The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1: Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Five
I awoke in the morning with a tense little boner that was
demanding my attention. Eric was still asleep on the bed beside
me and I half wished that he would wake up and suck on my penis
again. I lay there on my back for several minutes, but made no
noise and the thirteen year old didn't stir.
I could feel my little erection throbbing against the sheets,
the cool linen feeling nice against my hard, warm skin. Filled
with childish excitement, I cautiously lifted the sheet and
blanket from my body and looked down at it.
It looked as small as ever, though I was now getting used to
seeing it stiff and throbbing. The little purple head was alrea-
dy shining with pressure, looking big for the skinny, white shaft
of my boyhood. My smooth belly ran all the way to the base in
soft, hairless perfection and, just beneath my penis, I could see
my hairless testicles pulled into a small ball in my pink scro-
tum. It looked adorable, even to me.
Smiling, and trying not to wake Eric, I carefully moved the
blankets down and lay them on my thighs, baring almost all of my
skinny, pink body. I lay there for several minutes looking at my
erection, feeling entranced by its hairless beauty and its rhyth-
mic throbbing. My small hands lay nervously down on my little
chest as I thought about rubbing on my boyhood. Eric had mastur-
bated his and it looked like fun. All I had ever done is let him
or Erin play with mine. I was curious, and skeptical, that I
could make it have an orgasm all by myself, but I did want to try
it just to find out. It would really be neat if I could rub on
it and make it feel that good all by myself. Then I could do it
all the time.
Still, I felt embarrassed and nervous, as much about waking
Eric and having him see what I was doing to myself as I was about
doing it. Puberty was beginning to enter me, however, and my
innocent embarrassment was little match for the desires of my
erection.
Glancing nervously across at Eric's slender, bare shoulders,
I slowly moved my hand down between my legs. The skin felt so
soft in its hairless innocence as my fingers reached for my
erection. I looked intently for any sign of hair as I felt
around it, but there wasn't the slightest bit. I was as smooth
and hairless as a little child, even when I slid my fingers down
around my little testicles. I felt a shudder of pleasure sweep
through my belly as I touched my boner and I panted softly with a
boyish smile, excited at the thought of doing it to myself. I
could feel the little thing pulsing with my heartbeat, a strange,
enchanting motion that hypnotized me, locked my eyes onto the
hairless wonder of my prepubescent body.
It was much too small to fit in my fist as Eric had held his
but it felt nice when I held it between my thumb and forefinger
like Eric did when he masturbated me. Repressing a giggle of
delight and a moan of pleasure, I gently squeezed the skinny
thing, feeling it pulsing between my fingers now, and slowly
pulled down on the soft skin covering it. There was very little
of this skin to rub on, but I could see the little knob of my
penis grow brighter as what there was pulled away from it, the
hard head shining a bright purple as if begging me to do it some
more. My free hand slipped up my skinny chest and took hold of
my neck as if to strangle me; a strange thing for it to do but
one that made the pleasure feel even better.
The door to the room opened and Master Thorne strolled in. I
was so shocked and embarrassed that I just lay there holding my
stiff penis for a second, just long enough for him to see what I
was doing to it. By the time my reflexes kicked in and franti-
cally pulled the covers back up, it was too late.
Thorne's entrance and my quick movement awoke Eric and the
sleepy boy turned over yawning, adorable face looking too groggy
to know what was happening.
"You're horny, aren't you, Kelvin?" Thorne leered at me as I
held the blankets pulled tightly around my neck. "What are you
doing, Eric?" Thorne shook his head at the young teenager.
"Making your little play thing play with himself already?"
Eric looked over at me in confusion, then rubbed the sleep
from his eyes. He was sitting up in the bed, his long, slender
chest and belly exposed, his big penis still covered by the
blanket. I lay there with my ears burning in shame and embar-
rassment.
Thorne grinned down at us for a moment with wicked delight.
"Eric, you go to your room. I have some things to talk over with
the boy."
"What things?" Eric asked, slowly coming to full conscious-
ness.
"I told you to go to your room," Thorne said angrily.
Eric looked down at me cowering beneath the blankets then
turned on Thorne. "He doesn't have to do it if he doesn't want
to," he said, sounding tougher than I had ever heard him sound
before in front of his father.
"Move it!"
"He doesn't," Eric defended, a little less strongly as his
tall, naked body crawled out from the covers and stood up, big
penis sticking out half hard from his smooth, slender legs.
"Oh, he'll want to," Thorne said with certainty, looking at
me as if he knew every desire in my young body. "Now, you go to
your room and stay there until I send for you. Do you understand
me, young man?"
Eric's adorable, boyish face looked ready to fight to the
death for a moment, but he suddenly blushed and looked away in
helpless embarrassment. "Yes, sir," he swallowed, blushing boy-
ishly. He looked at me one last time, silently reminding me that
I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. After that, he
turned and I sadly watched his thin back and small, round butt
walk from the room.
Thorne smiled at my fear and embarrassment and walked over to
the bed, sitting down on it beside me. "You're going to do a
little favor for me, boy," he said, still looking into my crimson
face.
"What?" my squeaky boy voice asked, softly.
"There's a man who's going to bring his son by in about an
hour. You're going to play with him like you do with Eric."
"Why?" I asked, my young voice trembling.
"Because if you don't, I'll whip your little butt raw. Do
you understand?"
I swallowed in fear and nodded.
"Good," he said. He smiled down at me for a moment, then his
big hand reached down and gently pushed the blond bangs from my
eyes. "You'll like him, boy," he assured me. "And after him,
there'll be a lot of others... a lot of others. Do you under-
stand?"
I nodded again, though the understanding embarrassed me
tremendously.
"Yeah, we're going to get along just fine, you and me, boy.
You just stay a pretty little boy and we'll have no trouble
finding you friends, even after Eric is gone next year. No
trouble at all."
I just laid there in wide-eyed fear that he was going to whip
me, saying nothing, silently wishing he would leave me alone.
"Mama!" he called as he stood up and turned away from me.
Within seconds, the older woman was scurrying into the room.
"Lord, what is it now?" she asked impatiently.
"Fix the child up nice and pretty. Mr. Wellesley is bringing
his boy by at ten."
"Oh, he is?" Mama smiled happily, any hope that she would
protect me quickly fading. "Isn't that nice. You're going to
have him play with the child, then?"
"He's never done it before," Thorne said. "You need to make
sure he gets the right idea with our boy, here."
"I understand," Mama said. "Don't you worry, Johnny. If
there's one thing I know, it's how to make a boy pretty."
Thorne nodded and started toward the door. As he reached it,
he turned. "Try that baby costume they put him in at the orphan-
age," he suggested with a knowing leer. "Robin's only twelve.
Boys that age like that sort of thing."
"Just what I was thinking, Master Thorne," she agreed with an
equally knowing smile. "You always did."
Thorne smiled at her a second, then turned and left the room.
"Well, now, how's Mama's little boy this morning?" she asked,
strolling to the bed as if she had just entered.
I blushed and looked up at her, still hidden by the blankets,
my boyish eyes looking up into hers as if begging her to be nice
to me like she had been before.
"Come on, now, honey," she smiled, sitting down and taking
hold of the blankets I clutched around my neck. "It's going to
be a big day for you." She peeled the blankets down my skinny,
naked body and smiled when she saw my stiff, pulsing little
penis, glowing pink from my erection. "You see there, honey,
you're already to have a new boy, aren't you?"
I was so embarrassed that I didn't say anything for a moment
as she smiled down at my naked little body. "What if I don't
like him/ e"arked ij! ke you'll like most any boy."
I sat up on the bed, my legs sticking straight out, and
looked down at my little erection, feeling small and helpless.
My penis looked as childish and hairless as ever, though it now
seemed to be something that I was supposed to loan out to anyone
who wanted to play with it. Now, from what I understood, a new
boy was going to come and I had to let him play with me no matter
who he was. It seemed very strange to me, but I was still very
innocent and still knew of no other way of life. Perhaps there
were a lot of boys who did nothing but play with other boys at
the instructions of some adult. Maybe it was just Kovz Boys, a
term I still didn't understand but one that apparently referred
to me. I was a Kovz Boy and Kovz Boys had sex with all other
boys. I supposed, looking down at my little boner, that I could
accept that. It was still better than the orphanage, though I
felt myself aching to be with Eric.
"Why can't Eric stay?" I asked softly, blushing.
"Oh, shoot, honey," she said, coming back with a handful of
white clothing. "You don't need to be with Eric all the time.
He won't care if you play with other boys sometimes."
I thought about the previous night and how Eric had loaned me
out to Erin. That had been fun. Maybe Eric liked it when I
played with other boys. Still, I hoped Eric would still let me
play with his big penis and would still love me.
"Come on, now, honey," Mama smiled, putting the clothing
she'd brought down on the bed. "Let's get you a nice bath so
you're all ready for this new boy."
I swung my skinny legs over the side of the bed and felt
Mama's hand on my bare shoulder as I stood up. I was so used to
being seen naked now that I scarcely blushed as she led me out to
the hall, my little boner still pulsing straight out from my
little legs. It didn't even matter when Caroline came by and
giggled at my hairless erection.
