The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1:  Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Four

    An hour later, Eric and I were back in his room changing 
clothes.  My spirits improved immeasurably over the course of the 
day, and I found myself looking delightedly forward to going to 
the party that afternoon.  I stood naked and giggling as Eric dug 
through his drawers throwing clothes around the room as he tried 
to find the perfect outfit for us.  He was just as naked as I was 
and every time he flung a pair of trousers over his shoulder, his 
big penis would swing madly between his smooth, slender thighs.

    "I can't find anything that looks right," the boy sighed at 
last, leaning back against the drawers, his arms folded across 
his slender chest.  I was smiling down at his big penis, laying 
between his legs almost its full length, the knobby head com-
pletely covered in his smooth brown foreskin.  I blushed up at 
him and saw him smiling happily at me looking at him.

    "What looks right?" I asked him, with a slight giggle and
blush.

    "It has to be really pretty so the boys can see how cute you 
are," he said walking over to me.  When he reached me, he took me 
in his long, skinny arms and held my naked body close to his.  I 
loved feeling the warmth of his body against mine, adored the 
wonderful softness of his light brown skin.  I heard him giggle 
softly as my hairless little boyhood stiffened against his smooth 
thigh.  I giggled too, embarrassed by my constant erections.  
"You're such a good boy, Kelvin," he said, his big hands lightly 
caressing my thin shoulders and back.

    "Will you..." I began.

    "What?" he asked, smiling down at me.

    "Will you suck on it?" I blushed bright red.

    "No, no," he said, holding to my skinny biceps and backing 
away from my glowing erection.  "You should wait until the Boy's 
Club."

    "Can't we go naked?" I asked, having gotten somewhat used to 
people seeing my bald penis and enjoying the attention they gave 
it.

    "No," Eric giggled, letting me go and walking back to the 
drawers.  "The little boys can't see us naked."

    "Little boys saw us at church," I said softly.

    "That was different.  What should we wear," he asked, looking 
about in frustration.  I could see how awkward his tall, gangly 
body was as my eyes lovingly gazed down his skinny back, round 
bottom, and smooth thighs.  I glanced down at my hairless erec-
tion and sighed softly, wishing he would make love to me.

    "Hey, what about those silk clothes you wore when you got 
here?" the boy's high pitched voice cracked suddenly.

    I had to think a moment before I remembered the silks in my 
room.  Soon, our naked bodies were giggling and jostling each 
other as we tried to sneak down the hall to my room.  We were 
almost to my door when Thorne appeared.  I backed against Eric's 
bare chest and abdomen and felt his long arm wrapped protectively 
around my shoulders.


    "Hello, boys," he said.  I could smell alcohol coming from 
him and could tell that he was more than a little drunk.  I took 
hold of my penis, blessedly limp again, and held it covered in my 
hand.  It felt nice, but I was embarrassed when Thorne leered 
down at me crouching there against my skinny lover.

    "Hi, Pa," Eric replied, holding me lovingly and too embar-
rassed to look at his father.  The adult man was looking at 
Eric's big cock as it hung down on his big testicles and I could 
almost feel the tall boy fighting to keep from concealing it.

    "The bidding's heating up, Eric," the man said, with a leer 
at the big penis and his thirteen year old son's naked body.  "By 
the time you're married next year you're going to be the most 
expensive boy in Tarsec Village's history. Who knows, you may be 
the first boy to have a whole harem to fuck."

    Eric stood there blushing, huddled back against the door and 
holding me close against his warm body.  He seemed very embar-
rassed at having his body again scrutinized like a side of beef.

    "And you!" the man suddenly said, surprising us both when he 
smiled down at me.  "I got asked a lot of questions about you 
today.  Seems people think you'd make a nice little boy for their 
boys to play with once Eric's weaned of penises."

    He stood there leering down at us for a long while.  Eric 
stood still as I lay against the side of his skinny chest holding 
my limp little boyhood in my hand.

    "So, where are you boys off to today?" he asked.

    "The Boy's Club," Eric replied, his young voice just above a 
whisper.

    "Ah, good.  Don't let any of the boys there play with 
Kelvin," the man said.  "But keep him naked.  They'll get so 
infatuated with him they'll beg their fathers to buy him."

    "Pa," Eric said bashfully.  "We have to get dressed..."

    "Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry.  You boys hurry along and 
play." We started to turn into the room and I suddenly felt a 
stinging slap on my bare buttocks.  I let my penis go to rub the 
injured skin and turned frightfully back to Thorne.  He was 
leering down at my naked body again.  "Yeah, those boys'll beg to 
fuck a soft, pretty thing like you."

    I swallowed nervously then felt Eric's arm gently guiding me 
into the room.  I was still rubbing my bare buttocks when I heard 
the door close behind me.

    "Man, all he thinks about is money," Eric said.

    I was hoping Eric would hold me and play with my penis, but 
he didn't and was soon walking passed me toward the bed.  
"Where's the silks?" he asked.

    "On the floor," I said, trying to hide my sadness.

    They were still in a pile beside the bed and Eric excitedly 
picked them up.  "They're so soft," he said, but his excitement 
dropped when he saw that they were all nothing more than towel 
sized pieces of cloth.  "They're ripped," his voice cracked.

    "No," I said, my mood changing as excitement about the silks 
got hold of me.  "They're magic."


    "Huh?" the boy asked.

    "Look." My hands moved instinctively as the cloths told me 
how to put them together.  Soon, I had fashioned something that 
vaguely resembled a baby's diaper.

    "Wow!" Eric exclaimed.  "You can make them into anything?!"

    I nodded and giggled, delighted by his excitement.  For the 
next half hour, the teenaged boy and I experimented with forms 
and colors, both of us building in excitement until we'd finally 
constructed something that Eric thought was appropriate for the 
Boy's Club.  He insisted we wear matching outfits, a possibility 
that delighted me.  We both wore tight, white silk panties.  
These clung so tightly and were so light that all the curves and 
colors of our bodies and penises showed through them.  Thus, my 
little, purple penis head and pale pink penis was easy to make 
out as it poked against the fabric, so soft and exciting that I 
instantly became erect again, the hard, skinny boyhood bulging 
straight up against my belly.

    Eric's big cock didn't get hard, but it was so large it 
didn't need to. It swelled against the white fabric and I could 
see his brown penis and foreskin easily, could even make out the 
light brown smudge of his young peach fuzz.

    To conceal the obvious display of our naked penises, we both 
wore baggy, baby blue shorts over the top of them, hanging down 
to our knees and so baggy that they draped down against our 
slender legs feeling soft and sexy.  The outfits were made com-
plete with the addition of skin tight, white tank tops. These 
were sexier than most tank tops, however.  Not only were they 
very tight, but they were cut down the front to our bellies 
showing much of our chests, very low beneath our hairless under-
arms, and with a deep oval down the back to show our thin should-
er blades.  They were so tight that our nipples made brown pin 
pricks against the front.

    We giggled and admired each other in our beautiful outfits, 
Eric smiling as his big hand gently pressed against my little 
erection and rubbed it, the silk so soft it almost felt like I 
was naked.  I was certain that Eric would be the prettiest boy at 
the club.

    Unfortunately, Eric said that the Boy's Club had an entry 
dress code and he insisted that we both wear long sleeve white 
shirts over the tank tops.  We still looked cute, but I preferred 
seeing the seductive flashes of Eric's smooth, light brown skin.

    The ride into town was delightful if only because I got to 
sit in front with Eric's long, smooth arms reaching under mine as 
he held the reigns.  It wasn't far of course, and Eric led the 
horse up to stables beside a large, nice looking mansion.  A 
dwarf gruffly took the horse into the stables and Eric led me to 
the front door.  A sign above it identified the place as the 
Tarsec Village Boy's Club.  I immediately felt my pulse quicken 
in excited embarrassment, but Eric put his arm around my should-
ers again and led me inside.

    A middle aged man sat at a desk in the small entry way and I 
was glad that Eric had made us put on the over shirts.  On the 
far side of the room was another door.  There was nothing else in 
it.

    "Eric," the man nodded.  Eric nodded in response as the man's 
eyes looked me up and down.  "Some of the men say he's a Boylo-
ver," the man accused.


    "He's not, Mister Hockett.  He's just a Kovz Boy.  Dad'd 
never let me have a Boylover as a playmate." The shy boy's cheeks 
were red through his brown complexion.

    The man nodded, still watching me.  "I know.  Michael's in 
there, Eric. If you'd let him play with your boy, I'd be much 
obliged."

    "Yes, sir," Eric blushed as brightly as I did.  "Pa said he 
could come here by himself if he wanted."

    "That don't seem likely, Eric," the man said doubtfully.

    "Ask him yourself if you think I'm a liar," the boy said, 
bristling as much as his innocent age would allow.

    "Nah.  It's okay.  I'll let him in... IF you let him play 
with my Michael."

    "Yes, sir."

    "Well, go on in there then."

    Eric held me closely against him and pushed the other door 
open.  Soon, it was closed behind us and we were safely inside 
the mansion.

    "This first room is the children's section," Eric said as we 
walked up a narrow hallway, thickly carpeted and decorated with 
attractive boy colors and things.  "We can't take our clothes off 
or touch each other 'till we're upstairs, so be good."

    I don't know what he thought I was going to do; I was so 
young and innocent, the last thing I wanted to do was strip my 
clothes off in a strange place like this and sex in public was 
still very scary to me.

    We came to another set of doors and we entered a huge room.  
Eric held it open and let me go inside first, his arm leaving me, 
making me feel small and vulnerable.  The room was filled with 
little boys, ranging in age from about six to about my age.  Most 
wore shorts and t-shirts, but many were naked, their hairless 
little penises bouncing around as they ran and played.  Most were 
running and wrestling around, but a few of the older boys sat at 
tables or on the floor playing board games or cards.  None of the 
boys were pubescent.  The boys were loud and rambunctious, most 
of them shoving each other and fighting. I was astonished and 
walked nervously close to Eric watching them.  We were crossing 
to a staircase opposite the entry door, but all I could do was 
gaze at all the little boys.  There must have been a hundred of 
them in there.

    I felt myself backing up as an adorable blond haired boy came 
running toward us, soon followed by a small gang of other boys.  
All of these were naked and hairless and they eagerly crowded 
around us, looking at us.

    "Is that your boy, Eric?" the blond asked bashfully.

    "Yeah," Eric replied still trying to guide me through the 
boys to the stairs.

    "You want another?" the boy asked shyly.

    "Yeah," the other boys chimed in.

    "No," Eric said.


    "Come on, Eric," another boy begged.

    "My dad wants me to ask," another explained.

    "Not now, boys," Eric said, looking so tall compared to the 
prepubescent boys.  "I'll ask Kelvin if he wants to have more 
boys."

    We made it to the stairs and he started guiding me up.  The 
squadron of naked children stood obediently at the bottom stair 
watching us go up.  I stumbled along behind Eric, watching the 
boys watching us.

    At the top of the stairs, there were more doors and Eric took 
me through them.

    "What did they want?" I asked, confused.

    "Oh, their dads make them do that.  They want to be my boy-
friend so they can make more money.  We can get more boys if you 
want."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "I mean we could have a lot of little boys to play with."

    "Oh."

    "Do you want to?"

    "I guess," I said.  I actually felt rather eager to play with 
the little boys, but didn't want to sound too eager.  I heard 
Eric giggle beside me and looked up at him curiously.

    "We'll get some more next week," he smiled.

    We soon reached a bench in the middle of the hallway.  Along 
the walls were hooks and small lockers.

    "We can take our shirts off and leave them here, his soft 
brown body appearing in the tight white tank top as he peeled his 
off.  My little fingers began undoing my own shirt and Eric 
watched as I pulled my skinny little arms out.  He smiled at me 
and helped me take the last of the shirt off, hanging it up on 
the hook beside his.  He was smiling down at me with adoring 
affection. "You're beautiful," he said, his big hands tenderly 
caressing the little balls of my shoulders.  "Come on.  You'll 
have fun here."

    I could already hear the sound of high pitched and pubescent-
ly cracking voices sounding from the open space in the wall ahead 
of us.  As we neared it, I snuck up close to Eric and felt the 
older boy's skinny arm wrap around me again. We appeared around 
the edge of the opening and the room opened into another large 
living room.  The room was huge like the one downstairs.  The 
afternoon sun shown through the white chiffon curtains and the 
room was very bright with it.  Through the brightness, I could 
see the naked and half-clad forms of several dozen young boys.

