Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2022 19:24:23 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in The Summer | Part 20 On the second day of a late summer music festival in northern California, young teens Sage and Colton not only supervise two boys soon to enter 5th grade, but also mentor them through the mysteries of boyhood 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 = = = = = "MMmmpph! Go-a-waaayy!" Sage Arsenault sputtered, flailing at the cackling almost-10-year-old boy straddling him on the camper's convertible front bed. "Shemp! Knock it off!" Under the covers, Sage's best friend, Colton Vannerman rolled away, grumbling, and pulled a pillow over his head. "Come on, Sage!" The gleefully laughing young boy cried, rising up from his knees and falling on his 14-year-old distant cousin, friend and babysitter, like a steadily pounding steam hammer. "Get! Up!" Every time Spencer "Shemp" Marshall dropped into a crouch around the grouchy teen's head, he mashed his very soggy diaper into Sage's face. You see, aside from sharing Sage's similarly girlishly cute features, the young boy also shared Sage's past struggles with childhood bed wetting. And Sage had been changing the boy's diapers for years. So, Shemp was unembarrassed to drive home the point with his urine soaked padding, especially since Sage was being paid by his "Aunt" Lina to babysit her son through the 1993 Menocino Fire Festival. "Dude!" Sage groaned, pushing the squishy bloated bag away from his mouth, then arm-hooked the kid down onto the bed, in between Colon and he. "You're almost 10, man." Sage grumbled. "You can clean yourself up, you know." In fact, at home, after waking Shemp up, he usually stripped off his own diaper and hopped into the shower. But at the countercultural Fire Festival, where Sage, Colton, Shemp, and Sage's little 10-year-old brother Harper shared the Arsenault family Airstream camper, they had little water to spare for such morning wash-ups, as Shemp reminded the young teen. "Just use some wipes, dude," Sage murmured, trying to roll back to sleep. "But I can't get this off," Shemp whispered, with a suddenly desperate tone. "Whaaaah?" Sage mumbled, reaching down without opening his eyes. He'd pulled countless diaper tabs over the years, and reached for Shemp's with muscle memory. But they weren't there, and his fingers skated on smooth rubber. Combing back his shoulder-length, brunette hair, and peeling open an eye, Sage's jaw dropped. "What the fuck..?" A thick band of rubbery silver wrapped Shemp's waist, creased from multiple circumnavigations. "Duct Tape?" Sage gasped. "What the hell?" Shemp blushed and giggled. "Harper did it," he quietly replied, then whispered even more quietly, "He woke me up to play with my wiener." In his eagerness to exchanged blowjobs with with his distant cousin, Harper had tried to open Shemp's diaper carefully. But later, the boys discovered the real meaning of "disposable," when they couldn't reassemble Shemp's bedwetting protection. "We didn't want to wake you up," Shemp continued, explaining that, as quietly as Harper could, Sage's little brother had belted him in with Duct-Tape. Amused, and shaking his head, he replied, "You could have just gotten a fresh one, dip-shit." Shemp frowned, and pointed to the overhead cabinet where Sage had stowed the diaper bag. "We couldn't reach it without waking you up." Sage sighed. How could he be annoyed with this sweet, adorable little kid? Reaching up, he caressed Shemp's cherubic cheek. "OK, dude," Sage whispered, mindful not to wake Colton. He looked over to see if Harper were still asleep, but the bed was empty. "Where's Harp?" Sage asked. "Uncle Phil got him up to fish," Shemp replied, rolling his eyes. Sage grinned in reply. He hated early morning fishing, too. Just as he was about to roll out of the covers, Sage felt his rigid morning meat scraping its circumcised helmet across the covers, and remembered he was wearing only a long-sleeve thermal undershirt. "Sage," Shemp whispered intently, "I gotta go." "I'm moving, dude," Sage quietly replied, ignoring the irony that Shemp was practically wearing a toilet. Climbing out of the bed, with his muscular, pallid, swimmer's buns barely covered by his long undershirt, Sage kept his back to Shemp, hiding his pulsating tumescence. Scanning quickly, he found his sheer little briefs at the base of the bed, and fumbled them on, with his back to the younger boy. Little did he know it, but Shemp was mesmerized by Sage's long, sinewy legs, leading to slender, vanilla fruit that contrasted so alluringly with his otherwise sun-bronzed skin. Though he didn't have the self-realization to know it just then, Shemp was every bit the young homosexual his 2 mothers knew him to be. And yet, he wanted to feel Sage's Speedo-silhouetted buns. At the same time, his growing hardness fought with the painfully burgeoning need to pee, all the more amplified by the heavily bloated diaper squeezing on him. "Hurry, Sage..." Shemp whimpered, and squeezed his thighs together. "Working on it..." Sage replied quietly, trying to find scissors or a knife. "I can't hold it, Sage," Shemp whined. Sage turned, with his hands on his hips. "Then just go, Spencer," Sage replied, using the boy's given name to dignify the moment. Lifting Shemp's legs, he quickly unfurled a towel under the boy's ass, just in case the dam didn't hold. Folding his arms with resignation, Shemp lay back, and let the tide wash in. Sage watched as the thickly bloated padding swelled further, and the few areas not covered with Hulk cartoon graphics turned a deeper shade of yellow. Still, Sage couldn't see any seepage. By then, a look of relief - even joy - was spreading across Shemp's face. For his own part, Sage ducked into the camper's small bathroom, unshackled his morning wood, and pushed it painfully downward for his own satisfying drainage. Damn, but that almost feels like an orgasm, he thought. After washing his hands, Sage found the kitchen scissors in the back of the kitchenette's "everything drawer." Pulling down Shemp's diaper bag from the upper cabinet, Sage returned to the bed, where Shemp gave him a look of blissful guilt. "Better?" Sage whispered, sitting with crossed legs next to the still reclining boy. "Much!" Shemp replied, with a sigh. "OK, let's get this thing off you." Carefully, Sage cut through the sloppy bands of Duct Tape and wadded diaper. Shemp's nappie was so tightly bound, it