I said, "Why don't you wait until tomorrow? You don't want to be sore at your birthday party."

"I've been waiting more than a year to be old enough to get trimmed. I don't want to wait any longer."

I took out the PDA Nurse Gordon gave me and checked to see if the boy really was six. He was, so I said, "OK," and I took him to the office. I was getting more boys all the time who were getting trimmed on their sixth birthday or a few days later. It was becoming a fad. For the first two weeks after school started, we were real busy trimming boys who had turned six over Summer vacation.

That night, Jimmy and I went to the Fall dance. We had both grown so much that we couldn't wear our tuxedos. They couldn't even be let out enough to fit us.

When they measured our height and weight on the first day of P.E., all the smooth-boys had grown a lot taller since last year and the bumpy-boys had hardly grown at all. I was 2.3 inches taller and Jimmy was 2.2 inches taller. Ben who was bumpy had only grown 0.4 inches. Frank was bumpy too and had grown the least of anyone in the class, only 0.1 inches. I was glad Frank had grown so little.

The coach made a big fuss about how much us smooth-boys had grown and how little the bumpy-boys had grown. He tried to talk the bumpy-boys into getting trimmed but none of them agreed.

When we found out that our tuxedos couldn't be made to fit us, we took them to the clothing exchange. We had also outgrown the dress shoes so we took them in too. We were not sorry to get rid of the shoes at all.

Because the tuxedos were made of such good fabrics and had hardly been worn and the shoes were made of real leather and almost unworn, we got lots of clothing credits for them. We were able to get really nice matching outfits. We got powder blue pants, pink long-sleeve shirts and dark blue sneakers with yellow lightning bolts on them.

We had a great time at the dance and we won the prize for the best dressed couple. I still had trouble with boys cutting in but it wasn't as bad as last year. I had to dance with Cody again and he was just as bad as the last time.

On Monday, Ben fell while playing volleyball. He hurt his right wrist and was sent to the nurse's office. When I got there after lunch, he was sitting with his elbow resting on a table and his hand up. His wrist and hand were in a big bandage thing. I asked, "How are you doing?"

"Not too bad. The nurse says it's not broken. I have to keep it up in this cold thing for half an hour or so which means I'll miss lunch and I'm real hungry."

I asked Nurse Gordon, "Can I go get Ben his lunch?"

"Sure, but you better hurry, they'll close the serving window soon."

I got to the window just in time and said, "I'm here to pick up Ben Carter's lunch, he's in the nurse's office." When the guy gave me the tray, I said, "You made a mistake, this is a smooth-boy tray and Ben isn't smooth."

The cafeteria worker said, "Once we serve it, we can't take it back. Just give it to him."

When I put the tray down in front of Ben, I said, "You're in luck, they gave me a smooth-boy lunch for you."

Ben said, "Thanks for getting my lunch." Then he started poking awkwardly at his turkey slices with a fork in his left hand.

I said, "Do you want me to cut that for you?"

"Yeah, you better. I'm right-handed and I don't think could cut this using only my left hand. You're a really good guy for helping me like this."

I was a little embarrassed so I said, "You'd do the same thing."

Ben said, "Maybe." After he finished eating, he said, "I'm full. I'm actually full. I can't remember the last time I felt full. Do you and Jimmy get lunches like this every day?"

"Sure, but this lunch has a piece of pecan pie for dessert and we only get desserts two or three times a week."

Ben said, "I'm almost tempted to get trimmed so that I can get lunches like this."

"Why don't you get trimmed? It doesn't hurt and you'd look real good."

Ben answered, "A few months before they started trimming boys, I started doing this thing with my dick. It feels real good. If you and Jimmy had been doing it, I don't think you'd have been trimmed either."

"So, what do you do with your dick?"

"I stroke it faster and faster and after a while I get this flood of pleasure that just washes over me. It's wonderful."

"That flood is an orgasm and I stroked my dick to orgasm twice the day before I was trimmed."

"Don't you miss the flood?"

"I still have orgasms."

"How, without a dick?"

"Two weeks after I was trimmed, I found that it felt good to stroke my smooth place. I kept doing it and had an orgasm that was almost as good as the ones I got from my dick. I told Jimmy about it and he stroked himself and had an orgasm too. It was his first. Two days later, Jimmy and I started licking each other's smooth places. The orgasms I get when Jimmy licks me are better than the ones I got from stroking my dick."

