Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2022 22:17:49 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 19

Young teens Sage and Colton navigate a music festival in the last summer
before 9th Grade, while minding 5th Graders. To no one's surprise,
sexual activity occurs, and Colton discovers a new kink.
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Barely conscious at dawn, 14-year-olds Colton Vannerman and Sage
Arsenault stumbled into the SUV, sitting on either side of Sage's
distant cousin, almost-10-year-old Spencer "Shemp" Marshall. On their
way to meet up with Sage's family at the 1993 Mendocino Fire Festival,
the three boys in back would have much rather been been sound asleep in
the motel, than strapped in for a two-hour drive. At least they had a box
of donuts as a consolation prize.

Owing to Shemp's allergic reaction to a bee sting the day before, his
two moms - Lina and Heather -  and the three boys had had a late start,
trailing the rest of Sage's mother's band, Midnight Agent, who'd be
performing at the festival. Since all of their travel bags were in the
Arsenault's camper, Lina, Heather, Sage, Colton and Shemp were dressed
in stop-gap clothes they'd picked up at Costco.

The boy's section had been threadbare, so Sage and Colton had only
gotten a change of undies and socks, while Shemp was dressed in a new
t-shirt, and dance leggings Lina had secretly picked out from the girls'
section. The skin-tight, harlequin-style nylon tights were black on one
half, and white on the other. Sitting on the light side, Sage could
readily perceive both the hemlines and the colors of Shemp's new Power
Rangers briefs. Over on the dark side, Colton only noticed the strong
family resemblance between Shemp and Sage. However, the adorably cute kid
 had strawberry blond hair falling just below his ears, unlike Sage's
almost-shoulder length brunette mane.

The boys startled out of their resumed slumber, just as the SUV arrived
at the festival grounds, in a redwood forest. After clearing the event
gate, "Aunt" Lina - really, a cousin of Sage's mother, and the band's
drummer - took the left of three roads through the festival, to the
sector where the rest of their group always camped. Rolling through
countless tents, yurts, and circus-like shade structures, the car slowly
passed colorful hippies, black-cloaked goths, punks and naked and wildly
costumed oddballs strolling, spinning and dancing in the early morning to
a melange of different music.

The SUV rolled into Midnight Agents' campground, and Sage's parents,
along with the other campers, strolled out to greet them.

"You boys have the camper to yourselves, this year," Alice reminded her
son, Sage. In years past, the whole Arsenault family had crammed into the
trailer, which had been claustrophobic for all (but especially Sage's
absent older sister). This year, with Sage babysitting Shemp, as well as
his 10-year-old brother, Harper at night, Sage's parents were happy to
camp out in a tent, and leave the Airstream to the boys.

"Harper's already figured out who goes where," Alice added.

"Come on, guys," Harper piped brightly, leading Sage, Colton and Shemp
into the silver trailer, while the adults unloaded Heather's drum kit.

Inside, Harper pointed to the rear mattress, already covered with sheets,
blankets and pillows. "You and me are sleeping there," Harper told
Shemp, with a slightly mischievous smile. "You guys are here," Harper
told the teens, patting the neatly made, converted forward bed, near the
camper's door. The teens bags lay on top of their duvet.

"No adults!!" Shemp exclaimed. "Cool!"

Just then, Alice poked her head in. "It already smells like socks and
farts," she joked, dramatically wrinkling her nose.

"You sure you and dad want to sleep in a tent?" Sage asked,
facetiously.

"Yes! Totally!" She laughed, then paused for a moment, and grew
serious. "Same rules as always. Number 1 - Nobody goes wandering outside
camp by themselves, under any circumstances. Number 2 - after dark, use
the camper's bathroom, not the porta-potties. And? -- Number 3?" Alice
arched an eyebrow, raised a finger toward Heaven, and beckoned the
response:

"IF IT'S YELLOW LET IT MELLOW! IF IT'S BROWN FLUSH IT DOWN!" The boys
chanted with giggles.

"Right on, boys," Alice replied, pumping her fist. "If you want a
shower, here's the sign-up sheet," she said, pointing to a taped up
grid with the weekdays and times each of the 4 boys and 4 adults could
catch a quick shower. Owing to the camper's small water tank, they'd
have to rely on swimming in the lake, or baby wipes to do the hygienic
heavy lifting.

"Other than these time slots, nobody'll be barging in on you guys,"
she said, looking a little embarrassed, then left.

After stowing their things in a couple of drawers, Sage and Colton,
swapped out their clothes for costumes they'd made together, just for
the festival. The crackly, loud business suits were made entirely of
layered paper grocery bags, carefully cut and glued, following patterns
Colton's mom had made of them. Sage had gotten the idea while looking at
popular fake suit-and-tie t-shirts. Naturally, they'd used marker pens
to draw collars and ties on white t-shirts. The baggy suits would have
easily fallen without suspenders, and the trousers and jackets showed a
mishmash of grocery store logos.

Back in the shade structure, the rest of the camp laughed at, and admired
the boys' outfits, though Sage and Colton moved awkwardly in them.

The Arsentaults, Colton, and Shemp's family wandered around the festival
for most of the morning. All the while, Sage and Colton got loads of
laughs and thumbs up for their costumes. When they reached the
festival's main stage, Sage and Colton drifted off by themselves,
despite Shemp's pleading, promising to return to camp by 5.

After catching a cringe-inducing side show, the boys grabbed burritos
from a vendor, and ended up at a small stage for an indie band Sage
liked. The music pumped up the crowd, throttling them with brutal rhythms
and histrionic vocals, and Colton pulled Sage into a spontaneous mosh
pit. They were already sweating profusely from the heat, but the
slam-dancing mania soon had the boys plastered with dripping,
sweat-adhering paper, a lot of which ripped away. Sage was certain he'd
felt himself groped more than once in the process.

At the edge of the crowds, the boys gulped from their water bottles.
Looking at each other in sagging, soaking paper maché, they both laughed.
What remained of their suits now looked like they'd been poured on.
Colton's "jacket" was missing both sleeves, and most of the bottom
half, leaving him in a sort of tank-top bolero. Sage was missing a
sleeve, as well as one leg, leaving him barely clothed, thanks to the
suspender holding up his tattered trouser remnants. The right leg hem of
Sage's snug and soggy briefs was on display, just below the tattered
remnants of his trouser waist.

Wiping sweat from his face with both hands, Sage suggested they go for a
swim.

It was just a short walk through the forest to a crowded beach on the
large body of blue water, but in that short distance, they caught a lot
of amused stares from festival goers.

At the lake, adults and kids splashed about, mostly naked or
half-dressed.

"Lets head down there," Colton suggested, pointing to a deserted
strand, beyond a granite boulder half in the water, a quarter mile away.

At the edge of the forest on the vacant stretch, the boys removed their
combat boots and socks, then, very carefully, tried to remove their
costumes without destroying them. It was a fool's errand. The outfits
tore away in chunks, leaving both boys with strands of brown paper bag
draping from their suspenders, t-shirts and briefs like sea weed.

Colton finished peeling off patches of paper from his arms and legs,
leaving him in nothing but his snug little briefs. They were sheer,
leaving little to the imagination, and in a blue that matched the
cloudless sky, with a pure white waistband bisecting Colton's prominent
abdominal "V" muscles. Still, shreds of brown paper clung to his undies
ruining their diaphanous shimmer.

How Colton had found sexy boy lingerie in the otherwise haggard Costco
clothing section was a mystery, but one that amused Sage to no end.

With his weight resting on one leg in a way that flexed the corresponding
butt cheek in its skimpy wrapper, Colton crossed his arms, and delighted
in watching Sage undressing. No matter how many times he'd beheld his
boyfriend peeled off his clothes, Colton always found it arousing, and
the front of his undies started to distend with a swelling lump. Sage's
brand new underpants matched Colton's, tightly defining his loins in an
azure gauze, though similarly blemished with stands of wet, brown paper.

Millimeters of white halo radiated around the leg hems and waistband of
tiny briefs that were even smaller than the tight speedo that protected
Sage from the sun, during year-round swim practice. It was obscenely
alluring packaging.

Sage glanced at Colton's frozen gawping, then giggled at the noticeable
approval stretching the surfer's underwear.

His own cock twitched, so he quickly skinned off his underpants and
hurried toward the water, before his flesh flowered to full fruition.

Colton stripped off his own briefs, dove into the lake right after Sage,
and the sweet, glacier-fed water was cool enough to banish his erection
almost immediately.