took a few minutes to cut through the first side without cutting the boy. It practically launched upward from the released pressure, and Sage was awed at how much urine the padding held. When the second side was released, the front panel almost rolled itself between Shemp's slender, spread legs, revealing a moistly shining, 1.5 inch, circumcised erection, with a head inflamed with need. Sage rolled up the pee bomb, and set it aside. Sage caught the boy smiling at him with eager expectation, and, quietly snorted with amusement. Ever since he'd had a sleepover with Harper a few months earlier, Shemp had begged Sage to masturbate him whenever he was in such a vulnerable position, and by now, the boy had come to expect it. Pulling out fresh aloe wipes, he bent Shemp's slender legs, and had the boy hold his knees to his chest. Slowly and carefully, Sage wiped every delicious inch of one butt cheek, then the other, caressing the wonderfully soft, round flesh until Shemp quietly moaned. With a new wipe, cleaned the boy's crevice, lingering at the hole. Shemp's breath grew heavy. "That feels real good, Sage," the boy moaned, a little too loudly, and Sage shushed him. But he fingered the boy further, massaging Shemp's clenching muscle with a slow, circular motion. At last, he moved on to the inner, then outer thighs. When Sage finally reached the boy's prepubescent loins with a new wipe, Shemp could have leaped with joy. As it was, he couldn't help moaning loudly, as a fresh towelette moistly washed across his tiny, tight, and smooth scrotal half-dome. His whole body shook the bed violently. Colton grumbled, and rolled over, pulling the pillow off his head, and combing his own shoulder length, blond mane off his face. Peeling his eyes open, his irritation was quickly banished, and replaced with amusement. "Good morning, amigos," Colton said, slyly. "What's UP?" Sage chuckled, but said nothing, at last addressing what was, in fact, pointing up at at 45 degree angle from Shemp's little boy loins. "OOooooooohhhh!" Shemp groaned and shivered, while Sage gently wiped him from stem to stern, over and over. "I love...that...SO...MUCH!" For his part, Sage had always been filled with guilt while succumbing to the boy's demands. Deep down, he adored the boy's tiny hardness twitching in his fingers. His iron-hard little rod was always so delicate, and yet fiercely erect, and Sage loved to hear the boy's gasping moans, while burnishing him with tingles. But it was a joy tempered with deep guilt. After all, he was four years older than Shemp, and though he'd been knuckling under Shemp's insistent demands, Sage couldn't shake the feeling he was taking advantage of a younger boy. But that morning, Sage was shaking off this self-reproach, while slowly massaging a thin layer of coconut oil all over Shemp's bottom, and then, very slowly, through the crease, and around his gates of glory. He hadn't casually changed his mind about things. It had been Shemp's two moms. With more than a wink and a nod, they'd hinted their hope that their "nephew" (really, second cousin), would introduce their son to the sensual secrets of boyhood. They'd rather have the late-blooming gay boy be the one to school Shemp with not only Safe Sex, but smart sex. It was 1993, and the AIDS epidemic was barely understood. Moreover, with the instinct many mother's possessed, they knew Shemp was homosexual, and they were worried about their son becoming a victim of unsavory schoolmates, or worse. Also, Shemp was starting to mimic Sage's self-confidence, and maybe Sage's wisdom would rub off (so to speak). "Is that for diaper rash?" Colton quietly asked, while he watched Sage lower the boy's legs, before pouring a little more of the pleasantly floral oil in one palm, then warmed it by rubbing his hands together. "Not really. It's more for dry rashes from the wipes," Sage replied, as he gently rubbed all around Shemp's crotch, making it shine. "And it probably feels good, too," Sage added, as he finally rubbed the boy's undescended nuts in their tight, pink half-bubble. "Does it feel good, Shemp?" Sage asked the boy facetiously. "Uh-HUH!" Shemp exhaled, nodding his head with an enormous grin. "So good!" "You need some help?" Colton asked Sage. "I dunno? Do I Shemp? Maybe Colt can get you out of that pajama top." The younger boy gleefully agreed, then purred, as he felt oily fingertips slowly stroking his pounding, blood-engorged spike. It was so stiff and warm, and felt wonderful, sliding through Sage's slick, greasy grip. Colton undid the boy's pajama buttons one by one, and flayed apart the plaid flannel top. Shemp was breathing deeply, and his eyes were closed, but he lifted one shoulder, then another without complaint, so that Colton could render him fully naked between Sage and he. Sage was slowly masturbating Shemp's tiny turgid tool with a thumb and forefinger, while tickling the boy's submerged little marbles with his other fingers, and the almost-5th Grader sighed deeply, floating away in a flood of itchy tickles. Meanwhile, Colton caressed Shemp's slender chest. It was soft with residual puppy fat, but his brownish-pink nipples were already hard. Colton tweaked them gently, watching a grimace of pleasure ripple across Shemp's face each time. "Have you ever been kissed?" Colton whispered. ""Course," Shemp replied, dismissively. "Everyone in my family kisses everyone." Colton suppressed his laugher. "I mean, have you ever been kissed like in the movies?" Shemp opened his eyes and squinted at Colton. "Like in the Princess Bride?" Shemp shook his head with revulsion. "Kissing girls? Ewww!" Colton grinned at him. "Kinda more like men do. Like me and Sage." Shemp's eyes grew wide. "Really?" "Yup, dude," Sage replied for Colton, leaning down to kiss the boy's tiny red knob, making Shemp jolt. Smiling up at the boy's face, painted with awe, he added, "Harley, too." "No way!" Shemp replied, then grit his teeth and groaned. Sage twirled his greasy finger tips all around the boy's glans, and Shemp quivered. Colton ran his hands through Shemp's strawberry blond hair. Unlike the cousins he closely resembled, Shemp's hair wasn't long, falling just below his ears. But it was silky soft, and smelled a little earthy. Sage resumed slowly stroking Shemp's length, while caressing the boy's soft, slender tummy, and Shemp gaped at Colton. Really, he was hypnotized by the 14-year-old surfer's lips, as they grew closer, and closer. Thick and red. Like