The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Seventeen:  The Mating Season

	I didn't know it then, but Kovzland was entering the season of
mating.  In a land where the weather was so uniformly pleasant all year, it
was difficult to see the changes in the seasons.  They were happening
elsewhere, however, and as the closing days of the year came and the Kovz
festival approached, spring was in the air.
	The effects were most acute in native born Kovz Boys, though it
seemed to be strong in the human boys as well.  Sexual desires, always
great, intensified still further and the natural desire to reproduce became
almost unbearable for all the boys.  At that time, of course, we couldn't
reproduce.  We were just boys and even the fertile boys had no means of
carrying a growing embryo.  Later, we would rediscover the womb; for now,
making a man-child was beyond our means.  Despite that, the desires were
still there.
	It evidenced itself most strongly in the even greater frequency of
sexual activities between the boys.  Boys who were most comfortable with
their sexual selves would go from having sex once or twice a day to four,
five or even more times a day. (Tony Marsh, who loved having sex and
normally did it five or six times a day, was reported to have had
twenty-six orgasms between sun up and sundown one day that spring.  To my
knowledge, that was the island's record.  I would love to have been in his
bed that day!) In many of the houses, it became almost impossible to get
anything done.
	Nature had helped out a little, however, or more accurately, the
Guardians had set up nature to help out a little.  As the seasonal time for
mating approached, boys became more and more obsessed with a single partner
for sex.  This was most true for native Kovz Boys who generally paired off
with one boy in particular for a period of three or four weeks while the
mating season ran its course; not a year-long practice in Kovzland by any
standard, for native Kovz Boys or recruits.  Hence, whether I desired it or
not, my hormones were fixating themselves on Stevey and, whether I desired
it or not, I was likely to be his mate for several weeks to come.  Calvin
must have understood this fixation and thus knew that my infatuation with
the skinny boy wasn't likely to go away as quickly as my other infatuations
did.
	Boys in Yellow and Gray houses were the most likely to develop
monogamous relationships with other boys during the mating, and Red wasn't
far behind.  These boys tended to be somewhat comfortable making love to
other boys but not so cocky or so eager to expand their exposure to very
many at one time.  It was rare that a boy in one of these houses didn't
"marry" another boy and the relationship was usually very deep and intense,
at least during the mating season.  Boys in Green and Purple were a little
less loyal in their relationships.  They made them, of course, and the
relationship was easy to see, but they were a little more likely to play
around on the side.  If both of the boys were from one of those houses, it
usually worked out just fine.  Throw an innocent, infatuated boy from Gray
into the formula and a young heart was almost sure to be broken.
	Boys in Blue and Baby Blue had such a difficult time having sex
with any boy (including themselves) that the sexual relationships generally
didn't grow as deep.  The friendships were there, and they were friendships
of extreme importance and affection, but they might well pass through the
entire mating period without ever consummating them.  Those that did were
usually very precious ones, albeit a little awkward from time to time.  I
think if I'd known about these tendencies before that first season in
Kovzland, I would have spent more time in Yellow or Gray; instead, I'd
fallen in love with a nervous child in Baby Blue and I had little choice
but to go ahead with my feelings: they weren't going to abate no matter how
difficult it became.  Without doubt, had I been given a choice, I would
have chosen to mate with Jason Tarpoli who remained the closest thing to a
relationship that I had.  Given that he was so eager to make a baby with
me, mating with him would undoubtedly have been a glorious experience even
if I was too young to produce sperm and even if the womb had not been
created yet.  I didn't have a choice, however.  In my naivete, I had
sexually imprinted myself on Stevey and I couldn't deny my desires for him
for the world.
	I'll close the discussion with a mention of White.  The virgin boys
were always affectionate with each other, though they did get a little
childish and defensive sometimes and an occasional fight might break out.
These fights were most likely during the mating season when even their
prepubescent desires for affection made them a little more excitable than
before.  It was little wonder that the Rites of Passage of hairless little
boys doubled in the weeks ending and beyond the mating season.  Otherwise,
these boys were kept secure from the love desires of older boys.  The
primary reason that we kept them secluded all the time wasn't because they
were so susceptible to being raped but because they were so susceptible to
being sexually manipulated.  If you take an eight or nine year old boy and
show him a lot of attention and affection, he is almost sure to do anything
you want him to do, including have sex.  I don't mean to say that they were
attention-starved, but there were hundreds (and later, thousands) of them.
If an older boy started treating them real special, they couldn't seem to
help fawning up to him and becoming very obedient to his desires.  A few
caresses and a few compliments and a little boy will do anything he's
asked.  In mating season, it was particularly dangerous, because the older
boy was quite likely to leave the obedient puppy as soon as the season
ended.  Despite all that, the little boys did get closer to their closest
friend and any of them who were close to puberty already would likely start
to explore their bodies and penises during spring; hence, the increase in
the Rites.
	I was aware of none of this as I lay there in bed with the
frightened, awkward boy I had fallen in love with.  It was almost sure to
cause me anguish because I was so ready and willing to share my love for
him and he was so nervous and confused about his own desires.  Stevey and I
were a difficult proposition to say the least.  Nonetheless, if I could
ever bring him over to the side of accepting his desires, I was going to be
in for a really special time, in both my life and young Stevey's.  With all
his hormonal needs, the intense desires in his penis and the fact that he
was too shy to find a lover on his own, I could very well be spending the
next four weeks in bed with him in almost continuous ecstasy.
	I was a little surprised when I was the first one to wake up the
next morning.  I half expected that Stevey would have been up and gone by
then.  The sun was up and light poured into the room despite the blinds.  I
again felt the stiffness of the sheets against my body, but the taste of
Stevey's sperm was replaced by the distant taste of morning breath.
	My little penis was stiff and begging my attention.  Not a great
matter: I had reached an age where my penis was stiff every morning.  In
normal circumstances, I would have been surprised if it was limp; after
waiting for Stevey so long and then being so easily ignored, my boyhood had
every reason to want attention.  I wondered why I was even bothering.  At
almost that same moment, I saw Stevey.  In the night, he had turned and was
facing me.  Though he held the blankets close to his neck and the tough
look he generally wore was on his face, I knew quite clearly why I was
bothering.  For whatever reason, I was in love with him.  If I could make
him happy in some way, I didn't particularly care how desperate my penis
became.  I mean, it was going to be desperate anyway.  I may as well let it
be desperate for a boy like Stevey than no one.
	Though I could see nothing more than his face, he looked pretty in
his sleep.  His eyelashes were so black and so long and his nose was so
small and his skin was so smooth... I wanted to kiss him as much as I ever
had.  I would wait.  He was too beautiful to make demands of.
	Stevey started to move and I realized quickly that he was going to
wake up soon.  A million thoughts ran through my boyish mind and I somehow
came to the conclusion that it would be best for him if I weren't awake
when he awoke.  If nothing else, me being asleep seemed to embolden him the
night before.  I closed my eyes and let my breathing grow slow and regular.
	I didn't have to have my eyes open to feel when the young boy
awoke.  I could almost feel his eyes on me, the momentary uncertainty, the
momentary confusion, the momentary remembrance of the night before.  They
were long moments.  I wondered briefly if he felt as horny in the mornings
as I did and then remembered: he's twelve years old: he's just as horny as
I am.  I pictured his huge cock sticking out as hard and frantic as it had
the night before, and prayed that he would fondle me again.  Not so much
for my penis, mind you, but I did very much want to please his again.
	I felt the bed moving as he moved and had a momentary sensation of
excitement, but soon realized that he was crawling out.  I let one eye open
and saw his small, perfect bottom appear as the blankets slipped aside.  He
was being careful not to wake me; such an innocent boy.  Es pale, awkward
body looked as pretty in the near daylight as it did in the glow of the
flashlight and I watched his thin shoulders and long skinny legs with
adoration.  He started toward the bathroom then started to turn back to me.
I quickly closed my eyes and soon heard him entering it and, as quietly as
possible, closing the door.
	There was another brief moment of disappointment again, almost
despair.  He hadn't come to molest me in my sleep and I didn't even get to
see if he had an erection or not.  Now he was in the bathroom and, for all
I knew, was going to jack off into the sink or something.  That was too
great a sacrifice for such marvelous sperm.  I lay there wondering what to
do, then finally heard the shower being turned on.  I thought about it for
a moment, then moved.
	As I crawled out of the bed, I knew that two things were possible.
One, the boy might masturbate in the shower and thereby lose the immediate,
compulsive desires of his penis; or, two, he might be able to lose his
immediate desires by showering away all memories of the night before.  In
either case, I had no intention of letting him slip away.  He was my boy.
The fact that he was more mature didn't mean that he didn't need to be
responsive to that fact.
	It sounded good as I crawled out of the bed, my skinny, hairless
penis sticking straight out between my legs with desire.  The idea didn't
seem so good the closer I got to the bathroom door.  The closer I got, the
younger I felt; so much so that I almost turned around and quit any advance
I might make.  Nonetheless, I managed to open it and step inside.
	Like all the shower doors in all the houses outside of White,
Stevey's was made of glass.  I was distantly aware that most boys in Baby
Blue didn't get to have their own showers; it was kind of a part of their
sexual development that they had to shower with each other.  I wasn't sure
why Stevey rated a private one save that 1) the houses weren't very full at
that time, and 2) his penis was so big that it might cause other boys to
tease him.  Weird concept in Kovzland; penises big and small were always
adored there, but a penis like Stevey's... well, that was unique.  I mean,
twelve year old boys don't have thirteen inch penises.  It just seems odd.
