The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Eight: The Littlest Angels

	I heard the shower running as I walked down the narrow hall to the
door and happily leaned my head in to see who it was.  As fate would have
it, it was Bobby.  His small, skinny body stood under a shower head and the
clear water cascaded down his bare skin.  He was the smallest boy I had
ever really seen naked and I found myself immediately infatuated with him.
With his clothes on, Bobby was an adorable little boy with blond hair, blue
eyes, and a shy smile.  Naked, he looked like something out of a dream, an
ideal, perfect vision of young boyhood.  I may have just had an orgasm with
Dean, but Bobby's naked little body was so different from any I had ever
seen in such vulnerability, so beautifully small and boyish, that my own
young body instantly responded.
	He was washing his hair as I stood gazing at him, his thin arms
raised high as he rinsed the soap from his hair and face.  The little pits
of the boy's underarms were as smooth and hairless as one might well
imagine, pale and soft looking.  His nipples were as tiny as dimes, erect
in the cool shower, sitting on the smallest mounds of boy muscle I had ever
seen.  His little chest wasn't flat by any means, but the mounds were very
little and very soft looking.  Beneath them I could see his slender rib
cage poking out against his boyish skin, the water running over them making
the flesh look even smoother, over his small abdomen and the little hole of
his baby-like belly button.  As usual, it was the small penis between his
legs that really tugged at my heart.
	Bobby's penis looked as hairless, and fresh and clean as any
nine-year-old boy's ought to.  Surprisingly, it wasn't a lot smaller than
mine: a three inch penis looks awfully pretty on a boy who is only four
feet tall.  His testicles were small, pale pink and, of course, completely
hairless.  His little penis lay on them innocently, slender and clean, the
small circumcised head forming a cute, light purple knob at the end that
looked so pretty I felt an odd longing to flick the tip of my tongue
against its little slit.  All around his penis and down his skinny thighs
and legs was nothing but smooth, pale skin.
	I gazed with aching love at the naked, skinny little body of the
small boy and knew I couldn't keep myself from him.  I was bewitched by his
youth and innocence, the exquisite perfection of his hairless body, the
hardness of his little rib cage poking out at his soft, unblemished skin.
The adorable little angel turned and smiled up at me as I approached him,
nothing more than a bashful blush at the throbbing penis between my legs.
	"Hello," his childlike voice said to me as I leaned against the
tiles of the shower wall and smiled down at his naked body.
	"Hi," I said.  "Did you go swimming?"
	The child nodded and again his bright blue eyes blushed down at my
hairless erection with boyish curiosity.  "Your wiener looks funny," he
giggled.  I looked down at it, the stiff, pale shaft glowing a pretty pink,
the small head shining a bright purple that begged for attention.  It
wanted Bobby and I knew it.  The sweet, nine year old virgin had no idea
how badly my penis wanted him.
	I just shrugged and smiled down at it, feeling embarrassed to be so
excited in front of the innocent child's eyes.  "I'll wash you," I
volunteered, not waiting for the boy to answer as I scooped up the soap
from the tray and started lathering my hands.  Bobby just smiled and
blushed, his skinny body still standing beneath the spray.
	"Here," I said, gently guiding his skinny little shoulders back out
of the shower's path.  I felt my breath panting as I knelt down and allowed
my soap-slimy hands to lay against the boy's little chest.  He felt
marvelous.  I could feel how small and hard his little body was and could
feel the life beating in him, young and vibrant.  Slowly my hands slid over
the little mounds of his chest and gently caressed his little nipples, the
pretty things so small they didn't need to be erect to look childlike.
Bobby giggled boyishly as I slipped my fingers into his armpits and gently
petted the smooth flesh I found there.  His arms hung down at his sides
putting gentle pressure against my hands, feeling wonderful as I slid them
down his baby soft sides and felt the gentleness of his skinny chest taper
ever so slightly to an even thinner abdomen.  The firm ridges of his
child-sized ribs passed under my palms and I felt how hard and little they
were.  I smiled at his angelic face as my palms slid across his skinny
abdomen, gently rubbed soap across his tummy and little belly button.  He
was so innocent his stomach didn't even twitch with nervousness though my
hands were now only inches from his hairless boyhood.
	I ran my hands slowly up and down his body, delighting in his small
innocence, the soft smoothness of his boyish skin, then slowly rubbing down
his skinny arms, little more than skin and bones, without obvious muscle
and not even silver boy hairs marring their softness.  His cute face looked
happy and, though his little cheeks were flushed, he didn't seem in the
slightest bit concerned that I was feeling his naked body.
	"Now, turn around," I said, soaping my hands as I saw his skinny
shoulders turned to me, his butt looking small and cute above his thin,
pale legs.  I started at his shoulders which were so small I could easily
hold them in my hands, then slowly felt across the sharp little ridges of
his shoulder blades with no muscle to get in the way of his young bones.  I
felt him shiver and giggle as I felt down the small bumps of his vertebrae
then held his skinny body between my hands and rubbed soap all up and down
his soft back, my fingers again sliding beneath his arms to pet his
hairless little armpits.  I was so in love with his little body that I
sighed and pressed my cheek against his skinny back, allowed my hands to
slide around to his little chest and feel it.
	"You're so cute, Bobby," I cooed without meaning to.  My hands slid
slowly over his hard little rib cage again and the boy giggled as my
fingers inevitably tickled his sensitive skin.  I felt him tense in my arms
as my hands moved between his legs and he let out a startled gasp as my
fingers came in contact with his smooth, bald little penis.  I closed my
eyes as I felt it, imaging how pretty the little thing was as I held it
between my thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down, felt how
small and rubbery it was.  My other hand found the child's testicles and I
caressed them as he giggled nervously, uncertain what I was doing to him
but too polite a boy to stop me.
	I fondled the little penis in the soap like this for several
minutes but Bobby didn't get an erection.  He also didn't ask me to stop
and I let my thumb slide down until it was petting the soft, little head of
his penis.  His small body grew even more tense at this and I could feel
his soft abdomen ripple with firm young boy muscle.  "It's all right,
Bobby," I cooed to the child as my thumb rhythmically rubbed his little
penis head.  I could feel his penis starting to stiffen now, felt his
boyish heart awkwardly pumping blood into the sensitive innocence of his
childish penis.  It took almost a minute, but I had soon managed to caress
the little thing into a full blown erection and I could feel his skinny
little penis shaft pulsing boyishly between my fingers.
	I laid my palm down across the child's first erection and felt how
hard and little it felt, how smooth and hairless it was between his soft
legs.  "How'd you do that?" his girl-like voice asked, sounding nervous and
a little frightened.  It was so high-pitched and yet so smooth and unbroken
that I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
	"It's just an erection," I said, gently turning his skinny little
body around, careful not to let my hand slip from the innocent beauty of
his little penis.  Being able to see my own hairless erection seemed to
comfort the child and he grinned boyishly at me and I let him see his
throbbing little cock.  "It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.
	"Uh-huh," he nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking at his penis with
innocent curiosity.
	"Rinse off," I said, holding his skinny shoulders as he stepped
beneath the shower again and the water caressed the soap from his pretty
skin.  When it was all off, I giggled and pressed his little body against
the shower wall, allowing my stiff penis to rub against his soft little
butt.  It felt wonderful, but I quickly let him go before I scared him and
ran back to the locker room.  Bobby automatically turned the shower off and
was soon running after me giggling, his stiff penis sticking straight out
between his legs like a little flagpole.  It looked so cute above his
little bouncing testicles and the soft pink skin between his legs.
	He cornered me against the bench and pushed me back against it, his
small, skinny body pushing to sit on top of me.  Not wanting to make him
work too hard, I took hold of his little body beneath his hairless armpits
and helped lift him up on my lap, seeing his cute face contorted in giggles
and mock toughness.  His smooth, skinny thigh was pressing against my stiff
penis and making it hurt but I didn't move him: his own little erection was
pushed against my belly and his soft little chest was only inches from
mine.  I held to his rib cage and felt the pleasures of his squirming
little body on top of me before finally pulling him in close to my chest,
his tiny nipples finally coming to rest against the small mounds of my
little muscles.
	It was heaven and Bobby seemed to enjoy it too because he lapsed
into giggles and I soon felt him instinctively rubbing his penis against my
abdomen.  I looked into his adorable eyes and he looked momentarily afraid
that I was going to get mad at him- nonetheless, he kept humping his little
penis against me, rhythmically causing it to slide up and down my skin.
"Do you like that, Bobby?" I asked, holding to his small back as he
swallowed uncomfortably at me.  He was apparently too embarrassed to look
me in the eye for he looked away, first down between our chests in an
effort to see his penis, then over his back as if it were down there, then
back down our chests again.  All the while, he kept humping gently against
me, his instincts guiding his hips to move his penis up and down, in and
out.
	"It feels good," he said after another moment of this.
	"I know it does," I said, still holding his naked little body and
allowing him to hump to his heart's content.  I allowed my hands to feel
over his soft sides again, gently rubbed over his little armpits and small
chest while he kept humping.  I don't know if it was the gentle rhythmic
movements of his body or simply the excitement of seeing his smooth,
hairless nudity that set me off, but I soon felt myself growing dizzy with
pleasure and I started jerking in boyish orgasm in seconds, my mind aware
of nothing but the softness of Bobby and the beauty of his little
prepubescent body.
	If he noticed my orgasm, the child said nothing, just kept humping
me as if nothing had happened.  He didn't even seem to be getting more
excited himself, just enjoyed the pleasurable caresses against his penis.
	"Bobby," I managed to pant at length.  "Let's try something else."
The nervous, embarrassed boy stood up as I held to his hairless armpits and
lifted him to his feet, his little boy dick sticking out straight and
pulsing with erection, looking a raw pink color now from its friction with
my body.  Standing, I turned the hesitant boy around and sat him down on
the bench, his adorable face looking even cuter as his baby blue eyes
looked up at me uncertainly.  I gently pressed his skinny shoulders back on
the bench and he was soon laying down on it with his thin legs dangling
over the end.  His body looked small and pink, all of it the same pale
color, all hairless and soft and smooth.  Laying down made his ribs poke
even more visibly through his skin which only made him look cuter to my
adoring eyes.  I looked down at the pulsing little penis with adoring love.
It was so small and yet looked perfectly sized for his hairless little
body.  The head was now a stiff knob on the end of his skinny white shaft
and it shined a bright purple in the light.
	Smiling lovingly at him, I crawled down between his knees and
slowly moved my face toward his hairless pink scrotum.  His little
testicles hung obediently in their sack of boy flesh and my fingers fondled
them tenderly, loving them long before they would begin producing the sweet
sperm the boy would one day have.  I let my arms hang over his smooth
thighs as I moved my lips toward his penis.  Without holding the little
erection, I pressed my lips against the swollen little head and kissed it
back against his hairless belly.  This obviously terrified the little boy
and he started to sit up, but I held my lips against his cock and he soon
gave up, his little chest starting to swell for air now as fear and
pleasure confused his innocent mind.  Eager to taste his clean young penis,
I slid my tongue out and licked it, feeling its hard warmth and the gentle
beating of his boyish heartbeat in the skinny erection.
