The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1:  Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Nine

    That night, we repeated our earlier precautions and pulled 
far off the road, finally setting up camp along the same river 
we'd been following for several days.  It was another chilly 
night in the foothills and we still didn't have enough clothes or 
blankets for all the naked boys.  The older boys all gave their 
clothes down to their underwear to the smaller boys and mine was 
used to keep the injured boy warm.  He still hadn't regained 
consciousness and Eric was hoping to get to Raykov and find a 
healer as soon as possible.

    This left me naked which I thought the other little boys 
would realize was a sacrifice I was making for their good.  They 
didn't seem to care, however. My erection in the cage and my 
absent-minded desire to relieve myself had made me the weird boy 
in the group and none of them seemed to want to get too near me.  
The older boys were sympathetic and supportive, of course, but I 
felt bad. Even Lance was avoiding me.  I knew he was looking at 
my penis a lot, but he didn't talk to me for fear that the other 
boys would think he was my friend.  This hurt for I was falling
more and more in love with him with every passing minute.  To 
make matters worse, hormones were messing with my body and I 
couldn't think about anything but my penis.  Despite all my 
embarrassment, my penis got erect every couple of hours, only 
making my image with the boys even more difficult.

    It was a strange feeling for I was such a young boy.  Puberty 
was obviously in me, however.  I needed to have sex and I was so 
infatuated with Lance that I didn't even consider asking Erin to 
help me.  Inside, I was wishing that he would notice, but he 
didn't.  After two weeks of exploring my sexuality with Eric and 
the boys of Tarsec Village, I couldn't help my erections.  I 
wanted to play with boys something fierce and I couldn't just 
turn it off.

    The older boys built a big fire that night, confident that we 
were out of the reach of Tarsec now and that the heat was needed
more than the protection.  If it weren't for the injured boy, 
they likely would have had a party.  As it was, Brendan took care 
of the boy while we sat around the bonfire listening to the 
little boys who wanted to talk tell their stories of capture and 
sale.  Lance was one of the two who were too shy to talk.

    When the boys started to get sleepy, John ushered them up to 
the wagon and they crawled in on the soft pillows.  I was eager 
to be left alone with the older boys and suddenly realized that 
they could give me as much relief as Lance could, even more.  So 
I stayed behind.  John told the boys to sleep close together and 
their bodies, still mostly naked, lay in a huddled mass.  When 
they started to doze off, he left them alone and returned to the 
group.

    "They're really cute," he said in that soft-spoken voice of 
his.

    The other boys nodded agreeably.  "You're being awful quiet 
tonight, Kely," Eric said, smiling at me lovingly.  I just 
shrugged.  "Is it because of that boy?" he asked, surprising me 
that he'd noticed and making me look up revealing myself.

    "Why don't you play with him, Kely?" Erin asked.  He was 
grinning at me but his eyes told me he was sympathetic.  I just 
shrugged.

    "It isn't easy, is it?" Eric smiled.  I shook my head.  

"Puberty can be real difficult, Kely, but you'll get through it:  
you always do.  Sometimes you just need some friends to help you 
when you really need them." He said this with a sidelong glance 
at Erin and Jonathan, and the two boys smiled.  I could see them 
getting up and coming over to me out the corner of my eye.

    When they reached me, I looked up and their hands reached 
beneath my underarms and lifted me to my feet.  They were both 
stripped to their underpants and Erin pulled my naked skinny body 
against his skinny chest and hugged me.  I could feel Jonathan 
reaching between our legs and rubbing our limp penises against 
each other, my bare penis head rubbing against the bulge in 
Erin's underwear.  The boy moaned and I could feel both of our 
young cocks stiffening frantically in erections.

    "You want to come to the wagon?" Erin asked softly into my 
ear.  I nodded, gasping at the growing pleasure between my legs.  
I didn't want to do anything but stand there and have an orgasm, 
but the other boys were looking at us.

    A loud explosion sounded just as Erin was letting me go and 
we turned in shock in time to see Eric's adult body flying apart 
like the guard at the border.  I stared in confusion before it 
registered that he had been blasted.  I was ready to start 
screaming but before any of his severed limbs could hit the 
ground, they slowly vanished.  Before anyone could react, there 
was nothing left of our leader.  This startled me so much that I 
stood in shock as John and Brendan jumped up and drew their 
swords.  I looked at the bonfire and could see the black robed 
figure of an Old One standing square in the middle of it.  He was 
laughing and the horror of that sound filled me with hate and 
revulsion.

    "Kely, NO!" Erin screamed as I began walking toward the 
bonfire.

    The entire clearing was suddenly being lit from strange 
sources and I realized that my necklace was shining like a minia-
ture sun.  My ring too was a bright light and floating through 
the air near me was my lamp, glowing brighter than anything else.  
The Old One was staring at me in hatred but I stood there as if 
watching from a long way away.  Eric was dead.

    The Old One lifted a hand high and made a gesture at me.  A 
huge ball of red light was launched toward me and it engulfed me, 
rays of light striking all around me trying to get through the 
blue shield that suddenly leapt into view around me.  I stood 
there and an eerie grin twisted my mouth.

    "Evil cannot destroy good," I heard my childish voice saying.

    "You're dead!" the Old One shouted, his face filled with 
horror as he launched another ball of fire at me.  This one too 
fought uselessly against the barrier that protected me.

    "No!" I shouted back against the loud sounds around me.  "But 
you are!" With a fluid motion, I grabbed my lamp from the air and 
hurled it with all my boyish might at the bonfire.  It struck the 
Old One square in the chest and he screamed in horror.  He began 
to explode and as he did so, silence and darkness greeted all of 
us.

    I stood there a moment.  There was no light except for the 
pale moon overhead.  Not even the bonfire was burning.  My shield 
was gone as were the attacking balls of light.  There wasn't the 
slightest sound, a silence that thundered after the loud clash of 
power.


    I turned and found Erin, Jonathan, Brendan and John staring 
at me in awe and confusion.  I felt myself smiling to them, 
feeling a strange and incongruous rush of joy filling me.  "The 
Elven Wood," my soprano voice said.  Suddenly darkness over-
whelmed me and I lost consciousness.

    *      *       *

    I was tired and weak.  I was thirsty and hungry.  I wanted to 
cry.

    "I think he's coming around," I heard a young boy's voice 
saying.

    I felt a hand against my chest, felt it rubbing my little 
body.  "Kely?" the boy asked.  "Kely, are you okay?"

    I opened my eyes and Erin was sitting next to me, his face 
filled with worry and sleeplessness.  I managed to nod to him and 
quickly felt a canteen pressed to my lips.  I drank from it then 
fell back on the pillow.

    "Is he okay?" an older boy's voice asked.

    "Get Chris," Erin told him and he was quickly gone.  Erin's 
smooth hand rubbed down my face and the adorable boy looked deep 
into my eyes.  "You've been asleep for four days," he said.

    "I'm hungry," I said.

    "We'll bring you something."

    He motioned to another boy then turned back to me.  "I'm so 
tired," I said weakly.

    "You can sleep," he said.  "We're at the Kovz house in Ray-
kov.  Everything's okay."

    "Where's Eric?" I asked, but started to cry.  I knew he was 
dead.

    "Just worry about yourself right now, Kelvin.  Everything 
will be alright."

    I was still crying when an older boy quickly entered and came 
up to the bed.  He looked down at me.  He was trying to smile but 
his face was filled with worry.  He was extremely cute, with 
blond hair and blue eyes.  He looked muscular beneath a loose-
fitting tunic.  "How are you, Kely?" he asked.

    "Who are you?" I asked, trying to sit up.

    The older boy held me down.  "No stay put for awhile.  My 
name's Chris Anderson.  I'm General of the First Kovz Army.  
You're safe here."

    "Eric's dead," I cried.

    "Sleep, Guardian," another boy's voice said, and I did.

    *       *       *

    I awoke again the next morning.  Erin sat slumped down in a 
chair fast asleep.  I still felt terribly hungry, but otherwise 
felt like my same old self. "Erin!" I said, instantly waking the 
young boy.  "Have you been here the whole time.

    Erin blushed and nodded.  "Are you feeling better?"

    "Yeah, but I'm hungry."

    "Stay there, we'll bring it to you."

    "That'll take forever.  Show me where it is."

    He grinned, happy to see me feeling so much better.  I pushed 
the blankets back and saw that I was naked.  Erin gave me a robe 
and I put it on. "Where are we?" I asked, looking around.  The 
room was every bit as nice as the one I'd had at the Thorne's, 
everything clean and fresh and ornate.

    "It's a secret house in Raykov for Kovz Boys to hide," Erin 
explained walking me out the door.  "There's even an old couple 
who live in the front. From the outside this looks like a broken 
down tenement building."

    It sure didn't look like one on the inside.  Erin led me down 
a hall and down some stairs into a large sitting room.  There 
were a dozen boys hanging around and I recognized all of the boys 
from the slave wagon, including the one who'd been hurt.  They 
were all playing games but looked up at me in awe when they saw 
me.  Lance was sitting in a chair reading a book and his blue 
eyes stared at me.  I fell in love with him all over again and 
was tempted to forget about food and make love to him.  I was far 
too hungry though and I left him there and followed Erin into a 
dining room.  A grown man was cleaning up from what appeared to 
be breakfast and he smiled happily at me.

    "So good to see you out of bed," he smiled ironically.

    "Thank-you," I said, uncomfortable with the feeling that he 
knew who I was.

    "This is Charles.  He's the Keeper of Raykov."

    "My name's Kelvin," I introduced myself.

    "Yes, Kely, I know you.  Please don't be concerned.  Next 
time we meet, I shall be the child stumbling along again."

    We left him and went into the kitchen where there was still a 
lot of food left over from the other boys' meal.  Erin and I 
threw a great deal of this on a plate and I ate ravenously as 
Erin described the rather mundane events of the last three days 
journey to Raykov.  It seemed that most of the other boys were in 
meetings all the time, and that there were a lot of boys we 
didn't know who were staying at the Keep just then.  The Keep 
itself was large and filled with fun things to do.  There were 
only a few single rooms and most of the boys slept in a large 
dormitory.  But there was a swimming pool on the roof, they had 
video games and ping pong tables and lots of other games.

