The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Nine:  Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

	Yeah, it was a terrible society, I smiled the next morning as I lay
pillowed on a plush mattress, stretched out between clean, starched sheets,
and with more teddy bears than the Prince of Wales gathered around
me. Everything we could dream of was provided by the vast stores Potus had
left us or by the growing trade relationship between us and the descendants
of Potus's former empire.
	They called themselves the Potusians (which we accepted though it
sounded weird to us) and over the past several weeks they had done a great
job of establishing a new community on the ruins of the old Kovz City.
They had a knack for building as our own fabulous city on the island
attested.  For their own city, they were more restrained but were quickly
building a pleasant town, much nicer than most I had seen.  Already they
had several dozen houses built around our former ruins.  Even these were
quickly disappearing, the melted iron and shattered stone used to build
their new home.
	We had begun harvesting herbs almost immediately, though we didn't
collect very many while trying to incorporate our growing population.
Jonathan Quade was responsible for harvesting the ample herb crop which
seemed to grow in every possible place on the island like wild weeds.
Gradually, additional boys were added to his team and the crop increased
with them.  Still, the initial trade with the Potusians was pretty light,
our meager harvesting able to pay for little more than free passage of boys
from their town to our island.  That worked out okay since the stores they
had left behind were more than adequate to sustain us for several years
even if our population continued to grow at a frantic pace.
	It would change in the future.  One day their big ship would make
twice daily trips to the island, bringing new citizens and everything we
asked them to bring to us.
	In the old days, Kovzland had never relied much on trade.  There
was substantial bounty of food in the surrounding countryside and we didn't
wear out our clothes the way some cultures might: we didn't wear them all
that much.  Though food was plentiful on the island, the stores Potus had
provided weren't going to last forever and, with our new additions, there
were greater desires for material possessions and things that Kovzland was
not designed to provide.  We didn't work, at least not in any way that most
people would recognize as being work.  We just played.  I have to believe
that if boys (and a few wise young men like Calvin) ran the governments,
religions, schools and other social institutions in any of our planet's
great cities, their work week, like ours, would have been no more than ten
hours a week.  The only reason anyone anywhere ever works more is sheer
greed or sheer conspicuous consumption.
	I sighed these thoughts away.  Besides our powerful herbs and
potions, Kovzland had other natural resources, namely its boys.
	After reveling in an excess of sex with virgin boys the day before,
I had spent the previous day being a proper and good host to my
inexperienced little charges.  It didn't matter a great deal.  I had had
sex with little Bobby, Dean DeGrande, Troy Carmical and Daniel Wyer and all
four of them had learned about the other opportunities with enjoyable ease.
Bobby, for example, whose extremely young years made him instantly popular
with the others, was already well established with Prince Kelly.  It didn't
take long for him to get the other deflowered virgins into exchanges with
the other members of the Royal Family.
	The young princes were having a field day of immature boy bodies.
I was given cause to understand, in fact, that Prince Robby had already
seduced Lee Wan and Tracey Gallagher, quickly removing them from my list of
boys that I had to introduce to sex.  I had assigned the virgins out, of
course, making my job somewhat easier, so Robby's willingness to "adopt"
the two twelve year olds certainly caused me no loss of sleep (probably
gave me a few extra hours, in fact).
	There was only one boy that I had to finish introducing to our
ways: John Dougher, the one boy whom I had steadfastly refused to allow any
other boy to touch before I did.  I had wanted to reserve Kirk Delaney for
myself as well but he was, undoubtedly, the prettiest boy in the lot,
frankly one of the prettiest boys I'd ever seen.  By giving him to Prince
Tod, I expected that any criticisms about my handling of the draft would be
averted.
	Not that John was any slouch.  He was really adorable with only
Troy and perhaps Dean coming close to challenging him after the absolute
perfection of Kirk was taken away.  I had had Troy and Dean both.  Seemed
only fair to let Kirk slip by for now if for no other reason than the fact
that I was perceptively certain that he and I would share other times
together.
	The boys had already been there for two days and there was only one
more before the other five boys (the more experienced ones) were to join
them at the palace the day before the draft.  I wasn't so worried about the
short time frame remaining to seduce John before the draft; I mean, if
anyone of my experience couldn't seduce a pubescent twelve year old boy in
twenty-four hours, well, he really wasn't worth his salt.  The simple fact
was that I knew if I didn't get to John soon, perhaps within a few hours,
someone else would be sure to snatch him up.  He was just too cute to pass
up for long, no matter what rules I'd staked out.
	I looked forward to it as I showered that morning, my hairless
boner sticking out straight and eager.  It had already had a full day to
recover from the four virgins, now it was more than ready to play some
more.  I may have been a pretty young boy still, but I was clearly well on
my way to young manhood, a fact I delighted in as I rubbed soap around my
body and gazed adoringly at my three inch erection.  Even dreaming of John,
it was all I could do to keep from grabbing the stiff young thing and
rubbing on it myself If I'd been wise, I'd have lowered the temperature of
the shower; I was just a boy, however, and I liked being horny when I knew
I would soon have such an adorable playmate.
	I managed to get back to the room with my little boner intact and I
giggled at it as it swung stiffly as I walked.  I felt really good and
delighted in holding up a variety of outfits to see if they were what I
wanted to wear, giggling as I let each and every one rub across my penis
until it was glowing red with excitement.  My little testicles ached just a
bit from the continuing excitement, but it was nothing compared to the
ticklish pleasure of the silks and cottons I caressed the shiny, purple
head with.  I'd been with enough boys by this time to be fully aware how
much smaller my immature boyhood was than theirs, but I liked mine a lot
anyway.
	I finally settled on wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top
that was much too big for me. It came down almost to my knees, the neck
line and underarm holes coming so low as to leave little to the
imagination.  It looked silly, but sexy too and I felt very cute in it.
	I was sitting on the bed tying my white high top tennis shoes when
there was a knock on the door.  I yelled for them to come in and Calvin
stepped into the room.
	"Hey, little guy," he said closing the door behind him.
	"Hi, Cal," I smiled up at him.  He was wearing blue jeans and a
T-shirt that clung tightly enough to show off his well-muscled body.  He
was six foot, two, of course, and twenty years old by our reckoning.  I was
a skinny little boy.  Calvin was a full-bodied young man.  "What's up?"
	"How's it going so far?" he smiled.
	"Pretty good," I grinned, blushing a little, too.  No doubt Cal had
heard all the rumors about the "progress" we'd made with the draftees.
	"Cool.  I did some checking into that problem you wanted me to look
into."
	"Which one?" I asked, confused.  Everything was going great!
	"Well, you said you thought that little boy should go back to
White..."
	"Oh, yeah..." I blushed real brightly now realizing that he was
talking about little Bobby Lauren.  Kovz, he seemed to be fitting in real
well as things had worked out.
	"We can do it, or rather you can.  It's kind of an obscure rule we
developed about fifteen hundred years ago.  Under the rules, the Guardian
of the Draft can send anybody back, no questions asked."
	"You're kidding?"
	"Nope."
	"I thought only the Guardian of White could do that, or the King,
of course."
	"No.  We only used the rule once, that's why everyone's forgotten
about it.  We just left it up to the Guardian of Baby Blue.  If he said the
boy was ready, we let him go.
	"So, you're saying I can send Bobby back to White?"
	"Yep.  If you still want to..."
	I blushed again.  Calvin knew full well that it was I myself who'd
first made love to the little nine year old.  "Well..." my soprano voice
stammered in embarrassment, "he seems to be doing real well..."
	Calvin shrugged.  "Yeah, he does..."
	"...and he already knows too much to send back to White..."
	"Well, that's not too important anymore.  We can wipe out his
memory."
	"I thought we couldn't do that anymore."
	"At first we couldn't, but Jonathan's been studying pretty hard.
He's managed to find some of the herbs that make up the potion.  We've
tested it.  It will work."
	"Oh..." I didn't know if I liked this turn of events.  Having
deflowered the little boy myself, I'd really look like a jerk if I sent him
back to White now.  "Well," I finally shrugged my skinny shoulders in the
huge tank top, "as long as things are working so well, I guess it doesn't
matter that much."
	Calvin shrugged, too.  "He could end up in Purple," he pointed out.
	I shook my head.  "He won't.  I happen to know that Blue has the
first round pick.  I can talk to Prince Tod.  He'll take him just to
protect Bobby."
	Calvin sniffed at this, obviously not interested in forcing my
decision.  "Okay.  You wanted me to check."
	"Yeah, thanks.  It might be important someday."
	"So where are you off to now?" the young man grinned as I stood up
in my silly looking outfit.
	I giggled despite myself.  "John Dougher."
	"Ah," Calvin smiled approvingly.  "You do know how to pick them."
	"But I didn't do Kirk," I replied, clearly too quickly and too
defensively.  Calvin cocked in eyebrow at me and, after struggling for a
moment for a sharp answer, all I could do was blush and giggle at getting
caught.
	"He was down at the gym a while ago," Calvin smiled at me.  "Have a
good time."
	"Calvin..." I stopped him when he started to exit.  "Why don't you
ever want to have the new boys?  I'd have given you any of the boys if
you'd asked... even Kirk."
	The young man laughed for a moment, then shrugged his broad
shoulders.  "I don't know," he confessed.  "They're very cute, Kel, don't
get me wrong, but... I guess I just like being with someone I can talk to
on an equal plain."
	"I can talk to them," I said before I realized what I was
confessing to.
	Cal smiled.  "It's a boy's game at your age, Kel.  It's just
different for me.  A boy's first time should be with another boy, not a
man."
	"Maybe with the right man," I said.  "I bet you'd be really good
for a little boy."
	He shrugged.  "Who knows, Kel.  Maybe I am sometimes.  You have
fun, now, okay?"
	"Yes sir," I smiled, giving a big salute that made one of the
straps of the tank top slip over my skinny shoulder and expose half my
little chest.
	Calvin laughed and exited.
	It didn't take long to find John thanks to Cal's tip.  The boy was
in the palace gym with what seemed to be most of the younger boys in the
palace, including most of the princes.  He was playing full court
basketball with other boys of similar age.  They had five on a team already
so I picked up a ball and stood at the side watching them.
	There's something very intriguing about watching a bunch of eleven
to thirteen year old boys playing basketball, something that's even more
intriguing in Kovzland.  The first point is that there are few things in
life more clumsy and awkward than a boy entering puberty.  That tends to
make basketball a rather comedic affair.  Puberty played such a role, in
fact, that it wasn't at all strange to see younger boys playing better than
the ones who had already started their growth spurt.  That was particularly
noticeable with the boys playing that day.  The most graceful boy on the
court was Scott Mahrey, the skinny nine year old President of White.  He
was on the skins team and it wasn't just his grace that caught my
attention.
	The other fact about the boys was also directly related to puberty
and that was the electric tension that seemed to spark between them almost
constantly.  These boys were, after all, boys who hung out at the palace
and all of them, with the exception of Dean DeGrande, Kai Gilmore and John
Dougher, were thoroughly versed in the ways of boy love.  Even Dean and Kai
had received their initiation.  Thus, though the boys tried to play
basketball in their clumsy, awkward way, they were also extremely attracted
to each other and there was as much awkward pubescent flirting as there was
exercise in the games.  The shirts-skins method of playing worked well into
this.  I mean, the island was flooded with color-coded clothing.  It would
have been extremely easy to outfit both teams in appropriate, contrasting
team colors.  But that just wasn't done in Kovzland.  Having at least half
the boys go topless was part of our own special society, a secret way to
keep the thought of nudity and sex on young minds.
	John was wearing a gray T-shirt and gray gym shorts, a fact that
neither added nor detracted from his beauty.  The only thing worth
mentioning about his outfit was that wearing one of the colors of the Great
Houses so blatantly while going through the draft could easily be
interpreted as a sign that he was already committed to joining one.  It
might have meant nothing, of course: boys going through the draft had
access to all manner of colors and clothing.  It might just be that he
liked the color.  Still, I found myself hoping that he was attracted to
Gray.  It was a nice house, one with a lot of really sweet boys in it.  It
was a perfect one for a boy like John.
	After spending an obligatory time appreciating the beauty of the
other young players, my eyes finally settled on my duty as he ran with the
others.  I can't say that he was one of the more graceful players.  Though
he was among the smallest boys there, he was also very clearly affected
with puberty.  He was only about five feet tall, but his feet and hands
were enormous for his size, frequently causing him to stumble, to
over-reach, to fumble with the ball.  No one teased him about this
awkwardness: they were all sharing the same problem.
	His light brown hair was a little wet around the ends, but the
boy's underarms weren't sweating at all nor was his T-shirt at all wet.  He
had a beautiful face, with a small nose and smooth skin.  His eyes were
blue -- no, not the "baby blue" of fame, but a surprisingly deep blue,
large like a child's.  His hair itself was thick but very soft looking.  It
hung down into his eyes in front even though he kept it pushed to the side,
hung down over his ears and all the way down his neck to his slender
shoulders.  This made his face look all the more adorable, filled with a
baby soft innocence.  His skin held a natural tanned look, pale, but more
brown than pink.
