The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Sixteen: Puppy Love From that night on, Keith became one of my dearest friends and most frequent boy lovers. He was so shy and inexperienced that it was going to take him a long time to find other boy friends. In the meantime, it seemed like he would come up to the palace every ten days or so and every time he was so horny that we spent little time doing anything other than having sex and cuddling naked in my room. If he had been only a little more comfortable with his desperate penis, it would have been more often without doubt. As it was, I waited until his hormones became undeniable and shared the boy's beauty with him with all my adoration. We were very close emotionally before, during and after sex, but the sweet boy was always too shy away from the bed for us to become frequent friends. As the weeks past, I was relieved when Ian became a little less needy of me. It was rare that he stayed away all night, but he did become very comfortable going out all day and even late into the evening. He would always return to my apartment with his calm, boyish smile, ready to curl up next to me, eager to have me caress his hairless penis. It was a rare day that I didn't suck him off and taste his sweet boy juice squirt out on my tongue. For awhile, I thought that I was the only one doing so, but the rumors became more and more frequent and it was soon clear that my little kitten was being relieved by everyone in the palace and many boys in the other houses. If his horny penis was being punished, it should have been placed on the body of a boy who was less adorable: few people could deny Ian any kind of pleasure. There was very little change in the weather in Kovzland. It seemed forever to be filled with the bursting buds of spring and was always green, warm and beautiful. As the weeks began to pass into months, however, even a small boy like me began to realize that something was changing. Visually, nothing changed. The trees and grass and flowers all remained green and magnificent; the desires in the boys, however, including me, took on a greater edge and sex became even more important than it had before. Without doubt, it was always extremely great and active; now it took on deeper meaning and the boys who were doing it seemed to be more attracted and dedicated to one specific boy or another. The strange attachments that began to develop were echoed by the birds in the trees and the furry rabbits jumping across the lawns. Whatever the weather might be, spring was dawning and our physical desires were giving way to deeper feelings of love and affection. I was acutely aware of these subtle changes one day on the Twenty-fifth of Erin, NE. 1. On that date, shortly after dinner, I found myself again sitting in a meeting with the Guardians. After all our months together, our formality was receding and it wasn't at all strange that I was sitting off in a chair near the wall while all the others were gathered around the conference table in happy deliberations. I wasn't happy, however. A month earlier I had fallen deeply in love/lust/infatuation with a young boy in Baby Blue House. I had spent every waking moment there, trying to get the boy's attention, doing everything I could to seduce him, and had met with no response. I was so in love with him that I couldn't think about anyone or anything else. His name was Stevey. Normally, I would have thought it was a stupid name for a boy, but I was so infatuated with him and so attracted to the thought of sleeping with him that I thought it was the most beautiful name on the island. Stevey was twelve years old. I had come to expect that I could seduce any boy in Baby Blue, but I learned, after a little checking, that Stevey had been placed there directly upon his arrival and had never gone through the Rite of Passage or a tenure in White. Feeling extremely shy about admitting my enchantment with him, I never asked openly about this. I did learn, however, that everyone in a position to know believed that he was still a virgin at sex with another boy. It was little wonder that my bold displays and sexy outfits had done nothing but frustrate and anger him. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing Stevey. He was my height, a little less than five feet, and about my weight, which is to say that he was very skinny. Even in the gym, the sandy haired boy wore blue jeans and a shirt and I had no idea what magnificence of beauty lay beneath them. Well, not much... I had noticed, as anyone looking in his general direction would have to, that the bulge in his jeans was extremely large, an odd thing for a boy so young. It was so big that the pre-teenaged boy looked funny when he walked and, when the mound was particularly large, he looked like he was in pain. It was little wonder I hadn't been able to see how big his cock was: he never went into the swimming pool and never took a shower in a public locker room. I knew: I followed him for days and never got to see so much as his bare chest. It was very frustrating. To make matters worse, I wasn't Guardian of Baby Blue anymore and wasn't allowed to use the Spy Glass to spy on his bedroom. He must have noticed my infatuation, I was certain that he had; I did everything in my boyish way to let him know about it. Nonetheless, he backed away from even the most mild mention of sexuality. Every minuscule effort I made to seduce him was quickly brushed aside, even if it meant him getting up and storming out to get away from me. I felt helpless. Even my daily pleasures of Ian weren't enough to alleviate my desire for young Stevey. I had become so enamored of him that I hadn't wanted sex with anyone else for more than a week and wasn't even willing to just fantasize about him while I masturbated. I needed him and no substitute would do. "He's lost in puppy love," Rick said, and I somehow knew that he was talking about me. "Are you listening, Kelvin?" David asked. I looked up blushing and had the certain knowledge that the young men around the table had been talking about me for a while already. I shrugged in embarrassment and the Guardians smiled at each other. I was familiar with their secret smiles at my expense: they knew what I was thinking no matter what I did to hide it. It wouldn't surprise me if they already knew who I was fantasizing about and how long I'd been dreaming of him. "Yeah," my soprano voice said as I shrugged my thin shoulders. I was wearing blue jeans and a button up dress shirt, a conservative outfit that only the most innocent of boys would wear... an outfit that Stevey would wear. David laughed. "Every spring I have the incredible desire to feel it all again." "Like you don't feel it anyway," Michael said with an incredulous laugh. "What?" I asked, feeling angry that they saw through me so well. "I said I was listening!" "Okay," David smiled at me. "So, do you think we should go ahead with the festival or not?" I felt my face growing hot immediately. "What festival?" I asked, ashamed to realize that I had so quickly revealed my lie. The Guardians laughed immediately. Even Calvin smiled secretly. "Do you remember the Kovz Festival, Kelvin?" Terry asked, the smile on his adorable face both mocking and adoring. "Sure," I said, though I had no idea what they were talking about. "Should we go ahead and have it?" he asked, losing the mocking smile and looking at me with trust and expectation. I sat in nervous uncertainty for a long time before answering. "Yeah," I said. "Why not?" "No one knows what to do for one thing," Patrick said, the sweet blond haired boy still smiling at me. "It'll be a fiasco. I think we should give it another year. " "Erin can do it!" Terry countered emphatically, as if this was his fifth time of doing so. What did I know? It probably was the fifth time. "Okay, look, guys, this is the deal," Calvin said. "Can the Royal Family pull it off or can't it?" "No way," Patrick shrugged simply but finally. "You bet they can," Terry said with an angry glare at Patrick. Calvin smiled. "David?" "Hey, we're either back or we're not. I say let the kids try it." "Michael?" Calvin continued. Michael shrugged. "It's not that big a deal. Let them give it a shot. Can't hurt." "Rick?" "Fuck yeah. What's it going to hurt?" "Don?" "Hey, I think we should let the kids have some fun. They deserve it." "Kelvin?" I knew a vote was happening but I had no idea what it was about. Plainly Patrick wanted it to fail and I liked Patrick a lot, but I thought it wisest to go with the majority. "I agree with Don," I said, thinking that I could hardly do wrong by voting in favor of the kids having fun. "Everyone seems to think we should go ahead, Patrick," Calvin said mildly. "Are you going to keep arguing or do you accept the majority opinion?" Patrick sighed and shook his head. "Well, I guess I could say no and say 'I told you so' later, but I don't want to do that. I'll do what I always do when I don't know what to do: Kelvin says 'yes'... I say 'yes'." I blushed at this and smiled over at the cute blond. He shrugged and smiled back. I have no doubt that he didn't know I had no idea what we were talking about. The topic they were discussing was the Festival of Kovz, a formerly annual event in which the beauty and sexuality of our population was worshipped in ways the temple never quite approached. It was during this festival that all the great titles of the kingdom were bequeathed. It consisted of dozens of contests and demonstrations, almost all of which were extremely sexual in nature, most inevitably extolling the beauty of pubescent sexuality and orgasms. These included who could squirt their sperm the farthest, the fastest and the slowest; who had the most sperm, the biggest penis, the most enduring erection; which boy had the best body, the prettiest face, the cutest butt; who could put on the most erotic skit, could out-wrestle the others, could win the team competition in the Oil Game. There were individual contests and team contests in addition to a variety of games and displays. The Festival wasn't going to begin for more than a month and would run during the Five Days of Kovz, five days that didn't belong to any month in our calendar. The Guardians seemed intensely eager to discuss all the details even if it was a long way off. We were so well provided for on the island that we really didn't have much to discuss at these meetings so I guess the opportunity was too great to pass up. They talked on and on during which time I fantasized about Stevey and wondered what Ian was doing. Thinking about Stevey was an exercise in frustration and I sat there with my little penis pulsing. By the time the meeting ended, I knew I had to do something. It was either find a way to seduce Stevey or accept the fact that my pubescent hormones were going to force me to jerk off. As I was walking out of the meeting room, a pair of huge hands took hold of my skinny shoulders and pulled me aside. "Who's the boy, Kely?" Calvin smiled, leaning over to reach my level. I blushed and looked away immediately. "No one," I said, my face red hot. Calvin smiled and lifted my chin until I looked up at him. "I know you better than that," he said affectionately. "You've been down to Baby Blue every day this week and Kelly says you won't let him spend the night with you anymore. Besides, I know how you get when you can't get a boy you're in love with." I pulled my chin away, a little angrily. "So. I