It was the summer holidays, and James was sitting in his jiving room, in his white briefs, playing video games. Up till now, James' life had been totally normal, but was about to change forever.

His father entered, and smiled at him, sitting there in his underwear, his slim tanned body reclined on the sofa.

"Son..." he began. "I need a quick chat". Dr Hilton had just come home from work, after making a breakthrough with the project his team had been working on. They had created an artificial organic gland that could filter testosterone out of a subject's bloodstream and convert it into safe, useful but non-androgenic steroids.

Dr Hilton and his son enjoyed a very open relationship. Since the death of James' mom, they'd grown very close, and without women around they where able to speak very openly about sex, and male issues. Over the past few years, James' dad had been having occasional chats with him about subjects ranging from puberty to sexuality. Dr Hilton was determined to make his son's difficult adolescent years as comfortable as possible, and had attempted to instil in his boy a certainty that he would accept him no-matter how he turned out.

"What's up dad?" James replied.

"Guy talk,” his dad said, as he sat down. "Son...remember a few months ago when I told you about puberty?"

James nodded. "Those changes that'll happen to me in a few years" he said, cracking a slight smirk.

"Well son, remember how I said you'd gain muscle and height."

"Sweeeet..." James interjected...

"...And your boy-parts would grow and get hairy..."

"...Gross..." James interrupted again.

"And you'd get urges to do certain things with girls..."

"...Grosser." James added. "Anyway...you told me a few weeks ago that it was fine if I wanted to do thinks with guys instead. I don't think I like girls..."

His dad nodded, remembering what he had said, and being glad that his son had taken it on board.

"Well son, we've found a way to control the process, if you want us to."

James didn’t understand. "What do you mean?"

His dad tried to explain. "We have a way of stopping some of the changes."

"Which ones?" James asked.

"Just the gross ones, we hope." his dad replied, reassuringly.

"Awesome. So I'll still get big and musclely by won't get smelly or hairy or...obsessed with bonking?"

"We hope so son" his dad replied, "but there is a risk it won't work. You could end up having all the changes anyway."

"Well...what do I have to lose?" James said enthusiastically.

"Nevertheless, son, we still need to do some testing. That'll give you some time to think on it". His dad was more cautious, but James was caught up in the idea of being saved from the horrors dad had told him where on their way. "Anyway, It's bedtime now. Upstairs with you."

James saved his game, got up and walked upstairs. He diverted into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then stepped into his bedroom. He slipped off his briefs, and climbed under the covers, before his dad tucked him in.

Months passed, and while his father continued hard at work with the Zukunft institute, James continued his life as a happy young lad. On school days, he'd often invite friends over, and at the weekends he'd occasionally go out to the nearby lake and go swimming.

One day, at school, James and his friends where getting changed after PE. James liked PE, and often took the opportunity while showering to check out the other lads. It wasn't sexual; he was just interested to see where he was in comparison. Today, though, he saw something he didn’t like.

James looked around, as all his friends slipped off their boxers and headed for the showers. He was still wearing briefs; he liked them, and no-body really picked on him about them any more. He stepped into the shower room, and headed for one of the attachments, turning it on. He began washing himself while looking at the other guys. Then, his eyes fell on his friend Bobby.

Bobby was a few months older than James, and one of the larger lads. James was horrified by what he saw though. It seemed that, as if all of a sudden, Bobby's dick had grown to twice a "normal" size. James squinted. And saw hair above it, and under Bobby's arms.

James wasn’t a stupid kid, and knew that if Bobby had begun the changes his dad had told him about, he would begin soon too.

James rushed home that day, feeling a little ill, and on the verge of tears. Was his boyhood over? He got home, and found his dad watching TV. Without saying a word, he collapsed into his father's arms and burst into tears.

"What's wrong son?" his father asked. "Have those kids been bullying you again?” James shook his head, and after a few minutes, explained why he was upset.

"If Bobby's got hair now, I'll get it soon. I don't want it dad." James stammered through the tears. "You said you'd make the changes go away but what if you're too late!?"

Dr Hilton couldn’t bear to see his son like this. It was clear that the very idea of going into puberty scared the crap out of him, just like Dr Hilton remembered it had scared him when he was small.