	His T-shirt was properly fitted to his slender frame, neither
clinging tightly enough to appreciate his muscles nor baggy enough to
appreciate the contours where the cotton draped around his body.  He looked
very cute in it, innocently showing the boyish size of his body, small and
well proportioned for his height.  At the same time, it left his arms bare
showing very soft looking skin.  His arms themselves, though long and
slender, were relatively plump and didn't show any muscles or the slightest
silver fuzz.  Even his biceps didn't look terribly muscular.  His hands
looked somewhat less childish with long, slim fingers.
	His legs were equally soft and beautiful looking between the hem of
his gray shorts and the top of his white sweat socks.  Like his arms, they
were still very smooth and hairless and the lightly tanned coloring gave
him the pale brown softness that I adored so much in boys.  His knees
weren't at all bony.  Apart from his long fingers, only his feet revealed
the blossoming puberty of his body.  They weren't as grotesquely overgrown
as some of the slightly more mature boys were but they did look quite large
for a boy so small.
	I had a pretty long wait while the boys finished their game, time I
spent imagining what John would look like naked.  He didn't look old enough
to have pubic hair but I knew enough boys to know that size and facial
appearance could be deceiving.  I noticed also that he had an easy, relaxed
smile that made him look even cuter.  Even when some of the other boys got
angry at their own awkwardness, John just smiled calmly and continued
playing.  I noticed that he had a rosy blush to his cheeks that never
faded, giving him a very sweet, innocent appearance.  By the time the boys
finished their game, I was totally infatuated with him.
	Fortunately for me, John's team won so I had a chance to try out
for the challenging team.  This consisted of shooting free throw shots:
first five to make it got to play.  Even though the court was boy-sized, a
free throw shot was still a major challenge for a boy like me who wasn't
terribly athletic.  Fortunately, only one of the other boys was any less
challenged.  He made it his first try.  It took three more rounds before we
had a team.  I was the last of the five and blushed a little as I stripped
out of my tank top.
	You had to be a real lover of little boys to be terribly attracted
to my twelve year old body.  Don't get me wrong, I thought I was very cute,
but if a boy liked muscles or even the normal slimness of young boys, I was
certainly too skinny to get much notice.  My chest barely swelled at all
and my little rib cage swelled along my thin torso even when I didn't raise
my skinny arms.  Needless to say, my overall build was non-existent, my
shoulders very small and my whole body running straight up and down --
nothing even resembling a "V".  To my credit, I thought I had very cute
nipples, very small and a nice color against my skin.  I thought my abdomen
was cute too because, though thin, it was very firm and very flat, with
what I thought was a cute little belly button.  Finally, even I had to
admit that I had extremely smooth, soft skin, the kind that you could see
as well as feel.  I wasn't very tanned, even after the time I'd spent naked
in the sun- instead, my skin was a pale flesh color.  Some boys liked that,
but I always preferred a nice tan... about exactly the color of John's arms
and legs.
	Anyway, if my bare chest embarrassed me a little for its
shortcomings, I liked it and enough other boys did that I wasn't terribly
averse to showing it off.  Overall, though, I knew it was my yellow hair
and boyish face that made me so popular with the others.
	There are some boys, even twelve and thirteen year olds, who have
amazingly perfect bodies.  By that I don't mean to say it's what everyone
wants to sleep with, but they were the kind that, if you checked off
everything a male body at that age would ideally be, these boys would have
checks all the way down it.  Such was the body of the boy who'd scored his
first free-throw so easily: Cort McGregor.  As I ran out on the court and
saw this boy coming out to join the rest of us, I suddenly felt like
scurrying back for a turtle-neck sweater.
	He was about the same age as me (by our reckoning system) and I
knew that he wasn't a lot more developed sexually.  I mean, I knew he was
just starting to get peach fuzz around his penis and I probably wasn't too
far from that myself.  He still had hairless underarms and his voice hadn't
shown the slightest sign that it was starting to break.  Nonetheless, he
had this near-perfect body and he had the face and personality to go with
it.  He was one of those boys who inevitably made me feel hopelessly
inadequate.  When I was so eager to get John's attention, this was the last
thing I needed.
	The only encouraging thing was that when it came time for the
shirts to pick who they were going to guard, young John picked me.  It was
probably nothing but a desire to guard the skinny little kid, but to me it
was an expression of interest -- well, anyway, I wanted to believe that it
was.  The first time he came up to me he smiled at me from beneath his
long, light brown bangs, so beautiful I couldn't do anything but smile and
gaze back at him.  We didn't exchange any greetings then, but as the game
started to progress, we did start to talk a bit, mostly because neither of
us was getting as competitive about it as most of the others were.  Add to
that the fact that neither of us touched the ball all that much and it
became a great time just to make friends.
	Cort was clearly the best player in the game (all that beauty and
he was graceful too!) allowing the skins team to win.  I didn't score any
points, but I didn't really screw up either so I was satisfied.
	"I guess you get to keep playing," John smiled adorably as he
started off the court.
	"Nah," I said, tagging along after him.  "I don't want to."
	"Hey, where you going?  We need you," Cort called behind us.  Kovz:
Beauty, grace and now he was being flattering to a boy they clearly didn't
need.
	"I'm tired," I smiled back, sticking close to John.  "Let somebody
else play."
	"Okay," Cort said.  "But we should play again some time."
	The way he said this made me do a double-take.  He stood there
holding the ball and smiling at me.  He was magnificent in his gym shorts,
perfect pubescent chest bare.  I felt my face flush.  Was he flirting with
me?  Kovz!  I needed to start playing more basketball!
	"What are you going to do now?" I asked as John went to the wall of
the gym.
	"I guess just wait for the next game," he said.  His hair was down
in his eyes now which I thought was real sexy.  He was about three inches
taller than me and smiled down at me, his eyes seeming to glance across my
bare chest.
	"There's other things we can do," I said.
	"Like what?" His eyes didn't leave me nor did his smile fade.  It
wasn't a sexual smile, though (I knew what those looked like -- like
Cort's).
	"Lot's of stuff," my bony shoulders shrugged, me wishing I did a
better job of planning these things.  Man, what was I going to do...
	John laughed, a cute laugh that showed his perfect teeth, made his
eyes twinkle and made his cheeks look rosier.  "Okay.  What do you want to
do?"
	Okay, let's see... "You wanna go in the sauna?" Okay, it was a
little bit direct, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
	"What's a sauna?" he asked, the beautiful expression on his face
not changing in the least.
	"Come on, I'll show ya'," I said just as casually.
	I totally forgot about my tank top and John apparently didn't think
about it either.  We walked down to the boys locker room with me still
bare-chested, bantering along and quickly becoming friends.
	"So, do you know what house you want to join yet?" I asked.  The
purpose for his being there was common knowledge by that time, even if the
lifestyle was still a mystery.  The Great Houses were already sneaking in
their spies (like Cort from Red), and trying to get to know the draft
choices.  We could make our rules, but that didn't mean all the boys
followed them.  I could really only hope that none of the draftees got too
much of an education before they were supposed to.
	John shrugged.  "Not really."
	"Have any of the boys talked to you about it?"
	"Yeah.  Prince Tod and Prince Craig did.  They seemed nice."
	"Yeah," I smiled.  "What'd they say?"
	John shrugged again.  "Just that they had a lot of nice boys in
their house and that I'd like it there.  I don't know how we're suppose to
decide.  Everyone seems nice."
	"Yeah," I nodded.
	When we reached the locker room, I sat down and started untying my
shoes.
	"What are you doing?" John asked.
	"We have to take our clothes off to go in the sauna," I explained
in my most nonchalant voice, which sounded terribly high-pitched and
nervous to my guilty ears.
	"Really?" The boy's smile faltered and he looked a little
concerned.
	"Well, sure," I said.  "It's too hot for clothes."
	"Oh," he replied, his rosy cheeks starting to blush obviously now.
	He sat down on the bench near me as he pulled his T-shirt off.  Not
wanting to be too obvious, I didn't watch as he started untying his shoes.
Just as he was finishing with this, I stood up bare foot and squirmed my
shorts and underwear down.  After running around on the basketball court,
my boyhood emerged looking smaller and more childish than ever.  I didn't
have an erection and the small thing was little more than a tiny penis head
sitting on a little boy scrotum.  My testicles hung down a little more than
usual, but I wished my boyhood wasn't so tiny, not when I was trying to
seduce a pretty boy.
	When I turned around, John was looking at it but rather innocently.
He giggled as he stood up and pushed his own shorts and underwear down.  No
doubt his confining underpants had shrunk his penis a bit too, but it was
so pretty looking that I didn't care.  He was circumcised and his brown
penis head hung down on his testicles looking small and innocent.  Totally
limp, the shaft of his young boyhood was only about an inch long, ridges of
smooth skin encircling it.  It was paler than his chest and legs as was his
lower belly and buttocks where he wore shorts in the sun.  His scrotum was
very smooth looking and held two small testicles snugly beneath his penis.
Most adorable of all was his peach fuzz, for the boy was quite clearly
pubescent now.  It was very immature, in the first stages of young manhood.
It was very light brown in color, very short, very straight and looking
very, very soft.  There were also very few of the hairs but they were
crowded tightly enough around the base of his boyhood to give it a furry
appearance.  His penis was so beautiful that I found myself smiling
boyishly at it until I heard him let out a little giggle.
	We were facing each other now, both bare naked.  When I looked at
him, he was blushing like an angel but with an adorable smile on his face,
his blue eyes gazing up bashfully from beneath his long, brown bangs.  I
smiled back up at him, feeling very innocent and boyish just to look at
him.  Sex didn't seem all that important at the moment; just being naked
with him made me feel good.
	"So, where's the sauna?" his high-pitched voice asked.
	"Come on," I said with a tip of my head.
	I led the way and felt the boy plodding along close behind me.
When we got to the sauna door, I opened it and a huge cloud of steam
billowed out and struck our bare chests.
	"Hey!" he giggled, lifting his hands to ward off the sudden heat.
I giggled, too.
	"Come on," I said again, leading the way into the wooden room.  As
John entered, I slipped around him and pulled the door closed again.  It
was a fairly large sauna with enough room for about twenty boys our size.
There were two tiers of wooden benches and I took hold of John's wrist and
led him to the upper tier in one of the corners.  "Now we sit down."
	"It's hot," he smiled, taking the seat on one side of the corner
while I took the other.  This left us facing each other at a ninety degree
angle.
	"Yeah, but it feels good," I said.  I sat back on the bench, my
legs spread apart.  They weren't long enough for my feet to reach the next
bench so I swung them back and forth childishly.
	John did a perfect imitation of me, his legs also too short to
reach the lower bench.  I smiled happily as my eyes gazed over his naked
body, the young boy not seeming at all embarrassed even with his knees
parted and his pubescent boyhood laying openly on his small scrotum.
	"What do we do now?" he asked, again all innocence, no hint that he
was suggesting we do anything in particular.
	I shrugged my skinny shoulders.  "Just sit here," I said.  "The
steam and heat makes you feel good."
	He didn't challenge the wastefulness of such activity, just sat
innocently, not looking at anything in particular.  This also meant that he
wasn't looking at me but my eyes were all over him.  He looked stunning
naked, perhaps not quite so perfect as Cort McGregor but infinitely more
attractive to me.  Though his chest didn't look hard, it was well rounded
with muscle, adorable with small brown nipples.  Even in the heat of the
sauna, they were very small and childlike, just the way I liked them.  His
skin was very soft and smooth looking and I longed to rub my hands across
it.  His ribs reminded me of Troy's: visible beneath the soft boy flesh,
but not poking out the way mine did.  He had an equally flat and firm
belly, the skin not leaving the slightest roll anywhere even though he was
crouched down a little.  It was an adorable abdomen with an exquisite
little belly button, all looking so smooth that, like his chest, I longed
to caress it.
	His thighs rippled gently as he swung his over-grown feet back and
forth, making me worship his boyish softness.  The way his penis moved
rhythmically with them made my heartbeat quicken in adoration.  His scrotum
had loosened a little in the warmth of the sauna making his balls hang a
little bit in the smooth skin, and the pale brown shaft of his penis was
slowly growing until the full-length of the immature organ was about three
inches from little boy slit to downy peach fuzz.  This was a kid who should
have been a model for beauty.  Not only was his young body so close to
perfection but the easy manner and tender innocence that radiated from him
was intensely endearing.  I resolved to see a statue of him added someplace
prominent in the palace, perhaps in my bedroom.
	My eyes moved slowly back up his lovely chest and gazed at his
face.  It was turned downward, the boy apparently gazing absently at the
floor.  The steam was making his natural blush grow brighter but his smooth
cheeks looked softer, his small nose and long eyelashes all the more
beautiful.  After a few seconds, he looked up at me and smiled.
	"How did you get to be a Guardian?" he asked, apparently not at all
uncomfortable to find me staring at him.  I suspected he was used to people
staring at him, he was so cute.
	"I just am," I shrugged, not letting my eyes leave his sweet face.
	"But you're just a boy like me," he said.  "The other ones are
old."
	Guardian Terry looked, at most, fourteen years old.  I was hardly
about to explain to a twelve year old that a fourteen year old is still
more boy than man, however.  Instead, I just shrugged my skinny shoulders.
Apparently sensing that I didn't want to talk about it, John just flashed
his boyish smile and leaned back against the wall.  He closed his eyes,
long black lashes touching baby soft cheeks, and looked like an angel
resting peacefully.  I gazed adoringly at his pretty face for a moment
longer before letting my eyes drift back to the wonderful icon of beauty
that lay calmly between his legs.
