The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1: Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Eight
I could feel the soft pillows and silk coverings beneath me
as my naked body bounced up and down in the wagon. It took me a
long moment to remember where I was and I came to consciousness
very slowly. Oddly one of the last things I became aware of was
that there was a naked boy laying beside me, his arm feeling very
smooth and slender about my bare shoulders. I was, however, very
quickly aware that my penis was throbbing and filled with a
deeper hardness than it had felt before. The bouncing of the
wagon no doubt had a major effect on my little boner, but my
excitement was multiplied by tender fingers very gently stroking
the hairless skin between my legs.
I opened my eyes and looked down at them, the brown finger-
tips trembling slightly as they felt along my little erection.
It felt wonderful and yet painful and I felt myself longing for
the pleasure to climax in orgasm so it wouldn't have to stay so
stiff. I gasped boyishly, gazing nervously and helplessly down
at the boy's fingers touching it.
"You're awake," a sweet, soprano voice said softly. I turned
my head enough to find Erin's cute, boyish face smiling at me,
blushing that he'd been caught fondling me, but not stopping the
tender caresses on my penis. We were both naked, our smooth
bodies looking even smaller and softer against the creamy white
of the silk pillows that held us. He still held me around the
shoulders and I nervously looked down his body, saw his slender
chest pressed against my side, his smooth brown skin looking
beautiful against my pale white chest and belly. Between the
pubescent boy's thighs, his young penis stuck out straight and
throbbing as eagerly as mine was. The brown head was pushed
clear of his foreskin again, the tiny slit yawning open as if
ready to squirt his boyish seed. His black peach fuzz looked
adorable around the pretty smoothness of his penis.
Still gasping nervously, I slowly lay back down, my blue eyes
again turning to look at my little penis and the boy's fingers.
I could feel his other hand pressing his fingers up beneath my
armpit until warm palm could rub gently across the small mound of
my little chest. Tenderly, his lips pressed against my sensitive
ear and gently kissed down my neck and over my baby soft should-
er. I just lay there boyishly watching as his fingers fondled my
hairless scrotum and little testicles.
Erin's smooth, slender chest slid across mine as the boy's
lips kissed across my tiny nipples, gently sucked each of them
with his warm, tender mouth. His throbbing young manhood pressed
against my thigh and I could feel the weight of his naked body as
he slowly crawled up on top of me, his lips kissing back up my
neck and across my blushing cheek. The hand that had held my
penis slowly rubbed up my skinny body and over my rib cage while
the other slipped from behind my shoulders. Soon the older boy's
naked body was laying on top of me, his cute, brown face flushed
as he smiled lovingly down at me. His penis felt big and warm as
it throbbed against my stiff little boyhood and I could feel his
furry black peach fuzz rub gently against my naked penis head.
His hands held my thin shoulders for a moment, then slowly slid
down and slipped his fingers into my armpits, petting the smooth,
hairless skin tenderly.
He let out a gasp and a cute little cry of pleasure as I felt
his naked body ripple. Very slowly and very gently, he started
rubbing our young cocks against each other sending ever greater
pleasure and hardness through them. His long, smooth legs rubbed
against mine and I could feel the soft skin of his slender body
very gently rubbing against me, his ribs and abdomen rippling as
he moved. Looking down, I could see only the young teenager's
collarbones and the smoothness of his upper chest before his
brown skin met my pale body and hid all but their tender contact
as they rubbed. He felt so smooth and warm against me, his skin
as soft as the silk I was laying on. Uncertainly, I reached my
hands up and held onto his slender waist, reveling in the hard
feel of his young muscles as he squirmed on my small body. His
naked, skinny body felt heavy on top of me, but it was a nice
heavy, a gentle pressure that seemed to excite my immature penis
even more.
"That's it," Erin cooed as I moaned softly through my pant-
ing. His lips kissed my face again, across my nose and soft
cheeks. They just caressed my moist lips, then left them alone.
My mouth opened slightly, high pitched soprano moans of boyhood
escaping from my chest filled with pleasure and innocence. I
could feel his fingertips still caressing the hairless skin on my
underarms, a touch so gentle yet tickling me just enough to
excite me all the more. I felt his lips against my forehead and
over the blond bangs above and wished he would press them against
mine again.
The naked boy continued to rub very slowly on top of me, our
baby soft bodies pressing rhythmically against each other.
Erin's young cock felt warmer and harder against mine, though
still with the soft, rubbery touch of his soft foreskin as it
slid gently up and down on his young five inch boner. My little
penis seemed even smaller between our young bodies, but felt so
engorged with erection that it hardly seemed to be mine anymore.
Another boyish orgasm was welling along its short hairless length
and I lay still, as the fourteen year old gently coaxed my penis
to excitement. His thighs felt so smooth and hairless against
mine, a warm pleasure that made me love him all the more. I
could even feel the soft warmth of his enlarged, oval testicles
as his hairless scrotum pressed down against my round little
balls.
Soft crying noises escaped from my lips as I felt the rapid
rise of pressure and pleasure filling my little penis, my small,
naked body shivering with excitement beneath the gentle boy.
"You're so cute," the boy moaned, but my body was too filled with
pleasure to open my eyes and look at him. I could feel his hands
slip from my hairless armpits and chest and could feel him lay
farther over until his slender neck was pressed against mine and
the happy, moaning boy lay his head on my shoulder. His forearms
pressed down on either side of my skinny body and I could feel
his firm muscles as he started to rub faster on top of me.
His hips pulled back rhythmically the full length of his
young penis and then he slid it slowly back along my hairless
little dick, over and over again. This made me cry louder and my
arms slipped tighter around his skinny body and held on to him,
feeling the hard life beneath his soft skin. I could feel the
gentle ripples of his ribs through his back as the boy arched his
hips upward then slowly rested them back down. His penis felt
unbelievably beautiful as he tenderly made love to me and I was
so filled with pleasure that I knew my little mind would soon be
flooded with orgasm.
If Erin's rhythmic rubbing was exciting me, it was no less
exciting for him. He started to moan louder and started calling
me his little boy, telling me how much he loved me, how pretty I
was. Occasionally, he'd let out a startled cry of pleasure and I
could feel his young body stiffen in my arms. His young, soprano
moans were right next to my ear and I could feel their gentle
vibrations and the boy's moist breath as he gasped.
Orgasm swept over me by surprise and I cried out with boyish
delight and excitement. I grunted very quickly, high pitched,
excited grunts with every beat of my racing heart. I was intent-
ly aware of how wonderful it felt to have Erin's soft body rub-
bing against mine, to have the cute boy's penis stroking so
tenderly and happily against my excited little boyhood. It was
even exciting to feel the weight of his skinny body on top of me
as my little hips began to jerk boyishly and orgasm filled my
young heart and mind with pleasure. I could feel my little penis
desperately flexing and trying to spurt sperm that I was still
too young to have, but somehow just the feel of it jerking with
the effort excited me.
My delighted boyish grunts subsided into gasps for air as I
felt the peak of orgasm sweep across my little body with a tickl-
ish warmth that left me feeling weak and utterly satisfied. Erin
was still rubbing against me and moaning with boyish pleasure as
my muscles relaxed and grew limp beneath him. I just lay enjoy-
ing the pleasure in my belly and the soft joy of his hard, excit-
ed young body against me.
I felt the teenager's rock hard penis rub up my belly and he
suddenly started crawling rapidly higher on my body. His smooth
thighs straddled my skinny chest as he brought his penis toward
my face and his small butt sat on my little ribcage making it
hard for me to breathe. "Hurry!" he cried, and I could see his
large hand pointing his frantic penis at my mouth. Confused and
still weak from my own orgasm, I was slow to understand what he
wanted me to do, but, nonetheless managed to open my lips enough
for the young kid to plunge his brown penis head into my mouth.
The young boy started to ejaculate immediately. His smooth
abdomen rippled with muscles and he groaned loudly as his back
arched in intense orgasm. The throbbing penis in my mouth start-
ed squirting thin, young boy juice onto my tongue and I could
taste his seed mingling with my saliva. His penis head squirt
several times with boyish power, but he didn't have that much
sperm so I was able to swallow all of it. He had also managed to
keep from thrusting his hips forward so it was easy for me to
keep his excited dick between my lips. This effort, however,
made his skinny body stand out in ribs and slender cords of
muscle, so soft and beautiful beneath his tiny nipples.
As the last of his sperm squirt out, the boy's body visibly
relaxed, but he half laid there holding his penis in my mouth for
a while as I sucked the sweet cream out. I could feel it rapidly
softening against my tongue and gazed up at the relieved and
happy smile on Erin's cute face.
His fuzzy young cock slipped out of my slimy mouth already
almost limp and the teenager collapsed back on the pillows smil-
ing at me. "Taste good?" he blushed gently stroking my blond
hair as I blushed bashfully back at him. "You're such a good
boy," he said.
There was a knock on the back of the wagon and Jonathan stuck
his head in and grinned knowingly at our exhausted naked bodies
and limp penises. "We're almost to the border. Eric says you
guys better get dressed and get out here." He let the canopy fall
back into place and left us alone.
Erin groaned, but the two of us obediently crawled into the
worn clothes and boots which were to serve as our disguise. His
high pitched voice tried to engage me in conversation, but I
still felt shy after orgasm and didn't answer his questions with
more than a word or two. When we were both dressed, I followed
the young teenager to the back of the wagon and we jumped to the
dusty ground while it was still moving.
We had come out of the high mountains and were now rolling
down a dusty road in the foothills. There were some trees about,
so we had evidently left the desert behind as well. Jonathan was
riding one horse, and brought a second one over for Erin who
casually pulled himself up into the saddle despite the fact that
the horse was so much taller than he was.
"You guys shouldn't be so loud," Jonathan giggled. "Eric
says for you to ride in front, Kelvin," he added. "Do you like
doing it with little boys?" I heard him asking my young friend as
I ran ahead.
"I like Kelvin," Erin replied, only a little bashfully.
I ran giggling and happy toward the front of the wagon which
had pulled out quite a way while Erin had mounted. By the time I
reached the buckboard, I was panting heavily but nonetheless
tried to jump up on the rail.
"Hold on there, little guy," Eric laughed at my useless
efforts to reach the tall buckboard. He pulled the horses to a
stop and reached his arm down to me. I grabbed it and thankfully
allowed him to pull me up. Soon I was sitting beside the mys-
terious man and enjoying the leisurely ride in the warm sunlight.
I was still frightened by him, but oddly comforted too.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked me after a few minutes.
I nodded with a boyish smile.
