The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Thirteen: The Rite of Passage

	It was only a few weeks after the Draft that Jonathan Quade
announced that the Temple was ready to hold its first Rites of Passage for
the little boys of White.  The Rite of Passage marked a boy's entry into
puberty and, along with his Declaration of Manhood, it was a very special
day for him.
	It had been a challenging few months for me.  At first it was just
the incessant need for attention exhibited by the little boys of White.
Though some of them were as old as eleven, many were much younger, a few no
more than three years old.  These younger boys required constant
supervision and individual attention.  It was a lot of work for a boy who
truly would rather be up at the palace making love to pubescent kids.
	Still, there was a lot of help.  Older boys from all the Great
Houses would spend hours and hours with the small children of White.  They
were our future after all and caring for them adequately was a constant
concern.  In that regard, Guardian Calvin was an irreplaceable help.  He
spent every free moment he could with the young boys, coordinating
activities, listening patiently to their boyish problems, hugging and
cuddling them when they needed it.  More than one time I was struck by his
magnificent skills with them.  He was a natural father, loving and patient.
It all just served to make me love him more.  Still, there were so many of
them and they needed so much that even Calvin's assistance scarcely held
house and home together.
	There was a lot for the little boys to do when they weren't crying
to get attention.  Unlike the other towns, Potus had arranged White exactly
as I would have arranged it.  Rather than private rooms, the boys slept in
large dormitories, each one holding several dozen of the kids.  They slept
on bunk-beds small enough to accommodate their immature bodies.  They
shared lavatory facilities, including large showers designed to get them
all used to being naked together.  They dined together in the huge dining
rooms with older boys dutifully sitting at each of the round tables to make
the younger boys feel secure.
	Much of their days were filled with school work for each of the
children was expected to learn how to read and write as well as being
familiar with mathematics and history.  Their classes were taught by the
older boys and were generally pretty pleasant.  There were rarely more than
twenty boys to a classroom and the lessons were entertaining at the same
time as being informative.  The boys were learning in most cases without
even realizing it.  It was a necessary chore.  Few of the outer kingdoms
had public schools and most of the boys who came to us were illiterate and
mentally ill-disciplined.  Though Kovzland stressed pleasure in its
society, it also stressed the need for all boys to be well-informed and
well-educated.
	Outside school, their activities were really too many to list.  We
kept them frantically busy, Calvin most of all, with a myriad of games,
adventures and sports.  Calvin was clearly interested in building their
small bodies as well as their minds and there was an unending series of
sports leagues and tournaments for them to participate in.  Some of these
were fairly common, of course: pee-wee basketball, baseball, tag football,
swimming, wrestling and soccer were infinitely prevalent throughout the
kingdom.  Others were mostly designed for the little boys themselves,
easier games with few rules like tug-of-war, egg-carry, three-legged-races,
hide-and-go-seek, tag, and all the other games a boy could ever remember.
	Inevitably the games always held a secret agenda.  Though
competition was frequently a part of them, it was also important to get the
boys to learn how to socialize with each other and to learn to work as a
team.  In Kovzland, there was one other goal as well: get the boys used to
being physically close to each other.
	Frequently, this was normal contact for boys.  At other times, the
contact was a bit more pronounced.  Swimming and wrestling, for example,
were both sports that were practiced in the nude.  For wrestling, this was
a common way to for boys to engage in the sport in any town.  Elsewhere,
swimming competitively was generally a mixed affair, with some swimming
nude while many others wore skin-tight speedos.  In the Great Houses, of
course, the suits were intended to reduce the drag of larger penises and
mature pubic hair.  For the hairless little boys of White, such things
weren't significant issues.  Consequently, the little boys of White usually
swam in the nude and wrestled in the nude, at least competitively.
	Non-competitively, there was a bit more leeway.  Though many of the
children chose to swim or work out naked, most would wear speedos or gym
shorts.  It was enough for them to know that they had a choice.  There were
always enough of them naked that the others could choose to do so without
embarrassment.
	There was something missing from their young lives and I knew it, I
knew it so well that it was even conscious in my addled mind.  Despite the
presence of the older boys, few of White's children received the kind of
personal affection and attention that I knew was necessary for them to be
truly happy.  It was an old debate, I knew, though I couldn't recall just
when or where it had surfaced.  To me, a boy needed a father, an adult man
who loved him and cared for him.  In our insular little kingdom, these boys
didn't have anything to compare with that.  It was one thing for them to
have Calvin and the others guiding them in activities.  It was quite
another to have a full-grown man whom they knew loved them and cherished
them more than any other.  To me, it was White's greatest shortcoming and I
knew it could become Kovzland's greatest threat.
	In the meantime, White was a lot like the other towns with a lot of
naked and semi-naked boys running around playing and having fun.  The only
difference was that these boys didn't have sex as a routine part of their
fun.  Though young, however, prepubescent sexuality was common even in
these boys.  For one thing, erections were fairly common even for little
boys, particularly for the ones who were native Kovz Boys and there were
many of them running around by now.  Young boys also have a natural
sexuality, or at least a natural affection, for other boys.  Kissing and
hugging were common between the little guys, at least when they weren't
fighting with each other over some silly thing or another.
	For my part, after months of living with them on an almost daily
basis (I did spend a fair amount of time at the palace or elsewhere on the
island) I was starting to find the little boys more and more attractive.
Though they didn't radiate the raw sexuality of pubescent boys, they were
far more affectionate and were always eager to be held, kissed and cuddled.
Besides that, they were just cute as a bug's ear, with slender bodies and
hairless little penises that bounced around as they played.  More than once
I had to hurry off to the palace to find someone to make love to after
spending too much time in White.  It was the wrestling that got me, because
there aren't a lot of things more adorable than two naked little boys
rubbing around together.  Since there was a lot of wrestling at White, I
had plenty of chances to know this.
	Eventually, the boys were selected for the Rite of Passage when
they began to demonstrate pubescent tendencies.  Usually, these signs were
first noticed during the boy's monthly examinations.  The Guardian of Baby
Blue was normally responsible for these examinations, but since Eric was
still missing, the rest of us all took turns.  It wasn't an easy task.  By
this time, there were more than a thousand little boys in White which meant
that seventy five of them had to be examined each day.  Therefore, for
several hours every day one of the Guardians would go to White and complete
the scheduled exams.
	The first time a boy went through the exam, he was usually very
embarrassed.  It began by the boy being stripped of his clothes.  Before
anything else, a full photograph was taken of his body and placed in his
file.  After that, he was weighed and his height was taken and entered.
The most embarrassing part for the boy was when he was required to lay down
on a table while his body was examined.  This consisted of feeling his
muscles and searching for any signs of hair growth.  Then his penis and
testicles were measured and, at the same time, his boyhood was rubbed and
caressed in an effort to give him an erection.  A penis that responded very
quickly or frequently with an erection was usually the first sign that a
boy was entering puberty, though on some occasions he would start growing
peach fuzz before anyone noticed.  There were even some occasions when a
boy started to show a profound and sexual interest in his penis or the
penis of other boys long before any sign of hair growth or frequent
erections.  This was a fairly frequent occurrence since most of the games
at White were designed to encourage boys to be naked with each other and,
where possible, to encourage them to touch each other's hairless little
genitalia.  Wrestling naked, for example, was a routine pastime for the
children in White, and you couldn't wrestle naked with a boy without both
your penis and his rubbing against each other's body pretty often.
	More than one boy found himself in the Rite of Passage after being
caught masturbating himself or another of the boys in White even if he was
only ten years old or even younger.  With so many boys and so few people to
keep an eye on them, there was little doubt that a lot of the boys were
masturbating before anyone found out about it.  Unless he was caught in the
act, we usually didn't find out unless the embarrassed boy admitted to the
act during the constant interviewing that went on while he was examined.
	I always enjoyed examining the little boys and enjoyed making them
feel comfortable and unafraid while I played with them.  They seemed to
like me but only a few of them seemed comfortable having their penis felt
out by another boy.  As the Guardian of White, I was examining more than a
hundred little boys a week.  It was nice.
	When a boy was pronounced ready for the Rite of Passage, Prince
Kelly was given the job of assigning him a representative for the Rite and
also a boy to give him his first taste of sperm.  There was a great deal of
negotiating for this honor and Kelly was the frequent recipient of gifts
from boys of the Great Houses who wanted to have a turn at initiating the
tender little children.  Kelly was sensitive to the little boys' needs,
however, and the honors usually went to sweet, gentle boys.  A boy from
Purple or Green who was known to enjoy molesting little boys rarely got to
initiate one during the Rite.
	The first time we were holding the Rite was made even more
interesting because there would be one little boy who would be advanced
before actually entering puberty.  Each of the Great Houses were allowed to
keep a small number of little boys around and it was discovered that Yellow
didn't have one (the discovery came when more boys discovered that Terry
Miller had sperm.  Everyone but me thought he was still a prepubescent).
I, therefore, had the additional task of selecting a little boy for Yellow.
He wouldn't have to go through the Draft at all, but would merely go
through the Rite and immediately become one of their brothers.  I finally
made my decision the day before the Rite was actually to take place.
	The boy's name was Eli Sands.  He was only eight years old, but he
was a very pretty boy and seemed very comfortable with other boys even ones
several years older than he was.  Though he was bashful during our first
monthly examination, he wasn't quite so much so as the other boys and I
felt certain that he would make a happy addition to a house as sweet as
Yellow was.  When he came in for his second examination, therefore, I was
particularly gentle with him.
