Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2022 22:56:38 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: The Road Trip - Adult / Youth The shadow of a pandemic falls on North America, and a young teen goes on a road trip with a family friend, hoping to get home before a looming lock-down. If you enjoy this story, or any of the works here on Nifty, can you chip in to keep the lights on? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ====================== "Safe travels, you two," Hannah De Vries called, waving. "Bye, Hannah," Trevor Anderson called back, his voice, still unbroken at 15, piping like a steam whistle. As the car glided down the drive way, he rolled up his window, and turned the driver. "Thanks again for taking me with you, Mr. Arsenault." The man winced. "Mr. Arsenault's my dad. Please, call me Sage," he replied. "I'm only 42." "Um, OK, Sage," Trevor tested the name awkwardly. Only 42, he thought. He's older than my dad. But definitely better looking. "Anyway, it's really nice of you to drive me all the way home." Sage, smiled. The scarlet-haired kid was adorable, and far too polite to be in show business. Initially, Sage had been hesitant about spending 2 days on the road with a teenager he didn't know, driving from Los Angeles to the Olympic National Park, in Washington State. But Sage had to drive in that direction anyway, to meet his husband, and the kid hadn't been able to book a flight amidst the growing pandemic emergency. So far, he seemed very likable. Trevor had just finished work on his first big feature film, as one of the main supporting actors. Because of the looming industry shutdown, the production had been rushed, and Trevor worried about the end product. He'd had a relatively meteoric rise as an actor, starting with an advertising campaign he'd taken on for shits and giggles. Now, it looked like he might have a career, however brief, as a child actor. He liked the work, and his family could use the money. "How do you know Bram's family, Trevor?" Sage asked, referring to Hannah's husband, renowned director Bram De Vries. "They were checking out Olympic Park, last summer, and they stayed the night at my family's motel," Trevor replied. There's had been a spontaneous decision that changed Trevor's life. Bram had seen some screen potential in Trevor, and had quietly pitched the boy to a friend shooting a commercial. More importantly, Bram's son, Harley - a successful, 13-year-old TV actor - had seen a more alluring kind of potential in the then-14, redheaded boy, and was utterly spellbound. Within a week, two boys living 1,000 miles apart were joined at the heart. "How about you, uh, Sage?" Trevor asked. "How do you know them?" Sage leaned on the car horn, annoyed with the sluggish traffic. "Oh, I've known them since they moved here from the Netherlands," a choice Bram had made when his directorial star had risen. "My husband, Colt knew him as a kid." A minor star, Colton was ruggedly handsome, and one of the few aging men who could wear their hair really long. But Colton was much more successful as a screen writer. In fact, Bram and Colton had been collaborating on a project for the last couple of months in Vancouver, where Bram could live with his son while Harley worked the current season of his TV series. Trevor's phone rang with some bars of a 90s grunge song, and his eyes lit up when he saw it was Harley. Stuffing in his earbuds, he quickly answered the video call. "Hey dude!" Trevor said, grinning. His blond best friend smiled back, with lips that were always a little pinker than natural, and heavenly features framed by a stylish, asymmetrical haircut. As usual, when he called during the day, Harley was by himself in his trailer. "Hey. Looks like you're in the car," Harley said, studying him with eyes that always melted Trevor. They were luminously emerald green, rimmed with cobalt. "So what do you think of Sage? Total hottie, right?" Trevor turned ruby red. Thank God the man couldn't hear Harley's end of the conversation. But Trevor didn't want to give him any clues. "Uh-huh," Trevor nodded, glancing sideways. For an old dude, Sage was a looker, a brunette counterpart to hunky Colton Vannerman. Harley loved teasing Trevor, and couldn't help but torture the boy further. "You gonna do him, Trev? I mean, you owe him for the ride, right? Getting sucked off while driving is like the car version of the Mile High Club." Trevor gasped, and glared at his friend, while Harley belly laughed at his friend's awkwardness. It took some work, but Trevor steered the conversation into safer territory, asking asking if Harley's show would be wrapping on time. If they didn't crunch on the job, Harley would be trapped in Canada when the border temporarily closed. Who knew how long "temporary" would be? As usual, they argued sports for a bit. March Madness was two weeks away - if it