When I went to my first class, Mr. Avery, my algebra teacher said, “All boys are to report to the auditorium for assembly.” I heard several girls giggle.

I turned to Bonnie Clay, one of them, and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t you hear?” she asked. “The law passed. You guys are getting your nuts cut off.”

“Bull shit!” I said. “No one’s cutting off my nuts.”

I was interrupted by Mr. Avery. “Assembly, Mr. Reynolds,” he said. “Go.”

Leaving class, I ran ahead trying to catch up with Chris. He’s my new best friend and lives in the same housing complex I do. I couldn’t find him, though, and took a seat toward the back of the auditorium. “What’s up?” I asked the boy next to me.” He was a seventh grader, but I couldn’t remember his name.

“They passed the fucking castration law,” he said.

I wanted to ask him more, but Mr. Harris, the vice principal called for quiet.

“As many of you know,” he said, “the Population Control Protection act, PCP, passed. It goes into effect the first of next month. I know you want to know how it will affect each one of you, and that is the purpose of this assembly. How many of you have brothers? Raise your hand, if you do.”

About half the boys in the audience raised their hands. I didn’t, because I’m an only child.

“If you have a brother,” he said, “either you or your brother will be castrated. Only one intact boy per family is allowed.”

That caused a buzz in the auditorium.

“Quiet,” he said, “there’s more. Many of you other boys, the ones without brothers, are also at risk. Commit a felony or serious misdemeanor, and you will be castrated. Cause trouble here at school, and you will be castrated. Also, any parent can – for any reason – request that his or her son be castrated. Parents are encouraged to have their sons castrated, and I predict that – eventually – most of you will be.”

The buzz grew into a roar.

Mr. Harris held up his hands. “Quiet down,” he said. “It’s not going to happen tomorrow, and it’s not going to necessarily happen next month, when the law goes into effect.

“We’re talking about millions of boys that will need this procedure. Castration clinics will need to be established, and technicians will need to be trained. Unless your parents take you to the family doctor to have it done, I don’t expect any of you to undergo the procedure for, at least, two months. Any questions?”

Hundreds of hands went up. He called on a boy sitting in the front row.

“Why are they doing it?” the boy asked. “What right do they have to cut off our balls?”

That caused an uproar. It took a minute or two for Mr. Harris to establish quiet.

“Population control is part of it, of course. The world is vastly over populated, but that’s only a small part of it. If it were, boys could be given vasectomies.”

“In a world as crowded as ours, testosterone is the problem, and the best way to rid a boy of testosterone is to remove his testicles. Medical advances in the last few years can prevent the ill effects of castration without the injection of testosterone or estrogen.”

“I know you find it hard to believe it, but you’ll be happier without testicles and testosterone. Someday, you’ll be glad you were castrated, and most of you will be. The goal is to castrate ninety percent of all boys, so nine of every ten of you is likely to lose his testicles.”

There were other questions and protests that the State had no right to take our balls, but it changed nothing. When the assembly was over, I ran to find Chris. He has a brother, and I wondered if that was going to cost him his balls.

I didn’t have a brother, but I did have a new stepfather, Roger, and he had often suggested that I’d be better off castrated. I hadn’t paid much attention to his rants before, but that was before the law had been passed.

“Do you think you’ll have your balls cut off?” I asked Chris, when I caught up to him in the hall.

He shrugged. “Probably,” he said. “If it’s up to Dad, he’ll let Jeremy keep his. The little shit is his favorite. What about you? Do you think Roger will have you cut? He’s always saying you should be.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I hope it’s not up to him. He’s not my real father. I hope it’s up to Mom.”

I never knew my real father. He left before I was born.

“What do you think it would be like to have your balls cut off?” Chris asked. “Do you have hair?”

“You mean down there?” I glanced at my crotch.

“Yeah,” said Chris. When I nodded, he added, “Does your dick get hard?”

“All the time,” I said.

“Have you ever jacked off?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know how.”

He laughed. “You don’t know how? How could you not know how?”

I felt my face burn. I’d heard other guys talk about jacking off, and I had shaken my dick back and forth, but nothing had happened. It had got hard, but that’s all.

“If you want to come over after school,” he said, “I’ll show you how to do it. My dad won’t be home, and if Jeremy is, we can go in my room and shut the door.”

“Is it fun?”

“Hell, yes,” said Chris. “I do it all the time. I wanted to ask you before if you wanted to do it with me, but I was afraid you’d think I was queer or something.”

“I don’t think you’re queer,” I said. Actually, maybe I hoped he was, because the thought of seeing him naked and hard, made me hard.

He glanced down at my crotch. My eyes followed his. “Do you have a hard on?” he asked. I nodded. “Me, too,” he said.

I think I had a hard on for the rest of the day.

Chris and I stopped by my place to tell Roger I was going over to his house. Mom got home from work late. “I guess you heard,” he said.

“Heard what?” I asked.

“About the law. It passed.”

“What law?” I asked, although I knew full well what law he meant.

“The PCP law,” he said. “As soon as we can schedule you, we’re having your balls cut off.”

“Did Mom agree?” I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

“Not yet,” said Roger, “but she will. Even she said you’ve been a little shit since you hit puberty, and I’m sure I can talk her into it.”

Normally, my reply would have been, “Fuck you, Roger,” but I said, “Come on, Roger. Don’t be like that. Can’t we kind of turn over a new leaf or something?”

“We’ll see,” said Roger, “but you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

“Well,” I said. “Let’s talk about it later. I’m going over to Chris’s for a while, OK?”

Normally, I wouldn’t have asked Roger. I would have just told him, but in more than just a manner of speaking, Roger had me by the balls.

He looked at Chris. “You losing your balls, Chris?”

“Probably,” said Chris. “If either of us gets to keep them, it will be Jeremy.”

“You’ll be better off without them,” said Roger. “Both of you will be better off without your balls.”

“What a jerk,” said Chris, after we left.

We went to his apartment, which was two floors down in the same building. Jeremy was in the living room playing a video game. He looked up, when we walked in. “You’re getting your balls cut off,” he said to Chris. “I called Dad, and he said you were the one getting his balls cut off.”

“Big fucking surprise,” said Chris. “The way you suck up to Dad, I figured I’d be the one.”

“Better jack off while you can,” said Jeremy. “I hear you can’t jack off after you have your balls cut off.”

I looked at Jeremy in surprise. He’s a year younger than I; he's only eleven. Could he jack off? I didn’t have hair at his age. My dick hadn’t yet grown.

“How about you, Reynolds?” he asked me. “Are you getting cut?”

“I don’t have a brother,” I said, perhaps evading the question. I had no doubt Roger wanted me cut.

“What are you guys up to?” asked Jeremy. “Did you come over for a blowjob? Chris sucks a mean cock. At least, he won’t need balls for that.”

I looked at Chris in surprise. His face was red. “Shut up, Jeremy,” he said.

“He does, you know,” Jeremy said. “He sucked mine, and I didn’t have to jack him off or nothing.”

Chris turned and strode down the hall into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I stood for a moment looking at Jeremy. He grinned. “He is good at it,” he said. “He’ll even swallow your cum. He swallowed mine.”

“You’re a jerk, Jeremy,” I said. I turned and walked down the hall to Chris’s door. I knocked on it.

“Go away,” Chris said.

“Let me in,” I said.

After a moment, the door opened. “Are you going to tell everyone?” he asked.

“Tell everyone what?” I asked

“That I’m queer.”

“Are you?” I asked, walking past him and sitting down on his bed.

He shut the door and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I am. Girls don’t turn me on. Guys do. You do.”

“I do?” I didn’t think I turned anyone on, girl or boy.

“Yeah,” he said. “When I sucked Jeremy’s cock, I closed my eyes and imagined I was sucking yours.”

“You really sucked his cock?”

“Yeah, but if you don’t want me to suck yours, we can just jerk off.”

I didn’t know what to say. My dick was rock hard. I didn't think it had ever been that hard. Sitting down beside me, he reached over and unbuckled my belt. I didn’t stop him.

He undid the button at the top of my fly and pulled down the zipper. He stood and pulled down my jeans. My dick made a tent of my boxers. He grabbed it through my shorts.

I came. I had my first orgasm right then and there, soaking my shorts with my cum. “Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, humping his hand reflexively.

“Fuck,” he said. “I didn’t want you to cum so soon. Do you think you’ll want to do it again?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” I said, gasping. “Hell, yes, I want to do it again.”

I hadn’t known anything could feel that good. If I’d known how good it felt, I would have been jacking off a long time ago.

He pulled down my shorts, pulled off my shoes and slid my pants the rest of the way off. “Hold up your arms,” he said, and when I did, he pulled off my t-shirt. I was completely naked. My dick was once again hard and twitching.

“You have a nice dick,” he said.

“It’s not too small?” I asked.

“Nah,” he said. “It’s bigger than mine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…you want to see mine?”

I nodded. He grinned, began humming a strip tease tune and danced slowly, taking off his t-shirt. He tossed it onto the floor. I could see the blond hair under his arms. It was darker than the hair on his head, but I imagine that was bleached by the sun.

“You want to see more?” he asked, apparently no longer worried I might think he was queer. He wiggled his hips.

“Yes, I want to see more.”

“Will you kiss it, if I let you see it?”

“Kiss what?” I said.

“My dick. If I show it to you, will you kiss it? You don’t have to suck it – just kiss it. If you kiss it, I’ll suck yours.”

I was surprised at the abrupt change in him. A few minutes before he seemed afraid that I would think he was queer; now, he said he would suck my cock, and he wanted me to kiss his.

Of course, I had changed, too. At first, I didn’t know whether I wanted my cock sucked, but after that orgasm, I wanted another, and his mouth looked more inviting than did his hand or mine. Yes, I wanted him to suck my cock, and if that meant I had to kiss his, I would.

“OK, I’ll kiss it. Now, let me see it.”

He slid down his jeans, stepping out of them. All he had on were a pair of white briefs. A lump in the front of them revealed his hard dick. He said, “Remember…you promised.”

I nodded. He slid down his briefs.

