Date: Fri, 04 Mar 2022 23:21:40 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 15 Colton tells his own story about losing a wager, and in the process, reveals one of the roots of his secret desires. 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 = = = = = "It's a short line," Sage Arsenault remarked. "`Cause nobody rides this thing anymore," Colton Vannerman quietly replied, as the two 13-year-olds quickly approached the entry to Disneyland's "Skyway" gondola ride. Colton's diagnosis was deadly accurate, because two years later, in 1994, Disney would close the 1950's-era attraction. But just then, it was a quick way back to Tomorrowland, where Sage's family was celebrating his younger brother Harper's 10th birthday party, with the boy's friends. By the time Sage and Colton climbed into their gondola, the best friends had settled down from Sage's arousing recollection babysitting his little brother. A wrestling match between Harper and his friends had lead to a steamy afternoon, and Sage's tale had left both their steam pipes under explosive pressure, with no release in sight. But the short wait in line cooled their engines. "Why isn't that Carter kid here for Harper's birthday?" Colton asked, referring to the loser of the wrestling competition. Sage hesitated to breach a confidence, and paused for a moment, as their gondola quickly rose in the air. "Um. I'm not supposed to know this. So, this is totally between us, OK?" Sage looked his friend in the eye, as they sat facing one another on opposite benches, and bit his lower lip. "Yeah. `Course," Colton replied, nodding. "Carter wets his bed. He doesn't do sleep-overs," Sage almost whispered, "and we're staying at the hotel, so..." "Poor kid," Colton said, shaking his head. "Yeah. But he's also not really one of Harper's best friends. So it's all good." "Not one your brother's best friends - just one who'll suck his dick?" Sage chuckled, and shrugged. "He lost fair and square." Colton smiled and nodded. "Been there. Done that," the surfer replied. The breeze died down, and he pulled his sweat shirt hood back, to shake out his long, shoulder-length blond hair. He gazed into the distance, at something far away in time and space. "I mostly stopped doing those kind of bets by 6th grade," Colton mused. "One time, strip poker got a little out-of-hand." Two years earlier, summer had put 5th grade in Colton's rear view mirror, and his friend Leif and he were hitting the waves early morning like clockwork. One Friday, they met up at Zeuss Beach, and the glassy Pacific was almost as flat as a lake. With no waves to shred, Colton suggested they go back to his place and make breakfast. Soon enough, the two 11-year-old beach rats were huddled under a blanket, eating cereal and watching TV. Colton loved the feeling of Leif's bare legs against his own, and after finishing his cereal, he cuddled around his friend. Back then, Colton's hair was shorter, reaching half-way down his neck. Leif, a brunette boy originally from London, had a similar cut, framing an adorable, almost girlish face. Though by then, Colton had figured out his attraction to other boys was a permanent feature, at the time, he figured that when Leif and he fooled around, it was just silly fun for his friend. Yet he also felt free to slide his fingers up Lief's thigh, and under the hem of the boy's baggy board shorts, making Lief giggle. Of course, when Colton reached the boy's genitals, Leif reflexively squealed. Colton shushed his friend. Though they could hear Colton's parents getting up for work, his older sister was still asleep. Quietly giggling, Leif had let Colton rub and roll his penis into hardness. At the same time, he reached behind, feeling under Colton's t-shirt, until he found Colton's waist. Sliding his fingers into Colton's board shorts, Leif found a solid stiffie awaiting his caresses. Idly watching cartoons, the boys gently tickled and rubbed one another. And yet before they found a rhythm for their mutual gratification, the early morning hour caught up with them, and they fell asleep with their fingers festooned with each other's junk. The boys barely stirred when Colton's then-14-year-old sister Ashlee crept in to shut off the TV, straightened the blanket on the snuggling pair, and closed the door behind her. In fact, they didn't wake up again until just before noon, when the phone rang. Colton grumbled and clambered to the side table to answer it. "Hey Rip van Winkle," Jens Vannerman voice carried over the line."Don't sleep away a beautiful day." "Papa..." Colton groaned. "Been awake for, like, hours," he mumbled. "Uh-huh," his father replied, not buying it. "Ashlee is doing her volunteer work. You have to get out of the house, too. No gaming. Go play footie, or shoot basketball hoops, or something." Colton snickered. "It's just `shoot hoops,' Pa." "Kan me niet schelen," Jens muttered. "Just go do something." After hanging up, Colton made sandwiches for Leif and himself. "Whatd'ya wanna do?" Colton asked, with a mouthful of PB&J. "Not sure. Pickup footie?" Leif replied. His slightly posh London accent barely disguised resignation, rather than excitement. Both boys played in soccer leagues year-round, and Colton would be going to soccer camp in a couple of weeks. Both boys wanted to break the monotony. After thinking for while, Colton suggested they swing by his cousin Cassie's place. Her family had a swimming pool. 20 minutes later, Colton and Leif pushed their bikes into Cassie McDonald's garage, then found the 11-year-old girl, her 13-year-old brother Noah, and a couple of friends, watching music videos, and playing Monopoly. "Hey dudes," Cassie sighed listlessly, flipping back her long, red hair. "Hey. Looks like a party," Colton replied sarcastically. Too young for jobs, too old for day care, young latch-key kids in the early 90s were like dry sponges, desperate to soak up something to do. Colton and Leif collapsed on the couch, absently watching the videos, while chatting with the other kids. Though Leif knew Cassie's best friend, Sandy, from 5th grade, he and Henderson, Noah's buddy from Scouts, were new acquaintances, and initially sized each other up warily. But in no time, they were bonded in ennui. California's June Gloom meant overcast skies, and chilly air, if a breeze kicked up. Consequently, nobody was really into hitting the pool, or really much of anything else. "Enough of this bullshit. Let's do something weird. Like...Strip Poker?" Cassie asked with a giggle, lightly