    Actually, only a few were naked but I was so drawn to them 
that they seemed to be numerous.  In fact, most of the boys were 
wearing outfits about as skimpy and seductive as Eric's and mine.  
Almost all the boys looked to be about my age or Eric's.  None 
looked to be more than thirteen.  For every pubescent looking boy 
in the room, there was evidently a little boy tagging close 
beside. By little boy, I mean prepubescent.  Only one of the 
little boys looked to be under ten and he was staying very close 
to David Easter.  Many of the boys, both older and younger, I 

recognized from the churchyard that afternoon, including Michael 
Hockett and his young boyfriend Shane.  Shane smiled at me and 
blushed looking away in boyish embarrassment.  He was wearing 
light blue pants and a blue and white striped shirt that clung so 
tightly to his little chest that I could actually make out the 
tender contours of his little body.  Michael was wearing gym 
shorts and a tank top, his small, hard chest bulging against the 
tightness, his slender, boyishly muscular arm wrapped around 
Shane's thin shoulders as Eric's were wrapped around mine.  He 
was talking to another boy whom I didn't recognize and didn't 
look at closely at first.

    I wasn't certain, but I felt pretty sure that all the boys in 
the room paused at least momentarily to smile at Eric and I as we 
entered.  This made me feel very self-conscious and I felt myself 
crawling closer to the comforting form of my older boyfriend.  My 
small, skinny arms even wrapped around his skinny abdomen as I 
felt his arm hold me tightly.  It was so nice to have him with 
me.  After assuring myself that I was safe, I looked at where I 
was heading and suddenly met the eyes of the boy Michael was 
talking to.

    I felt myself suddenly gasping.  I didn't know why, but 
assumed that it was because the boy was so indescribably beauti-
ful.  His eyes, as they captured mine, seemed to hold my atten-
tion and I felt his loving gentleness soak through my body and 
soothe me with his affection.  It wasn't sexual, but I immediate-
ly felt myself thinking about sex with him.  It was a very 
strange feeling. Although I loved my boyfriend, I knew that this 
new boy was even prettier.

    The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen, with dark brown 
hair combed neatly over to one side.  His eyes were absolutely 
hypnotic, a deep brown that infatuated me with the smooth, baby 
soft brown of his adorable face.  He was smiling a gentle, beau-
tiful smile and sipping from a glass of something as Michael 
talked to him, but his eyes left mine just long enough to glance 
down my small body then back at my blue eyes.  He was wearing a 
white t-shirt with some design on it I never bothered to identi-
fy.  It clung just tightly enough to his pubescent body to show 
how slender and small his chest and abdomen were.  He was also 
wearing multi-colored shorts that gave no indication of his penis 
size, though I noticed that I checked for it.  Beneath his 
shorts, I was astonished at how soft and smooth his light brown 
thighs looked, so smooth and hairless.  They were rather long for 
his small body and ran to bare feet that looked big and awkward.  
He looked so perfectly formed, so exquisite to my adoring eyes 
that they never left his body or face as Eric led me toward he 
and his companions.

    "Hey, Thorne," Michael grinned at my boyfriend, his muscular 
young arm still holding Shane's prepubescent body.  Michael 
looked very cute with his smile, but I couldn't help staring at 
the slender stranger, feeling embarrassed by my infatuation with 
him.  I glanced briefly up at his adorable face and saw his brown 
eyes still staring at me.  I looked away blushing.

    "Hi," the beautiful boy said and I could feel his eyes still 
on me.

    "Erin, this is my boyfriend, Kelvin," Eric introduced me, his 
long arm still holding my bashful form.

    "Hi, Kelvin," the new boy replied, smiling down at me until 
my shy eyes looked back up at him.

    "Hi," I said softly, quickly looking away.  It was so odd to 
feel so infatuated with a boy.  I didn't know how to deal with 

the envious feelings in my young body.

    "God, he's a sweetie, isn't he?" Erin said.  I felt his hand, 
so tender and gentle, lifting my chin and I looked up at his 
adorable face again.  He wasn't much taller than me, maybe two 
inches or so, but I felt so small and little that he seemed 
bigger.  "What's wrong, Kelvin?" he asked, his voice still a 
smooth soprano, not much deeper than a little boy's.

    I swallowed as I looked up at him, embarrassed when my eyes 
glanced briefly down at his small, skinny chest.  I shrugged in 
answer and the boy let my chin go.

    "He's so sweet," the boy said.

    "He's shy," Eric said.  "He'll grow out of it."

    "I like the outfits, Eric," Erin said, his large hand gently 
slipping from my face to lightly caress the exposed portion of my 
little chest.  I looked up at him again in astonishment and our 
eyes locked again.  He was smiling at me, his beautiful eyes 
looking into mine with love and affection.  "You're so cute," he 
said softly, causing me to smile and look away blushing.

    "Your last time in the old Club, huh, Erin?" Eric asked.

    "Yeah, I guess so," the boy said after a brief pause.  
"Tomorrow morning I become a married man, no more to know the 
joys of a little boy."

    I caught myself as I realized that Erin was the one the party 
was for. He was the one who was turning fourteen and had to get 
married.  I felt a strange sadness inside at the thought.  Why, I 
did not know.  I looked up at him and saw him still smiling 
lovingly at me.

    "Are you going to..." Erin began.  He nodded down at me to 
Eric and both boys smiled at each other.

    "I forgot to ask him," Eric blushed and smiled at me.  I felt 
his big hand gently stroke the blond hair from my forehead as I 
looked up at him in confusion.  "He's never been with another 
boy.  Do you want to, Kelvin?" he asked me.

    I blushed and looked away.  "Want to what?" I asked, though I 
had a pretty good idea what they were talking about.  Why did 
they have to talk about it?  Why didn't they stop making me 
decide to do it?

    Eric's smile faded slightly, but he kept stroking my hair 
with tenderness.  "Shane's going with you," he said, immediately 
filling my mind with a picture of the cute, little boy.  I wanted 
to, I knew that, but why did they have to talk about it?

    "Don't worry about it, Eric," I heard Erin's young voice say, 
feeling his hand stroke down the back of my head and gently 
caress the nape of my neck. "Gees, he's just shy about it.  You 
can tell he's your first little boy."

    Eric seemed to blush about that, but he didn't say anything, 
just kept looking deep into my blue eyes and stroking my hair.  I 
lay against his small, boyishly muscular chest still feeling the 
other boy's hand stroking my neck and shoulders.  It was wonder-
ful to feel their affection for me and I blushed to realize how 
much I longed to be naked with both of them and to feel their 
love for me.

    "Hey, Shane," Michael suddenly said.  "Why don't you and 

Kelvin go play Asteroids?"

    The pretty, blond haired boy smiled and said, "Okay.  Come 
on, Kelvin." He left the confines of his boyfriend and came 
closer to Eric and I.  I felt smaller again as the caresses of 
the older boys left my young body.  "I'll teach you how to play."

    The eleven year old took my wrist and I let him guide me away 
from the others.

    "Man, Eric, he's really adorable," I heard Michael saying as 
we left. "I mean, Shane's pretty naive, but that boy's..."

    "I was his first, Michael," Eric defended.  "Don't be mean to 
him."

    "Relax, I was just kidding.  Man, you're really hung up on 
that boy, aren't you?"

    "They'll be okay in a little while," Erin's young voice faded 
out of my earshot.

    "You ever play Asteroids before?" Shane's childish voice 
asked as he led me to the video game.

    "No," I said.

    "It's cool," the boy giggled.

    Soon, the boy had introduced me to the magical world of video 
games and I played awkwardly at best.  Young Shane, however, was 
pretty good and did a fantastic job of beating me.  Whenever his 
turn came, I would look around for Eric, frequently catching him 
watching me as he and Erin circulated around the room.

    Shane and I were becoming pretty good friends playing the 
game, but I was still thinking a lot about what the boys had been 
saying.

    "What were they talking about with Erin?" I asked Shane when 
we had become pretty close.

    The boy's thin shoulders shrugged in his t-shirt.  "Who 
cares?  Older boys are weird."

    "Is Michael weird?" I asked confused.

    The boy shrugged again, hunched over the control panel.  
"Sometimes. All he thinks about is sex."

    "What's 'sex'?" I asked.

    The child giggled.  "You know.  Playing with your boyfriend.  
Being naked.  Playing with your penis."

    "Oh," I blushed.  "Is that what they're talking about?"

    "How should I know?" the boy shrugged again.  "They talk 
about it all the time."

    "Oh," I said again.  "Do you like it?" I asked, feeling my 
face growing hot immediately.

    "Sure.  Don't you?"

    "Yeah," I said, ashamed by the question.  I stood beside the 
boy gradually forgetting about Eric and the other boys as I 
watched him playing the game.  He wasn't as pretty as Erin and, 

in many ways, perhaps not even Eric, but there was something 
oddly compelling about him.  Perhaps it was the smallness of his 
body, though, as for that, he was almost precisely the same size 
as I was. He was as tall, and as skinny.  Maybe it was just the 
blond hair and blue eyes that most attracted me.  More than any 
of those things, I could tell it was the soft, incredibly smooth 
appearance of his skin.  From his face, down his slender neck and 
beneath his shirt, I found myself more and more attracted to him 
until I soon lost thought of anything else.  By the time Erin 
came up to us, all I was thinking about was the pretty blond 
haired boy before me, how intensely I longed to hold his skinny 
body.

    "How's it going?" I heard Erin asking us, the thirteen year 
old touching each of our backs so briefly that no real fear of 
him should have started.  He made me jump, however, if only in 
shame for the feelings I had for the little boy at the video 
game.

    Still, when I jumped, I turned and looked at him and all the 
previous anxiety about my feelings for him reemerged.  He was so 
beautiful.  Shane was a little boy like me, and I knew that.  
Erin seemed to hold the same promise of excitement that Eric had 
introduced me to and it was difficult to think about childhood 
when I was confronted with such pubescent beauty.

    "Damn it!" Shane said, pushing against the machine as his 
last ship was destroyed.  "You made me lose."

    Erin looked at him with his tender, adoring eyes.  "I'm 
sorry, Shane," his boylike voice said.  "I can make it up to you 
though."

    "How?" the little boy asked.

    "I know where there's a bunny," Erin said with a strong 
offer.

    "Really?" Shane asked, quickly forgetting the game.

    Erin nodded.  "Swear to God.  Do you want to see it?"

    "Yeah!" Shane said, in boyish excitement.

    Erin's brown eyes gazed into mine and I again felt the dis-
comfort of their beauty.  "How about you, Kelvin?" he asked.  "Do 
you want to see a bunny?"

    I felt confused, wondering if the boy was trying to lure us 
off alone to have sex with us or if he was sincere and really was 
going to show us a bunny. In either case, I didn't want to seem 
stupid, so I shrugged boyishly in my tight tank top.

    "Come on," Erin said, slipping skinny arms around each of us.  
I could feel his hand slip beneath my tank top, felt his soft 
hand gently stroking my thin shoulder blades, but said nothing.  
"I'll show him to you."

    The older boy, only a few inches taller than Shane and I, 
gently turned us toward a hallway on the far wall and we went 
with him, Shane apparently with innocent willingness, me with 
nervous curiosity:  was he going to play with me like Eric had 
been doing the past few days?

    As we neared the exit, I looked around for Eric, but couldn't 
find him. Erin led us so tenderly that it never occurred to me 
that I was being led, and we soon were moving up the hallway.  
Shortly up it, the older boy let his arm slip from Shane's skinny 

shoulders and opened a door.  The little blond haired boy, seeing 
the rabbit hutch, innocently entered and I nervously followed 
him.

    It was a bedroom.  I realized that with a nervous swallow.  
Still, there was a rabbit cage on the far wall and Shane was 
already busy opening it.  I crossed to him.  Although, or perhaps 
because, Erin was more beautiful, I longed to be closer to the 
little boy.

    By the time I reached him, he had already pulled the small 
white rabbit from the cage and was holding it against his chest, 
cuddling it and purring at it lovingly.  I heard the door closing 
behind me and that made me nervous, but I focused my attention on 
the little boy and small rabbit.  I knew the older boy was watch-
ing us, but I tried to ignore him.