don't have to play with Kelly all the time." "Come on, Kely, don't be so proud. Get some guys from Purple to help you." "They'd scare him," I countered, quickly realizing that I'd tipped my hand. Calvin smiled at my obvious confession. "I can help, too." I felt a weakening in my spirit and felt like a little child to be so easily exposed. "How?" I asked helplessly. "Well, let's just go down there and see what happens." I swallowed shyly. "Really?" "Sure. Come on." I felt pretty embarrassed riding down to Baby Blue with the young man with the expressed interest of having him help me seduce a virgin boy, but Calvin had always been good to me and I trusted him with all my pubescent fears. As we rode in the carriage, I even snuggled against his hard chest when he put his arm around my thin shoulders. The sun had touched the horizon and would be going down soon. I hoped that I'd be going down soon, too. I felt a little sleepy. "So, what's the boy's name?" he asked. I told him everything I knew about Stevey, his name, his favorite things to do, all the childish things I had done to get his attention. I was relieved that Calvin was so understanding and mature that he didn't laugh at me in the slightest, just listened patiently and gently rubbed my shoulders. As it turned out, Calvin knew who Stevey was very well and had been the Guardian who decided to send him directly to Baby Blue on his arrival. I didn't ask him why; it was pretty clear to me that the skinny little boy had the biggest penis on the island: he couldn't have been placed in White for even a moment. The young man also told me that Stevey had admitted to masturbating sometimes but that the boy was extremely ashamed whenever he did it. Baby Blue had been the only proper thing. "I'm a little disappointed that he hasn't played with the other boys," Calvin said. "We gave him a private room so they wouldn't make fun of him. Maybe we should have put him in the dorm." I was extremely nervous and excited as we pulled into the courtyard in front of Baby Blue's primary mansion. I was wearing white shorts, a light blue T-shirt and tennis shoes and I thought my long, hairless boy legs looked cute. Not that Stevey hadn't seen them before. He'd seen all of me except my penis, though he certainly could tell what it looked like when I tried to impress him by wearing silk bikini bottoms one day. The memory made me blush in embarrassment. As Calvin started to climb out of the carriage, I grabbed his muscular arm with a small hand. "What are you going to do?" my squeaky voice asked nervously, "Don't worry, Kely," the man smiled. "I won't embarrass you." He started out again and I again grabbed his bulging arm. "Let's not do it," I said shaking my head. "I'll play with Kelly." Calvin smiled lovingly at me and pressed the blond bangs from my eyes. "Come on. We'll just see what he's doing." We found him a short way into the woods where two eunuchs were showing he and a half dozen other kids how to shoot bee-bee guns. The other boys were very cute but all I could think about was Stevey. I glanced at him only briefly then couldn't bring myself to look at him. He was wearing tight blue jeans and the bulge between his legs looked like he had a grapefruit shoved down the front of them. He was also wearing a baby blue dress shirt and tennis shoes. He stood there as the gun was loaded. I was astonished by the depth of affection inside me, just gazing at the after image of his long skinny legs and small chest in his clothes, the tough, boyish look on his smooth face. His nose looked a little big for him but I knew enough to know that it was just a way for his body to tell everyone that he was in puberty. The rifle he held with his enlarged hand was almost as tall as he was. "Good evening, Guardians," one of the eunuchs bowed politely. "May we be of service?" "No, we were just touring the grounds," Calvin replied with a polite smile. I noticed Stevey turn and glance at me up and down. His adorable young face looked angry but I was beginning to think he always looked like that. Besides, with the rifle in his hands he was probably trying to look tough in front of a smaller boy like me. "You fellows just go on with what you're doing. " Calvin and I stood off to the side as the eunuch finished explaining to Stevey what to do. The skinny boy hefted up the rifle, almost dropping it it was so heavy. Nonetheless, he was in his tough mode and tried to act like it was nothing at all. I was surprised again that I found a tough boy so attractive. Like Luis many months before, I was totally infatuated with a boy who was totally unlike me. There was no explaining it. He was adorable. I couldn't get him out of my mind. For a boy filled with raging hormones, that was all that mattered. The gun was so heavy that it wavered in Stevey's big hands as he tried to aim it. This sounds a little unlikely, but you have to understand that Kovzland didn't have any real guns and the bee-bee guns we played with weren't very advanced. Building efficient guns wasn't something we even wanted to do. Still, so many of the boys enjoyed the "sport", that we had a few of these monstrous things around. Little Stevey fired, but the bee-bee came nowhere near the target. "Try again," the eunuch encouraged him supportively. "No," Stevey's high pitched voice said. "Let one of the kids try." The kids? True the others looked no older than he did, but kids? He came over to Calvin and I, looking angry. "How's it going, Stevey?" Calvin asked as the boy stood with his arms folded sternly across his skinny chest. "Fine," the boy replied shrugging his shoulders. He stood watching the next boy struggling with the rifle and didn't look at us. The boy fired, no better than Stevey, but was willing to try again. "You don't come down here much," he said. "No," Calvin agreed. "There's a lot to do at the palace." Stevey nodded, totally cool. "Kelvin usually comes down for the Guardians," Calvin said. Stevey glanced at me, then watched the boy miss with his second shot. "We're taking a tour," Calvin continued. "Will you show us around?" "It's getting late..." he said softly. Dusk had fallen now. All of the boys would be heading home soon. Calvin just smiled in response. Stevey shrugged again. "Sure," he said. He turned and led us back toward the mansions, not looking at us or checking to see if we followed. We did after I looked questioningly at Calvin but he just smiled and rubbed my shoulder briefly. I was entranced by Stevey's small, round butt in his jeans as we walked around Baby Blue, seeing sights I knew like the back of my hand. Stevey was stern, but friendly as he guided us around. Mostly, he and Calvin talked, but he did talk to me sometimes. It all seemed to be getting us nowhere and I began to wonder what we were doing there. As we toured the kitchen, however, Calvin made his move. I don't know how it started, really, but all of a sudden Calvin was reaching into a refrigerator and throwing eggs at both Stevey and I. He was a good shot and most of the eggs struck one of us. All Stevey and I could do was grab stuff and hurl it back, never coming near hitting Calvin. Stevey was delighted by the contest, grinning and giggling and acting like a boy. The sight of a smile on his face made him look even more adorable to me and I seized on every vision of that smile, knowing that such sights were too rare. By the time Calvin called an end to the fight, both Stevey and I had been struck by a half dozen eggs each, running in our clothes until we awkwardly tried to pull them away through the gooey egg white. We were all laughing., "I'm soaked," Stevey's adorable face grinned, his fingers pulling the wet shirt from his skinny frame. "I'm sorry," Calvin laughed. "I don't know what came over me." "I need a shower," Stevey grinned. Calvin laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sorry. Well, Kelvin needs one, too. Where's your room?" "Upstairs," Stevey laughed, starting toward the door without thinking. I was thinking though. As soon as Calvin had asked that question, I saw the brilliance of his plan. Still, Stevey could back out, and I was certain that he would. This was a good start, however. I don't know when the realization first entered Stevey's mind, but it wasn't long after we'd left the kitchen. He fell quiet rather quickly, even though Calvin kept making jokes that would make him giggle occasionally. His face was already blushing red, so red that I could see it on the back of his neck. I could almost hear his mind trying to think up some excuse for not continuing toward his room, but he apparently never came up with anything. By the time he opened the door and led us into his room, he was dead silent and not smiling in the slightest. He walked in and crossed to his dresser, pulling out clothes without a word or glance at Calvin or I. As Calvin closed the door behind us, the first thing that struck me about Stevey's room was the smell. It was a mixed smell, something like feet and sperm and boy sweat all mixed together. That may sound bad, but it sunk into me and filled me with sexual longing; to me, it was the most wonderful smell in the world, though it did make me feel faint with hormones. "The shower's in there," Stevey said, the toughness in his voice reappearing again. I glanced at Calvin. He just smiled and winked. "Well, you guys go ahead," he said sitting down on a chair near the wall. "You guys didn't hit me even once." Stevey's thin shoulders shrugged in his shirt, his adorable face still glowing red. "I'm just going to change," he said. "I didn't get hit that bad." "Bullshit," Calvin laughed. "You two just go on. I'll just wait here." Stevey paused a moment and swallowed. "You go first," he said nervously to me. "I'll go after you." Calvin laughed. "In Kovzland?! Come on, Stevey, what's the big deal? I'm not going to wait for both of you to take a shower. Kovz! Come on." Calvin's goading was perfect. Though filled with nervousness and looking like he was going to cry, Stevey was willing to do anything to get away from the goading. He sighed angrily and walked to the bathroom so fast that he blew passed me. I turned uncertainly to Calvin who promptly gave me a thumbs up. I turned toward the bathroom, knowing full well that Calvin would be gone when we returned. Stevey was facing the wall away from me undoing the buttons to his shirt as I closed the bathroom door. I felt a little ashamed that Calvin had tricked him at first, but when I saw the sight of his thin body and long legs, when I knew that he was going to take his clothes off, all my passion and adoration of him leapt up again. All I could feel was desire. Not knowing what to say, I said nothing as I peeled my egg-soaked T-shirt up my skinny body. It cleared my head just in time to see Stevey's long, awkward arms pulling his shirt back over his shoulders. It dropped down his back and my heartbeat doubled instantly. The skin across his thin shoulder blades was pale pink, almost white, and looked as soft as I might dream. I stood there with my own T-shirt slowly slipping from my hands, my chest bare, my eyes gazing at his magnificent skin. His back was very skinny, with firm vertebrae pressing out in a line down the center, very small, sharp shoulder blades pressing out at his baby soft skin as he moved his arms. I thought it was the most wonderful back I had ever seen. He turned and sat down on a small bench, bending over to untie his shoes before I could