Tim's Last Orgasm 5: A Plan Begins To Form

Tim raced home from school the next day and ran up to his room. There were no signs that anyone else was there, not that he cared. The only thing on his mind was checking his email. He used the bathroom while his computer booted up, assuming the now customary position of sitting on the commode. One of his friends, Danny Eckerd, had noticed and mentioned that he never seemed to use the urinal any more. Danny was one of those boys that Tim liked but had no lust for. It wasn't that he wasn't a good looking guy, but for some reason Tim felt no attraction to him. In answer to the boy's query, Tim had given an answer that he'd regretted as soon as it was out of his mouth. "I just got tired of all you horny studs drooling all over my perfect cock," he'd said. Danny laughed and left it at that, but Tim didn't. He had stewed for hours, thinking that was the dumbest thing he could possibly have said.

Tim had two new messages. The first was another answer to his ads. It was from a middle aged man in Canada who assured him that he could do the required surgery, inflicting as much pain and suffering in the process as Tim wanted. Tim deleted it without reading the whole thing. The second was very similar to the one he'd received yesterday: no greetings, so signature, just one line giving the same link to the clinic he'd written. Great! he said to himself with disgust. That's just great! Probably just a hoax, or maybe even a virus... yeah, that's it! It's probably one of those self-perpetuating viruses! He saved the note, then started his virus scanner.

An hour later, Tim checked and found that no virus had been found on his computer. He was still discouraged though - so much so that he didn't feel like doing anything else on his computer, so he shut it down. This was a total bummer! It had been two full days now since he'd got himself off, and his entire body was starting to object. Completely bummed out now, and still alone in the house, he decided to go for a walk.

Tim walked a lot further than he'd planned. In truth, he was a lot more depressed than he realized. He had so hoped that the clinic he'd written would have replied by now, and he would be well on the way to setting up an appointment that would result in the realization of his dream. Now it seemed, he was back at square one. Well, actually where he was was in a large mall that wasn't too far from his house.

He didn't know exactly how he'd got there, and he certainly hadn't planned it, but Tim soon found himself inside the mall and walking into a large video game arcade. Although he was something of a computer geek, having worked vacations and Saturdays at a computer store for over three years, Tim wasn't terribly interested in video games. He was a purist! He could assemble a state of the art multimedia computer almost in less time than it takes to tell, install Windows on that same computer and have it doing handstands almost before you knew he was doing it. But computer games, to Tim, were a waste of good technology; however he never tired of admiring the scenery in these places. More than any other place he knew, he could always depend on finding some gorgeous hunks in these arcades, and they were usually so involved in the games they were playing that Tim could ogle and lust all he wanted without being noticed. Today was no different as he scanned the large noisy room and zeroed in on his target.

Tim stood against a wall, watching a boy about his own age attacking Klingons, or Martians, or whatever it was the kid was killing by the thousands on the big color screen. He was slightly built, almost girlish in some respects except that the muscles in his shoulders, arms and neck kept flexing and rippling as the young gladiator fought valiantly the monsters as they attacked him on the screen. He was about Tim's height, five feet five or six inches tall; his hair was light brown and cut short, revealing an incredibly sexy long thin neck. He was wearing tan shorts and a white tank top, well actually a simple undershirt, which revealed a not-too-muscular torso, but nonetheless triangular and attractive enough to get Tim's engine running in no uncertain terms.

Tim stood leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets doing what teens' hands usually do when in pockets, completely engrossed in the other teen's body English as he fought all the creatures on the screen. The gorgeous kid had no idea that he was being observed, studied, lusted after by an equally gorgeous sixteen year old about eight feet away. Tim could feel a wetness in his briefs. He was drooling, but not from his mouth. Finally, not able to stand it any longer and not having the courage to approach the youth, he turned and left the arcade. To his utter astonishment he had completely missed dinner! Knowing his parents would be concerned, he found a pay phone and called, explaining that he had fallen asleep while sitting on a bench in the mall. He knew it was a lame excuse, but Tim had learned long ago that the more creative he got with his excuses, the less likely he would be believed. Today was no exception as his mother expressed a deep relief that he was all right, then instructed him to get his tail home as quickly as he could.

