The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 2:  The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter One:  There Are No Islands Anymore

	I was getting close.  I could feel it.  Somewhere, just beneath
that shattered rock over there or under the half-burned door laying over
there, I would find it.
	It was dangerous work even above ground.  Many sections of the old
mansion were still standing, albeit weakly, and collapses were common.  In
addition there were frequent cave-ins as the ground above fell into areas
that had once been basements.  That was why I needed to work quickly: one
day the entire building would collapse into the basements once and for all.
Once that happened, it would be difficult to find anything.
	We weren't allowed to play here, not even me.  They said it was too
dangerous for little boys.  Like any other boy, however, I was disobeying
them -- they couldn't punish me if they didn't know I was there and even
they were too busy to know what all of us were doing every minute of every
day.  Besides, I knew the ruins better than any of them.  I wouldn't get
hurt.
	There.  Under the door.  I could see it now.  A dark opening in the
ground.  Could it be... yes, a staircase.  I struggled mightily to throw
the door to the side, not easy for a twelve year old boy who was little
more than skin and bones.  Like most of the old doors, it was solidly built
and still had some gold inlay.  Fortunately the bottom half was so charred
that it broke away or I never could have moved it.  As it was, I found
myself looking down into what had once been the basement of the old
mansion.
	It had been five years since the Old Ones had waged their war
against the ancient kingdom of Kovzland.  Even still, the stairs leading
down into the maw of the earth were still brightly carpeted.  Apparently
the door and the other rubble had kept all rain out of the opening.  This
was going to be great.  I was sure to find the best prize now.
	I stepped carefully down into the ground.  Careful was important: I
was naked as usual and my bare feet, though toughened over the past several
months, were quite capable of finding every shard of glass in the ruins.
These steps looked pretty clear, though: further indication that much of
the basement might still be intact.  That made it even more likely that I
would find a prize artifact.
	For us younger boys, exploring the ruins had become something of an
obsession and the greatest competition we had.  The prior week, my best
friend Kelly Masters had uncovered a solid crystal orb about eight inches
thick.  It was easily the top prize so far.  To best him I had searched
high and low and I wasn't about to quit until I found something no one
would ever best.  Unfortunately, that was now leading me down into a pitch
black cave.
	There was a little light coming from the stairs I had entered, but
I could scarcely see a thing.  The carpet was still comfortable under my
feet, but the room was decidedly cold making me shiver and hug my bare
chest with goose-bumped arms.  I could hear the room creaking, as if it was
ready to collapse in a second, but I wasn't scared.  Even if it did
collapse, I knew I wouldn't get hurt.  Such is how one feels when one is a
twelve year old boy.
	There was no way I was going to find anything in this darkness.  I
would need to go back and get a torch, another thing strictly forbidden for
us younger boys.  I could sneak one out though.  They'd never notice.  I
went back up the stairs, the temperature rising immediately as I neared the
warm sunlight outside.  No sooner did I get out, however, than I found
myself standing directly before Calvin Starr.
	He stood his full six foot two, dwarfing me with both his height
and his muscular build.  He was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes,
his muscular thighs looking as thick as trees to me.  His arms were folded
across his chest and he looked disappointed.  I stood naked before him, too
embarrassed to look up at him.
	"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" he asked in his
deep voice.
	I shrugged helplessly.  There wasn't much I could say.
	"Come on," he said.  "Let's get back to the safer parts."
	I walked awkwardly past him, careful to make sure my bare feet
didn't step on anything too sharp.  I could feel Calvin close behind me.
As we left the more dangerous parts of the ruins, I started to cry.  I knew
I was going to get a spanking and Calvin was the worst one for this.  The
other older boys spanked us sometimes, too, but they were usually pretty
gentle about it.  It didn't really hurt that much.  Calvin knew the only
way to reach a boy's mind was to imprint the message on his backside.
	"Okay," he said when we were far enough from the ravaged building.
I turned around, crying.  "You know the rules, Kelvin," he said firmly.
	"I know," I sniffled, "but Kelly found that cool orb and I have to
find something better."
	"Why?" he asked.
	I hated when the older boys asked that question.  They always did
it when it was impossible to answer.  "I don't know," I finally responded
predictably.
	He shook his head.  "This hurts me more than it does you, Kelvin,"
he said as he came up to me.
	One of his big hands took firm hold of my skinny bicep, turning me
until my bottom was toward him.  I started crying louder even before his
flat palm slapped painfully against my bare skin.  Reflexively I started
walking away from the pain but Calvin just turned with me, his hand
paddling me again and again.  Five slaps in all, each one stinging
considerably but not enough to do any real harm.  That didn't stop me from
bawling like I was being killed, of course.
	He let go of me and I stood there sobbing and rubbing the sting
from my butt.  "I don't want to see you in that part of the city again,
Kelvin!" he ordered in an angry voice.  "It's dangerous and we can't afford
to lose you again!"
	"Kelly goes in the dangerous parts all the time," I sobbed like a
five year old.
	"You know he doesn't, Kelvin," he replied in a more level tone.
"The other boys try to follow the rules.  You're the only one who keeps
breaking them even when you know you'll get a spanking."
	"So?" I cried.  "I'm a Guardian, too.  You're not supposed to beat
me."
	"If you're a Guardian, then start acting like one and grow up," he
said.
	"I can't help it," I said.  In part, I was right.  For one thing,
growing up was a difficult thing to do in Kovzland.  As a Kovz Boy, I aged
no more than one year in five, even slower if I wanted to.  There was more
to it than that, however.
	I had become something of a schizophrenic since returning to Kovz
City.  One half of me was a typical twelve year old boy, curious and
mischievous, filled with competitive fun.  Another part of me, however, was
ancient.  Like Calvin, I was more than two thousand years old and, like
Calvin, I was one of the ten original Guardians, among the strongest forces
on the planet.  Mentally, I fluctuated between these two personas.  There
were times when I would go on for hours about the importance of this issue
or that, helping the other Guardians administer our small kingdom.  More
frequently, I was an irresponsible child, interested only in having fun.
	As usual after a spanking, Calvin came up and hugged my skinny body
close to his and I cried against his chest as his big hands tenderly
caressed my thin shoulders.  He felt warm and strong, his body more than
twice mine in mass.
	"I know it's difficult, Kely," he said gently, "but you have to
try.  There are only three of us Guardians here and if the Old Ones strike
us now we'll all be lost again."
	"I know," I cried, trying to put down my immature behavior.
	"We need to hold on until the others get back and it's not going to
be easy.  We're running out of food.  If the Old Ones don't destroy us,
we'll starve to death if we can't rebuild."
	"I know," I said again, just sniffling now.  "I'll be good."
	"I know you will," he said, leaning over to kiss my blond hair, his
big hands still petting my back.
	"It'll be okay, Calvin," I said as he stepped away from me.
	"Sure it will," he smiled down at me.  "You run along and play,
now.  But stay out of the temple area, okay?"
	"Okay," I sniffed and smiled.  My nose was running a little so I
wiped it clear on my forearm.
	"Kovz, you're a cute boy, Kely."
	This made me smile bigger.  As he turned and walked away, I looked
after him, my oldest friend in the world.  His shoulders were broad and
rippled in his T-shirt.  "It'll be okay," I said again.  "Potus will be
here tonight."  I turned happily toward the center of town and started to
bounce away in search of my friends.
	"What did you say?" Calvin stopped me.
	He had stopped dead in his tracks.  When I turned back to him, he
instantly came up to me, his big hands taking gentle hold of my skinny
arms.  "Huh?" I asked.
	"Did you say Potus was coming?"
	I nodded, a little confused by his excitement.
	"How do you know that?"
	"He told me," I said.
	"When?"
	"In Labar," I replied.  "He said that he would come in six months
and that's today."  How I remembered that was beyond me.  It seemed like we
had been living in the ruins for years to me, not just six months.
	"Did he say why?"
	"He said it was something about a real estate deal."
	"Hmm," Calvin said, suddenly deep in thought.  He let go of my arms
and started to walk away again.
	"Calvin?" I asked, stopping him.  "What's 'real estate'?"
	He smiled.  "We'll see, Kely.  I'm not sure what it means, but
we'll see."
	If he didn't know what it meant, I certainly didn't.  Somewhere,
down inside, maybe I did, but not consciously.  I didn't let it worry me
though.  Instead, I headed off toward the safer parts of town.  If I was
going to best Kelly's prize, it was really going to take some work now.
There was something else, now though, something else down inside.
Something about Potus.  I knew what it was: I was scared.
	Not much remained of Kovz City.  The Old Ones had rained down on it
with Hellfire, blasting the buildings, the statuary, melting the wrought
iron gates, destroying the gold bricks that made up the walkways.  With
some imagination, you could tell how beautiful a place it used to be and I
was chock full of imagination.
	The old city was built like a wagon wheel: a large circle about a
league across.  At the hub had been a community center and a park
surrounded by statuary and walkways.  From there, golden roads had snaked
out in every direction, each road leading to one of ten major buildings.
The only one that was still habitable was the palace and only the north
side of it had withstood the assault.  The south side was a complete
shambles.  Now, our meager population of 53 took up residence there.
Before the war, it was the capital where the royal family held court.  It
was a magnificent building, ornately decorated with artwork and boasting
hundreds of rooms.
	To the south of the palace was the temple, an even more magnificent
building in its day.  We never really worshipped there.  Like the Old Ones,
the Kovz Boys were a chosen people and service to our god was not required.
Nonetheless, the temple was used extensively for ceremonies and we did use
it to praise our god with songs.  We had a pretty impressive boy choir
once.  The temple had been a large building, capable of holding almost all
of the city's population of 5,000.  It was round with the altar in the
middle.  Surrounding it were tiers of pews sloping upward.  Above, a spire
reached high into the sky with an opening that allowed light to pour
through directly onto the altar.
