I was on my honor to not touch my ‘new’ dick, as Dad called it. The thing was, I didn’t have the chance to – without being caught. If Dad wasn’t with me, Canyon was, and he told me I’d get in a LOT of trouble if I did. And since I was strapped down in bed at night and couldn’t move, I couldn’t even touch it then.

And I wanted too, real bad! It looked so different, and I wanted to know what it felt like!

It was right before the fireworks show that Dad reminded me that I had stuff to still think about. It was when I was healed up enough to start learning to protect myself with Canyon and Henry that really got me thinking harder. I was getting sick of being hit in the balls! Dad called it ‘every boy’s biggest vulnerability,’ and he was right. Every time I got hit there, getting castrated kept looking like a better idea.

Jeffie might like it when he was in pain, but I didn’t!

But at least I had permission to get a blowjob during free time. It didn’t feel the same, and there was a kinda numb spot where the tab underneath used to be. It took me longer to get off, too, and if I was only getting a blowjob or being jacked off, it was like I was NEVER going to cum. I still wasn’t shooting anything, though, and Dr. Kent checked my balls out once a week for signs of size that he said would mean I was hitting puberty. I guess the drugs weren’t wearing off yet, since he never got ‘anything out of me’ when he felt my prostate. Whatever that meant.

That was one choice I had to worry about:

If I started puberty, Dad said, I had to either get castrated or go back on shots to keep me from it. If I didn’t get castrated, I had to get a chastity thing put on me, too, like he’d had when he was our age. I wasn’t sure about that.

He showed it to me right after I got permission to fool around again.

It was a shiny metal thing that looked like a dick and balls, only hollow, like a shield. There was a tight ring that went on my bits, with a loop on it, and when the thing was put on, it would lock to that ring. The ring was too small to pull off without being able to work one nut at a time through it, and even that kinda hurt. It was hard to put the ring on, once my dick was through it and my nuts had to go through. So if the ‘trap’ was locked on, you couldn’t touch yourself, and since you couldn’t do that, you couldn’t work one nut at a time back out through the ring that was locked behind it. Since the ring couldn’t pull off you, there was NO way to get the shield off.

It also had little air holes in it, so there was no need to take it off, Dad said, but for once a week so he could give me a good cleaning.

I asked him about his one day when we were getting a bath. I’d just had 1.8 on the enema thing pumped into me, and I was feeling kinda light in the head. That, and he’d made me wear the chastity ting for a week, and I was SO glad to be out of it.

“Father wouldn’t have me castrated,” Dad told us, “Even though I wanted to be. I had a few friends who were, and I thought it was the greatest thing. But he said no. You see, boys, back then we didn’t have the testosterone shots that you do today. Once you were castrated, you were castrated– and you got all the effects that came with it. If you got fat, or had breasts budding, or got too tall and gangly, you were stuck with it. There was nothing that could be done. No beard, no voice change, and usually no more erections – ever.”

I wasn’t too sure about that, but then again, I didn’t know jack about hormone shots. But I figured he wasn’t lying to us. He hadn’t lied to me yet.

(I finally found it in a book a long later. It was 1944 when it was available, but it cost a LOT and wasn’t too common. I had to remember that Dad WAS pretty old, you know!)

Then again, he’d kept some things from me, too – like Bob rigging my old house to blow up and getting rid of Mom.

Or that he made his living by selling boys to men like him.

“My chastity device was different from the one you’ll need to wear, son,” he told me too, “You see, I had to get this piercing,” he showed us his PA (he called it). “When my device was put on me, I had to have the piercing first. That had to heal up, and I spent a lot of time with my hands tied behind my back!” Dad laughed.

Jeffie was there that night, and he just laughed too. Then again, the little whacko liked it!

“Once it healed up, the device was put on me, and a very small padlock went though the tip of the device and through my piercing. The only way to take it off was to rip it off and probably bleed to death! Only Father had the key.”