happened at all. Normally, when they were both alone, their conversations would shift to more arousing subjects, and the boys would let their hormonal tides surge through video sex. But that would have to wait until Trevor was alone that evening. Still, that didn't stop Harley from teasing Trevor one last time. "Someone wants to say hello, Trev," Harley said, with a giggle. The screen view flipped to a wall, then shifted downward to Harley's lap, and Trevor gasped again, almost dropping his phone. The screen was filled with Harley's monstrous, 7-inch erection, pounding from his still almost-14-year-old loins. "Give it a kiss, Trev," Harley taunted him, off-screen. "Stop it, Harley," Trevor quietly growled, making sure his phone was not in Sage's view, while Trevor doubled over laughing. The screen flipped again, and Harley's enchanting smile banished Trevor's annoyance. "You're so easy to tease, Peanut," Harley said gently, using the Anderson family's pet name for the boy. "I really love you, dude." Trevor smiled. "Me too, dude." "Go on and say it," Harley demanded, giggling. "I can't, right now," Trevor quietly grumbled. "Awww. You don't love me, Peanut?" Harley said, faking a look of being hurt. Trevor sighed, and cupped his left ear bud, with his palm to his ear. Murmuring the words, it sounded more like "Uh huv hu." Harley laughed, air kissed toward the screen, and signed off. Trevor pulled out his ear buds, and automatically apologized for leaving Sage out of the conversation. "No worries, my man," Sage replied, his eyes on the freeway's stop-and-go traffic. He hadn't intended on eavesdropping, but he could tell through Trevor's body language that the boy had been having a very intimate conversation. In the corner of his eye, he could see Trevor discretely moving a hand into his pocket, no doubt readjusting his equipment. "Was that Harley?" "Yeah," Trevor replied. "Being a pain-in-the-ass," he added, with some amusement. "Oh, I'm sure. Dating a Dutch boy can work your last nerve." Trevor blanched for a second, then recovered. Of course Sage knew about his relationship. It wasn't like it was a secret. "How long have you been with Colt?" Trevor asked the man. Sage sighed. "A long time. I was about your age, when we met. 13." Trevor chuckled. "I'm 15, dude," he said. "Oh, sorry, man. I, uh..." "No worries, Sage. I get that a lot." It was a professional advantage for the moment, and he could compete for younger roles. To enhance his "cuteness," Trevor's agent made him keep his flaming red hair in a collar-length bowl cut that the boy hated. "My character in the film was 12." Sage changed the subject, asking Trevor about his choice of ringtones. The song had charted when Sage was in middle school. How did Trevor even know it? Trevor chuckled. "Sage, I live outside of Kurt Cobain's home town." This launched an animated conversation about music for the next hour, and they took turns playing songs for one another. Some how, the subject of games came up, and Trevor was surprised to learn Sage was a developer. In fact, Sage had created one of Trevor's favorite first-person shooters. Sage was happy to have a one-boy focus group to mine for opinions on different games. And for a few hours, he bounced ideas off Trevor. The boy had some thoughts that sent Sage in a new direction, and for much of the rest of the day, the pair hashed out the general direction for an entirely new MMORPG with serious potential. With a teenager's need for sleep, Trevor eventually napped for a couple of hours, and Sage realized he really liked this kid. It didn't hurt that Trevor was easy on the eyes, with soft, freckled, almost girlish features contrasting with his very boyish personality. Around 8 PM, they approached the Oregon border, and stopped for the night at an inn near Mt. Shasta. Sage and Trevor had separate rooms, and as Sage stopped at his door, he said he he was going to do some laps in the pool. Trevor asked if he could join him, and the two met up 10 minutes later at the outdoor pool. Sage shed his jacket, t-shirt and gym shorts, exposing a well-toned body to the chill winter air. A lot of men turn mushy in their 40s, but not Sage. He'd been a competitive swimmer in his youth, and never gave up the rigor of daily workouts. Trevor couldn't help but stare at the man's lean, steely muscles, and washboard abs. The 6-foot 2-inch adult towered over him. He was like one of the dudes in "The 300," but slender. At the same time, something about Sage's body seemed unusually attractive. Maybe it was how Sage filled his speedo...Trevor turned away, hoping his nettlesome loins wouldn't betray him. Unfortunately, his hormone addled boy bamboo was growing, and he wasted no time jumping into the boner-killing cold. Trevor swam several laps, but tired after 10 minutes. Running was his thing, so he floated for a while, then jumped in the hot tub. Finishing