Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 18:44:51 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Cole: Chapter Seven This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy of eighteen years and a boy of twelve years. If you do not wish to view, are not of proper age, or it is illegal in you area of jurisdiction, please leave now. If not enjoy! Here is the long awaited seventh chapter. Sorry it took so long, I just am really burnt out on the project and have been swamped with other things lately. Chapter Eight will conclude the story and I hope to get it out in a timely matter, but it's been hard. It seems like once Cole and Jason hooked up, the story had served it purpose and what I had been writing was just fluff. However I just read this chapter again and realized its not fluff, it's real character development and even more progress in their relationship. So the next and last chapter will wrap things up (for now). For more on future possible stories, check out the bottom of this chapter. I should mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. If you like the story, please send me an e-mail at: jnew001(at)gmail.com Feedback is what keeps me going! Enjoy! Chapter Seven ------------- The weekend ended up not being as bad as I thought it would be. I missed Cole a ton, but the knowledge that I'd see him for sure on Monday was more than enough to get me through the weekend. Max drug me around campus from event to event with his friends, who were fast becoming my friends. I had to admit it was a lot of fun, even without Cole. The University was putting on a wide range of activities to welcome kids back to school, most of which included free food. That's the main reason Max and I went to a majority of them, never intending to listen to the speaker or join the group that was putting it on. Samuel, who got roped into being a "RecSports Ambassador," was forced to help out at an event they put on. We all went to it and annoyed him basically, asking him stupid question after stupid question. We never stopped joking with him about being suckered into it, which I guess was mean spirited. I mean, the guy was helping promote intramural sports on the campus, an important aspect of college life. But still, I guess the way he was pulled into it at the Club Fair was the reason why we had so much fun with it. What started as a friendly chat ended up being a pretty big commitment. Meanwhile, I was much happier with my Club Fair day commitment. I loved Cole with all my heart and he felt the same way about me. We were alike in a lot of ways. First of all, we were both blonde, although my hair was not quite as pure as Cole's. His mess of blonde hair was one of the reasons why he was so damn cute, along with his green eyes and bright smile of course. While he was still obviously a boy, I maintained a lot of my boyish looks as many people may have guessed my age to be fifteen or sixteen at most. I loved that fact I was still youthful and relatively hair free. Having no happy trail or chest hair was such a relief and I just hoped it stayed that way. I guess part of my attraction to the younger boys was the lack of any body hair. While I still liked guys my own age as well, I much preferred them shaved and smooth all over. Although the weekend did seem to take forever, it wasn't long before Monday arrived and I knew I only had to suffer through a couple of classes before I could see Cole once again. I know I said we'd go putt-putt golfing, but I'm not so sure I'd be able to maintain my composure for that long. I hadn't had an orgasm since the one up Cole's bowels on Friday, and I think just the sight of him would make me crazy with hormones. My classes seemed to drag on but I won't bore you with the details. College had already become a routine, filing from one class to the next, taking notes and watching the clock eagerly. At first it was exciting, everything was new and it was much more engaging that high school, but that upside had diminished. Now all college was doing was keeping me from seeing Cole. Speaking of which, I was finding myself preoccupied nearly every minute thinking of him. I was beginning to worry it would affect my grades, but the first midterms weren't for a few weeks and hopefully by then my obsession with him would cease. Right now our relationship was new and just budding, and I myself was still not quite comfortable with it. I mean, here I was, a virgin until Friday, being shown the sexual ropes by a twelve year old. Normally should that be the other way around? Furthermore, shouldn't I be having sex with someone my own age? I had actually come to peace with the fact Cole was so much younger than I, something that worried me a lot during the first few days. If he and I loved each other, honest to God consensual love, who dare say that was wrong? What had started as fear had almost gone to anger. For now though, I was content with maintaining a relationship with Cole and keeping it under wraps. Whatever I had to do so that I could spend more time with the cutest and kindest boy I had ever met. Speaking of which, class finally ended and it was time to see Cole once again. I headed back to the dorms to put my books away and change into something cooler since it had gotten much nicer outside since when I first left in the morning. Entering the dorm building, one of the oldest on campus, I quickly made my way to the elevator. I was only on the fourth floor, but the stairs were pretty disgusting. Students coming home drunk every night and puking or peeing all over them did not make it a very desirable form of travel to one's room. Since they