The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Six: We Band of Brothers Back at the town of Yellow, we ate our soup and sandwiches in the dining room with a half dozen other boys who were there eating at that time. Two of the boys got in a fight and Robert was dispatched to take care of it, leaving me and Prince Ryan alone with the others. The room was still dead silent which was a bad sign. Fights were going to become pretty common if the boys didn't find some more productive way to relieve their hormonal needs. Kovzland had long proved that boys who have sex with each other never fight, they just love. It had long been a mystery to me why other cultures didn't realize this fact: let boys express their bodies needs and they inevitably became more docile, more obedient and infinitely more loving. If sweet young boys too often grow up to be angry, violent men, perhaps these other people could learn a lesson from Kovzland. Perhaps they wouldn't spend all their culture's energies in making war with each other. "Let's go swimming," I said after we finished. "Not right after eating," Ryan cautioned. "Well, we'll just go lay in the sun until our food's gone." Ryan shrugged and we went to the boys' locker room to change into our swimsuits. I watched the young boy wriggle out of his clothes out the corner of my eye, loving the pretty perfection of his young penis as it lay there on his big testicles. It was particularly pretty when it was limp, laying out about four inches and curved softly over his balls, the circumcised head looking brown and pretty. Ryan saw me looking at it and stood there for a long moment without moving, looking at me, glancing down at the hairless little penis between my own legs. "Do you want me to play with it, Ryan?" I asked, blushing and smiling with my love for the boy. Ryan just shrugged. He looked shy and bashful again, too shy to admit he wanted another orgasm. He looked cute with his pubescent nose and bright blue eyes, his slender, boyishly muscular little chest. I rubbed across it slowly, my skinny, naked little body only inches from his. "We can do it, Ryan," I said. "I'll suck on it right here..." Ryan swallowed. "Somebody might come in." "So?" I asked. Why would he care about that after what we'd done the day before, what we'd done with Robert and Prince Craig? It was obvious the boy wasn't going to back down but I could see his cute penis grow half-hard between his legs. "We can go up to your room after we go swimming..." I said, my fingers tracing a circle around his small, hairless belly button. "Let's go now," he said suddenly, and his penis quickly swelled out, the young thing going from half-hard to throbbing in about a second. "I'll suck yours too," the boy said, his large hands now taking hold of my skinny arms and pulling my smaller body between his legs. I felt the hard erection pressing against mine and giggled. Slowly I crawled down on my knees and took the warm, young thing in my hands. "No!" Ryan gasped, brushing my hands away. "Let's go up to my room... " "Ryan, we need to show the boys what to do. Don't you want to play with the other boys, too?" He shrugged his slim shoulders, looking embarrassed as his cock continued to throb. "Come on," I smiled. "We can go swimming naked and then go up to your room." "No, Kely," he said, almost crying. "Please don't go out there without any clothes on. You know what they'll say." I sighed. "Okay, but I'm going to take them off once we get outside. " Ryan swallowed nervously, but didn't say anything more. We both sat down on the bench and wriggled into our tight, yellow bikini swimsuits, my limp little penis making a visible bulge, Ryan's throbbing cock begging to be noticed. I just smiled happily. With the skimpy, yellow, silk bikinis clinging tightly to our young hips, we walked out the door and toward the pool. There were a dozen boys there, including Robert who was on the diving board. They all paused to watch as Ryan and I approached. Robert was wearing normal gym shorts and seemed astonished by the skimpy bikini bottoms we wore, probably even more astonished at how obvious the prince's erection was. "Hi, Robert," I grinned and waved to him. He gave a weak wave back then ran and dove off the board. A half dozen boys were sitting on a large mat near the side playing cards and Ryan and I went over to them. They started to get up, but Ryan told them they didn't have to. Only one of the boys was wearing bikini bottoms like us: Kyle Morgan, a cute but skinny fifteen year old boy who seemed to be seething with hormones to me. From the moment we arrived, his eyes were staring at Ryan's throbbing bulge and his mouth was watering. The other boys all wore shorts like Robert's and two of them even wore T-shirts. Ryan sat down with them and they promised to deal him in on the next hand. Knowing there was no better time than the present to start teaching the boys the ways of the world and starting to hate my job of teaching them, I blushed bright red and quickly peeled my bikini shorts off. My little penis looked even smaller after the tight confines of the swimsuit, but I displayed its immature hairlessness proudly. Every boy at the pool was staring at me as I sat down with the other boys and waited for them to continue their game. I would have been quite satisfied if I'd gotten an erection sitting there for few things are more exciting to pubescent boys than to see another boy with an erection. "What are you doing?" Terry Miller asked me, his pug little nose wrinkled as he looked at my naked body. "Just watching," I shrugged my thin shoulders. "But you don't have any clothes on," he said. "I know," I shrugged again. I glanced over at Kyle, saw the calm expression in his eyes as he glanced down my body and stared at the little hairless penis between my legs. Ryan was momentarily forgotten as the boy saw my little boyhood, hormones seeming to brim in his staring eyes. Terry finally shrugged, his small body apparently accepting the presence of another naked boy. Kyle glanced over at Ryan who was trying not to look at me. After a moment, the tall, gangly youth turned his cards face down on the mat and stood up. "What are you doing?" Peter, another of the boys, asked. "If he doesn't have to wear a swimsuit then neither do I." His voice was deeper than most of the other boys and it cracked sporadically. I grinned up at him as he squirmed his tight silk bikini down his long, skinny legs. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of by being naked, though he might be embarrassed by the obvious excitement of his penis which was already half- hard and curved outward from his large testicles. I stared at it openly, smiling, my eyes squinting in the sun. I don't know if any of the boys noticed or not but I hoped they saw how casually I took looking at another boy's penis, even if I was still blushing. Even half-hard Kyle's stuck out an admirable six inches, long and slender like the boy himself, the circumcised head looking cute and a smooth brown in color. He had a very small bush of pubic hair that was dark and wiry and covered only a small circle just around the base of his healthy penis. His testicles were man-sized and hung in a loose, hairless scrotum between his legs. I took a closer appreciation of him as he sat back down and picked up his cards grinning at me and blushing but obviously pleased at being naked. He had light, silky brown hair, rather like Ryan's, but it was much shorter. He had a very pretty face that looked free of anxiety despite his boyish blush. His chest was long and narrow, the boy's shoulders scarcely broadening wider than his skinny waist. It swelled very slightly beneath his nipples which were pinkish against the pale color of his skin. His abdomen was also long and slender, awkwardly so, flat and firm, rippling with ribs and muscles, his small belly button perfectly located in the middle. Most of his five foot ten inch height however came from his legs which were so long they made the boy look very awkward when he walked. Between them, his big adolescent cock hung looking cute and innocent, still just hard enough that the head didn't reach down to the mat. I could tell he was a passionate kid. He looked over at me, saw me smiling at his naked body, and I noticed him shift his legs a little bit so his penis faced me more directly. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for my eyes to meet his so we could make that fateful eye contact that even pubescent boys know about, but I held back, partially because I was shy, but mostly because I didn't want to go off with the older boy when there were so many others who still needed my example. I mean, at some point I had to draw the line: surely I couldn't sleep with every boy in the house; eventually they had to take the initiative with each other. I was fairly certain that Kyle wouldn't stay a virgin for long in this environment. Some of the boys giggled, but Kyle stood his ground and went back to playing cards, his eyes continually looking over at my little penis and his lips watering. "Your Highness, are they allowed to not wear any clothes?" Terry asked, his little nose wrinkling again against the sun. Ryan shrugged and swallowed. He had taken a full appraisal of Kyle and obviously liked what he saw. "Yeah," the prince said, too bashful to look at the little boy. "You don't have to wear them either." Terry grinned and blushed at this thought, but turned back to his cards. "Me either?" an older boy named Brad asked. "Nobody has to," Ryan said, looking disquieted at the thought of a bunch of naked boys around. I could see the erection in his own swimsuit still throbbing and was eager to relieve him. First, we had to get the ball rolling with these guys though. Brad stood up and, without batting an eyelash, pulled his gym shorts down his legs in one fluid sweep. He was an extremely cute young adolescent. He had very dark, brown hair and the deepest brown eyes of any boy I'd known to date. His chest was small, but the young muscles had good definition and looked extremely hard. His nipples were small and dark brown on the hardest part of his beautiful young chest: the swelling muscles of his pecks. I had already glimpsed the shadow of black peach fuzz on his underarms as my eyes gazed slowly down his tanned chest. His abdomen was long and slender like Kyle's, his belly button small and hairless on a firm belly. Between his legs hung a very pretty brown penis, about five inches long in its partially excited state, hanging like rubber on his soft, hairless testicles. As with most young adolescent boys, his testicles looked a little large for his penis, the young things busy pumping sperm and hormones into his sweet body. He had a little bit less pubic hair than Kyle but it was jet black and looked very soft. He was only about five foot five so his legs weren't near so long as the other boy's. He sat down Indian style and returned to the game as if nothing had happened. A very thin blond haired boy named Gary was the next to take the plunge. He was less developed than Kyle or Brad and was still in the deepest part of puberty. His body was skinny, his chest still too young to be terribly muscular but nonetheless swelling out slightly beneath his small, brown nipples. I didn't notice any hair on his underarms though I thought I might have glimpsed a shimmer of silver fuzz. He was about five feet five inches tall, but he sat down rather quickly. I smiled at his pretty pubescent penis as it swung between the cute boy's legs. It was a good sized one for a boy still in puberty and hung almost its full six inch length in the warmth and nudity at the pool, hairless testicles enlarged, slender base of his penis just surrounded by a very thin circle of very sparse little pubic hairs, dark but short and wiry. He sat blushing and smiling in the sun, his large penis looking like it was on the verge of an erection in the warm sunlight. Within five minutes, all the boys playing cards were naked accept for little Terry who was now giggling bashfully and blushing as he inevitably glanced at the