Date: Thu, 19 May 2022 00:31:01 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 16 Middle schoolers Sage and Colton return to Santa Catalina Island, with passions deeper than the Pacific. Thanks to reader Qwerty for a great idea. If you like this work of utter fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = "Shit!," Colton Vannerman yelled, as he tumbled into the shallow gully adjacent to the meager foot-trail he and Sage Arsenault had been climbing down. While Colton bounced and slid, Sage teetered and stumbled, swinging the heavy old long surf board to and fro by the tail end he'd been carrying. Colton's father, Jens set down his own board and scrambled after his son. Unlike the two 13-year-olds, the tall Dutchman didn't need another person to help him with his vintage, 50-pound balsa-and-resin surfboard. By the time Jens reached Colton, Sage had the nose-end of his board resting on the trail. "You OK, Colt?" Sage called. Colton grunted. "Yeah, I guess." Jens checked his son out for broken bones, and made sure Colton hadn't hit his head, before pulling him to his feet. The boy's full wet suit and booties had protected him from scrapes, but not from the impact of rocks against his muscles, and he'd be pretty bruised by nightfall. Jens brushed sedimentary dust from his son's shoulder-length, golden hair, then had Colton lead the way back up. While following his son, Jens did a double take at Colton's backside, and squashed a chuckle. Yet when Colton bent to pick up the nose end of the 12-foot longboard Sage and he were carrying, Jens couldn't help laughing. "What?" Colton asked, rising back up with his end of the surfboard in hand, while turning his back to Sage. As he did, Sage saw that the middle seam of his best friend's black, skin-tight wet suit was split along Colton's crevice, and he started giggling at the three-inch aperture, filled with creamy boy behind. "WHAT??!" Colton demanded, frustrated at the laughing idiots. Sage tried to tell him, but couldn't stop cackling. Stifling his mirth, Jens explained to Colton his wardrobe malfunction. Colton cringed and blushed, but not because his ass was on display. No, the Vannermans regularly hit naturist beaches, when visiting family in Holland, and he'd have had no problem stripping his wetsuit off, entirely, if the water around Catalina Island were warm in April (and American sensibilities not so prudish). But there was just something so embarrassing about that kind of rip. It wouldn't have mattered if he and Sage wore anything under their wet suits. It was putting a spotlight on his ass. "Gadverdamme!" Colton muttered, vainly gawking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse. "No worries, mijn zoon," Jens replied, bending down to hoist his own 12-foot board. "We have seam glue at the house." The threesome continued down the steep incline to the shore, without further incident. Nonetheless, Sage had to bite his tongue, fighting back the giggles the entire way. With every step, Colton's rip irised open, and the little crescent moon shifted left and right. At the same time, the sight started arouse Sage, and he had to look away from the teasing treasure trove. The boys and Jens set their boards in 3 feet of gently lapping water, and the 13-year-olds held them in place, while Jens grabbed gear he'd stashed in the cove shore an hour earlier. Sage chuckled and shook his head. "So this fishing tournament is for real?" Sage asked Colton, still in disbelief about the reason for their Spring trip back to Catalina Island, 30 miles off shore from Los Angeles. Colton grinned. "Yeah, dude. It's totally ridonculous." Over 2 previous years, Jens had organized a fishing tournament every April, and the number of contestants was up to a whopping 8. The rules were as simple as they were absurd. Each competitor was required to carry a cooler, and be seated on a folding beach chair, while fishing on a surfboard. Naturally, the only suitable platforms were old school longboards, from the early 60s, which had the stability for 30-something men drinking in chairs. Fortunately, in the early 90s, vintage surfboards hadn't become the latest collecting fetish. The house the Vannermans rented had some old logs racked for decoration, and Jens picked up a few more at dusty thrift shops. 