his 30-minute workout, Sage joined Trevor, and the pair of new found friends let the bubbles work them over. When Trevor got out, to jump back into the pool and cool off, Sage studied the boy, scarcely believing he himself had once been barely 5 feet tall, with a naturally hairless physique. Trevor was willowy, with sinewy legs, and his wet swim suit clung to a slender, round ass. Sage shook his head, ashamed of picturing the adolescent boy's genitals, and quickly jumped in the pool to clear his mind. As the pair toweled off, Trevor realized what had been bothering him about Sage's physique. The man's body was utterly smooth; as hairless as his own. Was that normal? It didn't matter. Harley was right: Sage was a total hottie. Just before they parted for their separate rooms, Trevor asked Sage if the man would model for him. "You're an artist?" Sage asked, with a smile. "I'm trying," the kid replied. If he kept getting acting gigs, he'd be able to pay for art school. Sage readily agreed, then bid Trevor good night. In their separate rooms, they called their separate mates, surprising them with savage desire, and unusually satisfying phone sex. = = = = = = "Have you ever been to a hot spring?" Sage asked, over lunch the next day. They were making good time, and the man figured he could could treat the boy to one of his favorite things. As it turned out, Trevor was also a fan of a good, natural soaking, and readily agreed to make a detour to the Umpqua National Forest. Trevor and Sage were delighted to find that the parking lot was empty. Maybe it was the growing pandemic, or maybe it was because it was 3 PM on a Tuesday in late February, but it looked like they might be alone. Sage dug out a couple of towels and bottles water, while Trevor pulled out his swim trunks. "You don't need that if you don't want, Trev," Sage said. "It's clothing optional, here." The words were out of his mouth before he could think. He quickly added, "But we can wear trunks." "Oh, yeah. Same at Olympic Park," the boy replied. He'd been naked the few times he'd soaked with his parents, and hadn't been bashful. But that was before puberty had entered his life, marauding around his body like a monster. Fuck it. If Sage would go in the raw, Trevor would man up and do the same. Besides, if his pesky penis played games, it didn't matter. Sage was a gay adult - someone who'd probably seen more erections than he could count. The pair of friends set out on the uphill trail, climbing hundreds of feet above a river. There, they found a terraced stack of natural stone pools, steaming with crystal clear water, and amazing forest view. All but one was empty, well below them. A naked, college-age couple were lounging in the water, with backpacks and clothing stacked to the side. Sage and Trevor found another pool well away from the couple, and set their things down. With only a moment's hesitation, Sage pulled off his shoes and socks, then stripped down. Trevor looked away, inhaled deeply, and followed Sage's lead. When he dropped his trousers, Trevor suddenly regretted not doing his laundry before the trip. He'd gone through all of his trunk-style undies, and was down to the sexy little bikini briefs Harley had bought him. At least this pair was orange, and not fuchsia. "Nice undies," Sage said, with sincerity. Trevor blushed, pulling them off. "Uh, thanks, I guess," Trevor muttered, "Harley bought them for me." Standing and turning toward Sage, he saw the man shaking his head and quietly chuckling. "The fucking Dutch," Sage said, shrugging. "Colt has always done the same thing for me. I think they're hard-wired to be kinky." Trevor laughed, then looked down from Sage's eyes. That strapping man body rippled with long, lean muscles. Though he wasn't tanned, his loins were a creamy triangle of lighter flesh, from where his speedos had shielded Sage from the sun over the course of a lifetime. Even his groin was sinewy. Moreover, though his 4 inch flaccid cock rested on a full-grown scrotum, his loins were as smooth and hairless as a toddler. Trevor quickly stepped into the water, before his twitching cock went full mast. Little did the Trevor know that Sage had been studying him with the same fascination. It had been so long since he'd seen pubescent boy, and in the daylight, Trevor was an utterly beautiful specimen of youth. His lithe, runner's body was milky pale, with a scattering freckles everywhere. His subtle, abdominal "V" lead to a penis almost as long as Sage's, though though very slender, with a flabby, though still youthful sack. The boy's only body hair was a little red mustache crowning his childish prong, darker than his longish, straight, scarlet mane. Sage thanked God he no longer had the uncontrolled responses of an adolescent, or his own cock would be filling like Trevor's. He pretended ignorance of the boy's condition, now that Trevor was