The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1:  Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Three

    By the time Mama entered with the food, I had dried my eyes 
and looked passably put together.  "Here we are," she smiled 
reassuringly to me.  She was carrying one tray of food and Eric's 
older brother Gary was carrying another. "Where's Eric?" she 
asked glancing around.

    I shrugged my thin shoulders, sadly.

    "Is he in the bathroom?"

    I shrugged my shoulders again.

    "He told me Pa said he couldn't touch Kelvin until tomorrow," 
Gary said. He was looking at me intently and I felt uncomfort-
able.

    "What?  Why's that?" Mama asked the fifteen year old.

    "Pa wants that little boy to be fresh tomorrow night.  He 
don't want them playing together until then."

    "Oh, nonsense.  You go fetch your little brother."

    "What for?" Gary asked.

    "Well, someone's got to teach this child, don't they?"

    "I can teach him, Mama," the older boy volunteered eagerly.

    "You hush!" she commanded sharply.  "You should be playing 
with that wife of your's, not little boys."

    "Come on, Mama, she's pregnant again, ain't she.  I just want 
to help him learn.  Besides, I taught Eric good, didn't I?  He 
doesn't know anything about little boys."

    "He'll know enough tomorrow morning.  Now, you go fetch him 
before I tan your hide."

    Gary sighed and shook his head.  As Mama laid out the trays 
on the bed, the older boy tried to enter the door that joined my 
room to Eric's.  "Door's locked," he said.

    "Well, you go through the hall.  I'll have a talk with that 
son of mine."

    The boy left us alone and Mama quickly scurried to the chest 
of drawers. She soon returned with a set of pajamas.  "Hurry and 
get out of the clothes now, honey," she instructed.  "And clean 
up your face.  You want to be pretty for Master Eric."

    I was totally confused, but she seemed to be in a hurry so I 
didn't argue.  Blushing, I pulled my shirt over my head and 
peeled my shorts down my skinny legs, soon standing naked.

    "There now that's just fine," Mama smiled at my naked little 
penis. "Here you are." She held the pajama bottoms and I stepped 
into them, standing nervously as she pulled them up my legs and 
feeling her cool hands caress my limp penis as she fastened the 
snaps that ran up the fly.  She was so eager that she didn't let 
me do anything and ended up taking my skinny arms and slipping 
them into the pajama shirt by herself.  With deft fingers, she 
fastened the buttons that ran up the front and I was fully 
clothed.  She apparently wasn't finished however and quickly went 

to the closet and returned with a baby blue bathrobe.  When that 
was securely tied shut, she finally relaxed.

    She had finished just in time, for Gary was just entering 
with Eric in reluctant tow.

    "There you are, honey," she smiled at my beautiful boy 
friend.  "You come on in here and eat."

    The tall pubescent boy was still wearing his overalls with no 
shirt, though his shoes and socks were off and his big feet were 
bare.

    "Pa doesn't want me to be around him, Mama," Eric defended 
weakly.

    "Nonsense, honey.  He bought him as a present for you."

    "Not until tomorrow night," the boy said.

    "Oh, there ain't no reason for waiting now, is there, honey?"

    "What do you mean?" Eric blushed up at her.

    "Oh, honey, I can tell what you boys were doing today by how 
that child holds onto you.  You come on in here and spend the 
night with him or there ain't no telling what he'll be doing to 
himself come morning."

    "Pa said not to."

    "I'll deal with him, honey.  You come on in here and have 
dinner, then you do what you want to do.  I'll take care of 
Master Throne."

    Eric looked eager but reluctantly uncertain, too.  Nonethe-
less, he walked slowly over to the bed and sat down beside his 
food.

    "There now," Mama smiled at the pubescent boy's nervous 
expression. "You boys just have fun tonight.  Come on, Master 
Gary," she said, taking the older boy's muscular arm and pulling 
him toward the door.

    "Someone has to be a witness or you can't be sure they really 
did it," Gary argued.

    "You can be a witness sometime when they want you to, honey.  
Tonight, you let them play by themselves."

    Gary looked disappointed by this and left the room with her 
reluctantly. I sat in confusion and watched the door close behind 
them.

    "It looks good," Eric said softly.

    I looked at him and he was looking at his tray of food.  He 
looked so cute, his bare shoulders so smooth and soft.  "What 
were they talking about?" I asked in embarrassment, my childish 
voice as soft as Eric's, as if I sensed that Gary was listening 
through the door.

    Eric shook his head.  "Don't worry about it," he said, taking 
a bite of chicken and gazing at me.  I looked back for a moment 
then blushed and started eating, too.

    We didn't say anything as we ate, but our eyes met frequent-
ly.  By the time we finished, it had become a game and we were 

soon smiling and giggling to each other.

    Eric stood and put our trays and empty plates on the table 
near the door.  As he was coming back to me, he stopped and 
smiled down at me.  "We don't have to do it if you don't want 
to," he said, blushing.  "I'll go back to my room."

    "Do what?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion at his 
strange behavior.

    "You know, what we did at the creek, play with our penises.  
We don't have to if you don't want to." I blushed at this and sat 
silently for a moment. "Do you want to?" the pubescent boy asked.

    "I don't care," I shrugged my thin shoulders, blushing 
brighter.  I was still a prepubescent boy and my hormones weren't 
yet as strong as the thirteen year old's; I had already had two 
orgasms that day and I really didn't feel it necessary to do it 
again.  Still, the memory of my jerking body and childish excite-
ment began to play in my mind and I did think it would be fun to 
do it in the bed.  I wished he wouldn't ask me about it.  Why 
couldn't we just do it?

    Eric seemed to understand because he came over and sat down 
on the bed beside me, his long skinny arm encircling my thin 
shoulders again.  "All boys do it when they get older, Kelvin.  
You shouldn't be embarrassed about it," he said.

    "I'm not," I said, though I knew that both of us were blush-
ing with equal brightness.  "Why do they do it?" I asked with 
boyish bashfulness.

    Eric smiled and shrugged.  "Because it feels good," he said.  
"Besides, if you can't learn to love a boy, you can't learn to 
love a woman.  That's what they teach us in Sunday school."

    "Why would you want to do that?" I asked, thinking that being 
naked with a woman would be really perverted.

    "So you can make babies," he grinned at my innocence.  "Don't 
worry; you don't have to worry about that for a few years.  You 
don't have to get married until you're fourteen."

    "Oh," I said, though I was more confused now than I had been 
before.

    "Come on," Eric said, crawling back on the bed and laying 
down with his head on the pillows.  I smiled in spite of myself 
and lay down next to him.  He grinned into my face and I knew 
that he was a happy, playful boy again, the one I had fallen in 
love with that day.  I felt his big hands begin rubbing across my 
little chest and belly through the bathrobe and gazed into his 
deep brown eyes in adoration.

    "I like your penis," he blushed and my body jerked as I felt 
him reach down and squeeze my small boy bulge.

    "Why?" I asked, blushing through my smile as my breathing 
already began to grow deeper.  The boy's fingers were moving 
rhythmically over the bulge and it felt delightful.

    "Because it's so pretty," he smiled into my boyish face.

    "Yours is so big," I blushed, feeling like I was suppose to 
say something in return.

    "That's because I'm older.  You're still a little boy."


    "Oh," I said again, no less confused.

    I could feel my penis stiffening beneath the robe and pajamas 
and I smiled in embarrassment as I heard Erin grinning beside my 
ear.  It didn't take more than a second or two for the little 
thing to grow stiff as a board and I felt the ticklish pleasure 
in my testicles that was quickly growing to feel familiar.  I 
looked up at Eric and he was smiling into my young face filled 
with adoration.  I blushed downward and looked at his baby soft 
chest, partially exposed beneath his overalls, his skin looking 
so smooth and warm as he fondled my boyhood.  I could feel his 
long fingers slipping beneath my bathrobe, parting it beneath the 
sash that held it shut so he could hold my little erection di-
rectly through my pajamas.

    "Why does it get so hard?" I asked, trembling with excite-
ment.

    "So it feels, good," the boy explained, consciously neglect-
ing to tell me about how babies are made.  The pajamas were made 
from a very light fabric and it almost felt like he was actually 
holding my penis.  I could feel the fabric rubbing over my naked, 
sensitive penis head, however, and that reminded me that he 
wasn't.

    He let my tiny erection go and his big hand moved to the sash 
that held the robe shut.  I could feel his eyes still gazing into 
my face as I watched him undo the sash, tossing the ends to the 
sides and slowly spreading the edges of the robe apart until I 
lay exposed in my pajamas.  His hand instantly returned to my 
chest and belly, rubbing them through just the soft fabric of the 
pajamas now, my small, skinny body feeling almost naked.  I could 
see the little bulge between my legs poking out for attention, 
the young thing throbbing childishly in expectation.

