"Ocean City will get one point for each 10 percent of their penises men, or boys, donate. The country with the most points at the end of the war will win. At stake is the rich fishing ground, area seven. We really need this area. All veterans will get special privileges for life. The more you donate, the more privileges you will earn. We expect all eligible men and boys to donate at least 50 percent. We have not had a war in almost 31 years so many of you can help now who couldn't help last time."

The TV continued with background information about the war. It was boring so Dad turned it off. I said, "So Dad, you are always talking about how you wish you were one year older so that you could have donated for the last war like uncle jack did. Are you gonna donate this time?"

Dad got a little pale and said, "Well, I'm kind of old to donate now. I've had my full penis for 40 years now. I'm used to it."

Impulsively I said, "You're just chicken. I'm gonna donate 100 percent." I regretted it right away. If I donated 100 percent, I'd have to sit to pee like a girl.

Dad said, "Peter, I don't believe you. You'll chicken out. If you really donate 100 percent, I'll probably make a donation." All the TV channels had just news about the war. We watched a movie we recorded last month.

The next time I had to pee, I decided to do it sitting every time until I donated, or changed my mind, to see how bad it would be. I took longer but it wasn't that bad.

After school, the next day, I went into a donation center. I wanted to get it done before I changed my mind. I said, "I turned ten two months ago. I came in to donate. I'm giving up 100 percent."

The guy at the desk had a badge on his shirt. It said, "100 2048.03.14," and a gold star. I knew he was a veteran of the last war who had donated all of his dick. He also had a name tag that said, "George Price."

He said, "A 100 percent. That's wonderful."

I asked "Mister Price, What does the star on your badge mean?"

"Please call me George. It means that I gave up all 100 percent at the same time. I have the highest status a veteran can get. If you go through with your donation, you'll get one too."

I asked "How long will it take to donate my dick?"

"Since you are less than 14 years old, you have to have someone masturbate you four times and wait ten days."

"Why do I have to do that?"

"It's a UN rule. You have to know what you are giving up before you can donate."

"I know what I'm giving up. I've been sitting to pee ever since the guy on TV said the war had started."

He laughed and said, "That's not all."

"What else would I give up?"

"I can't explain it. You will learn in a few minutes. Do you know what masturbation is? Most guys your age call it jacking off."

"No, I don't."

"Someone will play with your dick. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?"

"Definitely a boy." The thought of having a boy play with my dick was really exciting. My dick got real hard. George checked my chip to see if I was really 10. He showed me pictures of some boys. I picked a beautiful boy. The picture said his name was Mike and he was 14. He had long, wavy, blond hair, intense blue eyes and a wonderful smile. I wished my dad would let me grow my hair that long.

George told me to go through a door and then into room six. Mike was sitting in a reclining chair. He looked younger than 14. Beside him was a small bed. He said, "Have you ever jacked off?"

"No."

"You need to take your clothes off. Do you want me to take mine off?" I nodded and started stripping. The thought of seeing Mike naked made my dick get even harder.

I undressed real fast. I was naked before Mike was. He looked at my hard little dick and said, "I see you are ready. That's good." When he took off his underpants, his dick was hard too. It was thick but not very long. It had no head and the end was a little red. He saw me looking and said, "I donated 40 percent last night. Only two other boys at my school donated. They gave less than I did so I got to get in the very front of the line in the cafeteria. They gave me a piece of kangaroo meat, a piece of fruit and a small bowl of ice cream."

"Wow! All I ever get for lunch at school is fish, rice or bread, and seaweed. We eat meat and fruit at home a few times a year."

"After you donate, you will get better food unless boys who donated more get it all. If you give 40 percent, or more, you can ride the buses and trams free."

"Why can't they have lunches like that for everybody?"

"It's too expensive. We live on a floating island. Things we harvest from the sea are cheap. Things we grow are expensive because we have very little room and fresh water for farms. The stuff we buy from the land is very expensive."

"That must be why we make bread and crackers and stuff like that out of seaweed instead of wheat. Just before my great-grandfather died, he gave me a cracker made out of wheat. He thought it tasted way better than the regular ones. I didn't like it at all."

"People usually like what they grow up eating. He grew up eating wheat and you grew up eating seaweed. We eat more than a hundred different types of seaweed. They all have different tastes and textures."

"How do you know so much?"

"I'm in eighth grade. I learned that in sixth or seventh grade. I just turned 14, nine days ago. If I was a much younger, I would have had to wait to donate like you do. How much are you donating?"

"A 100 percent." I said proudly.

He said, "Wow! A 100 percent. That's a lot. I probably should give up more of mine. You might want to donate less. You can always give more later."

"I already told my dad I was donating 100 percent. Also, I want a gold star like the guy in the front room."

"Those aren't very good reasons. Do you want to lie on the bed or sit on my lap?"

"I want to lie down. Does your dick hurt where they cut it off?"

"It was a little sore last night but not now." He pinched the end of his dick. "Do you want warm lube or cold lube?"

"I don't know."

"Most guys like the warm lube better."

"Use the warm then." It felt great when he spread it on my dick. He put his left hand in a fist around my dick and starting slowly moving it up and down. It was even better than when he put the lube on.

He sped up. Soon, I felt the most incredible sensation build up in my dick and move through my body. I felt like I was going to explode. My back arched and great shudders ran through my body. Only my head and heels were touching the bed. I stopped breathing for several seconds. Mike stopped stroking. After I recovered, I said, "What was that?"

