B-Boy's Mexican Adventure, Part 3

Bryan followed Dr. Montoya’s instructions to get plenty of moderate exercise – he and Paul felt like they had to make up for a lot of lost time doing things lovers, even high school lovers, normally get to do together. Paul wasn’t sure their early morning walks along the beach holding each other’s hands could really be counted as exercise. Their pace wasn’t fast enough to make an asthmatic tortoise wheeze, and they kept stopping every five minutes or so to kiss. Of course, once back in their suite they made up for the lack of exertion on the walks by spending the next hour or so before breakfast making love to each other. Paul wondered if the anal sex was as good for Bryan as it was for him. The two young men experimented with every possible position they could think of that didn’t cause severe physical harm. In the shower after sex, Bryan usually insisted on dropping to his knees and giving Paul the sweetest, gentlest blow jobs anyone could imagine. Bryan’s mouth was like velvet covering Paul’s penis as the young eunuch brought his lover to his second orgasm of the day.

Dr. Montoya insisted Bryan make the time every couple of days to stop into the clinic long enough for Sam to take a blood sample so his diminishing hormone levels could be monitored. Montoya explained he planned to start Bryan on hormone replacement therapy as soon as possible so the young man wouldn’t suffer a diminished sex drive or begin developing female characteristics. He was pleased that most of the redness had disappeared from the incision site and that Bryan didn’t show any signs of regret. From his experience, many of those who claimed to want castration or full nullification initially suffered depression or pangs of regret. Some even asked if the procedures could be immediately reversed. The only regret Bryan expressed was that he hadn’t been able to undergo the operation years earlier. While Bryan was getting dressed, Sam popped his head in the exam room.

“Hi, I heard you were still here,” Sam called cheerfully. “I wanted to see if you and Paul were up for a game of volleyball down the beach a bit.”

“Is it okay for me to play?”

“Sure, I asked the doc and he said you’ve healed up even better than expected,” Sam replied. “Just don’t overdo it if you start feeling a some discomfort. And, I’ll be there to check up on you.”

“Cool – let me check with Paul. He stayed behind in the suite today.”

“Perfect – I’ll pop round to collect you two in about fifteen minutes or so.”

When Paul heard the offer of a chance to play beach volleyball, he was eager to take part in the game. Smiling slyly, Paul announced he had a surprise for Bryan anyway – disappearing into the bedroom, he returned moments later holding matching pairs of Aussie rower swim trunks. By the time Sam knocked on the door, the two young men had managed to change into the trunks, baggy T-shirts and sandals. Both had extra large beach towels draped casually around their necks. Sam led them out into the parking lot where a bright yellow jeep fitted with extra wide tires waited. He explained they were headed down the strand about a mile. Paul didn’t waste any time climbing into the back of the jeep where he stood waiting for Sam to take off. Cruising across the sand, Paul howled with delight, the wind whipping his blonde locks wildly. Laughing along with Paul, Sam carefully maneuvered the jeep across the sand towards a high outcropping of rocks that seemed to split the beach in two. Passing the rocks, Bryan gasped in amazement – it looked like there was another resort located along this section of the beach. Another large Spanish style building sat atop the dunes and there were several snack stands dotting the beach. Sam assured Bryan that this was still a part of the same resort complex as he parked the jeep. Climbing out of the jeep, Paul stopped dead and stared slack-jawed across the beach. A large portion of the people lounging, swimming, or playing were totally naked.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said, laughing at Paul’s expression. “I thought you two knew this side of the beach was clothing optional.”

“No --- no we didn’t,” Bryan said, staring in wonder.

“If that’s a problem, I can take you back,” Sam offered.

Bryan glanced over at his lover, his eyebrow raised questioningly. Paul gazed out at the beach and back to Bryan who had a silly smirk plastered across his face. Paul shrugged – if Bryan didn’t mind, neither did he.

“Looks like we’re staying,” Bryan grinned.

“Fantastic,” Sam shouted, breaking into a sprint across the beach towards a group setting up a volleyball net. As they spread their beach towels near the volleyball net, Bryan surreptitiously cast his eyes around the naked men near them. Most of them looked to be in their early twenties, with only a few close to them in age. And, he noticed, all of them had full sets of genitals. As far as he could tell, he was the only nullo on the beach. A momentary wave of nervousness swept over him, but he quickly shook it off and joined Paul and Sam by the net. As he drew closer, he heard Paul suggesting that maybe he and Bryan would sit out the game and just soak up the rays. That was a surprise – Paul knew that volleyball was about the only sport that Bryan was really good at playing, and that he really enjoyed. And Paul loved the game even more than Bryan did.