	He was wearing a red sweat suit and white tennis shoes, and looked
very small and thin only a tad taller than three and a half feet and
weighing about seventy pounds.
	"Hi, Eli," I smiled lovingly at him.
	"Hi," he smiled happily, jumping up on the table.  I took the
soccer ball he'd carried in with him and put it aside.
	"Were you playing soccer today?" I asked, kneeling before him and
untying his shoes.
	"Yeah.  But we didn't win," his high-pitched voice said.
	"Eh, you'll win next time." I pulled his shoe off and peeled his
sock down his small, slender foot.  "What else have you been doing?" I
asked, working on the other shoe.  The examiner didn't always take a boy's
clothes off for him; if the boy objected in the slightest, he was allowed
to do it himself.  Eli didn't object, however, and I didn't feel too
worried about it.
	"Nothing much," the boy shrugged his thin shoulders.
	"Are you getting along with the other boys?" I had his small feet
bare now and instinctively measured them to see if they had grown any.  He
was such a little boy that monthly growth never amounted to much that was
measurable.
	"Yeah.  "
	"Who's your best friend?"
	"Scott," the little boy blushed.
	"Why do you like him?"
	"He lets me win when we wrestle in P.E." I smiled a little thinking
of the two little boys wrestling naked, their hairless little penises
rubbing against each other, their...
	"Stand up here and let me take your jacket off." He stood.  He was
several inches shorter than me, showing his younger years.  "Do you like
wrestling with boys?" I asked, unzipping the jacket and pressing it over
his tiny shoulders.  He was wearing a white sweat shirt and I felt his
smooth skin beneath it as he shrugged.  I could feel him getting more
nervous as his clothes were removed.
	"There we go," I said, tossing his jacket aside.  "Scott's real
nice," I said, taking hold of his sweat shirt and pulling it up his skinny
abdomen.  His flesh was smooth and pale, his belly button looking small and
boyish surrounded by soft, pink skin.
	"Yeah," he agreed, raising his arms and allowing me to pull his
sweatshirt over his head and off.  His bare chest was very thin and
childlike, his muscles scarcely making any mounds on his body.  Beneath his
tiny, pink nipples, his small rib cage rippled gently beneath his smooth
skin.  He looked very pretty with his blond hair ruffled from the shirt,
his blue eyes gazing beneath long, black eyelashes, his smooth face flushed
as he smiled bashfully.
	I smiled reassuringly at him as my hands lovingly caressed his soft
body.  "Do you like living with a lot of boys?" I asked, gazing at his
childlike beauty as I rubbed his skin.
	"Yeah," he nodded.  "There's always somebody to play with."
	"Good," I said.  "Okay, let's sit up on the table." I held the boy
beneath his tiny underarms and helped him climb up on the padded
examination table.  Though he'd only done it once before, the boy
obediently laid down, blushing down at his sweat pants.  I caressed his
slender belly and felt it shiver boyishly.  "Let's take these off, now," I
said, my hands already taking hold of the pants and pulling them downward.
	Not smiling and blushing bright red, the little boy squirmed his
bottom and helped me to pull them down his slender, hairless boy legs.  I
took them off from his boyish feet and the little boy lay on the table
wearing just his underwear.  This made him look very sweet and vulnerable,
his little penis scarcely leaving a bulge in the tight fabric.  He was made
all the more adorable by his underpants themselves for the boy wore
children's underpants with bright cartoon figures all over them.  Against
his pale, hairless legs and thin abdomen, they looked very enchanting.
	"That's a boy, Eli," I encouraged him as I took hold of his
underpants and pulled them down, his hairless boyhood laying fresh and
vulnerable between his young legs.  Again, he nervously allowed me to
remove them and the little boy was soon laying there naked on the table.
"You're a really pretty boy, Eli," I smiled, causing him to blush and smile
back.  He obviously wanted to look at his naked body but was too shy to let
me know it.  My hands gently rubbed on his slender, hairless thighs as we
smiled at each other.
	"Do you like being naked, Eli?" I asked, fighting my desire to
fondle his hairless little boyhood.
	"I don't know," he answered in embarrassment, shrugging his thin
shoulders.
	"A lot of boys like it," I assured him, my hands gently rubbing his
smooth thighs.
	He just shrugged again.  "Okay, let's take a picture of you," I
said.  "Lay down flat," I said.  The camera was directly above the table
and there was a brief flash as it took the full picture of his naked little
body.  "Now let's get your penis," I said, the boy flinching as my fingers
moved his little boyhood so the camera could see all of it easily.  It had
to be able to get the length and also to see the boy's testicles and the
smooth, hairless flesh at the base.  Again the flash came and that part of
the chore was finished.
	"Now let's see if you're getting taller," I said.  Relieved to be
less vulnerable, the boy swung his legs off the edge and jumped down,
causing his hairless penis to bounce gently on his pink scrotum.  We walked
together to the scales and the boy stood up on it.  His height was four
foot two inches and he weighed sixty one pounds.  "Well, you're not any
taller, but you'll get there.  Now backup on the table."
	He jumped up on the table without my help and lay down.  He gave an
impatient boyish sigh to conceal his embarrassment and nervousness, knowing
what was coming next.  He was laying on his back and I told him to roll
over first, which he did with another impatient sigh.  My fingers began at
his skinny neck and I gently probed along it and his shoulders, feeling his
small muscles and the hard ridges of his young bones.  His skin was
deliciously soft and smooth as my hands felt down across his shoulder
blades and probed along his vertebrae.
	When I reached his small, round buttocks, I gently pulled the
cheeks apart and bared his tiny, pink butt hole.  It was so pretty that I
actually got an erection, imagining how nice it would feel to stick my
penis inside his tight, warm body.  My finger slipped along the crack, felt
tentatively around his little sphincter, and gently felt all the way down
to his soft scrotum, though I didn't attempt to penetrate his tight
orifice.  It was a little silly to be sure; there was no way a boy as small
and young as he was could have any hair- nonetheless, it was a required
part of the examination.  Finally, my hands felt down the baby soft skin
along the back of his thighs and hairless calves until the boy's backside
was fully explored.
	"There we go," I said, letting the little boy know it was time for
him to roll over.  He did so, his face still blushing and not looking down
at himself.  Having his butt examined embarrassed him a lot, but he was
still more nervous about his little penis.
	My hands held his slender neck and I felt along his chin and lymph
nodes, slowly feeling down across his bony collarbones.  "Lift your arms,
Eli," I instructed gently and the boy did so.  Very tenderly, my fingers
stroked his small, hairless underarms.  The skin was very soft and smooth
and I leaned forward enough to take a sniff of his young boyhood.  I knew I
wasn't going to find any trace of puberty in a boy so small, but it was fun
to check anyway and, again, it was required.
	My hands held to the boy's chest, his body so small that I was able
to hold a lot of him in my hands.  I could feel his heart beating
rhythmically and felt the gentle hardness of his tiny nipples, the very
slight mound of his little chest.  My hands rubbed slowly down his little
rib cage and began probing at his abdomen, feeling the gentle resistance of
his young muscles.  Eli giggled despite his embarrassment.
	"Does that tickle?" I grinned and the cute boy nodded, a bashful
smile on his face.  His face looked less comfortable, however, as my hands
moved down his baby soft belly and I felt him shivering with excitement and
uncertainty.  Finally, my eyes looked fully down at the small, hairless
mound between his legs.
	His penis looked very little but normal sized for a boy so young.
It was circumcised and the head was a pale purple color, the little slit
looking tiny and fresh.  The little penis was only about an inch long in
its unexcited state and was very pale and childish looking.  Around it was
skin that was perfectly smooth and hairless, looking soft and pink.  His
testicles were equally little and very round, looking pretty in their
boyishly thick scrotum.  The smooth, wrinkled flesh looked very soft and
warm and my fingers began to caress him there first.
	I had come to realize that boys were more comfortable if you
started at their warm boy sacks and I smiled at his pretty face as my
fingers gently traced the smooth, hairless skin between his testicles and
thighs.  His balls were still round and very little.  When my fingers
finally moved to his sensitive penis, Eli was more prepared though his body
still flinched nervously.
	His little boyhood wasn't any larger than my fingers as they gently
took hold of it, tenderly tried to pull it and make it dangle.  It would
hardly be right to measure a penis that was so buried into the warmth of
the child's body.  It grew more rubbery, but still not enough that it even
rolled on the boy's hairless belly.  With one finger, I gently pressed it
back against his belly and rubbed it up and down several times.
	"Does that feel good, Eli?" I asked.  The boy swallowed and
shrugged his shoulders, his blue eyes now unwilling to leave the sight of
his hairless penis.  "It's really fun having your penis rubbed, isn't it?"
I persisted, my finger rubbing the loose flesh of his boyhood up and down
the little shaft.
	This time, Eli nodded a little and actually smiled slightly.  This
brought a big smile to my face as I showed my adoration for his hairless
body.  I continued rubbing his little penis against his belly with one
finger while my other hand gently reached out and rubbed up and down on his
belly.  This must have really tickled Eli for he giggled childishly and I
felt his little legs spreading wider.
	"Does it feel good?" I asked again.
	"Yeah," he giggled through an innocent, childish grin.
	"Good," I smiled, gently masturbating the prepubescent boy.  I
continued rubbing his soft belly as I allowed my finger to begin touching
his sensitive little boy head.  This seemed to effect him somehow, though
he still grinned.  "What's wrong?" I asked.
