First and Last Orgasm (Part 2)

Miguel quickly hailed a cab outside the train station and instructed the driver to take us to our bungalow of a motel a few blocks from the beach. For a dirt cheep room it had all we required: two twin beds, a bathroom, a window, and a small bucket for ice. The room smelled of sweat and mold, but for its price we were happy with it.

We had talked about the nude beaches, hot sun and freedom for hours on the trip. The sites of the city were ignored, nor did we have enough money for the fancy tourist nightclubs. As I began to unpack my cloths, I glanced over my shoulder to see Miguel take off his shirt and strip out of his pants. For a moment I thought he was going to make a pass at me, until I saw him step into a pair of skimpy black Speedos. I did not have the chance, or nerve, to get a good look at his male equipment.

“Hey Gringo,” Miguel playfully called to me. “Get out of those Americano cloths and let’s hit the beach.” His energy added to my excitement. Unfortunately, I had only a pair of boxer type of bathing shorts to get into. They would make me look like a square next to my friend. This was my first lesson into the less inhibited attitudes of the Latin world.

With great joy and youthful exuberance, Miguel and I literally bounced down the road a short distance to the beach. We were not at the fancy area of the beach with all the expensive hotels. Instead, we were at an area frequented mostly by locals. The nude section was located just past a break wall that formed a cove for the beach. With a lump in my throat, itch on my skin and tingle on my dick, I approached the area where I could clearly see people frolicking naked in the surf.

Total culture shock for me. Miguel was nonchalant as he set his towel down in the sand. As for me, my eyes almost popped out of my head as a woman with huge naked dangling breasts strolled past us. I felt his elbow jab my ribs as he tried to snap me back to my senses. “Have a seat friend and try to look natural here,” he gently admonished. He was right, I was full of hormones and nerves at that point. I focused on getting my towel straightened out in the sand as a way of getting back in control. That is until my next shock.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Miguel slipped out of his Speedos in one swift smooth motion. He tossed his suit at me and said, “time for you to follow the dress code here gringo.” I got a good look at his male parts as I ducked from his suit flying at me. Let me describe him to you. He was the first guy that I had seen in the flesh who still had his foreskin. I would find out that my cut penis was in the minority on this beach soon, but at that moment, his cock was unique. Miguel’s light brown skin was covered by a thin wispy patch of pubic hair over his groin. His penis hung limp over his testicles. Apparently even his dick was at ease with exposure on the beach. The foreskin looked like a wrapper covering his glands, terminating in what looked like the tip of a condom reservoir at the end of his penis. The dick rested on top of the testicle pouch. I must say that his balls looked small, as did his penis, and the region was sparsely covered with hair.

That broke up tension, now I was laughing as I tugged down my bathing shorts. My cock and balls dumped out of my shorts in their semi-erect state. I was not hard at that point, only flush with blood in my excited state. The advantage there was that my cock looked larger than Miguel’s limp member. I caught him looking at my crotch as I’m sure he saw me checking out his equipment. We both had smiles on our faces; no secrets among friends anymore on that beach. I was real glad that I had bought a pair of cheep mirrored sunglasses for the trip as I put them on and settled onto my towel.

The sun felt like a warm bath caressing my entire body with heat energy. In fact, I started to worry about sunburn, then I worried about how to apply the sunscreen. Heck, there was no other way to keep form getting burned. I took out the bottle of sunscreen and started to apply it to my chest and arms. With those covered I reached down to cover my feet, then my calves to my knees, now my thighs. Ok, I thought, now how do I take care of the most important parts to cover? With a deep breath, I pulled up my legs toward my chest and moved my sunscreen slick hands up over my genitals. It felt so wicked to touch my manhood in public, with no clothes on to boot!

Miguel, as usual, did not miss a move. “Oh yeah, Gringo,” he laughingly said. “You must be sure to take care of that between your legs. It has no hat, it’s already exposed.” Ah yes, another comment about my missing foreskin. I was the odd one on the beach without one. How soon I would be with out a dick at all, I thought. Then, how I would really stand out, so to speak.

Tossing the sunscreen bottle to Miguel and turning over, “how about doing something useful and take care of my back,” I playfully snapped at my friend. Without hesitation, as some American guy would have, he lathered up his hands with the lotion and spread it all over my back. Then his hands dipped below my waist and ran his hands over my buttocks, then down the backs of my legs. What a friend! His hands felt warm and smooth. It was the most intimate touching I had experienced in my life. I was thoroughly enjoying the whole experience. Naturally, when my friend asked for my help, I willingly obliged. I even took a little more time with his buttocks to make sure that I had not missed a spot.

