The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1:  Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Thirteen

    "Hey, you guys better get up," I heard a young boy's cracking 
voice say, felt a large hand gently shaking my shoulder.  By the 
noise in the dormitory, I could tell that all the other boys were 
already up and busy getting dressed. Wearily I rolled over and 
saw Tod's adorable face looking at me, his cheeks so smooth and 
his blond hair so silky I could tell he had already taken a 
shower. His baby blue eyes gazed intently at mine for a long 
moment.

    "It's almost eight o'clock," his beautiful voice said.

    This shocked me, but I was so exhausted from our late night 
party I couldn't do more than sit up and rub the sleep from my 
face.  Tod swallowed and disappeared beneath the bed and I could 
hear him shaking Kelly awake.  "Get up," he said softly.

    "What time is it?" Kelly's groggy, high-pitched voice asked.

    "Almost eight." Tod turned back to his own bed and started 
folding his pajamas.  It had been very nice of him to wake us up 
because breakfast was served promptly at eight and late boys were 
given spankings even if their "uncles" were knights.  There 
wasn't time for showers so Kelly and I hurried to get dressed 
once we were enough awake.

    I didn't notice Tod taking any particular attention of us as 
we changed, but we did smile boyishly at each other.  Despite the 
full night's sleep, our hairless little penises dangled limp.  I 
was pleased again at how happy a boy Kelly was.  He didn't seem 
in the least troubled by what he had been doing and I had little 
doubt that he'd be more than happy to have boy sex all day long 
if only his little prepubescent boyhood would have handled it.

    We didn't mention our experiences with Travis and Billy the 
night before, even when we saw the two of them pass by us nudging 
and giggling to each other, but we did have our boyish chatter 
running all through breakfast.  We had become such good friends 
in so short a time, had already shared things that many boys 
several years older than us were too afraid to share.

    Finally, we were required to part; me to my eighth grade 
courses, Kelly to his fifth grade ones.  I would miss him all day 
long and expected that he would feel the same about me.

    Nothing of note happened during classes that morning until 
History.  Tod had smiled and nodded at me when I came in and took 
my seat in the back of the room and I had favored him with my 
sweetest, boyish blush and smile.  The class went on much as it 
had the previous day and I again distinguished myself with my 
knowledge of history (though I still had no memory of ever learn-
ing it).  Near the end of class, the boy in front of me secretly 
handed me a note behind Miss Millicent's back.  Delighted by the 
trickery, I waited until it was safe for me to open it.  The 
writing looked young but it was still fairly neat.

    How'd you learn so much history?!  I'm

    probably going to flunk the test.

    Tod

    I looked up toward him and he smiled back to me, shrugging 
hopelessly. He turned back quickly before Miss Millicent saw him.  
He was so sweet I couldn't believe it.  I wanted to be his friend 

so bad I didn't even think about what it would be like to make 
love to him.  He was such an adorable boy.

    With the note secure in my fist, I felt brave enough to go up 
to him as soon as class was over.

    "History isn't that tough," I said.

    He smiled, a pretty blush creeping into his smooth cheeks.  
"Maybe not for you.  It's my worst subject."

    We walked out of the classroom together, our books held 
beneath our arms as we entered the mass of boys scurrying along 
the hall.  "I could help you study... if you want," I said.

    "Would you?  I could really use it."

    "Yeah.  You want to get together after sixth period?"

    "Sure.  I'll meet you in the library."

    "Okay." He was such a nice boy.  While the hallway was filled 
with other boys screaming and calling out to each other, Tod's 
pubescent voice remained soft and quiet.  "See you then," I said, 
continuing on when he stopped at his locker.

    "See you," he smiled.

    Kelly was still working the combination to his basket lock 
when I arrived for P.E.  "I got an A in biology," his high-
pitched voice grinned. Somehow I wasn't surprised, but all I 
could think about was Tod and I didn't say much to Kelly.  Soon 
he was naked and he paraded his hairless penis in front of me as 
I sat undressing.  I grinned at him but didn't touch him or 
anything: there were a dozen other half naked boys along the 
aisle who would have seen. My curiosity about Tod did nothing to 
lessen my love for Kelly's penis and I would have loved to have 
sucked the limp little thing right there.  Nonetheless, we both 
changed into our gym clothes and headed happily out with the 
other little boys.

    The lesson for the day was wrestling and Kelly and I eagerly 
took each other as partners.  We spent the entire hour enjoying 
the flexing pressures of our skinny little bodies rubbing togeth-
er and we both got expectant erections. Kelly didn't seem to mind 
that the other boys were around or even when the coach was watch-
ing us particularly:  I kept feeling him deliberately rubbing 
against my penis, sometimes only with his thigh, other times 
actually grabbing it with his hands.  If anybody noticed, it was 
the coach, but he didn't say anything. It seemed to me he watched 
us more than the other boys, maybe even liked our boyish fondling 
and giggles.  We liked wrestling together.

    Afterward, we strolled into the shower with the press of 
other naked little boys.  Our penises were limp, but had grown a 
bright pink after an hour of being rubbed through our jock 
straps.  The little boys were all too innocent to notice and I 
don't think Kelly did either.  We were just boys and boys did 
things like that.

    "You want to go to the lake?" Kelly asked as his skinny, 
hairless legs squirmed into his underpants.

    "No," I said.  "I'm helping Tod with history in the library."

    "Who's Tod?" he asked.

    "That boy on the top bunk next to us," I said.

    "Oh.  He's nice."

    "Yeah."

    Kelly didn't seem to mind that I was going to see Tod.  He 
was so young and innocent that something like jealousy wouldn't 
enter into his mind anymore than it would mine.  He said he was 
going to ride bikes with some of the other boys that afternoon 
and I said I would join them after helping Tod.

