The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Eight: The Littlest Angels I heard the shower running as I walked down the narrow hall to the door and happily leaned my head in to see who it was. As fate would have it, it was Bobby. His small, skinny body stood under a shower head and the clear water cascaded down his bare skin. He was the smallest boy I had ever really seen naked and I found myself immediately infatuated with him. With his clothes on, Bobby was an adorable little boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and a shy smile. Naked, he looked like something out of a dream, an ideal, perfect vision of young boyhood. I may have just had an orgasm with Dean, but Bobby's naked little body was so different from any I had ever seen in such vulnerability, so beautifully small and boyish, that my own young body instantly responded. He was washing his hair as I stood gazing at him, his thin arms raised high as he rinsed the soap from his hair and face. The little pits of the boy's underarms were as smooth and hairless as one might well imagine, pale and soft looking. His nipples were as tiny as dimes, erect in the cool shower, sitting on the smallest mounds of boy muscle I had ever seen. His little chest wasn't flat by any means, but the mounds were very little and very soft looking. Beneath them I could see his slender rib cage poking out against his boyish skin, the water running over them making the flesh look even smoother, over his small abdomen and the little hole of his baby-like belly button. As usual, it was the small penis between his legs that really tugged at my heart. Bobby's penis looked as hairless, and fresh and clean as any nine-year-old boy's ought to. Surprisingly, it wasn't a lot smaller than mine: a three inch penis looks awfully pretty on a boy who is only four feet tall. His testicles were small, pale pink and, of course, completely hairless. His little penis lay on them innocently, slender and clean, the small circumcised head forming a cute, light purple knob at the end that looked so pretty I felt an odd longing to flick the tip of my tongue against its little slit. All around his penis and down his skinny thighs and legs was nothing but smooth, pale skin. I gazed with aching love at the naked, skinny little body of the small boy and knew I couldn't keep myself from him. I was bewitched by his youth and innocence, the exquisite perfection of his hairless body, the hardness of his little rib cage poking out at his soft, unblemished skin. The adorable little angel turned and smiled up at me as I approached him, nothing more than a bashful blush at the throbbing penis between my legs. "Hello," his childlike voice said to me as I leaned against the tiles of the shower wall and smiled down at his naked body. "Hi," I said. "Did you go swimming?" The child nodded and again his bright blue eyes blushed down at my hairless erection with boyish curiosity. "Your wiener looks funny," he giggled. I looked down at it, the stiff, pale shaft glowing a pretty pink, the small head shining a bright purple that begged for attention. It wanted Bobby and I knew it. The sweet, nine year old virgin had no idea how badly my penis wanted him. I just shrugged and smiled down at it, feeling embarrassed to be so excited in front of the innocent child's eyes. "I'll wash you," I volunteered, not waiting for the boy to answer as I scooped up the soap from the tray and started lathering my hands. Bobby just smiled and blushed, his skinny body still standing beneath the spray. "Here," I said, gently guiding his skinny little shoulders back out of the shower's path. I felt my breath panting as I knelt down and allowed my soap-slimy hands to lay against the boy's little chest. He felt marvelous. I could feel how small and hard his little body was and could feel the life beating in him, young and vibrant. Slowly my hands slid over the little mounds of his chest and gently caressed his little nipples, the pretty things so small they didn't need to be erect to look childlike. Bobby giggled boyishly as I slipped my fingers into his armpits and gently petted the smooth flesh I found there. His arms hung down at his sides putting gentle pressure against my hands, feeling wonderful as I slid them down his baby soft sides and felt the gentleness of his skinny chest taper ever so slightly to an even thinner abdomen. The firm ridges of his child-sized ribs passed under my palms and I felt how hard and little they were. I smiled at his angelic face as my palms slid across his skinny abdomen, gently rubbed soap across his tummy and little belly button. He was so innocent his stomach didn't even twitch with nervousness though my hands were now only inches from his hairless boyhood. I ran my hands slowly up and down his body, delighting in his small innocence, the soft smoothness of his boyish skin, then slowly rubbing down his skinny arms, little more than skin and bones, without obvious muscle and not even silver boy hairs marring their softness. His cute face looked happy and, though his little cheeks were flushed, he didn't seem in the slightest bit concerned that I was feeling his naked body. "Now, turn around," I said, soaping my hands as I saw his skinny shoulders turned to me, his butt looking small and cute above his thin, pale legs. I started at his shoulders which were so small I could easily hold them in my hands, then slowly felt across the sharp little ridges of his shoulder blades with no muscle to get in the way of his young bones. I felt him shiver and giggle as I felt down the small bumps of his vertebrae then held his skinny body between my hands and rubbed soap all up and down his soft back, my fingers again sliding beneath his arms to pet his hairless little armpits. I was so in love with his little body that I sighed and pressed my cheek against his skinny back, allowed my hands to slide around to his little chest and feel it. "You're so cute, Bobby," I cooed without meaning to. My hands slid slowly over his hard little rib cage again and the boy giggled as my fingers inevitably tickled his sensitive skin. I felt him tense in my arms as my hands moved between his legs and he let out a startled gasp as my fingers came in contact with his smooth, bald little penis. I closed my eyes as I felt it, imaging how pretty the little thing was as I held it between my thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down, felt how small and rubbery it was. My other hand found the child's testicles and I caressed them as he giggled nervously, uncertain what I was doing to him but too polite a boy to stop me. I fondled the little penis in the soap like this for several minutes but Bobby didn't get an erection. He also didn't ask me to stop and I let my thumb slide down until it was petting the soft, little head of his penis. His small body grew even more tense at this and I could feel his soft abdomen ripple with firm young boy muscle. "It's all right, Bobby," I cooed to the child as my thumb rhythmically rubbed his little penis head. I could feel his penis starting to stiffen now, felt his boyish heart awkwardly pumping blood into the sensitive innocence of his childish penis. It took almost a minute, but I had soon managed to caress the little thing into a full blown erection and I could feel his skinny little penis shaft pulsing boyishly between my fingers. I laid my palm down across the child's first erection and felt how hard and little it felt, how smooth and hairless it was between his soft legs. "How'd you do that?" his girl-like voice asked, sounding nervous and a little frightened. It was so high-pitched and yet so smooth and unbroken that I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. "It's just an erection," I said, gently turning his skinny little body around, careful not to let my hand slip from the innocent beauty of his little penis. Being able to see my own hairless erection seemed to comfort the child and he grinned boyishly at me and I let him see his throbbing little cock. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. "Uh-huh," he nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking at his penis with innocent curiosity. "Rinse off," I said, holding his skinny shoulders as he stepped beneath the shower again and the water caressed the soap from his pretty skin. When it was all off, I giggled and pressed his little body against the shower wall, allowing my stiff penis to rub against his soft little butt. It felt wonderful, but I quickly let him go before I scared him and ran back to the locker room. Bobby automatically turned the shower off and was soon running after me giggling, his stiff penis sticking straight out between his legs like a little flagpole. It looked so cute above his little bouncing testicles and the soft pink skin between his legs. He cornered me against the bench and pushed me back against it, his small, skinny body pushing to sit on top of me. Not wanting to make him work too hard, I took hold of his little body beneath his hairless armpits and helped lift him up on my lap, seeing his cute face contorted in giggles and mock toughness. His smooth, skinny thigh was pressing against my stiff penis and making it hurt but I didn't move him: his own little erection was pushed against my belly and his soft little chest was only inches from mine. I held to his rib cage and felt the pleasures of his squirming little body on top of me before finally pulling him in close to my chest, his tiny nipples finally coming to rest against the small mounds of my little muscles. It was heaven and Bobby seemed to enjoy it too because he lapsed into giggles and I soon felt him instinctively rubbing his penis against my abdomen. I looked into his adorable eyes and he looked momentarily afraid that I was going to get mad at him- nonetheless, he kept humping his little penis against me, rhythmically causing it to slide up and down my skin. "Do you like that, Bobby?" I asked, holding to his small back as he swallowed uncomfortably at me. He was apparently too embarrassed to look me in the eye for he looked away, first down between our chests in an effort to see his penis, then over his back as if it were down there, then back down our chests again. All the while, he kept humping gently against me, his instincts guiding his hips to move his penis up and down, in and out. "It feels good," he said after another moment of this. "I know it does," I said, still holding his naked little body and allowing him to hump to his heart's content. I allowed my hands to feel over his soft sides again, gently rubbed over his little armpits and small chest while he kept humping. I don't know if it was the gentle rhythmic movements of his body or simply the excitement of seeing his smooth, hairless nudity that set me off, but I soon felt myself growing dizzy with pleasure and I started jerking in boyish orgasm in seconds, my mind aware of nothing but the softness of Bobby and the beauty of his little prepubescent body. If he noticed my orgasm, the child said nothing, just kept humping me as if nothing had happened. He didn't even seem to be getting more excited himself, just enjoyed the pleasurable caresses against his penis. "Bobby," I managed to pant at length. "Let's try something else." The nervous, embarrassed boy stood up as I held to his hairless armpits and lifted him to his feet, his little boy dick sticking out straight and pulsing with erection, looking a raw pink color now from its friction with my body. Standing, I turned the hesitant boy around and sat him down on the bench, his adorable face looking even cuter as his baby blue eyes looked up at me uncertainly. I gently pressed his skinny shoulders back on the bench and he was soon laying down on it with his thin legs dangling over the end. His body looked small and pink, all of it the same pale color, all hairless and soft and smooth. Laying down made his ribs poke even more visibly through his skin which only made him look cuter to my adoring eyes. I looked down at the pulsing little penis with adoring love. It was so small and yet looked perfectly sized for his hairless little body. The head was now a stiff knob on the end of his skinny white shaft and it shined a bright purple in the light. Smiling lovingly at him, I crawled down between his knees and slowly moved my face toward his hairless pink scrotum. His little testicles hung obediently in their sack of boy flesh and my fingers fondled them tenderly, loving them long before they would begin producing the sweet sperm the boy would one day have. I let my arms hang over his smooth thighs as I moved my lips toward his penis. Without holding the little erection, I pressed my lips against the swollen little head and kissed it back against his hairless belly. This obviously terrified the little boy and he started to sit up, but I held my lips against his cock and he soon gave