	To the north of the palace was the first of the mansions where the
boys used to live.  Each mansion held about 800 boys.  The one closest to
the palace was White House which used to house the youngest of the Kovz
Boys.  From there, moving around the circle, were Baby Blue House, Blue
House, Gray, Yellow, Red, Green and Purple.  Each of the mansions was
painted in the color they represented, but tastefully so, not gaudy at all.
Each was equipped with a gymnasium and swimming pool, sports fields, all
the things that the growing Kovz Boys needed.
	Beyond the mansions were farmyards, hundreds of acres of them.
Some grew crops, others were orchards and vineyards, others ranches.  These
were tended by several hundred human men and young boys.  Many of these
were eunuchs.  Emasculation was a common punishment inflicted by various
kingdoms around the world and Kovzland had committed itself early on to
rescuing these men from their tortures.  In exchange for tending the fields
on our behalf, they had a pleasant life, far better than any available in
the outside world.
	Here, too, was where the human boys lived.  These were usually
orphans, a common state of being in a world that still cherished war.  Many
others were run-aways, fleeing family persecution and cruelty.  They were
common visitors to the inner city, sometimes working as servants, more
often as guests.
	All that was gone now.  Over the five years since the war with the
Old Ones, the fields were overgrown with weeds and the encroaching forest.
There was still good foraging there where the crops now grew wild, but it
wouldn't last forever.  The 53 members of Kovzland were already on the
verge of starvation.
	The city sat in the center of the Zanvera mountains where a huge
bowl of lush beauty had been formed.  It sat also on the shores of Zanvera
Lake which might more accurately be called an inland sea it was so large,
large enough to stretch over the horizon with no sign of the other shore.
Apart from the sea, however, the mountains rose around us, many
snow-capped.  The only way into the bowl that was the heart of Kovzland was
through a pass in the mountains to the west.
	By nature, it was a beautiful place.  By design, Kovz City had been
a beautiful centerpiece of it.  Gone, now.  All gone.
	I was walking through the ruins of the old community center trying
to decide where to go next.  The community center had been thoroughly
excavated within the first few weeks of our arrival so there was nothing to
find there, I was sure.  It had no basement so it was thoroughly safe as
well -- no underground caves for young boys to crawl into and risk a
cave-in.  The temple was the only place left that was likely to bare any
real treasures but I wasn't about to go back up there and risk yet another
spanking.  One day I would.  One day my curiosity and desire to find a
great artifact would compel me to again break the rules and go exploring.
I knew I was going to go there again.  But not today, not when my bottom
was still warm from Calvin's paddling.
	I was about to head up the road toward the ruins of Yellow House
when I came across Garik sitting on the ground building something with some
sticks.  Garik was a human boy, one of the orphans who had journeyed with
us from Labar so many months earlier.  He was very cute, with dark brown
hair and big, deep brown eyes.  He was only ten years old with a smooth,
light brown complexion.  Like me and all the other younger boys, he was
naked and the slender softness of his young body was there for me to admire
openly.  He had a normal-sized penis for a boy his age, uncircumcised and
short, but fairly thick in his light brown foreskin.  Needless to say, he
was well before puberty and the mound between his legs was as smooth and
hairless as mine was.
	"Hi, Garik," I smiled plopping down beside him and his sticks.
	"Hi, Kely," he smiled back, a sweet, rather bashful smile.  He had
a pierced ear with a gold earring in it that made him look very cute.  Like
me, he was used to being naked, particularly with other immature boys.
Though he glanced at my naked penis and body, he wasn't any more
uncomfortable with mine than I was with his.
	"What are you doing?" I asked.
	"Nothin'," he shrugged his thin shoulders.  "What are you doing?"
	"I was exploring in the temple, but Calvin caught me," I replied.
This was a form of bragging.  Garik would know that I had broken the rules,
something almost any boy respects.
	"Did you get a spanking?" he asked, his big brown eyes opening
wide.
	I shrugged.  "Yeah, but it didn't hurt."  This was, of course, a
bald-faced lie, but Garik wouldn't know any better.
	"Where's Kelly?" he asked.  The two of us were together so often,
boys just naturally expected to see us together.
	I shrugged again, showing I was too cool to worry about the
whereabouts of anyone else.  I was looking at the ten year old's penis, so
cute looking laying in innocence on his smooth brown testicles.
Predictably, I felt the pulse between my own legs growing, felt the sudden
stiffness there building.  My penis was still more child's than man's,
skinny and hairless.  I glanced down at it as it grew out from my body,
standing up from my scrotum, sticking out a straight, skinny three inches.
I was circumcised, as were most of the Kovz Boys, and the pale shaft ended
in a helmet shaped purple head that soon shined from the force of my
erection.
	I turned my face up to see if Garik had noticed my excitement and
he was grinning at it like a cherub, his smooth brown cheeks glowing a
slight red with bashfulness.  He giggled and looked up at me.  "You have a
boner," he said.
	"Yeah," I said.  "Will you suck on it?"
	He giggled again.  "Okay," he said crawling toward me.  I lay back
on the warm ground as the naked little boy moved up between my legs.  I was
already panting in excitement as I watched his pretty face moving closer to
my erection.  As his lips neared, his small hand took hold of the skinny
shaft, pointing it downward as his warm mouth descended on it.
	My penis fit nicely in his mouth, his slimy tongue cradling the
bottom of it, the roof of his mouth pressing against the swollen head.  I
let out a high pitched moan of approval as his moist lips pressed down
against my hairless pubic mound, his fingers sliding down to gently pet the
little balls in my scrotum.
	After six months, all of the boys in Kovzland had become fully
skilled in the ways of boy sex and Garik was no exception.  He sucked on my
erection just the way I liked it: not too hard, but gentle and slimy.  It
felt wonderful and I felt warm and happy as his young lips moved up and
down on the skinny shaft, his tongue sliding expertly along my penis head.
As his fingers caressed my testicles, his other hand came up to lay on my
flat, skinny belly, rubbing slowly up and down it, filling me with
pleasure.
	In dizzy delight, I looked down between the child's legs just in
time to see his own prepubescent penis stir.  It had been dangling slightly
between his creamy thighs but started to appear firmer suddenly.  It rose
slowly, the thick brown foreskin starting to retreat just enough to show
his pink penis head beneath.  As it stiffened into erection, the little
head emerged a little further and I could see the tiny slit of his urethra.
	His erection was about the same length as mine but it was thicker
and looked smooth in the thickness of his foreskin.  Below, his hairless
young balls were pulled in closely to his body by a smooth scrotum of skin
as thick as his foreskin.  All around the beautiful icon of his youth was
nothing but soft, hairless, pale brown skin.
	"Garik," I panted softly.  "Let me suck on yours, too."
	He giggled a little, the high-pitched sound muffled by my penis.
Awkwardly, he moved his hips over toward my head.  As he kept sucking on my
little cock, we both lay over on our sides until my face was near his
family jewels.  Kovz, he had a pretty penis, the pink head shiny now, still
half covered by his foreskin.  I reached out with my fingers and gently
pulled the skin back, the boy's swollen glans appearing in exquisite
beauty.  His penis was really hard and I could feel the throbbing of his
young heartbeat pulsing along the three inch length of his boyhood.
	I kissed his penis head gently and he giggled again.  Lovingly, my
tongue slipped out and licked the swollen glans.  It tasted nice, not much
different from licking his arm or chest.  With my fingers holding his
foreskin back, I slowly wrapped my lips around his penis head and he let
out a sweet, happy moan between my legs.  As my tongue lapped around his
glans, I slowly slid my lips down his shaft until all of his young cock was
inside me and I could feel his smooth scrotum against my chin.
	This was my favorite activity of all.  The pulsing hardness of a
young boy's penis in my mouth was always wonderful and knowing that it was
giving him pleasure was better still.  One of my hands started caressing
his testicles as the other slipped over his hip and gently squeezed his
plump bottom.
	There were slurping sounds as we sucked each other, accompanied by
our muffled soprano moans.  Our hairless young bodies squirmed slightly as
the pleasure in our erections grew and grew.  There was a slight breeze
against our bare skin, comfortable in the warmth of the sunlight that
poured down on us as we made love to each other.
	Neither of us lasted too long.  Like most boys, we weren't very
skilled at prolonging our pleasure and the greater it became the more eager
we were to have a climax.  Wiggling my hips against his pretty face and
crying softly from the intense pleasure in my loins, I felt the peak of
orgasm pulsing into my cock.  My skinny body jerked as it always did when I
climaxed, little muscles flexing madly and pressing my little erection
forward toward the warmth and sliminess it adored.  Even smaller muscles
flexed along the three inch length of my boy cock, shimmering up along the
short length, striving to propel my sperm forward.  I was still too young
for sperm, but my little penis tried anyway.
	As my penis flexed uselessly, wave after wave of orgasm swept down
between my legs, ran up along my skinny body filling it with warmth and
happiness.  No matter how often I had sex, it always felt wonderful,
fulfilling, relaxing.  The soothing waves of pleasure crested along my
tense muscles, seemed to intensify every cell in my body and I cried
happily as it jerked with joy.
	I was desperate for air as the fullness of pleasure ended, but I
couldn't take the stiff penis out of my mouth knowing that Garik was in
need of orgasm too.  Consequently, my breath hissed through my nose,
blowing against the smooth hairless skin around his erection.  He was still
sucking on my cock but his soprano crying proved that he was ready to
climax too.  My fingers took gentle hold of his erection right where it
joined his slender body and I squeezed it tightly, his heartbeat pounding
to pump blood into his sweet penis.  I could feel him tightening all along
the length of his ten year old body, could feel his small hips preparing to
release his pent up delight.
	Suddenly, the tenseness of his body contracted in firm spasms that
drove his penis at my mouth.  Several times his body jerked before I
suddenly felt the tight little contractions along his erection, his penis,
like mine, struggling to ejaculate sperm he was too young to produce.  He
grunted every time his orgasm jolted through him, soft young body bouncing
along the ground.  It was almost as nice being so near to his pleasure as
it was to feel it myself and I felt warm and happy to know he was feeling
such things.
