The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Six A couple of hours later, Eric and I were swimming in the pool again. He had done a good job of cheering me up, assuring me that Robin still liked me even if he did love his father more. I wasn't feeling very talkative or playful, but I wasn't completely unhappy anymore and I was having fun swimming naked. Although I could still only dog paddle, I discovered that I could swim underwater and go all the way down to the bottom about ten feet down. This seemed to be such great fun that I started doing it over and over again, searching along the bottom as if expecting to find some great treasure. When I came to the sur- face once, I heard Eric calling to me from the shore. I was gasping for air and had to push the hair from my forehead, but turned and saw my smooth young friend sitting on the warm rocks rhythmically stroking his penis. He was grinning from ear to ear and his large hand moved up and down on his seven inch erection, soft brown foreskin rubbing all over his brown penis head. Smiling and blushing, I dog paddled to shore and crawled out of the water. The rocks felt warm beneath my bare feet as I walked over to Eric, his happy brown eyes gazing at my hairless little penis sitting on my small testicles. I wiped the water from my face and giggled at the horny pubescent boy. "You better hurry..." Eric panted excitedly. I blushed and smiled broader as I lay down beside his thin naked body listening to his excited moans. He pointed his penis at me as he grunted and his soft, slender chest and belly stiffened in orgasm. I swallowed quickly and leaned forward, opening my small mouth to accept his penis. Instantly Eric started to jerk frantically and his big hand pulled his foreskin all the way back. His big penis head touched my lips just as the little teenager started to ejaculate. I quickly wrapped my lips around his penis head and tasted his young sperm squirting onto my tongue. I smiled around the cock in my mouth and felt happy to taste sperm again. It was squirting out with boyish strength, still not very much but still sweet with the taste of young innocence and beauty. He ejaculat- ed more than Robin had which I liked and I licked it around my mouth before swallowing his young seed. Eric let go of his big penis and let me keep sucking on it as it softened and oozed out the last of his sperm. I felt his big hand rest on my shoulder as he lay back on the rock, looking smooth and golden in the warm sunlight. When I was finished sucking on his penis, I crawled up beside him and his long arm wrapped around my thin shoulders pulling me against his bare chest. I laid my cheek on his shoulder and put my hand on his small nipple, laying still and happy, feeling the older boy's love for me. My hairless little boyhood was still limp and I pressed it against the boy's slender hips, laying a smooth boy leg on his baby soft thigh. "Do you want to go to the Boy's Club tonight?" he asked, stroking my bare shoulder. I shrugged. "If you do," I said, still thinking mostly of Robin and wishing he could go with us. We lay there in the warm sun for a long time before reclaim- ing the horse and returning home. We got dressed in smart look- ing baby blue suits and ties, our boyish legs bare beneath our shorts. When the evening sky began to darken, we were sitting silently at the table with the rest of the Thorne family. The conversation at the Thorne table wasn't very interesting. Mostly, it was a matter of Thorne and his wife discussing busi- ness and dull things around the house, things boys my age weren't very interested in. Caroline was permitted to join in the con- versation as long as she was polite about it. The boys, on the other hand, were either prohibited from speaking or just didn't want to. Gary sat looking at me throughout the meal which made me uncomfortable. Eric just leaned over his plate and shoveled his food in, trying to look inconspicuous. The talk switched to being about me with Master Thorne boast- ing of how I had seduced the Wellesley boy and the look on Wel- lesley's face when he realized it. This made Caroline and Mrs. Thorne giggle and me to blush predictably. "You don't suppose he'll want to sell out, do you?" Mrs Thorne asked. "Who? Wellesley? I'll buy him out tomorrow if he wants to, but I don't think he'll betray the church. He knew when he took the oath that he was giving his boys to the Old Ones' service." "I thought he was a really cute boy," Caroline smirked. "So did Kelvin," Thorne laughed. "Did you like him, Kelvin?" Caroline smiled at me, not cruel- ly. I just blushed down at my plate and didn't say anything. It didn't seem right for them to be making fun of Robin and me. "Didn't you hear them?" Thorne laughed again. "Oh, stop it, Kelvin," his laughter stopped when he saw I was upset. "Robin's your boy, now. You want him back just say so and I'll go fetch him myself." I could well imagine him bursting into the Wellesley home and stealing Robin from his father and I wasn't about to give him the license to do it with. I said nothing. I noticed that Eric had stopped eating. Mrs. Thorne smiled over at me. "That's a very special honor, Kelvin, for a boy your age to have a little boy friend." I wasn't proud. "Especially a really cute one," Caroline added. "Alright you two, stop it. You're embarrassing the boy," Thorne instructed. "Eric, maybe you should invite Robin over for dinner tomorrow night." "He's Kelvin's boy friend," Eric replied in his soft, bashful voice. "That doesn't matter," Thorne shrugged. "Kelvin's your boy, you have to help him out, too." Thorne waited for Eric to respond but the boy stayed silent. His father grunted in disappointment and shook his head. "Maybe you could take Kelvin over to visit him this evening..." Mrs Thorne suggested. "We're going to the Boy's Club," Eric said, still not looking up from his plate. "Good," Thorne nodded, finishing his meal and dropping his napkin on the plate. "But you remember what I said. Don't let any of those boys play with Kelvin. Not even the little ones. Every father in Tarsec Village is going to be pushing their boys to play with Kelvin and some of those children can be pretty determined. You just tell them their fathers have to talk to me. You understand?" "Yes, sir," Eric swallowed. Thorne stood and left the table. "Damn, I got a gold mine and don't even have to pay dwarves to mine it for me." He laughed and left the room. "May we be excused?" Eric asked as soon as he was gone. "We have to get ready." "Of course, dear," Mrs. Thorne replied, kissing the boy's forehead and giving his slender neck a gentle squeeze. "Come on," Eric said standing. I stood up with eyes staring at the floor and followed the older boy out. He didn't say anything to me as he led me back to his room, which looked the same as mine save for not having any teddy bears. "It's not my fault," I said softly, feeling like crying because he was mad at me. "I know, Kelvin," Eric sighed, sitting down on the bed. "He used to rent me out when I was little, too. You just have to remember that you don't have to do anything if you don't want to... except if I tell you to and I won't. And he doesn't know anything that goes on at the club so you can play with anybody you want even if he does say no." "I know," I said, though I hadn't realized that. I knew that Eric had let me play with Erin and Shane. I didn't know I could play with anybody I wanted, or nobody if I didn't want to. Eric stood up and smiled at me, crossing the room and taking me in his arms. I loved it when he held me and I felt myself smiling. "I love you," I said, beginning to enjoy saying it to other boys. "I love you, too," he smiled, gently petting my hair. We were giggling and playful as we stripped down naked to get dressed for the club. This took awhile because I was feeling pretty affectionate and wouldn't let Eric pick out clothes for us. Every time he tried to turn his attention to the drawers I would run up and slap his bottom or grab for his big penis. The tall, slender teenager would immediately whirl around giggling, chase me for a while, catch me, throw me on the bed and tickle me until I was exhausted from giggling. Mostly he tickled my ribs, but he had discovered that little boys were pretty ticklish around their penises, too; or perhaps he just liked feeling it. I would struggle sometimes or just lay there with my skinny legs spread and let the boy fondle me. My erection was getting very hard and I was eager for the boy to play with me, but he just fondled it. "Eric," I whined, when he turned yet again to the drawers. "What?!" he giggled in mock impatience. "Play with me," I said in my most pouting voice. I was sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down on it, the rhythmic motion feeling nice. "No, not till we get to the club." "Why not?" "Because it'll be funner and you can meet some other boys." "Will Erin and Shane be there?" I was still bouncing on the bed naked, but Eric suddenly turned, his face serious. "Kelvin, don't say anything to anybody about Erin," he said in a hushed whisper. He looked so serious that I stopped bouncing, just sat there with my hairless little erection pulsing. "Why not?" "Because he'll get in trouble." "Why?" "Just trust me, Kelvin, okay? Don't even think about him." I sat there for a moment trying to figure out what was so important, but couldn't. "Will Shane be there?" I asked, quickly forgetting the entire subject. Eric grinned at my childishness. "Probably," he said, his naked, soft brown body turning back to the dresser, "...if Michael's there." "I like Michael," I grinned and blushed, starting to bounce on the bed again. "Do you want to play with him?" Eric giggled. "Does he want to play with me?" I asked, blushing brighter. "Probably. Ask him." I doubted that I would ask a boy to play with me but at the moment, I thought I might. "Will Robin be there?" I asked, as if I'd forgotten the entire scene that afternoon. "I don't think so, Kelvin," Eric replied. He pulled a pile of clothing from the dresser and walked over to the bed, long, beautiful penis swinging between his legs. "Why not?" I asked again, still bouncing. "Because he isn't a member of the club." "Oh." "Here," Eric said, throwing some clothes at me. "Put these on." I stopped bouncing and picked up the clothes trying to figure out what they were. They felt like pajamas, but the fabric felt stiffer. "What is it?" I asked as I examined them. "Just put them on, would you? You ask more questions than a four year old." This kind of embarrassed me and I fell quiet, but Eric didn't sound like he meant it. I could see now that he had given me a pair of white pants, a white shirt and a baby blue, cloth belt. It looked okay, so I shrugged my bare shoulders and stood up. My two inch erection still stuck straight out but I was getting used to having an erection and scarcely thought about it as I stepped into the pants. They were a little too big for me and Eric knelt down and rolled them up above my ankles. They were baggy and were held up by a slender, white, cotton rope. I tied them around my skinny hips with a small bow knot. As Eric started dressing, I slipped into the shirt. It was baggy, too, and I was confused to discover that it had no buttons and no ties to close it with. I stood there holding the ends open, baring my little boy chest, and looked at Eric. He was pulling on a similar shirt and giggled when he saw the confused look on my face. "That looks cute like it is," he grinned, "but you close it with the sash." I tipped my head uncertainly at him and he giggled again. "Here." He left his shirt hanging open and picked up the baby blue sash from the bed. His large hands closed the shirt and wrapped it loosely around my skinny chest. Holding it shut, he wrapped the sash around me and tied it without a knot. When he was done, I giggled at my own confusion and ran over to the large mirror on his wall. It was a karate outfit and I thought it looked adorable on me, the upper part of my chest exposed almost to my ribs. I stood admiring myself as Eric came over dressed in an identical outfit, save that his sash was black. We looked cute. I felt happier in these outfits than the ones we had worn the previous night. They didn't show as much of our skin and didn't look like something a girl would wear. To me, they were nice, normal boy clothes. "Ready?" he grinned at my reflection. I blushed and nodded, a boyish smile on my face as I thought about being at the Boy's Club again. Nobody saw us as we slipped out the back door and went down the path to the stables. Feeling free, we were both giggling happily and jostling each other as we climbed on Eric's horse and set