The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Nineteen: The Festival of Boys

	It was astonishing sometimes to think about it.
	As that first year on Potus Island drew to a close, we had a
population of more than fourteen thousand boys.  There were no girls and
none of the youths were physically more mature than a twenty year old, the
vast majority of them trapped in the exciting hormones of young puberty.
You could see boys everywhere, so many that it was often difficult to find
a place to really get away from them.  Even in the woods (which still made
up the majority of the island) you couldn't go for a walk without stumbling
on some naked kid, perhaps more than one playing with each other in the
ways that boys do and in the ways that Kovzland had become famous for, at
least to ourselves.  There were small, childish little five year olds, and
almost adult young men; there were skinny boys and muscular boys; blondes
and brunettes; short hair and long hair; blue eyes and brown eyes, green,
yellow and hazel eyes; there were boys with brown skin, boys with white
skin, and boys with every shade in between; there were happy boys and quiet
boys; shy, giggling and nasty boys.  They were everywhere and every one of
them was adorable.  Just to go out and see all those smooth, pretty faces
and those firm, slender bodies filled me with joy and wonder.
	What was more astonishing to think about, and I thought about it a
lot, was that each and every one of those pretty kids had his very own
penis between his legs.  As one might well imagine, these came in as many
different sizes and appearances as the boys themselves, no two exactly
alike (except for several pairs of identical twins on the island, of
course).  There were short, fat penises and long, skinny ones; circumcised
cocks and boys with their foreskins still intact; there were penises
surrounded by nothing but soft, hairless boy skin, and bushes of curly
pubic hairs around the more mature ones, everything from silver peach fuzz
to childish tufts of pubic hair in between; there were small round
testicles and large oval ones; thick scrotums and thin ones; penises
bulging with veins and penises as smooth and unblemished as a boyish belly.
Some of the boys couldn't sit down without giving themselves erections and
some of them had a little less of a hair trigger.  To imagine all of those
wonderful penises maturing all around me; to imagine what the boys did to
them in their pubescent passions; to suck a boy's penis for the first time;
such dreams and activities filled my days with happiness and almost
constant desire.
	It was impossible for me to avoid seeing hundreds of boys every day
and every time I met a new one I would imagine what his penis must be like.
Inevitably, the thought made my own penis harden, gave a jolt to the
hormones between my legs, squirting them into my bloodstream until I
positively ached to sleep with the boy.  The urge to have my penis played
with and to feel an orgasm never really left me and it was little wonder
that I loved every boy I met and loved his penis whether I actually saw it
or not.
	I describe this predisposition because the Kovzland Festival of
Boys had finally arrived on Potus Island and I had the great joy to be
there for the opening ceremonies.
	The Festival was held on the last five days of each year.  It was
orchestrated by the Royal Family, but everyone was expected to participate
and to help out.  Each of the Houses, for example, was responsible for
hosting at least one event.  In past years, these events had become matters
of tradition and each house generally held the same event year after year.
Now, however, in the first festival of New Kovz, with a fresh-faced,
inexperienced Royal Family, not even the Guardians were sure what to
expect.
	There were several ongoing events, things that went on all week
long.  Of several dozen of these, the most noteworthy were the "Stockade",
"Tubs", "Massage/Worship", "Glory Hole", and "Puppy Play".
	The stockade could be a lot of fun.  It could be pretty awful too.
A boy who had broken the rules or been "charged" with some "crime" or
another by another boy could be sent to the stockade where he was placed
naked in stocks that held his hands and neck tightly.  While he was in the
stocks, other boys were allowed to do anything they wanted to him, except
really hurt him, of course.  Usually, all that was permitted to be done to
the boy was to give him "blue balls".  This meant that boys passing by
would keep touching and fondling his penis and do things that kept him
erect for as long as he was in the stocks (usually two or three hours).  It
was also a tradition to cover their naked bodies in food, dirt or whatever
you had on hand.  The marshals who protected the boys in these vulnerable
positions usually wouldn't let anyone do anything more than that to them.
Some of the "victims", however, particularly those from Green and Purple,
weren't so well protected.  The marshals sometimes let boys butt fuck them.
During his time in the stocks, he might have anywhere from thirty to fifty
boys poke their erections inside him squirting semen.  By the end, sperm
would be running all down the boy's legs and talk about blue balls!  It was
really cool... to watch anyway.
	The Stockade was run by the Royal Family so boys never really got
hurt too badly.  Proof of this was that several youths in Green and Purple
would go around taunting the marshals and breaking rules until they got
arrested and put in the stocks.  Once there, they'd taunt boy after boy,
inevitably ending up with some horny kid sticking his cock up his butt and
fucking him.  It always surprised me that some boys could like being fucked
by so many in one afternoon.  Some of the homiest ones even challenged each
other to see who could get fucked the most.  This was Tony Marsh's heaven.
All of this was done in the open sunlight and always drew a large crowd.  I
sometimes would go and watch all the sleek boys who would stand there and
fuck the captives, one after another; but all I did was giggle at them.
	Tubs weren't all that big a deal because they were there all the
time anyway.  These were the big, outdoor hot tubs in the palace gardens.
The big difference during the Festival is that normally boys were
discouraged from having sex in them.  During the Festival, it was made
public that anyone going to the Tubs had to expect to have sex with another
boy.  What was really cute about this was how many Baby Blue boys would
bashfully go up to the hot tubs like they did the rest of the year, now
pretending that they didn't know the rules.  Those of us who thought
nervous little kids were pretty and fun to have sex with would spend a lot
of our time at the tubs seducing and molesting them.  They always acted so
innocent and so confused, but they never struggled or complained, not when
they had someone petting their erections and kissing their naked bodies.
It was great fun.
	"Massage/Worship" was run by Yellow House.  It was just what it
sounded like: the "patron" would go in and, for a half hour, the prettiest
boys in Yellow would massage and worship his body, thoroughly seducing and
exciting him with massages and images.  Part of the process was a healthy
dose of testemones, our own hormone-inducing drugs, the ones used to
prepare even children for their Rite of Passage.  By the time your half
hour was ending, you felt like you hadn't had sex in a year.  Just when you
thought you couldn't stand the desire any longer, five boys from Yellow
would converge on you, rubbing and stroking and feeling your entire body,
poking at every erogenous zone you had, while the sixth boy swallowed your
penis and brought you to a mind-blowing orgasm.  Yellow claimed that they
were the most satisfying and complete orgasms possible.  I was looking
forward to having one.
	Glory Holes were common in every public bathroom on the island, of
course.  During the Festival, they just got used more often.  Unless you
wanted to walk in on a gang of boys poking their penises through holes and
having them sucked off in front of you, you just went tinkle in the bushes
or made the long trek to a private bathroom somewhere.  On the other hand,
if you wanted to give or receive a blow job from another boy, someone was
always eager to oblige you in the bathrooms.  It was also a great place to
suck on furry, immature pubescent penises because, again, these were the
places the nervous kids from Blue and Baby Blue went during the Festival,
again feigning all innocence.
	I looked very forward to Puppy Playroom.  Since most of the events
catered to older boys who had sperm, we younger ones didn't get to
participate in very much.  Puppy Playroom was designed just for those of us
who hadn't started ejaculating yet.  In many ways, it reminded me of the
Boy's Club in Tarsec Village because it was held in one of the smaller
houses in Blue and only younger boys got to go inside.  Each of the large
rooms was dedicated to some sexual activity, everything from wrestling to
oil games.  This was one of the last places you could find the more
bashful, nervous boys, one of the few places where even they would sneak
off to play during the Festival.  Even the most sexually frightened of the
boys would sneak into the Puppy Playroom, some of them not leaving it
throughout the Festival in fear that some older boy might see them.  Not
that shy boys were the only ones to be found there.  The youngest boys in
each of the Great Houses loved to meet there, safe from any feelings of
inadequacy due to their youth.  There was only one thing you couldn't find
in the Puppy Playroom: sperm or a boy capable of ejaculating it.  Some of
the more mature boys might have peach fuzz and a few even had sparse pubic
hairs, but the vast majority of us were still hairless and prepubescent.
It was kind of a fun change.  It was our own special place.
	There were other events, of course, some of them formal and
traditional, others a little more spontaneous.  Throughout the Festival,
there were constant activities that were totally non-sexual in theory --
there were baseball games, touch football games, basketball games, games of
Hide-and-Go-Seek, archery contests, swimming contests, pie eating contests,
horseshoe contests, cookouts, horseback riding contests, and any of a
thousand other activities, games, and tournaments.  No one could do
everything.  It just wasn't possible.  Too much was going on all the time.
Boys and groups of friends picked and chose what they wanted to do when
they wanted to do them.  Hornier boys spent their time in sexual
activities.  More passive boys generally spent their time in the games and
other things to do (though, one more time, most of these snuck into the
sexual things when they thought no one would notice them).
	There were enough innocent games that many of the boys in White
were permitted to take part in them.  The little boys, except for a few
rare "free" times, were kept secluded on their compound where they hosted
the more benign events.  Too many of the other boys would wander around
naked outside of White, and some of the really horny ones would drop on the
grass almost anywhere and have sex, even with a crowd of other boys
watching.  When the little kids were allowed out, dress codes and behavior
rules were strictly enforced.  Offenders ended up in the stockade with
barely a trial and usually with nothing and no one to defend their little
bottoms.  We didn't play with these rules: protection of White was one of
the few rules that everyone in leadership positions at least claimed to
believe in.  Even the case of Bobby Lauren had been a restricted, isolated
event, a bending of the rules that applied to only one boy.  No one in the
Royal Family or on the Council of Guardians wanted White to be exposed to
our sexual excesses.  Even the other boys were generally good about
observing the "free" times, if only because they rarely got a chance to see
the cute little boys from White.  That kind of made it fun too because the
Great Houses all loved to speculate on which seven or eight year old was
going to be a 10 one day, or perhaps start planning on courting a
particularly pretty little boy.
	The scheduled events were the really special ones and the ones that
drew the biggest crowds.  Even the Beautiful Baby Contest, which was, by
law, to appear to be a non-sexual activity, and the Prettiest Boy Contest
were very well attended.  The little boys were allowed to participate in
each of these and there was never a penis in sight, or, in theory, any
suggestive comments.  Nonetheless, the Baby Contest drew crowds because it
was the only event that spotlighted the little boys and everyone liked to
take the chance to see what boys would be coming through the Draft one day.