	When we were finished, we lay there for a while to recuperate.  We
both needed air badly so we let our prepubescent cocks go and lay panting
together.  Our penises didn't get soft right away.  Unlike older boys whose
penises frequently needed a few minutes to recharge, we younger boys could
maintain erections for a long time and could even have several orgasms
without resting.  Usually, however, like now, we were so tired after the
first one that we just wanted to relax for a while.
	We were both happy when we finally sat up, hairless little penises
glistening from each other's saliva.
	"I was going to go explore around Yellow," I smiled at the pretty
boy.  "Do you want to come?"
	"Sure," he smiled, his cute face looking flushed and beautiful.
	We spent the rest of the morning exploring naked through the ruins
of the old mansion.  He was a great companion, filled with boyish
happiness, and I enjoyed watching his little penis wiggling between his
legs when he moved.  By lunchtime, we still had found nothing to top
Kelly's orb and went back to the palace with our arms wrapped around each
other's shoulders like lovers.
	Lunch was a rather simple affair, not that we noticed.  It
consisted of salad and fish.  We were growing boys and were forever hungry
but were more than satisfied by the scarcity of the meal.  It was served by
Brendan Smith, the young colonel of the defunct Kovz Army.  It was he who
had led me much of the way to Kovz City and he who had stood helplessly by
while I destroyed the Old One who had killed Guardian Eric Flynn.  He was a
handsome youth of fifteen with a hard body that bulged in his T-shirt in an
adolescent way.
	"I heard somebody got a spanking," he teased with a toothy grin as
he tousled my blond hair.
	I shrugged my bare shoulders.  "Didn't hurt," I said.
	"Hmm," he grinned broader.  "I'll have to mention that to Calvin."
	"No don't!" I said immediately.  "I mean... it hurt enough."
	"Uh-huh," he smiled, his strong hand rubbing down my bare back.
"Garik, did you clean your room this morning?"
	My naked young friend nodded.  What a goody-two-shoes.
	Just as we were finishing, Kelly came into the dining room followed
by a half dozen boys our age.  They were all naked like us, skinny,
hairless bodies, fresh, adorable faces.
	Kelly had always been a popular boy.  At ten years of age, he had
soft blond hair and a face of pure beauty.  He was also an acknowledged
prince and a very willing sex partner for any boy.  Add to that the fact
that he now possessed the top prize coveted by the boys and it was hardly
surprising that he attracted such an entourage.  He was supposed to be my
best friend and was, but his sudden popularity with the other boys made me
feel like a second fiddle.  Not wanting to be just another one of his
admirers, I had withdrawn from him and we hadn't even been sleeping
together as we always had.  I didn't care.  Garik would do me just fine.  I
didn't need His Royal Highness!
	"Well, Kely, did you find anything?" the beautiful prince asked as
he and his naked friends sat down beside us.
	I shrugged.  "Who said I was looking?"
	"Calvin," Kelly replied giggling, instantly joined by the other
boys.  They all knew I'd gotten a spanking for going to the temple, of
course.  That was how the older boys kept them in check, at least a little.
They bragged about spanking us.  None of us got away with anything in
secrecy.
	"Just cause you're too scared to go there," I replied a little
angrily.
	"Don't need to," Kelly grinned back.  "I already got the orb."
	"Yeah," a young boy named Chad said.  "Kelly's the king!" he said
to the instant cheers of the others.
	Chad was about twelve with a thick mop of brown hair framing a
happy, innocent face.  He was known to be a frequent masturbator, more
interested in rubbing on his own penis than doing it with other boys.
Still, I knew he and Kelly did it a lot with each other and I was jealous.
I always got jealous of other boys that I thought were cuter than me and
that was just about every boy I knew.
	"You better not let Erin hear you say that," Brendan smiled,
putting food down for the new boys.
	"Hear what?" a young, soprano voice suddenly called from across the
dining room.  In perfect timing, it was Erin, King of Kovzland.  I had
known Erin since Tarsec Village and had been rescued from certain death
when Guardian Eric came to rescue the handsome youth.  He was thirteen,
with dark brown hair and a truly beautiful face of smooth brown.  He was
wearing a tank top and shorts, concealing a thin but exquisite body of
young puberty.
	"Young Chad here was about to proclaim Prince Kelly the new king,"
Brendan smiled.
	"I wasn't really," Chad's squeaky boy voice quickly put in, his
young face flushed with nervous fear.  There was no need for this, of
course.  If he'd done something really bad, he might get a spanking, but a
little harmless teasing never got anyone in trouble.  Like most of the boys
from outside Kovzland, however, Chad had a well-learned fear of royalty.
	"Chad's been beating his meat too much," the king smiled, giving me
a kiss on the cheek and sitting beside me.  The other boys all giggled at
this joke on the helpless masturbator and I felt redeemed.
	"Erin, are we going to play football today?" Kelly asked, sitting
up on his chair and well forward.  He was, like all of us, a very energetic
boy, scarcely able to control his hyperactivity.
	"I don't think so," Erin replied, starting in on the food Brendan
brought.  "It seems we're going to have a visitor today," he added with a
sidelong glance at me.
	"Who?" Kelly asked excitedly.
	"Yeah, who?" a skinny nine year old named Perry echoed.  All the
boys were sitting up now, eager to hear of any newcomer.  Not only was it a
break in the routine, but a new visitor was likely to mean a new boy to
play with and our boys certainly liked diversity.
	"Sir Potus," Erin replied, instantly deflating the boys.
	"He's an old fart," an eight year old boy named Scott whined.
	"Yeah," Perry said.  "I heard he's a hundred!"
	Brendan laughed.  "Not quite.  He's a friend of mine.  He doesn't
play with little boys."
	Perry shrugged his skinny shoulders.  A man, even a hundred year
old man, who didn't play with boys wasn't very important in his mind.
	"He's to be our honored guest, boys," Erin said.  "Guardian Calvin
will wallop anyone who isn't nice to him."
	"He won't stay long," I said, not looking at any of them.
	"How do you know?" Perry asked.
	"He never stays long," I said.  I got up from my chair and started
toward the door.  The old fear about Potus started up in me again.  I felt
like crying and I didn't know why.  No one stopped me or followed me as I
went out into what had once been the palace gardens.
	My only real clear memory of Potus was a recent one.  Six months
earlier, we had met him in a tavern in Labar.  A prostitute named Nancy had
taken a shining to me for some reason and Potus had saved me from profound
embarrassment.  I knew, however, that there were other memories buried
inside me.  I had known Potus a lot longer than just six months.
	Without realizing it, I had walked back to the ruins of the temple.
I instantly expected to see Calvin coming up to give me another spanking,
but he didn't show.  My bare feet stepping carefully over the rubble, I
found myself back at the staircase I had gone down earlier.  To my
surprise, the sun was now shining directly down into the hole and I felt my
heart racing as I again descended.
	With the sun in its current position, the room I was soon standing
in was bright enough to see, at least once my eyes got accustomed to the
dimness beyond the sun's rays.  To my delight, I found myself in a room
absolutely chock full of treasures any one of which would eclipse Kelly's
glass orb.  There were crystal statues of boys, gold and silver vases and
bowls, gem covered items I couldn't identify.  I started to approach a
marble slab on which was laid an intricate silken tapestry when the light
suddenly dimmed.
	I felt a jolt of fear as I realized that I had been discovered.  So
frightened was I to be caught down here that my bladder relaxed and,
totally outside of my control, a stream of urine spilled out of my penis.
Shivering with cold and fear, I tried to stop myself from tinkling with my
hands but the warm liquid just ran through my fingers as two dark figures
appeared from the stairs.  They were big, much bigger than me, and I knew I
was going to get a spanking for this one.
	"Relax, Kely," one of the figures said.  "You're not in trouble
this time."  I recognized Calvin's voice and could hear him smiling,
probably at me standing there wetting myself.
	One of the figures moved against a wall and a spark suddenly
flamed.  A match.  In the glow, I could see the handsome young face of
Jonathan Quade.  He went to one of the walls and started lighting candles.
Soon the room was filled with light and all my prizes were there to see.
Also there was Jonathan and Guardian Calvin.
	My bladder had emptied by this point but I kept holding my little
penis and testicles more from embarrassment than need.
	"Nice, Kely," Jonathan smiled at the puddle at my feet.  He was
sixteen and had been a former resident of Tarsec Village before Guardian
Eric spirited him, Erin and me to safety.  Though still with the slender
build of an adolescent, his body was hard with muscle.  Like Calvin, his
chest swelled at his T-shirt and his arms rippled along his biceps and
forearms.
 	"Well, I knew I wasn't going to keep you away from here for long,"
Calvin smiled coming into the room and putting a big hand on my little
shoulder.  "Did you know what you would find here?"
	I shook my head looking around.  "What is this place?"
	"It's the temple floor," the young man explained.  "This used to be
the center of Kovzland's power, and still is for what our power's worth."
	In the full candlelight I could see just how magnificent my find
was.  I could also see that the room had been occupied recently and that it
had been cleaned up and organized.
	"What are you doing here?" I asked.
	"Training Jonathan," Calvin explained as the younger man
approached.  "He is to be our new High Priest."
	Jonathan was a serious youth with blond hair and a very cute face.
He looked at me with the same solemn expression he so often wore.
	"If Kovzland is going to be strong again," Calvin continued, "we're
going to need someone to maintain our defenses.  The Guardians chose
Jonathan."
	"That's why Eric said he was going to be one of the most important
boys in Kovzland," I said, remembering the discussion I'd had with the late
Guardian around a campfire months earlier.
	"That's right," Calvin smiled.  "We'd have told you about it,
Kelvin, but secrecy was important.  Our strength is very low right now.  We
couldn't risk the Old Ones finding that out."
	"I understand," I said, and did.  "This stuff must be worth a
fortune."  I whirled around the room taking full note of all the items,
even recognizing the lamp and necklace I had found on myself back in
Tarsec.
	"It is, but more so because it's all part of our Kovzland magic,
the stuff that protects and serves us.  Most of it is lost in the ruins
somewhere, I'm afraid.  This is all that we've been able to find."
