The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Fourteen: Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

	"Where are you going, Kely?" a high pitched, childish voice called
as I strolled through the palace garden.
	I turned and waited as Prince Kelly ran up to me, wearing a skin
tight, black jump suit that covered his skinny, eleven year old body from
ankles to wrists and neck.  The expression on his face was happy and I
gazed at the childish muscles in his thin legs rippling and propelling his
skinny body across the grass to me.  His feet were bare and were tickled by
the grass.  The suit clung so tightly to his skinny frame that I could even
see his ribs pressing out against his skin and the small, almost invisible
mounds of his small chest.
	Being a Guardian, however, my eyes only naturally looked between
his legs and watched the slender bulge of his little penis pressed back
against his body.  So tightly did the elastic material cling to his little
boyhood that I could actually make out the little mounds of his childish
testicles and even see his tiny penis head swelling at the end of the
skinny shaft.  The boy didn't have an erection, but his penis was laid out
against his lower belly and the fabric was holding tightly to it.
	I smiled as the small boy I adored came up to me, my eyes still
gazing down his skinny body and looking at the sweet bulge between his
legs.  I smiled and blushed at him.  "Robby invited me over to Green
House," I said, knowing the boy was blushing at my eyes glancing repeatedly
at the little bulge of his boyhood.
	"They'll just want to stick it in your bottom," he blushed,
embarrassed like me by the reputation Green held.
	I shrugged.  "Robby said Roger had a present for me.  He said they
wouldn't do anything to me."
	"You know Robby would lie.  He likes little boys."
	"I know," I blushed.  "But he promised I'd like it.  He said it was
a kitten."
	"A kitten?  Really?" The boy's eyes lit up and he looked very
excited.
	I nodded.  "You wanna come?"
	Kelly smiled and blushed shyly.  "I wanted to see if you wanted to
go to the arena with some other boys," he said.  "We're going to play
soccer."
	I smiled, always happy when Kelly wanted me to go somewhere with
him, particularly the arena with all its fun games and toys.  "I can come
later," I said.  "But I can't take a baby kitten to the arena.  I'll put it
in my room then come.  "
	"Okay," Kelly blushed and smiled.  He gave me a quick, boyish hug
of affection, then turned without further word and his skinny little body
was running back across the grass toward the palace.  I watched his small
butt and skinny back for a while, then turned and continued on my way.
	The island was big enough that it was worth it for us to keep
carriages ready to relay boys between the various houses.  It was more than
a league to Green House and I didn't feel like walking the whole way, so I
climbed into one of the cabs and told the boy driving it where I wanted to
go.  He was a cute boy so I crawled up close to the opening to the
buckboard and talked with him as we went.  I liked him a lot, but when we
reached Green House, a small group of adolescent boys in purple outfits
were ready for him to take them to the palace.  I parted from him planning
to take more carriage rides.
	"He's here!" a fourteen year old boy in his underwear called from
the courtyard.  He didn't come to greet me, just ran to the house
announcing my arrival.  There were about two dozen boys playing around the
lawns in scantily clad outfits, most in nothing more than bikini briefs.
It rather embarrassed me but no more than it did when they stopped their
play and started toward the house with eager anticipation, their eyes
turning to look at me rather often.
	Even as innocent as I was, I knew that something was going on,
something more than what I'd been told by the adorable Prince Robby.  Fully
aware of the rumors about Green, I swallowed nervously and walked toward
the steps to the mansion.
	By this time, there were about a thousand boys living in Green.
This was enough to spill over into the other mansions that made up their
team and more boys were scurrying out of these, pulling on scant articles
of clothing as they ran, again looking at me with sexual interest or just
with boyish giggles.
	Roger was coming to greet me as I stepped through the front door
and he had a big grin on his handsome young face.  "There's our little
boy," he said through his grinning teeth, looking like he wanted to suck my
little penis as he gazed at the little bulge in my tight shorts.  He was
wearing a black tank top and his tall, slender, fifteen year old body
looked very cute.  I felt my penis getting stiff and knew that he could see
it.  Roger always had that effect on me; he was so cute and everything
about his young adolescent body radiated hormones into me.  I didn't know
if he wanted to stick his penis in my butt or not, but he wanted to do
something with my small body and I felt intensely willing to let him.
	He grinned at the little bulge of my childish erection and came
over and wrapped a smooth, skinny arm around my thin shoulders.  Even
through my T-shirt, it felt wonderful.  "We have a special present for you,
Kelvin," he said, his large hand rubbing across my small chest as he walked
me toward the hallway.
	"Can't you just give her to me here?" I asked, nervous and excited
by his adolescent affection.
	"Her?" he giggled.  "Who said it was a her?"
	"People always call cats 'her'," I said uncertainly.
	"This isn't a cat, Kelvin," the tall boy grinned.  "It's a kitten."
	I shrugged my shoulders, wishing the older boy's hand would reach
down between my legs and rub the little erection in my shorts.
	He stopped suddenly and turned me to face him.  He was grinning and
looking adorable and his large hands gently pressed my shoulders back
against the wall.  I looked up at him, knowing my eyes were filled with
willingness for him to make love to me.
	"Kelvin," he grinned.  "Do you know what a Kitten is?" he asked.
	I swallowed and gazed up at his smooth, adorable face.  I nodded
shyly.  "It's a baby cat," I said.
	"Kely," he giggled again.  "A Kitten is a boy."
	I remembered what Calvin had said about boy kittens, about how they
just laid around and played with their penises all day and never talked or
anything, but I thought that they were just a legend.  I couldn't remember
ever seeing one.
	"Well, Green has a kitten now and we want you to play with him."
	I swallowed in embarrassment.  "Why me?"
	Roger just giggled and started up the hall again, one arm wrapping
around my shoulders and the other holding his hand pressed against my small
chest.  "It's a present.  Just to show there's no hard feelings for taking
Bobby out of the Draft last week."
	"Oh," I said.
	I was getting a little dizzy and confused by the horny feelings in
my penis and wanted to ask Roger if he would play with me.  Instead, I just
let the older boy lead me into the mansion and finally down a long ramp.
After awhile, the ramp turned upward and ended at a door slanted backward
against the ceiling.  I was panting softly and was astonished when Roger's
hands turned me and instantly started to pull my T-shirt up from my skinny
body.
	"Kittens get scared when they see boys in clothes, Kelvin," he
giggled, though I had the odd feeling he was lying.  Still, I was horny and
I let the boy pull the T-shirt off and stood silently when he grabbed my
skin tight shorts and peeled them down my legs.  My hairless, three inch
erection appeared instantly, throbbing madly, and I watched the older boy
bending over to lower my shorts, hoping he would see the stiff little boner
and would suck on it for me.  When I stepped out of them, however, and
Roger stood back up, he did little more than glance at it.  "Are you
ready?" he asked.
	I looked down in embarrassment that he wasn't as affectionate for
little boys as others were and shrugged sadly.  I jerked back up when the
older boy's big, warm hand reached down and took hold of my erection and
testicles.  I looked up at him hopefully.
	"You sure look ready," he giggled at my prepubescent excitement.
"You want to play with the Kitten, don't you?" he asked.  His hand took
hold of my small erection and rubbed gently on it and all I could do was
pant and nod up at him, eager to do anything he told me to.  "Good boy," he
smiled at my excitement.  "His name's Ian, Kely, so you be nice to him."
	The older boy pushed the small door open and gently guided my
small, naked body through it.  I crawled up into a room filled with pillows
and covered with soft, furry blankets.  It was so odd that I was standing
up with my hairless boner totally bared before I realized that the room was
round and that all of its walls were made of glass.  Crowded around the
glass were row on row of boys giggling and grinning in at my excited
boyhood.
	I was so shocked that I instantly turned back toward the door, but
Roger was already pulling it closed, giggling delightedly.  I tried to pull
it open again, but the teenager had locked it, leaving me trapped in full
view of the entire populace of Green.  I stood up in embarrassment, my
small hands awkwardly trying to conceal my stiff penis.  The boys were all
thoroughly delighted and I looked around at all of them giggling and tried
to find someone who would save me.  I found Prince Robby, but he was as
delighted as the rest of his boys.
	I stood there naked and holding my hairless erection, wondering why
they were doing this to me.  As I turned, however, my eyes fell for the
first time on him.  I was so instantly infatuated with him that, for a
moment, I forgot all about the giggling boys surrounding us.
	He was standing near the clear glass window, leaning back on a
large pillow that stood almost as tall as he was, and he was smiling at me,
showing a neat row of white teeth.  He was a blond haired, blue eyed boy of
perhaps eleven or twelve, was about my height and weight, and had the face
of an angel as he smiled at me.  His hair was long and straight, with pale
yellow bangs falling down into his innocent, sky blue eyes.  Although he
wasn't blushing, there was something so sweet and innocent about his
smooth, boyish face that I felt my heart beating quickly with protective
love for him.  He was the sort of boy you just want to scoop up in your
arms and cuddle.
	He was naked, of course, like me, but his face looked so adorable
that it took me a moment to realize how exquisite his prepubescent body
was.  His chest was small like any boy's that age would be, and he wasn't
very muscular, just enough muscle to swell slightly beneath his baby soft,
tanned skin.  His nipples were little and a pretty brown color against his
boy flesh.  Although his chest wasn't very muscular, the boy's slender
belly was rippled with soft, boyish muscle that joined to his rib cage with
marvelous beauty.  Even his little belly button was adorable, just barely
going into his smooth stomach.
