B-boy's Story -- The Mexican Adventure, Part 1

Bryan Coyne relaxed, leaning back and sinking low into the water of the hot tub until his chin was just touching the water. Stretching out, closed his eyes as he wriggled his toes and tried not to think of anything at all. He’d done enough thinking recently – about his the last reports due in each of his classes, about his SAT tests, about which colleges to apply to, about his exams, and then there was the other thing. He decided he deserved a break from thinking for a while. Of course, he’d have the whole month of June to pretty much do as he wanted and probably wouldn’t have much serious thinking to do while he was in Mexico. The corners of his mouth curled up at the ends giving him a contented look – this not consciously thinking thing felt pretty good. His mental hooky was interrupted by a piercing whistle.

“My, but you look sexy,” Paul Hopkins said, standing at the edge of the hot tub. Opening his eyes, Bryan regarded his best friend and smiled broadly. As usual, Paul was dressed in baggy shorts and a loose, faded T-shirt, leather moccasins covering his feet. “I thought you’d be up in your room packing.”

“Already packed,” Bryan answered lazily. “What about you?”

“Man, I was packed and ready to go before we graduated,” Paul shot back.

“You going to just stand there, or what?”

Paul didn’t need a second invitation. He quickly stripped out of his shorts and T-shirt, kicking his moccasins to the side. Stepping into the tub, Paul lowered himself gingerly into the water, sitting next to his friend – their naked hips touching. Bryan reached out and tenderly rubbed his hand over Paul’s thigh. He knew they didn’t have to worry about anyone bothering them – the cook and maid were already gone for the night, and his mom probably wouldn’t be home until the early hours of the morning. She was a production executive for a studio and it wasn’t unusual for her to be working late hours in the Spring as new television schedules were juggled, changed, juggled again, and so on.

“So, have you decided yet?” Paul asked, softly.

“Decided what?”

“You know,” Paul reached under the water and took Bryan’s balls in his hand. He gave them a playful tug. “Have you decided?” He repeated.

“Not yet,” Bryan admitted. “It’s a pretty big step, you know.”

“Man, it’s all you talked about since last year,” Paul pointed out. “How many times have you checked out all those web sites about castration? They all say how easy an operation it is.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bryan admitted. Paul was right – being castrated had been the main topic of conversation among the two high school seniors this past year. Bryan had been interested the topic of castration even since hearing about castrati in his music class when he was fourteen. The idea had excited and fascinated him from the moment the topic came up. While almost everyone else in his class had groaned in disgust or mock pain, Bryan’s whole body tingled with excitement. That very night he had searched the Internet for more information about castration. He had been amazed to discover that there were people who either had already been castrated, or who wanted to be castrated. At the time, he hadn’t thought about being castrated himself, but the more he read the more he wondered what it would be like not to have his balls.

His curiosity grew slowly over the next year or two. At first, he would just stare at his reflection in the mirror and imagine not having anything hanging between his legs. When Bryan was sixteen, he had visited one of the sets for a horror movie his mom was producing – actually, she was just one of about eight people who had the title of producer, but that was good enough to get him onto the set. He had watched in fascination as the make-up artist used glue to create a deep looking scar on one of the actors. Making friends with the make-up man, Bryan had discovered that sometimes surgical glue was used to glue an actor's skin to itself to create a realistic scar. Within a week, Bryan had bought himself a tube of the surgical glue and special remover solution from an effects shop popular with the make-up people in the entertainment industry. Getting home, he had carefully shaved his entire groin smooth, feeling thankful for summer break so he didn’t have to explain his sudden hairless look in the locker room at school. Once he was absolutely smooth, Bryan had gingerly pushed his balls back up into his abdomen and then glued the skin together to keep them in place. He laid on his back for a full fifteen minutes staring at the ceiling waiting for the glue to be fully dry – he learned by experience later that he needn’t have waited that long. Walking around was a little uncomfortable at first, the glued skin pulled a bit as he walked – but that didn’t stop him from hurrying into his bathroom and staring at his emasculated look in breathless rapture, his cock erect and dripping with excitement.

After that first time, Bryan glued his balls up inside himself every chance he got. The one thing Bryan forgot about was Paul – the two of them had grown up together and were used to walking in and out of each other’s homes at will. Paul had surprised him one day just after he finished gluing his balls in place – at first Bryan was horrified, afraid of his friend’s reaction. He shouldn’t have been – Paul was captivated with the look. The two of them had been sexually experimenting together since they were about thirteen, and while neither had admitted to being exclusively gay – either to themselves, or each other – they both pretty much assumed they were. It didn’t take Paul long to learn how to glue Bryan’s balls up and he did it as often as he could, sometimes making Bryan keep his balls glued in place for a couple of days at a time.

