Mr. Smith said, "No. Not at all. You got very good grades this year and you got extremely good results on your standardized tests. We are here to offer you a full scholarship to Pritchard Academy. We have two conditions to the scholarship."

I was real excited. Pritchard Academy is the best, private, boys boarding school, in the country. All the boys who graduated from there got into good colleges. I thought only super-rich boys went there. "What are the conditions?" I asked.

"You have to be nullified now and you have to go swimming at the public pool and at the skinny-dipping pond at least ten times each before the end of summer. We want you to be comfortable with being nude in front of other boys before you start school."

I was real disappointed. I said, "Getting snipped is no problem but I can't do the swimming part."

Mr. Rand asked, "Why are you willing to be nullified? Is it because of the television commercials? Is it because of the better school breakfasts and lunches you would get?"

"Those are part of it but the main reason is that I have been showering after P.E. this year. I see smooth boys every time. There are 61 of us third-graders who shower together. At the beginning of the year, three boys were smooth. When I first saw them, I thought it was horrible and a little scary. After a few days, I thought it looked OK. The more I saw smooth-boys, the more normal they looked and the more attractive they looked.

"Now there are 13 smooth-boys. I think smooth-boys look better than boys with stuff down there. Especially if the stuff is big like it is on older boys. About a week ago, my first-period teacher had me take a note to a P.E. teacher. I saw boys in sixth grade showering. About half of them were smooth. Some of the others had big dicks and balls. They looked real ugly. I have already decided to get snipped this summer."

Mr. Smith turned to Mr. Rand and said, "I told you so." Then he looked at me and asked, "Why can't you do the swimming?"

"The pool and pond are both too far for me to walk. I can't afford the bus. Also, you have to pay two bucks every time you use the pool and 50 cents for lockers at the pond. If you don't use the lockers, bullies will steal your clothes."

Mr. Smith said, "That is not a problem. If you accept the scholarship, we will pay all the costs associated with your swimming. You can go as often as you want without paying."

"Will I have to pay and then get paid back? I only have a few cents."

"No. We will reprogram your ID chip. It will give you free bus rides, free admission to the pool and free locker use."

I smiled and said, "I'll do it. I will take the scholarship."

Mr. Smith said, "That is wonderful. We have already gotten you mother's permission for you to go to our school if we give you a scholarship. She does not know that you have to be nullified. We want it to be your decision.

"We have to get the nurse to nullify you and reprogram your chip. We are giving you the scholarship because we have no nullified boys at Pritchard Academy. We are recruiting you, and a few other boys who are, or will be, nullified so that the boys can see nullified boys every day. We hope many of our boys will choose nullification."

He gave me a card with his email address on it and said, "Send me an email if you have any questions. Do you have a computer you can send email with?"

"No, but I can use the computers at the library and community center."

When I took off my clothes so that Nurse Scott could snip me, I got a real hard boner. I didn't mind Nurse Scott seeing my boner. I knew him. It did bother me to have the two men from Pritchard Academy see it. Nurse Scott said, "Don't worry about the boner. Almost all boys get them when I snip them. Besides, this is the last boner you will ever get." I did feel a little better.

It only took a few minutes for Nurse Scott to snip me with a machine. It didn't hurt at all. I went to sleep soon after he put the machine on me. When I woke up, I was smooth and the two men were gone. Nurse Scott gave me a mirror. My crotch was nice and smooth but it was kind of red and puffy. I touched it and it wasn't sore at all.

Nurse Scott said, "It is numb now but it will be a little sore in a few hours. Don't poke at it. You could hurt yourself while it is numb. I have already reprogrammed your chip. You can use any city bus, anytime, free." He handed me a small package and continued, "Use this antibiotic ointment twice a day for the next three days. If your scar gets sore or feels hot, go to a clinic right away."

"When can I start swimming?" I asked.

"You can swim at the pool in four days. Don't swim at the pond for seven days. The water in the pond is not very clean."

When I left the nurse's office, I saw a boy I knew. I said, "Hi Danny."

He said, "What's up Chuck?"

I went along with the joke and said, "Upchuck is vomit. Guess what I just did?"

"Did you win another academic prize?"

"No. I got snipped."

"I thought you were going to wait a week."

"I was but a guy offered me a scholarship to Pritchard Academy if I got snipped."