    All this I learned from my young friend as I wolfed down the 
food, washing it down with glass after glass of milk.  Soon, my 
belly was swelling and I was totally sated.  I forced down anoth-
er two bites then stood up feeling like I always had, although 
temporarily more full than normal.  He walked back to the room 
with me and excused himself when I said I had to take a shower.

    Although I still felt sad about Eric's death, something 
inside me told me that he wasn't really dead and I only felt sad 
when I thought about it: people can't be killed and then not be 
dead.  Whatever my heart told me, even my boyish brain knew that.  
Still, I felt happy as I stripped out of my robe and climbed into 
the shower attached to my room.  The water was hot and felt good 
against my bare skin.  I soaped down smiling, delighted by my 
hairless body, and even more delighted when I felt my erection 

stiffening and making my penis stand out hard and straight.  I 
giggled as I rubbed soap all over it and fondled my small testi-
cles.  It felt so good.  I was so tempted to masturbate it, but 
then I remembered Lance.  He was such a beautiful young boy and I 
wanted him so much.

    I fought to avoid touching my erection for fear that I would 
lose control and rub it if I touched it anymore.  Finally, I 
rinsed off and dried myself with a towel.  I found clothes in the 
drawers and selected a pair of silk gym shorts.  These apparently 
were supposed to be worn with underwear for, though they were 
black, the outline of my penis could be seen when I was turned 
properly to the light.  Not only that, but anyone looking up my 
legs would be able to see my hairless boyhood without difficulty.  
The silk was so thin that even my small erection could be seen 
pulsing against the front of it.  It tickled and I fought down 
another surging desire to rub it.

    To go with the shorts, I put on a baggy white, silk tank top 
through which my soft, boyish chest was easily seen.  I had 
noticed that all of the Keep was carpeted so I didn't bother with 
shoes and happily left in search of Lance. It was my bad luck, 
however, that Brendan came looking for me before I could even 
reach the stairs.

    "Kelvin," he smiled down at my scantily clad little body.  
"You look great.  Come on.  We're having a meeting." He turned 
and didn't wait for my answer and I sighed, knowing it wouldn't 
be right for me to skip.  The thought of loving Lance kept my 
penis hard as I sadly followed him down the hall.

    I don't know why he'd bothered dragging me along.  I didn't 
understand a thing they said and they didn't ask me any questions 
so I just sat there at the table, my legs too short to reach the 
floor and little more than my head appearing above the tabletop.  
Unlike most of the rest of the furniture in the Keep, this was 
plainly not designed for eleven year old boys.  I just sat swing-
ing my legs and thinking abut how pretty Lance was.

    As soon as the meeting was over, I was on the prowl again.  
It was lunchtime and all the boys were seated around the big 
dining room table eating sandwiches and talking boy talk.  I 
almost giggled when I saw the empty chair next to Lance and 
eagerly went and sat down next to him.  He was wearing black silk 
shorts exactly like mine (though I could tell the boy had a pair 
of silk panties on beneath them) and I could see his pale, 
smooth, skinny legs down below them.  He was also wearing a silk 
shirt, but it wasn't a tank top.  It was a long short sleeve 
shirt that buttoned all the way down the front.  His tiny nipples 
made little pinpricks at the loose fabric and I could make out 
every hard curve of his small body down to the ripples of his rib 
cage.  I was in love with him something fierce.  Both my erection 
and my display with the Old One seemed to be forgotten by the 
boys and I was quickly engaged in their boyish chatter.  Mostly 
they were talking about the video games which I hadn't seen yet 
and didn't have anything to say about them.  After a while, 
however, they started talking about what to do after lunch.  All 
of the boys seemed to want to go swimming and I overheard Lance 
asking the oldest of the boys (about thirteen) if he wanted to 
play ping pong.  His voice was so soft and quiet, as if he was 
afraid of being heard.

    When the boy said he was going to go swimming I quickly 
chimed in that I'd like to play ping pong.  Lance's pretty face 
blushed but he nodded and went back to eating.  He didn't say 
another word to me or any of the other boys.  He was so shy.  
When lunch was over, we walked to the game room and started to 
play ping pong.  I wasn't very good but neither was Lance.  We 

played for about an hour when our poor skill finally made us 
bored of it.  He had remained fairly quiet and so had I, but as 
the game progressed we started to smile at each other more and by 
the end he was even announcing the score in an audible voice.

    After ping pong, we played a game of cards with two other 
boys.  We were partners and Lance was delighted when we won.  I 
don't know how we did it since I didn't even know how I knew how 
to play and didn't play very well.  Plainly the two smaller boys 
were even worse than we were.  Lance was happy, however, and he 
talked to me more and more after that, though his soprano voice 
remained soft and bashful.  We walked through the building and 
even went to the swimming pool.  It was on the roof and a half 
dozen little boys were swimming in it. They were wearing swim-
suits but I liked looking at their small boy chests.  Lance was 
filled with questions and I still had difficulty answering them, 
but I tried, telling him everywhere I had been in my short memo-
ry.  I left out all the details about sex, but that's about all.

    Finally it was dinnertime and we sat beside each other talk-
ing in quiet voices only he and I could hear.  None of the older 
boys had been around all afternoon and I was glad they hadn't 
asked me to come to another stupid old meeting.  I didn't even 
pay attention at the last one.  They were bigger than me:  they 
could make decisions.  I was just a little boy.  What did I know?

    "You want to play checkers?" Lance asked me when dinner was 
over.

    "Yeah," I said.  I walked with him, both of us still chatting 
boyishly, and went back to his room.  I was saddened to see he 
was sharing a big room with ten other boys.  "I have my own 
room," I said.  "We could go play there."

    "You have your own room?"

    I nodded.

    "Why?"

    I shrugged, but he was eager to get away from the other boys 
and we went to my room where I closed the door.  It was getting 
dark out, so I turned on the bright, overhead lights.

    "Wow!" Lance's high-pitched voice said when he saw the room.  
"What do you do with all this stuff?"

    I just shrugged again.  I took the checkerboard down from a 
shelf and we stretched out on the floor, our skinny, hairless 
legs stretched out at opposite sides of the board.  The carpet 
was soft and felt nice against our bare skin. We started to play 
checkers and for the next hour we were engaged in nothing but 
boyish play.

    I suddenly realized that it was getting close to bedtime and 
that thought immediately reminded me of my penis.  I had gotten 
so used to just being Lance's friend I had all but forgotten 
about sex with him but the memory came rushing back into me and I 
suddenly had trouble concentrating on the checker game.  Eric had 
gotten me used to having sex before going to sleep and I was 
really getting horny as bedtime approached.

    I looked up at Lance's pretty face, his silky blond hair, his 
long black eyelashes and thin dark eyebrows.  He looked very 
young now, his narrow face smooth, pink and boyish.  Remembering 
how silky my shorts were, I swallowed as I turned my legs and 
spread them apart.  I could feel a slight breeze blow against my 
hairless testicles and knew the boy could see it if he looked.  I 

pretended to be making a move and soon felt his eyes drifting 
down between my legs.  His breathing stopped and his body became 
very still and I knew he could see it. Just thinking about him 
looking at my penis made me so excited that I got an instant 
erection and I felt it throbbing out against my silk shorts.  
This suddenly embarrassed me and I looked down and could see the 
hard little meat pulsing out, lifting part of my leg hole and 
making a casual revelation into a bold display of prepubescent 
excitement.

    I was even more embarrassed when I looked up and my eyes met 
Lance's.  I was afraid the boy was going to laugh at me, but he 
just smiled, blushed and looked away, allowing me to adjust my 
little erection so it wasn't so obvious. I could tell he was 
getting horny because his next move was really bad.  I jumped 
three pieces and giggled at him.  He smiled and blushed.  He sat 
up and looked closely at the board.

    I looked down and knew why he had sat up:  he was trying to 
conceal his own efforts to straighten the boner between his 
smooth, hairless thighs.  The slender, three and a half inch 
bulge was so easy to see as his legs spread, pulling the silk so 
tightly across it I could even make out the hard ridge of his 
circumcised penis head.  If the shy boy knew how easy it was to 
see his erection, he gave no sign of it.  I swallowed in love for 
him as my eyes gazed up the skinny contours of his abdomen and 
small chest, the little mounds of muscle causing the silk shirt 
to partially drape across his rib cage.  At the top, I could just 
see his baby soft skin as it disappeared beneath the top button.  
Slowly I looked back down at the bulge of his penis, wanting to 
cry in aching desire for him.

    His skinny arm reached out and moved a piece and his blue 
eyes looked at me.  I blushed when I realized he'd caught me 
looking at the bulge of his erection, but again, he just blushed 
and looked back down at the board.  His adorable, shy innocence 
was filling me with passion and my penis felt like it would 
explode with erection.  I wanted to strip and show it to him but 
I was afraid he'd be scared or he'd laugh.  So I just laid there 
and felt my breathing getting heavier and more difficult.

    I swallowed, reached out and jumped his last piece.  I tried 
to grin as I lay back on the floor, raising my arms high over 
head and baring my small, hairless armpits.  The silk tank top 
lay close to my body and showed how skinny I was, even my little 
rib cage rippling along it.  I managed to giggle and straightened 
my thin legs which allowed the silk shorts to fall loosely about 
my erection until it was easy to see as it pulsed up and down.

    "You won," Lance giggled.  His face was as bright red as mine 
and the bulge in his shorts was still stiff.  "Don't laugh," he 
said when I giggled. His face looked so cute: filled with blush 
and boyish smile.  I wasn't ready at all when he suddenly 
launched out for me.  For a brief moment, I thought he was trying 
to make love to me, but the boy kept letting me slip free and it 
was clear that he wanted to wrestle.

    The feel of his soft, boyish chest rubbing over mine was 
unbelievable through our silk shirts and my hands automatically 
moved to feel his hard body through it.  I could feel his ribs 
rippling and his little chest flexing as the boy half-heartedly 
tried to pin my arms back over my head.  As we moved, I could 
feel both of us tentatively rubbing our erections against each 
other briefly, only to pull them back in embarrassment.  The silk 
was so forgiving it felt almost like we were bare except that our 
bodies rubbed together more easily than skin could.  It was 
almost like we were slimy, so difficult was it to feel friction 
between us as we struggled, our hard skinny bodies just slipping 

around together.  I managed to free one of my wrists and for a 
moment held it out so the pretty boy could pin it back again, but 
when he didn't I grabbed his skinny arm and pushed.

