Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2023 03:13:32 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 21 CONCLUSION It's the final day of a summer music festival in 1993, and young teens Sage and Colton are going to celebrate their friendship with all the passion they'd nurtured over their year together. 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 = = = = = "Busted, Sage!" Colton Vannerman snickered at his best friend. "You guys were totally flirting," he chided. "What?" Sage Arsenault replied, "I was not!" "You so were," Colton snickered. "I don't blame you, though. Justin was pretty hot...for an 8-year-old." Sage's jaw dropped and Colton doubled over laughing. "Shut up, dude!" Sage sputtered in his high-pitched, still unchanged voice. "He's in 7th grade! And we weren't flirting." Colton was laughing too hard to respond. Sage was always so easy to tease. It was one of the things that made him irresistible. When he recovered, Colton pulled Sage off the forest road, away from the hundreds of hippies, punks and goths strolling to different stages at the 1993 Sonoma Fire Festival. Combing his fingers through the shorter boy's long brunette hair, he stared into Sage's liquid eyes, and quietly purred, "He was definitely hitting on you, dude." Before Sage could reply, Colton leaned down for a long and tender kiss. From the moment their lips touched, the world's houselights went down, leaving the two 14-year-olds alone on a stage of their own. Sharing breath, while their lips fluttered open and contracted, and tongues gently teased in the gap, the soon-to-be 9th graders caressed each other's naked torsos, oblivious to the nearby crowds and distantly booming music. You'd think that after a profoundly passionate year, when the novelty of pressing their lean, pubescent torsos together had passed, that their kisses would become less frantic and more perfunctory, and their caresses routine. But nothing had cooled the boys' ardor, and their mouths surged liked deep ocean waves, while their fingers feathered and squeezed. With Colton's tumescence pressing up against his own iron-hard boyhood, Sage wadded the taller boy's golden, shoulder-length mane in his fists, growling into Colton's mouth. He was so hungry for the surfer's flesh, he gnawed on Colton's mouth furiously. Reflexively, he thrust his groin against Colton's. But Colton broke their kiss, dragged his lips to Sage's ear, and huffed, "Later." Sliding his hands down Sage's sun-bronzed back, Colton held the boy's buttocks in place, stilling Sage's thrusts, leaving their blood engorged poles throbbing brutally together. Sage almost submitted to the tempting hardness pressing against him. However, it was the boys' last day at the festival, and they'd been relieved of responsibility for babysitting two younger boys at their festival camp. That meant they had the night to themselves, and they were saving up their energy for a night to remember. Flushed and frustrated, the two best friends reluctantly uncurled from one another. Usually the more impulsive of the pair, Colton was, for once, acting with the discipline you'd expect from a soccer team captain. Sage nodded stoically, and then his eyes travelled south, surveying his boyfriend's bronzed, sinewy body. Colton's shoulders and long arms were corded with lean muscle from paddling out into the Ventura County waves every morning. An oval framed rows of ab muscles much more prominent than Sage's. Just below, submerging into the black and red sarong tied at his waist, Colton's smooth and prominent pelvic "V" hinted at the boy's rugged, soccer toned thighs. Well, they were pretty robust legs for a late-blooming 14-year-old, anyway. "You're such a tease, Colt," Sage smirked at the blond surfer. Colton smirked. "And you love it." The boys giggled while they readjusted their erections, glad they'd worn underwear beneath the cloth wraps falling to their knees. Shirtless and in black combat boots, the boys would have had embarrassing prows tenting out the batiked fabric, if not for the very snug briefs lashing their rigid young pricks in place. The red waistband and a good inch of snug black underwear rested above Sage's sarong, hinting at the treasures secured below. It was something Colton found impossibly alluring. "You really think that kid was hitting on me?" Sage asked, as they picked their way back to the road. "Dude..." Colton replied shaking his head with amusement at Sage's obliviousness. "Yes, and you were totally into it." Before Sage could protest, Colton replied, "Which was totally understandable. He was way cute." On the road to catch a band at the second stage, they'd run into a younger boy juggling a soccer ball. With fashionably spiky black hair, the smaller boy had a pixie's