The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Thirteen "Hey, you guys better get up," I heard a young boy's cracking voice say, felt a large hand gently shaking my shoulder. By the noise in the dormitory, I could tell that all the other boys were already up and busy getting dressed. Wearily I rolled over and saw Tod's adorable face looking at me, his cheeks so smooth and his blond hair so silky I could tell he had already taken a shower. His baby blue eyes gazed intently at mine for a long moment. "It's almost eight o'clock," his beautiful voice said. This shocked me, but I was so exhausted from our late night party I couldn't do more than sit up and rub the sleep from my face. Tod swallowed and disappeared beneath the bed and I could hear him shaking Kelly awake. "Get up," he said softly. "What time is it?" Kelly's groggy, high-pitched voice asked. "Almost eight." Tod turned back to his own bed and started folding his pajamas. It had been very nice of him to wake us up because breakfast was served promptly at eight and late boys were given spankings even if their "uncles" were knights. There wasn't time for showers so Kelly and I hurried to get dressed once we were enough awake. I didn't notice Tod taking any particular attention of us as we changed, but we did smile boyishly at each other. Despite the full night's sleep, our hairless little penises dangled limp. I was pleased again at how happy a boy Kelly was. He didn't seem in the least troubled by what he had been doing and I had little doubt that he'd be more than happy to have boy sex all day long if only his little prepubescent boyhood would have handled it. We didn't mention our experiences with Travis and Billy the night before, even when we saw the two of them pass by us nudging and giggling to each other, but we did have our boyish chatter running all through breakfast. We had become such good friends in so short a time, had already shared things that many boys several years older than us were too afraid to share. Finally, we were required to part; me to my eighth grade courses, Kelly to his fifth grade ones. I would miss him all day long and expected that he would feel the same about me. Nothing of note happened during classes that morning until History. Tod had smiled and nodded at me when I came in and took my seat in the back of the room and I had favored him with my sweetest, boyish blush and smile. The class went on much as it had the previous day and I again distinguished myself with my knowledge of history (though I still had no memory of ever learn- ing it). Near the end of class, the boy in front of me secretly handed me a note behind Miss Millicent's back. Delighted by the trickery, I waited until it was safe for me to open it. The writing looked young but it was still fairly neat. How'd you learn so much history?! I'm probably going to flunk the test. Tod I looked up toward him and he smiled back to me, shrugging hopelessly. He turned back quickly before Miss Millicent saw him. He was so sweet I couldn't believe it. I wanted to be his friend so bad I didn't even think about what it would be like to make love to him. He was such an adorable boy. With the note secure in my fist, I felt brave enough to go up to him as soon as class was over. "History isn't that tough," I said. He smiled, a pretty blush creeping into his smooth cheeks. "Maybe not for you. It's my worst subject." We walked out of the classroom together, our books held beneath our arms as we entered the mass of boys scurrying along the hall. "I could help you study... if you want," I said. "Would you? I could really use it." "Yeah. You want to get together after sixth period?" "Sure. I'll meet you in the library." "Okay." He was such a nice boy. While the hallway was filled with other boys screaming and calling out to each other, Tod's pubescent voice remained soft and quiet. "See you then," I said, continuing on when he stopped at his locker. "See you," he smiled. Kelly was still working the combination to his basket lock when I arrived for P.E. "I got an A in biology," his high- pitched voice grinned. Somehow I wasn't surprised, but all I could think about was Tod and I didn't say much to Kelly. Soon he was naked and he paraded his hairless penis in front of me as I sat undressing. I grinned at him but didn't touch him or anything: there were a dozen other half naked boys along the aisle who would have seen. My curiosity about Tod did nothing to lessen my love for Kelly's penis and I would have loved to have sucked the limp little thing right there. Nonetheless, we both changed into our gym clothes and headed happily out with the other little boys. The lesson for the day was wrestling and Kelly and I eagerly took each other as partners. We spent the entire hour enjoying the flexing pressures of our skinny little bodies rubbing togeth- er and we both got expectant erections. Kelly didn't seem to mind that the other boys were around or even when the coach was watch- ing us particularly: I kept feeling him deliberately rubbing against my penis, sometimes only with his thigh, other times actually grabbing it with his hands. If anybody noticed, it was the coach, but he didn't say anything. It seemed to me he watched us more than the other boys, maybe even liked our boyish fondling and giggles. We liked wrestling together. Afterward, we strolled into the shower with the press of other naked little boys. Our penises were limp, but had grown a bright pink after an hour of being rubbed through our jock straps. The little boys were all too innocent to notice and I don't think Kelly did either. We were just boys and boys did things like that. "You want to go to the lake?" Kelly asked as his skinny, hairless legs squirmed into his underpants. "No," I said. "I'm helping Tod with history in the library." "Who's Tod?" he asked. "That boy on the top bunk next to us," I said. "Oh. He's nice." "Yeah." Kelly didn't seem to mind that I was going to see Tod. He was so young and innocent that something like jealousy wouldn't enter into his mind anymore than it would