The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1: Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Six
A couple of hours later, Eric and I were swimming in the pool
again. He had done a good job of cheering me up, assuring me
that Robin still liked me even if he did love his father more. I
wasn't feeling very talkative or playful, but I wasn't completely
unhappy anymore and I was having fun swimming naked.
Although I could still only dog paddle, I discovered that I
could swim underwater and go all the way down to the bottom about
ten feet down. This seemed to be such great fun that I started
doing it over and over again, searching along the bottom as if
expecting to find some great treasure. When I came to the sur-
face once, I heard Eric calling to me from the shore. I was
gasping for air and had to push the hair from my forehead, but
turned and saw my smooth young friend sitting on the warm rocks
rhythmically stroking his penis. He was grinning from ear to ear
and his large hand moved up and down on his seven inch erection,
soft brown foreskin rubbing all over his brown penis head.
Smiling and blushing, I dog paddled to shore and crawled out
of the water. The rocks felt warm beneath my bare feet as I
walked over to Eric, his happy brown eyes gazing at my hairless
little penis sitting on my small testicles. I wiped the water
from my face and giggled at the horny pubescent boy.
"You better hurry..." Eric panted excitedly. I blushed and
smiled broader as I lay down beside his thin naked body listening
to his excited moans. He pointed his penis at me as he grunted
and his soft, slender chest and belly stiffened in orgasm. I
swallowed quickly and leaned forward, opening my small mouth to
accept his penis. Instantly Eric started to jerk frantically and
his big hand pulled his foreskin all the way back. His big penis
head touched my lips just as the little teenager started to
ejaculate.
I quickly wrapped my lips around his penis head and tasted
his young sperm squirting onto my tongue. I smiled around the
cock in my mouth and felt happy to taste sperm again. It was
squirting out with boyish strength, still not very much but still
sweet with the taste of young innocence and beauty. He ejaculat-
ed more than Robin had which I liked and I licked it around my
mouth before swallowing his young seed.
Eric let go of his big penis and let me keep sucking on it as
it softened and oozed out the last of his sperm. I felt his big
hand rest on my shoulder as he lay back on the rock, looking
smooth and golden in the warm sunlight.
When I was finished sucking on his penis, I crawled up beside
him and his long arm wrapped around my thin shoulders pulling me
against his bare chest. I laid my cheek on his shoulder and put
my hand on his small nipple, laying still and happy, feeling the
older boy's love for me. My hairless little boyhood was still
limp and I pressed it against the boy's slender hips, laying a
smooth boy leg on his baby soft thigh.
"Do you want to go to the Boy's Club tonight?" he asked,
stroking my bare shoulder.
I shrugged. "If you do," I said, still thinking mostly of
Robin and wishing he could go with us.
We lay there in the warm sun for a long time before reclaim-
ing the horse and returning home. We got dressed in smart look-
ing baby blue suits and ties, our boyish legs bare beneath our
shorts. When the evening sky began to darken, we were sitting
silently at the table with the rest of the Thorne family.
The conversation at the Thorne table wasn't very interesting.
Mostly, it was a matter of Thorne and his wife discussing busi-
ness and dull things around the house, things boys my age weren't
very interested in. Caroline was permitted to join in the con-
versation as long as she was polite about it. The boys, on the
other hand, were either prohibited from speaking or just didn't
want to. Gary sat looking at me throughout the meal which made
me uncomfortable. Eric just leaned over his plate and shoveled
his food in, trying to look inconspicuous.
The talk switched to being about me with Master Thorne boast-
ing of how I had seduced the Wellesley boy and the look on Wel-
lesley's face when he realized it. This made Caroline and Mrs.
Thorne giggle and me to blush predictably.
"You don't suppose he'll want to sell out, do you?" Mrs
Thorne asked.
"Who? Wellesley? I'll buy him out tomorrow if he wants to,
but I don't think he'll betray the church. He knew when he took
the oath that he was giving his boys to the Old Ones' service."
"I thought he was a really cute boy," Caroline smirked.
"So did Kelvin," Thorne laughed.
"Did you like him, Kelvin?" Caroline smiled at me, not cruel-
ly.
I just blushed down at my plate and didn't say anything. It
didn't seem right for them to be making fun of Robin and me.
"Didn't you hear them?" Thorne laughed again. "Oh, stop it,
Kelvin," his laughter stopped when he saw I was upset. "Robin's
your boy, now. You want him back just say so and I'll go fetch
him myself."
I could well imagine him bursting into the Wellesley home and
stealing Robin from his father and I wasn't about to give him the
license to do it with. I said nothing. I noticed that Eric had
stopped eating.
Mrs. Thorne smiled over at me. "That's a very special honor,
Kelvin, for a boy your age to have a little boy friend." I wasn't
proud.
"Especially a really cute one," Caroline added.
"Alright you two, stop it. You're embarrassing the boy,"
Thorne instructed. "Eric, maybe you should invite Robin over for
dinner tomorrow night."
"He's Kelvin's boy friend," Eric replied in his soft, bashful
voice.
"That doesn't matter," Thorne shrugged. "Kelvin's your boy,
you have to help him out, too."
Thorne waited for Eric to respond but the boy stayed silent.
His father grunted in disappointment and shook his head.
"Maybe you could take Kelvin over to visit him this
evening..." Mrs Thorne suggested.
"We're going to the Boy's Club," Eric said, still not looking
up from his plate.
"Good," Thorne nodded, finishing his meal and dropping his
napkin on the plate. "But you remember what I said. Don't let
any of those boys play with Kelvin. Not even the little ones.
Every father in Tarsec Village is going to be pushing their boys
to play with Kelvin and some of those children can be pretty
determined. You just tell them their fathers have to talk to me.
You understand?"
"Yes, sir," Eric swallowed.
Thorne stood and left the table. "Damn, I got a gold mine
and don't even have to pay dwarves to mine it for me." He laughed
and left the room.
"May we be excused?" Eric asked as soon as he was gone. "We
have to get ready."
"Of course, dear," Mrs. Thorne replied, kissing the boy's
forehead and giving his slender neck a gentle squeeze.
"Come on," Eric said standing.
I stood up with eyes staring at the floor and followed the
older boy out. He didn't say anything to me as he led me back to
his room, which looked the same as mine save for not having any
teddy bears.
"It's not my fault," I said softly, feeling like crying
because he was mad at me.
"I know, Kelvin," Eric sighed, sitting down on the bed. "He
used to rent me out when I was little, too. You just have to
remember that you don't have to do anything if you don't want
to... except if I tell you to and I won't. And he doesn't know
anything that goes on at the club so you can play with anybody
you want even if he does say no."
"I know," I said, though I hadn't realized that. I knew that
Eric had let me play with Erin and Shane. I didn't know I could
play with anybody I wanted, or nobody if I didn't want to.
Eric stood up and smiled at me, crossing the room and taking
me in his arms. I loved it when he held me and I felt myself
smiling. "I love you," I said, beginning to enjoy saying it to
other boys.
"I love you, too," he smiled, gently petting my hair.
We were giggling and playful as we stripped down naked to get
dressed for the club. This took awhile because I was feeling
pretty affectionate and wouldn't let Eric pick out clothes for
us. Every time he tried to turn his attention to the drawers I
would run up and slap his bottom or grab for his big penis. The
tall, slender teenager would immediately whirl around giggling,
chase me for a while, catch me, throw me on the bed and tickle me
until I was exhausted from giggling. Mostly he tickled my ribs,
but he had discovered that little boys were pretty ticklish
around their penises, too; or perhaps he just liked feeling it.
I would struggle sometimes or just lay there with my skinny legs
spread and let the boy fondle me. My erection was getting very
hard and I was eager for the boy to play with me, but he just
fondled it.
"Eric," I whined, when he turned yet again to the drawers.
"What?!" he giggled in mock impatience.
"Play with me," I said in my most pouting voice. I was
sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down on it, the rhythmic
motion feeling nice.
"No, not till we get to the club."
"Why not?"
"Because it'll be funner and you can meet some other boys."
"Will Erin and Shane be there?" I was still bouncing on the
bed naked, but Eric suddenly turned, his face serious.
"Kelvin, don't say anything to anybody about Erin," he said
in a hushed whisper.
He looked so serious that I stopped bouncing, just sat there
with my hairless little erection pulsing. "Why not?"
"Because he'll get in trouble."
"Why?"
"Just trust me, Kelvin, okay? Don't even think about him."
I sat there for a moment trying to figure out what was so
important, but couldn't. "Will Shane be there?" I asked, quickly
forgetting the entire subject.
Eric grinned at my childishness. "Probably," he said, his
naked, soft brown body turning back to the dresser, "...if
Michael's there."
"I like Michael," I grinned and blushed, starting to bounce
on the bed again.
"Do you want to play with him?" Eric giggled.
"Does he want to play with me?" I asked, blushing brighter.
"Probably. Ask him."
I doubted that I would ask a boy to play with me but at the
moment, I thought I might.
"Will Robin be there?" I asked, as if I'd forgotten the
entire scene that afternoon.
"I don't think so, Kelvin," Eric replied. He pulled a pile
of clothing from the dresser and walked over to the bed, long,
beautiful penis swinging between his legs.
"Why not?" I asked again, still bouncing.
"Because he isn't a member of the club."
"Oh."
"Here," Eric said, throwing some clothes at me. "Put these
on."
I stopped bouncing and picked up the clothes trying to figure
out what they were. They felt like pajamas, but the fabric felt
stiffer. "What is it?" I asked as I examined them.
"Just put them on, would you? You ask more questions than a
four year old."
This kind of embarrassed me and I fell quiet, but Eric didn't
sound like he meant it. I could see now that he had given me a
pair of white pants, a white shirt and a baby blue, cloth belt.
It looked okay, so I shrugged my bare shoulders and stood up. My
two inch erection still stuck straight out but I was getting used
to having an erection and scarcely thought about it as I stepped
into the pants. They were a little too big for me and Eric knelt
down and rolled them up above my ankles. They were baggy and
were held up by a slender, white, cotton rope. I tied them
around my skinny hips with a small bow knot. As Eric started
dressing, I slipped into the shirt. It was baggy, too, and I was
confused to discover that it had no buttons and no ties to close
it with. I stood there holding the ends open, baring my little
boy chest, and looked at Eric.
He was pulling on a similar shirt and giggled when he saw the
confused look on my face. "That looks cute like it is," he
grinned, "but you close it with the sash."
I tipped my head uncertainly at him and he giggled again.
"Here."
He left his shirt hanging open and picked up the baby blue
sash from the bed. His large hands closed the shirt and wrapped
it loosely around my skinny chest. Holding it shut, he wrapped
the sash around me and tied it without a knot.
When he was done, I giggled at my own confusion and ran over
to the large mirror on his wall. It was a karate outfit and I
thought it looked adorable on me, the upper part of my chest
exposed almost to my ribs. I stood admiring myself as Eric came
over dressed in an identical outfit, save that his sash was
black. We looked cute. I felt happier in these outfits than the
ones we had worn the previous night. They didn't show as much of
our skin and didn't look like something a girl would wear. To
me, they were nice, normal boy clothes.