Within less than an hour we were both baking in the hot sun of Mexico. I had been getting an eye full of all the frolicking beach goers as they strolled past us. It was all I could do to keep my face relaxed and passive as I gazed at all those swinging dicks. Long ones, small ones, thick ones, pencil ones. Some that stood out, and some that hung low. All of the Mexican men had foreskin covering their tips, with the occasional American bouncing past without one. Yes, I defiantly felt more naked without a foreskin. My tip and glands were open to all the world; indeed it looked more sexual, more ready for action, more vulgar.

As I was pondering penis types, Miguel got up, announced that he was getting to hot, and bound into the surf. He was having a lot of fun. Within a few minutes he was engage in conversation with several of the natives. Their brown skin gleaming with sea spray and lotion. Oblivious to their naked state, they talked, and joked like nothing was amiss. Miguel pointed at me and motioned for me to join him and his new found friends.

Oh my, I thought in dread, I was going to have to get up and walk, naked! I suppressed that knot in my stomach, but I could not keep down that lump in my throat. After a few steps, I could feel my equipment begin to swing between my legs. I hope I was not flushed red with embarrassment. It was a short walk to the surf. The other Mexican kids were laughing as Miguel introduced me. Nods were exchanged, as were lower area glances. Immediately the Mexicans noted my difference. More chuckles, and glances down below. Miguel understood and began to explain, in Spanish, what is done to American boys. The kids laughed a little more, then left the subject all together.

There were six of them, three boys and three girls. As I had expected, I had no feelings towards the girls nudity. In fact, their large patches of pubic hair at the same time intrigued and disgusted me. I liked the smooth, unencumbered look at their leg junction. Ah, I would begin to look that smooth soon. On the other hand, the though of sticking my dick into them revolted me. What a silly to place my dick, I thought. Now, as for the boys, that was another story.

I checked out each of them well. Again, I thought my balls hung larger and lower than theirs, but, with their foreskin covered dicks, they looked longer that me. Also, the penis looked more at ease covered within its sheath. I know it sounds obsessive, but I have always had a thing, call it foreskin envy, about my circumcision. Oh, did the boys send shivers up and down my back. To be standing and looking at three thin, well muscled naked boys! I had to dunk myself in the cool ocean waters to calm myself and prevent an over excited state from arising.

As time went on I lost all inhibitions, in fact, naked began to seem natural. I laughed, tried to converse in Spanish, and splashed in the water with the other kids. Standing there for all to see, my exposed unforeskined penis became an oddity for the curious. Miguel, acting as guide, told the whole story of American circumcision to those who asked. As for me, I did not mind the attention at all. It gave me a chance to show off my penis and get a good look at everyone else. We stayed on the beach for hours; the sun was low on the horizon as we backed up for the walk back to the motel. We were both totally exhausted for all the excitement. I strolled back feeling at peace with myself and the decision I had made to get snipped of my dick. I had given him a last hurrah, a farewell to the world. I was so happy.

Later that night, after we ate dinner at some road stand, as we were watching the small TV set in the room, the nerves began to return. I had to explain what I intended to do with Miguel. I needed his help in getting to the clinic, acting as my interpreter if I needed and helping me back to the hotel. I was told, through earlier correspondence, that I would need 5 days to recover in bed from the surgery. Miguel would have to know, there was no question about it. How would he react? In horror, disgust, shock, laughter, or plain incomprehension. I needed him to be there for me during the recovery. I had left this part of my plan to the mast moment. I was not sure how to break this to Miguel and I was still unsure about it. Such a critical part of the plan, left to chance, left to and unknown! There was no avoiding it now, no putting it off till tomorrow. I had to tell Miguel about the most drastic type surgery in the world for a man and I still had not figured out how to break it to him, even tough I had practiced it countless times in my head.

With a lump in my throat, I began, “Miguel, I need to ask for you help in something very important.” His attention and eyes locked onto mine. “You see,” I stammered, “tomorrow I have to get an operation.”

“No!” He shockingly gasped. “Are you ill?”

“Yes, you see, I’m alright. I have this thing that I must do, and the only place I can have it done is here in Mexico. I’m not sure how I’m going to tell you, or if you will even understand. Please, this is difficult and I will need your help to recover from the surgery.” Miguel looked concerned.

I was almost shaking now. “Miguel, Oh please try to understand. I’m going to have an operation on my penis tomorrow. I’m going to have the doctors here take my penis off.”

