Bryan's Story, Part 5

The morning after meeting Toby, Bryan decided to take his breakfast in the resort dining room rather than eat in his room as he had been doing. He had just settled down to a breakfast appetizer of fresh mixed fruit when Brad slid into the chair opposite him.

“I know you think I’m an asshole,” Brad said. “And, to be honest, I sometimes do come across that way. Anyway, that’s beside the point … I don’t know what you said to Toby last night, but it seemed to calm his fears. I just wanted to thank you for that.” He stood awkwardly. “So, thanks.” He started to turn away.

“Wait!” Bryan surprised both Brad and himself. “Um – have you had breakfast yet?”

“No.”

“Well, why don’t you join me,” Bryan smiled. “I hate eating alone.

Brad sat back down with a sheepish grin, “Look, about yesterday – I’m really sorry how I came across. It’s just this whole deal with Toby still kinda freaks me out, y’know?” He ducked his blonde head, embarrassed and then looked back up, his eyes full of doubt. “And, when I get freaked out by something, the stupidest things come of my mouth.”

“No worries, dude,” Bryan assured him. “I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge you. It’s strange, but I never thought about how someone’s friends would react – I never considered how castration could freak you out, too.”

“It’s not just that,” Brad confided, leaning over the table. “See, I kinda feel guilty – like it’s my fault Toby has to get his nuts cut off.”

“How so?”

“Well – I know he explained what happened and all.” Bryan nodded that he understood and Brad needn’t go through all the details again. “Well, the Committee’s first reaction was to throw Toby out of the Society. I’m the one who suggested he go before a tribunal and be punished.” Bran turned his hands palms up on the table helplessly. “I never figured they’d make his punishment so harsh. See, I figured they’d make him pay back the alum, not let him vote or participate in our activities. Hell, maybe I even thought they’d cane his butt – but that was like the worst I figured they’d do.”

“Did you suggest to this tribunal that Toby should be castrated?” Bryan asked.

“Hell no!”

“So, you just tried to keep him from being kicked out of your group,” Bryan said, thoughtfully. “And, Toby doesn’t have to go through with the surgery if he doesn’t want to.” He held up his spoon when Brad tried to protest. “From what Toby explained to me, if he stays in your group he’s going to have all these advantages open to him that most people would never get. Am I right so far?”

“Well, yeah,” Brad admitted. “But ….”

“But, nothing,” Bryan cut him off. “It seems to me that he royally screwed up, and you tried to make sure he got a second chance. You didn’t know this tribunal thingie would give out such a harsh punishment.” Bryan absently arranged his silverware. “Sounds like these guys on the tribunal really didn’t think Toby would have the guts to accept their punishment.”

“So what’re you getting at?”

“What I’m getting at,” Bryan said evenly, “is that it’s not your fault Toby got this punishment. Beating yourself up over it isn’t going to help you and it sure isn’t going to help him deal with it.” He reached across the table and patted Brad’s hand. “If you really wanna help Toby, just keep being his friend. Be there for him.”

“That’s easy to say,” Brad complained.

“It’s even easier to do,” Bryan assured him. “The other thing you need to do is stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault.”

“I guess you’ve got a point,” Brad said. “But, it just sounds too easy – I wish there was something else I could do. Man, I’d do anything to help Toby.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, man,” Brad assured him.

“Give me your wallet for a second,” Bryan said, holding out his hand. “No arguments, dude – I won’t steal anything. Just hand it over.”

Brad fished his wallet from his back pocket and handed it over in confusion. Bryan quickly rifled through it, finding a fat wad of cash and three platinum cards. He grinned and handed the wallet back to brad intact.

“So what’s the deal?” Brad asked.

“The deal is we have breakfast,” Bryan said, cheerfully. “And, then you’re going to spend some money on your friend.”

Brad wanted to know what Bryan had in mind, but Bryan refused to say another word on the subject. He just grinned a Cheshire Cat grin, his brown eyes twinkling as he filled his mouth with breakfast.

After breakfast, Bryan asked Brad to bring Toby to the shopping mezzanine. While he was waiting for Brad to return, he called Simon and Kev, quickly outlining his plans to them. He could hear Simon relaying his plan to Kev through the receiver. Suddenly, Kev’s whoop of delight carried through the phone. They arrived in the lobby about five minutes before a very confused Brad returned with an even more confused Toby. Simon and Kev immediately surrounded Toby and began critically examining him from head to toe.

“You’re right, Bryan,” Simon called over his shoulder. “This boy needs our help desperately.”

“What do you mean?” Toby asked, totally unbalanced by the close scrutiny he was receiving.

“Just trust us,” Kev cooed.

