The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Three: When Boys Collide I didn't see much of the older boys in the next two weeks except at dinner which we all shared. While I and the other younger boys explored and played, the older ones held meetings and discussed their plans for the island. I knew that Guardian Calvin was spending a great deal of time training High Priest Jonathan Quade in the Temple and that Guardian Garrick was spending a lot of time training King Erin at the palace. For me and my friends, however, it was a time to play and more exploring than any boy could dare dream for. A couple of the boys were fairly skilled with horses and they taught the rest of us to ride. I'd ridden before back in Tarsec Village but it had always been with Eric Thorne, a boy who was brought up riding, so it took me some learning. Since the leather saddles did tend to chafe a bit, we had all taken to wearing clothes again, usually nothing more than blue jeans for our legs, but sometimes shirts and shoes too. I tried to ride the bigger horses like the other boys my age were doing but after a couple of nights being saddle-sore, I opted for the smaller ponies. They teased me at first but soon several of the others were riding them too, including Kelly. On horseback, we could explore even farther than we could on foot. At first, this involved checking out all of the towns, ensuring that each one was appropriately equipped. Calvin had given us this charge though I suspect he was just helping me find and excuse to avoid all the work he and the others were doing. More interesting than the towns were the grounds in between them. Much of the land was civilized to some degree, with neat lawns, orchards and parks. A lot of it, however, was left fairly wild. The strange thing was that if you went through these wild parts you'd all of a sudden come on some secret place: a small meadow, a cave, a swimming hole with a waterfall. After a while I started realizing that none of the island was truly wild, it had just been made to look that way as part of its design. It left an unending array of places to explore, a natural and necessary aspect for the happiness of young boys. There were about twenty of us who were exploring together, sometimes more, sometimes less, frequently breaking into smaller groups when we couldn't decide where to go next, each group hoping to find something more amazing than the others. We would leave first thing in the morning and just go where our spirits took us. With fruit trees and vegetables abounding, there was plenty to eat so we rarely returned to the palace before nightfall. When the excitement of playing together overcame us, we would occasionally stop and have sex with each other, but that wasn't all that common, usually only when we were skinny dipping and our penises were already there to see. Besides, we were so busy running, wrestling, riding and exploring that we just didn't think about it all that much. That wasn't too big a deal for the human boys, most of whom were still well before puberty, but we Kovz Boys were generally more sexual than that even before puberty. It was two weeks to the day after our arrival that the sternwheeler returned with the Captain. It was early in the morning and the younger boys and I were just getting ready to begin our morning routine. As we were saddling up, however, Calvin and Brendan showed up at the palace stables. "Are you going to ride with us, too?" Perry giggled excitedly. "No," Calvin smiled. "The ship is here. We're going to go down and talk to the Captain." "Can I go, too?" I asked more out of curiosity than attention to duty. "Sure," Brendan grinned. "Come on. You can ride with me." The strong adolescent easily helped me up into his saddle than crawled up behind me. He slipped his muscular arms underneath mine and held the reins of the horse on my lap. Soon, the three of us were trotting out of the stables and along the cobblestone road toward the central fountain. I was wearing just blue jeans so my chest was bare but Brendan was wearing a button down, flannel shirt separating his firm skin from mine. "Why's the ship coming?" I asked, turning up to the handsome youth. "They're supposed to come every two weeks," Calvin explained from beside us. "Right now, they're just checking to see if we need anything. Later on, they'll load up on herbs here and bring us the things we need." "Oh," I said, happy to know everything was working out so wonderfully. "We also got word that David is on his way," Calvin added, his strong voice not having to try very hard to be overheard above the rhythmic clacking of the horses' hooves on the gold brick. "Really!?" I said excitedly. I had met David in Raykov months earlier. He had been the Guardian of the Keep there, the home where the Kovz Boys kept secret watch on the Raykov kingdom. It had been there, too, that one of my earliest loves, Lance Reynolds, had been left behind as a personal favor to the Raykov king. "He's bringing all the boys he could find in Raykov," Calvin explained. "How many's that?" I had to yell a little. "Almost two thousand," Calvin smiled across at me. Two thousand! I didn't have to ask where we were going to put them all, but it sure was a lot of boys. There was only one boy I was thinking about though. "Is..." I started to ask. "Yes," Brendan smiled, hugging my skinny body between his hard forearms. "Lance is with them." David arrived two weeks later, meaning that he must have left Raykov almost immediately after we'd arrived on the island. I could only imagine the sight he must have made coming over the rise of the Old City, a line of boys more than a mile long following behind him. There were so many that they had to come in two shiploads and I waited with everyone else in eager anticipation as the sternwheeler finally appeared and started to approach the dock. This was going to take some work. There were 53 of us (twenty of whom were so young as to be all but useless) and we somehow had to corral two thousand boys and keep them organized. Kelly, Tod and I were assigned to take care of the littlest boys with the help of several of our young friends. The others were all given their assignments, too. No sooner did the ship press against the dock when we were instantly there starting to organize the mass of boyhood on her deck. They weren't a lot to look at. Not only had they spent the past four weeks on the road, but most of them were from the poorer districts of Raykov. They were dirty and, even when they were obviously very cute beneath the grime, I didn't think near so much about sex as I did getting my work done. There were several groups that we were all trying to separate out at the same time. I was looking for boys who looked to be eight years old or younger. Prince Ben was looking for boys who wore the tell-tale necklace of the Kovz Boy around their necks. Others were trying to get other boys of other ages. The search for the Kovz Boys was our primary mission. Somewhere in the world there were 5,000 of these, the direct descendants of the Guardians. When the Old Ones attacked and destroyed the old city, any Kovz Boy who would have been killed was instantly transported to some random location elsewhere and reformed as a young boy. In re-materializing there, the boy would have no memory of who he was and would have only a golden necklace to both identify him and to protect him from the Old Ones. If found by our ancient enemies, any Kovz Boy was sure to be killed again, or locked up in a prison. They could not kill us. That was part of the covenant made centuries before. But they could weaken us by continually destroying the memories of the Kovz Boys. Without memories, the Kovz Boys were no threat to the Old Ones. The necklaces could not be identified by non-Kovz Boys. They appeared as simple gold medallions, about an inch around, flat and unadorned. The native Kovz Boy, however, could see the etched drawing of two exquisite boys, both naked, the older one with his arm around the younger one as they stared at a rising sun. Around the edge was an inscription that read "Kelvin Protect Me." So, too, had I been destroyed and transported to Tarsec months earlier with such a necklace. Properly administered to, a Kovz Boy's memories could be restored, normally. Because of the extreme damage done during the last assault on Kovz City, however, I never had fully recovered. Generally speaking, our efforts to segregate the boys was an unmitigated disaster. Not only were we tripping over each other, but the filthy boys joining us were in the way, too. The confusion scared the youngest boys, the ones I was responsible for, and virtually every one of them was bawling. No sooner were they all ashore then the Captain quickly pulled away, a look of serious doubt on his face. We were trying to calm our young charges down but young boys like us weren't all that effective against boys who were even younger. It surprised me that they were so young. Some could not have been much more than four or five years old. Nonetheless, we did our best to corral them together, 150 crying little boys, some begging for their mommies, several wetting their ragged pants. I was extremely relieved when Terry showed up and started to hush them quiet for us. With adolescent skill, he told them a short story about a little boy on a great adventure. Soon, he'd tricked them out of their fears and they were ready to cooperate with us. Tod took charge, a bit awkwardly since he was generally too shy for such things. Soon, he'd guided our group away from the others and took them down to the beach to the south of the dock. There, with some persuading, we managed to get the boys to remove their ragged clothes and bathe in the cool lake. We brought soap for them and made sure they cleaned themselves fully, especially their hair which was inevitably lice infested. The soap killed these instantly and completely, leaving nothing but silky hair behind. Most of the children were pretty embarrassed about being naked with all the others and would stand where the water was deep enough to hide their little penises. These were, to a one, uncircumcised, it