    As Shane held the bunny, I reached out my left hand and 
gently scratched it behind its big floppy ears.  This seemed to 
delight the little boy and he giggled at me, soon burying his 
face against the soft, downy hairs of the small animal.  He 
looked so pretty holding the bunny that I felt an odd aching in 
my heart.  reflexively, before I even thought about it, I felt my 
small hand reach up and soon felt it resting against the boy's 
skinny shoulder blades.  He jerked slightly, and I almost pulled 
my hand away, but I held it there as I saw his pretty blue eyes.  
He looked at me, a pretty smile on his face that was both friend-
ly and understanding at the same time.  Although I was intensely 
confused, I held my hand there and watched him holding the rab-
bit.

    The little boy did nothing but stand there holding the bunny 
for a long time and then suddenly started moving left and right 
rhythmically.  The movement excited me oddly, mostly because my 
hand was touching a boy who was actually moving.  It filled me 
with strange sensations and I soon let my touch against him 
loosen.  His skinny shoulders moved beneath my fingers, the 
cotton of his t-shirt the only thing that kept me from feeling 
the beauty of his exquisitely soft skin.  I knew that Erin was 
watching me touching the other boy, but didn't care.  He was 
beautiful and I felt my penis beginning to stiffen with his 
rhythmic movements.

    "Here, you hold him," the eleven year old said, his small, 
bare arms reaching out the rabbit to me.  I took it even though I 
preferred touching the boy's back to the bunny.  Still, as I felt 
the downy soft hair of the rabbit against the exposed part of my 
chest, I felt myself almost forgetting the boy for wondering what 
it would feel like to have that same soft bunny between my legs, 
the soft hairs caressing my erection.  I might have thought 
farther on that, but as soon as Shane's hands were free of the 
bunny, the boy quickly laid one against my back.  He didn't wait 
for me to move my body to rub across my skinny shoulders.

    I stood still and shocked by the pleasure of the boy's small 
hand against my back and all but forgot about the rabbit.  I 
glanced at him quickly and realized he was smiling at me, knowing 
that he was looking at me, that he was far more interested in me 
by that time than he was in the rabbit. Reflexively, again with-
out thinking about it, I smiled at the boy, sending my secret, 
subconscious message that I wanted him to touch me, wanted him to 
love me.

    The child's other hand started stroking the bunny behind the 
ears and I felt his body move closer to mine, the hand touching 
my back sliding around my waist to hold me gently.  Although he 
was smaller than Eric, I felt the same level of security and 
happiness, as if all I desired in life was the tender affections 

of another boy, however young.  He held me as he petted the 
bunny, his smiling face looking into mine almost constantly save 
for brief glances at the bunny.

    "Do you like him?" Erin suddenly asked.

    "Yeah," I heard Shane immediately grin.  I thought Erin was 
asking about the bunny, but Shane's voice made me think he was 
talking about me.

    "Come on, Kelvin," the older boy said, coming to us and 
taking the rabbit from me.  "Let's put him back in his cage."

    I stood there in nervous uncertainty as he took the rabbit 
from me. Shane had let me go, but still stood close by smiling 
and blushing at me.  I had the odd feeling that he understood 
what was happening more than I did.

    "Okay," Erin said as he closed the rabbit cage door.  "What 
do you guys want to do?"

    "Let's play sex," Shane's high pitched voice giggled imme-
diately.

    I could feel Erin smiling behind me.  "Is that what you want 
to do, Kelvin?" he asked, and I soon felt his big hand stroking 
the ball of my shoulder.

    Why did they keep asking? I wondered.  Why couldn't we just 
do it without talking about it?  I shrugged absently as if I 
didn't care.  The hardness of my penis, however, kept reminding 
me that I did care.  I wanted to make love with the boys so badly 
I could have cried.

    "Come on," Erin said.  I could feel his hand gently guiding 
me away from the cage.  We paused briefly as Shane quickly re-
turned the rabbit to the hutch, then the older boy led us over to 
the bed.  "Sit down, Kelvin," the thirteen year old said.

    I obeyed and sat watching the other two with growing eager-
ness for boy sex.

    "Let's take your shirt off, Shane," the young pubescent 
beauty said.  He took hold of the smaller boy's shirt and Shane 
raised his arms, his pretty face grinning happily as the cloth 
moved up his belly.  He was so small and skinny and my mouth 
dropped open gasping softly as I watched the creamy softness of 
his smooth belly being exposed.  The boy's skin looked so soft 
and I was entranced by the beauty of his little belly button as 
the shirt moved up his rib cage.  He was so thin, his boy flesh 
lightly tanned and beautiful.  His chest appeared with equal 
splendor.  It was very small and the thin boy had very little 
muscle to swell it out more than an inch or two bigger than his 
small rib cage.  His nipples were brown and very tiny, making 
them even prettier.  Finally the child's underarms appeared and 
his cute face was covered with the shirt momentarily as Erin 
removed it.  His underarms were smooth and hairless, of course, 
the soft skin looking several shades paler than his smooth little 
chest.

    The boy was blushing and grinning bashfully as his blond 
bangs fell into his eyes.  He brushed them aside and giggled as 
Erin's big hands tenderly took hold of his chest and ribs.  The 
eleven year old was so thin that Erin's big hands looked almost 
big enough to hold his entire body within them.  As Shane started 
to lower his smooth arms, the older boy tenderly took hold of his 
wrists.


    "Keep your arms up, Shane," Erin smiled into the child's 
blushing face. "Let's see your little underarms." He lifted the 
boys hands and latched them behind the boy's blond head.  Shane 
giggled looking down at his small chest as Erin's fingers again 
took hold of it, his fingertips lightly petting the boy's little 
armpits.

    I was very excited watching the older boy caressing the 
child's beautiful little body and sat with my boner poking up at 
my silk shorts. Embarrassed by its persistent throbbing, my hands 
both moved between my legs and held the pulsing erection hidden.

    Erin's hands moved lovingly up and down on the thin boy's 
chest, ribs and abdomen causing Shane to shudder.

    "That tickles," the prepubescent giggled.

    "You like that, huh?" Erin said, smiling at his young pleas-
ure.

    "Yeah," the boy blushed, still holding his arms overhead, his 
blue eyes smiling down at his young body.  I could see the boy 
was missing a tooth and thought that was very sweet.

    Erin kept holding and rubbing his smooth chest as he slowly 
sat down on the bed beside me.  "Let's see your peepee, now," he 
said, his large hands moving to the boy's pants.  Shane giggled 
delightedly as Erin unfastened his belt, the ends falling open 
and baring the snap to his baby blue jeans.  Erin smiled lovingly 
up at the boy, then looked back down as he unsnapped his pants. 
One of his hands held to Shane's beltline as the other slowly 
took hold of the zipper and pulled it slowly downward.

    I stared at the opening with intense excitement, eager to see 
the little boy's wiener.  I even felt myself moving closer in 
order to see it as soon as it appeared.  As Erin pulled the 
child's fly open, however, I could see that he was wearing un-
derpants and I had to contain my desires and curiosity a little 
longer.

    Erin smiled and blushed, a little embarrassed by his own 
eagerness to see the naked boy.  He smiled up at him again, 
pulled the fly wider, and pulled the jeans down the boy's slender 
legs.  His thighs were beautiful, perfectly hairless and as 
smooth and tanned as his little chest.  I stared at them with 
amazement, watching the smooth skin as it disappeared beneath the 
boy's underwear.  The front of his tight underpants swelled 
significant;y with his boyhood.  The bulge was round, however, 
and it didn't look like he had an erection or anything.  Above 
the elastic band, the boy's thin belly joined with his tanned 
chest and I followed his beauty all the way up to his hairless 
armpits and adorable, happy face.  I realized that Erin was 
taking hold of the boy's underwear and panted excitedly, staring 
back down between his legs, licking my lips in anticipation.

    "There we go," Erin breathed, his hands pulling the elastic 
loose and peeling the eleven year old boy's underwear down his 
thin, baby soft thighs. Even limp, it was obvious that Shane had 
a bigger penis than mine.  It was big enough that it could actu-
ally dangle over his testicles.  Mine was still too little to be 
a hanger.

    The boy was obviously uncircumcised, his young foreskin 
completely covering his boyhood and forming a fleshy nipple at 
the end.  It was paler than the rest of his body, the boy ob-
viously wearing his shorts or underwear when he was in the sun.  
His tan looked even softer and prettier against the pale skin 
beneath his underwear.  His penis was as hairless as mine and the 

pale skin ran smoothly all the way up to the slender base of his 
boy organ.  The same flesh covered his upper thighs, looking warm 
and soft against his testicles.  His balls looked large to me, 
and had grown ever so slightly oval as the child grew toward 
puberty.  Mine were still small and round.  His scrotum, like his 
penis, was pale and was as hairless as his underarms and young 
body.

    He was giggling delightedly as Erin pulled his pants all the 
way down to his bare feet.  He stood there naked and blushing, 
his arms overhead, his thin body displaying all the beauty of 
boyhood.  I couldn't stop gazing at the pale beauty of his small 
cock, and felt myself trembling slightly with excitement and 
love.  It was so pale it was almost white, and his foreskin was 
smooth and still thick like a little boy's making his penis look 
thick and rubbery.  I felt eager to touch it.

    Shane's smooth belly rippled with firm little muscles as the 
boy giggled, a process that also made his ribs poke out more 
prominently.  Erin grinned happily up at his boyish giggles and 
the innocent beauty of his naked body.  the child's baby soft, 
tanned little chest looked so small and thin, not rounding at all 
with muscles with his arms raised like they were.  "You're a 
pretty boy," Erin smiled, his deep brown eyes showing his affec-
tion and adoration for the hairless little boy.

    Shane just giggled again, glancing happily over at me before 
looking down at his big boyhood again.  Even though it was only 
about three inches long, his foreskin and soft, hairless skin 
made it look big on his small body.  Erin gazed lovingly at the 
young penis and I watched his soft brown hand reaching for it.  
He pressed his fingers down between the little boy's scrotum and 
thigh, the young penis moving slowly across his testicles as they 
moved in his hairless pink scrotum.  I couldn't believe Shane 
didn't have an erection yet; my own penis was pulsing fantasti-
cally just watching it being touched.

    Erin slipped his fingers all the way down beneath the boys 
testicles and hefted the rubbery young penis and hairless scrotum 
on his palm, the shaft looking so pretty and adorable.  "You're 
going to have a big penis when you grow up, Shane," he told the 
boy as his other hand moved to join the tender caresses. Instead 
of holding it with his whole hand, however, Erin's thumb and 
forefinger took hold of the smooth foreskin making me pant with 
still greater excitement.  Squeezing the shaft insistently, Erin 
struggled against the rubbery penis and managed to slip Shane's 
foreskin down from his penis head.  The head appeared looking 
limp and boyish.  It was a purplish brown color, a darker purple 
than my penis head by far.  I stared at it with jealous love, 
wishing my penis was as big as the younger boy's.

    "It's getting hard, Shane," Erin giggled happily, and I 
panted faster as I watched the hairless thing growing bigger on 
the older boy's hand.  Erin still held the foreskin back and 
Shane's penis head swelled out from the pale skin, growing larger 
and a brighter shade of purple.  It was astonishingly beautiful 
as it stiffened, his foreskin slipping back more easily against 
the hardness of the boy's cock.  Soon, I could actually see the 
head pulsing in Erin's fingers, the child's foreskin pulled far 
enough back that the firm ridge separating the pale shaft from 
the purple head was very easy to see.  His penis head was larger 
than the slender shaft and it was beautifully formed, continuing 
to pulse until the tiny slit opened, looking ready to squirt out 
sperm.

    Just when I thought things were as beautiful as they could 
get, Erin's face moved closer to the eleven year old boy and his 
pretty lips slipped the young erection into his slimy mouth.  His 

palm lay against the boy's small belly but his finger and thumb 
still held the foreskin back as his lips slid all the way down 
the young boner.  Soon, Erin's nose was pressing against Shane's 
belly, his lips wrapped all around the hairless base of his cock.  
I could see his smooth, brown cheeks moving as he sucked on the 
boy, and Shane started gasping softly through his childish gig-
gles.  He stood there with his little armpits still exposed, 
watching the thirteen year old devouring his penis, Erin's slimy 
lips pressed against his hairless skin.