"Ready?" he grinned at my reflection.
I blushed and nodded, a boyish smile on my face as I thought
about being at the Boy's Club again. Nobody saw us as we slipped
out the back door and went down the path to the stables. Feeling
free, we were both giggling happily and jostling each other as we
climbed on Eric's horse and set off.
Mr. Hocket was again sitting at the desk when we came into
the entryway and my boyish bashfulness returned as Eric stepped
up to him. I felt his young arm wrapping around my shoulders and
I leaned against him, a blushing smile on my face.
The man lowered his paper and looked at us. "Hello, Eric,"
he nodded, eyes quickly turning to me.
He was looking closely at me and I turned away embarrassed.
"Okay," he said. "You boys go ahead."
We started toward the door, but he stopped us.
"Eric, what are you doing sharing him with that new boy and
not letting him play with Michael?" he asked.
Eric looked down blushing. "You'd have to talk to Pa, Mr.
Hocket," he said shyly.
"I see," the man nodded. "Your Pa has a way of having boys
everybody wants, doesn't he?" He said this with a smile, but I
didn't think he was very happy about it.
Eric stood there blushing, not certain what to say, and was
saved when the front door opened again. I felt my heart jump to
my throat when I saw that it was Mr. Wellesley.
The man stood outside and held the door open, his other hand
gently guiding two small boys, about seven or eight, into the
room. They were very cute boys and I smiled boyishly at them.
They looked very nervous in their blue jeans and short sleeved
shirts and blushed when they saw me, looking away bashfully,
silently moving closer to their father. I knew instantly that
they were Robin's little brothers. They were so adorable they
could be no others.
I looked up and felt my heart leap for joy as Robin stepped
in. Like the smaller boys, he was wearing blue jeans and a short
sleeve shirt, his feet in white tennis shoes. He saw me instant-
ly, and his eyes locked on mine, nervously at first, but relaxing
in an embarrassed smile when he saw me smiling at him.
Mr. Wellesley followed them in and closed the door. I felt
him looking at me and felt nervously afraid that he was going to
be mad at me. He turned to Mr. Hocket, however, and approached
the desk.
"I..." he began. "My boys want to join," he said. I looked
over at Robin and he was still blushing at me. I somehow knew
that he was the one who wanted to join most.
Hocket nodded. "Do they have boy friends," he asked, sighing
and taking out some forms.
"Uh... I, uh..." Wellesley said nervously.
"Look, Master Wellesley, the older boy there belongs to
Kelvin over there, don't he?" Hocket said, bored.
"Uh, I, uh, I..."
"He does, Mr. Hocket," Eric said bashfully. "They did it
today."
"Now," Hocket sighed turning back to the man, "did you buy
any boy friends for your other boys?"
"Well, uh, they're just children," Wellesley stammered,
looking terrified that his little boys would have to do it, too.
"That's fine," Hocket shrugged agreeably. "I was just making
sure. So you want one Up and two Down."
"I'm sorry?" Wellesley said. "What... what does that mean?
One Up, two Down?"
Hocket sighed again. "You want the older boy to be allowed
upstairs and the little ones to be down."
"What's the difference?" Wellesley asked, confused.
Hocket sighed and buried his face in his hands.
"It's right, sir," Eric said, stepping bashfully up to the
older man. "The little boys have to stay downstairs until
they..." His smooth brown face instantly grew crimson. "They
just play games there... regular games..."
Wellesley stared at Eric for a long moment, then glanced
briefly at me. He swallowed and nodded. "I understand," he said,
sighing. "Thanks."
"So, one Up, two Down?" Hocket repeated.
"Yes. Yes."
I looked over at Robin and felt a grin slip to my mouth. The
adorable boy blushed and grinned back.
"Then fill out this one for Robin," Hocket said giving one of
the forms to Wellesley, "and these ones for the little boys. You
boys can go on in," he said, tipping his head toward the inner
door.
"Oh, uh," Wellesley said, standing up from the forms. His
eyes glanced at Eric and I again, then turned to his sons. He
walked over to the shy boys and put his arms around all three of
them. They instantly melted against him. "I love you guys," he
said, hugging all of them.
All three of the boys returned his love and I stood watching
jealously, feeling a sad aching in my heart.
After a moment, the man let go of them and they stood huddled
near him as if ready to hug all over again. "I'll come back at
ten to pick you up, okay?" he asked, his eyes gazing over them
with adoration.
The boys nodded and his gaze turned to Robin. The boy stood
obedient and gazing up at the man, ready to do as he instructed.
The man's hand took hold of the boy's skinny neck and their eyes
looked deep into each others. "This is really what you want?" he
asked in a voice so soft I doubted Hocket could hear it.
"Wha..." the boy began, blushing and looking down. "I want
whatever you want, Dad," he said.
The man looked at him for a moment. "I want you to be
happy," he said, "then I'll be happy."
Blushing brightly, Robin smiled up at his father.
"They're..." he began bashfully. "They're nice, Dad."
The man nodded, an accepting smile on his face. He gently
pulled the boy's head forward and kissed his forehead. "I love
you, Robin," he said.
Robin blushed but, despite any embarrassment he might have
felt about such things in front of Eric and I, he fell into the
man's arms again and hugged him. I stood there adoring the man
and wishing I could be loved by him as much as he loved the three
boys.
"Alright," he sighed, standing up and letting the boy go.
"I'll be here at ten, okay?"
Robin blushed but smiled and nodded up at the man. Welles-
ley's hand rested on the boy's shoulder as Robin turned and
walked over to Eric and I. He stopped near us and stood blushing
down at me.
"Kelvin," I heard Wellesley's voice say. I turned and looked
up at him, willing to do anything he told me to do. "You be good
to my boys, okay?" he asked, his head nodding gently as if tell-
ing me how to answer.
I stared up at him in wonder for a long moment, then nodded
back. "I promise," I said in a voice that begged him to love me.
He gave a brief nod back then turned toward the door. His
hand gently tousled the silky brown hair of the smaller boys then
opened the door and stepped out into the night. All five of us
looked after him as Mr. Hocket shook his head and returned to his
newspaper. When we looked at each other, we all looked embar-
rassed for idolizing Wellesley.
An awkward moment past, and no one seemed to know what to do
or say. "This is Eric," I blushed, pointing to the boy who's arm
still held me.
Robin blushed at him so adorably that it would have been
impossible for Eric not to love him. The two boys shook hands
and I felt a gentle warmth touch me, pleased that they were both
going to be friends.
"Your Dad's really cool," Eric said, expressing the emotion
for both of us.
Robin just nodded and smiled, obviously aware of the fact.
"These are my brothers," his childlike voice said. "Adam and
Bryan."
The two small boys giggled a little and blushed, looking only
slightly less adorable than their twelve year old brother. Eric
and I smiled at their adorable bashfulness for a moment and I
loved sharing the moment with him.
"Well, let's introduce them to some friends," Eric said.
He pushed the door open and I stepped through it followed by
Robin and the little boys. Eric came quickly behind and we soon
entered the large room for the younger boys of the village.
These boys were, again, in a mixture of dressing, some naked,
some in skimpy clothes and some as well dressed as our young
charges. There were more than fifty of them and they were all
busy at a variety of games. When they saw us, more than a dozen
jumped up and scurried over to us. I expected them to swarm
around Eric again. I was astonished as their scantily clad or
naked bodies swarmed around me, small hands touching me through
my outfit, all of them pleading with me to take them upstairs.
They were all the older boys in the group, most of them as old,
if not older than, me. One of them was particularly adorable, a
blond-haired boy of eleven or twelve who was completely naked. I
was so enchanted by his face that I heard him above the other
childish voices saying, "My pa'll beat me if I don't go
upstairs." I was looking into his blue eyes and he knew he had my
attention. "I can play with it," he said, growing hands pulling
at my clothes.
I was ready and eager to invite him upstairs to play with us,
if for no other reason than to spare him a beating, but Eric's
young voice sounded above the chorus of children. "David!" he
said, "You're Down."
The cute boy flushed immediately and looked scared as he
remembered where he was, but he looked away only for a moment.
In that moment, I looked down at his slender, tanned body, and
was astonished to see how big his penis was. Even soft, it was
bigger than mine, even bigger than Robin's, but it was still
hairless.
"Please," he begged me, turning and taking hold of my shirt
again before I could stop gazing at his big penis. "I'll be a
good boy."
I was intensely embarrassed. Not only was his penis bigger
than mine, but the boy was taller and plainly wiser.
"Leave him alone, David," Eric said, seeing my confusion and
causing the boy to turn nervously around again. My eyes moved
instantly to his penis. "If you do, I'll tell Morgan about you."
The boy's eyes lit up for a second with delight, but he
contained himself. "Pa said it had to be you or Kelvin..."
The other young boys fell silent and were listening in. "How
old are you, David?" Eric smiled at the adorable boy.
"Eleven," he said shyly, and I blushed realizing he was the
same age as me and much more developed.
Eric grinned and shook his head. "I can't believe you don't
have a boy yet," he said. David looked saddened by this and
looked away, blushing in embarrassment. Eric smiled down at him.
"Okay," my boy friend said. "You can be my boy friend."
David looked up, his adorable face and blue eyes wide in
surprise. "You mean it?" he asked.
"As long as Kelvin doesn't mind." He looked over at me and I
shortly realized that he wanted my approval. A smile broke on my
face and I nodded delightedly, more than eager to have the young
boy join our small band of boys.
Eric smiled proudly at me and just had time to catch the
naked boy as he flew into his arms. "Alright, David," he
grinned. "Alright." His hands gently rubbed across the boy's
slender, bare shoulders and his eyes gazed down at him with
affection. Despite his attention and love for the other boy, I
didn't feel at all jealous. David was really pretty and I knew
Eric didn't love me any less, any more than I loved him less for
all my adoration of Robin.
When the young boy had expressed his gratitude sufficiently
and was ready to go upstairs, he lay holding to Eric and looked
over at us.
"David," Eric said. "Your first task is to pick someone to
be friends with Adam and Bryan." He motioned toward Robin's small
brothers and David looked nervous, instantly chewing on his
finger.
"Eddie," he said, after a moment to think.
"No," Eric grinned, near laughter. "It has to be an innocent
boy."
"Ricky?" he suggested uncertainly.
Eric shrugged. "Okay."
David motioned to a small, skinny boy of eight and, after a
moment, the boy came hesitantly over to us. He was very cute,
even cuter with the look of skepticism on his smooth, brown face.
"What do you want?" he asked cautiously.
He was wearing slacks and a shirt and didn't seem very inter-
ested or comfortable around David's naked body.
David was still chewing eagerly on one of his fingers. "Will
you be friends with these guys?" he asked, looking very worried
that the boy would say no.
Ricky looked at the small boys with serious, boyish consider-
ation. "Are they weirdos?" he asked, looking back at David, with
a tough glance at the taller boy holding him.
"No, they're nice, I swear," David's childish voice said
quickly.