being rare for boys in Raykov to undergo the practice. Consequently, to ensure a thorough job, we required them to pull back their foreskins and scrub their little cocks really well. Soon, we were facing some 150 naked little boys all looking confused and scared, but squeaky clean, too. We had prepared for this routine on shore and had plenty of towels for the boys to dry off with. Once dry, they were each given a pair of white gym shorts and a white shirt, so white in fact, that the boys practically glowed in the afternoon sunlight. Cleaned up, they were really very cute. In the safe, fresh clothing, they're behavior improved too and most were starting to smile a little, boyish smiles with dimples, designed to enchant the older people who they were dependent on to take care of them. Similar scenes were being played out to the north of the dock. Each of these boys, however, was being given baby blue clothes as they emerged. There were several hundred of them, ranging in age from pre-teen to almost adult. Several huge wagons, drawn by teams of horses, were coming up driven by some of our young brothers. Into the first two of these we put the boys dressed in white. Fearful and confused, they were soon led away giving us a few minutes to rest while the older boys in baby blue were loaded onto the others. I was exhausted as Rick came up to me grinning. "Not bad," he said. "Thirty-two Kovz Boys in that batch." "Cool," my high pitched voice said, too tired to be very enthusiastic. "They're awful cute, Kely," he teased. "We don't care," Tod answered for me. "We're tired." "Better shake it off," Rick said starting back to the others. "The next boatload should be here in a few minutes. We groaned but Rick was pretty accurate. Soon, the steam-wheeler was again heading toward us. The next load turned out to be even worse. There had been so many boys in the other group that Calvin said we should take all the boys who were twelve and under. That tripled the number we had to work with. We were a lot more organized this time, however, and Calvin stood on the dock instructing each boy who got off where to go. The second load brought another 87 Kovz Boys, making the Guardians very happy indeed. It also brought Guardian David to the island and we were all glad to see him again. My clearest memories of him went only back to Raykov, but internally I'd known him for two thousand years. He was a very handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen with jet black hair and deep brown eyes. He was also very friendly and seemed to exude adolescent sexuality. I would like to have had sex with him, but there was certainly no time for that. "What's that?" I asked, seeing that the young man had brought a gunny sack with him. It looked heavy as he held it slung over his shoulder and I couldn't help but think that maybe he'd brought us a present or something. "Oh, hey, look at this." He had an interesting voice, not terribly deep and with a distinct lisp that sounded kind of silly to me. David called himself a "swisher", a term I didn't really understand, but that he seemed kind of proud of. There were other boys kind of like him. I just figured they were a little different. "Calvin," David called over to the other Guardian. "Come see this." "What is it?" the young man asked. He seemed a little impatient what with so much to do, but was willing to take the time for another Guardian. "This was a gift given to King Mike in Raykov," the new arrival said. He'd put the gunny sack on the ground. As he talked, he gently untied the ropes that held it shut and unveiled the most amazing sculpture I had ever seen. It appeared to be made of glass or crystal, almost magically translucent. Imbedded within it were green, red, yellow and blue gems. So mysterious did it appear that it took me a moment to realize that it was a statue of a young boy, perhaps nine or ten years old. The sculpture was exquisite, the glass or crystal carved in intricate and incredible detail. It was such pure material, however, that much of the detail merged into its clarity. You could only see certain parts of it at any given time, depending on what angle you looked at it with. If it weren't for the fact that it was a statue of a boy, and one sporting an obvious erection, I'd have thought it belonged in the Labar museum or something. As it was, it looked like something that could only belong to Kovzland. David told the story as he had been told it by the King of Raykov. The statue had been wrested from a dragon more than two hundred league's to the north. This would have put it so far out of the "civilized" world that it was unlikely ever to have been known to the Kovz Boys before. And yet there it stood, about two feet tall and magnificent, so beautiful I found myself just staring at it. "How did you get it away from Mike?" Calvin asked, the young man apparently as enchanted by the statue's beauty as I was. "It cost a lot, Calvin," David admitted, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I think we need to talk about it in Council." Calvin nodded, still gazing at the statue and shifting his head to see it from every angle. "It couldn't have been too much," he said. "It's definitely an artifact and it's not one the Kovz Boys made." "I thought it might have been made by the Satyrs," David suggested. Calvin nodded. "It could be. Well, we'll turn it over to Jonathan. He's still learning but he can see what he can come up on this." "Who's Jonathan?" David asked. "The new High Priest," Calvin explained, reaching down to wrap the statuette in the gunny sack. "He's a sharp kid, David. If anyone can figure it out, he can." I had no doubt of that. I was kind of sorry to see the statue go away, but when it was gone I just shrugged and stood back up. There was a lot of work to do. Over the next two hours, we cleaned, deloused and clothed five hundred boys on the south end of the dock. It was a bit more interesting this time because the difference in ages made for more interesting cock-watching. None of our boys were old enough to have pubic hair or even penises that were very big, but they were a long sight more varied than those of the little boys we'd had earlier. Still, it was a lot of work. Soon, we were loading these boys up on the returning wagons, again dressed in their white and baby blue outfits. Thus segregated, the new boys were taken to their new homes in White or Baby Blue. Kelly, Tod and I were assigned to White along with several others including Calvin. We rode on the buckboards of the last wagons, all of us exhausted but Calvin smiling happily. The wagon took us to the center of the town that housed White. This took more than an hour, with crying, irritable boys in the back. Nonetheless, we dutifully jumped from the buckboards and guided the small boys out of the wagons to join the group who had arrived earlier. I had no idea where to even begin with all of them. There were more than seven hundred of them and only twenty-two of us. Fortunately, Calvin was so big and had such great talent for dealing with boys that he quickly got them organized into teams of ten, each lead by what he called a "squad leader". The boy picked to be a squad leader was inevitably very proud of the distinction and took an active part in quieting his young charges. He then took five of these "squads" and put them together in what he called a "platoon", appointing an older boy to be leader of each of these. He then organized four of each platoon into what he called "companies" and appointed a boy who was older still to serve as a commander of each. Finally, he put them altogether into a "battalion". "Where did you learn how to do this?" I smiled with respect up at my young friend. "US Army," he sniffed, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the mass of young boys before him. They were on a wide, open expanse of grass which, though weeks had passed since our arrival, had not grown in the slightest. There was a little bit of space between the platoons and a bit more between the companies. The platoon leaders and squad leaders were trying to get their boys to stand in straight lines but they weren't having a lot of success. Still, it was a lot more orderly than I could have managed. They looked incredible: a sea of white clad boys on the bright green of the lawn. "Alright, shut up!" Calvin barked out at the milling, chattering boys before him. His powerful voice over-rode everything else and the boys fell amazingly silent. "Squad leaders, you are responsible for making sure that the boys in your squad are taken care of. Platoon leaders, you are responsible for making sure the squad leaders are doing their jobs. Do you understand that?" The boys nodded awkwardly and looked uncertain. "Okay!" Calvin continued. "The first thing I want your boys to learn is how to stand in a straight line. When all the lines are straight, we'll go in and get something to eat but not until then." Calvin had been pretty nice to them. None of that "I can't hear you!" stuff. Nonetheless, when it came to getting the boys to line up, he was a minor tyrant. It took more than half an hour and wasn't accomplished until he and Prince Ben actually went out among them and told them where to stand. I was getting bored but at least they weren't going crazy as young boys are wont to do. Finally, he let them file into the largest of White's mansions, the only one capable of holding all 700 of them. It took more than an hour for the line to snake itself into the house where Brendan and some of the others were ready with dinner. There was plenty of food to feed the boys but since there were so many of them and so few of us, it was a cold dinner of fruits, nuts and vegetables -- nothing that had to be prepared. In the meantime, the ten and eleven year olds who had been appointed as battalion and company commanders were given a quick tour of the mansion by Calvin with Kelly and me in tow. While ensuring that the other boys got fed, Calvin had narrowed down the number of boys he had to deal with directly to only a half dozen. Kelly and I were learning a lot. The tall Guardian showed each of the company