"That was an orgasm. Did you like it?"

"I loved it. I want to do it again."

"You probably won't be able to do it again today. You have to wait until Friday to come here and have me, or one of the other boys, do it again. After you have done it four times and ten days have passed, you can donate. I hope you will start with less than 100 percent."

Friday was two days away. I didn't want to wait that long. Mike gave me a tube of lube so that I could jack myself off at home. I said, "I definitely want you to do it next time. Will you be here Friday after school?"

"Yes, I will."

When I got home Dad asked, "Is your penis gone?"

"No."

He said, "I knew you would chicken out."

"I went to the donation center. They said I have to wait ten days. When the ten days are up, I'll donate 100 percent."

"We'll see."

I was mad so I went to my room. I remembered how great it felt to have Mike play with my dick. If I really donated all of it, I wouldn't be able to do that again. I decided that it would be worth it to show up my dad.

About a third of the commercials on the TV were about boys and men making donations. They had videos of boys and men in the last war talking about how much they loved being veterans. Several guys explained why they gave 100 percent.

The next day, my social studies class watched a video about wars in the past before the UN outlawed fighting war in 2029. The wars were horrible. They killed millions of people. Not just soldiers were killed and injured but women and children too. Many soldiers lost arms, legs and eyes. Many had brain and spine injuries and were very disabled. Houses, factories, ships, cars, trucks and bridges were destroyed. The teacher asked us if the kind of war we have now is better. Everybody said that it is.

Joey asked, "Mister Shrimper, what will we do if Atlantis loses the war and attacks us with ships and airplanes?"

"Atlantis does not have any warships or warplanes. Only the UN does. If they converted fishing boats and spotter planes and attacked us with them, the UN would invade them. They would be occupied for years. The leaders who decided to attack us would be put into prison for life. Atlantis would have to pay for the damage to Ocean City. They would have to pay tens of thousands of fish for everyone they killed. They would have to pay for everyone they injured. Starting a fighting war would cost Atlantis millions of fish. I guarantee they will never do it."

"Does that mean that the UN controls everything?" I asked.

"No. Not at all. There are only a few things we cannot do. We cannot require anyone to donate, punish anyone for not donating or let anyone under ten donate. We cannot fish in areas we do not own or harvest endangered species. We cannot have the death penalty. We have to elect our leaders. We cannot have a king or a dictator."

Frank said, "Better a dick tater than a penis potato." Several boys laughed but I didn't.

"I have warned you about disrupting class. You just earned detention for one day."

At the end of the day, we had an assembly for all the boys old enough to donate before the end of the war. The teachers urged all of us to donate 100 percent. They talked about all the benefits we would get. They explained that, for every 10 percent of our dicks we donated, we'd get a 25 percent transit discount. Forty percent, or more, would give us free transit.

We watched videos of boys who had donated 100 percent in the last war. The boys all said they loved being 100 percent veterans. Then the same guys, grown up, talked about how they still loved being veterans.

A boy my age asked, "How will we pee without dicks?"

"You will have a new pee-hole near your anus. You'll sit on the toilet to pee. If your balls are big, you'll have to pull them forward. After you finish, you'll need to dry your pee-hole with some toilet paper."

"What's an anus?"

A boy said, "It your asshole, dummy."

The principal was mad. He said, "Who said that?" Nobody answered. After about 30 seconds, he continued, "In this school, we do not use that word and we do not call anyone 'dummy'. You can call that body part an anus or a butt-hole."

An older boy asked, "If we give up all of our dicks, how will we jack off." Several boys laughed nervously.

The principal replied, "We will give you vibrators. You can jack off by using them up your butts. It is better than jacking with your dick. After you donate your dick, your butt-hole will get even more sensitive."

"How do you know?"

"I am a veteran of the last war. I donated 100 percent." He took a badge out of his pocket. It said, 100 but it didn't have a gold star.

A boy said, "How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"It is a very serious crime to use a veteran badge you did not earn. I know that many of you still don't believe me. I will show you this once only." He pulled down his pants and underpants. He had really big balls and no dick at all. He stood there for about 30 seconds. Then he pulled his pants and underpants up.

They passed out small packages. Mine had a vibrator with batteries, an instruction booklet and a small memory card. The principal said, "These are special vibrators. They will only work 20 times. After you donate 70 percent, or more, of your penis, we will give you a vibrator that will work an unlimited number of times. The memory card is a video showing you how to use your vibrator."

Every day, from then on, until the end of the war, the teachers and the principal tried to convince us to donate.

I had not tried jacking off by myself. I didn't want to get used to it before I donated my dick and couldn't do it anymore. I decided to use the vibrator without touching my dick. It felt good but it took a long time to have an orgasm. The orgasm I had was almost as good as the one Mike gave me.

When I walked into the donation center, George said, "Hello Peter. Do you want Mike again?"

"Yes. The principal at my school says that, after you donate your dick, your butt-hole gets more sensitive. Is that true?"

"Yes it is. Mine got a lot more sensitive. Have you tried your vibrator yet?"

"I used it without touching my dick. I had one of those orgasm things. It was almost as good as when Mike jacked me."

"I am sure that, a few weeks after your donation, it will be much better than the one you had with Mike."

"Are you ever sorry you gave up your dick?"