It was also the first official activity after the Opening Ceremonies and
everyone was eager to get the Festival underway.  Later on, they tended to
drift toward their own interests.  That first day, everyone wanted to be
where everyone else was.
	The Prettiest Boy Contest was well attended because the House who
had the winning boy would receive five first-round draft picks in the
coming year, and the House with the second and third rated boys received
three and one respectively.  Draft picks were everything in Kovzland.
	After those contests hosted by White and Baby Blue, things started
heating up pretty quickly.  All of the events that made it to the official
schedule of the Royal Family drew big crowds and for a variety of reasons.
Sometimes it was just the thrill of being there so you could talk about it
years later, especially if something really remarkable happened.  In Old
Kovzland, it wasn't unusual for stories from the Festival to be repeated
for hundreds of years afterward.  Everyone wanted to be there in case one
of these great events happened.  Just as engaging was the fact that the
other events tended to become more and more sexual in nature and in fact.
The hormone-ravaged boys in Kovzland couldn't refuse the chance to see
other boys having sex.  It didn't matter if they were frightened and
confused boys from Baby Blue or eager and aggressive boys from Purple: we
all liked to watch.
	There were twelve annual state dinners held by the Royal Family,
one each month honoring each of the Guardians and Sir Potus in turn, and
one on the First of Boy, the five day month named in honor of all boys.
The thirteenth and most extraordinary state dinner was held on opening
night of the Festival of Kovz.
	In the old days of Kovz City, the dinner was attended by 500 Kovz
Boys.  With the new size of Potus Island, the guest role was extended to
two thousand.  The guest list included the Royal Family as hosts, and the
Council of Guardians.  Each prince and each Guardian was given twenty five
invitations to give out as they chose.  The remaining invitations were
given to the princes and their presidents to reward the boys they chose to
reward.  Apart from the Guardian and Prince of White, the only
representative from the children's house was named the Guest of Honor.
This was a very young boy, usually about seven or eight years old, who was
theoretically about to go through the Rite of Passage.  Since very few
seven or eight year olds were truly mature enough for the Rites, however,
it was usually a boy who was younger than any we were likely to see at
other times.  Rather than going through the normal ceremony, this young
child was given a very special one as an opening to the festival.  He was
chosen by the king himself and, upon his ascension, became one of the
King's personal attendants in the palace.
	The only room in the palace that was large enough for so many boys
was the Great Hall of Kovzland and even it was over-flowing with tables.
These were lined up in eight rows, one for Baby Blue and one for each of
the Great Houses.  At the head, the Royal Family and the Council of
Guardians presided, each pair of prince and Guardian at the head of their
respective table.  At the very center of the head table sat the Guest of
Honor (the child from White) who was called "His Majesty's Favorite" for
the occasion.  He was flanked by the king and the Guardian of the Royal
Family.  The center table below the king was given to Baby Blue and the
others were assigned by lot.
	The dress code for the dinner was strictly enforced.  A boy who
even thought about bending the rules was quickly dismissed, it didn't
matter how cute he was or who vouched for him.  Each guest wore white
tennis shoes and white slacks, both new and perfectly clean and
well-pressed.  The slacks were expected to fit properly, too, and, except
in extreme cases, bulges were not expected to show.  The slacks were held
up by black belts, all with identical buckles, small golden buckles with
the emblem of Kovzland emblazoned on them.  The shirts were a little more
revealing in that they were all made of silk and none of the boys wore
T-shirts underneath them.  These were also white (though they could look
tan with the darker-skinned boys) and were capped by a black bow tie.
Sounds adorable so far, huh?  Well, since a boy's colors had to be shown
somewhere, they were shown in his blazer.  This was quite fine for the boys
in Baby Blue and Blue houses, even Gray was fairly attractive, but when you
think about a room filled with hundreds of boys in yellow, red, green and
purple blazers, you can understand that it really did get a little gaudy.
The boys never recognized this clashing mix of colors, but some of the rest
of us certainly did.
	The Princes were similarly clothed although their blazers and
slacks were lined with gold embroidery around the sleeves and down the
seams.  It looked much better than the others except for the Prince of
Yellow (Ryan) whose embroidery wasn't real easy to see.  Each of them also
wore the dainty gold tiaras of their status, of course.  The King, as head
of all, was also perhaps the most gaudy.  Not only did he wear his crown of
multi-colored gyms, but he also had to wear a thick robe that clearly
displayed all of the land's colors.  It really was pretty gross, to tell
you the truth.  Erin looked cute in it because he looked so young and yet
so formal, but it really did clash with itself.  We Guardians all wore
black tuxedoes with nothing at all showing our house affiliations.
Frankly, I thought we looked best of all.
	Well, except for one boy.  His Majesty's Favorite wore a tuxedo
that was identical to ours save that his was a brilliant white, every
stitch of clothing almost glowing in purity.  The only thing about him that
wasn't white was his tiara.  Though identical to the princes, this boy's
tiara was made of pure, brightly polished silver.  It was particularly
beautiful that first year because King Erin had chosen a beautiful boy to
wear it.  His name was Willy and, despite the fact that he should have been
older (at least look like he was about to go through the Rites) he was only
seven years old.  If it weren't for the fact that the little guy was going
to be Erin's personal ward and under his direct protection, I would have
objected.  As it was, he was in a much safer predicament than Bobby Lauren
had been in during the Draft.  I did check his file just to ensure they
weren't totally flaunting the rules and, despite his small size and very
very young appearance, the boy's penis seemed more than ready to handle the
sexual responsibilities of an older boy.  He was adorable, particularly all
bundled up in his white tuxedo and silver tiara.  He had blond hair, very
pale, and beautiful blue eyes.  What made him really cute was a splash of
freckles just across the bridge of his small nose.  I would have enjoyed
cuddling him myself and expected that Erin would show him the love and
gentleness his tender age required.
	I won't go through all the ceremonies and details of the dinner.
Each of the Guardians was introduced to the wild, excited cheers of the
guests, followed by each of the princes.  When we were all in place, King
Erin was introduced and gave a brief speech.  Little Willy had been kept
hidden and his identity kept a tightly guarded secret until this moment and
when Erin introduced him it seemed like every boy in the place was first
shocked then delighted to see so small and so young a boy.  Willy, who had
no idea what was going to happen to him later that night, was so young and
so innocent that he didn't even seem to understand that all the wild
cheering was for him.  He blushed fantastically as he took his place, but
looked very confused as well.  I had had some chance to get to know him a
little before the dinner and he was a very normal little boy with very
little ego but not a great deal of bashfulness either.  He really was like
a child, just going through life and seeing what happened next, neither
terrible shocked nor terribly frightened by anything.  He didn't seem very
bright to me, but then few seven year olds did.  He was just a sweet, very
cute little boy, nothing more.
	The dinner lasted for two hours with course after course scurried
in and out by several dozen boys who had volunteered just for the chance to
be a part of it all.  The serving boys all wore black slacks, white shirts
and bow ties and in the sea of gaudy blazers, I thought they were very
cute.  Our table got served by Erin's palace boys and they were, needless
to say, extremely pretty.  There was more food than could possibly be
listed.  Beef, veal, pork, fish, and poultry dishes came one after another.
Potatoes, yams, radishes, carrots, celery, broccoli, cauliflower,
cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, all appeared raw, in salads, in exquisite
cooked dishes.  Grapes, apples, oranges, kiwi, cantaloupe, watermelon, and
fruits beyond description, cooked, raw, candied and carved all were
presented.  Fresh baked bread and rolls.  Pastries and cinnamon rolls, ice
cream and cookies, cakes, pies and puddings.  A dizzying array of food all
washed down with sweet wines and dry wines, malts and sodas and ales, and
gallons upon gallons of milk.
	You expect to need a lot of food for two thousand guests, but for
two thousand pubescent and adolescent boys, the quantities were phenomenal.
The boys ate ravenously, as boys will, each one eating more than two
full-grown men could possibly have handled.  Despite the alcoholic drinks
available, the milk disappeared far faster, glass after glass of it,
quickly replaced by the rushing serving boys.  Even with all the food and
milk, all the guests made sure to drink enough to get drunk which, for most
of them, meant about two glasses of wine.  For all the attempts at
formality, there wasn't a clean blazer or silk shirt in the place by the
time the deserts were served and devoured.
	Erin, blessedly, had removed his gaudy robe early in the evening,
laying it back over his chair and stretching out in his white silk shirt.
He wore no tie and I noticed that he had unbuttoned most of the shirt
letting his soft brown chest show through.  He spent almost the entire meal
chatting with Willy, his new palace boy.  Willy, oblivious to his position
as Guest of Honor, seemed totally engaged by the adorable king and I envied
Erin to have such a pretty little boy gazing at him with such obvious
affection.  Most of the boys bellies were starting to swell very
noticeably, but Erin still looked thin and beautiful.  Having enchanted his
little boy, he was soon touching him more and more, even though he couldn't
be getting too great a feel through Willy's tuxedo.  Nonetheless, he did
get to pet the boy's hair back out of his eyes and did take total freedom
in petting his smooth, baby soft cheeks, displays of affection that Willy
was very clearly responding to.
	I was a little disappointed when Erin excused himself and took the
little child up to his room without inviting any of us to come watch.  I
had been sitting there gazing and flirting with little Willy myself and was
really looking forward to seeing him naked in the throes of his first
orgasm.  It had to be pretty cute for a seven year old boy.
	A rather unique event occurred right after dinner.  It was one of
my favorites, oddly enough, maybe because there wasn't any competition.  It
was basically a tribute to masturbation.  It might seem odd that
masturbation would be practiced by boys who had so many other outlets for
expressing their sexuality.  Jacking off, however, is a natural and
compelling behavior for pubescent boys.  No matter how easy it was to get
sucked off or fucked, every kid on the island liked to play with himself.