    Eric kissed my smooth cheek as his hand slid up my little 
chest and tenderly unfastened the top button to my pajamas.  I 
lay still and unmoving, allowing the older boy to guide me as his 
age and experience permitted him to do.  He kissed me again as 
his fingers slid down the exposed part of my little chest and 
slowly undid the next button, my soft, pale skin slowly bared.  
My skin looked so pale against his brown hand, not white, but a 
very light shade of pink that looked innocent and childish.  The 
thirteen year old moved so slowly and lovingly and I felt his 
affection as his fingers spread my pajama shirt wider until he 
could see my erect little nipples.

    I jumped in reflexive innocence as I felt him sitting up, 
moving his head down until he could kiss my chest and lick my 
nipples until they grew still tinier with excitement.  As he 
licked my chest, his hand undid another button and he was able to 
lick lower, over my sternum and little rib cage until my belly 
started to shiver with anticipation.  His hand undid the fourth 
and final button and he continued to lick me as his fingers 
gently spread the shirt wide open, baring all of my little chest 
and soft belly.  I couldn't stop my boy muscles from quivering as 
he licked my little belly button, his tongue feeling warm and 
slimy, making my penis feel eager to feel his mouth sucking on it 
again.  His hands now took hold of my skinny ribs and began 
rubbing up and down on them as his tongue continued to tickle and 
excite my small belly.  He pressed the shirt still wider as his 
fingers slipped beneath my underarms, tickled the smooth, hair-
less skin there until I panted with excited pleasure.  It was a 
different pleasure from orgasm, and not near so intense, but it 
was wonderful nonetheless and I smiled through my panting.  My 
chest felt so small beneath his big hands and I felt very beauti-
ful.


    He licked up my chest again and I gasped and smiled bigger as 
his tongue slid across my hairless underarms, his hands rubbing 
my ribs until I whimpered happily.  He kept doing this for this 
several minutes and I was filled with warmth, the only trouble 
being that, by the time he finished, my penis was frantic and 
aching with a desire to be next.

    He sat up with a delighted smile, obviously enjoying my 
childish excitement.  His hands slipped over my little shoulders 
and helped me to sit up as he pressed the robe and shirt back 
over them.  It was a little clumsy, but we managed to get my 
skinny arms free and I lay back down on the bed with my chest and 
upper body naked.  Eric instantly went back to work on the bare 
skin, sticking his tongue into my armpits, holding and rubbing 
all over my skinny chest and belly.  I was so horny after a few 
minutes of this I felt ready to beg him to suck my little penis.  
Instead, I just lay there with my arms at my sides panting and 
whimpering.

    I looked at the boy's bare shoulders and could see the small 
mounds of his boy chest beneath his overalls.  I could even see 
his little nipples standing erect on his smooth skin.  Filled 
with nervous bashfulness, I reached out my small hand and found 
the button that held the straps over his shoulders and held the 
front panel of his overalls over his beautiful chest.  I trembled 
as I undid the button and could feel Eric's lips smiling against 
my chest as the panel fell free from that side.  His nipple was 
bared and I could see up under his arms at his smooth skin.  To 
reach the other button, I had to use my other hand and Eric 
obligingly moved enough so I could reach beneath his body.  I 
felt his smooth shoulder as my fingers searched for the button 
and awkwardly undid it.  Now the panel fell completely free to 
his belly and the warm softness of his pale brown chest and 
abdomen were bared.  He stopped licking and kissing my chest long 
enough to push the straps off his shoulders then quickly returned 
to exciting my small body.

    Awkwardly I reached out and rubbed my palm over the baby soft 
skin that covered his hard ribs.  He was incredibly soft and 
smooth and my skinny arm struggled to rub his chest and feel his 
little nipples.  Eric finally lifted his head from my boy chest 
and I swallowed uncertainly as I felt him crawling on top of me.  
His bare chest rubbed across mine and he smiled down at me as I 
felt his slender body slide between my legs, the rough denim 
rubbing across my sensitive erection through my pajama bottoms.

    The older boy's elbows pressed against the bed to support him 
but I could feel the wonderful pleasure of his body weighing down 
on my chest, exciting me as I panted harder to breathe.  His arms 
held mine partly pinned, but I was still able to reach my hands 
up and hold to his abdomen, which I did marveling at the soft 
warmth of his body.  Between my legs, I could feel the huge, 
throbbing length of his seven inch manhood bulging against my 
little erection and belly, the thought of which seemed as excit-
ing to me as thinking about my own little boyhood.  He didn't rub 
it against me, but the beating of our hearts and swelling of our 
bare chests pressed together made it almost unnecessary for us to 
move.  The pleasure between my legs was growing greater and Eric 
was breathing heavier, sometimes moaning, smiling all the time.

    He lay his head on my shoulder, his dark brown hair rubbing 
against my neck, as his hands rubbed up and down on my sides.  I 
didn't understand why he was so entranced by this prolonged 
foreplay, but it felt nice so I forced myself not to rush it 
despite the hungry desires in my penis.

    "Ohhh," Eric sighed and moaned as he slowly crawled off me 
again.  He lay down beside me and pressed his small, hard chest 

against my side, smiling at my innocent gaze.  His hand again 
rubbed up and down on my skinny chest and belly and his slimy 
lips again kissed my face.  I felt my belly shiver as his fingers 
slid down over it, tenderly holding the little bulge of my erec-
tion again.  He rubbed it rhythmically through my pajamas and 
smiled as he watched the pleasure and wonder fill my face and 
blue eyes.

    "Are you horny?" he asked, grinning and blushing at me.

    "What does that mean?" I asked blushing as brightly as he 
was.  It means your penis wants to do it really bad," he giggled 
as he fondled my erection.

    I nodded quickly in answer.  "Are you?" I asked, looking into 
his cute face innocently.

    "Yeah," he grinned.  "I'm always horny." He seemed to think 
this was funny and giggled.  His eyes didn't leave mine, but I 
felt his big hand reaching for the snaps to my pajamas.  He 
jerked the fly open with one tug and cool air caressed my hair-
less little erection.  Not for long, however, for Eric quickly 
slipped his hand down and lay his palm on top of my pulsing 
boyhood completely covering it, his fingers petting my soft, 
hairless testicles.

    "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen," he blushed, still 
smiling as he pet my hairless penis.  It embarrassed me when he 
said this, but I just swallowed and looked at him, feeling his 
warm hand between my excited legs.  The pubescent boy kissed my 
face again then sat back up, his mouth again moving to my chest, 
lips kissing it lovingly, tongue sliding across my boy nipples.  
His hand didn't leave my penis and I could still feel him feeling 
the hairless skin between my legs.  His other hand held to my 
little chest and I grew still more excited as I felt his lips and 
tongue working their way down my ribs and belly.

    I knew he was going to suck on my penis.  I was certain of 
it, but that didn't stop my body from jerking as his hand slid to 
my skinny thigh and his lips kissed my little penis head.  He was 
in no hurry to suck on me and I first had to suffer in the in-
tense excitement of his lips kissing the hairless skin that 
surrounded it, his tongue licking all around the hairless base of 
my penis, over the hairless mound between my legs, across my 
small testicles.  When his tongue had tasted all of the hairless 
innocence that surrounded it, I felt his lips kissing my skinny, 
two inch penis shaft, opening slightly, making the promise of his 
slimy mouth as he slid the inside of his lips up and down my 
stiff boyhood.

    I was panting very quickly by this time and whimpering in 
intense excitement, praying that the boy would hurry and swallow 
my penis.  Not that his kissing lips weren't extremely exciting 
as well for he used them expertly against my skinny little penis, 
pressing my little purple penis head back against my belly as he 
kissed it, my mind slipping away from reality as I lost myself in 
the joy of my little cock.  I cried desperately as he started to 
lick all the way up my rock hard penis, his slimy tongue sliding 
all over the pale skin, up across the brightly shining head until 
I was a mass of aching pleasure.

    Giggling and grinning with delight, the tall boy crawled down 
and pulled my pajama bottoms down my skinny, hairless legs until 
I lay naked and gasping, eager for him to get on with it.  I 
could not believe how hard my penis was and how much it begged me 
to release it from its intense erection.  I stared in eagerness 
as the boy got on his knees and moved up between my naked legs, 
watched intently as his hands again started playing with my 

desperate erection. Waning to cry with desire, I almost begged 
him to hurry but he was leaning over again and I thought that he 
would at last suck me off.  He didn't however, just started 
kissing and licking my boyhood again, all over the hairless skin 
around it, all over my little balls, all up the skinny, two inch 
shaft and tiny, purple penis head.

    When I thought I could bare no more of his foreplay, I felt 
his hand slip between my legs, his thumb and forefinger taking 
hold of the hairless base of my penis, pointing the little thing 
straight up at his mouth.  He kissed it again, his lips now 
pressing directly against the tiny, little slit, now gaping open 
in a tiny hole eager to squirt out my boy juice.  He kissed it 
several times, again just opening his mouth so slimy inside of 
his lips could rub against it.  My body squirmed slightly on the 
bed and in the distant place where my young mind was hiding 
safely from my frantic excitement, I knew I was going to climax 
at any second.

