The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Eighteen: Boyfriends About a week after Stevey and I stopped mating, my penis started absorbing my attention again. I had, of course, done my duties with Ian and sucked on his flaming erection every day and the kitten was as happy and contented as he had ever been, purring childishly as he squirt his immature seed in my mouth. Nonetheless, I didn't feel all that horny myself and hadn't abused his little butt hole or mouth in all that time. I didn't even rub on my boyhood. It just didn't seem all that important. As prepubescent hormones started rising in my young body again, however, the desire to make love to another boy started to seem more and more urgent. I awoke one morning with a throbbing little erection poking out at my sheets. I looked down at it for a long time, watching the little mound where my penis head was pulsing rhythmically up and down. It was so hard and so excited that I knew it wasn't going to go away by itself and I thought about jerking off real bad. I liked masturbating. It was fun and felt really good. But what I really liked was the feel of a naked boy's baby soft skin rubbing against mine, the sound of his voice as he moaned and shuddered with orgasm. That was more fun than rubbing a hairless little erection any day. But Ian was no where in sight. Since my return, the kitten seemed to wander in and out all the time, exploring the palace, allowing new boys to play with his penis and make it spit out his thin seed. It didn't matter too much: there were always a lot of cute boys in the palace and I knew I wouldn't have to search for long before I found one who wanted to play with me. There was no question about where to go: one of the guest showers. The permanent residents had private showers and baths in their apartments, of course, but the guest rooms didn't have anything. Boys who were spending the night in the palace, therefore, would trudge to the shower closest to their room. I kind of envied them that chance to wave their cocks around naked if they wanted to, or to go to the showers and look at other naked boys. I was permitted to use the showers myself, of course, but when a permanent resident appeared in the public showers it was like an announcement that he wanted to play with one of the boys there or, at any rate, that he was there to look at their penises. Announcements like that always embarrassed me a great deal. Still, my penis was really hard and I knew I'd find some of the guests in the showers. Unlike many of the guests, I put on a bathrobe to conceal my hairless little body as I walked to the bathroom. Most boys who came to the palace only did it to have sex and, unless they were a shy boy from Blue or Gray, they liked letting boys see them naked. Still, there were a lot of shyer boys too and I didn't look too out of place as I walked down the spiral stairs to the floor below mine. This floor had more than a hundred guest rooms as well as play rooms, kitchens and bathrooms to accommodate all of them. The Royal Family's greatest benefit to living in the palace was their ability to go down to one of the guest play rooms any night of the week and join in an orgy with new boys. That early in the morning, there weren't likely to be any boys in the play rooms and I was eager to get to the showers anyway. I opened the door and could hear the showers running already, sure sign that a naked boy was only a few feet away. My penis throbbed expectantly. Blushing a little at my erection, I untied my robe and pulled it back over my thin shoulders, my little chest and rib cage pressing through it and my skinny body bared to the air. My three inch boner was pulsing like a Geiger counter, the pale shaft glowing red and the little purple head shining with prepubescent excitement. It knew that orgasm was soon to follow and it was more than ready. Below it, my round balls hung slightly in their pale pink scrotum, looking all the more innocent surrounded by smooth, baby soft white skin. What boy wouldn't want to play with an erection so pretty? Still feeling very bashful, I hung my robe on one of the hooks at boy-level and stepped toward the shower. It was big enough for eight boys, but only two were there and both of them were huddled together beneath one shower head. They hadn't heard me enter and I was delighted to see both of them looking down at their penises with boyish smiles on their faces and occasional little giggles echoing between the tiles. I had seen the boys before. After mating with Stevey started to wear off and we started to go outside the room again, I had seen these two boys walking around together very affectionately. It had been obvious then that they had been mating as urgently and frenetically as Stevey and I had and to see that they were still together made me feel good somehow. Neither of them had erections, a fact that made me feel even more embarrassed by my own turgid boyhood, but, like any boy their age, they were adorable and I wondered if they would let an immature boy like me play with them. They were both about twelve years old and both were about the same height. They weren't touching their organs but the childish giggles between their lips made it seem like they were eager to start touching them real soon. I wasn't sure what they were doing in examining their limp penises, but I was more than eager to look, too. One of the boys was plainly more mature than the other. His penis looked a little bigger, but, as for that, neither of them were big enough to dangle yet and they both lay hanging on smooth, round scrotums that contained their young testicles. The more mature boy was circumcised and his young penis head lay against his scrotum in naked beauty. He had a brown head, but the rest of his penis and body were pale like mine. He looked more mature because he had a distinguished little bush of sparse pubic hairs surrounding his boyhood. They weren't real long or mature, but they were more than little boy hairs and they did make a pretty little collar of soft hair where his smooth skin might have been. His pubic hairs made his small penis look enchanting and I found myself imagining the feel of those little hairs tickling my upper lip as I sucked his cock. The other boy looked just as old as the first, but his penis hadn't been changed as much by puberty as the first. Oh, it did look about the same size, but the boy didn't have any pubic hair. His boy cock was uncircumcised and his purple penis head poked just a little bit from the fleshy fold of his foreskin. Being uncircumcised made his cock look more comfortable than the first boy's, as if his foreskin were a smooth, warm blanket, snuggling his penis against his young scrotum. Despite the lack of pubic hair, the boy had sprouted a downy little bush of silver peach fuzz, testifying that his young body was eager to catch up to his friend in puberty. Even though neither of the boys were erect, there was a sexual feel in the air like static electricity, as if their cocks were eager and willing to spring into erection with a hair trigger response. Maybe all twelve year old boys are like that anyway, or maybe it was just the frantic desires between my own legs, but just the sight of them huddling together beneath the shower was filled with sexuality. They were in some form of foreplay, I concluded, and showering together was just their prelude to another long bout of sucking cock and butt fucking. I almost grinned at how much that pleased me, but I fought down the desire and managed to cross the shower to a free space. As I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm, I heard the boys falling silent and could almost feel them gesturing over at me. I felt embarrassed as ever, but didn't turn around. Although I should have learned better by now, I still had the awkward fear that they would laugh at me when they saw that I had a boner. I stepped under the spray and felt silly. "Hi," one of the boys said behind me. The voice sounded a little crackly, as if it was starting to change from its childhood soprano, and I figured it was the more mature of the boys. I looked over my shoulder and smiled bashfully at them, still too bashful to turn and let them see my throbbing little dick. The looks on each of their faces proved that the more mature boy had spoken. He was looking at me and smiling, openly letting his eyes gaze down my skinny, naked back and bottom. The less mature boy had a serious look on his face. He was standing directly in front of the shower, letting it strike his bare chest and run down his smooth body. "Hi," I said boyishly, blushing and turning back to my shower. My mind was filled with the image of the second boy's body. I'd been so enchanted by their boy cocks that I hadn't realized that the second boy had the body of a god. Muscular bodies were fairly common on the island, but they were usually on fifteen year olds or older boys. Most twelve and thirteen year olds were just straight up and down skinny, but this boy's chest, even his arms, swelled visibly with hard muscle. Even his shoulders looked a little broader than a boy of his maturity would normally have. Despite his build, however, his skin still looked as soft and smooth as a child's, tanned, as it was, a beautiful brown color. He had been looking at me as openly as the first boy was, his eyes moving from my