Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2022 17:31:56 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Sage's Unexpected, Weird, Quite Strange, and Very Rad Afternoon

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A young, gay boy loses a bet, and more, to two girls on a summer day.
Later, his boyfriend arrives to help turn the tables.

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"Time to pay up, Speedo Boy," 14-year-old Cassie McDonald sneered,
using her pet nick-name for competitive swimmer Sage Arsenault. "A
deal's a deal, and you lost."

The 14-year-old brunette boy sighed, kicking at the rug in the
McDonalds' living room. He'd been no match against the two soccer
teammates in a kick-up competition, and was mentally kicking himself for
the wager.

"It's not like you haven't seen me naked 20 times, already," Sage
argued. Unlike most American boys in the early 1990s, Sage had never been
particularly modest about his body - until puberty had recently
descended. Still, he'd skinny-dipped with these two girls before.

"6 times for me," Cassie retorted, and turned toward her girlfriend,
Sandy. "How many times for you, babe?"

"Three, if you count us changing together for your parent's pool
party," Sandy replied, with a smirk. Unlike Cassie, Sandy wasn't
remotely interested in boys, even Sage, despite his objectively
beautiful, girlish features. But she did like making the boy squirm.

Cassie, on the other hand, liked boys as much as girls, and she'd been
crushing on Sage from the moment her cousin, Colton Vannerman, and she
had met him at coaching camp, the previous summer. Unfortunately for
Cassie, Sage was as gay as Colton, and the two boys had fallen hard for
each other.

The casual observer would have been hard pressed to guess that the two
athletic, though late-blooming pubescent boys were much more than
friends. But with liberal values contrasting against the era's
mainstream bigotries (even in Southern California), their families knew
and approved of their relationship, hauling one boy to Burbank, or the
other to coastal Ventura County, almost every weekend.

Now that summer vacation had started, Sage's mother had just dropped the
boy off for a few days at the Vannerman house, for a few days surfing
with Colton. He had a key, and found no one at home. So he'd left a note
for Colton, who was out doing yard jobs.

Sage had gone down to the soccer fields to watch Cassie's team lose,
then hung out with the girls at the McDonald house. And left to their own
devices, bored young teens will find their own indelicate entertainment.

"Let's see that beautiful bod, Sage," Cassie teased. "I swear, we
won't give you shit if you bone up."

Cassie giggled, while Sage grew beet red. The real nature for his
hesitancy wasn't modesty about puberty (well, except for his dad
celebrating his "big boy hairs"): it was his dick betraying him. It
wasn't that he'd been aroused by the girls. It was the curse of an
adolescent boy's random, awkward erections.

But the bet that day had been very specific: Sage had to remain naked
until Colton arrived. Given that it was midweek in the summer, with
Cassie's parents and older brother at work, they'd have the house to
themselves, leaving hours for potential cock-mockery.
When Sage made no move, Cassie stepped forward and reached for the
buttons on his shorts. Sage reflexively tried to bat her hands away, but
Cassie wrestled through his squirming defenses.

A moment later, Sage's shorts had dropped to his ankles, leaving his
t-shirt to partially cover the snug, sky-blue briefs Colton had bought
him. He'd have been just as happy with his plain tighty-whities -
despite the fact that they were going out of fashion - but Colton liked
him in very skimpy underwear.

"Oh, look at Mr. GQ!" Cassie teased, while Sage glumly stumbled out of
his shorts. His t-shirt followed, leaving the willowy, yet muscular boy
in nothing but his contour-defining briefs, sneakers and knee-high socks.

"Not bad," Sandy said, appraising Sage's body with the detached view
of an art critic. With his silky brunette hair now almost reaching his
shoulders (at Colton's relentless urging), the slender Burbank boy was
as attractive - if not as desirable - as a flat-chested, 7th grade girl.
But there was no ignoring the vagina-drying lump in his contour-defining
briefs, through which she could map out every detail.

Just as Cassie reached up for the waistband of Sage's skin-tight undies,
the boy retreated.

"This isn't really fair," Sage pointed out, noting that he'd be a
whole lot more comfortable if he wasn't one naked boy among clothed
girls.

Cassie chuckled. "That's kinda the point, dude," she said, then
paused. "But, it is fucking hot, so let's hit the pool."

Cassie glanced at Sandy. Her girlfriend  shrugged, then got up to peel
off her soccer jersey. Moments later, both girls were down to sports
bras, and panties even snugger than Sage's underwear.

Sage hunkered down to lose his shoes, and inadvertently worried about an
accidental erection. And, shit! Wouldn't you know it? The capillaries in
his cock started opening. He was growing hard from thinking about getting
hard.

The girls were down to their panties, while Sage was readjusting the
rising ridge straining up the front of his briefs.

"Um, how about we stay like this?" Sage quietly asked, with one leg
crossing the other, in a naive attempt at hiding his arousal.

Sandy glanced at Cassie with an amused grin. Both girls were now bare
chested. 14-year-old Cassie's emerging breasts were like half-baseballs,
dusted with freckles, and dotted with small, pink nipples. They were
childish by comparison with 15-year-old Sandy's firm and well developed
fun bags.

"You don't want to hit the pool, Speedo Boy? You live in pools."

"No," Sage growled. Cassie could be so annoying. "I'm just...Do we
have to do this? We could play some Mario Kart." Lame. His excuses were
so lame and his cock was so fucking hard!

The girls watched the cylinder comically stretching Sage's very tight
briefs, despite his crossed legs. A little cap of blue, combed cotton
peaked and throbbed between Sage's thighs.

"Get him!" Cassie yelled, and the two girls tackled Sage.

"Nooo!" Sage hollered, desperately holding onto his waistband, while
Cassie and Sandy laughed, and wrestled him across the rug. A year older,
a foot taller, and 20 pounds heavier than Sage, Sandy sat on the boy's
chest, while Cassie and Sage competed for control of his briefs. Sage
wriggled, begged and grunted, while Cassie cackled, and admired the
throbbing tent pole raging wildly in the boy's undies. She yanked at the
leg elastics with all her might, and soon enough, the sound of tearing
fabric signaled the Solomonic fate of Sage's underwear.

"Awww! I'm sorry, dude," Cassie said, feigning regret over the
tattered remnants of the boy's briefs, now draping his lower thighs.

Sage quickly released his half of the rent garment, with so little
material on his end it wouldn't even work as a loin cloth. Quickly
shoving his hands over his shameful hardness, he tried to conceal his
condition from Cassie's delighted eyes. But she wouldn't let him off
the hook, and pulled his hands away.

Cassie giggled. "What have we here, Sandy? It looks like Little Sage is
happy to see us!"

Sandy half-turned and looked down a the 4.5 inches of slender,
circumcised boyhood tapping against a sparse little bush, pulling a
tight, hairless scrotum with every pulse. She laughed, then looked down
at Sage.

"Boys," she chided him with amusement. She'd seen her younger
brother's little love stick bouncing about on a few occasions, and she
always thought erections looked ridiculous.

Sage glared up at her. "I can't help it! And you promised you wouldn't
laugh!"

"We're not laughing at your boner," Cassie said, enthralled with the
boy's equipment now that she could finally study it up close. It was the
battle to free his cock that made her laugh, and not unkindly. He was
just so fucking cute!

She couldn't help herself. Cassie reached down and gave it a tender
squeeze, making Sage yelp. This wouldn't be the first hand job she'd
given, as she gently rubbed the steamy, diamond hardness between a thumb
and index finger. It was obvious he needed to be touched, even if he
couldn't admit it.

"Stop, Cassie!" Sage screamed, swinging his fist wildly. "PLEASE!"

Shocked at Sage's reaction, she released him. And then it dawned on her:
this was pretty close to rape.

"Sage, I'm so sorry!" Cassie said, genuinely remorseful. Standing up,
she pulled Sandy off of the boy, then extended a hand to help Sage up.

"I guess this was a stupid idea," Cassie said, feeling ashamed. "We
should get dressed."

Sage looked down at the tattered elastic around his waist, and the rest
of his briefs now tangled at his ankles, while his pubescent pork
continued to waggle in blissfully ignorant need. Actually, it was kind of
funny, and he quietly laughed at the situation.

"Well, the cat's out of the bag, I guess," Sage muttered. Cassie was
always an agent of chaos, and it was one of the reasons Sage liked her a
lot. As a friend, though.

"Or the snake's out of the...barn?" Cassie offered, and the three kids
laughed at the mixed metaphor.

"Let's hit the pool," he said, pulling off the wreckage of his
underwear, "I mean, if you guys have seen enough."

"Yeah, way more than enough," Sandy assured him, casually peeling down
her sports panties.

Stepping out of them, she stood back up, and rested a hand on her shapely
hip. Unlike most skater girls, Sandy wasn't scrawny. But neither was she
heavy. She was curvy in ways that kept straight boys kneading the front
of their jeans when she around. Her full adolescent tits seemed to float
above a firm and slender tummy, while her wide hips led to gracefully
muscular legs. In between, a thin strip of short hair, darker than
Sandy's golden mane, bordered her vulva.

Though uninterested in straight porn magazines, Sage had skimmed through
enough of them to know there ought to be a shaggy sprawl of pubes, rather
than a straight little ribbon of close-cropped hair. In the two times
he'd been naked with Sandy, he hadn't paid attention to notice, but now
he was curious.

"Um, can I ask you something personal?" Sage shyly asked Sandy.

"Sure, dude."

"Um, is your hair down there...um is that normal?" Suddenly
self-conscious, he back-pedaled, "I mean, I thought most girls were
hairier."