"No. It was the best thing I ever did. I just wish I had done it sooner instead of waiting three weeks. Mike is busy now. He is our most popular worker. You will have to wait a few minutes." I sat in a chair against the wall. It was really comfortable.

After a few minutes, a boy walked in and said, "I'm here to donate."

"That's good. How old are you?"

"I'm almost fourteen and a half."

"How much do you want to donate?"

"Twenty percent."

"How long is your dick when it's hard?"

"Seven-inches," the boy said proudly.

"Twenty percent is not very much at all. With a seven-inch dick, you could give up 70 percent and still have two-point-one-inches. I know several veterans of the last war with two-inch stumps. They all say that sex is just as good as it was before they donated."

"Seventy percent is much, much, too much. I only want to give 20 percent."

"You can donate 60 percent and still have two-point-eight-inches left. That's plenty."

"Sixty percent is way too much. I will only donate 20 percent."

"If you donate just 20 percent, you'll have part of your dick-head left. That would look stupid. Look at these pictures."

The boy looked at the pictures for about a minute. He said, "It does look stupid. I'll do 30 percent but not more."

"How about 50 percent? You'll have three-point-five-inches left and you'll get more privileges."

"No. That's too much."

"I gave 100 percent in the last war. The boy behind you is going to give 100 percent. Surely, you can give 50 percent."

He looked at me and said, "Is that true? Are you donating 100 percent?"

"Yes, I am."

He said, "You're just a little boy. You probably haven't even jacked off. You don't know what you will be missing."

"Mike jacked me off two days ago. It was wonderful."

"Why are you still giving 100 percent?"

I didn't want to tell him about showing up my dad. I said, "I guess I'm just patriotic. I also want the privileges."

He said, "I still won't give 50 percent. It's just too much."

George asked, "How about 40 percent then? If you donate 40 percent, you'll get free public transport for life."

"OK. I'll do 40 percent."

George said, "Good man." He gave the boy a plastic disk with 40 written on it. He pointed at the door and said, "Go through there and into door one."

After the boy left, I said, "You did a good job convincing him to go from 20 percent to 40 percent."

"That's what they pay me for. I was hoping I could get him up to 50, but you can't win them all. This morning, I had a boy who wanted to donate 20 percent. I convinced him to give 60. I think he might come back and donate more later."

"How did you learn how to do that?"

"I usually sell cars in Saudi Arabia. The government knew the war was coming. They had me come back four weeks ago. I trained with the best donation managers from the last war. I watched thousands of video recordings of successful negotiations so that I would know what to do. They showed me several hundred recordings of unsuccessful negotiations so that I would know what not to do."

A boy I didn't know came out of the door. He was about my age. He looked real happy. I wanted to know how much he was planning to donate but I was too shy to ask. I asked, "Can I go in now?"

"No. Mike needs five minutes to get ready."

A boy came in and said, "I'm here to donate 50 percent."

George said, "That's good. How old are you?"

"I'm ten."

George checked his chip and said, "You can't donate. You won't be ten for almost three months."

"Can't you make an exception? I'm only a month too young. Please let me donate. My brother gave 40 percent. I have to give more than him. I just have to."

"I'm sorry. I can't make any exceptions. Maybe there will be another war in the future. You can donate then."

The boy said, "This sucks. It really sucks." He pouted and left the office.

A few minutes later, the boy who agreed to donate 40 percent came out. He looked a little unhappy. I said, "What's wrong? Did it hurt a lot?"

"No. It just looks shorter than I thought it would." I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.

About a minute later George said, "You can go in now."

I smiled and went back to room six. Mike and I started stripping as soon as I closed the door. My dick was real hard again. Mike's dick looked the same as it did before. He saw me looking and said, "I haven't donated more. Do you still want to give up 100 percent?"

I was a little disappointed to see that Mike had not donated again. I said, "I sure do. I used a vibrator up my butt without touching my dick. I had a good orgasm. My principal and the guy in the front room say that after I give up my dick, my butt will get much more sensitive. I won't miss my dick at all."

"My uncle gave 100 percent in the last war. He says that his asshole didn't get any more sensitive at all."

"Well, even if my butt doesn't get more sensitive, it's good enough." This time I sat in his lap and used the cold lube. I decided not to do that again 'cause his hard dick poked into my back and the cold lube wasn't as good as the warm lube. My orgasm was slightly better than the first time.

After we finished, I said, "Can I come back Sunday or do I have to wait 'till Monday?"

"You can come Sunday. I'll be here from two to six."

On Sunday, the outer room of the donation center was full with about twenty boys standing together at the right of the desk. A man in a suit was sitting quietly in the corner. He occasionally wrote something on a small tablet computer.

George said, "You are all 14 or older. You can donate right away, without waiting. It doesn't hurt at all." He looked at me and said, "Mike's on a snack break. You have to wait. It shouldn't be more than ten minutes. When he is ready, a six will light up above the door." I sat where I could easily see the boys and George.

George said, "Are you guys patriotic?" They all said they were. "Are you courageous?" They said they were. "I gave 100 percent in the last war. The boy who just came in is going to donate 100 percent when his waiting period is over. Will any of you donate 100 percent?" He looked at them for about 30 seconds. He said, "I don't advise giving 90 percent. A 10 percent stump is too short to use. Can any of you give 80 percent?" He pointed at a boy who looked undecided. "Can you give 80 percent?"

"No."

"How much can you give?"

"Uh . . . Ah . . . I guess I can give 40 percent."