other boys' penises. "Come on, Terry," Kyle urged the little boy. "You're the only one who's wearing them." "The prince is," he blushed and giggled. "He doesn't count. He's the prince. Come on." I wasn't sure why Kyle was being so persistent. His penis, the longest of the bunch, had softened now and lay peacefully between his thin legs, the circumcised head just touching the mat between his soft, hairless thighs. "You guys are all hairy and stuff," the boy defended with a childish giggle. Gary had nothing more than very sparse little hairs on his penis, but he did have more than Terry who I knew was as hairless as I was. "It doesn't matter, Terry," Kyle insisted. "Kelvin doesn't have any pubic hair either. Come on." Terry was blushing and smiling between pursed lips and it was obvious he was going to give in to peer pressure. He really was a darling little boy. He was only eleven and was two inches shorter than me. His short blond hair and big blue eyes were only the beginning of how cute his boyish face was. As was proper for a little boy, he had a very small chest that was still well rounded around his two, dime-sized pink nipples. He had a light, orange tan that made his soft skin look all the smoother and prettier and a very light coat of baby fat that concealed his ribs and closed off his little belly button when he was sitting. His legs were equally small, boyish and completely hairless. Finally he put his cards down and, without standing up, wriggled his shorts down his legs. He had an exquisite little penis that was still a full inch bigger than mine and he was uncircumcised. It was interesting how fascinating I found his hairless foreskin because most of the new boys I was meeting were uncircumcised. The flesh covered all of his penis head and formed a little nipple at the end of his cute little boyhood. Needless to say, the eleven year old had absolutely no pubic hair around his penis or on the cute scrotum that held his testicles tightly to his body. Though his penis was smaller than the other boys', it was still large for a boy his age and his balls were bigger than average, too. I could only imagine how big the cute thing would grow once he hit puberty. For now it just looked innocent and pretty, the hairless skin that surrounded it, smooth and pink. His scrotum added to the image of boyishness for the skin was still thick enough that the color of his testicles couldn't be made out through it, nothing but smooth, soft looking skin. His foreskin was equally thick, concealing any sign of veins or transparency. Despite his immature cock's size, it still looked very much like a little boy's. All of us were naked now and the boys all grinned and blushed, trying to focus on the game but far more curious about each other's young bodies. The most overt of the starers was Kyle who seemed to be entranced by Terry's hairless penis. He was swallowing nervously, gazing at the foreskin covered little cock looking pale between the boy's pale legs, his mouth still watering, causing him to lick his lips and swallow frequently. I sighed nervously and looked down at Kyle's big penis. It was already hardening and the big thing rapidly stiffened and was throbbing straight up between the boy's legs in seconds. He looked down at it, his poor body obviously feeling so desperate that all he could do was look at his throbbing cock in confusion and embarrassment. Brad was the first to start laughing but the penis was big enough that everyone quickly saw it and started to giggle. Kyle looked up, his face a bright red, the seven inch penis between his legs just throbbing away. Fully erect, it poked straight up at his face with thin purple veins visible along its length. His circumcised glans took on a much more intense appearance, shining in the sunlight and forming a hard ridge from his shaft. "Kyle's got a boner," Brad laughed. Kyle was so embarrassed that he quickly threw his cards down and bolted for the locker room. It was probably a bad idea because his erection became more pronounced when he stood, swaying back and forth between his long legs as his big strides took him across the pavement and through the locker room door, but still pointing straight up. Every boy at the pool had seen his big cock. "What are you guys laughing about?" I asked accusingly, though I was blushing. "Didn't you see it?" Brad laughed. "Yeah. So?" "I'll bet he goes in and beats it off," Brad laughed harder. "Don't you play with yours, Brad?" I asked. This quieted the boy and he fell silent and blushed. He shrugged. "I don't go around getting hard-ons at a swimming pool," he counter-defended. "Hmmm. Too bad," I said, casually picking up Kyle's fallen cards. I could sense the blush and stare Brad gave me, could practically feel his eyes gazing between my legs, instinctively knew the boy was wondering if I thought sex between boys was okay. He was more mature than me, no doubt, but I was accepting pubescent sexuality a lot more easily than he was. Most boys, I was finding, weren't quite so embarrassed or ashamed about boy sex once one of their friends or a role model admitted an interest. I was, I felt certain, doing more to encourage the boys by acting casual about it than I could by sucking every one of them off. "What's 'beat off' mean?" Terry asked innocently, the same squint wrinkling his nose. "Does your penis ever get hard like Kyle's, Terry?" I asked him, trying harder to be casual as I grew more embarrassed. "Sometimes," the boy said looking down at his hairless little dick. "Beating off is when you rub on it when it's hard." "Why?" the boy asked. "Because it feels real good." He looked at my little penis a moment then looked back up at me. "Do you beat off," he asked me. "Sometimes," I shrugged nervously and nodded. "I like it when another boy plays with it." "Yeah, like Ryan," Brad said under his breath. He said this a little judgmentally, but I could sense him listening and watching intently for my response. "Yeah," I agreed immediately, though I knew it would embarrass Ryan terribly. Ah, well, it would be good for him too. "It felt really good when Ryan played with me." Brad glanced at Ryan then back at my naked little penis, his deep brown eyes staring widely. He was very quiet. I could tell that my confessions were stirring something in the boy, but didn't pursue it. "Your Highness?" Terry asked Ryan. "Can we swim in the pool naked?" Ryan shrugged his slender shoulders. "You can do whatever you want to, Terry," he said. He was blushing a bright red and didn't look happy about me admitting that we'd made love to each other, but he lay on the mat without looking at me as if he were thinking it over. "I don't want to play cards anymore," the little boy said with a giggle, tossing his cards on the mat and standing, his little hairless penis bouncing on his smooth scrotum as he ran to the pool and dived in. The other boys shot each other questioning glances, then followed the prepubescent lid into the water. I watched Ryan stand and smiled as he peeled his swimsuit down his legs, his small fat cock looking cute and beautiful on his smooth testicles. It was limp now, looking rubbery and darker. "Are you coming, Kely?" he asked. Victory! "In a second," I smiled, picking up the cards. Brad was still sitting cross-legged on the mat. He was looking down at his penis silently. "Did you really beat off with Ryan?" he asked me when the prince was gone. "No," I said. "I knew they were just kidding," he nodded, helping me to collect the cards. "I sucked on his penis." The boy's deep brown eyes grew wider and he stared at me as I stood up. "Come on, Brad," I goaded. "Don't you think it would be fun to play with another boy?" He shrugged, still too embarrassed to admit it. His smooth brown cheeks, looking soft as velvet, were rosy with blush. "Well, it is fun. If you come to my room tonight, I'll show you." He was still looking at me, gauging my honesty. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. Our eyes met for a long time. "I didn't mean to laugh at Kyle," he said, blushing and looking away. "I know," I said. "But maybe you should apologize." "Now?" "Yeah. I'll bet he'd like to play with you, too." With that, I turned and went to the pool-side. I stood there naked, my little penis sitting on my hairless, boy-sized testicles in innocence. "Come on, Kely," Terry giggled from the shallow end. I could see the boy's hairless penis and legs down in the water and eagerly dived in after him. With my eyes opened, I watched the kicking legs of the little boy as I swam toward him beneath the water. I could see his hairless penis clearly now, looking so soft and pink in the cool water, dangling boyishly between his thin legs. I couldn't help but fondle it as I came out of the water, the giggling boy just laughing as I tenderly caressed his rubbery penis. Within a half hour, all the boys in the pool were naked save for two who were still standing on the edge giggling and watching us. All in all I considered it a successful afternoon. I spent most of my time chasing Terry around and taking every chance I could to play with his penis. It felt nice in the water, sweet and hairless, rubbery in his foreskin. Terry didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I think he enjoyed it a great deal until I started getting more and more infatuated with him and spent too much time rubbing his penis rather than playing games with him, my desires starting to become obnoxious. I was getting close to puberty, after all, and my boyish crushes only naturally evolved toward sexual obsessions. I was getting more and more obsessed with little Terry. Once, as I stood giggling in front of him and rubbing passionately on his boyhood, he started to get an erection, and pushed me away with an angry look on his face. "Quit it!" his high pitched voice ordered as my preoccupation with his genitals became unbearable for his innocence. He swam away and didn't come back again. From the far side of the pool, he looked disturbed by the hardness between his legs and threw me angry glances. I was thrilled to see Ryan and Robert standing together against the wall of the pool, could tell from where I stood that the president had taken his suit off and was naked. The distortion of the water prevented me from seeing his penis very well, so I dived under the water to swim near them. I came toward them slowly, watching Robert's beautiful young cock floating between his legs. It was longer than Ryan's beneath the water, but it wasn't as thick. He had sparser pubic hair than Ryan's, but they were a little longer. His arms were across his chest as I started to come up, but they quickly moved down ready to ward off any grab for his cock as I broke surface. He may have made love to me just that morning but he wasn't quite ready to make it public knowledge. "Hi," I smiled bashfully, raising my arms to brush the water from my face and to show off my skinny, hairless little body. "Kelvin, Robert and I are going to go up to the palace so we can look around some more," Ryan said. "Okay," I nodded, though I thought they should stay and make love to some of the other boys. Neither of them were smiling. Robert just looked me up and down, his arms across his chest again. "I'll watch out for things down here," I volunteered. "Thanks." I turned and started to swim away but saw Terry getting out to go take a shower and I watched his little butt as it swayed toward the locker door. As soon as he had disappeared, I pulled myself out of the pool and followed after him. I noticed that there were fewer boys at the pool now, and noticed that most had left their bathing suits spread around on the concrete. I found Terry already standing underneath the warm spray of a shower and silently watched him. He had been very quiet in the pool and I knew that he was thinking about what we had been saying about beating off, thinking about me fondling his penis in the water and how it had given him an erection. Now I watched his slender back and round little butt, the boy's head bowed, his hands reaching between his legs. Curiosity may have killed a