The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Nine: Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails Yeah, it was a terrible society, I smiled the next morning as I lay pillowed on a plush mattress, stretched out between clean, starched sheets, and with more teddy bears than the Prince of Wales gathered around me. Everything we could dream of was provided by the vast stores Potus had left us or by the growing trade relationship between us and the descendants of Potus's former empire. They called themselves the Potusians (which we accepted though it sounded weird to us) and over the past several weeks they had done a great job of establishing a new community on the ruins of the old Kovz City. They had a knack for building as our own fabulous city on the island attested. For their own city, they were more restrained but were quickly building a pleasant town, much nicer than most I had seen. Already they had several dozen houses built around our former ruins. Even these were quickly disappearing, the melted iron and shattered stone used to build their new home. We had begun harvesting herbs almost immediately, though we didn't collect very many while trying to incorporate our growing population. Jonathan Quade was responsible for harvesting the ample herb crop which seemed to grow in every possible place on the island like wild weeds. Gradually, additional boys were added to his team and the crop increased with them. Still, the initial trade with the Potusians was pretty light, our meager harvesting able to pay for little more than free passage of boys from their town to our island. That worked out okay since the stores they had left behind were more than adequate to sustain us for several years even if our population continued to grow at a frantic pace. It would change in the future. One day their big ship would make twice daily trips to the island, bringing new citizens and everything we asked them to bring to us. In the old days, Kovzland had never relied much on trade. There was substantial bounty of food in the surrounding countryside and we didn't wear out our clothes the way some cultures might: we didn't wear them all that much. Though food was plentiful on the island, the stores Potus had provided weren't going to last forever and, with our new additions, there were greater desires for material possessions and things that Kovzland was not designed to provide. We didn't work, at least not in any way that most people would recognize as being work. We just played. I have to believe that if boys (and a few wise young men like Calvin) ran the governments, religions, schools and other social institutions in any of our planet's great cities, their work week, like ours, would have been no more than ten hours a week. The only reason anyone anywhere ever works more is sheer greed or sheer conspicuous consumption. I sighed these thoughts away. Besides our powerful herbs and potions, Kovzland had other natural resources, namely its boys. After reveling in an excess of sex with virgin boys the day before, I had spent the previous day being a proper and good host to my inexperienced little charges. It didn't matter a great deal. I had had sex with little Bobby, Dean DeGrande, Troy Carmical and Daniel Wyer and all four of them had learned about the other opportunities with enjoyable ease. Bobby, for example, whose extremely young years made him instantly popular with the others, was already well established with Prince Kelly. It didn't take long for him to get the other deflowered virgins into exchanges with the other members of the Royal Family. The young princes were having a field day of immature boy bodies. I was given cause to understand, in fact, that Prince Robby had already seduced Lee Wan and Tracey Gallagher, quickly removing them from my list of boys that I had to introduce to sex. I had assigned the virgins out, of course, making my job somewhat easier, so Robby's willingness to "adopt" the two twelve year olds certainly caused me no loss of sleep (probably gave me a few extra hours, in fact). There was only one boy that I had to finish introducing to our ways: John Dougher, the one boy whom I had steadfastly refused to allow any other boy to touch before I did. I had wanted to reserve Kirk Delaney for myself as well but he was, undoubtedly, the prettiest boy in the lot, frankly one of the prettiest boys I'd ever seen. By giving him to Prince Tod, I expected that any criticisms about my handling of the draft would be averted. Not that John was any slouch. He was really adorable with only Troy and perhaps Dean coming close to challenging him after the absolute perfection of Kirk was taken away. I had had Troy and Dean both. Seemed only fair to let Kirk slip by for now if for no other reason than the fact that I was perceptively certain that he and I would share other times together. The boys had already been there for two days and there was only one more before the other five boys (the more experienced ones) were to join them at the palace the day before the draft. I wasn't so worried about the short time frame remaining to seduce John before the draft; I mean, if anyone of my experience couldn't seduce a pubescent twelve year old boy in twenty-four hours, well, he really wasn't worth his salt. The simple fact was that I knew if I didn't get to John soon, perhaps within a few hours, someone else would be sure to snatch him up. He was just too cute to pass up for long, no matter what rules I'd staked out. I looked forward to it as I showered that morning, my hairless boner sticking out straight and eager. It had already had a full day to recover from the four virgins, now it was more than ready to play some more. I may have been a pretty young boy still, but I was clearly well on my way to young manhood, a fact I delighted in as I rubbed soap around my body and gazed adoringly at my three inch erection. Even dreaming of John, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing the stiff young thing and rubbing on it myself If I'd been wise, I'd have lowered the temperature of the shower; I was just a boy, however, and I liked being horny when I knew I would soon have such an adorable playmate. I managed to get back to the room with my little boner intact and I giggled at it as it swung stiffly as I walked. I felt really good and delighted in holding up a variety of outfits to see if they were what I wanted to wear, giggling as I let each and every one rub across my penis until it was glowing red with excitement. My little testicles ached just a bit from the continuing excitement, but it was nothing compared to the ticklish pleasure of the silks and cottons I caressed the shiny, purple head with. I'd been with enough boys by this time to be fully aware how much smaller my immature boyhood was than theirs, but I liked mine a lot anyway. I finally settled on wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top that was much too big for me. It came down almost to my knees, the neck line and underarm holes coming so low as to leave little to the imagination. It looked silly, but sexy too and I felt very cute in it. I was sitting on the bed tying my white high top tennis shoes when there was a knock on the door. I yelled for them to come in and Calvin stepped into the room. "Hey, little guy," he said closing the door behind him. "Hi, Cal," I smiled up at him. He was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt that clung tightly enough to show off his well-muscled body. He was six foot, two, of course, and twenty years old by our reckoning. I was a skinny little boy. Calvin was a full-bodied young man. "What's up?" "How's it going so far?" he smiled. "Pretty good," I grinned, blushing a little, too. No doubt Cal had heard all the rumors about the "progress" we'd made with the draftees. "Cool. I did some checking into that problem you wanted me to look into." "Which one?" I asked, confused. Everything was going great! "Well, you said you thought that little boy should go back to White..." "Oh, yeah..." I blushed real brightly now realizing that he was talking about little Bobby Lauren. Kovz, he seemed to be fitting in real well as things had worked out. "We can do it, or rather you can. It's kind of an obscure rule we developed about fifteen hundred years ago. Under the rules, the Guardian of the Draft can send anybody back, no questions asked." "You're kidding?" "Nope." "I thought only the Guardian of White could do that, or the King, of course." "No. We only used the rule once, that's why everyone's forgotten about it. We just left it up to the Guardian of Baby Blue. If he said the boy was ready, we let him go. "So, you're saying I can send Bobby back to White?" "Yep. If you still want to..." I blushed again. Calvin knew full well that it was I myself who'd first made love to the little nine year old. "Well..." my soprano voice stammered in embarrassment, "he seems to be doing real well..." Calvin shrugged. "Yeah, he does..." "...and he already knows too much to send back to White..." "Well, that's not too important anymore. We can wipe out his memory." "I thought we couldn't do that anymore." "At first we couldn't, but Jonathan's been studying pretty hard. He's managed to find some of the herbs that make up the potion. We've tested it. It will work." "Oh..." I didn't know if I liked this turn of events. Having deflowered the little boy myself, I'd really look like a jerk if I sent him back to White now. "Well," I finally shrugged my skinny shoulders in the huge tank top, "as long as things are working so well, I guess it doesn't matter that much." Calvin shrugged, too. "He could end up in Purple," he pointed out. I shook my head. "He won't. I happen to know that Blue has the first round pick. I can talk to Prince Tod. He'll take him just to protect Bobby." Calvin sniffed at this, obviously not interested in forcing my decision. "Okay. You wanted me to check." "Yeah, thanks. It might be important someday." "So where are you off to now?" the young man grinned as I stood up in my silly looking outfit. I giggled despite myself. "John Dougher." "Ah," Calvin smiled approvingly. "You do know how to pick them." "But I didn't do Kirk," I replied, clearly too quickly and too defensively. Calvin cocked in eyebrow at me and, after struggling for a moment for a sharp answer, all I could do was blush and giggle at getting caught. "He was down at the gym a while ago," Calvin smiled at me. "Have a good time." "Calvin..." I stopped him when he started to exit. "Why don't you ever want to have the new boys? I'd have given you any of the boys if you'd asked... even Kirk." The young man laughed for a moment, then shrugged his broad shoulders. "I don't know," he confessed. "They're very cute, Kel, don't get me wrong, but... I guess I just like being with someone I can talk to on an equal plain." "I can talk to them," I said before I realized what I was confessing to. Cal smiled. "It's a boy's game at your age, Kel. It's just different for me. A boy's first time should be with another boy, not a man." "Maybe with the right man," I said. "I bet you'd be really good for a little boy." He shrugged. "Who knows, Kel. Maybe I am sometimes. You have fun, now, okay?" "Yes sir," I smiled, giving a big salute that made one of the straps of the tank top slip over my skinny shoulder and expose half my little chest. Calvin laughed and exited. It didn't take long to find John thanks to Cal's tip. The boy was in the palace gym with what seemed to be most of the younger boys in the palace, including most of the princes. He was playing full court basketball with other boys of similar age. They had five on a team already so I picked up a ball and stood at the side watching them. There's something very intriguing about watching a bunch of eleven to thirteen year old boys playing basketball, something that's even more intriguing in Kovzland. The first point is that there are few things in life more clumsy and awkward than a boy entering puberty. That tends to make basketball a rather comedic affair. Puberty played such a role, in fact, that it wasn't at all strange to see younger boys playing better than the ones who had already started their growth spurt. That was particularly noticeable with the boys playing that day. The most graceful boy on the court was Scott Mahrey, the skinny nine year old President of White. He was on the skins team and it wasn't just his grace that caught my attention. The other fact about the boys was also directly related to puberty and that was the electric tension that seemed to spark between them almost constantly. These boys were, after all, boys who hung out at the palace and all of them, with the exception of Dean DeGrande, Kai Gilmore and John Dougher, were thoroughly versed in the ways of boy love. Even Dean and Kai had received their initiation. Thus, though the boys tried to play basketball in their clumsy, awkward way, they were also extremely attracted to each other and there was as much awkward pubescent flirting as there was exercise in the games. The shirts-skins method of playing worked well into this. I mean, the island was flooded with color-coded clothing. It would have been extremely easy to outfit both teams in appropriate, contrasting team colors. But that just wasn't done in Kovzland. Having at least half the boys go topless was part of our own special society, a secret way to keep the thought of nudity and sex on young minds. John was wearing a gray T-shirt and gray gym shorts, a fact that neither added nor detracted from his beauty. The only thing worth mentioning about his outfit was that wearing one of the colors of the Great Houses so blatantly while going through the draft could easily be interpreted as a sign that he was already committed to joining one. It might have meant nothing, of course: boys going through the draft had access to all manner of colors and clothing. It might just be that he liked the color. Still, I found myself hoping that he was attracted to Gray. It was a nice house, one with a lot of really sweet boys in it. It was a perfect one for a boy like John. After spending an obligatory time appreciating the beauty of the other young players, my eyes finally settled on my duty as he ran with the others. I can't say that he was one of the more graceful players. Though he was among the smallest boys there, he was also very clearly affected with puberty. He was only about five feet tall, but his feet and hands were enormous for his size, frequently causing him to stumble, to over-reach, to fumble with the ball. No one teased him about this awkwardness: they were all sharing the same problem. His light brown hair was a little wet around the ends, but the boy's underarms weren't sweating at all nor was his T-shirt at all wet. He had a beautiful face, with a small nose and smooth skin. His eyes were blue -- no, not the "baby blue" of fame, but a surprisingly deep blue, large like a child's. His hair itself was thick but very soft looking. It hung down into his eyes in front even though he kept it pushed to the side, hung down over his ears and all the way down his neck to his slender shoulders. This made his face look all the more adorable, filled with a baby soft innocence. His skin held a natural tanned look, pale, but more brown than pink. His T-shirt was properly fitted to his slender frame, neither clinging tightly enough to appreciate his muscles nor baggy enough to appreciate the contours where the cotton draped around his body. He looked very cute in it, innocently showing the boyish size of his body, small and well proportioned