mine. He said he was going to ride bikes with some of the other boys that afternoon and I said I would join them after helping Tod. I entered the library and was quickly waved to a table by Tod who was already to go. For the next hour, we went through all the material that was going to be covered on the next day's test. The thought of sex with him scarcely entered my mind the whole while but I was acutely aware of his presence, could sense and feel the warmth and beauty of his body so close to me. I was too shy to change the study relationship we were establishing, and Tod gave no sign that he had any other thoughts on his mind either. We weren't having sex, but we were becoming friends and I liked that almost as much. Miss Millicent had given us some practice questions for the test and I left Tod to work on them alone. Having nothing better to do while he finished, I started to wander through the aisles of scrolls and books that made up the library. Without doubt it was an impressive collection for not being a university. There were row on row of shelves a dozen feet high, crammed with material, thousands of volumes, step ladders on every aisle to help small boys get to the highest shelves. I browsed through them, occasionally pulling down a scroll or book and glancing through it. Mostly, my interests seem to lie in magic and myths, but I was also interested in the pictures of goblins, trolls and dwarves that decorated some of the volumes. It was all very interesting. I was caught up in my explorations and had wandered rather deep into the shelves. I hadn't passed any other boys that deep though I was so caught up in the books that I hadn't realized it. Everything was so quiet, the musty smell of old leather and wood dominating the air, that a sudden gasp startled me and I jumped back against a shelf with my heart pounding. I looked up the aisle and was surprised to see two boys. Both were older than me, but one looked about sixteen and the other only about thirteen. The younger boy was pressed against the same row of books that I was, cornered against them by the older boy. He was wearing a loose-fitting tank top, the type that left so much of his side exposed that his chest was almost totally visible from the side. The older boy's hands were reach- ing up beneath it, rubbing the skinny boy's chest and belly as his lips kissed and caressed his neck and shoulders. The smaller boy's palms were spread wide against the books as his body was felt out and kissed. He was very cute, his eyes closed, thin lips parted as he gasped in fear and surprise. He was a few inches taller than me but an equal number of inches shorter than the older boy who was molesting him. Neither of them noticed me there, and I was so astonished to stumble across them that I just stood there watching. The older boy had long dark hair and I could tell he was very muscular. His hands rapidly rubbed the smaller boy's skinny body, running up and stroking his hairless underarms and up and down on his rib cage. His mouth, as it kissed and sucked the other boy's slender neck and collar bones, made gasping sounds, his eyes closed and totally consumed with passion for the youth. He was wearing flannel shorts and I could see the huge bulge of his erection pulsing out at them. The younger boy looked powerless, unable to do anything but stand there and have his skinny body caressed and stroked. This isn't to say that he didn't enjoy what was being done to him, for he looked very excited by the attention, the bulge in his shorts every bit as throbbing as that of the older boy. I could see the smooth, hairless skin of his skinny abdomen as the older boy's hands rubbed up his chest; pale, soft, beautiful flesh. He looked familiar and I was pretty sure he lived in my dormitory. I felt my little penis stiffening as I watched them. They were so caught up in passion, the older boy starting to moan with pleasure as he kissed the younger one. My boyhood stood stiff and at attention as I stared at them, watched as the older boy's hands slid down the other's flat belly and cautiously slipped beneath his shorts, both boys moaning when it was obvious that his hand was holding the boy's naked erection. The big bulge of his hand moved up and down beneath the younger boy's shorts and I was astonished at how excited they were, how eager they both were for sexual relief. I hadn't realized it, but I had started to gasp with amaze- ment and the older boy must have heard me for he suddenly looked up at me. He jerked his hand from the other boy's shorts and jumped back, staring at me with a mixture of fear and anger. The other boy flushed bright red immediately and grabbed his shorts making certain that they were all the way on. "What are you doing here, kid?" the older boy's baritone voice asked with a touch of malice. "Nothing," I stammered, my stiff penis softening in terror and ready to pee at any second. The boy against the shelves looked every bit as afraid as I was. "Get out of here," the older boy ordered. I was so afraid, I seemed rooted to the spot and I didn't move. "Get!" the boy hissed menacingly. I got. I dived away from the aisle and back toward the front of the library. My heart was pounding, half from terror, half from excitement. I had managed to keep from wetting my pants, but I knew I had to go real soon. I saw Tod at the table and quickly went and sat down. He didn't even look up at me. Within sec- onds, the skinny boy who had so recently been fondled appeared. He glanced at me briefly then he and his bright red face quickly went to the library door and departed. A few seconds later, the older boy appeared. He shot me a glare filled with acid then he too left. "Done," Tod smiled looking up at me. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately, his face losing its happiness. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "Nothing," I dismissed, though I was breathing quickly in fear. What if that boy was so mad at me he was going to beat me up? What if he was waiting just outside the library door for me? I grabbed Tod's pad and started checking his answers. He didn't say anything and his aura seemed to indicate that he had dis- missed my apparent terror. "Good," I said at length. "You don't have any trouble with history," I charged, though most of my mind was still thinking about the muscular, older boy. "You're just a good teacher," the adorable boy smiled. He was so innocent. He didn't have the foggiest notion that I had just seen a ghost: mine! That guy was going to kill me. "You want to go swimming?" he asked almost immediately. "Uh," I stammered. My young brain thought quickly. I did want to go swimming with Tod (anything to see that beautiful body again), but I also wanted to scurry back to Kelly. He wasn't tough enough to defend me from the older boy, but he was familiar and I would feel safe with him. "No," I blurted without realiz- ing what I was saying. "I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine." Tod looked genuinely hurt. "Oh," his voice cracked. "Okay." "We can play War tonight, if you want to," I said, hoping not to hurt the boy's ego as I stood up. "Okay," he smiled. God, he was cute. Tod and I spoke our good-byes, and I left the library like a criminal avoiding the FBI. Everywhere I turned I was certain that the older boy would be there, but I never saw him. I avoid- ed the open, walking close to the walls and behind pillars, hoping beyond hope to avoid getting beat up, but the boy never appeared. Eagerly I checked out a bike and finally found Kelly out on the dirt tracks with a group of other little boys. The dirt tracks occupied a large corner of the school grounds. It was a fairly large wooded area with steep hills and trails for the boys to ride bikes on. Most of the boys at the school were very good at negotiating them, jumping over the dirt ramps, careening around the banked curves and such, but I was fairly new to the game. I knew how to ride a bike, obviously, but I didn't ride one all that often. Like all the other boys, Kelly was wearing a tank top and gym shorts when I found him surveying the trails from the highest hill atop his bike. I rode up to him and tried to do one of those skidding slides that the other boys did so well. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't as good as the others. "What's up?" I asked, walking the bike over beside him. He shrugged nonchalantly. A boy atop his bicycle feels every bit a king. "Not much," he said. "Did you finish studying?" He behaved so much cooler and older now than normal it was almost funny, but I was just happy to be with him. He may not have been as big or as strong as the boy who was out to kill me, but he was my friend and I felt safe. "Yeah," I said, rearing my bike into a standing wheeley. It was an easy feat, but it looked cool nonetheless. "You want to race?" he asked. I shrugged. "Nah." "Hey, Kelly!" a little boy called from a pack of racers causing us both to look. "Come on!" "Come on," Kelly said, his slender, hairless legs all ready to kick off after them. "No, you go ahead," I said. I had other things on my mind. I didn't need to go racing to feel safe, just needed to be near him. The dirt track was close enough and I certainly didn't feel like explaining to him what was on my mind. Kelly looked disappointed in me, but shrugged his thin shoulders in the tank top and pushed himself over the hill. At the bottom, he stood up on the pedals and rapidly caught up with the other boys, performing a skidding, whirling stop that put mine to shame. I leaned back on my seat, my skinny arms reaching out to hold the handlebars. In many ways, the whole scene in the library already seemed like a dream, but I was still nervous and wasn't about to leave the safety of my friends. I also didn't want to be atop the hill, however, and I leaned forward and went over it, braking to keep from going too fast: let the other boys show off, I just wanted that good a rider. My plan was to ride around for awhile, then Kelly and I could go to dinner and I would be safe from the older boy. I still felt nervous, but I was safe. At the bottom of the hill, howev- er, I discovered the other boy, the younger one, the one who was being so overpowered by the boy I feared. My heart instantly started pounding nervously and I looked anxiously around for the boy who was going to kill me. When I didn't seem him anywhere, I let my bike slow down and looked at the skinny boy. He was sitting under a pine tree still in the tank top and shorts I had seen him in earlier. A moto- cross bike lay in the brown grass near him. He hadn't seen me yet and I was far away enough to run, but he didn't look mean like the other boy had. He looked scared and depressed. Maybe if I made friends with him, the other boy would leave me alone... It was a long shot, but he was such a cute boy and looked so nice that it was worth it. Besides, I knew what they had been doing and I didn't mind it at all; they had nothing to fear from me. I paddled my way toward him with my feet: still sitting on the bike, I had the feeling that I could ride away faster than he could run if he got mad at me and wanted to catch me. I got very close before he noticed me and looked up. Immediately his eyes filled with terror, then were just as quickly replaced with sadness. He didn't look mad at me in the slightest, however, and I stepped a little bit closer. "Hi," I said. Oddly enough, the boy looked so sad that I lost any fear I'd had of him altogether. He had a twig of straw in his hands when I rode up and he sighed and looked down at it glumly now that I was there. "Hi," his high pitched voice cracked hopelessly. I sat there for a moment uncertain what to say. "My name's Kelvin," I said finally. The boy was silent for a long moment, then shrugged. "What's your name?" I asked when it was obvious he wasn't going to answer. "Sean," he said. He didn't look up at me at all, just sat twirling the straw in his hand. He wasn't making it easy to make friends with him, but I didn't feel afraid of him and leaned my bike over on the grass as I stood up. I didn't say anything as I sat down against