Joey's Love by Kelvin Guard If ever there was a boy who needed to be loved, it was Joey Engelman. Joey was an only child, his parents divorced when he was still a baby. He was a very confused thirteen year old boy, confused most by the puberty that seemed to ravage his poor body constantly. He was frightened by the feelings that filled him, frightened when his young penis grew rock hard with erection and so dominated his thinking that he would do anything to relieve himself. Even as a twelve year old the poor boy found himself masturbating several times a day, even on the school bus, for its bouncing and jostling always gave him an erection and he would cover his crotch with his schoolbooks and rub himself to scarcely concealed orgasms through his jeans. Sometimes, he would masturbate in class, his enlarged hand pressing against the hard bulge between his legs with intense need until his young body jerked in his chair and his thin, young boy juice squirted into his underpants. He had managed to conceal his incredible hunger for many months until he got to seventh grade and was forced to take his clothes off to shower with the other seventh graders. Not only were the boy's underpants always stained from the several orgasms he had by P.E. time, but he could not keep from having an erection when he looked around the showers and saw all the other boys, naked, their penises fascinating Joey until his six inch boyhood rapidly stiffened into an amazingly throbbing erection. The other boys laughed at him at first, but when Joey continued getting excited every time they took their clothes off, they began to dislike him. Joey didn't care too much; he had his penis and that was all he wanted. Every day he would come home from school and lock himself in his room. Forgetting the other boys, he would strip himself naked and lay around on the bed looking at his penis, at the sparse little pubic hairs blended in with his dark brown peach fuzz. He loved his young, circumcised penis and didn't care if he didn't have any friends. Alone in his room, he would exercise naked, allowing his young penis to dangle and swing and be trapped between his tightly held, hairless thighs until it stiffened for the boy. Then he would grasp it in his fist and rub it faster and faster, loudly wailing his pleasure, allowing his body to squirm and undulate with his excitement, screaming with passion as his penis head erupted and splattered his thin, young sperm across his small chest. He'd lay for several minutes enjoying the pleasure of his body, then he would start playing with himself again, waiting the fifteen minutes it would take for him to get another erection so he could masturbate again. He had stumbled upon masturbation by accident, having no idea that such a thing was possible and knowing nothing about sex. He had only been twelve years old and his penis had been completely hairless. He was a sweet boy in those days, naive and innocent, desperate to be loved and liked. He had many friends and loved playing little league baseball. One night, the cute boy was standing naked in the shower, the warm water cascading down his slender body, running down the limp, short length of his hairless penis. With the bar of soap in one hand, he lathered his small chest and felt the ticklish pleasures as his slimy hands rubbed across his skinny belly. Then as calmly as he had done for years, the small youth slipped his hands down and happily began to wash his penis. He had always enjoyed washing his penis for it felt good to feel the limp little organ being rubbed in the slimy soap. He almost always spent more time rubbing it and fondling his small, hairless scrotum then he spent on the rest of his body, smiling happily down at it, looking small in his tender hands, and that evening was no different. It became different, however, when Joey suddenly saw his hairless little penis rapidly stiffen until it stuck straight out from his hairless legs, throbbing up and down with frantic hardness. The sixth grade boy was terrified at first and could do nothing but stare at it pulsing in the lather. His little penis head turned a bright purple and his scrotum held very tightly to the two testicles in them. He thought he must be sick, or that his penis was going to blow up or something, and for long moments he feared how he would tell his mother. After a few minutes, however, as the boy realized that his penis felt good and not bad, he became entranced by it. Though still afraid that it would never soften again, the boy slowly reached between his legs and took the small penis between his thumb and forefinger. It felt incredibly hard beneath the slime of the soap covering it and the boy could feel it pulse rhythmically. He allowed his fingers to rub along its five inch length and gasped suddenly when his knees bent and thrust his hips forward almost knocking him off his feet. A wave of pleasure erupted in his body as soon as he touched his swollen head and he was momentarily terrified by it; but after realizing that he wasn't hurt, he felt his body urging him to do it again and his small hand again slid over the incredibly sensitive head and again a wave of pleasure filled him. In no time, the innocent boy was overcome by the desires of his body. It forced him to rub his stiff erection up and down, and he felt like crying in fear as more and more pleasure built inside his small tummy. His legs felt like they would collapse as his slimy fingers frantically stroked