The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1: Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Four
An hour later, Eric and I were back in his room changing
clothes. My spirits improved immeasurably over the course of the
day, and I found myself looking delightedly forward to going to
the party that afternoon. I stood naked and giggling as Eric dug
through his drawers throwing clothes around the room as he tried
to find the perfect outfit for us. He was just as naked as I was
and every time he flung a pair of trousers over his shoulder, his
big penis would swing madly between his smooth, slender thighs.
"I can't find anything that looks right," the boy sighed at
last, leaning back against the drawers, his arms folded across
his slender chest. I was smiling down at his big penis, laying
between his legs almost its full length, the knobby head com-
pletely covered in his smooth brown foreskin. I blushed up at
him and saw him smiling happily at me looking at him.
"What looks right?" I asked him, with a slight giggle and
blush.
"It has to be really pretty so the boys can see how cute you
are," he said walking over to me. When he reached me, he took me
in his long, skinny arms and held my naked body close to his. I
loved feeling the warmth of his body against mine, adored the
wonderful softness of his light brown skin. I heard him giggle
softly as my hairless little boyhood stiffened against his smooth
thigh. I giggled too, embarrassed by my constant erections.
"You're such a good boy, Kelvin," he said, his big hands lightly
caressing my thin shoulders and back.
"Will you..." I began.
"What?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"Will you suck on it?" I blushed bright red.
"No, no," he said, holding to my skinny biceps and backing
away from my glowing erection. "You should wait until the Boy's
Club."
"Can't we go naked?" I asked, having gotten somewhat used to
people seeing my bald penis and enjoying the attention they gave
it.
"No," Eric giggled, letting me go and walking back to the
drawers. "The little boys can't see us naked."
"Little boys saw us at church," I said softly.
"That was different. What should we wear," he asked, looking
about in frustration. I could see how awkward his tall, gangly
body was as my eyes lovingly gazed down his skinny back, round
bottom, and smooth thighs. I glanced down at my hairless erec-
tion and sighed softly, wishing he would make love to me.
"Hey, what about those silk clothes you wore when you got
here?" the boy's high pitched voice cracked suddenly.
I had to think a moment before I remembered the silks in my
room. Soon, our naked bodies were giggling and jostling each
other as we tried to sneak down the hall to my room. We were
almost to my door when Thorne appeared. I backed against Eric's
bare chest and abdomen and felt his long arm wrapped protectively
around my shoulders.
"Hello, boys," he said. I could smell alcohol coming from
him and could tell that he was more than a little drunk. I took
hold of my penis, blessedly limp again, and held it covered in my
hand. It felt nice, but I was embarrassed when Thorne leered
down at me crouching there against my skinny lover.
"Hi, Pa," Eric replied, holding me lovingly and too embar-
rassed to look at his father. The adult man was looking at
Eric's big cock as it hung down on his big testicles and I could
almost feel the tall boy fighting to keep from concealing it.
"The bidding's heating up, Eric," the man said, with a leer
at the big penis and his thirteen year old son's naked body. "By
the time you're married next year you're going to be the most
expensive boy in Tarsec Village's history. Who knows, you may be
the first boy to have a whole harem to fuck."
Eric stood there blushing, huddled back against the door and
holding me close against his warm body. He seemed very embar-
rassed at having his body again scrutinized like a side of beef.
"And you!" the man suddenly said, surprising us both when he
smiled down at me. "I got asked a lot of questions about you
today. Seems people think you'd make a nice little boy for their
boys to play with once Eric's weaned of penises."
He stood there leering down at us for a long while. Eric
stood still as I lay against the side of his skinny chest holding
my limp little boyhood in my hand.
"So, where are you boys off to today?" he asked.
"The Boy's Club," Eric replied, his young voice just above a
whisper.
"Ah, good. Don't let any of the boys there play with
Kelvin," the man said. "But keep him naked. They'll get so
infatuated with him they'll beg their fathers to buy him."
"Pa," Eric said bashfully. "We have to get dressed..."
"Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry. You boys hurry along and
play." We started to turn into the room and I suddenly felt a
stinging slap on my bare buttocks. I let my penis go to rub the
injured skin and turned frightfully back to Thorne. He was
leering down at my naked body again. "Yeah, those boys'll beg to
fuck a soft, pretty thing like you."
I swallowed nervously then felt Eric's arm gently guiding me
into the room. I was still rubbing my bare buttocks when I heard
the door close behind me.
"Man, all he thinks about is money," Eric said.
I was hoping Eric would hold me and play with my penis, but
he didn't and was soon walking passed me toward the bed.
"Where's the silks?" he asked.
"On the floor," I said, trying to hide my sadness.
They were still in a pile beside the bed and Eric excitedly
picked them up. "They're so soft," he said, but his excitement
dropped when he saw that they were all nothing more than towel
sized pieces of cloth. "They're ripped," his voice cracked.
"No," I said, my mood changing as excitement about the silks
got hold of me. "They're magic."
"Huh?" the boy asked.
"Look." My hands moved instinctively as the cloths told me
how to put them together. Soon, I had fashioned something that
vaguely resembled a baby's diaper.
"Wow!" Eric exclaimed. "You can make them into anything?!"
I nodded and giggled, delighted by his excitement. For the
next half hour, the teenaged boy and I experimented with forms
and colors, both of us building in excitement until we'd finally
constructed something that Eric thought was appropriate for the
Boy's Club. He insisted we wear matching outfits, a possibility
that delighted me. We both wore tight, white silk panties.
These clung so tightly and were so light that all the curves and
colors of our bodies and penises showed through them. Thus, my
little, purple penis head and pale pink penis was easy to make
out as it poked against the fabric, so soft and exciting that I
instantly became erect again, the hard, skinny boyhood bulging
straight up against my belly.
Eric's big cock didn't get hard, but it was so large it
didn't need to. It swelled against the white fabric and I could
see his brown penis and foreskin easily, could even make out the
light brown smudge of his young peach fuzz.
To conceal the obvious display of our naked penises, we both
wore baggy, baby blue shorts over the top of them, hanging down
to our knees and so baggy that they draped down against our
slender legs feeling soft and sexy. The outfits were made com-
plete with the addition of skin tight, white tank tops. These
were sexier than most tank tops, however. Not only were they
very tight, but they were cut down the front to our bellies
showing much of our chests, very low beneath our hairless under-
arms, and with a deep oval down the back to show our thin should-
er blades. They were so tight that our nipples made brown pin
pricks against the front.
We giggled and admired each other in our beautiful outfits,
Eric smiling as his big hand gently pressed against my little
erection and rubbed it, the silk so soft it almost felt like I
was naked. I was certain that Eric would be the prettiest boy at
the club.
Unfortunately, Eric said that the Boy's Club had an entry
dress code and he insisted that we both wear long sleeve white
shirts over the tank tops. We still looked cute, but I preferred
seeing the seductive flashes of Eric's smooth, light brown skin.
The ride into town was delightful if only because I got to
sit in front with Eric's long, smooth arms reaching under mine as
he held the reigns. It wasn't far of course, and Eric led the
horse up to stables beside a large, nice looking mansion. A
dwarf gruffly took the horse into the stables and Eric led me to
the front door. A sign above it identified the place as the
Tarsec Village Boy's Club. I immediately felt my pulse quicken
in excited embarrassment, but Eric put his arm around my should-
ers again and led me inside.
A middle aged man sat at a desk in the small entry way and I
was glad that Eric had made us put on the over shirts. On the
far side of the room was another door. There was nothing else in
it.
"Eric," the man nodded. Eric nodded in response as the man's
eyes looked me up and down. "Some of the men say he's a Boylo-
ver," the man accused.
"He's not, Mister Hockett. He's just a Kovz Boy. Dad'd
never let me have a Boylover as a playmate." The shy boy's cheeks
were red through his brown complexion.
The man nodded, still watching me. "I know. Michael's in
there, Eric. If you'd let him play with your boy, I'd be much
obliged."
"Yes, sir," Eric blushed as brightly as I did. "Pa said he
could come here by himself if he wanted."
"That don't seem likely, Eric," the man said doubtfully.
"Ask him yourself if you think I'm a liar," the boy said,
bristling as much as his innocent age would allow.
"Nah. It's okay. I'll let him in... IF you let him play
with my Michael."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, go on in there then."
Eric held me closely against him and pushed the other door
open. Soon, it was closed behind us and we were safely inside
the mansion.
"This first room is the children's section," Eric said as we
walked up a narrow hallway, thickly carpeted and decorated with
attractive boy colors and things. "We can't take our clothes off
or touch each other 'till we're upstairs, so be good."
I don't know what he thought I was going to do; I was so
young and innocent, the last thing I wanted to do was strip my
clothes off in a strange place like this and sex in public was
still very scary to me.
We came to another set of doors and we entered a huge room.
Eric held it open and let me go inside first, his arm leaving me,
making me feel small and vulnerable. The room was filled with
little boys, ranging in age from about six to about my age. Most
wore shorts and t-shirts, but many were naked, their hairless
little penises bouncing around as they ran and played. Most were
running and wrestling around, but a few of the older boys sat at
tables or on the floor playing board games or cards. None of the
boys were pubescent. The boys were loud and rambunctious, most
of them shoving each other and fighting. I was astonished and
walked nervously close to Eric watching them. We were crossing
to a staircase opposite the entry door, but all I could do was
gaze at all the little boys. There must have been a hundred of
them in there.
I felt myself backing up as an adorable blond haired boy came
running toward us, soon followed by a small gang of other boys.
All of these were naked and hairless and they eagerly crowded
around us, looking at us.
"Is that your boy, Eric?" the blond asked bashfully.
"Yeah," Eric replied still trying to guide me through the
boys to the stairs.
"You want another?" the boy asked shyly.
"Yeah," the other boys chimed in.
"No," Eric said.
"Come on, Eric," another boy begged.
"My dad wants me to ask," another explained.
"Not now, boys," Eric said, looking so tall compared to the
prepubescent boys. "I'll ask Kelvin if he wants to have more
boys."
We made it to the stairs and he started guiding me up. The
squadron of naked children stood obediently at the bottom stair
watching us go up. I stumbled along behind Eric, watching the
boys watching us.
At the top of the stairs, there were more doors and Eric took
me through them.
"What did they want?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, their dads make them do that. They want to be my boy-
friend so they can make more money. We can get more boys if you
want."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean we could have a lot of little boys to play with."
"Oh."
"Do you want to?"
"I guess," I said. I actually felt rather eager to play with
the little boys, but didn't want to sound too eager. I heard
Eric giggle beside me and looked up at him curiously.
"We'll get some more next week," he smiled.
We soon reached a bench in the middle of the hallway. Along
the walls were hooks and small lockers.
"We can take our shirts off and leave them here, his soft
brown body appearing in the tight white tank top as he peeled his
off. My little fingers began undoing my own shirt and Eric
watched as I pulled my skinny little arms out. He smiled at me
and helped me take the last of the shirt off, hanging it up on
the hook beside his. He was smiling down at me with adoring
affection. "You're beautiful," he said, his big hands tenderly
caressing the little balls of my shoulders. "Come on. You'll
have fun here."
I could already hear the sound of high pitched and pubescent-
ly cracking voices sounding from the open space in the wall ahead
of us. As we neared it, I snuck up close to Eric and felt the
older boy's skinny arm wrap around me again. We appeared around
the edge of the opening and the room opened into another large
living room. The room was huge like the one downstairs. The
afternoon sun shown through the white chiffon curtains and the
room was very bright with it. Through the brightness, I could
see the naked and half-clad forms of several dozen young boys.