up, his little chest starting to swell for air now as fear and pleasure confused his innocent mind. Eager to taste his clean young penis, I slid my tongue out and licked it, feeling its hard warmth and the gentle beating of his boyish heartbeat in the skinny erection. "Kely," the boy protested quietly, obviously frightened to be licked down there and uncertain what to do about it. I didn't give him time to think about it for I slowly slipped my lips over the little head and felt his stiff boyhood slide into my warm, slimy mouth. I heard him gasp at this and he started to sit up again, but I held his skinny thighs in place and he lay back down hopelessly. "What are you doing to it?" his high pitched voice whined. I didn't answer him as my lips slid up and down on his little penis, sucking gently on it and urging it to free the child of his innocence and open him to the pleasures of puberty. "Kely, it feels funny," the boy said, half gasping, half crying. I wanted to comfort him and I was going to as soon as he had felt his first orgasm, as soon as he knew the pleasure of his penis. Frantically my blond head bobbed up and down on his penis, feeling it slide in and out my lips, the smooth, slender shaft, followed by the little swollen head. It tasted so good on my tongue, felt so sweet and boyish. It was nice to be between his legs, to be sucking on his hairless penis and knowing that a childish orgasm was eager to jump out of that little cocklet. "Kely, you're doing something to it," he cried out fearfully, so afraid of losing his penis's innocence. I ignored him and sucked on it faster and harder. The little thing seemed to be alive with the beating of his heart, pulsing rhythmically and incessantly. "Kely!" he cried out. His body sat up part way as orgasm flooded into him. He was too young for a terribly powerful orgasm, but it was strong enough to make his body buck up and down, uncertain how to control the passion in between his little legs. He sat there bucking, his girlish voice grunting softly in terror and delight. I could feel him flexing his penis in a useless effort to ejaculate, but the sweet thing was far too young for sperm and could do nothing more than give the boy pleasure. "What are you doing?" he still cried as orgasm dominated him. Finally his naked, skinny body started to relax and he fell back on the bench gasping frantically and crying. His ribs bulged with every breath of air and he was so exhausted by the effort of his body that his skinny arms dangled over the sides of the bench revealing the pale, hairless skin on his armpits. I could feel his penis rapidly losing its stiffness and growing little again but I kept sucking on it until it was completely limp. Very gently I slid it out of my lips and licked up the excess saliva, the child recovering enough to stare down at his penis to make certain it was all right. "What did you do?" he managed to say, still half crying and unable to sit up. "You had an orgasm," I smiled to him, crawling around his legs and sitting on my knees beside his little chest. Tenderly, I lay an arm on his belly and lovingly rubbed his little chest to comfort him. "It's okay, Bobby," I smiled, leaning forward to kiss one of his little nipples. "All boys have them. They feel good." Bobby's eyes lost their fear immediately and again looked down at his slimy, red penis. Slowly his fingers moved between his legs and gently prodded the limp, hairless little thing causing it to roll slightly on his smooth belly. His thin lips hung open and he continued to fondle it for a long time. He was obviously too embarrassed to speak, but he didn't seem afraid anymore and I stood up beside him. "Come on," I smiled, pulling on one of his arms and helping him to his feet. He continued to stare at his penis as it swung around to lay pillowed on his small hairless testicles. "Do you want to go swimming with me?" I asked him. He glanced up at me then looked back down at his penis and shook his head. He didn't look frightened, just uncertain and confused. An afternoon to think about it would be good for him. "Okay. I'll see you at dinner." I left him standing there, naked and deflowered. For the rest of his life the little boy would remember his first orgasm and the pleasure he was introduced to in the boys' locker room. Dean and the other little virgins were in the swimming pool and all nine of them wore baby blue swimsuits, most in the baggy kind that hid their penis bulges, but a couple of the smaller boys in the tight panties popular in Kovzland. Prince Craig, Prince Kelly and Prince Robby were also there and they all wore the bikini swimsuits: the only one who was allowed to be naked in front of the children was me unless I said they could do otherwise, so the princes were all behaving themselves. They were sitting at the pool side table watching the virgins playing their water games and waved me over when I came out. I could feel the eyes of the shy boys in the pool glancing at my naked body as I went over to sit with my friends. I took my own glance at them and saw Dean standing in the water at the shallow end. He had a small ball in his hands, but he just stood there holding it as he stared at my naked little penis. I could see his bare chest clearly now, small and slender, but looking very hard with young muscle. His body was by no means muscular and his shoulders were still thin and not broadened like a young man's, but his chest swelled out beneath two small, dark brown nipples, and the skin looked extremely smooth and hard. He was such a cute boy. He had also been the one that Erin had been watching most intently during his visit and I realized I should do something to let the King know that the boy was available. Dean was pretty willing to have sex now and perhaps it would be best to have tender, experienced Erin seduce one of the shyer, more nervous boys. I would have to think about that. If Erin wanted a specific boy, I would have to indulge him, not because he was my king but because he was one of my oldest friends in my life before our return to Kovzland and I wanted to make him happy. "Kely, let me have Brian tonight," Craig asked immediately, pushing out a chair so I could sit down next to him, which I did. Craig was still as adorable as he had been earlier in the week and it was obvious that he fully accepted his sexuality and was eager to share it with other boys. His pubescent hormones seemed incongruous with his soft, pretty face. "You can have him next week if Red picks him in the Draft," I smiled boyishly at him. "Oh, come on," he giggled. "You can't teach all the boys. You won't be able to walk. Let me have Brian and Bobby." I blushed. "Bobby's already been taken care of..." "You mean you..." Craig said sitting up. I shrugged. "Gee, Kely," Robby said. "He was only a little boy." "I like little boys," I shrugged bashfully. "So do I," Craig grinned, reaching over and squeezing my penis until I giggled. "Seriously, though, Kelvin," he said with a solemn expression on his face that looked cute on his sweet face. "You should let each of the princes play with one of the boys." "I might let Robby and Kelly have one," I teased. "But you'd probably ruin a boy forever." "Kely," a high pitched voice said behind me. I turned to find Brian standing there, blushing and looking down at a face mask he held in his hands. "Yeah?" I asked. "Well, we were wondering what we were supposed to do after swimming." I was momentarily confused by this until I realized that the boys thought I was setting their schedule for them. "Hi," Craig said to the bashful boy before I could respond. "Hello, Your Highness," the boy said, blushing even brighter. "Red House is putting on a show tonight if you want to come watch it with me," the prince continued. "Craig..." I cautioned. "You can do whatever you want to, Brian. You don't have to ask my permission." "So it's okay if he goes to the show with me?" Craig said. "If he wants to, Your Highness." "Do you want to, Brian?" he asked the nervous boy. "Yeah, I guess so..." Troy replied. He was looking down and I realized he was staring at my naked, hairless penis. A big erection was obvious in his swim trunks. I let him look. "Tell the other boys they can do whatever they want to, Brian," I told him at length, and he turned away blushing and went back to the pool. "If you make him do anything, Craig..." I turned to the Prince. "I won't. He's going to like the show though." He grinned and watched the boy jump into the water. "Well, who do you guys want," I asked the younger princes. Kelly just blushed and turned away, but Robby was shrugging his shoulders. "Who, Robby?" I smiled. "Tracey, I guess," the boy blushed. He said it as if he didn't really care but it was pretty obvious he was interested in the little blond pubescent. "Okay, Tracey's yours." He got a cute little smile on his face then stood up. "I guess I'll go swimming now," he said, and I smiled following his soft, slender back to the pool. "You're not going to regret this, Kely," Craig grinned, his small chest bulging with hard muscle as he pushed himself to his feet and followed Robby toward the water. "There's one boy you could really help with, Kelly," I told my young friend, when the other boys were gone. "Who?" his high pitched voice asked. "Bobby. He's only nine years old and he shouldn't even be in the Draft. I think he was pretty confused a little while ago and you could help him." He smiled that cute, happy smile of his. "Okay." The cat was out of the bag now and I knew that I was soon going to have to give the young boys to all the princes and maybe a president or guardian too. I wasn't certain that this was a good idea, but it did take away my trouble in educating a bunch of innocent children. It was fun sometimes, but I could always go to Baby Blue if I wanted a virgin. In a sense, it made things easier for me. In another, it made them tougher, because I was now going to have to scurry about and keep tabs on all the boys until I was certain they were properly introduced to sex and that none of them were abused. Not an easy thing to do with eleven innocent boys and eight horny princes. By the time I finally got up to go swimming, all of the princes and King Erin were in the pool with the virgin boys and all of them obeyed the rules and kept their swimsuits on. I noticed that they were all buddying up with the boy they had been assigned and that was nice. At one point, Robby came over and informed me that he didn't think he could get Tracey unless his friend Lee went along with it because the two boys were inseparable, and I shrugged my shoulders and told him he could have both if he could get them. Even Ryan down for a swim. He still had Robert in tow and both boys were being friendly to the virgins As we swam, Kelly excused himself and went in search of Bobby. Kelly finally found little Bobby in the child's bedroom. "Hi," the young prince said, bursting through the open door without waiting for an invitation. He was wearing just his swimsuit, his small chest exposed. Bobby had crawled into his white gym shorts and a white mesh tank top. "My name's Kelly," the prince said, sitting down on the bed beside the nervous child. Bobby didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" Kelly asked. The child shrugged his shoulders after a moment and Kelly slowly put his arm around them. This didn't seem to trouble Bobby: little boys are used to other boys touching them. "You want to go bike riding?" Kelly asked after a moment. "I don't have a bike," Bobby shrugged, though his eyes lit up with interest. "There's a bunch of them down by the traits. Haven't you ever been there?" Bobby shook his head. "Well, come on then. " Like the Labar school, Kovzland had bike trails for boys to ride on and the two little boys both got bikes and enjoyed the steep hills and ramps for more than an hour. Kelly was much better than the smaller boy, but he was sure to stay slow and not jump any big ramps or anything so the little boy didn't get hurt. By the time they stopped for a rest, they had become good friends. They stopped in the woods near the river, several feet off the trail near a soft, grassy area, leaving the bikes laying on the ground and sitting beside each other near the water. They talked about normal boyish things for a long while before Kelly finally got up the nerve to put his arm around the boy's thin shoulders again. The skin on his shoulder felt soft and smooth and Kelly caressed it gently. This seemed to kill the conversation because Bobby became very quiet. After a few minutes, Kelly lay back on the grass and lay his hands up over his head, the nine year old boy turning and looking down his bare skinny chest and hairless belly. There was a cool breeze in the shade and Kelly's nipples were erect in tiny little spots on his boyish chest. Bobby finally lay back down beside him and they stared