Tim's Last Orgasm 8: Cancun

Before Tim was even close to being ready it was 5:45 AM, July 18. He was standing at the security check-in with his parents and brother. Terry had been nagging for days, trying to get an invitation to go along. When Tim had been adamant that he wasn't welcome and would be bored anyway, Terry had concluded that he was meeting Laura in Cancun and didn't want anyone to know. "She's in Europe with her parents," Tim had reminded him.
"Yeah, that's what everybody thinks," he retorted with a smirk. "You're gonna have a hot two weeks with her on the beach! I bet you don't do any research at all, at least as far as Indians are concerned."
"You're nuts, Terry!"
"I bet my nuts aren't gonna be as sore as yours," Terry returned with a giggle. On and on it went. There was a part of Tim that wanted to take Terry with him, but of course his motives in so doing were far from honorable, so he had abandoned the idea. It's unlikely their parents would have allowed him to go anyway.

Larry had been another problem. After phoning Tim and trying one last time to dissuade his friend, he had insisted that he also come to the airport. Tim had wanted Larry there in a way, but he just couldn't take the chance of someone making a slip and messing up the whole thing. Fortunately Larry was working all summer, so Tim had used that as an excuse and convinced him that he didn't need the extra hassle of driving all the way to the airport and then going to a long day's work. Larry had agreed reluctantly and abandoned the idea, after having reviewed the code he and Tim had worked out and securing one last promise that Tim would call twice a day.

"Remember, I want you to call every day," Tim's mother reminded him.
"Yeah, Mom, I remember. It might be late sometimes though, ‘cause I'm not always gonna be where there's a phone. I might actually be gone overnight now and then, but I'll let you know ahead of time if that happens."
"You've got your cell phone, and you've tested it to be sure it works, right?" Mom said.
"Mom, I've got it but I'm not planning on using it unless there's an emergency. That would cost a fortune!" Tim replied. "Besides, I don't even know if it would work down there, in all the places I'll be going!" Tim had his cell phone so he could call Larry twice a day just to check in, but he didn't want his parents to know he was doing that. With his own phone, which had cost him a small fortune because he was under age, he would see the bill and no one else, so no one would know whom he had called. Then it had occurred to him that his parents could call him at any time, and that was definitely NOT a good idea. Fortunately his father agreed that it would probably not work anyway, so the cell phone idea was abandoned except for an emergency.

Good-bye's were said, hugs exchanged, and Tim found himself alone, walking down the ramp and onto the plane. He had a direct flight to Atlanta, a rather brief stop, then another direct flight to Cancun. When the plane finally pushed back from the gate and the engines fired up, Tim's heart was already racing at "flight idle," though the word "idle" was hardly appropriate. He had only flown once before and had been looking forward to his window seat and all the sights he would see, but as the big plane raced down the runway and lifted into the air, he wasn't the least interested. He was reading over Dr. Smith's email, again and again, and wondering if he dared use the washroom to relieve his raging hormones.

Tim closed his eyes as they leveled off at 30,000 feet. The stewardess came by with drinks, and Tim took a coke just because it was offered. He really was in no mood to eat or drink, and hadn't been for two days. He folded up the email printout and put it away. He didn't need the paper by now, he could remember it almost verbatim. As he settled back in his seat, he thought of Carlos, the Hispanic he was supposed to meet at the airport.

"He will be pleased to help you in any way he can," Dr. Smith had said of the young Mexican. Just exactly what had he meant? There were the obvious preparation tasks the doctor had described, but there were other things. Surely the doctor would realize that any 17 year old about to lose his sexuality for life would want one last fling! Or would he? He had said that Tim would become impotent after taking that muscle relaxant. Was that a warning, a masked instruction to do what he was going to do before taking the pill? Tim felt a stirring in his groin, and somehow he knew it was due in part to thoughts of Carlos, but perhaps more because of his fantasies of being impotent.

He tried to think of other things, but found it impossible to force his mind to other subjects. For perhaps the first time in months, Tim felt a slight pang of remorse for having spent most of his savings. By the time he got home, nullified forever, he would have blown almost $5,000. That would have been a really good start on a nice car; but what would he do with a car? That got his mind right back on what he had spent all that money on: to fulfill a dream. He wanted to slide his hand down under his clothes to fondle himself like he was almost always doing lately, but the seats were too small and cramped to do it discreetly.