	His tanned skin gave way sharply to soft, pale white, showing that
the boy wore a tight pair of shorts or perhaps just underpants when he was
out in the sun.  There, on that wonderful softness of boyish skin, he
sported an erection that took my breath away.  He didn't seem at all
embarrassed by its excited throbbing and stood leaning back smiling at me
as if he were completely unaware that his young boyhood was so exposed.  He
had no pubic hair and the pale white skin of his lower belly ran smooth and
unblemished to the hairless base of his young cock.  Below his penis, his
scrotum looked thick and very smooth, the skin holding tightly to his
testicles, but with such innocence that I couldn't even see the contours of
them.  His penis itself was what really excited me.  It was almost four
inches long, comfortably larger than mine, and stuck out very stiff and
hard.  What seemed odd about it was that it looked so thick.  Most of the
little boys I knew had skinny penises until they got older. Ian's looked
more than twice as thick as mine and it seemed to endear me to it all the
more.  His penis head was circumcised, brown, and was only slightly larger
than the smooth, pink shaft of his boyhood adding to his cock's unique and
special appearance.  I was instantly as in love with his penis as I was
with him.
	With difficulty, I tore my eyes away from it and looked back up
into his adorable face.  He was still smiling at me and I was again amazed
that he could be standing there in all his throbbing excitement, with all
those boys laughing and giggling at us, and not be the slightest bit
bashful.  Even a boy his age in Purple House would be a little bit
embarrassed.  Ian didn't seem to mind in the least.
	I could see Roger climbing into a chair that had been reserved for
him beside Robby and he sat beside the cute boy prince grinning in at the
excited little boy and 1. Robby looked delighted by the game.
	"Play with him, Kely," Roger called over the din of happy boys.
	"Why?" I called back, feeling a little angry that they were trying
to embarrass me so much.
	"Because we won't let you out until you do," Roger yelled back, the
rest of the horny boys laughing happily.
	I swallowed my anger and looked back at the naked boy.  He was
still just standing there, his head tilted to the side now as he smiled at
me, looking so adorable I could cry for him.  I wouldn't have minded
playing with him for the world; he was so adorable and so cuddly looking;
but in front of all the boys in Green House, to play with him just for
their amusement?  That didn't seem like a very good idea.
	Still, I knew what the rumors about Green House were and I was
pretty sure that Roger would keep his word and not let me out.  I stood
there, still holding to my tense little boner, and gazed at the wonderful
boy with all my adoration.  He grinned broader and glanced briefly at his
erection then back at me, as if asking me to do it.
	"Do you want to?" I asked him, wondering why he didn't say
anything.
	"He's a Kitten, Kely," Roger laughed.  "He's too stupid to talk.
Play with him."
	I didn't like Roger calling a boy that beautiful stupid, but when I
looked over at him again, I could see that his expression hadn't changed in
the slightest, as if he hadn't heard a word we'd said.  I hated to admit it
but, for all his exquisite beauty, Ian didn't look very smart, just sweet
and innocent, as if he didn't have a thought in that wonderful blond head
of his.
	"Can you talk?" I asked him, making the other boys laugh at me.
	Ian just stood there, expression not changing in the slightest,
beautiful blue eyes glancing down my naked body happily.  He didn't even
change his position, just leaned back against the pillow with his thick,
hairless erection there for all to see and adore.  He watched me without
the slightest bit of curiosity as I walked slowly over to him.  The entire
floor was like one big bed and my big feet sunk down against the springs as
I walked.  When I reached him, I stood in front of him and looked into his
adorable face, looking for any signs of intelligence.  I didn't think I
could see any but I definitely thought the boy looked even more beautiful
close up.  Slowly I gazed down his smooth, tanned chest and slender,
rippling abdomen and looked at his strange, wonderful penis.  It was so
marvelous, pulsing up and down with his excited heartbeat, the head shining
purplish brown at the end of a straight, thick, pale white shaft.  My eyes
looked up into his face again, but the little boy just kept smiling at me.
	I swallowed in nervous wonderment of him and finally let one of my
hands slip away from my stiff boyhood.  My penis was still small enough to
hide under one hand, but the crowd of boys all whooped excitedly.  I could
see that several of them were masturbating themselves or the boy next to
them, all of them looking very delighted.  Gazing at Ian's excited young
penis, I let my hand move slowly out and gently let my fingers feel the
smooth, hairless ball of skin that covered his testicles.  Ian instantly
panted and I heard a childish giggle sound from his small chest, his
slender belly rippling with a shiver of delight.  I still held gently to
his scrotum as I looked up at his face.  He was staring down at my hand
touching his family jewels, but he looked up at me briefly, his blue eyes
twinkling excitedly, delighted to have his penis touched.  Instantly his
eyes dropped back to his erection and he seemed eager for me to do more to
it.  His scrotum felt so nice against my fingers, the skin so thick and
smooth, his firm young balls warm and wonderful.
	"Go ahead, Kely," I heard Roger encouraging me.  I turned and saw
him gently rubbing on Robby's gifted young penis, the thirteen year old
prince staring at it joyously.  "He likes it."
	Ian seemed so young and innocent that it was hard to believe he
even knew what his penis was capable of.  If he liked it that much, why
didn't he just masturbate himself instead of standing around with his
erection throbbing?  I wondered if he just wasn't smart enough to know he
could play with it by himself.  It didn't matter; I felt such a strong love
for him that I didn't care about anything but making him happy.  I knew he
would be happy if I played with his penis, so I was willing to do it, even
with all those horny boys watching.
	Letting both his penis go and mine, I moved up beside him and
leaned back against the pillow with him, my skinny, three inch erection now
pulsing out like his was.  I kept watching his adorable face as he grinned
at my naked body and hairless penis.  He definitely seemed delighted that I
had an erection too and I saw his eyes glancing at both his and mine in
quick succession.  Lost in love for him, I nervously moved closer to his
naked body and slowly slipped my arm around his thin, bare shoulders.  The
boy felt so smooth and warm, his body so alive against my bare arm.  He
grinned at me briefly, then returned to comparing our penises, his soft
body gently laying against the side of my chest.  He made no move to touch
my penis and I started to wish that he would desperately.
	The young boy just stood there grinning at me, his thick cock
sticking straight out from his body surrounded by baby soft, white skin.
It was such an exquisite boy cock, so excited, so innocent, so willing to
let me do anything I wanted to it.  I felt like Ian belonged to me, that
his wonderful penis and beautiful body were there for me to do with as I
wished, as if they were my very own.  I stared at his excited penis with
worship and I knew that the thing I wanted to do more than anything else
was to delight that cock, to let it feel all the wonderful pleasures it
could, to watch it exploding with orgasm.  I realized very quickly that I
wasn't really thinking of Ian as a boy.  It was his penis that was the
living thing, that needed to be loved, that needed affection.  I could
practically feel its desires, could feel it tugging at my heart as if it
were in love with me as deeply as I was in love with it.  It was almost
like the tiny slit in the boy's penis head were an eye gazing up at me,
promising all sorts of miracles if I would only help it out a little.  I
felt certain, somewhere deep inside, that Ian was just an added benefit in
the deal.  Ian wasn't very smart because he didn't need to be smart: he was
just there to support that beautiful penis.  It was his penis that was
alive and was conscious and I knew with great certainty that it wanted to
have an orgasm as badly as I wanted it to have one.
	I held the young boy's thin shoulders adoringly because he was a
very sweet youth who needed to be comforted and protected just like a real
kitten would.  His penis was different, however.  It needed deeper
affection.  Feeling its needs very acutely, I gently reached out my hand
and touched it.
	Ian giggled and his body stiffened delightedly, baby blue eyes
staring down at the hard boner between his legs with wonderment and
delight.  My fingers trembled as I felt along the throbbing skin, amazed by
how hard it was.  I could feel the pleasure in it almost as if it were
talking to me, as if all its emotions and joy were part of me.  It was very
pleasing to Ian, obviously, but his penis itself was the one who was most
happy.  It pulsed so excitedly as I rubbed my fingers down the underside,
gently rubbed across his smooth testicles again then back up the thick,
pulsing shaft, the bare, sensitive head feeling like it would squirt with
pleasure just by me touching it.
	This was a very strange experience.  I was holding to one of the
most adorable boys in the world and yet I felt like I was touching someone
else, not a penis that was part of him, but an independent penis with a
mind of its own and pleasures much deeper than any boy could feel.  It was
very exciting.
	Nervous with wonder, I gently took the boy's thick erection between
my thumb and fingers and very lovingly pulled on it.  His pink skin moved
slowly up the rock hard cock beneath and I could feel his penis practically
moaning its pleasure.  Ian giggled excitedly and I looked up at him, but I
knew he was just a slave boy, a boy who only lived to carry around that
godlike penis between his legs.  Still he looked so happy as he looked down
at his cock in my fingers and stood there eagerly letting me rub it.  He
still looked like an innocent cherub, oblivious to any guilt or shame about
what was being done to him, just enjoying the pleasure in his young body.
	I started to masturbate him with slow, loving strokes, my attention
switching back and forth from his adorable face to his excited, hairless
penis.  I could practically close my eyes and feel all the pleasure that
was filling his hard cock, but it was so much nicer to watch the happiness
and wonder filling his innocent face as I stroked him off.  Apart from the
excited movements of his slender body, the boy had not moved from the time
I had entered the room.  He just stood there leaning back against the
pillow, making no move to touch my erection or to avoid any of my caresses.