his penis, jerking himself so hard that pain mixed in with the pleasures in his body. His passion took a horrendous leap and the boy cried out, his slender legs desperately trying to keep him from falling over. He couldn't believe the pleasure that raced along his slender penis length and ran in rhythmic waves across his naked body. His hips jerked madly forward and the boy cried as he felt his penis flexing in intense pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, but just as suddenly stopped. The hard tenseness of his body flowed slowly from his young muscles and was just as quickly replaced by an incredible shame. He had no idea what he had done, but he somehow knew that it had been very, very wrong. He started to cry in fear and shame, never had he felt so disappointed in himself. Still crying, he rinsed the soap from his body, relieved to see that his hairless penis was softening again, though it was now a raw, red color that scared the boy still more. He dried himself quickly, striving not to touch his penis for fear that he would make it hard again. He pulled on his pajama bottoms and snapped up the top before his body was fully dry, so embarrassed was he by his nakedness. He snuck out the bathroom door, hoping to get to his bedroom before his mother saw him. She did see him, but he brushed her aside with claims that he was tired and had to go to bed. Once in his room, he crawled rapidly under his covers and lay in the dark, crying for shame. His mind could not get off the horrible thing he had done to his body and he swore he would never do it again. Joey was very quiet the following days at school and at home. He stopped playing with the neighbor boys, and spent long hours thinking about what had happened and swearing he would not do it again. Within a week, however, the boy's penis was again drawing his attention. It started getting stiff again, more and more frequently. He was terrified by it and could feel it slowly overpowering his innocence again. He had avoided taking a shower just to keep from looking at it, but he knew he could not put it off forever. One night, he finally entered the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes. Though he tried to ignore his penis even after it stiffened in mad erection, he found his attention growing more and more toward it. Somehow he managed to get through the experience, but as he put on his pajama bottoms, he decided that he wanted to be able to touch his penis if he needed to. Grabbing the bathroom scissors, the boy cut holes in the pockets to his pajamas and tested to make sure he could slip his fingers inside his pants and caress the hairless skin of his young dick. The slender penis immediately hardened, but he felt less afraid of it somehow. He started imagining what it would feel like to masturbate again, and thought about it the rest of the evening even as he and his mother sat watching television. Joey scarcely even knew what was on. His hands were down the slits that had been his pockets and while his mother watched television the happy boy's fingers were probing the soft, smooth, naked skin surrounding his boyhood. He took particular delight in the soft curve where his fleshy scrotum joined to his hairless legs, loving the hard feel of his small testicles through the rubbery flesh of his scrotum. The boy excused himself early and quickly returned to his room, his hands still buried deep in his pajamas and holding to his warm, rock hard penis. He jerked his pajamas from his body and lay on his bed staring at the boyish, hairless penis. In seconds, the boy was holding it in a tight fist again and jerking himself off with intense passion. He rubbed faster and faster on himself and brought his body to another mind-blowing orgasm. He had no sperm to ejaculate, but he didn't know that he was supposed to. After he was finished, his mind was again flooded by guilt and he quickly dressed. Though he continued to fear his penis, he became less and less able to fight it as the weeks wore on. At first he would masturbate only once a week, but soon it had grown to once every three days, then every day, and finally the young pubescent boy found himself masturbating when he woke up in the morning, as soon as he got home from school, and yet again when he went to bed at night. Every time he felt embarrassed, and every time he would swear not to do it again, but the poor boy could not help himself. By the end of sixth grade, the boy was masturbating five times a day and more. He loved it so much, despite his fears. He had also taken the chance to study what was happening to him. He learned that orgasm was not his own special gift but that all boys had them and that all boys masturbated. This he doubted, but it made him feel better. Small silver hairs appeared on his penis and he read all about them, watched as they grew throughout the summer, and lay in excited orgasm the first time he ejaculated and watched as thin juice squirted out onto his body. This only excited the boy more and he longed ever more often to see and feel his growing penis spurt his young sperm. He worshipped his thin boy cream so much that he began licking it from his fingers after his orgasm, loving its sweet taste and slimy feel on his tongue. That, then was how young Joey entered seventh grade, a frequent and impassioned masturbator. He rarely wore underpants, and all his jeans had their pockets cut out. In class, the boy would sit with his hands buried in his jeans, holding