The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Three:  When Boys Collide

	I didn't see much of the older boys in the next two weeks except at
dinner which we all shared.  While I and the other younger boys explored
and played, the older ones held meetings and discussed their plans for the
island.  I knew that Guardian Calvin was spending a great deal of time
training High Priest Jonathan Quade in the Temple and that Guardian Garrick
was spending a lot of time training King Erin at the palace.  For me and my
friends, however, it was a time to play and more exploring than any boy
could dare dream for.
	A couple of the boys were fairly skilled with horses and they
taught the rest of us to ride.  I'd ridden before back in Tarsec Village
but it had always been with Eric Thorne, a boy who was brought up riding,
so it took me some learning.  Since the leather saddles did tend to chafe a
bit, we had all taken to wearing clothes again, usually nothing more than
blue jeans for our legs, but sometimes shirts and shoes too.  I tried to
ride the bigger horses like the other boys my age were doing but after a
couple of nights being saddle-sore, I opted for the smaller ponies.  They
teased me at first but soon several of the others were riding them too,
including Kelly.
	On horseback, we could explore even farther than we could on foot.
At first, this involved checking out all of the towns, ensuring that each
one was appropriately equipped.  Calvin had given us this charge though I
suspect he was just helping me find and excuse to avoid all the work he and
the others were doing.
	More interesting than the towns were the grounds in between them.
Much of the land was civilized to some degree, with neat lawns, orchards
and parks.  A lot of it, however, was left fairly wild.  The strange thing
was that if you went through these wild parts you'd all of a sudden come on
some secret place: a small meadow, a cave, a swimming hole with a
waterfall.  After a while I started realizing that none of the island was
truly wild, it had just been made to look that way as part of its design.
It left an unending array of places to explore, a natural and necessary
aspect for the happiness of young boys.
	There were about twenty of us who were exploring together,
sometimes more, sometimes less, frequently breaking into smaller groups
when we couldn't decide where to go next, each group hoping to find
something more amazing than the others.  We would leave first thing in the
morning and just go where our spirits took us.  With fruit trees and
vegetables abounding, there was plenty to eat so we rarely returned to the
palace before nightfall.  When the excitement of playing together overcame
us, we would occasionally stop and have sex with each other, but that
wasn't all that common, usually only when we were skinny dipping and our
penises were already there to see.  Besides, we were so busy running,
wrestling, riding and exploring that we just didn't think about it all that
much.  That wasn't too big a deal for the human boys, most of whom were
still well before puberty, but we Kovz Boys were generally more sexual than
that even before puberty.
	It was two weeks to the day after our arrival that the sternwheeler
returned with the Captain.  It was early in the morning and the younger
boys and I were just getting ready to begin our morning routine.  As we
were saddling up, however, Calvin and Brendan showed up at the palace
stables.
	"Are you going to ride with us, too?" Perry giggled excitedly.
	"No," Calvin smiled.  "The ship is here.  We're going to go down
and talk to the Captain."
	"Can I go, too?" I asked more out of curiosity than attention to
duty.
	"Sure," Brendan grinned.  "Come on.  You can ride with me."
	The strong adolescent easily helped me up into his saddle than
crawled up behind me.  He slipped his muscular arms underneath mine and
held the reins of the horse on my lap.  Soon, the three of us were trotting
out of the stables and along the cobblestone road toward the central
fountain.  I was wearing just blue jeans so my chest was bare but Brendan
was wearing a button down, flannel shirt separating his firm skin from
mine.
	"Why's the ship coming?" I asked, turning up to the handsome youth.
	"They're supposed to come every two weeks," Calvin explained from
beside us.  "Right now, they're just checking to see if we need anything.
Later on, they'll load up on herbs here and bring us the things we need."
	"Oh," I said, happy to know everything was working out so
wonderfully.
	"We also got word that David is on his way," Calvin added, his
strong voice not having to try very hard to be overheard above the rhythmic
clacking of the horses' hooves on the gold brick.
	"Really!?" I said excitedly.  I had met David in Raykov months
earlier.  He had been the Guardian of the Keep there, the home where the
Kovz Boys kept secret watch on the Raykov kingdom.  It had been there, too,
that one of my earliest loves, Lance Reynolds, had been left behind as a
personal favor to the Raykov king.
	"He's bringing all the boys he could find in Raykov," Calvin
explained.
	"How many's that?" I had to yell a little.
	"Almost two thousand," Calvin smiled across at me.
	Two thousand!  I didn't have to ask where we were going to put them
all, but it sure was a lot of boys.  There was only one boy I was thinking
about though.  "Is..." I started to ask.
	"Yes," Brendan smiled, hugging my skinny body between his hard
forearms.  "Lance is with them."
	David arrived two weeks later, meaning that he must have left
Raykov almost immediately after we'd arrived on the island.  I could only
imagine the sight he must have made coming over the rise of the Old City, a
line of boys more than a mile long following behind him.  There were so
many that they had to come in two shiploads and I waited with everyone else
in eager anticipation as the sternwheeler finally appeared and started to
approach the dock.
	This was going to take some work.  There were 53 of us (twenty of
whom were so young as to be all but useless) and we somehow had to corral
two thousand boys and keep them organized.  Kelly, Tod and I were assigned
to take care of the littlest boys with the help of several of our young
friends.  The others were all given their assignments, too.  No sooner did
the ship press against the dock when we were instantly there starting to
organize the mass of boyhood on her deck.
	They weren't a lot to look at.  Not only had they spent the past
four weeks on the road, but most of them were from the poorer districts of
Raykov.  They were dirty and, even when they were obviously very cute
beneath the grime, I didn't think near so much about sex as I did getting
my work done.
	There were several groups that we were all trying to separate out
at the same time.  I was looking for boys who looked to be eight years old
or younger.  Prince Ben was looking for boys who wore the tell-tale
necklace of the Kovz Boy around their necks.  Others were trying to get
other boys of other ages.
	The search for the Kovz Boys was our primary mission.  Somewhere in
the world there were 5,000 of these, the direct descendants of the
Guardians.  When the Old Ones attacked and destroyed the old city, any Kovz
Boy who would have been killed was instantly transported to some random
location elsewhere and reformed as a young boy.  In re-materializing there,
the boy would have no memory of who he was and would have only a golden
necklace to both identify him and to protect him from the Old Ones.  If
found by our ancient enemies, any Kovz Boy was sure to be killed again, or
locked up in a prison.  They could not kill us.  That was part of the
covenant made centuries before.  But they could weaken us by continually
destroying the memories of the Kovz Boys.  Without memories, the Kovz Boys
were no threat to the Old Ones.
	The necklaces could not be identified by non-Kovz Boys.  They
appeared as simple gold medallions, about an inch around, flat and
unadorned.  The native Kovz Boy, however, could see the etched drawing of
two exquisite boys, both naked, the older one with his arm around the
younger one as they stared at a rising sun.  Around the edge was an
inscription that read "Kelvin Protect Me."  So, too, had I been destroyed
and transported to Tarsec months earlier with such a necklace.  Properly
administered to, a Kovz Boy's memories could be restored, normally.
Because of the extreme damage done during the last assault on Kovz City,
however, I never had fully recovered.
	Generally speaking, our efforts to segregate the boys was an
unmitigated disaster.  Not only were we tripping over each other, but the
filthy boys joining us were in the way, too.  The confusion scared the
youngest boys, the ones I was responsible for, and virtually every one of
them was bawling.  No sooner were they all ashore then the Captain quickly
pulled away, a look of serious doubt on his face.
	We were trying to calm our young charges down but young boys like
us weren't all that effective against boys who were even younger.  It
surprised me that they were so young.  Some could not have been much more
than four or five years old.  Nonetheless, we did our best to corral them
together, 150 crying little boys, some begging for their mommies, several
wetting their ragged pants.  I was extremely relieved when Terry showed up
and started to hush them quiet for us.  With adolescent skill, he told them
a short story about a little boy on a great adventure.  Soon, he'd tricked
them out of their fears and they were ready to cooperate with us.
	Tod took charge, a bit awkwardly since he was generally too shy for
such things.  Soon, he'd guided our group away from the others and took
them down to the beach to the south of the dock.  There, with some
persuading, we managed to get the boys to remove their ragged clothes and
bathe in the cool lake.  We brought soap for them and made sure they
cleaned themselves fully, especially their hair which was inevitably lice
infested.  The soap killed these instantly and completely, leaving nothing
but silky hair behind.
	Most of the children were pretty embarrassed about being naked with
all the others and would stand where the water was deep enough to hide
their little penises.  These were, to a one, uncircumcised, it being rare
for boys in Raykov to undergo the practice.  Consequently, to ensure a
thorough job, we required them to pull back their foreskins and scrub their
little cocks really well.