face and a warm, innocent charm. In moments, all three boys were laughing and passing the ball, and before they knew it, Sage and Colton missed the band they'd set out to see. When they'd parted, Sage made a passing invitation for the kid to stop by their camp at 7 pm, when Colton and he were headed out. Deep down, Sage knew he would have loved to run his hands all over the boy's naked body. But at the same time, he'd just been being polite, hadn't he? "Um, you know that I would never - " Sage started stumbling. "Dude, we've had three-ways together. You banged my cousins," Colton interjected. "And, we've been blowing a couple of 5th graders all week." Over the past couple of days, they'd been tutoring Sage's little brother Harper, and his second cousin Spencer through master classes in penis pleasures. In fact, just that morning, they'd awoken to the exuberant, naked younger boys climbing into Sage and Colton's bed, demanding the special attention that their baby-sitters were introducing. With copious coconut oil, the teens had given Harper and Spencer full body massages. Starting from their toes, and working up the younger boys' slender little legs, they'd kneaded the tender limbs until Harper and Spencer were shuddering. Firmly squeezing and mashing the boys' soft, round buns, the young teens rubbed moans and gasps out of the 10-year-olds, before sliding their fingers within the steamy crevices. Over many minutes Colton and Sage slowly toyed with Harper and Spencer's tender boy holes. Taking their time, the young teens had finger fucked them until Harper and Spencer had humped dry orgasms into pillows. After kneading Harper and Spencer's backs until the boys almost passed out, Sage and Colton rolled them over, and repeated the process on the front. This time, however, they'd left the prizes for the last. Scrupulously avoiding the 10-year-olds' loins, the teens had glacially teased the boys' quivering inch-worms back into painful hardness by massaging everywhere else. Eventually, the 14-year-olds brought the boys to loud, writhing climaxes with oily, squelching hands, and lips sealed on their tiny knobs. And yet, though inflamed and drooling into their thermal underwear with syrupy need, Sage and Colton had gently rebuffed the younger boys eager advances, having promised one another to wait for the night ahead. By that afternoon, though, they were more than impatient to savage one another. Heading down the road to the lake for their usual afternoon swim, Sage walked with his hand around Colton's waist, while Colton draped his arm across Sage's shoulders. They were oblivious to occasional envious glances from passersby. Pulling Sage in with the crook of his arm, Colton tenderly kissed the brunette's cheek. "Just remember, I get dibs on your heart." "Like that's in doubt," Sage whispered, turning to kiss the boy on the lips. He was so painfully in love with Colton, it almost hurt. A few minutes later, they arrived at the lake, set off from the main festival grounds. For the first time that week, the crowds splashing around the azure, forest-rimmed lake were sparse. Usually, it was crowded, and the teens would hike a quarter mile away, to a deserted stretch. After cooling off in the spring-fed water, they'd inevitably spend a good hour in a stand of trees, "warming up" with kisses, caresses, and explosive ejaculations. The boys put temptation aside, choosing to join the two dozen or so half-clothed and naked adults and kids frolicking dead ahead. Leaning against a rock, they shed their boots and socks, then untied their sarongs. They stopped briefly to study one another in the matching sheer, satiny designer briefs Colton had supplied. Colton's red waistband bisected his glorious pelvic "V," while his slender, yet muscular buns filled the his silky underpants like they'd been painted on him. Colton's tan line, an artifact of his board shorts, was solid at the waist - an inch or two above his undies - and a gradient half-way down his thighs. Sage's pallid loins, shielded year-round by the skimpy speedo he wore to daily swim practice, framed his snug little briefs in a larger haloing vanilla triangle. A moment later, the boys flung their underpants onto their meager pile of possessions, and dove into the lake, drowning their twitching prongs before they could harden. Swimming out to the fringes of the crowd, the boys splashed and wrestled, giggling and joking, finally just floating and debating which bands to see next. Their long hair swirled together like fig jam mixing with lemon curd. Sage stood up again, in water rising to his rib cage, and noticed three girls in animated conversation, pointing at the boys. They seemed to be strawberry blond sisters; one older teenager and two identical twins roughly