up into the trees. For more than ten minutes they lay like this not speaking, just enjoying the day, then Kelly stood up and calmly pushed his swimsuit down his legs, his small, hairless penis dangling on his pink testicles. "What are you doing?" Bobby asked, not fearfully, but curiously. "I don't like wearing clothes all the time," Kelly answered, blushing despite himself as he lay back down. "Won't we get in trouble?" Bobby asked. "No," Kelly said, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "It doesn't matter." Bobby seemed to think about this, then sat up and pulled his tank top up his skinny body. He dropped it aside, then, after a moment's hesitation, squirmed his shorts down his legs and lay back down beside Kelly, both of them naked and hairless in the cool summer's day. "Do you play with your penis?" Bobby asked in a frightened little voice. "Yeah," Kelly smiled. "It feels good." Bobby was silent for a moment then said, "With other boys?" Kelly was blushing, but he nodded. He sat up with a start when he felt Bobby's small fingers fondling the hairless boyhood between his legs and when he looked over he found the nine year old boy blushing and grinning, still holding Kelly's penis. Kelly just grinned back and sat up on his elbows, watching as the shy little boy's fingers felt around the soft, warm flesh between his legs. Kelly was blushing too, but he sat up and faced Bobby, reaching out and caressing the other boy's penis and little testicles. Soon they were both giggling, sitting on their small bottoms and fondling each other. "I like it," Bobby blushed, his tender fingers tugging on Kelly's limp penis. Neither of the little boys got erections as they played with each other the in the silent calm near the river. They explored and caressed each other's bodies and discovered the gentle pleasures of boy love without getting excited, just enjoying having their penises fondled and stroked. They wrestled in the nude for a long time, Kelly holding back and letting the smaller boy overpower him sometimes, their skinny bodies and smooth skins rubbing together, small penises flopping about on their thighs and bellies as they played. It was already getting dark before they finally remounted their bicycles and rode home, both still naked, both giggling as their penises bounced against the bike seats. When they returned to the palace, they came into the dining room where we had already started eating. Some of Bobby's bashfulness returned when all the boys stared at his small, naked body, but Kelly was there with him just as naked and they took their seats side by side and it was okay. In fact, they both giggled and joked so much through dinner together that it would have seemed odd not to have two naked little boys at the table with us. Needless to say, the virgins were all astonished by this flagrant display of hairless boyhoods, but they said nothing, just stole glances at the small boy chests and adjusted stiff penises in their pants. To the extent that it was possible, prepubescent little Bobby, whether he was going to be a lamb or a Satyr, was one of us now. With Dean safely in the fold, that meant that it was two down and nine to go. I had expected that it would be a quiet evening. The boys had just arrived and, though I'd already seduced Bobby and Dean, I really was planning to give the boys a little while to get comfortable in the palace, one night at least. After dinner, however, as the royal family and Guardians took a chance to get to know our young charges, one of the boys seemed to take an instant and intense interest in me. In actuality, I'm sure it was really nothing more than the normal efforts of a boy to get to know another boy. I knew enough about boys, however, to know that such "normal" efforts conceal the earliest attractions and affections of young manhood. The boy came over to me after blushing and bashfully accepting his introductions to the Royal Family. He was adorable (is there a twelve year old boy who isn't?), with medium length, light brown hair and brilliant, baby blue eyes. I know I use the expression of baby blue eyes to excess, but this boy's were a very light shade of blue and very sparkly. Add to that the fact that the blue pupils looked as large as saucers and made the black of the irises and the long black lashes even more pronounced and... well, this boy had BABY blue eyes, no fooling. He still had the decidedly boyish skin of childhood with a round, cheeky face and a small, boyish nose. His face was not near so smooth looking as it was perfectly soft with the uniform, pale tan color across his cheeks marred only by the brightness of his eyes and the soft red of his lips. He didn't look at all feminine, just boyish, but Kovz how many women would have killed for those eyelashes, lips and baby soft skin. He was wearing blue jeans and a baggy blue pullover shirt. Neither his hands nor feet betrayed any abnormally rapid growth (a sure sign of early puberty), but his body seemed much firmer and better toned than his soft face would have suggested. Most noticeable of all was that there was a surprisingly large bulge between his legs, enough to make me start fantasizing about the penis that lay beneath. He smiled and blushed at me as he came over and stood beside me, not speaking for awhile. Even though I was still pretty young myself, I could feel an exciting electricity between our bodies and could practically feel waves of puppy love emanating from him. I found myself glancing over to see his blushing young face and felt my heart starting to beat faster. My little boyhood quickly rose to attention in my shorts as if it realized before I did that I was thinking about giving it pleasure again. Kovz, the little thing was a eager. "My name's, Troy," the boy suddenly said beside me. He had a very cute voice, high pitched and boyish, but very smooth, just the way a boy sounds before he enters puberty and the lovely soprano is lost forever. "What's yours?" "I know," my childish voice squeaked excitedly. My face flushed crimson immediately. "I mean, we met earlier. My name's Kelvin, I'm, uh, I'm a Guardian." "What do Guardians do?" he asked. An image of me taking the boy, who was a little taller than me, and giving him a huge kiss on the lips flashed before my eyes and I swallowed nervously. I shrugged, as much to cover my reaction as anything. "Just stuff," I said, assuming the boy didn't want to hear about how we went around kissing boys like him, not to mention what we did to young penises. I looked over at him to find his beautiful blue eyes smiling at me, his baby soft cheeks rosy with blush or innocence. Like Prince Craig, the pretty boy had little dimples in his cheeks and they grew more pronounced as his smile tightened and he looked down briefly, only to follow that with a bashful look up through his long black lashes. Kovz, what a sweetheart. Dean and Bobby may have attracted more immediate reaction upon meeting, but when little Troy turned on his boyish charm he was extremely captivating. Could he be thinking about me the way I was thinking about him? I stole a glance at his jeans. The bulge, though beautifully round and attractive, didn't look any bigger than it had before. Perhaps the little guy had an erection all the while... "Do you like the palace?" I asked, not wanting to end our conversation. He shrugged and tipped his beautiful head to the side non-committally. The movement made his thick mop of light brown hair move easily from side to side and made his bangs fall down into his pretty eyes. The bangs must have bothered him for he jerked his head to the side and made the hair sail backward, his adorable boy face returning with another dimpled blush and endearing smile through long lashes. "What's wrong with it?" I asked, longing for the boy to be happy here, anywhere he might go. He just shrugged again and his soft cheeks got redder. I looked at him for a long while until I started to worry that he would think I was strange for staring so long. Kovz, my penis sure did like him. "Do you like the other boys?" I asked. "They're okay," his sweet voice replied softly. "But I don't know them." "You don't have any friends here, do you?" I asked, remembering a time when I was alone in a strange place with no friends. He didn't answer this but the way he blushed and the way his pretty smile faltered for a moment, I knew it was true. Seeing my opening now, I smiled and stood up a little taller. "I'll be your friend then," I declared boyishly. The look of delight on his face was easy to see for a moment, but he quickly covered it with a brighter blush. He was a real cherub, reminding me more of Prince Craig with every passing moment. "Come on," I said, my small hand giving the boy's shoulder an affectionate push as I started toward the doors to the garden. "Where you going, Kely?" Calvin asked. Even before I glanced back, I could feel the knowing smile on his face. "We're going to go play," my childish voice declared simply, causing Troy to giggle as he followed me outside. The sun was just going down over the mountains on the far side of the lake, meaning that we had a good hour of daylight left. More than enough time to seduce an adoring boy like Troy. Well, maybe not... It wasn't fifteen minutes later that my new friend's bashful but curious questions made me realize that, not only was he a virgin, but he had never even heard about things like sex. Most of our boys had come off the streets of the largest cities around and most of them had, if not actually engaged in some pretty intense sex with either boys or girls, had certainly heard enough of the rumors. I had assumed that a boy as beautiful as Troy would have been seduced at a very young age. Once he'd gotten used to the naked statues of boys that appeared all throughout the maze of the garden, I managed to distract him enough to learn that he had grown up in a small village near Secundas, about as far west as a person could get on this continent without disappearing in the ocean. Secundas was one of the younger kingdoms and was still very much subject to civil wars and brigandry. It was one of these, probably the latter, that had spirited the pretty boy away, presumably after the murder of his parents and siblings, though he didn't want to talk much about that. Over several weeks, he had been transported to Labar where he was sold as a slave boy, a big market even in a relatively advanced kingdom like Labar. It seemed like everybody who had boys wanted to get rid of them and everybody who didn't have them wanted them. Even a common boy, if healthy, could fetch a good price. A boy as good looking as Troy was sure to attract a good price from the Army -- if not in Labar, then in Raykov or Tarsec. As it was, however, an extremely large amount was bid for him by none other than David, my brother Guardian. Afraid and uncertain about what would happen next, the young boy, who by his own admission was only twelve, was whisked off to a miniature palace hidden in a townhouse (the Labar Keep, I knew) and just as quickly herded in with a large group of boys taking yet another journey. For him, everything had been a strange blur since leaving his home and now he found himself in the palace with no friend or family anywhere. I was a bit surprised that some boy hadn't gone to some lengths to befriend him because he was terribly cute. After talking with him for a while, however, it was also clear that he was pretty shy. It was getting darker before we finally found ourselves in one of the garden's many clearings and it was one of extraordinary beauty. It was round and covered with thick, healthy grass. In the middle was one of the garden's many fountains and, like most of the fountains in the garden, there was an orange fire strategically glowing from two fronds near the middle. The fountain itself consisted of a boy of about thirteen. He had a slender but muscular young body and his five inch penis was sticking out excitedly between his legs, a little bush of sparse pubic hairs at the base. The boy, as beautiful as young Troy, was holding to his erection and the look on his cute face was one of extreme ecstasy. Water, glistening with the orange firelight, sprayed up in torrents all around the statue but also squirt from the maturing penis head with rhythmic consistency. Troy, having grown somewhat immune to the strange behavior demonstrated by the statues, didn't seem as entranced by it as I was and I had to tear my eyes away to give more attention to the boy. "Troy," I suddenly said, my boyhood starting to throb again with the expectant promise of the statue. "Have you ever played with yourself before?" It was a pretty forthright question and I was horribly embarrassed to ask it. As they say, however, my little head was doing the thinking for my big head and ask it I did. Troy's beautiful face was filled with confusion. In the soft