	My fingers moved rhythmically up and down on his thick, four inch
penis and I watched it with continued wonder and worship.  It was building
up its own pleasure, filling itself with joy and delight, infecting the
hairless young boy with its pleasure almost as an afterthought.  Its head
was shining purple now, reflecting the room's light like a mirror, tiny
slit gaping open from intense pressure.  Still, my fingers rubbed the skin
up and down on it with slow, rhythmic consistency.  I wasn't even squeezing
it very hard, letting its pleasure grow and grow and not forcing it to
climax any time soon.  It seemed to like that a lot and seemed to
appreciate the way I left it room to enjoy itself in my tender caresses.
	As it was reveling in its own pleasure, the naked young boy in my
arms was giggling delightedly, taking in pants of air to provide his penis
with oxygen.  I adored him even if he was mindless, and I adored the way he
stood there and adored his penis, the way he looked so happy and excited.
His small chest rose and fell in quick, short breaths, his cute boy face
still grinning down at his penis and watching me rubbing it.  I knew it
felt very good to him too and I liked seeing him looking so happy beneath
the soft, silky bangs of his blond hair.  I watched his smooth face with
fascination, amazed that he could look so innocent, so free of any fears or
problems.  He could enjoy his penis's pleasures without the slightest
hesitation and he was doing that.
	I kept gazing at him with love as I let his hard, thick cock slip
into my fist, feeling it pulsing against my palm and fingers.  I kept
rubbing it at the same speed and watched the wonderful boy's face fill with
still greater happiness and delight.  He was truly an astonishing boy to
look at and I didn't care if he never said a word.  It was just nice to
hold him, to look at him, to watch his joy at the pleasure between his
legs.
	I heard him starting to make crying noises and I could feel his
cock moaning as it prepared to release its full dose of orgasm.  The steady
tightening of his slender body didn't seem to trouble Ian in the slightest
and the innocent little boy tried to giggle through his hopeless cries of
pleasure.  Never did his eyes leave his hairless penis as his young body
started to grow tense, little muscles starting to tighten along his belly
and smooth chest, smooth, tanned skin rippling gently.  I just kept rubbing
on the penis as if I could hear it telling me that it was going to let go
soon, that it was going to have its orgasm.
	It did so with a sudden jolt that made Ian cry out in astonishment.
He sounded almost terrified as his high pitched voice grunted in quick,
startled passion.  His slender body, which had grown as straight and flat
as a board, slender boy muscles rippling all up and down it, seemed to have
electric shocks going through it as it suddenly and quite dramatically
jerked the boy.  It scarcely moved, but the jerks that ran through his hips
were so forceful and so powerful that it seemed as if his muscles were
trying to make him move violently and remain intensely still at the same
time.  It was quite beautiful to watch, though it did look like it was a
little painful.
	I suddenly felt his penis calling to me, urging me to look down at
it and I managed to look away from Ian's jerking body to gaze at his bald
erection.  I was awestruck by the beauty of his penis all over again for it
was truly exquisite in the excited pleasure of its orgasm.  It was flexing
in my small fist as if every fiber of its muscle were jerking as
tremendously as Ian's body was.  Astonishingly, their excited efforts
weren't in vain and I actually moaned in adoration for his penis as it
powerfully ejaculated thin little droplets of childish sperm.  The thin,
almost clear juice squirt out from the tiny slit of his penis head and was
launched out into the air with such strength that it landed several feet
away from the boy's jerking body.
	Even though he was still deep in orgasm and his thighs and belly
were still rippled with violently shuddering muscles, I could feel the
little boy's slender legs starting to buckle weakly.  I held tighter to his
shoulders and helped support him, still rubbing his penis in my fist, still
feeling it emptying his testicles of their precious juice, little muscles
still flexing all along his thick penis shaft.
	Kovz, it was a beautiful orgasm and I felt so happy for the boy,
for his penis, and for me to be so close to it, to feel it in his young,
naked body.  Finally, Ian's muscles stopped fighting each other and he fell
back against the pillow.  I could feel what remained of his thin sperm
trickling over my fingers as his young penis floated down into the warm
pleasure of post-orgasm and lost the strength to squirt it out as it had
been doing.  Considering how young the boy was and how thin his semen was,
it was rather astonishing that he had squirt out so much.  It wasn't a lot,
mind you, not like some of the older boys could ejaculate, but it was a lot
for an eleven year old boy to squirt out only a few droplets at a time.  I
wished that I had known that his penis was mature enough to have sperm so
that I would have known to suck on it.  As it was, I had to settle for the
final, thin trails that trickled over my fingers.  These I licked off
happily, filled with the sweet taste of his prepubescent seed.
	Ian felt totally exhausted against my arm, but he was grinning from
ear to ear, happier than any boy I had ever seen before.  His penis was
still sticking out between his legs, but his erection had weakened enough
that his penis head lost its shine and grew more brown again.  As I licked
his sperm from my fingers, I watched his thick young cock slowly begin to
soften.  Without effort, I could sense the warm, satisfied contentment in
his penis, as if it had fought a great battle and emerged victorious.
Greatly embarrassed, I remembered the horny boys watching us and nervously
forced myself to lower my fingers from my mouth. I looked at Ian and the
happy boy grinned at me delightedly.  He looked like he was in love with me
for a moment, but it mostly looked like he was just so happy himself.  He
tried to stand up and take a step, but his baby soft, hairless legs were
too spent to let him.  They buckled and the naked boy tumbled to the soft,
springy floor with me awkwardly trying to catch him.
	As I crouched down beside him and took hold of his thin shoulders,
I suddenly realized that there was an argument going on outside our my
glass enclosure.  I looked up and heard Robby, Roger and some of the other
boys arguing about whose fault it was.  I didn't understand.  As my eyes
looked around their room, I could see that most of the boys had reclaimed
their clothing and that almost all of them showed signs of what they'd been
doing while I was so engrossed by Ian and his penis: wet spots in their
shorts and/or streaks of sperm across their bare chests and bellies.
	"It doesn't count anymore," Roger was insisting to one of the older
boys.
	"Oh, right," the boy shook his head.  "You're going to tell a
Guardian that the laws don't count anymore.  Right."
	"He doesn't remember them anymore," Roger countered.
	"Yeah, but the other ones do."
	"You have to find us a new Kitten," Robby finally said, looking
cute as his young finger pointed at Roger.  Robby was always adorable when
he tried to sound tough.  Nonetheless, he turned from the room followed by
the older boys and Roger stood there looking glum.
	I didn't understand or care what they were talking about.  I just
wanted to make sure Ian was okay and share his beauty with him.  My penis
was still very much erect and I wondered if there was some way for me to
get the innocent slave boy to play with me.  I doubted it: he was too
stupid to masturbate himself, how would he know to do it to me?
Nonetheless, I rolled the naked boy over and held him in my arms.
	He grinned up at me, his face filled with innocent happiness, and I
held his thin shoulders and let his slender back rest in my lap.  He was so
adorable and I felt my hands lovingly start to stroke his baby soft chest
and body.  His penis was limp now and lay back on his smooth, hairless
belly, rolling gently when the boy moved.  It seemed like a normal penis
now, but I could still sense its presence.  Almost as if it was just
relaxing for now or was off doing other things and leaving its innocent
servant alone.
	Ian just laid there in happy, ignorant bliss.  He seemed to like
having me caress his naked body and I liked doing it so I held him and
petted him and loved him.  He was so like a kitten or a small puppy, but he
didn't seem as energetic.  Instead, he just seemed to want to curl up and
be petted.  It was very nice and I loved him in a way very different from
the other boys.  I held his shoulders and my hand rubbed up and down on his
chest and belly.  The little boy seemed to like that.
	I heard the door to the room being unlocked behind me and my hand
slipped from Ian's bare chest.  The naked boy didn't move, however, just
lay there smiling up at me as if waiting patiently for me to pet him some
more.  The door opened and Roger crawled through the opening.
	"Here," he said, tossing me my shorts and T-shirt.
	I crawled out from under Ian, embarrassed by my throbbing boyhood,
and started to get dressed.  The naked boy with me just lay there smiling,
which seemed an odd thing to do.  Nonetheless, he looked so adorable with
his bald penis laying happy and innocent between his legs, still without a
care in the world.
	"That wasn't very nice, Roger," I said angrily when I had pulled my
tight shorts over my penis again.
	Roger shrugged.  "What are you complaining about?  You're the one
who gets to keep our Kitten.  "
	This confused me and I thought about it as I wiggled my skinny arms
into my T-shirt.  "What do you mean 'keep him'?" I asked, pulling the hem
of the shirt down my belly.
	"Just that," Roger sighed.  "If a Kitten squirts his first sperm
for a boy, it means he loves him.  That means you get to keep him."
	"Huh?" I said, altogether confused.
	"Just take him, Kely.  Trust me, it's better that way.  Otherwise
he'll start crying all the time."
	"Why?" I asked, in my typical, twelve year old way.
	"Because he'll miss you if you don't take care of him," Roger
sighed again, looking a little bit annoyed by my ignorance.
	I paused for a moment.  "You mean take him back to the palace with
me?"
	"Yeah.  Gees, what are you?  Stupid or something?"
	I started to reach for Ian, but then paused again.  "I don't know
how to take care of a Kitten," I said.
	"Kely, it's no big deal.  Just feed him and make him take a bath
from time to time.  You can do that can't you?"
	I shrugged.  "I guess so.  What about..."
	"Look, just take him.  If you have any problems, just ask Calvin.
Okay?"
	"Okay," I said uncertainly.  I wished Roger wasn't so angry with
me.  My penis was still throbbing and I wanted him to play with it, but he
was no more interested in little boys now than he was before.
	"I got some things I've got to do," he said, starting towards the
door.  "I'll see you later."
	"Bye," I said, my eyes looking after him for a long time.  He was
so cute.  I wished I was older so he would like me as much as I liked him.
