The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Five I awoke in the morning with a tense little boner that was demanding my attention. Eric was still asleep on the bed beside me and I half wished that he would wake up and suck on my penis again. I lay there on my back for several minutes, but made no noise and the thirteen year old didn't stir. I could feel my little erection throbbing against the sheets, the cool linen feeling nice against my hard, warm skin. Filled with childish excitement, I cautiously lifted the sheet and blanket from my body and looked down at it. It looked as small as ever, though I was now getting used to seeing it stiff and throbbing. The little purple head was alrea- dy shining with pressure, looking big for the skinny, white shaft of my boyhood. My smooth belly ran all the way to the base in soft, hairless perfection and, just beneath my penis, I could see my hairless testicles pulled into a small ball in my pink scro- tum. It looked adorable, even to me. Smiling, and trying not to wake Eric, I carefully moved the blankets down and lay them on my thighs, baring almost all of my skinny, pink body. I lay there for several minutes looking at my erection, feeling entranced by its hairless beauty and its rhyth- mic throbbing. My small hands lay nervously down on my little chest as I thought about rubbing on my boyhood. Eric had mastur- bated his and it looked like fun. All I had ever done is let him or Erin play with mine. I was curious, and skeptical, that I could make it have an orgasm all by myself, but I did want to try it just to find out. It would really be neat if I could rub on it and make it feel that good all by myself. Then I could do it all the time. Still, I felt embarrassed and nervous, as much about waking Eric and having him see what I was doing to myself as I was about doing it. Puberty was beginning to enter me, however, and my innocent embarrassment was little match for the desires of my erection. Glancing nervously across at Eric's slender, bare shoulders, I slowly moved my hand down between my legs. The skin felt so soft in its hairless innocence as my fingers reached for my erection. I looked intently for any sign of hair as I felt around it, but there wasn't the slightest bit. I was as smooth and hairless as a little child, even when I slid my fingers down around my little testicles. I felt a shudder of pleasure sweep through my belly as I touched my boner and I panted softly with a boyish smile, excited at the thought of doing it to myself. I could feel the little thing pulsing with my heartbeat, a strange, enchanting motion that hypnotized me, locked my eyes onto the hairless wonder of my prepubescent body. It was much too small to fit in my fist as Eric had held his but it felt nice when I held it between my thumb and forefinger like Eric did when he masturbated me. Repressing a giggle of delight and a moan of pleasure, I gently squeezed the skinny thing, feeling it pulsing between my fingers now, and slowly pulled down on the soft skin covering it. There was very little of this skin to rub on, but I could see the little knob of my penis grow brighter as what there was pulled away from it, the hard head shining a bright purple as if begging me to do it some more. My free hand slipped up my skinny chest and took hold of my neck as if to strangle me; a strange thing for it to do but one that made the pleasure feel even better. The door to the room opened and Master Thorne strolled in. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I just lay there holding my stiff penis for a second, just long enough for him to see what I was doing to it. By the time my reflexes kicked in and franti- cally pulled the covers back up, it was too late. Thorne's entrance and my quick movement awoke Eric and the sleepy boy turned over yawning, adorable face looking too groggy to know what was happening. "You're horny, aren't you, Kelvin?" Thorne leered at me as I held the blankets pulled tightly around my neck. "What are you doing, Eric?" Thorne shook his head at the young teenager. "Making your little play thing play with himself already?" Eric looked over at me in confusion, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was sitting up in the bed, his long, slender chest and belly exposed, his big penis still covered by the blanket. I lay there with my ears burning in shame and embar- rassment. Thorne grinned down at us for a moment with wicked delight. "Eric, you go to your room. I have some things to talk over with the boy." "What things?" Eric asked, slowly coming to full conscious- ness. "I told you to go to your room," Thorne said angrily. Eric looked down at me cowering beneath the blankets then turned on Thorne. "He doesn't have to do it if he doesn't want to," he said, sounding tougher than I had ever heard him sound before in front of his father. "Move it!" "He doesn't," Eric defended, a little less strongly as his tall, naked body crawled out from the covers and stood up, big penis sticking out half hard from his smooth, slender legs. "Oh, he'll want to," Thorne said with certainty, looking at me as if he knew every desire in my young body. "Now, you go to your room and stay there until I send for you. Do you understand me, young man?" Eric's adorable, boyish face looked ready to fight to the death for a moment, but he suddenly blushed and looked away in helpless embarrassment. "Yes, sir," he swallowed, blushing boy- ishly. He looked at me one last time, silently reminding me that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. After that, he turned and I sadly watched his thin back and small, round butt walk from the room. Thorne smiled at my fear and embarrassment and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it beside me. "You're going to do a little favor for me, boy," he said, still looking into my crimson face. "What?" my squeaky boy voice asked, softly. "There's a man who's going to bring his son by in about an hour. You're going to play with him like you do with Eric." "Why?" I asked, my young voice trembling. "Because if you don't, I'll whip your little butt raw. Do you understand?" I swallowed in fear and nodded. "Good," he said. He smiled down at me for a moment, then his big hand reached down and gently pushed the blond bangs from my eyes. "You'll like him, boy," he assured me. "And after him, there'll be a lot of others... a lot of others. Do you under- stand?" I nodded again, though the understanding embarrassed me tremendously. "Yeah, we're going to get along just fine, you and me, boy. You just stay a pretty little boy and we'll have no trouble finding you friends, even after Eric is gone next year. No trouble at all." I just laid there in wide-eyed fear that he was going to whip me, saying nothing, silently wishing he would leave me alone. "Mama!" he called as he stood up and turned away from me. Within seconds, the older woman was scurrying into the room. "Lord, what is it now?" she asked impatiently. "Fix the child up nice and pretty. Mr. Wellesley is bringing his boy by at ten." "Oh, he is?" Mama smiled happily, any hope that she would protect me quickly fading. "Isn't that nice. You're going to have him play with the child, then?" "He's never done it before," Thorne said. "You need to make sure he gets the right idea with our boy, here." "I understand," Mama said. "Don't you worry, Johnny. If there's one thing I know, it's how to make a boy pretty." Thorne nodded and started toward the door. As he reached it, he turned. "Try that baby costume they put him in at the orphan- age," he suggested with a knowing leer. "Robin's only twelve. Boys that age like that sort of thing." "Just what I was thinking, Master Thorne," she agreed with an equally knowing smile. "You always did." Thorne smiled at her a second, then turned and left the room. "Well, now, how's Mama's little boy this morning?" she asked, strolling to the bed as if she had just entered. I blushed and looked up at her, still hidden by the blankets, my boyish eyes looking up into hers as if begging her to be nice to me like she had been before. "Come on, now, honey," she smiled, sitting down and taking hold of the blankets I clutched around my neck. "It's going to be a big day for you." She peeled the blankets down my skinny, naked body and smiled when she saw my stiff, pulsing little penis, glowing pink from my erection. "You see there, honey, you're already to have a new boy, aren't you?" I was so embarrassed that I didn't say anything for a moment as she smiled down at my naked little body. "What if I don't like him/ e"arked ij! ke you'll like most any boy." I sat up on the bed, my legs sticking straight out, and looked down at my little erection, feeling small and helpless. My penis looked as childish and hairless as ever, though it now seemed to be something that I was supposed to loan out to anyone who wanted to play with it. Now, from what I understood, a new boy was going to come and I had to let him play with me no matter who he was. It seemed very strange to me, but I was still very innocent and still knew of no other way of life. Perhaps there were a lot of boys who did nothing but play with other boys at the instructions of some adult. Maybe it was just Kovz Boys, a term I still didn't understand but one that apparently referred to me. I was a Kovz Boy and Kovz Boys had sex with all other boys. I supposed, looking down at my little boner, that I could accept that. It was still better than the orphanage, though I felt myself aching to be with Eric. "Why can't Eric stay?" I asked softly, blushing. "Oh, shoot, honey," she said, coming back with a handful of white clothing. "You don't need to be with Eric all the time. He won't care if you play with other boys sometimes." I thought about the previous night and how Eric had loaned me out to Erin. That had been fun. Maybe Eric liked it when I played with other boys. Still, I hoped Eric would still let me play with his big penis and would still love me. "Come on, now, honey," Mama smiled, putting the clothing she'd brought down on the bed. "Let's get you a nice bath so you're all ready for this new boy." I swung my skinny legs over the side of the bed and felt Mama's hand on my bare shoulder as I stood up. I was so used to being seen naked now that I scarcely blushed as she led me out to the hall, my little boner still pulsing straight out from my little legs. It didn't even matter when Caroline came by and giggled at my hairless erection. Mama led me into the bathroom and I