    I giggled and squirreled out from under him.  I quickly 
grabbed around his skinny ribs, feeling his silk shirt rub across 
the baby soft skin beneath. He giggled and I twirled him onto the 
carpet, his tummy against the floor, the pretty boy's face laugh-
ing as my fingers dug into his ribs.  Reflexively, he pulled his 
elbows in beneath his chest to keep from getting rolled over and 
I found my eager, excited body crawling up on his back.  I was 
panting more from horniness than exertion as I half slipped, half 
crawled up on his thin back.  I gasped as I suddenly felt my rock 
hard penis rubbing along the crack of his butt.  Our silk shorts 
were so thin that it was easy to feel and I felt a quick bolt of 
pleasure race through my penis.  Lance seemed to feel it too, for 
he lay there for a long time giggling, his face red from both 
wrestling and embarrassment, feeling my stiff cock against his 
small butt.

    His thin shoulders felt warm through our silk shirts and I 
lay my little chest down on them.  Our bodies were so slippery it 
was a wonder I didn't slide off him as I felt his small chest 
swelling slowly as he breathed.  He was still giggling and this 
excited me, making me think he liked the feel of my penis against 
him.  I let out a startled cry as I pressed my little erection 
harder between his cheeks, pleasure filling it and making me 
smile and blush.  I did it again and again.  Lance slowly stopped 
giggling as he realized I was humping him and not wrestling.  He 
lay still for a moment, feeling the hard strokes of my stiff 
little boyhood, then suddenly giggled again, rolling to the side 
and causing me to slide off onto the carpet.

    I lay on my back as the grinning boy quickly climbed on all 
fours, and held my hands up to keep him from jumping onto my 
little body.  A trail of saliva dripped from his blushing face 
and the boy wiped it off.  He stood there on his hands and knees 
panting, me grinning at him and gasping.  Slowly his eyes looked 
down at my shorts and saw the little bulge poking out at them.  
He looked back up at me, still grinning and blushing and I looked 
down between his boyish legs.  Like me, his erection was poking 
clearly out against his silk shorts and it was throbbing just as 
excitedly.  I could even see his small testicles pressed beneath 
the soft fabric through his panties.

    Lance didn't let me look at his stiff cock long though, for 
no sooner had I looked down then the boy took a big chestful of 
air and flew on top of me. He lifted his smooth leg up between 
our bodies to keep our penises from rubbing together and tried to 
sit down on top of me but my skinny arms held to his rib cage and 
kept him from doing it.  I grinned and tightened my fingers on 
his skinny body and the boy instantly shot straight out, giggling 
hysterically, rolling his body away on the carpet to get away 
from my ticklish fingers.  This gave me time to whirl up on my 
hands and knees and we squared off, both grinning, both red-
faced, both excited.

    I jumped to my feet and started toward the bed, Lance's big 
hand grabbing my ankle but not able to keep me from flying to the 
mattress.  I whirled around on all fours again, backing up on the 
soft bed to give him room. He stood panting, his small chest 
swelling beneath his silk shirt.  He walked over to the bed 
grinning and blushing.  I watched, prepared for anything, as his 
big hand reached up and rubbed across his pretty face as if he 
were too tired to continue.  Suddenly, he jerked his hand down 
and flew at me again.  His small knees bounced on the bed as he 
flung himself forward, but I was ready and reared up, pushing his 
skinny body off to the side and causing him to fall back on the 

bed.  Quickly, I scurried up on top of him, making no effort to 
put my leg between his body and mine.  I could feel his warm, 
rock hard little penis rub across my belly through the silk, saw 
the startled, excited look in the boy's pretty face.  He was 
still grinning as he reached to stop me, his big hands knotting 
into the straps of my tank top causing the light silk to slide 
all the way up to my tiny nipples.  I lay down against him, 
feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt against my bare 
belly and ribs.

    He was gritting his teeth as he grinned and I felt him trying 
to get his erection out from beneath my belly, but I just lay 
there on top of it, blushing as I smiled into his pretty face.  
He still held the straps of my tank top and I giggled as I sud-
denly lifted my arms and slid my skinny body out of it.  I stood 
up on my knees as my chest was bared, my blond hair falling down 
into my eyes. Lance looked stunned as he held the skimpy silk 
tank top in his hand and I didn't give him time to respond, just 
quickly laid back down between his thighs, the bulge of his 
erection now rubbing against my bare belly.

    Lance looked confused about this new situation, but after a 
second he grinned and started trying to get me off him again.  I 
could feel his skinny, hairless arms trying to push me off to the 
side, the boy apparently too shy to actually touch my bare skin 
directly with his hands.  I could feel his erection pressed 
against my belly as he moved and it was feeling harder every 
second.  I could tell he would soon be able to work me into an 
awkward position and dethrone me from the sacred hardness between 
his legs so I grabbed his skinny wrists and pushed them up above 
his head, my body lifting above him until I was able to straddle 
his hips, giggling as I sat my butt down directly on his bulge.

    Lance didn't react to this other than to try and free his 
arms, his skinny body squirming beneath me.  I could now feel his 
erection throbbing along the crack of my butt, pulsing directly 
against my tight butthole through his silk shorts and panties and 
rubbing there gently as he struggled.  Still, Lance didn't seem 
to mind.  After a moment of useless struggling, he fell still and 
I sat on his throbbing cock.  The grin on his face faded into a 
boyish smile and his blue eyes looked down my chest at where my 
erection poked at my shorts, down to where his slender belly 
disappeared beneath my legs.  His face was bright red but he 
still smiled, his erection pulsing against my butt and feeling 
very good there.  I loved the feel of it so much that I gently 
lifted my weight and sat back down on it, feeling it slip deeper 
into the crack.  This was apparently too much for Lance for the 
young boy seized my distraction to suddenly tear his wrists from 
my hands and shove my skinny body backward.

    I couldn't stop from falling, but as my arms flew upward, I 
reached out and my hands caught hold of the tail of his shirt.  
The buttons all along it popped off and the shirt was ripped 
clear open down the front.  I only caught sight of his small, 
pale chest for a split second before I had fallen back on the 
bed.  When I looked up, the pretty boy was trying to hold it 
shut, his eyes looking suddenly frightened.

    "You ripped it," he said in a small, scared voice.

    "It doesn't matter," I said, still laying on my back, my legs 
spread, bent at the knees so that my feet were flat.

    "I'll get a beating," he said, almost ready to cry.

    "No you won't," I grinned sitting up beside him.  "We have 
lots of them. They don't care."


    "Really?" he asked, his high-pitched voice still shy and 
boyish.

    "Yeah," I assured him.

    "Good!" he grinned.  He let go of the shirt and the ends fell 
open as his skinny arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me into 
a head lock.  It kind of hurt, but I didn't care.  Quickly I 
braced my feet against the floor and shoved back on him, making 
him lay back on the bed.  From there, I did a backward somer-
sault, his hold slipping until I emerged on all fours grinning at 
him, my yellow hair a messed up mop, my face grinning.

    Lance giggled and quickly got up on all fours facing me.  The 
front of his shirt fell open beneath his skinny body and I could 
just see his small chest beneath his neck.  We both giggled as we 
reared back, Lance's big hands taking hold of my skinny biceps 
and mine grabbing his.  Our blushing faces both looked down at 
our small bare bodies, watching our ribs ripple and little chests 
flex as we moved.  Our skin looked so smooth and clear, as soft 
as baby flesh.  Lance shoved me off to the side and I fell per-
pendicular to him, his body falling forward on me.  I felt his 
firm belly rub against my side as he tried to get back up, felt 
the ends of his silk shirt caress my naked skin.  His big hand 
grabbed my little shoulder and shoved back on it, pinning me 
against the bed and his beautiful, skinny boy chest lay forward 
on mine.  The only thing more wonderful than the sight of Lance's 
chest was the feel of it, so small and hard, as it rubbed against 
mine, the little pubescent boy holding me pinned against the bed.

    I lay there gasping and Lance grinned at my face.  He looked 
happy.  My hands reached up around his leg and I took hold of his 
shirt tail.  Gently, I pulled on it and saw the silk slip from 
the boy's small shoulders.  His smile faltered as he saw this, 
but he didn't stop me as I tugged harder on it.  Soon, both his 
thin shoulders were bare and the shirt became lodged around his 
biceps. He looked hesitant about baring his small body, but I 
felt him sit up enough to pull the shirt all the way off his 
arms.  I didn't even try to attack him as I gazed at his pretty 
boy chest.  His nipples were so small and pretty on the pale 
smoothness of his skin.  His arms looked thin and hairless run-
ning down from his small, round shoulders and I swallowed 
nervously as I looked at his smooth flesh.  There was no hair 
under his boyish arms and the boy's rib cage rippled along his 
abdomen not breaking the perfection of his pale skin.

    He sat up on the bed and looked bashfully at me as my eyes 
gazed at his naked chest.  His lips smiled shyly beneath his 
bright blue eyes and tousled blond hair as he bashfully let me 
gaze at his bare body.  He was surprisingly muscular for being so 
skinny and his chest swelled in small, hard mounds beneath his 
nipples.  I sat up and could see across his boyish shoulders, so 
small and slender, unbroadened by puberty.  The blades were easy 
to make out and small muscles bulged slightly along them beneath 
his baby soft skin.

    Lance let out a scream as I grabbed his thin shoulders and 
pulled him back on the bed, giggling frantically again as I 
pressed my little chest onto his.  He didn't stop me from rubbing 
our boyish chests together, but one of his hands grabbed my ankle 
and held me back from mounting his skinny body, from pressing our 
still raging erections together.  I just giggled and tried to 
free the restricted leg as my hand held to his shoulder and 
worshipped the soft perfection of his skin.  I reached down with 
my other hand and wrapped it around his wrist.  My little chest 
bulged with tiny muscles as I pulled on his skinny arm.  Soon, I 
felt his fingers losing their grip and as soon as his hand popped 
free, I frantically scurried up on his body, my face filled with 

prepubescent pleasure as I felt our erections rubbing, felt our 
skinny hips one on top of the other, his stiff penis and mine 
with nothing but our silk shorts separating them from the love 
they needed.