    I entered the library and was quickly waved to a table by Tod 
who was already to go.  For the next hour, we went through all 
the material that was going to be covered on the next day's test.  
The thought of sex with him scarcely entered my mind the whole 
while but I was acutely aware of his presence, could sense and 
feel the warmth and beauty of his body so close to me. I was too 
shy to change the study relationship we were establishing, and 
Tod gave no sign that he had any other thoughts on his mind 
either.  We weren't having sex, but we were becoming friends and 
I liked that almost as much.

    Miss Millicent had given us some practice questions for the 
test and I left Tod to work on them alone.  Having nothing better 
to do while he finished, I started to wander through the aisles 
of scrolls and books that made up the library.

    Without doubt it was an impressive collection for not being a 
university.  There were row on row of shelves a dozen feet high, 
crammed with material, thousands of volumes, step ladders on 
every aisle to help small boys get to the highest shelves.  I 
browsed through them, occasionally pulling down a scroll or book 
and glancing through it.  Mostly, my interests seem to lie in 
magic and myths, but I was also interested in the pictures of 
goblins, trolls and dwarves that decorated some of the volumes.  
It was all very interesting.

    I was caught up in my explorations and had wandered rather 
deep into the shelves.  I hadn't passed any other boys that deep 
though I was so caught up in the books that I hadn't realized it.  
Everything was so quiet, the musty smell of old leather and wood 
dominating the air, that a sudden gasp startled me and I jumped 
back against a shelf with my heart pounding.  I looked up the 
aisle and was surprised to see two boys.

    Both were older than me, but one looked about sixteen and the 
other only about thirteen.  The younger boy was pressed against 
the same row of books that I was, cornered against them by the 
older boy.  He was wearing a loose-fitting tank top, the type 
that left so much of his side exposed that his chest was almost 
totally visible from the side.  The older boy's hands were reach-
ing up beneath it, rubbing the skinny boy's chest and belly as 
his lips kissed and caressed his neck and shoulders.  The smaller 
boy's palms were spread wide against the books as his body was 
felt out and kissed.  He was very cute, his eyes closed, thin 
lips parted as he gasped in fear and surprise.  He was a few 
inches taller than me but an equal number of inches shorter than 
the older boy who was molesting him.

    Neither of them noticed me there, and I was so astonished to 
stumble across them that I just stood there watching.  The older 
boy had long dark hair and I could tell he was very muscular.  
His hands rapidly rubbed the smaller boy's skinny body, running 
up and stroking his hairless underarms and up and down on his rib 
cage.  His mouth, as it kissed and sucked the other boy's slender 
neck and collar bones, made gasping sounds, his eyes closed and 
totally consumed with passion for the youth.  He was wearing 
flannel shorts and I could see the huge bulge of his erection 
pulsing out at them.

    The younger boy looked powerless, unable to do anything but 
stand there and have his skinny body caressed and stroked.  This 
isn't to say that he didn't enjoy what was being done to him, for 
he looked very excited by the attention, the bulge in his shorts 
every bit as throbbing as that of the older boy.  I could see the 
smooth, hairless skin of his skinny abdomen as the older boy's 
hands rubbed up his chest; pale, soft, beautiful flesh.  He 
looked familiar and I was pretty sure he lived in my dormitory.

    I felt my little penis stiffening as I watched them.  They 
were so caught up in passion, the older boy starting to moan with 
pleasure as he kissed the younger one.  My boyhood stood stiff 
and at attention as I stared at them, watched as the older boy's 
hands slid down the other's flat belly and cautiously slipped 
beneath his shorts, both boys moaning when it was obvious that 
his hand was holding the boy's naked erection.  The big bulge of 
his hand moved up and down beneath the younger boy's shorts and I 
was astonished at how excited they were, how eager they both were 
for sexual relief.

    I hadn't realized it, but I had started to gasp with amaze-
ment and the older boy must have heard me for he suddenly looked 
up at me.  He jerked his hand from the other boy's shorts and 
jumped back, staring at me with a mixture of fear and anger.  The 
other boy flushed bright red immediately and grabbed his shorts 
making certain that they were all the way on.

    "What are you doing here, kid?" the older boy's baritone 
voice asked with a touch of malice.

    "Nothing," I stammered, my stiff penis softening in terror 
and ready to pee at any second.  The boy against the shelves 
looked every bit as afraid as I was.

    "Get out of here," the older boy ordered.  I was so afraid, I 
seemed rooted to the spot and I didn't move.  "Get!" the boy 
hissed menacingly.  I got.

    I dived away from the aisle and back toward the front of the 
library. My heart was pounding, half from terror, half from 
excitement.  I had managed to keep from wetting my pants, but I 
knew I had to go real soon.  I saw Tod at the table and quickly 
went and sat down.  He didn't even look up at me.  Within sec-
onds, the skinny boy who had so recently been fondled appeared.  
He glanced at me briefly then he and his bright red face quickly 
went to the library door and departed.  A few seconds later, the 
older boy appeared.  He shot me a glare filled with acid then he 
too left.

    "Done," Tod smiled looking up at me.  "What's wrong?" he 
asked immediately, his face losing its happiness.  "You look like 
you've seen a ghost."

    "Nothing," I dismissed, though I was breathing quickly in 
fear.  What if that boy was so mad at me he was going to beat me 
up?  What if he was waiting just outside the library door for me?  
I grabbed Tod's pad and started checking his answers.  He didn't 
say anything and his aura seemed to indicate that he had dis-
missed my apparent terror.

