The Story

This is the requested story with some personal variations.  
Hopefully others will honor our host with some more variations.

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** Many thanks for this nifty version  - Bboy **

This time though, we have a senior in High School who has been 
really infatuated with the idea of loosing it all.  But he is not 
entirely certain he wants to go through with it.  So here we go:

Hi,  my name is Richard Lessing, and I am about to tell you about a 
life changing event in my life.  I am an 18 year old male who up 
until a few months ago was considered part of the in-crowd at 
school. Although I considered my self gay,  no one really thought 
of me that way since I was the popular guy with the gals in the 
school. It was easy for me to be friends with the gals, because I 
didn’t have to make commitments.  But thanks to the Internet and 
the Eunuch Archives, I was able to mentally live out many of my 
fantasies concerning emasculation.  That was OK for many months, 
but eventually, you need to do something to act upon you inner 
thoughts.

Goodness, I tried to be the son my parents expected me to be, but 
it was very hard.  They wanted me to be dating Debbie Sue, the head 
cheerleader, but deep down in me, I would rather have been sucking 
her older brother’s dick.  The Eunuch Archives offered me the 
opportunity to explore and meet people who felt the same way I did. 
But the more I explored the Archives, I realized how hard it was to 
actually be emasculated in the United States.

I had made up my mind that a total emasculation was what would 
really work for me, but was always unsure if I could actually do 
it.  It’s not like you can reverse things after all of the cutting.

Thanks to the Archive, I received e-mail from a person in Mexico.  
It turns out that he runs a special resort on a private beach south 
of Cancun.  He promised me to make all of my fantasies real if I 
really am ready to go through with it.  I remember popping a real 
boner when I received his e-mail.  In the back of my mind, I knew 
this would be a big turn-on, but was not really sure I could 
convince my parents to let me go unescorted to Mexico.  I was also 
not sure I wanted to go through with it fore real.  It is one thing 
to fantasize another to actually do.

With Spring break coming up, I decided to give it a try and see 
what this resort is all about.  The e-mail said I could always back 
out whenever I wanted, but they wanted their non-refundable $200 
deposit to cover arrangements.  I gave them my Mom’s Visa account, 
knowing that it would not show up for at least 6 weeks on her next 
statement.  Mom is not one to watch her Visa accounts anyway and 
would most likely pay the bill when it came in…no questions asked.  
Once my deposit was received, I was given directions on how to get 
to the resort.

Mom and Dad knew many of my schoolmates were planning on going to 
Cancun for the Spring Break and it was only natural that I would 
too.  I am the popular guy after all. But even my best friends 
would not know why I ventured down the beach from Cancun towards 
the private enclaves along the coastal road.

I met a Taxi at the airport with the driver having one of those 
signs with my name on it.  It made me feel like a celebrity or 
something.  I had been told by e-mail to expect the driver and I 
was told to not bring too much luggage, I wouldn’t be needing it.  
And they were right.

The ride through Cancun was the typical stop and go traffic, but 
eventually, as we got south of the resort, things got more 
desolate.  We went by several private high class resorts, pretty 
much hidden in Mangrove forests. As we got past those big places, 
we came upon a little sand road off to the left, which was labeled 
with a single one word sign which said “Nolo.” I was starting to 
get worried about what I had gotten myself into, but deep down I 
knew that I did want this to happen,  at least for now.

The driver left me off in front of a lobby like building, not even 
bothering to collect a fare for the ride.  As soon as I and my 
baggage was out of the car, he sped off in a cloud of dust. It was 
an obvious indication that he knew what was in store for me.

I picked up my limited baggage and proceeded to the Resort Office 
and approached the front desk.  Behind the desk was this gorgeous 
blond guy about my height and weight, but somehow he seemed so very 
calm.

He took the Visa Card my parents gave me to pay for my hotel bill.  
He ran it through the computer and then a thermal printer printed 
out a receipt which I was asked to sign.  I did that and was told 
that there would be not be a need to have my luggage processed any 
further.  He kept my parent’s Visa card, and told me to go into the 
next room.

There I was met my the Dr. Richardo who welcomed me to the Nolo 
Resort.  He told me that many of the boys who visit Nolo are here 
on vacations on the ruse that they are only here for the sun and 
fun. Northern folks expect that people returning from vacations 
have a good tan from their time on the beach.  Dr. Richardo then 
instructs me to remove my clothing so he can inspect me.  His 
assistant collects my clothing and takes them away from the room.  
Dr. Richardo says you won’t be needing clothing until you are ready 
to leave for home.

