Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 14:23:46 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 8 ============================ In the heat of August, our two young teens find romance and take a walk on Colton's wild side. Trigger warning: fetishes and gender play abound, and the "L" word is used. if If you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ============================================================ "Mikey! Bienvenidos, dude!" Colton Vannerman called enthusiastically, to the12-year-old boy practicing skateboard tricks on his driveway. "Just get back? "Hey, Colt!" The boy replied with a grin. Shaking hands, he pulled Colton in for a quick hung. "I've been back for week. Where you been? I haven't seen you at Zues'," Mikey continued, referring to the beach where they surfed. Shirtless, the boy had a farmer's tan on his arms, neck and face, while everything else was sunburnt. His baggy shorts hung low on his hips, displaying a good 2 inches of checkered boxers. "I've been hitting Mondo's with my grom here, Sage," Colton said. "Sage, this here is Mikey Prescott. Mikey, this is my very good amigo Sage, who's visiting from Burbank." After shaking hands with Sage, Mickey quietly said, "I like to go by `Michael,' now." Colton nodded, suppressing his amusement. Though still a young boy, Michael had obviously picked up at least one adult affectation over the summer. As middle school "surf rats," low on the social hierarchy, Michael and Colton had to hit the waves well before older surfers arrived, and then yielded the choice sets to them if they stuck around. Though Colton was a year older, he'd made friends with Michael, despite the 12-year-old's occasionally immature antics. So he was genuinely glad to see the kid when Sage and he had been bicycling home after Sage's afternoon chores. Michael tossed back his longish brunette hair, lifting his jaw to look in appraisal of Sage. "From the Valley, huh?" "Yeah," Colton quickly interjected. "But he's no tourist, bro." Colton summarized how he'd met Sage at coaching camp weeks before, noting that Sage had been in the swimming program, while Colton and his cousin, Cassie, had been in the soccer section. And without saying it directly, Colton made it clear he'd suffer no one giving Sage shit for being a flatlander. Until that moment, Colton had never before realized how much he'd bought into the ugly tribal classism of beach culture. "How was Ohio?" Colton asked, barely suppressing a smirk at the irony of Michael's affected localism. Michael's family had moved from Ohio only three years before, and the boy spent most of every summer staying with relatives back in the midwest. The brunette surfer rolled his eyes with disdain. "So fucking boring, dude. I mean, seriously, it's just corn and hogs." The soon-to-be-7th grader hated spending summers on his grandparents' farm. "How did Jimmy deal?" Colton asked, referring to the Michael's older brother, a very hunky older teen. "He's still there," Michael replied. "He's got all kinds of work. But on a fucking tractor." Michael's tone bubbled with amusement. Then, with an evil grin, he became every bit the kid with beans to spill. "You guys can keep a secret, right?" Brimming with unrestrained mirth, he practically begged them to swear secrecy. After they did, Michael led them into the house. As they walked down a hall, Sage couldn't help but survey the boy's ass. Baggy shorts left so much a mystery, and Sage wished they'd shimmy down the boy's legs. "When I got back, I had to help move Jimmy's furniture out of his room, `cause we're redoing all the floors. So I pulled out the drawers from his dresser, to lighten the load, ya know?" Michael motioned them into his room, which had a freshly polished, hardwood floor. Closing the door, he continued, "When I pulled out the bottom drawer, there was a bunch of porn in the space underneath." Sage and Colton gave the boy a blank look. "You're saying a high school boy has some porn stashed away? That's the big secret?" Colton asked, sarcastically. "What kid his age doesn't?" With a knowing smirk, Michael replied, "Not this kind." Rummaging in his closet, Michael pulled out a paper grocery bag, and emptied a stack of well-thumbed magazines. "Jimmy is a butt-bandit!" Michael exclaimed, triumphantly. "And he's into some weird shit." Sitting down, Michael picked up one black-and-white magazine with a German title. Flipping through it, he gleefully showed the boys page after page of burly, bearded men in leather fucking younger, slender men, frequently tied up and helpless. "Check