Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2020 01:56:05 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part 3

The continuing story of a 13-year-old New York City transplant and his
11-year-old friend in the Sierras.

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Well past the snow line, the boys rode under pine trees dusted with a
thick coat of late season snow. Their horses stepped with ease through a
3-foot blanket of white powder, their passage silent except for the
occasional steamy snort. 13-year-old Obie Moore was baffled how anyone
could make out a trail through Mount Rose's endless green maze.

"It's only a couple more miles, Obie," 11-year-old Zev Becker called
over his shoulder, riding his chestnut mare 15 feet ahead of the older
boy.

Zev and his family had been teaching the 8th-grader to ride for the last
couple of months, and Obie was feeling pretty confident about being on a
horse, if not navigating a forest. After all, he was a transplant from
New York City, and he was getting a crash course in Sierra mountain
living from the the cute blond boy he'd met through their church youth
group. In turn, Zev was learning a lot about how to please another boy's
penis at Obie's hands. And both boys had been dreaming about how they'd
be using their hands since they began their ride up Mount Rose 6 hours
earlier.

Every step of his dapple gray horse ground the hard saddle leather into
Obie's groin, and his rigid erection throbbed painfully up the fly of
his jeans. Zev was fighting a similar battle, singing and joking to keep
his mind off the memory of the previous weekend, when he'd slept over at
Moore's house, and Obie's tongue had lingered for seeming hours in his
anus.

Earlier, Zev had joined the Moores watching Obie's hockey team pummel a
visiting team from Aubern, CA, on the other side of the Sierras. Zev
didn't totally understand the game, but Mr. Moore explained why Obie
kept ending up in the penalty box, Obie's aggressiveness on the ice was
a good reason why the privately sensitive 13-year-old boy wasn't bullied
for being an eastern gay boy at school.

Sweaty and joyous from his team's 4 -1 win, Obie squeezed Zev like a
grape, then his parents and brother. When they got home to the Moore
home, Zev threw his backpack into a corner of Obie's bedroom, while the
older boy pulled off his gear. Down to his athletic cup, Obie bent to
pick up his stuff. Zev's hand swung hard into firm buns framed
deliciously between two straining slices of elastic, slapping Obie loudly
on his pubescent bottom. Zev's fingertips only briefly contacted his
friend's fragrant taint when Obie yelped and jumped, while laughing.
Turning quickly, he grinned and swung his own hand into Zev's crotch.
The 6th grader tried but failed to block Obie's eager grip, which
clamped ferociously onto the front of Zev's trousers, and the
pre-pubescence straining the front.

Both boys fell into a heap of squirming giggles, and while Obie
rhythmically squeezed Zev's hardness, the younger boy was frustrated by
Obie's cup protection.

"No fair!" Zev squealed before punching the hard plastic reinforced
supporter. Then he reached inside to wrap his fingers around Obie's
thrumming cock.

They could have ended up fucking then and there if Obie's dad hadn't
knocked on the door with a dinner warning. Both boys groaned with
frustration, and headed into the bathroom for quick, separate showers.
Eyeing each other's still-rigid erections as they pulled on fresh
undies, t-shirts, sweat pants, and white socks, the boys grinned at each
other in anticipation of bed-time.

All through dinner, Obie and Zev laughed at seeming inside jokes, darting
glances at each other.

"I don't know what's with you boys," Mrs. Moore shook her head.
"It's like you're on a different planet."

What she didn't know was that Zev's foot secretly slid up the inside of
Obie's leg, on the other side of the table, coming to rest against the
13-year-old's lap. Initially, the 8th-grader turned beet red, and
giggled. He followed Zev's lead, and tickled the 6th-grader's boner
through the boy's sweat pants. Periodically pressing the balls of their
feet against the swollen poles pounding the front of each other's
sweatpants, the boys took turns gently raking up and down their erections
with clenching toes.

Obie and Zev had dish duty, and the Moore's older son, Leo left to see
his girlfriend. Just as Obie was washing the last pan, his parents left
for a reception, leaving the boys alone.

"Finally," Obie sighed. Just then, he felt Zev's two hands gently
squeezing both hemispheres of his firm young bottom. The 6th grader, only
slightly smaller than the 13-year-old, slid his hands around Obie's
belly, hugging into him.