	"Kely," the boy protested quietly, obviously frightened to be
licked down there and uncertain what to do about it.  I didn't give him
time to think about it for I slowly slipped my lips over the little head
and felt his stiff boyhood slide into my warm, slimy mouth.  I heard him
gasp at this and he started to sit up again, but I held his skinny thighs
in place and he lay back down hopelessly.
	"What are you doing to it?" his high pitched voice whined.  I
didn't answer him as my lips slid up and down on his little penis, sucking
gently on it and urging it to free the child of his innocence and open him
to the pleasures of puberty.  "Kely, it feels funny," the boy said, half
gasping, half crying.  I wanted to comfort him and I was going to as soon
as he had felt his first orgasm, as soon as he knew the pleasure of his
penis.  Frantically my blond head bobbed up and down on his penis, feeling
it slide in and out my lips, the smooth, slender shaft, followed by the
little swollen head.  It tasted so good on my tongue, felt so sweet and
boyish.  It was nice to be between his legs, to be sucking on his hairless
penis and knowing that a childish orgasm was eager to jump out of that
little cocklet.
	"Kely, you're doing something to it," he cried out fearfully, so
afraid of losing his penis's innocence.  I ignored him and sucked on it
faster and harder.  The little thing seemed to be alive with the beating of
his heart, pulsing rhythmically and incessantly.
	"Kely!" he cried out.  His body sat up part way as orgasm flooded
into him.  He was too young for a terribly powerful orgasm, but it was
strong enough to make his body buck up and down, uncertain how to control
the passion in between his little legs. He sat there bucking, his girlish
voice grunting softly in terror and delight.  I could feel him flexing his
penis in a useless effort to ejaculate, but the sweet thing was far too
young for sperm and could do nothing more than give the boy pleasure.
"What are you doing?" he still cried as orgasm dominated him.
	Finally his naked, skinny body started to relax and he fell back on
the bench gasping frantically and crying.  His ribs bulged with every
breath of air and he was so exhausted by the effort of his body that his
skinny arms dangled over the sides of the bench revealing the pale,
hairless skin on his armpits.  I could feel his penis rapidly losing its
stiffness and growing little again but I kept sucking on it until it was
completely limp.  Very gently I slid it out of my lips and licked up the
excess saliva, the child recovering enough to stare down at his penis to
make certain it was all right.
	"What did you do?" he managed to say, still half crying and unable
to sit up.
	"You had an orgasm," I smiled to him, crawling around his legs and
sitting on my knees beside his little chest.  Tenderly, I lay an arm on his
belly and lovingly rubbed his little chest to comfort him.  "It's okay,
Bobby," I smiled, leaning forward to kiss one of his little nipples.  "All
boys have them.  They feel good."
	Bobby's eyes lost their fear immediately and again looked down at
his slimy, red penis.  Slowly his fingers moved between his legs and gently
prodded the limp, hairless little thing causing it to roll slightly on his
smooth belly.  His thin lips hung open and he continued to fondle it for a
long time.  He was obviously too embarrassed to speak, but he didn't seem
afraid anymore and I stood up beside him.
	"Come on," I smiled, pulling on one of his arms and helping him to
his feet.  He continued to stare at his penis as it swung around to lay
pillowed on his small hairless testicles.  "Do you want to go swimming with
me?" I asked him.
	He glanced up at me then looked back down at his penis and shook
his head.  He didn't look frightened, just uncertain and confused.  An
afternoon to think about it would be good for him.  "Okay.  I'll see you at
dinner." I left him standing there, naked and deflowered.  For the rest of
his life the little boy would remember his first orgasm and the pleasure he
was introduced to in the boys' locker room.
	Dean and the other little virgins were in the swimming pool and all
nine of them wore baby blue swimsuits, most in the baggy kind that hid
their penis bulges, but a couple of the smaller boys in the tight panties
popular in Kovzland.  Prince Craig, Prince Kelly and Prince Robby were also
there and they all wore the bikini swimsuits: the only one who was allowed
to be naked in front of the children was me unless I said they could do
otherwise, so the princes were all behaving themselves.  They were sitting
at the pool side table watching the virgins playing their water games and
waved me over when I came out.  I could feel the eyes of the shy boys in
the pool glancing at my naked body as I went over to sit with my friends.
	I took my own glance at them and saw Dean standing in the water at
the shallow end.  He had a small ball in his hands, but he just stood there
holding it as he stared at my naked little penis.  I could see his bare
chest clearly now, small and slender, but looking very hard with young
muscle.  His body was by no means muscular and his shoulders were still
thin and not broadened like a young man's, but his chest swelled out
beneath two small, dark brown nipples, and the skin looked extremely smooth
and hard.  He was such a cute boy.  He had also been the one that Erin had
been watching most intently during his visit and I realized I should do
something to let the King know that the boy was available.
	Dean was pretty willing to have sex now and perhaps it would be
best to have tender, experienced Erin seduce one of the shyer, more nervous
boys.  I would have to think about that.  If Erin wanted a specific boy, I
would have to indulge him, not because he was my king but because he was
one of my oldest friends in my life before our return to Kovzland and I
wanted to make him happy.
	"Kely, let me have Brian tonight," Craig asked immediately, pushing
out a chair so I could sit down next to him, which I did.  Craig was still
as adorable as he had been earlier in the week and it was obvious that he
fully accepted his sexuality and was eager to share it with other boys.
His pubescent hormones seemed incongruous with his soft, pretty face.
	"You can have him next week if Red picks him in the Draft," I
smiled boyishly at him.
	"Oh, come on," he giggled.  "You can't teach all the boys.  You
won't be able to walk.  Let me have Brian and Bobby."
	I blushed.  "Bobby's already been taken care of..."
	"You mean you..." Craig said sitting up.
	I shrugged.
	"Gee, Kely," Robby said.  "He was only a little boy."
	"I like little boys," I shrugged bashfully.
	"So do I," Craig grinned, reaching over and squeezing my penis
until I giggled.  "Seriously, though, Kelvin," he said with a solemn
expression on his face that looked cute on his sweet face.  "You should let
each of the princes play with one of the boys."
	"I might let Robby and Kelly have one," I teased. "But you'd
probably ruin a boy forever."
	"Kely," a high pitched voice said behind me.  I turned to find
Brian standing there, blushing and looking down at a face mask he held in
his hands.
	"Yeah?" I asked.
	"Well, we were wondering what we were supposed to do after
swimming."
	I was momentarily confused by this until I realized that the boys
thought I was setting their schedule for them.  "Hi," Craig said to the
bashful boy before I could respond.
	"Hello, Your Highness," the boy said, blushing even brighter.
	"Red House is putting on a show tonight if you want to come watch
it with me," the prince continued.
	"Craig..." I cautioned.  "You can do whatever you want to,
Brian. You don't have to ask my permission."
	"So it's okay if he goes to the show with me?" Craig said.
	"If he wants to, Your Highness."
	"Do you want to, Brian?" he asked the nervous boy.
	"Yeah, I guess so..." Troy replied. He was looking down and I
realized he was staring at my naked, hairless penis. A big erection was
obvious in his swim trunks.  I let him look.
	"Tell the other boys they can do whatever they want to, Brian," I
told him at length, and he turned away blushing and went back to the pool.
"If you make him do anything, Craig..." I turned to the Prince.
	"I won't.  He's going to like the show though." He grinned and
watched the boy jump into the water.
	"Well, who do you guys want," I asked the younger princes.
	Kelly just blushed and turned away, but Robby was shrugging his
shoulders.  "Who, Robby?" I smiled.
	"Tracey, I guess," the boy blushed.  He said it as if he didn't
really care but it was pretty obvious he was interested in the little blond
pubescent.
	"Okay, Tracey's yours."
	He got a cute little smile on his face then stood up.  "I guess
I'll go swimming now," he said, and I smiled following his soft, slender
back to the pool.
	"You're not going to regret this, Kely," Craig grinned, his small
chest bulging with hard muscle as he pushed himself to his feet and
followed Robby toward the water.
	"There's one boy you could really help with, Kelly," I told my
young friend, when the other boys were gone.
	"Who?" his high pitched voice asked.
	"Bobby.  He's only nine years old and he shouldn't even be in the
Draft.  I think he was pretty confused a little while ago and you could
help him."
	He smiled that cute, happy smile of his.  "Okay."
	The cat was out of the bag now and I knew that I was soon going to
have to give the young boys to all the princes and maybe a president or
guardian too.  I wasn't certain that this was a good idea, but it did take
away my trouble in educating a bunch of innocent children.  It was fun
sometimes, but I could always go to Baby Blue if I wanted a virgin.  In a
sense, it made things easier for me.  In another, it made them tougher,
because I was now going to have to scurry about and keep tabs on all the
boys until I was certain they were properly introduced to sex and that none
of them were abused.  Not an easy thing to do with eleven innocent boys and
eight horny princes.
	By the time I finally got up to go swimming, all of the princes and
King Erin were in the pool with the virgin boys and all of them obeyed the
rules and kept their swimsuits on.  I noticed that they were all buddying
up with the boy they had been assigned and that was nice.  At one point,
Robby came over and informed me that he didn't think he could get Tracey
unless his friend Lee went along with it because the two boys were
inseparable, and I shrugged my shoulders and told him he could have both if
he could get them.  Even Ryan down for a swim.  He still had Robert in tow
and both boys were being friendly to the virgins
	As we swam, Kelly excused himself and went in search of Bobby.

	Kelly finally found little Bobby in the child's bedroom.  "Hi," the
young prince said, bursting through the open door without waiting for an
invitation. He was wearing just his swimsuit, his small chest exposed.
Bobby had crawled into his white gym shorts and a white mesh tank top.  "My
name's Kelly," the prince said, sitting down on the bed beside the nervous
child.
	Bobby didn't say anything.
	"What's wrong?" Kelly asked.
	The child shrugged his shoulders after a moment and Kelly slowly
put his arm around them.  This didn't seem to trouble Bobby: little boys
are used to other boys touching them.  "You want to go bike riding?" Kelly
asked after a moment.
	"I don't have a bike," Bobby shrugged, though his eyes lit up with
interest.
	"There's a bunch of them down by the traits.  Haven't you ever been
there?"
	Bobby shook his head.
	"Well, come on then.  "
	Like the Labar school, Kovzland had bike trails for boys to ride on
and the two little boys both got bikes and enjoyed the steep hills and
ramps for more than an hour.  Kelly was much better than the smaller boy,
but he was sure to stay slow and not jump any big ramps or anything so the
little boy didn't get hurt.  By the time they stopped for a rest, they had
become good friends.
	They stopped in the woods near the river, several feet off the
trail near a soft, grassy area, leaving the bikes laying on the ground and
sitting beside each other near the water.  They talked about normal boyish
things for a long while before Kelly finally got up the nerve to put his
arm around the boy's thin shoulders again.  The skin on his shoulder felt
soft and smooth and Kelly caressed it gently.  This seemed to kill the
conversation because Bobby became very quiet.
	After a few minutes, Kelly lay back on the grass and lay his hands
up over his head, the nine year old boy turning and looking down his bare
skinny chest and hairless belly.  There was a cool breeze in the shade and
Kelly's nipples were erect in tiny little spots on his boyish chest.  Bobby
finally lay back down beside him and they stared up into the trees.  For
more than ten minutes they lay like this not speaking, just enjoying the
day, then Kelly stood up and calmly pushed his swimsuit down his legs, his
small, hairless penis dangling on his pink testicles.