Besides, he was so gangly and so skinny, his penis almost seemed to
unbalance him, as if its weight would pull him over forward and topple him
to the ground.  When you add to that the fact that the boy had no idea
whatsoever of what to do with it... well, Stevey was pretty special however
you looked at it.
	At any rate, the shower door was glass and I could see the skinny
boy lathering his small chest quite clearly.  His penis still looked huge,
but it was only half-hard now, pointing downward and swinging as his big
hands worked their way across his chest.  He definitely appeared to be
trying to wash something out of his memory because the movements of his
hands definitely made him look agitated.  Poor boy.
	Since the door was glass, he could have seen me just as easily if
he had looked, but he was obviously more intent on the shower.  Besides,
with the steam on the glass and the fact that I was farther away from it
than he was, he wouldn't have been able to see me as clearly as I did him.
As big as his penis was, it was easy for me to see what its erection status
was.  As small and hairless as mine was, it probably would have blended in
with my belly and not made any impression at all.
	It didn't matter.  I stood there with my boner getting more excited
as I watched his pretty body showering.  I wanted him to love me so much.
The only way I knew of to do that was through sex.  It was, in my narrow
experience, the only weapon I had.  I mean, boys his age liked hairless,
little boys, didn't they?  Stevey liked me; he'd proved that the night
before.  I just needed to find a way for him to express it more actively.
Feeling my face growing hot with embarrassment, I walked to the shower door
and opened it.
	Stevey stood there in all his naked beauty.  The enormous penis
between his legs swung gently back and forth as he turned with a start and
stared down at me staring at it.  Kovz, it was big and so pretty I could
hardly believe it.  In the full light of the bathroom, his little circle of
dark peach fuzz was incredibly beautiful surrounding the base of his huge
cock.  I stood there momentarily transfixed by its beauty, swallowing
nervously and wishing that he was as eager as I was for sex.
	"What are you doing?" his high pitched voice asked, echoing in the
tiled shower.
	I looked up into his face like the innocent puppy I felt like.  I
stood there naked and excited, my hairless little boner pulsing
rhythmically with desire to copulate with him.  Droplets from the shower
rebounded off his slender young body and landed on mine.  I felt so
embarrassed that the blush in my face was creeping down to my shoulders and
upper chest.
	"I want to shower, too," I said weakly, gazing into his pretty face
with love and embarrassment.
	Stevey looked down at my stiff, three inch erection with the same
emotionless, tough look on his face.  "Wait till I'm finished," he said,
turning back toward the spray from the shower head and causing his long
penis to swing back and forth again between his skinny legs.
	I felt rejected by both his words and his tone and I slowly closed
the shower stall door.  I watched his pretty body through the glass,
watched as he pushed his face into the spray, watched his big penis poking
out half way from his hips, looking so big the boy looked like he might
lose his balance and tumble forward at any moment.  I backed slowly up
until I felt the cabinets against my lower back.  I leaned back on it and
waited as he'd told me to.
	My penis was so hard I could actually feel it pulsing up and down,
yearning for the other boy.  I looked down at it with empathetic love.  I
thought it was so pretty in its smooth, hairless innocence.  I would have
given anything if Stevey loved it like I did.
	I jumped when the shower door suddenly opened and looked up to see
the gangly twelve year old standing there in naked glory.  "Come on," he
said in a voice so soft I could scarcely hear it.
	I was so delighted that I almost ran to the shower, but managed to
control myself.  Even as I walked toward him with my stiff, skinny
erection, I could see his pretty face growing redder, could see his huge
cock starting to stand taller between his legs, swelling and growing
harder.  By the time I reached him, the young boy was sporting his thirteen
inch erection in its full magnificence and as I stepped into the shower
with him, I could see it starting to throb rhythmically up and down.
	It was still astonishing to see a penis so big throbbing so hard
and so straight.  I would have thought just the sheer weight of it would
force it to poke out more level with the ground but it just grew harder and
harder until it pointed up toward the ceiling like a smaller boy's might.
Kovz, it was big!
	As I stepped in next to him, I was so nervous and uncertain about
what to do next that I just huddled up near the wall as he closed the
shower door.  He seemed to be equally confused though you'd never have
known it by the tough look on his young face.  Nonetheless, he stood there
for a moment, looking away from me at first but his eyes soon turning to
me, looking down at my skinny, naked body.  It was then that the confusion
actually came to his face and he clearly didn't know what to do.  Still, he
was standing there facing me, his huge penis sticking out between us like a
third person, the naked, twelve year old man making no efforts to hide it
from me.
	If I had been older or wiser I might have known how to seduce him
from that point.  As it was, I was so afraid of scaring him that I just
stood there for a long moment.  I wondered if I should just start taking a
shower and let him worry about sex, if indeed that's what he wanted, but
that was never my way.  Instead, my pale blue eyes focused again on his big
manhood and I again fell so in love with it that I couldn't take my eyes
off it.  How could it be so big and so hard?  Already the purple head was
shining with the swollen intensity of his erection, the slit yawning open
until it looked like a hole to his soul.  It seemed like such a bright
purple against the pale, smoothness of his white penis shaft and it moved
so insistently up and down that I thought it was pulsing in sync with my
own much smaller penis.  Below all those glorious inches of young manhood,
his testicles hung tightly in his thick scrotum, large enough to fill my
hand if I were to take hold of them.  Then to see that huge boner throbbing
while surrounded by such soft, smooth, hairless pink skin, to see it on a
boy so young and innocent... it was almost more than I could bear.  His
thighs looked as thin and long as a child's and his belly was like a god's,
long and skinny, nothing but soft skin surrounding his little belly button.
And finally, his young, immature little pubic hairs, still nothing more
than childish fuzz, though it was a dark brown against his otherwise pale
skin.
	If Stevey didn't know what to do, the sight of his throbbing
manhood told me that it knew what it wanted even if its boy didn't, and I
was experienced enough to know how to love a penis.  Feeling almost like I
was floating somewhere in the distance and like someone else was
controlling my body, I felt myself step forward, watched my small hands
reach out and both of them take hold of the monstrous thing throbbing from
his pubescent body.
	Stevey jumped and let out a startled cry and I saw his hands start
to move forward as if to tear mine away from his naked cock.  He caught
himself, however, or his hormones did, and his tall, awkward body pressed
back against the tiles in resignation, confusion and fear.  Ms chest looked
so little and so flat, as if the boy had no muscle whatsoever, just smooth,
naked boy skin covering a skinny rib cage.  This made his swollen little
nipples look very cute and, as his skinny body shivered with nervousness, I
could see the smooth, hairless beauty of his little underarms.
	His penis was throbbing in my hands like a wild animal and I stared
at it in fascination.  I just held it for a moment and marveled at its size
and excitement, then slowly watched my small hands moving along it, holding
it lightly with my fingertips, amazed at how small it made my hands look.
Mostly I stared at the swollen knob of his penis head, saw it shining with
the force of his erection, the slit gaping open and eager to spray his seed
all over my immature body.  The thought made me smile with delight and I
blushed at my childish fantasy as my hands felt along his twelve inch
erection.
	My little wiener was even harder than Stevey's huge cock and the
skinny, hairless young thing poked out between my skinny legs longing for
the taller boy's touch, little penis head shining in a bright, childish
purple.  It looked so small and innocent against the huge cock between
Stevey's thighs, and looked as smooth and hairless as it ever had.  I still
thought it was beautiful and hoped the other boy did too.  Kovz, how I
wanted him to fondle me.
	I leaned to the side so I could see his soft peach fuzz more
closely.  It was wet and plastered down against his pale skin, almost
invisible in its downy puberty.  I blushed at it adoringly as my hands
started gripping his big cock harder, felt the pulsing of his boyish veins
throbbing all along it.  I felt the smooth skin covering it moving a
little, gently, tenderly pulling the tight skin up toward his glowing
purple penis head.
	Stevey let out a startled gasp of pleasure and his childish,
soprano voice let out a beautiful little cry that echoed slightly in the
shower.  His tall, skinny body already looked rippled with pleasure as it
squirmed slowly against the shower wall, the adorable boy staring down at
his huge penis as I pulled on it.  He was panting excitedly, looking like
he was ready to grab my hands and make me masturbate him.  Despite all the
hormones in his huge penis, however, the poor boy was unable to do anything
more than stand there with a look of hunger in his eyes that filled me with
excitement.  Puberty was even more beautiful when it was in full blossom
and was totally aroused.
	Very slowly, and gripping his cock very tightly, I began to rub up
and down on the long, wonderful inches of his twelve year old erection.
Stevey was actually trembling with excitement and I gazed all up and down
his skinny body as he continued to squirm helplessly against the wall.  His
big hands were pressed with flat palms against the wall and they moved
slowly as his body moved, small blue veins swelling along his thin
forearms.  Ms chest was so small and even his abdomen wasn't long enough
for a boy as tall as he was.  All his height was in his incredibly long
legs.  While his chest and belly looked no longer or bigger than mine, his
legs lifted him a full six inches above me.  I could look down them, down
the smooth, hairless skin of his thighs, and see his knobby knees trembling
and buckling tentatively, as if the boy was uncertain if he should lay down
or remain standing.  He always caught himself, however, and stood there
beneath the hormonal onslaught of my hands, laying pressed against the
wall, squirming with slow, rhythmic movements.
	I watched his pleasure still from far away, though the pressure in
my childish little erection was beginning to ache numbly between my leg and
I was growing increasingly aware of it.  I wondered if this would be how I
would spend the mating season: masturbating Stevey all day and never
feeling him touching my stiff boyhood.  Stevey was so excited, however, and
his huge erection was so captivating, that I didn't think to stop making
him feel good.  Instead, I let my hands move more freely up and down on his
twelve inch manhood, let the skin rub loosely across his sensitive nerves,
let the pace grow gradually greater as the boy grew closer and closer to
orgasm.
