Date: Wed, 07 Sep 2022 05:21:06 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | Part 18 It's the cusp of 9th Grade, and Sage and Colton spend a week of their second summer together on the Arsenault family's annual trip to a music festival, where they'll be minding a couple of 10-year-olds. If you like this work of utter fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = "Gentlemen. Lina's running late. She had to take Shemp to the hospital, so we're switching around transportation," Phil Arsenault said, striding briskly over to the family's shiny Airstream camper, where his 14-year-old son Sage was helping his best friend Colton load coolers, music equipment and duffel bags. "You guys will be riding in the Stooge Wagon with Lina and Heather," Phil explained, ruffling Colton's long, shoulder-length blond hair. He'd grown very fond of the Ventura County surfer boy, over the last year. Colton's chance acquaintance with Sage at a camp the previous summer had not only resulted in more than a best friend for his son, but a great addition to the household, every few days. "What happened to Shemp?" Sage called out in alarm from inside the camper. "He got stung by a bee, and he's allergic," Phil replied, though obviously not concerned. "Lina just called from the hospital, and he's gonna be fine." Unfortunately, in 1993, that meant calling from a payphone at the hospital to the Arsenaults' home. Back then, only the very wealthy and the government had mobile phones. So, someone would have to stay at the Arsenault home and monitor the landline, in case Lina called with any new information. On the road, Phil would pull over every hour and check in with Sage. Phil glanced inside the Airstream, surveying the well-packed cargo, and smiled with satisfaction. "Great job guys. Thanks a bunch. Go eat something." As Sage's dad walked back to the house, Colton screwed up his face in curiosity. "Shemp? The Stooge Wagon?" Sage grinned. "Shemp's our nick-name for Spencer - the kid we're taking care of." As the boys walked back to the house, Sage explained. "It's an inside joke. When Lina started dating Maurice, she called him `Moe.' So he started calling her `Larry,' like in the Three Stooges? Anyway, they got married, and had Spencer, but friends started calling him `Shemp. After the divorce, Lina kept the Stooge Wagon." "Wait - after the divorce, the kid still got stuck with the worst Stooge's name?" Sage stopped in his tracks. "Dude," he said, turning to face Colton gravely. He slapped a single finger down on a palm, counting. "One: it's just family using that name, and he doesn't care anyways, because -- " Sage slapped two fingers against his palm, "Two: Shemp is the best Stooge." "Are you out of your mind, Sage?" Colton gasped, and launched into a protracted screed about the superiority of Curly to Shemp, even imitating the bald, original third member of the oldie comedy trio. Sage returned fire, debating the superiority of Curly's successor. By the time the boys got to the kitchen to eat mid-morning snacks, they'd both come to only one agreement: the title of Worst Stooge was a toss-up between Joe and Curly Joe. Just then, Becky, Sage's 16-year-old sister, rushed into the kitchen, wearing her restaurant server uniform. "Where're Mom and Dad?" She asked, giving Colton a longer glance than usual. That little kid was gonna be a total stud, in a couple of years. Her brother had struck solid fucking gold. "Out in the garage, fixing one of Mom's guitar pickups," Sage replied, with a mouthful of peach. "Naturally," she said, with a note of sarcasm. Standing in front of her little brother, she briefly dragged her fingers though Sage's brunette hair, now almost as long as Colton's. She had to admit, it looked good on him. "Have fun with the hippies, Jellybean" Becky said, using their family nickname for Sage. She gave her brother a kiss on the cheek, and then a tight hug. "Don't run away with a drumming circle." Despite her gruff exterior, she adored her brother. She was relieved to be old enough to get out of the Mendocino Fire Festival, because she had a job. Even if the neighbors would be spying on behalf of her parents, she'd still sneak her boyfriend and a couple of other friends over. Little did she know, but her parents anticipated exactly that. Their first multiple-day absence was part of her growing up, and they trusted Becky not to burn down the house. At the same, they weren't bereaving her absence from a festival she'd come to mock. "See ya, bro," Rachel said to Colton, leaning down to give the boy a kiss and a hug. Damn, but this kid gave her the worst thoughts. When Rachel left through the garage door, Sage felt a twinge of sadness. For as long as he could remember, Rachel, Harper and he had loved running around the Fire Festival, getting body painted, helping build sculptures, dancing and doing yoga. But a couple of years ago, she soured on the event, as well as similar gatherings, not even hiding her distaste. Why did things have to change?? Not much later, Phil was yelling for Harper, sending Sage's younger brother out to the SUV. "Lina and Heather