    Still pointing my two inch erection straight upward, Eric 
slowly tightened his slender lips and pressed them down against 
my little penis head. I could feel them pursing together very 
tightly and the boy pressed them down still harder until my 
frantic boyhood eagerly poked at the slimy opening.  I felt them 
part, felt them move ever so slowly over my penis head, felt the 
tight warmth growing from my little boy slit down over my head.  
It seemed to take forever for them to completely cover the head 
and I was crying loudly with uncontrollable ecstacy by the time 
his lips touched my pale, skinny penis shaft. He held his lips 
there for a moment, gently sucking on just the tiny head and his 
fingers slowly moved from my belly to hold to my thigh.  My 
little penis was now sticking straight up from my hairless belly 
and pubic mound, an inch and a half of hard, white, skinny erec-
tion sticking straight into the older boy's slender lips.  I was 
crying so loudly that I would have been ashamed and frightened 
that someone would hear if I could only have thought about any-
thing other than my penis.

    Eric sat between my legs with each of his hands on my soft, 
skinny thighs, his cheeks sunken in and glowing red as he sucked 
my little penis head, my blue eyes staring in excitement and 
astonished awe as I felt orgasm starting to sweep over me.  If he 
had held it there, I would have climaxed frantically, but the 
pubescent boy suddenly plunged his mouth downward, swallowing all 
of my two inch penis, his warm, slimy saliva and mushy tongue 
coating it with a sudden flood of pleasure.  This disrupted my 
orgasm momentarily and the boy quickly pulled his lips back up 
and plunged downward again.

    Unlike the slow, rhythmic things he had done that afternoon, 
Eric was now rubbing my penis frantically in and out of his 
mouth, his lips plunging down and kissing the hairless base of my 
penis then sliding back up the skinny shaft and repeating the 
process.  He did this so quickly and so rhythmically that I was 
soon squirming madly, crying so loudly that the entire house must 
have heard my high pitched, prepubescent wails.  No amount of 
excitement in me could stop the boy and I stared at my little 
erection as it was shoved in and out of his mouth with alarming 
speed.  The boy's neck must have hurt so quickly and expertly did 
he suck on me, his smooth chest looking beautiful against the 
pale softness of my belly and legs.  I couldn't see my testicles, 
nothing but the soft, pale skin between my legs and the skinny 
little penis of my childhood disappearing in and out of his young 
mouth.

    This was an entirely new pleasure.  In part it was the same, 
but it was so fast and so frantic that it released hidden in-
stincts of passion in me, filled my young innocence to the break-

ing point with fanatic desire and prepubescent madness.  When the 
fantastic strength of orgasm overwhelmed me it was filled with 
animalistic demand and angry determination.  My high pitched 
voice squealed with rhythmic grunts as my penis and hips exploded 
in frantic jerks, my entire body shuddering madly, muscles in my 
neck and legs cramping with an unbelievable explosion of contor-
tions and gyrations.  It hurt desperately and was so overwhelming 
that I started to cry for real, loudly, feeling the bed shaking, 
almost bouncing beneath my poor, afflicted little body. It seemed 
to go on forever and, despite the pain, my little muscles could-
n't stop from flexing and cramping with determined excitement.  
My eyes continued to stare at the hairless little penis between 
my legs as the boy kept sucking up and down on it and I almost 
begged him to stop, so terrified was I of my total explosion of 
passion.

    Finally it started to leave me, but not so rapidly as my 
previous two orgasms had.  This time it held on, my little body 
jerking more slowly, but still jerking, still filled with excite-
ment.  I came back to reality by degrees, slowly feeling my chest 
and arms relax before my legs and hips finally found a way to 
stop their mad bucking.  I was crying as I finally regained 
control and lay there in childish fear and astonishment as I felt 
Eric let my penis go.

    "Are you okay, Kelvin?" he asked, his adorable face filled 
with more concern than I could have thought possible.  I nodded, 
but I couldn't stop from crying.  Than gangly young boy quickly 
crawled from between my legs and came to me, lifting my small 
body in his arms and holding me, his big hands lovingly stroking 
my blond hair and thin shoulders.  "You poor baby," he said, 
sounding like Mama.  "I'm sorry, Kelvin." He held me tightly and 
I felt small and helpless in his strong, sinewy arms.  "I didn't 
mean to hurt you."

    I felt bad that I had scared him and soon managed to stop my 
sobbing and childish antics.  I sniffled and held to his small, 
naked chest and back, gradually ordering myself to relax and not 
to worry him.  "I'm okay," I sniffled.

    "God, I've never seen a boy have one so hard before," he 
said, still stroking my skinny body.  I let go of him and brushed 
the tears from my face.

    "I'm okay," I said again.

    "Did it scare you?" He asked, still holding my skinny arms.

    I nodded.

    "I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear," he said, 
his voice filled with worry and concern.

    My small hands rubbed my shoulders and collarbones where the 
muscles felt stretched to the breaking point.  I looked down at 
my penis with renewed uncertainty.  Unlike before, it now lay 
totally spent without a trace of erection, as if all the desires 
within it had been released for a lifetime.  It glowed a raw, red 
color and was covered with Eric's slime.

    "Does it hurt?" he asked, watching me rubbing my aching 
muscles.  I nodded, despite my desire not to make him feel 
guilty.  "Here," he said, taking hold of my shoulders and guiding 
me to lay down again.  His hands quickly took my place and began 
massaging my neck and shoulders, doing a much better job than I 
had been doing.  After a few minutes of working on my arms ad 
neck and little chest, he helped me to roll over and his big 
hands started massaging my thin shoulder blades and skinny back.

    "It must be because you're a Kovz Boy," he said, eager for an 
explanation.  "Maybe they can't take too much playing." His young 
voice was so soothing, so filled with love and concern.  After a 
few minutes, I truly began to relax and felt much better as he 
rubbed my bare thighs and eased my entire body of the aching 
tightness.

    I was astonished that no one came in to find out what all the 
screaming was about, but they were apparently used to excited 
boys in this house, no matter how loud they got.  By the time 
Eric finally lifted me into his arms again, my terror and pain 
had left and I felt fully relieved and warm inside.  I let him 
hold me and love me for a long time, and finally smiled when he 
let me go.  He smiled back, his face filled with relief that I 
was okay.

    "You'll feel fine tomorrow," he said, gently petting my 
smooth face.  he stood up and I gazed at his tall beautiful body 
as he pealed the overalls down. His penis was dangling between 
his legs almost its full seven inches, but it was limp as if the 
boy's concern for me had made him forget all about his own pleas-
ure.  "We'll get a good night's sleep tonight."

    "What about you?" I blushed at my audacity, looking away as 
the naked boy started to crawl under the covers.

    He looked at me and swallowed, as if torn between his body's 
desires and his fear of hurting me.  "You should sleep," he said, 
excusing me.

    "But... but you said I had to eat a lot of sperm to grow up," 
I said, remembering his words from that afternoon.

    "Yeah, but..."

    I turned away blushing.  "I like seeing you do it," I said in 
embarrassment.

    Eric smiled and put the covers back in place.  He crawled 
back on the bed and kissed me, guiding me to lay down beside him.  
With one arm wrapped around my shoulders and holding me against 
his chest, the boy took hold of his penis and started fondling 
it.

    I lay with one arm across his smooth body, my face laying 
against his tiny nipple, looking down his long, slender body to 
his big penis.  It grew erect rather quickly as he felt it and 
rubbed across my shoulder blades and he took it in his fist and 
started pulling the foreskin back, revealing the big brown head.  
This felt very nice and I lay smiling as I watched him masturbat-
ing again.  I still felt intensely eager to suck on his like he 
had mine, but, despite all Eric's soothing, I did still feel 
exhausted and was content to let him do it himself.  He seemed to 
like it just as much and was smiling just to hold me and have me 
watching him.

    I rubbed my skinny arm up and down on his ribs and held 
lovingly to his small chest to remind him that he had a little 
boy in his arms.  It was so pleasant to watch his soft brown 
foreskin rubbing his penis head and to feel his slender body 
growing hard with gently growing pleasure.  He didn't rub with 
the same intensity he had that afternoon and, instead, slowly 
built his pleasure up with gentle determination.  This was very 
pretty to watch and he was soon moaning softly, his chest vibrat-
ing against mine.

    Although I watched his skinny thighs and thin belly rippling 
slowly, I was surprised when his hips started to jerk and his 

beautiful penis head started squirting out his beautiful semen.  
It squirt out against my arm and sprinkled across his chest and 
belly in little droplets of thin boy juice.  His orgasm was much 
more gentle than it had been earlier that day and infinitely more 
lovely and pleasant than mine had been and the boy seemed to 
enjoy it just as much as he did the really passionate ones.  
Soon, he was laying there holding his dripping penis as it sof-
tened, smiling with a warm blush.

