The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Four:  Before They Wake

	Even as Terry, Kelly and I made love in the Hall of Boys, Erin's
order that we hold an unofficial draft were being carried out by the
others.  The first step in the process was for Rick to decide which of the
Baby Blue boys were to be up for the bidding.  To even things out, it was
decided that 600 boys would be advanced: an even one hundred for each of
the Great Houses.  Deciding which ones was no small task.  To do it, he
didn't conduct interviews with the boys, just reviewed each of their files.
	Files had been developed for each of the boys.  One day, they would
contain monthly reports on them.  Each monthly report would consist of a
full nude picture and a description of his height, weight, penis size and
the level of physical development he had attained, to include the
appearance of pubic hair, underarm hair, sperm production and changes in
voice.  Finally there would be reports on the boys sexual activity, if any
and his feelings about various subjects including other boys.  These were
pretty meaningful as a boy was growing up.  Once he had gone through the
Rite of Passage, however, his growth would likely be so radically altered
that the pictures and data might not change for dozens of years.  There
would be boys two hundred years old who had the physical, emotional and
mental maturity of eight year olds.  At the boy's choice, he might be a
little boy forever, might grow up and become a little boy again.  Kovzland
was a kingdom that exalted male youth, after all, and the ability for a boy
to enjoy both being a boy and growing out of boyhood was one of our most
cherished features.
	For Kovz Boys, there were few rules about this.  Essentially, if a
Kovz Boy decided that he didn't want to age, he simply stopped aging.  If
he wanted to age normally, he could choose to do so.  If he wanted to age
very slowly, this too he could choose.  He couldn't choose to grow faster
than normal, however.  Even the specially created body of a Kovz Boy
couldn't handle accelerated growth rates.  If the boy wanted to be a man,
he had to wait through the traditional years of puberty and development.
	Similar opportunities could be created for human boys but these
were artificial things.  Through a special diet of Zanvera Island's unique
herbs, the growth rate of human boys was just as unpredictable.  The normal
meals prepared at the Great Houses provided the requisite hormones to
prevent human aging altogether.  To grow and mature, a human boy had to
intentionally alter his diet, something that many of them chose to do.  In
White and Baby Blue, the normal aging process was slowed, but not stopped
altogether.
	Growing younger was always permitted for both Kovz and human boys
and was easily accomplished.  Kovz Boys required a special ceremony at the
Temple where Kovz energy was strongest to accomplish this.  Human boys
could achieve the same results merely through consumption of a potion but,
since we didn't like to create any more obvious differences in our races
than necessary, we required them to go through the ceremony too.  I enjoyed
attending these ceremonies (they were frequent occurrences) because it was
always so strange to see mature pubic hairs retreating back into the skin
and seeing big penises shrink into little boyhoods as a tall, muscular
young man shrunk into the body of a skinny little boy.
	Growing younger could be done with or without the loss of access to
memories, differing in method again for Kovz Boys and human boys.  A young
man could choose to revert to the body of a child, but still retain all his
memories of maturity, or he might choose to revert to boyhood completely,
becoming, for all intents and purposes, exactly like a boy of the age he's
chosen.  The earlier memories were still within his mind, but they were
hidden from his awareness and only a later ceremony at the Temple (and a
potion for human boys) could restore them.  Most boys who chose this
fashion would leave "wills" directing when their memories were to be
brought back.  It was delightful fun in many ways and Kovz Boys had
successfully entertained themselves for two thousand years just
experiencing and re-experiencing childhood and puberty, complete with
innocence intact.
	Whether memories were retained or lost, however, one thing always
changed: a young man could not bring his emotional maturity back into
childhood with him.  It wasn't that it was forbidden, just that it couldn't
be done.  The brain of a child is capable of only so much emotional
maturity; past that, it just can't deal with it.  It wasn't at all strange
to come across an extremely bright, extremely knowledgeable little boy who
couldn't handle a single ounce of responsibility and who continually
misunderstood the importance of certain matters (hence much of my problems
as a Guardian).  Even with all the memories of adulthood, the boy couldn't
sustain a mature relationship or, in many ways, really take care of
himself. For example, I had an extremely close relationship with Kelly, but
it wasn't the kind of deep emotional affection that existed between the
older boys.  He was just my closest friend.  There is a difference.  You
couldn't expect a boy to behave like a man regardless of his memories; the
physical brain structure just wasn't there to support it.
	At the same time, there were greater tools of imagination and
affection that older boys lost sight of.  Kelly and I could play hide and
go seek for hours on end and never get bored.  Not so with a Calvin or a
Rick.  They needed much more variety and needed to have something
happening.  Kelly and I were easily entertained.
	The negative sides to growing up, the sense of inferiority and the
fear of unrequited love, were virtually non-existent.  They were there, of
course (the pubescent mind is absolutely enflamed with self-doubt and
uncertainty), but they were far weaker than for normal human boys outside
of Kovzland.  For one thing, and most important of all, there was more than
enough love to go around and it was obviously encouraged to the Nth degree.
If a boy was really infatuated with another boy, there were no social rules
saying that he couldn't express himself, and, in fact, it was pretty clear
to everyone that virtually any other boy would respond to his interest.  It
was very rare that a boy was turned down and, even when he was, there was
always someone nearby to comfort him and support him.
	Furthermore, except in those early days on Zanvera Island, the boys
had been brought up in a culture that didn't admonish them for their
affections or their feelings.  Puberty was a worshipped experience that
wasn't made fun of or ridiculed.  It was, perhaps, the greatest beauty of
all and when you're embarrassed about being naked with an erection and
scant wisps of pubic hair, you need only look around to see an equally
embarrassed boy who was still hairless and just as worshipped as you were.
With the common practice of nudity, physical hiding was neither possible
nor necessary.
	Finally, there could hardly be feelings of inferiority when
everyone around you was going through the same things you were.  No one
could say "You are thirteen years old and you must have pubic hair by now"
because no one could really say that you were thirteen.  No one could say
"You are nine years old and shouldn't be masturbating so frequently"
because no one could say you were nine.  If you felt or looked clumsy and
awkward, so did most of the people around you.  If you were worried about
your sexual skills... no one ever worried about their sexual skills.  You
could be pleased and could just as easily please every boy around you.
More frequent and more accepted than it was elsewhere, sex was an accepted
part of your life so agonizing about it just didn't occur very often.
	Puberty was, therefore, a rich and rewarding experience, one that a
great many boys went through over and over again, never tiring of it.
Other boys preferred the playful sexuality of childhood and never left it,
and still others liked the physical and emotional maturity of young manhood
and didn't change.  There were no rules although there were significant
limits on we, the Guardians.
	Just as children are incapable of emotional maturity regardless of
knowledge, so too were the Guardians devoid of certain powers if they were
children.  In my present state, for example, I was little more than a
normal Kovz Boy.  Calvin, on the other hand, had a full range of powers at
his disposal.  He could freeze time rather easily; he could read a boy's
feelings, even his thoughts; he could project emotional feelings into boys
to make them feel loved and secure, or frightened and lonely.  It wasn't
that Calvin was more powerful than I was; it was just that his brain was
able to exercise the powers that my immature brain could not.  For
Guardians, as in normal society, childhood is a vulnerable place to be in.
	Thus, the Guardians could not all be children at once; it would
leave our society almost totally open to the Old Ones and we could not
permit that.  Considering the powers, both magical and emotional, of
maturity, most of the Guardians were inclined to be older anyway.  Calvin,
for example, had no desire to be a child again, nor did Brandon or Rick.
David liked young adolescence as did Terry.  Garrick loved puberty.  It was
an interesting combination that permitted us to be fairly flexible.  If we
deliberately ventured out of Kovzland, however, away from the safe confines
of our fellow Guardians and the other boys, maturity was almost a
necessity: if an Old One caught one of us alone as a child, they would
safely be able to imprison us for eternity.  How I'd managed to destroy the
Old One near Raykov was something no one understood, least of all me.
	Thus, Kovzland consisted of a society of boys who were constantly
changing in maturity and yet who might well have grown older in knowledge
and experience.  To keep track of a boy, we used a rather complex formula
that estimated maturity level.  Ages became a calculation of mental and
emotional maturity, with some physical factors playing some part.  Boys in
Kovzland, initially, had ages calculated in the range of five years old to
twenty.  Thus, Calvin, who had memories dating back two thousand years and
a fully mature body and brain, was calculated at age twenty and I, whose
memories theoretically dated back as far, had a calculated age of twelve.
It is all very difficult to explain.
