The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Three By the time Mama entered with the food, I had dried my eyes and looked passably put together. "Here we are," she smiled reassuringly to me. She was carrying one tray of food and Eric's older brother Gary was carrying another. "Where's Eric?" she asked glancing around. I shrugged my thin shoulders, sadly. "Is he in the bathroom?" I shrugged my shoulders again. "He told me Pa said he couldn't touch Kelvin until tomorrow," Gary said. He was looking at me intently and I felt uncomfort- able. "What? Why's that?" Mama asked the fifteen year old. "Pa wants that little boy to be fresh tomorrow night. He don't want them playing together until then." "Oh, nonsense. You go fetch your little brother." "What for?" Gary asked. "Well, someone's got to teach this child, don't they?" "I can teach him, Mama," the older boy volunteered eagerly. "You hush!" she commanded sharply. "You should be playing with that wife of your's, not little boys." "Come on, Mama, she's pregnant again, ain't she. I just want to help him learn. Besides, I taught Eric good, didn't I? He doesn't know anything about little boys." "He'll know enough tomorrow morning. Now, you go fetch him before I tan your hide." Gary sighed and shook his head. As Mama laid out the trays on the bed, the older boy tried to enter the door that joined my room to Eric's. "Door's locked," he said. "Well, you go through the hall. I'll have a talk with that son of mine." The boy left us alone and Mama quickly scurried to the chest of drawers. She soon returned with a set of pajamas. "Hurry and get out of the clothes now, honey," she instructed. "And clean up your face. You want to be pretty for Master Eric." I was totally confused, but she seemed to be in a hurry so I didn't argue. Blushing, I pulled my shirt over my head and peeled my shorts down my skinny legs, soon standing naked. "There now that's just fine," Mama smiled at my naked little penis. "Here you are." She held the pajama bottoms and I stepped into them, standing nervously as she pulled them up my legs and feeling her cool hands caress my limp penis as she fastened the snaps that ran up the fly. She was so eager that she didn't let me do anything and ended up taking my skinny arms and slipping them into the pajama shirt by herself. With deft fingers, she fastened the buttons that ran up the front and I was fully clothed. She apparently wasn't finished however and quickly went to the closet and returned with a baby blue bathrobe. When that was securely tied shut, she finally relaxed. She had finished just in time, for Gary was just entering with Eric in reluctant tow. "There you are, honey," she smiled at my beautiful boy friend. "You come on in here and eat." The tall pubescent boy was still wearing his overalls with no shirt, though his shoes and socks were off and his big feet were bare. "Pa doesn't want me to be around him, Mama," Eric defended weakly. "Nonsense, honey. He bought him as a present for you." "Not until tomorrow night," the boy said. "Oh, there ain't no reason for waiting now, is there, honey?" "What do you mean?" Eric blushed up at her. "Oh, honey, I can tell what you boys were doing today by how that child holds onto you. You come on in here and spend the night with him or there ain't no telling what he'll be doing to himself come morning." "Pa said not to." "I'll deal with him, honey. You come on in here and have dinner, then you do what you want to do. I'll take care of Master Throne." Eric looked eager but reluctantly uncertain, too. Nonethe- less, he walked slowly over to the bed and sat down beside his food. "There now," Mama smiled at the pubescent boy's nervous expression. "You boys just have fun tonight. Come on, Master Gary," she said, taking the older boy's muscular arm and pulling him toward the door. "Someone has to be a witness or you can't be sure they really did it," Gary argued. "You can be a witness sometime when they want you to, honey. Tonight, you let them play by themselves." Gary looked disappointed by this and left the room with her reluctantly. I sat in confusion and watched the door close behind them. "It looks good," Eric said softly. I looked at him and he was looking at his tray of food. He looked so cute, his bare shoulders so smooth and soft. "What were they talking about?" I asked in embarrassment, my childish voice as soft as Eric's, as if I sensed that Gary was listening through the door. Eric shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said, taking a bite of chicken and gazing at me. I looked back for a moment then blushed and started eating, too. We didn't say anything as we ate, but our eyes met frequent- ly. By the time we finished, it had become a game and we were soon smiling and giggling to each other. Eric stood and put our trays and empty plates on the table near the door. As he was coming back to me, he stopped and smiled down at me. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said, blushing. "I'll go back to my room." "Do what?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion at his strange behavior. "You know, what we did at the creek, play with our penises. We don't have to if you don't want to." I blushed at this and sat silently for a moment. "Do you want to?" the pubescent boy asked. "I don't care," I shrugged my thin shoulders, blushing brighter. I was still a prepubescent boy and my hormones weren't yet as strong as the thirteen year old's; I had already had two orgasms that day and I really didn't feel it necessary to do it again. Still, the memory of my jerking body and childish excite- ment began to play in my mind and I did think it would be fun to do it in the bed. I wished he wouldn't ask me about it. Why couldn't we just do it? Eric seemed to understand because he came over and sat down on the bed beside me, his long skinny arm encircling my thin shoulders again. "All boys do it when they get older, Kelvin. You shouldn't be embarrassed about it," he said. "I'm not," I said, though I knew that both of us were blush- ing with equal brightness. "Why do they do it?" I asked with boyish bashfulness. Eric smiled and shrugged. "Because it feels good," he said. "Besides, if you can't learn to love a boy, you can't learn to love a woman. That's what they teach us in Sunday school." "Why would you want to do that?" I asked, thinking that being naked with a woman would be really perverted. "So you can make babies," he grinned at my innocence. "Don't worry; you don't have to worry about that for a few years. You don't have to get married until you're fourteen." "Oh," I said, though I was more confused now than I had been before. "Come on," Eric said, crawling back on the bed and laying down with his head on the pillows. I smiled in spite of myself and lay down next to him. He grinned into my face and I knew that he was a happy, playful boy again, the one I had fallen in love with that day. I felt his big hands begin rubbing across my little chest and belly through the bathrobe and gazed into his deep brown eyes in adoration. "I like your penis," he blushed and my body jerked as I felt him reach down and squeeze my small boy bulge. "Why?" I asked, blushing through my smile as my breathing already began to grow deeper. The boy's fingers were moving rhythmically over the bulge and it felt delightful. "Because it's so pretty," he smiled into my boyish face. "Yours is so big," I blushed, feeling like I was suppose to say something in return. "That's because I'm older. You're still a little boy." "Oh," I said again, no less confused. I could feel my penis stiffening beneath the robe and pajamas and I smiled in embarrassment as I heard Erin grinning beside my ear. It didn't take more than a second or two for the little thing to grow stiff as a board and I felt the ticklish pleasure in my testicles that was quickly growing to feel familiar. I looked up at Eric and he was smiling into my young face filled with adoration. I blushed downward and looked at his baby soft chest, partially exposed beneath his overalls, his skin looking so smooth and warm as he fondled my boyhood. I could feel his long fingers slipping beneath my bathrobe, parting it beneath the sash that held it shut so he could hold my little erection di- rectly through my pajamas. "Why does it get so hard?" I asked, trembling with excite- ment. "So it feels, good," the boy explained, consciously neglect- ing to tell me about how babies are made. The pajamas were made from a very light fabric and it almost felt like he was actually holding my penis. I could feel the fabric rubbing over my naked, sensitive penis head, however, and that reminded me that he wasn't. He let my tiny erection go and his big hand moved to the sash that held the robe shut. I could feel his eyes still gazing into my face as I watched him undo the sash, tossing the ends to the sides and slowly spreading the edges of the robe apart until I lay exposed in my pajamas. His hand instantly returned to my chest and belly, rubbing them through just the soft fabric of the pajamas now, my small, skinny body feeling almost naked. I could see the little bulge between my legs poking out for attention, the young thing throbbing childishly in expectation. Eric kissed my smooth cheek as his hand slid up my little chest and tenderly unfastened the top button to my pajamas. I lay still and unmoving, allowing the older boy to guide me as his age and experience permitted him to do. He kissed me again as his fingers slid down the exposed