Actually, only a few were naked but I was so drawn to them
that they seemed to be numerous. In fact, most of the boys were
wearing outfits about as skimpy and seductive as Eric's and mine.
Almost all the boys looked to be about my age or Eric's. None
looked to be more than thirteen. For every pubescent looking boy
in the room, there was evidently a little boy tagging close
beside. By little boy, I mean prepubescent. Only one of the
little boys looked to be under ten and he was staying very close
to David Easter. Many of the boys, both older and younger, I
recognized from the churchyard that afternoon, including Michael
Hockett and his young boyfriend Shane. Shane smiled at me and
blushed looking away in boyish embarrassment. He was wearing
light blue pants and a blue and white striped shirt that clung so
tightly to his little chest that I could actually make out the
tender contours of his little body. Michael was wearing gym
shorts and a tank top, his small, hard chest bulging against the
tightness, his slender, boyishly muscular arm wrapped around
Shane's thin shoulders as Eric's were wrapped around mine. He
was talking to another boy whom I didn't recognize and didn't
look at closely at first.
I wasn't certain, but I felt pretty sure that all the boys in
the room paused at least momentarily to smile at Eric and I as we
entered. This made me feel very self-conscious and I felt myself
crawling closer to the comforting form of my older boyfriend. My
small, skinny arms even wrapped around his skinny abdomen as I
felt his arm hold me tightly. It was so nice to have him with
me. After assuring myself that I was safe, I looked at where I
was heading and suddenly met the eyes of the boy Michael was
talking to.
I felt myself suddenly gasping. I didn't know why, but
assumed that it was because the boy was so indescribably beauti-
ful. His eyes, as they captured mine, seemed to hold my atten-
tion and I felt his loving gentleness soak through my body and
soothe me with his affection. It wasn't sexual, but I immediate-
ly felt myself thinking about sex with him. It was a very
strange feeling. Although I loved my boyfriend, I knew that this
new boy was even prettier.
The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen, with dark brown
hair combed neatly over to one side. His eyes were absolutely
hypnotic, a deep brown that infatuated me with the smooth, baby
soft brown of his adorable face. He was smiling a gentle, beau-
tiful smile and sipping from a glass of something as Michael
talked to him, but his eyes left mine just long enough to glance
down my small body then back at my blue eyes. He was wearing a
white t-shirt with some design on it I never bothered to identi-
fy. It clung just tightly enough to his pubescent body to show
how slender and small his chest and abdomen were. He was also
wearing multi-colored shorts that gave no indication of his penis
size, though I noticed that I checked for it. Beneath his
shorts, I was astonished at how soft and smooth his light brown
thighs looked, so smooth and hairless. They were rather long for
his small body and ran to bare feet that looked big and awkward.
He looked so perfectly formed, so exquisite to my adoring eyes
that they never left his body or face as Eric led me toward he
and his companions.
"Hey, Thorne," Michael grinned at my boyfriend, his muscular
young arm still holding Shane's prepubescent body. Michael
looked very cute with his smile, but I couldn't help staring at
the slender stranger, feeling embarrassed by my infatuation with
him. I glanced briefly up at his adorable face and saw his brown
eyes still staring at me. I looked away blushing.
"Hi," the beautiful boy said and I could feel his eyes still
on me.
"Erin, this is my boyfriend, Kelvin," Eric introduced me, his
long arm still holding my bashful form.
"Hi, Kelvin," the new boy replied, smiling down at me until
my shy eyes looked back up at him.
"Hi," I said softly, quickly looking away. It was so odd to
feel so infatuated with a boy. I didn't know how to deal with
the envious feelings in my young body.
"God, he's a sweetie, isn't he?" Erin said. I felt his hand,
so tender and gentle, lifting my chin and I looked up at his
adorable face again. He wasn't much taller than me, maybe two
inches or so, but I felt so small and little that he seemed
bigger. "What's wrong, Kelvin?" he asked, his voice still a
smooth soprano, not much deeper than a little boy's.
I swallowed as I looked up at him, embarrassed when my eyes
glanced briefly down at his small, skinny chest. I shrugged in
answer and the boy let my chin go.
"He's so sweet," the boy said.
"He's shy," Eric said. "He'll grow out of it."
"I like the outfits, Eric," Erin said, his large hand gently
slipping from my face to lightly caress the exposed portion of my
little chest. I looked up at him again in astonishment and our
eyes locked again. He was smiling at me, his beautiful eyes
looking into mine with love and affection. "You're so cute," he
said softly, causing me to smile and look away blushing.
"Your last time in the old Club, huh, Erin?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," the boy said after a brief pause.
"Tomorrow morning I become a married man, no more to know the
joys of a little boy."
I caught myself as I realized that Erin was the one the party
was for. He was the one who was turning fourteen and had to get
married. I felt a strange sadness inside at the thought. Why, I
did not know. I looked up at him and saw him still smiling
lovingly at me.
"Are you going to..." Erin began. He nodded down at me to
Eric and both boys smiled at each other.
"I forgot to ask him," Eric blushed and smiled at me. I felt
his big hand gently stroke the blond hair from my forehead as I
looked up at him in confusion. "He's never been with another
boy. Do you want to, Kelvin?" he asked me.
I blushed and looked away. "Want to what?" I asked, though I
had a pretty good idea what they were talking about. Why did
they have to talk about it? Why didn't they stop making me
decide to do it?
Eric's smile faded slightly, but he kept stroking my hair
with tenderness. "Shane's going with you," he said, immediately
filling my mind with a picture of the cute, little boy. I wanted
to, I knew that, but why did they have to talk about it?
"Don't worry about it, Eric," I heard Erin's young voice say,
feeling his hand stroke down the back of my head and gently
caress the nape of my neck. "Gees, he's just shy about it. You
can tell he's your first little boy."
Eric seemed to blush about that, but he didn't say anything,
just kept looking deep into my blue eyes and stroking my hair. I
lay against his small, boyishly muscular chest still feeling the
other boy's hand stroking my neck and shoulders. It was wonder-
ful to feel their affection for me and I blushed to realize how
much I longed to be naked with both of them and to feel their
love for me.
"Hey, Shane," Michael suddenly said. "Why don't you and
Kelvin go play Asteroids?"
The pretty, blond haired boy smiled and said, "Okay. Come
on, Kelvin." He left the confines of his boyfriend and came
closer to Eric and I. I felt smaller again as the caresses of
the older boys left my young body. "I'll teach you how to play."
The eleven year old took my wrist and I let him guide me away
from the others.
"Man, Eric, he's really adorable," I heard Michael saying as
we left. "I mean, Shane's pretty naive, but that boy's..."
"I was his first, Michael," Eric defended. "Don't be mean to
him."
"Relax, I was just kidding. Man, you're really hung up on
that boy, aren't you?"
"They'll be okay in a little while," Erin's young voice faded
out of my earshot.
"You ever play Asteroids before?" Shane's childish voice
asked as he led me to the video game.
"No," I said.
"It's cool," the boy giggled.
Soon, the boy had introduced me to the magical world of video
games and I played awkwardly at best. Young Shane, however, was
pretty good and did a fantastic job of beating me. Whenever his
turn came, I would look around for Eric, frequently catching him
watching me as he and Erin circulated around the room.
Shane and I were becoming pretty good friends playing the
game, but I was still thinking a lot about what the boys had been
saying.
"What were they talking about with Erin?" I asked Shane when
we had become pretty close.
The boy's thin shoulders shrugged in his t-shirt. "Who
cares? Older boys are weird."
"Is Michael weird?" I asked confused.
The boy shrugged again, hunched over the control panel.
"Sometimes. All he thinks about is sex."
"What's 'sex'?" I asked.
The child giggled. "You know. Playing with your boyfriend.
Being naked. Playing with your penis."
"Oh," I blushed. "Is that what they're talking about?"
"How should I know?" the boy shrugged again. "They talk
about it all the time."
"Oh," I said again. "Do you like it?" I asked, feeling my
face growing hot immediately.
"Sure. Don't you?"
"Yeah," I said, ashamed by the question. I stood beside the
boy gradually forgetting about Eric and the other boys as I
watched him playing the game. He wasn't as pretty as Erin and,
in many ways, perhaps not even Eric, but there was something
oddly compelling about him. Perhaps it was the smallness of his
body, though, as for that, he was almost precisely the same size
as I was. He was as tall, and as skinny. Maybe it was just the
blond hair and blue eyes that most attracted me. More than any
of those things, I could tell it was the soft, incredibly smooth
appearance of his skin. From his face, down his slender neck and
beneath his shirt, I found myself more and more attracted to him
until I soon lost thought of anything else. By the time Erin
came up to us, all I was thinking about was the pretty blond
haired boy before me, how intensely I longed to hold his skinny
body.
"How's it going?" I heard Erin asking us, the thirteen year
old touching each of our backs so briefly that no real fear of
him should have started. He made me jump, however, if only in
shame for the feelings I had for the little boy at the video
game.
Still, when I jumped, I turned and looked at him and all the
previous anxiety about my feelings for him reemerged. He was so
beautiful. Shane was a little boy like me, and I knew that.
Erin seemed to hold the same promise of excitement that Eric had
introduced me to and it was difficult to think about childhood
when I was confronted with such pubescent beauty.
"Damn it!" Shane said, pushing against the machine as his
last ship was destroyed. "You made me lose."
Erin looked at him with his tender, adoring eyes. "I'm
sorry, Shane," his boylike voice said. "I can make it up to you
though."
"How?" the little boy asked.
"I know where there's a bunny," Erin said with a strong
offer.
"Really?" Shane asked, quickly forgetting the game.
Erin nodded. "Swear to God. Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah!" Shane said, in boyish excitement.
Erin's brown eyes gazed into mine and I again felt the dis-
comfort of their beauty. "How about you, Kelvin?" he asked. "Do
you want to see a bunny?"
I felt confused, wondering if the boy was trying to lure us
off alone to have sex with us or if he was sincere and really was
going to show us a bunny. In either case, I didn't want to seem
stupid, so I shrugged boyishly in my tight tank top.
"Come on," Erin said, slipping skinny arms around each of us.
I could feel his hand slip beneath my tank top, felt his soft
hand gently stroking my thin shoulder blades, but said nothing.
"I'll show him to you."
The older boy, only a few inches taller than Shane and I,
gently turned us toward a hallway on the far wall and we went
with him, Shane apparently with innocent willingness, me with
nervous curiosity: was he going to play with me like Eric had
been doing the past few days?
As we neared the exit, I looked around for Eric, but couldn't
find him. Erin led us so tenderly that it never occurred to me
that I was being led, and we soon were moving up the hallway.
Shortly up it, the older boy let his arm slip from Shane's skinny
shoulders and opened a door. The little blond haired boy, seeing
the rabbit hutch, innocently entered and I nervously followed
him.
It was a bedroom. I realized that with a nervous swallow.
Still, there was a rabbit cage on the far wall and Shane was
already busy opening it. I crossed to him. Although, or perhaps
because, Erin was more beautiful, I longed to be closer to the
little boy.
By the time I reached him, he had already pulled the small
white rabbit from the cage and was holding it against his chest,
cuddling it and purring at it lovingly. I heard the door closing
behind me and that made me nervous, but I focused my attention on
the little boy and small rabbit. I knew the older boy was watch-
ing us, but I tried to ignore him.