	These ages didn't imply how old a boy really was, they were just a
crude barometer.  When we described a Kovz Boy as being thirteen, for
example, he might or might not have pubic hair; if he was emotionally a
fourteen year old and physically an eleven year old, he might well be said
to be thirteen.  Since pubic hair is, everywhere, a symbol of pride for a
boy, being adjudged thirteen when you had no pubic hair could frequently be
interpreted in very positive light.  It's all very complicated.  It becomes
even more complicated when you throw in the non-Kovz Boys who were flooding
into Kovzland, because they had real ages initially despite our
calculations of maturity.  A non-Kovz Boy could well be fifteen years old
yet have no pubic hair, a soprano voice and the behavior of a child.  He
might be called fifteen even if, by our calculations, he was eleven or
twelve.
	Thus, we kept files and tried to track these things, all the more
so for the human boys.  The real Kovz Boys, the ones who'd been with us
before the war, used to have files that filled a cabinet.  Those old files
were gone now and all of the files, whether of Kovz Boys or human boys,
contained little more than initial data and a picture of the boy's body.
As the draft proceeded, they added their interpretations of the draft
interviews.
	It was easy to see why Rick would have a difficult time choosing
exactly which boys should move on.  Not only were there so many, but it was
almost impossible to define just what "maturity" meant in a place like
Kovzland.
	There had been such a rush of boys coming in with David that even
the reports we had were sketchy and often inaccurate.  Nonetheless, Rick
knew what he was doing and was able to pick the 600 boys by the time limit
Erin had ordered.  He confessed that his judgments weren't always very
clear.  Many of the boys, he reported, might not be ready to leave the
sexual incubator of Baby Blue.  Nonetheless, the king had ordered him to
select 600 boys and the panel had their list to work from.
	For the next several days, the majority of Kozvland was busy
conducting interviews to decide who got what boy.  The interviews lasted
from fifteen to thirty minutes and were followed by about five minutes to
decide where that particular boy should go.  The discussions were pretty
amicable most times.  When one town got too far ahead of the others, his
voice in wanting someone or another was diminished until the others caught
up.  There was enough diversity of interests on the panel that there
generally weren't too many disagreements.
	As they were busy about these tasks, however, the handful of us who
weren't working directly on the interviews had little to do but fix them
meals and or go exploring alone.  Since there wasn't much fun in exploring
the island alone, I occupied myself by exploring the palace.  There was
plenty there to explore.  The game rooms themselves were a treasure trove
of oddities and curiosities and I spent many an hour trying to figure out
what everything was for.  I spent far more time, however, exploring the
palace's wardrobe.
	The palace had an incredible wardrobe of interesting clothing,
ranging from conservative, slick blue suits and ties to really provocative
outfits clearly designed to focus attention on the sexual parts of boy's
bodies.  There were even thousands of costumes in case we ever wanted to
have a masquerade ball.  While the other boys spent hour after hour
interviewing the newcomers, I tried on outfit after outfit, several each
day, parading around in them and noting the reactions of the few boys I ran
into.  It was while I was in one such outfit that I attracted the
attentions of Guardian Garrick.
	It was an interesting outfit, one I would like to have seen a lot
of boys wearing.  It was something of a one piece jump suit with a velcro
seal down the back.  Naked, you stepped into the opening in the back and
your feet slipped down into padded booties, kind of like toddlers one-piece
pajamas.  If it was the right size, you had to struggle a bit to pull it up
your legs because it was literally skin-tight, the silk fabric stretching
just enough to cling really well.  The farther into it I climbed, the more
excited I got by how it was going to look on my skinny body.  My little
penis stiffened excitedly well before the wonderful silk touched it.  I
giggled and looked at my hairless erection sticking up between my legs as I
pulled the back up over my butt.  The opening ended at the base of my spine
but the fabric was so tight and my butt so bubble-shaped that there was no
risk of it accidentally slipping free.  I looked down as I wiggled the
front up over my three inch boner.  I could see now that it was designed to
hold boy-sized genitals.  The fabric curved slightly above the crotch and,
with an erection, it was perfectly formed to hold my little balls and
cocklet.  I don't think it would have looked quite so cool holding a limp
penis but then any boy who could wear something like that without getting a
woody was a less excitable boy than me.
	It got kind of tough wiggling it up my abdomen and chest.  Clearly
it was designed to be put on with someone else's help.  By putting my arms
into their holes, however, I was almost able to pull it up to my shoulders.
There were no sleeves.  Crouching down, there was just enough looseness to
get my arms all the way in.  From there, I stood up and jumped a little,
the tight silk stretching across my skinny body until it hugged my chest
and ribs.
	I giggled excitedly at the striking appearance I made in the
mirror.  It was like I was still naked but the blue silk took away much of
the differentiation in my body; though you could still see my ribcage
rippling in it, you couldn't see the subtle tones of my skin.  Even cuter
to me was the way my skinny, three inch erection pulsed straight up against
my belly.  I looked hot and I knew it.  Smiling at my reflection, I let one
of my fingers pet my little boner through the fabric until my knees started
to feel weak from pleasure.  I was sorely tempted to just go ahead and
masturbate but I was too pretty in my little outfit for that.  I wanted to
show it off.
	It took some doing to get the seal down the back to close up.
Though my arms were long, they still had to wrap this way and that way to
reach all along my spine.  Fully encased, the only exposed flesh was on my
shoulders and down my skinny arms.  Otherwise, my small chest was covered
all the way down to the tips of my toes.  If I had my way, every little boy
in White would dress like this all the time.  It was adorable.
	Intent now on finding a lover, I excitedly went out in the hall,
but I was pretty sneaky about doing it.  I had little doubt that anyone
seeing me in the sexually revealing outfit would laugh at me so I had to be
sure I found just the right boy.  By this time, I had enough experience to
know it would have to be an older boy.  They liked seeing us little kids in
sexy outfits; when we saw each other, we usually just giggled ourselves
into embarrassment.
	Most everyone was down at the interviews still so it wasn't going
to be an easy task.  I figured the best bet was down near the kitchen next
to the dining room we were using most often so I hurried down the stairs,
hoping no one saw me.  The suit was really tight at first and it was a
little awkward to move but it eased up a bit after awhile.  It still clung
tightly all over me, but it flexed a bit more so I could move.  It was
pleasant too because the little fold that held my penis was tight enough
that it rubbed against it as I walked.  It was kind of like being
masturbated but not hard or fast enough to make me climax.  Nonetheless, by
the time I got to the dining room I was dizzy with boyish happiness.
	Carefully I leaned my head around the corner to see if anyone was
in the next room.  As fate would have it, Guardian Garrick was sitting
there eating alone.  He was at a far table but was facing in my direction.
No sooner did my eyes see him than he looked up and grinned.
	"Kelvin, you need a haircut," his young voice teased instantly.  He
was pretty much right as the yellow bangs hanging down in my eyes told me.
My body was still behind the corner so he couldn't see what I was wearing.
I started feeling really embarrassed about being in it and started to
giggle as my cheeks flushed a bright red.
	"What?" the fourteen year old boy asked with a bigger grin.  "What
are you wearing now?"  He and I were the only ones not participating in the
interviews regularly so it was common for him to see me in all the outfits
I'd been experimenting with.  This one, however, was a show-stopper.  This
one just made me look too cute to be denied.
	He stood up from the table and started walking toward me, his smile
huge.  He was about five foot five and weighed maybe 110 pounds, slender
but healthy.  He was really cute with silky brown hair and soft, hazel
eyes.  For a boy his age, his eyelashes looked really long and his eyebrows
were long and slender.  He had an infectious and adorable smile, one that
made you feel warm and happy when he favored you with it.  That afternoon
he was wearing a baggy green T-shirt and a pair of gray pants.  Below he
wore huge white tennis shoes, testifying to the young puberty blossoming in
his body.
	As he neared me, I let out an embarrassed, childish giggle and
stepped out from the wall, my hands folded behind my back, too bashful to
do anything but giggle down at the floor beneath my mop of yellow hair.
	"Oh, now that's sweet," the older boy's young tenor voice sighed as
he saw me in my little blue suit.  "Where did you find that one?"
	"It was in the closet," I replied flushing a brighter red, my
high-pitched voice sounding even higher against his young pubescent one.
	When he reached me, he stopped and stood there for a moment.  When
he didn't do anything more, I finally gazed up his gangly young body and my
eyes met his. He had his sweetest smile on, looking down on me with his
pretty eyes.  "You look pretty horny, Kely," he observed with a fond glance
between my legs.
	I smiled and bit my lower lip to repress another childish giggle.
When I looked back up at him, my eyes were twinkling and I could tell that
I was trying to look as desirable as a twelve year old boy possibly could,
even pressing my thin hips out a little so my little boner was obvious to
him, not that it hadn't been before.