	"How will we get them back?" I asked.
	"We'll keep looking," Calvin replied.  "Once Jonathan is fully
trained, he can make more."
	"Wow.  What's this?" I asked, my small fingers trailing the
tapestry on the marble slab.  It clearly told a story, with panels in it
showing exquisite pictures of naked boys engaged in scenes sometimes
violent, sometimes majestic.  I recognized Calvin in some pictures and the
other guardians.  There were even several pictures of a teenager who looked
like a younger version of Potus.
	"The story of Kovzland," Jonathan said, his deep voice resonating
in the room.  "It's weak now, but once its recharged it will be the
strongest talisman we have."
	"Wow," I said again.  The silk fabric was incredibly soft but
thick, too, not like other silk I had felt.  Touching it made me tingle a
little and, to my astonishment, I suddenly felt my penis starting to
stiffen.  It must have been the pictures of naked boys but my little love
pole soon stuck out throbbing expectantly.  I let go of the fabric and the
tingling sensation stopped but my erection was still in full flower.  I
turned to find both Jonathan and Calvin smiling at my excited little body.
	"Come on, sweetheart," Calvin said, wrapping a strong arm around my
skinny shoulders.  "It looks like you need to get back to your little
friends."
	I'd have been happy if the young men would have relieved me right
there but they didn't, just guided me back up the stairs and into the
sunlight where my hairless erection stuck out bathed in prepubescent
excitement.
	Kovz Boys weren't like human boys except in appearance.  Unlike
normal boys, we were designed for sex and the release of orgasm in our
bodies fueled all the power that was Kovzland.  Consequently, our interest
and need for sex was greater than for humans.  Even a boy like me, who was
probably too young to truly be in puberty, felt the strong pull of sexual
desire.  Where a human boy might not have too great a need for orgasms
until puberty, Kovz Boys generally started feeling the desire long before
the first signs of pubescence.  It was common for six and seven year old
Kovz Boys to be quite sexually active and a Kovz Boy in puberty frequently
needed to have sex several times a day.
	All of the power released by our orgasms floated like electricity
in Kovzland, creating a powerful magical spell over everything in our
kingdom.  This power seemed to feed on itself and the more of it there was,
the more wonderful was the sexual experience for Kovz Boys.  Currently, as
Calvin had said, there wasn't a great deal around so our sexual desires and
pleasures weren't significantly greater than they were for human boys.  As
the power grew, however, so would our sexual realities.  There were some
other differences in the physiology of Kovz Boys, but they weren't
immediately apparent and were most significant only in the full flower of
Kovzland.  For now, I was feeling very horny.
	As Jonathan and Calvin led me back to the palace, I suddenly felt a
strange and growing forbearance.  My erection eased until my penis lay tiny
and limp on my testicles.
	"Potus is coming," I said with a rush of fear and sadness.  Neither
Calvin nor Jonathan questioned my statement, but they both grew solemn.
"He will come from the west," I added finally.
	I took the lead now with the two young men following closely
behind.  Though I felt small and afraid, I walked to the front of the
palace, leading them up onto the large expanse of the front porch.  Someone
must have noticed our entourage for the word quickly spread.  As Calvin,
Jonathan and I stood at the railing, the other fifty boys of Kovzland began
to appear behind us.  We were joined at the railing by Brendan and the
other Guardians then in Kovzland: Rick Stratton, Garrick Greene and Terry
Carver.
	"He's coming?" Rick asked as he joined us.
	Calvin nodded.  We were all looking to the west where the sun was
beginning to lower between two peaks.  As we watched, a shining star-like
thing appeared in the roadway.  It grew until it became the figure of a man
on horseback.  Potus.
	As always, he was clad in exquisite silver armor, shining in the
sunlight.  His horse too was armored, a brilliant white horse as tall as
the man himself.  As they rode down the pass, I felt myself creeping
backward.  I felt my back press against the body of an older boy, a
muscular youth in a T-shirt.  Reflexively, I wrapped my arms around him and
discovered it was Chris Anderson, General of the defunct Kovz Army.  He
wrapped his arms around me, too, his big hands tenderly caressing my bare
skin.
	His horse at a gallop, Potus rode with the experience of a man who
had been riding horses for two thousand years.  The metal of his armor
scarcely made a sound through the rhythmic pounding of the horse's hooves.
He rode through the ruined city without slowing, heading straight for the
palace, straight for us.  As he neared the front porch, his horse came to a
gentle stop and stood motionless.  He wasn't wearing a helmet and his
strong, handsome face looked stern beneath a mop of thick blond hair.
	"Greetings, Sir Potus, cousin to the Guardians," Calvin said in a
full voice.
	"Calvin," the man nodded as his eyes gazed out over the wreckage
that had once been the beautiful kingdom of Kovzland.  "They did quite a
number," he observed.
	Calvin nodded and followed Potus's gaze.  The palace sat atop a
rise and from the porch it was easy to survey the entire city.  "Yes," he
nodded.
	"You can't rebuild this," Potus observed.
	"We have no choice but to try," Calvin said.  "We have some
talismans left."
	Potus sniffed, almost derisively.  "Rick," he nodded to the
Guardian.
	"Potus," the young man nodded back.  Rick looked about eighteen or
nineteen years old with yellow hair and pale blue eyes.  Like Calvin, he
kept his body in good shape and was well muscled.  He had arrived shortly
after we had from Labar, bringing a small group of additional boys.
	"Garrick, Terry," Potus continued.
	"Cousin," Garrick replied.  Garrick was the cutest of the
Guardians, I thought, being about fourteen with brown hair and blue eyes.
Terry was about fifteen, also with brown hair and hazel eyes.  He was tall
and thin, his body well toned.
	"What's wrong with Kelvin?" the man asked, though I hadn't even
seen him look in my direction.
	"He comes and goes," Calvin explained my childish behavior.  "We
weren't able to bring him all the way back."
	"Do you know who I am, boy?" he suddenly asked, his blue eyes
turning on me.
	"You're the man from Labar," I said in a childish voice.
	Potus looked disgusted in me then looked away.  "There isn't enough
power here, anymore, Calvin," Potus said.
	"We'll build it back up."
	"The Old Ones will just conquer it again," the man sniffed.  "They
number more than five hundred thousand.  Not even five thousand Kovz Boys
can stop that many.  You need more room than you can make here."
	"As I say," Calvin said tersely, "we have little choice.  The
Zanvera Valley is the only place with enough power to have a chance."
	Potus paused for a long moment.  In the distance, there was the
sound of the breeze moving through the trees.  Otherwise, all was silent.
	"I bring you a gift," the man suddenly proclaimed.
	"In exchange for what?" I suddenly heard myself responding.  I
stood up from Chris and my skinny legs moved of their own accord until I
was standing by Calvin.  It was the Kelvin inside, I knew, taking over and
coming to the fore again.
	"Ah, the child is a man, after all," Potus smiled ironically down
at me.  "In exchange for nothing, good Kelvin.  In exchange for peace.  In
exchange for Brendan's friendship.  In exchange for some counter-balance to
the Old Ones."  Saying this, he suddenly spat on the ground cursing our
ancient enemies.  "You need it."
	"Need what?" Calvin asked.  "What is your gift?"
	"Zanvera Island," Potus announced, bringing an instant gasp from
all the Guardians and making my knees feel ready to buckle.  "You may have
it."
	"But..." I began.
	"It is of little use to me.  I do not stay there any longer."  He
looked annoyed by me and wouldn't look at me any more.
	"I gave you the island for all of time.  It was part of the
promise," my soprano voice said.
	"Yes.  So I give it back to you.  The promise remains.  I have no
need of the island."
	Out across Lake Zanvera was the heart not only of Kovzland but of
the entire world.  It was there on the shores of Zanvera Island that
everything began.  It was there that the greatest power in all the world
was focused.  From there, five thousand Kovz Boys might well prove
formidable opponents to the Old Ones.
	"Why are you doing this?" my high-pitched voice asked.  "We would
never have asked it of you."
	He couldn't look at me and didn't.  Likely my skinny little body,
naked in the fading sunlight, was more than he could bear.  "As I say, you
need it and if you can stand against the Old Ones my interests will be
well-served."
	"Are you lonely, brother?" I asked.
	He scoffed and smiled almost bitterly.  "No more so than ever," he
replied.  "No more so without the island than with it.  I prefer the world.
It suits me.  I suit it."  He turned and looked at me then, his eyes
locking onto mine.  Despite the fifty boys gathered around, we were alone.
His eyes were pained, his face drawn.  Slowly he looked down my body and
back up to my face where he smiled.  "You are a beautiful boy, Kelvin," he
said, the gentlest statement ever.
	"And you are a magnificent man," I replied.
	"What are they talking about?" Brendan asked behind me.
	"Ssshhh, Brendan," Calvin hushed him.  "Not now."
	"I would give you something in return," I said to the man.
	"For all of time, my boy," he smiled still.  "What would you give
me?  I am the wealthiest man on the planet.  I am stronger than the
strongest army.  What can you give me that I am permitted to have?"
	"Must you leave?" I asked.
	"You know that I must," he answered, his smile slipping.  "Besides,
its my world out there.  With the Old Ones restrained, it becomes mine to
do with what I will."
	There was a long moment of silence during which Potus looked away
again.  I stared at him, feeling his pain but knowing I couldn't do
anything to ease it.
	"You have given a great gift, cousin," Calvin said into the
silence.
	"It is one without cost to me," Potus replied, his spirit becoming
strong again.
	"Do you suffer?"
	"Only here."
	"Then leave us," Calvin said, "and let the pain be ours."
	"Of course, old friend," the man nodded.  He looked out over our
small population, the naked little boys and the lightly clad youths.  His
eyes came to rest on Brendan.  "There is a tournament in Martel next year,
Sir Brendan," he smiled.  "If you are willing, I would be honored if you
would squire for me."
	"It is I who would be honored, Sir Potus," the youth beamed
stepping forward.
