Date: Wed, 08 Apr 2020 16:19:50 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part5 | Revision 2 ====================== The continuing story of a New York City transplant and his best friend in the Sierras. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================== Thunder cracked, booming across the Sierra peaks. 14-year-old Obie Moore, soaked from the sudden, summer downpour, kicked the soccer ball hard toward Zev Becker's house, and ran faster across the muddy pasture. Zev and the three other boys also picked up the pace. Central Reno was in a harsh desert. But Zev's family lived in the Sierra foothills, and summer storms drifting from Tahoe weren't unusual. It'd been close to 90 degrees that Saturday, and the cool shower was a relief to the 5 sweaty boys. But even Obie, a transplant from Brooklyn the previous summer, knew that lightning in the West was a serious thing. As the boys closed in on Zev's house, they could see the adult Beckers and Zev's older sister leading the last of their horses into the barn. 12-year-old Zev caught up with Obie, and typically misheviously, pretended to trip his best friend. Unfortunately, at just that moment, Obie peered over his shoulder to make sure 13-year-old Harrison and the 12-year-old twins were still with them. The next thing he knew, he was face down in horse-trodden mud. "Oh shit," Zev said, half laughing, half ashamed he'd really tripped his his best friend. "I'm sorry, dude!" Obie rolled over, covered in grass and ooze and mire. But he was also laughing. "Bullshit, Z!" With a wild whoop, Obie launched himself onto Zev, rolling his friend in the earthen stew. Within seconds, all of the boys were wrestling and squealing in the soggy, streaming mess, dripping from head to toe with soil and horse shit. The mass of arms and legs rolled around in a giggling ball of filthy flesh and Obie could feel more than one erection pressing into him. "Hey you idiots!" Mr. Becker yelled, as he jogged past, returning to the house. "Get inside! No, inside the barn. And hose off when the boomers pass." The boys headed to the barn. Their jogging grew to sprinting when a thunderbolt hit a slope up the mountainside. The barn was new, replacing one that dated back to Zev's great grandfather, when the property was a real, working ranch. Half of it was dedicated to stalls for the handful of horses and a burro the family cared for. The animals snorted nervously, as another crash of thunder boomed nearby. The boys huddled in the other half of the barn, which was set up as a studio for Zev's dad, a successful painter. Looking at each other, they doubled over laughing. Clots of wet soil caked their hair. Amused gazing took on a more sensuous studying. As usual, Harrison had "forgotten" his swim trunks, when Zev's parent drove their son and his teammates to their home after their Little League game. The handsome short-haired brunette boy's briefs were soaked and filthy with clay and grass, and did little to hide the lump swelling their soggy, drooping front. The 12-year-old twins were also starting to harden, tubes pressing against their board shorts. Tim and Eric, normally very fair skinned, with bright ginger halos, had become giggling mud creatures, like the other boys. The temperature dropped in the downpour. The barn wasn't heated in summer, and the boys started shivering. "We should share body heat," suggested Harrison. The randy Boy Scout was always suggesting they share body heat. But this time he was serious. A close lightning strike rattled the windows, and Obie sat down on the tiled floor with his knees cocked up. Patting the floor in front of his lap, he looked up at Zev. "Z, sit here," he said, smiling at the lean 12-year-old. Grinning, the younger boy dropped between the 14-year-old's spread thighs, and wrapped his arms around Obie's legs. The older boy pressed his torso against Zev's lean back. Zev, who, like Obie had recently had a birthday, wasn't much shorter than his friend, and his body fit snugly within the soon-to-be 9th-grader's warm, slender embrace. Seconds later, Tim was pressing against Obie's side, and Harrison was planted like Zev between the 12-year-old's thighs, and then Eric nuzzled his ass against the Boy Scout's dingy undies. The boys leaned into one another, eagerly snuggling, waiting for the storm to pass. Obie rested his chin on Zev's shoulder, and in their cuddle ball, his hardness pressed against Zev's buns and lower back. The younger boy's knees were also bent, and Obie slid his fingers down Zev's thighs, into his baggie board shorts. Zev giggled, and rubbed his mud-caked face across Obie's. Uncut since he'd grown close to the older boy that winter, Zev's otherwise blond hair was as long as Obie's, mud-plastered to his shoulders. Obie's fingers reached Zev's groin, and he felt drenched cotton holding back a steaming heat. For some reason he couldn't figure out, boys in Reno tended to wear underpants inside their swim trunks. Obie's forefingers delicately rubbed either side of Zev's filthy cotton pouch, tickling each testicle separately. Zev shivered some more, and not from the temperature. "You making up for missing my ball game, today?" Zev teased. Obie chuckled, "I was playing with bigger balls this morning." Zev laughed. Obie wasn't much more developed than he, and Zev gave his friend shit in return. "But our balls are cute and your's are spotted." Obie's soccer team had had a game that day, and his mom dropped him off long after the Little Leaguers arrived at Zev's place. After joining them in the pool to cool off, Obie