	The human boys were particularly obsessed with this fundamental
act.  I don't think it was genetic or anything.  It's just that most of the
human boys had grown up in the more sexually repressed parts of the
continent.  Most had taught themselves about sex by stumbling on
masturbation by accident.  Once learned, few boys could resist it ever
again.  Kovz Boys certainly liked jacking off too, it's just that we tended
to like boy sex better.  We'd learned about sex on the altar, with a boy
ejaculating in our mouths while another sucked off our prepubescent
erections.  Once you've experienced the soft affections of other boys like
that, masturbation usually seems like a second best thing.
	It took a while after desert before the real fun started.  In the
meantime, the boy servants cleared away the dishes and brought more bottles
of wine which we proceeded to pour down.  There is something really cute
about drunken boys: giggly and silly.  We never drank much at the island,
but it was fun on these rare occasions.  About half of the boys who had
shared dinner with us left soon after it was over.  They had events
scheduled for the next day and either 1) didn't want to drink, or 2) wanted
to save their sexual potency for competitions.  They were replaced by other
boys who couldn't be squeezed in for dinner but could now fill the huge
room to the breaking point.  As we got drunk, they came in one or two at a
time, taking up positions in chairs, on the tables or on the floor.  It
really was getting pretty crowded, but we were getting drunk and silly and
didn't care.
	The "event" commenced when the servants had cleared away the last
of the dishes.  They then became the instigators, standing on top of tables
and doing childish strip teases to the yelps and catcalls of the
increasingly drunk and horny crowd.  Some of the boy strippers weren't very
good, of course, not very good dancers and not very seductive about how
they took their clothes off.  The majority, however, really got into it and
watching them was incredible.
	Every one of the strippers finally peeled out of their underpants
with fully excited erections, some childlike and hairless, some big and
surrounded by young pubic hair.  These kids were ready to jerk off and
those of us watching were ready too.  When they were all naked, it was our
turn to join them and we all bumped and stumbled into each other as we
scurried out of slacks and blazers and puffy shirts.
	There was nothing and no one controlling the boys so the room was
really loud with young voices, some giggling, some laughing, some yelling
across to friends, some chatting boyishly.  All of them were squirming out
of their clothing and I smiled deliriously as I watched the smooth pink and
soft brown skins of young boys gradually appearing.  Soon, there wasn't
room for anything on the floor.  A layer of clothing covered it in a carpet
and a pressing horde of increasingly naked boys stepped on them carelessly.
	I was one of the first ones naked, perhaps because I wasn't the
type to be shy about nudity and perhaps just because I wanted to look at
all the other boys some more.  My three inch erection was already pulsing
excitedly, hairless and skinny, but every bit as able to please my
prepubescent body as any of the older boys bigger cocks.  Giggling
excitedly to be around so much churning boyhood, I crawled up on my chair
and grinned out at the sea of beautiful male youth before me.  Most were at
least shirtless now so there was a lot of skin to be seen, skinny bony
chests and rounded muscular ones, pale, almost white skin, smooth chocolate
brown skin.  Bright yellow, blond-haired boys and midnight black brunette
boys.  Short prepubescent boy-children and tall, mature young men.  More
than four thousand of them all pressed close together.  Beautiful.
	There wasn't a flaccid cock in the place.  No matter how young and
hairless the boy was, his penis was standing in full, throbbing erection.
In the presence of so many excited penises, the young kids could hardly be
expected to control themselves.  Kozvland was about to get a huge injection
of hormonal energy.
	No one announced commencement of the "event".  I suspect it started
in several places simultaneously: the hornier or bolder boys finally
reaching for their erections, grasping them, rubbing on them.  It might
take the shyer boys a little longer, but soon all of us had our penises
securely in hand and were caressing them in the natural way of horny boys.
	The styles were incredibly diverse.  You'd think that an act so
cherished by so many boys would have some similarities but virtually every
boy had developed his own style, his own way of making love to his own
penis.  Some (mostly the younger boys) held their cocks between a thumb and
forefinger.  Others with two or more fingers.  Others with a full fist.
Some rubbed fast and furious, beating their cocks into orgasms, while
others tenderly rubbed their organs with gentle affection.  Some petted
their penis heads with a thumb or finger while stroking; others
concentrated on the shaft.  Most caressed some other part of their body
with their free hand, some stroking their chest, belly or pubic hair,
others their thighs or butt holes.  Some boys laid down on the floor or
tables while others stood.  However they liked doing it, every boy in the
place was clearly enjoying themselves.
	The sounds in the room changed somewhat in content but not in
volume.  There were fewer words, more gasps, more moans.  Many of the kids
took advantage and really got into making a lot of sex noise, some of them
sending waves of giggles and laughter through the masturbating crowd.
There were rhythmic slaps of skin against skin and, when the time came,
there was the occasional sound of ejaculating sperm.
	Few boys could hold out long in this environment and few wanted to.
Boys masturbated with a frantic intensity and those who were capable sent
their semen squirting wherever it wanted to.  It was neat.  From my perch
atop my chair, I could see it all playing out before me in awe and wonder.
So enraptured was I by all the other boys that I actually lasted longer
than most.  When my orgasm did hit me, it almost knocked me off my skinny
legs and chair.  I stood there crying like most of the other kids in the
room and loving the pleasure of my body.
	At least three fourths of the boys had sperm so ejaculations were
going on all over the place, most splattering the naked bodies around them.
It was really neat.
	There were so many boys that it was impossible to say who lasted
the longest and no one cared.  Four thousand of us had just made love to
ourselves together and that was the only point to the whole thing.
Everyone was a winner.  I liked that.
	There was a sweet scramble for clothing afterward during which
offers were made.  Sometimes it was for an orgy somewhere on the island.
Other times just a personal interlude between boys.  Perhaps because I had
been so enchanted by little Willy, I latched onto a very young boy from
Gray.  He couldn't have been more than nine or ten years old.  Shy and
having just masturbated whatever passion his little body had, he wasn't all
that eager to pair off with a lover.  I knew little boys, however, and I
had soon convinced him to go for a walk with me in the gardens.
	It was dark out, but there were lights along the walkways and I
guided my little treasure boy into the maze.  We were certainly not alone
with this: young boy couples were everywhere.  Most were just kissing and
playing just then, but they were clearly planning to have sex just like I
was.
	My little lover's name was Timmy and he was only eight!  I could
see how young he was now.  Somehow he'd seemed older when he was
masturbating his hairless little penis.  Now, he was just a little boy.  I
led him to a private part of the maze where I stripped both of us naked
again.  The little kid was used to being adored by boys my age so he was
fully cooperative as I went through my pubescent worship of his innocence,
touching and kissing every tender inch of his body.  By the time I was
really worked up, the little boy lay over and smiled, his small hands
taking hold of his plump little buttocks and spreading them apart to show
his tiny butthole.  I mounted him with passion, my erection sliding up
inside him in an instant.  It fit like a glove and I made love to the boy
with adoring excitement, climaxing on top of him with a whimpering cry of
pleasure.
	The little boy seemed to like me more after I was finished and he
let me continue to play with his nude childhood.  Soon, I'd kissed and
licked his tiny, hairless boyhood into an erection and he let me suck on it
until he'd shuddered with his childish orgasm.  That done, my little penis
was stiff again and Timmy just smiled, rolled over and bared his little
butthole again.  I took him again, my bald pubic mound pressing into the
hairless crevice of his buttocks, our smooth bodies rubbing together until
I again cried from pleasure.  Boy sex was great.  I loved Kovzland.

	The next day ushered in the competitive events.  It focused
primarily on the "one time" events as well as the non-sexual contests.  The
"one-timers" were pretty impressive.  They included the contests for boys
who could ejaculate both the farthest and the most semen.  These events
both favored boys who had deprived themselves of sex for a while, hence the
reason many of the boys had avoided the masturbation party the night
before.
	It was difficult for a boy to compete in both events.  If he'd gone
three or four days without sex, his first orgasm was sure to be his most
powerful ejaculation in terms of both distance and quantity.  Both
categories would be limited by the second one.  That fundamental fact of
male physiology certainly didn't stop a lot of boys from trying.  In fact,
hundreds of boys entered the competition even though most of them certainly
couldn't beat the real champs in either contest.
	The known experts were saved for the very last.  Everyone knew that
there wasn't a lot of reason to watch all the lines of young boys who
giggled and masturbated themselves in the early rounds.  It was always cute
to watch kids masturbate, but no one expected any of them to win.  Both
contests were held in heats of twenty boys.  That meant that we had to sit
through thirty rather pointless heats and six hundred masturbating boys to
get to the twenty boys who were the real competitors.
	I only knew a couple of the boys going for distance in the final
round and neither of them won.  To my surprise and the surprise of everyone
watching, the winner was a fourteen year old boy whose penis wasn't even
all that big.  His name was Peter Tams and his five inch wiener and little
patch of pubic hairs didn't look very threatening to the nineteen well-hung
young men who stepped forward to challenge him.  Young Peter blew them away
though.  His sperm, thin and pubescent though it was, splattered almost six
meters out from his skinny, orgasmic body.  The next closest contestant was
a half meter short of his mark.
	I knew quite a number of the boys going for the "most sperm"
honors, including David Nelson, Kevin Smith, Mark Alvick and Adam
Henderson: the boys who had given me and several other little boys a "bath"
after the Draft months before.  Having seen the quantity that these virile
youths could produce, I picked Mark Alvick as an immediate favorite and I
wasn't wrong.  Though all twenty boys ejaculated an impressive amount of
semen, Mark's nine inch cock gushed out almost two hundred milliliters of
thick, slimy fluid, a healthy share better than the other boys and a LOT
more than the tablespoon offered by an average boy, even a Kovz Boy.
	Those were the only sexual events of the day.  The rest were much
more tame, primarily focusing on non-sexual beauty.  These included the
Beautiful Baby contest of White and several other beauty pageants.  It
culminated in a talent show with dozens of boys offering up songs, comedy
or acting as their contribution.  I really did love the talent show though
it was a bit mixed.  There were some really phenomenal singers: young boys
with high-pitched trebles that sailed out through the auditorium and made
you want to cry from their perfect beauty.  There were also some really
annoying ones, kids who shouldn't have even made it this far in the
competitions.