the same age and Colton and Sage. "Hey! You guys mind if we join you?" The older girl called out, waving at the boys. Not even waiting for a reply, she unbuttoned a shirt printed with skulls. "Great. So much for privacy," Colton quietly grumbled. Following suit, the younger girls stripped down to plain pink panties, every bit as innocent as their newly budding boobs. The older girl's enormous jugs swayed above something she wore that neither boy had ever seen before: a thong. "I've gotta get you into one of those," Colton whispered quietly. "A vagina?" Sage replied, sarcastically. "No thanks." "It wouldn't be the first time, Sage." In fact, there would be a few more times, because Sage wasn't completely repelled by girls. But that's another story for another time. Meanwhile, the older teen had shed her thong, revealing a bald snatch that belied her ripened chest-fruit. "Uh, dude?" Colton whispered with a giggle, elbowing Sage. "Check it out. Shaving your stuff is the future." Sage rolled his eyes. Though he'd finally started to grow a small patch of pubic hair over the last year, Colton had talked him into removing it. But if Colton wanted both of them smooth, he'd do it. The oldest of the girls, Franky, was 17, and though she was friendly enough, she was clearly disappointed by the two 14-year-olds. It turned out, she'd thought Sage was another girl (a mistake growing more common since Colton had convinced him to grow out his hair). At the same time, the 12-year-old twins were clearly smitten with the late-blooming boys. Both glanced downward several times, vainly trying to discern the boys' bodies through the rippling water. Comically, they exaggerated their movements, thrusting their pink nippled baby breasts toward the boys. Learning the girls and their family were camping near Sage and Colton's camp, the surfer inwardly groaned. But, always affable, he kept the girls laughing. Eventually, he was relieved when one of the younger girls started shivering. "Arrrrrrr-en't you guys c-c-c-c-old?" Cathy asked through chattering teeth. "Nah," Sage said. "It's nice." He trained in an unheated pool, and Colton spent every morning in the chilly Pacific. "Well, I'm getting out," Cathy said. "Me too," Becky, her twin replied, though shyly suggesting the boys wanted to join them on the beach. Disappointment washed across her face when the boys rebuffed the idea. "Thought they'd never leave," Colton murmured. "Well, if you weren't acting all Jim Carrey, they'd have been history years ago," Sage retorted. "Not with you hitting on them like a gigolo," Colton quietly teased. "You calling me a whore?" Sage giggled, absently watching the girls pull their clothes back on. "Yes," Colton chuckled. "You're a dirty little whore," he said, while his fingers traced Sage's firm, slender bottom, "A naughty little slut." The girls debated something, then laughed loudly. Stooping down, the two younger girls scooped up the boys' things, while Franky called out, "Do you guys know who these belong to?" "Come on! Those are ours'!" Sage called back. "What? I can't hear you!" Franky said, clearly toying with them, and laughing. Sage and Colton played along, yelling, "Stop! Thieves!" They expected the girls to drop their things and leave. Franky shrugged and yelled back. "Still can't hear you. We're takin' this stuff to Lost and Found." The girls started to scamper off, while the boys raced in after them. Once Sage and Colton started emerging from the water, the girls halted. Laughing hysterically, they high-fiving one another. While the boys trotted out of the water, the girls studied their gleaming, streaming, smooth tanned bodies. As they walked toward them, Sage gave a side-eyed glance at Colton's junk turtling into the boy's body. "Looks like you're missing your third leg," Sage giggled, while they strode toward the girls. "You think a Peter Snapper got it?" "You're no one to talk with that pussy," Colton quietly replied, mocking Sage's half-buried ball of smooth and shrunken boyhood. "That makes you a pussy-eater." As Sage and Colton neared, the twins couldn't hide their amusement at the boys' cold-shriveled cocks, though they didn't say anything. But really, the twins were glad they weren't all hairy and veiny, like men. Gross. With his hands on his hips, and ignoring the girls' obvious attention to his cowering cock, Colton demanded their belongings back. "Sure, but only if you walk us home," Becky replied, coyly. "Fine. Whatever." While the boys quickly dressed, the girls grilled them. "Do you guys have girlfriends?" "No!" "Why not?" "Because." "Because why?" "Arrrrrr!" Sage shook his head with a rare note of angry frustration. "Because this." Combing his hands into Colton's long, blond locks, Sage pulled the boy's attention