Tim's Last Orgasm 9: Countdown To Surgery

Carlos laid out some towels on the floor and instructed Tim to lie on his left side in a fetal position. "The first enema is the worst," he said as Tim got into position. "I'm gonna fill this hot water bottle with warm soapy water and let it drain slowly into you. Long before the bottle is empty you're gonna want to let it go, but please don't. The longer you can hold it, the better you'll be cleaned out. Have you ever had an enema, Tim?"
"Nope," Tim replied nervously.
"Ever had anal sex?"
"No, I think that's disgusting!"
"So basically you've never had anything up your ass?"
"Only a thermometer when I was very little,"

Carlos got the message loud and clear that Tim got no pleasure or thrill out of having things pushed inside him via the back door, so he used the smallest nozzle in the kit and lubricated it well. "Here goes," he said as he smeared a little lubricant on Tim's pucker hole held the nozzle ready to push it in. Tim braced himself. "Relax," Carlos said. "It'll go in easier if you relax. Just think of all that nasty stuff we're about to flush out, and take a deep breath." Tim obeyed. As he was inhaling deeply, Carlos gently shoved the nozzle in all the way. "That's it," he announced. "It's in. Now we wait."

Tim lay on his side quietly thinking to himself as he felt the warm fluid begin to flow into him. Carlos was holding the enema nozzle in place with his right hand, while his left was roaming gently, soothingly over Tim's naked back and backside. Tim was absolutely amazed at the change that had come over his young Hispanic friend. He was all business now, as clinical and professional as anyone Tim had ever dealt with in his life; but at the same time he was so gentle, so careful that Tim hadn't really minded what was happening to him at all, except of course for the obvious humiliation. "You're good," he muttered. "That didn't hurt at all!"
"Don't be too hasty," Carlos answered. "In a few minutes you're gonna start getting cramps, and you're gonna want to use the bathroom so bad you're gonna be begging me, but I'm not gonna let you. You're gonna hate me before this is over."
"I can deal with it," Tim assured him. He'd had the necessity of this procedure explained to him in the email from Dr. Smith, then repeated by Carlos as they prepared. So far it was still far from his favorite activity, but it was much less unpleasant than he'd expected. And the thoughts of ever hating Carlos were just too preposterous to consider.

"I'm kinda curious," Carlos said as he started the flow of Tim's second enema. As he'd predicted, the first one had become quite painful before the water bag was empty, but Carlos had somehow instilled a determination into Tim that had him contentedly waiting for the ok to head for the toilet in spite of the cramps. The results had been very encouraging in terms of what had emerged. This time it would be easier, Carlos had promised.
"Curious about what?" Tim said when Carlos didn't continue.
"I'm really not supposed to talk to you about it," Carlos said. "My dad is very strict about that. He says I am not qualified to discuss your condition or your surgery, and that your decision has already been well thought out or you wouldn't be here. So this is just a friend talking, ok? And if you don't want to talk about it, that's ok. I'm just curious... I mean..."
"You wanna know why I would want my dick cut off, right?"
"Well, yes. I just don't understand why anyone like you, I mean good looking, and in good shape... is it maybe because you're gay?"

"Being gay has nothing to do with it," Tim answered quickly. "To be honest, Carlos, I don't know the answer. I have tried for a long time to convince myself that I really hate my cock for all the trouble it's got me into, but that's a lie that I use to... to make some sense of the whole thing. But the truth is I LOVE my cock and my sexuality! I love... well, the things I do with it, an' how good it makes me feel... how perfect it is. But... but I just need it to be gone! I just know that I will never rest until it's gone."
"But... Tim, surely you realize that after it's gone, the only way you can get off is to have anal sex, and even that isn't a sure thing. And besides, you said you find that idea repulsive! So how are you gonna get off after?"
"I... I guess I'm not. Like I told you a couple hours ago, I've had my last orgasm. I did it on the plane. I find the idea that I will never get off again downright erotic, and I have no idea why."