"Do you think I could have orgasms from stroking my smooth place if I was trimmed?"

"Probably. Jimmy and I taught a bunch of smooth-boys at summer camp and all but one had orgasms."

"How many boys was that?"

I thought for several seconds and said, "About 150."

"I'm gonna get trimmed then. Do you think I can have it done today?"

I said, "I'll ask Nurse Gordon." I went into his office and said, "Ben has decided to get trimmed. Can he do it today?"

"Sure. You'll have to help him shower and make sure he keeps his injured wrist above his shoulder." He came out and weighed Ben. He pushed some buttons on the machine before he filled the medicine glass. He said, "He's in pain from the wrist injury so he needs more medicine."

When we were in the shower, Ben said, "You shouldn't have to help me shower like this."

I said, "You hurt your wrist and need help. Besides, I get paid for this and I always help the little boys 'cause they don't wash around their butt-holes very well."

After we got out of the shower, Nurse Gordon had Ben lie on a cot with his right side to the wall. He taped Ben's hand to the wall so that it would stay up after he fell asleep. After Ben fell asleep, he handed me the felt pen and while I marked around Ben's dick and ball sack he said, "How did you convince Ben to be trimmed? Most of the boys his age got trimmed when we first started doing it or not at all."

"He said he didn't get trimmed 'cause he liked to play with his dick and have orgasms. I just told him that Jimmy and I have orgasms from having our smooth places stroked or licked."

"Maybe we should have you give talks to groups of older boys the way you do with the younger ones."

"I think I'd be too embarrassed to talk to groups of boys about having orgasms."

"I can understand that. Could you talk to boys one at a time?"

"I guess so. I'll try it."

When Ben woke up, he said, "So, when are you gonna trim me?"

"We already did it."

I handed him a mirror. He looked at his smooth place and said, "It looks good and I know it will look better after the scar fades like yours did. I wish I had done this a year ago when Mom asked me to. She's gonna be real happy when she finds out that I've finally been trimmed."

"My mom asked me to get trimmed too but it was two days after I had it done. I think moms are more likely to want their boys to be trimmed than dads are."

Talking to the older boys wasn't as hard as I thought it would be and it got easier each time. Three days after I started talking to the older boys, Frank said to everyone in our part of the locker room, "Have you heard? Our two lesbos, Stefan and Jimmy have sex by licking each other's cunts."

I was upset and I think Jimmy was too. Then the school's computer said, "Frank Bush, for using sexual slurs, you get detention for three days." That made me feel better. I wanted to stick my tongue out at Frank but I didn't 'cause I might get detention.

When Ben passed me in the shower room, he said quietly, "I didn't tell him."

"I didn't think you had."

The next day, a group of young boys (they looked like second graders) came up to me just after I finished my lunch. One of them pulled a shy looking boy forward and said, "This is Steve. He wants to be trimmed but he's scared. Can you take him to be trimmed? He's the only bumpy-boy in our P.E. class."

"If he really wants to be trimmed, I'll take him but I won't force him. Do you want to be trimmed Steve?" He nodded and I continued, "You don't have to do it just because your friends want you to do it or 'cause you are the only bumpy-boy. Do you really want to do it?" He nodded again. I asked, "Do you want your friends to come with us to the office?" He shook his head so I said to the other boys, "He wants to be alone so please leave." The boys wandered off. I held out my hand and he took it.

When we got to the office, I said, "Now that your buddies are gone, are you sure you want to be trimmed?"

In a very quiet voice he said, "I've wanted to be trimmed since they first started doing it but I was too scared. I tried a bunch of times to come in but I couldn't. The guys said that it would be way easier if you took me but I didn't believe them. Having you take me made it lots easier. I wish I had you take me a year ago. Do you ever wish you hadn't been trimmed?"

"Heck no. I love being smooth. It's the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish I could have been trimmed when I was six."

"Is it just 'cause of the lunches, showers and stuff?"

"That was part of why I got trimmed, but now that I know how great it is, I'd do it even if there were no privileges."