    Erin's brown eyes gazed up the skinny boy's hairless belly 
and little chest, twinkling as he saw the excited look on the 
boy's cute face.  Slowly, he slid his lips up along the erection, 
sucking up the excesses of his saliva as the precious three and a 
half inches of boyhood were gradually revealed.  I watched his 
chin open as the child's penis head slipped from his lips, 
watched the slimy lips rub all across the bright purple head, 
then actually let out a soft cry of envy as they swallowed it 
again, moved slowly back down on his erection.

    Shane was gasping quickly now, his high pitched boy voice 
letting out startled whimpers of pleasure.  I could see little 
muscles in his skinny thighs rippling as the little boy's knees 
grew rubbery.  Erin seemed to feel the weakness of the excited 
boy's body and his hands took hold of his small buttocks, holding 
him stable as he pressed his lips now fully against Shane's 
hairless pubic mound, the cock completely buried in his mouth.

    With his arms overhead, Shane's skinny chest and belly rip-
pled with his ribs as the boy stiffened in confused passion.  I 
realized that the smile had slipped from his face and his mouth 
was hanging open as he stared in amazement at where his penis 
used to be.  Erin's lips slid up the boy's boner again and the 
pale shaft appeared glistening with his saliva.  Before the 
purple head appeared, he plunged back down on it, almost buckling 
the child's skinny legs.  Erin's brown hair moved away from 
between Shane's legs, the penis again emerging, then instantly 
plunged on it again.  he did this several times in quick succes-
sion until Shane was gasping and crying with excitement, his 
penis looking hard as a rock.  Just as it seemed the little boy 
was going to have an orgasm, Erin's mouth let the throbbing thing 
go and it poked straight out from between the boy's legs throb-
bing insistently, coated with the older boy's saliva.

    Shane's slimy pink foreskin slowly covered the head again, 
though it wasn't big enough to cover his engorged cock and still 
form the nipple at the end.  Still, the beautiful knob of his 
penis head was hidden save for the gentle bulge of it around his 
foreskin.  Erin smiled at the hairless erection, his lips looking 
as slimy as Shane's penis.

    "Do it some more," Shane's high pitched voice said eagerly, 
poking his boyhood at the older boy's smiling lips.

    "Not yet, Shane," Erin smiled at the little boy's excitement, 
his large hands giving the boy's abdomen a loving squeeze as he 
stood up.  He pulled the smaller boy's body into his arms and 
held him, not fighting when he felt the naked boy trying to push 
his erection against his thigh.  He grinned, obviously pleased by 
the little boy, but let him go, gently guiding him back on the 
bed. I sat staring at the naked boy, at his hairless, excited 
penis and big testicles as he was laid down, his head on the 
pillows.  As his big feet were lifted on the bed, Erin took hold 
of his jeans and underwear and freed them, dropping them on the 
floor, leaving the boy laying there naked, his erection throbbing 
in angry desire.

    "Now you stay there and we'll see what Kelvin's penis looks 

like," he smiled down at the skinny little boy.  He turned to me 
and I looked up at him in a mixture of eagerness, fear and embar-
rassment.  The older boy looked down at me with sympathetic 
understanding and I felt his big hands taking gentle hold of my 
face.  He rubbed them slowly, the look on his face filled with 
gentleness and affection.  My fear eased a great deal, knowing 
that the adorable boy wouldn't hurt me any more than he had 
Shane.

    Slowly, his hands slipped down my neck and gently caressed my 
shoulders, mostly exposed beneath my tight white tank top.  I 
felt his warm palms laying there as his fingers felt tenderly 
across my exposed shoulder blades.  "You're really soft," he 
smiled at me adoringly, his hands slowly slipping down the back 
of my tank top, rubbing across my thin shoulders.  After a moment 
of this, I felt his hands move up to my neck again and the boy 
pressed gently back on my shoulders.  I swallowed as I felt him 
laying my body back on the bed, my legs still dangling over the 
side.  I looked down and could see my little penis pulsing 
against my soft silk shorts.

    I felt my tummy shiver as the boy's fingers tugged my tank 
top from my shorts, lifting it enough to expose my pale white 
belly.  He smiled down at me again, then leaned over to lift my 
arms up, laying them on the bed over my head, my white arm pits 
bared as Shane's had been.  "That's a good boy," Erin cooed, his 
fingers again taking hold of the hem of my tank top, lifting it 
higher as his other hand lay down on my belly button and gently 
stroked my abdomen.  It shivered with such excitement that Erin 
grinned.  "You're so soft," he said again, his young pubescent 
voice filling me with soothing assurances that he adored me.  He 
dragged his fingertips across my skinny belly and all it could do 
was shiver, filling with a queasy pleasure that made my little 
chest swell for air.

    His hand raised my tank top higher, lifting it above the flat 
skin where my pink nipples stood like little dots on my white 
body.  I had almost no muscles and, like Shane, my rib cage was 
the most evident thing on my body when my arms were overhead as 
they were.  This seemed to please Erin and his fingertips felt 
along the firm ripples of my ribs as they swelled up and down 
with my heavy breathing.

    He stopped caressing my skin long enough to take hold of my 
tank top with both hands.  The silk was so soft and I was so 
light that I didn't even have to move as he peeled it all the way 
up my skinny body and over my head, baring my skinny little 
chest.  In reflexive protection, I lowered my arms and folded 
them across my little nipples, but Erin soon smiled at me, gently 
pulling them away and laying them back above my head again.  I 
don't know if it was my hairless armpits he adored if he just 
liked seeing me fully exposed before him, but his big hands 
quickly lay on my chest, his fingertips petting my underarms as 
his palms lightly massaged my little chest.

    I swallowed nervously as the boy crawled up on the bed, his 
smooth, beautiful face moving close to my chest and kissing the 
exposed skin around his big hands.  I panted softly, amazed by 
the exciting pleasure of his slimy lips. He sucked on each of my 
nipples so tenderly, kissing across the soft skin between them, 
kissing down my abdomen until I was whimpering with embarrassment 
and pleasure.  I was even more shocked when his lips moved to my 
armpits and kissed the hairless skin there.  It tickled and I 
would have giggled, but I was so excited, so filled with wonder 
that the boy loved my little body so much, that all I did was lie 
there panting, crying softly, feeling small and helpless to his 
tenderness.  His hands felt so big on my skinny body as they 
lovingly explored all up and down my ribs and little chest.

    "Uuuuh!" we heard Shane's high pitched voice crying.  I 
turned to find the little boy masturbating his slimy, hairless 
penis with frantic need, his adorable face filled with happy, 
excited pleasure, his purple penis head poking in and out of his 
foreskin with intensity.  His penis seemed even slimier, but I 
never thought to realize that the boy had been spitting on it 
himself.

    "Shane.  Stop that!" Erin commanded.  The boy's blue eyes 
opened wide with fear and embarrassment and he sat motionless, 
still holding his throbbing erection.  He looked at Erin as his 
young hand slowly slipped from his boner. Released, it throbbed 
as madly as ever above the eleven year old's hairless belly and 
the boy looked down at it hopelessly.  Erin smiled at the little 
boy's sad desires and reached across to gently fondle his bare 
little chest.  "Okay," Erin suddenly grinned.  "I guess we have 
to help you out first."

    He crawled over closer to Shane and his big hand took hold of 
Shane's young cock, gently caressing his slender three and a half 
inch penis.  He grinned down at the naked boy's obvious delight 
at having his penis held. Shane's baby blue eyes were smiling 
down at his hairless meat as Erin gently kneaded it.

    "Is that better?" he asked the little boy.  Shane just smiled 
happily down at his penis, his arms straight at his sides, loving 
the tender caresses of the older boy.

    "Kelvin," Erin suddenly said, turning so his beautiful face 
was looking over his shoulder at my bare chest laying behind him.  
"Come stand over here."

    Feeling more than a little confused by the open desires of 
the other boys, I swallowed and stood up.  Feeling uncomfortable 
and frightened, I walked over to where the thirteen year old sat 
on his knees rubbing the other little boy's peter.

    "Shane," the older boy said.  "Can you take Kelvin's shorts 
off?" It seemed a silly question to ask as his hand pulled the 
boy's small penis, pulling the foreskin rhythmically up and over 
his purple penis head.  Still, it made Shane giggle.

    "Yeah," he said.

    I stood close enough to the bed that the little boy had no 
trouble in reaching across with both hands (Erin still rubbing 
his cock all the while) and took hold of my homemade shorts.  He 
giggled as he peeled them over my thin hips, the pale blue silk 
moving down to my thighs to reveal the tight, white silk panties 
beneath.  These still clung tightly to my throbbing little penis 
and the pink and purple colors of its hairless beauty were easy 
to see through the silk.

    "It's little," Shane gasped as his cock was rubbed.  He had 
moved my shorts down only midway through my thighs and, before 
thinking about it, I felt myself pushing the soft fabric down, 
felt myself stepping out of them and standing wearing only my 
white silk panties.  I stood there flushed with embarrassment as 
both boys grinned at my near nudity.  The hairlessness of my 
childhood was obvious, from my skinny belly, up my thin chest and 
down my slender thighs.  Nonetheless, my penis throbbed with 
pubescent desire and my face showed all of the pubescent feelings 
wrestling inside me as I watched the older boy rubbing the eleven 
year old's hairless penis.

    Erin was smiling up at my innocent passions but I just stood 
there blushing.  I gasped again as the older boy reached out and 
slipped his hand beneath my panties, felt his long fingers ca-

ressing my hairless erection, felt them probing the hairless 
warmth of my scrotum and testicles.  It felt nice, but I was 
confused by how hard my little cock felt.  I stood there, almost 
near tears, letting the older boy feel it, feeling the pleasure 
his fingers built in it.

    "Wait a second, Shane," the young teenager said, leaving the 
boy's penis throbbing there as his other hand reached out for my 
underwear.  I stood there, trembling and blushing in excitement 
and embarrassment, and felt Erin's big hands peeling my panties 
down.  His hand brushed my erection as he lowered them and I 
gasped, loving the soft, smoothness of his skin.  My penis stuck 
out hard and frantically throbbing in hairless boyhood.  It 
glowed a bright pink with excitement despite its pale white 
coloring, the head shining a bright purple that was almost white.  
Red excitement pulsed along it and I felt ready to cry in embar-
rassment, knowing that I couldn't hide it, so greatly did I 
desire their affection for it.

    Like Shane, Erin couldn't work my underwear down below my 
smooth, skinny thighs.  Despite my shame, however, I reflexively 
took hold of them and knelt over, slipping them all the way down 
my hairless legs.  I stood up again, completely naked now, star-
ing at my stiff little penis, but secretly watching the other 
boys as they looked at it too.  It was so hard, pulsing visibly 
with prepubescent erection.  It stuck out straight as an arrow, 
no thicker than a man's pinky and certainly shorter.  It was 
skinny and short, particularly compared to Shane and Eric's.  I 
wondered if Erin's penis was as small, but the pulsing bulge in 
his shorts told me that was silly:  I had the smallest penis in 
the world.  A two inch boner, however pretty in its hairlessness, 
was still very small.

    "Come here, sweetie," Erin said, his eyes staring at my 
hairless little erection as his long, skinny arm reached for my 
body.  Eager for an older boy's affection, I swallowed and let 
him guide me down on the bed beside Shane.  I didn't like to lay 
down so close to the pretty boy, but my only regret was that it 
showed how much bigger his penis was than mine.  He was smaller 
than me, at least a little bit, and looked much younger.  It was 
embarrassing to see how much bigger his penis was than mine.  Oh, 
it was nowhere near as big as Eric's, but somehow I knew that 
little boys should be more similar.  Comparing penises alone, I 
looked like a child and Shane looked like a prepubescent.

    "His peepee is little," Shane said, making me long to curl up 
and hide the hairless thing.  I laid there, however, feeling 
ashamed, letting the other boys compare my stiff cock to Shane's.  
If there was any relief from this scrutiny, it was only the odd 
feeling that I had that Erin was more infatuated with me than he 
was my innocent competitor.

    "It's beautiful," the older boy said, smiling all up and down 
my skinny, naked body.