big cushions. He could fall into them. He wasn't afraid of what he knew would happen next. And then it did. Colton's lips landed gently, making him jerk. It was like he completed a circuit between the older boys, and an electric current raced from his lips to throbbing boyhood. Savagely, he kissed Colton back, but the older boy pulled his head away. "Easy, Cowboy," Colton whispered tenderly. Caressing Shemp's cheek with one hand, he patiently lead the kid through real face-to-face sensuality. First, they gently pressed their lips together, then smiled and rubbed noses for a while. All the while, Colton was gingerly sympathetic of the boy's spasmodic jerks, courtesy of Sage's relentless stroking. "Open your mouth a little," Colton whispered, and then sucked on Shemp's lower lip for a moment, before rotating his head back and forth. Eventually, his tongue slithered into the boy's mouth. The younger boy gave into the wonderful sensations. He'd never realized the reason people on screen wrestled with their tongues was this glorious sensations they felt. It was almost as good as...NOOO - what Sage was doing was even better! Throwing back his shiny, shoulder length brunette hair, Sage poured more coconut oil into his hand, and drowned Shemp's shrimp with tropical seasoning. Holding the boy's steely little linguine with the bottom of his palm, ring-finger and pinky, Sage stroked Shemp's entire length, including his diminutive, cherry-shaped nozzle. The trailer filled with the smell of coconut, and the sounds of rhythmic squelching, coupled with Shemp's moans, though muted by Colton's mouth. Shemp vibrated like a tuning fork, lost in a battle between toying with Colton's tongue, and sinking into the relentless, wet, itchy tickles in his groin. He couldn't believe the big boys were doing this with him, making him feel like he'd never felt before. And they were so cool, and...sexy! That was the word. They were hot and sexy, and they were doing - UUUHHH! - that to him! The itchy tingles! They raced up and down his length, almost blurring into a single sparkling fire! Squelching! Squelching! Squelching! As if reading Shemp's mind, Sage stroked the boy with greater gusto, while squeezing him harder. At the same time, his tummy caressing fingers slid back down to Shemp's scrotal lump, to gently rub each tiny testicle through its taught wrapper. Reflexively, Shemp pumped his hips upward, while groaning into Colton's mouth. The tingly itches were growing. Burning! And then it happened! "AAUUULLLLLLUUUUUHHH!" Shemp wailed into Colton's mouth, and the older boy pulled his head away, lest his tongue get bitten off. Shemp's kid cock strained mightily, pulsating in Sage's fingers, growing and contracting with pulse after dry pulse of white hot tingles! "GGNNNGG!" Shemp groaned through clenched teeth, thrusting his hips again and again, until, at last, his pulsations died away. Slowly, gently, Sage milked him tenderly for a moment, then stopped. While Shemp gasped, and his head flopped back on a pillow, Sage grinned at Colton, and raised a flat hand to high-five his boyfriend. "Go team!" Colton said, as their hands clapped together. Sage climbed up to lay next to his cousin, and together with Colton, caressed the naked youngster, until he caught his breath. After a time, the boy sighed. "That was soooooo rad! If you lived closer to me, we could do it every day!" "You know, lots of guys want to mess around," Sage said, then slowly eased into talking about how same-sex fun was common among boys, but insisting Shemp only engage with his friends. Later, he'd give Shemp some pointers about initiating things, with games, dares, or wrestling, and backing off if a boy weren't interested. That was especially important in the still-homophobic 1990s. For the moment, he just wanted Shemp to understand it was normal to play with another boy's penis, but discretely. Shemp pouted. "I want to feel your boner, Sage, and you never let me." Sage sighed, and smiled at the boy, then hugged him tightly. "I love you, you little twerp. I just didn't think it was right. I didn't want to hurt you." Shemp crinkled his face with skepticism, then reached down, under Sage's thermal undershirt, and grabbed the adolescent snake stretching the teen's skimpy underpants. Sage jerked, but didn't bat Shemp's hand away. "How can you hurt me if I play with this?" Shemp asked, with a grin, and squeezed the textile trapped tickle tube. Sage sighed. God, those rhythmic squeezes felt good. And explaining social complexities was going to take some time, especially since he was still figuring them out for himself. "Look, before, I didn't think it was a good idea. But, um, starting now, that changes." "Really?? Can you get naked, Sage?" Shemp asked, still flexing and relaxing his fingers around the satin-sheathed passion pole. "Uh-huh," Sage nodded. "Gimme a sec," he added, getting out of bed. Shemp's eyes were glued to Sage, as the lithe, yet muscular young teen removed his long-sleeved, thermal undershirt, then slowly slid off his wickedly tight and alluring briefs. While Sage released his slender 5-inches of blood-engorged flesh, Colton quietly got out of bed, dressed only in his own thermal undershirt, with the the lower hem draping over his rigid morning wood. "Where you going, Colt?" Shemp asked, staring in hungry fascination at the boy's slender, muscular buttocks. With each step, divots formed on either side of Colton's pallid butt cheeks, right behind his pelvic bones. "Just gotta bleed the lizard, my man," Colton replied, disappearing into camper's compact toilet. Sage lay back down next to Shemp, stashing a small cardboard box to the side. Stroking the boy's face, Sage noted how similar Shemp looked to his little brother Harper, with a spray of freckles across his pert nose. At the same time, Shemp stared down in awe at Sage's raging meat. He'd seen it soft, many times before: while changing; a few times when they'd showered together; and, course, whenever they skinny dipped. But now it was hard. It was big and glorious, and he couldn't wait until his own dick was like Sage's. Knowing the younger boy paid attention when Sage used the boy's proper name, Sage quietly told him, "Spencer, you know you can ask me anything about sex, or being a boy, or anything. Anytime, OK?" "Thanks, Sage," the boy replied, and grew quiet, before smiling with amusement. "I have a question right now," he added, barely repressing a giggle. "What's