As Shane held the bunny, I reached out my left hand and
gently scratched it behind its big floppy ears. This seemed to
delight the little boy and he giggled at me, soon burying his
face against the soft, downy hairs of the small animal. He
looked so pretty holding the bunny that I felt an odd aching in
my heart. reflexively, before I even thought about it, I felt my
small hand reach up and soon felt it resting against the boy's
skinny shoulder blades. He jerked slightly, and I almost pulled
my hand away, but I held it there as I saw his pretty blue eyes.
He looked at me, a pretty smile on his face that was both friend-
ly and understanding at the same time. Although I was intensely
confused, I held my hand there and watched him holding the rab-
bit.
The little boy did nothing but stand there holding the bunny
for a long time and then suddenly started moving left and right
rhythmically. The movement excited me oddly, mostly because my
hand was touching a boy who was actually moving. It filled me
with strange sensations and I soon let my touch against him
loosen. His skinny shoulders moved beneath my fingers, the
cotton of his t-shirt the only thing that kept me from feeling
the beauty of his exquisitely soft skin. I knew that Erin was
watching me touching the other boy, but didn't care. He was
beautiful and I felt my penis beginning to stiffen with his
rhythmic movements.
"Here, you hold him," the eleven year old said, his small,
bare arms reaching out the rabbit to me. I took it even though I
preferred touching the boy's back to the bunny. Still, as I felt
the downy soft hair of the rabbit against the exposed part of my
chest, I felt myself almost forgetting the boy for wondering what
it would feel like to have that same soft bunny between my legs,
the soft hairs caressing my erection. I might have thought
farther on that, but as soon as Shane's hands were free of the
bunny, the boy quickly laid one against my back. He didn't wait
for me to move my body to rub across my skinny shoulders.
I stood still and shocked by the pleasure of the boy's small
hand against my back and all but forgot about the rabbit. I
glanced at him quickly and realized he was smiling at me, knowing
that he was looking at me, that he was far more interested in me
by that time than he was in the rabbit. Reflexively, again with-
out thinking about it, I smiled at the boy, sending my secret,
subconscious message that I wanted him to touch me, wanted him to
love me.
The child's other hand started stroking the bunny behind the
ears and I felt his body move closer to mine, the hand touching
my back sliding around my waist to hold me gently. Although he
was smaller than Eric, I felt the same level of security and
happiness, as if all I desired in life was the tender affections
of another boy, however young. He held me as he petted the
bunny, his smiling face looking into mine almost constantly save
for brief glances at the bunny.
"Do you like him?" Erin suddenly asked.
"Yeah," I heard Shane immediately grin. I thought Erin was
asking about the bunny, but Shane's voice made me think he was
talking about me.
"Come on, Kelvin," the older boy said, coming to us and
taking the rabbit from me. "Let's put him back in his cage."
I stood there in nervous uncertainty as he took the rabbit
from me. Shane had let me go, but still stood close by smiling
and blushing at me. I had the odd feeling that he understood
what was happening more than I did.
"Okay," Erin said as he closed the rabbit cage door. "What
do you guys want to do?"
"Let's play sex," Shane's high pitched voice giggled imme-
diately.
I could feel Erin smiling behind me. "Is that what you want
to do, Kelvin?" he asked, and I soon felt his big hand stroking
the ball of my shoulder.
Why did they keep asking? I wondered. Why couldn't we just
do it without talking about it? I shrugged absently as if I
didn't care. The hardness of my penis, however, kept reminding
me that I did care. I wanted to make love with the boys so badly
I could have cried.
"Come on," Erin said. I could feel his hand gently guiding
me away from the cage. We paused briefly as Shane quickly re-
turned the rabbit to the hutch, then the older boy led us over to
the bed. "Sit down, Kelvin," the thirteen year old said.
I obeyed and sat watching the other two with growing eager-
ness for boy sex.
"Let's take your shirt off, Shane," the young pubescent
beauty said. He took hold of the smaller boy's shirt and Shane
raised his arms, his pretty face grinning happily as the cloth
moved up his belly. He was so small and skinny and my mouth
dropped open gasping softly as I watched the creamy softness of
his smooth belly being exposed. The boy's skin looked so soft
and I was entranced by the beauty of his little belly button as
the shirt moved up his rib cage. He was so thin, his boy flesh
lightly tanned and beautiful. His chest appeared with equal
splendor. It was very small and the thin boy had very little
muscle to swell it out more than an inch or two bigger than his
small rib cage. His nipples were brown and very tiny, making
them even prettier. Finally the child's underarms appeared and
his cute face was covered with the shirt momentarily as Erin
removed it. His underarms were smooth and hairless, of course,
the soft skin looking several shades paler than his smooth little
chest.
The boy was blushing and grinning bashfully as his blond
bangs fell into his eyes. He brushed them aside and giggled as
Erin's big hands tenderly took hold of his chest and ribs. The
eleven year old was so thin that Erin's big hands looked almost
big enough to hold his entire body within them. As Shane started
to lower his smooth arms, the older boy tenderly took hold of his
wrists.
"Keep your arms up, Shane," Erin smiled into the child's
blushing face. "Let's see your little underarms." He lifted the
boys hands and latched them behind the boy's blond head. Shane
giggled looking down at his small chest as Erin's fingers again
took hold of it, his fingertips lightly petting the boy's little
armpits.
I was very excited watching the older boy caressing the
child's beautiful little body and sat with my boner poking up at
my silk shorts. Embarrassed by its persistent throbbing, my hands
both moved between my legs and held the pulsing erection hidden.
Erin's hands moved lovingly up and down on the thin boy's
chest, ribs and abdomen causing Shane to shudder.
"That tickles," the prepubescent giggled.
"You like that, huh?" Erin said, smiling at his young pleas-
ure.
"Yeah," the boy blushed, still holding his arms overhead, his
blue eyes smiling down at his young body. I could see the boy
was missing a tooth and thought that was very sweet.
Erin kept holding and rubbing his smooth chest as he slowly
sat down on the bed beside me. "Let's see your peepee, now," he
said, his large hands moving to the boy's pants. Shane giggled
delightedly as Erin unfastened his belt, the ends falling open
and baring the snap to his baby blue jeans. Erin smiled lovingly
up at the boy, then looked back down as he unsnapped his pants.
One of his hands held to Shane's beltline as the other slowly
took hold of the zipper and pulled it slowly downward.
I stared at the opening with intense excitement, eager to see
the little boy's wiener. I even felt myself moving closer in
order to see it as soon as it appeared. As Erin pulled the
child's fly open, however, I could see that he was wearing un-
derpants and I had to contain my desires and curiosity a little
longer.
Erin smiled and blushed, a little embarrassed by his own
eagerness to see the naked boy. He smiled up at him again,
pulled the fly wider, and pulled the jeans down the boy's slender
legs. His thighs were beautiful, perfectly hairless and as
smooth and tanned as his little chest. I stared at them with
amazement, watching the smooth skin as it disappeared beneath the
boy's underwear. The front of his tight underpants swelled
significant;y with his boyhood. The bulge was round, however,
and it didn't look like he had an erection or anything. Above
the elastic band, the boy's thin belly joined with his tanned
chest and I followed his beauty all the way up to his hairless
armpits and adorable, happy face. I realized that Erin was
taking hold of the boy's underwear and panted excitedly, staring
back down between his legs, licking my lips in anticipation.
"There we go," Erin breathed, his hands pulling the elastic
loose and peeling the eleven year old boy's underwear down his
thin, baby soft thighs. Even limp, it was obvious that Shane had
a bigger penis than mine. It was big enough that it could actu-
ally dangle over his testicles. Mine was still too little to be
a hanger.
The boy was obviously uncircumcised, his young foreskin
completely covering his boyhood and forming a fleshy nipple at
the end. It was paler than the rest of his body, the boy ob-
viously wearing his shorts or underwear when he was in the sun.
His tan looked even softer and prettier against the pale skin
beneath his underwear. His penis was as hairless as mine and the
pale skin ran smoothly all the way up to the slender base of his
boy organ. The same flesh covered his upper thighs, looking warm
and soft against his testicles. His balls looked large to me,
and had grown ever so slightly oval as the child grew toward
puberty. Mine were still small and round. His scrotum, like his
penis, was pale and was as hairless as his underarms and young
body.
He was giggling delightedly as Erin pulled his pants all the
way down to his bare feet. He stood there naked and blushing,
his arms overhead, his thin body displaying all the beauty of
boyhood. I couldn't stop gazing at the pale beauty of his small
cock, and felt myself trembling slightly with excitement and
love. It was so pale it was almost white, and his foreskin was
smooth and still thick like a little boy's making his penis look
thick and rubbery. I felt eager to touch it.
Shane's smooth belly rippled with firm little muscles as the
boy giggled, a process that also made his ribs poke out more
prominently. Erin grinned happily up at his boyish giggles and
the innocent beauty of his naked body. the child's baby soft,
tanned little chest looked so small and thin, not rounding at all
with muscles with his arms raised like they were. "You're a
pretty boy," Erin smiled, his deep brown eyes showing his affec-
tion and adoration for the hairless little boy.
Shane just giggled again, glancing happily over at me before
looking down at his big boyhood again. Even though it was only
about three inches long, his foreskin and soft, hairless skin
made it look big on his small body. Erin gazed lovingly at the
young penis and I watched his soft brown hand reaching for it.
He pressed his fingers down between the little boy's scrotum and
thigh, the young penis moving slowly across his testicles as they
moved in his hairless pink scrotum. I couldn't believe Shane
didn't have an erection yet; my own penis was pulsing fantasti-
cally just watching it being touched.
Erin slipped his fingers all the way down beneath the boys
testicles and hefted the rubbery young penis and hairless scrotum
on his palm, the shaft looking so pretty and adorable. "You're
going to have a big penis when you grow up, Shane," he told the
boy as his other hand moved to join the tender caresses. Instead
of holding it with his whole hand, however, Erin's thumb and
forefinger took hold of the smooth foreskin making me pant with
still greater excitement. Squeezing the shaft insistently, Erin
struggled against the rubbery penis and managed to slip Shane's
foreskin down from his penis head. The head appeared looking
limp and boyish. It was a purplish brown color, a darker purple
than my penis head by far. I stared at it with jealous love,
wishing my penis was as big as the younger boy's.
"It's getting hard, Shane," Erin giggled happily, and I
panted faster as I watched the hairless thing growing bigger on
the older boy's hand. Erin still held the foreskin back and
Shane's penis head swelled out from the pale skin, growing larger
and a brighter shade of purple. It was astonishingly beautiful
as it stiffened, his foreskin slipping back more easily against
the hardness of the boy's cock. Soon, I could actually see the
head pulsing in Erin's fingers, the child's foreskin pulled far
enough back that the firm ridge separating the pale shaft from
the purple head was very easy to see. His penis head was larger
than the slender shaft and it was beautifully formed, continuing
to pulse until the tiny slit opened, looking ready to squirt out
sperm.
Just when I thought things were as beautiful as they could
get, Erin's face moved closer to the eleven year old boy and his
pretty lips slipped the young erection into his slimy mouth. His
palm lay against the boy's small belly but his finger and thumb
still held the foreskin back as his lips slid all the way down
the young boner. Soon, Erin's nose was pressing against Shane's
belly, his lips wrapped all around the hairless base of his cock.
I could see his smooth, brown cheeks moving as he sucked on the
boy, and Shane started gasping softly through his childish gig-
gles. He stood there with his little armpits still exposed,
watching the thirteen year old devouring his penis, Erin's slimy
lips pressed against his hairless skin.