off. Mr. Hocket was again sitting at the desk when we came into the entryway and my boyish bashfulness returned as Eric stepped up to him. I felt his young arm wrapping around my shoulders and I leaned against him, a blushing smile on my face. The man lowered his paper and looked at us. "Hello, Eric," he nodded, eyes quickly turning to me. He was looking closely at me and I turned away embarrassed. "Okay," he said. "You boys go ahead." We started toward the door, but he stopped us. "Eric, what are you doing sharing him with that new boy and not letting him play with Michael?" he asked. Eric looked down blushing. "You'd have to talk to Pa, Mr. Hocket," he said shyly. "I see," the man nodded. "Your Pa has a way of having boys everybody wants, doesn't he?" He said this with a smile, but I didn't think he was very happy about it. Eric stood there blushing, not certain what to say, and was saved when the front door opened again. I felt my heart jump to my throat when I saw that it was Mr. Wellesley. The man stood outside and held the door open, his other hand gently guiding two small boys, about seven or eight, into the room. They were very cute boys and I smiled boyishly at them. They looked very nervous in their blue jeans and short sleeved shirts and blushed when they saw me, looking away bashfully, silently moving closer to their father. I knew instantly that they were Robin's little brothers. They were so adorable they could be no others. I looked up and felt my heart leap for joy as Robin stepped in. Like the smaller boys, he was wearing blue jeans and a short sleeve shirt, his feet in white tennis shoes. He saw me instant- ly, and his eyes locked on mine, nervously at first, but relaxing in an embarrassed smile when he saw me smiling at him. Mr. Wellesley followed them in and closed the door. I felt him looking at me and felt nervously afraid that he was going to be mad at me. He turned to Mr. Hocket, however, and approached the desk. "I..." he began. "My boys want to join," he said. I looked over at Robin and he was still blushing at me. I somehow knew that he was the one who wanted to join most. Hocket nodded. "Do they have boy friends," he asked, sighing and taking out some forms. "Uh... I, uh..." Wellesley said nervously. "Look, Master Wellesley, the older boy there belongs to Kelvin over there, don't he?" Hocket said, bored. "Uh, I, uh, I..." "He does, Mr. Hocket," Eric said bashfully. "They did it today." "Now," Hocket sighed turning back to the man, "did you buy any boy friends for your other boys?" "Well, uh, they're just children," Wellesley stammered, looking terrified that his little boys would have to do it, too. "That's fine," Hocket shrugged agreeably. "I was just making sure. So you want one Up and two Down." "I'm sorry?" Wellesley said. "What... what does that mean? One Up, two Down?" Hocket sighed again. "You want the older boy to be allowed upstairs and the little ones to be down." "What's the difference?" Wellesley asked, confused. Hocket sighed and buried his face in his hands. "It's right, sir," Eric said, stepping bashfully up to the older man. "The little boys have to stay downstairs until they..." His smooth brown face instantly grew crimson. "They just play games there... regular games..." Wellesley stared at Eric for a long moment, then glanced briefly at me. He swallowed and nodded. "I understand," he said, sighing. "Thanks." "So, one Up, two Down?" Hocket repeated. "Yes. Yes." I looked over at Robin and felt a grin slip to my mouth. The adorable boy blushed and grinned back. "Then fill out this one for Robin," Hocket said giving one of the forms to Wellesley, "and these ones for the little boys. You boys can go on in," he said, tipping his head toward the inner door. "Oh, uh," Wellesley said, standing up from the forms. His eyes glanced at Eric and I again, then turned to his sons. He walked over to the shy boys and put his arms around all three of them. They instantly melted against him. "I love you guys," he said, hugging all of them. All three of the boys returned his love and I stood watching jealously, feeling a sad aching in my heart. After a moment, the man let go of them and they stood huddled near him as if ready to hug all over again. "I'll come back at ten to pick you up, okay?" he asked, his eyes gazing over them with adoration. The boys nodded and his gaze turned to Robin. The boy stood obedient and gazing up at the man, ready to do as he instructed. The man's hand took hold of the boy's skinny neck and their eyes looked deep into each others. "This is really what you want?" he asked in a voice so soft I doubted Hocket could hear it. "Wha..." the boy began, blushing and looking down. "I want whatever you want, Dad," he said. The man looked at him for a moment. "I want you to be happy," he said, "then I'll be happy." Blushing brightly, Robin smiled up at his father. "They're..." he began bashfully. "They're nice, Dad." The man nodded, an accepting smile on his face. He gently pulled the boy's head forward and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Robin," he said. Robin blushed but, despite any embarrassment he might have felt about such things in front of Eric and I, he fell into the man's arms again and hugged him. I stood there adoring the man and wishing I could be loved by him as much as he loved the three boys. "Alright," he sighed, standing up and letting the boy go. "I'll be here at ten, okay?" Robin blushed but smiled and nodded up at the man. Welles- ley's hand rested on the boy's shoulder as Robin turned and walked over to Eric and I. He stopped near us and stood blushing down at me. "Kelvin," I heard Wellesley's voice say. I turned and looked up at him, willing to do anything he told me to do. "You be good to my boys, okay?" he asked, his head nodding gently as if tell- ing me how to answer. I stared up at him in wonder for a long moment, then nodded back. "I promise," I said in a voice that begged him to love me. He gave a brief nod back then turned toward the door. His hand gently tousled the silky brown hair of the smaller boys then opened the door and stepped out into the night. All five of us looked after him as Mr. Hocket shook his head and returned to his newspaper. When we looked at each other, we all looked embar- rassed for idolizing Wellesley. An awkward moment past, and no one seemed to know what to do or say. "This is Eric," I blushed, pointing to the boy who's arm still held me. Robin blushed at him so adorably that it would have been impossible for Eric not to love him. The two boys shook hands and I felt a gentle warmth touch me, pleased that they were both going to be friends. "Your Dad's really cool," Eric said, expressing the emotion for both of us. Robin just nodded and smiled, obviously aware of the fact. "These are my brothers," his childlike voice said. "Adam and Bryan." The two small boys giggled a little and blushed, looking only slightly less adorable than their twelve year old brother. Eric and I smiled at their adorable bashfulness for a moment and I loved sharing the moment with him. "Well, let's introduce them to some friends," Eric said. He pushed the door open and I stepped through it followed by Robin and the little boys. Eric came quickly behind and we soon entered the large room for the younger boys of the village. These boys were, again, in a mixture of dressing, some naked, some in skimpy clothes and some as well dressed as our young charges. There were more than fifty of them and they were all busy at a variety of games. When they saw us, more than a dozen jumped up and scurried over to us. I expected them to swarm around Eric again. I was astonished as their scantily clad or naked bodies swarmed around me, small hands touching me through my outfit, all of them pleading with me to take them upstairs. They were all the older boys in the group, most of them as old, if not older than, me. One of them was particularly adorable, a blond-haired boy of eleven or twelve who was completely naked. I was so enchanted by his face that I heard him above the other childish voices saying, "My pa'll beat me if I don't go upstairs." I was looking into his blue eyes and he knew he had my attention. "I can play with it," he said, growing hands pulling at my clothes. I was ready and eager to invite him upstairs to play with us, if for no other reason than to spare him a beating, but Eric's young voice sounded above the chorus of children. "David!" he said, "You're Down." The cute boy flushed immediately and looked scared as he remembered where he was, but he looked away only for a moment. In that moment, I looked down at his slender, tanned body, and was astonished to see how big his penis was. Even soft, it was bigger than mine, even bigger than Robin's, but it was still hairless. "Please," he begged me, turning and taking hold of my shirt again before I could stop gazing at his big penis. "I'll be a good boy." I was intensely embarrassed. Not only was his penis bigger than mine, but the boy was taller and plainly wiser. "Leave him alone, David," Eric said, seeing my confusion and causing the boy to turn nervously around again. My eyes moved instantly to his penis. "If you do, I'll tell Morgan about you." The boy's eyes lit up for a second with delight, but he contained himself. "Pa said it had to be you or Kelvin..." The other young boys fell silent and were listening in. "How old are you, David?" Eric smiled at the adorable boy. "Eleven," he said shyly, and I blushed realizing he was the same age as me and much more developed. Eric grinned and shook his head. "I can't believe you don't have a boy yet," he said. David looked saddened by this and looked away, blushing in embarrassment. Eric smiled down at him. "Okay," my boy friend said. "You can be my boy friend." David looked up, his adorable face and blue eyes wide in surprise. "You mean it?" he asked. "As long as Kelvin doesn't mind." He looked over at me and I shortly realized that he wanted my approval. A smile broke on my face and I nodded delightedly, more than eager to have the young boy join our small band of boys. Eric smiled proudly at me and just had time to catch the naked boy as he flew into his arms. "Alright, David," he grinned. "Alright." His hands gently rubbed across the boy's slender, bare shoulders and his eyes gazed down at him with affection. Despite his attention and love for the other boy, I didn't feel at all jealous. David was really pretty and I knew Eric didn't love me any less, any more than I loved him less for all my adoration of Robin. When the young boy had expressed his gratitude sufficiently and was ready to go upstairs, he lay holding to Eric and looked over at us. "David," Eric said. "Your first task is to pick someone to be friends with Adam and Bryan." He motioned toward Robin's small brothers and David looked nervous, instantly chewing on his finger. "Eddie," he said, after a moment to think. "No," Eric grinned, near laughter. "It has to be an innocent boy." "Ricky?" he suggested uncertainly. Eric shrugged. "Okay." David motioned to a small, skinny boy of eight and, after a moment, the boy came hesitantly over to us. He was very cute, even cuter with the look of skepticism on his smooth, brown face. "What do you want?" he asked cautiously. He was wearing slacks and a shirt and didn't seem very inter- ested or comfortable around David's naked body. David was still chewing eagerly on one of his fingers. "Will you be friends with these guys?" he asked, looking very worried that the boy would say no. Ricky looked at the small boys with serious, boyish consider- ation. "Are they weirdos?" he asked, looking back at David, with a tough glance at the taller boy holding him. "No, they're nice, I swear," David's childish voice said quickly. Ricky's deep brown eyes challenged the little boys and looked them up and down. "Do you know how to play marbles?" he asked them, looking very stern and scrutinizing. The older of the two boys stepped forward nervously, nodding. "But we didn't bring any..." he said. Ricky looked like he liked Adam right away and a boyish smile touched him as he shrugged. "You can have some of mine, I guess," he said. "Come on. You can meet my friend Bobby." With little notice of Robin watching them or of the rest of us, Adam and Bryan nervously but eagerly followed the skinny boy into the room. We watched the little boys for awhile as Ricky doled out a small handful of marbles to each of them from a velvet bag, and were fairly certain that Ricky had been a good choice. "See?" David said. "He doesn't ever take his clothes off or anything." Eric grinned as Robin and I blushed. "Okay," he said, his arm still around the naked boy's bare shoulders. "Come on." Free