    I smiled as I sat up and started licking his sperm from my 
arm.  His ejaculation had been as strong as before and there was 
just as much semen.  He smiled at me as I blushed and enjoyed his 
wonderful sperm, holding to my thin shoulders as I leaned over 
and licked it from his chest and belly.  It felt nice and warm, 
wonderful as it coated my tongue with his sweet, innocent seed.

    When his body and penis were cleaned of sperm, I lay down 
beside him and he held me again, weariness overcoming us as our 
pleasure was sated.

    "Can I..." I began in embarrassment.

    "What?" he smiled at my boyish face.

    "Can I... you know... suck on your penis sometime, too?" I 
asked.

    He grinned with pride at me.  "Yeah," he said happily.  "You 
can do it tomorrow if you want."

    I nodded and smiled.

    We lay there for a long time holding each other, too tired 
from the day's play to crawl under the covers.  Feeling warm and 
loved against the smooth, beautiful young teenager's body, I 
dropped into peaceful, innocent slumber.

    *     *     *     *     *

    There was a happy smile on my face as I slowly came to con-
sciousness. For long moments I was aware only of the naked boy in 
my arms and how soft and smooth his skin felt next to mine.  We 
were laying side by side, his smooth boy chest pressed against 
mine, his long, smooth legs spread apart and holding my skinny 
body between them, his big cock pressed directly against my 
hairless little boyhood.  Soon, however, voices began to seep 
through and I lay still to listen to them.

    "You knew I didn't want this to happen!" Master Thorne was 
saying in a loud and angry whisper.

    "What happen?" Mama's voice brushed him aside.  "All I see 
are two boys sleeping together."

    "And do you have any idea what the two of them must have been 
doing all night?!" I could feel the fury in his voice and stayed 
quiet more from fear than curiosity.

    "I imagine they played those same boyhood games that you used 
to play..." she replied, the smile heavy in her voice.

    "Yes, I specifically said I didn't want Eric playing with 
that boy after the little stunt they pulled yesterday.  That Kovz 
Boy cost me an awful lot of money!" he almost screamed, cutting 
off the end to keep from waking us.

    "Honestly, Master Thorne.  What is all this silliness about 
Kovz boys or whatever it is you call them?"

    "He's a very special breed of boy.  They say a boy who learns 
it with a Kovz Boy is certain to have only boy children."

    "Oh, posh.  Look at them laying there.  Poor dears must not 
have gotten any sleep at all." She laughed a little bit and I 
half expected to hear Master Thorne hit her.

    There was a long pause and I could feel their eyes on us.  
This terrified me, for I knew we were both stark naked and that 
we'd never crawled beneath the covers meaning they could clearly 
see us hugging each other and our naked penises pressed together.

    "That Eric's going to fetch you a fine dowry, Master Thorne.  
Dear boy just plays all day long."

    "Yeah," the man agreed in a quieter voice.  "Can you believe 
how big his penis is, and he's still growing, too."

    "Yes, sir, and I'm willing to bet that little child will 
bring you a fine price, too.  I don't think I've ever seen a 
prettier boy.  Look at his little penis."

    "Eh.  They say a Kovz Boy isn't any good for breeding.  Most 
of them never grow up at all.  They're just little boys all their 
lives.  I really didn't want Eric to play with him last night.  I 
was going to have the whole town over when he taught the boy the 
first time."

    "Not a whole lot you can do, now," Mama laughed.  "Child 
belongs to Eric now and it shore don't look like he's going to 
let him go.  Poor dear's been so alone since Calvin left.  Seems 
he's always having to play with himself.  That ain't no way for a 
boy to grow up."

    "Well, he's got that little boy now and when he's off and 
married I can rent that boy to some of the other men in town.  
They'd pay a good price to let their sons play with a Kovz Boy 
for a few years."

    I could feel Eric's soft, smooth body beginning to stir 
beside me and I pretended to be waking up with him.

    "Mama..." Eric's young voice cracked as he tried to cover our 
naked bodies.

    "Oh, posh," Mama smiled coming over to us.  "Don't you be shy 
now, Master Eric.  I just come to tell you breakfast is ready."

    We were both in awkward positions.  Either we rolled over and 
bared our naked penises to the woman, or we lay there with our 
naked bodies still holding each other.  We decided that having 
our penises seen was less embarrassing.  In either case, we were 
blushing tremendously as our bodies parted and our bleary eyes 
tried to find something to cover ourselves.

    Eric looked nervously up at his father as he pulled a blanket 
up over his big cock, his skinny brown body looking so small and 
timid.

    "Well, young man," Master Thorne said firmly.  "What do you 
have to say for yourself?  You get a spanking last night for 
playing with that child before I could give him to you and then 
you turn right around and spend the night with him." Eric didn't 
say anything.  His deep brown eyes just watched his father fear-
fully.

    "Eric, he could have tried to escape.  I wanted to make sure 
he was house trained before you started playing with him," Thorne 

continued, getting nothing out of Eric but his bashful eyes.  
"Couldn't you have just waited?" Still, Eric didn't say anything 
and Thorne finally shook his head leaving the room.

    "Uh... can we have breakfast in here, Mama?" the young boy 
asked nervously, as soon as his father was gone.

    "Of course, you can, dear," she replied standing and starting 
for the door.  "You boys take all the time you need.  I'll knock 
when I come back.  But remember, the church social is today and 
I'd like it if both you boys'd come."

    She left the room and closed the door.  I was searching for 
my underwear, but Eric fell back on the bed still naked.  "Golly, 
can't a guy get any privacy."

    I was so embarrassed that all I could do was smile bashfully 
at him and try to untangle my underpants enough to put them on.  
"You don't have to get dressed," Eric said, his soft hand gently 
stroking my back as I sat pulling the underwear up my legs.

    "I know," I said, though I knew nothing of the sort.  The 
idea that we had done what we had done and that everybody knew 
about it sent nervous chills of embarrassment down my spine.

    Eric giggled.  "I was embarrassed, too, the first time," he 
said.  I was so curious that I sat there in my underpants and 
turned to listen to him.  "It was this big affair, the day Pa 
decided it was time for me to learn.  We had this big dinner with 
all the town over... then Pa proposed this toast, and the next 
thing I knew Gary was taking me into the other room." He paused 
for a long moment, his face blushing at the memory.  "Everybody 
just stayed there and listened to us through the door.  I didn't 
know what Gary was doing to me, but he was loud so I was loud.  
Then we went back to the dinner table and everybody clapped." He 
was so embarrassed to be telling me that he didn't even look at 
me, just lay there blushing and looking beautiful.

    "That's the way it's normally done," he sighed sitting up, 
his big, young penis falling between his creamy thighs.  "Some 
big show when a guy does it his first time.  That's what Pa 
wanted us to do last night and why he was so mad that we did it 
at the swimming hole."

    I sat uncertainly, not knowing what to do or say.  I was more 
confused by his words than sympathetic, however, for I really had 
no idea what he was talking about.  Eric picked up his underwear 
and I sat silent and innocent watching him pull them on.  When he 
was finished, he lay back on the bed resting on one elbow and 
smiling at me.

    "I really like being with you," he blushed.

    I just swallowed with embarrassment.  I should have told him 
how much I loved being with him, but I was too shy, just sat 
there blushing and nervously pulling at the bedspread.

    "Well, what should we do today?" he grinned, his half naked 
body still laying on one elbow.

    I shrugged my bare shoulders.  "I think we're supposed to go 
to the church social," I said not looking at him.

    "We don't have to if we don't want to.  We could go swimming 
or horse riding or anything."

    "I think Mama wants us to go," I said softly.


    "Okay," the boy replied even more softly.  We looked up at 
the same moment and our eyes met.  "Are you mad at me?" he asked, 
blushing.

    "No," I said confused.  "What do you mean?"

    "Nothing.  I'm just being stupid."

    We sat in silence for a moment, then our eyes met again and 
he smiled.

    There was a knock at the door and Mama waited for our call 
before coming in.  She brought in a huge tray of breakfast things 
and neither of us dressed before digging in.

    "That's it," Mama teased.  "Eat all my food like hogs." We 
both giggled and she smiled at us.  "Lord it's nice to have happy 
boys again." She started toward the door then turned.

    "You boys want a bath before the social?"

    We hadn't even said we were going.  "Yes, Mama," Eric said 
around a mouthful of chicken.

    "One bath or two?" she asked cautiously.

    Eric's eyes shot to me, but when I just sat there looking at 
him he turned back to Mama.  "Just one," he said.

    "Well, that'll save on boiling water..."

    She left and Eric giggled.  He looked so tickled that I 
giggled too.