The girls giggled, and glanced at each other knowingly.

"No, my dude, not all *women* have big bushes. Some of us do some
landscaping," she replied. "You like?"

"Uh, sure, I guess," Sage replied, shrugging.

"She also trimmed mine," Cassie added, pulling down her panties, and
stepping outward with her right leg to unveil her groin. But where Sandy
had a fur-lined lane, Cassie's clam was as milky pale as the rest of her
body, and as smoothly hairless as a baby.

The last time he seen Cassie nude, she'd had a small patch of dark,
rusty hair concealing her canyon.

"Trimmed?" Sage sputtered, amused and shocked in equal measure.

"She got a little carried away, I guess," Cassie said, with a laugh.
"Wanna feel?"

"Ugh, no!" Sage quickly responded, making the girls titter.

Cassie grabbed some towels, and the threesome headed to the McDonald's
backyard swimming pool.

It was a hot day, and the refreshingly chilly water was just what the
young teens needed. More importantly, it slapped the blood out of Sage's
penis, sending his ardor in full retreat.

Laughing, splashing around, and talking about movies and bands, the kids
lost themselves in the timeless chatter of carefree kids, floating
beneath a cloudless blue sky.

Eventually, all three climbed out, and spread towels on loungers. Cassie
wheeled an umbrella over to her chair, on one side of Sage, to protect
her from the sun. Sandy and Cassie took turns putting sunscreen on their
fronts. Lying face down on the lounger, she asked Sage coyly if he could
put sunscreen on her back.

Sandy rolled her eyes, and muttered something. She loved Cassie, but she
also knew she'd never have that girl all to herself.

Sage grumbled at the cartoonish teasing, but took the bottle in hand, and
worked the thick cream into Cassie's taut, muscular calves. They were
extra tight from her soccer match that morning.

She winced as Sage's thumbs dug in.

"Does that hurt?" Sage asked, easing up.

"Noooo. It's so good," she purred. "I didn't stretch much after the
game...Ooooh, yeah."

Sage worked his way up the girl's thighs. He'd had a lot of practice
with Colton, and knew how to give a great massage. With Colton, though,
it was always a prelude mind-blowing sex. With Cassie, he was taking
tender care of a friend.

When he got to Cassie's bum, he had a moment of déjà vu. She had a
smaller, rounder version of her big brother's butt, and the memory of
messing around with Noah made Sage's sex start to unfurl from its
water-chilled cocoon. But Cassie's bum was softer, more pillowy. Sage
could have studied her bottom with his fingers all afternoon, but he
didn't want to encourage her worst instincts, and so, he moved on.

Like her cousin Colton, Cassie surfed almost every day, and had the lean
and sinewy torso to show for it. By the time Sage had plowed finger
furrows into her shoulders, Cassie was a puddle of sighing pudding.

"All set, Cass," Sage said, getting up off the lounger.

"Fuck, dude, that was so goooood," Cassie replied. "Sandy, you gotta
let S.B. give you a back rub."

"I'm good for now, babe," Sandy replied, catching rays face up.

As Sage stepped over to his lounger, Cassie turned to gaze at his
magnificent ass. Though the late bloomer looked a couple of years younger
than 14, the competitive swimmer's long and lean muscles undulated as he
stepped away, and his ass cheeks dimpled on the outer sides with each
step. What really amplified the muscular indentations behind his hipbones
was Sage's utterly creamy triangle of flesh, normally shielded from the
sun during year round swim practice by his skin tight Speedo.

Just as Sage lay face down, Cassie stood up.

"Dude, your ass is gonna get lobstered if you don't put on some
sunscreen," she said.

"OK, give me the bottle," he replied, extending his hand.

"The sun's really bad on skin, Sage," Cassie replied. Rather than hand
him the bottle, Cassie knelt on the loungers, with knees on either side
of Sage's buttocks. "Let me do your back."

Sage sighed, and reluctantly agreed. He liked getting tanned, but his mom
had been bugging him about sunscreen for months, after reading some
articles about skin cancer.

Cassie's back rub was not nearly the deep tissue massage Sage had given
her. Still, it felt really good, as her hands worked slowly down from his
shoulders. He could have fallen asleep, except that the sensation of
naked legs on either side of his thighs was arousing, and made him think
of Colton. Dammit, why hadn't he finished work, yet?

Just then, Cassie's fingers reached Sage's firm and slender buttocks,
and she lingered. She'd wanted to touch his super fine derriere for so
long. And now, caressing his sculpted rump, she took her time,
luxuriating in the muscular, rubbery globes.

Unconsciously, her fingers slid into the crevice, and slid along his
valley floor. When Cassie's fingers brushed across his sensitive boy
hole, Sage jerked and quietly groaned.

Cassie smiled in wonder.

So this is one of his special spots, she thought. She poured more
sunscreen into her fingers, and rubbed around Sage's clenching anus,
earning another gasp.

"I think we're good there, Cass," Sage squeaked.

The twitching tingles in his loins were becoming electric, and all he
could think about was Colton touching him there. His cock started
filling, fighting its way through the lounger's horizontal rubber
struts.

Cassie giggled. "If you're sure," she said in a sing-song voice, then
moved to his thighs. While she spent some time rubbing cream in on the
backs of Sage's thighs, she concentrated on the inner walls, and he
thumbs "accidentally" slid further, under his posterior, into his
tightening scrotum.

Sage shivered, partially in frustration. He should get Cassie to knock it
off. He wasn't attracted to her, and yet, the ginger beauty was playing
his body like violin.

Spotting Sage's cock throbbing through the chaise lounge struts, Sandy
snickered.

"Hmmm...Looks like Sage has another unfortunate swelling," she said,
choking back laughter.

"It's not my fault," he hissed. "It has a mind of its own!"

"OK. So now it's my turn for personal questions," Sandy replied, while
Cassie finished with the boy's calves. At least Sage had lost his
erectile self-consciousness, and wasn't frantically trying to hide his
rigid boy pole.

"Does it do that on its own? If nobody's touching you?"

"Yeah. All the time," Sage glumly admitted. Even if it wasn't his
underwear rubbing him while he walked, or a stray thought about a boy,
his dick danced on its own, demanding attention. "But just over the last
year or so."

Sandy nodded. "I guess that's why boys are always choking the
chicken." She paused. "How often do you do it?"

Sage coughed at the directness, and blushed. "Uh, I dunno. Maybe once a
week."

Sandy belly laughed. "Nice try, S.B. But pretend you're under oath,
like in Truth or Dare."

Sage puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. "If you swear you won't tell
anyone." They swore. "A couple of times a day. Sometimes, 3 or 4."

The girls gasped, and laughed loudly.

"Boys are such pervs," Sandy commented to Cassie.

"OK, time for the other side," Cassie interrupted, matter-of-factly.
"Come on, Sage. We've already seen it."

Some power in his reptile brain overloaded his flight reflex; deep,
subconscious neural pathways fought between Sage's engorged boyhood and
his better instincts. Deep down, he knew Cassie would seek out his
throbbing tumescence, and hold it in her soft hands. He'd been saving up
his load for 2 days, and his body craved to be touched, even if only as
teasing prelude to being alone with Colton. Rolling onto his back, he let
his cock spring freely about.

As his quivering meat mallet drummed a tattoo of need against his paltry
pubic shrubbery, Cassie golf clapped, while Sandy stage whispered, "Good
job!"

Cassie straddled Sage's bony chest, resting her soft butt cheeks on his
belly, and he got a full frontal view of her girlishly smooth sex. If
only she'd had her brother's cock, he could ignore the two small hills
of fat on her chest. But her nipples were nice enough. Fuck, what was he
thinking?

Cassie filled her hands with sunscreen, and worked on the front of the
boy's shoulders, his arms and his chest. His breathing grew deep, and he
closed his eyes, pretending it were Colton's fingers rubbing into his
pecks and biceps. And toying with his nipples.

Oh, then soft, warm buttocks rested around his turgid wand. They didn't
toy with him, flexing like Colton normally did. But they felt comforting.
More than that. They felt heavenly.

Just then, Sage felt his hand lifted. Cassie carefully pressed his palm
against her bald crevice. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down, and it felt
wet. Cassie quietly moaned.

He opened his eyes, and saw Cassie facing up, skyward, in a moment of
ecstasy. Then, she looked down at him questioningly.

"Is this OK?" She asked quietly, still rubbing his fingers against her
steamy girlhood.

Sage shrugged, and smiled. "Sure. It's kinda weird, though."

Cassie smiled down at him, tenderly.

"I've always wanted you to touch me, Sage," she whispered. "Even if
it's just for fun."

Slowly, she placed his thumb at the top of her glistening love canal, and
pressed it into a little nubbin of flesh.

"Like this," she heaved, rubbing his finger around the magic button in
a way she liked. "Not too hard. Just like this."

Girl biology was so alien. How could such a tiny thing make Cassie quake?
What what was that strange fragrance rising. But it didn't quite disgust
him. He'd smelled worse in a boy's butthole.

But neither did it arouse him. Still, even as his erection faded away, he
conscientiously attended to his friend's need. When she pushed his
fingers in and out of her her tunnel, he marveled at the hot wetness
within, somehow richer than a boy's anus. And then she had him return to
her clit, rubbing it a little faster, then urging him on with gasps and
moans. Faster and faster. Finally, her slender, milky body writhed, and
her back arched, and she choked off cries that would have alarmed the
neighbors if she'd set them free.