	I spent the day enjoying all of these events.  By the time they
were drawing to a close, me and most of the island were looking for their
partners for the evening.  I had decided early in the day to find a boy
mature enough to ejaculate and, in contrast to the eight year old Timmy the
night before, to spend this night enjoying the wonder of sperm.  My first
desire was young Peter Tams and his powerful young cock.  I couldn't find
him anywhere, however, and stumbled across Adam Henderson instead.  Though
an extremely shy boy from Blue, Adam certainly had the treasure I was
looking for in abundance.  Besides that, he was extremely cute.
	Seducing the virile kid was both easy and difficult.  He liked me,
there was no doubt about that, but he was so shy and embarrassed by his
puberty.  I was determined and patient, however, and the boy gave himself
over to me before nightfall.  In the safe confines of his room, the young
boy and I made love three times, each time with his young cock propelling a
half cup of semen into my mouth and onto my body.  I reveled in the wonder
and beauty of his lanky young body and smooth skin, but I achieved my goal,
finding full satisfaction in his intense young ejaculations.

	Day 2 was an extension of Day 1 but considerably more sexual.  The
last of the beauty contests were held, this time focusing on chests and
penises: biggest, smallest, most defined, skinniest, best representations
of childhood, puberty and adolescence.  The biggest penis contest was won
by Stevey Manchester to no surprise by me.  He was only twelve years old,
but his thirteen inch cock edged out several older, very impressive
competitors.  Normally, I would probably have gone for the winner as my
goal for the day, but I certainly knew Stevey well enough already after our
four weeks of mating.  Instead, I went for the boy with the smallest penis.
His name was Gordon, a very cute boy in all respects.  Though a sexually
active and open boy of Red, his thirteen year old erection was only two and
a half inches long.  No doubt there were younger boys with smaller penises,
but Gordon was the only one who had pubic hair, the only requirement for
competing.  He didn't have anything but peach fuzz, but it was enough to
qualify him for the contest.
	He was a nice lover for the evening, a happy boy untroubled by the
small size of his genitals.  He didn't have sperm yet and his penis would
still grow in the future, but for a kid his age, it was pretty small.  If
he'd butt-fucked me, it wouldn't have been very awe-inspiring.  As it was,
he had developed an incredible sucking ability and he certainly enjoyed
having his little cocklet played with and sucked.

	The only place to be on Day 3 of the Kovz Festival was Red.  This
was both figurative and literal: Red sponsored all the events that day.
Virtually all of them were the athletic competitions: races, swimming,
volleyball, baseball, etc., and none of the houses were as athletic as Red
was.
	The theory was that having the athletic competitions (and
theoretically the least sexual ones) in the middle of the week would give
the boys' penises a break after the excesses of the first two days and
prior to the excesses of the last two.  It worked pretty much.  Though
virtually every boy was almost certain to do it at least once, that was a
lot better than they did the other days of the festival.
	It was one of my favorite days, too, because it was a great chance
to just admire the physical skills of the boys without automatically
focusing on their sexuality.  It was a great day just for boy watching
since many were naked and most of those who weren't wore scant, adorable
athletic clothing that highlighted their bodies quite nicely.
	I arrived early that morning, naked as I had been almost constantly
since we first came to the island.  The only time I ever wore clothes was
when I was trying to be seductive or if the little boys of White were
around and nudity was forbidden.  I liked the feel of the air and sun
against my bare skin and the way my little penis felt in open view of the
other boys.
	Already Red was filling up with excited competitors and young boys.
It was surprising how many strangers there were -- boys I'd never met, much
less made love to.  Each of the Great Houses were staying pretty segregated
at first with team leaders trying to keep them organized.  It wouldn't last
long, though.  There were a lot of events going on at the same time and
everyone would soon be going off to compete or watch what they wanted to.
	It was still pretty easy to tell what house each boy belonged to
because most were wearing their colors.  The outfits, however, were really
cute.  In most athletic events, some clothing is desirable, particularly
for the older boys.  Everyone wanted to show off their colors, of course,
but the older boys also needed to protect their penises from injury or just
get them out of the way.  It can be pretty irritating to have your penis
flopping all over the place when you're trying to concentrate on running,
jumping, etc.  This wasn't quite so true for the younger boys whose penises
were frequently too small still to really get in the way.  But even they
didn't like it much when, say, bouncing on a trampoline and landing on
their belly.  Even little penises could get hurt that way.
	I'd never heard of a boy in Kovzland getting a hernia or anything
like that, but jock straps were common equipment, particularly for the
older boys.  If you're athletically engaged and gravity is constantly
pulling down on a big penis with some weight to it, it could get
uncomfortable.  Just as common were very skimpy swimsuits that did little
more than hold their penises secure and cover the crack along their
buttocks.  These garments were always skin tight and very slick, allowing a
swimming boy to cut through the water with very little drag.
	Less common were boys in wrestling silks.  These were one piece
outfits, something like a tank top connected to the swimming suits.  Like
the swimming suits, they were very tight and slick.  Though some of the
older boys wore a jock strap underneath, most didn't leaving very revealing
bulges.  Even without one, a boy's genitals were held pretty snugly.  It
was very cute to see slender, muscular boys in these outfits.
	The boys who were outfitted for soccer and baseball were somewhat
more clothed but not a lot.  They were the only ones wearing shoes in the
whole place and the soccer boys did wear shin protectors.  Otherwise, they
wore nothing but gym shorts, their chests bare in the sunlight.  The day's
events may have been non-sexual in nature, but there was certainly a lot of
boy skin to look at.  If we weren't going to watch each other making love
all day, we'd certainly have ample opportunity to admire the maturing male
physique.
	All of the outfits were of the same seven colors: Baby Blue, Blue,
Gray, Yellow, Red, Green and Purple.  Consequently, each of the assembled
groups had a splattering of color mixed in with the smooth tans and pinks
of boy skin.
	Each house was well represented by thirteen hundred to a fifteen
hundred boys that morning.  It was enough to virtually fill the town of Red
and they had to spread out wherever they could as the first event schedules
were finalized.  Kovz, it was wonderful.  My skinny neck started to ache as
my head turned to look at first one then another young athlete, firm,
slender bodies, graceful and delightful.
	I finally saw Calvin and Brendan over near the main mansion talking
with some of the other older boys.  Each wore red shorts and T-shirts, and
each carried a clipboard with a silver whistle around his neck.  Obviously
the judges for the events.  Good looking teenagers all.
	Apart from a smile from Brendan, they pretty much ignored me.  They
were very busy trying to sort through everything, with thirty five events
and more than five thousand contestants.  As they talked, I gazed out over
the horde of scantily clad and naked bodies again.  Kovz how I loved out
home.  Some of the boys were starting to stretch out now, flexing firm
muscles and long, slender legs.  It was going to be a great day.
	There was clearly no way to schedule everything adequately and
there was no way everything was going to come together very well.
Nonetheless, they finally were able to get some of the major activities
going before too long.  The team sports were the most important to get
going if only because most of the boys would become occupied leaving fewer
to organize for the other events.  Soccer, baseball, basketball,
volleyball... all quickly depleted the assembled crowd as the teams went
off to the respective field or court.
	I liked the independent events more anyway.  There was something
really cute about a boy competing alone, with no one to blame if he failed
and no one to share the glory with if he was successful.  Individual events
included swimming, diving, tennis, foot racing.
	The most popular event, both for participation and spectators, was
swimming.  It was my favorite and when the contestants left for the pool, I
joined in with them.  You could tell who the real swimmers were and who the
wannabes were just by their bodies.  Swimming is clearly the sport best
suited for developing boys.  It exercises and builds just the right
muscles.  The boys who did it a lot had strong shoulders and firm, rippling
belles.  The less dedicated ones were just plain skinny.  All of them wore
the same skimpy suits, sleek and adorable with their young bulges ranging
from tiny to quite remarkable in size.  Naked, I walked among their lean
bodies, smiling and gazing at the smooth skin and firm muscles.
	There were about four hundred of them that morning, fewer than half
the number who would race that day.  The rest were all off on some other
events and would need to hurry around from place to place if they wanted to
participate in everything they signed up for.  The most athletic boys of
all were really going to have a challenge fitting everything in, but what
was a house to do when their best wrestlers was also their best shortstop?
Nothing to do but run from event to event.
	The judges managed to get the early competitors in appropriate
positions while the rest of us took seats on the bleachers.  These were
made of metal and felt a bit hot against my bare bottom.  I was waiting for
the first race to start and was just kind of gazing around at the
half-naked boys when my eyes caught sight of a skinny boy with an enormous
penis walking toward me.  It was indecently large.  He wasn't much more
than five feet tall but his cock seemed to hang down almost to his knobby
knees, thick and swinging back and forth as he moved.  My mouth dropped
open looking at it, amazingly big on a boy who couldn't have weighed more
than a hundred pounds.
	It took me a second to realize that it was Stevey Manchester, my
old boy friend, and that the huge organ swinging between his legs had been
buried up my butt many times.  Kovz, I couldn't believe it could have fit
inside me it was so big.  I was also surprised to see Stevey, one of the
shyest boys around, walking around naked and displaying it so openly.  He
had the same tough-boy expression on his face that he always wore as he
came over and sat down beside me.
	"Ouch," his high pitched voice yelped.  "It's hot."
	"Yeah," I agreed.  I looked down at his penis, laying down between
his legs.  It was magnificent with its little veins bulging, the huge head
bulbous and mature looking, the hole thing long and thick as my wrist.  His
immature pubic fuzz might actually have matured a little in the time since
the mating season.  They seemed to be getting a little stiffer, not as
downy and childish as I remembered them, but still well before true pubic
hair.
	"Are you competing in anything?" I asked him.
	He shook his head, a slight scowl on his cute boy face.  "I'm not
very good at sports."
	That didn't surprise me: with a penis the size of his and a body as
small and skinny, it probably took all his coordination and strength just
to walk upright.  The thought made me smile a little.  He lifted his elbows
back on the bench behind him and leaned back on the bleachers, his legs
spread slightly apart.  This left the full size of his enormous penis fully
exposed and every boy who walked by stole glances at it, some with boyish
smiles, others with big, shocked eyes.  I stared at openly, still amazed
that my little body had allowed all of it inside.  It looked really big
now, his thighs looking oddly thin.  Above, his body looked even skinnier
than I remembered, a very thin, flat belly and chest.  Cute, but skinny.