His head bursting out of the water, Colton howled, then squirted a
mouthful of water at Sage. The brunette boy's wet mane - almost as long
as Colton's blond hair - swirled around his broad, yet slender
shoulders, and he squirted water back.

Soon enough, the boys were in a full-blown water fight, splashing and
cackling under the cloudless skies. When their war died out, they swam
out a hundred yards or so. Treading water, their feet hit a very chilly
thermocline, and they both dove down to investigate. Some twenty feet
down, in very cold water, they found the sandy bottom. Colton jerkily
rose to the surface, while Sage acrobatically flipped, and shoved off
with his feet.

"This is so sweet, dude," Colton said, grinning at his friend, while
they tread water. "But...do you think there are piranhas?" Colton added
with mock terror. "Dick eating piranhas?"

Mischievously, Colton pinched Sage's outer thigh with his curling toes,
making the boy giggle.

"I don't know about the fish..." Sage said slyly, moving up to his
friend, before giving him a tender kiss.

Eventually, the boys headed back in to the beach, where their undies and
t-shirts were still dying, and their costumes were clumped together in
one ball of paper waste.

"Shit. We should have brought towels," Colton murmured. Like Sage he
had no concern about  dripping stark naked in public, fully in view of
hundreds, albeit a quarter mile away.

Sage smiled, and sat on the sand, enjoying the warm sun beating down on
his cold skin. Patting the ground next to him, he looked up at Colton.
"Let's catch some rays, dude."

"I gotta better ways to warm up." Colton extended a hand to help Sage
up, who had a pretty good inkling of his friend's methods.

Sage dusted sand off his ass, and moments later, the boys were 30 feet
into the cool, empty forest. Colton pressed Sage against a redwood tree,
and the boys smiled at one another with love and desire. Colton's lips
landed on Sage's, delicately at first, and then more forcefully.

Sage kissed Colton back with equal fervor, and his hands slid up and down
the tall blond's, cold, wet back. The boys' tongues met to dance in a
ritual as ancient and primal as the cool forest. Sucking and plying one
another's mouths, the boys' rippling passion surged back and forth with
their saliva.

Sage's hands slid all the way down to Colton's firm, slender buttocks,
and lightly fanned across them. Soon, though, he dug his fingers in,
kneading Colton's muscular bum like it were rubbery dough. At the same
time, Colton toyed with both of Sage's nipples, making the boy moan into
his mouth.

Blood heated with animalistic need pumped into Colton's loins. Fellating
Sage's tongue like it was the boy's penis, Colton briefly winced at the
burning sensation from his cock unfurling out of its cocoon.

Colton slid his right hand from Sage's hardened nipples, down the soft,
wet skin covering the boy's solid, athletic abs. His fingers glided over
Sage's denuded pubic mound, now as delightfully slick as a baby's
bottom, expecting to find a cock as hard as his own.

But for all his ardor, Sage's junk was still snuggled against the cold.
Colton cupped it tenderly, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Sage groaned, a
little from painful tingles, and a little from lustful itching. And his
penis lightly lurched.

Before Sage could really harden, Colton rapidly collapsed to his knees,
sliding his right hand along Sage's left flank for guidance, while
dragging the side of his face down the boy's lithe, damp torso. Arriving
at Sage's groin, Colton grinned. Sage's creamy speedo silhouette,
contrasting with his sun-bronzed skin, was like an arrow pointing to the
prize. His friend's cold-contracted genitals were the size of a plumb,
with a penis only beginning to peek out, and Colton sealed his lips
around all of it.

Sage groaned. It had been a couple of years since someone had held
Sage's entire package in his mouth. But back then, it wasn't because of
"shrinkage" that he'd fit. And Sage had returned the favor to that boy
a few times, in a back yard fort.

Heat. Wonderful wet, stinging heat. Sage's butt cheeks flexed, and he
sighed.

Colton's tongue swirled around the fleshy confection, and he sucked on
all of it. But not for very long. Sage's warming love limb could no
longer be contained, and it grew to diamond hardness, forcing Colton's
head back and off Sage's scrotum.

"Uhhh!" Sage gasped. It didn't matter that he'd grown accustomed to a
similar sensation every day, when he finished swim practice; he hated the
tingling burning when his penis unfolded from the cold. And even that was
without this aggressive surge of arousal, blasting his burning hardness
out like a rocket. At least he didn't feel his circumcised head pushing
through a cheese grater of hair, now that he was shaving away his meager
pubescent shrubbery at Colton's request.

Oh, but the sharp fire was good, now. Colton was suckling on his knob,
washing the underside with his tongue. It felt like his tip was being
boiled and scrubbed, while Colton's fingers' gently tickled his still
naturally hairless sack, luring it out of hiding.

"Sooo...sweeet!" Sage sighed, then gasped, when Colton pinched his
nipple a little harder.

Colton's left hand slid away from the boy's chest to his groin, and
encircled Sage's stem with a forefinger and thumb in an "O" shape.
Stroking Sage's shaft with one hand, while still gently fondling the
boy's delightfully smooth scrotum with the other, Colton worked on
Sage's quivering, circumcised cap like it was a slightly salted
cantaloup ball, and he were starving to death.

"Mmmm," Colton sighed around his fleshy mouth morsel, as it started to
ooze Sage's delicious sweet and salty sauce.

The burning tingles were now itching in a fury, and Sage's eyes were
tightly shut, enraptured with the sucking and stroking and caressing.

`GGGGGAAAAH!"

Like a gong underscoring a symphony, an aching pleasure made Sage groan
and arch his back. Colton's ball cupping hand rhythmically massaged his
perineum with the middle finger, driving a shockwave from his prostate,
though his balls, and washing out across his tummy.

Colton slurped further down, past the ridge of Sage's knob, and quickly
bobbed up and down on the first two inches, masturbating the boy with his
lips and soft suction for a minute. At the same time, his taint-teasing
digit travelled between Sage's cold, wet buns, and snaked to the boy's
tightly cinched anus.

Colton rubbed in a slow spiral around Sage's constricted rosebud,
warming it, sending sparkling pleasure up the boy's spine. Colton held
the boy's pounding tumescence by the base, and let muscle memory take
over his tongue, licking Sage's length to the tip and back, while
concentrating on fingering Sage's squeezing little tunnel,.

Sage bunched Colton's hair in fists, and his tattered breath came out in
moans from the delightful, wet friction running along his undercarriage.
Grunting and gnashed his teeth, Sage shook his head, while Colton opened
his funnel of love. With lake water lube, Colton's finger pierced in to
the second knuckle, and pressed the boy's joy buzzer.

Grinning, Colton kissed his way back to the tip of Sage's prick, while
playing with the boy's prostate, gently pulling his fingertip to and fro
across it, with a "come here" motion.

"Uuuuuuuh!" Sage quietly grunted, and his hips reflexively pushed out.

"Gonna make you cum so hard, babe," Colton whispered, then pursed his
lips around the boy's crown. Sliding all the way down the boy's slender
5 inches, until his nose landed on Sage's silky-smooth pubic mound,
Colton held Sage's knob partially in his throat. With steady, rhythmic
swallows, his tongue and cheeks massaged Sage's length with serpentine
grace, while his throat worked on Sage's very tender head.

"Gggnnn...gggnnnn...gggnnn!" Sage's world collapsed into his loins, and
his whole body spasmed.

Colton glided back to Sage's tip, sucking the entire way, then, with a
slack mouth, rubbed Sage's knob to and fro against one cheek, then the
other for a few moments. Sage's loins were a powder keg, ready the
tiniest spark, and Colton knew he couldn't prolong the boy's torment
much further.

Sealing his lips behind the rim of Sage's stamen, Colton quickly slurped
up and and back, rotating his head left going down, and right going up.
Ahead of his lips, Colton's fingertips burnished Sage's wet, throbbing
rod with a tight grip, and after a moment, he felt it expand in girth.
Strangled, gurgling cries died behind Sage's tightly sealed lips as his
cock detonated.

Washing in like a gooey tsunami, Sage's hot lava splattered in the back
of Colton's mouth. His seed had become thicker, more, viscous and salty
over the last few months, and Colton eagerly swallowed the first spicy,
creamy jet. He pulled back to suck on Sage's nozzle, just as Sage
gasped, and a second wave burst into Colton's mouth.

While gently sucking on the boy's nozzle, Colton milked the rest of
Sage's load with furious stroking, and cadenced prostate pushing. When
Sage's moans quieted, and his cock pulsed drily, Colton's grip slow and
stopped, and he gently slid his finger out of his friend's ass.