	The sauna had brought it to its full, limp size, still little more
than three inches long.  The shaft had extended far enough that the skin
looked smooth now, a baby soft perfection leading to a sweet, sensitive
young penis head.  It lay very gently down between his legs, resting on the
firm contours of his pretty testicles.  I could feel a slight pulsing at
the base of my own limp penis and knew that an erection was ready to greet
me if I gave it the slightest additional provocation.  Not really concerned
about whether I got one or not, I looked up at his boyish torso again and
marveled at its beauty.  The steam was starting to form tiny droplets on
his baby soft skin and I knew that it would feel warm and slimy against my
own.  I imagined laying down between those creamy thighs, rubbing my chest
against his, kissing his pretty face.
	That was as much as my innocence could handle and I could feel the
familiar stiffness rising between my skinny legs, felt my little cock
rising in expectation.  After a few seconds, I looked down at it, saw it
pulsing excitedly, looking adorable in its hairless youth.  Like John, the
sauna was making me slimy and left a glistening coat of water on my pink
little erection.  Also like John, the heat had loosened my normally thick
scrotum and my round little balls were hanging a little bit lower.
	I don't know exactly what it was that made me decide to masturbate.
Perhaps it was the turgid excitement of my own boyhood (it had been a long
time since I had rubbed on it all by myself), or perhaps it was the strange
worship that I felt for young John, as if he was too beautiful and too
innocent for even me to make love to.  At any rate, my small hand reached
down and took hold of the stiff little boner between my legs, stifling a
gasp at how nice it felt.
	John was still leaning back against the wall as if asleep, his
naked young body spread out before my adoring eyes as my fingers started
moving slowly up and down on my penis.  Despite my youthful entry into
puberty, I could sometimes be a very self-disciplined boy and managed to
stroke rhythmically up and down on my little cock without rushing madly
into orgasm the way most twelve year olds do.  Besides, gazing at John's
beauty, this was like an act of worship to me and I felt no desire to rush
it.  That wasn't the most difficult thing to do, however; the most
difficult thing was gazing at the other boy's sweet, furry boyhood laying
so limp and rubbery on his young balls and not touching it.  Instead, I sat
there rubbing on my penis while gazing adoringly at his, imagining what it
would be like to hold it in my mouth, to suck lovingly on it, to feel those
downy little boy hairs on my upper lip.
	It's awkward to masturbate when your feet have nothing to press
against.  My skinny young body wanted to straighten out desperately as the
waves of pleasure swept down into my tummy, but I knew if I did my round
buttocks would slip off the bench.  Ironically, this awkwardness seemed to
make the pleasure even greater and, self-control or not, I started rubbing
faster.  My penis was still too small to fit in a fist and I held it
between my thumb and index finger leaving the most room for me to rub the
tight skin up and down.  My little penis head was now swollen to its full,
childish size, shining with hardness and steam, the purple glowing as if it
produced its own inner light.  It did too: I could feel the pleasure in it
growing greater with every second, beckoning me like a lighthouse.
	Still gazing at John's penis, I could feel my orgasm growing closer
and closer before I realized that I was scarcely breathing.  By that time,
it felt so good that I was starting to rub faster on my hairless erection,
so fast, in fact, that I could hear my fingers slapping softly against my
thigh as I stroked on it.  Just as John became aware of this rhythmic sound
and its growing determination, I realized that I was desperate for air.  I
looked up at his face as he looked over at me and let out a little cry just
as I gasped and his eyes met mine.
	He was still smiling at first but as his eyes dropped down to where
all the movement was and his smile faded to be replaced by an adorable,
confused look.  Kovz!  It was so cute that I thought my orgasm would burst
immediately.  With nothing left to hide, I started panting quickly, my
fingers stroking my little boyhood faster and faster.
	"What are you doing?" John asked, glancing only briefly at my face
to return to staring at the rock hard little penis in my fingers.  He
looked so cute now that I used his face as my inspiration, my forearm
starting to ache as it struggled to rub faster on my boy cock.  John's head
tipped to the side a little and he started to look a little worried.
"Kelvin?" he asked, his soprano voice adding fuel to my orgasmic fire.
"Are you okay?" Just as he said this, his slender eyebrows cocked inward
and he looked even more worried.
	My penis felt so good now that I was crying softly from the
pleasure and my skinny body was struggling to find some way to masturbate
faster.  Still I stared at his adorable face, the frightened confusion
making me more and more in love with him, more and more eager to feel the
pleasant relief of orgasm.  I could only imagine what I must look like to
him.  One thing I knew about boyish orgasms is that a boy having one
generally looked a lot more like he was in pain than in pleasure, and I was
certainly no exception.  No wonder he was scared: he didn't know what my
little penis was doing to me.
	Knowing that the final seizure of orgasm wasn't far off, I let my
eyes drift away from his face to gaze at his smooth, baby soft chest, now
with little trickles of condensed steam running down it, looking even
warmer and even slimier; slowly down his soft ribs and beautiful abdomen;
finally reaching the glorious beauty between his legs.  For a brief second
I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then but the sight of his
young penis starting to grow in erection was so magnificent that it sent a
jolt of adoration into me that broke my concentration for a brief moment.
Young John apparently knew something was happening to his own body too,
because his confused face looked downward and we both watched his maturing
penis growing straighter, lifting gently from his smooth testicles,
standing gradually up between his thighs.  In a few short seconds, it was
poking up toward his face and the virgin boy was more confused by it than
by my pathetic little cries and frantic strokes on my own penis.  Realizing
he had an erection of his own, he looked slowly up at me, his beautiful
face filled with so much confusion that I was suddenly seized with an
orgasm far more intense than I'd expected.
	I was aware of John's face only distantly because my eyes were
locked totally on his beautiful erection.  Almost four and a half inches
long, the young cock was ram-rod straight, slender rock hard shaft ending
in a bulbous penis head, still more round like a boys than helmet shaped
like a mans.  Despite the heat, his scrotum was retracting, pulling his
young testicles closer into his body, outlining their young size more
clearly.  I sat there staring at it as orgasmic pleasure slammed into my
stiff little boyhood over and over again, with such exquisite joy that my
skinny body practically bounced up and down on the bench.  I didn't try to
contain my crying moans at all, my high-pitched song seeming like worship
of his penis to me.  Filled with fantasies about what his penis would feel
like to touch, to taste, to stroke, gazing at its beautiful excitement and
extreme hardness, wondering if he had semen yet, I sat thoroughly enjoying
my hairless orgasm.
	The twelve year old boy was still very worried when the high-point
of my passion finally crested.  He was actually panting nervously as he
watched the jerking tension of my body easing, not that my little fingers
slowed down on stroking my boyhood or that the pained expression on my face
went away immediately.  My naked body jerked two or three times more before
the final reward of my affection for it swept over me with the warm,
calming waves of post-orgasm.  I felt my muscles finally relaxing, felt my
face easing, felt my forearm slowing as my fingers moved slower on my
boner.  I just stared at John's erection and enjoyed every bit of it.
	"Are you okay?" the young boy asked again.  His knees closed a
little bit from where they had been, but the confused twelve year old made
no greater effort to conceal his own body's needs.  His erection, whether
he was comfortable with it or not, was still sticking up in magnificent,
throbbing beauty.
	I didn't answer immediately as my young lungs struggled to regain
control of my breath.  My orgasm and the proximity of so excited and so
beautiful a boy made me feel very happy and I smiled.  I swallowed with a
little bit of embarrassment and managed to nod.  "Yeah," my prepubescent
voice finally replied.
	"What were you doing?" John asked, still very much concerned.
	"Jacking off," I said, feeling a little like laughing.  I was still
rubbing very slowly on my boyhood and it was softening a little.  My chest
and ribs were swelling rhythmically as I breathed.
	"What's that?" John asked, looking only a little less concerned to
see that I was all right.
	I looked down at his boner again, the young thing sticking straight
up between his legs and pulsing.  Kovz, it was beautiful with its little
peach fuzz and extreme hardness.  "John, haven't you ever rubbed on your
penis before?" I finally asked.
	He looked down at it predictably and I could see his neck swallow
though he had no discernible Adam's apple.  He was clearly familiar with
erections or he'd have been even more frightened than he was, but he was
also, without doubt, a complete virgin.  He looked back up at me, his
slender brown eyebrows still knitted above his nose.  "Why?" he asked
softly, shaking his head slowly.
	I was still breathing very heavily, but managed to let go of my
penis and sit up.  "Because it feels really good," I said.
	He glanced at it again before looking back at me.  He didn't say
anything, however, just looked confused and worried.  He was so adorable.
	"John, doesn't it feel good now?" I asked,
	He shrugged, his shoulders looking soft.  "It feels weird," he
answered.
	"Have you ever touched it when it was hard?"
	He surprised me by blushing at this, looking back down at his
erection as he answered.  "Yeah.  Sometimes."
	"Doesn't that feel good?"
	He shrugged again.
	"Well, if you touch it for a long time or especially if you rub on
it, it feels really really good."
	"I thought you were hurting yourself," he said at length.
	I grinned and shook my head.  "No.  That was just because it felt
so good."
	"Oh," he said softly.
	He sat there for a moment staring down at his penis deep in
thought.  After a few moments, he sat back against the wall and his penis
stood up even more openly.  Most men forget how hard a boy's penis can get.
John's four and a half inch boner looked hard as rock, the brown head
shining and growing a brighter purple with the intensity.  Every two or
three seconds, a rush of fresh blood burst into it making it move about a
quarter inch closer to his soft belly before it eased back into position
only to be again hit with a boyish jolt.  The kid was really excited, no
matter how scared it made him feel, the brown of his head changing color
with the frantic pressure of his strong heartbeat.
	"John..." I said when it seemed he was going to stare at it
forever.  "Will you let me touch it?" I wasn't the kind of boy who usually
asked, but John was terribly sweet and terribly innocent.  He was too sweet
to take anything from.  Besides, I was so in love with him I wasn't sure
that I was worthy to touch his boy cock.
	He looked up at me for a moment, his adorable face looking so
confused and so adorable it made my heart ache in love for him.  Slowly he
looked back down at his erection.  His hands were resting on the bench at
his sides and were making no effort to show the young thing the love it
needed.  "Okay," he said, his young voice so soft I almost didn't hear him.
	I didn't wait to give him time to change his mind but quickly stood
up and dropped to my knees between his legs.  I almost stumbled in doing
even this, my own legs feeling a little rubbery from my own exertion.  The
kid's cock was now only a foot from my eyes and he was sitting there,
leaning back, only a slight jerk of his innocent young body reminding me to
be gentle with him.  His penis didn't bend in any direction at all.  Like
mine, it was almost completely straight, just curving upward very slightly
like a miniature banana.  Its hardness made the shaft a little
multi-colored, with tiny pink splotches mixing in with the pale brown skin,
but it still looked very smooth.  The only visible blood vessel was a
slender, bulging blue artery that ran half-way up the shaft to end in a
small knot before plunging into his penis's inner-depths.  The head was
still mostly brown but in its shiny hardness it was showing hints of purple
and red.  As I said before, it was still mostly round, though the underside
was starting to retreat further and the little slit he tinkled from was
starting to grow outward to more of a point.
	I moved my hand very slowly toward it, sliding it up his baby
smooth thigh, giving the nervous boy time to accept the close affections of
another boy's hand.  When I reached his scrotum, I very gently let my
fingertips caress his testicles in their hairless sack.  He let out a
little more nervous pant as he felt and watched me do this but, after a
moment of tension, his naked body relaxed again.  His balls moved gently in
his scrotum though the smooth flesh was holding them more tightly than the
warm moistness of the room would normally have permitted.  I barely touched
the round base of his penis before letting my fingers slide around it to
his peach fuzz.  The kid was getting wetter from the steam and his little
hairs weren't even stiff enough to stand up against the moisture.  They
were already plastered smoothly against his soft pubic mound and my fingers
had a difficult time trying to get the little things to stand up.  They did
have a maturing brown tint to them, but they were still very immature and
very soft.
	My thumb was still resting against the top of his scrotum while my
fingers enjoyed his downy pubescence.  As I enjoyed the tender feel of his
young pubic mound, I very slowly let my thumb and finger creep tighter
around the base.  As my first two fingers and thumb started to squeeze the
slender young erection tighter, I could feel his rhythmic heart beating
within it and heard the frightened boy whimper nervously.
	"It's okay," I reassured him instantly.  Our eyes met for a moment,
him looking so young and innocent, me filled with affection and tenderness.
His bangs were getting wet from the steam now but still covered half his
eyes, his page boy haircut making him look like a choir boy.  He stared
back at his boy cock as my hand moved into position.
	He was really throbbing, my fingers feeling every frantic pulse of
his heartbeat in the deep confines of his penis.  Fully erect, it was
obvious that the kid had been circumcised as tightly as I had been for
there was very little looseness along his penis shaft.  I was envious of
him the way I was of most virgin boys, envious to know that they were about
to experience the most exquisite pleasure they would ever know for the very
first time.
