Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2020 14:39:19 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part 6

The continuing story of a transplanted New Yorker and his best friend in
the Sierras.

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"It's gotta be around here, somewhere," Obie Moore muttered with
exasperation. 16-year-old Richard Long slowly skippered the speedboat in
a widening spiral search for the younger boy's Patagonia baggies he
hoped were floating on the surface of Lake Tahoe. But even with 8 boys on
the lookout, they couldn't find 14-year-old's swim trunks.

Obie sighed with resignation at the undignified end of his first stab at
waterskiing. The other boys were all experienced wake boarders, but they
figured that might be too tough for the former Brooklyn boy's first shot
behind a speed boat, and brought skis for Obie. He'd managed to stand on
his third water start, and was jerkily plowing along when he hit a
serious wake from a much faster boat passing the opposite way. In a
second, he was back in the chilly, deep blue alpine lake. Unfortunately,
he didn't let go of the rope handle, and two seconds later, his
elastic-waisted board shorts were gone with the water pulling against
him.

Except for his red vest-shaped life jacket, Obie was stark naked when he
scrambled back onto the boat. Like most young boys, the 11-13 year olds
couldn't help but check out Obie's equipment before he wrapped a towel
around his waist. Three of those boys weren't fooled by a dick and
scrotum clenched into a pale little cold-shriveled ball. Zev Becker,
Obie's best friend, as well as 13-year-old Harrison, and the two
identical twins, Tim and Eric knew from personal experience that the
older boy's cock would be growing later into an impressive 6 inches from
his lightly feathered base. They couldn't wait to get away from the
Becker's annual 4th of July barbecue to slake their thirst for dick.

"OK, I guess that means you're done for the day, Obie," Richard said,
when they gave up the search and rescue. "Unless you want one more run
in the raw."

"Go for it, Obie!" Zev cried, daring his friend. Soon, the other middle
schoolers were chanting the same. A late bloomer, and at he beginning of
puberty, the 14-year-old was no longer comfortable with his body. While
he'd been happy to scamper on nude beaches with his family a year
before, his normal self-confidence disappeared with his bathing suit. As
the boys started chanting his name, peer-pressure overrode body shame,
and he jumped back in the water, nude but for the life jacket. In
moments, he was back up on skis, while the boys cheered in triumph. The
cheers turned to laughter, as another boat passed in the opposite
direction and some teenage girls did double takes, whistled and waved at
the sinewy, long-haired youth.

Exhilarated, Obie was grinning when his turn was up, having not fallen,
and the other boys clapped as he climbed back on board. Zev hugged Obie,
before the 14-year-old had a chance to tie his towel.

"That was fucking righteous, dude," Zev said, squeezing his best friend
tightly. Then Zev slapped Obie's bare bottom, making him squeal, before
tossing the wake board into lake. Then, the 12-year-old untied his
Volcoms, and pulled his trunks and undies down and off.

Zev grinned, while the other boys laughed.

"You don't think you get all the fame, do you, Obie?" Zev asked. Obie
grinned, noticing the long-haired blond boy's thick young dick was
starting to swell from his still bald pubic mound, just before Zev jumped
into the lake.

For the next 15 minutes, Obie was astonished by Zev's wake board tricks,
almost forgetting his buddy was flashing several boats they passed.

Before Richard headed the boat back to the picnic beach, two other boys
shredded the lake in the raw, establishing their own legendary status
with pictures circulated on Snapchat. Though the 16-year-old skipper
thought it was all hilarious, he was eager to offload the boys, and pick
up the high school girls waiting for their turns.

As Obie waded to shore holding his towel tightly with one hand, and his
phone with the other, he got some curious glances from the 11th-graders
wading out to the boat.

Beside him, Zev giggled. "I think you started a new tradition, Ob.
Richard's probably gonna use you as a dare for those girls."

Obie smiled, still annoyed he'd lost his swim suit. "At least something
good came out of it."