	"It kind of hurts," he said, and I realized that his innocent penis
head wasn't used to so much direct attention.  Tenderly, I took some of the
flesh from his shaft and let that rub up over the ridge of his penis head
and he seemed to like that better.
	"Ohhh," I sighed lovingly as I felt his penis getting stiff.  Eli
just grinned and blushed as his little penis flared into a pulsing, boyish
erection.  I had worked harder for this than usual, but I wanted to see it
and I wanted the boy to feel the pleasure of it.  I continued to rub
rhythmically up and down it as my other hand reached down and pulled out
the ruler.  I pressed this against the boy's penis and took his
measurement.  The little erection was only 2.2 inches long and no thicker
than my finger.  It was so little and precious.
	Tenderly, I took his penis between my thumb and forefinger and
continued masturbating him as I put the ruler aside and took the testicle
measurer.  As the boy grinned bashfully, I slipped his little balls into
the proper sized measurer then took the full size of his hairless pink
scrotum into its proper slot.  He still measured out as a little boy, as if
I needed a tool to tell me that.
	I put the testicle measurer aside then stood there masturbating him
and enjoying the astonished looks of awe and pleasure on his blushing,
smiling face.  "You're such a good boy, Eli," I smiled at him as he lay
there letting me rub his penis.
	I didn't think he was too close to an orgasm, but forced myself to
stop playing with him before neither he nor I could stop it.  He looked a
little disappointed, but just smiled and blushed up at me, his pretty face
silently asking me to keep playing with him.
	I smiled happily as I picked up his little underpants and started
pulling them over his feet.  "Did you like that?' I asked pulling them up
his hairless legs.
	"Yes," the boy giggled in embarrassment.
	"Good," I smiled.  I slid his underwear up his smooth thighs and
again the boy lifted his butt to let me pull them on.  His hairless little
penis was still pulsing and glowed a boyish red as I recovered it in his
white cotton underpants.
	"Are you ready to move to another house, Eli?" I asked when I had
almost finished redressing him.
	"But I'm only eight," he said in confusion.  "Boys don't get to
move until they're twelve."
	"Yeah, but you're special," I smiled, tousling his blond hair.
	Despite his confusion, I knew he would be excited about moving on.
In White, moving on was a sure sign that you were growing up and all the
little boys wanted to grow up.  It meant they could play whenever they
wanted to and wouldn't have to live behind a protective gate.  When the
other boys heard Eli was moving on, he would become something of a hero in
White.
	At his tender age, Yellow was probably the only house I would have
allowed him to go to... perhaps Gray, but both Blue and Baby Blue had too
many confused boys in them, nice boys, but ones who might lose control
around Eli's innocence and vulnerability.  Red, Green and Purple had too
many boys who would love to hear a little boy crying while they raped him.
I wouldn't send Eli someplace that wouldn't be nice to him.  Yellow would
be very gentle and loving.
	When Ryan heard who I had selected for them, he was so thankful I
was almost embarrassed.  Enough boys would be whispering about favoritism
as was.  It didn't matter: Eli was the perfect boy for Yellow.
	It had been a long tradition in the early days for the Guardian of
White to get to pick one little boy who was going through the Rite of
Passage to be the representative for.  Though thirty boys were going
through it that first time, I had no doubt which boy I wanted to represent:
little Eli.  Not only did I love him more than the others, but he was so
small and young that I wanted to make sure he had someone with him who
would be gentle and tender with his precious little penis.  Well, that and
the fact that an eight year old boy was so rare in the Rite that I wanted
to be as close to it as I could be.
	Since Eli was going to Yellow, Eli's first "Provider" was to be
selected by the prince of Yellow.  This tradition also included the prince
picking his youngest, sperm producing boy for the duty and honor.  I didn't
know who this was until we were actually at the altar.
	But I'm getting ahead of myself Eli drew number six in the Order of
the Rites.  That meant that I wasn't going to have time to see any of the
others until after Eli was fully given over to Yellow.
	Feeling marvelously excited for this special day in Eli's tender
young life, I spent the night at White, got up early and eagerly went down
to join the boys for breakfast.  All thirty of the boys who were to go
through the Rite of Passage occupied a special table and they were heaped
with praise and presents by the other boys.  None of the boys in White had
the slightest idea what the Rite was all about.  They just knew that it
meant the chosen boys were getting to do more things.  It was all very
exciting to them.  The boys who were actually going through it, however,
were always more nervous and uncertain.  They laughed and giggled during
breakfast, but always was some bit of fear they kept tucked away.  They
were after all, leaving their home.  True, in this case, it had only been
their home for a few weeks at most.  Still, it was all they knew of
Kovzland.
	Shortly after breakfast, the representatives of the chosen boys
began to show up.  Each of these had a white and gold carriage to take the
boy away in.  The children themselves took very few belongings with them.
All their clothes would be replaced by Baby Blue (with the exception of
Eli, of course) so all they had were their personal treasures and mementos
and they had few of these.  I made sure that they all got sent off before
finally finding El] and leading him out to his own waiting carriage.
	As the last one to leave, Eli was cheered off by the rest of White.
He was quiet and seemed sad and nervous as we rode up the hill away from
White, though his eyes watched the changing scenery.
	"Are you okay, Eli?" I asked from my side of the carriage.
	The boy nodded and stayed silent.
	He grew more fascinated by the scenery after we passed through the
gate and particularly when the expansive lands and new sights above greeted
him.  The road we traveled avoided some of the more graphic statues of the
garden, but the boy must have seen some of the others.
	We finally came to a stop behind the temple.  Several of the other
little boys were waiting their turn in another building, but since Eli was
number six, we were allowed to go in right away.  The temple only had room
to prepare ten boys at a time.
	We were welcomed at the door by Chris Anderson who was helping out
for the day.  He smiled excitedly at my little boy which seemed to make Eli
nervous.
	"Have they started yet?" I asked.
	"No.  The first one should be coming out now.  Everybody's here,
man." He closed the door behind us and I led Eli up a long hall.  There
were several doors on either side of the hall.  The first one was numbered
ten and they went down from there.  As we neared six, a door farther up
opened and Brett Jaeger came out leading Shane Corbett, a little pubescent
boy whose erections betrayed his boyish growth despite his small, hairless
penis and immature appearance.
	Eli giggled and said hello to Shane who was wearing a white robe
and was barefoot, but Shane just looked at him like he was going to cry.
He was walking awkwardly and I knew why.  He didn't say anything as Brett
led him passed us.
	When we were finally in our room, Eli turned to me looking even
more nervous.  "What was wrong with Shane?" his boyish voice asked
fearfully.
	"Nothing," I smiled reassuringly to him.  "He's scared, but you
don't have to be.  Nobody's going to hurt you, Eli... or Shane either."
	"What are we doing here?" he asked.
	"We have to get you ready for the Rite of Passage," I explained.
	"What do we have to do?" he whined like the little boy he was.
	"Just give you a bath and dress you up," I said.
	The room was fairly large for its limited purpose.  The walls were
white and it was brightly lit.  The only furnishings were a small bed and a
sunken tub, already steaming with water.  I led Eli to the bed and started
taking his shoes off.  The little boy didn't say anything as I took his
clothes off.  Though I'd only done it to him twice before, he seemed to
accept it.  Soon, his hairless little body was standing in the room looking
shy and boyish.  He was so small.
	"Come on," I said, leading him to the tub.  It wasn't very large
because it wasn't supposed to have more than one boy in it at a time.  The
water was laced with a special potion to make boys horny so I wasn't to get
in with him.  It consisted of a stepped chair so the boy could sit down and
be easily reached by his representative.
	"It's hot," Eli whined as he stepped down into it.
	"Oh, it's not that bad," I said, my hands gently holding to the
boy's little rib cage and helping him to sit down without slipping.  "Go
under and get your hair wet," I said and the naked boy obeyed.  By the time
he came up again, I had shampoo on my hands and started washing his blond
hair.  Eli sat on the step silently as I rubbed the lather through his
hair.  Some of the lather ran down his skinny little chest looking pretty
on his soft, pale skin.  Despite the temperature of the water, Eli's tiny
nipples were erect and I knew the potion was taking effect.
	"Okay, rinse it off," I instructed.  When he got up this time, I
took the sprayer and finished the job, making certain all the soap was
gone.  I had him stand on the step as I soaped up my hands and lovingly
began to wash his small chest.  His pretty face looked glum and confused,
but he didn't ask any questions or say anything at all.  My hands rubbed
soap over his small shoulders and he turned so I could clean his back.  His
shoulder blades were so small and pretty as I washed them, his smooth skin
feeling slimy in the soap.  He let out a boyish gasp as my finger probed
along the crack of his butt and gently rubbed his little butt hole in the
slimy soap.  I was so tempted to stick my finger inside him, but fought the
desire, just cleaned the tiny pink butt hole and seductively pressed at his
sphincter.  My fingertips could feel his soft, slimy scrotum through his
legs and it felt very nice.
	Eli's little penis was sitting on his testicles when he turned
around, the circumcised little thing looking sweet and precious.  His
smooth, hairless skin ran perfectly all around it and his scrotum was
glowing red from the heat of the water.  I soaped my hands up a lot and
felt myself panting as they reached out and started washing his boyhood.
	Eli let out a startled cry and his skinny legs almost buckled.
"Are you okay?" I asked the child, my hands letting his penis go.  He
looked near tears of confusion, but nodded.  More gently, my hands again
reached for his penis and started washing it.  This caused so much pleasure
for the child that I felt his small hand holding to my shoulder as his hips
gently pressed forward at my hand.  I felt his penis stiffening very
quickly and continued to caress it as the boy let out childish crying
sounds and the skinny little thing pulsed in childish erection.
