The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Twenty:  Long Good-Byes

	The Festival of Boys ended on the fifth day, though most of the
formal events, and certainly the ones boys were most interested in, had
ended the day before.
	With the little boys locked up in their safe community in White,
virtually every other boy spent the entire day stark naked.  This was
almost overwhelming for any boy who was as infatuated with boys as I was.
I literally got a cramp in my neck as my small blond head tried to look in
every direction at once, watching beautiful, bare chested boys everywhere,
saw small boyhoods and gifted young manhoods naked and dangling in every
direction.
	The only remaining event was the "Most Orgasms" event and it went
on all day.  Kelly and I stopped by at various times to see how it was
progressing, to see who was leading.  Tony Marsh was a leading contender
and had gotten a lot of backers, but I was delighted to see the name of
Stevey Manchester leading the pack by mid-afternoon.  It was a little
surprising and I insisted Kelly and I go by to watch my former lover doing
his thing.  I was surprised because the idea of Stevey, as shy and
embarrassed by sex as he was, laying out there where boys could witness his
penis and virility, masturbating himself over and over again... well, it
was just a little hard to believe.  Nonetheless, there he was, looking
small and skinny and horribly embarrassed.  When we were there, his huge
penis was limp and a half dozen young boys from Baby Blue were attentively
caressing his body and helping him get hard again.  His attendees were all
frightfully young looking and frightfully embarrassed, but they all seemed
determined to help their brother win the title.  One kid, no more than
twelve, was even sucking on Stevey's limp penis, helping to get it hard
again.  He was allowed to do this until the boy had an erection; after
that, no one could touch Stevey's penis but him.
	He didn't see me as Kelly and I stood naked watching him.  His
skinny body was reasonably clean though I could see the white streaks of
dried sperm down his sides.  His hair also bore testimony to his long day's
work, with the bangs and hair around his ears both looking brittle with
dried sperm.  It was two o'clock.  There were five hours to go and Stevey
led Tony by the narrow margin of ten orgasms to nine.  The next closest boy
only had seven.  I wanted to stay and encourage my former mate on, but
Kelly was bored and wanted to go to the tubs so we left.
	Since most of the scheduled events were ending, the tubs were like
a massive orgy and I was more than a little surprised by how many children
there were.  Like the older boys, the puppies wore nothing but their sweet
smiles and their smooth, hairless little bodies were naked and beautiful in
the bright sunshine.  It almost looked like White House had been invited,
there were so many bald penises there and I was pretty sure that every
puppy from the Great Houses had come to this place.  The presence of so
many children plainly thrilled Kelly and his giggling delight was
infectious.  Soon, we were walking among them.
	There were several dozen pools of various sizes that made up the
tubs, all of them connected by smooth marble stairs that led all the way up
to the main fountain on the very top of the island.  There were so many
pools and the stairs ran in so many directions that it was almost like
being in the maze of the gardens.  This feeling was aided by the fact that
the tubs were decorated with hundreds of statues of naked boys, though
these were stone statue and didn't have the same look of the lifelike ones
elsewhere.  The good part about this was that it made the naked bodies of
the real boys stand out all that much more magnificently.
	There were more than a thousand of them there, standing walking,
bathing.  On the upper terraces we could see grinning young kids sitting on
ledges overlooking us and on the lower ones we could see slender, naked
boys reclining on towels, their naked penises and bodies laying exposed to
the sun.  Most of the boys were just talking with each other and enjoying
the sunshine, but there were still a lot of couples clenched in sixty
nine's or humping doggy style.  Even the kids who weren't having sex rarely
let their penises go and several were masturbating themselves.  This was
particularly true for the puppies who always seemed to be as much enchanted
by their hairless little penises as the pubescents were with their furry
boyhoods.  Few things were prettier than little boys gently fondling
themselves, smiling bashfully but plainly enjoying their own tender
caresses.  Kelly and I were certainly not immune from this fascination and
we were fondling our own penises as we walked through the crowd of naked
boys.
	The pools were fed by a hot spring at the top of the hill.  As the
pool overflowed, it filled the next lower level and so on down to the very
bottom where the water fed the bubbling brooks that ran through the
gardens.  This meant that the pools got warmer the higher up you went.  The
top was so hot, in fact, that few boys could tolerate it for long and the
bottom ones were really quite cool.
	In the past few days, I had had so many orgasms that my little
penis lay on my hairless scrotum looking thoroughly exhausted.  Kelly's was
just as spent and looked pretty and young as his fingers petted around it.
	"Hey, there's Travis," my little friend smiled, waving to our older
friend with one hand even as the other kept jostling his little boyhood.
	Travis was standing in a group of other naked boys about his age.
They were all being very cool and all he would do is give us a sidelong
smile and brief nod.  I could tell he was checking out one of his friends
pretty closely.  His seven inch penis was already half-hard between his
skinny legs and was sure to get harder as he worked his special form of
seduction on the cute twelve year old.
	We certainly encountered a lot of other boys we knew along our way
to our own favorite pool.  It was near the top where the water was as hot
as a fresh poured bath.  It was nice being in the company of so many naked
boys, a wonderful assortment of slender bodies and young penises.  To reach
our place, we had to walk up many a stair and take many twists and turns
through the fantastic demesne of the fountain, and there were naked boys
everywhere.  As I said before, many of these were in the active stage of
making love to each other and Kelly and I both giggled as we saw their
tanned young bodies squirming together, saw stiff erections pounding up
inside tight little bottoms, saw one happy boy after another.  As exhausted
as my own little cock was, the sight of so much boy love was making me feel
horny and I started to feel the now familiar pressure of an erection
between my legs.  I smiled, still gazing around at all our brothers as my
penis stood proudly up at attention, my fingers still petting the hairless
skin around the base.
	Kelly didn't notice my erection for awhile.  When he did, he just
giggled, his own boyhood still limp and immature.
	I imagined that the fabled Gardens of Babylon were like this
fountain, so many intricate arrangements of flowers, plants, pools,
aqueducts and statues it dizzied the mind.  After a year of exploring on
just these slopes, however, Kelly and I knew our way and soon arrived at
our favorite pool.
	It was relatively private.  Many of the pools that made up the long
slopes of the fountain were in full view from every direction.  This one
had enough small trees, shrubs and flowers around it that you had to be in
certain positions to see into it.  Not that that meant anything.  So many
boys were crowded onto the fountain that day that there was only a scant
sense of privacy at all.  We didn't mind.  We were only there to relax and
certainly weren't ashamed to show our love for each other to other boys
even if we did decide to have sex.  Anyway, like any water park, the
fountain was alive with boy voices, some giggling at play, some calling out
to each other, some in the depths of intense orgasms.  It was neat.
	Our pool was sufficiently secluded that we could usually expect to
have it all to ourselves.  So crowded was it that day that there were six
boys already there when we arrived.  We didn't walk in on anything, though.
All six boys had taken seats around the edge and were apparently just
talking when we entered their private party.  We knew all of them (though I
hadn't known any of them "intimately" before) and they greeted us with big
smiles and welcomes as we entered.  Happy to see them, we went to an open
place and took seats beside each other facing inward toward the others.
	Like I said, I knew them all and they were clearly in couples.  All
three pairs, in fact, were known to have been mating together in the spring
and I started to wonder if I was the only one who hadn't developed a
long-term relationship with my mate Stevey.  I should have just stayed with
Kelly while it was happening but I didn't even know to expect it; I was
desperately infatuated with Stevey and my hormones had latched onto him
before I knew what hit me.
	The first pair to our left were the eldest couple.  Tate and Skyler
were both sixteen and their lanky, slender bodies showed it.  Even through
the water I could make out the dark coloring of their mature bushes of
pubic hair around penises large enough to make me envious.  Next to them
and across the pool from us were Glenn Sampson and Tony Townsend.  Glenn
was seventeen, Tony fifteen, both old enough to show their maturity through
the water as easily as the other two boys.  I had always thought Tony was
beautiful and would love to have made love to him, but he wasn't one of
those guys who likes hairless little boys.  Glenn seemed kind of average to
me, but he certainly had the younger Tony's affections: the pretty youth
was all hugs and kisses against the seventeen year old.
	It was the third pair that really attracted my attention, however,
if only because they were younger and thus closer to the ages I was
normally attracted to.  That's a bit of an awkward thing to say, however,
because there was a pretty significant difference in their ages.
