“Oskar. Wake up. Time to get ready for school.”

She awoke him from a dream, one about Eli. Had it all been a dream? He was naked. He didn’t have to look to know that. His hard dick wasn’t restrained by his briefs. Pulling up the covers, he saw that his stomach was covered in dried come.

That he was naked wasn’t unusual, but that he had dried come on his stomach was. When he jacked off at night, he used his briefs to clean up afterward. Looking for his briefs, he found them on the floor – on Eli’s side of the bed. He wouldn’t have thrown them there.

It wasn’t a dream; he knew that, but it all seemed so unreal. Eli wasn’t a girl, but she wasn’t really a boy either. She – he – had no dick or balls. Could you still be a boy without them?

Oskar had thought about cutting off his dick. He was ashamed of it, since it was so small; and thinking about cutting it off – pretending he was going to cut it off – turned him on. His best orgasms came when he held a knife to it pretending he was about to cut it off.

He thought about how smooth Eli was down there. He couldn’t understand how she peed, but she – it was difficult to think of Eli as a he – probably had a pee hole somewhere – probably between her legs – he hadn’t found.

Thinking about Eli – about her smooth crotch – he jacked off.

In the shower afterward, Oskar saw his mother’s razor in the soap dish. He lathered up his pubic hair and shaved it off. Oskar liked it. At least, that part of him was smooth like Eli. If only he could work up enough courage to cut off his dick. He’d never really thought about cutting off his balls, but if his dick went, he wouldn’t really have any use for them, would he? And…he’d have to get rid of them to be smooth like Eli.

Before leaving the bathroom, Oskar wrapped a towel around his hips. Usually, he walked naked from it to his room; he’d walked to the bathroom from his room naked. He and his mother lived in a one bedroom apartment, and they had only one bathroom. A couple of years ago, she washed his hair when he bathed. Neither she nor he had seen a reason to change their habits once he hit puberty. But, he didn’t want her to see he’d shaved his pubic hair.

He’d forgotten about gym class.

“Take a shower, Oskar,” Mr. Avila said, when Oskar attempted to change from his gym shorts to his street clothes.

“I don’t need one.”

“Take a shower. You know the rules. Everybody showers after gym class.”

He stood watching as Oskar slipped off his briefs, which he’d pulled on, but Oskar turned away, so Mr. Avila didn’t see his shaved groin.

Jonny saw it, though. He, Mika, and Tomas were waiting at the shower for him. Oskar held his hand over his groin, but Jonny pulled it away.

“Look! Little Piggy has shaved his pubes. I told you he was gay. Are you gay, Little Piggy? Do you want to suck my dick? I’ll bet he wants to suck my dick. Are you a cocksucker, Little Piggy?”

Oskar shook his head.

“Speak up, Little Piggy. Do you suck cock?”

“No.”

“You want to suck mine, though, don’t you?”

“No.”

“On your knees, Little Piggy.”

When Oskar didn’t go to his knees, Jonny said to Mika and Tomas, “Get him on his knees.” They grabbed Oskar’s arms and forced him to a kneeling position.

“You really going to make him suck your cock?” Mika asked.

“Piggy wants to, don’t you Piggy?”

Clenching his teeth, Oskar shook his head.

His cock about half hard, Jonny brushed it across Oskar’s mouth.

“Open, Piggy. Suck it.”

Oskar clenched his teeth even tighter, if that were possible.

Juhan, a boy who had once been Oskar’s friend, maybe even his best friend, came into the shower. He had more or less avoided Oskar this year, since Jonny and his friends had started picking on Oskar.

“What are you guys doing?”

Looking up, Jonny said, “Mind your own business. Piggy’s gonna suck my cock. He’s gay. Look. He shaved his pubes.”

“Fuck! What’d you do that for, Oskar?”

Oskar couldn’t answer. He was afraid to open his mouth. Jonny still had his cock pressed to it, and it was more than half hard, now, and it looked huge. Jonny had his hand wrapped round it, and it protruded several inches beyond his hand. When Oskar had his hand wrapped around his dick, he was lucky to see its head.

“You used to be his friend, didn’t you?” Jonny said. “Did he ever suck your cock?”

“No.”

“Did you know he was gay?”

Juhan shook his head.

It wasn’t a denial that Oskar was gay; it was a statement that Juhan didn’t know he was. Oskar had always been a little strange, and he had shaved his pubes. How weird was that?

“I still don’t think you should make him suck your cock.”

Jonny took a step back.

“Tell you what, Piggy. Jack off, and I won’t make you suck my cock.”

Oskar shook his head. Jonny nodded at Tomas, who pulled Oskar’s hair.

“Owww.”

“See, Piggy, I can make you open your mouth. Jack off, or I’ll stick my cock in it.”

“Do it,” Juhan said. “That’s not so bad. I know you jack off. You told me you did.”

He’d never seen another boy jack off, and he wanted to see Oskar do it.

Tomas pulled his hair again, keeping tension on it.

“Owww.”

“Jack off or suck my cock. Your choice,” Jonny said.

Oskar dropped his hand to his dick, and with his thumb and first two fingers began stroking it. After a bit, it got hard.

“Fuck!” said Tomas. “Look how small it is.”

Jonny laughed

“Shit, we already knew it was small. Keep it up,” he told Oskar. “I want to see you come, if you can?”

Now his dick was hard, Oskar had his hand wrapped around it. The head of it disappeared on every out stroke. Every time he slowed, Tomas pulled his hair.

He came. Spunk oozed from his cock. Although it usually shot a few inches, after the night before, and after jerking off that morning, it just oozed out.

“Fuck, Oskar! You really did it.”

Looking up from his oozing cock, Oskar stared at Juhan.

You told me to.

In a way, he had wanted to jack off. It had turned him on to jack off while the others watched, even if the others were Jonny and his gang.

Maybe, if Juhan hadn’t been there - maybe if Juhan hadn’t told him to jack off - he wouldn’t have; but he had often jacked off imagining that Juhan watched while he did. When he jacked off standing at his window, he pretended that people could see him do it, even though he knew his lower half was hidden by the windowsill.

Besides, they had made him do it. What choice did he have?