Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 23:47:27 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 13 Two 8th Grade boys grew very close over an eventful summer, and their relationship continues to blossom over a Thanksgiving break. 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 = = = = = "Sweet rack," Sage said to his friend Colton, as the 13-year-old boys placed their surfboards into a couple of slots in a series recently added onto the old, Victorian house. "Thanks, dude," Cassie McDonald said stepping out of doorway. "I like my boobs, too," the 13-year old girl added with a mischievous laugh. Sage turned beet red, shaking his head. "You're so mental." "And you're so easy to tease, Speedo Boy," she replied, using the nickname she'd given him at Summer Camp, and ruffling Sage's brunette hair. He'd been letting it grow out, and she liked the look. "If you were any flatter, Gerry Lopez would shape a board called `The Cassie,'" Colton snarked at his cousin. "Suck my dick, Colt," the flame red-headed girl replied, with a smirk and a middle finger. "There's coffee on, if you guys want it." "Ew," Sage said, pulling a face. "It's OK, if you put in a lot sugar and milk," Colton said, unenthusiastically. He hated coffee. "It's gross," Cassie agreed, following the boys around the corner, to a plastic tub, where they rinsed out their wet suits. They'd been shredding double overheads that first morning of Thanksgiving vacation on Catalina Island 30 miles off of the Los Angeles coast, and the surf forecast was more of the same for the rest of the week. Though Sage was only staying with Colton's family for half the school break, he planned to spend every morning the same way: riding glassy waves, then cleansing his palate with his best friend's cock before breakfast. The boys were hanging their wetsuits to dry when Colton's 16-year-old sister, Ashlee, lead a crew of relatives back from an unchallenging beach break, where she'd been teaching the visitors from Holland, and cousins from northern California how to surf. Except for Ashlee, they all wore rental wetsuits, and their bike racks held foam newbie boards. Cassie got their boards sorted out, while aunts, uncles and cousins peeled off their wetsuits to rinse. Sage and Colton's roommates for the week, 10-year-old identical twins Storm and Willem struggled out of their weather-beaten neoprene, muttering frustrations in their native Dutch. For some reason, the rental suits were missing pull strings on the sippers. "Here, guys," Sage said, "Pull each other's zipper's down," he said, reach behind one boy, then the other to pull the back seals open. Then he helped each boy slither out of the sleeves, then torsos and legs. Like most Vannermans, the twins were tall for their age, while Sage trailed his peers in growth, and so the 13-year-old didn't look much older, nor was much taller than the 10-year-olds. "How'd ya do?" Sage said, showing the boys how to dunk and rinse their wetsuits. "It was very cool, Sage!" Storm - or maybe Willem - replied excitedly. "We stood up most of the time," the other twin added, while pulling the backside of his swim suit out from his butt cheeks. "I don't like the way my swimmers get stuck here," he said quietly. His brother had the same problem, and while Sage hung up their neoprene, he told the boys that Colton and he wore nothing under their full suits. If he had to change in public, he'd wear a Speedo, but otherwise, he free-balled in his O'Neill. So did Colton's dad, uncle and cousin. "That's brilliant," Storm replied. "Willem, we should do the same," the boy said to his brother, in his slow, perfect English. As it turned out, the boys - like most of Colton's family - were no strangers to nude beaches, anyway, so they wouldn't mind stripping down in public, if it came to it. Briefly, Sage admired their little European swim suits, the loose hems hanging just a couple of inches below their crotches. They were the kind of leg holes Sage would spend a lot of time staring up, if either boy had been lying down. In the meantime, Storm and Willem's parents were waving the twins toward the outdoor shower enclosure, to rinse off before breakfast. "Fancy joining us, Sage?" Storm whispered, and giggled, making the 13-year-old blush. Before Sage could muster a dignified reply, the long-haired blond boy ran over to his family. "What was that about?"Colton asked, amused. Awkwardly, Sage explained that, while sharing a shower with the twins the night before, the mischievous brothers had almost turned a quick wash-up into a frenzied, 3-way circle jerk. "Those little horn-dogs," Colton marveled, with a chuckle. "They got kinda hand-sy, when I was in Rotterdam, last summer." When they'd wrestled with Colton, the brothers' fingers inevitably found their way to the 13-year-old's groin. "Yeah...so what do we do about it?" "Let's just not encourage them," Colton replied, hanging an arm over his best friend's shoulder, and the middle schoolers sauntered toward breakfast. Back then, in 1992, Catalina Island was sparsely populated, and even more rarely visited over the holidays, so the Vannerman / McDonald clan had all sorts of plans for enjoying the Southern Californian island without any crowds. A large group would ride horses. Others were planning to fish, sail, or hike. Colton made sure that Sage committed to