Date: Tue, 03 Mar 2020 18:55:21 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part 2

The continuing story of a 13-year-old New York City transplant and his
11-year-old friend in the Sierras.

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Straddling the limb of a tree 10-feet above the raucous schoolyard, Obie
Moore lay his chest on the soft, warm wood. A wind had kicked up,
rhythmically shaking the branch up and down into the young boy's torso and
crotch, and it felt so good, he wrapped his arms and legs to squeeze the
tree into him. He didn't care about the kids pointing and chanting, "Obie's
got a boner! Obie's got a boner!"

Dim light flushed the tree and school away, and it took a moment for the
13-year-old to realize he was not only no longer in Brooklyn, but in his
new friend Zev's bed. And Zev's hand was in Obies's underpants, slowly
stroking his turgid boyhood. Lying on his back, with the dim pre-dawn light
streaming through Zev's bedroom windows, Obie turned to see the mischievous
grin plastered across the 11-year-old's cute little face. He could also
feel the younger boy's hardness pressing into his hip, grinding in time
with his slowly stroking hand.

"Good morning, Auberon," Zev whispered, teasing the older boy with his full
given name. "King of the Norse Faeries," he quietly giggled, and stroked
the 8th-grader's wand a little faster, while leaning over to give the boy a
gentle kiss.

Obie ran his fingers through the 6th-grader's blonde hair, pulling him in
for a deeper kiss. Then, sliding one arm under the younger boy, and one arm
over, Obie pulled Zev up on top of him. The warmth of the younger boy's
bare legs against his own was exquisite, while Zev's hardness surged
against Obie's.

The 8th-grader lightly pushed Zev up by the shoulders. "Sit up here," Obie
whispered, repositioning his friend until Zev's bottom rested between his
bare, spread thighs, and the younger boy's naked legs draped over
his. Their warm, steamy balls nuzzled through their briefs, and Obie sat up
to press his lips to Zev's once again.

While the boys kissed, quietly moaning into one another's mouths, Zev
wrapped his arms around the small of Obie's back, pulling their groins and
torsos together. Compounding, aching hardness throbbed between their
penises, like little lovers straining to embrace through stretchy cotton
curtains.

Pulling away from Zev to smile groggily into the blond boy's gray-blue
eyes, Obie quietly teased the younger boy. "Give me that wiener, Werner,"
he chuckled, using Zev's proper first name. Zev smirked in mild irritation,
while Obie reached both hands under the tails of the adult, man's shirt the
6th-grader wore as a pajama top, pushing both their waistbands down to
their cock roots.

Their circumcised heads mashed together violently. Obie reached between
them and wrapped his hand around the pair of poles. Amazed at the thickness
and length of the 11-year-old's throbbing boyhood, Obie started to wrap his
free hand on the other side of their joint flesh staff, when Zev brushed it
away. His smaller hand joined with Obie's around the surging, serpentine
mass, and together, they pleasured their pubescent desire. The 8th-grader
began to leak, and with their rhythmic churning, their stomaches flexed
with each stroke. High-pitched, soft little moans filled the air, along
with a musky fragrance of boy perfume, as their young cocks slightly sweat
from meat-on-meat heat.

"Your dick is savage, Obie," Zev whispered through the older boy's long,
brown hair, while the 8th-grader kissed the boy's cheek.

"You're fucking huge, dude," Obie marveled. The younger boy's dick was the
twice the size his had been at 11.

Their joint stroking grew faster, and both boys locked their heels around
each other's buttocks, cinching themselves into a tighter, thrusting knot
of hot pubescence. Friction built, as did their stifled sighs, and the bed
creaking grew noticeably loud.

Stroke, stroke stroking in the early morning hour, the young teens suckled
on each other's shoulders and necks, and sweat dampened their shirts.

"Almost there!" Zev quietly heaved.

"Me too! Let's do it faster!"

Their mutual fist hammered like an explosive pile-driver of boy need,
pulling until Zev bit into Obie's shoulder through the boy's
t-shirt. Obie's muscles muffled Zev's groan, as 6th grader's nuts
contracted and burst. A tiny trickle of clear boy-syrup bubbled from his
pee-hole.

