Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2021 19:38:17 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 12 Two 8th Grade boys grew very close over an eventful summer, and their relationship continues to bloom in the Fall. if If you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = "So rad your `rents let you come," 13-year-old Colton Vannerman murmured in Sage's ear, hugging his friend a bit longer than normal for most 8th graders in public. Sage grinned, pulling away from the long-haired surfer boy, and murmured "It's rad your fam invited me." The Vannermans had seized on Thanksgiving from the moment they'd immigrated from the Netherlands, not for the national tradition, but as a time for the family to count their blessings in general. Over the last couple of years, it had become a tradition for Jens and his sister Anneke to bring their families for the week to Catalina Island, 30 miles offshore from Southern California. In the early 90s, it was not a popular a destination in the off-season, leaving beaches and trails largely deserted - especially over holidays. Anneke's brother-in-law started joining them with his family, and this year, a group of Vannermans had already flown in from Holland. It was a miracle Sage's mom allowed the boy to spend half the school break away from home, let alone drive him from Burbank, to Colton's family's house in Ventura, for it. Sage peeled away from Colton to give his mother a hug. "Thanks, Mom," he said, exchanging kisses. "Have a good time, hon," she replied, before bidding farewell to the Vannermans. Barely five minutes later, Sage was in the family van, packed in between Colton and his 16-year-old sister, Ashlee. It had been a couple of weeks since the boys had been together, and they discretely held hands, while chatting away nonstop. Colton and Ashlee squished Sage in a sandwich several times, squeezing and tickling giggles and squeals out of the boy so loud that Colton's dad grew annoyed -- a rare event. An hour or so later, they pulled into the Catalina ferry terminal, in Long Beach, and unloaded bikes, surfboards and luggage. Sage spotted Colton's cousins, and grinning, trotted quickly toward them. "Cassie! Noah!" Sage hadn't seen the 13-year-old girl or her 15-year-old brother in more than a month. Even though she could be annoying, Sage had grown close to Cassie, and he wasn't faking the hug he gave the girl. "Speedo Boy!" Cassie squealed, using the nickname she'd given him the moment they met at summer camp, when Sage had been finishing a swim work out. "Missed you too, Polka Panties," he murmured into her flame red hair. It smelled like floral shampoo. If he were remotely interested in pussy, he'd have tried to mash this milky, freckled surfer girl. Yet though boobs were kinda cool, they weren't made of boy. And he was strictly into boys: especially one boy. "Hey Noah," Sage said, turning to hug Cassie's older brother, "Is Ewan coming?" The lanky red head blushed, still self-conscious, though out of the closet -- at least with his own family. "He wasn't invited," Noah replied, quietly. "No friends are coming with - except you." Noah smiled, and made a jerking-off gesture. "I guess you got pull. "Eat me, dude," Sage replied, chuckling. "Really, though -- not even Sandy?" Sage asked, referring to Cassie's secret girlfriend. "Nah, dude," Cassie replied, peeling her eyes off of Sage's slender little ass while he turned to face her. "Not all families are as cool as your's. She's stuck with her units." Sage greeted Cassie and Noah's parents, in the way they preferred from him, as "Aunt Anneke" and "Uncle Ryan." Then, they boarded the almost empty ferry. A tropical storm off Hawaii two weeks before meant great surf in Southern California, for the next few days. At the same time, late morning winds were kicking up, which meant rough seas outside the harbor. 20 minutes into the voyage, Sage's stomach boiled with a mix of breakfast and cola, and he raced out of the cabin. The boat violently lurched, and the slightly built boy heaved his guts over the railing. Another large swell pitched the boat diagonally, and Sage almost fell overboard. He felt himself being pulled back by the waist of his jeans, and with his feet back on the deck, he clutched the railing fiercely. Looking back, he tried to thank Colton, but his stomach had more to sacrifice to Poseidon. Colton noticed Sage's trousers resting almost half-way down his ass, exposing his slender buns in their stretchy cotton wrapper. He'd not touched himself for the better part of the week, compounding his sticky anticipation in its achingly swollen, hairless round vault. With his cock lurching from the simple glimpse of a crevice shadow darkening the center of Sage's brilliantly white briefs, it was tough for Colton to ignore his lizard brain's desire to slip his finger in, and caress the boy's luscious ass. Instead, he sorted out Sage's clothes, and spent the rest of the trip nursing his friend through his misery, while willing his adolescent baby snake to return to its lair. When the boat finally pulled in, Sage was exhausted, dehydrated, and needed to change his clothes in the Ferry Terminal men's room. Colton's immediate family were sympathetic, having witnessed the boy's motion sickness once before. All the same, they ribbed him with bad jokes. "Just *heave* that suitcase over here, Sage." "You can throw up that bag harder, dude." "Hey, stop spewing puns all over Sage." Then, as now, there were few cars on Catalina. So Colton's mom, Sophie commandeered a taxi to haul luggage, while the rest rode bicycles. The group pedaled out of the