The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Fourteen: Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty "Where are you going, Kely?" a high pitched, childish voice called as I strolled through the palace garden. I turned and waited as Prince Kelly ran up to me, wearing a skin tight, black jump suit that covered his skinny, eleven year old body from ankles to wrists and neck. The expression on his face was happy and I gazed at the childish muscles in his thin legs rippling and propelling his skinny body across the grass to me. His feet were bare and were tickled by the grass. The suit clung so tightly to his skinny frame that I could even see his ribs pressing out against his skin and the small, almost invisible mounds of his small chest. Being a Guardian, however, my eyes only naturally looked between his legs and watched the slender bulge of his little penis pressed back against his body. So tightly did the elastic material cling to his little boyhood that I could actually make out the little mounds of his childish testicles and even see his tiny penis head swelling at the end of the skinny shaft. The boy didn't have an erection, but his penis was laid out against his lower belly and the fabric was holding tightly to it. I smiled as the small boy I adored came up to me, my eyes still gazing down his skinny body and looking at the sweet bulge between his legs. I smiled and blushed at him. "Robby invited me over to Green House," I said, knowing the boy was blushing at my eyes glancing repeatedly at the little bulge of his boyhood. "They'll just want to stick it in your bottom," he blushed, embarrassed like me by the reputation Green held. I shrugged. "Robby said Roger had a present for me. He said they wouldn't do anything to me." "You know Robby would lie. He likes little boys." "I know," I blushed. "But he promised I'd like it. He said it was a kitten." "A kitten? Really?" The boy's eyes lit up and he looked very excited. I nodded. "You wanna come?" Kelly smiled and blushed shyly. "I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the arena with some other boys," he said. "We're going to play soccer." I smiled, always happy when Kelly wanted me to go somewhere with him, particularly the arena with all its fun games and toys. "I can come later," I said. "But I can't take a baby kitten to the arena. I'll put it in my room then come. " "Okay," Kelly blushed and smiled. He gave me a quick, boyish hug of affection, then turned without further word and his skinny little body was running back across the grass toward the palace. I watched his small butt and skinny back for a while, then turned and continued on my way. The island was big enough that it was worth it for us to keep carriages ready to relay boys between the various houses. It was more than a league to Green House and I didn't feel like walking the whole way, so I climbed into one of the cabs and told the boy driving it where I wanted to go. He was a cute boy so I crawled up close to the opening to the buckboard and talked with him as we went. I liked him a lot, but when we reached Green House, a small group of adolescent boys in purple outfits were ready for him to take them to the palace. I parted from him planning to take more carriage rides. "He's here!" a fourteen year old boy in his underwear called from the courtyard. He didn't come to greet me, just ran to the house announcing my arrival. There were about two dozen boys playing around the lawns in scantily clad outfits, most in nothing more than bikini briefs. It rather embarrassed me but no more than it did when they stopped their play and started toward the house with eager anticipation, their eyes turning to look at me rather often. Even as innocent as I was, I knew that something was going on, something more than what I'd been told by the adorable Prince Robby. Fully aware of the rumors about Green, I swallowed nervously and walked toward the steps to the mansion. By this time, there were about a thousand boys living in Green. This was enough to spill over into the other mansions that made up their team and more boys were scurrying out of these, pulling on scant articles of clothing as they ran, again looking at me with sexual interest or just with boyish giggles. Roger was coming to greet me as I stepped through the front door and he had a big grin on his handsome young face. "There's our little boy," he said through his grinning teeth, looking like he wanted to suck my little penis as he gazed at the little bulge in my tight shorts. He was wearing a black tank top and his tall, slender, fifteen year old body looked very cute. I felt my penis getting stiff and knew that he could see it. Roger always had that effect on me; he was so cute and everything about his young adolescent body radiated hormones into me. I didn't know if he wanted to stick his penis in my butt or not, but he wanted to do something with my small body and I felt intensely willing to let him. He grinned at the little bulge of my childish erection and came over and wrapped a smooth, skinny arm around my thin shoulders. Even through my T-shirt, it felt wonderful. "We have a special present for you, Kelvin," he said, his large hand rubbing across my small chest as he walked me toward the hallway. "Can't you just give her to me here?" I asked, nervous and excited by his adolescent affection. "Her?" he giggled. "Who said it was a her?" "People always call cats 'her'," I said uncertainly. "This isn't a cat, Kelvin," the tall boy grinned. "It's a kitten." I shrugged my shoulders, wishing the older boy's hand would reach down between my legs and rub the little erection in my shorts. He stopped suddenly and turned me to face him. He was grinning and looking adorable and his large hands gently pressed my shoulders back against the wall. I looked up at him, knowing my eyes were filled with willingness for him to make love to me. "Kelvin," he grinned. "Do you know what a Kitten is?" he asked. I swallowed and gazed up at his smooth, adorable face. I nodded shyly. "It's a baby cat," I said. "Kely," he giggled again. "A Kitten is a boy." I remembered what Calvin had said about boy kittens, about how they just laid around and played with their penises all day and never talked or anything, but I thought that they were just a legend. I couldn't remember ever seeing one. "Well, Green has a kitten now and we want you to play with him." I swallowed in embarrassment. "Why me?" Roger just giggled and started up the hall again, one arm wrapping around my shoulders and the other holding his hand pressed against my small chest. "It's a present. Just to show there's no hard feelings for taking Bobby out of the Draft last week." "Oh," I said. I was getting a little dizzy and confused by the horny feelings in my penis and wanted to ask Roger if he would play with me. Instead, I just let the older boy lead me into the mansion and finally down a long ramp. After awhile, the ramp turned upward and ended at a door slanted backward against the ceiling. I was panting softly and was astonished when Roger's hands turned me and instantly started to pull my T-shirt up from my skinny body. "Kittens get scared when they see boys in clothes, Kelvin," he giggled, though I had the odd feeling he was lying. Still, I was horny and I let the boy pull the T-shirt off and stood silently when he grabbed my skin tight shorts and peeled them down my legs. My hairless, three inch erection appeared instantly, throbbing madly, and I watched the older boy bending over to lower my shorts, hoping he would see the stiff little boner and would suck on it for me. When I stepped out of them, however, and Roger stood back up, he did little more than glance at it. "Are you ready?" he asked. I looked down in embarrassment that he wasn't as affectionate for little boys as others were and shrugged sadly. I jerked back up when the older boy's big, warm hand reached down and took hold of my erection and testicles. I looked up at him hopefully. "You sure look ready," he giggled at my prepubescent excitement. "You want to play with the Kitten, don't you?" he asked. His hand took hold of my small erection and rubbed gently on it and all I could do was pant and nod up at him, eager to do anything he told me to. "Good boy," he smiled at my excitement. "His name's Ian, Kely, so you be nice to him." The older boy pushed the small door open and gently guided my small, naked body through it. I crawled up into a room filled with pillows and covered with soft, furry blankets. It was so odd that I was standing up with my hairless boner totally bared before I realized that the room was round and that all of its walls were made of glass. Crowded around the glass were row on row of boys giggling and grinning in at my excited boyhood. I was so shocked that I instantly turned back toward the door, but Roger was already pulling it closed, giggling delightedly. I tried to pull it open again, but the teenager had locked it, leaving me trapped in full view of the entire populace of Green. I stood up in embarrassment, my small hands awkwardly trying to conceal my stiff penis. The boys were all thoroughly delighted and I looked around at all of them giggling and tried to find someone who would save me. I found Prince Robby, but he was as delighted as the rest of his boys. I stood there naked and holding my hairless erection, wondering why they were doing this to me. As I turned, however, my eyes fell for the first time on him. I was so instantly infatuated with him that, for a moment, I forgot all about the giggling boys surrounding us. He was standing near the clear glass window, leaning back on a large pillow that stood almost as tall as he was, and he was smiling at me, showing a neat row of white teeth. He was a blond haired, blue eyed boy of perhaps eleven or twelve, was about my height and weight, and had the face of an angel as he smiled at me. His hair was long and straight, with pale yellow bangs falling down into his innocent, sky blue eyes. Although he wasn't blushing, there was something so sweet and innocent about his smooth, boyish face that I felt my heart beating quickly with protective love for him. He was the sort of boy you just want to scoop up in your arms and cuddle. He was naked, of course, like me, but his face looked so adorable that it took me a moment to realize how exquisite his prepubescent body was. His chest was small like any boy's that age would be, and he wasn't very muscular, just enough muscle to swell slightly beneath his baby soft, tanned skin. His nipples were little and a pretty brown color against his boy flesh. Although his chest wasn't very muscular, the boy's slender belly was rippled with soft, boyish muscle that joined to his rib cage with marvelous beauty. Even his little belly button was adorable, just barely going into his smooth stomach. His tanned skin gave way sharply to soft, pale white, showing that the boy