Mama led me into the bathroom and I obediently walked up the
steps and down into the tub. The water was only about a foot
deep, but it was warm and I didn't complain as Mama came in
beside me and started soaping my skinny little body down. Her
hands, like before, rubbed everywhere in the slimy soap, even
causing my skinny legs to buckle partway as she soaped my stiff
penis. She washed my hair then poured buckets of water over my
head, rinsing all the soap from my shiny, pink body. Once I was
out of the tub, she towel dried me, then again led me back to the
bedroom. Throughout all of this, she kept talking to me, assur-
ing me that I was a pretty boy and that the new boy was lucky to
get to be with me. I didn't say anything, just stood and did as
I was told.
I was fairly dry by the time we reached the bedroom, though
my hair was still wet. My penis didn't soften in the slightest,
a fact which seemed to delight Mama as she combed my hair. I
stood naked and excited, the hardness between my thighs begging
for attention but knowing that it wouldn't come for a while yet.
When she was satisfied that my long blond hair would dry proper-
ly, she led me to the bed and spread the white cotton clothing
she had brought earlier out on it, her large hands gently guiding
my skinny shoulders to sit down on it.
I sat there silently with my legs dangling over the side as
she pulled out a jar and dipped her fingers into a white, creamy
solution. "Don't look like you really need this, do you, child?"
she asked. I just blushed, not knowing or caring what she did to
me.
Gently, she pushed back on my small, bare chest and I lay
down on the bed, little legs spread apart, little penis pulsing
excitedly. I swallowed nervously as I felt her fingers rubbing
the cool cream on my penis and all over the hairless mound bet-
ween my legs. I couldn't help panting at her tender caresses, my
stiff erection starting to ache as it seemed to get harder,
though the little head was already shining almost white from
excitement. She coated my boyhood generously and the cool, white
cream soaked into my skin, making it look and feel softer, but
coaxing my little penis into greater need for relief. She fin-
ished with the cream by rubbing what remained across my little
nipples and small boy chest. It felt good, but I knew it was
making me hornier and I already felt like playing with it in
desperation.
"There now," she grinned at my horny little body and eager
little erection. She put the jar aside and I felt her hands
pressing my skinny thighs farther apart, the touch of her hands
against the inside of my legs almost enough to make me cry in
orgasm. Still smiling proudly at my excited boyhood, she pulled
the thick, white cotton fabric up between my legs, producing two
safety pins to clasp it shut. Like the Reverend Mother at the
orphanage, Mama was very good at fastening a diaper on a boy and
I panted helplessly as the cotton rubbed my erection. She at-
tached it very tightly which felt nice against my stiff boyhood
and left all of my upper thighs and most of my skinny belly bare.
The diaper was so snug and small it just barely covered my pubic
mound and, were it not for the thickness of the cotton, it would
have been as if I were wearing nothing but underpants.
Her hands took hold of my little boy chest and lifted me into
a sitting position where I swallowed, feeling a little faint from
excitement. Mama just grinned and grinned, taking a small t-
shirt from the bed and rolling it up. Obediently, I stuck my
skinny arms into the arm holes and she pulled it down over my
little chest.
"It's too small," my little voice said when the t-shirt ended
an inch above my little belly button. It was still loose in the
shoulders, but it was definitely too short.
"You have a pretty belly," Mama smiled delightedly. "You
should let the other boys see it." I wondered briefly how many
other boys were going to be coming, but Mama was soon reaching
into my armpits and lifting me to my feet.
"Aren't you adorable," she said, smiling down at her work. I
felt embarrassed, but pretty, feeling like my legs were twice
their previous length. My hair had dried for the most part and
the familiar yellow bangs were falling into my blue eyes. My
penis was still throbbing but I was getting used to that by now.
Mama led me to the mirror and made me look at myself, a sight I
took in with no small amount of pleasure. I did look adorable
with my long, smooth legs and soft, flat belly. In my helpless
resignation, my boyish face looked most adorable of all, flushed
a soft red almost permanently now, long blond bangs covering my
forehead and falling into my eyes.
Mama was obviously delighted and led me out of the room and
down the staircase, her hands holding to my thin shoulders as if
ready to show me off to everyone in the household.
We didn't see anyone, however, until she led me out onto the
back patio where Master Thorne was sitting with Mr. Wellesley. I
felt her hands give my shoulders a gentle push toward them, then
felt her turn and walk back into the house, leaving me standing
there blushing and embarrassed to look at the two men.
When he saw me, Thorne's eyes grew wide and a broad smile
came to his lips, his gaze looking me up and down with intense
approval. "Well, here he is now," he grinned, causing Wellesley
to turn around. I could see the young man swallow and his eyes
grew larger, too, gazing up my thin, hairless legs and across my
boyish belly.
"How about that for Robin's first time, huh?" Thorne grinned,
nudging the younger man.
Wellesley swallowed nervously. "He's awful young, John," was
all the man could say.
"Nonsense. Eric doesn't think so."
I looked around for my young friend, but he was nowhere in
sight.
"Why is he dressed like that?" Wellesley asked, his eyes not
leaving my small, half-naked body.
"Well, he's the baby of the house," Thorne grinned.
"Does he wet his pants?"
"No, no," Thorne laughed. "We just wanted him to look spe-
cial for Robin."
"I don't know if Robin likes little boys," Wellesley said,
turning nervously back in his chair. "All his friends are
older."
"Oh, he'll like Kelvin," Thorne grinned knowingly. "Trust
me."
"Well, he may not do it right away, is what I'm saying."
"Bob, don't worry about it. Getting boys together is like
breeding horses: you put the thought in their heads and they'll
do it fast enough. You just watch and see if I'm not right.
I've seen twelve of my sons go through puberty. Boys that age
can't keep their hands off each other."
"I thought you only had two sons," Wellesley said confused.
"Eh, others all died fighting the damned heathen," Thorne
spat, picking up a drink from the table. He had his legs perched
up on a stone wall that held a flower bed and looked very com-
fortable, sipping from his glass and gazing out at the soft,
green grass. "How many boys you have, Bob?" he asked the younger
man.
"Three," Wellesley replied, "counting Robin. He's the old-
est."
"Where is that boy?" Thorne asked. "Time to get the show on
the road."
"I'll call him," Wellesley said softly. "Robin!" he called,
standing. "Robin!"
From far across the lawn, just at the edge of the woods, a
boy appeared. "Yes, sir?" I heard a high pitched, childish voice
call back.
"Come on over here," Wellesley instructed, reclaiming his
seat and instantly taking a sip from his glass.
"Does he know?" Thorne grinned over at Wellesley.
Wellesley shook his head. "He's only twelve. I've never
even told him about..."
"Well, he'll catch up soon enough," Thorne shrugged. "'Round
these parts, boys start out at around ten. By the time they're
married, they got it all out of their systems."
I had stopped listening to them by this point, my eyes watch-
ing the tall, slender form of the other boy jogging across the
grass toward us. He was looking at us, just smiling happily as
he ran. He was wearing a khaki short sleeve shirt and a matching
pair of baggy pants. Even in his pants it was obvious that most
of his five foot height was in his legs. His chest still looked
small and boyish like a child's. I swallowed in astonishment as
I watched him move for he was unbelievably beautiful. His hair
was light brown and was neatly parted down the middle and layered
back from a face that could have come from an angel. This boy, I
was certain, was perfection. His face looked very soft and was
lightly tanned, with a small, pug nose that I instantly adored.
He looked so happy as he approached us, his smile momentarily
slipping from his face as his baby blue eyes glanced briefly at
me, then returning as he stood behind his father and slid his
hands down around the man's neck, hugging him. "Are we leaving?"
he asked, his voice the smooth, soft soprano of a little boy.
"No, uh, no, son," Wellesley replied, his hand gently rubbing
down the boy's smooth, slender arm. "I, uh... I..."
"Your father just wanted you to meet Kelvin, Robin," Thorne
put in for the nervous man. "Kelvin, say hello to Robin."
I swallowed as I stared in adoration of the slender boy, my
eyes unable to leave the soft beauty of his young face. "Hi," my
boyish voice managed, my face blushing now, embarrassed to be
dressed like I was in front of him.
"Hi," Robin said, smiling uncertainly, his blue eyes gazing
down my half-naked little body as he stood, hands resting on his
father's shoulders. I could see his soft cheeks flush a little
at the sight of me in my diaper and cut-off t-shirt, making his
face look even more adorable. My eyes could not leave his face
so entranced was I by his beauty.
"Do you like him, Robin?" Thorne asked as if asking a boy to
judge a new-bought puppy. Robin looked at Thorne questioningly,
his slender eyebrows narrowing and adorable head tipping to one
side.
"I guess so," his boyish voice said uncertainly.
"Kelvin is going to be your friend here, Robin," Thorne
smiled. "He's going to help you get used to living in Tarsec
Village, introduce you to people and things. You'd like that
wouldn't you?"
The boy shrugged his small shoulders, still looking at Thorne
uncertainly. I understood how he felt: boys weren't used to
having their friends picked by their parents. It just didn't
seem right.
"And Kelvin knows a lot of games to teach you, too. Isn't
that right, Kelvin?"
I glanced very briefly at Thorne, wishing he'd shut up, then
turned back to the adorable boy as he turned and looked at me for
an answer. Blushing brightly, I swallowed and nodded.