part of my little chest and slowly undid the next button, my soft, pale skin slowly bared. My skin looked so pale against his brown hand, not white, but a very light shade of pink that looked innocent and childish. The thirteen year old moved so slowly and lovingly and I felt his affection as his fingers spread my pajama shirt wider until he could see my erect little nipples. I jumped in reflexive innocence as I felt him sitting up, moving his head down until he could kiss my chest and lick my nipples until they grew still tinier with excitement. As he licked my chest, his hand undid another button and he was able to lick lower, over my sternum and little rib cage until my belly started to shiver with anticipation. His hand undid the fourth and final button and he continued to lick me as his fingers gently spread the shirt wide open, baring all of my little chest and soft belly. I couldn't stop my boy muscles from quivering as he licked my little belly button, his tongue feeling warm and slimy, making my penis feel eager to feel his mouth sucking on it again. His hands now took hold of my skinny ribs and began rubbing up and down on them as his tongue continued to tickle and excite my small belly. He pressed the shirt still wider as his fingers slipped beneath my underarms, tickled the smooth, hair- less skin there until I panted with excited pleasure. It was a different pleasure from orgasm, and not near so intense, but it was wonderful nonetheless and I smiled through my panting. My chest felt so small beneath his big hands and I felt very beauti- ful. He licked up my chest again and I gasped and smiled bigger as his tongue slid across my hairless underarms, his hands rubbing my ribs until I whimpered happily. He kept doing this for this several minutes and I was filled with warmth, the only trouble being that, by the time he finished, my penis was frantic and aching with a desire to be next. He sat up with a delighted smile, obviously enjoying my childish excitement. His hands slipped over my little shoulders and helped me to sit up as he pressed the robe and shirt back over them. It was a little clumsy, but we managed to get my skinny arms free and I lay back down on the bed with my chest and upper body naked. Eric instantly went back to work on the bare skin, sticking his tongue into my armpits, holding and rubbing all over my skinny chest and belly. I was so horny after a few minutes of this I felt ready to beg him to suck my little penis. Instead, I just lay there with my arms at my sides panting and whimpering. I looked at the boy's bare shoulders and could see the small mounds of his boy chest beneath his overalls. I could even see his little nipples standing erect on his smooth skin. Filled with nervous bashfulness, I reached out my small hand and found the button that held the straps over his shoulders and held the front panel of his overalls over his beautiful chest. I trembled as I undid the button and could feel Eric's lips smiling against my chest as the panel fell free from that side. His nipple was bared and I could see up under his arms at his smooth skin. To reach the other button, I had to use my other hand and Eric obligingly moved enough so I could reach beneath his body. I felt his smooth shoulder as my fingers searched for the button and awkwardly undid it. Now the panel fell completely free to his belly and the warm softness of his pale brown chest and abdomen were bared. He stopped licking and kissing my chest long enough to push the straps off his shoulders then quickly returned to exciting my small body. Awkwardly I reached out and rubbed my palm over the baby soft skin that covered his hard ribs. He was incredibly soft and smooth and my skinny arm struggled to rub his chest and feel his little nipples. Eric finally lifted his head from my boy chest and I swallowed uncertainly as I felt him crawling on top of me. His bare chest rubbed across mine and he smiled down at me as I felt his slender body slide between my legs, the rough denim rubbing across my sensitive erection through my pajama bottoms. The older boy's elbows pressed against the bed to support him but I could feel the wonderful pleasure of his body weighing down on my chest, exciting me as I panted harder to breathe. His arms held mine partly pinned, but I was still able to reach my hands up and hold to his abdomen, which I did marveling at the soft warmth of his body. Between my legs, I could feel the huge, throbbing length of his seven inch manhood bulging against my little erection and belly, the thought of which seemed as excit- ing to me as thinking about my own little boyhood. He didn't rub it against me, but the beating of our hearts and swelling of our bare chests pressed together made it almost unnecessary for us to move. The pleasure between my legs was growing greater and Eric was breathing heavier, sometimes moaning, smiling all the time. He lay his head on my shoulder, his dark brown hair rubbing against my neck, as his hands rubbed up and down on my sides. I didn't understand why he was so entranced by this prolonged foreplay, but it felt nice so I forced myself not to rush it despite the hungry desires in my penis. "Ohhh," Eric sighed and moaned as he slowly crawled off me again. He lay down beside me and pressed his small, hard chest against my side, smiling at my innocent gaze. His hand again rubbed up and down on my skinny chest and belly and his slimy lips again kissed my face. I felt my belly shiver as his fingers slid down over it, tenderly holding the little bulge of my erec- tion again. He rubbed it rhythmically through my pajamas and smiled as he watched the pleasure and wonder fill my face and blue eyes. "Are you horny?" he asked, grinning and blushing at me. "What does that mean?" I asked blushing as brightly as he was. It means your penis wants to do it really bad," he giggled as he fondled my erection. I nodded quickly in answer. "Are you?" I asked, looking into his cute face innocently. "Yeah," he grinned. "I'm always horny." He seemed to think this was funny and giggled. His eyes didn't leave mine, but I felt his big hand reaching for the snaps to my pajamas. He jerked the fly open with one tug and cool air caressed my hair- less little erection. Not for long, however, for Eric quickly slipped his hand down and lay his palm on top of my pulsing boyhood completely covering it, his fingers petting my soft, hairless testicles. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen," he blushed, still smiling as he pet my hairless penis. It embarrassed me when he said this, but I just swallowed and looked at him, feeling his warm hand between my excited legs. The pubescent boy kissed my face again then sat back up, his mouth again moving to my chest, lips kissing it lovingly, tongue sliding across my boy nipples. His hand didn't leave my penis and I could still feel him feeling the hairless skin between my legs. His other hand held to my little chest and I grew still more excited as I felt his lips and tongue working their way down my ribs and belly. I knew he was going to suck on my penis. I was certain of it, but that didn't stop my body from jerking as his hand slid to my skinny thigh and his lips kissed my little penis head. He was in no hurry to suck on me and I first had to suffer in the in- tense excitement of his lips kissing the hairless skin that surrounded it, his tongue licking all around the hairless base of my penis, over the hairless mound between my legs, across my small testicles. When his tongue had tasted all of the hairless innocence that surrounded it, I felt his lips kissing my skinny, two inch penis shaft, opening slightly, making the promise of his slimy mouth as he slid the inside of his lips up and down my stiff boyhood. I was panting very quickly by this time and whimpering in intense excitement, praying that the boy would hurry and swallow my penis. Not that his kissing lips weren't extremely exciting as well for he used them expertly against my skinny little penis, pressing my little purple penis head back against my belly as he kissed it, my mind slipping away from reality as I lost myself in the joy of my little cock. I cried desperately as he started to lick all the way up my rock hard penis, his slimy tongue sliding all over the pale skin, up across the brightly shining head until I was a mass of aching pleasure. Giggling and grinning with delight, the tall boy crawled down and pulled my pajama bottoms down my skinny, hairless legs until I lay naked and gasping, eager for him to get on with it. I could not believe how hard my penis was and how much it begged me to release it from its intense erection. I stared in eagerness as the boy got on his knees and moved up between my naked legs, watched intently as his hands again started playing with my desperate erection. Waning to cry with desire, I almost begged him to hurry but he was leaning over again and I thought that he would at last suck me off. He didn't however, just started kissing and licking my boyhood again, all over the hairless skin around it, all over my little balls, all up the skinny, two inch shaft and tiny, purple penis head. When I thought I could bare no more of his foreplay, I felt his hand slip between my legs, his thumb and forefinger taking hold of the hairless base of my penis, pointing the little thing straight up at his mouth. He kissed it again, his lips now pressing directly against the tiny, little slit, now gaping open in a tiny hole eager to squirt out my boy juice. He