nothing over breakfast, and as soon as the dishes were washed, no one noticed the boys quietly disappearing on their bikes. Sage followed Colton north, on one of the island's many hiking paths. Dipping through canyons and climbing up mesas, Colton lead Sage to a remote footpath that was impassable except on foot. Laying their bikes down, the boys clambered over a heap of stones, then down a trail flanked by coastal scrub and oak, leading to shaded grove, and a stone bench overlooking the sea. "Very secret," Sage remarked. "You take all your boyfriends here?" Colton chuckled. "Yeah, this is where I keep sex farm, dude," the long-haired blond surfer replied, turning to wrap his arms around his best friend. In truth, though Colton was very popular, and a bit more sexually experienced than Sage, he'd never had a friend join the family reunion, much less take a boy to this spot; and definitely, he'd never fallen in love with another boy before. And his heart pounded, while he caressed the brunette's back, and smiled into his guilelessly charming eyes. "Actually, I found this spot on a topiary map, last year," Colton said. In quiet embarrassment, he explained, "the house was full-up, and I...uh...totally needed to beat off. So..." "Mmmmm," Sage replied, stifling his amusement. "I don't suppose Little Colt is happy to be back?" "Little Colt is getting very happy," Colton said, then added wryly, "because you get to pay for teasing him this morning." Sage giggled, wondering what his best friend had in store. His loins rested against Colton's, and the boys held each other by their waists. They were totally relaxed with one another; content, amused, and yet hungry. Sage could feel a hardness rising against his own. "How're you gonna punish me, mister?" Sage asked, in ersatz innocence, while batting his eye lashes. Colton grinned, and reached down to squeeze both of Sage's slender, firm butt cheeks. "I'm going to make your ass very sorry," Colton whispered, barely audible above the sea and the breeze. "I don't think that's possible." Leaning in, Colton kissed Sage, at first delicately and lovingly. The boys' lips separated and returned, like darting fish, until, at last, they sealed. As their loins hardened, and pumped together through thick layers of clothes, Sage and Colton twisted their heads, and their tongues played tag in grottoes of pancake-and-syrup-flavored saliva. While their tongues wrestled, their breathing grew deep, like bellows pumping more iron into their hot, throbbing boy cocks. And lava was surging from their pubescent orbs. Colton fellated Sage's tongue for so long, both boys groaned and thrust together, and finally, Colton pulled away. "OK, you naughty little boy, time to pay the piper," Colton heaved in Sage's ear. "What now, Mister?" Sage asked, in a dramatically sultry voice, happy to join in another of Colton's cosplay narratives, though still choking off a giggle. "Put your hands on your head, naughty boy" Colton replied, his heart pounding and his voice flanged with eager mischief. Standing in front of Colton, Sage laced his fingers behind his straight, light brown hair, and wasn't at all surprised when his friend rubbed the hard bulge in his trousers with a flat hand. Sage sighed, and pushed against Colton's slowly caressing palm. A moment later, Colton unbuttoned and unzipped Sage's jeans, which quickly slid several inches down the boy's slender thighs. Colton pulled them further down, to Sage's knees, exposing the boy's shamelessly half-naked nether regions to the sunny outdoors. At Colton's demand, Sage was still clad in Cassie's pink polk-dotted panties, which the girl had swapped out for Sage's briefs in a prank earlier that morning. It wasn't the first time Sage had been clad in girl undies, and though he found it kind of silly, the skimpy, silky fabric did feel sensual, if confining on his growing loins. Colton, on the other hand, loved Sage in the skimpiest of underwear, and adored the way Sage's quivering rod stretched the front of shamelessly skin-tight, contour-revealing fabric. Sage was so close to naked, and yet not quite. There was just that little bit of mystery shrouding genitals Colton knew so well. Reaching behind Sage, Colton caressed the boy's muscularly slender, satiny bottom with both hands, then gave each little melon a firm squeeze. At the same time, he kissed the moistening front of Sage's panties, where his crown bubbled with clear desire. Colton kissed up and down Sage's length, from knob to nuts, then licked it like pink-speckled candy, making Sage moan. On guard for Sage's hair trigger, Colton merely treated the boy's turgid flesh with the lightest of caresses from a forefinger and his tongue. Mewling and helplessly thrusting his hips, Sage grabbed Colton's long, golden hair, and tried to hump the surfer's lips. "Oh, no, dude," Colton said, with a tick. "Payback's a bitch, and we've only just begun." Sage had teased Colton mercilessly that morning, after they'd been surfing. And Colton was going to make sure his friend's evil returned three-fold, ordering Sage to pull off his trousers. Trying to get his jeans over his high-top sneakers, Sage twisted gracelessly, and fell on his ass, making both boys laugh. As quickly as he could, Sage pulled off his shoes, then jeans, and finally stood up with his hoodie barely covering his quaking, pantie-clad