Releasing Sage's erection, Colton gave his friend's scrotum a delicate
squeeze, then rose to his feet.

Resting his chest against Sage's, Colton rubbed his left cheek against
the right side of Sage's face, while the brunette caught his breath.

"Feeling a little warmer, dude?" Colton murmured, then kissed Sage's
earlobe. "Better than sun bathing?"

"Mmmm-toasty," Sage sighed affirmatively, kissing Colton's cheek. "I
saw stars, anyway."

Sage gently took the boy's jaw in his hand, to turn his head until their
lips could meet.

A tender kiss, while the boys hugged in the near silent forest. And then
another, lingering kiss,  seasoned with the remnants of Sage's blooming
fertility in Colton's mouth.

It was like the 10,000 people partying around them had disappeared. For
Sage and Colton, all of the world was this stretch of empty woods; all of
time was this moment; and all of life was just them, naked and sealed
together for all of time.

Sage felt Colton's cock beating against his waist, while his own boyhood
never fully softened.

Gazing deeply into Colton's sparkling eyes, Sage felt so much love for
the Ventura surfer, it almost hurt. But words could never capture the
feeling, so he wordlessly sank along along Colton's bronzed body, to
express it physically.

On his knees, and sliding his fingers up and down Colton's warming, yet
still damp thighs, Sage gazed up the taller 14-year-old's lean and
slender groin. Colton's entire body was sculpted from surfing and
soccer, but just then, his corded legs and well-defined abs seemed like
gilded framework for the architecture of his loins.

Below the sharp tan line at his waist, and above the soft sun-gradient on
his thighs, where board and soccer shorts shielded his otherwise sun
bronzed legs, Colton was as pale as marble, his flesh just as smooth, and
his cock just as hard. His rigid prong, flexing with his heartbeat, was
almost 4 inches long now, a tribute to the pubescence Colton had
disguised by shaving off his meager dozen new pubes.

Though tall for his age, Colton, like Sage, had lagged behind his peers
in physical development. Unlike most boys celebrating the emergence of
Big Boy Hairs - especially at 14 - Colton felt uneasy about them, even
resentful. They seemed somehow dirty, and when Sage had been unwillingly
depilated by Colton's cousin, he thought both Sage and he should stay
baby smooth - at least until the end of summer.

Colton's hairlessness removed all distraction from the immediacy of the
boy's throbbing, uncut need. It was unblemished ivory flesh, tattooed
with a couple of rosy veins flowing all the way to the end of his
foreskin's porthole-like opening at the tip. Moisture glistened on
Colton's peeking piss slit.

"God, you're sexy as fuck," Sage quietly observed, delicately fluting
a teasing along Colton's quaking length.

"Not half as sexy as you, babe," Colton replied, then shivered as Sage
venerated each of his nuts individually, lips landing on a testicle like
a summer breeze. Though Colton's pond-wet scrotum had finally detached
from the base of his rod at the beginning of summer, the round little
ball - vaguely pink, like a sunrise - was as smooth the rest of Colton's
body, and a seam of skin divided the little fruit into two tightly bound
hemispheres.

Sage's fingertips alighted on Colton's tip, and griped it firmly with a
thumb and forefinger. With slow, clockwork precision, he pushed and
pulled Colton's foreskin over his rosy knob, making almost inaudible
little squelching sounds. Back and forth, Sage masturbated the surfer
with his own foreskin. Not for the first time, Sage wished he'd been
born in Holland, like Colton, and could have his cock fully intact. The
only way Sage could stand such direct friction on his circumcised glans
was with a generous slathering of lube. But Colton merely shivered, as
sparkling tingles burst from his spongy cap.

But Sage wasn't going to simply walk the boy off. Colton had toyed with
Sage's anus, and Sage wanted payback.

"Turn around, dude," Sage whispered, pulling his fingers off Colton's
cock to move the boy's hips.

Colton chuckled and complied, pressing his chest against the soft bark of
the ancient redwood. Without being asked, he spread his feet apart, and,
arching his back, pushed his ass into his friend's face, making Sage
giggle, and move backward on his knees.

Damn, what a sweet ass. Sage loved those magnificent, athletic cheeks,
with indentations behind each of Colton's hipbones, growing more
prominent whenever he walked, or shifted his ass deliberately. Which he
did just then, by moving his weight from one leg to the other,
deliberately taunting Sage. That sexy fucking beast.

Sage smacked the boy's right bun.

"Don't make me spank you," Sage said, with a grin coloring his voice.

Colton giggled. "Don't make me beg you."

Sage caressed the left cheek gently, while he brought three sharp swats
to Colton's other buttock. Soothing the warmth of Colton's spanked
flank with his right hand, he smacked Colton's left bun even more
sharply, earning a moan at the end.

Delicately caressing the boy's stinging flesh for just a moment moment,
Sage spread the crevice with a firm grip.

Colton's clenching rose palpitated, and his smooth scrotum, hanging just
a little bit in view, rose and fell with the cavitation. Colton's ass -
almost on its own - demanded Sage's worship, and the brunette was its
gleeful acolyte.

Leaning into the lake damp canyon, Sage planted his lips on Colton's
tight little rosebud, and gave it a long, linger kiss. Mmmm, he adored
Colton's love chute, and he kissed it again and again, then gently ran
his tongue around the rim.

Colton's back door tasted like sweet pond water, and Sage dug in deeper.
While he recoiled at even the idea of an unclean bung, Colton's would
have always been pristine, even without their swim, and Sage eagerly
feasted. His tongue caressed gently, at first. But as he fell into an
ass-eating fever, Sage alternated his licking with sucking, Frenching the
fuck out of Colton, who started sucking in air with ragged violence.

After a few moments, Sage pulled out of Colton's ass, and the blond
sighed with disappointment - though his dismay would be short-lived.

Laying back on the cool forest floor, amidst a sea of ferns, and
spreading his legs around the base of the redwood, Sage seductively
purred, "Dude, sit on my face."

"Who's the perv, now?" Colton joked, as he knelt with his legs folded
on either side of Sage's chest. He let the brunette guide his buttocks
down for a soft landing.

Sage spread Colton's buns again, eagerly watching the crinkled star
crashing toward him, then let globes of muscle seal around his face.

"Mmmmpphhh," he sighed, from within the dark crevice, then resumed
making out with Colton's ass. First, he whipped his tongue up and down
the boy's divide, lashing the the tight ring with every pass.

Sliding his hands up and down Colton's butt cheeks, and around the
boy's lower back, Sage twirled circles around Colton's wet hole with
his tongue tip. Slowly, he eased the entrance open, and Colton ground his
teeth. The teasing tickles made him squirm, and his cock pounded
rhythmically, begging to be stroked.

In sympathy, like a talking drum signaling back, Sage's cock rigidly
beat against his own barren pubic mound, and Colton reached down to
stroke it with one hand, while slowly masturbating himself with the
other.

Colton grunted, when Sage's tongue finally entered him, igniting burning
sparkles in his bowels. The soft, wet piercing didn't go deeply, but
stretched him softly, ransacking his defenses.

Sage pushed Colton's hips up and forward a little, so he could kiss and
lick his way down the boy's channel, to his perineum. In that smooth
border country, Sage spent a few moments sucking the concave lump between
Colton's ass and nuts, and the surfer shook and moaned.

Sage kissed his way to the boy's smooth, apricot-like scrotum. Licking
up and down the seam dividing Colton's sexual hemispheres, Sage made the
surfer groan and shudder.

Sealing all of Colton's bag in his mouth, and broiling the boy's balls
with his tongue and cheeks, Sage sucked a tattered moan from his friend,
who jacked them both faster. Sage reached around the boy's thigh. By
touch alone, he found Colton's hand, and replaced it with his own.
Steadily stroking Colton's length with a boxer's fist, he yanked away
from them both, then pulled back into Colton's lean hairless loins.
Punching faster, Sage matched the speed with which Colton stroked him.

"Uuuuuh," Colton groaned, as wet heat swirled around his contracting
purse, and Sage's eel-like tongue slithered all around his tender
twosome. Colton's toes curled, and he reflexively bounced on his knees,
pulling his tight scrotum up-river from Sage's suction.

Hungry for more of Sage's spicy seed, Colton bent forward, in between
the boy's widely spread legs, balancing his weight on his fee hand,
between Sage's genitals and the redwood trunk. An ant crawled across one
of the thigh caves bordering Sage's balls - natural divots formed by the
slender boy's lower pelvic bones - but Sage didn't seem to notice.