get more than a brief glance at his chest. Obviously it was as skinny as his back and the boy didn't seem to have any muscles, though his small chest did bulge a little beneath his nipples. His nipples themselves were extremely small, a pale purple color against the pale pink of his skin. His body was adorably thin, his shoulders not widening in the slightest with the onset of manhood. It could have been the chest and back of a nine year old. Swallowing my adoration, I awkwardly backed up and sat down on the toilet, leaning over to untie my own shoes. Stevey didn't look up so I felt free to. I gazed at the top of his thin shoulders, watched them ripple boyishly as his long arms moved to pull his tennis shoes off. He threw them aside quickly and pulled off his sweat socks with little fanfare. He was plainly moving faster now and I knew he would attempt to get in and get out as quickly as possible. I doubled my speed and stood up bare footed just a second after he had. He tried to turn away as he reached for the snap to his blue jeans, but he couldn't turn all the way around without looking a little silly. Boys could be shy of their penises, but it wasn't cool to be too obvious about hiding them from other boys. I watched the big mound between his legs intently as he unzipped his jeans and I wiggled my shorts over my hips and down my legs. As his zipper parted, it was clear that he was wearing underwear and the white cotton bulged through the opening of his jeans immediately. I wasn't wearing underwear, however, and I was completely naked after I managed to awkwardly pull my feet from my shorts. The tension doubled when Stevey realized this, his big hands even more awkward than mine as he pushed his jeans down his legs. The tension was made no less by me. Not only did I continue to stare at him, but my mouth actually fell open when I saw the hugeness of the twelve year old cock in his underwear. His penis was obviously the biggest one I had ever seen, several inches bigger than the majority. It poked out at his underwear so much that the cloth was stretched fantastically out of shape in the front. It would have draped on another boy his age, but his penis filled up every available inch, looking like it must be erect and folded over a half dozen times to keep it inside. I had an erection, of course. I had had one almost from the moment we'd arrived at Baby Blue. My skinny, three inch penis was sticking out and pulsing up and down without hesitation. I didn't bother looking at it; I knew it was hard as rock and as bald and childish as ever. I could feel it throbbing harder as I gazed at the huge mound in Stevey's underwear and just stood there. My arms were dangling limply at my sides, making no effort to conceal my little boner. I doubted that Stevey had even seen it. The boy's legs emerged as his jeans were lowered. From the very beginning it was obvious how thin they were. Even his thighs were very slender. I hesitate to call them skinny only because there was obviously a good layer of meat between the skin and the bone. The skin itself was pale, almost white, and as baby soft and hairless as a child's half his age. His knees, when they finally appeared, were awkwardly large and knobby, and his shins, as they finally appeared, were as smooth and hairless looking as his thighs. If it weren't for the fact that his legs seemed to be more than half his height, I would have thought he was a ten year old. He almost stumbled as he tried to pull his big feet from his jeans, and I almost reached out to help him. He got hold, however, and I stood there skinny, small and naked, my penis pulsing in desire for him. The boy was blushing so brightly that even his shoulders and the upper part of his skinny chest were flushed. There was a faint odor in the air and I recognized it as the sweet perspiration of puberty. The smell of his immature sweat had a predictable effect on me, the effect that nature intended it to have on potential mates of young boys. I was enraptured by him, my young body responding to the scent and appearance of his until I thought I would burst with need. Stevey was like a young dog in heat, sending off smells and images that no mate could refuse. I wanted to go over and hug him, so great was my love and desire for him, but I didn't. When he finally managed to get his pants legs free of his enormous feet, he stood back up and I could see his adorable, boyish face take a nervous glance at my naked little boner. He quickly looked away again but just that brief glance electrified me. He knew how excited I was by the pulsing in my hairless, three inch erection; I wanted him to know. He had, perhaps deliberately, turned to face me more, now, and I gazed at his thin rib cage and long, slender abdomen like a helpless little puppy. His skin was exquisite, perfectly smooth and unblemished and I longed to slowly rub my palm across it to feel its boyish softness. His belly button looked too small for his awkwardly growing body and the skin that surrounded it was so beautiful I felt like begging to hold him. His rib cage itself was very small but elongated from his sudden growth. Though his ribs didn't poke out like a starving child's, they were very evident beneath his little chest, making his small size easy to appreciate. His skinny arms bent and his big hands reached or his underwear. Instantly my heart skipped a beat and I let out a helpless whimper. I was starving for air as I watched the elastic band slip lower on his skinny belly, showing more of the baby soft skin of his tender age. The boy's hips showed small mounds of his hips but his skin was otherwise flawless and very smooth. Filled with embarrassment and shame, he nervously pushed the elastic over a fold in his hard penis and my baby blue eyes grew wider, my mouth fell further open. I was briefly afraid of the obvious size of the young boy's cock, but was hardly about to miss a chance to see it. The fold showed how pale and thick his penis was and I could already see blue veins bulging around it. I could tell that Stevey wasn't breathing as he stripped himself. The farther he went, the more shocked and astonished I was by the sheer size of his massive organ. It was so big that I felt sorry for him, only naturally thinking that a penis as big as his should have been on a much older boy, a boy old enough to know how to control it. As it was, the innocent twelve year old was terrified by it and it showed in the way he moved and the way he behaved. It was little wonder that he struggled so much to avoid being naked with other boys. For one thing, most boys his age would probably laugh at him for being so obviously deformed. For another, poor Stevey could hardly be expected to control his penis's desires once it was freed from his jeans, a fact I was beginning to realize with nervous anxiety, and more than a little bit of excitement. The intoxicating smell of his pubescent body and raging hormones continued to play on my receptive senses and innocent mind; huge penis or not, I needed him. He let out an almost inaudible grunt, of pain or passion, I wasn't sure. He was pushing his penis downward in order to get room to push the elastic band downward and it probably did hurt a little, his erection being so bent out of shape. As the band slid down to his smooth pubic mound, I caught sight of a darling little circle of innocent, dark brown peach fuzz between his legs. If I had any reservation about his penis, I lost it at that moment. So adorable and soft looking were those immature pubic hairs that I again had to fight a tremendous desire to rush to him, to hold him, to lick his childish bush, and worship the magnificent size and passion of his puberty. Stevey's enormous penis cleared his underwear and shot out from between his legs so quickly that even I jumped in startled amazement. The poor twelve year old was so excited that his huge penis poked out as straight and hard as mine, an astonishing thing to see in a penis more than a foot long. It was so big that it bordered on the grotesque, his skinny body and long, thin legs looking unable to support it. It throbbed like a jack hammer, moving frantically up and down, pointing up toward his adorable young face, begging him to look at it. The boy's cock stuck out almost thirteen inches long and so thick that I wondered if even hands as big as his could grasp all of it. He bent over to slide his underwear down his smooth thighs and the huge head of his erection rubbed against his small chest; it could easily have poked against his smooth cheeks if he just leaned over a little and didn't turn his face away from it. I stared at it like a person coming upon a god, my arms still laying at my sides though my small hands were now clinched in fists. With my skinny little three inch erection, I felt like an infant compared to this boy, and felt small and helpless: there was no way that I was going to be able to seduce him now. In my helpless plight, I was assaulted by yet another of nature's powers to help pubescent boys find willing mates: mixing in with the sweet smell of his body was the soft, tantalizing scent of boyish semen. At his age, Stevey's body was sending off so many pheromones that a small boy like me was totally helpless. I needed him so badly that I would eagerly have let him shove that enormous penis up my butt, anything to free me from the all-consuming desires of the little boner between my legs. Stevey pulled his underwear off and threw them on the ground. "What?!" he asked, angrily, and I realized that I was whimpering and panting pathetically. Despite trying to sound tough with his high-pitched, unbroken voice, Stevey's pretty face looked ashamed and frightened. The sound of his voice was the last temptation I could bare. Knowing that he was going to reject me, I pathetically walked up to him whimpering and tried to put my arms around his skinny body. Just as I felt the huge, throbbing organ between his legs press against my abdomen and chest, I felt him stiffen frantically, felt his skinny arms grab my little shoulders like vices, felt him shoving me to the floor. I fell down and my head and shoulders struck the wall. It didn't hurt in the slightest, but I was so horny that I curled up and started crying with frustration. The memory of his huge, hot penis against my belly and the baby soft beauty of his skin filled my boyish mind and I ached dramatically to lose that wonder. I wasn't going to be able to love him and that hurt much worse than any fall might. I was astonished when Stevey took my reaction as being pain and could feel his eyes looking at my naked little body crouching on the floor with guilt and despair. "Are you okay?" he asked, his childish voice filled with concern. I couldn't answer him. All I could do was cry and suffer beneath the onslaught of his pubescent smells. It had been so long since I'd made love to a boy that the feel of my erection rubbing between my thighs was extremely pleasurable and I thought about masturbating, hoping that would abate the need the boy had awakened in me. I didn't get a chance, however, for Stevey's tall, gangly, naked body had come over to me and was kneeling down, his big hands reaching out to grab my shoulders and find out what was wrong. I looked up. Stevey was crouched down in front of me and between his shins his huge penis was throbbing up between his legs with phenomenal desire. It was so big, its rhythmic movements entrancing me, playing