The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Fifteen: Small Packages

	Ian entered our apartment with the same exuberant curiosity he'd
had the first time we'd entered it earlier that day.  He jumped out of my
arms and ran inside, darting through the bedroom door and the bathroom door
before returning to the living room filled with happy, boyish play.  By the
time he was finished checking to see if anyone was hiding and that there
was no other game to play, I had taken my blazer and tie off and was
beginning to unbutton my shirt.  I looked at the beautiful, naked boy
standing in the bathroom door, his beautiful eyes watching me peel the
shirt off my skinny body, baring my little chest, and I could do nothing
but smile at him.  He was so fresh and innocent.  For all the sex that he
had experienced, he was just a naive, innocent child, a pet who was always
eager to be petted and adored.
	I kicked off my shoes and then felt rather silly to be in such a
hurry: Ian wanted to play.  I was still wearing my slacks and socks, but I
didn't think Ian wanted to have boy sex, anyway he just wanted me to play
with him.  So, I giggled at his beauty and ran at him.
	The boy's high-pitched voice squealed and giggled as he crouched
over and tried to avoid me, but I grabbed hold of him and wrapped my arms
tightly around his body, my little chest rubbing against his baby soft
back.  He was struggling and trying to free his arms, but he was giggling
almost uncontrollably and his laughter made him weak.  I loved the feel of
his shoulder blades and boyish muscles against my body, but I was just
playing with him so I let him go.  The naked boy instantly jumped around
with a huge grin on his face, his teeth clenched, crouching and ready to
dive to either side if I tried to grab him again.  I was astonished to see
that his hairless, four inch penis had another erection, the thick boyhood
pulsing up between his legs ready to be rubbed again.  I just gazed at it
adoringly for a moment the smiled at my cuddly boy's face.
	Ian and I wrestled around for about fifteen minutes.  My penis was
as stiff as his was, but, apart from loving it when his body rubbed against
it, I didn't try to have sex with him.  Nonetheless, he was so thrilled
when I touched his erection, that I did do it quite a bit, loving its
smooth hardness as much as he did.  We had, only naturally wrestled our way
over to the bed and were giggling and pushing each other a great deal.  The
boy's small chest was swelling heavily as he gasped and giggled and I could
tell that he was getting tired.  A relief I was little better off.  I saw
the small balls of his shoulders drop and knew that he was ready to stop.
	When I relaxed too, he sighed and crawled over to me, laying down
in front of me, his naked body exposed.  He raised his hands over his head
and bared his hairless underarms, his small, childishly muscular chest and
belly there for me to pet.  His legs lay straight on the bed, spread
several inches so that it was obvious that he wanted me to pet his boyhood
too.  I was sitting on my knees and I smiled down at his lovely beauty.
Gazing into his pretty eyes, I reached down with one hand and tenderly
rubbed up and down on his belly.  The other only naturally gravitated to
the rock hard penis between his legs.  I didn't grab hold of it, just
petted it lovingly with my fingers.
	The look of pure contentment and happiness on the boy's adorable
face was wonderful and I smiled happily at him as I tenderly caressed his
body and boy cock.  I could feel his chest and rib cage rising and failing
beneath my hand as the boy slowly caught his breath.  The little brown
nipples on his chest were very pretty and I was tempted to lick his baby
soft skin.  I would do that later, however, now I just wanted to enjoy his
peaceful contentment.
	His hard cock was begging me to masturbate it, but I ignored it.
It was obvious that Ian was happy just to have it petted and what made him
happy made me happy.  His penis had already had two orgasms that day.  It
may have been ready for another one, but the boy and I weren't that
concerned about it.  Still, I smiled down at its angry pulses, begging for
pleasure.  It looked strange to me, mostly because the head wasn't bulbous
like most boys I knew.  It was just a little bit bigger than his pale
shaft, shining purplish brown with his penis's excitement.  His penis had,
of course, pressed his tiny slit open and was ready and eager to squirt
more of his lovely sperm into his face and onto his boy chest.
	By the time I looked back up, the young boy was already dropping
into sleep.  It was as if touching his penis and rubbing his body was all
it took to make him sleepy.  Perhaps it was just his cock's way of keeping
him out of the way while it did what it wanted to do, I didn't know.  I did
know that when his penis got to feel an orgasm from me, the hairless young
boy would get to feel it too.
	When I was quite certain that Ian was asleep, I gently and
cautiously let go of his young penis and stopped rubbing his chest and
belly.  In his sleep, the boy's thin eyebrows lowered in disappointment,
but he just laid there, small chest rising and falling evenly.  His penis
looked positively angry, but that just made it look prettier so I let it
throb and beg me for relief
	I sighed in wonder, my eyes looking up and down his naked body
sprawled innocently on my bed, without any shame.  It was good he didn't
feel shame: a boy that beautiful had nothing to be ashamed of Knowing that
we were already late for the party (a minor breech of protocol, if not just
inconsiderate) I tore my loving eyes from him and crawled off the bed.
	I unfastened my slacks as I walked toward the bathroom and almost
tripped when they fell around my ankles.  Still, I managed to get my big
feet (they seemed to be growing every day) out of them and entered the
bathroom in just my underpants.  I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as
I peeled out of my underwear.  I still thought I was a very cute boy and I
liked looking at myself, especially when I was naked.  My hairless penis
stuck out as stiff and eager as Ian's was, though it wasn't as long and was
much skinnier than the other boy's.  The only other real difference was
that my penis head made a quite noticeable knob at the end of my erection
and shined a bright purple.  All the wrestling with Ian and watching his
penis squirting sperm on Calvin's blazer had left my little boyhood very
horny, but I knew that I was going to the party and parties were always
most fun when I was so horny I could scarcely walk straight.  I was pretty
close to that point already.
	I smiled at my skinny, naked body and my throbbing little penis in
the mirror.  Knowing I shouldn't be so conceited, I did think that Ian was
a pretty lucky boy, too.  I looked back into the room and saw the eleven
year old still laying as I'd left hi, thick penis still sticking out
straight and hard.  For a brief moment, I thought about going back in and
doing it with him, but, with some difficulty, I just blushed and forced
myself to look away.
	I had laid out an outfit that consisted of shorts and suspenders
over a T-shirt, but I was horny enough that I decided to be a little bit
more of an exhibitionist.  Besides, Ian was almost sure to go down with his
naked erection throbbing in front of everybody.  No one would notice if I
was a little indecent.  Normally, the guardians and royal family dressed
rather conservatively for these sorts of functions.  As a small boy,
however, I knew I could get away with more.
	Blushing and giggling at my own audacity, I took out a white, silk
strap suit instead.  This was probably the most erotic thing a boy could
wear.  Normally, they looked best on more muscular boys but I always got a
lot of attention when I wore one.  Granted, my body was very skinny, and I
was very young to display my body so brazenly, but other boys seemed to
like it.  One thing was certain: no other prepubescent boy at the party was
going to wear the same thing.  That would make me special and I liked being
special.
	Just holding a strap suit was erotic.  It was so light weight and
flimsy and consisted of so little material that it was like holding air.
Putting one on was sure to get me excited and horny, something I already
was as my stiff little boyhood demonstrated.  I swallowed and had trouble
breathing as I managed to find the leg holes and slip my big feet into
them.  I watched the white silk sliding up my hairless legs in the mirror
and felt like having an orgasm as I forced it over my hips and little
erection.  I was immediately delighted by the effect, my skinny arms
pulling the straps up and stretching them up over my small, thin shoulders.
	I knew that I was growing because the strap suit was extremely
tight on my little body.  Strap suits were supposed to be tight, of course,
but when an erection was as obvious as mine was, it was getting a little
extreme.  It was almost translucent and it left the skin surrounding my
penis so exposed that no one could suspect that there was any hair there.
Although the white silk softened the effect a little, it was still
extremely easy to see where my bright purple penis head joined to my pale
boy shaft, as much by the colors as by the fir ridge it left in the fabric.
Down the skinny shaft, my young testicles were equally obvious in small,
perfectly round balls.  It was as if the suit was painted on.
	Above, the vast majority of my smooth chest was bare, the straps
just covering my little nipples before crossing over my shoulders, but
still leaving the little pinpricks of their erect state and their pale
purple color easy to see.  Likewise, the pale, baby soft skin covering my
ribs and running up over my underarms was bare and lifting my arms bared
almost everything.  I even giggled and turned to look at my small butt.
The crack was only partly visible, separating the two round cheeks.
	My heart was beating, more from fear and embarrassment than from
excitement: the other boys were sure to laugh at the obvious display of my
young boyhood.  Still, all I had to do was look in at the sleeping boy on
my bed, at the thick cock throbbing between his legs.  I would be with Ian
and that would make it okay.  I half-wished that I could go like he was and
that I could be as sweet and innocent about letting boys rub my penis.
Certainly I would have loved to be as horny as he was.
	I walked back into the bedroom, my eyes gazing at the adorable,
naked boy, the pale yellow hair still hanging into this eyes and draping
boyishly against the bed spread, his small chest moving as he breathed,
small, wonderful belly button, stiff, exquisite erection.  I was so jealous
of his innocence and his beauty that I felt a strange aching in my heart.
It wasn't enough just to have him... I wanted to be him.
	"Ian," I said, gently shaking the ball of the boy's shoulder.