    Lance giggled as his hands tried to pull me off him, but I 
managed to grab his wrists, shoving them high over his head and 
pinning them backward.  I grinned as I looked down, my eyes 
gazing at the soft, pale skin that covered his collarbones, 
across his small shoulders to the smooth, white skin that covered 
his boyish underarms.  The cute boy kept grinning for a long time 
as he struggled to get free but all his struggling did was make 
our bodies and erections rub gently against each other.  This 
steady, gentle pressure against his penis soon began to scare him 
and I watched his grin slowly falter, watched his smile fade into 
confused, nervous boyish fear.

    "I don't want to play anymore," the boy's high-pitched voice 
said softly.

    "You're just lying again," I said, pushing harder against his 
outstretched arms, pressing my erection between his legs and my 
nose into the sweet boyish smell of his hairless armpit.

    "Get off, Kelvin!" he ordered, still fairly quietly but with 
a firm, definite meaning.

    I swallowed, astonished that the boy had let it go this far 
only to let virgin fears prevent it.  Slowly, I released his arms 
and slid my chest off of his, instantly missing the warm hardness 
of his cock against mine.  When I was completely free of him, the 
boy crawled to the edge of the bed and sat down.  I looked at his 
thin shoulders and the back of his blond head and could tell the 
boy was looking down at the throbbing erection in his silk 
shorts.  Feeling rejected and embarrassed, I crawled up near the 
headboard and sat down on the pillows.  We sat that way for a 
long while, neither of our penises softening in the slightest.

    "Lance," my high pitched, squeaky voice finally said.  "Do 
you want to see my penis?" The boy swallowed, but didn't say 
anything nor did he turn around.  Terrified of really being 
rejected, I reached down and pulled the front of my silk shorts 
down.  My penis looked fantastically hard, the bright purple head 
swollen its full, boyish size, the pale shaft shining red from 
hardness and friction.  "Look," I said to the boy.

    He sat there for a long moment without moving.  "I pulled my 
shorts down," I said.  Slowly, almost without conscious desire, 
the boy's pretty face turned around.  His baby blue eyes looked 
at my penis, saw its stiff, two inch erection, then slowly turned 
back.  "You can touch it," I said, pulling the shorts lower until 
my little, hairless testicles appeared.

    Lance turned and looked again, swallowing nervously as he 
looked at it for almost a full minute.  The little hairless 
boyhood just throbbed, loving the attention of his virgin adora-
tion.  "Come on," I said.  "Touch it." My voice was soft and 
pleading and the boy, as sweet as he was horny and curious, 
slowly turned and crawled back toward me.  His eyes never left my 
stiff boyhood until he was finally laying down next to me.  Once 
there, he ran them slowly up my skinny, hairless body and blushed 
up at my face.

    "I want you to touch it," I assured him.  The boy's hormones 
and curiosity were too much for his sweet mind to resist and I 
started panting as I watched his big, tender hand reaching for my 
penis.  He felt along it so gently that I cried softly with 
pleasure, amazed by the tenderness of his fingers as they felt 

along my pulsing two inch erection, stroked the hairless skin 
between my legs, gently felt around my little boy testicles.

    "It's little," he said and I cried excitedly as I felt him 
lay his warm palm on top of it.  The excitement in my cries 
seemed to astonish the boy and he looked up at me again and 
sensed the pleasure behind my wide blue eyes.

    My skinny thighs knocked his hand away from my penis as I 
raised my legs and pulled the shorts all the way down.  Once they 
were around my ankles, my boyish feet maneuver them down further 
and I kicked them aside and lay down straight and boyish in front 
of Lance, naked and hairless, excited and embarrassed.  I looked 
at him expectantly and the boy swallowed as he looked at my 
little erection again.  Slowly his hand moved between my legs 
again and felt along the little, circumcised boyhood.  I let the 
curious boy feel me out until the pleasure was simply too unbear-
able, my boyhood needing an orgasm worse than it ever had before.

    Lance's skinny little body jerked and pulled away when I 
suddenly reached out and grabbed for his shorts.  The boy's 
little belly button looked so pretty, his skin so soft as my hand 
hung there, his blue eyes staring in terror. "Let me see it," I 
begged softly, still reaching for his shorts, his three and a 
half inch penis still sticking out at them with boyish erection.

    The boy looked ready to cry as his hormones forced him to 
comply with my desires.  He pulled his big hand away from his 
shorts and rolled his hips closer until my hand could just reach 
them.  My fingers slipped down his silk shorts and felt his baby 
soft belly shudder nervously.  With restrained eagerness, I 
slowly pulled the front of his shorts and panties down and Lance 
cried softly as the smooth silk rubbed over his penis.

    The young erection appeared looking as sweet and raw as mine.  
The head was a bright, purplish-brown and shined like a mirror 
with the intensity of his pubescent erection, the tiny slit 
pressured open.  The shaft was slender and smooth, nothing but a 
single, tiny blue vein running along the top of his otherwise 
white skin.  The vein bulged out as it pumped blood into his 
already engorged, boyish erection, causing the young thing to 
throb rhythmically with his rapidly pounding heartbeat.  We both 
stared at the pretty thing, Lance crying softly as his erection 
was bared for the first time, its innocent beauty and excitement 
shared with another boy.

    I struggled to pull his shorts and panties lower and cried 
myself when his soft, downy peach fuzz appeared.  The hairs were 
so little, all straight and silver showing their innocence 
against his pink boy skin.  His testicles were still boy-sized 
and hung in a scrotum whose skin hadn't yet become as fleshy as a 
young man's.  It was still thick and lovingly held his precious 
balls in their soft, hairless skin.  Eager to get the boy naked, 
I sat up and started pulling his shorts and panties down.  His 
big hands tried to stop me briefly, but I persisted and the sweet 
boy could only lay back on the bed and let me peel the silk down 
his skinny, hairless legs and off his big, pubescent feet.

    I slowly put his shorts aside as my eyes gazed along his 
slender, boyish body.  He was so adorable, his skin so smooth and 
hairless save for the little circle of silver fuzz just around 
his small erection.  His pretty face looked ready to cry as he 
lay helplessly letting my eyes love his small body, his little 
chest, the smooth skin around his belly button and tiny nipples.  
I wanted to mount him and fuck like rabbits but knew that I would 
only scare the frightened boy even more.  Instead, I slowly 
crawled up beside him, his skinny body stiffening as I pressed my 
chest, belly and erection against his side.

    His baby blue eyes looked at me in shame, but when I smiled 
all my love at him, his shame seemed to ease.  My small hand 
gently rubbed back and forth across his little chest, soothing 
his fantastic heartbeat, easing his boyish fears.  Finally, he 
managed to smile bashfully at me.  I longed to suck his pretty 
penis, but the boy was too innocent for that.  I would have to 
let him experience his first orgasm in a way he could handle.

    "We can wrestle some more," I said.

    "It feels weird," the boy's high pitched voice replied soft-
ly.

    I grinned at him as my arm slipped around his neck and tight-
ened into a head lock.  He started to fight for real, but soon 
giggled and I knew he was ready for his best pleasure.  I looked 
down and saw how hard his penis was with its little boy fuzz and 
felt the warm happiness of the boy's first time.

    Soon, we were wrestling again, giggling and grinning, now 
stark naked,now with bare erections sticking out from between our 
skinny hairless legs with greater and greater anger, more frantic 
throbbing.  They wanted orgasms so badly.  I managed to pin the 
boy on his back again and knew my time had come.  I panted as I 
crawled on top of him and let out a long, astonished moan when 
our naked erections finally rubbed directly against each other 
for the first time.

    Lance seemed to sense what was happening to his body for he 
didn't fight me once my penis was throbbing alongside his between 
our soft bellies.  He didn't even fight when I slowly pulled my 
hips back and slid my penis against his erection; he just started 
to cry softly, his blue eyes looking confused and frightened but 
the horny boy needing orgasm too badly to stop me.

    Soon, I lay my head down on his little shoulder, my little 
butt moving up and down as I gently humped between his skinny 
legs.  We were both crying softly as the pleasure built in our 
young bodies.  Lance's big hands even reached up and held my 
little body on top of him, felt across my thin shoulders, felt 
the slow, rhythmic movements of my body on top of his.  The look 
in his pretty face told how scared he was, but he was so needing 
too and pubescent hormones told him which would dominate.  So he 
lay there, not fighting, not struggling, allowing the last ves-
tiges of his childhood to be slowly caressed from his erection by 
the penis of another boy.

    He couldn't help moaning as I felt the pleasure in him build-
ing higher and higher, the poor boy whimpering in wonder, star-
tled into crying with a sudden rush of pleasure.  As his very 
first orgasm slowly built in his inexperienced boyhood, my first 
one in several days built and the tense excitement of our soft 
bodies as they rubbed together told me how good it felt for both 
of us.

    "Ennngh," Lance's high pitched voice cried softly.  I began 
pulling my hips farther back, ran the two inches of my penis all 
along the other boy's three and a half inch erection.  My small 
hands held to his little shoulders and held him lovingly as I 
tenderly stroked my body up and down on him.  His hard chest felt 
so good as it heaved rhythmically for air, the boy's innocence 
amazed by the joy his penis could give to him.

    "Ennngh," the boy cried again.  He was so sweet, so innocent, 
so confused and excited by the pleasure in his erection.  My legs 
were laying alongside his and I felt his thighs ripple rhythmi-
cally as the skinny young boy tried to press his stiff organ 
harder against me, his native instincts instructing him in the 

pleasures he was too young to know about.  I responded by humping 
him faster and faster, by shoving my hairless little penis harder 
against his young manhood.

    "Ennnngh!" he cried out suddenly.  I felt his small chest 
stop breathing.  Felt the soft, hairless body beneath me ripple 
with tense little muscles and ribs.  I could feel his orgasm 
washing all up and down his young body and the thought of his 
pleasure instantly caused mine to spill out the top, filled me 
with joy until I cried even louder than the astonished boy be-
neath me. I couldn't rub against him as orgasm raced along my 
throbbing penis.  If my absorption in my own joy wasn't enough, 
Lance's skinny arms were squeezing my skinny body so tightly that 
I couldn't breathe.  For a second, we lay there in rock hard, 
fantastic tension, every muscle in our young bodies poised for 
the ravaging pleasure of young pubescence.  The second was past 
and we both exploded, our skinny bodies jerking, shuddering, 
every muscle contorting and propelling our boyish hips to jab our 
penises into the other boy's smooth crotch and testicles until 
they both hurt with the pleasure.  We cried together as orgasm 
overwhelmed us with excited, frantic exhiliration, our little 
bodies outside our control as they humped and jerked against each 
other, loved each other, worshipped the passion in each other.