kissed it several times, again just opening his mouth so slimy inside of his lips could rub against it. My body squirmed slightly on the bed and in the distant place where my young mind was hiding safely from my frantic excitement, I knew I was going to climax at any second. Still pointing my two inch erection straight upward, Eric slowly tightened his slender lips and pressed them down against my little penis head. I could feel them pursing together very tightly and the boy pressed them down still harder until my frantic boyhood eagerly poked at the slimy opening. I felt them part, felt them move ever so slowly over my penis head, felt the tight warmth growing from my little boy slit down over my head. It seemed to take forever for them to completely cover the head and I was crying loudly with uncontrollable ecstacy by the time his lips touched my pale, skinny penis shaft. He held his lips there for a moment, gently sucking on just the tiny head and his fingers slowly moved from my belly to hold to my thigh. My little penis was now sticking straight up from my hairless belly and pubic mound, an inch and a half of hard, white, skinny erec- tion sticking straight into the older boy's slender lips. I was crying so loudly that I would have been ashamed and frightened that someone would hear if I could only have thought about any- thing other than my penis. Eric sat between my legs with each of his hands on my soft, skinny thighs, his cheeks sunken in and glowing red as he sucked my little penis head, my blue eyes staring in excitement and astonished awe as I felt orgasm starting to sweep over me. If he had held it there, I would have climaxed frantically, but the pubescent boy suddenly plunged his mouth downward, swallowing all of my two inch penis, his warm, slimy saliva and mushy tongue coating it with a sudden flood of pleasure. This disrupted my orgasm momentarily and the boy quickly pulled his lips back up and plunged downward again. Unlike the slow, rhythmic things he had done that afternoon, Eric was now rubbing my penis frantically in and out of his mouth, his lips plunging down and kissing the hairless base of my penis then sliding back up the skinny shaft and repeating the process. He did this so quickly and so rhythmically that I was soon squirming madly, crying so loudly that the entire house must have heard my high pitched, prepubescent wails. No amount of excitement in me could stop the boy and I stared at my little erection as it was shoved in and out of his mouth with alarming speed. The boy's neck must have hurt so quickly and expertly did he suck on me, his smooth chest looking beautiful against the pale softness of my belly and legs. I couldn't see my testicles, nothing but the soft, pale skin between my legs and the skinny little penis of my childhood disappearing in and out of his young mouth. This was an entirely new pleasure. In part it was the same, but it was so fast and so frantic that it released hidden in- stincts of passion in me, filled my young innocence to the break- ing point with fanatic desire and prepubescent madness. When the fantastic strength of orgasm overwhelmed me it was filled with animalistic demand and angry determination. My high pitched voice squealed with rhythmic grunts as my penis and hips exploded in frantic jerks, my entire body shuddering madly, muscles in my neck and legs cramping with an unbelievable explosion of contor- tions and gyrations. It hurt desperately and was so overwhelming that I started to cry for real, loudly, feeling the bed shaking, almost bouncing beneath my poor, afflicted little body. It seemed to go on forever and, despite the pain, my little muscles could- n't stop from flexing and cramping with determined excitement. My eyes continued to stare at the hairless little penis between my legs as the boy kept sucking up and down on it and I almost begged him to stop, so terrified was I of my total explosion of passion. Finally it started to leave me, but not so rapidly as my previous two orgasms had. This time it held on, my little body jerking more slowly, but still jerking, still filled with excite- ment. I came back to reality by degrees, slowly feeling my chest and arms relax before my legs and hips finally found a way to stop their mad bucking. I was crying as I finally regained control and lay there in childish fear and astonishment as I felt Eric let my penis go. "Are you okay, Kelvin?" he asked, his adorable face filled with more concern than I could have thought possible. I nodded, but I couldn't stop from crying. Than gangly young boy quickly crawled from between my legs and came to me, lifting my small body in his arms and holding me, his big hands lovingly stroking my blond hair and thin shoulders. "You poor baby," he said, sounding like Mama. "I'm sorry, Kelvin." He held me tightly and I felt small and helpless in his strong, sinewy arms. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I felt bad that I had scared him and soon managed to stop my sobbing and childish antics. I sniffled and held to his small, naked chest and back, gradually ordering myself to relax and not to worry him. "I'm okay," I sniffled. "God, I've never seen a boy have one so hard before," he said, still stroking my skinny body. I let go of him and brushed the tears from my face. "I'm okay," I said again. "Did it scare you?" He asked, still holding my skinny arms. I nodded. "I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear," he said, his voice filled with worry and concern. My small hands rubbed my shoulders and collarbones where the muscles felt stretched to the breaking point. I looked down at my penis with renewed uncertainty. Unlike before, it now lay totally spent without a trace of erection, as if all the desires within it had been released for a lifetime. It glowed a raw, red color and was covered with Eric's slime. "Does it hurt?" he asked, watching me rubbing my aching muscles. I nodded, despite my desire not to make him feel guilty. "Here," he said, taking hold of my shoulders and guiding me to lay down again. His hands quickly took my place and began massaging my neck and shoulders, doing a much better job than I had been doing. After a few minutes of working on my arms ad neck and little chest, he helped me to roll over and his big hands started massaging my thin shoulder blades and skinny back. "It must be because you're a Kovz Boy," he said, eager for an explanation. "Maybe they can't take too much playing." His young voice was so soothing, so filled with love and concern. After a few minutes, I truly began to relax and felt much better as he rubbed my bare thighs and eased my entire body of the aching tightness. I was astonished that no one came in to find out what all the screaming was about, but they were apparently used to excited boys in this house, no matter how loud they got. By the time Eric finally lifted me into his arms again, my terror and pain had left and I felt fully relieved and warm inside. I let him hold me and love me for a long time, and finally smiled when he let me go. He smiled back, his face filled with relief that I was okay. "You'll feel fine tomorrow," he said, gently petting my smooth face. he stood up and I gazed at his tall beautiful body as he pealed the overalls down. His penis was dangling between his legs almost its full seven inches, but it was limp as if the boy's concern for me had made him forget all about his own pleas- ure. "We'll get a good night's sleep tonight." "What about you?" I blushed at my audacity, looking away as the naked boy started to crawl under the covers. He looked at me and swallowed, as if torn between his body's desires and his fear of hurting me. "You should sleep," he said, excusing me. "But... but you said I had to eat a lot of sperm to grow up," I said, remembering his words from that afternoon. "Yeah, but..." I turned away blushing. "I like seeing you do it," I said in embarrassment. Eric smiled and put the covers back in place. He crawled back on the bed and kissed me, guiding me to lay down beside him. With one arm wrapped around my shoulders and holding me against his chest, the boy took hold of his penis and started fondling it. I lay with one arm across his smooth body, my face laying against his tiny nipple, looking down his long, slender body to his big penis. It grew erect rather quickly as he felt it and rubbed across my shoulder blades and he took it in his fist and started pulling the foreskin back, revealing the big brown head. This felt very nice and I lay smiling as I watched him masturbat- ing again. I still felt intensely eager to suck on his like he had mine, but, despite all Eric's soothing, I did still feel exhausted and was content to let him do it himself. He seemed to like it just as much and was smiling just to hold me and have me watching him. I rubbed my skinny arm up and down on his ribs and held lovingly to his small chest to remind him that he had a little boy in his arms. It was so pleasant to watch his soft brown foreskin rubbing his penis head and to feel his slender body growing hard with gently growing pleasure. He didn't rub with the same intensity he had that afternoon and, instead, slowly built his pleasure up with gentle determination. This was very pretty to watch and he was soon moaning softly, his chest vibrat- ing against mine. Although I watched his skinny thighs and thin belly rippling slowly, I was surprised when his hips started to jerk and his beautiful penis head started squirting out his beautiful semen. It