harbor town of Avalon, headed on a road north, and Sage admired the wild beauty. Turning off onto an unpaved road, the group passed a couple of isolated homes, then pedaled down a wild stretch, until they neared seaside cliffs. Through a gate in an old wooden horse fence, they arrived at a Queen Anne-style Victorian house, surrounded by several acres of ranch land gone wild. The old property loomed over the Pacific, and the ocean's wind-swept white caps stretched under a cloudless sky, all the way to the horizon. The old and ornate wooden house had large rooms, creaking with wood a century old, but it had been riotously furnished over several disparate decades. It was the Vannermans' regular vacation rental, and felt like a second home to Colton, who breezily showed Sage around, and introduced his friend to clusters of family who'd arrived earlier. "Hoi, Oom Luuk!" Colton grinned, rushing to exchange hugs and kisses with his uncle, Jens' younger brother. He hadn't seen his uncle's family since a trip to Rotterdam in June. "Mi amigo, Sage," Colton said, introducing the brunette to his uncle. "The Famous Sage," Luuk said, with a very posh, British accent, extending his hand to shake. "I've heard much about you," he added, with a twinkle in his eye. A moment later, Sage met Luuk's wife, Ilse, then their twin 10-year-old boys and 8-year-old daughter. Sage was unsurprised they shared sensuous Vannerman traits. The brothers, in particular, caught Sage's eye. Only distinguishable by the color of their soccer shorts, Storm and Willem had soft, lightly freckled features, long blond hair, bowl-cut to their shoulders, and spoke slow, but solid English. Sage was now a little less dismayed that Colton and he would be sharing a room with the younger kids. If he and Colton wouldn't be getting any action at night, at least they'd be sharing the room with cheerful little guys that were easy on the eyes. Two sets of parallel bunk beds lined facing walls, with old, mismatched dressers adjacent. "Top, or bottom?" Colton asked, then giggled at his double entendre. "You know I'm ambidextrous," Sage replied, with a grin. "How about I take the low road?" Colton agreed, and the boys set about making their beds. "Sorry we won't be alone," Colton said, for the 3rd time that day. "Stop apologizing," Sage replied, with a soft smile. "It's a big island, and we can disappear." Sage slid his hands around Colton, feathering the surfer's lean, muscular back. The taller blond leaned down to kiss Sage. But his lips merely grazed his friend's, because Sage turned his head away. "What's the matter, dude?" Colton asked, concerned. "I gotta brush my teeth, first," Sage grumbled, still tasting stomach acid. Burying his face in Colton's shoulder, he squeezed his friend tightly. He'd missed Colton immensely, while buried in school mid-term work. Colton had ached for Sage just as much, and hugged his friend even harder. "Mmmmm..."Colton sighed. "Feels nice." Warmth flowed, while the boys simply held one another. Inevitably, their loins joined the party, and their cocks throbbed together with the rhythm of their hearts. At first, they both quietly giggled. But almost on their own, their hips started grinding. Staring into each other's eyes, they pressed slowly, needfully. Warm tubes of vaguely sweaty boy meat rubbed together, burrowing. Their hands swept across one another's backs and buns, caressing, kneading and pulling. Clutching each other bottoms for leverage, and hugging chest-to-chest, the boys' hips pumped with determination, and the friction was already pulling Sage's nuts inward. But just then, Jens called from down the hall. "Boys! Lunch is ready!" Colton stifled a groan of frustration, and yelled, "Coming, Pappa!" Pausing, he cackled at his unintended wordplay. Sage bit his fist to kill his laughter, though he shared Colton's frustration, and like the blond surfer, reached into his trousers to rearrange his painful erection. Quietly giggling, the boys made sure their shirts hung over their groins, before trotting down the stairs to the large dining room. Though large, the dining room couldn't fit the 30 or so people gathered in a party tent adjacent to the house. The side facing the sea was rolled up for the view, and Sage met the rest of the Vannermans and McDonalds, before sitting down for pasta and salad. Very discretely, Sage scoped out all the healthy blonds and redheads around the table. There were a couple of succulent, older teen boys, and Sage smirked, catching Noah checking them out, as well. The high school kids all wanted to camp out in the ranch's old walnut grove, and Sage hoped Noah would score. If he didn't, Sage might give the boy a mercy blow, before leaving. "Ready to see the island, Sage?" Colton asked, as the boys helped clean up after lunch. "A private tour?" Sage asked eagerly, almost giddy. "Uh-huh," Colton replied, with a grin and a nod. But before they could get away on their own, Jens enlisted them in a family bike tour, telling them to pack wetsuits and towels. Colton grumbled but Sage, ever optimistic, promised his friend they'd find a moment for themselves. With Jens in the lead, 15 or so adults and kids set out over a dirt road, riding high atop cliff faces, then through gullies walled with coastal scrub brush and oaks. Once in a while, they'd catch site of a few tents in the Conservancy, but campers were rare around the holidays. The breeze was chilly, and Sage was glad Colton and he wore trousers and hoodies. Eventually, Jens' tour stopped at another set of cliffs, dropping maybe 50 feet into the sea. Most of the group changed into full