Erin's brown eyes gazed up the skinny boy's hairless belly
and little chest, twinkling as he saw the excited look on the
boy's cute face. Slowly, he slid his lips up along the erection,
sucking up the excesses of his saliva as the precious three and a
half inches of boyhood were gradually revealed. I watched his
chin open as the child's penis head slipped from his lips,
watched the slimy lips rub all across the bright purple head,
then actually let out a soft cry of envy as they swallowed it
again, moved slowly back down on his erection.
Shane was gasping quickly now, his high pitched boy voice
letting out startled whimpers of pleasure. I could see little
muscles in his skinny thighs rippling as the little boy's knees
grew rubbery. Erin seemed to feel the weakness of the excited
boy's body and his hands took hold of his small buttocks, holding
him stable as he pressed his lips now fully against Shane's
hairless pubic mound, the cock completely buried in his mouth.
With his arms overhead, Shane's skinny chest and belly rip-
pled with his ribs as the boy stiffened in confused passion. I
realized that the smile had slipped from his face and his mouth
was hanging open as he stared in amazement at where his penis
used to be. Erin's lips slid up the boy's boner again and the
pale shaft appeared glistening with his saliva. Before the
purple head appeared, he plunged back down on it, almost buckling
the child's skinny legs. Erin's brown hair moved away from
between Shane's legs, the penis again emerging, then instantly
plunged on it again. he did this several times in quick succes-
sion until Shane was gasping and crying with excitement, his
penis looking hard as a rock. Just as it seemed the little boy
was going to have an orgasm, Erin's mouth let the throbbing thing
go and it poked straight out from between the boy's legs throb-
bing insistently, coated with the older boy's saliva.
Shane's slimy pink foreskin slowly covered the head again,
though it wasn't big enough to cover his engorged cock and still
form the nipple at the end. Still, the beautiful knob of his
penis head was hidden save for the gentle bulge of it around his
foreskin. Erin smiled at the hairless erection, his lips looking
as slimy as Shane's penis.
"Do it some more," Shane's high pitched voice said eagerly,
poking his boyhood at the older boy's smiling lips.
"Not yet, Shane," Erin smiled at the little boy's excitement,
his large hands giving the boy's abdomen a loving squeeze as he
stood up. He pulled the smaller boy's body into his arms and
held him, not fighting when he felt the naked boy trying to push
his erection against his thigh. He grinned, obviously pleased by
the little boy, but let him go, gently guiding him back on the
bed. I sat staring at the naked boy, at his hairless, excited
penis and big testicles as he was laid down, his head on the
pillows. As his big feet were lifted on the bed, Erin took hold
of his jeans and underwear and freed them, dropping them on the
floor, leaving the boy laying there naked, his erection throbbing
in angry desire.
"Now you stay there and we'll see what Kelvin's penis looks
like," he smiled down at the skinny little boy. He turned to me
and I looked up at him in a mixture of eagerness, fear and embar-
rassment. The older boy looked down at me with sympathetic
understanding and I felt his big hands taking gentle hold of my
face. He rubbed them slowly, the look on his face filled with
gentleness and affection. My fear eased a great deal, knowing
that the adorable boy wouldn't hurt me any more than he had
Shane.
Slowly, his hands slipped down my neck and gently caressed my
shoulders, mostly exposed beneath my tight white tank top. I
felt his warm palms laying there as his fingers felt tenderly
across my exposed shoulder blades. "You're really soft," he
smiled at me adoringly, his hands slowly slipping down the back
of my tank top, rubbing across my thin shoulders. After a moment
of this, I felt his hands move up to my neck again and the boy
pressed gently back on my shoulders. I swallowed as I felt him
laying my body back on the bed, my legs still dangling over the
side. I looked down and could see my little penis pulsing
against my soft silk shorts.
I felt my tummy shiver as the boy's fingers tugged my tank
top from my shorts, lifting it enough to expose my pale white
belly. He smiled down at me again, then leaned over to lift my
arms up, laying them on the bed over my head, my white arm pits
bared as Shane's had been. "That's a good boy," Erin cooed, his
fingers again taking hold of the hem of my tank top, lifting it
higher as his other hand lay down on my belly button and gently
stroked my abdomen. It shivered with such excitement that Erin
grinned. "You're so soft," he said again, his young pubescent
voice filling me with soothing assurances that he adored me. He
dragged his fingertips across my skinny belly and all it could do
was shiver, filling with a queasy pleasure that made my little
chest swell for air.
His hand raised my tank top higher, lifting it above the flat
skin where my pink nipples stood like little dots on my white
body. I had almost no muscles and, like Shane, my rib cage was
the most evident thing on my body when my arms were overhead as
they were. This seemed to please Erin and his fingertips felt
along the firm ripples of my ribs as they swelled up and down
with my heavy breathing.
He stopped caressing my skin long enough to take hold of my
tank top with both hands. The silk was so soft and I was so
light that I didn't even have to move as he peeled it all the way
up my skinny body and over my head, baring my skinny little
chest. In reflexive protection, I lowered my arms and folded
them across my little nipples, but Erin soon smiled at me, gently
pulling them away and laying them back above my head again. I
don't know if it was my hairless armpits he adored if he just
liked seeing me fully exposed before him, but his big hands
quickly lay on my chest, his fingertips petting my underarms as
his palms lightly massaged my little chest.
I swallowed nervously as the boy crawled up on the bed, his
smooth, beautiful face moving close to my chest and kissing the
exposed skin around his big hands. I panted softly, amazed by
the exciting pleasure of his slimy lips. He sucked on each of my
nipples so tenderly, kissing across the soft skin between them,
kissing down my abdomen until I was whimpering with embarrassment
and pleasure. I was even more shocked when his lips moved to my
armpits and kissed the hairless skin there. It tickled and I
would have giggled, but I was so excited, so filled with wonder
that the boy loved my little body so much, that all I did was lie
there panting, crying softly, feeling small and helpless to his
tenderness. His hands felt so big on my skinny body as they
lovingly explored all up and down my ribs and little chest.
"Uuuuh!" we heard Shane's high pitched voice crying. I
turned to find the little boy masturbating his slimy, hairless
penis with frantic need, his adorable face filled with happy,
excited pleasure, his purple penis head poking in and out of his
foreskin with intensity. His penis seemed even slimier, but I
never thought to realize that the boy had been spitting on it
himself.
"Shane. Stop that!" Erin commanded. The boy's blue eyes
opened wide with fear and embarrassment and he sat motionless,
still holding his throbbing erection. He looked at Erin as his
young hand slowly slipped from his boner. Released, it throbbed
as madly as ever above the eleven year old's hairless belly and
the boy looked down at it hopelessly. Erin smiled at the little
boy's sad desires and reached across to gently fondle his bare
little chest. "Okay," Erin suddenly grinned. "I guess we have
to help you out first."
He crawled over closer to Shane and his big hand took hold of
Shane's young cock, gently caressing his slender three and a half
inch penis. He grinned down at the naked boy's obvious delight
at having his penis held. Shane's baby blue eyes were smiling
down at his hairless meat as Erin gently kneaded it.
"Is that better?" he asked the little boy. Shane just smiled
happily down at his penis, his arms straight at his sides, loving
the tender caresses of the older boy.
"Kelvin," Erin suddenly said, turning so his beautiful face
was looking over his shoulder at my bare chest laying behind him.
"Come stand over here."
Feeling more than a little confused by the open desires of
the other boys, I swallowed and stood up. Feeling uncomfortable
and frightened, I walked over to where the thirteen year old sat
on his knees rubbing the other little boy's peter.
"Shane," the older boy said. "Can you take Kelvin's shorts
off?" It seemed a silly question to ask as his hand pulled the
boy's small penis, pulling the foreskin rhythmically up and over
his purple penis head. Still, it made Shane giggle.
"Yeah," he said.
I stood close enough to the bed that the little boy had no
trouble in reaching across with both hands (Erin still rubbing
his cock all the while) and took hold of my homemade shorts. He
giggled as he peeled them over my thin hips, the pale blue silk
moving down to my thighs to reveal the tight, white silk panties
beneath. These still clung tightly to my throbbing little penis
and the pink and purple colors of its hairless beauty were easy
to see through the silk.
"It's little," Shane gasped as his cock was rubbed. He had
moved my shorts down only midway through my thighs and, before
thinking about it, I felt myself pushing the soft fabric down,
felt myself stepping out of them and standing wearing only my
white silk panties. I stood there flushed with embarrassment as
both boys grinned at my near nudity. The hairlessness of my
childhood was obvious, from my skinny belly, up my thin chest and
down my slender thighs. Nonetheless, my penis throbbed with
pubescent desire and my face showed all of the pubescent feelings
wrestling inside me as I watched the older boy rubbing the eleven
year old's hairless penis.
Erin was smiling up at my innocent passions but I just stood
there blushing. I gasped again as the older boy reached out and
slipped his hand beneath my panties, felt his long fingers ca-
ressing my hairless erection, felt them probing the hairless
warmth of my scrotum and testicles. It felt nice, but I was
confused by how hard my little cock felt. I stood there, almost
near tears, letting the older boy feel it, feeling the pleasure
his fingers built in it.
"Wait a second, Shane," the young teenager said, leaving the
boy's penis throbbing there as his other hand reached out for my
underwear. I stood there, trembling and blushing in excitement
and embarrassment, and felt Erin's big hands peeling my panties
down. His hand brushed my erection as he lowered them and I
gasped, loving the soft, smoothness of his skin. My penis stuck
out hard and frantically throbbing in hairless boyhood. It
glowed a bright pink with excitement despite its pale white
coloring, the head shining a bright purple that was almost white.
Red excitement pulsed along it and I felt ready to cry in embar-
rassment, knowing that I couldn't hide it, so greatly did I
desire their affection for it.
Like Shane, Erin couldn't work my underwear down below my
smooth, skinny thighs. Despite my shame, however, I reflexively
took hold of them and knelt over, slipping them all the way down
my hairless legs. I stood up again, completely naked now, star-
ing at my stiff little penis, but secretly watching the other
boys as they looked at it too. It was so hard, pulsing visibly
with prepubescent erection. It stuck out straight as an arrow,
no thicker than a man's pinky and certainly shorter. It was
skinny and short, particularly compared to Shane and Eric's. I
wondered if Erin's penis was as small, but the pulsing bulge in
his shorts told me that was silly: I had the smallest penis in
the world. A two inch boner, however pretty in its hairlessness,
was still very small.
"Come here, sweetie," Erin said, his eyes staring at my
hairless little erection as his long, skinny arm reached for my
body. Eager for an older boy's affection, I swallowed and let
him guide me down on the bed beside Shane. I didn't like to lay
down so close to the pretty boy, but my only regret was that it
showed how much bigger his penis was than mine. He was smaller
than me, at least a little bit, and looked much younger. It was
embarrassing to see how much bigger his penis was than mine. Oh,
it was nowhere near as big as Eric's, but somehow I knew that
little boys should be more similar. Comparing penises alone, I
looked like a child and Shane looked like a prepubescent.
"His peepee is little," Shane said, making me long to curl up
and hide the hairless thing. I laid there, however, feeling
ashamed, letting the other boys compare my stiff cock to Shane's.
If there was any relief from this scrutiny, it was only the odd
feeling that I had that Erin was more infatuated with me than he
was my innocent competitor.
"It's beautiful," the older boy said, smiling all up and down
my skinny, naked body.