He thought of his parents. They would be absolutely horrified if they ever found out! But they wouldn't find out, would they? His biggest concern was the shower room at school. He had not yet figured out how he was going to reveal his secret from his classmates. He knew that there was no possible way he could go a year at school without eventually appearing naked in the showers, and once the other kids found out it would be all over the school. Once that happened, it would be only a matter of time before Terry heard the stories, and Terry had never been really great at keeping a secret. No matter, he thought, it would be done then and there would be nothing anyone could do about it. He would rather not have to go through all the explanations with his parents, would certainly prefer not to hurt them this way, but if he absolutely had to, he would just have to handle it.

It seemed like only minutes later when Tim heard the engines slow as they began their descent into Atlanta. He was already almost halfway there! He watched out the window at the various sights, the buildings of downtown Atlanta, the thousands of cars scurrying along the freeways like so many ants on sandy pavement. Suddenly he was actually a little hungry, so he fished a sandwich out of his carry-on bag and munched on it as the plane touched down and taxied to the terminal. There had been a young lady sitting next to him during the flight from Chicago, but she was obviously preparing to get off here. He wondered who would be his neighbor for the remainder of the flight, not that it mattered because Tim was far too bashful to get involved in any kind of a conversation.

Total panic set in when he realized that Atlanta was where Eric lived. He knew it was silly, maybe even a little paranoid, but he half expected a middle aged man to sit down and introduce himself as Eric. Tim knew, absolutely knew, that if that were to happen he'd have a heart attack right then and there!

"I guess this is my seat," Tim heard a pleasant male voice say. He looked up to see the smiling handsome face of a man in his 30's stuffing a bag into the overhead compartment, and his heart did a double flip inside his chest. Could this man possibly be Eric? Tim was trapped in the window seat! If there had been any way to get that window open, he would have jumped right out of the plane. Instead he sank back in his seat as if trying to dissolve himself right into the fabric.

"Hi, my name is Roy," the man said as he offered his hand.
"H-hi," Tim said as he took the hand, shaking it as if he were greeting a long lost friend he was so relieved. "I'm Tim." He noticed the man was wearing brown shorts not unlike the ones he was wearing, a bright blue Hawaiian shirt, and a heavy gold chain on his neck. Too bad you're not ten or twelve years younger, he thought to himself. Roy was very tanned, on the muscular side but not too much so, and in spite of his age Tim thought he was quite attractive.
"Going to Cancun alone?" the man said, still smiling.
"Yes, sir," Tim replied.
"Aha! Party time before school starts again, huh?"
"I wish," Tim said. "This is more of a working trip." This guy was going to be annoying, and he was already off to a good start. Tim was properly pissed off that he had assumed because of Tim's age and looks that he was up to no good. Might as well get that sorted out right from the start.

"Working?" Roy questioned. "You're not gonna tell me you're not a student?"
"I didn't say I wasn't a student," Tim said, making no effort to hide his annoyance. "I said I was on a business trip. I'm doing a research paper on the Maya Indians."
"I see. Well, I've just learned another reason for going to Cancun in July. I thought I knew ‘em all!"
"You've been to Cancun before?" Tim asked. He was interested now, for what reason he had no idea. He had to admit, though, that he was beginning to warm to this man.
"I go three or four times a year," the man said. Tim wanted to tell himself the guy was bragging, but it would have been a lie. He was simply stating a fact. "I guess I'm very lucky. I have to go to Cancun on business quite often, but I always arrange to have some fun while I'm there. Far as I'm concerned, there simply isn't any other place worth going in Mexico. Everything you want is right there!"

Tim didn't answer. He wanted desperately to know precisely what Roy had meant by ‘everything you want,' but he seriously doubted that any answer he got would be the information he wanted. He was counting on Carlos for that information. In fact he was counting on Carlos for a lot of things! But Roy wasn't about to give up on his young neighbor. "So where are you from?" he asked, startling Tim out of his train of thought.
"Unhhh Chicago," Tim replied.
"Interesting," the man said. "Being so far inland, I assume you haven't spent much time on the beach?"
"Only on Lake Michigan," Tim replied. "Once when I was a lot younger I vacationed with my folks in Florida, but that's about the only time I've been near salt water, and I don't really remember that."
"Then you'll have to take a little time off and check it out," Roy stated. "Did you know there is a nude beach just outside Cancun?"

