Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2021 20:09:36 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 1 A promising crush, frustrating circumstances and clandestine passion turns a young teen's coaching camp into much more than he hoped. if If you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ============================================================== "OK, people! Good work!" Coach Cindy called out to the swimmers in the 50 meter pool. "Remember: video reviews at 7 PM for you guys in Classroom 5B!" Whistles broke out at the other lane pools, and at the diving well, with other coaches calling the end of afternoon practice for the summer swim campers. Exhausted, but exhilarated, 13-year-old Sage Arsenault pulled his goggles up onto his forehead, and wiped the chlorinated water from his face with both hands. With feet forward, the brunette pulled himself by hand along pool gutter toward the ladder. Just then, a stream of soccer players poured out of the boys' and girls' locker rooms, rushing to jump into the cooling waters after a day's practice in the Palo Alto heat wave. Concurrent with the program for middle school swimmers, the university ran multiple 2-week coaching camps for soccer, football, and baseball players in the same age brackets. Before college athletes returned for pre-season training, different youth age groups would make abundant use of the otherwise idle facilities and staff. During this two-week stretch in 1992, it was just boys and girls in the 6th to 8th grades. While the rest of his cadre loped to the showers, Sage froze, studying the soccer boys. Like their female counterparts, the male players were soaked from quick rinses, and those wearing white soccer shorts inadvertently revealed the outlines of whatever they wore beneath. If what they wore under those clingy wet shorts were anything but white, the fabric practically radiated in contrast. Had Sage been like most boys about to enter 8th Grade, he'd have been enthralled by the cute, red-headed girl cannon-balling near him; her wet white shorts revealed shapely, pink polka dot covered buns. But Sage had known he was only interested in boys for a couple of years. Unlike the girls, the boy soccer players were bare chested, and the fair-skinned sported rich farmer's tans on their arms and legs that contrasted with their sun-starved torsos. Some were short; others tall. Some a little heavy; others skinny, or leanly muscular. Every member of this multi-ethnic smorgasbord drew Sage's hungry attention. But he wasn't the only swimmer procrastinating a post-workout shower to study the invading army. A group of girls in another pool huddled and giggled, discretely pointing out different boys. Just then, Sage saw The Boy again: the kid he'd seen once at the dining hall, and another time during yoga. He was willowy, yet muscular. Taller than Sage by a couple of inches, the boy had long blond hair reaching his broad shoulders, prominent cheek bones, and the lustrous, copper skin of a boy who spends most of the summer at the beach. Maybe it was natural nonchalance, or obliviousness, but the blond seemed unashamed by his clingy wet, white shorts, cameoed with the clear outlines of a black jock strap. He was majestic, and Sage was frozen, yearning for any excuse to meet the boy. "Hey!" A perky voice broke Sage out of his haze. "You should take a picture. It'd last longer." Hair swirling around her like a river of marmalade jam, the girl with polka dot panties was treading water beside him in the 2 meter deep lane. Blushing, Sage sputtered. "What?" Shaking her head with a grin, the girl replied, "Never mind. I'm Cassie," and stuck out her hand. Recovering, Sage lowered his feet, and hung with an arm in the pool gutter. Shaking Cassie's hand, he introduced himself. "What kind of name is `Sage?'" Cassie asked, with a smirk, while undulating over to anchor herself onto the pool gutter next to Sage. "You a prophet? Or named for an herb?" "The plant, I guess," Sage chuckled. "If I'd been a girl, my hippie `rental units would have named me `Pepper.'" Just as the girl laughed, there was a whooping overhead, and the water detonated beside them. A moment later, the blond boy breached the surface jubilantly. "Sweet," the glistening god howled, then wrapped an arm around Cassie. "Hey