Shit! The six month puberty exam at school was tomorrow. If he showed up at it, they'd know he'd hit puberty. It had already been starting at the last exam, but he'd shaved off what little pubic hair he'd grown by then, and they hadn't noticed. His cock had just begun to grow.
It wouldn't work now, though. Even soft, his cock was three or four inches long, and he had the balls of a man, not those of a boy. He could pluck out his pubic hair and they'd still know he had reached puberty. He'd grown, too, shooting up almost two inches in the last six months. He was surprised his parents hadn't said anything. His mother should have known, since she'd had to buy him new clothes.
There was no surprise that his father hadn't noticed. He hardly noticed his son at all, spending all his time and energy on work and friends. If his mother had, she hadn't said anything, either to Elijah or to his dad, but then she had her lover, Jenifer. She spent most of her time with her.
His parents had been allotted a child. They'd had him, figuring they'd done their duty, leaving the raising of him to his robotic nanny.
Elijah had skated by at school by wearing a tight jock strap, avoiding showers after PE, and changing for PE in the stall where no one could see. Also, he never peed at a urinal, since other boys -- those that still had cocks -- always glanced over to see what the other boy had.
When one knew he was going to lose his cock when he reached puberty, he had the tendency to become obsessed with them.
That's what would happen to Elijah when they discovered tomorrow that he'd reached puberty. The school would schedule an operation during which both his cock and balls would be removed.
Of course -- if he jumped through all the hoops: finished school, including college, found a girl to marry him, and was granted permission to have a child -- he could have them back someday.
That was a big if, though. Only one boy in five ever got his back. The rest stayed cock-less, ball-less, smooth crotched eunuchs; and the only way one could get testosterone was on the black market, and then at great risk. The prison sentence for illegal use of testosterone was longer than that for the illegal use of heroin.
Over populated as the world was, the last thing society needed was a bunch of hormone driven boys who wanted to fuck.
At first, they'd tried sterilizing the boys, but that had just solved the population problem. It had no effect on the hormone driven sex crimes and violence.
Once it was determined that eunuchs committed less crime, did better in school, and were generally more productive citizens, it was decided to neuter all boys at puberty.
They could do that using micro cellular surgery. Modern surgical robotic machines could remove a boy's genitals, operating on a cellular level, separating one cell from its neighbor, causing virtually no damage to the boy or to his genitals, which were kept in stasis for him, should he later become eligible to have them reattached.
The high speed surgical robot performed the entire operation in less than twenty minutes. The boy was anesthetized only to keep him from moving. He went to sleep with cock and balls, awaking a few minutes later with neither.
He never felt any pain. The cells were spit apart, then rejoined once the genitals were removed. He had no scar. It was as if he'd been born without genitals.
If he earned the right to marry and was approved to raise a child, he had them reattached in the same manner. He went to sleep as a eunuch and awoke as an entire man, his own cock and balls restored.
Out of stasis, they were just as they'd been when they'd been cut off, fully functional, as if they'd always remained attached -- better actually, since they hadn't suffered the intervening years of abuse.
Elijah knew all this. All boys did. He didn't want to lose his cock. He liked it, having discovered masturbation, liking it so much that he couldn't imagine not being able to do it.
Elijah jacked off everyday, usually three or four times, even doing it as many as ten times in one day. Awaking each day with a hard-on, he usually started jacking off before he ever opened his eyes.
He even beat off at school, usually after seeing Rachel Petersen in the hallway. She had some nice tits. Elijah would like nothing better than to fuck her -- at least once before they cut off his cock.
They sterilized girls -- it could later be reversed -- but didn't neuter them like they did boys. Testosterone, not estrogen, caused societal problems.
Girls still had sexual desire, but they turned to each other to satisfy them, not to the sexless, neutered, boys. Most boys, once neutered, lost all interest both in sex and in girls.