"That's good. It's going to be a long day... a long several
days."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Raykov is our first stop," he said. "We'll be able to rest
there for a few days. Then on to Labar. We need to pick someone
up there."
"Tod," I said absently. "Hey, there's a deer," I grinned
pointing at a small, white splotched fawn that had wandered near
the road.
"What did you say?" Eric asked suddenly.
"There's a baby deer," I repeated, smiling to him and still
pointing at the small animal.
"No. How do you know about Tod?" The look on the man's face
was very intense and I was momentarily frightened.
"Somebody told me," I shrugged, uncertain how I knew myself.
Eric smiled suddenly and rustled my blond hair. "I'm sure
they did, Kelvin. We'll call you Kely from now on, if you don't
mind. When I hear the name Kelvin I think of somebody a lot
older than you." I smiled happily and Eric reached up and gently
squeezed the nape of my neck. He turned back over the horses, a
distant smile on his face that never seemed to fade. I was
already starting to like him more and he didn't scare me in the
slightest.
"'Eleven men came who would be boys,
Kept safe in youthful grace and poise,
And found a land as fair as Jove's,
Forever in youth these boys of Kovz.'"
"What's that?" I asked about his strange words.
"It's an old poem," he explained, smiling. "A friend of mine
wrote it long ago."
"Tell me some more," I said, curious about the things he
said.
Eric smiled down at me happily. "What would you lie to know,
my boy?" he asked, looking thoroughly happy. "I'm not young
enough to know everything, but I'll give it my best shot."
The way he said this made me know he was teasing me or making
a joke and I giggled a little so it looked like I'd gotten it.
"What's Raykovz like?" He was so much bigger than me that I had
to crane my neck to look up at him.
"Oh, it's fun," he said expansively.
"It is?" I liked fun things.
"Oh, yes," he said, still smiling delightedly at my boyish
enthusiasm. "There are palaces and kings and queens and a million
people to look at and make fun of."
"What's a queen?" I asked. Kings sounded familiar to me
somehow. Queens seemed like a strange concept.
"Well," Eric laughed out loud. "That depends on which world
you're on."
"What do you mean?" I asked boyishly.
"Nothing," he laughed. "A queen is a woman who rules a
country."
"Oh," I said, feeling a little disappointed somehow. "Are
they nice?"
"Some of them are," Eric nodded. "Others are wicked and evil
and like to boil little boys in hot oil." My blue eyes widened at
this thought. Queens didn't sound very nice. "Eric laughed at
my reaction. "I'm kidding," he said, his big hand gently squeez-
ing my bony little knee.
"What are the queens in Raykov like?"
"Actually..." Eric said, looking a little sheepish. "Raykov
doesn't have a queen."
"But you said..." I began, feeling confused.
"Well, you're a sharp little kid, aren't you?" he cut me off,
making me feel embarrassed. "No. Raykov has one king and he
lives in a huge palace."
"Is he nice?" I asked. Somehow the question of whether
someone was nice or not meant a lot to me.
"Uh, sure," Eric replied. "He's a friend of ours. He'll be
glad to see us." The way he said this didn't sound very comfort-
ing somehow, but I didn't pursue it.
We talked for more than an hour like this, with me drilling
him with question after question. He was very patient with me,
however, and answered all of them as best he could. He joked
sometimes, but I could tell he was trying to be honest with me
and that made me like him all the more.
"Eric," Jonathan said, suddenly riding up beside us on the
buckboard. "The border is up ahead. Maybe he should put on one
of the robes until we're across."
"No," Eric said, his handsome face growing suddenly stern.
"They couldn't have gotten word of your escape yet, and I don't
want to risk them finding out we're using magic to hide someth-
ing."
Jonathan nodded obediently and reigned his horse back behind
the wagon. "Don't worry," Eric smiled in response to my concerned
gaze at the road ahead. "Things are a little more tolerant in the
Raykov Kingdom. We'll be safe soon."
"Then why are they guarding their border so much?" I asked,
seeing the two huge guards posted at a barricade to the Raykov
Kingdom.
Eric laughed. "They're not. Raykov isn't at all concerned
about us coming in. The problem is going to be getting Tarsec to
let us out."
"Why?"
"Well, Tarsec is completely ruled by the Daireans. That's
the name of the religious order that took you and Erin prisoner;
it's also the one that the Thorne's belong to. The Daireans are
very protective of the boys in their society because they fre-
quently go to war and they need a lot of men. Anyway, they're
very careful about letting boys come and go, which is also why
they hate Kovz Boys so much."
"I don't understand," I said.
"You'll understand later."
"Are there Daireans in Raykov?" I asked.
"There are Daireans everywhere, but they're not very powerful
in Raykov or in Labar either. There's the border. Now, you just
sit there and don't say anything, alright? No matter what they
do, you just keep still. We'll be okay once we get across."
The roadblock that constituted the border grew larger as we
rounded a bend in the road. There was a small shack beside the
long slab of rock that blocked our way. A green shimmering ran
north and south of the roadblock completely sealing Tarsec from
the land beyond. I could feel my heart catch in my chest as the
two men appeared from the shack wearing the black robes and
silver crosses of Holy Warriors. I remembered Holy Warriors very
well and I felt a painful feeling in my chest when I thought
about Eric Thorne still in their clutches back in Tarsec Village.
One of the men raised up a hand and Eric pulled the wagon to a
stop before him. Both men held the same hollow tubes the men had
held when they started to burn Erin and I at the stake.
The man scowled at Eric a moment then walked around to my
side of the wagon. "You boys come up here," he motioned to Erin
and Jonathan, and the two youths obediently brought their horses
up to us. The man turned to me and I could feel a cold shiver
along my spine.
"Where you coming from?" he asked.
"Martel," Eric said.
"With three boys?" the man looked doubtful.
"They're not boys, they're cargo," Eric shrugged. "I'm
taking them and some textiles to Labar. They're paying well for
soldiers, I hear."
"Yeah," the man said. "It may be that we're payin' better."
"No better than the King's guard, I'm thinking."
"This one's little more than a child," he scowled at me.
"They don't buy child soldiers."
"He's a might pretty boy, though," Eric said. "Soldiers need
their fun, too..."
"Heathen!" the man spat. "Sell the child to us. We'll make
sure he has a nice home in Tarsec."
"Yes," Eric said, his lip curling slightly and his voice
tinged with disgust. "And you'll breed him like a farm animal
won't you?"
The guard obviously recognized Eric's enmity for the Holy
Warriors and he suddenly grew very unpleasant. "Let's see your
writ of passage."
There was a momentary pause that made me shiver again.
"We don't have a writ..."
"Can't transfer boys across Tarsec without a writ. I'm going
to have to confiscate all three of them."
"As I was saying... we don't have a writ, but we do have
money."
"Trying to bribe a border guard, huh? That'll cost you
everything, mister."
"Jonathan, open the gate," Eric commanded suddenly. It took
me a moment to realize that everything had frozen except for us.
The guards stood looking at us with the same melevolent faces
they'd been looking at us with but there wasn't any motion in
them at all.
Jonathan nervously jerked his horse toward the gate. I felt
terrified and hoped that we got away before the guards started
moving again. I sat there beside Eric and anxiously watched as
Jonathan's muscular young arms tried to pull the rock gate aside.
"It won't open," he gasped.
"Alright," Eric said, sounding calm but on edge at the same
time. "Grab their rods."
Erin reared his horse forward and each of the boys grabbed
the rods from the frozen guards' hands.
"Hey!" the second guard exclaimed coming back into action.
Jonathan swallowed and nervously atop his horse and gingerly
tossed the rod back to Eric. Eric caught it neatly, flashed it
at the second guard to keep him from pulling Jonathan from his
saddle, then spun it around on the first guard. "Just back off
now," he ordered, his voice steely and resolute. The guard stood
his ground nervously.
"Only a Holy Warrior can operate those rods," he challenged.
Eric spun the rod toward the shack and the small structure
exploded in flames. "Now back off!" he repeated bringing the rod
back on the man. The guard swallowed with shock and fear at the
burning shack and slowly backed away from us. "Get that gate
open," Eric ordered him.
"And burn a million deaths? I prefer to die but once."
"Suit yourself." The guard exploded where he stood, the blast
from the rod striking him in the center of his chest and sending
his head and extremities flying backward through the air. I
screamed in horror despite myself. Eric scarcely paused, howev-
er. He brought the rod toward the gate and for a long moment
nothing happened, then I could see the granite stone beginning to
glow red. After a few seconds, it exploded away from us with a
tremendous bang that shook my teeth and made my ears ache. The
second guard started to break for the woods. Eric whirled the
rod at him, but then slowly lowered it, letting the man go.
"Move," he ordered the others. I felt sick to my stomach,
the image of the guard filling my brain with revulsion and I
buried my face against Eric as he drove the wagon forward. I
thought I would fly from the wagon, so madly did it bounce over
the remains of the gate, but absently wrapped my skinny arms
around the man's waist and held on as the wagon raced ahead.
After we'd cleared the rubble of the gate, the road became smooth
dirt and Eric drove the horses far from the sight of the carnage
and the border.
More than fifteen minutes of high speed retreat had passed
before he finally pulled on the reigns and slowed the horses
down. The wagon came to a halt and I could hear Erin and Jo-
nathan's horses coming up to us. Eric grabbed my thin shoulders
and jerked me up to face him. Only then did I realize that I was
still screaming, my throat already raw with horror.
"Stop it!" Eric yelled at me and shook me. "Do you hear me!?
Stop it!" I finally managed to overcome my screams and collapsed
against him sobbing.
"What's wrong with him?" I heard Erin's young voice ask.
"He's okay," Eric said. "He's just scared." I could feel his
large hand stroking my hair and across my thin shoulders through
my shirt. Gradually I managed to stop crying. My red, tear-
stained face looked about, Erin and Jonathan still looking at me
in uncertainty. I became more embarrassed than frightened, and
tried to wipe my tears off on my shirt sleeve. "We need to keep
moving," Eric said. "They'll be looking for us, now."
I nodded that I understood and soon the wagon was continuing
on down the road at a more normal pace, me wiping my nose and
letting the cool breeze dry my face.
We didn't stop all the rest of that day, save twice to water
the horses and once for me to go to the bathroom in the woods.
By evening we were all terribly hungry and tired. We pulled the
wagon off into a clearing almost half a mile from the road, and
Eric allowed us to have a fire to fix dinner by. After eating, we
sat around the fire for an hour and I even laughed uncomfortably
about the guard we had killed; Erin and Jonathan were making
jokes about how his body blew up and were giggling and I didn't
want to look like more of a sissy than I did already. It wasn't
a terribly humane reaction, but it made me feel better somehow.