that?" Sage asked. "Can I play with your boner, please?" Both boys laughed, and Sage nodded. "Of course, dude." As Shemp reached down toward the prize, he realized there was something different about it, and it took the boy a moment to figure it out. It was...bald! The last few times they'd been naked together, Sage had big boy hair. Not like the grownups at the pool locker room. But starting last summer, Sage had gotten a few, and over the year, several more, until he'd had a little mustache over his dick. He'd totally had pubies, and now they were gone. Shemp rubbed his finger across Sage's naked pubic mound. "What happened to your hairs?" Shemp asked. Earlier in the summer, Colton's mischievous cousin had removed Sage's meager growth, making the late blooming pubescent boy's genitals conform to the rest of 14-year-old's childish features. Colton liked it, and begged Sage to stay smooth. "Uhh, well, it's a thing some swimmer's do," Sage lied. "But you have to keep it a secret. It's how I win races." In reality, he might actually have to shave his arms and legs, in his later teens, which was something swimmers actually did. "Oh, cool," Shemp replied, caring more about the sensation of hot, steaming teen bone in his squeezing fingers, than the mystery of the purloined pubes. The bathroom door opened. "Miss me?" Colton breezily asked, climbing under the covers on the other side of Shemp. "Always, babe," Sage replied, then grimaced, as Shemp clutched his rigid tumescence with a full fist, and stroked it roughly. "Easy, dude," Sage gasped. "I'm attached to that." "Sorry," Shemp murmured sheepishly, while Sage repositioned the boy's fingers. "Here, just go gentle for a bit," Sage whispered, guiding Shemp's thumb and two fingers slowly, delicately, up and down, along his straining stalk. "Yessss...and you can do this, too," Sage whispered, reaching down to tickle Shemp's balls with his first two fingers. Shemp eagerly filled his free fingers with Sage's nut sack, and gently caressed the young teens' like they were made of gold. At the same time, Colton was caressing Shemp's rock hard nipples, then leaned in to kiss the boy's ear, making him squeak and squirm. "Do you want to kiss some more?" Colton whispered, while dragging his lips along the younger boy's jaw. "Uh-huh!" Shemp replied. Their lips caressed, with greater grace than 20 minutes earlier. This kid is a quick learner, Colton thought, as the boy's tongue danced with his own. Shemp was breathing hard into Colton's mouth, and then he noticed his stroking fingers were growing moist, and he pulled his lips away to look down. "Are you...pissing...Sage?" Shemp asked, befuddled, and the older teens chuckled. "Nope, Cuz," Sage replied. Then, in the simplest terms he could muster, Sage explained pre-cum to the younger boy. "You can make sperm?" Shemp gasped in awe, then held his glistening fingers to his nose, both fascinated and disgusted. It smelled a little like bread. He wiped it on his thigh. "Gross, huh?" Colton asked, amused. He'd never thought ejaculate, nor its precursor anything but savory. Still, boys he'd shared blow jobs with couldn't spit it out fast enough. "I dunno?" Shemp replied, uncertain. "Do you make it, too?" "I just started a couple of months ago, when I started to grow," Colton replied, pulling the covers down to display his drily throbbing 4 inches. "But only a little." Though he squirted watery cum during orgasm, he barely self-moistened before hand. "Whoah!" Shemp said, staring at the older boy's rigid prong, beating against his bald pubic mound. He could discern the distinct mushroom shape of the surfer's knob through its uncut shroud. "You're..." "Uncircumcised," Colton replied with a grin. "Yeah, I was born in Holland. Unless you're religious, we don't cut boys so much in Europe." Shemp had seen a couple of natural penises in locker rooms and at summer camp. But he'd never seen one hard before. "I can make it look like your's, if I do this," Colton said, wryly. With a thumb and forefinger, he pulled back his fleshy hood, revealing his crimson gem. "See. Just like your's. And then, I can hide it again." Sliding his foreskin back and forth over his knob, Colton shamelessly masturbated his tender glans, closing his eyes and sighing. After a minute, he stopped and opened his eyes. Sage was grinning with a hungry twinkle in his eyes, and his hard-on telegraphed his need with speed. Meanwhile, Shemp's eyes and jaw were agape with epiphany. "You can try it, if you want," Colton quietly told the younger boy. Eagerly, yet clumsily, Shemp clutched Colton with his fingertips, and was shocked at how warm and wonderful the young teen's hooded glans felt. With Sage reminding him to go gently, he slowly polished the first of many uncut scepters he'd worship over a long and happy life. At Sage's prompting, Shemp filled his other hand with Colton's hairless, sticky scrotum. The size and shape of a pink plum, it felt full and firm, and if he squeezed it, he could make out each of the older teen's testicle. "Aaaah - not so hard, dude!" Colton gasped. "Sorry!" Shemp said, releasing the pressure, but still cupping the warm bag. "But you're so big!" Colton chuckled. "Not really - not for my age," he said. In fact, as an even later bloomer than Sage, his nuts hadn't even fully detached from his rigid tool. Peeling his stroking fingers from Colton's penis, he caressed and weighed both boys' scrotums with each hand. Though each were as hairless as his own, Sage's hung low, and his sack was wrinkled. By contrast, Colton's was smooth, and almost formed a single ball, except for a seam that divided it, and continued partially up the underside of Colton's shaft. Wieners and balls could be so different! It was awesome! He could spend all day just feeling the older boys' equipment. But at the same time, he'd grown achingly hard once again, and needed to jerk himself off. Thankfully, Sage noticed the throbbing little prong beckoning, and anointed it with some more coconut oil, before rubbing just the rosy cap. "OOooooooh!" Shemp moaned, and shuddered. He couldn't imagine anything better - except maybe last night, when Sage had put it in his mouth! How rad would it be to suck on a dick?! Though he wanted to do it, looking at the stream of clear goo trickling down Sage's raging meat, he was hesitant to ask his long-time friend. Instead, he asked Colton. "Sure, bud!" Colton replied, sitting up, so Shemp could lay on his side, partially on