obediently walked up the steps and down into the tub. The water was only about a foot deep, but it was warm and I didn't complain as Mama came in beside me and started soaping my skinny little body down. Her hands, like before, rubbed everywhere in the slimy soap, even causing my skinny legs to buckle partway as she soaped my stiff penis. She washed my hair then poured buckets of water over my head, rinsing all the soap from my shiny, pink body. Once I was out of the tub, she towel dried me, then again led me back to the bedroom. Throughout all of this, she kept talking to me, assur- ing me that I was a pretty boy and that the new boy was lucky to get to be with me. I didn't say anything, just stood and did as I was told. I was fairly dry by the time we reached the bedroom, though my hair was still wet. My penis didn't soften in the slightest, a fact which seemed to delight Mama as she combed my hair. I stood naked and excited, the hardness between my thighs begging for attention but knowing that it wouldn't come for a while yet. When she was satisfied that my long blond hair would dry proper- ly, she led me to the bed and spread the white cotton clothing she had brought earlier out on it, her large hands gently guiding my skinny shoulders to sit down on it. I sat there silently with my legs dangling over the side as she pulled out a jar and dipped her fingers into a white, creamy solution. "Don't look like you really need this, do you, child?" she asked. I just blushed, not knowing or caring what she did to me. Gently, she pushed back on my small, bare chest and I lay down on the bed, little legs spread apart, little penis pulsing excitedly. I swallowed nervously as I felt her fingers rubbing the cool cream on my penis and all over the hairless mound bet- ween my legs. I couldn't help panting at her tender caresses, my stiff erection starting to ache as it seemed to get harder, though the little head was already shining almost white from excitement. She coated my boyhood generously and the cool, white cream soaked into my skin, making it look and feel softer, but coaxing my little penis into greater need for relief. She fin- ished with the cream by rubbing what remained across my little nipples and small boy chest. It felt good, but I knew it was making me hornier and I already felt like playing with it in desperation. "There now," she grinned at my horny little body and eager little erection. She put the jar aside and I felt her hands pressing my skinny thighs farther apart, the touch of her hands against the inside of my legs almost enough to make me cry in orgasm. Still smiling proudly at my excited boyhood, she pulled the thick, white cotton fabric up between my legs, producing two safety pins to clasp it shut. Like the Reverend Mother at the orphanage, Mama was very good at fastening a diaper on a boy and I panted helplessly as the cotton rubbed my erection. She at- tached it very tightly which felt nice against my stiff boyhood and left all of my upper thighs and most of my skinny belly bare. The diaper was so snug and small it just barely covered my pubic mound and, were it not for the thickness of the cotton, it would have been as if I were wearing nothing but underpants. Her hands took hold of my little boy chest and lifted me into a sitting position where I swallowed, feeling a little faint from excitement. Mama just grinned and grinned, taking a small t- shirt from the bed and rolling it up. Obediently, I stuck my skinny arms into the arm holes and she pulled it down over my little chest. "It's too small," my little voice said when the t-shirt ended an inch above my little belly button. It was still loose in the shoulders, but it was definitely too short. "You have a pretty belly," Mama smiled delightedly. "You should let the other boys see it." I wondered briefly how many other boys were going to be coming, but Mama was soon reaching into my armpits and lifting me to my feet. "Aren't you adorable," she said, smiling down at her work. I felt embarrassed, but pretty, feeling like my legs were twice their previous length. My hair had dried for the most part and the familiar yellow bangs were falling into my blue eyes. My penis was still throbbing but I was getting used to that by now. Mama led me to the mirror and made me look at myself, a sight I took in with no small amount of pleasure. I did look adorable with my long, smooth legs and soft, flat belly. In my helpless resignation, my boyish face looked most adorable of all, flushed a soft red almost permanently now, long blond bangs covering my forehead and falling into my eyes. Mama was obviously delighted and led me out of the room and down the staircase, her hands holding to my thin shoulders as if ready to show me off to everyone in the household. We didn't see anyone, however, until she led me out onto the back patio where Master Thorne was sitting with Mr. Wellesley. I felt her hands give my shoulders a gentle push toward them, then felt her turn and walk back into the house, leaving me standing there blushing and embarrassed to look at the two men. When he saw me, Thorne's eyes grew wide and a broad smile came to his lips, his gaze looking me up and down with intense approval. "Well, here he is now," he grinned, causing Wellesley to turn around. I could see the young man swallow and his eyes grew larger, too, gazing up my thin, hairless legs and across my boyish belly. "How about that for Robin's first time, huh?" Thorne grinned, nudging the younger man. Wellesley swallowed nervously. "He's awful young, John," was all the man could say. "Nonsense. Eric doesn't think so." I looked around for my young friend, but he was nowhere in sight. "Why is he dressed like that?" Wellesley asked, his eyes not leaving my small, half-naked body. "Well, he's the baby of the house," Thorne grinned. "Does he wet his pants?" "No, no," Thorne laughed. "We just wanted him to look spe- cial for Robin." "I don't know if Robin likes little boys," Wellesley said, turning nervously back in his chair. "All his friends are older." "Oh, he'll like Kelvin," Thorne grinned knowingly. "Trust me." "Well, he may not do it right away, is what I'm saying." "Bob, don't worry about it. Getting boys together is like breeding horses: you put the thought in their heads and they'll do it fast enough. You just watch and see if I'm not right. I've seen twelve of my sons go through puberty. Boys that age can't keep their hands off each other." "I thought you only had two sons," Wellesley said confused. "Eh, others all died fighting the damned heathen," Thorne spat, picking up a drink from the table. He had his legs perched up on a stone wall that held a flower bed and looked very com- fortable, sipping from his glass and gazing out at the soft, green grass. "How many boys you have, Bob?" he asked the younger man. "Three," Wellesley replied, "counting Robin. He's the old- est." "Where is that boy?" Thorne asked. "Time to get the show on the road." "I'll call him," Wellesley said softly. "Robin!" he called, standing. "Robin!" From far across the lawn, just at the edge of the woods, a boy appeared. "Yes, sir?" I heard a high pitched, childish voice call back. "Come on over here," Wellesley instructed, reclaiming his seat and instantly taking a sip from his glass. "Does he know?" Thorne grinned over at Wellesley. Wellesley shook his head. "He's only twelve. I've never even told him about..." "Well, he'll catch up soon enough," Thorne shrugged. "'Round these parts, boys start out at around ten. By the time they're married, they got it all out of their systems." I had stopped listening to them by this point, my eyes watch- ing the tall, slender form of the other boy jogging across the grass toward us. He was looking at us, just smiling happily as he ran. He was wearing a khaki short sleeve shirt and a matching pair of baggy pants. Even in his pants it was obvious that most of his five foot height was in his legs. His chest still looked small and boyish like a child's. I swallowed in astonishment as I watched him move for he was unbelievably beautiful. His hair was light brown and was neatly parted down the middle and layered back from a face that could have come from an angel. This boy, I was certain, was perfection. His face looked very soft and was lightly tanned, with a small, pug nose that I instantly adored. He looked so happy as he approached us, his smile momentarily slipping from his face as his baby blue eyes glanced briefly at me, then returning as he stood behind his father and slid his hands down around the man's neck, hugging him. "Are we leaving?" he asked, his voice the smooth, soft soprano of a little boy. "No, uh, no, son," Wellesley replied, his hand gently rubbing down the boy's smooth, slender arm. "I, uh... I..." "Your father just wanted you to meet Kelvin, Robin," Thorne put in for the nervous man. "Kelvin, say hello to Robin." I swallowed as I stared in adoration of the slender boy, my eyes unable to leave the soft beauty of his young face. "Hi," my boyish voice managed, my face blushing now, embarrassed to be dressed like I was in front of him. "Hi," Robin said, smiling uncertainly, his blue eyes gazing down my half-naked little body as he stood, hands resting on his father's shoulders. I could see his soft cheeks flush a little at the sight of me in my diaper and cut-off t-shirt, making his face look even more adorable. My eyes could not leave his face so entranced was I by his beauty. "Do you like him, Robin?" Thorne asked as if asking a boy to judge a new-bought puppy. Robin looked at Thorne questioningly, his slender eyebrows narrowing and adorable head tipping to one side. "I guess so," his boyish voice said uncertainly. "Kelvin is going to be your friend here, Robin," Thorne smiled. "He's going to help you get used to living in Tarsec Village, introduce you to people and things. You'd like that wouldn't you?" The boy shrugged his small shoulders, still looking at Thorne uncertainly. I understood how he felt: boys weren't used to having their friends picked by their parents. It just didn't seem right. "And Kelvin knows a lot of games to teach you, too. Isn't that right, Kelvin?" I glanced very briefly at Thorne, wishing he'd shut up, then turned back to the adorable boy as he turned and looked at me for an answer. Blushing brightly, I swallowed and nodded. "Dad..." the young boy began nervously holding his father's neck again. "It's okay, Robin," the man said, closing his eyes and sigh- ing heavily. "You'll like Kelvin... and you need to