Carlos didn't say anything for a few minutes. He could feel Tim's body start to tense up as cramps again invaded his lower abdomen. He didn't want to invade his patient's privacy or distress him any more than he was already from having a tube shoved up his butt and being filled with water, but he was genuinely concerned for his new friend. "Tim," he said hesitantly, "I... I usually jerk off two or three times a day, and from what I've learned about other guys our age, I got a feeling you're no different, right?"
"Yeah, you're right. Only I think I'm more like 4 or 5 times a day."
"And now you're gonna make it impossible to do that! Aren't you afraid the frustration is gonna drive you out of your mind?"
"Frankly, yes I am, Carlos. I don't know if I'll be able to stand it or not, but if I don't have it done now that I've got the chance, the thought that I coulda done it and didn't will drive me crazy for sure! It's just something I gotta do."
"Why don't you have yourself castrated too? Surely my dad musta recommended that. He has nullified other guys, and that takes away your sex drive. Wouldn't that be..."
"No, Carlos, it wouldn't. I don't want to be a nullo! I don't want to be a eunuch! I just want my cock off! I can't explain it, I just do! The idea scares me to death, but not doing it scares me even more!"

Tim didn't quite make it to the john the second time around. In spite of his efforts to clamp himself shut, he left a small brown trail the last few feet to the toilet. "No problem," Carlos said with a smile, "I've seen worse. You go ahead and I'll clean up the mess." Of course Tim had no intention of pausing or even slowing down; he knew that in seconds he would explode if he didn't let go soon. When he emerged from the bathroom, Carlos had wiped up the mess and was talking on the phone.

"Yeah, Dad," he said, "we've just finished the second enema..."
"He's fine, Dad. I think he's about as nervous as anyone I've ever seen, but that's understandable..."
"No, we went to the beach. We didn't stay long, but...
"No, he said he didn't want any supper. I had ordered sandwiches, but he only had half of one...
"Yeah, he's right here. You wanna talk to him?
"Here, Tim. It's my dad."

"Hello, Dr. Smith," Tim said nervously.
"Tim! It's good to talk to you at last. How was your flight down?"
"Fine, sir. My dad warned me about delays and late flights and all, but everything was fine."
"That's good, I'm glad to hear it. And how is Carlos? Taking good care of you, I hope?"
"Yes, sir, he's been great!"
"I hoped you'd like him. He has no professional training, you know. But I think we've trained him pretty well at the clinic. He says you're being a good patient. I prefer to have him do the preliminary things the night before, because we are just too busy to take the time that he does. Have you taken your pills yet?"
"No, sir. Carlos thought it would be a good idea to wait so they would last till morning."
"Well, you might want to take the antibiotic now. The other one can wait till you're sure you're ready, as long as you take it a good hour before you get here. Have a good night, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Doctor."

As soon as he had hung up, Tim placed a call to his parents, and then to Larry. He told them the flights had been fine, that his hotel room was comfortable; he thanked them again for allowing him to come to Cancun, then he hung up. Carlos was eyeing him strangely as he lay down on the floor again and assumed the position.

"Your parents don't know why you're here, do they?" Carlos said after the third enema was in place and flowing.
"Not exactly," Tim said. "They know about the Indian research, but they don't know about the other. The other call I made was to Larry. He's my best friend and he knows everything. I figured I had to have a point of contact who knew exactly what was going on just in case things go sour. You know, going to a strange country, having surgery by someone I don't know, all that."
"Very smart, but not surprising for you. I already know you're no dummy. But what are your parents gonna say when they find out?"
"I don't plan to tell them."
"But what about doctors' visits, school shower rooms, stuff like that? Surely you're not planning to keep it a secret from everybody!"
"Well, originally I wasn't planning to come till next spring, and then it would only be a couple months to my 18th birthday. Comin' so early does complicate things a little, but I'll deal with it. I was afraid, after your father said..."
"Yeah, he's getting a lot of pressure to stop operating on underage people. I know what you mean. I just hope you don't get in a lot of trouble if your parents find out."
"They'll just have to get over it. Once it's done, what can they do? I mean, it's not like they're gonna kill me or something and they can't very well glue it back on."