	If nothing else, I had the pleasure of knowing where his sperm was
going to go when he did climax: right at me.  Holding his penis as I was,
the gaping slit on his shiny penis head was pointed directly at my face and
I already knew from experience that the boy would ejaculate streams of
sperm so powerfully that I would be drenched with his seed.  That was
growing more and more appealing, as if the warm spray of the shower, still
partially hitting my back, would be nothing compared to the shower of his
warm sperm spraying all over my little boy chest.  Kovz, I might spend the
next four weeks with a pulsing little penis, but at least I wouldn't be
lacking a steady supply of boyish semen.
	I felt a rush of pleasure suddenly when Stevey, in orgasmic
intensity, suddenly grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it firmly, not enough
to hurt but enough to tell me that he knew I was there.  Smiling
delightedly, I started rubbing faster on the throbbing bronco between his
legs and looked up at him but the skinny boy was totally overwhelmed by his
cock.  He was staring down at it with huge eyes, his mouth hanging open as
he gasped pathetically, long, skinny boy legs rippling as he squirmed
helplessly.
	He let out a cry of pleasure that did echo in the shower and I
could feel him supporting more of his weight on my shoulder, felt him
struggling to keep his feet as his skinny body flexed and contorted,
rippling with ribs and muscle as it began to stiffen dramatically.  He was
panting frantically now, so frantically that high pitched cries sounded
from his childish little chest.  I could only smile delightedly even though
my skinny arms were starting to ache from rubbing so hard on his penis.  I
kept going though because I knew his penis was getting ready to pop and I
was still very eager for that moment.
	Suddenly, Stevey started to cry like a little boy and I stared in
wonder as his tall, skinny body thrust itself against the wall and clenched
in a long, straight, rock hard image of beauty.  Every little muscle in his
arms and thighs, along his skinny belly, even beneath his little, swollen
pubescent nipples, seemed to clench tightly and the boy was crying because
he was totally at the will of his penis.  It held him there as if running
electric current through him, stiff and still at first but then starting to
shudder convulsively, the poor twelve year old crying pathetically, eyes
closed and head turned away from his penis now as it unleashed its utter
pleasure into a body too young to contain it all.  So intense was his
orgasm that when his huge penis finally started to flex and pump his semen
toward its destiny, the poor boy's entire body seemed compelled to flex
with it and he stood there pressed against the wall, tall, skinny, naked
body jerking rhythmically; not quickly, but with the intense,
uncontrollable persistence of pubescent orgasm.
	Just as I knew it would, his penis head started spraying sperm out
like a fire hose.  Still grinning delightedly, I opened my mouth and closed
my eyes, leaning my face forward to get the full beauty of his ejaculation.
I was not disappointed.  The powerful young boy squirt his first
ejaculation directly between my eyes and I could feel it splatter as it
struck my face, felt it instantly begin to trickle into my mouth and over
my chin, down my neck, over my baby soft little chest.  I could even feel
it splatter into my hair.  He stood there with his skinny body jerking
about once every two seconds, each time accompanied with another in a
series of twelve year old ejaculations.  Sperm as warm (or as hot) as the
shower sprayed into my face and across my little nipples, filled my mouth
with his seed, coated my little chest with warm, boyish slime.
	I doubted Stevey's earlier orgasms had prepared him for this one
because it was the strongest I had seen him thus far.  Perhaps it was
because he was standing up, a position that always seemed to evoke the most
from a boy's pleasure, but I liked to think it was because he was dousing
me with his sperm.  I had known for months how much older boys liked to see
their sperm splattering into a little boy's face or onto his body, and
Stevey was getting the full measure of that pleasure (assuming he'd managed
to open his eyes to watch, of course).  Ms sperm was all over me and I
could feel little rivers of it running down between my legs until it coated
my hairless little testicles and dripped from them like honey.  After
several powerful squirts, his penis's strength waned and his sperm spurted
out less dramatically.  Wanting desperately to feel the warm slime of his
semen on my hairless erection, I poked the little thing forward, felt the
head touch my hand, released Stevey's huge cock enough to let my boyhood
slip in next to it.  As sperm oozed down the long inches of his penis, it
covered my hand and I felt it coating my little penis like warm, pleasant
cream.
	I could feel Stevey recoil innocently from this contact: the
throbbing pressure of my skinny little erection rubbing directly against
his as it had that first time only now covered with his slimy young sperm.
He was too weak from his orgasm and too innocent from virginity to do
anything about it however and just stood there as I poked my stiff erection
in and out of my hand, rubbing the little head against his smooth penis
shaft.  I was still smiling and could feel his sperm trickling between my
lips from my face.  Tasting his boyish seed and childishly poking my penis
against his, I stood there and felt orgasm racing between my legs.  Stevey
stood there, in total confusion no doubt, as I pressed my skinny hips back
and forth until I the pleasure in my erection was really good.
	I kept humping between his penis and my hand, smiling as I thought
about how beautiful I must look covered with his sperm.  I still couldn't
open my eyes without his semen running into them so I just stood there
humping back and forth as my skinny little body jerked frantically and I
finally felt release from my boyish hormones.  No sperm from me, of course,
but Stevey had enough for a dozen men, much less a couple of boys our age.
	Stevey's naked young body was loosening as I finished my
prepubescent orgasm, but he didn't try to break away as I stood there and
kept rubbing my penis against his.  I was still smiling and panting,
smiling happily now that I had shared my happiest feeling with the boy I
had chosen for my mate.  I could feel his huge penis starting to soften in
my hands but mine was still stiff and straight.  It felt nice against the
increasingly rubbery feeling of the taller boy.  As I stood there finishing
my prepubescent deed, I wondered if I would ever leave Stevey's room again
or if the boy and I would live there together forever.
	I felt Stevey's other hand take hold of my shoulder and felt him
holding himself up there though his hands felt tender and loving.  Blushing
boyishly, but still smiling happily, I let his big penis go and it swung
down between his legs.  I wiped his sperm from my eyes and, after a moment,
found myself smiling up at him.  The look on his face was as serious as
ever, but there was a tenderness there too, and even a bit of confusion,
still.  I think the boy understood for the first time that my penis could
feel the same pleasure that his had and he was looking at me with the
intense affection of a boy who has found a profound friend, one capable of
sharing his every desire.  Then he swallowed and looked away, still holding
to my thin, boyish shoulders.  He looked a little ashamed of all the sperm
he had squirt all over me and I wished he wouldn't.  Feeling deeply in love
with him, I let my body slink forward, felt his big penis rubbing against
my belly as I lay my cheek down on his small, flat chest.
	Stevey stood there uncertainly a moment, and very tense, then
slowly relaxed.  Awkwardly, he wrapped his long, skinny arms around my thin
back and held me like a clumsy twelve year old might be expected to.  We
held each other there in a long moment of boyish affection and uncertainty.
The huge meat between Stevey's legs lay pressed against my hairless little
boyhood, feeling warm and loving, a big testament to manhood and a small,
innocent vision of childhood snuggling against each other tenderly.
	Afterward, Stevey washed both his own naked body and mine, his
pretty, boyish face blushing horrendously but his pubescent mind seeming to
know now, to know that our boy love was good and that it felt good too.
His hands rubbed soap over my body slowly, as if in worship of my hairless
innocence or in fear that he would do something wrong.  The only thing he
did wrong was in only fondling my penis for a few brief seconds, long
enough to clean it but not long enough for me to fully enjoy his trembling
caresses.  He didn't say anything to me as his hands rubbed over his
skinny, flat chest and clumsy pubescent body or as they tenderly rubbed
across my naked skin, but he didn't have to either.  I knew enough about
puberty to recognize infatuation when I saw it and to feel love when
another boy felt it.  We were more than friends now and, as we stepped out
of the shower, we both knew it.
	Stevey was such a horny boy that I wasn't surprised when the big,
swinging cock between his legs started growing stiffer as we stepped out of
the shower.  It didn't swell into a full erection right away, but I could
tell that it wanted to and knew that I was more than eager for it to.  I
stood silently drying myself and watching his penis and tall, skinny body,
hoping that he was as eager as I was to make love again.
	Our hair was still wet when we returned to his room, but our naked
bodies were dry and looked as smooth and boyish as ever.  The soft fuzz
between his legs looked as pretty and adorable as ever and his huge penis
was now sticking out almost level with the floor, but the boy went straight
to his dresser and started searching for clothes to wear.  I watched him
uncertainly, my eyes gazing up and down his thin young back, long, smooth
legs and small round buttocks, wishing that he wanted to do it again.  I
knew I did.  My penis wasn't erect anymore, but his was growing harder by
the minute and I did so enjoy a boy having an orgasm.  As he pawed through
his drawer, I walked cautiously up to him and put my hands on his thin
waist.  He froze where he stood and I felt afraid that he was going to run
away again, but he didn't.  At first he just stood there, the boyish nerves
in the room feeling thick and uncomfortable.  The skin beneath my hands
felt so soft and smooth that, after a moment, I let them slide slowly up
along his rib cage, feeling the tension in his body growing as I reached
his chest and slowly slid my hands down again.  Stevey turned slowly, the
thirteen inch penis between his legs now sticking out higher than parallel
with the floor, growing bigger as the young boy lost the power to control
his erection any longer.  His nervous, boyish eyes found nine, looking
uncertain and embarrassed but I just looked down at his small chest, loving
his swollen little nipples and smooth skin, my hands still resting on his
hips, fighting the desire to reach for his big penis.