naked body to my bashful face. "You're Kelvin, aren't you?" the boy asked, and this time I could hear his voice crack. I turned and looked back at them over my shoulder, glad for the excuse. I nodded, my eyes confirming the beauty of the other boy's body. The more mature boy had a cute body, too, but not near as much as the other. He had a little baby fat; not enough to role or anything like that, but just enough to make his skin and body look even softer, enough to hide his rib cage a little. He had a body that looked nice to lay on top of and hump gently. The other boy's looked like one you'd like to feel flexing and straining to shove his erection inside you. Boy's bodies conjured up images like that in my mind. "My name's Steve," the more mature boy smiled at me, again looking down my body, smiling back into my face to tell me that he wanted me. Kovz, I thought, another Steve? Already? This Steve didn't seem at all like my Stevey, though. He was horny and he wanted me to know it. "I'm Darren," the other boy provided. He smiled as he spoke, his eyes locked on mine, and I was relieved that he wasn't a tough punk like I was starting to think he was. Ms voice, as expected, was still a high pitched, immature soprano and he didn't try to make it sound tough at all. "Hi," I said again, blushing and smiling a little, turning away from them when I thought I was being too obvious in my interest in them. They seemed to want to play with me, but they could just be curious about seeing a Guardian in the buff. The last thing I needed was to be rejected for pursuing a boy who didn't really want to play with me. "What house are you guys in?" I asked. I had only asked to keep them talking with me, but I realized how the question must have sounded when Darren responded. "I'm in Green," he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "And Steve's in Purple." See, to any boy with any experience at all, asking what house another boy was in was like asking him how eager he was for sex: Baby Blue or Blue meant he'd be a bit of a challenge, Green and Purple meant that he was ready and willing. The way it came out, I had asked them if I should invite them to my room for sex and Darren had replied, "Why your room? Let's do it right here." If I had any doubt that that's what they thought, I lost it when I heard Steve giggle. "You were mating with that boy in Baby Blue, weren't you?" Darren asked after giggling a second with Steve. I nodded, my face beat red and feeling ashamed that they thought I was so forward. "Darren and I were mating," Steve said, a little proudly I thought. "Now we're just playing together." I tried to think of something innocent to say, but I couldn't so I just nodded. This was as bad as saying, "Oh, that's nice," and then leaving them alone. I was distinctly aware of the little flagpole between my legs throbbing eagerly. Kovz, Darren and Steve were adorable! Why didn't I just turn around and show them how eager I was to play with them? "You have a boner, don't you?" I heard Darren asking with a giggle and heard Steve's giggle right after. Again I tried to think of something smart and witty to say, but again I drew a blank. Kovz, why did childhood have to be so confusing? "Don't be shy," Steve said with tenderness, though I could hear the grin in his voice. More than that, I could hear his overgrown feet plodding through the puddles toward me. I stood there under the shower spray and felt my heart starting to pound with terror. Kovz! This is what I wanted to have happen. Kovz! My penis was pleading for the boys! Stop being such a baby! I didn't have time to override my childish caution, however, because I could already feel Steve's hand on my shoulder. "Come on," he said with gentle admonishment. "Let us see it..." I could feel him pulling my shoulder around gently. I could have fought him, but instead I turned bashfully, looking down at my hairless erection and blushing brightly. Steve kept his hand on my shoulder as he smiled down at the small boyhood pulsing between my legs and I could see Darren coming closer, too. A couple of seconds must have past because it felt like an eternity, and neither of the boys had said how pretty I was. When I looked up, however, they were both grinning at my excited little cock and I knew they liked it. As Darren's godlike, twelve year old body came near, I felt my body shudder as he lifted a hand and laid it pressed against the side of my belly. "Do you want to come to our room and play?" he asked. I blushed and smiled despite myself There was little chance of being coy with these boys; they could see the desire sticking out between my legs without hope for deception. "Yeah, he does," Steve giggled, seeing my bashful response. I smiled bigger and he had all the confirmation he needed. "Do you need to finish your shower?" Darren asked, and I felt his hand squeeze my belly a little. This was the secret way of asking if some boy had squirt sperm all over you and you needed to wash it off. I shook my head shyly, the secret way of saying that I hadn't slept with a boy for several days. "Then come on," Steve grinned, letting go of my shoulder. I turned the shower off and heard Darren doing the same with theirs. The three of us met at the shower exit and the young boys let me go first. I went straight to my robe and boyishly pulled it down from the hook. The other boys waited patiently, smiling as I squirmed it over my shoulders and tied the front shut. They were surprisingly nice as we walked to their room and neither of them put their arm around me or touched me, a common way of declaring to anyone around that you were about to abuse a naive little boy. Instead, they talked to me and asked me questions about what I was doing these days and innocuous things like that. I tried to answer them as routinely as possible, but I was so eager to have sex with them that I couldn't think about much of anything else. All I could do was picture the three of us locked in passionate embraces, our young bodies squirming and pumping our penises to orgasm. They were, of course, both stark naked and their young boyhoods still sat pillowed on their testicles for all to see, but they made no attempt to claim possession rights on me, a thing many boys, particularly from Green and Purple, liked to do with smaller boys. Had we passed anyone in the halls, we would have looked like good friends. It was possible that any passerby might not even start a rumor about how the Guardian had been molested by boys from Green and Purple. As it was, it didn't matter: we passed no one and entered their room shortly after leaving the bathroom. Darren walked to the bed, still naked, and flopped down on it as Steve closed the door. He interlaced his fingers behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankles, laying naked and calm before my adoring eyes. Knowing that sex with him was getting ever closer, I smiled and looked openly at his penis now, watched the way it jiggled when he walked, its small motions as he laid down. It poked straight out from his body as he laid there though it was still limp and childish looking. It looked adorable in his smooth, pale brown foreskin, the head swallowed up by the flesh now, his furry silver fuzz looking delightful against his baby soft skin. I smiled at his penis with twinkling eyes as I again untied the robe and again pressed my naked body through it. "Here," Steve said, coming up behind me and helping me take the robe off. As the robe cleared my arms, I turned and smiled at him too, my pale blue eyes instantly descending between his legs. I was a little surprised that he didn't have an erection yet either. That wasn't very common with most twelve and thirteen year old boys I knew. When play time for their penises got near, their cocks tended to stiffen instantly, usually a long time before. Darren and Steve had been mating for more than a month now, however, and that meant that they were probably having sex with each other so often that not even their young hormones could keep up. Or maybe... maybe they didn't really want to play with me... Maybe they just invited me to the room to actually play. You know, like a game. I felt a momentary rush of panic. "What's wrong?" Steve smiled down at me, instantly seeing my concern. "Don't be afraid," he said, taking hold of my little shoulders and hugging me to him. My stiff erection pressed against his soft, hairy little boyhood and I felt silly: this was Kovzland, for Kovz sake, and they were from the homiest houses around; not even a pubescent boy could manage to have an erection all the time in Purple, especially not right after mating. Regardless of the reasons, the feel of my little erection against the soft pubescence of another boy felt wonderful and I realized, rather distantly, that I'd never pressed my erect penis against another boy's limp one unless he'd just had an orgasm with me. It felt nice and warm. "Come on," Steve said, letting my skinny body go and leading me toward the bed with his young lover. As we approached, Darren let his fingers and ankles go and reached out to help me lay down beside him. He was smiling at my uncertain face and his hands felt nice holding to my skinny ribs. As soon as I was laying beside him, I felt Steve's naked body crawling in on the other side until I was trapped between the two naked boys. I wasn't too