The following day, Dr Hilton went to his boss' office. "Sir..." he began. "I'd like to make a proposal, if I might." Dr Zukunft’s eyebrows rose as he looked up from his work. "I'd like to offer my son for the human trials of the TTN gland"

Another two months passed. Hilton's offer had been accepted, and the date of James' surgery was approaching. Hilton lay in bed, wondering how his son would accept his new state after the operation. Would he come to resent not growing male hair, or a sex drive? His thoughts where interrupted as a thin, clear skinned naked 13 year-old boy entered his room, crying.

"What's wrong son?" Hilton asked. This had become almost a catchphrase. It seemed his son was upset allot lately, and he knew why. Boys all around him where sprouting pubic hair and talking about girls. Thankfully, he'd been spared any more nasty surprises so far...

"I wet the bed dad..." James cried.

"Don't worry son" said Hilton. "We can clear it up. Let's go change your sheets."

Dr Hilton got out of bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. As he entered his son's room, a familiar smell filled his nostrils. The substance soaking his son's sheets wasn't urine; it was semen.

They finished changing the bed, and went back to sleep.

The operation was scheduled for a week later, not a moment too soon.

James woke up. The sun shone through his thin curtains. He leaped out of bed, threw on some underwear, and marched into his dad's bedroom.

"Dad! Dad" he shouted. "It's today!". Dr Hilton climbed out of bed, and looked up at his son.

"So it is, son, but you do understand what you're going in for? It'll be a long operation. There'll be pain, and you won't ever be the same again."

"I’m ready dad" his son replied. Dr Hilton got dressed for work. James threw on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and some flip-flops.

Upon arrival, James was taken to a white-walled room with a bed, asked to remove his clothes and lie down. He was accustomed to being naked around his dad, so did as told. He had a quick injection, and the world seemed to melt away as he fell into an anaesthetic-induced dreamless sleep.

James was awoken by a sharp pain in his groin. He pulled up the covers, and looked down at his crotch. Had anything changed? He saw his hairless pubic area and his 2 inch tightly circumcised penis. He lifted it out of the way, and looked at his sack. It was a little red and some bruising was present, but it was nothing like surgical wounds he'd seen on the TV.

"Ah! You're awake!". His dad was right beside him.

"What happened dad? Did you do the surgery?"

Dr Hilton nodded. "We took out one of your balls, and replaced it with a special gland we'd made for you. It's been doing its job well."

"It looks the same. Wouldn't there be more swelling?" asked James inquisitively.

"Yes son" his dad replied. "We kept you asleep for 2 weeks to recover from the surgery, and to allow your body to get used to the gland. That's why your sack looks so well repaired."

"Thanks dad." James said, as he felt his sack. "It doesn't feel any different".

His dad assured him it was very different and would make his body very different over the coming years.

"If you feel up to it, son, we need to do some tests."

Dr Hilton helped his son out of bed, and helped him put on his shorts and flip-flops. They walked to another room down the hall, which had a big scanner inside.

"Hold still son" said Dr Hilton, "I need to give you an injection".

Dr Hilton injected a specially designed artificial testosterone variant that could be detected on a specialist scanner. James sat in front of the scanner, and an image came up on the monitor.

The substance his father had injected showed up as pink, against a black background. James watched the pink clouds swirl round his body in his circulatory system, and watched it go through his groin area on the monitor. He saw the clouds enter one of his balls, and disappear. After 10 minutes, it looked like nearly all the pink had disappeared. James noted that little tiny bits of pink escaped the gland in his sack. He asked why, and his dad explained that he still needed a little testosterone in his system to stay a boy.

James went home that day, and returned to playing with his friends. Every night, Dr Hilton would tuck James into bed, and ask him how he felt. For the first few weeks, James replied "Ok". However, after 3 weeks the reply was "great, dad!"

About a year later, Dr Hilton found James standing naked in front of his mirror. He smiled. "What's up son?" he asked.

"Nothing dad" he replied "I was just looking at my new muscles". James flexed his arms. His newly formed pecs and six pack where clearly visible above his small, hairless crotch. "All the other kids have hair now dad. I don't". Dad frowned.

"Does that bother you, James", he asked.

"Not at all dad. They all get really stupid too, talking about girls all the time, and 'jerking off' whatever that is. I'm happy the way I am, and I'm better looking than all of them." he laughed. "Big muscles, no B.O or spots, and that hair is gross, even if they're all so proud of it".