"I'm glad you never wished you hadn't been trimmed. I don't think I will ever wish I hadn't been trimmed, if I can get through it without chickening out. I'm still a little scared. Can you stay with me until I'm smooth?"

"I sure can. I'll even come into the shower with you."

"That's good. If you didn't stay with me, I might run off."

After Steve fell asleep from the medicine I said, "Steve here said he wanted to get trimmed from the first day but he was too scared. His friends told him that it would be easier if he had me take him but he didn't believe them. His buddies had to drag him to my table in the cafeteria. After he got to the office, he said that having me take him did make it easier. I think we should have some of the smooth-boys, I brought in, make a video and show it to all the younger boys."

"You're right. Give me a list of names and I will make the recording in a few days."

Two days later, Steve said, "Thanks for helping me get smooth. It's great. I love the way I look, the lunches and the showers. Because my P.E. class is the first one to be all smooth, we get a party. We're gonna get juice, cookies and cupcakes. There'll be music and dancing too and there won't be any gross girls."

I said, "I think girls are yucky. I'm glad you're getting a party. It sounds like fun."

After Steve left, I said to Nurse Gordon, "I think we should have dances just for smooth boys. It'll be another reason for the bumpy-boys to get trimmed and it will be nice to get away from the bumpy-boys who aren't nice."

"That's a good idea. I will talk to the principal about it."

We got two smooth-boy dances per year. It was real nice to not have girls at the dance. It was even nicer not to have Cody at the dance and there were not as many boys cutting in. I think it was mostly bumpy-boys who cut in 'cause they are more aggressive.

The day after they started showing the video about me taking boys to be trimmed, four little boys asked me to take them. They argued about who would get to hold my hands until I said, "You can all hold some of my fingers." After that I often went to the office with as many as six little boys hanging onto my fingers.

Eleven days after he was trimmed, I noticed that Ben looked real happy so I asked, "Why are you so happy?"

He said, "I had my first smooth-boy orgasm last night. It was real good. I think it was better than the ones I got with my dick. I can't wait to have somebody lick me there. Can you do it?"

"Sorry, but Jimmy and me only have sex with each other."

"I understand. I'll find somebody else. I wish you were my boyfriend. You're a great guy and you're beautiful."

I knew that I was blushing 'cause I felt my face get warm so I said, "Gotta go. See ya later, alligator." I walked away quickly.

Two days later, Nurse Gordon said, "We recorded you talking to the older boys. If you give us permission to use the recordings, you will get some money now and some for every boy that gets trimmed after watching the video. Also, you and Jimmy will get ten hours a week at the health club instead of five. Do you give your permission?"

I said, "Of course you can use the recording. I want to do everything I can to help bumpy-boys get smooth."

"Talking to the older boys isn't as hard as I thought it would be. I'd like to try talking to a group of boys."

"That's great. You can start tomorrow."

That day I used some of my money to buy a big watermelon on my way home. Less than half way home from the store, I started having trouble carrying it so I said, "This thing is getting heavy. Can you carry it for a while?"

Jimmy said, "Sure." He took it and he didn't seem to have as much trouble as I did. He carried it the rest of the way home without asking me to take it again.

I shared the watermelon with Jimmy, Mom and Jimmy's parents. We ate the whole thing in one evening.

The next day, when I got to the nurse's office, I said, "I don't think I'm as strong as I was before I was trimmed. I had to ask Jimmy to help me carry a watermelon home. Is that possible?"

Nurse Gordon said, "It's possible. Testosterone makes boys stronger. I'll do a blood test to see how much yours has dropped. Do you want me to put some numbing spray on your arm or do you want me to just take the blood?"

"Just take the blood. I have blood taken every year without the numbing stuff. It doesn't hurt much."

Nurse Gordon took a little bit of blood and put it into a machine. A few minutes later the machine beeped and he looked at the screen and said, "Your testosterone is lower than normal for smooth-boys. I'll give you patches to bring it up a little."

Ten minutes after the bell rang, I went to the room where I was to talk to the older boys. When I got there, the teacher said, "I'm not quite ready for you yet. Please sit down and wait."

