Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2022 04:58:19 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | Part 14 On a trip to Disneyland, 13-year-old Sage tells the story of how babysitting his brother and friends went sideways. 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 = = = = = A cool January breeze kicked up, and the two 13-year-olds reflexively pulled their sweatshirt hoods over their heads, while sailing in a gondola above Disneyland. "Autopia is so lame," Sage Arsenault snickered, resting his feet on either side of Colton Vannerman's hips, on the bench facing him. "That center track thing kinda defeats the whole purpose." Colton nodded his head in agreement. "Go carts don't have those things," he replied, his feet resting between his friend's legs on the bench edge, directly in front of Sage's crotch. "You could do Autopia with your eyes closed." Ironically, they were on an even duller attraction, with no user control. And two years later, in 1994, the ancient ride would be closed, forever. Yet they didn't have many choices to briefly escape Sage's little brother's 10th birthday outing, while the 5th graders excitedly waited in line with Sage's parents for the Autopia ride. And on the Skyway, they could have a moment to themselves. "Thanks for bringing me, Sage," Colton said, scanning the people below, then turning to lose himself in his best friend's gorgeous gaze. "It's kind of expensive, though." "We've got a family pass, and a couple of Harper's friends couldn't make it," Sage replied. "Besides, if you didn't go, Becky would be my date," he said, with a snort, referring to his older sister. Though Becky loved her brothers, the 15-year-old girl very conveniently had schoolwork that conflicted with spending a day and night with 10- and 13-year-olds. "Speaking of dates," Colton said, slyly, "I think that cute little Rey kid has the hots for you." Sage laughed, and replied without thinking, "Funny thing about that. I boned him a couple of weeks ago." "What? You're shitting me," Colton said, looking at Sage curiously. Sage grew quiet. "Are you...pissed?" Sage asked, wishing he could reel his words back. "Dude, it's not like I care if you blow loads with little kids," Colton said, sarcastically, while pressing the toe of his shoe meaningfully into Sage's groin. Ouch, Sage thought, but he deserved that. Colton knew that every so often, Harper crept into Sage's bed for more than brotherly love. Still, would he fracture his relationship by speaking truthfully? Well, he wasn't going to lie, because it had all been just horny boy play. If it hurt Colton, Sage deserved the consequences, but he hadn't betrayed his best friend - his boyfriend - in his heart. Colton narrowed his eyes with an indulgent smile. "Spill." Sage scanned the crowds below, as the gondola crept higher, and took a deep breath. "OK, so the weekend before Christmas, the `rents were in San Diego for a party, and Rachel was supposed to be babysitting us," Sage said, rolling his eyes, "Which really meant I was in charge while she was out with her boyfriend." Because Rachel would be there, a couple of Harper's friends were allowed to sleep over. After all, their parents needed the occasional break, and Rachel was supposedly "mature." Sage had started swim practice for winter meets, but that Saturday afternoon, he left early with a strained leg muscle. Arriving earlier than expected, he could hear the squeals and laughter of younger boys rough-housing in the den, mixed with the blaring sounds of televised wrestling. Peering in, Sage saw the furniture had been pushed to the walls, and Harper and his 3 buddies were rolling around in a wild melee. Sage had leaned against the doorframe, with his arms folded, wondering how long it would take for the crazed kids to notice him. "Burbank Wrestling Federation?" Colton asked with a chuckle, as Sage described the half-dressed boys throwing each around. "Uh-huh," Sage nodded, with a grin. "Harper is SUCH a little horn-dog," Colton replied. `We created a monster," Sage agreed, with a chuckle. Late last summer, the two 13-year-olds had initiated Harper into some of the mysteries of sex. A couple of months later, Harper had convinced his friends that to wrestle like the professionals, they had to strip to their socks and briefs. That typically lead to squeezing cotton-straining erections, and at least a circle jerk. Alone with his best friend Danny, Harper skipped the ritual of "wrestling," and just got naked and down to business. Still, for these prepubescent boys, sex was more of an exciting, naughty game, than a hormone-tsunami of desire. Sage shuddered to think of how sex-crazed his little brother would be in a couple of years. Sage recounted how the 5th-graders had been tumbling and tangling, filling their fingers with rigid bulges, and tickling each other's bottoms, all the while splitting the air with shrieks and giggles. At last, Danny had caught sight of Sage in the doorway, and froze. "Uh - hey Sage!" Danny had said, covering the front of his stretchy little cartoon undies with both hands. Immediately, the other boys rolled away from one another, sitting sideways, or crossing their legs, and trying to cover their pulsating guilt with their hands. "Hi Sage," the other boys echoed. "We were just wrestling," Harper added lamely, blushing. Yet he met his brother's knowing smirk with one of his own. "Yeah, I can see that. Just don't break anything," Sage said, starting to turn away. "And can you turn that down?" The announcer and crowds from the WCW re-run were even louder than the boys. Sage found a note from Becky, thanking him for covering her and promising to be home by 9. Which really meant by 11. He sighed, and headed to his room to toss his backpack and hoodie. After taking a leak, he limped back to the kitchen to get dinner ready. While he made a salad and pre-heated the oven for the lasagna his mom had made, he noticed it had grown a lot quieter. Harper appeared, barely containing his amusement. The front of his colorful little Spiderman briefs was tented by a tiny fingerling stretching up the front. "Sage, we need a referee. Can you do it?" Harper had asked slyly. "It's a loser-takes-all Championship," he added with a giggle. "Your friends want me to, uh, join in?" "Uh-huh," Harper replied, biting his lower lip. Owing to holiday madness, Sage hadn't been with Colton