Zev regaled his parents and the other adults drinking beer around the
barbecue with the Tale of the Nude Waterskier, much to Obie's
embarrassment, before the older boy could get the keys to the Beckers'
SUV. Beyond a stand of pines, in the parking lot, Obie traded his towel
for a pair of bright orange and white-striped hip briefs and jeans. It
was 80 degrees and crystal clear in the high Sierras that afternoon, but
the dry air would get chilly after sun down, and now he was grateful for
the change of clothes he'd brought in preparation for the 4th of July
fireworks.

Walking back to the party, Obie's belt-less jeans slid down his slender
hips, showing a good two inches of his underpants. Despite knowing the
14-year-old was gay, a couple of the middle school girls from his church
youth group still flirted with the very pretty, dark-haired boy. Noting
he was getting sunburned, Penelope and Leila insisted on applying
sunscreen to Obie's torso, one taking the front, and the other taking
his back. He could see his big brother and parents barely suppressing
laughter at his expense, and he turned a shade redder.

Eventually, he made his way over to his family.

"Hello, Mr. Popular," Mrs. Moore said with grin, handing Obie a can of
sparkling water. "Good thing those girls weren't out on the lake when
you boys put on your show."

"Good thing he likes boys," his father retorted, "or we'd be
grandparents by next summer."

"Uuuuurhhhh, you guys," Obie said, cringing, while his family laughed.
His brother piled on as well, and he was glad to peel away when Zev came
to collect him.

"If you're not going to wear a shirt, put on more sunscreen," Obie's
mom called out while the boys walked.

"Uh-huh," he replied, with a flippant wave, then muttered to his
friend, "Wish you hadn't told everyone, Z"

The younger boy chuckled. "Dude, like no one was going to talk about the
Obie Challenge?"

"The wha - never mind," Obie replied, shaking his head.

At the waterline, the twins were waiting with Harrison, next to two
beached canoes. Tim and Eric, identical pale and freckled red heads, were
in their baggie board shorts, long-sleeve rash guards, and wide-brimmed
Tilley hats. Harrison, like Zev was also bare chested and wearing big
board shorts, but sporting a Giants ball cap.

A minute later, the boys split up into two canoes, with Zev and Obie
leading the way to a secret spot the younger boy found years before with
his big sister. Freya already let him know she wouldn't be sneaking over
to smoke weed with her friends until after sunset.

20 minutes later, they pulled up to a jumble of boulders leading up a
ledge in the granite cliff face barely visible between tall trees. With
no beach for a mile in either direction, it was peaceful and secluded
from everything but the occasional passing boat.

Tying the canoes to a low-hanging tree branch, the boys hoisted daypacks
and scrambled up the boulders to the hidden ledge.

"Sweet!" Obie exclaimed, taking in the commanding view of Lake Tahoe.
Not for the first time, he was glad his dad had taken a tech job in Reno.

While the other boys tossed their packs and hats, Zev climbed up and out
onto a tree limb jutting over the water, to tie off a climbing rope he
brought every year. Cut short, the rope was firmly attached to a hardwood
dowel. As he dropped back down, he faced Obie with a grin.

"Ta-dah! Rope swing, dude!"

Obie looked over cliff edge, framed by the boulders they'd climbed on
one side, and a soaring evergreen on the other. The blue water below
suddenly seemed a whole lot farther away.

"Looks a little sketchy, Z," Obie replied, suspiciously.

"Water's deep here, Ob," the 12-year-old replied. "Watch how it's
done."

Tossing his sunglasses away, Zev stepped to edge, and placed the dowel
seat behind both knees. Grabbing the rope with both fists, he jumped and
seemed to drop several feet, before the tree bough bent. Long straight
hair fluttering like a golden flag in his wake, Zev soared out over the
water, and then the tree limb stretched back, pulling Zev's arc skyward.
When he hit the apogee, the 12-year-old flipped backward, around his
bent-knee axis, spinning twice in the air, before straightening into a
solid head-first dive, hands like knives to cut the water. A moment
later, Zev surfaced, fist pumping and howling with joy.

Obie whistled and clapped, while Tim reeled in the swing, before jumping
off while standing on the seat. About the time Zev climbed back up the
rocks, it was Eric's turn.

"You gonna try it, Ob?" Zev asked, wiping streaming water from his cute
little face.