Ricky's deep brown eyes challenged the little boys and looked
them up and down. "Do you know how to play marbles?" he asked
them, looking very stern and scrutinizing.
The older of the two boys stepped forward nervously, nodding.
"But we didn't bring any..." he said.
Ricky looked like he liked Adam right away and a boyish smile
touched him as he shrugged. "You can have some of mine, I
guess," he said. "Come on. You can meet my friend Bobby."
With little notice of Robin watching them or of the rest of
us, Adam and Bryan nervously but eagerly followed the skinny boy
into the room. We watched the little boys for awhile as Ricky
doled out a small handful of marbles to each of them from a
velvet bag, and were fairly certain that Ricky had been a good
choice.
"See?" David said. "He doesn't ever take his clothes off or
anything."
Eric grinned as Robin and I blushed. "Okay," he said, his
arm still around the naked boy's bare shoulders. "Come on."
Free of the little boys and with Eric holding to the young
boy he had just adopted, Robin and I dropped back and followed
the older boy toward the stairs.
"I didn't think your dad would let you come," I blushed,
feeling embarrassed about what the cute boy and I had done that
afternoon.
Robin blushed, too, and shrugged the thin shoulders in his
shirt. "He was just worried that we were being bad," he said.
"Oh," I said, relieved to know that we hadn't done anything
bad.
"I told him..." Robin's boyish voice stopped.
"What?" I asked, worried that he had told him everything.
"I told him we just played a game."
I was worried for a moment, but Robin was just blushing and
smiling and I felt a sigh of relief that he hadn't told him about
us being naked and me sucking on his penis.
"He said he just wanted to make sure I liked playing with you
and I told him I did."
"Oh," I smiled, feeling warm and happy inside.
"He said when he was little, boys didn't play with their
penises like we did."
My heart lurched and I felt terrified. I swallowed and
looked at Robin, but he was just smiling and walking as if every-
thing was okay. My ears grew hot and I looked away, wondering if
I was the only one who felt embarrassed about playing with boys'
penises.
Robin turned and looked at me then looked to the front again,
still smiling and blushing. "Dad said all the boys at the club
play with their penises," he said, blushing but not seeming the
least bit troubled by it. "It'll be fun, won't it?"
I walked along beside the adorable boy as we started up the
stairs and didn't answer. It wasn't that I felt ashamed; but I
wondered if there was something wrong with me, to be so worried
about everybody knowing what we did to each other. Robin didn't
seem to mind in the slightest, despite a little embarrassment,
and Eric was plainly quite happy to have everybody know.
Eric was giggling and holding David's thin shoulders as Robin
and I followed them up the stairs and through the doors to the
older boys' section. David was giggling nervously and I could see
his baby soft body flushed with shyness and excitement, knowing
that he was going to learn all sorts of new things about his
penis and knowing that his Dad was going to be very proud of him
for landing a boy like Eric. Robin and I both seemed too shy to
speak to each other, or perhaps just couldn't think of anything
to say. I wished he would hold me like Eric did, like Eric was
holding David, but Robin was as innocent and boyish as I was and
probably never thought about it.
Michael Hocket saw us as we entered. He smiled at Robin and
I walking nervously together, the same toothy smile that made
images of him naked flash through my mind. The look in his
pretty eyes and the slight flush in his cheeks just made me think
of him having an orgasm for some reason. I wondered if he had
that effect on all boys. He was wearing gym shorts and a tank
top, but all my mind could see was his hard body and stiff erec-
tion. Across the room, I could see Shane playing cards with a
skinny, dark haired boy.
Eric greeted Michael and the athletic young boy stood smiling
seductively at Robin and I, or at least it felt seductive to me.
I glanced over at Robin and saw that the adorable boy was looking
away bashfully. I smiled boyishly back at Michael, looking at
him through my long eyelashes too embarrassed to look directly
into those eyes. His body entranced me, his chest and arms
looking hard with highly defined muscles. It wasn't that he was
a big boy. In fact, he was only about an inch taller than me an
his chest was as small as Robin's. Nonetheless, his tank top
swelled and his biceps formed hard mounds on his arms.
"You heard from him?" Eric whispered to Michael.
Michael shot him a brief warning glance then shook his head
briefly. "Did you get a new toy, Eric?" Michael grinned down at
the naked boy in Eric's skinny arms.
Eric blushed and smiled proudly down at David. The eleven
year old's hairless penis still looked big and thick for a child
and I could tell that Michael liked it. "Someone has to help
David out. Gees, I was going to save him for McCormick but I
think he's waiting for Jeremy to turn ten."
"You must be Robin," Michael said, turning his attention back
to my adorable boy.
Robin blushed and nodded, but didn't smile or say anything.
"Is anyone in the Blue Room?" Eric asked.
"Not for another hour or so," Michael said. "Is David going
to play with his wiener?" he added, teasing the young boy.
David blushed brightly, but he was smiling and looked eager
to learn.
"We'll be back later," Eric sighed. "Come on, David." He
started to lead the naked child back toward the hallway, but
Michael stopped them.
"Hey, Eric, let me help."
"It's his first time, Michael..."
"So," Michael shrugged. "It's not like his Dad's throwing a
dinner or something."
Eric looked down at his young charge and smiled. "Okay. I
know just what you can do."
"Okay," Michael grinned happily. "I'll be there in just a
second."
Eric turned and now guided the nervous, giggling young David
back to lose his eleven year old virginity. "You guys come on,"
Michael said, instantly tugging Robin and I after him. "You can
watch."
This seemed a little odd to me and Robin was even more con-
fused, but neither of us said anything as we followed the older
boy toward the hall. We turned into a room and Michael shut the
door behind us. It was a long narrow room. The only light came
from one wall which was, quite simply, not there. The floor was
extremely soft, like velvet covering a thick layer of feathers.
We walked across this and I suddenly realized that the missing
wall adjoined to the blue room where Eric was just entering with
David.
"They can't see or hear you," Michael grinned. "On their
side, this looks like a real wall." This was confusing to me and
I didn't believe it at first because the sights and sounds from
the Blue Room past into our viewing room without the slightest
distortion, as if we were actually standing there not more than
fifteen feet from Eric and David. "Hey!" Michael suddenly yelled
loudly. Neither Eric nor David gave the slightest sign that they
heard and Michael grinned proudly. "You can watch from here.
I'll come back as soon as we're done with him." With that, the
athletic boy departed leaving Robin and I standing there silent-
ly.
Eric's large hands were beginning to caress David's naked
chest and belly and the young boy was starting to giggle nervous-
ly, his cute face flushed red. The older boy was smiling and
tenderly telling David about what he was going to do to his body
and penis. I scarcely listened however. Robin was moving si-
lently toward the opening and one of his oversized hands reached
out and felt across what looked to be a solid wall.
"It's magic or something," his boyish voice said, looking
back at me. I looked past him into the other room where Eric was
gently guiding the young eleven year old boy onto the large bed.
His hands were still caressing the younger boy whose big penis
still hung limp between his legs. Entranced by the gentle
guidance of my boy friend, I walked over to the wall and sat down
facing it. Robin still stood there watching as intently as I was
as Michael entered the room, a big grin on his face.
"What do you want me to do, Eric?" he asked, smiling at the
pretty, naked boy lying helpless and exposed on the bed.
Michael's high-pitched voice came to our ears as if nothing
separated us from them. I could even hear the sound of David's
soft skin rubbing across the bedspread.
Still gazing into David's nervous eyes, his fingertips gently
feeling across the smaller boy's chest, Eric said, "You can stick
it in him while I suck him off."
Michael instantly broke into a bigger grin and his big hands
quickly took hold of his tank top and peeled it off. I felt
Robin sinking down to sit beside me as I gazed at Michael's
beautiful body. He was still only thirteen so his shoulders
hadn't grown broad like a man's, but his small chest looked so
hard with boyish muscles and his arms were so pretty that I
longed wondering what it would be like to feel his body against
mine. He had little, brown nipples on the mounds of his chest,
mounds that looked like they would fit wonderfully in my small
hands. Beneath them, his slender abdomen rippled with boyish
muscles and his rib cage. Even his little belly button looked
adorable against the soft, pale brown skin that covered his body.
His body turned as he reached for his shorts and I could see
the soft, smooth perfection of his back. His shoulder blades
were still prominent like a skinny boy's and I could see the
ridges of his backbone, but the rest of his back and shoulders
looked smooth with gently rippling muscles. I felt myself swal-
low in embarrassment as he pushed his shorts down and exposed his
small, round bottom to us. It was paler than the rest of his
body, like most boy's were, but it was cute to, cute enough that
I was embarrassed still more to realize that I liked looking at
other boy's butts.
Eric was still cooing to David and the hairless boy was
giggling more frantically now as the smooth, pale skin around his
young cock was gently caressed and petted. As I said before, he
had no more pubic hair than a bowling ball and his big, bald
penis lay back against his belly swelling slowly into an erec-
tion. Between his creamy thighs, his young testicles were pulled
into the smooth soft mound of his hairless scrotum, looking pink
and slightly wrinkled. Eric's big hand took hold of the round
balls and he felt them, all the while his gentle reassurances to
the innocent boy filling our ears with the beautiful soprano of
his boyish voice.
Michael grinned and stretched, rippling his hard little
muscles, and turned enough that Robin and I could see the mag-
nificent beauty of his stiff erection. His boyish cock was only
a little over four and a half inches long, making it bigger than
mine or Robin's, but perhaps smaller than the stiffening erection
between David's legs and certainly smaller than Eric's gifted
cock. Nonetheless, the horny pubescent boy displayed it with
great pride and with no apparent embarrassment, even thrusting
his hips outward to show it off to David's excited blue eyes.
The young boy took great fascination in the older boy's erection,
probably as entranced as I was by the sparse, dark brown little
pubic hairs around its base. It really was an adorable penis,
the purple head poking clear out from his brown foreskin and
showing how eager it was to play with the child by its shiny
throbbing.
Eric's big hand was now taking complete hold of David's hard
boner and the young boy whimpered and stared at it in astonish-
ment. Fully erect now, the eleven year old's penis was already a
full six inches long and was much thicker than Michael's stiff
penis. It looked strange to see so large a penis on a boy who
was so young and hairless, and I realized that Eric was right to
be so amazed that David hadn't been adopted yet, especially
knowing how the people in Tarsec Village worshipped boys with big
penises. David was only eleven and still had a lot of growing to
do. I could only wonder how big his cock would be when he was
thirteen and I wondered if Eric's cock had been that big in his
boyhood.
Eric tugged on the child's big cock several times, getting it
real hard and excited and causing David to cry weakly, then stood
up. By this time, I knew Eric's pubescent body very well but I
was no less enchanted by the soft beauty of it as he took off the
karate outfits we'd put on earlier. His skin looked softer and
smoother than the other boy's and his thin, gangly pubescent body
somehow got me more excited than their's. There was something
about boy's with long legs and arms and overgrown hands and feet
that affected me and Eric was an ideal image of this stage in a
boy's development. David stared at the thirteen year old's big
erection in nervous excitement and I saw him swallow nervously as
the tall boy laid down next to him and gently took his small
naked body in his arms.