	With only my two fingers and thumb around his erection, I lovingly
started to rub on it.  The twelve year old responded with classic
innocence, an immediate mixture of surprise and pleasure racing into his
body.  He tightened immediately, his slender abdomen growing firmer with
young muscle, making his belly button seem even more beautiful.  Even his
small chest looked harder and the expression on his adorable face was one
of fear and wonder.  A sweet, high-pitched whimper echoed softly in the
wood-tiled room from the boy's parted red lips.  Kovz, he hadn't felt
anything yet.
	"It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked, smiling up in adoration of
his beautiful young face.
	He didn't answer me and his huge eyes and boyish panting told me
that he wasn't anywhere near ready to decide about that.  I knew the
feeling when a part of your body that you thought you knew suddenly
blossomed with greater pleasure than you'd ever imagined.  All he could do
was stare at my small fingers as they rubbed slowly up and down on his four
and a half inch erection.  His hands had taken hold of the bench and he was
already squeezing it so tightly that little muscles along his forearms
rippled through his baby soft, hairless skin.
	I was still panting a little from my own orgasm but little John was
quickly starting to overtake me.  His, however, came in awkward bursts with
the boy trying to hold his breath against this strange thing being done to
him then suddenly releasing it in several quick gasps that were soon
swallowed in silence again.  Each time, his smooth young body tightened a
little more and looked harder in its soft flesh.  His page-boy head tilted
to one side as he continued staring at his penis but I just kept rubbing up
and down on it with the same rhythmic tenderness.
	It was in full flower now, the slender brown cock looking nearly
straight but curving ever so slightly upward toward his pretty face.  It
still pulsed between my finger and thumb, giving me the exciting rhythm of
his innocent heart to guide my pace.  His young peach fuzz was so downy
that the steam condensing and trickling down his chest still held them
plastered against his smooth pubic mound, but each time my fingers pulled
the skin up along his erection, the soft little hairs would rise up
briefly.  They were so few and so young that it was impossible not to love
them even more than the smooth hairlessness of a little boy.  Besides,
their light brown coloring made a pleasant decoration on what was otherwise
an exquisitely soft, immaculate lower belly.  Fully swollen, the twelve
year old's penis head was still round and boy-like, the purple glow of
excitement blushing through the darker brown of his glans.  The combination
of his excitement and the glistening effects of the steam made his rock
hard penis a true beauty to see.
	For a long time I just sat there between his smooth legs and
masturbated him, marveling at his youthful softness and boyish fear and
wonder, but I knew enough of virgin boys to know that he was never going to
have an orgasm at this rate.  He was too excited to either interrupt me or
to go limp, but he was also too nervous and awe-struck to take the
inevitable jump to climax.  Not that I minded: just rubbing his immature
erection was wonderful to me.  As beautiful as a boy's first orgasm was,
however, it had to climax someday, sad as such loss might be.  Virgin boys
have a difficult time having their first orgasm by masturbating, hence the
many weeks, months, or even years that pre-teen boys spend fondling
themselves before they finally discover what it's all about.  To help John
along, I either had to explain to him that he had to relax and let it
happen or I had to do the one thing I knew always sent boys wiggling in
pleasure.
	Being me, and loathe to talk about sex any more than necessary, I
therefore stood up higher on my knees and moved closer between his legs.
John's reaction was utterly adorable for no matter how much his body
squirmed as if trying to huddle closer against the wall, his throbbing
erection still stuck out right where it had been, his plump bottom not
moving from the bench.  I was still masturbating him, but my face was
moving closer, my eyes staring in wonder at the magnificence of his penis.
John's soprano cries sounded more of fear than excitement as I licked my
pursed lips and moved them closer to his beautiful penis head.  But I was
experienced enough to recognize the apparent fear for normal boyish
confusion and awe.  I continued stroking his four and a half inch cock as
my slimy lips gently kissed the twelve year old's penis head.
	Kovz!  It was like electric shock.  The boy tried briefly to stand
but his knees were already weakened and my hand held to his slender thigh
sufficiently that he soon had to sit down again.  Besides that, John was so
confused and astonished that he totally forgot to let go of the bench with
his now clenching hands.  He still didn't say a word as my lips slid around
his hard glans, coating them with saliva, but his childish cries grew
louder and more frightened.  I started rubbing faster on his penis shaft as
my lips and tongue worked on the head and whatever fear he felt was soon
overpowered by the growing wonder of increasing pleasure between his legs.
	This was perfect.  John was at the absolute perfect age for
learning about sex.  For one thing, he hadn't started masturbating at so
young an age that the real pleasure that matures at puberty was already an
accustomed sensation.  For another, he was still innocent of both mind and
body.  Little Bobby, for example, was really too young to really enjoy
orgasm, at least not like he would one day.  And Dean, Troy and Daniel all
were already so into the changes in their bodies that they surely had
already suspected what orgasm might be like (they might even have had wet
dreams before).  Not John.  Twelve year old John was just becoming
physically and emotionally ready to discover the greatest physical pleasure
a male could feel.  Despite his nervous cries, therefore, I felt like
cheering in joy for him as I let his swollen penis head finally slip fully
between my lips.
	My tongue was there to greet it immediately, welcoming it with
loving caresses of warmth and slime.  It was so hard now that it was easy
to feel the tiny ridges of his slit, like tiny lips open and quivering for
kisses.  Whether the boy was ready for it or not, I let my hand slip down
to gently pet his testicles and peach fuzz as I let my mouth descend down
his hard, slender shaft, almost consuming the entire young organ before the
head pressed at my throat.  After only a moment's pause, I opened my throat
and let the excited boy move all the way in, finally feeling the faint,
wonderful tickles of his peach fuzz against my upper lip.
	The twelve year old was so excited and so frightened by this sudden
action that I knew the greatest risk was that someone would pass by
outside, hear his pathetic squealing, and open the door to see what was
going on.  That could very well delay the boy's acceptance of his sexuality
for a very long time, a common threat to new recruits like John in a land
where walking in on boys having sex was pretty common.  I couldn't let that
detract me from the job at hand, however.  For now, I had a tender, twelve
year old boy's erection buried in my mouth to the root and I had to do my
best to make it a wonderful experience for him.  Besides, truth be known, I
don't think either John or I wanted to wait until we could go someplace
with more guaranteed privacy.
	Sucking on John's penis was one of the most enjoyable things I
could remember doing.  It was such a wonderful size and was so hard and
throbbing that it made sucking on it as pleasurable for me as it was for
him.  Okay, that's probably arguable for the beautiful boy was clearly
bursting with pleasure.  I let his penis head slip from my throat, ran my
lips tightly up his smooth, silky shaft, slid it carefully up his glans
then quickly slid back down on his cock.  His soft, slender body spasmed
briefly from that so I did it again and again.  Though the room was hot,
John's knuckles were white where they gripped the bench and his thin
forearms seemed to be knotted with long ripples of muscle.  His abdomen,
likewise, was like a miniature washboard -- not showing big, hard ripples
like a well-muscled man, but the soft, gentle ripples of a healthy boy.
The awkward movements of his body were even making his ribs show through
more clearly, though still greatly softened by his thick, healthy skin.
Even his chest looked hard and muscular as his muscles tightened, but even
then still looking more boyish than man-like.  His nipples were as small as
ever -- his excitement more than making up for the heat of the room.
Finally, his adorable face, a quintessential mask of a boy's first orgasm
-- filled with fear, worry, shame, passion, pleasure, wonder and awe.  His
eyes, saucer-like, remained locked on his penis as it slid in and out my
lips and his mouth hung open, sounding off with boyish cries and gasps.
	He started grunting so suddenly that it took me a moment to realize
that the sacred moment had arrived and the boy was losing his childhood.
That same moment, his body stiffened tighter as his high pitched voice
echoed in the confined room.  I had that one last chance to worship his
perfect beauty and smooth, baby soft body before he started convulsing in
quick jolts through his body.  Well-trained by this time, I made sure not
to let him shove his boyhood too deep in my mouth, making sure the swollen
head was kept rubbing along my tongue.  After several savage jerks and just
as I was about to sigh in disappointment, I was suddenly rewarded with a
very frantic, very powerful ejaculation.  Had the boy been given room, I
have no doubt he could have squirt his immature seed several feet.  As it
was, I felt the warm, spicy-sweet fluid shoot out on my tongue.  He only
ejaculated twice and there couldn't have been more than a few droplets of
his precious, twelve year old sperm, but 1 cherished each drop, carefully
manipulating it around on my taste buds even as the poor boy continued to
jerk from his orgasm.
	I could still hear his childlike voice crying as his passion
finally began to ease and his ravaged young body finally began to regain
control of itself.  I scarcely paid any attention, focusing all mine on the
thin, sweet juice the young boy's penis had produced.  It was so much
different from an older boys, not near so thick or slimy, more a subtle
sweetness than an overpowering flavor.  I knew that if I didn't enjoy it
now, it would soon be lost in the normal fluids of my mouth, not to mention
the fact that I would quickly have to convert to boy-comforter rather than
boy-worshipper.
	Poor John.  He really had been a total innocent.  I could tell by
the way he "relaxed".  Even as his small chest heaved for air and the
embarrassed kid struggled to quiet his gasps, his body remained very tense
and his hands scarcely eased their grasp on the bench.  I would have been
more than content to sit there and suck on his penis for hours, but it was
time for explanations and comforting now.  I wasn't very good at
explanations, Kovz knew, but there weren't a lot of boys better at
comforting deflowered little boys.
	Regretfully, I let his penis go, the young thing softening more
because of its owner's embarrassment than its own necessity.
	"Did you like it?" I smiled up at him as if nothing more than
boyish play had happened.
	Kovz, he was really embarrassed.  I knew the sauna must be causing
some of the red in his face, but there was no mistaking the frantic way his
eyes darted around looking for his clothes, for a towel, for anything to
cover his total nudity.  It was a wonder he didn't actually try to hide it
in his hands the way some boys might but I think he was so embarrassed that
the thought, of touching himself down there was out of the question.
	"What's wrong?" I asked, all innocence, standing and taking a seat
close beside him.  My own boyhood was still soft, not that John was about
to get caught looking at it.  "I like doing that." Without asking
permission, I tugged on the boy's arm until he let me lift it up and slip
it around my shoulders, quickly slipping my body in close to him.  It was a
little uncomfortable in the sauna, but his body felt nice and I suspected
mine did too.
	He didn't say anything, just sat there feeling tense and nervous,
his arm hanging limply around me.  I smiled up at his adorable face, but he
looked away.  Not a word.  Time for ego-stroking.
	"I wish I had hair on mine like you do," I said, gazing down at his
penis.  It was already completely limp but in the heat and after a great
blow job, it retained most of its size.  It looked very slimy with my
saliva, his sperm and the steam.
	"I didn't used to have any either," the boy finally said in a voice
so soft I scarcely heard it.
	"Really?" I asked, looking up at him expectantly.  His eyes met
mine for a moment before he looked away bashfully.  "I guess when I get
older, huh?" I prompted.
	He shrugged his thin shoulders.  "I guess." From what I'd seen in
the world, sex education was apparently something left for older boys to
provide to younger boys.  The possibility that he'd never been taught about
the changes in his body didn't seem at all surprising.
	"Didn't you like it?" I asked, putting on my most innocent, most
embarrassed face.
	I could feel him looking at me and looked up into his pretty face
like a little boy.  "Yeah, but..." he began.  "How did you do that?"
	I shrugged my thin shoulders immediately.  "I don't know," I said
simply. "It's just a game we play."
	"You mean the other boys play it too?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I smiled.  "It's fun.  We like it."
	That was about all it took to hook young John on boy sex.
Afterward, we reclaimed our clothes and I led the boy back to my room.
Through the rest of that day and through that night, John's sex education
classes were completed.
	
	Rumors about my night quickly spread throughout the palace and John
was a very popular boy by breakfast time.  Though he was as shy as ever, he
clearly enjoyed the attention showered on him by the other boys and I was
quite pleased when he and Dean finally took off to play basketball with
Prince Tod.  Not that I wouldn't have minded going with them, but Guardian
Rick was quickly reminding me of my other duties.
	The time was up after all: the new boys had all been properly
"initiated" and the more experienced members of our Draft were due that
day.
	"So, where are they?" I asked my fellow Guardian.
	"David's bringing them.  They should be here any time." He grinned
habitually, an infectious grin that made me giggle and smile despite my
efforts to be responsible and mature.
	"So, I could still get in a quick game," I said, thinking how much
fun it would be to be with my three friends.
	"Or we could go to the Hall of Boys and have a quickie..." Rick
grinned in reply.
	I laughed.  Rick and I had never been great lovers and now, with me
as a little boy in love with young boys, and him as a young man in love
with rather mature boys, his toyful offer was unlikely at best.  "Okay,
okay," I smiled.  "Where should we be?"
	"Come on," he grinned slapping me on the back.  "Let's meet them at
the entry."
	Rick, Michael and David were three Guardians I'd just never really
gotten to know as well as I had the others.  In large part it was because
our sexual preferences were so different (though, as for that, both David
and Michael were known for their forays with younger boys and Calvin, most
mature-oriented of all, was one of my closest friends).  We were just
different in a lot of ways.  Even from the beginning they were more like
acquaintances to me in many ways than they were brothers and partners.  It
might have been because Calvin and I had so dominated the group in the
earliest of times.  Everyone else kind of deferred to us and most of what
the world and Kovzland became were the results of our proposals and
desires.  I don't know.  Some boys aren't cut out to be world-makers like
Calvin and I were.  Maybe it set us a little apart from the others anyway.