"Forty percent is good. Is that all you can give?"

"Yes it is."

"How long is your dick when it's hard?"

"Six-inches."

"If you donate 60 percent, you'll have two-point-four-inches left. I know several veterans with two-inch stumps. They all say that sex is just as good as it was before they donated. Can you give 60 percent for Ocean City?"

The boy smiled and said, "Yes, I can."

George smiled and said, "Good man. Take this disk and go through there and into door one." George looked around and said, "Can anyone else donate 60 percent?"

A boy said, "If Tyler can give 60 percent, so can I." George gave him a disk and told him to go to door two.

"If Tyler and Kyle can donate 60, I can too," a boy said. George directed him to door three.

"Can anyone else give 60?" When nobody answered for a minute, George asked, "How about 50 percent?" He pointed at a boy and asked, "How long is your dick?"

"Five-inches."

George pointed at another boy. "How long is yours?"

"Seven-inches."

"If you donate 50 percent, you'd have three-point-five-inches left. That's a lot more than Tyler will have. Can you give 50 for your country?"

"No."

"How much can you donate?"

"Nothing."

The boy who said his dick was five-inches long said, "I am patriotic and courageous. I can give 50 percent." George told him he could wait at the door to the back rooms or outside room one. He waited at the door to the back rooms.

George asked some boys how long their dicks were. Tyler came out. He looked very proud. He said, "It didn't hurt at all. I'm glad I did it. My parents are going to be real proud of me. My dad only gave 40 in the last war."

A boy said, "Show us what it looks like." Several other boys asked too. Tyler looked at George.

"If you want to, you can show them." Tyler smiled and pulled down his pants and underpants. His stump was hard. It was a little shorter than Mike's stump but it looked like it was long enough.

"How do you like it?" a boy asked.

"I love it. It's just so cute. I didn't realize how ugly my dick head was until I saw my dick without it," Tyler replied as he held his stump in his hand. He stroked a little and said, "I know I'll still be able to jack off."

"Is it sore?"

Tyler touched the red end of his stump and said, "It's a little sore but not bad. The guy inside said that by tomorrow morning it wouldn't be sore at all."

"Jack off with it."

Before George could say anything, Tyler said, "No way!"

A boy stared at Tyler's stump with a funny look on his face. He said, "I can donate 50 percent for Ocean City."

A boy in the back said, "I am the most patriotic and courageous guy here. I will donate 70 percent. When people see my badge or my two-point-one-inch, cock-stump, they will know I am."

The room was silent for several seconds. I said, "I will donate 100 percent as soon as they let me. If you are as patriotic and courageous as you say, you'll donate 100 percent too."

"You're right. I will give 100."

A boy gasped and said, "If you give all of your dick, how will you jack off?"

"The vibrator was OK. I can give up cock-jacking for my country."

George looked surprised. He gave the boy a disk with 100 and a gold star on it.

A boy said, "I have six-and-three-quarters-inches. How much would I have left if I give 70 percent?"

George hit some buttons on a calculator and said, "Slightly over two-inches."

"I'll do it. I'll donate 70 percent." He faced the other boys and said, "I think all of you should give as much as you can and still have two-inches left. It's for our country. We need to win this war. If you keep much more than two-inches, you don't love Ocean City or, you're a coward."

A boy with a six-inch dick donated 70 percent because one-point-eight was closer to two-inches than two-point-four-inches was. A boy with five-inches donated 60 percent because that left him with two-inches. The boy with the five-inch dick who had agreed to donate 50 percent said, "I've changed my mind. I'm donating 60 percent."

A six lit up above the door. I wanted to stay and watch but I didn't want to keep Mike waiting so I went to room six.

When I got back to the front room, the boys were in two groups. Most of the boys were standing together. They had their pants down or their flies open and had stumps. One guy had no dick at all. Four other boys were sanding together a few feet away. They were still dressed.

George said, "Look at your friends. They have made donations to help Ocean City. Can't any of you donate something?"

One boy said, "I will donate 30 percent but not more."

"How long is your dick?"

"It's long enough." I could tell that he would not give more. George knew too. He gave the boy a disk with 30 on it. I was sure the other three boys wouldn't make a donation so I left.

Two days later, while I was waiting for my fourth time, George said, "Do you remember how I told you about the boy I convinced to donate 60 percent?"

"Yes."

"He came in this morning and said he wanted to go to 70 percent. I convinced him to go to 80. I really think he will go to 100 before the war is over."

"That's good. What you did Sunday with the group of boys was amazing."

"It was. What you did convincing that boy to go from 70 to 100 was incredible. That was the first time I tried a group. It worked very well. Out of the 21 boys, 18 of them donated and most of them donated a lot. I will have to do that as much as possible. The guys who donated sent me a picture." They were standing side by side naked. Their badges were on ribbons around their necks. They all had boners, except the boy who donated 100 percent, and looked real happy. "Do you want this copy? I have others. I also have pictures of them measuring their stumps."

"Yes, I want copies of all the pictures. Did the guy with the seven-inch dick ever donate?"

"No, he didn't."

That night, I saw a commercial with a recording of the boy saying, "I think all of you should give as much as you can and still have two-inches left. It's for our country. We need to win this war. If you keep much more than two-inches, you don't love Ocean City or you're a coward."

The announcer said, "We are here with Jason Tunafisher. Jason, that recording was made last Sunday, the third of February, are you glad you donated 70 percent?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why are you glad?"