enough it could be taken as a joke. A couple of the kids broke out laughing, while the others gave it some thought. "You're not...serious, are you?" Sandy asked. Lief shared her reluctance. Neither had been naked in front of the opposite sex (beyond immediate family). But the two older boys convinced them that "cool kids" played Strip Poker all the time, while Colton was almost indifferent. Not all were clear on how to play poker, or the hierarchy of hands, and Noah had to dig up a Hoyle's chart for everyone to reference for some practice rounds. Some 45 minutes and plenty of arguing later, Cassie had lost both shoes and a sock; Noah was down to his t-shirt and jeans, while Henderson was left in his shirt and baggie shorts; and Sandy was clad in her running shorts and training bra. Colton and Leif had continuously lost every hand, and were both down to their baggy board shorts. Though resigned to losing, Colton wasn't particularly concerned. Before immigrating from Holland, his family frequented naturist beaches, and continued to do so when visiting relatives. By contrast, Leif was squirming with trepidation, largely because the very thought of getting naked had engorged his young cock. Through the corner of his eye, Colton noticed the older boys making secret adjustment in their laps. With creepy shamelessness, Henderson was openly staring at the small bumps on Sandy's chest, concealed by a loose, flat bra, and she crossed her arms and looked away. By contrast, 13-year-old Noah only seemed to be studying the 11-year-old boys, which confirmed some suspicions Colton had about his cousin. Unsurprisingly, Cassie was checking out everyone. Lady Luck was on Colton's side on the next hand. Cassie lost another sock, and the two older boys lost their t-shirts. Sandy stood up to remove her running shorts. There was no way she was going to give that perv Henderson a boob show until it was totally necessary. To everyone but Cassie's surprise, Sandy wore a boy's pair of black Batman briefs. Lief had been reluctant to drop his board shorts, but Sandy's undies put him at ease. Unlike most Southern Californian surfers, he was one of the few boys who wore undies under his swim suit. But he was probably the only 11-year-old wave shredder still wearing Gummi Bear briefs. Henderson suppressed a giggle, and Cassie bit back her instinctive sarcasm. Though Leif quickly sat down, Colton was sure everyone had seen the cylindrical lump stretching up the front of his friend's colorful undies. Colton wore nothing under his board shorts, and so Leif and he were in the same precarious position, one hand away from baring it all, as Cassie dealt another hand. And though expecting to continue his losing streak, Colton was surprised to win, for the second time! Cassie had to lose her shirt, and Sandy had to reveal the pink nipples on her almost non-existent chest lumps. It was obvious why the older boys wriggled out their penultimate clothes without standing up. Henderson's striped boxers were buttressed upward like a circus big-top, and Colton caught a glimpse of the older boy's meat through the fly. Similarly, the front of Noah's bone-white briefs was quivering with cotton dome. Leif was left with nothing but the catcalls from the older boys, and gentle encouragement from the girls. "We've all seen `em before, dude," Cassie said. "Perhaps - just not mine," Leif grumbled, and reluctantly stood up. Maintaining the "stiff upper lip" his parents raised him with, and summoning the spirit of California casualness in which he'd been raised for half his life, Leif took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and pushed his briefs to his feet. Standing quickly, his hands naturally flew to his groin, but only long enough for the other kids to mock him. Blushing and shrugging, Leif spread his hands to his sides, unveiling 2½ inches of rigid, uncut boy pole, with a little pooch of extra skin flowering from the tip. It throbbed straight out from his lean, barren loins, much like a spring door stop. A small, ovoid lump of scrotum was fused to his body at the root. Leif had expected laughter, but instead, received cheers and whistles. "Nice boner, dude!" Cassie said. "Why does it have skin over the front?" Sandy asked, and Leif quietly explained that he wasn't circumcised, and skinned back the hood to show that his cherry pink head was like any American boy's. The other kids clapped and cheered. Leif giggled, and shook his slender hips, waving his little hardness to and fro, making the others laugh. Noah seemed entranced, and Colton caught his cousin squeezing his own groin. "Can I get dressed, now?" Leif asked. "You could," Cassie replied, then paused. "But you'd have to leave. You can't watch the rest of the game." Leif was torn. Maybe he'd get to see a pussy, or even better, one of the middle schooler's penises. As he'd later admit to Colton, he was really more interested in studying the older boys' equipment. Cassie interrupted Leif's internal deliberations. "You wanna stay in the game?" Leif squinted at her. "How? You want to play for money?" Cassie chuckled, climbed up and whispered in his ear. Leif's eyes went wide, and Cassie stood up with a grin. "You're not serious." "Totally, dude," she replied. "Or you can stay nude, and we could smack your thingey around." Leif sighed, rolled his eyes, and quietly said, "OK." "We'll be back in 10 minutes. Get some snacks." Knowing Cassie's addiction to agitating, the others laughed. Colton shrugged and got up to raid the kitchen. Uncomfortable with Henderson's leering, and not even wanting to know about the moist spot at the top of the boy's boxer tent, Sandy followed Colton to forage. By the time they returned with sodas and Cheetohs, Henderson and Noah had switched the TV input to the gaming console, and were running Mario, and their erections had fled. Just then, Cassie emerged dramatically. "Hey boys and girls - I want you to meet my new friend, Lisa!" Cassie announced. With downcast eyes, Leif shuffled in behind Cassie. He was wearing a white button down shirt, with the tails tied just below his ribs, to show off the slightly outie belly button in his slender abs. Inches of willowy torso curved inward on each side, then fanned out to skinny hipbones. His waist was bisected by a short denim skirt with unicorn, rainbow and heart patches, and rhinestone patterns. It was as embarrassingly childish as the white stockings covering Leif's legs, going up a couple of inches past his knees. They were