	"We will cross the Centron Mountains together as I promised.  Meet
me in Tevlak at the Feast of Amok.  It will be a great adventure, one
worthy of your history."
	"I look forward to it."
	"As do I."  Potus hung back for a moment, his eyes returning to me
briefly before looking away yet again.  Without another word, he whirled on
his horse and started to gallop away.  As he left, I felt warm tears
pouring down my cheeks.
	"Potus!" I called out after him.  "I love you!"
	His horse pulled to a stop and he turned back.  "We'll travel
again, Kelvin," his voice called out over the hundred yards already
separating us.  "One day we'll speak the sacred name together with our
son."
	With that, he whirled yet again and galloped away.  We all watched
him fading in the distance, none more confused than me.  Sacred name?  Our
son?!  Like some old cliché, he crested the pass framed by the setting
sun.  As he disappeared down the far side, the sun disappeared with him.
	When he was gone, I felt Calvin's hands taking hold of my
shoulders, sliding down them to hold and pet my small chest.  I was crying
silently, my tears rolling down my cheeks.
	Though some part of me obviously knew Potus well and understood
everything that had just passed between us, I didn't consciously understand
any of it.  There was only one thing that I really understood and it had
given rise to all my fear and all my sadness.  I knew that I was Potus and
that Potus was me.  That knowledge was enough to scare any boy.
	That evening after dinner we all gathered in what had once been the
old throne room.  It was fully intact though it had been made into a
pleasant sitting area with all the old furniture piled here so that all
fifty three of us could gather around the huge marble fireplace together
and talk.  It was time for stories and socializing, a chance to feel safe
and warm.  It was also, inevitably, a chance for boys to settle on a
companion for the night, for no one wanted to sleep alone.  I suspect that
the older boys arranged the evening to ensure that there was plenty of
sexual activity at bedtime, just to add a bit more to Kovzland's weakened
power base, or at least to prevent it from disappearing altogether.
	Apart from the fire in the fireplace, the room was dark.  Boys lay
on the floor, sat together in armchairs or lay together on sofas.  Everyone
was present.  As always, the younger boys were naked, about two thirds of
our number.  The older boys wore T-shirts and shorts.  To preserve the
carpet, no one wore shoes.
	I sat in a plush armchair with Garik, our naked bodies pressed up
side by side, our arms wrapped around each other's skinny shoulders.  On
the floor before us lay Prince Kelly and his entourage giggling and joking
together, wrestling and jostling each other, all small and naked.  They
were incapable of lying still, their plump bottoms and hairless penises
taking turns before my eyes as they wiggled and rolled around.  As usual, I
got an erection watching them which made Garik giggle.  He boyishly took
hold of my stiff little member and rubbed it gently, enough to give me
pleasure but not enough to make me climax.  I soon was doing the same,
coaxing his fat little cock into erection, then caressing it just enough to
feel good.  Happy with this, both Garik and I looked up as Guardian Terry
stepped into the firelight.
	In the full bloom of adolescence, he was a gangly youth with long,
skinny arms and legs and a tight body.  He wore a T-shirt that clung
tightly to his firm muscles and a pair of baggy shorts that made his long
legs look even skinnier.  Everyone fell silent and still as they realized
that the story for the evening was about to commence.  Even Kelly and his
boyfriends got quiet, laying on their bellies, chins on fists and elbows to
listen.
	"In the beginning, there were the Guardians," Terry began his story
without introduction.  "Nine men, strong and brave, came forth from a far
off land without history upon this world, for they were strangers to one
another, pursued by an evil host, accompanied by a peaceful god.  And they
and their god met upon Zanvera Island from whence all else emanated.
	"Their god said, 'Build your land of peace and love here, for I
have founded this place for you that it shall be as a garden and you shall
not know death anymore.'  The Guardians built their land of peace and love
there on the slopes of Zanvera Island and there they worshipped their god
and grew strong and fair with eternal youth.
	"In time, the Guardians called out to their god and said, 'Give us
new hope, oh, lord.  Let us see again the beauty of innocence that we knew
in the past.  Let there be a new future for Zanvera.'
	"But their god admonished them and said, 'Do not tempt the winds of
chance, my children, for there is danger in growing toward heaven.  For all
that you seek to gain, so too might you lose what joy you have.'
	"The Guardians were true to their god and remained silent until
they again called out and said, 'Without growth there is no change and
without change there is no pleasure in living.  Let there be a new future
for Zanvera.'
	"Their god came unto them and said, 'Danger there is in change, my
children.  Stand down from heaven and bring not this danger to your door.'
	"And again the Guardians relented and fell silent.
	"Soon, however, the desires for change grew greater and for a third
time they pleaded to their god, 'We care not the danger, Oh, Lord, send us
the instrument of our change.'
	"And their god came forth and presented them with a gift.  'Herein
lies the instrument of change,' he said, 'but mark me, for as you grow so
too will your dangers grow for I am not alone upon the world and the other
god shall make of you a harsh teacher.  Leave off growth and grow not
toward heaven lest you lose what joy you have.'
	"Now the Guardians heard the words of their god and were quelled by
them.  Though they now possessed the instrument for change, they dared not
use it.  And there was peace upon Zanvera Island and all the world."
	Garik was still rubbing slowly on my erection as I was on his.  The
soft warmth of his small naked body next to mine and his tender caresses on
my penis made me feel sleepy and happy.  As Terry spoke, his sweet voice
crept into me and visions of his tale filled my mind.  More than hearing
his tale, I felt like I was living it.
	"But, lo, the Guardians could not last.  One among them took up the
instrument of change and bore it off to the wilderness.  There he employed
it alone before returning to his comrades and they asked him, 'What have
you done?  Have you used the instrument of change?'  'No,' he told them.
'I have merely been walking in the forest.'
	"In the fullness of time, the instrument of change brought forth a
baby boy of golden light and the Guardians were sore impressed.  Its gifts
seen now, the Guardians were eager to bring forth more boys and the
instrument of change was used over and over again.  More boys were born
until they numbered five thousand and their world was beautiful and at
peace, full of love and pleasure.  They sought out a name for their happy
world and they called themselves the Kovz Boys, the Boys of Change, and
they named their growing kingdom 'Kovzland'."
	"That's the same as here," Perry delightedly pointed out to the
naked boys on the floor.
	"No, duh," Chad said shaking his head at the younger boy's
foolishness.  "What did you think the story was about, stupid?"
	"I'm not stupid," Perry replied, his skinny body rising up on its
knees, little boyhood too small to even dangle on his little balls.
	"Are so," Chad shot back, rising up on his own knees, his larger
penis sticking out half-hard on his smooth, hairless legs.
	"Am not!" Perry's squeaky soprano voice replied and I could tell he
was ready to launch himself at the older boy.
	"Okay!" Calvin's deep voice suddenly cut through their boyish
argument, his tall, muscular body stepping into the firelight.  "Which one
of you wants the first spanking?"
	Needless to say, this instantly quieted both children and they both
dropped instantly to the floor beside their friends, boyish giggles
escaping from both of them knowing that Calvin wouldn't spank them if they
shaped up right away.
	"Spank 'em anyway," Prince Kelly giggled to the immediate agreement
of the other children.
	"No," Perry smiled angellically up at the young man.  "We'll be
good," he promised sweetly.
	"Uh-huh," Chad agreed with an equally sweet smile.
	Calvin smiled down at them, their plump little bottoms up and both
looking small and adorable.  "Guardian Terry," he smiled at the
story-teller, grinning as he stepped back with the older boys.
	"But, lo, while their baby boys grew, so too did a power they knew
not of, for the Old Ones were growing under the banner of their own god,
the ancient enemy of the god of the Kovz Boys.  The Kovz Boys god came
among them and spoke saying, 'What have you done?  Have I not urged you not
to grow?  Have I not begged you to leave the instrument of change alone?'
	"'I have disobeyed you, oh, lord,' the Guardian who first used the
instrument said.  'It was I that first used the instrument of change.'
	"And their god was sore disappointed for the Guardian had always
been his favorite among the Guardians and he spoke saying, 'You have always
been of two minds, one free and innocent, one power hungry and full of
desires for growth.  Let there now be two bodies and let each pursue the
life he desires.'
	"And so he smote the Guardian into two beings, looking identical in
every way but different inside.  From that day forward there were ten
Guardians of Kovzland.  And to the Guardian who longed for power in the
world he said, 'Be gone into the world and come not to my garden again, for
the day you touch the beauty I adore, that shall surely be the day the
beauty will end forever.'
	"And the Guardian left Zanvera Island forever, never to know the
joys of the garden again."
	Terry ended his story and I felt sad despite the tender caresses of
young Garik.  It wasn't the full story, of course, for there was another
tale that completed the saga of Zanvera Island, the tale that gave it to
Potus centuries later only to be returned to us so recently.  I wanted to
cry but wasn't about to in the presence of the other boys.  Instead, I
started rubbing a little more quickly on Garik's erection, hoping that his
pleasure would ease my sadness.
	"Who was the Guardian?" little Perry asked from the floor beside
Kelly.
	"It's a story, Perry," Terry replied gently.  "It doesn't matter
who the Guardian was, just that you know you shouldn't disobey god."
	"I never saw god," Chad said softly.
	"No one has seen him for centuries," Terry said.  "It is said that
he abandoned the Kovz Boys after the betrayal and would not defend them any
longer."
	"Is that why the Old Ones beat us in the war?" Kelly asked.
	Terry nodded.
	"Why would a world have two gods on it?" Travis Berenson, my lover
from Labar asked.  He was a really cute twelve year old with blond hair and
bright blue eyes.  He had a very skinny body covered only by a pair of gym
shorts.  He was standing with his skinny arms folded across his long, flat
chest, looking like he was really interested in the story.  "I thought the
world was only created by one god."
	"There's a very good story about that, Travis," Terry smiled at the
intense look on the pretty boy's face.  "If you're really interested in it,
you can talk to Jonathan.  Otherwise, I'm going to save it for another
day."