	He was instantly awake, his abdomen rippling as he sat up.  He
looked nervous and frightened for a moment, but he relaxed and smiled when
he saw me.  I stood adoring him and the hairless penis sticking up against
his belly as he sat up, looking casually around the room as if wondering if
anyone else was there.  He gave absolutely no recognition of my provocative
outfit, a fact that made me both relieved (maybe no one else would notice
either) and saddened (didn't he think I was pretty?)
	"You want to go to the party?" I asked him, smiling despite myself
at the innocent look on his adorable face.  His blue eyes looked up into
mine, without the slightest understanding of what I'd said.  I grinned and
tousled his silky blond hair the way the older boys always did to mine and
he grinned happily.
	"Come on, boy," I said, slapping my bare thigh and starting toward
the door.  The naked kitten was beside me instantly and even lifted my
skinny arm around his bare shoulders.
	As we walked toward the Blue Party Room, Ian decided that he wanted
to see things more than just walk around with me holding him.  Just as he
had done earlier, he darted around ahead of me, lagging sometimes behind
me, looking at and around everything.  Always, he kept me within eyesight
and always I walked with my eyes watching him in happy adoration.  His
penis was amazingly excited, just as it had been before dinner.  It stuck
out in hairless perfection and throbbed for affection as the naked boy
carelessly scurried about, paying it no attention whatsoever.
	Watching his erection, and the graceful excitement of his young
body had made me intensely horny by the time we reached the party room.  I
was so eager for sex that, on several occasions, I actually thought about
stopping, taking the young boy into an alcove and both of us sharing the
exquisite pleasure of orgasm.  I managed to avoid this, however, and we
arrived at the door to the party room with two of the smoothest, most
hairless, most excited boy erections the island had ever seen.
	I called the boy over to me and, after a reluctant pause, he
obediently came running up to me sporting his intense erection without the
least bit of embarrassment. 1, on the other hand, knew that all those boys
on the other side were going to see my erection and see how flagrantly I
was displaying my childish body.  I was extremely embarrassed in my skin
tight strap suit and Ian was as innocent as a cherub, unashamed by his
naked erection.  I tried to think like he did (or didn't) as I took his
thin shoulders in my arm and pushed the door open.
	An adorable page boy from Blue House was standing there to announce
arrivals and he looked positively terrified as his baby blue eyes glanced
nervously at my naked kitten and I. Swallowing his own embarrassment, he
faced front and in a high pitched, cracking voice, announced "The Honorable
Guardian of White, Kelvin, The Old One Slayer!" His boyish voice got
everyone's attention and there was the usual level of applause and cheers.
He looked so innocent as he looked at Ian, his blue eyes obviously
struggling not to look down at the boy's erection.  "What's your name?" he
whispered under the cheers.
	Ian just tipped his head to the side and smiled at the nervous boy,
oblivious to his query or his fear.
	"It's okay," I assured the page boy, who was probably a year older
than I was.  "He's just my Kitten.  You don't have to announce him."
	The boy looked at me and I was delighted when his eyes took a quick
glance at my skinny body.  "Thank you, Guardian," he said with an awkward
bow.
	I grinned at him.  He was adorable.  Perhaps he would like Ian
to...
	"Kovz, Kelvin!" Prince David grinned as he approached us, his eyes
openly and happily looking at Ian's naked erection and my scarcely
concealed one.  "What did you guys do, work yourselves up to a frenzy just
to make everyone jealous?"
	I was too embarrassed to speak.  David was wearing a pair of silk
shorts (his big penis bulging out in it to show that he was half-erect) and
a loose, baggy tank top.  He was as adorable as ever.
	David grinned at me.  He knew better than most that I was not the
"Great Kelvin" I was rumored to be.  "Hi, Ian," he said, turning to my
kitten and letting one hand scratch behind the boy's ear as the other
reached down and fondled his erection.
	I was going to object, but Ian giggled and wiggled with pleasure so
I didn't say anything.  I did notice that the page boy was totally shocked,
his eyes glancing quickly and repeatedly down at Ian's hairless erection in
the Prince's big hand.
	"Kelvin!" I heard Kelly's childish voice calling.  I looked over
the crowd of young boys.  I looked and could see my boy lover down near the
wall with a group of other little boys.  As always, a horny troop of
pubescent and adolescent boys stood only a few feet away, ogling the
younger boys and doing all sorts of silly things to get their attention.
These little boys were wise to such pubescent games, however, and wisely
ignored them.  Kelly waved at me and the other boys with him politely
blushed and smiled, looking adorable.  The young prince was wearing a white
tank top that clung tightly to his skinny body and a pair of gym shorts,
his legs and feet bare.  He still wore his dainty tiara, as was appropriate
at a state function.
	"Come on, Ian," I said, gently pulling him away from David.  He was
grinning happily as the prince fondled his erection and kept smiling back
at him as I led him toward my friends.  By the time we reached Kelly,
however, Ian seemed to have forgotten David completely and his happy blue
eyes were darting around the room looking at everybody and seeming very
eager to run around and play.  I didn't know if I was quite ready for that,
yet, especially since his stiff boner was an open invitation for anyone in
the room.
	"Hi, Your Highness," I smiled at the skinny, little boy, even his
rib cage rippling in the tight fabric of his tank top.
	"This is his Kitten," Kelly giggled as the other boys blushed and
nervously took glances at the naked boy.  The least curious of the seemed
to be little Eli Sands who still looked adorable in his yellow sweat suit.
He was also the youngest of the boys, so his casual disinterest in Ian was
understandable.
	Matthew Bush seemed particularly attracted to Ian and he was
grinning and giggling nervously, his face blushing, looking like he wanted
to talk but too embarrassed to.
	"You can pet him," I told the eleven year old president of Baby
Blue.
	He giggled instantly, but, once he'd gotten control of himself, he
reached out and gently petted Ian's yellow hair.  Ian was about two inches
taller than Matthew and his happy face instantly turned to the smaller boy,
delighted to be petted.  I was about to tell Matthew where Ian really liked
to be petted, but I was too embarrassed to say it.
	As the boys giggled and grinned at the happy kitten, I looked down
at Scott Mahrey, King Erin's favorite pet.  He wasn't a Kitten and wasn't
at all like Ian really.  I mean, he liked having boy sex and liked to lay
in Erin's arms and be fondled, but he also talked and was a normal boy,
albeit only nine years old.  He was wearing a silk sleep suit.  These suits
hung loosely on a boy's body and covered him completely from toes to
wrists, a Velcro strip down the back holding it shut.  The silk was loose
enough that it tended to drape around certain parts of a boy's body; hence,
I could see his small penis dangling on his little testicles.  He was very
cute.  He had dark hair and eyes and a brown complexion that looked very
smooth.  I had long wished Erin would share him with me, but he never did
and I was, of course, too bashful to ask.
	"Ian!" a mature voice sounded from several yards away.  Both Ian
and I turned and I could see Calvin crouched over, grinning at the naked
kitten, big hands on his knees.  "Come here, boy!" he called, slapping his
thighs.  "Come on!"
	Ian darted from my arm so quickly I couldn't stop hi, my eyes
watching his small bottom and thin shoulders as he ran up to the older boy
and flung himself in Calvin's arms.  Calvin's hands slipped under the boy's
armpits and lifted him high overhead, Ian giggling delightedly down at the
young man as he twirled him around.  His biceps rippled with muscle as he
lowered the boy against his chest and held him, one of his strong arms
slipping beneath Ian's butt and letting the boy sit straddled against his
body.  I was rather surprised to see that Calvin wasn't wearing a shirt.
He was usually so formal at state functions.  Tonight, however, he was
wearing gym shorts and sneakers only and his hard, muscular chest was bare.
This meant, of course, that Ian's hairless erection was pressed directly
against Calvin's rib cage, a fact both boys seemed to enjoy.
	Ian was giggling into Calvin's handsome face as the muscular youth
came over to our group.  Calvin had, arguably, the best build of anyone on
the island.  His chest, arms and legs swelled with muscles and his skin was
as smooth and clear as any puppy's.  I didn't know if it was just Ian that
made him seem so happy or if our move to the island had eased his worries
enough that he was letting himself smile and relax more.  At any rate, he
was definitely a lot more comfortable than I had known him to be in the
past.  He used to be forever shuttling to and from meetings, organizing
things, making sure everything got done so the younger boys could play.
True, Rick, David and Don were also doing this, but they seemed to take
more time for fun than Calvin did.  In a palace filled with rumors about
who had played with whom, I had never heard about Calvin sleeping with
anyone.  I rather suspected that lie and High Priest Jonathan Quade were
sleeping together because he seemed to spend a lot of time at the temple
and it was easy to be safe from rumors there.  Both he and Jonathan were
very athletic as well, and I was fairly certain that they were boyfriends.
If they were then it must have been a monogamous and silent relationship:
most guardians, including myself, couldn't jack off without the whole
palace knowing about it.
	By the time he reached us, Ian had laid his head on Calvin's
shoulder and Calvin was lovingly stroking the boy's bare back and petting
his blond hair.  "Hi, kids," he grinned at us, his deep voice so rare in
Kovzland where the average maturity of boys was that of thirteen year olds.
Calvin was judged such things were carefully measured by the Temple) to be
twenty years old, one of only a handful who were fully grown and developed.