	Garrick, with two thousand years experience at making love to
little boys, didn't need any more encouragement than that.  Smiling
beautifully at me, his big hands reached out and took gentle hold of my
little chest, his long fingers slipping into the exposed, hairless pits
under my arms.  Holding me thusly, he leaned slowly forward and I happily
tipped my head back and closed my eyes, holding my lips slightly apart
until I felt his come into gentle contact with them.  He kissed like only a
Guardian could, gentle but firm, lips moist and warm.  I tipped my head to
the side and felt his slimy tongue slip between my lips, felt it sliding in
alongside mine.  Panting against him, I finally let my own skinny arms move
out, wrapped them around his slender body, felt his warm skin through his
T-shirt.
	Our hips moved forward slowly until I felt the hardness between his
legs pressing against my silk suit, felt him using my abdomen to help him
adjust his hard cock until it stuck up straight up in his pants.  He had a
good-sized penis; not huge, but still man-sized on his fourteen year old
body.  He moaned softly as he kissed me, his fingers petting the hairless
skin on my underarms.  I felt really warm and good and pressed my hips
forward until my stiff erection could rub against his pants.  Kovz, I knew
I was going to enjoy this.
	"Come on," he smiled down at me as he pulled his lips away and took
my small hand in his.
	"Where to?" I asked excitedly, knowing the older boy was going to
make love to my little body.
	"Let's go to the garden," he said.  "I don't want anyone
interrupting this."
	I giggled happily and let the cute boy lead me out a side door.
From this exit, we entered directly into a part of the maze of hedges.
Garrick must have spent some time here because he seemed to know right
where he wanted to go.
	"This is far enough," I said, eager to have him do it to me.
	"No," he smiled beautifully.  "I know a really cool place."
	He was still holding to my hand and it felt nice.  He was still
very young looking but he was a half foot taller than me and that made me
feel special somehow.  Little boys do like the affections of older boys.
	It took a couple more minutes, but he soon led me into an open
clearing, one of dozens hidden throughout the maze.  This one was really
special because it had a smooth, flat lawn of something that looked and
felt like moss.  It was like an emerald carpet beneath my feet and I
instantly knew it would be great to lay on naked.  As with most of the
clearings, this one had the obligatory statue of a boy.  He looked about my
age, sweet and innocent, standing nude and happy.  There was a square
reflecting pool around it and four little fountains that sent up cones of
water that made a pleasant sound as they fell back in.  The only other
sound was the gentle rippling of the breeze through the hedge.  Above, the
sun shown down warm and full.  It was great.
	We both smiled happily as Garrick guided me down on the soft moss
with him, his hands instantly groping for my little body.  I reached for
his too and we were soon hugging and kissing again.  The moss was thick and
felt warm against the silk suit covering me.  It wasn't cool or scratchy at
all.  It felt nice to feel the weight of the boy on top of me, too.  If he
wasn't careful, the slight movement of his hips sometimes pressed too hard
against my boner, but that wasn't too often.
	After a few minutes of this, Garrick turned me over on my back and
crawled up on top of me, spreading his legs to either side of mine and
laying the swollen mound in front of his pants directly on my turgid boner.
He held my bare shoulders in each hand as his young mouth tenderly kissed
down my cheeks, along my neck, down to my little ears.
	"Do you bring a lot of boys, here?" I panted happily, my hands
feeling the young contours of his back and shoulders through his T-shirt.
	He giggled, "Yeah," he admitted, his lips instantly returning to
nibble my delicate earlobes.
	"That feels good," I sighed.  Eager to feel his smooth skin against
me, I reached down and started pulling the back of his T-shirt up, my palms
happily going to lay on the small of his lower back immediately.  The skin
was incredible, soft as a baby's and warm.  I managed to slip my hands
farther up beneath the shirt and could feel the gentle ripples of his ribs,
the sharp, firm ridges of his young shoulder blades.  When I was as high as
I could go, Garrick sat up on top of me, smiling down at me as he took hold
of the shirt and pulled it up his magnificent pubescent body.
	He was really stunning as he unveiled his soft, hairless torso.  He
wasn't real muscular, at least not in terms of definition.  Instead, he
just had a nice, well toned chest and abdomen of perfect, tanned boy skin.
Though not real well developed, his chest swelled a bit with soft muscles
and his brown nipples were tiny and erect, just the way I liked them.  As
his hands pulled the T-shirt up, I saw his underarms, smooth and hairless
like mine, looking as tanned and soft as the rest of his skin.  He had nice
collar bones that separated his chest from his neck, not real prominent
like some boys; just nice and pretty.  Lower down, his ribcage looked firm
but not real prominent either.  His smooth skin had just enough thickness
to hide the bones that were so obvious on my skinny frame.  The rest of his
abdomen was firm and flat, with a small indented belly button surrounded by
his baby soft skin.
	I smiled all my adoration for him and his soft cheeks blushed a
little as the T-shirt came free, his face looking even cuter as silky brown
bangs fell down on his forehead.  He lay down on top of me again, this time
nothing but my silk outfit separating his smooth flesh from mine.  He was
panting, but started kissing my ears and neck again as my hands now felt
freely across his slender back and probed into his smooth underarms.
	I could tell by the way Garrick was starting to grind the mound
between his legs against me that he was getting pretty horny.  I knew he
had enough self-control not to go too far so I didn't say anything to stop
him, just kept rubbing his magnificent skin.  The last thing either of us
wanted was for his pubescent penis to ejaculate in his underpants and waste
all his wonderful sperm.
	Soon, however, desire was starting to overcome him and he finally
pulled back, crawling off me to sit back on the moss.  We smiled at each
other as he grabbed for his tennis shoes.  Like many boys, he hadn't tied
them and they weren't laced very tight so they came off pretty easily even
from his huge feet.  His snow white sweat socks followed immediately after.
I sat up happily as the excited boy took hold of his pants and started
undoing them.  Normally, I would like to have helped him take them off but
he looked so cute doing it himself that I just watched in enchantment.  He
was too eager to wait and pulled his underpants down with them, his
pubescent erection emerging in throbbing glory.
	He was squirming around on the moss to get the last of the dreaded
clothing off and I just stared with adoration at his beautiful penis.  It
was about six inches long and just thick enough to look perfectly
proportioned.  It was circumcised and the helmet-shaped head looked
incredibly hard and swollen, a size again thicker than his smooth shaft.
There was a little droplet of pre-cum filling the slit to his urethra,
testifying to the boy's readiness for sex.  He had stopped maturing just at
the age where he was old enough to ejaculate, the same age that I longed to
reach again some day.  The tense little orgasms of prepubescence were nice,
but there was something even more satisfying when you felt sperm being
propelled up your penis.  Some boys start producing sperm even before they
have pubic hair.  For Garrick, however, as it would for me, pubic hair had
come first.  These were still very immature.  Though a bit curly, they were
still very sparse and about an inch long each, no more than a couple dozen
of them just above the base of his penis.  They were a pretty brown color,
the same as the hair on his head, and still retained the soft downy look of
puberty.  They were really beautiful beside his pubescent erection.
	Beneath his straight penis, his young scrotum held two nice sized
testicles snugly in smooth, hairless skin.  They were oblong and his thick
scrotum was holding them in such a way that the full beauty of their size
and shape could be easily seen between his smooth, slender thighs.  I
envied them their beauty, especially knowing that they were always at work
producing the young seeds that enabled him to be a father.
	Garrick threw his clothes aside quickly and crawled toward me
again.  I reached out my skinny arms happily as the pubescent boy grinned
and lay his naked body on top of me.  It was almost like we were both
naked, so thin was the silk separating us.  Nonetheless, the silk made it
feel more erotic too.  I could feel the throbbing length of his young cock
pulsing against mine and he was rubbing it up and down there again giving
us both a nice pleasurable sensation.  His face kissed my lips again then
returned to kissing my cheeks and neck, his fingers lightly caressing along
my jaws.  I realized that his face was close enough for me to kiss too so I
started doing it, our lips coming together every now and then before
returning to our soft skin.
	I doubted either of us could last too long like this and started
imagining the healthy boy's penis squirting sperm on my outfit.  It would
probably look pretty cool there, the silk spreading it around pretty far
until my whole belly was wet with it.  The image started making me feel
more excited and I could feel my pleasure starting to build as the weight
of the naked boy rubbing on top of me continued.
	Garrick, full knowing the ways of boy sex, was smart enough to know
when enough was enough.  Just as I thought I would reach the point of no
return, he gently rolled our bodies over, putting my eighty pounds on top
of him.  This made it easier for me to kiss him and as we both gasped with
boyish love for each other, I smiled and rubbed my lips all over his cute
face.  Feeling pretty excited now and still thinking about having his sperm
on the suit, I started squirming my cocklet between his legs, riding his
much bigger one and rubbing it up and down in an effort to get him off.  He
knew I was doing this and smiled happily through his gasps but wasn't about
to let me finish him off.