loins, though still wearing tube socks. Colton had already kicked off his own shoes, and stood up to drop his own jeans to his ankles. Sage's eyes widened, while Colton stepped out of his trousers. Sometime after breakfast, Colton had changed out of his slinky little saliva-drenched red briefs, and into one of the fancy, shiny jock straps he wore mostly for soccer, but occasionally for Sage. The skimpy, sky-blue material strained with the rigid boy flesh, pounding out like an angry fist against a soft, sexy doorway. "Mmmmm..."Sage purred, reaching down to gently caress the steamy warmth in its stretchy wrapper. Cupping Colton, he squeezed gently, while meeting the boy's lips with his own. First kissing gently, the boys found communion more passionately. And yet, their tongues had barely begun a frisky tango, when Colton gently pushed Sage back. "We're not done with your punishment, yet, dude," Colton said, slyly, then sat back on the bench. His bare buttocks met the cold slab with a jolt, and Colton jumped up to lay his jeans down as a pad, before sitting down again. Patting his sinewy, naked thighs, Colton smirked at Sage. "Over my knee, you bad little boy." Sage sighed, and shook his head. "Such a perv," he murmured, then lay across Colton's lap. The surfer's diamond hardness pressed into Sage's hip, and Sage rotated his hips, gently grinding against Colton's femoral muscle. But not for long. Colton spread his knees just wide enough that Sage's pulsating prong lurched against nothing more than its girly, polka-dotted straight jacket. There'd be no easy salvation for Sage's martyred meat. Colton feathered his fingers over Sage's solid, yet slender buttocks, toned through competitive swimming. In Cassie's panties, Sage's buns looked like strawberry pastries, begging to be chewed. And they felt so smooth and warm. Soon, they'd feel a lot warmer. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Colton alternated his slaps to Sage's buns, spanking the boy steadily, making his ass jiggle just a little. Neither he nor Sage had ever experienced real corporal punishment, and Colton was only teasing his friend. But his playful spanks slow roasted Sage's bottom, pulling moans and pre-cum out of the boy. "Are you sorry you were a little cocktease, this morning?" Colton asked. "Dude, I'm totally sorry," Sage groaned with frustration, rubbing one hand up and down Colton's lean, hairless, calf, while hugging his friend's thigh with the other. "Can we just...can I just blow you now?" Sage begged. Colton almost caved, but instead, pulled Sage's panties into the boy's ass, giving him a deep and slow wedgie. Then, he reached around to pull the front of Sage's waistband, tugging the scanty material against the boy's swollen, hairless balls. "Uuuuhhh...oooooooohhhhh!" Sage grunted and moaned from the pressure against his scrotum, taint and hole. And then he grunted, as Colton brought down a series of sharp slaps against his exposed bottom. As Sage's buns grew pink, Colton stopped, and gently fondled the boy's warm, tenderized flesh. "Are you a slutty little tease?" Colton asked, as always surprising Sage with his easy potty mouth. "Uh huh," Sage whispered. "Colt, can we -" Spank! "Say it, baby. Tell me you're a little slut." Sage was quivering like Jello, so eager to slide Colton's boyhood into his dick-ravenous mouth, he gave in to Colton's role-play. "I'm a dirty little slut, a total slutty gay slut boy. Please...?" Colton chuckled, caressing Sage's warm little bottom. His middle finger wormed around Sage's anus, through his panties. "What if I do you, dude?" "You want to fuck me?" Sage asked, throatily. Usually, Colton preferred to have Sage plow his ass. But every so often, Colton pitched and Sage was happy to catch. "Uh-huh," Colton replied, still caressing Sage's exposed buns. "I wanna fuck this seriously excellent ass." "Let me get you nice and wet, first," Sage said, and knelt between Colton's legs. With sudden inspiration, he added, "Let me baste that big, juicy drumstick," making both boys giggle. Bending down, Sage kissed Colton's quaking meat through it's soft and stretchy, sky-blue wrapper. His supporter was so tight, Sage could make out the contours of Colton's uncut knob, drooling through the fancy material. At the same time, he wormed a finger under the boy's pouch, into his steamy crevice. While lightly pressing against Colton's wonder hole, Sage licked the boy's length for a few moments, but had little patience for much more teasing. Once the supporter's pouch was soggy with spit, Sage pulled the waistband down, under Colton's puffy, round and hairless sack. It had definitely grown since the boys had first met in the summer, hanging a little further from Colton's three throbbing inches. Though tall for his age, Colton had been a later bloomer, like Sage. His half-dozen newly-emergent pubes were silky, straight, and darker than the boy's blond mane. Sage ran his fingers through Colton's little hairs, and gave the boy's smooth scrotum a loving, familiar squeeze, enthralled by the gelatinous warmth in his palm. At the same time, he dragged his tongue up and back on Colton's slender limb for a few moments, then pierced the knob's foreskin with his tongue. "Gaaaah!" Sage cried, feeling the tip lash his tender prow. Sage used his fingers to unfurl Colton's hood, then sucked on the