wetsuits, prepared for 55-degree (12.8 C) Pacific water. Unceremoniously, Jens, Luuk and Anneke lead the charge, plunging off the wall into the ocean. Bobbing about, the three adults swam to a cliff face where the climbing was easy. Soon after, teenagers and young kids flew off the edge into the chilly Pacific. Following the others, Sage climbed back up and jumped again, over and over, summersaulting with a couple of dives he'd learned from a guy on his swim team. Eventually, the cliff divers dried off and changed, ready ride again. Jens lead them through all through wild sections of the unspoiled island, and at one point, the group stopped to admire a large heard of bison ambling over a hill. "Buffalo?" Sage asked in wonder. "Were they always here?" "No, Sage," Jens replied. "A small herd was shipped over to film a western in 1920s. They had problems getting the animals back, so they stayed. There's about 150 now, all wild." A few hours later, the group rolled back onto the former ranch, tired and happy, and ready to watch the sun set on a still surprisingly clear horizon. The winds seemed to have kept the nightly fog at bay. Several of the salt-encrusted crew dispersed to shower. Unfortunately, the 100-year-old house had only 2 full baths indoors, and an additional, two-nozzle, beach outdoor shower, open to the sky, against a sidewall of the house. Also, the water heater didn't have a lot of capacity, so Jens asked everyone to double up, if possible. Colton winked at Sage, who returned his mischievous grin. They could suffer through water rationing, together. With washcloths, towels and a change of clothes, they waited to be last in line for the outdoor showers. As it neared their turn, the sun had set, and the outdoor lights briefly twinkled on, then suddenly shut off. Muttered cries of exasperation echoed out of the house. Minutes later, Jens came outside, to find Colton. The power grid had failed, the emergency generator hadn't kicked on, and Jens needed his son's help fixing it. Colton shrugged with disappointment at Sage, who would have to shower alone, and followed his father. Sage was pulling off his hoodie and t-shirt in the shower enclosure, when he heard a woman speaking Dutch, and the door opened. "Oh, Sage, I am sorry," Ilsa Vannerman said, in surprise, as she stepped in with her twin sons. "I thought the shower was empty." One of the boys said something to his mother, and his brother, nodded in somber agreement. Ilsa shook her head when she replied, and the boys whined. Eventually, she relented, and turned to the young teen. "Apparently, they are too old for me to oversee them. Would you mind, Sage, if they took the other shower? It's almost supper time, and I have to help set it out." "Sure, Mrs. Vannerman." "Please, call me Aunt Ilsa." She clapped her hands together, giving the boys specific instructions in Dutch, then turned to Sage. "Can you please make sure they wash their hair. And...everywhere else?" The final request made all three boys blush, but Sage didn't dwell on it, and Ilsa left the boys to disrobe. While shucking his trousers and undies, Sage kept up with the boys chattering in English, while keeping his eyes well away from their lithe little bodies. Sage put the twins' clothes and towels up on the shelf, and opened the faucets. The brothers got under one shower head, and Sage took the other. The twins giggled and splashed, and scrubbed themselves with washcloths and soap. Discretely, Sage studied them in the deepening twilight. Normally, he hated the curtain of darkness falling so suddenly on Autumnal afternoons. But as soapy water streamed down the twins' slender, slippery boy bodies, he was glad his twitching cock would soon be blanketed in shadows. Storm and Willem were angelic little blonds, with girlish features. Their identical little uncut penises were less than an inch long, barely shaking with their bouncing antics, and their scrotums were marginally visible, smooth, ivory lumps. Sage's cock was starting to betray him, and before the boys might see his bone rising, he organized a hair- and back-washing line. Though he got their names initially wrong, he stood behind Willem, who stood behind Storm. Given that the twins - like most of the guys in their family - were tall for their age, and that Sage was slowly developing, he stood no more than half a head taller Willem, while he worked shampoo into the 10-year-old's long hair. He gave Willem the sort of scalp massage that Colton loved, and soon enough, the boy was purring, almost forgetting to rub conditioner in his brother's hair. By the time he was finished with Willem's hair, the boy was quivering in the warm water, and Sage had to back up a few inches, less his rigidly throbbing bone tap the boy's bottom. And what an ass Willem had. In the wan star light, his round little buns glowed like little bioluminescent melons. Grabbing his wash cloth, Sage scrubbed down Willem's back, moving efficiently, not wishing to linger on those fleshy bubbles. But they were so pliable and tempting. Shit, he wanted to squeeze and tickle those soft, round mounds. Still he washed all the way down to the boys calves, even as Willem bent to scrub his brother. Sage was counting his blessings it was too dark to see the boy's pucker in the darkness, when suddenly, the exterior lights went on. Sage blinked from flash blindness, while hearing a crowd cheer in the house. "I guess they fixed the generator," Sage grumbled, rising up. Just as he did, however, Willem half-turned to smile slyly at him. "You missed a spot," he said, and with a giggle, peeled one his buns outward, then let it flap