will be here in a couple of hours," Phil said, telling the boys that Alice, Harper and he needed to hit the trail immediately, if they were to meet up with the rest of the band at their campsite. "You guys will probably be staying in a motel for the night." Phil hugged Sage, then Colton. His arms came away dripping with boy sweat, and he told them to shower, before Lina and her family arrived. Slinging his arm over Sage's shoulder, Colton watched through a window, as the Arsenaults' SUV pull away, towing the shiny Airstream behind. "Is it always this hectic when your mom's band goes on tour?" Colton asked, rhetorically. Sage chuckled. Normally, the band only played a couple of times a year, at local bars, and Colton knew it. The "tour," as such, was a series of 4 shows, starting with a small stage at the Fire Festival. As a professor at Caltech, Alice typically taught in the summer, then had a couple of weeks off to spend with the family, before prepping for the fall schedule. This year, though, she was taking a sabbatical, and the band would play some northern California venues. Sage turned and nibbled on Colton's ear-lobe, making the boy squirm a little. "So, we've got a couple of hours to kill," Sage whispered. "What'dya want to do until the Stooge Wagon gets here?" Colton stared deeply into Sage's eyes, then leaned in for a long and lingering kiss. At the same time, his arm slid from Sage's shoulders, down to the boy's waist. Caressing Sage's bum through his sweat-soaked shorts, Colton whispered, "Whatever we do, let's hit the pool, first." Sage lead Colton by the hand out the back door, to the sun-baked swimming pool deck, surrounded by a succulents. The cloudless August sky was merciless in Burbank, and the hot, still air was smoggier than usual. Colton lifted the hem of Sage's soaked t-shirt, and Sage raised his arms, letting the boy it off, while kicking off his shoes. Sweat seemed to pour from the brunette's sinewy, hairless arm pits, down his slender ribs, soaking into Sage's baggy nylon shorts. Colton tenderly caressed Sage's nipples, hardening them despite the arid heat. Then, his fingers slid down Sage's slender, well-toned abs, and Colton relished the boy's soft, wet skin, before peeling open Sage's elastic waistband, to let the shorts drop. Dragging moistly down Sage's legs, his shorts stopped in a clump at his knees, and the boy reached to push them down to his ankles, and kick them off. Standing in the blazing sunshine, clad only in striped tube socks and clingy, skimpy, sweat-drenched, white briefs, Sage took Colton's breath away. Tanned from year-round swim practice, the lithe, yet muscular boy's skin contrasted against Sage's tighty whities like caramel sauce dripping down vanilla ice cream. A baton partially pressed out the front, growing against the snugly gripping fabric. The cotton was so wet, Colton could make out the details of Sage's circumcised head, begging to be released. Biting his lower lip, Colton kicked off his own sneakers, while brushing his fingers along the the quivering flesh unfolding in Sage's undies. In moments, he was palming rigid desire, straining against his hand through soft, damp fabric. Sage shivered and sighed. "My turn," Sage said, peeling Colton's t-shirt off. Like Sage, the surfer boy was lean, and fibrous. But soccer and surfing had chiseled an oval of abs different from Sage's onto the boy's slender torso. The brunette caressed Colton's hips, then unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's sweaty canvass shorts. They dropped to his ankles with no help, and Colton stepped out of them like a golden seraph shedding a celestial placenta. Beholding Colton under the open sky, Sage sucked in his breath. Over the past year, Sage had seen every naked inch of Colton countless times, and yet every time thrilled him to the core. Colton's corded calves were mostly hidden in striped tube socks. But his lean and ropey thighs were completely uncovered, all the way to his slender hips. As usual, he'd dressed for Sage's eyes only, in one of his fancy, satiny blue jockstraps. It had taken a while, but Sage was coming to appreciate Colton's underwear kinks, and he had to admit, the sexy beach stud's turgid boyhood looked like mouthwatering candy, stretching its impossibly tight bindings with rhythmic thumps. Sage wrapped his fingers around Colton's rock hard bulge through the juicy, slippery fabric, and firmly squeezed a moan out of the blond. Then, clasping Colton more lightly, he stroked the boy's length with his full fist. Though blooming even later than Sage, 14-year-old Colton was finally entering puberty, and Sage was sure his friend's cock was an inch bigger than a year before. Dropping to his knees, Sage kissed up and down Colton's tightly sheathed hardness. A rich fragrance of fresh groin sweat intoxicated Sage with need, and he ran his tongue up and down the salt-tangy, throbbing jock meat. Colton groaned, and ground his teeth, mad with desire. Because they'd needed to get up early, and despite a week apart, Sage and he had had only had the most perfunctory sex the night before, jerking each