shielding his groin from view in the crystal clear water, with his hands and folded legs. "Ain't this sweet?" Sage asked, submerging in the water at a 45-degree angle from Trevor. "Yeah," Trevor sighed. It was a little piece of paradise. They let nature fill in for any conversation. A few clouds drifted past in the azure sky, above a forest that rolled to the horizon. The warm water soothing their bodies contrasted with the 50 degree winter air. Trevor hadn't been in L.A. long enough to grow Angeleno soft. But Sage had been born and raised there, and he kept everything but his neck and head submerged. "Can I ask you a personal question, Sage?" "Sure, Trev." The boy hesitated. "Um, where's all your body hair?" Sage chuckled. "You know when I said the Dutch are kinky? Well, you have no idea. Colton started shaving both our bodies in high school." Sage was thoughtful for a moment. "Do you think it looks weird?" "No," Trevor quickly interjected. In fact, he thought smooth skin showed off Sage's muscles nicely, and he told the man so. "Thank you, kind sir," Sage replied, "if you really mean it." "Yeah, I do. It's kinda lit." Trevor paused. "It must be a pain in the ass, though. How often do you have to shave?" Sage smiled. "I don't, anymore. When you get to your late teens, you have to do it every day, or it itches like a bitch. And you can get these little shaving pimples. So we started waxing. Eventually, Colt talked me into getting it all lasered off." "What? Lasers?" Sage chuckled and explained the time consuming and expensive process. "You thinking of shaving off your pubes, Trev?" Trevor giggled, and nodded. "I am now. Harley's such a perv. Maybe I can finally shock HIM." Sage laughed. "We should compare notes." Chatting for a good hour, the man and boy traded tales of their partners' extravagant sexual whimsies, laughing that they'd both ended up in girl's panties on more than one occasion. "We oughta get going, my man," Sage said. They'd planned on a 30-minute visit, and they'd been having so much fun, an hour and a half had passed by. Trevor glanced away. "Um, with all this sex talk, I, um..." "Got a little aroused? Me, too, my friend." Without further ado, Sage stood up, water streaming down his muscles. Trevor inhaled sharply at the sight of a thick, six inch sex snake rising out of the water like a missile, at 50 degrees from the man's smooth, glistening pubic mound. "See? No big deal." No big deal. It seemed pretty big to Trevor. Hoping to save the boy any embarrassment, Sage turned away, climbed out of the pool, and, in the process, showed buns rippling with muscle. I hope I'm as sexy as Sage, when I grow up, Trevor thought. Heclosed his eyes to gather his courage once again, then followed Sage. Trying to act like an adult, Trevor made no attempt to hide his rigid flesh. At 4.5 inches, his circumcised boy bone wasn't small for his age, though it certainly contrasted with his otherwise innocent features. Pulling on his navy blue briefs, Sage glanced over, and idly wondered if the boy squirted, yet. And that thought did nothing to soften his condition. In wordless contentment, now very casual with one another, the pair finished dressing, and hit the trail. As they drove out of the forest, Sage ruminated on the time. "If we drive straight through, we could possibly get you home after midnight," Sage said. "But what do you think about staying the night in Portland?" Sage worried about road hypnosis. "Makes sense to me," Trevor replied. He really liked Sage. He'd never had an adult friend before, let alone he could talk honestly about gay issues. It made him feel mature. "I better let my folks know, though." On the phone, Trevor's father agreed that they shouldn't push it. "We'll see you tomorrow morning, Peanut." While driving north, they took turns with the music again, introducing each other to new things, while they chatted about their lives. "Hey, Trev," Sage said. "If you shave your pubes, you'll have to use a new razor, and be very careful." Sage giggled. "I don't own a razor." Sage, smiled and nodded. Of course he didn't. Sage suggested they stop to buy one, so Trevor wouldn't alarm his parents. Then he had a better idea. "You know how I said it itches?" Sage asked. "What if I show you how to wax it off?" Trevor asked what that involved, and was horrified by the answer. Sage calmly assured him, "It only hurts for a second, my man. But it's so much better than shaving. It takes almost two months to grow back." Trevor sighed. But he trusted in his friend's judgement, and agreed. They reached Portland's outskirts just after 7, and stopped to eat. Afterwards, while Trevor waited in the car, Sage popped into a pharmacy to shop. Then, he looked up motels in the area. Just before 9, the pair checked into a motel, worn out from the day. Trevor rolled his suitcase into his room, peeled off his jacket, then knocked on the