The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Sixteen: Puppy Love
	
	From that night on, Keith became one of my dearest friends and most
frequent boy lovers.  He was so shy and inexperienced that it was going to
take him a long time to find other boy friends.  In the meantime, it seemed
like he would come up to the palace every ten days or so and every time he
was so horny that we spent little time doing anything other than having sex
and cuddling naked in my room.  If he had been only a little more
comfortable with his desperate penis, it would have been more often without
doubt.  As it was, I waited until his hormones became undeniable and shared
the boy's beauty with him with all my adoration.  We were very close
emotionally before, during and after sex, but the sweet boy was always too
shy away from the bed for us to become frequent friends.
	As the weeks past, I was relieved when Ian became a little less
needy of me.  It was rare that he stayed away all night, but he did become
very comfortable going out all day and even late into the evening.  He
would always return to my apartment with his calm, boyish smile, ready to
curl up next to me, eager to have me caress his hairless penis.  It was a
rare day that I didn't suck him off and taste his sweet boy juice squirt
out on my tongue.  For awhile, I thought that I was the only one doing so,
but the rumors became more and more frequent and it was soon clear that my
little kitten was being relieved by everyone in the palace and many boys in
the other houses.  If his horny penis was being punished, it should have
been placed on the body of a boy who was less adorable: few people could
deny Ian any kind of pleasure.
	There was very little change in the weather in Kovzland.  It seemed
forever to be filled with the bursting buds of spring and was always green,
warm and beautiful.  As the weeks began to pass into months, however, even
a small boy like me began to realize that something was changing.
Visually, nothing changed.  The trees and grass and flowers all remained
green and magnificent; the desires in the boys, however, including me, took
on a greater edge and sex became even more important than it had before.
Without doubt, it was always extremely great and active; now it took on
deeper meaning and the boys who were doing it seemed to be more attracted
and dedicated to one specific boy or another.  The strange attachments that
began to develop were echoed by the birds in the trees and the furry
rabbits jumping across the lawns.  Whatever the weather might be, spring
was dawning and our physical desires were giving way to deeper feelings of
love and affection.
	I was acutely aware of these subtle changes one day on the
Twenty-fifth of Erin, NE. 1. On that date, shortly after dinner, I found
myself again sitting in a meeting with the Guardians.  After all our months
together, our formality was receding and it wasn't at all strange that I
was sitting off in a chair near the wall while all the others were gathered
around the conference table in happy deliberations.  I wasn't happy,
however.
	A month earlier I had fallen deeply in love/lust/infatuation with a
young boy in Baby Blue House.  I had spent every waking moment there,
trying to get the boy's attention, doing everything I could to seduce him,
and had met with no response.  I was so in love with him that I couldn't
think about anyone or anything else.  His name was Stevey.  Normally, I
would have thought it was a stupid name for a boy, but I was so infatuated
with him and so attracted to the thought of sleeping with him that I
thought it was the most beautiful name on the island.
	Stevey was twelve years old.  I had come to expect that I could
seduce any boy in Baby Blue, but I learned, after a little checking, that
Stevey had been placed there directly upon his arrival and had never gone
through the Rite of Passage or a tenure in White.  Feeling extremely shy
about admitting my enchantment with him, I never asked openly about this.
I did learn, however, that everyone in a position to know believed that he
was still a virgin at sex with another boy.  It was little wonder that my
bold displays and sexy outfits had done nothing but frustrate and anger
him.
	I couldn't close my eyes without seeing Stevey.  He was my height,
a little less than five feet, and about my weight, which is to say that he
was very skinny.  Even in the gym, the sandy haired boy wore blue jeans and
a shirt and I had no idea what magnificence of beauty lay beneath them.
Well, not much... I had noticed, as anyone looking in his general direction
would have to, that the bulge in his jeans was extremely large, an odd
thing for a boy so young.  It was so big that the pre-teenaged boy looked
funny when he walked and, when the mound was particularly large, he looked
like he was in pain.  It was little wonder I hadn't been able to see how
big his cock was: he never went into the swimming pool and never took a
shower in a public locker room.  I knew: I followed him for days and never
got to see so much as his bare chest.  It was very frustrating.  To make
matters worse, I wasn't Guardian of Baby Blue anymore and wasn't allowed to
use the Spy Glass to spy on his bedroom.
	He must have noticed my infatuation, I was certain that he had; I
did everything in my boyish way to let him know about it.  Nonetheless, he
backed away from even the most mild mention of sexuality.  Every minuscule
effort I made to seduce him was quickly brushed aside, even if it meant him
getting up and storming out to get away from me.  I felt helpless.  Even my
daily pleasures of Ian weren't enough to alleviate my desire for young
Stevey.  I had become so enamored of him that I hadn't wanted sex with
anyone else for more than a week and wasn't even willing to just fantasize
about him while I masturbated.  I needed him and no substitute would do.
	"He's lost in puppy love," Rick said, and I somehow knew that he
was talking about me.
	"Are you listening, Kelvin?" David asked.  I looked up blushing and
had the certain knowledge that the young men around the table had been
talking about me for a while already.
	I shrugged in embarrassment and the Guardians smiled at each other.
I was familiar with their secret smiles at my expense: they knew what I was
thinking no matter what I did to hide it.  It wouldn't surprise me if they
already knew who I was fantasizing about and how long I'd been dreaming of
him.
	"Yeah," my soprano voice said as I shrugged my thin shoulders.  I
was wearing blue jeans and a button up dress shirt, a conservative outfit
that only the most innocent of boys would wear... an outfit that Stevey
would wear.
	David laughed.  "Every spring I have the incredible desire to feel
it all again."
	"Like you don't feel it anyway," Michael said with an incredulous
laugh.
	"What?" I asked, feeling angry that they saw through me so well.
"I said I was listening!"
	"Okay," David smiled at me.  "So, do you think we should go ahead
with the festival or not?"
	I felt my face growing hot immediately.  "What festival?" I asked,
ashamed to realize that I had so quickly revealed my lie.
	The Guardians laughed immediately.  Even Calvin smiled secretly.
	"Do you remember the Kovz Festival, Kelvin?" Terry asked, the smile
on his adorable face both mocking and adoring.
	"Sure," I said, though I had no idea what they were talking about.
	"Should we go ahead and have it?" he asked, losing the mocking
smile and looking at me with trust and expectation.
	I sat in nervous uncertainty for a long time before answering.
"Yeah," I said.  "Why not?"
	"No one knows what to do for one thing," Patrick said, the sweet
blond haired boy still smiling at me.  "It'll be a fiasco.  I think we
should give it another year.  "
	"Erin can do it!" Terry countered emphatically, as if this was his
fifth time of doing so.  What did I know?  It probably was the fifth time.
	"Okay, look, guys, this is the deal," Calvin said.  "Can the Royal
Family pull it off or can't it?"
	"No way," Patrick shrugged simply but finally.
	"You bet they can," Terry said with an angry glare at Patrick.
	Calvin smiled.  "David?"
	"Hey, we're either back or we're not.  I say let the kids try it."
	"Michael?" Calvin continued.
	Michael shrugged.  "It's not that big a deal.  Let them give it a
shot.  Can't hurt."
	"Rick?"
	"Fuck yeah.  What's it going to hurt?"
	"Don?"
	"Hey, I think we should let the kids have some fun.  They deserve
it."
	"Kelvin?"
	I knew a vote was happening but I had no idea what it was about.
Plainly Patrick wanted it to fail and I liked Patrick a lot, but I thought
it wisest to go with the majority.  "I agree with Don," I said, thinking
that I could hardly do wrong by voting in favor of the kids having fun.
	"Everyone seems to think we should go ahead, Patrick," Calvin said
mildly.  "Are you going to keep arguing or do you accept the majority
opinion?"
	Patrick sighed and shook his head.  "Well, I guess I could say no
and say 'I told you so' later, but I don't want to do that.  I'll do what I
always do when I don't know what to do: Kelvin says 'yes'... I say 'yes'."
	I blushed at this and smiled over at the cute blond.  He shrugged
and smiled back.  I have no doubt that he didn't know I had no idea what we
were talking about.
	The topic they were discussing was the Festival of Kovz, a formerly
annual event in which the beauty and sexuality of our population was
worshipped in ways the temple never quite approached.  It was during this
festival that all the great titles of the kingdom were bequeathed.  It
consisted of dozens of contests and demonstrations, almost all of which
were extremely sexual in nature, most inevitably extolling the beauty of
pubescent sexuality and orgasms.  These included who could squirt their
sperm the farthest, the fastest and the slowest; who had the most sperm,
the biggest penis, the most enduring erection; which boy had the best body,
the prettiest face, the cutest butt; who could put on the most erotic skit,
could out-wrestle the others, could win the team competition in the Oil
Game.  There were individual contests and team contests in addition to a
variety of games and displays.
	The Festival wasn't going to begin for more than a month and would
run during the Five Days of Kovz, five days that didn't belong to any month
in our calendar.  The Guardians seemed intensely eager to discuss all the
details even if it was a long way off.  We were so well provided for on the
island that we really didn't have much to discuss at these meetings so I
guess the opportunity was too great to pass up.  They talked on and on
during which time I fantasized about Stevey and wondered what Ian was
doing.  Thinking about Stevey was an exercise in frustration and I sat
there with my little penis pulsing.  By the time the meeting ended, I knew
I had to do something.  It was either find a way to seduce Stevey or accept
the fact that my pubescent hormones were going to force me to jerk off.
	As I was walking out of the meeting room, a pair of huge hands took
hold of my skinny shoulders and pulled me aside.  "Who's the boy, Kely?"
Calvin smiled, leaning over to reach my level.
	I blushed and looked away immediately.  "No one," I said, my face
red hot.
	Calvin smiled and lifted my chin until I looked up at him.  "I know
you better than that," he said affectionately.  "You've been down to Baby
Blue every day this week and Kelly says you won't let him spend the night
with you anymore.  Besides, I know how you get when you can't get a boy
you're in love with."
	I pulled my chin away, a little angrily.  "So.  I don't have to
play with Kelly all the time."