"Dad..." the young boy began nervously holding his father's
neck again.
"It's okay, Robin," the man said, closing his eyes and sigh-
ing heavily. "You'll like Kelvin... and you need to start making
new friends, now."
The twelve year old looked at his father a moment, then
nodded. "Okay, Dad," he said, his voice as sweet and innocent as
a child. I felt my heart beating in love for him and prayed that
he would like me.
The man gave his son's hand a squeeze then released it. "You
boys go play now," he said, swallowing any uncertainty he might
have. "Go on down to the barn and see the horses or something."
He seemed eager to have us leave the area for some reason.
"Oh, no, Bob," Thorne said. "There's no need for that. Why
don't you boys just play here on the grass? Wrestle around or
something."
"In front of us?" Wellesley whispered in shock.
"Well, sure. The barn's too dangerous for boys," Thorne
smiled, then added in a loud whisper, "I told you we have to put
the idea in their heads, didn't I?" He grinned at the younger
man's inexperience, then leaned casually back in his chair and
took another drink from his glass.
"Yes," Wellesley said, looking pained before kicking his feet
up on the wall and taking a long drink. "Just... just play
around here on the grass, then, Robin," he said.
Robin looked so confused, tipping his head again at his
father before standing up and letting his slender arms fall to
his sides. "Yes, sir," he said softly. He turned and glanced at
me again, then looked down. "Come on," he said.
He started down the short steps to the grass and I followed
him like a love-struck puppy.
"Look at that," I could hear Thorne grinning behind me.
"Kelvin's already in love with him."
I didn't pay any attention to him as I followed the taller
boy out onto the grass. He went about thirty feet from the
porch, then sat down and I awkwardly sat down near him. There
was a long moment of silence and I tried to look away from the
adorable boy before me. He was cuter than Eric, there was no
doubt, and Eric was a very cute boy. He was even cuter than Erin
or Shane. He was beyond cute; he was beautiful.
"Do you always dress like that?" he asked, causing my ears to
grow hot instantly.
I shook my head in embarrassment. "Mama made me wear this,"
I said softly, thinking the boy was going to think I was weird.
"How old are you?" he asked.
I didn't know, but Eric had told the other boys I was eleven
so I told him that.
"Boys don't dress like that in Vinepak," he said. He was
leaning on one arm against the grass, glancing at my face from
time to time and blushing a soft pink glow beneath his silky hair
and smooth, tanned cheeks.
I shrugged, wishing I was dressed normally like he was. "Is
that where you're from?" I asked, looking at him bashfully,
embarrassed by his beauty and my adoration of him.
He nodded.
"Why did you move here?" I asked.
"Dad decided to buy into the silver mines here," he said, his
soft, boyish voice filled with beauty.
"Oh," I replied.
"Do you know how to play football?" he asked suddenly, look-
ing up at me, adorable face making my heart beat quicker.
I shook my head, wishing desperately that I did. I was so
infatuated with him my heart ached for him to like me.
"We used to play football in Vinepak," he said, sadly, ob-
viously missing his home. "What do boys play here?"
I shrugged, embarrassed that the only game I knew about was
playing with our penises. "We ride horses sometimes," I said,
delighted that I could think of something.
"Really?" he smiled, and I felt my heart melt.
"Yeah, and there's a place to go swimming out in the hills
that's..." I caught myself. I wasn't going to tell him about
what Eric and I had done at the swimming hole, but just thinking
about it made me flush with embarrassment.
"I like swimming," Robin smiled. "Maybe we could go some-
time."
I nodded, delighted that there was something to interest him.
"Kelvin! Robin!" Thorne's voice suddenly sounded from the
porch. We both turned our heads and looked at him, him smiling
at us, Wellesley staring at his twelve year old son with deep
concern. "Come over here, boys," Thorne said.
Obediently, we both climbed to our feet and walked over to
the wall separating the patio from the lawn.
"Robin, your father and I have a bet," Thorne smiled, looking
a little flushed from his drink. "I say that Kelvin can beat you
in wrestling and your father says you can beat him. What do you
think?"
Robin swallowed and glanced over at me, turning back to
Thorne. "I'm bigger than he is," the boy replied softly.
"Yeah, but who would win?" Thorne looked thoroughly enter-
tained by the two of us and the manipulation he was playing on
us.
Robin shrugged. He glanced over at his father, but the young
man just sat watching him. I didn't think Robin liked Master
Thorne any more than I did.
"Well, let's find out," the man said, dropping his boots to
the patio floor and leaning forward on his chair. "The first one
to pin the other boy to the grass, wins. Fair enough?"
Robin shrugged again and I stood silently watching the men.
"Go ahead, Robin," Wellesley instructed his young son.
"Yes, sir," the boy said.
The twelve year old and I walked a few feet from the patio
and stood facing each other. Our eyes looked into each others in
embarrassment, as if neither really wanted to fight the other.
"Oh, Bob, I'm sorry," Thorne grinned. "I'll bet your wife
will kill you if Robin goes home with grass stains all over his
nice new clothes." Wellesley nodded absently, his hands cradling
a refilled drink close to his chest. "Robin, just take off the
shirt and pants," Thorne waved distantly at us, as if it didn't
matter anyway.
Robin swallowed, baby blue eyes widening in confusion, but he
just stood there watching Thorne and his father.
"Oh, go ahead, son," Thorne smiled, again dismissing any
problem with a wave of his hand. "We're all men here."
Robin looked at his father, his adorable face beseeching him
to put a stop to it. Wellesley just took another long drink from
his glass, rubbed his face, then waved as Thorne had done, albeit
less certainly.
"Do as you're told, Robin," he said, looking very troubled.
"It's no big deal."
Robin stood there for a moment, then swallowed. He looked
frightfully embarrassed, his soft, adorable face flushing as he
sat down on the grass and pulled his suede shoes off his young
feet. I stood watching him as he peeled his socks off, tossing
them near his shoes. His bare feet looked normal for a boy his
age; not awkwardly big like Eric's and Erin's were.
"Sure," Thorne grinned, leaning back in his chair and return-
ing his boots to the wall. "We're all men here. It doesn't
matter."
Robin stood up silently, his pretty face still flushed, and
his young hands started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared trans-
fixed, embarrassed to realize that I was more eager to see his
chest than I felt sorry for him. I felt a deep regret when I saw
that the boy was wearing a white, cotton t-shirt underneath.
Thorne was still gulping down his drink, but Wellesley and I
watched as the bashful twelve year old pushed his small chest
through the open shirt and pulled the short sleeves down his
slender arms. The t-shirt wasn't tight, but I could see how
small his chest was through it. It looked so adorable in his t-
shirt, his bare arms and skinny boy neck promising of smooth,
baby soft skin beneath.
The boy dropped his shirt on the pile with his shoes and
socks, then paused, looking at his father as his young hands
reached for the snap to his pants. Wellesley's only response was
to drown the rest of his drink, his concerned eyes looking back
at the boy with no word of support.
Robin swallowed again and seemed near tears as he unsnapped
his pants. Feeling my erection returning in full flower, I stared
transfixed as the boy's hand slid down the front of his pants,
slowly lowering the zipper. It seemed as if he were hoping for
something to happen to interrupt him, but nothing did. When the
zipper was all the way down, his hands moved up to his belt line
and he blushed crimson as he pushed the pants down his legs.
He was wearing white, cotton briefs as I'd half-expected,
thus sparing him the embarrassment of showing his penis to the
grown men. They clung fairly tightly to his small bottom and I
could see the round contours of it as he lifted his leg and
stepped out of his pants. In the front, his underwear was a
little baggier and just hinted of the penis underneath. It was
plainly much bigger than mine, but I couldn't tell how big,
though I stared at the round bulge silently hoping that the fly
of his underpants would open and reveal it to me. It didn't,
however.
I swallowed with still greater infatuation as my eyes gazed
down the young boy's smooth, pale thighs. Like his face and
arms, his legs were tanned a soft orange-brown, a pale tan line
appearing near his underwear, showing wear his shorts usually
protected him from public scrutiny. His thighs were long and
slender and looked as soft as my belly. Beneath them, his knees
looked adorable, small, perfect knobs, not very bony, making his
legs look smooth and uniform. His calves were thin and I could-
n't see any hair on them at all, attesting to the innocence of
his twelve year old body.
He looked horrendously embarrassed as he swallowed and
dropped the pants down on the grass with the rest of his clothes.
His baby blue eyes were still searching his father's face, as if
still hoping for some reprieve from his embarrassment. Wellesley
just refilled his glass, looking pained and aching for his son's
humiliation, but unwilling to say or do anything to protect him.
From my vantage point, the twelve year old boy had nothing to be
embarrassed about. His body was, without exception, totally
perfect to me. His skin was uniformly smooth and baby soft, his
legs and chest and arms perfectly balanced with each other to my
eyes, though I could see that his legs were awkwardly longer than
his small chest and belly. Standing there in his underwear, the
boy looked like a god to me and I felt such a rush of jealousy in
me that I almost wanted to cry just looking at him. The slender
contours of his small body through the t-shirt and the baggy
protection his underpants gave his penis above legs of such
angelic perfection, positively infatuated me with him all over
again. It was not possible, I believed, for any boy to be more
beautiful than young Robin was in his bright white, cotton under-
wear. I swallowed in adoration as I looked at the mound in his
underpants and wondered if he had fuzz on his penis like Eric
did.
