As Peter saw it he had three choses. The first was he could be home schooled but he didn’t really like that idea. He liked being with other kids his age and so home schooling seemed lonely. What was worse it seemed like running away from the “problem” that he didn’t want to see as a problem.

His second chose was to have his parents talk to the school administration to explain the situation and ask for an exemption from gym class. Peter didn’t like that Idea at all. The idea of having the ‘rents talk to the powers-that-be about his missing dick was bad enough but add to that the fact that he would be the only kid in the school who didn’t take P. E. Suspicions would be razed, kids would talk and wonder, and his classmates might guess the rest. No, that just wouldn't work and Peter knew it.

As Peter saw it he had only one chose left. That was to bit the bullet, take gym class and shower just like anyone else. If the teasing became unbearable he could drop out and then start home schooling. But Peter felt, and his parents agreed, that before the end of the summer and the beginning of school, he would need to get a bit more comfortable with being naked around other kids. They would try going to a nudist camp out of town were no one knew them. If it didn’t work out they could just leave, no loss and no foul.

But Peter wanted to take it in little baby steps. Before going to the nudist camp he first wanted to get comfortable being nude around just a few well trusted friends. His parents agreed that it might be a good idea to try doing it that way.

To that end I was invited over to his house. The idea was we would go up to his room for a game of chess and remove our cloths to get more comfortable. If we felt okay with that we could then come down to dinner in the buff. After all how important were cloths? They were just things that people bought and put on. The world didn’t revolve around them, did it?

I went to Peter’s house for the chess game. Together we went up to his room and set up the board and playing pieces. I closed the door because I didn’t want anyone looking in, not just yet anyway. As Peter was setting up the board I kicked off my shoes and after sitting down I removed my socks. Peter did the same and it was all very natural. We started to play chess. I removed my shirt and he did the same. We made a few more moves on the board but we were both reluctant to drop our pants.

After a while I said, “What the heck. We both know why we are here. I don’t need to keep these things on.” And with that I lifted by butt and pushed down my pants and undershorts all in one move. I pulled them from my feet and dropped them on the floor.

“I guess I don’t need mine either,” Peter replied. He took off his pants but after doing so he sat with his knees together and his legs drawn up to his body in such a way that I couldn’t really see anything. After while the two of us got so involved with the game of chess that we pretty much forgot that we were naked.

Than it happened. Contemplating his next move Peter leaned over on his side, propping his head up on one arm and casually spread his knees wide apart. With out realizing it he had left his crotch wide open for my inspection. I could see everything and it was close enough to touch. The only other time we had been naked together had been in the tent and it had been dark there.

This was the first time I had seen him naked in broad daylight and, let me tell you, he was a sight to behold. An extremely beautiful boy with a perfectly taunt, wrinkled scrotum, holding his plump little balls in place. The line down the center of his sack dividing his two testicles was perfectly clear as was the chevron shaped fine little wrinkles. Peter’s scrotum was just a shade or two darker then the skin surrounding it. It was the darkest part of his otherwise white body and so the eye was quite naturally drawn to it. His chubby little balls were a proud testament to his boyhood.

Above his fat, roly-poly, little balls was nothing but a pee hole so small that it was all but invisible. Remarkably Peter didn’t look disfigured. He looked exotic and exciting. I could well imagine Peter as a slave boy who had been altered by his master to prevent unauthorized fucking but who had, even so, remained defiant and unbroken. With his balls in place he would soon develop the strength of a man and take his revenge on those cut him. Or so I imagined.

Or Peter could just as easily be a boy being groomed for power in some strange religious order. His penis might have been removed to preserve purity and innocence. A sort of enforced chastity, I continued to day dream.

The possibilities seemed endless. Peter could be a boy from a future when babies were grown in test tubes. In such a world fucking might be illegal and so he was not allowed to keep hid penis.

I noticed that, as a result of my imagination running wild, my dick had grown so hard that it ached and I was leaking pre-come like a fountain. Peter had noticed as well and was staring at it, this increadible thing between my legs that he didn't have. The game of chess was forgotten.

“I’m sorry Peter,” I said. “This just isn’t going to work. I can’t go down to dinner with your folks looking like this. What would they think?”

“Let me having a closer look,” Peter said. “I think I might be able to help you.”

(TO BE CONTINUED)