for his height. At the same time, it left his arms bare showing very soft looking skin. His arms themselves, though long and slender, were relatively plump and didn't show any muscles or the slightest silver fuzz. Even his biceps didn't look terribly muscular. His hands looked somewhat less childish with long, slim fingers. His legs were equally soft and beautiful looking between the hem of his gray shorts and the top of his white sweat socks. Like his arms, they were still very smooth and hairless and the lightly tanned coloring gave him the pale brown softness that I adored so much in boys. His knees weren't at all bony. Apart from his long fingers, only his feet revealed the blossoming puberty of his body. They weren't as grotesquely overgrown as some of the slightly more mature boys were but they did look quite large for a boy so small. I had a pretty long wait while the boys finished their game, time I spent imagining what John would look like naked. He didn't look old enough to have pubic hair but I knew enough boys to know that size and facial appearance could be deceiving. I noticed also that he had an easy, relaxed smile that made him look even cuter. Even when some of the other boys got angry at their own awkwardness, John just smiled calmly and continued playing. I noticed that he had a rosy blush to his cheeks that never faded, giving him a very sweet, innocent appearance. By the time the boys finished their game, I was totally infatuated with him. Fortunately for me, John's team won so I had a chance to try out for the challenging team. This consisted of shooting free throw shots: first five to make it got to play. Even though the court was boy-sized, a free throw shot was still a major challenge for a boy like me who wasn't terribly athletic. Fortunately, only one of the other boys was any less challenged. He made it his first try. It took three more rounds before we had a team. I was the last of the five and blushed a little as I stripped out of my tank top. You had to be a real lover of little boys to be terribly attracted to my twelve year old body. Don't get me wrong, I thought I was very cute, but if a boy liked muscles or even the normal slimness of young boys, I was certainly too skinny to get much notice. My chest barely swelled at all and my little rib cage swelled along my thin torso even when I didn't raise my skinny arms. Needless to say, my overall build was non-existent, my shoulders very small and my whole body running straight up and down -- nothing even resembling a "V". To my credit, I thought I had very cute nipples, very small and a nice color against my skin. I thought my abdomen was cute too because, though thin, it was very firm and very flat, with what I thought was a cute little belly button. Finally, even I had to admit that I had extremely smooth, soft skin, the kind that you could see as well as feel. I wasn't very tanned, even after the time I'd spent naked in the sun- instead, my skin was a pale flesh color. Some boys liked that, but I always preferred a nice tan... about exactly the color of John's arms and legs. Anyway, if my bare chest embarrassed me a little for its shortcomings, I liked it and enough other boys did that I wasn't terribly averse to showing it off. Overall, though, I knew it was my yellow hair and boyish face that made me so popular with the others. There are some boys, even twelve and thirteen year olds, who have amazingly perfect bodies. By that I don't mean to say it's what everyone wants to sleep with, but they were the kind that, if you checked off everything a male body at that age would ideally be, these boys would have checks all the way down it. Such was the body of the boy who'd scored his first free-throw so easily: Cort McGregor. As I ran out on the court and saw this boy coming out to join the rest of us, I suddenly felt like scurrying back for a turtle-neck sweater. He was about the same age as me (by our reckoning system) and I knew that he wasn't a lot more developed sexually. I mean, I knew he was just starting to get peach fuzz around his penis and I probably wasn't too far from that myself. He still had hairless underarms and his voice hadn't shown the slightest sign that it was starting to break. Nonetheless, he had this near-perfect body and he had the face and personality to go with it. He was one of those boys who inevitably made me feel hopelessly inadequate. When I was so eager to get John's attention, this was the last thing I needed. The only encouraging thing was that when it came time for the shirts to pick who they were going to guard, young John picked me. It was probably nothing but a desire to guard the skinny little kid, but to me it was an expression of interest -- well, anyway, I wanted to believe that it was. The first time he came up to me he smiled at me from beneath his long, light brown bangs, so beautiful I couldn't do anything but smile and gaze back at him. We didn't exchange any greetings then, but as the game started to progress, we did start to talk a bit, mostly because neither of us was getting as competitive about it as most of the others were. Add to that the fact that neither of us touched the ball all that much and it became a great time just to make friends. Cort was clearly the best player in the game (all that beauty and he was graceful too!) allowing the skins team to win. I didn't score any points, but I didn't really screw up either so I was satisfied. "I guess you get to keep playing," John smiled adorably as he started off the court. "Nah," I said, tagging along after him. "I don't want to." "Hey, where you going? We need you," Cort called behind us. Kovz: Beauty, grace and now he was being flattering to a boy they clearly didn't need. "I'm tired," I smiled back, sticking close to John. "Let somebody else play." "Okay," Cort said. "But we should play again some time." The way he said this made me do a double-take. He stood there holding the ball and smiling at me. He was magnificent in his gym shorts, perfect pubescent chest bare. I felt my face flush. Was he flirting with me? Kovz! I needed to start playing more basketball! "What are you going to do now?" I asked as John went to the wall of the gym. "I guess just wait for the next game," he said. His hair was down in his eyes now which I thought was real sexy. He was about three inches taller than me and smiled down at me, his eyes seeming to glance across my bare chest. "There's other things we can do," I said. "Like what?" His eyes didn't leave me nor did his smile fade. It wasn't a sexual smile, though (I knew what those looked like -- like Cort's). "Lot's of stuff," my bony shoulders shrugged, me wishing I did a better job of planning these things. Man, what was I going to do... John laughed, a cute laugh that showed his perfect teeth, made his eyes twinkle and made his cheeks look rosier. "Okay. What do you want to do?" Okay, let's see... "You wanna go in the sauna?" Okay, it was a little bit direct, but it was the first thing that came to mind. "What's a sauna?" he asked, the beautiful expression on his face not changing in the least. "Come on, I'll show ya'," I said just as casually. I totally forgot about my tank top and John apparently didn't think about it either. We walked down to the boys locker room with me still bare-chested, bantering along and quickly becoming friends. "So, do you know what house you want to join yet?" I asked. The purpose for his being there was common knowledge by that time, even if the lifestyle was still a mystery. The Great Houses were already sneaking in their spies (like Cort from Red), and trying to get to know the draft choices. We could make our rules, but that didn't mean all the boys followed them. I could really only hope that none of the draftees got too much of an education before they were supposed to. John shrugged. "Not really." "Have any of the boys talked to you about it?" "Yeah. Prince Tod and Prince Craig did. They seemed nice." "Yeah," I smiled. "What'd they say?" John shrugged again. "Just that they had a lot of nice boys in their house and that I'd like it there. I don't know how we're suppose to decide. Everyone seems nice." "Yeah," I nodded. When we reached the locker room, I sat down and started untying my shoes. "What are you doing?" John asked. "We have to take our clothes off to go in the sauna," I explained in my most nonchalant voice, which sounded terribly high-pitched and nervous to my guilty ears. "Really?" The boy's smile faltered and he looked a little concerned. "Well, sure," I said. "It's too hot for clothes." "Oh," he replied, his rosy cheeks starting to blush obviously now. He sat down on the bench near me as he pulled his T-shirt off. Not wanting to be too obvious, I didn't watch as he started untying his shoes. Just as he was finishing with this, I stood up bare foot and squirmed my shorts and underwear down. After running around on the basketball court, my boyhood emerged looking smaller and more childish than ever. I didn't have an erection and the small thing was little more than a tiny penis head sitting on a little boy scrotum. My testicles hung down a little more than usual, but I wished my boyhood wasn't so tiny, not when I was trying to seduce a pretty boy. When I turned around, John was looking at it but rather innocently. He giggled as he stood up and pushed his own shorts and underwear down. No doubt his confining underpants had shrunk his penis a bit too, but it was so pretty looking that I didn't care. He was circumcised and his brown penis head hung down on his testicles looking small and innocent. Totally limp, the shaft of his young boyhood was only about an inch long, ridges of smooth skin encircling it. It was paler than his chest and legs as was his lower belly and buttocks where he wore shorts in the sun. His scrotum was very smooth looking and held two small testicles snugly beneath his penis. Most adorable of all was his peach fuzz, for the boy was quite clearly pubescent now. It was very immature, in the first stages of young manhood. It was very light brown in color, very short, very straight and looking very, very soft. There were also very few of the hairs but they were crowded tightly enough around the base of his boyhood to give it a furry appearance. His penis was so beautiful that I found myself smiling boyishly at it until I heard him let out a little giggle. We were facing each other now, both bare naked. When I looked at him, he was blushing like an angel but with an adorable smile on his face, his blue eyes gazing up bashfully from beneath his long, brown bangs. I smiled back up at him, feeling very innocent and boyish just to look at him. Sex didn't seem all that important at the moment; just being naked with him made me feel good. "So, where's the sauna?" his high-pitched voice asked. "Come on," I said with a tip of my head. I led the way and felt the boy plodding along close behind me. When we got to the sauna door, I opened it and a huge cloud of steam billowed out and struck our bare chests. "Hey!" he giggled, lifting his hands to ward off the sudden heat. I giggled, too. "Come on," I said again, leading the way into the wooden room. As John entered, I slipped around him and pulled the door closed again. It was a fairly large sauna with enough room for about twenty boys our size. There were two tiers of wooden benches and I took hold of John's wrist and led him to the upper tier in one of the corners. "Now we sit down." "It's hot," he smiled, taking the seat on one side of the corner while I took the other. This left us facing each other at a ninety degree angle. "Yeah, but it feels good," I said. I sat back on the bench, my legs spread apart. They weren't long enough for my feet to reach the next bench so I swung them back and forth childishly. John did a perfect imitation of me, his legs also too short to reach the lower bench. I smiled happily as my eyes gazed over his naked body, the young boy not seeming at all embarrassed even with his knees parted and his pubescent boyhood laying openly on his small scrotum. "What do we do now?" he asked, again all innocence, no hint that he was suggesting we do anything in particular. I shrugged my skinny shoulders. "Just sit here," I said. "The steam and heat makes you feel good." He didn't challenge the wastefulness of such activity, just sat innocently, not looking at anything in particular. This also meant that he wasn't looking at me but my eyes were all over him. He looked stunning naked, perhaps not quite so perfect as Cort McGregor but infinitely more attractive to me. Though his chest didn't look hard, it was well rounded with muscle, adorable with small brown nipples. Even in the heat of the sauna, they were very small and childlike, just the way I liked them. His skin was very soft and smooth looking and I longed to rub my hands across it. His ribs reminded me of Troy's: visible beneath the soft boy flesh, but not poking out the way mine did. He had an equally flat and firm belly, the skin not leaving the slightest roll anywhere even though he was crouched down a little. It was an adorable abdomen with an exquisite little belly button, all looking so smooth that, like his chest, I longed to caress it. His thighs rippled gently as he swung his over-grown feet back and forth, making me worship his boyish softness. The way his penis moved rhythmically with them made my heartbeat quicken in adoration. His scrotum had loosened a little in the warmth of the sauna making his balls hang a little bit in the smooth skin, and the pale brown shaft of his penis was slowly growing until the full-length of the immature organ was about three inches from little boy slit to downy peach fuzz. This was a kid who should have been a model for beauty. Not only was his young body so close to perfection but the easy manner and tender innocence that radiated from him was intensely endearing. I resolved to see a statue of him added someplace prominent in the palace, perhaps in my bedroom. My eyes moved slowly back up his lovely chest and gazed at his face. It was turned downward, the boy apparently gazing absently at the floor. The steam was making his natural blush grow brighter but his smooth cheeks looked softer, his small nose and long eyelashes all the more beautiful. After a few seconds, he looked up at me and smiled. "How did you get to be a Guardian?" he asked, apparently not at all uncomfortable to find me staring at him. I suspected he was used to people staring at him, he was so cute. "I just am," I shrugged, not letting my eyes leave his sweet face. "But you're just a boy like me," he said. "The other ones are old." Guardian Terry looked, at most, fourteen years old. I was hardly about to explain to a twelve year old that a fourteen year old is still more boy than man, however. Instead, I just shrugged my skinny shoulders. Apparently sensing that I didn't want to talk about it, John just flashed his boyish smile and leaned back against the wall. He closed his eyes, long black lashes touching baby soft cheeks, and looked like an angel resting peacefully. I gazed adoringly at his pretty face for a moment longer before letting my eyes drift back to the wonderful icon of beauty that lay calmly between his legs. The sauna had brought it to its full, limp size, still little more than three inches long. The shaft had extended far enough that the skin looked smooth now, a baby soft perfection leading to a sweet, sensitive young penis head. It lay very gently down between his legs, resting on the firm contours of his pretty testicles. I could feel a slight pulsing at the base of