Tim's Last Orgasm 35: Final Decisions, Outcomes, and New Lives (Final)

Let me tell you a story about a father’s love
A secret that my Daddy said is just between us.
You see Daddy’s don’t just love their children every now and then
It’s a love without end, amen.

(chorus of a song I heard on the way to work one morning as I was writing this chapter)

“I get the distinct feeling you’re all keeping something from me,” Barry commented when Virginia, Terry and Tim were all by his bedside.
“I don’t know what you mean, honey,” Virginia said innocently. “Why would we keep anything from you?”
“I have no idea why, but I know you, Ginnie, and I know my two sons better than you give me credit for. I’ve seen the furtive glances from one to another, the nervous winks and looks. So what’s going on? Is the business all right?”
“It’s fine, Dad,” Tim answered. “All the staff and a lot of the customers are all waiting to hear how you’re doing.”
“School ok, Terry?”
“Fine, Dad,” Terry replied. “I’ll be graduating with a 4.0 this year, and I think we’ve got a real good chance at the national title again.”
“Then what?” Barry demanded. “I’m going into open heart surgery next week, and the doctor has ordered me not to worry about anything except that surgery. How can I not worry when I know something’s going on?”

They might just have kept up the charade, but Tim couldn’t stop the tears as hard as he tried. Then his tears triggered his mother’s, and hers set off Terry’s. Tim found himself thinking of all the times his father, his Daddy, had made it all right when he was a little boy and skinned his knee, did poorly on a test, was bullied at school. He longed for those days, those simple days of childhood when his Daddy could make everything all right with a soothing voice, a kiss on a wound, a pat on the shoulders of a little boy. Then he thought of all the times he had criticized his father, had wished him replaced by someone else’s dad, and he realized again just how incredibly wrong he had been. As he broke down completely he thought of his penectomy and how he’d done it without even thinking of his father or what he might think. The remorse, the realization of how wrong he had been, the fear of all that he was facing, were all too much and Tim dissolved into a puddle of tears.

Tim astonished everyone in the room when he threw himself on his father’s chest, sobbing totally out of control. “Daddy, they’re trying to take Timmy away!” he moaned. “I don’t care what they call me or what they think of me, but why do they have to take Timmy away? He’s never done anything to anyone. He’s so gentle, so sweet he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and now they’re gonna rip him out of his home and ship him off to Africa.”

The various monitors still attached to Barry’s body went crazy as Virginia explained what had happened. A nurse came running in, thinking that Barry had experienced another heart attack. “Just leave us,” Barry said as the nurse tried to shoo everyone out. “We’ve got a bit of a family crisis here, but I’m ok. Really, I’m ok.”
“Your heart rate is off the scale!” the concerned nurse exclaimed. “And your blood pressure...”
“I’m fine,” Barry insisted. “I’ve got a little boy here who needs his dad, that’s all, and I’m not gonna let him down any more. Those monitors will stabilize, you’ll see.”

The monitors did stabilize just as Barry had promised, and Barry ordered his son to sit down and calm down while they discussed the situation. “We didn’t want to tell you, Dad,” Tim said when he had at least partly regained his composure. “You’ve got enough to deal with here without my problems.”
“It’s not YOUR problem, Tim, it’s OUR problem,” Barry corrected. “You said yourself, that little boy is my chance to be a grandfather, and I’m not about to let them jerk him away from us. He may be your responsibility legally, but he’s OUR child! ALL of us! So why don’t you just calm down and tell me all about it?”

Tim did calm down. By that time the on duty resident had arrived and was determined to throw them all out, but Barry was just as determined they would all stay until he had all the facts. “I’ve got to be there,” Barry announced after Tim had told the whole story.
“Let me handle it, Dad,” Tim said. “The court hearing is set for the same day you’re gonna have your surgery, and I want you to get better as soon as you can. Ollie... our attorney, thinks we have a pretty good chance. He has even arranged for Larry to come home to testify that Christine wanted nothing to do with her own baby. You said yourself that Timmy’s my responsibility, Dad, and right now your responsibility is to get better. I can do this, Dad.”
“If you’re sure...?”
“I’m sure. You and Terry and Timmy and I have a date on the lake to go fishing soon as the weather warms up. I plan to do my part, so you just do yours and get better. You said you had confidence in me, so now’s your chance to prove it. I had my little breakdown and got reassurance from my Daddy, and that’s what I needed from you. I can do this, Dad.”

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Terry and Nate had to leave again the next day to play for their team. Judge Esterbrooks, being a dedicated basketball fan himself, had arranged the hearing date around the playoff schedule. The two stars knew that Barry would be watching every game, and they played accordingly. Each of them alone was an outstanding basketball player; together they were absolutely invincible. Terry’s small stature was no impediment around the basket; in fact it was an advantage because he could slip under the arms of defenders, then leap like a kangaroo to sink the ball. Nate, who was a little taller than Terry but still not quite 6 feet, was always, it seemed, exactly where Terry was expecting him to be so their passes were flawless and seldom missed. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that they would go all the way this year.

Tim and Nate lay together in bed the night before Nate was to leave. The team had already left that afternoon, but Nate wanted to spend one more night at home before the grueling schedule he would follow for the next month. “I’m gonna miss you,” Tim said the obvious as they snuggled together.
“I’ll be back for the hearing and your dad’s surgery,” Nate promised.
“Nate, you can’t do that,” Tim admonished. “You’ll be tired, and you might even miss a game if you come back.”
“Don’t matter, Tim,” Nate declared. “There comes a time when we have to decide what’s really important, and what’s important to me is our son and your... err... OUR father. I love basketball, but it’s just a game after all. Terry’ll hold down the fort.”
“He’ll want to come home for Dad’s operation too,” Tim pointed out.
“I already talked to him,” Nate informed him. “Terry agreed with me that it’s more important for me to be here than him, so if it looks like we’re gonna miss a game he’s gonna stay so I can come home. We even talked to the coach about it.”

“Do you really think we’ve got a chance?” Tim asked in a worried tone.
“I think it’s a no-brainer,” Nate answered confidently. “When the judge gets a load of that little guy and that smile, there’s no way he’s gonna upset the apple cart. I don’t think that gal has a chance.”
“That’s not what Ollie thinks,” Tim reminded him. “Ollie thinks we’ve got to find some sort of silver bullet to make sure. As it is all we’ve got is history. We need something to show that judge what the future is gonna be like.”
“You’re talking about that rape thing that he talked about?” Nate questioned.
“Yeah,” Tim replied. “Ollie seems to think that’s a real hot button with the judge. I guess he thinks that’s all gays ever do, go around screwing each other in the ass. We’ve gotta find a way to show him that won’t happen.”
“I think that’s kind of obvious,” Nate said with a chuckle. “I’d like to ask that judge how he proposes that we do that.”