A moment later, both Kev and Simon each grabbed one Toby’s elbows and propelled him towards the hair salon while Bryan took Brad’s arm and steered him along behind the others. Once in the salon, it didn’t take long before a totally bewildered Toby found himself in a chair as three stylists began applying bleaching paste to his hair and wrapping it in foil strips. Simon and Kev overwhelmed Toby’s feeble protests, telling him to just sit back and enjoy himself. Bryan wasn’t too sure anyone could really enjoy themselves much with the acrid odor of the bleach, but figured the pampering would go a long way to making the experience at least memorable, if not actually enjoyable. Since the shop wasn’t busy that early in the morning, nearly the entire staff was trying to wait on Toby – bringing him café lattes, massaging his hands, offering him delicate pastries. By the time all of Toby’s hair was wrapped in foil, it looked like his head was covered in tin shingles.

After sitting under heat lamps for nearly a half hour, the shampooist removed the foil wraps and rinsed the bleach from Toby’s hair. Bryan was impressed with the results – Toby’s dull, mousy brown hair was now a very natural, golden blonde with sun-bleached highlights. Toby, however, wasn’t given an opportunity to see his new look before the stylist went back to work on his hair, rolling it on small perm rods. Simon checked the rods, shaking his head and suggesting an even smaller red rod. Smiling his understanding, the stylist switched to the smaller rods. It took almost three-quarters of an hour for the stylist to section and roll Toby’s hair on over one-hundred small rods. Once again, his protests were talked down by sheer force of Simon’s persuasive personality.

When the last of the rods was in place, each of the perm rods was covered with a foul-smelling perm solution before Toby was led to a cone-shaped hair dryer. The dryer was hardly in place and drowning out most of the sounds in the shop when Toby found a manicurist working on his nails. Periodically, the stylist would lift the dryer and check the progress of Toby’s hair – he’d smile and ignore Toby’s worried questions, patting his cheek before lowering the dryer hood again.

An hour later, Toby was back in the stylists chair as each of the curling rods was carefully removed from his hair. As with each other time in the chair, he was faced away from the mirror and had no idea of exactly what had been done to his hair. Only when the stylist began snipping away at his hair and the locks dropped to the cape did Toby get a good idea of the changes that had been done to his hair. His eyes grew wide and round in shock when he saw the tight blonde curls raining down on the cape as the stylist snipped away. Looking up, he found everyone looking at him with wide smiles on their faces. Showers of golden ringlets rained down as the stylist’s scissors continued to snip away. As more and more curls filled the cape, Toby’s stomach began to feel queasy. He imagined he looked like a poodle. In his mind’s eye, he could see people stop to stare and then laugh at him.

Simon was standing by the stylist’s side, nodding in satisfaction. It was Simon who spun the chair around to face the mirror when the stylist finally finished his work. Toby did a double take when he saw his reflection – his fears of looking like a poodle dissipated like the morning mist before the bright sun. He couldn’t believe the image in the mirror was really him. His blah, unmanageable hair was gone – in its place were short, tight, golden curls that made him look amazingly like Justin Timberlake from “N Synch. His look of shock was slowly replaced with a dumbfounded grin of amazement. Toby twisted his head from side to side examining the new style. The sides and back had been cropped short, leaving the barest hint of curls. He was wondering how he was going to afford the new style when he saw Brad pull a credit card from his wallet and hand it to the receptionist.

“Well mate, what do you think?” Kev asked, draping his arm over Toby’s shoulder.

“I – I can’t believe that’s really me,” Toby gasped.

“That’s just the beginning,” Simon assured him from the other side of the chair. “You’re getting a top to toe makeover today – when you leave this resort, you’re going to be a whole new person.”

The Australians guided Toby from the salon straight to the men’s boutique and once again took charge, picking out a whole new wardrobe for the new Toby they were creating. Instead of shorts, Simon drifted towards the tropical weave linen trousers and gauze shirts. By now, Brad was no longer complaining about what the whole deal was going to cost him. Seeing how hot Toby looked with a new hairstyle, he quickly grew excited about continuing the transformation, and even insisted on springing for new underwear for the new wardrobe.

“Go for the bikini briefs,” Kev advised him. “Take it from me – the voice of experience – the bikinis will fit so much better with no balls to stuff in them.” They turned to look at the new outfit Toby was modeling – natural colored linen pleated slacks and a crisp white linen shirt over a yellow T-shirt. “Looks delicious, doesn’t he?” Kev asked.

“I gotta admit he does,” Brad said.

“He looks good enough to eat,” Kev said, admiringly. He noticed Brad was blushing, but still unable to take his eyes from his good friend. “Oh, don’t even tell me you haven’t had him, yet!” Kev moaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“I kinda wondered what it would be like a couple of times,” Brad admitted. “But, he never looked this hot before.”

“You must be as dumb as you are cute,” Kev said, in wonder. “All he ever needed was a little refining of his packaging. That lad is like a diamond in the rough – kind of plain and easy to overlook at first, but polish them up and they both dazzle the eyes.”