    Our penises flexed uselessly between our frenetic, naked 
bodies but neither of us was mature enough for sperm or boy 
juice.  We felt the pleasure of ejaculation in the rhythmic 
contortion of our penis muscles, though, and we cried for that 
intense pleasure.  When the young things were finally spent of 
their excitement, they released the rest of our bodies and we 
collapsed in each other's arms, gasping, dizzy, momentarily 
confused by what we had just done.

    We were gasping so desperately that for a long while we 
couldn't release each other and lay with our naked bodies pressed 
together, crying softly, feeling the warm fulfillment in our 
boyhoods, small chests rising and falling together as we tried to 
breathe.

    We giggled no more that night, though we did smile lovingly 
at each other.  We scarcely spoke as we felt each other, explored 
each other, came to know every precious inch of our young bodies 
with loving fingers and curious minds.  Long after our bedtimes, 
we drifted off to sleep, still touching, still loving.

    *     *     *     *

    I felt a shiver across my body and woke up very quickly.  My 
penis still felt the caresses of the naked boy beside me, but I 
caught only the quick movement of his thin, pale arm jerking away 
from it.  He was rolling off the bed before I could even say good 
morning, and was reaching down for his silk shorts. I was blush-
ing to realize he'd been fondling me in my sleep, and was too 
embarrassed to say anything as the nervous boy stood up and 
quickly pulled the black silk shorts up over his soft round butt.  
I interlaced my fingers behind my blond hair and watched him as 
he quickly pulled his shirt over his arms.  He turned sideways a 
moment, just long enough for me to see the slender length of his 
young erection sticking out at his silk shorts.

    "I think it's time for breakfast," he said softly, turning to 
face me as his trembling hands awkwardly tried to hold the front 
of his silk shirt closed. His erect nipples made small points on 
his chest through the shirt and I could see their pale darkness 
clearly.  I don't think Lance knew his erection was so easy to 
see for as soon as he looked down and saw it he blushed and 
turned away again.  Either that or he was just embarrassed to see 
me still laying there naked making no effort to conceal my limp, 

hairless little penis.

    I didn't say anything at all about the night before, just sat 
up on the edge of the bed and picked up my own silk shorts.  We 
were both too embarrassed to say anything though the silence 
seemed to make us both more nervous.

    "What are we going to do today?" he asked trying to fill it.  
His high pitched voice sounded like a bird's song to me.

    "I don't know," I shrugged, standing up and pulling the 
shorts up my smooth legs.

    "We could go swimming," he said.

    I felt a subtle glow of delight that my young friend was 
saying we still.

    "Okay," I smiled, sitting down to put my sneakers back on.  
As I was finishing, Lance turned back around, the bulge in his 
shorts now limp though I could still see his penis move when he 
did, the small head poking out against it.  It was easy to see 
since the boy had forgotten to put the panties back on beneath.  
His cheeks were rosy making him look very cute.

    Lance was as withdrawn as ever during breakfast, perhaps more 
so.  He didn't ignore me or anything like that but he seemed to 
be shyer and more distant as if his thoughts were far away.  We 
sat beside each other but didn't talk, and our silence seemed to 
distance the other boys for they didn't try to engage us in 
conversation.  Brendan said hello but I could see no sign that he 
might suspect what Lance and I had done the previous night.  Our 
activities seemed secret enough, but Lance was obviously still 
very uncomfortable about it all.

    Despite his earlier words, he seemed to avoid me the rest of 
the day. The other pubescent boy we had rescued asked him if he 
wanted to go swimming and Lance said he did without asking me if 
I wanted to join them.  I moped about until lunch time when Lance 
and his new friend sat beside each other across from me, talking 
and laughing like it was they who had been boy lovers the night 
before.  I was very sad about this but didn't let on.

    That afternoon, John corralled me and asked if I wanted to go 
to a meeting with the other Kovz Boys.  Feeling very lonely at 
this point, I accepted.  The meeting was being held in the board 
room and I was finally introduced to my magical brothers.  Not 
that the room was filled with Kovz Boys, but there were more here 
than were at the meeting the previous day.

    The main boy, of course, was Chris Anderson, the First Gener-
al of the Kovz Army.  He was Brendan's superior officer and, as 
I'd realized during my brief consciousness the previous day, he 
was very cute.  He was about sixteen and had a muscular body.  
There was something boyish and young about it and I had already 
learned that he was a very nice boy.

    The most important of the boys I met turned out to be Captain 
Curt Roberts who was also in the army, but he served under Bren-
dan.  He was a tall, slender adolescent boy with blond hair and a 
handsome, narrow face.  He eyed me with no small amount of desire 
and I couldn't help but look back.  Like the other soldiers at 
the hideout, Curt wore red, a red tank top and red shorts, and, 
like the other soldiers he had a very hard, well defined chest 
the contours of which were easy to see through his tank top.  He 
had been out in the sun a lot for his skin was a golden brown and 
his grinning, mischievous face was sunburnt a cute red.  The long 
legs below his shorts looked as smooth as a little boy's might 

with short silver hairs on his calves.  Whenever he lifted his 
arms I could see soft, curly brown hairs on his armpits, a notion 
that fascinated me more and more.  The fifteen year old boy was 
almost six feet tall and weighed about a hundred and forty 
pounds.  I was attracted to him if for no other reason than that 
he showed a great deal of sexual interest in my little body and 
seemed to take delight in touching me whenever he could.

    "You can sit here by me, Kelvin," Curt said, holding the 
chair out for me, his sexy eyes gazing down my silk clad body 
with more than casual interest. I blushed at his obvious inter-
est, but sat down beside him anyway, the adolescent sliding the 
chair under the table as soon as I was seated.  I was too short 
to reach the floor, of course, and I had to lift my arms to get 
them on the table which came up as high as my neck.  It didn't 
look so big for the other boys.

    Brendan and John were also there, as was a young man named 
Rick Stratton and another named David Ashfield.  I had met them 
both at the meeting the previous day.  They were both older and 
both seemed to think we'd met before.  I didn't remember them in 
the slightest, however, and just blushed when they talked about 
me.

    "Okay," Chris opened the meeting.  "Let's go over the final 
preparation for tomorrow.  We'll be splitting up into two groups, 
three if you count Guardian David who will be staying here in 
Raykov.  I will command the first group.  I'll be taking John, 
Erin, Jonathan, Guardian Rick and the boys you guys rescued from 
the warriors.  We'll move directly toward Kovzland and begin re-
establishing headquarters there."

    I sat up at this, realizing that the rescued boys included 
Lance.  Were they going to take him to Kovzland without me?  I 
was about to ask, when Brendan suddenly sat forward.

    "Uh, General," he said, his smooth cheeks flushing even as he 
asked.  "I think one of the boys from the rescue group should 
come with us."

    Chris tipped his head questioningly.  "Which one?"

    "Uh..." Brendan said bashfully.  "I think his name's Lance."

    "Jenkins?" Chris exclaimed, his eyes widening.  "You don't 
seriously want to take Jenkins to Labar."

    Brendan looked confused for a minute then his cute face broke 
into a huge grin.  "Lance Jenkins," he said, covering his face.

    "Didn't you know?" Rick asked, grinning.

    "No," Brendan blushed.  "The last time I saw him he was 
seventeen.  I forgot what he looked like when he was a boy."

    "Well," Chris shrugged.  "Obviously he can't go to Labar with 
you."

    "Why can't he?" my childlike voice asked before Brendan had a 
chance to say anything more.  The older boys all grinned at me.

    "Lance is a Satyr, Kely," Brendan smiled down at me.

    "So?" I shrugged.  "...What's a Satyr?"

    "Never mind, Kelvin," David said.

    "I think he should still come with us," Brendan put in.

    "Come on, Brendan," Chris said.  "You were in full agreement 
with us yesterday."

    "Yeah, but I didn't know it was Jenkins."

    "A Satyr, Bren?  You know what he's like.  Once he learns 
about sex," Chris sighed, "there'll be no stopping him.  If he 
learns to jack off before you get to Labar your whole mission 
will be in jeopardy."

    "You're exaggerating," Curt said.  "He can stay in the Keep.  
I for one would be willing to take care of him."

    "No way," Chris shook his head.  "I'm not going to fight 
about it anymore.  He's going with us back to Kovzland where 
he'll be safe." I fell back into my chair.  Was Lance really 
going to be taken from me?  We'd just started to be lovers.

    "The other group," Chris continued, "will be under the com-
mand of Colonel Brendan Sanders.  Brendan, you, Curt and Kelvin 
will proceed to Labar to rescue Prince Tod."

    "Just the two of us..." Brendan noted sarcastically.

    "We've been over this already," Chris said exasperated.

    "Oh, yeah, but you've got to let Kelvin have a boy," Brendan 
said.

    "If you don't," David added with a grin at me, "you have to 
let him go back to Kovz City with us."

    "I don't want to get into another fight with the 
Guardians..." Chris said, trying to be threatening but he was so 
pretty his face didn't look very mean.  "Until the Royal Family 
is reformed, I give the orders for them."

    "Sounds like you're declaring yourself King," David said as 
an aside but deliberately loud enough to be heard.

    "I don't think you have any right to question my duty to the 
throne," Chris countered.

    "If you cared about His Majesty, you'd send Kelvin along in 
case his help is needed," David said in the same, indirect, 
confrontational tone.

    "He's a child now," Chris said.  "He's not of any use to 
you."

    "Sure," David smiled as if Chris was being stupid.  "That's 
how he was able to destroy the Old One who killed Eric."

    There was a tense silence.  I didn't know what they were 
talking about and even I felt it.  They were talking about me 
going to Kovzland or Labar, that much I knew.  I was eager to see 
Kovzland, but Eric had said that we were going to save Prince Tod 
and I thought I should go there and do whatever I could.  I 
didn't say anything, however:  I was just a boy.