	"What are you doing?" Bobby asked, not fearfully, but curiously.
	"I don't like wearing clothes all the time," Kelly answered,
blushing despite himself as he lay back down.
	"Won't we get in trouble?" Bobby asked.
	"No," Kelly said, interlacing his fingers behind his head.  "It
doesn't matter."
	Bobby seemed to think about this, then sat up and pulled his tank
top up his skinny body.  He dropped it aside, then, after a moment's
hesitation, squirmed his shorts down his legs and lay back down beside
Kelly, both of them naked and hairless in the cool summer's day.
	"Do you play with your penis?" Bobby asked in a frightened little
voice.
	"Yeah," Kelly smiled.  "It feels good."
	Bobby was silent for a moment then said, "With other boys?"
	Kelly was blushing, but he nodded.  He sat up with a start when he
felt Bobby's small fingers fondling the hairless boyhood between his legs
and when he looked over he found the nine year old boy blushing and
grinning, still holding Kelly's penis.  Kelly just grinned back and sat up
on his elbows, watching as the shy little boy's fingers felt around the
soft, warm flesh between his legs.  Kelly was blushing too, but he sat up
and faced Bobby, reaching out and caressing the other boy's penis and
little testicles.  Soon they were both giggling, sitting on their small
bottoms and fondling each other.
	"I like it," Bobby blushed, his tender fingers tugging on Kelly's
limp penis.  Neither of the little boys got erections as they played with
each other the in the silent calm near the river.  They explored and
caressed each other's bodies and discovered the gentle pleasures of boy
love without getting excited, just enjoying having their penises fondled
and stroked.  They wrestled in the nude for a long time, Kelly holding back
and letting the smaller boy overpower him sometimes, their skinny bodies
and smooth skins rubbing together, small penises flopping about on their
thighs and bellies as they played.  It was already getting dark before they
finally remounted their bicycles and rode home, both still naked, both
giggling as their penises bounced against the bike seats.
	When they returned to the palace, they came into the dining room
where we had already started eating.  Some of Bobby's bashfulness returned
when all the boys stared at his small, naked body, but Kelly was there with
him just as naked and they took their seats side by side and it was okay.
In fact, they both giggled and joked so much through dinner together that
it would have seemed odd not to have two naked little boys at the table
with us.  Needless to say, the virgins were all astonished by this flagrant
display of hairless boyhoods, but they said nothing, just stole glances at
the small boy chests and adjusted stiff penises in their pants.  To the
extent that it was possible, prepubescent little Bobby, whether he was
going to be a lamb or a Satyr, was one of us now.  With Dean safely in the
fold, that meant that it was two down and nine to go.

	I had expected that it would be a quiet evening.  The boys had just
arrived and, though I'd already seduced Bobby and Dean, I really was
planning to give the boys a little while to get comfortable in the palace,
one night at least.  After dinner, however, as the royal family and
Guardians took a chance to get to know our young charges, one of the boys
seemed to take an instant and intense interest in me.  In actuality, I'm
sure it was really nothing more than the normal efforts of a boy to get to
know another boy.  I knew enough about boys, however, to know that such
"normal" efforts conceal the earliest attractions and affections of young
manhood.
	The boy came over to me after blushing and bashfully accepting his
introductions to the Royal Family.  He was adorable (is there a twelve year
old boy who isn't?), with medium length, light brown hair and brilliant,
baby blue eyes.  I know I use the expression of baby blue eyes to excess,
but this boy's were a very light shade of blue and very sparkly.  Add to
that the fact that the blue pupils looked as large as saucers and made the
black of the irises and the long black lashes even more pronounced
and... well, this boy had BABY blue eyes, no fooling.  He still had the
decidedly boyish skin of childhood with a round, cheeky face and a small,
boyish nose.  His face was not near so smooth looking as it was perfectly
soft with the uniform, pale tan color across his cheeks marred only by the
brightness of his eyes and the soft red of his lips.  He didn't look at all
feminine, just boyish, but Kovz how many women would have killed for those
eyelashes, lips and baby soft skin.  He was wearing blue jeans and a baggy
blue pullover shirt.  Neither his hands nor feet betrayed any abnormally
rapid growth (a sure sign of early puberty), but his body seemed much
firmer and better toned than his soft face would have suggested.  Most
noticeable of all was that there was a surprisingly large bulge between his
legs, enough to make me start fantasizing about the penis that lay beneath.
	He smiled and blushed at me as he came over and stood beside me,
not speaking for awhile.  Even though I was still pretty young myself, I
could feel an exciting electricity between our bodies and could practically
feel waves of puppy love emanating from him.  I found myself glancing over
to see his blushing young face and felt my heart starting to beat faster.
My little boyhood quickly rose to attention in my shorts as if it realized
before I did that I was thinking about giving it pleasure again.  Kovz, the
little thing was a eager.
	"My name's, Troy," the boy suddenly said beside me.  He had a very
cute voice, high pitched and boyish, but very smooth, just the way a boy
sounds before he enters puberty and the lovely soprano is lost forever.
"What's yours?"
	"I know," my childish voice squeaked excitedly.  My face flushed
crimson immediately.  "I mean, we met earlier.  My name's Kelvin, I'm, uh,
I'm a Guardian."
	"What do Guardians do?" he asked.
	An image of me taking the boy, who was a little taller than me, and
giving him a huge kiss on the lips flashed before my eyes and I swallowed
nervously.  I shrugged, as much to cover my reaction as anything.  "Just
stuff," I said, assuming the boy didn't want to hear about how we went
around kissing boys like him, not to mention what we did to young penises.
	I looked over at him to find his beautiful blue eyes smiling at me,
his baby soft cheeks rosy with blush or innocence.  Like Prince Craig, the
pretty boy had little dimples in his cheeks and they grew more pronounced
as his smile tightened and he looked down briefly, only to follow that with
a bashful look up through his long black lashes.  Kovz, what a sweetheart.
Dean and Bobby may have attracted more immediate reaction upon meeting, but
when little Troy turned on his boyish charm he was extremely captivating.
Could he be thinking about me the way I was thinking about him?  I stole a
glance at his jeans.  The bulge, though beautifully round and attractive,
didn't look any bigger than it had before.  Perhaps the little guy had an
erection all the while...
	"Do you like the palace?" I asked, not wanting to end our
conversation.
	He shrugged and tipped his beautiful head to the side
non-committally.  The movement made his thick mop of light brown hair move
easily from side to side and made his bangs fall down into his pretty eyes.
The bangs must have bothered him for he jerked his head to the side and
made the hair sail backward, his adorable boy face returning with another
dimpled blush and endearing smile through long lashes.
	"What's wrong with it?" I asked, longing for the boy to be happy
here, anywhere he might go.
	He just shrugged again and his soft cheeks got redder.
	I looked at him for a long while until I started to worry that he
would think I was strange for staring so long.  Kovz, my penis sure did
like him.  "Do you like the other boys?" I asked.
	"They're okay," his sweet voice replied softly.  "But I don't know
them."
	"You don't have any friends here, do you?" I asked, remembering a
time when I was alone in a strange place with no friends.
	He didn't answer this but the way he blushed and the way his pretty
smile faltered for a moment, I knew it was true.  Seeing my opening now, I
smiled and stood up a little taller.  "I'll be your friend then," I
declared boyishly.
	The look of delight on his face was easy to see for a moment, but
he quickly covered it with a brighter blush.  He was a real cherub,
reminding me more of Prince Craig with every passing moment.
	"Come on," I said, my small hand giving the boy's shoulder an
affectionate push as I started toward the doors to the garden.
	"Where you going, Kely?" Calvin asked.  Even before I glanced back,
I could feel the knowing smile on his face.
	"We're going to go play," my childish voice declared simply,
causing Troy to giggle as he followed me outside.
	The sun was just going down over the mountains on the far side of
the lake, meaning that we had a good hour of daylight left.  More than
enough time to seduce an adoring boy like Troy.
	Well, maybe not...
	It wasn't fifteen minutes later that my new friend's bashful but
curious questions made me realize that, not only was he a virgin, but he
had never even heard about things like sex.  Most of our boys had come off
the streets of the largest cities around and most of them had, if not
actually engaged in some pretty intense sex with either boys or girls, had
certainly heard enough of the rumors.  I had assumed that a boy as
beautiful as Troy would have been seduced at a very young age.
	Once he'd gotten used to the naked statues of boys that appeared
all throughout the maze of the garden, I managed to distract him enough to
learn that he had grown up in a small village near Secundas, about as far
west as a person could get on this continent without disappearing in the
ocean.  Secundas was one of the younger kingdoms and was still very much
subject to civil wars and brigandry.  It was one of these, probably the
latter, that had spirited the pretty boy away, presumably after the murder
of his parents and siblings, though he didn't want to talk much about that.
Over several weeks, he had been transported to Labar where he was sold as a
slave boy, a big market even in a relatively advanced kingdom like Labar.
It seemed like everybody who had boys wanted to get rid of them and
everybody who didn't have them wanted them.  Even a common boy, if healthy,
could fetch a good price.  A boy as good looking as Troy was sure to
attract a good price from the Army -- if not in Labar, then in Raykov or
Tarsec.  As it was, however, an extremely large amount was bid for him by
none other than David, my brother Guardian.
	Afraid and uncertain about what would happen next, the young boy,
who by his own admission was only twelve, was whisked off to a miniature
palace hidden in a townhouse (the Labar Keep, I knew) and just as quickly
herded in with a large group of boys taking yet another journey. For him,
everything had been a strange blur since leaving his home and now he found
himself in the palace with no friend or family anywhere. I was a bit
surprised that some boy hadn't gone to some lengths to befriend him because
he was terribly cute.  After talking with him for a while, however, it was
also clear that he was pretty shy.
	It was getting darker before we finally found ourselves in one of
the garden's many clearings and it was one of extraordinary beauty.  It was
round and covered with thick, healthy grass.  In the middle was one of the
garden's many fountains and, like most of the fountains in the garden,
there was an orange fire strategically glowing from two fronds near the
middle.  The fountain itself consisted of a boy of about thirteen.  He had
a slender but muscular young body and his five inch penis was sticking out
excitedly between his legs, a little bush of sparse pubic hairs at the
base.  The boy, as beautiful as young Troy, was holding to his erection and
the look on his cute face was one of extreme ecstasy.  Water, glistening
with the orange firelight, sprayed up in torrents all around the statue but
also squirt from the maturing penis head with rhythmic consistency.  Troy,
having grown somewhat immune to the strange behavior demonstrated by the
statues, didn't seem as entranced by it as I was and I had to tear my eyes
away to give more attention to the boy.
	"Troy," I suddenly said, my boyhood starting to throb again with
the expectant promise of the statue.  "Have you ever played with yourself
before?" It was a pretty forthright question and I was horribly embarrassed
to ask it.  As they say, however, my little head was doing the thinking for
my big head and ask it I did.
	Troy's beautiful face was filled with confusion.  In the soft
orange light of the fires and the deepening blue of twilight, he was like a
god standing before me.  Not a god of war or even of love, however, but a
god of innocence.  Kovz!  I thought my tight jeans would burst open with my
little erection.  "What do you mean?" the boy asked, tipping his head in
that way that made him have to swing his bangs back out of his eyes again.