squirt out against my arm and sprinkled across his chest and belly in little droplets of thin boy juice. His orgasm was much more gentle than it had been earlier that day and infinitely more lovely and pleasant than mine had been and the boy seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did the really passionate ones. Soon, he was laying there holding his dripping penis as it sof- tened, smiling with a warm blush. I smiled as I sat up and started licking his sperm from my arm. His ejaculation had been as strong as before and there was just as much semen. He smiled at me as I blushed and enjoyed his wonderful sperm, holding to my thin shoulders as I leaned over and licked it from his chest and belly. It felt nice and warm, wonderful as it coated my tongue with his sweet, innocent seed. When his body and penis were cleaned of sperm, I lay down beside him and he held me again, weariness overcoming us as our pleasure was sated. "Can I..." I began in embarrassment. "What?" he smiled at my boyish face. "Can I... you know... suck on your penis sometime, too?" I asked. He grinned with pride at me. "Yeah," he said happily. "You can do it tomorrow if you want." I nodded and smiled. We lay there for a long time holding each other, too tired from the day's play to crawl under the covers. Feeling warm and loved against the smooth, beautiful young teenager's body, I dropped into peaceful, innocent slumber. * * * * * There was a happy smile on my face as I slowly came to con- sciousness. For long moments I was aware only of the naked boy in my arms and how soft and smooth his skin felt next to mine. We were laying side by side, his smooth boy chest pressed against mine, his long, smooth legs spread apart and holding my skinny body between them, his big cock pressed directly against my hairless little boyhood. Soon, however, voices began to seep through and I lay still to listen to them. "You knew I didn't want this to happen!" Master Thorne was saying in a loud and angry whisper. "What happen?" Mama's voice brushed him aside. "All I see are two boys sleeping together." "And do you have any idea what the two of them must have been doing all night?!" I could feel the fury in his voice and stayed quiet more from fear than curiosity. "I imagine they played those same boyhood games that you used to play..." she replied, the smile heavy in her voice. "Yes, I specifically said I didn't want Eric playing with that boy after the little stunt they pulled yesterday. That Kovz Boy cost me an awful lot of money!" he almost screamed, cutting off the end to keep from waking us. "Honestly, Master Thorne. What is all this silliness about Kovz boys or whatever it is you call them?" "He's a very special breed of boy. They say a boy who learns it with a Kovz Boy is certain to have only boy children." "Oh, posh. Look at them laying there. Poor dears must not have gotten any sleep at all." She laughed a little bit and I half expected to hear Master Thorne hit her. There was a long pause and I could feel their eyes on us. This terrified me, for I knew we were both stark naked and that we'd never crawled beneath the covers meaning they could clearly see us hugging each other and our naked penises pressed together. "That Eric's going to fetch you a fine dowry, Master Thorne. Dear boy just plays all day long." "Yeah," the man agreed in a quieter voice. "Can you believe how big his penis is, and he's still growing, too." "Yes, sir, and I'm willing to bet that little child will bring you a fine price, too. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier boy. Look at his little penis." "Eh. They say a Kovz Boy isn't any good for breeding. Most of them never grow up at all. They're just little boys all their lives. I really didn't want Eric to play with him last night. I was going to have the whole town over when he taught the boy the first time." "Not a whole lot you can do, now," Mama laughed. "Child belongs to Eric now and it shore don't look like he's going to let him go. Poor dear's been so alone since Calvin left. Seems he's always having to play with himself. That ain't no way for a boy to grow up." "Well, he's got that little boy now and when he's off and married I can rent that boy to some of the other men in town. They'd pay a good price to let their sons play with a Kovz Boy for a few years." I could feel Eric's soft, smooth body beginning to stir beside me and I pretended to be waking up with him. "Mama..." Eric's young voice cracked as he tried to cover our naked bodies. "Oh, posh," Mama smiled coming over to us. "Don't you be shy now, Master Eric. I just come to tell you breakfast is ready." We were both in awkward positions. Either we rolled over and bared our naked penises to the woman, or we lay there with our naked bodies still holding each other. We decided that having our penises seen was less embarrassing. In either case, we were blushing tremendously as our bodies parted and our bleary eyes tried to find something to cover ourselves. Eric looked nervously up at his father as he pulled a blanket up over his big cock, his skinny brown body looking so small and timid. "Well, young man," Master Thorne said firmly. "What do you have to say for yourself? You get a spanking last night for playing with that child before I could give him to you and then you turn right around and spend the night with him." Eric didn't say anything. His deep brown eyes just watched his father fear- fully. "Eric, he could have tried to escape. I wanted to make sure he was house trained before you started playing with him," Thorne continued, getting nothing out of Eric but his bashful eyes. "Couldn't you have just waited?" Still, Eric didn't say anything and Thorne finally shook his head leaving the room. "Uh... can we have breakfast in here, Mama?" the young boy asked nervously, as soon as his father was gone. "Of course, you can, dear," she replied standing and starting for the door. "You boys take all the time you need. I'll knock when I come back. But remember, the church social is today and I'd like it if both you boys'd come." She left the room and closed the door. I was searching for my underwear, but Eric fell back on the bed still naked. "Golly, can't a guy get any privacy." I was so embarrassed that all I could do was smile bashfully at him and try to untangle my underpants enough to put them on. "You don't have to get dressed," Eric said, his soft hand gently stroking my back as I sat pulling the underwear up my legs. "I know," I said, though I knew nothing of the sort. The idea that we had done what we had done and that everybody knew about it sent nervous chills of embarrassment down my spine. Eric giggled. "I was embarrassed, too, the first time," he said. I was so curious that I sat there in my underpants and turned to listen to him. "It was this big affair, the day Pa decided it was time for me to learn. We had this big dinner with all the town over... then Pa proposed this toast, and the next thing I knew Gary was taking me into the other room." He paused for a long moment, his face blushing at the memory. "Everybody just stayed there and listened to us through the door. I didn't know what Gary was doing to me, but he was loud so I was loud. Then we went back to the dinner table and everybody clapped." He was so embarrassed to be telling me that he didn't even look at me, just lay there blushing and looking beautiful. "That's the way it's normally done," he sighed sitting up, his big, young penis falling between his creamy thighs. "Some big show when a guy does it his first time. That's what Pa wanted us to do last night and why he was so mad that we did it at the swimming hole." I sat uncertainly, not knowing what to do or say. I was more confused by his words than sympathetic, however, for I really had no idea what he was talking about. Eric picked up his underwear and I sat silent and innocent watching him pull them on. When he was finished, he lay back on the bed resting on one elbow and smiling at me. "I really like being with you," he blushed. I just swallowed with embarrassment. I should have told him how much I loved being with him, but I was too shy, just sat there blushing and nervously pulling at the bedspread. "Well, what should we do today?" he grinned, his half naked body still laying on one elbow. I shrugged my bare shoulders. "I think we're supposed to go to the church social," I said not looking at him. "We don't have to if we don't want to. We could go swimming or horse riding or anything." "I think Mama wants us to go," I said softly. "Okay," the boy replied even more softly. We looked up at the same moment and our eyes met. "Are you mad at me?" he asked, blushing. "No," I said confused. "What do you mean?" "Nothing. I'm just being stupid." We sat in silence for a moment, then our eyes met again and he smiled. There was a knock at the door and Mama waited for our call before coming in. She brought in a huge tray of breakfast things and neither of us dressed before digging in. "That's it," Mama teased. "Eat all my food like hogs." We both giggled and she smiled at us. "Lord it's nice to have happy boys again." She started toward the door then turned. "You boys want a bath before the social?" We hadn't even said we were going. "Yes, Mama," Eric said around a mouthful of chicken. "One bath or two?" she asked cautiously. Eric's eyes shot to me, but when I just sat there looking at him he turned back to Mama. "Just one," he said. "Well, that'll save on boiling water..." She left and Eric