	Soon, we were facing some 150 naked little boys all looking
confused and scared, but squeaky clean, too.  We had prepared for this
routine on shore and had plenty of towels for the boys to dry off with.
Once dry, they were each given a pair of white gym shorts and a white
shirt, so white in fact, that the boys practically glowed in the afternoon
sunlight.  Cleaned up, they were really very cute.  In the safe, fresh
clothing, they're behavior improved too and most were starting to smile a
little, boyish smiles with dimples, designed to enchant the older people
who they were dependent on to take care of them.
	Similar scenes were being played out to the north of the dock.
Each of these boys, however, was being given baby blue clothes as they
emerged.  There were several hundred of them, ranging in age from pre-teen
to almost adult.
	Several huge wagons, drawn by teams of horses, were coming up
driven by some of our young brothers.  Into the first two of these we put
the boys dressed in white.  Fearful and confused, they were soon led away
giving us a few minutes to rest while the older boys in baby blue were
loaded onto the others.
	I was exhausted as Rick came up to me grinning.  "Not bad," he
said.  "Thirty-two Kovz Boys in that batch."
	"Cool," my high pitched voice said, too tired to be very
enthusiastic.
	"They're awful cute, Kely," he teased.
	"We don't care," Tod answered for me.  "We're tired."
	"Better shake it off," Rick said starting back to the others.  "The
next boatload should be here in a few minutes.
	We groaned but Rick was pretty accurate.  Soon, the steam-wheeler
was again heading toward us.
	The next load turned out to be even worse.  There had been so many
boys in the other group that Calvin said we should take all the boys who
were twelve and under.  That tripled the number we had to work with.  We
were a lot more organized this time, however, and Calvin stood on the dock
instructing each boy who got off where to go.
	The second load brought another 87 Kovz Boys, making the Guardians
very happy indeed.  It also brought Guardian David to the island and we
were all glad to see him again.  My clearest memories of him went only back
to Raykov, but internally I'd known him for two thousand years.  He was a
very handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen with jet black hair and
deep brown eyes.  He was also very friendly and seemed to exude adolescent
sexuality.  I would like to have had sex with him, but there was certainly
no time for that.
	"What's that?" I asked, seeing that the young man had brought a
gunny sack with him.  It looked heavy as he held it slung over his shoulder
and I couldn't help but think that maybe he'd brought us a present or
something.
	"Oh, hey, look at this."  He had an interesting voice, not terribly
deep and with a distinct lisp that sounded kind of silly to me.  David
called himself a "swisher", a term I didn't really understand, but that he
seemed kind of proud of.  There were other boys kind of like him.  I just
figured they were a little different.
	"Calvin," David called over to the other Guardian.  "Come see
this."
	"What is it?" the young man asked.  He seemed a little impatient
what with so much to do, but was willing to take the time for another
Guardian.
	"This was a gift given to King Mike in Raykov," the new arrival
said.  He'd put the gunny sack on the ground.  As he talked, he gently
untied the ropes that held it shut and unveiled the most amazing sculpture
I had ever seen.
	It appeared to be made of glass or crystal, almost magically
translucent.  Imbedded within it were green, red, yellow and blue gems.  So
mysterious did it appear that it took me a moment to realize that it was a
statue of a young boy, perhaps nine or ten years old.  The sculpture was
exquisite, the glass or crystal carved in intricate and incredible detail.
It was such pure material, however, that much of the detail merged into its
clarity.  You could only see certain parts of it at any given time,
depending on what angle you looked at it with.  If it weren't for the fact
that it was a statue of a boy, and one sporting an obvious erection, I'd
have thought it belonged in the Labar museum or something.  As it was, it
looked like something that could only belong to Kovzland.
	David told the story as he had been told it by the King of Raykov.
The statue had been wrested from a dragon more than two hundred league's to
the north.  This would have put it so far out of the "civilized" world that
it was unlikely ever to have been known to the Kovz Boys before.  And yet
there it stood, about two feet tall and magnificent, so beautiful I found
myself just staring at it.
	"How did you get it away from Mike?" Calvin asked, the young man
apparently as enchanted by the statue's beauty as I was.
	"It cost a lot, Calvin," David admitted, looking a bit
uncomfortable.  "I think we need to talk about it in Council."
	Calvin nodded, still gazing at the statue and shifting his head to
see it from every angle.  "It couldn't have been too much," he said.  "It's
definitely an artifact and it's not one the Kovz Boys made."
	"I thought it might have been made by the Satyrs," David suggested.
	Calvin nodded.  "It could be.  Well, we'll turn it over to
Jonathan.  He's still learning but he can see what he can come up on this."
	"Who's Jonathan?" David asked.
	"The new High Priest," Calvin explained, reaching down to wrap the
statuette in the gunny sack.  "He's a sharp kid, David.  If anyone can
figure it out, he can."
	I had no doubt of that.  I was kind of sorry to see the statue go
away, but when it was gone I just shrugged and stood back up.  There was a
lot of work to do.
	Over the next two hours, we cleaned, deloused and clothed five
hundred boys on the south end of the dock.  It was a bit more interesting
this time because the difference in ages made for more interesting
cock-watching.  None of our boys were old enough to have pubic hair or even
penises that were very big, but they were a long sight more varied than
those of the little boys we'd had earlier.  Still, it was a lot of work.
	Soon, we were loading these boys up on the returning wagons, again
dressed in their white and baby blue outfits.  Thus segregated, the new
boys were taken to their new homes in White or Baby Blue.
	Kelly, Tod and I were assigned to White along with several others
including Calvin.  We rode on the buckboards of the last wagons, all of us
exhausted but Calvin smiling happily.  The wagon took us to the center of
the town that housed White.  This took more than an hour, with crying,
irritable boys in the back.  Nonetheless, we dutifully jumped from the
buckboards and guided the small boys out of the wagons to join the group
who had arrived earlier.
	I had no idea where to even begin with all of them.  There were
more than seven hundred of them and only twenty-two of us.  Fortunately,
Calvin was so big and had such great talent for dealing with boys that he
quickly got them organized into teams of ten, each lead by what he called a
"squad leader".  The boy picked to be a squad leader was inevitably very
proud of the distinction and took an active part in quieting his young
charges.  He then took five of these "squads" and put them together in what
he called a "platoon", appointing an older boy to be leader of each of
these.  He then organized four of each platoon into what he called
"companies" and appointed a boy who was older still to serve as a commander
of each.  Finally, he put them altogether into a "battalion".
	"Where did you learn how to do this?" I smiled with respect up at
my young friend.
	"US Army," he sniffed, his hands clasped behind his back as he
surveyed the mass of young boys before him.  They were on a wide, open
expanse of grass which, though weeks had passed since our arrival, had not
grown in the slightest.  There was a little bit of space between the
platoons and a bit more between the companies.  The platoon leaders and
squad leaders were trying to get their boys to stand in straight lines but
they weren't having a lot of success.  Still, it was a lot more orderly
than I could have managed.  They looked incredible: a sea of white clad
boys on the bright green of the lawn.
	"Alright, shut up!" Calvin barked out at the milling, chattering
boys before him.  His powerful voice over-rode everything else and the boys
fell amazingly silent.  "Squad leaders, you are responsible for making sure
that the boys in your squad are taken care of.  Platoon leaders, you are
responsible for making sure the squad leaders are doing their jobs.  Do you
understand that?"
	The boys nodded awkwardly and looked uncertain.
	"Okay!" Calvin continued.  "The first thing I want your boys to
learn is how to stand in a straight line.  When all the lines are straight,
we'll go in and get something to eat but not until then."
	Calvin had been pretty nice to them.  None of that "I can't hear
you!" stuff.  Nonetheless, when it came to getting the boys to line up, he
was a minor tyrant.  It took more than half an hour and wasn't accomplished
until he and Prince Ben actually went out among them and told them where to
stand.  I was getting bored but at least they weren't going crazy as young
boys are wont to do.
	Finally, he let them file into the largest of White's mansions, the
only one capable of holding all 700 of them.  It took more than an hour for
the line to snake itself into the house where Brendan and some of the
others were ready with dinner.  There was plenty of food to feed the boys
but since there were so many of them and so few of us, it was a cold dinner
of fruits, nuts and vegetables -- nothing that had to be prepared.
	In the meantime, the ten and eleven year olds who had been
appointed as battalion and company commanders were given a quick tour of
the mansion by Calvin with Kelly and me in tow.  While ensuring that the
other boys got fed, Calvin had narrowed down the number of boys he had to
deal with directly to only a half dozen.  Kelly and I were learning a lot.
	The tall Guardian showed each of the company commanders where to
assign their platoon leaders and quickly taught them the rudiments of
command.  He told them, for example, not to tell each boy which room to
take, but to tell their platoon leaders which rooms were theirs and have
them assign squads and then have the squad leaders assign specific rooms.