I sat and the teacher said to the class, "If you do not get trimmed, in a few years you will start puberty. In the late twentieth century and the early twenty-first century people got so much to eat that the average age that boys started puberty was ten. Now that we have so much less to eat, the average age is sixteen but some boys start a few years earlier."

He showed pictures of the body hair and zits that boys get if they start puberty. The pictures were real gross. I think they might have been the worse cases of hair and zits and not the average. He introduced me and I told the boys how much I like being smooth and how I have orgasms by rubbing my smooth place or being licked there.

One boy said, "I don't think you really have orgasms. I think you are lying 'cause they are paying you."

I was real mad at being called a liar so I said, "I am NOT a liar! I really do get orgasms and so does my boyfriend, Jimmy."

"Prove it. Jack off here in front of us."

I was so mad I said, "I would if the teacher would let me!"

Then the teacher really surprised me by saying, "Go ahead."

Normally I would be too shy to stroke off in front of a whole bunch of boys but I was just so mad that I pulled down my pants and underpants, sat on a chair and did it. I had a real good orgasm and I must have looked and sounded funny 'cause a bunch of the boys said, "Wow!" and one even whistled. I noticed the teacher staring at me real hard and he had a bulge in his pants. A bunch of the boys also had bulges in their pants.

The boy that had called me a liar said, "You really did cum and it looked like a real good one. I'm gonna get trimmed today." He must have been a leader of the class 'cause a bunch of other boys said that they would also get trimmed today.

The teacher said, "Any of you who get trimmed today will get two gold stars. Do any more of you want to get trimmed?" A few more boys raised their hands. He asked again and waited a few minutes. Then he said to me, "I don't think we are going to get any more today. You might as well take these boys to the nurse's office now."

When I got to the office I said, "I brought a bunch of boys to be trimmed. Can you do them all today?"

Nurse Gordon said, "I don't know. How many of them are there?"

I counted them and said, "There are sixteen."

"I think we can do that many but you will have to skip your afternoon classes and maybe stay late to help me. Is that OK with you?"

"Sure, I don't have any tests in those classes today."

"I'll call the office and tell them to have Jimmy pick up your homework and not to wait for you after school."

We had four machines (we used to have two but Nurse Gordon had ordered two more) so we had four boys shower together while the others set up extra cots in the treatment rooms. It was real fun helping so many bumpy-boys get rid of their junk.

About twenty minutes after the end of school, Nurse Gordon let me go. All the boys had been trimmed and he said that he could handle everything else.

I went to the health club but the computer said Jimmy wasn't there so I went straight home. When I entered our room, Jimmy said, "I was worried about you. I thought you got hurt or into trouble but now that I see how happy you are, I know those things didn't happen. What did happen?"

I said, "I stroked off in front of the boys and sixteen of them got trimmed. I just love helping Nurse Gordon turn bumpy-boys into smooth-boys 'cause it is so much better for them. Doing sixteen of them in one day was just wonderful."

Jimmy said, "Too bad we can't get Frank Bush to get trimmed. It would make him a much nicer boy. There was a real bad bully at my cousin's school who got trimmed and he got nicer and nicer. A month after he was trimmed, he was one of the nicest boys in the school and he didn't do any bullying."

"Frank is too dumb and too proud of his dick and balls to get trimmed."

Jimmy said, "Maybe we could trick him into getting trimmed. You could borrow one of the machines and some of the medicine juice and we could invite him over for some peaches. (I know he loves peaches 'cause he begged for some of mine once.) When he's here, we give him some of the medicine juice. After he falls asleep, we put the machine on him. He wakes up a smooth-boy and there's nothing he can do about it."

"I have thought about telling him that he needs a checkup and giving him the juice. When he falls asleep, I would sign his form and then trim him. I would love to trim him but neither of our ideas would work and if we could do it, we'd get into a lot of trouble. We could go to jail."

"Yeah, I know we can't do it but it's nice to think about it."

"It sure is."

The next day I asked nurse Gordon, "Will the patches make me start puberty? I have seen pictures of the zits and body hair that boys get when they start puberty and it's real gross. I do NOT want that to happen to me!"

"No, even with the patches, your testosterone level will be much too low for that to happen. It'll be about half what you had before you were trimmed."

"We really had quite a day yesterday, didn't we? I thought you might convince four to six boys. I never expected sixteen."