adjoining door. Sage opened his side. "So, can we do that thing tonight? Before I chicken out?" Trevor asked. "Or do you want to swim, instead?" Sage grinned. "We can do both," he replied, brightly. "Your room, or mine?" Trevor smiled. "Your's is fine. What do you want me to do?" "Well, I can't exactly perform this operation if you're still wearing pants, Trev," Sage observed. "Right! Pants might be a problem," Trevor turned back and sat on his bed to take off his shoes and socks, then stood up to drop his trousers. But wouldn't you know it? His malicious meat took that moment to abandon all decency. And the more he thought exposing his erection to Sage, the worse it got. Padding over to the adjoining door, Trevor cleared his throat. "Um, Sage?" Trevor said. "My thing...it happened again. We can wait until tomorrow, if you want." Sage smiled, radiating kindness. "It's not a problem, Trev." It really wasn't a problem to Sage, for sure. "We're dudes. We all get boned up - especially at your age. Come here." Trevor slumped over to the man, with a ridge clearly running up behind his zipper. He was to nervous to drop his jeans. Sage sat on one of the beds, and turned the boy by the hips, to face him. "Let me," he said. It had been decades since he'd undone a pubescent boy's trousers (though there was that 16-year-old German that Colt and he'd hooked up with in Greece, last year), and Sage was as nervous as Trevor. His hands shook a little while he opened the boy's jeans. They immediately slid down the Trevor's slender legs, and Sage bent forward to help the boy out of them. Sage's breath grew heavy, while he reached under Trevor's t-shirt hem, to find his underwear. Taking the waistband at the hips with both hands, Sage peeled down the steamy little garment. It hooked on the boy's prong, making it fly back and bounce against his pubic mound, then caught on the inside Trevor's t-shirt. Sage stepped out of his briefs, and Sage looked up at him, encouragingly. "It's OK, buddy. You're doing fine. Now just lie down here." Trevor closed his eyes, and lay beside Sage, cross-wise on the bed, with his feet flat on the floor. "OK, I'm just going to get your shirt out of the way." Trevor held his breath. He knew the adult wouldn't laugh. But it was: Just. So. Embarrassing. He felt his shirt pulling up, while erection throbbed uncontrollably with his heart beat. Beautiful, Sage thought, beholding Trevor's buoyant charms. The boy's creamy loins practically glowed, while Trevor's slender prong beat the steady tattoo of unintended, uncontrolled lust against his lean pubic mound. It was a glorious, circumcised hard on, pulling his now tightened, hairless sack with each throb. Overall, Trevor's genitals were a bit pinker than his ivory skin, but his knob was a hue of rose. Trevor heard Sage fumbling with something, and opened his eyes. The man had a strip of clear plastic in hand, and held it up for Trevor to see. "What you do first is take one of these, and warm it up, by rubbing it between your hands." Sage moved his hands back and forth, with the wax strip in between. After almost a minute, he held it out for Trevor to feel. "When it's warm like this, the wax is melted." 
"I don't feel any wax,"Trevor replied. "That's because it's in-between these two strips," Sage replied. What Trevor had thought was a single strip of plastic was really two, adhered together, and he watched Sage peel them apart. "The next step is to put the sticky side down." Sage glanced at the boy's pounding hardness, fighting an urge to take hold of it. But instead, he asked Trevor to position it straight up with one of his hands. The image of a young boy holding his erection was intoxicating. It had been so long, he almost swooned. "OK, that's great, Trev. Now I'll just press this down, and rub it in a little..." As he did, his hand accidentally touched Trevor's bone, and the boy jolted. "Now, I'm going to pull this corner off real fast, on 3," Sage said, "One -" Without any warning, he ripped the strip off, and Trevor squeaked. "You said `three,'" Trevor pointed out, though not really mad. Sage nodded. "Yeah, I guess I lied. You OK?" The boy nodded. "Yeah. It wasn't that bad." The pain had been a brief flash. "See? Got `em all here," Sage said, showing a strip clumped with rust-colored hair. "When you get a little older, you'll probably need to do it a couple of times with one strip, then the other one. But now, it's easy peasy. You don't need even the other strip." Trevor felt his base. "It's sticky." "Yeah, hold on. There's this cleaning fluid that comes with it." Without thinking, Sage lifted the boy's cock, and an electric shock made the boy spasm. "Oh shit. Sorry, my man. I didn't mean to..." "It's OK, Sage. I just...haven't been touched, in a while." "That makes two of us. Colt's been in Vancouver for months." "I guess we're both horny as fuck." "Yeah..." Sage