As Colton repositioned himself, Sage released the boy's balls from his
mouth, and Colton's rod from his fingers. Recapturing Colton's
tumescence by its base from underneath, Sage pushed it downward, aiming
the moist, hooded head toward his hungry lips.

At nearly the same time, Colton pursed his lips around Sage's knob,
while the brunette boy unwrapped Colton's ruby gem and licked around its
circumference several times, breaking the surfer's concentration.

Colton fought back, fiercely sucking on Sage's knob, and swabbed the
topside with his tongue, while stroking him with a firm, three fingered
grip. Sage sealed his lips behind the ridge of Colton's glans, bobbing
up until his nose kissed the boy's tight sack, then sucked back to the
crown, then bobbed up again. The steady, wet friction curled the
surfer's toes.

Colton upped the ante, rubbing Sage's smooth little boy balls with the
the flat of his hand, while sliding a finger up between Sage's buns.
Feeling pressure on his back door, then pushing in, Sage Sage groaned
around his mouthful, feeling himself impaled again, through his slightly
sore sphincter. But the fire felt good, and then even more: the sparkling
pressure on his special place. He shuddered and pulled off of Colton's
cock, panting.

"Fuck! I love you inside me," Sage growled.

"Shut up and suck me, babe," Colton whispered, and Sage giggled at the
urgency in his tone.

Engulfing Colton's raging rod with his semen-starved mouth, Sage matched
Colton's advances. Caressing the back of Colton's sack with his palm,
Sage extended the middle finger into the boy's saliva-slicked divide,
and gently pressed on Colton's tongue-loosened gates.

Pushing into Colton's hole, Sage's fondling fingers pulled the boy's
tight bag back, away from his tapping nose, and tightly cinched the skin
over Colton's tender cock. All the while, he seared Colton's
steel-stiff sex with his lips and tongue, sucking and swallowing a sea of
pre-cum-flavored saliva.

Moments later, Sage pierced Colton, and felt the tremors from Colton's
moans around his knob, while gently stabbing into the surfer's prostate.
Colton's hips reflexively pushed forward, driving his tool deeply into
Sage's mouth, almost reaching the boy's tonsils. Then, hips throttled
back punching into Sage's dirt digging digit.

Sage could tell Colton was close. He let Colton take over, fucking his
mouth, so he could concentrate on working Colton's ramming rod with his
tongue and cheeks, while finger fucking the blond's steaming boy hole.

Colton's pleasure-pummeled crinkle star involuntarily squeezed Sage's
finger, and ribbons of tissue pulled Colton's nuts inward. The rolling
force was unstoppable, and, gasping, he let Sage's cock slide from his
lips.

"Ggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Colton strangled his moan in the silent forest,
while his cock detonated with white hot plasma. Plowing into Sage's
mouth, his thin, infertile seed spewed into Sage's throat. The brunette
swallowed quickly, before it went down the wrong pipe. And then came
another sweet salty, watery volley.

Every time Colton's cock pulsed, he quietly grunted, and his ass
threatened to crush Sage's finger.

It was so deeply arousing, Sage almost came from the sensations in his
mouth and hand.

Colton hips slowed, and his cock bellowed drily, until, at last, he
remained crouched over Sage's face, with his cock dangling pendulously,
half in the boy's mouth. Sage gently pulled his finger out of Colton,
and the surfer shivered.

His tattered breathing slowed, and Colton was almost too drained to
focus. But Sage's cock lured him back to reality, with its steady beat.

"Damn, dude," Colton huffed. "You almost killed me."

Sage chuckled, liberating Colton's softening tool from his lips. "You
almost suffocated me with that monster."

Colton giggled. He definitely didn't have a monster. But at least he was
finally growing down there, and almost twice as long as when he'd first
met Sage a year before.

Taking Sage's helmet in his mouth once again, he whipped his tongue
across the boy's tenderness, while beating the boy's shaft like it owed
him money. And his finger, still embedded in Sage's backside, stroked
the boy's helpless prostate ruthlessly.

"UUUUUUUGHHH - pphhhhhh," Sage started to moan loudly, then stifled
himself. The radiant, rapturous waves of pleasure seemed to light up the
dark forest. The trees almost glowed, flickering in time with the steady
friction on his stalk, and the cadenced capering in his bowels.

So much fire, in his ass, and his root and his nozzle. It built into a
single inferno, and his balls felt like they were were condensing into
neutron stars. Sage's hips bucked up, thrusting to the hilt, plowing
into Colton's throat, and unseating Colton's finger from his rump.

Without a chance to ready his gag reflex, Colton pulled off, coughing,
while a small load of milky juice burst across his face, and Sage's hips
lowered, but for just a second.

Colton didn't wretch, but Sage's cock silently vomited, while his hips
pumped up violently again. All the while, Colton kept stroking on
automatic pilot, milking everything he could from Sage.

The brunette's hips throttled back and forth several more times, though
less violently, while his pastry gun merely oozed its savory icing. He'd
been holding his breath to stay silent, until, at last, his pulsations
ceased. Finally, he collapsed onto the forest floor, and gulped air like
a landed fish.

Colton basked in the glow of Sage's second climax. Though he'd never
told his friend, he was only really happy if Sage came more than he.

Wiping Sage's goo from his face, Colton savored the flavor, and
clambered around, to lie along side the boy, curling around him. Feeling
very protective of the smaller brunette, he gently caressed Sage's
tummy, while his friend caught his breath.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck..."Sage muttered, exhausted to the core.

"Good job, babe," Colton whispered, then kissed Sage on the cheek.
"You came real hard."

"You...did...the work," Sage heaved, then turned to face Colton with a
loose smile. "I...love you...so much."

"I love you more, babe" Colton replied, an easy declaration that would
have shocked the macho surf rat's peers at Zeus Beach.

They kissed long, and deeply, caressing one another in the primordial
forest.

After their lips unsealed, the boys simply gazed into one another's eyes
in silent contentment. Eventually, they helped each other to their feet.

"Maybe we oughta take a swim, you know, before heading back?" Sage
suggested, then helped Colton to his feet.

After rinsing off forest dirt and sex grime, the boy's pulled on their
boots, undies and t-shirts. Colton squinted at his unneeded suspenders,
smiled with an idea, and tucked his undershirt into his briefs.

"Check it out, dude," Colton said, clipping the back of his waistband
with the suspenders. Attaching the front clips to his water bottle, he
explained, "It's hands-free!"

Unfortunately, within a few steps, three things happened:

The weight of the half-full bottle hauled the back of Colton's briefs up
into his butt-crack in a vigorous wedgie,
The bottle's pendulous swing smacked Colton soundly in the nuts,
toppling the boy with pain,
And Sage doubled over laughing.

When he was able to walk again, Colton picked his briefs out of his ass,
pulled his t-shirt hem out of his briefs, leaving it to mostly cover his
undies, and folded both boys' suspenders into one hand. Sage was still
chuckling, while picking up their tattered paper suit ball for their
unhurried journey back.

Though gay teens largely kept their sexuality under wraps in 1993, even
in California, the boys comfortably walked through the festival with
their arms around each other's waists, and their briefs barely hidden by
their t-shirts. Without these visual clues, anyone stopping to talk with
boys would have thought them to be straight. But there was no reason to
hide their affection. At the Fire Festival, the LGBTQ community was
normative, and the only glances they caught were mostly from kids their
own age, and those were gazes of envy or desire.

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"Looks like your outfits won't see a repeat," Sage's father, Phil
Arsenault noted with amusement, as the two young teens crossed the
communal shade structure, with tattered fringes of brown paper undulated
from their undergarments in streamers and clots.

Sage sighed and shrugged, while stuffing the costumes' remains into the
recycling bag. "That's fashion, Dad. Here today, gone tomorrow."

Most of the camp's adults were drinking beer in the shade, with a small
crowd of their friends, who camped elsewhere. Sage and Colton's earned
their amused admiration.

"Where're Harp and Shemp?" Sage asked.

"Your brother is with Jiang and...what's-his-name, across the road,"
Phil replied, referring to friends Harper only saw at the festival.
"They've got a one-hole Frisbee golf course set up, if you want to head
over."

"Shemp's asleep in the Man Can," Heather replied, and the adults
following the conversation laughed.

"The `Man Can?'" Colton asked.

Someone joked, "The `Testoster-Home,'" and other adults chuckled.

"The Airstream, honey," Alice said, giving an annoyed look at the
group.

"The antihistamines hit him pretty hard at the Luscious Godiva show,"
Lina explained, and glanced at her watch. "If you're headed back to the
Man Ca - the Airstream, can you wake Shempy up?"