“That’s it!” Tim exclaimed. “You won’t have to come back for the hearing at all, Nate. All we gotta do is take a picture of you, naked, and have it somehow certified as being accurate. Then I can show the judge personally that I don’t have a dick either. I’m gonna call Ollie right now.”
“Tim, it’s after 10,” Nate protested. “He might be in bed.”
“Don’t matter, I’m calling him,” Tim said as he snapped on the light and hopped out of bed.

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The hearing didn’t start on schedule, nor did Barry’s surgery. Larry had sent word from the Indian Ocean where his Aircraft Carrier was involved in exercises that he would be delayed getting back, so the judge had agreed to put off the hearings. At least that’s what the official record said. It was generally believed that the real reason was the college basketball finals, but that worked to the benefit of the defenders as well so they didn’t dispute the delay. Barry had developed a mild throat infection and his doctor had refused to operate until it was cleared up. He wanted everything perfect, he’d said, because the surgery was risky at best. Meanwhile Tim requested, and secured, a court order demanding that Christine have no contact with Timmy unless closely supervised, and she was not to identify herself as the boy’s mother until confirmed by the court.

“You can go with Terry and Nate now,” Barry told Tim. “You can at least take in a couple games.”
“No, Dad, I can’t leave you while you’re in the hospital,” Tim protested.
“Sure you can,” He answered. “You know if I could I’d be there, and I’ve got your mom, and Jared and James are coming in regularly, so you take Timmy and go support your brother.”

Tim wanted to go, and he particularly wanted to take Timmy, and so he did. Of course Christine interpreted his action to mean that he was getting out of town, probably never to come back. Tim had called Ollie to let him know he would be back for the hearing, but Ollie had been out of the office so he just left a phonemail message. Now Ollie had to convince everyone involved that Tim wasn’t spiriting his son away.

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“I don’t understand why you have to have that penectomy now,” Jared complained to James. “I thought you were all over that and enjoying our life together.”
“I was,” James agreed. “The last three years have been wonderful! But that was short term. Long term I can’t keep it, and I know that now. You know how I feel about those kids I work with, and if I should ever wind up in front of that Esterbrooks judge it’ll be all over, and I can’t take that chance.”
“But what about me?” Jared asked. “Don’t I get a say in this at all? Didn’t it ever occur to you that I’m enjoying things just the way they are?”
“Yeah, it occurred to me,” James replied. “But I also remember back when you weren’t taking hormones at all and how content you were not having sex at all. You had to really work at it to just work up to initiate something.”

Jared continued to argue, but he didn’t want to appear too selfish. He was far enough along in his medical training now to realize that a man’s sex drive comes from more than one source. He knew he could easily terminate the hormones by stopping his shorts, and that would undoubtedly terminate the ability he now had to experience the odd almost dry orgasm. But he also realized that he had a memory of sex now so he would never return completely to the full tranquility of eunuchism. There would always be the memory of three happy years of active, albeit a little unconventional sex, and with it no doubt the desire to experience it again. He finally stopped arguing as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. He and James were planning to watch tonight’s basketball game with Barry. Terry and Nate now needed only three wins to secure the championship.

“I’m no expert, but they sure looked good to me tonight,” Jared remarked as they drove home after the game.
“You’re getting there,” James returned. “Just the same it didn’t take an expert to see that they were in good form tonight. I was a little concerned about Barry though. He got so excited watching that game!”
“It’s good for him,” Jared replied, relying again on his medical training. “Sometimes it takes a lot more than rest and drugs to repair the body. And when they flashed the camera up to Tim and Timmy, did you see how his face beamed?”
“Yeah, I saw,” James said. “I also saw how all those monitors went nuts.”

As soon as they were in bed, Jared had his hand on James’ manhood. Every other time James had decided to have a penectomy, he had quickly changed his mind within a few days. This time was different and Jared knew it. He knew that this time his lover’s penis was truly doomed, and he wasn’t at all sure he was happy about it. “You keep that up and I’m gonna be spewing my cum all over the bed before long,” James warned.
“I hope so,” Jared returned. “That’s what I’ve been wanting all day.”
“You’re a slut,” James chuckled.
“And you’re as innocent as a newborn lamb,” Jared chided.
“Well, maybe not quite that innocent,” James answered as he tried to retaliate to the incredibly wonderful feelings Jared was invoking.

Jared had two basic reasons for wanting to make love that night. In the first place he just plain wanted it, to feel, taste, experience the excruciating pleasure of James’ orgasm; but he also wanted James to experience those joys as well, and at a higher level than ever before. Jared knew that James would be making an extreme sacrifice if he went ahead with his penectomy, and he wanted to be sure James knew it as well. So after they had both had their first orgasm, Jared’s completely dry while James’ was accompanied with copious amounts of semen, Jared did not let up. “James, I want you to cum like that inside me. Please?” he whispered.

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In Boston where tonight’s game had been played, Tim and Nate were not unaffected by all that had been going on, but they’d had very little chance to express their emotion, until now. Nate was supposed to stay with his team, sharing a room with Terry. But after things quieted down Terry went to Tim’s room to spend the night. Timmy was sleeping peacefully in his bed, so Terry simply motioned for his brother to go back to the room he shared with Nate. Neither even mentioned the magnificent game Nate had just played, but instead practically ripped each other’s clothes off and began one of the most intense lovemaking sessions they’d had in months. Tim didn’t say anything to Nate, but he was secretly sure he would have an orgasm tonight, and he needed it about as badly as he’d ever needed anything. They kissed and caressed, nuzzled and fondled, leaving no part of each other’s body untouched. It wasn’t long before it was obvious that Nate was about to cum while Tim’s excitement just seemed to grow more acute. That’s all right, he thought to himself, when Nate cums that’ll push me over the edge big time. Unfortunately his body had other ideas. Before they finally slept, Nate had cum twice, each time going completely rigid, emitting a high pitched squeal that was almost a squeak, then gushing tremendous amounts of semen from his pee hole. Each time the tumultuous orgasm brought Tim to a new high of excitement and urgency, but the orgasm never came.

Tim lay in bed long after Nate had gone to sleep, wondering to himself why on earth he was unable to cum, how he could possibly have been so stupid in the first place. He remembered the beautiful, perfectly formed penis he’d had removed and how much pleasure it had given him. He remembered that first time in the Boy Scout tent, when they were both rather young boys, when he and Nate had first experimented and how incredibly wonderful it had been; now those days were gone forever, thanks to Tim’s complete and total lack of foresight. He would have to make do for the rest of his life, and he wondered how in the world he would do that without going totally out of his mind. Then as if to add insult to injury, Tim was only asleep a half hour when he had a wet dream.