	"Here, Kely," he said, sitting up and gently guiding my smaller
body off him.  I was a little disappointed by this, but I knew it wasn't
over yet.  "Come up here, now," he grinned.  He slipped his big hands into
my hairless underarms and lifted me up onto him again.  This time, however,
he turned me around and sat me down with my butt directly on his naked
cock.  It felt big through the silk, throbbing along the cleft between the
cheeks of my bottom.  It pressed in far enough that I could feel it against
my tiny sphincter, sending a new sensation of pleasure into me.  It didn't
take my mind long to start imagining him butt fucking me.
	"That a boy," he grinned as he lay back down, me know riding on his
erection like I was riding a horse.  "You're too skinny, Kely," he gasped
as I felt his hands rubbing up and down my back and shoulder blades.
	"I like skinny boys," I panted, secretly trying to rub faster on
his cock by sliding my little butt up and down on it.  Between my legs, my
little erection was still hugged tightly by the silk, looking cute with the
round balls of my testicles beneath.  I could see a couple of wet spots
around it now where the other boy's pre-cum had oozed out.
	"You need to eat more," was all Garrick said, his hands still
stroking my back.  It didn't matter how much I ate: I was a skinny boy and
that's all that I would ever be.
	I let out a happy pant as I suddenly felt the older boy pulling the
back of my suit open.  He slid his finger all the way down to my lower back
until the tight silk pulled itself in a broad V down from my shoulders.
Instantly, his hands were in against my bare skin, rubbing it as he had
been doing when it was still in the silk.  I was still trying to masturbate
his penis with my butt.  One of my hands, however, had slipped down to my
little erection and I was stroking the underside of it with one finger,
coaxing it to an orgasm.
	I was all ready to ride this one out and let his sperm wet my
backside, but the fourteen year old's hands took gentle hold of my little
shoulders and pulled them backward until I lay back on his chest, his
smooth skin finally touching mine through the slit up the back of the silk.
He pushed one of his knees up until my legs parted and his arms slipped
around my body until I couldn't do much more than lay spread eagle on top
of him, my front exposed to the sky.  His swollen cock was still laying
along my butt, but it was clenched tighter now and my sensitive sphincter
couldn't feel it anymore.
	Garrick's mouth must have been directly against one of my ears
could I could hear and feel his moist gasps as he breathed.  His hands and
arms were now taking full liberty with my wide open body, tickling me as
they rubbed my belly, exciting me when they finally rubbed against my tense
boner.
	"You were trying to make me come," the boy grinned against my ear.
	"Was not," I gasped.  "Just cause you can't control your pee-pee."
	This had been a mistake... of sorts.  No sooner had I issued my
challenge than the teenagers hand was fully between my legs rubbing on my
erection through the silk.  It was small enough that I could feel the
gentle wonder of his fingers on my testicles as the flat of his palm rubbed
rhythmically up and down on my little penis head and shaft.  His other hand
was rubbing slowly up and down on my belly.  It was exquisite and very
talented.  Garrick was doing everything exactly the way you needed to to
quickly pop an orgasm out of little boy.
	I climaxed within thirty seconds, my body laying spread eagle on
top of his as his hands freely controlled it.  I was quite conscious of the
big penis against my butt as I lay crying out in soprano pleasure, my
awkward body flexing and jerking uncontrollably with orgasm.  Garrick's
young tenor giggled in my ear at how successful he'd been even as I lay
there in the throes of pleasure and joy.
	It had felt so nice that I giggled as the last of the pleasure ran
in warm waves up my body.  I was still panting as Garrick wasted no time in
his next effort.  Though I was so spent I couldn't move, his big hands were
tugging the silk from my shoulders, peeling them over the round balls and
pulling them down my arms.  I smiled happily as he stripped it down my
chest, down my skinny abdomen, down my flat little tummy.  He couldn't go
lower because I was sitting on my bubble butt and the silk was really tight
around it.  That didn't seem to bother him too much because his hands were
instantly on my chest and belly, feeling my hairless skin all over.  I
couldn't look down that far without sitting up so I just lay grinning up at
the sun, my eyes closed as I felt his hands petting around my belly button,
his fingers taking turns pressing against the little hole.
	When he slipped his long fingers down into the silk to fondle my
boyhood, I let out another happy giggle.  It was still stiff, but not
throbbing like it had been.  Though there was little room for both my body
and his hand in the silk, he did manage to reach down far enough to caress
my penis, my little testicles and the hairless skin that surrounded it.  It
felt nice to have his warm fingers petting it.
	At some point, I expected him to roll me off him again to take the
rest of the suit off.  Instead of that, however, he raised up his own knees
underneath my skinny thighs.  This had the effect of spreading out my
weight on top of him and it allowed him enough room to peel the suit lower.
It wasn't easy because the suit fit real tightly around my hips, but he
managed it.  Within a few seconds, I felt his rock hard penis laying naked
along my buttocks and felt the warm sun shining directly on my naked penis.
As he continued to peel the suit lower, I managed to open the crack of my
butt a little and let his cock lay deeper within it, making both of us
giggle.
	He'd gotten the suit down as low as my knees and couldn't get any
lower.  I felt his hands slide up my baby soft sides and gently lifting on
my skinny shoulders.  "Here," he said.  "Sit up."  I did as he commanded,
his hands helping to lift me until I was sitting directly on top of his
penis.  Sitting up and with my help, he was now able to work the silk down
to my ankles where I finally relented and helped by pulling my feet from
the little booties.  Finally naked, I giggled delightedly.
	I could feel Garrick sitting up now, his hands again reaching into
my armpits and lifting me off his six inch cock.  As I crawled off to the
side, his hands stayed with me, guiding me until I realized that he wanted
me to lay on my belly.  With a bashful giggle, I folded my arms beneath my
chest and lay straight down on the moss, my penis feeling the plant life
directly against it.  Garrick was there in an instant and I felt his hands
taking hold of my bottom.  He parted the cheeks tenderly, exposing the
little hole to my body, and I let out a startled cry as I suddenly felt his
warm, slimy lips kissing it.
	"Are you going to stick it in me?" I asked panting as I felt his
tongue probing at my little orifice.
	"Yeah," he paused long enough to answer.  "You're starting to get
wet."
	This was the older boy's expression for a Kovz Boys excited
butthole.  Up to this time, however, I had never heard mine described that
way.  I was still young, after all, and still well before any real visible
signs of puberty.  If Garrick was right and the rather mild contact my
bottom had received was enough to make it lubricate itself, perhaps I was
finally really reaching that special time in my life.  I smiled to think
about it and as the teenager's lips and tongue probed the little hole, even
I realized that it was starting to feel a little slimy inside.  It was an
interesting feeling, like having sperm shooting up your urethra for the
first time.  Other boys had gotten me "wet" before, but it was different
now and I could feel it.  My little bottom was coming alive and the thought
of the anal orgasms that would soon come my way made me feel happy and
grown-up.
	When Garrick's mouth and tongue had done their work satisfactorily,
the boy reached out and started poking a finger against my tiny sphincter.
It was rare that I'd ever pursued anal intercourse and it had been months
since a boy other than Kelly had penetrated me, but I knew that I had to
relax a little to let it happen.  Smiling proudly, I concentrated on my
little sphincter and told it to let the invading finger in.  Garrick still
had to push a little, but I felt the hole opening and felt his finger slip
slowly up inside me.
	I giggled again, more from pride than embarrassment as the boy
pushed it all the way up inside me, wiggling the tip a little until it was
finally buried all the way to the first knuckle.
	"How does it feel?" he asked, caressing the tight sides of my
rectum.
	"Nice," I smiled, feeling him wiggling in my body.
	"You're getting pretty wet, Kely," he smiled behind me.  "Do you
want to try it?"
	"Yeah," I said instantly.  Travis Berenson had stuck his penis up
my butt in Labar before it even knew how to get wet and his penis had been
longer than Garrick's, but not as thick.  I already knew I could handle the
size of the other boy and the realization that I my butt was ready for the
mature lovemaking of the older boys made me eager to feel just about
anything up inside there.
	"Okay," Garrick smiled behind me.  He pulled his finger out of my
body and I felt his big hands rubbing up my skinny back and across my thin
shoulder blades.  He pulled them back down and I felt him crawling up
between my legs.  Slowly, he lay down on top of me and I again felt his
hard cock along the crack of my bottom as his baby soft chest came to rest
on my shoulder blades.
	I was really excited at the thought of what he was about to do to
me and lay there clutching my arms tightly against my chest as his body
rubbed on top of me a few times.  When he was ready, I felt one of his
hands reaching down, felt his body move a little lower on me.  In a little
while, I felt the swollen head of his penis probing along the gentle fold
between my cheeks.  For most boys, it would be difficult to do it this way,
particularly with a boy as skinny and small as I was.  Garrick, however,
had done this to a lot of boys and his penis head seemed to have an
instinctive ability to locate the little hole it was searching for.  Soon,
I felt his bulbous glans pressing against my sphincter.