    "Good," I said at length.  "You don't have any trouble with 
history," I charged, though most of my mind was still thinking 
about the muscular, older boy.

    "You're just a good teacher," the adorable boy smiled.  He 
was so innocent.  He didn't have the foggiest notion that I had 
just seen a ghost: mine!  That guy was going to kill me.  "You 
want to go swimming?" he asked almost immediately.

    "Uh," I stammered.  My young brain thought quickly.  I did 
want to go swimming with Tod (anything to see that beautiful body 
again), but I also wanted to scurry back to Kelly.  He wasn't 
tough enough to defend me from the older boy, but he was familiar 
and I would feel safe with him.  "No," I blurted without realiz-
ing what I was saying.  "I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine."

    Tod looked genuinely hurt.  "Oh," his voice cracked.  "Okay."

    "We can play War tonight, if you want to," I said, hoping not 
to hurt the boy's ego as I stood up.

    "Okay," he smiled.  God, he was cute.

    Tod and I spoke our good-byes, and I left the library like a 
criminal avoiding the FBI.  Everywhere I turned I was certain 
that the older boy would be there, but I never saw him.  I avoid-
ed the open, walking close to the walls and behind pillars, 
hoping beyond hope to avoid getting beat up, but the boy never 
appeared.  Eagerly I checked out a bike and finally found Kelly 
out on the dirt tracks with a group of other little boys.

    The dirt tracks occupied a large corner of the school 
grounds.  It was a fairly large wooded area with steep hills and 
trails for the boys to ride bikes on.  Most of the boys at the 
school were very good at negotiating them, jumping over the dirt 
ramps, careening around the banked curves and such, but I was 
fairly new to the game.  I knew how to ride a bike, obviously, 
but I didn't ride one all that often.

    Like all the other boys, Kelly was wearing a tank top and gym 
shorts when I found him surveying the trails from the highest 
hill atop his bike.  I rode up to him and tried to do one of 
those skidding slides that the other boys did so well.  It wasn't 
bad, but it wasn't as good as the others.

    "What's up?" I asked, walking the bike over beside him.

    He shrugged nonchalantly.  A boy atop his bicycle feels every 
bit a king.  "Not much," he said.  "Did you finish studying?" He 
behaved so much cooler and older now than normal it was almost 
funny, but I was just happy to be with him.  He may not have been 
as big or as strong as the boy who was out to kill me, but he was 
my friend and I felt safe.

    "Yeah," I said, rearing my bike into a standing wheeley.  It 
was an easy feat, but it looked cool nonetheless.

    "You want to race?" he asked.

    I shrugged.  "Nah."

    "Hey, Kelly!" a little boy called from a pack of racers 
causing us both to look.  "Come on!"

    "Come on," Kelly said, his slender, hairless legs all ready 
to kick off after them.

    "No, you go ahead," I said.  I had other things on my mind.  
I didn't need to go racing to feel safe, just needed to be near 
him.  The dirt track was close enough and I certainly didn't feel 
like explaining to him what was on my mind.

    Kelly looked disappointed in me, but shrugged his thin 
shoulders in the tank top and pushed himself over the hill.  At 
the bottom, he stood up on the pedals and rapidly caught up with 
the other boys, performing a skidding, whirling stop that put 
mine to shame.

    I leaned back on my seat, my skinny arms reaching out to hold 
the handlebars.  In many ways, the whole scene in the library 
already seemed like a dream, but I was still nervous and wasn't 
about to leave the safety of my friends.  I also didn't want to 
be atop the hill, however, and I leaned forward and went over it, 
braking to keep from going too fast:  let the other boys show 
off, I just wanted that good a rider.

    My plan was to ride around for awhile, then Kelly and I could 
go to dinner and I would be safe from the older boy.  I still 
felt nervous, but I was safe.  At the bottom of the hill, howev-
er, I discovered the other boy, the younger one, the one who was 
being so overpowered by the boy I feared.  My heart instantly 
started pounding nervously and I looked anxiously around for the 
boy who was going to kill me.

    When I didn't seem him anywhere, I let my bike slow down and 
looked at the skinny boy.  He was sitting under a pine tree still 
in the tank top and shorts I had seen him in earlier.  A moto-
cross bike lay in the brown grass near him.  He hadn't seen me 
yet and I was far away enough to run, but he didn't look mean 
like the other boy had.  He looked scared and depressed.  Maybe 
if I made friends with him, the other boy would leave me alone...  
It was a long shot, but he was such a cute boy and looked so nice 
that it was worth it.  Besides, I knew what they had been doing 
and I didn't mind it at all; they had nothing to fear from me.

    I paddled my way toward him with my feet:  still sitting on 
the bike, I had the feeling that I could ride away faster than he 
could run if he got mad at me and wanted to catch me.  I got very 
close before he noticed me and looked up. Immediately his eyes 
filled with terror, then were just as quickly replaced with 
sadness.  He didn't look mad at me in the slightest, however, and 
I stepped a little bit closer.

    "Hi," I said.  Oddly enough, the boy looked so sad that I 
lost any fear I'd had of him altogether.  He had a twig of straw 
in his hands when I rode up and he sighed and looked down at it 
glumly now that I was there.

    "Hi," his high pitched voice cracked hopelessly.

    I sat there for a moment uncertain what to say.  "My name's 
Kelvin," I said finally.

    The boy was silent for a long moment, then shrugged.

    "What's your name?" I asked when it was obvious he wasn't 
going to answer.

    "Sean," he said.  He didn't look up at me at all, just sat 
twirling the straw in his hand.  He wasn't making it easy to make 
friends with him, but I didn't feel afraid of him and leaned my 
bike over on the grass as I stood up.  I didn't say anything as I 
sat down against the tree beside him.