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“You want me to fuck you?” James asked incredulously.
“Please?” Jared said in a very child-like voice. “Actually I don’t want you to just fuck me, I want you to make love to me, in the only way we can.”
“But we’ve been through this before,” James protested. “I told ya, I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can,” Jared insisted. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, and I’d really like to try it. I even got a tube of K-Y the other day. I really want you to do it, James.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you...”
“I don’t particularly want you to hurt me either,” Jared said with a grin. “From what I’ve read there doesn’t have to be a lot of pain if you’re careful. And it’s not like you’ve got the biggest dick in town.”

In fact James was equipped very well for anal intercourse. His manhood was about 7" long and rather on the slender side, and before he’d met Jared he’d often been told his anal advances would be welcomed. “If you’re really sure...” he said when Jared had convinced him he was serious.
“I’m sure,” Jared replied as he reached for the bedside table and produced a new tube of K-Y.

James was extremely slow and careful in entering his lover. First he applied a large amount of lube to one finger, which he then spread around the pink opening that was Jared’s virgin anus. “Put it in,” Jared instructed, then he groaned loudly as he felt James’ gentle entry. He worked his finger around inside, then withdrew and applied more lube, then tried two fingers. Jared was still on his back, his legs spread at an incredible angle and drawn up against his body. He smiled up at James when he felt the two fingers begin to work their magic as James did his best to spread the gel as thoroughly as he could inside Jared’s sphincter ring.

After he was well greased, Jared took a copious amount of lube and applied it to James’ anxious tool, working it around so much that James had to stop him. “You keep that up and I’m gonna cum before we even get started,” he warned.
“We don’t want that,” Jared agreed as he withdrew his hand. “Let’s just do it, ok?”
“You’re ready then?” James inquired, still somewhat doubtful.
“I’m ready,” Jared replied as he drew his knees under his arms.

Their eyes locked together in a visual embrace, James began to push against Jared’s tight sphincter. Jared reached down and helped aim the invading probe, smiling in anticipation the entire time. “Push,” he whispered. “You’re centered exactly right. When he felt the pressure of James pushing against his hole, Jared pushed downward, remembering something he’d read about how to assist in entry and at the same time reduce the pain of the first time. There was a slight POP sensation as the first inch of James’ penis pushed past the barricade of muscle that was Jared’s sphincter.

Jared gasped loudly. “I’m sorry,” James exclaimed. “I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“God no!” Jared exclaimed back. “It just surprised me. Just keep going.”

It was a full 10 minutes later when James finally bottomed out. They were both surprised at how little it had hurt, thanks to James’ very careful and gentle progress. During the entire process James would advance an inch or less, then stop and question, “You ok?” Jared first answered yes, then as time went on he just nodded and smiled. He was studying, enjoying, savoring the increasing sensation of fullness within himself as James advanced, then retreated, then advanced again. After it was in all the way he asked, “How’s it feel?”

“It’s real strange,” Jared observed. “It doesn’t feel at all like I thought it would.”
“Good strange or bad strange?” James wanted to know.
“Definitely good,” Jared answered with a bright smile. “But of course you know you’re not done yet.”
“You sure it’s not hurting?” James asked as he began a slow rhythmic pumping in and out.
“Hurts a little,” Jared confirmed, “but the pain kinda adds to it. I mean it’s nothing I can’t take, and it just kinda confirms what’s goin’ on. I love it!”

James continued his thrusting, gradually increasing both the frequency and the amount he withdrew then reentered. To both their surprise Jared’s body stiffened first. “I... I’m c-c-um-m-m...” he gasped as his sphincter clamped down tightly on his lover’s cock.
“I... Unngghhhhh... I know,” James grunted as he felt the ring around his dick grab him so hard he wasn’t sure he could push his load through it.
“M-m-meeeee t-t-ooo!” He managed before he was lost in his own orgasm.

Jared came harder than he had ever cum in his life. His jism, not having a penis to guide or direct it, spurted out of his small rerouted urethra and struck James in his groin just above his penis so hard that he felt the collision. The creamy clear fluid then flowed down onto his penis and was pushed into Jared when the penis went in, mixing with an equally ample supply of Jared’s climax as he came deep inside his lover. They both moaned loudly as Jared felt his groin barraged with volley after volley from Jared. Jared felt himself being filled with James’ orgasm mixed with his own.

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Terry and Nate had almost two weeks respite before their next round of playoffs, so everyone went home to take care of business there. Coach Stogner, fully aware of the situation now, gave his star players his blessing as long as they showed up for practice every other day during their rest period. “No problem,” Terry assured him. “Believe me, this is as important to us as it is to you.”

It is possibly safe to say that Terry would gladly have submitted to the excruciating torment of a lifetime of slavery rather than face what was waiting for him back in Chicago, but his brother was in trouble, and to Terry that meant he had no choice but to deal with it. Ollie had told both Terry and Tim repeatedly that it was absolutely crucial that both Terry and Nate be at the custody hearing, especially after their performance in their recent games, which had all been televised. So before they were even close to being ready, the hearing was set for four days before the two basketball stars had to leave again for the next round of playoffs in Atlanta.

Barry had still not had his surgery, but his doctors had decided to go ahead because he seemed to be getting into more cardiac distress, not less as they had hoped. “But I thought you were going to wait until the infection was cured,” Tim objected.
“If we wait for the infection to subside, there may be no need for surgery at all,” the doctor replied, his meaning very obvious.
“Ok, do what you have to do,” Tim said. “Just please, don’t let him die. Please, doctor, we need him!”
“Believe me I’ve learned over the past few weeks how very important this man is to a lot of people,” the doctor observed. “We’re gonna do everything we can.”

The doctor’s attempt at reassurance had certainly not worked with Tim. He hadn’t said “he’ll be fine,” or made any such commitment of confidence; only that they would do their best. Tim tried to imagine life without his father at home, in the computer store, supporting his sons in all their endeavors, but it simply would not compute. He hoped his mother hadn’t picked up the same vibes from the doctor, but he knew she was certainly smart enough to figure it out.

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“Unca Larry!” Timmy screamed as Tim answered the doorbell. It was the night before the hearing and Lieutenant Lawrence Mallory had just arrived at the Chandler home. “Larry!” Tim exclaimed as his lifelong friend scooped Timmy into his arms. “I didn’t think you were gonna make it.”
“And why wouldn’t I make it?” Larry said with a grin. “Just give me a few moments with this adorable kid here, then you and I have some business to take care of.”