"Can I get that kind of scholarship? I'd give up my dick and balls to go to Pritchard Academy. Hell, I'd give up my right arm too." Danny is right-handed.

"I don't think so. They only want guys with really high grades." Danny is a B plus student.

"Damn! I wish I had studied harder." I didn't tell him that they also wanted boys with really high test scores. I never showed anyone at school my test results. Someone had handwritten on the printout, "Best in the state."

I decided to take the bus home. I had not taken the bus in years. I saw a sign that said, "Adults $2.00 Children under 13 $1.00 Nullos (smooth-boys) $0.50." When I put my ID chip against the pay point, the display said, "$0.50 paid by Pritchard Academy."

I sat next to Keith who's a smooth-boy. I asked, "When did they first start giving smooth-boys a discount?"

"About a month ago."

When I got home, I told Mom that the nurse had snipped me and that I got the scholarship. She was pleased that I got the scholarship. I think she was also pleased that I was snipped because smooth-boys get free breakfasts and lunches all summer at the community center.

I went to the pool on the fourth day. I had not been there since before the divorce, almost three years ago. A sign said, "Boys $3.00 Nullos (smooth-boys) $0.50." I asked the boy at the door, "How long have smooth-boys been getting a lower price?"

"About five weeks."

When I got into the locker room, I saw another sign. It said, "Nullos who swim in the nude (naked) will get $0.50. Just go to the desk beside the pool and have your ID chip scanned. Only Nullos are allowed to swim nude." If I had known that smooth-boys could swim for free, I would have gotten snipped a month ago and gone swimming every weekend, even though I would have had to walk for two hours each way.

This pool was for boys only. The girls' pool was across the street. I hate wearing a wet bathing suit and I wanted the money. I decided to swim naked. The boys would see me naked in the showers. Having them see me naked in the pool would not be any worse.

The guy at the desk was a naked smooth-boy. He scanned my chip and said, "Don't bother getting your chip scanned again today. You'll only get one payment no matter how many times you have your chip scanned."

I was afraid that I would be the only smooth-boy at the pool and that complete-boys might tease me. About two thirds of the boys were smooth. After I was there about an hour, a naked smooth-boy starting teasing a boy with a boner in his swim suit. I said, "Stop that. You shouldn't tease boys with boners. They can't help it. How would you like it if you were teased for being smooth?"

A security guard came up to us. He said, "We have a zero tolerance policy on teasing and bullying. You have to leave now. I have scanned your chip. If you are still here ten minutes from now, I will arrest you. You will not get your entrance fee back."

Then he scanned my chip. I asked, "Are you expelling me too?"

"No. I heard what you said to him. I just gave you a one dollar reward."

I smiled and said, "Thanks." Before I left, I checked my bank balance. I had $1.78. I thought about buying a chocolate bar but decided to wait until I had more money saved.

Only about 20 percent of the boys at the pond were smooth. The water wasn't nearly as warm or clean as the water in the pool. I decided to go to the pond just ten times. I would go to the pool as many times as I could.

A few days after I had swum at the pool and pond ten times each, I got a package from Pritchard Academy. It was a computer. It was used and about three years old but it was a good one. It was already loaded with a Linux operating system, a bunch of good freeware and electronic copies of my text books. It came with a free ISP account. The Internet with it was pretty slow because it was on dial-up.

I was real nervous when I showered after P.E. for the first time at Pritchard Academy. I was the only smooth-boy in the shower. I knew that I was probably the first smooth-boy any of the boys had seen. I got a lot of stares. Nobody said anything. Several boys got boners or partial boners. I wondered if it was because they wanted to fuck me or be smooth like me.

The school had a really nice indoor swimming pool where the boys swam naked. I decided to swim there as much as possible. I love to swim and I wanted the boys to get used to seeing my smooth crotch as soon as possible. I also knew that Mr. Smith would like it that I was swimming a lot. I didn't have much homework so I went swimming for about an hour before dinner. The boys at the pool were of all ages. The school had boys from age 10, like me, to 18. I got a lot of stares but not as many boys got boners.

The next day after P.E., there were fewer stares and fewer boners.

I had a private room. All the boys had private rooms. After classes on my second day, a boy came to my room. He was one of the boys who got a boner in the shower both days.