cat, but it was the great savior of little boys. The way the muscles moved in his upper arms, I could tell he was trying to masturbate himself. "What are you doing, Terry?" my high-pitched voice asked him. It nearly startled the little boy to death; so much so that he turned to see who it was with his fingers still fondling his penis which was now small and limp. "Nothing," the boy croaked, finally letting his hairless little boyhood go. I smiled and crawled under the shower next to his. After a quick soap off, I turned to find him still standing there looking at my skinny, naked body. I smiled, turned my shower off and then turned his off. "Do you want to learn how to beat off, Terry?" I asked him. He blushed and swayed a bit on his slender legs. He didn't nod, but it was plain by his eyes that he wanted to learn real bad. "If you come to my room, I'll show you how," I goaded. He still didn't say anything, just stood there fidgeting and smiling through his boyish blush and long black lashes. "Come on," I said. I put an arm around his slender shoulders and the boy let me lead him toward the door. He stopped suddenly and giggled. "We have to get dressed," he said. "No we don't," I assured him. "Yes we do," he giggled. I sighed hopelessly and joined the little boy in scurrying into underwear, shorts and tank tops, his, like mine, so baggy that it concealed very little of his body. Finally, we were ready and we departed toward my room, my heart beating faster the closer we got, excited by the prospect of teaching yet another boy about his body. I had a brief thought to check in on Kyle, but I was so excited about making love to Terry that I dismissed it, and led the little boy into my room, closing the door behind us. The sweet child wouldn't look at me after we entered and I finally had to take hold of his shoulders and turn him around. He was blushing brightly, the boyish smile still plastered on his pursed lips. It was so exciting to be with a boy who was actually smaller than me. I grinned at his cute face, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He said nothing about not doing it, and I was so horny that I wasn't about to ask him. It seemed silly to go through a lot of foreplay with a boy his age, but I liked foreplay so I slowly slipped my hands over his little shoulders and let them slide beneath his baggy tank top, hugging him as m' palms rubbed across his thin back. Sweet, soft, little. My little penis was already throbbing. He was thin enough that my arms could wrap all the way around him, far enough that my fingertips could slide into the warm, dry pits beneath his arms and stroke the soft hairless skin. I let him go and smiled again. He just blushed. Lovingly, I took hold of the bottom of his tank top and started to lift it up, seeing his thin belly and little navel appear immediately. Terry politely loosened his arms and raised them and I stared at his smooth, hairless underarms as I lifted the lightweight garment from his little chest. He was such a pretty boy and as soon as I'd dropped the shirt, my hands took gentle hold of his chest, rubbing across the soft skin, the smooth mounds of his young boy muscles, the tiny dots of his erect nipples. He stood looking down at my hands, his arms straight at his sides and I took full liberty of feeling him, rubbing him, caressing him. He had a very light layer of baby fat that made his small body feel even softer. "Come here, Terry," I said, gently leading him to the bed. We sat down side by side and my hands returned to his soft body, one hand slowly stroking his quivering belly as the other slowly slipped between his legs. "Ooh! " the boy jumped as my small hand took tender hold of the little bulge in his shorts. I smiled as I held the cute little boy's cock, squeezed it enough so I could feel his foreskin rubbing up and over his little penis head. "Is that your penis, Terry?" I grinned at him, slowly, rhythmically rubbing that fleshy foreskin up and down his limp penis. "You like your penis, don't you, Terry? It feels so good. You have a sweet little hairless penis like mine, don't you?" Talking to him seemed to distract him enough that he allowed me to keep fondling the rubbery bulge and I loved the wonderful feel of it. "It's getting hard, Terry," I said, feeling it slowly begin to straighten out, feeling it growing thicker and harder between my fingers. "Oooh, it's getting so hard. " It was too. For an eleven year old, Terry certainly could muster a stiff little erection. It poked out at his shorts now and he sat grinning down at it, his hands balled in fists on the bed. I started to reach for his shorts, but the boy grabbed my hands. "You first," he said panting with boyish nervousness. I smiled and happily obliged, pulling off my tank top first, then grinning as I pulled both my shorts and underwear down. I sat back down beside the boy stark naked, my hairless little penis throbbing like a jackhammer. Terry was staring at it with a slight smile on his lips. "Touch it, Terry. It's okay." The cute boy grinned up at me then looked down at my boyhood. Excitedly, his little hand moved between my legs and I felt his awkward fingers taking hold of it. "It's hard," he grinned. "I know," I giggled back. "That's because it likes you." I put my arm around his shoulders and held him close to my chest as he continued staring at my penis, his small fingers feeling all along its skinny three inch length, feeling the rock hard purple head, moving the stiff shaft up and down and around. It was strange but it was just about the most exciting thing ever done to my penis and I gasped with pleasure as his awkward hands fondled me. "Now me," he grinned, quickly standing and raising his arms, looking down at the throbbing little bulge in his yellow shorts. It took me a second to compose myself after his pleasant fondling, but I smiled and took hold of the boy's shorts, felt his slender body tense as I peeled them down his legs. He let out a giggle as he stepped out of them, the bulge in his underwear now easy to see, easy to pick out the mounds of his young testicles and the shaft of his four inch penis. He still stood expectantly, arms raised halfway up his body, watching his penis bulge. Amazed at the boy's delight, I happily took hold of the elastic band to his underwear and peeled them down his smooth, hairless legs. My eyes were staring at the beautiful young erection of the little boy, not leaving it as I held his underpants and let him step free of them. He stood there naked and thrilled at the prospects, grinning and giggling, waving his stiff cock before my eyes with boyish pleasure. Even with an erection, the boy's foreskin refused to give up protecting his penis head. It still covered the boy's sensitive glans but the nipple at the end had disappeared. This gave the erection the appearance that it didn't have a head which just made the boy's shaft look longer and smoother. He had no marks that marred the soft, pink tones of his penis which was rather thick for an eleven year old boy. Mine was skinny. Terry's looked big if only for his small, naked body. As I said before, the boy had no pubic hair at all, not a single silver hair. There was a small dimple at the base of his erection and it looked as smooth and pink as the rest of his penis. His testicles did look surprisingly large, but nothing terribly out of the ordinary. The prettiest thing about his boyhood was how pink and fleshy his hairless scrotum looked, the healthy balls hanging very slightly in the soft, pretty bag of thick skin. I sat down on the bed, grinning up at the excited boy as my hands slowly pulled the back of his thighs slowly toward me. He came forward, that cute little hairless cock sticking out straight as a rock. We looked down at his penis together as my gentle fingers reached between his legs and lightly fondled his testicles. They felt firm in the warm, soft skin of his scrotum and I could feel the smooth hairless flesh rub loosely against them. I fondled them for some time, gradually feeling the excited child's scrotum pulling them in tighter for protection. I ran my fingers very lovingly along the smooth, hairless crevice between his testicles and his legs, feeling how warm and soft he was so near to his erection, then just as lovingly ran my fingertips up and around the hairless pink skin that surrounded his throbbing penis. Oh, how I loved hairless little boys. They were so sensitive and pretty. I grinned up at Terry's cute, boyish face again and he flashed me a quick smile, face blushing and quickly looking back down again at his cock. He was so eager and looked proud of his growing sexuality. Slowly I ran my fingers down onto his penis, breathing heavier as I felt how hard it was, how tremendously excited the boy was. The penis felt so hard beneath the soft covering of his young foreskin that it was difficult to believe the boy hadn't entered puberty yet. The rhythmic throbbing of his boyish cock was wonderful and intensely attractive. The more I felt between his legs and the more nervously excited he got, the more it seemed he was as dominated by hormones as I was becoming. I ran my fingertips lightly up his penis and let them feel the pleasant fleshiness of his foreskin. I had missed foreskins lately, especially ones that still covered an erection like Terry's. It was exciting and pleasant to imagine the penis head emerging from that soft skin and I dreamt of seeing it, of letting my fingers peel the skin slowly back and unveiling the child's sensitive glans. The thought made me more excited about seeing his sensitive head bared, and I gasped softly as my other hand moved up between his legs and joined the other in fondling his hairless cock. When I grinned up at Terry's boyish face again, he wasn't smiling. He looked astonished and more than a bit afraid, his eyes refusing to leave his erection as I kept feeling it. Hoping I wasn't scaring him, I took hold of the boy meat between his legs, pinched it lovingly, and very slowly pulled his foreskin back. His penis head emerged looking intensely hard and shiny, a bright purple, shining almost white, little slit yawning wide as beautiful as in my imagination. I could feel his small body tensing immediately, heard him panting with boyish nervousness. He didn't ask me to stop, however, and I pulled his foreskin farther back until the full throbbing glory of his penis head was exposed. I could actually see it pulsing with erection, the child looking as desperate as any pubescent boy I'd ever fondled. This was strange because most little boys usually didn't get as excited as Terry obviously was. I attributed it to boyish nerves and held the boy's fleshy balls in one hand as I slowly pulled his foreskin back up his erection until his hairless cock was completely covered again, pulling a little more until the little skin nipple appeared at the end. Terry let out a little crying sound, his hands hanging at his sides as the naked boy stared at his penis. "Are you okay, Terry?" I asked with genuine concern. His blue eyes looked so frightened and I was worried about his poor innocence. The excited little boy's adorable face just broke into a grin, however, and he giggled at my concern. I smiled up at him, delighted to see how excited he was to have his erection fondled by another boy, then turned back down and gazed at his hard cock again. It was adorable and as hard as any penis I had ever held, including my own. I sat there on the bed as naked as he was, my three inch penis throbbing as eagerly for him as his four incher pulsed for me. It was wonderful to be naked with another little boy again and, again, I wished that I never had to do anything but make love to other boys. It was a marvelous way for a pubescent boy to spend his time. I couldn't seem to take my eyes from his adorable erection. It stuck out with such intense desires, his pale foreskin and bright purple head begging me to take it in my lips, to suck the boy to orgasm. For this, I was more than willing. The thought of that young cock in my mouth, throbbing between my lips, was as wonderful as the