The boys nodded their understanding.  They were obviously still very
confused about everything, but Calvin never gave them the chance to ask
questions, just kept telling them what to do and how to do it.
	Later, when we'd returned to the dining room, one of the company
commanders got into a fight with one of his platoon leaders.  Not an
argument, but a real fight, with skinny arms flying and young fists
pounding each other.  Calvin was there in a second but, to my confusion, he
didn't stop it, just watched the skinny young boys in their white outfits
wrestling around on the floor.  When it was obvious that the company
commander was getting his butt kicked, Calvin suddenly reached down with
both hands, gripped each of the boys by the arm and jerked them to their
feet in an instant.
	"You're fired," he said to the crying little boy who had been
company commander.  "You're the commander of Bravo Company now," he said to
the victor.  "I suggest you get with the Battalion Commander and get
instructions quick because if you haven't done every single thing I said to
do tonight, you're going to get a spanking."
	Fortunately, the Battalion Commander was a pretty sharp kid and
remembered almost all the training the company commanders had received.
Calvin had also shaken up the upstart new commander enough that he was
ready to listen to just about anyone and do as he was told.  Oddly enough,
Calvin actually took the former company commander under his personal wing,
literally.  For the rest of that evening, everywhere he went he took the
skinny eleven year old, his arms always holding to the small boy.  Soon,
the kid was smiling and fawning up to him like an older brother.
	I didn't get this military stuff at all and I wasn't sure that I
liked it.  Kovzland wasn't supposed to be an army.  It was supposed to be a
happy paradise of boy love.  Nonetheless, over the next few days I had to
admit that it was successful.  At first, Calvin was a stern taskmaster,
giving the boys very little time to do anything but follow orders.  Days
were spent in marching drills and evenings spent teaching Kelly, me, the
commanders, and often the platoon leaders, how to run the house.  There
wasn't a lot of time left over for fun.
	Soon, however, Calvin started to ease back and his commanders
matured into able leaders, his platoon leaders into effective followers and
leaders.  The boys were soon preparing their own meals, cleaning up after
themselves, and generally behaving pretty well.  They were soon allowed to
go the stores to pick out their own clothes, though there wasn't a lot of
choice since all the clothes were the same brilliant white color.  But
order was starting to emerge from the chaos and the boys were adapting.
Soon, they were given more free time and, when they had it, they followed
most of the rules they'd been given.  There were a few spankings to drive
the rules home and there was more than one boy who had to be comforted when
he was crying and scared, but it was working out.
	The one thing there wasn't a lot of was sex for the simple reason
that it was expressly forbidden.  Kelly, Tod, me and the other boys who had
been there before were still allowed to play with each other at night, but
Calvin wouldn't even let us go naked anywhere else, though he did start
encouraging the newcomers to shed their clothes when they played, a thing
some of them did, but not many.  More than twenty of the boys were
summarily dismissed by Calvin during the first week.  It took me a while
before I realized he was sending away the boys who were getting erections.
These were instantly taken off to Baby Blue.  There were also a handful of
boys from Baby Blue who would occasionally appear at White and be absorbed
into the existing squads and platoons.
	After the first week, Calvin got all the boys together in one big
formation.  In his strong, booming voice, he told them that Kelly was going
to be their new commander and that they would be following his orders.
With that, he smiled, wished us well, and departed from White.
	Needless to say, neither Kelly nor I had any desire to be in
command of so many boys, nor did Ben, Tod or the others who stayed on with
us.  The only things that really kept us going were Brendan's advice (who
kept his presence at a bare minimum) and the eager efforts of our battalion
commander and company commanders to help us.  Even without Calvin, White
managed to stumble along okay.  By the end of the following week, it was
pretty much running itself and we spent most of our time teaching games to
the commanders to pass on to their boys or consoling the really small boys
who needed a lot of extra attention.
	Both Kelly and I were relieved when, early one morning, we received
word that there would be a meeting of the Council that night. The Council
was the term used to indicate a meeting of all the Royal Family and all the
Guardians.  These were the best meetings to have because it was in them
that all the real decisions were made.  It was the only type of meeting
we'd had in the new era and usually it meant that several non-Council
members would be present as well: anyone who could express an opinion and
provide insight.  Both Kelly and I noticed that this invitation was for
Royalty and Guardians only, however, with none of the other boys permitted.
Kovzland was reestablishing itself.  I imagined that was the thing Calvin
wanted to convey by excluding the other boys.
	The idea of the meeting appealed to Kelly and I because it was
conspicuously being held at the palace which meant that we would be able to
get away from our often obnoxious charges and be with real people for a
change.  While we were gone, White would be under the direct control of our
Battalion and Company commanders.
	We left for the palace shortly after dark, both riding white ponies
up the rising road, with Tod and Ben atop small horses.  It was a special
trip for us, one of the few times we'd had in the past couple of weeks to
be together without a bunch of little boys demanding we do something else.
We'd left early enough to take our time and we did so, getting to the
palace shortly before the meeting was to start.
	We walked the long distance to the Council Meeting Chambers on the
second floor feeling free and relaxed.  Much of that vanished when we
entered, but we were still young and tried to ignore it.
	The Council meeting room consisted of two raised platforms, each
facing the other with a long desk before each.  The places for everyone
were clearly marked.  On one platform, the princes of the various towns
were to sit.  Directly opposite them, the respective Guardian would sit.
We didn't realize this initially, but Garrick, as Guardian of the Royal
Family, quickly scurried up to us and pointed out protocol.  For one thing,
the princes weren't even supposed to be in the room yet.  Garrick quickly
ushered them out behind the curtain behind the Royal Family's side then led
me to my seat.  I was to the far left of the Guardians' platform and ended
up sitting two empty seats down from Terry.  Somehow, I knew what was
happening and didn't let it worry me.  At the same time, I would have
preferred just sitting with Kelly and giggling through the meeting like we
usually did.
	The other Guardians came in, but I saw no more of the Royal Family.
Soon, each of the Guardians was in his place flanking Garrick who, as
Guardian of the Royal Family, sat at the center.
	"With your permission, brothers..." Garrick, looking very young,
nodded to each of us.
	"It is as it should be... again," Calvin nodded his approval.
	Garrick accepted this as being the word of all of us and he stood
behind his place at the long desk, gently pounding a gavel on its wooden
pedestal.  "Guardians of Kovzland," his young voice said.  "I present His
Majesty and the Royal Family of Kovzland."
	Unconsciously, I felt myself rising and standing at attention as
the Royal Family entered.  There were only four of them: Prince Kelly
entering first, followed by Prince Tod Harb, King Erin Rogers and Prince
Ben Alfors.  Each of these took their respective seats, all seeming to know
what to do.  Even Kelly waited until Erin had sat down and I suddenly felt
like the only child in the room.  Awkwardly, I copied the Guardians and sat
down when they did.  I glanced at Kelly and he smirked a little, but when I
looked at Ben and Tod, both princes were too preoccupied and nervous to
notice.  I felt strange.
	"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highnesses, and Brothers," Garrick began
in a voice that cracked with puberty and showed how young he was to be
leading such a formal meeting.  "I want to welcome you to the First Council
of New Kovz.  His Majesty and I have labored long to restore this duty of
the Council and I appreciate your cooperation with it."
	Duty?  What was he talking about?  I looked at him and saw how
exhausted he was.  He looked like he had had even less sleep than I had.
Looking across at Erin, I realized that both of them must have been up all
night practicing, studying and discussing the obligations of the king in
Kovzland.  I felt somewhat guilty, after spending most of the prior evening
feeling like Tod, Ben, Kelly and I were the only ones doing any work.
Looking around at the Council, I realized that all of us had been very busy
the past few weeks.  No where was that more evident than it was on Garrick
and Erin.  Two thousand new boys.  That was a lot to absorb all at once for
a society that had never numbered more than five thousand in the past.
	"With your permission, Your Majesty," Garrick said to Erin, "the
Guardians will provide their reports on the houses."
	"You are my trusted council," Erin said solemnly.  "I command that
you conduct this meeting on my behalf "
	This seemed a silly thing to say and I grinned across at Calvin.
Calvin wasn't looking at me, however.  He was sitting with his chin on his
fists, leaning forward on the vast desk of the Guardians.  As the ritual
was concluded, he stared squarely, solemnly at Erin and nodded with
approval.  I looked across at the young boy, too, hoping to catch his eye,
hoping to see his cute face smile boyishly at me as it had when I'd first
met him.  But he didn't look up and his smooth, pale brown face looked
drawn and tired.
	"You honor me, Your Majesty," Garrick bowed slightly.  "By your
leave, I call forth the report of His Highness, Prince of White."
	For a scant second, I sat there waiting for Kelly to respond.
Before the pause even became noticeable, however, I felt my legs lifting me
to my feet.  It was insane.  I had no idea what I was supposed to report,
much less what the protocol was.