10 years later, those boards would be worth a lot of money, but right then, they were cheap, comedic boats for old butts. With his gear on the front of his board, Jens paddled south, and the boys followed. Colton was the bowman on their shared board, with Sage in the stern, his head between his best friend's spread calves. Though their paddling was synchronized, their thoughts were not, and Sage was mesmerized by the ovoid of creamy flesh teasing him through Colton's split neoprene. It was funny, and sexy, and he giggled, while he hardened furiously. "Stop it!" Colton said, over his shoulder. He was somewhere between amused and annoyed. "Sorry, dude." Because the Pacific had calmed by late afternoon, it was an easy quarter mile paddle to a reef where the other contestants were floating. Seven men, sitting on folding chairs on longboards, clapped as Jens and the boys approached. "Sorry for the delay, gentlemen," Jens yelled out. "Welcome to the 1993 Surf Anglers' Extravaganza. Cast your lines, and may they all be tight." The other men (half of whom were Dutch transplants to Southern California), hoisted beers, while Colton swam over to his father, and retrieved a 35MM camera in a water-proof housing. The sun was low over the Pacific. Though still hours from sunset, the light was dramatic, and Colton swam around taking shots of the men, fishing poles in one hand, beers in the other. Diving down, he took a few of the group from below, with the sun silhouetting the small cluster of boards. But he kept it quick, because his movement startled the corbina and yellowfin. Also, without dive weights, he had to fight his wet suit's buoyancy. Colton returned the camera to Jens, then joined Sage on their board. Sitting with folded legs, the boys watched the men bobbing about, quietly bantering, and occasionally reeling in garbage fish they'd unhook and toss back. 15 minutes in, the thrill wore off for Sage and Colton. "Um, you wanna jet?" Colton asked his best friend. "Yeah, if your dad won't get bummed," Sage quietly replied, and Colton merely chuckled. "Yo! Daddio Grande!" Colton called out to his father. "We're gonna hit it." Jens shook his head with mock dismay, and muttered something in Dutch. "Go ahead and turn your backs on a refined sport, philistines," Jens called back. "See you at dinner." Resuming their positions, Colton lay forward, and Sage lay aft, with his head between the blond boy's spread legs. The middle schoolers paddled with synchronized left-and-right strokes. White flesh winked at Sage from the rip in Colton's wet suit, taunting him once again, and he giggled. "Ha ha, very funny" Colton called over his shoulder, then caught Sage's amused awe. "Shit. The hole's bigger, isn't it?" Sage stifled another round of giggles and merely nodded, and Colton sighed. While Colton kept paddling, Sage wormed forward on his belly. By the time the boys travelled around a point, out of sight of the fishermen, Sage was inches from the pale clam shining out from Colton's wetsuit ruins. Barely containing his mischievous amusement, Sage darted his lips into the folds of neoprene, and kissed Colton's fleshy divide. The long-haired blond squealed in surprise, and his lower legs kicked up. "Keep paddling. I'm just inspecting the damage" Sage called out, then buried his face in his favorite crevice. With his eyes closed, Sage buried his nose and lips into the ocean-wet warmth of Colton's fleshy valley. An intoxicating fresh sea fragrance filled his head, while firm, slender pillows of muscles anchored his face in place. "Mmmm," Sage murmured, with a connoisseur's anticipation of his favorite cuisine. His tongue slithered, like a moray eel into a grotto, and Sage flicked up and down the length of Colton's cleft. Yet the boy's wetsuit compressed Colton's buns together too tightly for Sage to reach the trench floor. Sage grasped each of Colton's rubber-coated buttocks with both hands, and pulled them apart. A tearing sound split the air, as the wet-suit butt seam divided further. Yet neither boy cared, at that point. Colton asked Sage to loosen his grip on his tenderized butt cheeks, and then lost himself to Sage's feeding frenzy. He could barely focus on paddling into shore. Sage ran his tongue up and down Colton's warm, inviting culvert, his nose a dividing prow going up, and and a scoop collecting butt-warmed brine on the way back. Colton squirmed and pressed his ass upward, needing the tingly touch of Sage's tongue on his tangy tush. Sage's rigid 