	"Come on, Kely, don't be so proud.  Get some guys from Purple to
help you."
	"They'd scare him," I countered, quickly realizing that I'd tipped
my hand.
	Calvin smiled at my obvious confession.  "I can help, too."
	I felt a weakening in my spirit and felt like a little child to be
so easily exposed.  "How?" I asked helplessly.
	"Well, let's just go down there and see what happens."
	I swallowed shyly.  "Really?"
	"Sure.  Come on."
	I felt pretty embarrassed riding down to Baby Blue with the young
man with the expressed interest of having him help me seduce a virgin boy,
but Calvin had always been good to me and I trusted him with all my
pubescent fears.  As we rode in the carriage, I even snuggled against his
hard chest when he put his arm around my thin shoulders.  The sun had
touched the horizon and would be going down soon.  I hoped that I'd be
going down soon, too.  I felt a little sleepy.
	"So, what's the boy's name?" he asked.
	I told him everything I knew about Stevey, his name, his favorite
things to do, all the childish things I had done to get his attention.  I
was relieved that Calvin was so understanding and mature that he didn't
laugh at me in the slightest, just listened patiently and gently rubbed my
shoulders.
	As it turned out, Calvin knew who Stevey was very well and had been
the Guardian who decided to send him directly to Baby Blue on his arrival.
I didn't ask him why; it was pretty clear to me that the skinny little boy
had the biggest penis on the island: he couldn't have been placed in White
for even a moment.  The young man also told me that Stevey had admitted to
masturbating sometimes but that the boy was extremely ashamed whenever he
did it.  Baby Blue had been the only proper thing.
	"I'm a little disappointed that he hasn't played with the other
boys," Calvin said.  "We gave him a private room so they wouldn't make fun
of him.  Maybe we should have put him in the dorm."
	I was extremely nervous and excited as we pulled into the courtyard
in front of Baby Blue's primary mansion.  I was wearing white shorts, a
light blue T-shirt and tennis shoes and I thought my long, hairless boy
legs looked cute.  Not that Stevey hadn't seen them before.  He'd seen all
of me except my penis, though he certainly could tell what it looked like
when I tried to impress him by wearing silk bikini bottoms one day.  The
memory made me blush in embarrassment.
	As Calvin started to climb out of the carriage, I grabbed his
muscular arm with a small hand.  "What are you going to do?" my squeaky
voice asked nervously,
	"Don't worry, Kely," the man smiled.  "I won't embarrass you."
	He started out again and I again grabbed his bulging arm.  "Let's
not do it," I said shaking my head.  "I'll play with Kelly."
	Calvin smiled lovingly at me and pressed the blond bangs from my
eyes.  "Come on.  We'll just see what he's doing."
	We found him a short way into the woods where two eunuchs were
showing he and a half dozen other kids how to shoot bee-bee guns.  The
other boys were very cute but all I could think about was Stevey.  I
glanced at him only briefly then couldn't bring myself to look at him.  He
was wearing tight blue jeans and the bulge between his legs looked like he
had a grapefruit shoved down the front of them.  He was also wearing a baby
blue dress shirt and tennis shoes.  He stood there as the gun was loaded.
I was astonished by the depth of affection inside me, just gazing at the
after image of his long skinny legs and small chest in his clothes, the
tough, boyish look on his smooth face.  His nose looked a little big for
him but I knew enough to know that it was just a way for his body to tell
everyone that he was in puberty.  The rifle he held with his enlarged hand
was almost as tall as he was.
	"Good evening, Guardians," one of the eunuchs bowed politely.  "May
we be of service?"
	"No, we were just touring the grounds," Calvin replied with a
polite smile.  I noticed Stevey turn and glance at me up and down.  His
adorable young face looked angry but I was beginning to think he always
looked like that.  Besides, with the rifle in his hands he was probably
trying to look tough in front of a smaller boy like me.  "You fellows just
go on with what you're doing.  "
	Calvin and I stood off to the side as the eunuch finished
explaining to Stevey what to do.  The skinny boy hefted up the rifle,
almost dropping it it was so heavy.  Nonetheless, he was in his tough mode
and tried to act like it was nothing at all.  I was surprised again that I
found a tough boy so attractive.  Like Luis many months before, I was
totally infatuated with a boy who was totally unlike me.  There was no
explaining it.  He was adorable.  I couldn't get him out of my mind.  For a
boy filled with raging hormones, that was all that mattered.
	The gun was so heavy that it wavered in Stevey's big hands as he
tried to aim it.  This sounds a little unlikely, but you have to understand
that Kovzland didn't have any real guns and the bee-bee guns we played with
weren't very advanced.  Building efficient guns wasn't something we even
wanted to do.  Still, so many of the boys enjoyed the "sport", that we had
a few of these monstrous things around.  Little Stevey fired, but the
bee-bee came nowhere near the target.
	"Try again," the eunuch encouraged him supportively.
	"No," Stevey's high pitched voice said.  "Let one of the kids try."
The kids?  True the others looked no older than he did, but kids?
	He came over to Calvin and I, looking angry.
	"How's it going, Stevey?" Calvin asked as the boy stood with his
arms folded sternly across his skinny chest.
	"Fine," the boy replied shrugging his shoulders.  He stood watching
the next boy struggling with the rifle and didn't look at us.  The boy
fired, no better than Stevey, but was willing to try again.  "You don't
come down here much," he said.
	"No," Calvin agreed.  "There's a lot to do at the palace."
	Stevey nodded, totally cool.
	"Kelvin usually comes down for the Guardians," Calvin said.
	Stevey glanced at me, then watched the boy miss with his second
shot.
	"We're taking a tour," Calvin continued.  "Will you show us
around?"
	"It's getting late..." he said softly.  Dusk had fallen now.  All
of the boys would be heading home soon.  Calvin just smiled in response.
	Stevey shrugged again.  "Sure," he said.  He turned and led us back
toward the mansions, not looking at us or checking to see if we followed.
We did after I looked questioningly at Calvin but he just smiled and rubbed
my shoulder briefly.
	I was entranced by Stevey's small, round butt in his jeans as we
walked around Baby Blue, seeing sights I knew like the back of my hand.
Stevey was stern, but friendly as he guided us around.  Mostly, he and
Calvin talked, but he did talk to me sometimes.  It all seemed to be
getting us nowhere and I began to wonder what we were doing there.  As we
toured the kitchen, however, Calvin made his move.
	I don't know how it started, really, but all of a sudden Calvin was
reaching into a refrigerator and throwing eggs at both Stevey and I. He was
a good shot and most of the eggs struck one of us.  All Stevey and I could
do was grab stuff and hurl it back, never coming near hitting Calvin.
Stevey was delighted by the contest, grinning and giggling and acting like
a boy.  The sight of a smile on his face made him look even more adorable
to me and I seized on every vision of that smile, knowing that such sights
were too rare.
	By the time Calvin called an end to the fight, both Stevey and I
had been struck by a half dozen eggs each, running in our clothes until we
awkwardly tried to pull them away through the gooey egg white.  We were all
laughing.,
	"I'm soaked," Stevey's adorable face grinned, his fingers pulling
the wet shirt from his skinny frame.
	"I'm sorry," Calvin laughed.  "I don't know what came over me."
	"I need a shower," Stevey grinned.
	Calvin laughed harder.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Well, Kelvin needs one,
too.  Where's your room?"
	"Upstairs," Stevey laughed, starting toward the door without
thinking.  I was thinking though.  As soon as Calvin had asked that
question, I saw the brilliance of his plan.  Still, Stevey could back out,
and I was certain that he would.  This was a good start, however.
	I don't know when the realization first entered Stevey's mind, but
it wasn't long after we'd left the kitchen.  He fell quiet rather quickly,
even though Calvin kept making jokes that would make him giggle
occasionally.  His face was already blushing red, so red that I could see
it on the back of his neck.  I could almost hear his mind trying to think
up some excuse for not continuing toward his room, but he apparently never
came up with anything.
	By the time he opened the door and led us into his room, he was
dead silent and not smiling in the slightest.  He walked in and crossed to
his dresser, pulling out clothes without a word or glance at Calvin or I.
	As Calvin closed the door behind us, the first thing that struck me
about Stevey's room was the smell.  It was a mixed smell, something like
feet and sperm and boy sweat all mixed together.  That may sound bad, but
it sunk into me and filled me with sexual longing; to me, it was the most
wonderful smell in the world, though it did make me feel faint with
hormones.
	"The shower's in there," Stevey said, the toughness in his voice
reappearing again.
	I glanced at Calvin.  He just smiled and winked.  "Well, you guys
go ahead," he said sitting down on a chair near the wall.  "You guys didn't
hit me even once."
	Stevey's thin shoulders shrugged in his shirt, his adorable face
still glowing red.  "I'm just going to change," he said.  "I didn't get hit
that bad."
	"Bullshit," Calvin laughed.  "You two just go on.  I'll just wait
here."
	Stevey paused a moment and swallowed.  "You go first," he said
nervously to me.  "I'll go after you."
	Calvin laughed.  "In Kovzland?!  Come on, Stevey, what's the big
deal?  I'm not going to wait for both of you to take a shower.  Kovz!  Come
on."
	Calvin's goading was perfect.  Though filled with nervousness and
looking like he was going to cry, Stevey was willing to do anything to get
away from the goading.  He sighed angrily and walked to the bathroom so
fast that he blew passed me.  I turned uncertainly to Calvin who promptly
gave me a thumbs up.  I turned toward the bathroom, knowing full well that
Calvin would be gone when we returned.
	Stevey was facing the wall away from me undoing the buttons to his
shirt as I closed the bathroom door.  I felt a little ashamed that Calvin
had tricked him at first, but when I saw the sight of his thin body and
long legs, when I knew that he was going to take his clothes off, all my
passion and adoration of him leapt up again.  All I could feel was desire.
	Not knowing what to say, I said nothing as I peeled my egg-soaked
T-shirt up my skinny body.  It cleared my head just in time to see Stevey's
long, awkward arms pulling his shirt back over his shoulders.  It dropped
down his back and my heartbeat doubled instantly.