of the little boys and with Eric holding to the young boy he had just adopted, Robin and I dropped back and followed the older boy toward the stairs. "I didn't think your dad would let you come," I blushed, feeling embarrassed about what the cute boy and I had done that afternoon. Robin blushed, too, and shrugged the thin shoulders in his shirt. "He was just worried that we were being bad," he said. "Oh," I said, relieved to know that we hadn't done anything bad. "I told him..." Robin's boyish voice stopped. "What?" I asked, worried that he had told him everything. "I told him we just played a game." I was worried for a moment, but Robin was just blushing and smiling and I felt a sigh of relief that he hadn't told him about us being naked and me sucking on his penis. "He said he just wanted to make sure I liked playing with you and I told him I did." "Oh," I smiled, feeling warm and happy inside. "He said when he was little, boys didn't play with their penises like we did." My heart lurched and I felt terrified. I swallowed and looked at Robin, but he was just smiling and walking as if every- thing was okay. My ears grew hot and I looked away, wondering if I was the only one who felt embarrassed about playing with boys' penises. Robin turned and looked at me then looked to the front again, still smiling and blushing. "Dad said all the boys at the club play with their penises," he said, blushing but not seeming the least bit troubled by it. "It'll be fun, won't it?" I walked along beside the adorable boy as we started up the stairs and didn't answer. It wasn't that I felt ashamed; but I wondered if there was something wrong with me, to be so worried about everybody knowing what we did to each other. Robin didn't seem to mind in the slightest, despite a little embarrassment, and Eric was plainly quite happy to have everybody know. Eric was giggling and holding David's thin shoulders as Robin and I followed them up the stairs and through the doors to the older boys' section. David was giggling nervously and I could see his baby soft body flushed with shyness and excitement, knowing that he was going to learn all sorts of new things about his penis and knowing that his Dad was going to be very proud of him for landing a boy like Eric. Robin and I both seemed too shy to speak to each other, or perhaps just couldn't think of anything to say. I wished he would hold me like Eric did, like Eric was holding David, but Robin was as innocent and boyish as I was and probably never thought about it. Michael Hocket saw us as we entered. He smiled at Robin and I walking nervously together, the same toothy smile that made images of him naked flash through my mind. The look in his pretty eyes and the slight flush in his cheeks just made me think of him having an orgasm for some reason. I wondered if he had that effect on all boys. He was wearing gym shorts and a tank top, but all my mind could see was his hard body and stiff erec- tion. Across the room, I could see Shane playing cards with a skinny, dark haired boy. Eric greeted Michael and the athletic young boy stood smiling seductively at Robin and I, or at least it felt seductive to me. I glanced over at Robin and saw that the adorable boy was looking away bashfully. I smiled boyishly back at Michael, looking at him through my long eyelashes too embarrassed to look directly into those eyes. His body entranced me, his chest and arms looking hard with highly defined muscles. It wasn't that he was a big boy. In fact, he was only about an inch taller than me an his chest was as small as Robin's. Nonetheless, his tank top swelled and his biceps formed hard mounds on his arms. "You heard from him?" Eric whispered to Michael. Michael shot him a brief warning glance then shook his head briefly. "Did you get a new toy, Eric?" Michael grinned down at the naked boy in Eric's skinny arms. Eric blushed and smiled proudly down at David. The eleven year old's hairless penis still looked big and thick for a child and I could tell that Michael liked it. "Someone has to help David out. Gees, I was going to save him for McCormick but I think he's waiting for Jeremy to turn ten." "You must be Robin," Michael said, turning his attention back to my adorable boy. Robin blushed and nodded, but didn't smile or say anything. "Is anyone in the Blue Room?" Eric asked. "Not for another hour or so," Michael said. "Is David going to play with his wiener?" he added, teasing the young boy. David blushed brightly, but he was smiling and looked eager to learn. "We'll be back later," Eric sighed. "Come on, David." He started to lead the naked child back toward the hallway, but Michael stopped them. "Hey, Eric, let me help." "It's his first time, Michael..." "So," Michael shrugged. "It's not like his Dad's throwing a dinner or something." Eric looked down at his young charge and smiled. "Okay. I know just what you can do." "Okay," Michael grinned happily. "I'll be there in just a second." Eric turned and now guided the nervous, giggling young David back to lose his eleven year old virginity. "You guys come on," Michael said, instantly tugging Robin and I after him. "You can watch." This seemed a little odd to me and Robin was even more con- fused, but neither of us said anything as we followed the older boy toward the hall. We turned into a room and Michael shut the door behind us. It was a long narrow room. The only light came from one wall which was, quite simply, not there. The floor was extremely soft, like velvet covering a thick layer of feathers. We walked across this and I suddenly realized that the missing wall adjoined to the blue room where Eric was just entering with David. "They can't see or hear you," Michael grinned. "On their side, this looks like a real wall." This was confusing to me and I didn't believe it at first because the sights and sounds from the Blue Room past into our viewing room without the slightest distortion, as if we were actually standing there not more than fifteen feet from Eric and David. "Hey!" Michael suddenly yelled loudly. Neither Eric nor David gave the slightest sign that they heard and Michael grinned proudly. "You can watch from here. I'll come back as soon as we're done with him." With that, the athletic boy departed leaving Robin and I standing there silent- ly. Eric's large hands were beginning to caress David's naked chest and belly and the young boy was starting to giggle nervous- ly, his cute face flushed red. The older boy was smiling and tenderly telling David about what he was going to do to his body and penis. I scarcely listened however. Robin was moving si- lently toward the opening and one of his oversized hands reached out and felt across what looked to be a solid wall. "It's magic or something," his boyish voice said, looking back at me. I looked past him into the other room where Eric was gently guiding the young eleven year old boy onto the large bed. His hands were still caressing the younger boy whose big penis still hung limp between his legs. Entranced by the gentle guidance of my boy friend, I walked over to the wall and sat down facing it. Robin still stood there watching as intently as I was as Michael entered the room, a big grin on his face. "What do you want me to do, Eric?" he asked, smiling at the pretty, naked boy lying helpless and exposed on the bed. Michael's high-pitched voice came to our ears as if nothing separated us from them. I could even hear the sound of David's soft skin rubbing across the bedspread. Still gazing into David's nervous eyes, his fingertips gently feeling across the smaller boy's chest, Eric said, "You can stick it in him while I suck him off." Michael instantly broke into a bigger grin and his big hands quickly took hold of his tank top and peeled it off. I felt Robin sinking down to sit beside me as I gazed at Michael's beautiful body. He was still only thirteen so his shoulders hadn't grown broad like a man's, but his small chest looked so hard with boyish muscles and his arms were so pretty that I longed wondering what it would be like to feel his body against mine. He had little, brown nipples on the mounds of his chest, mounds that looked like they would fit wonderfully in my small hands. Beneath them, his slender abdomen rippled with boyish muscles and his rib cage. Even his little belly button looked adorable against the soft, pale brown skin that covered his body. His body turned as he reached for his shorts and I could see the soft, smooth perfection of his back. His shoulder blades were still prominent like a skinny boy's and I could see the ridges of his backbone, but the rest of his back and shoulders looked smooth with gently rippling muscles. I felt myself swal- low in embarrassment as he pushed his shorts down and exposed his small, round bottom to us. It was paler than the rest of his body, like most boy's were, but it was cute to, cute enough that I was embarrassed still more to realize that I liked looking at other boy's butts. Eric was still cooing to David and the hairless boy was giggling more frantically now as the smooth, pale skin around his young cock was gently caressed and petted. As I said before, he had no more pubic hair than a bowling ball and his big, bald penis lay back against his belly swelling slowly into an erec- tion. Between his creamy thighs, his young testicles were pulled into the smooth soft mound of his hairless scrotum, looking pink and slightly wrinkled. Eric's big hand took hold of the round balls and he felt them, all the while his gentle reassurances to the innocent boy filling our ears with the beautiful soprano of his boyish voice. Michael grinned and stretched, rippling his hard little muscles, and turned enough that Robin and I could see the mag- nificent beauty of his stiff erection. His boyish cock was only a little over four and a half inches long, making it bigger than mine or Robin's, but perhaps smaller than the stiffening erection between David's legs and certainly smaller than Eric's gifted cock. Nonetheless, the horny pubescent boy displayed it with great pride and with no apparent embarrassment, even thrusting his hips outward to show it off to David's excited blue eyes. The young boy took great fascination in the older boy's erection, probably as entranced as I was by the sparse, dark brown little pubic hairs around its base. It really was an adorable penis, the purple head poking clear out from his brown foreskin and showing how eager it was to play with the child by its shiny throbbing. Eric's big hand was now taking complete hold of David's hard boner and the young boy whimpered and stared at it in astonish- ment. Fully erect now, the eleven year old's penis was already a full six inches long and was much thicker than Michael's stiff penis. It looked strange to see so large a penis on a boy who was so young and hairless, and I realized that Eric was right to be so amazed that David hadn't been adopted yet, especially knowing how the people in Tarsec Village worshipped boys with big penises. David was only eleven and still had a lot of growing to do. I could only wonder how big his cock would be when he was thirteen and I wondered if Eric's cock had been that big in his boyhood. Eric tugged on the child's big cock several times, getting it real hard and excited and causing David to cry weakly, then stood up. By this time, I knew Eric's pubescent body very well but I was no less enchanted by the soft beauty of it as he took off the karate outfits we'd put on earlier. His skin looked softer and smoother than the other boy's and his thin, gangly pubescent body somehow got me more excited than their's. There was something about boy's with long legs and arms and overgrown hands and feet that affected me and Eric was an ideal image of this stage in a boy's development. David stared at the thirteen year old's big erection in nervous excitement and I saw him swallow nervously as the tall boy laid down next to him and gently took his small naked body in his arms. "That's a good boy," he cooed to David as he petted his blond hair and across his thin shoulders. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Michael's excited, naked body scurried up on the bed behind David and he pressed his adorable chest and stiff young penis against the boy's back and bottom. I could hear Robin panting softly beside me as we sat there and watched the beautiful image of the three naked boy's bodies rubbing against each other. We could see flashes of their hard penises poking and rubbing against their bellies and butts and bodies and it was all intensely erotic. Add to the image the sounds of their gasps and David's childish cries of wonder and it was easy to understand how horny I was starting to feel. Nervously, I glanced over at Robin through the corner of my eye, was astonished and excited to see his fingers awkwardly and absently caressing the bulge in his blue jeans. The poor boy was as horny as I was. I didn't do anything, however. It just seemed weird to start playing with Robin when the three other boys were doing it right in front of us. "What are you doing?" David's high pitched, childish voice asked, sounding a little nervous as Eric tenderly petted his young face and Michael began gently kissing his immature belly. "Don't worry," Eric smiled down at the innocent virgin. I was again astonished by Eric's seductive tenderness with little boy's. His long fingers and the loving smile on his face belied how fearful and uncertain the thirteen year old was around adults. His seven inch cock was sticking straight out and the brown head was poking free of his smooth foreskin. I could see him gently pressing it against the small, hairless boy's thigh as his long fingers gently caressed David's small chest and soft skin. It looked so big beside the smaller boy and so pretty with his soft brown peach fuzz. Michael was leaning over David's belly and was kissing it as his big hands rubbed across the eleven year old's rib cage. He was smiling delightedly, loving the younger boy's whimpering cries as his innocent body was tenderly fondled into manhood. He was leaning over so I couldn't see his slender young erection. David's hairless penis was completely exposed, however, and I gazed at it lovingly, envious of how big it was in his tender years. I watched with growing excitement as Michael's hand, traced with small blue veins that boasted of his hard muscles, gently reached down and felt the prepubescent's hairless scrotum. Having his private parts directly fondled by another boy seemed to make David even more uncertain and nervous and I heard his whimpers become more frightened. I was somehow certain that David had played with boys before, that he and the other little boys downstairs eagerly and awkward- ly experimented with each other's naked bodies. Of the little boys, David, most particularly, seemed to eager to share his penis with boys not to have done so before the ripe old age of eleven. In my mind, I could envision it quite clearly, their hairless little boners sticking out from their skinny bodies as they giggled and jostled each other. Nonetheless, the look in his pretty face and the virgin cries from his boyish chest made him seem very innocent indeed. Perhaps it was just the greater experience of the older boys, the two of them knowing just how to make a little boy's body squirm with excitement and a willingness to let them have their way with him. At any rate, I watched Michael's hand take hold of the child's five inch boner with envy and adoration, adoring most the frightened cry that escaped from the little boy. I was so shocked when I felt Robin touch my shoulder that I let out a startled cry and almost jumped away. I had held my place but my reaction was enough to send a bright glow into Robin's smooth, adorable face and to cause the young pubescent to look away in fearful shame. It was almost the prettiest he had ever looked with the glow from the next room shining across his soft, tanned cheeks in idyllic beauty. Only his smile could have enchanted me more. The hormones in his slender young body were so great that I could practically feel them radiating through him like the heat of his pubescent desires. I could see the effect they were having on him by the slender, hard bulge sticking up and pressing against the zipper in his blue jeans. I stared between his legs, envisioning the exquisite beauty of his hairless erection pulsing beneath the cloth. Despite the presence of the squirming, naked boys in the next room and the fact that we could see and hear them so clearly, I had no doubt that Robin didn't want to wait for Michael to come back to play with us. I had opened the pan- dora's box of his pubescent penis and, like any boy his age, he had little strength to control it any more. My eyes gazed slowly up his shirt. It was loose on him, but draped around his thin body beautifully, showing how small and childish his chest was despite the long, awkwardness of his legs and arms. He was still looking away shamefully when I reached his adorable face and I gazed at the baby soft skin of his blush- ing cheeks beneath his long, black eyelashes. He was unbeliev- able cute and quite beyond my young ability to keep from loving. Although he was my boy and I had every right to make the first advance, I was too shy and innocent myself to say anything to him or to reach out and touch him as he had done me. Instead, I swallowed in embarrassment and silently undid the sash to my shirt. Feeling oddly uncertain about what I was doing, I pulled the sleeves down my arms, felt the cotton slip over my little shoulders, and pulled the shirt free of my skinny little body. I was too shy and boyish to look at Robin as I sat there wearing just the baggy white pants Eric had dressed me in. I had no underwear on and the rough caress of the cotton against my stiff little boner sent shivers of pleasant ache into it. I knew that Robin was looking at my bare chest, but I could- n't bring myself to look back. Instead I just sat there and waited for the boy to feel my smooth skin, to caress my body the way Michael and Eric were doing to David. When several moments passed without the boy touching me, I swallowed again and glanced up just enough to confirm that he was looking. He was, he was just too innocent to know what to do. I wasn't about to tell him, but I did know one more thing I could do to encourage him. Boyishly, I sat back on my bottom and wiggled the pants down my legs. As usual, my little penis appeared pulsing and sticking out its childish two inches with frantic excitement. Its rosy glow and the bright purple little head at the end shown beautifully in the light from the next room, the reflections against my skin showing how soft and hairless I was. I dropped the pants aside and sat down with my legs scissored out away from me. My small hand nervously felt across the soft pillows as I let Robin look at me and waited for his innocent puberty to overcome his child- hood. I was so enraptured by Robin once again, that I didn't even look to see what Eric and Michael were doing to little David, not even when the little boy started to squeal in fear and excite- ment. I knew they were actively playing with his erection now, could hear the rhythmic movements of their flesh rubbing against the child, their hands rubbing his hairless young cock, their lips kissing and licking his naked body. The sounds were enough to make me want to cry with envy. Mostly, however, all I wanted was to feel Robin's affection and to share the beauty of his youth. I didn't have to look at the twelve year old to know that he wasn't watching David's initiation any more than I was. I could feel his adorable blue eyes caressing my chest and erection even if his hands weren't. Knowing that he liked my naked body even if he was too boyish to touch it, I silently laid back on the pillows, holding my head in my interlaced fingertips and spread- ing my skinny, hairless boy legs. My ribs rippled with my arms reaching over my head and the skinny, hairless beauty of my childish body was there for him to see. I looked down at it too, mostly staring at my little penis and the frantic, hard pulsing that raced along its skinny two inches. It did look little, there was no way of denying it, but it was so hard and was so excited that it was, in my eyes, every bit as beautiful as Da- vid's. If nothing else, my pale skin looked smoother and I was smaller and skinnier. I looked more like a little boy than he did... if only Robin liked little boys more than he did older boys. Still, he didn't touch me and I finally looked up at him. I was relieved to see that he was gazing over my body with the nervous puppy love of young puberty. The look on his face was sad and frightened, almost anguished, as if the boy were enduring some internal struggle between his desires and his innocence. For a moment, I feared that he would break into tears and turn away, but he didn't. Instead, after long moments of gazing at my hairless childhood spread out before him like an offering, the adorable boy finally took hold of his shirt and unbuttoned it. The fear and pain in his face faded a great deal as he made the commitment and was replaced by an innocent half-smile and crimson blush. I stared in transfixed adoration as I watched his growing hands move down his small body, watched his beautiful little chest appear looking baby soft and pale brown in the oblique light as the shirt parted. The nervous, high pitched squeals and moans from the innocent virgin in the next room were growing still louder, sounding like he was crying with fear. I turned to see what was happening only briefly, just enough to see Eric holding to the boy's hairless cock and smiling at him, promising him that it wouldn't hurt. Standing beside the bed now, Michael was busy coating his four inch erection with cream as Eric pulled the cheeks of David's little butt apart and pressed a finger against his tight sphinc- ter. I turned excitedly back to Robin, feeling desperately eager to feel his naked body laying against mine. The young boy's hands were pulling his shirt from his jeans and unbuttoning the last button. He wasn't looking at me directly, but I had the distinct feeling that he was looking at my erection as his shirt opened and his adorable little chest appeared between the ends. Half clothed as it was, his small, boyishly muscular chest looked even prettier than it did totally naked, the smooth, pale brown skin looking baby soft and perfect. For a moment, the fear and confusion leapt back into his adorable face. I watched in nervous excitement as the pained look returned and he again turned to see what was happening in the other room, watched as Eric forced David's hairless young body to turn and expose his little butt hole to the horny boy standing with the stiff cock that was to penetrate him. I could see Robin's neck move as he swallowed the nervous excitement in his young body. He had no adam's apple yet, but the smooth, boyish skin along his neck moved in the place where his adam's apple would one day be. Still watching the other boys, Robin's hands pulled his shirt apart and his baby soft chest pressed through the ends. They slipped over his shoulders and the exquisite, pubescent beauty of his little chest appeared in stunning perfection. Bare chested now, Robin finally looked straight at me, our eyes looking into each other's with the nervous uncertainty and desire that is normal for boys our age who are about to share our most private parts with each other. Although I felt as embar- rassed and as uncertain as he did, I managed a faint smile of support. This made Robin's neck swallow again and the boy looked away, but his beautiful chest slowly lay down beside mine. I felt so horny and so in love with the pretty boy that my hand instantly slipped across his thin belly, adoringly felt across his baby soft ribs. He looked down at my hand uncertain- ly, but the boy knew what we were going to do now. He may have been hopelessly inexperienced, but he knew that I wanted to play with his penis again and he knew that he wanted me to. As embar- rassed as he may have felt, he was altogether willing. I adored the feel of his small abdomen and chest as my hand tenderly rubbed across it, reassuring him of my affection and love. He lay there obediently, his chest rising and falling as he breathed and absently watched the other naked boys in the next room. David squealed with childish fear as Michael rammed his skinny, four inch penis up inside the child's butt, grinning down at the violated virgin boy as he shoved it all the way down to the smooth, downy mound between his legs. With a delighted grin on his face, he started rhythmically poking his stiff erection in and out the eleven year old boy's hairless sphincter. He had hoisted David's skinny legs up onto his shoulders and held the boy against the edge of the bed with his legs high overhead. David's little butt hold was totally exposed and Michael was eagerly filling it with his rock hard young cock. It was pretty to me somehow; Michael's penis with its little patch of peach fuzz pounding against the smooth, hairless skin of the eleven year old's butt. David's hairless young penis was pulsing back above his belly and his hairless scrotum looked adorable, moving rhythmically as Michael's penis moved in and out of him. Most adorable of all was the astonished, confused look in David's boyish