things Cassie was outgrowing physically and emotionally, but they were the right size for the slightly built 11-year-old. The other boys whistled and laughed, and Leif eventually raised his blushing face with an embarrassed smile. The kids fell into silence, stunned by a girl they'd always thought a boy. Leif's long brunette hair had been brushed back, and held in place with a pink clip. His puffy little lips glistened with light pink lipstick; his sun-tanned cheeks were dusted very faintly with rouge; while his dark hazel eyes were framed by black mascara and eyeliner. "Fuck," Henderson muttered. "You're a total babe!" The others agreed. With his soft features, and repackaged in juvenile feminine finery, Lief was a sweet, beautiful young girl. "What're you wearing underneath, LISA?" Noah demanded, and giggled. Leif rolled his eyes, pulled up the hem of his skirt, and revealed snug panties, with bright cherries printed across the white cotton. The younger boy's erection had melted away, though the girl undies clung tightly around his soft package, revealing every contour. Leif quickly sat with his legs crossed, which tugged the skirt up almost to his crotch. "Uh, dude, when we sit in skirts, we're a little more modest," Sandy pointed out, then showed him a couple of ways to fold his legs. But Leif just shrugged, having none of it. "Who cares?" They'd already seen his goods. "So, what're the stakes now, Cassie?" Henderson asked. "LISA starts all over again, while we're almost naked?" "Nah. If she loses, she has to stay a girl for the rest of the day." "You cool with that, Leif?" Colton asked his friend, quietly. Leif shrugged and nodded. "Yes, I suppose," he replied, his reluctance all the more dramatic with his English accent. But as he'd admit later to Colton, though it was weird, he'd found it oddly thrilling. Likewise he couldn't help notice the effect he was having on the older boys. Besides, he really hoped to see everyone else in the raw. Cassie dealt out hands. The kids drew and discarded, and showed their cards. "Shit!" Colton muttered, after Henderson won. He got up to undo his board shorts, and let them fall to his ankles. "He's got dick skin, too!" Henderson snickered. The other kids studied Colton's soft, uncut inch worm, draped atop a smooth little half dome of scrotum. Noah's gaze was riveted to Colton's sex, and although they'd masturbated one another before, Colton was starting to understand his cousin's interest wasn't just idle horniness. Cassie pulled off her training bra, and revealing starter tits more akin to speed bumps than hills, on her rib-tight skin. Pink nipples competed for attention with the freckles scattered across the redhead's chest. Henderson studied with wide-eyed fascination, while Cassie's brother didn't bother looking. The siblings had seen each other naked enough that there was no mystery, and Cassie discretely watched her brother skinning off his tighty whities. But she definitely clocked the garland of newly emergent pubic strands at the base of Noah's rigid, circumcised head. She hadn't seen the 13-year-old naked in almost a year, and his reddish brown Big Boy Hair was a definite change, as well as the size of his erection. It looked like it had grown to 4 inches or so. Still, she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so she didn't stare. Unlike the others, Sandy embraced her fate, and got up to peel off her bat briefs slowly, teasingly, in the way she thought strippers danced. She knew Cassie always liked her getting undressed this way, and she found boys were no different. When the skater girl's undies were at her feet, she kicked them off with a giggle, and turned so everyone could gaze at her lean body. The 11-year-old's vulva was a like a fat, pale peach, divided by a pink slit. It was lightly frilled on both sides with silky, brunette pubes, and Leif and Colton were vaguely embarrassed that, unlike their schoolmate, they were still bald. Cassie smiled slyly at the now naked Noah and Colton. "Same deal, if you want to stay in the game, boys." "What about her?" Henderson said. "You want me to dress up like a boy?" Sandy asked him, with a laugh. "No worries, bro." "No...But winner gets to feel ya up?" Henderson asked, eagerly. The wet spot on his boxers had grown alarmingly to the size of a quarter. Sandy closed her eyes and considered it. "For 5-seconds," she finally replied, "and not one second more, creep." "I'm out," Noah said. "I'm not dressing up like a girl." "OK," Cassie replied. Always the boss, though, she ruled that he had to stay naked or leave, with his legs spread wide. If anyone wanted to play with his willy, he or she could. When no one took advantage of the opportunity, he seemed deeply disappointed. "Come on Colton," Cassie said, walking toward her room. "Coming with," Sandy said, quickly escaping the sausage party. The girls had a little too much fun dressing Colton, lingering on his boy bits while they got him in frilly pink panties. For reasons he couldn't explain, his cock swelled more from being encased in girl's underwear than from the finger's adjusting it. They'd played doctor a few times over the years, and masturbated each experimentally in the past. So he was less self-conscious of his rigid condition than his utter hairlessness, in contrast to the few hairs sprouting around Sandy's clam, something he hadn't seen in a while. "You can touch it, if you want," Sandy whispered, noticing Colton's gaze, while helping him into another old skirt Cassie was ready to trash. After all his past experimentation Colton knew pussies did nothing for him, but he politely complied, rubbing that little area the girls had shown him back in 4th grade. Sandy shivered, even though she wasn't interested in boys. But Colton was way hot, almost cute enough to interest her in normal situations, and right then, he could have passed for the sexiest member of her Brownies troop. Colton's brief caress moistened her lips, and she quietly moaned. If only Colton were really a girl. Maybe a girl named... "Courtney," Sandy said, with a grin. "Your new name is `Courtney.'" Colton grinned. "Sure, Sandy. Whatever," and closed his eyes, while the girls did his make-up. When they finished, he looked in the mirror, and then laughed. A little girl with broad shoulders, and long blond, carefully brushed and pulled into pig tails share his surprised smile. She had wet, ruby lips, her suntanned skin had a faint tone of pink blush, and her blue eyes were framed with long, dark