	The first boy was Aaron, who, even as a human boy of fourteen, was
pretty well developed.  His body and face looked like a typical fourteen
year old: lean, but thin and not terribly muscular, a bit gangly, face
still a bit twisted from puberty.  His penis, though, was really
magnificent.  It was not only long but also thick, hanging out a full five
inches even when limp.  Surrounding it was a nice bush of curly, brown
pubic hair, still soft to the touch.  Like most of the human boys, his
penis was uncircumcised and looked like more than a handful to my young
eyes.  He had curly brown hair on his head as well and hazel eyes, with a
happy adolescent smile that always seemed on the verge of breaking into
laughter, something he did a lot.
	He was holding to Andy, his younger lover, a boy more cute than
pretty, and an absolute angel for his humor and happy sexuality.  Andy,
however, was only twelve and, like me, had not progressed far enough into
puberty to have pubic hair yet.  He had straight blond hair, cut in a
pageboy style much like my kitten Ian's.  He had beautiful blue eyes and
was constantly smiling and giggling, easy enough to do with the warm love
of Aaron to comfort him.  His penis, however, was still more boy's than
man's, still less than four inches long without the slightest bit of fuzz
surrounding its uncircumcised length.  In the pool of older boys, he looked
particularly adorable, obviously adored by all of them and cuddled lovingly
by Aaron.  What twelve year old boy doesn't desire that?
	As Kelly and I settled into the pool, I couldn't help but imagine
the long nights of sex between Aaron and his prepubescent lover.  Had that
big penis penetrated that cute boy's bottom over and over again?  Had he
clutched to Andy's small, hairless body while he grunted and ejaculated in
pleasure?  Had he cuddled the little boy's penis, sucked on it, caressed it
tenderly?  Had he squirted his sperm on that young chest and belly?  No
doubt he had done all of this and more.  Over the length of the mating
season, even though he was a human boy, his love for little Andy would have
been quite compelling.  I was jealous, more so of Andy than Aaron.  How I
longed for the love an older boy, a strong boy to protect me and hold me.
My little penis throbbed at the thought of their young love.
	"So are you guys wore out?" Tate giggled as we sighed at the warmth
of the water.
	"I don't ever want to have another orgasm," Kelly giggled, drawing
the other's instant laughter.  It was a stock phrase for when you'd been
over-sexed: pledging never to do it again when you and everyone else knew
that you'd do it in a heartbeat once your penis was recharged.
	"Kelvin looks like he's still ready," Glenn laughed at my hairless
erection poking out in the hot water.  Everyone laughed at this obvious
sign of my interest too, but I just shrugged my skinny shoulders and gave a
cool smile.
	"I'm always ready," I said.  "I'm a man."  Hearing this from my
childish face and with my soprano voice sent all seven of the others into
howls of laughter.  I just played it cool: nodding at each of them in turn
as if I'd really meant it while their laughter subsided.
	"Who won the jerk off contest?" Skyler asked, turning from his
lover long enough to look at us.
	"Stevey had ten and Tony had nine when we left," Kelly giggled, not
needing to give last names for the increasingly famous contestants.
	"Kovz!" Tate marveled.  "How many times can that kid do it?"
	"Kovz Boys can do it a lot," Kelly answered sincerely.  "I'll bet
he breaks fifteen."
	"Damn!" Glenn said.  "I wish you could do that," he teased Tony.
	"I could if I had a cute enough boy friend," Tony smiled back.
	This sent all the boys into howls of laughter again and Glenn could
only smile and kiss the younger boy on the lips.
	"Of course," Kelly added, sounding rather clinical for his ten
years of age, "Satyr boys have been known to do it as many as thirty times
in a day."
	"No way."  "No shit."  "You're kidding."  The boys exclaimed in
unison.
	Kelly shook his head.  "They're all gone now but they were really
cool."
	"What happened to them?" Tony asked for all of them.
	"The war," Kelly's little shoulders shrugged against my arm.  "The
Old One's killed every one of them."
	"I heard Lance Reynolds is a Satyr," Glenn said.
	"Yeah, and they say Tony Marsh is, too," Skyler added.
	Kelly shrugged again.  "They're half-breeds," he said simply.
"Half-Satyr, half-Kovz Boy.  It isn't the same thing."
	"You mean a Satyr and a Kovz Boy made a baby together?" Tate asked.
	Kelly nodded, making his whole body wiggle against me.
	"How?" Tate continued.  "I thought all the Satyrs and Kovz Boys
were...  well, boys.  How can two boys have a baby?"
	"They can't now," Kelly said, again with an innocent shrug.  "But
in the old days, they could get a womb and make one."
	This sounded familiar to me and I started thinking back to my love
affair with Jason Tarpoli and his continuous references to making a baby
together.  Was this what he had meant?  Of course.  It must have been.  And
"the Instrument of Change" Terry had told in his story the night before we
left for Zanvera Island.  That "instrument" had brought forth babies as
well.  Obviously the womb and the Instrument of Change were the same thing.
	"What's a womb?" little Andy put in, with an immediate look of
surprise at him from Aaron.
	"It's a thing you squirt sperm into.  After a while, a baby comes
out."
	"Wow."
	"If two boys do it, the baby comes out looking like both of them."
	"What if it's a girl baby?" Aaron asked, his young arm wrapped
around the younger boy, his face intently staring at my little friend.
	Kelly shook his head.  "The womb doesn't make girl babies.  At
least not for Satyrs or Kovz Boys."
	"What about us humans?" Tate asked.  All six boys were hanging on
every word from the ten year old.  If Kelly noticed, it didn't seem to
bother him.
	"I don't know," he admitted easily.  "I don't remember two humans
ever using it before."
	"Where can we get a womb, Kelly?" Tony asked with a hug for his
lover.
	"There aren't any more," the young prince replied, looking sad with
the rest of them.  "God didn't want us to use them but we did anyway."
	"So he took them all away?" Tate asked.
	Kelly shrugged.  "Most of them," he said.  "The Old Ones destroyed
the rest."
	"That doesn't seem fair," Tate said.
	"How can we make babies if we don't have one?" Tony asked.
	"I don't think we can," Kelly replied easily, too young to
understand the love that can be expressed only through the union of genes
into a common descendent.
	"What if a boy doesn't have sperm so only one boy squirts into it?"
Andy asked, a blush creeping into his cheeks, all of us knowing that he was
referring to his union with Aaron.
	"Then the baby looks just like the boy who had sperm," Kelly
replied, starting to blush brightly himself.  "It's forbidden now, but it
happened once."  I knew he was talking about my union with the Instrument
of Change, the one that led to the creation of Potus long, long ago... to
the creation of Potus and to the birth of a baby son long lost to both of
us but genetically identical to each.  "It doesn't matter any more," he
said without looking at me.  "There aren't any more wombs."
	The boys were uniformly angry about this.  Having learned that
there once was a way for them to make babies together, it was as if they'd
suddenly had the ability removed from them even though they'd grown up
never expecting to be able to have one without a woman.
	The sudden hope so quickly followed by an equally sudden
disappointment seemed to take the festive mood out of our little enclave of
boys.  As the din of childish voices giggling around us continued, the boys
nearest us seemed sad and depressed.  Soon, however, they began to recover
through their love for each other.  Tate and Skyler, Glenn and Tony, and
Aaron and Andy were coming together closer as couples.  Gradually, they let
the loss of their new-found hope fade and reminded themselves of the joys
that they'd already won.
	Not surprisingly with a boy like me, the most enchanting of the
three young couples were Aaron and Andy.  A brief glance at Kelly told me
that he was as fascinated by the two boys as I was.  One of Aaron's hands
had moved up to the younger boy's chest and was gently caressing it as the
other held to his thin shoulders.  His cute face was pressed up against the
little boy, kissing his cheek and nibbling gently at his ear lobe.  These
things were pretty much the same as the two older couples were doing.  Two
things marked out the youngest pair of lovers, however: Aaron's cock and
the magnificent sight of Andy's entire body.
	Aaron was fully erect as were the other boys.  What made him so
astonishing was that his penis was so big and was so overtly displayed
through the water.  As he passionately kissed the young boy, his erection
stuck out a straight, thick seven inches, the thick foreskin retracted and
revealing a throbbing penis head of purple glory.  The way he kissed and
held the boy and the blatant desire in his big erection was intensely
erotic, enough to make any boy wish he were the recipient of so much love.