	"By Your grace," I heard my childish, soprano voice saying, with a
slight bow to Kelly.  "His Highness, Prince of White, commands that I
inform you of the confusion in that House.  We have processed too many boys
too quickly.  At least two hundred of the boys we've accepted should not be
in White and we currently risk despoiling our noble purposes.  His highness
requests that we immediately process two hundred twenty boys from White to
Baby Blue."
	I had no understanding of what I was saying and yet I knew that I
was telling the truth.  I looked across at Kelly and realized that he had
no greater understanding of what I was talking about than I did.  He looked
confused and delighted at the same time as he watched me.
	A silence followed and I felt my knees lowering me back to my
chair.  Everyone seemed to be thinking about what I'd said but me and
Kelly.  We both looked confused.  To my knowledge I'd never even thought
about whether or not boys should or shouldn't be at White.  I shrugged
across at Kelly and he shrugged his little shoulders back.
	"How many boys are in White now?" Erin asked, writing something on
the pad in front of him.
	"Seven hundred twenty-six, Your Majesty," I said.
	"And you already want to move more than a fourth of them to Baby
Blue?" he asked me, sending shivers of fear down my spine.  His face, as
soft and innocent as any thirteen year old's, looked intensely committed to
his purpose.  "Surely you know the Temple can't process that many through
the Rite of Passage."
	"The Rite of Passage becomes insignificant, Your Majesty," I heard
myself saying, though I felt quelled by the gasps and stares around me.
"If you wish to protect White, it must be protected from within first," I
continued.  "Once you permit contamination, you destroy White.  I report to
you simply that, unless something is done immediately, you will have no
White to protect.  The fact that there is no time for the Rite of Passage
is one I am fully aware of and fully understand.  It does not change the
fact, however, that a great many of these boys do not belong in White and
they will, within a matter of days, contaminate it beyond hope of
redemption.  I do not wish to deny them their ascension to manhood by
proper Rite of Passage.  We are, however, being foolish if we believe that
these boys came here as complete innocents.  They already know what secrets
we would try to keep from them.  We only invite the destruction of White by
delaying their ascension any longer."
	I said this with such confidence and certainty that, when finished,
I blushed horrendously.  I was saying that many of the sweet, little boys
in my charge, although prepubescent, were quite sexually active.  If they
weren't removed, they would soon have sex with all the other little ones,
though some were little more than five years old.  How could I even know
that?!
	Erin sighed and nodded.  "Guardian of White, you will process all
questionable members of White for Baby Blue immediately.  Do not wait for
confirmation or efficiency." A wave of discomfort and mild protest was
already sweeping the room, but Erin continued without the slightest pause.
"I will not have White tainted," he said firmly, echoing one of Kovzland's
founding laws.  "I command you and the Prince of White, to remove any
questionable members before this day is through."
	"Yes, Your Majesty," I said, standing and giving a slight bow
before re-seating myself.
	"There are repercussions, Your Majesty..." Calvin began in a solemn
voice, sounding even deeper after Erin and my childish sopranos.
	"You can't do that..." Rick chimed in suddenly, sounding a bit
angry.  "We can't control any more..."
	The other Guardians all seemed to want to speak, Garrick not least
of all.
	"The issue is closed!" Erin declared, standing in an incredible
display of authority for one so young.  His squeaky voice and boyish face
were at total odds with his mature attitude.
	"Your Majesty..." Garrick began in a placating tone.
	"There will be no further discussion," Erin cut him off.  "I will
not lose White at any cost.  I am King.  I have given my instructions.  Do
the Guardians deny that right?"  He looked across the table at all of us,
at all of the Guardians.  Though all of us sat (all but me that is) with
extreme discomfort and obviously wanting to protest, none of us said
anything.  The issue was passed when Calvin raised his hands and shrugged.
Erin sat down with a nod.  "Continue, Guardian," he said, somewhat tightly,
to Garrick.
	"Your Majesty, the report from His Highness, Prince of Baby Blue."
	Rick stood up with his knuckles resting on the table.  He threw a
slightly angry look at me and sighed.  "By Your Grace," he said with a bow
to Prince Ben.  "His Highness, Prince of Baby Blue, reports that he too has
too many boys who understand too much of what is passing around them to
remain in Baby Blue." He gave his introduction tersely, with no small bit
of sarcasm.  Prince Ben was blushing, but seemed to support what Rick was
saying.  "Your Majesty commands that we accept another two hundred boys and
seems to regard that we do not have troubles surviving as is.  For one
matter: we don't have enough people to control the boys we have now.  For
another, a great many of the boys in Baby Blue know far too much to
guarantee the protection of the more innocent ones.  Some are scarcely boys
at all but very determined young men!"  As he spoke, his volume increased
and he seemed to struggle against yelling at the king.  His words made
Kelly and I giggle bashfully because even we knew what he was talking
about, but everyone seemed too tense to join in our giggles and we finally
blushed and fell silent.
	"In saving White, you are succeeding in destroying Baby Blue!
Since, it is also His Highness's duty to protect the purity of Baby Blue,
we lodge formal protest against your earlier ruling and call on the
Guardians to reconsider this obviously foolish choice for a king!"
	Rick sat down with great fanfare.  Looking at him, I understood
that he was as frustrated in his position as I was in mine (though my
frustration was on an intangible, subconscious level).  I would never have
called for Erin's removal, though.
	Erin rose, obviously shaken to the core.  For a long moment, he
looked like the small, pubescent boy he was.  He motioned to Garrick to
approach him and the young Guardian of the Royal Family did so.  The King
leaned forward and whispered in Garrick's ear and Garrick whispered back.
Erin sighed and nodded dismissing Garrick back to his position.  He seemed
noticeably troubled, but sniffed and nodded to himself.  With a visible
swallow in his invisible Adam's apple, he spoke.
	"How many do you need to get rid of, Rick?" he asked, in the same
steady voice.
	"Currently?" Rick asked himself "I would guess between five and six
hundred."
	"Then by midnight tomorrow, you will provide a list of 600 boys to
Calvin.  Calvin, you will schedule a draft for the day after tomorrow."
	"What?!" every one of the Guardians, including me, exclaimed
together.
	"We don't have any choices..." Erin began to explain.
	"Yes we do," Rick protested immediately.  "We can get a new king!
I move we put Tod on the throne.  He was a better king anyway."
	This last quieted everyone and there was a long, uncomfortable
silence, most noticeably in the adorable young prince who was being
nominated for the throne.  I distantly remembered that Tod had been King
before the war; wouldn't naming him again just invite the Old Ones to
attack us? Erin sighed, fixing his boyish face on the much larger and more
mature young man.  "If you suggest any such thing again," he said, the
steely look in his innocent brown eyes looking incongruous on his boyish
face, "I will charge you with treason and have you banished from Kovzland
for one hundred years."
	"You can't..."
	"Garrick..."
	"By authority of the Pact of the Council," Garrick, Guardian of the
Royal Family, reported simply, "the duly appointed and crowned king of
Kovzland is the final, unequivocal ruler of Kovzland.  By the same
document, he may banish anyone in the kingdom for a period of not more than
one hundred years without trial or appeal."
	"I protest to the Guardians..."
	"Under the Pact of the Council," Calvin said simply, not looking at
his brother Guardian, "the Guardians fully assembled may not overrule or
remove the King or any of his princes unless it is a unanimous decision."
	"Then let's hold a vote."
	"There's no point in that, Rick," Calvin said pointedly, letting
everyone know that, whatever else, HE was going to support Erin.  "Sit down
and stop making an ass of yourself."
	Realizing that Calvin was throwing his weight behind Erin, Rick
slowly sat back in his chair.  "We can't have a draft," he sighed rather
calmly, despite the dramatic political loss.  "The colors aren't all
represented.  Besides, there's no time for courtship or anything else."
	"To the second matter," Erin said, "we do away with the courtship
and all the other ceremony you used to do.  For this draft, we'll just pick
the boys ourselves with representatives of each house."
	"Like who?"
	"Prince Tod is here, so he will pick for Blue.  Terry can pick for
Gray since he's their Guardian.  Calvin, you will pick for Yellow, I'll
pick for Red, Rick for Green and David for Purple."
	There were some disgruntled looks around the table, but no one
complained openly.  "What are you going to do when we get the princes back
and they don't like who we've picked?" Rick asked.
	"That won't happen," Erin said with a sigh, before charging on with
his next declaration.  "I'm abdicating the princedoms of any prince who is
not already here, "
	"What?!" the protest came up again.
	"It may be years, even centuries before they return," Erin said
simply.  "Therefore, once you've all completed your drafts, I will allow
each of you to nominate a boy from your house for princedom.  If I like
them, I'll so name them."
	"Can he do that?" Rick asked Calvin before lodging formal protest.