the tree beside him. For a long moment, I looked around at the sunlit scenery, then slowly found my eyes creeping toward him. He sat with his legs extended and crossed. They were beautiful legs, long and hairless save for little silver hairs on his calves just above his socks. They had a light brown tan and the farther up them I looked the smoother his skin looked until I passed over his soft thighs and my imagination had to make do for what lay beneath his white gym shorts. Above then, I could make out the skinny con- tours of his abdomen through the baggy red tank top he wore. The tank top was so loose on him that I could see a good portion of his small chest and I found myself looking slowly up it, up his slender neck to a very cute face of innocent fear. "I won't say anything," I found myself saying, making sure my eyes were fixed on his as he looked at me. "About what?" he asked with a nervous shrug. I just shrugged, too. Far be it for me to say something embarrassing when it was his activities being discussed. I looked away and for a long moment we sat there silent. In my mind, however, I was dreaming of him, dreaming of how pretty he was, how sweet a boy he looked and acted. I loved him without knowing why and wished I knew some way to tell him that. Kelly and the other racers suddenly leapt over the hill where I had been sitting a few moments before, twisting as much as they dared as their bikes caught air and hurled them toward the dirt ramp below. They didn't notice us sitting alone beneath the tree and we didn't draw attention to ourselves. Sean suddenly sighed. He dropped the piece of straw and pressed his palms together between his thighs. I wanted to be his friend so much, wanted to be able to talk to him, to explain to him how I understood what he and the boy were doing, but he said nothing. Slowly my eyes scanned along his smooth, boyish legs again, marveling at how pretty they were, at how pretty and sweet he was. Slowly I gazed up his skinny abdomen and chest again, marveled at the beauty of the smooth, clear skin beneath his tank top. Suddenly I was looking at his cute face and I realized with a start that he was looking at mine. Our blue eyes met for a long moment. "You're really cute," he said in a boyish voice little louder than a whisper. I blushed immediately and looked away. "So are you," my little voice replied. Kovz! He liked me! That's why he was so nervous. He wasn't worried about me telling anyone about him and the other boy. He wanted to play with me! I knew it. I knew it instantly. And it filled me with terror. Another long moment passed before I suddenly felt Sean's skinny arm moving behind my neck, slowly encircling my thin shoulders. He did it with such gentleness and yet with so much tenseness that all I could was allow my smaller body to be slowly brought down next to his. He felt warm. My shoulder, bared beneath the strap of my tank top, slipped into his smooth under- arm and I could feel the softness of his side as I pressed my elbow down between our skinny bodies. I felt my cheek come in contact with his chest where it met his shoulder beneath his tank top and I let it rest there. Feeling sick with love for him, I slowly lifted my face and looked at him. Sean tried to hold my gaze, but after a few brief seconds he turned away and sighed. I think he'd have pulled his arm from around me if it weren't for the fact that doing so would have required him to shove my head forward or to scrape his upper arm against the bark of the tree. Instead he sat there with his limp arm around my shoulders and his pretty eyes looking out over the trails, looking as sad and unhappy as a boy could look. I felt as afraid of him somehow as he must have felt about me, but he had obviously taken the first step. As cautiously and gently as I could, I slowly reached across and lay my arm across his skinny abdomen. I could feel his body briefly tense at this contact, but after a few moments, I spread my fingers and very slowly, very gently, took hold of his small abdomen and held it. I could feel his ribs beneath my palms through his tank top, could feel them awkwardly swell as the boy struggled to find an acceptable way to breathe. The large hand wrapped around my thin back answered this contact by gently taking hold of my little shoulder, the grip as loose and uncertain as a question, the boy asking me if I wanted more, not demanding. He was so afraid, and I could feel his fear. I was limited in how I could respond. My right arm, the one farthest from him, was already reaching across his belly. The left one was pinned between our rib cages and I could not have extracted it without upsetting the moment. Instead, I slowly, gently, lovingly stroked up and down on his body with my hand, feeling the life inside him, feeling his fear. Did he understand how I felt about him? I had no way to know. He felt so inno- cent, so pure. I knew he was interested in me, but he didn't know what to do next, and I was terrified of frightening him. The boys broke over the hill again, their bikes taking air and them squealing with pleasure, hitting hard against the dirt below and standing to pedal faster as soon as they could. Again, they didn't notice Sean and I, and our bodies tensed only in momentary fear at discovery, neither of us letting go of the other. When the other boys had passed, I slowly moved my hand down and slipped it beneath his tank top. He let out a silent cry as I slid my hand against the baby soft side of his body, felt the slender hardness of it gently, lovingly. I knew I was frighten- ing him, just as that boy in the library had frightened him, but I knew just as well that he wanted it, needed it, just as badly as I did. His skin felt so warm, so smooth, so soft. Feeling his fear as my own, I looked up at him, and his cute face turned down to me. His eyes were filled with fear and pleading, longing but so very afraid. We gazed into each other's eyes as my hand felt along his beautiful body. For a brief moment, he looked ready to cry and I instinctively responded by pushing my lips