"That's a good boy," he cooed to David as he petted his blond
hair and across his thin shoulders. Not wanting to miss out on
the fun, Michael's excited, naked body scurried up on the bed
behind David and he pressed his adorable chest and stiff young
penis against the boy's back and bottom.
I could hear Robin panting softly beside me as we sat there
and watched the beautiful image of the three naked boy's bodies
rubbing against each other. We could see flashes of their hard
penises poking and rubbing against their bellies and butts and
bodies and it was all intensely erotic. Add to the image the
sounds of their gasps and David's childish cries of wonder and it
was easy to understand how horny I was starting to feel.
Nervously, I glanced over at Robin through the corner of my
eye, was astonished and excited to see his fingers awkwardly and
absently caressing the bulge in his blue jeans. The poor boy was
as horny as I was. I didn't do anything, however. It just
seemed weird to start playing with Robin when the three other
boys were doing it right in front of us.
"What are you doing?" David's high pitched, childish voice
asked, sounding a little nervous as Eric tenderly petted his
young face and Michael began gently kissing his immature belly.
"Don't worry," Eric smiled down at the innocent virgin. I
was again astonished by Eric's seductive tenderness with little
boy's. His long fingers and the loving smile on his face belied
how fearful and uncertain the thirteen year old was around
adults. His seven inch cock was sticking straight out and the
brown head was poking free of his smooth foreskin. I could see
him gently pressing it against the small, hairless boy's thigh as
his long fingers gently caressed David's small chest and soft
skin. It looked so big beside the smaller boy and so pretty with
his soft brown peach fuzz.
Michael was leaning over David's belly and was kissing it as
his big hands rubbed across the eleven year old's rib cage. He
was smiling delightedly, loving the younger boy's whimpering
cries as his innocent body was tenderly fondled into manhood. He
was leaning over so I couldn't see his slender young erection.
David's hairless penis was completely exposed, however, and I
gazed at it lovingly, envious of how big it was in his tender
years. I watched with growing excitement as Michael's hand,
traced with small blue veins that boasted of his hard muscles,
gently reached down and felt the prepubescent's hairless scrotum.
Having his private parts directly fondled by another boy seemed
to make David even more uncertain and nervous and I heard his
whimpers become more frightened.
I was somehow certain that David had played with boys before,
that he and the other little boys downstairs eagerly and awkward-
ly experimented with each other's naked bodies. Of the little
boys, David, most particularly, seemed to eager to share his
penis with boys not to have done so before the ripe old age of
eleven. In my mind, I could envision it quite clearly, their
hairless little boners sticking out from their skinny bodies as
they giggled and jostled each other. Nonetheless, the look in
his pretty face and the virgin cries from his boyish chest made
him seem very innocent indeed. Perhaps it was just the greater
experience of the older boys, the two of them knowing just how to
make a little boy's body squirm with excitement and a willingness
to let them have their way with him. At any rate, I watched
Michael's hand take hold of the child's five inch boner with envy
and adoration, adoring most the frightened cry that escaped from
the little boy.
I was so shocked when I felt Robin touch my shoulder that I
let out a startled cry and almost jumped away. I had held my
place but my reaction was enough to send a bright glow into
Robin's smooth, adorable face and to cause the young pubescent to
look away in fearful shame. It was almost the prettiest he had
ever looked with the glow from the next room shining across his
soft, tanned cheeks in idyllic beauty. Only his smile could have
enchanted me more.
The hormones in his slender young body were so great that I
could practically feel them radiating through him like the heat
of his pubescent desires. I could see the effect they were
having on him by the slender, hard bulge sticking up and pressing
against the zipper in his blue jeans. I stared between his legs,
envisioning the exquisite beauty of his hairless erection pulsing
beneath the cloth. Despite the presence of the squirming, naked
boys in the next room and the fact that we could see and hear
them so clearly, I had no doubt that Robin didn't want to wait
for Michael to come back to play with us. I had opened the pan-
dora's box of his pubescent penis and, like any boy his age, he
had little strength to control it any more.
My eyes gazed slowly up his shirt. It was loose on him, but
draped around his thin body beautifully, showing how small and
childish his chest was despite the long, awkwardness of his legs
and arms. He was still looking away shamefully when I reached
his adorable face and I gazed at the baby soft skin of his blush-
ing cheeks beneath his long, black eyelashes. He was unbeliev-
able cute and quite beyond my young ability to keep from loving.
Although he was my boy and I had every right to make the
first advance, I was too shy and innocent myself to say anything
to him or to reach out and touch him as he had done me. Instead,
I swallowed in embarrassment and silently undid the sash to my
shirt. Feeling oddly uncertain about what I was doing, I pulled
the sleeves down my arms, felt the cotton slip over my little
shoulders, and pulled the shirt free of my skinny little body. I
was too shy and boyish to look at Robin as I sat there wearing
just the baggy white pants Eric had dressed me in. I had no
underwear on and the rough caress of the cotton against my stiff
little boner sent shivers of pleasant ache into it.
I knew that Robin was looking at my bare chest, but I could-
n't bring myself to look back. Instead I just sat there and
waited for the boy to feel my smooth skin, to caress my body the
way Michael and Eric were doing to David. When several moments
passed without the boy touching me, I swallowed again and glanced
up just enough to confirm that he was looking. He was, he was
just too innocent to know what to do. I wasn't about to tell
him, but I did know one more thing I could do to encourage him.
Boyishly, I sat back on my bottom and wiggled the pants down my
legs.
As usual, my little penis appeared pulsing and sticking out
its childish two inches with frantic excitement. Its rosy glow
and the bright purple little head at the end shown beautifully in
the light from the next room, the reflections against my skin
showing how soft and hairless I was. I dropped the pants aside
and sat down with my legs scissored out away from me. My small
hand nervously felt across the soft pillows as I let Robin look
at me and waited for his innocent puberty to overcome his child-
hood.
I was so enraptured by Robin once again, that I didn't even
look to see what Eric and Michael were doing to little David, not
even when the little boy started to squeal in fear and excite-
ment. I knew they were actively playing with his erection now,
could hear the rhythmic movements of their flesh rubbing against
the child, their hands rubbing his hairless young cock, their
lips kissing and licking his naked body. The sounds were enough
to make me want to cry with envy. Mostly, however, all I wanted
was to feel Robin's affection and to share the beauty of his
youth.
I didn't have to look at the twelve year old to know that he
wasn't watching David's initiation any more than I was. I could
feel his adorable blue eyes caressing my chest and erection even
if his hands weren't. Knowing that he liked my naked body even
if he was too boyish to touch it, I silently laid back on the
pillows, holding my head in my interlaced fingertips and spread-
ing my skinny, hairless boy legs. My ribs rippled with my arms
reaching over my head and the skinny, hairless beauty of my
childish body was there for him to see. I looked down at it too,
mostly staring at my little penis and the frantic, hard pulsing
that raced along its skinny two inches. It did look little,
there was no way of denying it, but it was so hard and was so
excited that it was, in my eyes, every bit as beautiful as Da-
vid's. If nothing else, my pale skin looked smoother and I was
smaller and skinnier. I looked more like a little boy than he
did... if only Robin liked little boys more than he did older
boys.
Still, he didn't touch me and I finally looked up at him. I
was relieved to see that he was gazing over my body with the
nervous puppy love of young puberty. The look on his face was
sad and frightened, almost anguished, as if the boy were enduring
some internal struggle between his desires and his innocence.
For a moment, I feared that he would break into tears and turn
away, but he didn't. Instead, after long moments of gazing at my
hairless childhood spread out before him like an offering, the
adorable boy finally took hold of his shirt and unbuttoned it.
The fear and pain in his face faded a great deal as he made the
commitment and was replaced by an innocent half-smile and crimson
blush. I stared in transfixed adoration as I watched his growing
hands move down his small body, watched his beautiful little
chest appear looking baby soft and pale brown in the oblique
light as the shirt parted.
The nervous, high pitched squeals and moans from the innocent
virgin in the next room were growing still louder, sounding like
he was crying with fear. I turned to see what was happening only
briefly, just enough to see Eric holding to the boy's hairless
cock and smiling at him, promising him that it wouldn't hurt.
Standing beside the bed now, Michael was busy coating his four
inch erection with cream as Eric pulled the cheeks of David's
little butt apart and pressed a finger against his tight sphinc-
ter.
I turned excitedly back to Robin, feeling desperately eager
to feel his naked body laying against mine. The young boy's
hands were pulling his shirt from his jeans and unbuttoning the
last button. He wasn't looking at me directly, but I had the
distinct feeling that he was looking at my erection as his shirt
opened and his adorable little chest appeared between the ends.
Half clothed as it was, his small, boyishly muscular chest looked
even prettier than it did totally naked, the smooth, pale brown
skin looking baby soft and perfect. For a moment, the fear and
confusion leapt back into his adorable face. I watched in
nervous excitement as the pained look returned and he again
turned to see what was happening in the other room, watched as
Eric forced David's hairless young body to turn and expose his
little butt hole to the horny boy standing with the stiff cock
that was to penetrate him. I could see Robin's neck move as he
swallowed the nervous excitement in his young body. He had no
adam's apple yet, but the smooth, boyish skin along his neck
moved in the place where his adam's apple would one day be.
Still watching the other boys, Robin's hands pulled his shirt
apart and his baby soft chest pressed through the ends. They
slipped over his shoulders and the exquisite, pubescent beauty of
his little chest appeared in stunning perfection.
Bare chested now, Robin finally looked straight at me, our
eyes looking into each other's with the nervous uncertainty and
desire that is normal for boys our age who are about to share our
most private parts with each other. Although I felt as embar-
rassed and as uncertain as he did, I managed a faint smile of
support. This made Robin's neck swallow again and the boy looked
away, but his beautiful chest slowly lay down beside mine.
I felt so horny and so in love with the pretty boy that my
hand instantly slipped across his thin belly, adoringly felt
across his baby soft ribs. He looked down at my hand uncertain-
ly, but the boy knew what we were going to do now. He may have
been hopelessly inexperienced, but he knew that I wanted to play
with his penis again and he knew that he wanted me to. As embar-
rassed as he may have felt, he was altogether willing.
I adored the feel of his small abdomen and chest as my hand
tenderly rubbed across it, reassuring him of my affection and
love. He lay there obediently, his chest rising and falling as
he breathed and absently watched the other naked boys in the next
room. David squealed with childish fear as Michael rammed his
skinny, four inch penis up inside the child's butt, grinning down
at the violated virgin boy as he shoved it all the way down to
the smooth, downy mound between his legs. With a delighted grin
on his face, he started rhythmically poking his stiff erection in
and out the eleven year old boy's hairless sphincter. He had
hoisted David's skinny legs up onto his shoulders and held the
boy against the edge of the bed with his legs high overhead.