turned the elevator off at midnight, the only way a smashed student could stumble back to their room was via the stairs. And since the RAs cleaned the mess up, I can assure you it wasn't the best cleanup job. I was thankful with the elevator arrived and I was left to myself for the ride. Not that I was anti-social or anything, I just hated that awkward elevator time with someone you didn't know. They'd walk in, you'd both exchange your "hellos," maybe a short comment on the weather, then silence. You'd stand there and try to think of things to do to make it less awkward... pretend you got a text message, make sure you remembered your wallet, read the elevator certification license...whatever. I'd just rather have the thing to myself unless it was Max, Sam, or one of my other friends. The elevator arrived on the fourth floor, slowly opening and making a weird noise in the process. I swore that thing was going to be the end of me, but so far it had yet to break down. I'm sure that it would before not too long, but hopefully not while I was an occupant. Opening reaching the dorm room, I was surprised to find the door unlocked. Maybe I had forgotten to lock it, which was a bad thing to do since laptops could be easily stolen in a blink of an eye. I was relieved to see that Max was in the dorm room, typing away at his computer. "Hey man," he called, not really even looking up. "Hey, what's up?" I asked, putting my backpack down. "Not much," he said, finally turning towards me. "Math got out early so I've just been chillin'." "Awesome," I said, rummaging some cargo shorts from my dresser. Sensing that I was about to change, Max turned back towards his computer. "You going to see that kid?" he asked, typing away at some instant message box. "Yeah, Cole," I said. `He wasn't just "some kid,"' I thought, slipping my pants off and putting the cargo shorts on. I transferred my wallet and keys from one item to the other and was ready to take off. "Anyways," I said, "I think I'm taking him putt-putt golfing but I'll be back around six or whatever so we can get dinner." "Alright man," Max said, turning back towards me. "Call me if I'm not here, Sam mentioned going to the gym or something." "Sounds good," I said. "See you later." "Later dude," he said. Back to the elevator I went, relieved that I caught it right as it came back down from the top floor. There were a few other people on it, so I just nodded my head and walked in. Silence ensued for the next twenty seconds or so, everybody fidgeting with something a little bit. Hopefully this awkwardness would soon dissipate, but with three hundred some kids living in the dorm I'm not sure everybody would get to know one another. We finally reached the main floor and parted our separate ways. For me it was down the main road off campus, towards Cole's house, a walk that had become very familiar. A walk that seemed to be getting longer and longer each day as I wanted to see Cole more and more. Just the knowledge that I was going to be with Cole in ten minutes though was enough to keep my spirits high and mind occupied. By the time I reached Cole's house, I had a raging boner just from the thought of being with him. He was waiting in the front yard like on Friday, shirtless, shoeless, a pair of cargo shorts his only piece of clothing. Damn he was cute. "Jason!" he called, jumping up and running towards me. We met at the edge of the driveway and I scooped him up in a big hug. It felt so nice to be holding him again, his warm, soft little body pressed up against mine. "Hey Cole," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll kiss you inside," he winked as I let him back down to the ground. "How was your weekend hottie?" I asked, my hand rested softly on his butt as I led him to the front door. "Fun," he grinned. "I missed you a lot though." "Yeah, I missed you too," I said, rustling his hair. As soon as the front door shut he leaped back into my arms and started to French kiss me again. This time I was prepared and reciprocated the gesture, my tongue whirling around in his hot little mouth. The feeling of our two tongues twirling together was electric, along with his hot little body pressed against my own. I could tell he had a boner, it was poking me in the stomach, as my own was jabbing one of his thighs. Eventually I stumbled over to the couch, Cole still in my arms and locked to my lips and gently lay down on my back. This way Cole would be on top, as it would be pretty uncomfortable to have someone so much bigger hovering over you. We continued to make out for a good five minutes or so, our hips grinding together and saliva mixing. No words were exchanged, but they were completely unnecessary. We both loved each other and missed not seeing each other all weekend. Finally our mouths got tired and we broke the kiss. Cole slowly rose up, his breathing deep and his hair all in a mess and falling in his face. God he was hot. "Wow," he said. "You're a good kisser." "Me?" I asked in disbelief. "You're awesome. I can't believe a twelve year old showed me how to kiss." "I never had a kiss like that before," Cole said, now sitting full up on the couch. "What about with Chase?" I asked. "We made out and stuff, but it wasn't like this," Cole said. "I mean, he was way more into the sex part than the love part. I mean he liked me as a good friend, enough to completely share his body with me, but I don't think he ever loved me like you do. Nor did I with him. I mean, I loved him, but not that way I love you cause he didn't feel the same way about me." "I see," I said, feeling bad for Cole. "Like now he has a girlfriend," Cole said. "He's