commanders where to assign their platoon leaders and quickly taught them the rudiments of command. He told them, for example, not to tell each boy which room to take, but to tell their platoon leaders which rooms were theirs and have them assign squads and then have the squad leaders assign specific rooms. The boys nodded their understanding. They were obviously still very confused about everything, but Calvin never gave them the chance to ask questions, just kept telling them what to do and how to do it. Later, when we'd returned to the dining room, one of the company commanders got into a fight with one of his platoon leaders. Not an argument, but a real fight, with skinny arms flying and young fists pounding each other. Calvin was there in a second but, to my confusion, he didn't stop it, just watched the skinny young boys in their white outfits wrestling around on the floor. When it was obvious that the company commander was getting his butt kicked, Calvin suddenly reached down with both hands, gripped each of the boys by the arm and jerked them to their feet in an instant. "You're fired," he said to the crying little boy who had been company commander. "You're the commander of Bravo Company now," he said to the victor. "I suggest you get with the Battalion Commander and get instructions quick because if you haven't done every single thing I said to do tonight, you're going to get a spanking." Fortunately, the Battalion Commander was a pretty sharp kid and remembered almost all the training the company commanders had received. Calvin had also shaken up the upstart new commander enough that he was ready to listen to just about anyone and do as he was told. Oddly enough, Calvin actually took the former company commander under his personal wing, literally. For the rest of that evening, everywhere he went he took the skinny eleven year old, his arms always holding to the small boy. Soon, the kid was smiling and fawning up to him like an older brother. I didn't get this military stuff at all and I wasn't sure that I liked it. Kovzland wasn't supposed to be an army. It was supposed to be a happy paradise of boy love. Nonetheless, over the next few days I had to admit that it was successful. At first, Calvin was a stern taskmaster, giving the boys very little time to do anything but follow orders. Days were spent in marching drills and evenings spent teaching Kelly, me, the commanders, and often the platoon leaders, how to run the house. There wasn't a lot of time left over for fun. Soon, however, Calvin started to ease back and his commanders matured into able leaders, his platoon leaders into effective followers and leaders. The boys were soon preparing their own meals, cleaning up after themselves, and generally behaving pretty well. They were soon allowed to go the stores to pick out their own clothes, though there wasn't a lot of choice since all the clothes were the same brilliant white color. But order was starting to emerge from the chaos and the boys were adapting. Soon, they were given more free time and, when they had it, they followed most of the rules they'd been given. There were a few spankings to drive the rules home and there was more than one boy who had to be comforted when he was crying and scared, but it was working out. The one thing there wasn't a lot of was sex for the simple reason that it was expressly forbidden. Kelly, Tod, me and the other boys who had been there before were still allowed to play with each other at night, but Calvin wouldn't even let us go naked anywhere else, though he did start encouraging the newcomers to shed their clothes when they played, a thing some of them did, but not many. More than twenty of the boys were summarily dismissed by Calvin during the first week. It took me a while before I realized he was sending away the boys who were getting erections. These were instantly taken off to Baby Blue. There were also a handful of boys from Baby Blue who would occasionally appear at White and be absorbed into the existing squads and platoons. After the first week, Calvin got all the boys together in one big formation. In his strong, booming voice, he told them that Kelly was going to be their new commander and that they would be following his orders. With that, he smiled, wished us well, and departed from White. Needless to say, neither Kelly nor I had any desire to be in command of so many boys, nor did Ben, Tod or the others who stayed on with us. The only things that really kept us going were Brendan's advice (who kept his presence at a bare minimum) and the eager efforts of our battalion commander and company commanders to help us. Even without Calvin, White managed to stumble along okay. By the end of the following week, it was pretty much running itself and we spent most of our time teaching games to the commanders to pass on to their boys or consoling the really small boys who needed a lot of extra attention. Both Kelly and I were relieved when, early one morning, we received word that there would be a meeting of the Council that night. The Council was the term used to indicate a meeting of all the Royal Family and all the Guardians. These were the best meetings to have because it was in them that all the real decisions were made. It was the only type of meeting we'd had in the new era and usually it meant that several non-Council members would be present as well: anyone who could express an opinion and provide insight. Both Kelly and I noticed that this invitation was for Royalty and Guardians only, however, with none of the other boys permitted. Kovzland was reestablishing itself. I imagined that was the thing Calvin wanted to convey by excluding the other boys. The idea of the meeting appealed to Kelly and I because it was conspicuously being held at the palace which meant that we would be able to get away from our often obnoxious charges and be with real people for a change. While we were gone, White would be under the direct control of our Battalion and Company commanders. We left for the palace shortly after dark, both riding white ponies up the rising road, with Tod and Ben atop small horses. It was a special trip for us, one of the few times we'd had in the past couple of weeks to be together without a bunch of little boys demanding we do something else. We'd left early enough to take our time and we did so, getting to the palace shortly before the meeting was to start. We walked the long distance to the Council Meeting Chambers on the second floor feeling free and relaxed. Much of that vanished when we entered, but we were still young and tried to ignore it. The Council meeting room consisted of two raised platforms, each facing the other with a long desk before each. The places for everyone were clearly marked. On one platform, the princes of the various towns were to sit. Directly opposite them, the respective Guardian would sit. We didn't realize this initially, but Garrick, as Guardian of the Royal Family, quickly scurried up to us and pointed out protocol. For one thing, the princes weren't even supposed to be in the room yet. Garrick quickly ushered them out behind the curtain behind the Royal Family's side then led me to my seat. I was to the far left of the Guardians' platform and ended up sitting two empty seats down from Terry. Somehow, I knew what was happening and didn't let it worry me. At the same time, I would have preferred just sitting with Kelly and giggling through the meeting like we usually did. The other Guardians came in, but I saw no more of the Royal Family. Soon, each of the Guardians was in his place flanking Garrick who, as Guardian of the Royal Family, sat at the center. "With your permission, brothers..." Garrick, looking very young, nodded to each of us. "It is as it should be... again," Calvin nodded his approval. Garrick accepted this as being the word of all of us and he stood behind his place at the long desk, gently pounding a gavel on its wooden pedestal. "Guardians of Kovzland," his young voice said. "I present His Majesty and the Royal Family of Kovzland." Unconsciously, I felt myself rising and standing at attention as the Royal Family entered. There were only four of them: Prince Kelly entering first, followed by Prince Tod Harb, King Erin Rogers and Prince Ben Alfors. Each of these took their respective seats, all seeming to know what to do. Even Kelly waited until Erin had sat down and I suddenly felt like the only child in the room. Awkwardly, I copied the Guardians and sat down when they did. I glanced at Kelly and he smirked a little, but when I looked at Ben and Tod, both princes were too preoccupied and nervous to notice. I felt strange. "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highnesses, and Brothers," Garrick began in a voice that cracked with puberty and showed how young he was to be leading such a formal meeting. "I want to welcome you to the First Council of New Kovz. His Majesty and I have labored long to restore this duty of the Council and I appreciate your cooperation with it." Duty? What was he talking about? I looked at him and saw how exhausted he was. He looked like he had had even less sleep than I had. Looking across at Erin, I realized that both of them must have been up all night practicing, studying and discussing the obligations of the king in Kovzland. I felt somewhat guilty, after spending most of the prior evening feeling like Tod, Ben, Kelly and I were the only ones doing any work. Looking around at the Council, I realized that all of us had been very busy the past few weeks. No where was that more evident than it was on Garrick and Erin. Two thousand new boys. That was a lot to absorb all at once for a society that had never numbered more than five thousand in the past. "With your permission, Your Majesty," Garrick said to Erin, "the Guardians will provide their reports on the houses." "You are my trusted council," Erin said solemnly. "I command that you conduct this meeting on my behalf " This seemed a silly thing to say and I grinned across at Calvin. Calvin wasn't looking at me, however. He was sitting with his chin on his fists, leaning forward on the vast desk of the