"That's it," Thorne smiled, his face flushed with drink.
"Now just... you know, just wrestle around a little." He waved
his hand again and turned to Wellesley, but the young man was
looking at his young son helplessly.
For all of my infatuation with young Robin's adorable body, I
felt sad for him as he turned to face me, his adorable face
looking so embarrassed and ashamed. He swallowed again, only
this time, a sterner look came to his young face and the boy
looked resolute and determined not to be ashamed. He crouched
down and watched me, slender young muscles moving beneath the
soft skin of his thighs, and looked ready to take all his embar-
rassment out on my small body. I didn't care. I just wanted the
boy to be happy again.
"Who's going to say 'go'?" the boy asked, with boyish impa-
tience.
"Go," Thorne leered, raising his glass and toasting us.
Instinctively, I crouched over like Robin was, gazing into
his cute face and wanting to cry for the shame he felt. The
taller boy's bare feet moved gently over the grass and we turned,
his baby blue eyes looking into mine with determination. I
swallowed and did as he did, ignoring the stern look in his eyes
by seeing the adorable beauty of his young face and small body.
Crouching there in nothing but his underwear, the boy was too
adorable to ignore.
He shot downward toward my legs and I felt his smooth arms
grabbing hold of one and lifting on it. I was thoroughly unac-
customed to wrestling and no knowledge leapt to mind as I felt
the skinny leg that supported me lose balance. I fell backward
onto the grass, feeling it caress the bare, lower part of my
back. Robin's slender young body immediately wiggled up between
my legs and I lay gasping in astonishment as his underpants came
down to rest right on top of my diaper. The diaper was too thick
for me to feel any of his penis at all, but the thought was
enough for me to lay there transfixed and helpless.
His arms took hold of my skinny wrists and I felt them push-
ing my hands back over my head. Robin was gasping, too, but all
I could think about was the erection in my diaper and the wonder-
ful feel of the boy's slender young body squirming as he strug-
gled to hold my skinny arms back. I was in heaven and scarcely
fought back. My bare belly could feel his through his t-shirt
and the pleasure I derived from it was indescribable. Not or-
gasm, mind you, but almost as good. Lower down, I could feel his
long, hairless legs rubbing against mine as he used them to gain
greater leverage, the boy gasping, letting out little boy cries
as his underwear pressed against my diaper, small boy chest
laying against my body. It was wonderful.
In the distance, I could hear Thorne calling out the count
and knew that when he reached three it would all be over and I
would lose the pleasant feel of the boy's struggling body.
Longing for it to continue, I started to fight back, but Robin
had too much advantage by that time and I could do nothing but
gasp and stretch my useless, skinny arms.
"Three!" Thorne said, laughing loudly. He had stood up
during the brief contest and now sat back down, happily telling
Wellesley how strong his boy was.
Robin lay there on top of me for a moment, our eyes locked on
each others. The determination faded from his adorable face and
was replaced by a melancholy beauty of concern and understanding.
I wondered what he was thinking as I lay there panting, his tall
slender pubescent body slowly crawling off me. He stood and I lay
there for a moment adoring his beauty as he faced the men still
wearing only his underwear.
"What did I tell you?" Thorne grinned as if I had won the
fight. "Boys will be boys."
I stood up very slowly, feeling sad that Robin and I had to
fight each other. All I wanted was to love him and Thorne had
made it some adversarial thing. I hated him all the more and
wondered painfully how I could get Robin to love me now that he
had so badly beaten me. When I stood up, Thorne was still laugh-
ing and Wellesley was looking at his young son with deeper con-
cern and love. I wondered why no one looked at me. I was the
one who had lost. As I glanced over at Robin, however, I started
to understand that the wrestling match had meant nothing.
The adorable boy looked near tears, looking first at his
father for support, then down between his legs. He looked hor-
rendously embarrassed and plainly wanted to cry. Swallowing in
pain for him and in curiosity, I looked down and saw what they
had all seen: the front of the boy's underwear was pulsing
rhythmically up and down with the obvious size of his boyish
erection.
I stared at it with renewed love, amazed by the beauty of
that young, slender bulge. Though his testicles were still
difficult to make out in the baggy part of his underwear, his
slender penis was not. It was easy to see it as it throbbed,
sticking out a straight, frantic four inches, still small and
slender like mine, nothing like the huge organ between Eric's
legs. The boy looked so ashamed and was so embarrassed that he
didn't even try to cover it up. Just stood there, blue eyes
pleading for his father to rescue him.
"Well, I guess you win, Bob," Thorne grinned down at the
excited boy.
"Yeah," Wellesley swallowed. "I guess I do."
"Come on, boys," Thorne said, standing unevenly and lifting
an arm to us, motioning for us to join them. "I think it's time
for you to go play in your room now."
I didn't know if Robin knew what was happening or if he were
just too obedient to stop himself, but he started walking in his
underwear toward Thorne, making no effort to reclaim his clothes.
Entranced by his beauty and aching for his embarrassment, I
followed his young body up the stairs to the man. Thorne was
grinning delightedly as he wrapped an arm around each of our
shoulders and started to guide us to the house, his one hand
still holding his drink.
"Dad..." Robin started to say, reaching out his slender arm
to his father.
"You go play now," Wellesley said, quickly taking his son's
hand and kissing it. "I'll wait for you." Thorne guided us
toward the door and the boy's hand slipped from his adoring
father. In seconds, we were inside the house and Wellesley was
left outside.
Thorne managed a drunken monologue as he led us to the stair-
case and up to the hallway. His strong arms never left our
shoulders as he guided us to my bedroom door, pressing me forward
as he opened it.
"You go on, now," he said, grinning delightedly. Drunkenly,
he pushed our small bodies through the door and we stepped into
my bedroom, Robin only slightly more confused than I was. "And
don't you worry, Robin, your Dad will still be here when you're
done."
Both Robin and I turned and looked at him in confusion, but
the grinning man just closed the door behind us. We stood there
for a second, and heard him insert a key, turn it, and lock us
inside with each other.
I swallowed in shame and embarrassment. I knew what the man
wanted me to do, of course, but I was only a small boy and I
didn't really know about such things. Why hadn't he just had
Eric do it? Eric was smarter than I was and he knew a lot more
about innocent boys than I did. Oh, I adored Robin like I had
nothing else in my life, including Eric, and I wanted desperately
to see him naked, to play with his penis, to have him play with
mine; but I was too young to know how to do it. I was just a
boy. Even if I knew how to do it, all I really wanted was for
Robin to be my friend. I didn't have to see his penis to do
that, did I?
I stood there near tears as Robin turned and looked around
the room. I felt like he was ready to cry, too, but I didn't
know what to say to comfort him. He walked into the room a few
steps and I stood there facing the door and wishing that Eric
would come and help me.
When I finally turned, I saw the adorable boy standing there
in his underwear, his back to me. His thin shoulders looked so
cute through his t-shirt and his small, round bottom fascinated
me with its perfection. From the smooth, even combing of his
hair to the tall, slender appearance of his body, the twelve year
old boy was angelic and beautiful. All I could do was hurt
myself by gazing at him. Still, I loved him madly and the great-
est pain came from not knowing how to share that love with him.
Robin's adorable body walked still farther into the room, all
the way to the windows. He looked out and I knew he could see
his father sitting on the patio. He gently pulled the chiffon
curtain aside and looked down. Feeling confused and uncertain, I
went to the bed and sat down on it. It wasn't that I was so
eager to get into bed with him, it's just that there wasn't any
other place to sit in the room and, feeling as helpless as I
felt, I wanted to sit down.
I sat there in my tight diaper and scant t-shirt and gazed at
the floor, wondering beyond wondering what I could now to get the
boy to be my friend. Not only had he beat me at wrestling, but
he had been embarrassed in front of me by Master Thorne. It
seemed hopeless.
"I don't like him," the twelve year old said softly.
I looked up at him then looked away sadly. "I don't either,"
I replied in an equally soft voice. I knew he was talking about
Thorne. Who else?
"Does he treat you like that all the time?" the boy asked.
I shook my head. "I've only been here for two days," I said
glumly.
Robin let the curtain go and turned toward me. I was curious
if he still had an erection, but I was too sad to look. "Isn't
he your father?" he asked.
I shook my head again. "I'm an orphan."
"You mean you don't have a father?" I shook my head. "Or a
mother?" This time I shrugged, feeling like crying, feeling all
the more sorry for myself as I realized that I was all alone in
the world. Even Eric was gone from me, now.
I could feel Robin looking at me, but was too embarrassed to
look back. I sat there and tried not to cry. Slowly, I heard the
boy's young body move toward me, saw his slender, smooth legs
through the corner of my eyes. He sat down on the bed beside me
and I swallowed in nervous excitement and sadness.
"It's okay," his childlike voice said. "I'll still be your
friend." I sat there for a moment, wondering what I might dare
say to him without looking like a weirdo. He put his hand on my
shoulder and I reflexively turned around and looked into his
adorable face. He was smiling, and blushing, too, his young hand
gently squeezing my shoulder and his boyish blue eyes telling me
that it really was okay, though he was still embarrassed enough
that he couldn't hold my gaze any longer than I could hold his.