	Travis looked surprisingly thoughtful about this.  He was such a
horny boy it didn't seem like he ever thought about anything but his penis.
This, however, seemed to get his attention.
	"Did the Guardian ever come back to Zanvera Island?" a ten year old
boy named Alex asked.  He had an adorable little body with brown hair and
big brown eyes.  He wasn't one of the ones who puppy-dogged around after
Kelly and was consequently sitting on a large pillow off to the side, his
skinny legs spread apart, tiny, uncircumcised penis laying innocent for all
to see.
	"Yes," Terry smiled.  "But that too is another story."  Several of
the boys groaned but Terry just held up a hand to silence them.  "It's time
now for some new entertainment," he said, making some of the boys perk up.
There were only two forms of entertainment, after all.  One was stories,
the other was something more interesting.  "Who has the best body in
Kovzland?" Terry asked the boys who were now sitting up and smiling.  They
offered several answers, most of them Calvin.  "Let's find out."
	As the older boys stepped into the firelight and the competition, I
could tell that little Garik was getting more excited.  I was fully
masturbating his hairless little sex organ now and his own fingers had
forgotten to massage my erection.  I was half-turned toward him, enough to
press my skinny chest against his arm, my lips gently kissing the warm,
baby soft skin on his shoulder.  He was panting softly, nervously looking
at me to see if I knew what I was doing to him in the presence of so many
other boys but too excited to want me to stop.  His cock was hard as rock
and the little pink penis head poking in and out of his brown foreskin was
beautiful.
	The crowd giggled and cheered as the older boys peeled off their
T-shirts and revealed their muscular chests.  As I lay kissing and
masturbating Garik, they took turns posing and flexing muscles to the other
boys.  There was something passionate about what I was doing to the ten
year old.  It was as if I was relying on his orgasm to absolve me of any
guilt I might have felt, as if his pleasure were my salvation.  As his
slender little body started to tighten, I pathetically leaned forward, my
cheek sliding down his smooth little chest and belly until his cock was
before me.  I devoured the hard young thing and sucked on it feeling like
crying as his little muscles clenched tighter.
	While the older boys posed, Garik let out little whimpering cries
as orgasm swept into his childish body.  I could feel him starting to jerk
even as I heard the silence in the rest of the room.  Everyone was turning
to find out what was going on and they found me with my face in Garik's
immature lap, sucking his hairless cock as the boy whimpered and jerked
with orgasm.  As they realized what was going on, the other boys started to
giggle and some cheered as the little boy lay crying and jerking in
pleasure.
	This attention so embarrassed the ten year old that he hadn't even
finished his orgasm before he started trying to pull my face from his
penis.  Though boy sex was acknowledged, even cherished, in Kovzland, few
ten year old boys wanted everyone to know they were doing it.  It seemed
silly to me since we were all having sex, but I was just as embarrassed as
Garik was.  What had begun as an effort to find salvation had become a
thing of greater shame.
	I let his hairless cock go and the child instantly bolted to his
feet, slender erection still pulsing and glistening between his legs.  The
other boys all cheered and giggled, embarrassing both Garik and I
horrendously.  I don't know what it was about boys having sex with each
other that was so funny, particularly in a place where all boys were doing
it, but it was embarrassing nonetheless, even more so since my skinny
little erection was raging between my legs.  In embarrassment, Garik's was
quickly softening.  Mine just seemed to grow harder the more I tried to
wish it away.
	"All right, all right," Guardian Rick said, stepping to the fore of
the other older boys.  Like them he was topless, his muscular chest
swelling powerfully in a room filled mostly with skinny boys.  "Like the
rest of you aren't jealous.  I don't think I've seen so many boners in my
life."
	That was unlikely for a Guardian two thousand years old.
Nonetheless, his words struck a chord: there were an awful lot of immature
erections in the room.
	"All of you, off to bed!" Rick grinned.
	There was certainly not much objection to that.  The kids were
streaming out quickly enough, many erect and eager for what they knew was
coming next.  Going to bed, after all, certainly didn't mean going to
sleep.  Soon, the only people left in the room were Calvin, Terry and I.  I
lay huddled on the armchair feeling tiny compared to the older boys.
	"I didn't mean to make the story out about you, Kelvin," Terry's
handsome face said, looking pained and innocent beneath his soft brown
hair.
	"I know," I replied.
	"They have to know the story, Kelvin," Calvin added.
	"I know," I said emphatically.  "It's no big deal."
	"Okay," Calvin smiled.  "Hey, Terry and I are going to a party down
in Chad's room.  It may just be watching him jack off, but why don't you
join us?"
	"Nah," I shrugged.  "I've got a date."
	"Yeah, figures," Terry grinned, letting me off with my lie.  "When
does the cutest boy in Kovzland not have a date."
	"Sure," Calvin added to add strength to my lie.  "But if you want
to join us, come down to Chad's room.  It'll be fun, okay?  A lot of the
boys are going there.  You can bring your date."
	"Okay," I said.
	They knew I just wanted to be alone and weren't about to belabor
the point.  With fond good-nights and smiles, they went off to join the
party.
	It wasn't just a story, of course.  It was how Potus and I became
two different people.  He inherited all the mature attributes of power.  I
inherited all the sensitive qualities of young boyhood.  He had been
forbidden to enjoy the love of boys that we both cherished and worshipped.
I was given all the attributes necessary to thoroughly revel in boy sex,
but was totally incapable of desiring or pursuing power or wealth.
	It's not fair to say that I caused our being turned out from "the
Garden of Eden" by a god who no longer showed his face.  No, it was both
Potus and I.  Part my love for sweet innocence, part his desire for power
and wealth.  Now, I had the love, he had the power.  Neither of us had a
god any longer; neither of us were whole.  Somewhere in the world was the
child we had borne in the "Instrument of Change".  Someday, I would find
that boy again.
	Naked and alone, I left the fireside and wandered through the
gardens of the palace, or at least what remained of them.  The Old One's
assault had destroyed most of it.  What remained was now overgrown with
weeds.  There were flowers and I could see them in the moon and star light,
but they weren't as vivid in detail as they were at daytime.
	Such a weight I carried inside, a weight shared only by Potus.
Such things we had done to protect each other.  There would be no peace for
me, I knew, until Potus and I were one again.  Until then, we were both
forced to live a lie.
	The night was spectacular.  The sky a solid, inky blackness dotted
with a million stars.  Somewhere, out there, was a star around which the
Earth circled, the original home of the Guardians.  I wondered if I would
ever get the chance to return there some day.  The first of our planet's
two moons seemed to literally hang from a string, big and bright and
beautiful, too full to belong to such an expanse of heavens.  At this time
of year, the second moon would rise in a few hours, never so big or so
bright as this one was.  Though it was a warm evening, there was a cool
breeze blowing off the lake and I felt goose bumps forming on my arms and
legs.  My penis grew smaller too, trying to shield itself from the coldness
of the night.  I sat down on a stone wall that seemed colder than the air
against my bottom.  It was okay.  I wanted to be cold.  I wanted to suffer.
Long ago, I had brought all of this on myself.
	"Hi, Kelvin," a childish, soprano voice said behind me.
	I jerked about in a start and saw Prince Kelly, small and
beautiful, as naked as I was.  "Hi, Kelly," I said, managing a faint smile.
	"Do you want me to leave you alone?" he asked in a timid voice.
	I thought about it for a moment.  Yeah, I wanted to suffer alone.
I wanted to be a martyr, despised by my fellow citizens.  At the same time,
I desperately wanted someone to hold me and love me.
	"No," I said.  "Please stay."
	Kelly smiled at this and came over to sit beside me.  "Yikes!" he
giggled.  "The stone is cold."
	I grinned and looked over at him.  His cute face was diffused of
color in the moonlight, but all of his beauty was easy to see.  His blond
hair looked white in the silver of the moon, his blue eyes almost gray,
lined with his long black eyelashes.  Above his eyes, his slender eyebrows
were scarcely visible against his smooth skin.  Below them, his little nose
looked childlike and sweet, slightly pug in the way I adored so much.  His
lips looked gray in the light too, but they were full and plump, framing
neat, perfect white teeth.  All I wanted to do was kiss him and hold him,
but I held back, spending the moment gazing at him instead.
	He finally blushed at my affections and turned away.  "I'm sorry
for showing off about the orb," he said.  "I didn't really mean it."
	"I know," I smiled at his cute little boy face.  Besides, I had
already eclipsed his trophy by what I'd found in the temple, not that I was
going to advertise that fact.  "I'm sorry for being such a jerk about it."
	"What do you mean?" he smiled sweetly at me.
	"I don't know," I sighed.  "Those other boys were hanging around
you so much I just didn't want to."  It was the only way a boy my age could
admit he was jealous of them.
	"They're geeks," his high-pitched voice said.  "I just wanted you
to be proud of me and be my friend."
	"I'll always be your friend," I said, gazing into his cute, ten
year old face.  "I love you."
	These three words always made boys uncomfortable and Kelly
responded with a shy smile that made his dimples all the more pronounced.
"You're a Guardian, Kely," he said.  "It's hard for me to, you know, just
chill out about it.  I mean, you're always going to be cool.  I have to
work at it a lot more."
	It was silly stuff, really.  Adults know that all this silly ego
stuff is wasteful energy.  To boys, however, boys like me and Kelly, it
seemed like all the world.
	"I'm just a kid like you, Kelly," I said.  "I don't know what cool
is.  I mean, you're a prince.  That seems a lot bigger than being a
Guardian to me."
	This made him blush, difficult to see in the moonlight but easy to
tell by the way his dimples flared and the enchanting way he looked away.
He was so beautiful sitting there that I reached out my hand and petted his
silky blond hair, allowing my hand to continue down the baby soft contour
of his cheek.
	"It's cold," he said shivering.  "Let's go inside."
	It wasn't that cold but the fire was still burning in the fireplace
and there was little reason to waste it.  We walked together to the sofa
closest to the fire and Kelly turned.  I was a little bit taller than him,
but his small body melted easily against mine and my lips found their way
to his as if we were made for each other.  As our tongues slid slowly into
each other's mouths, our small bodies melded closer.  Between them, our
hairless young penises stiffened against each other going from limp
sausages of boy meat to throbbing erections in seconds.