not gay or anything, but still when I see him we fuck. He's open about stuff like that, he's not all self conscious. For him though it's a way to relieve sexual tension, but when I fuck him, its out of sexual attraction, you know?" "Yeah I can see that," I said. "I had a friend like that too. Back in sixth grade, your age, we fooled around a lot. We jacked each other off, even gave each other a few blow jobs. Never to orgasm though. Anyways we were really good friends, probably like you and Chase. I mean he was my best friend. It was a place for him to direct his hormones... and I was more than willing." "Then what happened?" Cole asked, wanting to know the fate of him and Chase. "Well, around eighth grade it got really weird," I said. "It was like `by now shouldn't we have girlfriends?' so we just stopped doing it. It was hard for me because I really loved him, and wanted to be more than just sex buddies. He didn't though and I hid that fact from him. So we just stopped doing it, now we don't even talk about it." "But you're still his friend?" Cole asked. "Yeah. We stayed best friends through high school until I left. We just didn't talk about it though, every time I'd mention it he'd get uncomfortable. So I let it be. And at that time I still wasn't happy with the whole being gay thing, I still denied it, so I didn't want to even pursue it, you know?" "Yeah," Cole said. "The same thing would've probably happened with Chase. He's a really good friend, he always calls me and stuff." "That's awesome," I said. "He really likes you as a friend. He wasn't taking advantage of you for the sex or anything." "Nope," Cole grinned. "Good old Chasey. But I love someone else now, and he loves me back." "Love you too," I said, giving him a peck on the lips. "Look, we better head for mini golf if we want to get back in time to do anything." "Good idea," Cole grinned, getting up and going to his room to put a shirt and some socks on. I just sat on the couch, my whole body relaxed and filled with the euphoria of being with Cole. Not only being with Cole, being his boyfriend, his lover, some one he shared his life with. I glanced around the family room; so many good memories had already taken place here. Especially on the couch I was sitting on. If Cole and I got back early enough to do anything else, I was going to suggest we do it in his bedroom. Not only would it be more intimate, a bed would be a lot more comfortable to do it on. Plus, just doing in Cole's bed, my little twelve year old lover, would be hot enough. Cole skipped back out of his room, now wearing a LeBron James basketball jersey. It looked so cute on him, as his arms and part of his chest were still exposed. It looked like he had gotten a little bit of sun over the weekend, his skin tanned and smooth. His hair even looked a little blonder, something that also happened to me when I got a lot of sun exposure. "Cutie," I grinned, tussling his hair once again. Cole just giggled, walking towards the front hallway to get his shoes. I followed him, admiring his cute butt jiggling back and forth through his Cargo shorts. He collected his shoes and sat down on a bench to put them on. Admiring his smooth legs and pudgy thighs, I couldn't quite see all the way to his crotch. I had a suspicion he wasn't wearing underwear, again, so I slowly ran my hand along his thighs until I reached his genitals. Sure enough, there they were, Cole was completely free balling it again. I jiggled his testicles a little before pulling back out, Cole just grinning at me. "You dirty boy," I joked. "You know you like it," Cole said sassily. "Yeah," I grinned. Cole stood up, both shoes now on and announced he was ready to go. We locked up the house and started to walk towards the mini golf place. I had never been there, but from what I understood it was only a few blocks away from the pool Cole and I had gone to last week. We bounced happily along down the street, holding hands and enjoying the company of one another once again. He was telling me all about his weekend at the lake with his mom. Apparently they know someone who has a small little cabin on the water, so they use it on Saturdays when they can. They left Saturday afternoon and spent all weekend there, coming home last night around dinnertime. "Did you swim a lot?" I asked him. "Yeah, basically the whole time," Cole said. "My mom swam with me a little too." "So it was just you two?" I asked. "Yeah, this time," Cole responded. "A lot of the times my second aunt and her daughter or whatever will come for the day. They live like twenty minutes away." "That's cool," I said. "Are they nice?" "Yeah, they're pretty cool," Cole said. "She can be a bit prissy about messin' up her hair or whatever but she's fun." "How old is she?" "A year older I think." "Ah," I said. We reached a crosswalk so Cole ran to push the button. He pressed it about twenty times before bouncing back to me, smiling as usual. "What'd you do this weekend?" he asked. "Oh just hung around campus," I said. "Went to some welcome events and got free food. Mostly just thought about how much I missed you though." "Cool," Cole grinned. "I missed you too. I thought of how much fun it would've been to have you there and swim and stuff." "Yeah that would be," I said, starting across the street with Cole in tow. "How warm was the water?" "It's not too bad," Cole responded. "At first it's kinda cold, especially on your balls, but then you get used to it and it's kinda warm." "That nice." "Want to hear something hot?" Cole grinned devilishly. "What?" I asked, perked up by the queston. "Well, there's this rock outcropping about fifty