	Knowing he wouldn't be able to stand too much attention on his
hairless boner, I reluctantly let him go and told him to rinse off again.
It didn't feel good to deny a boy who was that excited from orgasm, but I
knew he would be feeling relief very soon now.
	When he was all rinsed off, he stood up again and I used the
sprayer again to ensure the job.  His penis was still very much erect but
looked little and innocent, the purple head shining until it looked almost
white.  "That's a good boy," I assured the nervous eight year old as I put
the sprayer aside and grabbed a towel.  I dried all up and down his skinny
body, the child crying again as the towel touched his stiff erection.
Finally, I led him back to the bed and had him sit down, the horny boy
looking down at his erection in confusion.
	"There we go," I cooed, as my hands gently combed his hair.  Warm
air was blowing through the room, ensuring that his hair would dry quickly
and that his skin would return to its soft smoothness.  After his hair was
combed, I told the boy to lay down on the bed.  He lay there looking small
and frightened by the stiff red boyhood between his hairless legs.
	His cock was so hard that I doubted whether I should risk the next
step on it: the direct application of our special potion.  This potion was
specially made just to make boys horny.  It was so powerful it could even
make a child like Eli desperately need an orgasm.  It was the same potion
we'd used on Tod in Labar.  We didn't let boys use it very often outside of
the Rite: it made the pleasure so great that they'd never stop using it.  I
sat down beside the naked little boy and gently brushed the hair from his
forehead.  "Are you okay, Eli?" I asked again, concerned about the innocent
child.
	"It hurts," he whined, looking up at me beseechingly.
	"It'll feel better," I promised him, though even I felt guilty
about applying still more potion to his fragile boyhood.  It was for his
own good, however, and when he felt the explosive pleasure of his first
orgasm, he would be glad.  So, I unscrewed the top of the jar and gently
stuck my fingers into it.
	Just feeling it on my fingers made me feel hornier and I was
tempted to spread it on my own penis and make love to the boy right there.
I didn't, however, just reached out and gently spread the cream on his
small boy chest.  Slowly my fingers rubbed the cool cream down his baby
soft body and smooth belly, the boy beginning to cry as my slimy fingers
again began touching his erection.  The coolness seemed to relieve him
somewhat, but it did nothing to ease the pressure in his boyhood- in fact,
it made it even harder.  I coated all of his little penis with the cream
and even coated his small testicles, being careful not to rub the cream in
lest the boy climax right there.  It soaked readily into his boy flesh
anyway and soon was completely out of sight, leaving his skin smooth and
dry, as hairless as a newborn.
	Finally, I smeared some of the cream across his forehead.  This
would ensure that all he could think about was his penis and he wouldn't be
distracted by all the other boys who would be watching him.  There was no
use talking to him now.  All I had to do was finish preparing him and
ensure that he didn't start masturbating in an effort to free himself of
the erection.
	There was a knock on the door, signifying that I had five minutes
to get him ready.  Plenty of time for me, more hormonal suffering for Eli.
I took out the boy's diaper: the uniform for boys going through the Rite.
Eli could just lay there whimpering as I lifted his small legs up and
slipped the thick cotton beneath his little bottom.  I took one last loving
look at his little erection, the pale flesh shining red, the little penis
head shining brightly in the light, small scrotum hugging tiny boy balls.
I lifted the diaper between his thin legs and pulled it tightly over his
erection.
	This made him cry again, feeling something touching his cock.  I
pulled it very tightly and fastened the safety pins at the Corners.  He
looked so pretty in the baby clothes I wanted to kiss him and feel his soft
body, but again I fought the desire.  I did hold to his thin shoulders as I
sat him up and awkwardly tied a white bonnet over his head.  He was so
precious I felt a pang of aching love in my heart.
	I stood the boy up, his legs so weak he could hardly support
himself He didn't seem to notice as I took a plush, white bath robe and
slipped his arms into it, tying it shut at the front.  It was a little more
difficult to get him to slip into his little bunny slippers, but he looked
even prettier afterward.
	There was another knock on the door and Chris poked his head in.
"Oh, he's so pretty," he said.  "Kovz," he added when he saw how horny the
little boy was, "how much did you give him?"
	"I don't know," I said.
	I stuck a pacifier in his mouth, a toy the boy seemed to like for
his jaw was soon moving up and down as he sucked absently on it.  I held to
his thin shoulders and led him toward the door.  He walked awkwardly and
continued to make little crying noises.  I imagined just feeling the diaper
rubbing against his erection was causing him no small amount of pleasure.
Soon it would be over.
	I led my little angel up the hall and up a flight of stairs.  Soon,
we were standing on the rim of the temple, hundreds of boys filling the
pews, sighing in love for the precious little boy standing before them.
Down on the platform, Jonathan stood waiting as did Garvin Reynard, the
little pubescent boy from Yellow who was to give Eli his first sperm.
	The skinny little boy managed to walk down the ramp to the
platform, but I had to help him up to the altar.
	"High Priest," my little voice said, echoing loudly up into the
spire.  "I present a child for manhood."
	He was supposed to ask what proof I had that Eli was a man but that
was waved for him since he quite plainly wasn't.  Jonathan looked at little
Eli and seemed to know how horny the child was.  He skipped the rest of the
ceremony and motioned to me to continue.  Thanking him with my eyes, I
turned Eli toward the crowd and untied his bathrobe.  The audience sighed
again as Eli was bared, standing in his diaper, bonnet and bunny slippers,
still sucking on the pacifier.  His chest looked so smooth and boyish
against the white fabrics.  Most of the boys who attended the Rites were
accustomed to seeing ten and eleven year olds decked out in the outfit of a
baby.  As an eight year old, Eli drew more than a little additional
attention and inspection.
	I pulled the strings to the bonnet and the boys all whispered and
sighed their appreciation of the little boy's beauty.  I held Eli limply
around his shoulders as my fingers trembled and undid the safety pins to
his diaper.  The cloth fell between the boys legs amid a loud sigh of
wonder from the boys.  His penis still stood out in tiny erection, glowing
with pressure and intense horniness.  He was so excited that he was still
crying softly and his soft cries were magnified by the spire so that
everyone could hear his high pitched beauty.
	I would have had difficulty getting an older boy on the altar as
young and small as 1, myself, were, but Eli was so little that I got him up
on it fairly easily.  As if we were back in the examining room, the little
boy lay automatically back, his legs still dangling over the end, two inch
erection throbbing up and down over his hairless belly, glowing red with
artificial hormones.
	I quickly pulled his slippers off and turned to face Jonathan.
"Behold brothers of Kovz," Jonathan spoke, his voice echoing in the spire.
"Guardian Kelvin presents a child for the Rite of Passage.  All boys bare
notice: from this time forward, Eli Sands will be a man with all the
privileges thereof
	He nodded to me and I turned and looked at Garvin.  The young
twelve year old opened his robe and presented a small, three inch erection
decorated with a little patch of brown peach fuzz.  I would not have been
surprised if he was too young for sperm, but Ryan must have known that he
did have some.  Garvin let the robe slip over his shoulders and came up
beside Eli stark naked.  Like Eli, he had been treated to the potion and he
was obviously intensely horny and eager for orgasm.  His cute, boyish face
was blushing with embarrassment, but his four and a half inch boner stuck
out so stiff and hard that his foreskin had completely retreated from his
brown penis head.
	I crawled between Eli's legs and leaned my lips toward his little
erection.  Just as my lips touched the boy, Garvin grabbed his own erection
and both boys' bodies flexed fantastically with the instant pleasure
shooting into their penises.  I had no intention of letting my poor little
boy suffer with his childish erection any longer than necessary and quickly
slipped his penis between my lips and held it in my slimy mouth.
	Little Eli immediately let out a startled, frightened cry, his baby
blue eyes staring at his penis as it disappeared into my mouth.  His small
belly was rippled with intense pleasure and the boy's high pitched,
childish soprano cries rang out in the spire, filling the room with his
beautiful sounds.  His skinny arms lay at his sides and grabbed for the
altar in astonishment as my slimy lips very slowly slid his erection out.
I sucked his tiny penis head then slowly reinserted the rock hard little
thing until my lips were pressed against his hairless pubic mound.
	My tongue could feel the frantic pulsing of his penis and could
feel the rock hard ridge of his swollen little head.  Moaning myself at his
innocent beauty, my hand gently reached between his legs and tenderly
fondled his small, hairless scrotum sending shivers and cries of
astonishment into the child.  Slowly I slipped his penis out to my lips
again, kissed the little head in my slime and slid it in yet another time,
going down on the little boy until he cried in wonder and surprise.
	His soprano moans and cries were joined by Garvin.  The young boy
was rubbing on his own erection, the fuzzy boy dick looking every bit as
hard as Eli's, the head swollen into a bulbous knob, the little slit gaping
and preparing to squirt immature boy seed into the little child's mouth.
Garvin was one of the most explosive boys in Kovzland.  Even without the
potion, the poor boy would go insane with his pleasure.  With the potion,
the orgasm that was already rippling his body in flexing young muscles
promised to be extremely passionate.
	Eli sounded so sweet as he cried, his small, skinny body squirming
with all the pleasure in his penis.  Never before had he felt such
incredible pleasure and for it to be emanating from his little boyhood must
have been extremely confusing and frightening for him.  I sucked very
gently on his two inch little cock, letting my lips slide up and down on it
as my blue eyes looked up at his fear and pleasure filled face.  His
erection felt little and incredibly hard, pulsing on my tongue and between
my loving lips.  Over and over again, I slid his little boyhood into my
lips until the boy was crying and squirming with pleasure and confusion.