    For a long moment, I looked around at the sunlit scenery, 
then slowly found my eyes creeping toward him.  He sat with his 
legs extended and crossed. They were beautiful legs, long and 
hairless save for little silver hairs on his calves just above 
his socks.  They had a light brown tan and the farther up them I 
looked the smoother his skin looked until I passed over his soft 
thighs and my imagination had to make do for what lay beneath his 
white gym shorts.  Above then, I could make out the skinny con-
tours of his abdomen through the baggy red tank top he wore.

    The tank top was so loose on him that I could see a good 
portion of his small chest and I found myself looking slowly up 

it, up his slender neck to a very cute face of innocent fear.  "I 
won't say anything," I found myself saying, making sure my eyes 
were fixed on his as he looked at me.

    "About what?" he asked with a nervous shrug.

    I just shrugged, too.  Far be it for me to say something 
embarrassing when it was his activities being discussed.  I 
looked away and for a long moment we sat there silent.  In my 
mind, however, I was dreaming of him, dreaming of how pretty he 
was, how sweet a boy he looked and acted.  I loved him without 
knowing why and wished I knew some way to tell him that.

    Kelly and the other racers suddenly leapt over the hill where 
I had been sitting a few moments before, twisting as much as they 
dared as their bikes caught air and hurled them toward the dirt 
ramp below.  They didn't notice us sitting alone beneath the tree 
and we didn't draw attention to ourselves.

    Sean suddenly sighed.  He dropped the piece of straw and 
pressed his palms together between his thighs.  I wanted to be 
his friend so much, wanted to be able to talk to him, to explain 
to him how I understood what he and the boy were doing, but he 
said nothing.  Slowly my eyes scanned along his smooth, boyish 
legs again, marveling at how pretty they were, at how pretty and 
sweet he was.  Slowly I gazed up his skinny abdomen and chest 
again, marveled at the beauty of the smooth, clear skin beneath 
his tank top.  Suddenly I was looking at his cute face and I 
realized with a start that he was looking at mine.  Our blue eyes 
met for a long moment.

    "You're really cute," he said in a boyish voice little louder 
than a whisper.

    I blushed immediately and looked away.  "So are you," my 
little voice replied.  Kovz!  He liked me!  That's why he was so 
nervous.  He wasn't worried about me telling anyone about him and 
the other boy.  He wanted to play with me! I knew it.  I knew it 
instantly.  And it filled me with terror.

    Another long moment passed before I suddenly felt Sean's 
skinny arm moving behind my neck, slowly encircling my thin 
shoulders.  He did it with such gentleness and yet with so much 
tenseness that all I could was allow my smaller body to be slowly 
brought down next to his.  He felt warm.  My shoulder, bared 
beneath the strap of my tank top, slipped into his smooth under-
arm and I could feel the softness of his side as I pressed my 
elbow down between our skinny bodies.  I felt my cheek come in 
contact with his chest where it met his shoulder beneath his tank 
top and I let it rest there.  Feeling sick with love for him, I 
slowly lifted my face and looked at him.

    Sean tried to hold my gaze, but after a few brief seconds he 
turned away and sighed.  I think he'd have pulled his arm from 
around me if it weren't for the fact that doing so would have 
required him to shove my head forward or to scrape his upper arm 
against the bark of the tree.  Instead he sat there with his limp 
arm around my shoulders and his pretty eyes looking out over the 
trails, looking as sad and unhappy as a boy could look.

    I felt as afraid of him somehow as he must have felt about 
me, but he had obviously taken the first step.  As cautiously and 
gently as I could, I slowly reached across and lay my arm across 
his skinny abdomen.  I could feel his body briefly tense at this 
contact, but after a few moments, I spread my fingers and very 
slowly, very gently, took hold of his small abdomen and held it.  
I could feel his ribs beneath my palms through his tank top, 
could feel them awkwardly swell as the boy struggled to find an 

acceptable way to breathe. The large hand wrapped around my thin 
back answered this contact by gently taking hold of my little 
shoulder, the grip as loose and uncertain as a question, the boy 
asking me if I wanted more, not demanding.  He was so afraid, and 
I could feel his fear.

    I was limited in how I could respond.  My right arm, the one 
farthest from him, was already reaching across his belly.  The 
left one was pinned between our rib cages and I could not have 
extracted it without upsetting the moment.  Instead, I slowly, 
gently, lovingly stroked up and down on his body with my hand, 
feeling the life inside him, feeling his fear.  Did he understand 
how I felt about him?  I had no way to know.  He felt so inno-
cent, so pure.  I knew he was interested in me, but he didn't 
know what to do next, and I was terrified of frightening him.

    The boys broke over the hill again, their bikes taking air 
and them squealing with pleasure, hitting hard against the dirt 
below and standing to pedal faster as soon as they could.  Again, 
they didn't notice Sean and I, and our bodies tensed only in 
momentary fear at discovery, neither of us letting go of the 
other.

    When the other boys had passed, I slowly moved my hand down 
and slipped it beneath his tank top.  He let out a silent cry as 
I slid my hand against the baby soft side of his body, felt the 
slender hardness of it gently, lovingly.  I knew I was frighten-
ing him, just as that boy in the library had frightened him, but 
I knew just as well that he wanted it, needed it, just as badly 
as I did. His skin felt so warm, so smooth, so soft.  Feeling his 
fear as my own, I looked up at him, and his cute face turned down 
to me.  His eyes were filled with fear and pleading, longing but 
so very afraid.  We gazed into each other's eyes as my hand felt 
along his beautiful body.  For a brief moment, he looked ready to 
cry and I instinctively responded by pushing my lips against his.  
His body tensed in uncertainty again, but his hormones understood 
quickly enough, and I felt his awkward lips pressing back.