gal!" "Colt, this is Sage," Cassie smiled at her hunky young friend, "as in the spice. Water boy, this is Colton." Star struck and nervous, Sage met Colton Vannerman's hand for a shake. "Hey." Soccer friends and teammates plunged into the pool, and Sage discovered the boy was as popular as he was handsome. The group of kids exploded in raucous games and dunking, while hurling swaggering banter. Curiously, Cassie and Colton ignored the other soccer kids, and Sage eased into effortless chatter with the couple. Colton and Cassie, both avid surfers, were from a town an hour west of Sage's home in Southern California, and had been attending the soccer camp for a few years. A couple of their friends at camp were from their hometown, but the rest were kids they only saw once a year. It was Sage's first year at the camp, and 4 days in, hadn't made any friends, though he liked his dorm room mates. "Now you have two friends," Colton replied, warmly. "Yeah, you're alright" Cassie agreed. "Can I borrow those?" Without waiting for a reply, she pulled off Sage's goggles and pulled them on herself, then dropped to the pool bottom for a few seconds. "She's kinda bossy that way," Colton shrugged, and Sage laughed. A moment later, Cassie burst to the surface. "Nice Speedos, dude," she commented, with a chuckle. Though most boys in California had largely given up on tight swim briefs, Sage wasn't taking the bait. In the early 90s, it was still the only suit for competitive swimmers. And deep-down, Sage liked the feeling of tight lycra firmly compressing his loins and buns. "Nice polka dots, Cassie," Sage retorted, and she blushed. Just then, another whistle, and a soccer coach reminded the pool party that dinner was in an hour, and to pack up. Because the ladder was crowded, Sage quickly bounded up the pool gutter, onto the deck. Offering his hand to first help Cassie and then Colton out of the pool, Sage had a weird suspicion that their eyes had been dragging across his body. But that couldn't be. They were a couple, right? Cassie hit the showers, asking the boys to meet up with her at dinner. Colt started toward the boy's locker room, but halted when Sage finished drying himself and rummaged in his nearby backpack. "You're not gonna shower?" Colton asked. Was there a note of disappointment in his voice? Pulling on a baggy pair of shorts over his blue and white striped Speedo, and then donning a t-shirt, Sage shook his head. "Nah. Gotta wash my hair at the dorm." Unspoken was Sage's fear of popping an erection in a shared shower space. It was happening more frequently, anyway. But he hadn't had a chance to rub one out in 4 days, and he surely didn't want to horrify his new friend with an unsummoned bone. Even thinking about getting hard charmed his trouser snake to painfully uncoil from its swim-shrunken cocoon, and Sage was glad his t-shirt fell low enough to provide extra camouflage. "Can you wait for me, dude?" Colton asked, and Sage almost died. Of course he'd wait for the golden-haired boy. Moments later, Colton returned with his cleats and jersey on, and Sage was disappointed the boy's shirt hung below his groin. As it happened, Colton was on the 4th floor of the same men's dorm as Sage; one in which bedrooms normally shared by only two students temporarily housed four campers. "How long have you and Cassie been seeing each other?" Sage asked. To his surprise, Colton almost doubled over with laughter, and Sage wondered if he'd said something completely stupid. "Nah, dude," Colton said with a grin. "I mean I can see why you'd think that. She's like my best friend. But Cass is my cousin." After a pause, Sage asked if he had a girlfriend at the camp, and Colton shook his head with a tight lipped smile. "But you have one back home, right?" Sage asked, keeping his tone deliberately casual, while a faint hope he dare not hold grew in his heart. "Nope," Colton replied, "How about you?" "Not yet," Sage answered evasively, for in those days, it was still rare for any boy to openly express his interest in the same sex. Colton gave Sage a side-eyed appraisal and smirked. "I'm not really into girls, either." Holy shit, Sage thought. Is he actually saying what I think he's saying? But there wasn't any more time to suss it out, as they had arrived at the bustling dorm. Later, dressed