away from tying his sarong. His look of surprise quickly melted into a smile, just before their lips met for a long and glorious kiss. While Sage rubbed Colton's neck, the tall blond caressed Sage's slender, bronzed back. The three girls stared in shock. When the boys uncoupled, momentarily leaving a string of saliva bridging their glistening lips, Cathy gasped. "You guys are...gay?" "As gay as pro wrestling," Colton snickered, while squeezing Sage's hand. "No fucking way," Becky bitterly grumbled, while realizing the matching undies, sarongs and hair styles should have been a clue. And come to think of it, neither boy had checked out their tits. "What a waste." All the same, by the time the group parted at the girls' camp, they planned to meet up that night to go dancing. "Maybe that Justin kid likes girls," Colton mused, while the boys strolled into their own camp. "You never can tell." In fact, when the group hit the techno music clearing that night, it turned out that Justin was just what the twins were looking for. Moreover, he liked girls as much as boys. Not a hour into sweaty rhythms, Cathy and Becky were trading kisses with the soon-to-be 7th grader, while caressing his willowy little torso. Since the girls weren't fighting over Justin, Sage idly wondered if they did everything together. If only Colton had an identical twin... The very thought opened the blood gates into his penis, and he had to readjust himself while still dancing. Yet the clearing was so packed with young adult ravers, most obviously not sober, that nobody but Colton noticed. Laughing, he yelled something at Sage, but the brunette couldn't hear him. Colton shook his head with amusement, and pulled his friend to the clearing's edge, where their jackets and backpacks lay in a heap. Colton needed no words when he pushed Sage up against a tree. Their lips fluttered together on a breeze of desire that quickly churned into a hurricane of need. Mashing their mouths, and rotating their heads, they bored into one another with their tongues, sharing saliva and breath and the heat of incendiary arousal. Their tummies rested together, undulating with their rapidly increasing breath, and their hard young cocks pressed through the thin fabric of their tights, taunted by the separation through thin and slippery lycra. "God you're so fucking hot," Colton heaved into Sage's ear through the boy's long, sweat-dripping brunette hair. Then, he gently nibbled on the lobe, while his hand slipped under the tails of his best friend's perspiration-soggy psychedelic shirt. His hand travelled south, landing on the familiar hardness, and Colton slowly rubbed the throbbing head with his palm, making Sage gasp and sigh. Tracing his his lips all around Sage's cheek, Colton relished the contours of Sage's 5-inch pubescence as it quaked through its skimpy, skin-tight sheathing against his hand. It wasn't often Sage went commando, but as he'd pointed out to Colton, you could clearly see the outlines and color of one's underwear on the white half of the matching, sweat-soaked harlequin tights both boys wore. "Wanna get out of here?" Colton said, his eyes alight with desire. "Uh-huh!" Sage nodded with a grin. "Should we say good bye?" "Nah." Colton shook his head, and quickly steered Sage onto a forest road. Away from the lights, the boys pulled out their flashlights, and hiked in the darkness to a hill they'd found earlier that week. Though it was beyond the boundary line for the festival, nobody patrolled the deep woods perimeter, and they had the crest to themselves. There wasn't much of a view through the redwood trees, but bursts of light flickered through the forest, while the distant crowd roar rolled like beach waves. Wordlessly, Sage pulled a throw blanket out out of his backpack, spread it on the ground, sat down and shut off his flashlight. Reaching over, he shut off Colton's flashlight, as well. "I was hoping to be able to see you," Colton quietly grumbled. "No problemo, dude," Sage replied, digging into his backpack and retrieving a pair of thick, white candles and a lighter. "You romantic," Colton replied with a grin, while getting a blanket out of his backpack, and peeling off his jacket. After Sage had the candles lit on a nearby rock, Colton eased Sage out of his coat, and wrapped his blanket over the both of them. Sitting side by side with crossed legs, and arms around each other's waists, the boys watched the dim light show, while caressing one another's thighs. "This is really beautiful." "You're really beautiful, Sage." "Come here, you jerk," Their lips met for a series of gentle pecks, then landed for a long, lingering ballet. Slowly, their tongues met, and then surged together like lovers reunited after an interminable separation. While