for a couple of weeks, and his cock lurched at the idea of another boy working on his stiffie. Harper's buddies were 3 years younger, and half-a-foot shorter. But was it that much of difference? Not in the moment. "OK," Sage replied, trying not to sound too eager. "You know the rules," Harper reminded Sage, with an amused smile, then turned to head for the den. While limping behind, Sage pulled off his t-shirt, then shed his sweatpants, and stepped into the den in just his socks and his pool-dampened, red team Speedo. Even the referee had to look "professional," according to the rules. "Whoa," Danny exclaimed. "Those are like real wrestling shorts," he said, admiring Sage's lycra swim briefs. "Yay, Sage!" Rey gleefully cried. The older boy noticed Rey's eyes seemed adhered to the half-hard swelling in the front of his Speedo. The Championship started with Harper against Rey. To most people, Harper looked like a skinny little duplicate of Sage, with his brunette hair cut in a longish bowl cut. His creamy skin contrasted with Rey's light pecan complexion. Rey's black hair fell to his shoulders, framing sparkling, hazel/green eyes, with very long lashes. His handsome little face was dusted with freckles, and his tight white briefs clearly defined an erection raging with anticipation. The boys lunged at one another, grappling for dominance like normal wrestlers. Yet once they were thrashing on the floor, all comparisons ceased. Twisting wildly, they frantically sought each other's groin with one hand, while using their other limbs to immobilize their opponent. "NoooOOOOH YOU DON'T!" Rey squealed, when Harper gripped his cotton cloaked loins. Harper rubbed and squeezed all over, making the boy convulse, and vainly try to roll away. Rey's swollen hardness quaked, and his nuts were like warm little grapes wrapped in velvet, and Harper held on. Harper's hysterical giggles melted into a shriek, when Rey clasped Harper's pulsating bulge in return, and squeezed it fiercely. The boys' breathing grew heavy, and their laughter turned to determined grunts, and throaty sighs. Legs flailed, then Rey locked his muscular little thighs around Harper's chest, levering Sage's brother almost onto both shoulders. He had to release Harpers' junk to pull the boy's thigh forward, curling Harper almost into a ball. Harper was struggling savagely, but Rey forced the boy's shoulder's onto the floor. It really wasn't fair that Rey's older brother was on the high school wrestling team, and had taught the younger boy a lot of moves. Rey had yet to lose in a Championship. Sage pounded the carpet while calling the count, "1, 2, 3, 4..." "Aaaaah!" Rey gasped. Harper had started to rub his bone through his tight little undies, in a last ditch effort to escape. But despite the tickles, Rey held on through the 10-count. "The winner is Raging Rey Sanchez!" Sage cried out, helping pull the boys to their feet. Laughing, Rey and Haper hugged, and flopped on the couch, while Danny and Carter got up for the next match. Danny was almost as small as Harper, but not nearly as bony. His little pink nipples stood out against a milky white chest. The blond boy's hair fell just below his ears, and he looked surprisingly confident, while pulling off his eyeglasses. The front of his skimpy Star Wars briefs were stretched up the front by a surprisingly long tube of engorged boy meat. "How're you gonna fight me, if you can't see me, four-eyes?" Carter snickered. The tallest of the 5th graders, Carter was also chubby, and his plump round ass stretched his Jockeys, while a pooch of fat drooped over his waistband. His brunette hair was cropped in an unflattering buzz cut, but Sage didn't think he was unattractive. A small prow pushed straight out against his plain white briefs. "I don't need glasses to see you, Shamu," Danny snickered. All the boys grinned at the usual taunts, tirelessly repeated on the playground. "You won't be laughing with my dick in your mouth, Danny," Carter replied. "I'll need a microscope to find it." Sage sounded the start with a "Ding ding ding!" Quick as a flash, Danny flew up and wrapped his legs around Carter's torso. The bigger boy spun, vainly trying to shake Danny off. Just then, Danny found both of the boy's flabby bosoms and pinched them tightly between each of his thumbs and forefingers. Danny rotated Carter's nipples in opposite directions, and the bigger boy screamed and dropped to his knees. "Nooooo titty twisters!!" Carter yelled, spanking and pinching Danny's buttocks in a fury. "Hey, time out, guys!" Sage yelled, pulling Danny off. "No more Purple Nurples, Danny," Sage admonished the boy. "But -- " "No biting. No nut-crushing. No Purple Nurples." By the time Carter lumbered back to his feet and got into attack position, his erection had fled, and he studied Danny seriously. "Ding, ding, ding!" Sage called out. This time, Carter was ready when Danny flew up at him, once again. With his palm out and fingers splayed across his belly, Carter caught Danny's throbbing cock, and squeezed. With his other hand, he reached behind Danny, and grabbed the back of the boy's waistband. Pulling up ferociously, Carter gave Danny a wedgie like none other. The other boys laughed hysterically, while Danny groaned, as his leg elastics disappeared between slender, pale buns. It looked like a small, pale melon had been cleaved in two. Danny squeaked, releasing Carter with his legs. He danced on his toes, and the boys could hear cloth and elastic ripping. "You're done for, Baby Dick!" Carter said with laugh, pulling Danny's waistband up to his shoulder blades, while squeezing the boy's genitals rhythmically. Danny wailed, but fought back in kind. Reaching down, he clutched Carter's now re-engorged boy stem with his fist. Thinking quickly, he stroked Carter through his briefs, firmly, vigorously. Carter shuddered, and moaned, and it was just enough for Danny to try a move he'd learned in Judo class. Stepping forward, Danny hooked his leg behind Carter's and pushed into the boy's chest. Carter landed on his back, with Danny astride his belly. The smaller boy stroked Carter's rigid, textile trapped tumescence faster, and the friction was making the boy jiggle and moan. Carter's fingers absently released Danny's diamond hardness, and his fingers fluttered away from the boy's waistband. He barely noticed Danny's knees press onto his shoulder joints, much