in cargo shorts and hoodies, the boys met up with Cassie at the dining hall, grabbed platers of chow, and sat with a group of the two cousins' friends. They were very welcoming of Sage, and he lost his shyness, laughing at their stories and telling his own. By the time the others left for evening coaching sessions, Sage was thinking of them as friends. "Gotta bounce, guys," Cassie said, carrying her tray away. "See ya later, Speedo Boy." "Copy that, polka panties," Sage replied, pleased to see Cassie blush again. The boys rose to clear their own trays, and Colton smiled at Sage. "Seems everyone digs you, dude." Colton paused and looked Sage directly in the eye, "See you for ice cream?" "For sure, Colt!" Sage piped, and high-fived the other boy. Maybe he'd been too eager? God he felt like a dweeb. The camp's ice cream nights were a reward for the video critiques of every individual camper's performance. Though the coaches were kindhearted in their thrice weekly reviews, only the most narcissistic kid wanted to be on public display, even in small groups. And Sage was eager to get past Coach Brandy's unsparing dissection of his afternoon sprints. At least she didn't mention his mediocre time. Finally, the classrooms cleared out, and Sage jogged back to the dining hall, where he found Colton chatting with his crew. "Hey man," Colton called, with a smile. "How was your crit?" Joining the group in line for ice cream, Sage rolled his eyes. "It was...unpleasant." Colton chuckled. "Yeah, they suck. But you'll get used to them." A few minutes later, the group merrily feasted on cones, returning to their dorms. A few of Colton's friends crowded onto the couch next to the blond boy and Sage, to watch TV. Colton ended up squishing against Sage, and the swimmer froze in nervous joy. At first, Colton kept his knees closed tightly as the only acknowledgment of personal space. But after a minute, Colton's left thigh opened, his knee met Sage's, and it seemed like he was pressing his leg against Sage's. "Hey dorks!" Cassie said, thumping down on the wide, upholstered sofa arm, and her hip collided with Sage's shoulder. Startled, Sage's right arm jerked, spilling melted chocolate ice cream on Colton's arm. "Sorry, Colt!" Sage was instantly mortified. "Smooth, Speedo Boy!" Cassie teased, laughing. "Better clean up the mess." Chuckling, Colton unfurled his arm in front of Sage's mouth. "Yeah, dude, here you go." Sage looked hesitantly at the pair, but Colton's arm never wavered, and the boy only smiled at him, expectantly. Sage wanted nothing more than lock his lips on Colton's corded, tanned forearm, dusted with the faintest golden peach fuzz. Extended his tongue, Sage dabbed at spot of chocolate. He was sure he heard the boy sigh, and so he licked more forcefully, and for a moment, Colton closed his eyes. Sage's loins stirred, and he sucked at other spots, relishing firm muscles against his tongue, until Colt's forearm was shiny with spit. When Colt pulled his arm away, Sage wondered why the other boys weren't razzing them, but they were absorbed with mocking a TV show. Still, Cassie laughed. "See Colt?" Cassie commented. "That mouth isn't just for looks." Sage grew bright red, and the mischievous pair laughed again. "You're fun to tease, dude," Cassie said, rubbing Sage's shoulder. Later, lying in the top bunk after lights out, Sage's prick grew painfully swollen when he recalled that intimacy few other boys would entertain. Colton's steely muscles had been almost as hard as the 5 inch erection stretching Sage's briefs. He squeezed it, wishing his roommates would fall asleep so that he could quietly savage himself. But he fell asleep long before the last of the other three boys. After the morning workout and lunch, Sage caught up with Colton at yoga. The classes weren't meant to be challenging, but all the kids were sweating by the end. As they toweled off, Sage noticed Colton's eyes, discretely inspecting his red Speedo. Colton's lips curled with faint amusement. "You guys just don't care about showing yourselves off in those things, huh?" Colt commented, stuffing his yoga mat into his gear bag. "Not showing off," Sage replied, a little miffed. Pulling on his baggy shorts, he added, "I just don't give a shit." "If I looked as cute as you, I'd definitely be showing it