Skittering into the camper quiet as mice, Sage and Colton saw
almost-10-year-old Shemp quietly snoozing on the back bed. Splayed on his
back with arms and legs in a z-formation, the boy was almost naked,
except for a pull-up diaper, for protection against bed wetting. While
the teens peeled off their tatters, Sage noted that the boy's bee-stung
arm was looking a lot less swollen.

Sage sat on Shemp's bed, giving the boy's Spiderman diaper an
appraisal, and smiled. It looked unused. Delicately, he felt the front,
to confirm its dryness, then gently shook the boy's shoulders.

"Dude? Spencer? Shemp? Time to wake up," Sage quietly repeated for a
few moments.

"Huuhhh?" Shemp groaned, cringing away from Sage's touch.

"Come on, dude," Sage said, rubbing the boy's tummy, "Time to get
up."

"Ffffffffffff," Shemp exasperated, rubbing his eyes. "I'm tired."

"I know, dude. But you gotta get up," Sage said, pulling the boy to his
feet. "Looks like you didn't need this," Sage noted brightly, lowering
Shemp's pull-up. As he did so, the waistband released an inch-and-half
erection, which sprang up and beat against Shemp's childish pubis.

"Mmmmph..." Shemp groaned, almost falling over, while Sage helped him
out of his bedwetting underwear. Still, he managed to celebrate his
triumphal dryness. "I rule," he murmured.

"You're a rock star," Colton added, leaning on Sage.

"You're naked," the younger boy observed, with a smile.

"What gave that away, dude?" Sage asked, with a chuckle. "Come on,
Superman," he said, holding open a pair of red and blue cartoon briefs,
with a big "S" on the front. "Let's get you dressed."

"Why? You guys are nude."

"Shemp - Spencer - dude," Sage said, soothing, "We're changing
clothes. It's gonna get cold, ya know? With the fog?"

Still a bit out of it, Shemp lay back down on the bed. At the same time,
his rigid bone was like a single actor out on an empty stage, demanding
attention. Sage wished it would go away, because it was luring blood into
his own sex.

"Mmmmph!" Shemp growled again, unhappy about waking up.

"Just, at least put some underwear on."

Finally, Shemp relented, and let Sage pulled the cartoon undies on him,
concealing his throbbing flesh, though it clearly tented the snug cotton.

With time, Sage talked the boy into a t-shirt as well, before sending him
off. On the way out, he giggled from Colton's sharp smack to his
undie-stretching bottom.

"I'll bet you wanted to pull on that wish-bone," Colton teased.

Sage rolled his eyes. He had, but he wasn't going to admit it.

"Pervert," Sage chuckled. "We gotta dress for the night."

The boys riffled through their things, and Sage slipped vintage leopard
print trousers on over a fresh pair of pellucid boy panties, then added a
black, long-sleeve t-shirt. Colton dressed in a unitard, and a plaid
school girl kilt he'd punkified with bleach and spray pain.

While Sage laced up his combat boots, Colton looked at himself in a
mirror, and muttered, "Something's missing..." Tapping a finger on his
jaw, he looked around. Spying Shemp's unused Spiderman pull-up, he
fastened the waist over his forehead and molded down the padding in the
mirror.

"What about this, dude?" Colton said. "A beret?" Colton asked,
laughing.

Sage snickered, and shook his head, always exasperated with, and amused
by his secretly weird boyfriend. The studly surfer was totally
unrestrained around Sage.

Getting up, he lightly smacked the diaper off of Colton's head.

"You can't waste these things, you idiot," Sage warmly chastised the
boy, while giving him a tender kiss. "Aunt Lina isn't made of money."

Over plates of grilled vegetables and polenta, the boys joked and chatted
with the entourage they hadn't seen earlier. All the while, Shemp
insisted on sitting in Sage's lap, which made eating and socializing a
challenge.

At one point, Lina took Sage aside.

"Hey kiddo. I've been meaning to talk to you about Shempy," she said.

"What's up?"

"Well, here's the thing," she said, pausing, looking away, and then
resigned herself.

"Most people, they don't figure out their sexuality `til they're
teenagers," Lina said. "I didn't scope out mine until I was in a
shitty marriage. Your mom clocked your's when you were 8 or 9...though
your dad couldn't see it."

Sage's stared in shock. His mom had known Sage was gay before he did?

"Same with my son. Shemp's definitely gay." She paused again,
wrestling something out. "Maybe you never noticed, but he has crush on
you."

"How do you know? I mean about any of that?" Sage was still totally
shocked.

"A mom just knows. Anyway, that's why Heather and me, well, we're glad
you're taking care of him. You're a good man, Sage Arsenault." Lina
faltered again, obviously struggling. "We'd rather he
learned...things...from you, than some random kid who doesn't care about
him...Or worse, some molester with Gaydar."

Sage turned beet red. Did she suspect Sage of anything?

"I know that's a lot to take in." Lina continued, looking deeply into
Sage's eyes. "But I just wanted you to know that he's becoming
sexually curious, and if he comes on to you, that's why. You DON'T have
to do anything...if you don't want, just, like, answer questions. And
please, be kind to him, OK?"

Sage exhaled slowly. On the one hand, he was relieved Lina hadn't
discovered the secret hand jobs he'd given Shemp, at the younger boy's
pleading. On the other, he was shocked by her subtle sales pitch: to
introduce her son to the mysteries of Boy Sex. He didn't really know
what to say, and mumbled something about his first year of high school,
and Shemp going into 5th grade, which was something he genuinely
struggled with.

"You're only a couple of years older than Shempy. But those years...come
with a lot of social experience. You're a mature dude, Sage
Arsenault...and a good person. Which is why we trust you." She paused to
collect her words. "But also, as a boy, you can prepare him for the
world in ways he'll get. Like, in ways Heather and I can't, and ways
that Mo, his father, won't."

She grew quiet, and pulled out a box of "snug sized" small condoms,
horrifying Sage. But before he could say anything, she quickly explained.
"It'd be really helpful if you could explain Safe Sex directly. I mean,
he might be a bit young to worry about, um, fluids. But middle school is
right around the corner."

Sage shrank in mortification, and Lina rambled on. "You don't have to
actually show him how they work for, uh real. Just like, use a banana or
something. I mean, if you want."

Lina knew the conversation had gone so far into Awkward Land, that she
oughta wrap it up. Unfortunately, she cringed the landing.

"Just so you know, we're never going into the Man-Can uninvited."

She turned away, while Sage withered into a pool of embarrassment. All of
the weird adult jokes like "if the Man Can's a-rockin' don't bother
knockin'," meant only one thing: the grown-ups expected the Airstream
would to be a hormonal hotbox all week. Moreover, Lina was turning up the
heat.

As they rejoined the group, Heather asked Lina if Sage and she had had a
good chat.

"We both survived," Lina said, with a grin.

Sage remained silently flustered with the women. But he had a lot to say
to say later, in huddled whispers in the trailer, while Colton pulled on
their jackets in the Airstream. Colton was equally shocked, though also
aroused by idea of initiating another younger boy into the big boy club.

The teens joined the rest of the camp, to wander the festival, and watch
fire dancers and performance artists. Eventually, while the adults hit
evening performances, Sage and Colton lead the younger boys back to camp,
to make S'more's over the fire pits, before ultimately calling bed
time.

Back in the Airstream, Sage gave Shemp his nighttime dose of
antihistamines for his bee sting. Both 10-year-olds quickly stripped down
to nothing but their colorful cartoon briefs. Harper slipped thermal long
underwear over the Millennium Falcon and his slender torso, while Shemp
lay back naked on the bed. His circumcised half-inch penis - seemingly
all head - rested on an undescended testicular lump.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face, Harp," Sage told his brother,
who knew enough to give Shemp some privacy.

With his brother in the closed-off little bathroom, Sage plopped down
next to Shemp with the boy's diaper bag. Colton sat on the mattress on
the other side, observing with curiosity. Immediately, Shemp squirmed
with embarrassment.

"Do you have to watch?" The young boy whined gloomily. He thought
Colton was as awesome as Sage, and this was just so humiliating.

Thinking quickly, and giving Sage a discrete wink, Colton lay back on the
bed in parallel to Shemp.

"Nah, dude. I'm waiting for Sage to do me up, too," Colton replied,
suppressing a chuckle. Before either Sage or Shemp could reply, Colton
yanked his tights down, and hiked his school girl mini skirt up. "Like I
said last night: the Hulk's rad."

