That night I laid awake in my bunk too frightened and too freaked out to sleep. At about midnight I heard a kid very quietly climbing out of his bed and softly padding across the floor to my corner of the cabin. I rolled over on to my back and opened my eyes to see who it was. In the moon light I could see it was Peter. He was as naked as the day of his birth. Darn he sure looked sexy and for a moment I forgot my problems. Without a word he pulled back the one sheet covering me (it was a warn evening) and slid into bed at my side. He rested his head on my upper chest so that my nose was just brushing the curly black hair on the top of his head. I sniffed his hair, the sent made me feel wild, and my dick grew very hard.

"Someone might see up," I whispered.

He looked up a me and even though it was dark, I imagined I could see the emerald green of his large innocent and expressive eyes. "So what if they do?" he whispered back. "I don't care who knows that I love you."

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly right on the top of his head. He intertwined his legs with mine.

"I have to get away from this place," I said. "If I don't they'll cut it all off."

"I know," Peter said, "and I promise to do everything I can to help you, no matter what it takes. But Josh even if you can't escape, even if they cut you, it won't change things."

"What do you mean, it won't change things?" I asked growing angry. "Being a nullo would change a lot!"

"All I meant to say was that it won't change the way I feel about you," Peter said. That made me feel better. Then Peter asked, "Josh do you blame me for getting you into this mess? I keep thinking that if not for me you wouldn't be here."

"No, I don't blame you Peter. It was my own big mouth that got me into this not you. If I had never lied about wanting to be a nullo none of this would be happening. I just thought that they would 'cure' me by trying to talk me out of it, not by going ahead and doing it. Anyway this is all might fault not yours."

"Do you want me to have then cut my balls off?" Peter asked.

"Why do you ask that? I thought you said you wanted to keep your balls," I replied. "You said that they were the only things that make you a boy."

"I do want to keep them," Peter said. "But if you end up a nullo you'll feel less lonely if I'm a full nullo as well. I'll ask them to castrate me if that's what you'd like."

"No, you don't have to do that Peter," I managed to say. I was grateful for the darkness. My eyes were starting to tear up and I didn't want the little guy to see. No kid had ever offered to sacrifice his balls for me before.

Peter then moved downward a bit and started to tug at my Spiderman Underoos. I lifted my hips and he slid then all the way off me dropping them at the foot of my bed. We were both naked now. Peter laid back down beside me and started to play with my dick. It felt so good that for awhile I forgot all about the fact that I was trapped in this summer camp from hell and that I might lose my boyhood. Then Peter began to very slowly and gently slide his fingertips up and down my shaft. Peter was jacking me off, but doing to with the bare minim of motion. It was like being caressed. People talk about "hard fucking", well you can have the rough stuff. This was better. All I could think about was the attention Peter was giving to my dick. I loved every second of it.

I felt the pressure build and I knew that I was about to 'come' when suddenly Peter stopped. I was mad and wanted him to continue. But then he started to fondle my balls and I understood what he was doing. By my breathing Peter knew just how close I was to coming. He was playing a game of cat-and-mouse with my dick! Peter was bringing me as close as possible to an organism only to back off, let me come down, and then start all over again. The little scamp! It was a form of torture, but I loved it!

I don't know how long it lasted. Perhaps half an hour. Thirty minutes of pure bliss and ecstasy. Then Peter moved down and with the tip of his tongue he carefully moistened my balls and dick with his saliva. I know it sounds sort of sick but it felt fantastic! What happened next really blew my mind. Peter puckered his lips and blew cool air on my dick. At that point I came. I would not have thought it possible, but Peter put me over the edge without even touching me. Just the cool air washing over my hot damp cock was all I needed to shoot and shoot I did, big fat frothy gobs of hot come from my 14 year old boy dick. It was like a geyser. It was like Old Faithful. It was a force of nature, wild a free. I was in heaven.

All that torture of being brought so close only to be denied and then finely being granted release. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life. I flapped about on the mattress like a fish out of water. If a bomb had gone off next door I would not have noticed. It was un Earthly. Such intense pleasure.

When I did come back to my senses I found myself panting on the bed with Peter sitting over me. I reached over to cup his tight little boy balls in my hand. "It was good for you," he said with a look of smug satisfaction for a job well done.

"Good? Bloody hell! Where did you learn that Peter?" I asked. "Who taught you?"

Peter didn't answer. He just smiled and said, "You liked it. I'm glad. It's nice to please others."

"Fuck yeah," I replied. "I never knew that sex could be so good. You just about blew the top of my head off!"

Peter laid down on top of me and we held hands. "Don't worry Josh," he said. "Even if they do take your stuff we can still have fun. Oh it will be a little different. There won't be so many things we can do. But we can love each other all the same, so when you stop and think about nothing will really be all that different. A guy can live without his dick. I should know that. I've been doing it all my life. It's okay."

But Peter was wrong, very wrong. And how could he possibly know? Peter had never had a dick, well not since he was a baby and he couldn't even remember that. Peter didn't know what having a dick was all about. He didn't know what it was like to be a boy, a real boy. It was not 'just' the love, it was the sex. I knew then that-for me-life with out a dick was no life at all. Take my dick and you'd take me life. I would find some way to keep from being cut. At the end of the summer, I would return home a complete boy, or I would not return at all!

(To be continued.)