wore a tight pair of shorts or perhaps just underpants when he was out in the sun. There, on that wonderful softness of boyish skin, he sported an erection that took my breath away. He didn't seem at all embarrassed by its excited throbbing and stood leaning back smiling at me as if he were completely unaware that his young boyhood was so exposed. He had no pubic hair and the pale white skin of his lower belly ran smooth and unblemished to the hairless base of his young cock. Below his penis, his scrotum looked thick and very smooth, the skin holding tightly to his testicles, but with such innocence that I couldn't even see the contours of them. His penis itself was what really excited me. It was almost four inches long, comfortably larger than mine, and stuck out very stiff and hard. What seemed odd about it was that it looked so thick. Most of the little boys I knew had skinny penises until they got older. Ian's looked more than twice as thick as mine and it seemed to endear me to it all the more. His penis head was circumcised, brown, and was only slightly larger than the smooth, pink shaft of his boyhood adding to his cock's unique and special appearance. I was instantly as in love with his penis as I was with him. With difficulty, I tore my eyes away from it and looked back up into his adorable face. He was still smiling at me and I was again amazed that he could be standing there in all his throbbing excitement, with all those boys laughing and giggling at us, and not be the slightest bit bashful. Even a boy his age in Purple House would be a little bit embarrassed. Ian didn't seem to mind in the least. I could see Roger climbing into a chair that had been reserved for him beside Robby and he sat beside the cute boy prince grinning in at the excited little boy and 1. Robby looked delighted by the game. "Play with him, Kely," Roger called over the din of happy boys. "Why?" I called back, feeling a little angry that they were trying to embarrass me so much. "Because we won't let you out until you do," Roger yelled back, the rest of the horny boys laughing happily. I swallowed my anger and looked back at the naked boy. He was still just standing there, his head tilted to the side now as he smiled at me, looking so adorable I could cry for him. I wouldn't have minded playing with him for the world; he was so adorable and so cuddly looking; but in front of all the boys in Green House, to play with him just for their amusement? That didn't seem like a very good idea. Still, I knew what the rumors about Green House were and I was pretty sure that Roger would keep his word and not let me out. I stood there, still holding to my tense little boner, and gazed at the wonderful boy with all my adoration. He grinned broader and glanced briefly at his erection then back at me, as if asking me to do it. "Do you want to?" I asked him, wondering why he didn't say anything. "He's a Kitten, Kely," Roger laughed. "He's too stupid to talk. Play with him." I didn't like Roger calling a boy that beautiful stupid, but when I looked over at him again, I could see that his expression hadn't changed in the slightest, as if he hadn't heard a word we'd said. I hated to admit it but, for all his exquisite beauty, Ian didn't look very smart, just sweet and innocent, as if he didn't have a thought in that wonderful blond head of his. "Can you talk?" I asked him, making the other boys laugh at me. Ian just stood there, expression not changing in the slightest, beautiful blue eyes glancing down my naked body happily. He didn't even change his position, just leaned back against the pillow with his thick, hairless erection there for all to see and adore. He watched me without the slightest bit of curiosity as I walked slowly over to him. The entire floor was like one big bed and my big feet sunk down against the springs as I walked. When I reached him, I stood in front of him and looked into his adorable face, looking for any signs of intelligence. I didn't think I could see any but I definitely thought the boy looked even more beautiful close up. Slowly I gazed down his smooth, tanned chest and slender, rippling abdomen and looked at his strange, wonderful penis. It was so marvelous, pulsing up and down with his excited heartbeat, the head shining purplish brown at the end of a straight, thick, pale white shaft. My eyes looked up into his face again, but the little boy just kept smiling at me. I swallowed in nervous wonderment of him and finally let one of my hands slip away from my stiff boyhood. My penis was still small enough to hide under one hand, but the crowd of boys all whooped excitedly. I could see that several of them were masturbating themselves or the boy next to them, all of them looking very delighted. Gazing at Ian's excited young penis, I let my hand move slowly out and gently let my fingers feel the smooth, hairless ball of skin that covered his testicles. Ian instantly panted and I heard a childish giggle sound from his small chest, his slender belly rippling with a shiver of delight. I still held gently to his scrotum as I looked up at his face. He was staring down at my hand touching his family jewels, but he looked up at me briefly, his blue eyes twinkling excitedly, delighted to have his penis touched. Instantly his eyes dropped back to his erection and he seemed eager for me to do more to it. His scrotum felt so nice against my fingers, the skin so thick and smooth, his firm young balls warm and wonderful. "Go ahead, Kely," I heard Roger encouraging me. I turned and saw him gently rubbing on Robby's gifted young penis, the thirteen year old prince staring at it joyously. "He likes it." Ian seemed so young and innocent that it was hard to believe he even knew what his penis was capable of. If he liked it that much, why didn't he just masturbate himself instead of standing around with his erection throbbing? I wondered if he just wasn't smart enough to know he could play with it by himself. It didn't matter; I felt such a strong love for him that I didn't care about anything but making him happy. I knew he would be happy if I played with his penis, so I was willing to do it, even with all those horny boys watching. Letting both his penis go and mine, I moved up beside him and leaned back against the pillow with him, my skinny, three inch erection now pulsing out like his was. I kept watching his adorable face as he grinned at my naked body and hairless penis. He definitely seemed delighted that I had an erection too and I saw his eyes glancing at both his and mine in quick succession. Lost in love for him, I nervously moved closer to his naked body and slowly slipped my arm around his thin, bare shoulders. The boy felt so smooth and warm, his body so alive against my bare arm. He grinned at me briefly, then returned to comparing our penises, his soft body gently laying against the side of my chest. He made no move to touch my penis and I started to wish that he would desperately. The young boy just stood there grinning at me, his thick cock sticking straight out from his body surrounded by baby soft, white skin. It was such an exquisite boy cock, so excited, so innocent, so willing to let me do anything I wanted to it. I felt like Ian belonged to me, that his wonderful penis and beautiful body were there for me to do with as I wished, as if they were my very own. I stared at his excited penis with worship and I knew that the thing I wanted to do more than anything else was to delight that cock, to let it feel all the wonderful pleasures it could, to watch it exploding with orgasm. I realized very quickly that I wasn't really thinking of Ian as a boy. It was his penis that was the living thing, that needed to be loved, that needed affection. I could practically feel its desires, could feel it tugging at my heart as if it were in love with me as deeply as I was in love with it. It was almost like the tiny slit in the boy's penis head were an eye gazing up at me, promising all sorts of miracles if I would only help it out a little. I felt certain, somewhere deep inside, that Ian was just an added benefit in the deal. Ian wasn't very smart because he didn't need to be smart: he was just there to support that beautiful penis. It was his penis that was alive and was conscious and I knew with great certainty that it wanted to have an orgasm as badly as I wanted it to have one. I held the young boy's thin shoulders adoringly because he was a very sweet youth who needed to be comforted and protected just like a real kitten would. His penis was different, however. It needed deeper affection. Feeling its needs very acutely, I gently reached out my hand and touched it. Ian giggled and his body stiffened delightedly, baby blue eyes staring down at the hard boner between his legs with wonderment and delight. My fingers trembled as I felt along the throbbing skin, amazed by how hard it was. I could feel the pleasure in it almost as if it were talking to me, as if all its emotions and joy were part of me. It was very pleasing to Ian, obviously, but his penis itself was the one who was most happy. It pulsed so excitedly as I rubbed my fingers down the underside, gently rubbed across his smooth testicles again then back up the thick, pulsing shaft, the bare, sensitive head feeling like it would squirt with pleasure just by me touching it. This was a very strange experience. I was holding to one of the most adorable boys in the world and yet I felt like I was touching someone else, not a penis that was part of him, but an independent penis with a mind of its own and pleasures much deeper than any boy could feel. It was very exciting. Nervous with wonder, I gently took the boy's thick erection between my thumb and fingers and very lovingly pulled on it. His pink skin moved slowly up the rock hard cock beneath and I could feel his penis practically moaning its pleasure. Ian giggled excitedly and I looked up at him, but I knew he was just a slave boy, a boy who only lived to carry around that godlike penis between his legs. Still he looked so happy as he looked down at his cock in my fingers and stood there eagerly letting me rub it. He still looked like an innocent cherub, oblivious to any guilt or shame about what was being done to him, just enjoying the pleasure in his young body. I started to masturbate him with slow, loving strokes, my attention switching back and forth from his adorable face to his excited, hairless penis. I could practically close my eyes and feel all the pleasure that was filling his hard cock, but it was so much nicer to watch the happiness and wonder filling his innocent face as I stroked him off. Apart from the excited movements of his slender body, the boy had not moved from the time I had entered the room. He just stood there leaning back against the pillow, making no move to touch my erection or to avoid any of my caresses. My fingers moved rhythmically up and down on his thick, four