That was some story! I figured he must be right. I’d bled a lot when I got circumcised. I couldn’t even BEGIN to think how much you’d bleed if you ripped the end of your dick out!

Like I said, I got a test with the chastity thing that week, after a good fucking that first night.

It didn’t take me long to decide that I hated it! It was tight, it pulled, and it made my nuts ache some when I was told to try and pull it off. I messed with it for like 5 minutes before I gave up.

But since I wasn’t in puberty, I still had time to think about it.

Sex was something we did every day at free time, and if you spent the night in Dad’s bed, you were sure to get it. It wasn’t with him every night, but it was a couple times a week. After a few more times, even the start didn’t hurt anymore. I started to understand why Canyon said (the first time) – “You got to sleep in Dad’s bed ALREADY?”

I finally asked him one day how old he was the first time.

“You know, I don’t really remember,” he just shrugged. “I think I might have been 8?”

That kinda freaked me out, too. I mean, boys our age were into anything to do with “being naughty,” like Canyon called it, but at 8? I didn’t even know what sex was, or what a dick did other than pee when I was 8. I wasn’t thinking about that when I was the one being fucked, though. All I was thinking about was getting off, and I could get off best when I was being fucked by either a toy or a man. I kept thinking it wasn’t normal, because if it was, wouldn’t boys talk about it? Shouldn’t I have heard about it on the school bus already? And why was it illegal?

It was MY body, you know, and if I wanted to, why couldn’t I?

Dad said it was a good point, and that was why we couldn’t tell anyone, or trust anyone outside his friends.

That made me think about Scott, or Jimmie, again. He’d been gone for a while, I didn’t know how long, and I wondered how he was doing. I still felt bad for taking him away from his family, but he shouldn’t have told. If he hadn’t called Mom, he’d still be here with us. He screwed up, not me.

We got a letter from Mr. Anwar after he left. It didn’t say much:

Dad had to explain it to us.

“Well, boys, since Jimmie wasn’t castrated, he is just as fertile as any man or boy who shoots. Mr. Anwar is having him make love to women, in hopes of getting them pregnant.”

“WHAT?!?!” We both yelled.

“There aren’t many fair-haired or white boys there, you see. I’m sure that Mr. Anwar is very interested to see how some of Jimmie’s offspring will look, you see. The last time I was there, he knew of some very pretty ladies with extremely dark skin.”

“He’s doing it with GIRLS?” Canyon made a face.

I was kinda surprised, but not really. I mean, if Mr. Anwar had bought Scott, and he could shoot, then it only made sense that he’d breed him – and probably sell the boys Scott had to make money. I wondered if THAT was how he got so rich to start with? I didn’t ask. Asking questions had got me in too much trouble already.

I’d been spanked once, and I sure as hell didn’t want another one!

I mean, getting a swat to the butt to wake us up was one thing – it stung, but it reminded us EVERY morning of what would happen if we were bad.

I tried really hard to be good.

It was after the fireworks, sometime that summer that I got another big surprise:

Henry asked his dad (Dr. Kent) if he could get his dick cut off.

And since Dr. Kent had his real business to run (remember he was Scott’s pediatrician before?) and the rest of us to take care of, he needed someone to take care of his newest boy while he healed up.

OK, you see it coming, right?

We had to watch, and I freaked out.

Bad.

Kim might have been all smooth and perfect down there, and I figured he had to have got cut a LONG time ago to heal up so good. Kim looked like he’d never had anything down there to start with, but watching Henry was…OK, I puked. You get the idea?

Dr. Kent brought him over one night, and we’d had to help dad set up the place to do it in the basement. Everybody came over to watch too, and I if I hadn’t had a plug in my butt, I’d have shit myself to hear Henry tell us why he wanted it.

“Because if I don’t have a penis,” he said, “I can’t ever fuck anyone. I can’t jack off ever again. If I ever wanna get off, I HAVE to have someone else fuck me. Getting your penis cut off makes you a perfect bottom-boy. You’re helpless without someone else. You depend on them 100% for pleasure.”