	"Hi, Calvin," I smiled at hi, realizing that I was thinking about
him more than I was the child in his arms.  I spent so much tie with young
boys that the most mature boy I'd been with was Brendan, and he was only
fifteen.  I found myself extremely curious about what a twenty year old
would be like.  Perhaps if I spent as much time in Red House, or even
risked the intense sexuality of Purple, rather than hanging out at the
puerile houses like Baby Blue and Gray, I wouldn't have to be so curious.
I also still remembered the erect statue of Calvin in the Hall of Boys and
still fantasized about what it would be like to be with a mature young man.
	"Kovz, Kely, I love this kitten," he said, hugging the skinny boy
gently with his strong arms.  "I've got to get me one some day." He was
holding Ian as if Ian were a toddler and Ian was certainly larger than
that.  It made Calvin's biceps knot in big, hard bulges and the mounds of
his smooth chest look rock hard.
	"I thought you didn't like little boys," I said, instantly feeling
my face grow hot and turning away in embarrassment.  Every boy in the group
was a puppy and so was 1.
	"Not to play with," Calvin said, politely looking away from me.
"Just to cuddle. Ian's a sweetheart.  "
	"Why doesn't he talk?" Scott asked, his skinny arm awkwardly
reaching out and petting the naked boy's lower back.  Ian didn't react and
I thought he must be going to sleep in Calvin's arms.
	"Because he's a Kitten," Matthew said, shaking his head as if Scott
were the stupidest boy he'd ever met.  Matthew acted like that sometimes.
A lot of the younger boys did.
	"Kittens don't talk, Scott," Calvin said, turning all his attention
on the cute little boy in just such a way that made Matthew blush, "because
they're being punished."
	"What for?" Scott asked, still petting Ian's back.  I looked up,
too, confused by what Calvin meant.
	"Well, you see a Kitten is a boy who did something that was against
the rules of Kovzland, something really bad.  To punish hi, the High Priest
makes him a puppy again and puts all his consciousness into his penis."
	The little boys all blushed and giggled when that word was said,
but they were obviously very curious.  Usually the most descriptive word a
puppy would use about his penis was "wiener" or perhaps "peter".  "Dick",
"cock" and "penis" were definite gigglers.
	"What's that mean?" Scott asked, a little ore bravely than the rest
of us would have.
	"It means he's stupid, dummy," Matthew said, shaking his head at
the other boy and reaching out to pet Ian, too, able to reach several
inches higher than Scott.
	"Well, sort of," Calvin smiled.  "Why don't you explain it to him,
Matthew," he said, absently holding Ian's blond head against his shoulder,
his big hands rubbing across the young boy's soft back.
	Matthew looked momentarily embarrassed, but picked up quickly.
"He's just stupid is all," his high pitched voice said, slender shoulders
shrugging in his baby blue T-shirt.
	"He's not stupid," Calvin corrected immediately, making Matthew
blush.  Matthew might have been really embarrassed, but Calvin didn't say
it that strongly, just enough to give Matthew a gentle reproach.  Besides,
Matthew was as curious as Scott and the rest of us and we were more
interested in what Calvin was saying, than in seeing Matthew be
embarrassed.  "It's just that his brain isn't in charge of his body any
more.  Now, he's just like a kitten."
	"I don't understand," Scott said, looking up at Calvin in
confusion.  Matthew didn't even look like he was thinking about insulting
the nine year old.
	Calvin just smiled down at Scott with adult patience.  "Maybe it's
easiest to just to think he's stupid," he said, more to himself than to us.
	"You mean he..." I began, blushing instantly with embarrassment.
"He can't even play with himself'?"
	"Nope," the young man replied, snuggling his nose against Ian's
slender neck.  "He can want to, Kely, as much as you or any other boy his
age, but he can't do anything about it unless some other boy does it for
him."
	Prince Kelly suddenly curled up in giggles.  He was so embarrassed
that even his shoulders and upper chest were blushing beneath his white
tank top.
	I looked at him a moment, but felt sad for Ian.  "That's mean," I
said, looking away in shame.
	"What he did was mean, too, Kely," Calvin said, still snuggling his
face against the naked boy's neck.  "In some worlds, they would have killed
him.  We just gave him a chance to feel what it's like to be powerless.
One day, he'll learn."
	"You mean he can become a normal boy again?" I asked.
	"Sure.  When he learns to respect other boys' rights more," Calvin
replied.
	"But if he's stupid... how will he ever learn?" I asked.  "How will
you know when he's good again?"
	Calvin stopped snuggling the little boy and smiled down at me.
"Jonathan will know, Kelvin," he smiled at me.  "Don't worry."
	"Will he..." I began, embarrassed to even ask it.  "Will, he still
be my Kitten after that?"
	Calvin looked at me with great sympathy for awhile before shaking
his head.  "Don't worry, Kelvin: it's going to be a long time before Ian is
a normal boy again."
	"How long?" I asked.
	Calvin smiled again then cuddled the naked boy and his erection
against his muscular chest.  "Most boys who get punished are Kittens for at
least fifty years.  Ian was a very bad boy," he said, smiling at the child
and gently bouncing his naked body against him.  "I would guess it will be
at least a hundred years."
	"Wow," Matthew said.  "A hundred years.  That's a long time."
	"What did he do?" I asked, astonished to think that my sweet Kitten
could ever do anything bad, much less 'very' bad.
	Calvin shook his head and hugged the innocent boy.  "It doesn't
matter now, Kelvin," he said.  "He's just a Kitten now.  He won't hurt
anybody again."
	I was busy putting the pieces together as Calvin lowered the naked
boy to his feet, Ian's cute face immediately smiling up at him and his arms
reaching up to be held some more.  That was why his penis was so different.
His penis was the same boy that he used to be, the one who had done
something... really bad.  The boy I knew as Ian was almost an entirely
different entity, simple, innocent and helpless.  I didn't understand why,
but I thought his punishment was much better than being executed.  I looked
at his thick, hairless erection, sticking straight out from his body and
yearning for pleasure, and I knew that it was a thin different from my
little Kitten.  I understood it now: that was where the bad boy had been
trapped; in the body of a Kitten who would never do anything for it.  It
wasn't like my penis, because mine could control me a great deal of the
time; though, as for that, I always had the final choice.  In this case,
Ian's penis couldn't do anything for him accept give him some measure of
its pleasure when another boy chose to give it to him.
	"No, Ian," Calvin smiled, gently turning the naked boy away.
	Ian turned away unwillingly but, as soon as he did, his eyes caught
sight of something else and it was as if he'd forgotten all about Calvin.
I tried to figure out what it was that caught his attention, but all I
could see was the same crowd of boys.  Cautiously, the naked boy's bare
feet stepped one ahead of the other, as if trying to sneak up on someone.
His hairless penis was still sticking out and throbbing from between his
slender, tanned thighs.
	"Ian," I called softly to the boy.  He was too fascinated with
whatever it was to hear me.
	"Let him go, Kely," Calvin said, smiling down at me.  "Don't worry,
he'll be good."
	I was worried about letting, Ian out of my sight, his adorable
naked body and erection there for all the other boys to desire, but I
swallowed it down and didn't stop him as he suddenly darted into the crowd
and disappeared.
	Sensing my discomfort, Calvin came over and put his arm around my
thin shoulders.  I didn't say anything as he tried to explain more to the
other little boys and I didn't listen to much of what he said either.  His
body felt nice against mine, my shoulder pressed against his warm belly and
his big hand lovingly petting the soft skin between my bare shoulder
blades.  Still, my eyes were watching for any sign of Ian in the throng of
boys and I did see him appear frequently.  The boys who were attracted to
his excited darting and dashing among them reached out and touched him
frequently, the naked boy favoring each boy who did so with one of his
sweet smiles.  He would stop for awhile any time a boy started fondling his
hairless erection, would stand smiling happily as it was felt, even rubbed.
Before long, however, his delighted eyes would see something else that got
his attention and he would head off after it, leaving more than one boy
with a pronounced bulge between his legs.
	Soon, the various games were started and the boys dispersed to
pursue their particular interest.  Calvin seemed to have taken e under his
wing, literally, and he guided me around the various groups, holding to me
like I was his own particular boyfriend.  There were many different types
of games going on, everything from cards, to video games, to arm wrestling,
others that I had never seen before.  None of the games were specifically
designed to be sexual, but when one scantily clad boy wrestled another, the
effect was always noticeable.
	I was very attracted to the wrestling boys and apparently Calvin
was, too, because we stayed there for much of the evening.  Mats were
spread out on the wood floor so no one would get hurt and the opponents
were drawn randomly from a hat from their particular weight class.
Whenever two boys from different houses squared off, there would be a great
deal of screaming and yelling from the boys of their particular house, all
rooting for their boy.  It wasn't as competitive as the wrestling
tournament at the annual Kovz Day competitions and there weren't any draft
picks to be won, but none of the boys there seemed to care: winning was
still of great concern.
	"Why don't you put your name in, Kely?" Calvin smiled at me, giving
my shoulders a squeeze.
	"Me?" my high pitched voice responded nervously.
	"Sure.  Why not?"
	"I don't know how to wrestle," I defended, weakly looking up into
the young man's handsome face.  I did know how.  I mean, I knew what the
rules were, but the actual technique?  The instincts?  No way.