"Are we going to sleep in the wagon?" Erin asked with a
boyish smile as the fire began to die.
"Not me," Eric smiled. "You boys go ahead and have fun."
"Come on, Kely," Erin grinned, the name having settled on me.
"Nah," I said, uncertain if I was allowed to say no. "I
think I'll sleep out here."
The smile slipped from Erin's face and he looked at me in
confusion a moment. "Okay," he said, softly. He looked disap-
pointed, but was soon giggling with Jonathan as the two boys got
up and went to the wagon. I watched as Jonathan's muscular arms
helped the smaller boy to crawl up inside.
I looked back at the fire feeling a little sad, and realized
that Eric was looking at me. I looked back at him uncertainly.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
I shrugged. I could hear Erin's high-pitched giggles start-
ing to sound from the wagon, but didn't turn to look.
Eric brought me a bedroll and I crawled into it, still wear-
ing all my clothes but my boots. In no time I was fast asleep.
Images of the dead man floated around in my brain and fright-
ened me. I could see his disembodied head talking to me, could
see the blood still spurting from his neck, shoulders and thighs.
Suddenly, I could feel someone else in my dreams. It felt almost
like Eric but it was someone else. The new person took the
horrible images away and calmed me into deeper, dreamless sleep.
"I've sent for John and Brendan."
"That's a good idea. You may need some more help."
"He seems to know something about you."
"Yes, I think he can overhear me when he's asleep even with-
out the necklace. It's okay though. He just thinks he's dream-
ing. It wasn't a very effective close out this time though."
"It's effective enough. He's just about the most innocent
boy I can remember."
"Kelvin," Eric's voice said as he gently shook me awake.
"Time to get up."
I opened my eyes and yawned. Eric had already started making
breakfast and it smelled delicious. "Where's Erin and Jonathan?"
I asked. Eric tilted his head toward the wagon and I looked. It
was moving rhythmically back and forth and I could hear the two
boys moaning and grunting through the cover. I giggled and
blushed at Eric.
"Go play with them," he encouraged, with a happy smile.
"Nah," I blushed. I crawled out of the bedroll and stretched
my small limbs.
"There's a creek down there if you want to take a bath," he
said.
"In a creek?" I asked. I guess it was like skinny dipping,
but baths were baths and skinny dipping was skinny dipping.
"Sure. Why not? Breakfast won't be ready for a little
while."
I did feel pretty grimy from sleeping in my clothes and a
little water would feel nice. "Okay," I said.
"Here," Eric said as I started to walk away. I turned and he
tossed me a bar of soap. My small hands fumbled with it and it
fell to the dirt. Blushing shyly at my clumsiness, I picked it up
and continued on my way.
I could hear the sound of the creek as I approached it and it
appeared from the trees looking clear and incredibly cold. My
fingers slipped into the crystal water and confirmed that it was
as cold as it looked. With a boyish shiver and giggle, I sat
down on a rock and started taking my clothes off.
"Jonathan, don't!" I heard a loud squeal from the woods
behind me. I turned and saw Erin's skinny, naked body running
awkwardly over the rough ground toward the water. His big feet
were bare and obviously weren't used to running across the
ground. "Ow," he giggled painfully. His young, brown penis
bounced and dangled between his thin thighs with every step,
looking very limp and boyish, the small head completely covered
by his fleshy foreskin. I grinned at how funny he looked with
his slender arms trying to balance his skinny body down toward
the water, but the boy didn't look up to see me. He looked
beautiful.
Jonathan appeared through the trees about twenty feet behind
him, just as bare assed naked and just as awkward as he chased
the younger boy. His cute face was grinning broadly as he fought
to catch up with Erin. I gazed at Jonathan's naked body with
greater curiosity, for he was the first boy I had seen who was so
mature, even more so than Sandy at the orphanage two weeks be-
fore. For one thing, Jonathan was more muscular than the younger
boys I had been with. His chest bulged with young muscle beneath
smooth, tanned skin, and it flared out with adolescent youth,
leading to shoulders and arms that were more than twice as thick
as mine. As he tried to balance himself, I could see curly brown
hair on his underarms. His chest tapered to a slender abdomen
that rippled with muscles. His uncircumcised penis was bouncing
around like Erin's and looked a little bigger than the younger
boy's. What caught my eye most was the bush of curly pubic hairs
that surrounded his pale penis, for he had more pubic hair than
any boy I had ever seen. The large testicles beneath his penis
were still hairless as was his slender belly, but the boy defi-
nitely had a well developed bush. His legs were as muscular as
his upper body, and were as smooth and hairless as his chest and
abdomen. It was just his pubic hair that was so different.
"Yiiy!" Erin squealed as his bare feet slipped into the
water. His arms quickly grabbed his skinny chest and he stood
shivering and nervously giggling as he watched Jonathan approach-
ing. "Don't, Jonathan," he begged. "It's freezing."
Jonathan just giggled wickedly and hurried toward the naked
boy.
"Jonathan. Please..."
The older boy's body visibly tensed as his feet entered the
icy water but he still reached out and grabbed Erin's skinny
body. "Jonathan!" Erin screamed again as the young adolescent's
muscular arms encircled the skinny fourteen year old, dragging
his cute, pale penis across Erin's brown thigh as he turned the
boy toward the water. Erin suddenly tried to turn back and grab
Jonathan's strong chest, but the older boy just laughed and threw
him out into the deeper part of the creek like he weighed less
than me.
The skinny pubescent boy tried to keep his feet on the slip-
pery round rocks of the creek bottom, but he was awkward and
clumsy and could do it. With a loud squeal, he tumbled forward
and his naked body slipped into the water with a violent splash
of protest. Beneath the surface, I could still see his pretty
body clearly through the fresh water as it twisted and tried to
right itself. He broke surface and immediately let out a yelp and
brushed the water from his dark hair, gasping frantically. The
creek came up to his brown nipples which were now shrunken into
tiny dots from the cold. His pale brown skin was covered in
goose bumps all across his skinny rib cage. I smiled, delighted
by how pretty he looked in the frozen water, and could see his
large feet struggling to keep his balance on the slimy rocks as
he stood shivering.
"Damn you!" he giggled, his body contorting with shivers, the
small goose bumps appearing all over his smooth, clear skin. He
was gasping loudly as he looked around for another way to shore,
one that wouldn't require him to walk passed Jonathan again. His
big brown eyes fell on me standing on the rock and he smiled
broadly. I had taken my shirt and socks off and stood there bare
chested in my jeans watching the two naked boys. "Hey, Kely,"
Erin grinned.
I giggled at being spotted but turned and saw Jonathan smil-
ing mischievously at me. "Ah, a little boy," he grinned coming
toward me. "You want to go swimming, little boy?"
"No," I stammered trying to back away as the taller boy
neared me. He reached down in the creek and threw a handful of
ice cold water at me, the freezing drops hitting my skinny chest
and causing me to squeal. I could already feel my skin wiggling
with goose bumps as I tried to back away from the creek, but my
bare feet were even softer than Erin's and the small sticks and
rocks hurt. I felt more freezing water being splashed at me,
striking my back, my skinny little body contorting to get away
from it. Almost immediately I could feel Jonathan's strong hands
grab my little shoulders.
"Oh, no you don't," he grinned, lifting me into his arms like
I didn't weigh anything at all.
"No, don't," I squealed childishly as the boy walked back
into the water. Reflexively, I grabbed him around the neck and
pulled my small chest against his strong muscles. "Please,
Jonathan," I begged, clutching frantically to him and hoping he
would show mercy to a little boy. He felt so smooth and soft and
I liked the round contours of his hard muscles, but I was too
frightened of being dumped in the creek to take too much notice.
Jonathan just grinned. When the water was up to his knees,
he effortlessly flung my little body outward and my hands slipped
from his neck. The freezing creek engulfed me sending arrows of
exciting cold shooting through my chest and body. It was diffi-
cult to maneuver my skinny legs, my blue jeans feeling even
tighter in the cold water. Still, I wrestled my body around,
found the bottom and quickly thrust my head back out gasping
madly for the warm air above. Like Erin, the water came up to my
nipples which were shrunk even tinier than his. I held my arms
up and brushed the water from my face, oblivious of the other
boys as I instinctively tried to get back to the warmth of the
shore.
Erin's hands took hold of my shoulders and held me there.
"Don't get out," he giggled. "It's okay once you get used to
it." I could feel his arms pulling me back against him, felt his
thin chest press against my back as his arms enfolded my small
body. I giggled nervously, feeling like I was frozen, as I felt
the boy's large hands rub up and down my belly, his skinny chest
feeling warm against my little shoulder blades even if the water
was freezing. Jonathan stood where he had thrown me and watched
us with his hands on his hips, hairy young penis looking a little
smaller as if hung between his legs. I giggled from the ticklish
pleasures of Erin's caresses and from embarrassment at seeing the
mature penis of the adolescent boy before me. I suddenly felt
Erin's long fingers grabbing for my wet jeans and giggled with
nervous embarrassment as I felt him unsnap them and slowly pull
the zipper down. His breath felt warm against my neck as I felt
his hand slip down into my pants and grab my tiny, hairless
penis. It was so little now that even Erin giggled at its short
one inch length, his tender fingers rubbing the hairless skin and
little testicles around it. It felt nice, particulalrly since
his hand felt much warmer than the water did.
Jonathan just watched us with a huge grin on his face, his
own penis shrinking with the cold though it hadn't been in the
water yet. He looked so soft and I felt a deep desire to have
his strong arms hold me against that muscular chest. As clear as
the water was, I knew he could see my little penis as Erin fon-
dled it and I blushed despite the cold.
Erin took a step back from me and I felt him start pushing my
pants down my thin legs. "Well, help," he giggled. I giggled
too and reached my own arms down into the icy water to push the
wet jeans down until I could lift my legs free of them. The
water felt even colder against my naked thighs and tiny boyhood
as my feet slipped free of the jeans. I was as naked as Erin and
Jonathan and stood there shivering and waiting for the other boy
to rub my penis with hsi warm hand again. Erin immediately
pulled me back against his smooth, shivering body and I stood
with my arms again free of the water as the young boy's hands
held and rubbed my skinny chest and belly, his small chest
against my thin shoulders. I giggled as I felt his naked penis
press against the crack of my butt and Erin lay his smooth cheek
down on my shoulder as his hands finally slipped between my legs
and started fondled my frozen little penis.
There was a sudden commotion on shore and Jonathan's naked
body was suddenly hurling through the air towards us, his naked
penis flailing between his legs. He hit the water a few feet
from us and Erin and I reflexively recoiled from the boy's big
splash. We were a little confused about how suddenly he'd dived
in, but turned and found Eric's adult body walking back to shore.