the tender jewel within, while stroking Colton's length, and squeezing his nuts. "Oooooh, that's it, baby!" Colton gasped. "Cook my carrot!" Sage giggled around his mouthful, then bobbed up and back a few times, while throttling Colton with his cheeks and tongue. Sage left the boy's knob lick down to Colton's delicious nuggets. Firm and pink, and roughly the size and shape of a plumb, Colton's scrotum easily fit in Sage's mouth, and he scrubbed both testicles with his tongue. "Oooooh, yeah, dude!" Colton sighed. "Baste my turnips!" Sage pulled off of Colton's goods, laughing hard, but admonished his friend. "You're gonna have to stop that." "Sorry," Colton giggled. "But you started it." "OK," Sage said, with a smirk. "Let me get back to...uh...cooking your gravy." Colton grinned, amused by Sage's fumbling attempts at dirty talk. With Sage's finger piercing his anus, and the boy sucking his length, it wasn't much longer before Colton's baster was ready to burst. "Baby...uhhhhh....stop...gonna...huuuuuh!" "OK, Colt," Sage replied, drooling precum-seasoned saliva on Colton's left thigh, while caressing the boy's tummy under his hoody. Colton's turgid tool and tight nut bag bounced and glistened in the sparkling morning light, then waved more slowly, as his looming climax receded. "My turn," Colton said, quietly, trading places with Sage on the bench. At Colton's suggestion, Sage got on all fours, while his friend knelt behind him, caressing those slender, polka-dot panty-packing globes. Borders of creamy skin began just beyond Sage's leg elastics, delineating the flesh covered year round by the Speedo he wore for swim work-outs. Beyond that, his skin had been bronze in the summer, but now, was a darker shade of vanilla. Colton slid his fingers inside the snug leg holes, tickling the soft, smooth skin covering Sage's firm, butt muscles. Then, he pulled the waistband down in back, unveiling the boy's hidden valley. Caressing Sage's smooth, ivory grapefruit with his palms, Colton pulled them apart, revealing the boy's clenching starfish. Dragging his tongue up one bun wall, then down the other, Colton tasted sea-brined skin, fresh as the morning tide. Feeling the warm, wet tongue sponging every bit of his inner buttocks, Sage's breath grew deep and labored. But when Colton's tongue tip traveled from the top of his crevice, down to his perineum, all along the valley floor, Sage moaned, and his balls cinched inward. Colton's tongue circled his drain, and his whole body quivered. `Gaaaauuuuuuuuh Coooolt!" Feeling Sage trembling, Colton slowly savored the boy's anus, licking and kissing and slowly opening it with his Frenching mouth. At the same time, his index finger and thumb gently journeyed between Sage's slender thighs, and up either side of his pounding boyhood. Colton wanted to linger on the rubbery steel pulsating against soaked, stretching panties. But Sage was on the cusp, and Colton released the boy from his finger tips, and pulled his mouth out of Sage's spice bucket. "Just a sec, Sage," Colton whispered, getting up to reach into his backpack. Rifling around, he pulled out a bottle of mineral oil. Slicking up his hands, and rubbing them together to warm up the viscous fluid, Colton liberally greased Sage's tight little rosebud. Gently, but firmly, he rubbed circles around the warm little ring, until he popped in first one finger, then a second. Slowly, he finger fucked Sage, careful not to penetrate too deeply, lest he ring the boy's bell. At the same time, Colton used his other fingers to lubricate himself, stroking in time with with his impaling thrusts. The gentle squelching sounds, enhanced by Colton's foreskin, were almost too arousing for Sage. "Hurry, Colt," Sage muttered. "Put it in me!" Parting Sage's buns with his slippery fingers, Colton lined his lurching love gun at his friend's tender tunnel. But pushing in, his cock skated up the crease, then down. After a couple of attempts, Colton guided himself manually, though still spreading one of Sage's butt cheeks open with his spare hand. Sage groaned, while he was slowly penetrated by Colton's knob. The blond waited a moment for Sage to relax around his shaft. "Go on, Colt," Sage huffed through gritting teeth. "Fill me up!" Leaning forward, and sliding in, Colton grunted mischievously, "Gonna stuff you like a turkey!" Despite the glorious pressure against his prostate, and his throbbing ring of fire, Sage laughed so hard, his anus rhythmically squeezed Colton like a vice. It was also a mood breaker that threatened his erection. "You. Have. Got. To. Stop!" Sage said, still chuckling. It took both boys a moment to recover, and Sage had to fluff his hardness back, rubbing himself through his panties. Gently rocking back and forth, Colton pulled his cock almost all the way out, then pushed back in. His breathing grew heavy, as he delighted in the itchy tickles flaring up and down his cock from the hot gasket polishing his pulsating pubescence. He couldn't imagine anything so sweet and tight as Sage's sphincter. "Yeah, dude!" Sage muttered. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder." Colton's hips pumped with fast micro-thrusts, while he was careful not to pull out too far, but always burrowing deep. Every time he plowed across Sage's prostate, the boy felt a burst of plasmatic pleasure erupt in his bowels and balls. And his his tender, circumcised cock head raked across his tight little panties. The friction on his diamond hard, drooling knob was ferocious, and the pressure pounded in his tightening sack. Oh fuck! Sage's balls were now glowing like a furnace, and he was gulping air, while Colton plowed him hard and fast, and the drumming sound of fleshy slaps mixed with gasps and cries. Sage's moans suddenly changed in pitch, piping out as quick as machine gun fire, and then he squealed, while his nuts convulsed. Spurt after spurt of hot, itchy, gooey fire bloomed out of Sage, flooding his little panties. He'd already cum earlier that morning, and yet he wet himself with a load that a bigger boy would envy. At the same time, his anus clamped Colton's rod with every burst, so tight the blond could barely push or pull, until Sage's cock pulsed drily, and the boy huffed with dizziness. Colton leaned down, and wrapped his arms around his best friend, hugging him tenderly, while his cock simmered inside Sage. Kissing Sage's shoulder, he felt so much love for his friend, it almost hurt. "Whoah, dude," Sage gasped, his slender chest rising and falling. Though his extremities were numb, he still felt Colton's pulse-pounding penis impaling him. He gave it a gentle squeeze with his sore anus, and Colton responded by flexing inside Sage. "Keep going, Colt," Sage raggedly whispered. "Cum in me, baby." Colton asked if they could climb around, so they could kiss. After a delicate undocking, Sage lay on his back on the the bench, and pulled his legs to his torso, with feet well behind his head. Colton grinned, admiring his friend's sinewy thighs and calves, and how Sage's legs lay flat like a diver in a pike position. Sage's panties bit into this thighs, just below perfect half moons, still pink from being tenderized. His passage back into Sage's hot meaty grotto was swift and electric. Both boys moaned, and Colton leaned forward, letting his lips alight on Sage's like a butterfly on rosy petals. Sealed at both ends, warmth washed across both boys, and their lips gently sucked and nibbled. Their tongues danced for a long moment, and then Colton rose up, with Sage's feet over his shoulders. Holding Sage by the thighs, he pumped slowly, thrusting in and pulling out, letting that rubbery ring tingle up and down his painful hardness. Sage moaned, and Colton pumped a little faster, then noticed his friend still tented the front of his sopping undies. Colton paused for a moment, to pull down the front of Sage's waistband and tuck it under his tightly straining, hairless sack. Sage's junk glistened with slightly milky syrup, thin but sticky to Colton's touch. Holding the throbbing, 4-inch rod in a full fist, Colton resumed pounding Sage's ass, while stroking him with the same cadence. Pump/stroke, pump/stroke, pump/stroke. Colton tried to keep a steady pace, but his balls ached to be drained, and he started thrusting faster, savaging Sage's hole. In and out he plunged, pillaging Sage's prostate once again. "Uuuuh! Uuuuh! Uuuuh! Yeeeerrrrrrr Soooooo Tiiight!" Colton grunted, once slamming so hard into Sage's bottom that the boy's leg fell off his shoulder. But just as quickly, Sage rested his foot on Colton's buttocks, and Colton rearranged both legs inside his arms. Sage pulled him in with his calves. The waistband of his Colton's jock strap dug furiously into his taint with every thrust. It was a secret delight he'd shared with Sage: sometimes he even wrapped rubber bands or a bandana around his cock and under his balls, to grip on his perineum while he masturbated. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" Sage urged Colton, then his word became moans. Colton's high-pitched grunts grew louder, and his slender pelvis slammed into Sage's buns like a pile driver. Muscles pulled from his anus, contracting his nuts. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum dude! Gonna cum!" "Cum in me, baby! Cum in me!" "AAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh!!!!" It felt like a bullet train burst out of Colton's cock, as the first jet flared, fighting through the waistband pressure against Colton's taint, before exploding into Sage's bowels. And then another train followed, seeming to pull all of Colton's guts with it. And then another, and he squeezed and it felt like he was collapsing inside out. Slam, slam, slamming, pumping as deeply as he could, even as the rest of his detonations were dry heaves. Just as he was slowing, Sage wrapped his fingers around Colton's hand, to rub his cock in a frenzy. His prostate was squeezed between Colton's still swollen boyhood, and the panties bunched against his perineum, and muscles rippled around his root. "UUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUH! UUUUH!" Sage wailed, and a watery jet squirted out, onto his hoodie, followed by a tinier one, and then his cock drooled as it labored to eject anything left in him. It tingled and hurt, and he grit his teeth, while his spasms died away. Sage must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing he knew, Colton was no longer inside him, but lying on top, cuddling and kissing. Sage's feet were back on the ground, and his legs spread widely. "Hoooooly fuuuuuuck," Sage murmured, panting. Every nerve in his body was raw and tingled. When Colton shifted a little, Sage winced and