Together the two of the began searching the Internet for information about castration. Bryan discovered that castration would help preserve a boyish image – something that he found appealing. Together, they also discovered that even once someone’s testicles were removed, it was possible for that person to get an erection – true, it took longer and needed more stimulation, but that just meant the two of them would have to spend more time on foreplay, and that wasn’t such a bad thing. Paul had no interest in being castrated himself, but the idea of his partner not having balls was a powerful attraction to him. Before long, the idea of his partner giving up his balls because Paul wanted it was growing into one of his most erotic fantasies – his most erotic fantasy was that Bryan would be the one to give up his balls for him.

Whenever they were alone, the two young men would discuss various methods of castration they had learned about on the Internet, and which one Bryan would want used on him if he was to be castrated. Bryan had spent a lot of time thinking about just that subject – the fantasy of being snatched off the street, taken to a secret dungeon, and castrated by a handsome, sensuous stud had a certain appeal. But, Bryan was quick to admit the appeal was in fantasy only. He wasn’t interested in experiencing a lot of pain – in fact, the very idea of actually being castrated in a painful manner was downright unappealing. He told Paul that if he was castrated for real, he’d want it done surgically – maybe with only a local anesthetic, but definitely by a doctor and in a sterile setting. He didn’t even want to think about the pain and risks of getting an infection following such a surgery.

Everything would have stayed in the realm of hot talk, if it hadn’t been for Bryan’s mom. During summer break between his junior and senior years, she had asked him if he could check on the facilities of a spa called El Lindo down in Baja. Bryan rolled his eyes in despair – every summer his mom went off for a month to some fat farm to lose the weight she imagined she had gained over the year. And every year, she returned complaining of being starved, brutalized, and humiliated. No matter how often Bryan tried to explain to his mom that the last thing she needed was a fat farm, his words fell on deaf ears. The truth was, his mom was one of the hottest mothers of any of the students at his high school. Sighing, Bryan decided to check this new place out. What he discovered amazed him – this El Lindo place wasn’t run along the lines of a boot camp at all. It was a luxurious vacation spa that pampered their clients extravagantly. The place even had a full medical clinic specializing in discrete cosmetic surgeries. Even though the place was located right on the beach, it had several swimming indoor and outdoor pools. The place wasn’t bad – his mom would actually enjoy her vacation there. He had given her a glowing report on the spa and had pretty much forgotten about the place until the day he came across the name on an Internet site listing places where castration was available. Right there at the top of the list was the name El Lindo Spa. It made sense to him – the spa had a medical clinic that specialized in discrete surgeries. He told Paul about what he had discovered and the two of them spent the better part of their senior year fantasizing about going down there on vacation, being waited on hand and foot, and returning a month later after Bryan’s surgical castration.

Bryan’s mom returned from her vacation looking better than after any other vacation she’d taken, singing the praises of the spa and the staff who pampered the guests like royalty. Throughout the rest of his senior year, Bryan heard his mom bring up her vacation experiences with her friends, urging them to give the place a try. By the time he was preparing for his finals, Bryan had pretty much tuned out his mom’s repeated stories about how great El Lindo had been.

Then, out of the blue, it happened.

Bryan had come down one Saturday morning to find his mom on the patio breakfasting on fruit and yogurt. Joining her at the table, Bryan began helping himself to the fresh fruit medley the cook had prepared. Before he could say anything, his mom dropped the bombshell.

“You know how much I enjoyed my vacation last summer,” Mrs. Coyne said out of the blue.

“Yeah – it’s all you’ve talked about since then.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking – how would you like a month down there as a graduation present?” Bryan didn’t know what to say – he was overwhelmed by the suggestion. He sat opposite his mom, mouth open in surprise. “Well, after all, you’ve worked hard all school year and you deserve a treat – maybe you an Paul are still thinking about hitchhiking across Europe.” Bryan tuned out the rest of his mom’s usual complaints and fears about the dangers of hitchhiking in general and in a foreign country in particular. He and Paul had briefly considered the idea back when they were fifteen. Occasionally, Bryan would trot the idea out more to piss his mother off than out of any serious intent to actually do it. He tried hard to appear nonchalant about accepting her offer, but he was pretty sure she could tell how excited he was. His head was still swimming when his mom ruffled his hair as she headed out of the house.

