Greg said, "I thought about it and I realized that as long as I have Peter to love and he loves me, I will be ok. Peter will still love me even though I don't have a dick anymore, won't he?"

"Of course he will. I am sure he will always love you."

"You are taking this so well. It must be because you are such a strong boy."

"Peter is much stronger than I am. He can lift almost twice as much weight as I can. When we ride to the library, we put all the books on his bike and he still has to slow down so that I can keep up."

Mrs. Grady said, "Peter is physically stronger than you, but you are mentally and emotionally stronger than he is. Is there anything you want?"

"Just some earplugs. It's kind of noisy here, and I want my Harry Potter books. Where is Peter? Is he ok?"

"He is very upset about you being shot. I had to have him put on tranquilizers and Prozac. He tried to come but when we got into the parking lot, he had a panic attack so I had to take him home. My brother is there taking care of him. Part of the reason he had the panic attack is that his father died in this hospital."

"I'll get the earplugs at the pharmacy here in the hospital, bring them to you and then I'll go home and get the books."

The next day when she visited, she said, "I bought you this CD player that plays MP3s. I already had Peter transfer some of your favorite music to one CD and the first Harry Potter audio-book to another. He is probably transferring the rest of your music and other audio-books right now. His psychiatrist said that I should keep him busy."

Greg said, "Thanks for the CD player. Will Peter be ok?"

"His psychiatrist said that once you get home, he will be better."

"Then I will get better as fast as I can."

When Greg was released from the hospital, Mrs. Grady said, "You can ride in the front seat this time because it reclines and will be more comfortable for you."

On the way home, Greg said, "What am I going to do about showering after P.E. and at the Y? I don't want all the boys to see that I don't have a dick anymore."

Mrs. Grady said, "When the doctors sewed up your wound, they put a very strong magnet under the skin. When you are more healed up, they will make you a prosthesis that will look like a normal penis. It will attach to you magnetically."

"Will I be able to pee through it or have sex with it?"

"No, you won't. It will be for appearances only."

Greg said, "Oh," and then he cried for a while. When he saw that they were almost home, he made himself stop crying and wiped away the tears because he didn't want to upset Peter.

When they drove into the garage, Peter was there with a wheelchair. They kissed and hugged for several minutes and Peter said, "I missed you so much. I wanted to come visit you in the hospital but I just couldn't."

Greg said, "That's ok."

Peter helped him into the wheelchair and wheeled him into the elevator. He saw his mom heading for the stairs and said, "Why don't you come in the elevator with us, there's plenty of room?"

Mrs. Grady said, "I don't want all of us in it at the same time in case it gets stuck."

Peter said, "Ok." He pressed the button for the second floor. It was the first time Greg had ridden in the elevator. Peter said, "I'm sure glad we have this elevator. If we didn't, you would have had to stay in the hospital a lot longer."

When they got to their bedroom, Peter said, "Look, Mom had me move the TV and the VCR/DVD player from the exercise room in here so that you can watch from bed until you're better." He helped Greg into the bed closest to the door and said, "It's my fault that you were shot. Can you forgive me?"

Greg said, "What are you talking about? There is nothing to forgive you for. You saved my life."

"But you wouldn't have been shot at all if I hadn't wanted a chocolate bar. I will never eat chocolate again."

"I wanted to look at the magazines. Besides if we hadn't stopped, I could have been hit by a car and been paralyzed from the waist down."

"If you had, you'd still have your dick."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be able to feel it, or walk, or ride a bicycle. If I was paralyzed, I wouldn't be able to feel you butt-fuck me. I love to be butt-fucked by you and I will still be able to do it."

Peter said, "It's my fault you lost your dick. I should go down to the kitchen, cut my dick off and put it down the garbage disposal."

"NO! Peter, NO! If you do that it would hurt me terribly. It would be worse than losing my dick. You have to promise me you won't do that. If you love me, you will promise me that you won't hurt yourself in any way."

Peter exhaled and inhaled raggedly several times and then said, "I promise." After several seconds he said, "Can I get you anything?"

Greg said, "I had dinner in the hospital but I'd like some grape juice and a banana."

When Peter got back with the juice and the banana he said, "I wish I had never met you because then you would still have your dick."