His green pants were wet up to his knees. He wiped his hands off
on his shirt with a big grin and Erin and I giggled and cheered
him.
"You guys better get out of there, before he gets up," he
warned us. Erin and I were still giggling as we started to run
awkwardly up toward shore. I was stumbling all over the place and
would have fallen if Erin's big hands didn't hold my armpits and
help me along. We could hear Jonathan jump from the water with a
loud yelp, but by that time we were already almost out of the
creek, our penises shrunken fiercely by the cold and sticking out
from our bodies too short to hang down on our hairless testicles.
"That wasn't fair," Jonathan laughed, hitting the water with
his hand. It only came up to the taller boy's belly button though
he was as deep as Erin and I had been.
"Stop being a bully," Eric grinned at the eldest boy. He
turned and looked over my skinny, naked little body and his eyes
suddenly filled with a pained longing that I didn't understand.
He was still smiling, however, so I just blushed back. He smiled
down at me and tousled my wet hair affectionately, then started
back toward the campsite. "Breakfast will be ready in ten
minutes," he said.
"Come on," Erin giggled. He pushed my skinny body toward the
rock where my socks and shirt still lay and we crawled shivering
up on it, our arms cradling our naked bodies, as Jonathan started
toward us. Our skinny bodies were covered with goose bumps and
our teeth were chattering. I could see both our knees wiggling
uncontrollably.
"Hey, get my pants," I said, realizing that Jonathan was
walking past the place Erin had left them.
I felt Erin's big hands taking hold of my small shoulders and
the young teenager gently guided me to sit down on the rock
beside him. It felt warm against my frozen little bottom and we
both stretched our legs out across it, our young penises looking
adorable together, both looking tiny from the cold. Erin's was
only a little bit bigger than mine and had gotten so small that
his foreskin was forming a slender tube of flesh at the end. I
could see little goose bumps where his soft peach fuzz joined his
smooth belly.
Jonathan found my pants and submerged himself to grab them.
He walked over to us still smiling. He balled my jeans up and
tossed them on the shore away from us, then crawled up toward the
rock we sat on, his blue eyes gazing at our little penises,
mostly mine. "Cold?" he smiled, still standing in the water at
our feet.
Erin and I giggled still clutching our shivering chests.
Jonathan crawled up between my legs, his large hands holding my
thin thighs tenderly. I could see his shrunken penis press
against the warm rock around his pubic hair as the adolescent
boy's lips reached up and kissed mine. It was still about three
inches long, a whole lot bigger than Erin's and mine. I could
only giggle nervously and this made Jonathan smile as he kissed
me. His mouth felt really warm after the coldness of the creek
and I didn't want him to stop. His fingers crept between my legs
and they started fondling my hairless little penis.
"I know how to warm you up," he said, his warm lips slipping
from mine. His cute young face descended down my skinny chest and
belly and engulfed my little penis into a mouth that was unbe-
lievably warm and slimy. I could feel and see his wet hair
pressed against my belly and that was cold, but the tongue that
started licking my tiny boyhood felt wonderful. I looked at Erin
who grinned back at me, his brown hands slowly pushing back on my
small chest until I was laying down on the rock, my little penis
in the older boy's mouth.
Jonathan's tongue slipped down and I felt his lips descend
over my tiny scrotum until my entire boyhood was in the beautiful
warmth and slime of the adolescent's loving mouth. I could feel
him gently sucking the little organ as his tongue licked across
the hairless skin that covered my little testicles.
"I bet that feels warmer," Erin grinned. His skinny chest
crawled pressed against the side of mine and he lay stroking my
small body and smiling at me as I gasped softly with excitement.
My head was against a bump in the rock and I tried to get away
from it. "Too hard?" Erin asked. With a happy grin the boy took
his warm chest away, which I regretted instantly, and moved
around above me. I could feel him raising my thin shoulders and
felt his legs slide down on either side of my chest. When he
lowered my head again, I could feel it press back into the soft,
smooth pillow of the boy's belly, his young penis, still feeling
cold, laying down against my neck. I could even feel the soft
fuzz between his legs against the nape of my neck and the thought
of his penis there was very exciting somehow. His large hands
slid down on my shoulders and started to rub rhythmically across
my small chest and tiny nipples.
This new position allowed both of us to look down and see my
hairless penis and scrotum disappear into Jonathan's slimy red
lips. The boy slowly allowed the little penis to slide out and
it emerged glistening with slime and back to its full boyish size
though still limp. He sucked just the shaft into his mouth then
and the hairless little rubbery thing looked so cute as he sucked
on it. I gasped louder as I felt my boyish erection quickly
stiffen in my little penis and heard Jonathan moan delightedly.
I was stiff and throbbing in seconds and Jonathan let my penis
free to look at its erection a moment. It stuck out straight
with childish pulses of excitement, looking so slimy and so very
young. Most, I suppose the adolescent was gazing at the naked
little head, purple and shining with an intensely hard erection,
the smooth skin forming a perfect knob of sensitive boyish pleas-
ure, completely free of the foreskins the other boys had. I
envied them their foreskins, but they always seemed fascinated by
my little head and with how tight the skin on my shaft was, tight
enough to expose the thin, pulsing, baby blue vein that ran half
way along the top of it.
Jonathan's fingers very tenderly took hold of my little penis
and felt along its short, skinny length. I gasped boyishly as
his slimy fingertips felt the hard ridge of my little penis head
and gently petted the smooth, hairless flesh around my boyhood.
With reverential tenderness, the adolescent boy leaned forward
and kissed the shiny purple head, rubbing the ridge all across
his lips and sliding the little dick inside his warm mouth just
enough to suck on that small knob. His obvious delight about my
penis was exciting Erin as much as it was exciting me and I could
feel his half erect penis poking against the back of my ear. His
big hands continued to caress my naked chest as I lay back bet-
ween his legs and the excitement of having two boys playing with
my youth produced a strange new excitement. I could feel Erin's
fingers pressing beneath my arms to stroke the hairless underarms
he loved so much and felt his cock growing warmer and harder
against my neck. It was so nice to be played with by two boys at
once that I was already imagining how much fun the wagon was
going to be that night, even as the pleasure of orgasm was in my
boyhood.
Jonathan slid all of my little erection down into his mouth
and my body tensed immediately with a wave of pleasure. I
watched as the little thing slid back out his lips only to be
slowly reinserted again and again into the slimy warmth. His
large hands rubbed up my sides and held to my skinny abdomen, his
fingers caressing my flat belly as tenderly as Erin caressed my
chest and armpits, his lips rubbing up and down on my throbbing
boyhood all the while. I was scarcely aware of how loudly I had
begun to moan, so enraptured was I of all the exciting and gentle
things being done to my little body.
Erin's young cock was now throbbing as madly as mine was and
the pubescent boy was gasping above me as he rubbed the hard
organ against my neck. His hands seemed to take even more excite-
ment out of rubbing my little chest and his fingers fondled my
erect little nipples gently as he stared at my hairless little
penis poking between the eldest boy's lips. The sun and Erin's
rubbing were making my body dry very quickly and my little heart
was beating so quickly that I had lost all sensation of the icy
creek. All I could feel now was warmth and pleasure, and the
intense hardness of the prepubescent orgasm welling behind my
little erection.
I cried softly but frantically as orgasm began to sweep down
the little penis in Jonathan's lips and all across my boyish
thoughts. Erin responded by pressing against my chest as he
rubbed it making it harder for me to get the air I so badly
desired. I was squirming slowly on the rock and could feel the
young boy's hard penis and soft peach fuzz rub against my neck as
I moved. Jonathan just kept plunging my hairless little penis in
and out of his mouth until I was absolutely consumed in boyish
orgasm.
My pleasure took an immense leap and I let out long, squeaky
moans as orgasm ravaged me. I was scarcely aware of my little
body tightening until it began to jerk frantically, orgasmic joy
flooding my tummy and making every nerve in my body tingle with
pleasure. Erin cooed his delight as he watched my skinny little
body jerking on the rock, as if he could feel all my pleasure
just by seeing my boyish face and squirming body jerking quickly.
The world rushed back into me as the intense heights of orgasm
quickly peaked and plummeted me down to a soft, happy landing of
warmth and relaxation. My small muscles seemed to relax more
with every gasp until I lay happy and exhausted on the rock,
feeling the warm sun and the cool breeze against my naked body.
Jonathan's fingers took hold of my softening penis as his
lips slowly slid away from it. He looked up at me, at my happy,
boyish smile, but didn't smile; just looked across my naked youth
with awe and love, his fingers holding my slimy, softening little
boyhood. Erin squeezed my neck and I could feel his wrist press
his hard erection against my skin. I still felt weak with pleas-
ure, but knew that Erin wanted relief as badly as I had. It was
time for me to suck his penis and I obediently sat up boyishly
ready to play with my young friend.
My little penis fell between my legs as I sat grinning and
blushing. Jonathan stood up still staring at me and I could see
his big, hairy penis sticking out stiff and throbbing now. It
looked so funny on his young, muscular body and I smiled at the
flesh covered, six inch organ wondering what it would feel like
in my mouth. I was suddenly confused, however, for I didn't know
what boy I was supposed to play with. Erin solved my problem
when I felt his large hands turning my naked body around. I
turned my head and smiled at him, sitting on the rock with his
five and a half inch penis sticking out throbbing between his
smooth, creamy thighs. He blushed down at it and looked at me
expectantly. Erin was so unbelievably cute, and his brown penis,
the head already freed of his foreskin, looked adorable, throb-
bing with pubescent desire. I gazed at the soft, black peach
fuzz and grinned at it shyly. Understanding that part of my
duty, I rolled over on my stomach and crawled up between the
fourteen year old's legs.
Erin's hand rubbed my shoulder and the other pointed his
penis down to my mouth like a mother offering her teat to a calf.
Obediently, my hairless little body crawled up and accepted the
proffered penis into my mouth, allowing it to press between my
lips and find its way on the slime of my warm tongue. I was
confused again when I felt Jonathan's larger body laying down on
top of me, his hairy penis finding a soft place in the crack of
my butt.
"Don't stick it in him," Erin gasped as I sucked his penis.
"Why not?"
"Heis just a boy," Erin explained, his way of saying my
bottom wasn't used to being fucked. "Besides, he needs to swal-
low it." I lay there sucking on his penis, grateful that he was
defending my little sphincter.