Tim grinned to himself as he ran most of the way home. He loved to run, so hurrying in this case was no chore for him. He could feel his lungs fill with air and then deflate again. It felt so good it was almost erotic! But then as he thought about it, he realized that just about everything was erotic to Tim: getting caught or almost getting caught in some embarrassing situation, putting on new clothes, especially underwear; seeing some boy he'd never seen before as with the youth at the video arcade, even running home having just told his mother some wild tale she should never have believed! All of the above, and more, brought his five inch manhood to instant attention. But nothing, absolutely nothing could get him excited more quickly or intensely than the thought that his manhood, the very thing that gave him so much excruciating pleasure, would soon be gone! The walk, the two hours or so he'd spent at the video arcade followed by the run home, had all served their purpose: they had made Tim so incredibly horny he was aching in his groin; and they had also renewed his determination. One way or another, by this time next year, Tim would have had his last orgasm, his last wank.

Tim apologized to his parents again when he got home. They lectured him again, telling him that if he was falling asleep in such a public, noisy place, he needed to get more rest. "I'm ok, Mom," he countered. "I just... well I guess I just didn't get much sleep last night." Terry stifled a giggle. Their mother was tempted to tell him that she was well aware that he'd been awake a lot during the night, but she thought better of it.

"Mom found your sheets in the closet," Terry announced when Tim had let him in the room and re-locked the door. "Man, you shoulda heard her! First she was really pissed that you'd left them in the closet to stink up all your clothes, and then she and Dad were laughing their heads off. You musta made some kinda mess o' those sheets! I wish I'd a been there."
Oh damn! Tim thought. He had completely forgot about washing the sheets! "You don't know what you're talkin' about, Terry," he answered defensively. "Besides, what in the world would you have done if you had been there?"
"I know more'n you think I know, big brother," he countered. "If I'd been there you mighta had a REAL good time!"
"Whatever. So what did you want, Terry?"

Terry stood facing his brother, studying him. His eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his head to one said. He was obviously thinking very hard, evidently trying to think of some excuse why he'd come knocking on his brother's door. He was so incredibly cute! "I was just wonderin'," he said finally. "Did you really fall asleep at the mall?"
"That's what I told Mom, isn't it?" Tim replied. He really wasn't ready to discuss the whole thing with Terry, but his brother was obviously not as ready to accept his explanation as their mother had been.
"I know that's what you said. But is that really what happened? Or..."
"Or what, Terry? Or no, that's not what happened? Is that what you're tryin' to say? Ok, you caught me! No, I didn't fall asleep at the mall. Actually what happened is, I had to stop off at the bank and rob it to support my drug habit. But I couldn't very well tell that to Mom, now could I? I mean it would ruin her whole day an' she'd ground me for two weeks if she knew I'd robbed a bank! So if that's all you wanted, I got work to do."

Terry stood staring at his brother. He made no sign that he planned to move any time soon. There was no mistaking the knowing smirk on his cute face. "Yes?" Tim said irritably, "is there something else?"
"Yeah, there is," Terry answered absently. His eyes had become dazed, as if looking at something with his mind and not his eyes - something in some other dimension. "I was just wonderin'..."
"Wonderin' what?" Tim demanded impatiently.
"Nuthin' I guess. I'll see ya tomorrow, ok? G'night Tim."

Tim sat and wondered what that was all about. He felt guilty for being so abrupt with is brother, but he was simply not ready to discuss his lecherous watching of other teens with anyone. His stomach growled as he fired up the computer. Even though he was starving, he had told his mom he wasn't really hungry when he'd got home. He had no earthly idea why he'd done that, except possibly to avoid more lectures if he'd stayed downstairs. But that wasn't it, was it? The truth is, he had to check his mail again, just in case. That done and finding nothing, Tim opened a chat window and immediately got a private message from someone he'd chatted with a few months ago.