	At the same time, Andy was thoroughly accepting of the older boy's
passion with incredible beauty.  Leaning back against the side of the pool,
the boy lay spread open and exposed to the affectionate love of the older
youth.  His eyes were closed and his mouth hung partway open in a smile of
pure delight.  Thus invited, Aaron's big hand moved lovingly down the boy's
flat chest and stroked across his firm belly.  By this time, Andy's
hairless penis was fully erect.  It was a nice cock, about five inches long
and of a healthy thickness.  His foreskin was thick as well and ran the
full length of cock still covering his penis head though the entire penis
was so hard that it throbbed quite visibly in the water.  The foreskin left
his penis looking very beautiful, smooth and adorable.
	Both kids moaned happily as Aaron's hand finally slipped between
the younger boy's legs, his long fingers caressing the young erection
affectionately.  The way their young bodies moved and the way Aaron's
fingers danced so expertly on the kid's penis, you could tell that they
knew each other very intimately.  Andy just looked in to be in pure Heaven,
but then what boy didn't when his penis was getting petted.  Just watching
them made my own hand reach for my little boner, stroking gently on it to
get some sense of how nice Andy felt.  I glanced over at Kelly.  The pretty
prince was blushing and smiling, watching the same thing I was, his own
fingers rubbing his stiff boyhood.
	Not surprisingly, the older couples were proceeding to make love to
each other as well.  Being in the water pretty much limited this to
masturbating or rubbing bodies and both couples had settled on the latter.
They were much more skilled at this than we younger boys were with young
hands holding to slender, muscular bodies as their hips ground their mature
erections together.  It was fascinating to see their bodies in motion,
graceful, rhythmic undulations, making their young muscles flex
seductively.  As they worked their penises to orgasm, their handsome young
face filled with joy, kissing their lips and cheeks and ears.  Kovz, could
older boys ever make love.  It was so much more impressive looking than the
clumsy methods of the younger kids.  Still, I did like baby soft young
bodies better and was soon turning to watch Aaron and Andy again.
	Aaron had worked the boy's foreskin back now and Andy's swollen
young glans were shining in the water.  The purple color of it looked
adorable against the pale pink flesh between the boy's legs.  I half-wished
the boys would get up on the poolside so I could see better but the water
was really clear and the way it lapped around their smooth skin was pretty
cute in its own way.  Aaron was holding the boy's cock very adorably,
sliding his foreskin slowly up and down on it as he continued to kiss
Andy's smooth cheeks.  Andy just lay there grinning, eyes still closed,
enjoying the rhythmic strokes on his thick hairless erection.
	Aaron's erection was no less inspiring, looking so long and thick
in his own foreskin.  It was throbbing powerfully from his excitement for
the younger boy, looking quite capable of hammering nails it was so hard.
I longed to swim over the few feet to him and hold his penis in my hand.  I
could tell it would have felt really nice to masturbate him.  As it was, I
just kept rubbing my skinny, three inch boyhood and watched.
	"Rub on mine, honey," his deep voice moaned lovingly into the blond
haired boy's ear.  Andy's big blue eyes opened and he looked down.  He had
to turn his naked body a little but soon reached out and gripped his
lover's big cock.  "Oh, yeah," Aaron moaned appreciatively, returning to
kissing the boy's cute face.
	I climaxed first, my skinny body shaking as orgasm welled between
my legs and raced through my immature penis.  I kept fairly quiet for a
young boy and the only one who noticed I'd jerked myself off was Kelly.  He
was still masturbating his tiny erection, too, and we exchanged happy boy
smiles.  Since my penis didn't get soft, I kept rubbing on it.  It didn't
feel quite as nice as it had before my orgasm, but it was still nice to be
touching it.
	"Oh!" Andy let out a high-pitched cry.  His hairless young body was
growing tight from pleasure and you could see the orgasm filling his happy
face as he whimpered excitedly.  Aaron moaned his approval of the boy's
pleasure, his hand still stroking up and down on Andy's penis as the young
thing grew harder and more excited.  Soon, Andy's naked body was shuddering
all over and his slender hips were jerking up and down.  His cute young
face was absolutely aglow from pleasure and I watched his little muscles
flexing all over.  It was a beautiful orgasm, all the more beautiful to see
his hand still stroking on Aaron's big, hairy penis.
	There were increasing sounds of love from the older couples and I
knew that they were either having orgasms or were soon about to.  I could
see Aaron's body tightening now, however, and his young face was turned
down now, watching his cock in the water, Andy's hand stroking his foreskin
up and down on the full seven inches of his love pole.  Andy was still
gasping from his own orgasm as he grinned at his lover's pleasure growing
greater.
	"Fuck!" Aaron grunted, catching his breath, slender muscular body
rippling magnificently with joy.  His orgasm climaxed very strongly, his
entire body jerking frantically against Andy.  All of us were watching his
big penis head and I for one was astonished to suddenly see a long ribbon
of white sperm erupt from his young slit.  The first squirt shot out a full
foot in the water, leaving one long stream for a second before it started
drifting away with the currents.  No sooner had that ribbon ejaculate out
its length then a second stream squirt out, identical to the first.  He did
this several times, his adolescent young body contorting beautifully as his
penis emptied itself of his healthy young seed.
	Andy giggled from the youth's excitement, his young hand pulling on
the long cock, squeezing more of the creamy fluid into the clear water.
Though the water carried Aaron's sperm away from the boys, it stayed hung
together in the cute ribbons.  Though beautiful, it seemed kind of sad too,
knowing that the boy could have fathered babies with it.  It didn't seem to
bother either of them, however, and Andy's young arms reached up to enfold
Aaron's maturing body, The gasping youth, lay forward between the younger
boy's legs, their satisfied young organs pressing together between sleek,
firm bodies, Aaron's mature pubic hair melding in with the smooth hairless
skin between Andy's slender thighs.
	They hugged each other happily in the warm pleasure following their
shared orgasms, their smooth cheeks rubbing together, both boys panting and
moaning their affections for each other.
	All of the boys were finished with each other now and were hugging
and kissing like Aaron and Andy.  Kelly was the only one who hadn't had an
orgasm, but he was still a very immature boy, not having the hormones that
plagued the rest of us.  As we all sat recovering, he just smiled
childishly, enjoying the warm bath and his hairless little wiener.
	Kelly and I soon left the three couples still fondling each other
in the pool.  For a time, we joined with about a dozen other little boys
playing tag on the fountain.  It was fun, a lot of hairless little boy
penises bouncing between skinny boy legs.  This was played out, of course,
in full view of all the other boys, hundreds of them, young and naked,
giggling and grabbing for our little bodies, giving us hugs and kisses and
tickles as we struggled to get away before being tagged "it".
	"Kelvin!" I suddenly heard a young voice calling.  This in itself
was hardly unusual: boys were calling my name all the time.  This one was
familiar, however, and I turned toward it.  For a moment, I didn't
recognize him, just thought that he looked very familiar.  He was a slender
young boy of about fourteen, five feet eight inches tall, with beautiful,
smooth, pale brown skin.  His hair was almost jet black and was very long,
laying down as low as his shoulders.  His face was nothing short of
beautiful: big, deep brown eyes beneath slender black eyebrows, a nose
grown slightly from puberty, full red lips and straight, perfect white
teeth.
	He was naked like all of us and had a magnificent penis dangling
between smooth, hairless thighs.  Limp, it was about five inches long with
a maturing thickness to it.  From where I stood, I could see an adorable
patch of downy, black pubic hairs just around the base, sparse young things
about an inch long and curly.
	He was a little older than I remembered him being, but not as old
as he should have been.  It had been two years since I'd last seen him in
Tarsec Village, a weeping boy in the firelight of the Old Ones.  "Eric!" I
finally cried out.  He was two levels down on the fountain from me and he
started toward me at the same time I started toward him.  We met in the
middle, my naked body instantly plowing into his, his long skinny arms
wrapping around me, pulling me close to his baby soft skin, pressing his
big penis against my belly.