	"Hey, Calvin," an adolescent boy of perhaps sixteen grinned beside
us.  "Let's make him wrestle the Kitten."
	It was fortunate that a highly contested, and vocal, match between
Red and Purple was going on or I had little doubt everyone would have urged
it on.
	"Kittens don't wrestle, Gordon," Calvin smiled.  "Come on, Kely,"
he said looking down at me. "Have some fun.  "
	"They'd just beat me up, Cal," I sighed, knowing that I wasn't near
as strong as any of the boys who normally took part in such public
competitions.  Even the flyweight division had boys with rock hard chests
and arms, albeit small ones.
	The boy from Red, a smooth, dark haired boy in a strap suit very
similar to mine, had the boy from Purple pinned back against the at and
there were overpowering screams from both sides.  I stared in awe at the
muscles of both boys, rippling beneath smooth skin as they struggled
against each other.  We watched as the boy appointed to referee crawled
down and started slapping out the three count.  They were in the 130 pound
weight class and both had small chests that were positively granite with
highly defined muscles.  The boy from Purple looked like he was in agony
and I knew there was no way I was going to fight against anyone like that.
	The final slap against the mat sounded and the boy from Red
instantly let the other go, standing up smiling and victorious to the wild
cheers of Red and some others.  The boy from Purple got up slower and with
less happiness.  Nonetheless, he stood obediently as the referee held his
wrist while simultaneously raising the hand of the other boy.  There were
no displays of poor sportsmanship.  The boys from both Purple and Red were
respectful of the slender youth who had lost.
	As the officials began looking over their lists for the next
contestants, Calvin asked loudly, "Is it possible for me to slip into a
match?"  There was an immediate reaction of startled surprise from the boys
gathered around and word that the great Guardian was going to wrestle
someone quickly swept through the room.  Before the young officials had
time to respond, nearby boys were crowding closer.
	"Sure," one of the official's voices cracked uncertainly.  "What's
your weight class?"
	"I'll tell you what," Calvin said stepping away from me, his
muscular body looking fantastically strong against the smaller boys in the
area.  "Chris, you're president of Red and Red supposedly has the strongest
boys on the island.  I'll let you pick my opponent."  I could see Chris
Anderson grinning from behind a group of boys in red T-shirts.  He,
himself, was topless, his hard, muscular chest bared, strong arms folded
across it.  He gently pressed his way through his brothers as if he were
going to challenge Calvin himself He wasn't that foolish, however.
	"Does he have to be from Red?" Chris grinned at the older young
man.
	"You mean Red doesn't have the strongest boys on the island?"
Calvin gently teased the cute youth.
	"Boys, yes, but it would hardly be right for you to wrestle a boy,
would it?  Or do you like wrestling boys?" This gentle jab coupled with an
obvious glance at me caused many of the boys gathered around to sigh in
astonishment that anyone would dare taunt the great Guardian, but a few
others laughed and Calvin was one of the.
	"Okay, then," the man said, his handsome face wide with a grin.
"I'll take on anyone."
	"Then I pick Gray Solo from Green," Chris replied, grinning at
Calvin with equal toying.
	As if on cue, a young man about Calvin's age pressed through the
crowd and stepped forward.  His muscular body was so hard and so sculpted
that even I started to wonder if Calvin could take him.  He was beautiful,
of course (what boy in Kovzland wasn't?), and his face had a boyish
cuteness that belied the obvious maturity of his body.  He was wearing
nothing more than gym shorts and it was obvious that he had come to
wrestle.  His look was serious as he stood on the mat opposite Calvin and I
could see the hard ridges of his manly chest rippling as he flexed in
challenge to the guardian.
	Calvin just grinned broader and stepped up onto the mat, his
infectious smile soon getting to Gray, causing the young an to blush and
smile back despite his efforts to look tough.  The two behemoths (they
seemed very big to me) faced off and the referee tooted on his whistle to
begin.
	Just as the match was starting, I felt my arm lifted by silky hair
and Ian's naked body squirmed up against me.  I looked at him in renewed
adoration, so happy that he had come back to me.  He was watching the two
men on the mat with curiosity and my eyes slipped down between his legs.
His thick, hairless erection was still throbbing, now with fantastic need,
greater than any I had seen before.  It looked raw and red from its
excitement and, doubtlessly, from all the boys who had been feeling and
rubbing it as Tan browsed around, coaxing it to the utmost of its
endurance, but never letting it relieve itself
	I could see now how powerful a punishment had been dished out to
whomever the boy was who now inhabited Ian's erection.  Such torturous
desires were in it.  The penis head was still about the same size as the
shaft, but it still looked swollen, shining a bright purple against the
pale white skin of his penis.  A tiny droplet of glistening wetness filled
the tiny opening of his slit showing how eager the cock was to release its
boyish cargo.
	I gazed up Ian's gently rippling abdomen and looked into his face
with adoring affection, feeling sorry for him that he was so excited
without relief The pretty boy was just standing there wide-eyed and
delighted as he watched the wrestlers, however, as if oblivious to the
frantic erection between his legs.
	There was a sudden yell and I turned to see that Calvin had already
taken the other man in a head vice squeezing tightly on his neck until his
face was beat red.  He looked to be in greater agony than the boy from
Purple had been in and I was sorely tempted not to watch.  As the referee
started to slap the mat, all I could think about was Ian's boyish erection.
I knew what I would do: take the young boy back into the boy's room or
behind the draperies somewhere and suck him off, let his childish sperm
squirt down my throat.  The thought of this so excited me that my penis
instantly got an erection, easy for anyone to see since it had crept down
onto my testicles and was now pressing madly out against my silk strap suit
in desire to straighten out.  Just as the referee was hitting the mat for
the third and final tie, however, Ian slipped out from beneath my arm and
darted back into the crowd again.
	I started to call after him (more from desire than compassion - I
did very much want to taste his sperm again) but the crowd broke into loud,
wild applause as Calvin reasserted his mastery of the muscle department.  I
watched Ian's slender shoulders and round buttocks disappear with aching
adoration, knowing that he would be back, but knowing also that I was able
to please my penis and it wanted me to, and knowing, that any boy in the
ball room would love to do to Ian what I longed to do.
	A couple of the boys near to me blushed and smiled down at the
obvious erection in my strap suit, but I ignored the as I turned back to
see Calvin coining back to me.  The muscular young man hadn't even broken a
sweat.  The boy's near us slapped Calvin on the back and congratulated him
and he smiled and thanked them as he looked down at the sad expression on
my face.
	"What's wrong?" he smiled, as if knowing it was just some silly boy
thing.
	"Nothing," I shrugged, wondering if he could see my little erection
like everyone else could.
	He wrapped his arm around me and guided me away from the wrestling
mat as the next two boys were called.  "Come on, Kely," he said as we
walked, "I've known you longer than that.
	"It's nothing, really," I swore, trying to smile up at him to show
I meant it.
	Calvin just smiled and shook his head.  "You know," he said, "I saw
Erin leaving with a boy from Yellow House.  Scott Mahrey is probably
looking for someone right now."
	"I don't want Scott, Cal," I sighed hopelessly, then flushed
realizing that I had implied that I wanted someone else.
	"Who then?" he said, stopping and holding to my little shoulders.
	I stood there blushing for a moment, wondering if I should tell
him.  It was always so hard to just admit you liked a boy and admitting you
liked a boy like Ian, who didn't have a brain in his head... well, that was
even more difficult.  Nonetheless, Calvin had always been nice to me and
never made fun of me.  He was standing there now all compassion and all
ready to hear my tales of woe for the young boy and his penis.  It was best
if I told him.
	I began, then realized that Calvin was looking beyond me.
	"Look, Kely, I've got to go," he said, giving my shoulders an
absent shrug and standing back up.  "You come by tomorrow and tell me about
it, okay?"
	I was about to say 'okay' but the tall young man was walking away
from me already.  I turned and saw Gray Solo standing near a far exit door,
Calvin's broad, muscular back heading toward him.  I sighed inwardly: older
boys were so careless.  I didn't watch them leave together, just turned
sadly away and started walking aimlessly in the other direction.  My little
penis was softening again, so at least I didn't have to feel so embarrassed
about that.  Anyway, I was on Potus Island and there were dozens of
adorable boys around for me to love.  I didn't need Calvin, or Ian for that
matter.
	Nonetheless, as I tried to rally my spirits, all I could see was
that thin, glistening droplet on the end of Ian's erect penis and, however
beautiful the other boys might be, he was the one I wanted right then.
	"Hi, Kely," a childish voice said beside me.  I turned and saw
Keith Feder following me.  I knew Keith because he was frequently invited
to parties at the palace.  I wasn't sure who his patron was, but he had
become something of a regular and that usually meant he was a pet lover of
one of the princes or presidents, perhaps even a Guardian.  Unfortunately,
every time he came to a party, he always wore blue jeans and a T-shirt (at
least when he was around the public areas where I might see him).  I had no
idea what he looked like even without his shirt on.  That night was no
different.
	He was only a little taller than me but, at thirteen, looked as
young and immature as I was.  Nonetheless, I could feel the sexual desires
in him every time I was around him.  He was from Blue House and was always
shy and blushing.  It seemed like he went out of his way to talk to me at
every party and yet we had never had boy sex together.  I was pretty sure
he wanted to and I knew that I wanted to; it just never seemed to work out,
perhaps because he was too shy when it really mattered.