"Your dad wanted me to take the antibiotic pill now," Tim said after his third enema was finished. "I might as well take ‘em both."
"Why not just take the one for now," Carlos suggested. "I'd like you to take a good hot shower before I start the shaving, and I don't want you falling in there. Sometimes the pill acts a little faster on some people." That logic made perfect sense to Tim, so he took the antibiotic and headed for the shower. "Take your time," Carlos said. "I'm gonna go get another sandwich or something. You shouldn't have anything heavy this late, but I don't want you goin' to bed hungry. You won't be getting anything more till late tomorrow, you know."

By the time Tim emerged from the shower, Carlos was back with two club sandwiches and two cokes. Tim discovered that he was indeed hungry. He could have eaten three more sandwiches, but he didn't say anything. When they were done eating, Carlos gave him the second pill to take. "Once you take it, the clock is ticking," he warned. "You'll soon be unable to get it up no matter how hard you try."
"Sorta like not having it at all," Tim commented.
"Sort of," Carlos agreed. "Except that you still won't have to sit down to pee."
"I been doing that for months anyway," Tim said. "I was trying to get used to it."

Tim decided not to take the pill right away. It had now been sufficiently long since his last cum that he wanted to do it again, one more time. He would wait until Carlos was gone, then have one more earth shattering jerkoff as he imagined himself sharing the experience with his latest heartthrob: Carlos!

"Just lie on these towels on the bed," Carlos instructed. "Lie face down first with your legs spread and I'll do your back." Tim complied. As with the enemas, Carlos was very clinical and professional. Tim tried to imagine himself doing the job on some young stud that Carlos was doing on him. He seriously doubted that he could remain neutral and objective in such a position; he would simply be too turned on by the parts he was handling! As it was, his cock was absolutely aching under him as Carlos worked around his butt, then under it and between his legs. It had never occurred to Tim that a washcloth of warm soapy water and a razor could be an erotic instrument, but it sure was doing a number on him tonight! "Ok, back's done," Carlo announced. "You wanna turn over?"

"I guess I should take that pill now," Tim said as he turned over. He was blushing from the tips of his ears to below his neck as his anxious cock sprang free, drooling precum like there was no tomorrow. Carlos started to hand Tim the big pill and a glass of water, then hesitated. "Why don't you wait a little longer, Tim?" he said softly. "Please?"

"WOW!" Carlos exclaimed when he saw the state of Tim's arousal, "I dunno if one pill's gonna do it for you!"
"I'm sorry," Tim said. "It's just... I mean..."
"Relax," Carlo said. "I told you I'm not gay, but I don't remember sayin' I'm stupid, an' I'm not dead. It kinda turns me on a little too, doin' what I did to you. So let's get the shaving done, ok?" Tim nodded, then closed his eyes and drifted off onto cloud nine as this gorgeous Mexican worked at removing every last hint of hair from his genital area and all surrounding territory. He moaned softly as the hands roamed over his body, denuding his genitals. "GAWWWD that feels good!" he whispered as Carlos finished up. He could feel the dribble coming out of his cock and running down to his very sensitive, freshly shaved pubic area.

Carlos' hands were shaking slightly as he felt Tim's body tremble under his touch. He could feel Tim's arousal, could almost sense the head as he roamed his hands around, feeling for any signs of hair or stubble. There was none, but there was something Carlos hadn't counted on, hadn't expected: there was a silky soft firmness to the skin of this young teen that he had never experienced before, and it was causing feelings in Carlos' own body that he had never felt before.

Carlos had prepped at least a dozen patients since his father had started him working in the clinic shortly after his fifteenth birthday. There had been castration candidates, other patients who had wanted and got a variety of body modification procedures. There had been three transgender patients, one who had wanted a simple circumcision, even one who had wanted his penis split on the end. In all cases Carlos had considered his duties as just that: duties. Four of the patients had wanted him to masturbate them to orgasm and Carlos had complied, but it hadn't done anything for him. They had all been older, at least in their twenties. One man was actually 54! Was that the difference? Could that be the reason they hadn't affected him like this? Could it simply be that this kid was merely a year older than himself? Was it that his body was so perfect, so beautiful? No, Carlos had seen enough bodies that he knew there was more to this than physical attraction. Carlos knew somehow that what he was feeling now was, gay or not, something far deeper than anything physical; he knew somehow that Tim felt the same towards him!