	Eric Thorne and I had met shortly after my awakening on the streets
of Tarsec.  His father had bought me as a sex slave for him and he had
taken my renewed virginity on the rocky shore of a swimming hole.  He was a
couple of inches taller now, all in his young legs, and his pubic hair had
matured from the young fuzz I had known then.  Other than that, he looked
identical and his skin was even softer and smoother than I'd remembered.
	We had a lot of catching up to do.  The boy had a swimming suit and
tank top on the side of a pool.  He reclaimed these before we left the
fountain, both of us chatting incessantly, catching up on all that had
happened to us in the past two years.  It had been a busy two years.  I
thought that my stories would be most interesting, but Eric's turned out to
be far more so.
	After Guardian Eric had spirited me at Erin Rogers away, Eric's
father had complied with the orders of the Old Ones.  By their laws, the
boy was married on his fourteenth birthday and promptly did his duty: in
short order, the boy had sired a pair of twin boys.  I don't know if their
old myth about Kovz Boys was true or not, the one that said that a human
boy who had sex with a Kovz Boy would only sire male children from then on.
It had turned out that way in Eric's case, though.
	Needless to say, the boy hadn't been happy about his lot in life
even with the baby.  Though his wife was obedient enough, she was in her
mid-twenties and they had nothing in common.  Besides, he had always liked
boys and since he was now prohibited from having sex with them, he was
pretty miserable.  Finally, he and his brother Gary decided to escape.
Unwilling to leave their three infant boys (Gary had finally managed to
mate with his wife), they departed in the middle of the night.  Their
flight toward Kovzland had been even more harrowing than ours had been.
Through some kind of miracle, they stumbled on the Keep at Labar.  After
hiding out there for two weeks, they joined two hundred other boys in
making the final six week journey toward our kingdom.  They'd arrived only
two weeks before.
	I chastised him viciously for not contacting me earlier.  It had
been so long, however, that he'd been hesitant, afraid that I'd changed and
might not want to see him again.  That was ridiculous, of course, and I
told him so.
	Gary had joined Yellow House upon their arrival and Eric had joined
Gray.  They made interesting additions to both houses, bringing the first
babies to the kingdom.  Needless to say, the infants had been very welcomed
and certainly didn't lack for baby-sitters.  When they were older, they
would be sent to live in White.  For now, they had wonderful homes with
their fathers.
	I was eager to meet the fruit of Eric's body so we headed toward
Gray as he told me the whole story.  He was just as eager to hear mine and
we just talked and talked.  When we arrived at his house, I thought I
should put some clothes on but he brushed it aside.
	I was astonished to see how tiny the babies were.  The twins were
eight months old, still too small to walk but crawling somewhat in their
diapers.  They were beautiful though, with Eric's thick black hair and soft
coloring.  One of them had wet his diaper just before our arrival and Eric
giggled as he showed me how to change it.  It was kind of fun, particularly
seeing the baby's naked penis.  He was clearly his father's son.  Even at
eight months his penis was three inches long and had a nice thickness to
it.  Eric smiled and let me fondle it, giggling at my surprise when the
baby got an erection, a little brown penis head finally poking out through
his baby foreskin.
	With Eric's help, I was able to pull the diaper in snugly around
the sweet erection and the baby gurgled happily up at me.  I left him
laying in the crib with his brother and turned to the handsome boy who had
been my first love.  We had both grown since Tarsec Village, but apparently
at about the same rate for he seemed proportionately the same to me.  He
was smiling lovingly down at my hairless little boner and I blushed a
little and joined him.
	"It's getting bigger," he said, his long, slender brown fingers
reaching out and touching it lightly.  The gentle caresses made my knees
feel weak and I gasped softly with pleasure.
	"I don't have any hair yet," I said, as if he couldn't see that in
the pale pink skin between my legs.
	"You will," he smiled, putting his other hand on my skinny shoulder
and leaning forward to kiss my lips.  "Do you have sperm yet?"
	"No," I giggled feeling him softly stroking my little boyhood.
Like any boy from Tarsec Village, he was quite good at this, a slow
seductive movement that made me feel like going to sleep and having an
orgasm at the same time.  I stood there and whimpered a little.
	"Some boys get sperm first," he said, lips brushing my soft cheek.
	"I know."  By this time, I certainly knew as much about boys as he
did.  He may have grown up having sex with a few dozen of them, but I'd
been making love to hundreds the past year and a half.  I figured I knew
just about everything there was to know about boy's bodies and penises,
particularly the wonderful changes that blossomed in them in puberty.
	We left the babies with one of the boys who shared the house.  Like
all of the boys in Kovzland, he had a great private bedroom.  It wasn't a
suite, just a large room with a bed and a sitting area.  Holding my hand,
he led me straight to the bed.  The front of his swimsuit was swollen in
anticipation of our love-making, pulsing excitedly.  My little erection was
throbbing just as eagerly, skinny and hairless, pointing straight up
against my smooth belly.
	His big hands were on my skinny body as soon as we laid down,
holding, caressing and probing all at the same time.  I was just as eager
to touch his, pulling his T-shirt up enough to expose his hairless young
belly and ribs.  Puberty was clearly dominating his body more than ever.
Though he had put on a few inches in height, he hadn't put on much weight
to counter it and his abdomen was long and skinny and flat.  I could still
see his ribs easily, but they now merged with firm, rippling abdominal
muscles.  His little belly button was adorable and my finger traced around
it feeling the wonderful softness of his young skin.
	Eric was really getting to be a great kisser and his young lips
were soon returning to my face, kissing me as one of his hands took gentle
hold of my skinny neck.  The other hand was feeling tenderly along the
little curves of my chest and ribs.  I moaned and sighed happily, wishing
he'd hurry and get to my stiff cock, but willing to wait and enjoy his
foreplay.  I was just as eager to grab the big penis I knew was in his gym
shorts, but that could wait too: his skin was so soft I didn't ever want to
let it go.
	I ran my hand up under his T-shirt to rub across his chest.  It was
still very boylike, swelling a little but far from muscular.  I could feel
the erect hardness of his little nipples easily against the perfect
smoothness of the rest of his chest.  They swelled out adorably, just a
little bit but enough to feel nice against my tender fingertips.
	"Do you have sex a lot, Kely?" the boy suddenly asked, his voice
cracking with maturing puberty.
	I didn't want the boy to think I was a slut or anything, but I
didn't want to lie to him either.  "Yeah," my high pitched soprano finally
admitted softly.  "Quite a bit."
	"Boys here do it a lot, huh?"
	I nodded.  Our hands were still caressing each other.  "They'd have
done it a lot in Tarsec Village, too," I defended, "but they weren't
allowed to."
	"I know," Eric smiled.  "But even then... this one boy next door to
me jacks off all day long."
	"He must be a Kovz Boy," I shrugged against his soft palm.
	Eric giggled.  "I think he's a human boy," he said.  "But he's
thirteen."
	This made me giggle, too.  Puberty could really inspire a boy and
discovering a pleasure like orgasm could really become obsessive for any
boy, hence the popularity of masturbating.
	"I like boys better," Eric smiled, his long, skinny arms wrapping
around my body and pulling me in close to him.  I smiled as I felt his
hard, warm body against mine.
	"Take your T-shirt off," I said, longing to feel his bare skin.
	He sighed, but was smiling.  He sat up a little and pulled the
T-shirt up his long, skinny body.  Kovz, he'd turned into a nice looking
boy.  His torso was just the way I liked them, slender and flat.  His skin
was the really pretty thing about him though, so soft and tanned looking
with his natural complexion, his rib cage rising beautifully to the small
indentation of his sternum, chest above barely swelling at all before the
dark, chocolate color of his little nipples.  Unlike some boys, his nipples
hadn't swollen with puberty and were still the tiny blemishes of boyhood.
Some boys would swell for a few months or years, confused about whether or
not they were expected to become feminine breasts.  Mine did when I was as
mature as Eric.  Thus far, I was still too little.
	As the T-shirt slid up his arms, I was enchanted to see a half
dozen straight, downy black hairs on each of his otherwise smooth armpits.
My young lover was growing up.  As beautiful as the little hairs were,
though, I hoped he wouldn't grow much older.  He was such a perfect
specimen of puberty, his body so lanky and smooth.  As the fabric cleared
his beautiful face, my hand slipped to his belly and rubbed up it as his
young muscles flexed and he lay back down beside me.