"I don't. I would rather live with you than live with my aunt even if I had the biggest dick in the world."

"I don't deserve to have a lover as good as you."

"Yes you do. You are a very good person. You were willing to give up your allowance, Christmas gifts and birthday gifts to have me live with you."

That night Peter got into the other bed and said, "I should sleep in this bed until you are better. If we are in the same bed, it will hurt you every time I move. If I wake you up with one of my nightmares, hit me with this yardstick until I wake up. I moved the beds closer together so that you would be able to reach with the yardstick."

About 45 minutes later, Greg was woken by Peter screaming, "No! Don't shoot him." He screamed it over and over. Greg thought about waking him but he decided to get into his bed instead. It was very difficult but he managed by using the walker Mrs. Grady had rented. As soon as he got into Peter's bed, Peter settled down as he always did.

When they woke up, Peter said, "You shouldn't have changed beds. You could have hurt yourself. You should have just woken me up."

"I missed sleeping with you. It does hurt a little bit when you move but it is better than sleeping alone."

Peter served Greg breakfast in bed. After breakfast, Greg said, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Peter said, "I could get you the bedpan."

"No, I used one in the hospital and it was horrible. I don't want to ever use one again."

Peter said, "I'll get the wheelchair."

"No, I need to start walking or I will never get well. I'll use the walker and you can walk behind me and make sure I don't fall down."

After he finished using the toilet, he said, "Did Mom put a chair in the shower?"

Peter looked and said, "Yes, there's a plastic chair in there."

Greg said, "Then I can take a shower." He took the hospital gown off and Peter helped him into the shower. After he sat, he asked Peter to empty his catheter bag and take the bandages off.

When Peter took off the bandages, he saw the scar where Greg's penis had been. He started weeping. Greg let him cry for several minutes and then he touched Peter's head and said, "Peter, I am getting cold. Please turn the water on and shower me."

Peter said, "Of course. I shouldn't have been crying here when you need my help. I'm a terrible brother."

"You are not a terrible brother. You are just upset. I cried a lot after I found out my dick was gone."

When the shower was finished, Greg said, "I'm feeling a little weak. You better get the wheelchair to get me back to bed."

Peter said, "Ok," and he ran out.

Greg had Peter take him downstairs in the wheelchair so that he could eat lunch in the kitchen.

The next day Greg said, "I miss making love to you. I want to jack you off."

Peter said, "No."

"Why not?"

"Because you will never be able to jack off again so I shouldn't either."

"Please Peter, let me. It will give me pleasure. Besides, I will be able to jack off soon."

"How, with no dick?"

"I will be able to use a vibrator up my butt-hole. Mom said she would get me some. She said that she knew that boys need to masturbate and since I would no longer be able to do it the regular way, she would order me some."

"Mom is getting you vibrators? That's a surprise."

"Yes, she is. We have a great mom. Now let me jack you off."

Peter said, "Ok," and he lay down beside Greg.

The next day, Mrs. Grady gave Peter a package and said, "Please give this to Greg." Peter realized it was the vibrators and she was embarrassed to talk about it.

When Greg opened the package, he found four different types of vibrators. He said, "I'm too sore to use any of these now but they look like they might be fun. Mom said I should keep them locked up in my desk so that the maids won't find them."

Peter said, "I'll lock them up then."

A few days later, Greg said, "I still hurt too much to be fucked but I want you to massage my prostate." Peter said, "Do you want me to use one of the vibrators or my finger?"

"All of the vibrators are kind of thick. They might hurt me. I want you to use your finger." Greg had an orgasm and he liked it more than he thought he would. Then he said, "Get over me on your hands and knees so that I can give you a blow job."

Peter did and he said, "You should bite my dick off."

"Peter, do you want me to think you are a stupid moron?"

"No, I would never want that."

"If you keep saying you want to lose your dick because you feel guilty for something that wasn't your fault, I will think that. I will still love you but I will think you are a stupid moron."

"But it was my fault."

"Did you shoot me?"

"No."

"Did you know I would be shot?"

"No."

"Then it was NOT your fault. If I had wanted to go to the used book store and you had been hit by a car on the way there, would you blame me?"