closed. "Now, you can see what you are doing." Sage sputtered, and the boy bent to scrub inside his brother's behind. Sage was terribly conflicted. In his imagination, he'd caress and kiss the boy's valley, and he'd press his finger into Willem's no-doubt virginal anus. But the last thing he needed was the Vannermans and the McDonalds learning that one of the three out gay boys in the group had molested a 10-year-old. Granted, his age difference was slight. Still... Willem had finished his work, yet remained bent over, and pointedly spread his cheeks, exposing his tender little starfish, while shaking his heinie at Sage. Deciding to power through the moment as quickly as possible, Sage lathered up the rough wash cloth, and scrubbed from top to bottom, and back again. The warmth of boy butt bun on his hand kept him painfully hard. Was that a sound of disappointment from Willem, when Sage pulled his hand away? He didn't know, but the boy was turning around quickly, and Sage turned to the side, lowering to one knee, pretending to scrub his toes, to hide his turgid desire. "It is your turn now, Sage," Willem said, in a sing-song voice. "I will wash your hair, and Storm will take care of your back." Given that he'd have his back to the boys, Sage's sentence was commuted. He dropped to both knees, after fully turning away, purportedly so Willem would have an easier job, but also to obscure his turgid frustration. Willem tried to re-create Sage's scalp massage, but it would take plenty of practice to equal the teen's skill. At the same time, Storm quickly scrubbed Sage's back, then his legs, before spending a long time on the 13-year-old's bottom. Storm tossed the washcloth aside, and with soapy fingers, squeezed and rubbed Sage's buttocks. Soapy little fingers explored his crevice, fanning it, caressing, slipping and sliding, while Storm giggled with delight. Clearly, the boy enjoyed playing with the older boy's joy hole as much as Sage loved it being tickled. Sage couldn't - wouldn't - stop his hips from pushing backwards, hoping the younger boy would, at least accidentally, penetrate him. But just then, ominously, the water dropped in temperature a few degrees. "Guys, we're almost out of hot water," Sage said, over his shoulder. "We gotta get out." Storm smirked at him. "Sage, we must wash everywhere, you know." "OK, get working on it." He rose, still with his back to boys. But suddenly, two sets of hands spun him around, and the twins giggled with glee. "Het is ook spitzen," Willem said, triumphantly. Or maybe it was Storm. Either way, the boys were delighted by Sage's rigid 4 inches, pounding and battered by the shower's downpour, and one pointed out unnecessarily, "Your penis is hard." At the same time, the twins' identically diminutive, 2.5 inch erections bounced about shamelessly. Their foreskins still covered their knobs, but now tightly. Sage slowly shook his head and chuckled. "I'm not alone, guys." The boys giggled, exchanging remarks in Dutch, then one said, "You have hair," in a reverential tone. Sage smiled, and replied, "Yeah, I *am* 13." The twins looked at each other in surprise, and one explained, "We thought you were our age." The other brazenly asked if they he could feel Sage's pubes. Sage cringed. "Sure, I guess." Though he'd been sprouting big boy hairs for more almost six months, Sage still sported a meager garnishing. The twins' fingers running through his silky threads did nothing to lessen his painful hardness. To Sage's relief, the water dropped further in temperature, and he urged the boys to finish washing up. Storm replied, "I will wash your peepee, and Willem will wash mine." The obvious implication was that Sage would wash Willem's willy. Storm took Sage's meat in his hands, making the young teen shiver. "Are you Jewish, Sage?" Storm - or was it Willem - asked nonchalantly. What a strange question, Sage thought, then remembered that virtually all circumcised guys in Europe were cut for religious or medical reasons. Sage explained that it was still a routine pediatric procedure for most newborn boys in the U.S. And not for the first time, he was envious boys with foreskins. He took Willem's in his soapy fingers to clean and caress. It was deliciously tight, rubbery flap, and he cleaned its circumference with his thumb underneath, and index finger outside. Slowly, he pull the flap back, and delicately twirled around the glistening jewel, making the boy gasp. The gentle washing evolved into stroking, and it was clear: the twins were not novices at masturbating another boy. Untouched by his own hand for days, let alone by another's, Sage's knees buckled a little. Willem moaned loudly, and Sage picked up the pace. But like a tactile thunderclap, the hot water finally died, and all three boys shrieked from the icy downpour. Though they shut off the water quickly, they were left shivering in the chill night air. Their erections slunk away, and Sage quickly pulled down their towels and clothes. "Hey dudes," Colton voice carried, as the wooden door opened. "Any hot water left?" Colton could see the answer, as he stepped in. Both Storm and Willem's teeth were chattering, and all three boys were frantically drying off as quickly as they could. "I guess that's a `no,'" Colton replied, with disappointment. "S-s-s-sor-rr-ry, C-c-c-c-olton!" One twin replied, bashfully, hurrying to pull on his clothes. Sage finished drying himself off, and added his apology. Colton had a grease stain crossing one cheek, and filthy hands, and Sage felt guilty about wasting water, among other things. "Happens at least once, every year, Dude," Colton