"The most important thing is that I am helping my country. I love the way people treat me when they see my veteran's badge. I get so much respect now. My new privileges are great. I like the way my stump looks. It's kind of cute. If I get a boner, nobody notices it if I'm not naked."

"Some guys are reluctant to donate much. They think they will not be able to masturbate. Can you still masturbate?"

Jason blushed a little and said, "Yes I can. It's actually better than it was before. It's easier for me to get a boner. My boner is harder than it was. It takes longer for me to cum but my orgasms are better."

I thought this commercial was better than the other commercials. I wished I had a cool name like Tunafisher instead of Kelpfarmer which is a dumb name.

After my fourth time, Mike said, "You can donate Saturday, or anytime after that, until the war is over. I still think you should give less than 100 percent."

"I'll be here when you open Saturday. My donation will be 100 percent."

I was at the office when it opened at 7:30. I asked George, "How are we doing? Are we winning?"

"We won't know until a few days after the war ends. The UN will announce the totals. Are you ready to donate now?"

"I sure am."

"How much?"

"A 100 percent, just like I told you the first time I came in."

He smiled widely and said, "That's great! You are my first boy under 14 to donate. Only two guys have given 100 percent before you. I am very proud of you. I'm sure your parents will be proud too." He handed me a disk with 100 and a gold star on it.

I took the disk and went to room one. I was scared but tried not to show it. When I gave the man in the room my disk, he smiled and made a big fuss over me. "How long will it take?" I asked.

"About 10 minutes. Yours will take longer than most because the machine will have to make you a new pee-hole. Get undressed and lie on this table." He spread my legs, strapped me down and put a machine over my crotch. "You'll be asleep while the machine works."

When I woke up, the machine and the straps were gone. I looked down. Where my dick used to be, was a thin red scar. I touched it. It was a little sore but not bad at all.

The man said, "Please get up and dressed." When I had my clothes on, He said, "This is yours." It was a veteran's badge with the date, 100 and a gold star on the front. My name and ID number were on the back.

I asked, "How do I put it on my shirt? It doesn't have a pin."

"Hold this little button down and press it against your shirt. Release the button and it will stay on until you hold the button and pull it off. Don't attach it to your skin. The tiny hooks will hurt you. It's much better than a pin because it's faster and it doesn't damage clothing." I attached it to my shirt. He gave me a little plastic cup with my name and ID number on it and a pamphlet. "The first time you need to pee, use this cup. After you fill it, put the lid on and take it to any clinic. If you see blood in your pee, go to a hospital right away."

"How will I pee in a cup without a dick?"

"Take off your clothes, go into the shower and hold it under your pee-hole."

When I got to the outer office, George took a picture of me. He continued to take pictures of me during the little celebration that followed. A small cake was on the desk. It had a candle on it in the shape of 100 and a gold star candle.

Everyone in the office was there, including Mike who said, "I came in on my day off to help you celebrate. Only 100 percenters get cake and candles." He lit the candles and everyone sung a song about me being a hero. I was a little embarrassed. I blew out the candles and ate most of the cake. Then I gave the rest of the cake to Mike. I took the two partially burned candles home with me.

Mike gave me a piece a paper with his name, address, email address and phone number on it. He said, "If you want to, you can come to my place. I can help you use your vibrator."

"I'd really like that."

A boy with a 70 percent badge came in. He walked up to George and said, "I Came in to thank you for convincing me to donate. If I had not come in with the other guys, I probably never would have. I love being a veteran. My one-point-eight-inch stump works just fine. It takes longer to cum when I jack off but my orgasms are better. I love my stump, it's the cutest one in my school because it's the shortest."

I said, "It would be even cuter if you gave another 10 percent."

"I can't do that. I need to be able to jack off. If it was any shorter, I probably couldn't."

"You could use a vibrator."

"I tried one and didn't like it at all." He gave George a piece of paper and said, "This is a list of boys who haven't donated. I'm sure they would if they came here in a group like I did."

"Why did you come in with the group?" I asked.

"Our civics teacher made us come in. If we hadn't, we would have flunked his class. He gave all the guys who donated extra-credit. The more we donated, the more extra-credit we got. I'm sure to get an A in his class.

"I think all guys, over 14, should come here in a group. When I arrived, I really didn't want to donate anything. Then I saw other guys agree to make a donation and I saw how much Tyler liked his stump. After Jason said what he said, I really wanted to donate and donate a lot. Since I was right here, I didn't have time to change my mind. A few days earlier, I decided to donate 30 at an assembly. By the time I got here I had changed my mind and walked past the office."

Just before I left, George said, "You are the first boy under 14 in all of Ocean City to donate 100 percent. Is it OK for me to send the pictures I took of you to the TV news people?"

"Sure, go ahead."

George said, "I am having groups of boys come in every Sunday. Can you come in at ten A.M. and help me convince them to donate?"

"I'd love to."

Home was within easy walking distance but I used my badge to get on the bus free. After I sat, I heard a little boy ask, "Why didn't that boy pay or use a pass to get on the bus?"

"He's a veteran."

"What's a veteran?"

"A veteran is a guy who donated part or all of his wee-wee to help us win the war."

"How much of his wee-wee did he donate?"

"His badge says 100 on it. That means he gave up all of it."

"How does he pee without a wee-wee?"

"He sits to pee like a girl."

"I won't donate my wee-wee. I like to pee standing up."