    "Do you want to take a No-Confidence Vote, Guardian?" Chris 
asked, sending silence throughout the room.

    David started to say something, but Rick touched his arm and 
spoke in his place.  "No, Chris," his deep voice said.  "That's 
not what we're trying to do.  You have to understand that we are 
naturally inclined to want to get Kelvin back and restore him to 
his full power.  King or no king, he was our leader long before 

Kovzland ever existed.  Now, we know he's a pretty boy, but we 
miss him. We miss his wit and wisdom." Chris started to inter-
rupt, but Rick raised his hand and silenced the younger boy.  
"For that reason, we don't have a right to object.  Our interests 
are clear:  we want Kelvin back.  We want that more than we care 
about the Royal Family.  The Royal Family is your leadership, not 
ours. Kelvin is ours.  That's why David and I and all the other 
Guardians, accept you orders just as we've accepted the orders of 
the Royal Family for centuries.  If we seem to argue against you, 
it's not now and never will be a matter of us not caring about 
you.  Sometimes, though, we forget, and we think more about our 
brothers than we do the Kovz Boys.  That's why you're in charge, 
and that's why..." he grabbed David's arm and squeezed it so 
tightly that muscles rippled along his forearm, "...we're ready 
to do whatever it is you tell us to do. That is The Law.  Kelvin 
would have insisted on nothing less."

    I decided they were talking about a different Kelvin.  I had 
no idea what they were saying.

    "Thanks, Rick," Chris smiled at the young man.  David was 
still ready to argue but after a quick glance at Rick, he fell 
silent.  Both young men looked at me as if expecting me to do 
something.  I just blushed and looked away.

    "As agreed then," Chris said.  "Brendan and Kelvin will go in 
search of Tod.  The rest of us will get back to Kovzland and join 
Prince Ben.  Are there any questions about that?" I started to 
say I wanted Lance to come with us, too, but I felt Curt's hand 
on my arm holding me quiet.  I looked up at his cute face and he 
smiled across the table to Brendan.  I followed his eyes, and 
Brendan gave me a look that told me to keep still.  I sunk down 
into the chair and did as I was told.

    The meeting went on until lunchtime but I didn't understand 
any more of what they were talking about than I had their brief 
fight with David.  They were talking about things like finding 
Eric (whom I had thought was merely dead -- they kept talking 
about his death, but that just made them think they had to find 
him), supplying Kovzland, repopulating Kovzland, and what I had 
done to the Old One who had killed Eric.  I was confused the 
entire time and didn't say a word.  I tried to pay attention, but 
my young mind wandered.  Mostly I thought about Lance, wondering 
if he was playing with that other boy.  But I also tried to piece 
together what little I knew about my life.  Try as I might, 
however, I was still confused.  All I knew was that I was a boy 
and wanted to be loved.

    "I think it's lunchtime," Chris said looking at his watch.  
"We can continue this after we've eaten.  We'll all meet back 
here at two o'clock."

    "Uh, General," Brendan interrupted their departure.  "I think 
Kelvin should be excused from any more meetings."

    "That's not right, Brendan," Rick said firmly.

    "I agree!" David said with indignation.

    Brendan winked at them.  "Uh, Kelvin," he said to me, "do you 
want to come to the meeting this afternoon." I shrugged my 
shoulders, knowing I hated the whole thought of it.  "Just tell 
them the truth, Kely," my young hero said. I shook my head, 
embarrassed at all the eyes looking at me.

    "Okay," Rick smiled.  "I suppose David and I can adequately 
represent the Council of Guardians this afternoon.  We've been 
doing most of it for the past year and a half anyway."

    "You can go play then, Kely," Chris agreed with a loving 
smile.

    I was relieved by this and tried to scurry out the door ahead 
of them, but immediately felt my skinny arm held back by Curt's 
strong hand.  The older boys filed out and I stood frightened 
that the big boy was planning to rape me. I was so little and so 
weak; how could he be so mean to me?  When the door closed, 
however, it was Brendan's voice that spoke and I turned to find 
the youth still standing on his side of the table.

    "Kely, what did you do with Lance?" he asked.  I was so 
embarrassed and surprised by his question that I just blushed and 
looked away.  I heard his smile and the smile on the tall boy who 
held me.  "Okay.  Listen, Kely," my young adolescent friend said, 
"I'll try to change Chris's mind about him going to Labar with 
us, but you have to promise me not to let them find out that you 
guys are playing together.  Okay?"

    "Why not?" I asked softly through my blush.

    "He's a Satyr, Kely," Curt grinned.

    "I don't even know what that is," I sighed.

    "Kely," Brendan said, a loving hand on my shoulder, "a Satyr 
is a kind of Kovz Boy who needs a lot of... attention.  Do you 
understand?"

    I shook my head and looked at him quizzically.

    Brendan smiled at my innocence.  "Look, Kely, you know what 
you did with, Lance?" I smiled and blushed brighter, looking away 
in embarrassment. "Well, Satyrs have to do that several times 
every day.  They're very rare and very special, but if Chris 
finds out you've taught him about it, he'll never let him go to 
Labar.  Okay?"

    I shrugged and nodded.

    "Kely's in love with a Satyr," Curt grinned.  "That's ador-
able."

    I glared at the older boy without knowing why save that I 
knew he was making fun of me.  Nonetheless, I was so happy that 
Brendan was going to talk Chris into letting Lance stay with me 
that I smiled up at him, any hope of hiding my love for the 
little pubescent boy now hopelessly wrecked.  Brendan and Curt 
both laughed and the boy let me go.  "Remember, Kely," Brendan 
said as I disappeared out the door in search of the pretty boy.

    I finally found Lance playing ping pong with his young 
friend.  The boy's name was Gavin Scott, a thin, gangly twelve 
year old.  I knew from seeing him naked at the river that he had 
peach fuzz on his penis and I wondered if that was what attracted 
Lance to him so strongly; maybe the little pubescent boy didn't 
like my small, hairless boyhood.  I didn't know.

    I went up and said hello to them, standing next to Gavin.  He 
said hello back, but Lance didn't say anything; in fact, the boy 
who had been giggling up until my arrival stopped smiling and 
seemed to concentrate harder on his game. He was still wearing 
his black silk shorts without underwear, as was I, and I could 
see his penis, half erect, beneath the soft silk.  He had changed 
his shirt, now wearing another short sleeve, button up silk shirt 
with the buttons fastened except for the very top one.  The shirt 
was white and I could see the dark little points of his erect 
nipples.

    When my young boy lover didn't talk to me, I felt embarrassed 
and walked away, finally sitting down on a chair in the living 
room where the other little boys were playing their childish 
games.  I considered trying to get one of them to play with me, 
but I was so infatuated with Lance that all I could do was sit 
there and watch him.

    The two boys finished their ping pong match and went to a 
video game and started taking turns playing it.  I felt a pang in 
my heart as I watched Lance trying to get the other boy to notice 
him.  Every time Gavin stepped to the machine, Lance's big hands 
would touch his shoulder or deliberately rub his skinny arm 
against the other boy's.  At one point, I saw him unbutton the 
next button on his shirt, blushing as he revealed more of his 
smooth skin.  The pubescent boy even tried rubbing his thin, 
hairless leg against Gavin's blue jeans, desperately hoping the 
other boy wanted what he himself plainly wanted.

    For all Lance's awkward attempts, however, Gavin didn't get 
the message. In fact, he seemed to be getting annoyed with Lan-
ce's constant caresses and clumsy seductions.  By this point, I 
could see Lance's penis sticking out erect in his shorts, the 
poor boy so horny for Gavin and totally unable to get his atten-
tions.  All his loving caresses had managed to do was get him 
more and more excited and did nothing to excite Gavin.  When 
Gavin lost his last ship, I watched as Lance's face flushed 
bright red and the boy nervously put his arm around the other 
boy's thin shoulders.  Gavin looked at him like he was a weirdo 
and pulled his body away, not even looking at the throbbing, 
frantic erection between Lance's legs.  He said something I 
couldn't hear then turned and left my confused boyfriend standing 
there alone.

    Lance's smooth, pretty face looked near tears and he quickly 
left the room.  His first effort to seduce another boy had been 
totally rejected and he looked very sad and frustrated.  I 
thought about going after him, but I didn't think it would do any 
good:  he wanted Gavin; a little boy like me wasn't where his 
interests were.  Glumly, I got up from my chair and started back 
to my room. I thought about going swimming, or maybe finding Curt 
and seeing if he really did want to play with me.  When I opened 
my door, however, there was Lance sitting on my bed.

    I closed the door quickly before Chris saw me.  Lance was 
crying a little bit when he looked up at me.  Between his smooth 
legs, his erection throbbed frantically, his silk shorts wrapped 
about it and draping down its three and a half inch shaft.  He 
was so beautiful and so incredibly horny.  Just the feeling of 
horniness I felt from him made my own penis stiffen and I stood 
there with the little thing poking out at my shorts.

    "What's wrong?" I asked the pretty boy.

    He shrugged his thin shoulders and looked down at his erec-
tion again. It looked so pretty beneath the silk as it pulsed 
back and forth and I felt my lips watering as I imagined sucking 
on it.  Feeling queasy with desire for him, I boyishly walked 
over to him and soon stood before him gazing down at his throb-
bing penis.  I watched his eyes looking slowly up my skinny legs, 
coming to rest on the little, throbbing bulge in my shorts.  He 
swallowed, his tear filled eyes looking at my boyhood in pain and 
desire.  I panted as I watched his big hands reach out and take 
hold of it through the silk, the soft fabric gently rubbing 
against my sensitive little head.  He looked up my skinny body 
and our eyes met.

    "Do you want to play with it?" I asked in my childish voice.


    Lance looked down at his hand fondling my bulge and I saw his 
blond head nod ever so slightly.  I swallowed, loving his horny 
innocence and the tender love he felt for my boyhood.  Gently, I 
laid my hands on his little shoulders and lay forward beside him.  
I led him farther up on the bed and we soon lay there facing each 
other.  Lance looked frightened and nervous, his hand trembling 
as he reached through the hole in my tank top and slowly, loving-
ly rubbed up and down on my skinny rib cage.  I did the same to 
him, though I couldn't feel his bare skin except through the 
smoothness of his silk shirt.  Our eyes were gazing at the 
other's small body then slowly came up and met.  His were filled 
with hormonal hunger, fear and aching.  Mine echoed his desire 
and joined them with love.  He was so pretty that I felt my face 
moving toward his, felt my slimy lips reach out and kiss his 
small nose, finally finding his thin lips and mouth.