start making new friends, now." The twelve year old looked at his father a moment, then nodded. "Okay, Dad," he said, his voice as sweet and innocent as a child. I felt my heart beating in love for him and prayed that he would like me. The man gave his son's hand a squeeze then released it. "You boys go play now," he said, swallowing any uncertainty he might have. "Go on down to the barn and see the horses or something." He seemed eager to have us leave the area for some reason. "Oh, no, Bob," Thorne said. "There's no need for that. Why don't you boys just play here on the grass? Wrestle around or something." "In front of us?" Wellesley whispered in shock. "Well, sure. The barn's too dangerous for boys," Thorne smiled, then added in a loud whisper, "I told you we have to put the idea in their heads, didn't I?" He grinned at the younger man's inexperience, then leaned casually back in his chair and took another drink from his glass. "Yes," Wellesley said, looking pained before kicking his feet up on the wall and taking a long drink. "Just... just play around here on the grass, then, Robin," he said. Robin looked so confused, tipping his head again at his father before standing up and letting his slender arms fall to his sides. "Yes, sir," he said softly. He turned and glanced at me again, then looked down. "Come on," he said. He started down the short steps to the grass and I followed him like a love-struck puppy. "Look at that," I could hear Thorne grinning behind me. "Kelvin's already in love with him." I didn't pay any attention to him as I followed the taller boy out onto the grass. He went about thirty feet from the porch, then sat down and I awkwardly sat down near him. There was a long moment of silence and I tried to look away from the adorable boy before me. He was cuter than Eric, there was no doubt, and Eric was a very cute boy. He was even cuter than Erin or Shane. He was beyond cute; he was beautiful. "Do you always dress like that?" he asked, causing my ears to grow hot instantly. I shook my head in embarrassment. "Mama made me wear this," I said softly, thinking the boy was going to think I was weird. "How old are you?" he asked. I didn't know, but Eric had told the other boys I was eleven so I told him that. "Boys don't dress like that in Vinepak," he said. He was leaning on one arm against the grass, glancing at my face from time to time and blushing a soft pink glow beneath his silky hair and smooth, tanned cheeks. I shrugged, wishing I was dressed normally like he was. "Is that where you're from?" I asked, looking at him bashfully, embarrassed by his beauty and my adoration of him. He nodded. "Why did you move here?" I asked. "Dad decided to buy into the silver mines here," he said, his soft, boyish voice filled with beauty. "Oh," I replied. "Do you know how to play football?" he asked suddenly, look- ing up at me, adorable face making my heart beat quicker. I shook my head, wishing desperately that I did. I was so infatuated with him my heart ached for him to like me. "We used to play football in Vinepak," he said, sadly, ob- viously missing his home. "What do boys play here?" I shrugged, embarrassed that the only game I knew about was playing with our penises. "We ride horses sometimes," I said, delighted that I could think of something. "Really?" he smiled, and I felt my heart melt. "Yeah, and there's a place to go swimming out in the hills that's..." I caught myself. I wasn't going to tell him about what Eric and I had done at the swimming hole, but just thinking about it made me flush with embarrassment. "I like swimming," Robin smiled. "Maybe we could go some- time." I nodded, delighted that there was something to interest him. "Kelvin! Robin!" Thorne's voice suddenly sounded from the porch. We both turned our heads and looked at him, him smiling at us, Wellesley staring at his twelve year old son with deep concern. "Come over here, boys," Thorne said. Obediently, we both climbed to our feet and walked over to the wall separating the patio from the lawn. "Robin, your father and I have a bet," Thorne smiled, looking a little flushed from his drink. "I say that Kelvin can beat you in wrestling and your father says you can beat him. What do you think?" Robin swallowed and glanced over at me, turning back to Thorne. "I'm bigger than he is," the boy replied softly. "Yeah, but who would win?" Thorne looked thoroughly enter- tained by the two of us and the manipulation he was playing on us. Robin shrugged. He glanced over at his father, but the young man just sat watching him. I didn't think Robin liked Master Thorne any more than I did. "Well, let's find out," the man said, dropping his boots to the patio floor and leaning forward on his chair. "The first one to pin the other boy to the grass, wins. Fair enough?" Robin shrugged again and I stood silently watching the men. "Go ahead, Robin," Wellesley instructed his young son. "Yes, sir," the boy said. The twelve year old and I walked a few feet from the patio and stood facing each other. Our eyes looked into each others in embarrassment, as if neither really wanted to fight the other. "Oh, Bob, I'm sorry," Thorne grinned. "I'll bet your wife will kill you if Robin goes home with grass stains all over his nice new clothes." Wellesley nodded absently, his hands cradling a refilled drink close to his chest. "Robin, just take off the shirt and pants," Thorne waved distantly at us, as if it didn't matter anyway. Robin swallowed, baby blue eyes widening in confusion, but he just stood there watching Thorne and his father. "Oh, go ahead, son," Thorne smiled, again dismissing any problem with a wave of his hand. "We're all men here." Robin looked at his father, his adorable face beseeching him to put a stop to it. Wellesley just took another long drink from his glass, rubbed his face, then waved as Thorne had done, albeit less certainly. "Do as you're told, Robin," he said, looking very troubled. "It's no big deal." Robin stood there for a moment, then swallowed. He looked frightfully embarrassed, his soft, adorable face flushing as he sat down on the grass and pulled his suede shoes off his young feet. I stood watching him as he peeled his socks off, tossing them near his shoes. His bare feet looked normal for a boy his age; not awkwardly big like Eric's and Erin's were. "Sure," Thorne grinned, leaning back in his chair and return- ing his boots to the wall. "We're all men here. It doesn't matter." Robin stood up silently, his pretty face still flushed, and his young hands started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared trans- fixed, embarrassed to realize that I was more eager to see his chest than I felt sorry for him. I felt a deep regret when I saw that the boy was wearing a white, cotton t-shirt underneath. Thorne was still gulping down his drink, but Wellesley and I watched as the bashful twelve year old pushed his small chest through the open shirt and pulled the short sleeves down his slender arms. The t-shirt wasn't tight, but I could see how small his chest was through it. It looked so adorable in his t- shirt, his bare arms and skinny boy neck promising of smooth, baby soft skin beneath. The boy dropped his shirt on the pile with his shoes and socks, then paused, looking at his father as his young hands reached for the snap to his pants. Wellesley's only response was to drown the rest of his drink, his concerned eyes looking back at the boy with no word of support. Robin swallowed again and seemed near tears as he unsnapped his pants. Feeling my erection returning in full flower, I stared transfixed as the boy's hand slid down the front of his pants, slowly lowering the zipper. It seemed as if he were hoping for something to happen to interrupt him, but nothing did. When the zipper was all the way down, his hands moved up to his belt line and he blushed crimson as he pushed the pants down his legs. He was wearing white, cotton briefs as I'd half-expected, thus sparing him the embarrassment of showing his penis to the grown men. They clung fairly tightly to his small bottom and I could see the round contours of it as he lifted his leg and stepped out of his pants. In the front, his underwear was a little baggier and just hinted of the penis underneath. It was plainly much bigger than mine, but I couldn't tell how big, though I stared at the round bulge silently hoping that the fly of his underpants would open and reveal it to me. It didn't, however. I swallowed with still greater infatuation as my eyes gazed down the young boy's smooth, pale thighs. Like his face and arms, his legs were tanned a soft orange-brown, a pale tan line appearing near his underwear, showing wear his shorts usually protected him from public scrutiny. His thighs were long and slender and looked as soft as my belly. Beneath them, his knees looked adorable, small, perfect knobs, not very bony, making his legs look smooth and uniform. His calves were thin and I could- n't see any hair on them at all, attesting to the innocence of his twelve year old body. He looked horrendously embarrassed as he swallowed and dropped the pants down on the grass with the rest of his clothes. His baby blue eyes were still searching his father's face, as if still hoping for some reprieve from his embarrassment. Wellesley just refilled his glass, looking pained and aching for his son's humiliation, but unwilling to say or do anything to protect him. From my vantage point, the twelve year old boy had nothing to be embarrassed about. His body was, without exception, totally perfect to me. His skin was uniformly smooth and baby soft, his legs and chest and arms perfectly balanced with each other to my eyes, though I could see that his legs were awkwardly longer than his small chest and belly. Standing there in his underwear, the boy looked like a god to me and I felt such a rush of jealousy in me that I almost wanted to cry just looking at him. The slender contours of his small body through the t-shirt and the baggy protection his underpants gave his penis above legs of such angelic perfection, positively infatuated me with him all over again. It was not possible, I believed, for any boy to be more beautiful than young Robin was in his bright white, cotton under- wear. I swallowed in adoration as I looked at the mound in his underpants and wondered if he had fuzz on his penis like Eric did. "That's it," Thorne smiled, his face flushed with drink. "Now just... you know, just wrestle around a little." He waved his hand again and turned to