"`Course. That's phat, dude." The 14-year-old wasted no time
shimmying out of his jeans. Standing up again in only his sunglasses and
snug little striped undies, he smiled checking out Zev.

The younger boy's board shorts had pulled halfway down his hips,
revealing several inches of his wet and clinging, bone white briefs.

"See something you like, Obie?" Zev asked with feigned innocence.

"Uh-huh," Obie said quietly, smiling and nodding while Zev ran an index
finger up and down the front of his undies and swim trunks. Obie's cock
twitched at the sauciness.

"Wanna see more? I'll bet you would."

Harrison, the perpetually horny Boy Scout was about to take his turn on
the swing, but stopped short to gaze at Zev's languid strip tease. He
had to readjust his rapidly inflating, 13-year-old cock when Zev bent to
slowly lower his trunks to his ankles, and shake his ass at Obie.

When Zev stood up, the two other boy's could see 12-year-old's clinging
tighty-whities revealing every contour of his small sack and an engorging
lump rising up the front of his fly.

Turning to Harrison, Zev raised an eyebrow. "Well, dude?"

Harrison giggled. He was an eager exhibitionist, and dropped his swim
suit in a heartbeat. With hands on his hips, he proudly turned to show
off the tent pulsing up the front of his bleached white underpants.

By then, the twins had climbed back up the rocks, their drenched red mops
plastered to their freckled ivory necks.

"What's up?" Tim said, giggling at the three boys hanging out in their
underpants.

"It's The Obie Challenge, again," Zev answered with a grin.

"It is not a challenge, Z" Obie replied with exasperation. "I lost my
swim trunks, and I'm not swimming in Levis."

"Oh, you're not challenged?" Tim teased, stroking a forefinger along
the rigid thickness stretching up the front of Obie's skin-tight undies
before Obie could swat it away with a giggle.

"You guys gonna give us a show?" Zev asked, hopefully.

The twins grinned and chuckled, knowing the other boys loved to watch
them play. Turning to one another, Tim and Eric slid their arms around
each other. If Tim hadn't been wearing blue trunks and a matching rash
guard, and Eric been in red, they'd be mirror images, bringing their
pink lips together for a slow kiss. Their hands glided across their
slender backs while their kissing grew more passionate. Then they pulled
away slowly, catching their breath for a moment.

Eric reached down and untied Tim's blue stripped O'Neil's, then knelt
to lower his brother's wet baggies slowly to his ankles. A lump was
swelling from the front of his sopping, short, light blue boxer briefs.
Slowly getting up, Eric kissed the length of Tim's growing pubescence,
then stood to pull brother's rash guard up and off his skinny, pallid
torso.

They kissed again, through wide grins, then Tim slowly pulled off his
brother's soaked rash guard. Turning Eric around to face their audience,
Tim reached from behind, tracing one set of fingers to one of his
brother's nipples, gently tweaking it. Meanwhile Tim slid his other hand
down Eric's slim, creamy abdomen to the front of the 12-year-old's
Hurley's. Kissing Eric's neck, Tim tweaked his brother's other nipple,
and gently squeezed the boy's arousal. Eric shut his eyes, sighing
loudly, and the other boys couldn't help but rub their own erections
through their scant clothing.

A moment later, Tim untied his brother's dripping swim trunks and let
them fall. Now clad only in bright red briefs, as short cut as Obie's,
Eric's hardness stretched a coup of inches up the front of his soaked
undies, outlined clearly by very skimpy, clinging cotton.

For a couple of months, Obie could only tell the twins apart from a scar
on Eric's thigh, and their individual tastes in clothing. That personal
choice reached all the way to the tight fabric covering their swollen,
prepubescent loins.

Tim stepped from behind his brother, draped an arm across Eric's
shoulder, and cocked a hip out and smirked. "So...What's next?"

"Obie has to try the swing."

"What?!" The 14-year-old was dumbfounded. His rigid boyhood needed
Zev's attention, immediately.

"You're not afraid, are you, Oberon?" Zev said, taunting him with his
full given name.