Zev's bite cracked the dam holding back the Obie's sperm tsunami. Silently
wailing and thrashing his head back and forth, the 13-year-old clenched his
eyes shut against the explosion of sparks, and he detonated jet after jet
of milky young cum. From his toes to his anus, everything thrummed
harmonically, and his body seized five or six times.

The boys stopped pumping, gently holding their slowly softening
cocks. Gradually, Obie became aware of his drenched shirt. Opening his
eyes, he surveyed a mess all over his t-shirt and Zev's pajama top, while
the 11-year-old was grinning in amusement.

"You cum a lot, dude!" Zev giggled.

"Sorry, Z," Obie said sheepishly.

"No worries. We'll hit the bathroom. Then we have to tend the horses," Zev
said, reminding Obie of the chores he agreed to help with before breakfast
and church. "But first, give me one of those special Obie kisses."

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The Beckers and Obie got back from church and changed into comfortable
clothes. Zev took the 8th grader out to the barn and saddled up a horse,
explaining how all the tack worked.

"Don't worry, Obie," Zev tried to reassure his older friend. "Maggie here
is hay-burner. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body."

The New York City transplant wasn't reassured. Riding horses sounded exotic
and cool, until he saw how gigantic they were, at least compared to a
5-foot high boy. But by the time Zev had him saddled up, slowly pacing
around a corral, he was having fun.

Over the next hour, Zev coached his friend through riding basics, and Obie
was warming to the idea of a ride up the Sierra foothills, to the snow
line. Just then, Mr.s Becker came out to tell the boys she was taking Zev's
sister shopping for a prom dress.

"We're gonna take a ride up Mt. Rose," Zev replied, pointing at a lower
slope of the mountain.

"No, not until Obie's had some practice with Maggie." Thinking about Obie's
limp from a fall snow-boarding the previous day, she asked him, "How's your
leg doing?"

"It's pretty sore, Mrs. Becker," he called out.

"It's not gonna get any better riding. I think you're probably done for the
day." Telling the boys they'd be back in a couple of hours, Zev's mom soon
left with his sister.

After getting Maggie's gear secured, Zev and Obie headed back into the
house, and got something to drink. Looking over his glass of O.J. and
staring deeply into the 13-year-old's eyes, Zev smiled mischievously.

"Since you're still sore, we should go up to my room and stretch out," he
said quietly.

Gazing back into the blond boy's liquid hazel eyes, Obie couldn't help but
pick up the undertone. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

A few minutes later, Zev closed his bedroom door behind them, and bit his
lower lip while looking at his older friend, who was pulling off his parka.

"We should probably lose our pants, to make it easier," Obie quietly
suggested.

Zev nodded, and walked over to the 13-year-old. Still smiling into Obie's
eyes, Zev undid the older boy's jeans, and let them fall down his slender
legs.

"It's kind of warm in here. We don't really need our shirts," Zev
said. Grabbing the bottom of Obie's base layer, he pulled the thermal
undershirt up and off the boy's slender frame In the afternoon light,
admired his friend's lean figure. A lump was rising in the front of Obie's
tight, sky-blue briefs.

"Your undies are so sexy, dude," Zev whispered, tracing his fingers up and
down the fabric tightly wrapping Obie's slender hip. His own dick was
hardening quickly at an awkward angle.

"Um, thanks," Obie replied. "Aren't you going to join me?"

"Uh huh," Zev replied, pulling his own shirt up and off, then undoing his
jeans. Slipping down his slender hips, Zev's pants caught on the bulge
springing straight out of the front of his underwear, Giggling, he gave
them a push over the pulsating hill, and let them fall to his ankles.

"Looks like you're already getting a good stretch," Obie chuckled, running
his index finger along the pole rhythmically straining against Zev's white
Fruit of the Looms.

Obie turned to pick up his jeans and toss them toward his backpack. As he
did, Zev gasped. What had been a small bruise on the back of Obie's thigh
the night before was now an enormous purple welt.

"Dude, you have the most gigantic bruise on your leg," he said in awe, and
when he touched it, Obie winced. "Lay down on the bed. I'm gonna get a cold
pack."