	The skin across his thin shoulder blades was pale pink, almost
white, and looked as soft as I might dream.  I stood there with my own
T-shirt slowly slipping from my hands, my chest bare, my eyes gazing at his
magnificent skin.  His back was very skinny, with firm vertebrae pressing
out in a line down the center, very small, sharp shoulder blades pressing
out at his baby soft skin as he moved his arms.  I thought it was the most
wonderful back I had ever seen.  He turned and sat down on a small bench,
bending over to untie his shoes before I could get more than a brief glance
at his chest.  Obviously it was as skinny as his back and the boy didn't
seem to have any muscles, though his small chest did bulge a little beneath
his nipples.  His nipples themselves were extremely small, a pale purple
color against the pale pink of his skin.  His body was adorably thin, his
shoulders not widening in the slightest with the onset of manhood.  It
could have been the chest and back of a nine year old.
	Swallowing my adoration, I awkwardly backed up and sat down on the
toilet, leaning over to untie my own shoes.  Stevey didn't look up so I
felt free to.  I gazed at the top of his thin shoulders, watched them
ripple boyishly as his long arms moved to pull his tennis shoes off.  He
threw them aside quickly and pulled off his sweat socks with little
fanfare. He was plainly moving faster now and I knew he would attempt to
get in and get out as quickly as possible.  I doubled my speed and stood up
bare footed just a second after he had.  He tried to turn away as he
reached for the snap to his blue jeans, but he couldn't turn all the way
around without looking a little silly.  Boys could be shy of their penises,
but it wasn't cool to be too obvious about hiding them from other boys.
	I watched the big mound between his legs intently as he unzipped
his jeans and I wiggled my shorts over my hips and down my legs.  As his
zipper parted, it was clear that he was wearing underwear and the white
cotton bulged through the opening of his jeans immediately.  I wasn't
wearing underwear, however, and I was completely naked after I managed to
awkwardly pull my feet from my shorts.
	The tension doubled when Stevey realized this, his big hands even
more awkward than mine as he pushed his jeans down his legs.  The tension
was made no less by me.  Not only did I continue to stare at him, but my
mouth actually fell open when I saw the hugeness of the twelve year old
cock in his underwear.  His penis was obviously the biggest one I had ever
seen, several inches bigger than the majority.  It poked out at his
underwear so much that the cloth was stretched fantastically out of shape
in the front.  It would have draped on another boy his age, but his penis
filled up every available inch, looking like it must be erect and folded
over a half dozen times to keep it inside.
	I had an erection, of course.  I had had one almost from the moment
we'd arrived at Baby Blue.  My skinny, three inch penis was sticking out
and pulsing up and down without hesitation.  I didn't bother looking at it;
I knew it was hard as rock and as bald and childish as ever.  I could feel
it throbbing harder as I gazed at the huge mound in Stevey's underwear and
just stood there.  My arms were dangling limply at my sides, making no
effort to conceal my little boner.  I doubted that Stevey had even seen it.
	The boy's legs emerged as his jeans were lowered.  From the very
beginning it was obvious how thin they were.  Even his thighs were very
slender.  I hesitate to call them skinny only because there was obviously a
good layer of meat between the skin and the bone.  The skin itself was
pale, almost white, and as baby soft and hairless as a child's half his
age.  His knees, when they finally appeared, were awkwardly large and
knobby, and his shins, as they finally appeared, were as smooth and
hairless looking as his thighs.  If it weren't for the fact that his legs
seemed to be more than half his height, I would have thought he was a ten
year old.
	He almost stumbled as he tried to pull his big feet from his jeans,
and I almost reached out to help him.  He got hold, however, and I stood
there skinny, small and naked, my penis pulsing in desire for him.  The boy
was blushing so brightly that even his shoulders and the upper part of his
skinny chest were flushed.  There was a faint odor in the air and I
recognized it as the sweet perspiration of puberty.  The smell of his
immature sweat had a predictable effect on me, the effect that nature
intended it to have on potential mates of young boys.  I was enraptured by
him, my young body responding to the scent and appearance of his until I
thought I would burst with need.  Stevey was like a young dog in heat,
sending off smells and images that no mate could refuse.  I wanted to go
over and hug him, so great was my love and desire for him, but I didn't.
	When he finally managed to get his pants legs free of his enormous
feet, he stood back up and I could see his adorable, boyish face take a
nervous glance at my naked little boner.  He quickly looked away again but
just that brief glance electrified me.  He knew how excited I was by the
pulsing in my hairless, three inch erection; I wanted him to know.
	He had, perhaps deliberately, turned to face me more, now, and I
gazed at his thin rib cage and long, slender abdomen like a helpless little
puppy.  His skin was exquisite, perfectly smooth and unblemished and I
longed to slowly rub my palm across it to feel its boyish softness.  His
belly button looked too small for his awkwardly growing body and the skin
that surrounded it was so beautiful I felt like begging to hold him.  His
rib cage itself was very small but elongated from his sudden growth.
Though his ribs didn't poke out like a starving child's, they were very
evident beneath his little chest, making his small size easy to appreciate.
	His skinny arms bent and his big hands reached or his underwear.
Instantly my heart skipped a beat and I let out a helpless whimper.  I was
starving for air as I watched the elastic band slip lower on his skinny
belly, showing more of the baby soft skin of his tender age.  The boy's
hips showed small mounds of his hips but his skin was otherwise flawless
and very smooth.  Filled with embarrassment and shame, he nervously pushed
the elastic over a fold in his hard penis and my baby blue eyes grew wider,
my mouth fell further open.  I was briefly afraid of the obvious size of
the young boy's cock, but was hardly about to miss a chance to see it.  The
fold showed how pale and thick his penis was and I could already see blue
veins bulging around it.
	I could tell that Stevey wasn't breathing as he stripped himself.
The farther he went, the more shocked and astonished I was by the sheer
size of his massive organ.  It was so big that I felt sorry for him, only
naturally thinking that a penis as big as his should have been on a much
older boy, a boy old enough to know how to control it.  As it was, the
innocent twelve year old was terrified by it and it showed in the way he
moved and the way he behaved.  It was little wonder that he struggled so
much to avoid being naked with other boys.  For one thing, most boys his
age would probably laugh at him for being so obviously deformed.  For
another, poor Stevey could hardly be expected to control his penis's
desires once it was freed from his jeans, a fact I was beginning to realize
with nervous anxiety, and more than a little bit of excitement.  The
intoxicating smell of his pubescent body and raging hormones continued to
play on my receptive senses and innocent mind; huge penis or not, I needed
him.
	He let out an almost inaudible grunt, of pain or passion, I wasn't
sure.  He was pushing his penis downward in order to get room to push the
elastic band downward and it probably did hurt a little, his erection being
so bent out of shape.  As the band slid down to his smooth pubic mound, I
caught sight of a darling little circle of innocent, dark brown peach fuzz
between his legs.  If I had any reservation about his penis, I lost it at
that moment.  So adorable and soft looking were those immature pubic hairs
that I again had to fight a tremendous desire to rush to him, to hold him,
to lick his childish bush, and worship the magnificent size and passion of
his puberty.
	Stevey's enormous penis cleared his underwear and shot out from
between his legs so quickly that even I jumped in startled amazement.  The
poor twelve year old was so excited that his huge penis poked out as
straight and hard as mine, an astonishing thing to see in a penis more than
a foot long.  It was so big that it bordered on the grotesque, his skinny
body and long, thin legs looking unable to support it.  It throbbed like a
jack hammer, moving frantically up and down, pointing up toward his
adorable young face, begging him to look at it.  The boy's cock stuck out
almost thirteen inches long and so thick that I wondered if even hands as
big as his could grasp all of it.  He bent over to slide his underwear down
his smooth thighs and the huge head of his erection rubbed against his
small chest; it could easily have poked against his smooth cheeks if he
just leaned over a little and didn't turn his face away from it.  I stared
at it like a person coming upon a god, my arms still laying at my sides
though my small hands were now clinched in fists.  With my skinny little
three inch erection, I felt like an infant compared to this boy, and felt
small and helpless: there was no way that I was going to be able to seduce
him now.  In my helpless plight, I was assaulted by yet another of nature's
powers to help pubescent boys find willing mates: mixing in with the sweet
smell of his body was the soft, tantalizing scent of boyish semen.  At his
age, Stevey's body was sending off so many pheromones that a small boy like
me was totally helpless.  I needed him so badly that I would eagerly have
let him shove that enormous penis up my butt, anything to free me from the
all-consuming desires of the little boner between my legs.
	Stevey pulled his underwear off and threw them on the ground.
"What?!" he asked, angrily, and I realized that I was whimpering and
panting pathetically.  Despite trying to sound tough with his high-pitched,
unbroken voice, Stevey's pretty face looked ashamed and frightened.
	The sound of his voice was the last temptation I could bare.
Knowing that he was going to reject me, I pathetically walked up to him
whimpering and tried to put my arms around his skinny body.  Just as I felt
the huge, throbbing organ between his legs press against my abdomen and
chest, I felt him stiffen frantically, felt his skinny arms grab my little
shoulders like vices, felt him shoving me to the floor.
	I fell down and my head and shoulders struck the wall.  It didn't
hurt in the slightest, but I was so horny that I curled up and started
crying with frustration.  The memory of his huge, hot penis against my
belly and the baby soft beauty of his skin filled my boyish mind and I
ached dramatically to lose that wonder.  I wasn't going to be able to love
him and that hurt much worse than any fall might.
	I was astonished when Stevey took my reaction as being pain and
could feel his eyes looking at my naked little body crouching on the floor
with guilt and despair.  "Are you okay?" he asked, his childish voice
filled with concern.
	I couldn't answer him.  All I could do was cry and suffer beneath
the onslaught of his pubescent smells.  It had been so long since I'd made
love to a boy that the feel of my erection rubbing between my thighs was
extremely pleasurable and I thought about masturbating, hoping that would
abate the need the boy had awakened in me.