As he turned away, my eyes instinctively went to his under-
wear and I could see his slender, four inch erection still poking
straight out against the fabric. I wondered how I might touch
it, how I might get the boy to share it with me. It seemed
hopeless, however, and I watched it pulsing in his underwear with
useless impotence. His total beauty was so close to me and I had
no way of knowing how I might share it with him. Even still, I
longed to know how I could get him to play with my stiff boyhood
as it throbbed in expectant desire for him, invisible to him in
the thick cotton of my diaper.
"I forgot to get my clothes," the boy said, standing and
walking back to the window. My eyes followed his slender should-
ers and small back as if I couldn't gaze at him long enough. He
pressed the chiffon curtain aside again and looked down. I could
imagine him seeing his father and Thorne drinking on the patio,
the small pile of his khaki clothing laying there in the grass.
"I have some," I said, more interested in getting the boy to
relax than in sleeping with him, despite the longing I felt for
him.
I watched his thin shoulders shrug. "It's no big deal," he
said, still looking out the window. His small butt and long,
smooth, tanned legs entranced me for a moment and I ached to look
at them.
"Do you have hair on your penis?" I blurted out, so quickly
that I couldn't stop myself.
"Huh?" the boy said, turning to me, his adorable face filled
with shock and embarrassment.
"Nothing," I said, too ashamed to repeat my mistake. I
turned my face from him and sat there in horrendous shame, wish-
ing above anything that I could take my question back.
There was a long moment of silence and Robin just stood there
at the window. I could feel his eyes glancing nervously at me,
but the boy was silent. After a long moment, my heart started
pounding as he walked back to the bed. He sat down beside me
again and I felt ready to cry with fear and desire.
He waited a moment, then his young voice softly asked, "Do
you?"
I shook my head, my face and ears feeling so hot I thought
they would melt. I was too embarrassed to speak for a long
moment and Robin seemed to be, too. We sat in silence.
"Eric does," I finally managed to say, my heart pounding with
shame but my young body longing to tell him all about it.
"Some of the boys in Vinepak did, too," the boy's beautiful,
soprano voice said after another long pause.
I turned and looked at him, his pretty face so flushed with
shyness, his sweet eyes looking down, too bashful to meet mine.
I swallowed. "You don't?" I managed to let out.
The boy's adorable blue eyes looked at me for a second and my
heart melted again as he let out an innocent smile. His silky,
light brown head shook as he looked away, blushing down at the
floor.
I stared at him for a long moment, my mind unable to believe
how beautiful he was. How I longed to be as beautiful as he was,
to be so pretty. "I love you," I heard my boyish voice saying,
again, before I could stop it.
Robin looked up at me and smiled, blush filling his smooth
cheeks, the boy quickly looking away again. His young hands were
twisted in knots between his legs and he rubbed them against each
other, filled with tension and embarrassment. "You want to take
our clothes off?" he asked in a voice so filled with fear and
doubt I wondered if he'd actually said it.
Like the stupid boy that I was, I asked, "Do you?"
Robin's thin shoulders shrugged in his t-shirt. He was so
adorable. "If you do," he said, no more bold than I was.
"I will if you will," I said, praying beyond prayer that the
boy would do it and let me see his glorious penis.
He looked at me solemnly, his pale blue eyes meeting mine and
holding the adoring gaze longer than it ever had before. "You
promise?" he asked.
I was so infatuated with him that, for a moment, I just sat
there and stared at his beautiful face. Finally, I nodded. My
eyes dropped down between the young boy's legs and I could see
his penis still sticking out erect against his white underwear.
It was slender, but looked very stiff and hard. Farther down, I
could see the small contours of his testicles, imagining his
hairless beauty with boyish wonder. He looked so pretty in his
underwear.
Robin didn't stand as he took hold of the lower hem to his t-
shirt and gently lifted it. I felt my small heart beating faster
as his thin belly appeared, the skin looking unbelievably soft
and unblemished, his small belly button surrounded by smooth,
lightly tanned boy skin. He raised the shirt higher and his
small rib cage was bared, my mouth unconsciously dropping open so
I could breathe easier. As his t-shirt began to rise above his
small boy chest, I swallowed in adoration. The boy's chest was
so little, but he did have enough muscle that it swelled slightly
from his ribs. His nipples were about the size of dimes, a soft
brown color that looked adorable against his smooth, tanned skin.
His pretty face was blushing and the boy swallowed as he
raised the t-shirt over his head, lifting it up his arms until
his small arm pits appeared. The boy didn't have any hair on
them, of course, and they looked as baby soft as his thin chest
and belly. His small hands pulled the shirt up his arms and his
head slipped from the opening, his silky, light brown hair fall-
ing down into his eyes, cute boy face flushed and smiling boyish-
ly.
He lowered his slender arms and sat with his t-shirt balled
up in his hands on his bare lap. He had pulled it off rather
quickly, but my worship for his bare chest made it seem like he
had moved slowly and seductively. He was twelve years old. It
probably wasn't possible for him to do anything without it seem-
ing seductive to me. I smiled at his cute face and the boy
giggled, my eyes gazing down his small, slender chest and ribs,
showing the boy how pretty I thought he was. He looked even more
adorable when he giggled, something I didn't think was possible.
With a cute smile on his face, Robin put his t-shirt on the
bed and stood up, long, thin legs carrying him back to the wind-
ow. I stared at his small bottom again, looking wonderful in his
white underpants. The boy's bare shoulders were still thin like
a small boy's, but young muscles did ripple very gently around
the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades. His back looked even
softer than his small chest and looked very slender.
Swallowing with boyish excitement, I quickly pulled the
skimpy shirt off my body and put it down next to his, sitting
bare chested and wearing just my thick, cotton diaper. Robin
turned and blushed at my small chest and I smiled back bashfully.
We took turns glancing at each other and glancing away, the
twelve year old looking so pretty with the pale light from the
window shining across his smooth, baby soft chest. Finally, we
started to giggle at our innocent embarrassment, our voices both
high pitched and beautiful, our giggles sounding like music as
they blended together. Nonetheless, we were still blushing
brightly by the time our giggles subsided.
"Take your underwear off," I said softly, young heart beating
quickly, innocent mind filled with fear that the boy wouldn't
actually do it and I wouldn't get to see his penis. He held his
thin arms across his belly, hands hanging down in front of his
underwear.
"I have a boner," he blushed, as if warning me in case I
wanted to back down.
"So do I," I blushed and smiled, not the kind of boy to deny
an erection.
He lifted his arms and looked down at the slender bulge
pulsing between his legs for a moment, the same shy smile on his
face.
"You want to see my boner?" he smiled at me doubtfully,
certain that I was kidding.
"Yeah," I nodded, face flushed by my obvious interest in the
boy's penis. "You can look at mine."
"Prove it," Robin said, blushing brighter, still holding his
hands over his underwear.
I swallowed, feeling more embarrassed now. I knew that the
boy might just let me show him my penis, then not show me his. I
was willing to take the chance though. I stood up and twisted my
skinny body around trying to find the safety pins. Awkwardly my
small fingers took hold of the one on the right side and I even-
tually managed to get it to unhook. I could see Robin taking a
step closer to get a better look and saw his arms drop to his
sides. Trembling with embarrassment and excitement, I let that
side of the diaper come free and it opened just enough that the
shiny little head of my penis could peek out in bright purple
innocence. Its pulsing was easy to see and I blushed brighter,
embarrassed by its eagerness.
I was too shy to look at Robin as I reached for the left
safety pin. It popped free and my innocent fingers frantically
took hold of the diaper and held it up, feeling it rub across my
erection, too embarrassed to bare it to Robin, though I doubted I
would ever be able to get the safety pins back on by myself.
"Are you really going to do it?" I asked bashfully, looking
up.
Robin's boy eyes were locked between my legs when I looked
up. He swallowed as he glanced at my face before his hormones
forced him to gaze at my diaper again. He nodded quickly, lick-
ing his slender lips and taking another step closer. His erec-
tion looked really excited in his underpants now and I ached to
see it.
Feeling my ears burning, I let the diaper fall free and let
my stiff little penis stick out in its childish glory. It was
glowing red from excitement and all the rubbing it had endured in
the thick cotton cloth. The little head shined so brightly it
reflected the light from the window, tiny slit forced open with
intense hardness. The smooth, white shaft looked so little as
did my small, hairless round testicles held in my smooth, pale
scrotum. I dropped the diaper on the bed and stood blushing and
ashamed, my prepubescent erection pulsing madly up and down and
my boyish excitement sticking out naked and beautiful.
I was really embarrassed when young Robin started to giggle
and I looked up to see his thin arms holding to his small, baby
soft chest, the boy blushing brightly and giggling at my naked
little body. I was so ashamed I couldn't even get mad at him,
just stood their smiling bashfully, my small arms awkwardly
wishing they could think of something to do to hide my stiff
boyhood.
Robin was still giggling as his long, smooth legs moved back
to the bed and he reached down to get his t-shirt.