Larry refused to tell Tim where they were going until he pulled his rented car to a stop in front of one of the larger downtown hotels. “Isn’t this Christine’s hotel?” Tim then questioned.
“Bingo!” Larry answered. “Your mind still works, Tim.”
“But... but Ollie didn’t want us talking to her,” Tim protested.
“So then don’t talk,” Larry instructed as he got out of the car. “Just come and listen, if that’s what you want to do. But I’ve had no such instructions and I’ve gotta see what the hell she’s trying to do.”

Christine opened the door, then tried to close it again when she saw Tim standing there alongside a very handsome Naval officer. “We’ve gotta talk, Christine,” Larry said without so much as a hello. He then pushed his way into the room, instructing Tim to follow. “I just wanted to know first hand what is going on. Why all of a sudden have you decided you’re such a good mother it’s in Timmy’s interest to yank him out of the home he’s always known. I just want to know why, Christine.”
“Because he’s my son,” she replied defiantly. “Every boy needs a mother, and I’m his.”
“He’s already got a mother,” Larry pointed out. “He’s also got a father, a half dozen uncles and aunts, a grandfather...”
“Yeah, and a lot of ‘em are queers,” Christine shot back.

Christine and Larry bantered back and forth, and eventually the truth came out. She was living in a very primitive village in Africa, and she had decided that it was a perfect place to raise children. They were free there: free from crime, from the hustle and bustle of the city, of school shootings, actually of school itself because the children there received no formal education. “You make it sound like a boy’s paradise,” Larry observed. “There’s just one problem though,” he went on. “Timmy is a city boy, and a very happy one. He’s surrounded by family, is already accustomed to life in America. To take him to a place like that would be the worst thing in the world you could do for him. But thank you for telling me, Christine. I just wanted to know your reasons before I decided what to do about it.”

The part Christine didn’t tell Larry, or anyone else for that matter, was that her white skin was something of a novelty in the primitive village, and that she was being courted by the future chief of the village. She knew that producing a white male child would elevate her status to one of almost a goddess. As for Timmy’s future, well, he would be castrated and trained as a medicine man, a sort of combination priest and healer. The castration would be necessary so that his seed would not be contaminated by impregnating any of the local women. But all this information had been left behind in the village that Christine now called home.

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Just as Tim and Timmy, Terry, Nate and Larry were about to leave the house for the custody hearing, Valerie Seymore walked in the back door. She didn’t say anything, but rather walked directly to Tim and gave him a hug. “You’ve gotta be scared to death,” she whispered in his ear. “Just remember we’re all behind you, Honey. We all love you and we’re all praying for you and little Timmy.”

She slipped a piece of paper into Tim’s hand as she released her embrace. “Read this on the way downtown,” she instructed. “I’ve already told Nate to drive.” Then without another word to anyone, Valerie left and headed for the computer store where she’d been holding down the fort. Tim knew better than to disobey Valerie’s orders, so he slipped the piece of paper into his pocket until they were in the car and on their way downtown, then he pulled out the paper and read it.

Dear Tim,
When I was at my lowest point and absolutely certain I would never see my beautiful son grow up, a good friend of mine gave me this poem. It helped me a lot at the time, and I thought it might help you now. You have already been through a lot, and now you are facing the possibility that you could lose your son, your father, or God forbid, both! That’s a lot for anyone to handle, and I just wanted you to know you’re not alone. We all love you, Tim, and we’re all behind you.”

Tim began to read the poem that Valerie had given him:

When we feel we have nothing left to give
And we are sure that the song has ended,

When our day seems over and the shadows fall
And the darkness of night has descended,

Where can we go to find the strength
To valiantly keep on trying?
Where can we find the hand that will dry
The tears that the heart is crying?

There's but one place to go and that is to God,
And dropping all pretence and pride,
We can pour out our problems without restraint
And gain strength with Him at our side.

And together we stand at life's cross roads
And view what we think is the end,
But God has a much bigger vision,
And He tells us it's only a bend.

For the road goes on and is smoother,
And the pause in the song is a rest,
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
Is the sweetest and richest and best.

So rest and relax and grow stronger
Let go and let God share your load.
Your work is not finished or ended
You've just come to a bend in the road.

(A poem by Helen Steiner Rice)

The hearing was not at all what Tim had expected. Ollie had already prepared them all that family court was not as formal as other legal proceedings, but still Tim was very much unprepared for what he saw. The courtroom was little more than a large office, the only evidence that it was a legal courtroom being the judge, who wore the traditional black robe and sat behind a desk with the court secretary to one side of him. After they were all seated he spent the first ten minutes discussing basketball with Terry and Nate, to the complete delight of Ollie. He had planned, or at least hoped, that this exchange would take place, which of course is why he insisted they be there at least for the first day.

Christine was called upon first. She expressed extreme remorse for having left her child in the care of someone she considered to be an unfit father, but she claimed at the time she’d had no choice and hadn’t known he was gay anyway. Tim leaned to Ollie and whispered that this last point was bullshit, that she’d always known. Ollie did his best to undermine Christine’s story, pointing out that Tim had acted as surrogate father even before the birth, that Tim and his family were all the family Timmy had ever known. When he finished he felt that he had neither gained nor lost ground.

Tim was called upon, followed by Larry, Virginia, then Terry and Nate. They all told of how adamant Christine had been that she didn’t even want to see the baby after he was born, that she had refused to have her name on the birth certificate and had left town as soon as she was able without even knowing the baby’s name. Still the judge seemed inclined to award custody to Christine for what appeared to be two basic reasons: She was the biological mother and Timmy’s adoptive father was gay. “Why don’t you tell the judge?” Tim demanded after 4 hours of haggling.
“Let me handle this,” Ollie said. “There’s something I have to do first.”
“Do? Like what?” Tim demanded.
“You’ve just got to trust me,” Ollie assured him.

Timmy had been kept outside the courtroom under the watchful eyes of Jared and James until most of the haggling was finished, but now the judge wanted to talk to him. “Do you know why we’re all here?” the judge asked when the little boy was seated comfortably on his knee.
“Yes, sir,” Timmy said confidently. “That lady over there wants to be my Mommy.”
“And what do you think of that?” the judge asked.
“I don’t want her to be my Mommy,” Timmy announced flatly. “I like the Mommy I already got.”
“But you don’t have a Mommy, do you Timmy?”
“Sure I do,” Timmy replied. “My Grammy is my Mommy. My daddy told me that lady had carried me around in her tummy until I was ready to get born, but she’s not my Mommy.”

There was a wave of whispering through the courtroom. Judge Esterbrooks saw Christine’s lawyer start to stand, probably to voice his objections to the obvious job of brainwashing that Tim had done. The judge waved the man back into his seat and asked Timmy, “Your daddy told you that she’s not your Mommy?”
“No, sir,” the little boy answered. “I just know ‘cause when I go to school Grammy takes me an’ comes to get me, just like all the other kids’ mommy’s do. Mommies do fun things with their kids an’ take care of ‘em, an’ I don’t even know that lady.”