his penis with boyish affection, stroking the soft hairs, jostling the smooth testicles. A few times a day, he could feel the pleasure in his body reach its climax and could feel his warm sperm spurt out onto his hands. The other boys knew about his erections in the showers, but they never had discovered how frequently the boy played with himself, had never noticed his slender body jerking in orgasm as he sat in class with them. As Joey grew older he began to feel more and more lonely. It didn't bother him that he spent so much time masturbating that he had no friends. What bothered him was the fact that he had no other boys around to masturbate with him. Seventh grade had brought not only sperm and sparse pubic hair to the young pubescent boy but also the awareness of other boys, of how cute they were and how exciting their penises were to him. The more of other boys' bodies he saw, the more beautiful he found them. That was why he always got erections in gym class. He would begin to ache at the very beginning as he watched the young boys peel their school clothes from their cute bodies and ached still more as he watched them squirm their soft, hairless legs into jock straps that held their penises in beautiful mounds. It was no easier after class had started, for many of the boys went bare chested showing slender, muscular bodies, and all of them wore gym shorts that exposed their long, smooth legs to the loving boy's eyes. He loved weight lifting most, when he could watch their young muscles ripple and bulge, so alive with strength and beauty. By the time class was over, the intensely horny boy would be almost insane with sexual hunger and it was then that he saw them at their most beautiful, completely naked, water cascading down their bodies and their large hands rubbing their boyish penises with soap. He had no real preference for how mature the boy was; he seemed to get as excited watching the boys with hairless little penises as he did watching the boys with bigger penises surrounded with soft, curly black pubic hairs. He also adored boys' bodies, so firm and soft looking. Whether the boy was skinny and small or had a more muscular young body, Joey fantasized about holding him, about rubbing the boy's soft shoulders and smooth skin. He regretted not having any friends solely because he had no boys to go to bed with. If Joey had a supreme love, however, it was not for any of the seventh grade boys in his gym class; and, in fact, Joey had never had the chance to see this boy naked. Eleven year old Kyle Frazier was still a grade school boy, but he lived in Joey's neighborhood and the two had known each other for a long time. Living close to him gave Joey the chance to see the boy half naked in the summer when the young boy would go topless, with only a pair of baggy shorts hiding the beautiful penis Joey envisioned in his fantasies. There was no doubt that Kyle was a very pretty little boy; everyone knew it, even the ones who didn't love him as passionately as young Joey did. His hair was almost black and his eyes a deep, solid brown that were impossible not to lose oneself in. His skin was also dark, a soft, smooth brown complexion that never needed the sun to be so pretty. Joey doubted he had ever seen a boy with such perfect, clear skin and doubted that any boy could be as soft and smooth as young Kyle looked. Having seen his half naked body, Joey knew that Kyle had a small chest but one toned with young, boyish muscles. His nipples were a very dark brown and extremely tiny on the child's smooth chest. He had also seen Kyle's underarms and knew that they were as soft and hairless as the rest of the boy's beautiful body; still, he frequently found himself imagining that Kyle had peach fuzz on his penis, soft, dark peach fuzz like his own. He ached to know and could not look at the boy without getting an erection that demanded immediate relief. Joey's desire to see the boy naked was satisfied one day shortly after the start of the school year. He came home from school as always, his penis standing out rock hard from the bouncing on the school bus. He could think of nothing but getting to his room to masturbate. He was stopped, however, when he saw Kyle. The boy was wearing nothing but his shorts and was playing with a football, alone on the lawn. Joey watched as the boy tossed the football in the air, gazed at the smooth, young underarms as he reached up to catch it. Scarcely thinking about what he was doing, the pubescent boy laughed and ran to tackle the little boy. Kyle didn't know what hit him until it was too late. Joey's arms grasped him around his small chest and pulled him to the ground, the football flying free. Joey could feel the boy's chest bulge with small muscles and he cupped the hard mounds in his palms delighting in the smoothness of Kyle's skin. As they wrestled about, he slid his hands down around the boy's abdomen and stroked the soft hairless skin across his belly. The older boy was shocked suddenly to realize that he didn't know if he was playing; his hands were holding to the smooth body of the little boy, half caressing the soft skin as he held him. Though both boys were giggling, Joey was nervously aware of the intense pleasures sweeping along his stiff erection as the little boy struggled against him, his soft butt rubbing against Joey's crotch until the older boy started to gasp through his giggles. As Kyle fought to get away, Joey's palms slid up the boy's hard body