B-boy's Mexican Adventure, Part 2

B-Boy’s Mexican Adventure – Part 2

Paul watched in fascination as Dr. Montoya took a grease pencil and began marking out lines around Bryan’s naked groin. Sam nudged a stool towards Paul with his foot, so he could sit while holding Bryan’s hand – he reached out with his free hand and brushed Bryan’s forelock from his forehead while admiring his boyfriend’s smooth face. He heard Montoya call for a scalpel and turned to watch as the doctor began making his first cut. Montoya drew the blade along the line he had drawn moments before, starting just over the top of Bryan’s flaccid penis. Sam moved smoothly to wipe away the fine line of blood that appeared with a surgical sponge held in the tongs of a forceps. Montoya cut deeper, explaining to Paul that he was going to perform a complete penectomy on the sleeping young man – removing the entire penis, even the base deep under the skin. Paul shifted uncomfortably on the stool – not from any squeamishness, but to allow his growing erection to shift slightly. Montoya glanced over at Paul, his deep brown eyes twinkling over his surgical mask.

“There are several different kinds of surgeries of this type we do here,” the Latin doctor explained. “In some cases, the penis is removed flush with the lower abdomen – that almost always leaves a slight stump behind. Actually, it is more of a bump – but it can be noticeable. Cutting as deep as I am now, we will remove all traces of this young man’s penis.”

“Uh huh,” Paul grunted. “I kind of thought you would be doing two different operations, though – one to remove his balls and one to cut off his penis.”

“I could do it that way,” Montoya admitted. “And have had a couple of patients who desired that approach. However, it does not result in as smooth an appearance following the surgery. The procedure here is to remove your friend’s genitals in one step – both penis and testicles will be removed at the same time.” Montoya continued dissecting the tissues around Bryan’s genitals, talking as he worked. “When I’m finished and Bryan has healed, he will present a totally smooth look from his neck to his groin.” He glanced up again and Paul could tell the doctor was grinning widely under his mask. “When he’s totally healed, it will be almost impossible to even tell he has a scar down there.”

Montoya and Sam worked smoothly together – the med student sponging the blood and retracting the layers of skin, muscle, and tissue as the doctor cut deeper. By now, the doctor had worked his way completely around the line he had drawn earlier. Now, he began cutting along Bryan’s penis – almost like he was splitting open a sausage and exposing the urethra. Montoya eyed the vessel for a moment, cut a little farther along the penis and then cut around the urethra. He gave a slight tug and Bryan’s dick and balls moved away from his body a little – he pulled his hand back a little further and the entire package came away in his hand. Sam held out a stainless steel tray and Montoya dropped Bryan’s amputated genitals into the tray with a meaty plop. Sam covered the tray and carried it to the counter on the other side of the room. While he was gone, Montoya began the process of relocating Bryan’s urethra . The med student returned and immediately began handing the doctor suture needles. They worked quickly sewing the urethra in place and then suturing the underlying tissues together. Paul recognized the tube of surgical glue when Sam handed it to the doctor.

“I have sutured the tissues beneath the skin together,” Montoya explained. “Now, I am using surgical glue to bring the outer edges of the skin together.”

“Um, we’ve kind of had some experience with that kind of glue,” Paul admitted. “It’s almost impossible to get off.”

“I see,” Montoya gave a little chuckle. “Yes, it will create a good strong bond and allow the skin to heal together leaving only the faintest of scars.” He dropped the surgical glue into Sam’s hand and stepped back. “Voila – it’s finished. The catheter will stay in place for a few days and then, the two of you can enjoy the rest of your vacation – maybe spend some time on the nude beaches getting an all over tan.”

Bryan moaned and rolled his head. Opening his eyes, he found himself in their suite, Paul sitting by his side.

“Is it over?”

“Yeah,” Paul nodded. “The operation ended a couple of hours ago. Hold on, don’t try sitting up so fast,” he warned as Bryan started to push himself up to a sitting position. “You still have a catheter in and you don’t want to pull that out.”

“I want to see it.”

“There’s not much to see right now,” Paul said. “They put a bandage over the incision when they finished operating.” Bryan nodded and slowly worked himself up to a sitting position. Shaking his head, Paul neatly folded the covers back so his friend could see the bandages. Bryan stared down at his crotch, blinking. Slowly he reached out and began to peel the bandages back. Sighing, Paul moved over to his friend and carefully pulled the adhesive tape back to expose the incision. It didn’t look as bad as he thought it would – a little swollen, but not really gross or anything. Just a clean, straight line that disappeared between Bryan’s legs. For a long time Bryan didn’t say a word and Paul began to get nervous – his friend just stared and blinked at his empty crotch. Then, he smiled and lowered himself back down.