    Shane blushed and smiled up at our young mentor.  "Are you 
going to take your clothes off?" he asked, his face blushing 
brighter as he looked away boyishly.  I thought he was so pretty 
and was certain that he was prettier than me.  I looked down at 
the throbbing, uncircumcised penis between his smooth legs, 
adoring the beautiful softness of his hairless belly, the smooth 
skin joining the base of his small boy cock in perfect hairless-
ness.  His scrotum looked equally hairless, the enlarged testi-
cles inside being held by the thick, pale skin of his sack.  I 
smiled over at the pretty boy and he returned a toothy grin, 
blushing to know I had been looking at his hairless penis.

    We both looked up as Erin's large hands reached down for the 

hem of his bright white t-shirt.  His belly appeared, looking 
very slender and firm with muscles that scarcely rippled his soft 
brown skin.  His belly button looked adorable on the smooth skin 
of his belly as the shirt slid slowly upward.  I was astonished 
when his chest appeared.  It was little thicker than Shane's or 
mine and the pubescent boy had very little muscle.  What was most 
beautiful about his chest were his nipples.  His skin was natu-
rally a darker hue than Shane's and mine, and his nipples were 
very brown.  They were also tiny, like a little child's, shrunken 
into erect little spots, their brown color looking extremely 
pretty against his pale brown skin.

    He slid the t-shirt over his head and I saw his underarms.  
He, too, had hairless underarms and the color of his smooth skin 
was little lighter than on his chest.  He had a beautiful young 
body, prettier than Shane's and mine by far.  I watched his 
smooth arms slipping from the shirt as it cleared his head, the 
adorable boy blushing as he smiled down at our naked little 
bodies, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes.  He looked so 
soft and smooth that I longed to feel my skinny body held against 
his childishly muscular little chest.

    He sat there blushing for a moment, allowing Shane and I to 
appreciate the beauty of his young body.  He was as skinny as we 
were, but his older age made his body bigger over all.  He was 
also changing quickly with puberty making his arms and legs look 
too long for his small boy chest.  Even his abdomen looked very 
long with his smooth brown skin, his ribs rippling his skin but 
the darker complexion making them look less pronounced, adorable 
beneath the small mounds of his chest and his tiny nipples.  He 
dropped his t-shirt on the floor and sat back on his butt.  I 
licked my lips in anticipation as the boy reached for his shorts.

    They were held shut with velcro and I could hear it tearing 
apart as the boy grinned and blushed.  He wasn't wearing any 
underwear and his young, brown penis quickly poked out of his 
fly, looking straight and throbbing with intense pubescent erec-
tion.  Shane giggled, but my adoring eyes didn't leave the thir-
teen year old boy cock.  Erin wiggled his butt and squirmed the 
shorts down his smooth, hairless thighs.

    His penis was big, but not quite as big as Eric's.  It stuck 
out so hard but his soft brown foreskin still partially covered 
his penis head.  It was still more than half visible however and 
might have been the same dark brown color of his tiny nipples 
save for the fact that his erection made it shine brightly, 
glowing a faint purple with excitement.  It stuck out a stiff, 
pulsing six inches, his foreskin running smooth and unblemished 
all along its slender length.  It was the same color as his belly 
and looked adorable.  Prettiest of all about his penis was the 
small patch of downy, dark brown hairs that decorated between his 
smooth legs.  They looked a lot like Eric's, very small and 
straight, looking softer than rabbit fur.  Through the little 
hairs, I could still see the soft, smooth brown skin of his pubic 
mound.  There was only a small circle of the young peach fuzz and 
none of it touched his hairless brown scrotum.  It held his large 
testicles close to his body and I could see the oval curves of 
his balls clearly through the smooth skin.

    Erin pulled his smooth, long legs from the shorts and tossed 
them on the floor.  He sat down on one butt cheek, supporting 
himself with a skinny arm, smiling and blushing as Shane and I 
adored him.  His big penis stuck out throbbing and my mouth 
watered looking at it, gazing at the soft beauty of his young 
foreskin as it slowly retreated from his brightly shining penis 
head.  He was so excited that a little droplet of thin sperm 
seeped from the little slit of his penis head, the droplet glis-
tening in the light and making me feel eager to taste his boy 

seed.

    Shane laid beside me giggling, his face blushing to see the 
larger, furry erection of the older boy.  I envied him fiercely, 
wondering is Erin liked his eleven year old body more than me.  
The little boy did have a bigger penis and it was very pretty as 
he lay naked beside me, his foreskin covered penis still pulsing 
rhythmically above his hairless belly.

    I felt and heard Erin's naked body starting to move and my 
eyes quickly turned to him, my heart beating faster in hopes that 
the pretty pubescent boy was coming over to me.  I felt like 
crying, however, when he crawled up beside Shane, the little boy 
separating me from the older boy.  Erin laid his smooth cheek 
against the eleven year old's thin shoulder, his large brown hand 
laying down on the skinny boy's little chest.  I laid there 
feeling unloved, but resigned to accept the fact that Shane was 
much prettier than I was.  I watched the teenager as his lips 
lightly caressed Shane's smooth, pale face, his hand rubbing 
lovingly across the little boy's flat chest.  He slipped his 
fingers beneath the child's arm, his large hand still holding to 
the little mound of the boy's childish muscles.

    Shane giggled bashfully as his body was loved by the older 
boy and I felt my eyes dropping down the skinny little boy's baby 
soft belly.  I stared in adoration at his young, three and a half 
inch cock as it throbbed in his pale pink foreskin.  It looked so 
big on the smooth, hairless mound between his legs and I could 
just see his tiny slit as his purple penis head poked ever so 
slightly through his foreskin.

    I felt sad knowing that both Erin and I adored the little boy 
more than me.  Adoring his hairless innocence, however, was also 
very pleasant, watching his young cock throbbing in prepubescent 
beauty.  Despite my longing desire for affection, my adoration 
for the naked little boy brought some comfort.  Knowing that even 
if I wasn't loved, I was still free to love the hairless child. 
Gazing at his tensely throbbing boner, I watched as my small hand 
moved slowly toward it.

    Shane let out a startled cry and stared down at his cock as 
my fingers took gentle hold of it.  Despite the soft thickness of 
his foreskin, I could feel it throbbing with intense hardness 
beneath.  It felt so nice, so soft in the pale foreskin, so hard 
in erection, so hairless in boyhood.  The boy's head turned 
toward me and I looked over at him.  He was grinning with excite-
ment, his face so adorable that all I could do was gaze at him 
with love.  He looked excitedly back down at his penis as my 
fingers continued to enjoy its pulsing beauty.

    Erin was smiling as his lips continued to caress the little 
boy's skinny neck and down over his baby soft little shoulder.  I 
watched him, wishing that he was kissing my body like that.  He 
was even more tender than Eric, his fingers still slipped into 
the child's hairless underarm as his hand gently held to his 
little boy chest.  I was so jealous.

    I looked down Shane's thin, hairless body at my fingers still 
gently feeling his throbbing young organ.  I loved him so much 
despite my jealousy for his beauty.  I almost couldn't bare to 
look at his young, hairless erection and my eyes gazed at his 
little chest.  It looked so small and pale beneath Erin's hand, 
but the darker boy had moved enough that one of the child's tiny 
purple nipples was exposed.  Shane seemed to enjoy having his
chest kissed by the older boy so much that I longed to be equally 
pleasurable for him.  Still holding his throbbing cock, I moved 
down a little bit, sitting up and leaning my face toward his 
beautiful little chest.

    I pressed my lips against the little boy's tiny nipple, 
feeling the firmness of its little erection as my lips pressed 
against his baby soft skin. His skin was so smooth, his body so 
small and beautiful.  As I kissed his little chest, my eyes could 
see how pretty his thin rib cage was and I felt my lips gravitat-
ing toward it.  I could feel the gentle ripples of his hard ribs 
against my mouth, adoring the softness of his skin, the perfect, 
unblemished smoothness of his body.

    I sat up farther as my blue eyes caught sight of his little 
belly button.  It was as if I didn't know that I was getting so 
close to his cock.  I still held his hairless wonder in my fin-
gers.  I wasn't masturbating him, just holding it, so gently that 
I didn't even pull his foreskin free of the head, something I 
longed to see completely bared.  My lips pressed down near to his 
belly button, kissing the baby soft skin of his belly, feeling 
the little boy's muscles shivering in excitement.  Both Shane and 
Erin giggled at me, but I still didn't think about what I was 
doing.  I so adored his smooth skin that it never occurred to me 
that his erection was only inches away.  The lower I got, the 
more beautiful he seemed and I could see how smooth and baby soft 
his lower belly was.  Panting gently through my kissing lips, I 
felt them moving lower and suddenly felt the head of his penis 
poking against my cheek.

    I was so startled to feel it, warm and pulsing against my 
soft skin, that I sat up in astonishment.  I looked down at the 
hairless uncircumcised boy cock, my hand still holding it, and 
suddenly realized that I was practically sucking it already.  
Looking at its pale, hairless beauty, I knew that I wanted to 
suck on it.

    My heart pounding with nervousness, I let my head move down 
between the child's legs.  My mouth opened and, before I'd really 
thought about it, my hand slipped from his penis to allow my lips 
to totally engulf the young erection. It was so hard, feeling 
thick between my lips, the foreskin tasting wonderful against my 
tongue.  I wrapped my lips down near his hairless pubic mound, 
his full three and a half inch penis in my mouth, his hairless 
skin against my lips, the cock pressed against my throat until I 
thought I would gag.  It was so weird, my mind filled with so 
much confusion that I scarcely knew what I was doing.  My tongue 
could feel the boy pulsing all along it, and my lips were acutely 
aware of the hairless skin pressed against them.  As my mouth 
held to his boy cock, I tried to understand how the boy felt and 
soon realized that his high pitched voice was whimpering in 
boyish delight.  Erin was still kissing his small chest, but I 
knew it was me sucking his penis that excited him most.

    Swallowing in embarrassment, I pulled my head from his cock.  
It still throbbed sticking out its straight three and a half 
inches with persistent intensity.  His foreskin had retreated a 
little more, but still covered the firm ridge of his purple penis 
head.  My fingers, which still held to the hairless base of his 
cock, moved slowly up the slender shaft.  I swallowed again, 
panting with affection for his hairless erection.  Nervously, my 
fingers gently gripped his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin 
back.  His slimy, glistening penis head poked slowly out as his 
pale foreskin slipped down his throbbing shaft.  I stared at it 
with intense love, so jealous of his hairless beauty, the gifted 
size of his boyish penis.  His purple penis head pulsed rhythmi-
cally, the little slit and rhythmic movements pleading with me to 
take it in my mouth again.  The slit was gaping wide with the 
ferocity of his erection, his whole cock moving up and down, up 
and down.

    Erin was giggling as he kissed the boy's skinny chest, but I 
didn't care.  Swallowing again, I leaned forward and felt his 

rock hard, pulsing penis head press against my lips.  It felt so 
big, so swollen, so hard.  As Eric had taught me, I let the young 
thing push its way back into my slimy mouth.  Still holding his 
foreskin against his hairless body, I let my lips slide down on 
him, hearing the little boy crying with pleasure and excitement.

    Shane's small, boyish hand slipped to my little shoulder and 
I could feel it showing his approval by ever so slightly pressing 
down on me.  My mouth moved down his stiff erection, swallowing 
the hairless young thing until my lips were again pressed against 
his hairless belly, feeling it again begging entrance to my 
throat.  The boy moaned loudly, his penis throbbing madly on my 
tongue. His excitement embarrassed me, but he seemed to enjoy the 
pleasure in his cock with great happiness.  My saliva made his 
exposed penis very slimy and I loved the feel of its hardness in 
my mouth.  It tasted so fresh and clean and I couldn't smell the 
boy seed as I could when I sucked on Eric's big boner. Shane's 
tasted clean and innocent.

    Still pulling the boy's thick foreskin back, I let my lips 
slide up his hairless boyhood, soon felt the firm ridge of his 
purple penis head against the inside of my lips.  I let them 
slide over the little boy's head, feeling his body stiffen in 
pleasure.  It still felt big and still pulsed frantically, the 
boy's skinny belly rippling gently as he squirmed ever so slight-
ly.  Trying so hard to excite the child, I let my lips slide over 
the slimy, glistening head of his excited erection, felt the 
purple thing slip back inside, heard the little boy pant and cry 
with pleasure as his slender shaft slipped between my lips. Soon, 
I could feel the soft, hairless skin of his boyhood against my 
lips again. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I adored it.  I 
sucked on the young thing until the boy was filled with pleasure.