	His face was different, too, narrower and sharper.  As adorable as
his younger face had been, even I had to admit that the changes were pretty
attractive.  It wasn't as boyish and cuddly as it once had been but there
was something really enchanting about him now, a handsome beauty of young
manhood. At any rate, with his long black hair and big brown eyes, I felt
myself gasping in astonishment.
	"What's wrong?" he smiled down at me.
	"You're so pretty," I managed to smile back.
	He blushed predictably at this, his dark eyes gazing lovingly down
at my skinny little body as his young fingers traced each little curve.
"You are too," he smiled.  "I like your hair long like that."
	I smiled and reflexively jerked my head to clear the yellow bangs
from my eyes.  It didn't help much: the hair just fell back into them.  I
was staring at his skinny body in adoration, my sky blue eyes moving down
his thin belly to the swollen, throbbing mound in his shorts.  "You're
penis sure is a lot bigger," I observed.
	His hands moved to my face, held it as he kissed my lips.  I read
his message and reached for the last of his clothing.  His erection was
twisted out of position by the cloth.  As soon as I gave it enough room,
however, it straightened out and forced its way straight up against his
smooth flat stomach.  He still held my face in his hands but was kissing my
forehead as I gazed at his huge manhood.
	It was bigger.  Not just longer, but thicker, too.  It was easily
eight inches long now and about as thick as my wrist.  A monster of a
penis.  His erection was extremely powerful, so much so that his young
foreskin was pulled all the way back from his swollen glans.  His penis
head itself was impressive, a big helmet shaped knob of purple passion.  It
was shining from the strength of his puberty and the slit of his urethra
was swollen open.  A trickle of boy semen dripped from it onto his tummy.
	I pulled his shorts still lower until all of his gifted erection
was throbbing before me.  Gone was the smooth shaft of boyhood.  Even with
his foreskin, I could see powerful veins pulsing along it.  It looked like
a man's penis, big and powerful, much more mature than the smooth contours
of his fourteen year old body.  The only thing that reminded me of his
youth was the sparseness of his curly black pubic hairs.  He didn't have
downy peach fuzz anymore, but his maturing hairs still had the look of
youth.  Below, his scrotum was adorable, holding snugly to two large,
oblong testicles.  It was still smooth and hairless, but I could see the
faint lines of blood vessels along it now.  No more the thick sack of a
child.
	"Kovz, Eric, it's huge."  As mature as it looked, it was still
beautiful and was still surrounded by the boy's perfect, smooth flesh.  It
just looked too big for so thin a boy.
	He didn't say anything, just kept kissing my blond hair and
forehead.  When I had worked the shorts down to his slender thighs, the boy
moved back and pulled them the rest of the way down.  His erection just
stuck straight out as hard as a rock.  It even seemed to be getting harder
and more sexual.  This wasn't the same boy I had known in Tarsec Village.
This was a young man.  His penis was no longer a toy for us to play with
but a passionate monster of love.
	Naked, he turned back to me and pulled my smaller body in close to
him.  I felt his cock, huge and hard, pressing in against my skinny belly.
It was warm and I could feel it throbbing excitedly.  I swallowed,
astonished by the changes in the boy I loved so well.  I could smell him
now, the pheromone filled scent of puberty.  I tensed up more from surprise
than revulsion.
	"What's wrong?" he asked.
	"Nothing," I said finally, relaxing and letting my body melt in
against his.  Despite the frantic animal pulsing between our bodies, his
body did feel wonderful, small chest pounding with his heartbeat against
mine.  His arms encircled me and felt smooth and wonderful.  I wrapped my
arms around him, too, my skinny arms rubbing along the baby soft skin of
his lower back.
	He worked his lips down to mine and kissed me, warm slimy tongue
slipping down alongside mine.  I sighed softly and slipped my legs in
between his, working my hips so that his penis was rubbed between our
bellies.  This would be a nice way to have sex with him and I started
looking forward to the flood of sperm I knew the boy would ejaculate as he
climaxed.
	"Oh, Kely, I missed you," he moaned, rubbing his cheek against my
hair and kissing my little ear.  I could feel his body squirming slightly,
gently grinding his big cock against me.
	"Yeah," I sighed, smiling at the thought of his sperm.  I hadn't
felt a cock so big and so hard against me since mating with Stevey
Manchester.  I knew Eric's sperm would be warmer and slimier, all the more
wonderful because it was my true love for him that would bring it forth
rather than the hormonal demands of the mating season.
	Eric wasn't as eager to ejaculate as I was for him to, though.  I
soon felt his big hands taking hold of my skinny shoulders, pressing me
back on the bed.  Still holding me, the boy's lips slid down to my little
boy chest, kissing and licking my smooth, pink skin.  His tongue was like
magic, licking each of my little nipples in turn, making them stand out
tiny and erect.  He sucked on each of them with his slender red lips,
gently nibbled them with his teeth.  He was gasping loudly now, moaning
louder every time he experienced another new pleasure in my immature body.
His hands slid down from my shoulders, caressed my arms, my armpits,
holding to the small mounds of my chest as his tongue moved lower on my
ribs.
	I was in heaven.  This was different from our boyish play a year
earlier.  It was even different from the sex I'd been enjoying for so long
in our paradise of boy love.  Eric was devouring me sexually and
spiritually.  I could feel his passion for me in his every touch, his every
breath.  It was almost dizzying and I gave myself over to him, laying naked
and vulnerable as the pretty boy had his way with me.  I knew where his
mouth was going and almost wanted to beg him suck on me quickly, bring me
to a mind blowing orgasm between his slimy lips.
	He had tremendous talent, the talent of a boy who'd started having
boy sex when he was a small child.  That young skill was now multiplied by
the knowledge and desires of full-blown puberty.  His hands were holding to
my abdomen, his lips kissing the baby soft skin around my belly button, his
slimy tongue slipping out periodically to lick me.  It was so wonderful I
started feeling my hairless erection tightening as little muscles in my
testicles uselessly tried to load sperm into my boyhood.
	For all his skills, Eric apparently didn't sense the pleasure that
was building in my little cock.  His wonderful mouth just kept moving lower
on my hairless belly, soon sliding along the hairless mound where I would
someday sprout boy fuzz.  His smooth chin rubbed slightly against my penis
and my little body started jerking in prepubescent orgasm.  My high-pitched
voice grunted as I shook, my blond head lolling from side to side as
pleasure ravaged my skinny body.  Kovz it felt nice.
	It was obvious that I was having an orgasm, but Eric didn't seem to
care.  He just kept kissing and licking between my hairless legs.  As the
pleasure continued to sweep through me, he finally started licking my three
inch erection and he kept doing it until my frantic cries got less and my
tense muscles started to relax.  His tongue felt wonderful on my boy cock,
slimy and warm and soothing.  I lay panting from my excitement as his big
hands slid down to my thighs, the fingers on one hand finally reaching
across my skinny thigh to pet my small scrotum.
	His lips were all over my little boner, slimy tongue, caressing
lips, the gentle breeze of his excited breath blowing through his young
nose.  He moaned softly in his chest as he finally took the young thing
into his mouth.  I instantly moaned back to him as I felt the wonderful
warmth and slime of his mouth descend between my legs.  As his fingers
caressed and fondled my little testicles, his mouth proceeded to give me a
fantastic blow job.  At first, my erection had felt just hard.  Soon, the
experienced kid had coaxed it back into pulsing pleasure.
	My penis was small enough and his mouth was experienced enough that
he fit it all neatly in against his tongue, his slender red lips kissing
the hairless pink skin at the base of my young cocklet.  Between the
experienced fingers fondling my testicles and the wonderful passion of his
slimy mouth, my penis soon forgot that it had had an orgasm only seconds
before and I started looking forward to the next one with growing
excitement.
	Eric had other parts of my body in mind, however.  I soon felt his
hands slipping under my thighs and felt him lifting them up.  He let my
erection go with several wonderful licks before his slimy mouth moved down
to my scrotum and began kissing and licking it.  I moaned again, astonished
that I could feel so good.  He licked all over my hairless balls, covering
me with the slime of his saliva.  I didn't think anything could feel better
until his tongue moved still lower.  He twisted one of my legs to the side
and I soon felt his slimy tongue licking directly against my puckered
little butthole.