4.5-inch prong, unconfined by anything under his wetsuit, throbbed painfully downward, toward his thigh, and he had to take a moment to readjust it. Sealed tightly upward against his pubescent groin, Sage pushed it against the long-board, but only for a moment. The 13-year-old had a hair-trigger, and it wouldn't take much to cream his O'Neil. Instead, he burrowed into Colton's rubbery crevice, relishing the growing heat against his face. With eager focus, Sage snaked his tongue around and around the Colton's tight little starfish. Every time he lingered on Colton's tight little delicacy was like the first time he'd eaten the boy's ass: a steaming buffet. But now, it was even more delicious, tasting of the surging Pacific. Whenever they planned time together, both boys were fastidious about their treasure tunnels, and one would never guess that their bowels accommodated anything other than tongues, fingers, and pounding erections. Reaching between Colton's spread legs, and under the boy's groin, Sage found Colton's 2.5-inch keel throbbing into his hand. The contours were camouflaged by 3 mm of neoprene, but not the desire. It was diamond hard in Sage's hand, and he gripped it like a vice, making Colton moan, and temporarily flail his arms. Slowly rubbing back and forth between the diminutive, rubber stretching boyhood in his fingers, and the wax-coated board beneath, Sage scraped his knuckles, so he lifted Colton's ass up a couple inches with his other hand. The briny wonder hole on which he dined was widening, ever so slowly, and Colton's paddling grew uncoordinated. Both boys moaned arrhythmically, and their breathing grew ragged. The slow-grinding, industrial friction on Colton's cock, coupled with the moist excavation into his ass was dangerously pyrokinetic on his loins. The bursts flared from his groin to abdomen, and he paddled furiously into the cove, focusing on a goal that could keep his climax at bay. Sage's mouth parted Colton's clenching anal lips and dove further in, rotating his head, kissing and sucking his friend's tender tunnel. Colton gasped and pressed his loins into Sage's grip, willing his friend to rub him faster. "Duuuuude!" Colton groaned, as he paddled into the waist-high shallows. "Fuuuh- Fuck me! Put your dick in my ass!" Clumsily scuffling, Sage splashed off the board, and was ready to help carry it onshore, but Colton simply slipped off sideways, bisecting the Hobey in the middle. With his feet planted in sand, and his chest resting crosswise on the long-board, Colton pushed his ass invitingly outward, barely submerged in the gently lapping waves. While Colton rocked a little side to side on the long board, his rosebud puckered tightly from the cold water drowning it once again. Sage stood right behind, glad both Colton and he wore neoprene booties in the chilly water, and reached inside his friend's rear portal with one hand. Very briefly, Sage caressed the merging fold of both cheeks. He loved Colton's firm globes so much, and ordinarily, he'd spend a lot of time lingering over each. But right then, he needed to be inside Colton. First, he had to reopen the the magic gateway. Slowly, he traced circles around his friend's clenching ring, with an index finger, while Colton pushed. "Mmmmm...Yeah, baby," Colton purred over his shoulder. "Oh...just...like...THAT!" Sage's finger pierced into Colton, and dove, like undersea spelunker, exploring dark and watery depths. Colton's anus rolled tightly down his digit, as Sage pressed further into the depths. Colton bowels were so warm around Sage's chilled finger, and pulling it gently back and forth through the crimping ring drew warm sighs out of both boys. Sage added a second finger. "Oooooh...yeeess!" Colton hissed, while Sage plunged in and out out, loosening the boy's mud flaps with metronomic drilling. Colton reached down to rub his own padded flesh in time with Sage's plunging impalement. Sage plunged in one final time, and played with Colton's button with both fingers, like a guitar. "Gaaaaah!" Colton groaned. "Just fuck me, dude!" Sage's cock pounded, stretching its neoprene straight jacket in vain. It was a maddened prisoner in a padded cell, taunted by Elysian delights just inches away. Feverishly, Sage reached up behind his back, and pulled down the spine-length zipper. Frantically wriggling his arms and shoulders out of the wetsuit, he let the upper half flop