It took a few moments, but at last, she slumped over Sage, letting her
ruby hair spill across his face. She almost kissed him on the lips, but
caught herself, and looked over at Sandy, who smirked and shrugged.

"Slut," Sandy said, not unkindly.

"You're pretty good at this, Sage," Cassie huffed, catching her
breath. "You sure you like boys that much?"

It was a rhetorical question, and she knew the answer before Sage offered
it up. He loved dick. More importantly, he loved Colton's dick.

Cassie started to rub sunscreen into Sage's ropey thighs, when Sandy
gently pried the girl off, onto her feet.

"That good, huh?" Sandy said, her voice seasoned with a note of
jealousy. "How about this good?"

The blond leaned down to the shorter girl's lips, placing several
delicate smacks on their rosy texture. And then, their lips sealed, and
their tongues glided together, in a warm grotto of feminine affection and
desire.

Sandy combed her fingers through Cassie's long wet locks, and caressed
her shapely neck. Slowly, she kissed down Cassie's neck.

Cassie's fingers found Sandy's nipples, hard as stone, cones of love
and need, bursting with static.

Taking turns, they kissed and sucked on one another's breasts for long
moments, teasing dripping heat in their pussies.

Sage was fascinated by their convoluted gyrations, kissing each other's
bodies, and caressing buttocks and breasts with a patience he'd never
had with Colton. They were still standing in the midday sun, feather
light touches coupled with deep, kneading compression. The air was
seasoned with jasmine, and the soft girlish moans of exquisite delight.

Sandy guided Cassie onto her lounger, where the girls lay side by side.
Sage was forgotten as they kissed more ferociously. Their hands found
each other's pussies, while their adolescent bodies thrashed. Sage
couldn't see what they were doing, but he was hypnotized by the
unbridled lust, and something deeper. It was the communion of two kindred
souls, united in sensations he would never feel.

Like Ravel's "Bolero," their passion built steadily, and it was
punctuated by animalistic gasps, groans, and glottal expressions of
pre-language. All the same, it was a universal expression of explosive
pleasure that lasted for a surprisingly long time, and the girls'
climaxes stirred Sage's loins.

Sandy and Cassie heaved and gently caressed, while they slowly caught
their breath. Sage heard them whisper and giggle.

Cassie uncoiled from her girlfriend, and stood up. Looking down at Sage
with a self-satisfied smirk, she taunted the boy. "That's how we roll,
dude."

Cassie stretched, while Sandy grinned at Sage. "Kinda makes you wish you
were a girl, huh?"

Sage shook his head. Maybe he'd like to swap bodies for a day to see
what it was like. But losing his dick? And knockers swinging around like
hams? Not for him.

"I like my prick, Sandy," he replied, rolling onto his back to enjoy
the sky. Closing his eyes to languish in the sun, he daydreamed about
surfing with Colton, thankfully losing his erection.

Whispering. Then two sets of slimy hands touched him. Starting with his
feet, the girls massaged sunblock into his arches and toes, making him
sigh. Soon enough they worked up his calves, taking their time.

"Damn, I wish I didn't have to shave my legs," Sandy said, admiring
the younger boy's smooth stems.

"You barely do, now," Cassie retorted.

Commenting on his well-toned legs, the girls worked their way up toward
Sage's groin. Their slow, careful caresses were lighting a brushfire in
his pubescent nuts, and his pink python uncoiled, jerking and dancing,
once again.

"Oh, hello," Cassie addressed Sage's cock with amusement. "You're
back."

Sage chuckled, almost proud of his reflexive engorgement. His fully rigid
4.5-inches waved the girls onward, and they rubbed sunscreen into the
bright, white Speedo silhouette. They rubbed and caressed everywhere but
where he needed it the most. They even massaged into his bush, against
his throbbing base, and it only made things worse.

"Is that sperm?" Cassie asked, noticing clear syrup drooling from
Sage's nozzle.

Sage smiled and shook his head, and explained pre-cum.

"So that means you're really turned on, huh?" Sandy asked.

"Oh fuck yeah."

"Well, we have missed a very important spot you don't want to get
sunburned," Cassie pointed out, amused.

Sage sighed. This was so fucking weird, and almost out of his control.
What would Colton even think? He could stop it all...if he wanted to. But
he didn't. His craving was back. He needed to be touched THERE.

"Uh, so, uh, if you tied my hands behind my back, you could play with
it, and I wouldn't be able to stop you," he suggested, shyly.

"That's true!" Cassie marveled. Bound and helpless, there wasn't
anything he could be technically guilt about.

Cassie whispered to Sandy, and the girls giggled, getting up quickly.
While they ran into the house, naked flesh bouncing enticingly, Sage
worried if this could ruin a friendship. Worse, what would Colton think?
Sure, if they went for too long without seeing one another, they'd rub
it out with other boys. But this was different. He could stop things then
and there. And yet, he didn't want to.

Moments later, the girls returned. Cassie pulled Sage's arms back,
behind the loungers's frame, and tied his wrists together with a belt,
while Sandy tied the boy's ankles to the lounger's legs. Then, a pair
of girl's panties went over Sage's head, blindfolding him. At least
they were clean.

"So here's the deal, Sage. If you feel really weird, like unhappy or
just want things to stop, say `There's no place like home.'"

Sage chuckled. "OK, Glinda."

At the same time, he was suddenly nervous. Tied up and blind-folded, he
really was helpless. If Cassie - a close friend for almost a year -
turned out to be a murderous psychopath, he'd have to scream loudly to
be heard over the ocean waves. Weirdly, the inchoate fear, coupled with
his fundamental trust of Cassie made Sage impossibly harder. So achingly
hard.

"First, the sun screen," Cassie announced, and Sage jerked a little
when he felt gooey finger sliding up and down his pulsating prong, while
another set of fingers worked sunscreen into his tender little nuts.

"Check out this little vein," Cassie quietly said to her girlfriend.

"It's so hard," Sandy replied. "It looks like it hurts. Like, I give
my little bro baths, and his dick is soft as a gummy worm."

"Well, Kevin is 8," Cassie replied. "If you `washed' it like this,"
Cassie said, sliding her fingers up and down Sage's length, "it'd bone
up."

"Ooooooh," Sage sighed. "Yeah, wash it some more."

The girls giggled, and continued working sunscreen into every millimeter
of Sage's lurching prong.

"Kevin's circumcised, right?" Cassie asked.

"Yeah, of course," Sandy retorted, rolling one of Sage's nuts around
with curiosity. Sparks of pleasure burst in the boy's sack, and he just
wished Sandy were a boy, so things would be less confusing.

"If you play with his pecker, use some soap or lotion or something, and
do this," Cassie instructed.

Sage gasped and shook as greasy finger tips glided over and around his
knob. His most sensitive skin, exposed to the lightest, slippery
friction, made him quake in the well-lubricated girl's touch.

Pinching it slightly, making Sage gasp, Cassie rubbed just the head very
quickly. Soon the boy was moaning, and begging for release. But Cassie
fingers withdrew, and Sage whimpered with frustration. Here he was,
naked, tied up out in the open, begging to be masturbated.

More whisper and giggles. What was next? Sage's head swiveled, trying to
hear what the girls had planned, just as compressed air hissed, and he
felt something cold and slimy layer around his cock. Then, finger rubbed
the something that smelled like eucalyptus into his pubic mound.

"What...what are you guys doing?" Sage's voice almost trembled, though
he knew the girls wouldn't ever hurt him. Or would they..?

"Shhhh," Cassie said, soothingly, while combing fingers through his
long, damp hair.

Something pulled at his pubes, hard and ruthless. Sage winced, and the
sensation happened again. Then a watery, stirring sound, and more of his
pubes were pulled.

Like a diamond bullet shot into his forehead, Sage realized what was
happening. Before he could even utter "There's no place like home,"
the final razor pass left his pubic mound tender and bare.

One of the girls pulled the panties from Sage's head.

"Check it out, Speedo Boy," Cassie said with a grin. Running a finger
around his denuded loins, she proclaimed, "smooth as a little baby
boy." With that, she leaned down and kissed his enraged glans tenderly.

Sage's eyes grew wide, while he watched Cassie's tongue extend, and
flick a few times underneath his terribly tender knob. Almost
instantaneously, she pulled a face of revulsion and spit several times
toward the plantings.

Sage was horrified and embarrassed, watching Cassie sprint to the pool to
rinse out her mouth.

But she returned with an amused expression on her face.

"Sorry, dude," she said to Sage. "It wasn't you. It was the
sunscreen."

Kneeling between Sage's spread knees, she made up for it with another
kiss to his tip.

"Let's just do this the old fashioned way," she said quietly.
Lubricating her fingers with more sunscreen, Cassie rubbed the boy's
knob with the forefingers of one hand, while squeezing his ball sack with
her other hand.

She'd dreamed of this. Holding Sage's junk and making him squeal like
this. No wonder Colton couldn't get enough of him. He was so responsive,
shuddering and groaning with every touch.

As far as Sage was concerned, her hand job wasn't the most sophisticated
he'd ever experienced, but damn he needed it. And the slick squelching
sounds made the the sensations even richer.

"Faster, Cassie, please!"

She moistened her fingers with more sunscreen, and polished Sage's stalk
with one hand, while polishing the rosy little nozzle with her other
fingertips. His grunts grew louder, and she rubbed faster. But just then,
she felt her thighs being parted, and wet hair lashing against her legs.
Warm, wet breath rose like a cumulonimbus cloud - a tropical storm of
desire forming around her muggy muff.