other off while kissing ferociously. But now, Colton needed the deep, intimacies only Sage could bring through prolonged patience, and he encouraged his boyfriend with sighs, and slowly combed his fingers through Sage's long, shiny hair. Colton loved tormenting Sage, and Sage was just as happy to tease the hell out of the surfer, glacially probing the boy's pounding meat with just the tip of his tongue. Sage could feel every contour through the stretchy fabric, already familiar with every inch through feeling alone. And his own cock ached in a rigidly pulsating mirror of Colton's needful hardness, stretching his snug briefs like the prow of a cotton canoe. Using his whole tongue, Sage licked Colton's quaking confection like an ice cream bar. Then he alternated with loving kisses from Colton's base to his knob and back, before licking it all over again. The sweat-soaked supporter was now saturated with saliva. And the delicate, moist friction was having its effect. Sage's patient, attentive teasing had bested his friend's failing stoicism. Starting to tremble, Colton pled for Sage to suck it "for real." Fighting back his laughter, Sage toyed with Colton a little longer. Tickling the boy's jock compressed testicles with his fingertips, Sage lingered, suckling on Colton's knob through the smooth, stretchy cloth. "Saaaage!" Colton whimpered, while his friend started swabbing his supporter-strangled snorkel with his tongue again. Colton couldn't take any more teasing. Pulling his fingers from Sage's rich, walnut mane, Colton dropped to his knees, pressing them against Sage's. Taking Sage's face gently with both hands, Colton leaned in and sealed his lips to his boyfriend's. The touch was always electric, and both boys moaned into one another's mouth. Turning their heads to and fro, they sucked on each other's lips, then let their tongues dance. All the while, their fingers traced arabesques around each other's backs. Colton slid his lips from Sage's, up to the boy's ear. "I love you so much, babe," Colton whispered. It was true. His heart always burst with devotion for Sage. At the same time, his cock was also bursting, though with animalistic ardor, and he gently pushed Sage onto his back on the pool deck. Sage's legs unfolded, and since he could practically read Colton's mind, he spread his thighs apart. Colton grinned, and lowered himself onto Sage, pressing his hardness against his friend's. Two young, long-haired adolescent boys lay upon one another, under the burning California sun, where anyone could see. Well, anyone in a helicopter, or peering over the backyard fence. Still, Colton's pale, steely bottom, framed with supporter leg straps, was sky clad, beckoning, and Sage's fingers found his buns. "Mmmmm. I love your sexy ass, dude," Sage murmured, squeezing both cheeks firmly, then gave one a sharp spank. "Such a rad ass." "I love your dick, baby," Colton quietly replied, pressing his cock into Sage's. "And I love your nose," he added, kissing the tip of Sage's pert little schnoz. "And I love your ears," Colton said, kissing one of the boy's lobes, while grinding his turgid tool even harder into Sage's. "And I just love the fuck out of you." Colton didn't wait for a verbal reply. Instead, he kissed it out of Sage. Their tongues snaked and twined, and they sucked the breath out of one another. Colton's hips had started rocking. His pale ass rose a couple of inches, and plunged, pressing and rubbing his cock into Sage's cotton-clad groin. At first slowly, they ground together like a train wheels, starting out a long journey on steel rails, and gently, they picked up speed. Two pubescent prongs steadily rubbed together, lovers separated by thin layers of fabric, denied actual touch. And that frustration begat more friction. Sage and Colton concentrated on their steady grinding, faces resting against each other, sighing and breathing more heavily. Sage thrust upward, pressing the throbbing front of his underpants to meet Colton's jock-strap trapped hardness on its descent. "Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhh," Sage gasped, humping steadily, grinding his cock against Colton's. "Nnnng...Ngggg...Nggg!" Colton grunted. "You're...So...HARD!" Of all the ways the boys pleasured each other, this was one of their favorites. Chest to chest, and groin against groin, they dragged sparkling tickles through each others' flesh in a circuit of itching rapture. Sighing and moaning into each other's ears. Love swollen hearts pounding blood swollen meat. Thrusting again and again. Steady as clockwork. Sage had been gently fondling Colton's slender, yet muscular buns, occasionally snapping the boy's jock elastics. But he tightened his grip on the surfer's flexing globes, while his breath grew ragged, and he pulled himself harder into Colton. It was a wonder he'd held out as long as this. Though he'd been gaining better control over his quick shooter with a year's steady practice with Colton, he was always the first to finish. His small, still naturally hairless sack tightened, and he could feel the pressure building. Colton knew the signs, and