His pubic hair was light brown, darker than his blond hair. The hair on his balls was curly. He had more hair down there than I did, but I did have the bigger dick. I doubt his dick was longer than five inches. I had six and a quarter inches. I had measured it, hoping it will grow, but it never did.

He stepped forward, holding his dick in his hand. It was on a level with my head. “What do you think?” he said.

“About your dick?”

“Yeah, kind of small, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s OK,” I said. “It’s nice. How big is it?”

“Almost five inches,” he said. “How big is yours?”

“Six and a quarter inches,” I said.

“That’s cool,” he said. “I wish mine was that big.”

“Some guys have bigger ones,” I said. “Don Brown’s dick is bigger than mine soft. I don’t know how big it gets hard.”

“Yeah, he’s always showing off,” said Chris. “I’ll bet every guy and half the girls at school have seen his dick. Well, are you going to do it?”

“What?”

“What you promised, kiss my dick.”

“OK,” I said. “Just a kiss, though. I’m not going to suck it.”

“Just a kiss,” said Chris.

He stepped to the edge of the bed. I leaned forward to kiss it. A drop of moisture dripped from it. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, that. It’s precum,” he said. “It tastes good. I taste mine all the time. It won’t hurt you.”

“Maybe I’ll just kiss the top of it,” I said.

“No, I want a French kiss,” he said. “I want some tongue on my dick.”

“You didn’t say anything about a French kiss,” I said.

He reached down, grabbing my dick. “Of fuck,” I said, feeling like I was about to cum again. If he had jerked my dick a couple of times, I’m sure I would have, but he just held it.

“You want a blowjob, don’t you?” he said.

I nodded.

“OK, then French kiss it.”

I opened my mouth, sliding out my tongue. Reaching around, he grabbed the back of my head, pulling it toward him. His dick slid into my mouth.

Although I opened my eyes in surprise, I didn’t pull away. His dick was rock hard beneath the soft outer skin. The head of it was round and soft.

It struck the back of my throat; I gagged. “Just relax,” he said, pulling it out some. “You’ll get used to it. I can take all of Jeremy’s dick, and his is bigger than mine.”

He slid his dick in again; it struck the back of my throat; I gagged, but not a badly as before. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said.

I could taste him; he was a little sour and a little sweet all at the same time. His smell filled my nostrils. He smelled like boy; and I loved it.

I was sucking his cock, I guess. I wasn’t actually sucking it, which is what I thought cock sucking meant. He was sliding it in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth like a dog fucks a bitch, and I loved it.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” he said, pulling my head to him, shoving his dick in all the way. I felt his hot spunk strike the back of my throat.

It surprised me, shocked me a little, I guess. The taste was pungent, weird, unlike anything I’d ever tasted.

I swallowed it; I swallowed his cum. He still humped my mouth, but I felt his dick soften. A moment later, he pulled it from my mouth. It hung down from his crotch, about half hard.

I had just sucked his cock. He had just cum in my mouth, and I had swallowed it. Boys called other boys cocksucker, as if that were the worst insult, but I was one. I had just sucked a cock.

He pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, staring down into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you. Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “It tastes weird, though. I didn’t know you were going to shoot into my mouth.”

“You’ll get used to the taste,” he said. “I like how it tastes now.”

“What makes you think I’ll do it again?” I asked.

“Because you want me. You want me as much as I want you. I knew when you said you’d come over that you’d suck my cock. You want to suck it again, don’t you?”

I nodded.

He kissed me, running his tongue into my mouth. I felt him smile. “What is it?” I said.

“You taste like spunk,” he said.

“No shit,” I said. “I wonder why. I never said you could shoot in my mouth.”

“You liked it, though,” Chris said. “Tell me you didn’t like it.”

I shrugged. “It was OK.”

“OK, bull. You liked it. Say it. Tell me you liked it.”

“OK, OK, I liked it. Are you satisfied?”

“No,” he said, “but you suck it five or six more times, and I might be.”

“Can you shoot that many times?” In the movies I’d seen, the guys had only made love to the girls once – twice at the most.

“With you sucking my dick, I bet I could do it ten times, at least,” he said.

“Are you going to suck mine?” I asked.

“We’ll do a sixty-nine,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’ll show you,” he said. “Scoot all the way onto the bed.” I did, and scooted around until his head was at my crotch and my head was at his. “Suck mine, and I’ll suck yours at the same time.”

I took his dick into my mouth, and I felt his hot mouth on mine. I came right away. Almost as soon as I felt his lips close around my dick, I came.

I humped his mouth, letting his dick slide out of my mouth. All that existed for me was the hot spunk spewing from my dick, that and his hot mouth. It felt even better this time than it did that first time, when he grabbed hold of my dick, and I hadn’t thought anything could beat that.

I relaxed, spent for the moment, but he continued licking my cock. Before long, I was hard again, humping his mouth slowly. He pulled his mouth away. “Hey, no fair,” he said, “You have to do me, too.”

I took his dick back into my mouth. With his mouth on mine, it was hard to concentrate on sucking his, but before long, I felt his hot spunk spurt into my mouth. As soon as I did, I came into his.

I looked up when I heard the door open. It was Jeremy. “I figured you guys were up to something,” he said. “Who’s first?”

“What do you mean, who’s first?” Chris said.

“Who’s giving me a blowjob first?” said Jeremy. “I want one from each of you.”

“What makes you think either of us is blowing you?” Chris asked.

“If you don’t, I’m telling Dad about this little get together when he gets home, and I’ll suggest that he tells Fuckface’s mom and dad. Maybe they’ll decide to have you guys cut right away.”

Chris looked at me. “Will you give Jeremy a blowjob?” he asked. “He will tell, if we don’t.”

I shrugged. I had sucked Chris’s cock, after all. Sucking Jeremy’s wouldn’t make me any more queer than I already was, and although Jeremy was a jerk, he was cute. He looked a lot like Chris, and I thought Chris was beautiful. “OK,” I said.

Jeremy undressed and climbed onto the bed. His dick was bigger than Chris’s, maybe as big as mine, but he had less hair. It was hard with precum dripping from its end.

I slid down, taking his dick into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he humped my mouth, shoving his dick in as far as it would go. I gagged several times, but it wasn’t long before he came, his hot spunk gushing into my mouth.

I swallowed it. I was starting to like the taste of it.

He pulled me up. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached down, grabbed my cock, and began jacking me off. He watched as I shot onto the bed.

“Your turn,” he said to Chris, who proceeded to blow him. Jeremy didn’t jack Chris off afterward.

“Do you guys fuck?” Jeremy asked, as he lay back, recovering from his last orgasm.

“This is our first time to do anything,” said Chris.

“I want to watch you guys fuck,” said Jeremy.

Chris looked at me. “Do you want to?” he asked. He was clearly interested.

“How do we fuck?” I asked. I had an idea, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“One of us sticks his dick in the other guy’s ass,” he said.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” said Chris, “but it would probably hurt more for you to fuck me than it would for me to fuck you. Your dick is bigger.”

“OK,” I said, “you can fuck me.”

Shit, a couple hours before I hadn’t even jacked off – I still hadn’t, although I guess both Chris and Jeremy had jacked me off. Now, I had given two blowjobs, and I was about to let Chris fuck me.

What a difference a day makes. Hell, what a difference a couple of hours can make.

Chris jumped up. “I’ll get some lube,” he said. “Dad keeps some in his room.” He ran down the hall returning a couple of minutes later with a tube of lube in his hand. He grinned. “This might be fun.”

He smeared the lube all over his middle finger and on his dick. “Raise your legs,” he said. When I did, he stuck his finger up my ass, pushing it in and out.

After a few minutes, he scooted up until the head of his dick was pressing against my hole.

At first, I didn’t think it would go in, but then I felt it slide past my sphincter. I liked it. I wasn’t sure at first I would, but I did. I liked it a lot.

Chris fucked me, pounding his pubic bone against the cheeks of my ass. My dick was hard, and before I knew it, my hand was wrapped around it, and I was pumping it in time with Chris.

He stiffened and moaned, and I shot onto my stomach, watching my white spunk spurt onto it.

Jeremy fucked me next, while Chris sucked me. After that, both Jeremy and I fucked Chris. Jeremy wouldn’t blow us or let us fuck him, but I decided he wasn’t a bad kid, after all. He’s spoiled and sometimes treats Chris like shit, but he was an active participant in our games, and I guessed we needn’t worry that he would tell on us.

I lost count of how many times we came, but Chris and I probably came ten times apiece, and Jeremy was probably good for five or six times.

Chris and I took a shower together afterward. “Do you want to come back tomorrow?” he asked.

I looked down at my dick. It was red and soft and felt a little sore. I wasn’t sure it would ever get hard again. “Yeah.” I laughed. “If I’m still alive. I’m wiped. I flopped my dick back and forth with my forefinger and thumb. Do you think I killed it?”

Chris grinned. “Nah. I bet you’ll wake up with a hard-on in the morning. Don’t you every day? I know I do.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I do, too.”

“Don’t jack off,” he said. “You’ll probably want to. I do every morning, but I won’t, if you won’t. Save if for tomorrow afternoon.”

“OK,” I said.

I didn’t, though. I awoke the next morning with a hard-on and jacked off, shooting my cum onto my stomach.

“Did you jack off?” Chris asked, when he saw me at school.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

He laughed. “I did, too,” he said. “You coming over after school?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Will Jeremy be there?”

“Probably,” said Chris. “I think he enjoyed himself.”

“He’s not so bad,” I said.

“Nah, he’s not so bad as he makes out. He’s kind of cute, isn’t he? Do you think it’s weird that I’m hot for my little brother?” He looked into my eyes. “I’m not as hot for him as I am for you, though.”

“I like you better, too,” I said, “but the little shit is hot.”

I grinned and rolled my eyes. Yesterday at this time, I wouldn’t have admitted I was gay, and today, I was talking about how hot Chris’s little brother was.

Well, he is hot, and he’s not so little, only a year younger than I. His dick is bigger than Chris’s and is as big as mine.