replied. His hand was rebelling against him, and wouldn't release Trevor's quivering limb. And Trevor wasn't doing anything to help. Maybe I'll skip the workout, and pull my pud, Sage thought. I just have to get Trevor out of here. Holding Trevor's tool to one side, Sage squirted oil onto the boy's pubic base. Then, using a wash cloth, he carefully cleaned all the wax off. Where Trevor's pubes had been was skin now as pink as his cock, and smooth as a baby. Sage ran his fingers across it, to make sure it wasn't sticky, and Trevor shivered. The boy's tumescence throbbed in his fingertips, with adolescent urgency. He couldn't help it. Gently, Sage gave it a little stroke, and Trevor sighed. "You can...if you want," Trevor whispered. Oh did he want. Sage feathered up and down Trevor's hardness with a slow and delicate touch, making the boy moan. The boy was impossibly hard, like a granite pestle. Sage spread the boy's feet and knelt on the floor in between. The faintly delicious fragrance of boy musk wafted off Trevor's beautiful boyhood. Clear syrup bubbled enticingly from his slit. The boy's whole body trembled, while Sage battled with his conscience. But Trevor was so alluring, an exotic candy demanding to be consumed. And he really liked the boy as a friend. How could he not take care of his friend? Sage kissed the underside of Trevor's knob, then dabbed his tongue tip on the moist frenulum. Boy nectar was sweeter than he remembered, and he wanted more. Slowly, he washed all around Trevor's glans, tasting its vibrant treasures. "OOooooh..OOooooh," Trevor moaned, in a pitch well above a teen's tenor. It almost sounded like a girl's voice, and guilt stabbed at Sage. What am I doing? He's a child. But that child begged him to keep going, with ragged need. "Please Sage. Suck it." Sage kissed up and down the boy's steely hardness, then licked his length like a popsicle. He loved this boy's raw responsiveness, and he pulled out more moans and sighs by kissing and discretely suckling small sections, up and down Trevor's tumescence. "Yessss!" Trevor hissed, running his fingers through Sage's hair. While stroking Trevor with one hand, Sage licked the boy's tightening scrotum. Trevor was astonishingly sensitive, moaning and sighing as Sage's tongue washed all across the boy's nut sack. Then, he sealed his lips around the entire bag, sucking and licking Trevor's delicate riches, while steadily stroking the boy more firmly. "Ohhhhhhhhh! That's soooo good!" Trevor was squirming, and his hands starting balling in Sage's hair. Sage would have loved to take his time, pulling a climax from the boy over hours, days even. But he was every bit as inflamed as Trevor. He needed to masturbate sooner, rather than later. And that meant getting Trevor off quickly. Sage kissed his way back to the boy's knob, and wrapped his lips around it. While gently squeezing the boy's nuts with one hand, and stroking his stem with the other, Sage sucked on Trevor's glans, and flicked his tongue on the underside rapidly. Trevor moaned more loudly, and his hips started rocking. His eyes clenched shut, and his tattered breathing was more rapid. Sage stroked him faster, then sucked all the way to the boy's barren base. With Trevor's knob in his throat, Sage worked his tender boyhood his whole mouth. Tongue and cheeks rhythmically worked the shaft, while Sage tonsil massaged Trevor's tip exquisitely. The hot, moist baffles set Trevor on fire! He couldn't hold his creeping orgasm back - nor did he want to. "Gonna cum, dude!" Trevor warned, panting. "Gonna cum!" Sage pulled his head back, almost to the tip, sucking hard. Then, with a slack jaw, he slid forward, corkscrewing his head around the boy's length, until his nose touched bottom. Then, he sucked back again. Up and down, sucking and licking, while squeezing the boy's tender nuggets, Sage pulled Trevor over the edge in moments. Ribbons of tissue pulled from the teen's anus to his nuts. "GGGGNNNNNARRRR!" Trevor grit his teeth to stifle his groan, while a plasmatic burst of tingly heat detonated out of his cock! Thin, sweet-salty boy manna sprayed into Sage's gratified mouth, and he savored the subtleties. Trevor spewed a second payload of watery juice into Sage's mouth, then drooled a third. Oh, Trevor's cum was so much more delicious than viscous man batter! Trevor's cock wretched drily several times, and then Trevor collapsed. His body shuddered with after quakes, and he recovered his breath with piping little sighs. Sage let the boy soften in his mouth, while he gripped his own cock through his pants, and rubbed himself with a death grip, unintentionally attracting Trevor's attention. "Let me," Trevor whispered, combing fingers through the man's hair. Sage let the boy's soft sausage slide from his mouth. "No need, my friend," Sage quietly replied. In reality, he yearned to have Trevor's hands and mouth all