"Mmmmmm..." Zev murmured into Obie's neck through the boy's long,
brown hair. His pulsating hardness nestled against the older boy's
well-padded bottom, and he was impatient for Obie to finish his chore.

At last, Obie turned around, smiling at his blond friend. Zev loved
Obie's twinkling hazel eyes and met his friend's lips with his own for
a lingering kiss. Their hands caressed each other's shoulders and sides,
their slender tummies pressing together like tectonic plates.

"Come on, dude," Obie said quietly, leading Zev back to his bedroom.
Shutting the door, and turning off the lights, Obie studied his friend in
the pale moonlight streaming through the window for only a moment, then
stood before him.

In seconds, they stripped each other's t-shirts and sweat pants off,
then kissed in their underwear and socks. Obie's rigid, lurching boyhood
pressed through his tight, purple, low-rise briefs against Zev's,
stretching the 11-year-old's white cotton of Fruit of the Looms. They
loved tormenting each other with teasing foreplay, squeezing each
other's buns gently, while licking nipples and earlobes. But that night,
after all the secret tickling, they couldn't wait to get their hands on
each other.

Obie dropped to his knees, rubbing his face around Zev's cotton-clad
erection, then palming it with a hand. He rubbed it for several moments,
almost ritualistically, conjuring desire through the boy's magic wand.
Pulling down his friend's soft, bone-white briefs, he stared at the
wondrous hard on he'd played with almost every weekend for the last
couple of months.

At four inches, Zev's thick young cock was bigger than Obie's had been
two years before, and it waggled with the 6th-grader's increasing pulse,
from a resting position almost straight out from the boy's completely
hairless groin. Obie gently cupped Zev's smooth scrotum, barely separate
from his cock, and rolled the boy's small grapes, while taking hold of
his shaft with a thumb and two fingers.

Gently stroking the pulsating flesh, Obie slowly licked Zev's
circumcised head, from his pee-hole to ridge, gently nestled on his
turtleneck scar. He loved every delicious inch and tried to savor it
slowly, but Zev was impatient.

"Stop teasing, Obie," he whined. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Ever since his mom had not-so-subtly left condoms on Zev's bedside
table, after a safe-sex talk, he'd discovered the joys of anal from the
more experienced New Yorker. Zev and his friends had talked a lot about
"trading corn holes," but Obie was his first. And he loved the feeling
of the 13-year-old's 6-inch cock buried in his bottom.

With his mouth full of knob, sucking and stroking the younger boy, Obie
looked up at Zev and smiled around the 11-year-old's dick. Then he stood
up, wrapping his arms around the younger boy, so they could kiss
passionately. Zev's fingertips slid between them, and he ran them up and
down the throbbing pole stretching almost to Obie's waistband.

After a minute, Zev turned to climb onto Obie's bed, crouching on all
fours. Resting his head and chest on one of Obie's pillows, his ass rose
high for Obie's inspection. The 8th-grader adored his friend's slender
young bum, tracing his fingers around each globe, from the indentations
behind each of Zev's hip bones, to his sensitive crevice and back. Then
he knelt behind Zev, and parted the boy's buns, unveiling the younger
boy's tight little starfish.

Leaning in, Obie ran his tongue tip up from Zev's snug little scrotum,
up through his valley and back, making the 6th grader shiver. After
swabbing all around the two rubbery walls, Obie slowly swirled down and
around his friend's tender anus.

Zev moaned loudly. When he masturbated himself to sleep at night, he
always played with his butthole using a wet finger, pretending it was
Obie's tongue. The real thing was so much more sublime, and as the 8th
grader slowly opened his gates with his sopping probe, Zev;s nuts
tightened in their tiny sack. He was starting to squirm and pant. Just as
Obie's tongue fully penetrated his little ring, the 8th-grader clutched
his root with an index finger and thumb, and started a gentle stroking.

"Wait - Noooouuuuuuuuuuhhhh!" Zev cried out. He couldn't stop his dick
from vomiting his tiny load. Obie felt Zev's penis lurch 3 or 4 times,
and a couple of beads of clear syrup drooled out of his love nozzle. Zev
heaved, and he pounded his head against the pillow.

Obie kissed his buttocks and rubbed his back, while holding Zev
delicately. Rolling Zev over onto his back, Obie crawled up to lay beside
him, and chuckled.