my own limp penis and knew that an erection was ready to greet me if I gave it the slightest additional provocation. Not really concerned about whether I got one or not, I looked up at his boyish torso again and marveled at its beauty. The steam was starting to form tiny droplets on his baby soft skin and I knew that it would feel warm and slimy against my own. I imagined laying down between those creamy thighs, rubbing my chest against his, kissing his pretty face. That was as much as my innocence could handle and I could feel the familiar stiffness rising between my skinny legs, felt my little cock rising in expectation. After a few seconds, I looked down at it, saw it pulsing excitedly, looking adorable in its hairless youth. Like John, the sauna was making me slimy and left a glistening coat of water on my pink little erection. Also like John, the heat had loosened my normally thick scrotum and my round little balls were hanging a little bit lower. I don't know exactly what it was that made me decide to masturbate. Perhaps it was the turgid excitement of my own boyhood (it had been a long time since I had rubbed on it all by myself), or perhaps it was the strange worship that I felt for young John, as if he was too beautiful and too innocent for even me to make love to. At any rate, my small hand reached down and took hold of the stiff little boner between my legs, stifling a gasp at how nice it felt. John was still leaning back against the wall as if asleep, his naked young body spread out before my adoring eyes as my fingers started moving slowly up and down on my penis. Despite my youthful entry into puberty, I could sometimes be a very self-disciplined boy and managed to stroke rhythmically up and down on my little cock without rushing madly into orgasm the way most twelve year olds do. Besides, gazing at John's beauty, this was like an act of worship to me and I felt no desire to rush it. That wasn't the most difficult thing to do, however; the most difficult thing was gazing at the other boy's sweet, furry boyhood laying so limp and rubbery on his young balls and not touching it. Instead, I sat there rubbing on my penis while gazing adoringly at his, imagining what it would be like to hold it in my mouth, to suck lovingly on it, to feel those downy little boy hairs on my upper lip. It's awkward to masturbate when your feet have nothing to press against. My skinny young body wanted to straighten out desperately as the waves of pleasure swept down into my tummy, but I knew if I did my round buttocks would slip off the bench. Ironically, this awkwardness seemed to make the pleasure even greater and, self-control or not, I started rubbing faster. My penis was still too small to fit in a fist and I held it between my thumb and index finger leaving the most room for me to rub the tight skin up and down. My little penis head was now swollen to its full, childish size, shining with hardness and steam, the purple glowing as if it produced its own inner light. It did too: I could feel the pleasure in it growing greater with every second, beckoning me like a lighthouse. Still gazing at John's penis, I could feel my orgasm growing closer and closer before I realized that I was scarcely breathing. By that time, it felt so good that I was starting to rub faster on my hairless erection, so fast, in fact, that I could hear my fingers slapping softly against my thigh as I stroked on it. Just as John became aware of this rhythmic sound and its growing determination, I realized that I was desperate for air. I looked up at his face as he looked over at me and let out a little cry just as I gasped and his eyes met mine. He was still smiling at first but as his eyes dropped down to where all the movement was and his smile faded to be replaced by an adorable, confused look. Kovz! It was so cute that I thought my orgasm would burst immediately. With nothing left to hide, I started panting quickly, my fingers stroking my little boyhood faster and faster. "What are you doing?" John asked, glancing only briefly at my face to return to staring at the rock hard little penis in my fingers. He looked so cute now that I used his face as my inspiration, my forearm starting to ache as it struggled to rub faster on my boy cock. John's head tipped to the side a little and he started to look a little worried. "Kelvin?" he asked, his soprano voice adding fuel to my orgasmic fire. "Are you okay?" Just as he said this, his slender eyebrows cocked inward and he looked even more worried. My penis felt so good now that I was crying softly from the pleasure and my skinny body was struggling to find some way to masturbate faster. Still I stared at his adorable face, the frightened confusion making me more and more in love with him, more and more eager to feel the pleasant relief of orgasm. I could only imagine what I must look like to him. One thing I knew about boyish orgasms is that a boy having one generally looked a lot more like he was in pain than in pleasure, and I was certainly no exception. No wonder he was scared: he didn't know what my little penis was doing to me. Knowing that the final seizure of orgasm wasn't far off, I let my eyes drift away from his face to gaze at his smooth, baby soft chest, now with little trickles of condensed steam running down it, looking even warmer and even slimier; slowly down his soft ribs and beautiful abdomen; finally reaching the glorious beauty between his legs. For a brief second I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then but the sight of his young penis starting to grow in erection was so magnificent that it sent a jolt of adoration into me that broke my concentration for a brief moment. Young John apparently knew something was happening to his own body too, because his confused face looked downward and we both watched his maturing penis growing straighter, lifting gently from his smooth testicles, standing gradually up between his thighs. In a few short seconds, it was poking up toward his face and the virgin boy was more confused by it than by my pathetic little cries and frantic strokes on my own penis. Realizing he had an erection of his own, he looked slowly up at me, his beautiful face filled with so much confusion that I was suddenly seized with an orgasm far more intense than I'd expected. I was aware of John's face only distantly because my eyes were locked totally on his beautiful erection. Almost four and a half inches long, the young cock was ram-rod straight, slender rock hard shaft ending in a bulbous penis head, still more round like a boys than helmet shaped like a mans. Despite the heat, his scrotum was retracting, pulling his young testicles closer into his body, outlining their young size more clearly. I sat there staring at it as orgasmic pleasure slammed into my stiff little boyhood over and over again, with such exquisite joy that my skinny body practically bounced up and down on the bench. I didn't try to contain my crying moans at all, my high-pitched song seeming like worship of his penis to me. Filled with fantasies about what his penis would feel like to touch, to taste, to stroke, gazing at its beautiful excitement and extreme hardness, wondering if he had semen yet, I sat thoroughly enjoying my hairless orgasm. The twelve year old boy was still very worried when the high-point of my passion finally crested. He was actually panting nervously as he watched the jerking tension of my body easing, not that my little fingers slowed down on stroking my boyhood or that the pained expression on my face went away immediately. My naked body jerked two or three times more before the final reward of my affection for it swept over me with the warm, calming waves of post-orgasm. I felt my muscles finally relaxing, felt my face easing, felt my forearm slowing as my fingers moved slower on my boner. I just stared at John's erection and enjoyed every bit of it. "Are you okay?" the young boy asked again. His knees closed a little bit from where they had been, but the confused twelve year old made no greater effort to conceal his own body's needs. His erection, whether he was comfortable with it or not, was still sticking up in magnificent, throbbing beauty. I didn't answer immediately as my young lungs struggled to regain control of my breath. My orgasm and the proximity of so excited and so beautiful a boy made me feel very happy and I smiled. I swallowed with a little bit of embarrassment and managed to nod. "Yeah," my prepubescent voice finally replied. "What were you doing?" John asked, still very much concerned. "Jacking off," I said, feeling a little like laughing. I was still rubbing very slowly on my boyhood and it was softening a little. My chest and ribs were swelling rhythmically as I breathed. "What's that?" John asked, looking only a little less concerned to see that I was all right. I looked down at his boner again, the young thing sticking straight up between his legs and pulsing. Kovz, it was beautiful with its little peach fuzz and extreme hardness. "John, haven't you ever rubbed on your penis before?" I finally asked. He looked down at it predictably and I could see his neck swallow though he had no discernible Adam's apple. He was clearly familiar with erections or he'd have been even more frightened than he was, but he was also, without doubt, a complete virgin. He looked back up at me, his slender brown eyebrows still knitted above his nose. "Why?" he asked softly, shaking his head slowly. I was still breathing very heavily, but managed to let go of my penis and sit up. "Because it feels really good," I said. He glanced at it again before looking back at me. He didn't say anything, however, just looked confused and worried. He was so adorable. "John, doesn't it feel good now?" I asked, He shrugged, his shoulders looking soft. "It feels weird," he answered. "Have you ever touched it when it was hard?" He surprised me by blushing at this, looking back down at his erection as he answered. "Yeah. Sometimes." "Doesn't that feel good?" He shrugged again. "Well, if you touch it for a long time or especially if you rub on it, it feels really really good." "I thought you were hurting yourself," he said at length. I grinned and shook my head. "No. That was just because it felt so good." "Oh," he said softly. He sat there for a moment staring down at his penis deep in thought. After a few moments, he sat back against the wall and his penis stood up even more openly. Most men forget how hard a boy's penis can get. John's four and a half inch boner looked hard as rock, the brown head shining and growing a brighter purple with the intensity. Every two or three seconds, a rush of fresh blood burst into it making it move about a quarter inch closer to his soft belly before it eased back into position only to be again hit with a boyish jolt. The kid was really excited, no matter how scared it made him feel, the brown of his head changing color with the frantic pressure of his strong heartbeat. "John..." I said when it seemed he was going to stare at it forever. "Will you let me touch it?" I wasn't the kind of boy who usually asked, but John was terribly sweet and terribly innocent. He was too sweet to take anything from. Besides, I was so in love with him I wasn't sure that I was worthy to touch his boy cock. He looked up at me for a moment, his adorable face looking so confused and so adorable it made my heart ache in love for him. Slowly he looked back down at his erection. His hands were resting on the bench at his sides and were making no effort to show the young thing the love it needed. "Okay," he said, his young voice so soft I almost didn't hear him. I didn't wait to give him time to change his mind but quickly stood up and dropped to my knees between his legs. I almost stumbled in doing even this, my own legs feeling a little rubbery from my own exertion. The kid's cock was now only a foot from my eyes and he was sitting there, leaning back, only a slight jerk of his innocent young body reminding me to be gentle with him. His penis didn't bend in any direction at all. Like mine, it was almost completely straight, just curving upward very slightly like a miniature banana. Its hardness made the shaft a little multi-colored, with tiny pink splotches mixing in with the pale brown skin, but it still looked very smooth. The only visible blood vessel was a slender, bulging blue artery that ran half-way up the shaft to end in a small knot before plunging into his penis's inner-depths. The head was still mostly brown but in its shiny hardness it was showing hints of purple and red. As I said before, it was still mostly round, though the underside was starting to retreat further and the little slit he tinkled from was starting to grow outward to more of a point. I moved my hand very slowly toward it, sliding it up his baby smooth thigh, giving the nervous boy time to accept the close affections of another boy's hand. When I reached his scrotum, I very gently let my fingertips caress his testicles in their hairless sack. He let out a little more nervous pant as he felt and watched me do this but, after a moment of tension, his naked body relaxed again. His balls moved gently in his scrotum though the smooth flesh was holding them more tightly than the warm moistness of the room would normally have permitted. I barely touched the round base of his penis before letting my fingers slide around it to his peach fuzz. The kid was getting wetter from the steam and his little hairs weren't even stiff enough to stand up against the moisture. They were already plastered smoothly against his soft pubic mound and my fingers had a difficult time trying to get the little things to stand up. They did have a maturing brown tint to them, but they were still very immature and very soft. My thumb was still resting against the top of his scrotum while my fingers enjoyed his downy pubescence. As I enjoyed the tender feel of his young pubic mound, I very slowly let my thumb and finger creep tighter around the base. As my first two fingers and thumb started to squeeze the slender young erection tighter, I could feel his rhythmic heart beating within it and heard the frightened boy whimper nervously. "It's okay," I reassured him instantly. Our eyes met for a moment, him looking so young and innocent, me filled with affection and tenderness. His bangs were getting wet from the steam now but still covered half his eyes, his page boy haircut making him look like a choir boy. He stared back at his boy cock as my hand moved into position. He was really throbbing, my fingers feeling every frantic pulse of his heartbeat in the deep confines of his penis. Fully erect, it was obvious that the kid had been circumcised as tightly as I had been for there was very little looseness along his penis shaft. I was envious of him the way I was of most virgin boys, envious to know that they were about to experience the most exquisite pleasure they would ever know for the very first time. With only my two fingers and thumb around his erection, I lovingly started to rub on it. The twelve year old responded with classic innocence, an immediate mixture of surprise and pleasure racing into his body. He tightened immediately, his slender abdomen growing firmer with young muscle, making his belly button seem even more beautiful. Even his small chest looked harder and the expression on his adorable face was one of fear and wonder. A sweet, high-pitched whimper echoed softly in the wood-tiled room from the boy's parted red lips. Kovz, he hadn't felt anything yet. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked, smiling up in adoration of his beautiful young face. He didn't answer me and his huge eyes and boyish panting told me that he wasn't anywhere near ready to decide about that. I knew the feeling when a part of your body that you thought you knew suddenly blossomed with greater pleasure than you'd ever imagined. All he could do was stare at my small fingers as they rubbed slowly up and down on his four and a half inch erection. His hands had taken hold of the bench and he was already squeezing it so tightly that little muscles along his forearms rippled through his baby soft, hairless skin. I was still panting a little from my own orgasm but little John was quickly starting to overtake me. His, however, came in awkward bursts with the boy trying to hold his breath against this strange thing being done to him then suddenly releasing it in several quick gasps that were soon swallowed in silence again. Each time, his smooth young body tightened a little more and looked harder in its soft flesh. His page-boy head tilted to one side as he continued staring at his penis but I just kept rubbing up and down on it with the same rhythmic tenderness. It was in full flower now, the slender brown cock looking nearly straight but curving ever so slightly upward toward his pretty face. It still pulsed between my finger and thumb, giving me the exciting rhythm of his innocent heart to guide my pace. His young peach fuzz was so downy that the steam condensing and trickling down his chest still held them plastered against his smooth pubic mound, but each time my fingers pulled the skin up along his erection, the soft little hairs would rise up briefly. They were so few and so young that it was impossible not to love them even more than the smooth hairlessness of a little boy. Besides, their light brown coloring made a pleasant decoration on what was otherwise an exquisitely soft, immaculate lower belly. Fully swollen, the twelve year old's penis head was still round and boy-like, the purple glow of excitement blushing through the darker brown of his glans. The combination of his excitement and the glistening effects of the steam made his rock hard penis a true beauty to see. For a long time I just sat there between his smooth legs and masturbated him, marveling at his youthful softness and boyish fear and wonder, but I knew enough of virgin boys to know that he was never going to have an orgasm at this rate. He was too excited to either interrupt me or to go limp, but he was also too nervous and awe-struck to take the inevitable jump to climax. Not that I minded: just rubbing his immature erection was wonderful to me. As beautiful as a boy's first orgasm was, however, it had to climax someday, sad as such loss might be. Virgin boys have a difficult time having their first orgasm by masturbating, hence the many weeks, months, or even years that pre-teen boys spend fondling themselves before they finally discover what it's all about. To help John along, I either had to explain to him that he had to relax and let it happen or I had to do the one thing I knew always sent boys wiggling in pleasure. Being me, and loathe to talk about sex any more than necessary, I therefore stood up higher on my knees and moved closer between his legs. John's reaction was utterly adorable for no matter how much his body squirmed as if trying to huddle closer against the wall, his throbbing erection still stuck out right where it had been, his plump bottom not moving from the bench. I was still masturbating him, but my face was moving closer, my eyes staring in wonder at the magnificence of his penis. John's soprano cries sounded more of fear than excitement as I licked my pursed lips and moved them closer to his beautiful penis head. But I was experienced enough to recognize the apparent fear for normal boyish confusion and awe. I continued stroking his four and a half inch cock as my slimy lips gently kissed the twelve year old's penis head. Kovz! It was like electric shock. The boy tried briefly to stand but his knees were already weakened and my hand held to his slender thigh sufficiently that he soon had to sit down again. Besides that, John was so confused and astonished that he totally forgot to let go of the bench with his now clenching hands. He still didn't say a word as my lips slid around his hard glans, coating them with saliva, but his childish cries grew louder and more frightened. I started rubbing faster on his penis shaft as my lips and tongue worked on the head and whatever fear he felt was soon overpowered by the growing wonder of increasing pleasure between his legs. This was perfect. John was at the absolute perfect age for learning about sex. For one thing, he hadn't started masturbating at so young an age that the real pleasure that matures at puberty was already an accustomed sensation. For another, he was still innocent of both mind and body. Little Bobby, for example, was really too young to really enjoy orgasm, at least not like he would one day. And Dean, Troy and Daniel all were already so into the changes in their bodies that they surely had already suspected what orgasm might be like (they might even have had wet dreams before). Not John. Twelve year old John was just becoming physically and emotionally ready to discover the greatest physical pleasure a male could feel. Despite his nervous cries, therefore, I felt like cheering in joy for him as I let his swollen penis head finally slip fully between my lips. My tongue was there to greet it immediately, welcoming it with loving caresses of warmth and slime. It was so hard now that it was easy to feel the tiny ridges of his slit, like tiny lips open and quivering for kisses. Whether the boy was ready for it or not, I let my hand slip down to gently pet his testicles and peach fuzz as I let my mouth descend down his hard, slender shaft, almost consuming the entire young organ before the head pressed at my throat. After only a moment's pause, I opened my throat and let the excited boy move all the way in, finally feeling the faint, wonderful tickles of his peach fuzz against my upper lip. The twelve year old was so excited and so frightened by this sudden action that I knew the greatest risk was that someone would pass by outside, hear his pathetic squealing, and open the door to see what was going on. That could very well delay the boy's acceptance of his sexuality for a very long time, a common threat to new recruits like John in a land where walking in on boys having sex was pretty common. I couldn't let that detract me from the job at hand, however. For now, I had a tender, twelve year old boy's erection buried in my mouth to the root and I had to do my best to make it a wonderful experience for him. Besides, truth be known, I don't think either John or I wanted to wait until we could go someplace with more guaranteed privacy. Sucking on John's penis was one of the most enjoyable things I could remember doing. It was such a wonderful size and was so hard and throbbing that it made sucking on it as pleasurable for me as it was for him. Okay, that's probably arguable for the beautiful boy was clearly bursting with pleasure. I let his penis head slip from my throat, ran my lips tightly up his smooth, silky shaft, slid it carefully up his glans then quickly slid back down on his cock. His soft, slender body spasmed briefly from that so I did it again and again. Though the room was hot, John's knuckles were white where they gripped the bench and his thin forearms seemed to be knotted with long ripples of muscle. His abdomen, likewise, was like a miniature washboard -- not showing big, hard ripples like a well-muscled man, but the soft, gentle ripples of a healthy boy. The awkward movements of his body were even making his ribs show through more clearly, though still greatly softened by his thick, healthy skin. Even his chest looked hard and muscular as his muscles tightened, but even then still looking more boyish than man-like. His nipples were as small as ever -- his excitement more than making up for the heat of the room. Finally, his adorable face, a quintessential mask of a boy's first orgasm -- filled with fear, worry, shame, passion, pleasure, wonder and awe. His eyes, saucer-like, remained locked on his penis as it slid in and out my lips and his mouth hung open, sounding off with boyish cries and gasps. He started grunting so suddenly that it took me a moment to realize that the sacred moment had arrived and the boy was losing his childhood. That same moment, his body stiffened tighter as his high pitched voice echoed in the confined room. I had that one last chance to worship his perfect beauty and smooth, baby soft body before he started convulsing in quick jolts through his body. Well-trained by this time, I made sure not to let him shove his boyhood too deep in my mouth, making sure the swollen head was kept rubbing along my tongue. After several savage jerks and just as I was about to sigh in disappointment, I was suddenly rewarded with a very frantic, very powerful ejaculation. Had the boy been given room, I have no doubt he could have squirt his immature seed several feet. As it was, I felt the warm, spicy-sweet fluid shoot out on my tongue. He only ejaculated twice and there couldn't have been more than a few droplets of his precious, twelve year old sperm, but 1 cherished each drop, carefully manipulating it around on my taste buds even as the poor boy continued to jerk from his orgasm. I could still hear his childlike voice crying as his passion finally began to ease and his ravaged young body finally began to regain control of itself. I scarcely paid any attention, focusing all mine on the thin, sweet juice the young boy's penis had produced. It was so much different from an older boys, not near so thick or slimy, more a subtle sweetness than an overpowering flavor. I knew that if I didn't enjoy it now, it would soon be lost in the normal fluids of my mouth, not to mention the fact that I would quickly have to convert to boy-comforter rather than boy-worshipper. Poor John. He really had been a total innocent. I could tell by the way he "relaxed". Even as his small chest heaved for air and the embarrassed kid struggled to quiet his gasps, his body remained very tense and his hands scarcely eased their grasp on the bench. I would have been more than content to sit there and suck on his penis for hours, but it was time for explanations and comforting now. I wasn't very good at explanations, Kovz knew, but there weren't a lot of boys better at comforting deflowered little boys. Regretfully, I let his penis go, the young thing softening more because of its owner's embarrassment than its own necessity. "Did you like it?" I smiled up at him as if nothing more than boyish play had happened. Kovz, he was really embarrassed. I knew the sauna must be causing some of the red in his face, but there was no mistaking the frantic way his eyes darted around looking for his clothes, for a towel, for anything to cover his total nudity. It was a wonder he didn't actually try to hide it in his hands the way some boys might but I think he was so embarrassed that the thought, of touching himself down there was out of the question. "What's wrong?" I asked, all innocence, standing and taking a seat close beside him. My own boyhood was still soft, not that John was about to get caught looking at it. "I like doing that." Without asking permission, I tugged on the boy's arm until he let me lift it up and slip it around my shoulders, quickly slipping my body in close to him. It was a little uncomfortable in the sauna, but his body felt nice and I suspected mine did too. He didn't say anything, just sat there feeling tense and nervous, his arm hanging limply around me. I smiled up at his adorable face, but he looked away. Not a word. Time for ego-stroking. "I wish I had hair on mine like you do," I said, gazing down at his penis. It was already completely limp but in the heat and after a great blow job, it retained most of its size. It looked very slimy with my saliva, his sperm and the steam. "I didn't used to have any either," the boy finally said in a voice so soft I scarcely heard it. "Really?" I asked, looking up at him expectantly. His eyes met mine for a moment before he looked away bashfully. "I guess when I get older, huh?" I prompted. He shrugged his thin shoulders. "I guess." From what I'd seen in the world, sex education was apparently something left for older boys to provide to younger boys. The possibility that he'd never been taught about the changes in his body didn't seem at all surprising. "Didn't you like it?" I asked, putting on my most innocent, most embarrassed face. I could feel him looking at me and looked up into his pretty face like a little boy. "Yeah, but..." he began. "How did you do that?" I shrugged my thin shoulders immediately. "I don't know," I said simply. "It's just a game we play." "You mean the other boys play it too?" he asked. "Yeah," I smiled. "It's fun. We like it." That was about all it took to hook young John on boy sex. Afterward, we reclaimed our clothes and I led the boy back to my room. Through the rest of that day and through that night, John's sex education classes were completed. Rumors about my night quickly spread throughout the palace and John was a very popular boy by breakfast time. Though he was as shy as ever, he clearly enjoyed the attention showered on him by the other boys and I was quite pleased when he and Dean finally took off to play basketball with Prince Tod. Not that I wouldn't have minded going with them, but Guardian Rick was quickly reminding me of my other duties. The time was up after all: the new boys had all been properly "initiated" and the more experienced members of our Draft were due that day. "So, where are they?" I asked my fellow Guardian. "David's bringing them. They should be here any time." He grinned habitually, an infectious grin that made me giggle and smile despite my efforts to be responsible and mature. "So, I could still get in a quick game," I said, thinking how much fun it would be to be with my three friends. "Or we could go to the Hall of Boys and have a quickie..." Rick grinned in reply. I laughed. Rick and I had never been great lovers and now, with me as a little boy in love with young boys, and him as a young man in love with rather mature boys, his toyful offer was unlikely at best. "Okay, okay," I smiled. "Where should we be?" "Come on," he grinned slapping me on the back. "Let's meet them at the entry." Rick, Michael and David were three Guardians I'd just never really gotten to know as well as I had the others. In large part it was because our sexual preferences were so different (though, as for that, both David and Michael were known for their forays with younger boys and Calvin, most mature-oriented of all, was one of my closest friends). We were just different in a lot of ways. Even from the beginning they were more like acquaintances to me in many ways than they were brothers and partners. It might have been because Calvin and I had so dominated the group in the earliest of times. Everyone else kind of deferred to us and most of what the world and Kovzland became were the results of our proposals and desires. I don't know. Some boys aren't cut out to be world-makers like Calvin and I were. Maybe it set us a little apart from the others anyway. After that, I became closer to Eric, Terry, Brandon and Garrick because, like me, they preferred the younger side of boyhood. Calvin stayed close with the others because they all preferred the more mature side. It