sight of it was. Terry and I were going to be marvelous lovers. Sitting there with my excited boner, gazing at his stiff hardness, however, I knew I couldn't endure the long foreplay I had desired. With little more fanfare and my mouth salivating eagerly, I slowly leaned forward and let the young boy's penis head press against my lips. Terry let out a startled cry immediately and I felt his slender boy legs growing weak. I held to one of his boyish thighs to steady him as my fingers pointed his hard penis at my face. Wanting to cry with love for the warm, hard knob against my lips, I slowly pressed it forward and let it slip into my slimy mouth. Terry cried even harder with excitement, the poor boy filled with astonished wonder, his young eyes staring at his slender white penis sticking out against my red lips. I felt the slimy head press my lips apart, felt it slide easily in my saliva, and listened to the excited boy's panting and whimpering. "What are you doing?" his childish voice cried softly. I could hardly answer him as I felt his boner sticking farther into my mouth. My tongue greeted the head adoringly, gently licking over it, the tip poking at his little boy slit until it swelled open. I had never known so young a boy to be so hard and so obviously excited. He seemed to be on the verge of a fantastic orgasm, crying nervously as his thin hips pressed his penis forward and drove it deeper into my mouth. My fingers slipped away from his hairless pubic mound as I felt the baby soft skin finally laying snug against my wet mouth. All of his cock was buried in my mouth, filling it with its pulsing hardness and driving against the back of my throat until I thought I would gag. My hands slipped around the boy, took hold of the round softness of his boyish buttocks. The skin felt so soft that I felt my hands gripping it, pulling the cheeks apart, my eyes closed with delight as my nose pressed against his hairless belly. I could feel his legs growing still weaker as I sucked his boyhood and knew that I would lose him if he didn't lay down. Still, I didn't want to let his penis out of my loving mouth. As his boyish strength started to falter, the poor boy still panting quickly, I gently turned his bottom around and guided him down on the bed. He fell at the last moment and his hard penis slipped out of my mouth. It was dripping with my saliva and glowing a bright red in the slimy coating. His adorable young face was filled with confusion, eyes staring at his strange looking penis. I didn't let him look at it too long, however, for I was soon crawling between the boy's legs again. He was turned sideways on the bed his legs spread wide as if he was afraid of letting his creamy thighs touch the hard monster throbbing between them. He was in no condition to stop me as I grinned happily and felt my cheeks rub across his thigh as my face returned to his crotch. I opened my lips and wrapped them around his erection, the poor child again crying with the pleasure this brought to him. I loved his confusion and his uncertain fear and I was so excited by his smooth, hairless body that I knew I couldn't ignore my own erection. Sharing his boyish pleasure, I took my skinny boyhood in my fingers and started rubbing it as I sucked his cock back into my mouth. His small body was adorable as it squirmed around on the bed with pleasure. The sight of his gently rippling young belly attracted me and I slid my hand up and gently rubbed across it. His muscles felt firm and flexed as he moved involuntarily but his body felt very slender and small. I ran my hand up his smooth abdomen and ribs, lovingly stroked his baby soft boy chest. I could feel his little heart pounding frightfully against his ribs, could feel his small body swelling as he breathed. My fingers slipped in and petted his hairless underarms, felt his thin biceps rubbing across the back of my hand. He was warm and sweet, his skin filled with the pleasure racing through his penis and across his eleven year old body. I lay there tugging on my little penis and sucked on his with all the love that was in me, delighting in rubbing my tongue across his hard, smooth glans. The boy was panting frantically and still let out his startled cries, but I could hear a hint of giggles in them now, his fear beginning to ease as he realized that what was being done to his boyhood felt really good. He was really getting excited now and I felt his hand nervously touch my blond hair. My lips and mouth pulled his penis into them, devouring the childish hardness as if I wanted to suck it down my throat. I could easily sense all the pleasure in him and it made my own penis feel better as I rubbed on it. My hand slipped down the boy's little chest, astonished by the incredible softness of his young skin, then slid over it, gently felt his hard ribs poking along his back. Finally, it returned to the soft mound of his round buttocks and I felt my nervous fingers excitedly probing down the crack, searching for his tiny sphincter. When I found it, I poked rhythmically at it, not penetrating him, but filling his butt hole with the pleasant pressure of my finger. The boy liked it, I felt sure, but his innocent mind was filled only with the growing joy in his penis. I knew he was going to climax soon, and felt no desire to delay his introduction to young manhood. I could feel the cheeks of his butt tightening and could hear the growing excitement in his high pitched cries. He was such a lovely boy and the delight he felt in his orgasm was extremely adorable. Terry's eleven year old innocence climaxed with astonishing beauty. His young body, so small and slender, grew increasingly tight, his little rib cage and boyish muscles rippling along his skin. I looked up his hairless young body and could see that the look in his eyes was one of awe and wonder, still staring at his penis as I sucked all of it into my mouth, his hairless pubic mound rubbing against my slimy lips and small nose. He looked happy through all of his excitement and that made the beauty of his first orgasm even more lovely. I wasn't surprised when his young body started to shudder with uncontrollable pleasure. He was so lost in orgasm that no one could have been surprised when it climaxed. What did surprise me, however, was a sudden, sweet flavor in my mouth. It was faint at first, his hairless young boyhood just oozing a little trickle of thin semen, but it grew greater when it started squirting out. I had not imagined that a boy so young and so small could possibly have sperm. Nonetheless, he was ejaculating into my mouth with rhythmic, pubescent squirts of boyish seed. It tasted like the nectar of the gods. He didn't ejaculate a lot, nothing more than the childish cargo of his small, hairless testicles, nothing but thin, almost clear semen. I licked what there was around my tongue, no easy thing with his big, four inch erection still filling it, and enjoyed every tiny tadpole of his young sperms. I was crying softly, thinking it was from the pleasant taste of his sperm, but suddenly forced to remember my own erection. My skinny little body jerked spasmodically as it climaxed, my mouth still filled with the pleasant taste of Terry's pre-teenaged manhood. It felt so good laying there between his small legs, still holding onto my penis and still sucking on his. The boy was laying there in exhaustion, his poor little chest heaving for air, his innocent young face still staring at his penis with wonder and delight. I could feel it starting to soften on my tongue, could feel his young foreskin pressing between my lips, growing thick on his cock before finally slipping back over his wonderful penis head. My own penis didn't get soft. I let go of it to take hold of his boyhood as I let it slip out of my mouth. I held it gently and lovingly, the young thing feeling very slimy between my fingers. It was shrinking rapidly into its boyish size, soon no more than two inches of slimy, pale innocence, totally buried in the rolls of his thick foreskin. I crawled up beside him to explain what I'd done to his penis, but I didn't let go of it, just gently rubbed it with my fingers, feeling it drying of my saliva. Terry didn't seem too concerned by this, unlike most boys his age who seemed eager to reassert their ownership of their boyhoods as soon as they were finished. Unlike them, Terry didn't seem the least bit embarrassed, though his smooth cheeks were blushing adorably. His pretty eyes looked into mine and down at his penis as he listened to my explanations. As he started to understand, he blushed more, but started smiling, too, happy to learn that his hairless penis could make him feel so good. Bathing with Terry was as much fun as making love to him. Now that he was freed of his latency period, the boy was extremely playful and happy. We splashed about in the hot water, freely fondling our private parts, boyishly wrestling and giggling. If Terry's sperm weren't enough to convince me the boy was in puberty, the raging hormones of his young penis more than did for the boy had another erection after only a short time in the tub. His hairless penis stuck out in its soft foreskin throbbing eagerly and the boy, a little shyly, raised it from the water and made sure I'd noticed it. I just grinned happily and started to soap the child's body. I laid him down on the tub side, his hairless legs dangling in the water as my palms rubbed soap all over his chest and belly, tenderly coating his young boner, until his entire body was slimy with soap. Terry seemed a little confused by all this attention but his delighted smile told me that he enjoyed it and enjoyed watching me soaping my own body down just as much, particularly when my own hairless penis stiffened rapidly in an erection. Putting the soap aside, I excitedly crawled between the slender boy's legs and lay my skinny, slimy body down on his. It was incredible how wonderful we felt, both small and hairless, both covered in soapy slime. In no time our young bodies were humping and rubbing together, small hairless penises pressed against each other as they filled with exciting waves of boy orgasm. We rubbed and pumped our little bodies together for some minutes, both giggling and moaning with pleasure, bright baby blue eyes widening with surprising jolts of delight, frequent boy smiles to the other as we felt ourselves climbing to the very peak of boyish joy. We both cried out in high-pitched, childlike squeals as our orgasms climaxed together, slimy, naked bodies jerking frantically against each other, stiff, hairless little penises flexing, Terry's spitting out his tender, young seed between our slimy bellies. I lay on his naked body to recuperate, loving the feel of him, the rhythmic expansions of his small chest as he breathed for relief. Almost a full minute passed before I realized that there was someone else in the room. I turned around to see young Andy Grower staring at our naked bodies. His face was beat red and his mouth hung open in surprise, so much surprise that he didn't move a muscle as I caught hold of myself and stood up, smiling as I rubbed the soap on my body all over my chest, belly, even fondling my hairless little penis in front of him. I was still embarrassed to do this, but after sharing myself with a boy as lovely as Terry, I felt proud and willing to have another boy see me and to know I'd made love to a pretty boy. Though all of my boys were cute, it was far more accurate to call Andy beautiful. He was thirteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes. He had a very cute, pug nose and boy skin as soft and smooth as any I had ever seen. He was wearing a yellow shirt and blue jeans and I couldn't resist imagining him naked with his boyishly muscular chest and healthy, uncircumcised cock stiffening between his young legs. I grinned at my fantasy. "Hi, Andy," I finally said to the embarrassed boy, my small hands openly caressing my limp penis and little testicles. Terry just lay there at the tub side smiling, his naked body still slimy, hairless penis laying on his young belly with his thin boy juice