"Gaaah," Cassie mewled, as the tongue she loved delicately trailed
along her hairless crevice. The pale, childishly smooth pleasure portal
tingled with delightfully itchy fire, like sparklers trailing up and
down, making her quake and sigh.

Sandy's lips met Cassie's vulva for a lingering kiss, and Cassie
writhed. Then, Sandy sucked on it gently, while her tongue slithered
within the briny depths.

Cassie's head spun, and she merely held onto Sage's pulsing appendage,
while stars burst in her eyes. God, she loved being eaten out so much -
but especially by the girl she loved. Not that she had a lot of
experience to compare, having just turned 14. But it felt like her soul
was being sucked into the hot, vibrating depths of her emerging
womanhood.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Cassie cried. "Eat me, babe!"

Her hips started rocking, mashing downward into Sandy's face, coating
the blond with the most exquisite juice from her fresh teenage fruit. And
just as the muscles from her labia to her rectum started to pound and
pull, squeezing almost agonized moans from Cassie, Sandy's mouth jerked
away. Cassie felt more than heard a subsonic exhalation, as Sandy quietly
emptied her lungs, and her head turned to and fro. Glancing over her
shoulder, Cassie smiled at the sight of Sandy's fingers flying back and
forth over her own pussy, lightly strumming it like like the world's
most delicate guitar.

So frustrating. Cassie had come so close. But the break was enough to get
back to work on Sage.

She kept working on Sage's knob and shaft with both hands. Two kinds of
friction on Sage left the boy gasping and delirious. He no longer cared
who or what was pleasuring his pubescence: he just needed for the
explosive churn of semen spraying from painfully needy young hose.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...cum!" Sage huffed, and Cassie burnished his
tip and shaft like a machine. She wanted to see him spew his little boy
seed all over his little boy belly. Wait - did he even shoot sperm?
She'd learn soon enough, and she furiously rubbed that genie out!

Sage strained against his restraints, and his hips surged upward.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhhhheeeeeeeh!" Sage squealed, in a steam whistle
pitch.

Cassie felt the boy's flesh grow harder and bigger in her grasp,
pulsating, lurching to vomit. It detonated with a slightly milky spew,
spraying all over Sage's naked torso. His first burst was still
spattering down on his smooth, hairless chest and tummy, when Cassie felt
another expansion and contraction, while his cock burst again, spraying a
thinner burst. Then, he moaned desperately once more, as yet another,
smaller geyser burst, before his cock rhythmically throbbed and drooled
beads of transparent syrup down its length.

Sage gasped and quivered, while his body spasmed with after shocks. Even
after Cassie released his poor little cock, to flounder and fall like a
drunk onto patches of its own yeasty barf, he was so sensitive
everywhere, he could barely stand the sensation of her forearms lying
against his his slender hips.

Cassie studied the pools of goo in wonder. Some were milky, while most
were clear lakes dotted with islands of white, interconnected with little
vanilla-colored webs. Still others were utterly clear, like simple syrup.
Tentatively, she dipped a finger tip in a pool, and raised it to sniff,
then to taste.

"Eeew. Gross," Sandy commented with disgust, now kneeling to one side
of the prone boy.

"Some people like it," Sage muttered defensively, gazing at both girls
through exhausted eyes.

Cassie scraped up a thicker finger full, and licked it down, savoring its
subtle, sweet salty flavor. She didn't mention it, but this wasn't the
first time she'd tasted boy juice. But before Sage, it had been with a
boy in 8th grade, who barely squirted a flavorless, watery sap. By
comparison, Sage's was rich, and interesting. Although the texture was
sort of unpleasant, she didn't mind the lingering, savory flavor.

"Not terrible," she pronounced, then added for Sandy's benefit, "but
nothing like vag sauce."

"Speaking of..." Sandy murmured seductively. "I didn't get to finish
you."

The statuesque blond uncoiled from her crouch, and pulled Cassie to her
feet. Their fingers traced along hips and torsos, and their lips met for
a long, lingering kiss. As their passion grew, their heads corkscrewed,
while their tongues stabbed and wrestled, mouth liquor washing between
their sucking maws.

Once again, the girls' twining limbs and insistent caresses rivaled the
heat from the midday summer sun. At least, that's how Sage judged the
searing moment. It was kind of arousing. If he squinted, he could almost
pretend they were two boys. Did he and Colton looks so feverishly
serpentine when they made out? Jeez, he'd have to borrow his dad's
video camera some time...

Enflamed with desire, Sandy guided Cassie onto the lounger,
half-forgetting Sage was still splayed and tied to it like a rack.

Cassies head came to rest on Sage's messy lower abdomen, and she
appreciated the warm pillow, and thighs on which she could lay her arms.
But with her feet planted on the sun-warmed pool deck, and Sandy running
her hands up and down the inside of her thighs, Cassie quickly ignored
Sage.

Sandy knelt between Cassie's spread knees, and leaned into the cleft,
inhaling the rich bouquet of the younger girl's treasure trove. She
delicately kissed that exquisitely ivory and pink flower, denuded of all
foliage like a carefully arranged still life. Her kiss lingered, and
Cassie sighed.

Sandy kissed up and down the mysterious crevasse, as familiar as her own
cunt, and yet always yielding new surprises. Like now, as Sandy's tongue
traveled along the smooth channel, up and down, Cassie squeezed Sage's
thighs so hard he yelped.

Tunneling teasingly between the inner lips, into the mineral-rich walls
of fleshy desire, Sandy's tongue sent powerful waves of pleasure surging
outward from Cassie's loins, curling the girl's toes.

Reaching down between her own legs, Sandy rubbed her tingling, needful
strip, in time with long strokes up and back along Cassie's canal. Soon
enough, they were both vibrating in time, though their breath was out of
sync, ragged and heaving.

Sandy spent long moments pleasuring Cassie's labia. She would have liked
to torment the girl all afternoon, bringing her to the edge, then pulling
her back without release, slowly building to convulsive detonations in
her loins. She could have gone on to bring Cassie through a series of
cascading, body-wracking climaxes, like she'd done so many nights
before. She loved the power she could wield, making Cassie beg and plead.

But not that afternoon. Cassie urgently needed to cum. Sandy knew it
instinctively, when Cassie cried out in anguish, and her hands gripped
Sandy's wet blond mane in two tight fists. Cassie pulled Sandy's face
into her, thrusting her hips up uncontrollably, masturbating herself with
Sandy's nose and mouth.

Sandy's lips sought out Cassie's clit, flicking it quickly, while
gently sucking on the surrounding terrain. Cassie let Sandy go to town,
gasping and crying, her chest heaving with a building cyclone of
tropical, sexual winds.

Watching Cassie's nipples rise and fall with ascending fury, Sage felt
his cock twitch in her hair. Sure, she might have been a girl. But she
was also his friend, and her vulnerability and desperate need for release
tugged at his heart strings, as well as his loins. If only his hands were
free, he could gently pinch her swollen little nipples, delivering her
into the white light of physical release.

Jeez, he was getting hard, again! If only he were drawn to cunt, if only
he really appreciated tits, this would all make sense.

Just as he was sorting out his thoughts, Cassie convulsed and cried out.
Sage could see her hips rising to meet Sandy's head, the girl's face
buried in the apex of Cassie's groin.

Cassie's shuddering motions rocked the heavy metal lounge, violently
scraping the feet against the deck. Whatever she felt, Sage wished he
could trade places, if only for a moment.

Just as Cassie's convulsions started to die away, Sage heard Sandy's
throaty moans, muffled by Cassie's muff, and the lounger rocked
violently once more.

At long last, the storms subsided, and Cassie's fingers absently stroked
Sandy's head.

Sandy raised her glistening face, smiling with half-lidded eyes, and gave
Sage a self-satisfied look that said, "I'll always take the gold,
Champ."

Sage smiled, and nodded to the Queen.

"Shit," Sandy muttered, looking at her watch. "I've gotta motor."
Getting to her feet unsteadily, the golden girl strode to the outdoor
shower, and Cassie untied Sage, before going into the house to get
drinks.

As the sun beat down, baking bodily effluents on his skin into a crusty
coating, Sage reflected on how unusual it might be for most of his
classmates to hang out naked with each other, casually and confidently.
As it was, boys were painfully awkward in the school locker rooms, with
just other boys.

But Sage didn't have the same phobias. His family had taken his brother
and he to clothing optional hot springs as long as he could remember, and
around the house, he'd barely worn clothes for most of his life. Without
the common American body shame, the embarrassment his friends felt at
even being seen in their underwear baffled Sage.

Likewise, Cassie's Dutch mother - Colton's aunt - had raised the girl
and her brother with European sensibilities. Like Colton's immediate
family, the McDonald's even took to naturist beaches in Holland and the
U.S.

In the end, though, it was the torpor of exhausted, sexual bliss that
left him so unembarrassed, to languish nakedly in his lounger, casually
thankful for the icy soda Cassie brought out for Sandy and he.

While Sandy got dressed, Cassie and she whispered, and traded kisses.
When she was ready to roll, Sandy embraced Cassie for along time. After a
lingering kiss, Sandy turned to leave, but stopped short.

"See ya, Sage," she said with a wry smile. "Can't say it wasn't
weird. Fun - but weird."

"Hasta, Sandy," he replied, with the easy smile one gives close
friends.

Absently, he caressed his groin, amused by smooth skin he hadn't felt in
a year. He chuckled to himself. He'd have to figure out some kind of
payback for Sandy.