"Looks like someone needed a milking." At the best of times, Zev had a
hair trigger, and Obie realized he should have been more careful.

"I haven't beaten off since Wednesday," Zev said. Obie couldn't go
that long without masturbating, but he knew how much better it felt when
you abstained. It felt like bottled fire in your dick.

"Let's get you back in the saddle, cowboy." Obie leaned in to kiss his
friend, while his hand slid down to gently clasp Zev's semi-hard cock.
As their tongues met to grapple, Zev's forefinger slid up and down the
length of Obie's textile trapped hardness. Zev used a feathery touch,
careful to prevent his friend from coming. And it was driving Obie mad.
It was his turn to shudder, and he whimpered into Zev's mouth.

When Zev's cock was fully erect once again, Obie slowly stroked the
boy's stem, just below his helmet ridge.

"Ob, let's try again," Zev whispered through his friend's dark
curtain of hair.

The boys twisted back into their previous positions, and Obie split
Zev's bottom in two, resting his face between pliant globes of hot boy
flesh. Small and firm, Zev's boy buttocks wrapped his face like a pair
of flesh pillows. He spent a long time twirling around and around Zev's
winking rose, until hw pierced the boy's wrinkled ring. At the same
time, his hands slid up and down Zev's firm little buns, enjoying their
warm resilience.

Both boys were breathing heavily, and Obie's excited, hot bellowing
added a steamy force to to his oral intrusion. He cupped Zev's small
scrotum with a palm, while gently scratching the underside of the younger
boy's rigid prong, something he'd learned from a resort babysitter on a
vacation to Jamaica.

At the same time, Obie's dick was pounding so hard in his snug little
undies that he reached with his free hand to reposition one of Zev's
feet, so he could press his groin into the boy's heel. The 6th-grader
immediately understood, and pressed back rhythmically against Obie's
tumescence.

"OB, put in me, will ya? Please?" Zev begged.

Sitting back on his heels, the 8th-grader was more than eager to plant
himself in that creamy firmament. Crawling to his bedside table, he
pulled a jar of coconut oil out of the drawer, while Zev opened one of
the condoms his parents made sure were ever present in their sons'
bathroom. Obie used a generous amount of oil greasing up Zev's boy hole,
massaging it in with first one, then two fingers. The room filled with
echoing moans and the smell of vacation.

Obie pulled the front of his stretchy briefs below his nuts. Zev reached
back to roll the condom on Obie, slowly unfurling the gripping latex from
the older boy's super-sensitive, circumcised tip, all the way down his
six Inches, to the lightly haired base. Obie slathered more lube onto his
tightly bound boyhood, and Zev stroked the greasy love gun a few times,
before guiding Obie to his welcoming gates.

Not for the first time, the older boy was glad for the sense-deadening
latex. It was protecting him from ejaculating immediately in the younger
boy's hand.

Gently, he pressed with minithrusts into Zev, while the younger boy's
rosebud slowly opeed to his delicate persistence. Zev grunted when
Obie's head breached his anus, and Obie stopped to let the boy relax.
His hands slid up and back from Zev's slender hips to his arm pits.

"Go ahead, OB," the 6th-grader sighed.

Millimeter by millimeter, Obie felt Zev's ass swallowing his thrumming
cock with volcanic pressure. Zev's high-pitched, piping moan rose note
by note until he squealed with pleasure and pain, and Obie's few strands
of pubes nestled against his crevice.

The boys rested a moment more, letting Zev relax around Obie's piercing
flesh. The 8th-grader's cock pounded inside Zev's bowels, and after a
few moments, the younger boy squeezed Obie with his behind.

"Ohhhhhhuuuuhggg!" Obie groaned. "Your so fucking hot and tight, Z!"

Though they fucked almost every weekend, each time was as electric as the
first. But Obie was truly on the edge that night, and as he pulled back
for his first thrust, he was turtle-slow, afraid he'd explode at any
moment. Sliding forward into Zev's clenching lava tube, Obie shuddered
and grew dizzy, while his dick got impossibly harder.