From the clothing shop, the group drifted to the beachside café for lunch. Bryan was midway through his appetizer when Kev nudged him, tilting his head towards Brad and Toby. Bryan was surprised to see Brad staring in rapture at his friend. For his part, Toby was responding to the sudden attention – smiling for no apparent reason at his blonde friend and unconsciously licking his lips in subconscious invitation. After lunch, it didn’t surprise anyone when Brad excused himself and Toby – giving a lame excuse for not spending the rest of the afternoon with their new friends. Bryan watched as they walked away and almost burst out laughing when he saw Brad tentatively take Toby’s hand in his own once he thought they were out of sight of the others.

After lunch, Bryan returned to his suite and decided to take a siesta and try out the hammock on the deck. It wasn’t long before the lazy rays of the sun and gentle rocking motion of the hammock lulled Bryan into a light sleep. He dreamed of the events of the morning – watching Toby’s transformation from genial, but unkempt, geek into a real hunk. The images of Toby with a head full of tight, but casual curls filled his mind. The sound of a gull shrieking brought Bryan to the edge of wakefulness, images of Toby’s cute face still flashing through his mind. In his half-awake state, Bryan became aware of the familiar urge to reach down and fondle his cock. He could feel it jutting up erect from his lower belly. Unconsciously, Bryan reached down and closed his hand around – NOTHING.

Bryan jerked up in the hammock, wide awake and remembered – he didn’t have a cock down there anymore. But, he still had a desire to jerk off right then and there. His heart was beating faster and his breathing was heavier than normal. It was like before the operation, Bryan felt the desperate urge to reach down between his legs and relieve the pressure that was building up. But, he couldn’t.

Rolling out of the hammock, Bryan hurried through his bedroom, quickly stripping out of his clothes as he headed to the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the full length mirror, Bryan reached down and ran his fingers along the scar where his penis had been. It felt nice, but did nothing to relieve the growing urgency to bring himself to orgasm.

Dressing quickly, Bryan headed to Dr. Javier’s office. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong – he hadn’t had any urges to masturbate since the surgery. Now, they were back and he had no way of relieving them. He had to wait an hour before Javier was free enough to see him.

Once in the doctor’s office, Bryan was asked to strip so Javier could examine him. Laying back on the table, Bryan felt like squirming as Javier ran his fingers lightly along the incision line. The doctor’s gentle touch was sending tingles of excitement running up and down Bryan’s spine, only adding to his desire to jerk off right then and there. Finally, Javier grunted and laid a reassuring hand on Bryan’s belly.

“Everything’s perfectly normal,” Javier said. “You’re just sexually aroused.”

“But, I haven’t had these feelings since you operated,” Bryan said, frustrated.

“No, you wouldn’t, would you?” Javier said, a smile flitting across his face. “You were on a hormone suppressor following the surgery. We didn’t want you to disturb your incision during that time. The suppressor has obviously run its course and worn off.” He reached down and laid his hand on Bryan’s testicles. “If you really wanted to get rid of the urge to masturbate, young man, you should have had these removed instead of having that beautiful penis removed.”

“I think you knew you’d still have urges,” Javier continued. “But, I don’t think you considered how intense they would be – especially as they build up over a period of days and even weeks with no relief. You’re going to find your self-control sorely tested, young man.”

Bryan sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the examination table. Javier was right – he hadn’t counted on how intense his need for relief would be. He started getting dressed.

“Of course,” Javier said, a strange gleam in his eye. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t a way for you to seek relief whenever you want it.”

“Really?” Bryan was intrigued, but a little wary.

“Prostate stimulation will bring you to orgasm quite nicely,” Javier said, his face taking on a smug look that Bryan found himself disliking. “You know what prostrate stimulation is, don’t you?” Javier moved up next to Bryan and began rubbing his hand over Bryan’s underwear clad butt. “You don’t have to do much at all – in fact, you really wouldn’t have to do anything except bend over.”

Bryan quickly moved away from Javier’s roving hand, pulling his shorts up quickly and buttoning them. “I don’t think so,” Bryan said, trying to control his voice. “I’m not interested in that kind of sexual release.”

“Of course not. I understand,” Javier said, backing away smoothly. “It was just a suggestion.” He opened a desk drawer and revealed a battery-operated vibrator. “You could always masturbate with one of these,” he said, nodding towards the open desk drawer.

Bryan just nodded as he continued to dress. He wasn’t sure what to make of Javier’s suggestions – and more importantly, he wasn’t sure what to make of Javier himself. Bryan thought Javier’s behavior – especially the butt fondling – was strange. It was possible, he thought as he buttoned his shirt, that the doctor was just trying to make his patient more comfortable in a very uncomfortable situation. But, there was something unsettling in Javier’s expression – that unusual gleam, almost a leer, in his eyes. Finished dressing, Bryan was just reaching for the door when Javier stopped him.