Cassie dove into the pool again, and after rinsing off his crusty sex
filth, Sage joined her, cooling off from the hot afternoon. While they
floated about, their conversation turned toward what they'd just done.
It felt a little awkward, at first, but Cassie was always direct, and
Sage soldiered on.

Knowing Cassie had feelings for him that Sage couldn't reciprocate, he
emphasized how his heart belonged to Colton. Besides, she had a
girlfriend, and wasn't that enough?

"I know. We're just friends. But really good friends," Cassie sighed.
She remembered something she'd heard in a movie. "We could be friends
with benefits?"

Sage snickered. "You're relentless."

"Yeah, well, if little Sage wants to come out and play again, let me
know," Cassie joked.

Just then, they heard Colton call out from inside the house. "Hey -
anyone home?"

"Out here, dude!" Cassie yelled back, and Sage climbed out of the pool
to greet Colton.

Seconds later, Colton appeared, with a fresh bottle of Coke in one hand,
and one of the McDonalds' towels in the other. Not only did he have his
own key to the house, but he had the run of it.

Stopping short, Colton blinked at Sage, dripping in the buff, beneath the
cloudless, azure sky. While they'd changed clothes together, and
skinny-dipped in groups, Sage and Cassie had never hung out together in
the raw, by themselves. Colton knew it was Sage's fear of accidental
erections, something that was only beginning to curse Colton. Like Sage,
the 14-year-old blond surfer was developing slowly, and had only recently
started sprouting his first silky pubic hairs. He was grateful that his
diminutive penis and balls were finally starting to grow, however slowly.

"Dude, you sure took your time," Sage said, burying his face in the
cleft of Colton's shoulder, while squeezing him tightly. It had been two
weeks since they'd last seen one another, and Sage could feel the
evidence of his best friend's need burrowing into his lower abdomen.

Colton hugged Sage just as firmly. He loved the brunette boy more than
anything, and Sage was looking even sexier now that his hair was almost
shoulder length, like Colton's.

The boys' caresses lingered, and while they traded gentle kisses,
Colton's hands unconsciously drifted further south, to Sage's firm,
pale melons.

"Get a room!" Cassie called, laughing.

While Colton blushed, though smiling, Sage turned and arched an eye brow
at her, but said nothing.

Cassie got out of the pool to follow the boys, while they headed over to
the loungers

"Sorry I'm late," Colton said to Sage. "The Winchell's asked me to
clean out their garage. If I'd known you were here, I'd have called you
over. It was descent money, and I could have used some help."

Colton set down his Coke, unfolded a towel on a lounger, and shucked his
shoes and socks. Unceremoniously, he yanked off his t-shirt, then dropped
his canvas shorts, leaving him clad in nothing but a pair of skimpy,
satiny purple briefs, similar to the undies he bought for Sage. The white
waistband underscored his steely abdominal muscles, and bisected his
prominent "V."

Sage was always amused by Colton's public persona: a rugged, soccer
playing surfer, who shredded waves at a tough, locals-only beach, and who
most people assumed got all the girls he wanted. But in private, he was a
tender gay boy, with kinky tastes. The contradictions were evident in how
the tall (for his age), broad-shouldered blond, with a sun-bronzed body
ending at tan lines mid-thigh and at his waist, flipped his shimmering
golden hair back, put a hand on slender, sinewy hip, just above the
waistband of his form-fitting undies, and gave Sage a seductively pouty
wink.

Sage giggled. He was so fucking sexy, and in private, uninhibited.

"I guess I'll get as comfy as you two - I mean, if I'm not
intruding," he said with gentle sarcasm.

Peeling down his super-snug undies, he unveiled his 3 inch semi-hardness,
crowned with his small, fresh garland of a dozen silky hairs. His smooth
round scrotum was definitely larger than when he and Sage had met a year
earlier.

Standing up, he froze, staring at Sage's loins. Squinting and turning
his head in curiosity, Colton asked, "Dude, what happened to your
pubes?"

Sage blushed, and shrugged, while Cassie giggled.

"Same thing that happened to me, Colt," she said spreading her legs to
show off her satiny smooth cooze. "Sandy," she added, giggling.

Colton chuckled, and shook his head, then studied Sage's loins more
intently. Reaching down, he lightly caressed Sage's denuded pubis,
enjoying the smooth texture. "Nice," he murmured.

His merest touch sent sparks flying through Sage's loins, and the boy
quickly turned away from Cassie's view while his cock filled. Not that
it really mattered anymore if she saw him hard, but there was something
invasive about sharing this intimate moment.

Colton noticed Sage's quivering wand, and took the boy by the hand.
"Let's get in the pool."

"Hey, don't forget to rinse off, first, dude," Cassie remarked.
"You're fucking filthy."

"Yeah, yeah," Colton mumbled, and walked to the shower, with his hand
still in Sage's.

Cassie stared at the pair of creamy moons, flexing with every step. God
they were hot.

"I really missed you, Sage," Colton quietly said, giving his best
friend's hand a meaningful squeeze.

"Not as much as I missed you, Colt," the brunette replied, squeezing
Colton's hand in return.

"I saw your note at home. You been hanging with them all day?"

"Well, since Mom dropped me off."

"You were naked the whole time?"

Sage giggled. "Not at the game. But pretty much since we got here. I
lost a bet." He didn't need to elaborate, since Colton knew his cousin
well enough to surmise Sage had been set up.

Colton rinsed a thick layer of attic dust off, then joined Sage in the
pool. The pair floated and joked and chatted, ending up in chest-deep
water.

"How many times did you pop a bone, this afternoon?" Colton, wrapping
his arms around Sage's waist. The boy's slick, rubbery skin felt
marvelously smooth.

"Counting right now?" Sage replied, with a smirk.

Feeling firm flesh stabbing into his scrotum, Colton bit his lower lip,
and in reply, his partially stiff penis swelled to diamond hardness. He
leaned forward, poking Sage in his smooth pubis. Though Sage occasionally
woke at night from growing pains, he was still a few inches shorter than
Colton, and the blond surfer leaned down to rest his lips on Sage's.
Giving him a tender, lingering kiss, Colton pulled back to smile into the
boy's eyes.

At the same time, Colton's hands drifted south, to caress Sage's
slender buns. Sage followed suit, and the boys pulled their groins
together, mashing their rods in a throbbing sensual sandwich.

"I don't believe you kept that thing under control," Colton murmured,
pressing his pounding flesh meaningfully into Sage, "even around
girls."

Sage blushed. "I wish. Damn thing is pesky, ya know?"

"Oh, I do," Colton whispered, leaning in for another kiss. Surging
waves of desire, dammed up for two weeks, rippled through their
undulating tongues, dancing with each other, first lightly, and then with
greater fervor. Their hands caressed each other's backs and bottoms,
squeezing and fondling, filling their fingers with love made flesh.

Colton's hand slipped between them, and he fondled Sage's slickly
smooth, hairless loins with the flat of his hand. The boy's raging,
spongey meat, so familiar to Colton's touch, always thrilled the surfer,
with a shocking current of carnality. It felt like living steel, coated
in the softest skin, alive and demanding the the powerful grip he formed
around it.

Sage's lips left Colton's and he quietly moaned, "Sooo nice."

Sage nibbled on Colton's earlobe, making the taller boy shiver. "I'll
bet you've been missing this," he whispered, while his fingers glided
between them.

Finding Colton's nearly-4-inch hardness, Sage took the uncut head in
this finger tips, and slowly rubbed the foreskin back and forth, over the
boy's tender knob. Colton groan, and stroked the side of Sage's face
with his own.

"Oh, dude..." Colton murmured. "Maybe we should stop-"

"I said GET A ROOM you guys!" Cassie screamed and laughed, flying over
their heads and rolling with a flip into the pool.

Both boys sighed with frustration, pulling apart, but cradling each other
by the waist with one arm. Naked hip to naked hip, they smirked at
Cassie, as she surfaced with a grin.

"Naughty, naughty, little boys," she mockingly chided them. "Having
sex out here! In my backyard!  Where any innocent child like me could
see."

"`Innocent?'" Colton sputtered, to Sage's amusement. "You're
always jumpin' Sandy's bones everywhere in the house. You do it the
kitchen, the pool, the refrigerator, wherever." It might have been a
slight exaggeration, but whenever the family was away, Cassie and Sandy
were in the hay, and Colton had accidentally interrupted them too many
times to count.

"I'm just surprised you didn't molest my baby, here," Colton teased.
As he leaned in to kiss Sage on the cheek, he noticed the boy blushed and
squirmed a little.

"What?" Colton asked. "Did they..?"

Narrowing his eyes, he gazed Cassie.

"Um, we kind of...played around," Cassie replied nervously.

Colton closed his eyes and exhaled, and neither Sage nor Cassie knew what
to expect. Had Cassie blown it? Should Cassie have lied?

But Colton surprised them with a full belly laugh. "I knew it would
happen sooner or later. Cassie, you just can't keep your hands out of
the cookie jar.'

"Are you mad, Colt?" Sage quietly asked.

"No...Well, maybe a little. But not at you, dude," Colton replied,
squeezing his friend to him with his one arm. "What happened?"

In an abbreviated form, Sage mentioned that since they were in the buff
outdoors, the girls and he had put sunscreen on each other. One thing
lead to another, the girls had tied Sage up, blindfolded him, shaved off
his pubes, then jerked him off.

Colton laughed, more amused at the totality of Sage's ridiculous torment
than jealous of the boy's path to a happy ending.

"Then, they totally lezzed out," Sage said.

"You got hard, S.B. I think you liked watching us," Cassie said,
teasingly.