David's little butt hold was totally exposed and Michael was
eagerly filling it with his rock hard young cock. It was pretty
to me somehow; Michael's penis with its little patch of peach
fuzz pounding against the smooth, hairless skin of the eleven
year old's butt. David's hairless young penis was pulsing back
above his belly and his hairless scrotum looked adorable, moving
rhythmically as Michael's penis moved in and out of him. Most
adorable of all was the astonished, confused look in David's
boyish eyes, looking frightened that an erection could be stuck
up his butt like that. Nonetheless, I was feeling more and more
infatuated with Robin and wished my young lover would pay more
attention to me and his own body than he did to the other boys.
As I lay beside him, rubbing up and down on his bare chest and
belly, I knew just what to do to command his attention. With
great affection, I slid my hand over his smooth belly button and
took hold of the stiff bulge between his legs.
The boy actually let out a startled cry as I grabbed his
erection through his jeans. He looked so pretty and so aston-
ished that I felt myself leaning forward, felt my chin lifting as
my lips moved for his smooth, boyish face, my hand tenderly
kneading the bulge between his legs all the while. As my lips
touched his cheek and slid down to lovingly kiss his smooth, baby
soft shoulders, Robin actually smiled a little bit, though his
face felt hot against my awkward mouth. Despite his embarrass-
ment, however, the sight of his innocent smile filled with me
still greater adoration and my hand petted up and down on his
jeans, seductively stroking his young cock. I crawled closer to
him, turning and letting my stiff, hairless little boner poke
against his thigh, thrilling me with pleasure as the sensitive,
purple head rubbed across his smooth blue jeans. I reached my
arm farther around his small chest and ran my lips across the
smooth skin until reached one of his childish little nipples.
Like a baby, I instinctively felt my lips wrap around his little
teat, felt my mouth tentatively sucking on it. It felt right
somehow and, for long moments, I lay there sucking on his nipple
and fondling his erection with great happiness.
My childish hormones weren't all that patient, however.
Memories of his beautiful penis were filling my mind and I longed
to see the pretty young thing again, especially erect with his
desires as I knew that it was. My hand continued to stroke
across the magnificent perfection of his baby soft skin, my palm
rubbing across the small mound of his other nipple, down over the
slender ripples of his young ribs, up into the warm, hairless
beauty of his boyish arm pit. He was indescribably beautiful and
he was laying there smiling and surrendering his pubescent body
over to me willingly.
The slender boy's belly shivered as my awkward hand reached
for the snap to his blue jeans, but he did nothing to wiggle out
of it as I unsnapped it, small fingers feeling around for the
zipper. Robin was still blushing and smiling as I slid the
zipper down the stiff, slender bulge of his penis. I could feel
the pulsing warmth of his erection through his underpants as the
zipper reached the bottom and instantly slipped my hand down the
front of his pants, moaning as I held to his four inch organ. I
gasped around the little nipple in my mouth as I felt across his
young penis and Robin let out an embarrassed little giggle, his
slender little chest wiggling a little shyly as I got closer to
his naked beauty. Again I paused to enjoy a moment of adoration
for him, my hand feeling up and down on his underwear, small
mouth still sucking his little teat, lips pressed against his
baby soft chest. He seemed to like this as much as I did and
neither of us rushed the moment too much. Nonetheless, my hand
was growing ever more eager to feel his naked erection and I soon
slipped my fingers beneath the elastic band to his underpants and
reached down inside, fingertips gliding down his smooth, hairless
belly. I moaned softly but excitedly as I felt its warm throb-
bing, the small circumcised penis head pulsing nakedly against my
fingertips.
The twelve year old started to pant as his young erection was
tenderly caressed and I could see the growing desire in his
beautiful eyes. He was staring down his bare chest and belly at
my hand disappearing into his underpants, the slow, careful
movements in the fabric as my fingers felt around his slender,
four inch boner. The skin surrounding it felt wonderful, smooth-
er and softer than even his chest, without a single silver hair
to mar its unblemished perfection. I was still sucking on his
nipple as I pushed my hand lower down, his cock pulsing against
my palm as my fingers gently prodded his warm, hairless testi-
cles. I hadn't realized it, but my own naked, skinny body was
gently humping against his and my little penis head was shining
red from the friction of his pants. I was already to grab his
pants and struggle with him to get him naked, but the boy sudden-
ly giggled bashfully and stood up.
I stared up at him in wide eyed adoration as he grabbed his
pants and underwear and pulled them down his smooth thighs to-
gether. His slender boy cock emerged throbbing triumphantly,
poking straight up along his belly in a stiff pole of boyish
hormones. He looked so beautiful with his erection, and the
embarrassed grin on his adorable face made my infatuation for him
even greater. His hairless erection poked straight up between his
legs, smooth testicles moving back and forth as he lifted his
legs and almost stumbled to get them over his feet. I lay there
watching it with my mouth hanging open in astonishment of its
beauty, wondering if I would ever see anything so beautiful again
as that naked boy and his hairless erection.
As soon as he had freed his big feet from the jeans, he
giggled again and crawled back down on the floor, supporting
himself on one elbow as he blushed and let me gaze at his naked
perfection. We both looked so cute and so intensely horny with
our hairless young penises sticking out at each other with hun-
gry, boyish needs. Robin obviously didn't know how to start the
act of lovemaking with me and I wasn't much better prepared. We
lay there giggling and blushing at each other's naked bodies for
a long time, our shared innocence making our sexual desires grow
greater with each passing moment.
There was a high pitched squeal of terror from the next room
and we both turned to see what was happening. Michael had laid
down beside David and was now penetrating him from behind, his
thin, thirteen year old body squirming rhythmically back and
forth as he continued to poke his erection in and out of the
child's little butt hole. From this position, however, David's
hairless penis was exposed and Eric was grinning as he held the
thick boyhood and rhythmically ran his tongue up and down on it.
The little boy was releasing the fears of his childhood, his
young penis beginning to blossom with his first orgasm and the
first treasure of manhood. I wondered what it would feel like to
have your penis sucked while a penis was rubbing in and out of
your butt and the frightened look of wonder on David's face told
me: it felt incredibly good, so good, in fact, that it was
little wonder the boy was so scared.
Michael's arms were wrapped around David's smooth, boyish
chest and he was rubbing them up and down on him so that all of
David's young body was experiencing the tender touch of older
boys. The startled look in his pretty face grew even more in-
tense when Eric suddenly plunged his lips down on his penis and
swallowed all of the thick young erection. He started sucking
the boy off as Michael's muscular young body squirmed up and down
on David's back, inserting and reinserting his penis into the
hairless child with steady persistence. I was totally astonished
by this incredible display of boy sex, so astonished that I was
completely unprepared when Robin's naked young body suddenly
moved toward me at me, pressing me back against the pillows,
nervously gasping as hormones urged him to mount me.
His adorable face was blushing brightly and he was plainly
quite embarrassed to be doing what he was doing, but it was
obvious that he couldn't help himself. His warm chest lay on top
of mine and I saw a look of wonder pass through his pretty eyes
and long eyelashes as he slowly worked his hairless erection in
against mine. He lay there panting excitedly for a long moment,
looking up over my head, the same beautiful awe in his face as
our young cocks throbbed together. I gazed up at him astonished
by how pretty he was and my small hands slowly reached up and
held his rib cage. He looked down at me, a little nervous and
afraid and extremely embarrassed. I just smiled up at him,
however, and he lay on my small body panting and enjoying his
pubescent pleasure.
The feel of his small rib cage and little chest were magnifi-
cent and I panted with him as my hands slowly, curiously felt
along his body. I felt embarrassed by how deeply I was beginning
to love other boys, how deeply I enjoyed the feel of their naked
bodies and young penises. Laying there touching Robin and feel-
ing the wonderful warmth and softness of his skin against mine, I
realized that it wasn't just Eric that I loved. It was this. It
was the sex itself, it was sharing the smooth skin and throbbing
penis of another boy. I blushed brightly as I realized this, but
I wasn't about to stop. The other boys plainly enjoyed it as
much as I did and I felt a tremendous longing to do it with all
of them, with every boy I had met since coming to Tarsec Village.
"Does it feel good to you, too?" the gasping boy asked bash-
fully.
I gazed into his adorable face and nodded. We were both
panting, the only sound in the room save for the frightened
pleading of the child in the next room, the sound of Michael's
high pitched voice encouraging the child as he fucked him. They
were getting him close to orgasm now and the boy was, as so many
boys are, very scared. Robin and I scarcely heard them, however.
We seemed to be in a world all our own, unmoving and yet drifting
on steady, pleasant waves of pleasure. I didn't even want to
have an orgasm, so wonderful was it to have his warm penis
against mine, to feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed, to
feel his tender young heart pounding in his small chest.
My fingertips danced against the softness of his skin, feel-
ing down his lower back until it swelled into the soft round
padding of his buttocks. I let my hands rub over these, making
Robin swallow bashfully. Farther down, I could feel his smooth,
hairless legs resting against mine, his young feet feeling nice
against the arches of my feet. Slowly I slid my hands up his
back again, felt across his thin shoulders and small shoulder
blades, my arms instinctively reaching around him and holding
him.
"Will you suck on it again?" he asked boyishly, his adorable
blue eyes gently pleading into mine. I stared into them and
nodded. To my disappointment, the eager, yet bashful, boy
crawled off of me and I had to let him go. He sat back against
the wall and spread his legs, his stiff young penis sticking
straight up against his belly.
As I gazed at his erection and gently crawled toward it, I
could hear David's childish innocence racing through his penis,
the eleven year old beauty shaking the bed with his first orgasm.
I didn't turn to watch and neither did Robin, however. We were
both staring at his slender, four inch boner, both of us eager
for me to suck on it.
"Will you suck on mine, too?" I panted softly, feeling my own
two inch boyhood pulsing eagerly.
The twelve year old boy looked a little embarrassed about
this, but nodded willingly. I was already to lay down and do it
to him first and was a little confused when Robin's magnificent,
naked body started to lean over between my legs. A little bewil-
dered, we both awkwardly crawled into a sixty nine with his
adorable face between my legs, and my blond head moving between
his. The realization that we were going to do it to each other
at the same time made me start to whimper with excitement and I
actually let out a startled cry when I felt Robin's young fingers
touching my stiff boyhood. Gasping faster, I reached out my own
hand and started to fondle his.
He was intensely excited, his penis feeling like a rock, one
I could barely bend downward toward my mouth. The skin around it
looked so soft and childlike, nothing but smooth, hairless, pale
brown beauty. Likewise, the slender shaft looked smooth save for
the single faint blue vein along the top. It was the head that
was so incongruous, shining such a bright shade of purple that it
didn't look like it could be part of a human body. It formed a
beautiful knob, tiny slit stretched open with pressure. I could
see it throbbing with every beat of his heart.