on the rhythmic desires between my own legs. It stuck out there against the background of his skinny abdomen, huge purple head against the slight mounds of his boyish chest and tiny nipples. At the base, almost shielded by the thickness of his enormous cock, I could just see the beauty of his immature peach fuzz. "Are you okay?" he asked again as I gazed up at his magnificence. The proximity of his penis filled my air with the scent of his semen, with the overpowering scent of puberty between his legs. I wanted to die in that moment, but I was so in need of him that I felt my body involuntarily moving closer to him, felt his body tighten again as I touched him, heard him gasp nervously as I tried to enfold my body against his beautiful chest. I needed comforting and I knew that only the warm beauty of his body could bring it to me. Stevey sat back on the floor filled with confusion. He couldn't push me away as I crawled between his legs, not after so recently fearing that he'd hurt me the last time. As I felt the enormous length and girth of his erection rubbing against my side, I started to whimper again and persistently curled in closer to him until my shoulder pressed against his chest and forced his skinny body to lay back on the carpet. I was laying on my side between his legs, his excited penis rubbed by the weight and movements of my skinny body. I could smell the sweet scent of his underarms and my small nose longed for more. Whimpering pathetically, fearing he would push me away at any second, I closed my eyes and moved my face closer to his smooth, hairless armpit, my body squirming on top of his huge cock, turning my hairless little boner moving closer to his, closer, until they touched and filled me with reverent awe and embarrassment. The smell of his pre-teen perspiration was like an aphrodisiac, making my mind swoon with dizzying eddies of desire. The boy's young, throbbing organ felt like a rock between our baby soft bellies. It felt even bigger between my legs, making my little three inch erection feel like a child's. In part, it felt almost grotesque, as if some slender baseball bat were pulsing between us. It wasn't a baseball bat, however, it was Stevey's very own penis, pulsing with pleasure and filling him with the hormones that made my heart pound in my small chest. The look on Stevey's adorable face was filled with confused uncertainty, part terror, part disgust, part passion. His mouth hung open now and I could feel his moist breath against me as his skinny body struggled to breathe. Ever so often, he would let out a grunt when the weight of my hairless body rubbed too hard on his huge, sensitive cock. I felt my boyhood laying down beside the smooth, round ball of his scrotum, felt my own testicles delight in the warmth between his legs. It was so hard and sensitive that it could feel every beautiful inch of the boy's smooth skin and could even make out the gentle, almost imperceptible caresses of his downy, immature pubic hairs, the dark peach fuzz exciting me as much mentally as physically. Stevey's childish voice let out helpless crying sounds and he looked intensely troubled by what we were doing. Puberty was raging in him, however, and I could feel his thin arms awkwardly wrapping around me, could just feel his small hips gently pressing his huge penis upward, up into my hairless crotch. His legs, seemingly as long as a man's, stiffened and spread slightly and I felt my lower body slipping down between them, felt the hard inches of his foot-long penis rub more against my belly. My penis started to slip down too, but I crawled up on top of him, felt the warmth between his legs caress my small testicles again, the downy presence of his peach fuzz touching my erection. I held to his childishly thin shoulders, my forearms laying down along his small chest. Gazing with adoration and passion into his frightened face, I felt myself starting to make love to him, my thin hips rhythmically and lovingly rubbing my boyish erection and belly against his gifted penis. Stevey looked like he was going to cry in disgust and shame, but he could do nothing to stop it now. Whether he knew what orgasm was or not, his penis seemed to sense it and it would not release him now that it had a child like me urging it on. Stevey just laid there, holding my skinny rib cage in his big, clumsy hands, feeling my young body moving rhythmically up and down on his penis. Where he was a gangly, awkward pubescent, my body seemed to be made almost graceful with affection and I humped him with slow, gentle regularity, pressing my hips down and upward until I was faint with love and pleasure. I could feel his penis flexing, as if the nervous boy was testing his muscles to make sure his cock was still there between our young bodies. He was crying now, soft, helpless, pathetic crying, tinged with awesome pleasure and barely contained explosions of passion. He clenched his teeth and turned his adorable twelve year old face away, unable to stop the pleasure now, but also unable to watch. His innocence was almost as precious to me as his pubescent aroma, the thin, smooth magnificence of his awkward body. I just kept humping him, feeling his penis swelling and throbbing harder and harder. I was panting loudly, amazed that my body was still so rhythmically controlled when my heart, lungs and mind were all fucking like race horses. The pleasure in my penis was wonderful, made even greater every time I imagined the vision of the pubescent boy's huge penis being rubbed by my belly. I could feel a soft layer of loose flesh moving up and down on the hardness of his thirteen inch erection and knew that a penis that big must feel phenomenally good as it neared orgasm. Stevey's skinny body started to tighten dramatically and I could feel his little chest and long legs grow as hard as his cock as orgasm raced into them and filled his thin tummy with ecstasy. I had seen boys struggle to repress their passions, but poor Stevey was fighting to contain his so much that it felt like his little muscle would snap his bones. His face was a contorted mask, eyes tightly shut, jaw line thrust out as he clenched his teeth fantastically. His high-pitched voice now sounded almost like a growl, but one released only sporadically against a great struggle against his repression. I let out a startled cry as I felt a thin, hot, slimy, wetness erupt between our bodies, shooting from his penis head in a forced stream that instantly coated my penis with semen. His body had not jerked in the slightest and his frantic tension seemed to be getting even worse, so much that I would have been afraid for him were it not for the ultimate pleasure of orgasm racing through my hairless erection. I cried delightedly as my thin body convulsively thrust my hips into the warm slime between our bellies. It was a wonderful place to have an orgasm, both my penis and scrotum coated in the generous flood of his pre-cum. I felt wonderful and so happy to feel my young cock finally release its frustration, delightedly rubbing my naked body against his as my hips jerked with pleasure. I rubbed rhythmically on the other boy as my penis tried to ejaculate in the warm slimy beauty of his boy juice. Stevey was so lost in the terror of his pleasure that I doubt he realized I had had such a wonderful orgasm thinking of him. He was crying loudly and pathetically, his twisted face still turned away, his thin neck and shoulders rippling with his hopeless efforts to control his orgasm. Nonetheless, it exploded through his twelve year old body with intense, fantastic power. "No! No!" he cried in desperate, childish fear as his entire body started to buck beneath me, shuddering at the same time as if every muscle in him were releasing his pubescent pleasure. I was still letting out the last of my little boyhood's orgasm but the strength of Stevey's ecstasy made me forget it. I couldn't believe that such a thin, fragile body could endure such forceful demands for pleasure. I was actually afraid that he was going to hurt himself and held to his small, rock hard shoulders supportively. The young boy's hips gave two or three short, quick bucks before his penis started to ejaculate and I felt his sperm erupt against our bellies in a frantic, desperate flood. He was so small and young but the size of his penis could well testify to the amount of his semen. It felt hot against my bare skin and, despite being as thin as milk, was slimy as it coated his huge penis. "Oh, Stevey," I cried in adoration for his orgasm, my skinny body still rubbing rhythmically up and down on his big cock, the pleasure between my own legs not yet fully subsided. Crying with happiness for his innocent youth, I laid my cheek down on his little chest, felt and heard his heart pounding, and felt the frantic convulsions of his tightly clenched body, pathetically trying to repress the pleasure erupting from his penis head. I could still smell his puberty and it made me dizzy enough to feel like the boy had been ejaculating for a long time. His sperm quickly coated our bellies, was forced up against our chests, was squeezed out and trickled down his pale, baby soft sides. Every time he ejaculated, I could feel the powerful flexing of his huge penis, could feel the tense, frantic buck of his thin, awkward body. All the while I rubbed my sperm covered belly up and down on his hard cock knowing the boy had to feel really good inside, despite the intensity of his seering embarrassment and shame. I felt so good that even Stevey's helpless crying didn't worry me very much. He was so young and inexperienced, he could hardly be expected to be completely calm about losing his virginity. He was still crying as the jerking demands of his hips started to relax and the tense, clenched muscles all over his beautiful body started to ease. When he had finally given up the last of his sperm and was completely exhausted with the effort, his thin arms and big hands slipped from my ribs and he lay on the carpet, soprano voice crying softly. He was too ashamed and too confused to make me get off him and I didn't. I lay on his small, rapidly rising and falling chest, kissed it lovingly and held to his skinny shoulders. I stopped humping his penis, allowing it to recover a little, knowing that it was so young and sensitive that it would hurt him if the rubbing continued too much. Stevey's sperm made our chests make wet sucking noises as we breathed deeply or air. It felt warm and very nice. Between our bellies, his huge penis was softening and I could feel it all very clearly in his twelve year old semen. I loved him so much. His chest was wonderful against my lips, the skin so warm, smooth and perfect. The persistent desires of his pheromones didn't effect me as intensely as they had, but it was still a nice, pleasant smell that made me feel good and euphoric. It was a couple of minutes before Stevey stopped crying and became very quiet. I knew that he was in the guilt phase now, ashamed to have had such intense love with another boy, but he did nothing to remove me from between his legs and I lay there licking and kissing his nipples, enjoying his small chest, knowing he would make me leave it all too soon. His penis was limp now. It still felt big but it wasn't hard anymore and didn't press against my belly with so much rigidity. Stevey didn't say anything as I felt his big hands reach into my hairless underarms and try to lift me off him. Not