It mostly true. Girls did nothing for him. But watching Sandy and
Cassie...He couldn't explain why it was arousing.

"It was kinda hot doing it in front of you, with you all tied up, and
your wiener all hard and nothing you could do about it," Cassie mused.

"Jeez, Cass," Colton said. "You're out of control, and totally
shameless."

"You love it, Colt," Cassie replied. "I get to be the black sheep of
the family, while you and Noah are the little angels." It was almost
true, though, despite her tendency to raise hell, the McDonalds and the
Vannermans loved the girl.

"Anyway, I interrupted you boys. Do you want me to leave, or can I get a
peek at what you get up to? I mean, you got to watch us, Sage..."

Colton looked at Sage questioningly, who shrugged, entertained by the
idea. The boys whispered conspiratorially, then smiled at Cassie.

"Yeah, we'll give you a show, Cass," Colton replied. "But let's go
inside."

Gathering up their scattered things, the trio trooped to Cassie's
bedroom, and closed the door behind them.

It wasn't a very girlie room. No pink fabrics, no stuffed animals, no
bright fluffy pillows nor draping fabrics. On one wall, posters for
Primus and Nirvana bookended a neat array of photos of skaters and
surfers. On another, Cassie had collaged hundreds of Polaroid photos
she'd taken of friends and strangers, interspersed with her drawings.
Vintage furniture from the 50s. Cassie had her own style.

While she put on music, Sage and Colton rested their arms on each
other's shoulders, gazing into each other's eyes.

"You really wanna do this?" Colton whispered.

"Yeah, dude. Why not? It's just Cassie. And it's not like she's your
only cousin who's watch us doing it."

Colton smiled with the recollection of where Noah's voyeurism had lead.
"OK. But tonight, it'll be entirely about us, and you're gonna fuck me
silly."

"Deal," Sage smiled, then leaned in for a long kiss. Colton's lips
were pliant, yet firm. Tender, yet forceful. They were everything Sage
hungered for, and he spent a long time teasing them with his tongue, and
pulling on them with this teeth, before Colton's returned the attack,
sucking on his boyfriend's lips with growing ferocity. And finally,
their tongues slithered together to twine and dance, serpentine lovers
sliding in foamy currents of love and desire.

At the same time, their fingers toyed with one another's nipples,
conjuring hardness through gentle and then more insistent pinching and
pulling.

Heads ravenously dizzy, the boys forgot about Cassie, sitting at the foot
of her bed and staring at them with rapt attention.

Slowly, but surely, one of Cassie's hands drifted to her breasts,
feathering each in a vague imitation of the boys' amorous ballet; and
with the other, she slowly rubbed her smooth, moistening loins with the
flat of her hand.

Wordlessly, Sage guided Colton onto Cassie's full-sized bed, just a few
feet away from the girl. Pushing the blond onto his back, Sage lay on
him, chest to chest, cock to cock, and let his mouth wordless communicate
everything he felt for Colton with billowing voltaic vortices, manifest
in his tongue and lips.

Without a word passing, the boys' hips began to gently grind together.
It was the magnetism of load-filled stones, joined through two pubescent
conduits, and two minds merging into one.

Pumping gently at first, then a little faster. Hearts swollen with love
for one another, and cocks filled with need to express it, the boys
ground more forcefully.

Watching the the boys hips collide with the metronomic force of
California's oil pumps, Cassie's breath grew heavier. If only for a
moment, she could trade places with Colton, and feel Sage's hard-on
pressing against her own. What would it feel like? She rubbed her dewy
mound more urgently.

Sage's nuts tightened, and his distantly swelling climax came perilously
near to shore.

"Dude," he whispered, "I'm too close."

"You're always too close," Colton replied, lovingly. "But you always
persevere."

"Let me suck de liefdeshamer," Sage suggested, using their special name
for Colton's tool. His hips halted, and Colton knew knew Sage was
serious.

A moment later, Sage was lying on his back on the bed, with Colton
straddling his torso; firm, warm buttocks resting gloriously on his
chest, and the boy's increasingly thick, now nearly-4-inch hardness
waving just below Sage's chin.

The bed rocked from Cassie laying down parallel to the boys, who abruptly
jerked to look at her.

"Sorry guys. Don't mind me. I just needed a better view."

Colton rolled his eyes, while Sage shrugged. Turn around was fair play.

With his thumb and index finger, Sage stroked Colton's quivering stalk a
few strokes, and smiled at the dribbles of clear syrup frothing from his
boyfriend's piss-slit, through the port-hole opening of his foreskin. He
was about to extend his tongue to catch Colton's glistening manna, when
Cassie interrupted, making him turn his head.

"When'd you start making secret sauce, Colt?" Cassie asked, with
genuine curiosity. The last time the cousins had played around was back
in 6th grade.

"Cassie!" Colton growled. "If you can't zip it, you should split."
It was a hollow threat. He actually kind of enjoyed being seen. But the
weird thrill would be less exciting if the audience kept bothering them.

"I started a few months ago." Colton grumbled. "Now, silencio, OK?"

Cassie grudgingly agreed, and spank-fluffed a pillow under her head.
Meanwhile, Sage wiped drops of Colton's spooge off of his cheek, and
into his mouth, savoring the delicate sweetness.

Holding Colton's smooth and tight round scrotum in his palm, Sage gently
compressed it, until he could feel his firm balls rolling against his
hand. The boy's nuts had definitely grown over the last year. They were
almost the size of grapes. He loved to fondle and roll them, and
Colton's thighs squeezed Sage's chest reflexively from the delightful
bolts of pleasure bursting from his sack.

With his free hand, Sage gently peeled Colton's foreskin back over his
very wet glans, smiled at the crimson litmus of the boy's aching
arousal, then rolled it forward again. Forward and back, forward and
back, like a slow minuet, Sage slowly masturbated his best friend, in
time with gentle testicle squeezes.

Stroking a little faster, Sage milked more precum from Colton, and caught
it with his open mouth. Ignoring Cassie's deeper breathing, Sage's ears
were only filled with the symphony of squelching skin, and Colton's
slow, rhythmic moans.

Cassie, enthralled by the vision of boy-on-boy lust, had spread her
thighs, and was slowly caressing her dripping, hairless slit with the
flat of her hand. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to get in on the
action - especially Sage's throbbing boyhood, drawing her over with a
steady, needy wave. It wanted her fingers. How could she not obey? She
reached down, behind Colton's back, and took it between thumb and
forefinger.

Sage groaned, and looked over at Cassie, seeing only the direction where
her attention lay, but feeling the results. Colton followed his gaze,
then over his shoulder, and shook his head.

"Cass, you could at least ask," he chided the girl.

"You told me to shut up," she said, with mock innocence, fluttering her
eyes.

Colton looked down questioningly at Sage, who smirked and shrugged. Then
he peeled back Colton's hood, and dragged his tongue slowly along the
underside of the surfer's knob, to the tip and back. First, with slow
licks, then with fast flicks, he teased more moans out of Colton, who
instinctively pushed his hips toward Sage's face.

Glancing over at Sage's work, Cassie leaned down to follow suit on the
pretty brunette's loins. Sage felt her hot, wet tongue licking his
underside. Sage jerked slightly upward, his abs stiffening under
Colton's firm bottom, and his nose colliding with the boy's hard turgid
pubescence.

Inhaling deeply, he focused on how well Colton's cock was framed by his
soccer-toned pelvic "V." It was a vision of sinewy sex. He wished he
had his dad's Poloroid camera to take a shot of that menacingly hard
wonder bone.

Ignoring the steady swabbing on his own quivering prong, Sage sealed his
lips around Colton's foreskin-sheathed glans, and burrowed his tongue
within the the hood. Slowly circumnavigating the boy's knob under the
snug skin, he made Colton shiver, and groan.

While he delicately taunted Colton's enraged cap, sucking on it and
tongue lashing it, Cassie rolled back to watch, while still polishing
Sage's saliva-drenched head with her fingertips.

Sage moved his head all the way to Colton's base, pressing his nose into
the boy's lightly frilled pubic mound. It was difficult to ignore the
steady friction on his own tip, but Sage concentrated on massaging
Colton's length with swallowing motions: his cheeks and tongue working
like sets of hot, meaty waves, and his throat rhythmically clamping on
Colton's crown.

Cassie stopped stroking Sage for a moment, and disappeared behind Colton,
while the mattress rocked the bed. Sage felt Cassie's thighs on the
outsides of his legs. Her fingers held him by the base for a moment, and
he figured she just wanted a better view of his dick.

But suddenly, snug, wet meat squeezed the tip of his boyhood, and it
didn't feel like her mouth. It was way too tight, and he pulled off of
Colton to moan and gasp.

"Whaaah - what are you doing - UUUUh!"

It was almost like Colton's anus, yet wet, and with a longer muscle
grip. It was what his fingers had felt, earlier. But there were no
pleasure centers in his hands, while his tender antenna received all
frequencies of sensation.

Thunder stuck, he could only moan helplessly, as his boyhood was slowly
encased in the most marvelous, snug wrapper.

Colton looked over his shoulder, and exhaled in shock, maybe horror,
watching Cassie raise and lower herself with her knees. Sage's hairless
cock appeared and disappeared in her hairless clam, and it was gross and
alluring at the same time.

Sage's vision was filled with Colton's loins, yet he was inside someone
else, and he ignored thinking about where. It just felt so hot and good,
and, then the wet grip moved up, and then down, and Sage slowly matched
the velocity by slowly stroking Colton with one hand.