eyes, looking frightened that an erection could be stuck up his butt like that. Nonetheless, I was feeling more and more infatuated with Robin and wished my young lover would pay more attention to me and his own body than he did to the other boys. As I lay beside him, rubbing up and down on his bare chest and belly, I knew just what to do to command his attention. With great affection, I slid my hand over his smooth belly button and took hold of the stiff bulge between his legs. The boy actually let out a startled cry as I grabbed his erection through his jeans. He looked so pretty and so aston- ished that I felt myself leaning forward, felt my chin lifting as my lips moved for his smooth, boyish face, my hand tenderly kneading the bulge between his legs all the while. As my lips touched his cheek and slid down to lovingly kiss his smooth, baby soft shoulders, Robin actually smiled a little bit, though his face felt hot against my awkward mouth. Despite his embarrass- ment, however, the sight of his innocent smile filled with me still greater adoration and my hand petted up and down on his jeans, seductively stroking his young cock. I crawled closer to him, turning and letting my stiff, hairless little boner poke against his thigh, thrilling me with pleasure as the sensitive, purple head rubbed across his smooth blue jeans. I reached my arm farther around his small chest and ran my lips across the smooth skin until reached one of his childish little nipples. Like a baby, I instinctively felt my lips wrap around his little teat, felt my mouth tentatively sucking on it. It felt right somehow and, for long moments, I lay there sucking on his nipple and fondling his erection with great happiness. My childish hormones weren't all that patient, however. Memories of his beautiful penis were filling my mind and I longed to see the pretty young thing again, especially erect with his desires as I knew that it was. My hand continued to stroke across the magnificent perfection of his baby soft skin, my palm rubbing across the small mound of his other nipple, down over the slender ripples of his young ribs, up into the warm, hairless beauty of his boyish arm pit. He was indescribably beautiful and he was laying there smiling and surrendering his pubescent body over to me willingly. The slender boy's belly shivered as my awkward hand reached for the snap to his blue jeans, but he did nothing to wiggle out of it as I unsnapped it, small fingers feeling around for the zipper. Robin was still blushing and smiling as I slid the zipper down the stiff, slender bulge of his penis. I could feel the pulsing warmth of his erection through his underpants as the zipper reached the bottom and instantly slipped my hand down the front of his pants, moaning as I held to his four inch organ. I gasped around the little nipple in my mouth as I felt across his young penis and Robin let out an embarrassed little giggle, his slender little chest wiggling a little shyly as I got closer to his naked beauty. Again I paused to enjoy a moment of adoration for him, my hand feeling up and down on his underwear, small mouth still sucking his little teat, lips pressed against his baby soft chest. He seemed to like this as much as I did and neither of us rushed the moment too much. Nonetheless, my hand was growing ever more eager to feel his naked erection and I soon slipped my fingers beneath the elastic band to his underpants and reached down inside, fingertips gliding down his smooth, hairless belly. I moaned softly but excitedly as I felt its warm throb- bing, the small circumcised penis head pulsing nakedly against my fingertips. The twelve year old started to pant as his young erection was tenderly caressed and I could see the growing desire in his beautiful eyes. He was staring down his bare chest and belly at my hand disappearing into his underpants, the slow, careful movements in the fabric as my fingers felt around his slender, four inch boner. The skin surrounding it felt wonderful, smooth- er and softer than even his chest, without a single silver hair to mar its unblemished perfection. I was still sucking on his nipple as I pushed my hand lower down, his cock pulsing against my palm as my fingers gently prodded his warm, hairless testi- cles. I hadn't realized it, but my own naked, skinny body was gently humping against his and my little penis head was shining red from the friction of his pants. I was already to grab his pants and struggle with him to get him naked, but the boy sudden- ly giggled bashfully and stood up. I stared up at him in wide eyed adoration as he grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them down his smooth thighs to- gether. His slender boy cock emerged throbbing triumphantly, poking straight up along his belly in a stiff pole of boyish hormones. He looked so beautiful with his erection, and the embarrassed grin on his adorable face made my infatuation for him even greater. His hairless erection poked straight up between his legs, smooth testicles moving back and forth as he lifted his legs and almost stumbled to get them over his feet. I lay there watching it with my mouth hanging open in astonishment of its beauty, wondering if I would ever see anything so beautiful again as that naked boy and his hairless erection. As soon as he had freed his big feet from the jeans, he giggled again and crawled back down on the floor, supporting himself on one elbow as he blushed and let me gaze at his naked perfection. We both looked so cute and so intensely horny with our hairless young penises sticking out at each other with hun- gry, boyish needs. Robin obviously didn't know how to start the act of lovemaking with me and I wasn't much better prepared. We lay there giggling and blushing at each other's naked bodies for a long time, our shared innocence making our sexual desires grow greater with each passing moment. There was a high pitched squeal of terror from the next room and we both turned to see what was happening. Michael had laid down beside David and was now penetrating him from behind, his thin, thirteen year old body squirming rhythmically back and forth as he continued to poke his erection in and out of the child's little butt hole. From this position, however, David's hairless penis was exposed and Eric was grinning as he held the thick boyhood and rhythmically ran his tongue up and down on it. The little boy was releasing the fears of his childhood, his young penis beginning to blossom with his first orgasm and the first treasure of manhood. I wondered what it would feel like to have your penis sucked while a penis was rubbing in and out of your butt and the frightened look of wonder on David's face told me: it felt incredibly good, so good, in fact, that it was little wonder the boy was so scared. Michael's arms were wrapped around David's smooth, boyish chest and he was rubbing them up and down on him so that all of David's young body was experiencing the tender touch of older boys. The startled look in his pretty face grew even more in- tense when Eric suddenly plunged his lips down on his penis and swallowed all of the thick young erection. He started sucking the boy off as Michael's muscular young body squirmed up and down on David's back, inserting and reinserting his penis into the hairless child with steady persistence. I was totally astonished by this incredible display of boy sex, so astonished that I was completely unprepared when Robin's naked young body suddenly moved toward me at me, pressing me back against the pillows, nervously gasping as hormones urged him to mount me. His adorable face was blushing brightly and he was plainly quite embarrassed to be doing what he was doing, but it was obvious that he couldn't help himself. His warm chest lay on top of mine and I saw a look of wonder pass through his pretty eyes and long eyelashes as he slowly worked his hairless erection in against mine. He lay there panting excitedly for a long moment, looking up over my head, the same beautiful awe in his face as our young cocks throbbed together. I gazed up at him astonished by how pretty he was and my small hands slowly reached up and held his rib cage. He looked down at me, a little nervous and afraid and extremely embarrassed. I just smiled up at him, however, and he lay on my small body panting and enjoying his pubescent pleasure. The feel of his small rib cage and little chest were magnifi- cent and I panted with him as my hands slowly, curiously felt along his body. I felt embarrassed by how deeply I was beginning to love other boys, how deeply I enjoyed the feel of their naked bodies and young penises. Laying there touching Robin and feel- ing the wonderful warmth and softness of his skin against mine, I realized that it wasn't just Eric that I loved. It was this. It was the sex itself, it was sharing the smooth skin and throbbing penis of another boy. I blushed brightly as I realized this, but I wasn't about to stop. The other boys plainly enjoyed it as much as I did and I felt a tremendous longing to do it with all of them, with every boy I had met since coming to Tarsec Village. "Does it feel good to you, too?" the gasping boy asked bash- fully. I gazed into his adorable face and nodded. We were both panting, the only sound in the room save for the frightened pleading of the child in the next room, the sound of Michael's high pitched voice encouraging the child as he fucked him. They were getting him close to orgasm now and the boy was, as so many boys are, very scared. Robin and I scarcely heard them, however. We seemed to be in a world all our own, unmoving and yet drifting on steady, pleasant waves of pleasure. I didn't even want to have an orgasm, so wonderful was it to have his warm penis against mine, to feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed, to feel his tender young heart pounding in his small chest. My fingertips danced against the softness of his skin, feel- ing down his lower back until it swelled into the soft round padding of his buttocks. I let my hands rub over these, making Robin swallow bashfully. Farther down, I could feel his smooth, hairless legs resting against mine, his young feet feeling nice against the arches of my feet. Slowly I slid my hands up his back again, felt across his thin shoulders and small shoulder blades, my arms instinctively reaching around him and holding him. "Will you suck on it again?" he asked boyishly, his adorable blue eyes gently pleading into mine. I stared into them and nodded. To my disappointment, the eager, yet bashful, boy crawled off of me and I had to let him go. He sat back against the wall and spread his legs, his stiff young penis sticking straight up against his belly. As I gazed at his erection and gently crawled toward it, I could hear David's childish innocence racing through his penis, the eleven year old beauty shaking the bed with his first orgasm. I didn't turn to watch and neither did Robin, however. We were both staring at his slender, four inch boner, both of us eager for me to suck on it. "Will you suck on mine, too?" I panted softly, feeling my own two inch boyhood pulsing eagerly. The twelve year old boy looked a little embarrassed about this, but nodded willingly. I was already to lay down and do it to him first and was a little confused when Robin's magnificent, naked body started to lean over between my legs. A little bewil- dered, we both awkwardly crawled into a sixty nine with his adorable face between my legs, and my blond head moving between his. The realization that we were going to do it to each other at the same time made me start to whimper with excitement and I actually let out a startled cry when I felt Robin's young fingers touching my stiff boyhood. Gasping faster, I reached out my own hand and started to fondle his. He was intensely excited, his penis feeling like a rock, one I could barely bend downward toward my mouth. The skin around it looked so soft and childlike, nothing but smooth, hairless, pale brown beauty. Likewise, the slender shaft looked smooth save for the single faint blue vein along the top. It was the head that was so incongruous, shining such a bright shade of purple that it didn't look like it could be part of a human body. It formed a beautiful knob, tiny slit stretched open with pressure. I could see it throbbing with every beat of his heart. I was so enchanted by the beauty of his prepubescent penis that I let out a high pitched squeal of astonished pleasure when I suddenly felt his warm, slimy mouth wrapping around my little cock. It was so little that the boy had no trouble holding it all inside and I could feel his tongue resting against it as his slimy lips pressed against the hairless