	After that, I became closer to Eric, Terry, Brandon and Garrick
because, like me, they preferred the younger side of boyhood.  Calvin
stayed close with the others because they all preferred the more mature
side.  It all seemed to work out rather well, but we weren't (as we
encouraged others to believe) exactly a homogeneous group of leaders.
	Thus, though Rick and I shared two thousand years of friendship
(most of which I did recall at least obliquely), it was a little awkward
walking with him to the ornate entry room of the palace.  Fortunately, we
didn't have to wait long before the door opened and David walked in.
	"There should be someone from the Royal Family here," I suddenly
whispered to Rick, realizing our omission.
	"What?" he whispered back, already smiling and nodding as the
slender boys walked in.
	"There should be a prince or something..." I repeated.
	"Don't worry about it," he smiled, stepping forward.  "Gentlemen,"
he said aloud to the young draftees, "welcome to the Kovz Boy Palace."
	I already knew two of the five boys who now lined up in front of a
seductively grinning Guardian David.  I had met David Easter in Tarsec
Village months earlier, shortly after awakening in my most recent
incarnation.  Like many of the boys in that backwater town, he had escaped
shortly after I had left just a hair's breath ahead of the Old Ones.  He
hadn't changed an iota from those days and was still a very handsome, and
very precocious, brunette twelve year old with an all too relaxed attitude.
The one boy I cared most about in Tarsec Village, however, young Eric
Thorne, was not one of the ones who'd gotten away.  He had been under house
arrest since our departure and David doubted there was any way my former
lover would ever escape without help.
	The other boy I knew was Billy Boyer whom I'd met at the Labar
School for Young Gentlemen.  He had become Travis Berenson's instant lover
and, at Travis's urgings, had joined the young stud in molesting young
prince Kelly and I on the bathroom floor of that school late one night.
Like David, he hadn't changed and still put on a tough exterior, hiding
what I knew was actually a rather sweet interior.
	The other three boys were even more attractive if only because I
hadn't met them before.  David introduced them all with obvious delight and
apparently more interest and desire than he normally showed for pubescent
boys.  Jorey Carson was a friendly boy who was obviously very relaxed and
confident in himself.  He shook my hand firmly (if awkwardly) and smiled
happily at me. Ben Shriner was equally at ease but had the decency to blush
boyishly.  The last boy, Tony Marsh, was the most disquieting if only
because he was deadly serious and very conservative in his speech.
	There was only one thing that was thoroughly similar between all
five boys: all five of them were totally bursting with sexual hormones and
sexual desire.  I didn't need any Guardian powers to recognize that because
all five boys were gazing at David, Rick and even me like they were willing
to drop right there and have sex with us.  I don't know why we were
bothering to send boys like these through the draft: we could have stuck
them in Purple and saved ourselves the hassle.  The difference between them
and the sweet young things who'd arrived a few days earlier was palpable
and I had to assume that this was just another way the other Guardians were
"rounding out the Draft" the way they had by including little Bobby.
	At any rate, I apparently didn't have to take care of these boys
apart from the initial introduction because David and Rick were rather
eagerly assuring me that they would take care of the little guys.  As they
were led away, I was a little surprised when Billy, who was always so
self-contained, actually winked at me.  Hmmm.  Well, if I was going to play
with anybody that night it would be nice to have a more experienced boy
after all the little virgins...
	I spent the morning playing soccer with Prince Kelly and some of
the other palace residents including Calvin, Michael and Terry.  There was
a very nice soccer field out behind the palace, well manicured and soft
even when you fell which Kelly and I did a lot of.  Since most of the boys
were a lot bigger than we were, we didn't exactly contribute a lot, but we
ran around and giggled and had fun.  By lunch time, all of the boys wanted
to keep playing except for me, so I left them there and headed toward the
informal dining room.
	It was a large room in the less ornate, more informal part of the
palace, the place where we regular residents spent most of our time.  There
were about thirty round tables spread around the room, each one seating
eight to ten boys.  That afternoon, however, it was almost empty with only
a handful of kids sprinkled around.  I knew all of them, but didn't feel
much like company, just wanted to sit and quietly eat my meal.
	I went through the door that led to the serving line.  A eunuch
politely manned the station and he smiled and helped me load my tray.
Although there was a lot of food of many varieties, I settled on a bowl of
vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich and, of course, an
embarrassingly large bowl of chocolate pudding.  Topped with a tall glass
of milk, it was a good meal for a growing boy.  The serving line exited out
another door that returned to the dining room.  Although I could see Prince
Craig waving to me out the corner of my eye, I pretended not to notice him
and went to a table near the large bay windows instead.  No sooner had I
taken my seat then Tony Marsh strolled into the room, instantly attracting
the attention of everyone there.
	The kid wasn't wasting any time.  He had already stripped out of
his jeans and shirt and was now wearing nothing but a very tight pair of
white, cotton underpants.  He was fourteen years old but was small for his
age.  Nonetheless, his legs were very long and very beautiful.  He had a
natural brown coloring, what's sometimes called "olive-skinned" but this
boy was certainly more brown than the green I associated with olives.  His
legs were slender and beautifully formed, the kind a female model would
kill for.  Long, slender muscles flexed slightly beneath skin that was
extremely smooth and hairless.  I suspected he must be a Kovz Boy.  His
bare chest was equally captivating because, though still small and very
slender, the boy was quite muscular.  Not the bulging muscles of an older
boy, but very firm, well-defined muscles that looked hard even on his small
frame.  Even along his flat abdomen, the hard contours of his muscles moved
as he walked.  His nipples were tiny, no bigger around than dimes, and
protruded slightly from the smooth contours of his chest.  He had prominent
collar bones that joined to boyishly rippling shoulders and long, slender
brown arms.  His arms were awkwardly too long for his body and his hands
looked huge hanging from their ends.  Even swinging naturally at his sides,
I could see veins bulging along his forearms and around his hands, showing
more than anything else that the kid lifted weights.
	Atop this beautiful, half-naked body, the boy had a delightfully
cute face, not as adorable as a Troy or a John, but very cute nonetheless.
He had very dark hair, almost black, and it was very thick.  He apparently
didn't bother to comb it very often for it formed a rather unkempt mop
around his otherwise angelic face.  Not that he needed to comb his hair to
be cute.  Some boys are like that: actually look cuter with their hair
mussed up.  His skin was very smooth and the same olive" color of his body.
It covered firm cheeks and a small, boyish nose.  His eyes were very dark,
the brown of the irises so deep it almost melded in with the black of the
pupils.  These were then framed by incredibly long, beautifully curled
black lashes and slender, almost feminine, eyebrows.  Finally his lips
which were thin but still a little plump near the center, making them look
very kissable.
	He had a beauty that was rather unique to me, but one that very
much exuded a sexual potency that was unmistakable.  Nowhere was that more
demonstrated than in his clinging underwear for it was quite easy to see
that the kid was thoroughly erect, his young boner sticking straight up
against the fabric and protruding outward from between his legs.  If this
obvious display of his pubescent hormones embarrassed him, he gave no sign
of it at all and almost seemed to be pressing the young thing further out
with his hips.  Just as delightful was his backside for his buttocks were
small and tight, the cotton clinging tightly enough that there was just a
faint impression of where buttocks parted along the crevice in-between.
	I realized I was staring at him as he finally disappeared into the
serving line and managed to shake my head to clear it.  They certainly
hadn't made any mistake keeping him separate from the other boys, I thought
as I started eating.  He wasn't at all like any boy I'd ever met.  This was
a boy who was made to be what we used to call a "stud muffin".  Some boys
you just knew were made to be cuddled and adored.  Young Tony was built
like a cheetah and that hard, slender body was made for sex.
	I sighed and tried to think about other things.
	I didn't have much time for my mind to wander, however, for I was
soon aware of another boy taking the seat beside me.  His sudden presence
surprised me and I jolted briefly, looking up to find the fourteen year old
stud muffin sitting down.  His big brown eyes apprised me as he sat, but he
said nothing in greeting.  He was still wearing just his underpants and I
could see the slender bulge of his erection still pressing prominently up
between his legs.
	"Hi, Tony," I said giving him a slight smile.
	"Hi," he replied taking his spoon and starting to eat.  For a boy
obviously intent on making his body as beautiful as possible, he didn't
seem to care too much about what he ate.  First off, there was an awful lot
of it, even more than was common for pubescent boys whose stomachs seemed
endlessly capable of digestion.  But his choice of food wasn't even that
good.  Like me, he'd taken a huge bowl of pudding, an equally large bowl of
Jell-O, four pieces of apple pie, three huge scoops of vanilla ice cream,
six brownies, four pastries, five slices of pepperoni pizza and a
hamburger.  The only redeeming part of the meal were three glasses of milk,
each as large as the one I had.  It would have made me sick for days, but I
watched the boy dig into it like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
	I kept eating as I watched him.  Close up, his eyelashes were even
more astonishing, both for their length and rich, black color.  With his
face turned down to his plate, the beautiful lashes seemed to rest against
his smooth, brown cheeks making him look very beautiful.  He was sitting
close enough to the table that I could only see the upper portion of his
chest just where his tiny nipples were visible.  Kovz, he was really cute
and my little penis quickly responded.  I didn't have to doubt that this
boy would be an easy conquest: his body was practically screaming for sex.
	He didn't seem interested in talking as I watched him devouring his
massive meal, washing each mouthful down with a huge gulp of milk.  Despite
his relatively mature age, the boy had no Adam's apple yet and his neck was
as flat as a child's.  As he emptied each glass, he would lean his head
back and raise his arm high and I could see that his underarms were still
as smooth and hairless as mine were.  Like most boys, he was oblivious to
the milk mustache he'd left on his upper lip.  It was enough to remind me
of my own, however, and I absently wiped it off.  As my little boner pulsed
in my shorts, all I could think was that this young guy would be an
absolute tiger in bed.
	He ate so quickly and with such single-minded purpose that he had
polished off his entire plate before I'd finished my much smaller portions.
He looked up at me and pushed his plate away, leaning forward on his elbows
as he did so.  I was more than a little embarrassed when his big brown eyes
gazed directly into mine for a long moment without saying a word.
Nervously, I looked away and started eating.
	"You want to fuck me?" he asked suddenly.
	"Huh?" I squeaked in surprise, almost choking on my mouthful.
	"You know: stick your cock up my butt?" His voice was still a high
pitched soprano like mine was but his blatant language belied any
innocence.
	Well, yes, I thought to myself, that among other things.  Too shy
by this overt come-on, I instead felt my cheeks grow hot and couldn't
answer.  Instead, I tried to keep eating.
	Tony sat there for a moment and I could feel his pubescent eyes
still staring at me.  Still leaning forward with his elbows on the table
and his smooth chin resting on his overgrown fists, the boy's chair
suddenly slipped out from beneath him, moving back about eight inches until
it left an angle in which I could see his bright cotton underpants out the
corner of my eye.  The chair had made a loud noise as it slid against the
tiled floor and it echoed in the room, but none of the other boys seemed to
notice.  I couldn't help but take a quick glance and could see that his
erection was still swelling the front of his underwear quite beautifully
and his young testicles left a pretty mound beneath it.  I swallowed
nervously.
	"You want to suck it?" he asked immediately, his voice just loud
enough for me to hear.
	Again, I found myself too shocked and embarrassed to answer.
	"I have sperm," he added boastfully.  "Really!  You want me to
squirt in your mouth?"
	Kovz!  After a week of frightened virgin boys, this kid was almost
more than I could handle.  In all my experience, I had never known a boy to
be so forward.  I really had no idea how to respond even though, of course,
I'd have been more than happy to suck his penis off or butt fuck him.
	Tony was too eager to give me a chance to respond, however.  Within
a couple of seconds, he leaned back in the chair, dropping his arms to his
sides and spreading his smooth brown legs apart.  Too excited myself to
resist, I swallowed and turned to look full on at his exquisite body.  The
comparison to a cheetah was even more pronounced, his body so slender and
yet so firm with taut young muscles.  Needless to say, the boy's body was
perfectly smooth, his skin still totally hairless.  His erection was now
poking out at his briefs enough that I could see where the head swelled out
from the shaft, the entire thing looking about five inches long.  His
slender thighs looked exquisite in their soft brown coloring against the
bright whiteness of his underwear, and his belly looked thin and very hard
and flat above.
	I looked up at his face and found that he had a seductive smile on
it now, the boy obviously very much aware of how beautiful I thought he
was.  He half-sat, half-laid there for several minutes allowing me to fully
take account of his youth and perfection.  Then, without a word, he slid
his chair right beside me, his knees moving back under the table until no
one could see what he was doing. I, on the other hand, could see everything
as he squirmed around on the chair and pulled his tight underpants down.
	My eyes widened and my breathing grew faster as I finally got a
full view of his naked young manhood.  His penis was so hard that it moved
in complete synchronicity with his hips as he wiggled his shorts down just
low enough to fully reveal his pubic area, the elastic band stretched
across the lower part of his scrotum and forcing his small testicles to
press upward at the smooth, hairless ball sack.  Despite his age, young
Tony still didn't have even the first sign of peach fuzz between his legs.