{Boyluvr} Hi, Timmy! Long time no see!
{Timmy} Hi. I been kinda busy lately.
{Boyluvr} No problems, I hope. You doin' ok?
{Timmy} I am doing fine. I guess I have been just too busy to chat online all that much. You know, exams coming up and all.
{Boyluvr} I see. Are you still thinking of what we talked about?
{Timmy} I guess. I don't see it happening any time soon though.
{Boyluvr} Why not? I thought you were anxious to have your first experience with a man.
{Timmy} I was, but things change. I have decided to go ahead and spend all my energy getting my operation. I know now that I can never be like other gay guys, I am just too shy and I don't want to hurt my mom and dad.
{Boyluvr} Don't you think having your cock cut off will hurt them?
{Timmy} They don't ever have to know.
{Boyluvr} And you don't think they would ever find out? Timmy that is a pretty big load of emotional baggage to carry around all by yourself.
{Timmy} You just don't understand.
{Boyluvr} You are right, Timmy. I don't understand. I don't understand at all. So why don't you explain it to me? Why on earth would a beautiful young teen like yourself want to cut off that part of you that you love so much?
{Timmy} I don't know. Maybe I don't even understand it myself. All I know for sure is that every time I touch it or jerk off or feel it getting hard I think about when it won't be there and it makes me so hot just thinking about it. Sometimes just as I start to cum I think of it as my last time, and it really turns me on.
{Boyluvr} so I assume you are hard right now right?
{Timmy} I am so hard it is hurting.
{Boyluvr} So why don't we just beat off together. I am already typing one handed.
{Timmy} I can't. Sorry.
{Boyluvr} Can't? Why not?
{Timmy} I promised someone.
{Boyluvr} Really? Do I sense a budding romance here?
{Timmy} No, nothing like that. I just kinda have a bet on with someone that I cannot go a month without beating off.
{Boyluvr} So how long have you gone?
{Timmy} almost 3 days.
{Boyluvr} And are you going to make it?
{Timmy} I will unless I decide it's silly. I mean after it is gone I will have to go a whole lifetime so a month should be no problem.
{Boyluvr} I don't know why you don't just take that beautiful thing in your hand and give it what for! You have already told me how much you enjoy it, so just relax and enjoy! If you never do anything sexual in your life but jerk off, it's not the end of the world! I don't get to meet boys very often, but in my fantasies, man I have a great time!

"Tim, are you awake?" Mom's voice came softly from the other side of the door as she tapped lightly.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm awake."
"You're wanted on the phone. You can take it in my room."
"Ok, Mom, I'll be right there. Thanks."

{Timmy} Sorry BL but I gotta go. I'm wanted on the phone. Bye.
{Boyluvr} Ok Timmy. Maybe we can chat later. Bye.

Tim grumbled to himself as he walked into his parents' room to get the phone. He'd had several very enjoyable cyber jerkoff sessions with this guy Boyluvr in the past. He would never have gone to meet the guy in person, but sometimes it was enjoyable to chat with guys like that. How inconsiderate, calling so late! He thought. Shit, it's after nine o'clock! "Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Hi, Tim," the tinkling voice of Laura Matthews came over the receiver. "It's Laura."
"Hi, Laura," Tim answered. "Ok Mom, I've got it." The last comment made without trying to hide his annoyance. He hated when she tried to get a piece of his conversations before hanging up! The two teens went silent, waiting for the CLICK of the extension being hung up. They both understood the problem and neither was about to say anything until they knew they did not have an audience.

"I looked for you after school today," Laura said pleasantly. "I was hoping we could talk."
"Sorry, I had something I hadda do," Tim said. He liked Laura, a lot! And he knew she liked him. Unfortunately there was a large difference in the way they thought about each other. Laura had been flirting with Tim since she had transferred to his school last September, making her intentions very clear. Tim had no interest in Laura or any other girl for that matter aside from being friends, comparing school assignments, sharing the odd coke and eating lunch together. Actually Tim's attitude toward girls was somewhat unique. Aside from Larry, he preferred girls as friends because the were much more inclined to be serious, to compare notes on school work, even discuss personal problems without the conversation ending up in somebody's crotch. But for Tim that's where the interest ended, and that tended to confuse most girls, including Laura.
"It's ok," she said in that same pleasant, bubbly voice. "I'm kinda getting used to having to track you down."
"Well, ya got me now. What did you want, Laura?"

There was a long pause. Tim was beginning to wonder if Laura was still there when she finally spoke. "I need a favor, Tim," she said finally. "You know the junior prom is next week." Tim froze. Surely she wasn't going to ask him to take her! Surely she knew by now that he wasn't interested! Surely she... "Tim... would you take me? Please?"