	"Kovz," I gasped, trying to sit up and see what he was doing to me,
but quickly realizing that all I could do was lay there and enjoy it.  I
closed my eyes and panted happily as Eric licked my butthole over and over
again.  It felt even better when he started pressing at the tight hole with
the tip of his tongue.  Boys had certainly licked my butthole before and
some of them were better at it than Eric was.  I was so happy, however,
that it felt really good.
	My butt had already gotten excited just by his earlier foreplay.
Now, however, it started responding with full desire.  I could feel it
getting slimier, could feel the muscles relaxing.  It was getting ready to
be fucked and the feeling of it was wonderful.
	I had only a moment's concern about the size of Eric's penis.  As
he licked the sensitive entrance to my body, however, I quickly lost any
worry about pain.  My body wanted him inside it, wanted his huge penis
sliding in out, wanted his cargo of young sperm to feed it.  I hadn't been
fucked by a penis so big since mating with Stevey.  My butt had fully
recovered from that experience, however, and was now as virgin as any
twelve year old human's.  It was going to hurt when Eric penetrated me, but
I wanted it badly.
	The boy really went at my little butthole.  I could feel his tongue
pressing against my tight little sphincter, probing to go deeper into my
skinny body.  For awhile I thought he was just going to keep licking it
until I had an anal orgasm, so excited did I start to become.  Worse still,
I feared he would stop and start licking something else before giving my
bottom the satisfaction it desired.  Before my fear could become too great,
however, the lanky boy was sitting up on his knees between my legs, his
huge penis sticking straight out hard and ready.
	He smiled down at me as he spread my skinny legs out across each of
his thighs.  "I know Kovz Boys like this," he smiled through his panting.
His lips were glistening with saliva from all his kissing and licking.
They were a bright red, testifying to the intense desires in his pubescent
body.
	I didn't reply to his comment, just lay there naked and vulnerable
beneath him, staring up into his adorable face, down along the long, baby
soft beauty of his skinny chest.  His hands rubbed up and down on my thighs
a few times and he wiggled closer to me.  His huge cock was sticking
straight up against his tummy and was throbbing fantastically.  He finally
reached for it and gasped a little as he pushed it downward.  It didn't
bend very easily, so hard was it, but the boy managed to move it until the
huge, swollen head was pointed to the tiny puckered entrance to my body.  I
panted excitedly as I saw the boy produce a nice bubble of saliva on his
lips, my eyes widening as he expertly let a big, thick glob of his young
juice drop down splattering directly on his penis.  I was old enough now
that my Kovz butt was producing plenty of lubricant for boy sex, but Eric
didn't know Kovz Boys well enough.  With surprising skill, his big hand
rubbed his own saliva along his big cock, making it slimy in its own right.
	To give his big erection a little relief as he prepared to enter
me, he leaned forward on his free arm and I looked down between his legs.
The young hairs of his puberty looked adorable above the hairless innocence
of my slimy erection.  I let out a reflexive whimper as I felt his huge
penis head finally press directly against my tiny anus.  Kovz, it felt big!
	With my face filled with worry I looked up at the pretty boy who
was going to penetrate me.  Kovz, he was beautiful.  When I finally felt
his penis head starting to press against my sphincter, I let out a little
cry.
	"Does it hurt?" Eric asked, his big brown eyes gazing lovingly down
at me.
	"No!" my squeaky boy voice said instantly.  "No.  Go ahead."
	The boy's skinny abdomen rippled and he did as I asked.  He
continued to gaze into my eyes, watching to make sure he didn't hurt me.  I
clenched my teeth tightly as I felt his huge penis head pressing harder
against me, felt my tiny hole fighting against the increasing pressure.  I
could feel it being stretched wider as he kept pushing it forward.  It
started to feel like the skin was tearing, the huge swollen knob of his
cock stretching it wider than it was intended to go.
	"It hurts too much, doesn't it?" he asked, cracking pubescent voice
filled with worry.
	Jaws clenched, face beat red, I shook my head quickly.  I daren't
speak or breathe.  Every little boy muscle in me was bulging as I prepared
to receive him.  The thought made me aware that I really was clenching all
of my muscles: including my sphincter.  With a nervous swallow, I let out a
gasp and tried to breathe.  Consciously, I tried to relax the muscles that
were fighting against him.
	Even when I had fully relaxed my sphincter, the boy's huge cock
couldn't slide in very easily.  Nonetheless, I felt my butthole stretching
still wider as he worked more of his swollen glans inside.  Just when I
thought my butt could bare no more, I suddenly felt the stretched rim
clenching down on the more slender shaft of his eight inch penis.  His
penis head was inside me.  It felt great.
	I panted frantically, amazed by the wonderful feel of his penis.
"It's inside," I managed to gasp.
	"I'm hurting you," he said, seeing the shocked look in my young
face.
	"No," I lied.  "Put it all the way in, Eric.  It'll fit."
	His pretty face looked doubtful, but he wanted to fuck me as much
as I wanted him to.  "Okay," he panted softly, his flat abdomen rippling
again as he started pushing it forward.  We should have lubricated it more.
That would have made it easier.  As slimy as my bottom felt and despite his
slimy saliva, his long, thick cock felt dry and it felt raw and rough
rubbing through my tiny butthole.  Nonetheless, it was moving up inside me,
wedging my rectum wider, seeking the warm comfort of my body.
	If it hurt me, the pain was easily forgotten just by looking up at
the thin, lanky, beautiful body moving up between my hairless pink thighs.
Besides, he was already in deep enough to rub against my sensitive innards,
beginning to fill me with pleasure.  Maybe Eric's cock wasn't as long as
Stevey's was, but it was thicker and each precious inch of boy skin that
rubbed against my erogenous butt felt wonderful.
	He managed to work about three inches of his cock up me before he
pulled it back a little.  The scant two inches that came back out were
coated with my butt's natural lubricants.  When he pressed them back inside
again, the juices eased my butthole enough that he worked another two
inches inside before his erection felt dry again.  Again, he pulled out a
few inches, leaving just his huge penis head inside me.  When he pressed
forward this time, almost all of his eight inches were in me.
	His adorable face was filled with pleasure and he smiled.  "Man,
that feels good, Kely," his young voice moaned beautifully.
	"Me too," I sighed, though there was still plenty of pain mixed
with the pleasure.  I let out a soprano moan as the boy pulled back again.
This time, his huge penis slid all the way up inside me, his penis head
lodging in the happy innards of my belly.  I felt full and satisfied, like
my body needed a penis inside it to be complete.  I smiled up at him as I
felt his sweet boy hairs tickling my butthole.
	"Does it hurt?" he smiled back.
	I shook my head.  Maybe it did a little bit, but it mostly just
felt good.
	Grinning down at his big penis and my hairless little butthole, the
boy worked it around a little bit, wiggling his hips and driving every
single bit of hard cock into my body.  "Man, I can't believe it fits," he
panted.  It did fit and his wiggling really made me feel good.  It filled
my insides with his presence, making me feel loved.  The way his hips
wiggled teased my pleasure zones, too, and I could already feel the pain
fade completely, replaced by the growing warmth and sensitivity of an anal
orgasm.
	Eric looked so beautiful, his blushing face filled with the
happiness of a young man who has totally taken a younger boy.  I must have
looked equally pleased, gazing down beneath my long eyelashes, seeing my
skinny chest and belly sprouting in a hairless boyish erection on my pubic
mound.  There, framed by my pale skinny thighs, Eric's firm, rippling brown
belly and abdomen looked fantastically beautiful, the young muscles flexing
as his hips wiggled his cock in my butt.
	"Fuck me," I urged him softly, my young body longing to feel the
rhythmic caresses of his big penis moving inside it.  Eric was gasping, but
looked delighted by my excited desires.
	We struggled for a moment, as young boys will, maneuvering our
skinny bodies into a better position.  Most of this was accomplished by
Eric: I could scarcely do anything, impaled as I was on his young manhood.
He pressed my knees back against my chest, allowing his lanky body to
sprawl out more comfortably on top of me.  He soon had my skinny calves in
his big hands and was pushing them higher until my bare feet were laying on
either side of my head.  For an older boy, this might have been
uncomfortable.  Boys my age are very elastic, however, and I was soon
folded over, my little bottom fully exposed beneath Eric's young hips.