The judge asked other general questions about Timmy’s life, then he began to very discreetly ask if Timmy’s daddy, or anyone else, had ever “hurt” him. Tim found himself admiring the judge for the way he managed to extract the information he needed without leading or distressing his small subject. Esterbrooks had obviously had a lot of experience questioning children. Another wave of murmurs passed through the room when Timmy admitted that one time Tim had hurt him rather badly. “He didn’t meant to hurt me though,” Timmy added. “He told me he was real sorry he’d hurt me but he was just so heavy and I’m so little.”
“He was on top of you?” the judge asked. Tim could see it in the man’s eyes: now they were getting to the truth!
“Can you tell us what happened?” the judge asked. Timmy obliged willingly and cheerfully. He explained that they had been in a playground when Timmy had run into the parking lot in front of a truck. Tim had run after him, scooping him up at the last moment and getting him away from the truck. Unfortunately he had lost his balance and fallen on the grass with the little boy under him. As if trying to repair any damage he’d caused by his comments, Timmy went on to tell how he had been crying because the fall had hurt, and his father must’ve been hurt as well because he was also crying. “Daddy told me he wasn’t hurt,” Timmy went on earnestly. “He said he was jus’ scared that I coulda been killed. He cried real hard, Mr. Judge.”

After the judge had finished with Timmy, he asked Virginia a few more questions and then adjourned for the day so the family could be at the hospital when Barry came out of surgery. “I have a lot of thinking to do anyway,” he continued. “This is one of the toughest cases I’ve had to hear in quite some time.”

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James didn’t go to the hospital with the others. He had an important meeting to go to the next day, but it was more important to him to be at the hearing, to hear what was said and to show his support, for whatever that was worth. He also had a lot of thinking to do. Since their first attempt at anal sex, they had done it just about every night, and sometimes more than once. Jared’s initial fears about the permanent damage to his sphincter had dissolved like a snowflake in July as he thoroughly enjoyed being penetrated gently and lovingly by James. But now James was on the verge of making that pleasure impossible. Was he crazy, or what? And that was the main reason he didn’t want to miss a word of what was said in Timmy’s custody hearings.

After making arrangements for coverage at his meeting, James and Jared headed for the hospital where they found a very distressed family. Barry was out of surgery but still unconscious, and they didn’t expect him to wake up for another hour or two. “The surgery went well, under the circumstances,” the doctor assured them. “If he gets through the night ok, he should be fine,” he added. It was very obvious to all present that the doctor was still not prepared to commit to anything positive, which had everyone worried.

“Why in the merry hell didn’t you tell the judge what I told you?” Tim demanded of Ollie when they got home. Ollie had been waiting for them, knowing that they would have to get Timmy fed and put to bed.
“I’m waiting,” Ollie said. “I want the judge to go ahead and make his decisions and conclusions based on what he knows now. Trust me, Tim.”
“But I think the judge is leaning towards giving custody to her,” Tim complained. “She’ll take him off to Africa and we’ll never see him again, and God knows what’ll happen to him there.”
“Trust me, Tim,” Ollie repeated. “It’s gonna be all right.” And then he would say no more.

Virginia arrived home a little after midnight, clearly exhausted. “He’s awake,” she told her boys. “He’s as weak as a rag doll, but he’s awake and wondering how you guys are holding up. Actually I was wondering too. How are you holding up?”
“I don’t think it’s going very well,” Tim answered darkly. “I just don’t know about Ollie. I’m just not sure he’s doing his best for us.”
“You need to trust him, Tim,” Virginia instructed. “He’s your attorney. I think he’s a good man.”
“Mom, I’ve never known you to misjudge someone,” Tim countered. “But Ollie... I mean this is pretty important stuff. I just think if I were doing it...”
“You can’t do it all, Tim,” she advised. “You have to trust somebody sometime, and in this case you really don’t have a choice. You’re doing the best you can with Timmy and that’s all anyone can ask. Personally I think you’re doing a great job, but you have to rely on the resources available to you.”

Tim and Nate made passionate love that night, as did Terry and Laura, and Jared and James, the latter couple being the only ones to accomplish any type of penetration. They were all upset and concerned about the way things were going, and they all expressed their emotions and relieved their tensions with their bodies. As usual with the three couples, there were five orgasms, not six. Tim had enjoyed what he and Nate had done, but not enough to induce a much needed climax. That would come later, after he was asleep.

Virginia lay in bed awake in spite of her exhaustion. She thought she could hear faint sounds of lovemaking from Tim’s or Terry’s room, or perhaps both, and she understood. She remembered only a few short years ago when she would have been appalled at the thoughts of her sons carrying on in such a manner, but a lot had happened since then. She also remembered all the times that she and her husband, under stress because of some issue in the family, or more often at Barry’s office, had made passionate love when they were finally alone in bed. She remembered how their sex life had improved, even with a much reduced frequency, after Barry had retired and bought the computer store. She missed him terribly tonight, and she wondered if they would ever share a bed again. He was the only man she’d ever slept with, and she knew there would never be another; but tonight she wasn’t ready to declare an end to her sex life or her marriage.

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Timmy Chandler woke up just at daybreak on the small straw pallet that had been his bed for the past 10 months. He was naked, which was his normal state all the time now. He lay on his back, fondling his little boy genitals, and wondered what it would feel like down there tomorrow morning when they were gone. It was the morning of his fifth birthday, the day he would leave his mother to live and serve in the temple for the rest of his life. He had been told it was his duty, that as the only white boy in the entire village it would be a terrible sin to allow his seed to be used to impregnate, or even be touched by any of the black villagers, so today he would be dressed in the fine robes of the priesthood, then castrated in front of the entire tribe.

Life had been interesting for Timmy after arriving in the village. The very first day he was here his clothes had all been taken away from him and burned, which didn’t really bother him because he liked being naked. All the other children of the village were naked, and Timmy was as fascinated by their black bodies as they were with his white one. They had poked and probed and explored each other incessantly, but they always treated Timmy with absolute respect, almost fear. Even when they were playing their many games, the many childhood disputes that inevitably developed never included Timmy. It was as if they were all afraid of him and Timmy didn’t understand that. His mother had tried to explain that he was, in the eyes of his fellow tribe members, “very special.” Obviously a 4 year old couldn’t really grasp the concept of deity, especially in himself. But today his life would change again and he wasn’t at all sure he was ready, but when two large black men entered his tiny hut and wordlessly pulled him from his bed, he knew it was too late now. As he was carried out of his hut and across the open area toward the ceremonial grounds, Timmy wondered if his father would be here, or if he would ever see him again.