off," Colton replied, quietly. Sage took a double take, and Colton shrugged. "It's why I noticed you, first day." Sage's jaw was slack. This handsome surfer had noticed Sage first -- and wait a minute? "Cute?" Before Sage could digest the words, Colton sharply snapped him in the ass with his towel, and the brunette squealed. Instantly, the two were in a towel snapping frenzy, and Sage was tripping over his shorts, bundled around his ankles. Other kids joined in the towel riot, but very quickly, the instructor and counselors shut it down, kicking everyone out of the gym. "See ya at the pool, Sage!" Colton called as the boys parted for afternoon practice. For the first few laps of his warm up, Sage lost himself in thoughts of Colton's words. He'd never thought himself especially noticeable. But, holy shit, that hunk really said it, and that means he was most definitely into dudes! Fortunately, he got into "the zone," losing time and the threat of an erection in steady, repetitive exertion. After final sprints, whistles blew for the end of practice, and Sage clung to the pool gutter, waiting for the soccer kids. The weather had changed, and cold Pacific fog was rolling down the coastal mountains earlier than usual when Colt, Cassie and their crew poured out of the locker rooms. To Sage's amusement, Cassie wisely chose blue shorts, while only Colt was in white shorts again, displaying a green jock strap through clinging wet fabric. Cannonballs erupted around Sage, and soon the aquatic center echoed with shrill cries and laughter. Colt wrapped his arms around Sage, wrestling, rolling, and dunking the boy. Rubbery boy flesh squelched and slid. Sage grabbed a hold of Colt's foot, and dragged the boy to the bottom. Bouncing off the gunnite, Sage's swift return to the surface was marred when his left hand accidentally dragged up into Colt's now billowing soccer shorts. Briefly, for a thrilling moment, the back of Sage's hand landed on soggy cotton, pushing into a resilient softness, and he heard his friend's bubbled vocal exhalation. Breaking the surface, Sage heard whistles, and yelling. The remaining lifeguards were kicking the kids out for the day, allegedly for "rough housing." But Sage also noticed how they folded their arms in discomfort from the dropping temperature. Sage and Colton were the last to reach the ladder. Just as he stepped on the bottom rung, Sage felt Colt's hand engulf his shrunken junk for a quick squeeze. Sage squealed and Colton giggled. "Gotcha!" Colton called, as Sage quickly climbed in escape. "You're gonna get it," Sage murmured his threat with a snicker. "I hope so, dude," Colton replied, with an arched eye brow. Sage quickly chilled in the foggy gloom, as he trotted to his towel and backpack. Warming up in the boys' shower was way more appealing than shivering all the way to the dorm. Certainly Colton liked the idea, and Sage followed the soccer boys to a row of lockers where they stored their shirts, socks and cleats. The other boys were stripping off the remnants of their clothes. Soggy white briefs adhered like second skins to most of them, clearly revealing the contours and shadows of their contents. However, a few of the fitter boys, like Colton, wore athletic supporters, though they were of the usual rough, white cotton weaving Sage had to endure for middle school P.E. Colton's sun tan ended mid way on his slender, muscular thighs, and at his waist. The stunningly ivory skin in between, usually concealed by soccer or board shorts, contrasted with both his tan, and his bright green jock strap; the thick waistband bifurcated a sinewy, hairless physique. The fancy, shiny triangle in front taunted Sage with the mystery it contained. The snuggly stretching fabric revealed some tantalizing lumps. Sage caught himself staring, and quickly turned to stuff his pack in a locker. When he turned back, Colton was completely naked and had his back to Sage, hanging his shorts and supporter on a hook to drip dry. One of his hands was at work in his front, and when Colton turned, his water-shriveled penis was mostly free of his still shrunken nuts. Sage's eyes involuntarily locked on Colton's groin. He'd expected Colton to be as well-developed as the two other tall boys in their group; one even sported a full bush and hairy sack. Sage had been