The doctor then spends several minutes checking me out.  He takes 
blood pressure readings, uses his stethoscope on my chest.  He even 
does the old turn your head and cough routine.  And then finally, 
the gloved finger up the rectum.  He was trying to see if I would 
get an erection from such manhandling and I certainly was.  

When the doctor was done making me hard, he said it was time for me 
to get my tan so the folks back home would not know what was going 
on.  He pulled his finger out of my butt, and told me to proceed, 
naked of course, to the adjacent beach beyond the sliding glass 
door.

For such a remote area, I was really surprised to see so many guys 
out on the beach.  There were no women. I had never been on a Nude 
Beach before, so this was a first time experience for me. I decided 
to go up and talk to the other guys on the beach.  This resort had 
plenty of those white resin lounge chairs, which seem to be at all 
of the beach resorts these days.  There must have been 30 or so 
beach chairs lined up on the beach under the shade of coconut palms 
and Mangrove trees. I found an empty chair on the end of the last 
row where I found a nice tube of tanning oil sitting on my chair.

Next to me was another kid about my age whose name was Brian.  
Brian was about 6 foot tall, very slender, and had a real nice 
package on him.  It was almost as big as my 9 inches, but not quite 
as thick.  I struck up a conversation with him and he told me how 
nervous he was to be there.  He told me how he was tired of his 
penis dripping into the bowl every time he had a bowl movement, and 
was tired of having to be careful how he sat down lest his nuts get 
crushed.  I said “I have to agree with you.  There is nothing more 
disgusting than having  your penis take a drink while the bowl is 
filled with your shit.”

As Brain and I talked however, we seemed to get beyond why we 
disliked out penises and started to talk about what we did like 
about them.  We both admitted a good large penis feels real good in 
our anus.  You need that to keep the hole open and have good 
rubbing on the prostate.  Short guys, and we talked about the ones 
we had in the past,  do really well at the in and out of our hole.  
But the prostate is neglected in the process.  A really large guy 
gives you good friction there no matter how much in and out he does.

Brian agreed.  I could see he was getting a nostalgic hard-on and 
so was I.  Here we were both there to have our manhood removed, but 
we were both obviously ready to use what we had left for one final 
fling.  We noticed that we were not alone in out thinking.  Just a 
few chairs down the road, two other guys were sucking each other in 
a 69, and two others in the row of chairs in front of us were doing 
the wild thing using the tanning oil as lube.

Brian and I decided, why not.  It’s our last chance to make a go of 
it so why not have a little fun.  Brian then went down on me.  He 
took a hold of my now erect penis and licked the head at the tip.  
Then he started to make a circular lick of the head and finally 
worked more and more of my penis into his waiting mouth and 
throat.  He then shifted himself so we too were in a classic 69 
with him hovering over me.  I immediately started to match his 
sucking and mouth contortions.  After a bit of this, he climbed off 
and  picked up the tube of tanning oil and proceeded to oil up my 
penis and his hole, and told me to give it my best for old times 
sakes.

Who was I to say no? I spread his ass cheeks and plowed into him 
giving  him all the nine I had.  As I did, I could see he was in 
fifth heaven.  He was moaning good sounds.  The ones you usually 
hear at orgasm.  It must have been the realization that this was 
the last time, or the excitement of meeting a new hot guy, but I 
lost it all too quickly.  I came hard and fast in Brian’s ass, and 
I am sorry for all of you purest AIDS advocates, but the resort did 
not provide us with condoms.  I had some in my luggage, but alas 
that was taken from us at check-in.

Then Brian said, not to worry, I have a bit left in me, let’s 
switch positions.  I said “sure.”  Brian then got some more tanning 
oil and greased himself up and put some on my hole and then began 
to enter me.  I had the usual tense feeling at the beginning, but 
Brian was gentle until I was opening up for him.  And then he began 
to work himself in and out of me and I began to realize how good 
this feels.  He was well inside of me.  I could feel him rubbing my 
prostate, and my penis started to get erect again.  Brian kept 
pumping away, keeping both my hole and my prostate satisfied with 
friction.   Suddenly I felt Brian’s breath on the back of my neck 
get quicker and quicker.  He was getting ready to explode.  And 
sure enough he did…I could feel it trickle out my hole, and even I 
had another sort of dry orgasm at soon there after.