"Of course not, Z, but...Jeez!" He stomped over in frustration to the
swing, and walked over to the edge. Holding the rope with two hands, he
rested one foot on the dowel, then hopped off the cliff with the other.
His stomach lurch as he fell fast, then swooped outward and up, and
barely remembered to let go before the swing started its return. The cool
alpine water put his erection in full retreat. But the lake felt good,
and he wanted to ride the swing more, but much later.

Just as he started climbing the rocks, he heard a squall of laughter and
Harrison's high-pitch scream, "No, don't you guys! Come on!"

Obie looked up and saw Harrison struggling between the twins on either
side of the Boy Scout, while Zev was pulling the swing behind the
13-year-old. Giggling hysterically, the twins counted down from three,
and ran off the ledge, while pulling Harrison with them. Tim and Eric let
go, free falling to explosive splashes. At the same time Harrison's fall
was briefly arrested by the swing, which Zev had looped through the leg
holes of Harrison's underwear. With a course ripping sound, his undies
plowed between his slender buns, and Harrison squealed loudly as his feet
dragged forward into the lake. Hanging from a wedgie stretching up behind
short-cut brunette hair, Harrison struggled and squirmed, while the swing
gently dragged him back to a pendulous stop.

The other were laughing hysterically at their friend suspended in
helpless humiliation. Harrison kicked uselessly, hanging knee-deep in the
lake.

"Come on, guys! It's not funny! Help a dude out!"

His leg holes were torn, and all that held Harrison was what remained of
the front and back of his ruined briefs.

"Do you think we should let him down, Eric?" Tim asked, treading water
nearby.

"I don't know, Tim," his brother replied, laughing and shrugging. "I
mean, always sneaking up and giving us wedgies."

Eric cupped his hands to yell up at Zev. "Yo Zev. You think we should
let him down?"

"He's been a pain in ass all summer. The salty Jello was the worst,"
Zev called, mentioning one of Harrison's many practical jokes at their
expense. "What do you think, Obie?" Zev hollered down.

Just then, a boat motored past, and honked its horn. The boys could hear
adult laughter in the distance. Obie figured Harrison had paid the price
for his mischief.

"Come on, Obie! Pleeeeease?" Harrison begged, squirming in futility to
get out of his tighty-whitie harness. "My balls are getting crushed!"

With Harrison's 90 pounds suspended from his ass and taint, Obie was
sure the boy's sack was also getting punished. But every time Harrison
twisted, the 14-year-old could see a rigid little wand pressing up his
briefs. He was sure Harrison loved getting wedgies as much as he loved
inflicting them.

"I don't think Harrison's ass will be any good if you leave him up any
longer," Obie said, with fake resignation. "I guess you should let him
down."

Tim and Eric whispered into each other's ears, grinning, then swam over
to the hanging boy. On a three-count, the twins wrapped themselves on
Harrison's slender legs. Kicking upward to raise the helpless boy, Tim
and Eric each swung a hand to slap an exposed buttock,  then dropped with
all their weight to pull him down again.

"Owwwww!" Harrison squealed as the trio bounced and spanked him a
second time, tearing more of the boy's briefs from their waistband.

On the third spanking bounce, the twins pulled the 13-year-old through
his torture sling. A mighty tearing sound matched in timbre Harrison's
loud squeal. While the threesome submerged into the lake, the tattered
briefs rocketed upward, like a white flag of surrender.

Obie climbed up the boulders, with the other three boys behind him.

"You guys suck!" Harrison said, though he was laughing as well.

"That was hela hilarious, dude!" Eric could barely manage between belly
laughs.

At the top, Zev was grinning, and handed Obie a towel. "What did you
think of the Death Wedge, Ob?"

"Looks like payback's a bitch, Z," the older boy replied, while
toweling off.

Zev unfurled his own towel, and lay on it, studying Obie. His still
hairless cock lurched against his briefs in spastic lurches. When Obie
finished drying, Zev patted the piece of ledge next to him, and the older
boy spread his towel next to the other boy's.