“There is also another very natural release for what you are experiencing presently,” the doctor said, his voice once again professional and sincere. “It won’t be long before you once again begin experiencing nocturnal emissions or wet dreams. That is the body’s own release valve, so to speak. So, don’t be too alarmed if you awake to wetness in your underwear or pajamas. It’s to be expected.”

More confused now by the doctor’s behavior, Bryan nodded and thanked Javier for his time and advice. Slowly wandering back to his suite, he replayed the entire incident over and over in his mind. Every word, vocal inflection, and move by Javier could just have been a matter of misinterpretation on Bryan's part. Then again, Bryan couldn’t get past the feeling that there was something else behind Javier’s manner. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Javier actually liked the idea of watching his penectomy patients experience the kind of frustration he was going through now. He also couldn’t shake the impression that Javier really enjoyed the humiliating moment when he suggested bending over for anal sex.

Anal sex – the corners of Bryan’s mouth turned down at the very thought of it. He had no problem admitting to himself – and now, to his new friends, that he was gay. He knew that sooner or later, he’d come out to his family. That was sure to be an interesting event, he told himself. But, the one thing he couldn’t deal with as a gay male was anal sex. The thought repelled him – hell, it was more than repelling to him. It was physically disgusting – in all forms. He’d no more use a vibrator or dildo on himself, than he would bend over and allow anyone to fuck his ass.

Back in his suite, Bryan stripped quickly and jumped into the shower, adjusting the water to as cold as he could stand it. He let the water spray over his body, his eyes closed and tried to banish all thoughts from his mind. Slowly, his mind let go of his thoughts and concentrated on how good the cold water felt washing over him. It was kind of like meditating – banishing thoughts by paying attention only to external stimulation. He found himself relaxing. Bryan finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in a giant bath sheet. Not really drying himself off, just kind of allowing the towel to absorb the water rolling off his body.

Wearing the bath sheet toga style, Bryan padded back into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed with his eyes closed. He reexamined his decision to have his dick removed, asking himself if he had acted without carefully considering all of the possibilities. Maybe Javier was right – maybe he should have kept his penis. It certainly was beautiful. Maybe he should have opted for castration, or even complete nullification – that certainly would have eliminated his constant masturbation. But, those options carried their own set of problems. Without his testicles, he’d be required to find a reliable source for male hormones to prevent his body from becoming effeminate. And, with hormones, he’d once again experience the need to masturbate. That would place him right back in the very situation he was trying to control – only without balls.

Of course, with complete nullification, he wouldn’t be able to masturbate and he’d still have the feeling he needed to jerk off – pretty much the situation he found himself in at the moment. Unless he didn’t take hormones. And without replacement hormones, he’d develop breasts – maybe not big breasts, but he’d still have breasts rather than nicely developed pectorals. His hips would round out and become more feminine. No, he decided, that wasn’t an option. His initial decision to opt for a penectomy had been the correct one. He just hadn’t factored in the intensity of his urges. The truth was, Bryan realized, he had assumed that his physical desires would diminish slightly once his penis was gone. That’s where the mistake in his calculations had been.

Okay, Bryan thought, he had identified the miscalculation – his original premise was still correct. Without a penis to obsess him, he wouldn’t be able to masturbate. His urges to jack off would remain the same, but he no longer had a means for immediate release. That meant no more jacking off in the boys toilet at school – those had been his least favorite jack off sessions, anyway. He’d never been able to take the proper amount of time necessary to achieve a really satisfying orgasm. Those sessions had always been more mechanical. He’d always been able to control his conscious mind – it was the unconscious impulses and, more importantly, the unconscious physical responses to those unconscious impulses, that had driven him to jerk off so often. Bryan took a deep breath and willed his mind to search for solutions to his dilemma.

Well, for one thing, he could avoid situations that triggered sexual responses. A mental chuckle echoed in his mind – right, he admitted to himself. He’d have to lock himself in a windowless room and even then, it might not work. Okay, he told himself, accept that sexual triggers are always going to be around – they will surely make him feel like jacking off. But now, he won’t have the feeling of his penis being confined in his pants to make him so uncomfortable that he had to jerk off just to get a moment’s relief. And, without the ability to masturbate whenever the physical urges overwhelmed him, Bryan would finally be able to exercise conscious self control of his urges.

Bryan’s eyes snapped open, a smile playing across his lips. He’d found the answer – all he had to do was accept that the mental urges would remain with him. When they manifested themselves, all he had to do was turn his conscious mind to another matter and concentrate on that. It would work – well, it should work. He sat up and swung out of the bed, hunting his clothes. He needed to test his theory. Quickly dressing, he hurried to the café and hoped Jamison was working. He was sure the sight of the cute waiter would get his hormones racing again.