“What’s wrong?” Bryan asked.

“Seems they’ve already chosen sides for the game,’ Sam said.

“And, it’s a shirts/skins game,” Paul added.

“And, the shirts team is already filled,” Bryan said, realization dawning on him. “Let me guess, on this beach when they say skins, they really mean SKINS.”

“That’s about the size of it,” Paul admitted.

“I had no idea they’d already chosen sides before we got here,” Sam said, his face concerned.

“So, what’s the problem?” Bryan asked after a few moments of thought. He turned to Paul. “If you have no problem with stripping down, neither do I.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, for real,” Bryan laughed, ruffling his lover’s hair. Before Paul could raise another objection, Bryan raced back to the towel and shucked his new swim trunks. Paul felt his cock twitch at seeing his partner’s smooth butt exposed. Bryan remained turned away from them briefly, then he turned around smiling, apparently unconcerned about being the only nullo in the game.

“Well,” Bryan called laughing, “are you going to strip down, or just stand there like a limp dick?”

Looking around, Bryan realized he was the only one on the skins team still wearing clothing. Blushing, he hurried over to the towel and quickly stripped. As he was tugging off his trunks, Bryan grabbed him from behind in a bear hug and nibbled on his ear.

“Y’know, it strikes me that I might have an unfair advantage here,” Bryan whispered.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“Well, I won’t have to worry about anything flopping around while jumping for the ball,” Bryan giggled. “That’s got to be an advantage. And, I might freak out some of the players on the shirts team.”

Laughing, he ran back to the net as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to appear naked without any genitals. Suddenly, Paul realized that for Bryan, it really was the natural thing for him – he had just had to help Nature out a little. Glancing back up, he saw a crowd had gathered around Bryan, concerned he raced to be by his lover’s side. Reaching the net, Paul discovered that his concern was unfounded. Bryan was the center of astonished attention from everyone but Sam. No one seemed to be making fun of Bryan – in fact, most of them seemed impressed to meet someone who had been nullified. Paul noticed that one of the other players in particular, a very thin, young man with longish fair hair couldn’t take his eyes off of Bryan. Eventually Sam called out that it was time to get to playing volleyball and stop admiring Bryan.

Paul was amazed at the intensity Bryan showed playing the game – he boyfriend played better than he’d ever played before. He was all over the play area, setting the ball up for others, leaping high to spike the ball when he was by the net, and diving to make some very impressive saves. In no time at all, the skins team had an almost embarrassingly comfortable lead. Paul shook his head in wonder seeing his lover grinning from ear-to-ear, clearly enjoying himself. Back home, Bryan was pretty much known as a nice guy, but a bit of a preppy nerd when it came to sports. He was okay at most sports, neither really bad nor really good. Volleyball had always been about the only team sport where Bryan had been better than average. Today, Bryan was clearly confident and by far the best player on the beach, and even though he clearly favored Paul when setting up the ball, Bryan made sure he didn’t exclude other players. By the time the game had ended, several of the shirts players were playfully grumbling that they should have waited until Sam had showed up to choose sides.

Exhausted and dripping sweat, Bryan flung himself face down on his beach towel while Paul followed Sam to one of the snack stands for some cold drinks. Head cradled on his forearms, Bryan closed his eyes and savored the feel of the sun beating down on his bare back and buttocks. He heard the sound of sand crunching as Sam and Paul returned with one liter bottles of ice cold water. Sitting up eagerly, Bryan tilted his head back as he lifted the bottle to his mouth, enjoying the flow of the water down his throat. Lowering his head he found the skinny, fair-haired young man standing shyly at the foot of his towel.

“Hi, Simon!” Sam said, making introductions all around. Sam explained that Simon’s family and his were friends and neighbors back in England. Despite the best efforts of Bryan and Paul, Simon seemed painfully shy as they chatted about the game, complimenting Simon on a couple of his plays. Sam explained that Simon was a year younger than Bryan and this was his first holiday outside of England on his own. Bryan noticed the young man kept casting glances in his direction and began to wonder if Sam’s invitation to play volleyball might have ulterior motives. It wasn’t long before Sam settled that question. “Simon is here for a couple of reasons,” Sam explained. “The first is because I’m here, and his family thought it best if he had someone to kind of look after him. And, I think it’s clear by his interest in Bryan that he’s been thinking of availing himself of the clinic’s services.”