I was so enchanted by the beauty of his prepubescent penis
that I let out a high pitched squeal of astonished pleasure when
I suddenly felt his warm, slimy mouth wrapping around my little
cock. It was so little that the boy had no trouble holding it
all inside and I could feel his tongue resting against it as his
slimy lips pressed against the hairless mound between my legs. I
lay there gasping and whimpering for a long moment, all my
thoughts focused on how nice my penis felt. His fingers were
holding lightly to my little balls and his long eyelashes were
pressed down against his cheeks as he sucked on me so tenderly I
thought I'd cry. I stared down at it in wonder, adoring the soft
face of the pre-teenaged boy as his smooth cheeks sunk in rhythm-
ically. He did slide it in and out a little, but mostly just
sucked gently on it. Making it all the more pleasant was the
contented look on his adorable face, totally at ease with a
little hairless penis between his lips. I loved him.
Still panting and whimpering and knowing that I was going to
have an orgasm very quickly, I finally managed to turn my atten-
tion back to the throbbing young erection in my fingers. I
licked my lips and struggled to keep them pursed together as I
very cautiously pressed them against his swollen penis head. A
jolt went through the young boy's naked body in an instant and I
could feel him stop sucking on my boyhood, felt him laying still,
just holding it in his slimy mouth, fingers still holding my
little scrotum. I pressed my lips together as tightly as I could
and gripped his slender cock causing the boy's slender body to
stiffen all along it's five foot length. Slowly, I let the
sculptured young penis head press its way inside, slowly felt my
lips part, slowly felt and tasted the hard, shiny glans slipping
past. My tongue instinctively went to it as it passed between my
teeth, licking around the little slit where his sperm would soon
be squirting. Slowly the slender young boy slid into my watering
mouth and the hardness of his smooth shaft made my lips into a
round collar hugging his erection. My hand slid down to the
smooth, hairless base of his penis and gently squeezed it there,
feeling the hot blood pumping through it, engorging it, making
the sensitive nerve endings even more excited.
Finally, Robin was able to remember my penis in his mouth and
I felt him starting to suck it again, both of us making soprano
whimpers that were caught in our soft little chests. I thought
we made a perfect and adorable couple with our hairless young
penises and my fingertips eagerly petted his lower belly where
peach fuzz and pubic hair would one day grow. The skin there
felt even softer than the skin on his chest, perfectly smooth and
magnificent.
It didn't take either of us very long to climax. We were
both young and hormone enraged and the thought of delaying orgasm
was unthinkable to us. Thus, we lay there sucking on each other,
our hairless, naked bodies starting to squirm a little against
each other, childish muscles flexing awkwardly as if uncertain
whether they should pump our hips back and forth or get them to
stay as still as possible. We were both very loud though our
high pitched songs of pleasure couldn't ring out in the room with
the penises in our mouths. I felt oxygen starved and air rushed
in and out my little nose and I could feel it rushing in and out
of Robin's, too, the warmth of it blowing against my round,
hairless little testicles.
I can't say that Robin was particularly great at sucking
penises his first time, but he scarcely needed to be. He was so
adorable and I was so in love with him that just feeling his warm
saliva on my penis would have been enough. The gentle touch of
his fingers on my little balls and the persistent, rhythmic
movements of his mouth on my tiny cock sent orgasmic pleasure
racing through the little thing. I cried almost pathetically as
my skinny little body jerked from head to toe, not knowing what
direction to jerk in but jerking nonetheless. The pleasant
flexing of muscles in my little penis released a wave of goodness
and happiness into my innocent brain and sent pleasure and warmth
to every part of my body. It felt so good that I was again
surprised as the first droplets of his thin sperm were propelled
out his penis head into my mouth.
I moaned as much with joy at the taste of his sperm as with
my own orgasm, now feeling the pretty boy's naked body jerking
frantically against mine. He was still sucking on my stiff
erection and it was still flexing a few more useless times, but
he was also having a really nice orgasm. It was probably nicer
than the first time because he wasn't quite so afraid of it and
allowed the pleasure to run rampant through his four inch cock.
Again he ejaculated several times, each time squirting only a few
drops of sperm and each one tasting sweet and innocent. I still
held the root of his penis between my fingers and I could feel it
flexing as his urethra expanded with childish semen, propelled it
up the four inches of his cock and sprayed it innocently onto my
tongue. Whether it was the taste or just the thought that a boy
so smooth and adorable could have sperm, I don't know, but I
loved each precious droplet.
Though I wanted to keep sucking on his penis as it softened,
I needed air so badly that I had to let it go. It emerged half
hard and glistening with my saliva, even prettier than it had
been erect. I lay there gasping and felt Robin letting my boy-
hood go, too. I could feel his eyes gazing at my hairless penis
just as I was gazing at his, both of us astonished by this gift
we had been given, by this special joy we were allowed to share
together.
We were still laying there recovering when Michael burst into
the room. Robin's penis had grown limp and now dangled across his
thigh but the embarrassed boy rapidly hid it behind his hands.
"You didn't wait for us," Michael grinned down at our small,
naked bodies.
Both Robin and I were too embarrassed to answer and I was
even too embarrassed to try to hide my little wiener, just let it
lay there glistening with the boy's saliva. Michael looked
adorable, still naked, young penis, no bigger than Robin's,
dangling between his legs with his soft brown peach fuzz. His
small chest looked as hard as an erection, with firm, well de-
fined little muscles swelling boyishly at his little nipples.
His nipples themselves formed little cones, poking out a little
from his smooth tanned skin. Even the boy's slender arms were
swollen at the biceps with hard mounds of muscle. I could still
see his rib cage easily, but his skinny abdomen did nothing to
lessen the hardness of his small, muscular chest. His belly was
flat and rippled as he moved, a little, childlike belly button in
the center. His body looked so different from Robin's but it was
just as appealing to me. Just gazing at it made me want to make
love to him and I felt jealous of the gentle curves and firm
appearance of his hard pubescent muscles.
Eric was still in the other room and I watched him explaining
what had happened to David. I could remember him explaining it
to me only a few days earlier and I felt mildly jealous that he
was with another boy. I wondered if he liked David more than he
did me. The little boy sat blushing and smiling, his thick young
cock still hairless and half erect between his soft legs. Eric's
seven inch penis was still rock hard and throbbed eagerly for the
eleven year old boy.
Robin was blushing brightly as he awkwardly managed to sepa-
rate his underpants from his jeans, trying to pull them back on
without revealing his hairless boyhood to Michael.
"You don't have to wear those," the naked pubescent boy
grinned at the shy youth.
"He wants to," I answered shyly when Robin didn't say any-
thing.
Michael shrugged, still grinning at the adorable boy. "Do
you guys want to come and play with David?"
I swallowed, feeling a strong eagerness to play with the
other boy, not to mention with Eric and Michael. Robin was
wiggling into his underpants, however, and I wasn't sure if he
would play again or not. He finally managed to get them on and
sat nervously looking down at them as if trying to disappear.
"Hey, kid," Michael said getting Robin's attention. The
adorable boy blushed over his shoulder, long eyelashes scarcely
concealing his beautiful blue eyes. "You want to go play with
some other boys?"
Robin swallowed uncomfortably. He was looking directly at
Michael's face, avoiding the other boy's furry young cock. I was
all prepared for him to say no and was surprised when his high
pitched voice softly said, "Okay."
"Alright!" Michael grinned, making his cute face even cuter.
"Come on."
Robin stood on his long, slender legs and reached down to
pick up his clothes. Since he was, I did to. His legs were
beautiful, long with puberty but still smooth and baby soft. He
didn't look at me as he turned toward the door so I followed
silently after him, watching the round beauty of his buttocks in
his white underwear.
Michael was so excited that he'd run ahead of us and he was
already on the bed tickling David's bare skin when we entered the
room. The child was squealing in laughter, the soprano sound
almost painful for my ears. Robin dropped his clothes and the
floor and his long legs glided his adorable body toward the
others. I closed the door and dropped my clothes, too.
Michael and Eric were both tickling David frantically and the
boy's hairless penis swung between his legs as he tried to avoid
their poking fingers. Even soft, it was a big penis for a boy his
age, still four inches long and three times as thick as my wiener
even when it had an erection. The boy's testicles looked large,
too, an oval shape like a pubescent boy's would be. I wondered
if he, like Robin, had sperm and if I was the only true child in
the room. Despite its size, however, David's smooth pale skin,
like mine and Robin's, ran all the way up to the base of his
penis, not a single silver hair of puberty.
I was growing ever more fascinated by Michael's muscles all
the time. As he wrestled with the little boy, they were flexing
all across his back and along his arms. I wanted desperately to
feel them and felt myself walking toward him with that thought in
mind.
Before I got there, Michael realized that Robin was standing
there in his underpants watching them and the older boy suddenly
whirled around, grabbed the long legged kid and pulled him into
the fray. Robin giggled as Michael started tickling him and
David was still being assaulted by Eric. Robin was actually
taller than Michael by two inches but the difference was all in
the legs: both boys had small, boyish chests, though Robin's
looked soft and warm and Michael's hard and muscular. I reached
the bed and stood watching the wiggling young bodies of the other
boys. I could see the mound in front of Robin's underpants
getting bigger and watched Michael's hand reaching for it repeat-
edly, squeezing it before tickling Robin's bare belly again.
Robin just blushed and giggled, obviously enjoying it. I felt my
own little cock stiffening rapidly and it stood out straight and
childish between my pink legs. I didn't look down at it, however,
just gazed at Michael's hard body and flexing young muscles.
Enchanted, I reached my small hand toward him, planning to
feel his hard, swollen biceps, but the thirteen year old grinned,
grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, my naked body falling
on Robin's. Michael attacked both of us, his strong arms easily
overpowering my friend and I. His fingers raced along my ribs
and the room echoed loudly with soprano peals of laughter and
giggles. I was delighted when the boy started grabbing my little
erection like he was grabbing the bulge in Robin's underwear; it
made me feel like I belonged somehow, even if I was only a little
boy.
Robin's soft body felt nice rubbing against mine as we
squirmed beside each other giggling. He was such a sweet boy and
I adored him more and more. Michael seemed to be doing likewise
because the hand that was tickling my friend suddenly grabbed for
his underpants. Giggling, Robin pretended to struggle against
this, but he didn't try very hard and Michael managed to pull
them down low enough to expose the boy's hairless erection. I
could see him blushing brighter, embarrassed that he didn't have
any pubic hair yet, but he was only twelve and even the thirteen
year olds had only peach fuzz.
Michael grinned at the pretty young cock and stopped tickling
me so he could pull the boy's underwear all the way off. Robin
lay there blushing, not looking down or helping the older boy,
and I lay down beside him, smiling at his adorable face and
pressing my bare chest against his arm. He was so sweet and his
skin felt and looked so perfect.
"Look, Eric," Michael grinned, finally pulling Robin's un-
derpants from his big feet. He moved so Eric could see the boy's
boner and Eric stopped tickling David and smiled at it.
"Oh, isn't it pretty," he giggled. David's young cock was
hard again and Eric was masturbating him, the little boy managing
to stop giggling and gaze at it. The pale flesh of his foreskin
was rubbing up and down on his swollen glans as Eric stroked his
cock and he obviously enjoyed it a lot.