He thrust 3 more times, stopping intermittently, fighting in vain against
the wave building in his tightly clenching scrotum. Suddenly, he lost the
battle, crying out in joy and despair, and plowed hard into Zev. Slamming
hard again and again into the younger boy's tight love hole, Obie
grunted with each flaring burst jetting from his tender young love
nozzle.

Panting, Obie gripped Zev by his slim hips while the sparks cleared from
his eyes. The 6th-grader chuckled.

"Looks like I'm not the only needing a good milking," Zev said,
turning his head on its side to look up and back at Obie with a smile.

Obie sighed. "Sorry, Z. It's just you feel so good."

In fact, he was still hard inside his friend, and Zev was gently
squeezing him with his ass muscles.

"That stallion's got more fight in it," the younger boy smirked. Zev
had Obie slowly pull out and put on a new condom, while he rolled onto
his back. With his older friend re-rubbered, Zev slathered the boy's
rigid cock with more coconut oil.

"Mmmmm..." Obie muttered, as Zev slid his fingers up and back on his
aching hardness. They both loved the lube's smell. But on the other
hand, it was always a quick give away to the Moores that their son had
been pleasuring himself or Zev.

Zev pulled his little knees up to his chest, ribs shadowed in the pale
moonlight. He held them with his forearms and opened wide for his friend,
who lined his latex coated love pole against Zev's now open anus. He
pressed in slowly, re-penetrating a tightly squeezing tunnel. At last, he
was all the way in, his almost bare pubic mound nested against Zev's
totally bald little sack.

Obie leaned down so they could share a lingering kiss, while he flexed
his dick inside Zev, and the younger boy returned with clamping, rhythmic
grips. They moaned into each other's mouths, then Obie leaned back and
began a gentle, regular pumping. With every down stroke, he made sure to
rub his dick up against Zev's prostate. He knew he hit it when the
younger boy quietly cried out, "Yes!"

Zev had grown to love anal so much, he plowed back against Obie's
ramming thrusts by pressing upward with his tender bottom, Gradually, the
boys pounded harder, grunting and moaning with every convulsive
undulation. Slap, slap, slapping built a steady beat, as hips met
buttocks.

Having drained themselves once, they were able to keep going for many
minutes, building a fire in Obie's dick and Zev's ass.

"Fuck me harder, Ob!" Zev cried, desperate to be violently impaled, his
nuts tightening into his pre-pubescent body.

Obie anchored himself with his hands on the back of Zev's slim, sinewy
thighs, and pumped as hard and fast as he could. He was like an oil
drill, slamming deeply into his friend.

Both boys were pouring sweat and were moaning incoherent sounds of
exquisite joy. Zev didn't even bother to touch himself, feeling his
tender nuggets pulling into himself.

"Gonna cum!" Zev cried, as he felt the wave of itchy, tingly fire
build.

"Cum, dude! Cum for me!" Obie gasped. His own balls were desperate to
empty what little was left from his earlier climax, and in a fever, he
grit his teeth, pounding Zev's ass like it owed him money. Then, he felt
the younger boy's bowels crushing him like a vice, as Zev wailed. His
tiny grapes churned, and single drop of clear syrup bubbled out of his
thick young cock.

The pressure on Obie launched fireworks out of young penis, and he
growled loudly through his grinding teeth. He plunged as deeply as he
could, as if he could bury his entire body all the way into the
6th-grader. He slammed and slammed, seeing stars through his clenched
eyes, while Zev milked him dry through his squeezing ass. And at long
last they collapsed into a huffing, giggling puddle of sweaty boy flesh.

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Remembering even a single kiss and caress from the weekend before made
each boy rigid in the saddle, unconsciously pressing against their
pommel's horns. Continuing their ride through the snow blanketing Mt.
Rose, they tried to think of anything but what was up ahead: a vacant
house, at the end of a fire road on a lower mountain ridge, well off the
grid, and all their's for the night.

Zev's uncle, a Silicon Valley engineer, had left Nevada in the rear view
mirror after college, except for a piece of the mountain he'd inherited,
and on which he built an isolated cabin for vacations. His family and he
were driving in the next day for Spring break skiing. Usually, Zev and
his dad prepping for their arrival. This year, Zev had the responsibility
of checking the plumbing and getting the place heated, while his dad
would drive up the next morning with supplies, once the road was plowed.

