The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Five: The Boy Prince "Kelvin," Ryan asked me after Robert had left. "Is it true that you guys..." I looked at the adorable, blushing boy, his cute blue eyes determined to hold mine, determined to ask the question. "Well... do you really do it?" I blushed, too. I wasn't used to being asked about sex. We always just did it and didn't need to ask questions. "Yeah," I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Didn't you guys do it at Baby Blue?" Ryan swallowed and looked away, not so much from embarrassment as weariness. The poor boy was so tired of defending his soft innocence. "Some of the guys did," he said. "I mean, people said they did." He shrugged then, his shoulders looking so small through his shirt. "How," he asked looking back up at me. "How do you do it?" "I don't know," I said. "I guess you just do it. It feels real good, Ryan," I stammered. I wanted him to do it so bad, my little penis already throbbing in my shorts, but he was so young, so frightened. I daren't push him. "Oh, I know," he said. "I mean... I mean I've done it by myself before." I gazed at him and imagined him masturbating himself, in my mind he was huddled up under his covers, his shorts pulled just low enough for his overgrown hand to hold his erection, stroking it in guilt, embarrassment and in such exquisite pleasure. He looked so cute and I was so horny I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking his hair, the light brown locks as soft and silky as Prince Tod's. He flinched when I touched him, but smiled slowly through his blush. Taking the smile as permission, I slowly moved my hand down his hair and felt across his shoulder, the firm mound feeling small and soft through his shirt. Ryan was immediately breathing faster, his body growing so tense I thought he would bolt. "Don't be afraid, Ryan," my high-pitched voice begged him, my other hand moving up to hold his other shoulder. "You're so cute." This last I scarcely breathed and didn't really mean to say, but I felt the boy relax a little bit. I was so anxious to see his chest that my trembling fingers slowly moved toward his shirt and undid the top button. The boy's mouth hung open for air and he looked down nervously as I undid the next button, the skin that appeared looking as soft and clear as a baby's. The beauty of the small chest that appeared from his yellow shirt was indescribable. Both of us were gasping with nervous excitement, me scarcely able to contain my love for him as I undid another button. I could now see the slight ridge where his chest tapered into his abdomen, could only sigh with amazement at the soft, smoothness of his body, the light brown tan of his boyish skin. Ryan caught a gasp and looked away as I undid the final button, trembling as I pulled the shirt tails from his jeans, positively amazed by the smooth hairless beauty of his belly, the softness of the skin surrounding his little belly button. I was in enraptured awe as I spread the shirt wider and gazed fully at his small chest. He wasn't very muscular at all, and was a very slender boy. His chest swelled only slightly with muscle and on each small mound was a small, perfect nipple, little and erect, a pale brown color against his already pale brown skin. His ribcage was just visible through his boy flesh, soft gentle ripples, thin and boyish. Likewise, I could just make out the gentle bulges of his collarbones, the small indentation at the bottom of a smooth neck with no Adam's apple. I almost moaned in wonder at how pretty his little chest was and my small hands slowly lay forward, the palms cupping each of the small mounds of his muscles, gasping as I felt the warm softness of his skin, felt the rapid beating of his heart, felt his small chest swell as he breathed. It was like heaven and I was in utter bliss. Slowly my hands rubbed down the small boy's body, felt the smooth skin pass against my palms, the firm ridges of his ribcage, the fleshy warmth that covered his belly, the small impression of his hairless belly button. "Oh, Ryan," I moaned, my love for him making me feel almost sick to my stomach. Almost crying in worship for his beauty, my palms slid slowly back up his smooth, little chest, slowly, lovingly moving up near his slender neck, my fingertips slipping beneath the ends of his shirt, my hands filled with the glory of his slender shoulders, their incredible warmth and smoothness as I pushed the shirt back over them. The beauty of his body was more than I could bear in my young desire. Ryan looked at me, his pretty eyes looking pained, still frightened, but filled with the acceptance that it was going to happen. I could tell by the look on his cute face that the boy was going to let me go all the way with him. Gasping, the sweet child let his shirt fall down his slender arms and I gazed as the little mounds of his chest grew hard, the boy pulling his arms out of the sleeves. He looked almost sad as he put the shirt down on his bed, me watching him filled with concern, unable to keep from gazing at the small, boyish chest, unable to keep from worshipping his innocent beauty, his little nipples, the soft, hairless boy skin that covered a body as lovely as an angel's. The boy's hands reached out trembling and took hold of the lower hem to my T-shirt. I leaned forward and raised my arms, felt him tug the shirt up my body, felt the neck catch around my head before slipping all the way off. It was now Ryan's turn to look at my little chest and I watched his hands copy mine as he pressed his warm palms against the little mounds of my muscles and slowly caress down my skinny body. He grew more excited and less afraid as he caressed me, his eyes watching what his hands were doing in bewilderment, the sensitive, young fingertips petting my tiny pink nipples and all down my ribs and belly. The softness of his gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through my skin, made my little penis feel even stiffer in my underwear. "We need to take our shoes off," the boy managed through his deep breathing, looking adorable as he turned, leaned over and started to untie his. I sat beside him and untied mine as my eyes gazed across his slender back. His shoulder blades, so thin, rippled with small boyish muscle as he moved, the ridges of the blades moving seductively beneath the soft beauty of his light brown skin. I could see the small bulges of his backbone running down the length of his slim body, down to his lower back which looked even softer than the rest of him. Kovz, was I ever in love with the pretty boy. Ryan finished taking off his shoes and socks first and crawled up on the bed, laying down with his head on the pillow. He was now wearing only his jeans, his small chest looking beautiful above the white beltline. His feet looked big for his small body and he wiggled them nervously as I pulled the last sock off my feet and crawled up beside him. He watched me with his blue eyes never leaving me until I was laying down next to him, our warm young bodies turning to face each other, my hand automatically going to his slender body and holding to his slim waist. Kovz, how soft and warm his skin was, how beautiful the smooth boy-flesh looked beneath my hand. Ryan copied me and I felt his hand laying on my side trembling. I wasn't much for kissing, but Ryan looked so timid and cute that I couldn't help leaning my face forward, my body moving with it until the slender boy's beautiful chest came into hard contact with mine, his belly rubbing against me. I was almost breathing too hard to kiss him, but soon felt the warm mushiness of his lips pressing against mine. It was pure heaven, exciting, thrilling. Our hearts were both pounding against our boyish chests as our awkward, slimy lips rubbed against each other. It was plain that Ryan had never kissed before, but kissing is an instinctive art and the boy certainly had the right instincts. Our breath blew through our small noses and I could hear Ryan making soft crying noises in his smooth chest. Scarcely thinking, I slid my hand up his body, felt my fingers slipping into the dry, warm pit beneath the boy's thin arm. I could just barely feel the silver little peach fuzz that had sprouted there, could only imagine how pretty it looked on his soft skin. "Oh, Ryan," I moaned again, slipping my arm around his soft, slender shoulders and pulling him close to me, my soft boyish face rubbing back and forth across the smooth mound of his shoulder, amazed at how beautiful he was. He was holding me in similar fashion and I could feel the pubescent boy pressing his crotch against mine. It felt so good. I could feel the rock hard bulge in the boy's jeans as it pressed against my shorts, almost cried in love for the desire that drove his young body. I had to fight to pull away from him. I couldn't stand the thought of the boy's penis having an orgasm still in the confines of his tight jeans, I gazed down his smooth, brown chest, over his soft belly and stared at the bulge in his jeans. He was so beautiful, so very, very beautiful. The boy was looking down at his bulge, too, knowing that I was about to remove the last of his clothing. He still held to my skinny chest and I heard him cry and felt his body flinch as I finally let my trembling fingers reached for the snap to his pants. I heard him let out a little cry and felt his body flinch as I popped the snap, heard his breathing grow more frantic as I took the little zipper between my fingers and slowly pulled it down. I could feel his hot, throbbing penis just through the fabric and ached to know that I would soon see his most beautiful possession. The bright, white elastic band to his underpants appeared against his soft, hairless belly, and the boy squirmed slightly as he felt his penis pushing out at the cotton underwear yearning to be naked. Gasping with love and passion, I sat up on my knees and grabbed the top of the boy's jeans, fighting to control my desire as I struggled to pull them down. Ryan was still making crying noises as he squirmed and freed them from his round bottom. They were tight, but slid easily down the smooth, hairless perfection of his slender thighs. His legs looked thin, but well proportioned for his body. They also looked every bit as soft and smooth as his small