shivered. The boys kissed softly, lovingly, adoring one another. Sage felt cum trickling out of his ass, and realized it was drooling on Colton's jeans, their make-shift bench cover. "We better get up," Sage whispered, explaining the situation. As the boys staggered to their feet, they discovered they'd also made a mess of their hoodies, and giggled at their situation. "I guess we better ride around for a while, 'til our stuff dries," Colton suggested, while pulling on his jeans. Sage pulled his panties back in place, grimacing as he felt them soaked in front and back. "I don't think Cassie'll want these back." "Yeah, I don't think she'll want them anywhere near her...pumpkin pie," Colton replied, with a burst of laughter. "You're not gonna stop, are you?" Sage said, with a groan. "Not if you still want to mash my potatoes," Colton replied, cracking himself up. For the next couple of days, Sage and Colton managed to sneak away to their secret place, a couple of times a day. Most of the time, their forays were quick and urgent, if tender. But were there time, they'd savage each other's bottoms, eating and fucking to exhaustion. Yet on Tuesday, the day before he was to return to the mainland, and join his own family for Thanksgiving, circumstances widened Sage's encounters beyond the boy he loved. The weather was typically crisp and clear, but no breezes had kicked up in a day or so, and it was unseasonably warm. With calm air, there was no afternoon chop, and the Vannerman / McDonald family could surf all day. The10-year-old Dutch twins, Storm and Willem, had become really enthusiastic surfers, and after lunch, begged to go back in. The adults and teens wanted a to do other things, before paddling out for the sunset swell. Taking pity on the guys, Sage volunteered to watch them at a nearby point break that wouldn't be too challenging for the beginners. "You're such a softy," Colton chuckled, telling his friend he'd come, too, and Ashlee said she'd join them, as well. But before the group could set out, Colton's mom asked her kids to help her fold towels and sheets. Groaning, they agreed, and promised Sage they'd meet up later. Sage and the younger boys biked to the beach. Like most of Catalina Island's coast at that time of year, it was deserted, and the only sounds came from birds, and glassy blue waves slowly rolling in. Sage only brought a beach chair and a book, and set himself up, while the twins stripped off their clothes, and pulled on their full wet suits. Consciously, Sage kept his eyes away from the slender little brothers, girlishly cute with their long blond hair in bowl cuts, and bearing typically soft, Vannerman features. While the twins paddled out, Sage settled in. Starting to sweat, he stripped off his t-shirt. Even so, after a while, he was cooking in his jeans. Though he didn't share the same body shame as most American boys, Sage looked around to make sure the beach was still deserted, before stripping off his trousers. Stupid as it was, some people took offense to older boys hanging out in their underwear. The twins were catching some nice 3-footers, riding their starter boards with confidence, and Sage sat back, burying himself in "Dune." He didn't know how much time had passed when Sage heard panicked squalling. Looking up, he saw one of the twins riding a left, while his brother's board summersaulted in to shore, ultimately coming to rest against rocks. The boy who'd wiped out was bobbing way outside, struggling to swim in. But he was fighting against a rip tide. Running to the water line, Sage cupped his mouth and yelled "Swim that way!" He pointed parallel to the shore. But the boy was panicked, or didn't hear, and flailed away. The twin riding in was oblivious to the scene, so Sage threw off his sunglasses, grabbed the errant board off the rocks, and pushed out against the waves. The air may have been unusually warm, but the Pacific was November-cold, making Sage groan as the waves lashed shrilly across his all but naked body. His snug, white briefs were half pulled across his ass by the time he paddled out to the stranded boy. Thankfully buoyed by his wetsuit, the kid was exhausted, and almost a quarter mile off shore. It turned out to be Storm, crying in fatigued and helpless terror. "No worries, dude," Sage said, then yelped as he slipped into the 55-degree water. With basic lifeguard skills, he wrestled Storm onto the board, then clambered on top of the boy. While Storm gasped and wept, Sage calmly paddled in, murmuring reassurance. Sage was shivering by the time he coasted in, body-board style. Follicles that wouldn't grow hair for a few years prickled across his body with goose bumps, and he was just glad for the warmth of the neoprene-wrapped boy beneath him. Storm's terror had washed away, and he almost melted, comforted by the young teen lying on top of him, and between his legs. "OK-K-K. You-ou-ou're s-s-safe, dude," Sage gasped, through chattering teeth. He was so cold, his genitals had compacted into a wad the size of a golf ball. "Dude, you fucking rock!" Colton's sister Ashlee said, wrapping a towel over Sage's shoulders. Not for the first time, she was impressed by Sage's calm, instinctive mettle, and self-consciously, she pulled her eyes away from the drenched-translucence of Sage's skin-hugging tighty-whities. If he were just a few years older, and