hooked an arm under Sage's shoulder for leverage. At the same time, he rolled them both over, until he was on his back, and Sage was on top. Sage smiled with a jaw slack from panting, and rapturously glazed eyes, and planted his knees in the stone work. The brief pause only held Sage's climax at bay for a moment, and the boy plowed into Colton hard and fast. While Sage pumped him savagely, Colton reached behind this friend, and pulled Sage's leg elastics up in a brutal wedgie. He only stopped when he heard fabric tearing. Sage's eyes flew open, and he groaned from the rough pressure in his canyon, and against his perineum. "Cum...for...me...baby!" Colton gasped, sharply spanking one of Sage's now bare buns with one hand. With his other middle finger, he caressed deeply into Sage's crevice, and rubbed the boy's tender hole through his ruined underpants. "OOOH! OOOOH!" Sage cried out, as his pubescent nuts contracted. Rippling, itchy fire flared out of his enraged boyhood, and he bucked hard into Colton. He barely pulled back when he was overwhelmed with another spank, more tickling against his anus, and the pressure of his underwear against his taint. He drove back in, flooding his briefs again and again. Stars were bursting in his head, and for a moment, he lost all sense of who he was, or where he was. Sage collapsed in a sweaty heap onto Colton, half-conscious, and barely registering the stabbing flesh pressing into his groin with urgent need from below. Colton caressed Sage for a few moments, then carefully shimmied out from under the boy. A moment later, he carefully levered Sage's torso up from the deck, and slid a chair cushion under Sage's chest, then another under Sage's thighs and lap. Spreading Sage's legs, Colton knelt between them, and rubbed his fingers up and down the boy's slender, sweat-drenched back. Sage's ass, cleaved apart by bright white underpants bunched up around his waist, beckoned Colton's finger tips to gently knead his muscular, round little buns. Sage sighed, then mumbled, "Let me suck you off, Colt." Before Sage could roll over, Colton carefully lay on top of his best friend - his love, his boyfriend - slotting his raging hardness between Sage's hard, damp butt cheeks. It fit perfectly, like a Hot Wheels car in its track. "Can I just do this?" Colton whispered, pressing his textile-trapped tube steak up the boy's crevice. "Mmmm-hmmm," Sage murmured. "Your dick feels awesome." Planting his knees against the stone deck, Colton slid his arms under Sage's chest, clutching the boy's shoulders from the front. Raising his bare ass skyward for a second, Colton thrust through Sage's steamy, pliant cheeks. The pressure on either side of his cock was intense, but the friction from Sage's wadded up briefs on the underside of his love missile scoured him with an itch that could only be scratched with more itching. At first, Colton humped Sage's bottom with clockwork precision. In and out, up and down, pumping, pumping, pumping. "Uhhh! So! Fucking! Hot!!" Colton grunted, thrusting harder, faster, chasing the fire in his cock and inflaming it further. Colton's chest was sealed with sweaty suction to Sage's back, while his ass rose and fell faster. Hips slapping buttocks - a constant wet spanking - was the pounding rhythm for Colton's piping symphony of moans. Sage pushed his ass back to meet Colton's thrusts, and clenched his buns around Colton's cock periodically. It wouldn't have surprised Colton that Sage's cock had never wilted. It was diamond hard in its semen slimed grotto, and stubbornly demanded more attention. Sage thrust up to pleasure Colton, and downward to fuck his cushion. Fore and aft, grinding relentlessly. Knotted tissues pulled from Colton's anus to his pubescent testes. Tightening. Compressing his bowels and his scrotum into a single detonating force. He slowed his humping hips for a moment hoping to prolong the dynamic tension between his cock and Sage's ass, and ultimately, keep the boys welded together in need. The battle to hold back an unstoppable force was half the pleasure of a mounting climax. But Colton couldn't delay any further the tsunami of tropical boy juice building and bursting. He plowed hard into Sage's buns, and gunned his pubescent piston in a detonation that made his whole body shudder. "GAAAAAaaaauuuu!" His jock pouch flooded with thin, hot seed, and he pumped again, into the gooey abyss, while his body convulsed, trying to eject anything and everything in him, through his plasmatic penis. Colton kept pumping, and Sage also cried out, spewing a more meager against the soft resistance of chair cushions. His butt cheeks squeezed Colton's rampaging cock reflexively with Sage's every climactic pulse. Sage milked everything Colton had to offer, and yet the blond kept humping his friend's ass, until, finally, he collapsed onto Sage. They were stinky and sweaty, sticky and exhausted. Wasted in a heap of satisfied boy flesh, Colton and Sage shuddered with sharp ejaculatory after shocks. Colton kissed Sage's cheek, then rubbed it with his own. "Did you cum again?" Colton huffed. "Uh-huh," Sage murmured, nodding