feet out. So when my mom just got out and I knew I had some time to swim alone, I'd strip my suit off and leave it there." "That is hot," I grinned back. "And so something you'd do." "Yeah," Cole laughed. "Anyways so I'd swim around and boats would get near me and wave and stuff, they had no clue. Skinny dipping feels so good, it's amazing." "Agreed," I said. "I went skinny dipping a couple of times with my friend, had to be live five years ago. I just remember it gave me an instant boner." "Same," Cole said. "Me and Chase used to go skinny dipping all the time at his house cause he had a pool. Most the time at night after everyone had gone to bed, so we had to be kind of quiet but it was still fun." "Awesome," I said, just trying to picture it. "Sometimes they'd leave us home alone during the day for an hour or so. So we'd go out, and it was so nice with the sun shining and everything. I think people in the houses next to him saw us because they were two stories. Doesn't matter though, nothing wrong with skinny dipping in your own pool." "They were probably turned on," I joked. "How could they not be," Cole said, flipping his hair back in a dramatic swoop. "You goof," I chuckled. Finally we arrived at the miniature golf course. It was much nicer than I imagined, completely outside and complete with a creak, waterfall, fake mountains, windmill, small covered bridge, and other cool looking obstacles. Thank goodness for the Bobcat Buddies card or I'd be paying through the gills for this. "Wow," Cole said, gazing at the course. "Ever been here?" I asked. "Never," he responded. "Didn't even know it was here." "We're just a bunch of newbies," I said, walking into the small clubhouse to pay. "Welcome to King-Putt," a man of sixty or so called. "Hey," I said. "We'd like to play a round." "Will do," he smiled, looking at Cole. Who couldn't be happy when he was around? "I'm from Bobcat Buddies, here is my card," I said, taking it out and showing it to him. The prices were more reasonable than I imagined, my round would have been six dollars and Cole's four. "Great program," he said. "My youngest son was a Buddy their first year. That was his senior year though, so he only did it once." "Awesome," I said. Bet his kid wasn't as cute as Cole. "You two enjoy yourselves," the man said, smiling softly. "Go ahead and take a putter and ball near the door." "Thank you," I said, waving goodbye. "Thanks," Cole piped in. We each found the appropriate sized putter and chose our favorite color of ball. Cole picked green and I blue, which just so happened to match our eye colors. Walking to the first hole, I continued to take in the scope of the course. Most places I had been to before were little ho dink establishments, with stained carpets to putt on and crappy décor. This place however, was definitely a step up. There were a few other groups already on the course, but nothing that would delay our play. The next players were already on the fifth hole or so. The first hole you had to spilt two mountains and then get a forty-five degree bounce off the right wall to get it close to the hole. There was a small bridge crossing a creak right after the mountains, but it was walled in so your ball wouldn't plop into the water. "Sexy boys first," I said, motioning Cole to hit first. Cole wiggled his ass while walking to place his ball down. He slowly bent down, adjusting the ball for quite some time with his rump pointed straight at me. God he was cute in those cargo shorts, and he'd be even cuter without them. "Save it," I said playfully. "I think the guy can see us." I glanced back to the clubhouse. The man was inside rearranging some merchandise with his back to us, so thankfully he didn't see Cole's little exhibition. Cole reared back his putter and whacked the ball through the mountains. It ran out of steam just as it was going to bounce towards the hole, leaving him with a good ten feet or so to the hole. "Nice shot," I said, slapping him a high five and then on the ass as he passed me. "Thanks," he grinned. I lined up my shot and fired. Being a casual golfer, I was able to navigate the ball within Cole's shot to about five feet. This first hole was pretty easy, from the looks of things it'd get harder pretty fast. Cole walked up to his ball and squatted down, holding his putter out in front of him like a professional golfer would do to read his putt. He stood back up and licked his finger, testing out the wind. He was being so adorable right now with his antics I just wanted to scoop him up and kiss him, but I restrained myself. "You cute little goof," I ended up saying, grinning at him. "What?" he grinned back. His putt rolled towards the hole, caught the left edge, and twirled in. "Yeah!" he said, raising his hands. "Nice shot," I said, giving him a high five. "See, that squatting shit pays off," he winked. I rolled my putt in as well, meaning we each got two for the first hole. We forgot to get a scorecard, but I don't think it really mattered. Just being in each other's company was exciting enough. The next hole involved a ramp over the creek, meaning you had to have enough speed to jump the gap. After that obstacle was cleared, you had to avoid a triangle of rocks on your way to the hole. Cole launched his shot over the water, so hard it bounced straight back off a rock and into the creek. "What the hell?" he said, turning towards me with a look of disbelief. "Have fun fishing your ball out," I grinned back. I hit my shot, taking a little bit off of it so it wouldn't have the velocity to bounce as violently as Cole's did. It ended up stuck between the rocks but with a clear path to the