	They were cute little penises, both of them.  Nearing puberty, mine
had started to grow lately and was now a little bit longer than Kelly's.
Both were very skinny and both had almost identical little purple heads,
neatly shaped like little helmets, each with a tiny slit at the very tip.
The biggest difference was in our shafts for while Kelly's ran in smooth,
unblemished pink boy skin, mine had a baby blue vein that swelled halfway
up its length.  When it got really hard, like it was now, the vein was
engorged with the rhythmic throbbing of my heartbeat.
	We gently rubbed our hairless bodies together, focusing mostly on
getting our twin erections to explore each other, but also enjoying the
soft contact between our skinny abdomens, the warm smoothness of our small
chests.  Our arms, still boylike though mine were growing longer and
thinner, wrapped easily around so that our young hands could rub tenderly
across our thin shoulder blades, neither of us mature enough to have the
slightest v-shape of adolescent muscles.  Our erections grew stiffer as
they poked against each other and Kelly sighed happily as my mouth lay
pressed against his.
	Kelly and I had become notorious for long foreplay, each of us
liking to stoke our little boners into intense hardness before finally
relieving them.  This time was no exception.  More than five minutes of
hugging, kissing and erection teasing passed and our penises were throbbing
excitedly for pleasure.  Kelly finally stepped back from me and we smiled
at each other, our immature faces filled with love for the other.  We both
looked down to admire the skinny little erections pulsing up and down
between our thin legs, the hairless three inch love poles that we shared
with each other.  They looked really cute and tremendously excited by the
closeness of the other.  Both stuck straight up from our smooth pubic
mounds at forty-five degree angles pulsing up and down with anticipation
and longing.  Kelly giggled and I grinned happily.  I loved having an
erection, especially with my ten year old friend.
	He turned and started toward the couch, his small bottom looking
plump and round.  It was a typical butt for a boy his age, a compact pillow
of smooth skin parted by a seductive fold in-between.  I was looking
forward to sticking my penis up inside his body.  Not yet though.  Horny
though we both were, we liked to get even more so.
	Kelly's small body lay down on the couch on his back, his skinny,
naked body laying there in all its innocence and beauty.  He smiled up at
me as I came over and gently lay my body down on top of his, making sure my
hairless boner slipped in neatly beside his.  In the softness between our
legs, the little things pulsed beside each other, each pulse sending happy
warmth into our small bodies.  We kissed again as Kelly's hands wrapped
around me and started rubbing up and down on my back and shoulders.  You
can't say a young boy's lips taste sweet unless he's been eating chocolate,
but Kelly's tasted nice anyway.  Inside his mouth, my tongue felt the
warmth and slime of his saliva, his little tongue licking tenderly around
mine.  So many times that adorable little boy had held my penis in that
mouth.  So many times my orgasm had climaxed right where my tongue was now
licking.
	Soon, my lips started getting tired and I lifted my face from my
young friend's.  We smiled at each other before I lay my head down on his
shoulder, my cheek rubbing smoothly against his bare skin.  Though his arms
were around me, I couldn't get mine underneath him so I held the little
balls of his shoulders in my hands as my lips kissed his young collarbones.
The long months of nudity had given us both smooth tans all over our bodies
with no tan lines.  It also made our skin feel warm and his ten year old
body was wonderful beneath mine.
	Still kissing his shoulder, I very gently started to rub my penis
against the soft, warmth between his legs.  I could hear him smile at this,
his turgid erection enjoying my hairless cock as much as I was enjoying
his.  To do it effectively, my little butt was raising and lowering itself
above him, my little penis sliding along his fresh skin.  This tantalizing
pleasure continued for another five minutes until I could feel the pleasure
in my little testicles starting to tighten, my little body preparing itself
to ejaculate though it didn't have anything to squirt out.  I could tell
that Kelly was getting close too and this wasn't the way I wanted to end
our passion.
	Both of us were gasping as I crawled off him and stood up.  He
didn't ask any questions: he knew how close I had been to having an orgasm.
Instead, he lay there panting happily, smiling at my frantic little penis.
His young arms were raised up high enough to show his little underarms, his
ribcage rippling down his skinny abdomen.  Between his legs, his hairless
penis lay straight and throbbing, his little testicles pulled in so tightly
to his body that they were almost ready to disappear in the smooth
hairlessness of his scrotum.
	I pushed the yellow bangs out of my eyes panting as quickly as he
was, my young brain swimming with immature desires.  I wanted him to suck
me off something fearless but I wanted to make love in his bottom, too.
Finally my head cleared enough that I leaned toward him again, my little
hands reaching for his small body and guiding him to roll over.  Kelly and
I knew our lovemaking techniques pretty well and I didn't have to say
anything for him to know what I wanted to do to him.  Grinning, he crawled
over on his knees, his skinny body laying forward on his arms.  This made
his butt press out and upward, enough to pull his cheeks apart and show the
tiny, hairless entrance to his little bottom.
	I quickly got down on my knees behind him, my hands taking hold of
his butt cheeks and massaging them gently as I gazed at the pretty hole of
his sphincter.  The crack that ran between his cheeks had not seen as much
sun as the rest of him and looked pale and adorable.  Below it, I could see
the underside of his little testicles, still pulled in tightly to his
hairless body.  His penis was too small for me to see from this angle even
if it had been hanging down on his scrotum.  As it was, he was so hard it
was sticking straight up against his belly.  As my hands massaged his
plump, round buttocks, my eyes gazed at the sensitive, puckered little hole
where I was going to stick my erection.  Around the pale pink skin, his
butthole was a purplish-pink color, with little creases along it that led
to the sacred entrance.  Longing to penetrate him, I sighed as I leaned
forward and kissed the little hole.
	One of the physiological differences between native Kovz Boys and
human boys is that their bodies are more completely designed for sex.  When
not being used for other natural purposes, a Kovz Boy's bottom was designed
to admit and enjoy the presence of another boy's penis.  Two things would
occur to make this most enjoyable for both boys.  First, the admitting
boy's butt, when properly excited and prepared, would lubricate itself with
subtle body fluids so that artificial lubricants, though still used
sometimes, really weren't necessary.  Second, there were numerous pleasure
sensors all along the interior walls of the Kovz Boy's bottom.  Where human
boys derived pleasure from the pressure of an erection against their
prostate during anal intercourse, Kovz Boys derived pleasure all along
their large intestines.
	These traits, however, really only matured at puberty.  Immature
Kovz Boys were, therefore, just as likely as their human cousins to prefer
oral sex and masturbation.  Once puberty hit, however, the desire to have
anal sex could easily supplant these childish preferences.  Kelly and I
were both still well before puberty and our bodies were not really mature
enough to fully enjoy what we were going to do.  Just as it can take a
while for little boys to get excited into an erection, however, so too
could the bodies of immature Kovz Boys be teased into enjoying anal sex
without artificial help.
	As I kissed and licked Kelly's butthole, I was therefore doing more
than just directly lubricating it.  I was exciting it into preparing itself
for my little love pole.  Kelly gasped happily as I did this, pressing the
tip of my tongue down into the hole and licking the puckered skin outside
seductively.  As I did this, I slipped one of my hands around his skinny
hips and found his stiff member.  Caressing it lovingly, I was soon making
the little boy feel really good indeed and I could soon feel his bottom
softening and growing slimier than even my saliva could account for.
	When I knew he was well ready, I put my hands on each of his
buttocks and stood up on my knees to guide my stiff, hairless little cock
to his love entrance.  Well prepared, Kelly's sphincter gave scarcely any
resistance to my little penis head.  With a little bit of pressure, it
sighed and yielded to me.  Though his butt was still tight, my erection was
small and I stared in renewed wonder as I watched it slipping steadily up
inside his small body.
	It didn't take long.  Three inches of boy cock disappears pretty
quickly.  Soon, the hairless mound between my legs was pressed against the
hairless skin that surrounded his little butthole.  In between, I could see
little more than the base of my little cock, the sweet pink of his puckered
entrance stretched tight around it, and then nothing but smooth, soft boy
skin.
	"Kovz." I sighed happily, my penis feeling so nice in the tight
warmth of his body.  Gasping for air to appease my pleasure filled loins, I
slowly leaned forward until my little chest came to rest on Kelly's skinny
shoulder blades.  I slipped my arms around his small body and rested my
hands flat against his chest and belly, holding him tenderly as I pressed
my little cock as deep into him as I could.
	Kelly was panting too, sounding happy, sighing a bit to feel the
stiff little thing inside his body.  Still holding him, I slowly started to
rub my stiff, hairless erection in and out of him.  It worked fairly well
in this position.  With his bottom so fully exposed, even a little penis
like mine could slide in and out without a great deal of risk of it
accidentally popping free, a common occurrence for young boys making love.
If Kelly had been older, or my penis had been much smaller, fucking him
would have been a bit awkward, something we'd learned at a more tender age.
As it was, our small bodies were well suited to the purpose and I started
clenching my bottom rhythmically every time I pushed my penis up inside
him.
	I started moaning a little as I felt the pleasure in my penis
starting to grow again.  Normally, I would have fucked very frantically,
eager to feel the pleasure fill me.  Kelly and I had long since accepted a
slower pace with each other, a pace of love and affection rather than
animal sex and desire.  Consequently, I humped him very slowly, letting the
pleasure and pressure between my legs grow greater and greater, fighting
against my natural desire to hurry to climax.
	The whole time, Kelly lay there leaning forward on his elbows,
panting happily with pleasure and letting me enjoy his butt.  Still moving
slowly in and out of him, I rewarded his patience by slipping one hand down
from his belly, rubbing the hairless skin surrounding his erection before
finally taking the stiff young thing in my fingers.  Kelly moaned
immediately and I could hear him smiling as I gently rubbed on his sweet
penis.  I rubbed it as slowly as I was fucking his butt, both of us feeling
the pleasure growing but not so quickly as a large part of us would desire.