A drunken man said, "You're a hero. This is my second war and I have not donated anything. You have given your entire penis. You won't be able to have any kind of sex, not even masturbation. You'll be peeing like a girl for the rest of your life."

I said, "You can still donate. The war won't end for 49 days."

"No, I can't. I'm a coward." He started crying. I thought about offering to go with him to the donation office but I didn't because I was afraid it'd make him more upset.

A woman said, "You are a hero for donating so much. Why are you the first young boy I have seen who has donated? Are the rest of the young boys not patriotic, or cowards?"

"No. If a boy is less than 14 years old, he has to wait ten days to donate. If a young boy had gone into a donation center the night the war started, yesterday would have been the first day he could donate. I'm the first young boy to have donated at my donation center and the first young boy in Ocean City to have donated 100 percent."

She pressed a one-fish bill into my hand and said, "Please take this."

I wanted to give it back but I knew she would be upset. I just smiled and said, "Thank you." Then, most of the adults put bills into my hands. When I put the money in my wallet, I saw that one bill was a five and not a one. The total was 18 fish. I had never had more than three-fish at a time before.

Before I entered our apartment, I put my badge in my pocket. I stood in front of Dad and pulled my pants and underpants down. "Look!" I said.

Dad's eyes got wide. He said, "So, you really did it. I didn't think you would."

"Are you gonna donate now?"

"We'll see." I was sure that he wouldn't. If he did, it wouldn't be much.

My pee didn't have any blood in it. I took the cup to the clinic a block away and left it on the counter.

That afternoon, Dad and I went grocery shopping. After we got our shopping cart full, we got in the shortest line. It was still pretty long. After about 30 seconds, the manager walked by. He saw my badge and said, "You don't have to wait in line. I will open a check stand for you. From now on, press that badge and someone will open a new line or put you at the front of a line. You can have a free candy bar." He looked at Dad and asked, "Sir, are you a veteran too?"

Dad growled, "No."

"Your son donated 100 percent and you haven't given anything. I've given 50 percent." Dad just stared at the floor and didn't say anything.

The manager saw that I was having trouble deciding between two candy bars. He said, "Since you have a gold star, you can have both."

I smiled and said, "Thanks."

I usually didn't watch the news but I did that night just to see if they would show my picture. They showed several pictures of me and talked about me like I was a hero. I was more embarrassed than I was at the office when they sang about me. I hoped that none of my friends saw the report.

After I helped George Sunday morning, I took the tram to the other side of the island and went into the amusement park. They let me in free 'cause of my badge. I got to go to the front of the lines unless other gold star veterans were in line. There were never more than three guys in front of me. I hardly had to wait at all.

I had been to the park once before. It was on my ninth birthday. This time I got on four or five times as many rides because I didn't have to wait much. When I tried to buy some fish stew for lunch, the guy gave it to me free.

I took the bus and wore my badge to school Monday morning. My friends were real surprised. None of them mentioned seeing my pictures on the news. I had not told them I was planning to donate 100 percent. I was afraid I would chicken out. Most of the boys in my classes admired me for giving so much. Some of them said I was crazy.

I went into the restroom to pee during recess. Two boys were waiting for the stalls which was unusual. I got in line behind them. The bathroom monitor said, "You're a veteran. Go to the front of the line."

I said, "I can wait my turn." Both boys insisted that I go ahead of them.

I got into the front of the cafeteria line at lunch. They gave me a real good meal. It was the best I had ever eaten. After I finished eating, they brought out another cake with the same candles. They didn't sing any songs which pleased me. I was too full to eat much of the cake. I gave most of it to my friends.

The principal came to my table and gave me a small box wrapped in gold paper. He said, "This is your new vibrator. Please bring the other one back tomorrow."

When I got home, I called Mike and said, "I want to come over and have you help me with my new vibrator."

He said, "Come on over."

We started stripping after he locked his bedroom door. He had a boner. I said, "It feels like I have a real hard boner."

"You probably do."

"How can I have a boner without a dick?"

"You still have the internal part of your dick. It can still get hard."

"Internal part?"

"About a third of a boy's dick is inside him. The machine only removes the outside part. If you are hard, you can feel the inside part." He put my hand just below the base of his dick. I felt the inside part. I felt the same thing in me.

He said, "We can do something that most boys like better than a vibrator."

"What's that?"

"We can have butt-sex. I can stick my stump up your butt-hole instead of the vibrator."

The idea was super exciting. I said, "Is it legal for us to have sex?"

"If we weren't veterans, it would not be legal until we were 16. Sex is always legal for veterans if the other person is a veteran, or over 16, and agrees to have sex." He showed me his veterans' pamphlet. He had circled a paragraph saying that. I had not read my pamphlet.

"I'd love to do it. How do we start?"

Mike put a condom on and said, "Lie on your back. Put your butt at the edge of the bed. Put your legs over my shoulders. Since my dick is thicker than your vibrator, I will start with the vibrator." He lubed my vibrator and started sticking it slowly into me. I was so impatient, I grabbed it and pushed it in faster. He moved it back and forth for several seconds. "Are you ready for my dick yet?"

"Yes, please." He stuck his dick in slowly. Then he started moving it back and forth. He sped up. I soon had the best orgasm ever. He kept on pumping. After about a minute, I could tell he was having an orgasm. I had another one too. It wasn't quite as good as the first one but it was still great. Mike collapsed onto me. After he recovered, he asked, "Was it good? Did you have an orgasm?"