inch penis and I watched it with continued wonder and worship. It was building up its own pleasure, filling itself with joy and delight, infecting the hairless young boy with its pleasure almost as an afterthought. Its head was shining purple now, reflecting the room's light like a mirror, tiny slit gaping open from intense pressure. Still, my fingers rubbed the skin up and down on it with slow, rhythmic consistency. I wasn't even squeezing it very hard, letting its pleasure grow and grow and not forcing it to climax any time soon. It seemed to like that a lot and seemed to appreciate the way I left it room to enjoy itself in my tender caresses. As it was reveling in its own pleasure, the naked young boy in my arms was giggling delightedly, taking in pants of air to provide his penis with oxygen. I adored him even if he was mindless, and I adored the way he stood there and adored his penis, the way he looked so happy and excited. His small chest rose and fell in quick, short breaths, his cute boy face still grinning down at his penis and watching me rubbing it. I knew it felt very good to him too and I liked seeing him looking so happy beneath the soft, silky bangs of his blond hair. I watched his smooth face with fascination, amazed that he could look so innocent, so free of any fears or problems. He could enjoy his penis's pleasures without the slightest hesitation and he was doing that. I kept gazing at him with love as I let his hard, thick cock slip into my fist, feeling it pulsing against my palm and fingers. I kept rubbing it at the same speed and watched the wonderful boy's face fill with still greater happiness and delight. He was truly an astonishing boy to look at and I didn't care if he never said a word. It was just nice to hold him, to look at him, to watch his joy at the pleasure between his legs. I heard him starting to make crying noises and I could feel his cock moaning as it prepared to release its full dose of orgasm. The steady tightening of his slender body didn't seem to trouble Ian in the slightest and the innocent little boy tried to giggle through his hopeless cries of pleasure. Never did his eyes leave his hairless penis as his young body started to grow tense, little muscles starting to tighten along his belly and smooth chest, smooth, tanned skin rippling gently. I just kept rubbing on the penis as if I could hear it telling me that it was going to let go soon, that it was going to have its orgasm. It did so with a sudden jolt that made Ian cry out in astonishment. He sounded almost terrified as his high pitched voice grunted in quick, startled passion. His slender body, which had grown as straight and flat as a board, slender boy muscles rippling all up and down it, seemed to have electric shocks going through it as it suddenly and quite dramatically jerked the boy. It scarcely moved, but the jerks that ran through his hips were so forceful and so powerful that it seemed as if his muscles were trying to make him move violently and remain intensely still at the same time. It was quite beautiful to watch, though it did look like it was a little painful. I suddenly felt his penis calling to me, urging me to look down at it and I managed to look away from Ian's jerking body to gaze at his bald erection. I was awestruck by the beauty of his penis all over again for it was truly exquisite in the excited pleasure of its orgasm. It was flexing in my small fist as if every fiber of its muscle were jerking as tremendously as Ian's body was. Astonishingly, their excited efforts weren't in vain and I actually moaned in adoration for his penis as it powerfully ejaculated thin little droplets of childish sperm. The thin, almost clear juice squirt out from the tiny slit of his penis head and was launched out into the air with such strength that it landed several feet away from the boy's jerking body. Even though he was still deep in orgasm and his thighs and belly were still rippled with violently shuddering muscles, I could feel the little boy's slender legs starting to buckle weakly. I held tighter to his shoulders and helped support him, still rubbing his penis in my fist, still feeling it emptying his testicles of their precious juice, little muscles still flexing all along his thick penis shaft. Kovz, it was a beautiful orgasm and I felt so happy for the boy, for his penis, and for me to be so close to it, to feel it in his young, naked body. Finally, Ian's muscles stopped fighting each other and he fell back against the pillow. I could feel what remained of his thin sperm trickling over my fingers as his young penis floated down into the warm pleasure of post-orgasm and lost the strength to squirt it out as it had been doing. Considering how young the boy was and how thin his semen was, it was rather astonishing that he had squirt out so much. It wasn't a lot, mind you, not like some of the older boys could ejaculate, but it was a lot for an eleven year old boy to squirt out only a few droplets at a time. I wished that I had known that his penis was mature enough to have sperm so that I would have known to suck on it. As it was, I had to settle for the final, thin trails that trickled over my fingers. These I licked off happily, filled with the sweet taste of his prepubescent seed. Ian felt totally exhausted against my arm, but he was grinning from ear to ear, happier than any boy I had ever seen before. His penis was still sticking out between his legs, but his erection had weakened enough that his penis head lost its shine and grew more brown again. As I licked his sperm from my fingers, I watched his thick young cock slowly begin to soften. Without effort, I could sense the warm, satisfied contentment in his penis, as if it had fought a great battle and emerged victorious. Greatly embarrassed, I remembered the horny boys watching us and nervously forced myself to lower my fingers from my mouth. I looked at Ian and the happy boy grinned at me delightedly. He looked like he was in love with me for a moment, but it mostly looked like he was just so happy himself. He tried to stand up and take a step, but his baby soft, hairless legs were too spent to let him. They buckled and the naked boy tumbled to the soft, springy floor with me awkwardly trying to catch him. As I crouched down beside him and took hold of his thin shoulders, I suddenly realized that there was an argument going on outside our my glass enclosure. I looked up and heard Robby, Roger and some of the other boys arguing about whose fault it was. I didn't understand. As my eyes looked around their room, I could see that most of the boys had reclaimed their clothing and that almost all of them showed signs of what they'd been doing while I was so engrossed by Ian and his penis: wet spots in their shorts and/or streaks of sperm across their bare chests and bellies. "It doesn't count anymore," Roger was insisting to one of the older boys. "Oh, right," the boy shook his head. "You're going to tell a Guardian that the laws don't count anymore. Right." "He doesn't remember them anymore," Roger countered. "Yeah, but the other ones do." "You have to find us a new Kitten," Robby finally said, looking cute as his young finger pointed at Roger. Robby was always adorable when he tried to sound tough. Nonetheless, he turned from the room followed by the older boys and Roger stood there looking glum. I didn't understand or care what they were talking about. I just wanted to make sure Ian was okay and share his beauty with him. My penis was still very much erect and I wondered if there was some way for me to get the innocent slave boy to play with me. I doubted it: he was too stupid to masturbate himself, how would he know to do it to me? Nonetheless, I rolled the naked boy over and held him in my arms. He grinned up at me, his face filled with innocent happiness, and I held his thin shoulders and let his slender back rest in my lap. He was so adorable and I felt my hands lovingly start to stroke his baby soft chest and body. His penis was limp now and lay back on his smooth, hairless belly, rolling gently when the boy moved. It seemed like a normal penis now, but I could still sense its presence. Almost as if it was just relaxing for now or was off doing other things and leaving its innocent servant alone. Ian just laid there in happy, ignorant bliss. He seemed to like having me caress his naked body and I liked doing it so I held him and petted him and loved him. He was so like a kitten or a small puppy, but he didn't seem as energetic. Instead, he just seemed to want to curl up and be petted. It was very nice and I loved him in a way very different from the other boys. I held his shoulders and my hand rubbed up and down on his chest and belly. The little boy seemed to like that. I heard the door to the room being unlocked behind me and my hand slipped from Ian's bare chest. The naked boy didn't move, however, just lay there smiling up at me as if waiting patiently for me to pet him some more. The door opened and Roger crawled through the opening. "Here," he said, tossing me my shorts and T-shirt. I crawled out from under Ian, embarrassed by my throbbing boyhood, and started to get dressed. The naked boy with me just lay there smiling, which seemed an odd thing to do. Nonetheless, he looked so adorable with his bald penis laying happy and innocent between his legs, still without a care in the world. "That wasn't very nice, Roger," I said angrily when I had pulled my tight shorts over my penis again. Roger shrugged. "What are you complaining about? You're the one who gets to keep our Kitten. " This confused me and I thought about it as I wiggled my skinny arms into my T-shirt. "What do you mean 'keep him'?" I asked, pulling the hem of the shirt down my belly. "Just that," Roger sighed. "If a Kitten squirts his first sperm for a boy, it means he loves him. That means you get to keep him." "Huh?" I said, altogether confused. "Just take him, Kely. Trust me, it's better that way. Otherwise he'll start crying all the time." "Why?" I asked, in my typical, twelve year old way. "Because he'll miss you if you don't take care of him," Roger sighed again, looking a little bit annoyed by my ignorance. I paused for a moment. "You mean take him back to the palace with me?" "Yeah. Gees, what are you? Stupid or something?" I started to reach for Ian, but then paused again. "I don't know how to take care of a Kitten," I said. "Kely, it's no big deal. Just feed him and make him take a bath from time to time. You can do that can't you?" I shrugged. "I guess so. What about..." "Look, just take him. If you have any problems, just ask Calvin. Okay?" "Okay," I said uncertainly. I wished Roger wasn't so angry with me. My penis was still throbbing and I wanted him to play with it, but he was no more interested in little boys now than he was before. "I got some things I've got to do," he said, starting towards the door. "I'll see