James stroked the area above his dick. "I like it smooth" he chuckled.

James didn’t wet the bed again after his op.

About 6 months later, James came home from school, grinning from ear to ear. His Dad was alarmed; he rarely saw his son THAT happy...

"Why so happy, son?" he asked.

"I showed them..." James laughed.

"Did you get into a fight, son?" asked his dad, suddenly very stern.

"Kind of", James admitted. He recounted the whole story. "We where getting changed after Gym. I was stepping out of the shower, and the bullies started taking the piss...they where laughing at how I diddn't have any man-fur, and how I diddn't have elephant dicks like theirs. They laughed saying I probably couldn’t even jerk off" James smiled. "So I told them straight...that they where ruled by their balls and that I was better off how I Am." he told his dad triumphantly. "One of them came up to me and punched he in the stomach".

James' dad suddenly looked very angry, but James cut in before he started ranting. "The guy hurt his fist. I guess my abs where too hard." James laughed. "He ran back to his friends, and they left. Later, all the other kids came up to me and congratulated me on seeing them off. Even the popular kids".

His Dad smiled. James was clearly very happy with how he was, and could stand up for himself.

Later that night, James came into his dad's room, naked again, his smooth muscled body just visible in the dim light. "Dad..." said James..."I may have lied a bit before." Dad raised his eyebrows. "Those kids did bother me a bit..."

"In what way, son?" asked Dr Hilton. He was concerned that James wasn't content with his new self after all, had he made the right decision in letting him have the op?

"They keep talking about Jerking off...about how fun it is, like it's the best thing in life...and I was wondering, can I still do that?"

Dr Hilton frowned. "I don't know son. You'll have to see."

James looked a little sad. "I don't know how dad." he replied. Dr Hilton guessed that most lads knew instinctively. Without the raging hormones and libido, James just hadn’t found out about it yet. "Could you show me how, Dad?" he asked. He was a little shocked by the answer.

"Definitely not, James" he replied. "It's something you do on your own. It's not right to do it with your dad. I'll tell you how, though."

James' dad explained how he should rub his small penis up and down. He said it ought to get hard, and told his son to keep going until he felt a pressure build, and then suddenly be released in a wave. "Go try it out son. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you."

James left the room, his small dick still soft.

15 minutes later, James returned, he penis looking a little red, perhaps slightly larger than it had been. "It's not working, Dad. It won't get hard." James looked a bit tearful.

"Don't give up son" his father replied, a little saddened at the news, on his son's behalf. It looked like his boy wouldn't be able to have a sex life.

A few years passed, and James didn’t seem too bothered by his inability to get erect or masturbate. He was content to hang around with his friends, going swimming, biking, climbing or any other activity he could get involved in. He was extremely active, and when no other outlet for his energy was available, he'd go into the basement and do free-weights.

One day, he invited one of his new friends to work out with him. Unbeknownst to James' Dad, James had met this boy at the swimming pool. They'd gotten talking in the changing rooms while showering, and something had clicked. The boy had short, light brown hair and tanned skin, but no hair on his legs, arms or face. In fact, the boy had no hair anywhere other than his scalp, and that's what drew James to him. Not quite forward enough to discuss this, they started chatting about other things, and got on very well.

James and his new friend Brad clambered down into James' basement gym, and James pulled off his shirt, before taking off his sneakers and socks. "I prefer working out like this" he said. Brad grinned. "Me too" he said, taking off his shoes and shirt.

The two lads chatted while Brad did bench press and James ran on his treadmill.

"So...you got a pretty smooth bod, James" Brad said. It was an invitation to explain why, but James didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell his story.

"So have you, Brad" he said, jokingly. Brad replied.

"Yeah, I shave everything. How about you?"

"Same" James lied. "Why d'you do it?" James asked.

Brad replied "I like the feel, and the look turns me on, ..you know..." James frowned at Brad, and Brad frowned back. "...you know..." he repeated. James shook his head. "I'm gay, James. Guys give me a hard-on. I guessed you where the same!"

"I've never really had one" replied James, truthfully. Brad dropped his weight, and looked dumbstruck at James.

"What?" he asked.