	"You know..." I said, so embarrasses I couldn't look at him even
though I yearned to.  "Jerk off.  Masturbate.  You know, bop your baloney."
This last sounded so ridiculous that I started giggling, clearly just
succeeding in causing young Troy more confusion.
	"Is it a game?" he asked, smiling uncertainly to see me giggling.
	His innocent question made me laugh out loud, though it was more
from embarrassment than from entertainment.  "Yeah," I giggled.  "See that
boy there?" I asked, putting an arm around him and pointing him toward the
statue in the fountain.  Kovz, his body felt nice.  Even through his shirt,
I could tell how smooth and soft his skin was.  "That boy's playing with
himself."
	To my surprise, he giggled with me.  For a brief moment, I thought
he might know what I was getting at but then he said, "He looks silly." I
didn't giggle as much as he did by his answer.  His body felt warm and nice
against my arm.
	"Troy, will you take your clothes off if I take mine off" I asked.
	In the orange glow of the fire, I couldn't tell if he was blushing
or not but his face didn't look troubled by it.  I wondered if Secundas was
one of those places where boys our age go around naked all the time.
"Why?" he asked with a shrug.
	"I don't know," I sighed.  "Look, let's take our clothes off,
okay?"
	I sat down on the marble bench and started pulling my shoes off.
"It's getting dark.  Shouldn't we be getting back to the palace?" he asked.
	Shit!  Kovz, my little boner was pulsing to the point of bursting.
Still... it would be nice to see the boy in the full light and not in this
ghastly glow, and it would be a lot more comfortable snuggling with him in
a bed rather than... "Okay," I nodded.  "But can we take our clothes off
when we get there?"
	He shrugged again, apparently confused by my eagerness to get naked
with him.  "I guess," he said, without much interest.  "If you want to."
	The walk back to the palace felt like the longest in my life, but
if Troy had any worry about my pubescent behavior in the clearing he gave
no sign.  Instead, he kept on a bantering monologue about how he had done
this or seen that on his travels.  I scarcely showed any reaction to any of
these, even though some of his claims were pretty unlikely (I mean, I just
couldn't picture young Troy killing a mosquito, much less a dragon and
three brigands).  All I could think about was getting the boy naked and in
the sack with me, that and worrying that someone or something at the palace
would distract him away from me.
	When we finally got back, I steered the boy rather easily through
the Hall of Boys.  Despite all those life-like statues and the graphic
scenes they presented, however, Troy seemed far more interested in his
stories than he did in boy sex.  In fact, he insisted I go by his room to
see it.  I was eager to get him to my room, but his would do just as well;
that is... until, he opened the door and I remembered he had a roommate.
We put them together like this on purpose with the hopes that one of the
boys would take the initiative to approach the other.  It seldom happened,
but it was always a great burden if the participant was a virgin and hadn't
been through the Rite of Passage before the Draft.
	His roommate was Daniel Wyer, a very cute, blond-haired, thirteen
year old . When we entered, he was laying on the lower bunk in blue jeans
and a white T-shirt.  Although not much taller than Troy and I, all his
added height was in his legs, giving him the gangly, pubescent look that I
adored so much.  He was also both skinny and boyishly muscular at the same
time, an attribute I also liked a lot.  Finally, his voice was taking on
the ragged edge of one that was right on the verge of changing.  Attracted
as much by his hormones as by anything, I allowed myself to be pulled into
the room.  I started wondering if I could seduce both the boys at the same
time and my little boyhood pulsed excitedly in approval.  He was reading a
comic book, his big feet laying flat against the bed, his knees spread
apart and showing a nice sized bulge.
	(Yeah, we even had comic books in Kovzland - all-boy, of course.
Most were totally X-rated since all of the artists were Kovz Boys, but some
were mildly tame, focusing on the platonic friendships and non-sexual love
affairs between boys.  It was a great introduction for the younger boys who
got to read first about what good friends other boys could be, progressing
to how much love boys could feel for each other, eventually getting to boys
kissing each other and boys doing "heavy petting" before finally exploding
into full blown boy sex.  They were really miraculous works of art, far
more detailed than cartoonish.  Kovz Boys seemed to have an incredible
knack for art in all its forms and the boys who drew the comic books were
particularly dedicated.  More than one boy grew up masturbating to the
exciting pictures and idyllic love affairs, a habit that could sometimes be
difficult to break them of later on.  Since we exported them in fairly
large numbers, I expect that a lot more boys in Labar and Raykov were
masturbating to our comic books than to the catalogs of women's clothing
that circulated.
	(There was a broad range of topics surprisingly enough, though in
the earlier days there weren't quite so many.  A lot of them did focus on
life in Kovz City and Zanvera Island, but there were stories about other
lands as well, some of rather bland cities with boy friends going through
their normal puppy loves, others of fantasy worlds of dragons where
muscular young kids defeated the monster together and made wild love to
each other afterward.  They were really cool.  Unfortunately, my artistic
talents were always literary and still are -- otherwise I'd have done this
whole thing in Kovz Boy comic book style.  Kovz, it would have been nice to
draw the boys I can see now only in dreams.)
	Daniel put the comic book aside to chat with us a little.  He was a
very pleasant boy, calm and relaxed and clearly rather affectionate.  Apart
from a brief introduction, however, Troy was more than willing to leave and
go to my room.  Not now, my boyhood seemed to say.  The little thing wanted
both of them.
	"We could all play a game here..." I offered hesitantly and
uncertainly.
	"Like what?" Daniel asked.
	"Yeah, like what?" Troy echoed.
	I felt pretty embarrassed to get pinned down like this and squirmed
a little where I stood, my cheeks and neck feeling hot.  "Well... we could
wrestle..."
	Daniel smiled at me then turned back to his comic book.  "I'd kick
your ass," he said.
	"Yeah," Troy giggled.  "We'd kick your ass." He blushed brightly at
this, like a sweet boy who thinks he's just said a cuss word.
	"But..." I said, in a boyishly seductive voice that sounded more
conspiratorial than sexual.  "I bet you and me could kick Daniel's ass."
	"Come on, leave me alone," Daniel sighed from behind his comic
book.  "I'm reading." He acted like he was much older than his thirteen
years, like a mature teenager being nagged by a couple of little boys,
which wasn't terribly far from the truth.
	Leave him alone?  Not with my little boyhood longing for attention.
I giggled nervously as I went toward him, uncertain whether Troy would help
out or not.  Just as I was about to pounce on the older boy, he sighed and
pushed the comic book under the bed.
	"Okay, you want to get a spanking, you'll get one." He said this
with a really cute smile on his face as he stood up.  I instantly started
backing away toward Troy, hoping the bigger boy would protect me.
	"You're the one who said you were going to kick his ass," Troy
giggled twisting to get away from me before Daniel reached us.  Daniel,
grinning ear to ear, didn't bother with Troy at all.  Instead, his big hand
shot out so quickly that even hyperactive me couldn't get away before his
fingers closed on my wrist like a vice grip.  Kovz, the boy was strong!  I
started thinking I might have been wrong to provoke him.
	"No!" I squealed childishly.  "Let me go." His grip was actually a
little painful but I suspected I was about to get tickled or spanked and
squirmed violently as the older boy started pulling me toward the bed.
"Troy, help!" I tried to grab Troy's arm but he giggled and pulled out of
my reach.  I was soon being pulled toward Daniel's waiting lap.
	"You've been a bad boy," Daniel giggled as childishly as Troy and I
as his long, skinny arms tried to get hold of me.  I was pretty skinny as
well, however, and could squirm as madly as any little boy about to get
tickled.  Daniel, on the other hand, was far stronger than me and when his
big hands finally managed to get hold of me they squeezed so tightly that
squirming just made me hurt myself.  Before I could even think of some new
escape route, the kid had jerked me forward and I fell over on his lap, my
little butt directly below his face.  I pretended to try to get away by
wiggling fanatically and his young arms had to pin me down on top of him.
My wiggling had ulterior motives, of course.  My own erection was excited
to be laying against the bulge in his jeans and the warmth and hardness
that it was laying against was enough to tell me that Daniel's penis had a
young hard-on too.
	As soon as he had me satisfactorily pinned against his boner, the
young boy let go of me with one hand long enough to bring it down against
my little bottom.  It didn't hurt very much, of course; not only was he
still pretty young himself, but he was basically a nice boy.  For me, in
fact, it just drove my little erection against his warm crotch momentarily
which felt nice.  I pretended to cry but was giggling too hard to be
convincing.  He had to fight against my wiggling for a moment before he
could free his hand long enough to spank me again.
	"Bad boy," his cracking young voice giggled along with mine.  "Bad
boy," he repeated, managing to get in another whack before I almost,
reluctantly, wiggled my way off his lap.
	"Troy!" I giggled and begged delightedly.  "Help!"
	Troy, his face as bright red as Daniel's and mine, looked like he
was about to jump into the fray but he kept pulling short.  "Okay," he
giggled through a toothy grin.  "I'll help." Instead of attacking Daniel,
however, the adorable boy's big hands darted out and grabbed for my shorts.
For a second, Daniel fought against him but then looked up.
	"What are you doing?" he giggled.
	"You have to pull his pants down," Troy giggled to the point of
hysteria.  "That's the way my dad did it."
	The two young boys had a brief tizzy fit as I lay there squirming
and giggling almost as delightedly.  Kovz, yeah, I thought.  Of course you
have to pull my shorts down.  I could have told them that!
	I doubt that either of them, alone, would have been so brazen, but
supported by each other, both boys could pretend that it was just a game.
Before I knew it, their young hands were grabbing at my shorts.
	"No!" I squealed, pretending to struggle, but just as excited as
they were to have my bare bottom revealed.  Even though I wasn't trying
very hard, I was convincing enough that Daniel had to give up on my shorts
to overpower me again.  With his big hands easily manipulating my smaller
body around, young Troy's were able to pull my shorts down with little
problem.  All three of were giggling frenetically, so much so that it
didn't seem like all that big a deal as my little erection, naked now,
actually laid down directly against the older boy's blue jeans.  I liked
this a lot, especially since I could really tell how warm and hard Daniel's
bulge was, but I knew that it would actually hurt if the boy started
spanking me again.  I struggled harder but I was still pretty much
preferring to lay where I was: it might hurt a little, but I liked the
thought of Daniel's hand touching my bare skin.
	Troy, meantime, had pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles.
That done, he started helping Daniel to still my squirming, skinny body.
He did this, however, by rubbing his big hands up my thin back, succeeding
most in pushing my T-shirt higher up on my body.  All of this just made me
more excited, of course, and I giggled as I thought how strange it was to
have these two innocent, virgin boys doing such a wonderful job of making
my penis feel nice.  I really doubt that they knew how excited they were
making me, but I'm also certain that they were getting excited too as my
little body was exposed.
	I was so enjoying pushing my stiff erection against Daniel's jeans
that I hadn't realized that the thirteen year old had pulled his hand back.
He delivered an open-palmed slap across my buttocks that sent an electric
like shock through me, my baby soft skin stinging.  If you want to really
hurt a boy when you spank him, you strike hard, using all your muscles.