Instead, I sighed and turned back to Ian.  The adorable, naked boy was
still laying on the floor smiling at me without a care in the world.  He
was so cute and looked so happy that I couldn't be unhappy about Roger for
very long.  "Come on," I smiled at him.  "I guess we can go home."
	I started toward the door, but the boy just laid there looking at
me.  "Come on, Ian," I said, motioning for him to follow me.  Still no
response.  He lifted his arms and reached out to me, the smooth, bare skin
of his underarms paling against his tanned chest and legs.  "What?" I
grinned at him, delighted by his beauty and innocence, some part of me
hoping he wanted to suck on my penis or something.  I walked over to him
and the naked boy sat up, his hands taking hold of my wrists and pulling me
down onto the floor.  I sat down cross legged, confused but hopeful, and
watched the adorable, naked boy turn and sit his little butt down on my
lap.  Instantly his baby soft body curled up against my chest, his blond
hair gently rubbing across my cheek.  It was the most natural thing in the
world to take hold of him and I found myself instinctively petting him, my
hands rhythmically rubbing across his chest and down his sides.  He rested
his head on my shoulder, smiling with happy warmth and contentment.  I sat
there feeling his body for a long while thinking how odd this was.  He was
the same size as me and yet he was sitting on my lap like a little puppy.
Still, it was nice to pet him and my hands rubbed his smooth, boyish skin
adoringly.
	After a while of this, I remembered that the boy had a very nice
penis and I nervously let my fingers work their way down to it.  They could
feel the baby soft, hairless skin surrounding it and then gently reached
out and took hold of it.  The boy didn't have an erection and he didn't
flinch or anything as I took hold of him, but he giggled against my neck
and snuggled in closer and happier.  His hairless penis felt so big in my
young hand but very nice as well and I enjoyed holding it and caressing it.
No more so than Ian did, of course.  He never actually purred, but his
breathing became very smooth and regular, almost as if he were going to
fall asleep in my arms.
	His own slender arms wrapped lovingly around my thin shoulders and
he held loosely to me and allowed me to fondle him without the slightest
embarrassment or discomfort.  It was really quite pleasant.  His limp penis
felt nice and smooth and the hairless skin of his scrotum and belly were
very nice to touch.
	After several minutes of just feeling the boy's hairless penis and
petting his smooth, bare chest, I realized that he was indeed failing
asleep.  I gave him a shake and he woke up with a brief look of confusion
and uncertainty.  When he saw that he was safely in my arms and that I was
still holding his penis, he started to snuggle back in against me, but I
didn't let him.
	"Come on," I grinned, delighted by the adorable boy.  "Let's go
home." He looked totally confused and a little worried as I made him crawl
off my lap, but smiled boyishly again when I stood up and pulled his hand
up after me.  He stood up with a happy grin and watched me intently as if
eager to do whatever I wanted him to do.  I laughed into his adorable face
for a moment then couldn't help but tousle his silky blond hair the way the
older boys always did to mine.  Ian was so sweet.
	I held his hand and his hairless young penis dangled on his pretty
testicles as I led him out of the room and back into the hall.  I looked
around for something for the naked boy to wear, but found nothing and
didn't see a single soul as I led him to the front door of the mansion.  He
walked beside me with his big hand in mine, as happy and carefree as any
boy could be.  Never once did he give the slightest sign of fear or
embarrassment as I led him out into the warm sunshine, his hairless penis
and body as naked as a newborn.  The skin between his legs was so pale that
I was certain the boy didn't spend much time outdoors naked, but he gave no
sign that it mattered to him in the slightest so I didn't let it worry me
either.  A lot of boys were naked on Potus Island all the time.  Apart from
his extreme beauty, Ian would hardly be noticed.
	I took him to the taxi stand and we boarded the next carriage
headed toward the palace.  Three boys from Red House shared the ride and
they were all abuzz about the beautiful, naked boy snuggling up against me
and letting me, even urging me, to fondle the hairless penis between his
legs.  This embarrassed me to no end, but Ian enjoyed it and so did I so I
just swallowed my embarrassment and let him fall asleep curled up against
me, my fingers gently petting his hairless boyhood.
	If any boy petted my penis the way I did Ian's I would have had an
instant erection.  Ian didn't get one however.  It seemed as if he didn't
care if he got one or not.  He liked having his penis felt, that was
obvious, but he didn't seem to care about sex per se.  It was an odd thing,
but the dispassionate pleasure he got from being petted, even having his
penis petted, was intensely endearing to me.  By the time we'd reached the
palace, I adored him so much that I hardly knew how to deal with it.  My
own penis had scarcely lost any of its desires, but I didn't seem to care
if it was freed of those desires by this boy or another one.  I just
enjoyed being with Ian, of holding him, of comforting him, of having him
adore me.  It was all quite different from any other boy I'd been with.
	THAT was the key: Ian adored me.  He didn't want sex with me, he
didn't want me to be something, he didn't even care what I looked like.  He
just adored me.  As we rode in that carriage, his baby soft, naked body
curled up against mine, my hand gently caressing his hairless young penis,
I knew that he wanted nothing more from me than to have me love him; I knew
also that, despite the erection in my shorts, all I wanted from him was to
be allowed to hold him, to comfort him, to protect him, to make him happy.
By the time we'd reached the palace, I loved him so much that I wished all
the world would go away and let he and I just love each other.
	We left the boys of Red on the carriage and walked through the
garden toward the palace.  Never had I imagined that Ian could have such
energy.  With a huge, delighted smile on his face, the boy ran out ahead of
me, off to the right, off to the left, off somewhere... I knew not where.
His slender, naked body darted in and out amongst the hedges and statues
and fountains, his blond head turning and looking so quickly it seemed as
if he wanted to see everything at the same time.  Every time he disappeared
from my sight, I feared that he had run away and that some other boy would
take him home with them, but every time my fear started to get very
pronounced, Ian would reappear, beautiful and delighted, skipping or
jogging, thick, hairless boyhood dangling and bouncing, back to me.  He
looked so happy, so thoroughly happy, that I never for a moment thought to
stop him.
	This went on for only a short while, however.  Soon, the childish
fascination of my little friend had infected me and I was doing like he was
doing: rushing about, hiding, spying, exploring.  At one point in this
game, Ian had come to the place that I should have been and not found me.
He stood there in all his naked excellence and I stood watching him from
behind a hedge.  I had thought that it would introduce a fun game of hide
and seek, but the eleven year old boy ended up standing there in stark
terror, the most emotion I had ever seen from him.  His blond head darted
left and right and his adorable face looked ready to scream in fear.  I was
so astonished to see emotions of such depth in him, that for a moment I
just stood there and didn't move.  I had started to think that Ian was
totally independent and that he didn't need me much at all.  Now, I was
seeing real fear and loneliness in him.  Astonishing.
	Fearing that he would start to scream or make some other frightful
scene, I stepped out from the hedge and called his name.  Instantly his
head turned to me, filled with all the fear and terror I had been watching.
As soon as his eyes landed on me, however, his adorable face lit up.  The
fear and terror disappeared so totally that it was obvious he had forgotten
even the memory of it.  His beautiful naked body ran over to e giggling and
filled with joy, launching himself into my arms, hugging me, oblivious to
the hairless penis rubbing against my shorts and thighs.
	He was, without doubt, a strange boy to me.  There was something so
incredibly beautiful about him, however, and it was something that ran far
deeper than the beauty of his face and body, far deeper than the strange
power his penis had evoked over him if only for awhile.  I adored Ian in a
way wholly different from the way I loved Kelly, or Eric, or Erin, or
Bobby.  I don't mean to claim that it was any greater or that it was any
less, it was just different.  The uniqueness of my love for him made it
seem very special.
	The naked young boy and I did play hide and seek after that, but I
was always careful not to let his seeking take too long.  It was okay for
him, it seemed, to disappear for long periods of time, but the boy plainly
could not handle it if I did.  Gradually, we made our way to the palace.
	When we finally stepped into the palace entry, Ian was still filled
with buoyant energy and he scurried into it and was instantly fascinated by
everything he saw.  I adored his curiosity and his excitement and had no
desire to get him to slow down in the slightest.  Still, there was some
part of me that wished I could do what he was doing.  Ian needed me to be
solid and reliable, however, so I fought down the urge.  Instead, I let the
naked boy do whatever his curiosity led him to do as I guided us slowly and
without any ulterior motive, toward my room.
	Only once did we encounter someone and it was my misfortune that it
ended up being Randy Amsted.  Not that I didn't adore Randy as I always
had, it's just that he was instantly attracted to my young friend and, as
was always Randy's wont, instantly set about trying to seduce him, to
include grabbing the frightened little boy's penis.
	I arrived just in time and felt Ian quickly curl up against me.
	"Oh, man," Randy sighed shaking his head, a big smile on his face.
He was wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy underpants, leaving his
big penis evident and his smooth, beautiful body bare.  "How do you get all
the luck, Kelvin?" he asked.
	I swallowed nervously.  "What do you mean?" I asked, my hand gently
stroking the naked boy in my arms reassuringly.
	"How did you get a Kitten?" Randy laughed.  "Kovz, you're just a
little kid yourself
	I stood there, holding Ian's pretty body in my arms, and tried to
think up an answer.  It didn't matter, however: Randy saved me by shaking
his head and walking passed me and my trembling little boy.
	That was all.  No one else appeared to challenge or distract us.
With Randy gone, Ian gradually disentangled himself from me and was again
lost In play and excitement as he explored the palace.  He had forgotten
all about Randy or his uncertainty as soon as Randy was gone.  It was most
odd.
	When I got to my door, I opened it and waited for Ian to notice.