Michael lay back down and his fingers gently took hold of
Robin's skinny, four inch erection. "Gees, he's hard," he gig-
gled, rubbing it slowly. "He just did it with Kelvin a minute
ago." The boy blushed brightly, not smiling, embarrassed that the
other boy was holding his penis like it was his own.
Eric, grinning from ear to ear, stood up, his seven inch
penis sticking straight out from his body. He walked around the
bed and came over beside me, kneeling down and reaching for my
stiff boyhood. I smiled adoringly at him and lay down on my
back, my legs spread so he could stroke it. He kissed my cheek
and started masturbating me, his long, warm fingers feeling nice
tugging between my legs.
"What about me?" David asked innocently, his young cock still
throbbing eagerly.
Michael grinned and sat up. "Come here," he told the child.
David's soft, naked body eagerly slid over closer to Robin and
the three of us were soon laying side by side, our hairless
penises being rubbed and caressed by the young teenagers.
"Let's see who does it first," Michael suggested, starting to
rub faster on David and Robin. David grinned delightedly, but
Robin just looked embarrassed.
"No," Eric smiled at me, still rubbing slowly and rhythmical-
ly on my boyhood. "It's not as much fun that way." Feeling the
pleasure in my penis, I believed him. He was so nice to me.
"Do you have sperm yet, kid?" Michael asked the blushing boy.
Robin looked shocked and even more embarrassed, but swallowed and
nodded. "Eric, he's got sperm. You know what that means..."
"What?" Eric replied, still smiling at me and watching the
wonder in my baby blue eyes.
"He has to feed the little ones..."
Eric laughed a little. "Which one?"
"Kelvin's the one with the little pud," Michael said. "He's
skinny, too."
Eric looked down at the tiny erection in his fingers and
grinned. "You want to suck on Robin's?" he asked.
Before I could think about how much it would embarrass Robin,
I said, "I did it before." This sounded a little funny because I
was panting by this time, Eric still masturbating me. Robin
swallowed again and blushed still brighter.
"Not with someone sticking it in you," Michael grinned seduc-
tively. I knew what this meant: I was supposed to suck on
Robin's penis while Michael stuck his penis in my butt. I looked
nervously at the muscular boy. His erection was throbbing and
sticking straight up in eagerness, the brown head free of his
foreskin and pulsing excitedly. It was a pretty erection (they
all are) and looked only a little bigger than Robin's, still thin
and boylike. His testicles were equally small and hung slightly
in a smooth, pale brown scrotum of soft, hairless flesh. It
could easily have been a younger boy's penis were it not for the
small triangle of soft, downy brown fuzz around it.
After the orphanage, I was a little worried about having a
penis stuck up my butt. At the same time, however, I remembered
what Matthew's penis had felt like when he did it to me and that
had been pleasant. Michael's penis was about the same size as
the boy's had been.
"Do you want to, Kelvin?" Eric asked, his fingers still
stroking my boyhood. I was embarrassed to admit that I did, but
managed to nod slightly.
"Alright," Michael grinned, instantly jumping off the bed and
standing up, his thin, muscular body looking eager and able. He
tipped his head forward and held his hand under his slender cock,
letting his saliva drip down and coat it.
"What are you going to do?" Robin asked nervously as Eric
helped me crawl down between his legs. I would have answered
him, but I was a little confused, too.
"Don't worry," Eric smiled at my boy friend. "It'll be fun."
"How..." I started but stopped. Eric's big hands were guid-
ing my small body into the right position.
"Stay up on your knees," he instructed me. Soon, I was
crouching between Robin's smooth thighs, his adorable penis only
inches from my mouth, my butt stuck up in the air at just the
right height for Michael. Eric's hand gently stroked my back.
"Just suck away, Kelvin," he smiled. "If it hurts too much, just
tell us and Michael will stop."
I swallowed nervously and nodded.
"Good boy," he said, still petting me.
I turned to the hairless, four inch erection poking from the
adorable boy's smooth young body, smiling up at him. He looked
confused and a little afraid: boys are always afraid when
someone wants to do something to their bodies, particularly when
they've only recently discovered what their bodies could do. I
had taken to boy sex quite readily, but it still scared and
embarrassed me. Nonetheless, my small hands gently took hold of
Robin's hairless young cock and my mouth moved toward it, kissing
the sculptured young head like I had before. I had just started
to slide it between my lips when I felt Michael's naked young
body coming up behind me.
"It's ready," he panted and I could imagine him stroking
himself in the slime of his saliva. "Perfect," he said as his
hips closed the gap to my body.
I felt Eric's big hands grabbing my buttocks and I let out a
whimper as I felt him pulling them apart, baring my tiny butt
hole. "There it is," he smiled at his friend.
"Gees, it's little."
"So's your peter," Eric giggled.
"Funny. Ha ha," Michael replied. He was holding his penis
in his fingers, however, and was pointing it directly at the
hairless entrance to my body.
I had as much of Robin's boy cock in my mouth as I could fit
and my fingertips were gently petting the soft, hairless skin
around it, probing tenderly at his small testicles and warm
scrotum. He still looked worried, but his pretty eyes were
gazing at his penis between my lips and that tended to distract
him from his concerns a little.
I whimpered again as Michael's naked penis head finally
touched my butt hole. It was a strange sensation, half tickling,
half itching, and I could feel his small swollen glans pulsing
rhythmically against my body. I heard him panting excitedly as
he pushed it forward, felt the persistent press of his penis head
at my little hole.
"Don't tighten it," he said, making me feel confused: I
wasn't tightening anything. He pushed harder and it felt like my
butt was starting to open. "Kelvin, you have to relax..."
I almost let go of Robin's penis to tell him that I was, but
I slowly realized that the muscles around my butt were clenched.
It wasn't because I was doing it; they were just like that all
the time. Nervously and uncertainly I felt around the muscles,
awkwardly trying to get them to relax. Very slowly Michael's
slimy penis head pressed deeper. "That's it," he smiled through
his gasps. It did hurt a little, I suppose, but very little, and
even that was all but hidden by the strange sense of wonder I
started to feel inside. The slender stiffness of his penis moved
deeper in my body and I could actually feel it moving inside me.
I whimpered happily, enjoying the new sensation, and lovingly
sucked on Robin's hairless erection.
I felt Eric's hands releasing my buttocks, rubbing slowly up
the sides of my body. "That's my boy," he said. I felt really
happy with the young penis in my butt, Eric's hands rubbing my
skinny body, and a beautiful young penis pulsing between my lips.
This was like heaven.
Michael's hips finally pressed against my buttocks and I
could feel the last little bit of his penis poking inside me. I
could even feel, albeit faintly, the downy touch of his peach
fuzz against my skin. "Oh, man," he sighed, his hands taking
hold of my waist and rubbing it softly.
"Does it feel good?" David's childish voice asked, the cute
kid looking up at the muscular teenager with a delighted smile on
his face.
"Yeah," Michael replied. "He's so soft," he added to Eric.
"I know," my boy friend replied, his hand rubbing across my
shoulder blades. "David, do you want to help?"
"What?" the boy asked eagerly.
"Play with his penis," Eric instructed.
The boy looked confused for a minute, but caught on. I let
out a spirited moan in my chest when I felt the boy's hand grab-
bing my little dick. He wasn't exactly gentle and his fingers
felt around it awkwardly, but the pleasure it gave was wonderful,
made nicer by the hard penis in my butt.
"It's little," he giggled, making me blush in embarrassment.
How had his gotten so big?
"Just be nice to it," Eric said, and I immediately felt the
boy's fingers become more gentle. "Rub on it just like I did to
your's."
"Okay," the boy agreed. He held it between his thumb and
forefinger and I felt them starting to rub the tight skin up and
down. He was awkward at this, but I was so excited I didn't
care. I wanted to squirt sperm desperately.
I let out another loud moan when I felt Michael pulling his
hips back, felt his penis sliding slowly out again. Just before
it popped free, the strong boy pressed forward again and his
skinny, four inch erection slid back inside. Again he pressed it
forward until it was all the way in, then started pulling it out.
After a few slow strokes like this, my butt was more relaxed at
his penis started sliding easier. The boy started moving faster
and soon was humping me with long, rhythmic strokes along his
cock. I wished that I could see what it looked like, not just
his penis but the whole way his body must be moving, the way
David's fingers looked rubbing my little boyhood, what Robin
looked like with my mouth wrapped around his cock. It must have
been beautiful.
There was something intensely exciting about the way Michael
was moving as he fucked me. It wasn't just the constant motion
of his erection in and out of my little butt hole, it was the
movement of his body as a whole. His hips moved back and forth
quickly and rhythmically, as if he were following some magical
cadence that opened frantic desires in my little boyhood. I
wanted to move like he was moving and knew that somehow this was
the best rhythm for making love.
The muscular young boy seemed to like it too for his voice,
high pitched but cracking unsteadily, was grunting softly every
time he moved his hips forward. Despite the tightness of my
skinny little bottom, it admitted the hard, slender erection
easily and I finally felt the pleasure of being butt fucked like
I had been in the orphanage by little Matthew. This was the way
I wanted to make love. It was making my penis feel deliciously
pleasant, David's fingers still tugging on it awkwardly, the boy
giggling as he stroked it like he was milking a cow.
Moaning with pleasure, my lips slid rhythmically up and down
on Robin's hairless penis, the adorable boy panting and whimper-
ing as he watched Michael's body humping against me. My eyes
gazed up at his baby soft belly, adoring the sight of his little
belly button and smooth, perfect skin. My tongue licked madly
across his penis, eager for the sweet nectar I knew would be
there.
I started making crying noises as the combined pleasures in
my body started growing almost unbearable. Eric's big hands were
still stroking the bare skin across my little shoulder blades,
and Michael's were still rubbing up and down the sides of my
body. The cries would have been very loud but my lips were
wrapped tightly around Robin's penis and that muffled most of the
noise. It didn't matter much: Michael was grunting louder all
the time and even shy Robin whimpered louder as the pleasure
between his legs grew greater. The only steady sound was David's
childish giggles. I never knew a boy to think boys having sex
was so funny. It didn't matter to me though: as long as he kept
rubbing my penis I thought he was as adorable as Robin.
I couldn't believe a penis could slide in and out my butt
like Michael's was and I wondered what his own buttocks and young
legs must look like as he pumped them back and forth. The
thought of it was so beautiful that I couldn't control the pleas-
ure any longer. I felt Eric's big hands holding onto me as I
cried out between Robin's legs, my skinny body jerking around
crazily, orgasm contorting my muscles with joyous pleasure.
David giggled louder but kept rubbing on my boyhood as I felt the
muscles flexing all along, felt rhythmic waves of orgasm pulsing
through it. I don't know if it was the penis poking in my body
or just the intense pleasure of being with so many boys at the
same time, but my orgasm was delirious. I crouched there jerking
helplessly, still sucking on Robin, still feeling the young kid
fucking me, still feeling David's awkward fingers on my penis.