    By the time our lips parted, we were both gasping nervously.  
I lay my head against his small, skinny chest and he held me 
there.  Slowly, cautiously, his fingers started to tug at my tank 
top, pulling it up from my body.  I let him lift it as high as he 
could with me pressed against him, felt his trembling fingers 
reaching to pet my skin.  Feeling an aching in me that corre-
sponded with his, I slowly sat up.  Our eyes met, both pained, 
confused, uncertain.  To answer his, I sighed nervously and 
pulled my tank top up my skinny body and arms.  With bare chest 
and belly, I held the skimpy garment to the side, releasing it 
only when I felt both of his big hands reaching out to hold my 
warm body.

    I melted against him.  Bare chested now, I felt free to tug 
at his tank top, and I lay gasping as I tugged on it, Sean's 
hands nervously but excitedly feeling across my back, along my 
sides, over my hairless armpits.  We were both gasping by the 
time the cute boy finally sat up, his body pushing me away.  I 
sat up uncertainly, then watched as he swallowed and pulled his 
own tank top off, his thin back laying against the tree trunk as 
he swallowed with fear that I might again turn him away.  Free of 
his tank top, the boy's little chest was as long and skinny as it 
had been in it.  He had almost no muscle and his little nipples 
sat on an all but flat chest, skinny rib cage rippling gently 
beneath it.  With a slight whimper of love, I again melted 
against him, burying my cheek against the incredible softness of 
his boyish chest.  My arm again took hold of his skinny body, 
this time feeling the warmth of his smooth, bare skin against 
mine as I slowly rubbed up and down his young rib cage.


    It is impossible to calculate how long we sat there in each 
other's arms.  My hands were slowly feeling along his pretty body 
and his were rubbing against mine while the bike racers rode by 
twice.  Both times we tensed with fear, but neither of us let go.  
We just closed our eyes, felt each other, loved each other.  I 
felt so totally content with this relationship that I never made 
a move to go farther.  The feel of Sean's skinny, bare chest and 
soft, smooth skin was all that I seemed to want for the thought 
of his penis never occurred to me.  It felt so good to have him 
holding me, loving me, and to hold him, love him, that his penis 
and mine didn't seem to make much difference.  At any rate, I 
didn't think about it until I suddenly felt Sean's tender hand 
moving down my body and very gently rub his fingertips along the 
limp bulge between my legs.

    I became erect within a second, my body tensing with so much 
astonishment that he was touching my penis after all that Sean 
felt obliged to squeeze my shoulder and reassure me.  "It's 
okay," his cracking voice said softly.  "It's okay." As tenderly 
as can be imagined, the cute boy gently caressed the stiff, 
skinny, little bulge in my shorts, and I fought to calm myself.  
It was such an odd thing to me:  I, who had been to bed with so 
many boys in the past few weeks was suddenly being reassured by a 
boy I believed to be a virgin.  Yet, there I sat, as if I had 
never had a boy hold my penis before, reveling in his loving 
attentions as I had no other boy before.  I felt like a little 
boy beside him.  By touching my penis, Sean had become my master.

    Nonetheless, I wasn't so silly as to cry out about this 
contact. Without doubt I had gotten intensely horny in a very 
short time, but I continued to feel his skinny body, caress his 
beautiful flesh without pause save for that brief moment of 
surprise.  The sudden tenseness in my body did not deter Sean. 
His fingers, long and awkward, continued to probe and feel my 
small erection through my shorts.  I felt suddenly embarrassed at 
my lack of size and pubic hair, but Sean, if he had noticed how 
immature I was, said nothing as he felt along my stiff, two inch 
boyhood.  For a long while I let him do this without response, 
just lay there against his bare chest and let him fondle me 
however he liked.  After a few moments, however, I started to 
feel an orgasm building in my little penis and I didn't want that 
to happen before Sean understood that I could do something for 
him, too.  If nothing else, I didn't want to have an orgasm with 
my shorts on.  I wanted to feel his fingers touching it raw and 
naked.

    Almost crying from the pleasure the cute young boy was evok-
ing in my penis, I slowly let my hand slide down his skinny 
abdomen, over his gym shorts until it came to rest on the gifted 
young erection in his shorts.

    The boys broke over the hilltop again and our bodies twitched 
with surprise, but neither of us let go of the other's erection.  
Their temporary presence only seemed to get us more excited and 
Sean started to pant with nervous pleasure, spreading his legs 
wider as my small hand felt slowly along the six inch, rock hard 
penis in his shorts.  He held my little erection between his 
thumb and forefinger, pulling on it through my shorts until I 
looked up at his cute young face.  Our eyes locked for a long 
moment, wide and filled with frightened passion, mine with the 
added intensity of a prepubescent orgasm.  I felt his arm tighten 
around my thin shoulders, felt his smooth face move closer to 
mine until his moist lips pressed against mine in an awkward 
first kiss.  He didn't hold it for long but when he pulled his 
head back it was obvious that he liked it.  His pretty blue eyes 
looked into mine with desire pleading with me not to be ashamed 
if we went farther.  His fingers still pulled gently on my penis 
and I started to cry quietly as I felt it growing still harder, 

felt it building to a mind blowing orgasm.

    Sean seemed to know what was happening for he looked down at 
the little bulge he held in his hand, my blue eyes gazing into 
his pretty face and telling him that he didn't have to bring me 
to climax yet, but that I would do it if he wanted me to.  After 
a few seconds, he finally let the little boner go and I could 
feel it throbbing madly with pubescent demands for relief.  
Gently the boy brought his hand down on my bare belly, lovingly 
caressing the baby soft skin around my little belly button.  It 
tickled and made my abdomen twitch nervously but his hand felt so 
warm, so gentle.  I could feel his hard penis throbbing as he 
slowly pressed his fingertips beneath the elastic band of my gym 
shorts and started moving them down toward my naked little erec-
tion.