aware of this however, because as soon as I was on the bed, Darren was pulling my face to him, turning me, pressing our young bodies together, pressing his lips against mine. Stevey never did like to kiss very much; now Darren's slender lips were eagerly reaching for mine, his mouth opening as they joined, his slimy tongue instantly slipping into my mouth and licking my tongue. Ms hands held to my neck and caressed the sides of my body like a fifteen year old might, so well did he know the body of another boy. I was astonished by the total seductive quality of his lips that it took a moment before I realized the boy had maneuvered his limp young cock between my legs, that his furry young boyhood was rubbing against my stiff, hairless erection. He was moaning and smiling as we kissed and I could feel his muscular young body moving rhythmically against mine, felt his small hips gently and rhythmically pressing forward so that our penises could fully enjoy each other. Hs strong, boyish arms pulled me closer to him and our small chests pressed together, his firm and muscular, mine small and skinny. Hs skin was wonderful, soft and warm, boyishly smooth, his twelve year old body moving against me like an extremely experienced lover. As soon as I realized what Darren was doing to me, I felt Steve squirming closer up behind me, felt his chest press against my shoulder blades, felt his smooth legs rubbing against mine, and, finally, felt his young penis pressing between the cheeks of my butt. Boyish hands were probing and exploring every inch of my skin that wasn't already lost between the warm, smooth bodies of the other boys. I could feel their hands probing my arm pits, caressing my ribs, rubbing my hair. Their legs were moving expertly, toes tickling my feet, thighs rubbing against mine, knees bumping together in an oddly seductive manner. I lay there and heard myself moaning, the sound muffled by the boyish mouth pressed against mine, the slimy tongue wiggling rhythmically around my teeth and finally released myself totally from any lingering boyish fears that might remain. Gone were the little boys and kittens that might distract me; gone were the uncertainties of seducing a frightened virgin boy; gone were my feelings of inadequacy in disappointing Stevey. I was in the hands of boys who wanted nothing and expected nothing but to enjoy our bodies and to please my penis as much as I longed to please theirs. I had spent too much time with children and frustration; now, all I had to do was let these loving boys have sex with me in the same way that I wanted to have sex with them. For the first time in months, my little penis could totally enjoy the affections of other boys. Moaning childishly with the pleasure, I reached out and let my arms encircle Darren's slender, but muscular body, let them soak in the warm softness of his boyish skin. My hips, without volition, pressed back against his, feeling his limp penis squashed tenderly against my crotch. Moving back, my small buttocks met Steve's hips pushing forward and there was another pleasant squish as his cock pressed innocently at my sphincter. Enough of the frightened children. This was pleasure. This was understanding. Neither of them had the slightest uneasiness in making love to me and I quickly lost mine. I felt entertained when I felt both twelve year olds stiffening at the same time. Darren's was easiest to feel because it was pressed against my erection and it was so sensitive it could even feel the downy caresses of his peach fuzz. At the same moment, however, I could feel a growing hardness pressing between the cheeks of my small buttocks as Steve's young cock finally rose to the occasion. I didn't have much time to enjoy their growing erections because the boys got hard very quickly, nothing more than a couple of seconds passing. A few more passed before the real passion filled them and their slender young cocks started to throb like mine had been all along. Erections seemed to please both boys to no end and I could hear their soft moans joining mine now, Darren's muffled against my mouth, Steve's sounding pubescent as a dream behind me. There was a brief moment when I feared that they, like the twelve year old virgins I'd awakened, would pause in fear and uncertainty now, but the boys didn't pause even for a second. They lay there pressing against my naked body front and back, their skin rubbing against mine, their slender young cocks pressing rhythmically against my penis and butt without pause or worry. This, I thought, is what it should be like. I have no idea how long we lay there with our naked bodies pressing against each other. It might have been only a couple of minutes. It might have been a half hour. All three of us were humping gently and I had the distinct pleasure of being in the middle of their smooth, baby soft bodies. Against my chest, I could feel Darren's hard muscles flexing as his arms pulled my shoulders against him and pressed his eager erection forward. Against my back, Steve's slender body and soft baby fat pressed against my shoulder blades and his young cock probed imminently closer to my little butt hole. In a fogged dream, I silently begged him to poke it inside, to thrust his pleasure down inside me until it joined with mine. He never did. Instead, his erection rhythmically pressed against my butt promising to enter, but never fulfilling the promise. I was helpless. The twelve year old boys' penises felt almost identical in size as they rubbed against me. They were both about four and a half inches long and both were rather slender compared to other boy cocks I'd felt. The differences were two. First, I could feel the ticklish threads of Steve's sparse young pubic hairs against the cheeks of my bottom. In the front, all I could feel was the faint, almost imagined wonder of Darren's soft peach fuzz rubbing across my swollen little penis head. Second, I could feel Darren's foreskin sliding along the rock hard length of his stiff boyhood, could actually feel his naked penis head when it poked out of the soft skin and pressed against my own erection. With Steve, all I could feel was that probing, excited little head sliding along the hairless crack of my butt as if trying to find the little sphincter he knew to be there somewhere. Following along behind it were the tense, pulsing few inches of a pubescent penis eager for the pleasure it knew was coming. I could feel their testicles, too, the smooth, warm skin of their scrotums rubbing against my body as they moved, Darren's against my thighs, Steve's low between my cheeks. Laying there sucking on Darren's mouth and feeling his firm young body and Steve's soft, boyish one rubbing against me, I felt certain that this was the depth of boyish pleasure I had been searching for. Somewhere, a warm, tangible pleasure in our erections and smooth, immature bodies, and, at the same time, a comfortable security in our emotional abilities to enjoy the first. I believed then, as I had believed a hundred times before, that I had never felt so good as I did that moment. I was more than ready to let it go on forever and to feel each of the other boys and myself climaxing against each other, their sperm, Kovz willing they had some, squirting from their penises against my body. It was like an ultimate dream was to be fulfilled. The young boys apparently had other dreams, however. Darren's warm, slimy lips slipped from mine and his strong young arms pulled my body closer to him. "I want to stick it in you," he breathed close to my ear. I was panting helplessly, feeling hot and excited by their soft bodies, and nodded, eager to feel a twelve year old's penis sticking up my butt. Steve surely heard Darren's plea, but humped against my butt until the last moment, finally moving away as Darren started to get up. The boy's cock was fully erect now, throbbing and glowing red as eagerly as mine had been for a long time. Darren's adorable face and even more adorable young body stood up on the floor beside the bed, panting eagerly, slender, four and a half inch cock poking out like a thin vestige of total power. Kovz, it was beautiful with its little collar of silver fuzz and the lovely head that was to impale me was poking clear out of his foreskin now, shining a bright purple, sticking out so hard and straight that it seemed to be telling the world it could poke itself into a skinny boy's butt without the slightest resistance. I stared at it as I sat up and I knew it could do what it wanted with me: there could be no resistance to an erection that beautiful. My butt hole seemed to be tingling with the anticipation of that young erection sticking inside it. I could feel Steve letting me go and laid there confused as Darren walked to the foot of the bed with his furry little erection pulsing magnetically. "Come here," he panted, obviously overcome by his erection's desires. I started to sit up toward him, but the pretty boy's hands took hold of my hips, gently turning me around so that my butt was toward him. In order to do this, I had to sit on my hands and knees which seemed to be what he wanted because it left my butt hole at the perfect height for his slender young cock to penetrate. I stood there on all fours, hoping that the boy would be happy with his access to my little sphincter. I glanced expectantly back over my shoulder and, in