Sage chuckled. Colton was fearless on the water, and never afraid of
making a fool of himself socially. And Sage was grateful that Colton was
doing his best to quell Shemp's anxiety. This would be the second night
in a row he'd nonchalantly donned nappies in solidarity with the younger
boy. Maybe a little eagerly, too, judging by his slightly swollen
condition.

"Normally, you do this in the morning," Sage explained, opening the box
of baby wipes. "But since none of us are getting showers for another
day, I'll just do a little tidying..."

Sage dragged the moist towelette across Colton's barren pubic mound, and
inside his thighs, before swabbing the boy's round, resilient nut sack.
It was wet and cold, and made Colton shiver. At the same time, his cock
hurtled into hardness. By the time Sage stroked the towelette up
Colton's penis, it was rigid, and Colton bit his lip. With his spare
hand, Sage peeled down Colton's hood, and gently swabbed his knob,
causing Colton's whole body to jerk.

Sage's work had obscured Colton's groin from the almost-10-year-old's
view, and he hesitated for only a moment, before standing up. Maybe Shemp
wouldn't notice. But that was wishful thinking.

Staring at the rod quivering up the teen's smooth loins, Shemp cackled.

"You've got a boner!" Shemp taunted, in a sing-song voice, then
reached down, and clutched the older boy's raging, circumcised rod.
"It's so big! And it's waaay hard! What's all this skin?"

Colton chuckled, then carefully explained that he wasn't that big for
his age, and that his cock was uncircumcised. Enraptured, Shemp stroked
the first big boy bone he'd ever touched (really, the third boner he'd
ever played with, other than his own), and, correspondingly, his tiny
cheroot filled to its almost 1.5 inch hardness.

Maybe Lina was right, Sage thought: maybe Shemp was born for cock. But he
was still conflicted, and Sage wasn't totally comfortable with his
little cousin masturbating his boyfriend, even if Colton wasn't stopping
Shemp.

"Dude, you should ask, first," Sage pointed out, quietly, while prying
Shemp's hand off of Colton's quaking boyhood. "Let me get in here,"
he added, crouching in front of his best friend.

Staring into Colton's eyes, he could read his boyfriend's
amusement...and excitement?

""First, you lift a dude's hips," Sage lectured, with dramatic
formality.

Before Sage could even bother, Colton held his knees to his chest with
his arms, and as Sage leaned in with a fresh wipe, Colton managed to wink
his asshole at Sage, making the brunette laugh. Immediately, Sage's
loins grew peckish.

Sage briskly wiped Colton's buns, already clean from their swim, then
slid the towelette inside the boy's fleshy valley.

"Always wipe front to back," Sage continued with his lecture, though
his finger paused to swirl around Colton's anus, eliciting shivers.

Under Colton's sparklingly clean bottom, Sage spread one of the thick,
tape-up Hulk diapers Shemp wore at night.

"Most people sprinkle some talcum powder," Sage continued,
professorially, straining to keep his desire under control. "Lina and
Heather use corn starch."

Dusting white powder all over Colton's loins and ass, Sage quickly
spread it around with his fingers, but didn't linger and succumb to the
pounding need in both teens' groins. Quickly taping Colton up, he grinned
at the raging rod throbbing behind The Hulk. Though he was, like Sage, a
late bloomer, Colton was also tall for his age, and his knob threatened
to peak out of a diaper designed for kids a few years younger.

"And that's how it's done," Sage said, discretely patting Colton's
tent pole, stoking shivers in Colton, who's face screwed up with arousal
and frustration.

Shemp giggled, and reached over for the treasure buried in Colton's snug
diaper.

"Not so fast, Mister," Sage said, warming to the role Lina and Heather
had not really forced on him. "Remember: if you're not invited, ask."

"Can I, Colt?" Shemp asked, shyly?

"Sure, dude," Colton replied, with a forced lightness. Deep down, he
wished they'd all get totally naked again, and bone; even more so, when
Shemp's little fingers squeezed him tightly, crinkling his diaper, and
forcing his breath out sharply.

"OK, let's get you squared away, kiddo," Sage said. "Did you go for a
swim, today?"

"Uh-uh," the boy said, shaking his head, and still merrily squeezing
and releasing Colton's diaper-detained dick.

"Let's start with your face, then," Sage said, scrupulously washing
the boy's features, then his ears and neck. Shemp had closed his eyes,
and slowly lost interest in Colton's thumping diaper dongle. He sighed
from Sage's careful ministrations, with a second wipe around his throat
and shoulders.

Colton watched Sage with a bit of envy, The brunette took a fresh wipe to
one of the boy's armpits, then the other, and was starting to delicately
scrub Shemp's nipples, when Colton asked for a wipe. Together, the teens
washed either side of the young boy's torso, and Shemp moaned in
delight.

Though slender, Shemp's tummy was soft and wonderful, and Colton could
have lingered. But Sage was already working up from the boys's feet to
his groin. When he reached Shemp's pubis, he avoiding the stiff flesh
gaveling for attention. Colton caught up with Sage, while they cleaned
inside Shemp's thighs.

"Now we have to do the back as well," Sage said, lifting Shemp's right
leg by the knee.

"You missed a spot," the younger boy whimpered in disappointment.

"We'll get there, dude," Sage chuckled. With fresh wipes, the teen
boys each took a cheek, and carefully scrubbed every outside inch of his
soft, round ass.

Pointing at Shemp's crevice, Sage smiled at Colton. "Remember to wipe
front to back."

Colton took his time, running his towelette along the walls and valley,
then slowly swirled around Shemp's tight little hole, though not
pressing hard. Yet it was enough to prompt several piping gasps.

"Uuuuuhhh..." Shemp quietly sighed, as Sage rubbed the boy's tight
scrotum with the aloe-infused napkin. And then, he shook, when Sage
finally wrapped the towelette around his hard bone, and gently scrubbed
up and down his stem, and around his bright cherry knob.

Just then, the teens froze from interruption.

"What the hell?" Harper cried.

Having had Colton and Sage's hands and lips on him, Harper wasn't
surprised that his big brother was jerking Shemp off. In fact, Harper
introduced the boy to it months earlier, and knew that Shemp had nagged
Sage into hand jobs whenever the older boy babysat him. Though he'd
expected to mess around with Shemp all week, he wasn't bothered that the
big boys got there, first. It was Colton that gave him pause.

"You're wearing diapers??" Harper sputtered at the surfer, then caught
himself. He didn't want to shame Shemp by implication.

"Yeah, they're awesome, dude," Colton replied, amused. "All the cool
kids are wearing `em. You want in?"

Like his big brother, Harper had battled bedwetting, and even spent
several sleep overs in diapers with Shemp, almost into third grade. But
he had no intention to relive the Bad Old Days, and shook his head, at
Colton, yet said nothing. Knowing Sage had worn them the first year his
big brother babysat Shemp, to ease the boy's anguish, Harper dropped the
subject.

At the same time, Harper grew envious of Shemp's immediate situation,
and the front of his thermal under wear grew into a prow.

"Did you go swimming today?" Colton quietly asked Harper, tossing his
used wipe into a bag Sage held out. Harper said no, and Colton asked the
boy if he needed to be cleaned up.

"I just washed my face," Harper replied.

"What about everywhere else?" Colton asked, slyly.
Thinking for only a second Harper readily agreed, and Colton traded
places with the boy. While Harper lay back, Colton stripped the boy
naked, releasing his 2 inch, circumcised erection. It snapped against a
pubic mound leaner than Shemp's, though not muscular, like his
brother's.

Bringing a fresh wipe to Harper's throat, Colton studied Harper with
fascination. Like a miniature version of Sage, the little cutie's
freckled features were almost girlish, but framed with bowl-cut hair
reaching his collar.

About that time, Sage asked Shemp to hold his knees in place, so he could
unfurl a thick diaper under the boy's pale bum. Just as he was about to
spread powder on Shemp's loins, he heard a sigh, and glanced over at his
brother. Harper's eyes were closed, and his face was laced with an
angelic smile, while Colton gently washed his smooth left armpit clean.

Sage spread a thick layer of power all over Shemp's ass, which caught
Colton's eye.

"You have to spread it all around," Sage quietly murmured.

Very tenderly, Sage smeared the powder all over Shemp's bottom, once
again savoring the soft, round cheeks, and giving each a tender squeeze,
eliciting sighs from the young boy. Spreading corn starch around the
boy's clean, clenching hole, Sage triggered a delighted moan, and a full
body spasm. When the boy lowered his legs, his diminutive flesh was
quivering like a spring at 45 degrees

Sage took much longer spreading the corn starch all around Shemp's
loins, first smearing it across Shemp's scrotal half-dome. He could just
feel each of the boy's tiny testicles tightly bound in their smooth,
soft wrapper.