"You promised," I said, my small hand taking hold of his
soft, skinny arm.
"I didn't promise," he giggled.
"I won't tell anybody," I said. "Please."
My boyish plea seemed to make him pause and he stood there
blushing brightly just holding his t-shirt, his small boy chest
looking so adorable I felt like crying in fear that I wouldn't
get to play with him.
"We can wrestle some more," I said hopefully. "You don't
even have to take yours off."
Robin grinned through his teeth and I saw his pale blue eyes
glance down at my naked erection very briefly. He put his t-
shirt back down then suddenly giggled, his thin arm wrapping
around my neck and pulling me down into a head lock. I cried out
in surprise and a little bit of pain as the taller boy pulled me
onto the bed. As he fell onto it, his hold loosened and I pushed
on his smooth, soft back and elbow, my blond head slipping free.
I quickly dove after the boy as he rolled over defensively
and I heard him grunt as my body jumped onto his, his smooth,
hairless leg raising and trying to protect his erection from my
knees. This caused my stiff boyhood to rub across his soft shin
and I saw his eyes widen as the small, hairless wonder between my
legs touched his body for the first time.
He continued to giggle, as much from embarrassment as any-
thing, and his hands clumsily tried to wrestle me away. I was
moving very quickly, however, and was making good progress,
feeling the warm hardness in his underwear rub across my belly as
my small chest struggled to touch his. My penis rubbed across
his baby soft thigh and I panted excitedly, my boyish face filled
with pleasure and wonder. Robin was definitely stronger than me,
but he was too embarrassed to take any strong initiative. I on
the other hand was passion driven and was frantically trying to
get on top of him. I cried softly and panted madly as my chest
slowly slid up his belly, soon felt the skinny hardness of his
ribs and boyish muscles as he squirmed and giggled. My whole
body filled with warmth and happiness as I felt my stiff, throb-
bing, naked erection press against his underwear, felt his hard,
warm cock pulsing against it through the fabric.
The twelve year old boy had a huge smile on his blushing
face, his hands grabbing my skinny wrists but having no success
at dethroning me from my sacred mount. Awkwardly I tried to rub
our chests together, loving the softness of his bare skin, and
struggled to press my penis against his hard, skinny bulge. I
wasn't terribly successful at this, but it was enough to make me
feel an orgasm starting to well in my small boyhood. I was so
infatuated with his beauty and so overcome with prepubescent
desire that for a while I forgot about seeing his penis and just
wanted to feel my pleasure all the way.
Robin was still giggling as I started to moan desperately. I
had become so overwhelmed by the pleasure in my penis that I
momentarily forgot to stay on top of him. The boy used my dis-
traction to thrust his hips up and he managed to roll me over on
my back. I cried and quickly tried to get my naked erection
against his body again, but the older boy still held my wrists
and he pinned them back over my head, oblivious to the horny
desire between my hairless legs.
"Robin!" I cried desperately. My skinny body squirmed on the
bed, but his strength was greater than mine now and his adorable
face leaned over me, grinning down at my useless struggles. My
little chest flexed with childish muscles and slender ribs to no
avail, my arms held overhead, small hairless underarms exposed.
I felt his baby soft chest touch mine and finally gave up the
fight, laying there gasping, depressed as the immediate pressure
of orgasm slipped from my naked erection.
Robin didn't seem the least bit troubled by my excitement.
His smiling, blushing face actually seemed to like it and his
beautiful blue eyes gazed into mine with curious adoration. When
he realized that I wasn't fighting anymore, he looked down my
skinny body at my stiff, bright pink, hairless penis, still
sticking out its childish two inches with naked pride. He seemed
to like that too and grinned at me again. Lord, he was beauti-
ful.
"I win again," he grinned, his young hands giving my wrists
one last push against the bed before letting them go. He laid
down on his back beside me, crossing his smooth legs, letting his
hands hang in the air near his boy chest, elbows down against his
sides.
I lay there panting for a moment without moving, finding it
difficult to believe I'd gotten so close to orgasm only to be
disappointed. When I had regained enough strength, I lay over
and sat up on my elbow, gazing at the half naked boy with sad
desire. His small chest was swelling as he breathed and it
looked adorable beneath his little brown nipples. I wanted to
touch his chest, so smooth and soft did it look, but I wasn't
sure the boy would let me. Instead, I looked up at his face and
saw his adorable eyes gazing down between his legs. In silent
adoration, I looked slowly down his small chest and little ribs,
joining him and looking at his underwear.
This was almost too much beauty for my young heart to stand.
The boy's white underwear looked even brighter against his soft,
tanned belly and thighs. I could see his erection sticking
straight up inside them, his four inch boyhood pulsing visibly,
looking thin and pretty. The aching love in my young body was
unbearable and I felt like crying.
"Please let me see it, Robin," I pleaded softly, gazing at
his pretty face, knowing I would cry if he said no.
The precious twelve year old just giggled, still looking
between his legs. He rocked his hips slightly and giggled some
more but didn't say anything. With my brow furrowed in confu-
sion, wondering how to get him to do it, I looked back down at
his underwear again.
Unable to control myself and praying the boy wouldn't get
mad, my trembling hand reached out and came to rest on his belly
button, my fingertips less than an inch from the elastic band of
his underpants. The boy's entire body shuddered and I could feel
little muscles in his belly shivering with excitement, but all he
did was giggle some more. He made no effort to remove my hand.
My heart started to beat faster again immediately and I felt my
breathing grow quick and panting. His belly was even softer to
feel than it looked and I was so close to his penis now I could
easily have reached out and touched it. Pleading with him in my
mind, begging him to let me do it, I very slowly let my hand
slide lower on his smooth skin. He giggled and shuddered again,
but still made no move to stop me. I could feel his underpants
touch my fingertips and licked my lips nervously, blue eyes
staring wide, little penis pulsing harder with anticipation.
Terrified that he would stop me at any second, I slipped my
thumb under the elastic band and took nervous hold of it with my
fingers. I thought my heart would beat its way all the way out
of my chest as I cautiously lifted the band up. I could still
hear the boy's childish voice giggling nervously as I looked down
the front of his underwear and saw his throbbing young penis for
the first time.
After seeing so much of the perfect beauty of his young body,
the exquisite perfection of his penis should have come as no
surprise. Nonetheless, I heard myself crying in totally dominat-
ed affection. His penis was unbelievable. From the angle I was
looking at it, the most dominating thing was his penis head.
Like mine, it was shining brightly with erection, an amazingly
beautiful shade of purple, reflecting the light as my little head
was. It was about twice as big as mine and looked knobby on the
end of his slender shaft, his tiny slit pressed open as his penis
head pulsed rhythmically. It was sticking straight out at the
child's face, so hard that the head throbbed an inch above his
baby soft belly.
The skin surrounding it was the softest part of what was an
extremely soft body. Though slightly paler than the skin outside
his underwear, it ran smooth and unblemished all the way down to
the base of his cock, not a single little hair to mark his entry
to puberty. I could just see the beginning curves of his hair-
less scrotum beneath it and panted adoringly.
While I lay there staring in at his excited boyhood, the
giggling twelve year old's slender belly suddenly rippled and he
sat up. He took hold of his own underwear and I watched his
smooth thighs lift up as he peeled them down. He kicked his feet
out and freed them of the white cotton briefs, tossing them aside
and dropping his legs back on the bed, absently crossing them
again to protect his innocence as he giggled and chewed on his
finger.
Naked, his penis was as beautiful as all my dreams of it. As
I had been able to see through his underwear, it was slender and
four inches long from baby soft, hairless pubic mound to the
pulsing little slit on his boyish penis head. It throbbed up and
down delightfully between his legs, rhythmically hypnotizing me
with its young, prepubescent beauty. The thin shaft was smooth
and pale brown, contrasting starkly with his bright purple head.
I could just see the faint blue line of a little vein pulsing
beneath his soft brown skin. It was easy to see that the boy was
circumcised, the skin on his penis stretched tight by his tense
erection. Below his beautiful organ, his testicles had grown
oval and looked bigger than mine. Like mine, however, they were
held by the smooth, hairless sack of a pale brown scrotum.
The sight of his tall, slender body laying there stark naked
was almost more than my young mind could bare. My eyes scanned
all over him, at his erection not least of all. His entire body
was uniformly smooth and tanned save for the pale outline where
he wore his shorts or underwear, all of his skin looking baby
soft and hairless. To go with the exquisite perfection of his
naked body, the boy's face remained hypnotically beautiful and I
lay excited and adoring him. I swallowed, feeling jealous for
his beauty, and silently watched his small boy chest rise and
fall as he breathed.
Eventually, he stopped giggling long enough to look at me and
I smiled bashfully at him. I saw his eyes scan down my small,
skinny body and look at my stiff, hairless little penis. I
stared with love at his little nipples and longed to be as pretty
as he was.
My body jerked in shock as the young boy's fingers reached
between my legs and gently held my penis between his thumb and
fingers. His hand was warm and I could feel it trembling as it
held me, not rubbing but making pleasure throb down my skinny
little shaft and into my belly. I looked up at him in wide-eyed
surprise, gasping pleasurably, and his childish voice giggled as
he looked at my excitement. A panting smile touched my lips and
I lay trembling, afraid to move lest he let go of my erection. I
wondered if he knew how nice it felt.