	I didn't get a chance, however, for Stevey's tall, gangly, naked
body had come over to me and was kneeling down, his big hands reaching out
to grab my shoulders and find out what was wrong.  I looked up.  Stevey was
crouched down in front of me and between his shins his huge penis was
throbbing up between his legs with phenomenal desire.  It was so big, its
rhythmic movements entrancing me, playing on the rhythmic desires between
my own legs.  It stuck out there against the background of his skinny
abdomen, huge purple head against the slight mounds of his boyish chest and
tiny nipples.  At the base, almost shielded by the thickness of his
enormous cock, I could just see the beauty of his immature peach fuzz.
	"Are you okay?" he asked again as I gazed up at his magnificence.
The proximity of his penis filled my air with the scent of his semen, with
the overpowering scent of puberty between his legs.  I wanted to die in
that moment, but I was so in need of him that I felt my body involuntarily
moving closer to him, felt his body tighten again as I touched him, heard
him gasp nervously as I tried to enfold my body against his beautiful
chest.  I needed comforting and I knew that only the warm beauty of his
body could bring it to me.
	Stevey sat back on the floor filled with confusion.  He couldn't
push me away as I crawled between his legs, not after so recently fearing
that he'd hurt me the last time.  As I felt the enormous length and girth
of his erection rubbing against my side, I started to whimper again and
persistently curled in closer to him until my shoulder pressed against his
chest and forced his skinny body to lay back on the carpet.  I was laying
on my side between his legs, his excited penis rubbed by the weight and
movements of my skinny body.  I could smell the sweet scent of his
underarms and my small nose longed for more.  Whimpering pathetically,
fearing he would push me away at any second, I closed my eyes and moved my
face closer to his smooth, hairless armpit, my body squirming on top of his
huge cock, turning my hairless little boner moving closer to his, closer,
until they touched and filled me with reverent awe and embarrassment.  The
smell of his pre-teen perspiration was like an aphrodisiac, making my mind
swoon with dizzying eddies of desire.
	The boy's young, throbbing organ felt like a rock between our baby
soft bellies.  It felt even bigger between my legs, making my little three
inch erection feel like a child's.  In part, it felt almost grotesque, as
if some slender baseball bat were pulsing between us.  It wasn't a baseball
bat, however, it was Stevey's very own penis, pulsing with pleasure and
filling him with the hormones that made my heart pound in my small chest.
The look on Stevey's adorable face was filled with confused uncertainty,
part terror, part disgust, part passion.  His mouth hung open now and I
could feel his moist breath against me as his skinny body struggled to
breathe.  Ever so often, he would let out a grunt when the weight of my
hairless body rubbed too hard on his huge, sensitive cock.  I felt my
boyhood laying down beside the smooth, round ball of his scrotum, felt my
own testicles delight in the warmth between his legs.  It was so hard and
sensitive that it could feel every beautiful inch of the boy's smooth skin
and could even make out the gentle, almost imperceptible caresses of his
downy, immature pubic hairs, the dark peach fuzz exciting me as much
mentally as physically.
	Stevey's childish voice let out helpless crying sounds and he
looked intensely troubled by what we were doing.  Puberty was raging in
him, however, and I could feel his thin arms awkwardly wrapping around me,
could just feel his small hips gently pressing his huge penis upward, up
into my hairless crotch.  His legs, seemingly as long as a man's, stiffened
and spread slightly and I felt my lower body slipping down between them,
felt the hard inches of his foot-long penis rub more against my belly.  My
penis started to slip down too, but I crawled up on top of him, felt the
warmth between his legs caress my small testicles again, the downy presence
of his peach fuzz touching my erection.
	I held to his childishly thin shoulders, my forearms laying down
along his small chest.  Gazing with adoration and passion into his
frightened face, I felt myself starting to make love to him, my thin hips
rhythmically and lovingly rubbing my boyish erection and belly against his
gifted penis.  Stevey looked like he was going to cry in disgust and shame,
but he could do nothing to stop it now.  Whether he knew what orgasm was or
not, his penis seemed to sense it and it would not release him now that it
had a child like me urging it on.
	Stevey just laid there, holding my skinny rib cage in his big,
clumsy hands, feeling my young body moving rhythmically up and down on his
penis.  Where he was a gangly, awkward pubescent, my body seemed to be made
almost graceful with affection and I humped him with slow, gentle
regularity, pressing my hips down and upward until I was faint with love
and pleasure.  I could feel his penis flexing, as if the nervous boy was
testing his muscles to make sure his cock was still there between our young
bodies.  He was crying now, soft, helpless, pathetic crying, tinged with
awesome pleasure and barely contained explosions of passion.  He clenched
his teeth and turned his adorable twelve year old face away, unable to stop
the pleasure now, but also unable to watch.  His innocence was almost as
precious to me as his pubescent aroma, the thin, smooth magnificence of his
awkward body.  I just kept humping him, feeling his penis swelling and
throbbing harder and harder.
	I was panting loudly, amazed that my body was still so rhythmically
controlled when my heart, lungs and mind were all fucking like race horses.
The pleasure in my penis was wonderful, made even greater every time I
imagined the vision of the pubescent boy's huge penis being rubbed by my
belly.  I could feel a soft layer of loose flesh moving up and down on the
hardness of his thirteen inch erection and knew that a penis that big must
feel phenomenally good as it neared orgasm.
	Stevey's skinny body started to tighten dramatically and I could
feel his little chest and long legs grow as hard as his cock as orgasm
raced into them and filled his thin tummy with ecstasy.  I had seen boys
struggle to repress their passions, but poor Stevey was fighting to contain
his so much that it felt like his little muscle would snap his bones.  His
face was a contorted mask, eyes tightly shut, jaw line thrust out as he
clenched his teeth fantastically.  His high-pitched voice now sounded
almost like a growl, but one released only sporadically against a great
struggle against his repression.
	I let out a startled cry as I felt a thin, hot, slimy, wetness
erupt between our bodies, shooting from his penis head in a forced stream
that instantly coated my penis with semen.  His body had not jerked in the
slightest and his frantic tension seemed to be getting even worse, so much
that I would have been afraid for him were it not for the ultimate pleasure
of orgasm racing through my hairless erection.  I cried delightedly as my
thin body convulsively thrust my hips into the warm slime between our
bellies.  It was a wonderful place to have an orgasm, both my penis and
scrotum coated in the generous flood of his pre-cum.  I felt wonderful and
so happy to feel my young cock finally release its frustration, delightedly
rubbing my naked body against his as my hips jerked with pleasure.  I
rubbed rhythmically on the other boy as my penis tried to ejaculate in the
warm slimy beauty of his boy juice.
	Stevey was so lost in the terror of his pleasure that I doubt he
realized I had had such a wonderful orgasm thinking of him.  He was crying
loudly and pathetically, his twisted face still turned away, his thin neck
and shoulders rippling with his hopeless efforts to control his orgasm.
Nonetheless, it exploded through his twelve year old body with intense,
fantastic power.  "No!  No!" he cried in desperate, childish fear as his
entire body started to buck beneath me, shuddering at the same time as if
every muscle in him were releasing his pubescent pleasure.  I was still
letting out the last of my little boyhood's orgasm but the strength of
Stevey's ecstasy made me forget it.  I couldn't believe that such a thin,
fragile body could endure such forceful demands for pleasure.  I was
actually afraid that he was going to hurt himself and held to his small,
rock hard shoulders supportively.
	The young boy's hips gave two or three short, quick bucks before
his penis started to ejaculate and I felt his sperm erupt against our
bellies in a frantic, desperate flood.  He was so small and young but the
size of his penis could well testify to the amount of his semen.  It felt
hot against my bare skin and, despite being as thin as milk, was slimy as
it coated his huge penis.
	"Oh, Stevey," I cried in adoration for his orgasm, my skinny body
still rubbing rhythmically up and down on his big cock, the pleasure
between my own legs not yet fully subsided.  Crying with happiness for his
innocent youth, I laid my cheek down on his little chest, felt and heard
his heart pounding, and felt the frantic convulsions of his tightly
clenched body, pathetically trying to repress the pleasure erupting from
his penis head.
	I could still smell his puberty and it made me dizzy enough to feel
like the boy had been ejaculating for a long time.  His sperm quickly
coated our bellies, was forced up against our chests, was squeezed out and
trickled down his pale, baby soft sides.  Every time he ejaculated, I could
feel the powerful flexing of his huge penis, could feel the tense, frantic
buck of his thin, awkward body.  All the while I rubbed my sperm covered
belly up and down on his hard cock knowing the boy had to feel really good
inside, despite the intensity of his seering embarrassment and shame.
	I felt so good that even Stevey's helpless crying didn't worry me
very much.  He was so young and inexperienced, he could hardly be expected
to be completely calm about losing his virginity.  He was still crying as
the jerking demands of his hips started to relax and the tense, clenched
muscles all over his beautiful body started to ease.  When he had finally
given up the last of his sperm and was completely exhausted with the
effort, his thin arms and big hands slipped from my ribs and he lay on the
carpet, soprano voice crying softly.  He was too ashamed and too confused
to make me get off him and I didn't.  I lay on his small, rapidly rising
and falling chest, kissed it lovingly and held to his skinny shoulders.  I
stopped humping his penis, allowing it to recover a little, knowing that it
was so young and sensitive that it would hurt him if the rubbing continued
too much.
	Stevey's sperm made our chests make wet sucking noises as we
breathed deeply or air.  It felt warm and very nice.  Between our bellies,
his huge penis was softening and I could feel it all very clearly in his
twelve year old semen.  I loved him so much.  His chest was wonderful
against my lips, the skin so warm, smooth and perfect.  The persistent
desires of his pheromones didn't effect me as intensely as they had, but it
was still a nice, pleasant smell that made me feel good and euphoric.
	It was a couple of minutes before Stevey stopped crying and became
very quiet.  I knew that he was in the guilt phase now, ashamed to have had
such intense love with another boy, but he did nothing to remove me from
between his legs and I lay there licking and kissing his nipples, enjoying
his small chest, knowing he would make me leave it all too soon.  His penis
was limp now.  It still felt big but it wasn't hard anymore and didn't
press against my belly with so much rigidity.