turn, watched Steve smiling at the hairless little erection sticking straight out down between my legs. I almost asked Darren if he could fuck me from our position but was too shy to ask and stood there instead in silence. I could feel the young boy's hands holding to the cheeks of my butt, felt them pulling them apart, felt the air blowing gently against my tiny little butt hole. Darren's hands pulled harder on my butt cheeks until he could hold them apart and still slide a finger closer to the puckered little hole where he wanted to stick his tense young cock. I could feel his slender finger probing that little hole to my innards, felt his fingertip gently and rhythmically press against it as if testing how much resistance his cock could expect from a butt hole so small and immature. It felt really nice and I smiled a little, feeling more and more eager to feel his erection inside me. I heard Steve giggle a little at my happy smile and looked up at him. He was laying near the headboard with his legs spread wide and slowly rubbing on his penis. Erect, it looked thicker than Darren's had, but was the same slender four and a half inches long. He was really excited, I could tell, but he seemed to be eager to build the pleasure between his legs slowly, rather than get it all over with right away. The arm that wasn't stroking on his penis was raised high over his head, exposing a smooth, baby soft armpit, pale compared to his smooth tan. Despite his little bush of pubic hair, the twelve year old's underarms were still bald and the skin looked even smoother than his chest did. With his arm stretched so far over his head, his small rib cage poked through his baby fat enough to give his body a firm, slender appearance. Darren's finger stopped poking at my butt hole and I could hear him spitting down on his penis. One of his hands still held the cheeks of my butt pulled apart while the other, I assumed, was coating his turgid boyhood with saliva. Fortunately his penis was still immature and small, meaning that just his own saliva would make it slippery enough to penetrate me. He was smiling eagerly, looking adorable and very excited beneath the yellow mop of his curly hair. I was panting with him, wishing he would hurry and stick it inside. As Darren was finishing rubbing his penis with the slime, Steve's twinkling eyes grinned even more eagerly at my stiff, hairless boner. Still rubbing his own cock with one hand, he pulled himself closer to me, laying on his back and wiggling his naked young body downward. I stood there on all fours watching his cute, boyish face moving beneath my head, followed by his smooth, baby soft chest and small nipples. His smooth thighs rippled as he poked his toes into the bedspread and used them to wiggle his body lower. Soon I was looking directly down at his soft belly button and only had to turn my eyes upward a little to see the young penis throbbing in his fingers. It really looked excited now, the naked head shining a bright purple and his tight skin moving slowly up and down on the shaft as he masturbated himself Below, his oval testicles moved rhythmically in the soft scrotum of his youth and his little collar of childish pubic hairs completed the picture. I continued smiling down at his erection and he kept struggling to move still lower as I felt Darren's naked young body moving closer to my butt. Ms hand again pulled one of my cheeks apart and I again felt the cool air against my sphincter as the twelve year old pointed his naked little cock at the tight hole. Steve was just getting in position beneath me and I knew his grinning eyes were laying directly between my legs, my stiff hairless erection only inches from his mouth. At the same time, the baby soft contours of his thighs were below me as was the exquisite and excited vision of his hairy boyhood. He let it go and I felt his hands reaching up to rub up and down on my ribs and belly, leaving his penis throbbing and beautiful before me. The thought of being butt tucked while sixty-nining another boy really got me eager to get started and I was already to go down on Steve when I first felt the warm, gentle pulsing of Darren's penis head against my butt hole. The little pubescent boy had pulled his foreskin back and his penis head felt hard and slimy against my tight hole. I waited with anticipation as I felt his fingers poking it at the hole, felt his hard, slender body pressing forward. I hadn't had a boy's cock in my ass in several weeks and it was tighter than ever, but twelve year old boys can be pretty persistent where their penises are concerned and Darren wasn't about to change his mind. I heard his high pitched voice let out a little grunt as he poked his penis forward, felt the sphincter loosening, the tight hole opening, the knobby head of Darren's penis sliding slowly inside me. He buried the brown head into the brown hole of my bottom and I could feel my sphincter tighten around the shaft. In the boy's saliva, the smooth, naked skin along the shaft of his penis slid forward, pressing between the tight cling of my butt hole. I let out a childish moan of pleasure, the slender penis feeling good moving inside my body, pressing forward and rubbing against the insides of my testicles, the tender warmth of my immature body. I smiled down at Steve's throbbing erection happily, feeling the stiff, growing pleasure in my butt. I smiled bigger when I saw his baby soft belly ripple a little, felt him sitting up, suddenly felt the warm, slimy pleasure of his tongue licking my bald little erection and small testicles. Darren was just pushing the last of his sweet penis into my butt and I could feel his smooth pubic mound pressing against my cheeks as he finally had it buried to the root. Feeling his penis in my body and Steve's tongue licking between my legs was the closest I had been to ecstasy in months. I don't mean to say that Stevey hadn't been a wonderful experience or that I regretted mating with him, but he had always been so uptight. It was almost a tragedy considering the incredible size and beauty of his pubescent penis. Nonetheless, the pleasure that Darren and Steve were evoking between my boyish legs and little penis and the incredible ease they had about making love, made me relax more sexually than I ever could with Stevey. It almost felt like I hadn't had sex with a boy since before the mating season and I was totally consumed by my physical pleasures with the two twelve year olds. Darren's young hands gently took hold of my hips and I felt him slowly pulling his penis back out. My butt was so tight that the boy might need to do this a couple of times before it was relaxed enough so he could do some serious humping. In the meantime, Steve was lapping on my penis excitedly, giggling as he did it, his warm breath feeling cool on the saliva coated parts between my legs. From where he was laying, he must have been able to see Darren's slender penis poking into my hairless butt, must have been less than three inches from the young boy's hairless scrotum and the small bush of his silver peach fuzz. I wished I could see it too. But I could see another pretty penis and it was throbbing on a baby soft belly all ready to be sucked on. I dropped down on my elbows, lowering my head between Steve's legs and bringing his young penis and pubic hairs within striking distance. This position also seemed to loosen my butt more and I could hear Darren moaning softly and felt him pushing his penis back inside me, the slender, four and a half inch erection sliding in much easier than it had before. Still smiling with the pleasure between my legs, both front and back, I licked down Steve's penis, from the shiny purple head, all the way down to the underside of his testicles. The twelve year old responded with a pubescently cracking moan of pleasure and kept licking my penis happily. Steve and I lay there lapping each other and I felt Darren's body starting to pump back and forth, his erection sliding more easily now in and out of my little sphincter. He was really good at this and his hips humped back and forth with rhythmic perfection, his penis rubbing inside me and his young body moaning softly with pleasure. My slimy red lips parted and wrapped themselves around the slender penis between Steve's smooth legs, instantly taking the throbbing meat down into my mouth until his sparse hairs tickled my chin. At first, the naked boy beneath me just kept licking my boyhood, but I could feel his smooth arms wrapping around my thin waist, felt him hugging my belly closer to him until my knees had to slide out. My belly soon lay pressed against his baby soft chest and his was against mine. His mouth swallowed my hairless little dick immediately and his tongue started licking all over it and sucking on it gently. Darren grunted again as he struggled to keep his penis inside me. Laying down on Steve had tightened my bottom a little, but Darren was determined not to lose his domination of my sphincter. I felt the boy laying down on my back, trapping Steve's arms between my lower back and Darren's belly. Darren's hands gripped my shoulders and held on to balance himself and his hips started pumping again with the same rhythmic persistence. His cock started rubbing in and out of me again and he was soon humping as happily as before. Darren's hard body rubbing up and down on my back