	He looked as shy and hesitant now, but when I stopped and smiled at
him, he came up to me, his arms folded across his small chest, his smooth
cheeks rosy with blush.
	"Where are you going?" he asked with a boyish smile, his eyes
looking awkwardly away.
	I shrugged, watching him intently.  He was really cute and I was
quickly deciding that the unknown beauty of his young body was extremely
enticing.  He had dark brown hair and brown eyes, the exposed skin on his
face and arms looking very soft and lightly tanned.  Against the blush in
his cheeks, it was adorable.
	"Nowhere," I shrugged, silently wishing the boy would tell me if he
wanted to do it.
	"This party is pretty boring," he signed heavily, not looking at me
as he stretched and yawned.
	I wasn't sure if this was a sign or not.  The worse thing in the
world was to let a boy know you wanted to play with him if he didn't want
to play with you: it was humiliating.  I waited nervously a moment, then
decided to risk it.  I was feeling very horny and Keith was an extremely
attractive boy.  He was also from Blue which meant that he would probably
be nice to me even if he didn't want to do it.  "You..." I began nervously.
"You want to go to my room and play a game or something?" I asked.  "...If
you want to, I mean," I added as a protective afterthought.
	Keith seemed to blush brighter and seemed no ore certain what I was
thinking than I was what he was thinking.  How much nicer it must be for
older boys who could 'just come right out and say it, like Calvin and Gray
had done.  They were lucky.  Not so for boys like Keith and 1, however.  We
had to stumble awkwardly along with our fragile egos and pubescent desires.
	"I guess so," he said.  "...If you want me to." His soprano voice
was as childish as mine and I thought it was intensely pretty.  Our awkward
games were no less enchanting to me and my nervous ego was soon filling my
boyish desire until I felt like I must have sex with Keith or die in shame.
	"Yeah, sure," I said, my young voice having trouble speaking as I
started to feel short of breath.  "Come on."
	Keith's slender arms were still folded across his small boy chest
as he followed me toward the door.  I wished, madly, that he would show
more interest.  As it was, I felt like I was leading him somewhere he
didn't want to go.
	"We could just hang out here," I said, giving the boy a way out.
	"No..." he said quickly, looking momentarily worried before
catching himself and visibly relaxing.  "...not unless you want to."
	He was a lot of help.
	"Well, we could just go up and come back if you're not having
fun..." I suggested.
	"Sure," the boy agreed with a war smile and happy nod.  His arms
were still folded across his chest and his face still looked flushed and
nervous despite his smile.  He rarely looked directly at me, just blushed
beneath his brown bangs and long eyelashes.  He was such a lovely boy and I
could feel my little penis pulsing between my legs, very obvious to the
blushing boy, sticking out straight and hard to show how much it liked hi,
how much it longed for him to...
	As the slender young boy and I started through the door, the naked
body of my Kitten eagerly scurried up to us, casually slipping his smooth
chest and back under my arm as if it were perfectly natural to expect that
he would come with us.  I looked curiously down at his penis and the
hairless young thing was still throbbing with angry hunger and need, the
little slit still glistening with his thin boy juice.  It looked even more
raw and red now and I knew that the other boys had continued to fondle it
and caress it until it was in desperate need, none of them ever rubbing it
long enough for it to unload its pleasure.  I longed to suck on it.
	Keith was noticeably embarrassed and uncertain of the adorable
boy's frantic erection and he hung back a bit.  Just as I'd feared: having
a Kitten was going to ruin my sex life with other boys.
	"He can play with us, too," I said nervously, certain that the
sweet boy was going to change his mind.  He just shrugged bashfully,
however, his arms still folded across his small chest.  Although he was
trying to pretend he didn't notice, I could see his nervous eyes glancing
repeatedly at Ian's hard cock from beneath his brown bangs.  He followed
along behind Ian and I in silence as I led them back up to my apartment.
By the time we got there, I was so nervous and excited I thought my heart
would beat from my chest and that I would suffocate for air.
	As soon as the door was open, Ian jumped inside giggling, his
slender, naked body scurrying through the bedroom door and out of sight.
"Come in," I said, holding the door for Keith.
	The boy's big brown eyes looked at my skinny body and stiff penis
through my strap suit and looked very uncertain.  With a slight shrug of
reluctance, he nervously stepped in, never letting go of his boy chest.
	I closed the door and wondered what Ian was doing in the other
room.  Had he curled up and gone to sleep or was he waiting eagerly for me
to come in and fondle him, his innocent mind already thinking the bed was
the natural place for him to get cuddled?
	I knew that an innocent boy from Blue, especially one as sweet and
adorable as Keith, would be pretty nervous about being naked with two boys
at once, but I was also pretty certain that Ian wasn't going to sit quietly
by while Keith and I did it to each other.  I was too young myself to know
what to do.  So, feeling more than a little helpless, I walked to the
bedroom door by myself and looked in.
	Ian was adorable.  He was standing on all fours in the center of
the bed, grinning happily at me, the penis beneath his hips sticking out
straight and pulsing against his baby soft belly.  He wanted to be held and
to have his penis played with so badly that I knew I would have to take
care of him before I could even hope to give Keith the proper love and
attention he needed.
	"Okay, Ian," I smiled at the excited boy.  Keith was still standing
in the living room as I went to the bed and jumped up on it.  The naked,
hairless boy immediately tried to crawl up on me, but I very gently and
lovingly guided him back on the bed.  Looking a little confused through his
smile, the adorable boy laid down on his back, his arms and legs spread
wide, laying still and spread open on the bed.  The only things about him
that moved were the rhythmic rising and falling of his small, hard chest
and the rhythmic throbbing of the hairless erection between his legs.  A
tiny droplet of his clear juice dripped onto his belly and looked adorable
on his smooth, hairless skin.
	"Good boy," I assured him, rubbing my hand up and down on his firm,
rippling belly, making him giggle happily.  My blue eyes just gazed at the
splendor of his hairless erection and its bright purple penis head.  I
swallowed in anticipation as my mouth watered, eager to suck the boy off.
	Uncertain who I was exciting more, I gently reached out my other
hand and very tenderly let it feel along the boy's young cock.  Its
hardness was delightful and it pulsed eagerly against my palm, my mind
filled with all of its desires for orgasm.  Ian just giggled more, still
laying with his arms and legs spread wide and helpless.  His belly was
shuddering with pleasure as I felt along his hairless erection and smooth,
round scrotum, and I licked my lips as I watched another tiny droplet of
clear semen fall onto his soft belly.
	I could feel Keith stepping into the doorway and I looked up at
him.  His smooth, pale brown cheeks were flushed and his big brown eyes
stared at the precious thing I was doing to the penis between Ian's legs.
Ian just lay there happily, the look on his face one of utter contentment
and happiness.  Keith's thin arms still held to his chest and I saw him
swallow nervously.  I again found myself wishing he was wearing tighter
pants so I could see how big his erection was; the embarrassed, boyish look
on his face made it impossible to confuse his sexual excitement.
	"Do you want to pet him?" I asked the young, boy, embarrassed at
how silly the question sounded.  I realized shyly what a sight I must have
made: a small, skinny boy in a skimpy silk suit that covered my nudity
about as much as a pair of bikini panties and suspenders might, sitting on
my knees with a small, three inch erection pressing through the silk
between my thin, pale thighs.
	I was terribly embarrassed and had the strangest fear that Keith
was going to run off and tell the other boys what I was doing to Ian.  That
was silly, of course: all the boys knew already what went on behind closed
doors.  The boys of Blue may have been shy and bashful, but they enjoyed
boy sex just as much as any of the boys in Purple or Green, albeit less
frequently.  I should not have been surprised, therefore, when Keith's
young body strolled bashfully over and stood beside the bed looking down at
Ian's naked beauty.
	Ian giggled up at him, his penis so hard and excited now that even
his pretty face was flushed.  I knew that my touching his erection was
giving him pleasure and I knew that it was getting greater all the time.
If nothing else, the excitement that echoed in his childish giggles showed
that.
	I looked up at Keith with growing adoration.  He looked so cute and
infatuated with Ian and I liked that.  For a long moment, he just stood
there, arms folded, but his desire finally got the best of him and he
nervously crawled onto the bed and came over beside Ian's slender chest.
His eyes were gazing into Ian's as his young hands reached out and
awkwardly felt across the boy's little nipples and the small mounds of his
muscles.
	"He's soft, isn't he?" I asked, blushing even as I said it.  Keith
blushed too, but just nodded in answer, his eyes watching the innocent
happiness playing on Ian's adorable face.  My fingers were still lightly
feeling the young boy's stiff, four inch erection as he started to whimper
excitedly, his blue eyes opening wider in astonishment, still smiling
boyishly up at Keith.  I could tell the hairless boy's penis wasn't going
to be able to hold out much longer and my fingers slipped down to gently
pet his smooth, slender thigh.
	Ian looked down at me questioningly, disappointed that I'd stopped
touching his erection, but I had something a lot more fun I wanted to do to
it.
	"What are you doing?" Keith asked as he watched me crawling down to
lay with my head toward Ian's penis.  I blushed and smiled up at him, but
didn't say anything and the cute boy's cheeks were rosy, his hands still
feeling across Ian's small chest.