Wellesley, but the young man was looking at his young son helplessly. For all of my infatuation with young Robin's adorable body, I felt sad for him as he turned to face me, his adorable face looking so embarrassed and ashamed. He swallowed again, only this time, a sterner look came to his young face and the boy looked resolute and determined not to be ashamed. He crouched down and watched me, slender young muscles moving beneath the soft skin of his thighs, and looked ready to take all his embar- rassment out on my small body. I didn't care. I just wanted the boy to be happy again. "Who's going to say 'go'?" the boy asked, with boyish impa- tience. "Go," Thorne leered, raising his glass and toasting us. Instinctively, I crouched over like Robin was, gazing into his cute face and wanting to cry for the shame he felt. The taller boy's bare feet moved gently over the grass and we turned, his baby blue eyes looking into mine with determination. I swallowed and did as he did, ignoring the stern look in his eyes by seeing the adorable beauty of his young face and small body. Crouching there in nothing but his underwear, the boy was too adorable to ignore. He shot downward toward my legs and I felt his smooth arms grabbing hold of one and lifting on it. I was thoroughly unac- customed to wrestling and no knowledge leapt to mind as I felt the skinny leg that supported me lose balance. I fell backward onto the grass, feeling it caress the bare, lower part of my back. Robin's slender young body immediately wiggled up between my legs and I lay gasping in astonishment as his underpants came down to rest right on top of my diaper. The diaper was too thick for me to feel any of his penis at all, but the thought was enough for me to lay there transfixed and helpless. His arms took hold of my skinny wrists and I felt them push- ing my hands back over my head. Robin was gasping, too, but all I could think about was the erection in my diaper and the wonder- ful feel of the boy's slender young body squirming as he strug- gled to hold my skinny arms back. I was in heaven and scarcely fought back. My bare belly could feel his through his t-shirt and the pleasure I derived from it was indescribable. Not or- gasm, mind you, but almost as good. Lower down, I could feel his long, hairless legs rubbing against mine as he used them to gain greater leverage, the boy gasping, letting out little boy cries as his underwear pressed against my diaper, small boy chest laying against my body. It was wonderful. In the distance, I could hear Thorne calling out the count and knew that when he reached three it would all be over and I would lose the pleasant feel of the boy's struggling body. Longing for it to continue, I started to fight back, but Robin had too much advantage by that time and I could do nothing but gasp and stretch my useless, skinny arms. "Three!" Thorne said, laughing loudly. He had stood up during the brief contest and now sat back down, happily telling Wellesley how strong his boy was. Robin lay there on top of me for a moment, our eyes locked on each others. The determination faded from his adorable face and was replaced by a melancholy beauty of concern and understanding. I wondered what he was thinking as I lay there panting, his tall slender pubescent body slowly crawling off me. He stood and I lay there for a moment adoring his beauty as he faced the men still wearing only his underwear. "What did I tell you?" Thorne grinned as if I had won the fight. "Boys will be boys." I stood up very slowly, feeling sad that Robin and I had to fight each other. All I wanted was to love him and Thorne had made it some adversarial thing. I hated him all the more and wondered painfully how I could get Robin to love me now that he had so badly beaten me. When I stood up, Thorne was still laugh- ing and Wellesley was looking at his young son with deeper con- cern and love. I wondered why no one looked at me. I was the one who had lost. As I glanced over at Robin, however, I started to understand that the wrestling match had meant nothing. The adorable boy looked near tears, looking first at his father for support, then down between his legs. He looked hor- rendously embarrassed and plainly wanted to cry. Swallowing in pain for him and in curiosity, I looked down and saw what they had all seen: the front of the boy's underwear was pulsing rhythmically up and down with the obvious size of his boyish erection. I stared at it with renewed love, amazed by the beauty of that young, slender bulge. Though his testicles were still difficult to make out in the baggy part of his underwear, his slender penis was not. It was easy to see it as it throbbed, sticking out a straight, frantic four inches, still small and slender like mine, nothing like the huge organ between Eric's legs. The boy looked so ashamed and was so embarrassed that he didn't even try to cover it up. Just stood there, blue eyes pleading for his father to rescue him. "Well, I guess you win, Bob," Thorne grinned down at the excited boy. "Yeah," Wellesley swallowed. "I guess I do." "Come on, boys," Thorne said, standing unevenly and lifting an arm to us, motioning for us to join them. "I think it's time for you to go play in your room now." I didn't know if Robin knew what was happening or if he were just too obedient to stop himself, but he started walking in his underwear toward Thorne, making no effort to reclaim his clothes. Entranced by his beauty and aching for his embarrassment, I followed his young body up the stairs to the man. Thorne was grinning delightedly as he wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders and started to guide us to the house, his one hand still holding his drink. "Dad..." Robin started to say, reaching out his slender arm to his father. "You go play now," Wellesley said, quickly taking his son's hand and kissing it. "I'll wait for you." Thorne guided us toward the door and the boy's hand slipped from his adoring father. In seconds, we were inside the house and Wellesley was left outside. Thorne managed a drunken monologue as he led us to the stair- case and up to the hallway. His strong arms never left our shoulders as he guided us to my bedroom door, pressing me forward as he opened it. "You go on, now," he said, grinning delightedly. Drunkenly, he pushed our small bodies through the door and we stepped into my bedroom, Robin only slightly more confused than I was. "And don't you worry, Robin, your Dad will still be here when you're done." Both Robin and I turned and looked at him in confusion, but the grinning man just closed the door behind us. We stood there for a second, and heard him insert a key, turn it, and lock us inside with each other. I swallowed in shame and embarrassment. I knew what the man wanted me to do, of course, but I was only a small boy and I didn't really know about such things. Why hadn't he just had Eric do it? Eric was smarter than I was and he knew a lot more about innocent boys than I did. Oh, I adored Robin like I had nothing else in my life, including Eric, and I wanted desperately to see him naked, to play with his penis, to have him play with mine; but I was too young to know how to do it. I was just a boy. Even if I knew how to do it, all I really wanted was for Robin to be my friend. I didn't have to see his penis to do that, did I? I stood there near tears as Robin turned and looked around the room. I felt like he was ready to cry, too, but I didn't know what to say to comfort him. He walked into the room a few steps and I stood there facing the door and wishing that Eric would come and help me. When I finally turned, I saw the adorable boy standing there in his underwear, his back to me. His thin shoulders looked so cute through his t-shirt and his small, round bottom fascinated me with its perfection. From the smooth, even combing of his hair to the tall, slender appearance of his body, the twelve year old boy was angelic and beautiful. All I could do was hurt myself by gazing at him. Still, I loved him madly and the great- est pain came from not knowing how to share that love with him. Robin's adorable body walked still farther into the room, all the way to the windows. He looked out and I knew he could see his father sitting on the patio. He gently pulled the chiffon curtain aside and looked down. Feeling confused and uncertain, I went to the bed and sat down on it. It wasn't that I was so eager to get into bed with him, it's just that there wasn't any other place to sit in the room and, feeling as helpless as I felt, I wanted to sit down. I sat there in my tight diaper and scant t-shirt and gazed at the floor, wondering beyond wondering what I could now to get the boy to be my friend. Not only had he beat me at wrestling, but he had been embarrassed in front of me by Master Thorne. It seemed hopeless. "I don't like him," the twelve year old said softly. I looked up at him then looked away sadly. "I don't either," I replied in an equally soft voice. I knew he was talking about Thorne. Who else? "Does he treat you like that all the time?" the boy asked. I shook my head. "I've only been here for two days," I said glumly. Robin let the curtain go and turned toward me. I was curious if he still had an erection, but I was too sad to look. "Isn't he your father?" he asked. I shook my head again. "I'm an orphan." "You mean you don't have a father?" I shook my head. "Or a mother?" This time I shrugged, feeling like crying, feeling all the more sorry for myself as I realized that I was all alone in the world. Even Eric was gone from me, now. I could feel Robin looking at me, but was too embarrassed to look back. I sat there and tried not to cry. Slowly, I heard the boy's young body move toward me, saw his slender, smooth legs through the corner of my eyes. He sat down on the bed beside me and I swallowed in nervous excitement and sadness. "It's okay," his childlike voice said. "I'll still be your friend." I sat there for a moment, wondering what I might dare say to him without looking like a weirdo. He put his hand on my shoulder and I reflexively turned around and looked into his adorable face. He was smiling, and blushing, too, his young hand gently squeezing my shoulder and his boyish blue eyes telling me that it really was okay, though he was still embarrassed enough that he couldn't hold my gaze any longer than I could hold his. As he turned away, my eyes instinctively went to his under- wear and I could see his slender, four inch erection still poking straight out against the