"Laura, I wasn't planning to go," Tim said as he tried desperately to think of a good reason, yet hide his desperation. He would never in a million years simply tell Laura something that would hurt her, but he knew he would indeed hurt her if he encouraged her and then didn't follow through.
"I figured you probably weren't, but you need to go, Tim! It'll be a lot of fun! If you don't go, then you and I will be the only ones in the Junior class that aren't there!"
"Surely you're not gonna try to tell me no one has asked you to go," Tim said, still trying to think of some way out of this. There was a certain part of him that really did want to go. He loved to dance, even if his dancing partners up to this point in his life had always been girls. And then there were all those gorgeous boys in his class, all dressed up in their tuxedos! He felt a stirring in his loins just thinking about the sight. His hand wandered to his pocket where he began to grope and rub himself, completely forgetting his bet with Eric.
"I've had three different boys ask me," Laura told him. "I turned them all down. I want to go with you, Tim! You're my best friend!"
"But I..."
"I know, you're not interested in going out together. It's ok, I understand and I can live with that. But that doesn't mean we can't go to the prom together, does it?"
"Laura, you should have accepted one of those offers. I think you're great, but... well, I just don't want you to waste your time with me. We've got no future, Laura."
"You've already told me that and I understand. But this is our prom, Tim! You can't just stay home. You just can't!"
"But I don't have a tux!" Tim finally thought to say. "I dunno if I can get one this late or not.""I know where you can get one," she offered. "So if that's your only reason, it's not a problem. Please, Tim?"

Well damn! What in the world could he do? Laura was a good friend, one of Tim's best, and she HAD turned down three other guys. Tim really didn't want to go to the stupid prom and act out the macho male he knew he wasn't; but he didn't want to hurt Laura either. "Ok," he heard himself saying. "Laura, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the prom?"
"I would be delighted!" she answered excitedly. "Thanks, Tim, you really are a good friend!"
"You too, Laura. I'll see ya tomorrow, ok? We'll talk about it then."
"Ok, Tim. ‘Night."

After Tim had hung up, he needed a drink, bad! Of course as soon as he appeared downstairs his mother started with the third degree. "Who was that?" she asked idly. Tim noticed to his surprise that Terry was still up, smirking as only a little brother can do.
"Just Laura Matthews," was the simple reply. He headed for the kitchen to get a coke.
"And who is Laura Matthews?" his mother pressed.
"Just a girl at school," Tim answered as he popped the top and drank half the can non stop. "She's a good friend." He was hoping that last comment might fend off the wolves, but he was mistaken; it made things worse.
"Anything wrong? She seemed pretty anxious to talk to you."
"Nuthin's wrong, Mom. She just wanted to talk about the prom."
"The prom? The junior prom?"
"Uh-huh. She's my date."

Tim knew once he made that announcement all hell would break loose, but he also knew the way things were going that his mom would keep pumping until she'd got it out of him. He was correct on both counts. Terry started giggling. "I told ya," he said triumphantly, "Tim's got a girl friend!"
"That's wonderful, Tim!" their mom said. "When is the prom?"
"A week from Friday."
"A week from Friday? When were you gonna let us know, Tim? And how long have you been seeing this girl?"
"Mom, it's no big deal. It's just a dance, only everyone gets dressed up a little more. And Laura is not my girl friend, she's just a friend! We study together sometimes. She's not goofy like other girls, and we like a lot of the same things. She's really good to study with."
"Study what with?" Terry said, then giggled until his mother told him to shut up.

It was no use! Now that the cat was out of the bag, his mother was all over him, asking how it had come about, did he have clothes to wear, what he was using for transportation, and on and on. Tim made a mental note to kill Terry the first chance he got. His brother was still giggling, still adding little comments to keep the pot stirred, still claiming that he'd known for quite some time. "We don't have all the arrangements set up yet, Mom," he said desperately. "I got a little bit of homework I still have to do so I'm goin' upstairs. We can talk about it tomorrow night, ok?" Then before anyone had a chance to give him another interrogation, he beat it up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Lying in his bed, his hands under his head, Time started to think about the upcoming prom. If he dug deep enough into his subconscious, he had to admit that a part of him, a very small part, was looking forward to the big do. He was sure at least some of his friends and classmates were wondering if he was gay, and this should throw them off the track at least for a short while. But it was more than that, wasn't it? He liked Laura, enjoyed her company. He loved dancing even if he hadn't done that much of it, and he was sure he'd have plenty of chance at the prom. He had no sexual aspirations toward his date, but being normal, doing what all the other guys were doing just once, was going to be great! And who knows? he thought as he felt himself getting sleepy, I might have such a good time that I'll end up being straight after all!