	He leaned all the way over on me until his lips met mine and I
could feel him shoving every bit of his penis into my tight orifice.
Supporting himself on his long arms, the boy kept kissing me awkwardly as
his gangly body undulated, pulling his hips back, sliding his long, thick
cock from my butthole.  Just before the head popped out, he wiggled a
little and pushed it in again, the tightness of my twelve year old body
slowing his progress but unable to stop the persistent penetration of the
love muscle it adored.
	Both Eric and I moaned loudly with the first stroke of his true
lovemaking.  We still tried to kiss, but the pleasure was maddening and
intense.  We kissed pathetically, both moaning and whimpering as the long
penis between his hairless young legs pressed forward, sliding up into the
warm, tight confines of my skinny body.  I struggled, half wanting to keep
kissing him and half wanting to just lay there and enjoy the hard cock
rubbing inside me.  Eric kept trying to kiss though, so I tried to kiss
back.
	The full length of his thick, eight inch cock buried inside me, the
boy worked it around a little more, coaxing my butt into relaxing the last
of its resistance.  When his slender hips pulled back, his big erection
moved more easily and I moaned again, the hard love pole stroking the
sensitive glands inside my body.  Just before his big penis head slid out
of my little butthole, the boy's lanky body went into reverse motion and
his erection was sliding up inside me again, this time with little
resistance and no pain.  Nothing but wonderful pleasure.
	We both moaned with the pleasure and Eric shoved all of his cock
inside me before pulling it out yet again.  Neither of us had to think
about what we were doing anymore.  Eric's natural instincts for
reproduction and my own natural Kovz Boy desires to be physically loved
were enough.  Apart from the clumsy way our slimy lips kept trying to kiss,
there was nothing but the rhythmic movements of his young body as his hips
moved forward and back, stiff, hard penis sliding in and out of my butt.
	Finally, neither of us could bare to kiss any longer and my blond
head lolled to the side filled with pleasure.  Eric, growing closer to his
powerful young orgasm, lifted higher on his arms, focused all his attention
on driving his big penis into my small body over and over again.
Distantly, I wondered if he'd made love to his ex-wife like this, wondered
if she had felt the growing pleasure inside her body that I was feeling.
Kovz, how she was going to miss this fourteen year old sex god if she had.
	Absently, my fingers crept down between my legs, gently beginning
to masturbate my raw little erection.  The hairless young thing didn't need
to have an orgasm, but the tender caresses of my fingers added to the
growing orgasm inside my butt.  In such circumstances, a Kovz Boy could not
help but feel a simultaneous orgasm, both front and rear.  Being fucked by
a boy like Eric, I suspect I could have had orgasm after orgasm all night
long and was certainly willing to try.  Kovz, how I loved having boy sex.
	Though his cracking voice was grunting and moaning like he was
already beyond control, young Eric had a wonderful mastery over his orgasm.
Several minutes went by, his penis just moving in and out of me over and
over again.  All the while his skinny body contorted and flexed with every
stroke, flat belly and ribs rippling and unrippling in a hypnotic display
of pubescent beauty.  His beautiful young face was a mask of passion, one
moment gazing into the effect his penis was having on my own young face,
the next falling from side to side as he moaned and cried with hormonal
pleasures.
	He was incredible.  Never had I known a boy so young to so expertly
master the desires of his body.  Unlike most young teenagers, he didn't
need to have an orgasm.  Just having sex made him feel good and he went on
minute after minute, coaxing and teasing his hormones into sexual passion.
All the while his big, thick penis slid in and out of my tiny butthole, my
tight body not resisting him, accepting every inch over and over again.
	It was more astonishing that my butt didn't climax.  Though I was
still very young, I had learned how to control my hairless little erections
fairly well.  When a boy fucked my butt, however, I tended to climax almost
immediately.  For whatever reason, both my penis and anus were fully in
sync with young Eric.  Neither was going to climax until he did and then
neither would refuse him.
	Again I wondered if he had enjoyed sex with his wife as much as he
did with me.  In a matter of seconds, he was sure to ejaculate his hot
young semen into my immature body.  When he squirt his sweet sperm inside
her, he had produced beautiful boy babies.  Inside me, the sacred seed
would accomplish nothing but testifying to his love for me.  As a boy too
young to be a father, I suspected that reproducing felt nicer.
	There was so much time to think of these things.  As our young
voices moaned and sang of our pleasure, Eric's huge cock just kept pounding
in and out of my little butt.  I was excited enough to keep the big thing
well lubricated and there wasn't any risk of it drying out, but even I
wondered how long the young boy could continue.  He was fucking me faster
now, stiff penis moving from his swollen glans until the entire length was
buried up my butt.  I was certain that he was going to come at any second
but each second past and he just fucked harder and faster.
	It had gone on so long that even my excitable young body started to
lose interest.  Unwilling to please me without his full cooperation, my
body just lay there letting me fondle my erection and accept the swollen
penis inside its butt, but never climaxing in the full pleasure that we
both desired.  It started to get kind of weird.
	"Oh, Kely," Eric finally moaned, the joy and happiness in his face
suggesting that he was about to reach orgasm.
	Rather than fuck me more frantically still, however, the boy pulled
his huge erection all the way out of me.  I was about to object, but he was
already laying forward on the bed with me.  He was quickly laying behind me
and I felt both his big hands taking hold of my skinny chest and abdomen.
Almost immediately, I felt his big penis return to my well-worn bottom.
	I was both surprised and excited as the boy's gifted erection
easily penetrated me again.  Both his hands were holding firmly to my
skinny body so the young penis wasn't guided at all, just returned to the
hairless cleft between my buttocks, slid down and easily found the yielding
entrance to my body.  I let out a loud, high pitched moan of pleasure and
lifted my knees a little as the boy's slender hips pressed the big cock all
the way up inside me again.  I was totally in his hands now, figuratively
and literally.  Though his firm young chest pressed against my skinny
shoulder blades, I couldn't look at him.  With his strong hands holding
tightly to my chest, I could only lay there and let him have his way with
me.
	Rather than returning to the frantic intercourse he had last ended
with, however, the boy started making love in a way I had never felt
before.  Holding to my chest and ribs, his thin hips began moving his penis
slowly, rhythmically, in and out of me.  At the same time, his lips began
kissing the back of my neck, my ears, my cheeks as far as they could reach.
All the while, his enormous erection just slid in and out of my butt.
	My pubescent passion, so enflamed by his frantic fucking earlier,
began to build in a whole new way, more gradually, more powerfully.  I
cried as I took hold of my little erection and started rubbing it again,
whimpered as my butt felt flooded with a whole new level of pleasure.
	Eric sighed behind me as if sensing the pleasure building in my
skinny young body.  His palms lay flat on my naked chest and ribcage,
holding them tightly as his lips kissed and nibbled at my ear.  All the
while, his buttocks moved forward and back, gently and slowly sliding his
magnificent boy cock in and out of my body.
	I had so longed to climax with him but his new pace sent me into
dizzying heights of pleasure fairly quickly.  While he kept sighing,
moaning and fucking me slowly, my little penis and butt were suddenly
filled with a burgeoning crest of orgasm.  It was intense and total, my
whole body lost in the sudden wellspring of joy and pleasure that I felt.
As it crested over in my mind, a well spring of orgasm erupted between my
legs, both front and back.
	I can't say that I "jerked" or "bucked" the way I usually did.  My
body, in fact, remained surprisingly still despite the pleasant flexing of
so many muscles all along it's five foot length.  The pleasure of orgasm,
however, was incredible.  Where it did little to me in outward physical
display, it was all that more intense to me mentally and emotionally.  I
don't know where I went as the pleasure welled, climaxed and receded inside
me.  I know only that I would never choose to be anywhere other than that
happy place.
	As lost as I was in my own orgasm, however, several things from the
real world remained with me.  All of these things were of Eric.  I was
aware of the tight hold his big hands had on my skinny body.  I was aware
of the full expansion of his huge erection all the way up my butt.  More
than anything, I was aware of the warm, slimy sperm that was gushing from
his young penis head, filling the last recesses of my butt with his love.
	Eric himself gave little evidence of the pleasure that was clearly
filling him as much as it was me.  His body didn't tighten like most boys'
did.  He just kept fucking me, very slowly, big penis sliding in and out of
me.  He had already been grunting and crying well before his orgasm.  These
sounds took on a lightly harder edge, but not so much that anyone would
have noticed had they not felt his young sperm inside them the way I did.