Bryan sat in silence for a few moments after hearing his mom’s Mercedes roar out of the drive. Finally coming to his senses, he dashed up the stairs to his room to call Paul and tell him the news. He had to hold the phone away from his ear as Paul whooped and shouted his congratulations – it didn’t take long before Bryan suggested Paul see if he could arrange to join him for the month. Paul didn’t think it would be too hard to arrange – his mother usually did whatever Bryan’s mom did. The two of them had gone down to El Lindo last summer and encouraged the friendship between their two boys. A week later, all the arrangements had been made – the two boys would be leaving for Mexico the day after they graduated and spending a month at El Lindo.

Once the reservations had been confirmed, Bryan made his initial inquiry to the clinic there about the cost of their “special” surgical procedures. A series of e-mails and even a couple of phone calls followed – Bryan explained he was interested in surgical castration, but hadn’t necessarily made his mind up about it yet. The clinic representative said that wasn’t a problem – many of their clients made the decision one way or another only once they had arrived at the resort. Learning about Bryan’s situation, the representative said it would be possible to add the clinic bills to the cost of the vacation package in such a way that Bryan wouldn’t have to dip into his funds at all and no one would be the wiser.

“Hello? Earth to Bryan!” Bryan blinked and shook himself out of the daydream he had drifted into, ducking his head he grinned at Paul. “So are you having second thoughts or what?”

“Of course I’m having second thoughts,” Bryan admitted. “I mean, what if I’m sorry I did it after the operation is over – it’s not like that time you talked me into letting you give me a crewcut when we were eleven, my balls aren’t going to grow back like my hair did. Once I go under the knife man, there’s no turning back. It’s done forever.”

Paul nodded – that made sense. He let his hand drift under the water to find Bryan’s dick. He closed his fingers around the shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. They sat there like that silently for a few moments, then Paul pulled Bryan into his lap, his boyfriend’s head resting on his chest. Paul stroked his fingers through Bryan’s medium length preppy-style brown hair.

“So, you’re not sure you want to be a boy forever?” Paul asked.

“Boyish, yes,” Bryan corrected. “A boy – no. There’s a difference.” He sighed. “I mean, it’s not like I’m going to need them for making babies or anything.”

“You sure?”

“Uh huh,” Bryan grunted.

“So, are you saying that you’re like gay?”

“Yeah – yeah, I guess I am,” Bryan admitted, sitting up and pulling away from Paul to look him in the eye.

“Then say it.”

“Say what – that I’m gay?”

“Me, too. I’m gay,” Paul said, a shy smile playing on his lips. “I guess it’s no big surprise to either of us.”

“No, no I guess not,” Bryan said thoughtfully. “I always thought that saying it would make me feel different.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not really – I’m still the same as I was a couple of minutes ago,” Bryan said, suddenly wondering if he would feel the same about himself if he decided to go through with the plans for his castration. After all, he would be different physically – but would that really change who he was he wondered. His musings were interrupted by Paul straddling his legs.

Bryan smiled at his friend, then reached out and placed his hand on the back of Paul’s head and pulled him close for a kiss. Their mouths met, open and eager – tongue wrestling each other. Bryan rubbed the closely buzzed back of Paul’s blonde head – he liked the skater cut Paul wore. The feel of his closely buzzed sides and back were such a contrast to the longer golden locks on top and the even longer curtain of bangs that flopped over Paul’s brow.

Breaking their kiss, Paul slid off of Bryan’s legs and lowered himself deeper into the water. Ducking his head under the water, he found his friend’s hard penis and slipped his mouth over it. For his part, Bryan groaned in pleasure – arching his back at the velvety feel of Paul’s mouth on his dick. Paul’s head broke the surface of the hot tub for a quick breath of air and as quickly disappeared beneath the water to resume the blow job he had begun. Bryan reached down with both hands and began massaging the sides of Paul’s head, just below the ears. He was close to shooting his load and Paul must have sensed it – his sucking became more intense, partly from needing another breath of air and partly to bring his friend to climax before taking that next breath. His efforts were rewarded as his mouth was filled by Bryan’s salty juice. Paul kept his lips clamped tightly around Bryan’s dick, swallowing every drop before breaking the surface of the water and gasping for breath. He grinned impishly at his friend and gave him a sly wink. Laughing, Bryan grabbed a handful of Paul’s soaking bangs and pulled him close. Their mouths locked again, both of them sinking under the water