Although his skin grew slightly paler beneath his underwear, it still ran
in baby soft perfection right up to where his turgid penis joined to the
gentle mound between his legs.  I don't know if I expected him to have
pubic hair or not, but I was certainly not displeased with the bald young
cock that emerged.
	I was well-accustomed by this time to the extreme rigidity a
fourteen year old boy's penis could sustain and young Tony was certainly no
disappointment.  His erection stuck straight up between his legs like a
flag pole, pointing directly up at a face that was still thoroughly
enjoying the reaction in my eyes as I gazed at the hairless cock. Although
still hairless, the boy's penis had clearly been blessed with the onset of
puberty for its slender five inch length was larger than most young boys
I'd seen.  Contrary to his skin color, however, his penis shaft was
surprisingly pale, not darker like many boy's penises were.  He had one
visible vein running along the top, a baby blue color that looked adorable
against his pale erection.  His penis head was glorious.  I had come to
accept that the color of a boy's penis head was generally the same as his
nipples.  Tony, however, had very dark brown little nipples, but his penis
head was as bright a purple as mine was, taking on a pinkish hue as it
throbbed in eagerness.  It was helmet shaped but, though obviously very
swollen, didn't bulge as far from the shaft as most boy's did.  Instead,
the head was only slightly larger than the shaft which was, as I said, on
the slender side.
	The bald young penis throbbed hypnotically, moving briefly closer
to his soft, flat belly every time his heart beat.  It was a beautiful
penis, a size that made me imagine what it would feel like sticking in my
bottom or sliding in and out my mouth.
	I looked up at the cute boy's face again and his eyes were still
burning into mine. He wasn't smiling nor did he look in the least bit
embarrassed.  Instead, his eyes were filled with daring and with a burning
sexuality that made me pant with desire.  Kovz, how I wanted to drop to my
knees and suck him off or, better yet, drop my shorts, bend over the table
top and let him rub that beautiful erection in and out my butt.  I was
caught so unprepared, however, that I could do nothing but run my eyes up
and down his beautiful body and fantasize about what it would be like to
make love to him.
	Perhaps the boy took my inaction as disinterest or perhaps he was
just too impatient to wait any longer.  At any rate, he sat up higher in
his chair, hooked his left thumb into his underpants to pull them lower
from his testicles, and gripped his rock hard penis between his thumb and
two fingers.  The realization that he was holding his penis right there in
the dining room made my eyes widen even more and I stared transfixed as his
young hand pulled the tight skin of his penis shaft down and his small
mouth opened to let out a gasp of pleasure.
	I glanced nervously around the room to see if any of the other boys
had seen what this young kid was doing to himself The way Tony was sitting,
however, it was unlikely that any of the others could see between his legs.
Not that they really needed to see.  The way his biceps swelled
rhythmically as he started moving his forearm up and down, and the way his
big brown eyes took on a dreamy, contented look through their long lashes,
the kid couldn't have been doing anything but masturbating.
	He had positioned himself perfectly for me to get a full view of
anything and everything I wanted to look at and I was eager to look at
everything.  There was something terribly attractive about a pubescent boy
holding down his underpants to rub on his penis and I stared at that
particular beauty with great fascination.  He started out by rubbing rather
slowly on his stiff cock and I marveled at the perfection of his hands
between his legs.  His fingers were long and slender, the kind a piano
teacher would adore.  Not that Tony seemed to be the piano type.  No this
boy was made to play his organ.  Small veins bulged all around his hand and
I could tell that he was gripping his erection rather tightly, a fact
proved by the long, thin muscles and veins that appeared along the forearm
that moved steadily up and down.
	My eyes slid slowly up to his abdomen where his flat stomach
rippled with very firm muscles.  His belly button receded into his body a
little, the only thing marring the perfect smoothness there.  As his small
chest swelled for more air, I could see his ribs pressing out against his
skin, looking almost like a continuation of his abdominal muscles.  His
chest itself was magnificently sculptured with small but very well-defined
ridges running along the underside of his muscles.  His tiny nipples stood
erect and beautiful on the baby soft skin, as if urging me to kiss and suck
on them.
	Although not broad by any means, his shoulders did widen boyishly.
Between them, his collar bones now stood out even more obviously, the small
indentation at the base of his neck looking oddly enchanting.  Down from
his smooth shoulders, I could now see the hard, beautiful roundness of his
upper arms, far more developed than most boys his age.  The rhythmic
stroking motion he was making between his legs caused the round bulges to
move in time, accentuating their hardness.  Watching the magnificent
contours of his pubescent muscles as they flexed and moved made me think
that maybe I would start working out and trying to build up my own skinny
frame.
	When my eyes finally reached his face, I saw that the boy was
staring straight at me, though his eyes were now half covered by lashes and
seemed dreamlike and far-away.  Es lips glistened slightly with his saliva
and the boy was breathing louder.  I realized with some excitement that he
was starting to masturbate faster, making all of his sexual beauty grow
greater.  By the time I looked back down at his penis, the kid was really
picking up speed.
	The hairless, five inch cock looked almost painful in its hardness
and in the tight grasp of the excited boy's fingers.  The head was fully
engorged now, shining in a purplish, mirror-like beauty, the tiny slit
gaping open and ready to spurt out the sperm the fourteen year old had
promised.  Kovz, I wanted to suck on his penis, but the way his hand was
jerking on it I doubted I could ever get my lips wrapped around it.  He
didn't seem to be very gentle with the sweet, sensitive young organ, but I
suspected that he knew what he liked.  Thus far, no one seemed to have
noticed what the boy was doing to himself, but that was soon to change
since Tony finally let out a long, beautiful, high pitched moan of
pleasure.  A quick glance up showed that a couple of the boys were already
looking over curiously, growing recognition dawning on their pretty boy
faces.
	Tony's body, hard normally, was growing still harder as it started
to tighten, preparing to launch the boy into orgasm.  The tighter it grew,
the faster he rubbed on his penis and the faster he rubbed on it, the
tighter his body became.  Soon, his brown hand and long fingers were
nothing more than a blur and an internal turmoil of tension and passion
started building in his beautiful, naked body.  His moans grew louder and
took on a harder and harder edge until it sounded like he was grunting,
obviously wanting to sound louder but his tight body constricting his chest
and making it hard for him to get enough air.  His left hand was struggling
to pull his underpants lower as his right one fought to rub his sweet dick
faster and faster.  This was clearly difficult to do for the kid's body was
now starting to contort strangely as all his muscles focused on the growing
pleasure erupting between his legs.
	Tony's eyes were completely closed now, black lashes resting
against smooth brown cheeks.  His face was getting twisted with ecstasy,
his mouth particularly mixing between clenched-teeth grimaces and open
mouthed moans.  It was wonderful to watch him.  Even more beautiful was the
way the muscles in his chest, arms and abdomen flexed and rippled with his
tight squirming, surprising me that the boy could even keep his seat.
Several times it looked like he would twist himself right off it.
Nonetheless, he was still sitting straight up in it.
	The young teenager's soprano chants were now mixed in with the
giggles of the dozen boys who were now openly witnessing his excitement.
Prince Craig was by no means the most delighted but he was undoubtedly the
most adorable, blushing shyly but grinning ear to ear and watching the
older boy frantically pulling his meat off.  One boy even looked under his
table so he could see Tony's hand stroking his young cock.
	By this time, Tony had reached the point where he seemed almost
pathetic, his poor, rock hard body almost tortured from the pleasure in his
penis.  He was masturbating so frantically and so desperately that I found
myself holding my breath and urging his boner to release the poor boy.
Even his grunting cries were filled with desperation and his taunt body was
shuddering on the chair until the legs danced loudly against the floor.
	"Agh!" he finally cried out as orgasm slammed into his penis and
shot through his body in a mad jolt.  Though his smooth chest and belly
seemed tight as a drum, the kid bounced in savage rhythmic bucks of
pleasure.  "Agh!  Agh!  Agh!  " he cried with every convulsive spasm.  I
watched each muscle flex in youthful beauty, his abdomen now looking so
hard and so smooth that I longed to rub my hand down it and feel all the
excitement sweeping across it.  Instead, I let my eyes drop to the center
of all his pleasure.
	Although the rest of his body was being ravaged with the intense
jerks of pubescent orgasm, the boy's fingers were still racing up and down
on his erection like a jack hammer.  His testicles had been moving in time
inside his smooth scrotum but his overwhelming orgasm had so captured the
boy's young mind that his left hand was easing up on his underpants and the
tight band was again pressing the balls up against the skin.  So enchanting
was his body's reaction to his orgasm that when his penis finally released
its immature cargo it was almost anti-climactic.  Nonetheless, I was in
thorough awe as the shiny purple head suddenly erupted in a beautiful
ejaculation.  His sperm squirt out like the young boy that he was, not
thick and white, but thin and in very young quantities.  Despite his
position and the fact that his underpants must have cut off the natural
flow, his beautiful semen sprinkled out across his rock hard chest, leaving
small droplets of thin milkiness against the otherwise smooth brown skin.
	"Ohhhh!" he grunted his pleasure as he ejaculated, obviously
pleased with his young penis's pubescent talent.  "Yeah." I was totally
infatuated with his boy cock.  In its slender, hairless boyhood it squirt
several times, each time erupting in a rhythmic rush from his purple glans
and each time decorating his sweet skin.  Again, it wasn't a lot of sperm
even for a fourteen year old but it squirt out with such excited force and
the boy was so proud of it that it was difficult not to adore him.
	"Oh, shit," Tony finally moaned when his penis had finished
performing its duty and his small, muscular body began to relax.  A very
tiny trickle of thin sperm still oozed from his penis head but the boy
stopped rubbing it and let the semen trickle over his long fingers.  Having
fully pleased his pubescent hormones, the boy was more than willing to give
his body a few moments to recuperate and sat calmly enjoying his pleasure
still holding his boy cock as it softened and still holding his underpants
away from the sensitive skin.
	To my shock and embarrassment, the room erupted in applause and
giggles and I blushed to be sitting so close to the object of their
approval.  Tony, on the other hand, didn't respond at all, just sat there
with his chest swelling and his hard muscles gradually relaxing.  I tried
to turn my attention away and resumed eating.  Soon, the other boys'
attentions were also off on other things and the gasping kid beside me was
left to himself
	I felt myself shivering with excitement and wonder when Tony
finally tucked his limp penis back into his underpants and sat forward.  I
swallowed nervously and looked over at him.  He looked calmly back at me
and I could see two droplets of boyish sperm on his brown cheeks.
	"I told you I had sperm," the boy shrugged his small shoulders.

	The only explanation I can give for getting out of there without
getting relief for my own little boyhood isn't very convincing coming from
a boy like me but it was all I could think of: I was so amazed by the
beauty of Tony's masturbatory odyssey that I left without realizing how
totally horny I was.  Kovz, the boy had actually asked me to butt fuck him
and there I was stumbling out of the dining room oblivious to anything but
the image of his sweet sperm squirting out of his hairless penis.
	At first, I didn't know where I was going, but soon my little head
reminded my big head that it would like to do what Tony had done.  Although
I should have just gone back and done Tony like he wanted to be done, I
realized that his casual acceptance of sex was too extreme even for me.  It
embarrassed me too much.  Instead, I remembered John and his sweet
innocence and remembered that he had been playing basketball with the
equally sweet and innocent Dean and Prince Tod.  I found myself gravitating
toward the gym with greater and greater eagerness.
	When I arrived, however, none of my young friends was to be found.
Only one boy was there, shooting baskets by himself I figured the others
must have gone to play outside and started to turn back toward the door
when the other boy suddenly called out, "Hey, Kelvin!"
	Perhaps it was the way his voice cracked or perhaps it was just
curiosity about who it was, but I stopped and turned back.  The boy had
just taken a rebound and was clumsily dribbling the ball all the way down
the court toward me.  I realized that the silky blond hair bouncing around
the boy's pretty face could only belong to Ben Shriner, yet another of the
draftees.  He was wearing gym shorts and white high top tennis shoes, but
his chest and legs were bare.  As I gazed at the pubescent beauty of his
body, my thoughts about the other boys were quickly fading.  Ben was really
cute.
	As I said earlier, I had seen how awkward boys can be when they
play basketball, but Ben was really an extreme version.  His huge hands and
big feet seemed to want to go everywhere but where he was heading but he
managed to stumble rather quickly down the court without losing the ball.
As he closed on the basket, I could tell he was going to try a lay up but
the ball finally had had enough of his clumsiness and continued bouncing
out ahead of him as he tried to pull it up in the air with him.  If the boy
was embarrassed by how badly he'd blown the shot, he gave no sign of it,
just jumped to his feet with an adorable, totally happy smile on his face.
	"Hey, what are you doing?" he grinned coming over to me.
	At five foot five, he was a fairly tall boy compared to me.
Despite his height, however, and the obvious pubescent gangliness of his
body, his build was actually very similar to mine by which I mean to say
that he was extremely thin.  His shoulders were still straight up and down
and his chest was scarcely any thicker than the rib cage that poked through
his skin beneath it.  Likewise his abdomen was very skinny with a cute
little belly button.  Even his skin was similarly colored, more a pale pink
than anything else.  He had very nice, soft purple nipples and he looked
very smooth.  With his yellow hair and bright blue eyes, I suspect that
many people would suspect that he was my older brother.