wanting to anger him, I didn't resist and crawled off him, sitting back on the carpet. The twelve year old stood up and turned away from me, his shame-filled face looking down with despair at all the slimy semen on his chest and belly. Rivulets of his sperm trickled down and ran over his smooth thighs and down his legs. A long, slimy drop dangled from his penis head and fell to the carpet. Freed of its erection, the boy's cock was still a full eight inches long and still looked monstrous on his small, skinny body. Nonetheless, it looked innocent and his pretty peach fuzz and the way his cock dangled between his legs was adorable. I looked down at my little erection, still pulsing and glistening with Stevey's sperm. It looked pretty too, but I felt a little embarrassed that I didn't have any pubic hair and that it was so little. Boys with peach fuzz always made me jealous. I looked up and was oddly excited to see Stevey pathetically trying to wipe his semen from his small chest with his big hands. He was so innocent. I stood up, my boner pulsing out stiff and ready for more. I didn't do anything, however. I had been with enough boys like Stevey to know that they needed time to adjust after their first orgasm with a boy. Instead I briefly put my hand on his soft little shoulder blade. He jumped predictably, but I let my hand drop away immediately. "Come on," I said, nodding toward the shower. "We need to get cleaned off." I turned and stepped into the shower and was a little surprised when Stevey followed. He didn't look as ashamed as he had, but he didn't say anything either. He didn't look so tough either; in fact, he didn't look like much of anything apart from adorable, of course. He looked calm and relaxed, though he didn't look at me in the slightest. Such an odd boy. His cock dangled wonderfully as he moved, swinging between his legs as if to tantalize me. It was really pretty when soft, making me feel like cuddling up with it rather than intensely filling me with a desire to relieve it as it had before. It looked almost too peaceful to ever get an angry erection, so wonderful with his downy peach fuzz. I was astonished by how pretty it was, as if thinking that a penis that big could never look pretty. It was, though, it definitely was, and so was Stevey. There was only one shower head and the gangly boy and I took turns beneath it. We washed ourselves and didn't touch each other or speak at all. I watched him washing openly, but he didn't seem to look at me at all; it felt almost like I wasn't there. Still, he didn't seem to be freaking out like many boys did and I felt good about that. I figured it was best just to keep quiet until he felt like talking. After washing our hair and getting completely clean, Stevey led the way out of the shower, his big cock swinging like it had before. My penis had softened by this time too, but it was too little to be a hanger; just lay there on my hairless scrotum like a child's. He looked troubled as he dried himself with one towel while I did the same with another. I realized that we didn't have any clean clothes with us and knew that that's what was troubling him. Nonetheless, when he was reasonably dry, he wrapped the towel around his skinny waist and stepped out into the room without embarrassment. He looked really cute with a towel around his waist, his pale, thin body still naked up above. Longing to look just like him, I did the same and followed him out. "He's gone," Stevey's voice said simply, as if we hadn't just made love with me in the bathroom. As I'd expected, Calvin had departed, leaving me alone with the pubescent boy. I wondered how Calvin had gotten to be so awfully clever, but wished that he were there because I didn't feel too comfortable with Stevey just then. I felt small and innocent. I always felt that way after sex with a more mature boy. I wanted to say something really smart, but nothing came to mind. After a moment, I said, "Yeah." I couldn't take my eyes off of Stevey and his bare chest and back as he went to the drawers and searched for clothes with one hand, the other still holding the towel closed. His pale skin and gangly young body were adorable, looking, as smooth and as soft as a baby's. I loved the way his ribs and bones rippled along his skin as he moved. His slender feet looked huge as he plodded around on the thick carpet. I felt sad when Stevey pulled out a pair of underwear and a pair of shorts. I wished he wanted to play some more. The sight of his huge penis swinging between his legs was indescribable. I wished that he were one of those boys who liked to go around naked: a lot of boys would be impressed by his pubescent cock. "We could play some more," my childish voice said suddenly, longing to keep him from hiding his wonderful manhood again. "What do you mean?" he said, almost sullenly as he leaned over to step into his underwear. I blushed and looked away boyishly, glancing back up at his penis hanging before he covered it up forever. "You know," I shrugged my thin shoulders. "We could play with our penises some more." Stevey looked up at me with disgust, like I had to be out of my mind, as if I hadn't felt all that sperm gushing from his penis head. He kind of pissed me off, so I did what any angry boy does: I attacked him. He was still leaning over, his underwear wrapped around his ankles ready to pull them up. My skinny, naked body flew across the room and dove at him, sending him reeling back against the bed. "Hey!" he screamed with obvious anger. "Knock it off!" he added, when I didn't stop. We were barely on the bed, about to fall off. Stevey's smooth chest and belly were rubbing against mine as I struggled to mount him. I could feel his penis flopping all over the place, banging against his thigh then mine and back again. Stevey's body was hard with ribs and little muscles, the boy angrily trying to get me off him. This wasn't too difficult: the most exercise I usually got was running around the garden or having sex with boys. Stevey was strong! I felt his big hands grab hold of my biceps like vice grips. I even gasped a little because it did hurt. I tried to giggle as he flung me over, threw me back on the bed. "I said knock it off!" he said. I'd hoped he'd at least wrestle with me for awhile, but he let go of me immediately and sat down to pull his underwear on. "No!" I said, forcing myself to giggle, though I was a little afraid that he'd beat me up. I pushed myself up and dove for him again, my skinny arms wrapping around his neck. My chest pressed against his thin shoulders and I was delighted when I felt my naked penis rubbing against his lower back. Stevey grabbed my arms as we fell off the foot of the bed and to the floor. It seemed like he was a dozen times stronger than me and I could feel his boyish muscles rippling as he struggled, but I was determined and held on, my penis rubbing against his smooth skin and butt. "Let's do it again," I begged, knowing that the boy would wrestle away from me before long. I tightened my grip on his neck and knew I was hurting him, but I wasn't going to give up on him after all we had already shared. I didn't want him to become another Keith Feder, a boy who just came to me when he was really horny. I wanted Stevey to make love to me. "You psycho!" he gurgled through my choke hold. I was expecting an elbow blow to the ribs at any second, but it never came. His huge hands just kept trying to pull my arms away, rolling on the floor and delighting me as my penis rubbed across his skin. The struggling was exciting but it kept me from getting an erection. "I love you, Stevey!" That's not a good thing to say to a pubescent boy, but I thought he should know. "Let me go!" he gurgled back. "No!" I cried. Stevey let out a grunt and his strength seemed to double. I felt my grip on him loosening, felt his young arms pulling my arm lock apart. He tripped with his underwear around his ankles, but still managed to whirl his body around, his cock flying through the air and splatting against my belly as he turned. "Stevey!" I cried, all ready to beg for mercy as his big hands grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head. He pushed me back on the carpet and, as boys just naturally do, crawled on top of me. He sat down on my tummy, too far up for my little penis to rub against him anymore. His penis was so big, however, that the circumcised head now rested on my chest, between my nipples, huge head inches from my chin, boy slit looking up at me like a big snake's eye. He was leaning forward so his hands could hold my wrists pinned back on the carpet, far over my head, and I got a view of his body that could well have made me swoon with adoration. Knowing that he would quit and try to get dressed if I stopped, I kept struggling and the boy's young muscles rippled in his thin body as he struggled back. "I said stop it'!" he said, his angry but adorable face only a few inches above mine. I squirmed underneath his weight and he probably thought I was just fighting. I wasn't. Feeling his bare bottom rubbing against my belly was great and the sight of his bones and muscles rippling his skin as he counteracted was even greater. He was surprisingly strong but his arms were very skinny. I could see smooth, pale, hairless skin on his underarms and thought they looked pretty. The nipples on his thin chest were very small but they were swollen with puberty, as if anxiously waiting for hormones to tell them to develop into breasts. Farther down his skinny body, his penis had no doubt of its gender, its naked head rolling against my small chest, his large testicles feeling warm on my belly. His cute face, flushed from exertion and embarrassment, looked angry and the big hands that gripped my wrists and held them pressed against the floor, felt like vices. I adored him. "If you stop it," his childish voice said finally, "I'll let you up." "So?" I said, suddenly contorting my skinny body and almost spilling him off me before his ribs rippled along his abdomen and he re-seated himself "Why won't you let me play with your penis some more?" I whined. "Why?" he asked in angry disgust. As if he didn't know full well. He was so virile and so cream-filled for a twelve year old I was astonished he could keep from raping every boy in the house, especially a boy as desired by others as I was. Most boys his age and with his level of hormones would beg to have orgasms. Stevey seemed to be afraid of them. "Come on," I whined further, still trying to wiggle out from under him, "I know you like it." "I do not!" his high-pitched voice screeched, his hands gripping my wrists tighter until they ached and my fingers started to feel cold. "Then why'd you cream all over me?" I asked. It came out sounding more accusatory than I'd meant and Stevey got angrier and more defensive. I wasn't handling this well. Knowing I'd failed, I stopped struggling and lay limp and yielding beneath his naked beauty. I didn't even look down at the big, limp cock laying on my chest, though I could actually feel its gifted weight as my little chest rose and fell. When Stevey realized I had given up, he let my wrists go and stood. His penis, hanging more than eight inches long now, swung back and forth between his skinny legs and I could see the hairless underside of his scrotum and butt as he turned away from me. Even when he was facing away, I could see his cock hanging between his thighs from behind. He returned to the bed and