	"He can do anything he wants," the young man shrugged, a rare smile
touching his lips if only slightly.  His eyes were twinkling a little and I
had the intense feeling that he was proud of our new King.
	"Furthermore, I want each of the houses to also have a president,"
Erin continued after a brief, uncomfortable swallow.  "For the first year,
the prince of each house will appoint him.  After that, there will be
annual elections."
	"What's a president for?" Don asked, clearly confused.
	"He'll be the prince's assistant for one.  Later... well, I'll let
you know when I'm ready to."
	"Great," Rick said, barely concealing his disgust.  "Is there
anything else you want to change around here?"
	"Not yet.  These will be sufficient for now." With that said, Erin
stood and unceremoniously left the Council chambers.  The confused princes
looked around for a moment.  Tod, having had some experience with these
sorts of things before, gently touched the younger princes and motioned for
them to come with him.  As soon as they were gone, Rick went to the curtain
and made sure they weren't still in the room.
	"He's on some kind of power trip, Calvin," he protested.  "We have
to stop him now before it's too late."
	"That's not according to the Pact, Rick."
	"Come on, David," Rick beseeched the newly returned Guardian.  "You
agree with me, don't you?"
	"I think he's cute," David grinned.  I liked both David and Rick,
but right now Rick was just a bit too high strung.  David's casual smile
made me smile too.
	"Kelvin... "
	"He's doing a good job, I think," I stammered boyishly,
unaccustomed to politics and getting no help from the mature man inside.
Besides, I had known Erin for more than six months and was still infatuated
with him.  He was one of the sweetest and smartest boys I knew.  I couldn't
imagine him going on a power trip, whatever it was.
	"Well, I know Garrick can't take sides against him... Say, just how
much of this did you put him up to anyway?  You've been with him the past
two days."
	"I swear I didn't tell him anything," Garrick's voice cracked.
"All I told him was the law.  I will say this though: everything he just
did was perfectly legal and well within his rights.  What's more, even
though he's temporarily breaking our traditions, I think he's doing what
needs to be done if our traditions are ever to be restored.  I think he
makes a lot of sense." Garrick was the least mature Guardian present after
me.  Unlike me, however, he had full control over the knowledge and
experiences of two thousand years history in Kovzland.
	"Terry?  Are you going to side with him too?"
	The youth shrugged.  Terry wasn't much more mature than Garrick but
was just as intelligent. I had no doubt that he supported Erin, but didn't
want to offend Rick unnecessarily.  Rick was one of our brothers after all.
	"Okay, then what about the princes?  What are you going to do
without your precious Deane, Kelvin?" Rick asked, referring to a boy I had
loved for many years long, long ago.  The sound of his name brought back a
tug at my heartstrings that I didn't expect and I realized how deeply I'd
missed him.  He'd been such a wonderful boy before the war.
	"When he's back, he'll still be Deane," I shrugged my thin
shoulders.  "His princedom scarcely mattered to me, Rick..."
	Rick watched me for a moment and screwed up his face.  He seemed to
visibly relax and we could all see that he was resigning himself to defeat.
	"Where are you going?" Calvin asked when Rick suddenly started
toward the door.
	"Baby Blue," Rick grinned over his shoulder.  "I'll be damned if
Green's getting a bunch of brats.  "
	The other Guardians were all laughing at this as Rick left the
room, but they didn't laugh for long.
	"Well," David suddenly said rising and starting for the door, "I
suppose I should go and check them out, too." Within seconds, the room was
cleared of everyone but me, the only one who hadn't been assigned one of
the Great Houses to draft for.  Not that it bothered me.  I felt happy for
some reason and enjoyed the chance to sift through what few memories I
could recollect of Deane.
	
	"What do you want to do?" Kelly asked as we were reunited after the
meeting.
	We were walking down one of the back stairwells and I shrugged.  We
didn't have to be back at White for a little while and certainly weren't in
any hurry.  "I don't know.  What do you want to do?"
	The boy thought for a moment, the boyish smile never faltering from
his pretty face.  "We could play hide and go seek..." he suggested with a
sidelong glance at me.
	"It's no fun with just two," I replied.
	"It will be if we play in the Hall of Boys," he giggled childishly.
	I giggled too and we both blushed.  Excited at the prospect of
playing in what was arguably the most erotic of the palace's many erotic
places, we began to move faster, our boyish embarrassment leading us to
push each other and giggle as we got closer.
	Our giggles subsided uneasily as we entered the huge chamber.
Scattered throughout the room were the lifelike statues of a thousand boys,
naked and engaged in all manner of boyish sex-play.  It was late evening by
this time of course and the flickering candles in the crystal chandeliers
gave the eerie impression that the statues were moving out the corner of
our eyes.  The room was still brightly lit and there were few shadows.  Not
only were the chandeliers large and plentiful, but mirrors along the walls
seemed strategically placed to reflect the light into any possible dark
place.
	Standing there by my young friend, I felt my little penis
stiffening in awe and wonder.  I blushed when I realized my hand had
automatically gone to my shorts to straighten my erection out but Kelly
didn't seem to notice.  His mouth hung open as he gazed at all the statues
and the bright twinkling of his pale blue eyes told me he was as enchanted
by them as I was.  He looked so cute in the bright yellow light of the
room, his eleven year old face as smooth as silk, his blond hair looking
even softer and more yellow.  With his mouth hanging open, his lips looked
moist and red and I felt a nervous desire to kiss him.  He was wearing a
white T-shirt that clung very tightly to his skinny body, so tightly that I
could make out the tiny pin-pricks of his nipples on his flat chest.  I
swallowed nervously as I realized how much I wanted to have sex with him.
He was so beautiful and one glance at his yellow gym shorts told me that he
would be willing: his penis wasn't big enough to leave a mound in his
shorts but I could see the rhythmic pulsing between his legs that told me
he had a very stiff erection.
	"You hide first," he giggled suddenly, giving me a shove.  He
apparently hadn't noticed how intently I'd been watching him and I was
still too embarrassed to take the initiative, that despite all our months
as lovers.
	"Okay," my high-pitched voice replied through an awkward smile and
a bright red blush.  He turned to the wall and leaned against it with his
small, slender arms pillowing his head.  I could see his thin little
shoulder blades through his T-shirt, his small, round bottom, the exquisite
softness of his skinny, tanned legs.  I had to sigh to try to quiet my soft
panting and turned away from the boy as he started counting.
	Like Kelly, I was barefoot and was able to run fairly quietly over
the hard wood floor.  I had to tip toe to really be quiet though because my
feet were growing awkwardly large for my small body and I couldn't control
them very well causing them to slap against the smooth floor.  Kelly's
soprano voice echoed in the huge room as I darted through the naked boy
statues.  They were incredibly lifelike and incredibly beautiful but I was
still a boy and was more intent on our game than I was on my little
erection.
	Hide and go seek was our second favorite game, following our
favorite of scrounging through the ruins.  In the old city it was a
particularly fun game: there were lots of places to hide and there were the
other little boys to play with.  I thought about how much fun it would be
out in the gardens once the other boys arrived.  With all its mazes and
secret hiding places, it was a natural for hide and go seek.
	I was at the far end of the hall by the time Kelly reached
twenty-five and his childish voice echoed "Ready or not, here I come!"
There were so many statues between me and him that I knew he couldn't see
me, but I couldn't find any good place to hide.  Wherever I might go, Kelly
would see me as soon as he found the right angle.  Where do you hide in a
room filled with naked, lifelike boys?
	The obvious answer finally dawned on me.  As Kelly's bare feet
plodded around the room and his giggles echoed, I grabbed hold of the arm
of a naked statue of a young man.  Blushing, but grinning at my audacity
and cleverness, I peeled my shorts and underpants down my skinny legs.
Getting naked excited me, of course, and my penis stiffened into a full
erection even before I reached for my T-shirt.  It was growing as my twelve
year old body neared puberty and stuck out its still hairless three inches
looking skinny but rock hard.  The purple head was even shining like a
mirror in the bright light.  Kelly was getting closer as I stood up naked
and looked around awkwardly for a place to hide my clothes.  There really
wasn't a good place, but I finally settled on squirreling them behind the
short pedestal the statue stood on.  Feeling a rush of adrenaline in fear
of being caught, I stepped up beside the statue and turned my body part-way
toward it, instantly freezing in place.
	The statue was of a young man who was considerably taller than me
and I came no higher than the small nipples on its muscular chest.  Whoever
it was of, he had a magnificent body, with a broad, well-proportioned chest
and a long, slender abdomen of rippling muscles.  I thought I fit into the
tableau rather well, but was embarrassed to discover that it left me
staring straight down at one of the largest cocks I'd ever seen.  I was so
shocked by its size and obvious excitement that my eyes widened and I
wanted to look up and see who it was.  I could hear Kelly getting closer,
however, and dare not move for fear of being caught.