"It was great, just great. I had two orgasms."

"Wow! Two. I didn't know. Should I have stopped after you had your first orgasm?"

"Definitely not!"

"Is there anything you want me to do differently next time?"

"Yes. Don't go so slow next time."

"OK. I went slowly because I didn't want to hurt you. You must have an unusually stretchable butt-hole. I think you will do just fine without a dick. I was afraid you would do badly like my uncle. He is always unhappy. He blames it on donating 100 percent. Do you think I should donate more of my dick?"

"Hell no! I want you to keep all you have to fuck me with. It's wonderful, just wonderful."

When Mike took off his condom, I asked, "What's that white stuff?"

"It's spunk. Adults call it semen. It has my sperm in it. In a few years you will make spunk too. It'll squirt out of your pee-hole when you have an orgasm. When that happens, we'll have to put a towel down on the bed and take a shower afterwards. I overheard a boy talking about it. He said that it hit his belly and splashed all over the place."

"That's terrible and disgusting."

"It won't bother me. If it bothers you, I'm sure we can figure out a way to hold a washcloth over your pee-hole or something. Do you know what sperm is?"

"It's what gets a girl pregnant. I don't know why anyone would want to fuck a girl. They're icky and yucky. Why did you wear a condom? I can't get pregnant."

"Having another guy's spunk in your butt-hole is bad for your immune system. Also, I could have a virus that could make you sick. Never, ever, let a guy fuck you without a condom. I don't want to fuck girls either but most guys do."

I talked to George. He said, "Don't worry about it. You can buy a special jock strap like garment that will keep your semen from making a mess. I use them and they work very well."

That Sunday, we went to the amusement park together. Many more veterans were there and the lines were longer. I asked an employee, "We are together. Where in the line do we go?"

"Since your friend is a 40, you have to get behind the other 40's in line."

The guy we got in line behind of looked at my badge and said, "You guys can go in front of me." Two other 40's and one 50, let us go ahead of them.

A guy, who let us go ahead of him, said, "When two veterans are together, they should average their percentages instead going by the lowest."

I said, "That's a great idea." Several guys in line agreed. After we got off the ride, Mike and I used a kiosk to suggest that percentages should be averaged when veterans are together. Guys lined up behind us. I think they made the same suggestion.

About two hours later, someone announced that percentages could be averaged. We got into the rest of the lines after the guys with 70 percent. Our wait times were much shorter.

I got a 60 percent discount on my lunch. Mike's discount was 30 percent.

On the tram ride home, we talked with a guy who had donated 50 percent. He said, "I donated 30 percent the first day. The very next day, my brother donated 40 percent. He bragged about giving more a lot. I couldn't stand it. A few days later, I donated 50 percent. The next day he went to 60 percent. I'm going to wait until a few hours before the end of the war and donate 70 percent. I won't tell him until after the war is over."

I said, "That sounds like a good plan. You could really show him by donating 100 percent like I did."

"I couldn't give up that much. Even 70 percent is more than I really want to give."

On Monday, I decided to walk to school. The bus wasn't much faster and I liked to walk. From then on I only took the bus when it was raining. I also decided to keep my badge in my pocket most of the time so that people wouldn't fuss over me.

On my way home, I noticed that the theater had a movie I really wanted to see. The sign said, "Children under 13, two-fish." I showed the girl my veteran's badge and asked, "How much for me to get in?"

She looked at a chart and said, "A 100 percent with a star. That's 40 plankton. Hey! I saw your picture on the news. My little sister really wants to date you. Do you want her phone number?"

"No. Girls are . . . " I almost said that they are "icky and yucky" but I stopped myself just in time. "Girls are not my thing. I like boys."

"I have an eleven-year-old gay cousin. He was going to donate 40 percent because his dad donated that much last time. After he saw the news about you, he gave 100 percent. You could date him but there wouldn't be much point would there? With both of you having donated 100 percent, you couldn't have sex."

I said, "I couldn't have sex with your sister either."

"That's why you would make a perfect boyfriend for her. You could take her places, hold her hand and kiss her but you couldn't do anything nasty." I was glad to go into the theater and away from her. I got a big discount on my fried kelp bulbs. The sign said it tasted like popcorn. I wondered if it did.

The next day, I decided to get an ice cream cone. When I got into the front of the line, a boy said, "Hey. No cutting in line." I put my badge on my shirt. He said, "That's OK. If I had a badge, I'd wear it all the time. I can't get a badge ‘cause I'm too young. Why don't you wear yours all the time?"

"I stopped wearing it after the first week,. People fussed over me too much."

Mike called and said, "I walked by the boys' pool today. It had a sign that said that Saturday mornings would be for veterans only. Let's go. It will be fun and it shouldn't be very crowded."

"Is that the pool on Dolphin street and Coral Avenue?"

"Yes, but I think they have the same policy at all of them."

"What time does it open?"

"At nine. It has opened at nine for years."

"I have not gone swimming for a long time because it was always too crowded. I will meet you there at nine Saturday morning." The real reason I stopped swimming was we all swam naked at the boys' pool. Just after I turned nine, I started getting embarrassing boners when I saw good-looking boys. That would not be a problem anymore. If the internal part of my dick got hard, nobody could see it.