Slowly, tentatively, he ran his hand up and down the length of the slimy precum-soaked penis that wouldn't be there this time tomorrow. He felt a sense of loss; but at the same time he felt an urgency to touch it, admire it, love it. His own penis was considerably smaller, although he knew it would grow some more before it was done; but in the meantime he was totally infatuated with Tim's entire body. "It's ok," Tim whispered, you don't have to, honest."
"But if I want to, is it ok?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah, but you said..."
"I know. I said I'm not gay. I'm not, as far as I know. But..."

Carlos didn't say any more; he couldn't put what he was feeling into words that would make sense. So he gave up trying and kissed Tim on the lips: long and gentle and deep. He had never even thought of kissing another male before but now, suddenly, he was not only kissing another boy only slightly older than himself, he was the aggressor! Tim responded eagerly and kissed him back, before he had even thought about what was happening. "Why don't you get undressed?" he suggested. Carlos did, and in record time. His own uncut five inch cock was as hard as Tim's, and Tim wasted no time getting his hand on it to caress it the way Carlos had done to him. "It's beautiful!" he exclaimed softly as he slowly ran his hand up and down, causing the red head to pop in and out of its sheath.

As Tim toyed with the foreskin on Carlos' member, Carlos rubbed his thumb back and forth, side to side in the slippery precum on Tim's erection. Each was fascinated with what he was doing. Carlos had heretofore in his life produced very little precum, and the abundance of the fluid fairly flowing out of Tim was something of a novelty for him, as was the ample foreskin on his cock for Tim. "I'm not gonna last very long," Tim said breathlessly.
"Me neither," Carlos answered. They both slowed their ministrations to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. Both were totally involved with what they were doing and didn't want it to end any time soon. They were running their hands all over each other's genital area now: cupping and caressing balls, stroking cocks, gently pinching foreskin and slathering hands in precum. "I love you, Carlos," Tim said softly. "I promised myself I wasn't gonna say anything ‘cause I didn't want you to think that I was pressuring you, but I can't keep it to myself. I love you!"
"I know," Carlos replied, "I love you too! I don't know what you're doing to me, but there's not doubt that I love you."

In spite of their efforts to prolong it, Tim's body soon went rigid, his throbbing cock swelling slightly in Carlos' hand. He knew what that mean, and the thought sent him over the edge too. Together they spewed their boy seed all over themselves and each other, each holding the other tightly, each with a hand grasping the other's manhood. "Ohhhhhh TIM!" Carlos moaned. And then they lay still, each thinking about what had just happened, each floating in the afterglow of the most sensational orgasm he had ever experienced.

They lay on the bed side by side for almost an hour, neither making a sound or moving a muscle. "Thanks," Tim said presently. "I think I better take that pill now."
"No, thank YOU!" Carlos returned. "I have never done anything like that before in my life!"
"But you said... I mean... other patients..."
"A few other patients, yes. But that was different; that was clinical. I never once took off my own clothes, never got hard, and certainly never came. It was just something I did for them and it meant nothing, really. But with you, I was driven to do it. I HAD to do it! I wanted you so bad!"
"I wanted you too, Carlos. From the very first moment I saw you I wanted you! But... what's your father gonna say?"
"It might be better if he doesn't know," Carlos mused. "I have never told him that I sometimes fool around with patients a little... you know, give them one last orgasm... I think he knows, but we just never discuss it. This one I will tell him, but I think it might be better to wait till after the surgery. I need to discuss it with him ‘cause I'm not sure what it means."

"Are you thinking that you might be gay after all?" Tim asked.
"No, I honestly don't think so," Carlos answered. "I really dunno what I'm thinking. I know you affected me like no other person I've ever met, male or female. I've dated lots of girls, even got a girl friend of sorts; and though I've never scored I have always wanted to. But I didn't want to do what we did, until I was touching you, and your body was... like... quivering every time I touched you. Then before I knew it I wanted you more than I have ever wanted anyone!"
"Your touch is incredible!" Tim replied. "I had really made up my mind that time in the plane was the last. Then I thought I'd wait till you left tonight and jerk off one more time while I had fantasies about you. But the real thing was a lot better than any fantasy."