chest. I couldn't help but glance up at his underwear, cried in love as I saw the big, throbbing bulge of his penis, imagined how hard and warm that bulge must be. I managed to pull the boy's pants down below his knees and even they were a sight of beauty, covered by the same soft boy skin, smooth and looking very young. The jeans slid easier down his thinner calves which appeared with the same soft brown flesh, the faint beauty of soft, silver hairs caressing them. Finally, they were down to his enlarged feet and I struggled to get them over them. Ryan wore size ten shoes and he was only five foot four. Nonetheless, with the boy's help the big feet came free and I discarded the jeans on the floor. I was ready to crawl back down beside him, to fondle that hard bulge in his underwear, but Ryan sat up and grabbed for my shorts. His beautiful eyes were watching mine as if asking if he were doing it right but all I could do was stand there on my knees and gasp, the boy finally taking the initiative and pulling them down. I was wearing the same kind of underwear he was and my little bulge, though much smaller than his, looked every bit as hard. I sat back on my butt and lifted my legs, helping as Ryan pulled my shorts all the way down and off. We lay beside each other, panting so hard it was amazing we hadn't grabbed each other and started humping. We baited our young hormones even more by slipping into each others arms again, our small chests rubbing together as our lips met in another awkward kiss. We were both crying in passion as our bare legs now rubbed against each other, Ryan slipping one between mine where I held it, our throbbing crotches pressing against each other feeling hard and hot. We were humping against each other, I knew, but I couldn't help myself nor could the pubescent boy in my arms. It felt so good, so wonderful. I could already feel myself swaying in orgasm, could already feel my senses reeling, my thoughts drifting. I broke away from the boy again, lay gasping and crying as I looked at him, his smooth leg still held between my thighs. He looked at me with so much passion and confusion I wanted to hug him again. "Ryan," I moaned hopelessly, watching as my hand slid down his soft side, over his warm belly. Soon, I felt his underwear rub against my fingertips until I reached his bulge, touching that hard, warm, throbbing mound of boy pleasure. Ryan started to moan as my hand cupped his big cock, felt its thick hardness, the fleshy scrotum that held his balls. The thirteen year old boy could only gasp and stare, his own hand slowly moving up between my legs, gently, cautiously laying his fingers against the skinny little mound of my stiff boyhood. I could see his face filled with awe and wonder as he felt the little thing in my underpants. I closed my eyes and moaned, reveling in the pleasure of my boyhood, while reveling more in the throbbing of his warm, rock hard boy cock. I could feel all of it, felt the large testicles beneath. I was so filled with desire for the adorable boy's penis that I had to see it. "Ryan," I moaned again as my fingers took hold of the top of his underwear, pulled them open, the warmth inside rushing out as I got my first sight of his beautiful pubescent erection. It looked huge from where I lay, but much of that was because it is was so thick. All I could really see was the swollen head, the pretty thing shining a bright pink, the poor boy's slit gaping open with hardness. Down around the base, I could just make out the shadow of the boy's sparse little pubic hairs. It hurt to think that the boy had kept a penis that beautiful hidden for so long. I could feel him copying me and pulling the front of my underwear down. I glanced down at my boner for only a second, much preferring his furry pubescence. My little, three inch, pink penis throbbing frantically, looking hard and hairless, childish and incredibly excited. Ryan was staring at it, but I quickly turned back to the task at hand, fighting against his holding me to sit up and pull his underpants down. It was clumsy and awkward and we quickly became a fumbling mass of writhing young boy hands as we both struggled to pull each others underwear off. We managed to do it at about the same time, the soft boy's shoulder pressing against my stiff little cock as he leaned over to strip me. I thought I was going to climax just at feel of him. When we lay back down, we were both stark naked, gasping, terrified of the passion within us. Ryan was so excited now he couldn't help himself and frantically grabbed my skinny body, pulled me into his arms, held me tightly as he struggled to shove his big penis against me. Kovz, the pleasure within me was incredible, feeling that warm soft boy squeezing me in his smooth arms, feeling the incredible hardness of his big penis as the frantic boy eagerly drove it rhythmically against my stiff little erection. It felt big, hot and incredibly hard. "Ryan, no," I cried, fighting to push the boy back. He was stronger than me, but was eager to be polite despite his erection, and let go of me, his green eyes looking like he would cry if something didn't relieve his penis soon. I wanted to please him so much, but this time, his first time with another boy, I wanted him to feel what it was like to have his penis sucked on. As frantically as my young friend, I turned on my butt, my red penis sticking out in angry demand for release. In seconds I was face to face with Ryan's thick young cock, my eyes gazing at the sparse little hairs around the base, the big hairless contours of his testicles in his smooth scrotum. The boy's penis was only about five inches long but it had the thickness of a man's, the pale shaft leading to the knobby head swollen a bright pink with his erection. The little slit still yawned open as if eager to squirt the child's boy sperm. I could feel Ryan's breath against my own hairless penis and felt his fingers caressing my hairless balls. "Suck on it, Ryan," I moaned and instantly pressed my lips against that boy's big head. The thirteen year old boy was obviously confused, but I wasn't about to let that hard, hot penis go for anything, not even for my own blow job. I held the thick shaft of his five inch cock in my hand as my lips lovingly sucked all over his big penis head. My tongue licked out and pressed against his wide slit, letting it know that I was ready and waiting for his sperm any time it was ready to give it to me. It responded immediately, Ryan crying as I felt his big cock squirt a healthy load of thin pre-cum out against my lips. I moaned loudly as I tasted the boy, tasted his little sperms swimming along my tongue, tasted the teenager's juice and moaned with love. It was so good. So sweet and young and good. It was about then that Ryan realized what was happening and I heard the boy crying with pleasure as I felt a slimy, mushy feeling move all along my little, hairless penis. The innocent boy was very sloppy with his tongue but it felt wonderful as he licked my testicles and thighs, all along the three inch length of my stiff little erection. I let out a long moan of pleasure and controlled my passionate cries by again pressing his throbbing penis head against my lips, holding it just on the inside as it still oozed the child's precious cargo. The shaft of his cock was about the hardest thing I'd ever felt and I would have been unable to bend it with both hands. Realizing that Ryan wouldn't be able to hold out any longer than I could, I finally allowed his penis to press its way between my lips, felt my mouth opening wider to admit the hard penis head as it slid in along my tongue. There, with all the love I could manage, I sucked on it like the tenderest of boyhoods, licking it, sliding it in and out my lips, cajoling it to release the sperm I knew the boy carried in his large testicles. Ryan was crying like a baby and I heard his soprano voice cracking as it was muffled by my little penis. The inexperienced boy swallowed the whole thing and I could feel it cradled on his slimy tongue, his warm lips pressed all the way against my hairless body. The pleasure in me immediately started to escalate rapidly and I knew the orgasm coming my way would be wonderful. I was already losing touch with reality and could focus only on the penis in my mouth and the one between my legs, Ryan's cute face buried between my thighs crying pathetically with his own orgasm. His smooth, baby soft thighs were spread wide and the boy started to rock them rhythmically back and forth, back and forth. Eager to please him, I slid his young penis farther into my mouth, pulled it back out and sucked the head, then madly plunged back down on it again. Instantly the kid let out a shriek against my erection. His humping thighs clamped down around my ears and his beautiful body cramped up frantically. He was practically screaming as he fought to keep sucking my little penis, his abdomen rippled like a washboard, his body looking like it was racked in incredible pain as every muscle flexed, every fiber grew rock hard, then, suddenly, the slender boy started to buck like a race horse, his abdomen and legs desperately driving that pretty penis into my mouth. It was almost pitiful to see for Ryan had no control over his body at all and it was prepared to tear itself apart in an orgasmic explosion of pleasure. I fought to ride the roughest of the boy's frantic bucking and was able to keep his penis head on my tongue as the rock hard thing pulsed rhythmically. Thin young boy juice started squirting madly from his penis. It squirt with such force you'd have thought the boy had never had an ejaculation, as if it was squirting out in search of creating the world's first baby. Such delicious sperm coated my tongue that I moaned happily, tasting it, feeling it so warm and boyish, imagining his fresh boy seeds as they swam frantically on my tongue. It was wonderful. It had been so long since the boy had played with himself that his balls had been full of semen and his powerful penis struggled to squirt all of it into my loving mouth. The boy ejaculated so much that I had to open my lips and allow some to trickle out, the sweet juice rolling down the boy's thigh and down along the hairless crack of his butt. Feeling happy for the boy, I felt his poor orgasm ravaged body begin