and held to the sides of his small chest feeling it swell as the boy breathed, feeling thick from front to back and softer than a baby's bottom. With gentle excitement and curiosity, he tenderly stuck his fingers up beneath the boy's arms and gently stroked his hairless armpits, feeling the warm skin of his underarms still dry despite the boy's playing. Still holding to the small swells of Kyle's armpits, his hips unconsciously began to pump his rock hard penis against the struggling child's butt feeling like it would break off with its intense hardness but feeling too like he would have an orgasm at any second. So intent was young Joey on his growing excitement, that Kyle managed to break away and stood whirling, his cute face grinning as he turned ready to fend off Joey's next attack. For a long moment Joey just lay staring at the sweet little boy's half naked body, confirming that Kyle hadn't realized how much joy Joey had gotten from holding him or how much Joey longed to hold him again. Joey could feel his hard penis bulging in his jeans as he tried to sit up without hurting it, but as soon as he started to get up, the little boy ran at him giggling and trying to push him down again. Joey's hands, awkward in his puberty, managed to grab the boy's wrists and though Kyle tried to break free, Joey whirled him around and his small body fell to the grass. In seconds, Joey's clothed body mounted the half naked child, holding his arms high over his head, Joey's face only inches from the smooth, brown skin of Kyle's hairless armpits. He could feel his erection laying along Kyle's bare thigh, felt pleasure rapidly filling him as the young, hairless leg struggled against him. Kyle was trying to escape, his high pitched, boyish voice giggling as he squirmed, but Joey was too strong, his young body inflamed with a frantically growing orgasm. The youth couldn't help from pressing his hips against Kyle's leg and the smile slipped from his face as his penis filled with still greater pleasure. With his slender hips rhythmically pumping against the boy and with Kyle giggling and squirming beneath him, his penis was feeling more caresses, pressures and attentions than it had ever felt before. The lonely masturbator was discovering all kinds of pleasant sensations in his sensitive, over-active penis and every one was making him more and more excited. He was scarcely playing as the need for orgasm finally got hold of him. There was no turning back as he pushed Kyle's arms farther upward and pushed his own inflamed crotch still harder against the boy. If Kyle's mother had seen them and ordered him to stop, Joey would have been unable to so desperately did he need relief for his erection. He moaned and his face dropped in unbelievable pleasure and he was shocked to discover his nose and lips pressed against the smooth hairless skin of Kyle's boyish little armpit. It smelled sweet and tasted boyish against his lips as his body suddenly stiffened madly in orgasm. He took one last look at the soft, small, young chest beneath him and his crotch flared with wonderful pleasure. Kyle was still grinning, but uncertainly now as Joey's eyes closed and his slender body jerked spasmodically on top of his little body. Kyle was even more confused by the soft crying noises that mixed in with Joey's gasps, but he couldn't break free from him. The orgasm exploding inside him was unlike any Joey had felt while masturbating. The feeling of a living boy between his legs and the unbelievable pressure of his body against Joey's eager cock was so different from his own hands. He couldn't believe how hard it felt as his pubescent penis began ejaculating tablespoonsful of his sperm into his underpants, saturating the cotton cloth with his young seed as he jerked madly against the boy. His strength quickly began flowing from his young muscles as his climax receded and he collapsed on top of Kyle gasping loudly. Suddenly worried about what the little boy must be thinking, Joey's eyes shot open in uncertain fear, but the little boy broke into a grin as soon as he realized that Joey wasn't hurt or something. Joey let out a small laugh and, still gasping, climbed off the child his mind filled with guilt but wonder too at how exciting the boy had felt against him. He had a strong desire to hug Kyle, to give him a big kiss and to hold him with appreciation, but his passion was sated and he daren't risk being laughed at by the innocent boy. He glanced down at his jeans and discovered that a wet spot was growing where his sperm was seeping through the fabric. He would have to get home and change. Kyle jumped up ready to wrestle some more, but Joey just shook his head. "I won," he said, his high pitched voice still a smooth soprano unbroken by puberty. He felt so good inside, so happy. How he longed to share his happiness with the little boy. "Come on," Kyle giggled. "No," Joey said. "I have to go home." "Can I come over and play?" Kyle asked. Joey shrugged. He knew his jeans were wet and knew he had to change before Kyle noticed, but he still loved the boy and really wanted to be around him some more. Despite the fact that his young penis was limp and happy, he was still curious about Kyle and still wanted to see the boy naked. "Sure," he said. The idea of Kyle coming over to play with him made Joey very happy and he tried to figure out how he could talk him into taking his clothes off. The two young boys walked to Joey's, Kyle bantering in boyish innocence