	Stevey didn't say anything as I felt his big hands reach into my
hairless underarms and try to lift me off him.  Not wanting to anger him, I
didn't resist and crawled off him, sitting back on the carpet.  The twelve
year old stood up and turned away from me, his shame-filled face looking
down with despair at all the slimy semen on his chest and belly.  Rivulets
of his sperm trickled down and ran over his smooth thighs and down his
legs.  A long, slimy drop dangled from his penis head and fell to the
carpet.  Freed of its erection, the boy's cock was still a full eight
inches long and still looked monstrous on his small, skinny body.
Nonetheless, it looked innocent and his pretty peach fuzz and the way his
cock dangled between his legs was adorable.
	I looked down at my little erection, still pulsing and glistening
with Stevey's sperm.  It looked pretty too, but I felt a little embarrassed
that I didn't have any pubic hair and that it was so little.  Boys with
peach fuzz always made me jealous.
	I looked up and was oddly excited to see Stevey pathetically trying
to wipe his semen from his small chest with his big hands.  He was so
innocent.  I stood up, my boner pulsing out stiff and ready for more.  I
didn't do anything, however.  I had been with enough boys like Stevey to
know that they needed time to adjust after their first orgasm with a boy.
Instead I briefly put my hand on his soft little shoulder blade.  He jumped
predictably, but I let my hand drop away immediately.  "Come on," I said,
nodding toward the shower.  "We need to get cleaned off."
	I turned and stepped into the shower and was a little surprised
when Stevey followed.  He didn't look as ashamed as he had, but he didn't
say anything either.  He didn't look so tough either; in fact, he didn't
look like much of anything apart from adorable, of course.  He looked calm
and relaxed, though he didn't look at me in the slightest.  Such an odd
boy.
	His cock dangled wonderfully as he moved, swinging between his legs
as if to tantalize me.  It was really pretty when soft, making me feel like
cuddling up with it rather than intensely filling me with a desire to
relieve it as it had before.  It looked almost too peaceful to ever get an
angry erection, so wonderful with his downy peach fuzz.  I was astonished
by how pretty it was, as if thinking that a penis that big could never look
pretty.  It was, though, it definitely was, and so was Stevey.
	There was only one shower head and the gangly boy and I took turns
beneath it.  We washed ourselves and didn't touch each other or speak at
all.  I watched him washing openly, but he didn't seem to look at me at
all; it felt almost like I wasn't there.  Still, he didn't seem to be
freaking out like many boys did and I felt good about that.  I figured it
was best just to keep quiet until he felt like talking.
	After washing our hair and getting completely clean, Stevey led the
way out of the shower, his big cock swinging like it had before.  My penis
had softened by this time too, but it was too little to be a hanger; just
lay there on my hairless scrotum like a child's.  He looked troubled as he
dried himself with one towel while I did the same with another.  I realized
that we didn't have any clean clothes with us and knew that that's what was
troubling him.
	Nonetheless, when he was reasonably dry, he wrapped the towel
around his skinny waist and stepped out into the room without
embarrassment.  He looked really cute with a towel around his waist, his
pale, thin body still naked up above.  Longing to look just like him, I did
the same and followed him out.
	"He's gone," Stevey's voice said simply, as if we hadn't just made
love with me in the bathroom.
	As I'd expected, Calvin had departed, leaving me alone with the
pubescent boy.  I wondered how Calvin had gotten to be so awfully clever,
but wished that he were there because I didn't feel too comfortable with
Stevey just then.  I felt small and innocent.  I always felt that way after
sex with a more mature boy.
	I wanted to say something really smart, but nothing came to mind.
After a moment, I said, "Yeah."  I couldn't take my eyes off of Stevey and
his bare chest and back as he went to the drawers and searched for clothes
with one hand, the other still holding the towel closed.  His pale skin and
gangly young body were adorable, looking, as smooth and as soft as a
baby's.  I loved the way his ribs and bones rippled along his skin as he
moved.  His slender feet looked huge as he plodded around on the thick
carpet.
	I felt sad when Stevey pulled out a pair of underwear and a pair of
shorts.  I wished he wanted to play some more.  The sight of his huge penis
swinging between his legs was indescribable.  I wished that he were one of
those boys who liked to go around naked: a lot of boys would be impressed
by his pubescent cock.
	"We could play some more," my childish voice said suddenly, longing
to keep him from hiding his wonderful manhood again.
	"What do you mean?" he said, almost sullenly as he leaned over to
step into his underwear.
	I blushed and looked away boyishly, glancing back up at his penis
hanging before he covered it up forever.  "You know," I shrugged my thin
shoulders.  "We could play with our penises some more."
	Stevey looked up at me with disgust, like I had to be out of my
mind, as if I hadn't felt all that sperm gushing from his penis head.  He
kind of pissed me off, so I did what any angry boy does: I attacked him.
	He was still leaning over, his underwear wrapped around his ankles
ready to pull them up.  My skinny, naked body flew across the room and dove
at him, sending him reeling back against the bed.  "Hey!" he screamed with
obvious anger.  "Knock it off!" he added, when I didn't stop.  We were
barely on the bed, about to fall off.  Stevey's smooth chest and belly were
rubbing against mine as I struggled to mount him.  I could feel his penis
flopping all over the place, banging against his thigh then mine and back
again.  Stevey's body was hard with ribs and little muscles, the boy
angrily trying to get me off him.  This wasn't too difficult: the most
exercise I usually got was running around the garden or having sex with
boys.  Stevey was strong!
	I felt his big hands grab hold of my biceps like vice grips.  I
even gasped a little because it did hurt.  I tried to giggle as he flung me
over, threw me back on the bed.
	"I said knock it off!" he said.  I'd hoped he'd at least wrestle
with me for awhile, but he let go of me immediately and sat down to pull
his underwear on.
	"No!" I said, forcing myself to giggle, though I was a little
afraid that he'd beat me up.  I pushed myself up and dove for him again, my
skinny arms wrapping around his neck.  My chest pressed against his thin
shoulders and I was delighted when I felt my naked penis rubbing against
his lower back.
	Stevey grabbed my arms as we fell off the foot of the bed and to
the floor.  It seemed like he was a dozen times stronger than me and I
could feel his boyish muscles rippling as he struggled, but I was
determined and held on, my penis rubbing against his smooth skin and butt.
	"Let's do it again," I begged, knowing that the boy would wrestle
away from me before long.  I tightened my grip on his neck and knew I was
hurting him, but I wasn't going to give up on him after all we had already
shared.  I didn't want him to become another Keith Feder, a boy who just
came to me when he was really horny.  I wanted Stevey to make love to me.
	"You psycho!" he gurgled through my choke hold.  I was expecting an
elbow blow to the ribs at any second, but it never came.  His huge hands
just kept trying to pull my arms away, rolling on the floor and delighting
me as my penis rubbed across his skin.  The struggling was exciting but it
kept me from getting an erection.
	"I love you, Stevey!" That's not a good thing to say to a pubescent
boy, but I thought he should know.
	"Let me go!" he gurgled back.
	"No!" I cried.
	Stevey let out a grunt and his strength seemed to double.  I felt
my grip on him loosening, felt his young arms pulling my arm lock apart.
He tripped with his underwear around his ankles, but still managed to whirl
his body around, his cock flying through the air and splatting against my
belly as he turned.
	"Stevey!" I cried, all ready to beg for mercy as his big hands
grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head.  He pushed me back on the
carpet and, as boys just naturally do, crawled on top of me.  He sat down
on my tummy, too far up for my little penis to rub against him anymore.
His penis was so big, however, that the circumcised head now rested on my
chest, between my nipples, huge head inches from my chin, boy slit looking
up at me like a big snake's eye.  He was leaning forward so his hands could
hold my wrists pinned back on the carpet, far over my head, and I got a
view of his body that could well have made me swoon with adoration.
Knowing that he would quit and try to get dressed if I stopped, I kept
struggling and the boy's young muscles rippled in his thin body as he
struggled back.
	"I said stop it'!" he said, his angry but adorable face only a few
inches above mine.  I squirmed underneath his weight and he probably
thought I was just fighting.  I wasn't.  Feeling his bare bottom rubbing
against my belly was great and the sight of his bones and muscles rippling
his skin as he counteracted was even greater.  He was surprisingly strong
but his arms were very skinny.  I could see smooth, pale, hairless skin on
his underarms and thought they looked pretty.  The nipples on his thin
chest were very small but they were swollen with puberty, as if anxiously
waiting for hormones to tell them to develop into breasts.  Farther down
his skinny body, his penis had no doubt of its gender, its naked head
rolling against my small chest, his large testicles feeling warm on my
belly.
	His cute face, flushed from exertion and embarrassment, looked
angry and the big hands that gripped my wrists and held them pressed
against the floor, felt like vices.  I adored him.
	"If you stop it," his childish voice said finally, "I'll let you
up."
	"So?" I said, suddenly contorting my skinny body and almost
spilling him off me before his ribs rippled along his abdomen and he
re-seated himself "Why won't you let me play with your penis some more?" I
whined.
	"Why?" he asked in angry disgust.
	As if he didn't know full well.  He was so virile and so
cream-filled for a twelve year old I was astonished he could keep from
raping every boy in the house, especially a boy as desired by others as I
was.  Most boys his age and with his level of hormones would beg to have
orgasms.  Stevey seemed to be afraid of them.
	"Come on," I whined further, still trying to wiggle out from under
him, "I know you like it."
	"I do not!" his high-pitched voice screeched, his hands gripping my
wrists tighter until they ached and my fingers started to feel cold.
	"Then why'd you cream all over me?" I asked.  It came out sounding
more accusatory than I'd meant and Stevey got angrier and more defensive.
I wasn't handling this well.