his head. Colton slid his hands out from under Sage's chest, and took both of his boyfriend's hands in his own. "I'm gonna make you come so much, it'll hurt," Colton whispered, kissing Sage's earlobe "We won't be alone, Colt," Sage reminded the boy. The boys lingered for a while, gently caressing one another, sharing the glow of love's greatest physical expression. Eventually, they climbed to their feet. Sage dug his undies out of his ass, and chuckled. "How is it you and Cassie wreck so many of my underwears?" Sage asked, referring to Colton's cousin, as the ripped underpants slithered to his ankles. More than once, Cassie had trashed or stolen Sage's briefs, with depraved amusement. "You're just a sexy little beast, dude," Colton replied, with a grin. "And you're so hot in your tighty-whities." "Weirdo," Sage said, smiling. Gazing at Colton's jock strap, glistening with sweat and the boy's clear semen, Sage reflected on the night ahead. "Dude, we might be all sharing one motel room," Sage said, "You should wear your boxers, tonight." Sage smirked at his own advice. It was unlikely his pervy boyfriend had packed any boring underwear for the trip. In fact, Colton only wore boxers to school, because of gym class. It was the fashion at the time, and Colton capitulated. But the macho surfer always dressed provocatively for Sage, and had been buying his best friend sexy undies, as well. Colton frowned with thought, peeling off his soggy supporter. "Uh, dude? My bag is in your folks' camper. I don't even have a tooth brush." Sage shrugged. "I'll pack you some things." While Sage quickly scrubbed off sex and grime in the open, outdoor shower, Colton brushed fingers over the boy's denuded pubic mound. Feeling a ring of whiskers emerging around the top of Sage's penis, Colton said he was going to shave the boy when they finished swimming. At the beginning of summer, there'd been a little mustache of pubic hair, until Cassie and her girlfriend had gotten ahold of Sage and depilated him. "I want you as smooth as me," Colton added, dragging Sage's fingers across his own utterly hairless groin. Unlike most boys, who rejoiced at their "big boy hair," Colton hadn't celebrated the appearance of his first silky strands. And after Sage had come under Cassie's razor, Colton had decided they should both remain hairless. "Whatever, pervert," Sage giggled. In fact, he now had to shave above his pecker at least once a week. If he didn't, the sprouting hair itched like mad. Still, he'd have to tough it out before school started, and let his pubes come back. He'd already spent 7th and 8th grade being teased in the locker room for his delayed development, and he certainly didn't want his groin under high school scrutiny. It would be a decade or more before manscaping became a thing, and by then, few teens would be showering together at school. But in 1993, Sage had to put on a normie drag show, even in progressive Burbank, CA. = = = = "How's Shemp, Aunt Lina?" Sage asked, strolling with the attractive, 30-something woman to her SUV. As Sage had already informed Colton, Lina Walker wasn't really his aunt, but his mother's cousin. "He's fine, but really out of it," Lina relied, squeezing Sage's shoulder with genuine affection. The young teen was one of the few people she really loved in the extended family. "I gave him a shot of epinephrine when he got stung, so he didn't go into anaphylactic shock," Lina explained. "The emergency room doctor pumped him up with with antihistamines, so we're all good. But his arm's gigantic from swelling." Another woman, roughly 4 months pregnant, sat in the passenger seat with the door open. "Hey, baby," the pretty brunette called out, started to rise. "Don't get up, Aunt Heather," Sage replied, jogging over to give her a hug before she could get out of the car. "This is my friend Colton Vannerman," he said, turning to his friend. "Colt this is Aunt Lina's partner, Heather O'Neill." "It's nice to meet you, Ms. O'Neill," Colton said, extending his hand to shake. "Please, kiddo, it's Heather, or Aunt Heather, OK?" "Uh, sure, uh, Heather," Colton replied awkwardly. "Let's get this party started, boys," Lina called over from the driver's side, getting in. As Colton turned away, Heather winked at Sage, silently mouthing the word "Nice," at him, then grinned as Sage turned beet red. Sage was adorable, and she was proud to see him with a real looker for a boyfriend. Carrying a paper sack with changes of underwear, socks and t-shirts, as well as toiletries for the night, Sage got in one of the SUV's back seats, while Colton climbed in through the opposite door. A young boy looking around 7 or 8, was strapped into a booster seat in the middle, though Colton knew the kid to be almost 10. The little cutie looked a lot like Sage, with girlish features, and a dusting of freckles across his upturned nose. But unlike Sage, the boy had strawberry blond hair, cut just below his ears. And his swollen arm looked almost as thick as his calf, though much of that might have been the cold pack wrapped around it. "Hey buddy," Sage said, giving the boy a shoulder