    I would have been content to hold that small, hairless penis 
in my mouth forever, but excitement filled me with desire to feel 
the little boy climaxing. Filled with love for the hairless boy, 
I let my lips move up his slender penis shaft again.  erin was 
giggling and I was certain that he was laughing at me, but I 
didn't care:  Shane's penis was so hard and so excited, all I 
could do was strive to give him his ultimate pleasure.  God how I 
loved the penis in my mouth as I let it hold to his bare penis 
head, let the slender, pale shaft slide back into my mouth, his 
young penis pulsing madly against my tongue.

    I continued my slow, deliberate strokes on the child's boy-
hood, letting it slip in and out of my slimy mouth.  Erin was 
laughing at both of us, but I didn't care.  All I cared about was 
that sweet, hairless erection.  I knew the little boy liked it 
and I couldn't have stopped his joy for all the world.  He was 
squirming rhythmically now and I knew that he was very excited.  
I fantasized about how wonderful his pleasure must be, knowing 
that he was getting closer and closer to his prepubescent orgasm.  
I knew the penis in my mouth was intensely excited and knew that 
the eleven year old was soon going to feel the greatest pleasure 
his body could give him.  His penis was already so excited that 
almost nothing could contain his orgasm.

    My own penis was as tense and throbbing as Shane's and I was 
so excited I was almost willing to release his penis and devote 
all my attention to my own erection.  I controlled myself, howev-
er, and settled on doing everything I could to get the little boy 
off.  My neck aching already from bending over his pubic mound, I 
moaned softly and started to slide his penis in and out of my 
mouth with frantic desire for him to climax.

    The child's skinny body responded immediately with excited 
convulsions. I could see his thin rib cage bulging with hard 
bone, the crying boy frantically trying to deal with the pleasure 

in his hairless penis.  Ribs rippled even along his skinny chest, 
the child filled with intense pleasure, his tiny boy nipples 
erect with his excitement.  He was crying so loudly, Erin still 
giggling as he enjoyed the little boy's orgasmic pleasure, the 
older boy's lips still tasting the child's smooth, hairless body 
and underarms.

    Shane's penis was moving in and out of my lips and I could 
feel the shiny head slipping in and out, my lips lovingly rubbing 
over the sensitive young thing until the frantic boy begged for 
relief.  He was so hard, so excited, his hairless penis throbbing 
frantically, his skinny young body squirming as his blue eyes 
closed and the boy cried with pleasure.  I pulled his foreskin 
all the way back and shoved his sensitive penis head all the way 
against my throat casing him to cry louder, his head turning as 
he struggled to deal with his immense pleasure.

    His high pitched voice screamed as his penis leapt into full 
blown orgasm.  Erin had to hold the boy still so intense was the 
frantic pleasure of his penis.  His adorable young face was 
twisted with uncontrollable pleasure, the boy still crying with 
the intensity of his orgasm.

    His skinny body jerked spasmodically on the bed, Erin trying 
to hold him still, me plunging down on his stiff, hairless penis 
and holding it.  Through the hardness of his erection, I felt the 
child's penis rhythmically flexing, longed for the taste of boy 
sperm.  His slender hips jerked with every flex, the boy crying 
desperately.  Nothing came out, however.  Despite all the boys's 
squirming, despite all his passion, the child was too young to 
have semen.  He lay with his skinny body contorting, his thin 
hips jerking, his small, bald penis frantic to ejaculate as his 
pleasure totally consumed him with pleasure. I leaned between his 
legs holding his flexing penis full on my tongue, letting him 
climax there with no reward save for the knowledge that he felt 
very, very good.

    He cried and sighed deeply as the peak of his orgasm subsid-
ed, the boy's rippling little body collapsing with deep gasps of 
pleasure and little whines of relief.  As his skinny body grew 
still, I sucked all of his stiff boyhood into my mouth, holding 
the hairless thing there, knowing the boy was reveling in the 
pleasure he had so recently felt.  I held his hard boyhood in my 
mouth, the hairless young thing not softening in the slightest.  
It felt so nice and I loved the boy so much, that I felt eager to 
suck on his cock until he had another orgasm.  His hand was still 
on my little shoulder, and the boy showed that he was happy to 
let me suck on his hairless erection forever.

    Still, my neck was aching from sucking on him, and I soon had 
to let the boy cock go.  It lay there between his hairless legs, 
not throbbing now, but still stiff and hard.  His pale foreskin 
slipped back across the hardness of his young penis head and his 
whole cock was shining with my loving saliva.

    My lips glistening with spit, I gazed up his slender, hair-
less belly, his gently rippling rib cage, his small, childish 
chest, slender neck, the pretty, flushed beauty of his smooth 
face.  My God he was so beautiful.  He was so small and young but 
his small hairless penis was still able to give him the same 
intense pleasure that mine gave me, the same pleasure that older 
boys desired more than life itself.  To see his soft, beautiful 
face filled with happiness for the pleasure his penis was able to 
fill, made me ache in love for him.

    The boy's eyes were still closed initially, but they soon 
opened. Seeing my adoring eyes, the boy smiled at me, his thin 
lips panting in post-orgasm, his love for me and the pleasure I 

brought to him enough to make me feel very good inside.

    Erin lay beside the little boy, his smooth boy face smiling 
at the child's happiness.  His big hand still caressed Shane's 
little chest and still petted his hairless underarm, but it soon 
slid down the boy's skinny body, rubbing his baby soft skin with 
adoring affection.  As he did this, his adorable face and deep 
brown eyes looked at my skinny body and I suddenly felt like all 
his affection for Shane was only to get the boy off before he 
turned to me.  He loved me.  I could feel that, and, as his eyes 
gazed into mine before looking down my hairless, naked body, I 
knew that I was the one he wanted to have sex with most.

    Oddly enough, I felt more nervous knowing how much the boy 
wanted me. Swallowing nervously, I tore my eyes from the older 
boy and my skinny, naked body lay slowly down beside Shane, still 
on the far side of the hairless boy's skinny body from Erin.  
Somehow, I knew that I was next and that Erin was the boy who was 
going to make my still throbbing erection climax.  Make no mis-
take: I desired his affection and my own orgasm a great deal, but 
I was very nervous knowing that the older boy was going to play 
with my hairless, little cock.

    It was so odd.  I had felt so second-string for so long.  
Now, I laid down and stared at my own naked, hairless body, at 
the little throbbing boyhood between my own skinny thighs.  My 
little penis was beautiful.  It may have been smaller than Sha-
ne's, and far more hairless than Erin's, but as I watched it 
throbbing, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever 
seen and only my prepubescent embarrassment kept me from rubbing 
on it myself.

    Shane was giggling, his pretty face flushed with bashfulness 
and post orgasm.  He sat up on his elbows smiling at my naked 
boyhood and even his skinny abdomen rippled with hard muscles, 
his ribs joining them in rippling his small, thin body.  Erin's 
long, slender arm reach across the skinny boy's bare chest, his 
soft forearm rubbing across the child's little nipples before 
reaching all the way across and laying his hand on my little 
chest.

    "It's your turn, Kelvin," he grinned at me, causing me to 
blush as I watched his pale brown hand laying on my almost white 
skin.  Shane lay back down giggling as Erin's teenaged, pubescent 
body crawled over his skinny chest and reached for my body.  I 
felt his big hands slipping into my hairless armpits and let the 
older boy pull me toward him.  My skinny arms took hold of his 
and I stared down at my penis as it suddenly pressed against the 
little boy between us.  Shane giggled again and I couldn't help 
grinning as I felt his smooth, baby soft thigh sliding against my 
excited little erection.

    Erin seemed so strong to be almost lifting my little body up, 
his skinny chest flexing with little muscles, his slender, almost 
hairless arms rippling boyishly.  I giggled with Shane suddenly 
as I felt my stiff boner rubbing across his hairless penis.  His 
boyhood was a little softer now, the purple head swallowed in his 
thick foreskin.  It felt really nice pressing between my legs, 
but was soon replaced by his other thigh as my body slid closer 
to Erin.

    The older boy's hands still held to my armpits and little boy 
chest as he lifted me across onto him.  I panted through my 
excited giggles, astonished as the boy guided me between his 
legs.  His throbbing penis felt so big as it joined with mine and 
I felt his hands slowly lowering my boy chest down onto his.  His 
body felt so hard beneath me, but soft too with the smoothness of 
his pale brown skin.  I could actually feel his tiny, erect 

nipples pressing against my skin as I wiggled and found a com-
fortable place for my little body to lay on his, our penises 
feeling warm as they lay side by side pressed between our pubic 
mounds.  His peach fuzz was so downy that I could just barely 
feel it caressing my little penis head.  Just thinking about it 
was enough to excite me, however, and I wished I could see my 
little, purple penis head laying against that little circle of 
soft, dark brown fuzz.

    Erin's big hands slipped through my underarms and I felt his 
baby soft arms taking hold around my body.  His arms were so long 
and I was so skinny that it was easy for him to hold me, his big 
hands moving tenderly across my thin shoulders.  He was smiling 
at me as I lay on top of him, my face filled with astonished 
pants and soft exclamations of pleasure as I imagined our penises 
rubbing each other.  Even though I was panting, Erin blushed and 
his beautiful, smooth brown face lifted toward mine.  I was 
astonished when he pressed his slimy lips against mine, but it 
felt really nice so I lay there and let him kiss me.

    Without thinking about it, I felt my skinny body gently 
pressing my penis harder between his legs and I gasped louder.  
Erin giggled at my boyish excitement and moved his lips so that 
his baby soft cheek could rub against mine.  "Are you getting 
excited, Kelvin?" he asked, as if my whimpering pleasure wasn't 
obvious.  I didn't answer him, just lay there as my skinny body 
started forcing me to rub my little erection rhythmically against 
him.  "That's so sweet," he said, his big hands rubbing lovingly 
through my blond hair.

    My body seemed to take this as permission and I felt it 
straining to rub against him still more.  I could feel his 
smooth, hairless legs rubbing against mine, his big feet looking 
larger against my smaller ones.  The older boy held me closely to 
his small, childishly muscular chest, one hand gently holding the 
nape of my neck, the other holding to my skinny shoulders as my 
body struggled to hump him against the tenderness of his loving 
hug.  "That's a boy," his young voice encouraged me as my head 
slipped down on his shoulder, my boy voice whimpering with pleas-
ure.  My penis was so hard it almost hurt and I couldn't seem to 
stop myself from rubbing it against Erin's boy fuzz.  He was 
laying so still, only the tender caresses of his hands on my back 
and neck moving him as my body gently moved rhythmically up and 
down on him.

    "Okay, Kelvin," he said, and I cried in frustration as I felt 
his big hands slip into my hairless armpits again.  I struggled 
to push my penis against his some more, but the stronger boy 
lifted me away, rolling me backward on the bed.  I could feel 
Shane's naked little body rub against my back and legs as the boy 
squirmed over to give me room to lie between them.  My face 
pleading, I tried to remount the older boy, but he just smiled 
and held me back.  "It's okay, Kelvin," he giggled at my frantic 
excitement.  "Let's let Shane play with you, too."

    I scarcely heard him say this, but it sunk in as I heard 
Shane giggle, his small hand laying on my belly and rubbing my 
soft skin.  I looked down as I lay back on the bed.  My hairless 
little erection looked red and raw, still throbbing fantastical-
ly, the purple head looking so little and excited.  Erin's big 
hands joined Shane's, the older boy rubbing across my skinny 
chest as he sat up on his butt.  I stared at his big erection, 
the brown head completely freed of his foreskin, so much so that 
it didn't look like he even had a foreskin save for the smooth 
perfection it gave his young penis shaft.  His penis was pulsing 
up and down, looking wonderful with the dark circle of soft fuzz 
around the base.  His testicles were held closely by his smooth 
scrotum now forming a round ball at the base of his cock between 

slender thighs as smooth and hairless as a child's.

    Erin saw me staring at it and grinned down at me.  "You like 
sucking penises, don't you?" he blushed, his big hands rubbing my 
chest.  The droplet of sperm that had seeped from his penis head 
was gone now and I realized how eager I was to suck him until he 
squirt in my mouth.  I licked my lips, my head reflexively nod-
ding in answer to the thirteen year old's question.