	Knowing I'd failed, I stopped struggling and lay limp and yielding
beneath his naked beauty.  I didn't even look down at the big, limp cock
laying on my chest, though I could actually feel its gifted weight as my
little chest rose and fell.  When Stevey realized I had given up, he let my
wrists go and stood.  His penis, hanging more than eight inches long now,
swung back and forth between his skinny legs and I could see the hairless
underside of his scrotum and butt as he turned away from me.  Even when he
was facing away, I could see his cock hanging between his thighs from
behind.
	He returned to the bed and started to pull his underwear on.
	I rolled over on my side unhappily, my little penis laying over but
still too small to touch my thigh.  I looked down at it and thought it
looked pretty... and disappointingly little.  I couldn't believe that
Stevey, with a penis much bigger than a full grown man's, didn't like
having his cock played with as much as I liked having mine played with.
	"The other boys like playing with their penises," I said softly.
	"They do not!" Stevey said in the same angry, disgusted voice, high
pitched though it was.  I let a moment pass as he stood and wiggled the
underwear up his phenomenally long, slender legs, watched his penis
swinging back and forth until the underwear reached it and the boy
awkwardly tucked it back inside, lost to me again.
	"They do so," I said, with the same soft, saddened certainty.
	I lay there in my naked, hairless boyhood, not speaking as Stevey
dressed.  He didn't say anything to me until he had almost finished tying
his shoes.
	"I'm going to the gym," he said firmly.  It didn't sound like an
invitation to join him; more like he was telling me that he expected me to
leave his room.  Instead, I just lay there picking at the carpet.  I didn't
even look up as his huge tennis shoes plodded their way across the room and
exited.  Even the way he walked echoed of puberty, the awkward, almost
stumbling gait of a boy whose legs had grown too fast for his brain to
control anymore.  I, of course, adored it.
	Despite my disappointment, I felt an odd excitement to be alone in
his room and I stood up feeling a little giddy.  For one thing I did have
something to feel happy about: we had done it, however, clumsy and awkward
it had been.  And, by all information I knew, I had been the first to
witness the intensity and passion of Stevey's twelve year old orgasm.  That
was something to feel good about.  For another, the room smelled like him.
Not quite as good, but close enough for me to remember the original thing
with great clarity.  There was the musty smell of his huge feet, the tangy
sweetness of his pubescent sweat, and just a hint of the musky aroma of his
semen.  They were the smells of puberty and I loved every bit of them.
	I didn't poke into the boy's drawers or anything personal like that
(even though he had left them open), but I did walk around and look at all
of his boyishly macho toys: guns, sports equipment, stuff like that.
Stevey looked so skinny and fragile that it was hard to think of him as an
athlete, but I figured he must have to do something to work off his
hormonal changes.  Within a few minutes, a great weariness overtook me.  I
had felt sleepy before, of course: it's hard to get a good night's sleep
when you have a kitten bouncing in and out of your bed all night long, but
I was beginning to feel exhausted.  Scarcely thinking about it, I went to
the young boy's bed and crawled in.
	Here, the smells of him were stronger.  Of all the smells, the one
of his pubescent semen grew most great, although it smelled a little stale.
I could feel a stiffness in the sheets and I knew that he had masturbated
here, leaving the flood of his precious seed to dry.  The eunuchs changed
the bedding every morning in Kovzland, (they pretty much had to with so
many hormone-charged kids around) which meant that Stevey must have jacked
off earlier that day; either that, or he somehow managed to miss the
morning maid service.  I didn't care.  I was very tired and the thought of
sleeping in the pleasant smell and thoughts of his sperm were quite
satisfying.
	I awoke some time later, uncertain how long it had been, and
instinctively remained still.  The lights were off and someone was moving
in the room close to me.  My heart started to race in my chest as I felt
the covers being lifted and felt the bed move as another body slowly
crawled in next to mine.  Though I was facing away, I knew it was Stevey.
I knew it was him because I could smell all the smells I had earlier that
day only now they were even more intense.  The boy had gone to the gym, but
he hadn't showered afterward.  His scent was overwhelmingly beautiful,
racing through my small nose and instantly filling me with desire again.  I
felt my hairless little penis stiffening between my legs, quickly pulsing
with an erection I could not control.  Nonetheless, I remained dead still,
forgetting to breathe in my desire not to do anything to make him think I
was awake.
	As soon as he was in, I felt the blankets lower again and he lay
there a few inches from me like a statue.  He didn't move or breathe any
more than I did.  This went on for several minutes, my little boner still
pulsing in answer to his pheromones.  In desire for him, I was just about
to turn so I could see his big penis as he slept.  I didn't get the chance,
however, for a pale orange glow suddenly grew around the bed; Stevey had a
flashlight.
	Slowly, so slowly that I might very well have slept through it if I
hadn't already been awake, I felt the blankets creeping down my shoulders,
felt them sliding down my rib cage.  My heart started beating so fast that
I could hear it and I felt certain that Stevey could too.  I wondered if he
was lowering the blankets so he could masturbate or if he actually wanted
to see me naked again, begging for it to be the latter.  As I felt him
turning toward me and lifting himself on an elbow, heard the nervous,
frightened, excited panting of his boyish breath, I knew that I had won.
	Fighting against his own clumsiness, the young boy's big hand
gently and slowly slid the blanket down over my hip and even more slowly
down to my hairless thighs.  If I hadn't been laying on my side facing away
from him, he would have had a big eyeful of my stiff erection.  From where
he lay, all he could see was my butt.  He lay there very still for a
moment, either waiting to make sure I was going to sleep through it or
feeling frustrated that he couldn't see more.  I could feel him awkwardly
trying to crawl closer so he could look around my body, his breath coming
in ragged pants that he was doing his best to silence.
	Willing and eager to help him, I pretended to be tossing in my
sleep and rolled over on my back.  My shoulder and upper arm touched his
chest, rubbed down the baby soft skin before finding the dry remains of his
afternoon fantasy on the sheets.  Stevey let out a gasp of shock and fear,
then resumed his rhythmic panting.  I could feel his eyes on my face,
looking for any sign that I had awakened.  I kept them closed, however,
and, after a long moment to be sure, I felt his eyes moving down my little
chest, over my smooth belly, and finally coming to rest on my hairless
boner.  His panting quickened instantly, the poor boy filled with fear, but
excitement, too, at the prospect of looking at a sleeping boy's penis.  I
had done it before; I knew how exciting it was to be so sneaky.
	I was really sporting a boner and I could feel it pulsing up and
down between my legs, imagined how pretty it looked in the orange light,
surrounded by nothing but smooth, pink, hairless boy skin.  I didn't think
for a moment that Stevey would get suspicious about me being asleep because
of my erection: twelve year old boys know that boys get erections in their
sleep; most twelve year olds think boys have erections all night long.
Many of them do.  See, when you're twelve, every time you wake up, whether
it's in the morning or sometime in the night, you always have an erection.
The conclusion is sound, even though some people doubt it.
	The room wasn't cool.  It was very warm.  Still, Stevey was warmer.
His body was sending off a steady wave of warmth and the warmth was filled
with his seductive scent.  I could feel that warmth from my face to my toes
in perfect uniform fashion and I knew that he was as naked as I was.  There
was even a warmer place near my hip and I knew his huge penis was throbbing
very near to me.
	How does one describe the intensity of a pubescent boy's smell.  It
seems impossible.  Nature, in his infinite wisdom, decided that young boys
should be attractive to mates.  He gave them these pheromones to attract
one and the pheromones are released, unconsciously by the boy, through
every pour in his body.  When the boy is twelve years old or at whatever
age he happens to be when he reaches puberty, these pheromones come most
readily through his underarms which, at this stage of life, are still
smooth and hairless.  He has a different body odor from an adult, a sweet,
almost intoxicating odor.  His feet give off a similar scent, but it
usually seems less appealing because it becomes stale if he wears shoes all
the time.  When you recognize the meaning, however, even pubescent feet
smell wonderful.  Finally, he sweats between his legs.  This isn't near so
powerful until his testicles begin producing sperm.  Once they do, his
scrotum and penis exude a potent and exotic aroma that urge sexual
intercourse with everyone they come across.  Such is how the Kovz Boy
species continues and how our society was formed.  In Kovzland, it's
difficult to understand why any society would tell boys at this age that
they shouldn't have sex.  Their bodies are positively begging for it.
	I didn't know if Stevey smelled any better than most other boys his
age did, but he certainly didn't smell worse.  Laying there with my eyes
closed, my small, pale body bathed in the orange glow from his flashlight,
I was totally under the boy's hormonal power.  I would do anything he asked
accept refuse sex with him.  His body was sending mine a message and my
body could not refuse to answer it.
	I was struggling to keep from panting as excitedly as Stevey was.
Though I couldn't see him, his eyes were like fingers, probing my testicles
and erection then quickly and nervously flicking across my eyelids.  This
was near Heaven.
	Heaven came when I felt him moving and in the heat of my desire for
him I couldn't repress a little cry of excitement when his trembling,
frightened fingertips first touched my hairless penis.  His eyes instantly
shot to mine, but I just lay there still pretending to be asleep.  Kovz,
how excited he must be getting.  As he watched my eyelids intently, his
fingertips rested against my throbbing three inch penis and it almost felt
like I would have an orgasm with just that contact.
	Of course, he was trembling so much that it almost felt like he was
rubbing on my little erection, so it wasn't too surprising that it felt so
good.  What a wonderful boy.  Between his scent and his magic, virgin
touch, I have no idea how I kept still.
	When he was satisfied that he hadn't been discovered, his eyes
looked down my skinny body and again gazed at my penis.  The fright had
forced him to quiet his panting but I could still hear his breath as his
trembling fingertips reached around my boy cock and ever so gently felt
across the smooth, hairless skin surrounding it.  This was where my skin
was the softest, there on my pubic mound, still too young for even a single
silver hair of peach fuzz.  Stevey's fingers caressed it with adoration.
Like many twelve year old boys, he seemed to relish the hairless beauty of
younger boys' penises, penises still too young to be as ravaged by
unfamiliar hormones as his was.