talked the boys into a barefoot soccer match in one of the pastures. Then, the storm hit. Alone with no adults around, a tempest of hormones rose with the calamitous thunder. Tim had his fingers inside Harrison's briefs. The Scout sighed, not only from the palm and fingers pressing into his barely pubescent hardness, but also feeling the Tim's prick pressing into him from behind. Harrison slid his fingers into Eric's swim suit and underpants, tenderly clutching his team mate's barren young boyhood with fingertips. "Mmmmm..." Zev murmured, as Obie tenderly clutched his straining little nuts with one hand, while dragging his other fingers along his bone through the 12-year-old's undies. "Obie, if you try for first base, you just might score." Turning his head to the side, Zev gazed into the older boy's hazel eyes for a moment, then brought his lips to Obie's. Just before they met for a tender kiss, Zev could see Eric passionately lip-locked with Harrison, while the 13-year-old's hand worked vigorously inside the red-head's swim suit. Tim was hugging the lucky sandwich boy tightly from behind, grinding into him, and rubbing the 13-year-old's diminutive cock with the flat of his hand. Though they'd been teasing all afternoon, Zev and Obie took their time. Their tongues met to tap lightly, while the older boy gently caressed his best friend's loins with tickles and traces. They'd grown to know each other's needs intimately, and neither was selfish in their desire. Moreover, the boys loved to taunt each other until they quivered and whimpered. While they languidly kissed, there was a rhythmic fury muffled through slapping wet clothing, and moans building in higher pitches of register. "Uuuuuhhhh! Harrison, that feels so good! Do it faster." "Your weiner is so hard, Eric!" Tim's cadenced grunts were muffled by a mouthful of Harrison's shoulder, and he ground harder into the shortstop. The friction built, with Harrison's mud-marinaded boyhood driving relentlessly into Tim's cupped and rubbing hand, while hugging Eric with his arms and thighs. "Fuck! Fuck yeessss!" Harrison squealed, as his diminutive boyhood exploded with hot, dry spasms. Only stopping for a moment to heave while his dick hammering died, the 13-year-old's fingers rubbed Eric's little pole with a thumb and a couple of fingers. Faster and faster, the fire built, until the pale boy's nuts contracted in their tiny sack, and he shuddered, silently panting while his cock dry-heaved. Zev giggled into Obie's mouth, then pulled away. "Some people have no patience." "Savages, Zev. They're positively uncouth," Obie replied, with a fake posh accent, and the boys chuckled, before kissing gently again. Just then, a car horn blew from the driveway. "Fuck," Tim muttered. "It's mom." The boys belatedly noticed the rain had ended, and Zev scrambled up to peer around the barn door. Sure enough, Mrs. McNeely was in her SUV, and Mr. Becker was standing beside, chatting with her, pointing at the barn. Zev, Obie and Tim readjusted their mood-deflating cocks, then all five boys went around the side of the barn. Zev turned on a hose, and sprayed down Harrison first. The 13-year-old shivered in the stream, and by the time he pulled down his clay-stained briefs so Zev could rinse his ass and privates, his dick and balls had shriveled under the half-dozen hairs he'd recently sprouted. While Zev hosed down Tim, Harrison trotted back to the house, his dripping underpants clinging to his firm, jostling buns. "You didn't come, did you?" Obie said quietly to Tim. "No," the younger boy huffed gloomily. "I'll take care of you when we get home, bro," Eric promised, just before Zev's stream hit him the chest. The redheads carried smaller equipment at the best of times, and by the time they were clean, their pink, prepubescent junk had turtled back into their bodies almost painfully. Still caked in drying mud, Obie and Zev walked the twins back to the SUV. Mr. Becker handed them towels, like the one Harrison wore around his waist in the back seat. They followed suit, while Mr. Becker loaded in their uniforms and gear. Mr. Becker reminded the boys they were all going up to Tahoe at 10 AM the next day. As the car drove away, Zev's dad suggested his son and Obie rejoin civilization sometime soon. "We're leaving for dinner in two hours," he added, before returning inside. "Glad you're staying over tonite, Ob," Zev said. "The people we're having dinner with are soooooo boring." "Is that the only reason?" Obie smirked. "Well, it's not the BIGGEST reason," Zev chuckled, before tackling Obie. Rolling and wrestling in mud once again, the boys giggled hysterically, shoving grass and sopping soil into each other's swim trunks. The grappling slowed, as Obie lay on top of his friend.Hard young cocks pressed against each other, and Obie lay a gentle kiss on his friend's lips. "You know, I really like you, Obie. I'm glad you're my best friend." "Me too, Z," the older boy replied quietly, and pecked his friend on the lips. "Maybe we should get cleaned up." "Or maybe get really dirty, first." "You're such a horn dog, Z." Zev flexed his dick into Obie's. "Like you're not." Obie helped his friend up, and followed Zev behind the barn. Both boys untied their board shorts, letting them fall to the ground. Obie's 6 inches pounded at an angle, from a lightly feathered pubic mound. He'd grown a few more hairs since he'd first met Zev, but still hadn't hit his growth spurt, and his balls remained smooth and full, like a plumb. Zev's hardness strained up his filthy Fruit of the Looms, pulsating against