Jonathan's muscular body was settling down on top of me,
feeling heavy and pressing my little boyhood down against the
rock. He was gasping, and his body felt so big to my small
youth. "That's just a wive's tale, Erin," he half moaned. I
could feel him rhythmically pressing his rock hard cock along the
crack of my butt, but he made no effort to penetrate my tight
little hole.
Erin didn't say anything more. The boy had been so excited
by watching me get sucked off that he was already teetering on
the brink of orgasm and he gave up fighting with Jonathan to
revel in pleasure as I sucked his beautiful penis and fought to
rub more of it with my hand. I didn't know what else to do, so I
just lay there sucking on the pretty penis between Erin's soft
legs and allowing the older boy to gently hump his smooth muscu-
lar body up and down on my back.
Erin started to cry as orgasm rapidly built inside him. One
of his hands rubbed my damp hair as I sucked him, riding the
gentle bobs of my head between his legs. I had sucked on him for
only a couple of minutes when he moaned with pleasure and his
skinny body started to jerk on the rock. I felt his hard penis
head flex and felt his sweet boy cream squirting into my mouth
again. I loved the feel of his ejaculations to say nothing of
the taste. I knew how much pleasure the boy was feeling and knew
that he loved me very much as he squirt his young, immature seed
into me. As I had learned to do so well, I swallowed the boy's
young sperm and kept sucking the smooth penis as his body came
down from his tense excitement.
Jonathan was still rubbing his cock against my butt, and I
knew that he was growing very excited by his loud moans and more
frantic thrusts. I lay there sucking on Erin's softening penis,
and wondered what it would feel like to have the other boy ejacu-
late on my back. Suddenly, however, Jonathan sat up.
"Come here, Kely," he gasped. Curious and obedient, I let
Erin's slimy penis slip out of my lips and turned sitting up to
face the older boy. Jonathan was rubbing madly on his penis, his
smooth body bulging with muscles as orgasm coursed through the
veins that bulged along his arms and neck. I was going to suck
on his penis, too, but the boy's baritone voice suddenly cried
with pleasure and his thighs bucked his hips frantically forward.
His foreskin was rubbing back and forth across his brown penis
head every time he rubbed up its six inch length, but it wasn't
in the way as the slit opened and spurt his cream out. The
adolescent ejaculated so strongly that his sperm sailed from his
penis and struck me square between the eyes. I was so astonished
by this that I could scarcely respond before another stream
splattered across my nose and ran down my chin and neck. My hand
was reaching up to clear my eyes as I felt more of his sperm
strike my skinny chest. By the time Jonathan was finished, warm
sperm was running all down my body. I had never seen so much
sperm before and felt almost frightened as I looked down at the
trickles all over my hairless body.
I gave up on trying to wipe it away from my face and had to
be content with wiping it out and awy from my eyes. I could feel
it on my lips and obediently licked it up as I sat there feeling
a little confused about all the sperm on my face and chest.
Jonathan stood holding his oozing penis as the last of his sperm
dripped into the clear mountain creek, his eyes closed, the
relief in his face evident. After a moment, his eyes opened and
he smiled at me. Slowly his smile broke into a grin and then a
giggle. "I'm sorry," he said, tenderly wiping the sperm of my
little nose. "God, you're so cute." Erin giggled behind me and
leaned over to look at my sperm coated body.
"Alright boys!" a voice sounded from the far side of the
creek. "Just stay right where you are and you won't get hurt!"
It was a young sounding voice, but it wasn't a boy's and it
definitely sounded threatening. The three of us were too scared
and too embarrassed to move at first. Terror instantly filled
both Erin and me and I felt the naked boy gently holding my
little chest protectively. We had been caught, and the evil
forces of the Daireans were coming across the creek on horseback
to kill us...
Jonathan whirled about from us and turned to face the oncom-
ing enemy. It was a bold and useless gesture: if these men had
the kind of rods that they'd had at the border, then Jonathan was
about to be blasted right where he stood ready to protect us and
the gor of his young body would splatter back and all over Erin
and I at any moment. Oddly, I looked at the broad shoulders of
this muscular young boy who was about to die in our defense. He
had incredibly beautiful skin, so smooth, the soft tanned flesh
rippling over the contours of his shoulder blades. I gazed at
them helplessly and adoringly, knowing that I was about to see
them explode in a hail of Hellfire.
Two horses appeared through the trees at the far end of the
creek and their riders hurried them into the center of the cur-
rent. I felt Erin's hand squeeze my shoulder and our eyes met
long enough to pass a message of love before we were killed. The
water wasn't deep enough to force the horses to swim, and they
rode easily across it toward us, two large and beautiful horses
that would have made the Thorne's very envious despite their
substantial stables. I could see their strong haunches starting
to rise from the surface as they passed the deep water. I had
lived so short a life, my memory going back only to the brief
excitement of Tarsec Village and through the strange things I had
learned in the days that followed. It seemed a shame for me to
die so young.
The forward rider suddenly giggled, sounding almost boylike
though his voice was too deep. I looked up at him wondering what
he though was so funny, but the leather armor that covered both
he and the following rider made it impossible to know what he
looked like, much less what he was amused with. The two horses
stopped knee high in water about ten feet from us.
"Clean that child off," the second rider ordered. His voice
was muffled in the leather helmet that covered his head, but he
didn't sound very friendly.
"Clean him off yourself," Jonathan spat back. He tried to
sound tough, but his voice cracked and he didn't look very for-
midable standing there naked, without even a rock for a weapon,
his young penis still dripping sperm.
"Hey, look there," the first rider said pointing at me.
The second rider leaned forward in his saddle and looked
closely at me, or at least I assumed so for I couldn't see his
eyes through the slits cut in the leather helmet that covered his
face. He sat back in his saddle. "Are you a Kovz Boy?" the man
asked.
I was so frightened all I could do was start crying and slip
back into Erin's soothing arms.
"You're scaring them," the first rider said.
There was a sudden explosion and the head of the second
rider's horse disappeared in a shower of blood and gore, blood
spurting madly from the severed neck. Its body slowly crumbled
into the water turning the clear liquid a crimson red. The rider
jumped free of the dead animal and ripped a sword from his scab-
bard. He stood there, looking oddly small now, and seemed ready
to kill the first thing that moved.
"Kovz!"
The three of us jumped and turned to see Eric coming down the
slope to the creek, one of the rods in his arm. He had seemed in
a hurry at first, but suddenly slowed and started laughing. For
long moments we were certain that he had gone mad, and I huddled
against Erin's skinny body for protection.
"Way to go, John," the rider who was still mounted started to
laugh.
"Well, I didn't know," the unseated rider stammered returning
his sword to the scabbard. His voice had cracked, I thought, or
at least it didn't sound very much like a man's anymore.
Eric was still laughing as the rider who was still mounted
untied his leather helmet and pulled it from his head. I had to
look twice at the face that emerged, for the last thing I'd
expected to see was the smooth, handsome features of a teenaged
boy. He was blushing and smiling shyly beneath a ruffled mop of
brown hair.
"My name's Brendan," the young adolescent boy blushed, bowing
with a smile to Jonathan, Erin and I as we stared naked and
afraid from the rock. "Colonel of the Fourth Kovz Army, and I've
come to protect you." He was looking at our naked bodies somewhat
openly, but through blue eyes filled with innocent embarrassment.
Like Michael Hocket back at Tarsec, however, he had a sexuality
about him that was so plain even I could identify it. He didn't
look at all like a soldier.
"That's John," Brendan finally added, tilting his head toward
the figure in the water beside the dead horse. I turned and
watched as this second man unfastened his helmet and was no less
shocked than before to see a cute boyish face appear, this time
beneath yellow hair that caught the sunlight. John was even more
embarrassed than Brendan, enough so that he didn't even look at
us. Brendan was, at most, sixteen years old and John looked even
younger. He was really cute but looked like a gentle boy who had
been caught trying to look tough and couldn't follow through on
the bluff. He stood there in the water holding his helmet in one
hand and trying to smooth his hair out with the other. "He's one
of my captains," Brendan smiled bashfully, "but at the rate he's
going he'll never make major."
"I'm sorry about the horse," Eric laughed coming to the edge
of the creek. The young boys in the water seemed tremendously
relieved as their attention focused on the older man. Brendan
grinned at him in a way that removed all his embarrassment about
us.
"We thought you were dead again, Eric," he said.
"Not yet. But stop being assholes: you've practically scared
the boys to death. Come up here and have some breakfast." John
scowled as he started grabbing gear from the fallen and grotesque
body of his horse, and Brendan, smiling almost bashfully, started
to ride his horse toward the shore as Eric finally turned toward
my young companions and I.
He had been smiling but his smile faded as he looked at us,
saw the terror with which we'd obviously faced their onslaught.
"It's okay," he said. "I sent for them. They're friends." He
looked down, obviously aware that we weren't happy about the
arrival of his "friends", but suddenly broke into a huge grin
when he looked up at me and the milky sperm that was still trick-
ling down my little chest. "Kovz!" he said. "Clean him off and
come up to breakfast." With that, he turned about and led John
and Brendan back up to the campsite.
After they'd gone, Jonathan turned back to us still tense
with his preparation for battle. "Well, get in the water and
wash off," he ordered distantly.
"It's cold in there," I whined.
He looked at me cradled in Erin's arms and suddenly smiled.
"No shit. My feet are frozen stiff." With comic alacrity, the
cute youth lifted his legs high as he walked to the shore. He
grabbed up my pants and felt across them. "Here," he smiled.
"These are warm now."
Jonathan threw the jeans to us and together Erin and I used
them to clean Jonathan's sperm from my face and body. As Jo-
nathan had promised, the pants were warm though still wet.
"What about them, Jonathan?" Erin asked, as I leaned over the
rock to rinse my pants off in the water.
"I don't know."
"They're Boylovers," Erin said. "Real ones."
"Well, gees, Erin, didn't you know we were going to run
across Boylovers one of these days?"
Erin looked distantly toward the campsite. "Yeah, I guess I
knew," he said uncertainly. "I guess I just didn't think it was
going to be like this."
"I mean... Eric's a Boylover, isn't he?" Jonathan said,
though he sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much
as he was Erin. "He's a pretty good guy."
"And I'm a Boylover," I grinned.
"Yeah, but you're different," Jonathan smiled. "You're just
a little kid. Those guys do this all the time." Feeling how
nervous they felt about the others now, even Eric, I was a little
glad that they considered me to be different. At the same time,
however, I felt a strong familiarity with Eric, Brendan and John,
as if I'd known them for a long time. I didn't mention this to
the others, just sat there on my knees rinsing the sperm from my
jeans.
"Come on," Jonathan said. "Let's get something to eat." I
had been wringing my pants out, but the other boys started to
leave.