    After breakfast, we put on two matching, dark blue bath robes 
and went giggling down the halls and down the stairs to the 
bathroom.  It was a nice place, all wood covered, the huge tub 
set into a large deck above the floor. Eric led me up the few 
steps to the deck and I watched him undo his robe.  With a bash-
ful grin at me, he peeled his underwear down his legs and I 
watched his big penis emerge from the huge bulge in the cotton.  
He tossed it on the deck and his naked body slowly reached out a 
bare foot and tested the water with his toes.

    "Yiii," he gasped jerking his foot away and holding his 
slender chest in his arms.  "It's cold.  Mama!"

    The woman came scurrying in with a serving girl, a big pot of 
steaming water between them.  "Mercy, child, give me a moment."

    Eric didn't seem too embarrassed about being naked in front 
of the serving girl but I was glad my robe was still on.  She 
scarcely even looked at us, but I was still glad.  The other boy 
stood there somewhat impatiently and waited as they lifted the 
big pot and poured the hot water into the tub.

    "Try that, honey," Mama said, wiping her brow as they lowered 
the pot. The naked boy again stuck his toe into the water and a 
beautiful smile touched his lips.  "Perfect," he sighed.

    "Well, it's about time something was," the woman exclaimed 
leading the girl back out the door.  "You boys want anything 
else?" she asked.

    "No, Mama," Eric said.  "But could you keep people out of 
here for a while?" He was blushing now but Mama just smiled in 
conspiracy.


    "Of course, honey.  You boys take all the time you need." She 
closed the door and the two of us stood there alone.

    Eric turned and grinned at me, a cute, boyish grin but one 
that made his eyes twinkle with a gleam of sexual excitement.  He 
came slowly over to me and his large hands started to untie the 
sash holding my robe shut.  I had taken my underpants off and 
felt my naked body exposed as the boy gently held my small, 
slender waist and gazed down at my naked little penis.  The smile 
didn't leave his cute, young face as he gently pulled me toward 
him, his soft body melting against mine as his hands lovingly 
caressed my sides and back.  I could feel his big penis already 
half hard rubbing against my belly and his soft foreskin against 
my hairless, little testicles.

    I was nervous and blushing, knowing what he was doing but 
uncertain if I wanted to do it again, as I felt his hands slide 
across my shoulders and gently press the robe over them until it 
slid down my arms and fell in a pile on the floor.  Eric seemed 
so tall as he hugged me again, his smooth face leaning down to 
rub his cheek against my blond hair.  His hands continued to 
explore my soft, thin shoulders as he very tenderly pressed his 
hips against me.  Nervous and awkward, I gradually wrapped my 
arms around his slender waist and lay my face against his soft 
chest.  In seconds his half hard cock flared out in erection and 
the hard meat seemed to push my body away from it until the boy 
managed to slide it up against my belly.  It felt hot and I could 
feel it throbbing against my firm abdomen.

    "Are we going to do it again, Eric?" my young voice asked 
against his chest.

    "Yeah," Eric giggled. "Don't you want to?"

    I shrugged my bare shoulders.  "I guess so..."

    "Come on," he grinned stepping away and pulling my hand 
toward the tub. "It'll be fun."

    He walked backwards as he stepped back into the steaming tub 
and led my hands down after him.  I stepped in enjoying the feel 
of the warm water and finally smiled at him.  His cock still 
pulsed madly between us, the shiny head pressing through his 
rubbery foreskin, and I soon felt the same desire to hold it 
again.

    Eric finally let go of my hands and his body bobbed down in 
the water. I walked down the steps after him and bent my knees 
until the warm, clear liquid lapped about my neck facing him.  
Still grinning, the boy straightened his legs and raised his body 
until the head of his beautiful penis cleared the water and 
pulsed upward.  We both giggled looking at it, and Eric let four 
more inches poke out before slowly sliding it back down beneath 
the surface.  "The creature in the Thorne's bath," the boy said 
giggling as he stuck it back out again.  I giggled with him, 
still kneeling in the water and watching the gorgeous young 
teenager.  Smiling boyishly, I reached out my hand and gently 
grabbed the throbbing meat and Eric giggled louder as my small 
fingers managed to pull his foreskin back and reveal the shining 
purplish brown head of his dick.  The boy was incredibly hard and 
the head looked utterly smooth and beautifully formed with his 
big erection.

    He lowered himself back in the water giggling and I watched 
his brown foreskin slide across the head until the boy was back 
under water.  His arms stroked backward slowly as he maneuvered 
his pretty body back onto the steps leading out the far side.  I 
could see his cute, hairless armpits as he held his arms out for 

me.  "Come here," he grinned.

    I swam toward him smiling and felt him turn my small body 
until it was laying on the steps beside him, the water running up 
to my chest, but so clear my little penis was easy to see as was 
the huge penis and soft peach fuzz between Eric's soft thighs.  
He held my thin shoulders with one arm and turned his head to 
kiss my hair and forehead.  Feeling good against him, my hand 
reached out to his chest and began to stroke it gently.  It felt 
hard and very smooth in the water, the ridges of his young mus-
cles and slender ribs firm against my fingers.  Despite the heat 
of the water, the boy's brown nipples were still small and erect.  
He was still kissing me softly as I led my hand down to rub 
across the firm muscles of his smooth, hairless abdomen and the 
small hole of his young belly button.  His cock began to throb 
against the back of my hand and I gazed at it for long moments 
pulsing madly.  The water magnified its size and his foreskin 
looked smoother and even more fleshy.  His hairless, brown scro-
tum clung less tightly to his big testicles and I could see them 
hanging slightly in the soft sack.  Around the magnified image of 
his penis, I could see the pretty, dark shadow of his soft peach 
fuzz and allowed my hand to slip farther down until I could pet 
them feeling the soft mound between his legs.

    He was hugging my thin body and holding to my bare shoulder 
still kissing my face as my fingers slowly wrapped around the 
thick base of his penis and he moaned softly as they slowly felt 
up the long, fleshy seven inches of his young organ.  I could 
hear him gasping against my ear and felt his legs spreading wider 
as my little fingers felt him out, too small even to reach around 
his big cock.  His whole body twitched as my hand tightened into 
a fist, feeling his penis throb rhythmically, and pulled his 
foreskin up until it covered his big head and formed a fleshy 
nipple at the end.  "Yeah," he sighed, his mouth open as he 
dragged his lips across my cheek and forehead.

    I pulled the foreskin back toward his balls and the boy 
stiffened tensely and stared down as his beautiful head reemerged 
even shinier.  "Wait," he gasped gently pulling my hand from his 
dick.  He was still panting as his butt slid up two more steps 
pulling his penis clear of the water.  "You're supposed to learn 
how to suck today," he grinned at me.

    "What do I do?" I asked confused.

    "Come up here," the young teenager said, his fingers rubbing 
my underarms as he pulled me up between his legs.  Soon my face 
was practically pressed against his big testicles.  "No," the boy 
giggled.  "You'll have to get farther up." He pulled me higher 
until I could feel his scrotum and the base of his penis against 
my chest and neck, the throbbing knob now just below my nose. The 
boy panted louder.  "Now, pull the skin back." I grabbed his 
thick cock and again pulled back on it until the head shown clear 
of his foreskin.  "Go ahead," he gasped desperately, his hard, 
naked body already showing signs of his intense excitement.

    The thirteen year old boy was so excited I delayed a moment 
looking up at the desperation in his smiling face, then my eyes 
slowly slipped down his rippling young body and stared full on 
his big penis head, now looking more purple than brown.  Taking 
my cue from what he had done to my little penis the previous day, 
I kissed his cock first, felt the hard, shiny skin pulse against 
my lips.  It felt wonderful, so hard and smooth, yet soft beneath 
the boy's soft skin.  I wanted to taste it and opened my lips 
just enough to rub his dick against the slimy insides.  It tasted 
like any other part of the boy might, kind of like my arm might 
taste after a bath, clean and exciting.  Wanting to taste more, I 
licked the hard head and tasted it full on my slimy tongue.  Eric 

got so excited by this that he closed his eyes and rolled his 
head to the side, smiling and gasping like a young angel.

    Again I pressed the hard head against my lips and slowly 
pressed it between them, feeling my slimy mouth encircle the hard 
throbbing thing and feeling it warm and smooth on my tongue.  As 
I had learned the previous night, the boy was too big for my 
mouth to hold more than the head, but this I held to tenderly 
being careful not to bite it with the teeth it was pulsing 
against. Eric had said suck, so I very gently sucked on it, felt 
my cheeks sink in as my slimy tongue licked back and forth across 
the firm ridge around the bottom.

    "Rub it too," Eric moaned loudly, and I remembered the throb-
bing shaft still warm in my hand.  I started masturbating him and 
he moaned even louder, so loud that I knew half the house must 
have heard him.  I just lay there feeling his smooth legs rub 
against my naked sides as the boy pumped his hips, his body 
squirming slowly.  "That's it!" Eric's boyish voice cracked, his 
eyes still closed as he smiled and twisted his soft neck.  "Do it 
faster!" I did as I was told and soon the boy was grunting, his 
body squirming faster, his smooth face filled with beautiful 
pleasure.