It didn't take long: the boy's eyes turned to me every few seconds,
verifying that I was still there.  When he saw that I had opened a door to
a room, he giggled and quickly darted into it, my eyes watching his
slender, naked body in adoration, and the young penis bouncing between his
legs with love.  I followed the lovely boy into the room and closed the
door.
	He was instantly fascinated by everything, of course, so I let him
be: it was his new home, apparently, so I let him get the feel of it.  As
if by instinct, his naked body darted instantly to the bedroom first and I
slowly followed behind him.  Just as I was entering it, however, he slipped
passed me and went to explore the bathroom, the kitchen, whatever a boy
that age might find interest in.  I was well accustomed to my apartment by
this time, of course, so I just sighed and went to the bed.
	I laid down and interlaced my fingers behind my head, staring up at
the ceiling and trying to understand what the addition of this new "pet"
meant to my life.  It was a strange thing for a boy my age.  I had, with
little doubt, one of the most beautiful boys on the entire island living
with me, but he was also a boy with, at best, a limited intelligence.  He
was sweet, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't talk to him the way I did
Kelly, or share things with him the way I did Tod.  He wasn't an animal in
the classic sense of the word, but he was still something other than
normal.  He wasn't what I'd imagined in my ideal image of a boyfriend.
	Nonetheless, he was pretty and he had no faults.  I loved him even
if I couldn't talk to him and I felt a strange happiness and contentment in
my heart that he was, apparently, going to be sharing my home with me.  It
was all very confusing, but it was nice.
	After a few minutes, the naked boy popped into my doorway.  At
first, he looked frightened and unsure, but, when he saw me lying there,
his face returned to the gentle, adorable smile I was quickly growing
accustomed to.  He stood there for a brief moment grinning at me, then,
without any invitation spoken or considered, he casually strolled to the
bed, jumped up onto it, and crawled over to lay with me.  His soft, slender
arm lay across my belly and the young boy pressed his naked penis against
my hip, laying his head on my chest and curling up against me again, as if
totally ready and willing to fall asleep beside me.
	He was so pretty and so sweet, that I wrapped my arm about his thin
shoulders again and held him adoringly, My penis, which had begun to soften
with the weight of my responsibilities for this young Kitten, flared up
again as I touched his smooth, baby soft skin.  I loved him so much, but I
had no idea how to know what he wanted or if he, indeed, wanted anything.
He was lovely enough that I felt totally willing just to caress him and
feel him, and I did so with all the love that I felt for him.  It felt nice
just holding him against my body, but I was starting to feel very horny and
I desired the feel of his smooth, warm skin against mine.  Uncertainly, I
sat up and peeled the T-shirt from my skinny body.
	When I sat up, Ian looked confused and worried, but when I lay back
down again, bare chested, the boy just smiled and returned to his former
position, arm laying across my belly, smooth cheek laying on my now bare
chest.  With a shirt or without; the boy didn't seem the slightest bit
changed by the clothes I wore or didn't wear.  I was changed however.  Now
I could feel his small, baby soft chest pressed against my bare skin and I
adored that contact so much that I was changed without reservation.  I
still held the boy in my arms, still rubbed his back and body as he
snuggled against me.  It was just more pleasant than it had been before.
	I stroked his yellow hair and looked down at the face laying on my
chest, down across the baby soft cheeks, through the long, black eyelashes.
Ian was adorable.  Although it was nice to pet him, I could see the little
mound of my erection very clearly in my shorts and felt eager to relieve
it.  Gently I made the boy sit up again and crawled off the bed.  I peeled
the tight fabric down from my hips and let my penis feel the cool air as it
stuck straight out pulsing as excitedly as ever.  When I turned around, Ian
was standing in the doorway, turned back and looking at me expectantly, as
if he thought we were going someplace.
	"No, we're not going anywhere," I said, blushing with my naked
little penis.  I crawled back over on the bed, but the young boy just stood
there in confusion, blond head tilted to the side, pretty blue eyes looking
at my face as if my hairless erection meant nothing to him.  I sat down on
my legs and looked down at it throbbing,,, the little head shining in
pretty purple passion.  Ian was still just standing there when I looked up.
	Kovz, he was a lovely boy.  Turned as he was, I could see his
round, baby soft, white bottom and the dark tan lines on his lower back and
upper thighs.  Although I wasn't the type of boy who frequently liked to
stick my penis in another boy's butt, it seemed like a wonderful thing to
do and I wondered if Ian would let me.
	"Come here, boy," I heard my childish voice saying as if calling to
a puppy.  "Come on."
	Ian's adorable face suddenly broke into a grin and his body, in all
its magnificent beauty, half-skipped to the bed, thick young penis bouncing
up and down against his hairless belly.  He jumped up on the bed and
crawled over to me, instantly lowering his baby soft shoulder and pressing
it against my skinny, bare chest.  I held him happily and gently rubbed
down his back.  His blond hair rubbed against my shoulder and chest and I
panted softly with pleasure.
	I realized that my stiff erection was pointing straight up at the
boy's face.  If only he lowered his head a little bit...
	"Suck on it, Ian," I panted excitedly, gently pressing down on the
boy's back and feeling his hair rubbing lower on my chest.  The boy seemed
totally confused, but he didn't struggle in the slightest.  I let out a cry
of delight as the shiny head of my penis felt the boy's smooth face rub
against it.  His cheek was delightful, but the boy didn't seem to
understand what I wanted him to do. "Suck it, Ian," I begged him, trying to
maneuver his mouth to my boy cock.
	When all I succeeded in doing was rubbing my penis against his
face, I gently lifted his shoulders and the adorable boy looked at me in
confusion.  "You're a good boy," I assured him, petting his baby soft
chest.  "Here." I managed to get the boy to move into a better position and
I gently reached out my finger and pressed it against his lips.  "Suck," I
said.  "Suck." I pressed my finger between his lips and felt the warm slime
of his mouth and tongue covering it.  It felt so nice and I was even more
eager to feel my penis in there.
	"Okay?" I said.  "Understand?" The boy was smiling and he seemed to
like sucking on my finger, but I had better things in mind.  "Now do it to
my penis," I said, taking hold of the round balls of his shoulders and
guiding his face back down between my legs.  As he neared it, I took hold
of his head and carefully guided his mouth to my tense erection.  I cried
delightedly as I felt my penis head touch his lips and gently pressed his
head downward.  "Oohhhhhh!" I moaned happily as I felt it slipping into his
warm, slimy mouth.
	The boy giggled a little as I guided his blond head lower, felt his
slimy mouth swallowing all of my penis until his warm lips were pressed
against the soft, hairless skin between my legs.  "Good boy," I moaned,
holding his head in place with one hand and stroking his baby soft back
with the other.  Instinctively, the young boy started to suck on my
erection and I moaned adoring the wonderful pleasure between my legs.
	My legs were starting to ache beneath my body and I knew I had to
move them soon.  I worried about letting the boy's mouth leave my penis,
but, having little choice, I awkwardly pulled my legs out.  His adorable
face instantly slipped from my body and he sat there smiling and watching
as I laid down on the bed.  "Good boy," I smiled at him, glancing excitedly
at the glistening coat of his saliva on my hairless little penis.  As soon
as I was comfortable, I took hold of the boy's shoulders and tried to guide
him back between my legs.  The naked boy tried to snuggle up against me
again, but I stopped him.  "No, Ian," I panted.  He didn't seem to mind in
the least as I guided his mouth back between my legs and he was smiling
down at it throbbing and glowing red with excitement.  Just as his face
reached it, the wonderful boy opened his lips and swallowed my three inch
boyhood happily.  "Good boy," I moaned, petting his bare shoulders and
staring at the slimy lips pressing against my hairless pubic mound, my cock
invisible inside his mouth.  I could feel his tongue rubbing against my
sensitive penis head and I moaned my pleasure very loudly, continuing to
encourage him with promises that he was a good boy.
	When the slime and warmth of his boyish mouth had brought me to the
wondrous brink of my orgasm, I cried out, my skinny, naked body stiffening
with frantic, delighted boy muscles.  "Yes, Ian!" I cried, "You're such a
good boy!" Instantly my hips started to buck with gentle, persistent jerks,
my stiff little erection flexing in childish efforts to ejaculate.  I
wished again that I had sperm so I could let the little boy taste it, but I
would have to wait and share that pleasure when I was an older boy.
	I continued petting the boy's baby soft back and silky blond hair
as I felt the tension of orgasm slip from my young muscles.  The nice thing
about being a prepubescent boy and not having sperm is that my erection
didn't soften like older boys' penises did, and Ian, who seemed to like
sucking on it a lot, just sat there sucking away on it, his pretty lips
smiling against my hairless body, my penis sticking up into his mouth.
Although it wasn't the same as orgasm, it was a very pleasant feeling and
the boy's mouth felt so warm and slimy that I didn't rush him at all.  I
would have been quite intent to lay there and let him suck my boyhood all
day.
	I suddenly felt like someone else had entered the room and I looked
around in embarrassment.  No one was there, however, and for a moment my
attention returned to the beautiful naked boy.  His body looked so soft and
smooth, so perfectly beautiful.  "Ian," I said softly, still petting his
back.  The boy's mouth slipped from my slimy penis and he grinned at me, a
thin trail of saliva trickling down his chin.  I smiled at him with all my
adoration and reached out my arms for him.  Immediately, his naked body
crawled onto mine, the happy boy giggling as I marveled at the incredible
softness of his firm little chest laying on mine.  It was also wonderful
when I felt his thick, hairless penis rub against my slimy little boyhood.