Air hissed through my nose as I gasped and cried from the joy
and warmth of my orgasm. I wanted to lay down and gasp until I
got my breath back, but I couldn't leave my young friends so
close to their own pleasure. I started bobbing my head up and
down on Robin's penis more quickly, watching his soft belly
flexing with startled wonder. Holding to its smooth, hairless
base, I slowly pulled my head back until my lips could kiss and
rub over his sensitive, sculptured penis head, air blowing in and
out my nose. Still kissing his glans, my fingers took hold of
the smooth, slender shaft and started masturbating it, instantly
making the boy even more excited. His adorable eyes were now
locked on his hairless pubic mound, filled with astonishment and
pleasure.
I felt Eric's hands slipping from my body and saw the tall,
naked boy laying down beside Robin. He smiled happily at me, as
much with pride as with love. "Come here, David," he said,
motioning to the other side of Robin. The eager boy let my penis
go and I felt my own hand reflexively reaching for it: it felt
too nice to stop now and Michael was still fucking away. The
little thing was still pulsing excitedly and I wondered if I
could have another orgasm right away. As I started rubbing on
it, it felt like I could. I felt so good and I desperately
wanted to feel orgasm after orgasm in my penis, as if hoping I
could be in orgasm forever.
"Now rub on your own," Eric giggled at the naked boy, taking
his own penis in his fist and starting to masturbate himself.
David grinned happily and copied the older boy. His thick,
five inch penis was big enough for him to fit it in his fist and
I was jealous that he could do that when his boyhood was still as
bald as mine. Nonetheless, he did look very cute laying there
masturbating himself.
Robin's eyes stared almost hysterically at the naked boy
cocks being masturbated beside him, and he cried louder. I could
feel his body stiffening, could feel the pleasure in my mouth
growing greater. I sucked all of his penis head between my lips
and kept masturbating the shaft frantically. Very soon, the
boy's pleasure climaxed into frantic, pathetic jerks of his
adorable young body. I could feel his penis flexing, could
almost imagine his sperm being propelled upward, felt it squirt
excitedly out on my tongue. I moaned happily, still rubbing his
penis and coaxing it to ejaculate more which it did repeatedly,
each time squirting droplets of thin young semen into my mouth.
I didn't swallow it at first, just waited until the squirts
weakened and finally became a tiny trickle from his penis head.
As his penis softened, I gripped it at his hairless belly and
squeezed up it, draining the young boy's cock as the last of his
sperm oozed out on my tongue. Now, still holding to his penis
head, my tongue licked his seed all over inside my mouth until
the full, wonderful taste was everywhere. I could feel the boy's
abused penis starting to soften and slid my lips farther down on
it as it did so. Soon, my lips were pressed against his hairless
belly and all of his young cock was in my mouth with his sperm,
my free fingers reaching down and fondling his smooth, warm
scrotum.
Though distracted by Robin's excited orgasm, I was still
acutely aware of the young boy fucking my butt hole. His penis
drove rapidly in and out of me, his voice grunting and cracking
with every thrust. It almost felt like his thighs were slapping
against mine, so desperately did he fuck me. It felt wonderful
and I tried to masturbate myself in time to his humping. Just
thinking about him having an orgasm was exciting me and I knew
that I was in tuned with his pubescent passion. Whether it was
real or created, I felt my penis having another orgasm at the
same time Michael cried out loudly and his muscular young body
shuddered and bucked against my buttocks. It wasn't near so
strong this time and my hips only jerked a little bit, but I
could feel my boyhood flexing again and the pleasure was very
great.
I was pretty sure that Michael had ejaculated in my body, but
I couldn't feel it. I heard him gasping rapidly, felt him pull
his penis all the way out of me, felt his hard chest and firm
belly slowly leaning forward and resting on my back. The boy's
body felt exquisite, the hard curves and smooth skin easy to feel
between my shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my body and
rubbed slowly up and down on my chest. "Man, that felt good," he
breathed raggedly. I felt one of his hands reaching between my
legs and I let my softening boyhood go, my hand instantly re-
placed with his. He seemed to understand that it was sensitive
and fragile and his fingers touched it ever so lovingly, stroking
the hairless skin that surrounded it, like a boy used to fondling
little boyhoods. It felt really nice.
I could hear the soft slapping sounds as Eric and David's
fists pounded on their erections. Eric was smiling and looking
at where my lips were pressed against Robin's baby soft belly. I
could again tell that he was proud of me, proud that I was so
content and happy with boy sex, and I felt a warm glow in my
chest knowing that I had made him happy. His hand was sliding
his foreskin up and down quickly on his big penis and his high
pitched voice was making rhythmic grunts with each stroke. It
had been a long time since I'd seen him squirting onto his chest
and I was looking forward to it.
David's pale cheeks were flushed a pretty red and the kid was
giggling as he masturbated himself. At first, he didn't look
like he really believed he could do it to himself but the way his
hand was jerking on his penis now it was clear that he was really
getting excited and was eager for climax. He was an adorable boy
and I watched his soft, pale skin rippling with childish little
muscles. Seeing the size of his penis and testicles, I wondered
if I would get to see sperm squirting on his smooth, boyish chest
too. Though it would embarrass me to be the only child in the
room, I hoped he would. Sperm was so cool.
All the while they were masturbating, I crouched between
Robin's legs and sucked on his limp young manhood. It felt
really nice when it was limp and being able to feel his penis
head still made it seem even more exciting. Mostly, I found
myself fascinated by the soft hairlessness surrounding it and I
felt my lip reaching higher on it. Eric and Michael's peach fuzz
was pretty and I was jealous of them, but Robin's hairless pubic
mound seemed even more exciting somehow, perhaps because I knew
the soft skin would one day sprout hair like mine would. We were
alike that way.
Michael's hard chest was still swelling rhythmically on my
back and the boy didn't seem in any hurry to get off me. My legs
were starting to hurt a little bit, but I wasn't going to com-
plain; his penis was still laying along the crack of my bottom
and his hands were still tenderly fondling my little boyhood. He
was so gentle and caring of the young piece of meat that I hoped
that I would get another erection and get to have another orgasm.
Eric's belly rippled like his ribs as he sat up, taking hold
of my little shoulder. "Come here Kelvin," he gasped. I felt
Michael standing up and reluctantly let Robin's hairless boyhood
fall limp and wet on his belly. Eric was really stroking on
himself quickly and I knew he wanted to squirt his sperm in my
mouth so I would grow up faster. I was eager for this so I
obediently crawled toward him. He rubbed slower on his penis and
pointed it toward me and I wrapped my lips around the swollen
head. I could hear Michael giggling at us, but I just blushed,
thinking he was laughing at me. I lay there blushing while the
older boy masturbated, his penis head resting on my tongue. What
was I supposed to do? It wasn't nice of Michael to laugh at me.
I couldn't help it.
Eric didn't ejaculate right away and I lay there watching his
long skinny body tightening as orgasm swept through him. David
was giggling harder and I could see how frantically he was rub-
bing his hairless, five inch erection. Nonetheless, I just lay
obediently waiting for Eric's sperm. It felt warm as it started
squirting out, the pretty boy's smooth body rippling and shudder-
ing excitedly. He was letting out pathetic moans that sounded
beautiful. I wanted to enjoy the taste of his boyish semen like
I had Robin's but I was too embarrassed to swish it around while
Michael was laughing at me. Instead, I just swallowed it as it
squirt out.
When the last squirt finished, I started pulling my head away
and released Eric's penis head. To my surprise, however, his big
hand held my head there and I felt him push his penis at me,
squeezing the last of his sperm out and rubbing it around my lips
and on my chin. He giggled and let me go and I turned to find
Michael giggling at me and pointing at the sperm on my face. I
blushed red and felt like crying, my hand reaching up and wiping
his semen away. They shouldn't laugh at me.
Despite my embarrassment, I didn't want to stop having sex
with them so I didn't have a tantrum or make a scene. Instead, I
turned and saw Robin still laying naked and adorable on the bed.
His arm was resting far enough from his body that I could see the
baby soft skin on his armpit and I felt myself curling into that
beautiful place, my little shoulder rubbing against the hairless
skin. He seemed a little confused by having a little boy snug-
gling against him, but awkwardly held me back.
David was a giggling, hysterical fit, stroking his penis so
hard it looked like he was going to jerk it off his body. He was
squirming and contorting with pleasure and we all watched as his
hairless young body started to jerk like a helpless fiend. I
swallowed at the intensity of his childish passion and stared at
his swollen purple penis head, watching for any sign of sperm.
The boy's foreskin was still rubbing over it frantically and the
young thing seemed to poke out of the pale skin in frantic rhyth-
mic orgasm. I could feel the bed shaking with his jerks, the
poor boy sounding like he was crying. It looked like he was
hurting himself and yet he just kept jerking off madly.
Finally his cries became gasps and his smooth young body
started to relax. "Oh, little baby," Michael cooed to the child,
crawling onto the bed and going to the ravaged little boy. He
cuddled David's gasping body in his arms and rocked him, smiling
as happily as David was.
"I did it," the child said, as if we couldn't see that. He
didn't have sperm and I felt relieved and disappointed at the
same time.
"Yeah, you did," Michael grinned, stroking the boy's blond
hair.
I felt Eric starting to cuddle with me and Robin and, after a
while, wasn't so angry with him for laughing at me. He was being
solemn and loving now, gently fondling my boyhood and kissing my
hair. I couldn't help but forgive him for hurting my feelings.
"David didn't get any sperm," I blushed, realizing that I'd
hogged it all for myself.
"He will," Michael giggled, still caressing the happy child.
And he did, not that I didn't get a belly full of their semen
too. We took a long bath together which was fun because the tub
really was designed for two boys at a time and there were five of
us. This meant our bodies rubbed together almost constantly
which was especially fun when we were soapy and slimy and even
more fun when the older boys got erections again. It took David
and I a little while longer, but even our hairless, innocent
boyhoods had to respond to so much physical contact.
We didn't have sex there, but returned to the bedroom where
we did it for what seemed like hours. I had three more orgasms
and my little penis felt exhausted by closing time for the Club.
Robin, who had been quiet all evening except when he was
having an orgasm, actually kissed me and hugged me goodnight
before we went back downstairs and found his little brothers. We
were dressed again by this time, of course, and the cute little
boys joined us with delighted tales about their evening of games
with the other little boys. They wanted to know what we had been
doing, but Robin just blushed.
Their father was waiting in the lobby with a worried look on
his face. All three boys ran up to him and hugged him, again
telling how much fun they'd had. Even Robin, when prompted by
the man, said that he wanted to come to the Club again the next
day. This seemed to trouble the man momentarily, but he suddenly
smiled and hugged the boy again. When they were gone, Eric,
David and I said good night to Michael then went to the horse.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" the little boy asked, acting
sad as if he'd already been turned down.
Eric looked at me for permission and I smiled and nodded. I
liked the little kid. We took him home with us and the three of
us snuggled naked in the bed together. We didn't get boners and
none of us felt very horny after a long evening of lovemaking.
The feel of their soft, warm skin against mine made me smile as I
drifted to sleep.