fabric. I wondered how I might touch it, how I might get the boy to share it with me. It seemed hopeless, however, and I watched it pulsing in his underwear with useless impotence. His total beauty was so close to me and I had no way of knowing how I might share it with him. Even still, I longed to know how I could get him to play with my stiff boyhood as it throbbed in expectant desire for him, invisible to him in the thick cotton of my diaper. "I forgot to get my clothes," the boy said, standing and walking back to the window. My eyes followed his slender should- ers and small back as if I couldn't gaze at him long enough. He pressed the chiffon curtain aside again and looked down. I could imagine him seeing his father and Thorne drinking on the patio, the small pile of his khaki clothing laying there in the grass. "I have some," I said, more interested in getting the boy to relax than in sleeping with him, despite the longing I felt for him. I watched his thin shoulders shrug. "It's no big deal," he said, still looking out the window. His small butt and long, smooth, tanned legs entranced me for a moment and I ached to look at them. "Do you have hair on your penis?" I blurted out, so quickly that I couldn't stop myself. "Huh?" the boy said, turning to me, his adorable face filled with shock and embarrassment. "Nothing," I said, too ashamed to repeat my mistake. I turned my face from him and sat there in horrendous shame, wish- ing above anything that I could take my question back. There was a long moment of silence and Robin just stood there at the window. I could feel his eyes glancing nervously at me, but the boy was silent. After a long moment, my heart started pounding as he walked back to the bed. He sat down beside me again and I felt ready to cry with fear and desire. He waited a moment, then his young voice softly asked, "Do you?" I shook my head, my face and ears feeling so hot I thought they would melt. I was too embarrassed to speak for a long moment and Robin seemed to be, too. We sat in silence. "Eric does," I finally managed to say, my heart pounding with shame but my young body longing to tell him all about it. "Some of the boys in Vinepak did, too," the boy's beautiful, soprano voice said after another long pause. I turned and looked at him, his pretty face so flushed with shyness, his sweet eyes looking down, too bashful to meet mine. I swallowed. "You don't?" I managed to let out. The boy's adorable blue eyes looked at me for a second and my heart melted again as he let out an innocent smile. His silky, light brown head shook as he looked away, blushing down at the floor. I stared at him for a long moment, my mind unable to believe how beautiful he was. How I longed to be as beautiful as he was, to be so pretty. "I love you," I heard my boyish voice saying, again, before I could stop it. Robin looked up at me and smiled, blush filling his smooth cheeks, the boy quickly looking away again. His young hands were twisted in knots between his legs and he rubbed them against each other, filled with tension and embarrassment. "You want to take our clothes off?" he asked in a voice so filled with fear and doubt I wondered if he'd actually said it. Like the stupid boy that I was, I asked, "Do you?" Robin's thin shoulders shrugged in his t-shirt. He was so adorable. "If you do," he said, no more bold than I was. "I will if you will," I said, praying beyond prayer that the boy would do it and let me see his glorious penis. He looked at me solemnly, his pale blue eyes meeting mine and holding the adoring gaze longer than it ever had before. "You promise?" he asked. I was so infatuated with him that, for a moment, I just sat there and stared at his beautiful face. Finally, I nodded. My eyes dropped down between the young boy's legs and I could see his penis still sticking out erect against his white underwear. It was slender, but looked very stiff and hard. Farther down, I could see the small contours of his testicles, imagining his hairless beauty with boyish wonder. He looked so pretty in his underwear. Robin didn't stand as he took hold of the lower hem to his t- shirt and gently lifted it. I felt my small heart beating faster as his thin belly appeared, the skin looking unbelievably soft and unblemished, his small belly button surrounded by smooth, lightly tanned boy skin. He raised the shirt higher and his small rib cage was bared, my mouth unconsciously dropping open so I could breathe easier. As his t-shirt began to rise above his small boy chest, I swallowed in adoration. The boy's chest was so little, but he did have enough muscle that it swelled slightly from his ribs. His nipples were about the size of dimes, a soft brown color that looked adorable against his smooth, tanned skin. His pretty face was blushing and the boy swallowed as he raised the t-shirt over his head, lifting it up his arms until his small arm pits appeared. The boy didn't have any hair on them, of course, and they looked as baby soft as his thin chest and belly. His small hands pulled the shirt up his arms and his head slipped from the opening, his silky, light brown hair fall- ing down into his eyes, cute boy face flushed and smiling boyish- ly. He lowered his slender arms and sat with his t-shirt balled up in his hands on his bare lap. He had pulled it off rather quickly, but my worship for his bare chest made it seem like he had moved slowly and seductively. He was twelve years old. It probably wasn't possible for him to do anything without it seem- ing seductive to me. I smiled at his cute face and the boy giggled, my eyes gazing down his small, slender chest and ribs, showing the boy how pretty I thought he was. He looked even more adorable when he giggled, something I didn't think was possible. With a cute smile on his face, Robin put his t-shirt on the bed and stood up, long, thin legs carrying him back to the wind- ow. I stared at his small bottom again, looking wonderful in his white underpants. The boy's bare shoulders were still thin like a small boy's, but young muscles did ripple very gently around the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades. His back looked even softer than his small chest and looked very slender. Swallowing with boyish excitement, I quickly pulled the skimpy shirt off my body and put it down next to his, sitting bare chested and wearing just my thick, cotton diaper. Robin turned and blushed at my small chest and I smiled back bashfully. We took turns glancing at each other and glancing away, the twelve year old looking so pretty with the pale light from the window shining across his smooth, baby soft chest. Finally, we started to giggle at our innocent embarrassment, our voices both high pitched and beautiful, our giggles sounding like music as they blended together. Nonetheless, we were still blushing brightly by the time our giggles subsided. "Take your underwear off," I said softly, young heart beating quickly, innocent mind filled with fear that the boy wouldn't actually do it and I wouldn't get to see his penis. He held his thin arms across his belly, hands hanging down in front of his underwear. "I have a boner," he blushed, as if warning me in case I wanted to back down. "So do I," I blushed and smiled, not the kind of boy to deny an erection. He lifted his arms and looked down at the slender bulge pulsing between his legs for a moment, the same shy smile on his face. "You want to see my boner?" he smiled at me doubtfully, certain that I was kidding. "Yeah," I nodded, face flushed by my obvious interest in the boy's penis. "You can look at mine." "Prove it," Robin said, blushing brighter, still holding his hands over his underwear. I swallowed, feeling more embarrassed now. I knew that the boy might just let me show him my penis, then not show me his. I was willing to take the chance though. I stood up and twisted my skinny body around trying to find the safety pins. Awkwardly my small fingers took hold of the one on the right side and I even- tually managed to get it to unhook. I could see Robin taking a step closer to get a better look and saw his arms drop to his sides. Trembling with embarrassment and excitement, I let that side of the diaper come free and it opened just enough that the shiny little head of my penis could peek out in bright purple innocence. Its pulsing was easy to see and I blushed brighter, embarrassed by its eagerness. I was too shy to look at Robin as I reached for the left safety pin. It popped free and my innocent fingers frantically took hold of the diaper and held it up, feeling it rub across my erection, too embarrassed to bare it to Robin, though I doubted I would ever be able to get the safety pins back on by myself. "Are you really going to do it?" I asked bashfully, looking up. Robin's boy eyes were locked between my legs when I looked up. He swallowed as he glanced at my face before his hormones forced him to gaze at my diaper again. He nodded quickly, lick- ing his slender lips and taking another step closer. His erec- tion looked really excited in his underpants now and I ached to see it. Feeling my ears burning, I let the diaper fall free and let my stiff little penis stick out in its childish glory. It was glowing red from excitement and all the rubbing it had endured in the thick cotton cloth. The little head shined so brightly it reflected the light from the window, tiny slit forced open with intense hardness. The smooth, white shaft looked so little as did my small, hairless round testicles held in my smooth, pale scrotum. I dropped the diaper on the bed and stood blushing and ashamed, my prepubescent erection pulsing madly up and down and my boyish excitement sticking out naked and beautiful. I was really embarrassed when young Robin started to giggle and I looked up to see his thin arms holding to his small, baby soft chest, the boy blushing brightly and giggling at my naked little body. I was so ashamed I couldn't even get mad at him, just stood their smiling bashfully, my small arms awkwardly wishing they could think of something to do to hide my stiff boyhood. Robin was still giggling as his long, smooth legs moved back to the bed and he reached down to get his t-shirt. "You promised," I said, my small hand taking hold of his soft, skinny arm. "I didn't promise," he giggled. "I won't tell anybody," I said. "Please." My boyish plea seemed to make him pause and he stood there blushing brightly just holding his t-shirt, his small boy chest looking so adorable I felt like crying in fear that I