My boy package was complete. No one had ever taken a knife to it. I had not been cir'ed. I still had my forskin. Carefully, almost reverently, Peter deafly pealed back the skin to expose the glistening pink head. It was almost as if he was unwrapping a gift. I could see that Peter was thrilled to realize that such a thing was possible. Not only could my dick grow hard or soft, there were hidden parts to it. At that moment I felt very sorry for Peter. He would never know what it was like to be held down there. No one would ever do to him what he was doing to me. But I didn't want him to know that that was how I felt. I was sure he wouldn't want my pity.

Peter started to handle the head of my cock, softly squeezing it to explore its firmness. "Stop," I gasped.

"Why?" He asked and I could hear the concern in his voice. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No you didn't hurt me," I answered. " It's just that the head is very sensitive. Handle it too much and my dick will shoot. I don't want that to happen yet. This feels too good. I want it to last."

"I wish I knew what that was like," Peter said.

"I wish you did too," I answerd and I ment it. Even thought it was a thrill that Peter was dickless I wished I could do to him what he was doing to me.

Slowly Peter continued to feel my dick and I tried as hard as I could to make it last but I just couldn't. The ensuing orgasm was the best of my life. The cum shot out all the way to my fave and some of it got on Peter. He didn't seem to mind. "Wow that was great!" he exclaimed with a wide grin. "It's better than watching Old Faithful erupt at Yellow Stone National Park. And I did it! I made you cum!"

We were wiping the cum from our bodies when we heard Peter's mother call up to us, "Boys, the pizza is here. Do you want to come down and eat?" she said.

"In a moment mom," Peter said and then he asked me. "Are you okay with eating naked? It would help me get used to being seen without my cloths on. I need to get comfortable being nude."

I didn't really want Peter's folks to see me naked but I knew I should try to help him in what ever way I could. My dick was starting to deflate so I said, "Let's do it."

The four of us, Peter, his parents and I, sat out in the backyard by the pool eating pizza. Thank goodness the yard had a high fence. Peter and I were the only ones who were naked. I guess I shouldn't have been all that embarrassed. After all I still had everything in the boy department, unlike Peter. But just as I was starting to think that things were going to be okay disaster struck. I could feel my dick razing its head! I could also feel the heat rising in my face. I couldn't just sit there with my boner sticking up for all to see while munching on pizza so I grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it around myself. Needless to say everyone noticed. Peter's dad just smiled and said, "Don't worry about it Josh. We all know that a boy's dick sometimes won't behave. It needs to go through its own cycle of erection and softness. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Still I kept the towel wrapped around me.

Peter said, "Hey, Josh I bet you wish you were like me right now. No control problems over here!" Then he added, "It must be very strange to have a part of your own body that you can't control."

"Yeah I guess so," I admitted. "It can be embarrassing at times but even so I think I'll keep it. One never knows when having a dick might come in handy." As soon as I said that I wished I haden't but no one seemed to mind of even notice. Still I didn't want them to think that I was braging about having a penis.

"Dad will I ever be able to have an orgasim?" Peter aasked.

"You might," his dad repiled. "Some boys are able to reach orgasm through anal simulation."

"Oh you mean it might happen if someone puts ther penis up my butt," Peter repiled. "Wouldn't that make me gay?"

His dad thought about it for a moment and then said, "I don't think we should apply lables like "gay" or "straight" to people. Everyone is different. Some people might call you a eunuch because you have no penis but we both know that you are a boy not much different from other boys." I wondered how Peter's dad could say such a thing with a straight face.

"If I can't have an orgasm do you think I should have by balls removed?" Peter asked.

Both his parents were pretty much flabbergasted by that. Finely his mother collected her witts and said "Peter how could you even think of such a thing? You don't want to be castrated."

"Well think about it," Peter said. "Is castration really so crazy? If I can't find relief what good will balls do me? They'll just pump out stuff that will make me crazy with lust and I won't have anyway to get off. I won't be able to do a thing about it. Wouldn't it just be better to have them chopped off?"

His father spoke next. He said, "Peter castration is permanent. There is no way it can be undone. What if you decide afterwards that you don't really like being a eunuch? We can't take that risk."

"But isn't it true that there are other boys like me who have been castrated?" Peter wanted to know.

"Yes," his dad was reluctant to admit. "But the results are not always happy."

"The results may not be happy for straight boys but gay boys don't mind it so much," Peter pressed the point.

"What are you saying?" his fahter wanted to know.

"Dad I think I'm gay."

"Nonsense!" his father replied. "You are only 12. You're much too young to know a thing like that."

"But I do know!" Peter insisted. "Dad I thought you'd be happy for me. If I was straight it would be terrible. What girl would want me; a dickless boy? What could I do for her? Nothing! I'd never be able to fill her needs. And can you just imagine how unbearable it would be to be turned on by a girl and not be able to do anything for her? Being gay will be the best thing for me. Not having a dick will not be a handicap. Lots of gay men see that sort of thing as a turn on."

"Peter, lots of girls would love to have you as their boyfriend," his mother supplied. "Just you wait and see. Besides, how can you know that you're gay?"

"I know I'm gay," Peter insisted, "bacause I can't stop thinking about Josh and how much I'd like for him to put his penis in my botton and fuck me. If I don't like it and I don't have an orgasm, well okay, maybe you're right and I'm not gay. But I need to find you. I also want the doctors to finish what they started. I want to be castrated. Why sould I carry around a set of balls that I'll never use? I think I might just look good without them."

(TO BE CONTINUED)