With both of us exhausted, we sat back on our lounge chairs and 
began to survey the action on the beach. It was then that we 
noticed that there was this person proceeding up and down the rows 
of lounge chairs with a tray.  As he got closer, we noticed the 
tray had shaving equipment.  He was prepping up us for the surgery 
we were to receive.  A few seats later, I saw another guy with a 
tray of what looked like Tropical Rum drinks.  Everyone was taking 
the drinks and the partying seemed to continue with the guys now 
starting to switch partners or getting into group scenes.  There 
must have been Viagra in the cocktails because everyone seemed to 
have a continuous erection.

Then suddenly one of the guys passed out.  A group of orderlies 
suddenly appeared on the beach and this person was lead away on a 
stretcher.  I moved up front to watch this action and suddenly 
noticed that some of the guys up front had already had their 
surgery.  They were apparently working on their tans and getting 
used to good passive anal sex.  I went back to Brian and we both 
agreed that this scene is getting a bit bizarre.  You never really 
know when you will be picked to be de-pricked but it appeared that 
they were working their way though the gaggle of spring-break snow 
birds who had access to their parent’s Visa cards.  

Brian and I decided to see if we could back out of this mess.  
Brian went to the front office and asked if he could cancel his 
reservation and get a cab back into Cancun.  He was told his credit 
card  transaction had already gone through and that under Mexican 
trade laws, it is not possible to back out of a credit card 
transaction contract.  Thank you NAFTA!  He was told to return to 
the beach and wait for the Club Nolo attendant for further 
instructions.  When Brian returned and told me what happened, we 
decided to see if we could merely make a casual walk up the beach 
and maybe escape to a neighboring all inclusive resort.  There was 
no such luck.  As soon as we casually got up to go, the attendant 
came up to us and instructed us to sit down on our lounge chairs.  
We tried to make a run for it, but the orderlies we saw earlier 
suddenly appeared and just started to stare us down.  It was now 
obvious that there was not turning back.

We sat down in the lounge chairs and the attendant began to shave 
away our pubic hair.  A few minutes later the bartenders came by 
with the dreaded Rum drinks.  Neither of us knew which one of us 
would have the next drink with the knock out pill, but at least we 
knew there would be some Viagra so we could pass the time we had 
left with our manhood in a pleasant manner.  Brian and I realized 
that our time had come, we had better make the best of it, and so 
we did.

In about 15 minutes, we were both hard again and going at it in the 
sand on the beach.  Suddenly I felt a little light headed and 
realized that it was now my time.  I drifted off into sleep and 
awoke to a nagging dull pain in my groin.  I was strapped into a 
hospital bed, looking at a stark white pressed tin ceiling and 
there was a ceiling fan blowing warm air over my still naked body.  
I looked to my left and saw an unconscious Brain lying next to me. 
As my eyes opened, the attendant who had shaved me approached and 
said “you are now officially a full member of Club Nolo.”  He undid 
my restraints and let me pull back the pure white sheet covering my 
mid-section.  There I noticed some surgical dressings and small 
plastic tube coming out near my anus.  The attendant told me that I 
need to get back out on the beach as soon as possible to get my tan 
ready for the return trip home.

He then proceeded to remove the dressings which had dried to my 
skin.  The pain was terrible as he removed the bandages.  I must 
have been out for a couple of days since my hair had started to 
grow back in, so the removal of the bandages was sort of like the 
pain I remember as a child having a Band-Aid bandage removed.  As 
my last bandage was removed, Brain started to wake up.  As he did, 
he started to curse all of the folks in the room.  He said, “I god 
damn fucking told you that I had changed my mind, I had found the 
life partner I had never found before, and you still went through 
with it.  I want to speak with the American Ambassador NOW God damn 
it!.  I am going to own you!”

The attendant said very well, a representative of  the American 
Embassy will be here very shortly to explain  things to you.  Sure 
enough, 5 minutes later, a gentleman named Stuart Alterman arrived 
and he was a lawyer from the United  States State Department 
specially assigned to this clinic.  Stuart began to explain that, 
NAFTA had a free trade agreement clause in it, which allows certain 
Mexican businesses, which would not normally operate legally in the 
United States, to continue to operate in Mexico.  It was a trade 
off in the treaty, which continued to allow capital punishment to 
continue in the United States.  He said it was a trade off 
President Clinton and Vice President Albert Gore knew about, but 
were helpless to stop since Capital Punishment is so popular in the 
United States.

Stuart advised us that there were no civil remedies available to us 
because of the congressionally approved treaty and that it would be 
best if we just learn to live our lives as best we can.  The 
attendant then walked us out to the bank of chairs on the beach and 
told us to work on your tans.

END OF PART 1

Part 2….The aftermath: the trip home, and what happens with the new 
comers before traveling home to face family