	The penis was a full nine inches long and stuck straight out from
the muscular body, pointing upward.  It looked thick enough that my hands
probably couldn't have wrapped around it though they were growing faster
than the rest of me was.  In the occasionally flickering light, it even
seemed to be throbbing.  The head was bulbous and seemed exquisitely
crafted, shining a purple almost as bright and mirror-like as my own little
boyhood.  The long, thick shaft was a pale brown color with one knotted
vein along the top and several smaller ones running around it, looking for
all the world like they were frantically engorging the huge thing with
hardness and excitement.  The only penis I'd seen that even came close to
it in size was Brendan's but even his gifted adolescence wasn't that big.
	Kelly was giggling delightedly.  "Nope!" He laughed hysterically,
"That was when you were a lot younger!" I suddenly realized that the young
boy had second-guessed my trick and was already examining the statues to
look for me.  I could also tell, however, that he was still halfway up the
room and I dared to look up at my statuesque companion.  It was Calvin!
	"Kovz," I actually whispered aloud.  It was a perfect likeness of
him, at least as far as I'd seen before.  I'd never imagined that his adult
penis could be THAT big.  I swallowed nervously, realizing how close I'd
come on several occasions to trying to seduce our eldest member.  I had
been so proud of my maturing body, despite its continuing childishness, but
the realization of how far I was from real maturity was more than a little
daunting.  I looked back down at his erection and tried to freeze as still
as he was.  Unfortunately, the sight and magnificence of him and the
increasing desire in my own immature body were so great that I couldn't
help trembling a little.
	He was complete with pubic hair, of course, and I was fascinated
and jealous of it.  They were black and wiry but glistened in the light and
looked soft somehow.  Like any pure Kovz Boy, he had no hair on his belly
even down below his navel, none on his thighs and none on his large
testicles; just the soft looking bush around the base of his penis.  It
seemed like a great deal of hair to me, but it was no where near as much as
a normal human man would have.
	I was so fascinated by it and so curious that I longed to touch it,
to hold it, to see if my mouth could hold all of that big cock head inside,
but Kelly was getting still closer and I dare not move.  As I stood waiting
for him to reach me, I wondered if Calvin would be interested in a hairless
little boy like me.  Perhaps I wasn't as in love with him as I was with
Kelly or Tod, but the muscular maturity and man-sized penis of the Guardian
attracted me in quite a different way.  Wouldn't he be nice enough to me if
I was really sweet and asked him to play with me real nicely?  I decided
that there was no way an adult man would be interested in a hairless little
boy with a tiny erection like mine.
	Kelly was getting so close now that I could see his giggling body
out the corner of my eye.  I kept staring at Calvin's huge erection, my own
hairless penis pulsing even more frantically, but my attention shifted now,
boyishly more concerned about fooling Kelly than in having sex.
	My beautiful young friend was still giggling and enjoying exploring
the statues though he quickly dismissed any that didn't resemble me at some
age or another.  Since he'd been my most frequent lover for months now,
there weren't very many who could fool him even for a second: he knew every
inch of my body better than he did his own.  I knew his just as well, of
course, and I doubted that he could hide from me for even a moment.  Unlike
me, however, he wasn't aging any and almost every statue of him in the room
looked exactly like he did today.  Statues of me ranged from me as a six
year old to me as a young man almost Calvin's age.
	Kelly was only a couple of statues away.  Even if he didn't
recognize me, I was certain that he would spot my clothes in the corner or
see the way my little penis was pulsing up and down between my legs.  I was
thinking about breaking for it and running for a new hiding place when a
new voice echoed.
	"Kelly?!  What are you doing?" The voice had changed but was still
rough and uneven with puberty.  I recognized it immediately as Guardian
Terry Carver, age fifteen.
	Kelly giggled immediately and I knew him well enough to sense his
embarrassment at being caught examining all the statues.  "Kelvin's hiding
in here," the little boy replied.
	"Oh, he is," the older boy smiled.  I could see him walking toward
Kelly now though I didn't look up.  He had an extremely attractive body,
one that I thought was pretty even though I didn't look at him and even
though he was wearing blue jeans and a long sleeve dress shirt.  He was
about five foot ten, thin but boyishly muscular around his chest, and his
arms and legs had the long, gangly, awkwardness of puberty that I had
already learned to appreciate.  Evidencing his body's changes even more
dramatically were the size of his hands and feet.  He could palm
basketballs in both hands and wore size fourteen sneakers.  I was still too
young to consciously appreciate these visible signs of his growth to
manhood but they were intensely attractive to me subconsciously.
	"Yeah," Kelly's childish face grinned broadly.  He was still gazing
around trying to find me as Terry met him.  "But I know he's pretending to
be a statue."
	Terry was almost a full foot taller than the little boy and he
smiled down at him, his overgrown hands gently taking hold of the boy's
thin shoulders.  "I know how we can find him," he said.
	"How?" Kelly's smiling face, looking intrigued and curious, gazed
up at the older youth.
	"Like this," Terry said, still smiling at the boy.  His hands slid
down Kelly's skinny body and took hold of the hem of his T-shirt.  Kelly
giggled as Terry pulled the shirt up, the little boy raising his arms and
letting Terry bare his little chest.
	"Kelvin!" Kelly giggled hysterically.  "Terry's going to play with
me!" He seemed utterly delighted at the prospect and Terry clearly knew
that he was.  The older boy's huge hands took hold of the small mounds of
the little boy's chest and tenderly petted his little rib cage until Kelly
shuddered with giggles.  "Kelvin!" his soprano voice squealed again.
	I was already looking up at them now but neither had noticed it.
Terry was adoring the boy's pretty face and Kelly was giggling up at him
filled with the excitement of having his little boner played with by the
older youth.  I felt a rush of jealousy but the sight of Terry fondling my
little friend's smooth skin was adorable and I watched them as my own
hairless erection pulsed harder.  It was always fun having sex with another
prepubescent boy, but older boys were always better.  Not only did they
feel so much more passionate about sex than little boys, but they also knew
what felt good.  As a Guardian, Terry was that much more expert in the
sensitivities of little boys' bodies.
	He was thoroughly accepting of Kelly's nervous, bashful giggling
and didn't let it infringe on his gentle attention to the ten year old's
bare skin.  His long fingers petted the hairless, sensitive skin on Kelly's
armpits, gently rubbed over the skinny, round balls of his shoulders,
tenderly caressed the smooth, baby soft skin of Kelly's skinny, childish
chest.  Kelly was clearly embarrassed, but with all Terry's tender caresses
and pubescent adoration for his boyishness, his natural shyness gradually
faded as the desires of his immature body began to respond.  His cheeks
grew rosy with blush as his giggling relaxed into a bashful smile; his eyes
dropped almost seductively down to the floor; his thin body moved ever so
slightly closer to the warmth and affection of the older boy.
	"That a boy," Terry's baritone voice cracked slightly.  Seeing and
sensing the little boy's growing willingness for sex, Terry let his big
hands move lower, let them slide up and down on Kelly's little ribs, kept
rubbing up and down until the boy's instinctive shivers and ticklish
shudders subsided.  As his left hand continued stroking the thin, baby
soft, little body, his other hand slipped down to Kelly's shorts and I
could see his long, slender fingers sorting through the cloth, finding the
stiff little penis between the child's legs.  Kelly's body tensed
immediately and he giggled, but Terry just smiled down at him and kept
fondling his erection.  Even from my distance I could see the mound in
Terry's jeans pressing out from between his own legs.
	I was at a loss about what to do now.  My three inch wiener was as
excited as ever.  Watching Terry fondling the hairless penis I knew so well
and seeing how gentle and adoring his hand was on my little friend's chest
was driving me mad with a desire to be caressed and loved the way he was
loving Kelly.  But they were going to have sex.  I knew they were.  It
wasn't right for me to just barge in.  They'd think I was just coming in to
have my penis played with, too.  As Terry's long fingers started pulling
Kelly's shorts down, I was so horny I thought my knees would buckle.
	Kelly stood blushing with his arms limp at his sides.  He looked
down and watched as the older boy lifted the elastic band of his shorts and
lovingly lowered it down around the little innocent erection between
Kelly's thighs.  Kelly's penis hadn't changed at all in all the months I'd
known him.  It was still very small, only two and a half inches long and no
thicker than a man's pinkie finger, and it still pointed straight out,
almost directly up at his face, pulsing rhythmically with his excited
heartbeat.  Even my little boner had outgrown his since we'd met.  His
penis head looked just as sculpted as did the statue of Calvin's, but it
was rounder, not as pointed near the slit, and it was paler in color, more
pink than purple and glowing an excited red around the ridge that separated
it from his pale shaft.  It shined just as brightly as Calvin's, however,
and mirrored the light.  Unlike Calvin, his penis shaft itself looked
smooth and pale, with no veins visible even though his cock was as hard as
granite.  He had very little foreskin left after his circumcision and the
skin along his penis shaft looked stretched tight, almost as if his penis
would have been larger save that the skin covering it was holding it in.