    "I like sucking penises, too," Shane giggled through his 
toothy grin. His pretty face was blushing brightly, his cheeks 
flushed against his pale skin, but his blue eyes were twinkling 
with excitement and it was obvious that the boy was telling the 
truth.  I looked down at his little chest and slender abdomen, 
the small, hairless softness of his young boyhood.

    "Do you suck on Michael's penis a lot?" Erin asked the eleven 
year old boy.

    Shane giggled and nodded.  "He likes sticking it in my butt, 
too," the boy blushed happily.

    "Really?" Erin smiled at the boy's innocent happiness.  I 
looked at Shane blushing, picturing him having sex with the 
muscular little pubescent Michael.  I wished that I had a boy 
friend whose penis was smaller like Michael's so I could find out 
what it was like to be fucked more lovingly than I was at the 
orphanage.  Eric's seven inch erection was definitely too big for 
my little butt.  The thought of Shane's hairless little butthole 
excited me even more and I was all ready to stick my little penis 
inside him.

    "Do you want to suck on Kelvin's penis?" Erin asked the boy.

    Shane smiled down at it, then nodded excitedly up at the 
older boy.  His pretty young face smiled at me and his happiness 
filled me with love for him. Without another word, the skinny 
little boy turned his body toward my cock.  I could feel his 
chest laying down on my belly and soon felt his small hands 
moving between my legs.  He giggled and I moaned as I felt his 
small fingers caressing the hairless skin around my boner.

    Erin's tender hand traced slowly down my chin and I looked up 
at him. He was smiling down at me in adoration and his fingers 
lightly slid over my chin and gently touched my slender lips.  He 
opened them gently with his fingertip and I lay confused by his 
tender love.

    I let out a little cry as I felt Shane's small hand taking 
hold of my stiff little penis.  Erin's adorable face grinned at 
my astonished pleasure, his fingers still caressing my smooth, 
beardless face.  "It's okay, Kelvin," he assured me.  I lay in 
excitement as I watched the older boy moving up toward me on his 
knees.  His big, six inch cock still throbbed madly and he was 
soon sitting back on his ankles, his young manhood sticking 
straight out in erection. I looked down across his small, slender 
chest, adoring the perfect softness of his skin, his tiny brown 
nipples, waiting to receive the hot penis I knew was coming.

    My body tensed madly and I cried again as I felt Shane's cool 
tongue start licking my hairless boyhood.  I looked down, but all 
I could see were the child's thin shoulders as he lay on me.  
With his arm laying over my belly, his little armpit was laying 
directly against my skin, feeling smooth and hairless. I wished I 
could watch him licking my little erection.  His back was so thin 
and I adored the firm ridges of his small shoulder blades.

    Erin waited for me to absorb some of the pleasure of having 

my penis licked before his fingers again reached out to caress my 
cheeks, again pulling my excited attention to him.  His deep 
brown eyes filled me with love as he stood up on his knees, his 
young body looking long and thin and so unbelievably smooth with 
his pale brown skin.  I watched his hairless underarms as the boy 
reached out his arms and reached across to the far side of my 
head.  He leaned down on his long, slender arms and stood on all 
fours like a puppy.  He didn't have to crawl very far to bring 
his big penis to my face and I suddenly felt it poke against my 
smooth cheek.  Erin giggled as my body jerked in surprise and his 
big hand reached down his body to take hold of his erection with 
his fingers.  The older boy pointed the young thing at my mouth 
and I swallowed, feeling my breath panting through my lungs.  I 
watched Erin guiding his big, bulbous penis head to my lips and I 
opened my mouth to greet it.

    It felt hard and warm as it touched my lips, and I had to 
open my mouth wider to give it room to enter.  Reflexively, my 
tongue stuck out to touch the boy's penis head and I could in-
stantly taste the sweet, boyish flavor of his seed, though his 
cock was still free of actual semen.  I could hear Erin breathing 
faster, a big grin on his face, as he slipped his penis farther 
into my mouth.  It was so big and I was worried that he would 
shove it down my throat.  He was very gentle, however, and knew 
how much of the young thing could fit in my childishly small 
mouth.  I could feel the rock hard head throbbing on my tongue 
and nervously wrapped my lips around the firm ridge of it.  The 
boy pressed his hips forward slightly and a little more of his 
cock slipped into my slimy mouth but not very much.

    I looked up his skinny body laying over the top of me, could 
see the pin pricks of his tiny, dark brown nipples sticking out 
slightly from his otherwise perfectly smooth chest.  Above that, 
the adorable boy's head was bent over so he could look down at 
his penis sticking in my mouth.  He was grinning at me and I knew 
he loved me.

    Shane really knew how to excite a cock with his tongue and 
mouth.  His licking had focused more and more on my little purple 
head and I soon felt him working the little thing into his mouth.  
His lips wrapped around it and I felt them sliding down its 
skinny, two and a half inch length.  In no time, I felt his lips 
pressing against my hairless belly and testicles.  I needed air 
so badly but the big cock in my mouth kept me from getting it.  
It hissed through my nose, my little chest heaving up and down as 
I moaned in pleasure.  My boyish cries got little farther than my 
chest, however as I continued sucking on Erin's penis head.  It 
felt so good.

    I tried to look down at Shane again but still could see 
nothing more than his skinny shoulder blades, the smooth, pale 
perfection of his skin as the baby soft side of his chest lay 
pressed across my belly.  Feeling helpless in pleasure, my eyes 
drifted upward and could see the last couple of inches of Erin's 
cock as it pointed itself down into my mouth.  I lay letting the 
boys do what they wanted to do to me, my blue eyes able to see 
little more than the soft black peach fuzz just around Erin's 
penis.  This was a wonderful sight and I enjoyed gazing at it as 
I felt my penis filling with pleasure.  At the same time, I could 
see the underside of the thirteen year old's hairless scrotum.  
It was so smooth and soft looking, a pale brown like the rest of 
his magnificent pubescent body.  From that angle, I couldn't see 
any peach fuzz, just the soft hairlessness of his scrotum where 
it joined to his smooth thighs.

    I lay there without moving as my little boyhood was sucked by 
Shane and my own mouth was filled with a thirteen year old penis.  
Erin's thin body was moving ever so slightly up and down on me, 

his penis sliding a little less than an inch in and out of my 
lips.  I could see the baby soft skin around his little belly 
button rippling slightly as he moved, his young body undulating 
in young, rhythmic pressure.  My tongue could still feel his 
penis head throbbing with his young heartbeat.  It was so hard 
that my tongue could actually feel the little slit gaping open.  
It felt wonderful.

    I was still moaning against the cock in my mouth as I felt 
Shane's slimy lips sliding up and down on my stiff little erec-
tion.  He moved up and down on it rhythmically and I was amazed 
that an eleven year old boy could know so much about pleasing a 
boy cock.  His lips were pursed tightly around my little boner, 
his blond head moving up and down between my legs.  He let his 
lips slide all the way over my little, purple boy head before 
plunging back down to my hairless body.  He had been doing this 
same thing over and over again and it felt so good that I felt 
like screaming my pleasure.  I was so overcome by pleasure that I 
fought to let my eyes see him doing it.  Still, however, all I 
could see was his back, watching his little shoulder blades 
rippling as his entire body moved up and down, guiding his blond 
head and slimy mouth moving on my erection.

    Even with Erin's penis moving in my mouth, it was pretty 
obvious how excited I was.  Not only was I moaning as loudly as a 
mouth full of penis could allow, but my skinny, hairless little 
body was growing stiffer and stiffer.  the pleasure in my penis 
was so great that I was crying and neither Shane nor Erin had any 
doubts that I was going to climax.

    Shane responded by sucking even harder on me causing me to 
squeal against Erin's penis head.  The little boy's slimy lips 
started to slide even faster up and down on my two and a half 
inch erection until I was astonished that he could move so fast.  
His mouth felt so warm, so slimy, as it plunged my cock franti-
cally in and out.  I was so excited, so close to my prepubescent 
orgasm, and I couldn't release any of my pleasure through crying 
and moaning. Without even trying to, my skinny little body start-
ed to squirm and it was growing so tense and filled with passion 
that the little boy must have had trouble keeping my hairless 
penis in his mouth.  If Erin's hips hadn't held me pinned to the 
pillows with his cock, and Shane's naked body hadn't been laying 
on my belly, I would have been a thrashing wreck, so intense was 
my orgasm.

    Erin was moaning now himself and he was still managing to 
slip his penis in and out of my lips.  I wanted to cry in love 
for his boner and for his downy peach fuzz, but I was already too 
busy crying for my own pleasure.  I tried again to cry out when 
the throbbing, rock hard penis head in my mouth suddenly squirt 
sperm onto my tongue.  I couldn't believe its wonderful flavor.  
It coated my tongue, the taste of his puberty filling me with 
love for him, adding to the pleasure in my own immature erection.  
I lay there crying, still feeling Erin humping his penis between 
my lips, tasting his wonderful boy seed as it made several 
squirts into my mouth.

    Perhaps it was the taste of Erin's sperm, but I was now lost 
in orgasm. My body was squirming beneath the other boys' weight 
and my slender hips were striving to shove my penis deeper into 
Shane's warm mouth.  I looked up and saw Erin's soft dark peach 
fuzz and suddenly cried out with fantastic pleasure.  My body 
grew extremely rigid and I was filled with dizzy passion.  It lay 
there reveling in the intensity of its young pleasure then sud-
denly started jerking madly.  I bounced on the bed, Shane swal-
lowing all of my boyhood and sucking on it as the little thing 
between my legs tried to ejaculate its little sperms.  I didn't 
have any, of course, but my penis wanted to squirt so badly.

    I collapsed in a crying, gasping heap on the bed as the 
intense pleasure of orgasm subsided into a growing warmth that 
spread from my penis all the way through my belly and across my 
body.  Every muscle in my arms and legs seemed to relax as if 
they'd been clenched for hours and I felt so good.  I needed air 
so badly, but Erin's penis was still humping my mouth and I was 
forced to take everything I could through my small boy nose.  It 
wasn't enough, but I let my chest heave with the effort to fill 
them and let the thirteen year old boy have his way with me.

    Shane was still sucking on my penis and it felt nice.  It 
didn't feel like it was getting softer, but it didn't hurt any-
more and I liked the slimy warmth of his mouth.  I thought that 
Erin had already had his orgasm, but he was still moaning very 
loudly, his skinny chest and smooth body still rippling as he 
pressed his penis in and out of my mouth.  He seemed to be get-
ting more and more excited and this confused me:  Eric and I 
always relaxed after orgasm, and Eric's orgasm always came when 
his penis squirt sperm.  I could still taste Erin's sperm, but 
the boy didn't seem at all ready to relax.

    I was astonished and a little frightened when the small boy's 
big hand suddenly reached between his legs.  I could see his 
thumb and forefinger gripping the exposed four inches of his 
penis and the boy gasped very loudly as he started to masturbate 
himself.  I lay there without moving, feeling his slimy penis 
rubbing on my tongue, and almost gagged in surprise when his big 
penis started to squirt more sperm out.  This tasted every bit as 
good as the last time, but there was more of it and it felt 
warmer.  His hard penis head actually swelled as it squirt and I 
could feel it squirting with a lot of strength, the boy's hand 
still stroking madly on his young cock.

    He lifted up on his knees, still masturbating himself.  I 
looked up his skinny, pale brown body as his cock slipped from my 
lips.  Though his penis was losing its strength, sperm still 
spurted out of the head and it dripped into my face.

    "Shane," the older boy gasped through his pleasure.  "Come 
and taste some sperm."

    I felt the little boy's warm mouth leaving my penis and he 
excitedly sat up and came over to Erin and I.  he was grinning 
delightedly as he gazed at Erin's penis, not squirting now, but 
still covered with a layer of his thin sperm.  Shane's lips were 
very slimy from sucking on my boyhood, but he delightedly leaned 
over and slipped Erin's sperm coated penis head into his mouth.  
I adored the thought of the little boy's saliva joining mine on 
that beautiful, pubescent penis and lay gasping easily now as I 
watched him sucking Erin's cock.