Colton's thigh facing the teen's groin. "Hold it here," Colon said, forming a ring with Shemp's thumb and forefinger around his base. Peeling back the shroud from his glans by himself, Colton quietly told the boy to lick it like a popsicle, focusing on the under side. "Mmmmm," Colton sighed, as Shemp concentrated on slowly pleasuring the surfer. "Now go around it like....uuuuh yeah...keep going around..." Shemp was losing his attention on his handful of Sage, and so the brunette teen repositioned Shemp's finger tips around Colton's balls, once again. "Don't neglect the nuts, dude," Sage whispered. "OK, now move your lips down here," Colton quietly instructed the boy, pointing to where his foreskin was bunched up like a turtleneck sweater. "But be very VERY careful with your teeth. Now suck on it - UUUUH YEAH - like that. Now lick it. Now suck it some more, and rub my dick with your fingers." While Colton patiently guided Shemp through his first knobber, Sage lay behind the younger boy. After hiking up the boy's right leg so it was bent at the knee, with his foot resting on the bed, Sage lubed up his hand with more coconut oil. Cupping Shemp's junk with his warm, greasy right hand, Sage slowly rubbed all of it, from taint to tip, up and down, with the flat of his hand, making the boy whimper around his mouthful. A moment later, Sage's other fingers slithered between the boy's soft little buttocks, caressing the valley floor in time with his gentle rubbing. Inevitably, Sage's index finger swirled around Shemp's ever-so-tight, muscular ring, supplicating the genie inside to let him in. "That's so good, dude. Now slide your mouth down my dick. Just see how far you can go." A little too eagerly, Shemp slid almost all the way, and felt his throat constrict. Pulling away, he coughed, almost retching. "Careful, amigo" Colton said, caressing the boy's cheeks. "You know how people put their fingers in their throats to puke? Same thing. Just go like half-way down, for now." Abject lust had filled the boy from the moment his mouth sealed around Colton's big boy meat. The idea, the feeling, the vaguely salty taste of an actual penis in his mouth was everything he wanted, and he almost pounced, like a starving wolf. But just then, Sage's finger parted his anus, filling his bowels with a fireworks show, and Shemp grit his teeth and growled. Colton chuckled. "If something like that happens, again, and I'm pretty sure it will, don't bite down on my dick. PLEASE!" Despite his fevered need, Shemp laughed. "Yeah. That'd be kinda bad...Ohhhhh..." He couldn't believe a finger in his ass felt so good! He had too many questions. But in the moment, he just wanted to fill his hungry maw with Colton's throbbing gristle, and delighted as the teen's foreskin pulled back with his tongue's progress. When his mouth was half-way down Colton's quaking prong, Shemp looked up at his tutor with questioning eyes. "Suck on it for a sec...Just work it like a straw...yeah. OK, now move your mouth back and forth." It was difficult for Shemp to suck and slide back and forth, but he clumsily gave it his best, until Colton reassured him, "You don't have suck all at the same time. Like, take a sec and rub it inside your right check...That's it. Back and forth...Ooooh, yeah. Now the left...Uh-huuuuuuh!...Now just on your tongue....oooooohhhh." Though at first, Colton's cock had little more flavor than the saltiness of a finger, Shemp became aware of a vague, dessert-like taste efflorescing, and he pulled off for a moment. "It tastes kinda sweet," he announced, with wonder. Colton grinned. "That's the pre-cum, dude. Not bad, right?" It really wasn't, and he wanted more. Eagerly, he engulfed Colton once again, wishing he could devour it all, but working just the upper half with gusto. As a first-timer, Shemp hit Colton with a couple of accidental tooth scrapes. But what he lacked in skill, he made up for with eagerness. Shemp felt pride and power, making Colton shake and moan. When he couldn't suck, he simply rubbed Colton with his cheeks, and lips and tongue. But then - "Blluuuuuuu!" Shemp gasped around Colton's cock, when he felt something weird and new. Sage was pushing his finger deeply into him, and it was raw and powerful. It sent a shock through his tiny prong, and out through his tummy. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. He just loved that regularly, rhythmic pulses, send tectonic shudders through him. And those ripples met the waves on his groin, from Sage's hot, wet palm, steadily surging from his balls to his tip. Shemp's hips started pumping, and his brain swirled with the sensations in his bowels and loins and mouth. HIS MOUTH. He pulled off of Colton's cock just as the itchy tickles exploded into fiery tingles, and if Colton hadn't quickly muffled the boy with a pillow, Shemp's cry could have shattered glass. Almost pulling his insides out, his prepubescence pulsated drily over and over again, until, at last, he collapsed on Colton's thigh. Colton pulled the pillow off his face, and Shemp moaned and sighed, catching his breath after the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt. Holy cow, he wanted to do it again, if he could just move. By the time Shemp sat up on his naked haunches, Sage was sitting cross-legged in a circle with the older boys, Colton and Sage were lip locked, kissing deeply, and meaningfully, in a way the younger boy was now starting to understand. Their heads rotated with growing physical passion - but also something way deeper. Something that made Shemp envious. The 14-year-olds' torsos were tightly defined, though differently. They were both athletes, after all. But Sage was a competitive swimmer, while Colton was a surfer and soccer forward. So Sage's body was all long, ropey muscles, while Colton had powerful shoulders and thicker thighs, and a slight sheen of sweet beaded on both of them, while their hands caressed one another with mounting urgency. Sage feathered his fingers down Colton's oval frame of well-defined abs, and was about to grasp the four inch love limb, when Shemp got there first. Breaking his kiss, Sage looked at his cousin in curiosity, and Shemp shrugged and giggled. "I wanna do it." Shifting himself to sit facing both older boys, he grasped Sage's enraged boyhood by the shaft. "And I wanna do it to you, too." Colton grinned, leaned in to kiss Sage's ear, and whispered, "It's second period at Sage's School for Boys," Sage chuckled, then