The next morning, both young men were at the airport boarding gate, happy to be free of the last-minute advice from their mothers – the kind of advice guaranteed to make any young man feel like he was five years old and still in kindergarten. Once the plane was in the air, Bryan suddenly realized the one thing his mom had never talked about was how to get from the airport to the resort spa. He supposed there must be some kind of shuttle bus, and if not, all of the taxi drivers should know the way to the spa. Once on the ground in Mexico, the two young men retrieved their bags and turned to find a handsome young man holding a sign with their last names on it. Taking their baggage from them, the young man led them out to a waiting limousine for the trip out to the spa. Both boys were used to good treatment, but this exceeded anything they had experienced in the past. They found a carafe of delicious coffee, a variety of Danish pastries, and fresh juice waiting for them in the car. About an hour later, the long car glided to a stop in front of the El Lindo’s main reception area.

The driver must have called ahead because a spa official was waiting for Bryan and Paul as they stepped from the car. The young woman led them through the lobby to the reception desk where their keys were waiting and all the necessary forms had been pre-prepared. All they needed to do was sign the forms and then a handsome young bellboy guided them to their ocean-front suite.

Neither Bryan nor Paul was prepared for the kind of luxury they found in their suite. A spacious sunken living room greeted them. The bellboy showed them the control panel that regulated the level of the lights, opened the drapes over the terrace looking out over the ocean, and operated the theatre-quality wide screen, surround sound video entertainment center. There was a luxurious bedroom on either side of the living room area, each complete with its own bathroom. Bryan grinned hugely as he sank into the soft cushions of the sofa – a whole month living in the middle of all this was going to be fantastic. The bellboy tuned the television to one of the spa’s own closed circuit television channels, showing the two Americans how to check the schedule of activities for each day, explaining how to schedule an in room massage or call room service at any hour of the day.

The bellboy had been gone only a few minutes before there was a knock on the door and another spa employee was at the door with their bags. The bag boy, like the bellboy, was extremely handsome – his jet hair cut medium length and slicked back stylishly. As he was taking the bags into the bedroom, the phone rang. Answering it, Bryan was politely informed that Dr. Montoya would be sending someone to guide Bryan to the clinic in a few minutes if that was convenient. Bryan felt his mouth go a little dry hearing the message and asked Paul if he wanted to go along. Fifteen minutes later, the two young Americans were following yet another handsome spa employee across the perfectly manicured grounds to the main clinic building.

Bryan was surprised to find that Dr. Montoya was a thirty-year old man even more handsome than the bellboy and other employees. Bryan thought the doctor looked almost exactly like Ricky Martin. Montoya wasn’t at all surprised to find Paul accompanying Bryan, in fact, he seemed pleased that Paul had come along with Bryan. He quickly led the two into his examination room, asking Bryan to strip and take a seat on the table. Bryan felt a little self-conscious undressing in front of Paul and the doctor, but Montoya was so charming that the feeling quickly passed. Montoya had Bryan lie back and proceeded to examine him. The handsome doctor took his time performing the examination, gently manipulating each testicle and feeling the sac covering them. At last, he told Bryan he could dress and join them on the patio for the rest of the consultation. Bryan quickly dressed, his head spinning – he didn’t really know what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been anything like this. He went through the French doors and found Paul and the doctor relaxing at a glass topped table. A waiter was standing nearby ready to bring them refreshments.

“Have a seat, Bryan,” Montoya said, genially. He signaled to the waiter who brought Bryan a frosted glass of mixed fruit juices and retreated discretely. “I have to say that you’re one of the best candidates I’ve seen in a long time. The surgery will preserve the boyish qualities that make you such an attractive young man.” Bryan blushed hearing the frank compliment. “The only question facing us is what procedure do you want?”

“Uh, I don’t understand,” Bryan admitted.

“Well, we can go the chemical castration route,” Montoya began. “Of course, it will mean continuing with injections for a time after you leave the clinic – but I can make arrangements for that.” He eyed Bryan and Paul for a moment. “But, I don’t think you came here to investigate that possibility. Surgically, we can replace your testicles with silicone replacements – that procedure involves making a small incision on either side of your scrotum, removing your testicles and replacing them with the artificial ones.” He paused, watching Bryan and Paul. The two exchanged glances with raised eyebrows, but neither one seemed excited by that procedure. “The next choice is to again make a slit on either side of your scrotum and surgically remove each testicle, leaving your scrotum empty. It will eventually shrink significantly, but not totally – I have to be honest, this particular procedure is generally used as a first step in sexual reassignment surgeries.”