remotely straight...Oh well, she thought. "What happened?" Colton asked. It turned out that the Velcro on Storm's rental board leash was so old and frayed, it peeled right off the boy's ankle when he wiped out, leaving the boy floundering as he was pulled out to sea. The group cut the session short, and while Sage and the twins pulled on their clothes, Ashlee explained to Storm and Willem how to break out of a rip current. "Always swim parallel to the coast. You'll break out of the current. Swim against it, and you'll never make it to shore. You'll tire out and drown." Word of Sage's rescue spread quickly, and for the rest of the day, he couldn't escape people asking for him to retell the story. Likewise, Storm and Willem attached themselves to their new hero, and the only privacy he got was when he used the toilet. Given that Sage would be leaving for home the next day, all of the holiday guests wanted time with him at the after-dinner bonfire, as well. It was a good thing he and Colton had gotten in a passionate - if expeditious - moment together that morning, since they'd be catching chaste z's with their little roommates, and got in only the briefest of kisses after brushing their teeth. Bone-tired, Sage fell asleep almost the moment his head hit his pillow. And his odd dreams of bicycling across waves washed away, as he woke up to a familiar sensation, hours later. Someone was caressing his erection in his underpants. "Colt," he murmured, with a quiet sigh. "Nee, Meneer Arsenault," a quiet little voice giggled in his ear. "It's Storm." The boy paused, and added with amusement, "Does my cousin do naughty things to you?" "Storm," Sage whispered, avoiding the question, "What are you doing?" "Thanking you for saving my life," the boy replied, lips parting Sage's hair, resting in the teen's ear. "You don't have to," Sage quietly replied, with little conviction.

"I want to," Storm replied squeezing Sage's hardness, then tickling his nuts. "But your clothes are...very tight." Sage arched up his rump and thighs, and pushed his long johns and briefs down to his knees, then lay back. What Storm lacked in technique, he made up for with exuberance. He alternated buffing Sage quickly, with very long, lingering and appreciative strokes. He stopped for a moment, to roll Sage's nuts around, murmuring with delighted awe. Then, he resumed masturbating the 13-year-old. Storm tried to rub Sage's knob directly, but the older boy stopped the 10-year-old, explaining it was too sensitive. Puling Storm's index finger and thumb into his mouth, Sage sucked on them gently, and suggestively in a way the boy couldn't identify, but that still made him sigh. Then Sage guided the boy's two fingers around his glans for a few moments. But by then, his nuts were frothing, and Sage whispered for Storm to simply pull him off. And the little blond boy was more than happy to, pounding Sage vigorously, polishing his shaft with electric tickles that quickly flared in the 13-year-old's nuts. Flipping the bedding down, Sage barely had time to pull up his thermal undershirt before his cock erupted, bursting with a long jet of thin, yet slightly milky juice that reached his chest. Then another landed on his firm tummy. Storm gasped with wonder, still rubbing, milking every last pulse out of Sage, and kept going until the older boy had to stop him. While Sage caught his breath, Storm's little lips whispered in his ear, "Did you make...?" "Sperm," Sage quietly huffed and nodded. "Yeah dude, I just shot sperm." Curious and uninhibited, Storm dragged a finger through a glistening pool, and held it up to his nose. He sniffed, then touched it to his tongue. Sage studied his reaction, and was surprised when Storm licked his finger clean with a smile. "You liked that?" Sage asked, pulling his undershirt down, to mop up the rest, while wrestling up the rest of clothes. "It is salty, like...uh...mosselen? You know? Clam, I think?" Sage smiled at the adventurous youngster, then glided his fingers along the boy's heart shaped jaw. Combing his fingers through Storm's collar-length blond hair, he stared into the boy's eyes. Even in the room's late-hour gloom, he could see they were azure blue, like Colton's, and the boy's pert lips were made for kissing. Without another thought, he brought his lips to Storm's. The boy didn't pull back, but offered up the innocent kiss one gave family. "Would you like to learn how big boys kiss?" Sage whispered, and Storm eagerly nodded. "Ja." For a host of reasons, Sage had none of the compunction he'd had teaching his own little brother how to make out. And Storm was an eager student. In minutes, his tongue was wrestling and dancing with Sage's, while the middle schooler's hand caressed down the boy's tummy, to the front of his pajamas. Sage dragged his palm back and forth across an expected hardness. Storm moaned in Sage's mouth, and the older boy quickly dragged his lips to Storm's ear. "You have to be very quiet, OK?" "I'm sorry," Storm quietly replied. "It feels so good when you touch it." "I'm going to do a lot more to it, so pull a pillow over your head, if you have to." Storm giggled, wondering what would happen next. He soon found out, as Sage's lips found his, and the older boy unbuttoned Storm's pajamas. In the middle of the triangular opening, Sage found Storm's engorged boyhood tenting his