Before he knew it, Timmy was draped with a large red robe of wool and silk, and tied in a sitting position in a makeshift throne on a high pedestal, watching as the men of the tribe, all dressed in ceremonial costumes made of feathers and animal hides, were dancing and whooping their adoration of the frightened little boy. Their faces were all painted gaudily with bright colors, giving them a very fierce appearance that frightened Timmy, especially since he still hadn’t mastered their language so he really didn’t know what was being said most of the time. When two of the highest ranking priests approached him on the platform, Timmy was so frightened he almost wet himself.

Timmy was released from his bonds and lifted to his feet, then his robe was removed to loud cheers from the tribe. He was then laid on a sacrificial table and tied there, his legs splayed so far apart it was painful. Everyone left the platform as the most fearsome man Timmy had ever seen appeared. He was covered from neck to ankles with white goatskins, large frills of feathers around his wrists, ankles and neck. His face was covered by a hideous mask made from the skull of some animal with more brightly colored feathers atop his head. As he stood and faced his subjects, everyone knelt and bowed until their foreheads touched the ground. They held that position until the High Priest finished his muttering, all the time running his hands worshipfully over Timmy’s beautiful white body, now considerably tanned by months of exposure to the African sun.

There was much chanting and rattle shaking, dancing and ceremony as they prepared themselves for the establishment of their new white priest. Timmy watched in awe as the various ceremonies continued hour after hour, his apprehension growing until the little boy was terrified, because he knew what the climax would be. When the sun was at its highest point in the sky, the High Priest approached Timmy, who was now shaking violently in spite of the hundred degree heat. Timmy only saw the knife for a brief moment as it flashed in the sun, and then a searing pain spread from his groin and enveloped his little body. His shrieks were completely drowned out by the cheers of a thousand tribesmen as the Priest held up his tiny genitals, blood still dripping from them, and that’s when Tim woke up screaming. Even if the tribe members had heard Timmy’s screams, they wouldn’t have understood his English pleas. Only Tim heard them, which is what had startled him awake: “Daddy! Please help me, Daddy! Pleeeeeeease come get me!”

“What, Tim? Nate asked as he was jarred from a deep sleep. Tim was soaked with sweat and trembling as he began to realize he’d been dreaming. “I just had the most God-awful dream!” Tim exclaimed as he tried to calm himself. He jumped out of bed and ran to Timmy’s room where the little boy was sleeping peacefully, emitting low contented moans as he breathed. After he was back in bed he related his dream to Nate. “It’s almost like God or someone is trying to tell me something,” he observed. “I know that sounds crazy, but it was so real!”
“I don’t think it sounds crazy at all,” Nate countered. “Maybe... Oh my God, Tim, maybe that’s what’s in store for Timmy if he goes to Africa!”
“He’s NOT going to Africa!” Tim declared angrily. “One way or another, Timmy is NOT going to Africa!”

At Ollie’s request, Judge Esterbrooks called Ollie, Nate and Tim into his small office an hour before the proceedings began. “I’ve decided to call an end to the hearing,” he announced when they were all seated comfortably. “Ms. Tyson is anxious to return to her home in Africa, and I just don’t see the need to prolong the agony any longer unless you have something significant to add.”
“You’re planning to rule in her favor, aren’t you?” Tim suggested, a cold chill coursing through his body as he remembered his dream.
“Actually that’s the way I’m leaning,” the judge admitted. “I wanted you to know, and I will say this in the courtroom as well, that I think you two, together with your parents, Mr. Chandler, have done a magnificent job with that little boy. I don’t feel good at all about sending him to Africa where there’ll never be any followup, but considering the alternative I believe it’s best for the boy.”
“You mean the fact that we’re gay,” Tim concluded.

“I know you think I’m terribly homophobic,” the judge stated the obvious. “Actually I try very hard not to be, but if you’d seen even a small number of the abused boys I’ve had to take away from otherwise loving parents, how many families have been ripped apart because some horny father couldn’t leave his son alone...”
“But we have no desire, no inclination to even think of hurting him,” Nate protested. “We’ve both sworn in court that we never have, nor never intend to. You’ve heard from Timmy himself that nothing like that has ever happened to him. Doesn’t all that count for anything?”
“It counts for a lot,” the judge replied. “Frankly I believe you. I believe when you made those statements under oath you believed them yourselves. But sometimes our hormones drive us to do pretty wild things - things that may be perfectly natural for us, yet unacceptable. I just can’t take the chance with Timmy.”

“So you think that anal sex is perfectly natural for all gay men, is that what you’re saying?” Ollie asked. Tim now realized what Ollie had been doing from the start. He had been allowing the judge to paint himself into a corner. Ollie had been guiding, influencing the entire process to the point where he would get the judge to admit that his only real concern was the possibility that Timmy would be molested some time in the future. The judge didn’t answer verbally, but simply stared at the lawyer with an expression that said it had been a stupid question. “So I assume if we could somehow give you a guarantee...”
“You’re talking about a perfect world and you know it,” the judge said angrily. “If I could be perfectly sure that your clients would never penetrate that boy, I would have no reason to send him to Africa. I just don’t have a good feeling about that whole setup. But you know as well as I do there are no guarantees. Even with the best of intentions, you can’t be sure.”
“”Show him,” Ollie said to Tim. “We CAN guarantee it, your Honor. Show him, boys.”

Tim looked at his attorney in disbelief. “Ollie,” he protested, “we can’t just drop our drawers anytime someone wants us to, especially here...”
“Just do it,” Ollie answered. Then realizing the reason for Tim’s distress he added, “We’re not in formal session now, we’re in the Judge’s chambers. What we say and do here is not for public record, but only to give the judge additional information to help him make his decision. Oh, and what goes on here, what is revealed here doesn’t leave here unless you agree, right your Honor?”
“That’s right,” the judge confirmed. “If you have something to show me that can influence my decision you should do it. I will not reveal it to anyone outside this room, but I will advise you if you have to reveal it in the courtroom as formal evidence.”
“Just do it,” Ollie repeated. “This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

The judge gasped loudly as Tim and Nate both stood, then after a furtive glance to each other, pushed down their pants and boxers as a unit. Even Ollie, although he knew what he would see, was amazed when his eyes actually sent the information to his brain that he was looking at two virile young men, balls hanging low, healthy and inviting, but with no hint of a penis. “You son of a bitch,” Judge Esterbrooks exclaimed to Ollie, “you set me up!”
“Not exactly,” Ollie answered, a menacing grin on his face, “I just wanted to get all the other arguments out of the way. Frankly I didn’t want to reveal their little secret unless I had to because their family doesn’t know. But once you affirmed that your only hesitation was the fear that one or the other would rape Timmy, I knew you had to see for yourself what an impossibility that is.”
“So if I understand this correctly, you two had your penises removed so there would be no temptation to rape Timmy?”
“Well, not really...” Tim began.
“My clients never had any inclination to do such a thing,” Ollie interrupted. “Nevertheless they are very well aware of what society thinks of homosexuals, and they wanted a way to remove any perceived danger. As you can imagine, it took a hell of a lot of commitment to do such a thing.”