Daniel didn't do that.  Instead, his palm just slapped my round little
cheeks in a way that stings a lot but doesn't cause any real damage.  It
hurt, mind you, but it kind of tickled too in a weird sort of way.  It felt
nice but it shocked me so much that my soprano voice cried out.
	Troy and Daniel just giggled harder and the eldest boy spanked me
again, sending a jolt through my little penis.  This felt nice but, in
typical boyish reaction, I reflexively cried and wiggled more frantically
to get away.  This became even more difficult when Troy's over-grown hands
pushed down against my thin shoulders, holding me so tightly to Daniel's
legs that I could scarcely breathe, much less struggle.  The older boy
spanked me again and again and it started to become less fun and more
demeaning.  I wanted to make love to the boys, not get beaten by them.
	I knew what my little bottom must look like, having a normal boy's
fascination with his young body and having a great many mirrors in the
palace to look at myself. Like most twelve year olds, I had what's referred
to as a "bubble butt", very round and protruding outward from the back of
my thighs and my lower back.  The skin was normally so pale it was almost
white and I knew that Daniel was spanking me hard enough to leave red palm
prints against the sensitive skin.  I found myself wishing that the boys
would pull the little cheeks apart and see my little butt hole, would get
the idea to stick their throbbing boyhoods inside it, but that wasn't
likely to happen at this rate.
	By this time, Troy had worked my T-shirt up until all but my
shoulders were bared.  I knew what my back look liked too, somewhat more
tanned than my bottom and the skin looking even softer than the skin on my
chest.  It was a strange thing to have such soft skin where I couldn't
really enjoy it very much, but I'd known a lot of boys and they were all
the same.  Their chests might be as soft as a baby's bottom, but their
backs were always like the softest velvet, perhaps like silk.  It excited
me to know that they could see my little bottom and back at the same time.
I wanted to roll over and let them see my boyhood, wanted to sprawl myself
across Daniel's lap and feel their young hands fondling me.  They had me so
well pinned, however, that I couldn't roll over no matter how much I wanted
to.
	Daniel's spanking was making my young boy skin even more sensitive
and it actually started to really hurt, enough so that I couldn't struggle
much anymore and I was starting to cry for real.  Troy stood up and stopped
holding me down.  His beautiful blue eyes looked down at me and he
swallowed guiltily.  "Your hurting him, Daniel," the young boy's voice said
softly.
	Daniel's hand made one last slap, but it didn't raise again.  He
held it against my little bottom and rubbed the skin a little, "Did it
hurt?" he asked me, looking a little guilty himself through a smile.
	I swallowed, liking the way his hand was moving on my buttocks and
liking the warm throbbing in his jeans.  "Yeah," I said softly, not wanting
to sound like I was crying or anything.
	"Well, that'll teach you to bug me when I'm reading," Daniel said,
though he said it in an embarrassed tone and his big hand still rubbed my
butt tenderly.
	"It didn't hurt real bad," I said immediately, hoping to keep the
boys from retreating in their guilt.
	They both giggled and Daniel pushed my body off his lap.  I fell
back on the carpet, which didn't hurt at all, and made sure that I came to
rest on my bottom, my hairless little boner there for the boys to see.
"You faker," Daniel giggled, though he seemed to be making a point of not
looking at my penis.
	I just giggled along with him and stood up, peeling my T-shirt off
as I did it.  I did it pretty casually, not seductively at all.  I think
both boys realized I was taking it off, but they both collapsed in another
tizzy, as if Daniel had made the funniest joke in the world.  They were
giggling so hysterically that their young bodies contorted around and
neither of them looked at the three inch penis sticking straight up between
my legs.  The little thing was positively pulsing from excitement and I
felt so horny I didn't even feel embarrassed to have it displayed so
openly.  I could tell the other boys were stealing very quick glances at it
as they both pretended to still be lost in hysterics.  Rather than pull my
shorts back up, of course, I reached down and pushed them over my tennis
shoes, standing back up again bare-assed naked save for socks and shoes.
	Naked boys were a common sight in most cities as I said earlier and
I'd already assumed that Troy was well used to it.  In such environments,
prepubescent erections were just as sure to be a fairly common sight.  I
wasn't surprised then, that neither boy got upset about me taking my
clothes off.  Nonetheless, I could also tell that they were faking their
own giggles, pretending that they didn't notice my naked little body by
acting silly.  I didn't mind their boyish reactions, however, and just put
my hands on my hips and let my stiff little peter speak for itself
	Troy held his little ribs and pretended to try to still his
laughter as he fell over on the bed beside Daniel, pretty blue eyes
glancing at me whenever they thought they could.  As soon as he was down
beside the other boy, he pretended to erupt into greater laughter and
Daniel was giggling along with him, though I could see the older boy
looking between Troy's legs.  I could tell that both boys had erections in
their jeans and I was more than eager to help relieve them of them.
	"You guys should take your clothes off, too," I giggled through a
toothy boy grin.
	"Yeah, right," Daniel giggled back.  "Come here." He held out his
big hands to me and I came forward, letting his hands guide me down to his
lap.  Before I knew it, the boy, strong despite his thinness, had me bent
over on his knee again, quickly lifting a bare hand and slapping against my
little bottom.  He got off three quick slaps against my sensitive boy skin
before Troy, filled with uncertainty, flew toward the other boy and shoved
him back on the bed.
	Troy was still giggling playfully and, no sooner did he have the
other boy pinned against the mattress than he instantly tried to extricate
himself from the struggle.  Daniel, however, was stronger and faster,
having already taken hold of Troy's slender wrists with his vice-like
fingers.  As they struggled against each other, I managed to turn my naked
body around and moved up between Daniel's legs, soon laying directly on top
of him and making it very easy for Troy to overpower him.  Troy, however,
was still doing everything he could to escape.  Fortunately, Daniel ignored
me as I crawled up on his hard chest, preferring instead to grab for the
other boy's wrists in an effort to keep him from escaping.  In the full
guise of our wrestling, my hands started rubbing Daniel's chest through his
shirt and I started pressing my small erection against the bulge in his
jeans again.
	The feel of his body through the shirt was very encouraging.
Struggling as he was, the boy's ribs were prominent and firm, and his
chest, though not much larger than mine, was rippling with hard childish
muscles.  If you add to that the feeling of his swollen blue jeans rubbing
against my naked boyhood and you can understand that I was having a very
good time indeed.  Daniel was giggling as much from embarrassment now as
just boyish playfulness and the fact that he let a small, naked boy hump
between his legs while he feigned greater interest in trying to overpower
Troy made me feel even more confident of his cooperation in what was to
follow.
	Daniel was clearly a lot stronger than Troy.  Though Troy had stood
up, his wrists were still held by the larger boy and he clearly couldn't
pull himself free. 1, on the other hand, wasn't so restricted and let my
small hands slide down Daniel's wiggling body to take hold of his T-shirt.
In an instant, I had the shirt pulled far up on his body, baring his belly,
ribs and chest in an instant.  I followed that immediately with my face,
rubbing it across the smooth, squirming skin, and my small hands, grabbing
for his exposed ribs until Daniel, whether embarrassed or just very
ticklish, had no choice but to let Troy go to defend his sensitive body.
	Free, Troy stood back for a moment.  Daniel's hands were grabbing
my thin shoulders, and the boy was about to whirl me off him.  Just as I
was about to be dismounted from the warm, hard bulge in his jeans, Troy
re-entered the fray and started pulling Daniel's hands back.  The
struggling had succeeded mostly in causing me to slide farther down on
Daniel's body and I was a little surprised to find the top of his jeans
rubbing against my chin.  I was so enjoying the smooth beauty of his belly,
I hadn't realized that my own penis was now throbbing out naked in the air.
I didn't worry too much about it, anyway: I was at Daniel's jeans!  Excited
by the prospect of seeing his penis, all the more so after seeing the
beauty of his belly, my hands instantly darted for the fly.
	Daniel, who had again begun paying more attention to Troy than to
me, tried to grab for my wrists, but I was so determined and so quick in my
motions that he couldn't do it until I'd undone the snap and pulled his
zipper half way down.
	"Hey!" his young voice cracked in another fit of giggles.  He let
Troy go and his big hands grabbed for his fly, clutching the snaps tightly.
This made his forearms ripple with long, slender muscles, matching the rock
hard ripples along his thin, flat belly.  His T-shirt had slipped down his
body a little but I could still see the gently swollen mounds of his small
chest along the hem.  My small fingers were still struggling with his
zipper as I giggled up at his cute face.  They were having some success and
I could see his bright white underpants now.
	"You better stop it," Daniel's pubescent voice said in a menacing
tone, though his blushing face was still giggling excitedly.  "I mean it."
I just giggled, managing to slip a finger through his fly to touch the hard
contours of his erection.  It felt nice through the cotton fabric, not
large, but thicker than a younger boy's would be.  It also felt
delightfully warm.  "Okay..." Daniel giggled in final warning.  I swallowed
nervously for a second, realizing that I was probably going to get another
spanking.  Instead of grabbing for me, however, Daniel's big hands pulled
his pants wide and started pushing them down!  He giggled more excitedly as
he did this.  I was too surprised to help at first and instead found myself
slipping lower on his thighs, giving him room to pull his pants down.
	With a huge grin on my face, I got to my feet and gazed down at the
thirteen year old, my hairless erection still standing proudly at
attention.  Daniel pushed his pants all the way down and pulled his
overgrown feet from them as Troy and I stood giggling and blushing.  The
older boy had to sit up to take his pants off, causing his T-shirt to,
regretfully, fall back down his smooth belly.  As soon as his pants cleared
his feet, however, he immediately reached for the shirt and pulled it up.
I watched delightedly as that firm slender belly appeared again, soon
followed by a long, thin rib cage.  His ribs were very easy to see and
poked out more than most healthy boys' did, but his chest still looked hard
and muscular even if the mounds were rather small.  He had small nipples,
colored a purplish pink, and both had goose bumps.
	As the T-shirt slid free from his head, his yellow hair fell in
boyish bangs into his green eyes.  Unlike Troy, he didn't bother clearing
his face, just grinned up at us from beneath his blond hair.  He put the
shirt to the side and lay back down on the bed giggling at his half-nudity.
His arms, looking muscular despite their thinness, crossed his young chest
and he was blushing crimson.  Nonetheless, he lay there in just his white
briefs looking adorable.  He had long legs, as mentioned before, and they
were still smooth and hairless, his thighs looking as baby soft as Troy's
face.  He wasn't tanned at all but his skin had a natural pink glow that
didn't give him the white appearance that my skin, when un-tanned, gave me.
Needless to say, it wasn't the color of his skin that I was gazing at; it
was the long, obviously hard, bulge that pointed up along his underpants
forming a round knob where the elastic still held it covered from view.  I
could tell that his penis wasn't quite full-grown yet but, like most
pubescents, it had already begun to outpace the rest of his body into
manhood.  It looked about five inches long and of a pleasant, but by no
means extreme, thickness.  His underpants clung tightly enough to it that I
could see the firm, round contours of his testicles and could even see
where his penis head swelled out from his shaft.  He was really cute.