His cock felt so big to me and it was very nice.  It wasn't as big as a lot
of boys had, but it was big for his small, slender body.  It's thick,
rubbery softness, and hairless smoothness were equally pleasant against my
little erection.
	I wrapped my arms around his body and gently rubbed them up and
down on his smooth shoulders.  I could feel the hard ridges of his shoulder
blades and the small, softer muscles of his young back.  The boy was
beautiful.  Ian laid his head down on my shoulder, smiling happily, letting
me caress his soft skin.
	After a few minutes, the naked young boy crawled off me and laid
beside me, arm draped across my skinny little chest, big, rubbery penis
pressed against my hip.  As my fingers gently stroked his hair, I gazed at
his penis, looking so smooth and pale against my leg.  He seemed to be
going to sleep, his smooth cheek laying on my chest, and I just sat there
and let him.  Knowing how much he liked having his penis fondled, I reached
down and held it, my fingers feeling around all the hairless skin
surrounding it and the thick skin that protected his testicles.  It felt
great against my fingers and Ian sighed happily, as if in perfect bliss.
	Again I had the strange feeling that someone was watching us, but
again there was no one in the room so I just lay there fondling my little
Kitten and enjoying his happy napping.  He was such a strange boy, so
different from anyone else I'd known.  I knew that he was going to be a
great responsibility and wondered if he was always going to be afraid to be
away from me.  That could have a real effect on my love life with other
boys.  I supposed that it didn't matter too much: he was such a wonderful
boy and so adorable that I could do far worse.  I smiled down at his blond
hair, felt my fingers stroking lightly in the warm, hairless crevice
between his testicles and thigh, gently touched the smooth, hairless skin
at the base of his thick penis shaft.  I adored him so much.
	I heard someone knocking on the door to my apartment at the same
instant that I realized that Ian's penis was back.  The young, hairless
cock began stiffening against my fingers and I could feel it as if it were
someone stretching out, yawning, coming back to life.  I smiled down at the
young boyhood and nervously prayed that whoever was knocking on the door
would go away.  There was little chance of that, however, I had forgotten
to lock the door and, in the palace, an unlocked door was as much an
invitation as an open door.  I held to my little boy's shoulders, and
forced my loving fingers away from his young, stiffening boyhood as the
front door flew open and the excited giggles of a half dozen boys filled
the suite.
	The boys were so eager to see my Kitten that they were at the
bedroom door in no time, politely falling silent when they saw me with my
finger against my lips.  They looked cute, all six of them dressed in
matching, baby blue slacks and dark blue blazers.  They were all very cute.
	Ian wiggled uncomfortably in his sleep and pressed his big erection
against my leg, his soft, naked body snuggling closer to me.  I lovingly
stroked his back, and the young boy didn't wake up.  His penis, however,
was very much awake and I could feel it throbbing against my body, urging
me to give it affection.  I wasn't likely to be that cooperative with the
six young boys standing there gazing in at us from the bedroom door.
Prince Randy had brought Princes Craig, Kelly and Guy with him as well as
Guardian Terry and an adorable young boy I didn't know.  They had all
entered with big grins on their faces, but the grins slowly slipped into
adoring smiles and they stepped very quietly into the room.
	I was pretty embarrassed, my little penis still naked and slimy and
Ian's erection pulsing excitedly against me, but I was so proud of the
young Kitten curled up against me and it was obvious that all of the boys,
including the stranger, were jealous of me.  I liked showing him off and,
as far as my embarrassment goes, I had slept with four of the six boys on
more than one occasion; Guy and the stranger were the only ones who hadn't
intimately known my naked penis.
	"He's beautiful, Kely," Terry smiled, his smooth cheeks blushing.
He sat down on the bed beside Ian and his big hand gently started petting
the boy's smooth, bare thigh.  I was afraid that he would wake my pet, but
Ian just smiled and snuggled closer to me.  The other boys crowded closer
too, except for Guy who stood back toward the door, not smiling, his young,
innocent face gazing at our hairless, naked bodies on the bed.  He looked
pretty infatuated.
	Terry seemed to understand Kittens pretty well because he smiled as
he let his hand slip over Ian's thigh to gently hold his throbbing penis.
He was still blushing, but he was smiling as he saw the happy smile on the
boy's face growing bigger in his sleep, felt him innocently rolling to the
side so his penis could be fondled more easily.
	I looked at Kelly, worried that my dearest lover would be angry
with me, but he was grinning ear to ear, a grin that didn't falter as he
looked at me.  Perhaps he just knew that I would be more than willing to
share the Kitten with him, but it felt to me like he was just happy for me.
	"Okay, boys," Calvin said to the adoring pubescents surrounding the
bed, the boys parting as he entered the room and came over to us.  He was
smiling with the same knowing smile he always had when he saw little boys
naked together.  He looked at me, grinned and shook his head.  "Kely,
you're having a hell of a time this go around, aren't you?"
	I didn't know what he was talking about and felt my face flush in
embarrassment.  I could feel the naked, little boy in my arms waking up.
He lifted his soft blond hair and smooth cheek from my small chest and
looked around, momentarily confused by the boys surrounding us.  When he
looked at me, however, he smiled, then his head turned down to see who was
fondling his erection.  An adorable smile filled his face and the sweet
young boy smiled up at Terry happily.  Although he seemed to like what
Terry was doing, he just turned back to me, wrapped his skinny arm around
my body again and seemed all ready to curl up and go back to sleep.
	"How sweet," Terry smiled, his big hand still holding Ian's thick,
hairless erection while the other reached out and rubbed down the boy's
ribs.
	Calvin smiled down at us with... not adoration so much as
happiness.  "Sorry, Kely: but, it's Kalki Night.  We've got about ten
minutes to get down to the state dinner."
	In my pleasure at finding my little Kitten, I had forgotten all
about the evening's celebrations.  I had my celebration already, curling up
and snoozing against my bare chest.  "But..." I said, blushing brightly as
I nodded down at Ian's erection.
	Calvin grinned.  "Don't worry about it, Kely.  It'll like it more
if you wait awhile.  Besides, Kittens are always ready.  Come on."
	I sat up which reawakened Ian.  The naked boy sat there uncertainly
as I sat up on the edge of the bed.  I knew the other boys were watching
me, but I knew they were watching with affection, if not interest, so I
didn't worry too much about it.  "He doesn't have anything to wear."
	"Come on, Kely," Terry sighed, smiling and blushing.  "You're not
going to make a Kitten wear clothes are you?  They hate that."
	"But it's a state dinner..." I said, knowing that the rules were
very clear: everybody wore suits.
	Calvin shook his head and smiled.  "If you want him to wear
clothes, Kely, he can wear yours.  You guys are about the same size."
	"In some places," Randy said, making the other boys giggle and me
blush, embarrassed again by my hairless little penis, looking even smaller
compared to Ian's big, four inch erection.
	"But," Calvin continued, politely ignoring the little pubescent
boy's teasing, "Kittens don't have to follow the rules.  He can do whatever
you let him.  Now!" he said, turning to the other boys.  "You guys get out
of here.  You can see the Kitten later."
	"Come on, Calvin, please," Craig said in mock agony, the adorable
boy blushing and eager to stay and play with Ian and 1.
	"Out!" Calvin ordered, though his face belied any anger he might
try to feign.
	"I'm a prince," Craig said, joining the other boys in being herded
out of the bedroom.
	"Yes, with a bald penis," Calvin teased the little pubescent.
	Soon, all the boys were out of the room and Calvin politely closed
the door behind them leaving me alone with my pet boy.  Ian lay on the bed
with his head lifted.  He looked confused, but when I turned to look at
him, he smiled.  His adorable, naked body sat up and he crawled over to me,
obviously ready to curl up on my lap and get petted some more.  The penis
between his legs, however, was sticking out straight and frantic and I
could feel its less innocent desires.
	I let the naked boy crawl beneath my arm but didn't let him crawl
on my lap.  Instead, he had to sit down beside me, my arm wrapped lovingly
around his thin shoulders.
	I thought about everything I'd heard and wasn't sure what I should
do.  Parading a boy like Ian around naked seemed a little like bragging to
me and it didn't seem like the right thing to do, but Terry had said that
kittens didn't like being, dressed.  I don't know if I was trying to be
nice to Ian or if I just wanted to show him off and let the other boys be
jealous.  At any rate, I decided to let him be naked.  He seemed to like it
even if his hairless penis was erect and throbbing, advertising his desires
to everyone.
	The adorable cherub sat watching in bewilderment as I left him to
get dressed.  He didn't stand up, but his long blond hair was tossed from
side to side as his head turned to follow me wherever I went.  There was a
large part of me that just wanted to take him in my arms and let him feel
the pleasure between his legs again, but I was also eager to take him in
front of all the noble boys of Kovzland.
	Soon, I was dressed in the same slacks and blazer that the other
boys had been wearing, with a crisp white shirt beneath and a black bow
tie.  It was a clip on and I thought it looked dorkey, but it was the same
thing that everyone else wore.  "Come on, Ian," I smiled at him as I went
to the bedroom door.  The boy hadn't moved by the time I reached it and
still sat on the bed naked, his small, thick penis frantically excited, his
adorable, innocent face looking up at me with uncertainty and fear.
	"Come on, boy," I urged him again, slapping my thigh through my
slacks.  Instantly the boy's face lit up and he scurried across the room to
follow me out through the living room and into the hallway.  He stood very
close to me as we braved into the unknown corridors of the palace, but, as
we walked farther and farther toward the state dining room, the boy started
to move farther and farther away from me.  This made me nervous, just as it
had in the garden, but, like in the garden, Ian always remained in eye shot
or, when he didn't, he frequently returned to make sure I was still with
him.  The beauty of his naked body and his attachment for me made me blush,
but they made me feel very good inside, too.