their mouths swirled in a confluence of passion, the boys feathered one another's torsos and legs. Colton pushed Sage down, onto his back, and the brunette smiled up at him with a look of something deeper and more profound than eager expectation. Before shifting his blanket around, Colton slyly pulled up the hem of Sage's shirt, revealing a turgid pole straining against its lycra prison. The material was practically painted on, and Colton could make out every detail of the boy's weeping, circumcised head, through the white half of his harlequin dance leggings. Sage spread his legs widely, and Colton lay his full weight on top of the boy, face to face, while bundling them warmly together with his blanket. Throbbing boy prongs nuzzled needfully through two layers of thin, stretchy fabric, while the boys gazed into each other eyes. "You're so hard." 
"You're harder." Giggling, the boys flexed their hard-ons into one another a few times. "See? You're harder." "No, you." Sage caressed Colton's face with one hand. Their friendship was effortless, and their feelings efflorescent. Grinning, they kissed again, lightly at first, then with growing fervor. Their tongues danced and wrestled, and their hearts beat faster. Pushing up onto his elbows, Colton slid his forearms behind Sage's armpits. While gazing into his grinning friend's shimmering eyes, Colton languidly rocked his hips, pressing his blood-engorged boy beast into his best friend's diamond hardness. "Mmmmphhh..." "Uuuuuuhhhh!" The itchy friction ruptured sparking waves of tickles up and down Sage's tender tool, and he pumped up to meet each of Colton's thrusts. Sliding his hands under Colton's waistband, Sage feathered all around the boy's small and slender, yet muscular melons. They were so firm, while the skin was soft and smooth. Sage moaned both from the sensation in his hands, and the blistering need in his throbbing hardness. When the fire in his groin burned brighter, Sage anchored 8 fingers into the Colton's crease, and his thumbs into the divots rhythmically expanding and contracting behind the surfer's hips with every thrust. Cinched into his friend's solid buns, Sage pulled himself violently into Colton's boy grinder. "Oooooh Gaaawd! Ooooh...uhhhh!" "Go slower...babe!" Colton pled with ragged gasps. But with his balls seemingly over-filled, Sage was losing his will power in the face of relief he needed so badly. Colton stopped pumping, and pushing up with his knees, levered his hips up and way from Sage's, making the boy squeak with frustration. Colton kissed Sage's nose, and smiled into the boy's eyes. "Let's cum together, dude. We can do it!" In their year together, Sage had never been able to hold out, always cumming well before Colton. But at first, his hair trigger didn't matter, because he could fire off two or three more rounds, before needing to rest. But now that puberty was setting in, his refractory period was growing longer, and he knew Colton was right: he had to be his pecker's boss. "Close your eyes, and breath to a count of five," Colton whispered. It was something he'd read in one of his parents' sex books. Sage nodded, and closed his eyes to the candle-lit view of his gorgeous boyfriend, and counted, while inhaling and exhaling. Still, he managed to pull a hand out of Colton's tights, and briefly sucked on the middle finger. Moments later, that digit was twirling around Colton's sweat-dampened anus. His breathing matched his very slow circumnavigations around Colton's tight little ring. He focused on nothing but breathing and teasing, pulling life into his lungs, and releasing energy through his probing finger. Though Sage was growing harder than he'd ever imagined possible, his chest rose and fell with slowing regularity, and he escaped the orgasmic gravity well. Colton's clenching rose blossomed under Sage's gentle touch, and Sage opened his eyes and grinned up at Colton when he was a knuckle deep. Colton winced, then smiled. Biting his lower lip mischievously, he nodded at the brunette, and pushed his ass back toward the boy's intruding finger. Sage gently fingered him deeper, until he found Colton's joy buzzer. "Uhhhhh!, Yessssssssss, Sage!" The brunette gave the boy's prostate a quick "come hither" massage, making Colton shudder, and moan loudly. Slowly, rhythmically, Sage drilled in and out. With every plunge, Sage played with Colton's acorn, and the surfer's iron boyhood correspondingly thrummed up into his own smooth pubis. Colton thrust back in time, eager for the aching delight he felt in his bowels, while breathing like a bellows through gritting teeth. His canyon - like his arm pits - grew wetter. While Sage pried apart his best friend's grapefruit, he could imagine Colton's glorious gateway transforming from a