It was fun but being so close to Peter was making my dick painfully hard. Even though it was a warm summer evening I was halfway into my sleeping bag because I didn't whant him to see the tent it was making in my shorts. Peter was small for his age but he was oh so beautiful. He had dark curly hair which contrasted with his pale skin and eyes so green they were almost unnatural. Eyes the color of emeralds and a face to die for. Of course I didn't tell him I thought he was sexy. Peter seemed very innocent and I didn't want to scare him off.

After a while Peter put down his comic book, laid flat on his back and played with his flash light making the beam of light dance on the sides of the tent. It was the sort of absentminded activity that made me suspect that he was a kid who had something to talk about but didn't know how to start. Without looking at me Peter said, "You know what I heard? I heard that some boys whack-off."

"That's true," I replied not knowing were Peter was headed but if possible my dick got even harder. It was so stiff it felt like it might break off. ""Whacking off is an expression of self love," I added. "There's nothing wrong with it."

"In a voice that was little more than a whisper Peter asked, "Have you ever tried doing it?"

Boy had I ever! Just about everyday for the last year and a half and sometimes twice a night. It was like I couldn't stop from doing it. But I didn't say thay. What I said was, "Sure I have. Everyone dose it."

"What's it feel like?" Peter wanted to know.

"Don't you know? If you haven't beat off you're about the only boy on the planes who hasn't."

"Well of course I've done it!" Peter replied angrily. "Just like everyone I've done it a lot. I just want to know how it feels for you. Maybe it's different when you do it."

"It feels good," I said. The truth was if felt better than good. It was my favorite pastime.

"Yes, that's the way it is for me too. It feels good." Peter said but somehow I got the feeling that something wasn't quite right. It was as if something was troubling Peter but he didn't want to talk about it and I didn't know how to ask. After a shot while Peter said something very odd. He said, "You know not every boy has a penis."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just what I said," he replied. "A penis can be lost in an accident or a boy can be born without one. My dad says it happens a lot more often than you might think. My dad says a kid who doesn't have a penis is still just as much a boy as any other boy."

Well that must have been a pretty weird conversation. Too weird to be true. I didn't believe a word of it. I figured Peter was making it up. But even so I wanted to hear more. I wondered how far Peter was going to take this lie. "What else dose your dad day?" I asked.

"He says that losing your penis is nothing to be ashamed of. He says it's a handicap to be sure but just like anything else in life what matter is your attitude. If you have a good attitude you can overcome any problem and it only makes you stronger so it can be a positive thing. It's all in how you look at it."

Peter was putting me on. He had to be. But if he could lie so could I. In fact I could lie bigger and better than he could. I'd make up an even more farfetched story and suck him in, "I know that," I said.

"You do?" he asked wide eyed.

"Sure I do. Do you know what circumcision is?

"Yes," he replied. " It's when they cut the skin off the end of you penis."

"That's right," I said. "Back in Washington my best friend Jake, he's the kid I was telling you about, anyway Jake was taken to the doctors to be circumcised but there was an accident and Jake lost his dick all the way down to the root. It was so far gone that they couldn't build him a new one." I could see that my ploy had worked like a charm. I had Peter's rapt attention. He was hanging on my every word. He acctually believed my cock'n'bull story. Damn I was good!

"How do you know this?" Peter asked. "Did Jake tell you?"

"No Jake didn't have to tell me, Jake had a pool in his backyard and his folks were nudists. Jake didn't even own a swim suit. We went skinny dipping all the time and most of the summer he would walk around his house naked. Anyone could see he didn't have a dick and he didn't care. One day I asked Jake what had happened to his dick and he told me. He said that since he was a baby when it happened he didn't even remember having it so he didn't miss it at all. It was no big deal."

"Oh man I sure wish I knew you guys in Washington!" Peter said really excited. "I wish Jake was here with us right now in this tent! That would be so cool!"

"Why do you want to meet Jake so much?" I asked.

"I've never met anyone else?" Peter said.

"What do you mean,'anyone else'?" I asked.

Peter looked sort of unconfortable but he screwed up his curage and said, "Well I guess I can tell you since you're my best friend and since you already understand."

"Tell me what?"

"You're not going to believe this but the exact same thing that happened that happened to your friend Jake, well it happened to me as well," Peter said.

"You're telling me you don't have a dick?" I asked.

"It was lost all the way down to the root when I was cir'ed just like what happened to your other friend," Peter said.

"I don't beleve you," I replied. "You said you whacked off. How could you do that without a prick?"

"Yeah well I'm sorry that I lied to you about that," Peter explained looking sheepish. " My dad says that I shouldn't be embarrassed or anything since it wasn't my fault. But sometimes being dickless makes me feel so different and lonely that I like to pretend that I have one. I told you I whack off so you wouldn't know that I can't whack off. My dad says I'm all boy but sometimes I wonder. Anyway having Jake here would be really great becouse then he and I could make fun of you!"

"You want to make fun of me?" I asked.

"Yes, don't you see? If Jake was here the dickless boys would out number the boy with the dick and so you'd be the weird one not us! We could make fun of you! It's not like we would want to really hurt your feelings or anything. The teasing would all be in fun. That way Jake and I would feel better about not having dicks. I think you could stand a little ribbing about still having yours."