Laying on his side, Obie traced a finger from Zev's damp blond locks,
past his lightly freckled cheekbones, and down to his jaw. Smiling with
unfettered affection, he leaned in, and kissed his best friend gently,
while reaching over to clasp Zev's throbbing boyhood through his damp,
white briefs. Zev sighed into Obie's mouth, and brushed his fingers down
the older boy's side to his damply inviting, snug little undies. His
fingers found their way to the rigid, quivering boy pole stretching
Obie's undies with rhythmic pumps. The two boys gently, tenderly, and
utterly delicately tickled their fingers up and back along each other's
lengths in their cooling cotton boy wrappers.

Zev's eyes feasted on Obie's hilly abs, slender hips and sinewy legs,
elegantly framed by his very sexy striped underpants. "He's so fucking
hot," he thought, closing his eyes and plunging his tongue into Obie's
mouth, "Im so lucky."

Both boys were vaguely aware of their friends giggling. Eric and Harrison
had their arms draped across each other's shoulders, staring with wide
grins at the porn puddle at their feet. Stark naked in the crystalline
mountain air, Harrison's cock was quickly filling, rising to a slender 3
or so inches above the handful of silky new hairs. At the same time,
Eric's bright red briefs were stretching straight out with throbbing
need.

Harrison took Eric in his arms. One hand slid down to the red head's
slim, round ass, squeezing one of his buns, while running his other
fingers through Eric's  streaming wet mop. The boys grinned at each
other, before their lips met hungrily.

Tim had already peeled off his own dripping top. If anyone had looked,
they have seen the clear outlines of his rigid 2 inches and tiny nut sack
cameoed in his skimpy, clinging boxer briefs. The 12-year-old had been
rubbing his aching hardness with the flat of his hand for a moment,
gazing longingly at the four other boys passionately making out. Then, he
peeled off his undies and knelt behind Harrison to caress the
13-year-old's firm, slender globes.

Red abrasions marked the underside of Harrison's pink, tenderized
buttocks. When Tim gently parted the boy's fleshy divide, he gasped.
Clear lines of roughly scraped flesh makes parallel lanes on either side
of the Boy Scout's anus.

Tim half-laughed, half sighed. "Har, looks a little sore down here."

Harrison pulled away from Eric for a moment and smirked over his
shoulder, "Maybe you can kiss it better." Tim eagerly complied, gently
pursing his lips against his friend's raw, inner buttocks.

Harrison winced, then his tongue sought Eric's mouth again. Their turgid
pubescent poles pumped against one another through the taught, skimpy
material of the red head's briefs.

Breaking their kiss again, Harrison gently pushed Eric a few inches away,
toward the granite wall. Shaded sunlight dappled across Eric from breeze
swaying tree branches, and it seemed like his freckles danced across his
cute little face. Harrison bent forward, reaching down with one hand to
cup Eric's cotton-wrapped bone and tight little bag. While gently
squeezing all of the redhead's boyhood, Harrison pulled up the hem of
Eric's rash guard above one of the boy's nipples to lick and kiss the
hardening little cone. The redhead sighed, then licked his thumb and
forefinger to gently stroke Harrison's quivering little glans.

Tim spread Harrison's legs a little wider, and dove further in between
the boy's firm, yet pliant flesh flaps. With his nose resting at the
very bottom of Harrison's valley, and buns engulfing his face, the red
head sealed his lips around the boy's tender rosebud, sucking and
licking in an ethereal haze. His right hand slid around to Harrison's
loins. Feeling his brother's fingers at work on Harrison's cock, Tim
tickled back to the 13-year-old's smooth and swollen purse, rhythmically
squeezing it in time with his tongue's penetration.

In minutes, Harrison was dizzy with need, forgetting to even stroke
Eric's cock through the boy's undies. Panting and groaning, he begged
Tim to get out the baby oil he knew the twins had brought.

While Tim was digging through his backpack, Harrison knelt down to lower
Eric's tight, wet briefs to his ankles. Tracing his tongue up the red
head's leg, he briefly stopped at the boy's 2-inch, ivory tumescence.
Harrison swabbed the underside of Eric's angry, red helmet, then sponged
all the way to the boy's tight little scrotum. Up and back, Harrison
teased his teammate until the boy was moaning, and gripping his hair with
both fists. Then Harrison stood to kiss his friend  on the lips once
again.