Shane blushed and smiled up at our young mentor. "Are you
going to take your clothes off?" he asked, his face blushing
brighter as he looked away boyishly. I thought he was so pretty
and was certain that he was prettier than me. I looked down at
the throbbing, uncircumcised penis between his smooth legs,
adoring the beautiful softness of his hairless belly, the smooth
skin joining the base of his small boy cock in perfect hairless-
ness. His scrotum looked equally hairless, the enlarged testi-
cles inside being held by the thick, pale skin of his sack. I
smiled over at the pretty boy and he returned a toothy grin,
blushing to know I had been looking at his hairless penis.
We both looked up as Erin's large hands reached down for the
hem of his bright white t-shirt. His belly appeared, looking
very slender and firm with muscles that scarcely rippled his soft
brown skin. His belly button looked adorable on the smooth skin
of his belly as the shirt slid slowly upward. I was astonished
when his chest appeared. It was little thicker than Shane's or
mine and the pubescent boy had very little muscle. What was most
beautiful about his chest were his nipples. His skin was natu-
rally a darker hue than Shane's and mine, and his nipples were
very brown. They were also tiny, like a little child's, shrunken
into erect little spots, their brown color looking extremely
pretty against his pale brown skin.
He slid the t-shirt over his head and I saw his underarms.
He, too, had hairless underarms and the color of his smooth skin
was little lighter than on his chest. He had a beautiful young
body, prettier than Shane's and mine by far. I watched his
smooth arms slipping from the shirt as it cleared his head, the
adorable boy blushing as he smiled down at our naked little
bodies, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes. He looked so
soft and smooth that I longed to feel my skinny body held against
his childishly muscular little chest.
He sat there blushing for a moment, allowing Shane and I to
appreciate the beauty of his young body. He was as skinny as we
were, but his older age made his body bigger over all. He was
also changing quickly with puberty making his arms and legs look
too long for his small boy chest. Even his abdomen looked very
long with his smooth brown skin, his ribs rippling his skin but
the darker complexion making them look less pronounced, adorable
beneath the small mounds of his chest and his tiny nipples. He
dropped his t-shirt on the floor and sat back on his butt. I
licked my lips in anticipation as the boy reached for his shorts.
They were held shut with velcro and I could hear it tearing
apart as the boy grinned and blushed. He wasn't wearing any
underwear and his young, brown penis quickly poked out of his
fly, looking straight and throbbing with intense pubescent erec-
tion. Shane giggled, but my adoring eyes didn't leave the thir-
teen year old boy cock. Erin wiggled his butt and squirmed the
shorts down his smooth, hairless thighs.
His penis was big, but not quite as big as Eric's. It stuck
out so hard but his soft brown foreskin still partially covered
his penis head. It was still more than half visible however and
might have been the same dark brown color of his tiny nipples
save for the fact that his erection made it shine brightly,
glowing a faint purple with excitement. It stuck out a stiff,
pulsing six inches, his foreskin running smooth and unblemished
all along its slender length. It was the same color as his belly
and looked adorable. Prettiest of all about his penis was the
small patch of downy, dark brown hairs that decorated between his
smooth legs. They looked a lot like Eric's, very small and
straight, looking softer than rabbit fur. Through the little
hairs, I could still see the soft, smooth brown skin of his pubic
mound. There was only a small circle of the young peach fuzz and
none of it touched his hairless brown scrotum. It held his large
testicles close to his body and I could see the oval curves of
his balls clearly through the smooth skin.
Erin pulled his smooth, long legs from the shorts and tossed
them on the floor. He sat down on one butt cheek, supporting
himself with a skinny arm, smiling and blushing as Shane and I
adored him. His big penis stuck out throbbing and my mouth
watered looking at it, gazing at the soft beauty of his young
foreskin as it slowly retreated from his brightly shining penis
head. He was so excited that a little droplet of thin sperm
seeped from the little slit of his penis head, the droplet glis-
tening in the light and making me feel eager to taste his boy
seed.
Shane laid beside me giggling, his face blushing to see the
larger, furry erection of the older boy. I envied him fiercely,
wondering is Erin liked his eleven year old body more than me.
The little boy did have a bigger penis and it was very pretty as
he lay naked beside me, his foreskin covered penis still pulsing
rhythmically above his hairless belly.
I felt and heard Erin's naked body starting to move and my
eyes quickly turned to him, my heart beating faster in hopes that
the pretty pubescent boy was coming over to me. I felt like
crying, however, when he crawled up beside Shane, the little boy
separating me from the older boy. Erin laid his smooth cheek
against the eleven year old's thin shoulder, his large brown hand
laying down on the skinny boy's little chest. I laid there
feeling unloved, but resigned to accept the fact that Shane was
much prettier than I was. I watched the teenager as his lips
lightly caressed Shane's smooth, pale face, his hand rubbing
lovingly across the little boy's flat chest. He slipped his
fingers beneath the child's arm, his large hand still holding to
the little mound of the boy's childish muscles.
Shane giggled bashfully as his body was loved by the older
boy and I felt my eyes dropping down the skinny little boy's baby
soft belly. I stared in adoration at his young, three and a half
inch cock as it throbbed in his pale pink foreskin. It looked so
big on the smooth, hairless mound between his legs and I could
just see his tiny slit as his purple penis head poked ever so
slightly through his foreskin.
I felt sad knowing that both Erin and I adored the little boy
more than me. Adoring his hairless innocence, however, was also
very pleasant, watching his young cock throbbing in prepubescent
beauty. Despite my longing desire for affection, my adoration
for the naked little boy brought some comfort. Knowing that even
if I wasn't loved, I was still free to love the hairless child.
Gazing at his tensely throbbing boner, I watched as my small hand
moved slowly toward it.
Shane let out a startled cry and stared down at his cock as
my fingers took gentle hold of it. Despite the soft thickness of
his foreskin, I could feel it throbbing with intense hardness
beneath. It felt so nice, so soft in the pale foreskin, so hard
in erection, so hairless in boyhood. The boy's head turned
toward me and I looked over at him. He was grinning with excite-
ment, his face so adorable that all I could do was gaze at him
with love. He looked excitedly back down at his penis as my
fingers continued to enjoy its pulsing beauty.
Erin was smiling as his lips continued to caress the little
boy's skinny neck and down over his baby soft little shoulder. I
watched him, wishing that he was kissing my body like that. He
was even more tender than Eric, his fingers still slipped into
the child's hairless underarm as his hand gently held to his
little boy chest. I was so jealous.
I looked down Shane's thin, hairless body at my fingers still
gently feeling his throbbing young organ. I loved him so much
despite my jealousy for his beauty. I almost couldn't bare to
look at his young, hairless erection and my eyes gazed at his
little chest. It looked so small and pale beneath Erin's hand,
but the darker boy had moved enough that one of the child's tiny
purple nipples was exposed. Shane seemed to enjoy having his
chest kissed by the older boy so much that I longed to be equally
pleasurable for him. Still holding his throbbing cock, I moved
down a little bit, sitting up and leaning my face toward his
beautiful little chest.
I pressed my lips against the little boy's tiny nipple,
feeling the firmness of its little erection as my lips pressed
against his baby soft skin. His skin was so smooth, his body so
small and beautiful. As I kissed his little chest, my eyes could
see how pretty his thin rib cage was and I felt my lips gravitat-
ing toward it. I could feel the gentle ripples of his hard ribs
against my mouth, adoring the softness of his skin, the perfect,
unblemished smoothness of his body.
I sat up farther as my blue eyes caught sight of his little
belly button. It was as if I didn't know that I was getting so
close to his cock. I still held his hairless wonder in my fin-
gers. I wasn't masturbating him, just holding it, so gently that
I didn't even pull his foreskin free of the head, something I
longed to see completely bared. My lips pressed down near to his
belly button, kissing the baby soft skin of his belly, feeling
the little boy's muscles shivering in excitement. Both Shane and
Erin giggled at me, but I still didn't think about what I was
doing. I so adored his smooth skin that it never occurred to me
that his erection was only inches away. The lower I got, the
more beautiful he seemed and I could see how smooth and baby soft
his lower belly was. Panting gently through my kissing lips, I
felt them moving lower and suddenly felt the head of his penis
poking against my cheek.
I was so startled to feel it, warm and pulsing against my
soft skin, that I sat up in astonishment. I looked down at the
hairless uncircumcised boy cock, my hand still holding it, and
suddenly realized that I was practically sucking it already.
Looking at its pale, hairless beauty, I knew that I wanted to
suck on it.
My heart pounding with nervousness, I let my head move down
between the child's legs. My mouth opened and, before I'd really
thought about it, my hand slipped from his penis to allow my lips
to totally engulf the young erection. It was so hard, feeling
thick between my lips, the foreskin tasting wonderful against my
tongue. I wrapped my lips down near his hairless pubic mound,
his full three and a half inch penis in my mouth, his hairless
skin against my lips, the cock pressed against my throat until I
thought I would gag. It was so weird, my mind filled with so
much confusion that I scarcely knew what I was doing. My tongue
could feel the boy pulsing all along it, and my lips were acutely
aware of the hairless skin pressed against them. As my mouth
held to his boy cock, I tried to understand how the boy felt and
soon realized that his high pitched voice was whimpering in
boyish delight. Erin was still kissing his small chest, but I
knew it was me sucking his penis that excited him most.
Swallowing in embarrassment, I pulled my head from his cock.
It still throbbed sticking out its straight three and a half
inches with persistent intensity. His foreskin had retreated a
little more, but still covered the firm ridge of his purple penis
head. My fingers, which still held to the hairless base of his
cock, moved slowly up the slender shaft. I swallowed again,
panting with affection for his hairless erection. Nervously, my
fingers gently gripped his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin
back. His slimy, glistening penis head poked slowly out as his
pale foreskin slipped down his throbbing shaft. I stared at it
with intense love, so jealous of his hairless beauty, the gifted
size of his boyish penis. His purple penis head pulsed rhythmi-
cally, the little slit and rhythmic movements pleading with me to
take it in my mouth again. The slit was gaping wide with the
ferocity of his erection, his whole cock moving up and down, up
and down.
Erin was giggling as he kissed the boy's skinny chest, but I
didn't care. Swallowing again, I leaned forward and felt his
rock hard, pulsing penis head press against my lips. It felt so
big, so swollen, so hard. As Eric had taught me, I let the young
thing push its way back into my slimy mouth. Still holding his
foreskin against his hairless body, I let my lips slide down on
him, hearing the little boy crying with pleasure and excitement.
Shane's small, boyish hand slipped to my little shoulder and
I could feel it showing his approval by ever so slightly pressing
down on me. My mouth moved down his stiff erection, swallowing
the hairless young thing until my lips were again pressed against
his hairless belly, feeling it again begging entrance to my
throat. The boy moaned loudly, his penis throbbing madly on my
tongue. His excitement embarrassed me, but he seemed to enjoy the
pleasure in his cock with great happiness. My saliva made his
exposed penis very slimy and I loved the feel of its hardness in
my mouth. It tasted so fresh and clean and I couldn't smell the
boy seed as I could when I sucked on Eric's big boner. Shane's
tasted clean and innocent.
Still pulling the boy's thick foreskin back, I let my lips
slide up his hairless boyhood, soon felt the firm ridge of his
purple penis head against the inside of my lips. I let them
slide over the little boy's head, feeling his body stiffen in
pleasure. It still felt big and still pulsed frantically, the
boy's skinny belly rippling gently as he squirmed ever so slight-
ly. Trying so hard to excite the child, I let my lips slide over
the slimy, glistening head of his excited erection, felt the
purple thing slip back inside, heard the little boy pant and cry
with pleasure as his slender shaft slipped between my lips. Soon,
I could feel the soft, hairless skin of his boyhood against my
lips again. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I adored it. I
sucked on the young thing until the boy was filled with pleasure.