Pleasure was filling me with orgasm even though the boy was
just holding me and I was letting out startled cries of wonder
and delight. Robin just smiled and blushed at me and I lay
trembling and crying, suddenly feeling my little penis starting
to flex in his fingers. My hips jerked briefly against his hand
but the boy didn't let it go and I lay moving in short rhythmic
motion as orgasm flooded through my boyhood and made my heart
race. I felt so warm and good as my pleasure climaxed, swooning
with happy, childish orgasm, worshipping the wondrous beauty of
his young fingers against my rock hard little erection.
When my boyhood had discharged all the pleasure it was cap-
able of, I lay panting quickly and softly, still feeling the
young boy's hand on my penis. Feeling happy and weak, I looked up
at the boy's adorable face. He was still just grinning at me and
didn't seem to understand what he had just done to me. His naive
innocence just made me adore him all the more and I couldn't stop
from holding him. Gazing at him with love, I crawled up and lay
my cheek against the small mound beneath his little nipple. One
of my arms lay across his belly, the other across his small
chest, and I tried to hug him, so in love with him. His abdomen
and chest felt so wonderfully soft in the warm afterglow of my
orgasm and I lay there for a moment worshipping his naked beauty,
loving the smooth wonder of his skin against my bare arms.
"What are you doing?" Robin's soprano voice asked softly, the
boy confused by my affection.
I lifted my head and smiled up at him, so much love in me I
could hardly contain it. "I love you," I said, wanting to say it
over and over again, wanting the boy to know that he was adored.
Robin just blushed back and his adorable smile returned.
When I had soaked up enough of the beauty of his soft, boyish
face, I lay my head back down on his small chest and gazed with
adoration at his stiff, throbbing boyhood. It looked so pretty
in its hairless excitement. Feeling less fear now, I let my arm
slide down his baby soft belly, let my fingertips caress the
soft, hairless skin of his pubic mound, then very gently took
hold of his four inch erection.
I felt his naked body jerk instantly, astonished by the feel
of another boy holding his penis. It was intensely hard and
pulsing rhythmically, sticking out from his hairless body so
stiff that I'd never be able to bend it. I felt his chest swell-
ing faster beneath my cheek and I very tenderly pulled on his
penis, felt the tight covering of skin move gently over the
frantic hardness of his erection. There wasn't enough skin to
pull over his shiny penis head like there was on Eric's and the
young thing glowed pink, skinny little vein pulsing.
I could hear Robin starting to gasp with fear and excitement
and adored his innocent astonishment at the pleasure between his
legs. I was eager to feel the boy having an orgasm, but his
penis was so beautiful that I longed to suck on it, wondering
fearfully if the virgin boy would let me.
My heart started to beat faster again as I imagined sucking
on him. My hairless little penis was still very stiff, but all I
could think about was the wonderful boy laying beneath me. I
started to pray again, pray that the innocent prepubescent boy
would be too excited to stop me, then lifted my head and turned
to gaze at his beautiful chest.
His brown nipple was so pretty and I slowly leaned forward
and kissed it. I was still pulling gently on his boyhood, but I
wasn't rubbing it. My tongue slipped from my lips and I licked
the boy's nipple and bare chest, amazed by the wonderful taste of
his soft boy skin. He was crying a little as I gently sucked on
his nipple, hoping that I was doing the right thing, hoping that
if the boy first got used to me sucking his chest, maybe he would
be willing to let me suck other parts of him. It seemed to be
working for, though his small chest swelled dramatically for air,
he didn't tell me to stop.
Feeling excited by what I was doing to him, I slowly let my
tongue lick down the small mound of his boy chest and lovingly
across the smooth skin covering his hard ribs. His body was
shivering with nervous excitement and embarrassment, his belly
shuddering as my tongue found his little belly button, licking
all around it.
He was so astonished and confused by this time, that I doubt-
ed he would be able to drum up the bravery to stop me. Add to
that the fact that my hand was pulling steadily on his boyhood,
filling him with hormones, and I started to feel pretty confident
that he would be unable to stop for anything.
My tongue tasted and felt all sorts of new pleasures of his
skin as it licked lower on his belly, feeling small muscles in
his body quivering with more excitement, the boy unable to pro-
tect himself from me. I heard him gasp painfully as my hand took
hold of his penis and pulled it down, causing it to poke straight
up in madly throbbing hardness. I held it there as my lips moved
to the sacred mound between his legs, licking smooth skin that
would one day sprout the boy's pubescent peach fuzz but that was
now as soft and hairless as a newborn baby's. I could feel the
slender shaft of his four inch erection as my slimy tongue licked
around it.
Robin started crying from fear and pleasure and I knew I
couldn't waste too much time enjoying the hairless skin so close
to his boner. My skinny chest had slid low on his belly now and
he panted nervously as I turned on the bed, still holding his
rock hard young cock, spreading my legs apart so my little penis
was bared close to his eyes if he wanted to look at it.
My blue eyes gazed at his small cock as I held it in my hands
and my love for him filled it with tremendous beauty. My thumb
and finger were holding it near the middle and the knob of his
penis head was shining brightly with the uncomfortable angle of
his erection. I stared at it intently as my lips moved toward
it, felt like crying in adoration as I felt it press throbbing
and warm against my mouth.
Robin instantly let out a startled cry of astonishment and I
could well imagine how frightened he must have felt to feel such
things in his penis, much as I had felt only a couple of days
earlier when Eric had done it to me for the first time. I knew
his fear would leave him to be replaced by the wonderful discov-
ery of orgasm. I kissed his shiny penis head with so much adora-
tion and smiled as I felt the frightened boy squirm nervously,
his high pitched voice crying as if begging me not to do it.
I let my tongue slip out to lick my lips and tasted the bare
wonder of his hot penis. It tasted like his chest and belly had,
but the knowledge of the pleasure it could give him made it taste
more wonderful to me. I held it against my slimy lips, pursing
them so they could gently squeeze his penis as I slipped it
inside my mouth. I could feel his belly and chest ripple with
little muscles as his slender young body tightened in astonished
pleasure, and felt myself smiling with happiness. I could feel
his hard penis head press its eager way passed my lips, felt the
hard ridge to his shaft move inside, the small boy head sliding
onto my wet, mushy tongue. I licked across it delightedly, like
Eric had done to mine and felt his body squirm more, his childish
voice letting out a steady stream of boyish cries and wondrous
moans. Slowly I let it rub down my tongue, felt the slender
shaft of his boyhood pulsing between my lips.
Although his erection was only four inches long and was very
slender, I couldn't put it all inside and soon felt his penis
head pressing against the back of my throat. Briefly, I started
to gag, but I caught myself and was more careful not to push it
so far in (deep throating was still a concept my young mind had
not imagined). I held his penis there for a moment, enjoying its
hard throbbing on my tongue, begging for release, felt his baby
soft body gently squirming, listened to his young, astonished
cries with love. The boy was totally in my power and I knew that
he could do nothing to protect his innocence now.
Filled with happy joy, I let his penis slip slowly out of my
mouth, letting my slimy lips rub over his naked penis head,
coating it with my saliva, then going back down on him again,
sending a jolt of pleasure through his young body until his penis
head returned to the back of my mouth. I repeated this motion
over and over again, not varying it, feeling the pleasure mount-
ing between his legs, knowing the boy was feeling more physical
joy than he had ever dreamt of. His penis lost not a bit of its
hardness, only the softness of his skin making it feel less hard
than a slender piece of rock. I went down on him over and over
again until the helpless boy cried out loudly and desperately,
his voice filled with fear and wonder at the same time.
His slender young body suddenly stiffened frantically beneath
me and I was so astonished that I stopped sliding his penis in
and out, just lay there holding it on my tongue, feeling orgasm
ravage his tender innocence. The twelve year old cried out and
his hard body shuddered all over with the frantic tightening of
his boy muscles. I could hear him crying now, unable to contain
his fear and joy. With tense, quick bursts of passion, Robin's
young hips jerked forward, shaking the bed though they barely
moved. I could feel his penis flexing between my lips and I
closed my eyes and worshipped his orgasm, his marvelous perfec-
tion.
I felt so attuned to his pleasure that I was astonished to
suddenly taste a sweet liquid squirting from his penis head. I
had assumed that the boy didn't have sperm since he didn't have
any pubic hair but the taste was unmistakable, though it did
taste sweeter and not as slimy as Eric's. The child's erection
squirt several times, but I could feel nothing more than little
droplets of thin juice ejaculate on my tongue. It tasted so
wonderful that I wished his penis would never stop squirting, but
the young boy couldn't manage a feat like that. I would have
been thrilled if I could have let his orgasm go on forever and do
nothing but taste his sperm squirting onto my tongue.
The boy collapsed in a softly sobbing mass of beauty beneath
me and I lay there holding his penis in my mouth for a long time.
I didn't want to stop while he was still so scared. Soon, he
would realize how nice it was and then I could be there to share
it. In the meantime, I lay there feeling his erection start to
soften from deep inside, feeling the young head grow smaller, the
slender shaft thinner and limp. It didn't take very long for the
boy to lose his erection, but the feel of his rubbery penis
between my lips was nice too and I wasn't in any great hurry to
let it go.
