"See ya Cody," I said. "I got to go," and I hurried down the stairs to meet the boy. I know that was sort of cold of me to leave Cody like that but he was in a bad mood anyway. He not only had a dick, he was being a dick.

Once down stairs I came face to face with the new boy Grant had brought. He smiled a pretty, but shy, sort of smile and said, "You must be Max. Grant told me about you."

"Max," Grant said, "this is Sky. Why don't you show him the backyard and the pool. If you want later the two of you can go swimming."

As I walked the boy out to the backyard I asked, "Is Sky your real name?"

"Yeah," Sky said. "My parents like being a little different and so they wanted a name for me that was unusual. My dad always says, 'Why be normal?'"

I was dying to know more about Sky, but at the same time I didn't want to be impolite or freak him out by asking him if he had genitals or not. It was sort of a delicate question and I didn't know how he would react.

"Really nice place," Sky said when we got to the back yard. It was very secluded and we were all alone.

As we walked about the pool I said, "So Sky I hope I'm not being too forward or anything but you wouldn't happen to be...." and I let my words trail off.

"I wouldn't happen to be what?" he asked.

"Like me," I said.

"Like you?" Sky asked. "In what way would I be like you?"

"Are you a eunuch?" I asked flat out.

"A eunuch?" Sky asked. "My gosh no! Why ask that? Are you cut Max? You are aren't you! Wow that's really hardcore!"

I felt my face fall. I had really made a fool of myself and I felt like I was about to cry. But Sky laughed and placing a hand on my shoulder said, "I'm sorry Max. That was really mean of me, but I just couldn't help myself. You let yourself so wide open for that. Will you forgive me?"

"You mean you really are a eunuch? I asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm a nullo," Sky said. "At least I was the last time I checked which was about an hour ago when I had to pee. I don't think it's grown back since then. Just like you, I've had a date with the castration table. That's why Grant brought me here, to met you."

"You are the first one I've ever met," I said. "Have you met others?"

"Yes," Sky said. "I've met a few others. But they were all adults, not kids."

"Sky," I said. "I hope you'll understand. I really need to make sure."

"I understand," Sky said. "In the days of nuclear disarmament they had a term for what we need to do now, 'Trust but verify.' You don't want to be taken for a ride and neither do I." With that Sky took a step closer to me. We were standing so close we could have kissed. With one hand he took my hand and slowly guided my fingers to his crotch. My heart was pounding and my breath was short. Through Sky's baggy running shorts I felt his crotch. Sky was indeed as smooth as I was. He had no genitals what-so-ever, not even a little stump to mark the place where his dick once hung. He then reached for me and felt my crotch. The moment was thrilling. We were two young eunuchs who had found each other in a world of boys, a world where our kind was sometimes seen as freaks or considered to be crippled. I wasn't alone any longer. Sky would understand me and I would understand him. If ever I needed to talk he would be only a phone call away. I put my arms around him and he wrapped his arms around me. We hugged and rested our heads on the others shoulders. I felt so wonderful I almost cried tears of Joy.

"I was a birthday boy eunuch," I explained. "They did me on my eight birthday I have two things to celebrate each July 20th, being born and being cut."

"I was cut at ten," Sky replied.

"Who's idea was it to have you castrated?"

"I really don't know. I never questioned it. I always just sort of took it for granted that I'd be cut one day."

"You never questioned it?" I asked. "How could any kid not question something like that?"

"Max, My dad is a eunuch as well. When you have a eunuch dad castration seems sort of natural."

"Oh?" I said.

"My father had been interested in castration ever since he was a little boy," Sky explained. "When he was eleven or twelve he found an internet site for eunuchs and eunuch want-to-bees and his interest became a full fledged obsession. One day when he was taken for a routine medical exam he asked the doctor when they could schedule him for castration. That didn't go over really well. Back when my father was a boy male to eunuch transsexuals were considered sick. They sent my dad to another doctor to cure his mental illness. But needless to say it didn't work. My dad still wanted castration as much as ever."

"What happened when he grew up?" I asked.

"He met my mom, first on an internet chat room for people interested in castration and then they met in person. They fell in love."

"You're mom was on a web site for people who liked castration?" I asked.

"Yes, she understood and loved my dad and he understood and loved her. Ever since my mom was a little girl she always wanted to see a boy or a man castrated. That alone would frightened off most men, but not my dad. He loved her all the more for it. They were married and for the honeymoon my dad was castrated. They were very happy. A few years latter I came along."

"A few years latter?" I asked. "But your dad is a eunuch? How'd they manage have you?"

"When they decided that they wanted me my dad watched as another man impregnated my mom. I know that sounds twisted but they said it was a beautiful and intensely erotic moment. Of course my dad was very jealous while watching a man do the woman he loved. Being a nullo is not always easy. "

"And how did you come to be castrated?"

"My parents never tried to hid the fact that my dad was a eunuch. I knew from as far back as I can remember. When I asked them why I had a penis and balls and daddy did not they told me that my daddy had been just like me when he was a little boy. They explained that he had his boy parts cut off and he was much happier with them gone. He said being a eunuch made him a better husband for mommy and a better daddy for me. They also told me that my mom was happier and loved my father more without his penis. She didn't have to worry about him doing things with other women. As a eunuch he was true to her. I asked if mommy would be happy if I was like my daddy, a eunuch."

"What did they say to that?" I wanted to know.

"They said it was all up to me, but yes they would be very happy if I was a eunuch. My dad said it would make me more like his own son rather than my birthfather's son. My mom said she always liked boys without dicks and she didn't want to worry about me getting in trouble as I surely would if I stayed a boy. I guess from that moment on I knew I'd a eunuch one day. I never stopped to question it. When I was ten they had me done. I didn't mind at the time. It made me feel grown up. After I healed I was very proud to show off my new crotch to my parents or anyone else who wanted to see it."

"Do you mind now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I sort of do?" Sky said.

"What changed?"

"As a little kid I always just sort of assumed that lots of other dads where like my dad. And I assumed that lots of my friends would be cut just like I was going to be cut. When I was cut I was very proud because I thought I was the first of my friends to be done. I felt sure that other would soon fallow. But none did and after a while I realized that I would likely be the only one. I realized just how different my family was. And I realized how different I was."

"Are you sorry they did it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I am. But there is no going back now. I'll never be a boy again. The best I can hope for is to learn how to be happy as a eunuch.

(To be continued.)

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