Standing in the doorway of the café, Bryan was rewarded with the sight of Jamison – his glossy black hair slicked back from a razor sharp high right-hand part. Turning, the waiter caught sight of Bryan in the doorway and motioned him to a table with a dazzling smile. Already Bryan found his heart beating a little faster as he made his way over to the table. He waited patiently as Jamison served his other tables. Bryan was sure the stud was purposely bending over a little more often than he really needed to, just to let Bryan have the treat of watching his firm ass. If he only knew that Bryan far preferred staring at his handsome face.

For the first time, Bryan noticed that Jamison had deep dimples when he smiled. Those dimples gave him a devilish boy-next-door look that Bryan found appealing. And his mouth – it naturally turned up at the corners, kind of like a dolphin, making him look always on the verge of breaking into a smile. Bryan found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss that mouth. He swallowed hard imagining what it would be like to be that close to the handsome waiter – kissing him and running his fingers through his thick hair.

Bryan’s daydreams were interrupted by Jamison’s face bending close to his own, that bright smile dazzling him momentarily. He almost gave in to the impulse to lean forward and kiss the waiter. It wouldn’t take much at all, Bryan realized – all he had to do was lean forward another foot or so. He shook his head and returned Jamison’s smile.

“How’s it going today?” Jamison asked. “Where’re your friends? Seems kind of strange to see you all alone.”

“Oh – they’re around somewhere,” Bryan answered. “Just felt like a little time to myself, is all.”

“I know that feeling,” the waiter replied. “You looking for something to eat, or just a drink?”

Bryan realized he hadn’t thought of whether he really wanted anything to eat or drink, “Um, I’m not really hungry,” he stalled. “What would you suggest?”

“Oh – everything here is good,” Jamison grinned. “Looking for something light? Maybe something sweet?”

“I’m not sure,” Bryan admitted, truthfully.

“Maybe you’re feeling a little devilish and sinful,” Jamison said playfully. “Let me surprise you.”

“Cool – I’d like that, I think,” Bryan replied, grinning.

With a wink, Jamison was gone. Was there something extra in that wink, Bryan found himself wondering. He let himself return to his daydream of being close to Jamison – maybe his close friends called him Jamie, Bryan thought. Even though the bat-wing tux shirt wasn’t form fitting, there was no hiding the fact that Jamison had a good physique under his uniform. Bryan imagined the smooth, dancer’s build Jamison probably had – it had to be a dancer’s build because of the graceful way he moved, Bryan decided.

Bryan’s daydreams were set aside once again as Jamison reappeared, smoothly weaving his way through the tables on the deck. Bending low over Bryan, the waiter slid a plate onto the table.

“Double chocolate torte with whipped cream,” Jamison said, handing Bryan a fork. “Sinfully and sensually delicious,” Jamison said. Bryan tasted a piece and had to admit how right the waiter was. The cake was rich, the frosting smooth and delicious. “You know,” Jamison asked, suggestively, “chocolate releases the same endorphins as sex?”

“Is that why I have an urge to cry ‘Oh my God’?” Bryan asked, blushing as the words crossed his lips.

“So they say,” Jamison answered with another wink, before moving on to check on another table.

Between the flirting with possibly the cutest waiter Bryan had ever seen in his life and the seductively rich torte, Bryan’s motor was roaring full bore. There was no doubt in his mind that if he still had the wherewithal to take matters into hand, he would be seeking a place to do so. He quickly finished his snack, making sure to leave a large tip for Jamison as he left. Crossing through the lobby, Bryan could feel his desire to jack off growing rather than cooling down. He paused and glanced around – he needed something to concentrate on. A grin split his face when his eye fell on the entrance to the arcade.

Stepping into the cool darkness of the arcade, Bryan got a couple of dollars worth of tokens and started playing a shoot ‘em up video game. At first, his video persona kept getting shot – but, as he willed himself to concentrate, he found himself not only getting better scores, he was actually enjoying himself. By the time he ran out of tokens, Bryan discovered his mounting urge to jack off had passed. Grinning broadly, he treated himself to another five dollars in tokens and returned to the video game. By the time he ran out of tokens, he had not only managed to get his initials among the top ten winning scores, he found he actually enjoyed the game. And, more to the point, Bryan found the urge to masturbate had passed.

Bryan spent the rest of his time at the resort hanging out with Kev, Brad and Toby. They sat with Brad the morning Toby went under the knife, and organized a party to celebrate Toby’s joining the ranks of those who had been cut. With their support, Toby found new dimensions in his relationship with Brad. Kev predicted that the two would officially be life partners by the time Winter Break rolled around. All too soon, the day approached for Bryan to prepare to leave the resort. He found himself in the thrall of conflicting emotions as he packed. He knew he was going to miss his new friends, and found himself wanting to stay at the resort. But, he also knew Simon and Kev would be leaving just a week after his own departure.