Tim opened his mouth to protest, to admit that it was merely coincidence that he and Nate had been penectomized, but a quick sharp look from Ollie shut him up. Instead, he just thanked the judge, whose attitude toward the two male would-be fathers had changed completely.

Christine Tyson was devastated when the judge presented his ruling. But beneath all the ambition of a woman who wanted to be one of the most important people of the tribe she had adopted as her new home, there was a good person. “Tim, may I take you out to dinner tonight?” she asked when she met them outside the courtroom, “you and Timmy, that is? Please?”

Tim regarded her doubtfully but she assured him that she had made her play and failed, and now she only wanted to make peace and get to know what she now knew to be a very precious, adorable little boy. “You owe her that much,” Larry advised. “If it weren’t for her Timmy wouldn’t even be here. After all she did agree to carry the baby and take care of herself during her pregnancy.”
“You come too, Larry,” Christine said. “You’re Timmy’s father, you’re the one who wouldn’t allow me to have an abortion, and you deserve to hear what I’ve got to say.”

Tim did go out to dinner that night, after checking and discovering that his father was making good progress. He dressed little Timmy in his very best clothes, a full three piece suit that caused Timmy to strut like a penguin, then he and Larry took the little boy to the fine restaurant where they had agreed to meet. There he watched proudly as his adopted son totally charmed his mother as she held him, talked to him, and helped him cut his meat. Then he and Larry listened with astonishment as Christine revealed for the first time what would have been in store for Timmy had he gone with her back to Africa. The similarity of her story to the dream Tim had had was nothing short of astounding. Now Tim was absolutely convinced that there was a higher Power at work here. He had never been one who attended church regularly, but he made a silent vow to get his son involved in some sort of religious training.

“I was wrong, Tim,” Christine concluded. “I could see in Timmy a terrific opportunity, but that is just plain wrong! I was going to ruin that little boy’s life for my own gain. Larry and I did a horrible thing in conceiving a child and then practically abandoning him, but you and your family have made it all right. You’ve turned that mistake into one of the most beautiful, charming people I have ever met. To have him castrated would have been a terrible crime against humanity. Take care of him, Tim, Larry. I know now that I didn’t love him until tonight when I’d got to know him, but I also know that you two, and Nate too, have always loved him. I’ll be sending the judge a letter explaining all that I’ve told you, just in case I should ever try taking him from you again. It will be on record what I had planned for Timmy and why.”

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Barry began to recover very rapidly after three rather iffy days. Tim was convinced that the good news about Timmy was definitely a deciding factor, but whatever the reason his dad was up and around in a surprisingly short time, and the astonished and pleased doctor announced that he saw no reason why his patient shouldn’t make a full recovery. Within two weeks after his surgery Barry was home and out of bed; in another week he was back to work and teaching Timmy to throw a baseball after a full day’s work at the computer store.

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It was only three weeks later when James was lying on a bed in Cancun as Carlos prepped him for surgery. Jared and Tim were standing by the bed watching. “I feel like I’ve created a monster,” Tim lamented as he watched Carlos use the razor.
“How’s that?” Carlos asked absently.
“Think about it,” Tim observed. “First I get a penectomy, then my brother, my lover and one of my best friends; then before I know it, my best friend’s lover. It’s like everyone in my life is getting their cocks cut off.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” Carlos said with a grin as he paused his task. “James has already told me what happened with the custody hearing in Chicago, and how you’ve been saying ever since that not losing that little boy made the whole thing worthwhile and helped you to understand that losing your cock was a destiny that had been in your future from the day you were born. Isn’t that what you said?”

Tim couldn’t deny it. In fact that’s exactly what he’d said, that his penectomy and that of Nate’s had been pre-destined by some higher Power in preparation for the moment when his motives concerning a little child would be called into question. Tim knew the whole idea that all gays do anal sex and rape little boys was so much malarkey, but he also knew that it was unlikely anyone would ever convince Judge Esterbrooks.

“That’s why I’m doing this,” James said. “You know that Jared and I will be starting to adopt some of those homeless kids in the ghetto, and sooner or later I’ll be having to stand where you stood in front of Judge Esterbrooks, and I don’t want him to have any reason not to go along with our efforts. It’s like you’ve blazed the trail for what I’ve got to do, Tim.”
“But you and Jared have both told me that your sex life is really good now, that you’ve found a way to be active that works for both of you,” Tim protested.
“Doesn’t matter,” James argued. “Jared will probably go off hormones again, but just like you’ve said about you and Nate, we’ll deal with it. That’s the price we have to pay for what we want to do with our lives.”

“Are you ready?” Dr. Smith asked one last time the next morning. Dr. Sanchez was standing beside him, a syringe full of the anaesthetic that would render James comatose, ready to inject the drug into James’ IV.
“Ready, willing and anxious,” James said with a smile. “This time I’m really sure.” Unfortunately that smile was topped by two rather misty eyes.
“You don’t want to do this, do you James?” Dr. Smith questioned.
“Frankly no,” James admitted. “I don’t want to do it at all, but I have to. Let’s just do it, ok Doctor? If we talk about it for very long I’m gonna chicken out again and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life; so please, let’s just do it.”
“We leave the balls, right?” the doctor asked.
“For now,” James confirmed. “I may be back for a castration if I find myself going absolutely insane, but for now I’m gonna try keeping them.” James said no more as the wave of numbness that would put him out washed over his body. Three hours later he was in the recovery room, his penis completely removed.

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Timmy is 11 years old now: a happy, healthy boy who backs away from absolutely no challenge either academically or athletically. He and his 9 year old brother Bradley, whom Tim and Nate adopted 5 years ago at James’ urging, attend a private school for gifted children, have both made something of a name for themselves on the basketball court, the baseball diamond and hockey rink, to say nothing of their excellent competitive swimming record. Both boys are fully aware of their father’s homosexuality and the relationship between Tim and Nate. Neither of the boys knows yet whether he is gay or straight, but they do know that it really doesn’t matter to any of their family; they are fully confident they will be loved regardless of their sexuality.

Bradley’s mother, a single parent, had been Jared’s patient as he served his medical residency. She had an inoperable brain tumor and was frantically searching for a good home for her son so he wouldn’t have to go into foster care. Jared had told James, who told Tim; the rest, as they say, is history. Tim and Nate, on much better terms with Judge Esterbrooks now, adopted Bradley jointly, and Nate’s name was added as Timmy’s legal parent at the same time.