	I could feel my chest rising and falling for air and I was
struggling not to moan my pleasure.  Being felt down there, especially by a
boy as sweet and loving as Stevey was being felt magnificent.  My penis was
pulsing with my heartbeat and I could feel the shiny, swollen little head
rubbing against Stevey's hand as it throbbed.  Tenderly, the curious boy's
fingertips slipped down until they could pet my testicles, the small, round
balls held close to my body by my hairless scrotum.  I was so horny I could
scream.
	He felt around my boy cock for a couple of minutes without getting
bored and I dared to open one of my eyes to look at him.  In the orange
glow of the flashlight, he looked like a pubescent Adonis, his little chest
and long legs looking smooth and as soft as velvet.  In the faint shadows
of the light, I could more easily see the small mounds of his chest and the
puberty of his tiny, swollen little nipples.  He still looked very thin, of
course, but the light showed the soft mounds against the rippling of his
ribs below.  His belly button still looked very little, even though it was
dark in shadow.
	I could actually see the long fingers of the boy's hand trembling
as he let his fingertips gently pet the baby soft skin surrounding my stiff
boyhood.  His hand looked even larger against his long skinny arm, and I
could make out little veins bulging with his excitement.  Far down, free of
the blanket, I could see his huge feet at the end of his extremely long,
hairless legs.  They looked like they were at least a size twelve, huge on
a boy who was just five feet tall.  His knee caps were knobby, like mine.
Just above and below them his thighs and shins ran in smooth, hairless
perfection, the mark of a pure Kovz Boy.
	What I stared at mostly, of course, was his huge thirteen inch
penis.  Kovz, it was BIG, looking even bigger on his gangly, immature body.
I remembered watching Tony impaling himself on Tommy Wilde's penis.
Tommy's was a couple of inches shorter than Stevey's, but it was thicker.
Stevey's was slender for its long length, though still much thicker than my
little boyhood, or even a normal man's.  As long as Stevey's fingers were,
I imagined his cock fit nicely into his fist when he masturbated.  In the
light, it looked very smooth, almost silky, though I could make out a large
vein pulsing along the top of it and two or three other veins bulging
around the sides.  His big, purple penis head was shining as brightly as
mine, which is to say that I could probably see my reflection in it if I
got close enough.  It formed a firm knob at the end of his long shaft, just
big enough to fit comfortably in my small hand.  His scrotum was big enough
to hold his mature testicles, but still had the thick, smooth, pale
appearance of a child's.  His balls were completely hairless as was his
skinny belly and the thin thighs that ran below them.  I swallowed
nervously as I gazed at its magnificent size and, as always, at the pretty
little circle of young, baby fine little hairs around the base.  These
looked so pretty in the glowing light that I felt my mouth fall open
involuntarily so I could breathe.  As said before, they had taken on the
darker color of manhood, but were still as downy soft and immature as a
young boy with a much smaller penis.
	I felt Stevey's whole body jerk with a start and he pulled his hand
back immediately.  I looked up into his cute young face and my eyes met
his.
	The twelve year old was so surprised and so embarrassed that he
didn't move farther, just lay there naked and on his side, his huge cock
throbbing up and down along his belly.  I looked into his eyes with almost
painful affection and he looked back with what was an emotionless look, but
also one mixed with shame, fear, pain and desire.  His whole body was
trembling with fear or passion, I didn't know which.
	I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I wanted him as badly
as he appeared to want me, but I just couldn't make the words come to my
mouth.  Instead, I reached out my small hand and lay it lightly on his
flat, little pubescent chest.  He didn't move in the slightest as I
tenderly caressed his baby soft skin, gently rubbing my hand over the small
mounds of muscle, feeling his hard, swollen nipples against my palm.  Even
to a small boy like me, his chest felt small, almost childish.  It was hard
from his ribs and his scarce muscles did little to make the little bones
feel softer.  Only his pale, perfect skin attested to his immature age.
	Stevey swallowed and his mouth fell open like mine.  I could feel
his chest rising and falling as he breathed, felt the nervous pounding of
his young heart.  As I continued to pet his smooth body, his eyes looked
down at my penis again.  Trembling from head to toe, he reached out his
hand and again began feeling around my hairless pubic mound.  I panted a
little louder, his nervous tenderness filling me with an intense desire for
an orgasm with him.  I wanted to hug and kiss him, but he didn't seem like
the type of boy who liked to cuddle.  Instead, I just rubbed his chest,
eventually probing his underarm and feeling the smooth, hairless skin that
covered them.  There was a slight moistness to them: the sweet perfume of
his puberty.
	I panted louder when Stevey's long fingers took hold of my small,
three inch cock.  He seemed fully aware of what he was doing to me and I
felt his fingertips gently squeezing my erection, ever so tenderly tugging
on it and pulling the tight skin on it up until I let out a childish
whimper of pleasure.  His face filled with innocent wonder and, blushing a
bright crimson, he looked up into my pleasure filled face.  Slowly, he
pulled the tight fitting skin lower, then pulled it up again, all the while
gazing into my eyes for my reaction.  I let out a long moan followed by the
high-pitched whimpers that felt so natural when I was really excited and
Stevey's fumbling, nervous pubescent innocence did make me really excited.
	I could almost feel the rock hard cock between his legs pressing
against my belly again and I longed to crawl on top of him and rub on it
until he ejaculated like he had earlier, but I felt so helpless beneath his
awkward fondling of my hairless erection.  I gazed down at his penis
instead, still whimpering as I beheld its throbbing magnificence.  It was
astonishment to see a penis that big looking so hard.  His knobby penis
head seemed to radiate a red glow of sensitivity, brightly reflecting the
light, slit gaping open as if it would start spraying his immature sperm
any second.  The incredibly long shaft looked beautiful and the slender
veins that bulged around it gave it an even greater aura of strength and
virility.  Most beautiful of all was the innocent, almost childish bush of
his baby soft little peach fuzz.  It looked softer than kitten's fur and
covered such a little circle around the base of his massive cock that it
seemed almost comical. I couldn't believe a boy so young and innocent could
have a penis so huge and one so eager for attention that it practically
drove him crazy with desire.
	He was still masturbating my much smaller penis with rhythmic
uncertainty and I could feel his long fingers awkwardly tugging between my
legs.  It felt really good but for some reason I didn't feel any closer to
orgasm.  I was pretty sure that it was just because I was so enamored of
his huge penis that I couldn't think clearly about my own.  It was as if
the size of his made mine feel almost insignificant.  I wondered if his
penis had always been so much bigger than the other boys or if it was
smaller when he was a little boy, perhaps even smaller than mine.  Maybe my
own penis was poised for its entry to puberty and would grow to such a
beautiful size when I was older.  I didn't know.  Watching his throbbing
straight out like living rock, however, I knew I couldn't keep from
touching it any longer.  Fearing that I might scare him, I slowly slid the
palm of my hand down his small boy chest and closer to his cock.
	His penis was so big that the head rubbed against the back of my
hand as soon as it moved below the slight ridge of his muscles and tiny,
swollen nipples.  He let out a startled cry and stopped rubbing my
boyhood. Just lay there in nervous terror, watching as I moved my hand
lower.  His belly was shivering convulsively as I rubbed over it, the
throbbing hardness of his penis throbbing against the back of my hand as if
demanding I give it all my attention immediately.  That was something I was
more than eager to do.  I didn't want to move too quickly for it, however,
lest a scare the nervous twelve year old.
	I was still whimpering from my own excitement when I finally felt
the little hairs between his legs beneath my fingertips.  They were so fine
and childish that I scarcely felt them.  It was almost like I was still
rubbing his bare skin.  They didn't have any stiffness in them at all and
even rubbing backward on them seemed to not trouble them in the least.  I
doubted if even Stevey could feel them.  He laid there silent and unmoving
as my small hand rubbed near his cock.  He was probably ready to accept
direct contact now, but his man-sized testicles were pulled in tightly by
his thick scrotum and I was so enchanted by their hairless beauty that I
wanted to feel them too.
	The smooth skin of his scrotum felt almost as soft as his belly
did.  It didn't seem to be growing any thinner with puberty, as if his
scrotum was still a child's.  Like his baby fuzz compared to his huge cock,
his scrotum seemed to defy the obvious maturity of his testicles.  I slid
my fingers down into the warm, hairless crevice between his scrotum and
thigh before slowly sliding my fingertips over the oval shaped balls
beneath.  Each of his testicles as big enough to fit neatly into my young
hands.  All the while I was holding them, my wrist and arm were
inadvertently touching his rock hard cock and every time they chanced to
touch his swollen penis head I could feel Stevey's gangly body jerk
nervously.  He was so primed.
	Still, the young boy didn't move.  The feel of my erection in his
trembling fingers was still nice, however, and I didn't feel at all
concerned about him rubbing on it.  I glanced up into his face and it was
filled with confusion, fear and desire as he stared down at his penis.
Kovz, he was adorable.  Slowly I let my hand straighten out and let my palm
come to rest on top of his scrotum, feeling the hard contours of his
testicles underneath the warm skin.  They were ready and eager to unload
his precious cargo of semen and I knew that I was soon to become a part of
the stains on his sheets.
	I watched as my hand, looking smaller beside his thirteen inch
boner, slowly slid upward, felt the lowest inches of his cock passing
beneath my palm.  I couldn't believe how hard he was.  I mean, a little
penis like mine was easy to make as hard as rock.  A boy like Stevey would
need a heart the size of a mountain to keep a penis that big so hard.
However his young body managed it, his penis was straight and hard and
excited.  Even so close to the base I could feel it throbbing powerfully,
as if rhythmically coaxing his desires into my hand.
	He started panting as I slid higher and I thought he was so
adorable that I felt like crying in love for his immature sexuality.  As it
was, I knew what he needed and I was more than eager to give it to him.  By
the time I finally reached the hard, shiny ridge of his penis head, I knew
he was all mine.