"I don't have anything to wear," I said, my small hands now
holding blue jeans that were dripping with freezing cold water.
"We don't either, Kelvin," Jonathan said impatiently. "Just
come on. There's clothes in the wagon."
Swallowing and feeling a little put off by my young friends,
I jumped down from the rock and followed after them. They walked
gingerly over the rough ground, but their feet were a little more
accustomed to going barefoot than mine were and they made better
time. What troubled me most was that they didn't slow down to
wait for me, and I was left to ache my way up the hill after
them. In times of trouble, older boys always forget about their
younger, weaker brothers.
By the time we reached the campsite, Jonathan and Erin were
far out ahead of me and I was stumbling painfully along behind
them refusing to ask them to wait for me. Eric, Brendan and John
were already eating and they welcomed us to join them. The three
Kovz people talked amongst each other and didn't pay any of us
much attention. Jonathan and Eric were apparently too hungry to
get dressed and sat down and started eating still naked. Feeling
a little embarrassed, I did the same.
"I still can't believe you got both of them," Brendan grinned
over at my two friends, who sat on a log just apart from the
group, their young penis hanging between their legs. They both
looked up as they were mentioned.
"They're not in Kovzland yet," Eric smiled at them.
"Ah, but they soon will be," Brendan said.
Eric just nodded, smiling at the two boys.
"We should call out the Army to defend them," John said.
"And raise a signal that every Old One on Destinial would
hear?" Eric grinned at the youth's impetuousness. "It's risky
enough right now. All things considered, they have more protec-
tion than we should concentrate in one place." He said this with
a glance at me which made me feel important until Brendan and
John looked at me like I was the rock I was sitting on.
"He's not much use to us now," Brendan shrugged.
"Brendan!" John scolded instantly, an angry look on his cute,
boyish face. He looked about fourteen.
"What? Well, he isn't."
"You shouldn't say that in front of him. You forget who
you're talking about."
Eric looked at me a moment and smiled. "Don't worry about
these two, Kely. You'll do your share of helping them later."
Brendan shrugged that off as something that was supposed to
be said but that really didn't change things. "These two though.
Kovz, that was a find," he said grinning again at Jonathan and
Erin.
"We'd appreciate it if you stopped talking about us like we
weren't here," Jonathan interjected, his young voice trying to
sound tough. He did sound pretty tough, too, but it's hard for a
fifteen year old to really feel comfortable when his penis is
hanging out naked.
"My apologies," Brendan said sincerely, blushing suddenly.
"They don't mean to be rude, Jonathan," Eric smiled.
"Then they shouldn't act like we're not here," the adolescent
said back, his dark eyebrows narrowing over steely but uncertain
eyes.
"Listen to me, Jonathan," Eric returned, trying to calm the
youth. "One day, very soon from now, you and Erin will be very
important figures in Kovzland. You don't understand why or how
yet, and we can't explain it to you. We don't mean to shut you
out, but until we get you to Kovzland, it's best for both of you
if you don't know too much. I know it seems like we're being
unkind, and you must feel like you don't belong, but soon you
will understand that you belong more than anyone. I can tell you
this only: one day, all of us here will be under your orders and
instructions. We all know that, and truly don't mean to exclude
you from things you don't understand yet. You have to be patient
until then."
Jonathan hmphed back, but it was obvious that both he and
Erin were seriously mollified by Eric's words. The idea that
they would one day give orders to the others must have had a
tremendous effect on them. For me, all it did was emphasize my
exclusion from the others.
I was relieved when breakfast was over and we were on the
road again. With John's horse dead in the creek, the blond haired
youth took my seat on the buckboard.
"Where am I supposed to sit?" I asked.
"Here," Brendan grinned reaching a hand down from his horse
to help me up. I was still naked, my hairless little penis bare
in the bright sunlight, and felt shy about riding double with the
older boy when it didn't even seem like he liked me. From break-
fast on, I had felt his eyes watching me as I cleaned up and that
made me even more nervous. Still, it beat walking.
I don't know why I had decided not to get dressed. Both Erin
and Jonathan had. Being naked seemed to make me feel special
though, and the other boys, though they didn't take me at all
seriously, were nice to me. I had found that I liked it when
they smiled at my little boyhood and I didn't feel all that eager
to cover it up, despite my embarrassment.
I reached my small arm up to Brendan and the young adolescent
grabbed my wrist. His arm bulged with muscle and he easily
lifted me up, my skinny legs stretching wide to straddle the big
horse as I sat on the saddle in front of him. He was still
wearing most of his armor, but had removed the sleeves completely
so his arms were bare from his shoulders to his hands, I could
feel his smooth skin rub against my sides as he reached beneath
my arms and took up the reigns.
We started out and rode for hours between breaks. Brendan
turned out to be a very nice boy and he talked with me often
along the way, never trying to fondle my boyhood though he did
seem to enjoy squeezing my skinny body between his forearms. He
didn't say much that's worth repeating and I didn't either, just
engaged me in boyish talk and played word games with me. He told
me some stories, but they were all childish fairy tales that I
enjoyed but are probably not worth further mention. Every time
we stopped, his large hands grabbed my little armpits and lifted
me down from the horse, then pulled me back up when it was time
to continue. He was very nice to me and very strong.
We passed several people on the road, some in groups, some
alone. Eric pleasantly greeted each one then continued. There
were no signs that we were recognized or that we were in any
danger. Still, when evening began to fall, we took the wagon
back into the woods several hundred feet, far from the road and
again near the stream we'd been following all day. It was wider
here, and deeper, but looked every bit as cold.
The others set up camp while I sat on a log, my naked body
cradled in my arms. I didn't feel at all cold, just lonely.
They wouldn't let me do anything to help, though even Erin and
Jonathan had tasks. I sat that way until the camp was fully set
up and the campfire was started.
"Come here, Kely," Brendan called to me. He was sitting down
by the fire, building it gradually. I went over to him glad that
I was being noticed.
The older boy showed me some plants to go pick and I set
about the task, happy to have something to do. After an hour of
searching, I returned with even more of the plants than Brendan
had asked for. He had taken his armor off by the time I came
back, and stood cooking over the fire in a pair of shorts and a
loose fitting tunic. He let me help him with the cooking and
continued talking with me as he had been all that day. I liked
him very much and he made me feel useful. Eric and the other
boys had all gone fishing so Brendan and I were alone. I was so
happy to have someone to talk to privately that I told him every-
thing I could remember since first awakening on the streets of
that long lost city. I was very shy about telling him what the
other boys had been doing with my body, but he was very suppor-
tive and encouraging and I told him everything. He even seemed
delighted when I told him about having sex with other boys.
It was dark by the time the others came back with the fish,
several fish, large, more than enough for the six of us. The
only change I noticed was that Erin and Jonathan seemed a lot
happier. They laughed and boasted of "the fish that got away"
and I believed them until Eric clarified their exaggerations. I
ate until my tummy swelled, so full I could hardly stand to move.
Fortunately Brendan was there, for he allowed me to lay back on
his muscular chest and held me in his arms as we sat around the
campfire. Without his armor, he seemed a lot thinner, but his
entire body was hard and rounded with young muscle. It felt
comforting to lay against his chest.
"Man, that was a lot of salad, Brendan," Jonathan groaned
rubbing his belly.
"Kely picked it," he replied.
"Careful, Kely," John smiled faintly. "I think the Colonel's
taking a fancy to you."
The boys all looked at my naked body in the older boy's arms
and I blushed, but didn't want Brendan to let go of me. He lay
behind me, his hands gently rubbing all across my chest and back
making me feel loved. He didn't make the slightest effort to
play with my naked penis. Erin even seemed a bit jealous as he
looked at me, but eventually shrugged his shoulders and lay back
on the ground.
I had eaten so much and my body was so sore from riding, that
I fell asleep still laying in Brendan's arms.
"Wake up, Kely," Brendan said, gently shaking my skinny body.
I yawned and opened my eyes, surprised to see that the sun was
already rising higher in the sky. I was still laying in Bren-
dan's arms and he happily stretched them out as I sat up. John
and Eric were already breaking camp and I slowly managed to get
to my feet, my body stiff from the previous day. I stretched my
hands far out over my hand and felt my young bones crack as my
ribs swelled out. My mouth opened wide in a boyish yawn. The
others all smiled at my skinny, naked body and I suddenly felt a
rush of embarrassment again. None of them teased me, however,
and I again felt like they liked me better when I was naked.
"Here," John said tossing me my pants. I tried to catch
them, but missed.
"Do I have to wear them?" I leaned over and picked up the
blue jeans, looking around at the older boys peevishly.
"Of course not," Eric smiled in answer. "Most boys your age
don't like to wear clothes around here. But you'll need to wear
them when we get to Labar Province."
I rode with John throughout that day and he held me just as
Brendan had done. He didn't put on the armor that covered his
arms, so I had the pleasure of his smooth skin against my sides
just as with Brendan. He was a lot shyer than Brendan and didn't
talk very much. Still, he was very nice to me and he tried to be
as friendly as his bashfulness would let him.
We passed more and more people as we went along, and the
hilly terrain had small farms along the slopes every now and
again. These were mostly humans though there were a few dwarves.
In front of some of the houses, or out in the farmlands, I could
see young boys, most younger than me, and, as Eric had said, they
were naked like I was. I started to feel more comfortable and
rode happily on top of the horse in front of John, actually
starting to concoct excuses to show off my little body. Going to
the bathroom was a good one, because John would lift me to the
ground and they would all watch as I ran off into the trees. I
walked as I came back to them and they all smiled at me. I was
starting to really like being naked.
Near midday a group of humans started to approach us with a
wagon and several riders. "Daireans!" John hissed back to Eric
and Brendan on the buckboard.
"Alright," Eric said calmly. "It's too late to avoid them.
Just act natural."
They got closer and I could make out the black outfits of
Holy Warriors. I tried to act natural as Eric had instructed, but
my heart was pounding in my chest and I would have jumped from
the horse and run had John not held me so firmly. There were
four warriors on horseback, and two others driving the wagon
which I could now see was a large cage with a flat roof and bars
instead of walls. The men stared at us as the two wagons ap-
proached each other, Eric leading ours as far to the right as he
could to allow them room to pass. I wanted to cry when the
warriors came to a stop beside us.
"Well, hello, gentlemen," Eric bowed politely. "Well met,
I'm sure."
"Yes, I'm sure," one of the warriors said kneeing his horse
forward from the others. "Are you coming from Tarsec?" he asked.
"That may be, and it may not. Who are you to ask?"