That day, when school let out, Jimmy wasn't at our usual meeting place. I waited about 15 minutes and then went to the health club. He wasn't there either. After I got home, I did homework in our room until he finally showed up almost an hour later. As soon as he came in, I said, "Where were you? I waited for you and then looked at the health club for you."

"I went to Cody's place. I just had to find out how it feels to be fucked."

I was real upset. I said, "How could you have sex with that . . . that toad, Cody? He's not nice at all. Both of the times that he cut in at the dances, he told me to dump you and be his boyfriend instead."

"It was just sex. I don't love him or even like him. I won't have sex with him again. Do you want a lick job?" The lick job did make me feel better but I was still a little upset.

A few days later, Jimmy put his banana in his pocket instead of eating it. He said, "I'm saving this for later." That afternoon he wasn't at our meeting place again. When he finally got home, I said, "You gave Cody your banana and let him fuck you again didn't you?"

"Yes, but it didn't mean anything. I promise it will never happen again. Can you forgive me?"

I was mad but I loved him so much I said, "I forgive you." I hoped that would be the end of it but a week later he did it again. That time I just couldn't forgive him and I moved my bed away from his and slept facing away from him. I got up in the middle of the night to pee and when I got back into our room, Jimmy was laying in his bed crying. I couldn't stand to see or hear him cry so I pushed my bed back against his and held him until he fell asleep.

The next day, I told Nurse Gordon what happened. By the time I finished telling him, I was crying. He said, "Why don't you take home some exam gloves and a tube of lube and finger-fuck him? That might satisfy him and if it doesn't, I think I have another solution."

"What other solution?"

"I don't want to talk about it until I am sure I can do it."

"I looked at the recording of your talk with the older boys. You were fantastic. We really need to use it everywhere. Do you give your permission?"

"Of course. I love helping bumpy-boys get smooth."

"Good. Just like the first video, you'll get some money now and some every time a boy gets trimmed because of it. You and Jimmy will get another five hours a week at the health club and both your families will get 50 percent bigger food and clothing allowances."

"I don't need any of that. You can use the recording for free. I'm already embarrassed to get the extra health club time and the money for the first video. Between what I am paid for helping you and what I get for the video, I make more than my mom does."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. You're doing a fantastic job. Thousands of boys have already gotten trimmed because of your first video and by the end of the year, we expect the number to be in the millions. This new video should work even better. Please accept your new privileges?"

"OK."

Before I left, Nurse Gordon said, "Be sure to always use lube when you finger-fuck Jimmy. If you don't, you could hurt him."

"I know that. They said in health class this year not to butt-fuck anyone without a condom and lube and not to let anyone butt-fuck you without them."

"I'm glad they're teaching that. It's really important."

That night I finger-fucked Jimmy. He said, "That was great. I won't need to have Cody fuck me again." I hoped he was telling the truth but I suspected that he wasn't. He asked, "Do you want me to finger-fuck you?"

"Yeah, I'd like to try it." I didn't like it very much.

Two days later, an older boy came up to me in the cafeteria and started making stroking motions over his crotch while grunting. I knew that he had seen the recording of me stroking off. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there. The next time a boy did it, I grinned and did the same thing. The boy seemed disappointed that I wasn't upset.

A few days later, the first boy who made stroking motions came in to be trimmed. He said, "Ever since I watched your video I have been thinking about getting trimmed. You looked so good and you had such a good orgasm. I just couldn't stop thinking about it so I decided to get it done. I hope I won't be sorry that I was trimmed."

"I'm sure you won't. I have never met a smooth-boy who wished he hadn't been trimmed. I have met several who wished they had been trimmed sooner."

Two weeks later he came up to me and said, "You were right. I'm not sorry I was trimmed and I do wish I had been trimmed sooner."

Frank Bush had been out of school for more than two weeks. When he showed up in P.E., he looked sad and subdued. Instead of doing gymnastics, he sat in the bleachers. Ben said, "Do you think he's been trimmed?"

I said, "No way. He's too stupid to get trimmed. He probably hurt his back trying to suck his own dick."

When we showered, I was real surprised to see that Frank had been trimmed. Alec said, "You said that you would never, ever, get trimmed. Why'd you change your mind?"