remembered his promise to Aunt Lina. Reaching to the camper's windowsill, he retrieved the box of condoms. "Spence, these days, dudes have to be careful," Sage said, quickly adding, "Girls too." With sex-ed in California, the younger boy knew something of STDs, and had heard of "Safe Sex," but didn't know what that really meant. And though it was the wrong time to go all professorial again, Sage quickly filled Shemp in. Sage held up a packaged prophylactic, and said, "This is a condom -- " "Also called a `rubber'," Colton playfully interjected. "Or a `jimmy hat,'" Sage added, making the other boys laugh, while opening the package. Handing it to Shemp, the young teen carefully guided the younger boys' fingers, helping him unroll it over Sage's drooling throbber. When Sage was fully sheathed, Shemp shrugged and looked at Colton. "So now, you, too?" Colton looked at Sage, who thought for a second, and shook his head. "You want to see what it looks like when a big boy shoots?" "YEAH!" Shemp squealed, bouncing up and down. "Then no rubber for Colton," Sage pronounced, and Colton nodded with gratitude toward him. "It feels weird," Shemp said, grasping Sage's latex-shrouded cock in one hand, while clutching Colton's bare, quivering flesh in the other. Like a marching band drummer pounding a single beat from two directions, Shemp pumped up and down between the boys' crossed legs. He gripped them both tightly, delighting in holding diamond hard boy flesh in both hands. "Oooouuuh...!" Sage gasped, "That's great, dude!" "Yeeeeaaah, man," Colton huffed, "So sweet!" He was making the two coolest guys he knew squirm and moan! Shemp was breathing almost as hard as Sage and Colton, though unlike the older boys, his eyes were wide open, studying their shivering, quaking reactions to his every pump. Hot, moist flesh slid in and out of one fist, while a warm latex bullet pumped up and down through the other. If only he had two more hands, he could play with the big boys' balls...and their butts, too! But Sage and Colton begged him to just jack them faster. Sage's breath grew rapidly tattered, and his whole body seemed to undulate. "Gonna cum, dude," Sage gasped, "Check it...OUT!" Wrapping his hand around Shemp's, Sage squeezed their combined fist with newtons of pressure, pounding furiously. The muscles in his bowels contracted, pulling in his balls, and he could barely stifle his high pitched moans. Feeling Sage's tumescence ripple in his hand, Shemp watched as the empty space Sage had left in the top of his condom suddenly filled with slightly milky fluid. Sage gasped, and his cock rippled again, and the rubber filled with a little more fluid. Though he could feel Sage's meat pulsating violently a few more times, the clear latex didn't seem to fill with much more boy juice. At last, Sage stopped pumping, and pulled Shemp's hand off of his shrink-wrapped boyhood. "Too sensitive, dude," Sage gasped. "But that was so rad!" With all his focus on Sage, Shemp had almost forgotten about Colton. But the warm ooze coating his thumb and forefinger quickly caught his attention, and he resumed his quickly cadenced pumping. "Oh, fuck, dude!" Colton said. "That's so good!" It was far from a skillful hand job, or even a good hand job. But it was a sincere hand job. This damn cute, young gay boy - so eager to learn, and earnestly trying pleasure him - was too provocative for Colton. Shemp was pushing him over the edge quickly with wetly self-moistened friction. While his eyelids clamped shut, and Colton grit his teeth in a death rictus, ribbons of tissue pulled from Colton's anus to his balls. Sage knew the signs, and he slid his hand between Colton's thighs, to gently squeeze his best friend's tightly contracting nuts. The itchy friction, combined with the warmth on his balls detonated Colton's tightly compacted load with ballistic force. "AAAAAAFFFFFFFFFF!!!" Colton started to cry out, then quickly sealed his lips, and snorted out his nose, while the first burst of clear ejaculate burst up onto his own face. Shemp gasped in surprised delight. His rapid stroking pulled a second burst, that splattered like Karo syrup on the teen's sinewy, sun-bronzed chest. Colton's meat pounded three, four, and five times, though merely drooling all that was left, while Colton gasped and groaned, and finally fell back onto the pillows. Though he'd milked the older boy dry, Shemp kept wanking Colton, until Sage stilled his hand. "It really kinda hurts, after you shoot," Sage reminded the boy. "Oh, yeah..." Shemp replied thoughtfully. His own penis was quivering once again, all inch-and-a-half of the little pink pencil waving in the air. Taking it between two fingers and a thumb, the younger boy stroked it quickly. "It's not hurting me," he pointed out to Sage. "I could jack it all day!" Shemp giggled. "Yeah, I'll bet you could, you little sex fiend," Sage snickered, and explained that until they'd hit puberty, Sage and Colton could have multiple orgasms in a row. "Enjoy it while you can, dude," Sage added. "You've still got a boner," Shemp pointed out, reaching toward it with a questioning look. Sage smiled and nodded, letting the boy grip his latex-sealed bone. At the same time, he took his young friend's throbbing twig in hand. Sage draped his thighs over Shemps, crossing his calves behind the boy's soft, small ass, and pulling him in closer. Then, he leaned in to give Shemp a lingering kiss. His tongue slithering in to the younger boy's mouth for a few moments. The boys sucked on one another's mouths, trading breath, saliva and love, and their hands brushed together in a growing rhythm. Sage ended their kiss with a gentle lips smack, then leaned back to study the cherub's ecstasy. In a way, he'd have loved to go back in time and watch the ripples of joy spreading across his own face at that age, like they did with Shemp - Spencer. In that moment, he knew he would only call the boy by his given name. Though not his own age, Spencer was now his peer, someone with whom he'd share things he'd trust with few others. He loved his cousin, and he manifest that love with his hand, rubbing the boy's rigid prong with earnest determination. Passing through his finger tips, the boy's warm, spongey knob and steely little shaft felt magnificent. Reaching with his other fingers underneath, he tickled and rubbed the boy's tiny nuts. Spencer moaned, and copied Sage with his free hand, rolling and pulling the warm grapes in his free hand, and making