	He stood there looking down at me for a moment then I felt his big,
pubescent hands reaching for my small shoulders, felt them rubbing the baby
soft skin he found there.  His penis started to stiffen faster, sticking
straight out and starting to point upward now.  I watched it in adoration
as the boy's erection took full flower, pulsing rhythmically up and down
with his heartbeat, tantalizing me with its seductive movements.  My
hairless little boyhood, knowing that it was going to feel the boy's
pleasure again, responded instantly, swelling boyishly, lifting from my
testicles, poking out a childish three inches, stiffening until it, like
Stevey's, was pointing up toward the ceiling, throbbing rhythmically.  Not
even a boy as innocent as Stevey could mistake the desires between our
young bodies, the stiff young penises yearning for each other like tensile
lovers, his so big and hungry, mine so small and excited.
	I awkwardly tried to think of something to do that would please
him, but my young friend understood enough to take the initiative.  One of
his hands slipped from my shoulder, fingertips dragging down my little
chest and baby soft belly and slowly, awkwardly, touching my little
erection.  I panted like a frightened boy but I felt so delighted to have
his fingers touching my penis that I scarcely moved, staring down at his
trembling hand as his fingertips nervously felt the hairless skin around my
boner.  Hope swelled in me with every bit of pleasure: Stevey was going to
come around: Stevey was going to make love to me as I did to him: Stevey
knew my penis liked to be fondled too.
	"Stevey?" I panted softly.
	"What?" he swallowed nervously.
	"Do you want to do something really fun?"
	"Like what?"  His high-pitched voice was so childlike, nervous and
frightened, breathy with pubescent excitement.
	I reached down and took hold of his enormous organ, the big, thick
erection pulsing madly against my palm, my fingers too short to wrap around
its healthy girth.  I stared down at it, amazed by its size and hardness.
The swollen purple head was the size of a small child's fist, shining
brightly, the big slit yawning open ready to gush with another healthy load
of boyish sperm.  Most magnificent of all, his little bush of downy brown
peach fuzz, a little circle of softness against smooth, clear boy skin.
	Slowly I gazed up his thin body, his flat, baby soft belly marked
only by his tiny belly button and the gentle ripples of his abdominal
muscles.  Above them, his little rib cage swelled slightly, enough to see
the gentle "V" that led down from his sternum and the hard little rib bones
that pressed at his smooth, hairless skin.  Finally his magnificent,
immature chest, thin and almost flat, swelling only slightly before
culminating in the small, purple bumps of his swollen nipples.
	I swallowed in adoration as my eyes moved nervously up over his
collar bones, up his skinny neck, still too young for an Adam's apple.
Even his beardless chin looked smooth and boyish, adorable to my adoring
eyes.  His cute face was thin and long like so many pubescent boys' were,
his cheeks smooth as a baby's bottom.  The only thing about his face that
wasn't childlike was his nose, thin but overgrown with his maturing body.
His expression was still that of a tough, daring boy, but his big blue eyes
were magnificent, filled with young fear and innocence, soothing and
gentle, pleading helplessly.  All that innocence framed by long black
eyelashes and topped with a sweet mop of straight, sandy hair.
	I was panting softly as I gazed into those beautiful eyes.  My hand
still held his huge penis and I could feel it throbbing excitedly, all
thirteen inches feeling like living rock against my palm.  The thought of
what I was about to propose made my knees feel weak, filled me with fear,
and made my Kovzian butt start lubricating itself in sexual excitement and
fear.
	"Stick it in my butt," I suggested very softly, certain that he
would immediately disavow me in disgust.
	"What?" he barely managed to breathe.
	"Stick your penis in my butt," I said, looking down at the huge
thing before looking back up into his big blue eyes.
	"It won't fit," he said, his little chest visibly breathing faster
at the very thought.
	"Yeah, it will," I said, though even I was unsure.  He was only
twelve years old, but he clearly had the biggest penis on the island.  He
should have been mating with Tony, but he was stuck with me.  My butt
started feeling slimy.
	"Come on," I urged softly.  Small, skinny and naked we walked to
his bed.  We lay down together on it, the nervous boy's hands touching me
tenderly and uncertainly.  Normally I would have engaged him in some tender
foreplay, but I knew Stevey wasn't the kind of boy that would enjoy that.
Not yet anyway.  He had a hormonally inspired penis that needed relief and
that was all he could think about.  As uninspiring as it was, therefore, I
lay down on my belly, my little bubble butt there before him.
	Stevey sat there for a long moment, one of his big hands still
trailing long fingers down my baby soft back.  This had to be really
confusing for him, the thought that his huge penis might actually go up
inside my body.  At the same time, however, he was a Kovz Boy and his
natural instincts were for sex with boys.  How could that be any more
intimate than to penetrate a boy with his penis?
	His sheets were still stiff with dried sperm against my chest,
releasing a soothing smell of pubescent musk and sweat that made me feel
hornier.  I knew it was going to hurt, but I wanted to make love to my
young friend so bad, so desperately wanted to feel him inside me.
	I didn't rush him, however, just lay there waiting for him to mount
me.  He was staring at my little butt.  I could almost feel his eyes on it.
Kovz, how I longed to feel his sinewy young body on top of me, straining in
pubescent love and passion.
	My heart beat faster as the young boy finally followed his
instincts.  I could feel his smooth knees coming to rest on either side of
my thighs as he stood over me.  Awkwardly, he lay forward on me and I soon
felt his smooth, flat chest coming to rest on my thin shoulders.  His warm
body was so alive with soft motions, the beating of his heart, the
breathing of his lungs, the throbbing of his huge penis laying along the
crack of my bottom.  I could tell now just how great a trauma I was in for.
The boy's smooth testicles were pressed against my butt cheeks.  His cock,
long and thick, ran up along my bottom, pressed between his belly and my
lower back, the huge purple head finally ending far up along my spine.
Kovz, there was no way my skinny little body could admit all of that meat
inside it.
	Despite my fears, however, I had desires, too, and so did young
Stevey.  Somehow, no matter how badly it hurt me, I had to let the boy in,
had to let him enjoy his pleasure.  It was mating season and I was a Kovz
Boy.  I had to give him what he needed.
	I let out a happy sigh as I felt his skinny body flex and contort,
felt him awkwardly pulling his thin hips back and pushing them forward
again, rubbing his huge erection against my skin.  This would feel nice to
both of us.  Wedged between our young bodies, the boy would have a
wonderful orgasm, his cock gushing semen all over my back and his abdomen.
That wasn't what I had in mind, however.  Excited beyond description, my
butt wanted to feel him inside it, needed to feel him no matter how badly
it hurt.
	"Stick it in, Stevey," I moaned softly.
	"It won't fit," he whined like a four year old.
	"Try it," I begged gently.  I needed it.  I needed the pain and
fullness of him.
	What followed was really clumsy, even by pubescent standards.
Getting his rock hard cock pointed in the right direction, getting my plump
little butt cheeks parted to reveal my little sphincter, maneuvering the
huge shiny head forward...  the boy was really confused.  Nonetheless, I
finally felt his huge glans, swollen and hot with erection, poking against
the puckered brown entrance to my small body.  I felt it pushing forward,
felt my butt resisting despite its desires.  If his erection were less
hard, the huge cock would have folded over before forcing its way through
my tight butthole, but Stevey was gifted with a hardness that withstood any
effort to make it bend.  As he forced his slender hips forward, the big
swollen head of his cock just pushed at me harder and harder.
	As prepped as my little butt was, the size of Stevey's cock was
more than it could imagine.  If the boy had stuck a finger up there first,
perhaps gotten a smaller cock to loosen me up first, I might have been able
to take him inside, at least a little.  As it was, my sphincter kept
vacillating uncontrollably, first loosening to admit him, then reflexively
clenching tight again to protect itself.  All the while the big penis head
just kept shoving forward at it.
	"It won't go in!" Stevey's high-pitched voice cried, obviously
frantic to penetrate me now.  His skinny body was arrayed very awkwardly,
twisted sideways, standing upright on his knees as his big hand tried to
guide his huge cock at my little butt.
	Knowing he wouldn't be able to tolerate this denial for long, I
didn't answer him verbally.  Instead, I struggled to relax, to focus on the
tight little muscles of my butthole.  Much as I tried, he was just so big.
Slowly, however, I felt it probing deeper, felt my butthole forced wider
and wider as his purple glans moved forward.  I cried a little, more in
effort to keep from clenching my butt than in pain at first.  As his penis
head moved deeper, however, I could tell how severe this violation of my
body would be.  My butt was being stretched wider and wider, much more than
it ever had.  Soon, it felt like a burning, as if the tight skin was going
to tear.
	The more it hurt, however, the slimier my innards seemed to get and
there was a definite warm pleasure that was building quickly inside me.
Despite the pain, my bottom was telling me that it wanted the boy inside,
it wanted to feel all of him.  By the time his swollen penis head passed
through the tight guardian of my boyhood, I was already shivering from an
anal orgasm.
	This was really weird.  Both Stevey and I were crying childishly,
him from pleasure, me from pain.  The room actually echoed from our soprano
songs of sex.  As his skinny body struggled to work his cock deeper,
however, my little butt was already building to another orgasm.  Dizzy and
confused and in pain, I lay there vulnerable and unmoving.  The cock spread
my rectum wider and wider, the boy sliding into me so slowly that it must
have been an adorable thing to see from the outside: a huge, thick, furry
penis moving deeper into the cleavage of a small, plump hairless butthole.
Much as it hurt, my skinny body, it was filling me with pleasure.