against his. His body tensed in uncertainty again, but his hormones understood quickly enough, and I felt his awkward lips pressing back. By the time our lips parted, we were both gasping nervously. I lay my head against his small, skinny chest and he held me there. Slowly, cautiously, his fingers started to tug at my tank top, pulling it up from my body. I let him lift it as high as he could with me pressed against him, felt his trembling fingers reaching to pet my skin. Feeling an aching in me that corre- sponded with his, I slowly sat up. Our eyes met, both pained, confused, uncertain. To answer his, I sighed nervously and pulled my tank top up my skinny body and arms. With bare chest and belly, I held the skimpy garment to the side, releasing it only when I felt both of his big hands reaching out to hold my warm body. I melted against him. Bare chested now, I felt free to tug at his tank top, and I lay gasping as I tugged on it, Sean's hands nervously but excitedly feeling across my back, along my sides, over my hairless armpits. We were both gasping by the time the cute boy finally sat up, his body pushing me away. I sat up uncertainly, then watched as he swallowed and pulled his own tank top off, his thin back laying against the tree trunk as he swallowed with fear that I might again turn him away. Free of his tank top, the boy's little chest was as long and skinny as it had been in it. He had almost no muscle and his little nipples sat on an all but flat chest, skinny rib cage rippling gently beneath it. With a slight whimper of love, I again melted against him, burying my cheek against the incredible softness of his boyish chest. My arm again took hold of his skinny body, this time feeling the warmth of his smooth, bare skin against mine as I slowly rubbed up and down his young rib cage. It is impossible to calculate how long we sat there in each other's arms. My hands were slowly feeling along his pretty body and his were rubbing against mine while the bike racers rode by twice. Both times we tensed with fear, but neither of us let go. We just closed our eyes, felt each other, loved each other. I felt so totally content with this relationship that I never made a move to go farther. The feel of Sean's skinny, bare chest and soft, smooth skin was all that I seemed to want for the thought of his penis never occurred to me. It felt so good to have him holding me, loving me, and to hold him, love him, that his penis and mine didn't seem to make much difference. At any rate, I didn't think about it until I suddenly felt Sean's tender hand moving down my body and very gently rub his fingertips along the limp bulge between my legs. I became erect within a second, my body tensing with so much astonishment that he was touching my penis after all that Sean felt obliged to squeeze my shoulder and reassure me. "It's okay," his cracking voice said softly. "It's okay." As tenderly as can be imagined, the cute boy gently caressed the stiff, skinny, little bulge in my shorts, and I fought to calm myself. It was such an odd thing to me: I, who had been to bed with so many boys in the past few weeks was suddenly being reassured by a boy I believed to be a virgin. Yet, there I sat, as if I had never had a boy hold my penis before, reveling in his loving attentions as I had no other boy before. I felt like a little boy beside him. By touching my penis, Sean had become my master. Nonetheless, I wasn't so silly as to cry out about this contact. Without doubt I had gotten intensely horny in a very short time, but I continued to feel his skinny body, caress his beautiful flesh without pause save for that brief moment of surprise. The sudden tenseness in my body did not deter Sean. His fingers, long and awkward, continued to probe and feel my small erection through my shorts. I felt suddenly embarrassed at my lack of size and pubic hair, but Sean, if he had noticed how immature I was, said nothing as he felt along my stiff, two inch boyhood. For a long while I let him do this without response, just lay there against his bare chest and let him fondle me however he liked. After a few moments, however, I started to feel an orgasm building in my little penis and I didn't want that to happen before Sean understood that I could do something for him, too. If nothing else, I didn't want to have an orgasm with my shorts on. I wanted to feel his fingers touching it raw and naked. Almost crying from the pleasure the cute young boy was evok- ing in my penis, I slowly let my hand slide down his skinny abdomen, over his gym shorts until it came to rest on the gifted young erection in his shorts. The boys broke over the hilltop again and our bodies twitched with surprise, but neither of us let go of the other's erection. Their temporary presence only seemed to get us more excited and Sean started to pant with nervous pleasure, spreading his legs wider as my small hand felt slowly along the six inch, rock hard penis in his shorts. He held my little erection between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it through my shorts until I looked up at his cute young face. Our eyes locked for a long moment, wide and filled with frightened passion, mine with the added intensity of a prepubescent orgasm. I felt his arm tighten around my thin shoulders, felt his smooth face move closer to mine until his moist lips pressed against mine in an awkward first kiss. He didn't hold it for long but when he pulled his head back it was obvious that he liked it. His pretty blue eyes looked into mine with desire pleading with me not to be ashamed if we went farther. His fingers still pulled gently on my penis and I started to cry quietly as I felt it growing still harder, felt it building to a mind blowing orgasm. Sean seemed to know what was happening for he looked down at the little bulge he held in his hand, my blue eyes gazing into his pretty face and telling him that he didn't have to bring me to climax yet, but that I would do it if he wanted me to. After a few seconds, he finally let the little boner go and I could feel it