Tim would never have admitted it to anyone, especially not himself, but he knew deep down he had a strong wish to be straight. He couldn't even imagine what it was like, but it sure would be nice just for a while not to have secrets, not to be thinking during every waking moment, wondering if he'd done something to give away to others what he knew to be the truth. He would have had no problem accepting his sexuality if only the rest of the world could accept it, but he knew from offhand comments of his parents, "queer" jokes at school, and just the way society works in general, that being gay would one way or another be a hassle he'd have to deal with his entire life. Tim had now accepted that fact and learned to live with it, but still, there was a deep longing to be... well, to be what the rest of the world deemed "Normal."

"Man, you're somethin'!" Larry said when he and Tim were in bed. It was Friday night, and Tim had gone to Larry's directly from school, had dinner with Larry and his parents, and they were now settled in Larry's twin beds, one in each of the beds. This was not the arrangement Tim would have preferred, but discretion was the better part of valor in this case.
"Whatta ya mean?" Tim asked blankly.
"Laura, you sex pot! I mean you taking Laura Matthews to the Prom! It's all over the school that you're taking her. You don't ever date girls, show no interest even though they practically strip and wiggle their pussies in front of you, then you end up taking one of the school foxes to the Prom! How in the world did you ever pull that off?"
"It's not what you think, Larry. I mean, we don't have a thing going or anything like that. She just wanted me to take her, and... well, you gotta admit she's a nice girl. We're really good friends and I like her!"
"So does every other boy in the junior class, but it's YOU that's takin' her to the prom. Man, did I have you figured wrong!"

Tim felt a slight shiver course down his spine. He knew precisely what Larry was talking about, but of course he couldn't let on. "Figured wrong how?" he asked.
"Come on, Tim, you know what I'm talking about. Shit, man, you're the only guy in the whole school that isn't tryin' to get dates and make it with some girl. Half the guys in our class had you figured out as bein' gay, and now you end up takin' one of the nicest girls in school to the prom. The only question I got is, does she know?"
"Know what? Of course she knows we're goin' to the prom."
"Not that, Tim! Of course she knows. She's been bragging her ass off! But does she know you're... well... not interested?"

"What makes you think I'm not interested?" Tim said. He was panicking now, getting a little closer to the truth than he wanted to get.
"Tim, this is me!" Larry said as he propped himself up on one elbow. "I've known you since we were barely out of diapers! I've known for a long time, Tim! I'm not stupid and I'm not blind! You're gay!"
"Thanks," Tim said, not knowing what else to say. "I'm so pleased you gave me that vote of confidence. For the record, I like you too."
"Hey, man, this is me! Remember? Larry! Your best friend! Hello!!! I know you, Tim! I even wish sometimes I was gay too so we could just be lovers and be done with it! I know how hard you try to hide it, and you probably wish it wasn't true! I know you've been going through hell for years over this, but you can't help what you are, man. But it is true, isn't it?"
"I... I dunno, Larry. I mean, sometimes I think..."
"Don't give me that I don't know crap. You did that when we quit scouts and I bought it ‘cause I didn't want it to be true! But I've learned a lot since then, and I know it's not something you've decided or chosen, and I'm ok with it, dude! Shit, I invited you to spent the night with me, didn't I? I invited you out golfing in the morning, didn't I?"

Tim thought for a moment. He didn't say anything right away; he couldn't. If he spoke, Larry would have known that he was on the verge of crying. He could see himself losing his best friend, the one steady, reliable influence in his life that had always been there, had always been a common denominator to whatever else was going on in his life. The scouting incident, in which Larry had quit in support of his friend, had been one of many such events. Tim and Larry had always, for as long as either could remember, defended each other, depended on each other, and neither had ever let the other down. Never! "Yeah," he finally said weakly, "you did invite me. Why, Larry? If you think I'm gay, why would you invite a faggot to spend the night with you, to go golfing with you? How do you know I'm not gonna jump you in the middle of the night and bite your dick off and swallow it whole? You tryin' to humiliate me, Larry? Or maybe you got some of your buddies ready to jump me on the ninth hole and beat the crap outta me?"