	He had obviously become a lot more comfortable with his penis than
he had been a few months earlier.  That was good: there wasn't much way for
him to hide it and I suspect that there weren't very many clothes that it
fit inside comfortably.  He was becoming a legend, of course, and, if he
were treated like something of a freak by some, he was certainly respected.
I'd heard that he still didn't have sex with other boys very often, still
preferring to masturbate by himself and still very embarrassed about it.
He was coming along though.  If he could tolerate all the stares he got
when he went around naked, he was doing okay.  Still, he remained in Baby
Blue and hadn't gone through the Draft yet.  I would need to change that.
He needed to be in Green or Purple, someplace where his intense sexual
needs and the size of his genitals would be fully appreciated and
satisfied.
	"Are you routing for anyone?" I asked, trying to draw the bashful
sexual dynamo into a conversation.
	He shrugged his skinny shoulder.  "Just Baby Blue, I guess, he
said, not looking at me but at all the skinny little boys crawling onto the
launch pads.
	There would be heats all day long for swimming.  They began with
two heats for boys under ten years of age.  Since most boys this young were
still in White, there weren't very many in the Great Houses, fewer than 2%
of the total.  The pool was huge so each heat consisted of fourteen boys,
two from each house.  They were really cute in their tight speedos, of
course, giggling little guys who were still too young to be all that
competitive.  They still liked to win (they were boys after all) and some
were sure to cry if they lost, but it wasn't like the fierce competition of
the thirteen and fourteen year olds whose raging hormones made it critical
for them to impress the others.  Some genetic desire to reproduce that had
carried over even into our utopia.
	Not surprisingly, two little boys from Red came in first and second
in the first race with a boy from Yellow coming in third.  In the second
race, a really cute kid from Gray won, followed by a boy from Yellow, and
finally another Red boy in third.  Red really took their athletics
seriously.  Even their cuddly little boys had probably been in training for
these races for months.
	The next class was for boys aged ten and eleven years old.  There
were a lot more of them in the Great Houses and there were fourteen heats
in the morning series of races.  Even more numerous was the class for
twelve and thirteen year olds, and almost as many in the fourteen and
fifteen year old class.  After that it dropped off quickly, with eight
heats for sixteen and seventeen year olds and only two heats for eighteen
and above.  I stayed until mid-way through the sixteen year olds.  I liked
these adolescent boys a lot, mind you, and they really did have some
magnificent bodies, but I was getting bored.  I had been watching the
slippery young swimmers for more than two hours and did want to get around
and see some of the other contests.
	Stevey was still there, though there hadn't been any boys in Baby
Blue after the sole contestant in the fourteen/fifteen year old class.  I
gave his skinny little shoulder a squeeze and left him to watch the rest of
the show.  Perhaps he was waiting until the afternoon heats which would
bring up the second half of the younger boys.
	The town of Red was really active with boys running everywhere
hurrying to reach some event.  I did know a lot of them, of course, and was
constantly stopping to chat with friends, but I was happy to go my own way
and no one joined me.
	I was on my way out to the baseball diamonds when I passed a group
of boys my age who were lifting weights in a clearing.  Weight-lifting
wasn't an approved sport.  Although it was practiced by many boys
(especially in Red) it was generally discouraged for young boys and making
it competitive just encouraged them.  Still, it wasn't forbidden and could
really do some magnificent things for young bodies.  The down side was
over-doing it.  Inevitably, a young boy who lifts weights starts wanting to
build bigger muscles and lift heavier loads.  Pubescent bodies simply
weren't designed for this.  The bones weren't fully formed yet and the
boys' increasing efforts inevitably led to malformed arms and legs.
	The three boys who were doing it here were some of the ones who
were going too far.  If they'd simply focus on many repetitions of lighter
weights, they could develop some really exquisite bodies, better even than
the dedicated swimmers.  These guys were going for bulk though and it made
them look kind of weird.  I guess it was a little exotic -- a prepubescent
boy with swollen, rock-hard biceps, a washboard stomach, and broad,
rippling shoulders, but I didn't like it much.  It didn't look right.
	I talked with them for awhile and must admit that I was pretty
amazed by how hard they looked through their smooth skin, but I didn't do
anything to entice them apart from being naked.  They all wore gym shorts,
probably because weight-lifting inevitably made a boy's penis look tiny and
malformed.  They should have waited until they were older.  Fifteen and
sixteen year old's could really do wonders with weight-lifting.  Twelve
year olds just look weird.
	There were eight baseball diamonds in Red, only four of which were
being used for the tournament.  The games were already progressing to the
semi-finals and there was a crowd of about two thousand spectators in the
bleachers around each dug out.  Of the eight teams remaining, three were
from Red, two from Green, one from Purple, one from Yellow, and one from
Gray.  The Baby Blue and Blue teams had all been knocked out that morning.
I went to a game featuring Red versus Gray and stepped up into the
bleachers.  Prince Kelly and a beautiful blond-haired boy I didn't know
were sitting in the very top row giggling to each other and I had to step
through, around and over all the rows in front to get there.  It was fun
watching the sweet smiles of the young boys stealing glances at my boyhood
as I stepped by them.
	Both Kelly and his friend were wearing tight swimming suits.  I was
one of the few naked boys hanging around.  Most wanted to wear their team
colors.  Kelly was wearing blue with the gold fringe of the royal family.
His friend was wearing gray.
	"Kely!" the prince grinned, standing and welcoming me.  He grabbed
my wrist and pulled me down beside him, his smooth leg rubbing against
mine.  "Where have you been all day?" he asked, holding my shoulders in his
skinny arms.
	"Watching the swimmers," I giggled.  "Who's your friend?"  He was
really adorable, about thirteen years old with yellow hair, deep brown eyes
and a pug little nose.
	"Tyler," the boy introduced himself.  His voice was still
high-pitched and wonderful.  The way his eyes twinkled at me made me feel
good and the cute blush in his pale cheeks made him look even cuter.  In
full view, he looked down at my naked little penis then looked back into my
eyes again.
	I felt a shiver of delight as he blushed brighter and I giggled.
Kovz, it would be nice to cuddle with him.
	"Gray is only one run behind," Kelly said, smiling adorably as he
returned to watching the game still holding my shoulders.
	I was still smiling at the cute new boy, of course.  As he smiled
at me, I gazed down his bare chest.  It was small and compact, the brown
nipples very tiny the way I liked them.  He wasn't very muscular and just
beneath the slight ridge of his chest, his ribs rippled slightly down a
thin abdomen.  As my eyes passed over his little belly button, he spread
his knees a little so I could see the young bulge of his penis in his swim
suit.  It was nice, a round mound neither to small nor very large.  When I
looked back up into his face, he was still smiling at me.  Neato!
	I blushed and looked away smiling.  He liked me, I could see that,
but he was Kelly's, at least for now.
	Red was up to bat with a runner on second.  Cute boys, all wearing
gray or red shorts and shoes, slender chests bare, baseball caps above cute
faces.  Each team had twelve players, nine playing at any given time.  Two
of the players on each team had to be under twelve years old, three had to
be between twelve and fourteen, the rest could be any age.  Most looked
about fourteen.  It was fast-pitch, seven innings.
	"What inning is it?" I asked.
	"Top of the sixth," Kelly replied.
	"Score?"
	"Six to five," he said.  There was a loud crack and I watched the
cute boy's head tipping back watching the ball that had just been hit.
"Make that eight to five," he sighed as the ball sailed over the fence.
	"Damn!" Tyler's young voice said.
	The boy pitching for Gray was a tall, lanky boy who was really
pretty good.  After losing the home run, he managed to strike out the next
two batters: quite a fete considering that both batters were among the best
in the tournament.
	Despite two hits, Gray was unable to add to their score in the
bottom of the sixth.  They were good fielders though and managed to hold
Red in the top of the seventh.  This brought them to bat for their last
chance to win.  As the Red's pitcher managed to strike out the first two
batters, though, things began to look pretty dire, and their supporters
were starting to celebrate in the bleachers and in the dug-out.
	Gray clearly had more supporters though.  The Reds were popular
enough, but when it came to baseball there was nothing like pulling for the
underdogs.  Besides, Red won almost every athletic competition there was;
seeing someone else win was always exciting.  Consequently, as the next two
Gray batters managed base hits, the excitement in the bleachers was really
growing.
	Two outs.  Two on base.  Three runs needed to send it into extra
innings.  It doesn't get any better than that.  No sooner did I have the
thought, however, when the batter struck a nice line drive that dropped
perfectly between the second baseman and the center-fielder.  It was bases
loaded! and coming up to the plate was none other than Casey Morgan, Gray's
top hitter!  Kovz!
	"Casey at the Bat," I suddenly said, feeling my heart start to sink
at what I knew was about to happen.
	"Huh?" Kelly asked.
	I shook my head.  There was no hope.
	Pitch one: strike one!  Pitch two: strike two!  I shook my head.
Pitch three...
	You would have thought a bolt of lightning had hit the field, so
thunderous was the bat that connected solidly with that baseball.  I didn't
need to look.  No one did.  That sucker was out of there!  It cleared the
center field fence by at least fifty feet, erupting the entire field in
pandemonium.  Gray had beat Red!  If they never won another game, it
wouldn't matter.  No one was going to forget this game.
	I joined in the celebration for about ten minutes before deciding
to continue on my way.  I left Kelly and his friend Tyler to enjoy the
victory.
	It was early afternoon now and I was hungry.  There were picnic
tables set up near downtown and I joined a few hundred boys who had also
come around to eat their lunch.
	I spent the rest of the afternoon the same way I had the morning,
going from one event to another. By the time I was hungry again, the day
was starting to go long and was cooling off.  I had brought a pair of white
shorts and a tank top with me which I finally scurried into to minimize the
cooler air.  Most of the events were finishing off now and more and more
boys were coming to watch the swimming finals.  Freed of their obligations
to compete and represent their colors, more and more of these boys were
naked now.  There were so many that I, comfortably perched atop the top row
of the bleachers again, could look down and see the skinny and the muscular
young bodies rubbing together as they tried to see the races.
	It was getting loud, too: screechy childish voice squealing for
their teams and cracking pubescent voices urging them on.  It was an almost
painful din.