"No."

"Then you shouldn't blame yourself for this," Greg said as he pointed at his crotch.

Peter said, "I guess you're right. It's just so terrible and unfair that your dick was shot off. You are the best person I know. This should have happened to some drug dealer or at least a bully."

Greg said, "I wish it had been Sean whose dick was shot off but it wasn't and we have to live with it. At least I like being butt-fucked and I will still be able to be butt-fucked."

"Do you want me to massage your prostate while I blow you?"

Peter said, "Yes, I want the massage."

Every day Greg got a little better. Three days after he got home, he stopped using the wheelchair. Four days after that he started using a cane instead of the walker. That day he decided to use one of the vibrators. They put a condom on it so that it wouldn't get dirty.

Greg said, "I really like this vibrator. You should try it."

Peter said, "Do you like it better than my dick?"

"No. I like your dick better but this is good too."

Peter tried it and said, "It does feel good."

The next day Greg said, "I want you to butt-fuck me."

Peter said, "I don't think I can."

"Why not?" Greg asked.

"Because the catheter is in the way."

"I didn't think of that. I guess we will have to wait until after they remove it."

A few days later, Greg went back to the hospital to have the catheter removed. After it was out, the male nurse put a thick garment on him.

"What is this?" Greg asked.

"It's a diaper. You will have to wear them for a few days."

Greg said, "Why? I don't wet the bed."

The nurse said, "You have had a catheter in for a long time. Your bladder control muscles have been stretched out. It will take a while for them to tighten up again. Once you go two days without wetting yourself, you can stop wearing them."

"Great. Just great. Now I get to wear a diaper like a baby." He started to cry.

Mrs. Grady who was on the other side of a curtain said, "Don't feel bad about crying. You have been through a lot."

When they got home, Peter was in the garage waiting for them. When he saw Greg, he said, "What's wrong?"

"Now that the catheter is out, I have to wear a diaper."

"That's terrible. It's not forever, is it?"

"No, they said it should only be a few days."

Peter said, "That's not too bad then. We can get through this."

"What if I have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life?"

"I'm sure that won't happen and even if it does, I will still love you." That made Greg feel better and he smiled.

That night, about 30 minutes before their bedtime, Greg said, "Let's go up to our room and listen to some music."

Peter said, "Ok." When they got to their room, he said, "What do you want to listen to?"

"I don't really want to listen to music. I want you to butt-fuck me now. I can't wait any longer." When Greg had his orgasm, he wet the bed.

Greg was really upset but Peter said, "It's no big deal. Lets take a quick shower and get into the other bed. I'll clean up this bed in the morning."

Greg said, "What if this happens every time you fuck me?"

"We'll figure something out. I wouldn't mind changing the sheets every day."

In the morning they could both smell the urine. Peter said, "I guess I should have washed the sheets last night or at least put them in a garbage bag and sealed it up."

The next time, Greg peed right before getting fucked and they put one of the diapers under his butt. They also had a garbage bag ready for the sheets in case Greg wet the bed.

Greg peed when he came but it was only a little bit and they didn't have to change the sheets. The time after that, Greg didn't pee at all. They kept putting a diaper under his butt for the next week but he never peed when he came again.

After Greg got home with his prosthesis, he showed it to Peter and said, "How does it look? Do you think it will fool the boys in the locker room? It's made out of a soft rubber stuff so that it will move around when I move and when I wash it in the shower." He demonstrated by wiggling his hips back and forth and jumping up and down.

"Sure, it looks great. I was afraid that it would be hard like an eraser and look fake but it moves like a real dick. If I look really closely, I think I can tell it isn't real but boys in locker rooms are not going to look that closely. They will be afraid that other boys will think they are gay if they look at guys' dicks."

"They deliberately made it a little big compared to my balls. I think it's quite a bit bigger than my real dick was. When my balls get bigger, they will make me a new, bigger one. I'll probably get a new one every summer for several years. They'll replace it over summer vacation so that no one will notice it suddenly getting bigger."

"Are you going to wear it all the time?"

"They said that I shouldn't wear it more than eight hours at a time because I could get a fungal infection. You know, there is one advantage to having this thing instead of a real dick."

"What's that?"