this out!" Michael said, opening another, thinner publication, featuring a man in a motorcycle gang jacket tying another man over some kind of rack. The prone man wore leather trousers with a big circular opening in place of a seat. Over the next few pages, the biker whipped and paddled the prone man's hairy buttocks, though clearly not injuring him. And then the biker spread the man's legs far apart. "Ahahaha!" "Gross! That's fucking disgusting." "Is that normal?" Sage asked, in wonder and dismay. They were mesmerized by a closeup of the prone man's anus, bracketed with two buttock walls of fur. Even the man's perineum was thickly forested. "Fuck, I don't know," Colton said. "Maybe?" There were a couple of normal gay magazines with ordinary sex between college-age boys, and Sage had to look away, before his twitching cock tented his trousers. "You're not gonna bust Jimmy are you?" Colton asked Michael in a very serious tone. Michael shook his head. "Of course not. Shit, I hid these before my mom came in the room. I saved his ass. So he owes me." "Uh-huuuuh..." Colton replied slowly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "How many blow jobs you think this is worth?" Michael asked the boys with a devilish smile. "I think at least two a week until Marci Granger gets serious with me." "Jimmy's cool, dude," Colton replied, with barely restrained scorn. "And he's awesome to you. Blackmailing him is kinda shitty." Stunned, Michael turned toward Sage. "What do think, dude? My bro's a fag, and I get horny. It's like supply and demand." Sage thought for a moment. "It's more like you making demands. Try being nice and see if he's into it. Maybe he could practice on you. But blackmail's very uncool." "I think he's getting practice in with Jesse Lawrence," Michael replied with a chuckle, referring to another Zeus Beach surfer who stayed over at their house frequently. "But...maybe you guys are right." Before they headed homeward, Sage had one last piece of advice. "If you wanna be nice, you gotta drop slurs, like `fag.'" ============================================= "Have you two been rummaging around in the attic?" Colton's mother asked, with a laugh, as the boys joined Colton's family for dinner. "Yeah," Colton replied, while Sage and he sat down for fried chicken. Colton's older sister, Ashlee, grinned with amusement, "Are those my old socks?" She could understand why her gay brother dug out the now-unfashionably short and tight soccer shorts he'd worn 2 years before, but the striped, thigh-high cotton stockings seemed a bit feminine for the two rugged 13-year-olds. Colton shrugged with a smile. "They're warm." Sage nodded, picking up a drumstick. "Yep. Totally." Pink and purple, horizontally striped stockings stretched down Sage's sinewy legs, from underneath the hem of the boy's baggy basket ball shorts. Meanwhile, two or three inches below Colton's very short shorts, his blue and white striped stockings neglected to cover a pallid stretch of muscular flesh. As the boys wolfed down dinner, Mr. Vannerman chuckled. "You could wear trousers." "Not as rad, Dad," Colton replied. Both parents sighed. They never understood their kids' fashion choices under normal circumstances. But with Colton out-of-the-closet, at least at home, they'd never be able to tell what was a trend and what was self-expression After dinner, Ashlee left to hang out with friends, while the boys joined the adults to watch another miserable Dodgers game on TV. Sighing after the last inning, Colton's parents left for bed, telling the boys not to stay up too late. Colton lay against the left arm of the couch, clicking through TV programs, while Sage was entwined around him. The boys lightly caressed one another, bored with everything on 127 cable channels. Colton's free arm was draped around Sage's shoulders, and he caressed the boy's brunette hair. Colton kissed him on the side of his nose, and then his cheek. "You really going to tell your parents?" Colton asked, quietly. While the Vannermans had talked with the boys about their sexuality after they'd been injudiciously loud one night the previous week, Sage hadn't yet brought the subject up with own parents during any of his calls home. "Yeah," Sage said, "I can't just get an appointment with the doctor and not tell them why. Besides, I want to." While Colton's parents accepted and validated their son's homosexuality, they were insistent the boys commit to Safe Sex. To that end, that morning, Colton had seen his pediatrician. She'd given him a general exam, taken down his boxers to inspect his