Jeremy did join us that night. Chris gave him a blowjob, and I let him fuck me. I like sucking Chris’s cock, but I prefer to have Jeremy’s cock up my ass. It’s big enough to hit all the right spots.

Jeremy came twice; I came three times; and Chris came four times. We wrestled and played video games in the nude – somehow that made them more fun. The three of us took a shower together; then I went home.

At the dinner table that night, Roger spoiled it all by saying, “We should have him castrated.”

“No,” I said. I had just discovered sex, and I loved it. Was it true that after your balls were cut off you couldn’t cum? I didn’t want to find out.

Mom looked at me. “I think Roger’s right,” she said. I wish we could have had it done before you hit puberty, but better late than never.”

“No, Mom. I don’t want to have my balls cut off.”

“You’ll be a better kid without them,” Roger said.

“It doesn’t hurt, Honey,” she said, and I’m told boys come to like being eunuchs. I’m sure you will.”

“Did he talk you into it?” I asked, looking at Roger.

Mom hesitated. “Not exactly,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about having you done. Roger convinced me, I guess, but I think he’s right. Give it some time, and I think you’ll like it, too.”

I couldn’t very well tell her that I’d just discovered sex, that I was fucking Chris and being fucked by Chris and his little brother. If I told her that, she probably wouldn’t wait for the castration clinics to be up and running. She’d take me to the doc and have me done tomorrow.

I argued; I pleaded; but both of them said I was to be castrated. “It’s not like it’s happening tomorrow,” Mom said. “It might be three or four months, maybe longer, depending on how long it takes to get an appointment for you. It’s for the best, Hon. Believe me. I’m doing this as much for you as I am for Roger and me.”

Roger sat across from me grinning.

I lay in bed that night, holding my balls in my hand, weighing each of them. What would it be like to reach down and find nothing but an empty sac? Would I still be able to cum. Would I want to try?

“I’m getting cut,” I told Chris the next day at school.

“Me, too,” said Chris. “Dad told me last night.”

“When?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” said Chris. “Whenever they can schedule me.”

“How about Jeremy? Is he getting cut?”

“I don’t guess so,” said Chris. “Dad didn’t say, but after Dad told me I was getting cut, Jeremy came into my room and told me he wasn’t. He must have felt sorry for me, because he gave me a hand job. He sort of ruined it, though. When I spurted, he said, “You won’t be able to spurt after you’re cut.”

“Is that for real?” I asked.

“That’s what I hear,” said Chris.

It took them a month to get the castration clinics up and running. They had to train the techs that would do the castrations.

I remember the first day a boy came to school after being cut. A bunch of us crowded around him asking questions.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not when he cuts them off,” he said. “A nurse gives you shots first, and they hurt some, but I didn’t feel nothing when the tech cut them off. Do you guy want to see them?”

“Your balls?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “They put them in a bottle and let you take them home, if you want them.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle.

His balls floated in a liquid in the bottle and looked like a couple of white eggs with pink skin hanging off them. That surprised me. I didn’t know they would be white.

“Let me see,” someone said, and I passed him the bottle.

“Can you still jack off,” another boy asked.

“Yeah,” the boy said.

“Do you shoot?” I asked. I thought being able to shoot was super. It was what set boys apart from girls. Girls couldn’t shoot. I loved watching the white spunk shoot out of my dick; I loved watching it shoot out of Chris’s dick; I even loved watching Jeremy shoot. Even more, I loved having them shoot into my mouth. I had decided I liked the taste of spunk.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess not much of what you shoot comes from your balls. The nurse told me most of that comes from your prostate. She said that would change, that without balls, my prostate would stop producing the fluid, and that – eventually – if I shot at all, all I would shoot would be a little clear fluid. She said it didn’t really matter, because I would probably lose my desire to masturbate. She said few boys jack off after a few months of not having balls.”

“That sucks,” a boy said.

I looked at Chris and said, “Yeah, that sucks.”

Chris nodded.

The kid was an instant celebrity. More and more boys gathered around asking the same questions over and over. He didn’t seem to mind; he kept answering them.

I’m glad Chris and I were among the first; we got to see his balls; I got to hold them. He no longer handed them over; I guess he was afraid he wouldn’t get them back; he just held them up for others to see.

I poked Chris and gestured with a tilt of my head, “Let’s go.”

He nodded.

We worked our way through the crowd. At the crowd’s edge stood a group of girls. Bonnie Clay, the girl from my Algebra class, was one of them.

“Hey, Jase,” she said.

“Hey,” I said.

“Did you see his balls?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Will you show me yours, when you get cut?” she asked.

She always teased me about getting cut, and I always denied that I was. “Who says I’m getting cut?”

“Your dad works with my dad,” she said. “He told my dad he was having you cut.”

“He’s not my dad,” I said. “He’s my stepdad.”

“So,” she said, “You’re still getting cut. You want to come over?”

I looked at Chris and then back at her. “Over to your house?” She nodded. “Why?” I asked.

“To show me your balls.”

“I still have them,” I said.

“I want to see them before they’re cut off,” she said.

“What do I get out of it?” I asked.

“I’ll show you my tits.” Her two friends giggled.

I looked back at Chris. He rolled his eyes.

“Look,” she said, “I know you guys are gay and don’t like girls. All I want to do is look, and I figure you guys are safe.”

“What makes you think we’re gay?” I asked

“Are you kidding me?” she said. “You guys are in love. It’s obvious from the way you look at each other: you’re always together; and you use any excuse to touch each other. Sometimes, I think it’s all you can do to keep from kissing in the hall.”

Again, I looked at Chris. He shrugged. “Is it that obvious?” I asked, surprised at my relief that others knew, that I no longer had to keep it hidden.

“Hell, yes,” she said. “Everybody knows. It’s no big deal. You’re getting your balls cut off. What difference does it make that you’re gay? Pretty soon you won’t be able to do anything, anyway. Will you come over? Chris can come.”

Although girls didn’t turn me on, I was curious, and I had never seen a girl’s tits, not tits on a real live girl, anyway. I’d seen pictures, and I had seen movies, but that’s not the same.

“What do you think?” I asked Chris.

He shrugged again. “I don’t care,” he said. “I’m up for it.”

Suddenly inspired, I said, “You’ve got to show us more than your tits.”

Bonnie hesitated. She looked at her friends. One of them, Susan Lantz, I knew from algebra. The other one I didn’t know. “OK,” Susan said.

“Are they coming?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Bonnie said, “they’ve never seen a boy’s balls either.”

“Are they going to show us their stuff, too?” I asked.

Both girls nodded. The third girls, Karen, I later learned her name was, said, “Chris has to show us his, too.”

I looked back at Chris. He nodded. “OK,” he said.

The five of us took the city bus to Bonnie’s house. No one was home. We went into Bonnie’s bedroom.

“OK,” Bonnie said, “You guys take off your clothes.”

“Why should we go first?” I asked. “You take off yours. I’ll tell you what: We’ll take off our shirts and you take off yours.”

“No fair,” said Susan. “Boys go around without shirts all the time.”

“We could play strip poker,” said Karen. “Do you guys know how to play poker?”

Actually, Chris, Jeremy, and I had once played strip poker, but losing in that game hadn’t been a big deal, since we had all intended to get naked, anyway.

“Yeah,” I said. They were girls, after all. We could easily beat them, couldn’t we?

Boy! Was I wrong. Compared to Chris and me, they were pros.

Susan won the first hand, and the rest of us had to take off our shoes. Karen won the next; Chris and I lost our socks. Susan won again. Chris, Bonnie, and I had to take off our shirts, but Bonnie wore a bra.

“No fair,” I said, “Chris and I aren’t wearing bras.”

“Yeah,” said Bonnie, “but it doesn’t mean anything for a guy to take off his shirt. This just makes it more even.”

I looked over at Susan. “She’s not wearing a bra,” I said. When she leaned back, I could see her nipples pressing against her t-shirt.

“You’ll have to get lucky to see her tits,” said Bonnie. “She always wins.”

Susan won again.

Karen took off her shirt; she was wearing a bra. Bonnie turned her back to Susan. “Unhook me,” she said.

Susan unhooked Bonnie’s bra, and Bonnie slid it off.

Her tits weren’t as big as Susan’s, but they were nice, and they were the first real live tits I’d ever seen. I hadn’t thought that seeing them would turn me on, but it did. My dick got hard.

“OK,” Bonnie said, “your turn. Off with the pants, Guys.”

Chris stood and dropped his jeans. I looked at his crotch. He wasn’t hard. He sat down wearing only his white briefs. Susan stared at his crotch. I was a little jealous. She kept looking at Chris. She’s hot for him, I thought.

“Your turn,” Bonnie said to me.

I hesitated. At least, I was wearing boxers. Perhaps, they would hide my erection. I stood, turning my back to the girls, dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. I sat down, attempting to hide my erection with my hand. I wasn’t successful.

“Look,” said Karen. “his thing is hard.” Susan and Bonnie giggled. I felt my face burn.

Thank God, I won the next hand. Bonnie took off her jeans and sat down clad only in bikini panties. I could see the outline of her dark pubic hair beneath them. Karen took off her bra; Susan took off her socks. If I could win the next round, I’d get to see her tits.

I didn’t; Bonnie finally won a hand. Chris and I had just lost our underwear. Once we took them off, we’d be naked.

Susan took off her shirt. Damn, she had big tits. Karen shucked her jeans. She wore bikini panties similar to Bonnie’s. Her blond pubic hair stuck out the top of them.

I glanced at Chris. His dick, about half hard, was outlined by his briefs. “Get them off, Boys,” Bonnie said.

Hard on or not, I slid my boxers down. In a way, I wanted them to see my hard dick. I wondered if they would think it was big. It stuck straight out from my crotch.

Chris slid off his briefs. His dick hung down, but it was getting harder by the moment. In another, it would be pointing at the ceiling. We both sat down.

Bonnie reached for me; whether she was reaching for my dick or for my balls, I couldn’t tell. I put out my hand, stopping her. “We didn’t say anything about touching,” I said.

“Let’s play another hand,” said Susan.

“We don’t have any more clothes to lose,” I said.