Now it was Larry's turn to pause before answering. Finally he said "Is that what you think of our friendship, Tim? Do you really think I could do anything like that to you? I'm not worried about you jumping me in the middle of the night because you're my friend and I trust you! I just happen to think you need a friend now more than ever, Tim! I have done more research on gays than you would believe, and I know how hard it is, especially when you're not out to anyone! I'm your friend, Tim, and I always will be no matter what! Dammit, man, you're still the same incredible guy you've always been, and you didn't suddenly become gay! I don't want you to ever forget that! But if you think you're gonna get beat to a pulp on the ninth hole, maybe we shouldn't go golfing at all. Maybe we should just forget it and hang out at the mall or something. I really don't care what we do, as long as we spend the day together. If you want, we can just drive around all day, or go swimming, or... or whatever you'll be comfortable with. I know there's something going on in your life that's bothering you, but I just don't know what it is so I can't deal with it. Just let me be your friend! Please?"

To Tim's absolute astonishment, Larry got out of his own bed and crawled in with Tim. He was wearing only a pair of briefs, and he made no effort to hide or shield himself, but threw his arms around Tim and kissed him on the cheek. "There!" he said. "If I have to take off my shorts to demonstrate my trust, I'm more than ready to do that too. And if you really do want to mess around with me, that's ok too. I know that if you do, it'll only be because you really need to."

"You might not believe this, Larry," Tim said, "but I've been lookin' forward to golfing tomorrow ever since you asked me. I'll go. I'm sorry, you're right, that was a stupid thing to say. I feel the same way about you, man, and I'm sorry. Oh, and thanks for what you just did. You may think I'm a queer but I'm not dangerous. You're safe in my bed, and you're welcome here."
"Forget it, man. Le's get to sleep. It's late, and I'm really anxious to see you beat the crap outta me on the course. G'nite, Tim."

The boys did go golfing, and they had a wonderful time. Tim didn't beat Larry, but he never thought in his wildest dreams that he would. But they had a good game, they talked over many of the adventures they'd had over the years, with no more talk about sexuality or personal preferences. Tim never did admit to Larry what they both knew to be the truth, and Larry didn't push him to do so. That had never been his objective; all he wanted to do was to spend the day with his best friend, and hopefully to reassure him that they were still best friends, regardless of his sexual preference. When Larry dropped Tim off at his house at 4 that afternoon, they were both feeling better about their friendship. Tim felt a little guilty that he still had left Larry hanging, but Larry made no sign that he wanted or needed anything more than he'd got. They even shared a hug before Tim got out of the car.

It was Sunday afternoon before Tim was again alone with his computer. Laura and Tim's parents had dragged him all over town Saturday evening and Sunday getting him fitted for a tux, arranging for corsages, instructing the poor bewildered and overwhelmed boy on proper etiquette, and on and on it went. His father had insisted on paying for everything much to Tim's dismay. "But I've got money," he protested. "I appreciate it, Dad, but I'd rather pay myself."
"Keep your money," his dad said. "I know you've been saving for a long time and Mr. Nelson has told me how hard you work at the store. Sooner or later you'll be looking for a car and you'll need all the money you can lay your hands on, so keep your savings. You've earned it! This one's on me!"

They had hired a limo to take Tim and Laura to the prom, then pick them up at 11. Tim would have much preferred to drive her himself, but again his dad had insisted. Of course what Tim didn't know was that his dad simply didn't want the couple to be too much on their own. Relying on his own memory, he knew what these proms could develop into: drugs, alcohol, sex... so to him the cost of a limo would assure the control over his son that he was not yet ready to give up.

"Yessss!" Tim hissed to himself as he checked his email and found one from the Sanchez Medical Clinic. He was breathless now as he opened the note, his hand shaking so badly he could hardly control the mouse.

Hello, Tim! First please allow me to thank you for taking the time to review our website. As you know we specialize in body modification here, a service that is all too often difficult to obtain and very restrictive in its rules. I am confident that we can amply respond and fulfil your needs.

Your age will not be a problem at this clinic, at least for the time being. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that there are those in this country trying to force us to set the minimum age at 18. But at present we have no such restriction.

We would be very pleased to provide you with the penectomy surgery you desire, but unfortunately we cannot guarantee that you will be sufficiently recovered in five days to return home. You should understand that this is very invasive surgery and our experience suggests that you would not be well enough to travel in five days. In addition to cutting off the external part of the penis, we must cut well into the pubic area to remove the internal portion, which is almost as long as the external. We would prefer a ten day commitment, during which time you would be in residence at a nearby hotel. You would come to our clinic to be checked for complications daily. You would be catheterized for at least five days, which again reduces your mobility.