He was, however, becoming more and more uncomfortable at the resort because of Dr. Javier’s attitude. The doctor began scheduling more and more appointments for Bryan. At each meeting, Javier spent a long time asking Bryan about his returning sex drive – suggesting Bryan might want to consider having his testicles removed to alleviate his growing urges to masturbate. When Bryan refused to even consider that option, Javier returned to his recommendations that Bryan consider anal sex as a new outlet for his urges. Javier was always outwardly professional, but there was something about the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that made Bryan uncomfortable. Sometimes, Bryan had the feeling that the doctor was trying to hypnotize him into following his suggestions.

Tossing the last of his socks into his bag, Bryan zipped it up with a sense of relief. He was glad to get away from the influence of the doctor and move on. Glancing around the suite one last time, Bryan hefted his bag to his shoulder and walked out for the last time. In the lobby he found Sam waiting for him. The British doctor grinned and hugged Bryan, telling the young man that he was going to be driving Bryan to the airport.

The two chatted mostly about nothing in particular for most of the drive to the airport – the topics ranged from the various movies they each liked, to experiences in school. Finally, as they neared the airport, Sam got serious.

“Look, Bryan,” he said, glancing over at his passenger. “It’s been pretty easy for you down here since your surgery. You had friends who shared similar experiences. From now on, you’re going to be the odd man out.”

“I know,” Bryan said, softly.

“So, I want you to promise to call me if things get too hard for you to handle,” Sam said, his voice taking on a slight urgency. “I don’t want you to think you’re alone.”

“Thanks,” Bryan said, feeling his throat growing tight. “Kev and Simon said the same thing. I figure between the three of you, I can get over any rough spots. It’s just good to know there’s somewhere for me to turn if I need it.”

Reaching the airport, Sam guided the Range Rover towards the Air Charter field. Only one plane stood ready for boarding – a battered-looking twelve passenger plane that had seen better days. The pilot and co-pilot acted as ground crew, taking Bryan’s bags and promising him the plane really was in much better condition than she looked. Climbing aboard the plane, Bryan wasn’t so sure their assurances were all that true. Strips of duct tape haphazardly covered tears in the seats. The other passengers – all young people headed to San Miguel on the rebuilding project seemed to be sharing Bryan’s initial misgivings. He took a seat and wondered if he should pray for a safe flight or a quick and painless death.

Once engines kicked over, most of the passengers breathed a sigh of relief – the motors had a healthy, deep-throated steady hum that was reassuring. There were no coughs or sputters – one minute the engines were off and the next, they were roaring with power. Bryan just wished the flight to San Miguel was as smooth as the sound of the engines. The small plane seemed to bounce and sway for the entire hour-long flight. Staring out the window, Bryan saw the village grow in the distance.

Even so long after the hurricane, Bryan could see how bad the damage there had been. Piles of rubble stood next to foundations of what had once been buildings. A small tent city stood at one end of town. Looking around, Bryan couldn’t see an airport. He wondered if they were going to fly to the next town and have to drive back. But, that wasn’t about to happen. The pilot simply flew low over the village twice before lining up over the road into town and setting down on the hard packed dirt road.

The plane had hardly come to a stop before it was surrounded by villagers and relief workers alike. But, the first thing that struck Bryan was the heat. Stepping off the plane was like stepping through a wall of hot, wet, sticky cotton. The slightest movement brought rivers of sweat. A woman named Ruth, introduced herself as the head of the school project and herded Bryan and several other teens towards a stake bed truck. Everyone had barely settled down before the truck lurched off, bouncing over the uneven ground – not even bothering to follow the road to the tent city.

Bryan found himself assigned to a round army tent with one other boy his age. Setting up his cot, Bryan glanced over at the other teen – he was about the same build as Bryan, maybe a little shorter. His sandy hair was straight, thick and cut in a bowl cut style that kept falling into his green eyes. He caught the other teen checking him out and laughed.

“Hi, I’m Bryan,” he said, extending his hand.

“I’m Owen,” the sandy-haired teen said, grinning, clearly not embarrassed at being caught checking out his new tent mate. Owen came from a small town on the coast of Oregon and was clearly impressed to find Bryan was from Southern California. Chatting politely together, Bryan discovered they both enjoyed snorkeling and hanging out on the beach. With their gear stowed and introductions over, they wandered down to the mess tent where they found Ruth was already organizing the newcomers into teams. After a quick lunch of a sandwich and cup of soup, the two young men found themselves assigned to laying cinder blocks for the rest of the afternoon.

Ruth took them around to the school where they found the foundation had already been poured and cured and the walls had already been started. A burly man with a big belly and walrus moustache ambled over to them, introduced himself as Jake and showed them how to spread the mortar and lay the blocks in place. Jake showed them how to use a rubber mallet to set the blocks and make sure it was even with the level line that had been stretched. The whole lesson took about ten minutes before Jake turned them loose and let them get down to work.