It sounded like Henry was of those ‘smart kids’, too. I’d never heard the word “bottom-boy” before, and Dad explained it like this: “A bottom-boy is one who gets fucked, does the blowjob or hand job, but can never perform the act on himself. He cannot have an orgasm without help, as Henry said, and it makes him completely and totally dependent on his partner to bring him to that point.”

I couldn’t imagine it.

I mean I’d talked to Kim. I’d seen him be fucked. I’d heard him say how much he loved it, and if he had a new dick, he’d cut it off, too. But I couldn’t understand it.

OK, I liked getting fucked, but I really, really liked the feel of someone else touching my dick or giving me a blowjob. I didn’t ever wanna lose that. And someday, I wanted to know what it was like to fuck. I wanted to be the one providing good feelings to someone else.

We had a little operating room set up down there. There were lots of lights; ones I didn’t even know were there. It was so bright, and we’d spent hours cleaning it. It smelled like Lysol or something, and I was getting dizzy from the smell. Once we were done with that, we got our enemas upstairs so we’d all be clean. When Dr. Kent and Henry were ready, we all went down there and had a shower with this soap that just STUNK!

“Everything needs to be sterile,” Dr. Kent told us.

And he was filming it, too! There was a camera set up! What the hell?

Henry looked kinda tired, but he looked excited, too. We all took a turn giving his little limp dick a kiss goodbye, and then he got strapped down so he couldn’t move at all. There were like 12 straps all over him, and we had to stand there with white masks on and hold his hands.

“Henry?” Dr. Kent asked him, “Are you certain that you want to do this?”

“Yes, sir,” he told him.

And he smiled.

“Say it, then.”

“Daddy, I want you to cut my penis off, so I can never, ever fuck anyone, or get myself off again,” Henry told him.

I didn’t know how the hell a 12 or 13 year old was supposed to decide that, but he was like the rest of us – it was his choice.

Like it was my choice to get castrated or not.

Just like I’d chose to get circumcised.

“There’s a good boy,” Dr. Kent told him. He filled up a syringe with lube, and shot that up Henry’s dick. Then he got a catheter out. He started sliding the tip of it into Henry’s dick, and we were all so hard it had to hurt. I know I hurt. The tube just kept going into him, Dad held the end of it over a little pan, and then the tube stopped. Henry gasped.

“The tube has contacted his prostate,” Dr. Kent said. “Relax, you know how this is done, son,” he told Henry. “Just try to pee, now!”

“OK,” Henry said, and the tube slid on in. Pee came running out the end into the pan, and Dad hooked it to a big bag hanging on the side of the table. Then Dr. Kent got a little thing full of salt water, hooked it onto the other end of the catheter, and pushed the plunger in. He said it was to fill up the balloon that was inside Henry’s bladder, so the catheter wouldn’t slide back out.

“He’ll have that in for at least a month,” Jeffie whispered to me, and Joe smacked his butt – hard. Jeffie squealed. I knew he’d had one when they’d ‘stubbed’ his little dick – and that he probably liked that, too.

It was just Henry’s little dick down there, all by itself. He’d already been castrated, and it looked like he never even had balls or a sac. Then he got some shots to numb it. We waited.

“You’re gonna love it, Henry!” Kim told him, when Mr. Leon nodded at him.

Canyon and me looked at each other, and I could see that he was terrified, like me. I guess Canyon didn’t want to lose his, either? I know I sure as hell didn’t!

Everyone else was hard, too. I figured we were in for a rough night when the operation on Henry was over!

I wondered if Henry would still think he was a boy when it was done? When he had NOTHING left down there, like Kim? He wouldn’t look like a boy OR girl.

I was shaking some when Dr. Kent made the first little cuts. It was like he cut something inside, up near the top of where Henry’s dick hooked onto him. It pulled down some, and looked longer. Dad said he was taking it all the way out – no stub.

Jeffie’s eyes were wide as dinner plates!

My stomach was rolling around when Dad sponged up the blood, but he was quick and Henry didn’t bleed that bad.