started to pull his underwear on. I rolled over on my side unhappily, my little penis laying over but still too small to touch my thigh. I looked down at it and thought it looked pretty... and disappointingly little. I couldn't believe that Stevey, with a penis much bigger than a full grown man's, didn't like having his cock played with as much as I liked having mine played with. "The other boys like playing with their penises," I said softly. "They do not!" Stevey said in the same angry, disgusted voice, high pitched though it was. I let a moment pass as he stood and wiggled the underwear up his phenomenally long, slender legs, watched his penis swinging back and forth until the underwear reached it and the boy awkwardly tucked it back inside, lost to me again. "They do so," I said, with the same soft, saddened certainty. I lay there in my naked, hairless boyhood, not speaking as Stevey dressed. He didn't say anything to me until he had almost finished tying his shoes. "I'm going to the gym," he said firmly. It didn't sound like an invitation to join him; more like he was telling me that he expected me to leave his room. Instead, I just lay there picking at the carpet. I didn't even look up as his huge tennis shoes plodded their way across the room and exited. Even the way he walked echoed of puberty, the awkward, almost stumbling gait of a boy whose legs had grown too fast for his brain to control anymore. I, of course, adored it. Despite my disappointment, I felt an odd excitement to be alone in his room and I stood up feeling a little giddy. For one thing I did have something to feel happy about: we had done it, however, clumsy and awkward it had been. And, by all information I knew, I had been the first to witness the intensity and passion of Stevey's twelve year old orgasm. That was something to feel good about. For another, the room smelled like him. Not quite as good, but close enough for me to remember the original thing with great clarity. There was the musty smell of his huge feet, the tangy sweetness of his pubescent sweat, and just a hint of the musky aroma of his semen. They were the smells of puberty and I loved every bit of them. I didn't poke into the boy's drawers or anything personal like that (even though he had left them open), but I did walk around and look at all of his boyishly macho toys: guns, sports equipment, stuff like that. Stevey looked so skinny and fragile that it was hard to think of him as an athlete, but I figured he must have to do something to work off his hormonal changes. Within a few minutes, a great weariness overtook me. I had felt sleepy before, of course: it's hard to get a good night's sleep when you have a kitten bouncing in and out of your bed all night long, but I was beginning to feel exhausted. Scarcely thinking about it, I went to the young boy's bed and crawled in. Here, the smells of him were stronger. Of all the smells, the one of his pubescent semen grew most great, although it smelled a little stale. I could feel a stiffness in the sheets and I knew that he had masturbated here, leaving the flood of his precious seed to dry. The eunuchs changed the bedding every morning in Kovzland, (they pretty much had to with so many hormone-charged kids around) which meant that Stevey must have jacked off earlier that day; either that, or he somehow managed to miss the morning maid service. I didn't care. I was very tired and the thought of sleeping in the pleasant smell and thoughts of his sperm were quite satisfying. I awoke some time later, uncertain how long it had been, and instinctively remained still. The lights were off and someone was moving in the room close to me. My heart started to race in my chest as I felt the covers being lifted and felt the bed move as another body slowly crawled in next to mine. Though I was facing away, I knew it was Stevey. I knew it was him because I could smell all the smells I had earlier that day only now they were even more intense. The boy had gone to the gym, but he hadn't showered afterward. His scent was overwhelmingly beautiful, racing through my small nose and instantly filling me with desire again. I felt my hairless little penis stiffening between my legs, quickly pulsing with an erection I could not control. Nonetheless, I remained dead still, forgetting to breathe in my desire not to do anything to make him think I was awake. As soon as he was in, I felt the blankets lower again and he lay there a few inches from me like a statue. He didn't move or breathe any more than I did. This went on for several minutes, my little boner still pulsing in answer to his pheromones. In desire for him, I was just about to turn so I could see his big penis as he slept. I didn't get the chance, however, for a pale orange glow suddenly grew around the bed; Stevey had a flashlight. Slowly, so slowly that I might very well have slept through it if I hadn't already been awake, I felt the blankets creeping down my shoulders, felt them sliding down my rib cage. My heart started beating so fast that I could hear it and I felt certain that Stevey could too. I wondered if he was lowering the blankets so he could masturbate or if he actually wanted to see me naked again, begging for it to be the latter. As I felt him turning toward me and lifting himself on an elbow, heard the nervous, frightened, excited panting of his boyish breath, I knew that I had won. Fighting against his own clumsiness, the young boy's big hand gently and slowly slid the blanket down over my hip and even more slowly down to my hairless thighs. If I hadn't been laying on my side facing away from him, he would have had a big eyeful of my stiff erection. From where he lay, all he could see was my butt. He lay there very still for a moment, either waiting to make sure I was going to sleep through it or feeling frustrated that he couldn't see more. I could feel him awkwardly trying to crawl closer so he could look around my body, his breath coming in ragged pants that he was doing his best to silence. Willing and eager to help him, I pretended to be tossing in my sleep and rolled over on my back. My shoulder and upper arm touched his chest, rubbed down the baby soft skin before finding the dry remains of his afternoon fantasy on the sheets. Stevey let out a gasp of shock and fear, then resumed his rhythmic panting. I could feel his eyes on my face, looking for any sign that I had awakened. I kept them closed, however, and, after a long moment to be sure, I felt his eyes moving down my little chest, over my smooth belly, and finally coming to rest on my hairless boner. His panting quickened instantly, the poor boy filled with fear, but excitement, too, at the prospect of looking at a sleeping boy's penis. I had done it before; I knew how exciting it was to be so sneaky. I was really sporting a boner and I could feel it pulsing up and down between my legs, imagined how pretty it looked in the orange light, surrounded by nothing but smooth, pink, hairless boy skin. I didn't think for a moment that Stevey would get suspicious about me being asleep because of my erection: twelve year old boys know that boys get erections in their sleep; most twelve year olds think boys have erections all night long. Many of them do. See, when you're twelve, every time you wake up, whether it's in the morning or sometime in the night, you always have an erection. The conclusion is sound, even though some people doubt it. The room wasn't cool. It was very warm. Still, Stevey was warmer. His body was sending off a steady wave of warmth and the warmth was filled with his seductive scent. I could feel that warmth from my face to my toes in perfect uniform fashion and I knew that he was as naked as I was. There was even a warmer place near my hip and I knew his huge penis was throbbing very near to me. How does one describe the intensity of a pubescent boy's smell. It seems impossible. Nature, in his infinite wisdom, decided that young boys should be attractive to mates. He gave them these pheromones to attract one and the pheromones are released, unconsciously by the boy, through every pour in his body. When the boy is twelve years old or at whatever age he happens to be when he reaches puberty, these pheromones come most readily through his underarms which, at this stage of life, are still smooth and hairless. He has a different body odor from an adult, a sweet, almost intoxicating odor. His feet give off a similar scent, but it usually seems less appealing because it becomes stale if he wears shoes all the time. When you recognize the meaning, however, even pubescent feet smell wonderful. Finally, he sweats between his legs. This isn't near so powerful until his testicles begin producing sperm. Once they do, his scrotum and penis exude a potent and exotic aroma that urge sexual intercourse with everyone they come across. Such is how the Kovz Boy species continues and how our society was formed. In Kovzland, it's difficult to understand why any society would tell boys at this age that they shouldn't have sex. Their bodies are positively begging for it. I didn't know if Stevey smelled any better than most other boys his age did, but he certainly didn't smell worse. Laying there with my eyes closed, my small, pale body bathed in the orange glow from his flashlight, I was totally under the boy's hormonal power. I would do anything he asked accept refuse sex with him. His body was sending mine a message and my body could not refuse to answer it. I was struggling to keep from panting as excitedly as Stevey was. Though I couldn't see him, his eyes were like fingers, probing my testicles and erection then quickly and nervously flicking across my eyelids. This was near Heaven. Heaven came when I felt him moving and in the heat of my desire for him I couldn't repress a little cry of excitement when his trembling, frightened fingertips first touched my hairless penis. His eyes instantly shot to mine, but I just lay there still pretending to be asleep. Kovz, how excited he must be getting. As he watched my eyelids intently, his fingertips rested against my throbbing three inch penis and it almost felt like I would have an orgasm with just that contact. Of course, he was trembling so much that it almost felt like he was rubbing on my little erection, so it wasn't too surprising that it felt so good. What a wonderful boy. Between his scent and his magic, virgin touch, I have no idea how I kept still. When he was satisfied that he hadn't been discovered, his eyes looked down my skinny body and again gazed at my penis. The fright had forced him to quiet his panting but I could still hear his breath as his trembling fingertips reached around my boy cock and ever so gently felt across the smooth, hairless skin surrounding it. This was where my skin was the softest, there on my pubic mound, still too young for even a single silver hair of peach fuzz. Stevey's fingers caressed it with adoration. Like many twelve year old boys, he seemed to relish the hairless beauty of younger boys' penises, penises still too young to be as ravaged by unfamiliar hormones as his was. I could feel my chest rising and falling for air and I was struggling not to moan my pleasure. Being felt down there, especially by a boy as sweet and loving as Stevey was being felt magnificent. My penis was pulsing with my heartbeat and I could feel the shiny, swollen little head rubbing against Stevey's hand as it throbbed. Tenderly, the curious boy's