Many women, even after marriage, maintained lesbian relationships, interested only in their husbands for their seed, not for their cocks. Some even convinced their husbands to have themselves neutered once they'd had their allotted child.
Many men did, finding that they didn't like puberty the second time around. Life was difficult enough without the added stress of testosterone. Elijah's father was once again a eunuch. He'd had himself neutered right after Elijah was born.
Elijah wouldn't. He didn't want to lose his cock in the first place. If -- once he did -- he got a chance to get it back, he'd take it, never giving it up again. Even if his wife didn't want to fuck, once they'd had a kid, he could jack off. So far, that's all he knew, and he liked it just fine.
He couldn't avoid going to school tomorrow by telling his mother he was sick. She'd just hook him up to the Web doctor. It'd take a sample of his blood, his piss, and take his temperature, determining immediately that he was not only well, but had entered puberty.
He was lucky that she hadn't hooked him up to it during the last six months. If she had, he would have already been neutered, missing out on jacking off for all that time.
It was 3:00 PM. He'd just come home from school. The pubertal exam had been announced when he'd logged into his computer after arriving at school. He and several other boys his age had eyed each other, wondering which ones were about to lose their cocks. Elijah had no doubt that Harvey Jones would. He'd even grown a shadow of a mustache.
It wasn't that difficult to slip by, though. Computers did most of the instruction. There was only one live instructor for every one hundred fifty kids. They could be excused for overlooking a boy that had entered puberty. Most instructors didn't even know the names of their students.
Besides, the semi-annual exam would catch any they missed. Usually, most were caught when their parents hooked them up to the Web doctor. Elijah was fortunate that he'd not had so much as a cold during the last six months.
Elijah's parents weren't at home. They wouldn't be until after five, and his father probably later than that. Sometimes, he only came home to sleep. His mother might not be home at five either. She might go over to Jennifer's instead.
Jennifer wasn't married, so they usually had sex at her place, not at his. Oh, they'd done it occasionally at Elijah's house. Elijah had heard them moaning as they made love in his mother's bedroom. He'd jacked off to the sounds of their lovemaking, listening outside his mother's bedroom door. Jennifer was a screamer. She let it out when she had an orgasm.
Elijah thought about calling Rachel, asking her if he could come over, but -- if he did -- she'd probably say no, then where would he be? He decided to go over instead. Her parents shouldn't be home either.
He got hard thinking about her, reaching for his cock as he did, but stopped. She might just let him fuck her, knowing that he'd get his cock cut off tomorrow. Didn't soldiers once use that on women before going off to war: "Fuck me. It might be my last chance. I might be killed tomorrow."
He could tell Rachel," Fuck me. It WILL be my last chance. I WILL lose my cock tomorrow." It just might work. Rachel wouldn't have many opportunities to screw either. Most boys lost their cocks so soon after entering puberty that they had no opportunity to screw.
Elijah had just about set a record for modern boys, going six months with mature cock and balls. Most boys had theirs whacked off by the machine before they ever got a chance to whack off. Few had the opportunity to masturbate, much less screw. This might also be Rachel's last chance to screw, unless she was later approved for marriage.
Of course, he knew she had a girl friend, and that they most likely had sex. They held hands in the hallway. He'd even seen them kiss. She was the reason Elijah hadn't approached Rachel before now. He'd been afraid his advances would be rejected.
It was now or never, though. Tomorrow, they'd take his cock and balls. There was no way he could get out of it. The school doctor, taking one look at his cock, would put him in the line for those going to the clinic. He wouldn't even hook him up to the Web doctor, as he did some questionable cases.
Elijah took a transport, getting off a block from Rachel's house. He was scared, about to piss in his pants, but his cock was so hard he probably couldn't have peed, if he'd tried. Maybe -- just maybe -- he'd get some tail, something that no boy he knew -- at least none his age -- had ever done.
He walked up to her front door, announcing himself to it. Rachel's face appeared on the door screen. "What do you want?" she asked.