all seemed to work out rather well, but we weren't (as we encouraged others to believe) exactly a homogeneous group of leaders. Thus, though Rick and I shared two thousand years of friendship (most of which I did recall at least obliquely), it was a little awkward walking with him to the ornate entry room of the palace. Fortunately, we didn't have to wait long before the door opened and David walked in. "There should be someone from the Royal Family here," I suddenly whispered to Rick, realizing our omission. "What?" he whispered back, already smiling and nodding as the slender boys walked in. "There should be a prince or something..." I repeated. "Don't worry about it," he smiled, stepping forward. "Gentlemen," he said aloud to the young draftees, "welcome to the Kovz Boy Palace." I already knew two of the five boys who now lined up in front of a seductively grinning Guardian David. I had met David Easter in Tarsec Village months earlier, shortly after awakening in my most recent incarnation. Like many of the boys in that backwater town, he had escaped shortly after I had left just a hair's breath ahead of the Old Ones. He hadn't changed an iota from those days and was still a very handsome, and very precocious, brunette twelve year old with an all too relaxed attitude. The one boy I cared most about in Tarsec Village, however, young Eric Thorne, was not one of the ones who'd gotten away. He had been under house arrest since our departure and David doubted there was any way my former lover would ever escape without help. The other boy I knew was Billy Boyer whom I'd met at the Labar School for Young Gentlemen. He had become Travis Berenson's instant lover and, at Travis's urgings, had joined the young stud in molesting young prince Kelly and I on the bathroom floor of that school late one night. Like David, he hadn't changed and still put on a tough exterior, hiding what I knew was actually a rather sweet interior. The other three boys were even more attractive if only because I hadn't met them before. David introduced them all with obvious delight and apparently more interest and desire than he normally showed for pubescent boys. Jorey Carson was a friendly boy who was obviously very relaxed and confident in himself. He shook my hand firmly (if awkwardly) and smiled happily at me. Ben Shriner was equally at ease but had the decency to blush boyishly. The last boy, Tony Marsh, was the most disquieting if only because he was deadly serious and very conservative in his speech. There was only one thing that was thoroughly similar between all five boys: all five of them were totally bursting with sexual hormones and sexual desire. I didn't need any Guardian powers to recognize that because all five boys were gazing at David, Rick and even me like they were willing to drop right there and have sex with us. I don't know why we were bothering to send boys like these through the draft: we could have stuck them in Purple and saved ourselves the hassle. The difference between them and the sweet young things who'd arrived a few days earlier was palpable and I had to assume that this was just another way the other Guardians were "rounding out the Draft" the way they had by including little Bobby. At any rate, I apparently didn't have to take care of these boys apart from the initial introduction because David and Rick were rather eagerly assuring me that they would take care of the little guys. As they were led away, I was a little surprised when Billy, who was always so self-contained, actually winked at me. Hmmm. Well, if I was going to play with anybody that night it would be nice to have a more experienced boy after all the little virgins... I spent the morning playing soccer with Prince Kelly and some of the other palace residents including Calvin, Michael and Terry. There was a very nice soccer field out behind the palace, well manicured and soft even when you fell which Kelly and I did a lot of. Since most of the boys were a lot bigger than we were, we didn't exactly contribute a lot, but we ran around and giggled and had fun. By lunch time, all of the boys wanted to keep playing except for me, so I left them there and headed toward the informal dining room. It was a large room in the less ornate, more informal part of the palace, the place where we regular residents spent most of our time. There were about thirty round tables spread around the room, each one seating eight to ten boys. That afternoon, however, it was almost empty with only a handful of kids sprinkled around. I knew all of them, but didn't feel much like company, just wanted to sit and quietly eat my meal. I went through the door that led to the serving line. A eunuch politely manned the station and he smiled and helped me load my tray. Although there was a lot of food of many varieties, I settled on a bowl of vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich and, of course, an embarrassingly large bowl of chocolate pudding. Topped with a tall glass of milk, it was a good meal for a growing boy. The serving line exited out another door that returned to the dining room. Although I could see Prince Craig waving to me out the corner of my eye, I pretended not to notice him and went to a table near the large bay windows instead. No sooner had I taken my seat then Tony Marsh strolled into the room, instantly attracting the attention of everyone there. The kid wasn't wasting any time. He had already stripped out of his jeans and shirt and was now wearing nothing but a very tight pair of white, cotton underpants. He was fourteen years old but was small for his age. Nonetheless, his legs were very long and very beautiful. He had a natural brown coloring, what's sometimes called "olive-skinned" but this boy was certainly more brown than the green I associated with olives. His legs were slender and beautifully formed, the kind a female model would kill for. Long, slender muscles flexed slightly beneath skin that was extremely smooth and hairless. I suspected he must be a Kovz Boy. His bare chest was equally captivating because, though still small and very slender, the boy was quite muscular. Not the bulging muscles of an older boy, but very firm, well-defined muscles that looked hard even on his small frame. Even along his flat abdomen, the hard contours of his muscles moved as he walked. His nipples were tiny, no bigger around than dimes, and protruded slightly from the smooth contours of his chest. He had prominent collar bones that joined to boyishly rippling shoulders and long, slender brown arms. His arms were awkwardly too long for his body and his hands looked huge hanging from their ends. Even swinging naturally at his sides, I could see veins bulging along his forearms and around his hands, showing more than anything else that the kid lifted weights. Atop this beautiful, half-naked body, the boy had a delightfully cute face, not as adorable as a Troy or a John, but very cute nonetheless. He had very dark hair, almost black, and it was very thick. He apparently didn't bother to comb it very often for it formed a rather unkempt mop around his otherwise angelic face. Not that he needed to comb his hair to be cute. Some boys are like that: actually look cuter with their hair mussed up. His skin was very smooth and the same olive" color of his body. It covered firm cheeks and a small, boyish nose. His eyes were very dark, the brown of the irises so deep it almost melded in with the black of the pupils. These were then framed by incredibly long, beautifully curled black lashes and slender, almost feminine, eyebrows. Finally his lips which were thin but still a little plump near the center, making them look very kissable. He had a beauty that was rather unique to me, but one that very much exuded a sexual potency that was unmistakable. Nowhere was that more demonstrated than in his clinging underwear for it was quite easy to see that the kid was thoroughly erect, his young boner sticking straight up against the fabric and protruding outward from between his legs. If this obvious display of his pubescent hormones embarrassed him, he gave no sign of it at all and almost seemed to be pressing the young thing further out with his hips. Just as delightful was his backside for his buttocks were small and tight, the cotton clinging tightly enough that there was just a faint impression of where buttocks parted along the crevice in-between. I realized I was staring at him as he finally disappeared into the serving line and managed to shake my head to clear it. They certainly hadn't made any mistake keeping him separate from the other boys, I thought as I started eating. He wasn't at all like any boy I'd ever met. This was a boy who was made to be what we used to call a "stud muffin". Some boys you just knew were made to be cuddled and adored. Young Tony was built like a cheetah and that hard, slender body was made for sex. I sighed and tried to think about other things. I didn't have much time for my mind to wander, however, for I was soon aware of another boy taking the seat beside me. His sudden presence surprised me and I jolted briefly, looking up to find the fourteen year old stud muffin sitting down. His big brown eyes apprised me as he sat, but he said nothing in greeting. He was still wearing just his underpants and I could see the slender bulge of his erection still pressing prominently up between his legs. "Hi, Tony," I said giving him a slight smile. "Hi," he replied taking his spoon and starting to eat. For a boy obviously intent on making his body as beautiful as possible, he didn't seem to care too much about what he ate. First off, there was an awful lot of it, even more than was common for pubescent boys whose stomachs seemed endlessly capable of digestion. But his choice of food wasn't even that good. Like me, he'd taken a huge bowl of pudding, an equally large bowl of Jell-O, four pieces of apple pie, three huge scoops of vanilla ice cream, six brownies, four pastries, five slices of pepperoni pizza and a hamburger. The only redeeming part of the meal were three glasses of milk, each as large as the one I had. It would have made me sick for days, but I watched the boy dig into it like he hadn't eaten in weeks. I kept eating as I watched him. Close up, his eyelashes were even more astonishing, both for their length and rich, black color. With his face turned down to his plate, the beautiful lashes seemed to rest against his smooth, brown cheeks making him look very beautiful. He was sitting close enough to the table that I could only see the upper portion of his chest just where his tiny nipples were visible. Kovz, he was really cute and my little penis quickly responded. I didn't have to doubt that this boy would be an easy conquest: his body was practically screaming for sex. He didn't seem interested in talking as I watched him devouring his massive meal, washing each mouthful down with a huge gulp of milk. Despite his relatively mature age, the boy had no Adam's apple yet and his neck was as flat as a child's. As he emptied each glass, he would lean his head back and raise his arm high and I could see that his underarms were still as smooth and hairless as mine were. Like most boys, he was oblivious to the milk mustache he'd left on his upper lip. It was enough to remind me of my own, however, and I absently wiped it off. As my little boner pulsed in my shorts, all I could think was that this young guy would be an absolute tiger in bed. He ate so quickly and with such single-minded purpose that he had polished off his entire plate before I'd finished my much smaller portions. He looked up at me and pushed his plate away, leaning forward on his elbows as he did so. I was more than a little embarrassed when his big brown eyes gazed directly into mine for a long moment without saying a word. Nervously, I looked away and started eating. "You want to fuck me?" he asked suddenly. "Huh?" I squeaked in surprise, almost choking on my mouthful. "You know: stick your cock up my butt?" His voice was still a high pitched soprano like mine was but his blatant language belied any innocence. Well, yes, I thought to myself, that among other things. Too shy by this overt come-on, I instead felt my cheeks grow hot and couldn't answer. Instead, I tried to keep eating. Tony sat there for a moment and I could feel his pubescent eyes still staring at me. Still leaning forward with his elbows on the table and his smooth chin resting on his overgrown fists, the boy's chair suddenly slipped out from beneath him, moving back about eight inches until it left an angle in which I could see his bright cotton underpants out the corner of my eye. The chair had made a loud noise as it slid against the tiled floor and it echoed in the room, but none of the other boys seemed to notice. I couldn't help but take a quick glance and could see that his erection was still swelling the front of his underwear quite beautifully and his young testicles left a pretty mound beneath it. I swallowed nervously. "You want to suck it?" he asked immediately, his voice just loud enough for me to hear. Again, I found myself too shocked and embarrassed to answer. "I have sperm," he added boastfully. "Really! You want me to squirt in your mouth?" Kovz! After a week of frightened virgin boys, this kid was almost more than I could handle. In all my experience, I had never known a boy to be so forward. I really had no idea how to respond even though, of course, I'd have been more than happy to suck his penis off or butt fuck him. Tony was too eager to give me a chance to respond, however. Within a couple of seconds, he leaned back in the chair, dropping his arms to his sides and spreading his smooth brown legs apart. Too excited myself to resist, I swallowed and turned to look full on at his exquisite body. The comparison to a cheetah was even more pronounced, his body so slender and yet so firm with taut young muscles. Needless to say, the boy's body was perfectly smooth, his skin still totally hairless. His erection was now poking out at his briefs enough that I could see where the head swelled out from the shaft, the entire thing looking about five inches long. His slender thighs looked exquisite in their soft brown coloring against the bright whiteness of his underwear, and his belly looked thin and very hard and flat above. I looked up at his face and found that he had a seductive smile on it now, the boy obviously very much aware of how beautiful I thought he was. He half-sat, half-laid there for several minutes allowing me to fully take account of his youth and perfection. Then, without a word, he slid his chair right beside me, his knees moving back under the table until no one could see what he was doing. I, on the other hand, could see everything as he squirmed around on the chair and pulled his tight underpants down. My eyes widened and my breathing grew faster as I finally got a full view of his naked young manhood. His penis was so hard that it moved in complete synchronicity with his hips as he wiggled his shorts down just low enough to fully reveal his pubic area, the elastic band stretched across the lower part of his scrotum and forcing his small testicles to press upward at the smooth, hairless ball sack. Despite his age, young Tony still didn't have even the first sign of peach fuzz between his legs. Although his skin grew slightly paler beneath his underwear, it still ran in baby soft perfection right up to where his turgid penis joined to the gentle mound between his legs. I don't know if I expected him to have pubic hair or not, but I was certainly not