still oozing from the tiny slit. He seemed as proud of his bald cock as I was of mine. "Guardian Rick's here," the boy said just above a whisper. His voice was changing, but you couldn't tell it by how softly he spoke. "He brought a bunch of boys with him." "Oh, good," I said rinsing off and jumping up on the side of the tub. Terry sat up and slipped back down into the pool to rinse off, too. "Those must be our new brothers," I said grabbing a towel and drying off. Andy still stood there staring at my naked penis. "Was there anything else?" I asked. "Uh, dinner's ready," he said, just loud enough that I finally heard his soprano voice crack with young puberty. "Where's Prince Ryan?" I asked. "Rick said that he and the president were going to the palace after they picked out the new boys," the boy replied. He was such an angel. "Okay. Tell the other boys it's time for dinner. I'll be right down." "Yes, sir," be said, swallowing as he slowly backed out the door and closed it. Ryan and Robert must have been waylaid on their way to the palace and been forced to go down and select the new boys for Yellow. It was something of a dereliction of duty to abandon them with Rick afterward, but it was probably too much to expect boys so new to sex to spend their time doing anything more than having it. With boys their age, the initial preoccupation with their penises would eventually wear off. For now, they were in the obsessive phase. Terry giggled as I pulled his thin arm up out of the tub and he started drying himself off. "Gad," was all the boy could say as my hands focused on his soft, uncircumcised boy cock. The door burst open again almost immediately and Rick waltzed in. "Well, what have we here?" he grinned as I stood drying off Terry's slender thigh with the towel. A large group of older boys huddled into the doorway behind him, some grinning when they saw two naked little boys together, others looking more than a little bit flustered. "You want to give us a minute, Rick?" I asked with raised eyebrows and a smile. "But of course," the cute blond youth smiled and closed the door. When I'd tenderly dried Terry's pretty little body off, the boy sat down and started to put his clothes on. "Oh, go back to your room naked, Terry," I grinned gently shoving the boy's wet hair. "Naked?" he asked wide-eyed. "Yeah. Let the other boys see you..." He apparently liked the idea for he smiled despite his blush and walked naked to the door giggling. Soon, he was gone and I slipped into a pair of yellow slacks and a dark blue blazer. I didn't wear a shirt beneath so most of my little chest was bare. I also didn't button the blazer, revealing my skinny, hairless little belly. Once I'd put on my white sneakers, I went out to the front room where Rick and the new boys were waiting. They were plainly older than the earlier boys and the openly horny looks on some of their cute faces showed that they were more experienced as well. That was probably best. Since it was almost dinner, I invited Rick to join us and led the new youths to the dining room. Ryan and Robert were still gone, so I presided over dinner. There was more talk going on now, but the boys were still very shy and most of the chatter was from the new boys who seemed more than willing to teach the younger boys some of their talents. I was even a little worried for my more innocent charges because I could see how quickly the older boys were setting about trying to seduce the younger ones, the smaller boys naively believing the older boys were wholly sincere in their flattering attentions to them. "Where's Calvin?" I asked at mid-meal. "He was coordinating the next shipload," Rick replied. "Your Prince and President certainly are in love with each other," he added. "Huh?" I asked. "After the first load, they went off in the bushes together," the Guardian grinned. "Did they play with each other right there?" I asked. "Yes, and very loudly. They finally came out a little while ago so Calvin's trying to get them focused on their jobs." "What about Green?" I asked, wondering how Rick had gotten away. "Oh, hell, Kelvin," the youth laughed. "I didn't pick just pretty boys for prince and president. Robby's a little shy but Roger took to it right away. We hardly got the boys to their rooms before they started playing with each other. Erin wanted us to let them do it, so I figured it was best if I just got away." We shelved the rest of our conversation until after dinner and the new boys had their room assignments. Rick and I went to my office and opened a bottle of brandy. Brandy always made me drunk very quickly, but we used to drink it in the old days and it seemed like the right thing to do. "You're going to need to come back to the palace tonight," the young man said. "Tonight? Why?" "Well, a minor problem with the Draft, Kelvin. It's an important one after all, so I really tried to recruit a nice selection. Some of the boys that are going up might not quite be ready for it." "Then why'd you pick them?" "Come on, Kely. You heard His Majesty. This is a big deal. The main thing isn't that we move some boys on to the Great Houses. The main thing is to re-institute the Draft. Besides, I pretty much just went with hunches. I haven't had any time to watch the boys, much less examine them and know what they're thinking. I think some of them are probably virgins." "They can't go through the draft like that!" "I know, but what can I do. There isn't time to get them all through the Rite of Passage. Jonathan doesn't even know all the rituals yet. These boys still have to learn before the draft." I had the distinct impression that he wasn't very sorry about the state of affairs. He wanted a good Draft. The way to do that was to maximize the number of really desirable boys whether they were ready for it or not. "What's that got to do with me?" "Everything. Look, Kely, you're the only Guardian who has time to help them out. Guardian of White doesn't have anything to do and even though I'm supposed to pick the boys, I can't be the Guardian of the Draft. You like virgin boys, Kely..." That was pretty much true and it made me blush as he knew it would. There was nothing quite like the sweet awe and wonder when a boy experienced his first orgasm and I really did enjoy being there with him when he did. "Besides," my brother Guardian continued, "you have a knack with little boys. You need to be the Guardian of the Draft." "But I'm running Yellow," I defended weakly. Needless to say, I really wanted to do it, but I didn't want to leave my young charges either. In other words, there were still several of the boys in Yellow that I wanted to make love to. "You know better: Calvin's here. Once he's got Ryan and Robert trained, he's going to have to leave the dock and come here anyway. It doesn't matter, Kely: I talked to Erin already. He agrees with me. You're the Guardian of the Draft." "That's real nice of you. But the Draft isn't for a few days. I don't have to go back tonight." "The Draft may be not be for a few days but I think it would be best if I send the boys we think are virgins up there first thing tomorrow morning. That'll give you a little extra time to work with them before the others get there." "Well, okay, but I can still go up tomorrow. Not tonight. Not unless Calvin gets back tonight." "Okay. Tomorrow then. Now, I brought the draftees' files with me so we can go over them... " He started to open the first file, but I stopped him. "No, don't show me them. It's more fun to be surprised." Rick grinned and shrugged. "Okay. First, the boys I'm not worried about. One: Tony Marsh. He must be jacking off at least five times a day. He's real cute, fourteen years old. He doesn't have any pubic hair but I know he gets erections all the time and he's always spending a lot of time in the bathroom and in the woods. He also said that he used to be a prostitute in Raykov. I'm betting he'll be okay. "Two: Ben Shriner. Age fourteen. He's played with a couple of boys before and is always talking about how he wants to do it with other boys. He's a real nice kid. Just about every time he comes in for his monthly physical his penis is rock hard and he seems pretty proud of it. "Three: David Easter. Age thirteen. Jacks off all the time and he's been playing with Ben quite a bit. They even got caught sucking each other off in the boy's locker room. He'll be okay.." I remembered David quite well from Tarsec Village. He was one of Eric Thorne's friends, skinny and happy. If he were here, I wondered if there were other boys from Tarsec on the island, perhaps even Eric himself. "Four: Billy Boyer. Horny kid. Jacks off, has raped a couple of boys, gets into some real kinky things. He's not going to be any problem, at least not enduring the Draft. You may need to keep him away from the others, though." "I know," I nodded. "I met Billy in Labar," I said. At the Labar School for Young Gentlemen, Travis Berenson and Billy had molested Kelly and I in the shower one night. Besides, he had been in Kovzland since the day we'd arrived six months ago. My only real question about him was why they'd even bothered putting him in the Draft. He was ready for one of the Great Houses already. "That's right," Rick nodded. "So you know he's not going to be a problem. However, that's only four of the boys. Apart from them are eleven of the shyest, cutest little boys you'd ever want to meet. Unfortunately, I don't think any of them have so much as touched their penises except to wash them. That's why I want to send them to the palace as soon as possible." "Well, what am I supposed to do with them?" my high pitched voice asked. Rick smiled. "Kelvin, you may look and feel like a little boy, but you know just as well as anybody what these guys need. I promise you: they're all really cute. You just do what comes naturally. Kovz, you've played with more virgin boys than anybody I know." I blushed at this, but knew he was probably right. Little boys and I had a natural attraction for each other and when they reached puberty they all invariably wanted to share it with me, a duty I was always willing to perform. Rick left shortly after that, agreeing to send up the virgin boys the next day and hold off on the active boys until later in the week. That gave me four days to seduce eleven young pubescent boys. I had an erection just thinking about it. I sat there in the room for awhile before remembering that I still had a responsibility to the innocent boys of Yellow. If they were ever going to learn about the pleasures of their young bodies, I would need to entice them into activities that they were very shy about undertaking. Sighing at the weight of responsibility, but feeling very horny nonetheless, I finally got up and changed clothes. The outfit I decided to wear was called a strap suit by the boys of Kovzland. It looked like a pair of silk bikini shorts that were held to a boy's body by two straps that ran up his chest and straight down his back. It clung very tightly to my body and left very little to the imagination. Not only did the straps conceal nothing more than my little nipples, but the panties held my little penis so tightly that the entire shaft and testicles could be clearly made out. I also decided to wear a white suit rather than the house's traditional yellow. When the white suits were worn as tightly as mine was, the smooth pink of a boy's skin could be seen through it and even my little purple penis head could be made out. I may as well have been naked, but the scant covering always excited young pubescent boys. I was already to go in search of an innocent boy to seduce when the door to my room swung open and Calvin stepped in: Calvin, the rightful Guardian of Yellow. I felt my heart sink with the knowledge that my young boys were no longer my responsibility. "Well, you're certainly glad to see me," the young man smiled down between my legs. I didn't need to look to know what he was talking about. I was so eager to make love to a boy that my hairless little penis was pulsing in the strap suit, the skinny shaft and knobby little head easy to see. "Yeah," I said