	It should be understood that my butthole was no larger than the
size of a dime and was naturally clenched shut tighter than iron.
Garrick's penis was about as thick as a silver dollar, much larger than the
little hole it was pushing at.  He was still oozing pre-cum and my butt
seemed almost to taste it, as if the pubescent hormones of his body were
feeding mine.  I could feel my slimy lubricants preparing for the promised
entrance of the other boy's love tool.  Having had nothing larger than a
little boy's penis in me since that day with Travis, my sphincter really
wasn't prepared for the size of the cock now begging entrance.  I lay
huddled there trying to remember to relax, but no matter how much I
relaxed, it never seemed to be enough.
	Finally, Garrick started pushing harder and my butthole got a
better sense of what was coming into it.  The shape of his penis head was
well suited for the purpose and, holding the hard shaft with one hand, he
was able to push the tip forward, his pre-cum and my butt lubricating it
enough to allow it to press my sphincter open a little at a time.  The boy
wasn't in any hurry and patiently pressed it forward harder and harder, my
butthole stretching wider and wider to accommodate it.
	Contrary to the pleasure I had expected, it did hurt.  It felt like
the sensitive skin of my anus was being stretched too far, farther than it
was capable of without tearing.  Garrick's cock was persistent, however,
and just kept pushing forward.  When the swollen head finally slipped past
the strongest muscle in my body, it was like a tremendous pressure had been
removed from my butthole to be replaced with a far more pleasant pressure
inside it.
	"Is it okay?" the young boy asked, his slender fourteen year old
body holding still for the answer.
	"Yeah," I gasped.  "It just hurt a little."
	Garrick knew that it would hurt when the skin was stretched around
his cock the way it was.  Both he and I also knew, however, that the
internal organ he was penetrating was much more yielding.  As he started to
push again, I could feel my sphincter pushed wider open by the thickness of
his shaft.  This wasn't as wide as his penis head, though, so it was
prepared for it and eased back on its tight refusal to admit anything more.
Safely past my body's guardian, Garrick was able to move more easily.  He
continued to move slowly as he slipped inch after inch of his throbbing
cock up my butt: my rectum needed to adjust, to turn itself so it was
straight enough to accept the straight granite-hard cock slipping up it.
	Inside me, I could feel his cock sticking in deeper.  It felt good
for the most part, but not as good as I knew that it did for the older
boy's.  Still, it was a strange sensation, the strange swelling of hardness
up inside you and it just kept coming, moving farther up until it felt like
it was rubbing along the inside of my penis and testicles, a very nice
feeling indeed.  I could even feel it exerting pressure up into my belly
until Garrick slowly lay forward and I knew that he had all of it inside my
butt.
	He massaged and kissed my bare shoulders as he lay on my back
gasping heavily.  "How does it feel?" he asked gently.
	"It's okay," I panted back.  "Is it all the way in?"
	I took in a sudden gasp as I felt the boy push his hips forward and
perhaps another half inch of cock stuck up inside me.  "It is now," he
panted back.  "Man, it's tight.  Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
	"A little," I admitted, "but I'll get used to it."
	"It wouldn't be so bad if you'd put on a few pounds," the boy said.
"You're too skinny.  You hardly have any butt at all."
	"Sorry," was all I could say.  We lay there for a while letting my
slimy butt get used to his big cock inside it.  Apart from the tightness of
the stretched skin at the entrance, it soon felt pretty nice, throbbing
rhythmically in delightful contrast to my own heartbeat.
	Garrick knew when it had eased enough to start fucking me and I
felt his body stiffen as he slowly pulled his hips back.  The big cock
inside me slid slowly out, feeling nice.  When he'd pulled out about four
inches of it, I felt him flex again as he moved it forward, slowly
reinserting it until the sparse pubic hairs on his pubic mound were pressed
against the hairless entrance to my butt.
	"How was that?" he asked, his tenor voice starting to crack a
little from excitement.
	"It's fine," I panted back.  "Do it faster."
	"I can't," he giggled back.  "It's too tight."
	He pulled back again and his penis moved more easily inside me.
When he pushed it back inside this time, I let out a soprano moan of
pleasure.  It felt great though there was a dull ache deep in my rectum, as
if something was bruised.  The other boy continued this slow fucking,
sliding it in and out with loving affection, kissing my long blond hair and
shoulders as he did it.  With slime now coating my butthole, it felt pretty
good all along my insides now but the boy kept up the same, slow, rhythmic
pace.
	"Do it faster," I said again.
	"Kely, I can't," the boy giggled.  "You're too tight."
	"It feels good," I said.
	"Okay, here," he said.  Rather than starting to fuck me faster,
however, the fourteen year old pulled his hips back until his stiff
erection poked all the way out.
	"Hey," I said.  "Don't stop."
	"We can't do it like that," the naked boy said, his penis looking
fantastically hard and excited as it stuck out from his young body.  He
laid over on the moss, facing up at the sun.  "Sit down on it," he
instructed, his slender young arms reaching for me as I sat up on my knees.
My butt know felt a sad emptiness.  I wanted his cock up inside it again
real bad.
	Knowing what he meant for me to do, I went over on my knees and
straddled his hips so that my little butt was directly above his young
crotch.
	"Do you want me to put it in?" his cute face asked, smiling up at
my naked body above him.
	"No, I can do it," I said.  I reached around my back and grabbed
hold of the rock-hard meat between his boy legs.  Lowering my butt a
little, I rubbed his swollen penis head around until I felt it near the
yearning hole to my body.  At first, I tried to sit down on it too quickly
and my butt complained.  Garrick, though he must have been insane in desire
for an orgasm, patiently let me experiment, pushing his stiff cock first up
and then down until I'd found my butthole again.  Careful this time, I
slowly lowered my hips on it.
	His penis head had to find its way inside all over again, gently
but persistently pushing its way past my tight sphincter.  He lay there
looking beautiful, a patient look of pleasure on his cute face as he looked
up at my face and down to where my small hand was holding his penis so it
poked up against my little butt.  It must have been pretty with his sparse
pubic hairs directly below the stiff, hairless erection between my legs.
Slowly it worked its way inside me and slowly, very slowly, I lowered my
hips and felt it sliding back up inside my body.
	Its hardness grew up inside me with a wonderful fullness, sliding
up much easier than it had when I was laying on the moss.  I panted happily
at the growing pleasure inside my body, lowering all the way until my
hairless body was sitting all the way on top of his pubic mound, nothing
but his immature hairs to show where his penis once had been.
	"Oh, man, that feels good," I smiled, my eyes closed as I sat there
in awe of the pleasure in my bottom.  When I was fully accustomed to the
size of it, I looked down at the young boy I was sitting on.  He lay calmly
on the grass, his big hands resting on my skinny thighs.  His face was
filled with blushing pleasure and was gazing all up and down my skinny
body, from hairless little erection to young face.
	"Kely," he smiled up at me.  "I'm going to cum pretty soon."  I
could see it in his cute face could hear it in the growing gasps from his
small chest.  Wanting to make sure the boy's pleasure was complete, I put
my hands down on his belly and used them to brace myself as I rose back up,
Garrick's six inch penis sticking straight out as a link between his body
and mine.  It slid nicely and, as soon as I felt the swollen head nearing
my sphincter, I reversed motions and lowered my butt back down on it, it
quickly disappearing back inside me again.
	"Yeah," Garrick smiled.  "Do it faster."
	I started back up the long pole again and he quickly added, "Hurry,
Kely."  Realizing that the boy had reached his "point of no return", I
ignored the tight restrictions of my butt and started forcing the pubescent
penis more quickly in and out of it.  The faster I went the faster it
allowed me to go and I sat there riding up and down on it until it was soon
moving freely and easily.  The constant and rhythmic pressure of the
hardness inside my body was rewarding me with pleasure too.  My little
penis was starting to pulse again, eager to be rubbed and fondled, and my
intestines felt warm with pleasure.  Eager to join Garrick in orgasm, I
took my little erection between my thumb and forefinger and started
masturbating it even as my skinny hips continued moving up and down on his
penis.  It delighted the other boy and he stared transfixed at my fingers
on my penis, his baby soft chest swelling as he gasped between my legs, a
delighted smile filling his face with joy.
	He didn't get tight as his orgasm reached its climax the way many
boys do.  Though muscles swelled along his belly, he didn't clench the way
many boys did before exploding with pleasure.  Instead, his hands reached
down and took hold of my hips.  With a suddenness that surprised me, the
boy suddenly started humping back at me.  As my skinny body slid down onto
his penis, his hips shoved forward and forced his cock all the way up
inside.  Soon, it was almost like he was baring my entire weight in his
hands, lifting me up and dropping me on his stiff erection.  Rather than
riding on his penis, his penis was now riding me.  The force of this grew
greater as the boy's pleasure grew.  As he climaxed, his entire body was
contorting to drive his six inch cock up into my skinny body as quickly as
it could.