"We go to the same school," he said. "I wondered if I might come in for a bit. I'm Elijah Childs," he said.
"Yes, I know who you are," she said, "but what do you want."
Well, that was something. At least, she knew who he was. "It's personal," he said, "not something I want to tell to a door." Everyone knew that anything said to a door was recorded. He wasn't about to tell the door that he wanted to screw her. It'd play that back to her mom and dad for sure.
He must have aroused her curiosity, because a few moments later, the door opened, and there Rachel stood, clad only in shorts and a t-shirt -- with no bra. Her nipples pressed against the tight fit of her t-shirt. Elijah almost creamed his jeans, right then and there.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Can I come in -- please?"
Rachel looked at him. He was cute -- for a boy. And she knew he liked her. She'd seen him stare at her in the hallway. Of course, she would have never done anything about it -- not at school, anyway. No self respecting girl had a boyfriend. What use were they, having their cocks and balls cut off before they could use them?
This wasn't school, though. None of her friends were around. If she played it right, they'd never know she'd even talked to him. "OK, come in," she said, turning and walking into the house.
Elijah watched her turn and walk away -- watched her ass swing to and fro as she walked. Her shorts were so tight, he could see the crack of her ass. It was every bit as good as staring at her tits.
She sat down on the couch in the living room, pointing to an easy chair across from it, indicating that it was for him. Instead, he sat down on the couch next to her, something that clearly discomfited her. She drew back. "What is it that you want?"
No use beating around the bush, he thought, almost laughing, since that reminded him of the bush of hair that must lie beneath her shorts. "I thought you might want to screw."
Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth dropped open, then formed an "O" as she said, "What?"
"I thought you might want to screw me," he said. "It'll be the last opportunity for both of us. They're going to cut my cock off tomorrow."
"What make you think I'd want to screw you or any other boy? Most women only screw out of duty, to have a child. Even my father had the decency to have his cock removed after I was born."
"Haven't you at least wondered what it was like?" Reaching over, he took her hand, placing it on his cock. It jumped at her touch, pressing against his jeans and her hand.
"It's like something alive," she said, "and it's so big. I didn't know they were so big. I've seen pictures of them in sex-ed, of course. They're never so big in those pictures."
"I think they use guys with really small ones in those sex-ed pictures, but I don't know for certain. I've never seen a grown cock on another boy. Mine seems about right." It was actually seven inches long when hard, not overly large, but not small either.
"Can I see it?" she said, her curiosity aroused.
Elijah pressed the snap at the top of his fly together with his thumb and forefinger, releasing the fastening. His fly spread apart. "No, not here," she said. "Let's go to my bedroom."
He pressed the seams back together, then followed her into her room. Once there, she closed the bedroom door, turned to him, saying, "OK, now let me see it."
Undoing his pants, Elijah let them drop to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock stood at full attention, saluting Rachel. "It is big," she said, "and alive." Throbbing, his cock was jumping up and down. "Can I touch it?"
"Please," said Elijah.
First, she just reached out and touched the head of it with her fingertips, drawing back quickly when it jumped at her touch. Regaining her courage, her curiosity overwhelming her fear, she reached out again, wrapping her hand around it. "What do I do now?" she asked.
"Pump it back and forth with your hand," he said. With some further instruction, she did as he said.
"If I keep it up, will you shoot your seed?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. He was about to, any second. Then, he shot, shooting his spunk all over her t-shirt.
"Gross," she said, stripping off her t-shirt. By the time her tits came into sight, Elijah was hard again.
"Do you want to screw?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she said. "It's so big. I don't think it'll fit, but I'll make you shoot again. That was fun."
Elijah pulled off his shirt, laying down afterward, naked on the bed beside her. She still had on her shorts, but no shirt. Her tits were gorgeous, pert, standing straight out from her chest, her nipples pointing up slightly. When she reached once again for his cock, he said, "Take off your shorts. I've never seen a naked girl." And he hadn't. He'd seen pictures, of course, but he'd never seen the real thing.