	The boy was soon farther inside me than any boy had ever been
before: eight inches of thick, throbbing cock pressing at my internal
organs and making my butt fill me with pleasure.  Despite that, the boy
still had five more inches of his love pole to stick inside.  I knew I
couldn't handle it all and I knew that I would end up like Tony Marsh had
when he had taken so much of Tommy Wilde inside him: a pathetic boy needing
medical attention to avoid major injury.
	Fortunately for me, however, twelve year old Stevey couldn't
survive that long.  With a long, beautiful and desperate cry, the young boy
climaxed, his huge penis erupting with sperm and semen.  He filled my
buttocks with warmth and slime, propelling me to another whimpering orgasm
as I felt his skinny body flexing pathetically above me.
	With the focus of his penis lost, the boy's shame at his sexual
pleasure took hold and I heard as well as felt a sucking sound as he
frantically pulled his big erection out of me.  It slipped from my butt
covered with his slime and the boy was almost crying from the pleasure and
shame of what he'd done.  His small body, however, was unable to complete
the termination of sex.  He collapsed against my back, huge, slimy,
softening cock pressed between my buttocks and his thin belly.
	Though he had failed to fully penetrate me, however, the kid
instantly developed an intense appreciation for the beauty of fucking me.
Over the next few days, just getting a nice blow job wasn't enough for him
and he sought to butt fuck me more and more often.  My body, designed for
just this sort of love making, gradually adapted and every time he made
love to me, more of his penis found ready acceptance inside my body.  After
three days, the kid could actually put all thirteen inches of his organ
inside before he climaxed and, after a couple days more, he was able to
fuck me just like a normal-sized boy might.  He liked this a lot and I was
soon feeling all of him rubbing inside my body several times a day.  I
still sucked him off whenever I could, but the boy clearly preferred
fucking me.
	It was a strange sensation.  His penis was so big and I was so
small that his penis head ended up buried deep up inside my body, somewhere
up near my chest.  Every time he drove the huge erect thing inside me, I
felt a desire to wretch but was able to just lay there until he climaxed.
No matter how many times we did it, the boy couldn't hold back his pleasure
for long.  I almost wished that he could.  As many times as my butt had an
orgasm, my body was getting used to his presence inside it.  Soon, it
didn't even ache all that much.  It just felt nice, all the nicer to feel
his skinny body flexing in orgasm as he deposited his young seed in my
body.
	We didn't leave his room for two weeks.  We struggled and wrestled
and fondled and played and were each having ten to twenty orgasms every
day.  I delighted most frequently in butt fucking Stevey, laying on his
thin back and shoulders and humping like a demon.  His orgasms, most often,
were reached with his penis head in my mouth and his huge, twelve inch cock
ejaculating down my throat with his virile semen.
	Food was delivered three times a day and, as growing boys always
do, we devoured it fanatically.  The arrival of meals always embarrassed
Stevey dramatically at first but as the days past and no one arrived to
embarrass him for his sexual explorations, he got more and more comfortable
and accepting.  After the first few days, sex between us was a giggling,
delightful affair, one eagerly anticipated even when the last time had only
been a half hour earlier.  We were like insatiable animals, constantly
naked and constantly eager for the next time our penises could feel another
orgasm.  No one came to check up on us or to see if we were all right.  I
learned later, of course, that most of the boys on the island were in
similar affairs with each other and those that weren't were too embarrassed
and shy to intrude on a room echoing with the sounds Stevey and I were
making almost constantly.
	After two weeks of constant mating had been exhausted, we did slip
out of the house (fully clothed, of course) and socialized with some of the
other boys.  We still had sex more than ten times a day, but it grew more
and more interrupted by visits to the dining room (at first) and to other
houses (later on).  We met other boy couples who were deep into the throes
of their own attractions and, after a while, Stevey was able to giggle with
them as they shared a small part of their intense sexual longings for each
other.
	I was sometimes embarrassed by Stevey because, while many boys from
the other houses were flaunting their affections for their mates,
particularly if their mate was a little boy like me, Stevey was always very
bashful about actually admitting it.  Oh, he always giggled like it was a
common thing between them and us, but he wasn't so good about putting his
arm around me and holding me like the other older partners usually were.
It was okay, though: all I really wanted to do was go back to the room and
play with his huge boner again.  That was my one, secret boast: they might
have gotten the public displays of affection, but I had one of the biggest
penises on the island to play with, and probably the youngest and cutest of
the boys with penises that big as well.  I adored Stevey.
	As the mating season started to end, however, Stevey and I were
growing farther and farther apart.  Both of us were trying to talk to the
other more and we seemed to have less and less ability to do so.  At first
this just meant that we spent more and more time having sex, something we
both could enjoy without reservation.  Later, I started feeling more
disappointed that he didn't show me more affection in public, started
feeling less interested in what he had to say, started wondering more and
more what the boys in the palace were doing.  At the same time, Stevey's
young eyes started watching other boys more, his patience and temper with
me grew shorter, our times in public grew more frequent.  In the last few
days of the mating season, we had sex eight times the first day, three
times the second, and none the third.  The mating season was ending.
	Soon, he didn't even want me to go out with him anymore.  He would
go out to play basketball or something else while I would stay in the room
and clean up after him, making sure his sheets got washed and his clothes
were clean.  After a few hours, he would always return, horny and eager for
sex and I would always accommodate him, laying there while he stuck his
huge cock up my now accepting butthole.  Stevey was able to "enjoy his cake
and eat it too".  I felt slightly used, but as soon as that huge penis was
inside me, I felt lucky and adoring.
	The last day we were together, we were lounging around the lake
near Yellow House.  There were several dozen boys out that day, all of them
still paired up with their mates and all of them wearing T-shirts and
shorts: pretty much standard wear around Yellow.  I watched them jealously,
seeing how they held hands and giggled with each other, talking and loving,
occasionally sneaking a private kiss with their mate.  They were all happy
and the love between them was quite evident.  I was jealous of all of them,
noticing that Stevey seemed to be walking farther from me than normal and
that his eyes were watching the other boys with obvious attraction.  I
could tell that he had another erection and that he wanted to mate some
more, but he made no effort to take me into the woods the way he had only
the week before.
	The boy couples intermingled happily with each other, all of them
apparently proud of their lovers.  Eyes were beginning to stray more and
more as the mating season wore down, but they all still seemed to be
contented with the lovers they had... all except for Stevey, that is.
	We came across two boys near the lake that I hadn't met before.
The older one knew Stevey, however, and called us over.  He was a really
cute youth of fourteen, tall on his long legs and with a smooth, adorable
face of happy puberty.  He introduced himself to me as Todd and smiled down
at me in a way that made me blush and smile.  He had very light brown hair,
though he was wearing a baseball cap, and pale blue eyes.  I could tell
just by looking at him that he was Kovz Boy because his long legs and arms
were smooth and completely hairless, not even the little silver hairs of
other boys marred the soft tan of his skin.
	"This is my boyfriend, Matty," he introduced us to his companion.
Matty was considerably smaller and younger than Todd, no more than twelve
years old.  He was, however, equally cute and equally happy.  He had dark
brown hair and deep brown eyes, was the same height as me and, like Todd,
was obviously a Kovz Boy.  Todd, who stood a full eight inches taller than
his immature lover, had his arm wrapped around the kid's shoulders and
Matty's was wrapped around Todd's waist.  I was even more jealous than I
had been: jealous of both of them for the easy love they shared and jealous
that Matty had a mate who was so affectionate.
	"You're Kelvin, aren't you?" the younger boy grinned toothily.  I
realized with a slight smile that the twelve year old was holding his penis
through his shorts and massaging it gently as he looked at me.  This was
pretty common behavior for twelve year olds who were still a little overtly
attracted to their own penises.  I did it myself almost all the time, no
more aware of doing it than Matty was probably aware that he was doing it.
It feels nice to young boys and no one in Kovzland was likely to think
badly of us for showing it.
	I nodded and smiled at the adorable boy until he blushed and
giggled.  I never could help but fall in love with boys I was jealous of.
	"Are you guys going swimming?" Todd asked.
	"Nah, " Stevey shrugged.  "We're just walking."
	Todd looked between the two of us with an uncertain smile, as if
gauging our relationship.  He looked like a really nice boy and was so cute
I felt like gazing into his happy face forever.
	We ended up hanging around on the beach with the two boys for quite
a while.  Todd and Stevey spent most of the time talking with each other
while Matty and I talked and kicked a soccer ball back and forth.  The boy
was fondling himself every chance he got, so much so that I started to feel
a little embarrassed.  Nonetheless, I felt such affection and jealousy for
him that I wanted to be just like him and I found my own hand feeling
between my legs almost as much.  Penises were great.  Our conversation
lapsed into more giggles than talk as we watched each other fondling
ourselves, letting them go just long enough to kick the ball back.  I
started getting really horny and Matty seemed to be the same.  I started to
fantasize about making love to him and I was pretty sure that he wanted to
do it with me.  I was definitely willing; he was a cute boy and I knew he
was just as immature as I was.
	"Come on," the boy suddenly smiled, bending over and scooping up
the ball.  He started running over to where Todd and Stevey were laying on
the grass and I excitedly followed after him.  I knew what was coming next.
	As he neared his older boyfriend, Matty tossed the ball on the
grass and fell onto the youth's body.  Todd giggled and lay on his back,
letting the smaller kid crawl up between his legs, his hands already
starting to pet the boy's body through his T-shirt.  Matty kissed him and
lay on top of him giggling as Todd's long arms wrapped around the boy and
hugged him.  I stood watching jealously, knowing Stevey would never let me
lay on him that way in public.  Matty kept giggling and I could see him
wiggling his hips on top of Todd.  The older boy's hands rubbed across the
little boy and smiled up into his innocent face.