Then Dr. Kent got a different scalpel and started cutting around the base in a circle. “Last chance?” He asked Henry.

He was just touching it with the dull side – like a test.

Henry’s eyes looked glassy. He was like fascinated by it. I thought I was gonna puke.

“Cut it off, Daddy,” He said again. “Please?”

Dad put a gag in his mouth then.

He couldn’t say ‘no’ now.

Henry was going to have his dick cut off.

Then Dr. Kent made the real cut.

There was blood.

Henry sucked in hard.

Dad sponged it.

Dr. Kent kept cutting, and there was SO much blood!

I let go of Henry’s hand – I ran.

I got to the bathroom before I puked.

I don’t know what happened from there. Joe came and got me, and when we got back, Dr. Kent was sliding Henry’s dick down the catheter.

It looked like Henry fainted.

I thought I was gonna.

“It’s OK, Landen,” Joe told me, and Dad looked up and nodded. Kim had Henry’s other hand. No one looked mad at me. “Some of us can’t take the sight of blood, you know.”

I don’t know if it was the blood, or seeing Henry’s dick being cut off. Me getting circumcised didn’t freak me out, but this did.

Then again, I wasn’t getting my dick cut off, either. Just trimmed.

I don’t know how long it took, but Dr. Kent ended up splitting Henry’s disconnected dick and taking it off the tube. He put it in a jar of stuff and sealed it up. Then he started making other little cuts. There was this tube-thing on the catheter, still, and he said he had to move his ‘urethra’ so Henry could pee without making a mess. It took a long time, because my legs were getting sore from standing.

They just kept working, too, and I just kept watching.

Henry was almost asleep from then. They’d put an IV in him, too. It was like once he’d seen his dick come off he was done.

He had nothing left to come off.

“Congratulations, little brother,” Kim told him.

Henry just whined and closed his eyes.

But he was grinning.

When it was finally over, Henry had a lot of stitches. The tube was coming out of him above his butt hole, and once Dad him all cleaned up and no more bleeding, they put some kind of glue on the cuts and bandaged him up. It had taken a long time, Dr. Kent was so careful.

“We’ll want him totally immobile and unconscious for at least a week,” Dr. Kent said. “After that, we’ll let him wake up slowly.” Then he kissed Henry’s cheek. “I love you, my wonderful, brave boy!” He whispered.

When he was all bandaged up, Henry was wheeled over into the little room that Scott had been in. They put headphones on him, and hooked up some little pads and wires that made some monitor things beep – just like in a hospital, or on TV.

The camera got shut off, and the lights flickered.

They flickered a lot, and I didn’t feel so freaked out anymore.

(OK, you know what happened next – the lights were to settle me down, like Canyon told me a while back. Then it was sex. Sex. And a lot of it. It was like my party a couple weeks before. Only more. I think I got fucked by at least everyone once, maybe more, I don’t remember. But I CAN say this – I was into it. I was hard; I wanted to get off. I NEEDED to get off.)

And I was asked each time.

Mr. Frederick, dad’s lawyer, told me he felt left out. I realized then that he didn’t have a boy. “He’s gone to law school, Landen,” Mr. Fred told me.

He was my first fuck of the night.

Even Bobbie asked me for permission to give me a blowjob later on.

I didn’t get off from it, cause by then, I didn’t think I could get off anymore. I’d lost track of who I’d done what with. Bobbie just grinned at me and shook his head. He wasn’t hard either, but he’d got off more than once, too. I guess if you were older, castrated or not, you could?

“Check that out!” He laughed, and pointed to the couch.

Tyrone and Kim were making out, or – they were TRYING to. I mean, Tyrone was smooth, and so was Kim. There wasn’t anything they could really DO. But they were touching and kissing each other all over, like they had to touch every bit of each other. They looked like they were having a good time.

There was nothing they could do, and they were still TRYING!

I guess Ty was pretty much over it all? I hadn’t seen him since the party, when he’d been embarrassed and cried, but he seemed happy now. He was a different kid.