	The championship races had boiled down to one heat for each class,
each one consisting of eight boys.  Six of the eight little boys who
stepped up for the under ten class were from Red.  They were remarkable
bodies for boys so young, thin and wiry, but firm and nicely muscled too.
Really cute.  It wasn't a surprise when all three top awards were won by
the children of Red.
	Red faired less well in the ten/eleven age group.  Though they had
four of the eight finalists, they were only able to take away the third
place medal.  It was shortly after that race that a horde of two thousand
came toward us from the baseball diamonds.  They were really loud!  To
everyone's amazement, the boys of Gray had pulled off the upset of the
year, taking home the gold medal and the baseball championship!
	We watched all the rest of the swimming competitions.  Red did
well, winning half the medals, but there were some surprises, most notably
was a thirteen year old boy from Baby Blue who won the silver in his age
group.  Everyone knew Baby Blue was going to come in a distant seventh out
of the seven houses, so every medal they won was a big deal.
	As evening fell, the day's activities were drawing to a close.  To
finish off a wonderful day, Yellow was hosting the awards ceremony and
dinner over in their town.  It was a pretty exciting thought since most of
the boys were getting pretty horny by this time having exerted all their
energies that day on athletics rather than sex.  Still, everyone was tired,
too, particularly the athletes who had been running from one event to
another.  It was a three mile walk to Yellow!
	We managed it though: twelve thousand of us forming a mile-long
line across the island.  It was getting dark by the time we arrived and a
bit chilly.  Boys were starting to slip into spare clothing they'd brought
along; nothing too restrictive, but there weren't any left who braved it in
their birthday suits.  It wasn't cold by any means, but the breeze off the
lake certainly raised some goose bumps.
	Dinner was outdoors since we couldn't all fit in even the largest
mansion in Yellow.  Instead, we lounged around on the huge sports fields,
surrounding a makeshift stage and microphone.  As we lounged about eating,
the president of Red went through one event after another, the boys each
taking their turn mounting the three-level winners boxes and having the
gold, silver and bronze medals wrapped around their necks.  The rest of us
lay on the grass and cheered and applauded our athletes in between bites.
	Red took home the most medals, followed by Green, Yellow, Gray,
Purple, Blue and Baby Blue.  Baby Blue only got two of the 105 medals and
no golds.  Blue didn't get any golds either, but managed three silvers and
four bronzes.
	I was eating with Kelly and Tyler.  By this time, though, Tyler's
interests were clearly on my young friend.  Every now and then, I'd watch
the beautiful boy's hands stroking Kelly's yellow hair or rubbing his
skinny body.  I could probably have wormed myself into a three-way with
them, but I was definitely in the mood for some serious one on one action.
Tyler would have been perfect for this, but he was obviously already
committed to the eleven year old prince.  It wasn't that big a deal: with
the sexual tension in the air, I was hardly worried about getting a
partner.
	As Tyler seduced Kelly, therefore, I pretty much watched the
athletes getting their medals and waited for it to get over so I could find
a nice boy to sleep with that night.  I wasn't really even thinking that
much about it.  I just knew I wouldn't be sleeping alone.
	"Hi, Kelvin," a young voice said as if on cue.  I looked up a pair
of thin, hairless legs and into a very cute boy face.  For a moment, I
didn't recognize him in the flickering orange light from the bon fires.  He
was cute, no doubt about that.  A very slender boy of thirteen or fourteen
with a really enchanting smile.  He was wearing white shorts and a yellow,
button down shirt that was unbuttoned to about the middle of a small, thin
chest.  It must have been the yellow that triggered my memory of him: it
was Gavin, the boy from Yellow whom I had made love to almost a year
earlier when he first arrived.
	"Gavin!" I finally smiled in recognition.  I bounced to my feet and
ran to him, throwing my arms around his thin shoulders and hugging him.
His big hands took hold of my thin waist and I could feel and hear him
smiling against my ear.  We'd only made love once and even then it was
brief and under the watchful eyes of Guardians Calvin and Rick, but it had
been something.  In those few minutes of sitting on his erect penis and
riding my butt up and down on it, we had made a very real connection.
Somehow, hugging him felt like the most natural thing in the world and I
could tell that he felt the same way.
	He had already eaten and joined our party.  Soon, however, Tyler
and Kelly dropped out of my awareness.  There was no one in the world but
Gavin and me.  It was strange.  Just looking at him, he seemed kind of
average with short, straight brown hair and hazel eyes.  Even his body was
pretty average, thin and pubescent, but nothing really of note.
Nonetheless, there was something about his smile, his intelligent and
loving eyes, the odd tension of adolescence that emanated from him.  I
don't know.  He just had a strong impact on me.
	I'd seen him once or twice in the past year, but we'd never had
time to talk.  Now we did and we certainly tried to catch up.  As Tyler and
Kelly started cuddling and kissing, Gavin and I talked and smiled at each
other, forgetting to clap for the award winners we were so interested in
what the other had been doing.
	By the time the ceremonies were over and boys were starting to
drift off in groups and couples, it seemed like we'd just started talking.
I looked around.  Tyler and Kelly were gone though I couldn't remember them
ever leaving.  There weren't very many other boys around either and most of
them were having sex right there on the sports field.  When I looked back
at Gavin, he was looking around at the humping couples, too, then looked
back at me.  He smiled at me, a neat smile of straight white teeth.  I
smiled back.
	"Come on," he said.  He took hold of my hand and I held his back as
we got to our feet.  In silence, we walked toward the woods not far away.
It took a little walking through the forest before we found a suitable
clearing, grass covered and open beneath the stars and moons above.  It was
bright enough to see each other as Gavin turned and pulled me into his
arms, his moist young lips quickly finding mine.
	I held his slender body in my arms, fully giving myself over to his
kiss, opening my mouth as I felt his tongue slipping out and in against
mine.  He had learned a lot in the past year.  He was a fantastic kisser
and my young penis rose excitedly for him.  The bulge in his shorts was
pressed against my tummy and I could feel it growing bigger and harder,
too.  I worshipped it as my head tilted back so the taller boy could kiss
me.  Kovz, how I longed to feel his young cock inside my butt again.
	By the time our lips finally parted, we were both gasping
excitedly.  I lay my head forward on his chest, my cheek laying against the
smooth, bare skin between his open shirt.  As he stood gasping and holding
me, I reached my fingers up, found the buttons to his shirt and undid them.
The bare skin grew larger and I could soon smell the sweet fragrance of his
body and underarms coming from beneath it.  It had been tucked into his
shorts and I pulled the tails out and unbuttoned it all the way until the
ends parted and his slender chest and abdomen were bare.
	Like his face and body, his skin wasn't the most perfect I'd ever
felt, and yet there was something about it, something about him, that made
it feel like nirvana.  I don't know what it was but there was some kind of
chemistry between us and I could tell he felt it too.  Like soul mates.
Holding him, all I wanted to do was have sex.
	I started kissing his small, flat chest as we both awkwardly
maneuvered his shirt back over his skinny shoulders.  The boy tossed it
aside and his big hands were instantly grabbing for mine.  I smiled as I
kissed his little nipples, feeling his fingers pulling the tank top from my
gym shorts, feeling his fingers on my bare belly as he worked the top
higher on my skinny body.  I could feel his hands moving up my sides, moved
my chest back from his so he could pull it higher.  I kissed his nipple for
as long as I could.  When I felt the soft fabric against the underside of
my chin, I pulled my face away and raised my arms.  The young boy was
smiling as he pulled the tank top all the way up.  His eyes gazed at my
bare, skinny body and freed the tank top from my arms and head.  I stood up
before him smiling and blushing as he tossed it away.  Instantly, he pulled
my shoulders in toward him and instantly we were both rewarded with the
soft warmth of our chests pressing together.  Mine actually reached to his
ribcage, but it felt nice anyway and it left my cheek to rub across his
young muscles.
	He didn't wait long.  We were both getting really worked up now and
the boy was obviously eager to get me naked as he started pushing my gym
shorts down.  I felt his big hands slipping down and holding the rounded
globes of my little buttocks.  He had obviously grown a lot in the past
year because I felt his long fingers probing immediately for my butthole.
Once found, his fingertips took turns teasing the tiny entrance.  Excited
as I was, of course, this started my juices flowing and I started moaning
with eager anticipation.  When the boy actually pushed at my little
sphincter and slipped a finger inside me, I let out a startled little yelp
and stood up.
	He looked a little surprised by my reaction, but smiled as he stood
watching me peel the shorts all the way down my legs, my hairless little
erection standing out stiff as a skinny rock.  As soon as I was naked, I
went instantly for his shorts.  He was wearing the kind with a button and
zipper and I grinned as my young fingers awkwardly fumbled with them.
	"Careful," his pubescent voice cracked when I almost tore the
button off.  I managed to get it free and instantly pulled the zipper down,
the young man's erection instantly pushing into the opening.  Kovz, it was
a beautiful penis and its appearance was accompanied by a waft of musky boy
sweat, the wonderful smell of sperm and perspiration.  I pulled his shorts
all the way down and heard him giggle a little as he stepped out of them.
	He hadn't changed a bit.  His cock was still a magnificent six
inches in length, the head a bright purple, the shaft glowing brightly from
erection.  His small bush of pubic hair hadn't changed either, dark and
easy to see, but still softer than a man's and not very thick.  Below, his
oval testicles hung in a thick, snug, hairless scrotum.  His erection
pointed upward and outward prominently, pulsing rhythmically up and down in
pubescent anticipation of orgasm.
	I sighed adoringly at him and stepped forward again, wrapping my
arms around his thin waist as his big hands took hold of my skinny
shoulders.  My hairless little erection pressed against his smooth thigh
and his swollen cock pressed against my tummy.  "I love you, Gavin," I had
to sigh, so wonderful did I feel to be holding him again.
	"I love you too," he said, his hands slipping down my back and
returning to my buttocks.  "You were the best I ever had."
	My body jerked as his fingers again poked at my tight butthole.
When he'd found the hairless little orifice, he pressed up into it again
and I felt his long, skinny finger moving up inside me all the way to the
knuckle.  He wiggled it there and I could feel it coaxing my Kovzian butt
to pleasure.
	"Do you want to butt fuck me?" I whimpered, loving the feel of his
finger but knowing his erection would be much nicer.
	"Yeah," he smiled against my blond hair.