	Eager and excited, I crawled up close to Ian's hips and grabbed his
cock with one hand, pointing it upward toward my slimy lips.  The
astonishing hardness of his penis was easy to feel.  The poor boy was so
hard it felt as if it was going to break off in my hand as I stuck it out
from his hairless pubic mound.  It also felt hot and was pulsing so
excitedly I was certain his precious sperm was going to start squirting
before I'd put the hairless young thing in my mouth.  I licked my lips as I
let them move slowly downward to Ian's bare penis head.
	Instantly I could taste the sweet juice of his boyhood against my
tongue as his hard little head pressed between my lips.  I went down on the
prepubescent boy with a happy moan of pleasure, tasting his young seed and
feeling his thick cock squeezed between my slimy lips as they slid down his
smooth shaft.  I could hear the innocent Kitten whimpering and crying with
excitement, his childish giggles mixing in with confused wonder.
	"Good boy," I heard Keith reassuring the excited child softly, his
hands rubbing all over Ian's chest and belly.  "Good boy." His soothing,
high-pitched voice filled me with delight.
	The throbbing cock in my mouth felt big and thick, but it all fit
inside and the boy's hairless skin pressed against my lips.  His swollen
penis head was pressing against the back of my throat, however, and I knew
I couldn't hold it there for long without gagging.  Not that I wanted to
hold it so deep: the boy was so close to erupting in orgasm that the last
thing I wanted was for his sperm to squirt down my throat untasted.  My
fingers held the round ball of his hairless scrotum lovingly, gently
rubbing the round testicles inside, massaging them as they loaded his
precious cargo of semen for ejaculation.  With tender adoration, I slid my
lips up to his small penis head, let my tongue lick all over it, then slid
back down his thick shaft.
	I looked out the corner of my eye and could see Ian's pretty
face. He was giggling so excitedly that it almost made me laugh, but the
look on his face was pure beauty.  Above the hard, rippling length of his
slender boy chest and belly, the boy's face looked strained to fantastic
depths of pleasure.  Keith was trying to hold the boy still, but he didn't
have to try too hard: Ian's body was so tense and rock hard, his muscles so
frantically locked up, that the poor thing probably couldn't have moved if
he wanted to.
	I felt his penis starting to flex long before his body exploded in
orgasm and I tasted the first of his thin sperm squirting out onto my
tongue.  There were about three rhythmic squirts before the giggling boy
suddenly cried out.  His hard body started to shudder with a violent
release of pleasure and his hips made quick, short jerks up and down.  Now
his penis squirt more fully and the taste of his semen coating my tongue
was wonderful.  It was thin and childish still, but the flavor was
magnificent, all the more beautiful as it squirt from the adorable boy's
hairless erection.  He was still too young to ejaculate very much, no
matter how much I desired more, but it was enough to fill the little room
that remained in my mouth around his thick cock.
	I was a little worried by the intensity of his body's excitement
because it looked like it was hurting him.  The look on his face as he
climaxed, however, was pure wonder and delight.  His blond bangs looked
adorable as they fell into his happy blue eyes and the eleven year old
seemed to be in pure heaven.  I felt happy for him as I swallowed his boy
sperm and felt his slender body begin to relax.  The boy lay still on the
bed, gasping and giggling softly, watching his hairless penis sticking into
my mouth.  Keith was still rubbing on his bare chest and Ian's affection
and sky blue eyes turned to the other boy in happy innocence.  I could feel
the fantastic hardness of Ian's thick penis start to ease in my mouth and I
tenderly sucked the last of his thin sperm from his small penis head.  I
was in no hurry to let the wonderful young penis go and Ian didn't see to
be in a hurry for me to, so I laid there sucking gently on it and listened
to his boyish panting and giggling.  After a couple of minutes, it had
grown limp which felt nice between my lips as they gently tugged on it, my
fingers gently petting the hairless skin between the his legs.
	When my pleasure with his penis began to be overcome by the desires
in my own, I let my lips slide up his soft cock and licked the excess
saliva from it.  Even with my effort, the young, hairless thing flopped
back against the lowest part of his belly glistening with spit.  It looked
soggy and was still raw and red from all his pleasure.
	I sat up expecting Ian to giggle and throw himself in my arms in
appreciation, but he scarcely seemed to remember any of it.  As if nothing
had happened, the slender boy sat up and started to crawl toward my lap,
leaving Keith behind to curl up against me.  I held his head on my lap and
gently petted his soft, blond hair, the young boy smiling and all ready to
fall asleep.  I looked up at Keith helplessly and the adorable boy blushed
and smiled.
	"Come on, Ian," I said, gently lifting the boy's head and putting
it down on the bed.  His long, dark eyelashes opened and he looked at me,
but he didn't lift his head or sit up.  After an orgasm like he'd had, I
wasn't surprised that he felt... weak as a kitten.  I smiled down at him
adoringly and pushed the blond hair out of his eyes before finally looking
up at the other young boy I had brought upstairs with me.
	Keith seemed to know what was coining next because he looked even
more nervous, sitting on his knees, his young hands knotting themselves on
his lap.  I was astonished by the beauty of his vulnerable innocence, his
face filled with all the uncomfortable, confusing hormones of young
puberty.  The young bulge in his blue jeans showed that his young cock was
still as stiff as my little boyhood was and I knew that, despite his
embarrassment, the thirteen year old wanted to relieve it.
	I crawled over to him and his adorable blue eyes glanced fearfully
up at mine before looking back down at his wringing hands.  My heart ached
in empathy for his nervousness but it ached equally with intense
infatuation with him.  He was so cute and his small pubescent body looked
so cuddly and adorable that I didn't do much ore than swallow as I
approached him.  The boy looked so huggable that my young hands reached for
him as I neared him and I gently, lovingly guided him to lay down on the
bed, my scantily clad, skinny body laying down next to him.  My little
boner was longing for the feel of his body against it and I took the boy in
my arms, letting the hard mound in his blue jeans press between my legs.
It was a wonderful feeling, filled with warmth and the rhythmic throbbing
of our young erections.  Even the pressure of his blue jeans themselves
felt nice, the thick denim rubbing against my boyhood through my skin tight
silk.
	I could feel Keith's small, bare arms awkwardly holding to my
skinny body and we held each other, young, boyish faces gazing nervously
into each other's.  His brown eyes were filled with beautiful emotions, not
the least of which was his innocent affection.  The desires in his small
body were also easy to see and his embarrassed pubescent fumbling with the
new wonder between his legs was totally captivating.  I was so in love with
him that I felt my face moving closer to his, felt my lips awkwardly press
against his.  His mouth was so tentative, so uncertain as we kissed in
boyish affection.
	I could feel his small chest swelling as he breathed, felt his
young heart beating nervously, felt his bare arms rubbing awkwardly across
the baby soft skin along my ribs.  We didn't French kiss as we lay there,
just kept our lips pressed together, and my hands gently felt down his
lower back, just feeling the roundness of his small bottom through his blue
jeans.  I was filled with hormonal desires for the boy, my penis throbbing
against the mound between his legs, my entire body feeling warm with the
firmness of his small body against mine.  Having trouble breathing, I let
my lips slip from his, felt my beardless cheek rub across the boy's baby
soft face.  We lay there with our smooth cheeks rubbing against each other,
warm moist breath against small, sensitive ears.
	I lay there allowing my body to fill with his beauty, let It fill
with love for him.  He felt so nice that I felt dizzy, as if laying there
in a dream, my hands moving slowly over his shirt, feeling his ribs and
backbone, the stiff fabric of his blue jeans.  So much of my body was left
bare by the strap suit and I could feel Keith's trebling fingertips gently
caressing my bare skin, the thirteen year old gasping softly against my
ear.  Neither of us seemed brave enough or in a hurry enough to break off
our affectionate embrace.  Our penises longed for each other, however, and
longed to feel the wonderful pleasure of our pubescent orgasms.
	I was gasping helplessly as I separated myself from Keith.  Again,
our eyes gazed into each other's, Keith's now filled with boyish
expectation.  His lips were parted and glistened slightly with a soft coat
of saliva.  His smooth cheeks were glowing a pretty red of embarrassment
and hormones.  He was adorable.
	I was trembling all over with excitement as I gazed down his small,
slender body.  The bulge in his blue jeans looked so pretty and so
compelling as it gently throbbed that my small hand awkwardly reached for
it.  It was greeted with warmth and the exciting pressure of his hard penis
pressing out against the thick fabric.  I could hear him gasping louder
with nervous embarrassment as my palm gently rubbed across the warm mound
of his cock, my fingertips pressing the flap of his fly open and exposing
the zipper that would lead to his precious organ.
	My blue eyes grew wide instantly as I felt Keith's small hand
reciprocating my fondling by gently reaching out with his fingers and
feeling, along the stiff, skinny, three inch cock bulging against the tight
silk between my legs.  My penis felt so hard as the young boy felt along
its slender inches, his brown eyes watching his fingertips with awe and
wonder.  His fingers even rubbed over my small, round testicles and I could
feel the soft back of his warm hand gently rubbing against my smooth,
hairless thigh.  Unlike Keith, I couldn't really tell much about his penis
through his pants.  He, on the other hand, could feel my stiff boyhood as
if it were already naked.