    I almost coughed when I felt his penis squirting liquid into 
my mouth, tasted the wonderful sweetness of his boy cream.  
"Don't stop!" he cried loudly as I paused and tasted his juice.  
I started rubbing him again and still sucked gently and the boy 
quickly radiated intense orgasmic joy.  He grunted and wailed 
ever louder and I could feel his body squirming faster.  "Oh," he 
cried. "Oooooohhh!" The room literally echoed with his loud, 
delighted moans.  His ribs poked from his chest as his slender 
body arched and I stared at the hard beauty of his smooth, hair-
less skin.  "Ugh!  Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted loudly as orgasm seized 
him forcing him to thrust his hips out at my face with pubescent 
strength.  Again I felt his penis squirting into my mouth, felt 
the warm, sweet cream coat his penis before I managed to swallow 
it.  He ejaculated more juice this second time and it tasted even 
better with his young sperm.

    I started to let his penis go so I could swallow his sperm 
easier, but the boy's large hands grabbed my blond hair and held 
my head between his legs. His hips slowed their bucking and he 
pushed them slowly upward my head riding his penis as I felt it 
ooze more cream from the small slit on the hard head.  I was 
still holding his foreskin back and realized suddenly how much my 
forearm ached with my tight grip.

    Eric's beautiful body slowly relaxed and he smiled with sheer 
happiness as he grew limp against the stairs, his young muscles 
exhausted by his powerful orgasm.  He still moaned, but they were 
sweet, quiet moans from deep in his boyish chest.  I could feel 
his fingers stroking my hair and could feel his big penis growing 
softer in my mouth.  I had managed to swallow almost all his boy 
cream though a little bit trickled down my chin.  He made no move 
to let my head free from his cock, so I just lay there sucking 
gently on it.  It became more difficult to keep his foreskin back 
as his penis softened, and his head finally slipped back into it, 
the rubbery flesh feeling so different from the rock hard erec-
tion I'd been sucking.

    A full minute passed before the boy finally let me up and I 
let his penis slide from my lips and saw it fall limp and rubbery 
on his belly, glowing red and coated with my saliva.  His fore-
skin completed covered his penis now and it looked a pretty shade 
of brown blending in with his smooth, brown scrotum. Eric sat up 
as I stared at his penis and kissed his sperm from my chin, then 
kissed my lips.  He was still gasping, his small, muscular chest 

swelling with youthful beauty.

    "That felt so good," he blushed up at me as he lay his naked 
body back down.  I slid down the youth's hairless legs and float-
ed back in the water, the little penis between my legs still limp 
as I smiled back at the incredible beauty of his satisfied body.  
He grinned back, and slid down into the water after me.  His 
large hands immediately began caressing my small naked body, more 
than once fondling the small, hairless boyhood between my legs.  
He seemed to accept the fact that I didn't have an erection with 
happy nonchalance, just liked to play with me.

    "Come on," he said, standing and walking to the side.  "I'll 
wash you." He picked up a cake of soap and smiled at me as I 
stood up near him.  "No," he grinned.  "Lay down up there so I 
can reach everything." I was a little shy about this suggestion, 
but did as I was told and climbed out of the pool laying my naked 
body down near the edge.  My naked, little penis lay in its 
hairless youth on my small pink scrotum and I giggled down at it, 
expecting the boy to play with it.

    Eric didn't grab the little boyhood, however.  He was grin-
ning like the Cheshire Cat as he knelt on his knees against the 
side of the tub, his large hands lathering up with the soap.  He 
started at my shoulders and the delightful touch of his slimy 
hands made me giggle.  It felt ticklish and the slimy soap made 
my skin feel even softer and smoother as he rubbed me.  He rubbed 
soap across my small chest and tiny purple nipples and slipped 
his slimy hands down under my arms to rub my armpits and all down 
my baby soft sides.  I couldn't help giggling as he went lower on 
me, his hands tickling my little tummy until my face grew red 
with embarrassed delight.  The boy bypassed my penis, and went 
directly to my legs, rubbing soap all along my smooth, hairless 
thighs and slender calves, making me laugh as he washed my feet.  
He grinned at my face as he worked slowly back up my thin legs, 
his large hands rubbing along my inner thighs, moving ever closer 
to my boyhood.  I was gasping by the time I felt his slimy fin-
gers rubbing the bottom of my pink scrotum, probing the little 
brown hole to my butt.  My penis felt a brief tingle then stif-
fened rapidly until its slender two inch length throbbed with 
boyish erection.

    We both giggled as I blushed and Eric tenderly fondled my 
little testicles, covering my hairless scrotum in slimy soap, his 
large hands making the small sack of skin and little balls feel 
smaller.  I could feel his fingers probe along the base of my 
penis as the soap coated the smooth, hairless mound. He felt 
across the soft skin for a long while as I blushed brighter and 
brighter.  Gingerly, the thirteen year old's fingers took hold of 
my little erection, playing with it until the purple head shined 
beneath a layer of slimy soap.  He held it, feeling it throbbing 
between his fingers, and I half expected him to masturbate me.  I 
was growing so horny by his caresses, I was eager to feel my 
boyish pleasure again.  But Eric didn't rub my stiff boyhood.  
Instead, his slimy hands held to my skinny belly and both stroked 
up my slimy body making me convulse in excited giggles.  His soft 
palms began to rub faster across my body and I squealed in laugh-
ter, tickled so much I couldn't breathe.  Eric just laughed and 
kept rubbing across my belly and chest, occasionally rubbing 
across my penis to keep it stiff and frantic for orgasm.

    "Eric!" I giggled.  "Stop it!  I can't breathe!" Finally the 
cute, naked boy's hands slowed and came to a rest holding my 
slender abdomen.  He knelt smiling at me and I smiled in embar-
rassed love for him, my breath still quick from my exertion.  My 
naked body was covered with slimy soap and my little penis 
throbbed between my legs in lather.


    "You want to stick it in my bottom?" he blushed, one of his 
hands slowly rubbing up my chest and fingering my little nipple.

    I grew serious when he said that, for my mind was filled with 
the pain the boys had caused me in the orphanage.  "Inside it?" I 
swallowed nervously.

    "Yeah," the boy blushed, his hand sliding back down to hold 
my belly.  I didn't say anything, just looked down at my pulsing 
penis confused.

    "Come on," Eric said, standing in the water and walking up 
the steps. "Don't wash off," the boy stopped me when I started to 
climb in the pool.  It's fun when you're slimy." I sat up on my 
knees and watched as the boy grabbed his bathrobe and put it on a 
pile on the deck.  He crawled down on all fours so that the robe 
was between his legs and I could see his big penis dangling 
beneath his body.  "Well, come on," his voice cracked.  He was 
blushing as bright red as I was, but I got up on my knees and 
moved toward him, my stiff little penis sticking straight out 
from my body.  "No, get behind me and put your knees on the 
robe." I did as the boy told me, staring at his smooth, round 
bottom as I neared it.  I could see his spine sticking out the 
length of his slender back and the pretty ripples of his should-
ers and shoulder blades where his back broadened in smooth, brown 
skin.  I could also see, however, between the smooth cheeks of 
the boy's butt, a small, dark brown, hairless hole where I was 
expected to stick my penis.

    "Go ahead," he urged me, his cute face twisted around to 
watch as much as possible.  I looked down at my throbbing little 
penis, still covered with the soap that coated my body.  It 
looked so small and innocent with its hairless pink skin.  Then I 
looked at Eric's tight, little butthole again and felt nervous 
butterflies in my stomach.  Eric didn't rush me as I slid my hips 
closer to him, holding his hips to steady myself.  My little 
purple penis head was less then an inch from his small, brown 
butthole, and I moved it closer feeling still more nervous.  I 
stared down at it as I placed it against the hole then slowly 
pressed my hips forward.  The stiff little penis immediately 
slipped up the boy's crack and I felt my little balls against his 
butt.

    "Use your hand," he instructed.  I was gasping and even 
letting out little crying moans as I took my little erection in 
my fingers and again placed the small, purple head against his 
butthole.  I pushed forward again and almost felt the penis slip 
away again, but my fingers held it pointed straight at the boy's 
butt and instead I felt the firm resistance of his body.  I 
pressed harder on it and was about to think it wouldn't go in 
when I suddenly felt his hole opening and saw my little head 
disappear into it.

    I gasped immediately and stared at the exposed shaft of my 
boyhood where it slipped inside the young boy.  Still holding it 
with my fingers, I gently pushed my hips forward and felt the 
slender little penis slide easily up Eric's butt.  It felt tight 
and warm and I moved my hand allowing me to insert the last of my 
erection into him until my pink, hairless scrotum was all the way 
against his butt.

    "That's it," Eric giggled delightedly.  "It feels good.  Now 
lay down on me."