    Lance cried softly in astonishment and tensed ready to pull 
away, but as he felt our lips rubbing together, he held firm and 
awkwardly tried to return it.  We kissed for a long while as our 
hands continued to feel our small bodies. Lance's fingers even 
felt up into my hairless armpit, rubbed across my small shoulder 
blade.  Still kissing, I felt him pulling my little body closer 
to his, felt his thin legs spreading, straddling mine as the 
horny boy pressed his erection against the little bulge of my 
penis.

    We both cried softly as the young boy slowly, cautiously 
humped his penis against mine, both of us struggling to maintain 
our awkward kissing.  When his body started to get more excited, 
I realized he was trying to have an orgasm and I pulled my body 
from his, gasping with desire, feeling the passion of his pubes-
cent need.  He looked at me questioningly, hurt and uncertain.  I 
just panted, wanting to cry in love.  I moved my fingers to his 
shirt, watched them trembling as they tried to unbutton it.

    Lance lay there watching in confusion as the third button 
came undone and I could see his small chest through the silk 
opening.  He didn't seem to care about being stripped, just 
wanted sex, but I persisted and my small fingers moved lower down 
his shirt, undoing the next button, seeing his baby soft skin and 
ribs appearing.  Finally I undid the last one and the boy's shirt 
fell open, the upper end draping halfway across his thin body.  I 
panted as I gazed at his smooth softness, at the beauty of his 
small, hairless belly button and pale skin.  Gazing at his beau-
ty, my hand slowly touched his quivering belly, gently rubbed 
across it lifting the silk higher until I could finally slip it 
over his side, allowing it to fall backward, baring his soft 
abdomen and most of his little chest.  His brown nipples were 
erect on the smooth perfection of his skin and my hand held to 
them, gently rubbing across the small mounds of his muscles, his 
chest swelling awkwardly as the horny boy tried to breathe.  I 
could see his collar bones sticking out of his body, saw the 
smooth, slender length of his neck moving up to his pretty face 
with no adam's apple.  He was so beautiful.

    I sat up and Lance awkwardly followed my guidance and sat up 
beside me, our legs rubbing together on the bed.  His eyes looked 
at me with the same confusion and desire, eager to get himself 
off, confused by the gentle foreplay I was doing as I stripped 
him.  He cried and panted as my small hands took hold of his 
boyish chest, gently relished the softness of his skin.  I ran 
them all over the body I loved so much, let them slip into his 
small armpits and feel the dry, boyish skin on his underarms, 
then ran them back over his ribs until the boy shivered with 
excitement and longing.  His silk shirt draped over my skinny 
arms as I felt his small, hairless body out, both our organs 
still throbbing hungrily out at our shorts.  Finally, when even I 
could stand the desire any more, I slipped my hands slowly over 

his little shoulders, pushed the shirt wider, saw his smooth 
flesh bared still more.  It slid easily back over his shoulders 
and fell easily down his baby soft back, down his hairless arms.

    Still crying and eager to be touched, Lance lifted his big 
hands from the sleeves, my own hands feeling more of his chest, 
worshipping his beauty, worshipping his softness and boyishness.  
He put his hand down on the bed to support himself and watched as 
I rubbed his small chest, caressed his pale, perfect skin.  I 
felt his other hand reaching for my tank top, slipping beneath 
it, rubbing up and down on my rib cage, crying with love and 
desire.  He stroked the hairless skin on my underarms until I 
gasped with pleasure and finally got up the nerve to grab the 
strap and try to strip the tank top off.  I raised my skinny arms 
and let him do this.  He was awkward and trembling, but I could 
feel the gentle silk caressing my body as it slid higher, baring 
my abdomen, moving over my chest.  He pulled it all the way up my 
arms and put it down on the bed, his small shoulder rippling as 
his arm supported his weight, the other hand instantly moving to 
feel my little body.

    The only sound in the room was our desperate panting, the 
high pitched cries of our young desire and pleasure.  I slipped 
my small hand under his hairless armpit and laid back down on the 
bed beside him, my hands moving to his chest, rubbing the small 
boyish skin and muscles lovingly.  Lance was so horny I couldn't 
believe he was able to still touch me, but his hands rubbed my 
body just as I rubbed his, tickling my belly, exciting my little, 
pink nipples until they stood erect and tiny on my small chest.  
He was horny enough now to take the lead and I cried softly as 
his hand slid across my belly, awkwardly tried to push the elas-
tic band down my hips, trying to bare my penis.  I held to his 
shoulder and looked down as he uncovered the frantic little 
erection, the purple head shining brightly, the little slit 
gaping open with intense boyish pressure, the little penis so 
pink and hairless.

    Hardly able to control my pleasure, I lay back on the bed, 
grabbed my shorts and pulled them down my slender, hairless legs.  
I pulled my feet out of them and threw them aside, laying back 
down stark naked.  Lance, his blue eyes so filled with confusion, 
looked down at my little erection and his hand moved to it.  My 
body shivered with pleasure as his loving fingers felt along my 
boyhood, caressed the thin, two inch shaft, felt the little 
testicles in their hairless pink scrotum.  I was in ecstacy, my 
boy cock as hard as granite, throbbing desperately, loving every 
touch, every precious caress.

    Knowing that my excited penis couldn't take much more of his 
love and knowing too that Lance was every bit as excited as I 
was, I cried and forced myself to sit up.  He looked confused as 
I crawled up on my knees, my hairless little penis sticking 
straight out between my soft thighs throbbing fantastically hard.  
I rubbed my face, fighting to control my passion and excitement, 
then reached down and took hold of his shorts at his hips.  Lance 
cried in fear and excitement, knowing that I was going to strip 
him naked, knowing that orgasm was soon to follow.  He lay with 
his arms straight at his sides, his big hands making fists on the 
bedspread, slender forearms rippling with tension and passion.  
His soft body looked so small and skinny, so hairless and smooth.  
It rippled with boyish muscles as I pulled on his shorts, the boy 
arching his back, raising his small butt off the bed to give 
clearance to the silk.  They slid down his hairless thighs so 
easily and he lay back down as I pulled them down over his knobby 
knees, my eyes never leaving the bright red throbbing of his 
three and a half inch erection.  It stuck out straight and desp-
erate for orgasm, the little silver fuzz looking beautiful 
against his pink, excited skin.  I crawled lower as his silk 

shorts reached his bony ankles, worked them around his big feet, 
finally freeing them and leaving the excited boy totally naked.

    He cried as he looked at me and I panted excitedly.  The 
excitement was unbearable, unstoppable.  Unable to control my 
desire, I lay down quickly beside him, my legs out above his 
head, my face only inches from his stiff erection. Knowing I was 
going to suck his small penis in my mouth made me even hornier. 
It looked so hard as it throbbed between his legs, so pretty with 
its downy peach fuzz.  I took hold of his hip and the confused 
boy awkwardly turned his penis toward me, gravity not effecting 
his engorged boyhood as it continued to throb straight out from 
his body.  It was so slender, the bright purple head so shiny and 
hard.  Crying again with love, I stuck out my slimy tongue and 
licked all the way up the three and a half inch shaft, over the 
rock hard penis head.

    Lance's entire body convulsed in shock and pleasure, a high 
pitched moan filling the room.  Never had his young penis felt 
anything like that, a slimy, warm boy tongue licking all along 
it.  I didn't wait to explain, my mouth hungry for the sweet 
taste of his cock.  I licked it again and again Lance cried out, 
the poor boy so desperate, so excited, so hard and innocent.  I 
licked him over and over again, feeling the thin hard cock puls-
ing along my tongue, the young boy crying with pleasure and 
desperate hardness.  He needed and orgasm so badly.

    "Lick my penis, Lance," my high pitched voice cried, spread-
ing my legs and moving my hips closer to his face as I held his 
thighs and kept licking his. The boy was so intent on watching me 
lick his cock I half expected that he couldn't hear me, wasn't 
aware of anything but the warm slime on his penis. Soon, however, 
I felt it:  the awkward, tentative touch of his tongue on my 
boyhood.  I moaned with the pleasure of it and licked his boy 
cock again.  His tongue returned again, licking my penis more 
fully, the slimy warmth pressed around my throbbing erection, 
rubbing over my sensitive penis head.

    In seconds, our tongues were lapping between the other's 
legs, licking cocks that felt harder and harder, more and more 
pleasure.  It seemed that we must explode in orgasm but we did-
n't, our tongues just lifting our erections one step closer, one 
step closer.  We were crying loudly now and my own pleasure was 
so great that I knew I would start screaming.  Crying in worship 
for Lance's downy puberty, I wrapped my lips around his penis and 
sucked.

    Lance stopped licking my cock to cry out in pleasure, staring 
at his three and a half inch penis buried between my lips.  It 
was the perfect size for my young mouth, big enough to fill it 
but small enough that I could suck on almost the whole thing.  
The tension and excitement that rushed through Lance's slender 
body was incredible and I felt his thighs rubbing against my 
cheeks as if wanting to stop me from giving his penis so much 
pleasure.  His hips instinctively moved forward and back and I 
felt them sliding his stiff erection in and out my lips.

    "Ennnnnngh!" Lance cried, his high pitched voice so loud I 
knew the entire house must have heard him.  "Ennnnnngh!" he cried 
again.  Whether to muffle his own screams or just to taste more 
of my cock, I felt the boy's mouth engulf my entire penis, felt 
it move along the warm slime of his tongue, felt his cheeks 
sucking gently on it, his big hands grabbing my thighs.  He still 
cried out with pleasure, but my hairless pubic mound cut his 
moans off, left their intense, high pitched sounds to escape from 
his little chest, vibrate along my erection.