	When I reached the entry to the state dining room, Ian was far
behind exploring all the statues and paintings of the ball room.  He seemed
oblivious to me when I turned to find him, his curiosity guiding him around
a statue of a naked boy on a pedestal.  The statue was beautiful (it was
Calvin at age thirteen) but Ian seemed more Curious about the floor
surrounding the pedestal.  I wondered, oddly, if the boy was going to
urinate around it or something, to leave his scent, though I had no idea
why any boy would do that.  It wasn't likely anyway: the boy had an
erection as stiff and throbbing as it had been before.  It gave no sign of
letting up.  Still, Ian just kept exploring around like a curious little
puppy, oblivious to the straight, hairless young penis between his legs.
	"Ian," I called, the boy's adorable face instantly turning to me
filled with delight to have his name called.  "Come here, boy." He looked
happy as he ran across the large room to me, his penis so hard that it
scarcely moved save for moving from side to side with the long strides of
his smooth legs.  He stopped in front of me, looking into my face with his
eyes wide, smiling, eager to do whatever I wanted him to do.
	I smiled at how sweet he was and put my arm around his bare
shoulder, the boy instantly relaxing in my arms.  "You're such a good boy,"
I assured him, then pushed the door to the dining room open and walked in.
We were the last to arrive apart from the Royal Family and four dozen other
boys sat giggling and chatting around the long, formal table.  The room
didn't fall silent when I brought my naked Kitten in, but more than one boy
pointed him out to the others and they all giggled and whispered to each
other.  I blushed in embarrassment and half-wished I'd dressed the pretty
child.  Still, Matthew Bush, president of Baby Blue, was grinning at Ian
and I and motioning for us to take the chair next to him.  There was
another chair next to that one so my kitten and I could sit together and
Sandy Ricks was sitting next to it: a good, safe place for Ian to sit.
	Ian's adorable face was positively aglow with excitement, his blond
head darting from place to place as if eager to see everything at once.  He
slipped from me and stood with delight as I left him and went to sit beside
Matthew.  The little boy beside me didn't say anything to me in greeting:
he was too busy giggling and blushing at my naked boy to bother.  Matthew
was a prepubescent boy and wasn't a terribly horny one.  He liked boy's
playing with his penis, but, if they didn't, it didn't make him sexually
frustrated or anything.  He was giggling because Ian looked so silly in his
boyish exuberance, the stiff, hairless erection between his smooth thighs
belying his otherwise innocent appearance,
	"May the Royal Family enter now, Guardian?" Garrick asked me, the
blush and smile on his face showing that he wasn't really upset with me.
	"Ian!  " I hissed at the boy, embarrassed when all the boys laughed
at me.  He was still just sanding there looking at everybody and
everything, hardly appropriate behavior for the Royal Family's grand
entrance.  He didn't even seem to have heard me call his name.
	"It's okay, Kely," Guardian Rick grinned.  "You can let him be."
	"Boys of Kovzland," Garrick said, standing and smiling at my
embarrassment and the naked little boy's delight.  The rest of us
obediently stood up, which seemed to be enough to snap Ian out of his
reverie.  He apparently caught sight of something over by the window
because he innocently skipped over to it, stiff penis looking as hard as
rock.  "The Royal Family.  The Prince of White... His Royal Highness,
Prince Kelly..."
	Kelly entered with a gold tiara around his blond hair, looking
solemn at first, but grinning when he saw the naked boy looking out the
window.  The little prince walked to his small throne, his eyes leaving Ian
just long enough to grin and blush at me through his teeth.
	Ian, apparently getting bored with whatever he'd seen in the
garden, started exploring around the room as the rest of the introductions
were made.  I stood there in obedient embarrassment, wishing the pretty boy
wasn't so obvious to the entering princes.  None of them seemed to mind; in
fact they all seemed to enjoy Ian's boyish disrespect a great deal, more
than just them giggling a little bit at his beauty and innocence.
	By the time King Erin had made his entrance, the only boy in the
room who wasn't struggling to keep from giggling was me.  I 'just stood
there nervously and hoped Ian wouldn't do anything too embarrassing.  For
his part, Ian just continued exploring, looking at the smirking and
giggling boys from time to time with absolute delight, oblivious to any
thought they were laughing at his irreverent behavior or his stiff boyhood.
	"Boys: The Royal Family," Garrick concluded the introductions,
barely able to contain his own giggles beneath his blushes.
	There was some staggered applause, but most of the boys were just
happy to release their giggles as Erin sat down.
	"I see we have a new member of the Royal Court," Erin grinned at
me, the warmth in his eyes showing that he wasn't at all offended.  I just
blushed and looked over at Ian.
	"Ian!" I said, my childish voice doing its best to sound angry.
The boy looked up at me, but he didn't look like he was at all worried.
"Come here, boy," I said.
	He stood there a moment, then glanced around happily at all the
boys giggling at him.  "Come on!" I repeated, more emphatically.
	"Ian," Calvin called to the boy.  Instantly, Ian's blue eyes darted
over to Cal.  "Come here, boy," he called, smacking his lips like he was
kissing someone and whistling to the naked boy. Ian's pretty face broke
into a big grin and he quickly straightened up and ran around the table to
the young man.  "That's a good boy," Calvin smiled, taking the boy beneath
his armpits and lifting him into his lap.  "Good boy," he said, smiling at
the delighted kitten as his big hands caressed the boy's bare chest and
belly until Ian giggled happily and curled up in his arms.  "Yeah, he's a
good boy," Calvin repeated to the boy, petting Ian's blond hair and letting
one of his hands slide down to grasp the boy's erection.  I swallowed in
embarrassment and jealousy as Cal's big hand pulled on the young penis and
filled Ian with thrilled giggles.
	All the boys were laughing at Ian's excited staring at his penis in
the man's hand and I felt very ashamed for him.  "Ian!" I said, drawing the
happy boy's glance.  "Come here!" Ian's pretty blue eyes looked at me for a
moment, then he giggled and looked back down at his penis.
	"It's okay, Kely," Calvin smiled.  "I'll feed him."
	I'm sure that Calvin was just trying to give me some freedom from
the boy's incessant need for attention, and had no idea how jealous I was
and how fearful I was that Ian was going to like him more than me.  At the
time, however, all I could think was that I was going to lose my kitten to
the cute, muscular young man.  Nonetheless, I was just a boy and I was
hardly going to oppose the older boy.
	So, I sat silently through dinner and ate my meal, my eyes taking
every chance they could to lift from my plate to see what Calvin was doing
to my kitten.  I didn't even talk much to Matthew, a boy I had come to love
a great deal over the previous few months.  Not that Calvin did anything
bad.  He ate his meal and let Ian eat with his hands; I probably would have
tried to force the boy to use a fork or spoon, particularly when there was
food like mashed potatoes and ice cream, both of which, along with
everything else, Ian lifted with his hands and licked from his fingers.  He
was fairly good at this and didn't get any of the food that fell from his
hands on his bare chest; still, it did fall to the floor, something that
didn't trouble Ian in the least, but embarrassed me. I thought Calvin
should be more considerate of Ian's table manners, but he didn't care any
more than Ian did.  I could hardly say anything: Ian looked so happy
shoving the food into his mouth and giggling with Calvin that it would have
made me look very childish.
	So, I sat and finished my dinner without really talking to anyone.
Mostly I stared at my plate, but I also glanced at the beautiful, happy,
naked boy in Calvin's strong arms.  When dinner and desert were finished,
the servers brought a hot towel to Calvin and the young man grinned as he
cleaned Ian's hands and around his boyish mouth, the same mouth that had
only recently sucked on my boyhood.
	I hardly paid attention as the Royal Family made their exits.  I
was so jealous I could hardly speak to anyone.  There was to be a party in
an hour, long enough for all the boys to get changed, and the rest of the
Guardians decided to go to one of the sitting rooms to talk for awhile.  I
watched Calvin casually lift my kitten in his arms and followed he and the
other boys as they went to the door to the Guardian's parlor.  He was
smiling, at the naked little boy in his arms, making silly sounds with his
lips, kissing and tickling, Ian's naked body, the adorable boy giggling
fantastically, soft body squirming madly in the older boy's strong arms.  I
followed along sadly, only partly mollified when Garrick came up beside me
and walked with me, his arm around my thin shoulders.  He didn't say
anything, but I had the strong feeling that he knew how I felt.
	All the Guardians took seats in the comfortable, plush sofas and
armchairs in the parlor.  I took one that was a little farther removed near
the window, still within easy eye sight of Calvin and Ian.  Calvin carried
the delighted boy, hairless penis still stiff between his squirming legs,
to one of the sofas and sat down with Ian on his lap.  Distantly, I knew
the older Guardians were talking about the kingdom and such inane,
political things.  All I did was watch Calvin playing with my boy.
	As he started to get more into the conversation, (he was our leader
after all) his big hands started to gently rub down the little boy's chest
and stomach, soon causing Ian to stop wiggling and squirming around so
much.  I could see the boy starting to relax, could see the happy,
contented smile on his face.  He was still laying across Calvin's lap, his
slender shoulders supported by one of the older boy's strong arms, his
pretty erection throbbing openly between his smooth thighs.  I watched as
his adorable eyes closed happily and knew my little Kitten was going to
fall asleep in Calvin's arms.