“Then,” said Susan, “if you lose, you have to do whatever the winner says. If any of us lose, we take off more clothes.”

“What do you mean, whatever?” Chris asked.

“Let the winner touch you or have you touch yourself or the other guy, something sexual.”

Chris looked at me. His dick was as hard as mine, if that was possible. Mine throbbed. “You want to?” he asked. I nodded.

Susan won again. Bonnie and Karen took off their panties. Now, four of us were naked, but Chris and I had to pay a penalty. I wondered what it would be.

“Bonnie gets to touch Jase down there, and I get to touch Chris,” Susan said. I knew she was hot for Chris.

“What about me?” asked Karen.

“If I win again, I’ll let you touch Jase,” Susan said.

Bonnie reached for me, grabbing my hard dick. “God, it’s hard,” she said, stroking it.

I put my hand over hers, stopping from stroking my dick. “You keep doing that,” I said, “and you’ll get a surprise.”

“What?” she asked.

“I’ll shoot,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I want you to.”

She tried pumping my dick some more, but I stopped her. “You have to win a hand to jack me off,” I said, and only the winner gets to jack me off.”

Susan began pumping Chris’s cock. “I won,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, but you said you only wanted to touch him. From now on, the winner only gets to make one person do something. Everybody’s naked but you.”

She still had her jeans on.

Karen won the next hand. Susan took off her jeans, revealing another pair of bikini panties. Karen grinned at me. She pointed at me. “You’re mine,” she said, scooting next to me.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and began pumping it. “Oh, fuck,” I said, humping her hand; I came, shooting my white spunk a couple of feet. All three girls grinned.

“Cool,” said Karen.

“You’re next,” Susan said to Chris.

I won the next hand. “I get to touch your tits,” I said to Susan.

“I still got clothes, Susan said, taking off her panties. Tell you what,” said Susan. “You touch Bonnie’s tits, and I’ll let Chris touch mine. The way he plays poker, I don’t think he’s ever going to win a hand.”

I really wanted to touch Susan’s tits; they were bigger than Bonnie’s; but Susan was right. Chris was a terrible poker player. He wasn’t likely to win a hand.

While I squeezed Bonnie’s tits, he played with Susan’s. I kept glancing at them. I was jealous. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

Susan won the next hand; and she jacked off Chris, who didn’t shoot as far as I did. He never does. His spunk only spurted a couple of inches. “How come you don’t shoot as far as Jase,” she asked.

“I don’t know,” said Chris. “Jase shoots farther than either Jeremy or me.”

“Who’s Jeremy?” Karen asked.

“My little brother,” Chris said.

“You fool around with your little brother?” Karen asked, obviously shocked.

“He’s not so little,” said Chris. “He’s only a year younger than I am, and I think he started jacking off before I did.”

“Do you fuck him?” Susan asked.

Chris’s face turned red. “No,” he said.

“Do you fuck him?” she asked, nodding toward me.

Chris shrugged.

“How do guys fuck?” asked Karen.

“They stick their thing up the other guy’s ass,” Bonnie said.

“Gross,” said Karen. “What else do guys do?”

“They suck the other guy’s thing,” said Susan. “Do you suck his thing?” she asked Chris. Again, Chris shrugged. Susan obviously took that as a yes. “I want to watch you do it,” she said. “I want to watch you suck Jase’s dick.”

“What do I get out of it?” Chris asked.

“Whatever you want,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Will you let me fuck you?”

“Not in the cunt,” she said. “I don’t want to get pregnant, but I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.”

Chris looked at me. “I don’t know,” I said, “I’m not sure I want you to fuck her.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss me. I felt his tongue slide between my teeth. He held my chin in his hand. He pulled back, looking me in the eye, “it’s you I love.”

“You can fuck me, Jase,” Bonnie said. “I just had my period. I don’t have to worry about getting preggers.”

While the girls watched, I lay back and Chris went down on me. When I got close, I began humping his mouth, moaning, “Oh, oh, oh.”

“Did he shoot?” Karen asked.

Chris grinned, nodded, and opened his mouth, showing a pool of my cum on his tongue.

“Are you going to swallow it?” Susan asked. Chris nodded again, swallowed and stuck out his tongue showing he had. “What does it taste like?” she asked.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. It tastes like cum. I don’t know of anything else that tastes like it.”

“Do you like the taste of it?” she asked.

“It grows on you,” Chris said, an even wider grin on his face.

“Do you want me to suck your dick instead?” Susan asked.

“Sure,” said Chris.

We all watched while she sucked Chris’s dick. She wasn’t good at it; she kept gagging. When he came, she got a surprised look on her face. For a minute, I thought she was going to throw up. She pulled her mouth away while his dick was still spurting and spit out the cum he’d shot into her mouth. “Eck,” she said, “I thought you said it tasted good.”

“I said it grows on you,” said Chris. “I didn’t like the taste of it all that much the first time, either. I like it now, though.”

Pulling me on top of her, Bonnie guided my dick into her pussy. It slid in easily. I guessed this wasn’t the first time Bonnie had been fucked. She obviously knew what she was doing.

It felt pretty much the same as fucking Chris, although I think his hole is a little tighter. Looking down at her, seeing her tits and no hard dick above her hole was different, and I knew for sure, then, that I was gay. I missed Chris’s hard dick, his hand on it, pumping it, while I fucked him. I even liked his smooth chest better than her lumpy one.

I came, but I knew this was my last time to fuck a girl. This finished it with girls as far as I was concerned. I was glad I did it. I was glad I fucked her. Now, I wouldn’t have to wonder what it’s like to fuck a girl, but I really didn’t care to fuck another one. Guys – Chris and Jeremy – are much better than girls. Now, Jeremy, that’s someone I would like to fuck, but the little shit – so far – wouldn’t let us fuck him.

The little fucker thinks he’s not queer, because he won’t suck our cocks or let us fuck him, but I know better. He participates in our sex games every time I go over to their place. He likes it as well as we do.

Karen wanted me to fuck her, but my dick was soft, and I didn’t think I could get it hard, at least not for a girl. I’m sure I could have for Chris, but I couldn’t for one of them.

“I’ll fuck you,” said Chris.

But Susan said, “You’re fucking me first.”

“I want to fuck someone’s pussy,” said Chris. Susan had said he had to fuck her ass. “I want to see what it’s like.”

“OK,” said Susan, “you can fuck me there, but you better not get me pregnant.”

Chris fucked her, and when he was through, Karen said, “My turn,” and pulled him on top of her.

It took Chris a few minutes to get hard again, but he fucked her.

Later, as we were walking to the bus stop, I asked, “Did you like fucking girls? Do you like it better than fucking me?”

“Hell, no!” he said. “You know me. I’m a slut. I like to fuck and I like to get fucked. Maybe, I even like to get fucked more.” He thought for a moment. “Yeah, I do. I liked to get fucked more, and girls can’t do that. I just wanted to see what it’s like to fuck a girl. It’s not all that cool. I like fucking you much better, and you give better head than Susan. She sucked, and I don’t mean in a good way.”

I laughed. “Yeah, she did, didn’t she? I thought she was going to throw up or something.”

Chris laughed along with me. “Yeah,” he said, “I kind of set her up for that. I let her think she’d like the taste of it. Hell, I almost threw up the first time Jeremy shot into my mouth. I like the taste of cum, now, though.”

“Me, too,” I said, but I liked it OK the first time. It was a little weird tasting, but I liked it.

Although it was late when we arrived back at the housing complex, I went home with Chris. Roger was used to me coming home late.

“Where the fuck have you guys been?” Jeremy asked, when we came in.

“Some girls asked us to come over after school,” Chris said.

“Some girls?” said Jeremy. He wrinkled his nose, as if disgust.

Picking up on that, I said, “Yeah, they were hot for us. They wanted to fuck us. Chris fucked two of them, and I fucked one. One even gave Chris a blowjob. She was pretty good at it,” I lied. “We might go over there tomorrow.”

“That’s not fair,” Jeremy said. “I waited for you guys. I haven’t jacked off or nothing. Don’t you want to mess around?”

I looked at Chris and winked. “Nah,” I said. “I’ve had enough sex for the night.”

“Me, too,” said Chris, yawning. “I think I’ll watch a little TV.

“Come on, Guys,” said Jeremy. “I waited for you guys. I want to fool around.”

I looked at Chris. “Well, I might fool around some, if he would let me fuck him. What about you, Chris? Do you think a blowjob would convince you to fool around some?”

He looked at Jeremy. “Yeah, Squirt, give me a blowjob, and I guess we could fool around. Otherwise, we’ll wait until tomorrow and go over to see the girls.”

“OK, OK,” said Jeremy. “I’ll give you a blowjob. I was going to, anyway.”

“And you’ll let me fuck you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“OK,” I said. “I guess we could fool around some.”

“And you won’t go back over to see the girls?” Jeremy said.

“We’ll see,” I said. “We’ll have to see how good you are. Susan gives good head.”

That almost cracked Chris up, but he did a good job of holding it in.

“I’ll do it good,” said Jeremy. “I’ve watched you guys do it often enough. I know how, but don’t cum in my mouth, OK?”

“Susan let me cum in hers,” Chris said.

“OK,” said Jeremy, “you can cum in mine.”

“Will you swallow it?” Chris asked.

“OK, I’ll swallow it.”

“Then, I get to fuck you?” I said. The thought of fucking him had me hard.

“Yeah,” he said, but then, I get to fuck you.”

“OK,” I said. I was looking forward to it. I wanted the little shit to stick his dick up my ass, “but you got to kiss me.”

“Tongue?” he asked.

“Tongue,” I said.

“OK,” he said.

The kid did a pretty good job sucking Chris’s dick, but Chris’s dick, small as it is, is easy to suck. He grimaced, when Chris shot into his mouth, but true to his word, he swallowed it.

“It tastes weird,” he said.

“You’ll get used to it,” said Chris.

I thought Jeremy was going to reply to that, but all he did was to nod.

I climbed on top of him, grinding my hard dick against his. “Fuck,” he said. “You do much more of that, and I’m going to cum.”