less Sage counting him out. He was so close... But suddenly, the joy was gone, and Danny's hand left him, along with the boy's weight on his belly. Carter huffed, clearing his head by shaking it. "You dick!" Carter exclaimed. "I almost tingled!" Absently, he stroked himself through his briefs. "That'd be a forfeit," Sage reminded the boy with a smile. Any contestant rubbing one out instantly lost, and Carter groaned with frustration. Sage extended a hand and helped Carter up. Danny picked his torn briefs out of his ass. "Shit, Shamu! You wrecked my underwears." He had to hold his undies in place so they wouldn't fall, and the Death Star on his ass was a long, sad oval shape. "I'm gonna make you eat `em, shrimp." "OK, final round for the Championship," Sage announced. "Iron Carter Olson, vs. Harper `The Body' Arsenault!" The boys laughed at Sage's improv, while the two combatants faced each other to defend themselves against earning the Championship. This was not a struggle to find the best, but a contest to find a final loser, who would have to service the other boys, as well as the ref. Openly, they all proudly claimed they didn't want the title, though three of them secretly didn't care if they lost. Harper and his much larger opponent faced off. Carter was fairly new to the Burbank Wrestling Federation, and had only competed in one other title bout. His bulk had given him the advantage then, and he'd never thought he might lose. Harper had a strategy by the time they grappled, and he was ready when Carter took his pulsating little prong in hand. In return, Harper clutched Carter's bone with two fingers and a thumb, even as he was thrown to the carpet. With one knee between Harper's thighs, and the other on the outside, Carter rhythmically squeezed the smaller boy's textile trapped todger, while pressing his forearm into Harper's chest. Harper squeezed back in cadence. Both boys were sighing, endorphins flying, while Sage started counting Harper out. Just as Sage got to "7," Harper kissed Carter on the lips. The bigger boy's eyes flew open with alarm, and he gasped. Carter rolled away, ending the count, but Harper held onto the boy, dragging his tongue to Carter's ear, then drilled in. "Aaaaaaah!" Carter shrieked, in horrified pleasure. It tickled, and was so freakishly naughty, he couldn't admit the sparkles in his erection came from more than just Harper's fingers, which had moved south to caress his nuts. One of Harper's squeezing fingers slid under Carters underwear's leg elastics, then between his meaty cheeks. And then -- "Noooo!!!" Carter shrieked, with his nuts squeezed and his anus tickled, while Harper tongue swirling in his ticklish ear. He'd never played down there and suddenly -- "NOoooooUUUUUUUUhhhh!" Sparkles burst in his eyes and his dick, while Harper's finger plunged into him. All his attention was on the pressure inside him, in a place he'd never thought could feel like this. Carter gasped and huffed, and his hips started grinding, trying to get friction on his dick. He barely heard Sage count to "10," but suddenly, the pleasure faded away. Harper's finger slurped out of his tender hole, leaving Carter gasping on the precipice, and puzzled about what had just happened. Dizzy, Carter was horrified to hear Sage announce, "The new Burbank Wrestling Federation Champion -- Carter Olson!" Sage pulled him to his feet, and Carter's eyes cleared. And he was pissed. Not only had he been brought so close to a tingly finish twice, he'd lost to this puny little kid. He was the losing Champion. A bitch to these little bitches. His friends were laughing at him. Goddamit, he wasn't a fag, even if he jerked it with other boys. And that thing Harper did in his butthole...What was that about? On cue, Harper trotted back into the den, after washing his hands and mouth. Carter really needed to clean his ears. "Sorry, dude," Sage said, patting the younger boy on the shoulder. To the group, Sage asked, "Which trophy will the champion polish first?" Harper, Danny and Rey huddled and whispered. The three boys played together in soccer and Little League, and were almost inseparable, and their schoolmate Carter couldn't help feeling like they'd ganged up against him. Harper grinned. "Start with `Baby Dick.'" The boys chuckled and rearranged themselves on the couch in order. Danny, on the right, then Harper, and Rey, who patted the cushion next to him. "Sit here, Sage?" His teeth were luminous, and his smile so bright, Sage fell down the gravity well onto the sofa next to the younger boy. Rey was sweet as maple syrup, and twice as tasty looking. Harper and Rey started chanting, "Baby Dick! Baby Dick! Baby Dick!" Danny stood, and gave them the finger, but giggled. He'd gotten the nickname because Danny had anything but an infantile penis, and the cartoon R2D2 on the front his ruined briefs poked straight out from his throbbing hardness. His wrecked, green waistband hung below his slender, pallid buns in the back, and the moment Danny unhooked the front, the tattered rag fell to his ankles. By Federation rules, each winner had to stand and present his "trophy" for polishing in full view of the other boys. And they boisterously mocked Carter, as he grudgingly got on his knees before Danny's reedy erection, pointing horizontally at him like an accuser's finger. Once, Carter had been on the receiving end of a Championship, for the only blow job he'd ever gotten. And it had been from Cameron, one of the boys who wasn't there that day. Shit, he wished Cam were here, because he'd been so easy to pin, and didn't have any problem sucking 6 dicks when he lost. But now, here Carter was, about to do the blowing. It wasn't like jerking a friend off, `cause rubbing another boy's weenus wasn't much different from pullin' on your own pud. Putting one in your mouth would be disgusting. But, if he welched, he wouldn't get the chance to wrestle for another B.J. again. Danny's circumcised four-inches were as long as Sage's, though skinnier, with a small wrinkled scrotum adhered to the base, like a clam to a rock. A seam of flesh divided his bag into hemispheres, where the boy's tiny testicles lurked. Sage had walked in on Harper and Danny once or twice, and seen the blond boy naked many more times while skinny dipping or getting changed. Still, he never tired of checking out the boy's willowy frame. Truthfully, he'd have loved