glumly. He started to talk about the new boys but I suddenly had an idea. I glanced up at his adult body pressing out at his tight T-shirt and gym shorts, quickly accelerating the idea into yet another pubescent obsession. You see, I remembered what Calvin had looked like in the Hall of Boys, or rather what his statue had looked like. His muscles were clearly just as hard as the statue's had been and the bulge in his shorts looked large enough to conceal the huge, nine inch erection the statue had had. He was still talking as I stepped toward him, nervously wondering how a little boy like me went about seducing a mature young man like Calvin. He could see the little erection in my shorts so he had to know I was horny and I had to be very cute in my skimpy costume. Surely he would want to play with me, wouldn't he? He was looking down at me as I neared him and his deep, masculine voice trailed off. I swallowed and gazed up at him and he looked down at me with those knowing eyes of his. Enough of little boys. Just once I wanted to know what sex with a real man was like. Just as I was about to reach him and just as his muscular arms were reaching up to receive me, Rick threw the door open and strolled in. "Told you Calvin'd be here soon," he grinned. For a brief second I thought about trying to seduce both the young men but gave it up with pubescent, hormonal frustration. The next hour was a flurry of activity as I went about the task of introducing Calvin to the boys who were now his. It was sad for me and all the while through it I kept thinking about how I'd never gotten a chance to sleep with this boy or that, not to mention the fact that my hormones were automatically producing strong attractions to all the boys I might not otherwise have felt. The best part of the introductions was in catching some of the boys in the act. Cam and Kip, the twin brothers, were both naked when we came into one room. Cam was sitting on the bed with an erection sticking up between his legs that looked like granite. His brother was standing, also stark naked, his young penis laying on growing testicles. Both boys had a circle of soft pubic hair and both their penises looked to be about five and a half inches long. Neither boy tried to cover up their sweet, young manhoods, just stayed right where they were blushing and giggling. "Well, what have we here," Calvin smiled, pressing into the room to my surprise. "What are you boys doing to your penises?" Rick asked, sounding shocked. His tone was apparently too much for the young brothers because a look of embarrassment instantly filled both of their cute faces, their cheeks instantly glowing a bright red. Kim even tried to conceal his young penis, an adorable effort considering its healthy size. "Nothing," Cam defended awkwardly, gradually trying to cover his rock-hard erection like his brother was doing. "Were you masturbating again, boys?" Calvin asked, taking on the stern disappointment of Rick. "No, the boy replied, his hands fighting to hide his penis without actually touching it. "You know, boys," Rick said, "masturbating all the time isn't good for you. You need to learn how to have sex with each other." "What do you mean?" the shy Kip asked. "Well," Rick grinned, walking over to Kip and putting his arm around the much smaller boy's thin shoulders, "have you ever given your brother a nice kiss?" Kip shot an embarrassed look at Cam but he was too shy to answer as he stood huddled up, Rick's big hands tenderly beginning to caress his naked body. As he did this to Kip, Calvin walked over to the bed and laid down on it. He was smiling as his hands took Cam's thin shoulders and pulled the thirteen year old boy back on the bed with him. Cam was too confused to fight him and his young hands slipped from his erection as he lay down beside Calvin. "Come here, Kip," the young man smiled up at the huddled boy. Kip didn't have much choice because Rick was already guiding his thin body over to the bed. "Now lay down on Cam," Calvin instructed. The two older boys guided young Kip down on the bed. The boy's penis was fully erect now and it was throbbing as he positioned it above Cam's identical cock and awkwardly pressed the two erections together. Rick laid down on the opposite side of the boys from Calvin as the brothers naked bodies pressed together, firm bellies and chests identical in form and color. They looked very soft and pretty together, though both of their faces looked ashamed and they couldn't look at each other though their faces were only and inch apart. "That a boy," Rick grinned, his big hand stroking lovingly across Kip's skinny shoulders. "Now rub your penis against Cam's." "But..." Kip objected, pretty eyes growing wide. "But what?" Rick asked. "I'll squirt on him," the boy blushed crimson. "That's okay," the young man assured him. Kip looked down into his brother's near-identical face and slowly smiles came to both the boys' bright blue eyes. Calvin and Rick were laying close beside them and both the men were now laying their hands on Kip and caressing him. I just stood watching in awe at the beauty of their young affections for each other. My penis was stiff in my tight suit and I longed to join them something fierce. With the encouragement of the older boys, Kip slowly started to hump his slender young body on top of his brother. The boys' furry erections were clearly pressed together between their smooth, flat bellies and they both looked very happy to finally be sharing their puberty with each other. Kip's bottom looked really cute. The cheeks were clenched a little so I couldn't see his butthole, but I certainly imagined how nice it would be to lay on him and stick my little erection inside him. Even with the embarrassment of what they were doing, the blond haired twins weren't going to last very long. Their bodies were at that beautiful age when nature had blessed them with the ability and desire to make love frequently. Consequently, they were at the age where they climaxed quickly and were ready to have sex again almost as quickly. From where I stood, I could just see the underside of their twin pairs of smooth testicles, the young balls preparing the mixture of their love. I knew that their erect penises were just beyond my view, rhythmically being ground together between their smooth tummies. "Does it feel good?" Kip's shy, soprano voice asked the blushing face of his brother. Cam nodded then smiled, his slender lips parting as he started breathing heavier. "I think I'm going to squirt," he panted softly. "Me too," Kip blushed, his little butt rising and falling as he rubbed his penis against Cam's. "Go ahead, boys," Rick smiled at the two nude boys, his face filled with as much wonder and love as Calvin and I felt. Watching two young teenaged boys making love to each other for the first time was beautiful just on the face of it. Kip and Cam's twin beauty and obvious love for each other made it even more wonderful. I wished I had a twin... but then, I did... The boys started breathing louder as their young pleasure grew between their legs but Kip's slender body didn't lose control like so many thirteen year old's did. He was a sensitive lover, willing to move slowly, to feel the orgasm build in his loins. I doubted Cam was as patient normally, but he was pinned under the undulating body of his brother and could only lay there and enjoy it. Cam started whimpering finally, his young voice cracking as he tried to breathe and giggle at the same time. I could tell he was about to have an orgasm and stared at his beautiful face with love as the joy of it filled him. "Okay, boys," Calvin smiled suddenly, taking hold of Kip's thin shoulders and starting to pull them back. "Hey!" Cam complained immediately, reaching for his brother's young bodies as his own penis emerged between his legs. It was throbbing with a magnificent erection that glowed red from excitement, the swollen glans glowing a bright purple. He was obviously desperate for an orgasm, his hormones pounding frantically in his pubescent body, but Calvin just smiled at the young boy's cock. "You guys can have sex any time," Calvin grinned as he lifted Kip up over his own body and lay him down on the bed next to the wall. "I want some boy sperm." Cam started to object but before he could make a sound, Rick's hands were on his shoulders and starting to rub his boyishly muscular young chest. "Me too," the young man smiled at the teenager. Kip and Cam were both panting like hormone-enraged sex fiends as Calvin and Rick smiled at them and explored their young bodies. Their hands, looking huge against the slender size of the younger boys' smooth bodies, lay flat against the soft skin and took full freedom to feel all over them, up into their armpits, over their little nipples, down their thin rib cages. The virgin boys could just lay their helplessly, looking ready to cry from all the desire for pleasure that filled their tender bodies. Their identical cocks looked furious, almost bouncing on their flat bellies as they throbbed in anger. Their pubescent pubic hair was very cute now, blond against their smooth skin, sparse, curly hairs that testified to their entry to manhood. Calvin and Rick were almost perfectly synchronized in their caresses of the boys and leaned forward to kiss the twin boy chests at almost the same time. I stood panting and jealous as I watched their mature mouths and tongues kiss the boys' nipples, their baby soft skin, the firm ripples of their ribs. All the while, the boys just lay their staring in confused awe and surprise, too horny to do anything but lay there and hope to be relieved. They didn't have long to wait. I felt so dizzy with passion I thought I'd pass out as I watched the two Guardians kissing down the flat, slender bellies of the cute boys, stared as they kissed and licked the soft skin and sparse pubic hair between the boys' legs. When they started kissing the five inch erections, I almost crumpled to the ground. Kovz, I wished I was one of those boys. Kip and Cam were whimpering, blue eyes wide as saucers as they watched the young men kissing their cocks. Clearly the boys had been masturbators for some time and were quite comfortable with doing it, perhaps even in the presence of the other. This, however, warm, wet lips and tongues rubbing against their sensitive young penises, this was clearly something that confused and amazed them. It must have felt really good to them, though, because they both just lay there staring at the man who was doing it to them. If either boy had lost any hardness when their bodies were separated, Calvin and Rick had quickly re-invigorated their cocks into full pleasure. The slender erections looked so hard they could have broken off as the slimy lips and tongues kissed and lapped around them. While they may have gotten pressed back against the boys' bellies during a particularly forceful lick, they quickly sprang back out again, throbbing even more visibly. By the time my friends went down on the boys, I was amazed that both hadn't already erupted in stream after stream of semen. Nonetheless, the men's lips slipped over the swollen penis heads and slid down on the tender young cocks without missing a drop. Both Kip and Cam let out startled soprano cries as they finally discovered the pleasure of oral sex, staring excitedly as their furry penises disappeared into the young men's lips. I suppose it startled them both enough to delay their immediate orgasms, but they started crying softly with still greater pleasure as the expert mouths went up and down on their erections. It didn't take long from that point. Calvin and Rick might have gone down on the boys a dozen times or so when I could see the tight rippling of their young bodies flexing with orgasm. Spasms seemed to be sweeping up and down on both of them at the same time and my eyes switched back and forth watching the startled beauty of their innocent faces as orgasm abused them. I was really jealous as I heard first Rick and then Calvin let out their deep-pitched "Mmmmm's..." I knew the little teenagers were ejaculating