giggled. He looked so tickled that I giggled too. After breakfast, we put on two matching, dark blue bath robes and went giggling down the halls and down the stairs to the bathroom. It was a nice place, all wood covered, the huge tub set into a large deck above the floor. Eric led me up the few steps to the deck and I watched him undo his robe. With a bash- ful grin at me, he peeled his underwear down his legs and I watched his big penis emerge from the huge bulge in the cotton. He tossed it on the deck and his naked body slowly reached out a bare foot and tested the water with his toes. "Yiii," he gasped jerking his foot away and holding his slender chest in his arms. "It's cold. Mama!" The woman came scurrying in with a serving girl, a big pot of steaming water between them. "Mercy, child, give me a moment." Eric didn't seem too embarrassed about being naked in front of the serving girl but I was glad my robe was still on. She scarcely even looked at us, but I was still glad. The other boy stood there somewhat impatiently and waited as they lifted the big pot and poured the hot water into the tub. "Try that, honey," Mama said, wiping her brow as they lowered the pot. The naked boy again stuck his toe into the water and a beautiful smile touched his lips. "Perfect," he sighed. "Well, it's about time something was," the woman exclaimed leading the girl back out the door. "You boys want anything else?" she asked. "No, Mama," Eric said. "But could you keep people out of here for a while?" He was blushing now but Mama just smiled in conspiracy. "Of course, honey. You boys take all the time you need." She closed the door and the two of us stood there alone. Eric turned and grinned at me, a cute, boyish grin but one that made his eyes twinkle with a gleam of sexual excitement. He came slowly over to me and his large hands started to untie the sash holding my robe shut. I had taken my underpants off and felt my naked body exposed as the boy gently held my small, slender waist and gazed down at my naked little penis. The smile didn't leave his cute, young face as he gently pulled me toward him, his soft body melting against mine as his hands lovingly caressed my sides and back. I could feel his big penis already half hard rubbing against my belly and his soft foreskin against my hairless, little testicles. I was nervous and blushing, knowing what he was doing but uncertain if I wanted to do it again, as I felt his hands slide across my shoulders and gently press the robe over them until it slid down my arms and fell in a pile on the floor. Eric seemed so tall as he hugged me again, his smooth face leaning down to rub his cheek against my blond hair. His hands continued to explore my soft, thin shoulders as he very tenderly pressed his hips against me. Nervous and awkward, I gradually wrapped my arms around his slender waist and lay my face against his soft chest. In seconds his half hard cock flared out in erection and the hard meat seemed to push my body away from it until the boy managed to slide it up against my belly. It felt hot and I could feel it throbbing against my firm abdomen. "Are we going to do it again, Eric?" my young voice asked against his chest. "Yeah," Eric giggled. "Don't you want to?" I shrugged my bare shoulders. "I guess so..." "Come on," he grinned stepping away and pulling my hand toward the tub. "It'll be fun." He walked backwards as he stepped back into the steaming tub and led my hands down after him. I stepped in enjoying the feel of the warm water and finally smiled at him. His cock still pulsed madly between us, the shiny head pressing through his rubbery foreskin, and I soon felt the same desire to hold it again. Eric finally let go of my hands and his body bobbed down in the water. I walked down the steps after him and bent my knees until the warm, clear liquid lapped about my neck facing him. Still grinning, the boy straightened his legs and raised his body until the head of his beautiful penis cleared the water and pulsed upward. We both giggled looking at it, and Eric let four more inches poke out before slowly sliding it back down beneath the surface. "The creature in the Thorne's bath," the boy said giggling as he stuck it back out again. I giggled with him, still kneeling in the water and watching the gorgeous young teenager. Smiling boyishly, I reached out my hand and gently grabbed the throbbing meat and Eric giggled louder as my small fingers managed to pull his foreskin back and reveal the shining purplish brown head of his dick. The boy was incredibly hard and the head looked utterly smooth and beautifully formed with his big erection. He lowered himself back in the water giggling and I watched his brown foreskin slide across the head until the boy was back under water. His arms stroked backward slowly as he maneuvered his pretty body back onto the steps leading out the far side. I could see his cute, hairless armpits as he held his arms out for me. "Come here," he grinned. I swam toward him smiling and felt him turn my small body until it was laying on the steps beside him, the water running up to my chest, but so clear my little penis was easy to see as was the huge penis and soft peach fuzz between Eric's soft thighs. He held my thin shoulders with one arm and turned his head to kiss my hair and forehead. Feeling good against him, my hand reached out to his chest and began to stroke it gently. It felt hard and very smooth in the water, the ridges of his young mus- cles and slender ribs firm against my fingers. Despite the heat of the water, the boy's brown nipples were still small and erect. He was still kissing me softly as I led my hand down to rub across the firm muscles of his smooth, hairless abdomen and the small hole of his young belly button. His cock began to throb against the back of my hand and I gazed at it for long moments pulsing madly. The water magnified its size and his foreskin looked smoother and even more fleshy. His hairless, brown scro- tum clung less tightly to his big testicles and I could see them hanging slightly in the soft sack. Around the magnified image of his penis, I could see the pretty, dark shadow of his soft peach fuzz and allowed my hand to slip farther down until I could pet them feeling the soft mound between his legs. He was hugging my thin body and holding to my bare shoulder still kissing my face as my fingers slowly wrapped around the thick base of his penis and he moaned softly as they slowly felt up the long, fleshy seven inches of his young organ. I could hear him gasping against my ear and felt his legs spreading wider as my little fingers felt him out, too small even to reach around his big cock. His whole body twitched as my hand tightened into a fist, feeling his penis throb rhythmically, and pulled his foreskin up until it covered his big head and formed a fleshy nipple at the end. "Yeah," he sighed, his mouth open as he dragged his lips across my cheek and forehead. I pulled the foreskin back toward his balls and the boy stiffened tensely and stared down as his beautiful head reemerged even shinier. "Wait," he gasped gently pulling my hand from his dick. He was still panting as his butt slid up two more steps pulling his penis clear of the water. "You're supposed to learn how to suck today," he grinned at me. "What do I do?" I asked confused. "Come up here," the young teenager said, his fingers rubbing my underarms as he pulled me up between his legs. Soon my face was practically pressed against his big testicles. "No," the boy giggled. "You'll have to get farther up." He pulled me higher until I could feel his scrotum and the base of his penis against my chest and neck, the throbbing knob now just below my nose. The boy panted louder. "Now, pull the skin back." I grabbed his thick cock and again pulled back on it until the head shown clear of his foreskin. "Go ahead," he gasped desperately, his hard, naked body already showing signs of his intense excitement. The thirteen year old boy was so excited I delayed a moment looking up at the desperation in his smiling face, then my eyes slowly slipped down his rippling young body and stared full on his big penis head, now looking more purple than brown. Taking my cue from what he had done to my little penis the previous day, I kissed his cock first, felt the hard, shiny skin pulse against my lips. It felt wonderful, so hard and smooth, yet soft beneath the boy's soft skin. I wanted to taste it and opened my lips just enough to rub his dick against the slimy insides. It tasted like any other part of the boy might, kind of like my arm might taste after a bath, clean and exciting. Wanting to taste more, I licked the hard head and tasted it full on my slimy tongue. Eric got so excited by this that he closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side, smiling and gasping like a young angel. Again I pressed the hard head against my lips and slowly pressed it between them, feeling my slimy mouth encircle the hard throbbing thing and feeling it warm and smooth on my tongue. As I had learned the previous night, the boy was too big for my mouth to hold more than the head, but this I held to tenderly being careful not to bite it with the teeth it was pulsing against. Eric had said suck, so I very gently sucked on it, felt my cheeks sink in as my slimy tongue licked back and forth across the firm ridge around the bottom. "Rub it too," Eric moaned loudly, and I remembered the throb- bing shaft still warm in my hand. I started masturbating him and he moaned even louder, so loud that I knew half the house must have heard him. I just lay there feeling his smooth legs rub against my naked sides as the boy pumped his hips, his body squirming slowly. "That's it!" Eric's boyish voice cracked, his eyes still closed as he smiled and twisted his soft neck. "Do it faster!" I did as I was told and soon the boy was grunting, his body squirming faster, his smooth face filled with beautiful pleasure. I almost coughed when I felt his penis squirting liquid into my mouth, tasted the wonderful sweetness of his boy cream. "Don't stop!" he cried loudly as I paused and tasted his juice. I started rubbing him again and still sucked gently and the boy quickly radiated intense orgasmic joy. He grunted and wailed ever louder and I could feel his body squirming faster. "Oh," he cried. "Oooooohhh!" The room literally echoed with his loud, delighted moans. His ribs poked from his chest as his slender body arched and I stared at the hard beauty of his smooth, hair- less skin. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted loudly as orgasm seized him forcing him to thrust his hips out at my face with pubescent strength. Again I felt his penis squirting into my mouth, felt the warm, sweet cream coat his penis before I managed to swallow it. He ejaculated more juice this second time and it tasted even better with his young sperm. I started to let his penis go so I could swallow his sperm easier, but the boy's large hands grabbed my blond hair and held my head between his legs. His hips slowed their bucking and he pushed them slowly upward my head riding his penis as I felt it ooze more cream from the small slit on the hard head. I was still holding his foreskin back and realized suddenly how much my forearm ached with my tight grip. Eric's beautiful body slowly relaxed and he smiled with sheer happiness as he grew limp against the stairs, his young muscles exhausted by his powerful orgasm. He still moaned, but they were sweet, quiet moans from deep in his boyish chest. I could feel his fingers stroking my hair and could feel his big penis growing softer in my mouth. I had managed to swallow almost all his boy cream though a little bit trickled down my chin. He made no move to let my head free from his cock, so I just lay there sucking gently on it. It became more difficult to keep his foreskin back as his penis softened, and his head finally slipped back into it, the rubbery flesh feeling so different from the rock hard erec- tion I'd been sucking. A full minute passed before the boy finally let me up and I let his penis slide from my lips and saw it fall limp and rubbery on his belly, glowing red and coated with my saliva. His fore- skin completed covered his penis now and it looked a pretty shade of brown blending in with his smooth, brown scrotum. Eric sat up as I stared at his penis and kissed his sperm from my chin, then kissed my lips. He was still gasping, his small, muscular chest swelling with youthful beauty. "That felt so good," he blushed up at me as he lay his naked body back down. I slid down the youth's hairless legs and float- ed back in the water, the little penis between my legs still limp as I smiled back at the incredible beauty of his satisfied body. He grinned back, and slid down into the water after me. His large hands immediately began caressing my small naked body, more than once fondling the small, hairless boyhood between my legs. He seemed to accept the fact that I didn't have an erection with happy nonchalance, just liked to play with me. "Come on," he said, standing and walking to the side. "I'll wash you." He picked up a cake of soap and smiled at me as I stood up near him. "No," he grinned. "Lay down up there so I can reach everything." I was a little shy about this suggestion, but did as I was told and climbed out of the pool laying my naked body down near the edge. My naked, little penis lay in its hairless youth on my small pink scrotum and I giggled down at it, expecting the boy to play with it. Eric didn't grab the little boyhood, however. He was grin- ning like the Cheshire Cat as he knelt on his knees against the side of the tub, his large hands lathering up with the soap. He started at my shoulders and the delightful touch of his slimy hands made me giggle. It felt ticklish and the slimy soap made my skin feel even softer and smoother as he rubbed me. He rubbed soap across my small chest and tiny purple nipples and slipped his slimy hands down under my arms to rub my armpits and all down my baby soft sides. I couldn't help giggling as he went lower on me, his hands tickling my little tummy until my face grew red with embarrassed delight. The boy bypassed my penis, and went directly to my legs, rubbing soap all along my smooth, hairless thighs and slender calves, making me laugh as he washed my feet. He grinned at my face as he worked slowly back up my thin legs, his large hands rubbing along my inner thighs, moving ever closer to my boyhood. I was gasping by the time I felt his slimy fin- gers rubbing the bottom of my pink scrotum, probing the little brown hole to my butt. My penis felt a brief tingle then stif- fened rapidly until its slender two inch length throbbed with boyish erection. We both giggled as I blushed and Eric tenderly fondled my little testicles, covering my hairless scrotum in slimy soap, his large hands making the small sack of skin and little balls feel smaller. I could feel his fingers probe along the base of my penis as the soap coated the smooth, hairless mound. He felt across the soft skin for a long while as I blushed brighter and brighter. Gingerly, the thirteen year old's fingers took hold of my little erection, playing with it until the purple head shined beneath a layer of slimy soap. He held it, feeling it throbbing between his fingers, and I half expected him to masturbate me. I was growing so horny by his caresses, I was eager to feel my boyish pleasure again. But Eric didn't rub my stiff boyhood. Instead, his slimy hands held to my skinny belly and both stroked up my slimy body making me convulse in excited giggles. His soft palms began to rub faster across my body and I squealed in laugh- ter, tickled so much I couldn't breathe. Eric just laughed and kept rubbing across my belly and chest, occasionally rubbing across my penis to keep it stiff and frantic for orgasm. "Eric!" I giggled. "Stop it! I can't breathe!" Finally the cute, naked boy's hands slowed and came to a rest holding my slender abdomen. He knelt smiling at me and I smiled in embar- rassed love for him, my breath still quick from my exertion. My naked body was covered with slimy soap and my little penis throbbed between my legs in lather. "You want to stick it in my bottom?" he blushed, one of his hands slowly rubbing up my chest and fingering my little nipple. I grew serious when he said that, for my mind was filled with the pain the boys had caused me in the orphanage. "Inside it?" I swallowed nervously. "Yeah," the boy blushed, his hand sliding back down to hold my belly. I didn't say anything, just looked down at my pulsing penis confused. "Come on," Eric said, standing in the water and walking up the steps. "Don't wash off," the boy stopped me when I started to climb in the pool. It's fun when you're slimy." I sat up on my knees and watched as the boy grabbed his bathrobe and put it on a pile on the deck. He crawled down on all fours so that the robe was between his legs and I could see his big penis dangling beneath his body. "Well, come on," his voice cracked. He was blushing as bright red as I was, but I got up on my knees and moved toward him, my stiff little penis sticking straight out from my body. "No, get behind me and put your knees on the robe." I did as the boy told me, staring at his smooth, round bottom as I neared it. I could see his spine sticking out the length of his slender back and the pretty ripples of his should- ers and shoulder blades where his back broadened in smooth, brown skin. I could also see, however, between the smooth cheeks of the boy's butt, a small, dark brown, hairless hole where I was expected to stick my penis. "Go ahead," he urged me, his cute face twisted around to watch as much as possible. I looked down at my throbbing little penis, still covered with the soap that coated my body. It looked so small and innocent with its hairless pink skin. Then I looked at Eric's tight, little butthole again and felt nervous butterflies in my stomach. Eric didn't rush me as I slid my hips closer to him, holding his hips to steady myself. My little purple penis head was less then an inch from his small, brown butthole, and I moved it closer feeling still more nervous. I stared down at it as I placed it against the hole then slowly pressed my hips forward. The stiff little penis immediately slipped up the boy's crack and I felt my little balls against his butt. "Use your hand," he instructed. I was gasping and even letting out little crying moans as I took my little erection in my fingers and again placed the small, purple head against his butthole. I pushed forward again and almost felt the penis slip away again, but my fingers held it pointed straight at the boy's butt and instead I felt the firm resistance of his body. I pressed harder on it and was about to think it wouldn't go in when I suddenly felt his hole opening and saw my little head disappear into it. I gasped immediately and stared at the exposed shaft of my boyhood where it slipped inside the young boy. Still holding it with my fingers, I