Guardians. As the ritual was concluded, he stared squarely, solemnly at Erin and nodded with approval. I looked across at the young boy, too, hoping to catch his eye, hoping to see his cute face smile boyishly at me as it had when I'd first met him. But he didn't look up and his smooth, pale brown face looked drawn and tired. "You honor me, Your Majesty," Garrick bowed slightly. "By your leave, I call forth the report of His Highness, Prince of White." For a scant second, I sat there waiting for Kelly to respond. Before the pause even became noticeable, however, I felt my legs lifting me to my feet. It was insane. I had no idea what I was supposed to report, much less what the protocol was. "By Your grace," I heard my childish, soprano voice saying, with a slight bow to Kelly. "His Highness, Prince of White, commands that I inform you of the confusion in that House. We have processed too many boys too quickly. At least two hundred of the boys we've accepted should not be in White and we currently risk despoiling our noble purposes. His highness requests that we immediately process two hundred twenty boys from White to Baby Blue." I had no understanding of what I was saying and yet I knew that I was telling the truth. I looked across at Kelly and realized that he had no greater understanding of what I was talking about than I did. He looked confused and delighted at the same time as he watched me. A silence followed and I felt my knees lowering me back to my chair. Everyone seemed to be thinking about what I'd said but me and Kelly. We both looked confused. To my knowledge I'd never even thought about whether or not boys should or shouldn't be at White. I shrugged across at Kelly and he shrugged his little shoulders back. "How many boys are in White now?" Erin asked, writing something on the pad in front of him. "Seven hundred twenty-six, Your Majesty," I said. "And you already want to move more than a fourth of them to Baby Blue?" he asked me, sending shivers of fear down my spine. His face, as soft and innocent as any thirteen year old's, looked intensely committed to his purpose. "Surely you know the Temple can't process that many through the Rite of Passage." "The Rite of Passage becomes insignificant, Your Majesty," I heard myself saying, though I felt quelled by the gasps and stares around me. "If you wish to protect White, it must be protected from within first," I continued. "Once you permit contamination, you destroy White. I report to you simply that, unless something is done immediately, you will have no White to protect. The fact that there is no time for the Rite of Passage is one I am fully aware of and fully understand. It does not change the fact, however, that a great many of these boys do not belong in White and they will, within a matter of days, contaminate it beyond hope of redemption. I do not wish to deny them their ascension to manhood by proper Rite of Passage. We are, however, being foolish if we believe that these boys came here as complete innocents. They already know what secrets we would try to keep from them. We only invite the destruction of White by delaying their ascension any longer." I said this with such confidence and certainty that, when finished, I blushed horrendously. I was saying that many of the sweet, little boys in my charge, although prepubescent, were quite sexually active. If they weren't removed, they would soon have sex with all the other little ones, though some were little more than five years old. How could I even know that?! Erin sighed and nodded. "Guardian of White, you will process all questionable members of White for Baby Blue immediately. Do not wait for confirmation or efficiency." A wave of discomfort and mild protest was already sweeping the room, but Erin continued without the slightest pause. "I will not have White tainted," he said firmly, echoing one of Kovzland's founding laws. "I command you and the Prince of White, to remove any questionable members before this day is through." "Yes, Your Majesty," I said, standing and giving a slight bow before re-seating myself. "There are repercussions, Your Majesty..." Calvin began in a solemn voice, sounding even deeper after Erin and my childish sopranos. "You can't do that..." Rick chimed in suddenly, sounding a bit angry. "We can't control any more..." The other Guardians all seemed to want to speak, Garrick not least of all. "The issue is closed!" Erin declared, standing in an incredible display of authority for one so young. His squeaky voice and boyish face were at total odds with his mature attitude. "Your Majesty..." Garrick began in a placating tone. "There will be no further discussion," Erin cut him off. "I will not lose White at any cost. I am King. I have given my instructions. Do the Guardians deny that right?" He looked across the table at all of us, at all of the Guardians. Though all of us sat (all but me that is) with extreme discomfort and obviously wanting to protest, none of us said anything. The issue was passed when Calvin raised his hands and shrugged. Erin sat down with a nod. "Continue, Guardian," he said, somewhat tightly, to Garrick. "Your Majesty, the report from His Highness, Prince of Baby Blue." Rick stood up with his knuckles resting on the table. He threw a slightly angry look at me and sighed. "By Your Grace," he said with a bow to Prince Ben. "His Highness, Prince of Baby Blue, reports that he too has too many boys who understand too much of what is passing around them to remain in Baby Blue." He gave his introduction tersely, with no small bit of sarcasm. Prince Ben was blushing, but seemed to support what Rick was saying. "Your Majesty commands that we accept another two hundred boys and seems to regard that we do not have troubles surviving as is. For one matter: we don't have enough people to control the boys we have now. For another, a great many of the boys in Baby Blue know far too much to guarantee the protection of the more innocent ones. Some are scarcely boys at all but very determined young men!" As he spoke, his volume increased and he seemed to struggle against yelling at the king. His words made Kelly and I giggle bashfully because even we knew what he was talking about, but everyone seemed too tense to join in our giggles and we finally blushed and fell silent. "In saving White, you are succeeding in destroying Baby Blue! Since, it is also His Highness's duty to protect the purity of Baby Blue, we lodge formal protest against your earlier ruling and call on the Guardians to reconsider this obviously foolish choice for a king!" Rick sat down with great fanfare. Looking at him, I understood that he was as frustrated in his position as I was in mine (though my frustration was on an intangible, subconscious level). I would never have called for Erin's removal, though. Erin rose, obviously shaken to the core. For a long moment, he looked like the small, pubescent boy he was. He motioned to Garrick to approach him and the young Guardian of the Royal Family did so. The King leaned forward and whispered in Garrick's ear and Garrick whispered back. Erin sighed and nodded dismissing Garrick back to his position. He seemed noticeably troubled, but sniffed and nodded to himself. With a visible swallow in his invisible Adam's apple, he spoke. "How many do you need to get rid of, Rick?" he asked, in the same steady voice. "Currently?" Rick asked himself "I would guess between five and six hundred." "Then by midnight tomorrow, you will provide a list of 600 boys to Calvin. Calvin, you will schedule a draft for the day after tomorrow." "What?!" every one of the Guardians, including me, exclaimed together. "We don't have any choices..." Erin began to explain. "Yes we do," Rick protested immediately. "We can get a new king! I move we put Tod on the throne. He was a better king anyway." This last quieted everyone and there was a long, uncomfortable silence, most noticeably in the adorable young prince who was being nominated for the throne. I distantly remembered that Tod had been King before the war; wouldn't naming him again just invite the Old Ones to attack us? Erin sighed, fixing his boyish face on the much larger and more mature young man. "If you suggest any such thing again," he said, the steely look in his innocent brown eyes looking incongruous on his boyish face, "I will charge you with treason and have you banished from Kovzland for one hundred years." "You can't..." "Garrick..." "By authority of the Pact of the Council," Garrick, Guardian of the Royal Family, reported simply, "the duly appointed and crowned king of Kovzland is the final, unequivocal ruler of Kovzland. By the same document, he may banish anyone in the kingdom for a period of not more than one hundred years without trial or appeal." "I protest to the Guardians..." "Under the Pact of the Council," Calvin said simply, not looking at his brother Guardian, "the Guardians fully assembled may not overrule or remove the King or any of his princes unless it is a unanimous decision." "Then let's hold a vote." "There's no point in that, Rick," Calvin said pointedly, letting everyone know that, whatever else, HE was going to support Erin. "Sit down and stop making an ass of yourself." Realizing that Calvin was throwing his weight behind Erin, Rick slowly sat back in his chair. "We can't have a draft," he sighed rather calmly, despite the dramatic political loss. "The colors aren't all represented. Besides, there's no time for courtship or anything else." "To the second matter," Erin said, "we do away with the courtship and all the other ceremony you used to do. For this draft, we'll just pick the boys ourselves with representatives of each house." "Like who?" "Prince Tod is here, so he will pick for Blue. Terry can pick for Gray since he's their Guardian. Calvin, you will pick for Yellow, I'll pick for Red, Rick for Green and David for Purple." There were some disgruntled looks around the table, but no one complained openly. "What are you going to do when we get the princes back and they don't like who we've picked?" Rick asked. "That won't happen," Erin said with a sigh, before charging on with his next