over him. He could have made ferocious love to the young boy all night. If not for the 26 year difference in their ages, Sage's relationship with Colton might have been seriously endangered. "I'm a married man, Trev," Sage explained, getting up onto the bed, and laying back beside the boy. "What I just did was all for you." Trevor smirked, and started to voice his skepticism, but Sage stopped him. "OK, Well, it was for me, too," he said with a chuckle. "You are such a little heart breaker. But I love my husband." "And I've got a boyfriend, who I totally love. And that's not gonna change because you sucked my dick," Trevor replied. "It won't change if I suck your's, either." Sage sighed. It wasn't like Sage and Colton hadn't had occasional side-partners, when separated for long stretches, and desperately horny. They even called it the Blue Balls' Card. If one pulled it, the other would never know, because it never involved the heart. Nonetheless. "You're a teenager, and I'm a grown-up." Trevor stared at Sage, and then laughed. "It's not like you molested me. I wanted it. I watch adult porn. I like men." Really, Trevor was drawn to college-age twink porn, with guys who weren't that much older than he. But this 40-something man was so sleek and sexy, Trevor couldn't believe he'd once dismissed the man as "old." Age was was a stupid distinction. Running his fingers through Trevor's flame red hair, Sage replied, "I like you a lot, kiddo. And I don't want to fuck up a friendship, right out of the gate." There was a note of finality that disappointed Trevor. But he'd never seen a man come in real life, and he pled his case. "Can I watch, at least?" Trevor begged. Sage chuckled and sighed. "Alright, you little nag." Sage wriggled out of his t-shirt, then slid his trousers and undies off. Laying back, his thick, 6-inch meat slapped against his laser-smooth skin. Trevor stared at it, hungrily. Sage closed his eyes, and gently stroked his circumcised head for a few moments, while pulling on his nuts. He wished he were imagining Colton. But really, he was reliving the last 20 minutes, sucking a young teen to a shaking orgasm. Sage began stroking in earnest. He wasn't giving his young friend any lessons in skillful handies. Instead, he was rubbing his frustrations out, as quickly as possible. Just then, he felt fingers moving his hand off his nuts, and his eyes peeled open. Trevor was inches from Sage's groin, staring intently at the man's onanistic labors. "You are relentless, kiddo," Sage murmured, letting the boy replace his hand, to squeeze and fondle and pull on his sticky, denuded man-bag. And it felt good! Moreover, Trevor's enchanted expression was enthralling, and his hot boy breath rolled across Sage's cock like a moist, tropical breeze. Sage's cock oozed man mead, lubricating his self-pleasuring with a soft squelching rhythm. Exhibiting himself for this sweet boy was exhilarating, and Sage stroked himself faster, gnashing his teeth. Trevor's head moved closer, mere inches from Sage's determined digits. He's so into it, Sage thought. His hand feels amazing on my balls. And it looks like his hard-on is back, too! He's moving so close - "Uuuh! Trev!" Sage gasped. The 15-year-old's tongue lashed Sage's dripping piss slit, tasting the acrid saltiness. It was much stronger than a boy's pre-cum, Trevor realized. But he kind of liked it. Trevor giggled, and turned to look up at Sage. "Just the tip, Sage?" His older friend was amused, if exasperated. "You are persistent, Trev," and paused both his stroking and his words. Sage affected the posh accent of Sir Alec Guinness, and asked, "How do you know I don't have any STDs, my young padewan?" Keeping his tone light, pointed out an obvious threat. Trevor grinned and replied in the voice of Yoda, "Have them, do you?" Sage laughed. "Even if I tell you, `no,' how can you trust a dude you've known for two days? I could be an old sociopath." Trevor grew serious. "Sage, Bram trusts you. That's good enough for me...So, do you have any STDs?" "No," Sage replied, defeated. "OK, stop talking and start jerkin'." Sage laughed. This kid was too much. He watched the teen take Sage's knob in his lips, then sighed, as a boy's tongue traced all around his drooling member. Sage was so fascinated, so mesmerized, and so deeply aroused, he could only stare at this eager boy, working on his unit with passionate commitment. Trevor stopped for a moment, turning his head to glance at the man. With a cock-filled mouth, he smiled around the man meat. Trevor took Sage's hand in his own, squeezing the fist around the meat missile. Pulling it up and down, he urged Sage on, then resumed a world-class knobber. Trevor shocked Sage with his enthusiasm, his commitment, and definitely his experience. He sucked and licked hard and fast, then alternated his pace, going slow and mild. Sometimes, his lips worked like a fish, and at others, he was like a dog, lapping up his favorite treats. And never once did his teeth touch Sage's tender head. After a couple of minutes, Sage had to pump faster. He electrified by this enthusiastic little gay boy. If only Trevor had been around when he and Colton were kids, they might have had a three-way relationship. Oh shit! Trevor was now sucking more than just the tip. He was working further down, getting half of Sage's man hammer into his ravenous maw. Trevor glanced at him with a self-satisfied smirk, and continued feasting. 