mound between my legs. I lay there gasping and whimpering for a long moment, all my thoughts focused on how nice my penis felt. His fingers were holding lightly to my little balls and his long eyelashes were pressed down against his cheeks as he sucked on me so tenderly I thought I'd cry. I stared down at it in wonder, adoring the soft face of the pre-teenaged boy as his smooth cheeks sunk in rhythm- ically. He did slide it in and out a little, but mostly just sucked gently on it. Making it all the more pleasant was the contented look on his adorable face, totally at ease with a little hairless penis between his lips. I loved him. Still panting and whimpering and knowing that I was going to have an orgasm very quickly, I finally managed to turn my atten- tion back to the throbbing young erection in my fingers. I licked my lips and struggled to keep them pursed together as I very cautiously pressed them against his swollen penis head. A jolt went through the young boy's naked body in an instant and I could feel him stop sucking on my boyhood, felt him laying still, just holding it in his slimy mouth, fingers still holding my little scrotum. I pressed my lips together as tightly as I could and gripped his slender cock causing the boy's slender body to stiffen all along it's five foot length. Slowly, I let the sculptured young penis head press its way inside, slowly felt my lips part, slowly felt and tasted the hard, shiny glans slipping past. My tongue instinctively went to it as it passed between my teeth, licking around the little slit where his sperm would soon be squirting. Slowly the slender young boy slid into my watering mouth and the hardness of his smooth shaft made my lips into a round collar hugging his erection. My hand slid down to the smooth, hairless base of his penis and gently squeezed it there, feeling the hot blood pumping through it, engorging it, making the sensitive nerve endings even more excited. Finally, Robin was able to remember my penis in his mouth and I felt him starting to suck it again, both of us making soprano whimpers that were caught in our soft little chests. I thought we made a perfect and adorable couple with our hairless young penises and my fingertips eagerly petted his lower belly where peach fuzz and pubic hair would one day grow. The skin there felt even softer than the skin on his chest, perfectly smooth and magnificent. It didn't take either of us very long to climax. We were both young and hormone enraged and the thought of delaying orgasm was unthinkable to us. Thus, we lay there sucking on each other, our hairless, naked bodies starting to squirm a little against each other, childish muscles flexing awkwardly as if uncertain whether they should pump our hips back and forth or get them to stay as still as possible. We were both very loud though our high pitched songs of pleasure couldn't ring out in the room with the penises in our mouths. I felt oxygen starved and air rushed in and out my little nose and I could feel it rushing in and out of Robin's, too, the warmth of it blowing against my round, hairless little testicles. I can't say that Robin was particularly great at sucking penises his first time, but he scarcely needed to be. He was so adorable and I was so in love with him that just feeling his warm saliva on my penis would have been enough. The gentle touch of his fingers on my little balls and the persistent, rhythmic movements of his mouth on my tiny cock sent orgasmic pleasure racing through the little thing. I cried almost pathetically as my skinny little body jerked from head to toe, not knowing what direction to jerk in but jerking nonetheless. The pleasant flexing of muscles in my little penis released a wave of goodness and happiness into my innocent brain and sent pleasure and warmth to every part of my body. It felt so good that I was again surprised as the first droplets of his thin sperm were propelled out his penis head into my mouth. I moaned as much with joy at the taste of his sperm as with my own orgasm, now feeling the pretty boy's naked body jerking frantically against mine. He was still sucking on my stiff erection and it was still flexing a few more useless times, but he was also having a really nice orgasm. It was probably nicer than the first time because he wasn't quite so afraid of it and allowed the pleasure to run rampant through his four inch cock. Again he ejaculated several times, each time squirting only a few drops of sperm and each one tasting sweet and innocent. I still held the root of his penis between my fingers and I could feel it flexing as his urethra expanded with childish semen, propelled it up the four inches of his cock and sprayed it innocently onto my tongue. Whether it was the taste or just the thought that a boy so smooth and adorable could have sperm, I don't know, but I loved each precious droplet. Though I wanted to keep sucking on his penis as it softened, I needed air so badly that I had to let it go. It emerged half hard and glistening with my saliva, even prettier than it had been erect. I lay there gasping and felt Robin letting my boy- hood go, too. I could feel his eyes gazing at my hairless penis just as I was gazing at his, both of us astonished by this gift we had been given, by this special joy we were allowed to share together. We were still laying there recovering when Michael burst into the room. Robin's penis had grown limp and now dangled across his thigh but the embarrassed boy rapidly hid it behind his hands. "You didn't wait for us," Michael grinned down at our small, naked bodies. Both Robin and I were too embarrassed to answer and I was even too embarrassed to try to hide my little wiener, just let it lay there glistening with the boy's saliva. Michael looked adorable, still naked, young penis, no bigger than Robin's, dangling between his legs with his soft brown peach fuzz. His small chest looked as hard as an erection, with firm, well de- fined little muscles swelling boyishly at his little nipples. His nipples themselves formed little cones, poking out a little from his smooth tanned skin. Even the boy's slender arms were swollen at the biceps with hard mounds of muscle. I could still see his rib cage easily, but his skinny abdomen did nothing to lessen the hardness of his small, muscular chest. His belly was flat and rippled as he moved, a little, childlike belly button in the center. His body looked so different from Robin's but it was just as appealing to me. Just gazing at it made me want to make love to him and I felt jealous of the gentle curves and firm appearance of his hard pubescent muscles. Eric was still in the other room and I watched him explaining what had happened to David. I could remember him explaining it to me only a few days earlier and I felt mildly jealous that he was with another boy. I wondered if he liked David more than he did me. The little boy sat blushing and smiling, his thick young cock still hairless and half erect between his soft legs. Eric's seven inch penis was still rock hard and throbbed eagerly for the eleven year old boy. Robin was blushing brightly as he awkwardly managed to sepa- rate his underpants from his jeans, trying to pull them back on without revealing his hairless boyhood to Michael. "You don't have to wear those," the naked pubescent boy grinned at the shy youth. "He wants to," I answered shyly when Robin didn't say any- thing. Michael shrugged, still grinning at the adorable boy. "Do you guys want to come and play with David?" I swallowed, feeling a strong eagerness to play with the other boy, not to mention with Eric and Michael. Robin was wiggling into his underpants, however, and I wasn't sure if he would play again or not. He finally managed to get them on and sat nervously looking down at them as if trying to disappear. "Hey, kid," Michael said getting Robin's attention. The adorable boy blushed over his shoulder, long eyelashes scarcely concealing his beautiful blue eyes. "You want to go play with some other boys?" Robin swallowed uncomfortably. He was looking directly at Michael's face, avoiding the other boy's furry young cock. I was all prepared for him to say no and was surprised when his high pitched voice softly said, "Okay." "Alright!" Michael grinned, making his cute face even cuter. "Come on." Robin stood on his long, slender legs and reached down to pick up his clothes. Since he was, I did to. His legs were beautiful, long with puberty but still smooth and baby soft. He didn't look at me as he turned toward the door so I followed silently after him, watching the round beauty of his buttocks in his white underwear. Michael was so excited that he'd run ahead of us and he was already on the bed tickling David's bare skin when we entered the room. The child was squealing in laughter, the soprano sound almost painful for my ears. Robin dropped his clothes and the floor and his long legs glided his adorable body toward the others. I closed the door and dropped my clothes, too. Michael and Eric were both tickling David frantically and the boy's hairless penis swung between his legs as he tried to avoid their poking fingers. Even soft, it was a big penis for a boy his age, still four inches long and three times as thick as my wiener even when it had an erection. The boy's testicles looked large, too, an oval shape like a pubescent boy's would be. I wondered if he, like Robin, had sperm and if I was the only true child in the room. Despite its size, however, David's smooth pale skin, like mine and Robin's, ran all the way up to the base of his penis, not a single silver hair of puberty. I was growing ever more fascinated by Michael's muscles all the time. As he wrestled with the little boy, they were flexing all across his back and along his arms. I wanted desperately to feel them and felt myself walking toward him with that thought in mind. Before I got there, Michael realized that Robin was standing there in his underpants watching them and the older boy suddenly whirled around, grabbed the long legged kid and pulled him into the fray. Robin giggled as Michael started tickling him and David was still being assaulted by Eric. Robin was actually taller than Michael by two inches but the difference was all in the legs: both boys had small, boyish chests, though Robin's looked soft and warm and Michael's hard and muscular. I reached the bed and stood watching the wiggling young bodies of the other boys. I could see the mound in front of Robin's underpants getting bigger and watched Michael's hand reaching for it repeat- edly, squeezing it before tickling Robin's bare belly again. Robin just blushed and giggled, obviously enjoying it. I felt my own little cock stiffening rapidly and it stood out straight and childish between my pink legs. I didn't look down at it, however, just gazed at Michael's hard body and flexing young muscles. Enchanted, I reached my small hand toward him, planning to feel his hard, swollen biceps, but the thirteen year old grinned, grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, my naked body falling on Robin's. Michael attacked both of us, his strong arms easily overpowering my friend and I. His fingers raced along my ribs and the room echoed loudly with soprano peals of laughter and giggles. I was delighted when the boy started grabbing my little erection like he was grabbing the bulge in Robin's underwear; it made me feel like I belonged somehow, even if I was only a little boy. Robin's soft body felt nice rubbing against mine as we squirmed beside each other giggling. He was such a sweet boy and I adored him more and more. Michael seemed to be doing likewise because the hand that was tickling my friend suddenly grabbed for his underpants. Giggling, Robin pretended to struggle against this, but he didn't try very hard and Michael managed to pull them down low enough to expose the boy's hairless erection. I could see him blushing brighter, embarrassed that he didn't have any pubic hair yet, but he was only twelve and even the thirteen year olds had only peach fuzz. Michael grinned at the pretty young cock and stopped tickling me so he could pull the boy's underwear all the way off. Robin lay there blushing, not looking down or helping the older boy, and I lay down beside him, smiling at his adorable face and pressing my bare chest against his arm. He was so sweet and his skin felt and looked so perfect. "Look, Eric," Michael grinned, finally pulling Robin's un- derpants from his big feet. He moved so Eric could see the boy's boner and Eric stopped tickling David and smiled at it. "Oh, isn't it pretty," he giggled. David's young cock was hard again and Eric was masturbating him, the little boy managing to stop giggling and gaze