declaration. "I'm abdicating the princedoms of any prince who is not already here, " "What?!" the protest came up again. "It may be years, even centuries before they return," Erin said simply. "Therefore, once you've all completed your drafts, I will allow each of you to nominate a boy from your house for princedom. If I like them, I'll so name them." "Can he do that?" Rick asked Calvin before lodging formal protest. "He can do anything he wants," the young man shrugged, a rare smile touching his lips if only slightly. His eyes were twinkling a little and I had the intense feeling that he was proud of our new King. "Furthermore, I want each of the houses to also have a president," Erin continued after a brief, uncomfortable swallow. "For the first year, the prince of each house will appoint him. After that, there will be annual elections." "What's a president for?" Don asked, clearly confused. "He'll be the prince's assistant for one. Later... well, I'll let you know when I'm ready to." "Great," Rick said, barely concealing his disgust. "Is there anything else you want to change around here?" "Not yet. These will be sufficient for now." With that said, Erin stood and unceremoniously left the Council chambers. The confused princes looked around for a moment. Tod, having had some experience with these sorts of things before, gently touched the younger princes and motioned for them to come with him. As soon as they were gone, Rick went to the curtain and made sure they weren't still in the room. "He's on some kind of power trip, Calvin," he protested. "We have to stop him now before it's too late." "That's not according to the Pact, Rick." "Come on, David," Rick beseeched the newly returned Guardian. "You agree with me, don't you?" "I think he's cute," David grinned. I liked both David and Rick, but right now Rick was just a bit too high strung. David's casual smile made me smile too. "Kelvin... " "He's doing a good job, I think," I stammered boyishly, unaccustomed to politics and getting no help from the mature man inside. Besides, I had known Erin for more than six months and was still infatuated with him. He was one of the sweetest and smartest boys I knew. I couldn't imagine him going on a power trip, whatever it was. "Well, I know Garrick can't take sides against him... Say, just how much of this did you put him up to anyway? You've been with him the past two days." "I swear I didn't tell him anything," Garrick's voice cracked. "All I told him was the law. I will say this though: everything he just did was perfectly legal and well within his rights. What's more, even though he's temporarily breaking our traditions, I think he's doing what needs to be done if our traditions are ever to be restored. I think he makes a lot of sense." Garrick was the least mature Guardian present after me. Unlike me, however, he had full control over the knowledge and experiences of two thousand years history in Kovzland. "Terry? Are you going to side with him too?" The youth shrugged. Terry wasn't much more mature than Garrick but was just as intelligent. I had no doubt that he supported Erin, but didn't want to offend Rick unnecessarily. Rick was one of our brothers after all. "Okay, then what about the princes? What are you going to do without your precious Deane, Kelvin?" Rick asked, referring to a boy I had loved for many years long, long ago. The sound of his name brought back a tug at my heartstrings that I didn't expect and I realized how deeply I'd missed him. He'd been such a wonderful boy before the war. "When he's back, he'll still be Deane," I shrugged my thin shoulders. "His princedom scarcely mattered to me, Rick..." Rick watched me for a moment and screwed up his face. He seemed to visibly relax and we could all see that he was resigning himself to defeat. "Where are you going?" Calvin asked when Rick suddenly started toward the door. "Baby Blue," Rick grinned over his shoulder. "I'll be damned if Green's getting a bunch of brats. " The other Guardians were all laughing at this as Rick left the room, but they didn't laugh for long. "Well," David suddenly said rising and starting for the door, "I suppose I should go and check them out, too." Within seconds, the room was cleared of everyone but me, the only one who hadn't been assigned one of the Great Houses to draft for. Not that it bothered me. I felt happy for some reason and enjoyed the chance to sift through what few memories I could recollect of Deane. "What do you want to do?" Kelly asked as we were reunited after the meeting. We were walking down one of the back stairwells and I shrugged. We didn't have to be back at White for a little while and certainly weren't in any hurry. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" The boy thought for a moment, the boyish smile never faltering from his pretty face. "We could play hide and go seek..." he suggested with a sidelong glance at me. "It's no fun with just two," I replied. "It will be if we play in the Hall of Boys," he giggled childishly. I giggled too and we both blushed. Excited at the prospect of playing in what was arguably the most erotic of the palace's many erotic places, we began to move faster, our boyish embarrassment leading us to push each other and giggle as we got closer. Our giggles subsided uneasily as we entered the huge chamber. Scattered throughout the room were the lifelike statues of a thousand boys, naked and engaged in all manner of boyish sex-play. It was late evening by this time of course and the flickering candles in the crystal chandeliers gave the eerie impression that the statues were moving out the corner of our eyes. The room was still brightly lit and there were few shadows. Not only were the chandeliers large and plentiful, but mirrors along the walls seemed strategically placed to reflect the light into any possible dark place. Standing there by my young friend, I felt my little penis stiffening in awe and wonder. I blushed when I realized my hand had automatically gone to my shorts to straighten my erection out but Kelly didn't seem to notice. His mouth hung open as he gazed at all the statues and the bright twinkling of his pale blue eyes told me he was as enchanted by them as I was. He looked so cute in the bright yellow light of the room, his eleven year old face as smooth as silk, his blond hair looking even softer and more yellow. With his mouth hanging open, his lips looked moist and red and I felt a nervous desire to kiss him. He was wearing a white T-shirt that clung very tightly to his skinny body, so tightly that I could make out the tiny pin-pricks of his nipples on his flat chest. I swallowed nervously as I realized how much I wanted to have sex with him. He was so beautiful and one glance at his yellow gym shorts told me that he would be willing: his penis wasn't big enough to leave a mound in his shorts but I could see the rhythmic pulsing between his legs that told me he had a very stiff erection. "You hide first," he giggled suddenly, giving me a shove. He apparently hadn't noticed how intently I'd been watching him and I was still too embarrassed to take the initiative, that despite all our months as lovers. "Okay," my high-pitched voice replied through an awkward smile and a bright red blush. He turned to the wall and leaned against it with his small, slender arms pillowing his head. I could see his thin little shoulder blades through his T-shirt, his small, round bottom, the exquisite softness of his skinny, tanned legs. I had to sigh to try to quiet my soft panting and turned away from the boy as he started counting. Like Kelly, I was barefoot and was able to run fairly quietly over the hard wood floor. I had to tip toe to really be quiet though because my feet were growing awkwardly large for my small body and I couldn't control them very well causing them to slap against the smooth floor. Kelly's soprano voice echoed in the huge room as I darted through the naked boy statues. They were incredibly lifelike and incredibly beautiful but I was still a boy and was more intent on our game than I was on my little erection. Hide and go seek was our second favorite game, following our favorite of scrounging through the ruins. In the old city it was a particularly fun game: there were lots of places to hide and there were the other little boys to play with. I thought about how much fun it would be out in the gardens once the other boys arrived. With all its mazes and secret hiding places, it was a natural for hide and go seek. I was at the far end of the hall by the time Kelly reached twenty-five and his childish voice echoed "Ready or not, here I come!" There were so many statues between me and him that I knew he couldn't see me, but I couldn't find any good place to hide. Wherever I might go, Kelly would see me as soon as he found the right angle. Where do you hide in a room filled with naked, lifelike boys? The obvious answer finally dawned on me. As Kelly's bare feet plodded around the room and his giggles echoed, I grabbed hold of the arm of a naked statue of a young man. Blushing, but grinning at my audacity and cleverness, I peeled my shorts and underpants down my skinny legs. Getting naked excited me, of course, and my penis stiffened into a full erection even before I reached for my T-shirt. It was growing as my twelve year old body neared puberty and stuck out its still hairless three inches looking skinny but rock hard. The purple head was even shining like a mirror in the bright light. Kelly was getting closer as I stood up naked and looked around awkwardly for a place to hide my clothes. There really wasn't a good place, but I finally settled on squirreling them behind the short pedestal the statue stood on. Feeling a rush of adrenaline in fear of being caught, I stepped up beside the statue and turned my body part-way toward it, instantly freezing in place. The statue was of a young man who was considerably taller than me and I came no higher than the small nipples on its muscular chest. Whoever it was of, he had a magnificent body, with a broad, well-proportioned chest and a long, slender abdomen of rippling muscles. I thought I fit into the tableau