as Joey worshipped the warm feeling in his body. Kyle tossed the football on the couch as he followed Joey toward the older boy's room. They passed the kitchen on their way. "You have kool-aid?" the little boy asked. "Yeah," Joey replied. The boys entered the kitchen and Joey poured him a large glass of cherry kool-aid. Kyle grinned as he took the glass in both hands and lifted his arms high as he poured it down his throat. Joey found his eyes drifting to the boy's naked chest again, felt a deep pit in his stomach as he gazed at the smooth skin and soft brown underarms. Kyle's belly looked so soft and smooth, his belly button so cute and small; Joey imagined stroking the warm, brown skin. The cold liquid made the little boy's dark brown nipples shrink even tinier as they became erect looking beautiful on his soft body. Joey was still looking at the pretty boy's chest as Kyle lowered the empty glass, his lips now a cherry red from the kool-aid. Joey's eyes met the boy's happy smile and he felt his boyish cock stiffen rapidly into another raging erection. It had only been a few minutes since his orgasm on the lawn, but he already wanted the little boy again, his once happy body longing for orgasm again. For a moment he was going to tell Kyle to go home so he could masturbate. Instead, he returned the boy's smile. "Come on," he said, leading the way back to his bedroom. He looked through his cassette tapes as the little boy sat down on his bed. He realized that his hands had begun to tremble as he slipped a tape in his stereo and turned it on. When he turned around, he saw Kyle sitting on the bed looking through a comic book, and the youth again looked at Kyle's beautiful chest while he wasn't looking. His eyes slipped down to the boy's shorts now pulled tight against his crotch. He could make out a small bulge and imagined the boy's penis beneath. Kyle looked up and saw him. "What are you looking at?" he asked innocently. "Nothing," Joey said, breathing deeply. "You have neat toys," the boy said looking around his room. Joey just shrugged. "What do you want to do?" Kyle asked. Joey shrugged again. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt up his body and over his head, tossing it on the dresser. "I need to change into shorts," he explained, sitting down on the bed to untie his shoes. He had a slender body, little thicker than Kyle's, but longer making it look skinnier. He hadn't meant for Kyle to leave, had in fact a strange excitement about having the boy see his sperm covered underwear and explaining it to him as he stripped naked, but the boy stood and started toward the door. "I gotta use the bathroom," he said disappearing. Joey sat sighing a moment, then pulled his shoes and socks off. His enlarged fingers gently felt for the snaps to his jeans and he tenderly unsnapped and unzipped them. He reflexively rose on his toes and pulled both his Jeans and underwear down his legs. The sweet aroma of his boyish sperm wafted from his wet underpants and made his rock hard penis head look shiny. He didn't ejaculate very much sperm, but it was so young and thin and boyish. His six inch penis stuck straight out between his legs and pulsed visibly with his erection. His cute young pubic hairs and dark peach fuzz were adorable. He looked at it a long moment, trying to decide if he should masturbate before Kyle got back, but he wasn't sure he could finish the job in time. He was growing particularly excited thinking about the other boy holding his small penis as he tinkled in the next room. Instead, he took a pair of clean white underpants from his drawer and his long, slender legs stepped into them. They were a little bit small for him and he had to wriggle them up his thighs. His penis stuck out from the top and he tenderly reached down and pushed it to the side allowing the tight elastic band to snap back over it. "Are you done?" Kyle said coming into the room. Joey was turned away from him, but he blushed at seeing another boy in his underwear. He was already in, though, so he went to Joey's bed and threw himself down on it with boredom. "What are we going to do, Joey?" he asked. Joey was poking through his drawer looking for his shorts, but he suddenly stopped. He was so horny. What could he say to the other boy to get him to play with him? He didn't have time to come up with an answer, however, for hormones were taking over his young mind. Kyle was so small and young. What could he do to stop Joey anyway? All Joey had to do was pull the boys shorts off him... His body desperate with hormones and terror, he held his breath and went to lay down beside Kyle. "What are you doing?" the boy giggled. Joey didn't know what to say. He felt so sick with need and he could do nothing to end his hunger. Blushing bright red and fighting to smile, he reached one of his hands over and rubbed Kyle's soft belly. Kyle giggled nervously, obviously disturbed. "Joey..." he said in confusion. Joey forced himself to pull his hand away. "It's a game," his high pitched voice stuttered, his eyes gazing with determination at the other boy. Joey was laying on the outside of the bed with Kyle's sweet body between him and the wall. The boy couldn't get away from him, and he was so desperate now that he wouldn't let him. "What kind of game?" Kyle asked. He was still smiling and was blushing as deeply as the older boy. He had liked the feel of Joey's hand on his skin, but he was oddly frightened by it. Still, boyish curiosity was racing