hug, and a little peck on the cheek. "How ya doin'?" "MmmKay, Sage," the boy murmured. He was so groggy, his head swayed with effort. The boy didn't couldn't keep his eyes open through introductions, and quickly fell back asleep. "We're running way late, guys," Heather said, pulling the car out of the drive way. "So we'll just grab some fast food, and eat lunch on the way." Over the next couple of hours, the women and Colton got to know each other, laughing and joking about politics, music and movies. Eventually, as the conversation gave way to the radio, Colton and Sage succumbed to biological imperative. When not running redline, teenagers default into hibernation, and both boys fell deeply asleep. A couple of hours later, Sage stirred from a wonderful dream, disappointed he couldn't actually fly. "Hey, sleepy head," Heather quietly remarked, glancing back at the boy. Sage was alarmed by his deep-sleep erection, which was fortunately hidden behind his forearms. When Heather turned away, he quickly reached into his pocket to readjust his boner's position. Shemp was gently snoring, and the teen turned to check on the boy's swollen arm, resting on his little lap. Just then, Sage noticed that the front of Shemp's shorts were darkly soaked. "Aunt Heather," Sage whispered, urgently, while gently lifting the younger boy's arms to show the damage. "Oh fuuu-" the woman caught her self before cursing in front of Sage. Turning to Lina, Heather gave her the news. "Shempy's had an accident." "Dammit," Lina swore at herself. "I didn't even think about the antihistamines." "Neither did I," Heather said, sharing the blame. Spencer "Shemp" Marshall bore more than a resemblance to his distant cousin, Sage. The boy was a very deep sleeper, with a bladder developing even more slowly than the rest of his body. Like his little brother Harper, Sage had been a chronic bedwetter, though he'd grown out of it mid-way through third grade. Shemp was taking even longer to surmount the challenge. "If you pull over, I can get him into clean clothes" Sage offered. He'd been the boy's occasional babysitter for a couple of years, and he was adept in bathing and dressing Shemp. Also, both Shemp's parents and Sage's were hiring the teen boys to take care of Shemp and Harper at night, during the trip, so he might as well jump in on babysitting. "We didn't bring any clothes, Sage," Lina grumbled, reminding him that they'd dropped off their bags the night before, to be packed into the Arsenault's airstream. The back of Lina's SUV was filled with her drum kit, and mic stands. Thankfully, they always kept a bag of bet-wetting gear in the car, with the emergency kit, and Lina pulled over to the road shoulder to retrieve it. "He won't need pants, for now," Heather said, as the car pulled back into traffic. Careful to avoid waking Shemp, Sage unbuckled the boy from his booster seat, then carefully unbuttoned and unzipped Shemp's drenched shorts. The fragrant moisture was cold, indicating he'd flooded his drawers well before Sage woke up. Shemp's shorts were baggy, and easily slid down the boy's skinny legs. Shoving them into a plastic bag Heather had given him, Sage noticed they were drenched everywhere but the sides, and the seat cushion was moist, as well. It seemed like he'd let loose a gallon of pee. While Sage started easing down the boy's sopping cartoon underpants, Colton stretched and yawned, waking up. Glancing at Sage stripping the younger boy's lower half, Colton squinted at his friend in curiosity. "You know that thing I mentioned?" Sage whispered to Colton, obliquely referring to the Shemp's nocturnal challenge. Colton nodded, wrinkling his nose at the now noticeable aroma. Sage ran a wipe all over the boy's groin and legs and buttocks, then lightly coated the surface with some baby oil. Shemp's penis engorged in his sleep, capturing Colton's amused attention. A few moments later, the boy's 1.5 inch erection was safely tucked into a thick diaper, featuring The Hulk's head. An hour later, they reached the outskirts of Santa Rosa, CA. If they pushed it, they might have made it to the northern Mendocino festival grounds. But it was already 6:30, and Heather didn't want to try to find the rest of their crew in the dark. Plus, they had hungry teens in the back. Pulling off the highway at the first signs for hotels, Lina found a place with a vacancy sign. After parking, Lina went to the lobby to see about rooms, while Sage and Colton got out and stretched. Heather knelt on an empty back seat, and gently brushed her step-son's face. "Shempy? Baby?" Heather cooed. "Time to wake up, big guy." The boy grumbled and frowned, and his eye lids slowly batted. "Mmmmphh. Tired," he complained. "It's dinner time, baby," Heather said, unbuckling the boy from his seat, and helping him climb out. But as soon as he stepped onto the back seat, he realized he was only wearing a diaper and a t-shirt, and Shemp started crying. "It's OK, honey," Heather said, soothingly, and slowly explained the boy had had an accident on the trip. Unfortunately, this only made things worse, especially when he saw Colton