We wore our veteran's badges on ribbons around our necks at the pool. It was a lot less crowded than the last time I was there. When I left the locker room, I saw a 40 percent veteran. He was staring at me and he had a boner. He saw me looking at his hard stump and said, "Sorry about the stiffy. I've been getting them a lot since I donated. You're very attractive. Maybe we can date sometime."

"I already have a boyfriend." He seemed pretty disappointed. Then I saw a really beautiful boy and got an internal boner. My internal dick stayed hard almost the whole time I was at the pool. I was real glad I donated 100 percent and nobody could see.

Several boys felt my crotch when I was in the water. For some reason, I wasn't embarrassed to have them feel my boner. Once, a 100 percent veteran felt me and I felt him. We both had boners. I really liked having boys feel my crotch. After a while, I started deliberately rubbing my crotch against boys legs, arms and sides. I wanted to rub against their bellies but it just wasn't possible because I couldn't get my legs around their bellies. It was really fun.

I saw five or six guys with boners. I felt dozens of boners push up against me in the water. Before the war, I had never seen other boys with boners at the pool. Having a stump must make boners happen more often. I saw a 20 percent veteran. His dick did look stupid. I was too shy to ask him why he didn't donate another 10 percent.

At noon, they let nonveterans in and it got pretty crowded. We decided to leave. A veteran said, "Those dick heads are really ugly. You should donate 30 percent to get rid of them."

A boy said, "Dick-heads aren't ugly."

A different boy looked back and forth at headless dicks and dicks with heads. He said, "They are kind of ugly." I agreed and I think several nonveterans agreed.

Because we were veterans, we got a free 10-second freshwater shower to rinse off the seawater from the pool. While we were dressing Mike said, "I noticed that you turned your shower off before it turned itself off. Maybe I should have my hair cut shorter so that I can rinse faster."

"Please don't. I like your long hair."

"OK. I won't. I know a boy who claims he is so rich that, instead of showering with seawater, using a ShamWow and quickly rinsing with freshwater, he showers with freshwater."

"I don't believe it."

"Neither do I. If he was that rich, he wouldn't go to my school. He'd go to a private school."

Two weeks later, Dad said, "Your hair is getting long. Go to Bob's barber shop and get a haircut. He knows how I want it cut."

"I think a 100 percent veteran should be able to wear his hair as long as he wants."

Dad looked guilty and said, "If you want to look messy, go ahead."

"I'll keep it clean, brushed and combed." This was great. If Dad never donated, I could use my veteran status to get much of what I wanted. I vowed not to take advantage of him too much.

I had to get Mike and his mom to help me figure out how to take care of my hair. I had never worn it long before. About a month later, Dad said, "Your hair looks much nicer than I thought it would. I should have let you wear it longer years ago."

Twelve days before the end of the war, we had another assembly. The principal and teachers again urged everybody to give 100 percent. Mister Sinclair said, "I was 11 when the last war started. I waited until the evening of the day, ten days before the end of the war, to start the donation process. Just after I got there, the power went out. They told me to come back the next day. When I did, they told me it was too late. They couldn't make an exception because of the power failure. I regretted it for years. This time, I went in on the first day and donated 100 percent. Don't make the mistake I made."

Since I was the only boy who had donated 100 percent, they had me talk about how much I loved having given 100 percent. I was very nervous but I managed to do it. One boy said, "I think you didn't really donate 100 percent. The principal is having you pretend to trick us into donating."

I looked at the principal. He said, "If you want to, you can let them see." I was proud of being a 100 percent veteran. I pulled my pants and underpants down and kept them down for a minute.

I left the stage and sat down. The principal said, "If you think you might want to donate, you need to go to a donation center today or tomorrow. You can change your mind anytime." Two boys donated 100 percent because of what I said. They always insisted that I get in line ahead of them 'cause I donated first and convinced them to donate.

Dad never did donate anything. We won the war. My butt got much more sensitive. Using the vibrator was way better than having Mike jack me. Mike fucking me was even better, much better. I was super glad I donated 100 percent.

Two days after the UN announced the war results, the government invited all the 100 percenters to a party at the donation center where they donated. I was disappointed that I couldn't bring Mike.

We had lots of really good food. Everybody ate too much. I asked George, "Did the boy who went from 60 to 80 ever go to 100?"

"A week after he went to 80, he went to 100. He says he wishes he had gone to 100 at first and gotten a gold star." George introduced me to him. He was nice.

I asked, "Did the boy you convinced to donate 40 percent ever give more?"

"No, he didn't."

The boy from the first group came up to me and said, "Thank you for convincing me to donate 100 percent. I love my privileges. The way people treat me, and how I look. Cocks look kind of ugly to me now, especially ones with heads. My ass is much more sensitive. I will never miss my cock."

When the party ended, George gave me an envelope. It had five, one-fish bills, one, five-fish bill, one, ten-fish bill and nine, twenty-fish bills in it and his card with his email address. I said, "Two-hundred-fish. That's more than Dad makes in two weeks. What's it for?"

"I told my boss what you did with the groups of boys and showed him the recordings. He agreed that you earned 200 fish. I did some groups when you were in school and only got about 70 percent as much donated as I did when you were there. If we have another war after you turn 18, I know the government will hire you as a donation manager. You are a natural."

I got George to go to the bank with me so that I wouldn't be robbed. I started to get in the end of the line. George led me to the front of the line. I wasn't used to going to the front of lines, especially in front of adults. I deposited all but ten-fish.

The end.

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