you later." "Bye," I said, my eyes looking after him for a long time. He was so cute. I wished I was older so he would like me as much as I liked him. Instead, I sighed and turned back to Ian. The adorable, naked boy was still laying on the floor smiling at me without a care in the world. He was so cute and looked so happy that I couldn't be unhappy about Roger for very long. "Come on," I smiled at him. "I guess we can go home." I started toward the door, but the boy just laid there looking at me. "Come on, Ian," I said, motioning for him to follow me. Still no response. He lifted his arms and reached out to me, the smooth, bare skin of his underarms paling against his tanned chest and legs. "What?" I grinned at him, delighted by his beauty and innocence, some part of me hoping he wanted to suck on my penis or something. I walked over to him and the naked boy sat up, his hands taking hold of my wrists and pulling me down onto the floor. I sat down cross legged, confused but hopeful, and watched the adorable, naked boy turn and sit his little butt down on my lap. Instantly his baby soft body curled up against my chest, his blond hair gently rubbing across my cheek. It was the most natural thing in the world to take hold of him and I found myself instinctively petting him, my hands rhythmically rubbing across his chest and down his sides. He rested his head on my shoulder, smiling with happy warmth and contentment. I sat there feeling his body for a long while thinking how odd this was. He was the same size as me and yet he was sitting on my lap like a little puppy. Still, it was nice to pet him and my hands rubbed his smooth, boyish skin adoringly. After a while of this, I remembered that the boy had a very nice penis and I nervously let my fingers work their way down to it. They could feel the baby soft, hairless skin surrounding it and then gently reached out and took hold of it. The boy didn't have an erection and he didn't flinch or anything as I took hold of him, but he giggled against my neck and snuggled in closer and happier. His hairless penis felt so big in my young hand but very nice as well and I enjoyed holding it and caressing it. No more so than Ian did, of course. He never actually purred, but his breathing became very smooth and regular, almost as if he were going to fall asleep in my arms. His own slender arms wrapped lovingly around my thin shoulders and he held loosely to me and allowed me to fondle him without the slightest embarrassment or discomfort. It was really quite pleasant. His limp penis felt nice and smooth and the hairless skin of his scrotum and belly were very nice to touch. After several minutes of just feeling the boy's hairless penis and petting his smooth, bare chest, I realized that he was indeed failing asleep. I gave him a shake and he woke up with a brief look of confusion and uncertainty. When he saw that he was safely in my arms and that I was still holding his penis, he started to snuggle back in against me, but I didn't let him. "Come on," I grinned, delighted by the adorable boy. "Let's go home." He looked totally confused and a little worried as I made him crawl off my lap, but smiled boyishly again when I stood up and pulled his hand up after me. He stood up with a happy grin and watched me intently as if eager to do whatever I wanted him to do. I laughed into his adorable face for a moment then couldn't help but tousle his silky blond hair the way the older boys always did to mine. Ian was so sweet. I held his hand and his hairless young penis dangled on his pretty testicles as I led him out of the room and back into the hall. I looked around for something for the naked boy to wear, but found nothing and didn't see a single soul as I led him to the front door of the mansion. He walked beside me with his big hand in mine, as happy and carefree as any boy could be. Never once did he give the slightest sign of fear or embarrassment as I led him out into the warm sunshine, his hairless penis and body as naked as a newborn. The skin between his legs was so pale that I was certain the boy didn't spend much time outdoors naked, but he gave no sign that it mattered to him in the slightest so I didn't let it worry me either. A lot of boys were naked on Potus Island all the time. Apart from his extreme beauty, Ian would hardly be noticed. I took him to the taxi stand and we boarded the next carriage headed toward the palace. Three boys from Red House shared the ride and they were all abuzz about the beautiful, naked boy snuggling up against me and letting me, even urging me, to fondle the hairless penis between his legs. This embarrassed me to no end, but Ian enjoyed it and so did I so I just swallowed my embarrassment and let him fall asleep curled up against me, my fingers gently petting his hairless boyhood. If any boy petted my penis the way I did Ian's I would have had an instant erection. Ian didn't get one however. It seemed as if he didn't care if he got one or not. He liked having his penis felt, that was obvious, but he didn't seem to care about sex per se. It was an odd thing, but the dispassionate pleasure he got from being petted, even having his penis petted, was intensely endearing to me. By the time we'd reached the palace, I adored him so much that I hardly knew how to deal with it. My own penis had scarcely lost any of its desires, but I didn't seem to care if it was freed of those desires by this boy or another one. I just enjoyed being with Ian, of holding him, of comforting him, of having him adore me. It was all quite different from any other boy I'd been with. THAT was the key: Ian adored me. He didn't want sex with me, he didn't want me to be something, he didn't even care what I looked like. He just adored me. As we rode in that carriage, his baby soft, naked body curled up against mine, my hand gently caressing his hairless young penis, I knew that he wanted nothing more from me than to have me love him; I knew also that, despite the erection in my shorts, all I wanted from him was to be allowed to hold him, to comfort him, to protect him, to make him happy. By the time we'd reached the palace, I loved him so much that I wished all the world would go away and let he and I just love each other. We left the boys of Red on the carriage and walked through the garden toward the palace. Never had I imagined that Ian could have such energy. With a huge, delighted smile on his face, the boy ran out ahead of me, off to the right, off to the left, off somewhere... I knew not where. His slender, naked body darted in and out amongst the hedges and statues and fountains, his blond head turning and looking so quickly it seemed as if he wanted to see everything at the same time. Every time he disappeared from my sight, I feared that he had run away and that some other boy would take him home with them, but every time my fear started to get very pronounced, Ian would reappear, beautiful and delighted, skipping or jogging, thick, hairless boyhood dangling and bouncing, back to me. He looked so happy, so thoroughly happy, that I never for a moment thought to stop him. This went on for only a short while, however. Soon, the childish fascination of my little friend had infected me and I was doing like he was doing: rushing about, hiding, spying, exploring. At one point in this game, Ian had come to the place that I should have been and not found me. He stood there in all his naked excellence and I stood watching him from behind a hedge. I had thought that it would introduce a fun game of hide and seek, but the eleven year old boy ended up standing there in stark terror, the most emotion I had ever seen from him. His blond head darted left and right and his adorable face looked ready to scream in fear. I was so astonished to see emotions of such depth in him, that for a moment I just stood there and didn't move. I had started to think that Ian was totally independent and that he didn't need me much at all. Now, I was seeing real fear and loneliness in him. Astonishing. Fearing that he would start to scream or make some other frightful scene, I stepped out from the hedge and called his name. Instantly his head turned to me, filled with all the fear and terror I had been watching. As soon as his eyes landed on me, however, his adorable face lit up. The fear and terror disappeared so totally that it was obvious he had forgotten even the memory of it. His beautiful naked body ran over to e giggling and filled with joy, launching himself into my arms, hugging me, oblivious to the hairless penis rubbing against my shorts and thighs. He was, without doubt, a strange boy to me. There was something so incredibly beautiful about him, however, and it was something that ran far deeper than the beauty of his face and body, far deeper than the strange power his penis had evoked over him if only for awhile. I adored Ian in a way wholly different from the way I loved Kelly, or Eric, or Erin, or Bobby. I don't mean to claim that it was any greater or that it was any less, it was just different. The uniqueness of my love for him made it seem very special. The naked young boy and I did play hide and seek after that, but I was always careful not to let his seeking take too long. It was okay for him, it seemed, to disappear for long periods of time, but the boy plainly could not handle it if I did. Gradually, we made our way to the palace. When we finally stepped into the palace entry, Ian was still filled with buoyant energy and he scurried into it and was instantly fascinated by everything he saw. I adored his curiosity and his excitement and had no desire to get him to slow down in the slightest. Still, there was some part of me that wished I could do what he was doing. Ian needed me to be solid and reliable, however, so I fought down the urge. Instead, I let the naked boy do whatever his curiosity led him to do as I guided us slowly and without any ulterior motive, toward my room. Only once did we encounter someone and it was my misfortune that it ended up being Randy Amsted. Not that I didn't adore Randy as I always had, it's just that he was instantly attracted to my young friend and, as was always Randy's wont, instantly set about trying to seduce him, to include grabbing the frightened little boy's penis. I arrived just in time and felt Ian quickly curl up against me. "Oh, man," Randy sighed shaking his head, a big smile on his face. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy underpants, leaving his big penis evident and his smooth, beautiful body bare. "How do you get all the luck, Kelvin?" he asked. I swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?" I asked, my hand gently stroking the naked boy in my arms reassuringly. "How did you get a Kitten?" Randy laughed. "Kovz, you're just a little kid yourself I stood there, holding Ian's pretty body in my arms, and tried to think up an answer. It didn't matter, however: Randy saved me by shaking his head and walking passed me and my trembling little boy. That was all. No one else appeared to challenge or distract us. With Randy gone, Ian gradually disentangled himself from me and was again lost In play and excitement as he explored the palace. He had forgotten all about Randy or his uncertainty as soon as Randy was gone. It was most odd. When I got to my door, I opened it and waited for Ian to notice. It didn't take long: the boy's eyes turned to me every few seconds, verifying that I was still there. When he saw that I had opened a door to a room, he giggled and quickly darted into it, my eyes watching his slender, naked body in adoration, and the young penis bouncing between his legs with love. I followed the lovely boy into the room and closed the door. He was instantly fascinated by everything, of course, so I let him be: it was his new home, apparently, so I let him get the feel of it. As if by instinct, his naked body darted instantly to the bedroom first and I slowly followed behind him. Just as I was entering it, however, he slipped passed me and went to explore the bathroom, the kitchen, whatever a boy that age might find interest in. I was well accustomed to my apartment by this time, of course, so I just sighed and went to the bed. I laid down and interlaced my fingers behind my head, staring up at the ceiling and trying to understand what the addition of this new "pet" meant to my life. It was a strange thing for a boy my age. I had, with little doubt, one of the most beautiful boys on the entire island living with me, but he was also a boy with, at best, a limited intelligence. He was sweet, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't talk to him the way I did Kelly, or share things with him the way I did Tod. He wasn't an animal in the classic sense of the word, but he was still something other than normal. He wasn't what I'd imagined in my ideal image of a boyfriend. Nonetheless, he was pretty and he had no faults. I loved him even if I couldn't talk to him and I felt a strange happiness and contentment in my heart that he was, apparently, going to be sharing my home with me. It was all very confusing, but it was nice. After a few minutes, the naked boy popped into my doorway. At first, he looked frightened and unsure, but, when he saw me lying there, his face returned to the gentle, adorable smile I was quickly growing accustomed to. He stood there for a brief moment grinning at me, then, without any invitation spoken or considered, he casually strolled to the bed, jumped up onto it, and crawled over to lay with me. His soft, slender arm lay across my belly and the young boy pressed his naked penis against my hip, laying his head on my chest and curling up against me again, as if totally ready and willing to fall asleep beside me. He was so pretty and so sweet, that I wrapped my arm about his thin shoulders again and held him adoringly, My penis, which had begun to soften with the weight of my responsibilities for this young Kitten, flared up again as I touched his smooth, baby soft skin. I loved him so much, but I had no idea how to know what he wanted or if he, indeed, wanted anything. He was lovely enough that I felt totally willing just to caress him and feel him, and I did so with all the love that I felt for him. It felt nice just holding him against my body, but I was starting to feel very horny and I desired the feel of his smooth, warm skin against mine. Uncertainly, I sat up and peeled the T-shirt from my skinny body. When I sat up, Ian looked confused and worried, but when I lay back down again, bare chested, the boy just smiled and returned to his former position, arm laying across my belly, smooth cheek laying on my now bare chest. With a shirt or without; the boy didn't seem the slightest bit changed by the clothes I wore or didn't wear. I was changed however. Now I could feel his small, baby soft chest pressed against my bare skin and I adored that contact so much that I was changed without reservation. I still held the boy in my arms, still rubbed his back and body as he snuggled against me. It was just more pleasant than it had been before. I stroked his yellow hair and looked down at the face laying on my chest, down across the baby soft cheeks, through the long, black eyelashes. Ian was adorable. Although it was nice to pet him, I could see the little mound of my erection very clearly in my shorts and felt eager to relieve it. Gently I made the boy sit up again and crawled off the bed. I peeled the tight fabric down from my hips and let my penis feel the cool air as it stuck straight out pulsing as excitedly as ever. When I turned around, Ian was standing in the doorway, turned back and looking at me expectantly, as if he thought we were going someplace. "No, we're not going anywhere," I said, blushing with my naked little penis. I crawled back over on the bed, but the young boy just stood there in confusion, blond head tilted to the side, pretty blue eyes looking at my face as if my hairless erection meant nothing to him. I sat down on my legs and looked down at it throbbing,,, the little head shining in pretty purple passion. Ian was still just standing there when I looked up. Kovz, he was a lovely boy. Turned as he was, I could see his round, baby soft, white bottom and the dark tan lines on his lower back and upper thighs. Although I wasn't the type of boy who frequently liked to stick my penis in another boy's butt, it seemed like a wonderful thing to do and I wondered if Ian would let me. "Come here, boy," I heard my childish voice saying as if calling to a puppy. "Come on." Ian's adorable face suddenly broke into a grin and his body, in all its magnificent beauty, half-skipped to the bed, thick young penis bouncing up and down against his hairless belly. He jumped up on the bed and crawled over to me, instantly lowering his baby soft shoulder and pressing it against my skinny, bare chest. I held him happily and gently rubbed down his back. His blond hair rubbed against my shoulder and chest and I panted softly with pleasure. I realized that my stiff erection was pointing straight up at the boy's face. If only he lowered his head a little bit... "Suck on it, Ian," I panted excitedly, gently pressing down on the boy's back and feeling his hair rubbing lower on my chest. The boy seemed totally confused, but he didn't struggle in the slightest. I let out a cry of delight as the shiny head of my penis felt the boy's smooth face rub against it. His cheek was delightful, but the boy didn't seem to understand what I wanted him to do. "Suck it, Ian," I begged him, trying to maneuver his mouth to my boy cock. When all I succeeded in doing was rubbing my penis against his face, I gently lifted his shoulders and the adorable boy looked at me in confusion. "You're a good boy," I assured him, petting his baby soft chest. "Here." I managed to get the boy to move into a better position and I gently reached out my finger and pressed it against his lips. "Suck," I said. "Suck." I pressed my finger between his lips and felt the warm slime of his mouth and tongue covering it. It felt so nice and I was even more eager to feel my penis in there. "Okay?" I said. "Understand?" The boy was smiling and he seemed to like sucking on my finger, but I had better things in mind. "Now do it to my penis," I said, taking hold of the round balls of his shoulders and guiding his face back down between my legs. As he neared it, I took hold of his head and carefully guided his mouth to my tense erection. I cried delightedly as I felt my penis head touch his lips and gently pressed his head downward. "Oohhhhhh!" I moaned happily as I felt it slipping into his warm, slimy mouth. The boy giggled a little as I guided his blond head lower, felt his slimy mouth swallowing all of my penis until his warm lips were pressed against the soft, hairless skin between my legs. "Good boy," I moaned, holding his head in place with one hand and stroking his baby soft back with the other. Instinctively, the young boy started to suck on my erection and I moaned adoring the wonderful pleasure between my legs. My legs were starting to ache beneath my body and I knew I had to move them soon. I worried about letting the boy's mouth leave my penis, but, having little choice, I awkwardly pulled my legs out. His adorable face instantly slipped from my body and he sat there smiling and watching as I laid down on the bed. "Good boy," I smiled at him, glancing excitedly at the glistening coat of his saliva on my hairless little penis. As soon as I was comfortable, I took hold of the boy's shoulders and tried to guide him back between my legs. The naked boy tried to snuggle up against me again, but I stopped him. "No, Ian," I panted. He didn't seem to mind in the least as I guided his mouth back between my legs and he was smiling down at it throbbing and glowing red with excitement. Just as his face reached it, the wonderful boy opened his lips and swallowed my three inch boyhood happily. "Good boy," I moaned, petting his bare shoulders and staring at the slimy lips pressing against my hairless pubic mound, my cock invisible inside his mouth. I could feel his tongue rubbing against my sensitive penis head and I moaned my pleasure very loudly, continuing to encourage him with promises that he was a good boy. When the slime and warmth of his boyish mouth had brought me to the wondrous brink of my orgasm, I cried out, my skinny, naked body stiffening with frantic, delighted boy muscles. "Yes, Ian!" I cried, "You're such a good boy!" Instantly my hips started to buck with gentle, persistent jerks, my stiff little erection flexing in childish efforts to ejaculate. I wished again that I had sperm so I could let the little boy taste it, but I would have to wait and share that pleasure when I was an older boy. I continued petting the boy's baby soft back and silky blond hair as I felt the tension of orgasm slip from my young muscles. The nice thing about being a prepubescent boy and not having sperm is that my erection didn't soften like older boys' penises did, and Ian, who seemed to like sucking on it a lot, just sat there sucking away on it, his pretty lips smiling against my hairless body, my penis sticking up into his mouth. Although it wasn't the same as orgasm, it was a very pleasant feeling and the boy's mouth felt so warm and slimy that I didn't rush him at all. I would have been quite intent to lay there and let him suck my boyhood all day. I suddenly felt like someone else had entered the room and I looked around in embarrassment. No one was there, however, and for a moment my attention returned to the beautiful naked boy. His body looked so soft and smooth, so perfectly beautiful. "Ian," I said softly, still petting his back. The boy's mouth slipped from my slimy penis and he grinned at me, a thin trail of saliva trickling down his chin. I smiled at him with all my