Now this guy had Tim's attention! After all, what was the good of going to a foreign country, spending his entire life savings, and not doing anything outrageous at all? Tim didn't consider getting his dick lopped off as outrageous, it was just something he had to do. But parading around in the buff, letting his doomed prick see the world before it died, now THAT got his juices flowing! "A nude beach?" he echoed. "You mean anyone can go there?"
"Anyone!" Roy replied. He had this pretty boy's interest now, and he wasn't about to give it up easily. "There's anything and everything that might interest you there, Tim. There's boys and girls, men and women, families, kids like you checking each other out... no matter what you're shopping for, you can find it at that supermarket! And if you've never done any swimming in the nude, you're in for a very special treat."
"How would I get there?" Tim asked. "That is, if I get some free time? I mean, it's not every day a kid from Chicago gets to go to a nude beach!"
"I could take you," Roy offered. "Where are you staying?"
"I'm... I'm not supposed to tell anyone," Tim replied. In fact that was a lie, he had received no such directive; but he didn't want Roy hanging around and he certainly wasn't ready to share the reason for his trip.
"Your parents gave you good advice," Roy answered. "Tell you what, I'll jot down my hotel address and number. If you decide while you're there you want to check it out, just let me know. I have some business to take care of starting tomorrow, but after the first few days I'll be quite flexible. So just call, ok? Oh, and I should tell you I'm not trying to come on to you. I suspect that's a bit of a problem for a good looking kid like you, but I assure you that's not my motive. I won't lie and tell you I wouldn't enjoy seeing you nude, but it's not a sexual thing with me. I just appreciate beauty, and there is nothing more beautiful than a healthy human body."

Tim was quite surprised that the man didn't push it any further. He was really expecting to be pressured hard to go, and after that there would be other pressures... or was all that just wishful thinking? Sure, Roy had said he wasn't interested, but Tim knew talk is cheap. He had been swimming at the "Y" enough to hear a lot of lines, the one Roy was now using included. No matter if Roy was real or not, Tim was holding his options open until he met this Carlos guy.

As they soared high above the Southwest, and then Mexico, Roy chatted about this and that, not really succeeding in getting Tim involved in any lasting conversation. Tim had another agenda, and he began to realize that this was a flight like no other he would ever experience: this would be his last flight ever as a full male human being! He still had no specific plans for his final sexual act, but he did know without any doubt that he would always regret it if he didn't at least try to impregnate the stainless steel commode of this giant bird. "Excuse me please," he said, "I have to use the John."

Bathrooms on airplanes have never been known as spacious, but Tim was nonetheless astonished at how tiny and functional this room was. "Ok baby," he whispered as he dropped his shorts to his ankles and grasped his already erect cock, "this may very well be your last performance, so do yourself proud!"

He couldn't spread his legs as much as he liked, and he certainly couldn't stretch out as he was used to, but he still had no problem bringing himself to that heightened state quickly. He had been using this same philosophy, making these same comments to his cock as if it were a living thing for the past week, and his cock had responded with what could only be called enthusiasm. He stroked up and down in the traditional manner for a few moments, then massaged the underside of the head with his index finger. In spite of the cramped quarters and the danger of being overheard, he couldn't help moaning as bolts of pure pleasure coursed through his teenage body.

Tim was savoring the feeling deep in his groin like never before. He began to wonder if he was indeed crazy as Larry had said. He considered the possibility of cancelling the whole thing and just having a good time in Cancun. He'd be able to get around a lot better without pain and stitches and bandages, and he was sure he'd feel more like doing the research he had planned. Yes, he would lose the thousand dollar deposit he'd sent to the clinic, but maybe it would be worth it. Perhaps he should reconsider. His anxious cock seemed to be doing its very best right now to convince him that it would do its part to be sure Tim never regretted changing his mind.