“I could use something to drink,” Bryan said finally. “What’s available?”

Paul hurried to bring his boyfriend some fruit juice and sat by his side as Bryan napped off and on throughout the rest of the afternoon. Late in the afternoon, Montoya showed up to check on Bryan and was happy to see the young man was dealing nicely with the aftermath of the surgery. He’d had some patients get hysterical once the surgery was over, crying and begging for their genitals to be replaced. That, of course, was impossible – the sex organs were immediately disposed of following the surgery. This young man, on the other hand, seemed to be pleased the operation was finally over. Montoya left some pain pills with Paul in case Bryan experienced more than minor discomfort and decided to allow the young man to have a normal meal.

As soon as the doctor mentioned eating, Bryan realized he was hungry and reached for the bedside phone to order a pizza delivered. Ordering the pizza was a little more complicated than he had expected – not that there was a language barrier, all the employees of the resort spoke excellent English – the kitchen employee seemed disappointed that Bryan was just ordering a pepperoni pizza. He kept insisting on describing the many gourmet pizzas available from the kitchen – listing at least two dozen different kinds of cheese before giving in and agreeing to have a regular mozzarella pizza with pepperoni delivered to the suite. While they were waiting for the pizza to be delivered, Paul helped Bryan move out of the bed and to a wing chair by the sliding glass doors overlooking the deck. The pizza arrived about an hour later, filling the suite with a mouth-watering aroma. Both young men agreed the pizza was the best they’d ever tasted – and worth the wait.

Paul made sure Bryan took his painkillers before bed and sat next to the bed for a long time watching his boyfriend as he drifted off to sleep. He stared down at Bryan’s smooth face, finding himself falling in love with his friend all over again. For as long as he could remember, they had been friends – but he could remember first falling in love with Bryan when they were eleven. They had spent the day playing soccer with a bunch of other friends and had just returned to Paul’s house to clean up. Paul found it hard to catch his breath as he watched Bryan lean over the sink in the bathroom and carefully comb his hair. He had an intense desire to reach out and run his fingers through those soft brown locks. Paul remembered reaching up and running his hand over his own blonde hair – he’d recently had it cut in a short crewcut, when Bryan casually mentioned he’d be needing a haircut soon.

That’s when the idea struck him – he tried not to sound too excited as he suggested Bryan get his haircut in a crewcut like his own. He added as an almost afterthought that he could cut Bryan’s hair for him. It took a little coaxing, but he finally got Bryan to agree to the haircut. Paul could still remember how fast his heart was beating as he frantically searched for the dog clippers his mother had bought thinking she could give her poodle trims between visits to the doggy salon. Of course, she had never used them and shoved them into the back of a drawer down in the utility room. Finding the clipper set, Paul clutched the plastic case to his chest as he hurried back to his room. He didn’t give Bryan any time to rethink his decision and quickly had his friend sitting on a stool in the bathroom. Paul wrapped an old sheet around Bryan’s neck and then took his time combing out the dark brown locks before lifting the clippers and placing them at Bryan’s forehead and running them down the middle of his friend’s head. Paul took his time mowing Bryan’s soft locks down to a quarter inch fuzz – he wanted the haircut as perfect as he could make it. He smiled remembering how carefully he had taken the hair-covered sheet from around Bryan’s neck, folding the sheet up so as not to spill a single lock of hair from it. He tried to act casual as he dropped the wadded up sheet on the counter. After Bryan had gone home, Paul reverently unwrapped the sheet and retrieved those shorn locks, putting them in a plastic bag to save them. He really hadn’t wanted Bryan to have a crewcut – the truth was, he liked his friend’s preppy medium length style – but, even at eleven, he had wanted to keep a part of Bryan as his own. From that day on, Paul had been in love with his friend and desperately wishing he could tell Bryan how he felt.