I would have been content to hold that small, hairless penis
in my mouth forever, but excitement filled me with desire to feel
the little boy climaxing. Filled with love for the hairless boy,
I let my lips move up his slender penis shaft again. erin was
giggling and I was certain that he was laughing at me, but I
didn't care: Shane's penis was so hard and so excited, all I
could do was strive to give him his ultimate pleasure. God how I
loved the penis in my mouth as I let it hold to his bare penis
head, let the slender, pale shaft slide back into my mouth, his
young penis pulsing madly against my tongue.
I continued my slow, deliberate strokes on the child's boy-
hood, letting it slip in and out of my slimy mouth. Erin was
laughing at both of us, but I didn't care. All I cared about was
that sweet, hairless erection. I knew the little boy liked it
and I couldn't have stopped his joy for all the world. He was
squirming rhythmically now and I knew that he was very excited.
I fantasized about how wonderful his pleasure must be, knowing
that he was getting closer and closer to his prepubescent orgasm.
I knew the penis in my mouth was intensely excited and knew that
the eleven year old was soon going to feel the greatest pleasure
his body could give him. His penis was already so excited that
almost nothing could contain his orgasm.
My own penis was as tense and throbbing as Shane's and I was
so excited I was almost willing to release his penis and devote
all my attention to my own erection. I controlled myself, howev-
er, and settled on doing everything I could to get the little boy
off. My neck aching already from bending over his pubic mound, I
moaned softly and started to slide his penis in and out of my
mouth with frantic desire for him to climax.
The child's skinny body responded immediately with excited
convulsions. I could see his thin rib cage bulging with hard
bone, the crying boy frantically trying to deal with the pleasure
in his hairless penis. Ribs rippled even along his skinny chest,
the child filled with intense pleasure, his tiny boy nipples
erect with his excitement. He was crying so loudly, Erin still
giggling as he enjoyed the little boy's orgasmic pleasure, the
older boy's lips still tasting the child's smooth, hairless body
and underarms.
Shane's penis was moving in and out of my lips and I could
feel the shiny head slipping in and out, my lips lovingly rubbing
over the sensitive young thing until the frantic boy begged for
relief. He was so hard, so excited, his hairless penis throbbing
frantically, his skinny young body squirming as his blue eyes
closed and the boy cried with pleasure. I pulled his foreskin
all the way back and shoved his sensitive penis head all the way
against my throat casing him to cry louder, his head turning as
he struggled to deal with his immense pleasure.
His high pitched voice screamed as his penis leapt into full
blown orgasm. Erin had to hold the boy still so intense was the
frantic pleasure of his penis. His adorable young face was
twisted with uncontrollable pleasure, the boy still crying with
the intensity of his orgasm.
His skinny body jerked spasmodically on the bed, Erin trying
to hold him still, me plunging down on his stiff, hairless penis
and holding it. Through the hardness of his erection, I felt the
child's penis rhythmically flexing, longed for the taste of boy
sperm. His slender hips jerked with every flex, the boy crying
desperately. Nothing came out, however. Despite all the boys's
squirming, despite all his passion, the child was too young to
have semen. He lay with his skinny body contorting, his thin
hips jerking, his small, bald penis frantic to ejaculate as his
pleasure totally consumed him with pleasure. I leaned between his
legs holding his flexing penis full on my tongue, letting him
climax there with no reward save for the knowledge that he felt
very, very good.
He cried and sighed deeply as the peak of his orgasm subsid-
ed, the boy's rippling little body collapsing with deep gasps of
pleasure and little whines of relief. As his skinny body grew
still, I sucked all of his stiff boyhood into my mouth, holding
the hairless thing there, knowing the boy was reveling in the
pleasure he had so recently felt. I held his hard boyhood in my
mouth, the hairless young thing not softening in the slightest.
It felt so nice and I loved the boy so much, that I felt eager to
suck on his cock until he had another orgasm. His hand was still
on my little shoulder, and the boy showed that he was happy to
let me suck on his hairless erection forever.
Still, my neck was aching from sucking on him, and I soon had
to let the boy cock go. It lay there between his hairless legs,
not throbbing now, but still stiff and hard. His pale foreskin
slipped back across the hardness of his young penis head and his
whole cock was shining with my loving saliva.
My lips glistening with spit, I gazed up his slender, hair-
less belly, his gently rippling rib cage, his small, childish
chest, slender neck, the pretty, flushed beauty of his smooth
face. My God he was so beautiful. He was so small and young but
his small hairless penis was still able to give him the same
intense pleasure that mine gave me, the same pleasure that older
boys desired more than life itself. To see his soft, beautiful
face filled with happiness for the pleasure his penis was able to
fill, made me ache in love for him.
The boy's eyes were still closed initially, but they soon
opened. Seeing my adoring eyes, the boy smiled at me, his thin
lips panting in post-orgasm, his love for me and the pleasure I
brought to him enough to make me feel very good inside.
Erin lay beside the little boy, his smooth boy face smiling
at the child's happiness. His big hand still caressed Shane's
little chest and still petted his hairless underarm, but it soon
slid down the boy's skinny body, rubbing his baby soft skin with
adoring affection. As he did this, his adorable face and deep
brown eyes looked at my skinny body and I suddenly felt like all
his affection for Shane was only to get the boy off before he
turned to me. He loved me. I could feel that, and, as his eyes
gazed into mine before looking down my hairless, naked body, I
knew that I was the one he wanted to have sex with most.
Oddly enough, I felt more nervous knowing how much the boy
wanted me. Swallowing nervously, I tore my eyes from the older
boy and my skinny, naked body lay slowly down beside Shane, still
on the far side of the hairless boy's skinny body from Erin.
Somehow, I knew that I was next and that Erin was the boy who was
going to make my still throbbing erection climax. Make no mis-
take: I desired his affection and my own orgasm a great deal, but
I was very nervous knowing that the older boy was going to play
with my hairless, little cock.
It was so odd. I had felt so second-string for so long.
Now, I laid down and stared at my own naked, hairless body, at
the little throbbing boyhood between my own skinny thighs. My
little penis was beautiful. It may have been smaller than Sha-
ne's, and far more hairless than Erin's, but as I watched it
throbbing, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen and only my prepubescent embarrassment kept me from rubbing
on it myself.
Shane was giggling, his pretty face flushed with bashfulness
and post orgasm. He sat up on his elbows smiling at my naked
boyhood and even his skinny abdomen rippled with hard muscles,
his ribs joining them in rippling his small, thin body. Erin's
long, slender arm reach across the skinny boy's bare chest, his
soft forearm rubbing across the child's little nipples before
reaching all the way across and laying his hand on my little
chest.
"It's your turn, Kelvin," he grinned at me, causing me to
blush as I watched his pale brown hand laying on my almost white
skin. Shane lay back down giggling as Erin's teenaged, pubescent
body crawled over his skinny chest and reached for my body. I
felt his big hands slipping into my hairless armpits and let the
older boy pull me toward him. My skinny arms took hold of his
and I stared down at my penis as it suddenly pressed against the
little boy between us. Shane giggled again and I couldn't help
grinning as I felt his smooth, baby soft thigh sliding against my
excited little erection.
Erin seemed so strong to be almost lifting my little body up,
his skinny chest flexing with little muscles, his slender, almost
hairless arms rippling boyishly. I giggled with Shane suddenly
as I felt my stiff boner rubbing across his hairless penis. His
boyhood was a little softer now, the purple head swallowed in his
thick foreskin. It felt really nice pressing between my legs,
but was soon replaced by his other thigh as my body slid closer
to Erin.
The older boy's hands still held to my armpits and little boy
chest as he lifted me across onto him. I panted through my
excited giggles, astonished as the boy guided me between his
legs. His throbbing penis felt so big as it joined with mine and
I felt his hands slowly lowering my boy chest down onto his. His
body felt so hard beneath me, but soft too with the smoothness of
his pale brown skin. I could actually feel his tiny, erect
nipples pressing against my skin as I wiggled and found a com-
fortable place for my little body to lay on his, our penises
feeling warm as they lay side by side pressed between our pubic
mounds. His peach fuzz was so downy that I could just barely
feel it caressing my little penis head. Just thinking about it
was enough to excite me, however, and I wished I could see my
little, purple penis head laying against that little circle of
soft, dark brown fuzz.
Erin's big hands slipped through my underarms and I felt his
baby soft arms taking hold around my body. His arms were so long
and I was so skinny that it was easy for him to hold me, his big
hands moving tenderly across my thin shoulders. He was smiling
at me as I lay on top of him, my face filled with astonished
pants and soft exclamations of pleasure as I imagined our penises
rubbing each other. Even though I was panting, Erin blushed and
his beautiful, smooth brown face lifted toward mine. I was
astonished when he pressed his slimy lips against mine, but it
felt really nice so I lay there and let him kiss me.
Without thinking about it, I felt my skinny body gently
pressing my penis harder between his legs and I gasped louder.
Erin giggled at my boyish excitement and moved his lips so that
his baby soft cheek could rub against mine. "Are you getting
excited, Kelvin?" he asked, as if my whimpering pleasure wasn't
obvious. I didn't answer him, just lay there as my skinny body
started forcing me to rub my little erection rhythmically against
him. "That's so sweet," he said, his big hands rubbing lovingly
through my blond hair.
My body seemed to take this as permission and I felt it
straining to rub against him still more. I could feel his
smooth, hairless legs rubbing against mine, his big feet looking
larger against my smaller ones. The older boy held me closely to
his small, childishly muscular chest, one hand gently holding the
nape of my neck, the other holding to my skinny shoulders as my
body struggled to hump him against the tenderness of his loving
hug. "That's a boy," his young voice encouraged me as my head
slipped down on his shoulder, my boy voice whimpering with pleas-
ure. My penis was so hard it almost hurt and I couldn't seem to
stop myself from rubbing it against Erin's boy fuzz. He was
laying so still, only the tender caresses of his hands on my back
and neck moving him as my body gently moved rhythmically up and
down on him.
"Okay, Kelvin," he said, and I cried in frustration as I felt
his big hands slip into my hairless armpits again. I struggled
to push my penis against his some more, but the stronger boy
lifted me away, rolling me backward on the bed. I could feel
Shane's naked little body rub against my back and legs as the boy
squirmed over to give me room to lie between them. My face
pleading, I tried to remount the older boy, but he just smiled
and held me back. "It's okay, Kelvin," he giggled at my frantic
excitement. "Let's let Shane play with you, too."
I scarcely heard him say this, but it sunk in as I heard
Shane giggle, his small hand laying on my belly and rubbing my
soft skin. I looked down as I lay back on the bed. My hairless
little erection looked red and raw, still throbbing fantastical-
ly, the purple head looking so little and excited. Erin's big
hands joined Shane's, the older boy rubbing across my skinny
chest as he sat up on his butt. I stared at his big erection,
the brown head completely freed of his foreskin, so much so that
it didn't look like he even had a foreskin save for the smooth
perfection it gave his young penis shaft. His penis was pulsing
up and down, looking wonderful with the dark circle of soft fuzz
around the base. His testicles were held closely by his smooth
scrotum now forming a round ball at the base of his cock between
slender thighs as smooth and hairless as a child's.
Erin saw me staring at it and grinned down at me. "You like
sucking penises, don't you?" he blushed, his big hands rubbing my
chest. The droplet of sperm that had seeped from his penis head
was gone now and I realized how eager I was to suck him until he
squirt in my mouth. I licked my lips, my head reflexively nod-
ding in answer to the thirteen year old's question.