When he felt the first blast coming, Tim aimed his throbbing tool into the small bowl and thought to himself, I can't live without this! I love it so much! How can I be so stupid to think.... AAAGGGHHHHHHHHH! . Two, three, four giant blasts, then three more much smaller ones invaded the small toilet under him. Tim had wanted to just cum in his pants, but that would hardly be appropriate on an airplane with no access to a change in clothes; so even before he'd finished shooting, he was making plans for his next session of... of self love? Manipulation? Pure lust? He didn't really know, but he knew how incredibly good it felt!

"Everything come out ok?" Roy asked jovially as Tim settled back in his seat.
"Yeah," Tim responded. He tried not to show his mirth, but knowing how much more he knew about what went on and what came out than did Roy, he couldn't help smirking just a little. Or perhaps Roy knew more than Tim thought he did. It was certainly reasonable to expect that Tim's face was flushed, though he hadn't thought to check himself in the mirror. Then there was the bulge in his pants that had mysteriously disappeared after his trip to the washroom, but Tim knew that would be back in only a few short minutes.

"We're gonna be landing soon," Roy commented.
"We're there already?" Tim questioned.
"Almost. I guess time flies when you're having fun." Shit! He did know! But he couldn't possibly know, could he? He had to be just doing what Roy seemed to do best: talking to hear himself. Wasn't he? "I'll be getting a rental car at the airport," Roy went on. "Can I drop you somewhere?"
"Uhhh no thanks," Tim replied. "I'm being picked up at the airport."
"Really? You have relatives here? Or perhaps a girl friend?"
"Nuthin' like that. I don't even know the guy really, but someone I made contact with a couple months ago arranged to have this guy pick me up. I've never met him."
"Do you think that's a good idea? I mean, surely your parents have warned you about accepting rides with strangers."
"I think he's ok," Tim replied. "He's been recommended by a pretty reliable contact." In truth, Roy had Tim wondering if he really should accept a ride from this Carlos guy, but he wasn't about to admit it.
"That's good, as long as you don't rely on taxis here. Some of them are fine, but others.... whew! And they all drive like maniacs."

Tim went silent again as the plane started its final descent. He was thinking of what had just happened in the tiny bathroom at 30,000 feet. What if that really had been his last? Surely he could come up with something better than that! He thought of the man sitting beside him. Tim didn't know if his attempts to be friendly were just that, or if he really was trying to get something going. He would not have been Tim's first choice for a bed partner, but... well... he certainly wasn't ugly! And given his age he would probably be a lot more experienced. Shit, in Tim's mind everyone past puberty was more experienced!

And then there was Carlos. Tim had pretty well convinced himself that the "young Hispanic" as Dr. Smith had called him had been assigned to Tim to make sure his last night as a full male would be a memorable one. The rational side of Tim knew that this was a stretch... but then this entire adventure was a bit of a stretch. And then there was the nude beach that Roy had mentioned. Tim had decided he was going to spend part of the afternoon on that beach, if at all possible. This was a different country, miles away from home, and no one would know him here. This was his chance, perhaps his last chance, to be himself. Tim Chandler, almost Eagle Scout, good student, obedient son, responsible adolescent, was going to come out of the closet this afternoon. He was going to do some things he would never dream of doing back home, and one of those things was going to be parading in all is glory on a nude beach. Surely that action alone would turn up something! And if all else failed, he had Roy's phone number and he wasn't above calling him if necessary.

Tim had little difficulty getting through customs and immigration. Many of his fellow travelers had various forms of id, some of which were acceptable, some not. But Tim had a passport! There had been talk a year ago of his class traveling to Europe on an extended field trip. The trip had eventually fallen through, but not before Tim had acquired his passport. He had his drivers license, his student id, various other papers and documents that proved without question who he was. With his glasses, he thought he even looked the part of a serious researcher in spite of his tender age, so he was whisked through the formalities with hardly a second look. When he spied the young Mexican holding up a sign which read TIM CHANDLER, his heart leapt into his throat and seemed to stop forever.