	Stevey was excited.  He may have been pretty quiet compared to most
of the other boys I'd been with, but the tenseness of his skinny body and
the desperate look in his eyes were enough to tell me that he couldn't hold
out for long.  He was so excited that I half expected his penis to start
spraying boy sperm all over the place at any second.  His pubescent
hormones were so overpowering his young body that the poor boy could do
nothing to stop me even if he did want to. When I sat up, therefore, I
wasn't surprised that all he could do was lay back on the bed, his naked
body there before me like an altar, its god towering above like a monolith.
His skinny arms were bent and half-raised over his head, his small hairless
underarms exposed to the sky, radiating his pubescent scent like a lure.
	I took hold of his cock as I sat up, feeling the rhythmic pulses
from deep in his body, feeling the warmth and life driving it forward with
desire.  As I'd expected, my hand could not encircle all of it.  Though it
was slender considering its length, it was a lot thicker than my little
boyhood.  I'd come to believe that a boy's hand was made just large enough
to hold his own erection; Stevey, with his long fingers, could have made a
very nice fist around his big penis; I couldn't come close.  It didn't
matter, though: I could still feel the loose layer of skin covering it
moving with my grip and I knew that I was boy enough to please him.
Besides that, I was pretty sure I could fit all of his glorious penis head
in my mouth and I was equally sure that that would be about all it would
take to get his body to give up its pubescent treasure.  He seemed so young
and innocent, even the lingering tough-boy image of his face doing little
to belie his total vulnerability.  Holding to his young manhood, moving my
face closer to the shiny purple head, I almost felt like giggling.  The
poor boy was helpless to resist.  Kovz, I loved pubescent boys.  They were
so easy.
	Through the corner of my eyes I was extremely aware of the
beautiful boy laying sprawled out before me.  Though the focus of my gaze
was now full on his foot long organ, I could still see the long, gangly
legs sprawled out below and the thin, vulnerable chest exposed up above.
Even staring at his penis I could fully see his skinny abdomen and rib cage
for the simple reason that his cock was sticking out directly above them.
He was such a child and yet such a man.  Exquisite.
	I don't think Stevey was prepared for what I did next.  He was
laying there as if waiting for his penis to squirt, almost forgetting that
I was even there to some degree.  I don't think he caught on as my boyish
face moved closer to his knobby penis head, as my slimy tongue slipped out
and licked my lips.  He was already panting frantically, barely audible,
rare whimpers sounding from his little chest.  I don't think he even knew
what I was doing.  When my slimy lips quickly and easily engulfed his penis
head, however, and the round, hardness of his excited cock slipped onto my
warm tongue, he responded immediately.
	The cry that sounded from him was almost terror.  His mouth dropped
open in shock and the look in his eyes was pure astonishment.  I didn't
give him a chance to back out.  As soon as his skinny abdomen and ribs
rippled as he sat up, my free hand instantly shot to them, stroked them,
gently pressed his young body back on the bed.  This was the critical
moment, for it gave his hormones and his penis time to reassert themselves:
yeah, it looks weird to have your penis sticking into another boy's
mouth... but doesn't it feel good?
	He subdued his cries and, though he still stared at his penis in
shock and terror, he made no further effort to resist.  That was good
because I definitely wasn't eager to let his penis head go, not when all
that boyish sperm was so primed for ejaculation.  As I felt his skinny
young body partially relax, I started stroking supportively on his belly,
adoring the soft perfection of his skin even as I closed my eyes and
worshipped the magnificence of his penis.  Even a foot away from his pubic
mound, the sweet smell of his puberty was filling my nose, the musky,
half-sperm, half-sweat smell of his hormones.  I was in heaven.
	To my surprise, I was able to slide a little bit of his shaft into
my mouth and my lips wrapped around it about a half inch down from his
penis head.  I still held a big chunk of his penis in my hand, but I didn't
masturbate him: I didn't think he needed any further pressure to hurry the
pleasure along.  Kovz, he was such a sweet boy.  I neither sucked on his
penis head nor slid it in and out my lips.  Instead, my tongue slowly and
lovingly slid around it, gently coaxing it, knowing that it would give up
his orgasm all too soon anyway.
	As hard as his cock was and as agitated as his young body looked, I
don't know how the twelve year old boy kept quiet.  He was gasping very
rapidly, almost pathetically, but he didn't cry out or moan like most boys
his age did.  Boys that age don't usually even think about being quiet.
Stevey was so young and so innocent that he didn't seem to think about
anything else.  It was as if he thought someone was right outside the door
waiting to hear him in his moment of pleasure.  Nonetheless, as the
glorious moment grew closer, his gasps became more ragged, more pathetic,
as if he was afraid to even let the sound be know.  As that was happening I
watched his skinny body growing tighter, striving to control itself,
almost, it seemed, fighting to keep the cork on the bottle and not let the
genie out.  The genie was going to come, however, and so was Stevey.
	In the last few moments before his climax, the poor, frightened
boy's adorable body became so stiff and so distorted from tension that I
thought his little bones would break.  His ribs were poking clearly out
along his torso, even out at his boyish little chest.  His long, skinny
legs were shivering convulsively and sticking out so hard that his heels
rose off the bed and his skinny thighs rippled with muscle.  Even his thin
arms finally dropped closer to his body, took hold of his small chest, held
him so tightly that they rippled along the forearms as if struggling to
contain all the pleasure inside him.  I could have told him: No can do,
kid: you're going to the mountain top.
	As he climaxed, his childish, high-pitched voice did make several
pathetic little cries through all his tension, as if all the frantic
contortions in his skinny little body just weren't enough to contain how
good it felt.  His face was a distorted mask, as if he were filled with
intense pain, his beautiful eyes clenched tightly shut, his teeth clenched
so tightly that his skinny neck bulged with muscles and veins.
	When the rhythmic explosion of pleasure erupted between his legs,
his body was so tight that the powerful bucking of his passion was like
desperately controlled jerks.  Even with all his repression, his entire
body shuddered madly and helplessly.  When I first felt the warm, slimy
glory of sperm shooting from his penis head it was during one of the
intense dramas of the jerks of his skinny body.  Thereafter, every time the
jolt ran through him, his penis squirted again and his slender hips bucked
outward with scarcely contained passion.
	I had sucked off many boys before who bucked so frantically that I
could barely keep their penises in my mouth.  I had no doubt that Stevey
was having a much more powerful orgasm than them.  He was repressing so
much of it, however, that I had little trouble holding the round head
between my lips.  Every time his huge penis shot a long stream of his
semen, I struggled to swallow it before the next time.  I did fairly well
at this at first, but the boy was so virile and his ejaculations were so
strong that by the fifth or sixth time I lost control; his twelve year old
sperm filled my mouth and erupted between my lips quickly coating my chin
and dripping down into his soft peach fuzz.  I didn't worry too much about
it because by that time my mouth and brain had had time to taste him.
	His sperm was more mature than Ian's or Keith's, more mature than
most boys our age; nonetheless, it was much less mature than Terry's or the
other older boy's.  It felt as slimy as theirs, but was sweeter.  The thing
that struck me most, I suppose, was that I could practically feel the
little tadpoles of his sperm filling my mouth, running down my throat,
swimming around in search of my innards.
	Stevey ejaculated nine or ten times before the reservoir in his
testicles had adequately drained themselves.  It was the most sperm a boy
had ever ejaculated in my mouth before and I found it intensely exciting.
The hairless little boner between my legs seemed to sense the magnificence
of the moment for it seemed on the verge of an orgasm itself.  As Stevey's
pubescent needs were filled however, his thoughts seemed to turn quickly
toward shame and guilt rather than the desires of his hairless little
lover.
	Only a moment went by once his ejaculations stopped.  Still
swallowing the last of his sperm, I felt my small hand gripping his big
penis shaft tighter and squeezing the last, sweet drops out his penis head.
Almost as soon as I'd reached the end, Stevey's shame reached its peak.
	The boy pulled his cock from my mouth so quickly that he was lucky
I didn't bite it inadvertently.  With his sperm running down my chin and
neck and two trails of it trickling down my little chest, I looked at the
pretty, naked boy in confusion.  He didn't look back, however.  His slimy
penis lay against his belly now, softening slowly, and he tried to grab the
blankets to cover himself.  When he realized that I was blocking the
blankets by sitting there on my feet, he gave up and turned away, grabbing
the pillow and turning his back to me.
	I sat there gazing at him for a long time.  The hairless little
boner between my legs was still throbbing expectantly and I wanted him to
make love to it, perhaps even suck it, so badly that I almost didn't want
to give up.  When you love boys as young as Stevey, however, you learn to
be patient and understanding.  With all the boys available to me, it didn't
seem to matter whether or not each of them pleased me.  In a kind of back
door way, I had pleased Stevey.  I could wait for him to understand it.
	I sat there for a long moment looking at him.  He looked just as
skinny with his back turned to me as he had with his chest.  His shoulders
and abdomen ran straight up and down and the sharp edges of his shoulder
blades poked out at smooth, pale pink skin.  His vertebrae also poked out,
softening near his sides where the skin looked as soft as silk.  I let out
a slight smile when I saw his small, round bottom.  He was so innocent.  He
thought that turning his penis away from me would hide all of his sexual
possibilities.  I smiled at his pale bottom and knew that I was going to
show him more some day.
	But not today...
	He was too young and too embarrassed by his sexually to use that
way.  Besides that, he was certainly strong enough to kick my ass if I
tried.  So I didn't.  Instead, I reached around his naked body and turned
the flashlight off.  In the darkness, I took hold of the blankets as I lay
down and pulled them up over us.  Stevey didn't move, feigning sleep.  I
knew he wasn't asleep.  After an orgasm like that, he had a lot of things
to think about.
	I felt a little sad and a little happy at the same time.  I was a
patient boy, however, and I could afford to wait.  Laying there naked with
him, in the same bed, the starched effect of his dried sperm against my
side and the fresh taste of it on my tongue were nice things.  Better
things could wait.
	In the pitch darkness of the room, hearing skinny little Stevey
breathing rhythmically still feigning sleep I felt certain), I said into
the darkness, "I love you, Stevey.  "
	Several minutes later, as I drifted slowly off to sleep myself,
Stevey adjusted the blankets around his small, naked body so that he could
sleep more comfortably.