hole. Cole meanwhile had fished his ball out and placed it along the edge of the water. He stuck his tongue out a little bit in concentration, rearing the putter back and sending it rattling along the edge and bouncing wildly off a rock. Thankfully it bounced towards the hole and ended up about eight feet away. "Nice shot," I said. "Got lucky," he smiled. I rolled my ball close to the hole and tapped in for three. Cole did his little professional golfer routine again, although it was a much abbreviated version. He rolled his putt four feet by the hole. "Eek," I said. He missed the comebacker and ended up with five. "Shit," he said, looking at me and smiling lightly. "It's okay," I said, wrapping him up in a hug. I reached my hand down his jersey and rubbed his smooth back a little, enjoying the feeling of him in my arms. "Thanks," he said once we broke the embrace. And so it went for the next ten holes or so. I was averaging a shot or so better than Cole per hole, but he was doing pretty well for someone that had never played real golf before. It was so refreshing to be with him, surrounded by his energy and spunk. College students tended to be run down, tired, and pessimistic about most everything. Not Cole though, life was one big game to him. Just seeing his passion for life made me so much more appreciative of what I had. Right before teeing off on the thirteenth hole I could feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the Caller ID. It was a number I had never seen before but had a local area code, so I picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. "Jason?" came a woman's voice. "This is Ms. Mason, Cole's mom." "Oh hey Ms. Mason," I said, tapping Cole on the shoulder. "How is mini-golf?" "Good," I responded. She sounded stressed. "What's going on?" Cole whispered looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Could you put Cole on?" she asked. "Sure," I said. My heart began to beat rapidly, what if someone had seen us being more than just friends? Even if it just were a kiss or something? Maybe they called his mom to let her know and now she was going to ask Cole what happened. "Hey... fun... yeah," Cole said, talking to his mom on the phone. "Grammy? ... Where? ... Is she okay? ... That's good ... You are? ... Oh ... Not really ... Him? ... Sorta, I've never been to his house ..." The conversation sounded safe and ended my fears of being caught. It sounded like someone in the family got hurt, but what else I didn't know. "He would ... I don't think so ... Yeah ... Okay ..." Cole handed the phone back to me. "What's up?" I asked. "My mom had a tumble in the retirement home," Ms. Mason responded. "She broke her arm and they think they're going to have to put some metal screws in there to make it heal up, it was fractured pretty badly." "That's awful," I said, legitimately concerned. "She's a tough lady, she'll stick it out," his mom assured me. "Problem is, she's a good three hours away and I'm her closest child. So I really need to get over there while she's in the hospital." "Yeah, I can see that," I said, wondering what this meant for Cole. "Problem is, I can't take Cole because it's going to be a long night and he has school in the morning." "That's true." "He has a couple of friends I could call to see if they'd take him overnight. Back before we moved, I'd just drop him at my sister's when stuff like this came up. Now the closest relatives are up near that lake." "What can I do to help?" I asked. I'd be willing to stay with him tonight, but I don't think she wanted to burden me with that. "Well either Cole has to go to a friend's house, he doesn't have any close ones yet, or I have to call my cousin and have her pick him up. That's a lot to ask though; she's an hour away at Spirit Lake..." "I can stay with him," I piped up. Not only did I want to help, a night alone with Cole would mean some very hot sex and the chance to cuddle with him until morning. "Oh Jason," she said. "I don't want to inconvenience you like that. You've got stuff to do as a college student..." "I don't have any homework tonight, and my first class is at ten tomorrow. I could sleep on the couch or whatever, send him off to school, and still make my class." "Oh, I hate to put this on you like that," she sighed. "It's totally okay," I said, getting even more eager. "Your son is awesome and I won't mind, honest." "I'll pay you for your troubles Jason. This is beyond your Buddy stuff, I'll give you fifty bucks or something." "That won't be necessary. Look, Cole is like a little brother to me and I really, honestly don't mind. You don't need to pay me, I know how tight money is." "You're getting paid," she laughed. "Well, we can argue about that later," I said. "You're sure this is okay?" she asked. "Positive," I said. Cole slapped me a high five, he knew what was going on. "Oh bless your heart Jason," she sighed. "You are the nicest young man I've ever met. What you've done for Cole and this... really I can't thank you enough." "No problem," I said casually. "Okay, well for dinner we have some stuff but feel free to take him out. I'll reimburse you for anything you spend." "Okay," I said. "His normal bedtime is ten, so try to get him into bed around there. Feel free to sleep in my bed too, I don't mind. His bus leaves at eight, so try to wake him up around seven. He should probably shower in the morning and we have cereal and stuff to eat." "Will do," I said. "Oh Jason, thank you," Ms. Mason said. She sounded so appreciative of the gesture, but really, it was no trouble at all. "No problem," I said. "I hope your mom is okay." "She'll be fine," she said