I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I slowed the grinding of my cock against his. I kissed him, running my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back, his tongue darting between my teeth.

I moved down between Jeremy’s legs, raising them and spreading the cheeks of his butt to look at his hole. It was puckered and pink and beautiful. I kissed it, running my tongue in it as far as I could. He moaned. “You want it, don’t you, Jeremy?” I said. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” said Jeremy. “Fuck me.”

“All in good time,” I said, moving to his dick, taking the head of it between my lips, licking the precum from its slit.

I licked the underside of his shaft. I didn’t want him to cum – not yet – not until I was inside him. I held out my hand, and Chris squeezed some lube into it, which I spread over my dick.

I scooted up until the head of my dick was pressing against his hole. I looked down at his face. His mouth was open slightly, and his eyes were closed. I kissed him and shoved my hips forward at the same time. His sphincter resisted my assault, but the persistent pressure of my dick against it defeated it, and my dick slid inside him. He gasped.

I had his cherry. He was a virgin no longer. Chris had cum in his mouth, and I was about to cum in his ass. Nothing could stop me, now.

Not that he was trying to stop me. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” he said.

My pubic bone pounded against the cheeks of his ass. His legs were splayed, his feet in the air. Leaning back, I grabbed his cock, but I didn’t pump it, not yet, anyway. I didn’t want him to cum, until I did.

But I knew that wouldn’t be long. His ass was tight and hot, tighter than Bonnie’s pussy, tighter even than Chris’s ass. I began pumping his cock.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he moaned. I felt his cock expand in my grip. As white ropes of his spunk splashed onto his stomach, I came, shooting my seed into him. It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had.

That night at dinner, Roger said, “We’ve scheduled you,” he said. “November 27th is the day you lose your balls.”

“No, Mom. Please,” I said, looking to her. “I don’t want to get cut.”

“We’ve already discussed this, Honey,” she said. “It’s really for the best.”

“Why?” I said. “I’ve been good. I don’t talk back to Roger or nothing, and I’m doing better in school. My grades are up, and I haven’t got in trouble in a long time.”

“I know, Honey, and I’m proud of you, but Roger thinks you should be cut, and I agree with him. It’s for the best.”

“What about Chris? Is he getting cut?” I asked.

“Is his dad having him cut?” Mom asked.

“Chris says he is,” I said.

“Then he’s getting cut the same day,” Mom said. “Our building is scheduled for that day. All the boys getting cut are scheduled for that day.”

“Can I go see him?” I stood.

“Sit down and finish your dinner,” said Roger. “You can see him tomorrow. You spend all your time over there, anyway. What kind of games do you guys play, sex games?”

“No, we just play video games and such,” I lied. “His little brother is there every day. What could we do with him around, not that we would want to do anything, anyway? We’re not queer.”

“That’s not what I hear from Edgar, Chris’s dad. He thinks you guys are fooling around.”

“Let it go, Roger,” Mom said. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? In three weeks, they’re having their balls cut off.”

Roger shrugged. “Three weeks isn’t soon enough. I wish we could take him down tomorrow and have it done.”

“Can I go see Chris?” I asked Mom, ignoring Roger.

“Go ahead,” she said.

I ran down to Chris’s apartment. Jeremy answered the door. Chris was lying on the floor watching TV. His dad was sitting on the couch.

“Roger and Mom said I’m getting cut on the 27th. Are you? They said all the boys from our building getting cut are getting cut that day.”

Chris looked at his father. “Am I, Dad?” he asked.

His dad nodded. “I wasn’t going to tell you until then. I thought it’d be better for you if I waited to tell you. That way, you wouldn’t fret over it.”

“You guys are getting cut? Cool,” said Jeremy. Chris and I glared at him. “I mean, it’s not like you weren’t getting cut,” he added, seeing how we stared at him. “I want to go. Can I come with, when they get cut?”

“Sure,” said his dad.

Chris said. “Do we really have to get cut so soon?”

“It’s out of my hands,” said his dad. “That’s the day scheduled for the boys in our building.”

Chris, Jeremy, and I went into Chris’s room. I dropped my pants and cupped my balls, rolling them back and forth in my hand, examining each of them. In three weeks, I would no longer have them, or at least, they would no longer be attached. They’d be in a bottle.

“Can I feel them?” Jeremy asked. I shrugged. He cupped them in his hand. “You have big balls,” he said. “I’m glad I’m not getting mine cut off. Fuck, this is getting me hot. I wish Dad wasn’t home. My dick’s hard.”

“Your dick’s always hard,” I said. “Blow me, and I’ll jack you off. If we’re quiet, he won’t know.”

Jeremy glanced at the closed door. “OK,” he said. He dropped his pants.

While I sat on the bed, he blew me. I jacked him off. As I came, I looked up.

I hadn’t heard the door open. Chris’s dad stood there. His son’s mouth was on my cock, and I was pumping my load into it. At that moment, I felt Jeremy shoot. His dick squirted.

I tapped Jeremy on the shoulder and gestured with a flick of my head toward the door. He looked up to see his father. Some of my cum leaked from the corner of his mouth.

I expected his father to yell, to tell me to go home, but he didn’t. He just shut the door.

“Fuck,” said Jeremy. His face was pale. “Do you think he’s pissed?”

“I don’t know,” said Chris. “He probably knew we were fooling around. We leave cum stains on the sheets.”

“I’d better go,” I said. I pulled up my jeans and shorts, which were gathered around my ankles.

Edgar, Chris’s dad, didn’t look up as I walked through the living room, and I didn’t say anything; but that wasn’t unusual.

What did your dad say,” I asked Chris the next day at school.

He shrugged. “Nothing, and we weren’t about to bring it up. I think he saw what he expected to see, when he opened the door, but he probably expected to see you and me going at it, not you and Jeremy. Still, he didn’t say anything. Jeremy was scared shitless that he would.”

That night, after school, Jeremy didn’t want to fool around. Chris said, “Maybe we should cool it tonight.”

“What difference does it make?” I said. “We’re getting cut, anyway. “What more can they do to us?”

“I know,” said Chris, “but it won’t hurt to take a night off, and he’s freaked out.” He gestured toward Jeremy with a tilt of his head. “You prefer his dick over mine. I wouldn’t want to leave you disappointed.” He grinned.

“I like your dick,” I said. “I really like sucking it.”

“Yeah, but you’d rather have his up your ass.”

I shrugged. What could I say? I did prefer Jeremy’s bigger dick up my ass. If anything, it had grown since the start of our sex sessions. It was a little longer than mine and thicker, too. I think his pubic hair was also thicker.

Anyway, that’s why I had an erection when I arrived home. I was horny. I seldom jacked off in the morning, preferring to save all my orgasms for Chris and Jeremy. I must have been at my sexual peak, because I could cum five or six times a day, more on occasions.

I walked past Roger, who was in the living room drinking a beer and watching television. I didn’t say, “Hi,” or nothing, but I hardly ever talk to Roger, anyway. I had never liked the asshole in the first place, and I blamed him that I was about to be castrated.

Shit! It was just three more weeks before I was to have my balls cut off. I wasn’t about to leave any orgasm undone. I went into my room, slamming the door behind me, shucked my clothes – all of them – and climbed on my bed, planning to jack off five or six times, at least.

I was lying on top of the covers stroking my dick, when the door opened. I didn’t have a lock on it. Roger stood watching me. I stopped stroking my dick but didn’t attempt to hide what I was doing.

“Close the goddamn door, you fucking pervert,” I said. “You get off on watching young boys play with themselves?”

“I’m the pervert?” Roger asked. “Who’s the one that makes little boys suck his cock? Edgar told me about how you made Jeremy suck your cock.”

“He’s not so little,” I said. And he wasn’t. The kid had grown. He was as tall as I was and was still growing. Chris was a couple of inches taller than I, and Jeremy looked to eventually be taller than Chris. “Besides, I didn’t make him. He wanted to.”

“That’s not what Edgar said. He said Jeremy told him you made him do it. He wants your castration moved up. He wants it done tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow! Can he do that?”

“Yeah,” said Roger, all he has to do is call the Juvenile authorities and tell them you molested his younger son, and they’ll pick you up and have you done. There won’t even be a trial, since you’re already scheduled to be castrated. The date will just be moved up a few weeks.”

“I don’t want to get cut tomorrow,” I said. “Getting cut three weeks from now is bad enough.” I did a quick calculation in my head. Three weeks at a minimum of six ejaculations a day, would be at least 126 orgasms I’d miss out on. “Can’t you talk to him for me?”

“Why should I?” said Roger. “What’s in it for me?”

“Wha…What do you want?” I didn’t like how he stared at my crotch, at my still hard dick.

“You can suck my cock for starters,” he said. “Maybe a good fuck would be in order, too. Jeremy told his dad you liked getting it up your ass.” Unbuttoning his pants, he dropped them and his shorts. He was hard.

It was the first time I’d see Roger’s dick. Compared to mine – even compared to Jeremy’s – it was huge, a good eight and a half or nine inches long. I felt my dick throb. What would it feel like to have that monster up my ass?

I realized I was going to let him fuck me. I really didn’t want to suck that monster, but I did want it up my ass. I just wished it weren’t attached to Roger. Why couldn’t Chris or Jeremy have a dick like that?

“If I let you fuck me,” I skipped over the sucking part, “will you talk Edgar out of calling Juvie”?

“Yeah,” he said. He was turned on. I could tell. His dick jumped up and down.

“Will he listen to you?”

“I think so,” said Roger.

“OK, but you have to promise to talk to Edgar. I don’t want to get cut tomorrow.”

“I’ll talk to him,” said Roger. He shucked his t-shirt and stepped out of his pants.

Roger wasn’t bad looking for an old guy; he must have been thirty-five, at least. He had a little pot from all the beer he drank but was in pretty good shape. He was a little hairy for my tastes; I preferred smooth boys like Chris and Jeremy; but whatever shortcomings he had were made up for by that monster dick.

I raised my legs, exposing my hole, and beckoned to him. He climbed onto the bed between my legs. It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked someone in the ass – whether he’d fucked a guy, I didn’t know. He spit on his hand and moistened my hole.