Tim filled his hand with a generous fistful of lube, and splashed it from
Harrison's nuts to the top of his crease, and greased himself with
indulgent fist pumps.

Eric turned around, spreading his legs widely, before leaning forward and
rested his hands against the granite wall. With the red head's round
little rump jutting out invitingly, Harrison eagerly took the oil bottle
from Tim, and lubricated the boy's divide. Harrison caressed Eric's
back with one hand, while gently working a finger into the boy's tight
hole with the other.

Eric loved being penetrated as much as Harrison, who was breathing deeply
with Tim's gentle intrusions between his wedgie-stinging buttocks. Soon,
he was pressing back to meet Tim's fingers, while Eric pushed back
against him.

"Do it, Har," Eric growled. "Screw my butthole."

His dick flexing like a three-inch arm doing curls, Harrison gripped his
glistening tumescence with a thumb and index finger, and lined it up at
Eric's loosened boy hole. Pressing gently, but firmly, his bullet-shaped
head pierced into Eric with little resistance, and a moment later,
Harrison wrapped one arm around the red head's chest, hugging him
tightly. With his other hand, the brunette boy reached back to pull aside
one of his slender buns.

With Obie and Zev's enthusiastic help, Harrison and the twins had gotten
a lot of experience in what followed next. Tim stretched the other half
of Harrison's bottom widely open, and aimed his own 2 inch, pale love
pump at the Boy Scout's winking starfish. Within moments, Tim's bald
and pallid pubic mound was pressed between Harrison's cheeks, and his
tender little root engulfed with squeezing, hot boy meat.

The three boys had spent many long afternoons in forest hideouts
synchronizing their kissing and stroking and sucking and humping and
fucking, and were becoming well practiced in physical harmonies.

They rested only a moment, while Harrison hugged his other arm around
Eric, sealing his torso to the red head's back. At the same time, Tim
gripped Harrisons shoulders with both hands, and gently slid back a
little, careful not to pull his cock from the brunette's vice-like love
oven. Harrison pressed further into Eric, who pushed back with his hips,
and then all three boys reversed directions. With slow micro thrusts, the
boys gradually built a lilting, grinding cadence, grunting with every
pump.

"Oh fuck. Oh Gawd!" Harrison wheezed. He loved dick in his ass so much,
and he flexed his bowels around Tim with every pull. And his little dick
was braising with wet heat from each and every pump into Eric's tight
little bottom.

Eric and Harrison always took turns as the filling in their boy sandwich.
But Harrison could never fight the mounting fury in his balls, as his
dick was buffed with cinched boy anus, while his ass was being pummeled.
The three boys were like a machine, and he was a tender cog, unable to
slow the grinding in front or behind. And he couldn't stop the billowing
fire building his his hair triggered loins.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Harrison's cries echoed off the granite wall, as
he hugged Eric tightly and plowed him to release his volcanic eruption.
While Eric's cock flared with itchy fire, vomiting its minuscule
ejaculate, and he convulsively humped into the red-head's creamy firm
bottom, his anus crushed like a soft Chinese finger trap around Tim's
tiny torpedo. Normally, the pressure cooker on his cock would have ripped
his climax from his Tim's hairless loins. But earlier in the morning,
he'd crept into his brother's bed, and woken Eric to quietly exchange
morning blowies, and so, Tim lasted though Harrison's loud and
shuddering boy explosion. When the brunette's anus finally released its
death grip on his dick, Tim slammed vigorously, panting and moaning while
his tight, undescended sack burrowed into his loins. Harrison, still
drooped over Eric, kissed the boy's shoulders and gently stroked the
12-year-old's throbbing little dick with one set of fingers, and tickled
the red head's nuts with the other.

Just as Harrison's cock softened and slid out of Eric, Tim gripped the
Boy Scout by his slender hips and plunged with all his might. Burrowing
as deeply as he could with 2 rigid inches of slender prepubescence, his
body was wracked with dry fire sparkling across his tummy and down his
legs.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" The boy's unrestrained groan echoed off the wall
and through the trees. Still pushing in with all his leg muscles, Tim's
back arched gymnastically, while 3 more pulses erupted from his cock, so
dry they could have pushed Nevada's desert dust.