throbbing madly with pubescent demands for relief. Gently the boy brought his hand down on my bare belly, lovingly caressing the baby soft skin around my little belly button. It tickled and made my abdomen twitch nervously but his hand felt so warm, so gentle. I could feel his hard penis throbbing as he slowly pressed his fingertips beneath the elastic band of my gym shorts and started moving them down toward my naked little erec- tion. I stared with mouth hanging open seeing that big, beautiful hand sticking down my shorts, his wrist and forearm looking so smooth and skinny. I gasped in shock as I felt the raging head of my little penis against it, felt the boy's long fingers ever so gently take hold of my stiff boyhood sliding down the shaft until I felt his fingertips pressing against my hairless testi- cles and pubic mound. My body was totally emersed in pleasure as I watched the moving mound in my shorts and I felt him reassuring me by rubbing back and forth on my thin shoulder blades. The nervous boy obviously enjoyed hairless penises for his fingers gently petted the area where peach fuzz would one day grow. Gasping and crying with passion, I pulled the boy's hand back and he sat up, blue eyes filled with fear that I was going to stop. But all I wanted to do was bare my little cock to him, let him see it as he felt it, before it started jerking with pleas- ure. I sat up on my knees and whimpered as I peeled the shorts down my hips, gasped against the feel of it dragging across the sensitive erection between my legs. My penis emerged looking pale and little and pretty, the head a shiny, pale purple knob, the little testicles held tight by my smooth pink scrotum. Sean stared at it with his thin lips opened, his blue eyes wide with awe and love. When I had worked my shorts down to my knees, I pulled my hands up to my chest and held them there bashfully, watching my hairless little penis pulsing up and down with its horny erection. Sean sat farther up though I could see it must have hurt the big cock in his shorts. His cute face looked up at me question- ingly for a moment, then his big hands moved out and lay on my smooth, skinny thighs. He rubbed one of them slowly upward and his trembling fingertips nervously glided over my hairless scro- tum, gently prodded the little balls, slowly stroked the soft, warm crevice between my testicles and thighs. I allowed the boy to explore me without comment, though my little chest was swell- ing rapidly for air. His fingers rubbed over the hairless base of my penis then slowly, nervously began to feel up the two inch shaft, feeling its hardness, its visible throbbing. Slowly he took the little erection between his thumb and forefinger and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him squeeze it slightly, felt the loose boy flesh that covered it slide slowly toward my shiny little penis head. I could see saliva glistening on the boy's lips, fought down a desire to beg him to suck on me. Instead I just stood there on my knees, felt him caress and rub my hairless boyhood until the pretty thing was teetering madly close to orgasm. Sean stopped suddenly and quickly crawled up on his knees facing me. Panting and staring into my eyes, the adorable pubes- cent boy's hands took hold of his own shorts, and we both turned to look as he pulled them down, unveiling his young cock with bashful, immature innocence. As I could tell by feeling it through his shorts, his penis was six inches long which looked big on the skinny boy in front of me. It stuck out straight and hard as a board now, throbbing slowly up and down from beneath his smooth, skinny belly. It was a slender penis, running his gifted length lined with small, scarcely visible, purple veins. The soft looking flesh of his penis shaft continued up and still covered almost half of his purple head, his foreskin looking thin and fleshy. His enlarged testicles hung in a soft scrotum that revealed their oblong shape. The whole of his penis and scrotum were still the pale pink color of a little boy and it looked very attractive as it blended in with the smooth, pale tanned color of his thighs and around his little belly button. So childlike was his penis's coloring that it was almost surprising to see that he had pubic hair. It was not very much and was not very long, nothing but sparse, little, curly, black hairs in a little circle at the root of his cock. I could actually see the pink skin of his pubic mound more easily through the boy hairs than the hairs themselves. It was a beautiful penis. I looked up at his cute face as he moved toward me on his knees. His big hands took hold of my thin shoulders and he kissed me on the lips again, his warm, skinny chest ever so gently pressing against mine. I could feel his throbbing cock sticking against my belly, felt the boy's hips gently press it there, rubbing the half covered head all around my hairless navel. It felt very warm and incredibly hard. He pulled my little body closer to him, his smooth arms encircling me and stroking across my skinny back. I could feel my sensitive little erection rubbing against his testicles, felt it slide up between his hairless scrotum and thighs until the shiny little head was petted nd caressed by his sparse little boy hairs. He was so gentle as he held me and his skinny body felt so hard and smooth that I heard my high pitched voice whimpering with pleasure. I could actually feel his erect little nipples rubbing across my skinny chest, felt the warmth of his flat belly rubbing against mine, the throbbing hardness of his big penis between them. Seeming more confident now, Sean slowly moved back away from me, his pretty face looking into my eyes as he gently pulled me back with him. His cock stuck out from his skinny legs as he sat back against the tree on his small butt, guiding me to sit back down beside him. He wrapped one of his skinny arms around my thin shoulders again, burying my little shoulder in his smooth, hairless armpit. I lay my little chest against his warm side, my arm only naturally laying across his skinny