Timmy and Bradley have a very full schedule, what with school, their various athletic endeavors, music lessons, and the many fishing trips, ball and hockey games and visits to museums hosted by their father, Tim and Nate, and of course their grandfather. Barry, now retired and as healthy and active as most 30 year old’s, has made good his promise not to miss the precious growing-up years of his grandchildren.

Larry lives in California now. He served five years on various aircraft carriers, then after he met a lovely girl and married her he accepted a position as flight instructor for the Navy, training other Top Guns like himself. He and his wife have three children whom they bring to Chicago often to visit their Uncles Tim and Nate and their “cousins.” Larry’s wife knows that her husband fathered Timmy, but she agrees with him that they should leave things as they are. Larry still refuses to even call his parents, and they have made no effort to contact him so it’s probably just as well that they remain apart.

Terry and Nate were both drafted into the pro’s, but Nate chose not to go. Terry did, but after two years and having made more money than he could ever spend, he retired to devote more time to finishing his law degree. With Jared’s help Terry and Laura tried to have a baby, but after a year’s fruitless efforts Terry had his sperm tested and found out that he was sterile. He didn’t tell anyone but Tim, asking him if he would donate some of his sperm. “Maybe I’m sterile too,” Tim observed.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Terry coaxed. “You’d be doing me a real big favor, Tim.”

Nate was delighted that Tim would at last have the chance to have an orgasm. Even his wet dreams had dwindled, so that his balls were almost never relieved of their load any more. So Jared undertook to instruct Nate how to induce a prostate orgasm. After he was fully confident that he knew how to do the deed, he and Tim made passionate love while Laura and Terry waited in the next room. After Nate’s orgasm he gingerly inserted his lubricated finger into Tim’s anus and began massaging, a waiting receptacle in his other hand. Tim did ejaculate copious amounts of white jism, but like his wet dreams there was almost no sensation; another non-event. To Tim it didn’t feel like an orgasm at all, but merely a clinical harvesting of some much needed body fluid.

“I’m so sorry, Tim,” Nate said again. He was truly disappointed that his lover hadn’t had the earth moving orgasm that they’d both expected, but then he saw the look of absolute peace on Tim’s face. Nate had seen that look before, in the face of his mother when she had told her 13 year old son that she knew she was dying but that it was ok, she was ready. She had told her tearful son that he shouldn’t worry, that she had made arrangements for his care and he would be far better off financially with the large life insurance policy that would pay off after her death. “But what about you?” he had sobbed. “You’re... you’re gonna...”
“Look at it this way,” she had comforted. “I won’t hurt any more and I won’t be sick any more. I’ll be fine and so will you. I’ve made arrangements for the Collins family from our church to take you as soon as I’m gone. The papers are all drawn up and will become effective when I die.”

Nate remembered that day as if it was yesterday. But the thing he remembered most was the look of absolute peace on his mother’s face. He knew just from looking at her that she wasn’t particularly pleased with her situation but she could live with it without fear or regret. That was the same look he was seeing now in Tim’s face. “I can’t in all honesty be very disappointed,” Tim said with a slight smile. “Sure, it’d be nice if I could have an orgasm, a good one, once in a while. But every time I start to feel sorry for myself I think of those boys, of that incredible dream I had, and I know it’s been worthwhile. It really is ok, Nate; in fact it’s a whole lot more than ok.”

The semen proved to be good, and nine months later Laura gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl. Tim made two more contributions over the next 4 years, resulting in two more little boys. The only people who knew that Tim was the father of the 4 children and not Terry were Laura and Terry, Tim and Nate, and Jared.

Speaking of Jared, his life with James probably turned out to be most remarkable of all. Jared finally found an investment for his grandfather’s fortune that would yield incredible returns, and the best part was that he didn’t have to hire a business manager to do it. His father also retired from active business activities, and father and son combined their fortunes, remodeled their mansion to build a home for underprivileged kids. It was a home with a difference though. It wasn’t another orphanage or group home, it was HOME! Every child who lived there had been formally adopted by one of the three men and was fully a part of the family. At last count there were 13 of them. There were white, black, hispanic and oriental, both male and female. They range in age from 3 or 4 to 16, and every time another is added to the brood the prospective father has been warned by the so-called “experts” that this time it simply won’t work, that this child is simply too hardened, to traumatized to become an active member of a family; so far it has worked perfectly. One of their biggest allies and supporters these days is Judge Esterbrooks, who has declared publicly that he has to now re-think his bias against gay men.

As for Jared and James’ sex life, they obviously don’t have that much time to themselves. When they do have an odd night off, they still manage to have what they consider a very rewarding intimate time together. What do they do? Well, that’s a secret that they don’t share with anyone, nor does anyone really care as long as they’re happy.

Tim and Nate still enjoy an active sex life. Nate still has frequent orgasms, Tim still has none. They both still remember vividly Tim’s last, and they both wish secretly that they could have had a few years together before their modifications, but they don’t dwell on what might have been. And Tim always rationalizes that if he’d still had his cock he might not have Timmy. Given the choice between the continuing joy of their sons and one more orgasm, if he had that choice, the decision would be a no-brainer in Tim’s eyes. So he will remember his last fondly, knowing that it was indeed his last.

Author’s note: [/n]

I couldn’t end this saga without a short note thanking the faithful readers who have stuck by Tim and the gang through 35 chapters. You will recall that the story began with the first dozen or so chapters being posted in very rapid succession: almost one per day. That was because those chapters had been pre-written and I thought I was pretty well done, but the suggestions and ideas kept flowing in and some of them were just plain too good not to include.

I also want to thank Bboy for his collaboration, his patience, and his friendship. Without Bboy this story never would have happened. I have got to know a pretty great guy really well through our many communications and his suggestions about Tim and Company, and the sharing of our lives.

I have several stories spinning on my hard drive that have never been published anywhere, also the complete manuscript of a book that was actually published and printed. Over the next 2 or 3 months I plan to dust off one of those stories, perhaps adapt it to conform more closely to the Eunuch archive, and share it. That will not happen for a while though. We have three grandchildren who keep us pretty busy over the summer what with boating, fishing, vacations, etc. so my writing and editing time is severely limited. Now that they are out of school for the summer, the kids spend as much time with my wife and me as they do at home. Sorry folks, those grand’s come first.

At any rate, I won’t ramble on. Again, thank you all: readers, administrators of the Archive, Bboy and all others who offered suggestions. I am going to miss my daily visits with Tim and the gang... perhaps some time in the future a sequel would be in order????

Charlie