I heard his boyish cries become steady panting and slowly let
his penis slip out. It fell on his hairless testicles, laying
totally spent and totally limp in a coating of my slimy saliva.
I stared at its soft brown beauty with all my love and enjoyed
the soft hairless perfection of his boyhood. Even his penis head
lost its purple intensity and grew a beautiful shade of brown
that matched his little nipples.
Licking the slime from my lips, I pulled my knees up under-
neath me and sat up, gazing at his naked body and adoring it all
over again. The hairless penis between his legs just lay there
looking soggy and exhausted, while his small boy chest looked as
soft and wonderful as ever, swelling up and down as he gasped.
He looked so young and boyish, though he was comfortably more
developed than I was.
I looked up at his boyish face and could see that he had
actually shed some tears. Now, however, he was laying there with
his mouth hanging open as he gasped, staring at his penis in awe
and confusion. He looked so pretty, his neck so thin and smooth,
young collarbones poking out beneath his baby soft skin before
joining that exquisite boy chest.
I swallowed, feeling a little nervous. "Did you like it?" I
asked, fearing that maybe some boys didn't like having orgasms.
Robin swallowed too and his boyish eyes looked up at me. He
glanced down between my legs and I was embarrassed to discover my
two inch erection was still pulsing. When his eyes returned to
mine, I wanted to hold him so bad it hurt. He looked so fright-
ened and confused.
"What did you do?" his childish voice asked softly. He
looked so confused I thought he would start crying again.
"It's okay, Robin," I said, feeling ready to cry myself.
"All boys do it." I didn't really believe this, but I wanted to
convince myself as much as I did him. "Didn't you like it?"
The boy's small, beautiful shoulders gave a barely percepti-
ble shrug and he looked at his hairless boyhood again. "It's
really weird," he said softly.
I kept looking at his face, longing to see him smile again.
"Did you like it?" I asked again.
The adorable boy looked back at me and my heart raced with
love for him. "I guess so..." he said, watching my face as if
looking for a reaction.
I swallowed, feeling embarrassed. "I like it," I blushed,
having trouble holding his eyes.
"Does my Dad do it?" he asked.
I shook my head. "When you turn fourteen you have to get
married and can't do it anymore." As far as I knew, this was the
truth and I sat on my legs believing it completely.
"Oh," Robin said.
The boy had millions of questions and I was ill-prepared to
answer them. I tried, however, and soon my erection softened and
my hairless little penis lay innocently on my balls again. For
fifteen minutes we lay on our sides facing each other and talking
about boy sex. I told him about Eric and I, and told him about
what had happened at the boy's club the previous night. I didn't
tell him about the strange man, though, nor did I tell him any-
thing about Erin's strange departure. I somehow had the feeling
that I shouldn't. Otherwise, I told him what little I knew about
penises and boys and the beliefs of the Daireans.
For the most part, Robin still looked confused, but his
innocent young face watched intently and I knew he was listening.
He didn't try to get dressed or even suggest that we should and
his penis, about three inches long when it was soft, dangled over
and just touched his smooth thigh. Soon, he started to blush
again and a short time after that he smiled.
"I think we should go back downstairs before they come look-
ing for us," he said in the same shy voice he had used since our
encounter in the room had begun.
"We don't have to," I said, remembering how Eric had said
that boy friends could be naked together any time they wanted to
and not even an adult could tell them they couldn't.
Robin looked away and thought about this then shrugged his
thin, bare shoulders. "We better," he said.
"Okay."
I watched the beautiful boy's hairless penis dangling and
swinging around as he searched for his underpants. He found them
and I sadly watched his long smooth legs slip into them, watched
him hide his boyhood in their protective covering.
"Are you going to get dressed?" he blushed, grabbing his t-
shirt.
"I can't put that on by myself," I said, nodding toward the
diaper.
"Don't you have any other clothes?"
I blushed and felt very stupid because I definitely did have
other clothes and hadn't even thought about them. I jumped up,
little penises bouncing on my testicles, and took a pair of cut-
offs from the dresser. By the time I turned around, Robin was in
his underwear again and was watching me patiently, soft face
blushing. I smiled and blushed back at him, taking a t-shirt
from the drawer and slipping it over my skinny chest. Robin
still stood there looking at me and I desperately wanted to hug
him; not having sex, mind you, just to hold him. I didn't,
however. I had put the boy through enough for a while. I could
hug him later.
"Hey, do you want to go to the Boy's Club tonight?" I asked,
longing to introduce him to that magical place.
He blushed and shrugged. "My dad might not want me to stay
out that late," he said.
"So?" I said. "You can spend the night with us."
"Well..."
"Come on, Robin. It's fun."
"I guess if Dad says it's okay..."
I grinned delightedly, no less in love with the adorable boy.
We started toward the door and I was astonished and delighted
when the taller boy put his arm around my shoulders. I looked at
him in surprise, but he just smiled and blushed. He was still
smiling when he reached out and tried to open the door.
It was still locked.
I stood there in embarrassed uncertainty for a moment, won-
dering how we would ever get out again. Before I could come up
with any solutions, however, I heard a key turning in the lock
and the door was pushed open, Thorne walking casually into the
room with a knowing smile on his face.
"What'd I tell you?" he grinned scarcely looking at us.
"Just like breeding horses."
Robin was still holding my thin shoulders as his father moved
weakly into the room. He looked at his son and sighed, his eyes
quickly looking at me standing in shorts, over at my diaper on
the bed, then back down at his son.
"Come on, Robin," the man said. "Let's go home, now."
Thorne laughed to himself as I felt the young boy's arm leave
my shoulders, his long legs awkwardly moving him to his father.
"Master Throne?" I swallowed, astonished by my own bravado.
"Can Robin spend the night?"
Thorne laughed aloud this time, nudging Wellesley who didn't
seem very happy about it at all. "Put an idea in their heads...
He can stay if you want him to, Kelvin. He's your boy now."
"I think it would be better if Robin stayed at home tonight,"
Wellesley said, causing both Robin and I to look up at him.
"Can't do it, Bob," Thorne grinned. "If Kelvin and Robin
want to do it tonight, they get to. You and me, we don't have
any say about it anymore."
I was shocked and amazed when Wellesley suddenly grabbed
Thorne's lapels and shoved him up against the wall with almost
savage strength.
"Listen to me, you drunk bastard," he hissed through his
teeth. "Robin is my son, and I don't need you or anyone telling
me what he can or can't do."
Thorne looked astonished for only a moment, then a deadly
calm settled over him. "Get your hands off me," he said, terri-
fying me if not Wellesley.
Wellesley swallowed nervously and looked away. Slowly, his
hands slipped from Thorne's jacket and he stepped away.
"He belongs to Kelvin now, Wellesley," Thorne said, straight-
ening his jacket, his face brimming with anger he scarcely re-
leased. "You try to stop them and we'll burn you at the cross."
"He's my son," Wellesley said, sounding like he was going to
cry.
"Yeah, well in Dairean culture he stops being your son when
he starts loving boys. You paid for it, Wellesley. You can't
stop it now. Only they can."
Wellesley moved back to the door and leaned against the
frame, his blue eyes painfully looking at his embarrassed son.
"Robin, will you come home?" he asked, the sound of crying in his
voice. "You can stay if you want to..."
Robin look like he was already crying and quickly moved
across the short space that separated him from his father. He
held to him and buried his face against the man's body. "I want
to go with you, Dad," he said, sniffling.
Wellesley's hands rubbed across the boy's thin shoulders
through his t-shirt and down his silky, light brown hair. I
could see how much he loved the boy and I was jealous of Robin
for still more reason. The love between his father and him was
very strong and, despite my jealousy for both of them, I was glad
he had made the choice he had. I would have felt horrible if he
had wanted to stay.
"I'm taking my boy home," Wellesley said, turning and guiding
the boy out into the hallway.
Thorne shrugged, not looking at all drunk. "It's his choice,
Wellesley. Don't get too smug, though: he'll be back: he can't
help it. You're going to have to let him go someday."
Wellesley said nothing in return. Thorne and I stood there
in silence, me fearing I would never see the adorable boy again
and Thorne thinking whatever it was he did think. After a mo-
ment, we could hear the front door opening and closing.
Thorne turned to me and smiled, the same leering smile he
always gave. "Don't you worry, Kelvin," he said, eyes gazing down
my small body. "He'll be back. Give it a few hours, he won't be
able to help himself."
He turned back to the door and started to exit then stopped
and turned. "You done good, boy," he leered. With that, he
closed the door and was gone.
I felt so confused that I stood there for a long while. I
didn't understand any of it, but I felt like crying so I did. I
ran to the bed and threw myself down on the pillows, crying and
crying.
Very little time passed before the door to my room opened. I
was certain it was Thorne and I cried harder, burying my face
into the pillow and sobbing, wishing he would leave me alone in
my young heartache. The door closed and someone came over to the
bed. Big hands took hold of my thin shoulders and lifted me up.
I was in a warm embrace before I realized that the person holding
me was Eric. His long, thin arms held me tightly to his chest
and I felt his hands rubbing across my back and down my hair.
"It's okay, Kelvin," his boyish voice said. "I love you.
It's okay."