Turning to look at his backside in Zev's mirror, Obie's jaw dropped. While
his friend trotted to the kitchen, the 13-year-old stretched his back and
arms, then lay face down on the younger boy's bed. Zev returned, shutting
the door. A moment later, Obie jerked when Zev placed a bag of frozen peas
against his injury.

"This'll help with the swelling, Ob." It also chased away the swelling in
Obie's briefs, and the 13-year-old felt goosebumps grow from the cold pack.

Straddling the older boy's firm, round buns, Zev sat on Obie's ass. "Just
relax, and let me give you a good massage."

Expecting an inexperienced back rub, like the kind friends would give him
in Brooklyn as a prelude to mutual masturbation, Obie was stunned by the
deep tissue massage Zev gave him. It was pro-level, with fingers digging
deeply into his knotted muscles.

"You're really tight, Ob," Zev murmured, kneading his friend's sinewy
shoulders and arms.

There was no way Obie would fall asleep in Zev's hands. For one thing, the
boy's thumbs dug almost painfully. For another, Obie could feel the younger
boy's hardness pressing into his bottom, and this started to re-inflate his
own cock.

"This is soouuuuuaaaahh gooood, Zev," Obie moaned. "Where'd you learn
this?"

"Mom's a physical therapist," Zev replied, as he turned around, straddling
Obie in the opposite direction. After flipping the peas on his friend's
bruise, Zev reached down to work on the boy's ropey calves.

"Your legs are so sexy, Obie," Zev whispered. His angle of attack pressed
his cotton-cloaked hardness deeply into Obie's crevice, and he couldn't
help but slowly and gently hump into his friend's firm bottom. "And your
ass is amazing."

Obie's cock was rigid again, burrowing into the mattress, and he had to
reach down to readjust himself into a comfortable position.

When Zev finished working his magic, Obie felt like a boy-shaped
pudding. Zev pulled off the no-longer frozen peas, and rolled Obie onto his
back. He smiled at the pulsating tube, running up to the waistband of
Obie's tight little briefs.

Still straddling his friend, and facing Obie's lower half, Zev grinned over
his shoulder at his friend.

"You know what I love more than your perfect ass?" Zev asked
rhetorically. "It's this," he said, reaching down to squeeze Obie through
his undies, making the 8th-grader moan.

Obie had been with many boys his own age and older, but Zev was probably
the sexiest guy he'd ever been with. And when the 6th-grader repositioned
himself to bring his face to Obie's loins, he showed himself to be the most
eager.

A small, cotton covered moon filled Obie's vision, and he slid his hands up
the back of Zev's creamy white thighs, and caressed the boy's pliant
buttocks through his underpants. At the same time, Obie felt the front of
his own briefs being pulled below his rock hard tumescence, then hooked
beneath his nuts. Zev's warm and moist breath tickled Obie's quivering
prong, just as the older boy squeezed the 6th-grader's buns, then
repositioned the younger boy's knees back up past his head.

Zev sighed in wonder as he studied his friend's fat, six inch love gun,
while it drummed against a lightly haired pubic mound. Framed by a lean,
muscular "V," Obie's circumcised penis rose at a slight angle from a full
and still hairless scrotum. It was a real big boy cock, dwarfing any of his
friends'. Zev couldn't wait to grow hairs like that silky brown feathering.

Gently gripping Obie with all of his fingertips, Zev opened his mouth and
engulfed the older boy's cock with his wet, steamy mouth flaps. His small
mouth sealed half-way down Obie's shaft, and started sucking back and
forth, letting the tip reach the back of his mouth before sliding back
again. He'd been practicing for year with a couple of friends from Little
League, and knew to be careful with his teeth.

Obie groaned at the hot, wetness pulling on his tender bone. For the last
minute, he'd been rubbing Zev's pounding prong through the soft center
panel of his Fruit of the Looms. Then, he'd begun nuzzling the
textile-trapped boy tube, licking and nuzzling Zev through his undies until
they were wet. When Zev's mouth pulled him in, Obie peeled the younger
boy's waistband under his 11-year-old, walnut-sized scrotum.