Tim moaned so loud he broke Obie and Zev out of their delirious reverie,
and both broke away from each other's cocks to marvel at the
12-year-old's tectonic finish. Zev giggled, then turned his attention
back to Obie's saliva-soaked six inches, which he held with a thumb and
forefinger to face downward to his lips. The 14-year-old's hairless,
plumb-sized sack was held mercilessly in place by Obie's white elastic
waistband, constricting into his perineum.

While Zev resumed to licking and kissing up and down Obie's quaking
length, he moved his fingers away from the older boy's stalk, and gently
squeezed his nuts. His other hand had snaked under Obie's leg elastics
to caress his best friend's firm globes. Soon, Zev's fingers were
traveling along Obie's canyon, tickling and tracing around the boy's
tunnel of love.

Obie, kneeling above Zev in the direction opposite to how the younger boy
lay, rested his forearms on either side of his friends hips. He was still
entranced by the three-some two feet away. Tim had taken Eric's place,
resting his hands against the granite wall, with his athletic little ass
jutting out from his widely crossed legs. His brother stood between
Tim's thighs, and was rhythmically thrusting into creamy buns identical
to his own. It looked like a single boy frantically fucking his mirror
image, but Eric's piping, cadenced moans were far different from his
brother's. Also spoiling the image was Harrison, who knelt behind Eric,
burying his face between the red head's buttocks, no doubt tongue mining
for any taste of his own semen in the boy's tender boy hole.

Zev's renewed oral assault shook Obie from his voyeurism, and he groaned
when Zev's tongue tip worked into his pee-hole. Obie took Zev's
4-inches in a couple of fingers and stroked the thick shaft from where it
emerged from the 12-year-old's fly. Through the opening in Zev's
Fruit-of-the-Looms, flickering sunlight reflected off the boy's
completely pale, hairless groin.

Sealing his lips around Zev's knob, Obie swirled his tongue around the
boy's tender, circumcised head, then flicked it with reptilian speed
across the tip, earning shivering moans. He stroked a little faster and
sucked a little harder, while tickling and caressing Zev's pubescent bag
through underpants soaked not only from the lake, but also Obie's mouth.

A sharp little pain echoed from his bottom, where Zev had pierced him
with a finger, and he growled with pleasure around Zev's helmet. He slid
Zev all the way in, to the top of his throat, burying his nose in undies.
Making swallowing motions with his throat, Obie massaged the younger
boy's sensitive tip in a way that made Zev shake under him. As Obie
pulled back, breathing through his nose, he rubbed Zev's topside with
his tongue, all the way to the boy's glans, his suctioning mouth buffing
the boy with pillowy wet cheeks. Then Obie's head drove forward again,
sucking and licking and swallowing and making Zev lose focus.

The younger boy's mouth grew slack. Swirling down the maelstrom,
sparkling light and bliss churning from his loins, Zev barely registered
Eric's sharp crescendo of climactic cries, just two feet away. His own
little nuts pulled tightly, his abs tightened like steel coils, and his
legs strained. Then his hips shot up, propelling his dick into Obie's
mouth with frightening force. Zev's back arched and he wailed, and his
cock worked furiously to eject his tiny load.

With Zev's hips pressed up on either side of his face, Obie eagerly
swallowed the slightly salty syrup streaming in 2 wet pulses, and
continued to gently suck the boy through 3 more dry detonations.

Zev was panting, and Obie supported his friend's ass with his hands,
gently lowering the boy while he softened in his 14-year-old mouth.

"Holy fuck, Ob," Zev sighed, his eyes still closed.

While Obie was delicately putting Zev's almost flaccid boyhood back into
his undies, he felt Zev's lips once again pursed around his tender head.
As the younger boy began flogging him again with his tongue, Obie rested
the side of his head on Zev's wet, cotton-wrapped lap.