to lick Danny's quivering prong like an ice cream cone. Carter was frozen with hesitation. "Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" Harper, Rey, and Danny chanted. "All right! Shut up!" Carter replied, exasperated. Extending his tongue with evident revulsion, Carter probed to taste Danny's circumcised head. Finding nothing more than skin salt, he gave the glans a few more testing licks, which made Danny shiver. Sealing his mouth around the knob, Carter gave into his plight, and sucked, while sliding almost to the boy's root. As Danny's glans torpedoed to the entrance of his throat, it almost gagged Carter, and he quickly pulled back. Returning more carefully, the fleshy boy glided ¾ of the way down Danny's shaft. "Ouch! Careful with the teeth, dude. Cover `em with your lips." "Sorry man," Carter pulled off to reply. "First time doing this." "That's OK...Oh, that's better...oooooh yeesss." Danny closed his eyes and sighed, while Carter sucked and bobbed his head quickly, eager to get the ordeal over with. "So good," Danny muttered, running his fingers through Carter's brush cut hair. Danny's affectionate caress drew goosebumps out of Carter. He might not have been a homo, but he started to appreciate the power he had over his friend, pulling moans out of Danny as be slurped back and forth. And weirdly, Carter's cock was like granite! Fuck, was he enjoying this? Watching Danny start to shake, Harper and Rey gently rubbed the front of each other's underpants, while Sage lightly dragged a forefinger up and down his spandex squeezed pubescence. The four younger boys all been teasing each other for what seemed like hours, and it took less than two minutes for Danny's hips to start thrusting, and he moaned loudly, while his cock pulsed, laboring to eject the dry promise of future semen. Danny's eyes were still shut, and his breathing heavy, when Carter moved over, to face Harper. Sage's little brother pulled off his Spider Man undies before standing up, and his two inch twig played air drums in anticipation. Every pulse pulled his small lump of barely emergent scrotum with it. Harper's two tiny grapes looked like half-spheres tightly coated in smooth flesh, rolling back and forth with his wagging prong. Danny studied it for a moment, then looked up to smirk at Harper. "You're hot for me, gay boy." Harper giggled. "Yeah, OK. You're a total babe," he said, rolling his eyes. "Just suck it, dude." While he was embarrassed by actually putting another boy's dick in his mouth, it wasn't worse than sucking a finger. So he approached Harper's lurching loins more confidently. Carter rested his hands on either side of Harper's skinny hip bones. Sealing his lips around Harper's pink, circumcised head, Carter sucked back and forth with a steady rhythm. Of course, with just two inches of throbbing hardness in Carter's mouth, he didn't have far to go, before his nose struck Harper's smooth and scrawny pubic mound. After a minute, Harper squirmed and groaned, and then begged Carter, "Can you suck a little harder dude?" The bigger boy complied - but only for half a minute. By the time Harper started panting, Carter pulled off him, and grinned when the boy whimpered with frustration. "Tell me when you're getting close to the feeling," Carter said. "I was just now!" Harper whined. "Oh, sorry dude," Carter replied with false innocence. Before putting Harper back in his mouth, Carter fondled the boy's nuts with a thumb and forefinger. While he was merely curious about how Harper's testicles compared to his own, he noticed Harper shuddered and gasped while he fondled them. So he continued to play with them, while slurping on Harper's tender bone, delighting in the boy's anguished need. Remembering how Harper had brought him so close to the precipice, Carter released the boy's nuts, and slid a finger up between Harper's buns. When Carter's finger found Harper's magic ring, the boy moaned, and his hips started thrusting in microbursts. Carter pushed his finger in, and Harper grunted at the clumsy piercing. Carter stopped bobbing on Harper, and simply sucked on him like a straw in a milkshake, while he pushed his digit in and explored. When he hit a small lump, Harper squeaked. "Right there! Right there!" Harper gasped The bigger boy didn't yet know what he was pressing, but it made Harper thrust faster, and moan louder. A moment later, Harper gasped, "I'm gonna `gasm!" For an evil second, Carter considered leaving Harper hanging, but then he'd have to blow the boy a second time. He sucked furiously on the smaller boy, and pushed against that magic button. Harper squealed, and his hips thrust, while itchy fire radiated from his loins. Harper's climax hadn't even finished when Carter pulled his finger out of him, and released the boy from his mouth. Studying his soiled digit with distaste, Carter picked up Danny's tattered undies, and used them as a cleaning rag. Harper collapsed back on the sofa. Sage noticed that Danny was slowly stroking his re-engorged cock, while gazing at Harper, heaving and regaining his breath. Clearly, Danny was more attracted to Harper than Sage had suspected. Maybe it wasn't just idle messing around with those boys. Ray stood up, and peeled off his tighty whities, revealing junk darker than the rest of his body. His 2½ inch cock was thicker than the other boys', with a darkly rosy, circumcised head. Rey's nuts, like Harper's, were half-visible, in a small, ovoid bag still clinging to his diminutive cock, though Rey's sack was slightly wrinkled and fatter. Carter appraised Rey's twitching, turgid flesh, and fondled the boy's little marbles, finding them about the same size as Harper's. Rey moaned from his touch, and Carter continued to rub the boy's balls, while, reluctantly, he sealed his lips around Rey's cap. Rey groaned from the hot wetness engulfing him, itchy tickles bursting from the frothy friction. The combined sparkly sensation on his boyhood and in his tightening nuts made him quiver, and his breathing grew ragged. "Ooooh that's rad, dude!" Rey groaned, and Carter bobbed faster, eager to get the ordeal over with. Watching Carter suck off a third boy, however unskillfully, was by now almost unbearably arousing for Sage. He stopped caressing his lycra-bound bone, lest he blow in his Speedos before it was his turn. Nonetheless, his red swim briefs were wet with a coin-sized spot of dark