	I knew he was ejaculating inside me as I rode on his penis and
watched him.  His face looked happy and sweet and his slender body flexed
all over every time he drove his penis into me.  With each of these drives,
he let out a slight, beautiful grunt and the proud look on his face was the
one pubescent boys used when they knew they were planting their sperm
inside a little boy.  I didn't mind his pride in the least.  I was glad he
was squirting it in my body and wished only that I could feel it and see
it.  I loved seeing young boys ejaculate.
	He relaxed after his pleasure climaxed and soon lay gasping on the
moss, happiness and contentment on his beautiful face.  I smiled down at
him and continued to ride up and down on his penis.  I liked the feel of it
moving inside me and I could tell he liked the tender way my butt brought
him down from his passion.  I was still rubbing my little penis but I was
so enchanted by his orgasm that I couldn't focus enough on my own to bring
it off.
	Soon, the boy's penis started to get too soft for me to keep
sliding on it.  In the hopes of enjoying it as long as I could, I finally
wiggled as much of it as I could into my butthole and sat there on it,
letting it soften inside me.
	"Was it good?" I asked as the boy's gasping lessened.
	"Yeah," he smiled up at my naked body sitting between his legs.  It
wasn't the best, I knew.  It was too awkward, too experimental.  Fourteen
year old boys need to give themselves over to wild abandon when they have
sex and Garrick had been too careful not to hurt me.  It was sweet of him
and I loved him for it, but I felt kind of like I'd let him down.  "We
should do this more often," he smiled lovingly at me.
	Well, that was a good sign anyway.  He knew, as I did, that it had
been a little disappointing but he also knew, as I did, that we'd do a lot
better next time.  It was enough.
	The beautiful Guardian again held my hand as he led me back through
the maze to the palace.  It was fortunate: I'd never have found my way
without him.  We each held our own clothes in our hands, walking naked and
happy through the gardens of Kovzland.  Deep in my body, I could feel the
warm sperm of the older boy making my bottom feel slimy.

	The future character of each of the Great Houses started to become
clear after the first day of the interviews when the first sixty-two boys
had been interviewed and placed.  Tod picked the youngest and shyest of the
boys for Blue: basically boys who were a lot like him.  Terry did similarly
for Gray.  For Yellow, Calvin took happy, well-adjusted boys.  Erin ended
up selecting athletically inclined boys for Red.  And Rick and David
divided the more mature (or at least more sexually active) boys between
Green and Purple.
	Just as they were finishing the interviews, Jonathan hurried in to
the palace to report that Guardian Michael Austen was entering the Kovz
Valley.  This meant that he would soon be entering Kovz City.  Like David,
he was returning with an army of boys: 1,500 more for our growing island,
these ones coming from the Martel kingdom.  The panel members groaned,
realizing immediately that their duties weren't finished yet.  Still, we
were all delighted that Michael was safe and happy to hear that so many
more boys were going to join Kovzland.
	It was decided that Calvin would lead a small delegation to greet
them and I was given temporary reign over Yellow until they got back.  This
was a little awkward for me, because I was, again, still little more than a
child myself.  I was instructed to do it, however, and was glad at least
that I got the boys of Yellow and not Purple or Green: the boys in Yellow
were very cute and very nice; the hormone-inspired boys of Purple or Green
would have been a struggle to say the least.
	While Calvin was gone to join Guardian Michael, each of the
Guardians and/or Princes who ruled a House went to Baby Blue House to get
their boys; I went for Yellow.  They all wore Baby Blue outfits, some in
shorts and T-shirts, others in pants and dress shirts.  A few were bare
chested or wore only underpants.  They all looked adorable and I felt oddly
mature to be one of the officials that they watched so eagerly.
	High Prince Tod stepped forward first and called out the names of
his boys who promptly went to one corner of the room while they waited for
him to finish.  They all seemed happy that the adorable prince had picked
them and joined their group with boyish giggles and grins.  I couldn't help
but feel like none of them had done anything more than masturbate
themselves.  They were excited now.  I somehow thought they'd feel
frightened tomorrow.
	After they had left, the other leaders called out their boys.  This
process took almost an hour and the boys were impatient and uncertain about
what was happening.  I was the last one there when it was over and was
standing in a room of a hundred very cute young boys.  They were all quiet,
shy eyes turned to me and waiting for my instructions.  "Well," I smiled.
"I guess that leaves the rest of us for Yellow." They smiled politely, but
remained silent.  "Let's go."
	The boys had no personal belongings and carried no baggage.  Once
we got to the town of Yellow, they would each be able to pick their clothes
from the substantial wardrobe Potus had left for us.  They remained quiet
all the way over, though I did hear an occasional whisper between them.
The island was so large, and Yellow was on the opposite side from Baby
Blue.  It was a good two hour hike across the gold-lined roads.  I tried to
keep up a constant monologue of stories about Kovz City, but they all
seemed too nervous to be listening.  Ah, well.  It may be that Calvin had
picked the quietest bunch of boys in the group, but they were only mine
until the new prince was picked and Calvin got back.  If nothing else,
every one of them looked the absolute angel.  Only a few of them looked as
young as I did, which made me feel a little awkward about being their
leader, however temporary I might be.
	Yellow had the normal contingent of sixteen mansions, all painted
yellow, as well as numerous smaller homes and buildings.  There were
gymnasiums, sports fields, gardens, parklands, beaches, and numerous other
buildings for fun and recreation.  Trees and bushes decorated the downtown
area and obstructed a clear view of the beach.  Scattered about, of course,
were statues of boys, many naked, some erect.  My young charges blushed as
they saw them.  The younger ones giggled.
	Calvin had picked the mansion closest to the lake for these first
members of Yellow to live in.  Like the others, it had room for several
hundred boys, but it was the headquarters building, with special apartments
and offices for the prince and guardian.  Since there were only a hundred
of them, they would all be able to share the first floor.  Before going
there, we stopped off at several of the stores.  The boys had the
opportunity to pick from clothes, games, candy and many other things they
might want and they were permitted to pick out anything.  They weren't used
to these types of gifts, however, and most just settled on clothes.  It
didn't matter: they would be free to come back at any time to take things
they hadn't taken before.
	We entered the mansion and I herded all the boys into the front
living room.  It was a very nice room and extremely large, decorated in
yellow and white and filled with couches and chairs for more than three
hundred boys.  Our small group scarcely made an impression on it.  They
remained silent as I assigned them room numbers.
	Each boy had his own room.  Later, new boys to the house might have
to live in "nurseries" ("dormitories" -- nicely finished even if they were
shared) for a while, but there was no reason to bother with such
formalities at that early date.  I left them to settle in and with
instructions to meet in the hallway at five o'clock for dinner.  After
that, I returned to the Guardian's apartment to select a nominee for
princedom.  Calvin had left the selection entirely up to me and it was very
exciting to think I could make one of the boys a prince.
	I was now the keeper of the boy files for Yellow, and I sifted
through them in search of the boys.  I didn't know them well enough to make
any intelligent choices, but their files and my memories of the few brief
interviews I'd participated in had to suffice.  After about an hour of
struggling I managed to pick five well qualified boys.  Of these, my
favorite was undeniably Ryan.  I had fallen in love with the thirteen year
old boy from the moment I'd first laid eyes on him.  He had been very sweet
and adorable at his interview, a happy smile and bashful blush on his cute
face, a sharp mind despite his shyness.
	He was the perfect choice.  The last thing you wanted was a cocky,
arrogant boy to be a prince.  He was almost sure to let it go to his head
and dominate the other boys.  A sweet boy like Ryan, with intelligence to
go along with his natural boyish beauty, was perfect.
	Scarcely had I made my pick when there was a knock on the door.
	"Gees, thank Kovz you're alone," King Erin said entering my
room. "I just went by Rick's and David's houses and they've already got
naked boys swinging from the ceiling.  Where are your boys?"  He asked this
as if he expected to see them lounging around naked in my room.
	Despite the stresses he was enduring in his office, he seemed like
the same sweet boy I'd met in Tarsec Village so many months ago.  He was
smiling at me and gazing across my body so openly that I started to wonder
if he wanted to have sex with me.  Kovz knew I wanted to have sex with him,
if for no other reason than to connect to my past affair with him.
	"I guess they're settling in," I shrugged.  "They're not a real
wild bunch."
	Erin smiled at me.  "The other guardians said Calvin got all the
really cute ones..."
	"They are cute," I nodded with a grin.
	"Well, whatever.  I came by to meet your princely candidate."
	I felt a little disappointed that he was strictly here on a
business issue, but he looked disappointed too so I didn't feel too bad.
"I'll go get him," I said, awkwardly and affectionately slugging the cute
boy on his shoulder as boys are wont to do when they like each other.