lashes, eyeliner, and a touch of coral shadow. "Come on, Courtney," Cassie said, with a giggle, taking him by the hand. Sandy took his other hand, and the three girls returned to the living room. "Whoa!" Henderson gasped. "You'd be an even hotter girl than Leif - err `LISA,' Colt." "Uh-huh," Noah agreed, tossing his long red hair back, and looking at his cousin with sharpened interest. "We're dealing COURTNEY here in," Cassie said, returning to her spot on the carpet. Sandy and Colton / Courtney resumed their places, though the latter very specifically sat with his lean and hairless legs folded in a lady-like fashion, to conceal his panty-stretching hardness. Minutes later, Cassie showed the winning hand, and smirked. "Shit," Henderson muttered, and stood up. He'd never been naked in front of girls before. Though every night he put himself to sleep with his hand in his boxers, imagining plunging his cock into warm wet pussy, he was terrified to reveal his turgid adolescence to girls for real. The other kids taunted him, calling him a chicken, until finally Henderson stood up. Counting down in his head, "3, 2, 1," Henderson yanked down his underpants, and let his fat 6-inches bounce about. Taller than Noah, the 13-year-old was also much further developed, with a healthy brunette bush, and even a few hairs on his low hanging sack. Sandy was only clinically curious, while Noah was already familiar with Henderson's flesh from sharing a tent in Scouts over a couple of years. But the other kids were impressed, though a little alarmed by the clear drool dripping from his bullet-shaped, circumcised head. While Henderson didn't have the same upper body physiques Colton, Noah and Leif shared from surfing, he was lean from Little League. All in all, Colton thought he was kind of tasty, if a bit full of himself. "Seen enough?" Noah asked Cassie, already reaching for his clothes. "Yeah, you can put it away, dude," she said. Turning to Sandy, she discretely raised an eyebrow and suggested they go to her room to listen to some music. Colton knew Cassie was going to collect more than just the 5-second fingering Sandy had wagered. By the time the girls left, the 13-year olds had pulled on half their clothes. Henderson grinned at Colton and Leif. "You guys have to stay like that until you leave, ya know." "What if we leave now?" Colton asked, wryly. Henderson shook his head. "That'd be cheating." "What if we bet on another game - like Hard Racing?" Colton asked. "Me against you. If I win, we get to change." "What do we get if you lose?" "Umm...We'll beat you guys off?" Colton quietly suggested, looking over at Leif for agreement. "Hmmm," Henderson replied. "It'd have to be something better. Noah and I were gonna do that, anyway." Colton glanced at his cousin, blushing from his friend's admission. "Well, what then?" "If you lose, COURTNEY, you chicks have to blow us." Colton looked over Leif, who was barely suppressing a smile. Both boys had tried sucking each other's dicks a couple of times, but they didn't get why it was such a big deal.They were probably doing something wrong, and if Colton won, they'd find out what the mystery was all about. Also, Colton didn't like to lose. "Sweet," Colton replied, then turned to Leif, "Let's shoot some hoops after I flatten this dude." A half hour later, Colton was eating more than his words. While he was good at racing games (and he'd excel at Mario Kart in a couple of years), he'd been dusted by Henderson. Looking smug, Henderson dropped his shorts and boxers, flopped on the couch, spread his legs, and wagged his hardness at Colton. Noah dropped his jeans and landed next to Henderson, and winked at Leif, while rubbing his cotton strained hardness through his skimpy white briefs. "OK, girls," Henderson said, "time to play the skin pipes." Feigning reluctance, the two boy-girls took their time kneeling between the older boys' knees. While Colton grasped Henderson's 6-inches at the base, Leif helped Noah out of his undies, then held Noah's slender 4-inches with his fingertips along the stalk. Looking at each other one, and shrugging, Colton and Leif sealed their mouths midway down the older boys' shafts, and sucked on them like straws. The big boys sighed for a moment, then looked at each other, quizzically. The younger boys were were slurping hard, and it felt really good, but their mouths remained stationary. Their work pulled more blood into Henderson and Noah's painful rods, without offering any quick relief. "You're not doing it right, guys," Henderson grumbled, and glanced over at Noah. Colton pulled off of Henderson and asked what they were doing wrong. "Listen, if you swear you won't tell anyone, we'll show you how to do it right," Henderson said, warily. Colton nodded, with wide eyes. "Swear it, Vannerman. Swear you won't tell anyone." "I swear I won't tell a soul," Colton replied, and Lief repeated the same oath. The older boys swapped places with the swoon-to-be 6th graders. Henderson rubbed the insides of both of Colton's soccer-toned legs, loving the feeling of soft skin stretching over sinewy fibers. "You've got sweet legs, bitch," Henderson said to him, which had startled Colton. But there wasn't any malice in Henderson's voice, so he figured it was a way big boys played around. And the word was almost forgotten when Henderson slid his fingers up Colton's inner thighs, and back. Colton and his friends had never even heard of foreplay, and Henderson's leisurely journey towards his loins was driving Colton crazy. He was whimpering by the time Henderson slowly pulled the hem of Colton's short, pink skirt up over his tummy. Colton's rigid tool pulsated against his soft, pink panties, the only flaw in the illusion that Henderson was about to satisfy a beautiful blond girl. Henderson tickled the tip, then dragged his forefinger up and down the panty-pounding prong. The 10-year-old's breathing grew faster, and he just wanted Henderson to hurry up and rub his painfully hard dick. "Nice clit, Courtney. Looks like your pussy needs me," Henderson said, then peeled Colton's panties down by their lacy, fascia waist hem. He did it slowly, catching Colton's cock and making it snap against his smooth, slender loins. A moment later, his panties were hooks around one ankle, and Henderson cocked up the boy's widely spread knees, so Colton's heals rested against his slender ass. Just as Henderson resumed caressing Colton's legs, all the way to the clefts on either side of his scrotum, Colton heard