	"Are you ready to go back?" he smiled.  Matty giggled and nodded
eagerly, still gently humping.  "Okay, come on," Todd grinned, moving the
boy off of him and standing up together.  They held hands and Todd looked
down at Stevey.
	"We gotta go," he smiled happily, a little blush on his smooth
cheeks.
	"Okay," Stevey's voice cracked.  "I'll see you later." I watched as
my lover started to stand up and realized with a fright that the two lovers
were going to leave without us.
	"See you Kelvin," Todd smiled at me, wrapping his arm around the
thin shoulders of the little boy beside him.  Matty was snuggling up close
to the tall boy, fondling his penis and hugging Todd's waist.
	"Can we come to?" I heard my childish voice blurting out as they
started to turn away.
	Todd looked back in mild surprise but a sweet smile was still on
his face.  Matty blushed back at me for a second but seemed far more
interested in his boyfriend now.  "Sure, if you want to," the older boy
smiled.
	I looked eagerly at Stevey, hoping that he would be as eager to
have foursome with the other boys as I was.  "I was going to go shooting,"
Stevey shrugged with a bored sigh.  The huge mound in his shorts was
impressive and showed the full length of his thirteen inch erection
sticking up beneath his T-shirt.  Kovz.  Like he didn't want to have sex.
	"Come on, Stevey... " I whined, ready to cry if he refused the
adorable boys' offer.
	He shrugged again.  "You can still go, Kely," he said.  "I'll see
you back at the room."
	"No," I sighed, knowing it wasn't right for me to abandon my lover.
"I'll go too."
	"You can stay here, Kely!" Stevey said emphatically, obviously
irritated with me again.  "Kovz, you don't have to go everywhere I go."
	With that, the skinny, gangly boy turned and started off down the
beach.  I stood watching him for a moment, feeling my face flushing red,
feeling rejected.  When I looked back at the other boys, they were still
standing there waiting.  Matty was snuggling up close to Todd, rubbing his
cheek against Todd's chest through his T-shirt and still holding the penis
in his own shorts.  The older boy was still smiling, but he was looking
sympathetically down at me, obviously understanding how I felt.  "Come on,"
he smiled at me.  He turned and started toward the mansions of Yellow, his
fawning little boy cuddling up beside him.
	I followed after them almost reflexively.  I felt like going off to
cry somewhere, but I didn't want to endure another scene by trying to get
away from the two lovers.  Thus, I followed after them like any third wheel
might.  I suddenly felt like I had no where else to go.
	Todd smiled at me every time the two of them paused on the way to
their love nest but his hands were all over the other little boy.  Matty
seemed almost like a kitten, practically purring as the older boy rubbed
his chest, petted his hair, kissed the top of his head.  This was
completely the opposite of how Stevey treated me in public.  Although he
could be rather tender and adoring in private, he would never let so many
boys see that he cared about me more than as a pesky little brother.  Todd
plainly adored Matty and he was willing to show that to the boy even when
they passed other boys.  The entire way to their room, I didn't see any
other boy who was alone like I was.  Kovz, I should have fallen in love
with an older boy in Yellow.
	As soon as they were in the room, Matty broke from Todd and flung
himself on the bed.  He lay on it with his pale, slender legs parted, his
small arms laying back against the bedspread.  He was giggling excitedly
and grinning up at Todd with a toothy grin.  His T-shirt came down below
his shorts and I couldn't see a pulsing mound there, but I knew the kid had
an erection.
	Todd walked slowly toward him, smiling down at the vulnerable child
with affection and love.  He didn't close the door behind him and I
followed him in and closed it myself.  Neither of them seemed to remember I
was there as Todd crawled up on top of the smaller boy and mounted his
little body.  He supported his weight on his knees and elbows so he didn't
crush the little kid and his lips went to Matty's and started kissing them,
his beautiful round buttocks moving rhythmically up and down between the
twelve year old's legs.  I watched their adorable bodies with fascination,
my fingers holding the little erection in my shorts.  Their legs looked so
smooth and soft as they lay against each other, both of them bare footed.
The position made Todd's legs look even longer and his feet even bigger
against those of the smaller boy.  Todd's hips were moving so tenderly and
so seductively on top of Matty and his lips were so gentle as they kissed
the boy's face and lips that I was totally transfixed.  I had never seen
two boys making such exquisite love to each other.  Having sex, yes, but
not like this, not with so much love and tenderness.  Kovz, I was jealous.
	There was an armchair off against the wall and I felt myself
gravitating toward it.  I couldn't let go of my erection as I lowered
myself into it, still gazing at the young lovers.  My penis felt pleasant
but I knew it didn't feel as good as theirs did.  I swallowed as I let my
fingers slip up one of the leg holes to my shorts, feeling the smooth,
hairless skin between my legs against my fingertips.  I panted a little
when I finally touched my naked little erection and started petting along
it.  It felt as hard as ever.  As usual, I was wearing very baggy shorts
with very short leggings.  It was easy to pull the leg up and slip my hand
against my three inch cock, easy to masturbate myself even without pulling
my shorts down.  I didn't start masturbating though, just kept petting my
penis and scrotum, enjoying the feel of it as I watched the boys making
love.
	Matty and Todd had been mating as long as Stevey and I had but
their affection for each other was plainly undiminished.  Their hands knew
where to touch each other and they were both equally comfortable about
doing it together.  Matty was still giggling but it was a happy giggle, not
an embarrassed one.  Ms pretty face looked totally enraptured of his mature
lover and he kissed the older boy with as much love as Todd demonstrated.
I could see Todd's thin shoulders rippling beneath his T-shirt as he
supported his weight on the smaller boy, still pressing his shorts against
Matty's with gentle, rhythmic caresses.  He was staling as his lips pressed
against Matty's baby soft cheeks and I was enchanted when I saw the older
boy's tongue licking Matty's lips before slipping between them into the
child's mouth.
	After kissing and humping for several minutes, Todd sat up
straddling the small boy's hips.  Ms big hands gently rubbed up and down on
Matty's chest through his T-shirt and I could see his slender legs rippling
as he continued to rub his butt up and down on the younger boy's erection.
They smiled at each other with such love that I again felt a pang of
jealousy.  I could feel my fingers starting to stroke on my small, hairless
boyhood, though I wasn't squeezing it tightly enough to really be
masturbating.  It felt really good, nonetheless and eased some of the
loneliness I felt.
	Matty's lips and chin were glistening with Todd's saliva and the
little boy was giggling happily.  Ms small hands were rubbing on Todd's
bare thighs and I could see the older boy trying to pull his T-shirt up
from between his butt and Matty's cock.  With a little bit of wiggling, he
managed to free the hem and lifted it high enough for Matty's belly button
to appear.  The small boy was wearing a very baggy shirt and I was a little
surprised by how slender his belly looked beneath it.  His flesh was
exquisite, however, pale, but very soft and boyish looking.  He had a very
light layer of baby fat that made it look even softer and concealed the
firmness of his abdomen beneath.  The heals of Todd's hands rested against
the baby soft boy as he slid the T-shirt higher.  It was baggy enough that
he didn't need to have Matty sit up as he bared the smaller boy's ribs and
even his little chest.
	There was nothing terribly mentionable about Matty's body.  It
looked like any normal boy's would at his age with scarcely any muscle and
with barely visible ribs.  Laying down, there were no mounds where his
chest was and his skin ran soft and smooth from the top of his shorts up to
his collar bones. His nipples were very little and childishly pink,
adorable against his almost white skin.  As the hem of the T-shirt cleared
them, Todd's long body doubled over and he devoured the little boy's
nipples in tender, gentle lips.  I could see him sucking each of the little
things in turn, could see Matty's smooth skin pulled gently from his body,
could see Todd's lips kiss across the boy's little chest.  All of this Todd
did with the same loving affection and Matty's pretty boy face beamed with
the love he felt from the older boy.
	Although he had no visible muscles, Matty's little chest didn't
look hard nor did it ripple as if the skin was just covering his ribs.
When I was laid flat on my back, that's how my chest looked.  Matty was
very slender, but he wasn't skinny.  He had, rather, a very well developed
body for a boy his age, healthy and well fed, but too young for muscular
development and too active for any significant baby fat.  Combined with the
soft perfection of his skin, he was really attractive.
	Todd stopped kissing him and the boy, accustomed to making love to
the older boy, sat up enough to have his T-shirt worked up his back and to
his neck.  The two boys struggled to get Matty's arms wiggled through, but
they managed it and Todd pulled it over the boy's cute face.  Now, the boy
was even more adorable, his little chest bared and his pretty face blushing
innocently beneath a mop of disheveled brown hair.  Todd smiled down at him
as he put his T-shirt aside and Matty raised his arms overhead to bare his
little armpits.  The older boy descended on them, kissing and licking the
smooth, hairless skin and making the little boy giggle delightedly.  I
wondered again why underarms were so captivating particularly when they
were still too immature for hair or even perspiration.  I imagined that
older boys liked them so much because they would be an early sign of a
boy's becoming a man and that we little ones liked having them kissed and
petted so much because it tickled and made us think about sex.  At any
rate, Matty plainly liked having his licked and Todd liked licking them.
What's more, I liked watching and fondled my little erection with greater
pleasure.
	Several minutes passed as Todd's lips and tongue continued making
love to the boy's underarms, chest and nipples.  Matty just lay giggling
the whole time and Todd's tall, thin body kept moving up and down on the
younger boy's erection.  I could see Todd's hands holding Matty's slender
abdomen and belly, feeling up and down on them as he kissed his body.