A brown rod appeared from beneath the man's cape and it was
vaguely pointed toward Eric. "Captain Brysler, 113th Warrior
Detachment."
"Ah, well, that should make you very important in Tarsec,"
Eric smiled wryly, "But not terribly impressive in Raykov."
The man seemed angered by this. The rod came full into view
and was now plainly pointed at Eric's chest. "Mind your tongue,
knave."
"Knave am I? And what shall you do? Use Hellfire in Raykov?
I rather think not if your order wishes to buy slaves in the city
anymore." Eric let the last trail off and it plainly had its
desired effect for the rod was slowly returned to its concealed
holder.
"My apologies, friend," the man feigned a smile. "You know
our laws well. May I please inquire as to your companions."
"You may, though I may not choose to answer."
The man swallowed an outburst of anger then marched his horse
toward John and I. He looked us both up and down, paying partic-
ular notice to my circumcised little penis. "Where are you from,
child?" he asked me.
"The Southland," I whined softly.
He smiled and leered at me. I don't think he believed my
lie, though I was proud of my quick thinking. The man heeled his
horse back and took a long look at Erin and Jonathan before
returning to his men.
"We've decided to buy the little one," he said, taking a
pouch of coins from his belt. "The pickings in Raykov are not
good this season."
"I should be pleased to part with him," Eric smiled, "for he
eats too much. But... do you intend to put him in with the
others?"
The man glanced back at his wagon and I followed his gaze. I
could now see that the cage held several boys aged five to about
twelve. They were all very dirty and all were naked. They lay
huddled together on the cage floor, their eyes the only clear
things on their dirt and soot covered bodies.
"Eh, what of it?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. How much will you pay for him
then?"
"Ten crown," the man shrugged, holding the pouch out.
"Done," Eric exclaimed delightedly. "John, put the child in
the wagon."
"But Master, we both have the..."
"Not another word, Boy. Do as I say."
"Hold on there a moment," the man stopped us, holding the
coins away and looking suddenly suspicious. "A boy like him
would normally go for fifty crown at least, maybe even a pound.
I might get a fool to sell him for ten, but you don't strike me
as a fool."
Eric shrugged. "Well... I haven't done much selling of
boys..."
The man nodded. "Put him in the wagon, then."
"Now that you mention it, fifty is a much more realistic
price for a boy of his beauty..." Eric said as John rode me back
to the cage.
"John..." I cried, astonished to realize that Eric was going
to sell me to the Holy Warriors. How could he do that to me?
Had I done something to anger them?
"Shut up, child!" John ordered me. His voice was emphatic
and yet the way his hand squeezed my arm, I knew he wanted me to
keep still.
I sat dumbfounded as one of the warriors unlocked the door to
the cage and John gruffly lifted me down from the horse and threw
me into it. I landed on the floor of the wagon then pitched head
first into the huddled masses of naked little boys, the heavy
iron door slamming shut behind me. The boys felt and smelled
filthy as I tried to right myself in the press of their naked
bodies.
John was riding back to our wagon where Eric and the leader
of the warriors were still haggling over my price.
"Very well, then, I'll give you thirty crown so long as you
keep your mouth shut in Raykov."
"Thirty crown!?" I heard John exclaim as he neared them.
"Master, you can't sell the child or I for that much..."
"Shut up!" Eric screamed at the adolescent, looking almost
livid. It was a strange thing to see on the face of a man who
smiled so often. John fell silent.
"Just a moment," the warrior said stepping forward. "Why
can't he sell you? You're just a boy even if you do wear a man's
armor. If he wants to sell you, you're sold."
"Yes, but we both have..."
"Shut up or I'll beat you bloody!" Eric cursed at him.
The warrior held up a hand ordering Eric to silence. "Speak,
boy. What do you both have."
"Well," John swallowed nervously. "Both me and the child
have the sores. We'll be dead..."
"The sores!" The leader exclaimed it loudly, the other warri-
ors chiming in. They started to back away from the cage, the
drivers, quickly jumping down off of it.
"Damn you!" Eric yelled. "You bastard!"
The warriors all pulled out rods ready to burn us all to the
ground but the leader stopped them with a furious wave of his
hand.
"You'll pay for this, mister," the leader hissed. "Trying to
sell boys who have the sores is a crime in any province or king-
dom, not to mention ruining our cargo with your diseased child.
As God is my witness, we will not rest until you're dead." He
whirled around on his horse and all the other warriors, including
the two who had been perched on the wagon, frantically galloped
away after him going down the road we had come in on. Soon they
were out of sight.
"Alright," Eric ordered quickly. "Get that wagon turned
around, Brendan."
Brendan jumped off the buckboard and ran to the warriors
wagon, his strong arms pulling him up onto the buckboard and
grabbing the reigns. At the same time, John came back to the
cage door and began pounding on the lock with the butt of his
sword.
"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling the naked bodies of
the filthy boys rub against me as we all crawled to the door.
"We're in trouble now," John sighed, the lock breaking away
and the door swinging open. Me and the other boys started to
pour out of the wagon, but all stopped at Eric's command.
"Stay there!" he ordered firmly. "Brendan, follow me."
Eric started our wagon out at a rapid pace and Brendan quick-
ly swung the warrior's wagon along behind it. The naked little
boys and I clutched to the bars of the cage and to each other as
the wagon jumped and pitched over bumps. Jonathan and Erin gal-
loped behind us, looking every bit as confused as we were.
The wagons raced off the road and through the woods for a
long time, causing most of the boys in the cage to cry as their
bodies bounced all over the hard floor. A very little boy lost
his grip and fell out the madly swinging rear gate. I saw him
hit the ground and saw Jonathan reign his horse beside the fallen
boy before having to focus my attention on keeping hold myself.
It seemed as if a half hour had passed before the wagons
finally slowed down and came to a stop. John, Eric and Brendan
were at the rear gate almost immediately, helping the naked boys
down. We all stood crying and rubbing bruises.
"My little brother fell out," a filthy boy my age was crying.
"Never mind that now," Eric said. "Brendan, get these boys
down to the river and get them cleaned off. Hurry!"
I was now almost as dirty as the others and Brendan pushed me
toward the river with them. I glanced back and saw Jonathan and
Erin riding up, the filthy little boy who had fallen cradled in
Jonathan's arms. We weren't allowed to dawdle however, and were
all soon standing at the river side.
"Get in and get cleaned off," Brendan ordered.
"It's cold," one of the boys was crying.
"Hurry," Brendan said gently pressing the skinny boy toward
the water. It was obvious the youth was going to have no small
problem in getting the young boys to cooperate. I got an idea
and boyishly carried it out.
"I'll do it," I said, and ran into the water until it was
deep enough for me to dive under. It was cold, but not near as
cold as it had been higher up in the mountains. "Come on, you
sissies," I called to the crying boys on the shore.
"I'm no sissy," the biggest of the boys said. With a deter-
mined breath, he ran into the river and dived in just as I had
done. Soon, the other boys were following us in, though they
were slower about it.
"Thanks, Kely," Brendan smiled at me from shore.
The boys set about washing themselves, though it turned out
to be harder than we'd expected. The dirt was grimy and well
worked into their bodies.
"It won't come off," one of the younger boys sniffled.
I started toward shore, planning to go and get some soap, but
Eric was already handing several bars to Brendan. "How's the
little one?" Brendan asked.
Eric shook his head. "We'll get him cleaned off up there.
Keep these boys down here until we've finished with the wagons."
"Right," Brendan said. "Here," he called back to the boys in
the water. "Use this." He flung the soap down toward the boys and
they tried to catch them, all ending up splashing into the water.
None of them were any more coordinated than I was.
I stood up beside Brendan and looked at them. There were
seven boys in the water, and the little one that had fallen made
eight. "What are we going to do with them?" I asked.
"I don't know," Brendan sighed. "Eric will think of someth-
ing. He always does. You better get cleaned up too," he said
pushing me back toward the water. Obediently, I stepped back
into it and approached the tallest of the newcomers. He was
about an inch taller than me and his filthy chest was more muscu-
lar, though he was just as hairless. He had one of the bars of
soap and was rubbing down his arm as I walked up to him.
"Hi," I said, my hands playing lamely in the water.
"Hi."
"My name's Kelvin," I introduced myself. The soap worked
extremely well and everywhere he rubbed it down his arms, smooth,
pink skin appeared. It worked so quickly in fact that I knew it
had to be magic.
"I'm Lance," the boy's high pitched voice said. He seemed to
be extremely embarrassed to be naked in front of me and seemed to
want to turn his private parts away, but ended up only turning
halfway around and I could see the profile of his penis. It was
so dirty I couldn't say much about it, but one thing I did notice
very clearly: at the end of his penis, as it curled down over
his large testicles, the boy had a pronounced knob. My heart
skipped a beat and I looked more closely at the young organ. It
was about three inches long in its limp state, and so covered in
soot that there was no color change between shaft and head, but I
was almost certain that Lance was circumcised.
"What are you looking at?" Lance asked angrily and in embar-
rassment.
I shrugged my bare shoulders. "Nothin'," I said. The boy's
hands and arms were clean now and I watched the soap slide across
his chest. Tiny, purplish-brown nipples appeared on pale skin,
almost white. His body swelled out at his chest then tapered
down to a very slender waist. I watched him clean himself with
growing fascination as the soft, clear perfection of his skin
appeared, rippling at his rib cage. He was knee-deep in water
and rubbed the soap clean beneath it before continuing. The soap
slid up his leg and his hands held it as he rubbed up a thin,
pale thigh as smooth as mine. Then the other leg and I stared
entranced his hands slipped between his thighs and bashfully
started rubbing his young penis free of soot.
I could see it clearly now as the shy boy cleaned his butt
and lower back. He was circumcised, there was no doubt about it.
His pale shaft ran smoothly down to a pretty purple head, small
but well formed. I thought I could see tiny silver hairs around
his cute penis, but I couldn't be sure. His large testicles were
held tightly by a white scrotum that was certainly hairless.
"You want me to clean your back?" I asked as he struggled to
reach between his thin shoulder blades. He didn't look at me for
a moment as he tried to get it himself, but finally shrugged and
handed me the soap. He turned around and I approached his small
back. I rinsed the soap off then slowly reached out and rubbed
it across his narrow shoulders. Everywhere the soap touched, the
dirt was instantly removed and the boy's young shoulder blades
shown with the same pale smoothness of the rest of his body. His
back was slightly broadened with muscle, but was still very
slender. Farther down I could see his small, round butt. There
was some dirt on it he had missed so I rubbed my hands down his
body and rubbed across his smooth, white cheeks.