rather well, but was embarrassed to discover that it left me staring straight down at one of the largest cocks I'd ever seen. I was so shocked by its size and obvious excitement that my eyes widened and I wanted to look up and see who it was. I could hear Kelly getting closer, however, and dare not move for fear of being caught. The penis was a full nine inches long and stuck straight out from the muscular body, pointing upward. It looked thick enough that my hands probably couldn't have wrapped around it though they were growing faster than the rest of me was. In the occasionally flickering light, it even seemed to be throbbing. The head was bulbous and seemed exquisitely crafted, shining a purple almost as bright and mirror-like as my own little boyhood. The long, thick shaft was a pale brown color with one knotted vein along the top and several smaller ones running around it, looking for all the world like they were frantically engorging the huge thing with hardness and excitement. The only penis I'd seen that even came close to it in size was Brendan's but even his gifted adolescence wasn't that big. Kelly was giggling delightedly. "Nope!" He laughed hysterically, "That was when you were a lot younger!" I suddenly realized that the young boy had second-guessed my trick and was already examining the statues to look for me. I could also tell, however, that he was still halfway up the room and I dared to look up at my statuesque companion. It was Calvin! "Kovz," I actually whispered aloud. It was a perfect likeness of him, at least as far as I'd seen before. I'd never imagined that his adult penis could be THAT big. I swallowed nervously, realizing how close I'd come on several occasions to trying to seduce our eldest member. I had been so proud of my maturing body, despite its continuing childishness, but the realization of how far I was from real maturity was more than a little daunting. I looked back down at his erection and tried to freeze as still as he was. Unfortunately, the sight and magnificence of him and the increasing desire in my own immature body were so great that I couldn't help trembling a little. He was complete with pubic hair, of course, and I was fascinated and jealous of it. They were black and wiry but glistened in the light and looked soft somehow. Like any pure Kovz Boy, he had no hair on his belly even down below his navel, none on his thighs and none on his large testicles; just the soft looking bush around the base of his penis. It seemed like a great deal of hair to me, but it was no where near as much as a normal human man would have. I was so fascinated by it and so curious that I longed to touch it, to hold it, to see if my mouth could hold all of that big cock head inside, but Kelly was getting still closer and I dare not move. As I stood waiting for him to reach me, I wondered if Calvin would be interested in a hairless little boy like me. Perhaps I wasn't as in love with him as I was with Kelly or Tod, but the muscular maturity and man-sized penis of the Guardian attracted me in quite a different way. Wouldn't he be nice enough to me if I was really sweet and asked him to play with me real nicely? I decided that there was no way an adult man would be interested in a hairless little boy with a tiny erection like mine. Kelly was getting so close now that I could see his giggling body out the corner of my eye. I kept staring at Calvin's huge erection, my own hairless penis pulsing even more frantically, but my attention shifted now, boyishly more concerned about fooling Kelly than in having sex. My beautiful young friend was still giggling and enjoying exploring the statues though he quickly dismissed any that didn't resemble me at some age or another. Since he'd been my most frequent lover for months now, there weren't very many who could fool him even for a second: he knew every inch of my body better than he did his own. I knew his just as well, of course, and I doubted that he could hide from me for even a moment. Unlike me, however, he wasn't aging any and almost every statue of him in the room looked exactly like he did today. Statues of me ranged from me as a six year old to me as a young man almost Calvin's age. Kelly was only a couple of statues away. Even if he didn't recognize me, I was certain that he would spot my clothes in the corner or see the way my little penis was pulsing up and down between my legs. I was thinking about breaking for it and running for a new hiding place when a new voice echoed. "Kelly?! What are you doing?" The voice had changed but was still rough and uneven with puberty. I recognized it immediately as Guardian Terry Carver, age fifteen. Kelly giggled immediately and I knew him well enough to sense his embarrassment at being caught examining all the statues. "Kelvin's hiding in here," the little boy replied. "Oh, he is," the older boy smiled. I could see him walking toward Kelly now though I didn't look up. He had an extremely attractive body, one that I thought was pretty even though I didn't look at him and even though he was wearing blue jeans and a long sleeve dress shirt. He was about five foot ten, thin but boyishly muscular around his chest, and his arms and legs had the long, gangly, awkwardness of puberty that I had already learned to appreciate. Evidencing his body's changes even more dramatically were the size of his hands and feet. He could palm basketballs in both hands and wore size fourteen sneakers. I was still too young to consciously appreciate these visible signs of his growth to manhood but they were intensely attractive to me subconsciously. "Yeah," Kelly's childish face grinned broadly. He was still gazing around trying to find me as Terry met him. "But I know he's pretending to be a statue." Terry was almost a full foot taller than the little boy and he smiled down at him, his overgrown hands gently taking hold of the boy's thin shoulders. "I know how we can find him," he said. "How?" Kelly's smiling face, looking intrigued and curious, gazed up at the older youth. "Like this," Terry said, still smiling at the boy. His hands slid down Kelly's skinny body and took hold of the hem of his T-shirt. Kelly giggled as Terry pulled the shirt up, the little boy raising his arms and letting Terry bare his little chest. "Kelvin!" Kelly giggled hysterically. "Terry's going to play with me!" He seemed utterly delighted at the prospect and Terry clearly knew that he was. The older boy's huge hands took hold of the small mounds of the little boy's chest and tenderly petted his little rib cage until Kelly shuddered with giggles. "Kelvin!" his soprano voice squealed again. I was already looking up at them now but neither had noticed it. Terry was adoring the boy's pretty face and Kelly was giggling up at him filled with the excitement of having his little boner played with by the older youth. I felt a rush of jealousy but the sight of Terry fondling my little friend's smooth skin was adorable and I watched them as my own hairless erection pulsed harder. It was always fun having sex with another prepubescent boy, but older boys were always better. Not only did they feel so much more passionate about sex than little boys, but they also knew what felt good. As a Guardian, Terry was that much more expert in the sensitivities of little boys' bodies. He was thoroughly accepting of Kelly's nervous, bashful giggling and didn't let it infringe on his gentle attention to the ten year old's bare skin. His long fingers petted the hairless, sensitive skin on Kelly's armpits, gently rubbed over the skinny, round balls of his shoulders, tenderly caressed the smooth, baby soft skin of Kelly's skinny, childish chest. Kelly was clearly embarrassed, but with all Terry's tender caresses and pubescent adoration for his boyishness, his natural shyness gradually faded as the desires of his immature body began to respond. His cheeks grew rosy with blush as his giggling relaxed into a bashful smile; his eyes dropped almost seductively down to the floor; his thin body moved ever so slightly closer to the warmth and affection of the older boy. "That a boy," Terry's baritone voice cracked slightly. Seeing and sensing the little boy's growing willingness for sex, Terry let his big hands move lower, let them slide up and down on Kelly's little ribs, kept rubbing up and down until the boy's instinctive shivers and ticklish shudders subsided. As his left hand continued stroking the thin, baby soft, little body, his other hand slipped down to Kelly's shorts and I could see his long, slender fingers sorting through the cloth, finding the stiff little penis between the child's legs. Kelly's body tensed immediately and he giggled, but Terry just smiled down at him and kept fondling his erection. Even from my distance I could see the mound in Terry's jeans pressing out from between his own legs. I was at a loss about what to do now. My three inch wiener was as excited as ever. Watching Terry fondling the hairless penis I knew so well and seeing how gentle and adoring his hand was on my little friend's chest was driving me mad with a desire to be caressed and loved the way he was loving Kelly. But they were going to have sex. I knew they were. It wasn't right for me to just barge in. They'd think I was just coming in to have my penis played with, too. As Terry's long fingers started pulling Kelly's shorts down, I was so horny I thought my knees would buckle. Kelly stood blushing with his arms limp at his sides. He looked down and watched as the older boy lifted the elastic band of his shorts and lovingly lowered it down around the little innocent erection between Kelly's thighs. Kelly's penis hadn't changed at all in all the months I'd known him. It was still very small, only two and a half inches long and no thicker than a man's pinkie finger, and it still pointed straight out, almost directly up at his face, pulsing rhythmically with his excited heartbeat. Even my little boner had outgrown his since we'd met. His penis head looked just as sculpted as did the statue of Calvin's, but it was rounder, not as pointed near the slit, and it was paler in color, more pink than purple