On the drive over I noticed that Peter was sort of quiet and so I asked him, "Do you really want to go throught with this? You don't have to you know. If it makes you uncomfortable we could turn back."

"I don't want to turn back," he replied. "If I turn back now I don't think I'll ever have the guts to try this again and then what would I do? I'd have to live my life as an outcast. No, I can't do that. I'm not going to act like I'm some sort of a freak. I'm not going to behave as if there was something wrong with me."

At the camp I stripped down first. It felt sort of weird undressing with losts of other people I didn't even know around. But the fresh air and sunshine did feel good on my naked skin. Peter was a little slower when it came to dropping his shorts. Once naked himself he looked up and gave me a shy little smile. Frankly I thought he looked great. He was slender, tan and athletic with the beginning of some muscles. True he had no dick but even so he was a very beautful boy. His balls were plump, and round in their tight little sack and so anyone who cared to look could see he was clearly male. Peter was a very sexy boy and as far as I was concerned the lack of a dick didn't hurt his appearance at all. It made him a bit more streamline. In fact it seemed to almost be a fashion statement. He was such an incredible boy that he could still be sexy and all boy even if not all the parts were in place.

We walked about and then playyed some ping pog. There were lots of adults around but none of them seemed to notice or if they did they didn't seem to care. My guess is that most of them must have seen it and been curious but felt it was bad manneres to ask or show too much interest. You could hardly miss a missing dick but I think that adults just don't want to admit to having any interest in a boy's package.

After a while a kid a bit younger than us came over. He said his name was Jason, he had light brown hair and was really cute. He asked us if we wanted to go swimming with him and Peter and I said "sure". I could see that every now and then Jason was sort of steeling a glance downward at Peter's crotch but trying hard not to be too obvious about it. The little guy clearly had questions but he didn't know how to bring them up. Peter and I exchanged smiles. We both knew that Jason was just dying to ask about his missing dick but didn't want to be rude. It became sort of like a game. Peter and I weren't going to say anything about it, we were just waiting to see how much longer Jason could go with out asking. It was funny really.

After the swim the three of us sunned ourselves by the side of the pool. Peter was completely over his earlier shyness. He was laying on his back with his kness spread so anyone who passed by could clearly see. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world for a boy not to have a pecker.

Finely Jason could hold it in no longer, "Peter I don't mean to be nosey or anything, but if you don't mind me asking, where's you penis?" he asked.

"What?" Peter asked playing dumb and innocent. "The last time I checked it was hanging right between my legs right were it belongs."

"Well maybe you should have a look now becouse I don't think it's there anymore," Jason said.

"It isn't?" Peter asked. He then looked down and gasped, "Oh my God my dick must have fallen off when I was playing with it on the way over here! I should have listened to my mom. She said it would happen if I did it too much!"

You should have seen the look on Jason's face. He was horrified. He really seemed to believe Peter! Then Peter and I both broke out laughing. Jason turned red. He knew we were having fun with him and he was shamed. It was funny when you think about it, a boy with a penis was shamed me a boy who didn't have one.

It looked like Jason was about to start crying and so Peter realized that the joke had gone far enough, "I'm sorry Jason," he said. "Josh and I didn't mean to make fun of you or laugh at you or anything, it's just that it was sort of funny. I mean you were so clearly wanting to ask me but so afraid that you might hurt my feelings and then when I told you that it had just fallen off it was like you really believed me."

"Oh," Jason said recovering from his embarrassment. "But how did you lose it really?"

"I'm afraid there isn't really much of a story," Peter replied. "It was lost in an accident years ago when I was a baby. I don't even remember it happening."

"Do you miss not having it?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," Peter said truthfully. "You can't really miss something you don't even remember having, but when I look around and I see that all the other boys have them I sort of feel like I'm missing out."

"You're not missing out," Jason said. "I always wanted to be like you. I think you're lucky."

(To be Continued)