	I began sucking harder on Eli, coaxing his virgin erection to allow
him to have an orgasm.  He was so young and innocent, but Garvin already
knew how to have an orgasm and I knew he was going to climax quickly.  I
longed to make sure that Eli came first before Garvin's twelve year old
sperm confused him even more.
	The temple was filled with the orgasmic cries and moans of the
immature boys, springing from their boy chests and erupting out their
throats in high pitched innocence.  Their voices mingled together in the
spire, filling the temple with the sound of prepubescence.  I worshipped
the beauty of their songs as I worshipped the tiny erection in my mouth.
My fingers still probed the little ball sack between Eli's hairless little
legs, feeling the young flesh of his scrotum rubbing over the hard little
balls beneath, coaxing his testicles just as I coaxed his penis,
encouraging the little boy to let his innocence go.
	I was so intent on getting Eli to orgasm that I was astonished when
his skinny little body suddenly contorted upward at my face, the frightened
boy squealing childishly as orgasm streaked madly through his little
boyhood, washed over his belly and sent his body into fantastic explosions
of pleasure.  I kept sucking him, crying myself at the beauty of his
pleasure, feeling his penis flexing madly with still harder desires and
needs.  Finally, the little child collapsed crying on the altar, the peak
of his pleasure passed, his innocence flooding back into him as he stared
in surprise at the hairless mound between his legs where my lips now
pressed, his smooth hairless skin against my red, adoring lips.  I was
crying with him, quickly letting his slimy boyhood go and laying my head
down on his hairless belly, holding his skinny body and showing him that it
was okay.
	Mixed in with our young crying was Garvin's for the boy had watched
Eli's prepubescent orgasm with awe and reverence.  Almost unable to think
about his duty, the boy stroked madly on his penis, crying with effort as
he managed to lean over.  Eli lay astonished as the penis approached his
pretty face, swollen little head pointing toward the child's lips, but
looked even more shocked when it started squirting at him.  Miraculously,
Garvin's powerful ejaculation squirt directly between Eli's lips and the
eight year old's mouth received a healthy squirt of immature sperm.  The
innocent young boy quickly turned his adorable face away, but Garvin's duty
was done and the orgasmic little pubescent squirt the last of his thin,
childish sperm on Eli's cheek and across his collarbones.
	I could hear Eli crying and I slowly crawled higher on his skinny
body.  "It's okay, Eli," I assured the little boy, hugging his small chest.
"That's a good boy.  It's okay."
	I could see Garvin's sperm sprinkled on the little boy's chest and
I licked it up, showing the child that it was good.  I lifted Eli in my
arms and held his bare chest close to me, the little boy still crying as I
stroked his hair and smooth, slender back.  "Good boy," I cooed.  "Your a
good boy, Eli." I could feel his chest swelling for air as he gasped,
slowly getting control of himself Still, my hand stroked his soft blond
hair, felt down his back and hugged his small body.
	No one in the temple was speaking, as I sat there holding the
little boy, comforting him from his fears and confusions.  Soon, his crying
left and he was just gasping.  I gently pulled his body away and turned his
face to me.  He looked so pretty in the blushing glow of orgasm, his blue
eyes still looking afraid and confused.  I brushed the tears from his
smooth cheeks and smiled at him.  He looked confused a moment longer then
slowly grinned.  I smiled more broadly at him and pulled him back into my
arms again.  "Good boy," I said.
	When the boy was sufficiently recovered, we stood back up with a
loud, long round of applause greeting the little child with the slimy
little boyhood.  Soon, the applause succumbed to the song of Kovzland as
hundreds of young boy voices rose in chorus.  The verses were sung by a
little pubescent boy whose voice hadn't changed and it was very beautiful.
	Ryan came forward with a yellow robe and allowed Eli to cover his
hairless little body.  Another was brought for Garvin and the four of us
turned and started up the ramp, soon disappearing down a separate tunnel.
	"What did you do?" Eli giggled when we were gone.
	I had to laugh at his quick change of feelings, his fear now gone
and his boyish cheerfulness quickly returning.  "It was a game," I giggled,
delighted by his happiness.
	"Who were all those boys?"
	The questions didn't stop, not after we'd gotten into the yellow
carriage to take him away, or all the way down the hill to Yellow.  His
pretty boy face now watched the scenery with intense curiosity, the whole
time accompanied by a torrent of questions that we willingly answered.
There was so much for the boy to learn.  As the youngest boy in any Great
House, he was going to have to get used to getting a lot of attention and,
inevitably, to having a lot of boys want to play with his hairless little
penis.
	We arrived at Yellow to a huge, tumultuous greeting, the hundreds
of members pouring into the streets, eager to be the first to meet the
eight year old boy who had become their brother.  He was swarmed with
admirers and friends as we joined the town in a great party.  Ryan had
instructed them all to be on their best behavior and not molest the boy or
go around naked.  They were pretty good about not touching him too overtly,
but there were an awful lot of naked young teenagers running around.  Eli
didn't seem to mind.  In fact, once all his questions about their pubic
hair, the big size of their young organs and their incessant erections were
answered, the little boy seemed quite pleased by all the excitement he was
generating.
	Prince Ryan took the little boy under his wing from the beginning.
After all these weeks, the young aristocrat seemed to have fully accepted
his sexuality and looked adorable and happy walking around wearing nothing
but the silver headband that showed his office.  Early in the afternoon he
had coaxed Eli into taking his clothes off too so the young prince and
adorable eight year old could be seen all day walking together in their
birthday suits, hand in hand.  At first I thought Ryan was planning to make
love to the child himself.  As it was, however, he seemed totally content
to be Eli's big brother, loving and protective, albeit a bit doting.
	It really was a normal day for the most part.  The boys of Yellow
(some nude, most wearing gym clothes) swam and wrestled and played.  Sweet
young couples courted each other around the grounds before sneaking off to
do what young boys only naturally do when they have a safe environment to
do it in.  I spent my time going from one game to another.  Swimming,
tug-of-war, basketball, baseball.  As usual, I wasn't terribly good at
anything, but I liked participating and it was fun to be with so many happy
boys.
	By dinner time, I was really exhausted and so were most of the
energetic boys of Yellow.  Thrilled by the innocence and beauty of their
newest and youngest member, however, they were rambunctious and happy as we
all sat down together to eat.  Ryan, Robert, Eli and I occupied a head
table, but there was little formality.  Before us, the hundreds of boys of
Yellow talked and laughed and jostled each other.  All were dressed to some
degree now, including the child.  Ryan had past a rule that boys had to
wear something for meals that covered their penises and their chests.  That
left a lot of room for interpretation, of course.  Most of the boys were
content with shorts and T-shirts, some cut high up their smooth, slender
abdomens.  Some of them, however, boldly strutted their small bodies around
in strap suits, wrestling outfits and the like.  They were really cute.
	As dinner was finishing up, I started to wonder what Ryan had in
store for little Eli.  It was certain that the little boy would be making
love to someone that night, but who and when?  The question was soon
answered as Ryan called for a young boy named Rick and an older boy named
Garet to come forward.  Upon announcement of these two names, all the boys
in the room started giggling and laughing: a sure sign that they
interpreted it as a sexual innuendo.
	Ryan had made really compelling choices.  Rick was eleven years
old, a slender boy with dark hair and brown eyes.  He was wearing a T-shirt
and shorts, both yellow, and was barefoot.  The size of his feet suggested
he was nearing puberty and the slender bulge I saw poking at the front of
his shorts said that not only did he know what he was about to do but that
he was looking forward to it a lot.  He was blushing brightly, but was
giggling like a cherub, gazing at little Eli with obvious interest.
	Garet was clearly older, at least six inches taller, but very
beautiful.  He had blond hair and a exquisite face with sharp, handsome
features.  He, too, was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, the bright yellow
looking not so cute against his pale features as they did against Rick's
darkness.  He was fourteen years old and, though his cheeks were flushed
with blush, he looked solemn and very tender, the typical boy in Yellow.
	"Do you want to come watch, Kely?" Ryan asked as he and Robert
stood up.
	I looked at little Eli.  The eight year old sat smiling innocently
at the two boys who'd joined us, oblivious to what was planned for his
immature body.  "Yeah," I nodded, thinking that it was my responsibility to
make sure Eli was safely absorbed into Yellow House but probably a little
more fascinated by the thought of seeing so young a boy having boy sex.
	"We're going to my room," Ryan said to us as a group, nervously
guiding us toward the back door to the occasional jeers and frequent
giggles of the boys we left behind.
	Eli bounced along ahead with Ryan's big hands on his little
shoulders.  He seemed very happy and was talking a mile a minute.  The rest
of us were getting kind of quiet, enchanted at the thought of the little
boy's prepubescent sexuality, the innocent sexuality we were all invited to
witness.
	I suppose I should say that not every boy who joined a house had
some regal initiation upon membership.  The little ones frequently did,
however, some additional ceremony that reinforced their entry into Kovzland
society and the Great Houses.  Older boys generally adapted quite easily
into a new life of common boy love.  It was a bigger change for the littler
ones and official sanction for what they were doing was important.
	Ryan took us to his room as promised and he closed the door as we
all filed in.  As he, Robert and I moved off to the side, beautiful Garet
stepped forward and guided Ian toward the prince's bed with Rick in
giggling tow.