The baby soft, pale skin of his belly ran all the way up to the root of his
penis without a single silver hair to mark the transition.  His testicles
were still childish and very round, hanging ever so gently in a thick,
boyish scrotum that was just as smooth and hairless as the rest of his
body.  I loved his penis and, though I'd done it a hundred times before,
still longed to suck on it.
	Terry's smooth cheeks were blushing too, though I suspect more from
desire than embarrassment.  He slid the shorts down the little boy's thin,
hairless legs and helped his small feet step out of them.  Kelly's penis
just stuck out straight as a board eagerly awaiting the affection it knew
would soon be coming.
	The little boy giggled and Terry laughed a little with him.  No
sooner had he stripped Kelly's shorts off then he started unbuttoning his
own shirt, his brown eyes gazing up and down the skinny, naked boy's body
with obvious desire.  I had never had sex with Terry before and I'd never
seen him naked, at least not in this life.  Statues and pictures of him
undoubtedly filled the palace and yet I couldn't remember seeing them.
Even if I had, I doubt that they could have done justice to the beautiful,
smooth chest I saw pressing slowly through the buttons of his shirt.
	He was pubescently thin, as I've said, but his chest itself swelled
in firm but boyish mounds of hard muscle.  His nipples were a beautiful
brown color, perfectly suited to the smooth, lightly tanned softness of his
chest.  As his gangly arms pulled the shirt back over his shoulders, I
could see his ribs rippling along his sides.  Along the front, there was
nothing but a smooth, flat belly, looking every bit as soft and beautiful
as Kelly's.  He had no navel hair, of course, and the skin was smooth and
immaculate all the way down to the belt-line of his blue jeans.  His
shoulders, broadening with young manhood, rippled with long, slender
muscles and I could see his shoulder blades ripple as he pulled his shirt
off and bared his magnificent body.
	Blushing, Kelly gazed at the long, muscular chest and abdomen
before him and I could tell he liked it.  I wished my body looked as hard
and rippled but no matter how much I tried, my body was as skinny and
undeveloped as Kelly's was.  The hard muscles of the older boys were still
denied me.  Like Kelly, I also gazed at the big bulge in Terry's jeans and
imagined what a wonderful penis they must hold.  His cock, obviously erect,
made a mound that looked delightful in his tight pants.  Rather than remove
them, however, Terry's big hands came to rest on Kelly's thin little
shoulders, caressing the baby soft skin with love.
	Kelly, no stranger to boy sex by this time, knew what he was
supposed to do and I stared transfixed as his small hands reached out and
awkwardly fumbled for the snap to Terry's jeans.  He popped it and, with
childish eagerness, instantly took hold of the zipper and pulled it down.
Terry wasn't wearing underwear and his penis quickly found the opening it
desired.  I felt my heart pounding and my breath racing as the beautiful
young thing unfolded itself and was free to rise to attention.  It grew at
a fantastic rate, appearing and growing within seconds until it poked out
of his jeans and straight out toward Kelly's face.  Kelly's own little
erection stuck out almost parallel to his belly.  Terry's stood at about 45
degrees.  Both, however, were throbbing up and down even from where I
stood.
	Kelly giggled boyishly, his pale blue eyes gazing at the man-sized
penis he'd uncovered.  He kept trying to peel Terry's jeans down (they were
very tight) but his eyes just stared at the erection only inches away.
Terry's penis was by no means as large as the one on Calvin's statue, but
it was considerably larger than either Kelly's or my little boyhoods.
Fully erect, it was more than six inches long, though still rather slender.
His glans, circumcised and swollen clear from his penis shaft, were a deep
purple color and were shaped more like Calvin's than Kelly's.  Pale blue
veins bulged along its young length though not as visibly as Calvin's and
his oblong testicles hung in a soft, brown scrotum, wrinkled slightly
around their gentle curves.  He had mature pubic hair but it was in a small
patch around his erection, leaving an inch wide band of curly brown hair
between his legs.
	Terry's huge feet were still wearing his tennis shoes so Kelly had
to leave his jeans down around his ankles.  It was still far enough to see
the long, slender beauty of the youth's legs.  Hairless and smooth, Terry's
legs were firm and muscular but not thick.  Long, thin muscles rippled down
his thighs and made visible, hard bulges along his calves.  They enchanted
me in a way I hadn't felt before.  Against the size of his feet, his legs
were strangely fascinating.  Atop them, his buttocks were round and plump,
not sagging at all and looking as soft as the rest of his body.
	I was so infatuated with this beautiful specimen of mature puberty
that I didn't realize that Kelly had heard my boyish panting.  When he
giggled, his blue eyes met mine and my face felt hot with embarrassment.
	Noticing that Kelly was looking at someone, Terry turned and
grinned at me, his near naked body rippling everywhere possible with ribs
and firm muscles.  "Come on, Kely," he grinned at me, his brown eyes
instantly seeing the frantic excitement of my little erection.
	I was horribly embarrassed to be caught watching them but the sight
of their naked bodies, Kelly's so small and childish, Terry's so alive with
adolescence, both of them as erect and excited as I was, was more than
enough to overcome my boyishness.  Blushing crimson and hot, I walked over
to them, perhaps more quickly than I should have to appear aloof Terry
clearly didn't worry about it, however, and no sooner did I reach them than
his long, slender arm slipped around my thin shoulders and pulled me up
against his bare side.  I looked up at him bashfully and instantly found
myself nose to nose with him, his warm moist lips pressing against mine as
he held me.  He was an all-pro kisser like most of the more experienced
boys in Kovzland and he was also a Guardian, suggesting centuries of
experience kissing boys.  Most boys kissed almost as a game; Terry was so
good at it that I instantly grew even more excited, feeling his big hand
and long fingers stroking across my little boy chest.  Air hissed through
his nose as his lips opened and his slimy tongue slipped into my mouth.
The incredible talent of his tongue convinced me that I would need to
practice kissing more: it was a lot nicer than I'd ever thought it could
be.
	Kelly was giggling and I opened my eyes and could see him grinning
at me.  His little hands were both holding to the rock hard manhood between
the Guardian's young legs, stroking the tight skin up and down.  His hands
looked all the more childish against the six and a half inch length of the
young man's cock and against the curly pubic hairs surrounding it.  Terry
obviously liked the awkward boy's grasp because his penis head was starting
to shine even brighter, sculpted like a military helmet, purple coloring
fading to a white hardness tinged with red excitement.  The gentle pressure
of his mouth against mine and the cracking tenor moans sounding from deep
in his hard chest made me wonder if he was going to climax standing there.
If he did, his sperm would shoot out all across Kelly's little chest and I
thought that would look very pretty indeed.
	"Okay," he gasped and grinned, pulling his lips from mine and
leaving his saliva all over my chin.  "You guys know what to do." He was
smiling happily and his long arms held to both Kelly and my little
shoulders.  As he lowered himself to the floor, both Kelly and I felt his
tender guidance and we both lay down on either side of him.  Kelly was
giggling childishly, little hands already petting the rock hard cock and
pubic hair between Terry's legs.  Terry's hands guided both our small heads
toward his penis and we both knew he wanted us to suck him off.
	"Keep your legs up here," the young adolescent smiled, big hands
moving our little legs up toward his head.  I joined Kelly's hands in
fondling the big penis of the older boy and smiled at my young friend.  I
could feel Terry's hand spreading my legs a little and turning me so that
my stiff little boner didn't press against the carpet.  On the other side
of him, his other hand was doing the same with Kelly's little body.  This
left both Kelly and I laying a little awkwardly, but both our hairless
boyhoods stood erect and within easy grasp of the older boy.  He wasted no
time in moving each of his hands to our penises, gently petting our baby
soft pubic areas and making us giggle excitedly.
	Terry didn't have to tell us what to do, though my mouth had never
shared a boy's penis with another boy (at least not that I could clearly
recall in this lifetime).  Our little hands had already caressed the
swollen cock into almost bursting with pressure, however, and his purple
head looked too tasty to avoid.  Besides, the slit was gaping open and I
wanted to be near it when his hot sperm started squirting out.  Kelly must
have been thinking the same thing for as I moved my mouth to the youth's
big erection, so did Kelly.  We giggled a little as our lips kissed against
opposite sides of Terry's penis head and Terry instantly rewarded each of
us by taking hold of our immature little boners.
	What followed was a little awkward because both Kelly and I were
used to swallowing penis heads whole.  This time, we had to share the
youth's throbbing manhood and our lips, which quickly grew slimy, kissed
around Terry's glans frequently touching each other.  Once we got used to
the rules, however, and once we realized that our attention to the young
man's cock was earning us loving strokes on our stiff boyhoods, we started
experimenting and quickly learned how to give a boy a shared blow job.