genitals and anus, then drew blood. Several hours later, his mother had gotten a call with the good news that Colton was clear of any STDs. However that didn't clear Sage. "You think they'll be OK with it?" Colton asked, peering with concern into Sage's sparkling, hazel eyes. "I think so," Sage answered, not entirely convinced. His gay uncle was close with his family. Also, his mom was a professor at Cal Tech, and his dad was a screenwriter, so they both had a few gay friends from their jobs. Nevertheless, it was 1992, and parents could be perfectly tolerant of a lot of things, except when it came to their children. "Either way, it's not like I can do anything about it," Sage added, shrugging. The boys lips drew together, for a long and tender kiss. Sage glided his hand from Colton's slender hip, behind to the boy's muscular bun. While Sage squeezed the boy's bottom, Colton's hand slipped up inside the baggy leg opening in Sage's basketball shorts, and caressed the boy's rigid prong through his skimpy briefs, using his fingernails. Colton and Sage's lips parted, and, smiling into one another's eyes, they rubbed noses. "You have such a fine ass, Colt," Sage whispered. "Your boner's the bomb" Colton whispered back. "It's so hard." Sage drew his fingers across Colton's lap, finding a steely point jutting straight out, unrestrained by any underwear. With Sage's increasingly frequent, random boners, he could never be so bold. "So are you," Sage said, circling the tip with his forefinger. "Let's go to your room and do something about it." As Colton got up, Sage leered at the gap of pallid flesh between the boy's stockings, and his very short shorts. It was such a seductive hint of barely veiled sexuality. After brushing their teeth and peeing, Colton closed his bedroom door and turned off the light. Wrapping his arms around Sage, Colton cocked his head, and gazed at him. "Now, where were we?" Colton asked. Sage brushed Colton's shoulder length blond hair back, and leaned in for a brief kiss. And then another. Smacking Colton's lips with his own a couple of more times, he grinned at the boy. "We were talking about your totally rad ass," Sage said, with a grin. His hand slid down Colton's back to his bum, squeezing it through the tight nylon, and then gave it a spank. "Oh really. Would you like to spend more time with it?" Colton asked, mischievously. "What do you think?" Sage asked, with a giggle. Already, he could feel Colton's cock swelling again, pressing against his own erection, and Sage hugged him tightly for a moment. After Sage released him, Colton strolled to his desk, where he spread his feet widely. Bending over the desk, and resting his hands on its surface, Colton jutted his posterior invitingly toward Sage. "All your's, babe," he said, over his shoulder. Colton seemed to to shimmer in the dim streetlight, softened though evening fog. While bent forward, the lean, muscular 13-year-old's t-shirt covered half of his slender ass. His tight little shorts reached down only an inch or so below his mouth-watering buttocks. When he'd been 11, Colton's leg hems had hung more loosely, and further below his then-smaller buns. But now, with his legs spread, the hemlines cut into his thighs, creating canyons below his bum. And Colton's soccer-toned stems stretched his thigh-highs in a way that made Sage quiver. Standing behind Colton, Sage slowly caressed the boy's bottom, rubbing his hand up and down the center. "God, you have a sweet ass, dude," Sage whispered. Ever so slowly, Sage rubbed further, from the bottom of Colton's buttocks to his nuts, with the flat of his hand. Polishing that tender space over and over, he had Colton purring quickly. Stopping for a moment, he cupped the boy's nuts through his tight, almost unyielding nylon, and stroked Colton's prong with his fingertips. The boy's shorts just thick enough that Sage couldn't feel the detailed contours of the throbbing, diamond hardness he fondled so slowly, and rhythmically. Letting go of Colton's junk, Sage used both sets of fingers to lightly tickle the bare inches of inner thigh skin between Colton's stockings and his shorts. With his legs spread, that alluringly trampy region now included the indentations made by his pubis bones, at the top of his inner thighs. While still feathering Colton's bare thigh space with one hand, Sage's other thumb and forefinger slipped into the boy's leg openings, at last touching warm, steamy scrotum. Taking his time, Sage tenderly fondled one tiny succulent little ball with his thumb, and the other with his index finger. "Oh