fingertips slipped down until they could pet my testicles, the small, round balls held close to my body by my hairless scrotum. I was so horny I could scream. He felt around my boy cock for a couple of minutes without getting bored and I dared to open one of my eyes to look at him. In the orange glow of the flashlight, he looked like a pubescent Adonis, his little chest and long legs looking smooth and as soft as velvet. In the faint shadows of the light, I could more easily see the small mounds of his chest and the puberty of his tiny, swollen little nipples. He still looked very thin, of course, but the light showed the soft mounds against the rippling of his ribs below. His belly button still looked very little, even though it was dark in shadow. I could actually see the long fingers of the boy's hand trembling as he let his fingertips gently pet the baby soft skin surrounding my stiff boyhood. His hand looked even larger against his long skinny arm, and I could make out little veins bulging with his excitement. Far down, free of the blanket, I could see his huge feet at the end of his extremely long, hairless legs. They looked like they were at least a size twelve, huge on a boy who was just five feet tall. His knee caps were knobby, like mine. Just above and below them his thighs and shins ran in smooth, hairless perfection, the mark of a pure Kovz Boy. What I stared at mostly, of course, was his huge thirteen inch penis. Kovz, it was BIG, looking even bigger on his gangly, immature body. I remembered watching Tony impaling himself on Tommy Wilde's penis. Tommy's was a couple of inches shorter than Stevey's, but it was thicker. Stevey's was slender for its long length, though still much thicker than my little boyhood, or even a normal man's. As long as Stevey's fingers were, I imagined his cock fit nicely into his fist when he masturbated. In the light, it looked very smooth, almost silky, though I could make out a large vein pulsing along the top of it and two or three other veins bulging around the sides. His big, purple penis head was shining as brightly as mine, which is to say that I could probably see my reflection in it if I got close enough. It formed a firm knob at the end of his long shaft, just big enough to fit comfortably in my small hand. His scrotum was big enough to hold his mature testicles, but still had the thick, smooth, pale appearance of a child's. His balls were completely hairless as was his skinny belly and the thin thighs that ran below them. I swallowed nervously as I gazed at its magnificent size and, as always, at the pretty little circle of young, baby fine little hairs around the base. These looked so pretty in the glowing light that I felt my mouth fall open involuntarily so I could breathe. As said before, they had taken on the darker color of manhood, but were still as downy soft and immature as a young boy with a much smaller penis. I felt Stevey's whole body jerk with a start and he pulled his hand back immediately. I looked up into his cute young face and my eyes met his. The twelve year old was so surprised and so embarrassed that he didn't move farther, just lay there naked and on his side, his huge cock throbbing up and down along his belly. I looked into his eyes with almost painful affection and he looked back with what was an emotionless look, but also one mixed with shame, fear, pain and desire. His whole body was trembling with fear or passion, I didn't know which. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I wanted him as badly as he appeared to want me, but I just couldn't make the words come to my mouth. Instead, I reached out my small hand and lay it lightly on his flat, little pubescent chest. He didn't move in the slightest as I tenderly caressed his baby soft skin, gently rubbing my hand over the small mounds of muscle, feeling his hard, swollen nipples against my palm. Even to a small boy like me, his chest felt small, almost childish. It was hard from his ribs and his scarce muscles did little to make the little bones feel softer. Only his pale, perfect skin attested to his immature age. Stevey swallowed and his mouth fell open like mine. I could feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed, felt the nervous pounding of his young heart. As I continued to pet his smooth body, his eyes looked down at my penis again. Trembling from head to toe, he reached out his hand and again began feeling around my hairless pubic mound. I panted a little louder, his nervous tenderness filling me with an intense desire for an orgasm with him. I wanted to hug and kiss him, but he didn't seem like the type of boy who liked to cuddle. Instead, I just rubbed his chest, eventually probing his underarm and feeling the smooth, hairless skin that covered them. There was a slight moistness to them: the sweet perfume of his puberty. I panted louder when Stevey's long fingers took hold of my small, three inch cock. He seemed fully aware of what he was doing to me and I felt his fingertips gently squeezing my erection, ever so tenderly tugging on it and pulling the tight skin on it up until I let out a childish whimper of pleasure. His face filled with innocent wonder and, blushing a bright crimson, he looked up into my pleasure filled face. Slowly, he pulled the tight fitting skin lower, then pulled it up again, all the while gazing into my eyes for my reaction. I let out a long moan followed by the high-pitched whimpers that felt so natural when I was really excited and Stevey's fumbling, nervous pubescent innocence did make me really excited. I could almost feel the rock hard cock between his legs pressing against my belly again and I longed to crawl on top of him and rub on it until he ejaculated like he had earlier, but I felt so helpless beneath his awkward fondling of my hairless erection. I gazed down at his penis instead, still whimpering as I beheld its throbbing magnificence. It was astonishment to see a penis that big looking so hard. His knobby penis head seemed to radiate a red glow of sensitivity, brightly reflecting the light, slit gaping open as if it would start spraying his immature sperm any second. The incredibly long shaft looked beautiful and the slender veins that bulged around it gave it an even greater aura of strength and virility. Most beautiful of all was the innocent, almost childish bush of his baby soft little peach fuzz. It looked softer than kitten's fur and covered such a little circle around the base of his massive cock that it seemed almost comical. I couldn't believe a boy so young and innocent could have a penis so huge and one so eager for attention that it practically drove him crazy with desire. He was still masturbating my much smaller penis with rhythmic uncertainty and I could feel his long fingers awkwardly tugging between my legs. It felt really good but for some reason I didn't feel any closer to orgasm. I was pretty sure that it was just because I was so enamored of his huge penis that I couldn't think clearly about my own. It was as if the size of his made mine feel almost insignificant. I wondered if his penis had always been so much bigger than the other boys or if it was smaller when he was a little boy, perhaps even smaller than mine. Maybe my own penis was poised for its entry to puberty and would grow to such a beautiful size when I was older. I didn't know. Watching his throbbing straight out like living rock, however, I knew I couldn't keep from touching it any longer. Fearing that I might scare him, I slowly slid the palm of my hand down his small boy chest and closer to his cock. His penis was so big that the head rubbed against the back of my hand as soon as it moved below the slight ridge of his muscles and tiny, swollen nipples. He let out a startled cry and stopped rubbing my boyhood. Just lay there in nervous terror, watching as I moved my hand lower. His belly was shivering convulsively as I rubbed over it, the throbbing hardness of his penis throbbing against the back of my hand as if demanding I give it all my attention immediately. That was something I was more than eager to do. I didn't want to move too quickly for it, however, lest a scare the nervous twelve year old. I was still whimpering from my own excitement when I finally felt the little hairs between his legs beneath my fingertips. They were so fine and childish that I scarcely felt them. It was almost like I was still rubbing his bare skin. They didn't have any stiffness in them at all and even rubbing backward on them seemed to not trouble them in the least. I doubted if even Stevey could feel them. He laid there silent and unmoving as my small hand rubbed near his cock. He was probably ready to accept direct contact now, but his man-sized testicles were pulled in tightly by his thick scrotum and I was so enchanted by their hairless beauty that I wanted to feel them too. The smooth skin of his scrotum felt almost as soft as his belly did. It didn't seem to be growing any thinner with puberty, as if his scrotum was still a child's. Like his baby fuzz compared to his huge cock, his scrotum seemed to defy the obvious maturity of his testicles. I slid my fingers down into the warm, hairless crevice between his scrotum and thigh before slowly sliding my fingertips over the oval shaped balls beneath. Each of his testicles as big enough to fit neatly into my young hands. All the while I was holding them, my wrist and arm were inadvertently touching his rock hard cock and every time they chanced to touch his swollen penis head I could feel Stevey's gangly body jerk nervously. He was so primed. Still, the young boy didn't move. The feel of my erection in his trembling fingers was still nice, however, and I didn't feel at all concerned about him rubbing on it. I glanced up into his face and it was filled with confusion, fear and desire as he stared down at his penis. Kovz, he was adorable. Slowly I let my hand straighten out and let my palm come to rest on top of his scrotum, feeling the hard contours of his testicles underneath the warm skin. They were ready and eager to unload his precious cargo of semen and I knew that I was soon to become a part of the stains on his sheets. I watched as my hand, looking smaller beside his thirteen inch boner, slowly slid upward, felt the lowest inches of his cock passing beneath my palm. I couldn't believe how hard he was. I mean, a little penis like mine was easy to make as hard as rock. A boy like Stevey would need a heart the size of a mountain to keep a penis that big so hard. However his young body managed it, his penis was straight and hard and excited. Even so close to the base I could feel it throbbing powerfully, as if rhythmically coaxing his desires into my hand. He started panting as I slid higher and I thought he was so adorable that I felt like crying in love for his immature sexuality. As it was, I knew what he needed and I was more than eager to give it to him. By the time I finally reached the hard, shiny ridge of his penis head, I knew he was all mine. Stevey was excited. He may have been pretty quiet compared to most of the other boys I'd been with, but the tenseness of his skinny body and the desperate look in his eyes were enough to tell me that he couldn't hold out for long. He was so excited that I half expected his penis to start spraying boy sperm all over the place at any second. His pubescent hormones were so overpowering his young body that the poor boy could do nothing to