    I stared with mouth hanging open seeing that big, beautiful 
hand sticking down my shorts, his wrist and forearm looking so 
smooth and skinny.  I gasped in shock as I felt the raging head 
of my little penis against it, felt the boy's long fingers ever 
so gently take hold of my stiff boyhood sliding down the shaft 
until I felt his fingertips pressing against my hairless testi-
cles and pubic mound.  My body was totally emersed in pleasure as 
I watched the moving mound in my shorts and I felt him reassuring 
me by rubbing back and forth on my thin shoulder blades.  The 
nervous boy obviously enjoyed hairless penises for his fingers 
gently petted the area where peach fuzz would one day grow.

    Gasping and crying with passion, I pulled the boy's hand back 
and he sat up, blue eyes filled with fear that I was going to 
stop.  But all I wanted to do was bare my little cock to him, let 
him see it as he felt it, before it started jerking with pleas-
ure.  I sat up on my knees and whimpered as I peeled the shorts 
down my hips, gasped against the feel of it dragging across the 
sensitive erection between my legs.  My penis emerged looking 
pale and little and pretty, the head a shiny, pale purple knob, 
the little testicles held tight by my smooth pink scrotum.  Sean 
stared at it with his thin lips opened, his blue eyes wide with 
awe and love.  When I had worked my shorts down to my knees, I 
pulled my hands up to my chest and held them there bashfully, 
watching my hairless little penis pulsing up and down with its 
horny erection.

    Sean sat farther up though I could see it must have hurt the 
big cock in his shorts.  His cute face looked up at me question-
ingly for a moment, then his big hands moved out and lay on my 
smooth, skinny thighs.  He rubbed one of them slowly upward and 
his trembling fingertips nervously glided over my hairless scro-
tum, gently prodded the little balls, slowly stroked the soft, 
warm crevice between my testicles and thighs.  I allowed the boy 
to explore me without comment, though my little chest was swell-
ing rapidly for air.  His fingers rubbed over the hairless base 
of my penis then slowly, nervously began to feel up the two inch 
shaft, feeling its hardness, its visible throbbing.  Slowly he 
took the little erection between his thumb and forefinger and I 
moaned with pleasure as I felt him squeeze it slightly, felt the 
loose boy flesh that covered it slide slowly toward my shiny 
little penis head.  I could see saliva glistening on the boy's 
lips, fought down a desire to beg him to suck on me. Instead I 
just stood there on my knees, felt him caress and rub my hairless 
boyhood until the pretty thing was teetering madly close to 
orgasm.

    Sean stopped suddenly and quickly crawled up on his knees 
facing me. Panting and staring into my eyes, the adorable pubes-
cent boy's hands took hold of his own shorts, and we both turned 
to look as he pulled them down, unveiling his young cock with 
bashful, immature innocence.  As I could tell by feeling it 

through his shorts, his penis was six inches long which looked 
big on the skinny boy in front of me.  It stuck out straight and 
hard as a board now, throbbing slowly up and down from beneath 
his smooth, skinny belly.  It was a slender penis, running his 
gifted length lined with small, scarcely visible, purple veins.  
The soft looking flesh of his penis shaft continued up and still 
covered almost half of his purple head, his foreskin looking thin 
and fleshy.  His enlarged testicles hung in a soft scrotum that 
revealed their oblong shape.  The whole of his penis and scrotum 
were still the pale pink color of a little boy and it looked very 
attractive as it blended in with the smooth, pale tanned color of 
his thighs and around his little belly button.  So childlike was 
his penis's coloring that it was almost surprising to see that he 
had pubic hair. It was not very much and was not very long, 
nothing but sparse, little, curly, black hairs in a little circle 
at the root of his cock.  I could actually see the pink skin of 
his pubic mound more easily through the boy hairs than the hairs 
themselves.  It was a beautiful penis.

    I looked up at his cute face as he moved toward me on his 
knees.  His big hands took hold of my thin shoulders and he 
kissed me on the lips again, his warm, skinny chest ever so 
gently pressing against mine.  I could feel his throbbing cock 
sticking against my belly, felt the boy's hips gently press it 
there, rubbing the half covered head all around my hairless 
navel.  It felt very warm and incredibly hard.  He pulled my 
little body closer to him, his smooth arms encircling me and 
stroking across my skinny back.  I could feel my sensitive little 
erection rubbing against his testicles, felt it slide up between 
his hairless scrotum and thighs until the shiny little head was 
petted nd caressed by his sparse little boy hairs.  He was so 
gentle as he held me and his skinny body felt so hard and smooth 
that I heard my high pitched voice whimpering with pleasure.  I 
could actually feel his erect little nipples rubbing across my 
skinny chest, felt the warmth of his flat belly rubbing against 
mine, the throbbing hardness of his big penis between them.

    Seeming more confident now, Sean slowly moved back away from 
me, his pretty face looking into my eyes as he gently pulled me 
back with him.  His cock stuck out from his skinny legs as he sat 
back against the tree on his small butt, guiding me to sit back 
down beside him.  He wrapped one of his skinny arms around my 
thin shoulders again, burying my little shoulder in his smooth, 
hairless armpit.  I lay my little chest against his warm side, my 
arm only naturally laying across his skinny abdomen, feeling his 
muscles rippling and hard beneath his soft skin.