	Neither boy said anything during this foreplay and all I could hear
was the smacking and slurping sounds of Todd's mouth, the soprano giggles
of Matty, and the heavy breathing from both of them.  I could also hear the
faint sound of my fingers rubbing my little penis and the sound of my
shorts rubbing against my hand, but these sounds weren't loud enough for
the other boys to hear.  The armchair was big enough that I was practically
laying down on it and my free hand was soon reaching up under my T-shirt
and was rubbing across my skinny belly as I fondled myself They were
spending so much time on foreplay and were so astonishingly beautiful as
they did it, that I knew I would have to masturbate.  I was struggling to
keep from doing it too quickly.  I was experienced enough to know that
Matty was going to have his penis sucked off and I wanted to have an orgasm
at the same time that he did.
	The experienced lovers didn't have to speak as Todd sat up and slid
his firm butt lower on Matty's bare thighs.  His saliva glistened on the
small boy's chest and underarms and looked beautiful on the soft, pale
skin.  They exchanged only a brief smile as the older boy's hands took hold
of Matty's shorts.  I felt my heart beating faster immediately and felt my
fingers finally starting to masturbate my penis.  It felt so good I started
panting in astonishment, but neither boy seemed to notice.  They were both
looking down as Todd pulled Matty's shorts down.
	Like me, Matty wasn't wearing underwear and his adorable penis
appeared looking very much like my little boyhood.  It was a little longer,
perhaps three and a half inches, but was very little thicker.  It was the
same pale white in color and had a very similar penis head, shining a
bright, mirror-like purple with a tiny slit at the tip.  The head was
perfectly formed, a little pointed at the end and swelling dramatically
from his shaft in a ridge that ran all around the pale white.  He was
clearly circumcised and his penis head looked as hard and excited as a
child's could be.  Most similar of all was the smooth, hairless beauty of
the skin all around his boyhood, to include the young sack of flesh that
held his small, round testicles.
	The boys giggled as Todd crawled off the boy's legs so he could
pull his shorts all the way off.  Matty, apparently too excited to wait,
immediately started fondling his hairless little erection, wiggling his
legs to hurry Todd up.  Soon the pretty twelve year old was stark naked and
lay on the bed happily caressing his stiff cock and little scrotum.  He
looked so cute doing this that I felt myself squeezing my own boyhood a
little tighter, slowly rubbing the tight skin up and down on it.
	Although I was greatly enchanted with the naked boy, I managed to
tear my eyes away as Todd stood up and started pulling his own T-shirt off.
I was a little surprised to realize that I found his body even more
adorable than Matty's as it appeared before me.  After his shirt cleared
his head, he actually smiled over at me, his blue eyes looking down
delightedly to see me stroking the little boyhood in my shorts.  Kovz, he
was really adorable now.  His hair was messed up from the shirt and the
silky, sandy blond strands looked even cuter.  His cute face had the
obligatory blush of sweetness and looked as soft as a child's.
	Despite his age, he still had a very thin chest and was only a
little more muscular than Matty.  His shoulders were still very slender but
his posture was very good and the round balls of his shoulders were almost
level with the ground.  Both his chest and abdomen looked very long, even
more so because they were so thin.  His chest itself swelled almost
childishly in small mounds of muscle beneath his boyish collar bones, each
mound highlighted by a little brown nipple.  These were quite erect and
little teats poked out from their centers.  Below his muscles, his thin
body was accented by the soft ripples of a beautiful rib cage that didn't
poke out as much as one might expect on so thin a body.  Rather than
skinny, he just looked kind of small, this despite his five foot eight inch
height.  He had a very cute little belly button all the more attractive
because his stomach was so flat and firm looking.  Most delightful of all
was his skin.  The boy obviously spent a fair amount of time in the sun and
he had a beautiful tan.  Not so much brown, but kind of a tannish-orange.
This ran, as any Kovz Boys would, in smooth, baby soft perfection,
blemished only by his little nipples and his cute navel.  I was so
infatuated with him that I forgot to keep masturbating and just lay there
gazing at his body and holding my boyhood in my fingers.
	Matty was gazing at him, too, with a happy, toothy grin.  Unlike
me, however, the excited boy was still stroking on his hairless little
pleasure pole.  He was plainly masturbating actively, rubbing quickly
enough on it that I could hear the faint rhythmic slaps of his fingers
hitting his belly and could tell that he was getting more and more excited
all the time.  He looked so adorable doing this, all the more so with the
tanned, half naked god towering over him.
	Todd was smiling back down at the masturbating twelve year old as
he reached for his own shorts.  These were fairly tight and he had to
wiggle his hips to get them down over his round buttocks.  As tight as the
shorts were, I would have expected his penis to be more visible especially
since it appeared in the full flower of virility and young manhood.  His
six and a half inch cock was already as hard as steel and stuck straight up
as if his slit wanted to look up at his adorable face.  It was a
well-proportioned penis, neither very thick nor very thin.  Instead, it was
the perfect thickness for its mature length.  It looked almost muscular in
its erection with pale blue veins bulging along the pale brown shaft.
These veins were obviously engorging the young thing with hardness, pumping
blood into the sensitive tissues and raising it like a battle standard.
Most boys in puberty and adolescence got erections that were that hard, but
few of them looked so intense about doing it.
	The way his skin clung to his swollen veins it was obvious that he
was circumcised and his penis head formed a beautiful knob of bright purple
at the end.  It looked almost childish in the purity of its purple color
and was so hard that it shined with the light like a mirror.  Needless to
say, the slit was gaping open as if it were looking around the room.  He
was so horny that his entire cock was pulsing up and down and the head
throbbed visibly before my adoring eyes.  It was long enough that it stuck
up almost to his smooth belly button.
	Beneath his cock itself, his maturing testicles hung slightly in a
beautiful, hairless scrotum.  Like his shaft, this too had veins lining it
though they were much smaller and looked violet in thin wiggling lines
around his skin.  The boy had a beautiful bush of pubic hair around the
base of his erection.  It was already curly and looked very mature, though
it still had the soft appearance of young puberty.  The hairs were dark
and, though not exactly thick, there were substantially more of them than
the sparse hairs of less mature boys.  Ms young cock was as beautiful a
testimony to adolescence as Matty's was to childhood.  Seeing them both
together at the same time was extremely exciting to me.
	Matty was grinning at his lover's penis and was still jerking
himself off as Todd knelt over to remove his shorts.  The older boy's
swollen penis head rubbed against his baby soft belly as he bent over on it
and it didn't look at all willing to bend to help him.  Thus, the tall boy
staggered a little and had to lift his feet up to get the shorts off.  When
he stood back up he looked so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off
him.  His adorable blushing face and thin, tanned body looked so young and
innocent and yet his six and a half inch cock stuck straight out pointing
at the ceiling and throbbing so excitedly that it was intensely obvious
what the fourteen year old needed to do.
	His attention was now all on his masturbating little boyfriend and
I felt forgotten again.  I was panting pretty loudly now and my mouth hung
open in worship and envy of their naked beauty.  As I watched Todd's tall,
thin body laying carefully over on top of the hairless Matty, I started
rubbing on my boyhood again and it felt so nice that I let myself moan a
little.
	Matty giggled and let his penis go to hug and caress the naked body
of his lover and teacher.  Todd was awkwardly kissing his forehead and
cheeks, awkwardly because he was so much taller than Matty that it was a
little hard to reach him.  He was laying so that his big, mature young
manhood was resting directly on the smaller boy's hairless little erection.
He was wiggling a little too so that the two organs were rubbing against
each other, a sight that made me ache with adoration.  Kovz, how I wished I
were Matty.
	They continued their foreplay for several more minutes and I felt
my face growing hot and my body hard with pleasure.  Matty looked so small
and pale beneath the gently wiggling body of the naked youth on top of him,
but he was giggling delightedly and his small hands and arms were happily
rubbing up and down on the older boy's thin shoulders and thighs.  I could
see Todd's fibs ripple a little as he moved rhythmically on the naked child
and could see the beauty of his smooth, tanned legs against the twelve year
old's shorter, baby soft ones.  They were so beautiful that I lost all
sense of self restraint and frantically rubbed on my penis as I felt it
throbbing eagerly on the brink of orgasm.
	I was so excited and so in love with the naked lovers that I was
crying with pleasure.  I could hear them both smiling and giggling a little
as they heard me, but my boyhood felt too good to stop.  My high pitched
voice started making crying grunts as my pleasure quickly multiplied and
the warm frantic pleasure of orgasm filled my penis.  I half laid there on
the couch and jerked spasmodically, each jerk accompanied by a flexing
along my erection that would one day propel my sperm into the world.  Now,
all it did was squirt its dry, childish pleasure into my shorts.  I closed
my eyes and cried with the pleasure of my jerking little muscles, enjoying
it more fully than I had any orgasm in weeks.  When the greatest peaks of
pleasure finally started to leave my hard penis, I could feel my young body
relaxing and could feel the warm relaxation of passion ease from my limbs.
	I lay there panting with my eyes closed for what seemed like a long
time, rubbing more slowly on my hairless erection.  I felt good and happy
and could tell that my prepubescent body still had a strong desire to mate
with another boy.  This reminded me of the two young lovers and I opened my
eyes.
	Todd was still laying on top of Matty, but his body was sliding
lower as he kissed the kid's bare chest.  Matty's arms were laying loosely
back against the bedspread again and he was laying there grinning as the
older boy kissed his soft skin.  Todd was now supported up on his knees
enough that his big cock was stick up along his belly beneath his body.  It
was still rock hard and straight as a pole and I could still see it
throbbing eagerly above the twelve year old's smooth thighs.  I lay there
caressing my erection and watched as the older boy moved lower on Matty's
naked body, kissing his ribs and his belly button.  I could see Matty's
hairless boyhood pulsing excitedly and knew that the stiff little meat was
soon going to be in Todd's mouth.