the older boy breath harder. The boys stared in one another's eyes with joy, and need, and anticipation. They jerked each other with hard strokes, in relentless determination. Climbing back under the covers, Colton gazed at the two boys, mirroring one another's expressions of helpless pleasure. Sage's tattered breathing became piping moans, rising in octave as he approached the precipice, and he pounded his cousin harder, as if he could urge on his own climax. The younger boy bit his lower lip and squealed. At almost the same time, their bodies writhed, while their cocks detonated again. Whatever traces of thin seed Sage had remaining seeped into his rubber in 5 or 6 almost painful pulsations. At the same time, Spencer mewled again and again, and his tiny, tender flesh kicked in the older teen's grip. At, last, the combined tempest died away, and the boys' released one another's well-polished flesh. Gasping, Sage unfolded himself from around Spencer, and collapsed back onto the bed, and his body quaked with after shocks. The younger boy's whole body was flushed, and Spencer was breathing heavily while he lay between the 14-year-olds. Sage's cock was quickly growing soft, and he could feel his juices starting to slip out of his condom. "Spencer, when you cum in one of these things, you gotta hold it like this, while you pull out of a girl's pussy, so it doesn't slip off," Sage said, holding with a firm grip against his base. "Out of a girl's pussy? What? Eeeeew!" Spencer cried. "That's so gross!" The older boys laughed, and Sage got out of of bed, going into the small bathroom to clean up. "Why do I have to know all that?" Shemp said, cuddling into Colton's arms under the covers. "I ain't gonna be putting my thingie in a girl." "Most boys your age say the same," Colton said, adding that most of the friends he'd messed around with at Spencer's age went girl crazy around 7th or 8th grade. But maybe Aunt Lina was right, and the boy was gay. Time would tell. "Anyway, if you're doing things with a boy who jizzes, he's gotta wear one." "Well, you didn't," the younger boy pointed out. "That's different. We were jerking each other off," Colton replied. "You don't want another dude's cum in your body. That's how diseases spread." "But I sucked on your's..." "It's complicated, dude," Sage answered for Colton, as he emerged from the bathroom. Spencer smiled at the lean, sexy teen, so smooth and sun-kissed, except for the white triangle crossing his groin where he wore a speedo during year round swim practice. Spencer had so many questions, but exhaustion washed across him, and his eyes were fluttering. Already, Colton had drifted back to sleep. Sage smiled at the site of the younger boy in the protective arms of his closest friend - his boyfriend. But if Spencer were gonna nap in their bed, he'd need to wear his own form of protection. Grabbing a pull-up from the diaper bag, he climbed under the covers on the younger boy's other side. Despite Spencer's grumbling complaint, he eased the boy's bed-wetting undies up and on, then curled around his backside. Throwing his arm over the boy pile, and resting his flaccid adolescence against Spencer's softly padded bottom, Sage fell back into darkness. = = = = = An envious Harper woke the boys up. He loved fishing with his dad, but Colton, Sage and Spencer had obviously been up to a lot more fun. "Breakfast is almost ready, you guys!" Harper said, shaking the mattress, despite the growls of displeasure. Harper shed his clothes for that day's outfit. Pulling on a pair of jet black briefs, a fringed, black leather vest with a skull and cross bones, a black bandana with flames over his head, and over-the-shoulder leather pistol bandolier to carry his water bottle, he was a sort of punk-rock pirate. Sage and Colton were less ambitious, simply tying black and red sarongs around their waists, falling over nothing underneath, and hoodies to fight the morning chill. Meanwhile Spencer climbed into a plush, psychedelic, hooded dinosaur onesie Mom Heather had made him. It had rubber back plates pointing outward up his back, and a tail with a spiked rubber ball he could swing when he shook his ass (which he did, for his own frequent amusement). Over pancakes with much of the camp, the boys made plans for the morning, while promising to be at the small third stage at 3 PM, for the Midnight Agent show. While Sage, Colton and Spencer had been coming to the festival for most of their lives, Midnight Agent - featuring Sage's mother, her cousin Lina, and a few other campmates - were finally given stage time, albeit for a small audience. Still, everyone was pumped for the moment. All the while, the adults picked up on the boys addressing Shemp by his proper name, Spencer, and many followed suit. Spencer's and Sage's parents made mental notes to later ask the boy if that's how he wanted to be known, rather than by the nicknamed he'd been tagged with at birth. Sage and Colton filled daypacks with water bottles, snacks and towels, tossed off their hoodies, and pulled on their combat boots, while the younger boys wriggled into their well-worn high tops. With an unnecessary reminder from Sage's mom to keep the Harper and Spencer with them at all times, the foursome set out to enjoy the festival. Breezing through games, rides and sideshows, the boys met up with other kids to throw frisbees and kick soccer balls. When the collected gaggle started to disperse at the crowded main stage, Spencer's quietly cornered Sage and peppered him with questions. Did Sage and Colton use condoms when they blew each other? Why not? But you should with other boys? You also really needed condoms when you put your dick where? Why would you do that?? Remembering the sensation of Sage's finger in his boy hole, Spencer started to understand that "butt fuck" wasn't just a stupid way to insult someone. It could be something really amazing, and quietly asked Sage if they could do it, some time. Sage sighed, and nodded. It was about time he introduced his little brother to the joys of anal, as well. He'd been putting it off for almost a year. But better the younger boys learn learn about it with love and patience, than fumble around and maybe get hurt, emotionally and physically. "Yeah, but, we'll do it back home, OK?" Sage promised. "There's some preparation, and it takes time." Spencer's face lit up with eagerness. He glowed with pride at his friendship with Sage. Another band was about to take