"I volunteered for an operation back when I was 13. They replaced one of my balls with a gland that gets rid of most of my hormones, and turns them into steroids.

Brad's mouth hung open, but after overcoming the shock, replied "well, it explains a few things. You're ripped physique for a start, and your lack of hair or stubble, and the small size of your dick".

James got angry. "Hey! I like mine the way it is!" he shouted.

"So do I" laughed Brad. "It turned me on. I liked the way it looked.

Brad got up from the bench, and walked over to James on the treadmill. He turned it off...and pulled down James' pants. James showed Brad the scar underneath his sack, and pointed at which orb in his sack was actually an artificial gland.

Brad fell to his knees and took James' small dick in his mouth. James interrupted him. "It's no use. Nothing'll happen." Brad ignored him, and kept on sucking on the soft flesh of James' penis. He was pretty skilled, though it made little difference to James.

Suddenly, James felt something...a little hardness at the base of his dick. He felt the stiffness spread down the base inside him, and up his shaft to his head. Brad stopped and took his mouth away. "I thought you said you didn’t get erections!" he laughed.

James was in wonderment. There, below his hairless belly, jutted out a 4-inch stiff erection.

"What are we going to do with it?" asked James. "This is my first time" he said, smiling.

Brad moved his mouth back onto James' crotch, and began a rhythmic pumping motion. Waves of pleasure went through James' boy parts and spread up his back. Unable to deal with it, his body convulsed. He fell backwards and hit his head on the treadmill.

"You ok James?" he asked. James rubbed his head, and then said "yeah...never better" with the sudden fall, James' erection had gone.

James tried to tease his cock back to hardness, but it was no use. His erection had gone.

"That was great Brad. Maybe I can get closer next time." James was disappointed that he hadn’t managed to finish, but the pleasure he'd had so far was enough to have made the experience worth it, and he couldn't wait until his next erection to try again. "Mind if I repay the favour?" asked James, pulling down Brad's shorts. Brad's smooth 6-inch cock sprang to attention.

"Go right ahead!" said Brad, and James stroked his stubbly pubes and shaved balls, before plunging his rock-hard dick into his mouth.

James copied Brad's technique, and soon Brad bucked his hips plunging his penis deep into James' mouth. James' mouth filled with Brad's man-juice, and James savoured the taste before swallowing. As Brad's cock shrank back to a flaccid 3 inches, just a little larger than James', James lapped up the final drops of Brad's cum and cleaned his head, making sure not to waste a drop.

The two friends lay contented together on the exercise mat, both with smooth bodies, small soft dicks, and peaceful smiles.

James awoke in the same place, still naked. He looked to his right, but Brad was gone. Dad was standing over him.

"I showed Brad out..." said dad. "He told me everything that had happened. He's a nice lad, and you're a lucky guy."

James' felt himself go red. Damn his dad for being so supportive, the situation was embarrassing enough.

"Dad, do you recon I'll ever manage it?"

Dad finished his sentance..."orgasm? Sure. Keep experimenting with Brad. I recon you have to work allot harder for one, but it'll be worth it when it comes."

Dad smiled, helped James to his feet, and put him to bed.

The next morning, James lay in bed. He reached down and touched his smooth, soft, flaccid cock with one hand. Trying to relive the events of the previous afternoon, he stroked his soft dick, trying to get it to respond. After 10 minutes of stroking his soft members, he stopped trying. He knew the only way he'd manage to cum would be with Brad.

Over the next two months, Brad and James continued their relationship. They'd often go swimming together, and even bought matching Speedos to publicise their union. They'd kept trying to get James to cum, and got closer and closer every time, but occasionally they had to give up because James got scared. Then, one day Brad suggested anal stimulation. James was up for it, and made preparations.

That evening, James invited Brad to work out, and they went down to the basement. Brad had told James he'd held off masturbating for two weeks, just so he could enjoy their sex to the max. James laughed.

"So...we going to get started?" said Brad, pulling off his shirt. James was sitting on a bench in just his white briefs, which he occasionally worked out in.

"Nope." he replied, grinning.

"But I thought..." said Brad. James could be just a little cruel when he wanted to be.

"First, we work out" said James, enjoying the torture of Brad's tension.

After half an hour of intense workout, Brad asked James if they could call it a day and get going. James refused, and it was two hours of intense workout before James agreed to let Brad have his way.