Bryan was surprised to find he was a natural at slapping the mortar on the previous layer of blocks before setting a new block in place. Owen seemed to have no problem with laying the blocks, either. It didn’t take long before he and Bryan had a pretty steady pace going. By the time Jake called for them to stop for the day, they had managed to lay four whole tiers all the way around the medium-sized building. Once they stopped, Bryan’s muscles – especially those in his shoulders and neck – began throbbing with a regular, steady dull ache. He also realized he was ravenous – he happily headed straight for the mess tent where he was rewarded with a huge helping of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.

After dinner, Bryan wandered down to the rocky beach and found himself a nice, secluded cove. Sinking heavily to the pebbled beach, he rested his forearms on his knees and stared out to sea. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there when Owen dropped down beside him. They chatted aimlessly about the day, their lives back home, and nothing in particular. Noticing Bryan occasionally reach up and rub his neck, Owen scooted behind him and began massaging Bryan’s neck.

“Man, you’re really tight!” Owen exclaimed as he kneaded Bryan’s aching muscles. It didn’t take long before Bryan began to lean back, sighing in pleasure at the relief Owen’s magic fingers was bringing him. Once again, he began feeling the buildup of an erotic delight. He sighed again and was shocked to find Owen’s chin resting on his shoulder, as his arms enveloped Bryan in a tight and more than friendly hug. Before he could say anything, Bryan felt Owen’s mouth kissing the side of his face.

“Just relax and go with the flow,” Owen whispered in Bryan’s ear. “I can tell you like it from the way you were moaning.” He moved his hands over Bryan’s chest, searching for the tender nipples under his T-shirt and giving them both a little twist. He nuzzled the short-cropped hair on the side of Bryan’s head just over his ear. “Mmmmm, I love the way short hair like yours feels when I rub my cheek against it,” Owen murmured.

Bryan surprised his tent mate by twisting in his arms and kissing him hard on the mouth, his hands running through Owen’s silky golden locks. Breaking the kiss for a breath of air, Bryan whispered back, “And, I love the feel of your silky hair between my fingers.” He pushed back and soon the two of them were stretched side by side on the pebbly beach, kissing and playfully biting at each other. It wasn’t long before Owen tried reaching down between Bryan’s legs.

Playfully pushing Owen’s hand away, Bryan wondered how his tent mate would react to find there was only smooth skin above Bryan’s ball sac. Would he be fascinated or freaked out? Bryan was almost tempted to let Owen discover his secret, but decided that was a secret that could best wait until they knew each other better – and maybe not even then. He found himself having to ward off more of Owen’s advances and decided he had better take charge of the situation.

Reaching out, Bryan fondled Owen’s genitals through his cut-off shorts. He liked what he felt – from what he could tell, Owen had a respectable sized package stuffed into those shorts. He started tugging and pulling at Owen’s shorts, trying to get them down over his slender hips. Owen excitedly unbuttoned his shorts and helped Bryan pull the cut-offs down, letting his hard dick spring free.

Bryan straddled Owen’s knees and examined the six-and-a-half inch dick that stood erect from Owen’s lower belly. It had a nice shape, Bryan thought critically – almost as good as his had been. His fingers itched to wrap themselves around the fleshy rod. Obviously, Owen felt the same way because he started jacking himself off. Amused, Bryan playfully slapped Owen’s hands away.

“Not that way,” Bryan whispered seductively, leaning low over his tent mate. “You’ve got to learn to take your time and seduce your cock – get your whole body involved.” He smiled as he reached out and took Owen’s face in his hands. He began by pushing Owen’s fair hair back off his ears and then gently massaging each ear – working his fingers gingerly from the tips down to the lobes. Owen’s breathing grew heavier, bringing an even broader grin to Bryan’s face. He worked his hands from Owen’s ears back to the nape of his neck – letting his fingertips tickle Owen’s neck. He watched as his tent mate’s nipples began to poke up, growing hard.

“Spread your arms wide,” Bryan said. “That’s right – all the way out to your sides.” He slid his hands from Owen’s neck down over his shoulders and began rubbing Owen’s smooth, hairless chest. Bryan knew from many years’ experience just how good his fingers were making Owen feel. He let his fingers glide from Owen’s chest down into those erect nipples. The teen from Oregon was going to learn something new from the Master of jacking off, Bryan thought, mischievously teasing the pink buttons. Beneath him, Owen was twisting and writhing in growing excitement. Bryan intensified his attention to Owen’s nipples, gently squeezing them, making them grow even harder.

Glancing down, Bryan saw Owen’s erect dick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, trickling down along the shaft and soaking the teen’s thicket of blonde pubic hair. Impishly, Bryan lightly traced his index finger along the crown of the purple mushroom head of the cock beneath him, watching it jerk and pump out even more lubricant. Slowly, seductively, Bryan shook his head from side-to-side indicating that he wasn’t about to let Owen have release just yet. Bryan knew it was time to step up the attention he was giving Owen’s tender nipples. He increased the pressure of his fingers on them, twisting them just a little harder.