self-conscious about this moment; about what Colton would think once he saw Sage's still early pubescence, and his meager trail of silky new sprouts around its root. But he needn't have worried. However big Colton's cock would be normally without pool shrinkage, he didn't seem to have any emergent pubes, and his little sack was half-hidden in his body. "Come on, slow-poke!" Colton said with a laugh, breaking Sage out of his trance. Though it had seemed an eternity had passed while staring at Colton's hairless loins, it was merely a second or two. Sage blushed and turned away, reaching into his speedo to fish his penis from its painfully shrunken bundle. Like a sea anemone retreating into a rock, Sage's cock and balls had disappeared into his late blooming body, pulling his meager hairs in as well. As usual, when his circumcised head burst out, his soft hairs raked against it like a cheese grater, stinging him for moments. Yanking down his Speedo and stepping out of it, Sage turned hesitantly toward Colt, only looking up at the last moment to gauge the boy's reaction. Biting the corner of his lower lip, Colton was smiling, studying Sage's package. It was framed by milk white, Speedo-masked flesh, unblemished by the sun. Like a turtle, the boy's cock was still barely peeking out of an almost hairless hillock. "We better hit the shower before something happens," Sage said quietly. "Something," Colton echoed dramatically, and both boys giggled. Colton took the lead, and Sage was awed by the blonde's firm buns rubbing up and down in counterpoint with each step. Rhythmically flexing, those creamy white globes rippled with concave indentations blooming from Colton's hips with every stride. The hot water was a relief on Sage's frigid, slender little body. His cock unfurled to its resting 2½ inches, and his hairless, wrinkled scrotum followed. Sage was laser focused on washing, and trying to avoid checking out the other boys, despite their increasingly course banter. "Tony's gotten boney!" One boy squealed, pointing at a brunette, with a growing erection. Blushing and shrugging, the boy's cock swelled up to 6 inches, sticking straight out from beneath a small, dark bush. The other boys chanted and catcalled, but it was all good natured, and soon a couple more erections rose. As Sage found out later, these boys had been ragging on each other for years, and in their age of uncontrolled boners, it was just as meaningless. But Sage couldn't help glancing at Colton, mesmerized by the boy's groin, and the way water sluiced off of his flaccid 1½ incher. Uncut, Colton's boyhood draped over a small and smooth, round scrotum, and his nuts were individually undefined in the hairless little ball. Sage's prick began to inflate. But it wasn't from random hormones surging like the other boys; rather it was from desire. "I'm getting out, Colt," he said, quietly, shutting off his shower head, but he wasn't quite fast enough hiding his source of concern. "Me too," Colton replied, his cock lurching from his glimpse of Sage's hardening shaft. By the time they reached the towel stack, both boys were diamond hard, their cocks merrily dancing jigs in the open air. They raced to the lockers, and studied each other hungrily, while drying off. Fully engorged, Sage was clearly a grower, not a shower. His 5 inch pubescence was thin as a finger, but it towered over the flabby, wrinkled and hairless little sack anchored to its root like a limpet. His circumcised, mushroom-shaped head was pale pink, with a prominent frenulum buttressing an almost heart-shaped underside. By contrast, the taller boy was lagging further in development than Sage. Not much thicker than Sage's, the surfer's tumescence reached about 3, waving from an utterly barren base. "Can I...?" Colton asked, reaching for Sage's pulsating prong. "Uh-huh," the brunette replied, reaching toward his friend. As their fingers closed, both boys sighed from the rich sensation of spongy, warm boy meat in their fingers, and from the pleasure of being held. But then, they heard the showers shutting off, and they quickly yanked on their clothes. His erection secured under his soft, stretchy supporter, Colton gazed at Sage, pulling on simple white briefs. Sad to see Sage's pink joystick disappear inside his underpants, Colton could still discern it