"Jake isn't like you anymore," I said taking the lies to the next level.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Not long after he turned 13, only one year older than you are now, Jake's balls started to get big and hairy and he started to get urges. Jake wanted to beat off in the worst way but with out a dick he couldn't. It just about drove him crazy. When he couldn't stand it any longer he asked his dad to take him to the doctor to be nutered and that's just what they did."

"No!" Peter said.

"Yes," I replied. "They castrated Jake. They even cut his ball sack off since he didn't need to any longer. He's as smooth as can be down there now but he dosent mind because it worked. The urges are gone. Jake feels much better now."

"Really?" Peter asked.

"Would I lie? After he heeled Jake went back to doing all the things he liked doing best. We went skinny dipping and he continued to walk around the house naked. He didn't care who saw him because he knew that not having a dick and balls is nothing to be ashamed of. Infact he liked being castrated. It was easyer to keep clean and he said it felt good."

Peter looked terrified. Finely he manages to say, "I don't think I want by balls cut off. It might hurt and they're all that makes me a boy."

"You feel that way now but just give it another year and you'll change your mind," I said.

"My dad never told me anything about this," Peter replied.

"My guess is he didn't want to scare you. But the truth is almost all dickless boys are castrated before they turn 13. My guess is your dad has already made the appontment with the doctor and one day soon they are just going to go ahead and do it without telling you anything beforehand. That way they won't worry you. Don't worry, it's not that bad."

I was almost starting to believe my own lies and for some reason they were making me so horny I just couldn't stand it. If I didn't get some relief and soon I was going to explode or go crazy. I had to do something so I got out of my sleeping bag, laid down on top of it and pulled my shorts off. My prick was a rock hard testament to my boyhood, "Since you don't have one you'll probably want to know what one looks like and how it works," I said. Peter couldn't take his eyes of my dick.

"It's so big," he said in awe. "This is the first time I ever saw one close up and it's the first time I ever saw a stiff one. It's neat!"

I was running my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. I said, "It's so warm tonight Peter, why not undress? I've seen Jake naked lots of times so seeing you wouldn't be so strange."

"Lets turn off our flash lights," Peter said.

"Why do that?" I asked.

"Lets just do it," he repeated. With the flash lights off the tent was very dark but not pitch black. There was just enough light for me to make out Peter's form. I could see that he was undressing. Once he was completely naked he laid down next to me with our sides touching. It felt great! I loved it! Peter then placed his small hand on my leg just above my knee. I did the same to him. Ever so slowly his hand started to drift upward along the inside of my leg. Once again, my hand did the same mirroring his actions. It was like I just couldn't stop.

My fingers traveled futher up the perfect, warm ,soft and smooth leg towards the prize that I had dreamed about. But my hand stopped just a fraction of an inch below his sack. It's not that I didn;t want to touch Peter there, believe me, I wanted it more than anything else in the world. But I knew that there were risks. I loved Peter as a friend and so I didn't want to do anything to damage that friendship.

If I were to handle Peter's balls what might that do to our relationship? Maybe he would like me even more. Or maybe he would like me less. All I knew for sure was that our relationship would be different and I didn't want to lose what we had. I was older and bigger than Peter. I wasn't taking advantage of the little guy, or was I?

Thankfully it was Peter who made the next move. As gentle as a feather I felt his fingertips softly caressing my balls. It felt fantastic but more than that I knew that Peter was giving me licence. By handleing my balls he was giving me his permission to handle his. What a gift. I felt like a scientist who was about to perform the experiment of a lifetime.

I slowly slid my fingers upwards untill they were just barley touching the base of his sack. It felt soft warm and so very wonderful. As smooth as silk and as soft a goose down here was the treasure that Peter carried between his legs. The little silken purse that contained his nuts. My fingers moved further to encompass and lovingly cup his precious plump little eggs. Peter's balls were smooth and much smaller than my own. They were little boy balls and yet they seemed plump and fat as they clung close to his young body. The sack was tight and just large enough to hold it's prize. I knew that for the rest of my life, as long as that might be, I would cherish this moment.

I wanted to go even further but once again I felt I should wait for Peter to initate my next move. I didn't have long to wait. As if reading my mind he moved his little hand to feel and explore my cock. "Oh wow!" he said. "It's so hard but it's soft as well and it's so big. I love they way the head is shaped like a fat little acorn. It feels neat!"

Continuing out little game of pretending that Peter was a dickless boy I said, "I bet you wish you had a dick and could wack off and fuck."

"I sure do," he replied.

Fun was fun but the time had come to end the game and prove Peter a liar. I would now take his penis in my hand and pretend to be surprised. I'd say, What's this you have a dick after all! and then we'd both laugh and Peter would say that he really had me fooled. I'd say that I knew all along and was only playing along, pretending to be taken is as it were.

I reached for Peter's penis but my hand came up empty, my fingers closed on nothing. I felt for it but is wasn't there! I pulled my hand back as if it had been scalded by hot water and gasped in horror.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"My God Peter! You don't have a dick!" I replied.