It was about a year or so later that Paul and Bryan first jacked off together – it didn’t take long before they started jacking each other off, and from there it was just a matter of time before they tried sucking each other off. Neither one of them ever discussed their feelings with each other and Paul felt a pang of jealous fear anytime Bryan showed interest in another boy. By the time they entered their junior year, both had accepted that an unspoken relationship existed between them – but neither one had verbalized that they were exclusively gay, much less that they were boyfriends committed to each other. Paul had loved hearing those words the other night and delighted to say them himself. He reached out and stroked his finger along Bryan’s smooth forearm. Finally, he got up, leaned over the bed and kissed Bryan’s cheek before going off to bed in the other room.

There wasn’t much Bryan could do for the next few days since he still had the catheter in place, the farthest he dared go was out onto the deck outside their suite. But, that wasn’t so bad – Paul was constantly by his side, affectionate as a puppy, the sun was shining, and they had room service to bring them everything they wanted by way of food and drink comforts. Montoya or Sam came by a couple of times each day to change the dressings and make sure Bryan was walking around the suite. By Friday, Montoya decided the catheter could be removed and had a clinic orderly guide Bryan and Paul back to the clinic where Bryan once again found himself on the table with his legs in the stirrups. It burned as Montoya carefully pulled the catheter out, and Bryan found himself gritting his teeth – but it was all over in a few moments. Montoya checked the incision and announced that Bryan was healing very nicely – all swelling had disappeared, and the redness along the incision line was minimal. Bryan leaned forward and stared intently down at his groin – except for the thin red line between his legs, it looked like he had never had anything between his legs. He found himself grinning down at the sight of his new look – he liked what he saw. He only regretted he hadn’t been able to have this done a lot sooner – then a thought struck him. If he had been able to get the operation when he was younger, it wouldn’t have been Paul sitting by his side when he woke up – it would have been his mom. And while he loved her, it wouldn’t have been the same as having the young man he loved waiting for him to wake up. Suddenly, he was glad circumstances had forced him to wait until now for the operation.

Dressing after Montoya was finished his examination, Bryan found his underwear felt different – looser in the front, and then he realized he had brought along a pair of boxer briefs and the reason for them feeling different was that there was extra space in the front of the briefs. Well, he could either get used to the new feeling or just wear bikini briefs from now on. He finished dressing and went into Montoya’s office. The handsome doctor gave Bryan some instructions on hygiene care, a schedule of counseling times should Bryan feel the need to discuss any feelings with a professional, and directions to take it easy for the next week or so as his healing continued. Montoya insisted Bryan get some exercise – walking or swimming was fine, but no running or playing sports like beach volleyball until he was fully healed. Bryan glanced at Paul who was sitting by his side and Montoya laughed heartily, saying most exercise in the bedroom should be just fine as long as the two young men didn’t get too acrobatic.

Back in their suite, Bryan suggested eating out in one of the restaurants at the resort complex – he was getting tired of eating in the room. Paul agreed that that was a good idea and the two of them spent the next hour or so tuned to one of the resort information channels to see what each restaurant had to offer. They were surprised at the variety of choices available – there was a Japanese steakhouse where they could sit around the grilling table with other vacationers and have their meals prepared before them. There was a restaurant offering authentic Mexican cuisine, one place offered fine Continental dining, and yet another had fresh seafood. Both decided to give the seafood place a try and Paul picked up the phone to make reservations. They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging out in the sun on the deck, alternately napping and sipping cold drinks. Paul woke from one of the naps to find Bryan’s chaise empty – padding back into the suite, he found his boyfriend sitting in front of the resort’s computer tapping away. Paul teased him about not being able to stay away from the Internet for more than a few days. Bryan blushed, grinning sheepishly and suggested it was about time for them to get showered and dressed for dinner.

Strangely, both Bryan and Paul chose to shower and change in different bedrooms, returning to the living room over an hour later. Both of them broke out laughing at each other – they had both dressed in the best clothes they’d brought along with them. Bryan was wearing a long sleeved khaki shirt with epaulets, the sleeves carefully rolled to halfway between his wrists and elbows. Pleated and cuffed moss green slacks and his best Docksider moccasins over bare feet completed his ensemble. His medium length hair was gelled lightly to hold it in place. Paul was dressed in an oversized short sleeved white shirt, also with epaulets, and tan slacks. His thick blonde skater cut hair was carefully brushed – his long bangs arcing over his brow. The two young men stared each other in open admiration, smiling sheepishly at each other. On the way down to the restaurant, their hands found each other and for the first time they walked in public hand in hand, not caring if anyone saw them.