adoration and reached out my arms for him. Immediately, his naked body crawled onto mine, the happy boy giggling as I marveled at the incredible softness of his firm little chest laying on mine. It was also wonderful when I felt his thick, hairless penis rub against my slimy little boyhood. His cock felt so big to me and it was very nice. It wasn't as big as a lot of boys had, but it was big for his small, slender body. It's thick, rubbery softness, and hairless smoothness were equally pleasant against my little erection. I wrapped my arms around his body and gently rubbed them up and down on his smooth shoulders. I could feel the hard ridges of his shoulder blades and the small, softer muscles of his young back. The boy was beautiful. Ian laid his head down on my shoulder, smiling happily, letting me caress his soft skin. After a few minutes, the naked young boy crawled off me and laid beside me, arm draped across my skinny little chest, big, rubbery penis pressed against my hip. As my fingers gently stroked his hair, I gazed at his penis, looking so smooth and pale against my leg. He seemed to be going to sleep, his smooth cheek laying on my chest, and I just sat there and let him. Knowing how much he liked having his penis fondled, I reached down and held it, my fingers feeling around all the hairless skin surrounding it and the thick skin that protected his testicles. It felt great against my fingers and Ian sighed happily, as if in perfect bliss. Again I had the strange feeling that someone was watching us, but again there was no one in the room so I just lay there fondling my little Kitten and enjoying his happy napping. He was such a strange boy, so different from anyone else I'd known. I knew that he was going to be a great responsibility and wondered if he was always going to be afraid to be away from me. That could have a real effect on my love life with other boys. I supposed that it didn't matter too much: he was such a wonderful boy and so adorable that I could do far worse. I smiled down at his blond hair, felt my fingers stroking lightly in the warm, hairless crevice between his testicles and thigh, gently touched the smooth, hairless skin at the base of his thick penis shaft. I adored him so much. I heard someone knocking on the door to my apartment at the same instant that I realized that Ian's penis was back. The young, hairless cock began stiffening against my fingers and I could feel it as if it were someone stretching out, yawning, coming back to life. I smiled down at the young boyhood and nervously prayed that whoever was knocking on the door would go away. There was little chance of that, however, I had forgotten to lock the door and, in the palace, an unlocked door was as much an invitation as an open door. I held to my little boy's shoulders, and forced my loving fingers away from his young, stiffening boyhood as the front door flew open and the excited giggles of a half dozen boys filled the suite. The boys were so eager to see my Kitten that they were at the bedroom door in no time, politely falling silent when they saw me with my finger against my lips. They looked cute, all six of them dressed in matching, baby blue slacks and dark blue blazers. They were all very cute. Ian wiggled uncomfortably in his sleep and pressed his big erection against my leg, his soft, naked body snuggling closer to me. I lovingly stroked his back, and the young boy didn't wake up. His penis, however, was very much awake and I could feel it throbbing against my body, urging me to give it affection. I wasn't likely to be that cooperative with the six young boys standing there gazing in at us from the bedroom door. Prince Randy had brought Princes Craig, Kelly and Guy with him as well as Guardian Terry and an adorable young boy I didn't know. They had all entered with big grins on their faces, but the grins slowly slipped into adoring smiles and they stepped very quietly into the room. I was pretty embarrassed, my little penis still naked and slimy and Ian's erection pulsing excitedly against me, but I was so proud of the young Kitten curled up against me and it was obvious that all of the boys, including the stranger, were jealous of me. I liked showing him off and, as far as my embarrassment goes, I had slept with four of the six boys on more than one occasion; Guy and the stranger were the only ones who hadn't intimately known my naked penis. "He's beautiful, Kely," Terry smiled, his smooth cheeks blushing. He sat down on the bed beside Ian and his big hand gently started petting the boy's smooth, bare thigh. I was afraid that he would wake my pet, but Ian just smiled and snuggled closer to me. The other boys crowded closer too, except for Guy who stood back toward the door, not smiling, his young, innocent face gazing at our hairless, naked bodies on the bed. He looked pretty infatuated. Terry seemed to understand Kittens pretty well because he smiled as he let his hand slip over Ian's thigh to gently hold his throbbing penis. He was still blushing, but he was smiling as he saw the happy smile on the boy's face growing bigger in his sleep, felt him innocently rolling to the side so his penis could be fondled more easily. I looked at Kelly, worried that my dearest lover would be angry with me, but he was grinning ear to ear, a grin that didn't falter as he looked at me. Perhaps he just knew that I would be more than willing to share the Kitten with him, but it felt to me like he was just happy for me. "Okay, boys," Calvin said to the adoring pubescents surrounding the bed, the boys parting as he entered the room and came over to us. He was smiling with the same knowing smile he always had when he saw little boys naked together. He looked at me, grinned and shook his head. "Kely, you're having a hell of a time this go around, aren't you?" I didn't know what he was talking about and felt my face flush in embarrassment. I could feel the naked, little boy in my arms waking up. He lifted his soft blond hair and smooth cheek from my small chest and looked around, momentarily confused by the boys surrounding us. When he looked at me, however, he smiled, then his head turned down to see who was fondling his erection. An adorable smile filled his face and the sweet young boy smiled up at Terry happily. Although he seemed to like what Terry was doing, he just turned back to me, wrapped his skinny arm around my body again and seemed all ready to curl up and go back to sleep. "How sweet," Terry smiled, his big hand still holding Ian's thick, hairless erection while the other reached out and rubbed down the boy's ribs. Calvin smiled down at us with... not adoration so much as happiness. "Sorry, Kely: but, it's Kalki Night. We've got about ten minutes to get down to the state dinner." In my pleasure at finding my little Kitten, I had forgotten all about the evening's celebrations. I had my celebration already, curling up and snoozing against my bare chest. "But..." I said, blushing brightly as I nodded down at Ian's erection. Calvin grinned. "Don't worry about it, Kely. It'll like it more if you wait awhile. Besides, Kittens are always ready. Come on." I sat up which reawakened Ian. The naked boy sat there uncertainly as I sat up on the edge of the bed. I knew the other boys were watching me, but I knew they were watching with affection, if not interest, so I didn't worry too much about it. "He doesn't have anything to wear." "Come on, Kely," Terry sighed, smiling and blushing. "You're not going to make a Kitten wear clothes are you? They hate that." "But it's a state dinner..." I said, knowing that the rules were very clear: everybody wore suits. Calvin shook his head and smiled. "If you want him to wear clothes, Kely, he can wear yours. You guys are about the same size." "In some places," Randy said, making the other boys giggle and me blush, embarrassed again by my hairless little penis, looking even smaller compared to Ian's big, four inch erection. "But," Calvin continued, politely ignoring the little pubescent boy's teasing, "Kittens don't have to follow the rules. He can do whatever you let him. Now!" he said, turning to the other boys. "You guys get out of here. You can see the Kitten later." "Come on, Calvin, please," Craig said in mock agony, the adorable boy blushing and eager to stay and play with Ian and 1. "Out!" Calvin ordered, though his face belied any anger he might try to feign. "I'm a prince," Craig said, joining the other boys in being herded out of the bedroom. "Yes, with a bald penis," Calvin teased the little pubescent. Soon, all the boys were out of the room and Calvin politely closed the door behind them leaving me alone with my pet boy. Ian lay on the bed with his head lifted. He looked confused, but when I turned to look at him, he smiled. His adorable, naked body sat up and he crawled over to me, obviously ready to curl up on my lap and get petted some more. The penis between his legs, however, was sticking out straight and frantic and I could feel its less innocent desires. I let the naked boy crawl beneath my arm but didn't let him crawl on my lap. Instead, he had to sit down beside me, my arm wrapped lovingly around his thin shoulders. I thought about everything I'd heard and wasn't sure what I should do. Parading a boy like Ian around naked seemed a little like bragging to me and it didn't seem like the right thing to do, but Terry had said that kittens didn't like being, dressed. I don't know if I was trying to be nice to Ian or if I just wanted to show him off and let the other boys be jealous. At any rate, I decided to let him be naked. He seemed to like it even if his hairless penis was erect and throbbing, advertising his desires to everyone. The adorable cherub sat watching in bewilderment as I left him to get dressed. He didn't stand up, but his long blond hair was tossed from side to side as his head turned to follow me wherever I went. There was a large part of me that just wanted to take him in my arms and let him feel the pleasure between his legs again, but I was also eager to take him in front of all the noble boys of Kovzland. Soon, I was dressed in the same slacks and blazer that the other boys had been wearing, with a crisp white shirt beneath and a black bow tie. It was a clip on and I thought it looked dorkey, but it was the same thing that everyone else wore. "Come on, Ian," I smiled at him as I went to the bedroom door. The boy hadn't moved by the time I reached it and still sat on the bed naked, his small, thick penis frantically excited, his adorable, innocent face looking up at me with uncertainty and fear. "Come on, boy," I urged him again, slapping my thigh through my slacks. Instantly the boy's face lit up and he scurried across the room to follow me out through the living room and into the hallway. He stood very close to me as we braved into the unknown corridors of the palace, but, as we walked farther and farther toward the state