“Sam!” Simon turned bright red. Bryan noticed that even when excited, Simon’s voice remained soft and found himself intrigued by the boy’s gentle British accent. Bryan also noticed the young man kept looking at Sam when he thought no one else was looking.

“What are you thinking about having done?” Bryan asked. Still blushing furiously, Simon lowered his head in embarrassment, staring down between his crossed legs. “Thinking about castration?” Simon’s head moved in the slightest of nods. “Cool,” Bryan kept his voice low and friendly. “Maybe you’ve been thinking about going all the way?” Simon’s head sunk even lower between his shoulders. “Hey, no reason to be shy – you’re among friends.” Bryan scooted over to the young Brit, placing his arm around the young man’s narrow shoulders. He wasn’t surprised to find Paul move to Simon’s other side.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, dude,” Paul said, soothingly as he stroked Simon’s pale hair.

“The thing of it is, I’ve really wanted it for the longest time now,” Simon said, his voice uncertain. “At least, I think I do.” Bryan tugged his trunks on and stood up, excusing himself and taking Simon by the hand leading the boy off down the beach.

“So, what’s the deal with Simon?” Paul asked Sam.

“The deal is that I think he really does want to undergo castration,” Sam said evenly. “The problem is he’s afraid to commit himself to asking for the operation. I think he wants someone to tell him it’s time.”

“Someone – you mean someone like you?”

“Probably so,” Sam admitted.

“Uh huh,” Paul grunted. He was silent for a long time, watching his lover recede in the distance. Abruptly, he turned and looked Sam in the eye. “Are you fucking him?”

“I never,” Sam retorted. “Look, he’s seventeen – and I’m twenty-five. He was far too young for me when I was living at home. Back then, he was just a mop headed boy in short pants tagging after me like a lost puppy.” He stared off in the distance. “Mind you, I probably wouldn’t say no to him now. He’s grown into quite a cute young man.”

“He is that,” Paul admitted. “Do you want him to be castrated?”

“Want him castrated?” Sam thought for a moment. “It’s not something I’d ask of him, if that’s what you’re asking. On the other hand, I do find the idea appealing and wouldn’t turn him away if that’s what he wanted.”

“You should let him know that,” Paul said. “It might help him make his own decision.”

For a long time as they walked along the surf line, Bryan didn’t say a word. He just walked silently, letting the surf occasionally lap over his bare feet. Beside him, Simon trudged along nervously. Finally, Bryan began chatting about how beautiful the beach was, how relaxing the sound of the surf and the cry of the gulls were. He listened as Simon described other beach resorts he’d visited throughout his life, relaxing as he spoke. Glancing over his shoulder, Bryan saw that they were far from the crowded part of the beach.

“So, you want to lose your balls,” Bryan said, offhandedly.

“I think so.”

“Nah, you either want it, or you don’t,” Bryan said. “There’s no middle ground.” Noticing another outcropping of rocks, he slowly began drifting towards them without making a sudden change of direction. “When you take a shower every day and wash your testicles, are you wishing they weren’t there any more?”

“Y-yes.”

“Uh huh, and most of the time when you stand in front of a urinal, or have to reposition your balls in your underpants, you think about how nice it would be if they weren’t there,” Bryan guessed.

“Yes, that’s it exactly,” Simon admitted.

“That’s how I felt ever since I first learned about the subject,” Bryan admitted. He glanced around, the rocks shielded them from view of anyone else on the beach. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Here? In the open?” Simon appeared surprised.

“Sure, look around – no one can see us here,” Bryan said. “Drop the swim trunks and let’s see what you have. Hey – it’s only fair. You’ve seen me.”

“So, now it’s time for me to show you mine?” Simon almost smiled at the idea.

“Something like that,” Bryan grinned back. Slowly, Simon tugged his trunks down, revealing a large thicket of pubic hair above a nice sized circumcised penis. Below that, Simon’s testicles hung low in his scrotum. Bryan reached out and gently cupped the above average size balls in his hand. “You’re a little bigger than I was. You’ll feel a lot different without them hanging between your legs.”