through the boy's mind and he wondered what Joey was going to do. His eyes scanned the other boy's slender body, pale compared to his but just as soft and smooth looking. When he reached Joey's crotch, however, his deep brown eyes widened in surprise. The big, hard bulge in Joey's underpants could only be his penis and Kyle was shocked to see anything so big. He wondered what it looked like without the covering. "A fun game," Joey said. He knew the boy was looking at his penis, but he didn't mind, it excited him even more, and he wasn't smiling as he reached out and lay his hand on the boy's naked chest. Kyle felt so warm, his skin unbelievably soft. He could actually feel the boy's rapid heart beat and could feel the small chest swell as the boy breathed. Kyle looked back up Joey's slender chest and met his eyes, still blushing and smiling with boyish embarrassment. Joey's hand on his chest made him feel strangely excited and he half wanted him to rub his skin, half wanted to run away in fear. "How do you play?" he asked, giggling nervously. "You have to take your shorts off," Joey stammered, his eyes intently watching the boy's for reaction. "Oh, no," Kyle laughed starting to get up. Joey pressed back on the boy's small chest and refused to let him move and Kyle giggled again. "Joey," he grinned. "Let me go." "You have to take your shorts off," he said and he managed to smile through his crimson blush. Kyle looked doubtfully at the older boy for a long moment, wondering if he were really serious. Despite his fear and embarrassment, he felt a strong desire to take all his clothes off. He liked being naked and felt a strange desire for the other boy to see him. Still, he blushed even brighter and looked down his small hairless body to his shorts. Grinning against his embarrassment, he said "Okay." Joey lay back to give the boy room and stared intently at his crotch as his small fingers slipped beneath the elastic to his shorts. Kyle's embarrassed grin slowly faded from his cute face as he pushed down on the fabric, his lips tightening instead into a thin nervous line, still smiling, but uncertainly now. His smooth brown cheeks flushed red as his shorts slipped over his hips and slowly moved down his soft, hairless legs. Joey stared at the boy's white cotton underpants, looking even brighter against his soft brown skin, and felt his heart skip as he made out the small, young bulge of the boy's little penis and smaller mounds of his testicles. Kyle kicked his shorts off and lay back down wearing only his small underpants. He looked so cute and adorable to the older boy, and both of them giggled with nervousness as their half naked bodies lay side by side. Neither could think of anything to say, just giggled boyishly and glanced at each other's bodies. Kyle's arms folded across his small chest and he crossed his legs protectively. Joey watched him with intense love and his trembling hand moved out and caressed his smooth body again. It twitched as the child giggled and Joey's hand tickled him as it slowly stroked across his little belly button. "What do we do now?" Kyle giggled through his teeth. "Take off your underwear," Joey said nervously, causing the little boy to laugh hysterically. "Joey," he giggled, "I can't do that." "Yeah, you can," Joey grinned, his hand rubbing so low on the boy's belly he was almost touching his underpants. Only half under control, his hand slipped over the boy's hips and took a gentle hold of the little bulge to his penis. Kyle's body contorted almost into the fetal position as he squealed in laughter. "Lay still," Joey said, still holding to the boy's small bulge. Kyle tried to suppress his giggles and lay still, but his body wanted so desperately to curl up. This didn't detract from his joy; having another boy holding his penis felt delightful to the little boy; it tickled but their was also a strange excitement. He wanted to take his underwear off so bad and let Joey see him naked, but he felt so shy and a little frightened. His eyes stared at Joey's fingers as they tenderly caressed the small bulge in his underpants. It felt so good. Joey's hand slowly slipped from the boy's penis. "Take your underwear off, Kyle," he said lovingly. For a moment, Kyle fought against his fear. Suddenly, he giggled, sat up and quickly pulled his underwear down his smooth brown legs and threw them aside. He lay back down on the bed, his arms again folded across his small chest and his legs crossed again, half suppressing his giggles as he looked down at his naked body. Joey fell stone silent as he stared at the naked boy beside him, so young and innocent. His images of Kyle with dark peach fuzz quickly faded as he looked at the small, hairless boyhood between the child's legs. Kyle's penis was very small and boyish. Laying limp, it was only about two inches long and very slender. It was circumcised and the small penis head was a dark brown, the tiny slit looking sweet on the young organ. The rest of the shaft was the same soft brown color as his body, without a mark of veins. The smooth brown skin of Kyle's slender tummy ran soft and pretty right up to the skinny shaft of his hairless little penis, looking utterly beautiful. Beneath his small penis, his little testicles were pressed up between his thighs looking so boyish in his hairless brown scrotum. Joey could only stare at it for long moments until Kyle suddenly giggled and started to get up to find his underwear again. But Joey's hand quickly