James slipped off his underwear, and Brad did the same. They kissed as Brad lubed up his hard cock. James' lay there lifeless, as it normally did. Without warning, Brad plunged his cock deep into James' ass. James felt a wave of pleasure as his boyfriend's head impacted his prostate, and his penis sprang to attention faster than it ever had in his life. James began rhythmically pumping his cock in James' ass, and James became lost in the sensations he was having. This surely was heaven. With the feelings he was having, his erection disappeared and he focused entirely on the anal stimulation Brad was giving him.

"James...not going to bother with your dick?" asked Brad. James replied;

"What I'm feeling right now is better than anything my dick could offer". Ignoring James' reply, Brad reached for James' now soft cock, and began pumping it while he continued to fuck his ass. James was taken to an even greater level of pleasure. Brad felt himself tense as he approached orgasm. Miraculously, James did the same and as Brad discharged 2 weeks of pent up teenage cum into James ass, he in turn released his own boy-seed onto the exercise mat. The pair of them fell onto their backs in exhaustion, both truly contented, holding each other’s hands.

From that night, James was able to masturbate to orgasm on a daily basis, if he felt he wanted to. For two months, James went to bed early at 9pm to allow himself time to beat his 4 inch boy cock. It normally took a good 10 minutes to get an erection, and another 20 minutes to reach orgasm, but at least during this time, it was worth it. Every night James would convulse in the sexual pleasure he'd been denied since the operation.

However, after two months things began to change. James found he could bring himself to "orgasm" faster and faster, and it became somewhat a routine to do it every night. The feeling lessened every time, and after a while James found that he would much rather spend the time he was devoting to masturbation playing video games, working out or chatting to Brad.

After 2 months, James made a monumental decision. He called up Brad, and asked him to come over. They went down to the basement, stripped off and sat down in their matching white briefs.

"What's up, James?" Brad asked, emulating James' father.

"I don't want to masturbate anymore. It's boring.". James replied. Brad frowned.

"But you only just managed it....why give it up now?" Brad said.

"I just want to..." said James, and moved Brad's hand to his crotch.

"I want this to be yours, and only yours." he said. Brad smiled. "Can you say the same to me?"

"What do you mean?" Brad replied.

"I'm going to stop masturbating forever, and I want you to do it with me" said James.

"I don't know...I don't think I can..." Brad said.

"We can do it together!" said James, but Brad wasn't sure.

"I get these urges, James, because of my hormones. You don't get them the same way I do, you can't understand".

"Will you give it a try?" asked James. Brad nodded reluctantly, and they moved into an embrace.

Ruled by his teenage hormones, Brad had a hard time giving up his habit. James also had a tough time, as he'd become hooked on the rush, but was confident he had the will power, and stuck to his word.

James decided that the only way to prove he wasn't dependant upon sex was to abstain entirely, and that meant Brad had to abstain too.

One day, they where working out, and Brad was doing sit-ups. The friction of his shorts on his man-sized dick caused him to get hard, and he kept going. With all the pent-up sexual energy that had built since James and Brad vowed to give up masturbation, he came, filling his shorts with cum.

Brad collapsed on the floor, crying. James comforted him and fetched a cloth to clean up. He wiped the thick gobs of cum out of his pubic hair (for, since he couldn't masturbate, Brad hadn't bothered shaving recently) and fetched him a clean pair of his shorts, and briefs.

"It's just so hard, James" said Brad. "It's ok for you, you don't have the urges, but for me..." James understood he'd asked the impossible of Brad. They hugged, and James was given the courage to ask his boyfriend the big question.

"What about the operation?" he suggested. Brad looked up, scared, at James, who smiled back assuringly. "If you had the operation, if my dad fixed you like he fixed me, you'd still be able to do everything, but you'd lose the urge. You'd only have to do things when you want to...freedom!"

Brad nodded.

James went upstairs and spoke to his dad.

"Dad...Brad wants to have the operation. Can you arrange it?"

James' dad smiled.

In the knowledge that the two boys, and Dr Hilton where about to exchange the greatest gifts they could give, James returned to the basement and hugged his boyfriend.

Soon, Brad would have is manhood taken away, and become a hot, muscular boy like him. James had never been happier, more contented, or more aroused than he did that night.