Zev's finger left his hole, and his hand pulled out from his leg
elastics. Then, Obie felt the back of his undies lowered beneath his firm
little melons. Two set of fingers parted his fleshy divide, and a second
tongue was was washing his rubbery white walls. Obie looked back and saw
Harrison was kneeling in the small space beyond Zev, his brunette head
buried in Obie's ass. The Boy Scout couldn't get enough anus, it
seemed, and Obie sighed as the 13-year-old's tongue slid into his
loosened gates. Resting his head again on the front of Zev's soft, wet
underpants, the older boy's eyes closed, just as he took in the sight of
the twins, sitting side-by-side and smiling at the new three-way love
puddle.

Obie gasped from Harrison deeply fucking his ass with his tongue,
grateful he'd prepped his bottom with a thorough cleaning that morning.
Then, he almost squealed as his knob slid into Zev's throat, and the
younger boy tickled his nuts with his tongue for several moments, while
gently tickling them with his fingers. Zev's lips pulled back, and his
tongue swabbed the upper side of Obie's cock, while squeezing the boy
with his cheek baffles. At the same time, he'd formed an "o" with two
fingers and a thumb around Obie's shaft, gripping tightly, following
Zev's lips forward and back.

Harrison traced his tongue down from Obie's crevice to the
14-year-old's balls. Zev's fingers left his sack, playing with the
older boy's soft, sparse hairs, and rubbing circles around Obie's
tummy. Harrison's mouth sucked in the older boy's entire scrotum in his
eager mouth. The 13-year-old's face rested rested against Obie's
bottom, while he sucked and tongue swabbed the older boy's tender
nuggets as if he could pull sperm directly from the older boy's full,
yet hairless bag.

Obie shivered from the sensation of two mouths working his genitals, and
his breathing grew harder. He wouldn't be able to fight his looming
climax much longer, and he clenched his bowels, as if fighting a full
bladder, while grinding his teeth. Then, he felt Harrison's finger enter
him, moving back and forth with the rhythm the 13-year old and Zev found
orally ministering to his tender pubescence. His nuts tightened in
Harrison's mouth, just as a second finger entered his boy hole, and
nothing could stop his white hot detonation.

Biting onto a piece of Zev's thigh where it met his undies, Obie sucked
hard, silently screaming, as his body seemed to burst into photons.
Unconsciously, his hips thrust with each spasmodic fusillade of thin,
milky boy juice. Zev sucked hard and swallowed eagerly, until Obie's
hips stilled, and the older boy's mouth left his leg coated in drool.
Harrison gently pulled his mouth and fingers away, gently caressing
Obie's firm, slender buttocks with both hands.

Slowly, Obie caught his breath, while Zev and Harrison put his undies
back to rights. Dizzily, Obie stood up, and noticed that the twins were
making out, and stroking each other furiously. Reaching down to help
Harrison up, Obie also noted the Boy Scout was once again throbbing with
desire.

"That was so awesome, Har," Obie whispered to 13-year-old, giving him a
light kiss on the lips. "Looks like those guys could use your magic,
again."

Harrison grinned. "Anytime, Obie." Giving the 14-year-old a quick peck
on the lips in return, he joined the twins, kissing and stroking in the
high mountain air.

Surveying his sexy best friend, languidly laying with his hands under his
head, Obie noticed a discoloration forming at the end of Zev's, damp,
yet sparklingly white underpants, and giggled.

"Sorry, Z," he said, getting down curl around the younger boy. I think
I gave you a hickie down there."

Zev giggled. "Good thing I don't have gym class for a couple of
months."

Obie slid his fingers under the boy's chin and gave him a deep and
lengthy kiss.

"Fireworks came a little early this year," Obie whispered with a smile.

"Just wait for the grand finale," Zev replied, and both boys chuckled.

Zev uncoiled one of his arms and slid it under Obie's head. He grew a
little serious, staring into his best friend's Hazel eyes.

"Obie, I'm really glad you're my best friend," he said quietly, so
the other boys wouldn't hear. "When I think about you, it feels really
good. And I like you so much it kind of hurts, sometimes."

"I know, Z," Obie whispered with a gentle smile. "Me too, dude."


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