It was the first time Zev had done this without his dad. But the Beckers
had grown to trust in their son's judgement, especially since Obie had
come into their lives.

The sun was sliding behind the Sierras when Zev whooped loudly. Turning
in his saddle, he grinned at Obie.

"Just up ahead, you big pussy!"

"Fuck you, Z!" Obie replied, a little miffed. "My ass hurts. It's on
fire, dude!" They'd spent almost 7 hours in the saddle that day.

"Oh, you think it's on fire now..." Zev smirked.

Minutes later, the boys emerged into a cleared acre on a cliff over-look,
with a modest, two-story, timbered house in the center. Rounded mounds in
the surrounding field of snow signaled the clearing was landscaped, and a
covered porch wrapped around the cabin. The roof was lined with solar
panels, and  a nearby wind turbine whispered in the sharp mountain
breeze.

Zev lead them past the house, beyond a stand of trees where a sort of
barn met a snow-choked forest road.

"How's your Uncle Ted going to drive his family through that?" Obie
asked, gesturing at the heavy snow drifts.

"He hires someone to plow up from the city street whenever they're here
in the winter," Zev explained. "Sometime tonite the guy'll plow it."

The boys dismounted in front of the barn, and Zev unlocked and slid open
one of two large doors, then flicked on the lights. Leading his horse in,
Zev pointed to a concrete pad with a row of ATVs and snowmobiles. "They
don't keep horses. They get around with those."

A section of the barn had four stalls for four-footed guests, and the
boys soon tended the mares. Then Zev rolled out a snow blower to clear
the drive and a path to the house, while Obie shoveled the steps.

Just as it grew dark, the boys were done with their prep work, happy in
the knowledge they were earning some money from Uncle Ted. Zev pulled his
dad's satellite phone out of one of the saddle packs and checked in with
his parents on the porch.

After hanging up, he turned to Obie and laughed. "They still can't
believe we can get by for a whole night without the internet. I mean,
I've done it with my dad forever."

Zev unlocked the front door and turned on the lights. While the boys
pulled off their parkas, boots, gloves and hats, Obie studied the modern
cabin's deliberately rustic interior. A chandelier made of antlers hung
in the middle, and a couple of chairs were made of animal horns. The
kitchen and living room were combined in one big open space. One big
chilly space, that was kept above freezing when unoccupied, but not much
warmer.

Zev cranked up the heat pumps, then went down to the basement to inspect
the plumbing. Meanwhile, Obie built a fire in the hearth, and soon the
boys regrouped in the kitchen to make dinner. Obie admired the small,
round curvature shaping the backside of his friend's trouser's, and he
couldn't wait to peel them off Zev.

Zev turned to the older boy and pulled off his heavy shirt.

"It's getting really warm in here, Ob. I'm gonna lose a layer," Zev
said, then pulled off his heavy trousers. In his form fitting, navy blue
base layer and wool socks, Zev tossed his clothes onto a nearby chair.
Obie could barely make out the leg hemlines of Zev's briefs through the
younger boy's long underwear. Obie was also getting hot, but also a
little aroused, and stripped down to his long white underwear and socks.

While the younger boy returned to tend the stove, Obie stepped behind him
and slid his hands around Zev's tummy. Squeezing into the 6th grader,
Obie sighed at how their bodies seemed designed to fit together. Their
long underwear sparked with static electricity .

"Mmmmmmm....I like this."

"Me too, Ob, And we have this place to ourselves all night."

Obie's cock quickly inflated, running up Zev's central divide.

Soon, they were wolfing down food, famished from the long day. At one
point, Obie paused, holding up his forkful of salad. The handle was made
of some kind of horn.

"I know your uncle and cousins hunt. But Is everything here made of
antlers?"

"Obie, is it making you...horny?"

Giggling, Obie replied, "Don't mess with the bull, Z."

The boys quickly finished, and cleaned up, then cuddled under a blanket
in front of the roaring fire. Zev's hand slipped around Obie's back to
rub up and down his ribs. At the same time, Obie's hand, resting on
Zev's thigh, stroked the length of merino wool tightly wrapping the
boy's sinewy thigh. So soft, like velvet covered bone.