Carlos was standing right in front of the exit door along with various other chauffeurs, holding his sign against his chest. He was wearing a pair of tan cargo shorts and a bright yellow tank top, a pair of sandals, and a perpetual smile. He looked to Tim to be at the very most 15 years of age. His skin was the golden color of most Mexicans, and it looked to Tim like pure velvet. His hair was black and silky, and fell on his shoulders and down his back halfway to his waist, and as far as Tim could see that was the only hair on his entire body.

And what a body! This kid was very well developed for his age, but certainly not what one would call muscle bound. His sculpted arms and shoulders rippled when he moved in the most erotic way. It would have been a sin, Tim thought, for him to hide those beautiful muscles under a full shirt and the kid obviously knew that. Tim found himself wondering if the rest of his body was as well formed as what Tim could see. He was a little shorter than Tim, but Tim had already noticed that most of the natives appeared to be shorter than people back in Chicago. "There's my ride," Tim said to Roy, and then he wondered if Roy had noticed that he was actually having trouble breathing.
"Ok," Roy said pleasantly as he waved to Carlos. "Nice talking with you, Tim. "Hopefully I'll see you later."

"Hi," Tim said as his eyes locked on the gorgeous dark brown eyes of this teenage god, "I'm Tim. You're Carlos?"
"Yes I am," the boy replied. "Welcome to Mexico!" Even his voice was erotic! It was probably a pretty average voice for a boy not long out of puberty, but no one would ever convince Tim of that. To him it was the softest, most alluring, sexiest male tenor voice he had ever heard in his life. The two youths shook hands warmly as each eyed the other up and down, each appreciating the beauty of the other. Tim could not believe such a god had been assigned to drive him to his hotel, and then shave his body!

"My pickup is right outside," Carlos said. "Is this all your luggage?"
"Yes," Tim answered. "I guess I travel kinda light. But I have two more collapsible bags inside that big one because I hope to be taking back a lot of documents and whatever other relics I can find."
"So I understand," the boy said. "You're going to be doing some research while you're here?"
"That's right," Tim replied. "I understand Dr. Smith has already gathered a pretty good kit of documents."
"They are in your room," the boy said as they walked. "I took the liberty of checking you in. I hope you like the room I got you."

Tim got another surprise when he saw Carlos' truck. He had a pretty typical image in his mind of a beatup old pickup, ten or twelve years old, with at least five years' dust all over it. What he saw instead was a brand new, shiny red four wheel drive extended cab complete with chrome roll bars, spotlights, mag wheels, and an incredible stereo. This kid was full of surprises! "Nice truck," he said enthusiastically as he put his bag in the back.
"Thanks," Carlos said. "My dad bought it for me when I turned 16. It's only four months old."
"Nice dad," Tim added.
"Uh-huh," Carlos said with a grin. "He kinda spoils me I guess. But I work for him a lot and I needed something to drive, so he thought I might as well have something I really like."

The two boys talked easily about nothing in particular as they drove the twenty miles to Tim's hotel. Tim noticed a slight Spanish accent, but very slight. Carlos' English was perfect! It seemed that there was very little about this kid that wasn't perfect, and the way he was glancing at Tim it seemed that the feeling was mutual. "I've got the rest of the afternoon off," the young Mexican said as they pulled into the parking lot. "If you like, we can drop your bags and go have a look around. It's too early to start your prepping except for the blood sample, and you probably need a few hours to relax, don't you?"
"That would be nice, if you don't mind," Tim said readily.
"Not at all! Is there any place special you'd like to see?"
"Well, I don't really know much about the area," Tim said thoughtfully. Ok, Carlos had given the opening, now it was up to Tim. He had resolved on the plane to make this trip his coming out party, albeit only while he was here. "There is one place..." he said hesitantly. "The guy I was sitting next to on the plane said there is a nude beach somewhere around here. I wouldn't mind checking that out, if it's ok?"
"You wanna go to the nude beach?" Carlos said without revealing any emotion whatsoever.
"If... if you're ok with it," Tim said. "If not it's ok..." Had he blown it? Had he pushed too far? Had he made it too obvious that he really wanted to see the rest of this guy, the part that was hidden by the few clothes he was wearing?