	"You're a member of Yellow House now," Garet explained as Eli
happily went with him to the bed.  "Rick and I are going to teach you what
we do here at Yellow."  He had a beautiful voice, right at the stage that
separated children from young men: not quite soprano, but not yet a full
baritone either.  It was very sweet and very soothing.
	"Okay," Eli giggled, mirroring Rick who followed along awkwardly.
	"One of the things we do a lot is play with our penises," Garet
continued, his big hands on the child's body and gently caressing him.  The
comment made Rick giggle almost hysterically and little Eli joined him with
the same happy smile on his young face.  Both younger boys were blushing
brightly, but it was the sweet blush of boys who still feel a bit guilty
for the sexual feelings they have.
	"It's Rick and my job to teach you some of them.  Okay?" Garet
asked the child.  They were standing and facing each other, Garet looking
tall at five an a half feet compared to Eli who was little more than four
feet tall.  Eli was smiling like a sweet little boy, blushing up at the
young man who's big hands held so gently to his little boy shoulders.
	Eli giggled again.  "Okay," his high-pitched voice said, childishly
biting his lower lip.
	"So we're all going to take our clothes off and we're going to show
you, okay?" Garet asked.  He'd been well trained for this.  His voice and
the handsome sweetness of his face were both soothing and endearing,
particularly to an eight year old boy only a few hours from his first
orgasm.
	Many little boys would be filled with questions about this strange
attraction for being naked.  Eli, however, was well selected and just
blushed and nodded.  Besides, after a few weeks in White all of the
children were used to seeing a lot of naked boys if not being naked
themselves.
	Garet smiled tenderly down at the child as his big hands slid down
and took hold of Eli's little T-shirt.  Eli giggled again as he raised his
little arms so the youth could take his shirt off.  It slid easily up the
baby soft, hairless skin of the child's abdomen and little chest, slipping
up his thin arms and over his head.  He was blushing more brightly as his
yellow hair fell down in his pretty eight year old face.
	"There we go," Garet smiled lovingly, his hands instantly going to
the child's little chest and petting the smooth, perfect boy skin
affectionately.  "You're very soft, Eli," he said softly.  "The other boys
are going to think you're really cute."
	This made Eli blush bashfully but you could tell he liked the idea
of being liked.  As Garet's big hands caressed his front, young Rick came
up behind the boy, his hands stroking his little shoulder blades and spine.
Eli glanced back at him and Rick smiled supportively to him.
	"Now let's see your little weenie," Garet grinned at the child, his
hands moving to Eli's baggy shorts.  The shorts were a little large for him
and they slid down pretty easily, his hairless pubic area bared in pale
innocence.  His penis was limp and tiny but was hanging a little bit, as if
the boy was a little bit excited already.  It was really beautiful, a
perfect, pink color surrounded by magnificent, exquisitely smooth young
skin.  The only thing that marred the pale pink flesh all around and over
his cock and balls was his little penis head which stood out in a beautiful
little round helmet shape of pale purple.  Wonderful.  The little thing
wasn't any longer or thicker than my pinkie, in fact, it was actually both
shorter and skinnier, just a child's little toy, all the more beautiful to
know that it was already able to make him feel nice.
	Though he blushed innocently, Eli wasn't horribly embarrassed as he
obediently stepped out of his shorts, supporting himself on Garet's arm a
little bit.  He looked so small and vulnerable now, a sixty pound, eight
year old, blond Adonis.  I wished I could make love to him too but Ryan had
led me to a loveseat where we could watch the young boys.
	"You have a really pretty penis," Garet smiled at the little boy
who giggled bashfully.  The youth leaned over a little bit and his long,
slender fingers gently reached out and held the little organ.  His fingers
caressed it and petted it, the cock looking even tinier in his big fingers.
	"You're going to give me a boner," the child giggled.
	"I know," Garet smiled at him.  "I like it when little boys have
boners."
	This made Eli giggle some more and looked down at his tiny penis as
the young man played with it.  It didn't blossom very quickly, but all of
us could see the little thing starting to get a little bit bigger, started
to straighten out, slowly started to stand out from his hairless pubic
mound.
	"There we go," Garet smiled bigger, the other two boys giggling
with both excitement and embarrassment.  The teenager kept stroking the
little boy's tiny two inch erection until it got hard enough to stick up
toward his face, the skinny pink shaft finally starting to pulse a little
bit.  "That's nice," he smiled, slowly masturbating the child.
	Eli blushed and smiled proudly.  "Do you like that?" Rick's soprano
voice giggled from behind him.  Eli nodded happily with a brief glance back
at the other boy.
	"Let me touch it," Rick asked the older boy.
	"Okay, come here," Garet instructed.  When Rick was beside Eli,
Garet let the hairless little rod go and the other boy took over fondling
and stroking on it.  He wasn't as graceful with a little penis as Garet was
but Eli didn't seem to mind.  In fact, I could hear him panting a little
bit now.
	Smiling at the younger boys, Garet stood up and took hold of his
own T-shirt.  I stared in genuine amazement as his young body was revealed
for it was really magnificent.  His tummy was very flat and slender with a
cute belly button that was almost flat with the rest of his stomach.  It
looked firm with hard muscles.  Above it, his rib cage rippled gently,
barely visible through the smooth contours of his abdominal muscles.
Finally a magnificent young boy chest, neither terribly flat nor terribly
muscular, just a nice, gentle swelling of young pectorals, each covered
with smooth, lightly tanned boy skin.  His nipples were very cute, only
slightly darker than his tanned skin and covered in little bumps as they
stood out erect.  The shirt was covering his face now as he lifted it
upward, revealing the smooth concave of his armpits.  They were completely
smooth and hairless, the baby soft skin of a boy still too young for the
young hairs of puberty.  Finally his long, slender arms rippled as he
pulled the shirt free, tossing it aside and standing there in adorable
beauty.  His face looked even prettier beneath his blond hair now, his soft
cheeks blushing, pale blue eyes twinkling beneath thin brown eyebrows.  He
looked over at me briefly and I felt my heart skip a beat.  Kovz I would
like to have laid against a chest so perfect in form and softness.
	The young teenager looked down at the younger boys.  Rick was
really masturbating the little boy now and Eli was smiling from ear to ear.
Garet smiled at them and I felt my heart skip again as he reached for his
gym shorts.  His long, smooth legs flexed now as he wiggled the shorts down
his hips.  Several more inches of baby soft tummy appeared first, wonderful
boy skin, smooth and hairless.  Just before his cock was about to appear I
got my first sight of his immature pubic hair.  It was beautiful.  He
looked old enough to have real pubic hair by now, but he didn't: nothing
but a beautiful circle of light brown, downy fuzz.  If we had been any
further away, I would have thought he was still hairless, but I could see
it and wanted desperately to kiss it and feel it against my lips and
tongue.
	I forgot about his peach fuzz quickly enough, however, as his
pubescent organ appeared.  For a few seconds, it just hung between his legs
about four inches long and thick.  Before his shorts had reached his young
knees, however, his penis started to swell and prepare itself for
intercourse.  He had a nice, thick foreskin that just covered his young
glans but as the penis started to straighten and stretch out from his young
pubic mound, his pupace started to slip backward.  Through the thick fold
at the tip, a wonderful purple penis head emerged, growing bigger as the
skin retracted, as the shaft stood further up in erection.
	By the time his big feet had disentangled themselves from his
shorts, his penis was ready to make love.  It was just short of six inches
long and had a pleasant thickness to it.  His foreskin was just long enough
to cover the thick shaft and it left no folds now that he was fully erect.
It left nothing but perfectly smooth skin all the way from the swollen
ridge of his purple penis head to the soft fuzz between his legs.  I
actually smiled looking at its beauty as I saw it starting to throb
rhythmically with pubescent desire.  Below the wonderful erection, his
young testicles hung tightly in a thick, smooth scrotum.  The hairless skin
hugged his young jewels tightly enough that I could see the gentle contours
of his balls inside.
	I suspect that his cheeks were red more from flushed excitement
than embarrassment because the boy looked very proud of his pubescent
magnificence.  He stood there as if he were posing for almost fifteen
seconds, looking down at his own body and at the smaller bodies of the
other boys.  Kovz, he was a wonderful specimen of young pubescence, the
type that should be made into a statue.  Erect, all his hormonal desires
were there, magnifying the attractive abilities of his face and body.
Nature had designed him to attract partners for sex.  Nature had succeeded
wonderfully.
	If I was enraptured by his pubescent beauty, Eli was astonished by
it.  His cute boy face scarcely showed any signs of the rubbing between his
legs as his blue yes grew wide and stared at the big cock before him.  It
was not only longer than Garvin's had been in the temple, but a lot
thicker.  To an eight year old boy, it must have appeared enormous and the
excited way it was throbbing must have been almost hypnotic.  I would have
loved to have felt so nice a cock in my bottom and could feel myself
starting to lubricate at the thought.  I doubted that they would subject
the eight year old to that his first time.
	Garet finally smiled down at the little boy's surprise.  He didn't
say anything to explain the differences in their bodies, just reached out
and took the little boy's thin shoulders, tenderly pulled him in against
him, carefully pressed his swollen cock against the child's abdomen and
held it there.
	Rick stepped back giggling.  I could already see his erection
poking out at his shorts as he frantically grabbed for his T-shirt and
quickly pulled it off.  His body wasn't like Garet's at all but it was no
less adorable.  For one thing, he was a lot thinner than Garet, his boyish
body little more than skin and bones but kept nicely formed by firm little
muscles.  His skin had a natural brown complexion that made it look very
smooth, but not as soft as Garet's looked.  His brown nipples were almost
non-existent, tiny pinpricks standing erect on the otherwise perfect flesh.