"I don't have to worry about getting a boner in the locker room. I did get one once. I was looking at your beautiful butt and my dick just popped up. I managed to cover it with my towel and I don't think anyone noticed."

"That can be a problem. I got two boners last year from looking at your gorgeous body. Stefan saw one. I was afraid he would say something but he didn't."

The next day they went swimming at the YMCA and nobody noticed that his penis was artificial. When school started, nobody noticed either.

Three-and-a-half weeks after the start of school, a boy named Dennis snapped Greg with a towel just after he finished drying himself. His prosthesis flew off and hit Stefan's locker, base first. Because of the magnet, it stuck there.

For about half a second, Stefan thought that someone had thrown a huge spit wad or a big piece of chewing gum at him. Then he saw that it was a penis. He was about to say something when he heard Dennis give a high-pitched scream. He looked at Dennis and saw that he was staring at something. He looked in the direction Dennis was looking and saw that Greg was deathly pale and frozen in place. When he noticed that Greg had no dick, he instinctively cupped his hands protectively over his private parts.

All the boys in that part of the locker room also looked at Dennis and then at Greg. Most of them also had their hands over their dicks. One boy had a partial erection.

Peter quickly grabbed the prosthesis and put it back into place. Then he advanced on Dennis and said fiercely, "If you ever touch him again I WILL kill you!"

Because Peter's face was so fierce and he had heard what Peter had done to the bully last year, Dennis became so terrified that he wet himself. Peter turned to the other boys and said, "If any of you ever touch him, I will kill you." He turned to Greg and got him to sit on the bench facing the lockers. He dressed himself and since Greg was just sitting there, he dressed Greg too.

Many of the boys saw Greg with no dick. He heard them saying "no dick" and "fake dick" and other things. After Peter finished dressing Greg, he gently grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. He led Greg out of the locker room. When they got outside, the other boys were still talking about Greg and his lack of a dick. Greg pulled out of Peter's grasp and started to run.

Peter ran after him. When he saw that Greg was heading for the main gate he said, "Greg, you can't leave. We have two more classes." Greg did not stop so Peter did not stop either. Greg ran all the way home with Peter following him. He went straight to their room and lay face-down on one of the beds without even taking his shoes off.

Peter took off Greg's shoes and put a blanket over him. He held him for several minutes and then he went into the guest bedroom and called his mom at work. He told her what happened and asked, "I have some of my tranquilizers left, should I give him one?"

"No, that's not a good idea, besides I have them locked up anyway. I will be home very soon. I will decide what to do when I get there. You stay with him and hold his hand or hug him. He needs you to be with him."

When Mrs. Grady entered the boys' room, Greg was still laying face down. Peter was laying beside him. He was holding Greg's right hand with his right hand and rubbing his back with his left. She sat on the other side of the bed and started rubbing his back too. After several minutes she said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Greg said, "No." After about a minute he said, "I can never go back to school again. A whole bunch of boys saw and by tomorrow everyone will know."

"You don't have to go to school tomorrow."

"What about after that?"

"We will work something out."

Mrs. Grady stayed with them for several minutes and then she said, "I will leave you two alone now." She left the room. About 90 minutes later she came back in and said, "I brought you some fruit and milk." Peter took one of the glasses of milk and a banana.

Greg said, "I'm not hungry."

Mrs. Grady put the tray down on one of the nightstands and said, "I'll leave this here in case you change your mind. You don't have to do any homework tonight. I went to the school and got Peter's homework and books. Do you want him to do his homework here or downstairs?"

"Here."

"When you are finished, Peter, come downstairs and I will check your work."

After Mrs. Grady checked Peter's homework she said, "You must be very upset. You made six errors in math, four in history, two in science and one in Spanish." Peter went back up to his room to be with Greg and correct his errors.

When Mrs. Grady finished checking Peter's corrections, she said, "Dinner is almost ready. Go see if you can get Greg to come down to eat."

When Peter came back down, he looked as if he was about to cry. He said, "He won't come down. I'm really, really worried about him. He was so strong and brave after he came home from the hospital and now this."

Mrs. Grady said, "This might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. He might have been hiding how upset he was so that he wouldn't upset you. I want you to eat down here with me and when you are finished, take a plate up and see if you can get him to eat."