Carlos didn't answer right away as they entered the hotel room. Carlos instructed Tim to lie on the bed while he washed and prepared to take a blood sample. He washed his hands, then donned a pair of rubber gloves and produced the customary swabs and needle and other gadgets. With the skill that Tim had thought could only come from years of training and practice, there were soon two small vials full of dark red blood, and Carlos was putting his things back in the little kit he'd brought in from the truck. "There," he said with a pleasant smile, "soon as I deliver this to the clinic we can be just a couple kids for the rest of the afternoon."

The clinic was only a block away, so Carlos left the engine running while he ran the blood inside. In less than a minute he got back in the truck and started driving. Finally he spoke, but still gave no answer, showed no emotion. "You ever been to a nude beach?" he asked.
"Nope," Tim replied. "I've only been to a salt water beach once, and that was when I was little. I can hardly remember it."
"You're in for a treat," Carlos said with a smile. "I've been goin' to the nude beach since I was 12. It's great there! But get ready for a shock, ‘cause you're gonna see all kinds."
"We don't have to, if you have a problem with it," Tim said.
"No problem," Carlos returned. "I just don't want you to get the idea that we Mexicans are all a bunch of perverts."

As soon as the truck was parked in the beachside lot, Carlos began peeling his clothes. Tim tried hard to ignore him and began removing his own, but it was a giant struggle. He was certainly not disappointed by anything he saw. Carlos' chest was rippling with muscles, his ribs showing just enough to make them add to the beauty of the young torso. His stomach was flat and muscular, his hips slender and lithe. His legs looked longer than they had when they were partly covered, but they had the same sculpted detail as the rest of his body. His genitals... well, like the rest of him, they were perfect! His balls were hanging low in the heat; they were completely hairless, in fact the only hair on the entire body as far as Tim could see was a small patch of coal black fur directly above and to each side of his penis. Oh, that penis! It was about the same size as Tim's, uncut, and hanging provocatively flaccid, slightly to one side. How in the world could he control it like that? Tim, on the other hand, was hard as a rock and starting to ooze precum. "Ready to go?" Carlos said cheerfully.

"I... I can't just yet," Tim said as he tried to hide his excitement without being obvious about it. Carlos laughed heartily.
"I noticed," he said. "You got a little bit of a problem there! But don't worry about it, my friend. "You'll see more hardons today than you ever thought you'd see in a lifetime! It's no big deal. I'll probably be hard before we're on the beach very long myself. Actually, would it help if I had a hardon now? I mean, I can..."
"N-no," Tim said quickly. "It wouldn't be fair to ask you to do that. I'll be ok, but it's gonna take a little gettin' used to, bein' hard and lettin' the whole world see."
"You got nothing to be ashamed of, Tim," Carlos said seriously. "You got a very pretty cock, you know! Matter of fact I was just sittin' here thinking what a shame it's gonna be to cut it off. But like my dad always says, unless I get a chance to live your life I shouldn't judge your decisions."

"It's something I gotta do, Carlos," Tim said. Sitting naked in that pretty truck, looking at the beautiful creature next to him, also naked, was causing serious doubts in Tim's head. His fantasies were trying to get control of his mind, thinking of all the possibilities. Tim was resisting it because he really did want his erection to go down, even though he knew that was not going to happen any time soon. But as the boys sat there, contemplating getting out and walking down the beach but not moving, Tim was having serious doubts if he had made the right decision.
"I know," Carlos said. "My dad told me to try and act natural with you, and not try to talk you into or out of anything. He said that from all he has been able to determine you are not stupid, that you have made an intelligent choice whether anyone agrees with it or not, and that is your right. I'm sorry, Tim, I should not have said anything."

"Wait a sec!" Tim exclaimed as the lights came on in his head. "Your dad said all that? Your dad... is he..."
"Yeah," Carlos said with mild surprise. "I thought you knew. My Dad is Dr. Smith, the doctor you're going to see in the morning. I thought he had told you."
"But your name... and... and his name..."
"My name is Carlos Smith. My Dad's grandfather was American," Carlos explained. "He moved here when he was just a teenager and married a Mexican woman who was my great grandmother. That's how we got the name ‘Smith.' But we're Mexican now, through and through."
"And damn fine looking Mexicans I might add," Tim heard himself saying. "At least if the rest of your family looks half as good as you do."
"I'm glad you approve," Carlos said with a grin. "Now, are we gonna go walking on the beach or not?"