stop me even if he did want to. When I sat up, therefore, I wasn't surprised that all he could do was lay back on the bed, his naked body there before me like an altar, its god towering above like a monolith. His skinny arms were bent and half-raised over his head, his small hairless underarms exposed to the sky, radiating his pubescent scent like a lure. I took hold of his cock as I sat up, feeling the rhythmic pulses from deep in his body, feeling the warmth and life driving it forward with desire. As I'd expected, my hand could not encircle all of it. Though it was slender considering its length, it was a lot thicker than my little boyhood. I'd come to believe that a boy's hand was made just large enough to hold his own erection; Stevey, with his long fingers, could have made a very nice fist around his big penis; I couldn't come close. It didn't matter, though: I could still feel the loose layer of skin covering it moving with my grip and I knew that I was boy enough to please him. Besides that, I was pretty sure I could fit all of his glorious penis head in my mouth and I was equally sure that that would be about all it would take to get his body to give up its pubescent treasure. He seemed so young and innocent, even the lingering tough-boy image of his face doing little to belie his total vulnerability. Holding to his young manhood, moving my face closer to the shiny purple head, I almost felt like giggling. The poor boy was helpless to resist. Kovz, I loved pubescent boys. They were so easy. Through the corner of my eyes I was extremely aware of the beautiful boy laying sprawled out before me. Though the focus of my gaze was now full on his foot long organ, I could still see the long, gangly legs sprawled out below and the thin, vulnerable chest exposed up above. Even staring at his penis I could fully see his skinny abdomen and rib cage for the simple reason that his cock was sticking out directly above them. He was such a child and yet such a man. Exquisite. I don't think Stevey was prepared for what I did next. He was laying there as if waiting for his penis to squirt, almost forgetting that I was even there to some degree. I don't think he caught on as my boyish face moved closer to his knobby penis head, as my slimy tongue slipped out and licked my lips. He was already panting frantically, barely audible, rare whimpers sounding from his little chest. I don't think he even knew what I was doing. When my slimy lips quickly and easily engulfed his penis head, however, and the round, hardness of his excited cock slipped onto my warm tongue, he responded immediately. The cry that sounded from him was almost terror. His mouth dropped open in shock and the look in his eyes was pure astonishment. I didn't give him a chance to back out. As soon as his skinny abdomen and ribs rippled as he sat up, my free hand instantly shot to them, stroked them, gently pressed his young body back on the bed. This was the critical moment, for it gave his hormones and his penis time to reassert themselves: yeah, it looks weird to have your penis sticking into another boy's mouth... but doesn't it feel good? He subdued his cries and, though he still stared at his penis in shock and terror, he made no further effort to resist. That was good because I definitely wasn't eager to let his penis head go, not when all that boyish sperm was so primed for ejaculation. As I felt his skinny young body partially relax, I started stroking supportively on his belly, adoring the soft perfection of his skin even as I closed my eyes and worshipped the magnificence of his penis. Even a foot away from his pubic mound, the sweet smell of his puberty was filling my nose, the musky, half-sperm, half-sweat smell of his hormones. I was in heaven. To my surprise, I was able to slide a little bit of his shaft into my mouth and my lips wrapped around it about a half inch down from his penis head. I still held a big chunk of his penis in my hand, but I didn't masturbate him: I didn't think he needed any further pressure to hurry the pleasure along. Kovz, he was such a sweet boy. I neither sucked on his penis head nor slid it in and out my lips. Instead, my tongue slowly and lovingly slid around it, gently coaxing it, knowing that it would give up his orgasm all too soon anyway. As hard as his cock was and as agitated as his young body looked, I don't know how the twelve year old boy kept quiet. He was gasping very rapidly, almost pathetically, but he didn't cry out or moan like most boys his age did. Boys that age don't usually even think about being quiet. Stevey was so young and so innocent that he didn't seem to think about anything else. It was as if he thought someone was right outside the door waiting to hear him in his moment of pleasure. Nonetheless, as the glorious moment grew closer, his gasps became more ragged, more pathetic, as if he was afraid to even let the sound be know. As that was happening I watched his skinny body growing tighter, striving to control itself, almost, it seemed, fighting to keep the cork on the bottle and not let the genie out. The genie was going to come, however, and so was Stevey. In the last few moments before his climax, the poor, frightened boy's adorable body became so stiff and so distorted from tension that I thought his little bones would break. His ribs were poking clearly out along his torso, even out at his boyish little chest. His long, skinny legs were shivering convulsively and sticking out so hard that his heels rose off the bed and his skinny thighs rippled with muscle. Even his thin arms finally dropped closer to his body, took hold of his small chest, held him so tightly that they rippled along the forearms as if struggling to contain all the pleasure inside him. I could have told him: No can do, kid: you're going to the mountain top. As he climaxed, his childish, high-pitched voice did make several pathetic little cries through all his tension, as if all the frantic contortions in his skinny little body just weren't enough to contain how good it felt. His face was a distorted mask, as if he were filled with intense pain, his beautiful eyes clenched tightly shut, his teeth clenched so tightly that his skinny neck bulged with muscles and veins. When the rhythmic explosion of pleasure erupted between his legs, his body was so tight that the powerful bucking of his passion was like desperately controlled jerks. Even with all his repression, his entire body shuddered madly and helplessly. When I first felt the warm, slimy glory of sperm shooting from his penis head it was during one of the intense dramas of the jerks of his skinny body. Thereafter, every time the jolt ran through him, his penis squirted again and his slender hips bucked outward with scarcely contained passion. I had sucked off many boys before who bucked so frantically that I could barely keep their penises in my mouth. I had no doubt that Stevey was having a much more powerful orgasm than them. He was repressing so much of it, however, that I had little trouble holding the round head between my lips. Every time his huge penis shot a long stream of his semen, I struggled to swallow it before the next time. I did fairly well at this at first, but the boy was so virile and his ejaculations were so strong that by the fifth or sixth time I lost control; his twelve year old sperm filled my mouth and erupted between my lips quickly coating my chin and dripping down into his soft peach fuzz. I didn't worry too much about it because by that time my mouth and brain had had time to taste him. His sperm was more mature than Ian's or Keith's, more mature than most boys our age; nonetheless, it was much less mature than Terry's or the other older boy's. It felt as slimy as theirs, but was sweeter. The thing that struck me most, I suppose, was that I could practically feel the little tadpoles of his sperm filling my mouth, running down my throat, swimming around in search of my innards. Stevey ejaculated nine or ten times before the reservoir in his testicles had adequately drained themselves. It was the most sperm a boy had ever ejaculated in my mouth before and I found it intensely exciting. The hairless little boner between my legs seemed to sense the magnificence of the moment for it seemed on the verge of an orgasm itself. As Stevey's pubescent needs were filled however, his thoughts seemed to turn quickly toward shame and guilt rather than the desires of his hairless little lover. Only a moment went by once his ejaculations stopped. Still swallowing the last of his sperm, I felt my small hand gripping his big penis shaft tighter and squeezing the last, sweet drops out his penis head. Almost as soon as I'd reached the end, Stevey's shame reached its peak. The boy pulled his cock from my mouth so quickly that he was lucky I didn't bite it inadvertently. With his sperm running down my chin and neck and two trails of it trickling down my little chest, I looked at the pretty, naked boy in confusion. He didn't look back, however. His slimy penis lay against his belly now, softening slowly, and he tried to grab the blankets to cover himself. When he realized that I was blocking the blankets by sitting there on my feet, he gave up and turned away, grabbing the pillow and turning his back to me. I sat there gazing at him for a long time. The hairless little boner between my legs was still throbbing expectantly and I wanted him to make love to it, perhaps even suck it, so badly that I almost didn't want to give up. When you love boys as young as Stevey, however, you learn to be patient and understanding. With all the boys available to me, it didn't seem to matter whether or not each of them pleased me. In a kind of back door way, I had pleased Stevey. I could wait for him to understand it. I sat there for a long moment looking at him. He looked just as skinny with his back turned to me as he had with his chest. His shoulders and abdomen ran straight up and down and the sharp edges of his shoulder blades poked out at smooth, pale pink skin. His vertebrae also poked out, softening near his sides where the skin looked as soft as silk. I let out a slight smile when I saw his small, round bottom. He was so innocent. He thought that turning his penis away from me would hide all of his sexual possibilities. I smiled at his pale bottom and knew that I was going to show him more some day. But not today... He was too young and too embarrassed by his sexually to use that way. Besides that, he was certainly strong enough to kick my ass if I tried. So I didn't. Instead, I reached around his naked body and turned the flashlight off. In the darkness, I took hold of the blankets as I lay down and pulled them up over us. Stevey didn't move, feigning sleep. I knew he wasn't asleep. After an orgasm like that, he had a lot of things to think about. I felt a little sad and a little happy at the same time. I was a patient boy, however, and I could afford to wait. Laying there naked with him, in the same bed, the starched effect of his dried sperm against my side and the fresh taste of it on my tongue were nice things. Better things could wait. In the pitch darkness of the room, hearing skinny little Stevey breathing rhythmically still feigning sleep I felt certain), I said into the darkness, "I love you, Stevey. " Several minutes later, as I drifted slowly off to sleep myself, Stevey adjusted the blankets around his small, naked body so that he could sleep more comfortably.