	"I want you to fuck me so bad," I cooed, knowing we were both going
to get what we wanted.
	He pulled his finger out of my butt and gently pulled my skinny
shoulders away from him.  He smiled down at me with adoration and I smiled
back just as lovingly.  We didn't say anymore as the young man guided me
down on the grass.  He rolled me over so that my back was against his chest
and one of his big hands took hold of my little chest.  I could feel his
other hand taking hold of his hard cock, felt him guiding it to my bottom.
Normally, I preferred to be on top facing the boy who was butt fucking me
so I could look at him.  The way Gavin did it though, the way he held me...
I wasn't in charge of this.  He was.  He was truly going to fuck me and all
I could do was lay there and open my innards to him.
	He found the little hole very easily and I could feel his swollen
purple head pressing against it.  I was so excited and so eager that the
hard cock penetrated me with just a little bit of pushing by Gavin.  Once
his glans were inside, the boy let his cock go and both his hands were now
laying flat on my chest, holding and rubbing it as his young hips worked
his erection deeper.
	It felt so good that I moaned, amazed by the wonder of the thick
hardness moving up inside me.  It was better than Stevey Manchester's
thirteen inch monster by far.  When Stevey went inside me, it hurt.
Gavin's didn't hurt at all but still gave me the sense of fullness that I
loved.  His six inch cock was perfect for the size of my young body,
neither too big nor too small.  It fit snugly inside me and made me feel
happy.
	"That a boy," he cooed softly, still pushing his cock up my ass,
his hands and arms still rubbing lovingly over my skinny body.  As I felt
his hips finally pressing against my buttocks, his slender fingers reached
down and took hold of my little erection.  I heard him moan softly as he
felt it, tense and throbbing happily in his touch.  He put his cheek on my
blond hair, his hips grinding a little bit to work the full length of his
penis inside me, the thick young thing pushing against the erogenous zones
in my intestines, filling me with increasing pleasure.
	"Oohhh," my high pitched voice moaned softly.
	"Does it hurt?" he asked, panting excitedly against my little ear.
	"No," I breathed.  "It feels really good."
	"You feel really good, too," his young voice cracked.
	"Don't cum too fast," I sighed, eager to make the moment last as
long as I could.
	"I won't," he replied, his fingers starting to stroke slowly on my
hairless little erection.  He let out an adorable little grunt as his
skinny body pulled his hips backward.  It was difficult because his firm
chest was directly against my shoulder blades and his smooth young legs
were intertwined with mine.  All that moved was his plump bottom and I
could feel the young cock inside me sliding slowly out.
	"Kovz, that feels good, Kely," he moaned.
	"Ooooohhhh," I let out a long soprano moan as the boy pushed it
back inside again, the swollen head sliding all along my sensitive insides.
"Oh, shit," I cried out, the pleasure suddenly growing frantic inside my
butt and all along my little penis.  I could hear him smiling as my skinny
little body jerked in prepubescent orgasm, his fingers rubbing my penis
with tender love and affection.
	As I lay there gasping and crying in his skinny arms, the boy
kissed my ear.  "So who came to quick?" he giggled a little.
	"Do it to me some more," I whimpered.  "I can do it again."
	The skinny boy complied, letting out another grunt and sliding his
cock outward again.  I could feel his body undulate as he maneuvered and
pressed it back up again.  It was starting to move easier as my muscles got
used to it and Gavin immediately pulled it back out, body flexing as he
reversed direction and the cock moved inside yet again.  Somehow he was
managing to keep masturbating my little penis as he did this and my
pleasure was already starting to get greater again.
	It took several of these long, slow passes inside me before the
snug fit of my butt was loose enough for the natural rhythms of love to
play the course.  Gavin clearly knew these rhythms very well and his skinny
body started sliding against my back as he worked his young hips in and
out, six inch cock sliding up and down inside me.
	He was gasping louder now and I was just moaning over and over
again.  Still his fourteen year old body continued to fuck me like an
expert.
	"Shit, Kely," he grunted.  I felt his chest pressing harder against
my back until I lay forward on my belly.  His hands released my abdomen and
penis as he crawled all the way on top of me, my body loving his pubescent
weight pinning me down.  He put his hands on either side of me and let out
a wonderful cry of pleasure as he lifted his chest up.  Now he could look
down my skinny shoulders, could see his young penis sticking down into the
crack of my butt and up inside my body.
	With a little more room to work now, the boy started fucking me
faster, his hips rising and falling, young penis moving easily in and out
of me.  He was grunting and moaning now and I was moaning with him, our
young voices making an exquisite harmony of boy sex.  I lifted myself on my
elbows, the adorable boy's cheek coming down against my hair until I could
hear his pretty voice singing directly against my ear.  Kovz, it felt good.
He knew just how to do everything, managing to pull his penis out until
just his swollen purple penis head was inside me, then plunging the whole
thing forward and grinding his hips against me until it was all there.
	My penis wasn't enjoying the direct pressure of the grass against
it as much as it had enjoyed his tender fingers, but my butt was in
delirium with his rhythmic humping.  Below the warm pressure in my butt,
our smooth legs were rubbing against each other, long, slender boy legs,
soft and hairless.  I was in heaven.
	Gavin started fucking faster and his young voice took on a frantic
edge as his pleasure finally started to grow outside his control.  He had
managed to postpone his orgasm for almost five minutes, an impressive fete
for a fourteen year old boy.  Now, however, the constant rubbing all along
his penis was taking its toll.  I moaned with pleasure, too, feeling the
thick cock moving faster and faster, in and out, up and down, driving my
hairless little erection into the grass.
	"I'm going to come again, Gavin," I cried as orgasm started welling
in my butt again.
	The thought obviously excited the young boy and he was eager to
climax with me.  On top of me, his thin body struggled desperately to fuck
me harder, his young voice crying and grunting every time he drove the cock
up me.  Soon, he was fucking so fast that I could hear the rhythmic
slapping of my butt cheeks as they came in contact with the smooth skin of
his hips.  What beautiful sounds there in the moonlight.  Two young boys in
the very depths of passion.
	"Oh, God!" he cried pathetically as his orgasm finally seized him.
It was obviously a lot more pleasure than the boy could stand because he
quickly became a writhing mass of boyish flesh and flexing muscles on my
back.  About the only part of his body he seemed to control was his hips
which continued to pound his cock inside me, enough to trigger a shuddering
pleasure of orgasm through me.
	"Fuck!" he cried, his body starting to buck uncontrollably on top
of me.  He seemed to ejaculate a gallon of sperm in my butt, his teenaged
cock flexing dramatically every time a bolt of orgasm shot through him.  He
must have bucked more than a dozen times, each one accompanied by a
cracking cry of savage pleasure, each one accompanied by the frantic
propulsion of boyish semen up along his penis and into my body.  His young
seed coated his thick cock, making it even slimier as it jammed up inside
me only to squirt out more.
	The kid seemed to have drained his body of all its pubescent needs.
With decreasing his passion, his smooth body slowed its bucking and slowly
began to just squirm slowly on me, the stiff, slimy cock pressing all the
way inside to drain the last of its treasure.  I lay forward on the grass
and Gavin lay down on top of me, his smooth, flat chest resting on my
skinny shoulder blades.
	"Oh, man," his changing voice sighed.  His chest was swelling up
and down for air, his breath blowing against my ear.
	I sighed happily, feeling warm and satisfied though my little
erection continued to throb.
	We lay there for awhile, happily recovering our boyish strength.
Gavin's penis was softening and he finally pulled it out of my butt with a
wet sucking sound.
	He finally crawled off me and I turned to face him, his skinny arms
pulling my small body in against his chest, his slimy, limp penis pressing
against my hairless erection.  It was covered with his semen and my
erection could feel his young pubic hair rubbing against its sensitive
head.  He was smiling as he hugged me, gently pressing his penis into my
smooth pubic area, caressing my little penis.  I smiled and moaned with the
tender pleasure, but Gavin wasn't done.  He soon lay me back on the grass
and, to my delight, he took my penis into his thin red lips.
	His semen was drying but he must have tasted it as his tender lips
went up and down on my little boyhood.  His fingers were caressing the
hairless skin surrounding it, lovingly fondling my little testicles.  It
didn't take long before my skinny body was shaking with orgasm, both he and
I smiling at my young pleasure.
	Both sated for the moment, we started kissing and fondling and
exploring each other's young bodies.  We were obviously both fascinated --
him by my hairless innocence, me by his maturing puberty.  Our post-sex
play, however, soon took on the increasing fascination of foreplay as
Gavin's young cock stiffened again.  It had only been about ten minutes,
but the boy was young, his body designed for reproduction.
	He didn't seem all that eager to relieve it too quickly, but I was
so thrilled and so eager to be made love to again, that I laid him back on
the grass and crawled on top of him.  As he lay there smiling, I worked his
cock to my bottom and sat down on it, the young six inch thing sliding
easily into a butt that wanted it desperately.
	He lay without moving, smiling at my skinny, hairless body as it
rode up and down on his cock.  The cock fit in easily now, my butt still
well lubricated with its natural oils and his young semen.  I just stared
down at him, my small hands resting on his flat chest and using it to lift
my butt up and down on his penis.  He was so beautiful when he climaxed,
smiling and moaning adorably, eyes gazing from my little penis and up into
my smiling face.
	I didn't move too quickly, just continuously, up and down, stiff
pubescent cock sliding in and out.  I could feel his abdomen tightening
beneath then suddenly felt his slender hips suddenly start jabbing his
penis up inside me.  With both of us moaning and gasping with pleasure, the
fourteen year old ejaculated his sperm again, again deep in to the tight
confines of my butthole.
	It took another fifteen minutes of boyish love-making before
Gavin's cock was ready for yet another orgasm.  This time, he took me
"doggy style", me standing on all fours as he took up position behind me
and easily slipped his growing erection into my butt for the third time in
a half hour.  His arms wrapped around my skinny chest and he lay his body
against me as he worked his young hips in and out.  His young fingers
tugged on my little boyhood as he frantically fucked me to another orgasm
and still more of his boy sperm squirt inside me.