tenting the bleached white fabric for a moment, before Sage pulled on his baggy basketball shorts. As they finished dressing, Sage looked mischievously at Colton. "Do you maybe have to use the boys' room?" Sage asked quietly. "Hells yes!" Colt replied. But just as they got up, the locker room manager announced the facility would be closing in five minutes. "Fuck," Colton muttered. So close, Sage thought. Dammit. The other boys hurriedly pulled on their clothes, and watching them wasn't helping Sage's rigid condition. He glanced down at Colton's shorts, still damp, but no longer clinging. Still he could see a dark outline just before it was concealed by Colton's jersey. "You know, those shorts are see-through, when they're wet," Sage observed with a half-smile. He'd discovered the same problem one year when his mom mistakenly bought him a thin, white Speedo knockoff, and it had been as revealing as when he'd swim in his underpants. "Yeah, dude," Colton replied quietly. "Why do you think I wore them?" Sage giggled, and and struggled to repress his painful frustration. Leaving with the rest of the group, Colton and Sage agreed to meet up more intimately that night. For Sage, dinner passed with glacial slowness, and he was barely paying attention to Cassie chattering next to him. His mind kept drifting back to the locker room. Just when he thought he'd manage to conquer his frenzied imagination, Sage felt fingertips on his bare thigh. Jerking his head sideways, he found Colton deliberately avoiding his gaze, joking with Cassie about her match that day. Colton's fingers slid up Sage's slender thigh, drawing goose bumps in their wake. A moment later, Colton's hand was in Sage's shorts, and his forefinger stroked Sage's quaking length through his skimpy undies. Sage grit his teeth, and could see Colton was amused at more than his cousin's story. Sage felt his nuts given a gentle squeeze in their basket, and then the teasing digits withdrew. After dinner, the group parted for their separate dorms. With no evening program, the camp counsellors wanted all the kids accounted for early, most likely so most of the adults could enjoy a Friday night out. "You idiot!" Sage quietly hissed, though amused at Colt's secret teasing. "Somebody could have seen." Colton chuckled. "Nobody but Cassie noticed." "What??" Sage gasped. 
"Dude, you know she's my best friend," Colton reiterated. "And she's actually a little jealous. She thinks you're hot." Sage's brain was a blur, but Colton quickly changed the mood, trying to trip Sage with his foot. Laughing hysterically, with arms over each other's shoulders, the boys spent the rest of the walk in a trip war. Back at the dorm, the pair flopped on a couch to watch TV with other boys. After a time, Colton whispered in Sage's ear, "come up to my room in like 10 minutes." His heart pounded. It's gonna happen! It's gonna happen! Sage's cock filled in anticipation, and his eyes were riveted to his watch. Minutes passed like hours, and at last, he trotted up the the stairs, and found Colton's door slightly ajar. He pushed it open, intruding on one of Colton's roommates pulling on a pair of jeans. "Oh sorry, man," Sage said turning around to leave. "I was looking for Colt." "It's cool," the boy replied, unconcerned. "He's in the shower. Make yourself at home." "Thanks," Sage said, introducing himself to the boy named Frank. Sage sat in the room's one chair. After Frank left, Sage peered around, inventorying some paperbacks on the desk, and shoes and clothes heaped around the floor. The room smelled of dirty socks and playing field grass. A few minutes later, Colton walked in, wearing a terrycloth robe, and drying his hair with a towel. "You took another shower?" Sage asked, his nose crunching in curiosity. Colton chuckled. "Yeah. Frank came in while I was getting naked, and I needed an excuse. I was gonna surprise you, but that didn't work out." Sage grinned and stood up, while Colton hung his towel from a rack at the end of the bed, and shut the door. As Colton turned, Sage reached to the front of his bathrobe, found the surfer boy's package and gave it a squeeze. "I think I owe you one," Sage giggled. Colton closed his eyes and gasped, then quietly begged, "Not so hard, OK?" "Sorry," Sage replied, holding Colton more gently. Colton's cock flew