confidentially. "The woman has been through worse, she'll just need some time to recover." "Yeah, well best of luck," I said. "Thanks again Jason, this means a lot. Will you put Cole back on?" "Sure," I said, handing the phone to Cole. "He is?" Cole exclaimed. "Awesome! ... No it'll be great... Okay, cool ... I will be, promise ... Love you too ... Tell Grammy I say `hi' and to get better ... Bye." Cole handed me the phone back. "I hope she's okay," I said, feeling slightly guilty I was going to enjoy Cole all of tonight at his grandmother's expense. "She'll be fine," Cole reassured me. "She broke her leg a couple of years ago and was walking in a few months." "That's good." I said, feeling better about her welfare. We continued to play, slower and more freely now that we knew we'd have a night alone. Neither one of us said anything, but we knew what was going to go down tonight. I was busying visually eating up his body. Most of my concentration was spent on his legs, shining in the sun, the smattering of hairs on them visible in the light. Then wander up a little to his crotch, covered only by a layer of cloth. The fact that he was free balling it in those shorts was enough to drive me crazy. Cole was crazy and open like that. From the outside, he just looked like a sweet, bashful little boy. In reality he was a crazy, wild, sexy little man that knew he was all of the above. Another feature I was noticing was his hands. Like his feet, he kept immaculate care of them. His fingers were really cute and topped by well trimmed nails. He didn't bite them or grow them out too long, leaving them right where they should be. And not a spec of dirt anywhere on them, not even under his nails. I was the same way about my hands and feet, and although I would have still loved him if he were a nail biter, the fact he wasn't only added to the legend that was Cole. We approached the sixteenth hole, a dogleg to the right under the arch of a very extension miniature mountain. The place continued to impress me, this mountain was huge, very realistic looking, complete with a waterfall down its side. That waterfall then ran into a stream which surrounded the green in a moat. The only way across was over a drawbridge that was opening and closing every three seconds or so. "This one looks hard," Cole commented, placing his ball down. "Yeah looks hard," I said, trying to adjust a raging boner down my pants. Cole turned towards me and furrowed his brow at the operation. "Looks like it's not the only thing that's hard," he joked, punching me lightly in the arm. "Sorry," I said, rubbing his head. "I just got to looking at you... and damn." "I'm hard too," Cole grinned. He unbuttoned his cargo shorts, looked around quickly, and then lowered them just enough so that his dick popped out. Sure enough it was standing at full attention. "You hottie," I grinned. I was horny and intoxicated from Cole and needed to do something about it right away. I spotted what looked like a door in the mountain. "Whatcha looking at?" Cole asked, glaring in the same general direction. "Follow me," I said, walking briskly towards the door. Cole seemed to catch on and started to giggle. The door had a padlock on it, briefly sending my heart down, but I noticed it was only rotated so it looked like it was closed and not actually closed. I loosened it from the door and turned towards Cole. "Want to?" I asked, glaring deep into his mystical green eyes. "Hell yes," he grinned. We glanced around quickly, making sure nobody was looking, and then slipped into the mountain. It ended up being a small janitor's closest, tall enough for us to stand and enough room for the two of us to stand comfortably. It was lit well from what looked like plexiglass windows on the top of the mountain. I quickly shut the door and turned towards Cole. All that was in the closest was a rake, some cleaning supplies, and an unidentified cardboard box. It looked like they built this into the course but ended up not really needing it. There was plenty of open space for me and Cole to do our thing. I figured we'd just exchange blowjobs, relieve our horniness, and then continue playing golf. Cole seemed to want the same thing, as his eyes kept darting from mine down to his crotch. Words were not needed. I leaned into Cole and placed my lips on his, penetrating his mouth with my tongue. His swirled with mine, exchanging saliva and creating sexual passion that was unmatched. While still kissing him, I slowly dropped to my knees and began to lift his jersey over his head. He aided the procedure slowly pulling it off as I began to rub his belly with both my hands. Damn, he was soft. My fingers twirled around his already hard nipples before going down for the prize. I slowly unbuttoned his cargo shots and let them drop to the floor. Cole Jr. flopped out, painfully hard and looking ready for action. The vein on top his shaft was purple and pumping as much blood into his little four incher as possible. I rubbed my face in his balls, scooping his scrotum up with my nose and inhaling deeply. He smelled so sweet, so erotic, it only turned me on more. I licked the little hairs that dotted the base of his shaft before gorging on his beautiful cock. I took all of it in, his head deep in my mouth towards my throat. Slowly I started to move my head back and forth, my tongue twirling and tickling his little rod as he began to thrust in line with my own movements. My hands were busy rubbing his ass, feeling how soft and ample it was, wishing I had him alone in bed to concentrate more on it. Meanwhile Cole had dropped his hands and placed them on my head, pushing me