orange light of the fires and the deepening blue of twilight, he was like a god standing before me. Not a god of war or even of love, however, but a god of innocence. Kovz! I thought my tight jeans would burst open with my little erection. "What do you mean?" the boy asked, tipping his head in that way that made him have to swing his bangs back out of his eyes again. "You know..." I said, so embarrasses I couldn't look at him even though I yearned to. "Jerk off. Masturbate. You know, bop your baloney." This last sounded so ridiculous that I started giggling, clearly just succeeding in causing young Troy more confusion. "Is it a game?" he asked, smiling uncertainly to see me giggling. His innocent question made me laugh out loud, though it was more from embarrassment than from entertainment. "Yeah," I giggled. "See that boy there?" I asked, putting an arm around him and pointing him toward the statue in the fountain. Kovz, his body felt nice. Even through his shirt, I could tell how smooth and soft his skin was. "That boy's playing with himself." To my surprise, he giggled with me. For a brief moment, I thought he might know what I was getting at but then he said, "He looks silly." I didn't giggle as much as he did by his answer. His body felt warm and nice against my arm. "Troy, will you take your clothes off if I take mine off" I asked. In the orange glow of the fire, I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not but his face didn't look troubled by it. I wondered if Secundas was one of those places where boys our age go around naked all the time. "Why?" he asked with a shrug. "I don't know," I sighed. "Look, let's take our clothes off, okay?" I sat down on the marble bench and started pulling my shoes off. "It's getting dark. Shouldn't we be getting back to the palace?" he asked. Shit! Kovz, my little boner was pulsing to the point of bursting. Still... it would be nice to see the boy in the full light and not in this ghastly glow, and it would be a lot more comfortable snuggling with him in a bed rather than... "Okay," I nodded. "But can we take our clothes off when we get there?" He shrugged again, apparently confused by my eagerness to get naked with him. "I guess," he said, without much interest. "If you want to." The walk back to the palace felt like the longest in my life, but if Troy had any worry about my pubescent behavior in the clearing he gave no sign. Instead, he kept on a bantering monologue about how he had done this or seen that on his travels. I scarcely showed any reaction to any of these, even though some of his claims were pretty unlikely (I mean, I just couldn't picture young Troy killing a mosquito, much less a dragon and three brigands). All I could think about was getting the boy naked and in the sack with me, that and worrying that someone or something at the palace would distract him away from me. When we finally got back, I steered the boy rather easily through the Hall of Boys. Despite all those life-like statues and the graphic scenes they presented, however, Troy seemed far more interested in his stories than he did in boy sex. In fact, he insisted I go by his room to see it. I was eager to get him to my room, but his would do just as well; that is... until, he opened the door and I remembered he had a roommate. We put them together like this on purpose with the hopes that one of the boys would take the initiative to approach the other. It seldom happened, but it was always a great burden if the participant was a virgin and hadn't been through the Rite of Passage before the Draft. His roommate was Daniel Wyer, a very cute, blond-haired, thirteen year old . When we entered, he was laying on the lower bunk in blue jeans and a white T-shirt. Although not much taller than Troy and I, all his added height was in his legs, giving him the gangly, pubescent look that I adored so much. He was also both skinny and boyishly muscular at the same time, an attribute I also liked a lot. Finally, his voice was taking on the ragged edge of one that was right on the verge of changing. Attracted as much by his hormones as by anything, I allowed myself to be pulled into the room. I started wondering if I could seduce both the boys at the same time and my little boyhood pulsed excitedly in approval. He was reading a comic book, his big feet laying flat against the bed, his knees spread apart and showing a nice sized bulge. (Yeah, we even had comic books in Kovzland - all-boy, of course. Most were totally X-rated since all of the artists were Kovz Boys, but some were mildly tame, focusing on the platonic friendships and non-sexual love affairs between boys. It was a great introduction for the younger boys who got to read first about what good friends other boys could be, progressing to how much love boys could feel for each other, eventually getting to boys kissing each other and boys doing "heavy petting" before finally exploding into full blown boy sex. They were really miraculous works of art, far more detailed than cartoonish. Kovz Boys seemed to have an incredible knack for art in all its forms and the boys who drew the comic books were particularly dedicated. More than one boy grew up masturbating to the exciting pictures and idyllic love affairs, a habit that could sometimes be difficult to break them of later on. Since we exported them in fairly large numbers, I expect that a lot more boys in Labar and Raykov were masturbating to our comic books than to the catalogs of women's clothing that circulated. (There was a broad range of topics surprisingly enough, though in the earlier days there weren't quite so many. A lot of them did focus on life in Kovz City and Zanvera Island, but there were stories about other lands as well, some of rather bland cities with boy friends going through their normal puppy loves, others of fantasy worlds of dragons where muscular young kids defeated the monster together and made wild love to each other afterward. They were really cool. Unfortunately, my artistic talents were always literary and still are -- otherwise I'd have done this whole thing in Kovz Boy comic book style. Kovz, it would have been nice to draw the boys I can see now only in dreams.) Daniel put the comic book aside to chat with us a little. He was a very pleasant boy, calm and relaxed and clearly rather affectionate. Apart from a brief introduction, however, Troy was more than willing to leave and go to my room. Not now, my boyhood seemed to say. The little thing wanted both of them. "We could all play a game here..." I offered hesitantly and uncertainly. "Like what?" Daniel asked. "Yeah, like what?" Troy echoed. I felt pretty embarrassed to get pinned down like this and squirmed a little where I stood, my cheeks and neck feeling hot. "Well... we could wrestle..." Daniel smiled at me then turned back to his comic book. "I'd kick your ass," he said. "Yeah," Troy giggled. "We'd kick your ass." He blushed brightly at this, like a sweet boy who thinks he's just said a cuss word. "But..." I said, in a boyishly seductive voice that sounded more conspiratorial than sexual. "I bet you and me could kick Daniel's ass." "Come on, leave me alone," Daniel sighed from behind his comic book. "I'm reading." He acted like he was much older than his thirteen years, like a mature teenager being nagged by a couple of little boys, which wasn't terribly far from the truth. Leave him alone? Not with my little boyhood longing for attention. I giggled nervously as I went toward him, uncertain whether Troy would help out or not. Just as I was about to pounce on the older boy, he sighed and pushed the comic book under the bed. "Okay, you want to get a spanking, you'll get one." He said this with a really cute smile on his face as he stood up. I instantly started backing away toward Troy, hoping the bigger boy would protect me. "You're the one who said you were going to kick his ass," Troy giggled twisting to get away from me before Daniel reached us. Daniel, grinning ear to ear, didn't bother with Troy at all. Instead, his big hand shot out so quickly that even hyperactive me couldn't get away before his fingers closed on my wrist like a vice grip. Kovz, the boy was strong! I started thinking I might have been wrong to provoke him. "No!" I squealed childishly. "Let me go." His grip was actually a little painful but I suspected I was about to get tickled or spanked and squirmed violently as the older boy started pulling me toward the bed. "Troy, help!" I tried to grab Troy's arm but he giggled and pulled out of my reach. I was soon being pulled toward Daniel's waiting lap. "You've been a bad boy," Daniel giggled as childishly as Troy and I as his long, skinny arms tried to get hold of me. I was pretty skinny as well, however, and could squirm as madly as any little boy about to get tickled. Daniel, on the other hand, was far stronger than me and when his big hands finally managed to get hold of me they squeezed so tightly that squirming just made me hurt myself. Before I could even think of some new escape route, the kid had jerked me forward and I fell over on his lap, my little butt directly below his face. I pretended to try to get away by wiggling fanatically and his young arms had to pin me down on top of him. My wiggling had ulterior motives, of course. My own erection was excited to be laying against the bulge in his jeans and the warmth and hardness that it was laying against was enough to tell me that Daniel's penis had a young hard-on too. As soon as he had me satisfactorily pinned against his boner, the young boy let go of me with one hand long enough to bring it down against my little bottom. It didn't hurt very much, of course; not only was he still pretty young himself, but he was basically a nice boy. For me, in fact, it just drove my little erection against his warm crotch momentarily which felt nice. I pretended to cry but was giggling too hard to be convincing. He had to fight against my wiggling for a moment before he could free his hand long enough to spank me again. "Bad boy," his cracking young voice giggled along with mine. "Bad boy," he repeated, managing to get in another whack before I almost, reluctantly, wiggled my way off his lap. "Troy!" I giggled and begged delightedly. "Help!" Troy, his face as bright red as Daniel's and mine, looked like he was about to jump into the fray but he kept pulling short. "Okay," he giggled through a toothy grin. "I'll help." Instead of attacking Daniel, however, the adorable boy's big hands darted out and grabbed for my shorts. For a second, Daniel fought against him but then looked up. "What are you doing?" he giggled. "You have to pull his pants down," Troy giggled to the point of hysteria. "That's the way my dad did it." The two young boys had a brief tizzy fit as I lay there squirming and giggling almost as delightedly. Kovz, yeah, I thought. Of course you have to pull my shorts down. I could have told them that! I doubt that either of them, alone, would have been so brazen, but supported by each other, both boys could pretend that it was just a game. Before I knew it, their young hands were grabbing at my shorts. "No!" I squealed, pretending to struggle, but just as excited as they were to have my bare bottom revealed. Even though I wasn't trying very hard, I was convincing enough that Daniel had to give up on my shorts to overpower me again. With his big hands easily manipulating my smaller body around, young Troy's were able to pull my shorts down with little problem. All three of were giggling frenetically, so much so that it didn't seem like all that big a deal as my little erection, naked now, actually laid down directly against the older boy's blue jeans. I liked this a lot, especially since I could really tell how warm and hard Daniel's bulge was, but I knew that it would actually hurt if the boy started spanking me again. I struggled harder but I was still pretty much preferring to lay where I was: it might hurt a little, but I liked the thought of Daniel's hand touching my bare skin. Troy, meantime, had pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles. That done, he started helping Daniel to still my squirming, skinny body. He did this, however, by rubbing his big hands up my thin back, succeeding most in pushing my T-shirt higher up on my body. All of this just made me more excited, of course, and I giggled as I thought how strange it was to have these two innocent, virgin boys doing such a wonderful job of making my penis feel nice. I really doubt that they knew how excited they were making me, but I'm also certain that they were getting excited too as my little body was exposed. I was so enjoying pushing my stiff erection against Daniel's jeans that I hadn't realized that the thirteen year old had pulled his hand back. He delivered an open-palmed slap across my buttocks that sent an electric like shock through me, my baby soft skin