The restaurant was intimately lit, and the maitre d’ led them to a window table overlooking the ocean. As they passed other tables, some of the diners stared openly at the two handsome, well-dressed young men. Seated at their own table, they ordered appetizers and waited – leaning over the table intimately, smiling at each other dreamily. It was clear to anyone who happened to look in their direction that the two young men were in love. The waiter returned with their drinks and appetizers, grinning broadly – obviously approving of young people so clearly in love, regardless of their gender. After placing the covered appetizer dishes in front of them, the waiter produced another covered tray and theatrically lifted the cover revealing two ornately wrapped and ribboned packages. Both Bryan and Paul tried to be the first to hand one of the packages to the other, grinning foolishly and blushing furiously.

“Looks like we both had the same idea,” Bryan said, blushing so furiously that even his ears burned bright red, as he fingered the gold foil on the small package Paul had handed to him. “It’s just that – well, it kind of struck me that we’ve never really been out on a date.”

“Yeah, I know,” Paul admitted, playing with the wrapped gift in front of him. “I mean, we’ve been out lots of times together – but never able to – well, you know.”

“Go ahead and open it,” Bryan urged, leaning closer over the table. Paul eagerly ripped the paper from the package, revealing a long jewelry case. Opening the snap box, he gasped – laying on the satin lining, was an elegant gold necklace with a small gold medallion dangling from it. Bryan grinned, delighted at the expression on Paul’s face. He half stood and leaned over the table, openly kissing Paul in public for the first time in their lives and not caring what anyone thought. “I love you,” he whispered, his nose still touching Paul’s.

Sitting back down, he opened his own gift box at Paul’s urging. His eyes watered when he saw the delicate gold bracelet shining up from him on the white satin lining. “I know you normally don’t like wearing jewelry,” Paul said. “But, when I saw this on the computer – well, I just thought it would look good on you.”

“It’s fantastic,” Bryan said, his voice trembling with emotion and excitement as he fumbled to put the bracelet on his right wrist. Paul reached over the table and helped Bryan get the bracelet in place. Before he could pull his hands back, Bryan took them in his own and kissed them, beaming at his lover. The rest of the meal was a dream – Bryan barely noticed his grilled swordfish steak, or even the glasses of champagne the silver haired waiter brought them, winking knowingly and favoring each of the young men with a broad smile.

Finishing dinner, the two lovers strolled along the moonlit beach, taking off their shoes and rolling up their pant legs to let the surf wash over their bare feet. Neither one said a word, their arms wrapped around each other’s waists, holding each other closely. Bryan couldn’t remember any time he felt happier or more complete as the sea breeze ruffled his hair, blowing it across his brow. He could feel the warmth of Paul’s body pressing against his own, making him feel content and secure. It was hours before they finally made their way back to their suite.

Bryan pulled Paul by the hand into the bedroom and positioned him in the middle of the room, whispering for him to stand still. He went to the sliding glass doors and pulled back the drapes, bathing the room in silvery moonlight. Returning to Paul, Bryan reached out and began slowly unbuttoning Paul’s white shirt – as he undid each button, he pulled the shirt wider until he had his lover’s smooth chest exposed. He spread the shirt as wide as he could without removing it totally and leaned forward and tenderly licked each of Paul’s button nipples, smiling as each responded by growing hard and standing up like two small cones. His hands stroked the back of Paul’s head, his fingertips playing over the smooth nape and up, higher through the velour-like short hair on the back of his lover’s head. He loved the contrast of feelings as he continued playing with Paul’s head. Leaving Paul’s nipples alone for a while, Bryan stepped in closer and began nibbling on Paul’s earlobes – enjoying the shivers of excitement that he could feel in Paul’s trembling body. He dropped his hands to Paul’s waist and nimbly unbuckled the braided belt before undoing the button of his lover’s tan slacks.

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even make a sound he found Bryan’s open mouth covering his own in a passionate kiss. Bryan sucked passionately on his lover’s tongue while his hands were pulling down the zipper of the tan slacks. Moments later, Paul’s slacks were bunched around his ankles and Bryan’s hands were sliding under the elastic band of Paul’s jockey shorts. Paul sighed as Bryan’s nimble fingers wrapped around his erection. He could feel the delicate touch of Bryan’s fingertips as they explored the mushroom head of Paul’s penis. Bryan sank smoothly to knees, pulling Paul’s jockey shorts down as he did. Moments later, Paul was standing in the middle of the room totally naked.