and that both men could feel and taste the splendor of their puberty squirting into their mouths. The young men were smiling too, of course, as the young boys naked bodies jerked over and over again, their sweet faces looking scared by the joy in their cocks. I was so jealous of their sperm I felt like running away to cry somewhere. They were so beautiful, however, that all I could do was lean against the wall and watch them enjoying the full blossoming of their pubescent bodies. I had no doubt that neither boy had ever felt anything as nice as a blow job given by two masters like Calvin and Rick. The young men's hands were caressing the boys' thighs and bellies as they tasted their immature sperm. When they were finished with their pubescent duties, I knew that everyone in the room was fully content except for me. After fully ingesting the young boys' sperm, Calvin and Rick let their softening cocks go and started kissing back up their bellies again. The boys were gasping frantically, small chests rising and falling. They both looked down at the slimy cocks laying on their bellies before finally remembering the other and looking over at each other. Their pretty eyes met and Cam smiled at his shyer brother. After an embarrassed swallow, Kip blushed and smiled back. Calvin and Rick were kissing up their young chests again, finally reaching their sweet faces where each boy was given a little peck on the cheek by their benefactor. "That was beautiful, boys," Rick smiled as he and Calvin managed to disentangle their bodies and stand up again. "Did you like it?" he grinned down at them. It took a moment for the kids to respond but they finally managed to nod, their mouths still hanging open for air. "Good," Rick grinned. "You should do it to each other a lot, then," he said. "Or... maybe try it with some of the other boys: we don't usually have a lot on incest going on around here." The boys looked confused by this word but Cam sat up when Rick and Calvin started to leave. His penis still looked big for being limp, but it now rolled down to hang on his testicles. "Where are you going?" the boy asked his recent lover. "To meet the other boys," Rick smiled, seeing the boy's pubescent puppy love for what it was. "Do you want to come?" Cam glanced over at Kip who was staring directly into his eyes. There was a very slight shake of his head and Cam turned away, looking down. "No," he said. "We're going to hang out here for awhile." Yeah, and suck each other's cocks off all night! I thought. "Have fun," Calvin smiled as the two of them guided my weak-kneed, smaller body out the door. Once the door was closed, both young men giggled. "Kids!" Calvin grinned. "Kovz, that was cute," Rick agreed. "You okay, Kely," Calvin asked, his big hand caressing my little shoulder. "I'm really horny," I blushed, wishing they would suck me off too. "I don't blame you," Calvin grinned. Despite my words, they didn't do anything as we continued on the tour, me awkwardly caressing the boner in my silk suit and longing to have an orgasm. I was so horny that my bottom was feeling kind of lubricated, like it had oil in it. This happened to pubescent Kovz Boys sometimes, I mean having their bottom getting excited just because their penis was, but it was pretty rare for a kid of my maturity. Most of the rest of the boys were playing games in the rest of the house. The only naked one we encountered was Terry who was happily running and giggling all over the place, his pubescent boyhood bouncing between his legs with happiness. The only other thing to report on was when we entered the room of Gavin Daniels, age fourteen. I had had little opportunity to get to know Gavin in the past few days, but I certainly had looked at him enough. He was something of an ideal of puberty to me, with a slender, gangly body and short brown hair. He exuded an air of uncomfortable sexuality constantly, the awkward desires of a passionate young boy who hasn't yet found a way to express his desires to others. I was the first to enter (without knocking, of course) and I caught a quick flurry of motion before the others entered. Gavin was sitting on his bed with a healthy erection pulsing straight up along his belly. He looked up at us with embarrassment, but made no effort to conceal his six inch penis from view. I knew the boy had been masturbating and that was the motion I'd caught, but it was pretty obvious anyway: his penis, beautiful in youth, was so red from friction that anyone could tell what he'd been doing. I'd thought that Calvin and Rick had coaxed Kip and Cam into the angriest looking penises I'd seen, but Gavin's was really tortured. The purple head shined brightly and positively glowed from what he'd been promising it. I could tell that he'd squirt some pre-cum and had wiped it over the swollen purple glans, making it look really desperate and hard. I introduced him to the older boys and he sat there looking embarrassed, glancing at his erection with apparent disappointment. He wasn't ashamed, nothing like that, but his eager desires were obviously not something he wanted to have displayed so openly. He had a cute little bush of pubic hair around his cock, thicker than Kip and Cam's, still far from that of a mature pubescent. It was brown and curly, but still looked soft. "This one's yours, Kely," Calvin said, starting to peel the straps from my shoulders as Rick closed the door behind us. "Wha..." I asked as he easily peeled it down my skinny chest and all the way to my ankles, my hairless little boner throbbing eagerly for the pubescent youth. "What are you doing?" Gavin's young voice cracked from the bed, his smooth face quickly taking in my smaller body with obvious interest. He had a young looking face and was very cute, with a small nose, and sweet hazel eyes. "We're going to show you what to do with that," Rick smiled, crossing to sit beside the boy and nodding to his engorged erection. "I already know what to do," the boy blushed defiantly. "Not with another boy," Rick smiled tenderly at him, his mature arm slipping easily around the boy's thin shoulders. Gavin certainly had heard about boy sex and certainly knew that it was accepted in Kovzland. I just doubted he'd ever done it. I gazed lovingly at his pretty face as I stepped out of the silk and stood up before him naked and unashamed. Kovz, I looked forward to sticking my penis in his pretty lips. "Let him fuck you," Calvin whispered in my ear. I turned to him and had to look up even though he was leaning way over. "I want us to suck off," I whispered back. "Like you and Kip." Calvin smiled and shook his head. He held up the suit I'd been wearing and showed me the backside of it. There was a wet spot where it covered my bottom. "You want it," he grinned. "Besides, we didn't get sucked off so you don't get to either." "But I..." Calvin shook his head, cutting me off. "The bottom or nothing, Kely," he grinned. "You decide." I looked back over at Gavin. His healthy erection still pulsed straight up between his legs but he was looking at Rick who was rubbing back and forth across his flat chest. The boy looked like he was ready to swoon in the young man's arms, so willing was he to accept his love. "Gavin," Calvin said guiding me over to the fourteen year old. "How would you like to learn something new, something you'll like a lot?" Gavin turned from Rick to look at the small body Calvin was offering him. His facial expression didn't change much. Though blushing, he didn't seem to be very emotional. His hazel eyes gazed at the immature erection throbbing between my legs before moving slowly up my skinny body and looking at my face. "What do I have to do?" The boy had heard all the rumors about sex, no doubt, and apparently knew that Calvin and Rick were going to help introduce him to it. He seemed very willing to give it a try. "Nothing," Calvin smiled. "You just sit there and let Kely help you out, okay?" He looked down at my boner again. "Okay," he replied with a shrug of his skinny shoulders. I continued to stare at the boy's cute face as Calvin led me closer to him. He looked me all over, embarrassed to be so excited, but not at all hesitant about what we were about to do. "You just sit there, Gavin," Calvin said, "and Kely will sit on your lap." The boy blushed a little brighter now, but shrugged again, Rick still holding and caressing his skinny body. I knew what Calvin had in mind. By putting my knees on either side of the boy, I could sit down on his lap and his penis would easily be sticking straight up my butt. The thought of watching his cute face in orgasm while I sat on his cock was really appealing to me so I willingly crawled forward and straddled his thighs. "Help hold him up, Gavin," Rick instructed as I maneuvered my little butt over the boy's erection. Even fully extended, my thighs weren't long enough to lift me high enough to clear his penis and his penis head was pressing up against the underside of my scrotum. It made the boy start to pant with pubescent excitement and me eager to feel him inside me. His skinny arms reached out and took hold of my chest, helping me to stay mounted. His hands were very big for a boy his size and I felt them up in my hairless underarms as I wiggled into position above his penis. My own erection was very close to his belly, close enough for me to feel his warmth emanating from the smooth, flat skin. I felt Calvin's hand on my back and soon felt Gavin's cock being forced back along my butt. Calvin was clearly going to guide it to the place where it belonged. I put my hands on Gavin's thin shoulders and stared into his young face. He was staring down between his legs as Calvin gripped his young manhood, forced it to bend enough so the head could find my tight butthole. It felt slimy when it reached there, part from his pre-cum, part from my Kovzian anal excitement. Calvin's hand reached up to my shoulder and he gently pressed down on it. As he held the boy's cock against my butthole, I panted and bent my knees a little so my body moved lower. I instantly felt the increasing pressure of the boy's penis head against the tiny entrance to my small body. Calvin maneuvered it a little as I concentrated on relaxing my little sphincter muscle. When the timing was right, I felt the boy's swollen glans suddenly slip up inside me. I smiled at the pleasant hardness as his penis head pressed through my sphincter. It was big and I definitely knew I had something penetrating my butthole, but it felt great too. I'd felt bigger penises inside me. Gavin's was a great size; perfect for my young body. I had to wiggle my knees closer to him as I lowered my hips down on his lap. Calvin still held his hard penis to make sure I didn't bend it, and it slid nicely up inside me making me moan happily as I felt it filling me. Gavin was still staring down at his disappearing penis, but as I wiggled closer to him, my little erection grew closer to his flat abdomen until the boy couldn't see around it. His hazel eyes moved slowly up my skinny body and looked into my young face. I gazed deeply into his as I kept sliding lower on his passion pole, my arms slipping around his shoulders and pulling closer to him until I felt my immature erection against his firm abdomen. Gavin had good instincts. As the last inch of his penis pressed into my little butt, his skinny arms slipped around my back and he let out an appreciative moan as he held me closer. I smiled directly into his cute face as I settled all the way down on his cock, wiggling my little bottom to make sure I had all of it. It felt great, thick enough to put pressure in my loins, but not so thick that it hurt. Plus it was long enough to be pushing against the most sensitive parts of my butt, the parts that sent warmth and pleasure all through my body. "Doesn't that hurt?" his pubescent voice asked. "Hm-mmm," I sighed happily. I leaned forward and kissed his thin lips and I felt him kiss back a little. I could tell though that he wasn't into kissing. That was okay, of course: a lot of boys his age aren't. "Do you like it?" I said, still smiling into his cute