Leif groan, breaking his attention. Noah was laying back on the couch, lengthwise, with head almost touching Colton's thigh. Leif's knees rested on either side of the older boy's chest, while he held the hem of his short denim skirt up. Noah was licking up and down the 2-inch pole tenting the boy's skimpy, cherry-printed white panties, and Leif was trembling. Noah stopped for a moment to put the cotton-crowned knob between his lips, while tickling Leif's testicular bump with a fingertip, and the younger boy groaned again. That's when Colton started to understand the vulnerability and arousing sensuality of a guy in girl's undies, and that make-up could accentuate a boy's beauty. It was a revelation none of the other macho surf rats at Zeus Beach would ever suspect, much less respect. Hot breath on his rigid prong jerked Colton's attention back to his own loins. The 13-year-old delicately peeled back his hood, exposing Colton's dark pink cherry. Without any warning, Henderson's tongue rake under his knob, then twirl around it, making Colton gasp. Henderson kept licking it like a Tootsie pop, then sucked on it for long moments, while lightly stroking Colton's tiny length with a thumb and index finger. Henderson's touch was so light, it tickled, without the sparkles of friction Colton desperately desired. He whimpered and started to shake from the teasing. Henderson flicked his tongue up and down Colton's 1½-inch shaft for a few moments, then pursed his lips around the smooth and tight little half-sphere at the base. Sucking and licking on Colton's tiny testicles, Henderson pulled surprised gasps out of a boy who'd never thought his sack could be filled with tickling fire. But when Henderson stroked his organ at the same time, rubbing him firmly from bow to stern, Colton's pierced the air with a loud cry. And just when he thought nothing could ever feel so good, Henderson licked his length some more, first along the underside, then the top side, making sure to skin Colton's helmet, and swab the super sensitive upper deck. Colton's hips had started to bounce on their own, and he was losing himself in the starbursts of tingles in his inflamed little member. Without warning, his quivering boyhood was engulfed in sloshing warmth, while the soft-yet-firm sponginess of Henderson's tongue scrubbed underneath. Henderson's whole head moved back and forth along the minuscule distance from tip to root, masturbating Colton with his mouth, and his checks rhythmically sucked on Colton's tender flesh. In less than a minute, itchy fire flared from his nuts to his nozzle, and galaxies exploded behind his tightly clenched eyelids. Someone was screaming, and a second later, Colton knew it was he. Finally, the dry, plasmatic pleasure pulses died away, and it took Colton a moment to remember where he was. As he caught his breath, Colton grew aware of the other boys grinning at him. Henderson chuckled climbed up to sit on the sofa's arm. "That's how you give a B.J., dude." Leif must have climaxed as well, because he now knelt between Noah's legs, with his skirt in place, looking like a dazed, but beautiful little girl. Noah was still lying length wise on the couch, but now with one foot on the floor, and one knee hooked over the back. Henderson leaned down and whispered, "You're fucking hot, Courtney. You're one sexy bitch." Then, he caressed Colton's face, and leaned in for a kiss that initially startled the younger boy. While Henderson's lips caressed Colton's, his hand had feathered on the firm bare abs exposed by Colton's midriff top. Soon enough, Henderson's finger tips played with Colton's nipples, tweaking them into hardness. Colton couldn't remember how long they'd kissed back then, while Henderson pretended he was kissing a girl named Courtney. But as Colton recounted that summer afternoon two years before, Sage was enthralled, tempted to leap across the gondola and savage the surfer, despite the crowds below, and Disney's ever-present surveillance. "Was that your first kiss?" Sage asked. Colton chuckled. "Fuck no, dude. And not really great, either. He was totally surprised when I gave him some tongue...But that blow job," Colton mused. "That was so fucking rad." He'd never before appreciated how much pleasure a mouth could bring. "So then you sucked Henderson?" "Oh, yeah, and it lasted a lot longer," Colton replied. Henderson had coached him through every move, from sucking and kissing and licking his knob, to sucking on his balls. He'd kissed up and down the boy's fat and veiny six inches, then licked it like a lollypop. Henderson taught him how to lick and suck a boy's knob, while stroking it lightly, and playing with his nuts. When Henderson told Colton to slide more of him into his mouth, he'd almost reached the boy's bushy base when he gagged, and pulled away quickly. Coughing, he'd almost puked, and Henderson warned him to be careful. Over the next 20 minutes, he learned how to move his head and undulate his tongue, speeding up and slowing down, bringing Henderson close to the edge then stopping, at the older boy's insistence. Henderson wanted his first almost-girl BJ to last. When Colton's jaw grew sore, he slowly stroked the boy's saliva-dripping tool with a couple of finger tips. He was a quick learner, though, surprising Henderson with instinctive innovation. The older boy had fellated Colton quickly and transactionally, teaching the younger boy how he wanted to be pleasured. It never registered with the young teen that Colton never complained about how much time he was spending on him, not even considering that Colton may have enjoying every succulent moment. In fact, Henderson would have been shocked to learn he was the only completely straight boy in the room. Just before he came, Henderson gave Colton fair warning, and the younger boy pulled off and jacked Henderson's cock in a violent blur, filling the room with moist, squelching sounds. When Henderson's cock burst, raining milky sap all over his chest, belly and thighs, the other boys cheered. After wiping the jizz from his hand onto Henderson's thigh, Colton discretely sniffed, then tasted the remnants on his skin. It had been a little salty, and a little sweet. He knew then and there he'd swallow the next load that came his way. "And that was it? You got changed and went home?" "Oh hell no, Sage. We had to stay dressed up," Colton replied, then added with a chuckle, "`cause there was another bet." Publicly, people saw him as a macho beach boy; a fearless rider