The cost of a penectomy will be $2,500, with a $1,000 deposit to secure an appointment and the balance due at time of admission. I should also point out that for another $500 we can also do a bilateral orchiechtomy, and I would strongly advise this procedure. If done at a later or an earlier time, the cost will be $1,500.

For your information in making your travel plans, we are located in Cancun, Mexico. As you probably know, there are many fine recreational facilities in the area so if you wish, you could combine a very nice vacation with your trip to our clinic.

I look forward to hearing from you in the near future.

Donald Smith, MD

Tim's erection had never been harder or bigger, and had never come close to hurting so much as he read the brief description of the surgery. His heart was pounding, his breathing ragged. This was it! He hadn't even thought of having to be catheterized, but of course it made perfect sense. Cancun was within his reach he was sure, he already had enough money saved and would be adding more this summer. This was it!

The ten day stay was a bit of a problem because he knew his parents would never consent to his losing a whole week of school. That eliminated next spring's one week break. But after all the other obstacles had been overcome, this one was minor. He wasn't quite sure how to handle it, but there was no doubt in his mind that he would somehow manage. He whipped off a quick reply telling Dr. Smith that he was definitely interested and would be back to him as soon as he could make some preliminary arrangements. Then he went to bed. Tonight his raging hardon would not be denied, bet or no bet! There would be lots of time for celibacy after the surgery, and finally he could tell Eric he would not be needing his services.

"You're not gonna mention anything to Tim about those sheets, are you Barry?" Tim's mom said to her husband as they sat alone in the living room.
"No, dear, I'm not," Barry Chandler replied. "That would be so incredibly embarrassing for him, and I don't see where it would serve any purpose. It's just nature taking its course."
"But you said yourself it was a terrible mess! He must've been lying up there cumming all night long to do all that staining!"
"He's sixteen, Ginny! That happens to boys at that age! His hormones are on a rampage through his body like nothing I can ever describe. I can't explain it, there's no way you could ever understand unless you've been a teenage boy. Having been there, I am constantly amazed that more kids don't go totally insane before things start to settle down. For all we know it could've been wet dreams. He might not have known anything about it until morning."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I believe it's possible. But even if it was self induced, it's no big deal. You show me a man over 25 who has never done that and I'll show you a liar!"

Virginia Chandler eyed her husband curiously. Unless she was sadly mistaken, he had just admitted that he had masturbated at one time. Maybe he still did! After all, there were many times that he was ready for sex and she wasn't. She wanted to ask him about it, but she realized that there were some things she might be better not knowing. She tried to picture her husband taking himself in hand, but the image just wouldn't materialize. She had grown up quite sheltered, and although she believed her husband when he said it was a normal part of growing up for a teenage boy, she was still having something of a problem picturing her son doing to himself what her husband had described. She knew that Tim had washed his own sheets before because he had occasionally forgot to take them out of the dryer. That was ok, she could live with that. She could rationalize and say that he had accidentally wet the bed, got in the bed with muddy feet and soiled his sheets, or was just a clean freak. Deep in her heart she probably knew that all these answers were silly, but they sufficed, and they were certainly better than the alternative suggestion.

Barry had suggested if she was so concerned that she should check his sheets, his dirty underwear, the waste basket, for clues. This she had absolutely refused to do! She stated haughtily that it was a terrible suggestion, that there was no way she would spy on her son like that! In truth, she just didn't want to know if there was anything to know. The very thought of any kind of sexual activity other than the old-fashioned let's-make-a-baby kind of sex was, well, truthfully, cute and amusing! But her reaction to her son's sexual awakenings caused her considerable feelings of guilt. Shouldn't she be horrified? Shouldn't she try to put a stop to it? She certainly shouldn't be finding it amusing that he was doing those things, should she? But even if she did stop him, even if she did convince him that he wasn't ready yet to be spurting his seed all over the bed, he still wouldn't be the little boy that was gone forever, much to her distress. That was her real objection: that her little Timmy was gone forever, and as proud as she was of her son the young man, she sadly missed her son the cute little boy.

After much discussion and thought, Virginia and Barry Chandler agreed that, like it or not, Tim was indeed a young man now and a very fine one, and they needed to give him a little more space, more privacy. They needed to allow him a little more freedom to make his own decisions and choices. Naturally they didn't share these conclusions with Tim for fear he would go absolutely wild, but it wasn't long before he noticed that his parents were treating him more like an adult. That was fine with Tim; perhaps it would make his upcoming proposition a little easier to sell.

Next: VI: The Prom