Sage gave up. He couldn't stop the boy from bringing the wet fire, sucking and licking furiously, eagerly, gobbling his copious ooze in a frenzy, and Sage stroked his base faster. He wanted to fill that boy's mouth with cum, drown him with the backed-up pressure that was swelling in him from stem to stern. Trevor was such a dirty boy leaving Sage helpless and quivering. Sage had the presence of mind to warn the with panting breaths, "Trev, I'm getting close!" Stoked he was making a grown man shake and gasp, Trevor bobbed faster, while sucking hard on Sage's fearsome love muscle. He rocked his head left and right, as he went up and down, and Trevor's tongue violently slathered Sage's quaking rod like a car wash brush. Slobbering all over the the upper half, his saliva drooled down Sage's stem, giving the man lubricant for his furiously fapping fingers. "Gaah! Here. It. Comes!" Sage heaved and growled. Expecting the boy to duck aside, he was shocked - and thrilled - to see the boy suck him even harder. And then, his eyes clamped shut. A torrent of dammed up man milk blasted out of Sage, scouring his cock from the inside with wave after wave of withering heat. He hadn't cum this hard in a long time and he could barely stifle his gasps and groans. The viscous sea gagged Trevor. Initially, it was harsh, like salty tapioca mixed with pool water. And yet, his reptile brain loved it. He choked down all he could, and what he couldn't consume drooled onto Sage's sinewy torso. At last, the hurricane passed, leaving Sage spent, sensitive, and weak. He gently pried Trevor's mouth away. "Oh, fuck, my man," Sage huffed. "You're so good." Trevor wiped his mouth, and grinned. "Practice makes perfect, Sage." Trevor kicked off his pants and underwear, and crawled over to his older friend. Without asking, Trevor lay down, t-shirt-draped-torso to semen-spattered-torso, with his semi-hardness resting on Sage's belly. Cradling his head in the crook of Sage's shoulder, Trevor wrapped his arms around Sage's neck, hugging him tenderly. "Mmmm," Trevor purred into the pillow. Sage was a little surprised, but overjoyed by Trevor's genuine affection, and he slid his hands around the half-naked boy. Sage's fingers slid under the back of Trevor's t-shirt, gently caressing the soft skin covering the boy's lean back. Sage's fingers migrated further south, to the boy's slender buns, while the two friends sighed with wordless contentment. The little red-headed beauty was very warm, both physically and emotionally, and he could get used to this. Sage exhaled deeply, and caressed the boy's firm melons, with his finger tips tracing just inside Trevor's crevice. In moments, he felt movement on his belly, from Trevor's engorging cock. "You're a bad little boy, Trevor," Sage gently chided the boy. "If I were a few years younger..." "OK, Boomer..." Trevor said, amused. "Ouch. I'm not THAT old," Sage replied, though tickled by the boy's confident jibe. "Anyway, you little monster, let's go for a swim." "Awwww," Trevor whined with disappointment. "We could, you know...stay here?" "I'm not in middle school, my man." "I'm in high school," Trevor corrected him. "Whatever, kiddo. We Olds need a little longer to get back in the saddle." "But afterwards..?" Trevor asked, giving the man a kiss on the neck. At the same time, he hugged Sage, while pressing his pointed argument firmly into man's stomach. Sage chuckled, and gently rolled the boy off of him. "Let's see if you even stay awake that long," Sage replied. It was already 10:00 PM, and the two friends had to hit the road early the next day. En route, they'd have talk with about what - if anything - they'd tell their respective partners. In the pool, Sage encouraged Trevor to do a more strenuous workout, since he wouldn't have time for a run in the morning. He expected that after plenty of laps, and stewing in the motel's hot tub, the boy would collapse. But this was still the dawn of what would be a great friendship, and he had a lot to learn about that boy. That night, Trevor's persistence and stamina would be a revelation. ====================== Related stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/sage-blooms-in-the-summer/sage-blo oms-in-the-summer-1 | Gay | YF https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-night-clerk/the-night-clerk-1" | Gay | YF