"Here!" he jumped, turning and grabbing the soap back from
me. He walked deeper into the river, then squatted down and
submerged his head. I stared at his naked back as the boy rubbed
the soap through his hair and across his face. Small muscles
rippled across his shoulder blades as his hands vigorously rubbed
the dirt free. Looking angry, he ran the soap over his rounf
buttocks again and made sure the dirt I'd been reaching for was
gone. When he was finished, he slipped beneath the water again
and emerged completely clean.
I felt myself gasp as he turned around and walked back toward
me for he was an unbelievably pretty boy. Though still dark with
water, I could see now that he was blond haired, almost white.
His face was angelic and he was blushing despite the cold of the
river. His eyes were blue beneath two slender eyebrows that were
so dark they looked like they were still dirty. Even more beau-
tiful was the slender perfection of his young body, the small
chest swelling with firm boyish muscles, the thin abdomen with
rippling ribs and smooth flesh, the tiny belly button, the small,
boyish penis between his incredibly smooth legs.
"Here," he said handing me the soap back. I took a deep
breath of air and started cleaning myself, feeling even shyer
than Lance had as I realized that he was now watching me.
"Who are you guys?" his young voice asked softly.
I shrugged, really not knowing how to answer.
"Why did that man take us out of the cage?" he continued.
"I don't know," I said, wishing he'd stop asking me such hard
questions but hoping he would keep talking to me. I liked him
and wanted him to be my friend. I didn't know why.
"What's he going to do with us?"
"I guess he'll take you with us," I said, not wanting to
appear any more ignorant than I was.
"Where to?"
Lance had such a soft, quiet voice. Everything about him was
so gentle, so soft, so smooth. "To Kovzland," I said.
"Where's that?" he asked.
"I don't know." I was now mostly clean and found myself
wanting to cover my naked body so the other boy wouldn't see how
little I was.
"Is it by Miller's Crossing?" he asked, apparently hoping to
return to the home that had probably sold him into slavery.
"Yeah," I lied. It might be near Miller's Crossing. I had
no idea where either of them were.
"Are you a slave, too?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I'm just a boy."
"Hey, Kely!" Brendan's young voice called from shore. "Make
sure those boys are clean." He was motioning toward the cluster
of naked little boys down stream from Lance and I who were bash-
fully cleaning themselves. Lance was the tallest of the boys
though there were two who looked about our age. The others were
smaller and younger. None of them were doing very well at get-
ting clean.
"Brendan," I whined. "I don't want to..." The idea of check-
ing all those naked bodies didn't appeal to my shyness and I was
relieved when Brendan said he'd do it himself.
"Can you swim?" I asked the cute boy beside me.
"Not very well," he shrugged his bare shoulders.
"Did I get it all?" I asked, turning so the boy could see all
of me.
He swallowed. "Yeah."
I threw the bar of soap up on shore and turned to find Lance
walking back. Trembling slightly, more from excitement at being
close to him than from the water, I followed him out. We were
still farther upstream than the other boys and could see them in
ankle deep water where Brendan stood grinning and telling them
where to wash.
"Where are you from?" I asked him, as our naked bodies stood
shivering on the river bank.
He shrugged. "All over I guess," he said softly. "I used to
live in Miller's Crossing."
"Is that in the Southlands?" I asked.
"Where's that?"
I shrugged. "South I suppose," I said.
Lance giggled. It was a light giggle and I turned in time to
see the beauty of his cute face broken into a smile. He had
straight white teeth and light red lips. Despite my youth, I was
absolutely infatuated by him. He blushed and looked down, long,
dark eyelashes covering his baby blue eyes. He didn't seem to
connect the fact that I didn't know where Miller's Crossing was
with the fact that I didn't know where Kovzland was.
"I don't know where the Southland is," he smiled.
I looked down at his small penis again. I could see now that
the boy did have some very small, silver hairs just at the base
of his smooth penis but they were very fine and hard to see even
close up.
"Why is your penis cut?" I blushed, hoping the boy could tell
me what I couldn't tell myself.
"Your's is cut, too," he said softly but defensively. I
looked up at his face and saw that he was blushing horrendously,
his smooth, beardless cheeks as red as a rose. I was so embar-
rassed by his embarrassment that we both stood there not looking
at each other, my face hot.
"Hey, Kely," Brendan called to me. "You and your friend come
down here."
I felt a rush of delight that he had called Lance my friend.
"Come on," I said, walking beside the slender youth to the rest
of the boys. They all stood naked and shiny clean around Bren-
dan, who grinned boyishly at their bashful shyness. Several were
even concealing their little penises in their hands. He turned
and watched us strolling up and I could see his eyes widen brief-
ly when he looked at Lance's circumcised penis. He looked con-
fused a moment, but quickly controlled his surprise.
"Get over here with the rest of the boys you two," he
grinned. We were both looking down shyly, but I stole a glance
around at the other boys. They were all uncircumcised and only
one of them had peach fuzz around his little penis like Lance
did. I felt exhilarated to be around so many naked little boys,
but my penis didn't stiffen.
"Okay," Brendan said to all of us. "My name is Colonel
Brendan Sanders. I'm with the Kovz Army. We rescued you boys
from the Holy Warriors and we're not going to hurt you."
"They said that boy had The Sores," the skinny little boy
with peach fuzz blushed over at me.
"That was just a lie so they would let you go," Brendan said.
I didn't know what The Sores were but felt relieved that I didn't
have them.
"What are you going to do with us?" a very little, blond
haired child asked, his small hands trying to conceal a hairless
little boyhood.
"Well, that'll be up to the General to decide, but I promise
you we won't hurt you or let anyone else hurt you."
"Where's my brother?" one of the bigger boys asked.
"He's up in the wagon. He's been hurt but we think he'll be
okay when we get him to a healer."
"Where are we going?" the boy with peach fuzz asked.
"First to Raykov, then on to Labar." Brendan waited for any
other questions, but the boys fell silent. "Okay, now you must
listen to me very carefully. Those bad men who had you may come
back again. You must do exactly what we tell you to, or they may
hurt you again. Does everybody understand?" He made all the boys
say that they understood then motioned for us to follow him back
to the wagons.
"Are we going to be soldiers?" one of the littlest boys asked
Brendan, walking close beside the older boy.
"Where you're going, Kid, you can be anything you want to
be," Brendan smiled down at him, his big hand gently stroking
between the child's little shoulder blades.
I walked with the other naked boys, standing close beside
Lance. None of the boys said a word to me or to each other.
Eric and the rest of my friends had managed to transform the
wagons a great deal. Our original wagon had been stripped of
almost everything left on it and the caged one had been complete-
ly altered. Not only were the bars now painted white, but the
interior had been cleaned out and all our silk pillows were
stacked up on the floor and around the bars, making for a very
comfortable bed. The little boy who had fallen out the back had
been washed clean and lay naked on the pillows close to the
front. His young brother rushed up to make sure he was okay, but
the little boy was unconscious. His brother didn't leave him and
cried softly as he held the smaller boy's hand.
Erin and Jonathan watched our naked group of children as we
walked up to the wagon and looked in. They were smiling at us
and I felt even more embarrassed knowing what they were thinking
about. Being with the boys made me feel innocent again. I was
ashamed of the things I had been doing. Both my old friends
looked startled and pointed at Lance when they saw his circum-
cised penis. I coyly positioned my naked body between them and
my new friend.
We didn't have enough clothes for the boys, and the older
boys agreeed that it would look better for our disguise if they
were naked. Eric gave me the choice of wearing my pants and
riding with him, or riding in the back with the boys. Blushing
crimson, I elected to ride with the boys. Our young bodies
crawled into the now comfortable cage and I stealthily managed to
end up sitting right beside Lance. He smiled and blushed at me
as I sat down beside him, both of us naked.
John gave us two decks of cards, some dice and some other
toys, then closed the gate; there would be no lock this time.
The old cover to our wagon was draped over the new cage, though
it was only big enough to conceal the sides and left the front
and back open. Still, it gave us some sense of privacy and the
boys started smiling as the wagon set off on its way, all busy
playing games with happier spirits. They had given us plenty of
food, which the young, growing boys quickly devoured. Still, all
was good in the back of the wagon, and we had no idea how fright-
ened the people on the outside were.
Lance, me and the other boy who had peach fuzz sat playing
cards most of the time which allowed me the chance to fully see
and fall in love with his young penis. He sat on his little
butt, his legs scissored beneath him, his three inch penis dan-
gling down on his fleshy scrotum and boy sized testicles. The
pretty head fascinated me most and I would gaze at it every
chance I got, small and a soft purple color against the pale
white flesh of his penis shaft and round balls. The silver
little peach fuzz was also adorable, beautiful in a little circle
around the slender base of his boy cock, surrounded with soft,
smooth, pale skin. His penis was so pretty that I began to
fantasize about sucking it while it was still limp, feeling the
rubbery young cock rolling on my tongue as my lips tugged it
gently from its little fur collar. Already feeling my breathing
quicken, I felt the now familiar stiffening between my legs and
knew that my hairless penis was standing out in stiff, throbbing
erection.
I noticed the other two boys glancing at it nervously, but
they didn't say anything. They had both known how nice it felt
when their own penises got stiff and how embarrassing it was. We
just sat there and continued playing, Lance gazing at my rock
hard little penis every time he could pull his eyes away from his
cards. Knowing that the boys were looking at it excited me even
more and I just sat there with them and let it throb, looking so
pink and straight and innocent above my hairless little testicles
and smooth thighs.
After a while, I was so horny that I couldn't concentrate on
the card game. Without thinking about it, I dropped a card on
the pile and my small hand absently slipped between my legs and
started fondling my stiff little cock. God, it was so hard and
excited. It felt like it would be filled with an orgasm if only
I could rub it for a little while. I gazed at Lance's young
pubescent cock as my small fingers gently grasped my slender
shaft and very slowly started to rub on it.
"What are you doing?!" Lance suddenly gasped when he looked
up and saw me masturbating my little penis.
I jerked my hand away from it as the other boys in the wagon
all slid over to look at me, my excited penis throbbing straight
out as the little boys saw it. Most of them started giggling at
me, but a few looked uncomfortable. I wanted to hide my hairless
little erection, but instead just sat there blushing with it
sticking out its little two inches with pink, boyish innocence
and little pubescent need. The purple head was shining like a
mirror and the tiny slit gaped open.
The smaller boys all went back to their games giggling and
making jokes about my penis. Lance and the other boy playing
cards with me threw theirs in and refused to play anymore. I sat
there with my stiff little boner and waited for it to get soft,
too embarrassed to even think about rubbing it and helping it
feel better.