Although that surgical procedure was more along the lines of what he had imagined, for some reason it didn’t really appeal to Bryan. Maybe it was the knowledge that this particular surgery was normally reserved for sexual reassignment surgeries.

“And then, we can remove your scrotum along with your testicles,” Montoya said. “That procedure will provide you with a smoother appearance and, in my opinion, is more esthetically pleasing.” Again, Montoya paused to watch the two young men – he was good at judging minute reactions, and even though neither of them showed any major changes in expression, Montoya could tell the last choice was intriguing to them. Bryan’s eyes had a definite gleam in them – a gleam that had grown during the last description. Paul kept pushing his long blond bangs back, licking his lips in excitement. “Of course, we can go one step further,” Montoya checked his notes. “When you first indicated your particular interests – both on the Internet and in our phone conversations – you showed an interest in total castration, sometimes known as nullification.”

Paul’s jaw dropped – Bryan had never said anything about that to him. The two of them had, of course, seen posts and even some pictures of guys who had been nullified, but Bryan had never said anything about being interested in going that far. Even before his initial shock wore off, Paul realized how excited he was by the idea – his dick had sprung to attention in his baggy shorts as soon as he heard the words leave the doctor’s lips. He glanced over at his friend who shifted in his chair and busied himself adjusting his glasses. Paul knew that gesture all too well – anytime Bryan was nervous or embarrassed, he’d lift a hand to shift his glasses, almost like he was shielding his eyes from people around him until he was ready to face them. He studied his friend as if seeing him for the first time – and realized he was seeing Bryan in a new light.

Bryan was more than just cute – he was handsome, in a boyish, very preppy way. In fact, Paul realized, Bryan was one of the few people who was able to carry off the preppy style as if it was an integral part of his nature. His deep brown hair was always neatly groomed – not just clean and brushed, but always neatly trimmed. The neat arc of his hairline around his ears never came over his ears, and his nape was always clean shaved and smooth – as if he’d just stepped out of a barber’s chair. The thin, tortoise shell frames of his glasses enhanced his smooth, open face. The style of those frames had changed over the years, but unlike so many others, Bryan had never even flirted with wearing contact lenses. The glasses were just a natural part of his friend – just like his carefully pressed clothes. Even down here, Bryan’s khaki slacks were neatly pressed. Not starched or uncomfortable looking – just neat and clean. All in all, the main impression Bryan exuded was one of natural neatness. Taking all that in, Paul decided that Bryan without anything between his legs was as natural as his well-groomed hair, his tortoise frame glasses, and his khaki slacks and polo shirts. Suddenly, Paul realized who Bryan most reminded him of – Bryan was the living, breathing embodiment of Ken, Barbie’s boyfriend.

“Well, I’m not sure,” Bryan said, casting a glance over at Paul. “I mean, I figured I should get all the information I could before making a choice.

“Do it,” Paul said, softly.

“What?” Bryan’s brown eyes blinked behind his glasses as he turned to his friend in surprise.

“Go for the whole package, man,” Paul said. “It’s like the most natural thing for you – I mean, take a look at yourself, dude. Everything about you is smooth,” Paul turned to Montoya. “You tell him – doesn’t he look like Barbie’s boyfriend, Ken? Except for the extra parts between his legs, he could be a dead ringer for Ken. It’s like an omen or something.”

“Your friend does have a point,” Montoya said. “It’s one of the things that struck me when I first saw a photograph of you and again as I examined you. The resemblance is remarkable – if your lower abdomen were completely smooth, the likeness would be exact.” Montoya reached out and placed his hand over Bryan’s, giving it a squeeze. “If you want my opinion, I suggest you go ahead with it – it is clear you were considering it since you indicated an interest in the procedure on your application. You are here, everything is already prepared.” Bryan pursed his lips, glanced over once at Paul who nodded, and then nodded his head. Montoya didn’t give the young man any chance to reconsider – he slid the consent form in front of Bryan and indicated where he needed to sign. Bryan’s hand was trembling as he lifted the pen and signed his name on the forms. Montoya beamed across the table at him. “Excellent – I’ll schedule the surgery for this afternoon.”