pressed back on his small chest and began to rub rhythmically up and down the soft smooth skin. Kyle tried to fold his arms across his body again, but Joey kept them away. He loved the feel of the little boy's skin, loved the life he felt beating in the boy's body. Kyle could only giggle delightedly. He was frightfully embarrassed, but it felt so good to be touched and caressed by the older boy. He stared wide eyed as Joey's hand slid across his trembling belly and took gentle hold of his naked little penis. It looked even smaller against Joey's large hand but felt so unbelievably good to Kyle. It felt even better to Joey. The pubescent boy couldn't believe how deeply he loved the dark boy. He could feel the smooth, hairless skin around Kyle's penis against his fingers as he held the limp little thing in his hand, gently caressing it, slowly rubbing it. It felt so small and limp, so young and boyish. He ran his fingers lower and gently rubbed them across Kyle's hairless scrotum, feeling it tighten around his small balls as he stroked them. He could feel Kyle's heartbeat at the base of his hairless penis and, in little more than a second, he felt the little meat go from utter limpness to rock hard, throbbing erection. When it was rock hard, it stood out a straight, skinny three inches and pulsed rhythmically between Joey's tender fingers. Kyle had had erections before, but not many and he wasn't used to the sensitive pleasures that spread from the swollen little head. He still giggled with embarrassment, but now he looked to Joey to see if the other boy was going to laugh at his funny looking penis. Joey was far from laughing, however. He was holding the small erection with boyish gentleness and gazing at it with obvious love. He tugged on the little penis as he shifted his body to grab his own underwear with his other hand. Kyle gasped at the pleasures this sent across his belly, and he grew more frightened as he noticed Joey's hand fighting to push his underwear down. His big penis stuck out rock hard, fighting against Joey's efforts, but the young boy managed to get the elastic over the throbbing head and the big meat pushed out above the band as the boy awkwardly squirmed the tight fabric down. He was gasping from the effort and from his excitement, refusing to let Kyle's naked little erection go as he fought his underpants down his legs and off. Kyle stared at the raging penis between the other boy's legs with shock and surprise. He had never seen a penis so big. The only time he ever saw other boys naked was down at the YMCA, and they all had little, hairless, boyhoods like he had. Joey's penis was twice as big, and had the tell-tale signs of pubescent pubic hair just around the base. The little boy was filled with questions but he didn't ask them. Joey's penis looked angry so madly did it throb, the slit on the head pressured open with the hardness of his erection. Kyle was frightened, but also curious and he stared at the big penis out the corner of his eye. He could still feel Joey's strong fingers gripping his own little erection and it felt more and more sensitive, felt harder every second. Joey was gasping so hard that the little boy giggled nervously. The older boy managed to smile back and lay his body over until he felt his big, hot penis lay along top the little boy's soft, cool thigh. Their penises were so close together that it was easy to compare sizes, and excited Joey tenderly pulled the little boy's penis head over until it touched his own. He slid closer against Kyle's soft body, felt the boy's smooth side against his chest, as he pressed his throbbing erection farther over until it rubbed against the soft hairless mound between the boy's legs, his big penis rubbing against Kyle's stiff little erection. He was gasping loudly and let out a moan, still fighting to smile to relax the nervous boy. Neither boy said anything to the other as Joey began to masturbate the little boyhood in his fingers. His own cock felt like it would explode in orgasm at any second, and he slowly pumped his hips allowing his hot penis head to caress the boy's hairless dick. He masturbated the child with the gentleness of a mature lover, feeling the flesh rub slowly up and down the throbbing hardness beneath it. He kept his eyes opened despite his desire to close them, and worshipped the boy's hairless little erection. Kyle's little testicles moved rhythmically with Joey's stroking, the boy's little penis pulling the skin of his scrotum to raise his balls rhythmically. His small body was growing harder and harder and the slender muscles along his abdomen stood out firm and beautiful, matching the small impressions left by his young ribs. His nipples were so tiny and erect, so beautiful on the small mounds of his chest's muscles, so beautiful against the amazing softness of his little body. Beautiful and adorable, swelling as the boy's lungs filled with air. He began to cry softly as ticklish waves of pleasure swept over and over his belly, his testicles almost aching with the stiffness of his erection. He had never felt anything so wonderful or so frightening; he could not believe how hard his penis felt and it seemed to be ten times its small size. Joey just continued lovingly rubbing it, moving a little faster as the boy's pleasure grew greater and greater. Kyle stared down his naked body, amazed that a boy was playing with his penis, amazed at the intense pleasure it brought him. Joey's cock looked so big