crimson. Rey's eyes were clenched, almost as if he were in pain, and his hands were balled in fists. Rey's brown little nipples were hardened cones on a lithesome chest, which expanded and contracted with rapid panting. Carter realized he could still rub Rey's nuts with his thumb, while probing the boy's anus with his middle finger. He felt the boy's scrotum tighten, and he barely pressed into Rey's tender tunnel when the boy wailed. Rey's cock detonated with dry, itchy tickles, kicking against the roof of Carter's mouth. The bigger boy pulled off to watch it twitch in his fingers, fascinated by the pee-slit seeming to gulp air. While Rey recovered, Carter extracted his middle finger, and studied it. He hadn't gone in very deep, and his digit seemed unblemished. All the same, he wiped if off with Danny's trashed underpants. Hearing audibly rubbing flesh, Sage glanced over and saw Harper and Danny with their hands in each other's loins watching the show, and, and breathing heavily. "Looks like I'm at bat, Carter," Sage said. "The final round." The chunky blond sighed. Three dicks in a row should have been enough. Still, he'd figured out the means to get the job done efficiently. "Yup, Sage," Carter muttered, and sighed. The 13-year-old stood up, and grabbed the waist of his Speedo to pull it down. Before he could, however, Carter caught sight of the wet spot, and giggled. "Did you pee in your swim suit?" Carter asked. "Uhh, negatory, dude," Sage replied, explaining pre-cum, while pulling his swim briefs off. Carter's eyes grew wide, and his throat closed. He was filled with awe and disgust, and very envious of the smattering of hairs crowning the base of Sage's 4-inch pubescence. "Sperms?" Carter whispered. "I don't want sperms in my mouth," he croaked, shaking his head with emphatic defiance. Carter had almost overcome his mortification of being the Champion, but now, he wasn't going to do it, even if it meant welching on a contest. "Dude, no worries," Sage almost whispered. "I gotta get dinner ready, anyways," he said, ruffling the boy's blond brush bristles, then reached down for his Speedo. "Chicken!" Danny taunted. "Bwok! Bwok! Bwok!" Harper joined in, and Rey added his own taunts. "You guys!" Carter whined. "Fine! But Sage -" "Only if you're sure you're OK with it. I won't shoot in your mouth, dude," Sage assured him. "I'll let you know when I'm close." Carter knelt in front of Sage with dread, while the older boy spread his legs. "Your wiener - it's wet...," Carter grimaced. Sage's circumcised head glistened with spicy boy lotion, and it had an alarming fragrance. It was musky, sexy, and nauseating, all at the same time. Sage wiped his hardness with his Speedo. "Thanks, Sage," Carter murmured. He envied the middle schooler's relatively big eggs, hanging low in his hairless sack. Though Sage's throbbing boy club wasn't bigger than Danny's, the few silky strands garnishing the base seemed to make Sage's pounding pole more formidable. Curious, Carter ran a finger through the downy filaments crowning Sage's root, then reluctantly took hold of the 13-year-old's throbbing boyhood at the base. Soft, warm skin coated rock hardness. Just get it done, Carter thought, and slipped Sage's quaking bone into his mouth. Something tasted slightly sweet. Sage purred from the warm wet ring sliding ¾ of the way down his quivering pubescence, then back again, while Carter swallowed his own copious saliva. "You can do this, too," Sage whispered, moving the Carter's penis-gripping fingertips back and forth, ahead of his lips. Carter now had the means to settle the last of his debts quickly, and he stroked Sage even faster than his head could bob. At the same time he used his other fingers to caress Sage's scrotum. It felt soft and warm, like there was soup cooking in the older's boy's slightly sticky sack. Sage's nuts were bigger than his own, and he liked the way they rolled in his fingers - What?! Wait. No, he didn't like playing with Sage's balls, did he? He was horrified, and yet kept rolling them in his palm, and just then, he realized someone was kneeling behind him. A hand slid into his snug briefs, and wet fingertips found his little throbbing meat stick, rubbing just the knob. It itched and tickled, and he moaned, and pulled off of Sage, to see it was Harper. Harper giggled, and shrugged at him. Carter smiled in gratitude, then resumed his work. Harper's sparkly teasing drew his mind away from his shame, and Carter sucked and stroked Sage faster. "Mmmmmm....Sweeet," Sage murmured, his eyes closed. He hadn't had time that day to rub one out before practice, and his nuts started to pull inward. But Carter's attention was drifting. The husky boy was so lost in the fire in his glans, he could barely focus. Sage's cock slipped from his mouth, while Carter started panting, and Harper realized the boy was getting close. Abruptly, he stopped rubbing Carter's nozzle, and pinched it, making the boy jolt and groan. 
"Back to work, bitch," Harper said, with a chuckle, yanking his hand out of Carter's undies. "You're gonna be my little bitch, Arsenault," Carter grumbled, then engulfed Sage again. By then, the older boy's ammunition was chambered, and it took only half a minute before Sage warned Carter, "I'm...gonna...cum, dude!" Carter pulled off of Sage again, held him in expectation, and Sage impatiently coached the boy to pull him off. Moments later, Sage groaned, and held out his hand to catch the clear, watery seed burst from his tip. The other boys gasped and cheered, though one had seen Sage's shoot on several occasions, while the other had pumped loads out of a much older cousin. A second squirt splashed against the first, and more dribbled from the tip, as Carter milked the remaining volleys out of the boy. Carter was in awe. Not only was this the first time he'd seen anyone ejaculate, but he'd felt the 13-year-old's cock pulsate each time it spit. It had felt powerful, magical. He couldn't wait to start shooting sperm! Looking at the other grinning boys, Carter sheepishly asked, "Is anyone gonna do me, or do I have to do it myself?" The time before, someone had given Cameron a consolation B.J., and Carter hoped that was the tradition. "I'll take care of you, Carter," Sage said, pulling off one of his socks to wipe up his mess. "Take a seat," he added gesturing to the couch. A moment later, Sage knelt between the boy's