When he came back downstairs, Peter said, "I got him to eat a little bit and then he went to the bathroom. When he was in the bathroom, he threw this in the trash." He held up Greg's prosthesis. "I think you should keep it in your office until he wants it again. I got him undressed and into bed. I'm going to go to bed with him now even though it's really early."

Mrs. Grady took the prosthesis and said, "I'll keep this safe. I think it's a good idea for you to spend as much time with him as possible. I managed to get an appointment with Dr. Hinklefarb for him tomorrow. I probably should have had him see a psychiatrist right after he was shot but he seemed to be taking things so well. I hope he will be able to go back to school again on Monday."

"Dr. H is pretty good. He helped me a lot after Dad was killed and after Greg was shot. Can I stay home from school tomorrow to be with Greg?"

"No. You have to go to school. If you are home with him, he won't have as much reason to go."

The next morning Peter said, "He won't come down for breakfast. I couldn't even get him to take a shower. When the alarm went off he just went to the bathroom and then back to bed."

"Why do such terrible things happen to Greg? He is the best person I know and first his dick was shot off and now his thing was knocked off. I have been snapped with a towel but my dick was never hit. I have never heard of anybody's dick getting hit. Is God mad at him because he doesn't go to church?"

"I don't believe in God and if there is a God I don't think he would do such terrible things. Sometimes terrible things happen to good people whether they are religious or not. If you want to go to a church and talk to a priest or pray for Greg, I will take you. If you do talk to a priest, don't tell him that you and Greg are having sex."

"I wouldn't even know what church to go to."

"Your great-grandparents were Catholic. You could go to a Catholic church but it might be better if you picked a church that is more gay friendly. I think your uncle and his partner go to church sometimes. You could ask him which church they go to."

"Before you leave for school, take Greg a tray of fruit and a thermos of cold milk. While you are up there set the alarm clock to 10:20 and tell Greg that he has a doctor's appointment and needs to be dressed and ready to go at 10:30. Tell him that you will be really disappointed if he is not ready."

When Peter came back down, he said, "He said he would be ready."

When Peter got home from school, he was surprised to find Greg waiting in the living room for him. They kissed and Greg said, "I'm sorry I worried you so much. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course I forgive you. You have been through an awful lot and getting your thing knocked off was horrible."

After they had their fruit and milk, Greg said quietly, "Let's go to our room. I want you to fuck me."

Peter went into the kitchen and asked his mother, "Can we go up to our room and listen to music before we start our homework?"

"Since it's Friday and you have all weekend to do your homework, you can listen to music now."

While they were getting a condom from the linen closet, Greg said, "I think she knows we are going to have sex instead of listing to music."

"I think so too and I am glad she didn't say anything about it."

Greg went into the bathroom to pee before sex as he always did. When he came out, he said, "I was so upset yesterday that I threw my thing in the trash. It's not there now. Do you think the maids came and emptied the trash?"

"No, I rescued it yesterday. Mom has it now."

"That's good. I'll need it when I go back to school. I want you to fuck me really good. I like it when you are a little rough."

After the sex, Greg said, "Thank you. That was great. Having you make love to me always makes me feel better. I should have had you fuck me yesterday."

On Sunday night, Peter asked, "What have you decided about school?"

"Mom said that we could go to a private school but it would mean over two hours a day on the bus."

"I wouldn't mind if it would be better for you," Peter said.

"I decided to go back to our school because the kids at the private school would find out. Many of them would have friends or relatives at our school. I'm going back tomorrow. I hope that after a few weeks most kids will get used to my condition and stop staring at me and talking about me."

Greg went back to school on Monday. When he took his shower most of the boys stared at him and said cruel things. Then Dennis said, "Leave him alone. His dick was shot off last summer. If your dick was shot off would you like people to treat you the way you are treating him?" Then he turned to Greg and said, "I'm really, really sorry about what I did. If I had known, I never would have done it. I wish I could go back in time and not do it. I will never snap anyone with a towel again."

After Dennis' little speech, the boys treated Greg better but there was still some staring.

The next day in the locker room Greg said to Dennis, "I forgive you for what you did. I should have forgiven you yesterday but I was still too upset."