He had very bushy blond hair with bangs in the front. I couldn't decide if it was a golden blond or platinum blond. His complexion was extremely good but it wasn't too pale. His eyes were an intense blue green. When I saw him in the showers, I noticed that he had very little fat under his skin. I could see all his ribs and the outline of all his muscles. He had just the right amount of muscle. Not too much and not too little. His body was covered with very fine downy hair. I knew it was because he had so little body fat. I thought it was beautiful. I fell in love with him the second I saw him.

He said, "Hi I'm Andy I want to talk to you about. . . ."

"You want to talk about my smooth crotch don't you?" He nodded. After I let him in and closed the door, he asked me a lot of questions about being snipped. I was sure that he would be smooth soon. I asked, "Do you want me to take my clothes off so you can get a real close look?"

He nodded again. After I was naked, he asked, "May I touch it?" It was the first time I had ever heard a boy say "may" which is correct instead of "can" which is incorrect.

I said, "Yes." He stroked me very gently with his fingertips. It felt good, real good. Soon, I had an explosion of pleasure that started in my smooth-place and went throughout my body. After I recovered, I said, "What the heck was that?"

"I think you had an orgasm."

"What's an orgasm?" He went to my computer and pulled up the definition in an online dictionary. I read it and said, "Yes. I think I had an orgasm."

Before Andy left, I said, "I love your blond hair. It's very beautiful. If you get snipped, it will probably stay blond. If you keep your junk, it will probably turn much darker."

Andy said, "I've seen pictures of my dad and older brother. They had blond hair like mine when they were ten. A few years later, their hair was dark brown. I love your strawberry blond hair. It's beautiful too." He kissed me right on the mouth. We kissed for several minutes. Then he said, "I gotta go. It's almost lights out."

After classes on Friday, Andy came to my room again. He said, "I want to be snipped now but I'm scared. Can you come with me to the nurse's office?"

"Of course." I held his hand all the way there because I knew it would help. I let go of his hand so that he could get undressed. Then I held it again until it was time for him to get dressed. I walked with him to his room and helped him get into bed. The nurse had told him to go to bed. He had a bad reaction to a drug the machine used. He fell asleep in a few minutes. I called the nurse and asked him if I should stay up and watch Andy overnight. The nurse said, "No."

About an hour later, Mr. Smith came to my room. He said, "I've heard how you go swimming every day. The nurse told me how you helped Andy with his nullification. You are doing an incredible job. I never expected you to get a boy nullified in your first week. I have given you a 50-dollar bonus."

"You don't have to do that. I am glad to help. Andy is a terrific kid. I loved helping him."

"I insist on it. You really earned it. I will give you at least 30 dollars for each boy you convince to be nullified."

That night I tried to give myself an orgasm by stroking my smooth place. I couldn't do it. The next time Andy came over, he gave me another orgasm. For some unknown reason, I could have an orgasm when he did it but not when I did it. I could give Andy an orgasm. Later, he told me that he couldn't give himself an orgasm.

On Tuesday, another boy from my P.E. class came to see me. He also had me take him to the nurse's office on Friday. Luckily, he didn't have a reaction to the drugs.

Next week, three boys came to my room to talk about being snipped. Two of them were in the fourth grade like me and showered with me. The third one was in the sixth grade. He had seen me at the pool. I walked the two fourth-graders to the nurse's office. The sixth-grader went by himself.

In the first month, 14 boys had themselves snipped. The school started out with one smooth-boy on scholarship in each grade. Twelve of the boys who got snipped said that I was the one who convinced them to become smooth.

On the first Monday of my second month at the school, I talked to all the complete-boys at an assembly about getting snipped. At the end of the assembly, I took off my clothes and walked around in front of all the boys so that they could get a good look at my smooth-place. Three boys at the assembly decided to be snipped. Mr. Smith had the same kind of assembly on the first Monday of every month.

I got so many bonuses that I bought Mom a cashmere sweater for Christmas. She really loved it but she returned it without wearing it. She used the money to buy herself two pantsuits, a dress, three pairs of shoes and some underwear.

On April third I got an email from Danny. He said that after about three fourth of the boys in fourth-grade were smooth, he got snipped just to be like the other boys. He said that he thought most of the other complete-boys would do the same. I got another email from him on May 14. All the boys in the fourth-grade were now smooth.