stinging. If you want to really hurt a boy when you spank him, you strike hard, using all your muscles. Daniel didn't do that. Instead, his palm just slapped my round little cheeks in a way that stings a lot but doesn't cause any real damage. It hurt, mind you, but it kind of tickled too in a weird sort of way. It felt nice but it shocked me so much that my soprano voice cried out. Troy and Daniel just giggled harder and the eldest boy spanked me again, sending a jolt through my little penis. This felt nice but, in typical boyish reaction, I reflexively cried and wiggled more frantically to get away. This became even more difficult when Troy's over-grown hands pushed down against my thin shoulders, holding me so tightly to Daniel's legs that I could scarcely breathe, much less struggle. The older boy spanked me again and again and it started to become less fun and more demeaning. I wanted to make love to the boys, not get beaten by them. I knew what my little bottom must look like, having a normal boy's fascination with his young body and having a great many mirrors in the palace to look at myself. Like most twelve year olds, I had what's referred to as a "bubble butt", very round and protruding outward from the back of my thighs and my lower back. The skin was normally so pale it was almost white and I knew that Daniel was spanking me hard enough to leave red palm prints against the sensitive skin. I found myself wishing that the boys would pull the little cheeks apart and see my little butt hole, would get the idea to stick their throbbing boyhoods inside it, but that wasn't likely to happen at this rate. By this time, Troy had worked my T-shirt up until all but my shoulders were bared. I knew what my back look liked too, somewhat more tanned than my bottom and the skin looking even softer than the skin on my chest. It was a strange thing to have such soft skin where I couldn't really enjoy it very much, but I'd known a lot of boys and they were all the same. Their chests might be as soft as a baby's bottom, but their backs were always like the softest velvet, perhaps like silk. It excited me to know that they could see my little bottom and back at the same time. I wanted to roll over and let them see my boyhood, wanted to sprawl myself across Daniel's lap and feel their young hands fondling me. They had me so well pinned, however, that I couldn't roll over no matter how much I wanted to. Daniel's spanking was making my young boy skin even more sensitive and it actually started to really hurt, enough so that I couldn't struggle much anymore and I was starting to cry for real. Troy stood up and stopped holding me down. His beautiful blue eyes looked down at me and he swallowed guiltily. "Your hurting him, Daniel," the young boy's voice said softly. Daniel's hand made one last slap, but it didn't raise again. He held it against my little bottom and rubbed the skin a little, "Did it hurt?" he asked me, looking a little guilty himself through a smile. I swallowed, liking the way his hand was moving on my buttocks and liking the warm throbbing in his jeans. "Yeah," I said softly, not wanting to sound like I was crying or anything. "Well, that'll teach you to bug me when I'm reading," Daniel said, though he said it in an embarrassed tone and his big hand still rubbed my butt tenderly. "It didn't hurt real bad," I said immediately, hoping to keep the boys from retreating in their guilt. They both giggled and Daniel pushed my body off his lap. I fell back on the carpet, which didn't hurt at all, and made sure that I came to rest on my bottom, my hairless little boner there for the boys to see. "You faker," Daniel giggled, though he seemed to be making a point of not looking at my penis. I just giggled along with him and stood up, peeling my T-shirt off as I did it. I did it pretty casually, not seductively at all. I think both boys realized I was taking it off, but they both collapsed in another tizzy, as if Daniel had made the funniest joke in the world. They were giggling so hysterically that their young bodies contorted around and neither of them looked at the three inch penis sticking straight up between my legs. The little thing was positively pulsing from excitement and I felt so horny I didn't even feel embarrassed to have it displayed so openly. I could tell the other boys were stealing very quick glances at it as they both pretended to still be lost in hysterics. Rather than pull my shorts back up, of course, I reached down and pushed them over my tennis shoes, standing back up again bare-assed naked save for socks and shoes. Naked boys were a common sight in most cities as I said earlier and I'd already assumed that Troy was well used to it. In such environments, prepubescent erections were just as sure to be a fairly common sight. I wasn't surprised then, that neither boy got upset about me taking my clothes off. Nonetheless, I could also tell that they were faking their own giggles, pretending that they didn't notice my naked little body by acting silly. I didn't mind their boyish reactions, however, and just put my hands on my hips and let my stiff little peter speak for itself Troy held his little ribs and pretended to try to still his laughter as he fell over on the bed beside Daniel, pretty blue eyes glancing at me whenever they thought they could. As soon as he was down beside the other boy, he pretended to erupt into greater laughter and Daniel was giggling along with him, though I could see the older boy looking between Troy's legs. I could tell that both boys had erections in their jeans and I was more than eager to help relieve them of them. "You guys should take your clothes off, too," I giggled through a toothy boy grin. "Yeah, right," Daniel giggled back. "Come here." He held out his big hands to me and I came forward, letting his hands guide me down to his lap. Before I knew it, the boy, strong despite his thinness, had me bent over on his knee again, quickly lifting a bare hand and slapping against my little bottom. He got off three quick slaps against my sensitive boy skin before Troy, filled with uncertainty, flew toward the other boy and shoved him back on the bed. Troy was still giggling playfully and, no sooner did he have the other boy pinned against the mattress than he instantly tried to extricate himself from the struggle. Daniel, however, was stronger and faster, having already taken hold of Troy's slender wrists with his vice-like fingers. As they struggled against each other, I managed to turn my naked body around and moved up between Daniel's legs, soon laying directly on top of him and making it very easy for Troy to overpower him. Troy, however, was still doing everything he could to escape. Fortunately, Daniel ignored me as I crawled up on his hard chest, preferring instead to grab for the other boy's wrists in an effort to keep him from escaping. In the full guise of our wrestling, my hands started rubbing Daniel's chest through his shirt and I started pressing my small erection against the bulge in his jeans again. The feel of his body through the shirt was very encouraging. Struggling as he was, the boy's ribs were prominent and firm, and his chest, though not much larger than mine, was rippling with hard childish muscles. If you add to that the feeling of his swollen blue jeans rubbing against my naked boyhood and you can understand that I was having a very good time indeed. Daniel was giggling as much from embarrassment now as just boyish playfulness and the fact that he let a small, naked boy hump between his legs while he feigned greater interest in trying to overpower Troy made me feel even more confident of his cooperation in what was to follow. Daniel was clearly a lot stronger than Troy. Though Troy had stood up, his wrists were still held by the larger boy and he clearly couldn't pull himself free. 1, on the other hand, wasn't so restricted and let my small hands slide down Daniel's wiggling body to take hold of his T-shirt. In an instant, I had the shirt pulled far up on his body, baring his belly, ribs and chest in an instant. I followed that immediately with my face, rubbing it across the smooth, squirming skin, and my small hands, grabbing for his exposed ribs until Daniel, whether embarrassed or just very ticklish, had no choice but to let Troy go to defend his sensitive body. Free, Troy stood back for a moment. Daniel's hands were grabbing my thin shoulders, and the boy was about to whirl me off him. Just as I was about to be dismounted from the warm, hard bulge in his jeans, Troy re-entered the fray and started pulling Daniel's hands back. The struggling had succeeded mostly in causing me to slide farther down on Daniel's body and I was a little surprised to find the top of his jeans rubbing against my chin. I was so enjoying the smooth beauty of his belly, I hadn't realized that my own penis was now throbbing out naked in the air. I didn't worry too much about it, anyway: I was at Daniel's jeans! Excited by the prospect of seeing his penis, all the more so after seeing the beauty of his belly, my hands instantly darted for the fly. Daniel, who had again begun paying more attention to Troy than to me, tried to grab for my wrists, but I was so determined and so quick in my motions that he couldn't do it until I'd undone the snap and pulled his zipper half way down. "Hey!" his young voice cracked in another fit of giggles. He let Troy go and his big hands grabbed for his fly, clutching the snaps tightly. This made his forearms ripple with long, slender muscles, matching the rock hard ripples along his thin, flat belly. His T-shirt had slipped down his body a little but I could still see the gently swollen mounds of his small chest along the hem. My small fingers were still struggling with his zipper as I giggled up at his cute face. They were having some success and I could see his bright white underpants now. "You better stop it," Daniel's pubescent voice said in a menacing tone, though his blushing face was still giggling excitedly. "I mean it." I just giggled, managing to slip a finger through his fly to touch the hard contours of his erection. It felt nice through the cotton fabric, not large, but thicker than a younger boy's would be. It also felt delightfully warm. "Okay..." Daniel giggled in final warning. I swallowed nervously for a second, realizing that I was probably going to get another spanking. Instead of grabbing for me, however, Daniel's big hands pulled his pants wide and started pushing them down! He giggled more excitedly as he did this. I was too surprised to help at first and instead found myself slipping lower on his thighs, giving him room to pull his pants down. With a huge grin on my face, I got to my feet and gazed down at the thirteen year old, my hairless erection still standing proudly at attention. Daniel pushed his pants all the way down and pulled his overgrown feet from them as Troy and I stood giggling and blushing. The older boy had to sit up to take his pants off, causing his T-shirt to, regretfully, fall back down his smooth belly. As soon as his pants cleared his feet, however, he immediately reached for the shirt and pulled it up. I watched delightedly as that firm slender belly appeared again, soon followed by a long, thin rib cage. His ribs were very easy to see and poked out more than most healthy boys' did, but his chest still looked hard and muscular even if the mounds were rather small. He had small nipples, colored a purplish pink, and both had goose bumps. As the T-shirt slid free from his head, his yellow hair fell in boyish bangs into his green eyes. Unlike Troy, he didn't bother clearing his face, just grinned up at us from beneath his blond hair. He put the shirt to the side and lay back down on the bed giggling at his half-nudity. His arms, looking muscular despite their thinness, crossed his young chest and he was blushing crimson. Nonetheless, he lay there in just his white briefs looking adorable. He had long legs, as mentioned before, and they were still smooth and hairless, his thighs looking as baby soft as Troy's face. He wasn't tanned at all but his skin had a natural pink glow that didn't give him the white appearance that my skin, when un-tanned, gave me. Needless to say, it wasn't the color of his skin that I was gazing at; it was the long, obviously hard, bulge that pointed up along his underpants forming a round knob where the elastic still held it covered from view. I could tell that his penis wasn't quite full-grown yet but, like most pubescents, it had already begun to outpace the rest of his body into manhood. It looked about five inches long and of a pleasant, but by no means extreme, thickness. His underpants clung tightly enough to it that I could see the firm, round contours of his testicles and could even see where his penis head swelled out from his shaft. He was really cute. I noticed movement to