	I noticed movement to the side and turned to watch as a brightly
blushing Troy started pulling his own shirt off.  His belly, as it
appeared, wasn't quite as firm as Daniel's but it was still flat and the
slight baby fat and pale tanned color gave it a softness that was
thoroughly enchanting.  His belly button was retracted into his stomach
breaking up what was otherwise a perfectly smooth abdomen.  As his young
arms lifted the shirt higher, his ribs became visible but no where near
like Daniel's or, for that matter, mine.  Daniel and I were skinny.
Despite the life he'd apparently led over the past few months, Troy's body
looked radiant with health.  Daniel's body was very sexually appealing, but
Troy's practically begged to be hugged and cuddled.
	As Troy's shirt came free, his silky brown begs also fell into his
face but were quickly swung aside by the characteristic kick of his head.
He lowered his arms still wrapped in the shirt, blushing and smiling like
an angel.  His bare chest was spectacular, showing all the soft perfection
I had already been expecting.  It wasn't firm and defined like Daniel's
was, but rather looked soft and round with beautiful curves of immature
muscles.  His nipples were about the same size as the older boy's but they
were darker, a dirt-brown color against the pale brownness of his skin.
After a moment, when it seemed he was fully willing to just stand there
half concealed by his shirt looking like a cherub, I reached over and it
pulled it the rest of the way down his arms with a boyish giggle.
	It will seem strange to say it when both boys were so readily
willing to show off their young bodies, but the only real strong sexuality
in the room was coming from me.  Daniel was clearly excited and his
hormones were undeniably active but I could tell that he was still mostly
just engaged in boyish experimentation.  If he thought about having sex
with us, I have no doubt he didn't really expect it to happen.  Troy was
even less conscious about our sexuality.  He was mostly just enjoying the
obvious affection that both Daniel and I favored on his soft body and
perfect skin.  The older boys had said that both Troy and Daniel were
virgins and I believed it.  Boys, particularly twelve and thirteen year
olds, can be quite interested in their bodies long before they've started
experimenting with their penises or fantasizing about other boys.  I
suspected that was all the boys had really demonstrated so far.  At least
as far as Daniel was concerned, however, I also suspected that I could
change that focus soon enough.
	"Your jeans, too," I giggled with the other boys.  Troy's giggles
dropped off and his blush grew brighter, but he was still smiling adorably.
He could scarcely refuse to take them off since Daniel was already laying
there in his underpants and me -- well, my skinny three inch erection
wasn't hiding anything from the others.  Thus, look as angelic as ever,
Troy sat down on the bed and started untying his shoes.
	I seized on the opportunity to sit down beside him to take mine off
too.  I was sitting close enough to him that our elbows bumped and the
blushing cherub's bright blue eyes were practically staring at my hairless
boner.  I kept my legs spread so he could see it clearly, to include the
round little balls held tightly in my scrotum.  I loved having boys looking
at my penis even if it was still more child's than man's.
	As soon as I pulled my sock off, I tossed it to Troy and giggled.
He instantly responded by flinging his own sock back at me and a mild
battle of socks ensued until both pairs had been hurled out of reach.
Daniel didn't move throughout this exchange, just lay there holding his
slender body and giggling.  The bulge in his underwear looked larger now
and was starting to throb boyishly.
	Troy reached for his jeans and I was tempted to help him: undoing
boys' pants was always exciting to me.  I didn't, however, just watched
adoringly as he stood up and started wiggling them down his plump hips.
They were tight enough that they started to pull his underwear down too,
showing more baby soft, perfect skin before the twelve year old paused to
pull them back up.  That done, he peeled the jeans all the way down his
legs and awkwardly stepped out of them.  Though not as long as Daniel's,
his legs were beautiful, not so slender as many boys' were, but far softer.
Like backs, boy's thighs are about the softest things around, but Troy's
really were exceptional.  As they stepped out of his jeans, I could see the
healthy mound in his underwear moving against the fabric.  He obviously
didn't have an erection, but his penis was just as obviously very large for
a twelve year old, perhaps even bigger than Daniel's.  I fought down the
desire to reach out and fondle it -- everything in its own time.
	Satisfied that Troy was taken care of, I suddenly giggled, whirled,
and grabbed for Daniel's underwear.  I was too awkward to do this very well
and Daniel had lightning quick reflexes.  No sooner had my small fingers
slipped down the elastic and slightly pulled it down when Daniel's much
larger hands leapt to his defense.  I managed to get just a quick glimpse
of a bright, shining purple penis head before his strong fingers jerked the
band back up, making his testicles poke out more rigidly below.
Remembering his behavior with his jeans, I didn't push the issue.  Instead,
I let them go and sat looking at his exquisite pubescent body.
	"Come on, Daniel," I said rather softly.  "I took mine off." (Yeah,
in about thirty seconds!)
	My instincts proved right.  Daniel shrugged his bony shoulders
almost immediately and slipped his thumbs down his underwear.  The smile
slipped from his face and his blush grew so bright that it started to creep
down his neck, but the thirteen year old wiggled his long, skinny body and
stripped himself He looked very cute doing this because his ribs and
muscles rippled together making him look even harder and stronger.  Even
cuter, of course, was the long, beautiful erection that gradually thrust
itself into the open air.
	His penis head looked man-sized, a turgid helmet-shape already
shining as brightly as a mirror.  There was no other color to call it but
purple, though it was so swollen that it was growing almost white around
the edges.  The slit was gaping open, the young kid obviously ready to
ejaculate on a moment's notice even though there wasn't any sign of
pre-cum.  Beneath the firm ridge of his naked glans, the shaft of his penis
was growing red from pressure constrained too long.  Despite that, it was
still a pale color, like a young boy's.  As I had already noticed, it was
also surprisingly thick.  Not fat, mind you, not even so thick as Ryan's
had been, but still much thicker than you'd expect from a skinny thirteen
year old.  There were several slight blue veins visible along the hard
length of his penis shaft and one large one that bulged along the top.
They made his young erection look almost angry with hormones.
	His penis shaft joined beautifully at the bottom, flowing into a
tight, wrinkled scrotum that was hugging his testicles close to his body
and already glowing red.  Although his scrotum was totally bald, I felt an
envious tug in my chest as I saw the beautiful evidence of his coming
manhood.  He had very few hairs, so few that I could probably have counted
them were I not so enchanted by them.  They were only about a half inch
long and were just beginning to grow curly.  They were also just as blond
as he was, perhaps more silver than yellow, leaving his penis still looking
sweet and innocent.  My mouth started to water as I thought about holding
that beautiful young thing on my tongue.
	Daniel lifted his knees to his chest to slide his underwear down to
his ankles, momentarily showing a tight, round buttocks.  I was tempted to
lean over to look for his butt hole, but instead just gazed at the rippling
curves of his muscles.  Both he and Troy were giggling as he bared the full
beauty of his nudity, but I was totally absorbed with adoration and
jealousy.  My prepubescent little boner was starting to hurt with longing.
	Naked, Daniel lay back down as he had been, with his arms folded
across his small chest.  His erection stuck out from between his legs
pulsing seductively up and down.  Kovz, he was cute.  My heart was beating
frantically in my skinny body and I felt dizzy.
	"Your turn," I heard my childlike voice squeak, turning expectantly
to Troy.  The twelve year old was sitting beside me blushing and giggling.
I just glanced quickly at his adorable face, then looked down at his
underwear.  The boy still didn't have an erection, his penis still making a
very enviable, but still very round bulge between his baby soft thighs.  He
could see that both Daniel and I were sporting quite intense erections and
didn't seem confused by them, so he obviously knew what they were.  Perhaps
he was just too shy and embarrassed to have a boner himself.  More credit
to him: I couldn't think about a boy's erection without getting one, much
less to be so close to two of them.
	Troy giggled for a second as if he expected me to join in a joke,
but I was past humor now and just sat there looking at his underwear and
waiting.  If my seriousness embarrassed him, however, Daniel was giggling
along with him.  Virgins, I thought impatiently.
	"Okay," his voice, as high-pitched as mine, finally responded.  He
stood up and I watched adoringly as he started pushing his underwear down.
He was turned partially away from me and, at first, all I could see were
the pate globes of his young buttocks.  He didn't lean over far enough to
reveal his butt hole, but he was also turning as he lowered the white
cotton and I was soon more absorbed by the beautiful young penis that hung
between his baby soft thighs.
	As I say, he didn't have an erection but his penis had obviously
extended as far as it could without one.  It dangled down over his
testicles, looking as big as Daniel's.  In fact, the dimensions of his
young organ gave it the appearance of belonging to an older boy.  The rest
of it, however, showed his twelve year old age magnificently.  First off,
the boy was still completely hairless.  His belly went lower, grew paler,
but remained as smooth and soft as the rest of him right up to the very
point where his penis joined his body.  I didn't need a magnifying glass:
it was obvious that the boy didn't have the slightest bit of peach fuzz
there.  The shaft was a full four inches long and looked as thick as
Daniel's.  It was covered with a very thick foreskin that betrayed no sign
of veins.  Instead, the young thing was a couple of shades darker than his
lower belly, looking the same shade as his chest, and was perfectly smooth.
The only thing to mar the soft perfection of the shaft came near the very
end where the flesh swelled around the edge of his glans.  It had already
begun to free them for their duty, leaving the lower half of his penis head
exposed.  Unlike Daniel, Troy's penis head was brown in color, the same as
his cute nipples.  Though not erect, it already looked smooth.
	His scrotum still had the same smooth, thickness of childhood but
obviously held a larger cargo for his testicles were growing toward
puberty, taking on the oblong girth of young manhood.  Despite that young
growth, however, he was still hairless.  His penis swung adorably from side
to side as his feet stepped out of his underwear, hypnotizing me with its
seductive movements.  It looked like rubber which I found very enticing,
but I was just as ready to see it look like granite.
	His angelic, baby soft face was glowing red with blush as he
finally stood up in naked, prepubescent beauty.  Knowing that both Daniel
and I were looking at his family jewels, the boy dropped his underwear
self-consciously on the floor before finally turning to us.  If he thought
he had anything to be embarrassed the adoring looks that Daniel and I both
favored on his naked body should have been more than enough to ease his
worries.  He was really magnificent.
	There was a silent period of boyish uncertainty as Troy sat down
beside me again.  I sat nervously glancing from Troy's sweet, rubbery penis
to Daniel's throbbing pubescent erection, so surrounded by their beauty and
innocence, even I wasn't sure how to proceed.  The answer arrived suddenly
when Daniel sat up, grabbed my thin shoulders and pulled me over onto his
lap like I was a rag doll.  I was so astonished that he pretty much had me
laying across his knee before I even thought to struggle.  Add to that the
hot, extremely hard throbbing of his big erection against my hip, and you
can understand if I paused for a moment wondering if I even wanted to
struggle.  My own erection, seeming smaller still compared to the growing
boys in my company, was rubbing wonderfully against the thirteen year old's
smooth thigh and I was thoroughly happy to continue this until I felt and
heard the stinging slap of his palm against my bottom again.  Either it was
still sensitive from the earlier spanking or Daniel's excitement was making
him a little less careful because it actually hurt.  I let out a squeal and
my small hands tried desperately to protect myself.