Zev's thick, 4-inch boyhood wagged and beat against Obie's nose. It was so
big for his age, and yet rising from an utterly hairless base and
shrink-wrapped marbles. Obie was envious of junk that would become
monstrous in time. With thumb and fingertips just below the Zev's knob,
Obie held the younger boy by a circumcision scar thick like a turtleneck
sweater. Then, he kissed and licked every millimeter of the 6th-grader's
tender head.

Obie approached Zev's dick like an artist carving pleasure into stone-hard
flesh. At the same time, the younger boy sucked his friend with
workman-like dedication. What he lacked in skill, he made up for with
furious hunger. He wanted Obie to cum. He needed Obie to cum. While he
focused on slurping and bobbing with fury, he groaned as he felt Obie's
finger's stroking him, while the older boy's mouth gently and carefully
teased his helmet until he moaned with his mouth full. It itched and burned
in his 11-year-old knob.

For his part, Obie was having a hard time concentrating on teasing Zev. The
wet friction was building a furious, billowing tornado of heat in his nuts,
and his cock was flaring from stroking fingers, lips and tongue. And he was
so turned on by the gorgeous blond's slender yet muscular body, it felt
like he'd erupt just gazing up at the young boy's abs. He didn't want to
come so quickly, but Zev was working him ferociously, and Obie pulled off
Zev's dick long enough to plead with him to stop before he blew. But Zev
only sucked harder, eager to fill his mouth with boy juice. He was the only
boy in his group to start shooting, even if in microscopic bursts, and he
wanted to know how big boy cum tasted. Moments later, he found out.

Obie pounded his fists against the mattress, choking back a loud groan that
would have rattled windows, and couldn't help but pump his hips up and down
with every powerful jet erupting from his clenching nuts. Zev swallowed the
first two, but couldn't keep up, and let the rest drool down onto Obie's
loins. The salty taste wasn't bad, but viscous texture was a little
gross. Pulling back to study Obie's angry red head, Zev gently milk the
last drops from the older boy's fading climax.

Obie was crushing fistfuls of bedding as he shook his head and caught his
breath.

"Fuck, man, that was fast!" Obie sighed.

"I love making you cum, Ob," Zev replied, getting up lie face to face. "You
shoot like a firehose."

Obie knew that wasn't exactly true. He'd refined his oral skills with a
babysitter attending NYU, and he'd swallowed full loads of young man
cum. Still, from an 11-year-old's perspective, it was probably a lot.

"And it doesn't taste too bad," Zev murmured, before leaning in for a
lingering kiss. Obie could taste himself as their tongues met to tap out
messages of affection and desire.

Leaving Zev's lips, Obie rose from the bed, and pulled off his briefs to
wipe himself clean. Leaning over the 6th grader, Obie gripped the boy's
Fruit of the Looms by either hip. Zev lifted up his round little ass so the
13-year-old could pull his bone-white briefs off, and let them fall to
floor, next to his soggy undies.

"Let's give your's a taste test," Obie smirked, getting to his knees beside
his younger friend. Kissing him lightly on the lips, the 8th-grader slid
his lips down Zev's neck, kissing down to the boy's slim chest. Kissing
each of Zev's dime-sized nipples, Obie made the boy quiver when he spent
time sucking and gently nibbling on each hardening cone.

Zev had never played with a boy's nipples before, and couldn't believe the
electric shocks shooting out of his little buds. Then Obie's tongue traced
down to his belly button. While tracing his fingertips around his friend's
slender abs, Obie corkscrewed his tongue tip down into Zev's navel.

Obie's tender teasing was having its expected result, as Zev's thick young
dick pounded anxiously against his bare pubic mound like a dog's tail.

"Ooohbie, that feels so good," Zev moaned. His hands had been laced behind
his blond locks, but now they were pulling his own hair, eagerly
anticipating pillowy wetness against his turgid young pole.

Obie spread Zev's legs, and crawled between them. Then, he cocked the
younger boy's knees up, with his feet resting flat on the mattress. Zev
couldn't wait to plunge his cock into Obie's mouth, and unconsciously
raised his hips slightly in anticipation. But Obie wasn't going immediately
onto the interstate without a lengthy detour.