    Swallowing and panting, I slowly lay my chest down until it 
was resting on the boy's smooth young back.  The soap made us 
both feel slimy, a pleasure I would have enjoyed more had my 
penis not been so intensely excited about being in his butt.  I 

lay my cheek down on his shoulder blade and delighted in the warm 
smoothness of his skin.  Without thinking about it, my arms 
wrapped around his firm chest and I rubbed across it lovingly.

    "Rub it in and out," the boy said.  For a moment I didn't 
know what he was talking about.  When I realized he meant my 
penis, I began gasping and panting with boyish excitement.  It 
wasn't easy to move very well holding to the naked boy beneath 
me, but my penis was so small it really didn't matter.  All I had 
to do was pull my hips back slightly and then push them back 
forward and I soon felt my little erection sliding easily in and 
out of his butt.  The hole was tight, but my penis was so small 
and slimy with soap that it fucked the boy without problem.

    Eric giggled at my moans and pants and kept encouraging me to 
go faster. Soon my little body was fucking him so frantically I 
looked like I was just jerking on top of him.  My hands still 
caressed the boy's young chest and I managed to stroke his arm-
pits and worship the soft, boyish flesh there.  I cried out 
suddenly when I felt my penis slide from his butthole, and was so 
excited I quickly got up on my knees and grabbed the frantic 
erection.  Without waiting for guidance, I held it against his 
little butthole and shoved it back into him, the stiff little 
thing penetrating his body without problem.  The reentry caused 
my pleasure to increase, however, and I lay forward on his back 
moaning and facing him even more desperately.  There was someth-
ing intensely pleasing about feeling my penis slide in and out 
the tight hole, something about feeling his soft body between my 
legs, something that made my little penis feel big and mature 
instead of the hairless, little boyhood it was.

    Eric didn't say anything as I squeezed his slender chest even 
tighter and let out high pitched grunts of excitement.  I could 
feel his lungs as they expanded for air, felt his smooth body 
swell with every one.  My boyish orgasm climaxed sending my 
senses reeling and I shoved my little penis into the boy's butt 
with fierce determination, my body jerking in uncontrollable 
pleasure.  I was still facing him when I came back to earth, my 
penis still sliding in and out as I lay whimpering with pleasure 
on his broad, young shoulders.  When the hairless, little thing 
had grown too limp, I pulled it from his tight little hole but 
still lay with it pressed against the warm crack.  I felt so worn 
out I didn't want to let go of him and continued stroking his 
smooth, soft, boyish skin.

    Eric rolled over after a while and grinned lovingly up at me.  
I lay my exhausted body down on him, felt his big rubbery penis 
between our bodies as he hugged, and gently petted my thin back.

    The door opened and Gary stuck his head in staring at our 
naked, slimy bodies as they hugged each other.  "Breakfast is 
ready," his deep voice said. Eric and I both jumped at the intru-
sion but the young adolescent just kept watching us.

    "Get out of here!" Eric yelled sitting up on his butt, his 
big penis falling between his legs.  "Mama!" Gary's face disap-
peared and he slammed the door quickly.  I scarcely had time to 
sit up when the door opened again and Mama entered.

    "What is it, child?" she asked, scarcely glancing at our 
naked bodies.

    "Gary won't leave us alone," the cute boy whined.

    "Why that...  You boys just go back to playing with each 
other.  I'll take care of that young man..."

    Eric shook his head and sighed at me.  "Come on," he said, 

smiling suddenly with happiness.  He crawled over into the tub 
and held out his arms for me as I crawled in after him.  We 
cleaned each other off, then played games in the water, wrestling 
and throwing it around the room, the youth's big penis and my 
little boyhood naked and content.

    After breakfast, the two of us went to Eric's room to dress.  
We both wore matching dark blue shorts and baby blue, mesh tank 
tops with no shoes.  It was a warm day, and Eric said we should 
wear something comfortable to church.

    Shorts and skimpy tank tops seemed too comfortable to me, but 
when we arrived at church I was astonished to see that most of 
the boys our age were stark naked.  We rode in on Eric's horse 
apart from the rest of the family and I was even more astonished 
when Master Thorne saw us.  As soon as we crawled off the horse 
he grabbed Eric's bare biceps and jerked him aside.

    "What are you doing in that outfit, young man?" he hissed.

    Eric tried to look boldly up at him but it was obvious he was 
only a timid young boy.  "We felt like it," he said.

    "How is anyone supposed to know what you look like if you're 
wearing clothes?"

    Eric shrugged, his dark brown eyes now too shy to look back 
up at the man as he blushed.

    "Take them off!  I want these people to see that penis of 
yours. Kelvin's, too.  There's a new family in town and they're 
interested in renting him." The man hitched up his slacks and 
strolled back to the group of men he'd been talking with as if 
nothing had happened.

    Eric looked near tears as he tied the horse to the hitching 
post.

    "What's wrong?" my little voice asked.

    "Oh, he wants us to take our clothes off so the people can 
look at us," he said as if it made sense.

    "Why?" I asked.

    The boy blushed brighter and sighed.  "Because a lot of 
people who come here are looking for boys for their girls to 
marry.  Pa thinks they'll pay a lot for me because my penis is so 
big."

    "You mean he's trying to sell you?!" I asked in shock.

    "No.  He wants the dowry.  There aren't enough boys to go 
around for all the girls, so the girl whose parents pay the 
biggest dowry usually gets the boy and they pay more for boys 
with bigger ones."

    "Why?" I asked.

    "Because they think big penises make more boys."

    "Why does he want me to take mine off?  I have a little one."

    "Yeah, but you're a Kovz Boy.  He wants to loan you to 
someone so their son can play with you."

    "You mean naked?" I asked, shocked at the thought.


    "Yeah," my boy sighed, "but don't worry:  they can't make you 
do it if you don't want to.  Just say no if you don't like him.  
Or tell me.  I'll tell them for you."

    I was really confused, but I didn't say anything.  Not look-
ing at all happy, the cute boy stepped back and pulled his tank 
top over his head and off. His soft, naked chest looked so ador-
able in the warm sunlight.  I just watched as he grabbed his 
shorts and slid them down his legs, his big penis swinging bet-
ween his thighs.

    Horrendously embarrassed, but eager to help my friend, I 
stripped off my own clothes then blushed at him with a loving 
smile.  He smiled back and I felt his arm wrap around my thin 
shoulders as he led me toward the group of men talking with his 
father.  If there was a shortage of boys in their community, one 
wouldn't know it to be at the church social.  Naked boys seemed 
to be everywhere, running, laughing, playing, their young penis-
es, some with the beginning stages of pubic hair growth but most 
as hairless and little as mine, dangling in full view for every-
one to see.  Women walked around with their daughters, eyeing the 
boys with obvious interest in their penises, like they were 
buying cattle or something.  Sometimes a boy would stop and I'd 
stare amazed as the women and girls would examine his penis 
sometimes even feeling it or stroking his peach fuzz or pubic 
hair.

    Other boys seemed to be in pairs, as naked as the others but 
obviously together.  These were examined every bit as much as the 
others and all the boys blushed nervously when they knew they 
were being looked at.  Eric avoided the meat market, however, and 
we walked with arms around each other's bodies toward his father.

    Master Thorne tensed visibly when he saw us approach, my 
little circumcised penis sitting between my legs.

    "Ah, John, this must be the boy you brought from the orphan-
age," one of the men smiled at me causing me to blush.  I could 
feel his eyes scan my body and felt glad that Eric was holding 
me.  "A Southland boy, eh?"

    "Uh, no, actually, he's a Kovz Boy," Master Thorne said with 
casual pride.

    "Is that true?" another man asked.  "I thought that was just 
a rumor."

    "Well, now you see," Thorne smiled proudly.

    The other men again looked at me but even more closely, a 
degree of awe in their eyes that made me feel even more shy.

    "A Kovz Boy..." one of them said.  "Where'd you get the money 
for one of them?"

    "Well, when you've got a boy like Eric, you have to get him 
the very best."

    "Looks like Master Eric has a playmate again," the man smiled 
causing the others to laugh and Eric to blush.  "Seems a little 
young for Eric though isn't he, John?"

    "Oh, perhaps, but they're such a cute pair of boys, aren't 
they?"

    The men nodded agreeably.

    "Well, if you were looking for a little boy for Eric you 

could have had my Tommy.  He's a little young yet but I'd have 
paid well for Eric's services. He looks like he has a lot of 
sperm for a young boy," the man said glancing at Eric's big 
penis.  "Fact, he might be able to handle two boys, John.  Boy 
like that needs a lot of attention."

    "Yes, well, from the sounds of things around the house, he's 
getting it," Master Thorne said dryly, causing the men to laugh 
again.

    "Eric, how much longer before your birthday?"

    "Nine months, sir," the boy's voice cracked.

    "Any bids yet?" the man asked Master Thorne.

    "Some."

    "As much as Gary fetched?"

    "Perhaps.  Ah, Mr. Wellesley, there you are."