to relax, finally stopping its mad bucking, the taught muscles finally able to ease themselves back into his soft skin. His penis softened very slowly and I could still taste the last of his sperm oozing from the head. I let the thought of his young sperm lull me off into orgasm and soon felt my own skinny body contorting, felt my mind far away, flooded with pleasure that seemed to go on and on. My little penis made me feel so good and I floated in space looking at it, so pale, pink and pretty, so stiff and hairless between Ryan's slimy lips. Only after I had fully experienced the full pleasure of orgasm did I slowly return to my little body, laying there against the other boy, still sucking his penis, now rubbery and small enough for me to suck it all in my mouth. Ryan's immature little pubic hairs tickled my upper lip like a pubescent mustache, the hairs soft and itchy. He seemed equally content to keep sucking my little penis which even I could tell was completely limp. I could feel his lips tugging on it, like a little baby sucking on its mother's nipple. It was too beautiful a moment. I didn't want it to ever end. I lay there, feeling Ryan's smooth thighs gently pillowing my head between them, and fell asleep. We must have slept for several hours by the time I awoke for it was dark outside and the house was still and quiet. Ryan's penis was still in my mouth and I lay there in the dark and sucked it for a while. He seemed to be still asleep, his head between my legs, still sucking on my little penis. He sucked it lovingly, rhythmically, as if he were sucking his thumb. It felt very nice but also very soggy. I was going to wake him up so we could crawl under the covers, but he seemed so peaceful in his sleep, so happy to have that little pacifier between his lips, that I just let him sleep on, enjoying the pleasures he gave my limp boyhood. I lay there in the dark for almost an hour thinking about Ryan and how beautiful he was. I would slip his limp penis out of my mouth on occasion and lick and kiss the pretty head, now shrunken to normal boy size. Always I returned it to my mouth so I could suck it some more. I wasn't surprised when the young thing started to get stiff again, filling my mouth and stiffening into rock hardness inside me. I lay there silently, with his hard penis in my mouth. Ryan was whimpering in his sleep but it was plain that he wasn't awake so I just lay there calmly and quietly, barely sucking on his cock at all, letting the young boy's wet dream run its course. He started sucking harder on my penis, his chin moving up and down as if, in his dream, he was a baby sucking on his mother's breast, and I wondered if he was dreaming about what we had done the night before. Such a sweet young boy. He cried as his small body again started to jerk in orgasm, this time just stiff, short, boyish jerks. I sighed as I felt his penis starting to squirt his sperm again, sweet thirteen year old semen. He didn't ejaculate near so much as he had the last time but it tasted just as good and I happily held the warm liquid in my mouth and loved it before finally swallowing it. That done, I happily fell back asleep still sucking him and wondering if he would have more wet dreams that night. Thirteen year old boys need so much. Ryan and I woke up at about the same instant which was easy to do since we were both laying in each other's arms. There was some commotion going on in the streets, but I just looked up at the boy as he sat up, his cute face looking down at the thick penis sticking in my mouth. I swallowed the last taste of him and the soggy, young cock slipped from my lips and fell exhausted between the boy's pretty legs. He had no real expression on his face. His lips were glistening from saliva after having sucked my penis all night and I could now see the hairless little thing laying between my legs looking tiny and as soggy as his young dong. He was adorable in the morning despite the puffy sleepiness of his face. His small chest looked as soft and smooth as it had the night before. He sat on his bottom with his legs curled up beneath him picking at the bedspread. I copied him, both our penises laying exposed and naked, a bit chilly with their slimy coatings. "Did you like it, Ryan?" I asked softly after a moment. He nodded. He was so god-awful cute. "I had a real weird dream last night... that we were doing it again..." he said, his cute face not looking at me. "That's called a wet dream," I smiled, loving the boy all the more for dreaming about me. "It was so real," he said, tossing his head to swing his silky hair out of his eyes. "Well, it was real, Ryan." "Did I squirt in your mouth again?" he asked blushing. I nodded. "Are you mad at me?" "Kovz, no," I had to laugh, my high-pitched voice sounding loud in the early morning. "I loved it!" The boy looked so concerned and embarrassed that I had to hug him and we were soon laying on the bed kissing again, our slimy penises rubbing against each other. He was a born kisser, his lips moving tenderly against mine as his big hands gently held and caressed my skinny body. His small chest felt warm and soft against mine, his smooth legs nice as we rubbed them together. Fortunately we didn't get boners again for I don't think our exhausted penises could have handled it. After enjoying our bodies for another fifteen minutes, we took a bubble bath together, the warm water helping to chase the sogginess from our penises. We took turns washing each other and Ryan started to giggle as he washed my little penis. He was brimming with boyish curiosity and I explained the birds and the bees to him as best I could. Some of it really shocked him (like anal sex) but he knew the pleasures of it now and there was no turning back for him. He stood up, foamy bubbles clinging to his body as I took a bar of soap and lathered his penis real good. It wasn't a big penis and looked rather small when it was limp, but it was fat and felt nice in my hands. I loved his little boyish pubic hairs, so short, but dark and curly. Mostly I suppose I loved his scrotum because his testicles were big and maturing and it felt nice to fondle them in the fleshy, hairless skin. We dried each other off and stood in front of the full length mirror in the living room, side by side, as we combed our wet hair and waited for it to dry. Ryan was a few inches taller than me and I smiled up at him as he took great care to get the part in his silky hair right. I gazed at his underarms as he primped himself, could see the little, silver hairs now, straight and young. His nipples stood out erect on the gentle mounds of his chest. With a boyish giggle, I reached down and started fondling his penis which made the thirteen year old giggle for a moment before he got control of himself. He obviously enjoyed the contact and I soon felt his growing hand feeling my penis out too. We both jerked nervously when there was a knock at the door. Ryan was eager to get to his clothes, but I quickly yelled for the visitor to "Come in!" It was Robert. The fourteen year old stood there in the open doorway looking at our naked bodies. Mine standing there skinny and hairless in front of the mirror, me even turning to give the youthful adolescent a full view of my little boyhood. Ryan's fat dick swung gently as the young boy snatched up a pair of blue jeans and boyishly tried to conceal it. "What are you guys doing?" Robert asked, his cute face blushing. "We played with each other," I giggled proudly, still combing my hair. "What do you want?" Ryan asked his president in embarrassment. "It's time for breakfast..." I don't know how it got around so quickly, but as we sat eating breakfast, the other boys looked at us, many uncertainly, many giggling and whispering to each other. They knew what Ryan and I had done and I couldn't have been more pleased. After breakfast, Robert, Ryan and I left for the palace. The other boys rode horses. I was small enough that I was more comfortable on a small Shetland pony. my surprise, Robert was rather willing to talk about Ryan and me having boy sex and so was Ryan. I remained silent and listened to them exchanging their embarrassed confessions of desire and interest. The road up to the palace was very similar to the one from White, though there was no fence surrounding our territory. In fact, there was no clearly defined border. As we rode, we could see gray houses off and through the woods to our right and back, far off to the left were the houses of Red. There were roads linking us to each of them and to all the other boys of the other houses (with the exception of White which was only directly accessible from the palace). The knowledge that we were all there, that Kovzland surrounded me with its beauty and the beauty of its boys, filled me with happiness. I felt safe and at home. Both Ryan and Robert were astonished by the magnificence of the palace and temple, not to mention the expansive beauty of the garden and mazes. They were growing more and more willing to talk about their feelings with each other and I realized that they were becoming fast friends. This pleased me still more, though I was a little jealous that they seemed closer to each other than they were to me. Normal, I supposed. They shared the awkward experience of puberty, something I had yet to undergo, at least visibly, and I was a Guardian: I was different from them. To them, they were both in the same predicament, both in terms of puberty and of Kovzland. There wasn't time to show them through the temple, but I did manage to give them a brief introduction to the palace. This included showing them Ryan's apartment. I avoided taking them through the Hall of Boys with all its passionate statues: they were coming along just fine and didn't need to be pushed too quickly. By ten o'clock, we arrived at the meeting room where the morning meeting was to take place. The room was chosen for its size and because it would allow all the boys representing each house to sit together. Since I had officially been named the Guardian of White (Erin had decided it was best to have a little boy be Guardian there), I sat with Kelly and Scott Mahrey, the boy he'd picked for president. White would not have been my first pick since it was intentionally kept as a sex-free town for little boys to grow up in. I would