Obie turned to admire the very cute blond boy, bathed in flickering
orange light. Zev turned and smiled into the older boy's hazel eyes.
Their lips met for a gentle kiss. Then a deeper kiss. As their tongues
danced like dervishes, and their breathing grew heavier, one of Obie's
hands held Zev's head with fingers combed through boy's short blond
hair. His other hand was still stroking the 6th-grader's thigh, tracing
inside, closer and closer to Zev's crotch. At the same time, Zev was
caressing Obie's torso, thrilled when he felt his older friend's
nipples hardening through his snug thermal undershirt, and smiling
through passionate kisses.

Within minutes, their hands found each other's pounding periscopes,
trying to break through the barriers of briefs and base layers. After
hours of anticipation on grinding leather saddles, the boys had no
patience for teasing, no time for subtle tempting. They gripped each
other hard and stroked and kissed, laying back on the rug and wrapping
their thighs over one another. Panting and moaning into each other's
mouths, their chests chests straining, and they writhed as their minds
funneled into the mad heat building in their groins.

Obie slipped his hand into Zev's thermal underwear, and cupped the
boy's pulsing, steamy hardness through his sweat dampening briefs. "Oh
yeah, Obie!" Zev huffed, while the older boy kissed hiis neck and
stroked his hardness with the flat of his hand.

Zev's grip was vice-like, as he stroked Obie through his clothes. But
the 11-year-old wanted to feel flesh on flesh, and rolled over onto his
knees, yanking down the older boy's undies and base layer in the front.
Kneeling between Obie's slender thighs, the 6th-grader hiked dow his own
briefs and thermals to mid-thigh. His angry, circumcised mushroom cap
bobbed moistly, and Obie licked a thumb and forefinger to caress it for a
moment, while Zev lowered himself to rest his weight on his forearms.

Zev groaned from Obie's delicate torments, his face crumpling almost in
pain.

"Fuuuuuuck Obie! I can't take much more!"

His hips began rocking into Obie's grip, and the older boy used both
hands to hold their cocks together. They'd humped many times, usually in
their underpants, sometimes fully clothed in the church boy's room. But
Zev loved making open-faced cock sandwiches, and Obie's dick was as hard
and primed as his own. The 13-year-old mirrored Zev in thrusting hips
together in a ferocious blaze of raging, hammering heat. At the same
time, he rubbed their desperate poles in a growing frenzy.

"Gaaauuuuuhhh Yeah Zev! Your dick is fire!"

"Gonna..Gonna DO IT OBIE!" The 11-year-old yelled, as his tiny nuts
contracted and he ground his teeth. He slammed into Obie two or three
more times as his hairless love cannon detonated with a tiny pearl of
clear boy honey.

Just as his hips stopped bucking, Obie howled as his 6th inch boyhood
spat the first of 4 thin, milky jets. At the same time, his back arched
and his hips launched upward, raising Zev off the ground.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!!!" Obie wailed again, as his hips pounded upward a
second time, though not as dramatically.

At last, when Obie's dick was spent, he lay back, slowly catching his
breath. Zev lay on him, caressing the boy's arms and shoulders, while
kissing his cheek.

"Wow, Obie. I read you can build a fire rubbing two sticks together, but
I didn't believe until now."

The 8th grader chuckled. "Dude, I think the only thing we made was a big
mess."

Their thermal undershirts were wet with Obie cum, and they both
snickered.

"Let's go upstairs and take care of that," Zev suggested, slyly.
"Uncle Ted has a jacuzzi tub."

The 6th grader waggled his eyebrows, and Obie laughed. "You little horn
dog."

"You know you want to," Zev continued. "Besides, you're a dirty boy
who needs to be washed."

"Perv," Obie replied. "But I am kinda ripe, and you're kinda cute,
so..."

Pulling their underwear back in place, the boys headed upstairs and a
little while later, had the tub filled. By then, Obie had some music
playing from his phone on portable speaker.

Zev, sitting on the deep tub's edge was just turning off the water, and
giggled.

"Teyanna Taylor? You also have some candles to go with that?"

"Your mom's right," Obie replied stepping above his friend. "You are
a fucking smart ass."

He gently shoved Zev over the side into the tub. Flailing, Zev latched
onto Obie's arm as pulling the 13-year-old in with him.