    I looked down his skinny belly and saw his big hand slowly 
gripping his penis, encircling the long slender cock in his fist 
and absently pulling his foreskin back.  His penis head thrust 
its way out, a shiny, pinkish purple knob of hardness swelling 
from his slender shaft.  His small slit yawned open, ready, eager 
to ejaculate his precious seed.  I glanced up at his cute face as 
he started to masturbate himself.  His eyes were closed, hidden 
behind long black lashes, head lolling to the side as a soft moan 
escaped from his little chest. Feeling his pleasure, I looked 
back down his smooth, skinny body to the straight cock jutting 
between his legs in a young, bony fist.  He stroked himself 
slowly, rhythmically, the pace so seductive that it made me feel 
even more horny.  His thin foreskin rubbed up and down over his 
shiny penis head, causing the skin at the base of his cock to 
ride slightly up the shaft pulling the little circle of his pubic 
hair with it.  I was so awed by the beauty of him masturbating 
that I just lay there and watched, the thought of sucking that 
pretty penis not even entering my mind.

    Sean still held to my shoulder and I could feel his large 
hand gently rubbing it, squeezing it as he moaned and jacked 

himself off.  Transfixed by his pretty penis, I absently rubbed 
across his abdomen and rib cage, felt the soft smoothness of his 
skin, so clear, such a pale shade of boyish tan, little nipples 
standing erect and tiny as his cute face rolled slowly from side 
to side.  I could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart in his 
body, the rhythmic swells of his ribs as he breathed and moaned.  
Slowly I ran my small hand up his body and gently felt across his 
small, almost indiscernible chest, the skinny boy so devoid of 
muscles that I could just feel where his ribs ended and his chest 
began.  My fingertips gently petted the skin around his nipples, 
feeling their hardness against his otherwise soft flesh.  He was 
so pretty.

    I could feel his skinny body stiffening and his moans grew 
slightly louder.  My hand slid back down to his little belly and 
I stared at his penis again.  He was rubbing faster on it now and 
I could see that he was close to orgasm.  His foreskin moved 
faster up and down on his penis head, rubbing it, caressing it, 
each thrust of his fist filling the boy's cock with still more 
pleasure.  Rhythmically I rubbed back and forth across his belly, 
feeling it rippling harder, feeling the little belly button and 
the baby soft skin around it.

    Sean's skinny body stiffened frantically suddenly and his 
fist started pounding rapidly up and down on his slender penis.  
He was yanking on it so hard that it looked almost painful.  His 
teeth were clenched and muscles bulged out along his neck as he 
fought to keep from crying out, instead just making desperate 
little crying sounds and rapid gasps from his rock hard chest.  
His penis head frantically popped in and out of his foreskin, so 
quickly that it was little more than a blur to me, the boy so 
excited he looked ready to pull his cock all the way off his 
body.  Muscles along his thighs, abdomen and forearm rippled 
boyishly as he lost himself in the pleasure of pubescent orgasm, 
allowing it to sweep over him but struggling to keep from crying 
out as the bike riders once again started popping over the hill 
with shrill cries of boyish delight.  They were farther apart now 
and it took longer for the whole group to pass but it scarcely 
mattered. Poor Sean was so lost in his penis that he wouldn't 
have been able to stop himself even if they had seen him.

    I lay beside him quietly, feeling his arm hold me tighter, 
and gently stroked up and down on his chest, loving the feel of 
his skinny body tightening with orgasm.  He seemed to lose con-
trol momentarily and let out several loud, astonished gasps as he 
peaked.  His baby blue eyes stared down at his penis suddenly and 
the immature teenager cried out with pleasure.  I watched his 
cock too as the boy's skinny young body began to jerk frantically 
around his penis. He jerked several times with no results and I 
thought for a moment that he was still too young for sperm, but 
his penis suddenly started squirting out juice, the thin droplets 
speckling his cute face, his skinny chest and my thin arm.  It 
was a beautiful thing to see; every time the boy's fist jerked 
his foreskin back, his shiny penis head appeared, the slit open-
ing and obediently spitting out immature sperm, the droplets 
squirting across Sean's skinny body and looking so terribly 
pretty.

    Sean's little chest collapsed into gasping as his penis 
finished its pubescent duty and I looked down at the beautiful 
young cock.  He held it in his fist still, but it was already 
softening, a thin trail of clear juice oozing over his foreskin 
and down over his fingers and hand.  The boy's almost naked body 
felt relieved against me and I did to.  Without thinking, I 
leaned over and started licking his boy sperm from his chest, the 
sweet taste of it filling my mouth with the pleasure it had so 
recently discovered in the young penis of the other boy.  I 
realized with a start that Sean might think it was gross that I 

was licking his sperm from his skinny chest and belly, but he 
just lay there breathing and I lovingly tasted his immature cream 
as my tongue lapped it up from his tiny nipples.

    Before I could reach his cute face, Sean sat up, his smooth, 
slender forearm wiping off the droplets before taking hold of my 
little shoulders. Gently, tenderly he lay me back on the grass.  
"Don't be afraid," he said, as if still believing he was talking 
to a virgin child.  My shorts were still down around my knees as 
I lay on my back, legs straight below me, arms awkwardly laying 
on my chest.  I looked down at my hairless little penis and saw 
that it was as stiff and erect as ever.  Sean crawled up on his 
knees beside me, his half hard penis swinging gently, a glisten-
ing drop of thin sperm still forming at the end of his foreskin 
as it reclaimed his pretty penis head.