Owen’s mouth opened in a soundless ‘O’ as the pressure on his nipples brought him to new levels of delight he’d never thought possible. Bryan shifted his hands down between Owen’s legs, fondling the other teen’s heavy balls, running his fingers over the delicate and highly sensitive scrotum. He found he was forced to playfully slap Owen’s scrabbling hands away from his cock again.

“Not yet,” Bryan laughed playfully.

Bryan returned his attention to Owen’s neck and ears, letting his fingers lightly trace circles along his tent mate’s tender skin. He could tell Owen had never taken the time to seduce himself. He had never taken the time and effort to work himself into an erotic frenzy and then go even a little farther. Well, Owen was about to discover the pleasure he could bring himself. He worked his fingers up behind Owen’s ears, grinning wildly as the young man beneath him intensified his wriggling and squirming.

Finally, Bryan decided it was time to give Owen some relief. He traced his index finger along the tender underside of Owen’s twitching cock before wrapping both hands around the throbbing shaft and slowly stroking upwards. Only after both his hands had passed over Owen’s flared cock head did Bryan release his grip. He repeated the process, taking his time stroking Owen, teasing his eager cock. When he felt the first telltale twitches that told him Owen was past the point of no return, Bryan tightened his grip on Owen’s dick to prevent him from blowing his load.

Owen was bucking and twitching so much he almost threw Bryan off his thighs. Laughing, Bryan released the pressure on Owen’s straining dick and began pumping him. Bryan barely had time to move his hand up and down twice before Owen’s back arched and he blew his load. The thick, white ejaculate flew high in the air before landing with audible ‘SPLATS’ all over Owen’s chest and face. When the last spasms of his most intense orgasm ended, Owen lay limply staring up spent at his new friend.

Bryan winked down at him and tapped his nose playfully, “Thus ends the lesson. Learn it well.”

Over the course of the next month, Bryan and Owen developed a regular routine for their days – they worked all day long, usually stripped to the waist, and after dinner Bryan tried to take Owen to new masturbatory heights. By the end of the month, both young men were tanned a deep brown. When it was time for Bryan to board the little plane that would take him to the airport for his flight home, Owen stood disconsolately by the side of the airstrip and sadly watched his new playmate disappear into the sky.

Reaching the airport, Bryan found he had three hours to kill before his flight home. Spotting a salon on the shopping concourse, Bryan killed part of his wait by getting his haircut freshened up. Stepping from the salon, Bryan found he still had over two hours left before it was time for his flight to be called. He finally wandered over to the waiting area, plunked a handful of coins into one of the television sets and bored himself with some Mexican soap opera. When his flight was finally called, Bryan nearly leapt from the chair in his eagerness to get on the plane.

The flight home seemed shorter than his original flight down to Mexico had been. Bryan had barely closed his eyes for a nap when the pilot announced over the speaker that they were about to land. Gathering his carry on luggage, Bryan wondered if his Mom had brought his little brother with her to meet the plane. More likely, the Squirt was down on the beach with Aaron, Bryan thought. Coming off the plane, Bryan took his time making his way to the Baggage Claim where he’d meet his Mom and get his bags at the same time.

Bryan had barely arrived at the Baggage Claim before hearing his Mom’s shout of joy at seeing her son. After the obligatory maternal hugs, Bryan found himself blushing furiously as she slathered him with compliments about his new hairstyle – about how cool and enticing it made him look. Suddenly, he felt a sharp jab in the ribs.

“Aren’t ya gonna say hi to your brother?”

Turning, Bryan was amazed at the person standing to his side. It was Michael and at the same time, it wasn’t. The little brother he remembered was at least a head shorter, still with apple cheeks and a mop of honey blonde hair. The little brother standing and grinning next to him was a head taller, had lost all his baby fat, and sported a pretty radical flattop haircut.

“Hiya Squirt!” Bryan laughed. He rubbed his brother’s bristly flattop and grinned. “It’s about time you got that mop cut. The new do looks pretty good on you.” He motioned his brother to take a step back. “Step back, Squirt and let me get a good look at you.”

Grinning proudly, Michael stepped back, “Grew a little over the summer.”

“You sure did,” Bryan agreed. Looking at his brother, Bryan had no doubt that Michael was going to be one killer dude. He glanced down to see if Michael was still wearing those silly sneakers with the lights in the heels. Suddenly, Bryan realized that Michael had started growing in more ways than was apparent at first glance. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Michael had an erection. Bryan could see the outline of a pretty impressive teen cock under his tight jeans. Bryan hoped his face didn’t betray his surprise. He retrieved his bags and followed his Mom out to Short Term Parking. On the way home, his mind was only half on the questions being peppered at him from his Mom and brother. He was still trying to get over the fact that his little brother was getting erections. Bryan wondered how long that had been going on. He also found himself wondering if Michael had started doing anything about his erections yet.

To be continued…