wouldn't get to play with him. "We can wrestle some more," I said hopefully. "You don't even have to take yours off." Robin grinned through his teeth and I saw his pale blue eyes glance down at my naked erection very briefly. He put his t- shirt back down then suddenly giggled, his thin arm wrapping around my neck and pulling me down into a head lock. I cried out in surprise and a little bit of pain as the taller boy pulled me onto the bed. As he fell onto it, his hold loosened and I pushed on his smooth, soft back and elbow, my blond head slipping free. I quickly dove after the boy as he rolled over defensively and I heard him grunt as my body jumped onto his, his smooth, hairless leg raising and trying to protect his erection from my knees. This caused my stiff boyhood to rub across his soft shin and I saw his eyes widen as the small, hairless wonder between my legs touched his body for the first time. He continued to giggle, as much from embarrassment as any- thing, and his hands clumsily tried to wrestle me away. I was moving very quickly, however, and was making good progress, feeling the warm hardness in his underwear rub across my belly as my small chest struggled to touch his. My penis rubbed across his baby soft thigh and I panted excitedly, my boyish face filled with pleasure and wonder. Robin was definitely stronger than me, but he was too embarrassed to take any strong initiative. I on the other hand was passion driven and was frantically trying to get on top of him. I cried softly and panted madly as my chest slowly slid up his belly, soon felt the skinny hardness of his ribs and boyish muscles as he squirmed and giggled. My whole body filled with warmth and happiness as I felt my stiff, throb- bing, naked erection press against his underwear, felt his hard, warm cock pulsing against it through the fabric. The twelve year old boy had a huge smile on his blushing face, his hands grabbing my skinny wrists but having no success at dethroning me from my sacred mount. Awkwardly I tried to rub our chests together, loving the softness of his bare skin, and struggled to press my penis against his hard, skinny bulge. I wasn't terribly successful at this, but it was enough to make me feel an orgasm starting to well in my small boyhood. I was so infatuated with his beauty and so overcome with prepubescent desire that for a while I forgot about seeing his penis and just wanted to feel my pleasure all the way. Robin was still giggling as I started to moan desperately. I had become so overwhelmed by the pleasure in my penis that I momentarily forgot to stay on top of him. The boy used my dis- traction to thrust his hips up and he managed to roll me over on my back. I cried and quickly tried to get my naked erection against his body again, but the older boy still held my wrists and he pinned them back over my head, oblivious to the horny desire between my hairless legs. "Robin!" I cried desperately. My skinny body squirmed on the bed, but his strength was greater than mine now and his adorable face leaned over me, grinning down at my useless struggles. My little chest flexed with childish muscles and slender ribs to no avail, my arms held overhead, small hairless underarms exposed. I felt his baby soft chest touch mine and finally gave up the fight, laying there gasping, depressed as the immediate pressure of orgasm slipped from my naked erection. Robin didn't seem the least bit troubled by my excitement. His smiling, blushing face actually seemed to like it and his beautiful blue eyes gazed into mine with curious adoration. When he realized that I wasn't fighting anymore, he looked down my skinny body at my stiff, bright pink, hairless penis, still sticking out its childish two inches with naked pride. He seemed to like that too and grinned at me again. Lord, he was beauti- ful. "I win again," he grinned, his young hands giving my wrists one last push against the bed before letting them go. He laid down on his back beside me, crossing his smooth legs, letting his hands hang in the air near his boy chest, elbows down against his sides. I lay there panting for a moment without moving, finding it difficult to believe I'd gotten so close to orgasm only to be disappointed. When I had regained enough strength, I lay over and sat up on my elbow, gazing at the half naked boy with sad desire. His small chest was swelling as he breathed and it looked adorable beneath his little brown nipples. I wanted to touch his chest, so smooth and soft did it look, but I wasn't sure the boy would let me. Instead, I looked up at his face and saw his adorable eyes gazing down between his legs. In silent adoration, I looked slowly down his small chest and little ribs, joining him and looking at his underwear. This was almost too much beauty for my young heart to stand. The boy's white underwear looked even brighter against his soft, tanned belly and thighs. I could see his erection sticking straight up inside them, his four inch boyhood pulsing visibly, looking thin and pretty. The aching love in my young body was unbearable and I felt like crying. "Please let me see it, Robin," I pleaded softly, gazing at his pretty face, knowing I would cry if he said no. The precious twelve year old just giggled, still looking between his legs. He rocked his hips slightly and giggled some more but didn't say anything. With my brow furrowed in confu- sion, wondering how to get him to do it, I looked back down at his underwear again. Unable to control myself and praying the boy wouldn't get mad, my trembling hand reached out and came to rest on his belly button, my fingertips less than an inch from the elastic band of his underpants. The boy's entire body shuddered and I could feel little muscles in his belly shivering with excitement, but all he did was giggle some more. He made no effort to remove my hand. My heart started to beat faster again immediately and I felt my breathing grow quick and panting. His belly was even softer to feel than it looked and I was so close to his penis now I could easily have reached out and touched it. Pleading with him in my mind, begging him to let me do it, I very slowly let my hand slide lower on his smooth skin. He giggled and shuddered again, but still made no move to stop me. I could feel his underpants touch my fingertips and licked my lips nervously, blue eyes staring wide, little penis pulsing harder with anticipation. Terrified that he would stop me at any second, I slipped my thumb under the elastic band and took nervous hold of it with my fingers. I thought my heart would beat its way all the way out of my chest as I cautiously lifted the band up. I could still hear the boy's childish voice giggling nervously as I looked down the front of his underwear and saw his throbbing young penis for the first time. After seeing so much of the perfect beauty of his young body, the exquisite perfection of his penis should have come as no surprise. Nonetheless, I heard myself crying in totally dominat- ed affection. His penis was unbelievable. From the angle I was looking at it, the most dominating thing was his penis head. Like mine, it was shining brightly with erection, an amazingly beautiful shade of purple, reflecting the light as my little head was. It was about twice as big as mine and looked knobby on the end of his slender shaft, his tiny slit pressed open as his penis head pulsed rhythmically. It was sticking straight out at the child's face, so hard that the head throbbed an inch above his baby soft belly. The skin surrounding it was the softest part of what was an extremely soft body. Though slightly paler than the skin outside his underwear, it ran smooth and unblemished all the way down to the base of his cock, not a single little hair to mark his entry to puberty. I could just see the beginning curves of his hair- less scrotum beneath it and panted adoringly. While I lay there staring in at his excited boyhood, the giggling twelve year old's slender belly suddenly rippled and he sat up. He took hold of his own underwear and I watched his smooth thighs lift up as he peeled them down. He kicked his feet out and freed them of the white cotton briefs, tossing them aside and dropping his legs back on the bed, absently crossing them again to protect his innocence as he giggled and chewed on his finger. Naked, his penis was as beautiful as all my dreams of it. As I had been able to see through his underwear, it was slender and four inches long from baby soft, hairless pubic mound to the pulsing little slit on his boyish penis head. It throbbed up and down delightfully between his legs, rhythmically hypnotizing me with its young, prepubescent beauty. The thin shaft was smooth and pale brown, contrasting starkly with his bright purple head. I could just see the faint blue line of a little vein pulsing beneath his soft brown skin. It was easy to see that the boy was circumcised, the skin on his penis stretched tight by his tense erection. Below his beautiful organ, his testicles had grown oval and looked bigger than mine. Like mine, however, they were held by the smooth, hairless sack of a pale brown scrotum. The sight of his tall, slender body laying there stark naked was almost more than my young mind could bare. My eyes scanned all over him, at his erection not least of all. His entire body was uniformly smooth and tanned save for the pale outline where he wore his shorts or underwear, all of his skin looking baby soft and hairless. To go with the exquisite perfection of his naked body, the boy's face remained hypnotically beautiful and I lay excited and adoring him. I swallowed, feeling jealous for his beauty, and silently watched his small boy chest rise and fall as he breathed. Eventually, he stopped giggling long enough to look at me and I smiled bashfully at him. I saw his eyes scan down my small, skinny body and look at my stiff, hairless little penis. I stared with love at his little nipples and longed to be as pretty as he was. My body jerked in shock as the young boy's fingers reached between my legs and gently held my penis between his thumb and fingers. His hand was warm and I could feel it trembling as it held me, not rubbing but making pleasure throb down my skinny little shaft and into my belly. I looked up at him in wide-eyed surprise, gasping pleasurably, and his childish voice giggled as he looked at my excitement. A panting smile touched my lips and I lay trembling, afraid to move lest he let go of my erection. I wondered if he knew how nice it felt. Pleasure was