knees, and spent a moment rubbing the hard lump in the front of Carter's plain, white underpants with the flat of his hand. Then, while Carter lifted his plump rump, Sage peeled the boy's briefs off. A small triangle of pale flesh was framed between belly fat, and two chubby thighs. At the bottom, a pink, cherry-shaped helmet peeked from between walls of leg fat. Sage pushed the boy's legs widely apart, to unveil a hard little circumcised prick, barely an inch and half long, with a wrinkled little scrotum attached that looked empty. Sage gently caressed the boy's turgid flesh with a thumb and forefinger, using a touch light as a feather, and soon enough the boy was breathing hard. "Can you...uhhh...do it a little harder, Sage," the boy pled, "Please?" Sage chuckled. "Just getting started, dude." He was going to take Carter to school. He caressed down to Carter's soft little sack. But contrary to looks, the boy's tiny testicles were there, though smaller than the other boys'. Sage fondled them, studying them by touch, making Carter squirm. Moving both hands to the boy's thick, soft thighs, Sage caressed the insides, from knee to crotch, while leaning toward Carter's musky worm. It lurched in anticipation, and Sage tickled the top with the tip of his tongue. It had the musky salt-tang of unwashed boy, and Sage was mildly disgusted. Still, he swabbed it clean, circling the little morsel with his tongue until Carter was groaning and jiggling. Licking Carter's whole length for long moments, Sage heard the rising noise of fleshy friction, and glanced to the side. Danny and Harper were stroking each other furiously, while Rey was rubbing his re-engorged root at a more relaxed pace. All were taking in the show with wide eyes. Bringing his tongue to the root of Carter's tiny meat, Sage plunged his tongue into the boy's little scrotum, like he were probing a deflated skin balloon. Finding one nut, he tickled it with his tongue a few times, before licking the other. "OOOOOHhh!" Carter cried, his chest heaving. "What's he doin', Carter?" Rey asked. With Sage's face buried in the boy's groin, none of Carter's friends could see what was happening. "Heee...Heee's licking my balls and -- AAAAHHH! He's sucking on both of `em now! OOOOh it feels SO RAD!" When Carter's whole body shook, Sage licked back to Carter's helmet, and sealed his lips around it. He spent a minute or two tongue scrubbing the tender knoblet until Carter begged him for mercy. Sucking in with his cheeks, Sage slid back and forth on the minuscule flesh, while lashing the underside with his tongue. At the same time, he slid a finger in the boy's sweaty cleft, and found his clenching ring. Circling gently, he opened Carter up, and slid a finger in, making the boy grunt. And then Carter moaned, when Sage found his magic place, and stroked it with a "come here" rubbing. "OOOOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOH!" Carter cried, and his hips pushed upward. Sage felt the boy's cock dancing, and he opened his mouth to engulf Carter's nut sack, as well. Sucking hard, he pulled all of the boy's genitals to and fro. Carter's world collapsed in stars and itchy, dry bursting cock tickles, and he bellowed unintelligibly. Sage kept up the suction, until he felt Carter's convulsions die away, then let the boy's junk slide from his mouth. Just then, he heard Harper's tell-tale moan, followed by Danny's. Rey was beating his meat like it owed him money, studying the two best friends in the throws of orgasm. The sight of Rey's urgent self-pleasure ignited a new fire in Sage's loins, and he grew hard, as the boy cried out, with eyes clenched shut. There was something intimately revealing in watching another boy masturbate, lost in self-gratification, and Sage adored the squeaks and gasps Rey made, while his torso undulated. The room's silence was only broken by contented, heavy breathing, while Sage pulled his Speedo up, and over his rigid boy pole. He thought about stealing up to his room for a quick jerk, but he could wait until bed time. "Sage - that was - awesome!" Carter finally exclaimed, slowly pulling on his underwear. "Thanks!" Carter was almost dumbfounded. The cool, older middle schooler had gone to town on him, which either meant Sage was a homo, or maybe that sucking dick wasn't that big a deal. And Sage definitely didn't seem like a homo. Something he'd have to think about, before the boys "wrestled" again. "No worries, dude," Sage replied. "You sticking around for dinner?" "Nah. Can't. Have to get home - shit! What time is it?" Carter asked, panicked. Sage looked at his watch. "Almost 5." "I gotta motor," Carter replied, scrambling to pull on his clothes, while the other boys took their time. Carter was out the door in a flash, without saying goodbye. As he pulled on his sweat pants, Sage caught Rey staring at his lycra-bound erection. The younger boy smiled in embarrassment when Sage winked at him. Sage told the group he was going get dinner in the oven. "It'll be about an hour, so you guys head up and shower, `k?" A moment later, Sage was closing the door on the lasagna, when Rey quietly asked, "Sage, can I help you?" "Got it covered, buddy," Sage turned with a smile. "Not much left except tossing the salad." Rey had given him a mischievous smile, and reached over, to squeeze the older boy's semi-hardness. "I meant with this," he'd whispered and giggled. Though Sage's cock had swelled with renewed need, he gently pried Rey's fingers away, with a chuckle. "Maybe later, dude," Sage had said, figuring the idea would be long forgotten by dinner time. After all, 10-year-olds weren't yet unhinged by hormones. As Sage recounted the late afternoon to Colton, the adolescents pressed the balls of their feet into each other's groins. They were playfully teasing, but Colton was seriously aroused by Sage's recollection. "I thought you said you boned the kid?" Colton said. Their gondola had just passed through the Matterhorn, and he'd barely noticed. "I'm getting there, dude," Sage replied, glad his best friend - the boy he loved - wasn't jealous. But it had been just meaningless sex play, anyway. "So, we had dinner, and then played some Streetfighter II," Sage said. After a while, the boys had grown tired of taking turns with 2 gaming controllers, and put on a movie. Harper had his arm around Danny, curling around his friend on one end of the couch, while Sage and Rey sat side by side on the other. Sage hadn't been interested in the movie, and he'd nodded off, barely clocking Rey snuggling against him, much less the throw blanket the younger boy pulled over them. Unmemorable fragments of dream swirled away, when Sage was gently shaken awake. Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize where he was. "Sage -- dude, your sister's home," a boy was saying. "Mmmph..." Sage mumbled, and pried an eye open. "...whaaah?" "Your sister just got home," Rey repeated, still snuggled against the older boy, and Sage realized he was hugging the younger boy to him. Just then, Becky walked in, pulling off a jacket. "Hey Sage," she said, sounding a little intoxicated. "Who's that?" "You know Rey - Harper's bud?" Sage mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Oh yeah. Hey man," she said. "Sage, dude, thanks a lot. I really owe ya." "No worries, Becks. All good with Tyronne?" "Ohhh yeeeah," she murmured, in a way that Sage didn't want to think about. "I'm gonna check the locks and hit it. `Night boys." "`Night, Becky," the boys replied. Yawning, Sage noticed that the other boys were gone, and a standup comedy show was running quietly on the TV. "Where're are..?" "They went to bed," Rey replied, rolling off Sage to stand up. "Why didn't you go with them?" Sage asked, getting up to turn off the TV and lights. "Cause you were...nice and warm," Rey said, sheepishly. Sage smiled at the boy, and followed him to the bathroom. They took turns brushing their teeth and peeing in silence. As they left the bathroom, Rey whispered, "Can I sleep in your room, Sage?" "Why's that?" "Before they went to bed, Harper and Danny were...making out," Rey explained, looking down. "Oh," Sage replied, knowingly. "OK. Come on, dude." Moments later, Sage shut the door behind Rey and he. "I guess you don't want the floor," Sage said with a smile, pulling his hoodie and t-shirt off. "You can sleep in my bed, dude," he added, undoing his jeans, and letting them drop to the floor. "Thanks, Sage," Rey replied, already bare chested, and pulling down his basketball shorts, then hiding a smile while pulling off his socks. Sage skinned away his own socks and tried not to stare at the beautiful younger boy. Rey's light caramel skin contrasted beautifully with his bone white briefs, especially after Sage turned off the light. The boys slid into Sage's bed, curling on their sides to face one another in cozy warmth and dim street light. The air was tense with unspoken questions. "So, uh, Harper and Danny were making out?" Sage prompted Rey. "I guess that was gross?" "No," Rey replied, "Harper taught me how to kiss," Rey explained, which was no surprise to Sage. The older boy shook his head and chuckled. "I like kissing," Rey added, very quietly, looking away from Sage, "a lot." "So, why didn't you join `em? It's not hard for 3 guys to fool around." "I know. We do it sometimes in Danny's fort," Rey replied, looking directly at Sage. He paused for a moment, and looked away again. "And..?" Sage prompted the boy. "I want to do it with you," Rey whispered, so quietly Sage could barely hear him. "Really?" Sage had replied. "Uh-huh," Rey had nodded, turning to look the older boy in the eyes. Hesitantly, he explained that someone had to have taught Harper how to kiss, and Rey had guessed it was Sage. It wasn't anything in particular he could put a finger on. "Well, Rey, you're right," Sage replied quietly, peering into the boy's sparkling hazel-green eyes, "But can you keep that a secret?" "`Course!" Rey answered cheerfully. Sage leaned forward, and his lips found the younger boy's. Rey parted his full lips quickly, and tried to plunge his tongue into Sage's mouth. The older boy quickly pulled away, with a giggle. "Slow down, cowpoke," Sage said, combing his fingers through the boy's long, straight, jet black hair. "Girls want you to take your time." "Girls?!" Rey sputtered. "Gross. I'm not kissin' girls." Sage chuckled. "You might change your mind, in a couple of years." "No way, dude," Rey declared, emphatically. He paused, and asked tremulously, "Do you kiss girls?" Sage didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, and gave the the boy a lingering, close-mouthed kiss that made Rey sigh. "Not yet," Sage quietly replied. "Probably never, to tell you the truth." Rey thought about this for a moment. His eyes grew wide, and he sucked in a breath quickly. "Sage...are you...?" "Gay?" Sage filled in the blank. "Yeah, dude, I'm as gay as a flower shop. But that's between us, too, OK? Rey smiled and nodded. "I think I'm gay," the boy replied. Sage cautioned him that a lot of things change with puberty, but Rey wasn't dissuaded. "Most of my friends... when we mess around...it's no big deal to them. It's the same as shooting hoop, or playing Mario," Rey slowly explained. "But I think about it all the time. I think about my friends naked, and touching them...Kissing them. I think Danny's really into it, too." "Hmmm," Sage muttered, thoughtfully. Sage had heard about something called "Gaydar." Was it real? Either way, he'd been around Rey's age when he started figuring the same things about himself. "Well, who cares, anyway? It doesn't matter if you like boys or girls." "It does in my family," Rey sighed, and Sage saw the boy's eyes filling. "Come here," Sage said, hugging Rey to him. "It's not like they need to know anything, right now," Sage whispered. Rey's warm and slender body felt exquisite, and Sage rocked him, murmuring that he always be there to talk about things. Sage grew aware of a rigid lump pressing into his hip, and it was growing. His own cock intruded on the intimate moment, swelling into Rey's tummy. Rey giggled into Sage's shoulder. "You've got a boner," he said in a sing-song. "So do you," Sage replied, rolling the boy onto his back, and giving Rey several slow lip smacks, while caressing Rey's tummy. Finally, his lips came to rest against Rey's, and Sage massaged the boy's mouth with his own. Wet, velvety lips undulating slowly, and the tips of tongues barely touching. Sage played with one of the younger boy's nipples, then the other, while Rey slid his finger down, under Sage's tummy, to gently clasp the 13-year-old's rigid boyhood through his briefs. "Mmmm..." Sage murmured, gently pulling on one of Rey's lips with his teeth, then sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. At