face. He nodded, his hazel eyes glancing reflexively at my young face and skinny boy chest. His eyes were really captivating, tender and young and yet penetrating, too. I could tell he was a very smart boy, a trait I really admired in young teenagers. "Move on it, okay," he suggested boyishly. "I'm going to," I said. I was really enjoying just the full size of it inside me but I was as eager as he was to feel it moving and to see the pleasure filling that pretty face. My bottom was well lubricated now, fully covering Gavin's young cock with slimy warmth hugged tight by the smallness of my body. Calvin and Rick must have been standing back against the wall. They were being very quiet and neither Gavin nor I paid any attention to them. I looked slowly down Gavin's chest. It was very narrow and thin, perfectly pubescent with only small mounds of boyish muscle. Lower, his flat abdomen looked firm, small belly button pretty on pale brown boy flesh. I could just see the top of his little bush of pubis hair before my little balls and erection burst out throbbing in naked, hairless boyhood. It was a beautiful sight and I just kept looking down as I started rising up on my knees. My butt held tightly to his cock as it slid slowly up the wonderful inches. I couldn't see the boy's erection at all but it must have been pretty sticking straight up inside my tiny butthole. The boy let out a surprised gasp at how nice it felt and I let out a soft, high-pitched moan as his cock rubbed against my sensitive innards. I can't really describe the sensation; pleasant like orgasm, but not as intense; a budding sense of warmth and happiness engulfing the young penis inside me. The boy's penis was big enough and my legs were short enough that it didn't come out even when I was standing full up on my knees. As soon as I was there, I let out a long "Oohhhh" and lowered my body again, the hard cock sliding firmly up inside me again. "Oh," Gavin grunted with surprised pleasure, a huge grin breaking into his face and filling it with greater beauty than ever. Smiling, he was a stunning vision of boyhood with neat, straight white teeth, perhaps a little large for his sweet mouth, and a wonderful rosy color in his smooth cheeks. It felt great to know that I was making him happy. This was a boy who should be happy all the time. As his young pubic hair met my hairless butthole, I wiggled again, lowering my butt all the way down between his legs. I could tell he liked this as he gazed directly into my eyes for a long moment, face still aglow with happiness. It was a strange look, but a beautiful one, part love, part gratitude. He was a wonderful boy. "Have you ever done this before?" I panted softly, fully impaled on his fourteen year old cock. Still smiling, he shook his head. "I wanted to," he admitted. His voice broke pubescently, a sound that endeared him still more to me. His eyes continued to gaze adoringly into my face as I started rising up again, his erection sliding out of my butt as his big hands slid slowly down the sides of my skinny abdomen. His beautiful face filled with still more wonder as he looked up at me, his thin lips parting now as he panted with pleasure. I just gazed back, enjoying the miracle of puberty that played across his smooth face and twinkling eyes. He was so beautiful and I felt so good about what we were doing that my bottom was quickly building with the subtle passion of an anal orgasm. I wasn't going to last very long with a boy like this. Sliding back down on his love pole almost sent me over the edge and I whimpered with increasing franticness as I thought I was about to climax. My excitement really delighted Gavin and he smiled bigger, panting louder at his own increasing pleasure. I wondered if he knew about anal orgasms and if he knew how I was feeling making love to him. It didn't seem to matter: he was obviously enjoying it a lot. At the bottom, I wiggled all the way down on it and again the sensation of a pending climax filled me. I liked that feeling, the feeling of being right there on the edge. It wasn't quite as intense as my penis felt in the same state, but it was nice nonetheless. It apparently pleased Gavin too for the boy was grinning from ear to ear, panting through his beautiful white teeth. Again I raised my self on my knees and the boy's penis slid out of my butt. With each inch, my pleasure mounted until I thought that I would climax if only he were an inch bigger. As his swollen penis head met the inside rim of my sphincter, however, all I could do was moan and feel a little frustrated that the full glory of sex was still denied. Gavin's eyes had slipped from mine and were dropping down my skinny body, a bigger smile coming to his face as he looked at my little erection. I could tell he liked it and I was really looking forward to sticking it in his pretty lips. Again I slid down on him, my butt admitting the young hardness between his legs almost hungrily. I dropped down pretty quickly this time and the sudden invasion of cock really sent me into delirious desire for orgasm, but again I fell just short. I was crying a little now and really panting loudly, barely able to smile at the angelic boy. I was probably feeling more needy of having my hairless erection fondled, but for now I had to satisfy my hungry bottom. After a brief wiggle, I rose up again on Gavin's cock and again plunged down on it, almost screaming from the joy until my eyes were wide with astonishment. Why hadn't I climaxed? It felt so good I couldn't believe I hadn't. Desperate for the ultimate pleasure, I began a steady rhythmic movement up and down on Gavin's wonderful penis. It wasn't quite as intense as really plunging my butt down on it, but the constant pumping and caressing were building my orgasm in a way I knew would eventually triumph. It was pleasing Gavin, too, the boy now staring into my face in boyish amazement, mouth hanging open, gasping loudly, letting out cracking cries when the pleasure was a bit too surprising. I must have gone up and down on his swollen penis twenty times in a row and was dizzy with pleasure. I was also feeling a bit worn out, my skinny thigh muscles bulging from the constant movement. Panting loudly, the boy suddenly licked his lips and got a panicked look in his eyes. "I'm going to come," he cried pathetically. "Go ahead," I cried back. My pleasure was rapidly growing to the point of no return, I was still riding on him, crying desperately with the desire to move faster. The feel of his slimy penis head rubbing over my innards over and over again was making me sweat with pleasure. As long as it had taken for me to get to orgasm and as much as I was expecting it, the sudden sweep of it really took me by surprise. I was on an upstroke when it seized me, my skinny body tightening all up and my thighs cramping a little from the conflicting messages my brain was sending them. I managed to ride the boy's penis to the top but by the time I reached it my body was shuddering spasmodically, warm, wonderful orgasm sweeping all through my bottom and up across my abdomen. I lowered down on the cock for a last time, shaking like a little rag doll, moaning with joy. Distantly, I was aware that Gavin was just as frantic with orgasm as I was. The length of the skinny boy's body was alive with slender muscles and ribs and he was crying excitedly. His big hands seemed to be clutching at my little body and his eyes were staring down at where his cock was shoved up my butt, probably unable to see much more than my hairless erection sticking straight up in exhausted red pleasure. By the time I had taken his full length into my little body, the boy was jerking and crying in orgasm. We must have looked a sight: two skinny, naked boys having spasms against each other and crying like the dickens. For me, sitting there in the throes of a delirious anal orgasm, the real wonder and joy came when I felt the warm slime of Gavin's teenaged semen squirting inside me. In addition to the strange orgasm the Kovz Boy's bottoms were able to give them, they also made the feel of ejaculating sperm considerably easier to feel. It was so easy, in fact, that I frequently thought we might be tasting it. Only in my mouth was the squirting sensation of ejaculation easier to feel and participate in. It inevitably made me feel a tremendous sense of love for the boy doing it. To think of his seed, his sperm, squirting inside my body was one of my favorite thoughts and dreams. Gavin was a healthy fourteen year old, his maturing penis providing enough sperm to easily impregnate a more fertile recipient. If I ever regretted being a boy, it was only that I couldn't plant the seeds of my young lovers to create a child of our mutual love. For now, however, just carrying the fruit of his wonderful penis was pretty nice too. We were both grinning as I fell gasping against his chest. He held me there and I could feel both of our skinny chests swelling over and over again as our bodies craved hungrily for air. "Man!" his young voice broke. "Kovz!" I agreed. His chest felt like unbridled beauty against mine, our smooth flesh rubbing gently together, so soft it felt almost like there was a thin coat of oil between us. He hugged me tightly enough that my hairless penis was pressed between our lower bellies. The little thing was ready for its turn now. Though the pleasure in my butt made the intense need for my penis to have sex a bit less, my little cock still expected its affection. By the time I crawled off young Gavin, however, and his delightful penis fell spent between his thin legs, Calvin and Rick were back with us. "Wow!" Rick grinned, blue eyes looking at both of us. Gavin looked a little embarrassed but not as much as most boys would after their first encounter with boy sex. "That was really beautiful, Kely," Calvin said, his big hand gently rubbing my little shoulder. I could tell they were bringing an end to my encounter with Gavin and I didn't like that at all. "I want to stay here," I said, blushing even as I said it. "Why don't you guys go ahead and finish the tour without me." "Oh, no," Rick grinned. "You've got work to do. Here." He tossed the silk suit back at me and I caught it. I was feeling a bit angry at them. I was a Guardian, too. They couldn't make me leave when I wanted to be with a boy. Nonetheless, I obediently started slipping back into the suit as they soothed and encouraged Gavin. The boy didn't seem at all troubled by his pubescent desires, but he did have some questions about the community he'd just joined and Rick and Calvin answered them as I reluctantly got dressed. All the while, however, I was looking at Gavin and he was looking at me. It was kind of weird, the way I felt about him. When we'd first entered, he seemed like a very cute boy, but somewhat average by Kovz standards. Now, I just thought he was flat out beautiful. Perhaps it was the perfect size of his penis or just the intelligent, tender expression in his young eyes, but I was really in love with him. Too embarrassed to object, I let the older boys tear me away from my latest lover. This one was different, however, and I knew it wasn't over between Gavin and I. One day soon I would come to see him again and become his lover. I was certain of it. Leaving him then, therefore, didn't seem so bad. I didn't know, however, how long it would be before the next time I could make love to him. The rest of the tour ended in a near blur. All I could think about was Gavin. Some would say it was just an typical infatuation of a pubescent boy, but I knew it was something more. By the time I had to leave, I was almost obsessed with the sweet kid. I was now intensely horny, and it was improper for me to be in the way as Calvin took charge. I had brought very few possessions down to the house with me, so I left with almost nothing but the strap suit I wore and the white bathrobe I used to cover myself for the ride to the palace. More than once, I wanted to break down and cry, so badly did I want to go back and spend time with Gavin. In the end, I loved like a Kovz Boy, and obeyed like a Guardian.