Dennis said, "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"Of course you do. You are sorry, you apologized and you helped me by talking to the other boys. Also, like you said yesterday, you didn't know what would happen. You definitely deserve to be forgiven."

"You are a very good person. If it happened to me, I don't think I could forgive the guy that did it."

Peter said, "He's the best person I have ever met."

Greg said, "Do you want to come over for dinner sometime? Mom's a very good cook."

"I'd like that."

"Do you want to come tonight?"

"We better make it Friday. My mother doesn't like me to go out on school nights. Also, she needs to call your mother first. She might even want to visit your mother."

Peter said, "She sounds a lot like our mother."

On their way home from school, Peter asked, "Why did you ask Dennis over for dinner after what he did?"

"I think he really is sorry. If he eats over, he will probably become a friend and he won't bother me any more."

"You might be right but I doubt it."

On Friday, while the three boys were walking to the house, Dennis said, "How can you stand not having a dick? I think I would kill myself if my dick was gone and I couldn't jerk off anymore."

Greg said, "I try not to think about it. When I get really horny, I exercise until I am exhausted." He didn't like lying to his new friend but he knew it would not be a good idea to tell him about the vibrators or about Peter fucking him at least once a day. Then he asked, "How did you find out that my dick was shot off?"

"My cousin is an orderly at the hospital. He told me that a boy's dick had been shot off. When your fake dick came off, I realized it was you. Why do you still wear your fake dick, everybody in the locker room knows you don't have a real dick?"

"It's a prosthesis, not a fake dick but I call it my thing. I wear it 'cause it makes me look normal. I think if I didn't wear it, boys would stare at me for weeks until they got used to it and every time we got a new boy in the locker room he would stare at me for weeks. If I wear my thing, I look like everybody else and the boys will stop staring after a few days."

"That sounds like a good reason. I think I would do the same thing."

A few minutes later Peter said, "I know you are sorry now but why did you snap Greg with the towel in the first place?"

Dennis looked embarrassed and said, "When I was at my old school, I usually got the highest score on most tests. Now, you always get the highest score on Spanish tests and Greg always gets the highest score in every other class. I resented it and I wanted to hit Greg on the leg and give him a little sting."

Peter said, "I can understand that. I forgive you too."

Dennis smiled and said, "Thanks. I just wish there was something I could do to make up for the trouble I caused you and Greg."

Peter said, "There is."

"What?"

"You can help me and Greg tutor the other kids."

"I can do that. I would like to do that."

After Mrs. Grady left to drive Dennis home, Peter said, "You were right. It was a good idea to invite Dennis over. I think he's going to be a good friend."

The boys in the locker room quickly got tired of staring at Greg because, with his prosthesis on, he looked perfectly normal.

Thirteen days after Greg's prosthesis was knocked off, Frank said to a new boy, "Do you see the short boy that looks like Harry Potter, he's almost at the end of the row of lockers?"

Dale, the new boy, said, "I see him."

Frank said, "He has a fake dick and when it comes off there is nothing there but a scar."

Dale made sure to shower close to Greg. He looked as much as he could without being too obvious about it.

When he got back to his locker he said, "I don't believe you. I looked at his dick and I'm sure it's real. You are just pulling my chain."

"It's true and I will prove it." Frank casually walked down the row of locker until he was near Greg. While Greg was drying his back, Frank grabbed his prosthesis and pulled it off.

Peter quickly ran over and hit Frank's forearm. Frank dropped Greg's prosthesis and Peter was about to hit him again when Greg shouted, "NO! You'll get into trouble." Peter's hand stopped less than an inch from the boy's neck. Meanwhile, Dennis picked up Greg's prosthesis and handed it to him. Greg calmly put it back into place.

Peter said, "If you ever do anything like that again, I will beat the crap out of you."

Dennis said, "If you do something like that when Peter is not here, I will beat you up."

Darrel, a big black boy said, "Me too. Greg is a nice guy. He tutored me in math even though I couldn't pay him. I'm not going to let anyone hurt or bully him." Then several other boys said that they would also beat up anyone who bothered Greg. Greg never had problems with boys in the locker room again.

The end.