dining room, the boy started to move farther and farther away from me. This made me nervous, just as it had in the garden, but, like in the garden, Ian always remained in eye shot or, when he didn't, he frequently returned to make sure I was still with him. The beauty of his naked body and his attachment for me made me blush, but they made me feel very good inside, too. When I reached the entry to the state dining room, Ian was far behind exploring all the statues and paintings of the ball room. He seemed oblivious to me when I turned to find him, his curiosity guiding him around a statue of a naked boy on a pedestal. The statue was beautiful (it was Calvin at age thirteen) but Ian seemed more Curious about the floor surrounding the pedestal. I wondered, oddly, if the boy was going to urinate around it or something, to leave his scent, though I had no idea why any boy would do that. It wasn't likely anyway: the boy had an erection as stiff and throbbing as it had been before. It gave no sign of letting up. Still, Ian just kept exploring around like a curious little puppy, oblivious to the straight, hairless young penis between his legs. "Ian," I called, the boy's adorable face instantly turning to me filled with delight to have his name called. "Come here, boy." He looked happy as he ran across the large room to me, his penis so hard that it scarcely moved save for moving from side to side with the long strides of his smooth legs. He stopped in front of me, looking into my face with his eyes wide, smiling, eager to do whatever I wanted him to do. I smiled at how sweet he was and put my arm around his bare shoulder, the boy instantly relaxing in my arms. "You're such a good boy," I assured him, then pushed the door to the dining room open and walked in. We were the last to arrive apart from the Royal Family and four dozen other boys sat giggling and chatting around the long, formal table. The room didn't fall silent when I brought my naked Kitten in, but more than one boy pointed him out to the others and they all giggled and whispered to each other. I blushed in embarrassment and half-wished I'd dressed the pretty child. Still, Matthew Bush, president of Baby Blue, was grinning at Ian and I and motioning for us to take the chair next to him. There was another chair next to that one so my kitten and I could sit together and Sandy Ricks was sitting next to it: a good, safe place for Ian to sit. Ian's adorable face was positively aglow with excitement, his blond head darting from place to place as if eager to see everything at once. He slipped from me and stood with delight as I left him and went to sit beside Matthew. The little boy beside me didn't say anything to me in greeting: he was too busy giggling and blushing at my naked boy to bother. Matthew was a prepubescent boy and wasn't a terribly horny one. He liked boy's playing with his penis, but, if they didn't, it didn't make him sexually frustrated or anything. He was giggling because Ian looked so silly in his boyish exuberance, the stiff, hairless erection between his smooth thighs belying his otherwise innocent appearance, "May the Royal Family enter now, Guardian?" Garrick asked me, the blush and smile on his face showing that he wasn't really upset with me. "Ian! " I hissed at the boy, embarrassed when all the boys laughed at me. He was still just sanding there looking at everybody and everything, hardly appropriate behavior for the Royal Family's grand entrance. He didn't even seem to have heard me call his name. "It's okay, Kely," Guardian Rick grinned. "You can let him be." "Boys of Kovzland," Garrick said, standing and smiling at my embarrassment and the naked little boy's delight. The rest of us obediently stood up, which seemed to be enough to snap Ian out of his reverie. He apparently caught sight of something over by the window because he innocently skipped over to it, stiff penis looking as hard as rock. "The Royal Family. The Prince of White... His Royal Highness, Prince Kelly..." Kelly entered with a gold tiara around his blond hair, looking solemn at first, but grinning when he saw the naked boy looking out the window. The little prince walked to his small throne, his eyes leaving Ian just long enough to grin and blush at me through his teeth. Ian, apparently getting bored with whatever he'd seen in the garden, started exploring around the room as the rest of the introductions were made. I stood there in obedient embarrassment, wishing the pretty boy wasn't so obvious to the entering princes. None of them seemed to mind; in fact they all seemed to enjoy Ian's boyish disrespect a great deal, more than just them giggling a little bit at his beauty and innocence. By the time King Erin had made his entrance, the only boy in the room who wasn't struggling to keep from giggling was me. I 'just stood there nervously and hoped Ian wouldn't do anything too embarrassing. For his part, Ian just continued exploring, looking at the smirking and giggling boys from time to time with absolute delight, oblivious to any thought they were laughing at his irreverent behavior or his stiff boyhood. "Boys: The Royal Family," Garrick concluded the introductions, barely able to contain his own giggles beneath his blushes. There was some staggered applause, but most of the boys were just happy to release their giggles as Erin sat down. "I see we have a new member of the Royal Court," Erin grinned at me, the warmth in his eyes showing that he wasn't at all offended. I just blushed and looked over at Ian. "Ian!" I said, my childish voice doing its best to sound angry. The boy looked up at me, but he didn't look like he was at all worried. "Come here, boy," I said. He stood there a moment, then glanced around happily at all the boys giggling at him. "Come on!" I repeated, more emphatically. "Ian," Calvin called to the boy. Instantly, Ian's blue eyes darted over to Cal. "Come here, boy," he called, smacking his lips like he was kissing someone and whistling to the naked boy. Ian's pretty face broke into a big grin and he quickly straightened up and ran around the table to the young man. "That's a good boy," Calvin smiled, taking the boy beneath his armpits and lifting him into his lap. "Good boy," he said, smiling at the delighted kitten as his big hands caressed the boy's bare chest and belly until Ian giggled happily and curled up in his arms. "Yeah, he's a good boy," Calvin repeated to the boy, petting Ian's blond hair and letting one of his hands slide down to grasp the boy's erection. I swallowed in embarrassment and jealousy as Cal's big hand pulled on the young penis and filled Ian with thrilled giggles. All the boys were laughing at Ian's excited staring at his penis in the man's hand and I felt very ashamed for him. "Ian!" I said, drawing the happy boy's glance. "Come here!" Ian's pretty blue eyes looked at me for a moment, then he giggled and looked back down at his penis. "It's okay, Kely," Calvin smiled. "I'll feed him." I'm sure that Calvin was just trying to give me some freedom from the boy's incessant need for attention, and had no idea how jealous I was and how fearful I was that Ian was going to like him more than me. At the time, however, all I could think was that I was going to lose my kitten to the cute, muscular young man. Nonetheless, I was just a boy and I was hardly going to oppose the older boy. So, I sat silently through dinner and ate my meal, my eyes taking every chance they could to lift from my plate to see what Calvin was doing to my kitten. I didn't even talk much to Matthew, a boy I had come to love a great deal over the previous few months. Not that Calvin did anything bad. He ate his meal and let Ian eat with his hands; I probably would have tried to force the boy to use a fork or spoon, particularly when there was food like mashed potatoes and ice cream, both of which, along with everything else, Ian lifted with his hands and licked from his fingers. He was fairly good at this and didn't get any of the food that fell from his hands on his bare chest; still, it did fall to the floor, something that didn't trouble Ian in the least, but embarrassed me. I thought Calvin should be more considerate of Ian's table manners, but he didn't care any more than Ian did. I could hardly say anything: Ian looked so happy shoving the food into his mouth and giggling with Calvin that it would have made me look very childish. So, I sat and finished my dinner without really talking to anyone. Mostly I stared at my plate, but I also glanced at the beautiful, happy, naked boy in Calvin's strong arms. When dinner and desert were finished, the servers brought a hot towel to Calvin and the young man grinned as he cleaned Ian's hands and around his boyish mouth, the same mouth that had only recently sucked on my boyhood. I hardly paid attention as the Royal Family made their exits. I was so jealous I could hardly speak to anyone. There was to be a party in an hour, long enough for all the boys to get changed, and the rest of the Guardians decided to go to one of the sitting rooms to talk for awhile. I watched Calvin casually lift my kitten in his arms and followed he and the other boys as they went to the door to the Guardian's parlor. He was smiling, at the naked little boy in his arms, making silly sounds with his lips, kissing and tickling, Ian's naked body, the adorable boy giggling fantastically, soft body squirming madly in the older boy's strong arms. I followed along sadly, only partly mollified when Garrick came up beside me and walked with me, his arm around my thin shoulders. He didn't say anything, but I had the strong feeling that he knew how I felt. All the Guardians took seats in the comfortable, plush sofas and armchairs in the parlor. I took one that was a little farther removed near the window, still within easy eye sight of Calvin and Ian. Calvin carried the delighted boy, hairless penis still stiff between his squirming legs, to one of the sofas and sat down with Ian on his lap. Distantly, I knew the older Guardians were talking about the kingdom and such inane, political things. All I did was watch Calvin playing with my boy. As he started to get more into the conversation, (he was our leader after all) his big hands started to gently rub down the little boy's chest and stomach, soon causing Ian to stop wiggling and squirming around so much. I could see the boy starting to relax, could see the happy, contented smile on his face. He was still laying across Calvin's lap, his slender shoulders supported by one of the older boy's strong arms, his pretty erection throbbing openly between his smooth thighs. I watched as his adorable eyes closed happily and knew my little Kitten was going to fall asleep in Calvin's arms. He looked so sweet as the pleasant peace of sleep eased his baby soft body and I watched his in adoration. My jealousy grew even greater, however, when Calvin's big hand casually moved between