displeased with the bald young cock that emerged. I was well-accustomed by this time to the extreme rigidity a fourteen year old boy's penis could sustain and young Tony was certainly no disappointment. His erection stuck straight up between his legs like a flag pole, pointing directly up at a face that was still thoroughly enjoying the reaction in my eyes as I gazed at the hairless cock. Although still hairless, the boy's penis had clearly been blessed with the onset of puberty for its slender five inch length was larger than most young boys I'd seen. Contrary to his skin color, however, his penis shaft was surprisingly pale, not darker like many boy's penises were. He had one visible vein running along the top, a baby blue color that looked adorable against his pale erection. His penis head was glorious. I had come to accept that the color of a boy's penis head was generally the same as his nipples. Tony, however, had very dark brown little nipples, but his penis head was as bright a purple as mine was, taking on a pinkish hue as it throbbed in eagerness. It was helmet shaped but, though obviously very swollen, didn't bulge as far from the shaft as most boy's did. Instead, the head was only slightly larger than the shaft which was, as I said, on the slender side. The bald young penis throbbed hypnotically, moving briefly closer to his soft, flat belly every time his heart beat. It was a beautiful penis, a size that made me imagine what it would feel like sticking in my bottom or sliding in and out my mouth. I looked up at the cute boy's face again and his eyes were still burning into mine. He wasn't smiling nor did he look in the least bit embarrassed. Instead, his eyes were filled with daring and with a burning sexuality that made me pant with desire. Kovz, how I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off or, better yet, drop my shorts, bend over the table top and let him rub that beautiful erection in and out my butt. I was caught so unprepared, however, that I could do nothing but run my eyes up and down his beautiful body and fantasize about what it would be like to make love to him. Perhaps the boy took my inaction as disinterest or perhaps he was just too impatient to wait any longer. At any rate, he sat up higher in his chair, hooked his left thumb into his underpants to pull them lower from his testicles, and gripped his rock hard penis between his thumb and two fingers. The realization that he was holding his penis right there in the dining room made my eyes widen even more and I stared transfixed as his young hand pulled the tight skin of his penis shaft down and his small mouth opened to let out a gasp of pleasure. I glanced nervously around the room to see if any of the other boys had seen what this young kid was doing to himself The way Tony was sitting, however, it was unlikely that any of the others could see between his legs. Not that they really needed to see. The way his biceps swelled rhythmically as he started moving his forearm up and down, and the way his big brown eyes took on a dreamy, contented look through their long lashes, the kid couldn't have been doing anything but masturbating. He had positioned himself perfectly for me to get a full view of anything and everything I wanted to look at and I was eager to look at everything. There was something terribly attractive about a pubescent boy holding down his underpants to rub on his penis and I stared at that particular beauty with great fascination. He started out by rubbing rather slowly on his stiff cock and I marveled at the perfection of his hands between his legs. His fingers were long and slender, the kind a piano teacher would adore. Not that Tony seemed to be the piano type. No this boy was made to play his organ. Small veins bulged all around his hand and I could tell that he was gripping his erection rather tightly, a fact proved by the long, thin muscles and veins that appeared along the forearm that moved steadily up and down. My eyes slid slowly up to his abdomen where his flat stomach rippled with very firm muscles. His belly button receded into his body a little, the only thing marring the perfect smoothness there. As his small chest swelled for more air, I could see his ribs pressing out against his skin, looking almost like a continuation of his abdominal muscles. His chest itself was magnificently sculptured with small but very well-defined ridges running along the underside of his muscles. His tiny nipples stood erect and beautiful on the baby soft skin, as if urging me to kiss and suck on them. Although not broad by any means, his shoulders did widen boyishly. Between them, his collar bones now stood out even more obviously, the small indentation at the base of his neck looking oddly enchanting. Down from his smooth shoulders, I could now see the hard, beautiful roundness of his upper arms, far more developed than most boys his age. The rhythmic stroking motion he was making between his legs caused the round bulges to move in time, accentuating their hardness. Watching the magnificent contours of his pubescent muscles as they flexed and moved made me think that maybe I would start working out and trying to build up my own skinny frame. When my eyes finally reached his face, I saw that the boy was staring straight at me, though his eyes were now half covered by lashes and seemed dreamlike and far-away. Es lips glistened slightly with his saliva and the boy was breathing louder. I realized with some excitement that he was starting to masturbate faster, making all of his sexual beauty grow greater. By the time I looked back down at his penis, the kid was really picking up speed. The hairless, five inch cock looked almost painful in its hardness and in the tight grasp of the excited boy's fingers. The head was fully engorged now, shining in a purplish, mirror-like beauty, the tiny slit gaping open and ready to spurt out the sperm the fourteen year old had promised. Kovz, I wanted to suck on his penis, but the way his hand was jerking on it I doubted I could ever get my lips wrapped around it. He didn't seem to be very gentle with the sweet, sensitive young organ, but I suspected that he knew what he liked. Thus far, no one seemed to have noticed what the boy was doing to himself, but that was soon to change since Tony finally let out a long, beautiful, high pitched moan of pleasure. A quick glance up showed that a couple of the boys were already looking over curiously, growing recognition dawning on their pretty boy faces. Tony's body, hard normally, was growing still harder as it started to tighten, preparing to launch the boy into orgasm. The tighter it grew, the faster he rubbed on his penis and the faster he rubbed on it, the tighter his body became. Soon, his brown hand and long fingers were nothing more than a blur and an internal turmoil of tension and passion started building in his beautiful, naked body. His moans grew louder and took on a harder and harder edge until it sounded like he was grunting, obviously wanting to sound louder but his tight body constricting his chest and making it hard for him to get enough air. His left hand was struggling to pull his underpants lower as his right one fought to rub his sweet dick faster and faster. This was clearly difficult to do for the kid's body was now starting to contort strangely as all his muscles focused on the growing pleasure erupting between his legs. Tony's eyes were completely closed now, black lashes resting against smooth brown cheeks. His face was getting twisted with ecstasy, his mouth particularly mixing between clenched-teeth grimaces and open mouthed moans. It was wonderful to watch him. Even more beautiful was the way the muscles in his chest, arms and abdomen flexed and rippled with his tight squirming, surprising me that the boy could even keep his seat. Several times it looked like he would twist himself right off it. Nonetheless, he was still sitting straight up in it. The young teenager's soprano chants were now mixed in with the giggles of the dozen boys who were now openly witnessing his excitement. Prince Craig was by no means the most delighted but he was undoubtedly the most adorable, blushing shyly but grinning ear to ear and watching the older boy frantically pulling his meat off. One boy even looked under his table so he could see Tony's hand stroking his young cock. By this time, Tony had reached the point where he seemed almost pathetic, his poor, rock hard body almost tortured from the pleasure in his penis. He was masturbating so frantically and so desperately that I found myself holding my breath and urging his boner to release the poor boy. Even his grunting cries were filled with desperation and his taunt body was shuddering on the chair until the legs danced loudly against the floor. "Agh!" he finally cried out as orgasm slammed into his penis and shot through his body in a mad jolt. Though his smooth chest and belly seemed tight as a drum, the kid bounced in savage rhythmic bucks of pleasure. "Agh! Agh! Agh! " he cried with every convulsive spasm. I watched each muscle flex in youthful beauty, his abdomen now looking so hard and so smooth that I longed to rub my hand down it and feel all the excitement sweeping across it. Instead, I let my eyes drop to the center of all his pleasure. Although the rest of his body was being ravaged with the intense jerks of pubescent orgasm, the boy's fingers were still racing up and down on his erection like a jack hammer. His testicles had been moving in time inside his smooth scrotum but his overwhelming orgasm had so captured the boy's young mind that his left hand was easing up on his underpants and the tight band was again pressing the balls up against the skin. So enchanting was his body's reaction to his orgasm that when his penis finally released its immature cargo it was almost anti-climactic. Nonetheless, I was in thorough awe as the shiny purple head suddenly erupted in a beautiful ejaculation. His sperm squirt out like the young boy that he was, not thick and white, but thin and in very young quantities. Despite his position and the fact that his underpants must have cut off the natural flow, his beautiful semen sprinkled out across his rock hard chest, leaving small droplets of thin milkiness against the otherwise smooth brown skin. "Ohhhh!" he grunted his pleasure as he ejaculated, obviously pleased with his young penis's pubescent talent. "Yeah." I was totally infatuated with his boy cock. In its slender, hairless boyhood it squirt several times, each time erupting in a rhythmic rush from his purple glans and each time decorating his sweet skin. Again, it wasn't a lot of sperm even for a fourteen year old but it squirt out with such excited force and the boy was so proud of it that it was difficult not to adore him. "Oh, shit," Tony finally moaned when his penis had finished performing its duty and his small, muscular body began to relax. A very tiny trickle of thin sperm still oozed from his penis head but the boy stopped rubbing it and let the semen trickle over his long fingers. Having fully pleased his pubescent hormones, the boy was more than willing to give his body a few moments to recuperate and sat calmly enjoying his pleasure still holding his boy cock as it softened and still holding his underpants away from the sensitive skin. To my shock and embarrassment, the room erupted in applause and giggles and I blushed to be sitting so close to the object of their approval. Tony, on the other hand, didn't respond at all, just sat there with his chest swelling and his hard muscles gradually relaxing. I tried to turn my attention away and resumed eating. Soon, the other boys' attentions were also off on other things and the gasping kid beside me was left to himself I felt myself shivering with excitement and wonder when Tony finally tucked his limp penis back into his underpants and sat forward. I swallowed nervously and looked over at him. He looked calmly back at me and I could see two droplets of boyish sperm on his brown cheeks. "I told you I had sperm," the boy shrugged his small shoulders. The only explanation I can give for getting out of there without getting relief for my own little boyhood isn't very convincing coming from a boy like me but it was all I could think of: I was so amazed by the beauty of Tony's masturbatory odyssey that I left without realizing how totally horny I was. Kovz, the boy had actually asked me to butt fuck him and there I was stumbling out of the dining room oblivious to anything but the image of his sweet sperm squirting out of his hairless penis. At first, I didn't know where I was going, but soon my little head reminded my big head that it would like to do what Tony had done. Although I should have just gone back and done Tony like he wanted to be done, I realized that his casual acceptance of sex was too extreme even for me. It embarrassed me too much. Instead, I remembered John and his sweet innocence and remembered that he had been playing basketball with the equally sweet and innocent Dean and Prince Tod. I found myself gravitating toward the gym with greater and greater eagerness. When I arrived, however, none of my young friends was to be found. Only one boy was there, shooting baskets by himself I figured the others must have gone to play outside and started to turn back toward the door when the other boy suddenly called out, "Hey, Kelvin!" Perhaps it was the way his voice cracked or perhaps it was just curiosity about who it was, but I stopped and turned back. The boy had just taken a rebound and was clumsily dribbling the ball all the way down the court toward me. I realized that the silky blond hair bouncing around the boy's pretty face could only belong to Ben Shriner, yet another of the draftees. He was wearing gym shorts and white high top tennis shoes, but his chest and legs were bare. As I gazed at the pubescent beauty of his body, my thoughts about the other boys were quickly fading. Ben was really cute. As I said earlier, I had seen how awkward boys can be when they play basketball, but Ben was really an extreme version. His huge hands and big feet seemed to want to go everywhere but where he was heading but he managed to stumble rather quickly down the court without losing the ball. As he closed on the basket, I could tell he was going to try a lay up but the ball finally had had enough of his clumsiness and continued bouncing out ahead of him as he tried to pull it up in the air with him. If the boy was embarrassed by how badly he'd blown the shot, he gave no sign of it, just jumped to his feet with an adorable, totally happy smile on his face. "Hey, what are you doing?" he grinned coming over to me. At five foot five, he was a fairly tall boy compared to me. Despite his height, however, and the obvious pubescent gangliness of his body, his build was actually very similar to mine by which I mean to say that he was extremely thin. His shoulders were still straight up and down and his chest was scarcely any thicker than the rib cage that poked through his skin beneath it. Likewise his abdomen was very skinny with a cute little belly button. Even his skin was similarly colored, more a pale pink than anything else. He had very nice, soft purple nipples and he looked very smooth. With his yellow hair and bright blue eyes, I suspect that many people would suspect that he was my older brother. The major difference was in his height and in the considerably longer lengths of his arms and legs. Even with that, his hands and feet looked disproportionately large, as mine did, and his knees were knobby like