of double overheads, and a soccer player fearless of diving for headers, regardless of other boys doing the same. And here was the same wave-shredding, skateboard-scab-legged boy clumsily fixing Leif's and his own lipstick in Cassie's bedroom, before another round of Hard Racing. As he walked behind Leif back to the living room, Colton reached under the boy's skirt, and squeezed his tightly panty-bound bottom. Leif giggled and smiled back at him, enjoying the afternoon's delights every bit as much as Colton. The second time around, Leif had raced Noah, and though the younger boy appeared upset to lose, Colton found out later it had been deliberate. He really liked their submissive roles, and wanted more practice sucking big boy dick. In fact, it wasn't just idle horniness that he shared with Colton, but a clarifying commitment to cock. But though Leif and Colton expected to service the teens again, after a whispered huddle, Henderson and Noah had demanded the "girls" put on a "lesbo show." Sitting side by side on the couch, the "girls" leaned in for slow and gentle kisses, while caressing each other's thighs and hips. "Yeah, that's it, bitches," Henderson cheered. "Get each other good and hot." They needed little encouragement, and the 11-year-old's fingers slid under each other's dresses, tickling and teasing their re-engorged loins through their tightly bound wrappers. To the older teens, it looked every bit like little girls making out fiercely, while fingering each other's cunts under their skirts. But in reality, as their tongues danced together, the boys were stroking each other's painfully hard, immature erections in a slow, but deliberate pace. The older boy's had started to lightly stroke themselves, and demanded to see more from the "girls." "Eat pussy, you little sluts," Henderson had said, and had Colton lie down on the rug, with Leif straddled over him. The day had been full of new adventures, including the younger boys' first "69." Lying on either side of the "girls," the teen boys directed the live porn. "Rub Courtney's pussy" and "Kiss Lisa's cunt." The older boys - or at least Henderson - could suspend disbelief and pretend young hotties were rubbing and kissing each other's vulvas through their panties. But Colton didn't pretend for a moment that his friend was anything but a very sexy boy. Never before had a boy's cloth-stretching erection looked so tantalizing to Colton. Seeing his surf buddy's loins shrink-wrapped like bulging cherry candy in girl's undies was irrepressibly arousing. And as he found out later, Lief's desire mirrored his own, longing to play with a hot dude looking alluringly feminine. Soon, the 10-year-olds needed little direction, sucking each other's pantie-bound bones, while caressing softly covered buns. Their faces buried in one another's saliva-soaked crotches, sucking and licking throbbing meat through frilly filters. Leif pulled down Colton's waistband, below the boy's ovoid scrotum, molded to the base of his root, and gently tickled the solid little marbles tightly confined within. Colton followed suit, tickling Leif's nuts, and kissing their tiny purse. Leif's sack had been so warm and tight, and Colton spent some time rolling his friend's little nuts across his tongue. Then he moaned, feeling Leif sucking on his balls, and he followed suit. Colton delicately traced a vein from the tip of Leif's foreskin, down to its capillary tributaries on his ball sack, and back, with kisses and tender licks. Just then, Colton felt Leif skinning his knob, and dragging his tongue around his ever-so-tender head, making him moan. In return, Colton attacked Leif's little helmet with his lips, pushing back the hood and sucking on the darkening gem within. "Uuuuuh!" Leif groaned, squeezing Colton's slender buns through his panties. Copying one another, the boys kissed and sucked and licked each other's tiny glans. Before long, their mouths moved up and back, sucking and tongue-scrubbing each other. Colton whimpered through the slurping friction he swirled around Lief, trying to will on his own looming climax by working his friend harder, faster. Instinctively, he tickled and rolled Leif's little balls with his fingers, and he could feel their little purse tightening. Then, Colton felt a rippling in Leifs groin muscles, and the boy squeaked. His little love limb licked Colton's mouth, and the sensation was so enthralling, it pushed Colton over the edge. Colton remembered how his eyes had clamped shut, and he shook, as hot, itchy tickles vomited drily from his little prong. But he couldn't recall if Leif's mouth had remained surrounding him. All he remembered was the explosive waves radiating from his ass to his tummy. The next thing he could be sure of was that Leif had collapsed onto Colton, with his panty-covered ass just below Colton's chin. And thought he didn't tell Sage, he still thought the sight of those slender buttocks looked like scoops of the most delicious he'd ever seen. "I guess that's why you're so good at sucking dick" Sage mused. "Nah. That took a lot of practice," Colton replied, with a grin. "And some tips from an exchange student living next door. But that's another story." Sage giggled and pressed his foot against Colton's engorged member, and Colton returned his the gesture, while staring deeply into Sage's eyes. "Anyway, I guess our `Lesbo Show' worked its magic," Colton said. "As soon as we got off, we had to do Noah and Henderson, again." The gondola was about to arrive at the Tomorrowland station, and both boys had to readjust and conceal the diamond hard poles pounding in their jeans, before getting out. As they walked toward the Autopia attraction, Colton quietly wrapped up his tale of boy lust. He and Leif had changed, and washed off their make-up, before meeting up with friends at the rec center to play some ball. But they'd left their panties in place, under their board shorts, secretly aroused by the danger of discovery. During a sleepover that night, they'd embarked on their rigorous study of fellatio, a journey they none of their peers at Zeus beach would ever suspect. "So what happened to Leif?" Sage asked. "His dad got a new job, and they moved back to London," Colton replied, wistfully. "Damn. Now I"m really fucking horny!" Colton added in a whisper. Sage giggled, and nodded. "Me, too." Unfortunately, they'd both heard about kids thrown in Mouse Jail for drinking or smoking weed, and straight friends had been admonished by security for making out in