Miguel’s look of concern turned to one of shock and horror as he began to comprehend what I had just laid on him. “Why, Dios, do you want to do such a thing?” He asked in shock.

“I can’t really explain it in words. It’s just something that I have though about doing for a long time. I don’t want sex with girls, I never have. But I don’t want to put my thing in a boy. I’m so confused, the only way for me to feel happy is to have someone take my penis off. Oh I have thought about this and planed for it. Please try to understand. This is something I must do. I really will need your help when the operation is over. It will take several days for me to heal enough to be able to take that train ride home. You will have to bring me food and drink in bed. Will you help me, please?”

Silence for what seemed like a minute. My heart was pounding in my ears as I waited for his response. “You Americanos, you’re crazy. First, as a little boy they cut your foreskin off. Now you want to cut your dick right off. That’s crazy! But, you are my friend. I understand gays, I have some in my family. That is ok. If you really want to do this, I will help. I can bring you food and water, that is no problem. Ok my friend.”

What a relief. I was glad that he was willing to help and did not try to talk me out of it. Seems that the Latin casual way of sex is not to judge other people too. All my fear and anxiety began to evaporate like the sweat off my brow. At last, everything was coming together. I took a few deep breaths and began to tell him about my plans, where the doctor’s office was, the time of the surgery. He was all understanding and offered to stay at the office until I was done and needed the cab ride home.

Much later that evening, after we had said all that needed to be said, I got under the covers of my bed and began to play with my penis for the last night of my life. Oh, it seemed supersensitive that night as it arose to a size that I never experienced before. I was jerking slowly, so as not to disturb Miguel, but desire got the best of me and I began to stroke longer and harder. Up and down the shaft I slid my palm. It felt so so good. I made sure to touch every part of my cock. I was in wild ecstasy when I felt the bed shake as Miguel climbed in. I kept my fingers wrapped around my cock as I flinched away in surprise.

“That is ok my Gringo friend.” He calmly reassured me. “I was waiting for you to do that with your Pee Pee one last time. I was wondering, since you don’t like girls, have you ever had sex in your life?”

“No” I sighed in an unsteady voice.

“Then let me make this last time special. Don’t say another word.”

With those soothing words, Miguel lifted the covers and crawled under. A moment later one of his hands encircled my balls as I felt his warm breath on the tip of my penis. Oh! He began to lick the tip. Warmth and wetness engulfed my penis as he wrapped his lips around my head. It felt so good as he licked the tip gently. Then, in a sudden rush, he too me fully into his mouth. My fully erect dick hit the back of his mouth with force as he drove down to my pubic hair. Pain and ecstasy at the same moment. I had never felt that way before in my life.

He glided his lips up and down the length of my shaft in rapid movements. We were both enthralled in rapture after a few moments. My entire body was tingling with electric excitement. I griped his hair with my hands as his hands wrapped about the base of my cock and balls. Oh oh, I can never begin to describe the feelings of my first and last blow job. At last, as my whole body began to spasm, Miguel broke away from my cock as it shook, I could feel my balls contract under his warm palm, a sure sign that my sperm was beginning its volcanic eruption. A few twitches in the cool air and then the sudden torrent of come gushed out of my dick. Into the air I squirted, my sperm landing on my stomach and between my legs as my dick spasmed up and down. I don’t know how many times I squirted, I was the deep rapture of a full body orgasm.

Soon it was over, too soon. I took deep breaths as my body recovered in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life. Without a word, Miguel climbed off my bed and into his own. My mind was awash in hormones and excitement. However, physically I was spent. I must have drained my balls completely of come with that blast. My penis hung limp and deflated from the exertion I had put it though. Mildly sore from the friction of lips and teeth, I could not bear to touch it again that night. That was it, I had had my last orgasm of my life. I dozed off in the blissful sleep of a boy content and secure with his thoughts. My sleep that night was deep, hypnotic and restful.

That morning, the alarm clock beeped us awake at 8:30. Without speaking, we took turns using the shower and toilet. I opened a packet of pop tarts for breakfast and handed Miguel one. Again, in silence, we munched them down. From all that had happened the previous night, I was calm and ready. Within hours my penis would be gone and I was happy. Looking at my watch I walked over to the phone and dialed the cab company. The dispatcher spoke English and had no problem understanding my motel’s location or the clinic that I wanted to go to. After I placed the phone in the cradle, I looked directly at Miguel, the best friend a guy like me could ever have, and said “I’m ready, lets go and do this.” He nodded in understanding as we walked out of the room into the bright sunlight of the Mexican morning. My destany awaited at the clinic of the doctor who would remove my penis.