“See, it’s like they both wanna get off again, but there’s no way they can make each other do it,” Bobbie explained.

Dad and Mr. Thomas were watching them, too.

I don’t know how long the two “nullo’s” made out, and I got one more good fucking – from Dad – before bedtime. When he was done, and I felt him shooting inside me, I just held onto him and started crying.

“It’s late, and we’re all tired,” he told me. “I think it’s time for someone to go to bed?”

I nodded.

“Tell me,” Dad said.

“Dad!” I just cried, and I was freaking out again, “It scared me! I don’t wanna get MY dick cut off!”

He picked me up.

“Did anyone ask YOU to?”

“N-no?”

“Do you want to?”

“NO!”

“Then it won’t ever happen,” Dad told me. “You only have 1 other choice to make, and you can make it later. It’s fine, Landen,” he kept telling me when he carried me upstairs. I was so tired I know I wouldn’t have made it.

He got me a quick shower in the upstairs bathroom, and I brushed my teeth. I really wanted to do that, because I’d had more than one dick in my mouth that night. I wasn’t that good at it yet, but like Joe said, I was ‘getting there.’ He suggested I practice on Canyon some more.

I was still hanging onto Dad when he took me to the new room. The other boys had used it, but I hadn’t – yet. Until then. I just didn’t want to, and that was my choice, too. But I didn’t say anything when he gave me a pill, made me get a big drink, and strapped me in. I didn’t know where Canyon was, either, and that didn’t help.

“P-promise?”

He nodded and kissed me.

“Landen, what you’ve just seen is the 2nd greatest gift one can give another – giving someone else a part of your body. Henry’s been thinking about it ever since he was castrated, and he finally decided. He gave his very manhood to his Daddy tonight, and in doing so, placed himself TOTALLY in his care. He’ll depend on his Daddy for pleasure from now on, and when he’s older, his Daddy will find him someone to take care of him, too. Just like Kim. Do you remember how proud Dr. Kent was?”

I nodded.

“I was prouder of you than that when you got circumcised,” Dad told me, and he touched my dick. I couldn’t get hard, though. I was wore out.

He put his finger on my lips then.

“I love you son,” he told me, and he put the headphones on me. Before the music started, and before he turned the strobe lights on, he put a diaper on me. It didn’t bother me, either, and I knew it should. I hated diapers! I guess I knew I needed it. I hadn’t peed in a long time, he made had me drink a big glass of cold water, and my butt was so loose it felt like it was gonna fall out! I’d have messed the bed without it, too. I was glad I had it on that morning.

I guess I must have passed out or something, because it felt like forever before the swat on the butt woke me up for lunch the next day.

It was like nothing at all had happened. Dad didn’t talk anymore about it, like I hadn’t just seen a boy get his dick cut off. I was still trying to figure out how Dad considered something like that a present, a big sign of love. But when I really thought about it, I guess I kinda got it. If I was thinking about giving my balls to him, like he’d said it, didn’t that really tell him how much I loved him?

And how proud of me would he be then, if he was so proud of my circumcision?

I just wanted him to be proud of me.

It must have been a week, because one day after our workout (and more fighting lessons, and another hit in the balls), Dad said that Henry would be awake for dinner and that we’d go downstairs and eat with him.

Dr. Kent came by every night, and Dad took care of Henry’s bandages and stuff in the daytime. We hadn’t seen him yet, so I didn’t know how healed he was. But Dad said he had to have the catheter for a month, so I figured it would at least take him that long to heal up.

We had stew that night, and Henry got mostly broth. Since he couldn’t get up to use the bathroom, he had to eat soft stuff and drink a lot. He wasn’t really ‘with it’ that night, but he looked happy. I wondered if he was drugged up.

“I can’t wait to touch it,” Henry said.

“Touch what?” Canyon laughed.

I thought, ‘Yeah, you got NOTHING to touch!’ but I didn’t say it.