the same time, his hand slid down from Rey's chest, to brush the front of the boy's stretchy white undies. Instinctively, hungrily, Rey spread his legs in invitation, though Sage needed no further room to access the warm, quivering flesh hidden in fluffy underpants. Sage cupped Rey's throbbing erection, and rubbed it with his palm, while his tongue slowly danced with the younger boy's. Moaning into Sage's mouth, Rey gripped the older boy with all his fingertips, and rubbed him impatiently. Sage pulled off to whisper, "Chill-out, dude. It's not a race." "Sorry, Sa-," Rey mumbled, his apology silenced by Sage's lips. For long moments - who knows how long? - Sage gave Rey an advanced class in kissing, and patient foreplay. Eventually, his tongue left Rey's, and Sage curled a little to kiss the boy's neck, then down to his shoulders, making Rey shiver and gasp. All the while, Sage's hand kept squeezing the solid, pulsating warmth stretching the front of Rey's briefs. Sage kissed down the boy's chest to one of his nipples. Sealing his lips around it, Sage lashed the little brown cone with his tongue, and sucked on it, making the boy loudly squeal and shake. "Shhhh," Sage quietly whispered, climbing onto the boy to access the other nipple with his mouth. "Sorry Sage," Rey quietly whispered. "I've never -- Faaaaaaah!" Rey's quiet voice became a choked off exhalation, while Sage nibbled his other nipple, then sucked on it. He squirmed, and his hips involuntarily thrust against Sage's squeezing fingers. Sage chuckled, and released Rey's diamond hard nipple from his mouth. It glistened in the dim light, rising and falling with Rey's ragged breath. "That's...weird," Rey whispered, shocked by the sensations he'd felt. "Weird good?" Sage whispered, while climbing over the boy's thigh, to kneel between his legs. "Yeeeeahh," Rey nodded. "So good...What're you doin'?" Sage lay on the boy's torso, carefully positioning his painfully engorged loins against Rey's. Two pounding boy cocks strained to embrace through two sets of underpants. The combined steamy pressure felt like they were melting together in a furnace. "You guys ever hump?" Sage asked. "I don't think so..." Rey replied, uncertainly. He'd heard the term, but he wasn't sure what it meant. Sage chuckled. "I think you'd know. Here, just stay like that," Sage replied, sliding his forearms under Rey's shoulders, and resting his weight on his knees and elbows. Slowly, he rubbed his achingly swollen 4 inches against Rey's smaller, rigid member. Gently thrusting with his hips, Sage ground his heat against the younger boy's, raking itchy tingles in both their loins. Though he started out slowly, the feeling of a hard boy cock rubbing against his own, and the sensuous sight of the pretty younger boy's obvious ecstasy made Sage thrust faster. He moaned quietly, feeling his nuts slowly contracting. Rey gasped, and started pumping against him. "Sage," Rey heaved, "can I feel your butt?" "Uh-huh," Sage panted, digging into the bed with his knees to plow harder. The fly on his briefs raked along his cock, adding greater friction that sparkled and itched. Rey gripped both of the older boy's slender buns through his tight underwear, digging his fingers into buttocks firm from swimming. The muscles rippling in his grip inflamed Rey further, and he pulled himself into Sage with needful violence. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Sage gasped. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" The 13-year-old humped into the 10-year-old with rabid ardor. Distantly, he felt the covers falling off his ass, exposing the two boys fucking each other's groins. Rey could feel his own tingles building furiously. "Meee tooo!" Rey gasped. Sage's loins detonated. Through gritting teeth, Sage exhaled stifled grunts, in cadence with the bursts burning out of his pink pastry gun. Wave after wave of joy washed across his abdomen, and he pumped and pumped, while shaking his head with abandon. Just then, Rey's little gonads pulled inward, and his 2½ inch boyhood pounded with dry detonations that made his head kick back against his pillow. The boys were a little damp with perspiration when Sage finally collapsed onto Rey. Hugging the younger boy, he rolled them both onto their sides, and gazed at Rey catching his breath. A half-smile graced the younger boy's soft features. "Whoah. That was...sweet, Sage," Rey whispered. "Yeah, it was, dude," Sage replied. His sweat dampened skin started to chill, and Sage pulled the covers over both of them. "That was `humping?'" Rey asked, smiling into the older boy's eyes. "I do it to my Pooh Bear, sometimes." Sage chuckled. "It's even better when you and a bud are totally nude. That's something you can try with Harper and Danny." "Did you sperm?" Rey asked. "Oh, yeah," Sage replied, pulling the boy's hand over to feel the damp front of his underpants. Rey gently caressed the soft, wet lump, then sniffed his dampened fingers. The fragrance was a little like bread, and he hesitantly licked the traces of ejaculate. Though slightly salty, it didn't taste like much. "Do you sperm every time?" Sage chuckled. "I shoot sperm most of the time I COME," he answered, gently correcting the boy's terminology. "But if I do it like 3 or 4 times in a row, nothing comes out." "Rad. I can't wait to COME," Rey replied, mocking Sage, with a giggle. "You already come, dude. You just don't squirt, yet." After a few minutes, the exhausted boys were already drifting into darkness. Sage had rolled Rey all the way over, so he could spoon around the boy from behind. They fell into deep, contented sleep, in a cozy snuggle. Waking early the next morning, Sage had treated Rey to a lesson in oral sex, 69ing with the boy. The gondola was almost at Fantasyland station, and Sage and Colton were rhythmically pressing each other's erections with their feet. Colton was very aroused from Sage's recollection, and frustrated there was nothing they could do about their immediate needs. "So you didn't actually fuck him?" Colton asked. "Nah, dude. I only do that with you," Sage replied. Colton smiled, suddenly relieved. He didn't even know he'd been feeling...jealousy? Shit. He was going to have to figure some things out with Sage. But right then, as they pulled into Fantasyland Station, all he could say was, "I love, Sage." ========================== To be continued...