Laughing hysterically, the boys thrashed around, tickling and dunking
each other. Then, they settled in against one wall, wrapping their arms
and legs in a tangled mass. Their woolen base layers, so snug earlier,
billowed softly in the warm jets of air and bubbles as the boys kissed.

Obie felt like he was buffeted in waves of feathers, and the hot tub heat
peeled away a day's muscle aches, while Zev's fingers soon brought him
achingly hard again.

Pulling back from Zev's lips, Obie suggested they get out of their
sopping clothes. They helped each other peel off their thermals and
briefs. Wringing out their clothes and tossing them on the tile floor,
the boys stood in the bubbling water, boners bouncing as they gazed at
each other's slender, muscular bodies.

The 11-year-old glistened like a jewel in Obie's eyes, and Zev was
hungry to wrap himself again around his older friend. Always uninhibited
with each other, they were exhilarated with freedom in their isolated
mountain retreat. There were no curtains on the broad bay window behind
the tub, but no one to see the young lovers in pubescent heat. Also no
worries about noise complaints from parents, much less neighbors.

Obie got out of the tub, dripping across the tiles and switched the music
to the Beastie Boy's "Make Some Noise," and in seconds, the boys were
dancing in the tub and rapping with Ad Rock and MCA. Splashing water all
over the place, the boys didn't care, taking turns for alternate lines.
Then Obie dropped to his knees, grabbed Zev's softening root like a
microphone and belted out:

"Make some noise if you're with me!!
Make some noise if you're with me!!"

Zev was laughing hysterically, but also quiveringly rigid again within
seconds. When the song ended, Obie reached over to put on a low-key
techno groove, then turned to Zev.

"You gotta come with me to New York, Z," Obie grinned at his friend,
circling his arms around the 6th grader, who followed  suit.

"You're made for it. Even if you smell like horse pussy."

"I'm gonna put my horse in your pussy, Ob!"

Laughing hard, their cocks had grown harder, their lips met passionately,
and their chuckles turned to moans. Their glistening cocks mashed
together again, and Obie guided Zev back down into the bubbling cauldron.
Their limbs slithered like seaweed in an equatorial tide.

"Dude, you're the best fucking thing to hit Reno since Tesla," Zev
sighed through the loud roar of bubbles and the distant melodic honey of
Tycho's "Dive."

"Let me wash your hair, Z" Obie suggested, while caressing his
friend's rubbery back.

"Sure!"

No one had washed his hair for him since he was a little kid, and he
quickly dunked his head under the water, then sat with his back to Obie.
The older boy filled his hands with shampoo, and spent a long time slowly
massaging suds into the 6th-grader's scalp. Zev didn't know this simple
thing could feel so sensuous, and he closed his eyes and his breathing
grew deeper. Rinsing and shampooing one more time, then working in
conditioner, Obie eventually rubbed little moans out of his friend.

"Oh dude, I wish you could do that forever."

Obie chuckled. His hair cutter back in Brooklyn was always booked because
of his amazing scalp massages, and Obie tried to memorize all his
techniques.

"OK, Ob, your turn." Zev said, turning around in the tub's bubbling
boy broth.

"Nah, Z, no worries. I took care of it this morning."

"Well then, let me wash you," Zev replied, biting down on his lower lip
mischievously.

"OK," Obie chuckled, knowing his friend had more than cleanliness on
his mind.

Obie leaned back against the tub wall, and spread his legs, while Zev
knelt in front of him. Soaping up a wash cloth,  Zev methodically worked
his way along each arm, and deeply scrubbed each of the 8th-grader's
smooth pits. Next, the younger boy patiently worked Obie's entire torso
and sides. Starting with one foot, Zev spent a long time cleaning each of
the 13-year-old's toes, then the rest of the foot, before scrubbing all
the way up to his muscular pelvic V. Zev avoided Obie's swollen,
submerged sex snorkel until Obie was pink from neck to toe.

As soapie fingers gripped his pulsing pleasure post, Obie groaned. Zev
used his hands and wash cloth tenderly, but zealously. He stroked and
scrubbed every inch of the 8th-grader's cock and balls, but never enough
to bring him release.

Obie whined when Zev stopped. Obie's penis floundered in frustration,
and they traded places. Obie made sure to take twice as long get the job
done on Zev, who was moaning by the time his friend took a washcloth to
his cock. He was even more punishing on Zev's tender sex, using a
feather touch to clean him from tip to taint, over and over and over
again.