“I can’t believe I finally got it cut off,” Henry sighed. “Daddy’s proud of me, you know.”

I think it was the most I’d heard Henry say at once since I met him.

“He won’t leave me now,” Henry was blinking, “Not like they did. He has to keep me now,” He closed his eyes, and I guess he went to sleep.

Dr. Kent was a little late, and he didn’t wake Henry up that night. I could see it on his face, though – he loved his boy a LOT. It was like how Dad looked at me and Canyon.

“You’re a lucky man, Martin,” Dr. Kent said, when it was almost bedtime. “I wish Henry were twins.”

“Dad?” I asked, when we got put to bed that night in the new room, “When does school start?”

Dad laughed. “Why? You’re not going back there! You have school every day, here!”

“I know,” I said, and I realized that I hadn’t thought about that! I was never going back to junior high with all the kids I knew. I wondered if I’d even see them, ever again? Since they all thought I was dead, I guessed not.

“It’s August, Landen,” Dad told me. “That’s all you need to know.”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded.

I didn’t realize it until he said “August,” but my 13th birthday was coming up.

Dad said it was 3 weeks after Henry had his dick cut off, and even though he still had to wear the catheter, Dr. Kent said he was healed up well enough to see it. We spent time with Henry every day, and yeah, he was getting bored now that he was awake most of the time. Before, Dad said he just slept like Scott had. I didn’t know how he was using the bathroom, since they couldn’t move him any at all, and I didn’t ask. Like I said, I was learning not to ask things. Some things.

When Dr. Kent took the bandages off, Henry was all excited to see himself. He still had a little bit of bruises, but he wasn’t swelled up bad or anything. He was a little bit puffy, I guess, and his skin was still pink. His crotch kinda looked like a shiny football with the stitches in him. Henry just stared, but since he was strapped down, he couldn’t touch himself.

I knew the feeling.

I still hadn’t been allowed to touch mine – and I KNEW Dad was watching. My hands were folded on my desk in school, and strapped to the equipment when we worked out. If I had an itch, I had to ask him or Canyon to scratch it, even!

Henry looked like he was stunned when Dr. Kent held up a mirror so he could see himself down there.

“Wohhhwww!” He sighed, “Look at me! I … I can’t believe I …”

Then he started crying.

“Daddy’s right here, son,” Dr. Kent told him.

“I love you, Daddy!” Henry sobbed. He was pulling on his straps, and I knew he wanted to hold him.

“Are you OK, son?” Dr. Kent asked, when Henry stopped crying and he helped him blow his nose and wiped his face off. “No regrets?”

“No!” Henry said, shaking his head. It was the only thing he could move, other than wiggle his toes. “I just wish…I wish we did it before, is all?”

“Daddy is SO proud of you, Henry,” Dr. Kent told him.

(OK, I know it all sounds REALLY weird now, and it does to me, now, too, but back then, it sounded fine to us. It was like we were being humored, and I guess we were. I mean the boys (me included) were giving up their manhood or parts of it. It was a HUGE thing, but Dad, Dr. Kent, and all of them didn’t make a big deal of it. They just kept telling us about OUR choices, and how proud they were.)

But one thing I was sure of – Henry loved his Daddy, and I loved mine.

And I had a brother.

I loved him too.

And he loved me.

I guess I was getting used to it? I loved being loved. I never wanted it to end.

I couldn’t get it, how anyone could have just dumped a kid like Henry in a homeless shelter.

Dr. Kent had another surprise for me that night, too. I got my weekly exam after he was done changing Henry’s bandages. I wasn’t paying much attention, until he felt my balls. They were still a little bit sore, and we’d had some pretty hardcore swimming that day. It was so hot out, too, and I was just beat. He touched my prostate, and it had been a couple days since I’d been fucked. I was hard. Real hard.

“Congratulations, Martin, I think his testicles are increasing in size. I’d say our boy is just a few steps from puberty!” Dr. Kent said. “And I swear, his penis looks bigger!”

Did it? I didn’t know. I tried not to look at it, since I was afraid I’d touch it and get spanked.