slowly in and out of his crotch. Letting his shaft out for a moment, I could see his head was purple with pleasure and his whole boyhood shining with my saliva. He grunted a little bit, telling me to get back to work, so I took everything in, including his balls. I massaged them lightly, my mouth stuffed full of Cole. This was a quickie session though, so after massaging each ball lightly I let them flop out, instead concentrating on his penis. While I continued to suck Cole up and down, I thought it would be a good idea to finger fuck him at the same time. I raised my finger up to his mouth and gently pushed it in. I think he got the idea, lightly sucking it and coating it with as much spit as possible. Mumbling a `thank you' I lowered my finder back down to his crotch and reached around to his ass. Spreading his plush cheeks I was able to locate his asshole and push slowly in. It slipped in easily, Cole shuddering at the sensations. So we continued, my mouth frantically working his shaft while my right index finger was buried deep inside Cole and massaging his prostrate. He felt so warm and soft on the inside, I was going absolutely crazy wanting to penetrate him with my cock. I knew there would be a time and a place for that though, very soon in fact, but for now I had to concentrate on pleasuring my little boy angel. With the dual attack it didn't take long before Cole began to seize up in preparation for his orgasm. He gasped loudly, his whole body shuttering as he began to heave violently into my mouth. His anus shut tight around my finger, not allowing it to move as Cole spasmed wildly, his hands shoving my face into his crotch as hard as they could. I just continued to absorb it, collecting the two little shots of cum Cole gave me. His cum was a precious gift and I enjoyed the flavor before slowly swallowing it. He continued to leak lightly as the orgasm ebbed and finally came to a stop. I slurped up what was left of his cum and slowly let his softening cock out of my mouth, flopping towards his balls exhausted but content looking. Cole slowly opened his eyes and smiling at me, thanking me for a job well done. That cute little face was thanks enough. "That was awesome Jason," Cole grinned. "Thanks for the treat," I said, kissing him on the belly. Cole giggled before dropping to his knees and unbuttoning my shorts. He was still buck naked, slowly undressing me in the small but comfortable hideaway. The temperature in the room had begun to rise from our activities and both of us had begun to work up a light sweat. After taking my shorts off, his fingers worked their way back up to the elastic on my boxers. He slowly slid them down, his mouth on my cock before the boxers had dropped past my knees. I let out a slight moan as he began to expertly work my cock once again with his mouth. My hands were slowly rubbing his head, feeling his soft, wispy blonde hair. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations, Cole's compact, hot little mouth making my mind go crazy. He placed one hand on my belly, steadying himself as he thrust back and forth, the other on my balls slowly rolling them around. There we were, nearly naked except for our shoes and my shirt, hidden away in some janitor's closet expressing our love for one another. The whole scene was just surreal, so spontaneous and wild that only very the most passionate of lovers would engage in it. Cole and I were that, deeply in love with one other and bursting full of sexual energy. I'm sure it would die down a little bit over time, to the point where we could restrain ourselves until later that night, but right now the relationship was new and the getting was good. The only time I didn't want to be having some form of sex with Cole was those few minutes after an orgasm when your mind is pure once more. With Cole however, it wasn't long before you were distracted and thinking of doing it again. I could hear voices approach and knew that another group was playing through. Cole raised the hand on my belly higher and pressed a little, signaling me to keep quiet and continue to enjoy the feelings. If they were to notice the door to this room and find it unlocked, chances are they'd take a peak in. The gig would be up, Cole and I caught and probably broken apart forever. For this reason I twirled around and pressed myself up against the door in case they did decide to enter. Cole's mouth remained attached to my cock this entire time, mumbling something along the lines of "it'll be okay." We could hear what sounded like a teen couple babbling back and forth playing their balls through the mountain. Within a minute they were gone, leaving me and Cole alone again and the fear of being caught reduced greatly. Cole's mouth continued to take nearly all of my cock, his tongue swirling all around my head sending bolts of pleasure rippling through my spine. The boy sure did know how to suck a dick and had obviously gotten a lot of practice with Chase. Finally all the feelings became too much and I began to tense up. Unable to form words, I just tapped Cole on the head and he got the message. He braced himself for impact, his tongue now exclusively working on my head to get the maximum amount of pleasure possible at my orgasm. I began to slam my cock in and out of his mouth, moaning lightly as I unloaded my cum into his mouth. In and out I went, thrusting at least fifteen times before slowly coming to a stop. Cole let my cock out of his mouth, his cheeks puffed out as he continued to hold all my cum in his mouth. It was a load too, probably the most I had ever shot. Every time Cole did something to me it seemed like