the side and turned to watch as a brightly blushing Troy started pulling his own shirt off. His belly, as it appeared, wasn't quite as firm as Daniel's but it was still flat and the slight baby fat and pale tanned color gave it a softness that was thoroughly enchanting. His belly button was retracted into his stomach breaking up what was otherwise a perfectly smooth abdomen. As his young arms lifted the shirt higher, his ribs became visible but no where near like Daniel's or, for that matter, mine. Daniel and I were skinny. Despite the life he'd apparently led over the past few months, Troy's body looked radiant with health. Daniel's body was very sexually appealing, but Troy's practically begged to be hugged and cuddled. As Troy's shirt came free, his silky brown begs also fell into his face but were quickly swung aside by the characteristic kick of his head. He lowered his arms still wrapped in the shirt, blushing and smiling like an angel. His bare chest was spectacular, showing all the soft perfection I had already been expecting. It wasn't firm and defined like Daniel's was, but rather looked soft and round with beautiful curves of immature muscles. His nipples were about the same size as the older boy's but they were darker, a dirt-brown color against the pale brownness of his skin. After a moment, when it seemed he was fully willing to just stand there half concealed by his shirt looking like a cherub, I reached over and it pulled it the rest of the way down his arms with a boyish giggle. It will seem strange to say it when both boys were so readily willing to show off their young bodies, but the only real strong sexuality in the room was coming from me. Daniel was clearly excited and his hormones were undeniably active but I could tell that he was still mostly just engaged in boyish experimentation. If he thought about having sex with us, I have no doubt he didn't really expect it to happen. Troy was even less conscious about our sexuality. He was mostly just enjoying the obvious affection that both Daniel and I favored on his soft body and perfect skin. The older boys had said that both Troy and Daniel were virgins and I believed it. Boys, particularly twelve and thirteen year olds, can be quite interested in their bodies long before they've started experimenting with their penises or fantasizing about other boys. I suspected that was all the boys had really demonstrated so far. At least as far as Daniel was concerned, however, I also suspected that I could change that focus soon enough. "Your jeans, too," I giggled with the other boys. Troy's giggles dropped off and his blush grew brighter, but he was still smiling adorably. He could scarcely refuse to take them off since Daniel was already laying there in his underpants and me -- well, my skinny three inch erection wasn't hiding anything from the others. Thus, look as angelic as ever, Troy sat down on the bed and started untying his shoes. I seized on the opportunity to sit down beside him to take mine off too. I was sitting close enough to him that our elbows bumped and the blushing cherub's bright blue eyes were practically staring at my hairless boner. I kept my legs spread so he could see it clearly, to include the round little balls held tightly in my scrotum. I loved having boys looking at my penis even if it was still more child's than man's. As soon as I pulled my sock off, I tossed it to Troy and giggled. He instantly responded by flinging his own sock back at me and a mild battle of socks ensued until both pairs had been hurled out of reach. Daniel didn't move throughout this exchange, just lay there holding his slender body and giggling. The bulge in his underwear looked larger now and was starting to throb boyishly. Troy reached for his jeans and I was tempted to help him: undoing boys' pants was always exciting to me. I didn't, however, just watched adoringly as he stood up and started wiggling them down his plump hips. They were tight enough that they started to pull his underwear down too, showing more baby soft, perfect skin before the twelve year old paused to pull them back up. That done, he peeled the jeans all the way down his legs and awkwardly stepped out of them. Though not as long as Daniel's, his legs were beautiful, not so slender as many boys' were, but far softer. Like backs, boy's thighs are about the softest things around, but Troy's really were exceptional. As they stepped out of his jeans, I could see the healthy mound in his underwear moving against the fabric. He obviously didn't have an erection, but his penis was just as obviously very large for a twelve year old, perhaps even bigger than Daniel's. I fought down the desire to reach out and fondle it -- everything in its own time. Satisfied that Troy was taken care of, I suddenly giggled, whirled, and grabbed for Daniel's underwear. I was too awkward to do this very well and Daniel had lightning quick reflexes. No sooner had my small fingers slipped down the elastic and slightly pulled it down when Daniel's much larger hands leapt to his defense. I managed to get just a quick glimpse of a bright, shining purple penis head before his strong fingers jerked the band back up, making his testicles poke out more rigidly below. Remembering his behavior with his jeans, I didn't push the issue. Instead, I let them go and sat looking at his exquisite pubescent body. "Come on, Daniel," I said rather softly. "I took mine off." (Yeah, in about thirty seconds!) My instincts proved right. Daniel shrugged his bony shoulders almost immediately and slipped his thumbs down his underwear. The smile slipped from his face and his blush grew so bright that it started to creep down his neck, but the thirteen year old wiggled his long, skinny body and stripped himself He looked very cute doing this because his ribs and muscles rippled together making him look even harder and stronger. Even cuter, of course, was the long, beautiful erection that gradually thrust itself into the open air. His penis head looked man-sized, a turgid helmet-shape already shining as brightly as a mirror. There was no other color to call it but purple, though it was so swollen that it was growing almost white around the edges. The slit was gaping open, the young kid obviously ready to ejaculate on a moment's notice even though there wasn't any sign of pre-cum. Beneath the firm ridge of his naked glans, the shaft of his penis was growing red from pressure constrained too long. Despite that, it was still a pale color, like a young boy's. As I had already noticed, it was also surprisingly thick. Not fat, mind you, not even so thick as Ryan's had been, but still much thicker than you'd expect from a skinny thirteen year old. There were several slight blue veins visible along the hard length of his penis shaft and one large one that bulged along the top. They made his young erection look almost angry with hormones. His penis shaft joined beautifully at the bottom, flowing into a tight, wrinkled scrotum that was hugging his testicles close to his body and already glowing red. Although his scrotum was totally bald, I felt an envious tug in my chest as I saw the beautiful evidence of his coming manhood. He had very few hairs, so few that I could probably have counted them were I not so enchanted by them. They were only about a half inch long and were just beginning to grow curly. They were also just as blond as he was, perhaps more silver than yellow, leaving his penis still looking sweet and innocent. My mouth started to water as I thought about holding that beautiful young thing on my tongue. Daniel lifted his knees to his chest to slide his underwear down to his ankles, momentarily showing a tight, round buttocks. I was tempted to lean over to look for his butt hole, but instead just gazed at the rippling curves of his muscles. Both he and Troy were giggling as he bared the full beauty of his nudity, but I was totally absorbed with adoration and jealousy. My prepubescent little boner was starting to hurt with longing. Naked, Daniel lay back down as he had been, with his arms folded across his small chest. His erection stuck out from between his legs pulsing seductively up and down. Kovz, he was cute. My heart was beating frantically in my skinny body and I felt dizzy. "Your turn," I heard my childlike voice squeak, turning expectantly to Troy. The twelve year old was sitting beside me blushing and giggling. I just glanced quickly at his adorable face, then looked down at his underwear. The boy still didn't have an erection, his penis still making a very enviable, but still very round bulge between his baby soft thighs. He could see that both Daniel and I were sporting quite intense erections and didn't seem confused by them, so he obviously knew what they were. Perhaps he was just too shy and embarrassed to have a boner himself. More credit to him: I couldn't think about a boy's erection without getting one, much less to be so close to two of them. Troy giggled for a second as if he expected me to join in a joke, but I was past humor now and just sat there looking at his underwear and waiting. If my seriousness embarrassed him, however, Daniel was giggling along with him. Virgins, I thought impatiently. "Okay," his voice, as high-pitched as mine, finally responded. He stood up and I watched adoringly as he started pushing his underwear down. He was turned partially away from me and, at first, all I could see were the pate globes of his young buttocks. He didn't lean over far enough to reveal his butt hole, but he was also turning as he lowered the white cotton and I was soon more absorbed by the beautiful young penis that hung between his baby soft thighs. As I say, he didn't have an erection but his penis had obviously extended as far as it could without one. It dangled down over his testicles, looking as big as Daniel's. In fact, the dimensions of his young organ gave it the appearance of belonging to an older boy. The rest of it, however, showed his twelve year old age magnificently. First off, the boy was still completely hairless. His belly went lower, grew paler, but remained as smooth and soft as the rest of him right up to the very point where his penis joined his body. I didn't need a magnifying glass: it was obvious that the boy didn't have the slightest bit of peach fuzz there. The shaft was a full four inches long and looked as thick as Daniel's. It was covered with a very thick foreskin that betrayed no sign of veins. Instead, the young thing was a couple of shades darker than his lower belly, looking the same shade as his chest, and was perfectly smooth. The only thing to mar the soft perfection of the shaft came near the very end where the flesh swelled around the edge of his glans. It had already begun to free them for their duty, leaving the lower half of his penis head exposed. Unlike Daniel, Troy's penis head was brown in color, the same as his cute nipples. Though not erect, it already looked smooth. His scrotum still had the same smooth, thickness of childhood but obviously held a larger cargo for his testicles were growing toward puberty, taking on the oblong girth of young manhood. Despite that young growth, however, he was still hairless. His penis swung adorably from side to side as his feet stepped out of his underwear, hypnotizing me with its seductive movements. It looked like rubber which I found very enticing, but I was just as ready to see it look like granite. His angelic, baby soft face was glowing red with blush as he finally stood up in naked, prepubescent beauty. Knowing that both Daniel and I were looking at his family jewels, the boy dropped his underwear self-consciously on the floor before finally turning to us. If he thought he had anything to be embarrassed the adoring looks that Daniel and I both favored on his naked body should have been more than enough to ease his worries. He was really magnificent. There was a silent period of boyish uncertainty as Troy sat down beside me again. I sat nervously glancing from Troy's sweet, rubbery penis to Daniel's throbbing pubescent erection, so surrounded by their beauty and innocence, even I wasn't sure how to proceed. The answer arrived suddenly when Daniel sat up, grabbed my thin shoulders and pulled me over onto his lap like I was a rag doll. I was so astonished that he pretty much had me laying across his knee before I even thought to struggle. Add to that the hot, extremely hard throbbing of his big erection against my hip, and you can understand if I paused for a moment wondering if I even wanted to struggle. My own erection, seeming smaller still compared to the growing boys in my company, was rubbing wonderfully against the thirteen year old's smooth thigh and I was thoroughly happy to continue this until I felt and heard the stinging slap of his palm against my bottom again. Either it was still sensitive from the earlier spanking or Daniel's