I thought that monster was going to split me apart at first, but once it was in, I was in Heaven. Talking about hitting all the right spots…wow! I came the first time without ever touching my dick, and I came again before he came the first time. Usually Jeremy and Chris cum before I do, when they fuck me.

Roger rolled off me onto his back. “How do you like getting fucked by a real man?” he asked.

There was no need to deny I’d liked it. I’d screamed when I had my first orgasm, undeniably the best in my young life. “That’s a hell of a dick you have,” I said.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he said.

I nodded.

“You want it again, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Beg me,” he said. “Ask me to fuck you – no, beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Roger. Please, I want it.” Goddamn. I did want it. My dick was hard again, and I wanted another orgasm like that first one. I wanted to see if I could cum again without touching my dick.

I reached over, grabbed his dick, and began stroking it. It was soon hard. “Do it, Roger,” I pleaded. “Fuck me.” I spread my legs. He slid in between them.

His dick slid in easier that time. I wondered if he had permanently stretched my hole. Had he ruined me for Chris’s comparatively tiny dick?

It filled me, pressing against my prostate and every other hot spot inside my ass. “Fuck me, Roger,” I begged. “Harder…fuck me harder.” His pubic bone pounded against my ass. His sweat dripped onto me, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the dick pounding my ass.

I came. It seemed to go on forever. Nothing else, except for that orgasm, existed. The world – the universe – was that orgasm. It blew me away. I must have even passed out for a moment, because by the time I was again aware, Roger was lying on his back beside me.

He was panting. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re not half bad. I almost wish you weren’t getting cut tomorrow.”

That woke me up. “Tomorrow?” You said you were going to talk to Edgar.”

“Sorry, Kid, it’s too late. He’s already called the Juvie. They’re sending someone to pick you up at school tomorrow. I’m afraid today’s your last day to have balls. There’s nothing I can do. I kind of wish there was. You were good. Shit, you’re a better piece of ass than your mom is.”

I was pissed that he’d lied about talking to Edgar. “You tricked me,” I said.

“You wanted it,” he said. “You would have wanted it, even if I had told you that you were getting cut.”

That was true. My dick was hard again, and I wanted him again, even if he had lied to me, even if I were getting cut; maybe, because I was getting cut, I wanted him that much more. I think I wanted him to spend the rest of the night fucking me.

I reached over, grabbing his limp cock, stroking it, willing it to get hard. “Fuck me again,” I said.

He put his hand over mine, stopping me. “Sorry, Kid,” he said, “I don’t have another fuck in me. You fucking drained me. I can’t fuck like a rabbit like you kids can.” He sat up, slid off the bed, grabbed his clothes, and left my room, shutting the door behind him. A few minutes later I heard the shower running.

That night at dinner, Mom said, “I’m disappointed to hear you’ve been molesting Chris’s little brother.”

“He’s not so little,” I shouted. “He’s only a year younger than I am, and he’s as tall as I am. I didn’t molest him. He wanted to do it. It was his idea.”

It hadn’t been; I had suggested that he blow me, while I jacked him off, but she wasn’t there; she wouldn’t know that.

“That’s not what he said,” Mom asserted.

“He lied,” I said. “He’s just trying to save his balls.”

“Well, it’s cost you yours,” Mom said. “I got a call at work today. Juvenile is sending someone to pick you up at school tomorrow to take you to the clinic. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but I understand Roger already has.

Did he tell you he fucked me? I wondered, but I didn’t say it out loud. Even if I were getting cut, I might want him to fuck me again, and if I told, Roger would be getting cut along with me. Yesterday – before I saw his monster cock – I would have wanted that. Now, I didn’t.

The next day at school, I told Chris, “Jeremy told your dad I molested him; now, they’re coming for me, and I’m getting cut today, not three weeks from now.”

“The little shit,” said Chris. “I’ll set Dad straight. I’ll tell him that Jeremy’s been fooling around with us all this time. Maybe, if I call him, they won’t come get you today.”

“I think it’s too late,” I said. “That’s what Roger said, anyway. He said that once Juvie has a boy on their list, that boy’s getting cut, and that’s all there is to it.”

“You’re really getting cut today?” said Chris.

I nodded. “I guess.”

“Are you scared?”

I started crying. “I don’t want to get cut. They say it doesn’t hurt, but I don’t want to lose my balls. What if I can’t cum anymore? What if my dick won’t get hard? They say some boys can’t get a hard on after they’re cut. It’s only been a little more than a couple of months since I shot the first time. I love sex. I love shooting. What if I can’t after I’m cut?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Bonnie Gray asked in algebra. My eyes were still red I guess.

That set me off. I started crying again. “I’m getting cut today,” I said.

“I thought you weren’t getting cut for a few weeks,” she said. “I was hoping you and Chris would come over again before you were cut. Is he getting cut today, too?”

“No, just me,” I said.

“Too bad,” she said, “You weren’t bad – for a gay guy.”

When I arrived for my next class, I was told to report to the office. A woman officer from Juvie awaited me there. “You know what this is about?” she asked. I nodded. “Turn around. I need to handcuff you.”

“I won’t give you any trouble,” I said. I had thought about running, but I had no place to go, and if I were caught, they would castrate me, anyway. My balls were doomed, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“It’s procedure,” she said. She strapped my wrists together behind my back with plastic ties.

“So, you were molesting little boys?” she said in the car. She drove, and I sat in the back, strapped into my seat, my hands cuffed behind my back.

“He’s not so little,” I said. “He’s as big as me, and I wasn’t molesting him. He wanted to do it.”

“Well, in any case,” she said, “it’s going to cost you.”

“They were going to cut them off in three weeks, anyway,” I said.

“Your balls?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t guess it’ll matter all that much that I’m losing them three weeks sooner.” Although, it did matter. It mattered to me, anyway. I figured I was getting cheated out of a hundred orgasms or so by being castrated early.

“Didn’t you know?” she asked.

“Know what?”

“Because of the molestation, you’re also getting a penectomy.”

“What’s a penectomy?” I asked.

“They’re cutting off your penis along with your balls.”

“They’re cutting off my dick? Why?” I asked.

“Just cutting off your balls doesn’t always stop your kind,” she said.

“My kind,” I said. “He wanted to fool around. He’s been fooling around with us for months. The first time, he told us that, if we didn’t give him a blowjob, he’d tell his father that we were fooling around.”

“Is that right?” she said. “When we get to the clinic, I’ll want to know more about it.”

“Does that mean you won’t cut off my dick?” I asked.

“No, I’m afraid not,” she said. “You’re getting a full nullification.”

It’s a good thing for her she had handcuffed me. Otherwise I would have run. After parking the car, she let me out of the car and led me, her hand gripping my bicep, into the clinic. Jase Reynolds for a full nullification, she told the receptionist.

The boys sitting in the waiting room, those waiting to have their balls lopped off, looked up, staring at me, handcuffed, at the receptionist desk. They, too, had heard, and, I guess, were intrigued by that word -nullification. I wasn’t just having my balls cut off. I was having everything cut off.

I would no longer have to worry that I could still get my dick hard without balls. I wouldn’t have a dick.

The Juvie officer – she never bothered to tell me her name – went along with me to the prep room. She took off the plastic handcuffs, so I could undress. Once I was naked, I climbed onto a table. A nurse, shaved my crotch, painted my balls and dick with some kind of a brown liquid, and gave me shots in and around my dick and balls. The first few shots hurt, but after a while, she stuck me with a pin down there, and I didn’t feel a thing. They wheeled me into a cutting room.

“A full nullification,” the tech said, looking at my chart. “Been a naughty boy, have we?”

They rolled me off onto another table and strapped me down. He inserted a catheter into my pee hole, way up into my bladder. Pee ran out it into a bottle.

I watched as he split my ball sac down the middle, exposing my balls. He clamped the cords to one of them, and cut through the cords with a laser knife. I smelled the stench of burning flesh – my flesh, the cords holding up my right ball. It came loose in his hand. He held it up – grinning I supposed, behind his mask. “One gone,” he said. He dropped my right ball into a bowl. My other ball soon joined it.

I was a fucking eunuch, and he wasn’t through with me yet.

“That was the easy part,” he said.

He began cutting through my dick at the base, where it met my crotch. The cauterizing stench made me want to puke, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Soon, he slid my dick off the end of the catheter, and stuck the catheter end into a plastic bag. “You’ll have to leave this in for a couple of weeks,” he said, as he stitched up my ball sac.

“Why don’t you just cut that off?” I said. “It’s not like it’s going to do my any good.”

“Not my job,” he said. “I just cut off balls and dicks. If you want your scrotum removed, you’ll have to have your parents take you to a doctor.”

They kept me at the clinic for a week. When Mom came to see me, I asked, “Did you know they were going to cut off my dick?”

She nodded. “I didn’t see any need to tell you. You were upset enough knowing you were going to be castrated.

“Does Chris know?”

“I haven’t talked to Chris,” she said. “He hasn’t been over.”

After I got home, although I still had a catheter in my pee hole and a pee bag strapped to my leg, I went down to Chris’s apartment, but no one was home; at least, no one answered the door.

I kept going back, until, one day, Jeremy answered the door. He didn’t look so hot. “What do you want?” he said.

“I want to see Chris.” He was clearly pissed; but wasn’t I the one with reason to be pissed? He had cost me my dick.

“I don’t know that he wants to see you,” he said. “What did you tell them?”

“What did I tell who?” I asked.

“What did you tell Juvie?”

“About what?” I said.

“About me and Chris?” he said.

“Nothing really,” I said. “I just said I wasn’t molesting you, that you wanted it as much as I did. I guess you know the little lie you told your dad cost me my dick.”

I was getting angry. What right did the little shit – or not so little shit – have being pissed at me. I was the one that had lost his dick.

“Well, you cost us ours,” he said.

I looked up. Chris had just come into the living room. “Is that right?” I asked. “Did they nullify you guys, too?”

Chris dropped his pants. His ball sac was empty, and he too, had no cock, just a catheter jutting out of a hole in his groin.