very snug and thin little briefs. The boy's steamy heat radiated through the skimpy fabric, almost like it were a second skin. He could feel every contour of his small length, and then the boy's tight little ball lump. Storm shivered, and consciously cut off a moan, as Sage slowly stroked his length through his undies. His young cock was warm and smooth and soft and hard at the same time. After a time, Storm forgot to return Sage's kisses, and the older boy simply rubbed his face against the Storm's, in feline appreciation. When the boy's hips began to grind to meet Sage's stroking, he stopped teasing Storm. "Please don't stop, Sage!" Storm whispered with desperation. "Hold on a sec, dude. This is'll be even better." Storm was mystified when Sage disappeared under the covers, then relieved when he felt his pajamas and underpants being pulled to his ankles. Sage's fingers feathered up the inside of soft boy legs, and in between his thighs. Sage bent up the boy's knees, until Storm's heels were almost against his naked buns, and spread them, then knelt below the 10-year-old. Sage's fingers tickled inside the younger boy's thighs, and Storm had to fight both a building squeal, and defensively scissoring his legs together. He followed Sage's advice, and pulled the pillow over his face. It was a good thing he did, because the next thing Storm felt was his foreskin pushing and pulling steadily over his tender little knob, while his barely visible balls were tickled with butterfly caresses. Even with his lips tightly sealed, his pillow-muffled whimpers were almost audible. And then he couldn't contain his moan. His unpeeled head was suddenly submerged in warm wetness. It was like a bath, but with soft, buttery muscles moving back and forth. Sage was sucking on his lul! Oh, he never knew anything could feel like Sage's lips moving back and forth on his tip. But then! Sage's tongue, washed around him, and Storm rigid body shook. Sage slid all of Storm's two inches into his moth, and rhythmically squeezed its length with his cheeks and tongue, then moved his head back and forth on the boy's tiny length. After a few moments, Sage stroked Storm with his finger tips, while sucking on the boy's testicular lump, tickling each half-buried marble through the smooth, tight skin. Sage soon had the boy's hips rocking, and he knew it wouldn't take much more to push Storm over the edge. Sealing his lips once more around Storm's knob, Sage throttled him with his cheeks and tongue, sucking hard and bobbing quickly. Storm's hips bucked upward, and a choked-off cry burrowed out of the pillow. Sage felt Storm's little boyhood kicking in his mouth, as the muscles around its root and nuts rippled across his lips. Though Storm's hips lowered to the mattress, they still thrust slightly with each fading twitch in Sage's mouth. He held Storm loosely on his tongue, until the boy's spasms died away. Sage pulled Storm's clothes back in place, then crawled up next to the boy, who pulled his head out from under the pillow. "You...you...sucked on it!" Storm whispered in awe, only now realizing there was a reality behind schoolboy insults. Sage pulled the bedding back in place, while Storm lay on his side to face the older boy. "Yeah, I gave you a blowjob, Storm," Sage whispered. Suddenly, Sage grew worried. Maybe he'd gone too far. "Was that...alright?" "It was...beautiful! Wonderful! I loved it!" "I'm glad," Sage replied, wrapping and arm around the boy, and hugging Storm's head to his chest. "But let's keep it between us, OK?" "I want to try it with Willem," Storm replied. "That's cool. Just, don't tell anybody else where you learned how." "Do you and Colton give each other...blow jobs?" 
"As often as we can," Sage answered, with a chuckle, kissing the top of Storm's head. The little Dutch kid really was adorable. Storm returned the hug, and caressed Sage's tummy. "My parents say you are Colton's boyfriend. That you are both homosexual," Storm said, pronouncing the last word a little strangely. "Yeah, that's right, dude. I hope that's OK." "Everything you do is OK, Sage." The 13-year-old smiled. With his arm around Storm, he slid his fingers into the boy's pajamas and underpants, tenderly cupping his soft little buttocks. Knowing it was Colton's turn to wake up everyone for dawn patrol surfing, and that no one else would find the younger boy in his bed, Sage gave Storm one last, affectionate kiss, and urged him to go to sleep. For once, his sleep was strangely dreamless, and so deep it took Colton shaking his shoulder to awaken Sage. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, he noticed Storm sleepily climbing back into his own bed, before Sage got up in the pale blue pre-dawn light. Colton followed Sage to the bathroom to pee. While both boys bent their morning wood to force out streams in the same bowl, Colton asked if his cousin had a crush going on with his savior. "A little bit, I guess," Sage replied, looking down as he blushed. "Ferris Bueller, you're my hero," Colton replied, teasingly, quoting a popular movie. Shaking off, he chuckled as Sage scowled with annoyance. Sage would fill Colton in on his dalliance, but it could wait until after they caught the morning swell. Definitely before he left on the ferry, and maybe right after he'd sucked Colton dry. ========================== To be continued...