excitement was making him a little less careful because it actually hurt. I let out a squeal and my small hands tried desperately to protect myself. Surprisingly, a naked Troy was a little more willing to come to my rescue this time. Giggling as much as Daniel was, the young boy hurled himself at my attacker, both of them tumbling back behind me, me slipping from Daniel's lap and cascading down his long, pubescent legs to the floor again. Troy wasn't trying to escape this time. Instead the naked boy seemed determined to mount Daniel. I crouched on the ground watching this for a moment. The younger boy was clearly trying to straddle Daniel's hard abdomen, an achievement the thirteen year old wasn't fighting very much. From my angle, I could see Troy's smooth testicles and penis squished up against Daniel's belly. Just above, I could see the boy's buttocks pulled apart now, could see the small, puckered brown hole that led into his body. In that position, Daniel's shiny purple penis head was only inches from paradise and, had it been any other pair of boys, I'd have fully expected to see him penetrate the giggling boy. It didn't occur to them, however. Instead, Daniel squirmed beneath the young weight of the baby soft boy and Troy wiggled his young hips, undoubtedly feeling the pleasant approval of his penis for his actions. This was working out just fine. As they struggled against each other, I sat down on the bed beside them and watched. They were both enjoying their wrestling so much that neither noticed me as I gazed down at my little boyhood. It was as pretty as ever, just as pale and pink as ever, still not a single silver hair to promise me of the manhood to come. Smiling at its fresh beauty, I reached down and took it in my fingers, caressing it adoringly before starting to rub the tight skin up and down on it. I was greeted with instant waves of ticklish pleasure and leaned back on one skinny arm to enjoy myself. Although far from necessary, I inspired myself by looking at the two giggling, naked boys rubbing against each other. They looked very happy. "You're getting a boner!" Daniel suddenly giggled harder, making Troy stop wiggling and grow very red. He looked down at Daniel's cute face for a moment before looking down their smooth chests to where his penis was stiffening against the older boy's abdomen. "So?" his unchanged voice defended weakly. The shocked and embarrassed look on his face belied any effort to be casual. "You have one." Daniel laughed harder at the shy boy's reaction and he turned to look at me, his green eyes getting bigger as he saw my small, skinny body engaged in masturbation. "Look at Kely!" he instructed the younger boy. Troy's blushing face turned but looked even more nervous when he saw what I was doing to my little penis. "What are you doing?" he squeaked, sounding like a little child. I didn't answer at first. Having the two boys looking at me took some of my excitement away for a moment even though I kept rubbing my erection. "It feels good," I said feeling as shy as Troy. Troy nervously crawled off of Daniel and stood up. His penis was rapidly rising into full erection, sticking upward and looking as big as Daniel's five and a half inches. Both boys had nearly identical penises in terms of size, but Daniel's was starting to look like a young man's while Troy's still looked like a boy's. His foreskin had fully retreated now and his brown penis head was starting to swell with his virgin excitement. Still, the shaft looked smooth and unblemished and the young organ was smooth and hairless. "Is that 'playing with yourself?" the adorable kid asked, causing even me to blush. "Yeah," I answered, feeling my embarrassment further overtaking my pleasure. This got even worse as I sat there rubbing my penis while both boys watched me, neither of them smiling anymore, both of them looking thoughtful, both of them sporting their own full-blown erections. "Only weirdoes play with themselves," Daniel's cracking voice suddenly put in, a note of challenge in his voice. "Huh-uh," I replied. "All boys do it. Didn't you ever do it?" My penis was actually starting to feel like it was losing its erection. Talking about it was never one of my favorite things. Daniel didn't answer my question, just glanced curiously at his own big erection in just the way to tell me that he hadn't. "I haven't," Troy said, sounding oddly more open-minded about it than Daniel had. "Do you want to?" I asked, feeling a little harder as I gazed at the adorable body of the other boy still standing naked and excited before me. He shrugged in response. "Come here," I said, before he could change his mind. He took the two short steps to the bed and sat down beside me, cooperating enough that even Daniel sat up and watched us curiously. "What are you going to do?" the older boy asked as my hands finally reached out and caressed the magnificent skin that covered Troy's young body. One of my palms rubbed across his young shoulders while the other moved slowly across the gentle mounds of his chest. His body was warm and his skin felt even softer than it looked, as soft as a five year old's. I gazed at his pretty face, so enchanted by his beauty that I started to try to kiss him. As a rule, young boys don't like kissing much. Troy was so adorable, however, and I was so in love with him, I couldn't help trying. As my lips neared his, he predictably pulled his head away. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Nothing," I shrugged. My hands were still rubbing his soft body and I wasn't about to risk that merely to taste his young lips. He relaxed a little when I didn't make any further moves to kiss him. Instead, my eyes moved down to gaze at his healthy, hairless penis. The young thick erection stuck up proudly between his legs. If my behavior was making him feel nervous, his penis was clearly on my side for it had begun to pulse excitedly. With its visible approval, I let my hand slide down his chest, over the firm but soft contours of his rib cage and down into the hairless recesses of his baby soft belly. Troy let out a little pant as I neared his virgin penis, but he didn't object. I could feel the little muscles along his belly twitch nervously and marveled that even a twelve year old could feel so soft. My fingertips were now touching the smooth skin where his pubic hair would sprout one day. For now, it was the softest skin I had felt so far and its spasmodic little shiver just endeared me to him all the more. I didn't grab the young cock right away. Instead, I let my fingers pet around and along it, slowly, seductively getting it used to the affections of another boy. Still, Troy didn't object even as my fingers felt along the sensitive head of his penis. His beautiful blue eyes nervously looked at my face and down at his own penis, evidently too confused and too uncertain to either encourage or discourage me. His young penis was now fully engorged, the slit yawning openly on a swollen brown penis head that was now starting to glow red and starting to reflect the light as Daniel's had been doing for some time. Touching the maturing penis of a twelve year old reminded my own penis of its beauty and it started to stiffen out again, quickly making me feel the rhythmic pumping of my pulse at the base. I was so busy adoring Troy's young cock, however, that I scarcely noticed. "What are you doing?" Daniel's voice cracked, the youth sitting up closer to me, looking over my shoulder to where I was touching the erection between his roommate's legs. Neither Troy nor I answered, both gazing at his gorgeous penis. "Does it feel good?" Daniel asked. Troy answered with two or three quick nods of his head, stiff enough that they sent his light brown bangs falling into his eyes, the adorable boy too obsessed with his penis to bother tossing it aside. My fingers looked rather small compared to the gifted five and a half inches that stood between Troy's legs. I could have still taken the thing in a fist but instead I just gripped his young foreskin in my fingers. The boy's entire body jolted as I rubbed the thick skin upward, both of us watching in wonder as it crept back up over the shiny brown head, swallowing it momentarily before I pulled it back away again. "How does that feel?" I asked, looking up at the shocked expression on the young angel's face. Good," he squeaked through a rush of air. Once released, his breath started to sound heavier now, beginning the familiar panting of a boy experiencing his first taste of young pleasure. My fingers moved very slowly on the boy, his foreskin folding and unfolding itself easily over his swollen glans. His baby soft, hairless legs started straightening themselves involuntarily as the pleasure between them grew greater with each stroke. My own little body jerked when I suddenly felt a warm hand touching my hairless boyhood. I turned to find Daniel, looking cuter than ever, staring into my eyes looking very nervous and frightened. I swallowed my surprise and managed to smile at him. My smile didn't bring his in response, but his fingers felt lightly around my erection and didn't let it go. He was half-standing beside me, bracing himself with one knee on the bed, his long, slender body standing before me in all its beauty. I looked down and saw his magnificent penis still throbbing madly between his legs, looking so hard and straight now it looked like it might break off. Still stroking slowly on Troy, I realized that Daniel's purple penis head was close enough for me to suck and I wondered if I could manage to do that without scaring him into celibacy. If you've ever stared at a thirteen year old's throbbing erection from only a few inches away, you'll understand how little choice I had in the matter. It was so hard and so intensely excited, the sweet boy's hormones pleading to me even if his innocence did fight against it. I was only a boy myself and self-control isn't a natural characteristic of boyhood. With my eyes locked on the exquisite perfection of his penis head, therefore, I felt my face slowly descend toward it and felt my lips wrapping around it. It felt extremely hard and hot. I felt it pulse once, perhaps twice, before the astonished virgin jerked his hips back and pulled the young thing out of my mouth. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Kovz! There are certain disadvantages to seducing virgins. "It's okay," I explained, panting myself and still trying to masturbate Troy before the twelve year old retreated totally into his innocence. It doesn't take a lot to scare a young boy his first time. Normally, if they can find an excuse, they'll bolt and run. Troy was, however, so awestruck by the feelings in his penis that he just panted harder when he realized Daniel was objecting. "It feels good, Daniel," I promised the nervous boy. "Trust me." Daniel's cute face looked very doubtful. His green eyes gazed down at his swollen erection, the purple head now glistening with the first promise of my young mouth. He looked positively terrified as he let his hips move forward again, his sweet penis coming back toward me. Throughout it all, he hadn't stopped holding my hairless boyhood. The only thing he'd done to it was give it a healthy tug when he first jerked away. About the only effect that had on me was to wish he'd tug it again. Scared or not, the thirteen year old was even more excited now and his penis was positively begging me for affection. Since he was expecting it this time, I didn't engulf the pretty thing right away. Instead, I kissed it tenderly. It was so hard that it scarcely moved even though I didn't have a free hand to hold it still. After a couple of boyish kisses, I let my tongue slip out and lick it. Daniel whimpered like a little boy and his slender hips moved ever so slightly closer to the source of his pleasure. I hadn't forgotten Troy in this exchange with the older boy though my rhythm was disturbed for awhile and the hand on his back had come to rest gently between his soft shoulders. In an effort to make up for it, I rubbed harder on his young dick for awhile before his excited panting assured me I could slow down again. I loved the taste of Daniel's penis and loved the sight of his sparse little pubic hairs even more, but I did regret not being able to watch Troy's hairless manhood as I masturbated him. Daniel was too shocked by my tongue on his penis to pay much attention to what he was doing to mine. Where I tried my best to keep pleasing Troy, Daniel's fingers were just holding my little erection, managing only to pull on it enough that I was getting more excited nonetheless. The truth is that just the close proximity of their young bodies was probably enough to please me, so I didn't worry about it too much. Besides, I was quickly becoming an old hand at boy-sex. It was more important that they learn to enjoy it as I had learned. With