have preferred living with the sweet boys of Blue or Gray any time. Still, one compensation for being Guardian of White was that I was automatically welcomed at any of the other Great Houses, giving me ample opportunity to meet any of the island's young population. Scott was a pretty nine year old and very skinny. He seemed overwhelmed by the palace and royal family, and more than a little confused about the naked representations of boys. I looked forward to showing him what it was all about. A much larger group was assembling than there had been the day before: each house now sported a prince and president and almost all of them had Guardians present. I haven't time here to describe all of these boys to you save to report that they were all extremely beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful boys on the island. I felt guilty in my feelings that this was probably a prettier royal family than we'd had before the war. Joining us were, of course, King Erin and Garrick Greene, Guardian of the Royal Family. I was pleased to see Chris Anderson at the meeting. Although he retained his position as General, he was now also the president of Red, a position that made him even more powerful. The other boys I shall have to get to in due time. For now: such beautiful boys they were. Kelly and I were delighted to see each other, though he seemed busier trying to get little Scott to relax. The skinny little boy was all giggles and wiggles. Erin entered and we all took our seats. The meeting began with introductions, though these would be made in far more depth later. "The first item on the agenda," Garrick said, "is the confirmation of the Guardians in their current positions." "Under the pact," Erin said, "only the Guardians can assign their realms of responsibility. I have asked you to accept certain positions, however, and my understanding is that you have accepted these." "That is correct, Your Majesty," Garrick nodded. Despite being Guardian of the Royal Family, Garrick wasn't the leader of the Guardians. That was supposedly my job. I was so mixed up between childhood and manhood, however, that Calvin was effectively our true leader. "I appreciate your continued support," Erin nodded. "I also want to welcome the new princes to the Royal Family and I invite each of you to join me for dinner this evening. After that, we'll have a party and get to know each other. You are invited to bring your presidents as well. "As King, I am responsible for the palace and all its grounds. I grant all of you free run of the facilities. You are welcome here any time you want." Erin nodded at Garrick and the pretty boy continued. "The next issue, Your Majesty, is the return of Michael. We've received word from Calvin and he says the boys are in the old city now." "How many are there, Garrick?" David asked. "One thousand, five hundred forty six." There was a sigh all around the table. Nobody expected that we would get so many boys so quickly and we still had Brandon to hear from. "He says that most of the boys are older so we probably shouldn't have them go into White or Baby Blue. There are a couple of hundred who will need to go to White, but the rest of them should be divided up between the houses as soon as possible." Erin nodded. "Okay. Since Eric is still lost and there isn't a Guardian for Baby Blue right now, I would appreciate it if you would assume the responsibilities for a while, Rick." "Certainly, Your Majesty," Rick agreed and I felt relieved that both boys had buried the hatchet and were working together again. "I don't think anyone wants to go through another week of interviews, so let's see what we can do to shorten the process. I recommend a summary selection at the dock. Everyone will just pick boys as they come off the ship. Does that sound fair?" "It's sounds desirable to me," Rick grinned. "One more panel interview and I'd go crazy." "Me, too," the others agreed quickly. "I also want to make sure the princes and presidents are fully involved in the selections. The Guardians can help, but these guys have to start taking charge as soon as possible." "I'll make sure they make the decisions, Your Majesty," Rick said. "The next topic is boy control," Garrick smiled up from his notebook. "Your Majesty?" Terry said waiting for Erin's nod before standing and speaking further. "We're going to have a lot of trouble controlling everyone for a while. There are only a few boys in each of the houses right now, but now we're all going to have hundreds more. It's not going to be easy controlling all of them." "Calvin did a great job of getting White organized and I understand Chris and Brendan were pretty good, too. Kovzland isn't a military kingdom, but the system seems to adapt itself really well. The princes are responsible for their own towns, but I recommend Chris and Brendan rotate through the houses and help get them organized." "John Clack can help too," Chris nodded in agreement. I was about to boast of how I had already implemented it at Yellow, but held back. It would still be good for the older boys to help for a while. "Your Majesty?" Rick said. "There are going to be more than a thousand boys in Baby Blue by the time Brandon gets back and almost that many in White. With that many, we might have to start drafting them out a lot more often than we used to in the past, at least for awhile." "Yes," Erin nodded. "I talked to Jonathan about that and we decided that we're going to have to open the temple to the Rite of Passage at least once a month. So, on the third day of each month, all the boys who are ready for the Rite will go through it on that day." "That'll probably be thirty or forty," Rick pointed out. "Yeah. It'll be a fun day in the Temple." "What's the Rite of Passage?" Prince David asked with a sloppy grin. He was a very pretty blond haired boy of eleven or twelve. "You'll see," Guardian David grinned back at him. "In fact, we may have to put you through it." The Rite of Passage was a ceremony that took place when a boy was moved from White to Baby Blue. This marked his official entrance to puberty and he was given his first orgasm on the altar as hundreds of boys from the Great Houses watched. It was very exciting, but I doubted that Prince David would need much help adapting to his new sexual lifestyle. According to rumors, he was already a very sexually active boy. The Guardians grinned at the embarrassed confusion on the young boy's adorable face. They knew how pretty he would be on the altar. "That will also mean more drafts," Rick pointed out. "Yes, we're going to have to make the drafts bigger," Erin continued, smiling as much as the rest of us. "We'll have one on the last day of each month and focus on sending as many boys through as we send through the Rite." "How are we going to conduct them?" Rick asked. "I'm glad you asked because I asked Garrick to make that the next item on the agenda," Erin said. He paced a few feet before continuing. "I know I've been flaunting a lot of the old traditions around here lately. I never wanted to do that, but I do want to see the old traditions revived as soon as possible. That said, I'd like to have a draft, a REAL Kovzland draft, as soon as we can put it together." "That's a great idea," Rick beamed from ear to ear. "Yeah," the other Guardians quickly agreed. "So, when?" Erin asked, smiling to finally be in sync with the Guardians. "How big?" Ricks asked. "You're the Guardian of Baby Blue," Erin shrugged. "You tell me." "Well..." Rick rubbed his hands together delightedly. "I've got a few boys who we gotta get out of Baby Blue PDQ, no doubt about it. The rest of them, though... hmmm... There hasn't been any courting or anything, you know." "Yeah," Erin said. "So we can hold it off for a couple of months. We don't have to do it right away..." The way he said this sounded interesting. He wanted to have it right away, as soon as possible. "No," Calvin's voice suddenly cut in, his eyes locked directly on Erin's. "We need to do it soon," he said. "This is what Kovzland needs to really be back the way it was." "Well, sure," Erin nodded with a shrug, a slight smile playing on his slender lips, "but there might not be time." He looked directly at Calvin there and I could see both boys smiling at each other briefly. "We can do it," Rick smiled, his adult face glancing at the smiles of the other two. "I'll get you twelve boys by day after tomorrow." "You're sure?" Erin asked, his smile saying that they were all clicking on the same message now. "Yes, Your Majesty," Rick nodded. "With a little help from some good teachers, I promise you'll have the best Draft that Kovzland has ever seen." "Very well. See to it. Garrick will see that you get all the help you need to pull it off." Garrick nodded and made note of it. Despite completion of the official agenda, the meeting still lasted for more than two hours and perhaps the only mentionable item about it was that Erin was really doing a superb job at being king, particularly when facing down the objections to some of his ideas by the Guardians. These were getting minor, however. It was clear that the young boy-king had earned a strong measure of support from my brothers. Other items discussed included locating Eric. It seemed that they had heard tales of a naked boy living in the Elven Wood and, though that in itself wasn't so odd, the boy reportedly had a gold necklace around his neck. After much debate, Erin decided that any search for the lost Guardian would have to wait until the issues at home were resolved. The Guardians all objected to this, certainly, but Erin was firm in his desire to see life at Kovzland returned to what he'd heard described as normal. There was an interesting report on acquiring more eunuchs. These half-men had once made up Kovzland's servant population, along with a small population of human boys. Now that human boys were going to be added as full-fledged citizens, there would be even more need for these friends and allies of Kovzland. Besides that, the older Guardians had begun talking about the cruelties the Old Ones had been inflicting on homosexual men in the outer world. Grown men were certainly not a part of Kovzland's charter and not part of my range of interests, but they were, like us, persecuted by the Old Ones. Like everyone present, we agreed that