Gently gripping Zev by his hairless base, Obie held the boy's dick straight
up, and knelt to kiss its tip. Gently tickling Zev's urethra with his
tongue tip, Obie traced down the shaft to the boy's small sack. Barely
detached from his four-inch cock, Zev's tight little scrotum nestled gently
between Obie's thumb and forefinger, as he gently rolled each testicle, and
traced patterns with his tongue tip.

"Jeeez, Obie!" Zev huffed, squirming from the delicate torment. His suck
buddies had never spent so much time teasing him, and if Obie's mouth began
working on his head, he'd have exploded immediately.

Relishing the boy's anguish, Obie made sure he only held Zev's cock with a
thumb and forefinger, bringing no friction to bear on the quivering,
11-year-old root. When he engulfed the 6th grader's sack, and gently sucked
and swirled, Zev cried out, and couldn't help but grab Obie by his long
brown mane.

He was groaning incoherently while Obie spent many minutes bringing
sensations Zev couldn't believe building in his tender young nuts.

Obie gently pushed Zev's knees up to the boy's chest. Pulling the younger
boy's hands from his hair, the 8th-grader wrapped them to the back of Zev's
thighs.

"Can you hold your legs like that, Zev?"

"Uh-huh," the other boy murmured, wondering what his friend was going to do
next.

Obie's tongue returned to his nuts, and Zev was about to beg the older boy
to just start sucking him, when he felt the 13-year-old's mouth travel
downward. Sharply sucking in his breath, Zev's mind spun from Obie licking
and sucking the space between his balls and his ass. Then, he was shocked
when Obie's tongue travelled between his buns, licking all around his firm
little valley. Why would Obie go down there, of all places? But when the
older boy's tongue started twirling around his tight little anus, he didn't
care. He didn't know an ass could feel so good.

Hearing his friend's high-pitched grunts, Obie smiled, and drilled a little
faster into the younger boy's bottom. In minutes, he'd breached the ring,
and that's when Zev reached his limit.

"Pleeeeease, Obie!" Zev wailed. "I can't take any more."

Grinning, Obie took pity on his friend, and kissed his way back to Zev's
rigid boyhood. Palming the 11-year-old's little nuts, Obie gently burrowed
his middle finger against the boy's tight little hole. At the same time,
Obie sealed his lips around his friend's fat helmet. Rapidly flicking his
tongue on the underside of Zev's glans, while pressing his middle finger
further into the 11-year-old's tunnel, Obie was rewarded with a slender
hips thrusting up toward him.

If Obie hadn't had practice with young adult cock, he'd have gagged when
the Zev's prong hit his throat. But he made swallowing motions, and rubbed
the underside of the boy's penis with his tongue, then pulled back to the
tip.

Just then, Obie's finger pressed into Zev's tiny acorn, and with a
high-pitched shriek, the boy felt his nuts contract, and Obie slid the boy
all the way back into his mouth. Gently rubbing the 11-year-old's prostate,
the older boy sucked up and back with each pulse from Zev's young
pubescence. A slightly sweet taste lingered on his tongue, while the boy's
climax slowly died.

Obie let his friend soften in his mouth, while gently pulling his finger
from the youngster's ass. Zev let his legs flop down, while he gasped for
breath, and Obie got up to wipe the trace residue from his finger on his
own underpants.

Lying back beside Zev, Obie smiled, seeing his that friend's eyes were
still closed, and that he was still gently heaving.

"Fuck, Obie," Zev sighed. "I didn't know you could do things like that."

"There's a lot we can do together, Z," the older boy replied. Then he
leaned over to give his friend a light kiss on the lips. Zev wrapped his
arms around the older boy, squeezing him tightly.

"I'm so glad you're my friend, Ob," Zev whispered into the 8th-grader's
long hair. Then he caught sight of his bed side table, and he gasped with
exasperation.

"What's wrong?" Obie asked, as the younger boy rolled away.

"My mom's being annoying," Zev replied, pointing with his chin toward the
bedside table.

A box of condoms and a small bottle of KY rested discretely by the lamp.

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