that in mind, I opened my mouth and let Daniel's throbbing penis slip into it, all the while stroking on Troy's cock with equal affection. Daniel's penis head practically filled my mouth with warm hardness. I couldn't fit more than an inch of the thick, five and a half inch erection inside. What I could fit in, however, I flooded with all the talents my mouth had learned over the preceding six months. My lips wrapped tightly around the pink, throbbing shaft of his cock while my tongue raced madly around his swollen glans, flicking incessantly against the sensitive little slit where, I hoped, his sperm would soon spurt out. As for that, however, the boyish smell between the boy's legs made me doubt that he was ejaculating yet, sparse pubic hair or not. Although what we were doing was very pleasant, it wasn't terribly comfortable for me. I mean, I was sitting with one arm around a boy's thin shoulders while the other rubbed on his penis. At the same time, my face was turned away from him to suck on the penis between another boy's legs. It was exciting, but it wasn't comfortable. Knowing that none of us were going to last very long and feeling that all of us should be able to feel totally absorbed in our orgasms when the time came rather than worrying about our awkward positions, I chose to take the risk of the boys' innocence to try for something better. I let Daniel's penis go and was instantly answered with the boy's pleading whimpers. "Guys!" I gasped. "Guys, wait. I know something better." "It feels good," Troy squeaked, sounding a little angry as I let his hairless young penis go. "Yeah," Daniel panted just as impatiently. Kovz, how quick they were abandoning their innocence. Remembering my first orgasm with Eric in Tarsec Village, I understood their frustration, however virgin it might be. "I know something better," I repeated emphatically. "Daniel, it feels good when I suck on yours, right?" The boy nodded rapidly, his mouth hanging open as he panted. "Okay, so we can all suck each other, okay?" I was just as excited as they were and I knew the pleasure that was still to come. The two of them just looked at me with frustrated hormones and serious confusion. "How?" Daniel panted. "You mean put our penises in our mouths?" Troy gasped, sounding more than a little disgusted at the thought. "It feels good, Troy," Daniel assured him in my stead. "Here," I panted as excitedly as they were. "Troy, you lay down there... I'll lay here and Daniel... " Daniel was a quick study. I didn't have to tell him how -- he'd already figured out what I had in mind. Soon, I'd managed to get our excited bodies into a rough triangle, with my penis near to Troy's young lips, Daniel's close to mine and Troy's close to Daniel's. Despite the fresh boy-smell between Daniel's legs, he still had the best chance of ejaculating and I was very eager to taste his first climax. This meant, of course, that my little boner was supposed to get sucked by young Troy, the boy who was least likely to cooperate with this bold form of boy-sex. A virgin young boy will object almost every time to having anal sex, but oral sex was almost as repellent. Boys are raised to view their "private parts" as dirty. Getting them to accept their full beauty can sometimes be something of a challenge. Eager to get back to Daniel's sweet penis, I didn't bother trying to coax their cooperation any further. Instead, no sooner was the kid's furry cock near my face than I plunged my lips down on it, instantly drawing a cracking moan from the pubescent boy. In this position, it was easier for me to suck on the hard erection and I stuck it as far into my mouth as I could until I felt it pressing against my throat. I scarcely worried about my own penis, focusing all my attention on the sweet young cock in my mouth. Daniel's penis was so obviously ready for this step, so obviously eager to release the pressure of his hormones. Still rather young myself, I was just as resolved to deep-throat the cute kid. Before the virgin boys had ever started on me or each other, I tried to open my throat to admit the gifted young thirteen year old. I hadn't done this very much before and, though Daniel was only thirteen, his five and a half inch penis was quite a challenge for me, especially considering its considerable girth. I was determined however and, though it hurt a little, I felt the kid's swollen penis head slip deeper, finally finding its way into my esophagus. I almost gagged, but managed to control myself as I finally felt his penis slipping deeper into me. As I did this, I heard Daniel moaning so excitedly I though he was about to come. Clearly he like the new pleasure as my lips descended lower on his gifted erection. At almost the same time, however, Troy's high-pitched voice let out an astonished cry and the sudden muffling of Daniel's moans told me that the cute pubescent had taken Troy's penis into his mouth. This left my hairless boner as the only one still exposed to the air but, like I said, I was far more enchanted with the penis sticking down my throat. I was still fighting a desire to gag, one which, once started, is hard to stop, but at the same time, my eyes were wide open and I could see the beautiful and ticklish appearance of his slight pubic hair nearing my chin just as his smooth scrotum approached my upper lip. Ignoring my own pleasure and gagging instincts, I forced my throat to accept more of the thirteen year old and had to close my eyes to concentrate enough. Young Troy, confronted with both Daniel's and my willingness to suck on penises, must have been relenting. No doubt the intoxicating effects of Daniel sucking on his made him just as willing. Soon, therefore, I felt the tentative fingers and even more tentative lips of the twelve year old touching my penis. Despite my adoration for the young cock in my throat, this sudden rush of innocent contact almost disrupted my concentration. The only thing I could do to contain my desires to cry with pleasure was to take the last inch of Daniel's penis inside me. There! The wonderful touch of his soft pubic hairs against my chin, the smooth warmth of his tight scrotum against my nose. Kovz, it was magnificent. I could feel the boy's penis forcing my defensive throat open and pushing its way part-way down my neck and it hurt a little, but it was worth it to be so close to the root of his pubescent sexuality. Filled with his penis, my slimy mouth awkwardly struggled to maneuver my tongue around that beautiful cock. When Troy finally got enough courage up to take my penis fully into his boyish mouth, the pleasure was so great that I knew I couldn't continue with Daniel's down my throat. I backed away from it quickly and whimpered madly in a mixture of pleasure and disappointment. If Daniel was disappointed to have three inches of his penis removed from the warm attention of my mouth, he gave no sign for the nervous kid was squirming his naked body around too much to notice. If you've been near one young boy as he approached his first orgasm, you can imagine the kind of frantic intensity of being near two of them at once. The air was positively electric, both boys squirming and moaning almost pathetically, both of them shocked and frightened by the pleasure in their heretofore innocent penises, both of them too enraptured by the feeling to back away now. Even if I weren't a Guardian, I would have felt the intense hormonal chemistry as both these smooth young boys grew closer to discovering their greatest pleasure. Troy was, by no means, very good at giving a blow job. His mouth was very tentative, very uncertain. His teeth occasionally touched my skinny, three inch erection almost painfully. Nonetheless, he was crying so much in his own pleasure that I could scarcely care what he did to me. The better he felt, the better I felt and I knew that both of us, all of us, were going to climax pretty soon. Even though it was Daniel who was sucking on his penis, and even though my face was so buried in Daniel's crotch that I couldn't see what was happening to Troy, I knew that he was the first one to blossom into the flower of orgasm. His voice, though muffled by my penis, cried out loudly enough that it sent pleasing vibrations against my hard cock and his baby soft body jerked so frantically that the entire bed bounced with the fury. I felt my own pleasure multiply dramatically, knowing that the sweet boy was experiencing orgasm for his first time, knowing that he was scared and vulnerable at the same time, knowing how intensely beautiful he was. I prayed that he would keep sucking on my penis even if he reacted to orgasm in the same shameful way that most young boys did. Despite the rather intense response that Troy's twelve year old orgasm ravaged through him, Daniel was either too naive or too excited to change what he was doing. He kept sucking on the young penis with no change in the cracking moans that sounded in his hard chest and no change in the strange undulations of his naked body. I was so close to my own orgasm that all I could do was keep sucking the squirming boy, struggling valiantly to keep his penis head on my tongue lest his sweet pubescent sperms squirted out to thrill it with his youth. Just the thought was enough to push me over the edge as the thirteen year old's pleasure started shuddering through his hard young body. Like Troy, I was able to keep sucking the penis in my mouth as I climaxed. Troy, in fact, was sucking me even more expertly than he had been, sucking my three inch penis like a baby sucking on its mother's teat. Daniel, however, was so confused and excited that he had to let go of Troy's hairless cock so he could breathe. He whimpered loudly and sounded very pathetic but also very beautiful. His skinny, muscular body grew tenser suddenly and I waited excitedly, tightly containing my own passion, in expectation of his young ejaculation. Daniel's naked body started to jerk frantically, the poor boy's voice grunting loudly and cracking in high-pitched wails now that nothing was in his mouth to quiet him. He was clearly having a very strong and beautiful orgasm. Much as I longed to taste it, however, the boy didn't ejaculate. When I realized that he wasn't going to, I finally let my own pleasure go and felt orgasm sweeping through my little dick as Troy sucked tenderly on it. Daniel and I had our orgasms together, both our penises buried in the warm, slimy affection of another boy's mouth. When all our ultimate passions had subsided, we Jay there on the bed, three heaving, naked boys. Troy had become like a baby, continuing to suck on my penis though all his instincts must have suggested he open his mouth to breathe. Not even I could keep holding to Daniel's penis and let it go to lay my panting head down on his soft thigh. Both Daniel and I started to get soft, but twelve year old Troy's penis still stuck out its boyish five and a half inches, looking sweet in the soggy remnants of Daniel's saliva and in his own hairless beauty. Several minutes past as we recuperated. Feeling the fog of orgasm slowly leave me, I let my hand rub affectionately along Daniel's thigh. What beautiful boys. What a great place to live. When Troy finally stopped sucking my little penis, the poor thing was exhausted. What a day! Bobby, Dean, Daniel and Troy. Kovz! What a day! I smiled down at Troy and, though his baby soft face was a bright red, he smiled back. "Did that feel good?" I asked grinning at both he and Daniel. Troy blushed and nodded. "Yeah," Daniel panted. They were both eager to reclaim their underwear when we were all rested enough and didn't stop them. At the same time, I didn't put my own on either. Instead, I lay there on the bed and watched them. "Is this why we came here?" Daniel asked as both he and Troy grabbed for their jeans. I ignored the obvious pun and nodded in reply. "Do all the boys do it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. Before long, they were both fully dressed, a fact I regretted, but didn't fight. "Why does it do that?" Troy finally asked, actually sitting down on the bed and putting his shoes and socks on even though it was almost bedtime anyway. "Did you like it?" I asked. Troy shrugged as he pulled on a sock. "Did you like it..." I teased more directly. He blushed and smiled before finally turning and nodding. "You?" I asked smiling up at Daniel who was standing there in his T-shirt and jeans looking cute and ready to be seduced again. "Yeah," he smiled, though he looked bashfully away too. "So," I shrugged, "who cares why?" They both nodded at this, even though they both were still blushing boyishly. By the time I got back to my room, I was so exhausted I didn't even turn on the lights. I lumbered through the living room, entered the bedroom, and threw myself on the bed, naked as when I had left the virgin boys. I was asleep before I even crawled under the covers.