fuck, dude," Colton heaved. Sage's teasing was so slow and measured that Colton needed Sage's friction on his rigid boy hose, begging him to "touch it, please!" Sage could have tormented Colton more, but he was also eager to fill his fingers with the boy's turgid tool. Moving Colton's legs together, Sage pulled down the boy's shorts, which caught on Colton's slender little bone, snapping it against his pubic mound. Stepping out of his shorts, Colton spread his legs once again. He presented a staggeringly exquisite image, in just a t-shirt and thigh-high stockings. With barely descended testicles hidden by his slender, muscular ass, the broad-shouldered, long-haired boy could have been mistaken for a very athletic girl. Spreading Colton's feet a little further, Sage knelt between the boy's legs. Facing Colton's crack, he caressing up and down the creamy board-short silhouette, from it's border with his stockings, up his smooth legs and butt cheeks, under his t-shirt and back. After running his index fingers inside the circumference of Colton's thigh-highs, Sage kissed each of the boy's buns, then brushed Colton's buttocks with the sides of his face. Suddenly inspired, Sage opened his mouth widely, filling it with a section of Colton's right butt cheek, giving it a bite, and sucking on the the solid flesh through the boy's soft, smooth skin. Though he didn't bite hard, the gentle pressure of sharp choppers stung a little, and when Sage sucked on his flesh, Colton groaned. It hurt and felt so good at the same time. "Do the other one, babe," Colton whispered, and Sage complied, earning another groan. Little did the boys know, but the next day, Colton would have a pair of curious bruises on his behind. Colton's buttocks were slender, and yet muscular ovals, with indentations behind each hipbone that were accentuated when he walked. With his fingers in those divots, and thumbs inside the boy's crevice, Sage spread Colton's cheeks, releasing a soapy fragrance from the boy's earlier shower. Sage kissed Colton's clenching rosebud. Sage's extended his tongue, slithering it along Colton's valley floor. From top to bottom, and then back again, Sage tickled and traced, and occasionally gliding further, to suck on Colton's taint. Eventually, his detours included Colton's quivering grapes, clenching in their modest, hairless purse. But Sage kept licking, up and back, while squeezing Colton's buns, leaving the boy very wet, and achingly hard. "Oh, fuck, dude," Colton quietly gasped. Sage's dripping, teasing tongue had Colton's heart racing, and he was getting dizzy. His bowels involuntarily squeezed, rippling muscles through his groin. Swirling round Colton's starfish, Sage kept squeezing one of Colton's buns with one hand, while fumbling around to find the boy's rigid pre-pubescence. Colton gasped when Sage gripped his uncut knob firmly with his thumb and two fingers, pulling his foreskin forward, and pushing it back. Sweet, sweet friction was finally coming to his desperately throbbing, hairless prong. And yet Sage was going so slowly, it was tormenting, and Colton groaned, from both gratification and the need for more. Nonetheless, Sage's eager mouth, plying him from his hole to his bag, combined with his relentlessly steady helmet polishing, soon churned everything in Colton's abdomen. Hearing Colton's stifled moans rise in pitch, Sage licked and sucked Colton's ass like he was famished, while stroking the boy's head faster, and more firmly. "Don't stop, dude, please!" Colton's whispered plea was anguished. Just then, Sage felt Colton's anus clench against his tongue, and switched his grip to hold the boy's cock in an upward power fist, jerking him savagely. Despite Colton's firmly sealed lips, a stifled mewl resonated out of his mouth and nose, and Sage felt the boy's cock pulsating, and his anus clenching again. A couple of spurts filled his fingers, and Sage milked him more slowly, until Colton's wet member stopped twitching. Licking his hand clean, Sage savored the sweet, watery sap, and was grateful Colton's pediatrician had indirectly given Sage permission to consume his friend's ejaculate. Then, Sage sucked the coating of spunk from Colton's softening tool, while the boy caught his breath. Sage got up and, and the boys hugged tenderly. No words were needed while Sage and Colton communicated their love through their warm embrace. Their arms unwound, and as he stepped back half a pace, Sage helped Colton out of his t-shirt, leaving him in only his girl stockings. Colton peeled the t-shirt off of Sage, then slid down the boy's nylon