wrinkled pink-and-brown starfish into a reddish solar disk. "UUuuuuuuuuuh!!" Colton's eyes clenched shut, while a second finger impaled him, gently, but insistently, and he stopped fucking Sage's hands with his ass. The searing pain made him quiver for a moment. It had been a couple weeks since Sage had stretched him out, but he loved the slow, patient way his boyfriend took his time, tenderly trespassing into his forbidden chamber. At last, both fingers plunged in and out, now merely rubbing his special place with every touchdown. The pain subsided, and Colton leaned down, giving Sage a lingering kiss, while keeping his cock inches away from its mate. Pulling up again, raising his face toward the foggy tree tops, Colton resumed pushing back against Sage's excavating digits. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! That's it! That's it! Oh yeeeeah!" The pressure on his prostate was steady, a clockwork pounding of cramping and sparkling pleasure. Nestled in the fecund forest with Sage, Colton's arousal grew with primitive ferocity. Suddenly, muscles rippled behind and around his rigid bone. As his balls started tightening, Colton gasped, reeling perilously close to the edge. "Ssss...Stop, Sage! Uhhhhhhhhh!" Colton shivered and squeezed his friend's digits with his rectum. Sage's fingers froze at the cavern entrance, and he used Colton's buns to pull himself up and give the boy a peck on the lips. "Well, there's a first," Sage whispered, amused. "Yea..uuuuh...." Colton shut his eyes, and slowed his breathing, while Sage gently caressed his buttocks. The tide in his nuts receded, but his storm-tossed cock never softened. A few minutes later, Colton grinned down at Sage. "I love feeling you inside me." "I love you. Period." "Me too." Their lips met again, for a long slurry of kisses, then Colton dragged his lips to Sage's ear. "I want you really inside me." "Do you want my penis inside you?" Sage coyly questioned, with joking formality. Colton giggled. "Yes. Please insert your very HARD penis in my very TIGHT asshole." Sage laughed, then gave the boy another gentle kiss. Colton and Sage lumbered around, changing places, with the blond on all fours, and Sage behind and top of him. The top blanket draped over them like a furniture cover. After caressing Colton through his tights for a moment, Sage pulled the waist band down to mid thigh. On the way, it caught Colton's 4-inch hardness, which snapped up into his lean, streamlined pubis. The blanket fell off of Sage's shoulders, while he pulled his own tights down to mid-thigh, and both young teens exposed their most tender regions to the chilly night air. Sage opened the nearby plastic bottle of lube, and warmed up a palmful with both hands. Moving quickly, he greased his turgid, 5-inch boy meat, from the smooth base to his circumcised head, then worked it all around the rim of Colton's loosened love hole, and into the tunnel. At the same time, he reached around with his other hand, and slathered Colton's uncut 4-inches, then the boy's tight, bald scrotum. Though recently detached from the base of Colton's cock, it was still a tight, smooth sphere, and Sage pulled on it a few times, gently fondling each of the boy's sensitive grapes. "You ready?" "Born ready, baby. Fuck me hard." "I'll fuck you blind." Pulling the blanket back over them, Sage lay his chest on Colton's back. How he wished it were Colton's skin he could feel on his hard little nipples, instead of layered clothing. Still, at last, his hungry, enraged cock was between Colton's buttocks, once again. While hugging Colton's chest with one arm for balance, Sage guided his passion pole deeper into the cleft, until it touched down. But the slick and slippery stiffy slid up and down the canyon, without gaining purchase. "Here, let me," Colton whispered. Bending until his shoulder touched the ground, he reached back to grip Sage's probing prong. Guiding it to the entrance, he held Sage's cap in place. "OK: push!" Resting both arms on Colton's back, Sage gently thrust forward, through the boy's tight grip. He felt the tip parting a small curtain of flesh, then pierce the snug, rubbery portal. Colton grunted, and Sage mewled, when the invader's head popped through. The boys rested for a moment, until Colton urged Sage on, while pushing his ass back. "Yeeesssssssssssss!!" "Ohhhhhhhh - Cooooolt!" Driving steadily, but patiently, Sage injected inch after inch, rubbing across Colton's prostate with more power than his fingers could ever summon. "Yeeesssssssssssss!!" Finally, Sage's glistening pubic mound rested against Colton's butt cheeks, while his more fully developed scrotum swung against the blond's spherical sack like a hairless set of pink wrecking balls. "Soooo tight!" "Dude, you're so big and hard!" In truth, Sage's cock was only an inch longer than when they'd first met, though it was definitely thicker. At the same time, Colton's growing length outpaced any other signs of boy's puberty, now twice the two-inches Sage had first sucked a year before. By the time Colton's voice started changing, he'd be swinging a monster. Rising up, Colton rested his front weight on his hands, while Sage wrapped the boy's chest with both arms. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, drawing his cock a couple of inches out of Colton's tightly gripping anus. Gently, he pushed back in. To and fro, Sage's helmet rubbed Colton's prostate, and the surfer inhaled sharply ever time. Fiery tingles rolled up and back in Sage's cock, as it plowed and pulled in and out, with a slow and steady rhythm. At the same time, the pain died in Colton's ass, replaced by an irrepressible fullness and tingling pressure. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Sage!" Filling Colton with throbbing steel, Sage pumped faster, breathing harder. Sliding one hand back from Colton's chest, under the boy's shirttails, Sage held Colton's throbbing gristle firmly by the knob with three fingertips, and stroked it with its own foreskin. "Uuuuuuuh!" Colton squeezed Sage's intruder with his bowels, crushing a gasp out of the brunette. Sage stopped thrusting, and flexed his cock in the meaty sea. Colton squeezed him again in reply, and the boys spent a few moments in wordless communion, trading caresses deep inside Colton's guts. Eventually, Sage started up again, pumping gradually faster, and faster, until the woods vaguely echoed with the blanket-muffled sounds of slapping flesh. God it felt so good: that tightness around his boy shaft, pulling back and forth, while its head was buried in an inferno of wet pleasure. He mirrored what he felt in his cock with his hand, fully engulfing Colton's cock in a tightly squeezing fist, stroking in the same rhythm, and losing himself in the pounding drums signaling from his heart to his loins. Plowing harder, slamming faster, he anchored himself to Colton's chest like a sailor about to be washed overboard. But as his balls started contracting, he faced down the storm, and slowed his thrusting to a halt. "That's..it...t-taa..take your time." Colton was impressed. Like a sapling in Spring, Sage was flourishing, mastering his adolescent sprout. When the moment had passed, Sage resumed his steady grinding. He pumped his pubescent cock deeply into Colton's tightly muscled ingress with the mature and measured cadence of a boy much older than 14. Sage's steady thrusting and stroking quickly lured Colton's climax out from the shadows. Yet this time, the surfer wouldn't deny it. He needed it. He begged for it. `Oh...oh...OHH! Fuck me harder, Sage!" However, this is when the smaller brunette first learned how to really top. Despite Colton's pleas, Sage froze his hips and hands. Releasing Colton from his embrace, Sage rose, kneeling straight up. The blanket fell back to his calves, and chilly night enveloped the boys' sweaty thighs like a bracing slap. When Colton's budding orgasm died on the vine, Sage slowly plowed again, pushing and pulling Colton's hip with one hand, while letting the blond fuck his other fist. When he felt his own cock threatening to detonate, Sage slowed to glacial pace. And then, he slowly sped up, slapping his hips into Colton's bottom with the sound of a puttering outboard motor. "Wait - wait...Sa..Sage!" Colton gasped. "Let me roll over." The boys pulled their tights off, and Colton rolled onto his back, with Sage lying partially on top, and partially with his side on the ground. Colton's left leg was hooked over Sage's shoulder, tenting the retrieved upper blanket. Their lips met for a flurry of resonant kisses, while Sage gently eased his love gun back into Colton's cock holster. "Mmmmpppph...uuuh!" Sage was deep inside Colton, filling him completely. The two boys were almost merged in ecstatic fulfillment. At the same time, sweltering animal lust blended with their profound love into an elemental force. While clutching Colton's shoulder for leverage with his left hand, Sage caressed his friend with the right, his fingers tracing up under Colton's shirt, then past sinewy hips to muscular thighs and back. Huffing with each pump into Colton, Sage throttled his friend's body forward and back. The surfer clutched Sage's shoulder with one arm, and, clutching a fistful of boy bun with the other, pulled himself into Sage's needful plowing. With granite-hard meat pummeling his prostate, sending steady waves of joy out of his bowels, Colton could barely think, panting and moaning and floundering in aching sparkles. He hugged Sage harder, barely holding on. Sage pulled