made my own naked body rub up and down on Steve. This had the effect of forcing our young penises rhythmically into our mouths and the feel of his pubescent nose poking against my hairless testicles was very exciting. Even nicer was Steve's scrotum and the wiry little bush of pubic hair against my chin. I could smell his sperm already blending in with a faint smell of pubescent perspiration. As with Stevey only the week before, the boy's sexual scent was driving me crazy with hormones. It was difficult to move our mouths as they sucked on our hard penises because we were all pressed together, my naked body sandwiched between theirs and rubbed rhythmically between them by Darren's excited humping. This left our penises pressed all the way inside until our lips were wrapped around our hard, throbbing shafts. For Steve, that meant his lips were rubbing against the baby soft, hairless skin around my erection. For me, it meant Steve's little bush tickling my lower lip. It was great. I could feel Darren's hard little chest and belly rippling as he moved and as the pleasure between his legs grew greater. The boy, looking as cute and innocent as I did, obviously knew his penis very well and was moving it inside me to maximum effect. The small head was poking rhythmically against the sensitive spot in my bottom, each long thrust of his smooth legs pressing the button of my pleasure. For a long time I thought the naked boy on my back was going to explode in orgasm, but he just kept rubbing and rubbing, his erection quickly moving in and out of my tight butt. Thinking about him having an orgasm, however, did make me more and more excited and I could feel my slimy erection excitedly starting to climax in Steve's mouth. It was a tremendous orgasm, as if the young cock in my butt were filling my own penis with its excited joy. My body started to buck powerfully and yet with great difficulty, their smooth, baby soft boy skin still rubbing all over me. I was crying desperately and very loudly, my soprano voice almost squealing with the tense, frantic jerking between my legs. To make it even more pleasant, Steve's penis seemed to delight in the frantic movements of my hairless body because he was quickly squealing too, both our young voices muffled by the penises in our mouths. Nonetheless, as I lay there jerking spasmodically on top of him, Steve's soft body grew extremely tense. I could feel his smooth, hairless legs stretching out between mine, his slender thighs rippling as his toes uncontrollably clawed for air. So tight did his muscles clench that the boy was shuddering with pubescent power and the boyish cries against my penis were filled with helpless, almost painful groans. My erection was just about to release me from the greatest heights of its pleasure when Steve started jerking pathetically beneath my body, held down by both my weight and Darren's. His boyish sperm started squirting in my mouth and coating my tongue and I moaned contentedly as my skinny little body finally started to relax. Ms sperm was wonderful, mature enough to be slimy and enough of it to fill the empty places in my mouth. I tasted and felt it squirting out, still moaning as air started rushing in and out of my little nose. Darren was still humping rhythmically on my back, his rock hard cock still moving in and out my sphincter, as I lay there enjoying the sperm from the other boy. I could feel my muscles losing strength but had nothing to worry about and let them relax totally, doing nothing more than moving my chin up and down and sucking the last of Steve's ejaculation from his penis head. The mature twelve year old's baby soft body was losing its tension too, our smooth, hairless bodies blending together even more completely, soft boy skin pressing closer together. Ms chest was very soft against my belly and I could feel his young heart still beating rapidly through the rhythmic swelling of his lungs. Steve and I lay there still sucking on each other's penises, both of them starting to soften, though mine, in its prepubescent innocence, still kept a certain level of stiffness. Darren was still humping and his soprano cries were starting to sound more excited and closer to orgasm. He kept fucking my small butt as Steve and I sucked each other, neither of us in any particular rush to hurry the excited boy. My butt had grown accustomed to the slender young erection sliding in and out of it and offered no resistance to the little kid, and the smooth, rhythmic pressure of his muscular young body felt great rubbing my shoulder blades. I couldn't help smiling with the limp penis between my lips as I clearly heard and felt Darren climaxing. He was a very loud little boy, grunting and crying loud enough for boys to hear out in the hall. I could feel his muscles rippling all up and down his body now, not just along his belly, but up and down his arms and legs as well. He was really struggling to ram his penis in and out and the gentle rhythmic movements of his body were desperate and demanding. His four and a half inch cock drove downward and the twelve year old grunted his pleasure as it started to flex with orgasm. I couldn't feel any sperm squirting inside me. It was possible that he was still too young for semen, and equally possible that he still had a child's juice, too thin for my little Kovz butt to feel. "Kovz," Darren sighed, his naked body collapsing on my back and heaving for air. Hs penis was still in my butt, which was fine with me: Steve and I were still sucking on our penises and we still weren't in a hurry. We lay feeling the young boy meats on our tongues and listened to the boy on top of me breathing and moaning about how good it felt. It took Darren a couple of minutes to regain enough strength to move. His penis was still stiff in my butt and I felt his smooth hips pulling back and pulling the slender cock out of me. He was still gasping as he crawled off me and found a place to lay down on the bed. I let Steve's penis go and it lay on his maturing testicles covered with saliva, the last of his sperm long gone down my throat. The taller boy let my penis go as well and we awkwardly moved around until all three of us were laying side by side, all three of us blushing and smiling at our naked, relieved penises. Darren's four and a half inch cock was still pulsing as the boy lay his hard, muscular little body against mine. It showed no sign of softening at all and looked as straight and hard as ever between his soft legs, his penis head still shining in a knob of purple desire. I lay there feeling the boys hands starting to caress my body again, gazing at the soft, silver fuzz around the twelve year old's erection, wondering what they were going to do to me next. Between my legs, my three inch boyhood started to ache a little as it started stiffening again. It never had lost its hairless erection, but now the little purple head was starting to grow shiny again, knowing by the boys' caresses that they weren't through playing with me yet. I half-wished they'd take a break for a few minutes and let my innocent penis catch up, but their big hands were already rubbing over my skinny belly, fingertips poking seductively at the little round balls between my legs. Steve was kissing my cheek and I could feel his warm breath blowing through his nose as he smiled happily. His penis was still soft and a little droplet of sperm had formed at the end from his last erection. It looked very pretty soft, dangling down over his thigh, looking very small for the little bush of pubic hairs around it. "He's a cute little boy," Steve grinned, kissing slowly down my neck and I swallowed nervously, wondering what they were going to do to me next. "Yeah," Darren grinned, his strong hand starting to fondle my hairless boner and making it ache more from pressure. "He's horny, too," the boy's high-pitched voice giggled, suddenly squeezing my penis in his fist and making me let out a gasp of pain and pleasure. He seemed so small and boyish despite his hard muscles, and to see how eager and comfortable he was with having boy sex was oddly exciting to me. I realized as I gazed at him that I liked horny boys. Maybe I should spend more time in Green and Purple after all. In any case, my penis was much too immature and childish to have an erection for that long and it did ache. Fortunately, the cute twelve year olds didn't intend to leave me in such a state. As Steve's young lips began kissing my little chest, Darren's pretty face leaned forward and started kissing my purple penis head again. I really did like the feel of boy lips on my cock, warm and moist and loving. I had to turn my panting head to the side to watch around Steve's blond head but the sight was worth it and I smiled as I watched Darren's mouth pressing against my cocklet. The boy was still holding it in his fingers as he kissed it over and over again sending little wiggles of pleasure between my legs. Steve was no less effective at kissing my chest. His big hands were now laying on my belly and shoulder, petting me gently as his lips pressed against my erect little nipples. The boy must have liked the taste of my bare skin; he had a wonderful smile on his face, his full red lips looking bright against my pale flesh. I smiled through my panting too as I watched him, delighted when his slimy tongue finally slipped out and licked me. Darren