replied. "No worries. As long as you got squeaky clean." "Squeak, squeak," Sage replied with a grin, hurrying to pull on his clothes. The twins thanked Sage for sharing the shower, and trotted out. Colton held up his grease-filthy hands. "I can't even warm you up, right now." "Yes you can," Sage whispered, wrapping his arms around Colton, and burying his face in the crook of the taller boy's neck. Colton squeezed him with his upper arms, and kissed the top of Sage's damp head. They remained like that for several minutes, just enjoying the sensation of one another. Inevitably, their loins began to swell. "We better, uh..." Sage said, as they broke apart. "Yeah," Colton agreed, sadly. Sage reached into his trousers to readjust his erection, then slithered his finger's into Colton's to do the same, sparing the boy's underpants any engine grease stains. But he didn't spare the rod from a lingering squeeze that made both boys sigh. "We'll get away after dinner," Colton whispered, before leaving Sage to wash up with a cold tap. "I promise.' But it wasn't a promise he could keep. Dinner in the space-heated tent was delicious, but lengthy, with plenty of toasts and chatter. Sitting on one side of him, Cassie, as usual, teased Sage mercilessly, while holding court, but he returned the playful banter. Afterwards, the entire family gathered around a fire pit for songs and stories.The long day caught up with Sage, and he found himself nodding off. When the younger kids left for bed, Colton and Sage joined them, the older teens and adults quietly sipped wine and chatted, one adult playing guitar. Colton stopped Sage at the door to their room and whispered, "I'm sorry we couldn't-" Sage cut off the apology with his lips, giving his friend a long and lingering kiss. "No worries, dude," Sage whispered, hugging Colton. "Just hanging with you is...kinda, almost, sorta good enough." Colton chuckled. "Tomorrow, I swear." The boys kissed once more, then broke away before their cocks threatened to fill in vain, for the umpteenth time. In the bedroom, one twin was nestled in the upper bunk, while another was dressing. "Hallo, guys," Storm or Willem said, cheerfully, pulling flanneled pajama bottoms over little blue European briefs, which were so skimpy, they looked painted on. The memory of their shower returned, and Sage's cock twitched. Turning away, he stripped down to his underwear next to Colton. Sage wore his usual soft and stretchy, bone-white briefs, while Colton was in something snug and black, though nowhere near as scanty as his Dutch cousin's underpants. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I just wanted to say good night to these monsters," Aunt Isa said. "No worries," Colton replied, pulling a pair of thermal leggings over his undies. Sage murmured the same, while pulling his thermal undershirt on, then thermal leggings over his slender, yet muscular legs, and little white briefs. Colton had warned him to pack long johns for the trip, because the house didn't heat well. Ilsa kissed all the boys goodnight, and Sage dropped into darkness immediately. Strange dream logic shifted from Catalina to his middle school gym, with the Vannermans and Sage's classmates playing basketball. Sage was shooting free-throws, when he felt a hand in his shorts, squeezing his swollen boyhood through his roughly woven jock strap. No one seemed to notice a naked Storm Vannerman pressing his erection against Sage's ass, while stroking the older boy through his supporter, and Sage dribbled more than his basketball. Sage's eyes fluttered from the fluorescent lighting to the darkness of the guest room. And while he was briefly confused, not sure where he was, there was no mistaking a hand in his undies. "Shhhhh..." Colton whispered in his ear, then kissed Sage's cheek. Colton's leg straddled one of his, and Sage could feel an urgent hardness boring into his hip. Colton's fingers gripped him firmly, with his thumb and three fingers running down his length, and Colton's palm gently pressing into his very tender knob. Like Colton, Sage hadn't touched himself for days, saving his sap and tingling desire for his best friend. Worse, the close calls all day had left Sage quiveringly sensitive, and his swollen little nuts almost frothed. Colton stroked him at a glacial pace; not just because he adored holding his friend's flesh; not only to draw out Sage's pleasure, and prevent his hair trigger from firing; but to keep the gentle rubbing almost silent. The barest rustling of fabric and occasional bed creak were the only indication that two of the four roommates were up to more than deep slumber. Occasionally, Colton stopped polishing Sage's pubescence for a moment, and rubbed circles around the boy's knob with his palm. It sparkled like fire, and Sage shook so much, that after the third time, Colton stopped teasing, and focused on stroking. Pulling. Pushing. Every stroke itched and tickled wickedly, almost as if Sage were being masturbated for the first time. Colton's cock dug a furrow in Sage's hip with the same rhythm, and the though the surfer boy yearned to savage Sage furiously, he grit his teeth and pumped slowly. Sage quietly gulped air, his mouth occasionally opening and closing like a fish, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sparkles tickling up and down his boyhood. Colton's breath in his ear, and occasional kisses to his cheek were pushing him toward the cliff. Colton's snug briefs and tight thermal underwear raked across the surfer's cock, adding so much friction that muscles tightened, pulling in Colton's still hairless balls. Colton stroked and pumped