“You, too?” I asked Jeremy.

He dropped his pants. He, too, had an empty scrotum and no dick. “I’m still horny, too,” he said, “and I can’t jack off or anything.”

I was horny. Maybe that feeling would eventually go away, but it hadn’t yet. I was suddenly inspired. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“There’s a way we can get off,” I said. “If you get fucked, if the guy’s dick is big enough, you can get off.”

“Who’s going to fuck us?” Jeremy said. “None of us have a dick.”

“Roger,” I said.

“Roger?” said Chris, his eyes opening wide and his mouth dropping.

“Roger?” said Jeremy, reacting in the same manner.

“Yeah,” I said. “He fucked me the day before I was cut. He has a humongous dick. I got off without even touching my dick.”

“I thought you hated Roger,” said Chris.

“Oh, he’s still a shit, but he’s not all that bad. He’s got a beautiful dick.”

The root of my cock, the part the tech had left, was hard. I usually woke up with it hard, wanting to jack off, but that’s hard to do, when you don’t have a dick.

“He’s home. You want to go see if he wants to fool around?”

Chris looked at Jeremy. Jeremy looked back at me. “We shouldn’t even talk to you. It’s your fault we got nullified.”

“Well, it’s your fault I got nullified,” I said, “so you started it. “If you hadn’t told your father I molested you, I would have just lost my balls, and I would have never said anything to that Juvie officer. Hell, I didn’t know she was going to do anything. I had no idea she’d have you guys nullified.”

“Well, I didn’t know you would be either, when I told that to my dad. I thought, at the most, you’d just get cut earlier. I was trying to save my balls. I was afraid he was going to have mine cut off, because he caught us fooling around.”

“Caught you blowing me, you mean,” I said.

He shrugged. “Whatever.”

I held out my hand. “Let’s be friends,” I said. “We’re all at fault, and we have more in common than ever. Do you know any other guys that have been nullified? I don’t. There are plenty that have been castrated, but none others I know at school have had their dicks cut off. It’s going to be weird after P.E. to shower with other guys.”

Showering with castrated guys, guys with empty ball sacs had been strange enough, but most of use expected to eventually have empty ball sacs. We all just figured we were seeing images of ourselves in a few weeks or months, so no one gave the castrated guys a hard time. I didn’t know how they’d treat us, though. We would be different.

Jeremy slapped my hand aside, but I knew I had him. I could see the hard lump in his groin. He was turned on, too, and I held the key to access the only available hard dick, even if it were on Roger. Chris walked over, but instead of shaking my hand, he put his arms around me, hugging me. “I missed you, Man,” he said.

“I missed you,” I said. I looked at Jeremy. “I missed you, too, you little shit.”

“I’m not so little; I’m as big as you,” but he came over, joining us in a group hug. “Let’s go see Roger,” he said.

We went to my apartment. Roger was sitting in his usual place on the couch watching TV, a beer in his hand. “Did you know Chris and Jeremy had been nullified?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Roger said, “Edgar told me they had.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I figured you’d find out, and I thought you were pissed at them for costing you your dick.”

“I was pissed at Jeremy,” I said. “I was never pissed at Chris.”

“What’s it like being nullified?” asked Roger. “Do you still get turned on?”

“Would you like to see?” I asked. “Come in my bedroom, and we’ll show you. Give us a minute, though. We need to take out our catheters.”

“How much longer to you have to keep that in?” asked Roger.

“Not much,” I said. “I only keep it in to keep my pee hole from growing shut. I’m pretty much healed down there.”

Before Roger came in, we checked each other out. Jeremy still had some swelling in his ball sac, but Chris’s was empty and flat like mine. I still wished they cut them off. They’re ugly and useless. I thought it’d be cool to be completely smooth down there. The empty sacs were just a reminder of what they once held.

“You know what we are?” I asked. “When neither Chris or Jeremy replied, I said, “We’re nullos.”

“Nullos,” said Jeremy. “Did you just make that up?”

“Yeah,” I said, “don’t you think it’s a cool name? We need something to tell us apart from the guys that just had their balls cut off.”

“Nullos,” said Chris. “I like it. OK, we’re nullos.”

Jeremy shrugged. “It’s OK, I guess.” He looked down at his crotch. “Nullo,” he said. “It’s really weird not having a dick. I don’t miss my balls so much – not yet, anyway. They just hung there; oh, I know what they did, but it’s not like I played with them. If I had a dick, and it worked like before, I wouldn’t care if I had balls or not.”

About that time, Roger knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” he asked. It surprised me that he bothered to ask.

We lined up facing the door, three, naked, ball-less, and dick-less, boys. We were still boys, weren’t we?

Maybe, we weren’t. Boys had balls; boys had dicks; we didn’t. No, we were no longer boys. We were nullos. That’s what I would call myself from then on I decided. I was no longer a boy. I was a nullo.

“Goddamn,” Roger said, when he opened the door. “You guys are hot.” Walking up to me, he reached between my legs, feeling my ball sac, sliding it between his fingers and thumb. “I knew you’d be hot castrated,” he said, and I like you even better without a dick.”

“Don’t you think I’d look better without an empty ball sac?” I said, hoping he’d pay to have it cut off.”

“Nah, I like it. It’s a reminder that you once have balls, that you no longer have them. I like your stump, too.” I didn’t really have a stump, only a lump that protruded some when I was hard, as I was now. “If you were smooth, you’d look like a girl, not like a boy that had been cut. Your empty sac turns me on.”

I knew then that I was stuck with it. Oh, well.

I placed my hand on his crotch, feeling his hard cock. “Why don’t you get naked with us?”

He looked from me to Chris to Jeremy. “What have you got in mind?”

“What do you think?” I asked. “You’re the only one with a hard dick, and we’re all horny. Want to fool around?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Hell, yes,” I said.

“All of you.”

That got him three exaggerated nods.

“I don’t think I can handle all of you,” he said. “I do good to get off twice. I don’t remember the last time I got off three times in one day.” He looked from one to the other of us. “Shit, you guys are hot. If I fuck you, you have to keep quiet about it. I’d get nullified, if I got caught fucking you.”

“I didn’t say anything, did I?” I looked at Chris and Jeremy. “I mean I didn’t tell Mom or Juvie or someone important. I told Chris and Jeremy, but they won’t tell anyone. You’re the only one left with a hard cock, and we all want to get fucked.”

“Who’s first?” said Roger, unbuttoning his pants.

“Shit!” said Jeremy, when he saw the size of Roger’s cock. “He stuck that up your ass?”

I grinned. “Hell, yes. It hurt a little, but you’ll like it, once it’s in. I guaren-goddamn-tee it. You want to go first?” Precum was leaking from his pee hole.I glanced down. It was leaking from mine, too, and I suspected, also from Chris’s.

Jeremy was the wildcard, though, and we needed him on board to keep him from saying anything to his dad or someone else. I knew, once he had Roger’s dick up his ass – if he had an orgasm like those I’d had – he wouldn’t do – or say – anything to cause Roger to lose his dick.

“I – I guess,” said Jeremy. He stared at Roger’s dick; his eyes were wide.

“Wait, let me grab some lube.” I ran to Mom and Roger’s room and grabbed a tube of lube from their nightstand. I had discovered it looking for something to lubricate my dick – when I still had one – when I jacked off.

Back in my room, I told Jeremy to lie down on the bed. Once he had, I smeared his hole with the lube, pushing some into his hole with my middle finger. Next, I smeared it all over Roger’s cock.

“Fuck, I don’t know about this,” Jeremy said, as Roger crawled between his uplifted legs. I could see his pink hole, glistening with lube.

Roger lined the head of his monster cock with the kid’s hole. He pushed. “It hurts. Stop,” screamed Jeremy, but by then it was too late. Roger was inside him, and Jeremy no longer wanted him to stop. “Oh fuck,” he said, “that feels good.” He humped along with Roger. When he screamed next, it was because he was coming.

Roger kept pounding his cock in Jeremy’s ass, and Jeremy came again and again. White spunk oozed from his pee hole. By the time Roger came, Jeremy lay, his mouth open, his arms by his side. His eyes were half open, and all I could see were the whites. Roger rolled off him onto his back, lying there panting. “Fuck, he said, pant – pant, “that was good. I love fucking eunuchs.”

“Not eunuchs,” I said, rubbing my stump, “nullos.” I came. I felt spunk squirt onto my fingers. “We’re not eunuchs, we’re nullos.”

Chris stared at me – at the spunk squirting from my stump. “You did it. You jacked off.”

All I could do was nod. I knew it didn’t come close to what Jeremy had just experienced, but – my first climax in two weeks – it was good. I knew, however, it wasn’t something I could accomplish anytime I wanted. It had been two weeks since my last climax, and watching Roger fuck Jeremy had so turned me on.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” said Jeremy, taking several deep breaths in between each fuck. “That,” breath, breath, “was fucking great. I thought he was going to split me apart, but once it was in…” His voice trailed off.

“My turn,” said Chris, but Roger shook his head.

“I got to have a beer, a sandwich or something,” said Roger. “The kid fucking drained me. Shit, I never had sex like that. I thought Jase was good, but that was fucking great. Maybe it was cause he’d been cut. You guys fucking turn me on.”

Puckering his eyebrows in a pout, Chris said, “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“Look, Kid, I’ll fuck you, but you got to give me a while. Let me get a beer and a sandwich – let me rest awhile – and I’m sure I’ll want to fuck you.” He looked Chris up and down. “You’ve always turned me on. I wanted to fuck you, even before you were cut. You guys want a beer?”

“Really?” I said.

“What the hell,” said Roger. “I can get in a lot more trouble for fucking you guys than I can for giving you a beer.”

We sat around the kitchen table in the nude eating sandwiches and drinking beer. More than a little drunk, I said, “I always thought you were a jerk, Roger, but you’re not half bad. You’re OK.” I leaned over, peeking under the table. “I like you, Roger, but I love your dick.” I was disappointed that it was still soft. What was left of mine was hard. “What do you think, Jeremy?” I added, slurring my words a little. “Don’t you love his dick?”