must have been watching this for his own tongue almost immediately slipped from his mouth and ran all across my penis head. It made me moan it felt so good and both boys smiled bigger to hear my prepubescent pleasure. I lay there finally feeling the growing pressure of orgasm building in my little testicles, the two boys' mouths working me over. It was very exciting and I panted faster, smiling from ear to ear. It felt so nice in fact that Darren didn't even have to take my erection in his mouth to bring me to orgasm. He just kept licking the swollen little head and holding the skinny three inch shaft until I finally cried, skinny boy body jerking on the bed. Finally relieved of its most recent hormones, my small wiener started to soften almost immediately. Darren smiled now and let it slip into his mouth, licking and sucking it, his thin lips pressed against my hairless pubic mound. When it had shrunk satisfactorily, he took my little balls inside too and the warm slime of his mouth filled my limp boyhood with a pleasant sense of security. All the while, Steve's loving lips and hands caressed and soothed my little chest and tummy. When we were all sufficiently rested, the three of us decided to get some other boys and play soccer. The rest of that day was spent wrestling in the grass and generally playing like boys. After dinner, I was approached by Brendan Smith and King Erin. They were with a boy named Adam Kalter, a cute fifteen year old who was Brendan's boyfriend. "Kelvin, what are you doing right now?" Erin asked me. I shrugged. "Nothing really. I was going to go down to Yellow and play cards. What's up?" "Some men came in on the boat," Brendan said. "We're going to go down and see what they want." "Who are they?" I asked. I could tell the other boys were pretty serious and just the thought of strange men on our island made me feel pretty nervous, too. Erin shook his head. "They're grown-ups though. We can't find any of the other Guardians. One of you should be there if there's any trouble." "They're all down at Purple," I said. "There's some game going on or something." "It would take too long to get them. Come with us. We're getting some of the older boys." "Okay," I agreed. Erin and Brendan recruited just about every mature boy they could find as we went down to the stables. By the time we mounted horses, there were seventeen of us, Erin and I the only younger ones. "How many of them are there?" I asked as we headed toward the rim of the garden. "About fifteen," Brendan said. I looked around at our band of youths. They were all in their mid to late teens, not little boys by any means, but not exactly threatening to so many adult men. If they were here to cause trouble, I doubted we were going to be able to do much. My fears were greatly alleviated however, when three dozen other young men met us at the crossroads to Red. Jonathan Quade had apparently ridden ahead and recruited them to join in the "greeting". These boys looked to be pretty strong: young athletes. We rode on with me feeling a lot better about our chances. We encountered the invaders just in time. They were at the gates to White and looked like they were just about to enter it. Brendan and a dozen of the biggest boys instantly broke into full gallops which caused the men to stop. As our young foot soldiers lined up on our side of the fence, Erin led the rest of us up to them. The men scared me instinctively. They were all fully grown men, probably in their thirties and forties, ancient to me. Every one of them was bearded and they looked dirty and dangerous. Despite their appearance, however, King Erin instantly passed beyond Brendan and the others stopping just this side of the fence. Knowing that I was the only Guardian, I nervously followed him and came up to his right side. I felt kind of silly sitting on my pony. Erin looked a little better atop his tall stallion. "Greetings," his high-pitched voice said. "My name is Erin Rogers, King of Kovzland. You have entered our kingdom illegally. You are hereby instructed to leave at once." "Your Majesty," one of the men instantly responded. To my shock and surprise, he suddenly dropped to one knee, lowering his head in a formal bow. He was instantly copied by the thirteen men accompanying him. I glanced over at Erin who looked as confused by this recognition as I was. "Arise, sir," the boy king commanded. Not a one of the men moved, however. "Your Majesty," their apparent leader instantly said. "We have traveled for four months from the Kingdom of Towelo in the Northlands to beg asylum here in the land of Kovz." Erin glanced around at the rest of us but none of us could provide him with any advice or recommendations. He looked pretty confused, but then we all were. "Kovzland is not in the business of granting asylum to men," the boy finally said. "Please, Your Majesty," the man said, raising his head and showing us a tender face of fear and pleading. "We lost more than half our number coming here. Without the protection of the Kovz Boys, we will surely be killed if we leave this island." "Killed by whom?" Erin asked. "The Old Ones," the man said. "We are homosexuals. The Old Ones have declared war on us in the Northlands." "What made you believe that you would find protection here?" the boy asked. "We have no where else to turn," the man said, his blue eyes filled with tears. "We are like you. We did not believe you would turn us away." Erin looked really uncomfortable now. This was a quandary. Kovzland had never been a sanctuary for men before and yet we could hardly turn out those who were being persecuted by our enemies, particularly when they were persecuted for the same reason we were. "We are a kingdom of boys," he finally said, sounding very young with his soprano voice. "We have the means to make you boys, too. Is that your desire?" The man looked a bit panicked now and glanced around at his companions. "If it needs must be so," he replied awkwardly, "but we would prefer otherwise." "Don't you like boys?" the king asked. "Of course, but we are men." He didn't sound like a guy who wanted to become a boy again. I thought he was crazy. Why would anyone want to be a hairy man when he could be a sleek, smooth boy? "We are strong, Your Majesty," he began again. "We would willingly serve the boys of Kovzland in any way Your Majesty commands." Erin looked down at him sternly for a moment, deep in thought. "You are currently on the border of one of our cities," he said. "It is a protected city in Kovzland. If you had come across that fence, we would have been forced to attack you." "Forgive us, Your Majesty," the man blubbered instantly, again lowering his head. "We did not know. We wanted only to meet with you." Erin nodded. "Very well. You could not have known. I will take your request under advisement. For now, I command you to turn back and return to the dock. We will meet you there within the hour." "We await your judgment, Your Majesty," the man concluded, bowing lower until his forehead touched the road. He rose to his full six foot height, instantly joined by the rest of his group. Without another word, the fourteen men turned and started away from the City of White. "Well, well, well," Erin sighed when they were finally out of sight. "This is a fine situation." "We voted many months ago to allow grown homosexuals to use the port city, Erin," I said, actually hoping that the king would let the men stay. Better that than force them out into the Old Ones territories again. "Yes," Erin nodded. "I just didn't think it would be this soon." "You can't let them stay here, Your Majesty," Brendan said. "The port city is right next to White. They'll be over this fence in a matter of days." "I disagree, Erin," I said. "They know the risks. They're not going to break the rules if we make them clear." It was essentially the same debate we'd had back so many months earlier, with Brendan arguing Calvin's points: that the men would inevitably start raping our boys and me arguing that they could provide both services and friendly companionship for our community. Oddly enough, it was the older boys who argued most strongly against letting them stay. You'd have thought they'd be more compassionate then we younger ones. Since Erin and I were the only young ones present, we were clearly in the minority. On Kovzland, however, when you have a minority that includes the King, you usually won. "Well, let's go down and talk with them further anyway," he finally said when the arguments were exhausted. "Send one of the boys to get the Guardians. I'd like for them to be here." "I sent one from Red," Jonathan said. "They should be here within the hour." "Very well." "Shouldn't we wait for them?" Brendan asked, clearly expecting that the Guardians would side with him. Erin shrugged. "I'm not going to sign any treaties, Brendan. The Guardians will be here soon enough. In the meantime, I'd like to talk to them some more." That said, our entire group of fifty youths and horses, passed through the gate and headed down the hill toward the port city. It kind of surprised me to realize that I hadn't been down there since David and Michael had first arrived at the island with their boys months earlier. Other boys had, of course. With our population increasing, trade between us and the Potusians in Kovz City was increasing. The paddle wheeler was making two