His arms, like his legs, were long and gangly looking, not near so graceful
as Garet's.  They ended in the enlarged versions of his furthest
extremities: the boy's young puberty was evidence by hands and feet that
were almost humorously too big for him.  He didn't mind though.  He was
just happy and excited.
	As Garet's big hands stroked little Eli's skinny back, Rick eagerly
peeled his shorts off.  His erection emerged already in full bloom, pulsing
almost frantically in rock hard excitement.  There were few things more
intense than an excited eleven year old boy's erection and Rick's was
really spectacular.  The boy was still hairless but had a nice sized penis:
about four and a half inches long with a pleasantly slender shaft.  Unlike
Garet, his foreskin was long enough to continue protecting his cock no
matter how hard it got.  The thick brown skin ran all the way up and over
his penis head.  I could just make out the bulbous swelling of it beneath
and was eager to see the skin pulled back.
	His erection stuck straight up at his face, pulsing much faster
than either Garet's or Eli's.  This kid was eager!  He had no tan lines at
all, his smooth brown skin running all the way down around his penis and
across his small, plump buttocks.  Beneath his erection, his scrotum was
holding very protectively to his testicles, the smooth ball of skin barely
emerging from his body, the young balls looking very small but cute against
his baby soft thighs.  He stood up panting and giggling, big brown eyes
looking excitedly at his two sex partners.
	Garet stepped away from Eli and smiled down at him.  The little boy
was smiling again, his eyes twinkling with wonder at their naked bodies.
The teenager didn't say anything as he guided the eight year old to the
bed.  They crawled up on it, quickly followed by the eager Rick.  Garet lay
with the child facing him as Rick crawled up close behind Eli, the two of
them holding him in a boy sandwich.
	"Okay," Garet smiled, tenderly petting the child's pretty face,
"this is what we're going to do, okay?  I'm going to rub on your penis,
Eli.  It's called masturbating and you can do it to yourself whenever you
want to, okay?"
	The child just giggled in response, his pretty face flushing
brighter.  "Then," Garet continued, "I'm going to stick my penis in your
mouth."
	"Ooooh," the child said distastefully.
	Garet laughed.  "No, you like it," he assured the boy.  "Trust me.
When it's in there, all you have to do is suck on it, okay?  Just like
sucking on your thumb."
	"It's a lot bigger than my thumb," Eli observed innocently.
	"You can do it," Garet laughed.  "Just don't bite it.  The, while
you're doing that, Ricky is going to stick his penis in your butt."
	"Inside it?" the boy exclaimed instantly, starting to look a little
worried.
	"Yeah, but don't be scared.  It won't hurt.  It'll feel good."
	Eli didn't look convinced, but Rick was giggling, kissing his bare
shoulder and poking his erection at the boy's little bottom already.  Like
any boy, Eli was nothing if not curious and that curiosity was already
starting to overcome his timid fear.  If the older boys said it felt good,
after all, the least he could do was try it.
	"Your Highness," Garet asked over the other boy's bodies.  "Do you
have some cream for Ricky?"
	"Yeah," Ryan nodded beside me, quickly crossing to his dresser.  As
he went to their assistance, Garet started instructing the boy as he'd
said.  I watched in love as he started caressing and petting Eli's skinny,
two inch little erection.  My own penis had been that tiny not long before.
At the dawn of puberty, however, mine was now growing quickly.  Eli was
still several years away and would be a little boy for a long time to come.
	I wondered if Garet had made love to a lot of little boys.  He was
very good to Eli's tiny boner, stroking it slowly and tenderly, finding the
right rhythm to match the child's breathing and heartbeat.  With a
pubescent boy, the secret was to beat his meat fast and furious to send him
to a great orgasm.  With little boys, you had to be gentler, more
seductive, more coaxing for their little penises to reward the effort.
Garet really knew what he was doing to little Eli, the sure sign of a boy
who liked prepubescent youngsters.
	He kept stoking on the little penis as he guided his own hips
toward Eli's face.  He looked down and watched, slowly moving it toward the
child's lips.  Eli's mouth didn't look big enough for the swollen purple
head that was approaching entrance, but the child opened it wide, little
boy teeth showing.  I could see the slit of Garet's cock yawning open as he
moved it slowly inside, pressed the big head of his cock onto the boy's
little tongue.  Blushing and smiling, Eli obediently put a lip lock on the
thick penis, his eyes gazing up at Garet for approval.
	"Good," the teenager sighed softly.  "It tastes good, doesn't it?"
he asked.  Eli nodded, the thick penis sticking into his pretty face.  "Now
suck on it and lick it with your tongue, okay?  Just keep doing it until I
tell you to stop."  Eli nodded again and I could see his soft pink cheeks
sinking in a little, saw his little chin moving up and down as he slid his
warm, slimy tongue on the pubescent cock.
	As the eight year old sucked his first erection, Ryan was closing
on Rick, who was laying on his back now, spreading his legs and presenting
his hairless erection.  Kovz, he was so nice looking that I would like to
have made love to him myself, just crawled between those skinny young legs
and humping on that cute penis until we both squirmed in orgasm.  But... it
was Eli's night.
	Ryan smiled down at the excited eleven year old as his fingers
dipped into the jar of white cream.  Ricky just giggled excitedly and I
stared in adoration as his skinny body flexed with muscle when Ryan's
fingers first pressed the cool cream onto his hot cocklet.  He let out
excited cries of boy pleasure as the prince liberally smeared the cream all
over his erection, even taking ample opportunity to stroke on it several
times.  His young fingers smeared the cream even over the hairless skin
surrounding the boy's erection, over the smooth flesh of his young scrotum.
	When the cocklet was completely covered with slimy cream, Ryan took
the skinny shaft in his fingers.  I stared enchanted as he squeezed it
tightly, barely managing to pull the foreskin back.  Ricky's penis head
pressed through the fold of flesh in brightly shining excitement.  It was a
bright, almost brilliant purple color, brighter than either Eli's or
Garet's.  The color looked even more adorable against his brown skin.  Ryan
was still smiling at the cute kid and Ricky was giggling excitedly up at
him as his fingers now liberally started petting the exposed head.  The
sensation sent shudders all over Ricky.  He was so excited now that his
foreskin just pillowed in little folds against his slimy penis head.
	Ryan had to know what he was doing as he took the whole of the
kid's penis in his fist and started rubbing slowly on it.  Ricky was
giggling so excitedly, his little chest gasping so eagerly, that anyone
could tell he was right on the verge of an orgasm.  I stared happily as the
prince masturbated the skinny cock in his slimy fist.  Ricky's naked,
hairless body just shuddered more and more, his high pitched voice
squealing louder.
	Garet, with his penis head still being sucked by the child and his
fingers still masturbating Eli's cock, smiled as he watched the other boy
building frantically to orgasm.  He didn't caution the prince about it and
all of us just smiled and watched Ricky squirming with pleasure.  He
climaxed with wonderful spasms that jerked his young hips up and down,
driving his hard penis into Ryan's fist.  Each spasms was accompanied by a
wonderful, high pitched grunt of orgasm.  The kid obviously enjoyed orgasms
a lot.  He didn't look the slightest bit embarrassed by the uncontrollable
reactions of his eleven year old body, just lay there enjoying every bit of
it.  He didn't ejaculate at all, but his stiff erection sure did try to.
	Both Garet and Ryan knew that Ricky was a boy who could easily have
multiple orgasms so they weren't concerned about his ability to still fuck
Eli's butt.  Taking a little edge off the boy's eagerness, in fact, might
make him a little less spastic when he finally penetrated the little
child's body.
	"Okay," Ryan smiled.  "Are you ready for the boy, now?"
	Ricky nodded excitedly.  As soon as Ryan released his erection, he
was panting excitedly and crawling toward the child's back.  His cock was
magnificently hard, as excited as it had been before his beautiful orgasm.
With the skill of a young boylover, one of his hands held to Eli's little
shoulder as the other reached down and took hold of his erection.
	Whether he needed to do it or not, Ryan stepped forward and took
each of Eli's young boy cheeks in his hands, gently spreading them apart to
reveal the tiny puckered little hole to his body.  Ricky's glowing purple
penis head maneuvered almost instinctively for the tight hole, quickly
pressing directly against it.
	Little Eli instantly let out a startled cry, muffled by the big
penis he still sucked gently on.
	"It's okay," Garet soothed instantly.  "Just relax and let him
stick it in you."  Eli's blue eyes were wide around Garet's cock, the child
trying to look backward to see what was happening.  Garet let go of his two
inch boyhood and started petting his flat little belly.  "Relax, Eli," he
cooed as Ricky started pushing his skinny hips forward, his swollen purple
penis head pressing harder at the tiny butthole.  "Just relax..."
	Eli was a very small boy, but Ricky's penis wasn't exactly huge.
It looked much too large for the size of the little butthole, but Eli's
bottom had certainly pooped out larger things.  He could take the
prepubescent erection inside if he let it and it would feel nice there.  We
all knew that from personal experience.
	With Garet coaxing him tenderly and Ryan pulling his butt cheeks
farther apart, the little boy let out a muffled squeal as both he and Ricky
felt his tiny sphincter opening slightly.  I just watched the bright head
press a little deeper, watched the tight, hairless little butthole stretch
wider.  Ricky seized the moment, grunting a little and pressing his
advantage.  I watched is penis head slip a little deeper.  Another flex of
his skinny body and it slipped deeper still, finally disappearing inside
the child's butt.