“You think?”

“I know,” Bryan laughed. “Remember, I don’t have anything down there now – believe me, dude, it will make a difference.” Bryan moved his hand from Simon’s balls to his cheek, cupping the British teen’s face in his hand. “So, you think about being castrated almost all the time – what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Simon moaned. “I do want it, but – oh, I don’t know! It would be so much easier to let someone else make the decision.”

“Nope, it doesn’t work that way,” Bryan said. “It’s a choice only you can make for yourself. Besides, I don't think Sam would make that choice for you.”

“Sam?”

“Hey – you can’t fool me,” Bryan said. “I watched the way you glanced at him. Have you told him you have a crush on him?” Bryan grinned. “I don’t really blame you – he is cute. That short blonde hair, and those eyes – so gentle and sensitive.”

“His real hair color is brown,” Simon said. “But, I think he’s better looking blonde, too.” A scared look sprang up in Simon’s eyes. “Do you think he knows?”

“Sam seems pretty astute to me,” Bryan admitted. “I think he knows you have a crush on him. I also think he’s not about to do anything about it unless you let him know you’d welcome the advance.”

Paul jolted awake when Sam poked him in the ribs. Looking around, he saw Bryan and Simon returning from their walk. Bryan was laughing, his brown hair blowing in the wind – his usual carefully brushed preppy look gone. Paul had to admit his lover looked pretty good with a casual, windblown look. Watching Bryan come closer, he felt his cock twitch and stir. Reaching the towel, Bryan dropped to his knees and kissed the tip of Paul’s nose while Simon shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“Sam, I think you and Simon need to talk,” Bryan said over his shoulder as he brushed Paul’s long bangs off his forehead. “Paul and I are headed up to the snack stand. We’ll be back in a little while.” He pulled Paul to his feet and then winked at Sam.

“What’s going on?” Paul wanted to know as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Simon has a crush on Sam.”

“Is that all?” Paul laughed. “That’s obvious.” He pulled his lover close to him. “I kind of think Sam feels the same way.”

“Cool – that should make things a lot easier,” Bryan said.

Killing time at the snack stand wasn’t much trouble. While Paul sat on a stool at the stand, Bryan occupied most of his time nibbling on Paul’s ear and unashamedly kissing his lover, giggling at Paul’s growing discomfort as the front of his trunks grew a pronounced tent at the front. Moving between Paul’s legs, Bryan smiled impishly at the sexual discomfort his lover was experiencing.

“Think of that long jeep ride back to the other part of the resort,” Bryan whispered, leaning close to nibble on Paul’s ear again. “That long, long ride until you can get relief.”

“Oh, you’re evil,” Paul moaned. “I might just make Sam pull over and jump you in front of him and Simon.”

“Cool, you won’t get any complaints from me,” Bryan cooed. “In fact, that might even give Simon an idea of what to do with Sam. That kid can use all the help he can get.” Shielding Paul with his own body, Bryan reached down and gave Paul’s erection a little tug, smiling even more at Paul’s mock discomfort. He glanced down. “Maybe you should have bought trunks a size bigger.”

Before Paul could think of a suitable answer, a shout from Sam made the two of them turn around. He had folded up the towels and was waving them towards the jeep. Bryan raced Paul across the sand to gather their shirts and sandals, laughing and shoving each other like little boys. Gathering their things, they trudged over to the jeep where Simon and Sam waited. Stopping next to the bright yellow vehicle, Bryan looked at Sam and cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, have you two reached a decision?” Bryan asked.

Sam looked over to Simon, and the two of them gave sheepish grins.

“I’ll take that as a big ‘yes,’” Paul said, grinning himself. “Shouldn’t you two be doing something about now?”

“Doing something?” Simon asked.

“Man, you two are so dense,” Bryan laughed. He turned to Paul and kissed him, their tongues probing deep into each other’s mouths. Pausing for a breath, he looked back to the two Brits. “Give you any ideas?”

Paul reached out and took the keys from Sam. “I’m driving back. You two get in the back and see if inspiration strikes you.” Even Sam found his face turning red as he turned and kissed another man in public for the first time in his life. “There,” Paul grinned, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I think it might even get easier with practice,” Sam shot back. “See if you can take the long way back.”

To be continued . . .