    "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, as his big hands moved 
between my legs and again started to feel around my hairless 
penis.  They were so gentle, so tender, and the boy seemed en-
tranced by my hairless testicles as he fondled them.  Scarcely 
looking up at me, he leaned his cute face forward and I realized 
with joy that he was going to suck me off.  It didn't look like 
he had ever done anything like this before, however, for he 
paused when he was very close to my penis, stared at it uncer-
tainly, sighed and swallowed nervously.  Finally, his long fin-
gers pointed the hairless little thing upward and the adorable 
boy slowly engulfed it with his mouth.

    Sean's high pitched voice moaned softly and I let out a 
startled cry of pleasure as his warm, slimy mouth descended on my 
hairless erection.  I could feel his moist, mushy tongue against 
my rock hard shaft and the boy swallowed nervously as his thin 
lips slowly met the hairless skin around my penis.  It was excit-
ing to feel his inexperienced mouth around my stiff boyhood, and 
he apparently had never done it before because he sucked it like 
a boy who had only heard of blow jobs, of sucking cock.  He held 
it in his mouth and sucked steadily, not moving his lips from my 
pubic mound, just sucking gently on it as if trying to coax it 
into squirting sperm.  One of his palms lay on my smooth, skinny 
thigh but he didn't rub on it.  Slowly, the other hand slipped 
from my testicles and lay low on my little belly button, low 
enough to feel the smooth, hairless skin surrounding my little 
cock, both hands trembling with his excitement at sucking on a 
little boy.

    All I could do was moan and cry as the thirteen year old 
boy's slimy mouth made love to my penis, feeling the gentle tugs 
as his smooth cheeks sunk in, the tender caresses of his tongue 
as it slid nervously against the stiff, skinny boyhood.  Loving 
the tender pleasure in my penis, I gazed at Sean's skinny chest 
with boyish enthusiasm, his little nipples now laying almost 
smooth on his pale skin, a cute, innocent purple against the soft 
flesh.  His shoulders looked so thin and small that I reached out 
and rubbed them gently filled with affection for his young body.  
He was sitting on his knees and his penis, still filled with 
enough of an erection to make it look smooth and rubbery, lay on 
his smooth, hairless thighs, the little circle of his sparse 
pubic hair looking pretty between his boyish legs.

    I lay there admiring his innocent beauty as the pleasure in 
my penis became slowly unbearable.  I could still feel it throb-
bing in the warm slime of the boy's mouth and it felt so big and 
hard, so exciting and wonderful.  I let out a moan and closed my 
eyes as I felt orgasm flowing across my small body, felt my mind 
grow dizzy from the wonderful pleasure between my hairless legs. 
Distantly I could feel Sean still sucking lovingly on my penis as 
I felt my slender boy hips making quick, frantic little jerks, 
warmth and joy and pleasure flowing into me until I thought it 

would never end.

    It did end and I lay there on the grass feeling the hardness 
in my hairless little cock seeping out of me with the boyish 
orgasm I so loved.  Ever so slowly, Sean let it slide from his 
lips, both looking very slimy with his saliva, my hairless cock 
looking limp and exhausted.  His cute face looked at it for a 
moment, then he turned and looked solemnly at me.  He didn't 
smile, just gazed at me with his gentle, innocent brown eyes.  We 
looked at each other for a long moment and I felt his fingers 
reach between my legs and gently rub around my slimy penis.  I 
smiled at him with all my love but he just watched my face with 
pained gentleness.

    Finally, he let my penis go and stood up.  He quickly jerked 
his shorts up his legs causing his big, young penis to flop about 
until it was concealed. I felt too good in the afterglow of 
orgasm to move until the boys again broke over the hill on their 
bikes.  With bashful terror, I pulled them up my hips and grabbed 
for my shirt but the boys just rode by as they had before, obliv-
ious to the loving boy sex that had just occurred beneath the 
tree.  I watched Sean's hairless underarms as the boy slipped his 
tank top back over his head.  Dressed again, he put his hands on 
his hips and looked at me, his cute face blushing or perhaps just 
flushed from his orgasm.

    He watched me as I put on my own tank top then took my hand 
and helped me to my feet.  "That felt good," I said, hoping to 
ease the boy's uncertainty but only making him blush more.

    "Don't tell anybody," he said, looking at me with his guile-
less face.

    "I won't."

    He looked at me as if to confirm this for a moment, then 
relaxed a little.  His cute, boyish face looked down my skinny 
body and smooth legs then stood there bashfully a moment.  "We 
can do it again, sometime," he said, not looking at me.  "If you 
want..."

    I stared at him adoringly and nodded, wondering how I could 
take the pretty boy with me to Kovzland.  He wasn't as pretty as 
Tod, but he awful darn close.  He looked up at me, filled with 
worry that I hadn't answered and I nodded my head quickly, final-
ly smiling at him.  He smiled and blushed back, looking away 
again in boyish innocence.  He was a hundred times cuter when he 
smiled.  Yes, Tod was still cuter, but Sean was a hundred times 
closer...  Oh, heck!  Any boy I'd just had an orgasm with was 
pretty darn cute.  Sean was just as cute.  I wished we could stay 
under the tree and play again, but the tall, skinny boy turned 
and picked up his bike.  His long, bare legs straddled the seat 
and one overgrown foot in tennis shoes stepped on the pedal.

    "See you later," he said, not turning as he pedaled away from 
me.

    "See you," I said after him, gazing at the beauty of his thin 
back and bony shoulder blades as he pedaled toward the complex.  
I was still watching after him as the boys came to the top of the 
hill again.  Rather than flying over it, however, this time they 
hit the breaks and careened to a screeching halt.

    Kelly, who'd wheeled in fourth, grinned down and saw me 
underneath the tree.  "Hey, Kely!" his high pitched voice called.  
"We're going swimming.  You wanna' come?"