gently pushed my hips forward and felt the slender little penis slide easily up Eric's butt. It felt tight and warm and I moved my hand allowing me to insert the last of my erection into him until my pink, hairless scrotum was all the way against his butt. "That's it," Eric giggled delightedly. "It feels good. Now lay down on me." Swallowing and panting, I slowly lay my chest down until it was resting on the boy's smooth young back. The soap made us both feel slimy, a pleasure I would have enjoyed more had my penis not been so intensely excited about being in his butt. I lay my cheek down on his shoulder blade and delighted in the warm smoothness of his skin. Without thinking about it, my arms wrapped around his firm chest and I rubbed across it lovingly. "Rub it in and out," the boy said. For a moment I didn't know what he was talking about. When I realized he meant my penis, I began gasping and panting with boyish excitement. It wasn't easy to move very well holding to the naked boy beneath me, but my penis was so small it really didn't matter. All I had to do was pull my hips back slightly and then push them back forward and I soon felt my little erection sliding easily in and out of his butt. The hole was tight, but my penis was so small and slimy with soap that it fucked the boy without problem. Eric giggled at my moans and pants and kept encouraging me to go faster. Soon my little body was fucking him so frantically I looked like I was just jerking on top of him. My hands still caressed the boy's young chest and I managed to stroke his arm- pits and worship the soft, boyish flesh there. I cried out suddenly when I felt my penis slide from his butthole, and was so excited I quickly got up on my knees and grabbed the frantic erection. Without waiting for guidance, I held it against his little butthole and shoved it back into him, the stiff little thing penetrating his body without problem. The reentry caused my pleasure to increase, however, and I lay forward on his back moaning and facing him even more desperately. There was someth- ing intensely pleasing about feeling my penis slide in and out the tight hole, something about feeling his soft body between my legs, something that made my little penis feel big and mature instead of the hairless, little boyhood it was. Eric didn't say anything as I squeezed his slender chest even tighter and let out high pitched grunts of excitement. I could feel his lungs as they expanded for air, felt his smooth body swell with every one. My boyish orgasm climaxed sending my senses reeling and I shoved my little penis into the boy's butt with fierce determination, my body jerking in uncontrollable pleasure. I was still facing him when I came back to earth, my penis still sliding in and out as I lay whimpering with pleasure on his broad, young shoulders. When the hairless, little thing had grown too limp, I pulled it from his tight little hole but still lay with it pressed against the warm crack. I felt so worn out I didn't want to let go of him and continued stroking his smooth, soft, boyish skin. Eric rolled over after a while and grinned lovingly up at me. I lay my exhausted body down on him, felt his big rubbery penis between our bodies as he hugged, and gently petted my thin back. The door opened and Gary stuck his head in staring at our naked, slimy bodies as they hugged each other. "Breakfast is ready," his deep voice said. Eric and I both jumped at the intru- sion but the young adolescent just kept watching us. "Get out of here!" Eric yelled sitting up on his butt, his big penis falling between his legs. "Mama!" Gary's face disap- peared and he slammed the door quickly. I scarcely had time to sit up when the door opened again and Mama entered. "What is it, child?" she asked, scarcely glancing at our naked bodies. "Gary won't leave us alone," the cute boy whined. "Why that... You boys just go back to playing with each other. I'll take care of that young man..." Eric shook his head and sighed at me. "Come on," he said, smiling suddenly with happiness. He crawled over into the tub and held out his arms for me as I crawled in after him. We cleaned each other off, then played games in the water, wrestling and throwing it around the room, the youth's big penis and my little boyhood naked and content. After breakfast, the two of us went to Eric's room to dress. We both wore matching dark blue shorts and baby blue, mesh tank tops with no shoes. It was a warm day, and Eric said we should wear something comfortable to church. Shorts and skimpy tank tops seemed too comfortable to me, but when we arrived at church I was astonished to see that most of the boys our age were stark naked. We rode in on Eric's horse apart from the rest of the family and I was even more astonished when Master Thorne saw us. As soon as we crawled off the horse he grabbed Eric's bare biceps and jerked him aside. "What are you doing in that outfit, young man?" he hissed. Eric tried to look boldly up at him but it was obvious he was only a timid young boy. "We felt like it," he said. "How is anyone supposed to know what you look like if you're wearing clothes?" Eric shrugged, his dark brown eyes now too shy to look back up at the man as he blushed. "Take them off! I want these people to see that penis of yours. Kelvin's, too. There's a new family in town and they're interested in renting him." The man hitched up his slacks and strolled back to the group of men he'd been talking with as if nothing had happened. Eric looked near tears as he tied the horse to the hitching post. "What's wrong?" my little voice asked. "Oh, he wants us to take our clothes off so the people can look at us," he said as if it made sense. "Why?" I asked. The boy blushed brighter and sighed. "Because a lot of people who come here are looking for boys for their girls to marry. Pa thinks they'll pay a lot for me because my penis is so big." "You mean he's trying to sell you?!" I asked in shock. "No. He wants the dowry. There aren't enough boys to go around for all the girls, so the girl whose parents pay the biggest dowry usually gets the boy and they pay more for boys with bigger ones." "Why?" I asked. "Because they think big penises make more boys." "Why does he want me to take mine off? I have a little one." "Yeah, but you're a Kovz Boy. He wants to loan you to someone so their son can play with you." "You mean naked?" I asked, shocked at the thought. "Yeah," my boy sighed, "but don't worry: they can't make you do it if you don't want to. Just say no if you don't like him. Or tell me. I'll tell them for you." I was really confused, but I didn't say anything. Not look- ing at all happy, the cute boy stepped back and pulled his tank top over his head and off. His soft, naked chest looked so ador- able in the warm sunlight. I just watched as he grabbed his shorts and slid them down his legs, his big penis swinging bet- ween his thighs. Horrendously embarrassed, but eager to help my friend, I stripped off my own clothes then blushed at him with a loving smile. He smiled back and I felt his arm wrap around my thin shoulders as he led me toward the group of men talking with his father. If there was a shortage of boys in their community, one wouldn't know it to be at the church social. Naked boys seemed to be everywhere, running, laughing, playing, their young penis- es, some with the beginning stages of pubic hair growth but most as hairless and little as mine, dangling in full view for every- one to see. Women walked around with their daughters, eyeing the boys with obvious interest in their penises, like they were buying cattle or something. Sometimes a boy would stop and I'd stare amazed as the women and girls would examine his penis sometimes even feeling it or stroking his peach fuzz or pubic hair. Other boys seemed to be in pairs, as naked as the others but obviously together. These were examined every bit as much as the others and all the boys blushed nervously when they knew they were being looked at. Eric avoided the meat market, however, and we walked with arms around each other's bodies toward his father. Master Thorne tensed visibly when he saw us approach, my little circumcised penis sitting between my legs. "Ah, John, this must be the boy you brought from the orphan- age," one of the men smiled at me causing me to blush. I could feel his eyes scan my body and felt glad that Eric was holding me. "A Southland boy, eh?" "Uh, no, actually, he's a Kovz Boy," Master Thorne said with casual pride. "Is that true?" another man asked. "I thought that was just a rumor." "Well, now you see," Thorne smiled proudly. The other men again looked at me but even more closely, a degree of awe in their eyes that made me feel even more shy. "A Kovz Boy..." one of them said. "Where'd you get the money for one of them?" "Well, when you've got a boy like Eric, you have to get him the very best." "Looks like Master Eric has a playmate again," the man smiled causing the others to laugh and Eric to blush. "Seems a little young for Eric though isn't he, John?" "Oh, perhaps, but they're such a cute pair of boys, aren't they?" The men nodded agreeably. "Well, if you were looking for a little boy for Eric you could have had my Tommy. He's a little young yet but I'd have paid well for Eric's services. He looks like he has a lot of sperm for a young boy," the man said glancing at Eric's big penis. "Fact, he might be able to handle two boys, John. Boy like that needs a lot of attention." "Yes, well, from the sounds of things around the