If only Colton's ass were this wet, Sage thought, and then, suddenly
realized the enormity of what was happening.

"Cassie!" Sage almost shouted. "Stop!"

Picking up on Sage's panic, though not the reason Colton angrily echoed
his boyfriend.

"God, I'm so sorry," Cassie said, quickly climbing off of Sage, and
stumbling through an explanation. She'd almost gone into a trance,
leaving morality behind. "I've never...done IT before. I dunno why
I...It's just, if I'm gonna lose my cherry, I want to lose it to one of
you guys."

Frozen, she blushed, inadvertently admitting she was also still sexually
attracted to her cousin - one of her best friends. Her tears welled up,
which softened Colton's heart, and he caressed her cheek with one hand.

"Shhhhh..." Colton said, soothingly, kissing her cheek, then lifter he
jaw to look her in the eye.

"I'd love to be the one, Cass," Colton whispered. "But remember the
last time you played with my thing?"

How could she not. They'd been watching TV together under a blanket in
seventh grade. It had been a while since they'd messed around together,
and she wanted to play with her favorite toy. Her hand had crept into his
pajamas, teasing him through his undies, then, eventually, into his
briefs. Over the course of an hour, she'd only managed to get it
half-hard, and never brought on the tingles. That was when he admitted he
was only attracted to boys.

She nodded, glumly. "Yeah."

Sage sighed. She may have been a mischievous sprite, but Cassie was
family to him as well, and he told her so. Maybe they could still make
this work for her. Besides, her pussy had felt so good around his
terribly tender tool - especially while he was pleasuring his boyfriend.

"There're a couple of problems, though," Sage pointed out: pregnancy
and STDs. "I don't have a rubber."

Cassie was despondent, and Sage sympathetic, while Colton thought for a
moment.

"You know who does have rubbers?" Colton said. "Noah. He keeps `em in
his sock drawer."

Cassie didn't wonder how Colton knew such a thing, and that Sage said
nothing meant Noah was probably no stranger to the brunette's ass.

"I'll be right back!" She announced with glee, and hopped off the bed.

Sage giggled. "I guess there'll be two of us losing our hetero
cherries," he said.

Colton chuckled, reaching behind, and glacially stroked his boyfriend's
tumescence. "You sure you're OK with this?"

"If you are," Sage said, thoughtfully.

"Well, as long as this isn't a regular thing."

"You know all I want is you: to be in you, to have you in me," Sage
quietly replied. "I fucking love you so much, dude."

"I love you more," Colton replied, half-considering impaling himself on
Sage's swollen sword, before Cassie could get to it.

Sage took Colton's cock in hand once more, admiring how it had grown an
inch over the last year. Sealing his lips around Colton's cap, he
unfurled the soaking foreskin with his tongue and lips, relishing the
feint liquor it wept.

With a slack jaw, he polished it against his left cheek, slathering up
and back for a while, then with his right. Colton's breath grew slow and
deep from the flesh swabbing him. Then, Sage guided Colton's cock up and
back on his his tongue, burning the tender underside with his hot little
sponge, and Colton eyes clamp shut, sighing deeply.

Sage pulled back, to suck exclusively on Colton's knob, while stroking
his shaft with two fingers and a thumb. At the same time, he extended the
middle finger of his scrotum-squeezing hand, to rub Colton's taint for a
moment, making the boy growl.

Just then, Cassie climbed aboard, straddling Sage's thighs, again.

"Got one!' Cassie announced, and Sage heard the package opening. Then,
there was a pause. "How does it go on?"

Both boys laughed. They'd struggled the first time they'd put one on
Sage.

"Here, let me," Colton said, half-turning and pulling his cock out of
Sage's mouth. "It goes like this..."

Sage felt the familiar feeling of latex unrolling down his member, but it
wasn't as tight as the "snug fit" type his father had bought for him.
Noah must have been buying standard-fit. Oh well, better than nothing.

When it got to Sage's base, Colton gave his boyfriend's nuts another
gentle squeeze. It was a good thing Sage had emptied his magazine
earlier, because the boy had a hair trigger, and this much attention must
have been driving Sage crazy.

Out of curiosity, Colton watched Cassie hold Sage's cock in position,
and then lower herself onto it. As it disappeared within her hairless
canyon, Cassie groaned with immense satisfaction, and Colton found
something deeply lascivious about the sight.

Sage bit his lip, holding back a moan. The warm heat descending on him
didn't have that delicious, wet, fleshy hugging anymore, now that he was
encased in latex. It was more like the first time he'd fucked Colton's
boy hole with a condom (at his parents' demand), though not as
crushingly tight. It was snug, and sent ripples of joy down his cock, but
wouldn't distract him from gobbling Colton's knob. And he was
ferociously hungry for Colton's drooling boyhood.

Gripping Colton's pulsating tip in his pursed lips, Sage rolled the
boy's foreskin back and forth with his mouth, and sucked down fresh
glazing from his pastry nozzle. At the same time, while still caressing
Colton's sack, Sage moved his finger from the boy's tasty taint, up
between his firm, rubbery buttocks.

Still moist from the pool, as well as perspiration from the last few
minutes, Colton's ass moisturized Sage's middle digit well enough that
he could slowly twirl it around the boy's cinching anal ring without any
lotion. As he slowly worked it in, he used his other hand to rub
Colton's shaft, with a firm grip and a metronomic cadence.

Meanwhile, Cassie was slowly rising and falling like a buoy at sea. She
was finally doing it! She was fucking a boy! And not just any boy. She
was fucking the finest boy she knew. She was riding his cock and she
gazed down, scarcely believing that hair-barren boner was going in and
out, and she was in charge of it!

So rad! The dyno fire building in her pussy lips grew, tingling up her
hole. Her tunnel ached and undulated, and she rode him a little faster,
wishing she didn't have latex separating their steamy flesh. She could
smell her own perfume, wafting out with ever pump.

With the high-pressure pussy grip on his rigid boy bone burnishing him
faster, Sage started sucking Colton further down, to the base and back.
Going down from tip to root, he rotated his head to and fro, with a slack
jaw, working Colton with his tongue and cheeks. On the way back up, he
sucked hard, rubbing the underside with his tongue. Slurping, sucking,
worshipping the cock he lived for, milking its seeping treasures.

About the time Sage's finger finally penetrated him, Colton's breathing
grew ragged, and every other exhalation was a moan. His finger combed
through Sage's long, damp, brunette hair. Fuck! Sage's mouth was a
bathtub of whirling pleasure. And - UUUH - Sage's finger plunged onto
his special place!

Sage teased Colton's prostate with a tickling series of curling rakes,
enough to pull loud groans out of him. Then, he focused on finger-fucking
the boy, in and out, punching Colton's ticket on every plunge, in time
with his hungry, sucking mouth, his other stroking hand. And every time
he stabbed into Colton, his palm pulled the boy's barely detached
scrotum from its foundations in Colton's cock, pulling the boy's penis
skin like taffy. He could feel Colton's nuts tightening, and he worked
the boy's tool and tunnel faster.

Colton grabbed Sage's hair by the fistful, and pulled himself forward,
fucking into the boy's face, gasping and groaning with every submersion
toward Sage's tonsils.

Staring at Colton's tasty ass, now fleeing and rolling forward and back,
Cassie caught sight of something. Was that Sage's finger in her
cousin's poop-chute?? So nasty - and so rad!

Cassie pounded Sage harder. She needed to cum, but his cock sliding
through her vag wasn't enough to get her there any time soon. She needed
it to grind it against her clit, as well. Likewise, her thighs were
getting tired from from an exercise form she'd never practiced in
soccer.

Reaching forward, she grabbed Colton's hips. He briefly paused, but
didn't bother to investigate why her hands were clamped onto his
slender, muscular hips. With a secure grip for leverage, she took a
diagonal attack on Sage's bone with renewed vigor. It rubbed into her,
and against her button like a pile driver.

Faster. She needed to fuck him faster. Harder. She had Sage Arsenault in
her and she was fucking him furiously. The wet slapping from butt checks
on thighs added to the symphony echoing in Cassie's bedroom.

By now, Sage's senses were a psychotic mix of gasping moans, musky
scents, sweet / salty flavors, and ridiculous, heavenly friction running
up and down his tender pubescence. His still naturally hairless bag
constricted, and he struggled to pump upward, despite the combined weight
of two kids on him.

He had to cum. He was going to cum! High pitched moans piping in a
rising tenor echoed off the walls, and he didn't even know they were his
own.

With a slackening finger in his hole, and the lazy mouth on his cock told
Colton everything. He pulled his cock out of Sage's mouth, just as the
boy's head pounded back into a pillow.

"GNNAAAAHHH!!!!" Sage shrieked, while his balls pulled into him, and
everything from his anus to his cock root strained to eject detonating
boy load deep into Cassie. Then, his head slammed back again, and he love
gun fired another volley. Head banging back in time with the savage
eruptions, Sage convulsed again and again. Who knows how many shots of
seed filled that condom, but his palpitating poker kept pulsing, even
with blanks, until, at last he collapsed.

"Fuck..." Cassie murmured. "That was intense."

"Yeah," Colton whispered, "He cums hard."

"Um, I haven't, yet," Cassie noted, quietly. "Should I get off of
him, and do it myself?"

Just then, the sparkling stars faded in Sage's eyes, and he answered for
Colton.

"Keep going, Cassie. Keep fucking me."

Sage was still at a point where he could cum and stay hard, and cum again
- though not nearly with the rebound or stamina he had a year or so
before.

Cassie's hips started rocking again, and her mouth followed suit.