	Our penises and bodies, already filled with eagerness and
excitement, overflowed with desire as we lay there feeling each other.  I
felt as if I'd never had sex with a boy before, so enchanting was the young
boy, so fresh and new was his body laying near mine.  Although I
desperately wanted to see his naked penis, I let the mound in his jeans go
to take hold of the hem to his shirt.
	I could feel his small body tense in embarrassment as I lifted the
hem of his shirt and exposed his bare belly.  I gazed at his flat, baby
soft tummy with great infatuation.  His skin was smooth and perfect, only
the small beauty of his young belly button marring the otherwise
unblemished, pale brown boy flesh.  With the boy laying on his side, I
could only lift his shirt up to the beginning ripples of his small ribs.
This was so beautiful nonetheless, making the snap and zipper of his blue
jeans looking even more appealing and exciting.
	He swallowed nervously and sat up, not looking at me as I lifted
the shirt from the neck, pulling it over his face and lifting it up his
skinny body.  I was so in love with the beautiful body that appeared that
my trembling hand reached out and felt across his belly, making his young
boy muscles shudder with nervous anticipation.  His skin was as warm and
soft as it looked and I let my fingertips feel higher as the boy lifted his
shirt, soon exposing his little boy nipples and the small mounds of his
young chest.  As his shirt cleared his head, his bare underarms appeared,
paler than the rest of his small body but still covered with the same
smooth, baby soft skin.  He was, of course, completely hairless, and his
underarms were so pretty that I fought back a desire to lick them.
	His brown hair fell in a mop as his slender arms lowered the shirt
to his sides.  He was blushing brightly, his small chest now bare and
perfect, young muscles looking firm beneath his little brown nipples.  He
glanced at me briefly, then looked down shyly as he pulled his arms from
the shirt.  Adoring his small body, my hand returned to his ribs, rubbing
across them and over his young chest.  As I marveled at the wonderful
softness of his skin, the rhythmic beating of his heart in his chest, the
adorable boy blushed and smiled at me.  I reached out my arms to him as he
lay back down and now felt the exquisite pleasure of his bare skin rubbing
against my forearms and probing hands.
	I wanted to hold him like that for a ]on tie, but the half naked
boy was now brave and eager enough that his hands were instantly crabbing
the straps to my suit.  I felt him awkwardly tug them over my little
shoulders and he sat up a little bit to pull them down my arms.  I watched
as my skinny, pale chest appeared, looking paler against his soft brown
skin.  I felt a wave of embarrassment as I realized that the boy wasn't
stopping at my belly.  Filled with nervousness, I watched as his slender
arms bulged with boyish muscle and lie forced the silk down over my hips.
My little penis was glowing red from excitement and stuck Out straight and
pulsing madly, the little purple head shining like a mirror.  It looked so
little with its small three inches and I discovered that I was more than a
little embarrassed that the skin was so pale and hairless.  For the first
time, I really wished that I had at least a little pubic hair, at least
peach fuzz, but the skin surrounding my penis and my little testicles
looked as smooth and hairless as a four year old's.  As Keith peeled the
suit down my skinny, hairless legs, I blushed and hoped that his boyhood
was still hairless, too.
	Keith was blushing even more brightly than I was and I could tell
that he was forcing himself not to stare at my naked little erection.  He
glanced at it briefly as he separated the suit from my big feet, but
quickly looked away.  As soon as I was completely naked, he dropped the
suit on the floor and nervously lay down beside me again.  This time, a
very nervous Keith took hold of me and I felt the splendor of his bare
chest as the boy pressed it against me.  He was really gasping quickly now
as our arms enfolded each other.  I could feel the hard mound in his blue
jeans as my hairless erection rubbed against it.  I felt his smooth cheek
pressed against mine and I lay there holding him and whimpering softly with
pleasure.  Without volition, my slender hips pressed my pubic mound
forward, pressed my erection against his warm blue jeans, tickling it with
boyish pleasure.  My skinny legs spread and the thirteen year old's body
moved between them.  His bare chest and blue jeans felt so wonderful that I
cried softly and my arms held him tightly as he crawled up on top of e.
The weight of his young body between my legs sent waves of pleasure through
my little penis, sent ticklish wonder across my belly as it lay pressed
against his warm, baby soft skin.
	I looked up into his adorable face, looking a little frightened now
as he lay with my skinny naked body pinned beneath him.  His brown eyes
gazed into mine with pubescent infatuation and I lay panting, astonished
when his warm lips pressed themselves against mine.  I rubbed my arms up
and down on his ribs, marveled at the perfect softness of his young chest
and back.  Boys our age didn't usually engage in so much affection and the
rare excitement of kissing and hugging another boy my age was delightful.
	I wished desperately that he would take his pants off so I could
feel the naked splendor of his thirteen year old penis against mine.  Keith
seemed to be in such pleasure just as things were, however, that I thought
he would take forever to share his erection with me.  My desires to see him
completely naked were growing greater and greater and, as soon as the
gasping boy pulled his lips from mine, I gently rolled him over.  He didn't
seem to want our bare boy chests to part and his strong young arms held
tightly to me until I was laying on top of him.  I kissed him briefly and
he reluctantly let me go so that I could lay down beside him.
	His adorable face grew even more red as he lay there on his back,
gazing down at the healthy young mound between his legs, knowing that he
was going to show his penis to another boy, a penis that we both knew was
as stiff and throbbing as my little wiener was.  For a moment, however, all
I could do was lay there and worship the baby soft beauty of his small boy
chest and the firm contours of his ribs and belly.  My adoring hand reached
out and I lay my palm on the small mound of his muscle, feeling his little
brown nipple standing erect against the perfect softness of his boy skin.
His chest did swell with firm boy muscles, much more than a skinny little
boy like me would have.  I adored his chest and the firm ridge that joined
it to his rib cage as my hand slowly slid downward.  Keith gasped
nervously, watching my hand moving down the front of his body, toward the
sacred mound of his beautiful puberty.
	Again, the boy's tummy shivered nervously as my fingers petted the
hairless, baby soft skin surrounding his belly button.  My fingers were
soon at the beltline to his jeans and I adored the nervous stiffening of
his body as my fingers reached for the snap.  I looked up at the small
boy's chest one last time as my trembling fingers took hold of the snap.
His arms were spread just enough that I could look around his chest and see
the hairless beauty of his underarms.  Now, however, it was time to unveil
the boy's most cherished body part and my eyes scanned down his baby soft
belly and watched as I undid the snap.
	The little teenager's body jerked as the snap popped, just as I
knew it would.  We were both staring down, both watching eagerly for his
erection.  I could feel the warmth of his excitement emanating from his
jeans as my fingers took gentle hold of his zipper and pulled it down.  His
penis was sticking straight up against the zipper and it pressed its way
through it as the zipper came undone; unfortunately, however, the boy was
wearing the white cotton briefs most of the boys in Kovzland wore, and the
pleasure of his puberty was protected from my eyes for a moment longer.
	Once his jeans were unzipped, I quickly and nervously slipped my
hand down the front of his pants and lay my palm on the slender, pulsing
bulge in his underwear.  His penis was warm and the boy was obviously very
excited.  I was somewhat relieved, however, to realize that his penis
wasn't a lot bigger than mine.  It was, I could tell, about an inch longer
and wasn't much thicker.  I began to feel more hopeful that the teenaged
boy would still be hairless like me.
	Keith's bare chest and belly showed how nervous and embarrassed he
was to have his underwear held like that, but he said nothing.  I could see
his small, firm chest swelling as he breathed and his young muscles held
his body stiff and tense.  I loved the feel of his penis bulge against my
palm and I very affectionately let my hand rub slowly up and down on it.
This made the boy even more nervous but it felt so nice.
	Very eager now to bare his teenaged organ, I grabbed for his pants
and struggled to push them down over his hips.  They were too tight,
however, and Keith was laying on them.  I wasted little time with the
useless struggles, slipped my fingers down the elastic band of his
underpants, and managed to pull them down far enough that I got my first
sight of his naked beauty.
	Looking down his belly, I was face to face with his small, brown
penis head and the excited, red tip of his slender boyhood.  His tiny slit
was already gaping open and the boy seemed eager to squirt his seed from
it.  The skin on his lower tummy was paler than his soft brown chest and
belly and I gazed up its baby soft perfection, not seeing a single sign of
sprouting peach fuzz.  Keith started to sit up, perhaps to pull his pants
off, but I was too curious to wait.  With a childish cry of adoration, I
stuck my hand down the front of his underwear and cried with love for him
as my hand took hold of his rock hard young boyhood.  It still felt very
warm and was so hard I wanted to cry all the more.  As I felt his small
penis head pulsing against the center of my palm, my fingertips excitedly
probed around the hard, slender, four inch boyhood, gently prodded his
small testicles.
	By this time, little Keith was whimpering too, laying in confused
passion as he let another boy fondle his erection, laying helpless with my
hand down the front of his underwear.  I stroked the baby soft skin all
over his penis and was almost certain that the thirteen year old boy's
penis was just as smooth and hairless as mine and Ian's were.  We lay there
together gasping and whimpering and I didn't ever want to let his precious
penis go.