Rising, Bryan guided Paul over to the bed and gently pushed him down to the mattress and then took a step back as he seductively began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time baring his smooth chest. Sliding out of his shirt, Bryan took his time unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers. Grinning, he stepped out of his pants and undershorts before stepping between Paul’s knees. He spread his arms wide, exposing his smooth armpits and revealing his empty groin to his lover.

Paul felt his breath catch as he stared in amazed admiration at Bryan’s new body. His already erect penis twitched and quivered at the sight before him. He licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly as Bryan climbed onto the mattress, straddling Paul’s hips. Bryan slowly lowered himself onto his lover – their bare chests rubbing against each other. Paul’s mouth found Bryan’s and again they tongue wrestled, mashing their lips hard together, each gripping the other tightly. Finally breaking their kiss, they lay against each other panting. Turning his head slightly, Bryan once again nibbled on Paul’s ear, teasing him a little.

“You know, as often as we’ve played around,” he panted, huskily. “There’s one thing we’ve never done.” He nipped Paul’s ear again as he felt his lover stiffen beneath his body. His voice grew even softer, making Paul strain to hear him. “I want you to do it now. I want to give myself to you.”

Paul reached out and took Bryan’s face in his hands, staring at him unbelievingly. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I didn’t expect – I mean, I’m not prepared.”

“Check the table next to the bed,” Bryan grinned down and nipped Paul’s nose, before rolling off of him. Paul scrambled up to the table and pulled open the drawer – there was a tube of K-Y jelly there, but nothing else.

“But, you forgot something,” Paul said, turning to Bryan.

“I’ve never been with anyone else,” Bryan said, matter-of-factly. “And, I don’t ever want to be.” He grinned at his lover and then lay back, spreading his legs invitingly. Paul didn’t need a second invitation – he clumsily put some of the lubricating gel on his hand and worked it up and down the shaft of his penis and then worked some of the gel into Bryan’s ass. Grinning expectantly, Paul rolled Bryan over and positioned him on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Spreading Bryan’s cheeks widely, Paul guided his dripping erection towards the rosette target and slowly pressed the mushroom head against the puckered opening.

Bryan gasped as Paul entered him in a combination of pain and anticipation – he could feel Paul filling him, spreading his insides apart. He was about to call for Paul to pull out when he gasped again – this time, the gasp was pure pleasure – Paul’s cock had made contact with his prostate. Bryan had never felt anything like that in his life. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body, making him tremble. Bryan threw his head back in delight, gasping out loud as new sensations of pleasure flooded through his body for the first time. Sweat beaded on his brow and his elbows shook uncontrollably, forcing Bryan to bend down so his face was resting on the bed, his backside raised high.

Paul began rhythmically thrusting in and out, his erect penis massaging Bryan’s prostate with each thrust. He tried to keep his pace slow and deliberate to make the experience last as long as possible for the two of them. He had never experienced anything so intensely pleasurable – from the sounds coming from Bryan, he could tell his lover was finding the experience just as enjoyable. His floppy bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead from the sheen of sweat covering his body. Paul felt his breath coming in ragged gasps as his balls twitched and churned signaling his impending climax. Suddenly, his back arched as spasms of delight rolled through his body in wave after wave, his eyes bulged as his mouth opened wide gasping for air. Beneath him, Bryan was experiencing much the same thing – he raised himself back onto his hands, with his head thrown back and involuntarily let out a low, drawn out cry of pleasure. Moments later, both young man collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs. They both lay still, catching their breath for a long time before twisting around to face each other for a passionate embrace.

Bryan felt as if he had run ten miles, every muscle in his body quivered from the after effects of his orgasm. He couldn’t believe how intense that climax had been – it had drained all of his strength from him, and yet left him wanting more. He shook his head in wonder and tried to figure out why he and Paul had never done this before – he couldn’t believe they had missed out on such pleasure for so long.

Once their strength returned, the two lovers staggered into the bathroom for a long shower where they once again explored each other’s bodies again. They left the shower only after all the hot water was gone and cold water pounded down on them. Later, Bryan and Paul discovered yet another pleasure they had never experienced – sleeping cuddled together. They had laid together before, but had never had the opportunity to sleep in the same bed together. There was something comforting in the shared contact or naked flesh resting together. Bryan contentedly snuggled tighter against Paul, his cheek resting against Paul’ smooth chest letting his lover’s heartbeat lull him into a deeper and deeper sleep.

To be continued