filling me with orgasm even though the boy was just holding me and I was letting out startled cries of wonder and delight. Robin just smiled and blushed at me and I lay trembling and crying, suddenly feeling my little penis starting to flex in his fingers. My hips jerked briefly against his hand but the boy didn't let it go and I lay moving in short rhythmic motion as orgasm flooded through my boyhood and made my heart race. I felt so warm and good as my pleasure climaxed, swooning with happy, childish orgasm, worshipping the wondrous beauty of his young fingers against my rock hard little erection. When my boyhood had discharged all the pleasure it was cap- able of, I lay panting quickly and softly, still feeling the young boy's hand on my penis. Feeling happy and weak, I looked up at the boy's adorable face. He was still just grinning at me and didn't seem to understand what he had just done to me. His naive innocence just made me adore him all the more and I couldn't stop from holding him. Gazing at him with love, I crawled up and lay my cheek against the small mound beneath his little nipple. One of my arms lay across his belly, the other across his small chest, and I tried to hug him, so in love with him. His abdomen and chest felt so wonderfully soft in the warm afterglow of my orgasm and I lay there for a moment worshipping his naked beauty, loving the smooth wonder of his skin against my bare arms. "What are you doing?" Robin's soprano voice asked softly, the boy confused by my affection. I lifted my head and smiled up at him, so much love in me I could hardly contain it. "I love you," I said, wanting to say it over and over again, wanting the boy to know that he was adored. Robin just blushed back and his adorable smile returned. When I had soaked up enough of the beauty of his soft, boyish face, I lay my head back down on his small chest and gazed with adoration at his stiff, throbbing boyhood. It looked so pretty in its hairless excitement. Feeling less fear now, I let my arm slide down his baby soft belly, let my fingertips caress the soft, hairless skin of his pubic mound, then very gently took hold of his four inch erection. I felt his naked body jerk instantly, astonished by the feel of another boy holding his penis. It was intensely hard and pulsing rhythmically, sticking out from his hairless body so stiff that I'd never be able to bend it. I felt his chest swell- ing faster beneath my cheek and I very tenderly pulled on his penis, felt the tight covering of skin move gently over the frantic hardness of his erection. There wasn't enough skin to pull over his shiny penis head like there was on Eric's and the young thing glowed pink, skinny little vein pulsing. I could hear Robin starting to gasp with fear and excitement and adored his innocent astonishment at the pleasure between his legs. I was eager to feel the boy having an orgasm, but his penis was so beautiful that I longed to suck on it, wondering fearfully if the virgin boy would let me. My heart started to beat faster again as I imagined sucking on him. My hairless little penis was still very stiff, but all I could think about was the wonderful boy laying beneath me. I started to pray again, pray that the innocent prepubescent boy would be too excited to stop me, then lifted my head and turned to gaze at his beautiful chest. His brown nipple was so pretty and I slowly leaned forward and kissed it. I was still pulling gently on his boyhood, but I wasn't rubbing it. My tongue slipped from my lips and I licked the boy's nipple and bare chest, amazed by the wonderful taste of his soft boy skin. He was crying a little as I gently sucked on his nipple, hoping that I was doing the right thing, hoping that if the boy first got used to me sucking his chest, maybe he would be willing to let me suck other parts of him. It seemed to be working for, though his small chest swelled dramatically for air, he didn't tell me to stop. Feeling excited by what I was doing to him, I slowly let my tongue lick down the small mound of his boy chest and lovingly across the smooth skin covering his hard ribs. His body was shivering with nervous excitement and embarrassment, his belly shuddering as my tongue found his little belly button, licking all around it. He was so astonished and confused by this time, that I doubt- ed he would be able to drum up the bravery to stop me. Add to that the fact that my hand was pulling steadily on his boyhood, filling him with hormones, and I started to feel pretty confident that he would be unable to stop for anything. My tongue tasted and felt all sorts of new pleasures of his skin as it licked lower on his belly, feeling small muscles in his body quivering with more excitement, the boy unable to pro- tect himself from me. I heard him gasp painfully as my hand took hold of his penis and pulled it down, causing it to poke straight up in madly throbbing hardness. I held it there as my lips moved to the sacred mound between his legs, licking smooth skin that would one day sprout the boy's pubescent peach fuzz but that was now as soft and hairless as a newborn baby's. I could feel the slender shaft of his four inch erection as my slimy tongue licked around it. Robin started crying from fear and pleasure and I knew I couldn't waste too much time enjoying the hairless skin so close to his boner. My skinny chest had slid low on his belly now and he panted nervously as I turned on the bed, still holding his rock hard young cock, spreading my legs apart so my little penis was bared close to his eyes if he wanted to look at it. My blue eyes gazed at his small cock as I held it in my hands and my love for him filled it with tremendous beauty. My thumb and finger were holding it near the middle and the knob of his penis head was shining brightly with the uncomfortable angle of his erection. I stared at it intently as my lips moved toward it, felt like crying in adoration as I felt it press throbbing and warm against my mouth. Robin instantly let out a startled cry of astonishment and I could well imagine how frightened he must have felt to feel such things in his penis, much as I had felt only a couple of days earlier when Eric had done it to me for the first time. I knew his fear would leave him to be replaced by the wonderful discov- ery of orgasm. I kissed his shiny penis head with so much adora- tion and smiled as I felt the frightened boy squirm nervously, his high pitched voice crying as if begging me not to do it. I let my tongue slip out to lick my lips and tasted the bare wonder of his hot penis. It tasted like his chest and belly had, but the knowledge of the pleasure it could give him made it taste more wonderful to me. I held it against my slimy lips, pursing them so they could gently squeeze his penis as I slipped it inside my mouth. I could feel his belly and chest ripple with little muscles as his slender young body tightened in astonished pleasure, and felt myself smiling with happiness. I could feel his hard penis head press its eager way passed my lips, felt the hard ridge to his shaft move inside, the small boy head sliding onto my wet, mushy tongue. I licked across it delightedly, like Eric had done to mine and felt his body squirm more, his childish voice letting out a steady stream of boyish cries and wondrous moans. Slowly I let it rub down my tongue, felt the slender shaft of his boyhood pulsing between my lips. Although his erection was only four inches long and was very slender, I couldn't put it all inside and soon felt his penis head pressing against the back of my throat. Briefly, I started to gag, but I caught myself and was more careful not to push it so far in (deep throating was still a concept my young mind had not imagined). I held his penis there for a moment, enjoying its hard throbbing on my tongue, begging for release, felt his baby soft body gently squirming, listened to his young, astonished cries with love. The boy was totally in my power and I knew that he could do nothing to protect his innocence now. Filled with happy joy, I let his penis slip slowly out of my mouth, letting my slimy lips rub over his naked penis head, coating it with my saliva, then going back down on him again, sending a jolt of pleasure through his young body until his penis head returned to the back of my mouth. I repeated this motion over and over again, not varying it, feeling the pleasure mount- ing between his legs, knowing the boy was feeling more physical joy than he had ever dreamt of. His penis lost not a bit of its hardness, only the softness of his skin making it feel less hard than a slender piece of rock. I went down on him over and over again until the helpless boy cried out loudly and desperately, his voice filled with fear and wonder at the same time. His slender young body suddenly stiffened frantically beneath me and I was so astonished that I stopped sliding his penis in and out, just lay there holding it on my tongue, feeling orgasm ravage his tender innocence. The twelve year old cried out and his hard body shuddered all over with the frantic tightening of his boy muscles. I could hear him crying now, unable to contain his fear and joy. With tense, quick bursts of passion, Robin's young hips jerked forward, shaking the bed though they barely moved. I could feel his penis flexing between my lips and I closed my eyes and worshipped his orgasm, his marvelous perfec- tion. I felt so attuned to his pleasure that I was astonished to suddenly taste a sweet liquid squirting from his penis head. I had assumed that the boy didn't have sperm since he didn't have any pubic hair but the taste was unmistakable, though it did taste sweeter and not as slimy as Eric's. The child's erection squirt several times, but I could feel nothing more than little droplets of thin juice ejaculate on my tongue. It tasted so wonderful that I wished his penis would never stop squirting, but the young boy couldn't manage a feat like that. I would have been thrilled if I could have let his orgasm go on forever and do nothing but taste his sperm squirting onto my tongue. The boy collapsed in a softly sobbing mass of beauty beneath me and I lay there holding his penis in my mouth for a long time. I didn't want to stop while he was still so scared. Soon, he would realize how nice it was and then I could be there to share it. In the meantime, I lay there feeling his erection start to soften from deep inside, feeling the young head grow smaller, the slender shaft thinner and limp. It didn't take very long for the