something should be done to help them. Besides all that, we would never attract enough trustworthy eunuchs to serve a full population of one hundred thousand. Not that many were created and none of us wanted to see any more created. Perhaps by expanding our alliances with homosexual men, we could add to our strength as well as do the right thing. The great thing about it was that we had a ready-made home for them in the town down by the docks where we'd originally landed. It was a great village with ready-made homes of great quality, stores, parks, everything any community could want. As part of Zanvera Island, it would also fall under the protection of the Guardians. The immediate objection from Guardian Terry was that there would be a risk of the men intruding on Kovzland, perhaps even raping boys. This, Erin dealt with quickly, passing an decree that 1) the men who were not emasculated would not be allowed in the rest of the island, and 2) that there would be regular social events between their town and the rest of the island, thus giving the men a chance to interact with the boys in an open environment. It was agreed that this would work out well for all of us: given reasonable opportunity to express affections, it was very rare that a man would rape a boy, and there certainly were a lot of young boys who liked the affections of grown men, a majority even. I wasn't so inclined myself, but I suspected that any man living on the island would have plenty of opportunities to adopt boys and "father" them. It was an intense discussion, but in the end, it was agreed that the village by the docks would be wholly reserved for gay men and eunuchs. There would be room for five thousand of these. We agreed that no effort would be launched to recruit them. They would come just as they had in centuries past. Rather than turn them away or make them servants, however, this time we would invite them to live as our neighbors. It was a solution that made me feel better somehow. Other reports came and went with various proposals and objections. I didn't pay much attention to any of it. Despite my vast history of prior lives, I was only a boy in this one and I simply couldn't concentrate on important matters with so many adorable boys around. Guardians David and Rick made jokes about Princes David and Robby at every chance, the former being nicknamed "Dandy David" and the latter "Hobby Robby". David seemed to like his reputation as a sex stud, but Robby looked rather embarrassed. I took turns watching both of them, trying to make eye contact, turning and blushing as soon as I had it. I was little better with Craig. If smiles and dimples could kill, Craig would be locked away before the whole city died. He was absolutely adorable. How I longed to stay at the palace that night in the hopes that I could have one or more of these fresh, young boys. But there was work to do at the house and I wasn't about to desert Ryan who, by the way, was just as pretty as any of the rest. Finally Erin adjourned the meeting and I rejoined my prince and president. Ryan boyishly wanted to see his apartment at the palace again and Robert seemed to want to too so we went back up there. It was a spacious apartment, but someone had mistakenly labeled Ryan as a prince and not a high prince. A high prince was one who was already in puberty and already had sperm. This Ryan most certainly did have. I was going to complain, but Ryan said it didn't matter. "This is a lot nicer than my apartment at the House," he said laying down on the large bed. I suspected that his interest may have been most on the paintings of pubescent boys that hung on all the walls, but I didn't say anything. Robert seemed as attracted to them as Ryan was but both boys nervously kept from staring openly at them. The door was opened and I saw Prince Craig entering the room across the hall. "Hi, Prince Craig," I smiled at him. The boy smiled and blushed, his cute dimples tugging at my heartstrings. "Hi," his young voice replied. "Is that your room?" He was about twelve years old, his face stunning and happy, his small body compelling me to gaze down at it. "No. It's Prince Ryan's," I smiled at the little cherub. Ryan quickly appeared at my shoulder, looking to see who it was. "Hi," Ryan cut in, looking down at the smaller boy, his own blush looking bashful and beautiful. "Is that your room?" It was a stupid question since the boy's name was right there on the door in red letters, but Craig nodded. "Are you going to stay here tonight?" Ryan asked, a little more overtly than I thought proper. The small prince just shrugged, still smiling and blushing. We both stood there watching the adorable kid and could think of nothing more to say. I noticed that his room had also been mislabeled, ranking him as a high prince; there was no way a boy as adorable and young looking as that was ejaculating already. Oh, well. These are the problems of starting a new society. "See ya," Craig said finally, opening his door and closing it behind him. "Can we draft him, Kely?" my prince asked immediately when I closed our door. "You can't draft a prince, Ryan," I grinned. "Why don't you just go over and talk to him?" "Now?" the boy cracked. "Yeah, why not?" He swallowed and stood looking at the closed door. I was certain that he was so shy and would instantly make up some excuse not to. To my surprise, however, he swallowed and said, "Okay." My heart started pounding immediately and I suddenly felt, once again, very small and young. I would never have had the courage that young Ryan was exhibiting and I stood staring at him in surprise as he walked across the hall to the other prince's room. Robert, the most mature of all three of us, looked equally surprised and confused by his prince's behavior. Robert and I glanced nervously at each other as Prince Ryan stood at the door to the younger prince's bedroom. Was my shy little prince actually going to make a move on the adorable child? Craig opened the door and his exquisite face peered innocently out through the opening. I know that I tend to get too caught up in superlatives when describing a new boy, but young Prince Craig truly deserved every superlative in the book. I mean, Kelly was an extremely cute little boy and Prince Ryan really was adorable, but Craig... Kovz, he was a real angel, too beautiful to believe. There was more than just his outward beauty as there so often is with the truly beautiful. He seemed to radiate warmth and boyishness, so much so that just being near him made you want to cuddle him up and hold him. He was about the same height that I was which is to say about four feet eleven, but wasn't quite so skinny giving him a very soft looking appearance. Also his hands and feet were abnormally large for his small frame, giving him the same captivating attraction of young puberty that Ryan had. He was gazing up at Ryan with an open innocence that was really captivating, somewhat surprised to have a visitor but also warm and happy, filled with willing invitation despite the interruption. Like Ryan, the boy had very soft looking, silky, light brown hair, better combed than the older boy's. His bangs fell down just low enough to conceal his eyebrows, leaving his beautiful eyes clear and bright beneath. They were enchanting because they were an exquisite melding of darkness and brightness; dark because he had very long, thick black lashes and bright because he had the same sky blue eyes that I had, twinkling with boyish delight and curiosity. His nose was small and slightly pug, looking like a much younger boy's, and his lips, were small but red and full. Most adorable of all was his skin itself for it was astonishingly soft looking, perfectly smooth but with a gentle texture that made it look almost downy soft, that even though there was definitely not a single visible hair. He was wearing a blue button up dress shirt, unbuttoned just enough to see his boyish neck swelling into a small chest as perfectly soft looking as his face. The door was opened wide enough to see his jeans, clinging tightly to his small hips and legs in the Kovzland style, and there was a delightful bulge beneath the zipper that showed it was more than his hands and feet that were outgrowing his body. "Hi," Ryan's high pitched voice greeted the little angel. "I just wanted to see what your apartment looked like." His voice was soft and shy but he surprised me with how direct he could make it sound. This was a boy who had already made a big improvement on his bashfulness. "Cool," Craig smiled making my heart beat faster. His voice was higher pitched than Ryan but still sounded very soft and melodic, not shy exactly but very sweet and endearing. "Come on in," he held the door open and Ryan stepped in with a smile down at the smaller boy. As Ryan entered and looked around, Craig smiled across the hall to where Robert and I still stood watching in excited wonder. "Do you guys want to see, too?" the adorable boy prince asked. I wasn't really sure if Ryan wanted Robert and I to interrupt his obvious play on the little boy but one glance at Robert showed that he was just as eager as I was to join in. After he shrugged, so did 1. "Sure," I said for both of us, leading the eldest boy across the hall and into the angel's apartment. "This is really cool," Ryan smiled as he gazed around the child's living room. Like Ryan, Craig had a private whirlpool bath, a large bedroom with a king-sized bed that would dwarf the miniature lad, and a comfortable living room with a couch and chairs. The furniture was all full-sized, a little awkward for smaller boys like Craig and I to get comfortable in -- our feet would never reach the floor. "Yeah. It's just like yours, isn't it?" Craig had gone to one of the chairs and was leaning against it, smiling at us as we looked around. Craig's observation was quite correct: although the floor plan was reversed, his apartment was exactly like Ryan's. "Yeah, I think so," Ryan said. He stood near the bed and turned to look at his fellow prince. The two boys gazed into each others eyes and smiled at each other and several moments past during which Robert and I started feeling uncomfortable. "Do you guys want to play?" I was astonished to hear the child prince's soprano voice suddenly ask. I was so shocked I couldn't answer, but Ryan