She hesitated for a moment, then slid them off, "OK, but we're not screwing -- all right?"
She was beautiful. He could see her cunt beneath her pubic hair. As she reached for his cock, he reached for it, running his finger into it. "Up here," she said, moving his finger up to her clitoris, "like this," she said, moving his finger in a circular motion.
As he did, as she pumped his cock, he leaned over, taking one of her tits into his mouth. She moaned. He came again; then she did. She, too, was a screamer.
They lay beside each other. He took a chance -- kissed her. She kissed him back, running her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, wanting to suck her inside him. Reaching down, he touched her again, rubbing her clitoris, like she wanted it. Then he rolled on top of her. His cock nudged at the entrance to her hole. At any moment, Elijah expected her to tell him to stop, but she didn't. With a thrust of his hips, he was inside her.
She screamed -- in pain this time -- then tried to push him off, but once inside, he wasn't about to pull out, not until he came, anyway. He continued to thrust. She fought him for a moment, then began thrusting with her hips. This time, they came together.
They spent the next hour screwing, sometimes he on top -- sometimes she. They both came at least five more times. He could have gone more, but she said, "You have to go. My parents will be home soon." After they were both dressed, she in a clean t-shirt, one without spunk all over it, she said, "If you ever say anything about this, I'll kill you. I promise you. I'll fucking kill you." The last thing she wanted was for any of her friends to know she'd fucked a boy. It was something she'd never live down.
"I thought you liked it."
She looked up at him," I did," she said, "but it's not something I'd admit to any of my friends. If you tell anyone we did it, I tell everyone you raped me, and you know what they do to boys that rape."
He did. They got the needle -- capital punishment -- even for one as young as he. No. He'd never tell anyone. He had no doubt that she'd accuse him of rape, if he did.
Neither his father or mother were home when he arrived. He went to his room, played some video games, watched a video on the 3dtv, then went to bed, jacking off once before falling to sleep, even though he'd screwed Rachel all those times. This was his last full day to have a cock. He might as well get as much use out of it as he could.
When he awoke the next morning, he jacked off, until his cock felt rubbed raw and he could no longer come. When they cut off his balls, they were going to be drained dry. He didn't intend to leave one orgasm un-had.
At school, as he had expected, the doctor took one look at his cock and sent him to the clinic line. Once at the clinic they lay him on the operating table. The robotic surgeon give him an injection, knocking him out. When he awoke, it seemed as though only an instant had passed. He was still on the table. He looked down at his crotch. It was completely smooth, marred only by his pubic hair. He had neither cock or balls.
They were already in storage somewhere. If he ever was lucky enough to see them again, it wouldn't be for years, not until he had finished college, was married, and had been approved to father a child. He had one chance in five that that would happen.
For the first week or two, Elijah went out of his way to look for Rachel, to stare at her tits, but after a while, he lost interest, both in her and in her tits. Before long, he couldn't quite recall what the big deal about them had been. They were just tits, just another part of a person's anatomy. He couldn't understand why he'd gone to such lengths to see them before.
He'd missed his cock and jacking off at first, too, but the memory of his desire to do that faded as well. He finished college. A girl -- not Rachel -- wanted to marry him. He was even assured that he'd be approved for a child, that he could have his cock and balls reattached.
He decided not to. He was happy the way he was. Elijah recalled what it'd been like to have a cock and balls. Then, he'd thought only about sex. That was OK for children, for boys just entering puberty, but not for grown men. He had his work to think of. He couldn't let having a cock -- sex -- get in the way of that.
He also remembered his childhood. It wasn't something he wanted to inflict on another person, but neither did he want to spare the time and energy it would take to raise a child properly. That would require love, something he knew nothing about, having never experienced it himself.
Although Elijah didn't know it, almost any man that applied was approved to have his cock replaced. The reason only one in five did was that -- after living a peaceful, sexless, existence -- few men wanted their cocks and balls back.