faster, risking the noise. He grit his teeth, quietly whispered, "Gonna cum, baby!" "Mmmmeee toooo," Sage whimpered. His balls contracted, and fire erupted out of his boy flesh. Sage silently emptied his lungs, and burst after burst of hot boy juice squirted into Colton's palm, drooling onto Sage's groin. Sage shook, and squeezed everything out of him, while his head filled in a sea of stars exploding behind his eyelids, and rippling fire in his rod. He lips went numb, and lost all sense of time or space. Just then, Colton buried his textile-trapped hardness deeply into Sage's slender hip. Gritting his teeth, he plowed again and again, smearing his undies with his own infertile seed. The fireworks in the boys' loins faded slowly, and shuddering, they caught their breath. Colton pulled his semen-dripping hand out of Sage's underpants, and quickly cleaned it with his tongue. Sage's semen was becoming saltier, and yet Colton savored every drop. "Oh dude, that was so good," Sage whispered, straightening his briefs and long-johns on his cum-drenched loins. "Fuck yeah," Colton agreed, caressing Sage's chest through the silk top the boy normally wore skiing. Sage turned, and kissed Colton gently, lightly touching his lips to the other boy's for long, lingering contact. They nibbled each others lips delicately, then eventually parted. Colton pulled the bedding over their shoulders, snuggling with Sage in a soft and loving clump. Quietly, he told Sage he'd have to get back to his own bunk, in a minute or so. Sage murmured in protest, then fell back into darkness. The next thing Sage heard was Noah's voice, whispering for the boys to get up, and he felt Colton rolling over next to him. The room was pale blue with pre-dawn light, and, yawning, Sage glanced at his watch. It was 6:00 AM, and time to hit the waves. Colton staggered out of bed, and tip-toed to the bathroom to pee. When Sage got up to join him, he noticed the twins were still sound asleep. 15 minutes later, Colton and Sage were in jeans and hoodies, and joined Cassie, Noah, Jens and Ryan, loading surfboards onto bike racks. The adults started to bike away, and just before Colton rose up to pedal, Noah stopped his cousin. "Dude, you guys were totally taking a chance," Noah whispered. "It could have been Dad or Uncle Jens getting you up." Colton knew Noah was right. It wasn't a good look to be getting busy - even if they were sneaky - while the younger boys were sharing the room.They'd have to be more discrete on this trip. Arriving at a rocky point, the group parked their bikes. Facing away from one another, they shed their clothes, and pulled on wet suits. None of the group ever wore anything under their full wet suits. What was the point? Sage was moving a little slowly, and hadn't quite pulled up the back of his wetsuit over his rump, when a sharp slap landed on his, slender, naked buttocks. Sage yipped, and Cassie giggled. "That's the whitest Speedo ever!" "Cassie!" Ryan admonished his daughter, "Knock it off." "Sorry, Dad," she replied, not in the least bit actually sorry. Such a great ass, she thought. Sage scowled and shook his head, while Cassie grinned at him with amusement. Morning fog shrouded continuous sets of double overheads, rolling in on a glassy sea. The five surfers had the point to themselves, and shredded their hearts out. Ryan hadn't paddled out with Sage before, and was surprised a boy from Burbank had become so skilled in the half-year he'd been coached by Colton. Sage thanked Ryan for the complement, then promptly ate it on the next wave. Eventually, time came for the crew to head in. The adults were first, since Jens and Ryan were making breakfast. Noah was famished, and Cassie quickly followed, leaving Sage and Colton to watch a pod of dolphins glide through some outside sets. "Alone at last," Colton said, straddling his board and bobbing with a swell. "With our luck, a cruise ship will be here any minute," Sage replied. The boys caught the next couple of waves in, and climbed up the rocks to their day packs. Stripping naked, they shivered and toweled off in the still chilly air. For the first time in a couple of weeks, they had a chance to gaze at each other in the raw. Colton's long, dripping mane hung onto broad shoulders, muscular from surfing. His lean torso and corded arms arms were faintly hued from a long-gone summer tan, while his soccer-toned legs were still dark to mid-thigh, from the shorts he wore year round. In between, creamy flesh lead to a little ball of cold-compacted flesh, ringed with a few long, straight soft hairs. Like Sage, the tall blond was a late bloomer, but had trailed his friend in development until a month ago, and he was proud of his his soft new sprouts. Sage wasn't sure if Colton had grown more since he'd last seen his friend, but he looked forward to running his fingers through silky strands darker than those on Colton's blond head. Sage had certainly sprouted a few more, since he'd first met Colton. Though he still had nothing approaching a bush, or really, even a thatch, more brunette strands were emerging above his cock, which like Colton's, was hiding almost inside his body. They were all still silky, and almost straight. Grimacing, the boys manually unfurled their nestled junk, and flapped their cocks to pump a little blood in. It stung, but was also a relief from an hour and a half of cold compression. The boys quickly pulled on their hoodies to warm up, then reached into their packs for their undies and trousers. "Godamit!" Sage muttered, pulling out a pair of pink polka-dot girl panties. "Cassie..." Sage groaned. Colton chuckled. It