"You were gonna jerk off to fantasies of me?" Carlos said in surprise. "You mean there's no one else back home?"
"Not really. There are a few guys I kinda like and would love to get to know better, but I'm not out to anybody. I got a real good friend, but she's a girl. She is the only one who knows I'm gay, and she kinda acts like my girl friend so people won't get suspicious. I didn't ask her to do it, she just does.

"There's my best friend Larry, and we've been jerkin' off together since before we even knew that's what we were doing. But with him it's just a fun thing that we do and doesn't mean anything. Larry's probably 90 percent sure I'm gay, but he's still just a very good friend. I think I could be in love with him, but he has never made any kind of sign that he's the least interested in me except for the fun we used to have. I kinda keep hoping that maybe he or one of my other friends is gay too, but if I tell someone and they're not gay, then it's all over the school and my social life is ruined!

There's only one other guy that I could have fallen for big time, but he's quite a bit younger than I am. We got together only once, but we got caught and I had to promise never to see him again. I really messed him up bad and I still feel guilty about it, so I just keep my promise and stay away from him. He's probably not gay anyway."

"That must be hard. Is that why you're getting the penectomy?"
"No, but if I had a lover I'm sure it would be harder to do."
"Then why are you doing it? After what we did and knowing how much you enjoyed it, you've gotta know you're gonna miss it."
"I wish I knew, Carlos. I know I'm gonna miss it terribly at times. But it's just something I've gotta do. I've been saving my money since I was 12, and I had fantasies long before that of having nothing there. I just have to have it done now that I've got the chance."

"Have you ever been... err... sodomized? You know some guys get off that way. I know you told me you don't want that, but have you ever tried it?"
"Never, and it's not an option for me," Tim replied as he shuddered thinking about it. "I have even tried to imagine myself having that done, but it's just so disgusting for me..."
"So how are you planning to get off? I mean, after?"
"I'm not."
"So getting castrated isn't an option either?"
"Not for now anyway. I want to finish growing and developing normally, and even then I doubt that I'll ever have that done. I know some guys want it and get it done, but it's not for me. I had long e-chats with one man who is into torture and humiliation, all that sorta stuff. He wanted me to visit him so he could use me in his torture chamber, and he even wanted to completely nullify me and it wouldn't have cost me a thing! But that's not my thing. I don't want to be tortured, and I don't want to be a eunuch! I just want my peter gone."

The two boys talked into the night, each trying to understand the other. Tim told of his various sexual exploits and fantasies, each time hoping that something would come of it, but nothing ever did. He related how he'd taken Laura to the prom and she had as much as offered herself that night, but he couldn't get up an interest, and he doubted that he could get anything else up either. He told about the Boy Scout incident and how that had really hurt; but that hurt, the stigma of being gay in a straight world, was all just a part of life he knew he'd have to accept one way or the other. He knew that given a choice between being himself and being a Boy Scout, that he really had no choice at all. He was gay, and he would have to accept that. It wasn't something he had chosen, it just was.

Carlos told what he knew about the various genital modification patients his father had dealt with. He described the transgender patients, how their first goal was to eliminate the testosterone in their bodies that caused all the male characteristics that they found so distasteful. He explained that as much as they disliked having a penis, they were forced to keep it until their sex chance because the tissue was "recycled" to form their vagina. These people, he explained, were most like Tim in that they wanted what they wanted with no fanfare, no ceremony or "scene," just good quality, safe surgery.

He described the men who came wanting everything off, how they often wanted friends or lovers present, how they wanted to have their surgery done under a local anaesthetic, even at times having their significant other make the final cut. Their motives, he explained, were varied. Some were "slaves" and did what their "masters" demanded; others wanted to be asexual, liked the idea of nothing at all between their legs; there were even some who considered themselves some sort of sexual threat to others, mainly children, and were having the surgery as a service to society. "Do they all get what they want?" Tim asked. Of course he was well aware of most of the types Carlos had described, but Carlos' description was much more objective and clinical.
"Not from my dad," Carlos said firmly. Tim could almost feel the pride as Carlos went on. "My dad readily admits that he does surgeries that no one else he knows does, without all the psychological tests and rules. He believes in what he does, Tim, even thought there are lots of doctors that want to shut him down. He believes that people like you have a right to do what you want with your own body, and he also admits that he makes a very good living doing it. But he does not compromise good medical care. He knows what he is doing and he refuses to do anything that would compromise the quality of his medical care, and that includes allowing all the various scenes and final snip scenarios. He wants to make your life better, not kill you!"