Soon we didn't even have to hold the cock with our hands and were able to
stroke his slender thighs and hard chest, holding the boy's penis with our
rapidly caressing mouths.
	Terry's adolescent body was even more pleasant to the touch than it
was to look at.  Each of his muscles was sharply defined and his abdomen
and chest were particularly pronounced despite being thin and almost
boylike.  He had a wash board stomach and I adored the feel of rippling
hardness as my hand moved up and down on it, the skin as smooth and soft as
Kelly's or mine.  I really liked the feel of his belly button which left
little more a small rough place on what was otherwise nothing more than
soft, rippled boy skin.  He didn't have an outie exactly, but his abdomen
was so firm that there was very little innie to sink a finger into.
	The rippling of his rib cage was only slightly harder than his
adolescent muscles and it was easier to see where the ribs were than it was
to feel them.  What seemed like miles of smooth rippling abdomen finally
ended in an extremely hard ridge of muscle that formed the boy's young
chest.  It was perfectly smooth and totally hairless.  His nipples, though
poking outward in boyish erection, felt strangely like his belly button,
too small to make a real impression.  The only place my fingertips really
felt anything was when they slipped into his boyish armpit and felt the
feathery caress of perhaps a dozen wispy little hairs.
	Terry obviously liked our explorations of his body as our mouths
continued to awkwardly suck on his swollen glans.  He was moaning loudly
and smiling, and I could feel his fingers tugging rhythmically and
affectionately on my stiff boyhood.  Through the corner of my eye, I could
see the pretty youth gazing at Kelly and my penises in turn, each of his
hands lovingly masturbating the hard, hairless little erections.  Somehow,
despite my body's awkward position and my boyish sucking on Terry's penis,
I was definitely starting to feel a very pleasant response between my legs.
	I could tell Kelly was getting excited, too.  My little friend's
chin and upper lip were now covered with a glistening sheen of saliva, his
mouth and lips caressing Terry's penis head with considerable skill.  Terry
was, of course, masturbating the little boy and Kelly's rapid panting
showed that his little body was building to orgasm.
	I let my mouth move lower on Terry's penis, my lips parting and
holding the throbbing cock as they moved down the smooth, slender shaft.
Kelly instinctively responded by running his lips down over the sculpted
head instantly making Terry moan louder and instantly causing the long
fingers on our boyhoods to masturbate us faster.  My lips sucked all the
way down to the boy's pubic hair then moved back up his shaft, kissing
Kelly's slimy lips before the other boy's slid back over Terry's glans and
started sucking down the other side of his shaft.  Astonished by the beauty
of our actions, I let my upper lip slide up over Terry's penis head, felt
the tight slit of his urethra, held all of the pulsing glans in my small
mouth.  Terry was even more pleased and I could feel the fingers rubbing
still faster between my legs.  Terry clearly understood little boys because
he was masturbating me with astonishing gentleness.  Most boys rub too hard
on little boyhoods, but Terry's fingers caressed mine perfectly, propelling
it boyishly toward orgasm.
	I felt Kelly's warm, slimy lips touching mine and slid Terry's
penis back out of my mouth, started sucking down his shaft again.  Kelly's
little mouth instantly plunged back down on the throbbing boy's cock.
"That's it!" Terry almost squealed, sounding more like a child than a young
man as the pleasure in his loins grew greater.  I was as excited by Terry's
pleasure as I was by my own and excitedly tried to do greater service to
his erection even as my own little boner started to feel better and better.
My hands, which had spent so much time adoring his rock hard chest, abdomen
and thighs, moved between the older boy's legs, took hold of the exposed
length of his cock, started stroking the tight remnants of his foreskin up
and down.  The kid's legs instantly spread wider and he moaned loudly,
fingers stroking greater and greater pleasure into my hairless little cock.
	My lips met Kelly's near Terry's penis head yet again and the
little boy relinquished the sacred cock so that I could suck on it again.
No sooner had it slipped between my lips then a frantic squirt of young
pre-cum erupted from the swollen slit.  It was a pretty good ejaculation
and it filled my mouth with a mildly spicy musk of boy juice.  It filled
the available room in my mouth, feeling warm and slimy, and my tongue slid
it around on my taste buds before swallowing it.  I could tell it wasn't
his real cargo though because his body was already tightening and preparing
to launch itself into orgasm.
	The taste of the promise of his seed excited me immensely and I
wondered if my own little boyhood would be able to hold out long enough to
share orgasm with him.  I was so excited by his rhythmic rubbing on my
little penis that my hairless legs were spread fully open and my small body
was contorting and squirming excitedly beside him.  He was already starting
to convulse with orgasmic contortions, however, and I knew he was right on
the brink of climax.  Even though Kelly's little lips were moving up to
take his turn on the young passion pole, I longed to hold onto it and taste
the full flower of his adolescent sperm.
	I could actually feel the jolting passion erupting from the young
man's hips when my lungs became too desperate for air to hold on any
longer.  My mouth slipped from his penis head and I lay gasping, small
hands stroking madly on his six and a half inch penis even as orgasm
started to slam through my little boyhood.  I lay crying in disappointment
and pleasure, my own body shuddering and little penis flexing even as
Terry's was.  I expected Kelly's young mouth to descend on the maturing
youth's penis head just in time to receive his love cream but my little
friend was in orgasm too.  We both lay there with the boy's penis poking up
between our chins, moaning, crying and jerking in childish orgasms as
Terry's body jolted with excitement.  Even as we lay there absorbed in our
own pleasure, the young man's warm, slimy semen sprayed from his penis
head.
	Even though Terry's penis was pointing mostly upward at his own
chest, I could feel some of his precious sperm splatter on my cheeks.
Crying from my own orgasm, I opened my small mouth as another severe jolt
shook the youth and his big cock swelled with another load.  He had a
powerful penis but enough of his sperm fell short that I felt some against
my lips, felt more than tasted a few droplets fall on my tongue.  I was
still in the throes of my own childlike orgasm, but I relished the older
boy's seed as I lay naked and jerking beside him, his loving hand still
stroking up and down on my stiff boyhood.  I could hear both Kelly's high
pitched soprano voice and Terry's long, cracking moans mixing with my own
as the young Guardian ejaculated a third, fourth and fifth time, each time
leaving warm, wet droplets against my cheeks, lips and tongue.
	Terry's orgasm started to subside just as mine did and his sperm
squirted out with less intensity.  It slid down his penis head and shaft,
met my lips and slipped into my mouth and down my fingers.  He must have
ejaculated a lot but my eyes were closed in orgasm and I couldn't see the
full fruit of his penis, could just feel it on my face.  At first, I was
too short on air to close my mouth.  When I did, the sweet taste of his
sperm coated my tongue.  I lay there gasping and started lapping up all I
could of the sweet liquid, from my lips, from my face, from his softening
penis.  My tongue met Kelly's, the gasping little boy doing the same thing
I was.  Terry's fingers were moving very slowly and very sweetly on my
little boyhood and I worshipped the taste of his sperm and the tenderness
of his youth in the full warmth of post orgasm.
	When I finally opened my eyes, I beheld the beautiful sight of a
firm adolescent youth reveling in his own pleasure.  His hard chest was
sprinkled with sperm, running all the way down his abdomen and tight belly.
Though I felt very weak and tired, my head moved down to his smooth skin
and started lapping up the milky streams of semen, quickly joined by the
mouth of my little friend.  Between Kelly and I, Terry's body was soon
cleaned of his ejaculation but left with glistening boy saliva all up and
down his slender chest and flat belly.
	"That was great," the youth smiled as we neared his neck.  His long
arms slipped around our shoulders and he pulled our little bodies up on
either side of him.  I looked over at little Kelly.  His penis was
softening.  His pretty face was flushed and smiling boyishly from his
orgasm, little droplets of Terry's sperm still on his cheeks, a shining
coat of sperm and saliva on his chin and lips.  He cuddled up against the
older boy just as I was doing.
	"We all did it at the same time," I said, a little surprised
because boys don't usually all climax at the same time.
	Terry laughed.  "Of course," he said, big hands caressing our
little bodies.  "I did that."
	"How?" I asked, though my fingers were caressing his hard chest and
I was far more fascinated with his smooth skin and young muscles than his
words.
	"Kovz, Kely, you have forgotten a lot.  Guardians can link boys'
minds together, make it possible for them to all feel the same thing at the
same time." He was still breathing very heavily and my fingers traced the
lines of his hard muscles watching his young chest rise and fall.
	"You mean I can do that?" I said, though I was still far more
fascinated by his beautiful body.
	He laughed a little.  "You're a little boy again.  You only get the
real powers when you're older."
	"When I have hair..." I said absently, gazing at the boy's small
bush of pubic hair.
	"Yeah," he smiled.