    Our pleasure multiplied exponentially.  We lay there naked on 

the bed, sucking the life out of our frantic erections, excite-
ment making our bodies squirm against each other, naked boy flesh 
rubbing all over the place, slimy mouths fighting to hold to the 
small penises between our lips, between our legs, filling our 
young bodies until we screamed against them.  The pleasure was 
phenomenal, the excitement that ravaged through our naked in-
nocence so intense that neither of us could control ourselves.  
My belly rubbed against his chest and his skinny abdomen rubbed 
against mine, squirming in pubescent passion, crying and sucking 
with orgasmic pleasure.  Such a sight our bodies must have made 
as they grew rock hard, unable to keep from rubbing against the 
other, unable to contain the pleasure that raced through our 
penises, filled our tummies, blurred our minds until we were 
nothing but penises, sucked in slime, sucked in love, passion 
that knew no end.

    How long our penises made the pleasure build I could not say.  
It felt like I had no body and felt like I was nothing but body, 
my mind awash with the pleasure of my penis.  When it seemed the 
pleasure could be no greater, it suddenly leapt up in both of us 
simultaneously and our squirming bodies suddenly began to jerk so 
frantically that the headboard drove against the wall banging 
loudly.  It felt as if the entire bed was jumping up and down as 
we held our boy legs to our faces, plunged the young penises into 
our mouths, screamed and cried with orgasm.  I could feel muscles 
in my penis and in Lance's contracting, struggling desperately to 
squirt out sperm into the other boy's mouth, but neither was able 
to.  It was horribly good, my pleasure almost as great as it had 
been with Eric so many days ago, so great that I was again afraid 
I could never feel anything so wonderful, so terrifyingly in-
tense, again.  How could my little penis have felt so incredibly 
good?  How could it so totally dominate my mind and body, drive 
to such fits of pleasure?

    When the climax finally receded, neither of us could stand to 
hold the other boy's cock in our mouths anymore.  We let them go, 
fell exhausted on the bed, crying voices heaving for air, bodies 
pressed together as if begging for mercy from the orgasm.  I 
looked at Lance's penis, slimy with my saliva, the purple head 
losing its shine but the young erection only partly softening.  
It bent slightly downward toward the bed but didn't get limp.  
The pale shaft was red, the head looking raw and spent but the 
boy didn't fully lose his erection although the depth of his 
orgasm must have torn pleasure from the roots of his body.

    It took almost five minutes before either of us was able to 
move again, our muscles so ravaged and torn by our orgasms.  
Still panting, I turned my naked body and crawled over on him, my 
chest rubbing across his, feeling them swell rhythmically for 
air, the still racing beats of our hearts as they pounded togeth-
er through our boy flesh.  I closed my eyes feeling our slimy 
penises join in a tender kiss, my limp and little, Lance's still 
half erect, both slimy with spit.  I rubbed them gently together 
but not very hard:  they were both so raw and sensitive that even 
the slime made them ache with friction.

    I looked into Lance's adorable face.  He was flushed from his 
orgasm, his eyes half closed beneath long eyelashes, but he 
smiled bashfully at me as I gasped on top of him.  I lay my head 
down on his shoulder and we lay there for a long time.  When he 
was strong enough, Lance's thin arms held my body and rubbed 
across my shoulders and lower back.  My arms were raised high 
enough that his gentle fingers could easily pet beneath my arms, 
rubbed the baby soft skin on my hairless armpits.  I just lay 
there, eyes closed and let him enjoy the hairlessness of my small 
body.

    When we tired of this, I lay down beside him and we blushed 

and smiled as our hands again explored each other, again felt 
across smooth, boyish skin, small chests and little nipples.  For 
more than an hour we fondled, played with our penises until they 
lost the soggy feeling of our sucking and were dry and boyish 
again.  Lance never lost his erection which astonished me.  I had 
learned by now that boys who didn't have sperm could do it over 
and over again, but even my little penis needed to rest sometimes 
when it had a really good orgasm like the one I had just had.  
For all his tender petting on my little boyhood, the hairless 
penis just lay spent and exhausted, unable to get hard again 
after so complete and orgasm.  Lance seemed to like it this way 
for his fingers delighted in feeling it, but I was curious why, 
as excited as he obviously could get, the little pubescent boy 
always seemed to have a boner.

    "It hurts," the boy's soprano voice complained softly when 
his penis was again as rock hard and throbbing as before, the 
purple head shining brightly with erection.  I was not surprised 
by his embarrassed confession.  His poor penis wasn't strong 
enough yet for all the hardness and pleasure it felt and it was 
too horny to get soft and relieve him of its pain.  My fingertips 
felt along his barely visible little silver hairs, feeling sorry 
for the boy's pain and more than eager to suck his penis again.  
I loved his pleasure so much.  I thought about letting him stick 
his penis in my butt and the thought appealed to me to no end.  
How nice it would be to feel his skinny body humping on my back, 
jerking in orgasm.  But he had other things to learn, too, most 
importantly was how to masturbate:  despite his prettiness, the 
boy would need to know how to relieve himself so he didn't always 
have to have a boy.

    "Rub on it," I said, my fingers still petting his little 
peach fuzz.  He looked at me with his now familiar confusion and 
I blushed with him.  "With your fingers," I explained.  "Rub on 
it."

    When he looked down at his stiff, three and a half inch boy 
cock doubtfully, I swallowed and moved my hand down to it.  My 
hand was small enough that I could almost make a fist around it, 
but I held it between my thumb and forefinger and slowly stroked 
it up and down.  The boy's skinny body immediately rippled in 
astonishment and he lay stiffly as he felt the pleasure of my 
rubbing between his legs.  I forced myself to let it go and 
rubbed my hand across his little belly button and soft skin.

    "You can do it, too," I said, my hand feeling the small ridge 
of his firm little chest.

    He still looked doubtful, but I lay my head on his shoulder 
and looked down as his big hand moved to his penis.  He swallowed 
in nervous embarrassment as he took it between his own thumb and 
forefinger.  The sight of his innocence holding to his own erec-
tion to masturbate for the first time filled me with love and I 
gently stroked his small body.  "Rub on it," I instructed again.

    I ached with love as I saw his tender fingers pull the soft 
pale flesh of his penis down the rock hard erection that throbbed 
beneath it.  His body stiffened again as pleasure shot through it 
and the boy stroked up and down on his penis in amazement.  I 
said nothing to distract him from pleasure as we both lay there 
watching him masturbate.  My hand continued to rub up and down 
his chest, back and forth on the firm ripples of his rib cage, 
across his little boy nipples, into his hairless underarms.  
Never did his blue eyes stray from his erection, his head turning 
to keep looking at it when my hand got in the way.

    It took a while for his orgasm to start building again and as 
soon as it did I could see his fingers rubbing faster on his 

small penis.  "Engh, engh, engh," his young voice grunted softly 
as he jerked himself off.  He was so pretty, his testicles moving 
up and down in the pink, hairless sack between his legs.  "Engh, 
engh, engh." I rubbed my hand down to his belly, allowing myself 
to be swept away with his soft skin, the smallness of his belly 
button, the gentle shivers of his tummy.  "Engh, engh, engh." His 
high pitched voice grunted with his strokes on his small erection 
and both were getting quicker as he felt orgasm building in his 
penis again.

    "Enngh!  Enngh!  Enngh!" he grunted louder and I could feel 
his slender body stiffening tighter, felt his big hand balling 
into a fist as if to keep the pleasure inside.  Skinny muscles 
rippled along his forearm and veins bulged in his hand as his 
fingers held his penis tighter, jerking on it harder and harder 
until I was afraid he would break the rock hard thing off.

    "Enngh!  Enngh!  Enngh!" he cried out.  I could feel how hard 
his skinny body was as the boy's legs and chest bulged with young 
muscle, his body contorting tightly, the muscles preparing to 
hurl him into orgasmic pleasure again.  Madly the boy masturbated 
himself until his big hand was a blur moving up and down his 
three and a half inch erection.  I stroked his chest, feeling it 
vibrate with the now loud grunts of his pleasure, certain that 
the older boys would come in to see what all the loud screams 
were for.  No one came in and interrupted poor, horny Lance, 
however, and the boy was free to express his pleasure, to feel 
his pubescent orgasm build and grow, to know the wonderful thing 
he could do to his own penis.

    "Ennnngh!  Ennnnngh!  Ennnnngh!" he screamed and I could now 
feel his entire body stiffen frantically, his muscles growing so 
hard I was afraid the poor boy was going to get cramps and hurt 
himself.  He jerked so quickly on his boy cock, cried so loudly 
with pleasure, then suddenly his body exploded, bucking his hips 
forward, shuddering as every muscle released its powerhouse of 
pleasure and strength.  The whole bed shook as he bounced and 
cried desperately, pleasure racing through his penis, causing it 
to flex, again striving to squirt sperm the young boy didn't have 
yet.  It was beautiful and my hand laid flat on his chest feeling 
the contortions of his body, the pounding of his heart as he was 
ravaged by orgasm.

    When it finally released him, the boy collapsed on the bed 
crying and gasping.  He still held his penis but stopped rubbing 
it and I watched as it finally gave up his erection, finally let 
the horny boy go from its hormonal needs.  His thumb and forefin-
ger held it as the head lost its brightness, finally becoming 
limp, the slit getting wrinkled with its new-found softness.  I 
smiled as I lay feeling his chest rise and fall, gazed at his raw 
penis with its silver peach fuzz.  He was so small and pretty.

    When he was recuperated enough, we played some more, again 
exploring our young bodies as if for the first time.  Our hands, 
always eager for the feel of another boy, rubbed and touched and 
prodded, fondled our limp boyhoods and testicles.  We even wres-
tled a little but Lance's penis was sensitive and he couldn't 
handle my body rubbing against it.  We kissed lips again and 
kissed all over our bodies, giggling every time we found a new 
place, every time we felt a new excitement.

    I was feeling the soft little hairs around his penis when my 
eyes were shocked to see the little pubescent boy's penis stif-
fening yet again.  Was this what the older boys meant by a Satyr?  
Lance blushed in embarrassment and watched it too.  He smiled 
boyishly at me.

    "Suck it again," his high pitched voice begged softly.

    God, how I wanted to.  It stuck straight out as if the boy 
hadn't had sex in a week.  I was delighted by its beauty, but a 
little scared too:  how was I going to keep a boy as horny as 
Lance satisfied?  We would have to ride in the wagon naked and do 
nothing but have sex from morning to sundown.  Lord, he was 
horny.

    "We have to go to dinner or they'll come looking for us," I 
said, my little fingers feeling along his erection and making him 
giggle.  "We can play after dinner," I grinned, and the happy boy 
agreed.