As it was, the pleasure was protracted and full, long and wonderful.
	I was still masturbating him when I knew my penis couldn't hold out
much longer in the tight warmth of his rectum.  After long months of
experience, I knew that I had reached the point of no return and was going
to have an orgasm no matter what I did to slow it down.  Realizing that, I
quickly started fucking him faster.  Slow sex was great for building and
maintaining pleasure.  There comes a time, however, when orgasm must
happen.  It can be the patient, subtle pleasure that we had been stoking,
nice and wonderful and filled with quiet love, or it can be the
mind-blowing orgasm that every boy cherishes.  When the time came, I wanted
to explode.
	I let go of his excited erection and stood back up on my knees.
Moaning with excited pleasure, I grabbed his skinny hips and started
shoving my erection in and out his tight butt with frantic gusto.  I
watched it all the while, saw the tightly stretched skin of his ass, the
rock-hard delight of my erection pressed inside it, saw my skinny shaft
sliding in and out of the little boy like a jackhammer.  All around this
beautiful, slippery mass of passion was the smooth, soft, hairless skin of
our young bodies.
	Orgasm seized me almost cruelly.  My little bones and muscles felt
pulled in several directions at once, so frantically that it finally ended
in a passionate, almost violent, shudder of pleasure all through my body.
Though my hips jerked as always, it was only slightly, so confused were my
muscles by all the commands my brain was sending them.  Inside Kelly's ten
year old butt, my erection started swelling rhythmically in a dramatic but
useless effort to ejaculate.  Pleasure ran through my nerves like helpless,
pathetic bursts of electricity, so frantic and so intense that I couldn't
even fuck him effectively.
	"Kovz," I finally gasped as my body started relaxing from the peak
of its passion.  My little penis flexed a couple more times but my
prepubescent body had expended all its energy.  Weakly, I crawled back down
on the boy's skinny back and hugged his warm body again, my chest now
swelling up and down for air.
	Kelly giggled a little but I could tell he was happy with the
pleasure he had given me.  He let me recuperate for a moment, my stiff
erection still up his butt.  He knew as well as I did that it was his turn
next.  As my skinny chest swelled in and out for air, my hands again
worshipped the hard, slender curves of his ten year old body.  His skin
wasn't as soft as silk, it was softer, smooth and wonderful.  Against my
palms and fingers I could feel the gentle ripples of his ribs and boy
muscles, the tender beating of his young heart in his chest, the tiny,
erect dots of his little nipples.  Lower down, my fingertips relished the
baby soft skin along his firm abdomen, making him giggle a little as I
tickled his small belly button.
	Still holding to his skinny body, I managed to pull my hips back
and my stiff penis slid slowly out of him until the little purple head
slipped free of the tight confines of his hairless butthole.  Kelly must
have been getting a little tired of his position because he slid his arms
up and slowly lay forward on the couch.  His thin, hairless legs slipped up
between mine and he sighed as my body lay down on top of his, my little
cock starting to soften along the warm crack of his bottom.  My small chest
was now laying directly against his shoulder blades, my chin resting on his
little shoulder as my cheek rubbed against his yellow hair. I could feel
his ear against my lips and reached up with my fingers to brush his bangs
away so I could kiss the little thing.  Like all boys, it was a small,
delicate ear, tender and beautiful.  I didn't lick it like some boys do
(that gives little boys the willies), instead, I kissed it tenderly,
letting the warm breath from my nose blow gently against it.  Kelly loved
this.
	"What do you want me to do?" my soprano voice softly asked into the
gentle curves of his ear.  I didn't really need to ask this.  Although
Kelly liked to be masturbated sometimes, he loved few things more than
being sucked off.  I knew that's what he wanted.
	"You know," his high-pitched voice replied just as softly.
	I smiled at this.  Not only did Kelly like being sucked, but I was
a natural at it.  I was probably a thumb-sucker as a baby.  The feel of an
erection, particularly one like Kelly's, pulsing on my tongue felt more
natural than anything in the world.  I couldn't think of anything I'd
rather do than suck on little boys' penises.
	We were a bit clumsy as we tried to roll over without falling off
the couch.  Still, our bodies were small and skinny and the couch was
adult-sized so it really wasn't that tough.  Soon, we were laying on our
sides facing each other, skinny arms wrapping around each other, boy lips
again pressing together as our smooth chests and belly's again connected.
My penis had grown softer but Kelly's started to get harder again, the
boy's family jewels knowing that they were going to have an orgasm for the
boy soon.  One of Kelly's smooth, skinny thighs slipped up between my legs
until I felt it pressing against the underside of my testicles.  One of my
legs instantly responded, doing the same to him.  I maneuvered our bodies
so that I could press mine more firmly up against the underside of his
cock, causing his soft skin to rub against mine from head to toe.  He
moaned happily as I kissed him.
	It didn't take long for us to work Kelly's penis into a frantic
erection again.  In fact, the warm pressure of his small body in my arms
was so nice that I didn't want to end it.  After a few minutes, I could
feel the pleasure between Kelly's young legs growing greater and I knew the
boy was getting closer to having an orgasm.  When I tried to pull away to
suck him off, however, his little arms just clung tighter to my skinny
shoulders and pulled me closer.  He made a beseeching sound against my lips
and I knew he was telling me to keep going.  He wanted to climax just like
this.
	That was just fine with me.  My penis, though somewhat limp now,
loved the feel of his throbbing erection against it and the smooth feel of
our hairless pubic mounds rubbing together.  Add to that the wonderful
feeling of his small body in my arms, the hard contours of his skinny chest
and ribs, the sweet excitement of the air blowing from my nose to his and
back again and I was more than eager to just let this continue to its
natural conclusion.
	Knowing what he wanted, my arms wrapped closer around his back
until my hands could hold the little balls of his shoulders.  I pulled him
closer to me too, telling him by my happy hug that I knew what he wanted
now and was going to give it to him.  Though I held him tightly against me,
the boy's body was squirming in my arms as he boyishly tried to rub his
penis against mine.  Our chests were now pressed all the way together,
nipple to nipple, smooth, warm skins blending together until even I
couldn't tell where one boy ended and the other began.  In growing
excitement, his little heart was pounding in his little chest and mine was
sending back soothing, rhythmic beats directly against it.
	His skinny body was getting really tight now and was really
struggling to hump faster.  As his need for oxygen grew greater, he finally
pulled his lips from mine, lay his head on my shoulder and gasped
frantically, his soprano voice crying with pleasure directly into my ear.
	"You sweet baby," I heard myself coo to him as he struggled to work
his penis closer to climax.  My hands clung tightly to his little shoulder
blades, caressing his soft, smooth skin, longing to feel him closer and
closer to me.  We were locked tight together now, the only deliberate
movement being the firm and rhythmically insistent gyrations of his thin
hips and small buttocks as they drove his stiff little cock against me.  I
could feel his pleasure in the immature desperation of his body, could hear
it in his childish voice, could sense it by the frantic pulses of his
little penis against mine.
	When his orgasm finally filled him, his skinny body reacted much as
mine had: straining in so many directions at once that it could scarcely
move at all.  I felt him tightening in my arms, felt his little chest swell
frantically and stop breathing, felt muscles all along the front of his
chest and abdomen grow rock hard.  For a wonderful, beautiful moment, the
naked little boy lay there clenched tightly in my loving arms as passion
and pleasure built and built and built inside him.  It was a silent moment,
the rock hard ripples of his little boy muscles belied by the warm, baby
soft pressure of his skin against me.  His hips still moved back and forth
but they seemed to move without volition; one long, short, slide against my
pubic mound every two seconds or so as the orgasm in the ten year old's
body doubled and tripled toward his ultimate ecstasy.
	In a sudden spasm of his young body, the peaceful beauty ended to
be replaced by the savage magnificence of prepubescent orgasm.  I was
holding so tightly to him and he was holding so tightly to me that I could
feel the jolts of orgasm shoot all through him with rhythmic excitement,
his high pitched voice finally crying out from all the wonder between his
legs.  His hips jerked frantically forward, driving his hairless little
erection against my smooth skin and cock, and each jerk made his entire
body seem to flex in massive waves of pleasure.  They were waves being
duplicated along the short length of his little penis, bursting from his
little testicles, and filling all of him with the awe and wonder of life.
	The little boy jerked several times and I just held closely to him
and worshipped the frantic spasms of his small naked body against me.  I
couldn't remember ever being so close to another boy's orgasm before, to
feel it inside him so completely.  I worshipped it and I worshipped the
little boy for sharing it with me.
	When the full climax of his boyish pleasure had past, there was
another moment of rare and wonderful beauty as his body lay stiff and tight
still, his hips still jerking forward with more and more time in between
each jerk.  Against my ear, his sweet voice cried softly from the joy, then
he took in a sudden gasp of air and his body grew limp in my arms.  He lay
there crying and gasping against me, his small chest rising and falling in
quick, rapid succession against mine.  His hips lay limply against mine and
I knew that they were sparing his young penis from too much more contact.
Little boys penises can't handle too much direct contact especially after
an orgasm like Kelly had just had and the little thing needed a chance to
recover.  Consequently, I let his hips slip away from mine to give his
boyhood some relief.  I still held close to his upper body, however, and it
felt wonderful.
	"Was it good?" I asked, kissing his little ear.
	"Yeah," he gasped.  "It hurt a little."
	I giggled a little at this.  I knew what he meant.  He had been
poking his little boner against me so hard that that in itself would hurt a
boy his age, but there was also the normal intensity of little boys to
orgasm.  Their young bodies try so hard to ejaculate that there is
inevitably a dull ache in their testicles when a really good orgasm is
finished.  I was too young for sperm, too, so I knew what he was talking
about.  Still, I knew it only hurt when it was really good.
	"I love you, Kelly," I said again, kissing his baby soft cheek as
he lay gasping.
	"I love you, too, Kelvin," he replied, a smile coming to his
panting lips.