	I scurried out of the room and down the hall to where Ryan's room
was.  I knocked and heard his high pitched voice say to come in.  He was
standing in the middle of the room looking like an angel and for a moment I
forgot what I came to see him about.  He was still wearing his baby blue
shorts and a white tennis shirt.  His light brown hair was combed and
looked soft and silky.  His exposed arms and legs looked as soft and smooth
as a little child's.  I knew well enough by his file just how far into
puberty he was and could see the signs of it by his hands, feet and nose,
all grown larger than they should be for a five foot tall boy who otherwise
looked like a little boy.  He was so cute.
	"Yes, sir," he said, looking at me nervously.
	"Uh, yeah," I said, getting control of myself.  "His Majesty King
Erin wishes to see you, Ryan.  Do you have a few minutes?"
	"Now?  The King?  Why does he want to see me?" He looked nervous
and as innocent as a thirteen year old possibly could.  I adored him
immediately.  Despite his puberty, his voice was still a child's soprano
and sounded beautiful to my adoring ears.
	"He just wants to talk to you," I said, thinking far more about
making love to him.
	He followed me nervously back up the hall to where Erin stood in my
room.  The young boy obediently bowed before the young king then stood
looking up at him through his long eyelashes.  By the smile on Erin's face,
I knew he thought Ryan was as pretty as I did.  "You must be Ryan," his
young voice said.
	"Yes, Your Majesty," the boy stumbled.  He was shy enough without
having to deal with a king.  His shyness, however, was one of his most
endearing qualities, that and his smile which would melt an Old One's
heart.  Erin stood taller than Ryan who himself was about two inches taller
than me.
	"Ryan, I'm going to get right to the point," Erin said, putting a
large hand on the small boy's shoulder.  "We need a prince to rule Yellow
House, and I want you to do it.  You'll be allowed to live here or at the
palace or both, whatever you want.  You will be completely in charge of
Yellow.  How does that sound?"
	"But I'm not a prince," Ryan said, his blue eyes shining wide and
innocent.
	Erin grinned.  "Oh, yes you are.  Isn't he, Kelvin?"
	"Yes, Your Majesty," I agreed, grinning at my old friend.  One look
at Ryan and anyone would know he was looking at a prince.
	"I know it's a bit confusing, Ryan," Erin explained.  "But you'll
get used to the idea after a while.  When you feel ready, I want you to
come up to the palace.  We'll make you at home right away." He gave the boy
a loving smile and even ran his hand slowly across his soft chest through
his shirt before turning and walking toward the door.
	"Can we expect you for dinner, Kelvin?" he asked me.
	"I think His Highness and I had better eat with the boys tonight,"
I smiled, thanking him for Ryan by my smile.
	"Very well.  I look forward to seeing you both at the meeting
tomorrow."
	I nodded and the king left.
	"How can I be prince?" Ryan said as soon as the door was closed.
"I don't even know how to."
	"There's nothing to know, Ryan," I smiled and sat on the bed.
"Just make the rules that you think need to be made and be nice to the
boys."
	Ryan stood there in confusion a moment then suddenly smiled down at
me.  "You mean I'm really the prince?" he asked.  "Just like that?"
	"Yep, just like that.  You are now completely in charge of Yellow
House and I am your noble servant."
	"You mean you work for me?"
	I nodded.  "Until Calvin comes back, anyway.  Then he'll work for
you."
	"Holy cow," the boy grinned.  "What do I do?"
	"Well, first we better move you into the prince's suite and get you
a crown," I smiled.
	I took him back to the room I had assigned him earlier where he
gathered his things; then we walked together to the prince's apartment.
The apartments (both prince and guardian) consisted of a large living area,
a bedroom, a private bath and a dining and kitchen area.
	The young boy was ecstatic, and got even more excited when I picked
up the dainty gold tiara that sat on the dresser in the bedroom and placed
it over his head.  It fit him perfectly, the light gold bands looking
beautiful against his soft brown hair, his smooth face looking cuter than
ever.  He was smiling at me with his perfect boy smile, his beautiful blue
eyes gazing into mine.  I realized nervously that the boy was looking at me
differently and could feel the sensitive love desire in his eyes, could
practically sense desire to hold me.  He was still young to puberty,
however, and very innocent.  Instead of holding me, he swallowed nervously
and turned away.
	"What do I have to do next?" he asked crossing to the bed.
	"Well," I sighed, aching for the boy but knowing it had to be in
his time.  "You need to appoint a president to assist you."
	"What does he do?"
	"Whatever you want him to.  When you're up at the palace, he's in
charge of the house.  You should pick a boy you like a lot and one you can
trust."
	"I don't really know them very well..."
	"You don't have to pick one this minute, but it would probably be
best if you did before dinner tonight.  That'll give him time to get used
to it before we go to the meeting tomorrow morning."
	"Okay.  I think I'll take a bath now," he said, dismissing me.
	"Do you want anything else?" I asked, leaving the boy an opening to
invite me to stay with him.
	He swallowed and shook his head.  With a shallow bow (it wasn't
appropriate for a Guardian to bow too low for a Prince), I left closing the
door behind me.
	It wasn't going to be easy for me the next few hours, I thought.
It had been awhile since I'd last been with a boy, and my desires were
starting to push my hormones just a little further than they ought to be
pushed.  I was acutely aware that my maturing sexual desires had grown
considerably since arriving at Kovzland.  I assumed that, as Ben had
suggested, the difference was the power of Kovzland and the island, but I
was maturing, too, and, though still hairless between my legs, I was
growing slowly toward puberty.  Before, I was quite satisfied if I had an
orgasm every couple of weeks.  Now, it seemed as if I were getting ill if I
didn't do it every day.  It was an awkward thing to desire sex so much and
yet be so young.
	As I walked down the hall, I decided that I would masturbate that
night if I couldn't find a willing boy to make love to.  Or I might just go
up to the palace and sleep with Kelly.  He was again becoming a favorite at
the palace and wasn't seeing me as often as he used to.  He might not have
changed physically, but he was becoming a lot more open about sharing his
immature body and it certainly was an attractive enough body for a ten year
old to attract a lot of affection.
	I decided it might be a good idea to check on the boys and see if
they were settling in okay.  I half-hoped to walk in on some boys having
sex, but didn't figure it likely with my innocent group.  I knocked on the
first door and the squeaky-voiced boy yelled for me to enter.
	It was Terry, the youngest boy I had and the only one who looked
younger than I did.  He was also the shortest and just about the cutest.
"Are you settling in okay?" I asked.
	He blushed and nodded, a shy, boyish smile on his face.  He had
changed into a pair of white jeans and a yellow, short sleeve shirt
buttoned up too high for me to see much of his small chest.  He looked too
young to be in one of the Great Houses, much too young to be even close to
puberty.  He opened up after a while, enough to giggle and smile with me.
My little penis was stiff the whole time I talked to him and I fought
against my desire to touch him.
	It took more than an hour to get through all the boys and by the
time I was done I was almost sweating with desire.  Most of the boys were
older than me and much more developed.  Only four still had no hair on
their penises and several actually had rather mature bushes.  The four
little ones were my real concern, but all of them except Terry were
thirteen years old and a boy that age should be able to handle himself.
They were all shy and bashful and all I could think was that they would
never do anything more than masturbate themselves, avoiding the love of the
others.
	By the time I had spoken to all of them, it was time for dinner and
I went back to Ryan's room to get him.  I knocked on the door and heard
water splashing.  Excited into erection at the thought of catching him
naked, I barged in.  The boy was washing his face in the sink.  He was
wearing the same white jeans as Terry had been, and a long sleeve, yellow
shirt with the golden braids of his rank.  My heart was pounding in my
little chest but all I could do was sigh to see him clothed.  Even clothed,
he was beautiful, his slender body wrapped tightly in the shirt and his
small buttocks looking round and pretty in his jeans.
	"Is it time for dinner?" he asked, drying his cute face off on the
towel.
	I sighed inwardly.  "Yeah.  I thought you were going to take a
bath?"
	"I changed my mind," he shrugged.  "What do I need to do?"
	"Oh, the servant does everything.  All you have to do is be the
last to enter.  The boys won't sit down until you do.  They also won't eat
until you start.  Did you pick a president?" I asked.
	"Yeah, but I don't think you'll like it..."
	"Who?" I asked, terrified that he'd thrust all that responsibility
on poor, little Terry.  I would have; the Prince and the president were
certain to be sex partners and Terry was my choice... after Ryan himself
that is.
	"Robert," he said cautiously.
	"Oh, that's an excellent choice," I said encouragingly, surprised
by his choice.  "I hadn't even thought about him but now that you mention
it, he's probably the best boy for the job."
	"You really think so?" Ryan blushed with pride.