Tim could see his visions, his fantasies of a hot night with Carlos evaporating before his very eyes. It was like a cartoon playing in his head, where some person or thing, much desired by the hero, begins shrinking and shrinking until there is a little POOF! And all that remains is a puff of smoke. The two boys were on the beach now, walking along the water's edge. Tim's erection had wilted some, Carlos was still as flaccid as if he'd just had wild sex five times and simply wore himself out. Tim had yet to see anything or anyone on the beach that caught his interest. "Is it safe to swim?" he asked.

"Sure!" Carlos replied. "If you've never been swimming in salt water, and never been swimming nude, you're in for a double treat!" Tim didn't have to be coaxed. He loved to swim and couldn't wait to get into the inviting blue water. So without another word he went running into the surf and jumped in as soon as it was deep enough. Tim loved gliding through the water with no clothes of any kind to impede the sensation of water on skin. He and Carlos swam around for a few minutes, then played about in the surf, then finally walked back up on the sand.

"That was so great!" Tim exclaimed as they continued their walk. "I cannot believe how much better it feels! I only wear a very skimpy Speedo anyway, but this was so... so..."
"So free?" Carlos suggested.
"Yeah, that's it exactly! It's such a feeling of freedom! I love it!"
"I knew you would," Carlos said. "I don't know anybody who doesn't like to swim naked. I dunno if it's psychological or what, but for me it's the only way to go. I wouldn't even bother with a bathing suit only some of the places I like to go don't allow nude bathing."

Tim had really talked himself into believing that Carlos had been sent to him to give him one last night of wild sex before his nullification. But no father would do that to his son, would he? Could it be that Dr. Smith was like all the others, that he simply wanted to convince Tim that what he was proposing to do was foolhardy and outright stupid? Tim was facing a long evening with this young adonis, what with all the preparations that had to be done. Was Carlos assigned the responsibility to try one last time to talk him out of it? And what of Carlos himself? What were his motives? He certainly had made Tim feel at ease, had been friendly and cooperative, had been killing himself to please. And then it suddenly occurred to Tim: He had never told either Carlos or his father that he was gay!

"You're awful quiet all of a sudden," Carlos observed.
"I guess," Tim said. "I shouldn't have asked you to bring me here. I'm sorry, Carlos."
"You're upset because you found out my father will be operating on you tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Not exactly, but you're close. I guess I got the wrong idea on a few things. Carlos, I'm sorry but I gotta tell you the truth. I'm gay, Carlos."
"I know," Carlos said, his perpetual smile never leaving his face. "Well, actually I didn't KNOW, but I had a pretty good idea."
"But... but you're not, are you?" Tim asked. He didn't want to hear the answer because he suddenly already knew. But he knew he HAD to hear the answer.
"No, Tim, I'm not," Carlo replied. "But... Tim, you're not the first person my father has nullified. I've got a pretty good idea that you had big plans for me tonight, and that's fine. I'm here for you, Tim! If a final big night of sex will make it easier for you, I'm here for you and I can give you what you want. I won't be doing it because my father ordered me to or even because he asked me to; my father would never do that to me. If we have sex tonight it will be my decision and mine alone, and I assure you I will enjoy it! It won't be the first time and it probably won't be the last. I don't mind, really. My father loves his work and I do too! So if I can help you in that way..."

Carlos would have said more, except that he noticed that Tim had grown silent and looked as if he was on the verge or tears. He was standing next to the most beautiful male specimen that he had ever seen, both of them naked as the day they were born, looking very much like a little boy who had just lost his last friend. "What, Tim?" Carlos said as he put his hand on Tim's shoulder. "What's wrong? Did I say something?"
"Can we go back to the hotel?" Tim said. "This was a bad idea; a REAL bad idea!"