trips a week now, bringing supplies in for us and taking away bales of our herbs in exchange. Despite the frequent visits, however, no one lived down there and signs were already beginning to show that it was abandoned. Like the rest of the island, the grass didn't grow beyond an ideal length. Weeds crept in, however, and many plants and shrubs did grow. They were beginning to grow between the wooden houses that made up the town and some were even starting to sprout through the cobblestone road. If we didn't do something, the town would one day be overgrown and disappear. The fourteen invaders were literally on the dock when we arrived. As we neared, they hurriedly got down on their knees, bowing submissively to our young king. Erin had always hated this kind of subservience. The only time he even permitted boys to call him by his formal title of Your Majesty was when protocol required it, like when Brendan officially talked with him as commander in chief. With these men, however, I noticed that he didn't relax the formality in the slightest. The men expected and accepted it, not speaking a word as we crowded around them on the dock. "What is your name?" Erin asked the leader. "Aaron Terwels," the man said solemnly. The similarity of his name and our king's wasn't lost on any of us. "Arise, Mr. Terwels," the boy king commanded. All of the men arose silently, looking hopefully up at Erin. Erin stood up on the horses stirrups and swung one of his legs from the saddle. As he stepped down from the tall horse, three youths, including Brendan, instantly dismounted with him, leaving their horses with other boys as they took up protective positions near the king. A bit awkwardly, I crawled down from my pony too. "This is Kelvin Guard," the king introduced me, putting an arm around my thin shoulders. He didn't expand on my introduction: it was clear that the men had heard of me before and their eyes widened as they looked at me, surprised perhaps to see that I was so small a boy. "There is a meeting hall in the city," Erin said. "You and two of your companions will join us there. The rest will wait here." "Yes, Your Majesty," Terwels instantly agreed. He quickly identified two of the other men with nods and they stepped forward with him. The three men joined Erin, Brendan, Jonathan me and Erin's three guards as we walked back up into the village. They towered above Erin and I. Even Brendan was less than full grown and his five foot eight inch height was several inches shorter than any of the men. "We call this Port City," Erin said as we walked. "The Potusians lived here while they were building the rest of Kovzland. No one lives here now." "It is a fine city, Your Majesty," Terwels said. He might have just been buttering our bread but it was just as possible that he meant it. Port City may have been abandoned, but it was still a lot nicer than a lot of cities on the mainland. The Potusians had built it well and were naturally dedicated to maintaining it. "There are several other cities on the island," the king continued. "The boys live there." "It is a magnificent island, Your Majesty," Terwels said, clearly kissing up. "You are obviously a very capable king." "The Guardians deserve much of the credit," Erin dismissed it. "They do most of the real work." The city hall was a fairly large room. The Potusians operated under a democracy and the building had been formed to allow their elected leaders to meet with their people. The meeting room itself was big enough to hold well over five hundred people. It was dusty from disuse now, but not so badly that we couldn't use it. There was a long table in front and Erin led us all there, smiling as we all tried to clear away the dust from the chairs before sitting. As the discussion commenced, it was pretty clear to me that Erin had already decided to let the men stay. He was asking them a lot of questions about their expectations of life on the island and how they would interface with the rest of our population. Terwels was a very smart man and he clearly understood exactly how to answer the questions and I could tell that he was feeling pretty optimistic about the direction things were going. The only time he seemed worried was when Brendan or Jonathan cut in with a challenge. It kind of undermined Erin's authority to be interrupted and I suspected that Terwels could tell that our king wasn't a despotic ruler. If it bothered Erin that the older boys were getting into the act, he gave no sign of it. Every Guardian on the island showed up after about a half hour. The only one missing was Eric. They were all a bit winded and I was sure that they had galloped the whole way. Under Calvin's leadership, they all deferred to Erin and their presence made Brendan and Jonathan sit back a little bit too. Just as when I was introduced, Terwels had clearly heard of all the Guardians. Anyone with any education at all would have heard of us. The interrogation of Terwels and his two companions continued for more than an hour. It was getting dark by this time and the chandeliers were lit to continue by. Finally, Erin glanced around at the rest of us, giving us a final chance to ask anything that we wanted to. None of us did, however. "Very well," the boy concluded. "If you will wait outside, Mr. Terwels, we will consider your petition." "We await your judgment, Your Majesty," the man said, standing with his friends and giving a very low bow. They were escorted out by the three guards, leaving Erin alone with the Guardians, Jonathan and Brendan. "Well?" Calvin had never liked the idea of allowing men to share our kingdom with us. To my surprise, however, he endorsed their inclusion without reservation. "The Guardians have voted on this matter and I believe that these are men who we can trust. I speak for the entire Council when I say that we believe Your Majesty should allow them to stay." We were all surprised by this, but all of us nodded our consent. "Jonathan?" "We can't send them away. The Old Ones would kill them. I say we let them stay." The way he'd been talking, I fully expected him to be opposed. The look in his handsome face, however, was calm and committed. He had no reservations. "Brendan?" "Let them stay," the youth said immediately, just as certainly as Jonathan had. Erin smiled a bit and nodded. "I agree. It's going to be a bit different around here from now on," he said, "but I think Kovzland has just accepted a broader mission." I was a bit surprised again by my immediate reaction to his pronouncement. Rather than feeling nervous or concerned, I felt a rush of happiness. It felt right. It felt good. I didn't have the slightest reservation about what we had just decided to do. It was getting pretty dark by the time we stepped out of city hall. From our position, we could see the men and our brothers down on the dock with three bonfires burning to provide light. There was a comfortable excitement in our group as we all walked down the hill toward them. It was somewhat infectious and Erin couldn't help but smile. "Aaron Terwels," he said as we came to a stop before the fourteen men. Terwels stepped forward, his face filled with doubt and worry, prepared to accept any decision we might have made. "You and your companions are hereby granted asylum by the boys of Kovzland. We invite you to dwell here in Port City for the rest of your natural lives under the protection and affection of the Guardians of Kovzland and all of the Kovz Boys." I had been prepared for a joyous outburst and was eager to join in it. To my surprise, however, Terwels and his men did not cheer. They cried. It was kind of uncomfortable, watching this grown man drop to his knees, lower his head and just start sobbing. At the same time, however, it was extremely touching. I started crying, too. Calvin finally ended it by stepping forward and lifting Terwels to his feet. He was the only one as tall as the man and I watched in boyish awe as he took the man in his arms and hugged him. It was really emotional. Erin sent boys back to bring food and drink. One of the boys searched around and finally found out how to turn the power back on in Port City. As the lights came up, the city took on a fabulous festival air. More boys arrived to meet our new neighbors and, though I had already eaten one dinner, I joined everyone else in supping with the men. For hairy old guys, they were really nice and I soon found myself in the company of one of them, a twenty-nine year old named Christopher. I didn't want to sleep with him, mind you, and he never touched me, but he was very nice and had me giggling like a child. I decided early on that it was going to be nice to have these men live near us. By bedtime, none of us felt like making the long trek back up to the palace. Instead, we boys took one of the larger houses and the men took one of the others. I was feeling pretty tired and crept into one of the bedrooms. I was asleep in no time. There was a lot of activity the next morning. Not only did the men instantly set about cleaning up their new city, but Calvin and Erin promptly set about negotiating the rules with Terwels. It didn't take much negotiation. Terwels understood and agreed to everything, not the least of which was their prohibition from ever venturing beyond the substantial lands of Port City. Erin authorized them to set up their own government and gave