was already thinking the same as the small boy. "Yeah," he smiled bigger. Kovz, was my darling prince catching on quickly. Craig smiled just as big and stood up from the chair. I swallowed in excitement as the small boy's big hands reached for the buttons to his shirt and started undoing them, a magnificent boy chest appearing between the parting ends. His baby soft cheeks grew rosy but the boy's hands just undid button after button, soon pulling the tails of his shirt from his blue jeans and undoing the last of it. Even from this vantage point it was easy to see how incredibly perfect his body was, how intensely soft the boyish flesh. Ryan let out a childlike giggle and pulled his own shirt up his body and off just as Craig's thin arms reached up and pulled his own shirt back over his shoulders. His little chest now pressed through fabric showing all its beauty, small but boyishly rounded, intensely soft but looking firm with young muscles. My heart was pounding with affection for him as I finally struggled to catch up with the boys as they stripped. I kind of liked taking boys' clothes off of them but watching the giggling, happy excitement in Craig and Ryan's young faces as they peeled out of their own was really beautiful, too. Seeing that I was joining them, Robert awkwardly swallowed and started unbuttoning his own shirt. I had seen the blond boy's chest before, of course. It was very pale, not tanned like Craig's, and was a little oddly shaped because puberty was making his body grow at different rates. His shoulders were, therefore, still the same narrow ones of a child even though his abdomen was long like a young man's, and his chest swelled out awkwardly at the front with muscle giving his torso an almost round appearance. His nipples, which were a pretty pink color, were shrunken as if they were cold but the room was quite comfortable. As his arms pulled the shirt back, I could see glistening silver hairs on his armpits, further testament to his maturing puberty. Both Craig and Ryan unfastened their pants before finding seats on an armchair and the bed respectively to pull their shoes off. Neither giggling boy bothered untying their sneakers and pulled them off whole, quickly going to their socks. "Do you guys do it a lot at your house?" Craig's childish voice asked as his big feet emerged looking delicate and beautiful. "Not yet," Ryan giggled back, removing his own sock. "I like jerking off," Craig said unembarrassed. "Me, too," Ryan agreed, blushing a little brighter than the younger boy. They stood up together and pulled their pants down at the same time, both giggling and blushing across at each other as if racing to get naked. Both boys were wearing underwear, Ryan's bright white cotton and Craig's covered with colorful, animated creatures that looked like a baby's. It added to his childish appearance, though, as for that, the boy really did look eleven or twelve, more than old enough to have sex with another boy. I knew Ryan well enough by now to expect to see the size of his swollen erection poking at his underpants. Craig, on the other hand, was a wonderful surprise because the adorable boy's underwear was stuffed with a rock hard cock that looked even bigger than Ryan's. It really amazed me because his legs still looked small and thin like a little boy's, as soft and hairless as the rest of his body. His throbbing bulge looked like an adult man's, long and thick. Even the mounds of his testicles looked over-sized for his small body. As I pulled off my socks, I watched eagerly for the kid to bare the gifted cock between his legs, but as soon as his huge feet were clear of his tight jeans, he ran delightedly to the bed and bounced up on it, adorable in his child-underpants. Smiling just as delightedly, Ryan, also wearing just his tight underpants, excitedly joined the other prince. My heart was pounding frantically and I was trembling with so much eagerness it was all I could do to get my feet free of my shorts as I watched the two half-naked boys starting to wrestle on the bed, baby soft bodies flexing with immature muscles. They both giggled at this boyish form of foreplay, making their holds look more intended to feel each other's flesh than to really get advantage. I looked over at Robert as the tallest boy nervously unfastened his own jeans and started peeling them down his long, slender legs. His thighs were just as soft and hairless as Craig's but were greatly elongated from puberty. Of his 5'7" height, almost half seemed to be in his legs. As I watched him balancing on one foot to get free of his jeans, I could see the straight, swollen length of his penis pressing against his tight white underwear. It was probably a little longer than the bulge in Craig's but didn't look as thick. The pretty boy was gazing at the two wrestlers with so much adoration, however, that he was every bit as desirable. As soon as I was down to my skivvies, my immature little body quickly scurried over to the bed and joined Craig and Ryan, quickly overpowered by the stronger boys before they eased back and settled on caressing me like they were each other. Robert wasn't far behind and, though he was blushing brightest of all, I could feel his pubescent chest excitedly moving to rub against my body and those of the other boys. Wrestling is a great way for inexperienced boys to get themselves worked up for sex. Older boys could rather easily engage in tender kisses and embraces. For younger boys, wrestling was easier to accept. At first, it was very playful stuff with Ryan, Craig and I giggling childishly and Robert casually letting us wiggle around and patiently finding ways to rub his body against ours when the circumstances permitted. It was a wonderful melange of squirming boy bodies, made all the more wonderful when a hard penis rubbed against me through a boy's underwear or a baby soft thigh rubbed across my own little bulge. Craig really was well hung for a boy so young and I was amazed by the huge mound in his cartooned underpants. With the exception of my stiff little erection, however, the other boys' penises were poking out crookedly between their legs and I imagined they must hurt a little considering how hard they all were. As the eldest, Robert was the one most serious about our boyish wrestling. Craig, Ryan and I just rubbed all over each other, however the game directed us to. Young Robert was much more aware of his penis's desires and was actively guiding his hard bulge against our bodies and pressing it against us. He was panting very loudly and letting out cracking moans sometimes, contrasting with the high-pitched giggles of the rest of us. Not that we weren't doing a good job of stimulating each other: our younger penises were throbbing just as eagerly as Robert's was. The feel of so much warm, baby soft boy flesh rubbing all over me was making me delirious with happiness. As fate would have it, I was the first one to find himself face to face with a penis. I had just squirmed out of a full-nelson by Ryan and stood up on my knees near Robert. The tallest and strongest boy actually smiled at me as he pushed me forward and pressed his bare chest against my back, big cock starting to poke against my thigh. I fell down up along Craig's baby soft thighs, my face directly above his baby-like underpants. The boy's penis had obviously tired of its crooked confinement, or perhaps had simply gotten so hard that it couldn't be crooked anymore. At any rate, it had slipped up his belly and forced its way beneath the tight elastic waistband and almost three full inches of it now poked up naked and throbbing against Craig's belly button. Kovz, it was a beautiful penis, looking amazingly like a much older boy's. The head had to be as swollen as it could be without bursting. It was shining like a mirror, glowing a bright purple and looking as sensitive as it dared. The three inches of his shaft were pale and I was looking along the smooth underside, the most sensitive part on a young penis. It really did look huge against his small hairless tummy and I had to glance up at the happy boy's smiling face to see that it really belonged to a little boy. What a lucky kid to be so well endowed at his tender age. He raised his light brown eyebrows and his beautiful blue eyes urged me to suck on his erection, something I was more than willing to do. I had to struggle beneath Robert's humping body to get my chest further up Craig's thighs so I could reach the exposed inches of his cock. Happily I let my tongue slip out and licked up the underside of his erection and over his shiny penis head. The adorable boy let out a high pitched squeal and giggled delightedly. His penis tasted fresh and young against my tongue, belying its mature size and appearance. I let my lips suck on the underside of his penis, just below his glans and my tongue poked at the sensitive boy nerves relentlessly, making Craig pant like an excited puppy dog. I felt a sudden coolness around my own stiff erection, instantly followed by an astonishing warmth and sliminess. The jolt of pleasure that erupted in me confused me for a moment and I had to think about where the other boys were before I realized it had to be Ryan going down on my three inch erection. My penis wasn't big enough to poke out of my underwear so the boy must have pulled the front down and devoured the little thing where it was. I moaned excitedly as his mouth plunged up and down between my legs, my high-pitched moans suppressed by the big penis I held with my lips. Maybe it was the excited sounds that Craig and I were making, but Robert's deeper, cracking voice now joined ours more loudly as the biggest boy's swollen penis found a home along the crack of my buttocks. With Robert's big, throbbing penis rubbing against my leg, Ryan soon had a difficult time reaching my boyhood, but he managed it for a while longer before finally letting the tense boner go and sitting up on his knees. I couldn't watch him as he sat back on his butt and squirmed out of his underpants, his thick penis finally free to throb nakedly in the open air. It was time for us to show all of our beauty to each other. As Ryan moved his swollen penis closer to Robert, I worked my skinny arms up to Craig's underwear and started pulling them down. It was difficult because his round