house, he's getting it," Master Thorne said dryly, causing the men to laugh again. "Eric, how much longer before your birthday?" "Nine months, sir," the boy's voice cracked. "Any bids yet?" the man asked Master Thorne. "Some." "As much as Gary fetched?" "Perhaps. Ah, Mr. Wellesley, there you are." He had seen a man approaching and we all turned to see who it was. He was a young man in his late twenties. Despite the casual attitude of everyone else in the area, the young man seemed noticeably tense and seemed to be avoiding looking at all the naked boys. "Master Throne," he nodded, stopping near us, blushing face looking intently at Thorne and away from Eric and I. "Mr. Wellesley, I'd like you to meet my son Eric," Thorne smiled, taking Eric by the shoulder and pulling both of us closer to the nervous man. His sky blue eyes glanced at Eric's big penis and he swal- lowed. "Hi," he said, briefly shaking Eric's hand. "He's the one you want me to get for Robin?" the man asked, turning quickly back to Thorne. "Oh, no, Mr. Wellesley," Thorne smiled like a snake. "Eric isn't a Kovz Boy. You want Robin to have soemone special, don't you?" "Well," the man sighed. "We're new to this religion, Master Throne and I really don't know all the procedures. In, uh, Vinepak our boys don't... you know." "All the more reason for Robin to have a boy like Kely, here," Thorne smiled, taking my thin shoulders and pulling me away from Eric. "He's awful little," the man swallowed nervously. "Yes, but he's the best thing for a twelve year old boy, a good thing for keeping him from masturbating and doing all sorts of perverted things to himself. And you need to do something soon, Mr. Wellesley. Robin is at the age where he needs a boy like Kely." "But if he belongs to Eric..." "And so he does. We're talking about a loan here, Mr. Wellesley. Trust me, after one evening with Kely, Robin will be good to any boy you get for him and he'll be ready to marry in a couple of years." "That's a fact, Bob," one of the other men added on Thorne's behalf. "If I could afford it, I'd get him for Timmy right now. Nothing like a Kovz Boy for helping a boy learn the right way." "Here, here," the other men agreed. "It just isn't done like this in the Southlands," Wellesley said uncomfortably. "Well, you're in the heart of Dairean country now, Bob," Thorne said, switching to the familiar. "Trust those of us who know and get little Robin started out with boys the right way. You'll be glad you did later on. Trust me." "Five pounds of gold?" Wellesley shook his head. "Robin will bring you ten times that in a couple of years... if he's taught right. Eric, you boys run along and play, now. We have business to discuss." "Yes, sir," my young friend said, pulling my naked body along after him. "I don't understand," I said as we approached a group of naked boys standing off alone. I could feel his hairless armpit against my shoulder. It felt nice and warm. "Pa's going to charge that man so his son can play with you," Eric said, as if that made sense. "Why?" I asked, still confused. "Never mind," the boy said squeezing my body briefly. "Just remember: they can't make you do it if you don't want to." Every woman and girl in the area was watching Eric and I walking together. Some must have been staring at Eric, for even soft his penis was a full five inches long and dangled between his legs looking bigger than any of the other naked boys I could see. More than a few pointed at my hairless little penis with its circumcised, purple head. The three boys we approached all greeted Eric with friendly smiles and handshakes. They all looked at me with mixtures of curiosity and desire. All three of them were naked and I blushed, leaning close to Eric's smooth body, stealing glances at the three new boys. "Who's the little boy, Thorne?" a dark haired boy asked. He was very cute and if any of the boys looked at me with more desire than curiosity, he was the one. "This is Kelvin," Eric said, squeezing my thin shoulders again and making me blush. "Pa bought him for me." "Kelvin?" the dark haired boy laughed. "What kind of a name is that?" "It doesn't matter, David," Eric defended me. "Just leave him alone." He paused and gave the boy a chance to say something more, but David stayed quiet. Eric was four inches taller than him and I figured the boys knew which was stronger. "That's David," Eric nodded toward the cute, dark haired boy. David was pretty but not near as pretty as Eric was. Like Eric the boy had a darker complexion than normal though he was still paler than my friend. His chest was slender with two little brown nipples. The penis between his legs was hanging down more than four inches and looked like he was on the verge of an erec- tion as his horny smile gazed at my naked little body. His testicles were rather large and held his penis up quite well. The only category he really beat Eric in was pubic hair for the boy's short little hairs had begun to grow wiry, though they were still very sparse and looked soft. "That's Michael," Eric continued to the next boy. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something intensely sexual about Michael that could almost have given me an erection. The boy was cute, without doubt, but if you really looked at him he wasn't as cute as Eric. He had darker skin, but his hair was a soft brown color, not near as dark as David and Eric's. He had a small chest, but it swelled out looking hard beneath two tiny young nipples and his flat abdomen rippled all the way down to his smooth, hairless belly and a belly button as small as I had ever seen. His penis didn't look as long as David's in its limp state, but it did look like it would taste good somehow. Little blue veins could be made out surrounding a brown shaft and a foreskin that completely concealed the boy's penis head and left a fleshy nipple at the end. He didn't have any more pubic hair than Eric; nothing but soft brown peach fuzz in a small triangle between his legs. "And that's Michael's boy, Shane." Shane was a delightful young boy, made all the prettier to me because he was the same height and his penis was as smooth and hairless as mine. Still, it was plainly bigger than mine and looked cute in the boy's smooth, pale foreskin. He had a skinny body that blushed with his embarrassment at being naked, but our shared innocence led him to smile boyishly at me and I wanted to be his friend very much. "You going to Erin's bachelor party," David asked Eric. "Yeah," he said. "When are you guys leaving?" "In about an hour," Michael said. Even his voice seemed sexual to me and when he smiled I could feel my penis tingle. "Soon as we can shake this place off without getting our old man's mad at us." "I hear you," Eric's young voice agreed. "You'll be lucky if your Pa ever lets you leave," David grinned. "I hear he's trying to get 250 pounds for you." "Who said?" "It gets around." Eric shrugged his bare shoulders and I could feel his hair- less armpit against my body again. "Eric, dear." We turned and a woman was bending down to the boy's level smiling with covetous desire. A younger woman in her late teens was with her and she too smiled at the naked boy and looked at his penis. "Clarisse and I have been looking all over for you." Eric smiled and nodded. His face was more red than brown as he flushed with embarrassment. "Is this your new little boyfriend?" she smiled at me her eyes looking openly down at my penis. She seemed to be taken aback by it and turned back to Eric. "Yes, mam'n," the boy blushed. "Oh, how nice." She looked at me again, now, the look of disappointment in my little penis fading somewhat. "You're an awfully little boy to have a boyfriend like Eric, aren't you?" I just nodded, blushing brighter than Eric. I jumped and grabbed the naked boy's chest as I felt the woman reach down and stroke my little penis with her fingers. Having her fondle me down there upset me and I thought I'd cry as I buried myself closer and closer to Eric's smooth skin. Her thumb was petting my little penis head and she gave no sign of getting bored, her fingers tickling my small testicles. Still, she was gentle and I panted boyishly as I felt the little meat stiffen into a frantic little erection. "Oh, that's nice," the woman beamed happily. "How old are you, boy?" I couldn't answer, half because of embarrassment and half because I didn't know how old I was. "He's only eleven," Eric's young voice cracked. "Well, you're doing a wonderful job with him, Eric," she said finally letting my stiff little penis go. "We'll look forward to his growing up." As suddenly as she appeared, the woman left taking the girl with her. I stood in wide-eyed, trembling fear, my penis sticking straight out and drawing the eyes of everyone in the area, who looked at it and grinned approvingly. Not the least of the stares came from the boys who were with us for they stared at my erection with keen interest, David's mouth even watering. "You want to go play?" Eric asked me. I shook my head against his chest wanting only to get away from the whole place. "Where's the party at?" Eric asked the boys. I glanced up and saw Michael still staring at my penis, a boyish smile on his cute face and a tender blush across his cheeks. "At the Boy's Club," David said. "We got the whole building except for the children's part." "We'll see you there," Eric nodded. He walked me around the boys and blessedly away from the crowds. I could feel my erection beginning to soften already but wanted only to be with my friend. ??