	So complete was our climax that we both fell exhausted after
finally floating back to the real world.  Eric managed to hug my back in
closer to his young chest before he joined me in total relaxation.  His
penis was still all the way up my butt and we lay there for a long time, so
long that I thing I actually napped for a little while.
	When we were able, we crawled up side by side and kissed for
awhile, then continued our earlier discussions.  Renewing our friendship.
Even then, it wasn't long before our absent caresses of each other's bodies
became more pronounced, before we started touching each other's penises,
before we got erections again.  Much as I wanted him to butt fuck me again,
Eric insisted that I swallow some of his sperm.  That was okay by me, of
course, sucking penises was still my favorite activity.  By dinner time, I
had taken three full loads of the boy's healthy young seed into my throat
and down into my growing body.  I knew it wouldn't help me grow up any
quicker nor would it make me any more virile than I, on the verge of
thirteen years old, was already, but it tasted good and I cherished every
drop.
	Eventually, we took a shower together and got dressed in shorts and
T-shirts.  Eric joined me in returning to the palace for the closing
ceremonies, leaving his pretty baby boys behind in Gray.
	Although the closing ceremonies were fun, describing them would
only repeat the earlier descriptions of other state ceremonies already
described.  There was another state dinner, an awards ceremony, much
laughing and happiness.  Little Willy, King Erin's "pet" for the
festivities, was obviously well chosen and sat naked and quite happily
letting boy after boy pet his little penis.  It was the way it was supposed
to be.
	Eric, my afternoon lover, disappeared at mid-dinner.  He had spent
a good piece of the evening flirting with a fourteen year old boy from Blue
and I suspect they went off together.  It was okay, of course: he was my
friend and eternal "big brother" now.  It certainly wasn't the end of our
friendship, platonic or otherwise.
	Ironically, Princes Kelly and Tod and I ended up the last three
people in the Great Hall of Kovz after the evening festivities.  I say
"ironically", because none of us were the type to end up alone at the end
of a Kovz Boy party.  Nonetheless, my two old friends from Labar joined me
in going to my room to put an end to the First Festival of Boys that
Kovzland had seen in several years.  Our sex wasn't great.  All three of us
had been pretty well depleted by the week-long festival.  Cuddling naked
with the two beautiful boys was wonderful, however, and I didn't want it
ever to end.

	Well, that was what life in Kovzland was like at the end of our
first year on Potus Island.  We weren't likely to walk on other planets,
had no need for automobiles or power plants, studied little save the
basics, and made love at the drop of a hat.  At the same time, there were
no crimes committed, no murders, no fights save for an occasional childish
squabble in White.  No one was lonely, no one felt hungry, no one got sick,
no one died, no one fretted the possibility of growing old; some didn't
even worry about growing up.  There were no suicides, no sustained periods
of loneliness, little sadness.  We were boys and we had developed a society
that survived quite nicely by worshipping each other.
	I cannot say that we were the same as we had been in the old days
of Kovz City.  I can't really say that we were better.  I certainly can't
say that we were worse.  We were smaller in Kovz City; everybody knew (and
had known) everybody and there was a much closer and continuing sense of
togetherness.  More than a city now, we had grown into a legitimate
kingdom.  That had some communal disadvantages, but it offered so much more
in the way of variety and uncertainty, so much more in the sense of
adventure.
	In a rare moment of maturity, I thought about this on that New
Year's Eve, 1 NK.  After a long week of partying and sex, with Kelly and
Tod asleep on the bed beside me.  They seemed very young to me, infinitely
young, for I felt very old despite my immature body.
	This was what I and the other Guardians had created two thousand
years earlier.  This was what we had sought.  We had, of course, envisioned
a world, not a kingdom, and not a city.  The old prophesies, in fact, had
assured us a total world of boy love.  The Old Ones destroyed all that.
Nonetheless, in our immediate surroundings, this was the utopian society we
had debated about for so long.  This was what we had wanted.  With some
forced compromises along the way, we had managed to achieve it if only
here.
	There was an end to the prophecies, of course, the prophesy that
said that, whatever we did or tried, the time would come when Kovzland
would "cease to be a special place for boy love".  Though there was a part
of me that knew that the day would come, I ignored it.  It was far in the
future.  For now, expanding Kovzland and boy love was our purpose and we
were succeeding.  Plenty of time in the future to worry about what would
happen when we reached the day when we would cease to exist as we had.
	Oh, there will forever be those who say Kovzland was far from
perfect.  For some, the continuing threat of the Old Ones still ruled.  For
others, there might not be enough drive, enough individual initiative,
enough competition, enough "holier than thou" goals to strive for.  Like
some Orwellian utopia, ours existed only at the apparent expense of some
all-consuming drives that normal human people might have had centuries ago.
But such things really didn't matter for us, particularly on the idyllic
island Potus had deeded to our boy family.  When your next meal is assured,
when there's a roof over your head and when there are a host of people like
you near at home to support you, the more harsh pursuits we might have
followed seemed more a natural sacrifice, not an enforced edict.  Within
the confines of our boyish kingdom, we had no cause to compete with each
other.  I suppose that made all the difference.
	I rolled over and felt my foot, almost a foot long though I was
still only five feet tall, touching Kelly's.  The naked little boy fidgeted
briefly, then lapsed back into slumber.  I gazed at his smooth peaceful
face, long black lashes curled neatly against his little cheek, small,
contented smile above a small, beardless chin.  What a cherub he was, as
was Tod, as were all the boys in our small kingdom.  I thought that I would
follow him into sleep but my mind, which had mostly been so foggy with
childish concerns for so long that I rarely stopped to think about what
happened, wanted only to think.
	Guardian Eric was still out there somewhere and I remembered how I
had felt so long ago when I awoke without memories in a now all but
forgotten alley in Tarsec, a thousand miles away.  He might be in as bad
condition or worse, perhaps in an orphanage, perhaps a slave, perhaps
brutalized.  It wasn't possible or appropriate to find any real happiness
while he was in such straits.
	Like Eric, I knew that there were still thousands, perhaps
millions, of boys out in the rest of the world who were cold and alone,
underfed, unloved, confused.  As with Eric, I could not be truly happy
while they were forced to struggle so.
	No. This was not what the Guardians and I had envisioned.  This was
not what we'd wanted.  We'd wanted a world filled with people without
wants, without worries, without fears.  Kovzland was not such a world.  It
was a relatively small kingdom existing on a world that had isolated us
from everything else that existed.  We had peace and joy and utopia, but we
had it only so long as we didn't stray off our small island.  That was not
what we'd envisioned.
	Little Kelly's eyes slowly opened and he looked up at me in the
fading light.
	"Are you still awake?" he asked bleary eyed.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"What are you thinking about?"
	"Nothing," my still soprano voice replied, gazing at him,
fingertips lightly sliding down his smooth, boyish cheek.  His face looked
so peaceful, so serene.  There was a mild hint of concern in his young
eyes, but it wasn't severe or troubling.  He looked so cute that I finally
leaned my head forward and kissed his small lips.
	He sniffled and snuggled up closer to me.  I enfolded his skinny
body in my arms, felt his hips wiggle until he'd managed to press his
hairless little boyhood up against mine.  He laid his blond head on my
shoulder and sighed, drifting peacefully and easily back to sleep.  I
tenderly petted his hair as my other hand gently stroked across his thin
shoulders.  He was such a sweet little boy and was still my best friend.  I
felt each cell of my body experiencing the smooth, soft perfection of his
body and felt my own body finally begin joining his in slumber.  Just as I
was about to fall asleep, I heard a man's voice saying, "The dream will be
fulfilled."
	It might have been my voice as an adult, I don't know.  It had been
said so confidently, and yet so calm, with a smile almost audible, that it
soothed me instantly.  I dropped off to sleep, with a comforting smile on
my face.  I was oddly certain that Kovzland would one day rule the entire
world.

- Finis -

The Second Chronicles of Kovzland:
Book 1:  The Return of the Kovz King, published November 1993.
Book 2:  The Guardians of Kovzland, published September 1997.
Book 3:  The Quest for Eric
Book 4:  On His Majesty's Secret Mission
Book 5:  The Prince of Kovzland