Stephen spent his freshman year concentrating on academics and waited until his sophomore year to think about athletics and joining the volleyball team (he was so well known on campus he didn’t have to try out). But his campus-wide fame had its price. Girls were constantly trying to get into his pants, which he found at least disturbing, and sometimes disgusting. And more than a few of his seducers-to-be were guys, more than one professor – and even a janitor one time.

That guys were interested didn’t bother him as much, though he was clueless as to why. But he didn’t ponder it a lot; he just blew off males and females equally. He was, it seemed, comfortable being asexual; that was amazing for a guy his age and with his incredible good looks. There were apparently no typical raging hormones in this young man, for whatever reason.

Late in his sophomore year after joining the volleyball team, Stephen met a fellow player named Josh, who he’d noticed never showered with the team. Like Stephen, Josh was an excellent volleyball player and Stephen found himself curiously attracted to the senior. Josh responded similarly, and eventually they met at a coffee shop off campus. They hit it off and were instant buddies.

Stephen surprised himself by inviting Josh to his apartment, and was even more surprised when Josh accepted. So they went to Stephen’s place. He offered Josh a beer and Josh accepted it. That gave them a chance to talk. By the end of the evening, Josh told Stephen he’d like to stay the night and Stephen said, “Fine by me. You’re welcome to the sofa.” Josh said, “No, I mean in the bed with you.” Stephen quickly nodded and they headed for the bedroom.

That was when Stephen got a shock. As they stripped, he realized Josh’s scrotum was empty. His new friend had no balls. Stephen, maybe surprisingly – maybe not, found himself getting hard. Stephen said, “That’s okay, I want you to fuck me once, then we’ll talk.” Stephen did as Josh requested, and had an incredible orgasm inside Josh, something he’d never expected.

Once the two recovered and relaxed, Josh explained that two years earlier he’d been kidnapped and castrated by two guys that lived outside of town. He knew who they were, but had accepted what happened and gave enough false information to the cops that they still lived in the same farmhouse. Josh even visited them occasionally.

Stephen was tired of being hit on so often and wanted it over, so he asked Josh to take him there. He wanted to see if they’d do the same for him. Josh said he would take him there in the morning; the two slept together, platonically, the rest of the night. In the morning, Josh and Stephen walked to Max’s farmhouse. Max greeted both of them gleefully, knowing Joshua would only bring him a similarly-inclined guy. And he learned quickly that Stephen was indeed similarly inclined, so he agreed to take care of the young man’s desire.

Stephen had heard from Josh what he should do, and immediately stripped. He followed Max and Georgie – and Josh – to the basement and climbed onto the table. He spread his legs and let Max go to work. Max was done in 35 minutes, and Stephen, like Josh before, never felt pain at all. Max showed both of them how to clean the wounds, apply antibiotics, and replace bandages; he also told them to watch the incisions for any sign of infection – mainly pus or reddening skin – and call him immediately if that happened. It didn’t, and twelve days later they returned so Max could remove Stephen’s stitches.

After doing so, Max told them both to keep him in mind if they found out about any other college student wanting his balls removed. He was capable and willing to grant their wish. But for now, Josh and Stephen started – and maintained – a life together as, amazingly as it sounds, eunuch lovers.