Reaching Shemp's tortured, inch-and-a-half erection, Sage lightly
feathered powder all around the pale pink flesh with a forefinger. Shemp
sighed in satisfaction that Sage had finally arrived at his savagely
demanding flesh. But he was also so desperate for relief that he pushed
his hips up, pressing his prong against Sage's finger.

"Please jack it, Sage," the boy whimpered.

Until that evening, Sage had always been eager to comply with the boy's
demands, and yet wracked with guilt about their age difference. But now
that Lina had given him the green light to introduce Shemp to boy
secrets, his hesitancy fell away. Sage lightly clasped Shemp's shaft
with a thumb and forefinger, and slowly teased him with feathered
strokes.

"Uhhhhhh...uuuuhhhh...uuuuhhh," Shemp quietly gasped, with closed eyes,
and fists bunching the bedding.

At the same time, Colton was washing Harper's feet, carefully cleaning
between each toe, which made the boy alternately giggle and gasp. All the
while, Harper's rigid flesh flexed, and glancing over at his big brother
and distant cousin, he had to fight the urge to stroke his prepubescence.

With a firm grip, Sage stroked Shep quickly, burnishing the boy's shaft
with powder. Moving back and forth little more than an inch, Sage's
micro strokes soon became a blur, and Shemp started panting

"Do you like that?" Sage whispered.

"Uh-huh. I...love...your dick rubs...Sage!"

Just then, Harper was holding's knees to his chest, shuddering from the
sensations of Colton wiping his crevice, then toying with his tunnel.

His circumcised, 2-inch erection bounced against his soft, hairless pubic
mound. The lusciously sensitive, pallid sex twig, so exposed and
vulnerable, begged to be warmed, and Colton brought the heat to it, with
a fresh wipe. Gently scrubbing from balls to glans several times Colton
had Harper quietly begging to be fully gratified.

Letting Harper lower his legs, and tossing the wipe, Colton gripped the
boy's aloe-dampened shaft with two fingers and a thumb, to stroke Harper
slowly and tenderly. Like Sage, the younger boy had a hair trigger, so
Colton patiently burnished the boy with savagely slow, itchy tingles,
never hurrying.

All the while, Colton's cock raged inside his diaper, desperate for the
satisfying contact he delivered to Harper. He felt a little envious of
the younger boy. If only he and Sage were 10 again, and capable of
endless consecutive orgasms, he mused. Still, 4 years earlier, he'd been
as clumsy and clueless about sex as Shemp and Harper. Pubes or no, being
14 was definitely better.

Colton's contemplation was interrupted by Harper begging him to stroke
faster, as well as unintelligible murmurs coming from Shemp.

Sage had stopped jerking Shemp, but only for a moment. Curling down, he
wrapped his lips around the powdery flesh. Curiously, though it smelled
fragrant, cornstarch didn't have any flavor.

"Uuuuuh! What...?" Shemp gasped, feeling the rich, wet heat basting his
cocktail corn. Sage's mouth was hot as a bath, but oh, that soft,
spongey friction! It pulled on him rhythmically.

Colton followed Sage's lead, and pursed his lips around Harper's
pounding little tool, and the boy groaned. It wouldn't take much
technique for Harper to blow his dry load, so Colton stayed with the
basics. Sliding his mouth all the way over the boy's member, and burying
his nose in Harper's soft, smooth pubic mound, Colton swallowing on him
for a few moments, then pulled back with full suction, before sliding the
short distance down, again.

After a few moments, he bobbed up and down for several quick strokes,
swabbing the boy with his lips and tongue, then rested his nose once
again in Harper's hairless pubis, and swallowed some more.

Shemp was starting to thrash, and Sage gnawed the boy's member with just
his tongue and lips, pulling back and forth like a big fish eating a
shrimp, while sucking and swallowing his own copious saliva. And the
maelstrom pulled Shemp's climax out with sudden, violent force.

"Oh! Ohhhh! OOOOOOH!"

Shemp legs kicked spastically, while itchy tingles exploded in his tiny
torpedo. Sage felt it seemingly expand and contract against his tongue,
failing to eject what the boy could not yet make.

While Shemp's diminutive dagger kicked in in his mouth, Sage heard a
muffled squeal and looked to his side. Harper's hips punched up and
down, while Colton rode the young boy's dry detonation with fevered
determination.

Finally the two tropical gales died away, dry as a desert.

With a slurping sound, Colton pulled off of Harper's soggy, and still
rigid rod, holding it with fingertips, while studying its lurching after
shocks. It seemed to flail like a landed fish.

Sage held Shemp in his mouth, never letting the boy soften. Caressing
Shemp's underside with his tongue for a while, Sage waited for the
boy's breathing to slow down, before he forcefully swirled around the
blood-engorged candy cane.

"Uuuuuh!" Shemp gasped. The electric thrills coursing through him left
Shemp incapable of speech. He couldn't believe the sensations from
Sage's tongue sponging in circles around his boner, then up and down his
length, before Sage sucked on it some more.

Enthralled, enthusiastic, and exquisitely inflamed, Colton followed
Sage's lead, but worked on Harper's tiny, tender tumescence with his
own libidinous formula. Brutally basting just the boy's knob with his
tongue and lips, Colton stroked Harper's stem with an iron grip, and the
boy practically convulsed.

With itchy fire raking their twitching, tender tools, both soon-to-be 5th
Graders couldn't stifle their tormented sighs, and it was a good thing
the Airstream's windows were tightly shut, or passersby might have
rushed to rescue the boys from what sounded like the tortures of the
damned.

Colton anchored his lips around Harper's soft, yet glass-smooth base,
once again rhythmically stroking the boy's raging rod with the wet,
serpentine undulations of his tongue and cheeks, in a cadenced series of
swallowing motions. In under a minute, Harper clapped hands over his
mouth, muffling a shriek, while his throbbing flesh pulsated with sharply
tingling bursts of fire.

At the same time, Shemp was grinding his teeth, groaning from the
maddening pleasure in his groin. Sage had kissed down Shemp's quivering
bone to his nuts, half-submerged in his body. Tenderly poking each
individually with his tongue tip for a few moments, he alternated between
delicately sucking on their drum-tight hemispherical wrapper, then broad
brushing the boy's scrotum with his spongey tongue. At the same time, he
gripped the 1.5 inch worm in the middle, stroking its tiny length
savagely.

With his free hand, Sage caressed the boy's soft tummy, and could feel
it flexing and relaxing more rapidly. The boy was so close, and Sage's
fingertips flew in a fury.

"AAAUUUUUUH!" Shemp wailed, reflexively thrusting his hips up and down,
his back arching, while his prepubescence kicked against Sage's nose.

Overwhelmed with a second climax from things he never knew we're
possible, Shemp collapsed, and quietly panted.

Just as exhausted, Harper lolled his head toward his distant cousin,
giving him a lazy smile, while Colton pulled Harper's briefs back in
place. Now so sensitive from two successive climaxes in Colton's mouth,
the very contact of his tight cotton undies on his softening member made
Harper cringe.

Shemp's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Sage delicately dried his
saliva from the boy's genitals, then reapplied corn starch, making Shemp
squirm.

"Whaaah...whaat was...that?" Shemp huffed, while Sage taped his diaper in
place.

"That's called a blow job, little dude," Colton explained, caressing
the boy's thigh, "Or sucking dick. What'd ya think?"

Shemp thought for a moment.

"Ohhhh...like when people say say `blow me?'" Shemp had heard the term
as an insult, and never understood why blowing air on someone would be
bad. This was a revelation.

"Yeah. Or like `suck my dick, dude," Sage added with a grin, wrestling
plaid pajama pants onto the boy.

"You guys haven't done this, together?" Colton quietly asked Harper,
while sliding boy's long johns back on.

Harper glanced at his cousin, and shrugged. "I didn't want to weird you
out, Spence," Harper explained, using his personal name for the boy.

"We caan do it nooow," Shemp slurred. The antihistamines were obviously
kicking in.

"Maybe tomorrow, buddy. Right now, you gotta brush your teeth," Sage
replied, sliding the boy's pajama top over his soft, slender torso.

A moment later, he guided the complaining youngster to his feet, and led
him into the compact bathroom.

A few minutes later, like snuggling cherubs, the younger boys drifted
into sleep under their warm duvet.