Zev whimpered. "Dude, just jerk it, please!"

"Gotta take care of the other side, Z," Obie chuckled. "Turn around."

With a frustrated whine, Zev turned and knelt with his arms under his
chin on the tub's rim. Obie didn't spend as much time working on the
boy's lean back as he had on the boy's abs, but he loved Zev's broad
shoulders so much.

"Z, you ever thought about playing football?" Obies  asked, working his
way down the boy's sinewy back.

"Fuck that, dude," Zev grinned turning his head. "I'm a lover, not a
fighter."

He was about to talk Obie into joining his swim club, when Obie's
finger's reached his bottom, and he sighed.

The older boy squeezed one bun, while he scrubbed the other, then
switched. Then he spent a long time in the boy's divide. When Obie's
soapy finger slinked into his clenching ring, Zev moaned loudly, and
pushed back with his hips.

"I'm really dirty there, Ob," he whispered. "Better get me real
clean."

"You have the finest ass west of the Mississippi," Obie said, while
working his finger in and out of the 6th grader's tight little hole.

"How do you know, you slut?" Zev started rocking his firm little globes
back, in time with Obie's intrusion. Bubbling water sloshed around the
boys as they worked as a precision drill team on Zev's anus, with
Obie's post-holing fingers working the younger boy's prostate
relentlessly.

"Ooouuuuh yessss Oooooobbiiie!" Zev hissed, slamming his ass to meet
his impalement with mounting force. "Right! THERE!!"

Boy cocks beat in the hot, bubbling water, needing direct friction. Obie
left his own penis untouched, gently squeezed Zev's small, smooth
scrotum with one hand, while he cored the boy with the other. All the
while, he kissed the younger boy's neck and shoulders. And soon Zev
reached his limit.

"Obie! You gotta butt fuck me! Now!!"

As desperate as Zev, the 13-year-old heaved, "Yeah, Z. I wanna fuck your
sweet little ass so hard. Gimme a Jimmy Hat!"

Zev leaned down to his kit and pulled out a condom and handed it back to
Obie. With practiced muscle memory, the 13-year-old sealed himself with
latex.

Obie's cock met a little resistance, popping through Zev's rosebud with
a few minutes' effort. Nothing ever felt as good as Zev's tight little
tunnel clamping around him, and he rested for a moment, letting his
friend squeeze him with his bowels, while he flexed his erection in hot
boy meat. Then he slowly pulled almost all the way out.

"Fuuuuck Obie! Fuuuuuck me!"

While Zev rested his chest and arms on the tubs rim, Obie thrust back in.
Then he pulled out, and back in. Holding onto Zev by the shoulders, Obie
gradually built a faster rhythm.

"So! Tight! So! Hot!" Obie grunted in time with his pumps. "Uhhh! Yes!
Uuuh! Yes!"

Obie slid his right hand down Zev's back and gently held him by his
circumcised head. Using the hot water as a lube, he gently stroked the
boy by his tender helmet, using a thumb and index finger.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUUUCK!" Zev squealed.

Obie slammed into him harder and faster. Both boys were sopping with
sweat, and growing dizzy in the bubbling, waist deep soup. The itchy
friction building in Zev's hairless four-inches was almost painful, and
he reached down to guide Obie's hand with full strokes on his entire
length. In seconds, the 6th-grader felt his small nuts burrowing into his
body, and he bleated a long, helpless cry as his dick fought to eject
semen he could not yet make.

Stars burst across his tightly clenched eyes, and his ass reflexively
crushed Obie's dick with every dry pulse. With his dick grinding through
a boy vice, Obie's hairless sack tightened, and he pulled Zev sharply
onto him. Thrusting hard and deep, he howled hight-pitched syllables of
joyous savagery, and his cock plumed with white fire. Again and again and
again, he plunged into his friend with fury until the last jet was milked
from him by Zev's ring of fire. Then he fell forward, wrapping his arms
around the boy.

"So. Fucking. Sweet." Zev heaved. Obie could only rub his forehead
against the 11-year-old's shoulder, while he softened in the boy's
bottom.

"Hey Obie?"

"Mmmm...Z?"

"Wanna try out the sauna, next?"

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