the most I had ever shot. He swished the cum around in his mouth and then swallowed, a serious look on his face in the process. After he had swallowed the cum he waited a few seconds before letting a sly smile form on his face. "That's actually pretty good," he said. "Can't believe I spit it out the first time." "Yours is even better," I replied. "So sweet and sticky." Although I was now completely unhorny, my love for Cole was at an all-time high. Who else would sneak around on a mini-golf course and have oral sex? Not many boys, and none better than my little angel Cole. Infatuated with this love, I began to kiss him again, our tongues swirling together once more. I could taste my cum still in his mouth, his tongue swirling the flavors into my own. He began to purr like a cat during the exchange, his whole body getting goosebumps from the pleasure. I ran my fingers lightly through his hair before finally breaking the embrace. I slowly kissed all the way down his body, past his belly button, until I got to the part of him that sent me especially wild. I gave his cock and balls and light kiss before finally standing up and smiling at him. "Thanks hottie," I said, handing him his shorts. "No, thank you Jason, you stud you," Cole grinned. He slipped his shorts and jersey back on, fully clothed again in a matter of seconds. The fact that he could be unrobed so quickly was definitely a turn on, although at that moment I wasn't especially horny. Both of us now fully dressed, I slowly opened the closet door and peaked around. I didn't see anybody so we walked out, acting like nothing happened. I put the lock back on the door like it was and turned towards Cole. "We got a round of golf to finish," I said. "Yes, yes we do," Cole said, trying to sound serious. "Wonder why this hole is taking so long." I laughed and walked back towards the tee, putter and ball in tow. There was a group a couple of holes behind us but it didn't even look like they were paying attention. Another group of teenagers, so chances are they didn't see us dart out. Cole hit his ball, bouncing around in the mountains before deflecting right towards the draw bridge. It rolled across it just as it was closing, leaving Cole's ball feet from the hole. "Wow, good shot," I said. "Watch out," he grinned. "I'm not horny and can concentrate now." "Me too," I said, smiling at Cole. I hit my ball, bouncing around like Cole's and finding its way across the draw bridge in time. It rolled right next to Cole's ball, just a few feet from the hole. On the toughest hole on the course, a complex par four, both Cole and I were in eagle position. "Our balls are relieved," Cole said as we approached the green. "Mine needed to blow bad," I replied. "No, I meant our golf balls," Cole said, acting disgusted. "Get your mind out of the gutter." I just stared at him, his serious glare breaking out into a grin and laughter in just a matter of seconds. "You suck at pretending," I joked. "You suck at golf," Cole replied. "Oh yeah?" I asked, sending my ball into the hole. "Eagle." Cole just glared at me and set up to hit his ball. Once he was ready he turned his head to look at me but continued the stroke anyways. It rolled in the hole, the only clue to Cole that his shot was successful was the satisfying ping sound it made as it hit the bottom. "Yeah," Cole said, again breaking into a smile. "You're so cute," I gushed, messing around with his hair as we approached the next tee. I pulled him towards my body and gave him a giant hug. He responded by slowly rubbing my ass. I quickly pulled away smiling at him, my eyes flicking back to the group of teenagers behind us. "Oh yeah," Cole laughed. We finished off the next two holes with little incident. Cole denied that I won, even though I had probably beaten him by twenty shots. We compromised on a draw, since we both had a successful go around if you know what I mean. Walking back toward the clubhouse, we noticed a sign that said "Leave clubs and balls here." Cole and I left our equipment, slightly relieved we didn't have to go inside and see the man. Not because he wasn't nice, but because we got out of order and disappeared for about twenty minutes. He waved at us warmly through the window as we left, signaling that he didn't see or suspect anything. Cole and I waved back, remarking how much fun that was. "We should mini-golf more often," Cole said. "We'll `mini-golf' all of tonight at your house," I grinned back. "Deal," Cole replied. I gave him a huge hug as we began the journey back to his house hand in hand. Tonight would be one for the ages, our first night alone together. Even though the sex would be awesome, I was most looking forward to being able to snuggle and sleep with Cole... my little angel, a beautiful boy god sent from Heaven to answers my prayers. --- Be on the lookout for the eigth and final chapter, where Jason and Cole spend the night alone. If you like the story, please send me an e-mail at: jnew001(at)gmail.com Comments, suggestions, questions are welcome! As mentioned above, this may not be the end of the Cole series. It's the end of the whole meeting up/becoming lovers stage. If any of you have a really good idea for another story, some driving plot point other than hooking up, please send it. I just may write another story, as I love these two characters. Speaking of reader suggestions, my next story will be another in the "Danny and Michael" series under young friends. A reader sent me this suggestion for a story and I just couldn't resist. So after taking a break from Cole, I'll start that up. Hopefully I can get it out near Labor Day or so, but no promises.