them substantial freedom to do whatever they wanted with the city. In exchange, they offered to operate the dock and serve as our intermediaries in all our interactions with the Potusians. Erin also authorized them to expand their city as they saw fit so long as they didn't grow beyond five thousand citizens and granted residency to any eunuch who asked for it. I was feeling pretty happy about the whole thing and went in search of Christopher. Like I say, I had no intentions of becoming the man's lover, but I liked him and he made me feel special. I found him in the mansion they had settled into. He was in one of the bathrooms, his face covered with thick white cream and a razor in his hand. "Hey, little fellow," he smiled as I came in. "You're shaving," I smiled back, taking a seat on the tank of the toilet. "I don't usually wear a beard," he said. "We didn't have razors on the trip so I didn't have much choice." "I'm glad I don't have to do it," I said. He shrugged. "It's not that big a deal. You get used to it." "Why don't you just let us make you into a boy again?" I asked. "Then you wouldn't have to." "Well, Kely," he said, easily adopting my pet name, "some of us like being men." "Don't you think boys are cuter?" I asked. I always had. "Sure," he said. "Boys are cute, but men are a bit more stable." "I'm not unstable," I replied, not offended, just confused. He laughed. "Yeah, but what was the longest relationship you ever had?" "Prince Kelly and I have been best friends for a whole year," I replied. "A long time ago, I had relationships that lasted for centuries." "And did you ever play around with anyone else while you had them?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean," he laughed. "Did you ever have sex with other boys while you were in a relationship?" "Well, sure," I said. "But they were always my favorite." "Well, men don't just play around with a lot of boys. They settle down with one other man." I sighed. "Sounds boring." He laughed again. I liked it when he laughed, even at things I said. "It's not. It's nice to have someone else who's totally dedicated just to you. It makes you feel good." I shrugged. It still sounded boring. Just because Kelly had sex with other boys didn't mean we were any less in love with each other. "I guess," I said doubtfully. "Do you have another man who's dedicated just to you?" "Not yet," he admitted. "But I will. There's some guy out there who's just perfect for me." His beard was thick enough that it took several passes to clear it away. Beneath was a firm jaw and strong face. I had gotten used to him with his beard in place so he looked kind of strange as his bare face was exposed. Still, he was pretty good looking for a man. "Do you like boys?" I asked. "Yeah," he smiled. "I like them a lot." "Don't you ever have sex with them?" "Nope." "Why not?" He laughed. "Kely, sex isn't everything." "I know." "Boys are very cute and very sweet and I think they're wonderful. Okay?" "Sure, but don't you think it would be fun to make love to one?" "Are you trying to seduce me, Kely?" he asked. "No," I shrugged. "I don't like men in that way." "Well, I don't like little boys in that way," he smiled. He was clean-shaven now and was rinsing the last of the shaving cream from his face. "What if... what if you met a boy you really liked? Wouldn't you want to make love to him?" He shrugged, taking up a towel and now drying a face that really was very handsome. "He'd just grow up and be interested in something else. I'd rather have a man who loved me forever." "Kovz Boys never grow up," I pointed out. "So I've heard," he smiled. "And never settle down either." "You're a strange man, Christopher," I observed simply. "And you're a very strange boy," he countered. "I think we're going to be great friends." I think he was right. He did clean up good, a tall, slender man with a friendly, happy face. I bounced along happily beside him as he went out to join the others. He touched me now, a tender arm on my shoulders, a gentle tousle of my hair. It was nice to have the affections of a grown man. Like Christopher, all of the men had shaved that morning. With smoother faces, they didn't seem quite so wild as they had when they'd arrived. I noticed too that all of them had attracted the curious interests of the youths who made up our company. Christopher was the youngest of them and he had attracted the youngest boy, me, who was present. A man named John was the oldest one of them at forty-eight. He was in the constant company of three of the older boys from Red. They were all eager to get about cleaning up their town and us boys just followed along in fascination for everything they did. They all wanted to get away from their central mansion and each of them selected one of the smaller houses that made up the city. Christopher took a very small cottage near the beach. It had a great view of the water, but the yard was small and there were only two bedrooms. It had a great fireplace and view, but I would have chosen one of the larger houses in a heartbeat. He said that he didn't want to have to take care of too much house and maybe that explained it: as a boy, I didn't think much about taking care of a home. It was after mid-day before I started to realize that I was getting on the young man's nerves. I was nothing but a series of questions and he clearly just wanted to settle into his new home. I wasn't used to this, of course, and was still a little surprised that he didn't want to make love to me. I was cute, after all. Everyone said so. My whole experience said that any male would want to see me naked and suck on my little penis. Christopher just seemed to think I was annoying. He tolerated me with increasing effort, but seemed pretty relieved when Calvin came by the house and said it was time for us to go back to the palace. I really did want to stay with Christopher. Even though I didn't think he was as cute as the young boys on the island above, he made me feel good and I liked being around him. Maybe it was just the fact that I could tell he had no interest in my prepubescent body at all that made me so desperate to attract his affections. I don't know. I just know that I was a bit angry when Calvin insisted, and Christopher encouraged, that I go back to our part of the island. I wasn't the only one who felt this way. As Calvin and Brendan corralled all us boys together for the trip back, I could tell that a lot of the boys wanted to stay behind. Nonetheless, the older boys were insistent and we all finally mounted our horses and started back. There is something about men and boys, something I couldn't figure out. It wasn't that men were so attracted to boys, so near as I could tell, but that boys were attracted to them. Sex or no, we wanted to be around them. We wanted their guidance and leadership, their strength and knowledge. We wanted men. Why didn't they like us? With Erin's permission, they renamed Port City as "Athens". Calvin explained that it was because of a story he'd told them, one that had nothing to do with this planet. That seemed pretty odd to me at the time. It took a long time before I relearned the story I had long since forgotten. The odd thing when I did learn the story is that "Athens" represented a hallmark of man-boy love, something that Christopher made me think would never occur in Kovzland. Although the men of Athens were not allowed to come into the rest of our cities, there were certainly a lot of interactions between them and the rest of us. There was the obvious reason for this: the continuous exchange of goods that passed through the port. But there was also the fact that a lot of us started spending a lot of time down there. So far as I knew, there weren't many sexual encounters between us and them, but there certainly was a lot of socializing. Me and boys like me, spent a lot of time just hanging out with the men in their city. More often than not, they had to try to keep us out rather than the other way around. As the months passed, their city did grow but not as quickly as Kovzland itself did. Word that Kovzland now had a city of homosexual men swept out from the Potusians, I imagine, and several hundred did take up the long and dangerous journey to Athens. Conflicts between them and us were rare if not non-existent. Instead, there was a natural synergy that developed between us. They added to our community in ways I doubt any of us expected. It was forever a mystery to me that anyone would rather be a man than a boy, but they clearly preferred it. Even when sexual relationships did develop between the men of Athens and the boys of Kovzland, it was a good thing. So much so that it became something of a mystery as to why Kovzland had not adopted the homosexual men of the planet centuries earlier. The addition of Athens to our island occurred just as our first year on the island was coming to a close. Already we were at least three times more powerful than we had been before the war. With a population of just under fifteen thousand and growing every week, our boys were generating enough power through their young orgasms to eclipse the power of the Old Ones. Athens had added a new dimension, a new mission. We weren't just a community of gay boys now. We were a growing community of males. No one in Kovzland could deny the fact that we were now the strongest force on the planet.