the stage, while the boys grew hungry for lunch. Promising to rendezvous with the other kids later, the two teens and two younger boys found a falafel vendor, and Sage paid, using expense money Lina had given him. Sated, but hot in the early afternoon, the boys agreed it was time for a swim in the nearby lake. Essentially, they weren't scheduled for quick showers in the Airstream's tiny bathroom for another day, so they could use a rinse, anyway. Strolling past acrobats and weirdos in a stretch of redwoods, the boys emerged onto a sandy beach ringing a large, blue lake. A couple of hundred adults and kids cavorted in the water. Most were naked, some in swim wear, and other in undies. Rather than join the masses, Sage and Colton lead the younger boys to their preferred strand, a quarter mile away. Separated by a large granite bolder straddling the sandy strip, the rest of the lake was vacant of people. Veterans of many festivals, Sage, Harper and Spencer unhesitatingly peeled off their clothes in the open. Likewise, from living his first few years in the Netherlands, and with frequent visits to naturist beaches while visiting family there, Colton was equally unabashed at public nudity. American body shame seemed so ridiculous. Running and plunging into the crisp water, the boys howled with delight, though the younger two were shocked by the initial chill, unlike their teen guardians. After all, Sage spent most afternoons doing laps in an unheated pool, while Colton rose at dawn every morning to hit the waves in the chilly Pacific. Splashing, tumbling, and wrestling, the howling foursome sank into the timeless games of boys everywhere. Just add water, and magic happens. Moreover, these boys, now so familiar with one another's bodies, were eager for the joy of rubbery skin-to-skin contact, leading to unapologetic erections. Spencer mounted Sage's shoulders for chicken fights against Harper, with Colton as his steed. The teams were about evenly matched, but they all tumbled into a clump frequently. That lead to a game of "tag," involving groping each other, teasing that pushed them all raging desire. At last, in shoulder deep water, the boys simply fondled one another in a circle. Sage grasped his younger brother's turgid two-incher between his thumb and forefinger, while Harper clutched Colton's carnal clever in a full-fist. At the same time, Colton clasped Spencer with his fingertips, while the almost-10-year-old held Sage's five inch lust rocket with all of his hand. Slowly, the boy's circle jerked, sighing in blue water, almost oblivious to the crowds 500 yards away. "Do you think anyone can see us?" Spencer asked, cautiously. "Nah, dude, don't worry," Colton replied, then leaned in to silence any further inquiry with his own mouth. Gently, he took control of the sensitive nerve endings in Spencer's lips, with gentle smacks. Spencer grew intoxicated, reflexively pumped Sage's cock a little harder, as if it controlled the fevered sensations in his own mouth and loins. Gazing at the other boys making out, Harper turned to look up at his big brother, longingly. He adored sharing Sage's passion. At the same time, he knew his brother felt guilty hesitancy whenever Harper snuck into Sage's room at night, and slid his hand's into the teen's briefs. Sage had thought Frenching his little brother was an even bigger violation than sucking the boy's dick. But that feeling was passing. With this trip to the festival, Sage was growing into his role as guide for his brother. He loved the boy so much, and now, he felt nothing less than eager to share those feelings. His lips touched Harper's gently, at first, and the boys tentatively touched one another lips. But it felt like an electric charge shot through both of them. Opening their mouths was like baring their souls to one another, and they rotated their heads, in brotherly love. With his free hand, Sage brushed back Harper's dripping, collar-length, brunette, bowl-cut hair, to caress the boy's face, while his tongue glided through his brother's lips, to play in Harper's grotto. Sage stroked Harper harder, and the younger boy in turn beat Colton's meat faster. Like a game of telephone, Harper's urgency inflamed Colton's, who kissed Spencer savagely, while brutalizing the younger boy's tiny meat with submarine ferocity. In turn, Spencer polished Sage's staff in a frenzy, almost losing sense of the knob bursting in and out of his fist, and simply passing on the itchy friction he felt in his own loins. Soon enough, Colton and Spencer were no longer really kissing, though their tongues languidly lapped at each other in the open air. At the same time, Sage was resting his face against his little brothers', moaning, pumping Harper's flesh fiercely toward the finish line. Like the disturbance of a shark's feeding frenzy, four sets of shoulders splashed the water in a vague echo of the raging mayhem below. At almost the same time, Harper and Sage felt ribbons of muscle pulling from their anuses to their nuts. Hearing his own moans mounting, Sage grit his teeth and quietly exhaled, while in the water below, his hatches released, and his tubes squeezed to launch the first blast of his meager load. Oblivious to anything but the itchy tingles building in his loins, Spencer kept burnishing Sage's flesh like a relentless machine, pulling out two or three more bursts of barely fertile boy goo. Then, he heard Harper's shrill moans, but didn't care. The itchy fire was raging in his dick. Moments later, his hand was pried from Sage's cock. A moment later, the older boy's hands caressed his bottom. And then... "GGGGNNNN!" Spencer groaned and gnashed his teeth, while his cock furiously exploded with his dry detonations, and sparklers shot off behind his clenched eyelids. Huffing, and puffing, while his prepubescence pulsed again and again, he gradually grew aware of Colton gasping. Opening his eyes, he saw Harper wrapped around Colton from behind, while he furiously milked out Colton's climax. And at last, their collective fever dissolved into the crisp lake. Like four petals falling from a gloriously beautiful lily, the boys floated, glowing with contentment, and smiled knowingly at one another. At the same time, the water's chill breached the after glow, and they waded in to shore After drying and getting dressed, the four boys held hands, and headed toward the forest trail, and four more days together at the festival. = = = = = = = = = = = To be concluded...