	"Let me take them off," the innocent boy cried softly, sitting up
as I reluctantly released his erection.  He was blushing so brightly that
his small ears looked extremely hot but he didn't pause as he grabbed hold
of his 'jeans and underwear and squirmed them down his smooth, baby soft
thighs.  My eyes stared between his legs in pubescent infatuation, not
leaving the slender, four inch little pole that stuck out straight and
excited from the teenager's body.  Unlike Ian, Keith had a knobby penis
head like mine.  It was brownish in color but the young boy was so excited
that it was shining a bright, deep shade of purple, the tiny slit ]owing a
beautiful color red just around the boy's little penis lips.  His penis
shaft was pale like his lower belly, but it too was glowing red from
excitement and it was as straight and hard as any little boy's could be.
It didn't bend in the slightest as it stuck from his body, his slender legs
lifting as they peeled his pants down.  The boy had to struggle to get his
big feet out, but it was okay: I got to see his naked erection the whole
time and it was lovely.
	He was extremely nervous and embarrassed as he lay back down naked
as a newborn.  Instinctively, he crossed his legs protectively but made no
effort to conceal the excitement of his penis.  The most he managed to do
was to press the smooth, round ball of his scrotum up between his thighs,
his small testicles still round like a child's, like mine.  There was no
doubt now: the boy's penis was completely hairless.  The pale skin between
his legs ran up to the raw redness of his erection without a single
pubescent hair.  This just made it more adorable to me, of course, and I
realized how deeply I loved the perfect hairlessness of boys just entering
puberty, particularly when the boy was as pretty and as excited as Keith
was.
	I adored it even more when the brightly blushing boy favored me
with a beautiful boyish smile, laying there in all his naked, throbbing
perfection.  To answer his unspoken question, I showed my adoration of his
naked penis by once again taking him into my arms, feeling his baby soft
chest again pressing against mine.  We both panted and moaned pathetically
when our hairless erections were finally allowed to touch each other.
Keith's legs spread this time and I guided my stiff boyhood to his like an
old pro, feeling the hardness between his legs rubbing across mine with the
warm excitement of his hormones.  The young things throbbed against each
other madly and I awkwardly struggled to rub them together, succeeding most
in bringing us both to the brink of orgasms until we cried and gasped in
each other's arms.
	We were both too excited for kissing now and lay our cheeks
together as our slender naked bodies rubbed and squirmed together, smooth,
soft boy skins rubbing together from small, thin shoulders, to slender legs
and overgrown feet.  I could hear Ian giggling suddenly behind us and it
made Keith pause briefly.  The Kitten didn't interfere with us, however,
and we were both so horny that we quickly returned to clumsy exertions and
rubbing.
	Keith was crying louder and more excitedly and I knew the precious
boy wasn't going to be able to control his hormones much longer.  He was
teetering on the brink of climax and the poor thirteen year old was too
eager for it to stop.  I was little better but his hairless penis was so
pretty that, as usual, all I could dream of was sucking on it.
	"Wait," I gasped and pleaded, awkwardly struggling to disentangle
my naked body from his.  Our small penises were both glowing red with
frantic need and both stuck out straight and hard as rock.
	"What?" Keith cried pathetically, the boy needing relief so badly.
	I didn't explain to him as I whirled around, quickly moved my face
between the wonderful boy's hairless legs, taking loving hold of his rock
hard penis.  He was so excited and I was so hungry for his penis that I
wasted little time with any further foreplay.  I wrapped my lips around his
stiff boner and let it poke its way all the way into my mouth.  Keith cried
in hopeless pleasure and I could feel the desperately excited boy trying to
reach my erection.
	I was sucking madly on his penis, rubbing my lips up and down on
it, licking his sensitive penis head, flicking my tongue at the tiny slit
until he was a squirming mass of excited puberty.  I don't know how the
hairless boy did it, but I soon felt fingers grabbing my boyhood, felt a
warm, slimy mouth engulf the young thing.
	The orgasmic pleasure that was racing through our penises and
through our young bodies was phenomenal.  Not only did I have the intense
pleasure of the boy's slimy mouth sucking on my erection, but I also had
the amazing perfection of his thirteen year old body squirming against
mine.  Everywhere our bodies touched seemed to fill with the same pleasure
in my penis and our smooth, hairless bodies were touching almost
everywhere.  My small hands were even rubbing up and down on his thin
thighs, feeling the ripple with muscle beneath his smooth skin, the slender
boy instinctively pumping and pressing his young penis in and out of my
mouth.
	We were both so excited that it was little wonder that we climaxed
so quickly and little wonder that we both came at the same time.  The
rhythmic squirming of our young bodies was becoming more frantic all the
time, filled with greater intensity every time our penises plunged into the
other's mouth.  For my part, my young boy muscles felt like they were going
to cramp from all the pleasure and tension that were filling them, not a
single part of my body or mind not given totally over to the raging
pleasure between my legs.
	When the pleasure in our penises finally could bare no more of our
loving affections they gripped us both in extreme orgasm.  Our small chests
were echoing with cries that the penises in our mouths muffled and our
hands were grabbing for each other's legs and holding them so tightly we
could scarcely move.  When our orgasms finally reached their ultimate
pleasure, however, our hairless young bodies did move.  They jerked
frantically and rhythmically back and forth with all the strength and
frantic need of little pubescent boys, driving slender, hairless young
penises between slimy lips that adored them.  I worshipped this moment, the
moment of total pleasure, the uncontrollable explosion of pleasure in penis
and body and mind.  It was made even more wonderful with Keith because I
had the additional joy of his beautiful young penis sliding between my lips
with rock hard excitement as he ejaculated.
	For the second time in a half hour, my tongue was rewarded for its
love with the sweet seed of a hairless young boy.  I had scarcely
considered the possibility that Keith would have sperm like Ian did, but
the slender erection in my mouth started to squirt thin semen out with
pubescent determination.  Each ejaculation was filled with the boy's
intense orgasm and I felt his knobby penis head squirting his sperm with
all his hormonal pleasure, his high pitched voice letting out a childish
grunt with each ejaculation.  I let it coat my slimy tongue, let all of my
taste buds enjoy the warm, slimy seed of the excited little teenager.  Like
Ian, Keith's little penis didn't have a lot of sperm yet but, like Ian, it
tasted like the nectar of gods and it was very exciting to feel it
squirting from that adorable erection.  My infatuation with the boy's sperm
distracted me from full enjoyment of my own orgasm, but my relief was very
great nonetheless.  I wondered and wished that my penis had ejaculated in
Keith's mouth too.  I wanted so much for him to taste the wonderful
pleasure of boy semen like I had.
	We collapsed together with desperate panting and gradually relaxing
cries.  Keith needed air so badly that he let my erection go rather quickly
and I felt the cool air against his young saliva on my penis.  I was more
experienced than he was and was able to get enough air through my nose so I
could keep sucking on his boy toy and enjoy the last vestiges of his
teenaged sperm.  Our naked young bodies were swelling madly as we breathed
and gasped and that allowed our soft skin to continue rubbing together.
	I felt the other boy's hands slip from my body, felt him nervously
laying back on the bed.  I let his sweet young penis go and it lay back on
his hairless belly covered with my slimy saliva.  It was so beautiful.
Worried that the boy was ashamed of what we had done, I looked up at him
but he was just laying there smiling bashfully at me.  I smiled back at him
and sat up, quickly laying my naked body down beside him.  I lifted his arm
around my shoulders than lay my own arm on his belly so I could gently pet
his small boy chest.
	"I love you, Keith," I said, perhaps because I loved every boy I'd
ever known.  This made the other boy blush and he was too slimy to respond.
"Did you like it?" I asked, my fingertips lightly caressing his pretty
little nipple.
	He shrugged slightly, but then smiled bashfully and nodded.  Our
eyes met and I smiled broadly at him.  He blushed brighter, but his smile
grew bigger too and I suddenly found myself pulling his small boy chest
against mine, found our lips seeking, each other's out.  This time I did
very gently press my tongue into his mouth, an action that surprised him so
much that he started to pull away.  When he realized that it was fun, he
held fast and I soon felt his tongue awkwardly licking mine.  I hoped that
he could taste his sperm.  It was so good.
	As we lay there kissing, my hands lovingly felt along his ribs and
chest again, reveling in the beautiful perfection of his boyish body.  I
even took the opportunity to reach up into his underarms and to adoringly
pet the baby soft skin I found there.  Erin had taught me long ago in
Tarsec Village to appreciate the beautiful skin of a boy's hairless
underarms and I never lost the adoration I found for them.
	There was a loud crash and both Keith and I turned fearfully in its
direction.  All we found, however, was Ian standing nervously beside a
fallen lamp.  The adorable kitten was still naked of course and his thick,
young penis was dangling on his boyish testicles in exquisite beauty.  He
looked a little frightened, by the noise or fear that he was going to be
punished, I don't know.  I just grinned at him adoringly, however, and
reached out an arm to him.  Once again his pretty face broke into a
delighted smile and he bounded across the room, jumped up on the bed and
crawled over beside me, pretty young penis hanging between his legs.  I let
the naked boy curl up against me and, still holding Keith with one arm,
gently reached down and fondled Ian's hairless penis until he purred
happily.
	"Does he have sperm?" Keith asked, his smooth cheeks flushing as
his brown eyes bashfully gazed at the other boy's thick, hairless penis.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"You don't," he said sympathetically.
	I shrugged, a little embarrassed.  "I'm still too little."
	Keith's soft, bare shoulder shrugged against my chest bashfully.
	"It doesn't matter," he smiled