“So soon?” Bryan was a little surprised

“Of course,” Montoya said smoothly. “That will give you time to recuperate and have more time to enjoy your vacation.” Montoya signaled the waiter over to the table and spoke rapidly in Spanish. The handsome waiter grinned down at Bryan and hurried inside. “If you’d like, Paul can stay with you during the surgery.” Bryan glanced over at Paul, his eyebrow raised. Paul could see the unspoken plea in his friend’s eyes. He nodded his head and took Bryan’s hand in his. The waiter returned with a young man dressed all in white. The newcomer clearly wasn’t Hispanic. His short cropped hair was bleached white and stylishly gelled to give it a spiked look.

“Hi, I’m Sam,” the young man said in a pleasant British accent. “If you’ll come with me, we can get you all prepared.” Bryan’s head was spinning as he followed the young man down the corridors of the clinic. Sam explained that he was a medical student getting some practical experience at the clinic. He guided Bryan and Paul into a white-tiled room. Aside from the cabinets along the wall, the only other thing in the room was a wheeled hospital gurney. Sam cheerfully asked Bryan to get undressed and hop up on the table. For the second time that day, Bryan found himself standing naked in front of Paul and a stranger. He couldn’t help blushing as he carefully folded his clothes before taking a seat on the table.

Sam opened a cabinet and pulled out a pillow, placing it at the head of the table as he asked Bryan to lay back. Paul moved to the head of the table and began stroking Bryan’s hair and face, smiling down at him reassuringly. Sam brought a rolling table over that had a covered tray on it and removed the cloth cover revealing a set of electric trimmers, shaving crème, and disposable razors. He wrapped his hand around Bryan’s perfectly circumcised penis and gently pulled down on it slightly. Turning on the trimmers, Sam went to work expertly reducing the thick brown curls of Bryan’s pubic hair to stubble. In five minutes, he had reduced Nature’s badge of manhood to almost nothing. Bryan was surprised when Sam moved closer to the head of the table and turned the trimmers back on – he was even more surprised at how readily he lifted his right arm when Sam tapped it, exposing his arm pit. Sam winked down at Bryan as he glided the trimmers through the patch of hair under Bryan’s arm. Moving around the table, Sam shaved Bryan’s left arm pit before finally turning the trimmers off.

Bryan’s penis was fully erect by the time Sam began covering his crotch with shaving crème – the bleached med student massaged the white foam from Bryan’s navel to his knees and then went to work with a surgical prep razor. It was easy to tell Sam was very experienced at shaving people – he worked smoothly scraping away every trace of hair covered by shaving crème. Finished with the lower part of Bryan’s body, Sam went to work on Bryan’s arm pits and arms all the way down to his fingertips. Finishing up, he whispered something to Paul and left the room. Paul moved around the table, grinning down at the sight of his best friend totally smooth.

Leaning down, Paul ran his tongue up the underside of Bryan’s leaking penis, lapping up the clear fluid. He let his fingers explore the silky flesh that only minutes before had been hidden by Bryan’s thick pubic hair. Reaching the mushroom head of the twitching penis before him, Paul opened his mouth wide and took the head into his mouth. He took his time sucking all of Bryan’s dick into his mouth – he wanted the excitement for the both of them to last as long as it could. Paul was trembling all over as he realized that this was the very last blow job Bryan would ever experience.

Bryan hated to interrupt Paul, but he did for just a moment so he could sit up and swing his legs over the side of the table. Raising himself up a bit, Paul began sucking Bryan’s button nipples – licking and nibbling on each one before dragging his tongue down Bryan’s smooth belly and groin to take that delicious dick in his mouth again. Reaching down, Bryan wrapped his hands around Paul’s head rubbing the closely buzzed sides and back, enjoying the soft, velour feel of Paul’s blonde skater cut, moving his fingers up to the long locks covering the top of his friend’s head. It suddenly struck him that after today he’d never again feel Paul’s mouth on his dick again. He stared down at the top of Paul’s blonde head in wonder – Paul had been the one to give him his first blow job, and now Paul was giving him his last one. The truth was, Paul had been Bryan’s only sexual partner. He smiled wanly – wondering what their sex life was going to be like in the future. Everything they had read together said sex was still possible once a person was castrated – but were those posts true or just wishful thinking? That little worry was pushed to the back of his mind as his breathing began getting heavier. He could feel his orgasm building as Paul performed his special tongue magic, his soon to be gone balls began to churn and tingle as he grew closer and closer. Bryan was sighing, his breath more ragged than it had ever been before a climax – a tingling sensation built up in his nipples, radiating through his belly. He could feel his heart tripping harder and faster than ever before – it was like his entire body knew this was his last blow job. His excitement grew stronger and more intense as he neared his final climax. He could feel his pulse pounding in his neck, he grew light-headed, and he found his chest was tight as he involuntarily held his breath. Then, the explosion came – his balls released their load and Bryan’s breath whooshed out of him and his dick pulsed and pulsed, emptying its load into Paul’s eager mouth.