	I was afraid Ryan would let Eli's cheeks go, denying me this
wonderful vision of his penetration.  Ryan was just as eager to watch as I
was though and he was leaning over to stare at the hairless little cock and
butthole as they merged together.  The resistance of his tight sphincter
muscle now broken, Ricky was able to penetrate the boy more easily and it
made a wonderful sight seeing his smooth young erection sliding into the
tight little butt.  I was at the perfect angle to see when he had probed as
deeply as he could.  I could see the hairless skinny of his pubic mound
closing on the hairless crack of Eli's butt.  Soon, they pressed directly
together and Ricky was all the way up the child's poop chute.
	His job done, Ryan let the boy's butt go and came back over to me
grinning from ear to ear.  I smiled back and we both took up positions to
watch the cute boys having sex with each other.
	"Does it hurt?" Garet asked, his hand reaching down to pet Eli's
sunken cheeks.
	Eli's eyes were still wide with surprise, but he wasn't crying and
didn't look to be in pain.  He gave a slight shrug in answer to Garet's
question, obviously too confused by all the strange feelings in his eight
year old body to know what he felt like.  It had to be pretty confusing for
a boy his age, laying there with a penis up his ass, a huge cock in his
mouth, his own erection exposed to the caresses of others.
	"Well, you just keep sucking on that, sweetheart," Garet cooed,
petting the child's blond hair and pretty face.  He didn't try to rub his
cock between the boy's lips at all, just enjoyed the tender, growing
pleasure of the boy's sucking and licking on his cock head.
	Lovingly, he ran his palm down Eli's skinny chest and belly,
finally returning to the hairless little erection between his thighs.  He
took the stiff meat in his fingers and started rubbing the tight skin on it
up and down again resuming Eli's own growing pleasure.
	Ricky was a pretty talented boylover.  I could really see that now
as he crawled closer to the boy, pressing his skinny chest against Eli's
thin shoulders, his hips squirming slightly and keeping his cock fully
buried.  He finally got himself in a position that would allow him to do
what he really wanted to and Ryan slapped my forearm to share the moment as
we watched the skinny kid's hips pull back, watched the smooth crack of his
own buttocks part slightly as he pulled his cock out of Eli.  Briefly, we
caught sight of his own tiny brown butthole before his buttocks clenched a
little and his hips moved back forward, slowly sliding the cock back up
inside the eight year old.
	The sounds of boy sex were wonderful.  From each of them came young
boy songs: Garet's young with long, pleasant sighs; Eli's muffled and
whimpering, a bit fearful; Ricky's high-pitched and excited.  Mixed in with
that were the occasional sucking noises of intercourse, some as Eli's
little mouth awkwardly moved on Garet's cock, some as Ricky's slender
erection slid in and out of Eli's tiny butthole.
	As the boys' pleasures grew, the sounds grew louder and more
intense, allowing Ryan and I to fully share in their growing orgasms.  I
was a little worried by how quickly Ricky started to fuck the little boy,
his own butt now moving in and out pretty quickly.  The ease with which his
penis slid in and out, however, and the soothing sounds of Eli's childish
voice, didn't seem painful, just increasingly orgasmic.  Eli was a Kovz
Boy, but he was much to immature for his bottom to have an orgasm.
Nonetheless, just as with human boys, the rhythmic pressure of a cock
sliding in and out of your body was pleasant so long as the cock wasn't too
big and Ricky's was just right for little Eli.
	Eli climaxed first, though he was so wedged in the boy sandwich of
Garet and Ricky's bodies that we could barely witness it.  He had his
orgasm like a little boy, a gentle, increasing tension in his small,
hairless body, followed by several tender jolts of pleasurable waves of
warmth and love spreading from his little penis in Garet's fingers and all
the way through his little arms and legs.  In many ways, it was more
beautiful than the frantic orgasms of an older boy.  A child in orgasm was
something beautiful, artistic, wonderful.  A teenager in orgasm was
explosive and passionate.  I loved all of them.
	Ricky giggled feeling the child's little spasms between his legs.
He knew what the little boy was feeling and it made him feel happy for him.
Now that Eli had gotten off, he was eager to as well, before the child's
relaxed wonder had faded.  He fucked faster, giggling, grunting and panting
excitedly.  Eli just lay there and continued sucking on Garet's cock as
Ricky's erection continued sliding in and out of him with increasing
excitement.
	When the skinny boy climaxed, his body locked up with orgasm, drove
his slender penis all the way up inside the little boy.  For a second, he
lay their clenched tightly then his body started shuddering frantically.
He was obviously struggling to keep his penis all the way inside as
pleasure shot through it over and over again.  His body, however, wanted to
keep fucking.  The war of young boy muscles was frantic and intense, but
Ricky was good and lay there with his buttocks clenched tight shoving his
erection deeper and holding it there as wave after wave of orgasm raced
through him.  Kovz, it was nice.
	The only one left, Garet was desperate now to ease the hardness
between his legs.  Moaning pleasantly, he reached down and held the shaft
of his cock in his fingers.  Still holding his penis head between Eli's
slimy lips, he gently started rubbing up and down on his foreskin.  He
couldn't do this very much because with every upstroke his thick foreskin
pressed at Eli's thin red lips, so he stroked on it just enough to add the
final amount of pleasure needed to put him over the edge.
	For a furry pubescent boy, he was able to control himself very well
as the ultimate pleasure welled and erupted between his legs.  His adorable
face fell backward in a wonderful mask of pubescent orgasm and he let out a
beautiful moan of joy.  I could see his young hips jerk very slightly as
sperm loaded into his testicles, instantly propelled up the thick six
inches of his young erection with powerful contractions of his cock.  His
body rewarded him with the dizzying wonder or orgasm, but the reward it
gave to Eli startled the child.  Though he had sampled Garvin's sperm
during the Rite, he obviously hadn't been prepared for Garet's and he
gagged immediately.
	Coughing, Eli's pretty face pulled back from Garet's penis head,
the youth's semen spilling out of the child's lips.  Garet let out a little
laugh and stroked more fully on his cock as the next wonderful contraction
raced through it.  He could feel the sperm rocketing forward, felt it erupt
from his glans and squirt out into the air.
	What he felt, Ryan and I saw.  His thin semen ejaculated quite
powerfully, squirting out a full two feet from his penis head.  It had only
one place to go and that was for the smooth, hairless body of the child in
front of him.  The end of the stream reached all the way to Eli's tiny
belly button and the entire cargo squirt in a sweet white line of sperm all
the way up to his chest.  It already was starting to trickle down the boy's
smooth skin as Garet ejaculated again, more boy cream squirting onto the
child.
	It wasn't a large load, only about a tablespoon full, but it looked
adorable on Eli's immature body.  Eli lay there with one penis still inside
his butt, wiping the semen from his lips as Garet squirt the last of it
onto him before droplets of the thin juice dripped down onto the sheets.
	When he was finished, a panting Garet tenderly move closer to Eli
and enfolded his young body in his arms.  Accepting that it was over for
this time, Ricky too pulled his softening cock from the child's butt and
hugged him from behind.  All three of them were gasping for air as the two
experienced boys soothed the worries from their newest and youngest
brother.
	I was horny as hell, sitting there with my erection pounding in my
shorts, staring at the three naked boys laying together on the bed.  They
were as beautiful as their love making had been, smooth and soft and
loving.  I glanced over at Ryan, saw how his fat cock was throbbing in his
shorts, too.  He wasn't looking at me, though.  He was looking at the
little boy who was his new citizen.
	After a couple of minutes, he got up and went over to the three
naked boys.  Eli looked embarrassed now, but Ryan just smiled lovingly and
took his little body in a loving embrace, oblivious to the young sperm
still on the child's chest and belly.  "You guys need a bath," he smiled
with Garet and Ricky.  "How about all of us take one in my tub?"
	"Sure!" Ricky grinned, sitting up.
	"You bet," Garet smiled, too, stroking Ian's little back.
	"How about you, Eli?" he smiled his most wonderful boy smile at the
child.  "Do you want to take a bath with us?"
	Eli shrugged a little, but almost immediately blushed and nodded.
	"Come on," Ryan said, standing and taking the child's little hand
in his.  "I'll wash your back."  The other two boys quickly stood to join
them and I did to at first, particularly seeing Garet's beautiful penis
dangling seductively between his legs, but then I stopped.  This was Yellow
House's affair, not mine.  I didn't belong there tonight.
	"Come on, Kely," Ryan said when he realized I wasn't following.
	"Nah," I shrugged.  "You guys go ahead.  I got to get back to the
palace."
	"Are you sure?"
	"Yeah.  Sure.  I'll come see you guys next week."
	"We'll show you a good time," Garet suddenly grinned at me.  To my
delight, he was holding his flaccid cock and pointing it at me.
	"I'd like that," I grinned back, giving him a little wink.
	Finally, however, the boys went to the bathroom and I sighed.
	By the time I left, Eli was at home.
	
	I returned to the palace feeling really horny.  I'd spent the day
with an adorable little boy, had tenderly and lovingly sucked off his tiny,
adorable little penis, and had watched several hundred horny pubescent kids
try to earn the little boy's affection and interest.  That was a difficult
thing for a boy my age to endure without getting a chance to enjoy my own
orgasm.  The palace was, of course, the perfect place to go.  As horny as I
was, I started wondering if Prince David was around.