	"Of course." Robert was a fourteen year old, blond haired boy.  Not
only was he probably the cutest boy after Ryan, but he seemed very calm and
sensible.  Granted he was shy, but even I had picked him as one of my
alternates for prince.  "Wait a few minutes while I get the other boys down
there, then come in.  Do you want to talk to Robert first?"
	"Uh, I guess so," he shrugged his little shoulders.  "I'll send him
in then."
	I found Robert in his room and asked him to go see Prince Ryan.  He
was confused by this, but was too shy to ask any questions.  Lord, what a
quiet house it was going to be.  I knocked on all the doors and asked all
the boys into the hallway.  They emerged looking as nervous and shy as
before, fighting not to look at each other as they got into a line.
	"You don't need to line up," I grinned.  "I'm just going to show
you where the dining room is. From now on you'll have to get around on your
own.  There are two rules," I said.  "First, when we enter, stay standing
at your seat until the Prince sits down.  Second, nobody eats until the
Prince eats.  Okay?"
	The boys nodded awkwardly.  "Who's the prince?" Terry asked.  He
looked so cute, I had to fight to remember my responsibilities.
	"Prince Ryan," I said, gazing and smiling at the little boy until
both he and I were embarrassed.  I had already told him who the prince was
earlier but boys have short memories.
	Finally dinner was served and Ryan entered just behind Robert.
Both boys blushed and repressed giggles as they took honorary seats at the
head of the table.  It did look ridiculous, a huge room made to seat 1,000
boys with just our group of a hundred.  Nonetheless, they sat down and
muddled through things and finally the dinner was over and Ryan stood up to
speak.
	In a voice almost too soft to hear, he announced his appointment of
Robert as President.  The boys were all leaning forward trying to hear him.
"You need to speak louder, Your Highness," I said, wanting to giggle at the
silly boy, but loving him too much, all the more for his shyness.  Besides
that, every boy face in the room instantly turned to me and I felt a rush
of warmth in my own face.
	"Oh, sorry," Ryan said louder, then repeated what he'd said before
in the same soft, quiet voice.  What a doll!  He also announced a meeting
in the front room to introduce ourselves and talk about what we were going
to do in the house.
	That said, he quickly departed.  The dining room was as quiet after
the meal as it had been before and during.  A few of the boys whispered to
each other, but it was all very quiet stuff.  I just sighed wondering if
the house would ever hear the beautiful giggles of happy boys. I stood and
started toward the stairs.
	"Uh, Guardian Kelvin..." a pubescent voice stopped me.  I turned
and saw Kip Martel standing nervously, afraid to look at me as his twin
brother poked his ribs.
	"I told you guys not to call me 'Guardian'.  I'm just a boy like
all of you." In fact, I was quite younger than either of the boys and their
behavior made me feel ridiculous.
	"I'm sorry," Kip said immediately, blushing and getting ribbed by
Cam again.
	"Did you want to ask me something?" I asked as the skinny boy
wriggled from his brother's pokes.
	"Uh, well, what do we do now?" he asked.
	"Well," I shrugged.  "The Prince said we were having a meeting in
the living room.  I figure I'll be going to it.  You don't have to go, but
Prince Ryan may want to give you a beating for it if you skip."
	That said, I promptly departed and headed toward the meeting.  It
would almost be nice if Ryan would have one of the boys beaten, at least
get some sounds in the house.  I laughed to myself and heard the plodding
steps of the shy boys as they followed me up the stairs.
	The living room was empty when we arrived and the boys all lounged
about and found seats, none too close to the others.  I just shook my head.
It was some time before Ryan an Robert entered.
	"His Royal Highness," I announced, and the boys all followed my
example and scurried nervously to their feet.  Ryan blushed as he walked to
the front of the group.  He started talking in his shy little voice again.
"Uh, Your Highness," I interrupted.  "We can't hear you.  Maybe it would be
better if you had us all sit up closer to you if you're going to speak so
softly."
	I said this in a loud voice and several of the boys looked at me in
shock.  I was the Guardian, however, and they judged that I was the one who
was really in charge anyway.  Calvin would have to change that belief in
the future, but not until Ryan had learned how to lead effectively.
	"Uh, yeah, okay," Ryan's boyish voice said.  "You guys come up in
these first few couches and sit down." The boys responded slowly, but they
did respond.  They shot each other defensive glances as they were now
forced to sit so close they were almost touching.
	Ryan led the boys in introductions and each of them stood and
introduced themselves.  I made note of all the boys who spoke reasonably
loud.  These were the ones I was going to have to bring out first.  The
others would eventually follow.  I was more than eager to get the process
started because the loudest and most self-assured boy in the group seemed
to be little Terry.  He may have been younger than me, but he was in Yellow
and that meant he had been judged ready for sexual awakenings.
	Ryan gave a very brief, very nervous, very rambling speech and
there was some talk afterward, but everybody was agreeing or keeping
silent.  At least Ryan was speaking in a louder voice and seemed to be
taking charge a bit more, not much more, but it was a start.
	Finally, he called on me.  As temporary Guardian of Yellow, it was
my job to help develop their leadership structure.  This would be the model
Calvin had instilled in White with Squad Leaders, Platoon Leaders and
commanders.  I did this in short order.  With only a hundred boys, it was
fairly easy.  The boys who'd seemed most secure in their introductions, I
appointed as Platoon leaders.  The next level, as Squad Leaders.  There
were only two or three boys assigned to each squad right now, but I'd left
room for the growth we knew would soon be coming.  For now, they had the
basic model to learn from.
	When I was done, the young prince stepped forward again.  "I guess
that's it for now," he said slowly, his young mind racing through things he
should say or do.  "Any questions?"
	"What about the pool?" Kip blurted after his brother prodded him.
	"When a question is directed at His Highness," I put in
immediately, "it is customary to stand and address him."
	Kip blushed so bright a red I was afraid I'd scared him into
silence.  "I'm sorry, Your Highness," he apologized to Ryan, immediately
scrambling to his feet.
	"That's okay," Ryan smiled at him.  "What about the pool, Kelvin?"
he asked me.
	"What about it?" I asked.  "Does it have sharks in it?"
	Ryan sighed hopelessly, clearly understanding Kip's question and
interceding on his behalf.  If nothing else, he was showing that he was
less intimidated by me than the others were.  "No.  Can we use it?"
	"It's your pool, Your Highness.  All of Yellow is yours.  You can
do whatever you want with anything here."
	Ryan swallowed as that sunk in.  "Okay," he said.  "You guys can
use the pool anytime you want.  And anything else you want, too."
	"All right," one of the boys said, and they were suddenly nudging
each other, a few scattered whispers about playing basketball after the
meeting.  Maybe everything would work out.
	"Um, Your Highness..." Kip again stuttered at Cam's insistence.
"Um...
	"Ask him!" Cam nudged.
	"Can we, uh... well, what I mean is, uh..."
	There wasn't a soul in the room who didn't know what Kip was trying
to say.  Everyone of them were blushing, Kip worst of all.
	"Cam," I said, saving the cute boy.  "I can't understand what your
brother is asking.  What is he saying?"
	"Uh," Cam stuttered, his blue eyes widening in terror.  If Kip was
red, Cam turned absolutely crimson.  "He wants to know, uh, if we can, you
know, play..."
	I was going to make him say it all the way, but that would have
embarrassed him too much not to mention the rest of us.  I'd been "playing"
with boys for almost a year and I still couldn't just come out and say it.
A dozen of the boys fidgeted nervously in their seats, all eyes watching
me.
	"Uh," I said, my high-pitched voice sounding little better than
theirs.  "You're still allowed to do anything, uh, anything that you were
doing at Baby Blue," I said, shrugging absently.
	Everyone got the message including Ryan who gave me a long, hard
look.  He dismissed the meeting, and the shy, embarrassed young boys filed
out.  I couldn't resist glancing at their pants, noticing the stiff,
maturing penis bulges as the nervous pubescents left.
	"Uh, I think you, me and Robert should have a meeting, too," Ryan
said after they'd left.
	"Okay," I nodded.
	We did meet for about two hours, going over the necessary
administrative details they needed to know and all the other things I could
tell them.  A lot of it hinged on the "military model" as Calvin had
described it.  Both the other boys were fascinated by the concept and
wanted to understand everything they could about it.  Appropriately, the
majority of the rest of the meeting focused on the issue of individual
rights and mutual respect.  I wanted to bring up the issues surrounding a
growing boy's sexuality, but thought better of it.  Both Ryan and Robert
were more mature than I was.  They would understand the others better than
I could.  Besides, Calvin would be a far better role model than me.
	During the meeting, I looked out the window and saw a dozen, skinny
boys swimming in the pool all wearing tight yellow swim trunks.  Another
half dozen were playing basketball.  Soon the sun would be going down and
the fate of Yellow would be decided in the boys' beds.