Carlos finally announced that he had to go because they were both getting up early in the morning. "Will you be there tomorrow?" Tim asked hopefully.
"Fraid not," Carlos said as he swung out of bed. "I have to run to the airport really early to pick up some medication shipments, then I got several more errands to run. But I'll be there to help you back to the hotel, so just stay at the clinic and wait for me. Promise you won't try to get back here on your own, ok?"
"I promise," Tim said. He had absolutely no intentions of walking a block on his own after his surgery. He could see himself being very sore, and although he was far from being a wimp, he wasn't into a lot of pain either. He noticed that Carlos was hard again as he got dressed; he also noticed that he wasn't! That pill had obviously begun to work. "See you tomorrow afternoon," Carlos said after they had kissed. "Remember, no one is gonna try to talk you into our out of anything, but there will be no hard feelings if you decide not to go through with it. And I for one will be delighted!" And then Tim was alone.

Tim fondled himself, thinking of the evening, of the entire afternoon. This had been what he'd been waiting for all his life, and it had happened, of all fucking places, in Mexico! Tim knew that he could be quite happy living with Carlos the rest of his life, but could Carlos be happy? Even after what they had done, Carlos had stated very clearly that he didn't think he was gay. But there had been no lack of gay attraction as the two boys had made love! Carlos had made no overtures, didn't seem the least interested in anal sex, or even oral for that matter. Tim would have sucked his Mexican friend in a heartbeat if there had been any sign, any indication that it would have been appreciated, but there had been none. But what they had done had been so incredibly HOT!

Tim was still manipulating himself, still trying to get himself hard. One orgasm was hardly enough for him tonight, given what he had experienced, what he had felt, what he was feeling now. But tonight his cock had a mind of its own, and its mind seemed to be thinking of only one thing: sleep. He felt a sense of frustration, not being able to get himself hard for the first time since he could remember. This is what it's gonna be like, a voice said inside him. You're gonna be so horny! So hot! And you're not gonna be able to do a thing about it! This is stupid, you idiot! Just tell the doc in the morning that you've changed your mind. Carlos has already told you that there will be no hard feelings. Just back out, and for the rest of your life you can enjoy jerking off like you always have! Don't be crazy, man!

Another voice, just as strong if not stronger, invaded Tim's subconscious. This is what you have always wanted, Tim! Think about it! You just had hot sex with a really super guy, and now as much as you try you can't even get hard! This is a sample, man! This is what you've waited your whole life for! You got no big bulge in front of your pants, you've got no way to get off, and face it, man, you're loving it! Tomorrow you can make this situation permanent, and no one can stop you! You're only hours away from your dream. Surely you're not thinking of blowing the whole thing now!

Tim thought about the two voices calling from within, and he knew which way he had to go. He didn't want to, but he literally had no choice. Right at this moment, lying in bed naked, dried cum still crusting on his teenage body from his lovemaking with Carlos, he had never been more pumped up, never been more ready to have the earth shattering cum that he knew was waiting for him. Yet he couldn't do it because he couldn't even get a hardon! As frustrating and torturous as it was, he knew that this was the feeling that he wanted. He kept playing with himself, hoping for one last orgasm, becoming more and more frustrated as his cock refused to respond; and as futile, as totally hopeless as he felt, he knew that this was the situation he'd been waiting for since long before he even knew why his penis was there. He would go through with the surgery! He kept playing with himself, conjuring up the most erotic images he could think of: stories he had read on the Eunuch archive; gay stories on other sites; pictures; personal experiences; fantasies he'd had of various people he had known or wished he knew. Nothing helped. His penis simply would not respond.

Finally at some time past 2 AM, Tim fell into a fitful sleep, his very limp penis still in his hand.

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