supposedly deserted corners. Disneyland was a surveillance state rivaling Singapore, and the boys tamped down their frustration until well after the nightly fireworks show, when the Arsenaults and their guests were at the hotel. Regardless of Harper's birthday, it was bed time for Sage's little brother and his three friends, after a long day of Disney, dinner and birthday cake. While the 10-year-olds brushed their teeth, and got ready for bed, Sage slyly suggested to Colton that they ought to visit the rooftop hot tub. "Good thing you said we should bring swim trunks," Colton said, peeling off his clothes. "Force of habit," Sage replied. As a competitive swimmer, he always brought at least a speedo to get in a workout, if possible. Moments later, the boys were on their way up to the roof deck. Nobody was using the the pool, nor the hot tub, and the boys eased into hot, bubbling boy broth. "This is sweet, dude," Colton sighed, looking up at the light-polluted sky. Three or four stars and the moon glowed down at them. "You're sweet," Sage whispered, turning his head, and leaning in for a long-delayed, and very tender kiss. Floating in the muscle melting bubbles, the boys slithered with serpentine grace. Their slick, wet flesh slid together, while they caressed firm muscles, and softer, rubbery skin. Colton spread his legs widely, and pulled Sage in between, never losing the electric seal between their lips. With Sage's slender torso pressing down onto him, Colton locked his calves behind his best friends firm, round buttocks, and pulled their groins together. Hard. So very hard. Their needful pubescent poles pressed together with raging, aching need, separated by the unyielding canvass of their board shorts. As their tongues played, and their heads rotated, and their mouths swirled with mounting passion, Sage and Colton's loins began to grind together. Their little love guns, teased with the tantalizing need for fiery pleasure from a day of wicked talk and delicate touch, were desperate for release. Their cocks rebelled and seized control of the boys' bodies, demanding faster, harder plowing. Their pumping bodies sent rhythmic waves crashing out of the hot tub, onto the deck. Sage groaned and pulled his mouth away from Colton's, pressing his face against the other boy's. Holding Colton in a furious embrace, he thrust faster into his friend's groin, forcing steady, itchy fire through both their cocks. "Oooooh, baby...Almost...!" Colton sighed in Sage's ear, pumping harder, grinding dick-to-dick, feeling his loins tightening. But just as the boys neared the precipices, a group of loud and laughing adults spilled out of the glass doors leading from the locker rooms. "Fuck," Colton muttered, pulling quickly away. "Dammit," Sage grunted. Lying side by side in the bubbling spa, they waved half-hearted greetings at the adults. The grownups seemed drunk, and at first didn't notice the boys, as they set out towels and drinks. "Let's get out of here, dude," Colton suggested. Sage nodded. But with four inches of pounding need pushing out the front of his board shorts, it was a better idea to cool off in the pool, first. With their backs to the adults, Sage and Colton practically ran into the pool, and floated in the deep end, until their angry penises regained their calm, flaccid composure. Finally able to hit the elevator with some degree of dignity, and a lot of towel around their waists, the pair wrapped their arms around one another for their descent. "You think they'll be asleep?" Colton asked, referring to the 10-year-olds with whom they were sharing a hotel room. "If they aren't, let's hit the shower together." The room they shared with the four younger kids flickered with TV light. The low volume barely competed with the slow, rhythmic breathing of deeply slumbering boys. They were tangled together in a single clump in one of the two queen-sized beds, while a made-up cot stood unused across the room. Sage and Colton shut off the TV, crept quietly into the bathroom, and took turns brushing their teeth and peeing. Sage pulled on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of skimpy briefs, while Colton dressed in a t-shirt, and a pair of plaid, flannel boxers. Though short cut, they billowed around his sinewy thighs, enhancing his long, slender, yet muscular legs. "Haven't seen you in boxers in a while," Sage quietly mused. Due to peer pressure, Colton usually wore boxers to school, but he liked to put on something more alluring for his best friend. Not that Sage really cared; he just wanted Colton naked. "They're really comfy when you're just hanging around," Colton whispered, with a shrug. Then he gently he cupped the front of Sage's snug undies, and said, "Definitely not as sexy as you, Snow White." Sage giggled, and at the same time, his loins surged in Colton's light grasp. "You just woke up Sleepy." Colton grinned, "You want to check on Bashful?" "That thing is never Bashful," Sage chuckled. "It's Naughty." As Sage slid his fingers over the soft flannel, he found Naughty already poking out of this fly, and gently caressed its uncut head. The boys kissed tenderly, while delicately playing with one another's rigid tools. Remembering something Colton had mentioned earlier, Sage pulled his lips to his friend's ear. "So what's the big surprise you have for me?" "Oh shit," Colton chuckled. "Check it out." Delicately removing Sage's fingers from his pounding member, Colton pulled his waistband down below his nuts, and pointed toward a fold of skin, where his throbbing penis met his smooth pubic mound. "Look. I got hairs!" Sage couldn't see them at first, so he crouched down for a better view. Sure enough, at the 10 o'clock position around Colton's rock-hard sundial were a couple of straight and silky, dark blond strands. "Sweet!" Sage whispered, caressing the soft hair, then kissed Colton's knob through its uncut covering, before standing up to hug his friend. "Mazel Tov, Colton Vannerman," Sage whispered with mock formality. "Today, you're a man." His fingers slid back down to clutch Colton's blood-engorged pubescence, stroking him a little more firmly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Dammit. This is getting old," Colton said. Cracking open the door, Danny whispered groggily, "Hey, I gotta wizz." "It's cool, dude," Sage whispered. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, the younger boy didn't register the erections the older boy's concealed with their hands, while they passed him in the doorway. After closing the bathroom door, Sage and Colton quietly crept into their bed, and lay face-to-face under the covers. Slowly caressing each other's torsos, hip, and thighs, they quietly kissed, waiting for Danny to climb back into the other bed and fall back asleep. Taking his time, Colton teasingly ran his finger back and forth under Sage's tight leg elastics, admiring the binding tension of cloth against soft skin. Caressing into the wide leg opening in Colton's soft boxers, Sage quickly found Colton's cock at eager attention. Boxers sure gave him easier admittance. Sage fluttered his fingers all over Colton's hardness, and his tightening sack, while his lips met Colton's for gentle kisses. Colton slid his fingers to the front of Sage's snug and skimpy briefs, and the brunette scissored his legs apart to give his friend access. Cupping Sage's steamy balls with his his fingertips, Colton rubbed his palm along the length of Sage's surging tent-pole. The boys' tongues twirled and undulated like minty eels, and as they teased one another, their breathing grew deeper. But they were quiet. So fucking quiet. While the room quietly resonated with the slow, dreamy rhythms of snoozing 10-year-olds, the two 13-year-olds only added the slight notes of ruffling fabric, and little moans stifled by moist lips. Colton's 2½ inch prong quivered outside the leg opening of his boxers, pulling his smooth, round and utterly hairless scrotum with every one of Sage's gentle caresses. Colton was now firmly polishing Sage's quaking hardness through his briefs, with a thumb and two fingertips, and the cloth and fly seams added much more friction than Colton's slow and steady strokes ever could. Sage gripped his friend with fingers on 3-sides. Echoing Colton's slow and quiet masturbating cadence, Sage pushed down until Colton's knob kissed his palm, and this fingertips pressed into Colton's smooth base, then pulled back toward the tip. Rolling and unrolling the surfer's foreskin with each stroke, Sage multiplied the fierce, itchy tickles in Colton' diminutive shaft with fire in Colton's tender head. Colton strangled a groan, and rubbed Sage faster through his briefs, wishing he could see the rigid steel stretching the boy's sexy little undies. Sage's lips left Colton's and quietly huffed, "Faster, dude! Please!" Colton whispered back, "Let's cum together, babe!" He stopped rubbing Sage, and gently cupped him with his whole hand. Warm, fleshy steel beat against palm, and its skimpy straight jacket was damp with syrup. Sage quietly groaned with frustration, but he was equally annoyed with his own hair trigger. Pushing and pulling on Colton's now perspiration and pre-cum dampened boyhood, he marveled at the soft, velvety skin, stretching over warm, pulsating need. Jeez, he loved the feeling of Colton's bone, and he relished the contours sliding under his fingers. Picking up his pace, Sage could hear the faintly slick cadence of squishy friction, and a delicious musky fragrance seeped out from the bed covers. With his eyes closed, Colton rested his face on Sage's, breathing heavily, and whispering the occasional encouragement. "Oh yeah...dude...ohhhhh." Sage reached out with his spare hand, and palmed Colton's smooth, sticky scrotum. Maybe it was the fresh revelation of Colton's first pubes, but Sage thought his friend's balls felt bigger. Still rubbing Colton's nuts with his palm, Sage drove his saliva-moistened middle finger into Colton's cavernous boxes, then into the boy's firm cleft. Breathing a little faster, Colton cocked up a knee, to give Sage easier entrance, and Sage twirled his finger around his friend's hot tub loosened ring. "Uuuuuuh..." Colton quietly sighed into Sage's ear and kissed the lobe. At the same time, Sage's hips gently rocked, rhythmically grinding his brief-bound bone into Colton's hip Rubbing Colton's tightening sack with his palm, Sage pierced Colton's anus, making the boy shudder. At the same time, he pushed and pulled on Colton's aching, moistening hardness with a firmer grip in his other hand, and a faster stroke. After just a few moments of Sage's fingering across his prostate, Colton felt ribbons of muscles pulling from his ass to his testicles. "Uhhh...uhhhh....Almost...there..."Colton quietly huffed. Fortunately, he had the presence mind to reach into Sage's skin-tight briefs, and grip the boy's four circumcised inches with a full grip. "Let's...do it...together," Colton huffed, quickly pounding Sage's shaft. The bare, sensitive knob rubbed in and out of Colton's fist, the tender, oozing tissue raking back and forth between Colton's thumb and circled forefinger. Inadvertently, the sensitive tip dragged across his tight briefs with every downstroke. "Yaaauuuuuuh...:Sage quietly gasped. Colton beat Sage's meat furiously, ruffling the material of the boy's undies and the bedding. "Here...it...cooooomes!" Sage quietly moaned, then silenced himself by sucking on Colton's throat. "Meeeuuuuuuh...Too!" At almost the same time, Sage's cock throttled in Colton's fingers, his hormonal dam bursting, and a jet of thin boy juice squirted into his briefs and spilled over Colton's fist. The surfer was vaguely aware of the pulsations in his hand, but with his own nuts contracting, he was lost in the titanic eruption in his own loins. The boys humped into each other's hands, pleasure bursting again and again, long after their meager loads were spent, united in a savage tied of ecstasy and love. Slowly, their convulsions subsided, and their cocks softened in one another's tender grip. As he caught his breath, Sage felt his palm coated with more ejaculate than the last time he'd been with Colton, a couple of weeks before. It wasn't more than a few beads, but felt a little more substantial, when he licked his palm clean. Colton pulled his fingers out of Sage's gooey undies, and relished the sweet-saltiness he slurped off his fingers. "Come here, big boy," Sage whispered, brushing back Colton's shoulder length golden mane, and pulled the surfer in for another long and lingering kiss. Their tongues played gently, while they slowly caressed each other's t-shirt wrapped torsos. Eventually, they lay gazing into one another's eyes, twinkling in the dim light, while their bodies entwined with the deep contentment of two boys joined at the heart. Colton rested his head on Sage's chest, and the brunette kissed his forehead, a binding spell to bring on sleep in the Magic Kingdom. ========================== To be continued...