laying on his body and felt so hard and hot. The little boy was still curious about the soft little hairs between the other boy's legs but he was finding it difficult to think about that. Every time he tried to think of something, his mind was quickly turned back to his little erection and unknowingly to the young orgasm filling his penis and small body. The boy had never felt orgasm before but he seemed to sense what was going to happen. Pleasure was running across his body with ever greater excitement and the boy instinctively knew that it was soon going to explode up his penis. "Joey," he cried softly as his excitement took rhythmic jumps of pleasure. The other boy didn't stop masturbating him, however, and he didn't want him to. He was afraid, but his penis felt so good; he could hear himself crying so happy did his penis feel. It was impossible for his body to feel so wonderful, such ticklish and intense joy. "Joey," he cried again. He could feel his body tightening still harder, his soft hairless thighs rippling. His soprano voice began to grunt rhythmically and more loudly and he felt his slender, naked hips pulling slowly back. He lost his vision, forgot where he was or what he was doing, or what was being done to his little penis. All he was aware of was the almost painful pleasure that flooded his naked body, the incredible hardness flowing down his sensitive little erection. Just when he thought it could feel no better, it suddenly leapt up in delighted pleasure that made the boy cry out loudly. He could feel his body jerking madly, felt his penis pumping and flexing with frantic bursts of joy. It seemed to last forever to the little boy and he lay in the pleasure of his naked body as it jerked with boyish orgasm, jerking and causing his penis to pulse with wonderfully good feelings. Feeling a little sick in his tummy, the boy felt his body grow still. His tense muscles relaxed, the hardness, oozing from his body until it grew limp and fell exhausted. Warm, happiness filled the little boy and he lay gasping, enjoying how relaxed he felt. He gradually became aware of the naked boy beside him, still gently tugging his hairless little penis feeling softer and rubbery. He opened his eyes and saw that his penis had lost its stiff erection and could see his rubbery flesh creeping rhythmically along his little brown penis head. "That felt good, Joey," the little boy smiled at his naked friend. He didn't feel like moving, could just lay still, enjoying the gentle tugs on his hairless boyhood. He wanted it to go on forever, wanted to feel his body racked in orgasm again. The boy's happiness flooded into Joey and the young pubescent boy felt so good that he had pleased the child. Maybe now Kyle would be willing to do it again, would come over every day to play naked games with him. He let the limp little penis slip from his fingers and gently lay his palm down on it, holding to the boy's hairless little boyhood and small testicles at the same time. He allowed his own rock hard penis to slip beneath his palm, felt it rub against Kyle's limp little one and immediately felt his penis spurting his pre-cum onto the child's hairless little meat. Kyle's eyes widened at the feel of the warm, wetness against his penis but he said nothing because it felt good and kind of slimy. Besides, Joey quickly pulled his penis back and Kyle could see that it was dripping a clear, white juice, not urine. Joey knew he couldn't last much longer. He was so desperate for orgasm, so entranced by the naked little boy on his bed. Gasping with excitement and anticipation, he crawled up on his knees facing the little boy and, gazing at his soft naked body, began to masturbate himself. Orgasm filled him almost immediately and wailed loudly with pleasure. He kept his eyes opened and gazed along Kyle's naked little body and at the hairless, limp boyhood on his belly. His thighs and small buttocks rippled and thrust his hips powerfully out, his six inch penis squirting his young sperm all across the boy's tiny nipples and smooth chest. When it was done ejaculating, he held it above Kyle's hairless belly and let it drip his sperm on the soft skin. Finally, he lay down beside the boy and lay his arm across his small chest. They lay in silence, both enjoying the happiness in their naked young bodies. Happy and in love, the two boys curled into each other's arms, their penises pressed together, and fell asleep. In the next few months, the two boys became almost inseparable. Kyle would meet him at the bus stop after school and together they would go to Joey's room. Being only a little prepubescent boy, Kyle didn't always climax, but he played with Joey for hours, delighting every time the boy's penis squirt out his sperm. With boyish curiosity, they learned to suck each other off and Kyle began to love the taste of Joey's hot sperm spurting onto his young tongue. Joey's penis was too big for the little boy to suck very much, but he was so cute and tried so hard that Joey would have an orgasm almost as soon as Kyle started licking him. Kyle's butt was too small and tight for Joey to buttfuck him, but Kyle's small penis felt very good fucking Joey's butt and the little boy loved to do it doggy style. He would clasp his arms around Joey's skinny abdomen and thrust his little penis frantically in and out of his butt, giggling happily, both boys loving it even when it took a half hour for Kyle's small body to jerk in orgasm. Kyle was truly Joey's love.