basketball shorts. After Sage stepped out of them, Colton studied the other 13-year-old. Naked but for his colorfully striped thigh-highs and tight, white briefs, Sage looked indescribably innocent, and yet very sexy. Colton reached toward Sage's striped waistband, but then decided against denuding the boy of his undies, and he palmed the boy's throbbing erection. He didn't know why he found Sage so alluring in his underwear, but he relished the feeling of the boy's hardness, separated from his feathering fingers with combed cotton. "Let's get in bed," Colton whispered, leading Sage by the hand, then pulled down the covers. Sage lay on his back, cross-wise on the bed, with his feet flat on the floor. Wondering what Colton had up his sleeve, Sage grabbed a pillow and pulled it under his head. Colton didn't have a plan in mind. For the moment, he gazed at Sage's loins, admiring the pole stretching up the front of the boy's soft tighty-whities. In the reflected street light, his undies seemed to glow, in contrast with the maple colored, suntan on either side that cotton island. Colton knelt on the floor, spread Sage's feet, and caressed up Sage's legs, from his knees to the boy's underwear elastics and back. Leaning forward, he kissed Sage's cotton-cloaked boyhood at the damped tip, then pecked his way down its rigid length, to his sack. While gently gripping both of Sage's bare thighs just below his undies, Colton briefly sucked on Sage's scrotum through its cotton basket. Then, he licked Sage's throbbing length like a vanilla Popsicle. Up and back, Colton stroked Sage, until the boy squirmed and gasped, and his briefs were sopping with saliva. The wet, clinging material now revealed the boy's distinctive, circumcised head, which reminded Colton of his grandfather's Dutch WWII helmet. With the lightest touch, Colton traced his thumb and index finger on either side of Sage's pounding tumescence, soon making the boy whimper, and his legs flex and kick. Thrilled by Sage's barely restrained vocal and physical responsiveness, Colton's cock had re-engorged. He stroked Sage a little more firmly, but not too quickly. Sage had a hair trigger, and Colton had to be very careful not to set him off just yet. While feathering Sage's length, Colton brought his other fingers to the boy's balls. Cupping them through Sage's briefs, delicately tended to them with tickles and squeezes. At the same time, his own raging hardness demanded attention, and he unconsciously started rocking his hips, slowly grinding his angry cock into the side of his mattress. Seeing Colton humping his mattress added fuel to Sage's fire, and his own hips pushed up against Colton's fingers. Colton hadn't intended to make Sage cum in his underpants, but merely tease him. Yet things were snowballing out of his control. Humping his mattress harder, Colton started rubbing Sage firmly, with the flat of his hand, while squeezing the boy's balls more vigorously. Sage's panting grew to his tell-tale moans, just before he pulled the pillow over his face to smother them. Colton's forceful rubbing, and the raking of his fly seams against him, pulled increasingly itchy tickles from his cock out through his loins. Sage could feel muscles pulling, tightening his nuts, and the solid grip holding his scrotum added pounds of pressure that suddenly needed to escape from his love valve. His hips bucked up, and he couldn't stop crying out into his pillow. Sage saw stars bursting before his eyes, while he wet his underpants with jets of clear boy juice. After several more dry bursts, he finally collapsed, and pulled off the pillow to gulp in air. Just then, he saw Colton getting to his feet, and the boy's bone waved viciously, like a pirate's stagger. Colton pulled the other pillow onto the mattress edge. Spreading his legs widely a pace back from the bed, he lowered his loins onto the pillow. Pulling the front of Sage's wet briefs down, Colton hooked the waistband under Sage's nuts, revealing a still rigid, semen-glistening prong. Smiling at Sage with a look of dazed, shameless abandon, he started slowly humping the pillow. At the same time, he licked Sage's bag, then engulfed it with his mouth. For Sage, the sight was intoxicating. If his erection had ever retreated, just seeing Colton's slender hips plowing his pillow would have had him painfully hard, again. But with his nuts being scrubbed in Colton's mouth, Sage's whole body thrummed. Already, he needed to cum again! Sage gripped himself by the shaft with a thumb and two fingers, just inches from Coltons face, and beat his meat with with