"I like sucking penises, too," Shane giggled through his
toothy grin. His pretty face was blushing brightly, his cheeks
flushed against his pale skin, but his blue eyes were twinkling
with excitement and it was obvious that the boy was telling the
truth. I looked down at his little chest and slender abdomen,
the small, hairless softness of his young boyhood.
"Do you suck on Michael's penis a lot?" Erin asked the eleven
year old boy.
Shane giggled and nodded. "He likes sticking it in my butt,
too," the boy blushed happily.
"Really?" Erin smiled at the boy's innocent happiness. I
looked at Shane blushing, picturing him having sex with the
muscular little pubescent Michael. I wished that I had a boy
friend whose penis was smaller like Michael's so I could find out
what it was like to be fucked more lovingly than I was at the
orphanage. Eric's seven inch erection was definitely too big for
my little butt. The thought of Shane's hairless little butthole
excited me even more and I was all ready to stick my little penis
inside him.
"Do you want to suck on Kelvin's penis?" Erin asked the boy.
Shane smiled down at it, then nodded excitedly up at the
older boy. His pretty young face smiled at me and his happiness
filled me with love for him. Without another word, the skinny
little boy turned his body toward my cock. I could feel his
chest laying down on my belly and soon felt his small hands
moving between my legs. He giggled and I moaned as I felt his
small fingers caressing the hairless skin around my boner.
Erin's tender hand traced slowly down my chin and I looked up
at him. He was smiling down at me in adoration and his fingers
lightly slid over my chin and gently touched my slender lips. He
opened them gently with his fingertip and I lay confused by his
tender love.
I let out a little cry as I felt Shane's small hand taking
hold of my stiff little penis. Erin's adorable face grinned at
my astonished pleasure, his fingers still caressing my smooth,
beardless face. "It's okay, Kelvin," he assured me. I lay in
excitement as I watched the older boy moving up toward me on his
knees. His big, six inch cock still throbbed madly and he was
soon sitting back on his ankles, his young manhood sticking
straight out in erection. I looked down across his small, slender
chest, adoring the perfect softness of his skin, his tiny brown
nipples, waiting to receive the hot penis I knew was coming.
My body tensed madly and I cried again as I felt Shane's cool
tongue start licking my hairless boyhood. I looked down, but all
I could see were the child's thin shoulders as he lay on me.
With his arm laying over my belly, his little armpit was laying
directly against my skin, feeling smooth and hairless. I wished I
could watch him licking my little erection. His back was so thin
and I adored the firm ridges of his small shoulder blades.
Erin waited for me to absorb some of the pleasure of having
my penis licked before his fingers again reached out to caress my
cheeks, again pulling my excited attention to him. His deep
brown eyes filled me with love as he stood up on his knees, his
young body looking long and thin and so unbelievably smooth with
his pale brown skin. I watched his hairless underarms as the boy
reached out his arms and reached across to the far side of my
head. He leaned down on his long, slender arms and stood on all
fours like a puppy. He didn't have to crawl very far to bring
his big penis to my face and I suddenly felt it poke against my
smooth cheek. Erin giggled as my body jerked in surprise and his
big hand reached down his body to take hold of his erection with
his fingers. The older boy pointed the young thing at my mouth
and I swallowed, feeling my breath panting through my lungs. I
watched Erin guiding his big, bulbous penis head to my lips and I
opened my mouth to greet it.
It felt hard and warm as it touched my lips, and I had to
open my mouth wider to give it room to enter. Reflexively, my
tongue stuck out to touch the boy's penis head and I could in-
stantly taste the sweet, boyish flavor of his seed, though his
cock was still free of actual semen. I could hear Erin breathing
faster, a big grin on his face, as he slipped his penis farther
into my mouth. It was so big and I was worried that he would
shove it down my throat. He was very gentle, however, and knew
how much of the young thing could fit in my childishly small
mouth. I could feel the rock hard head throbbing on my tongue
and nervously wrapped my lips around the firm ridge of it. The
boy pressed his hips forward slightly and a little more of his
cock slipped into my slimy mouth but not very much.
I looked up his skinny body laying over the top of me, could
see the pin pricks of his tiny, dark brown nipples sticking out
slightly from his otherwise perfectly smooth chest. Above that,
the adorable boy's head was bent over so he could look down at
his penis sticking in my mouth. He was grinning at me and I knew
he loved me.
Shane really knew how to excite a cock with his tongue and
mouth. His licking had focused more and more on my little purple
head and I soon felt him working the little thing into his mouth.
His lips wrapped around it and I felt them sliding down its
skinny, two and a half inch length. In no time, I felt his lips
pressing against my hairless belly and testicles. I needed air
so badly but the big cock in my mouth kept me from getting it.
It hissed through my nose, my little chest heaving up and down as
I moaned in pleasure. My boyish cries got little farther than my
chest, however as I continued sucking on Erin's penis head. It
felt so good.
I tried to look down at Shane again but still could see
nothing more than his skinny shoulder blades, the smooth, pale
perfection of his skin as the baby soft side of his chest lay
pressed across my belly. Feeling helpless in pleasure, my eyes
drifted upward and could see the last couple of inches of Erin's
cock as it pointed itself down into my mouth. I lay letting the
boys do what they wanted to do to me, my blue eyes able to see
little more than the soft black peach fuzz just around Erin's
penis. This was a wonderful sight and I enjoyed gazing at it as
I felt my penis filling with pleasure. At the same time, I could
see the underside of the thirteen year old's hairless scrotum.
It was so smooth and soft looking, a pale brown like the rest of
his magnificent pubescent body. From that angle, I couldn't see
any peach fuzz, just the soft hairlessness of his scrotum where
it joined to his smooth thighs.
I lay there without moving as my little boyhood was sucked by
Shane and my own mouth was filled with a thirteen year old penis.
Erin's thin body was moving ever so slightly up and down on me,
his penis sliding a little less than an inch in and out of my
lips. I could see the baby soft skin around his little belly
button rippling slightly as he moved, his young body undulating
in young, rhythmic pressure. My tongue could still feel his
penis head throbbing with his young heartbeat. It was so hard
that my tongue could actually feel the little slit gaping open.
It felt wonderful.
I was still moaning against the cock in my mouth as I felt
Shane's slimy lips sliding up and down on my stiff little erec-
tion. He moved up and down on it rhythmically and I was amazed
that an eleven year old boy could know so much about pleasing a
boy cock. His lips were pursed tightly around my little boner,
his blond head moving up and down between my legs. He let his
lips slide all the way over my little, purple boy head before
plunging back down to my hairless body. He had been doing this
same thing over and over again and it felt so good that I felt
like screaming my pleasure. I was so overcome by pleasure that I
fought to let my eyes see him doing it. Still, however, all I
could see was his back, watching his little shoulder blades
rippling as his entire body moved up and down, guiding his blond
head and slimy mouth moving on my erection.
Even with Erin's penis moving in my mouth, it was pretty
obvious how excited I was. Not only was I moaning as loudly as a
mouth full of penis could allow, but my skinny, hairless little
body was growing stiffer and stiffer. the pleasure in my penis
was so great that I was crying and neither Shane nor Erin had any
doubts that I was going to climax.
Shane responded by sucking even harder on me causing me to
squeal against Erin's penis head. The little boy's slimy lips
started to slide even faster up and down on my two and a half
inch erection until I was astonished that he could move so fast.
His mouth felt so warm, so slimy, as it plunged my cock franti-
cally in and out. I was so excited, so close to my prepubescent
orgasm, and I couldn't release any of my pleasure through crying
and moaning. Without even trying to, my skinny little body start-
ed to squirm and it was growing so tense and filled with passion
that the little boy must have had trouble keeping my hairless
penis in his mouth. If Erin's hips hadn't held me pinned to the
pillows with his cock, and Shane's naked body hadn't been laying
on my belly, I would have been a thrashing wreck, so intense was
my orgasm.
Erin was moaning now himself and he was still managing to
slip his penis in and out of my lips. I wanted to cry in love
for his boner and for his downy peach fuzz, but I was already too
busy crying for my own pleasure. I tried again to cry out when
the throbbing, rock hard penis head in my mouth suddenly squirt
sperm onto my tongue. I couldn't believe its wonderful flavor.
It coated my tongue, the taste of his puberty filling me with
love for him, adding to the pleasure in my own immature erection.
I lay there crying, still feeling Erin humping his penis between
my lips, tasting his wonderful boy seed as it made several
squirts into my mouth.
Perhaps it was the taste of Erin's sperm, but I was now lost
in orgasm. My body was squirming beneath the other boys' weight
and my slender hips were striving to shove my penis deeper into
Shane's warm mouth. I looked up and saw Erin's soft dark peach
fuzz and suddenly cried out with fantastic pleasure. My body
grew extremely rigid and I was filled with dizzy passion. It lay
there reveling in the intensity of its young pleasure then sud-
denly started jerking madly. I bounced on the bed, Shane swal-
lowing all of my boyhood and sucking on it as the little thing
between my legs tried to ejaculate its little sperms. I didn't
have any, of course, but my penis wanted to squirt so badly.
I collapsed in a crying, gasping heap on the bed as the
intense pleasure of orgasm subsided into a growing warmth that
spread from my penis all the way through my belly and across my
body. Every muscle in my arms and legs seemed to relax as if
they'd been clenched for hours and I felt so good. I needed air
so badly, but Erin's penis was still humping my mouth and I was
forced to take everything I could through my small boy nose. It
wasn't enough, but I let my chest heave with the effort to fill
them and let the thirteen year old boy have his way with me.
Shane was still sucking on my penis and it felt nice. It
didn't feel like it was getting softer, but it didn't hurt any-
more and I liked the slimy warmth of his mouth. I thought that
Erin had already had his orgasm, but he was still moaning very
loudly, his skinny chest and smooth body still rippling as he
pressed his penis in and out of my mouth. He seemed to be get-
ting more and more excited and this confused me: Eric and I
always relaxed after orgasm, and Eric's orgasm always came when
his penis squirt sperm. I could still taste Erin's sperm, but
the boy didn't seem at all ready to relax.
I was astonished and a little frightened when the small boy's
big hand suddenly reached between his legs. I could see his
thumb and forefinger gripping the exposed four inches of his
penis and the boy gasped very loudly as he started to masturbate
himself. I lay there without moving, feeling his slimy penis
rubbing on my tongue, and almost gagged in surprise when his big
penis started to squirt more sperm out. This tasted every bit as
good as the last time, but there was more of it and it felt
warmer. His hard penis head actually swelled as it squirt and I
could feel it squirting with a lot of strength, the boy's hand
still stroking madly on his young cock.
He lifted up on his knees, still masturbating himself. I
looked up his skinny, pale brown body as his cock slipped from my
lips. Though his penis was losing its strength, sperm still
spurted out of the head and it dripped into my face.
"Shane," the older boy gasped through his pleasure. "Come
and taste some sperm."
I felt the little boy's warm mouth leaving my penis and he
excitedly sat up and came over to Erin and I. he was grinning
delightedly as he gazed at Erin's penis, not squirting now, but
still covered with a layer of his thin sperm. Shane's lips were
very slimy from sucking on my boyhood, but he delightedly leaned
over and slipped Erin's sperm coated penis head into his mouth.
I adored the thought of the little boy's saliva joining mine on
that beautiful, pubescent penis and lay gasping easily now as I
watched him sucking Erin's cock.