	Surprisingly, a naked Troy was a little more willing to come to my
rescue this time.  Giggling as much as Daniel was, the young boy hurled
himself at my attacker, both of them tumbling back behind me, me slipping
from Daniel's lap and cascading down his long, pubescent legs to the floor
again.  Troy wasn't trying to escape this time.  Instead the naked boy
seemed determined to mount Daniel.  I crouched on the ground watching this
for a moment.  The younger boy was clearly trying to straddle Daniel's hard
abdomen, an achievement the thirteen year old wasn't fighting very much.
From my angle, I could see Troy's smooth testicles and penis squished up
against Daniel's belly.  Just above, I could see the boy's buttocks pulled
apart now, could see the small, puckered brown hole that led into his body.
In that position, Daniel's shiny purple penis head was only inches from
paradise and, had it been any other pair of boys, I'd have fully expected
to see him penetrate the giggling boy.  It didn't occur to them, however.
Instead, Daniel squirmed beneath the young weight of the baby soft boy and
Troy wiggled his young hips, undoubtedly feeling the pleasant approval of
his penis for his actions.  This was working out just fine.
	As they struggled against each other, I sat down on the bed beside
them and watched.  They were both enjoying their wrestling so much that
neither noticed me as I gazed down at my little boyhood.  It was as pretty
as ever, just as pale and pink as ever, still not a single silver hair to
promise me of the manhood to come.  Smiling at its fresh beauty, I reached
down and took it in my fingers, caressing it adoringly before starting to
rub the tight skin up and down on it.  I was greeted with instant waves of
ticklish pleasure and leaned back on one skinny arm to enjoy myself.
Although far from necessary, I inspired myself by looking at the two
giggling, naked boys rubbing against each other.  They looked very happy.
	"You're getting a boner!" Daniel suddenly giggled harder, making
Troy stop wiggling and grow very red.  He looked down at Daniel's cute face
for a moment before looking down their smooth chests to where his penis was
stiffening against the older boy's abdomen.
	"So?" his unchanged voice defended weakly.  The shocked and
embarrassed look on his face belied any effort to be casual.  "You have
one."
	Daniel laughed harder at the shy boy's reaction and he turned to
look at me, his green eyes getting bigger as he saw my small, skinny body
engaged in masturbation.  "Look at Kely!" he instructed the younger boy.
	Troy's blushing face turned but looked even more nervous when he
saw what I was doing to my little penis.  "What are you doing?" he
squeaked, sounding like a little child.
	I didn't answer at first.  Having the two boys looking at me took
some of my excitement away for a moment even though I kept rubbing my
erection.  "It feels good," I said feeling as shy as Troy.
	Troy nervously crawled off of Daniel and stood up.  His penis was
rapidly rising into full erection, sticking upward and looking as big as
Daniel's five and a half inches.  Both boys had nearly identical penises in
terms of size, but Daniel's was starting to look like a young man's while
Troy's still looked like a boy's.  His foreskin had fully retreated now and
his brown penis head was starting to swell with his virgin excitement.
Still, the shaft looked smooth and unblemished and the young organ was
smooth and hairless.
	"Is that 'playing with yourself?" the adorable kid asked, causing
even me to blush.
	"Yeah," I answered, feeling my embarrassment further overtaking my
pleasure.  This got even worse as I sat there rubbing my penis while both
boys watched me, neither of them smiling anymore, both of them looking
thoughtful, both of them sporting their own full-blown erections.
	"Only weirdoes play with themselves," Daniel's cracking voice
suddenly put in, a note of challenge in his voice.
	"Huh-uh," I replied.  "All boys do it.  Didn't you ever do it?" My
penis was actually starting to feel like it was losing its erection.
Talking about it was never one of my favorite things.
	Daniel didn't answer my question, just glanced curiously at his own
big erection in just the way to tell me that he hadn't.
	"I haven't," Troy said, sounding oddly more open-minded about it
than Daniel had.
	"Do you want to?" I asked, feeling a little harder as I gazed at
the adorable body of the other boy still standing naked and excited before
me.  He shrugged in response.  "Come here," I said, before he could change
his mind.
	He took the two short steps to the bed and sat down beside me,
cooperating enough that even Daniel sat up and watched us curiously.  "What
are you going to do?" the older boy asked as my hands finally reached out
and caressed the magnificent skin that covered Troy's young body.  One of
my palms rubbed across his young shoulders while the other moved slowly
across the gentle mounds of his chest.  His body was warm and his skin felt
even softer than it looked, as soft as a five year old's.  I gazed at his
pretty face, so enchanted by his beauty that I started to try to kiss him.
	As a rule, young boys don't like kissing much.  Troy was so
adorable, however, and I was so in love with him, I couldn't help trying.
As my lips neared his, he predictably pulled his head away.  "What are you
doing?" he asked.
	"Nothing," I shrugged.  My hands were still rubbing his soft body
and I wasn't about to risk that merely to taste his young lips.  He relaxed
a little when I didn't make any further moves to kiss him.  Instead, my
eyes moved down to gaze at his healthy, hairless penis.  The young thick
erection stuck up proudly between his legs.  If my behavior was making him
feel nervous, his penis was clearly on my side for it had begun to pulse
excitedly.  With its visible approval, I let my hand slide down his chest,
over the firm but soft contours of his rib cage and down into the hairless
recesses of his baby soft belly.
	Troy let out a little pant as I neared his virgin penis, but he
didn't object.  I could feel the little muscles along his belly twitch
nervously and marveled that even a twelve year old could feel so soft.  My
fingertips were now touching the smooth skin where his pubic hair would
sprout one day.  For now, it was the softest skin I had felt so far and its
spasmodic little shiver just endeared me to him all the more.
	I didn't grab the young cock right away.  Instead, I let my fingers
pet around and along it, slowly, seductively getting it used to the
affections of another boy.  Still, Troy didn't object even as my fingers
felt along the sensitive head of his penis.  His beautiful blue eyes
nervously looked at my face and down at his own penis, evidently too
confused and too uncertain to either encourage or discourage me.  His young
penis was now fully engorged, the slit yawning openly on a swollen brown
penis head that was now starting to glow red and starting to reflect the
light as Daniel's had been doing for some time.  Touching the maturing
penis of a twelve year old reminded my own penis of its beauty and it
started to stiffen out again, quickly making me feel the rhythmic pumping
of my pulse at the base.  I was so busy adoring Troy's young cock, however,
that I scarcely noticed.
	"What are you doing?" Daniel's voice cracked, the youth sitting up
closer to me, looking over my shoulder to where I was touching the erection
between his roommate's legs.  Neither Troy nor I answered, both gazing at
his gorgeous penis.  "Does it feel good?" Daniel asked.  Troy answered with
two or three quick nods of his head, stiff enough that they sent his light
brown bangs falling into his eyes, the adorable boy too obsessed with his
penis to bother tossing it aside.
	My fingers looked rather small compared to the gifted five and a
half inches that stood between Troy's legs.  I could have still taken the
thing in a fist but instead I just gripped his young foreskin in my
fingers.  The boy's entire body jolted as I rubbed the thick skin upward,
both of us watching in wonder as it crept back up over the shiny brown
head, swallowing it momentarily before I pulled it back away again.
	"How does that feel?" I asked, looking up at the shocked expression
on the young angel's face.
	Good," he squeaked through a rush of air.  Once released, his
breath started to sound heavier now, beginning the familiar panting of a
boy experiencing his first taste of young pleasure.  My fingers moved very
slowly on the boy, his foreskin folding and unfolding itself easily over
his swollen glans.  His baby soft, hairless legs started straightening
themselves involuntarily as the pleasure between them grew greater with
each stroke.
	My own little body jerked when I suddenly felt a warm hand touching
my hairless boyhood.  I turned to find Daniel, looking cuter than ever,
staring into my eyes looking very nervous and frightened.  I swallowed my
surprise and managed to smile at him.  My smile didn't bring his in
response, but his fingers felt lightly around my erection and didn't let it
go.  He was half-standing beside me, bracing himself with one knee on the
bed, his long, slender body standing before me in all its beauty.  I looked
down and saw his magnificent penis still throbbing madly between his legs,
looking so hard and straight now it looked like it might break off.  Still
stroking slowly on Troy, I realized that Daniel's purple penis head was
close enough for me to suck and I wondered if I could manage to do that
without scaring him into celibacy.
	If you've ever stared at a thirteen year old's throbbing erection
from only a few inches away, you'll understand how little choice I had in
the matter.  It was so hard and so intensely excited, the sweet boy's
hormones pleading to me even if his innocence did fight against it.  I was
only a boy myself and self-control isn't a natural characteristic of
boyhood.  With my eyes locked on the exquisite perfection of his penis
head, therefore, I felt my face slowly descend toward it and felt my lips
wrapping around it.
	It felt extremely hard and hot.  I felt it pulse once, perhaps
twice, before the astonished virgin jerked his hips back and pulled the
young thing out of my mouth.
	"Hey!  What are you doing?!"
	Kovz!  There are certain disadvantages to seducing virgins.
	"It's okay," I explained, panting myself and still trying to
masturbate Troy before the twelve year old retreated totally into his
innocence.  It doesn't take a lot to scare a young boy his first time.
Normally, if they can find an excuse, they'll bolt and run.  Troy was,
however, so awestruck by the feelings in his penis that he just panted
harder when he realized Daniel was objecting.  "It feels good, Daniel," I
promised the nervous boy.  "Trust me."
	Daniel's cute face looked very doubtful.  His green eyes gazed down
at his swollen erection, the purple head now glistening with the first
promise of my young mouth.  He looked positively terrified as he let his
hips move forward again, his sweet penis coming back toward me.  Throughout
it all, he hadn't stopped holding my hairless boyhood.  The only thing he'd
done to it was give it a healthy tug when he first jerked away.  About the
only effect that had on me was to wish he'd tug it again.
	Scared or not, the thirteen year old was even more excited now and
his penis was positively begging me for affection.  Since he was expecting
it this time, I didn't engulf the pretty thing right away.  Instead, I
kissed it tenderly.  It was so hard that it scarcely moved even though I
didn't have a free hand to hold it still.  After a couple of boyish kisses,
I let my tongue slip out and lick it.  Daniel whimpered like a little boy
and his slender hips moved ever so slightly closer to the source of his
pleasure.
	I hadn't forgotten Troy in this exchange with the older boy though
my rhythm was disturbed for awhile and the hand on his back had come to
rest gently between his soft shoulders.  In an effort to make up for it, I
rubbed harder on his young dick for awhile before his excited panting
assured me I could slow down again.  I loved the taste of Daniel's penis
and loved the sight of his sparse little pubic hairs even more, but I did
regret not being able to watch Troy's hairless manhood as I masturbated
him.
	Daniel was too shocked by my tongue on his penis to pay much
attention to what he was doing to mine.  Where I tried my best to keep
pleasing Troy, Daniel's fingers were just holding my little erection,
managing only to pull on it enough that I was getting more excited
nonetheless.  The truth is that just the close proximity of their young
bodies was probably enough to please me, so I didn't worry about it too
much.  Besides, I was quickly becoming an old hand at boy-sex.  It was more
important that they learn to enjoy it as I had learned.  With that in mind,
I opened my mouth and let Daniel's throbbing penis slip into it, all the
while stroking on Troy's cock with equal affection.
	Daniel's penis head practically filled my mouth with warm hardness.