his caressing hand away from Colton's hip, and wrapped that arm around the boy's thigh. Withdrawing his swollen hardness almost all the way out of the blond's tight wringer, he slammed back in, hard, raking itchy fire through his entire length. And then he pounded the boy again and again and again. Sage was losing any control, and surrendering to his supercharging piston. "Gonna...gonna...cu...cummm...soon! "Do it...bay-baby! Uhh!! Uhhh! Fuck...my ass! F..fuu...Fill me up!" Colton was almost there, as well. Unwrapping his arm from Sage's shoulder, Colton clasped his angry prong with a thumb and two fingers. Ferociously fapping his four-inch flesh flute, he almost flensed it in his fury, while Sage pummeled his portal. With his tight round scrotum bouncing up and down on Sage's pumping pole, Colton quickly felt the pressure inside building tectonically, pulling at his balls. "Fuh...FUCK ME BABE...FUUUUUUUCK!!!" It was like a pressure wave washed from his ass and his nuts, in a ball of fury. Colton's cock erupted savagely. "AAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAHH!!!!" Two small jets of watery juice spurted out, then Colton's cock dribbled and dry retched, pulsing with pleasure. At the same time, Colton's sphincter reflexively crushed Sage's boy cock in time with his ejaculations, sending Sage over the edge. Ribbons of muscles pulled from Sage's asshole, compressing his nuts, and Sage's boyhood bloomed inside Colton. Itchy fire flowered in his nuts, and a bouquet of boy seed burst deeply into Colton. "UUUUUHH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!" Sage's howls mixed with Colton's, and he pumped and pumped and pumped, driving as far as he could into his best friend. With their eyes clenched shut, new galaxies seemed to flourish before the boys. Losing themselves in time and space, they were, for several moments, one soul, merged in drumming bursts of ecstasy. Eventually, their moans faded with their dry pulsations, and falling out of the explosive light, the boys returned to some semblance of their selves, lying in a sweaty heap. It took a minute before either boy could catch his breath and speak. "That was...did you feel...like..?" Colton nodded his head. He couldn't describe the magic they'd shared, but it wouldn't be the last time they'd conjure it. "That was...it was...You were AMAZING!" "WE...were...amazing!" Realizing his left foot had fallen asleep, Colton pulled his leg off Sage's shoulder, laying it alongside the boy. Inadvertently, he ejected Sage's cock from his body, making the brunette sigh with disappointment. "Ss...Sorry...baby," Colton heaved, then kissed Sage's sweaty cheek, and combed a finger through his friend's damp hair. Sage raised himself and merged his lips with Colton's. The blond was the best friend he'd ever know, and his kiss endured on both their lips long after he laid his head back onto Colton's shoulder. For the first time in almost an hour, the roaring murmurs and flashing lights of the festival caught their attention. "Shit, I wish we were somewhere else," Sage mused. "Just us, on a beach." "Hawaii! We could be doing it on an empty beach in Hawaii!" "Yeah, someday, we'll fuck in Hawaii." In fact, two years later, they made love in gentle, knee-high waves on a stretch of Maui, during a Vannerman family trip. Over the following years, they found many other exotic locations to incarnate their desires. But they returned to Launiupoko Beach to consummate their marriage in 2013. "I love you so much, dude." "I love you more." Colton wrapped his arms tightly around Sage, who rested his head against Colton's shoulder once again. The boys lay in the wordless contentment of two friends who'd grown from acquaintances, to something deeper than lovers. Knowing each other's deepest secrets, they trusted one another in a way few friends ever could. It wasn't just love. They were bespoke parts fitting only each other. Thinking about how different his life would have been had he not met Colton at summer camp a year before, Sage sighed, and caressed the blond's damp thigh, under the snuggly blanket. Of course, Colton burst the moment. "Are you gonna knock up the twins before we leave?" Colton smirked. Laughing, Sage gently punched Colton in the ribs. "No, dude. I'm gonna give you a butt baby." "Then you'd better get back to work." Sage did. That night, and for years to come. + + + EPILOGUE: Though their relationship was tested a few times, especially during their college years, Sage and Colton were destined for a lifetime together. Today, they divide their time between Los Angeles and Washington State. = = = = = = = = = = = The end. Whether you enjoyed this story, or merely endured it, please make a donation to Nifty, and keep LGBTQ fiction alive. Thanks.