buttocks were pressing them against the bed, but the delighted boy squirmed enough to help me and the full length of his gifted boy cock started to emerge. As big as his penis was, I fully expected to see a small bush of pubic hair at the base. I was amazed when I saw his belly run in smooth perfect softness all the way to his penis without a single silver hair marring its innocence. Despite his penile growth, the boy was still just as hairless as I was. I was thrilled by that and eagerly slid my mouth down to suck and lick around the hairless base of his penis, licking his warm scrotum delightedly. He had fairly large testicles for his age but the boy's scrotum was still thick, smooth and hairless like a child's. It was almost like he was a child, just that his penis was a lot bigger than most. It was nice. My mouth ran all over the hairless boy's cock as I felt Robert suppressing immediate pleasure long enough to sit up to take his own shorts off. As he did this, Ryan cuddled up against Craig and his thick penis started rubbing itself against Craig's hip. It was close enough for me to easily kiss it, but I was wholly enchanted by this new penis and gave it my undivided attention, my small hands moving to fondle it in the slimy coating of my saliva that now covered it. My affections were working too, because Craig was the most excited of the lot of us and his penis was throbbing most frantically. As soon as Robert's young penis was freed, his big hands took hold of my underwear and I could feel it as he started pulling them down. It hurt a little as the elastic band slid over my sensitive little erection, but it felt nice when it came free and was able to rest against the cool bedspread between Craig's legs. Robert pulled them all the way down my legs, his hands instantly taking hold of my small buttocks as soon as they were freed. Craig was now the only one with a stitch of clothing on and I had managed to work his down far enough that I could worship the full size and beauty of his hairless youth. My bottom was now laying there exposed to Robert and I was a little worried that the youth would try to fuck it. Though I hadn't actually seen his penis yet, I'd seen enough to know that it was pretty big. As I thought about it, however, I worried less and actually started hoping he would stick it in my bottom. The proximity of so the cute, naked boys was making even my prepubescent butt start to lubricate itself, readying itself to admit a young lover. Robert was a long way from taking the initiative on anal sex, however. I doubt if he even thought such a thing was possible. Nonetheless, his earlier experimentation had taught him one thing and I soon felt him mounting my back again, his penis, naked now, sliding in along the crack of my butt. It felt nice feeling the hard cock pressing against my sphincter and his rhythmic humping gently pressed my own erection against the bed in a very pleasant way. Ryan's big hands were feeling all over Craig's baby soft chest to the delight of both boys. Further down, he was still pumping his small hips against the other boy's, sliding his penis against that exquisite skin. He seemed fully willing to keep doing this and I hoped he would: I could tell that his sperm would squirt beautifully across Craig's belly when he ejaculated and I thought that would be very pretty. Craig had other ideas, however. "Ryan, let me suck you," the small boy giggled excitedly. "Okay," Ryan agreed just as excitedly. The soft, naked prince eagerly scurried up higher, taking his furry five and a half inch cock in his hand and guiding it to the younger boy's pretty lips. As soon as it was close enough, Craig's slimy mouth devoured it and the boy's fingers moved to Ryan's testicles and started fondling the smooth boy sack. Ryan responded with a beautiful moan of pleasure immediately and I watched in wonder as Craig opened his throat and let the full length of Ryan's penis slip inside him. Craig looked so sweet and angelic it was hard to believe he could be such a master at this particular form of boy love. Nonetheless, I watched as his red lips slid up and down on Ryan's erection despite its thick size, the adorable boy easily sliding it in and out of his throat. Jealous that he was giving Ryan so much pleasure, I squirmed higher on his penis, took hold of it with my fingers and pointed it upward. At first, I just slipped the swollen purple head in and made it real slimy with my tongue. Then I let the silky smooth inches of his boy shaft slip between my lips. Craig obviously loved this and his squealing moans would have been very loud save for the furry penis filling his own mouth. His penis head was intensely hard and smooth, feeling almost like plastic were it not for the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat engorging it rapidly. I felt it pressing against my throat and wondered it I could possibly fit such a big thing inside it. One look at his young face swallowing Ryan's penis over and over again, however, made me determined to try. I pressed his penis head harder against the back of my throat and the pretty boy, knowing what I was trying to do, responded with a loud moan and a shivering belly of pleasure. It hurt, no doubt about it, but once the head slipped past my throat, the shaft moved in more easily. I could feel the hard penis swelling along my neck as it moved deeper, all the way in until my lips rested against the boy's baby soft, hairless pubic mound. I wanted to gag, but it was kind of neat, too, knowing how good the young boy felt by his excited breathing and squirming little body. I wasn't about to get as good at deep-throating as Prince Craig already was, but I soon learned how to do it better and was doing a passably good job on the hairless boy's huge penis. Of all of us, Robert was clearly the most excited, his tenor voice grunting as he shoved his six and a half inch cock rhythmically against my buttocks. I could feel his hard chest rubbing across my back and it felt really good. What's more, I could feel sparse pubic hairs around his hard penis tickling the tiny entrance to my body and half wanted to stop sucking Craig's penis long enough to tell the older boy to shove it inside. I didn't, however, and he didn't seem to need any additional pleasures. I really did want to see what his penis looked like though: it felt wonderful. Ryan looked rather twisted as he lay on his side and guided his own furry penis back and forth at Craig's pretty face. His slender abdomen was rippled with muscles and ribs despite his pubescent baby fat and his face looked as contorted with his exertions as it was with pleasure. He was clearly getting closer to orgasm, however, and was more than willing to endure a little discomfort if it meant he could have a pretty boy like Craig going all the way down on his cock. For my part, I got to watch his pleasure growing and his penis moving down the other boy's throat, got to watch the long smoothness of his legs as they squirmed and rippled against the other boy. My little boyhood was perhaps getting the least direct attention from another boy but it was no less excited. It was perhaps the soft, rhythmic movements of Craig's legs and Robert's chest against my naked skin, or perhaps just the sight of so much excited boy flesh all in one place. or perhaps even just the fabric of the bedspread rubbing directly against my sensitive little penis head, but I was definitely getting as worked up as the other boys. By this time, none of us could stop to wonder if there might not be a more pleasant way for us all to get each other off. We were all too close to orgasms to delay them and we were all making the sounds of love and squirming with the contractions of love. I thought about my shared orgasm with Terry and Kelly and wondered if there was some way I could link all four of us together with my mind, make it possible for all of us to climax all at the same time. Kovz, that would have been wonderful. Even as I struggled with my immature brain to manage this feat, however, young Robert couldn't control himself anymore. I could feel his body tighten almost pathetically on top of me, the firm, smooth boy grunting frantically and desperately trying to contain his cries through clenched teeth. His hips jolted his hard erection against the crack of my butt in savage jerks and the poor boy tried so hard not to lose control. Warm wetness erupted between his belly and my lower back where we held to his throbbing penis head and coaxed it to climax, and he cried out sounding more like one of us younger boys than the young adolescent that he was. His penis head, slimy with sperm now, shoved in-between our bodies, driving forward and each time propelling his young seed out on our flesh. It felt very warm and very nice. Robert was still jerking in orgasm on top of me when I heard and saw Ryan leaping into the abyss of orgasm. Craig, expert that he was, knew from the tightening of the other kid's body that he was about to climax and wrapped his lips on just the first couple of inches of cock so that the head was laying against his tongue. Like Robert, Ryan seemed to be struggling desperately to control the imminent explosion between his legs, succeeding mostly in driving ravaging spasms through his boy muscles. He shuddered dramatically for several seconds, little muscles bulging all along his tummy and thighs, then his hairless beauty started jerking in the beautiful way I adored so much. Unlike Robert, Ryan let his excitement spill out in childishly high pitched moans, grunting with each jolt that coursed through his young body. I could see Craig's lips smile around the thick penis that filled them and knew that Ryan was ejaculating into his sweet, eleven year old mouth. His fingers held to the exposed inches of shaft as his cheeks sunk in on the rest of the cock. Ryan must have ejaculated several times before I finally saw Craig's neck move as he swallowed. He didn't have an Adam's apple mind you, not even when he swallowed, but I could see the movement of muscles along his neck move. I wished that they had done what most mature boy's did after being sucked off by a hairless boy like Craig or I: pulled out and squirt sperm all over our faces. Craig was such a pretty boy it would have been nice seeing Ryan's young seed on his soft