By the end of the year, 93 boys at Pritchard Academy had become smooth. Nearly all of them said I convinced them. I was really glad that I had helped so many boys. I also liked all the bonuses I got. It was mostly the younger boys who got snipped. The older boys were much less likely to have their junk removed. More than half of the fourth-graders got snipped.

I spent most of the summer vacation with Andy at his house and at Summer camp. Andy's parents paid for me to go to camp. They also bought me a new, top-of-the-line computer with super-fast wireless Internet which they put on their family account.

Andy's parents were very glad I convinced Andy to be snipped. His older brother, Mark, did very well in school until he started puberty. Then his grades really dropped and he got into a lot of trouble. He was kicked out of Pritchard Academy and several other schools. Mark never went to college. He disappeared after he turned 18, two years ago. They have private detectives looking for him.

When we were at Andy's house, we slept in the same bed. His parents thought we couldn't have sex. Sleeping with Andy was wonderful. I missed sleeping with him when we were at camp and at school.

Next year, a new, smooth, fourth grader was at Pritchard Academy on scholarship. Mr. Smith had me shower with the new fourth-graders several times a month. At the end of my second year, more than 60 percent of the fourth-graders were smooth. I think it was because they saw so many smooth fifth-graders and sixth-graders.

At the end of second assembly of the year, Mr. Smith gave an announcement. He said, "We have decided that if two boys are both Nullos, they can sleep together whenever they want." I was very happy.

A boy got up and said, "My lover is smooth. I want to be snipped today so that I can sleep with him every night."

I saw two boys talking together quietly. They got up and one said, "Both of us want to be snipped so that we can sleep together." I started clapping. Most of the boys also clapped. Another couple got up and asked to be snipped. Nurse Rogers was very busy that night snipping five boys.

That summer, the summer camp had the same policy. Four boys at camp got snipped so that they could sleep with their lovers.

Just after we turned 18, Andy and I got married. I wanted a small private ceremony but Andy's parents insisted on throwing us a big elaborate wedding. They didn't have any daughters.

I got academic scholarships to all the Ivy League schools. I went to Harvard because Andy got into Harvard. He got extra points because both his parents graduated from Harvard and he was smooth. He just barely got in. If he didn't have the smooth-guy credit, he wouldn't have.

Andy wasn't stupid or lazy. He got really nervous when he had to take tests. After we married, I figured out how to help him. I would get him to relax by giving him a massage and then start asking him questions about the subjects he was studying. When he got nervous, I stopped asking questions. Gradually, his tolerance for questions increased until he could answer them for hours. After that, he did much better in his classes.

After Andy told his parents that I cured his test anxiety, they wanted to buy me an expensive car. I didn't let them. I told them to have Mom's house repaired instead. It was in really bad shape.

Mom's house was in such bad shape that Andy's father had Mom live in a trailer on the lot while they tore down the house and built a new one. The new house was bigger and superinsulated with a very efficient geothermal heating and cooling system. It had solar panels on most of the roof and four wind turbines. The house generated much more electricity than it used. It had one of the new superconductor batteries that could run the house for a month if the city power was out and it was cloudy with no wind. There were never more than several days with no sun or wind. Mom could go indefinitely without city power if she needed to.

The new house had a small beauty parlor. Mom no longer had to rent a chair from Mrs. Grady. She rented out a chair to a young smooth-guy hairdresser. She made much more money from hairdressing than she used to make. She also made a lot of money from selling the extra electricity back to the power company. Many ladies in the neighborhood switched to Mom's beauty shop because they knew power outages would not interrupt their hairdo.

Andy's parents gave us a three-bedroom condo within easy walking distance of the Harvard campus as a wedding gift. It was very big and luxurious. I loved it.

In December, Andy insisted that we take the Mensa IQ test. He was very pleased because his IQ was only ten points lower than mine. A week after we took the test, a TV reporter contacted us because we had the highest average IQ of any married couple in the state. I didn't want to do the interview but Andy did. Andy loved the attention. I did it for Andy.

When I was 25, Andy and I had our first child. I wanted it to be a clone of Andy. He insisted that it be a clone of me. We had a clone of Andy two years later. Both boys had themselves nullified a few days after their ninth birthday. They wanted it done years earlier but nine was the minimum legal age. By that time, more than three fourths of upper-class boys got themselves snipped before they turned ten. More than nine out of ten lower-class boys did it before they were ten.

The end.

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