standing nearby. "I don' want anyone to see me!" Shemp blubbered. He was humiliated beyond words. "This is Colton. You met him earlier," Heather said, reminding the boy that Sage and his friend would be taking care of Harper and he during the festival. Sage leaned in. "Dude, remember, I used to have the same problem, right? So did Colton." Sage paused for dramatic effect, and added, "He wore diapers at night until he was 12." It was a staggering lie, and out of Shemp's sight, Colton's jaw dropped, and he glared at Sage. In fact, he'd been totally potty-trained by 3, if that late. Sage winked at him, and half shrugged, with a "help me out, here" look at his friend. Colton sighed and bent down to face the sobbing kid. "It's true. I had accidents until 7th grade," Colton said, convincingly. "Bur your diapers are way cooler than mine were. I love the Hulk." "Really?" Shemp sniffled, tugging at everyone's heart. "Yeah, totally." Colton replied. Even so, Shemp didn't want to leave the car, least someone catch site of a big boy dressed like a baby. "Here, dude. Wear my hoodie," Colton replied, pulling off his sweatshirt. On the much smaller boy, the UCLA sweatshirt hung to just above Shemp's knees, totally concealing the source of his shame. Just then, Lina trotted out of the office. "Got two rooms, guys," she said, then added, "And good news: there's a Costco 10 minutes away. So we can grab some clothes and pizza." A little while later, the SUV pulled into the store's parking lot. Judging by the piercings, tattoos and garish attire of many of the patrons, a lot of festival-goers were stopping in for supplies. Colton accompanied Lina into the superstore, while Heather and Sage entertained the still drowsy Shemp. It took a while, but eventually the shopping duo returned with a box they wedged in with the drum cases, and two large pizzas they rested on Sage's lap. Back at the hotel, the two mothers and their boy settled into one room, with the teens in an adjacent room. Colton had been hiding a surprise he'd bought at the Costco, which he revealed to Sage. "Tights?" Sage asked, staring at the pairs of dance leggings Colton held in his hand. "Yup," Colton replied, with a giggle. "Kinda cool, huh?" Sage lifted an eyebrow with skepticism, but said nothing. "Seriously. They're kinda sexy," Colton said, holding up one bright orange pair, and another that was black on one side, and white on the other. Apparently, most of the boys' wear at the store was being being swapped over for back-to-school shopping, with little beyond undies and socks on the sales floor. So, after getting a change of clothes for Heather and she, Lina had gone shopping for leggings for Shemp in the girl's section, swearing Colton to secrecy about where they'd come from. Naturally, Colton decided they'd look good on Sage and he, as well. "You choose which pair," Colton added, eagerly. "OK, dude," Sage said. "But if I'm gonna wear these, can you do me a favor? For Shemp?" Sage opened his paper sack, while convincing Colton of his idea. A few minutes later, the boys knocked on the adjoining door leading to Lina and Heather's room. Heather opened their side of the doorway, and bit her lip to cut off her laughter. Sage and Colton stepped through, wearing nothing but their socks and two of Shemp's little hulk diapers. They weren't meant for young teens, and barely reached the boys' waists, while their slender buttocks jutted out a bit on both sides in back, like rising dough. Shemp stared and then laughed. "Told ya they're cool," Colton said. "You guys," Lina said, with a chuckle, shaking her head. When Sage had first started babysitting Shemp, he'd done the exact same thing, for a few months. But back then, as a 12-year-old looking more like he was 10, he could fit into Shemp's bedwetting nappies more easily. "I've gotta get a picture," Heather said. "It's just too cute." "You're not showing it to anyone, right?" Sage asked. "Of course not," Heather reassured him. Nonetheless, over the years, she'd share the shot of two pubescent boys on either side of a small tween, all half-naked and wearing matching grins. Sitting cross-legged in a circle on one of the beds, the foursome dug into the cooling pizza. The adults didn't think much of it, but the boys were ravenous, washing it all down with ice cold sodas. Finishing up dinner, Lina noted that it was almost 8:30. "It's too late for a bath, Shempy. But do you want to read a story?" "Can Colt read to me?" Though he was almost 10, he still loved to have people read to him. Lina glanced at Colton, questioningly. "Sure, dude. You gotta book?" "Uh-huh!" The boy bounded over to his knapsack and pulled out "The Hobbit." "Let's go to your room!" Shemp said, trotting through the adjoining doorway. "Looks like he's back to normal," Sage quietly observed, "Bossy as ever." "You've made a friend, Colt," Lina said. "Good job!" Sage and Colt pulled pillows from one of the queen sized beds onto another, fluffing big piles to rest against. Colton took the book and opened it to a bookmarked page. At the same time, Shemp scooted between Sage's spread knees, until his