Bryan had never experienced such an intense orgasm in his life – all of his muscles went slack and he found himself gripping Paul’s hair tightly to keep from falling over. Quickly swallowing, Paul reached up and helped Bryan back to a reclining position, wiping the sweat from his friend’s forehead. Bryan smiled weakly, his pulse finally beginning to slow and return to normal. He wanted to say something – but couldn’t find the words for how fantastic an experience he had just gone through. Reaching up, he took hold of Paul’s floppy bangs and pulled him down, kissing his boyfriend. The word echoed in his brain – it was the first time he had thought of Paul as his boyfriend and he liked the feeling it gave him. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and pushed Paul away.

“I’ve got to ask you something,” Bryan said, staring deep into Paul’s eyes. “Are we – well, um …”

“Are we a couple?” Paul grinned.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it,” Bryan admitted. “Are we like boyfriends?”

“Well, let’s see,” Paul grinned. “We’ve been having sex together for years, we’re sharing a suite on vacation – and I’m hoping the spare bedroom in the suite doesn’t get much use – so you do the math.” He leaned down and gave Bryan a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah, I guess you could say we are boyfriends, lovers, whatever you want to call it.”

“Good,” Bryan smiled back. “And do you really want …”

“And do you really want me to do this,” Bryan asked. “I mean, you’re not just here to give me moral support.”

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Paul said intently. “I’ve dreamed of this day since that first time I found you with your balls pushed back up inside. I’ve wanted to see you smooth since then,” he paused and licked his lips. “More than anything, I’ve wanted to be with you when the operation was done – and wanted to know you were doing it for …”

“For you?”

“For the both of us,” Paul corrected. “Like a commitment to each other.”

Bryan felt his eyes mist up and unable to think of anything to say, tugged on Paul’s bangs again for another long, passionate kiss. They were still embraced when Sam returned grinning at the two. He took Bryan’s glasses and handed them to Paul before fitting what looked like a paper shower cap over Bryan’s hair. Sam showed Paul where he could change into a set of surgical scrubs before returning to finish preparing Bryan. He took a warm wash cloth and gently washed Bryan’s genitals, patting the young man’s groin dry. Paul reappeared dressed in pale blue scrubs, a surgical cap hiding his floppy hair. Sam wheeled the gurney into the operating room.

In the operating room, Sam had Bryan slide over onto a gynecological table and lifted his legs into the stirrups. As he positioned the stirrups as wide as they would go, Sam quietly explained that he was going to strap Bryan’s legs to the stirrups so that he didn’t accidentally move while the doctor was operating. Tying a tourniquet around Bryan’s arm, Sam found a vein and deftly inserted an IV needle and started the saline solution flowing. Bryan’s arm felt icy as the solution flowed through his vein – he was about to say something when the med student used a hypodermic needle to inject something into his IV line. In just moments, Bryan felt light-headed as Sam explained that the injection was the initial sedative – he explained that Bryan would be feeling groggy soon. Bryan nodded and felt Paul’s hand slip into his reassuringly. The two lovers sat quietly as Sam went to work washing Bryan’s groin with an orange antiseptic solution.

As he grew groggier, Bryan found it hard to concentrate on what was going on around him. At some point Dr. Montoya entered the room and watched as Sam began to catheterize the patient. Bryan felt discomfort as the catheter entered his penis, but no real pain. He heard Montoya saying something, but couldn’t really make out the words – they seemed to be coming from a long distance away. Sam injected something else into the IV line and Bryan felt himself going numb all over. He rolled his head to the side and could just bring himself to focus on Paul sitting next to him and smiling at him. He tried to smile back just as his eyes sagged closed.

Bryan slept and the operation began.

To be continued in Part 2