“Fuck yes!” Jeremy shouted. The fucker was drunker than I was.

“You can fuck me here on the table,” Chris said, attempting to clear a spot.

“I’m sorry, guys,” Roger said. “I don’t think I have another fuck left in me today. This little fucker,” he reached over, rubbing the top of Jeremy’s head, “drained me.

Jeremy grinned. “Drained you,” he said. “I thought I was going to fucking die.” He raised his beer bottle. “Here’s to Roger’s dick.” We all clinked our bottles together.

After a few more beers, we could barely stand, and Chris wasn’t as disappointed that he wasn’t getting fucked. He kept nodding off, so Roger carried him into my room and put him in my bed. “I’ll call your dad,” he said to Jeremy and tell him you’re spending the night.

Jeremy and I were both tired – it might have been the beer – so we crawled in beside Chris, who lay on his back snoring softly. Jeremy and I cuddled, kissing. If I’d had a dick, I would have fucked him – or I would have let him fuck me, if he had one – but, of course, neither of us had dicks, so we just cuddled and kissed. I must have been asleep when Mom came home, but she was used to my going to bed early, which I had done, since I’d been cut.

Chris wet the bed, and there was a small wet spot beneath me. I hadn’t so much as wet the bed as leaked some from my pee hole. It was the first day, after all, that I had gone to sleep without a catheter in, and they had told me it might take some time for me to regain control over my bladder.

Too, it could have been the beer.

A few days later, Chris and I were back at school. “Did you really have your dick cut off?” Bonnie Gray asked me.

I shrugged; then nodded.

“Did you get to keep your balls? Can I see them?”

“No, when it’s done by Juvie, they don’t let you keep them.”

“Shit,” she said. “I wanted to see them.”

“You saw them, when they were still attached to me.”

“Yeah,” she said, “but I’ve never seen balls after they’ve been cut out. Guys won’t show them to girls. Are they white like they say?”

“Kinda, but I didn’t see mine up close. The tech held them up, before he dropped them in a bowl, but they were all bloody. I couldn’t tell if they were white or not. The ones I’ve seen looked white, though.”

“Were you really molesting Chris’s little brother.”

“He’s not so fucking little,” I practically shouted. “He’s as big as I am. He’s only a year younger than I am, and he was jacking off before I was.”

Everyone in class turned to look. Mr. Avery said, “Keep it down, Mr. Reynolds. No one cares to hear about your sex life.”

“What sex life?” Randy Snider said, “He’s been nullified. He ain’t got nothing left down there.”

Randy was one of those lucky ones that had neither been cut or was scheduled to be cut. A few other boys in the class hadn’t been cut yet, but most of them were scheduled. Randy was probably the only boy in Avery’s class that would keep his balls.

It wasn’t fair. Randy was a jerk. If any boy deserved to lose his balls, Randy did.

“You want to come over after school?” Bonnie asked. “You can bring Chris along. Susan will want to see him.”

“What for?” I asked. “We can’t do nothing.”

“I want to see what a nullified boy looks like,” she said. “Susan and Karen will want to see, too.”

“What’s in it for us?”

“I’ve got something to show you. I think you’ll like it. Do you still get horny?”

I nodded. “Hell, yes. They say that will go away after a while, but it hasn’t yet.”

“Chris fucked you, didn’t he?”

I looked around. No one – well maybe one or two – was watching. I nodded.

“And you fucked him?” I nodded again. “Then, come over. You’ll like what I have to show you.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll have to come over, if you want to see.”

“You got any beer or anything to drink?” I had decided I liked being drunk.

“My parents have a wet bar. They have booze, wine, beer, anything.”

“Can we get drunk?” I asked.

“Will you show me everything?”

“Ain’t much to show,” I said. “Ain’t got much left.”

“That’s OK. I still want to see it. I’ve never seen a cut boy, much less a nullified boy.”

“We’re not boys,” I said.

“What?”

“We’re not boys. We’re nullos.”

“Whatever,” she said.

Again, Chris and I rode the bus home with Bonnie, Susan, and Karen. Bonnie poured us vodka and seven-up. Fuck. One glassful, and I was drunk. One glassful apiece, and each of us was drunk. When Bonnie said, “Let’s get naked,” we all stripped off our clothes. I didn’t even think about how shocked they might be to see our dick-less and ball-less crotches.

“Jesus,” said Susan, when she saw Chris’s crotch. “They cut everything off.” She fingered his empty ball sac. “You didn’t have much of a dick, but you did have one.” She rubbed his crotch. “Are you hard? Is what’s left of your dick hard?” Chris nodded. “Can you jack off?”

Chris shook his head. “I tried. I rubbed my stump, but I couldn’t get off. Jase did. He got off while he watched Roger…” Chris clamped his hand over his mouth.

“Who’s Roger?” asked Karen.

“That’s Jase’s stepfather,” said Bonnie. “He works with my dad.” She turned to me. “What was Roger doing?”

“Nothing,” I said. “When she pressed me, I said, “I peeked while he fucked my mom.”

“And you got off on that?” Bonnie said. “That’s sick.” I shrugged, hoping I’d sounded convincing.

“I want another drink,” I said.

“Not yet,” Bonnie said. “I want to show you something first.”

“What?” asked Chris.

“What I told Jase I’d show him.” She walked to her dresser, taking something out of her top drawer. She held up a long, object, tapered at the end.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a vibrator,” said Bonnie.

“What’s it for?” I asked.

“Lie down, and I’ll show you,” said Bonnie. She took out a tube of lube and spread it over the end of the vibrator.

Suddenly catching on, I lay down, raising my legs without being told. “Good boy,” she said.

“Nullo,” I said.

“Whatever,” she said, turning on the vibrator and placing it against my hole. It slid in.

It wasn’t as big as Roger’s cock, but placed against my prostate, the vibration drove me wild. “Oh fuck,” I said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” And that’s what she did. She fucked me with it. I grabbed her hand, holding it against my prostate. “There,” I said. “Hold it there.”

I came; spunk shot from my pee hole. It wasn’t my best orgasm, not as good as some Roger had given me, but it beat most I’d had.

Susan did Chris next. Spunk – an unbelievable amount of spunk, two weeks of pent up spunk – spewed from his pee hole.

We had another drink, and the girls, after cleaning off the vibrator, used it on themselves. Karen did me again, and Susan did Chris.

I called Roger, telling him where I was, that I was drunk and couldn’t make it home. “Chris is with me, and he can’t make it home. He’s fucking passed out. Tell Edgar he’s spending the night with a friend, will you?”

“Sure,” said Roger. “Leave it to me. I’ll fix it with Edgar and your mom.”

Roger’s not a bad guy. I don’t know why I was such a jerk to him. I got hard thinking about his beautiful dick. “Let me use that,” I said to Bonnie. She had just got off for the fourth or fifth time. Shit. As long as girls have vibrators, it won’t matter to them that most boys have been cut.

I got off for my third time. I’ve got to get me one of these, I thought.

Chris and I slept on the floor behind the bed, so if Bonnie’s mom looked in, she wouldn’t see us. Karen and Susan spent the night, but they slept on the bed with Bonnie.

Chris wet the floor. Since he’d been cut, that was a problem. Even at school, he often wet his pants. It embarrassed him, and he got teased by boys, but let those boys get their dicks cut off, and they’d see how hard it was to hold their pee without a dick. Sometimes, I felt a little pee run down my leg, but I never wet my pants like Chris.

The next day was Saturday, so no school. Chris and I caught the bus home. “Hello, Jase,” Edgar said, when I came in.

“I never molested Jeremy,” I said.

“I know,” said Edgar. “Jeremy told me he was a much to blame as you were. I think it’s best what happened though, that the three of you were nullified. Now, sex won’t be a problem for any of you.”

“I think you’re right, Edgar,” I said. “I’m glad I’m not thinking about sex all the time anymore.” I glanced at Chris. He rolled his eyes. We went into his room.

Jeremy came in a few minutes later. “Where the fuck were you guys?” he said.

“Shh…” I said, placing a finger to my lips. “I have something to show you.” I pulled the vibrator I’d bought out of a bag. Chris and I had pooled our money to buy it.

“What’s that?” asked Jeremy.

“Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, and I’ll show you.”

“It looks like a dick,” he said.

“It’s better than a dick,” I said, “Now, strip and lie down.” He did.

I coated the vibrator with some lube I’d bought, turned it on, and stuck it up Jeremy’s ass. I had to place my hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming when he came.

“Fuck, fuck,” he said. “That’s almost as good as Roger’s dick.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Chris. “Roger hasn’t fucked me yet. I’m next.” He looked at me. “OK?”

“OK,” I said, “He’s hot for you. I’m sure he’ll want to fuck you next.”

Now that we had the vibrator, I could cum any time I wanted. Although I was looking forward to having Roger’s dick back up my ass, I figured I could wait until Chris had it up his.

The next night, he did. It was as good for him as it had been for Jeremy and me. Although all three of us would have preferred to have our dicks, we were doing pretty well without them, thanks to Roger’s dick and the vibrator.

A few months passed. Our ball sacs shrank. Mine still hung down some, but Jeremy’s was tight against his crotch, unless the day was especially warm.

I really didn’t get horny anymore. I could still cum sometimes with Roger’s dick or with the vibrator, but I didn’t shoot any longer. A little clear fluid, something like precum, leaked out, but that was all.

Jeremy lost all interest in sex, but Chris and I still liked it. He regularly spent the night with me, and we cuddled and kissed, and sometimes used the vibrator. A couple of times a week Roger would fuck one of us. Even if I didn’t cum, I liked having his dick up my ass.

That went on for several months, until Mom came home early one day and walked in on us. Roger was fucking me on the couch, and Chris was on the floor with the vibrator stuck up his.

She called the cops. They took Roger away. Someone came by later to pick up his stuff. Mom had kicked him out. I saw him a couple of months later. “How they hanging, Roger?” I said. It was a cruel joke, but I couldn’t resist saying it. Roger had been nullified.

What a waste. I wondered if someone had saved that magnificent cock, or if they had just thrown it out with the trash.

At least, I still had my vibrator.