ass rested against the older boy's groin, then lay back against Sage's naked chest. Colton started reading the new chapter, while Sage lightly caressed Shemp's chest, under his t-shirt and Colton's hoodie. The boy's soft nipples hardened, though Sage hadn't teased him intentionally. While the three boys got lost in the story, Shemp pulled one of Sage's hand's down to the front of his crotch, holding it in place with both hands. Slowly, Shemp's hips pushed forward and back, rubbing himself against Sage's hand. The 14-year-old could feel a small, rigid lump pressing through thick padding. It was a familiar sensation. Over the last couple of years, the younger boy had absently gratified himself against Sage's body, while the older boy read to him, and Sage had pretended to not notice. But after a sleep over with Sage's younger brother a few months earlier, Shemp had become more direct, and very insistent. With the same conflicted feelings he had while pleasuring his stubbornly persistent 10-year-old brother, he'd guiltily masturbated Shemp to sleep almost every time he babysat the boy. Sure enough, while Colton kept reading, Shemp pulled Sage's hand inside the snug confines of his nappie. The boy's sex twig pounded in Sage's finger tips, and Shemp sighed, while Sage gave it a few gentle strokes. With Shemp's two moms 20 feet away, though behind two semi-closed doors, Sage sighed, resigned to his fate. But if he were honest with himself, he'd admit he liked the boy's little hardness seeking fire and comfort in his gentle grip. It made him feel like he'd earned the boy's trust. Moreover, Shemp's pulsating flesh, four years and an ocean of hormones younger than his own, beat with innocence. He hoped Shemp couldn't feel Sage's own growing hardness through the padding of two diapers pressed together. Shemp's little throbbing, circumcised prong was easily buried in Sage's thumb and first two fingertips. Gripping Shemp mid-stem, Sage barely moved his hand, inside the tight confines of Shemp's swaddling. It started to feel a little moist, and Sage wondered if it were sweat, or if Shemp were beginning to produce pre-cum. It didn't seem likely. Sage's undeveloped cock hadn't started drooling until he was 13. Colton kept reading, and Sage kept slowly stroking, bringing steady friction to the 10-year-old's cock. Shemp sighed, and his breathing grew faster. Unconsciously, his hips rose, his body demanding release from the growing tickles flaring in his pre-pubescence. Resting his face on Sage's chest, with his mouth languidly open, Shemp slowly opened his eyes, gazing up at his babysitter. He didn't need to say anything. Sage knew that needful look, and he stroked the boy from base to stem faster. Sage was now moving his whole hand up and down, enjoying the sensation of the diamond hard baby sausage rolling through his grasp, while concentrating on bringing waves of pleasure through the younger boy. Having seen many photos of his younger self, Sage knew how much his distant cousin and he looked alike, and Sage was suddenly jolted by the image of his older self masturbating his younger self. It was hot and weird, and he beat Shemp's meat harder. The sounds of rhythmically crinkling fabric and quiet panting drew Colton's attention away from the book for a moment. Seeing Shemp quietly shuddering, with Sage's hand buried in the boy's diaper, Colton snickered, and returned to reading. Sage was hugging Shemp to him with one arm, and he rolled his hand up to press a "shushing" finger against the boy's lips. Soon enough, Shemp's whole body started shaking, as dry itchy tingles overwhelmed him, and he quietly whimpered through his nostrils. Sage kept stroking the pulsating little prong, while hugging the younger boy tightly, until Shemp finally collapsed against him. While Shemp quietly caught his breath, Sage pulled his hand out of the boy's steamy groin, and suggested Colton go back a couple of pages to start over. Colton suppressed his laughter. But just as he started re-reading, Lina knocked on the slightly open door, as a polite formality. "Honey, it's bedtime," she said. "Aw mom, do I have to?" The boy groggily complained. "Yes you do. We've got an early start tomorrow." "Can I sleep here with Sage and Colt?" Lina laughed. "Big boys need Big Boy Time," she said, then quickly blanched at her unintended double-entendre. "To watch TV, or whatever big boys do." She cringed, realizing she was digging herself in deeper. "But moooooom -" "Shempy, you'll be sleeping with Sage, Colton AND Harper all week." The boy reluctantly climbed off of the bed, while Lina leaned down to kiss the older boys goodnight. "Thanks for being rock stars, guys," she said. "Good night." Their door closed, and the boys heard the connecting door shutting. "You ready for some `Big Boy Time," big boy?" Colton asked, with a giggle. Pulling up the front of Sage's shirt, he studied the tip of Sage's circumcised rod peeking like a periscope above the waist of his tight little Hulk diaper. "You just wait 'til I brush my teeth," Sage replied, with a chuckle. "Then, Hulk Smash!" = = = = = = To be continued...