I couldn't fit more than an inch of the thick, five and a half inch
erection inside.  What I could fit in, however, I flooded with all the
talents my mouth had learned over the preceding six months.  My lips
wrapped tightly around the pink, throbbing shaft of his cock while my
tongue raced madly around his swollen glans, flicking incessantly against
the sensitive little slit where, I hoped, his sperm would soon spurt out.
As for that, however, the boyish smell between the boy's legs made me doubt
that he was ejaculating yet, sparse pubic hair or not.
	Although what we were doing was very pleasant, it wasn't terribly
comfortable for me.  I mean, I was sitting with one arm around a boy's thin
shoulders while the other rubbed on his penis.  At the same time, my face
was turned away from him to suck on the penis between another boy's legs.
It was exciting, but it wasn't comfortable.  Knowing that none of us were
going to last very long and feeling that all of us should be able to feel
totally absorbed in our orgasms when the time came rather than worrying
about our awkward positions, I chose to take the risk of the boys'
innocence to try for something better.
	I let Daniel's penis go and was instantly answered with the boy's
pleading whimpers.
	"Guys!" I gasped.  "Guys, wait. I know something better."
	"It feels good," Troy squeaked, sounding a little angry as I let
his hairless young penis go.
	"Yeah," Daniel panted just as impatiently.
	Kovz, how quick they were abandoning their innocence.  Remembering
my first orgasm with Eric in Tarsec Village, I understood their
frustration, however virgin it might be.  "I know something better," I
repeated emphatically.  "Daniel, it feels good when I suck on yours,
right?"
	The boy nodded rapidly, his mouth hanging open as he panted.
	"Okay, so we can all suck each other, okay?" I was just as excited
as they were and I knew the pleasure that was still to come.  The two of
them just looked at me with frustrated hormones and serious confusion.
	"How?" Daniel panted.
	"You mean put our penises in our mouths?" Troy gasped, sounding
more than a little disgusted at the thought.
	"It feels good, Troy," Daniel assured him in my stead.
	"Here," I panted as excitedly as they were.  "Troy, you lay down
there... I'll lay here and Daniel... "
	Daniel was a quick study.  I didn't have to tell him how -- he'd
already figured out what I had in mind.  Soon, I'd managed to get our
excited bodies into a rough triangle, with my penis near to Troy's young
lips, Daniel's close to mine and Troy's close to Daniel's.  Despite the
fresh boy-smell between Daniel's legs, he still had the best chance of
ejaculating and I was very eager to taste his first climax.  This meant, of
course, that my little boner was supposed to get sucked by young Troy, the
boy who was least likely to cooperate with this bold form of boy-sex.  A
virgin young boy will object almost every time to having anal sex, but oral
sex was almost as repellent.  Boys are raised to view their "private parts"
as dirty.  Getting them to accept their full beauty can sometimes be
something of a challenge.
	Eager to get back to Daniel's sweet penis, I didn't bother trying
to coax their cooperation any further.  Instead, no sooner was the kid's
furry cock near my face than I plunged my lips down on it, instantly
drawing a cracking moan from the pubescent boy.  In this position, it was
easier for me to suck on the hard erection and I stuck it as far into my
mouth as I could until I felt it pressing against my throat.  I scarcely
worried about my own penis, focusing all my attention on the sweet young
cock in my mouth.  Daniel's penis was so obviously ready for this step, so
obviously eager to release the pressure of his hormones.  Still rather
young myself, I was just as resolved to deep-throat the cute kid.  Before
the virgin boys had ever started on me or each other, I tried to open my
throat to admit the gifted young thirteen year old.
	I hadn't done this very much before and, though Daniel was only
thirteen, his five and a half inch penis was quite a challenge for me,
especially considering its considerable girth.  I was determined however
and, though it hurt a little, I felt the kid's swollen penis head slip
deeper, finally finding its way into my esophagus.  I almost gagged, but
managed to control myself as I finally felt his penis slipping deeper into
me.
	As I did this, I heard Daniel moaning so excitedly I though he was
about to come.  Clearly he like the new pleasure as my lips descended lower
on his gifted erection.  At almost the same time, however, Troy's
high-pitched voice let out an astonished cry and the sudden muffling of
Daniel's moans told me that the cute pubescent had taken Troy's penis into
his mouth.  This left my hairless boner as the only one still exposed to
the air but, like I said, I was far more enchanted with the penis sticking
down my throat.
	I was still fighting a desire to gag, one which, once started, is
hard to stop, but at the same time, my eyes were wide open and I could see
the beautiful and ticklish appearance of his slight pubic hair nearing my
chin just as his smooth scrotum approached my upper lip.  Ignoring my own
pleasure and gagging instincts, I forced my throat to accept more of the
thirteen year old and had to close my eyes to concentrate enough.
	Young Troy, confronted with both Daniel's and my willingness to
suck on penises, must have been relenting.  No doubt the intoxicating
effects of Daniel sucking on his made him just as willing.  Soon,
therefore, I felt the tentative fingers and even more tentative lips of the
twelve year old touching my penis.  Despite my adoration for the young cock
in my throat, this sudden rush of innocent contact almost disrupted my
concentration.  The only thing I could do to contain my desires to cry with
pleasure was to take the last inch of Daniel's penis inside me.  There!
The wonderful touch of his soft pubic hairs against my chin, the smooth
warmth of his tight scrotum against my nose.  Kovz, it was magnificent.  I
could feel the boy's penis forcing my defensive throat open and pushing its
way part-way down my neck and it hurt a little, but it was worth it to be
so close to the root of his pubescent sexuality.  Filled with his penis, my
slimy mouth awkwardly struggled to maneuver my tongue around that beautiful
cock.
	When Troy finally got enough courage up to take my penis fully into
his boyish mouth, the pleasure was so great that I knew I couldn't continue
with Daniel's down my throat.  I backed away from it quickly and whimpered
madly in a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.  If Daniel was
disappointed to have three inches of his penis removed from the warm
attention of my mouth, he gave no sign for the nervous kid was squirming
his naked body around too much to notice.
	If you've been near one young boy as he approached his first
orgasm, you can imagine the kind of frantic intensity of being near two of
them at once.  The air was positively electric, both boys squirming and
moaning almost pathetically, both of them shocked and frightened by the
pleasure in their heretofore innocent penises, both of them too enraptured
by the feeling to back away now.  Even if I weren't a Guardian, I would
have felt the intense hormonal chemistry as both these smooth young boys
grew closer to discovering their greatest pleasure.  Troy was, by no means,
very good at giving a blow job.  His mouth was very tentative, very
uncertain.  His teeth occasionally touched my skinny, three inch erection
almost painfully.  Nonetheless, he was crying so much in his own pleasure
that I could scarcely care what he did to me.  The better he felt, the
better I felt and I knew that both of us, all of us, were going to climax
pretty soon.
	Even though it was Daniel who was sucking on his penis, and even
though my face was so buried in Daniel's crotch that I couldn't see what
was happening to Troy, I knew that he was the first one to blossom into the
flower of orgasm.  His voice, though muffled by my penis, cried out loudly
enough that it sent pleasing vibrations against my hard cock and his baby
soft body jerked so frantically that the entire bed bounced with the fury.
I felt my own pleasure multiply dramatically, knowing that the sweet boy
was experiencing orgasm for his first time, knowing that he was scared and
vulnerable at the same time, knowing how intensely beautiful he was.  I
prayed that he would keep sucking on my penis even if he reacted to orgasm
in the same shameful way that most young boys did.
	Despite the rather intense response that Troy's twelve year old
orgasm ravaged through him, Daniel was either too naive or too excited to
change what he was doing.  He kept sucking on the young penis with no
change in the cracking moans that sounded in his hard chest and no change
in the strange undulations of his naked body.  I was so close to my own
orgasm that all I could do was keep sucking the squirming boy, struggling
valiantly to keep his penis head on my tongue lest his sweet pubescent
sperms squirted out to thrill it with his youth.  Just the thought was
enough to push me over the edge as the thirteen year old's pleasure started
shuddering through his hard young body.
	Like Troy, I was able to keep sucking the penis in my mouth as I
climaxed.  Troy, in fact, was sucking me even more expertly than he had
been, sucking my three inch penis like a baby sucking on its mother's teat.
Daniel, however, was so confused and excited that he had to let go of
Troy's hairless cock so he could breathe.  He whimpered loudly and sounded
very pathetic but also very beautiful.  His skinny, muscular body grew
tenser suddenly and I waited excitedly, tightly containing my own passion,
in expectation of his young ejaculation.
	Daniel's naked body started to jerk frantically, the poor boy's
voice grunting loudly and cracking in high-pitched wails now that nothing
was in his mouth to quiet him.  He was clearly having a very strong and
beautiful orgasm.  Much as I longed to taste it, however, the boy didn't
ejaculate.  When I realized that he wasn't going to, I finally let my own
pleasure go and felt orgasm sweeping through my little dick as Troy sucked
tenderly on it.  Daniel and I had our orgasms together, both our penises
buried in the warm, slimy affection of another boy's mouth.
	When all our ultimate passions had subsided, we Jay there on the
bed, three heaving, naked boys.  Troy had become like a baby, continuing to
suck on my penis though all his instincts must have suggested he open his
mouth to breathe.  Not even I could keep holding to Daniel's penis and let
it go to lay my panting head down on his soft thigh.  Both Daniel and I
started to get soft, but twelve year old Troy's penis still stuck out its
boyish five and a half inches, looking sweet in the soggy remnants of
Daniel's saliva and in his own hairless beauty.
	Several minutes past as we recuperated.  Feeling the fog of orgasm
slowly leave me, I let my hand rub affectionately along Daniel's thigh.
What beautiful boys.  What a great place to live.  When Troy finally
stopped sucking my little penis, the poor thing was exhausted.  What a day!
Bobby, Dean, Daniel and Troy.  Kovz!  What a day!
	I smiled down at Troy and, though his baby soft face was a bright
red, he smiled back.  "Did that feel good?" I asked grinning at both he and
Daniel.  Troy blushed and nodded.
	"Yeah," Daniel panted.
	They were both eager to reclaim their underwear when we were all
rested enough and didn't stop them.  At the same time, I didn't put my own
on either.  Instead, I lay there on the bed and watched them.
	"Is this why we came here?" Daniel asked as both he and Troy
grabbed for their jeans.
	I ignored the obvious pun and nodded in reply.
	"Do all the boys do it?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I said.
	Before long, they were both fully dressed, a fact I regretted, but
didn't fight.
	"Why does it do that?" Troy finally asked, actually sitting down on
the bed and putting his shoes and socks on even though it was almost
bedtime anyway.
	"Did you like it?" I asked.
	Troy shrugged as he pulled on a sock.
	"Did you like it..." I teased more directly.
	He blushed and smiled before finally turning and nodding.
	"You?" I asked smiling up at Daniel who was standing there in his
T-shirt and jeans looking cute and ready to be seduced again.
	"Yeah," he smiled, though he looked bashfully away too.
	"So," I shrugged, "who cares why?"
	They both nodded at this, even though they both were still blushing
boyishly.
	By the time I got back to my room, I was so exhausted I didn't even
turn on the lights.  I lumbered through the living room, entered the
bedroom, and threw myself on the bed, naked as when I had left the virgin
boys.  I was asleep before I even crawled under the covers.