at it. The pale flesh of his foreskin was rubbing up and down on his swollen glans as Eric stroked his cock and he obviously enjoyed it a lot. Michael lay back down and his fingers gently took hold of Robin's skinny, four inch erection. "Gees, he's hard," he gig- gled, rubbing it slowly. "He just did it with Kelvin a minute ago." The boy blushed brightly, not smiling, embarrassed that the other boy was holding his penis like it was his own. Eric, grinning from ear to ear, stood up, his seven inch penis sticking straight out from his body. He walked around the bed and came over beside me, kneeling down and reaching for my stiff boyhood. I smiled adoringly at him and lay down on my back, my legs spread so he could stroke it. He kissed my cheek and started masturbating me, his long, warm fingers feeling nice tugging between my legs. "What about me?" David asked innocently, his young cock still throbbing eagerly. Michael grinned and sat up. "Come here," he told the child. David's soft, naked body eagerly slid over closer to Robin and the three of us were soon laying side by side, our hairless penises being rubbed and caressed by the young teenagers. "Let's see who does it first," Michael suggested, starting to rub faster on David and Robin. David grinned delightedly, but Robin just looked embarrassed. "No," Eric smiled at me, still rubbing slowly and rhythmical- ly on my boyhood. "It's not as much fun that way." Feeling the pleasure in my penis, I believed him. He was so nice to me. "Do you have sperm yet, kid?" Michael asked the blushing boy. Robin looked shocked and even more embarrassed, but swallowed and nodded. "Eric, he's got sperm. You know what that means..." "What?" Eric replied, still smiling at me and watching the wonder in my baby blue eyes. "He has to feed the little ones..." Eric laughed a little. "Which one?" "Kelvin's the one with the little pud," Michael said. "He's skinny, too." Eric looked down at the tiny erection in his fingers and grinned. "You want to suck on Robin's?" he asked. Before I could think about how much it would embarrass Robin, I said, "I did it before." This sounded a little funny because I was panting by this time, Eric still masturbating me. Robin swallowed again and blushed still brighter. "Not with someone sticking it in you," Michael grinned seduc- tively. I knew what this meant: I was supposed to suck on Robin's penis while Michael stuck his penis in my butt. I looked nervously at the muscular boy. His erection was throbbing and sticking straight up in eagerness, the brown head free of his foreskin and pulsing excitedly. It was a pretty erection (they all are) and looked only a little bigger than Robin's, still thin and boylike. His testicles were equally small and hung slightly in a smooth, pale brown scrotum of soft, hairless flesh. It could easily have been a younger boy's penis were it not for the small triangle of soft, downy brown fuzz around it. After the orphanage, I was a little worried about having a penis stuck up my butt. At the same time, however, I remembered what Matthew's penis had felt like when he did it to me and that had been pleasant. Michael's penis was about the same size as the boy's had been. "Do you want to, Kelvin?" Eric asked, his fingers still stroking my boyhood. I was embarrassed to admit that I did, but managed to nod slightly. "Alright," Michael grinned, instantly jumping off the bed and standing up, his thin, muscular body looking eager and able. He tipped his head forward and held his hand under his slender cock, letting his saliva drip down and coat it. "What are you going to do?" Robin asked nervously as Eric helped me crawl down between his legs. I would have answered him, but I was a little confused, too. "Don't worry," Eric smiled at my boy friend. "It'll be fun." "How..." I started but stopped. Eric's big hands were guid- ing my small body into the right position. "Stay up on your knees," he instructed me. Soon, I was crouching between Robin's smooth thighs, his adorable penis only inches from my mouth, my butt stuck up in the air at just the right height for Michael. Eric's hand gently stroked my back. "Just suck away, Kelvin," he smiled. "If it hurts too much, just tell us and Michael will stop." I swallowed nervously and nodded. "Good boy," he said, still petting me. I turned to the hairless, four inch erection poking from the adorable boy's smooth young body, smiling up at him. He looked confused and a little afraid: boys are always afraid when someone wants to do something to their bodies, particularly when they've only recently discovered what their bodies could do. I had taken to boy sex quite readily, but it still scared and embarrassed me. Nonetheless, my small hands gently took hold of Robin's hairless young cock and my mouth moved toward it, kissing the sculptured young head like I had before. I had just started to slide it between my lips when I felt Michael's naked young body coming up behind me. "It's ready," he panted and I could imagine him stroking himself in the slime of his saliva. "Perfect," he said as his hips closed the gap to my body. I felt Eric's big hands grabbing my buttocks and I let out a whimper as I felt him pulling them apart, baring my tiny butt hole. "There it is," he smiled at his friend. "Gees, it's little." "So's your peter," Eric giggled. "Funny. Ha ha," Michael replied. He was holding his penis in his fingers, however, and was pointing it directly at the hairless entrance to my body. I had as much of Robin's boy cock in my mouth as I could fit and my fingertips were gently petting the soft, hairless skin around it, probing tenderly at his small testicles and warm scrotum. He still looked worried, but his pretty eyes were gazing at his penis between my lips and that tended to distract him from his concerns a little. I whimpered again as Michael's naked penis head finally touched my butt hole. It was a strange sensation, half tickling, half itching, and I could feel his small swollen glans pulsing rhythmically against my body. I heard him panting excitedly as he pushed it forward, felt the persistent press of his penis head at my little hole. "Don't tighten it," he said, making me feel confused: I wasn't tightening anything. He pushed harder and it felt like my butt was starting to open. "Kelvin, you have to relax..." I almost let go of Robin's penis to tell him that I was, but I slowly realized that the muscles around my butt were clenched. It wasn't because I was doing it; they were just like that all the time. Nervously and uncertainly I felt around the muscles, awkwardly trying to get them to relax. Very slowly Michael's slimy penis head pressed deeper. "That's it," he smiled through his gasps. It did hurt a little, I suppose, but very little, and even that was all but hidden by the strange sense of wonder I started to feel inside. The slender stiffness of his penis moved deeper in my body and I could actually feel it moving inside me. I whimpered happily, enjoying the new sensation, and lovingly sucked on Robin's hairless erection. I felt Eric's hands releasing my buttocks, rubbing slowly up the sides of my body. "That's my boy," he said. I felt really happy with the young penis in my butt, Eric's hands rubbing my skinny body, and a beautiful young penis pulsing between my lips. This was like heaven. Michael's hips finally pressed against my buttocks and I could feel the last little bit of his penis poking inside me. I could even feel, albeit faintly, the downy touch of his peach fuzz against my skin. "Oh, man," he sighed, his hands taking hold of my waist and rubbing it softly. "Does it feel good?" David's childish voice asked, the cute kid looking up at the muscular teenager with a delighted smile on his face. "Yeah," Michael replied. "He's so soft," he added to Eric. "I know," my boy friend replied, his hand rubbing across my shoulder blades. "David, do you want to help?" "What?" the boy asked eagerly. "Play with his penis," Eric instructed. The boy looked confused for a minute, but caught on. I let out a spirited moan in my chest when I felt the boy's hand grab- bing my little dick. He wasn't exactly gentle and his fingers felt around it awkwardly, but the pleasure it gave was wonderful, made nicer by the hard penis in my butt. "It's little," he giggled, making me blush in embarrassment. How had his gotten so big? "Just be nice to it," Eric said, and I immediately felt the boy's fingers become more gentle. "Rub on it just like I did to your's." "Okay," the boy agreed. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and I felt them starting to rub the tight skin up and down. He was awkward at this, but I was so excited I didn't care. I wanted to squirt sperm desperately. I let out another loud moan when I felt Michael pulling his hips back, felt his penis sliding slowly out again. Just before it popped free, the strong boy pressed forward again and his skinny, four inch erection slid back inside. Again he pressed it forward until it was all the way in, then started pulling it out. After a few slow strokes like this, my butt was more relaxed at his penis started sliding easier. The boy started moving faster and soon was humping me with long, rhythmic strokes along his cock. I wished that I could see what it looked like, not just his penis but the whole way his body must be moving, the way David's fingers looked rubbing my little boyhood, what Robin looked like with my mouth wrapped around his cock. It must have been beautiful. There was something intensely exciting about the way Michael was moving as he fucked me. It wasn't just the constant motion of his erection in and out of my little butt hole, it was the movement of his body as a whole. His hips moved back and forth quickly and rhythmically, as if he were following some magical cadence that opened frantic desires in my little boyhood. I wanted to move like he was moving and knew that somehow this was the best rhythm for making love. The muscular young boy seemed to like it too for his voice, high pitched but cracking unsteadily, was grunting softly every time he moved his hips forward. Despite the tightness of my skinny little bottom, it admitted the hard, slender erection easily and I finally felt the pleasure of being butt fucked like I had been in the orphanage by little Matthew. This was the way I wanted to make love. It was making my penis feel deliciously pleasant, David's fingers still tugging on it awkwardly, the boy giggling as he stroked it like he was milking a cow. Moaning with pleasure, my lips slid rhythmically up and down on Robin's hairless penis, the adorable boy panting and whimper- ing as he watched Michael's body humping against me. My eyes gazed up at his baby soft belly, adoring the sight of his little belly button and smooth, perfect skin. My tongue licked madly across his penis, eager for the sweet nectar I knew would be there. I started making crying noises as the combined pleasures in my body started growing almost unbearable. Eric's big hands were still stroking the bare skin across my little shoulder blades, and Michael's were still rubbing up and down the sides of my body. The cries would have been very loud but my lips were wrapped tightly around Robin's penis and that muffled most of the noise. It didn't matter much: Michael was grunting louder all the time and even shy Robin whimpered louder as the pleasure between his legs grew greater. The only steady sound was David's childish giggles. I never knew a boy to think boys having sex was so funny. It didn't matter to me though: as long as he kept rubbing my penis I thought he was as adorable as Robin. I couldn't believe a penis could slide in and out my butt like Michael's was and I wondered what his own buttocks and young legs must look like as he pumped them back and forth. The thought of it was so beautiful that I couldn't control the pleas- ure any longer. I felt Eric's big hands holding onto me as I cried out between Robin's legs, my skinny body jerking around crazily, orgasm contorting my muscles with joyous pleasure. David giggled louder but kept rubbing on my boyhood as I felt the muscles flexing all along, felt rhythmic waves of orgasm pulsing through it. I don't know if it was the penis poking in my body or just the intense pleasure of being with so many boys at the same time, but my orgasm was delirious. I crouched there jerking helplessly, still sucking on Robin, still feeling the young kid fucking me, still feeling David's awkward fingers on my penis. Air hissed through my nose as I gasped and cried from the joy and warmth of my orgasm. I wanted to lay down and gasp until I got my breath back, but I couldn't leave my young friends so close to their own pleasure. I started