their soiled and soggy cotton curtains. "Why do you wear underwear in your bathing suit, Z?" The younger boy shrugged, pulling his briefs down and off, into the mud. "My parents always dressed me that way, until I was dressing myself. The one time I didn't, my dad said `no one wants to see your bits, Zebulon,'" the 12-year-old imitated his father's deep voice. "I like seeing your bits," Obie replied, in a sultry voice. "I like touching them even more." Walking over, Obie reached out, as if to grab his friend's thick, 4-inch boner, pronging from a still hairless base, and a barely detached, walnut-sized sack But just before he would touch his friend's quivering desire, Obie crouched and tackled Zev. The boys were rolling and wrestling in the slop once more. Soon, giggling turned to panting, as tickling turned to caressing. Lying side-by-side in the mud, the boys slid their hands up and down one another's slender, muscular torsos, and their dicks reached out to play patty-cake in a pool of sludgy water. Their lips met again, and Zev rolled Obie onto him once more. No more padding lay between their rigid, needy cocks, which pounded together with diamond hardness. Zev slid his hands up and down Obie's slick, slimy thighs, before caressing and squeezing the older boy's firm, round buns. Obie's earth-clotted hair swung down in filthy curtains around the boys' faces, and their kisses grew more passionate. Zev pulled Obie's hips into him, while thrusting up to meet every ramming with his own. Their cocks burrowed with a steady, hungry tempo. They'd been slowly stoking each other's engines all afternoon, and they were now defenseless against their agonizing needs. "Obie! You're! So! Beautiful!" Zev finally gasped with each pump of his hips. "Put that dick in me!" Obie knelt back, sitting on his heels, and Zev quickly rolled over. Getting on all fours, the 12-year-old rested the side of his face in a muddy puddle, while spreading his knees widely, and reaching back to pull apart his firm and slender buttocks. Obie smiled at the sight of Zev's much-swampy valley, and the starfish opening obscenely in the center. Normally, he took his time, but with Zev urging him on, the older boy guided his throbbing prong against the 12-year-old's clammy, wet opening. Slowly, he pressed his circumcised head, until it popped through. Zev loved being filled with Obie's hot, steely flesh, and they'd been regularly fucking for six months. When he masturbated alone while they were apart, Zev plunged his fingers, and sometimes a hairbrush handle up his hungry hole. So he didn't need much time to relax around Obie before the older slid himself inch-by-inch into Zev's tight little ass. Thin, earthen gruel formed a fibrous lube. Zev pressed back with his hips, and flexed his bowels around Obie, making the older boy groan. When his soft pubes nestled between the 12-year-old's cheeks, Obie waited for Zev to tell him he was ready. It wasn't more than a moment. "Fuck me, dude. Fuck me hard," Zev whimpered with a high, piping voice. First slowly, then faster, Obie pulled almost all the way out of his friend's punishingly tight tunnel, then plowed back in. Every time his knob rolled across Zev's little pleasure bulb, the younger boy gasped. Zev's boy baffles buffed his hardness with a wet warmth with which Obie never tired. In fact, every pump made him desperately crave more, and he slammed harder and harder. The boys' grunting and moans burst with every slap of hips against buttocks "Fuck me harder, Ob!" Zev pleaded. His small, hairless nut sack, barely detached from conjunction with his dick, was already tightening, while his little grapes churned with a barely pubescent load. "Fuck my little mud hole!" Zev barked. Obie laughed hard. He wondered where Zev came up with half the things he said. But he focused on the need in his own swollen balls. "I'll fuck your butt so hard you'll need to stuff it with ice cubes." In a dizzy delirium, Obie lost all other sensation to his cock, pummeling his friend while his nuts raged with Greek fire, needing to spill in a volcanic torrent. By then, Zev raised himself onto his forearms, using them for leverage to slam back into Obie. At last, the heat in his ass, and the itch in his prostate were too much for him to bear. He tried holding off his climax, squeezing his anus. But that only cinched his ass around Obie more forcefully, and both boy were lost in a frenzied explosion. Zev's head rocked up and down, dragging his long, swamp sopping hair through more mud. Without touching himself, Zev felt his young boyhood erupt, and it violently burst with dribbles of clear boy syrup. Obie cried as his cock detonated, spilling several jets of thin, yet milky seed into Zev's clenching cave. Stars burst behind his eyes, and he used Zev's slender hips as handles to plow the boy several more times, tenderizing his raw cock until it stopped pulsing. Heaving, Obie fell forward onto Zev's back. The younger boy, in turn, collapsed, laying on his belly in the mud. As Obie softened, and eventually retreated from Zev's ass, both boys sighed, filthy and content. "`Fuck my mud hole'?" Obie asked, chuckling, resting one side of his face against his friend's. "Uh, how about `boy pussy?'" Zev asked, laughing. "You spend too much time reading porn." "That's because I don't spend enough time with your cock in my boy pussy," Zev retorted, and they both laughed. "You wait until tonight, Z" ================================================================= To be continued... 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