the boy's legs and took hold of his erection. A bigger smile came to Ian's face, but his eyes remained closed, as if all the contact did was fill his innocent mind with pleasant dreams. It was so strange to see Calvin holding Ian's penis, mostly because the older boy just kept on talking as if nothing at all were happening. He didn't even look down into the boy's adorable face, just sat there holding his naked body and absently massaging his hard cock. If it weren't for the happy smile and rosy flush to the boy's cheeks, as well as the way his small chest rose and fell as he breathed, I might have thought Ian was dead because he just laid sprawled out across the older boy's lap, his legs spread apart so the hairless beauty of his penis was there for all to see. "Well, if they're going to do it," Calvin continued talking, "they should get Jonathan involved right away." I wasn't really listening. All my attention was focused on Ian's erection, my own penis throbbing in affinity, watching the older boy rhythmically squeezing and unsqueezing the little boy's hairless cock. Soon, I could see his forearm ripple as he began pulling on Ian's boyhood every time he squeezed, slowly and tenderly masturbating him. All the while, however, the tone of his voice and the look on his face betrayed no sign that he even knew he was doing it. He was very into the discussion and masturbating the boy seemed an almost casual afterthought, like petting a puppy might be when guests were over at the house. The other Guardians paid little more attention to Ian's naked body than Calvin did, though they did smile absently at him whenever a soft, hi pitched cry sounded from his sweet face. I found it all to be intensely exciting and my little boyhood throbbed delightedly in my slacks, begging me to rub it, but I didn't. I was so jealous and I wasn't sure which of the boys I was most jealous of Probably Calvin: how deeply I wished I was the one who got to masturbate Ian. True, I'd already done it to him once, but it had been a lot of fun and I would love to have done it again. The way his hairless testicles looked, moving up and down in the smooth skin that covered his thick scrotum was enchanting and I wanted to hold that round ball between his legs and feel its rhythmic movement. Several minutes passed like this before Ian's little boy cries started to sound more intense. He was still smiling, but his lips parted and his chest was rising and failing with deeper breaths. I could even see the gentle ripples along his belly begin to tighten and the intense hardness of his small penis head. The slit was all ready to squirt his thin boy juice out and his adorable face looked so happy. He let out a louder cry of startled pleasure and Calvin finally smiled at his excitement. "What a sweet kitten," he said, his arm lifting the naked boy until Ian's arm wrapped around his neck. He held the boy there and kept rubbing and squeezing his hard penis as all the guardians smiled at them. "You're a very lucky boy, Kely," he said, his smile slipping when he saw how unhappy I looked. "Is something wrong?" He kept rubbing my boy's penis all the while and I could see Ian's young body getting stiffer with pleasure, I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, looking away just long enough to get their attention off me, then back at Ian curled on Calvin's lap, slender rib cage poking from his smooth, hairless body. "It's silly to make it a big ceremony, though," Rick said, causing all the boys, Calvin included, to return to their conversation, again ignoring the excited boy on Cal's lap. I just sat there, leaning forward on my chair and watching Calvin's big hand pulling the loose skin along Ian's erection up against his small penis head. The little boy was whimpering pathetically, his sleeping face buried against Calvin's neck, skinny arm holding tightly to the older boy. I knew his penis wasn't going to wait too much longer for orgasm. For a brief moment, I thought about warning Calvin that the boy would ejaculate on his blazer. The thought made me smile a little, however, and I thought it a mild form of revenge. In the background of my attention, I still heard the guardians having their little conversation. The vast majority, however, sat there watching the adorable little boy, his slender young body tightening a little more, preparing to launch him into his childish orgasm. I was still smiling delightedly, eager to see his sperm squirting on Calvin and see how angry the older boy got at him. With a boy that young and a penis that smooth and hairless, I was sure that Calvin thought the little boy was too young. Boy was he in for a surprise. Calvin was still talking as the little boy on his lap started grunting his high pitched cries and his stiff little body started to jerk stiffly against him. I was surprised that Calvin did nothing more than hold Ian's bare shoulders a little more tightly, still pulling on his penis. I felt confused when I watched that adorable young penis open up, the little slit finally getting to feel his sperm squirting passed. The thin juice squirt onto his baby soft chest mostly, but some of it made clear droplets on his smooth cheeks and more than a little of it squirt onto Calvin's clothes. Much to my disappointment, however, neither Calvin nor the other Guardians paid much attention to the eleven year old boy's orgasm. He certainly didn't get angry when the boy squirt on his blazer. Instead, he just smiled as he talked and kept pulling Ian's hairless penis. He did this until the young thing had finished ejaculating and Ian's naked body had relaxed on his lap. "Good boy," he cooed softly to the sleeping kitten, gently kissing the boy's smooth cheek and pulling his bare chest against his blazer. This was, in my mind, a waste of wonderful child-sperm and proved even more that Calvin didn't care about having sperm on his blazer in the least. Ian just sighed, his naked body relaxing into the older boy's strong arms, giving no sign that he was in the least bit awake. I watched Calvin's big hands rubbing down the boy's small shoulders and back comfortingly, quickly returning to his conversation with the other boys as he soothed the sleeping boy's released passion from his young muscles. I just watched all this in astonishment and adoration... and renewed jealousy. I had spent the past several months thinking that Calvin just didn't like little boys. He seemed to like my kitten just fine. When the little boy's naked body had again relaxed completely, Calvin absently let him lay back down across his lap and Ian did so, falling deeper into slumber. His thin sperm still glistened on his bare little chest but it was too young and innocent to show much on Calvin's blazer. I watched his hairless penis softening between his legs, Calvin absently reaching down to fondle it and to rub the child's sperm around the hairless base. Ian's adorable face lay back, smiling in absolute peacefulness, as if enjoying the tender fondling of his penis the same way he had when I'd fondled it. This mostly just reinforced my fears that I wasn't as special to the little kitten as I wanted to think I was. The guardians kept talking and Calvin was as major a speaker as any other, all the while rubbing the hairless young penis between Ian's legs, caressing the naked boy on his lap and leaving a smile of contentment on the young boy's sleeping face. "I have to go get ready for the party," I excused myself, standing up and heading toward the door when I thought I could bare no more jealousy. "Kelvin," I heard Calvin's voice behind me. I turned in embarrassment, knowing that he was going to apologize for taking my kitten away from me and feeling all the time like I just wanted to get away from the pain and embarrassment. When I turned around, however, I was astonished to see Ian sitting up naked on Calvin's lap, the adorable boy's face filled with worry and concern, as if he were afraid that he was going to be abandoned. "Forgetting someone, aren't you?" Calvin asked, with a loving smile. I was so confused by this that I stood there for a long moment, uncertain what to do or say. Didn't Ian like Calvin more than me? Didn't Calvin want to keep him? I saw the older boy's arms laying limply at his sides, not holding my little kitten in the slightest. Ian was holding to his neck, but the adorable boy's sky blue eyes were looking at me intently. "Come here, boy," I called to him, softly, so that I wouldn't be too embarrassed when he stayed where he was. Instantly, however, the naked boy jumped off Calvin's lap and ran to me, four inch penis bouncing between his legs. He came straight up to me again, looking eagerly into my eyes to see what I was going to do next. "I'm sorry, Kelvin," Calvin said, drawing, my gaze, but not Ian's. "I didn't know you were worried. He's your kitten. I didn't know your feelings would get hurt." I shrugged and looked down in embarrassment. "They're not hurt," I said awkwardly. "Kelvin, he's yours," Calvin assured me. "He's just a kitten. I just did that because his penis wanted me to." "I know," I said, and actually meant it though I wasn't aware of it at the time. Calvin had simply been trying to give Ian's penis what it desired. I knew its desires as well as the older boy did. Then I fully realized what I had thought all along: Ian and his penis were two entirely different things. Calvin, or any boy, playing with the boy's penis meant nothing to Ian. It didn't take him from me in the slightest. When I realized that, I smiled at him and his concerned face relaxed. Then, I grinned at him and the boy positively glowed. "Come on, boy," I said, putting my arm around his thin, bare shoulders and guiding him out of the room. I was filled with happiness as my kitten and I walked back to my apartment. Calvin was right: any boy might play with his penis, but Ian loved me himself. All his penis loved was pleasure. The boy was all mine. It was a little surprising that I was a wise enough boy myself to connect Ian to the other boys I'd had boy sex with or that I simply loved. I had never asked or expected those boys to have sex with just me, never minded when they slept with other boys, and they never expected me not to. The love we shared was true and unique. The sex was just a special way of sharing it. We didn't have to restrict each other sexually to love each other totally. The same was true for Ian and 1. This realization made me very happy. Overall, I loved the boy much more than I did his penis. His penis, as beautiful and magnificent as it was, was nothing more nor less than a way for me to let Ian feel my love for him on a deeper level. Kovz, how I adored that boy and how deeply glad I was that he had a penis that let me transmit my love for him through it. My feelings for him and his penis were such that, when we returned to my suite, it was little wonder that all I thought about was playing naked with him.