a steady rhythm that matched Colton's thrusts. The closeup view of Sage masturbating himself inflamed Colton, and he humped and sucked like a machine. Sage grit his teeth, and stroked himself faster, a hammering Colton could feel through Sage's nut sack. Colton was so aroused by Sage's fevered agitation that he moaned around the brunette's balls, and Sage could feel the vibrations in his anus. Very quickly, Sage's climax loomed, and he paused his meat beating for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Helping Sage back away from the edge, Colton let Sage's flabby, hairless bag slide wetly from his lips. Colton was now able to use his entire back, humping his pillow with serpentine grace, rolling from shoulder blades to ass. When Sage's orgasmic tide ebbed, he squeezed his dripping scrotum with one hand, and returned to vigorous stroking with the other. Gazing into each other's eyes, boys urged each other on with simple nods, and slack-jawed smiles. But as the boys grew approached the crest, their heavy panting turned to quiet moans. Almost at once, the boys each felt their insides tightening, pulling, and contracting. "So...So...Close!" Colton gasped. "Jack it hard, dude, jack it!" "Gonna...Gonnna...ugh...uhh...UGHH," Sage heaved and whined. "Here...it...COMES!" Sage pulled the pillow back over his face to stile a shriek, as an aching fire plowed from somewhere in Sage's bowels, out through through his violently detonating cock. Stars burst in his eyes, and his penis vomited again, and again. Distantly, he registered drizzle on his fingers and pubic mound, but he was gasping through dry spasms by then, and his whole body convulsed. A few drops of Sage's painfully ejecting mana spattered Colton's cheek, but were quickly forgotten, as Colton's nuts compressed, his cock erupted, and he hammered the pillow again and again, grinding a smear of clear goo into his pillow. At last, their climaxes died, and Colton collapsed, his face landing on Sage's wet loins. Pulling his legs back to normal, he staggered to lie next to Sage. Still panting, the boys rolled onto their sides, facing one another. And when they caught their breath, their lips met for a tender kiss, exhaustion echoing through their coupling mouths. Sage rolled Colton onto him, smearing semen on their torsos. It smelled vaguely yeasty, and wonderful. "Fuuuuck, that was fucking rad, dude," Sage chuckled, reaching around to squeeze Colton's buttocks with both hands. "I love your sweet ass." Colton's lips merged with Sage's for a long moment, and then he whispered, "Just as long as you don't love it more than me." "Oh babe," Sage replied, growing more confident in their private term of endearment. "I couldn't love anything more than you." Many kisses and caresses later, the boy's had cleaned up, pulled on fresh underwear, and snuggled under the covers. Colton spooned around the shorter boy, hugging him with one arm. As was becoming normal, Sage sandwiched Colton's hand between his thighs, just below his groin. "What'd ya think of those magazines Mikey showed us?" Colton asked, quietly, then kissed Sage's neck. "That's `Michael,' to you," Sage said, with mock formality," and both boys giggled. Sage paused, then answered, thoughtfully. "Some were kinda hot. I mean, the ones with the younger dudes," Sage replied, adding that the big, hairy, old guys were unappealing. "What if my ass gets all hairy, dude?" Colton asked, not joking. "Would you still...want it?" Sage shuddered at the memory of the fur canyon they'd seen. At the same time, Colton and he were eager for adult bushes. Maybe that was the cost, he told Colton, and they'd probably get used to it, while growing up. "Maybe I'll shave my butthole for you" Colton replied, and both boys giggled at the idea, making jokes about after shave. Colton hesitated, then asked, "What about what those dudes were doing? Like what if they weren't grown ups?" Sage knew where Colton was going. "I guess...that could be really interesting...I mean, if it were you and me." Colton was rarely shy, but it took a little courage to ask, "would you want to do it to me?" Sage smiled, and craned his neck to kiss Colton's nose. "Sure. I'll tie you up, sometime, Colt." Colton squeezed Sage. His friend -- his best friend -- his boyfriend - was someone he could truly trust with his deepest secrets. "Tomorrow night, mom and dad are headed out for dinner..." "MmmmKay," Sage replied, already drifting off. "I love you, Sage," Colton whispered, closing his eyes. "Mmmloveyoutoo..." ============================================== To be continued...