	Todd's lips descended lower on the boy's lower tummy and
affectionately kissed the smooth, hairless skin surrounding Matty's young
wiener.  I watched in envy as his tongue slipped out and started licking
the prepubescent skin, entranced as he started licking the little cock
itself Matty giggled delightedly and lay prone and vulnerable on the bed,
scarcely moving as he gave Todd full access to his innocence.  I could feel
my own penis already starting to throb again just looking at them and I
wished that Todd would hurry up and suck the child off just so I could stop
staring at his slimy tongue licking between the boy's small legs.
	Soon, the effect on Matty started to become evident and I could
hear his own childish cries sounding between his excited pants and immature
giggles.  Still, Todd just kept making long licks up the child's hairless
little testicles and slowly up his three and a half inch erection.  Matty's
cock was glistening with saliva and his little penis head was a shiny, pale
purple knob of boyish excitement and pleasure.  It looked so excited I
couldn't believe the boy wasn't having an orgasm already.  It seemed like
Todd lapped up the young erection for several minutes and I kept wishing
he'd start sucking on it and finish the child off.
	Instead, however, just as Matty's cries started to reach a fevered
pitch of soprano innocence, Todd's tall naked body suddenly crawled up and
startled the little kid's thighs again.  Grinning so big I knew he was near
orgasm, Matty instantly took his slimy boyhood in his own fingers and
started masturbating again.  Todd, grinning just as happily and with his
baritone voice moaning openly, instantly grasped the big cock sticking up
between his legs in a young fist and started jerking it off.
	By this time they were both so excited that their naked bodies
instantly started to tighten with excited muscles.  Todd's ribs appeared as
he awkwardly started to hump slightly on his knees, his fist making long,
quick tugs on his cock.  I could see his thin shoulders and small shoulder
blades rippling and could see the muscles flexing along his forearms as he
squeezed his tight skin up and down his erection.  I-Es small chest looked
flat but beautiful, the small nipples still sticking out as the only
decoration on his smooth, tanned skin.
	Matty's little erection was too small to fit in a fist and the
child was frantically rubbing it between his thumb and two fingers.  It
still looked slimy with Todd's saliva, but the boy was squeezing it tightly
enough that I could see the skin rubbing up and down on it.  It looked so
incredible innocent, pale and childish and the twelve year old was
obviously enjoying it immensely.  Ms body didn't tighten as much as most
boys' did before climaxing, but it did jerk pretty powerfully when his
orgasm finally peaked.  Es legs were pinned beneath Todd's small butt, but
I could see his muscles exploding in childish little jerks and could hear
the bed shaking frantically as they did so.  I-Es high pitched voice was
grunting as frantically as his muscles were flexing and he looked very
beautiful that way.
	Needless to say, his hairless little penis didn't ejaculate an the
boy plainly didn't expect it to. The look on his cute face was pure joy,
however, and all the time he was climaxing his deep brown eyes were gazing
at Todd with pure adoration.  Ms boyhood was so young and sensitive that he
couldn't keep rubbing on it and he let it go just as his muscles started to
relax.  He Jay there with his small chest rising and falling and watched as
Todd's turn came.
	Like Matty, Todd grinned and gazed into his lover's eyes the whole
time.  His fist was a blur on his big cock and his thin body was moving
oddly, muscles tightening uncertainly, struggling to hump back and forth.
His small butt seemed to tighten and un-tighten, too, as it lay moving up
and down on Matty's thin legs.  I could see the smooth skin of his scrotum
as his stroking rhythmically raised and lowered his young jewels within
them and I could see his young bush of curly brown pubic hair in silhouette
against his otherwise smooth belly.
	He had a beautiful orgasm, with muscles and ribs rippling his
perfect skin with passion.  Us young voice sang his pleasure through hisses
of air and it started to grunt frantically as he climaxed.  His entire body
clenched tightly just as the orgasm hit and started shuddering
convulsively.  He kept stroking on his gorgeous penis and I was delighted
to see Matty's small hand come to rest on Todd's thigh, the cute boy
smiling up at his mature lover and watching his pleasure.  I could see his
smile break into a grin as Todd's cock suddenly released his seed in a
powerful stream of milky love.  I-Es penis was as strong as it looked and
the fourteen year old's sperm excitedly squirt his orgasm so hard that it
sailed over Matty's pretty face and landed on the pillow.  His cock was
still pointing upward and he didn't minimize his pleasure by pointing it at
the cute kid.  Instead, he just stroked it and let it squirt where it
wanted to.  The second ejaculation was even more powerful than the first
and I stared in astonishment as it splattered against the wall where I
could see other evidence of his earlier orgasms with the child.  Some
droplets of sperm didn't go so far and Matty awkwardly closed his eyes as
sprinkles landed on his cheeks and tenderly decorated his smooth little
chest.  It was a good thing his eyes were closed because Todd's third
ejaculation landed almost totally in Matty's brown hair and around his
nose.  The kid's teeth were clenched but he was grinning ear to ear and I
knew that a few drops were reaching his lips and small mouth.  The fourth,
like the third, splattered into the boy's face and Todd's sperm was soon
running in rivulets down Matty's thin neck and back into his hair and ears.
	I watched intently as the fifth load spurted out with less force,
leaving a trail of mature semen down the smaller boy's chest and abdomen.
The sixth was even weaker and after it Todd's sperm ran out his lovely
penis head, trickled over his fingers and dripped down on Matty's small
scrotum.
	Todd was obviously very virile, though not so much as some other
boys I'd seen.  In all, he'd ejaculated about three tablespoons of sperm.
Stevey had been ejaculating more than half a cup.  Nonetheless, as his
adorable body started to relax, he'd left his little lover fairly well
covered with his seed and left wet reminders on the wall and pillow as
well.  All in all, a very virile boy.
	He smiled down at Matty, still holding his gifted young cock as it
softened.  Matty, still grinning, was awkwardly trying to wipe the sperm
from his eyes so he could open them, an activity that I found intensely
adorable particularly since he licked his fingers after each wipe and left
smeared remnants of semen along his smooth cheeks.  By the time he could
look up at Todd, the older boy was recovered enough that he could lay down
on Matty and the fourteen year old was soon laying on top of the child,
this time with his sperm joining their beautiful chests together.  They
kissed on the lips and Todd rubbed his cheeks against Matty's, smearing the
sperm still more but taking enough of it onto himself that it stopped
running into the boy's hair anymore.
	Both boys' penises got soft and Todd made sure to rub them against
each other as he joined his boyfriend in a long period of post play.  I was
still hard as a rock and was still fingering my hairless erection tenderly.
It ached a little from so much prolonged excitement, but it felt nice, too.
It was still erect when the boys had loved each other enough to remember
me.
	They were both so slimy with sperm that they wanted to take a bath
and I was delighted when they invited me to take one with them.  Although
they plainly remained intensely in love with each other, they were
certainly talented at letting a new boy share in their pleasure and I was
treated to their talents when they both went down on my boyhood at the same
time, bringing me to an orgasm that I wouldn't soon forget.
	I left them with a continuing ache of jealousy and wondered if I
would ever have a boy who was as in love with me as they were with each
other.  I walked back to Baby Blue, feeling physically satisfied, but
emotionally depleted.
	Stevey and I never said good-bye and never looked back.  We never
slept with each other again.  He was not in our room when I returned and he
didn't come back that night.  Knowing that our relationship was over, I
gathered up my few belongings and moved back to the palace.
	I did see him again (the island wasn't that big) but the intense
desire that I'd felt for him that season never returned.  There was a
nostalgic affection that still existed and always would, but Stevey was, by
nature, a shy and embarrassed boy and, even when we talked later on, it was
difficult to believe that we'd shared that month of passion together.
Every year, Stevey would launch into some deep, sexual relationship with
some other boy, sometimes a hairless little kid, sometimes a more mature
boy of fifteen or sixteen; after the mating season, however, he always
returned to being the same shy, nervous boy he had been when I'd first
fallen in love with him.
	I should note that I wasn't immune to these seasonal infatuations
anymore than Stevey was.  Every year around that time I became enchanted
with some boy or another and we'd spend those weeks in all forms of sexual
extremism with each other.  Rarely, however, did I ever mate with a boy as
reclusive and self-protective as Stevey was.  Every boyfriend I had later
on remained a fairly good friend even after our mating passions had
subsided.  Stevey and I always remained friends, but we never shared the
depths of our souls that we had shared with each other and never made love
to each other again.  I guess that's why I remember him so
well... Well... that and that huge cock of his...
	As for Matty and Todd, their relationship took on the opposite
extreme of Kovz Boy mating and continued on from that mating season onward.
Matty grew up over the next few years and they shared his puberty but both
seemed to like him as a younger boy and he generally stayed immature from
then on.  The only notable exception was when they decided to mate for real
about fifty years after my day with them.  Matty grew just old enough to
ejaculate which, for him, was just as his peach fuzz sprouted.  After that,
they began a century of reproducing, eventually siring a hundred and forty
three boys together, a Kovzland record.  In all cases, Matty assumed the
motherly duties and nursed the children.  Later, however, he again returned
to prepubescence and their reproducing together stopped.
	Despite their great affection for each other, they still enjoyed
having sex with other boys and, when Matty returned to childhood, Todd
continued fathering babies with other youths sometimes as many as a dozen a
year.  Now, however, I'm getting ahead of myself.  Suffice it for now to
say that Todd and Matty became one of the most noteworthy couples in
Kovzland and became a strong symbol of our more restrained side.