boy to lose his erection, but the feel of his rubbery penis between my lips was nice too and I wasn't in any great hurry to let it go. I heard his boyish cries become steady panting and slowly let his penis slip out. It fell on his hairless testicles, laying totally spent and totally limp in a coating of my slimy saliva. I stared at its soft brown beauty with all my love and enjoyed the soft hairless perfection of his boyhood. Even his penis head lost its purple intensity and grew a beautiful shade of brown that matched his little nipples. Licking the slime from my lips, I pulled my knees up under- neath me and sat up, gazing at his naked body and adoring it all over again. The hairless penis between his legs just lay there looking soggy and exhausted, while his small boy chest looked as soft and wonderful as ever, swelling up and down as he gasped. He looked so young and boyish, though he was comfortably more developed than I was. I looked up at his boyish face and could see that he had actually shed some tears. Now, however, he was laying there with his mouth hanging open as he gasped, staring at his penis in awe and confusion. He looked so pretty, his neck so thin and smooth, young collarbones poking out beneath his baby soft skin before joining that exquisite boy chest. I swallowed, feeling a little nervous. "Did you like it?" I asked, fearing that maybe some boys didn't like having orgasms. Robin swallowed too and his boyish eyes looked up at me. He glanced down between my legs and I was embarrassed to discover my two inch erection was still pulsing. When his eyes returned to mine, I wanted to hold him so bad it hurt. He looked so fright- ened and confused. "What did you do?" his childish voice asked softly. He looked so confused I thought he would start crying again. "It's okay, Robin," I said, feeling ready to cry myself. "All boys do it." I didn't really believe this, but I wanted to convince myself as much as I did him. "Didn't you like it?" The boy's small, beautiful shoulders gave a barely percepti- ble shrug and he looked at his hairless boyhood again. "It's really weird," he said softly. I kept looking at his face, longing to see him smile again. "Did you like it?" I asked again. The adorable boy looked back at me and my heart raced with love for him. "I guess so..." he said, watching my face as if looking for a reaction. I swallowed, feeling embarrassed. "I like it," I blushed, having trouble holding his eyes. "Does my Dad do it?" he asked. I shook my head. "When you turn fourteen you have to get married and can't do it anymore." As far as I knew, this was the truth and I sat on my legs believing it completely. "Oh," Robin said. The boy had millions of questions and I was ill-prepared to answer them. I tried, however, and soon my erection softened and my hairless little penis lay innocently on my balls again. For fifteen minutes we lay on our sides facing each other and talking about boy sex. I told him about Eric and I, and told him about what had happened at the boy's club the previous night. I didn't tell him about the strange man, though, nor did I tell him any- thing about Erin's strange departure. I somehow had the feeling that I shouldn't. Otherwise, I told him what little I knew about penises and boys and the beliefs of the Daireans. For the most part, Robin still looked confused, but his innocent young face watched intently and I knew he was listening. He didn't try to get dressed or even suggest that we should and his penis, about three inches long when it was soft, dangled over and just touched his smooth thigh. Soon, he started to blush again and a short time after that he smiled. "I think we should go back downstairs before they come look- ing for us," he said in the same shy voice he had used since our encounter in the room had begun. "We don't have to," I said, remembering how Eric had said that boy friends could be naked together any time they wanted to and not even an adult could tell them they couldn't. Robin looked away and thought about this then shrugged his thin, bare shoulders. "We better," he said. "Okay." I watched the beautiful boy's hairless penis dangling and swinging around as he searched for his underpants. He found them and I sadly watched his long smooth legs slip into them, watched him hide his boyhood in their protective covering. "Are you going to get dressed?" he blushed, grabbing his t- shirt. "I can't put that on by myself," I said, nodding toward the diaper. "Don't you have any other clothes?" I blushed and felt very stupid because I definitely did have other clothes and hadn't even thought about them. I jumped up, little penises bouncing on my testicles, and took a pair of cut- offs from the dresser. By the time I turned around, Robin was in his underwear again and was watching me patiently, soft face blushing. I smiled and blushed back at him, taking a t-shirt from the drawer and slipping it over my skinny chest. Robin still stood there looking at me and I desperately wanted to hug him; not having sex, mind you, just to hold him. I didn't, however. I had put the boy through enough for a while. I could hug him later. "Hey, do you want to go to the Boy's Club tonight?" I asked, longing to introduce him to that magical place. He blushed and shrugged. "My dad might not want me to stay out that late," he said. "So?" I said. "You can spend the night with us." "Well..." "Come on, Robin. It's fun." "I guess if Dad says it's okay..." I grinned delightedly, no less in love with the adorable boy. We started toward the door and I was astonished and delighted when the taller boy put his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him in surprise, but he just smiled and blushed. He was still smiling when he reached out and tried to open the door. It was still locked. I stood there in embarrassed uncertainty for a moment, won- dering how we would ever get out again. Before I could come up with any solutions, however, I heard a key turning in the lock and the door was pushed open, Thorne walking casually into the room with a knowing smile on his face. "What'd I tell you?" he grinned scarcely looking at us. "Just like breeding horses." Robin was still holding my thin shoulders as his father moved weakly into the room. He looked at his son and sighed, his eyes quickly looking at me standing in shorts, over at my diaper on the bed, then back down at his son. "Come on, Robin," the man said. "Let's go home, now." Thorne laughed to himself as I felt the young boy's arm leave my shoulders, his long legs awkwardly moving him to his father. "Master Throne?" I swallowed, astonished by my own bravado. "Can Robin spend the night?" Thorne laughed aloud this time, nudging Wellesley who didn't seem very happy about it at all. "Put an idea in their heads... He can stay if you want him to, Kelvin. He's your boy now." "I think it would be better if Robin stayed at home tonight," Wellesley said, causing both Robin and I to look up at him. "Can't do it, Bob," Thorne grinned. "If Kelvin and Robin want to do it tonight, they get to. You and me, we don't have any say about it anymore." I was shocked and amazed when Wellesley suddenly grabbed Thorne's lapels and shoved him up against the wall with almost savage strength. "Listen to me, you drunk bastard," he hissed through his teeth. "Robin is my son, and I don't need you or anyone telling me what he can or can't do." Thorne looked astonished for only a moment, then a deadly calm settled over him. "Get your hands off me," he said, terri- fying me if not Wellesley. Wellesley swallowed nervously and looked away. Slowly, his hands slipped from Thorne's jacket and he stepped away. "He belongs to Kelvin now, Wellesley," Thorne said, straight- ening his jacket, his face brimming with anger he scarcely re- leased. "You try to stop them and we'll burn you at the cross." "He's my son," Wellesley said, sounding like he was going to cry. "Yeah, well in Dairean culture he stops being your son when he starts loving boys. You paid for it, Wellesley. You can't stop it now. Only they can." Wellesley moved back to the door and leaned against the frame, his blue eyes painfully looking at his embarrassed son. "Robin, will you come home?" he asked, the sound of crying in his voice. "You can stay if you want to..." Robin look like he was already crying and quickly moved across the short space that separated him from his father. He held to him and buried his face against the man's body. "I want to go with you, Dad," he said, sniffling. Wellesley's hands rubbed across the boy's thin shoulders through his t-shirt and down his silky, light brown hair. I could see how much he loved the boy and I was jealous of Robin for still more reason. The love between his father and him was very strong and, despite my jealousy for both of them, I was glad he had made the choice he had. I would have felt horrible if he had wanted to stay. "I'm taking my boy home," Wellesley said, turning and guiding the boy out into the hallway. Thorne shrugged, not looking at all drunk. "It's his choice, Wellesley. Don't get too smug, though: he'll be back: he can't help it. You're going to have to let him go someday." Wellesley said nothing in return. Thorne and I stood there in silence, me fearing I would never see the adorable boy again and Thorne thinking whatever it was he did think. After a mo- ment, we could hear the front door opening and closing. Thorne turned to me and smiled, the same leering smile he always gave. "Don't you worry, Kelvin," he said, eyes gazing down my small body. "He'll be back. Give it a few hours, he won't be able to help himself." He turned back to the door and started to exit then stopped and turned. "You done good, boy," he leered. With that, he closed the door and was gone. I felt so confused that I stood there for a long while. I didn't understand any of it, but I felt like crying so I did. I ran to the bed and threw myself down on the pillows, crying and crying. Very little time passed before the door to my room opened. I was certain it was Thorne and I cried harder, burying my face into the pillow and sobbing, wishing he would leave me alone in my young heartache. The door closed and someone came over to the bed. Big hands took hold of my thin shoulders and lifted me up. I was in a warm embrace before I realized that the person holding me was Eric. His long, thin arms held me tightly to his chest and I felt his hands rubbing across my back and down my hair. "It's okay, Kelvin," his boyish voice said. "I love you. It's okay."