But even so I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation I had had with Nate. Was there any truth to what he had said? Would he really be better off as a nullo than as a boy? Was being a eunuch better than being a boy? Was it possible that both he and Rollo really were doing the right thing and that I was too much of a coward to realize it and join them?

Saterday night I couldn't sleep a wink. I just laid awake in my bed and wondered what was happening to Nate at that very moment. Had he really gone through with it? Was he even now being stripped naked and tied down to the neutering table? Would his currage fail him? Would the sight of the gelding knife cause him to beg to be left whole?

All these thoughts were running through my mind and there was no way I could stop them. It was driving me crazy. To make matter worse my dick was so hard that it hurt and it just wouldn't go down. Finely at about midnight I kicked the bed covers down to my feet and pulled off my PJs. The cool night air felt good against my hot skin.

I looked down at my boy package and I couldn't help but wonder if Nate still had his. My dick was still that of a little boy's. There was no sign of puberty yet. If I had held a ruler to it I don't think it would have been even four inches long. So why was it causeing me so much trouble? How much worse would it get when it became larger and harry? It was as hard as a rock and I didn't really know what I was suppose to do with it but it did need some sort of attention, that was for sure. I reached down and very gently I began to stroke it. It felt good, really really good. I laid back closed my eyes and rubbed the skin slowly up and down from my balls to the little pink head. As I did this I thought about Nate and what might be happening to him at that very moment. I felt great!

I then became aware of something like pressure building inside of me and starting to overwelm me. I rubbed my dick faster and the pressure grew even more intense. I was afraid that my guts were going to explode. But then, coming out of my dick I felt a wonderful and fantastic sense of relief. For a moment I lost control of my own body. My back arched upwards, my hips thrust forwards and backwards and my arms and legs flopped about like they had a mind of their own.

When I came back to my senses I realized that I had had an orgasm. It was my first. It was dry but I had never felt anything so good in all my life. It was so intense that for a moment I was afraid that I was going to lose my mind. It left me feeling satisfied and happy. I then fell into a blissful sleep. As I drifted off I wondered what it would feel like to be able to shoot.

It wasn't until Sunday night that I was finely able to get Nate on his cell phone. "Nate," I said, "Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've been trying and trying to get a hold of you."

"Oh sorry Luke," He siad. "I've been sort of busy."

"Did you really have it done?" I asked. "Did you really go through with it?"

"Yep," he said and he sounded tired but also very satsified. "Everything went great. The mistress had me and Rollo tied to a double castration table. We were able to hold hands as we were being cut. It was beautiful."

"How do you feel now?" I wanted to know.

"I feel okay," he replied. "I'm on pain meds and antibiotics but even so it's going to take a little while to recover."

"Do your parents know?" I asked.

"Are you crazy?" he said. "Do you really think I'm going to say, 'Mom, Dad, guess what, I just had my genitals removed. I'm a nullo!' No I haven't told them and you better not either."

"But how will you hide it from them?"

"I said that I had pulled a muscle in my groin while playing ball and that I thought I was coming down with a cold. Mom has never known me to fake an illness during the summer so she doesn't suspect a thing. She ordered me to bed for the next few days and that's fine with me."

"Okay that works for the time being," I said, "but I don't think you are going to be able to hide the fact that you are a nullo forever. What happens when they find out?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I'll deal with that when it happens. One thing at a time."

"Can I come over and see you?" I asked.

"No not now, I need to rest," he replied.

I thought about everything that Nate had told me. I even found that I was jealous of Rollo holding Nate's had when Nate was cut. But Rollo was now a eunuch and I was still a boy. Should any boy be jealous of a full eunuch? I wondered. There were things that I would be able to do to Nate that Rollo would never be able to do. If only Nate will let me.

It was three more days until I was able to see Nate. I must say he was looking pretty good. I had missed him. We went to his room and he locked the door behind us so we could have some privacy. "I guess you'd like to see it," he said with a wicked grin.

"Sure," I managed to say. I wasn't expecting him to be so forward.

"Turn around and no peaking until I tell you," he said.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he said. "If I'm going to show you it will be my way."

I did as I was told. After a moment I heard Nate say, "Okay, you can look now." I turned around and looked and I gasped in schock. There was Nate in all his naked nullo glory lying flat on his back on his bed with his knees as far apart as they could go. His crotch was empty. Where his balls and dick had once hung there was only a neat little line of black stitched running from top to bottom. Nate was still sort of red and swollen from the cutting and I could see that his piss hole had been moved to an area just above his poop shoot. From now on Nate would have to sit to pee. Still he seemed quite proud of himself and his new look.

"Well what do you think?" he asked.

(To be continued)