	The major difference was in his height and in the considerably
longer lengths of his arms and legs.  Even with that, his hands and feet
looked disproportionately large, as mine did, and his knees were knobby
like mine were.  He was fourteen years old, though, and I was still
somewhat younger.  I don't know: I would like for boys to say he looked
like my older brother and would like it even more if my body looked like
his when I was his age.
	I shrugged in answer to his question, blushing a little to realize
that I'd again been caught staring at a half-naked boy.  "I was just
looking for some friends."
	"Well, stay here and play with me," he grinned.  "We can play one
on one." If he meant this sexually, the infectious happiness on his face
belied it.  He seemed thoroughly innocent in his offer.
	Okay," I shrugged again, trying to be cool.
	What followed was a complete comedy of errors, for we were both so
pathetically bad at basketball that even after a half hour the score was
only three to one (him leading, of course).  Nonetheless, I found it
intensely enjoyable for the older boy was so sweet and so happy that I
adored just being around him.  He was also old enough to send off the
mate-seeking fragrance of young manhood.  Though I quickly learned that his
underarms were as smooth and hairless as mine, every time he raised his
arms a sweet aroma swept across me that made me feel a little dizzy and, at
the same time, made me feel even more attracted to him.  He made me feel
like a little boy and I felt oddly eager to let him cuddle me up in his
arms.  Both his appearance and his pubescent sweat had another effect on
me, however, and despite all our play, my hairless little penis stayed
stiff as a board.
	It was after about a half hour that Ben's big brotherly affection
started to take on a more sexual nature.  Since neither of us could take
our clumsy basketball too seriously, we talked a lot as we played and
pretty soon the boy was making rather overt comments about my penis.  Mind
you, I was wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt and he couldn't see the stiff
erection between my legs, but he seemed to delight in talking about me
having erections and about me masturbating myself.  Although a little
surprised by such overt talk, I wasn't exactly turned off either.  The way
he did it, the happy, affectionate way he grinned at me and slapped my back
and all the little things he did made me feel kind of happy about it, too.
I admitted to nothing, but giggled and blushed guiltily which apparently
encouraged the tall, skinny youth all the more.
	Soon, his giggling jokes became even more descriptive about what he
wanted to do to my little penis and soon he was slapping and touching me
even more often.  He started to foul me whenever he could and would overtly
slip his big hands under my T-shirt to rub my skinny chest.  It was
fabulous.  I felt like the most adored boy in the world and giggled happily
every time he quit the game to tickle me and make a half-hearted effort to
take my T-shirt off.  I loved this kind of affection and wasn't at all
offended when Ben's sexual innuendoes became even more and more blatant.
Before long, he was overtly propositioning me to do all kinds of boy things
with him but, though I didn't object or refuse, all I really did in reply
was giggle and steal the ball from him.  I knew I was going to have sex
with him, but hearing his persistent requests was a very flattering
turn-on.
	"Come on, Kely," the skinny boy giggled and grabbed my thin
shoulders, holding me pinned as the ball dribbled away by itself.  "Suck my
penis off and I'll suck yours"
	I giggled and wiggled out of his grasp.  He was much stronger than
me, but obviously had no desire to rape me.  I ran after the ball still
giggling.
	"Please," he begged boyishly.  "It'll feel so good, Kely.  Please."
	He was just standing there so I dribbled toward the basket, tripped
over my tennis shoes and fell to the floor.  When I looked up, he was still
looking at me, his pretty face still smiling but his eyes filled with
pleading.  "Please..." he repeated again.
	Okay, I was being a little cruel to a boy that I was desperately in
love with, but you listen to an adorable fourteen year old boy begging you
to have sex with him and tell me you wouldn't play it for all it was worth.
	"We should take a shower," I blushed lifting myself to my feet.
	"Okay," Ben instantly agreed, coming over and helping me up the
rest of the way.  I could already tell that he had an erection.  Unlike me,
the boy's penis was clearly large enough to show through his gym shorts.
	He fell silent as we went to the boys locker room, quickly becoming
one of my favorite places to engage boys.  I had the sneaking suspicion
that Ben thought he was pulling something over on me, that he thought he
was going to be able to seduce me in the showers.  Little did he know that
I hadn't the slightest thought of resisting him.
	The locker room was as deserted as the gym had been, the great
outdoors obviously attracting everyone out into the sunshine.  That was
fine by me: all I cared about was Ben and he was clearly feeling the same
way about me.
	We were both grinning as we stopped at a bench to get undressed.
He actually waited while I peeled my T-shirt off which, despite an hour of
basketball, was still dry: I was too young to sweat.
	"You have a nice body," Ben giggled as we both sat down to take our
shoes off.
	"Thanks," I blushed, smiling happily.  "So do you." It was great
knowing that a boy as beautiful as Ben wanted me so badly.  I doubt I had
ever felt so loved and desired.  I was probably one of few boys who could
so honestly say they thought Ben had a nice body.  The tall, gangly boy was
too skinny for most who preferred the gentle roundness of boyish muscles.
To me, however, Ben's long, slender abdomen and flat boy chest were
stunning.  The way his skinny ribcage rippled along his torso when he moved
was captivating.
	As we pulled off our shoes and socks, we occasionally giggled and
blushed at each other.  I have little doubt that both of our penises were
growing harder and harder the closer we got to finally sharing them.  Ben
was apparently trying to strip at the same pace that I was but when I stood
up to take my shorts off I was a couple of seconds ahead of him and I
wasn't wearing underwear.  I peeled mine off quickly and bolted for the
showers without giving the boy a chance to see my three inch erection.
	"Last one in's a rotten egg," I giggled.
	I heard Ben giggle behind me but he had a harder time trying to
free his gym shorts than I'd had.  I quickly slipped into the tiled shower
room and took a shower head on the far wall.  I turned on the water, felt
it warm to temperature and crawled under it, listening excitedly for my
would-be lover to join me.
	He must have slowed somewhat or was walking to the shower rather
than running as I had done because it took a little while before he showed
up.  I spent the time watching the warm water cascade down my small, skinny
body in the mirror for, as with most showers in the palace, the entire wall
was mirrored, My hairless penis was poking up excitedly and I smiled
adoringly at it. Maybe it was only three inches long, but I loved it and I
knew it was eager to share its pleasure with me.  After enduring Tony's
powerful masturbation, the prepubescent thing was definitely ready to
receive its due.
	Just as I was turning to find out what was keeping Ben, the young
fourteen year old appeared in the shower entrance.  I giggled in excited
expectation and reflexively grabbed my penis and covered it with my hands.
Ben grinned happily at this childish display as he paused and looked over
at me.  He was stark naked now and stood in pubescent magnificence without
shame, though his soft cheeks were blushing brightly.  Like me, the kid was
fully erect and his man-sized penis stuck out straight and hard from
between his thin legs.  I was a little surprised by the size of his penis
even though it wasn't at all strange for a fourteen year old boy to have a
penis that was more than six inches long.  Still, he seemed so sweet and so
boyish that I just kind of figured he was more boy-sized like I was.  His
erection was almost seven inches long and was obviously very hard.  It was
neither very slender nor very thick, but rather was about the right girth
for its length.  I smiled at it adoringly for it actually looked very large
for his skinny, boy-like body and especially for his sweet, adorable face.
	The boy did have pubic hair though not as much as his age or the
size of his penis might have suggested.  It wasn't peach fuzz by any means,
but the "bush" was very small and very sparse, looking more like a few
soft, curly hairs at the base of his erection.  They were darker than the
yellow hair on his head, but still had a soft, pubescent appearance to
them.  I was jealous of them, as always.  His testicles were quite
man-sized and quite well proportioned for his maturing penis.  They hung
slightly in a smooth, pale scrotum that was just as hairless as mine was.
I giggled in embarrassment for how beautiful he was, his big penis looking
wonderful on his skinny, gangly body.
	Ben grinned ear to ear, though his cheeks remained a rosy red.  He
walked into the shower and came closer to me, obviously not planning to
claim his own shower head.  He didn't say anything as he came up to me,
just grinned and took the bar of soap from the soap dish.  We both giggled
as he soaped up his hands, me still holding my immature penis out of sight.
	"I'll wash your back," he grinned stepping up behind me.  I almost
moaned as I felt his overgrown hands rub the soap across my skinny
shoulders and shivered a little as they rubbed across my sides.  The shower
was spraying directly against my chest and I lifted my face toward it and
closed my eyes, relishing the tender caresses from the young man's tender
fingers.  I started panting as I felt the boy's hands move around my thin
hips, felt his slimy fingers slip across my belly, felt him maneuver his
body up against mine.  He was apparently a little cautious about this
because I felt his chest against the top of my shoulders well before I felt
his swollen erection poking against the small of my back.
	I giggled and gasped suddenly, as if the air suddenly disappeared
from my lungs.  The skinny boy's chest against my shoulder blades felt
wonderful, smooth and soft as an angel's but also slimy from the soap he'd
already rubbed across them.  His penis, which still hovered a little
uncertainly against me, felt huge and wonderful.  I could hear Ben grinning
broader and could hear his own breathing quicken as he realized that I
wasn't going to freak out on him or anything.  Gradually, he let his hips
move farther forward and his erection was soon pressing itself against my
back.  Because of the difference in our heights and the length of his thin
legs, his smooth scrotum was resting against my upper buttocks.  His
erection itself was throbbing quite evidently up along my backbone.  It
felt great.
	"Oh, yeah," Ben grinned against my ear as his big hands slid slowly
across my small chest.  The spray from the shower quickly rinsed the soap
away, but the boy didn't care, his arms encircling me and holding me close
against him.  I panted happily and relished the feel of his smooth body
just as he was relishing mine.  He let his hands explore all over my chest,
up into my arm pits, down across my ribs, both of us just standing there
and enjoying each other for a long time.
	"You have to wash me," I panted softly through my smile, eager to
feel the slimy caresses of the soap against my small body again.
	"Okay," he agreed quickly, obviously still grinning like the
Cheshire cat.  He was still holding the soap in one hand and started
rubbing it more fully against my naked skin.  The shower was still spraying
it away as soon as he wiped it on and I finally let go of my hairless groin
long enough to turn it off.  Ben showed that he noticed only by a brief
panting laugh.  Free of the water, his hand quickly soaped down my chest
and abdomen until they were fully lathered.  He even managed to slide the
gentle slime into my armpits and over my shoulders.  By the time he finally
moved the bar between my legs, I was a walking pleasure boy.
	I pretended to protect my little boner only a little bit and Ben's
free hand instantly joined the one with soap in forcing my smaller hand to
let them inside to their little treasure.  We both moaned and panted louder
as his hands slipped below mine and finally touched my hairless jewels.
The soap coated my three inch erection as it had my chest and belly and
Ben's wonderful, exploring fingers gently worked it into the smooth skin.
His pretty face slid down along the side of my head, rubbing his cheek
against my wet hair, his breath coming in gasps against my small ear.  I
felt the boy very slowly and very rhythmically starting to work his huge
cock against my body and moaned in pleasure along with him.
	Soon, his fingers were playing more directly with my little penis
and he was slowly masturbating me through the slime.  It felt absolutely
wonderful and I stood there starting to feel weak-kneed and totally the
plaything of the sweet boy.  As his hands enjoyed my hairless little
erection, his hips started to move more broadly and his big penis slid more
across the soft skin of my lower back.  The sweet mixture of my childish
moans and his cracking pubescent ones echoing in the shower showed that we
were both enjoying this a great deal.  Thus, neither of us was in any hurry
to stop it.  He was still stroking my little penis when I finally stepped
away and turned to face him.
	We were both panting excitedly and our turgid young penises both
stood majestically between our legs, but we were both still grinning in
total happiness.  "My turn," I panted at the tall, beautiful boy.  He
panted back at me as my small hands took the soap from his hand, his blue
eyes gazing adoringly across my small, skinny body, stopping to watch the
little erection between my legs pulsing up and down in the lather.
	"Lift your arms up," I smiled, my eyes adoring his beautiful skinny
chest and abdomen.  He was totally trusting and raised both arms up,
interlocking them behind his head.  I started at his smooth, hairless arm
pits, washing his pubescent scent away with some regret but loving the
smooth softness of his skin.  He grinned happily down at me as my hands
slid the bar across his flat, skinny chest, tenderly worshipping the erect
little nipples on the otherwise perfect silkiness of his flesh.  I rubbed
the bar of soap across his ribs with one hand while the other rested with
my palm flat against his body, slowly and lovingly smearing the soap
around, feeling the hard contours of his rib cage.  Kovz, he felt smooth
through the slime.  It wasn't easy for me to do this because the bar of
soap was too large for my small hand, but I managed it with great joy.  His
tummy shivered like a virgin's as my hands rubbed around his little belly
button, the boy actually giggling through his panting.
	When I finally reached his penis, his whole body shuddered and he
let out a pubescent grunt of pleasure and approval.  His little pubic
hairs, so few to begin with, were quickly swallowed in the lather of the
soap and I ran the bar all the way up the long seven inches of his cock,
the boy moaning his pleasure all the while.  The last thing I wanted him to
do was to have an orgasm just then, but I probably pushed the envelope back
a little when my free hand joined the one with soap and lovingly spread it
all over his man-sized erection.  Before he could climax, I returned to the
base of his penis and coated his smooth, beautiful testicles, feeling the
loose skin of his scrotum rub seductively across the firm contours of his
oblong balls.  The boy was panting and moaning like he couldn't stand any
more, but again I let my hands both move up his big penis, his knobby knees
looking ready to buckle as I giggled and stroked the rock hard organ
between his legs.