Frank glared at him and said, "None of your business."

The next day, the coach called everyone over near where Frank was sitting. He said, "I know that all of you noticed that Mr. Bush has been nullified. You should know why he was nullified. He tried to rape a little boy. The judge gave him a choice. He could go to jail for a year or be nullified. He chose to go to jail. After he was raped in jail twice, he decided to be nullified so that he could get out. He will not get nullo privileges for one year. If he had been nullified a year ago like some of you were, this would never have happened. I urge all of you to be nullified as soon as possible so that you won't get into this kind of trouble."

When the coach finished talking, Frank started crying quietly. I thought about teasing him for a second but I realized that if I did, I wouldn't be much better than him. I walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry you were raped. It must have been awful."

He took a ragged breath and said, "It was awful but I deserved it. I almost raped that little boy. If the man hadn't stopped me, I would have done the same thing to a six-year-old smooth-boy. I wish I had been trimmed the first day like you were. I was trimmed just three days ago and I no longer want to do things to little boys or bully anyone."

That afternoon, Alec came in to be trimmed. He said, "I am attracted to little boys like Frank is. I don't want to do what Frank almost did. I heard him say he no longer wanted to do things to little boys."

I said, "You're doing the right thing. I'm proud of you."

There are 40 guys in my gym class this year and there were 40 last year. At the end of school last year, only 13 of us had been trimmed. Two boys got trimmed over the summer. A whole bunch of guys got trimmed after they watched the videos I made. After Alec was trimmed, there were only three bumpy-boys in our class. Two weeks later, all of us were smooth. The last three guys said that they did it partly to be like the rest of us. Our P.E. class was the first fifth-grade class in the world to be all smooth.

A week after I started finger-fucking Jimmy, he had Cody fuck him again. I was real upset but I didn't say anything to him about it.

When I told Nurse Gordon, he took a package out of the closet and said, "I was able to get this for you. It's a strap-on dildo with a vibrator. I'm sure that Jimmy will like this much better than being fucked by Cody."

"What's a dildo?"

"It's an artificial penis used for sex. You might call it a fake dick."

"I don't want to wear a fake dick. I love being smooth."

"You will only wear it for a few minutes while you are having sex with Jimmy."

"I can do that if it means that he won't have sex with Cody. Cody's a turd."

That night I used the dildo on Jimmy and he really liked it. He made so much noise that I was afraid that his parents or my mom would come in to see if he was OK but they didn't. When we finished, Jimmy said, "That was great, just great. I loved it."

"That dildo thing is dirty with my poop. I'll go wash it in the bathroom and next time we use it, we can put a condom on it and just throw the condom away when we're through. It's a good thing condoms are free 'cause we are going to be using a heck of a lot of them."

Me and Jimmy always ate together. The next morning we ate with my mom 'cause we ate with Jimmy's parents the day before. From the way she smiled at us I knew she heard all the noise Jimmy made when I fucked him with the dildo. I was embarrassed but I don't think Jimmy was. He had a big silly grin on his face all morning.

We used the dildo almost every day. The vibrator in it could be adjusted by speed and power. We used different settings each time to keep things interesting. Most of the time, I would fuck Jimmy with the dildo and he would lick me but sometimes we would do it the other way, or we would lick each other, or fuck each other. My favorite was getting licked and Jimmy's was getting fucked.

Jimmy never had Cody fuck him again.

A month after he was trimmed, Frank said, "I used to think you and Jimmy were crazy to get trimmed. Now I really like being smooth. I'm so much calmer and I no longer want to get into fights or bully anyone. School work is easier and I'm getting better grades, but the most important thing is that I no longer want to do things to little boys. I don't even remember why I wanted to rape that boy. Getting trimmed was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hope you and Jimmy can forgive me for being such a jerk. I want to be friends with you and him."

"Of course I forgive you. I would love to have you as a friend."

A few months later, I won a platinum medal and we went to another dinner. Jimmy and I got new tuxedos and they said that when we outgrow them we could trade them in for new ones at no cost. This time, we got black sneakers that looked a lot like the dress shoes we got last time but were much more comfortable. A platinum medal is better than a gold medal but it wasn't as pretty.

The end.

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