mine were. He was fourteen years old, though, and I was still somewhat younger. I don't know: I would like for boys to say he looked like my older brother and would like it even more if my body looked like his when I was his age. I shrugged in answer to his question, blushing a little to realize that I'd again been caught staring at a half-naked boy. "I was just looking for some friends." "Well, stay here and play with me," he grinned. "We can play one on one." If he meant this sexually, the infectious happiness on his face belied it. He seemed thoroughly innocent in his offer. Okay," I shrugged again, trying to be cool. What followed was a complete comedy of errors, for we were both so pathetically bad at basketball that even after a half hour the score was only three to one (him leading, of course). Nonetheless, I found it intensely enjoyable for the older boy was so sweet and so happy that I adored just being around him. He was also old enough to send off the mate-seeking fragrance of young manhood. Though I quickly learned that his underarms were as smooth and hairless as mine, every time he raised his arms a sweet aroma swept across me that made me feel a little dizzy and, at the same time, made me feel even more attracted to him. He made me feel like a little boy and I felt oddly eager to let him cuddle me up in his arms. Both his appearance and his pubescent sweat had another effect on me, however, and despite all our play, my hairless little penis stayed stiff as a board. It was after about a half hour that Ben's big brotherly affection started to take on a more sexual nature. Since neither of us could take our clumsy basketball too seriously, we talked a lot as we played and pretty soon the boy was making rather overt comments about my penis. Mind you, I was wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt and he couldn't see the stiff erection between my legs, but he seemed to delight in talking about me having erections and about me masturbating myself. Although a little surprised by such overt talk, I wasn't exactly turned off either. The way he did it, the happy, affectionate way he grinned at me and slapped my back and all the little things he did made me feel kind of happy about it, too. I admitted to nothing, but giggled and blushed guiltily which apparently encouraged the tall, skinny youth all the more. Soon, his giggling jokes became even more descriptive about what he wanted to do to my little penis and soon he was slapping and touching me even more often. He started to foul me whenever he could and would overtly slip his big hands under my T-shirt to rub my skinny chest. It was fabulous. I felt like the most adored boy in the world and giggled happily every time he quit the game to tickle me and make a half-hearted effort to take my T-shirt off. I loved this kind of affection and wasn't at all offended when Ben's sexual innuendoes became even more and more blatant. Before long, he was overtly propositioning me to do all kinds of boy things with him but, though I didn't object or refuse, all I really did in reply was giggle and steal the ball from him. I knew I was going to have sex with him, but hearing his persistent requests was a very flattering turn-on. "Come on, Kely," the skinny boy giggled and grabbed my thin shoulders, holding me pinned as the ball dribbled away by itself. "Suck my penis off and I'll suck yours" I giggled and wiggled out of his grasp. He was much stronger than me, but obviously had no desire to rape me. I ran after the ball still giggling. "Please," he begged boyishly. "It'll feel so good, Kely. Please." He was just standing there so I dribbled toward the basket, tripped over my tennis shoes and fell to the floor. When I looked up, he was still looking at me, his pretty face still smiling but his eyes filled with pleading. "Please..." he repeated again. Okay, I was being a little cruel to a boy that I was desperately in love with, but you listen to an adorable fourteen year old boy begging you to have sex with him and tell me you wouldn't play it for all it was worth. "We should take a shower," I blushed lifting myself to my feet. "Okay," Ben instantly agreed, coming over and helping me up the rest of the way. I could already tell that he had an erection. Unlike me, the boy's penis was clearly large enough to show through his gym shorts. He fell silent as we went to the boys locker room, quickly becoming one of my favorite places to engage boys. I had the sneaking suspicion that Ben thought he was pulling something over on me, that he thought he was going to be able to seduce me in the showers. Little did he know that I hadn't the slightest thought of resisting him. The locker room was as deserted as the gym had been, the great outdoors obviously attracting everyone out into the sunshine. That was fine by me: all I cared about was Ben and he was clearly feeling the same way about me. We were both grinning as we stopped at a bench to get undressed. He actually waited while I peeled my T-shirt off which, despite an hour of basketball, was still dry: I was too young to sweat. "You have a nice body," Ben giggled as we both sat down to take our shoes off. "Thanks," I blushed, smiling happily. "So do you." It was great knowing that a boy as beautiful as Ben wanted me so badly. I doubt I had ever felt so loved and desired. I was probably one of few boys who could so honestly say they thought Ben had a nice body. The tall, gangly boy was too skinny for most who preferred the gentle roundness of boyish muscles. To me, however, Ben's long, slender abdomen and flat boy chest were stunning. The way his skinny ribcage rippled along his torso when he moved was captivating. As we pulled off our shoes and socks, we occasionally giggled and blushed at each other. I have little doubt that both of our penises were growing harder and harder the closer we got to finally sharing them. Ben was apparently trying to strip at the same pace that I was but when I stood up to take my shorts off I was a couple of seconds ahead of him and I wasn't wearing underwear. I peeled mine off quickly and bolted for the showers without giving the boy a chance to see my three inch erection. "Last one in's a rotten egg," I giggled. I heard Ben giggle behind me but he had a harder time trying to free his gym shorts than I'd had. I quickly slipped into the tiled shower room and took a shower head on the far wall. I turned on the water, felt it warm to temperature and crawled under it, listening excitedly for my would-be lover to join me. He must have slowed somewhat or was walking to the shower rather than running as I had done because it took a little while before he showed up. I spent the time watching the warm water cascade down my small, skinny body in the mirror for, as with most showers in the palace, the entire wall was mirrored, My hairless penis was poking up excitedly and I smiled adoringly at it. Maybe it was only three inches long, but I loved it and I knew it was eager to share its pleasure with me. After enduring Tony's powerful masturbation, the prepubescent thing was definitely ready to receive its due. Just as I was turning to find out what was keeping Ben, the young fourteen year old appeared in the shower entrance. I giggled in excited expectation and reflexively grabbed my penis and covered it with my hands. Ben grinned happily at this childish display as he paused and looked over at me. He was stark naked now and stood in pubescent magnificence without shame, though his soft cheeks were blushing brightly. Like me, the kid was fully erect and his man-sized penis stuck out straight and hard from between his thin legs. I was a little surprised by the size of his penis even though it wasn't at all strange for a fourteen year old boy to have a penis that was more than six inches long. Still, he seemed so sweet and so boyish that I just kind of figured he was more boy-sized like I was. His erection was almost seven inches long and was obviously very hard. It was neither very slender nor very thick, but rather was about the right girth for its length. I smiled at it adoringly for it actually looked very large for his skinny, boy-like body and especially for his sweet, adorable face. The boy did have pubic hair though not as much as his age or the size of his penis might have suggested. It wasn't peach fuzz by any means, but the "bush" was very small and very sparse, looking more like a few soft, curly hairs at the base of his erection. They were darker than the yellow hair on his head, but still had a soft, pubescent appearance to them. I was jealous of them, as always. His testicles were quite man-sized and quite well proportioned for his maturing penis. They hung slightly in a smooth, pale scrotum that was just as hairless as mine was. I giggled in embarrassment for how beautiful he was, his big penis looking wonderful on his skinny, gangly body. Ben grinned ear to ear, though his cheeks remained a rosy red. He walked into the shower and came closer to me, obviously not planning to claim his own shower head. He didn't say anything as he came up to me, just grinned and took the bar of soap from the soap dish. We both giggled as he soaped up his hands, me still holding my immature penis out of sight. "I'll wash your back," he grinned stepping up behind me. I almost moaned as I felt his overgrown hands rub the soap across my skinny shoulders and shivered a little as they rubbed across my sides. The shower was spraying directly against my chest and I lifted my face toward it and closed my eyes, relishing the tender caresses from the young man's tender fingers. I started panting as I felt the boy's hands move around my thin hips, felt his slimy fingers slip across my belly, felt him maneuver his body up against mine. He was apparently a little cautious about this because I felt his chest against the top of my shoulders well before I felt his swollen erection poking against the small of my back. I giggled and gasped suddenly, as if the air suddenly disappeared from my lungs. The skinny boy's chest against my shoulder blades felt wonderful, smooth and soft as an angel's but also slimy from the soap he'd already rubbed across them. His penis, which still hovered a little uncertainly against me, felt huge and wonderful. I could hear Ben grinning broader and could hear his own breathing quicken as he realized that I wasn't going to freak out on him or anything. Gradually, he let his hips move farther forward and his erection was soon pressing itself against my back. Because of the difference in our heights and the length of his thin legs, his smooth scrotum was resting against my upper buttocks. His erection itself was throbbing quite evidently up along my backbone. It felt great. "Oh, yeah," Ben grinned against my ear as his big hands slid slowly across my small chest. The spray from the shower quickly rinsed the soap away, but the boy didn't care, his arms encircling me and holding me close against him. I panted happily and relished the feel of his smooth body just as he was relishing mine. He let his hands explore all over my chest, up into my arm pits, down across my ribs, both of us just standing there and enjoying each other for a long time. "You have to wash me," I panted softly through my smile, eager to feel the slimy caresses of the soap against my small body again. "Okay," he agreed quickly, obviously still grinning like the Cheshire cat. He was still holding the soap in one hand and started rubbing it more fully against my naked skin. The shower was still spraying it away as soon as he wiped it on and I finally let go of my hairless groin long enough to turn it off. Ben showed that he noticed only by a brief panting laugh. Free of the water, his hand quickly soaped down my chest and abdomen until they were fully lathered. He even managed to slide the gentle slime into my armpits and over my shoulders. By the time he finally moved the bar between my legs, I was a walking pleasure boy. I pretended to protect my little boner only a little bit and Ben's free hand instantly joined the one with soap in forcing my smaller hand to let them inside to their little treasure. We both moaned and panted louder as his hands slipped below mine and finally touched my hairless jewels. The soap coated my three inch erection as it had my chest and belly and Ben's wonderful, exploring fingers gently worked it into the smooth skin. His pretty face slid down along the side of my head, rubbing his cheek against my wet hair, his breath coming in gasps against my small ear. I felt the boy very slowly and very rhythmically starting to work his huge cock against my body and moaned in pleasure along with him. Soon, his fingers were playing more directly with my little penis and he was slowly masturbating me through the slime. It felt absolutely wonderful and I stood there starting to feel weak-kneed and totally the plaything of the sweet boy. As his hands enjoyed my hairless little erection, his hips started to move more broadly and his big penis slid more across the soft skin of my lower back. The sweet mixture of my childish moans and his cracking pubescent ones echoing in the shower showed that we were both enjoying this a great deal. Thus, neither of us was in any hurry to stop it. He was still stroking my little penis when I finally stepped away and turned to face him. We were both panting excitedly and our turgid young penises both stood majestically between our legs, but we were both still grinning in total happiness. "My turn," I panted at the tall, beautiful boy. He panted back at me as my small hands took the soap from his hand, his blue eyes gazing adoringly across my small, skinny body, stopping to watch the little erection between my legs pulsing up and down in the lather. "Lift your arms up," I smiled, my eyes adoring his beautiful skinny chest and abdomen. He was totally trusting and raised both arms up, interlocking them behind his head. I started at his smooth, hairless arm pits, washing his pubescent scent away with some regret but loving the smooth softness of his skin. He grinned happily down at me as my hands slid the bar across his flat, skinny chest, tenderly worshipping the erect little nipples on the otherwise perfect silkiness of his flesh. I rubbed the bar of soap across his ribs with one hand while the other rested with my palm flat against his body, slowly and lovingly smearing the soap around, feeling the hard contours of his rib cage. Kovz, he felt smooth through the slime. It wasn't easy for me to do this because the bar of soap was too large for my small hand, but I managed it with great joy. His tummy shivered like a virgin's as my hands rubbed around his little belly button, the boy actually giggling through his panting. When I finally reached his penis, his whole body shuddered and he let out a pubescent grunt of pleasure and approval. His little pubic hairs, so few to begin with, were quickly swallowed in the lather of the soap and I ran the bar all the way up the long seven inches of his cock, the boy moaning his pleasure all the while. The last thing I wanted him to do was to have an orgasm just then, but I probably pushed the envelope back a little when my free hand joined the one with soap and lovingly spread it all over his man-sized erection. Before he could climax, I returned to the base of his penis and coated his smooth, beautiful testicles, feeling the loose skin of his scrotum rub seductively across the firm contours of his oblong balls. The boy was panting and moaning like he couldn't stand any more, but again I let my hands both move up his big