up like a rocket, and Sage readjusted his grip, squeezing the boy's small sack with a slow cadence. "I think I owe you this," Colton whispered, taking Sage's head with both hands. Leaning in, Colton let his lips drift onto Sage's. Sage's head snapped back, studying his friend for just a moment. Colton's sparkly turquoise eyes widened. "Um..." Sage mumbled. "I'm sorry, Sage," Colton looked concerned. "Did I ruin things?" "No, it's...more than OK," Sage sputtered. He'd just never been kissed by a boy. In fact his entire kissing history amounted to a brief make-out session with a girl that year at a school dance. "I love kissing." Their lips met again, and while holding Colton at the hip with one hand, Sage drew his index finger back and forth along the underside of Colt's throbbing boyhood, teasing him through his terrycloth. Sage's finger only slowed for a moment, when the boys' tongues danced and wrestled, and their heads corkscrewed. It was so natural, and he grew more passionate. And then, sage rubbed Colton more vigorously. Eventually, their lips parted and they gazed at each other with half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. Sage's was still tickling the underside of Colton's robe tentpole, but Colt grunted and stopped him. "I almost came," Colt huffed with a slack-jawed smile. "Can we go somewhere private?" Sage whispered. "Not tonight. We can't get out of the dorm. Tomorrow afternoon, though, if you didn't sign up for softball." Sage shook his head with a grin. "I hate softball." "Come here," Colton whispered, pulling Sage down onto his lower bunk bed. The two sat cross-wise on the mattress, with their backs to the wall and their feet on the floor. Sage noticed that the towel Colton had hung blocked off any view from the door, and would give them a moment to straighten up if someone walked in. Further reassuring Sage, Colton held up a deck of cards. "If anyone walks in, we're just playing Crazy Eights," Colton explained, with a wry grin. Sage's finger snaked into Colton's robe, and found the boy's rock hard boyhood. It was almost more thrilling than the first time he'd touched another boy's boner, because this was a guy who wasn't just exploring. Here was a gorgeous dude who wanted to be touched by another boy; who wanted to be touched by Sage. Colton's cock felt like a piece of steel, coated in rubber, and damp at one end. Fondling further, his fingers investigated Colt's small, hairless sack. It was so warm and smooth and round, and he had to press in to find the boy's nuts. He went back and forth, caressing his friend's cock and bag, wishing he could see them, yet studying them by touch. Colton palmed the front of Sage's shorts, rubbing the boy's hardness with the flat of his hand. A moment later, Colton slid his hand into Sage's basketball shorts, and further, into his underwear. In the hot, constrictive furnace of Sage's tight, white briefs, Colton felt a little syrup bubbling from Sage's circumcised tip. Giving Sage a gentle squeeze to his sack, Colton earned a quiet moan. One of the boys Sage had first fooled around with in 5th Grade was uncut, and so he knew how to pleasure his Colton. With two fingers and a thumb, he clutched Colton's foreskin, gently pushing it down, over the boy's cock head, then pulling it back. Colton shivered and gasped, then clasped Sage's cock with his thumb and three fingers downward, parallel to its trembling length, with its knob pressing into his palm. The boys rubbed slowly at first, but burnished each in gradually building velocity. Sage was consumed in a burgeoning bliss, aroused by both the pleasure he was bringing to Colton, and the itchy tingles bursting from every stroke the other boy brought to his turgid tool. "Oh..uhnng...nnng...oh!" Sage could barely choke off his sighs. It had been almost a week since he'd touched himself, and the friction was becoming unbearable. Lost in the fire in his loins, he stopped stroking Colton. His lean abdomen flexed, undulating with every tickling burst of fire in his loins. "Faster...faster...faster...please!" Sage begged in hushed mewls. He shook and his eyelids clamped shut. Just then, he felt his shorts and underwear pulled down in the front, the grip on him changed, and then, hot steam on his tender succulence. Sage's eyes flew open to see the back