	When the tall boy's moans started to become excited cries, I
finally let his penis go and he was panting louder than ever.  He was still
grinning happily, but it was pretty obvious that he couldn't take any more.
Clearly his penis couldn't.  The swollen head looked ready to burst from
pressure and the young thing was throbbing up and down with every beat of
his heart.  Smiling up at his adorable, happy face, I stepped forward and
we took each other in our arms.  I giggled delightedly as his erection,
which was now as hard as any boy could get, pressed against my skinny
abdomen and throbbed angrily.  I didn't let its anger worry me too much
though: I was more than willing to give it my greatest treasure.
	As his big hands rubbed across my skinny shoulder blades and his
sweet face leaned forward on my blond head, I slowly and lovingly worked
the soap across his back.  His shoulders were by no means broad, but they
were still gently muscular.  I could still feel the bony contours of his
shoulder blades, but I could feel the rippling muscle as well.  His skin
was like satin.  My little boner was poking up along the warm underside of
his scrotum and I felt wonderful.
	In my happiness and excitement, I forgot to be careful with the
soap.  I felt the bar slip, tried to grip it tighter, and it shot out from
my tightening fist and fell to the floor.  Even I giggled at the obvious
repercussions of such a failure.
	"I dropped the soap," I giggled at the grinning, panting boy in my
arms.
	I blushed brightly and his blue eyes gazed adoringly at me.  "You
better bend over and pick it up," he said, sending a rash of giggles
through both of us.  He was so cute, his blond hair and smooth, pale face
still dry and beautiful.  He looked so boyish, but the big cock pressing
against my belly reminded me that he was more than man enough.
	"Okay," I blushed, looking forward to what I knew was coming next.
I saw the bar of soap laying on the tiled floor some feet away, but didn't
bother walking over to it.  Instead, I knelt down as far as I could (which
is pretty far for a twelve year old boy) and watched my young friend
stepping up behind me.  I panted excitedly as I felt his big hands taking
hold of my hips.  Standing full upright, the boy was too tall to reach the
small butt hole I knew I was displaying before him.  His stiff penis was
sticking straight out above my small bottom.  I needed to stand up on
something or...
	My thinking was cut off when I suddenly felt a second bar of soap
being rubbed across my buttocks.  Ben had apparently taken another bar from
the soap tray.  I stopped worrying about the difference in our height as
the boy started rubbing the soap across my butt cheeks, even sliding the
corner of it down along my small, hairless crack.  It felt great and I soon
felt the hard comer pushing against my tight sphincter.  That felt even
nicer and I moaned my approval.  Ben giggled.  He started pushing the bar
rhythmically into my butt hole, each time a little more firmly, each time
urging my tight innocence to relax.  I was accustomed to this well enough
by this point to adapt rather readily and soon felt the bar slipping deeper
as my sphincter opened wider.
	Despite his obvious excitement, Ben took all the time necessary to
ensure that my bottom was fully prepared for the huge invasion that was to
follow.  Soon, there was so much soap spread around my bottom and so much
lathered around his gifted cock that soap was trickling down both our legs,
a fact I could easily verify since I could see his hairless shins between
my legs.  When he was ready, he let the soap drop without comment and his
big hands took hold of my hips.
	From my crouched over vantage point, I could see the boy bending at
his knees to get low enough to reach my little orifice.  When it became
clear that. he couldn't comfortably kneel that far, he let go of one of my
hips and took hold of his engorged penis.  Within seconds, I felt his
swollen penis head pressing directly against my butt hole.
	I gasped so excitedly that it echoed and let out crying sounds of
both excitement and preparation.  I knew that a penis as big as his was
would hurt a little as it went in, but I was desperately eager to feel it
shoved all the way inside me.  Ben seemed equally aware of the pain his
gifted cock could inflict on a small boy and he was very gentle.  His hips
pressed his purple glans forward firmly but with cautious persistence,
never pushing harder than my little sphincter was able to accept.  His
penis was sufficiently large and my bottom was sufficiently small that this
took some doing, all of which was intensely pleasurable.
	As I said, however, my butt was getting used to the feel of being
penetrated and it didn't take too much work for me to relax the appropriate
muscles.  Despite this, it was still a very tight fit and though my butt
hole widened enough to admit the most pointed part of his cock, it had to
be coaxed into widening enough to let the wider knob slip inside.  Ben was
fully aware of this as well and as my resistance grew greater, his
persistence grew equally greater.  With patient but firm resolve, the young
fourteen year old managed to slip a little bit more of his penis head
inside me.
	It did hurt, but the accompanying pleasure was wonderful.  His
penis head forced my butt hole open so wide that I was a little surprised
when the pressure released, my sphincter finally clamping down on the
narrower shaft of his erection, his swollen glans buried all the way inside
my butt.  Needless to say, both our panting and moaning was even more
intense by this point.  When a fourteen year old has his penis poking into
your butt, you get pretty excited.  The forward pressure he was still
imposing on my skinny little body required me to brace myself forward on my
hands, which left me leaning so far forward that the poor boy had to point
his throbbing cock downward even further.  He seemed more than willing to
do this and I could feel him ever so slowly exerting his penis's mastery
over my little bottom.
	Nonetheless, before he'd been able to force his swollen penis more
than an inch inside me, I could hear him grunting more from pain than
pleasure.  A fourteen year old's erection shouldn't be twisted too far out
of its natural position; it's just too hard to be very malleable.
	"Ben," I panted, gasping a little from a pain that was a little
more expected.  "Let's go down."  I wasn't referring to blow jobs and Ben
instantly knew what I meant.  With surprising skill for so clumsy a boy, he
managed to move with me as I lowered myself to my knees still leaning
forward on my hands.  His penis started to slip out a little but my tight
sphincter wasn't quite willing to stretch wide enough to let the swollen
girth of his penis head slip outside of it too easily.  Soon, we were in
doggy position, which made it much easier for Ben to lean forward and adopt
the position that his young body had been built for.  Now, his penis was
sticking upward and the lay of his body allowed him to point it directly up
my little butt.
	I was a little surprised when the kid's skinny arms appeared on
either side of me.  Though his chest was laying pleasantly against my thin
back, his gangly arms were still long enough to reach the shower floor.  He
braced himself there and I soon felt his penis pushing forward again.  My
bottom, eager to feel him inside me and eager to give him pleasure, slowly
parted to admit him and I felt his cock slip in inch by throbbing inch.
	It didn't hurt near so much as it might have for a less experienced
boy my size.  As it was, what pain there was easily disbursed behind the
pleasure I knew I was giving the other boy and by the pleasure he was
invoking in me.  Only three inches inside me, his penis head was pressing
against my immature prostate gland and it felt wonderful.  What's more, the
sensation of his incredible hardness filling the deepest caverns in my body
was exquisite, make everything inside me feel harder and build in pressure.
Most significant of these was the stiff, three inch boner between my legs
which seemed to be swelling with each fraction of an inch of boy cock that
moved inside me.
	Ben was no less enraptured.  The boy's skinny chest was resting on
my thin shoulders and his cute blond head was laying on my shoulder, his
cracking pubescent voice moaning directly against my ear.  I could feel
muscles all along his long body flexing as he struggled pathetically to
drive his penis deeper into the warm tightness of my body.  For almost
three minutes, the boy had no other thought in mind and for every bit of
penis he worked deeper, the next bit became that much more difficult.  He
had to squirm and struggle to find the right combination of muscles and the
right direction to press his cock forward.  Like a salmon struggling
upstream to spawn, his penis head was searching for the full depths of my
body, the safest, warmest place to plant his young seed.
	I felt the pressure going deeper and deeper, felt his swollen penis
head starting to swell my lower tummy, felt it forcing my rectum into
straighter position, felt his boy cock pressing its way into my belly.  By
the time the boy had finally found the place he desired, by the time his
penis was buried so deeply into me that his sparse little pubic hairs were
tickling the hairless crack of my butt, the invading erection felt like a
warm, pulsing piece of steal jammed up into my midsection.
	"Does it hurt?" Ben cried and gasped in my ear.
	"No," I cried back.  It didn't hurt either.  It felt wonderful,
like my body had long been missing this vital part of itself I hadn't felt
so big a penis inside of me since Travis Berenson had taken me in the
shower at the Labar Keep and I didn't want it to ever go away.
	Needless to say, both Ben and I were physically drained by this
intense union of our growing bodies.  I fully expected that the boy would
start humping me and ejaculate his seed inside me, but he didn't.  Instead,
his big hands, still soap covered and slimy, reached up and took hold of my
little chest again.  This left his full one hundred and ten pound weight
resting fully on my back but the wonderful feeling of his caresses made the
weight a pleasant one to bare.  Not that the boy's hands stopped at my
chest.  They were soon stroking all along my ribs and his right hand
finally reached down and took hold of my stiff little boner.
	I had not been prepared for the intense jolt of pleasure that shot
through my hairless boyhood.  With the kid's big erection all the way up
inside me, my own penis had become so sensitive that just his tender
caresses made me feel like I was about to explode with an orgasm.  When his
fingers started rubbing on the little organ, I started crying like a baby,
so wonderful did it feel.
	His other hand was still rubbing up and down on my chest and
abdomen, holding it tightly and supporting himself as he grunted loudly and
ever so gently pulled his hips back.  For a moment, my tight buttocks moved
backward with him but I soon stiffened my knees and held firm and I felt
his rock hard cock starting to move out of my intestines.  His penis was so
big that he would have had to sit up and take his chest from my back, not
to mention letting my penis go, to pull it out very far.  He didn't want to
do this and I didn't want him to.  Instead, just as his glans rubbed
against my prostate, his penis still three inches inside me, he started
pushing forward again and slid the other three and a half inches back
inside.  The pleasure was exquisite, equally exhilarating for both of us.
No sooner did I feel the hard thing touch the deepest point than the
talented fourteen year old started pulling it out again, again moving about
three and a half inches before he reversed direction and reinserted it.
	I didn't know about Ben, but I was going insane from the pleasure
erupting throughout my skinny little body.  By butt and penis were clearly
the focal points of the pleasure but it seemed to be racing through every
cell and fiber, making me moan loudly in ecstasy.  I felt warm and dizzy,
as if my mind had evacuated my body and left it to enjoy its carnal
desires.  I wanted the boy to fuck me faster and to rub faster on my little
penis and he responded as if he could hear me, his skinny chest and abdomen
rubbing easily against my back in the slime of the soap. My bottom had
fully accepted his penis now and, though it was still squeezing the hard
cock tightly, it easily admitted him to rub in and out of it.
	Whatever giggling Ben and I felt was swallowed in a thunderous echo
of passionate boyish moaning and grunting.  We weren't making love anymore.
The boy and I were engaged in full-blown, totally physical sex.  His hips
were moving forward and back with ease, his penis sliding in and out of my
stretched butt hole without resistance and the smooth skinny boy was taking
full advantage of the welcome admittance my body permitted him.  Faster he
fucked me, my butt soon feeling a little raw, but totally absorbed in the
pleasure of his erection.  Adding to that pleasure, the kid's wonderful
fingers were playing the three inch erection between my legs like a maestro
playing a violin.  I was consumed with the frantic waves of pleasure racing
all through my penis, buttocks and, indeed, my entire body.  Crying loudly
from excitement, I gazed down the underside of my body, saw Ben's big hand
rubbing up and down my skinny chest and tummy, saw his fingers awkwardly
tugging at my little erection in the slime of the soap.
	We were both so passionate at this point that it was little
surprise that our orgasm joined and melded, both of us suddenly crying
louder as the pleasure became almost unbearable.  So entranced was I by the
pleasure between my legs that I didn't realize how loud my soprano voice
was squealing.  As the final assault of orgasm filled the hardness in my
loins, I cried even louder without concern.
	With Ben's cock buried fully into my body, I didn't jerk as madly
as I might have when I felt my penis flexing in its immature effort to
ejaculate, but young Ben did.  After driving his erection in the last few
times with loud, cracking grunts, he suddenly shoved it in deeper than ever
and his entire body started shuddering like it was being electrocuted.
There, deep inside my body, the adorable boy finally planted his young
sperm.  I don't know if I felt it or just imagined it but the way his body
was struggling on top of me, I knew he was having an orgasm every bit as
nice as the one I was having.  He was ejaculating and he was ejaculating
inside of me.  I loved it.
	It seemed to go on for minutes but was probably beginning to recede
after fifteen seconds or so.  What it gave up in length, however, it more
than made up for in height for it was a wonderful orgasm.  So intense was
it that both Ben and I collapsed where we were, both of us still crying
like little children.  His penis rubbed a couple more times inside my body
before growing still, the sweet thing already beginning to soften.  His
fingers on my little erection continued to fondle it gently, but the
hairless little boner didn't let up at all, the only real advantage to not
having sperm yet.
	We were both so exhausted that even after he pulled his softening
dick out of my butt, we lay there on the shower floor and gasped for air.
After several minutes, we finally looked at each other and giggled happily.
	We showered each other adoringly, talking now more like loving boy
friends than potential sex mates.  Afterward, we helped each other dress
and went up to my room where we spent a night enjoying his erection up
inside my little body.