cheeks. Neither boy pursued that, however, and Craig very expertly swallowed the semen as it spurted forth from Ryan's penis. Maybe it would have been nice just to see another little boy decorated as I so often was. I mean, Craig had a big penis, but he was still a hairless boy like me. Robert was crawling off me, leaving a cool wetness on my lower back. Without his rhythmic humping, my penis wasn't getting the pleasure it had been and I instinctively started humping it against the bed spread. I wanted to rub on it, but that would have meant I would have had to lay over on my side and I never would have been able to suck Craig's penis if I did that. With my elbows now finding easy rest on Craig's smooth thighs, I was able to devote full attention to his cock. With his penis drained of its boyish cargo, young Ryan didn't waste much time in easing his uncomfortable position. Craig let his slimy penis slip from his mouth and the beautiful boy lay over on his back, gazing at his young penis as it softened in sperm and saliva. His small chest was heaving for air and the boy's tight muscles were finally able to relax. He looked thoroughly satisfied. As a thirteen year old boy, however, that wasn't likely to last too terribly long. My throat was starting to ache and I didn't think it wise or advisable to keep trying to deep throat a penis as big as little Craig's. Instead, I took hold of it with both my hands and contented myself with devouring the head and first inch of shaft. This seemed to delight Craig who moaned appreciatively and let his over-sized hands pet my blond hair lovingly. My tongue slipped along the underside of his penis head where a boy's secret pleasure spot is and it had its desired affect on the squirming little boy. Craig was apparently in no hurry to climax, or at least it took several more minutes perhaps because, despite his penis's enormous six inch length, he was still mostly hairless boy. My own little erection, at the same time, seemed to have reached the peak of the pleasure it could derive from the bedspread. Though it felt extremely good, it just didn't seem to be able to take that final leap of pleasure into orgasm. I lay there humping like mad, but the little thing just couldn't make it. As my hands rubbed the tight skin up and down on Craig's thick penis, the boy's body finally started to glow and stiffen with pleasure. I-Es high pitched voice took on a keener, almost pathetic quality and I watched his baby soft belly starting to ripple as his muscles were urged into greater readiness. His big hands slipped from my head and took hold of the bedspread. Even his knees bent as if his slender young feet were trying to dig in to the bed as well. He was still squirming, but almost spasmodically now, his naked body tightening before suddenly wiggling into a different position. All the while his pretty blue eyes smiled down at his hairless penis slipping between my lips. I don't know what I was expecting as the beautiful kid finally erupted in orgasmic bucking. Mostly I suppose I was trying to ride out his excited movement more than thinking about what was happening in his darling penis. One thing I clearly didn't expect was a sudden gusher of warm, slimy semen spewing from his swollen penis head. I mean, the boy's penis was really big but he had the face of a child and he was, after all, as baby soft and hairless as I was. I hadn't expected him to have sperm nor did I expect it to come out in such full, powerful ejaculations. Nonetheless, the full length of his penis flexed and propelled the life-giving fluid forward, squirting from his glans as if he were a young man. It rapidly filled my mouth and I was so surprised that I gagged and had to pull back, just in time for his second ejaculation to spray into my face. Smart me, I was, of course, still holding the big hairless cock pointed upward, and I suddenly found myself in the same position I'd wanted to see Craig in. Embarrassed to be so clearly showing the adorable boy's healthy penis, I awkwardly opened my mouth and tried to catch his spewing sperm even though I felt most of it squirting across my closed eyelids and all over my nose and cheeks. Both Robert and Ryan giggled as they lay naked watching me holding the bucking little boy's penis as it sprayed his young seed all over me. By the time Craig's semen was finished squirting and was running down over my small fingers, my young face was covered with his sperm. Who would have thought that the one boy I thought would still be too immature for sperm like I was would have more than both the other boys combined. I couldn't open my eyes without his sperm running into them and I lay there holding his big penis as it started softening feeling semen running down my neck and chest. I was so overwhelmed with the warm liquid, I didn't even bother humping my own little boner against the bed anymore. I was the only child in the room and felt embarrassed. Craig just lay there panting and giggling at me with the other mature youths. "Did you do it, Kelvin?" Ryan asked me through his giggles. "No," I coughed through the semen, instinctively knowing that he was asking if I'd had an orgasm. "Come on," I heard Ryan as he and Robert's hands took hold of my little shoulders. They had apparently recovered from their pleasure enough to have regained some strength because they were able to manhandle me over pretty easily. I soon found myself laying on my back between them, their hands immediately starting to rub all over my body. I still couldn't see but I knew I was laying there with my legs spread, little three inch erection pulsing bald and childish before the older boys. I felt Craig crawling up between my legs, felt his fingers starting to pet around my little boyhood. It instantly felt nicer than the bedspread and I let out a startled cry. Just as Craig start kissing my little erection, I felt a cloth rubbing across my face and realized that Ryan was helping to clear my eyes. By the time I opened them, Craig's expert mouth was delighting every hairless spot between my legs. It was magical watching him, his lips and tongue taking turns in teasing the smooth skin and pulsing little cock. Though my penis wasn't having an orgasm yet, it almost felt like the rest of my body was because it was having strange contractions of excitement long before my orgasm. As I lay watching the wonderful things being done to my boyhood, my skinny little chest and body was being caressed and explored by the other two boys. Ryan had left the trails of Craig's semen that streaked across my nipples and both boys were letting their fingertips spread it around. They were surprisingly gentle with me for boys who were relatively inexperienced at this boy sex thing and I felt adored enough that I lost any feelings of inadequacy about still being a hairless little child. Speed was clearly not on Craig's agenda as his mouth and fingers continued to fondle and coax my stiff penis. The little thing was soon glowing a bright pink and glistened all over from Craig's saliva. Even the slit on my round purple penis head was shining brightly and yawning open as if willing to ejaculate like the older boys had. I was so excited by the slow, warm, slimy movements against my naked boy cock that I heard myself starting to whimper with prepubescent excitement. I must have sounded like an abandoned little puppy, so astonished was I by how nice Craig was making my penis feel, all the time feeling the loving hands of the other boys rubbing across my skin. By the time Craig went down on me, my erection was as hard as granite and I thought I'd climax instantly. Instead, my hips, which had been so ready to receive the jolts of orgasm, started squirming helplessly, every bit of my body responding to the intense waves of pleasure emanating from between my legs. I wanted to see Craig's penis, but the way he was laying all I could see was his slimy lips, his adorable face, the top of his light brown hair, the baby soft contours of his shoulders. Kovz, he was really doing a number on me. His mouth tugged at the root of my penis and rubbed along its little three inches at the same time, all the while his fingers rubbing the slimy, hairless base and little boy balls in my scrotum. It felt huge in his mouth, pulsing frantically as his lips kissed my belly and slid up to suck on the little head over and over again. Obviously my boyhood wasn't big enough to deep throat, but Craig obviously knew what to do with hairless erections just as well. This boy was an expert cock sucker for sure. I was building to an awesome orgasm and I knew it. It felt so good it almost scared me and I lay there squirming and crying as the older boys' big hands rubbed all over my chest and across my hairless armpits. I cried out loudly as the pleasure in my penis started building even more rapidly, feeling the boys holding me tightly to keep me from hurting myself "Oh, Kovz!" my squeaky voice cried excitedly. "Kovz! " I didn't think it could feel any better until it suddenly doubled and orgasm slammed all through my naked body. "Oh!" I whimpered, pleasure almost stabbing rhythmically through my little penis. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I cried, my little body frantically jerking the little cock into Craig's warm mouth, the young prince happily sucking all the pleasure out of the little thing. It felt so at home between his lips and well it might -- the young thing was the perfect size for his mouth and he made it feel wonderful. For a hairless little boy, I knew how to let it enjoy itself and I lay there happily as it flexed in childish joy. Finally as relieved as the three of them were, I lay smiling as Craig continued to suck the last hardness from my boyhood. By the time he let it go, it looked tiny and soggy, laying spent and exhausted. "That felt great," I smiled at the adorable boy. We all lay recovering together on the bed and I for one would have been happy to stay there having sex with Craig all day. The pretty prince even invited us to stay. Still, there was a lot of work to be done at Yellow. It might have had a prince and president who understood what was permissible, but it was still a town filled with shy, doubtful kids. Someone, someday would have to guide them into boy sex. It might as well be today. It might as well be me.