of Colton's head hovering over his lap, AND THEN, HOLY SHIT! - A hot, moist maelstrom swirled around his extremely sensitive head. A bubblebath - a jacuzzi - a whirlpool of human juice swirled flashily on his tenderness. Colton's fingertips worked Sage's stem like jackhammer, while sucking and licking on the boy's knob. Sage's legs flexed out, and he kicked his heels in the air, strangling a moan before it could escape. Muscles pulled, contracting his nuts, and he beat his hands on the mattress, and his cock burst with tingling fire. Once, twice, three times, his nozzle erupted with thin, watery boy juice, and Colton eagerly drank it all, until Sage pulsed drily. Pulling off Sage's prong, Colton studied the boy with a satisfied smile, and secured his still hard cock in his clothes. "You swallowed it!" Sage gasped in wonder. He knew people did that - just none of the boys with whom he'd messed around. His best friend, a straight boy, would always finish Sage by hand, and he was starting to think he'd never meet another boy who liked the taste of cum. "You taste delicious," Colt murmured, his lips drifting towards Sage's. "Here, try it." Mouth's opened tenderly, and their tongues played in a hint of a flavor Sage knew from tasting the residue of his solitary pleasures. While their kissing grew in intensity, Sage kept teasing Colton's knob with its own foreskin, until at last the surfer broke away, gasping "Hurry, Sage," Colton whispered. "I need to cum so bad." Sage clutched Colton in his full fist, and as he stroked the rigid pole, Colton's wet knob popped in and out of the thumb and forefinger collar, peeling and sheathing it in a rapid rhythm. Colton gasped every time his tip raked across the terrycloth, until he couldn't stand it anymore and pulled open one robe flap. Sage turned on his side, and with his free hand, cupped Colton's smooth, round sack, and coddled the boy's small eggs with gentle, rhythmic caresses. At the same time, he stroked Colton with harder, drawing more drops of clear syrup from the boy's little fountain. "Ohhh yrrrrs uuuuuuuuhh...So rrrrad!" Colton grunted. Sage felt Colton's fingers slide once again into his underwear, so the boy could hold his cock and balls gently in his fist. Sage whispered, "Lemme know when you're gonna cum." 
"Gaaah! Soo...clllooose!" In their current positions, there'd be no chance to escape discovery if someone walked in, but Sage poured it on, yanking and filling the room with sighs and the soft sound of fast-paced, fleshy friction. "Saaage! Gonna...shoot!" Colt quietly gasped. Sage leaned down with an open mouth, and barely caught the first spurt of almost flavorless, watery seed. A second burst bubbled out before Sage had time to seal his lips around Colton's head. Now holding Colt's stem with fingertips, Sage gently sucked on the boy's crown, while milking the remaining dry pulses. When Colton was spent, Sage pulled away to lick his lips clean. Colton's boy juice had a vague carrot flavor. Colton was shivering and sighing while Sage secured the boy's bathrobe, and Sage sat back next to him, smiling at the surfer boy. "Sorry, Sage," Colton said, quietly, while pulling his hand out of the boy's shorts. "Your dick is so hot, I just wanted to hold it while I came." "You can hold it anytime, dude," Sage whispered, and kissed Colton on the cheek. "You can play with it all afternoon, tomorrow." "Oh fuck, yeah," Colton replied, getting up to get dressed. "You made me cum so hard. Tomorrow will be epic." "Um, Colt, you look so sexy in your fancy jock strap," Sage continued, awkwardly. "Can you wear one tomorrow?" The blond boy grinned. "Only if you do, too." Reaching into section of the closet, Colton rifled around and found a fresh black supporter, and handed it to Sage. It was silky and feathery soft in Sage's hand. "How come you don't have normal jocks?" Sage asked, curiously studying the skimpy garment. "These feel great," Colton replied. Quietly, he added, "And I don't wear `em just for sports, either." Sage giggled, stuffing the jock in his pocket, and standing on his toes to peck Colt on the lips. "Sexy freak." "Sure, Speedo Boy," Colton replied, kissing Sage back. Giving Sage's hand a quick squeeze, Colt lead his friend back downstairs to join the other boys. ========================== To be continued...