wasn't the first time Sage had unwittingly ended up in Cassie's underwear, though not really in the way she wanted. "I'm glad she left mine alone," Colton snickered, pulling on a pair of fancy, low-rise, red briefs. "I shouldn't have bothered with a fresh pair, before we left," Sage grumbled, imagining Cassie enduring last night's semen-crusted briefs. He pulled on the panties and there wasn't much room for a boy's junk, so he was lucky his scrotum was still turtling inside him. But not for long, if Colton's hungry eyes were any sign. "Damn, you look sexy, dude," Colton said quietly, licking his sea-salty lips. "We still have a little time..." "Perv," Sage chuckled. "So, uh...where?" Colton pointed with his jaw toward a clump of scrub oak and coastal sage clustered against a jumble of rock, and the boys practically flew to the enclosure. In the shadows, Sage and Colton embraced, smiling into one another's eyes. Though warming up in their hoodies, the boys' chilled, naked thighs pressed together, sharing loving heat. Colton's cock quickly swelled to 3 or so inches of quaking bone. Colton kissed Sage deeply, squeezing the smaller boy to him, while rhythmically plowing his turgid pubescence against Sage's bigger, quivering prong. Apart from an occasional gull, and the rolling surf, the only sounds on that deserted stretch of island were the smacking of lips, the slurping of tongues, and the high-pitched, labored breathing of two 13-year-olds deeply in love with one another. "Mmmmm...ohhhhh," Sage sighed, sucking on the long-haired blond's full, pink lips. Colton's hands slid down, and squeezed Sage's firm, slender melons through the boy's panties, and Sage moaned loudly into Colton's mouth, while thrusting hard against Colton's grinding pestle. So warm against him. And hard. So hard. Sage clutched Colton's buns through the boy's briefs, kneading Colton's muscular planetoids, milking their heat into his hands. Harder. The boys squeezed and pumped harder. Their cotton-cloaked cocks nuzzled and drooled and stabbed, while Sage and Colton kissed and caressed. "Hooooh-hold on!' Colton wheezed, gently pushing Sage back against the cliff face. Dropping to his knees, Colton briefly gazed at 4-inches of boy pole, straining pink polka-dotted cotton back and forth towards his face. The material was so sheer, Colton could make out every contour of Sage's circumcised cock. Like a feline with catnip, Colton rubbed his face across Sage's engorged panties for a moment, then rubbed his palm up and down the boy's rigid length through the skin-tight, feminine material. Normally, he'd have teased Sage's cock mercilessly, feathering and kissing his friend's quivering prong until it painted the boy's undies with his cum, before making any skin-on-skin contact. He found Sage irrepressibly seductive, especially with his bits encased in the slinkiest of nothing to wear. But not today. Colton craved the smell and taste and sensation of Sage's cock, and pulled the front of his friend's panties down, hooking them under Sage's still hairless nuts. "God, I love your dick so much, dude," Colton whispered, then gave it a tender kiss to the pee slit. Colton took Sage's stalk between his thumb and two fingers at the base, and Sage quivered. Colton ran his tongue tip from Sage's tip, down the frenulum, to Sage's circumcision scar, then back, making the boy moan. Many a night, Sage pounded himself to sleep, remembering that hot, spongy wetness on him, and now it was happening again! Colton made the journey from tip to scar several times, and he pictured the tickling charge wherever Colton licked his knob as lightning in a plasma ball. Then, Colton savagely swabbed around it, making Sage fall back against a large boulder. The clear syrup bubbling from Sage's slit was vaguely sweet, and a couple more laps around the boy's pink crown untapped a streaming fountain. At the same time, Colton's hands hungered for Sage's firm rump, and Colton fingers skated circles around the warm and slippery surface of Sage's pantie-clad buns. Colton ran his tongue up and down the entire underside of Sage's length, then lathered the sides, before swabbing the boy's knob some more, eagerly devouring the clear liquor that otherwise might be wasted in long strands to the ground. Colton was growing feverish, his cock threatening to burst from the skin-tight confines of his little red briefs, and a small, dark stain grew from where his crown met the cotton. He needed to stroke himself so badly, but concentrated on licking and kissing Sage until the boy moaned with every breath. He squeezed Sage's buttocks firmly, and the boy couldn't stop his hips from gently thrusting, trying to drill in Colton's hot orifice. From the rising pitch of the boy's unintelligible cries, Colton knew Sage was teetering on the precipice. Sealing his lips around Sage's glistening knob, he slid all the way down to the boy's lightly feathered base. Colton lingered with Sage partially in his throat, and caressed his prow with several swallowing motions. "Uuuuuuuuhhh!" Sage gasped and shivered. He clutched Colton's wet hair with both hands. At the same time, Colton cupped Sage's tight, smooth scrotum with one palm, squeezing it gently, while rubbing his middle finger on Sage's taint, through the boy's panties. Colton's other hand slid into his own briefs, gripping himself with a full-fist, and stroked his itchy, horny, throbbing boy rod. Then, the surfer boy sucked fiercely, with concave cheeks, pulling all the way back to Sage's tip, then throttled back to the boy's pubis, while tongue scrubbing the underside. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh Gawwwwweewwww!" Sage mewled, and Colton bobbed on Sage faster, and stroked himself in a fury. Sage's uncontrolled moans became piping notes, almost like a series of rising steam whistles, and he felt the ribbons of muscles pulling from his anus to his balls. Clutching Colton's hair with white knuckles, he pumped his hips, fucking the boy's mouth as fiercely as he was being sucked. And then, hot plasma roared out of his adolescence, and Sage groaned and cried, and convulsed. Colton closed off his throat, while Sage rammed into the back of his mouth. Colton could feel everything from Sage's nuts to his nozzle squeezing rhythmically, as 3 or 4 bursts of hot seed filled his mouth. Swallowing the sweet-salty seed quickly, he kept on sucking, as Sage bubbled a little more. Sage's moans turned into heaving, shuddering breaths. Colton slowly milked every last last pulse out of the boy, suckling on him just a little bit longer, afterwards. Though Sage was softening, the sensation of holding his boyfriend on his tongue was all he needed to jerk himself across the finish line. But before he could get there, Sage pulled him to his feet, spun Colton around, pushed the boy against the rock, and knelt between the surfer's lean, soccer-toned thighs. Running his hands up and down taut inner leg muscles, Sage kissed up Colton's thigh, and across the cinching leg perimeter of the boy's skimpy red briefs. Sliding his hands up between Colton's legs, Sage rubbed up and down on the boy's muscular butt cheeks though the blond's satiny underwear. Like Colton, Sage adored rubbing his face across a boy's rigid love hammer, and Colton's throbbed against his cheek, slightly moistening his face with a trace of pre-cum straining through the boy's undies. Sage kissed up the boy's pounding, cotton clad rod, and Colton whimpered, balling his fists with white-knuckled desperation. He was primed, ready to detonate, but Sage was taking a leisurely tour of his half-naked flesh. Grinning at his friend's frustration, Sage slowly licked Colton's length like a red Popsicle, sliding his tongue from Colton's ball-hugging pouch, up to the vaguely sweet tip, then dropping his head to start over again. While still feathering Colton's bottom with his left hand, Sage caressed the boy's balls through his undies with his right, feeling and rolling each little marble. He wasn't sure if they'd grown, so he slid his thumb under one leg elastic, and his index finger under the other. Pressing into the warmth of Colton's tight, smooth sack, he fondled each testicle separately, all the while licking Colton with a relentless rhythm. "Pleeeeeeease....uuuuh....uuuuh....Saaage," Colton groaned. He needed to cum so badly, he was actually growing dizzy. Sage stifled a chuckle, enjoying Colton's torment. Turning his head sideways, he dragged his lips up and down the boy's length, orally masturbating him lightly through his briefs, while still caressing Colton's ass and nuts. Colton plead with a whine, and Sage took an ounce of pity on him. Clutching the boy's shaft with the fingers of one hand, he continued tickling Colton's scrotum with the other. Pulling Colton's cock outward, he suckled on the boy's knob through his undies, tasting more pre-cum. At the same time, he stroked the boy firmly and steadily, and felt Colton's balls contracting. Stroking Colton faster, Sage used his other fingers to pull down the boy's waistband far enough that he could roll back the boy's foreskin, then purse his lips around the tenderly exposed, damp and almost purple glans. Sucking, and tongue swabbing that spongey, sweetly flavored fruit, Sage rubbed the boy's shaft furiously, polishing it with his undies' smooth, skin-tight fabric. Seconds later, Colton shuddered, and cried out. His 3-inch length coursed with white, itchy fire, and his nozzle violently burst with three or so thin, infertile squirts of sweet boy juice. Sage swallowed all of it, relishing the vague flavor of carrots, and he kept sucking and stroking until he milked every last pulse out of his gasping friend. Even so, he gently held Colton with his fingers and lips, while the boy softened, and heaved, catching his breath. At long last, Colton's cock slid from his mouth; the soft, slender two inches plopping onto his round, hairless sack. Sage secured Colton's undies, then rose up, sliding his fingers up the boy's torso, until he rested is chest on Colton's shoulder. "Fuck, dude," Colton sighed. "That was cruel. But awesome!" "Awww," Sage whispered, kissing Colton's throat. "Can I make it up to you?" "Oh, you will, baby," Colton replied, with evil delight, and slapped one of Sage's buns. "You def will." Their lips met for a long and tender kiss, while they gently hugged and caressed. Their tongues met, sharing different hues of semen, and their mouths expressed love that needed no words. Even so, as their lips parted, Colton whispered, "I love you, baby." Sage smiled into Colton's azure eyes. "I love you even more, dude." The boys were going to be late for breakfast, and stumbled over to their things. Pulling his jeans on over saliva-and-cum-soaked briefs, Colton chuckled. "Well, there goes today's pair. Good thing I brought extras." "Yeah," Sage agreed, pulling his trousers over his panties. "Let's get changed before breakfast." "Oh, no," Colton replied, with that evil grin. "Payback's a bitch. You have to wear those all day." "You're so twisted, dude" Sage laughed. Shaking his head and packing away his stuff, he knew his balls would be stress-tested, over the next couple of days. ==================================== To be continued...