"I'll fuck you hard, Sage Arsenault! I'll fuck you to fucking death!"

Colton looked down at Sage, and they shared an amused smile, then Sage
took hold of Colton's  flaming chorizo once again. Sealing his lips
around it, he bobbed back and forth, down to the base and back to the
nozzle, with his fingers stroking, just ahead of his lips. Though he
corkscrewed his head, he wasted little time on ornate technique. He could
tell that Colton needed to spew, and so he fingered fucked the boy
senseless, while polishing his quivering rod with tangy tingles.

Cassie grit her teeth, and pounded Sage - fuck fuck fucking him. Her grip
on Colton's hips inadvertently shoved her cousin's cock deep into
Sage's throat every time she arose from the boy's sexy, smooth base.
And he was still so fucking hard!

"Gonna..gonna cum, dude!" Colton gasped. He couldn't hold back, and
Sage wanted nothing less than the torrential flood that was about to
spill. Savagely plunging his finger deeply into Colton, Sage rubbed
aching pleasure waves out of the boy's prostate, which joined with the
explosive force releasing from his smooth, pubescent nuts. Two roaring
tsunamis met and surged through quaking meat.

A powerful blast of thin boy stew burst onto Sage's tongue. Then a
second, and a third. Even a fourth! This was more intense than either
boys' wildest fantasies. Sage held it in his mouth as long as he could,
then swallowed the slightly salty, sweet ambrosia, savoring the spicy
flavor, while Colton throbbed drily in his mouth.

The continuous friction on his hardness pulled Sage away from his
artisanal blow job, and he let Colton slip from his lips.

Cassie was now using Colton's hips like the handles on a vaulting horse,
pounding Sage with epic violence. She splattered the boy with vaginal
lather on every squelching landing, as hairless skin met hairless skin.
Slamming, slamming, slamming!

As his breathing slowed, and his brain regained his body, Colton decided
to help make Cassie's dreams come true, and join in, with his own meager
assistance.

Peeling Cassie's hands off his hips, and momentarily halting her
thrusts, Colton rotated around on Sage's tummy, lifting a slender,
sinewy leg above her head, to swing it to Sage's side. Face to face with
his cousin, Colton smiled encouragingly at her, and placed her hands on
his thighs, for the leverage she needed.

Cassie closed her eyes with determination, grit her teeth, and started
grinding again.

"Uhh...uuh...Uhh...uuh...Uhh!"

Watching her small boobs jiggling up and down, Colton stifled his
amusement. They reminded him of a heavy set boy in gym class.

Leaning forward, he knew where to touch her, like they'd done so often
on sleep overs, and in his fort, in 5th and 6th grade. Back then, it was
experimental and transactional. Now, when he brought his thumb to her
clit, it was out of love for her - as family and friend. Her first
boy-fuck outa be mind-blowing.

For his part, Sage wrapped his arms around Colton's waist. Hugging his
boyfriend from behind was a gentle reminder - at least to Colton - that
Sage was more than a dildo made flesh, and that Colton was the most
important person in his life.

Itchy ecstasy flared in Cassie, from the stimulation of Sage's cock, and
Colton's gentle digital manipulation. Colton was doing it how she'd
once taught him, and also pressing her button into Sage's pumping
hardness. Her tattered breaths were spiked with sighs and almost
tormented moans.

"Oh Gawd, yes! YES!! YES!"

The tingling grew into a blazing fire, and she pumped on Sage's
magically rigid prong with brutal friction. And then, moist fingertips
tweaked one of her hard nipples!

Her two favorite boys were both doing her! Pleasuring her! They were
fucking her! Making her groan and twist and shudder. And the roaring fire
suddenly burst in radiant waves.

Cassie threw her head back and forth, and shrieked incoherently, all the
while riding Sage like a mountain bike on a black diamond trail.

Colton pulled his hands away, and gazed in satisfaction at Cassie's raw
and unashamed ecstasy. In her moments of unbridled, enthusiastic release,
she was an angelic vision.

Cassie's wild ride slowed, and eventually stopped. Perspiration dripped
down her face and body, and she fell forward, embracing her cousin, and
Colton hugged her back. More than family, more than simple friends, they
shared the moment in quiet, exhausted contentment.

A moment later, Colton heard weeping muffled by his shoulder
.

"You OK, Cassie?" Colton asked, with surprised concern.

"Uh-huh," she sobbed, and sniffled. Slowly, she pulled back to face her
cousin with a tear-smeared smile. "I'm just so happy. You guys..." Her
words dissolved into more sobs, and Colton held her while she cried for
several minutes.

Sage didn't know how to help, but he squeezed Colton with his arms. At
the same time, his love limb softened, threatening to slide out of
Cassie.

Cassie's whimpering died away, and she released Colton, and leaned back.
Wiping her face with both hands, she laughed at her own blubbering.

"Look at me, being a big baby," she sniffled. Her eyes were as red as
her hair. "I'm gonna go wash my face."

As she climbed off of Sage, her hairless cooch carted the condom with
her, peeling it off Sage's glistening, 2.5 inches of soft, cum-soaked
boy meat. It drizzled semen on his lap and legs, as well as her thighs.

"Oh shit," Cassie said, pulling the latex out of herself. In the
process, she milked out more boy juice, making a bigger mess. "I'm
gonna take a shower. Can I just flush this thing?"

"Yup, unless you want to put it in your scrap book," Colton replied
teasingly, while rolling off of Sage.

Cassie chuckled, tempted to throw the slimy balloon at him, but left the
boys cuddling on her bed.

"Are you OK, dude?" Colton quietly asked, while combing Sage's
brunette locks back behind the boy's ear. Damn, but he looked sexy with
long hair, and Colton was glad he convinced his friend to grow it out,
swim-caps be damned.

"Uh-huh," Sage said, with a tender smile. Caressing Colton's cheek
with his fingers, he was thoughtful for a moment. "It was really
intense, though." He had a hard time explaining his feelings, fucking a
girl - and especially Cassie. But one thing was easy to explain.

"I couldn't see Cassie at all. So while I was sucking your dick, it was
like I was fucking you, too."

"You're a pretty flexible dude, babe, but I don't think even you could
do that, for reals," Colton replied, with a chuckle.

"We could always try..." Sage giggled, and leaned in for a long kiss.
Pausing for a moment, he changed course. "Why was Cassie crying? Do you
think she feels bad about this?"

Colton shook his head. "I don't think so. But we'll find out soon
enough."

Just then, Cassie returned, freshly scrubbed, and wrapped in a towel. She
sniffed and wrinkled her nose. "It smells gross in here," she said,
turning on a fan. "Shower's open," she said, pointedly, acting like
her same old bossy self.

Sage and Colton chuckled, and rose. Semen trickled down Sage's loins and
legs, and they walked briskly to the bathroom. Though it was tempting to
linger in the shower, the boys scrubbed quickly, dried off, and returned
to Cassie's room in the nude.

The girl was in bright red shorts, and was pulling a t-shirt on. "Noah
should be getting home soon, so get dressed, guys," she paused, then
slyly joked, "Unless you plan on doing him, too."

As she sat down, and the boys sorted through their piles of clothes, Sage
paused to ask something that had been bothering him.

"Uh, Cass...I thought that when girls...did it for the first time, there
was blood."

Cassie smiled, at her dear friend. "Oh, sweet, sweet Sage, this was my
first time. But your dick wasn't the first thing in me." Her
relationship with her dildo was probably the reason she hadn't shredded
his cock.

Sage pulled up the remains of his briefs and held our each piece in
either hand dramatically, raising an eyebrow at Cassie.

"What happened to your undies?" Colton asked, laughing.

"A victim of Cassie's impatience," Sage replied, tossing them into her
trash can. "I guess I'm going commando."

"No-no-no, Speedo Boy," Cassie replied, giving him her mischievous
grin. "That simply won't do."

Jumping up, she opened a dresser drawer, and pulled something out. Sage
sighed, knowing what was coming next. It had happened before.

Unfolding a pair of skimpy panties with both hands, she spread them out,
showing off pink polka dots on a field of white. Though similar to others
Sage had seen her in, the panties looked freshly purchased.

"Nice..." Colton said, quietly. He definitely liked Sage in skimpy
panties, and he hurriedly pulled on his own briefs to contain his growing
hardness.

Grudgingly, Sage slid them on, to Cassie's amusement and Colton's
delight. Sage's ass and hips were similar to Cassie's in size, so they
mostly fit - except for his junk, which was crushed in the skimpy
confines of the satiny material.

Soon enough, the boys were dressed, and lay on either side of Cassie,
cuddling with arms and legs. As they quietly talked, it was clear that
Cassie was glowing from her first fuck, and very happy it had been with
Sage and Colton. It was deeply meaningful to all three of them. At the
same time, she knew they'd never love her in the same way the boys loved
each other.

"But if you ever to want to go for another round..." she said, before
Colton changed the subject.

Later that night, under bed covers in the darkness of Colton's bedroom,
the boys caressed one another's hips through their snug underwear.

"You know," Sage observed, with a giggle, "if we have sex with Cassie
again, you can fuck her from behind and pretend it's a boy's ass."

Colton chuckled. "Right now, I can get into her panties and fuck a
boy's butt for real."

"Promises, promises," Sage whispered, sealing his lips to Colton's for
a lingering kiss.

Colton's finger's slid into Sage's girl panties, and gently fondled
his denuded pubic mound.

"This is really sexy, dude," Colton whispered. "Maybe you should keep
it like this."

"Whatever you want, perv. Whatever you want."