I stared at him for a while.

I knew what it meant.

I had to make my choice: chastity thing, or castration? If not castration, then back to the shots until Dad said I could be a man. If I got castrated, I’d look JUST like Canyon. And no chastity thing.

And no puberty.

But if I said ‘no’, and kept my balls, I had to wear the chastity thing (and I hated it!) and get shots again, like Mom had me on. It would be Dad’s decision when I got to develop, then.

“And then only if you get too fat or too gangly,” Dad warned me.

Either way, puberty was the thing that wasn’t MY choice.

“Landen, I want you and Canyon to go upstairs and talk about it,” Dad told me.

Henry was grinning at me, since he was still awake. “You know what I think?” He laughed.

The hell? Yeah, I KNEW what Henry thought! Henry was a ‘nullo’ now, like Kim. Of course HE’D say ‘get castrated!’

I nodded at him, like ‘yeah, right!’ and he squirmed some. Me and Canyon kissed him goodnight. “I wish I could move,” Henry sighed.

“One more week,” Dr. Kent told him.

“Canyon?” Dad said, when we went to go upstairs.

“Sir?”

“Make sure your brother jacks off. I want him to know what that feels like, since he’s hard and hasn’t gotten off in a while. I want him to know what his new penis feels like, with is balls there, before he decides.” Then he looked at me. “Take your plug out, Landen,” he told me.

I WAS surprised.

I had permission to TOUCH it?

FINALLY?

I was being told to jack off?

I went to the sink and took my plug out and washed it. Dad told me to leave it.

I felt empty. Real empty.

When we got upstairs, Canyon put a boy/eunuch video in. It took me a while, but my dick didn’t feel like before! It was wild touching it, like it was someone else’s, and not mine. It felt so different!

“You like it?” Canyon asked, and he was getting kinda hard too.

“It’s wild!” I told him.

Me and the eunuch on the tape got off about the same time. I didn’t shoot, and neither did he, but Canyon’s eyes got real wide.

He joint pointed.

I looked down.

There was a little bitty drop of clear stuff in my peehole.

Canyon squeezed my dick, real easy, and the drip got a little bit bigger.

“Precum, brother,” Canyon said. “Dr. Kent was right – you’re hitting puberty!”

I just stared at it.

“Won’t be long, you’ll want sex all the time! Body hair, grow a beard and have to shave, gets zits, you’ll get smelly, and then you’ll be a man! Getting hard all the time, and wanting to fuck!” Canyon laughed.

That made me feel like I was gonna puke.

“What are you gonna do, Brother?” Canyon asked me, and he went down and started giving me a blowjob.

He stopped about ten minutes later.

“Yep, it’s precum,” he nodded. “You’ll be shooting a mess like Jimmie did, in about 2 weeks, I bet!”

He got me off again, and it was great!

I don’t know how long it took.

“No, I won’t, Brother,” I told him. No way did I want to do that. I was thinking about the time Scott shot it on ME, and how gross it was. And shaving? Hair all over me?

No.

I didn’t want things to change, even though things had did nothing BUT change all summer long – since school let out and I met Canyon.

Since I’d spied on and met my new neighbor boy.

Was school even IN yet?

I didn’t know. I didn’t care.

Ben had went to school.

But Ben was dead.

My name was Landen.

“DAD!” I yelled, “DAD!”

Dad came busting up the stairs like he thought the house was on fire or something!

‘What? What’s wrong?” He was looking around.

“Dad, I have to tell you something,” I cried, and I almost tackled him. He grabbed me up and held me.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like your new penis?” Dad asked.

“No, I love it, Daddy!” I told him, “Thank you! I gotta tell you something else! If it’s OK, I mean?”

“Son, you can tell me anything,” he said. “Sheeez, I thought we were being robbed, or something! What IS it?”

“I decided something, Daddy, and I love you!” I said. “Please say you’ll be proud of me?”

He nodded.

“I know what I want for my birthday, Dad!”