	He looked so sweet as the pleasant peace of sleep eased his baby
soft body and I watched his in adoration.  My jealousy grew even greater,
however, when Calvin's big hand casually moved between the boy's legs and
took hold of his erection.  A bigger smile came to Ian's face, but his eyes
remained closed, as if all the contact did was fill his innocent mind with
pleasant dreams.  It was so strange to see Calvin holding Ian's penis,
mostly because the older boy just kept on talking as if nothing at all were
happening.  He didn't even look down into the boy's adorable face, just sat
there holding his naked body and absently massaging his hard cock.
	If it weren't for the happy smile and rosy flush to the boy's
cheeks, as well as the way his small chest rose and fell as he breathed, I
might have thought Ian was dead because he just laid sprawled out across
the older boy's lap, his legs spread apart so the hairless beauty of his
penis was there for all to see.
	"Well, if they're going to do it," Calvin continued talking, "they
should get Jonathan involved right away." I wasn't really listening.  All
my attention was focused on Ian's erection, my own penis throbbing in
affinity, watching the older boy rhythmically squeezing and unsqueezing the
little boy's hairless cock.  Soon, I could see his forearm ripple as he
began pulling on Ian's boyhood every time he squeezed, slowly and tenderly
masturbating him.  All the while, however, the tone of his voice and the
look on his face betrayed no sign that he even knew he was doing it.  He
was very into the discussion and masturbating the boy seemed an almost
casual afterthought, like petting a puppy might be when guests were over at
the house.
	The other Guardians paid little more attention to Ian's naked body
than Calvin did, though they did smile absently at him whenever a soft, hi
pitched cry sounded from his sweet face.  I found it all to be intensely
exciting and my little boyhood throbbed delightedly in my slacks, begging
me to rub it, but I didn't.  I was so jealous and I wasn't sure which of
the boys I was most jealous of Probably Calvin: how deeply I wished I was
the one who got to masturbate Ian.  True, I'd already done it to him once,
but it had been a lot of fun and I would love to have done it again.  The
way his hairless testicles looked, moving up and down in the smooth skin
that covered his thick scrotum was enchanting and I wanted to hold that
round ball between his legs and feel its rhythmic movement.
	Several minutes passed like this before Ian's little boy cries
started to sound more intense.  He was still smiling, but his lips parted
and his chest was rising and failing with deeper breaths.  I could even see
the gentle ripples along his belly begin to tighten and the intense
hardness of his small penis head.  The slit was all ready to squirt his
thin boy juice out and his adorable face looked so happy.  He let out a
louder cry of startled pleasure and Calvin finally smiled at his
excitement.
	"What a sweet kitten," he said, his arm lifting the naked boy until
Ian's arm wrapped around his neck.  He held the boy there and kept rubbing
and squeezing his hard penis as all the guardians smiled at them.  "You're
a very lucky boy, Kely," he said, his smile slipping when he saw how
unhappy I looked.  "Is something wrong?" He kept rubbing my boy's penis all
the while and I could see Ian's young body getting stiffer with pleasure,
	I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, looking away just long
enough to get their attention off me, then back at Ian curled on Calvin's
lap, slender rib cage poking from his smooth, hairless body.
	"It's silly to make it a big ceremony, though," Rick said, causing
all the boys, Calvin included, to return to their conversation, again
ignoring the excited boy on Cal's lap.
	I just sat there, leaning forward on my chair and watching Calvin's
big hand pulling the loose skin along Ian's erection up against his small
penis head.  The little boy was whimpering pathetically, his sleeping face
buried against Calvin's neck, skinny arm holding tightly to the older boy.
I knew his penis wasn't going to wait too much longer for orgasm.  For a
brief moment, I thought about warning Calvin that the boy would ejaculate
on his blazer.  The thought made me smile a little, however, and I thought
it a mild form of revenge.
	In the background of my attention, I still heard the guardians
having their little conversation.  The vast majority, however, sat there
watching the adorable little boy, his slender young body tightening a
little more, preparing to launch him into his childish orgasm.  I was still
smiling delightedly, eager to see his sperm squirting on Calvin and see how
angry the older boy got at him.  With a boy that young and a penis that
smooth and hairless, I was sure that Calvin thought the little boy was too
young.  Boy was he in for a surprise.
	Calvin was still talking as the little boy on his lap started
grunting his high pitched cries and his stiff little body started to jerk
stiffly against him.  I was surprised that Calvin did nothing more than
hold Ian's bare shoulders a little more tightly, still pulling on his
penis.  I felt confused when I watched that adorable young penis open up,
the little slit finally getting to feel his sperm squirting passed.  The
thin juice squirt onto his baby soft chest mostly, but some of it made
clear droplets on his smooth cheeks and more than a little of it squirt
onto Calvin's clothes.
	Much to my disappointment, however, neither Calvin nor the other
Guardians paid much attention to the eleven year old boy's orgasm.  He
certainly didn't get angry when the boy squirt on his blazer.  Instead, he
just smiled as he talked and kept pulling Ian's hairless penis.  He did
this until the young thing had finished ejaculating and Ian's naked body
had relaxed on his lap.
	"Good boy," he cooed softly to the sleeping kitten, gently kissing
the boy's smooth cheek and pulling his bare chest against his blazer.  This
was, in my mind, a waste of wonderful child-sperm and proved even more that
Calvin didn't care about having sperm on his blazer in the least.  Ian just
sighed, his naked body relaxing into the older boy's strong arms, giving no
sign that he was in the least bit awake.  I watched Calvin's big hands
rubbing down the boy's small shoulders and back comfortingly, quickly
returning to his conversation with the other boys as he soothed the
sleeping boy's released passion from his young muscles.
	I just watched all this in astonishment and adoration... and
renewed jealousy.  I had spent the past several months thinking that Calvin
just didn't like little boys.  He seemed to like my kitten just fine.
	When the little boy's naked body had again relaxed completely,
Calvin absently let him lay back down across his lap and Ian did so,
falling deeper into slumber.  His thin sperm still glistened on his bare
little chest but it was too young and innocent to show much on Calvin's
blazer.  I watched his hairless penis softening between his legs, Calvin
absently reaching down to fondle it and to rub the child's sperm around the
hairless base.
	Ian's adorable face lay back, smiling in absolute peacefulness, as
if enjoying the tender fondling of his penis the same way he had when I'd
fondled it.  This mostly just reinforced my fears that I wasn't as special
to the little kitten as I wanted to think I was.
	The guardians kept talking and Calvin was as major a speaker as any
other, all the while rubbing the hairless young penis between Ian's legs,
caressing the naked boy on his lap and leaving a smile of contentment on
the young boy's sleeping face.
	"I have to go get ready for the party," I excused myself, standing
up and heading toward the door when I thought I could bare no more
jealousy.
	"Kelvin," I heard Calvin's voice behind me.  I turned in
embarrassment, knowing that he was going to apologize for taking my kitten
away from me and feeling all the time like I just wanted to get away from
the pain and embarrassment.  When I turned around, however, I was
astonished to see Ian sitting up naked on Calvin's lap, the adorable boy's
face filled with worry and concern, as if he were afraid that he was going
to be abandoned.  "Forgetting someone, aren't you?" Calvin asked, with a
loving smile.
	I was so confused by this that I stood there for a long moment,
uncertain what to do or say.  Didn't Ian like Calvin more than me?  Didn't
Calvin want to keep him?  I saw the older boy's arms laying limply at his
sides, not holding my little kitten in the slightest.  Ian was holding to
his neck, but the adorable boy's sky blue eyes were looking at me intently.
	"Come here, boy," I called to him, softly, so that I wouldn't be
too embarrassed when he stayed where he was.  Instantly, however, the naked
boy jumped off Calvin's lap and ran to me, four inch penis bouncing between
his legs.  He came straight up to me again, looking eagerly into my eyes to
see what I was going to do next.
	"I'm sorry, Kelvin," Calvin said, drawing, my gaze, but not Ian's.
"I didn't know you were worried.  He's your kitten.  I didn't know your
feelings would get hurt."
	I shrugged and looked down in embarrassment.  "They're not hurt," I
said awkwardly.
	"Kelvin, he's yours," Calvin assured me.  "He's just a kitten.  I
just did that because his penis wanted me to."
	"I know," I said, and actually meant it though I wasn't aware of it
at the time.  Calvin had simply been trying to give Ian's penis what it
desired.  I knew its desires as well as the older boy did.  Then I fully
realized what I had thought all along: Ian and his penis were two entirely
different things.  Calvin, or any boy, playing with the boy's penis meant
nothing to Ian.  It didn't take him from me in the slightest.  When I
realized that, I smiled at him and his concerned face relaxed.  Then, I
grinned at him and the boy positively glowed.
	"Come on, boy," I said, putting my arm around his thin, bare
shoulders and guiding him out of the room.  I was filled with happiness as
my kitten and I walked back to my apartment.  Calvin was right: any boy
might play with his penis, but Ian loved me himself.  All his penis loved
was pleasure.  The boy was all mine.  It was a little surprising that I was
a wise enough boy myself to connect Ian to the other boys I'd had boy sex
with or that I simply loved.  I had never asked or expected those boys to
have sex with just me, never minded when they slept with other boys, and
they never expected me not to.  The love we shared was true and unique.
The sex was just a special way of sharing it.  We didn't have to restrict
each other sexually to love each other totally.
	The same was true for Ian and 1. This realization made me very
happy.  Overall, I loved the boy much more than I did his penis.  His
penis, as beautiful and magnificent as it was, was nothing more nor less
than a way for me to let Ian feel my love for him on a deeper level.  Kovz,
how I adored that boy and how deeply glad I was that he had a penis that
let me transmit my love for him through it.
	My feelings for him and his penis were such that, when we returned
to my suite, it was little wonder that all I thought about was playing
naked with him.