There wasn't much conversation in the truck going back to the hotel. Both boys had dressed on opposite sides of the truck, then got in and drove silently to what Tim would call home for the next week or so. Tim was so embarrassed he didn't dare say anything for fear of humiliating himself further. Keeping in mind that his new friend was the son of the doctor who was going to cut him, he was certain that anything that he did or said would get back to the doctor. If Carlos saw him cry, it could well be interpreted that he really didn't want to get cut at all, and the whole thing would come apart. Carlos didn't say anything because he wasn't sure what had brought on this sudden and extreme depression. When they finally got back to the hotel, it was 4:30. Carlos followed his new friend into the room, showing no sign that he planned to leave any time soon. "Ok," he said to Tim as the two boys lay on the bed, Carlos' hand stroking Tim's hair, "you wanna tell me what's goin' on? I've picked up prob'ly a dozen of my father's patients this summer, but none of them have completely broken down like you did. Most of ‘em are going for sex reassignment, or just plain hate their cock and balls. You love yours! I can tell you know you've got a great body and you love it, every inch of it, and yet you're having a penectomy in the morning. We gotta talk, Tim!
"You wouldn't understand," Tim said as he tried to get his shit together.
"Why don't you try me? You might be very surprised what I understand and what I don't."

Before Tim knew what was happening, he was lying on the bed face down with Carlos massaging his back and shoulders. He was still fighting tears with Carlos softly rubbing, waiting for the verbal onslaught that he knew would come sooner or later. "Why don't you go home, Carlos?" he said. "Your family are probably wondering where you are."
"They know where I am," Carlos said. "They already know when I pick up a patient I might not get home till late. So just relax, ok? My dad doesn't want you having a big meal, so I've ordered some soup and sandwiches. They'll be here in about a half hour. And if you want to tell me what's goin' on, I'm here to listen."
"What's goin' on is that I just made a fool of myself," Tim said. "I know you won't believe me and I don't blame you, but I'm not usually like this. I'm usually happy and cheerful, an' I'm certainly no cry baby. You have been so great to me this afternoon, and all I did was just get all moody on you ‘cause you and I can't..."
"I already told you, if that's what it takes to make you happy, I'm ready. But we both know it's more than that, don't we?"
"What d'ya mean by that?" Tim quizzed. "Tomorrow this time I won't be capable of doin' what I want to do now. What could be more important than getting off one last time?"
"I don't know, Tim. So why don't you tell me? Maybe you're having second thoughts; maybe you're already grieving for the loss of something that is very important to you. I know you've gotta be nervous. You'd be a pretty strange person if you weren't. So just tell me, ok?"

Tim did. He related how he never could seem to get it right. He had fallen head over heels in love with another boy at school, but that boy was more interested in drugs than Tim's or anyone else's body, and was certainly not ready for love with anyone. He told about Laura and the Junior Prom, and how Laura would gladly die to be Tim's lover, but it just wasn't in Tim to respond. He related how hard he had tried to be more than just a friend, but that seemed to be the only time that his anxious manhood remained at peace and disinterested. He even told about Terry and how his little brother's development into adolescence was driving him crazy, but he could never touch him because of his age and their relationship. "And now," he blubbered as he completely broke down, "now I find the perfect lover! You are handsome as a god, kind, generous, fun to be with, clean living... You're the only human being on the planet that knows all my secrets, but... but you're not gay!"
"But even if I was gay, we could never be lovers, Tim. We're from different worlds, and we're both happy in our own worlds. I honestly hope we can be friends for a long time, but that friendship can only be for a few days, and then it'll be limited to email, the occasional phone call, and maybe a visit now and then. As for now, I already told you, Tim," Carlos protested, "anything you want tonight..."

"You can't give me anything I want," Tim moaned. "That's the whole point! The most gorgeous girl in my school is ready to kill for me, but I'm gay! I fall in love with the most beautiful boy in Mexico, and you're NOT gay! I don't want you to give me my last orgasm, Carlo! I want you to be my LOVER, but you can't! I have already had my last orgasm! I had it on the plane this afternoon. I didn't even know it myself till right now, but that's not what's important! What's important is that I have a lover... someone who cares, I mean in that special way! All of a sudden just getting off doesn't matter any more!"

There was a long silent pause as Carlos continued to run his hands all over Tim's back, up under his shirt, around his firm broad shoulders. "Why don't you just get naked so we can get started with our prep work," he said softly. "Then we'll see where it goes from there."

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