    He had seen a man approaching and we all turned to see who it 
was.  He was a young man in his late twenties.  Despite the 
casual attitude of everyone else in the area, the young man 
seemed noticeably tense and seemed to be avoiding looking at all 
the naked boys.

    "Master Throne," he nodded, stopping near us, blushing face 
looking intently at Thorne and away from Eric and I.

    "Mr. Wellesley, I'd like you to meet my son Eric," Thorne 
smiled, taking Eric by the shoulder and pulling both of us closer 
to the nervous man.

    His sky blue eyes glanced at Eric's big penis and he swal-
lowed.  "Hi," he said, briefly shaking Eric's hand.  "He's the 
one you want me to get for Robin?" the man asked, turning quickly 
back to Thorne.

    "Oh, no, Mr. Wellesley," Thorne smiled like a snake.  "Eric 
isn't a Kovz Boy.  You want Robin to have soemone special, don't 
you?"

    "Well," the man sighed.  "We're new to this religion, Master 
Throne and I really don't know all the procedures.  In, uh, 
Vinepak our boys don't... you know."

    "All the more reason for Robin to have a boy like Kely, 
here," Thorne smiled, taking my thin shoulders and pulling me 
away from Eric.

    "He's awful little," the man swallowed nervously.

    "Yes, but he's the best thing for a twelve year old boy, a 
good thing for keeping him from masturbating and doing all sorts 
of perverted things to himself.  And you need to do something 
soon, Mr.  Wellesley.  Robin is at the age where he needs a boy 
like Kely."

    "But if he belongs to Eric..."

    "And so he does.  We're talking about a loan here, Mr.  
Wellesley.  Trust me, after one evening with Kely, Robin will be 
good to any boy you get for him and he'll be ready to marry in a 
couple of years."

    "That's a fact, Bob," one of the other men added on Thorne's 

behalf. "If I could afford it, I'd get him for Timmy right now.  
Nothing like a Kovz Boy for helping a boy learn the right way."

    "Here, here," the other men agreed.

    "It just isn't done like this in the Southlands," Wellesley 
said uncomfortably.

    "Well, you're in the heart of Dairean country now, Bob," 
Thorne said, switching to the familiar.  "Trust those of us who 
know and get little Robin started out with boys the right way.  
You'll be glad you did later on.  Trust me."

    "Five pounds of gold?" Wellesley shook his head.

    "Robin will bring you ten times that in a couple of years...  
if he's taught right.  Eric, you boys run along and play, now.  
We have business to discuss."

    "Yes, sir," my young friend said, pulling my naked body along 
after him.

    "I don't understand," I said as we approached a group of 
naked boys standing off alone.  I could feel his hairless armpit 
against my shoulder.  It felt nice and warm.

    "Pa's going to charge that man so his son can play with you," 
Eric said, as if that made sense.

    "Why?" I asked, still confused.

    "Never mind," the boy said squeezing my body briefly.  "Just 
remember: they can't make you do it if you don't want to."

    Every woman and girl in the area was watching Eric and I 
walking together.  Some must have been staring at Eric, for even 
soft his penis was a full five inches long and dangled between 
his legs looking bigger than any of the other naked boys I could 
see.  More than a few pointed at my hairless little penis with 
its circumcised, purple head.

    The three boys we approached all greeted Eric with friendly 
smiles and handshakes.  They all looked at me with mixtures of 
curiosity and desire.  All three of them were naked and I 
blushed, leaning close to Eric's smooth body, stealing glances at 
the three new boys.

    "Who's the little boy, Thorne?" a dark haired boy asked.  He 
was very cute and if any of the boys looked at me with more 
desire than curiosity, he was the one.

    "This is Kelvin," Eric said, squeezing my thin shoulders 
again and making me blush.  "Pa bought him for me."

    "Kelvin?" the dark haired boy laughed.  "What kind of a name 
is that?"

    "It doesn't matter, David," Eric defended me.  "Just leave 
him alone." He paused and gave the boy a chance to say something 
more, but David stayed quiet.  Eric was four inches taller than 
him and I figured the boys knew which was stronger.

    "That's David," Eric nodded toward the cute, dark haired boy.  
David was pretty but not near as pretty as Eric was.  Like Eric 
the boy had a darker complexion than normal though he was still 
paler than my friend.  His chest was slender with two little 
brown nipples.  The penis between his legs was hanging down more 
than four inches and looked like he was on the verge of an erec-

tion as his horny smile gazed at my naked little body.  His 
testicles were rather large and held his penis up quite well.  
The only category he really beat Eric in was pubic hair for the 
boy's short little hairs had begun to grow wiry, though they were 
still very sparse and looked soft.

    "That's Michael," Eric continued to the next boy.  I couldn't 
put my finger on it but there was something intensely sexual 
about Michael that could almost have given me an erection.  The 
boy was cute, without doubt, but if you really looked at him he 
wasn't as cute as Eric.  He had darker skin, but his hair was a 
soft brown color, not near as dark as David and Eric's.  He had a 
small chest, but it swelled out looking hard beneath two tiny 
young nipples and his flat abdomen rippled all the way down to 
his smooth, hairless belly and a belly button as small as I had 
ever seen.  His penis didn't look as long as David's in its limp 
state, but it did look like it would taste good somehow. Little 
blue veins could be made out surrounding a brown shaft and a 
foreskin that completely concealed the boy's penis head and left 
a fleshy nipple at the end.  He didn't have any more pubic hair 
than Eric; nothing but soft brown peach fuzz in a small triangle 
between his legs.

    "And that's Michael's boy, Shane." Shane was a delightful 
young boy, made all the prettier to me because he was the same 
height and his penis was as smooth and hairless as mine.  Still, 
it was plainly bigger than mine and looked cute in the boy's 
smooth, pale foreskin.  He had a skinny body that blushed with 
his embarrassment at being naked, but our shared innocence led 
him to smile boyishly at me and I wanted to be his friend very 
much.

    "You going to Erin's bachelor party," David asked Eric.

    "Yeah," he said.  "When are you guys leaving?"

    "In about an hour," Michael said.  Even his voice seemed 
sexual to me and when he smiled I could feel my penis tingle.  
"Soon as we can shake this place off without getting our old 
man's mad at us."

    "I hear you," Eric's young voice agreed.

    "You'll be lucky if your Pa ever lets you leave," David 
grinned.  "I hear he's trying to get 250 pounds for you."

    "Who said?"

    "It gets around."

    Eric shrugged his bare shoulders and I could feel his hair-
less armpit against my body again.

    "Eric, dear." We turned and a woman was bending down to the 
boy's level smiling with covetous desire.  A younger woman in her 
late teens was with her and she too smiled at the naked boy and 
looked at his penis.  "Clarisse and I have been looking all over 
for you."

    Eric smiled and nodded.  His face was more red than brown as 
he flushed with embarrassment.

    "Is this your new little boyfriend?" she smiled at me her 
eyes looking openly down at my penis.  She seemed to be taken 
aback by it and turned back to Eric.

    "Yes, mam'n," the boy blushed.


    "Oh, how nice." She looked at me again, now, the look of 
disappointment in my little penis fading somewhat.  "You're an 
awfully little boy to have a boyfriend like Eric, aren't you?"

    I just nodded, blushing brighter than Eric.  I jumped and 
grabbed the naked boy's chest as I felt the woman reach down and 
stroke my little penis with her fingers.  Having her fondle me 
down there upset me and I thought I'd cry as I buried myself 
closer and closer to Eric's smooth skin.  Her thumb was petting 
my little penis head and she gave no sign of getting bored, her 
fingers tickling my small testicles.  Still, she was gentle and I 
panted boyishly as I felt the little meat stiffen into a frantic 
little erection.

    "Oh, that's nice," the woman beamed happily.  "How old are 
you, boy?"

    I couldn't answer, half because of embarrassment and half 
because I didn't know how old I was.

    "He's only eleven," Eric's young voice cracked.

    "Well, you're doing a wonderful job with him, Eric," she said 
finally letting my stiff little penis go.  "We'll look forward to 
his growing up." As suddenly as she appeared, the woman left 
taking the girl with her.  I stood in wide-eyed, trembling fear, 
my penis sticking straight out and drawing the eyes of everyone 
in the area, who looked at it and grinned approvingly.  Not the 
least of the stares came from the boys who were with us for they 
stared at my erection with keen interest, David's mouth even 
watering.

    "You want to go play?" Eric asked me.

    I shook my head against his chest wanting only to get away 
from the whole place.  "Where's the party at?" Eric asked the 
boys.

    I glanced up and saw Michael still staring at my penis, a 
boyish smile on his cute face and a tender blush across his 
cheeks.  "At the Boy's Club," David said.  "We got the whole 
building except for the children's part."

    "We'll see you there," Eric nodded.

    He walked me around the boys and blessedly away from the 
crowds.  I could feel my erection beginning to soften already but 
wanted only to be with my friend. ??