Fuck! I couldn’t believe it: Kim had no balls. He really had no balls. They weren’t withdrawn, like mine sometimes do; they were fucking gone. I could even see the scar in his ball sac, where they’d been cut out.

I looked down at my balls; I weighed them in my hand: they were heavy. I’d never noticed how heavy they were. What would it be like to have no balls? I thought about how Kim looked without them: cool. He didn’t have much of a cock; it seemed right for him to have no balls.

Did I really need mine?

Fuck! It’s not like I ever wanted to get married and have kids. If I couldn’t be a better father to my kids than my dad had been to me, I shouldn’t have kids; and I just couldn’t picture myself with kids. I couldn’t picture having a wife either, not if she nagged me like my mom did my dad and me; and it would be just my luck to get a woman like that.

I liked jacking off, though, and I liked fucking; OK, so Kim was the only person I’d fucked. I liked it: goddamn, I liked it. I liked his hot mouth on my cock, too.

Would I still want to jack off, if I didn’t have balls? Would I still want to fuck? Would Kim let me fuck him again? Would he suck my cock again? Jesus Christ! That felt good. He was a eunuch; but he was proud of being one. I didn’t think any boy wanted to lose his balls; but Kim had been weird, since the rest of us started puberty, and he hadn’t. The guys teased him about it, about his hairless crotch and tiny dick; but even before I started puberty, I had a bigger dick than Kim had. He always had the smallest dick of any of the guys, even when we were all kids.

Once the rest of us started puberty, he really got weird. I was probably the only friend he had left. He turned me on. He was really cute, but not cute like some of the guys or cute like a girl. I think he must have been meant to be a eunuch. I think, even before he had his balls cut out, he was one. He’s always been different; he’s never been a boy; we just didn’t notice the difference – I didn’t really notice the difference – until after the rest of us had started puberty. Then it was obvious we weren’t the same as he was.

That difference, ever since I started puberty, had turned me on. I almost always had a hard-on around him, and I had jacked off as soon as I had the chance. Sometimes, when he was over, I would go into the bathroom and jack off, because I couldn’t wait until he left to do it.

When he showed me he had no balls, I thought I was going to cream my shorts. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. When he pulled down my shorts and put his mouth on my cock, I did shoot. Fuck! I was hard again thinking about it. Damn! I loved his mouth: his lips were full and soft; I loved his tongue; and I loved having his hot mouth on my cock.

I loved kissing him; I loved having him stick his tongue in my mouth.

He was a fucking eunuch. How cool was that? I pushed my balls up into my body, holding them in with my fingers, and looked into the mirror. My sac, an empty fold of skin, hung from my dick. My rock hard dick, stood straight up out of the way. Fuck! I liked how I looked without balls. I liked how Kim looked without them.

What the fuck did I need with balls?

Walking over to my computer, I sat down and did a search on Eunuchs, and spent the next couple of hours reading about them. I found a site devoted to eunuchs and discovered that Kim wasn’t the only guy that didn’t want balls. A lot of guys on the site had their balls cut off just because they hated having them.

Kim had hated having his; I had never hated mine; but I hadn’t thought it was possible to just have them cut off like some of the guys on that site had. Apparently, some doctors will cut off your balls just for the asking. I also found out that you could cum without balls: all you needed was testosterone; you didn’t actually need balls. All you needed balls for was having kids; and I didn’t want kids.

I read some of the stories posted on the site; fuck! They were hot. I jacked off reading one, and Kim had already got me off ten times, at least.

I did some other reading about eunuchs. I guess, throughout history, there have been eunuchs. Did I want to be one? Goddamn! The idea of becoming one got me hot.

When I saw Kim at school the next day, I asked, as casually as I could – even though my cock was rock hard – “Want to come over after school?”

As before, the sex was good, but in reading about eunuchs and the reason for becoming a eunuch, I realized how oversexed I was. It was all I thought about: I jacked off four or five times a day; I had jacked off in the back seat of our car with my mom and dad in the front. How fucking crazy is that? And that was only one of the many crazy things I had done. I had even exposed myself to little kids, showing them my hard cock. I was probably lucky I hadn’t been locked up for being some kind of sexual pervert.

I knew my balls controlled me. Other guys had their balls cut off to gain control over their lives. If I had mine cut off, and I still wanted to have sex, I could get testosterone - if I needed it. Some guys could jack off, even though they had no balls: they just didn’t jack off as much as before; they jacked off because they wanted to jack off, not because they had to jack off. As it was, I HAD to jack off.

I didn’t say anything to Kim, but I couldn’t get being castrated out of my mind. I read the hot stories on that site. I read all I could about eunuchs throughout history; I read what the eunuchs on that site said about being castrated. All of them seemed to like it. Why wouldn’t I like it?

Kim and I continued to have sex. As much as I liked it, I wanted to be castrated like him. It had become an obsession. I was going to tell him I wanted to be. Maybe the doctor that had castrated him would castrate me.