and glowing an excited red around the ridge that separated it from his pale shaft. It shined just as brightly as Calvin's, however, and mirrored the light. Unlike Calvin, his penis shaft itself looked smooth and pale, with no veins visible even though his cock was as hard as granite. He had very little foreskin left after his circumcision and the skin along his penis shaft looked stretched tight, almost as if his penis would have been larger save that the skin covering it was holding it in. The baby soft, pale skin of his belly ran all the way up to the root of his penis without a single silver hair to mark the transition. His testicles were still childish and very round, hanging ever so gently in a thick, boyish scrotum that was just as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. I loved his penis and, though I'd done it a hundred times before, still longed to suck on it. Terry's smooth cheeks were blushing too, though I suspect more from desire than embarrassment. He slid the shorts down the little boy's thin, hairless legs and helped his small feet step out of them. Kelly's penis just stuck out straight as a board eagerly awaiting the affection it knew would soon be coming. The little boy giggled and Terry laughed a little with him. No sooner had he stripped Kelly's shorts off then he started unbuttoning his own shirt, his brown eyes gazing up and down the skinny, naked boy's body with obvious desire. I had never had sex with Terry before and I'd never seen him naked, at least not in this life. Statues and pictures of him undoubtedly filled the palace and yet I couldn't remember seeing them. Even if I had, I doubt that they could have done justice to the beautiful, smooth chest I saw pressing slowly through the buttons of his shirt. He was pubescently thin, as I've said, but his chest itself swelled in firm but boyish mounds of hard muscle. His nipples were a beautiful brown color, perfectly suited to the smooth, lightly tanned softness of his chest. As his gangly arms pulled the shirt back over his shoulders, I could see his ribs rippling along his sides. Along the front, there was nothing but a smooth, flat belly, looking every bit as soft and beautiful as Kelly's. He had no navel hair, of course, and the skin was smooth and immaculate all the way down to the belt-line of his blue jeans. His shoulders, broadening with young manhood, rippled with long, slender muscles and I could see his shoulder blades ripple as he pulled his shirt off and bared his magnificent body. Blushing, Kelly gazed at the long, muscular chest and abdomen before him and I could tell he liked it. I wished my body looked as hard and rippled but no matter how much I tried, my body was as skinny and undeveloped as Kelly's was. The hard muscles of the older boys were still denied me. Like Kelly, I also gazed at the big bulge in Terry's jeans and imagined what a wonderful penis they must hold. His cock, obviously erect, made a mound that looked delightful in his tight pants. Rather than remove them, however, Terry's big hands came to rest on Kelly's thin little shoulders, caressing the baby soft skin with love. Kelly, no stranger to boy sex by this time, knew what he was supposed to do and I stared transfixed as his small hands reached out and awkwardly fumbled for the snap to Terry's jeans. He popped it and, with childish eagerness, instantly took hold of the zipper and pulled it down. Terry wasn't wearing underwear and his penis quickly found the opening it desired. I felt my heart pounding and my breath racing as the beautiful young thing unfolded itself and was free to rise to attention. It grew at a fantastic rate, appearing and growing within seconds until it poked out of his jeans and straight out toward Kelly's face. Kelly's own little erection stuck out almost parallel to his belly. Terry's stood at about 45 degrees. Both, however, were throbbing up and down even from where I stood. Kelly giggled boyishly, his pale blue eyes gazing at the man-sized penis he'd uncovered. He kept trying to peel Terry's jeans down (they were very tight) but his eyes just stared at the erection only inches away. Terry's penis was by no means as large as the one on Calvin's statue, but it was considerably larger than either Kelly's or my little boyhoods. Fully erect, it was more than six inches long, though still rather slender. His glans, circumcised and swollen clear from his penis shaft, were a deep purple color and were shaped more like Calvin's than Kelly's. Pale blue veins bulged along its young length though not as visibly as Calvin's and his oblong testicles hung in a soft, brown scrotum, wrinkled slightly around their gentle curves. He had mature pubic hair but it was in a small patch around his erection, leaving an inch wide band of curly brown hair between his legs. Terry's huge feet were still wearing his tennis shoes so Kelly had to leave his jeans down around his ankles. It was still far enough to see the long, slender beauty of the youth's legs. Hairless and smooth, Terry's legs were firm and muscular but not thick. Long, thin muscles rippled down his thighs and made visible, hard bulges along his calves. They enchanted me in a way I hadn't felt before. Against the size of his feet, his legs were strangely fascinating. Atop them, his buttocks were round and plump, not sagging at all and looking as soft as the rest of his body. I was so infatuated with this beautiful specimen of mature puberty that I didn't realize that Kelly had heard my boyish panting. When he giggled, his blue eyes met mine and my face felt hot with embarrassment. Noticing that Kelly was looking at someone, Terry turned and grinned at me, his near naked body rippling everywhere possible with ribs and firm muscles. "Come on, Kely," he grinned at me, his brown eyes instantly seeing the frantic excitement of my little erection. I was horribly embarrassed to be caught watching them but the sight of their naked bodies, Kelly's so small and childish, Terry's so alive with adolescence, both of them as erect and excited as I was, was more than enough to overcome my boyishness. Blushing crimson and hot, I walked over to them, perhaps more quickly than I should have to appear aloof Terry clearly didn't worry about it, however, and no sooner did I reach them than his long, slender arm slipped around my thin shoulders and pulled me up against his bare side. I looked up at him bashfully and instantly found myself nose to nose with him, his warm moist lips pressing against mine as he held me. He was an all-pro kisser like most of the more experienced boys in Kovzland and he was also a Guardian, suggesting centuries of experience kissing boys. Most boys kissed almost as a game; Terry was so good at it that I instantly grew even more excited, feeling his big hand and long fingers stroking across my little boy chest. Air hissed through his nose as his lips opened and his slimy tongue slipped into my mouth. The incredible talent of his tongue convinced me that I would need to practice kissing more: it was a lot nicer than I'd ever thought it could be. Kelly was giggling and I opened my eyes and could see him grinning at me. His little hands were both holding to the rock hard manhood between the Guardian's young legs, stroking the tight skin up and down. His hands looked all the more childish against the six and a half inch length of the young man's cock and against the curly pubic hairs surrounding it. Terry obviously liked the awkward boy's grasp because his penis head was starting to shine even brighter, sculpted like a military helmet, purple coloring fading to a white hardness tinged with red excitement. The gentle pressure of his mouth against mine and the cracking tenor moans sounding from deep in his hard chest made me wonder if he was going to climax standing there. If he did, his sperm would shoot out all across Kelly's little chest and I thought that would look very pretty indeed. "Okay," he gasped and grinned, pulling his lips from mine and leaving his saliva all over my chin. "You guys know what to do." He was smiling happily and his long arms held to both Kelly and my little shoulders. As he lowered himself to the floor, both Kelly and I felt his tender guidance and we both lay down on either side of him. Kelly was giggling childishly, little hands already petting the rock hard cock and pubic hair between Terry's legs. Terry's hands guided both our small heads toward his penis and we both knew he wanted us to suck him off. "Keep your legs up here," the young adolescent smiled, big hands moving our little legs up toward his head. I joined Kelly's hands in fondling the big penis of the older boy and smiled at my young friend. I could feel Terry's hand spreading my legs a little and turning me so that my stiff little boner didn't press against the carpet. On the other side of him, his other hand was doing the same with Kelly's little body. This left both Kelly and I laying a little awkwardly, but both our hairless boyhoods stood erect and within easy grasp of the older boy. He wasted no time in moving each of his hands to our penises, gently petting our baby soft pubic areas and making us giggle excitedly. Terry didn't have to tell us what to do, though my mouth had never shared a boy's penis with another boy (at least not that I could clearly recall in this lifetime). Our little hands had already caressed the swollen cock into almost bursting with pressure, however, and his purple head looked too tasty to avoid. Besides, the slit was gaping open and I wanted to be near it when his hot sperm started squirting out. Kelly must have been thinking the same thing for as I moved my mouth to the youth's big erection, so did Kelly. We giggled a little as our lips kissed against opposite sides of Terry's penis head and Terry instantly rewarded each of us by taking hold of our immature little boners. What followed was a little awkward because both Kelly and I were used to swallowing penis heads whole. This time, we had to share the youth's throbbing manhood and our lips, which quickly grew slimy, kissed around Terry's glans frequently touching each other. Once we got used to the