abdomen, feeling his muscles rippling and hard beneath his soft skin. I looked down his skinny belly and saw his big hand slowly gripping his penis, encircling the long slender cock in his fist and absently pulling his foreskin back. His penis head thrust its way out, a shiny, pinkish purple knob of hardness swelling from his slender shaft. His small slit yawned open, ready, eager to ejaculate his precious seed. I glanced up at his cute face as he started to masturbate himself. His eyes were closed, hidden behind long black lashes, head lolling to the side as a soft moan escaped from his little chest. Feeling his pleasure, I looked back down his smooth, skinny body to the straight cock jutting between his legs in a young, bony fist. He stroked himself slowly, rhythmically, the pace so seductive that it made me feel even more horny. His thin foreskin rubbed up and down over his shiny penis head, causing the skin at the base of his cock to ride slightly up the shaft pulling the little circle of his pubic hair with it. I was so awed by the beauty of him masturbating that I just lay there and watched, the thought of sucking that pretty penis not even entering my mind. Sean still held to my shoulder and I could feel his large hand gently rubbing it, squeezing it as he moaned and jacked himself off. Transfixed by his pretty penis, I absently rubbed across his abdomen and rib cage, felt the soft smoothness of his skin, so clear, such a pale shade of boyish tan, little nipples standing erect and tiny as his cute face rolled slowly from side to side. I could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart in his body, the rhythmic swells of his ribs as he breathed and moaned. Slowly I ran my small hand up his body and gently felt across his small, almost indiscernible chest, the skinny boy so devoid of muscles that I could just feel where his ribs ended and his chest began. My fingertips gently petted the skin around his nipples, feeling their hardness against his otherwise soft flesh. He was so pretty. I could feel his skinny body stiffening and his moans grew slightly louder. My hand slid back down to his little belly and I stared at his penis again. He was rubbing faster on it now and I could see that he was close to orgasm. His foreskin moved faster up and down on his penis head, rubbing it, caressing it, each thrust of his fist filling the boy's cock with still more pleasure. Rhythmically I rubbed back and forth across his belly, feeling it rippling harder, feeling the little belly button and the baby soft skin around it. Sean's skinny body stiffened frantically suddenly and his fist started pounding rapidly up and down on his slender penis. He was yanking on it so hard that it looked almost painful. His teeth were clenched and muscles bulged out along his neck as he fought to keep from crying out, instead just making desperate little crying sounds and rapid gasps from his rock hard chest. His penis head frantically popped in and out of his foreskin, so quickly that it was little more than a blur to me, the boy so excited he looked ready to pull his cock all the way off his body. Muscles along his thighs, abdomen and forearm rippled boyishly as he lost himself in the pleasure of pubescent orgasm, allowing it to sweep over him but struggling to keep from crying out as the bike riders once again started popping over the hill with shrill cries of boyish delight. They were farther apart now and it took longer for the whole group to pass but it scarcely mattered. Poor Sean was so lost in his penis that he wouldn't have been able to stop himself even if they had seen him. I lay beside him quietly, feeling his arm hold me tighter, and gently stroked up and down on his chest, loving the feel of his skinny body tightening with orgasm. He seemed to lose con- trol momentarily and let out several loud, astonished gasps as he peaked. His baby blue eyes stared down at his penis suddenly and the immature teenager cried out with pleasure. I watched his cock too as the boy's skinny young body began to jerk frantically around his penis. He jerked several times with no results and I thought for a moment that he was still too young for sperm, but his penis suddenly started squirting out juice, the thin droplets speckling his cute face, his skinny chest and my thin arm. It was a beautiful thing to see; every time the boy's fist jerked his foreskin back, his shiny penis head appeared, the slit open- ing and obediently spitting out immature sperm, the droplets squirting across Sean's skinny body and looking so terribly pretty. Sean's little chest collapsed into gasping as his penis finished its pubescent duty and I looked down at the beautiful young cock. He held it in his fist still, but it was already softening, a thin trail of clear juice oozing over his foreskin and down over his fingers and hand. The boy's almost naked body felt relieved against me and I did to. Without thinking, I leaned over and started licking his boy sperm from his chest, the sweet taste of it filling my mouth with the pleasure it had so recently discovered in the young penis of the other boy. I realized with a start that Sean might think it was gross that I was licking his sperm from his skinny chest and belly, but he just lay there breathing and I lovingly tasted his immature cream as my tongue lapped it up from his tiny nipples. Before I could reach his cute face, Sean sat up, his smooth, slender forearm wiping off the droplets before taking hold of my little shoulders. Gently, tenderly he lay me back on the grass. "Don't be afraid," he said, as if still believing he was talking to a virgin child. My shorts were still down around my knees as I lay on my back, legs straight below me, arms awkwardly laying on my chest. I looked down at my hairless little penis and saw that it was as stiff and erect as ever. Sean crawled up on his knees beside me, his half hard penis swinging gently, a glisten- ing drop of thin sperm still forming at the end of his foreskin as it reclaimed his pretty penis head. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, as his big hands moved between my legs and again started to feel around my hairless penis. They were so gentle, so tender, and the boy seemed en- tranced by my hairless testicles as he fondled them. Scarcely looking up at me, he leaned his cute face forward and I realized with joy that he was going to suck me off. It didn't look like he had ever done anything like this before, however, for he paused when he was very close to my penis, stared at it uncer- tainly, sighed and swallowed nervously. Finally, his long fin- gers pointed the hairless little thing upward and the adorable boy slowly engulfed it with his mouth. Sean's high pitched voice moaned softly and I let out a startled cry of pleasure as his warm, slimy mouth descended on my hairless erection. I could feel his moist, mushy tongue against my rock hard shaft and the boy swallowed nervously as his thin lips slowly met the hairless skin around my penis. It was excit- ing to feel his inexperienced mouth around my stiff boyhood, and he apparently had never done it before because he sucked it like a boy who had only heard of blow jobs, of sucking cock. He held it in his mouth and sucked steadily, not moving his lips from my pubic mound, just sucking gently on it as if trying to coax it into squirting sperm. One of his palms lay on my smooth, skinny thigh but he didn't rub on it. Slowly, the other hand slipped from my testicles and lay low on my little belly button, low enough to feel the smooth, hairless skin surrounding my little cock, both hands trembling with his excitement at sucking on a little boy. All I could do was moan and cry as the thirteen year old boy's slimy mouth made love to my penis, feeling the gentle tugs as his smooth cheeks sunk in, the tender caresses of his tongue as it slid nervously against the stiff, skinny boyhood. Loving the tender pleasure in my penis, I gazed at Sean's skinny chest with boyish enthusiasm, his little nipples now laying almost smooth on his pale skin, a cute, innocent purple against the soft flesh. His shoulders looked so thin and small that I reached out and rubbed them gently filled with affection for his young body. He was sitting on his knees and his penis, still filled with enough of an erection to make it look smooth and rubbery, lay on his smooth, hairless thighs, the little circle of his sparse pubic hair looking pretty between his boyish legs. I lay there admiring his innocent beauty as the pleasure in my penis became slowly unbearable. I could still feel it throb- bing in the warm slime of the boy's mouth and it felt so big and hard, so exciting and wonderful. I let out a moan and closed my eyes as I felt orgasm flowing across my small body, felt my mind grow dizzy from the wonderful pleasure between my hairless legs. Distantly I could feel Sean still sucking lovingly on my penis as I felt my slender boy hips making quick, frantic little jerks, warmth and joy and pleasure flowing into me until I thought it would never end. It did end and I lay there on the grass feeling the hardness in my hairless little cock seeping out of me with the boyish orgasm I so loved. Ever so slowly, Sean let it slide from his lips, both looking very slimy with his saliva, my hairless cock looking limp and exhausted. His cute face looked at it for a moment, then he turned and looked solemnly at me. He didn't smile, just gazed at me with his gentle, innocent brown eyes. We looked at each other for a long moment and I felt his fingers reach between my legs and gently rub around my slimy penis. I smiled at him with all my love but he just watched my face with pained gentleness. Finally, he let my penis go and stood up. He quickly jerked his shorts up his legs causing his big, young penis to flop about until it was concealed. I felt too good in the afterglow of orgasm to move until the boys again broke over the hill on their bikes. With bashful terror, I pulled them up my hips and grabbed for my shirt but the boys just rode by as they had before, obliv- ious to the loving boy sex that had just occurred beneath the tree. I watched Sean's hairless underarms as the boy slipped his tank top back over his head. Dressed again, he put his hands on his hips and looked at me, his cute face blushing or perhaps just flushed from his orgasm. He watched me as I put on my own tank top then took my hand and helped me to my feet. "That felt good," I said, hoping to ease the boy's uncertainty but only making him blush more. "Don't tell anybody," he said, looking at me with his guile- less face. "I won't." He looked at me as if to confirm this for a moment, then relaxed a little. His cute, boyish face looked down my skinny body and smooth legs then stood there bashfully a moment. "We can do it again, sometime," he said, not looking at me. "If you want..." I stared at him adoringly and nodded, wondering how I could take the pretty boy with me to Kovzland. He wasn't as pretty as Tod, but he awful darn close. He looked up at me, filled with worry that I hadn't answered and I nodded my head quickly, final- ly smiling at him. He smiled and blushed back, looking away again in boyish innocence. He was a hundred times cuter when he smiled. Yes, Tod was still cuter, but Sean was a hundred times closer... Oh, heck! Any boy I'd just had an orgasm with was pretty darn cute. Sean was just as cute. I wished we could stay under the tree and play again, but the tall, skinny boy turned and picked up his bike. His long, bare legs straddled the seat and one overgrown foot in tennis shoes stepped on the pedal. "See you later," he said, not turning as he pedaled away from me. "See you," I said after him, gazing at the beauty of his thin back and bony shoulder blades as he pedaled toward the complex. I was still watching after him as the boys came to the top of the hill again. Rather than flying over it, however, this time they hit the breaks and careened to a screeching halt. Kelly, who'd wheeled in fourth, grinned down and saw me underneath the tree. "Hey, Kely!" his high pitched voice called. "We're going swimming. You wanna' come?"