Colton traded his unitard and skirt for a t-shirt and sweat pants, then
pulled his untied boots back on. Before ambling back to the fire pit, the
young teens slipped back into their jackets, and turned off the camper
lights.

Indistinct crowd screams, mixed with a roaring mix of music, echoed
through the forest, while high powered lights washed through the trees.
Sage stoked the fire pit embers and threw on a log, while Colton reclined
in a nearby hammock.

"That was so fucking rad, dude," Colton told Sage. "Weird, but
definitely rad," he reflected, while his best friend climbed into the
hammock beside him. "Sex Ed With Sage is way better than how I learned
things."

Sage giggled, then rolled on his side, to gaze at his boyfriend's
handsome face, flickering with firelight. "I guess we need a lesson plan
for the week." He could barely believe his aunts wanted him to initiate
their son into sex. "Tomorrow is Intro to Kissing, and Spooge Towels
101."

Colton giggled, rolled on his side to face his boyfriend, and kissed his
plump, tender lips lightly.

"Speaking of spooge, I think we have unfinished business, you and I,"
Colton whispered.

Running his hand down Sage's side, Colton gave his best friend a
lingering kiss.

The boys smacked each other lips lightly, several times, then sealed
together, at right angles, so their tongues could lazily slither together
like snakes swimming in a tropical stream.

Sage's achingly hard cock drooled an abundance of clear syrup like a
flesh faucet, moistening through his sheer little briefs, into animal
print pants.

As the boys kissed with mounting urgency, Sage caressed from Colton's
back to his buns. Squeezing one of the surfer's firm butt cheeks, he
pulled Colton into him, and their diamond hard erections pressed together
through layers of clothing. They could both feel needful, though pillowy
soft pressure, but not the raging flesh driving it.

Colton pulled his lips from Sage's, breathing heavily, and lay his face
against his friend's. His cock felt like it would burst from the
impossible volume of blood pumping into it. With feral need, he
unfastened the boy's trousers, and shoved his hand into the v-shaped fly
opening.

The boy's five inch hardness pounded through his skimpy, stretchy, and
very moist briefs, and Colton squeezed it firmly. Every contour of the
boy's almost-five inches of slender desire throbbed with familiarity to
his touch, though the sheer undies.

"Ggghhhh!" Sage groaned. Then, his breathing quickened, while Colton
rubbed him firmly. The satiny fabric added teasing friction to Colton's
needful stroking. The steady scrubbing burnished him with fire. It
wasn't delicate. It wasn't nuanced. It was industrial strength;
relentless; polishing his piston and pulling carnal moans out of him.

The hammock started to swing side-to-side and Colton repositioned his
fingers inside Sage's snug undies, clutching his length firmly, flesh to
flesh, polishing his friend's wet wand with dedication. Colton yearned
to hear Sage's moans rising in pitch, and to watch Sage's face crumple
with cascading pleasure.

At the same time, Sage had tried to concentrate on ravaging his friend,
mirroring Colton's forceful fondling. He'd inelegantly fumbled with
Colton's sweatpants, to firmly grip the boy's diapered love limb
through its absorbent padding. He'd tried to match Colton's initial
handiwork with the same steady buffing, but the friction on his tingling
young timber had been staggering, knocking the wind out of him, along
with any focus.

Colton pulled back to watch Sage's eyelids flutter. Hearing his best
friend's rapturous, piping notes, while feeling Sage's grip on his
groin grow slack, Colton knew the boy was teetering on the edge, and
stroked him ruthlessly.

Shaking from toe to tonsil, Sage felt his anus rhythmically clenching,
and the muscles behind his nuts contracting, hauling them in. Vaguely
aware of his own loud vocalizations, Sage held his breath, while Colton
rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.

"Cum for me, baby! Cum!" Colton whispered, and gazed at the florid
climax about to spread across Sage's face.

Choking off a maddened shriek with his diaphragm, Sage's hips punched
forward, plowing his boyhood into Colton's fist. Stars exploded in his
tightly shut eyes, as his cock detonated with fire. Again, and again and
again, his cock mutely wretched into Colton's fingers, and for a moment,
the boy fell into oblivion.

Slowly, his pubescent lion finished its silent roaring, and Sage's mouth
opened, gulping air.

Marveling at Sage's physicality, Colton pulled his cum-dripping hand out
of the boy's pants. After lapping up every drop of Sage's savory boy
juice, Colton stroked Sage's cheek with his moist fingertips.

Sage's breathing slowed, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..." Sage muttered. "So intense, dude. I think I passed
out."

Colton smiled, and hugged Sage tightly, feeling radiant that he could
bring so much physical rapture to his friend.

Of course, that didn't mean Colton lost his depraved sense of humor.

"Did you wet your pants, Sage?" Colton quietly teased. "That wouldn't
happen if you wore a diaper."

Sage groaned. "Fuck. Off."

Still, he chuckled at Colton's uninhibited perversity.

"Don't make me bite your pacifier."

Giving Colton a tender kiss, he gripped the boy's whimsy stick through
his diaper with a full fist, stroked it forcefully, and added, "I think
baby's gonna be very wet."

Colton kissed him back, then stilled Sage's arm.

"I wanna fuck you with my baby dick," Colton whispered shamelessly, and
both boys giggled.

Rolling Sage over onto his back, Colton yanked down the front of Sage's
trousers, and then his own sweat pants. Sage grinned, knowing what his
best friend needed, and spread his legs as widely as he could in a
hammock.

Colton levered himself onto the one person he loved more than any other,
and pressed his diapered dick into Sage's soggy semi-hardness. Sage
tried to lower Colton's swaddling, to release the boy's cock, but it
was too tightly bound, and Colton was too hungry to bother helping.

Colton had humped Sage mercilessly through their jeans on more than one
desperately horny night, usually on just out of sight of a beach bonfire,
or against a chainlink fence on a dark block. So it was no surprise
Colton needed to nut regardless of the thick barrier between them.

Usually, he started with slow, measured grinding. But that night, he was
inflamed, unstoppable. He'd been holding his own climax at bay, while
participating in a conga line of boygasms. Damn, he needed to cum! He
pumped hard and fast.

The hammock violently lurched for and aft with adolescent ardor, bouncing
lengthwise, rather than swinging, and Colton grunted with every pump.

"Fuck..I...Love...You!" Colton growled, pumping his pampered penis into
Sage's re-engorged boyhood through it's wet, skin-tight veil.

Sage pumped up into Colton, so eager to see the waves of pleasure wash
across his blond boyfriend's flawless features. Achingly hard, he humped
into each of Colton's downstrokes with vigor. At the same time, his
hands slid down, into the back of his friend's sweat pants, and caressed
Colton's diapered bottom.

Shit that's soft, he thought, crinkling Colton's buns through the
boy's diaper. Squeezing Colton's thickly padded ass, he pulled his
boyfriend harder into him.

"Fuck my dick, Colt!" Sage urged in a whisper, kissing Colton's cheek,
and thrusting violently, meaningfully into his boyfriend's crotch.

Colton plowed wildly, his hips flying up and down, while his desperation
for discharge painfully pounded in his pestle.

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Colton quietly gasped, grinding his
swaddled pleasure paddle harder and faster against Sage's crotch. The
diaper's cellulose was soft, but even so, raked his grinding tool.

"Give it to me, babe!" Sage quietly huffed, cheering on the detonating
impact of the boy's plunging sex comet.

"Yess! Here! It! COMES!" Colton groaned. His long golden mane flew with
his shaking head; thrust-thrust-thrusting into Sage's groin with
helpless abandon. His bowels contracted, pulling in his smooth boy balls.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Colton barely stifled his cries, while he pumped and
pumped and pumped into Sage's groin. At last, his anus rhythmically
clenched, and itchy wet fire jetted out of his cock in 2 or 3 thin
bursts. With bestial commitment, Colton squeezed every bit of his thin,
watery load out into his thirsty diaper, then collapsed onto Sage.

Hugging Colton tenderly, Sage bathed in love unbound by judgement or
shame; there's a friendship of total commitment to one other.

Slipping his hands under Colton's jacket, Sage gently caressed the
boy's willowy, yet muscular back, while Colton slowly caught his breath.

"Dude, I really fucking love you," Colton whispered, sex drunk, but
serious.

"I love you way more, babe," Sage replied, while noticing Colton's
fingers exploring his southern reaches.

"Hmmmm," Colton whispered, squeezing Sage's still rigid ram schnitzel
through its sauce-drenched wrapper. "We've got a few miles to go before
we sleep," he quietly pronounced, gently kissing Sage's earlobe, and
gently stroking him through his undies.

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To be continued...