penis, his knobby knees looking ready to buckle as I giggled and stroked the rock hard organ between his legs. When the tall boy's moans started to become excited cries, I finally let his penis go and he was panting louder than ever. He was still grinning happily, but it was pretty obvious that he couldn't take any more. Clearly his penis couldn't. The swollen head looked ready to burst from pressure and the young thing was throbbing up and down with every beat of his heart. Smiling up at his adorable, happy face, I stepped forward and we took each other in our arms. I giggled delightedly as his erection, which was now as hard as any boy could get, pressed against my skinny abdomen and throbbed angrily. I didn't let its anger worry me too much though: I was more than willing to give it my greatest treasure. As his big hands rubbed across my skinny shoulder blades and his sweet face leaned forward on my blond head, I slowly and lovingly worked the soap across his back. His shoulders were by no means broad, but they were still gently muscular. I could still feel the bony contours of his shoulder blades, but I could feel the rippling muscle as well. His skin was like satin. My little boner was poking up along the warm underside of his scrotum and I felt wonderful. In my happiness and excitement, I forgot to be careful with the soap. I felt the bar slip, tried to grip it tighter, and it shot out from my tightening fist and fell to the floor. Even I giggled at the obvious repercussions of such a failure. "I dropped the soap," I giggled at the grinning, panting boy in my arms. I blushed brightly and his blue eyes gazed adoringly at me. "You better bend over and pick it up," he said, sending a rash of giggles through both of us. He was so cute, his blond hair and smooth, pale face still dry and beautiful. He looked so boyish, but the big cock pressing against my belly reminded me that he was more than man enough. "Okay," I blushed, looking forward to what I knew was coming next. I saw the bar of soap laying on the tiled floor some feet away, but didn't bother walking over to it. Instead, I knelt down as far as I could (which is pretty far for a twelve year old boy) and watched my young friend stepping up behind me. I panted excitedly as I felt his big hands taking hold of my hips. Standing full upright, the boy was too tall to reach the small butt hole I knew I was displaying before him. His stiff penis was sticking straight out above my small bottom. I needed to stand up on something or... My thinking was cut off when I suddenly felt a second bar of soap being rubbed across my buttocks. Ben had apparently taken another bar from the soap tray. I stopped worrying about the difference in our height as the boy started rubbing the soap across my butt cheeks, even sliding the corner of it down along my small, hairless crack. It felt great and I soon felt the hard comer pushing against my tight sphincter. That felt even nicer and I moaned my approval. Ben giggled. He started pushing the bar rhythmically into my butt hole, each time a little more firmly, each time urging my tight innocence to relax. I was accustomed to this well enough by this point to adapt rather readily and soon felt the bar slipping deeper as my sphincter opened wider. Despite his obvious excitement, Ben took all the time necessary to ensure that my bottom was fully prepared for the huge invasion that was to follow. Soon, there was so much soap spread around my bottom and so much lathered around his gifted cock that soap was trickling down both our legs, a fact I could easily verify since I could see his hairless shins between my legs. When he was ready, he let the soap drop without comment and his big hands took hold of my hips. From my crouched over vantage point, I could see the boy bending at his knees to get low enough to reach my little orifice. When it became clear that. he couldn't comfortably kneel that far, he let go of one of my hips and took hold of his engorged penis. Within seconds, I felt his swollen penis head pressing directly against my butt hole. I gasped so excitedly that it echoed and let out crying sounds of both excitement and preparation. I knew that a penis as big as his was would hurt a little as it went in, but I was desperately eager to feel it shoved all the way inside me. Ben seemed equally aware of the pain his gifted cock could inflict on a small boy and he was very gentle. His hips pressed his purple glans forward firmly but with cautious persistence, never pushing harder than my little sphincter was able to accept. His penis was sufficiently large and my bottom was sufficiently small that this took some doing, all of which was intensely pleasurable. As I said, however, my butt was getting used to the feel of being penetrated and it didn't take too much work for me to relax the appropriate muscles. Despite this, it was still a very tight fit and though my butt hole widened enough to admit the most pointed part of his cock, it had to be coaxed into widening enough to let the wider knob slip inside. Ben was fully aware of this as well and as my resistance grew greater, his persistence grew equally greater. With patient but firm resolve, the young fourteen year old managed to slip a little bit more of his penis head inside me. It did hurt, but the accompanying pleasure was wonderful. His penis head forced my butt hole open so wide that I was a little surprised when the pressure released, my sphincter finally clamping down on the narrower shaft of his erection, his swollen glans buried all the way inside my butt. Needless to say, both our panting and moaning was even more intense by this point. When a fourteen year old has his penis poking into your butt, you get pretty excited. The forward pressure he was still imposing on my skinny little body required me to brace myself forward on my hands, which left me leaning so far forward that the poor boy had to point his throbbing cock downward even further. He seemed more than willing to do this and I could feel him ever so slowly exerting his penis's mastery over my little bottom. Nonetheless, before he'd been able to force his swollen penis more than an inch inside me, I could hear him grunting more from pain than pleasure. A fourteen year old's erection shouldn't be twisted too far out of its natural position; it's just too hard to be very malleable. "Ben," I panted, gasping a little from a pain that was a little more expected. "Let's go down." I wasn't referring to blow jobs and Ben instantly knew what I meant. With surprising skill for so clumsy a boy, he managed to move with me as I lowered myself to my knees still leaning forward on my hands. His penis started to slip out a little but my tight sphincter wasn't quite willing to stretch wide enough to let the swollen girth of his penis head slip outside of it too easily. Soon, we were in doggy position, which made it much easier for Ben to lean forward and adopt the position that his young body had been built for. Now, his penis was sticking upward and the lay of his body allowed him to point it directly up my little butt. I was a little surprised when the kid's skinny arms appeared on either side of me. Though his chest was laying pleasantly against my thin back, his gangly arms were still long enough to reach the shower floor. He braced himself there and I soon felt his penis pushing forward again. My bottom, eager to feel him inside me and eager to give him pleasure, slowly parted to admit him and I felt his cock slip in inch by throbbing inch. It didn't hurt near so much as it might have for a less experienced boy my size. As it was, what pain there was easily disbursed behind the pleasure I knew I was giving the other boy and by the pleasure he was invoking in me. Only three inches inside me, his penis head was pressing against my immature prostate gland and it felt wonderful. What's more, the sensation of his incredible hardness filling the deepest caverns in my body was exquisite, make everything inside me feel harder and build in pressure. Most significant of these was the stiff, three inch boner between my legs which seemed to be swelling with each fraction of an inch of boy cock that moved inside me. Ben was no less enraptured. The boy's skinny chest was resting on my thin shoulders and his cute blond head was laying on my shoulder, his cracking pubescent voice moaning directly against my ear. I could feel muscles all along his long body flexing as he struggled pathetically to drive his penis deeper into the warm tightness of my body. For almost three minutes, the boy had no other thought in mind and for every bit of penis he worked deeper, the next bit became that much more difficult. He had to squirm and struggle to find the right combination of muscles and the right direction to press his cock forward. Like a salmon struggling upstream to spawn, his penis head was searching for the full depths of my body, the safest, warmest place to plant his young seed. I felt the pressure going deeper and deeper, felt his swollen penis head starting to swell my lower tummy, felt it forcing my rectum into straighter position, felt his boy cock pressing its way into my belly. By the time the boy had finally found the place he desired, by the time his penis was buried so deeply into me that his sparse little pubic hairs were tickling the hairless crack of my butt, the invading erection felt like a warm, pulsing piece of steal jammed up into my midsection. "Does it hurt?" Ben cried and gasped in my ear. "No," I cried back. It didn't hurt either. It felt wonderful, like my body had long been missing this vital part of itself I hadn't felt so big a penis inside of me since Travis Berenson had taken me in the shower at the Labar Keep and I didn't want it to ever go away. Needless to say, both Ben and I were physically drained by this intense union of our growing bodies. I fully expected that the boy would start humping me and ejaculate his seed inside me, but he didn't. Instead, his big hands, still soap covered and slimy, reached up and took hold of my little chest again. This left his full one hundred and ten pound weight resting fully on my back but the wonderful feeling of his caresses made the weight a pleasant one to bare. Not that the boy's hands stopped at my chest. They were soon stroking all along my ribs and his right hand finally reached down and took hold of my stiff little boner. I had not been prepared for the intense jolt of pleasure that shot through my hairless boyhood. With the kid's big erection all the way up inside me, my own penis had become so sensitive that just his tender caresses made me feel like I was about to explode with an orgasm. When his fingers started rubbing on the little organ, I started crying like a baby, so wonderful did it feel. His other hand was still rubbing up and down on my chest and abdomen, holding it tightly and supporting himself as he grunted loudly and ever so gently pulled his hips back. For a moment, my tight buttocks moved backward with him but I soon stiffened my knees and held firm and I felt his rock hard cock starting to move out of my intestines. His penis was so big that he would have had to sit up and take his chest from my back, not to mention letting my penis go, to pull it out very far. He didn't want to do this and I didn't want him to. Instead, just as his glans rubbed against my prostate, his penis still three inches inside me, he started pushing forward again and slid the other three and a half inches back inside. The pleasure was exquisite, equally exhilarating for both of us. No sooner did I feel the hard thing touch the deepest point than the talented fourteen year old started pulling it out again, again moving about three and a half inches before he reversed direction and reinserted it. I didn't know about Ben, but I was going insane from the pleasure erupting throughout my skinny little body. By butt and penis were clearly the focal points of the pleasure but it seemed to be racing through every cell and fiber, making me moan loudly in ecstasy. I felt warm and dizzy, as if my mind had evacuated my body and left it to enjoy its carnal desires. I wanted the boy to fuck me faster and to rub faster on my little penis and he responded as if he could hear me, his skinny chest and abdomen rubbing easily against my back in the slime of the soap. My bottom had fully accepted his penis now and, though it was still squeezing the hard cock tightly, it easily admitted him to rub in and out of it. Whatever giggling Ben and I felt was swallowed in a thunderous echo of passionate boyish moaning and grunting. We weren't making love anymore. The boy and I were engaged in full-blown, totally physical sex. His hips were moving forward and back with ease, his penis sliding in and out of my stretched butt hole without resistance and the smooth skinny boy was taking full advantage of the welcome admittance my body permitted him. Faster he fucked me, my butt soon feeling a little raw, but totally absorbed in the pleasure of his erection. Adding to that pleasure, the kid's wonderful fingers were playing the three inch erection between my legs like a maestro playing a violin. I was consumed with the frantic waves of pleasure racing all through my penis, buttocks and, indeed, my entire body. Crying loudly from excitement, I gazed down the underside of my body, saw Ben's big hand rubbing up and down my skinny chest and tummy, saw his fingers awkwardly tugging at my little erection in the slime of the soap. We were both so passionate at this point that it was little surprise that our orgasm joined and melded, both of us suddenly crying louder as the pleasure became almost unbearable. So entranced was I by the pleasure between my legs that I didn't realize how loud my soprano voice was squealing. As the final assault of orgasm filled the hardness in my loins, I cried even louder without concern. With Ben's cock buried fully into my body, I didn't jerk as madly as I might have when I felt my penis flexing in its immature effort to ejaculate, but young Ben did. After driving his erection in the last few times with loud, cracking grunts, he suddenly shoved it in deeper than ever and his entire body started shuddering like it was being electrocuted. There, deep inside my body, the adorable boy finally planted his young sperm. I don't know if I felt it or just imagined it but the way his body was struggling on top of me, I knew he was having an orgasm every bit as nice as the one I was having. He was ejaculating and he was ejaculating inside of me. I loved it. It seemed to go on for minutes but was probably beginning to recede after fifteen seconds or so. What it gave up in length, however, it more than made up for in height for it was a wonderful orgasm. So intense was it that both Ben and I collapsed where we were, both of us still crying like little children. His penis rubbed a couple more times inside my body before growing still, the sweet thing already beginning to soften. His fingers on my little erection continued to fondle it gently, but the hairless little boner didn't let up at all, the only real advantage to not having sperm yet. We were both so exhausted that even after he pulled his softening dick out of my butt, we lay there on the shower floor and gasped for air. After several minutes, we finally looked at each other and giggled happily. We showered each other adoringly, talking now more like loving boy friends than potential sex mates. Afterward, we helped each other dress and went up to my room where we spent a night enjoying his erection up inside my little body.