	Within a half hour, he was going for my little butt again.  This
time, he stood on his knees between my legs, lifted my ankles onto his
skinny shoulders and plunged his erection inside me.  It took him longer to
climax, his maturing young testicles drained of his sperm reserves.  He
didn't care and neither did I.  He just fucked me harder and faster,
bringing both of us to wonderful orgasms.
	To my delight, he took me a fifth time.  Amazingly, he hugged my
little body close to him and, while he was standing, I wrapped my legs
around his thin abdomen and he lowered my bottom down onto his erection,
penetrating me yet again and sending both of us to mind-blowing orgasms
that almost made him fall over.
	Exhausted and sleepy, he wanted me yet another time.  He did as he
had done in the beginning of our long love-making, taking me from behind.
This time, he made love slowly, his erection sliding in and out with
rhythmic tenderness.  It took several minutes of the boy's constant
humping, in and out, over and over again as we both moaned with pleasure.
We both climaxed with gentle jerks through our naked bodies.  As virile as
the kid was, his body had almost no semen left now.  He was doing it for
love's sake only.
	Never had one boy loved me so completely.  Six orgasms for each of
us in about three hours of kissing and fondling.  After the sixth one,
though, we were both totally spent.  He pulled his cock out and it lay
softening against my bottom.  Inside, my butt felt warm and slimy with his
sperm.  I felt so good.  He snuggled in close to me, still holding my
little body as we both drifted off to sleep.
	It was a wonderful night's sleep.  I'm sure I dreamt of Gavin the
whole time but when I awoke the next morning, the only thing I could
remember was the wonderful feel of his arms around me, his young penis
still pressed against my bottom.
	"Are you awake?" the boy asked softly.
	"Yeah," I smiled, his big hands stroking my chest and belly.
	"Kovz, that was really great, Kely," he sighed softly, his young
lips kissing my sensitive earlobe.
	I smiled bigger.  It was always wonderful to know that a boy loved
me and loved making love to me.  I lay there feeling happy and snug.  Gavin
kept kissing my ears, soon reaching over to kiss my cheek, his hands
caressing my body, reaching down and petting my little penis.  I was soon
panting from pleasure.  My penis didn't get hard, but Gavin's did.  I felt
it growing bigger and stiffer, the boy having to maneuver his slender hips
so the young thing could straighten out along the crack of my plump
buttocks.  I could feel his breath blowing faster through his nose and
could feel the eager affection of his palms caressing my bare skin.
	I could feel him starting to probe with his erection and knew that
he wanted to do it again.  Though my immature, twelve year old body wasn't
ready for yet another orgasm, Gavin's fourteen year old pubescent one
clearly was.  Loving him more than life itself, I lay there calmly and let
him caress and feel me.  When his swollen young penis head finally found
its way to my butthole without any guidance from his hand, I panted softly.
He pressed it there against the entrance to my body and I lovingly relaxed
my little sphincter.  Slowly and lovingly he pressed his excited young
genitals forward.  Slowly and lovingly the head buried itself into my tight
butthole.  Slowly and lovingly he pressed it deeper.
	He was moaning softly and I was panting.  I could feel his skinny
body squirming as it maneuvered his penis deeper and deeper until he was
again all the way up inside me, his arms holding my skinny chest and
abdomen affectionately.  Still laying there and not moving, I felt the boy
starting to make love to me, his young hips moving the stiff cock up my
butt gently in and out.  It was the most loving thing he had ever done to
me.  No pounding excitement, no frantic bucking, no animalistic passion.
Nothing but slow, tender loving.  It felt delirious, not sex, but love
incarnate.
	It took forever.  Held against his chest, I could feel his slender
body moving back and forth, could feel his chest swelling up and down as he
moaned, could feel his thick, six inch cock sliding in and out my skinny
hips.  All the while, he kissed my ear and cheek and his big hands rubbed
my skinny little chest.  Though my penis never got stiff, the sensitive
nerves in my butt warmed gradually with the tender caressing of his cock
inside it.  Slowly and wonderfully the pleasure of anal orgasm filled me.
I moaned softly as the pleasure of it swept over me, not like a freight
train or with over-powering passion, just wonderful sensations of joy
flexing along my young innards.
	Just as my anal orgasm was gentle and lovely, so too was Gavin's
penile orgasm.  He didn't fuck me any faster, just kept pulling his cock
out of me and slowly pushing it back inside until it was all the way in.
When he climaxed, I could hear it in his pubescent voice, could feel it by
the increasing pressure of his hands on my body.  He pulled me in tightly
to him, shoved his cock in as far as it could reach.  With faint little
jerks, he squirt his sperm inside me, accompanied by a loving, wonderful
sigh of joy and love.
	When he was finished, his whole body relaxed against me.  He
snuggled in, rubbing his firm young chest against my skinny shoulders.
Still breathing deeply, he started kissing my hair, his hands caressing my
skinny body.  Kovz, he was a wonderful boy.  He didn't have the strength to
pull his penis out of me right away and I didn't want him to.  Instead, I
lay there feeling his love for me, and feeling his young cock getting soft
in my butt.  As it grew softer and smaller, my body instinctively worked it
out again.  When my sphincter finally expelled the last of it, the boy just
lay there holding it against the crack of my butt, his young lips and hands
still worshipping me.
	We lay there, half dozing, for another fifteen minutes before I
finally started turning around.  Gavin let me and, when our eyes met, we
smiled at each other.  He kissed me, and I snuggled in closer to him until
his young manhood and my hairless little penis could touch each other.  He
kissed me now, lips, cheeks, eyes.  Kovz, he really loved me.  I felt so
good in his long, skinny arms, felt so loved and adored.
	That was the day I learned the real difference between love and
sex.  Sex was passion and very wonderful.  Love was deeper, spiritual.  I
had loved every boy I'd ever had sex with, but not like this, not like I
had with Gavin.  Gavin was the first boy who'd ever truly made love to me.
	We didn't talk much as we got dressed, him helping me into my
clothes, me helping him.  Before pulling my shorts all the way up, he
kissed my little penis lovingly and I did the same to his.  I felt awkward
and confused, the same way I'd felt the day I first met him.  It was like I
was a different person.  If I could do anything in the world, all I would
want to do would be to go off with Gavin and make love every moment of
every day.
	He held my hand as we walked back to Yellow.  Though the sun was
up, it was still fairly early and we arrived in the dining room with plenty
of time for breakfast.  Most of the guests from the night before were gone
now and most of the boys of Yellow were still sleeping.  We ate together
and deepened our love for each other.
	It was a bad time to fall in love.  There was so much going on
during the Festival of Kovz that we couldn't just opt out of our shared
society.  How I wished it was the mating season and the young boy and I
could just have crawled away into a bedroom for a few weeks.  We both had
duties, however, and the lifestyle in Kovzland wasn't very conducive to
monogamous relationships even in normal times.  Gavin would have sex with
other boys and so would I.  I somehow doubted, however, that either of us
would make love with very many other people again.
	We parted knowing that we couldn't just become lovers somewhere.
Not yet.  There were centuries ahead, however, and we were Kovz Boys.
There was plenty of time for both love and sex.

	After such a long night with Gavin, I wasn't in the best of
conditions to fully enjoy Day 4 of the festival.  After leaving him, I
returned to the palace with full intentions of getting cleaned up and ready
to go enjoy more of the show.  By the time I'd soaked in the tub for a half
hour, however, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was take a nap.
Naked, I collapsed on my bed and was asleep before I knew it, my dreams
filled with wonderful memories of Gavin's love-making.
	I awoke sometime after noon, a bit surprised to find another
hairless boy in bed with me.  It was Ian, my adorable little kitten.  His
young penis was sticking out in proud erection.  I could see by the boys
adorable face, however, that he was asleep, the smile on his face
suggesting that he was having a pretty nice dream.
	I got up quietly so as not to wake him.  I had gone to sleep with
my hair still wet and it had dried in absolute disarray.  I giggled at my
silly reflection in the mirror and stretched my skinny body happily.  It
was a good life and the festival was really going well as far as I was
concerned.
	I had missed many of the events of the day and they were getting to
be very sexual indeed.  The hallmark was the "Oil Game".  This was little
more than a wrestling contest sponsored by Green.  What made it interesting
was that the contestants were all naked and they wrestled in a padded room
covered with a thick coating of slimy oil.  There were only eight teams,
one from each of the Great Houses and one from the Royal Family.  There
were fourteen boys on each team and the contest was double elimination,
with each team advancing so long as it won.  The way to win, however, was
to have all members of your team have an orgasm before the other team did.
Since members of the same team were prohibited from touching each other and
since no boy could touch himself, all twenty-eight boys were trying to
climax by touching their competitors.  This meant that being extremely
quick at climaxing and being able to physically dominate the opponent were
the qualities most desired.
	It was intense stuff.  As a Guardian, I was required to compete as
part of the Royal Family's team.  I was a poor competitor.  I was too
skinny and weak to overpower the young competitors and was better at
prolonging sex than I was at climaxing quickly, particularly when compared
to the frantic pubescent boys who made up the more effective teams.  The
fact is that the entire Royal Family was poor at this and we only competed
twice, losing both times, joining Yellow as the only teams never to win.
It was a lot of fun.  We just weren't ever a real contender.
	The final contest came down to Red and Green.  Red was superior in
terms of physical prowess and ability to dominate their opponents.  Green
was superior in having quick orgasms.  Green won fairly easily.  Their
advantage was comparatively stronger than Red's was and they were the
eventual winners.  Despite all the oily, slimy bodies, I had gone through
both our contests (against Gray and Blue) without ever climaxing.  With
that fact and the fact that I watched all the incredible passion of the
other contests, I was a hormonal wreck by the time it ended.  Consequently,
I wasn't all that focused about who I made love to that night: I just
wanted to get my little cock off.
	I ended up in a delightful orgy over at Gray with about fifty other
boys.  Tempted by the eroticism of the Oil Game, we all covered our bodies
with oil and just had sex until everyone was satisfied.  That meant three
slimy orgasms for me before I fell asleep, like the others, wrapped in a
bunch of slimy, naked boys.
	We awoke the next morning at various times.  I ended up taking a
bath with Bret Garet, a shy, horny boy who let me suck him off once then
fucked my little butt to bring closure to the entire affair.  Early in the
morning on the fifth day of the Festival, I was one happy boy in a growing
community of happy boys.