bobbing my head up and down on Robin's penis more quickly, watching his soft belly flexing with startled wonder. Holding to its smooth, hairless base, I slowly pulled my head back until my lips could kiss and rub over his sensitive, sculptured penis head, air blowing in and out my nose. Still kissing his glans, my fingers took hold of the smooth, slender shaft and started masturbating it, instantly making the boy even more excited. His adorable eyes were now locked on his hairless pubic mound, filled with astonishment and pleasure. I felt Eric's hands slipping from my body and saw the tall, naked boy laying down beside Robin. He smiled happily at me, as much with pride as with love. "Come here, David," he said, motioning to the other side of Robin. The eager boy let my penis go and I felt my own hand reflexively reaching for it: it felt too nice to stop now and Michael was still fucking away. The little thing was still pulsing excitedly and I wondered if I could have another orgasm right away. As I started rubbing on it, it felt like I could. I felt so good and I desperately wanted to feel orgasm after orgasm in my penis, as if hoping I could be in orgasm forever. "Now rub on your own," Eric giggled at the naked boy, taking his own penis in his fist and starting to masturbate himself. David grinned happily and copied the older boy. His thick, five inch penis was big enough for him to fit it in his fist and I was jealous that he could do that when his boyhood was still as bald as mine. Nonetheless, he did look very cute laying there masturbating himself. Robin's eyes stared almost hysterically at the naked boy cocks being masturbated beside him, and he cried louder. I could feel his body stiffening, could feel the pleasure in my mouth growing greater. I sucked all of his penis head between my lips and kept masturbating the shaft frantically. Very soon, the boy's pleasure climaxed into frantic, pathetic jerks of his adorable young body. I could feel his penis flexing, could almost imagine his sperm being propelled upward, felt it squirt excitedly out on my tongue. I moaned happily, still rubbing his penis and coaxing it to ejaculate more which it did repeatedly, each time squirting droplets of thin young semen into my mouth. I didn't swallow it at first, just waited until the squirts weakened and finally became a tiny trickle from his penis head. As his penis softened, I gripped it at his hairless belly and squeezed up it, draining the young boy's cock as the last of his sperm oozed out on my tongue. Now, still holding to his penis head, my tongue licked his seed all over inside my mouth until the full, wonderful taste was everywhere. I could feel the boy's abused penis starting to soften and slid my lips farther down on it as it did so. Soon, my lips were pressed against his hairless belly and all of his young cock was in my mouth with his sperm, my free fingers reaching down and fondling his smooth, warm scrotum. Though distracted by Robin's excited orgasm, I was still acutely aware of the young boy fucking my butt hole. His penis drove rapidly in and out of me, his voice grunting and cracking with every thrust. It almost felt like his thighs were slapping against mine, so desperately did he fuck me. It felt wonderful and I tried to masturbate myself in time to his humping. Just thinking about him having an orgasm was exciting me and I knew that I was in tuned with his pubescent passion. Whether it was real or created, I felt my penis having another orgasm at the same time Michael cried out loudly and his muscular young body shuddered and bucked against my buttocks. It wasn't near so strong this time and my hips only jerked a little bit, but I could feel my boyhood flexing again and the pleasure was very great. I was pretty sure that Michael had ejaculated in my body, but I couldn't feel it. I heard him gasping rapidly, felt him pull his penis all the way out of me, felt his hard chest and firm belly slowly leaning forward and resting on my back. The boy's body felt exquisite, the hard curves and smooth skin easy to feel between my shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my body and rubbed slowly up and down on my chest. "Man, that felt good," he breathed raggedly. I felt one of his hands reaching between my legs and I let my softening boyhood go, my hand instantly re- placed with his. He seemed to understand that it was sensitive and fragile and his fingers touched it ever so lovingly, stroking the hairless skin that surrounded it, like a boy used to fondling little boyhoods. It felt really nice. I could hear the soft slapping sounds as Eric and David's fists pounded on their erections. Eric was smiling and looking at where my lips were pressed against Robin's baby soft belly. I could again tell that he was proud of me, proud that I was so content and happy with boy sex, and I felt a warm glow in my chest knowing that I had made him happy. His hand was sliding his foreskin up and down quickly on his big penis and his high pitched voice was making rhythmic grunts with each stroke. It had been a long time since I'd seen him squirting onto his chest and I was looking forward to it. David's pale cheeks were flushed a pretty red and the kid was giggling as he masturbated himself. At first, he didn't look like he really believed he could do it to himself but the way his hand was jerking on his penis now it was clear that he was really getting excited and was eager for climax. He was an adorable boy and I watched his soft, pale skin rippling with childish little muscles. Seeing the size of his penis and testicles, I wondered if I would get to see sperm squirting on his smooth, boyish chest too. Though it would embarrass me to be the only child in the room, I hoped he would. Sperm was so cool. All the while they were masturbating, I crouched between Robin's legs and sucked on his limp young manhood. It felt really nice when it was limp and being able to feel his penis head still made it seem even more exciting. Mostly, I found myself fascinated by the soft hairlessness surrounding it and I felt my lip reaching higher on it. Eric and Michael's peach fuzz was pretty and I was jealous of them, but Robin's hairless pubic mound seemed even more exciting somehow, perhaps because I knew the soft skin would one day sprout hair like mine would. We were alike that way. Michael's hard chest was still swelling rhythmically on my back and the boy didn't seem in any hurry to get off me. My legs were starting to hurt a little bit, but I wasn't going to com- plain; his penis was still laying along the crack of my bottom and his hands were still tenderly fondling my little boyhood. He was so gentle and caring of the young piece of meat that I hoped that I would get another erection and get to have another orgasm. Eric's belly rippled like his ribs as he sat up, taking hold of my little shoulder. "Come here Kelvin," he gasped. I felt Michael standing up and reluctantly let Robin's hairless boyhood fall limp and wet on his belly. Eric was really stroking on himself quickly and I knew he wanted to squirt his sperm in my mouth so I would grow up faster. I was eager for this so I obediently crawled toward him. He rubbed slower on his penis and pointed it toward me and I wrapped my lips around the swollen head. I could hear Michael giggling at us, but I just blushed, thinking he was laughing at me. I lay there blushing while the older boy masturbated, his penis head resting on my tongue. What was I supposed to do? It wasn't nice of Michael to laugh at me. I couldn't help it. Eric didn't ejaculate right away and I lay there watching his long skinny body tightening as orgasm swept through him. David was giggling harder and I could see how frantically he was rub- bing his hairless, five inch erection. Nonetheless, I just lay obediently waiting for Eric's sperm. It felt warm as it started squirting out, the pretty boy's smooth body rippling and shudder- ing excitedly. He was letting out pathetic moans that sounded beautiful. I wanted to enjoy the taste of his boyish semen like I had Robin's but I was too embarrassed to swish it around while Michael was laughing at me. Instead, I just swallowed it as it squirt out. When the last squirt finished, I started pulling my head away and released Eric's penis head. To my surprise, however, his big hand held my head there and I felt him push his penis at me, squeezing the last of his sperm out and rubbing it around my lips and on my chin. He giggled and let me go and I turned to find Michael giggling at me and pointing at the sperm on my face. I blushed red and felt like crying, my hand reaching up and wiping his semen away. They shouldn't laugh at me. Despite my embarrassment, I didn't want to stop having sex with them so I didn't have a tantrum or make a scene. Instead, I turned and saw Robin still laying naked and adorable on the bed. His arm was resting far enough from his body that I could see the baby soft skin on his armpit and I felt myself curling into that beautiful place, my little shoulder rubbing against the hairless skin. He seemed a little confused by having a little boy snug- gling against him, but awkwardly held me back. David was a giggling, hysterical fit, stroking his penis so hard it looked like he was going to jerk it off his body. He was squirming and contorting with pleasure and we all watched as his hairless young body started to jerk like a helpless fiend. I swallowed at the intensity of his childish passion and stared at his swollen purple penis head, watching for any sign of sperm. The boy's foreskin was still rubbing over it frantically and the young thing seemed to poke out of the pale skin in frantic rhyth- mic orgasm. I could feel the bed shaking with his jerks, the poor boy sounding like he was crying. It looked like he was hurting himself and yet he just kept jerking off madly. Finally his cries became gasps and his smooth young body started to relax. "Oh, little baby," Michael cooed to the child, crawling onto the bed and going to the ravaged little boy. He cuddled David's gasping body in his arms and rocked him, smiling as happily as David was. "I did it," the child said, as if we couldn't see that. He didn't have sperm and I felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. "Yeah, you did," Michael grinned, stroking the boy's blond hair. I felt Eric starting to cuddle with me and Robin and, after a while, wasn't so angry with him for laughing at me. He was being solemn and loving now, gently fondling my boyhood and kissing my hair. I couldn't help but forgive him for hurting my feelings. "David didn't get any sperm," I blushed, realizing that I'd hogged it all for myself. "He will," Michael giggled, still caressing the happy child. And he did, not that I didn't get a belly full of their semen too. We took a long bath together which was fun because the tub really was designed for two boys at a time and there were five of us. This meant our bodies rubbed together almost constantly which was especially fun when we were soapy and slimy and even more fun when the older boys got erections again. It took David and I a little while longer, but even our hairless, innocent boyhoods had to respond to so much physical contact. We didn't have sex there, but returned to the bedroom where we did it for what seemed like hours. I had three more orgasms and my little penis felt exhausted by closing time for the Club. Robin, who had been quiet all evening except when he was having an orgasm, actually kissed me and hugged me goodnight before we went back downstairs and found his little brothers. We were dressed again by this time, of course, and the cute little boys joined us with delighted tales about their evening of games with the other little boys. They wanted to know what we had been doing, but Robin just blushed. Their father was waiting in the lobby with a worried look on his face. All three boys ran up to him and hugged him, again telling how much fun they'd had. Even Robin, when prompted by the man, said that he wanted to come to the Club again the next day. This seemed to trouble the man momentarily, but he suddenly smiled and hugged the boy again. When they were gone, Eric, David and I said good night to Michael then went to the horse. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" the little boy asked, acting sad as if he'd already been turned down. Eric looked at me for permission and I smiled and nodded. I liked the little kid. We took him home with us and the three of us snuggled naked in the bed together. We didn't get boners and none of us felt very horny after a long evening of lovemaking. The feel of their soft, warm skin against mine made me smile as I drifted to sleep.