"Mmmm," the little boy giggled as he tasted Erin's sperm.
Erin held the big cock in his hand and squeezed up its length.
His foreskin made a little collar of flesh against Shane's lips,
but he managed to squeeze the last of his sperm into the child's
mouth. Shane's cheeks were still flushed, but looked so smooth
as I saw him tasting Erin's semen, his blue eyes gazing up at the
skinny boy's bare chest and adorable face with love and adora-
tion. He was such a sweet little boy. I hoped that I would have
a little boy to love me someday who was just like Shane.
I was laying there as the eleven year old sucked Erin's
quickly softening penis above my chest. Although I adored watch-
ing them, my curiosity led me to look down at my penis. It was
softening now but was still bigger than it was normally. It
looked soggy and red and so beautiful in its hairless boyhood. I
wished that I could stick it in my mouth and taste Shane's slimy
saliva, but there wasn't much chance of that; it was just too
little.
Smiling down at the naked little boy, Erin's hands slipped
beneath Shane's hairless armpits and gently lifted him from his
slimy cock. The boys looked so happy and I felt myself blushing
and smiling with them. Erin's fingers were still in the boy's
armpits, his palms resting on Shane's little chest, but they
suddenly slid down the child's hard rib cage and tickled his
sensitive belly. Shane squealed madly and fell over on my body,
contorting wildly as Erin's fingers continued to stab at his
ribs. His high pitched squeals were so sweet and innocent and
the feel of his naked body squirming on my chest and belly was
wonderful. I tried to support the little boy by holding him with
my hands, as much to get him still so that he didn't kick my
penis or anything.
Erin seemed to like the fact that I was touching Shane and
let the little boy go from his tickles. the older boy lay down
beside me, his small chest swelling as he continued to breath
heavily from his penis's exertion. He lay there and smiled over
at me as I absently moved Shane's naked little body over to the
other side of me.
Shane's naked body giggled and the young boy rolled over me
and fell down between Erin and my naked bodies. We all giggled
at his boyish delight, though Erin and I were still hungry for
air. Still, the young boy was so playful we couldn't ignore him
and soon the three of us were wrestling naked, limp penises and
soft bodies rubbing against each other with enthusiastic joy.
Somehow, Erin's hands kept managing to find their way to our
exposed rib cages and both Shane and I were soon screaming with
laughter as the older boy tickled our ribs.
We wrestled like this for about ten minutes, finally growing
so exhausted that we collapsed against each other, Erin cradling
us both against his slender body. Shane and I blushed and smiled
at each other, each laying with a cheek pressed against one of
the older boy's tiny nipples. It felt so nice to share Erin's
love with the other little boy.
The door to the room opened and Eric walked in, a happy smile
on his face. He was stark naked, his big penis swinging between
his legs so far I could tell he had been playing with another
boy. "What's going on in here?" he grinned and came over to us.
"We were playing," Shane giggled as the fourth boy's naked
body climbed into bed with us. His big penis got more than a
casual glance from the other boys. I just buried my face against
his chest and stroked his belly, happy to be with him again.
"Sounded like you were being skinned alive," Eric grinned,
his soft hand tenderly stroking my back with love.
"Well, Erin was tickling us," the young boy defended grinning
his cute boyish grin, revealing the small gap of his missing
tooth again.
"Thanks, Eric," Erin said kissing my lover. "You really made
my last night something to remember."
Eric looked rather pained by this declaration, but shrugged
his shoulders. "Erin... can you really stop... you know..."
Erin's face grew serious a moment and he didn't look back at
Eric. "No," he said at length. "...and I'm not going to."
"Huh?" Eric's face questioned. "You have to get married in
two hours."
Erin swallowed nervously. "I'm not going to marry that Sally
Stratford," he declared.
"But you have to. It's your fourteenth birthday."
Erin suddenly looked at Eric, his cute face so serious it
caught all of our attentions. "Can you keep a secret, Eric? I
mean a real big one? You guys, too?" he added looking at Shane
and I.
We nodded, all filled with nervous fear for the boy.
"I'm running away tonight."
"What?!" Eric's voice cracked. "You can't run away. They'll
hunt you down. You'll never be able to hide from the dwarves and
you can't get over the mountains alive."
"I have... friends," the boy swallowed, looking away again.
"Who?" Eric asked.
"Just some friends. They're friends of Jonathan's. They
paid the dwarves to let me sneak out in a wagon."
"Pa says Jonathan is friends with the Boylovers," Eric said,
a loose point but one that caught all eyes when Erin suddenly
stared in surprise then looked away. "Mama says there aren't any
Boylovers," Eric added doubtfully. "And Mother, too. They said
Pa was just crazy 'cause of the Holy Warrior tribe he belongs
to."
Erin just shrugged. "I shouldn't have said anything," he
said. There was a long moment of silence, Erin stroking Shane's
shoulder, the three of us just staring at the boy.
"A boy can't leave his wedding," Shane said wide eyed. "All
boys have to marry a girl. My Mother says it's a sin not to."
"Well, then I'm going to sin. You promised not to tell,
Shane."
"I won't," the boy said weakly, suddenly crossing his heart
and hoping to die.
"Where are you going to go?" Eric asked his friend.
"Kovz," Erin replied, his eyes flashing with eagerness.
"There aren't any girls there, Eric. Just boys. And you don't
have to ever grow up. And you can play the game as long as you
want."
"Who are the Boylovers?" I asked.
"They're these boys who never grow up and never die and play
the game forever. That's who the Holy Warriors are, Eric, and
that's why they hate the Boylovers. They say any boy who plays
with a Boylover will never be able to make babies and you know
what that would do to your dowry..."
"But you're getting married..."
"No, I'm not. I'm going to Kovzland."
All of us jumped in conspiratorial terror that we were caught
when there was a knock at the door. Without an invitation, the
door opened but no one was there. We all stared wide-eyed in
confusion as the door suddenly closed.
"What the..." Erin started to say, but before he could fin-
ish, two forms appeared in the air, moving as if they were taking
off clothing we couldn't see. As soon as the invisible clothing
was free from their arms, it appeared as two light blue robes
which the two people draped over their arms.
We were all so stunned by their appearance that it took us a
moment before we started trying to conceal our naked bodies.
"Jonathan," Eric's voice cracked. Erin's naked body immediately
jumped up from the bed and his small, young penis swung gently
between his legs as he went up to one of the two visitors.
"How did you do that?" his high pitched voice asked. The
first visitor was a boy of about fifteen, a cute boy with blond
hair who nonchalantly kissed Erin's cheek and smiled happily. He
didn't look much taller than Eric despite the mature way he
carried himself, but then Eric was a tall boy for his age.
"They're robes of invisibility. You don't think they'd have
let us in here if they could see us do you?" His voice had
changed into a baritone, but still had the rough boyish sound of
a young teenager to it. He was dressed in slacks, a shirt and
ankle high boots.
The person with him was a man of about forty, dressed in a
green shirt and leather vest. He had a bow strapped across his
back and his friendly face smiled at Erin's naked body. "A
pleasure to make your acquaintance, Erin," he smiled, taking
Erin's hand and bowing to him.
Erin immediately blushed and we could see him fight from
trying to cover his limp penis.
"I'm sorry," the blond haired boy said. "This is Eric.. oh,
we have two Eric's here," he nodded toward my Eric.
"Hi, Jonathan," Eric nodded. He, Shane and I had all grabbed
fragments of clothing from the bed and floor to cover ourselves
and we blushed brightly.
"Anyway," the adolescent smiled. "This is the guy I was
telling you about."
The man was still staring at the three of us on the bed and
his eyes suddenly widened. "Kelvin!" he exclaimed, his long legs
rapidly crossing the room and coming up to me until I cowered
back from him. "Does Chris know you're here?" He stared at the
shock in my face for a long moment then suddenly smiled with
irony. "Oh, Kelvin," he sighed, still smiling. "You were killed
after all."
I just stared at him in confusion and embarrassment. I was
certain I had never seen him before in my life.
"You know him?" Jonathan asked.
"No," the man grinned. "No, of course not. I just had him
confused with another boy I know." He was still leaning toward me
and his smiling face glanced across my body.
I shrugged, still leaning away from him in fear.
"Where's the necklace?" he asked and my eyes grew wider. "Do
you know?"
"Master Thorne has it," my young voice squeaked.
"And the lamp?"
I shrugged my bare shoulders.
He smiled more broadly at me and I jumped as he tousled my
hair. "Don't be afraid," he said. "Just remember: never take
that ring off."
I jumped again having long since forgotten the ring around my
thumb and quickly surprised that he could see it. With a brief
glance I could see an identical ring around the man's finger and
a shiver ran up my spine. The man just smiled. He gently lifted
my hand and pulled the ring off my finger. "Here," he said. I
was too frightened and confused to move as he slipped the ring
onto my left index finger. "It'll be more comfortable there." I
had been certain and was still certain that the ring was too big
to stay on my slender, little fingers, but as I looked down at it
I saw that it fit perfectly.
In shock, I turned to Eric, but the young boy just sat there
without moving, his bare chest just as still as the rest of him,
as if he weren't even breathing. A frightened glance about the
room proved that they were all like this, everyone frozen solid
save for me and the smiling man before me. I was so frightened I
almost screamed but just sat trembling at the man.
"It'll be okay, soon, boy. Don't be afraid." He stood up
suddenly. "Uncanny resemblance, but this is plainly not the same
boy," he said crossing back to Jonathan and Erin.
"He lost his memory," Eric said. "He can't remember any-
thing."
"Is that so? Well, I hear those things clear up eventually.
We have to be going soon, Jonathan."
"Yeah. Are you ready, Erin?" the boy grinned down at the
youth's naked body.
"I have to get dressed," Erin said already starting back to
his clothes. I could see the nervous fear in his cute face but it
was nothing compared to the fear that still filled me.
"Never mind all that," the man smiled. He pulled a small
packet from his shirt pocket and tossed it toward Erin. Before
it reached the boy, it expanded and grew into a blue robe identi-
cal to the ones they had been wearing when they entered. "No one
will see you with that on."
Erin unfolded it, grinning excitedly at the magic it con-
tained, then suddenly grew solemn and turned back to Jonathan.
"Can I say good bye to my friends?" he asked.
"Of course," the man smiled. "But be quick about it if you
don't want to be married soon."
Erin turned toward us then suddenly looked back. "Hey, why
can't they come, too?" he grinned.
"No," the man shot back quickly, his smile not wavering. I
could see him glance at me. "Not now. They'll have to come
later."
"I'm not going anywhere," Eric suddenly defended, blushing
despite his determination.
"You will," the man nodded. He looked at me again with the
same ironic smiled I'd seen before. "Sooner or later you'll all
have to."
None of us challenged his words, least of all me who sat in
utter confusion, for none of us understood what he was talking
about. Erin turned toward us as if he were about to cry.
"You must come later, Eric. Please." Eric didn't say any-
thing, just sat watching. "Thanks for the going away party. Tell
Michael thanks, too." The boy seemed to fumble for something more
to say but turned and walked back toward Jonathan and the man.
"On with the robes," the man instructed, and soon their
bodies were disappearing beneath them.
"Good-bye," we heard Erin's voice say as the door opened.
When it closed, we knew we were alone.
Eric and I rode home in silence, me too frightened and con-
fused to tell him what had happened between the man and I. What
did it all mean?
We went to bed together in his room, though we were both too
wrapped up in our private thoughts to have any interest in play-
ing together. With tender kisses, our naked bodies curled up and
we were soon fast asleep.