rules, however, and once we realized that our attention to the young man's cock was earning us loving strokes on our stiff boyhoods, we started experimenting and quickly learned how to give a boy a shared blow job. Soon we didn't even have to hold the cock with our hands and were able to stroke his slender thighs and hard chest, holding the boy's penis with our rapidly caressing mouths. Terry's adolescent body was even more pleasant to the touch than it was to look at. Each of his muscles was sharply defined and his abdomen and chest were particularly pronounced despite being thin and almost boylike. He had a wash board stomach and I adored the feel of rippling hardness as my hand moved up and down on it, the skin as smooth and soft as Kelly's or mine. I really liked the feel of his belly button which left little more a small rough place on what was otherwise nothing more than soft, rippled boy skin. He didn't have an outie exactly, but his abdomen was so firm that there was very little innie to sink a finger into. The rippling of his rib cage was only slightly harder than his adolescent muscles and it was easier to see where the ribs were than it was to feel them. What seemed like miles of smooth rippling abdomen finally ended in an extremely hard ridge of muscle that formed the boy's young chest. It was perfectly smooth and totally hairless. His nipples, though poking outward in boyish erection, felt strangely like his belly button, too small to make a real impression. The only place my fingertips really felt anything was when they slipped into his boyish armpit and felt the feathery caress of perhaps a dozen wispy little hairs. Terry obviously liked our explorations of his body as our mouths continued to awkwardly suck on his swollen glans. He was moaning loudly and smiling, and I could feel his fingers tugging rhythmically and affectionately on my stiff boyhood. Through the corner of my eye, I could see the pretty youth gazing at Kelly and my penises in turn, each of his hands lovingly masturbating the hard, hairless little erections. Somehow, despite my body's awkward position and my boyish sucking on Terry's penis, I was definitely starting to feel a very pleasant response between my legs. I could tell Kelly was getting excited, too. My little friend's chin and upper lip were now covered with a glistening sheen of saliva, his mouth and lips caressing Terry's penis head with considerable skill. Terry was, of course, masturbating the little boy and Kelly's rapid panting showed that his little body was building to orgasm. I let my mouth move lower on Terry's penis, my lips parting and holding the throbbing cock as they moved down the smooth, slender shaft. Kelly instinctively responded by running his lips down over the sculpted head instantly making Terry moan louder and instantly causing the long fingers on our boyhoods to masturbate us faster. My lips sucked all the way down to the boy's pubic hair then moved back up his shaft, kissing Kelly's slimy lips before the other boy's slid back over Terry's glans and started sucking down the other side of his shaft. Astonished by the beauty of our actions, I let my upper lip slide up over Terry's penis head, felt the tight slit of his urethra, held all of the pulsing glans in my small mouth. Terry was even more pleased and I could feel the fingers rubbing still faster between my legs. Terry clearly understood little boys because he was masturbating me with astonishing gentleness. Most boys rub too hard on little boyhoods, but Terry's fingers caressed mine perfectly, propelling it boyishly toward orgasm. I felt Kelly's warm, slimy lips touching mine and slid Terry's penis back out of my mouth, started sucking down his shaft again. Kelly's little mouth instantly plunged back down on the throbbing boy's cock. "That's it!" Terry almost squealed, sounding more like a child than a young man as the pleasure in his loins grew greater. I was as excited by Terry's pleasure as I was by my own and excitedly tried to do greater service to his erection even as my own little boner started to feel better and better. My hands, which had spent so much time adoring his rock hard chest, abdomen and thighs, moved between the older boy's legs, took hold of the exposed length of his cock, started stroking the tight remnants of his foreskin up and down. The kid's legs instantly spread wider and he moaned loudly, fingers stroking greater and greater pleasure into my hairless little cock. My lips met Kelly's near Terry's penis head yet again and the little boy relinquished the sacred cock so that I could suck on it again. No sooner had it slipped between my lips then a frantic squirt of young pre-cum erupted from the swollen slit. It was a pretty good ejaculation and it filled my mouth with a mildly spicy musk of boy juice. It filled the available room in my mouth, feeling warm and slimy, and my tongue slid it around on my taste buds before swallowing it. I could tell it wasn't his real cargo though because his body was already tightening and preparing to launch itself into orgasm. The taste of the promise of his seed excited me immensely and I wondered if my own little boyhood would be able to hold out long enough to share orgasm with him. I was so excited by his rhythmic rubbing on my little penis that my hairless legs were spread fully open and my small body was contorting and squirming excitedly beside him. He was already starting to convulse with orgasmic contortions, however, and I knew he was right on the brink of climax. Even though Kelly's little lips were moving up to take his turn on the young passion pole, I longed to hold onto it and taste the full flower of his adolescent sperm. I could actually feel the jolting passion erupting from the young man's hips when my lungs became too desperate for air to hold on any longer. My mouth slipped from his penis head and I lay gasping, small hands stroking madly on his six and a half inch penis even as orgasm started to slam through my little boyhood. I lay crying in disappointment and pleasure, my own body shuddering and little penis flexing even as Terry's was. I expected Kelly's young mouth to descend on the maturing youth's penis head just in time to receive his love cream but my little friend was in orgasm too. We both lay there with the boy's penis poking up between our chins, moaning, crying and jerking in childish orgasms as Terry's body jolted with excitement. Even as we lay there absorbed in our own pleasure, the young man's warm, slimy semen sprayed from his penis head. Even though Terry's penis was pointing mostly upward at his own chest, I could feel some of his precious sperm splatter on my cheeks. Crying from my own orgasm, I opened my small mouth as another severe jolt shook the youth and his big cock swelled with another load. He had a powerful penis but enough of his sperm fell short that I felt some against my lips, felt more than tasted a few droplets fall on my tongue. I was still in the throes of my own childlike orgasm, but I relished the older boy's seed as I lay naked and jerking beside him, his loving hand still stroking up and down on my stiff boyhood. I could hear both Kelly's high pitched soprano voice and Terry's long, cracking moans mixing with my own as the young Guardian ejaculated a third, fourth and fifth time, each time leaving warm, wet droplets against my cheeks, lips and tongue. Terry's orgasm started to subside just as mine did and his sperm squirted out with less intensity. It slid down his penis head and shaft, met my lips and slipped into my mouth and down my fingers. He must have ejaculated a lot but my eyes were closed in orgasm and I couldn't see the full fruit of his penis, could just feel it on my face. At first, I was too short on air to close my mouth. When I did, the sweet taste of his sperm coated my tongue. I lay there gasping and started lapping up all I could of the sweet liquid, from my lips, from my face, from his softening penis. My tongue met Kelly's, the gasping little boy doing the same thing I was. Terry's fingers were moving very slowly and very sweetly on my little boyhood and I worshipped the taste of his sperm and the tenderness of his youth in the full warmth of post orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, I beheld the beautiful sight of a firm adolescent youth reveling in his own pleasure. His hard chest was sprinkled with sperm, running all the way down his abdomen and tight belly. Though I felt very weak and tired, my head moved down to his smooth skin and started lapping up the milky streams of semen, quickly joined by the mouth of my little friend. Between Kelly and I, Terry's body was soon cleaned of his ejaculation but left with glistening boy saliva all up and down his slender chest and flat belly. "That was great," the youth smiled as we neared his neck. His long arms slipped around our shoulders and he pulled our little bodies up on either side of him. I looked over at little Kelly. His penis was softening. His pretty face was flushed and smiling boyishly from his orgasm, little droplets of Terry's sperm still on his cheeks, a shining coat of sperm and saliva on his chin and lips. He cuddled up against the older boy just as I was doing. "We all did it at the same time," I said, a little surprised because boys don't usually all climax at the same time. Terry laughed. "Of course," he said, big hands caressing our little bodies. "I did that." "How?" I asked, though my fingers were caressing his hard chest and I was far more fascinated with his smooth skin and young muscles than his words. "Kovz, Kely, you have forgotten a lot. Guardians can link boys' minds together, make it possible for them to all feel the same thing at the same time." He was still breathing very heavily and my fingers traced the lines of his hard muscles watching his young chest rise and fall. "You mean I can do that?" I said, though I was still far more fascinated by his beautiful body. He laughed a little. "You're a little boy again. You only get the real powers when you're older." "When I have hair..." I said absently, gazing at the boy's small bush of pubic hair. "Yeah," he smiled.