    "Mmmm," the little boy giggled as he tasted Erin's sperm.  
Erin held the big cock in his hand and squeezed up its length.  
His foreskin made a little collar of flesh against Shane's lips, 
but he managed to squeeze the last of his sperm into the child's 
mouth.  Shane's cheeks were still flushed, but looked so smooth 
as I saw him tasting Erin's semen, his blue eyes gazing up at the 
skinny boy's bare chest and adorable face with love and adora-
tion.  He was such a sweet little boy.  I hoped that I would have 
a little boy to love me someday who was just like Shane.

    I was laying there as the eleven year old sucked Erin's 
quickly softening penis above my chest.  Although I adored watch-
ing them, my curiosity led me to look down at my penis.  It was 
softening now but was still bigger than it was normally.  It 
looked soggy and red and so beautiful in its hairless boyhood.  I 
wished that I could stick it in my mouth and taste Shane's slimy 
saliva, but there wasn't much chance of that; it was just too 

little.

    Smiling down at the naked little boy, Erin's hands slipped 
beneath Shane's hairless armpits and gently lifted him from his 
slimy cock.  The boys looked so happy and I felt myself blushing 
and smiling with them.  Erin's fingers were still in the boy's 
armpits, his palms resting on Shane's little chest, but they 
suddenly slid down the child's hard rib cage and tickled his 
sensitive belly.  Shane squealed madly and fell over on my body, 
contorting wildly as Erin's fingers continued to stab at his 
ribs.  His high pitched squeals were so sweet and innocent and 
the feel of his naked body squirming on my chest and belly was 
wonderful.  I tried to support the little boy by holding him with 
my hands, as much to get him still so that he didn't kick my 
penis or anything.

    Erin seemed to like the fact that I was touching Shane and 
let the little boy go from his tickles.  the older boy lay down 
beside me, his small chest swelling as he continued to breath 
heavily from his penis's exertion.  He lay there and smiled over 
at me as I absently moved Shane's naked little body over to the 
other side of me.

    Shane's naked body giggled and the young boy rolled over me 
and fell down between Erin and my naked bodies.  We all giggled 
at his boyish delight, though Erin and I were still hungry for 
air. Still, the young boy was so playful we couldn't ignore him 
and soon the three of us were wrestling naked, limp penises and 
soft bodies rubbing against each other with enthusiastic joy. 
Somehow, Erin's hands kept managing to find their way to our 
exposed rib cages and both Shane and I were soon screaming with 
laughter as the older boy tickled our ribs.

    We wrestled like this for about ten minutes, finally growing 
so exhausted that we collapsed against each other, Erin cradling 
us both against his slender body.  Shane and I blushed and smiled 
at each other, each laying with a cheek pressed against one of 
the older boy's tiny nipples.  It felt so nice to share Erin's 
love with the other little boy.

    The door to the room opened and Eric walked in, a happy smile 
on his face.  He was stark naked, his big penis swinging between 
his legs so far I could tell he had been playing with another 
boy.  "What's going on in here?" he grinned and came over to us.

    "We were playing," Shane giggled as the fourth boy's naked 
body climbed into bed with us.  His big penis got more than a 
casual glance from the other boys.  I just buried my face against 
his chest and stroked his belly, happy to be with him again.

    "Sounded like you were being skinned alive," Eric grinned, 
his soft hand tenderly stroking my back with love.

    "Well, Erin was tickling us," the young boy defended grinning 
his cute boyish grin, revealing the small gap of his missing 
tooth again.

    "Thanks, Eric," Erin said kissing my lover.  "You really made 
my last night something to remember."

    Eric looked rather pained by this declaration, but shrugged 
his shoulders.  "Erin... can you really stop... you know..."

    Erin's face grew serious a moment and he didn't look back at 
Eric. "No," he said at length.  "...and I'm not going to."

    "Huh?" Eric's face questioned.  "You have to get married in 
two hours."

    Erin swallowed nervously.  "I'm not going to marry that Sally 
Stratford," he declared.

    "But you have to.  It's your fourteenth birthday."

    Erin suddenly looked at Eric, his cute face so serious it 
caught all of our attentions.  "Can you keep a secret, Eric?  I 
mean a real big one?  You guys, too?" he added looking at Shane 
and I.

    We nodded, all filled with nervous fear for the boy.

    "I'm running away tonight."

    "What?!" Eric's voice cracked.  "You can't run away. They'll 
hunt you down.  You'll never be able to hide from the dwarves and 
you can't get over the mountains alive."

    "I have... friends," the boy swallowed, looking away again.

    "Who?" Eric asked.

    "Just some friends.  They're friends of Jonathan's.  They 
paid the dwarves to let me sneak out in a wagon."

    "Pa says Jonathan is friends with the Boylovers," Eric said, 
a loose point but one that caught all eyes when Erin suddenly 
stared in surprise then looked away.  "Mama says there aren't any 
Boylovers," Eric added doubtfully. "And Mother, too.  They said 
Pa was just crazy 'cause of the Holy Warrior tribe he belongs 
to."

    Erin just shrugged.  "I shouldn't have said anything," he 
said.  There was a long moment of silence, Erin stroking Shane's 
shoulder, the three of us just staring at the boy.

    "A boy can't leave his wedding," Shane said wide eyed.  "All 
boys have to marry a girl.  My Mother says it's a sin not to."

    "Well, then I'm going to sin.  You promised not to tell, 
Shane."

    "I won't," the boy said weakly, suddenly crossing his heart 
and hoping to die.

    "Where are you going to go?" Eric asked his friend.

    "Kovz," Erin replied, his eyes flashing with eagerness. 
"There aren't any girls there, Eric.  Just boys.  And you don't 
have to ever grow up.  And you can play the game as long as you 
want."

    "Who are the Boylovers?" I asked.

    "They're these boys who never grow up and never die and play 
the game forever.  That's who the Holy Warriors are, Eric, and 
that's why they hate the Boylovers.  They say any boy who plays 
with a Boylover will never be able to make babies and you know 
what that would do to your dowry..."

    "But you're getting married..."

    "No, I'm not.  I'm going to Kovzland."

    All of us jumped in conspiratorial terror that we were caught 
when there was a knock at the door.  Without an invitation, the 
door opened but no one was there.  We all stared wide-eyed in 
confusion as the door suddenly closed.

    "What the..." Erin started to say, but before he could fin-
ish, two forms appeared in the air, moving as if they were taking 
off clothing we couldn't see. As soon as the invisible clothing 
was free from their arms, it appeared as two light blue robes 
which the two people draped over their arms.

    We were all so stunned by their appearance that it took us a 
moment before we started trying to conceal our naked bodies.  
"Jonathan," Eric's voice cracked.  Erin's naked body immediately 
jumped up from the bed and his small, young penis swung gently 
between his legs as he went up to one of the two visitors.

    "How did you do that?" his high pitched voice asked.  The 
first visitor was a boy of about fifteen, a cute boy with blond 
hair who nonchalantly kissed Erin's cheek and smiled happily.  He 
didn't look much taller than Eric despite the mature way he 
carried himself, but then Eric was a tall boy for his age.

    "They're robes of invisibility.  You don't think they'd have 
let us in here if they could see us do you?" His voice had 
changed into a baritone, but still had the rough boyish sound of 
a young teenager to it.  He was dressed in slacks, a shirt and 
ankle high boots.

    The person with him was a man of about forty, dressed in a 
green shirt and leather vest.  He had a bow strapped across his 
back and his friendly face smiled at Erin's naked body.  "A 
pleasure to make your acquaintance, Erin," he smiled, taking 
Erin's hand and bowing to him.

    Erin immediately blushed and we could see him fight from 
trying to cover his limp penis.

    "I'm sorry," the blond haired boy said.  "This is Eric.. oh, 
we have two Eric's here," he nodded toward my Eric.

    "Hi, Jonathan," Eric nodded.  He, Shane and I had all grabbed 
fragments of clothing from the bed and floor to cover ourselves 
and we blushed brightly.

    "Anyway," the adolescent smiled.  "This is the guy I was 
telling you about."

    The man was still staring at the three of us on the bed and 
his eyes suddenly widened.  "Kelvin!" he exclaimed, his long legs 
rapidly crossing the room and coming up to me until I cowered 
back from him.  "Does Chris know you're here?" He stared at the 
shock in my face for a long moment then suddenly smiled with 
irony.  "Oh, Kelvin," he sighed, still smiling.  "You were killed 
after all."

    I just stared at him in confusion and embarrassment.  I was 
certain I had never seen him before in my life.

    "You know him?" Jonathan asked.

    "No," the man grinned.  "No, of course not.  I just had him 
confused with another boy I know." He was still leaning toward me 
and his smiling face glanced across my body.

    I shrugged, still leaning away from him in fear.

    "Where's the necklace?" he asked and my eyes grew wider. "Do 
you know?"

    "Master Thorne has it," my young voice squeaked.

    "And the lamp?"

    I shrugged my bare shoulders.

    He smiled more broadly at me and I jumped as he tousled my 
hair.  "Don't be afraid," he said.  "Just remember:  never take 
that ring off."

    I jumped again having long since forgotten the ring around my 
thumb and quickly surprised that he could see it.  With a brief 
glance I could see an identical ring around the man's finger and 
a shiver ran up my spine.  The man just smiled.  He gently lifted 
my hand and pulled the ring off my finger. "Here," he said.  I 
was too frightened and confused to move as he slipped the ring 
onto my left index finger.  "It'll be more comfortable there." I 
had been certain and was still certain that the ring was too big 
to stay on my slender, little fingers, but as I looked down at it 
I saw that it fit perfectly.

    In shock, I turned to Eric, but the young boy just sat there 
without moving, his bare chest just as still as the rest of him, 
as if he weren't even breathing.  A frightened glance about the 
room proved that they were all like this, everyone frozen solid 
save for me and the smiling man before me.  I was so frightened I 
almost screamed but just sat trembling at the man.

    "It'll be okay, soon, boy.  Don't be afraid." He stood up 
suddenly. "Uncanny resemblance, but this is plainly not the same 
boy," he said crossing back to Jonathan and Erin.

    "He lost his memory," Eric said.  "He can't remember any-
thing."

    "Is that so?  Well, I hear those things clear up eventually.  
We have to be going soon, Jonathan."

    "Yeah.  Are you ready, Erin?" the boy grinned down at the 
youth's naked body.

    "I have to get dressed," Erin said already starting back to 
his clothes. I could see the nervous fear in his cute face but it 
was nothing compared to the fear that still filled me.

    "Never mind all that," the man smiled.  He pulled a small 
packet from his shirt pocket and tossed it toward Erin.  Before 
it reached the boy, it expanded and grew into a blue robe identi-
cal to the ones they had been wearing when they entered.  "No one 
will see you with that on."

    Erin unfolded it, grinning excitedly at the magic it con-
tained, then suddenly grew solemn and turned back to Jonathan. 
"Can I say good bye to my friends?" he asked.

    "Of course," the man smiled.  "But be quick about it if you 
don't want to be married soon."

    Erin turned toward us then suddenly looked back.  "Hey, why 
can't they come, too?" he grinned.

    "No," the man shot back quickly, his smile not wavering.  I 
could see him glance at me.  "Not now.  They'll have to come 
later."

    "I'm not going anywhere," Eric suddenly defended, blushing 
despite his determination.

    "You will," the man nodded.  He looked at me again with the 
same ironic smiled I'd seen before.  "Sooner or later you'll all 
have to."


    None of us challenged his words, least of all me who sat in 
utter confusion, for none of us understood what he was talking 
about.  Erin turned toward us as if he were about to cry.

    "You must come later, Eric.  Please." Eric didn't say any-
thing, just sat watching.  "Thanks for the going away party. Tell 
Michael thanks, too." The boy seemed to fumble for something more 
to say but turned and walked back toward Jonathan and the man.

    "On with the robes," the man instructed, and soon their 
bodies were disappearing beneath them.

    "Good-bye," we heard Erin's voice say as the door opened. 
When it closed, we knew we were alone.

    Eric and I rode home in silence, me too frightened and con-
fused to tell him what had happened between the man and I. What 
did it all mean?

    We went to bed together in his room, though we were both too 
wrapped up in our private thoughts to have any interest in play-
ing together.  With tender kisses, our naked bodies curled up and 
we were soon fast asleep.