around his hips. Sage was so furiously hard, the shockingly cold water had little effect on his needful erection, while it swept to and fro in the ocean surge like seaweed. But his scrotum contracted into a single, smooth little plum, and retreated halfway into his body. Guiding his prong by the base with one hand, Sage pulled Colton's left buttock to one side with his other hand. At the same time, Colton reached back to spread his other cheek, stretching his loosened opening further, but ripping his wetsuit all the way to his lower back. Colton's rust-shaded rose bud glistened invitingly, and Sage pressed the circumcised head of his slender 5-inch adolescence against it. Slowly, he pushed forward with his hips. Popping through Colton's tight sphincter, Sage's tingling glans was suddenly enveloped in delicious, meaty warmth. Colton barely gasped, more in delight than pain, and encouraged Sage to sink himself all the way in. Inch by inch, Sage slid into Colton's hot, wet tunnel, until his modest crown of pubes were nestled against the smooth bottom of Colton's ravine, and the boys' nuts delicately kissed. The deliciously heat surrounding his throbbing prong contrasted sharply with the biting chill in which his nuts were submerged. "Oh fuck you're so warm and tight, dude," Sage gasped, while caressing Colton's tightly bound back. His cock flexed inside Colton's bowels, and the long-haired blond reciprocated with a gentle squeeze. "Shit, you feel so good in me, babe," Colton sighed. "Give it to me, dude. Fuck me hard!" Sage didn't need to be told twice. With one hand resting on Colton's rump, and the other holding him by a shoulder, Sage pulled back, almost to his helmet's ridge, then pushed back in. He started with a slow, steady, clockwork motion. Every thrust through Colton's cinching ring dragged fiery itching up and down Sage's pumping flesh. "Oh God!" Sage gasped. "So good!" Each stabbing plunge rubbed across Colton's magic button, which burst with exhilarating shocks, flaring all the way into his tummy. Colton's breathing started matching Sage's plowing, and his exhalations transformed into quiet moans. He pushed back to meet Sage's cock, masturbating the brunette with his anal lips, while pillaging his own prostate. Sage's thrusts grew faster, splashing sea water with increasing violence. Sliding his hand from Colton's rump, around to the boy's groin, he replaced Colton's hand on the rock hardness tenting the boy's wetsuit. He barely needed to stroke Colton, since the boy was pumping back and forth, burning Sage's cock with itchy tingles, and fucking Sage's fist. Feeling his climax building, Sage slowed his thrusts to a crawl. But Colton begged him not to stop. "I - I'm - gonna - almost...there!" Colton gasped, and groaned. "Muh...Me too!" Sage huffed, and banged his friend's bottom furiously. In and out and in and out, Sage plunged, and his drowning balls tightened even further. Almost simultaneously, muscles pulled inside both boys, from their nuts to their rectums. Colton squealed, as his 13-year-old nuts imploded with titanic force. Stars erupted behind his clenched eyelids, and he lost all sense of time or space, enraptured with the feeling in his cock and ass. At the same, Sage bellowed, "GGRRRNNNNNGGGGH!" He slammed into Colton one last time, burying himself as deeply as could. His cock detonated volcanically, and it felt like a burning torrent of itchy fire spewed out of him, again and again and again. As his climax subsided, Sage gasped and collapsed onto Colton's back. Distantly, he felt his cock spasming with after shocks. Normally, he'd have stayed hard for a while inside Colton, but the icy water was making his nuts ache, and his root was already reeling in his deflating flesh. "Fuuuuck," Colton sighed, his breathing coming more slowly. At the same time, he grew aware of the aching soreness in his butt cheeks from Sage's punishing plowing, but said nothing. It had been worth it. "Duuuude," Sage sighed, turning to kiss his friend on the ear. Goosebumps grew on his bare arms, and he suggested they get out of the water. Back on the sand, they set down the long board, and Colton helped Sage back into his wetsuit. Then, the boys embraced for a long and lingering kiss. They held each other for a while, with their faces resting side-by-side, and Sage whispered, "That was so fucking good, Colt." "You have no idea, babe," Colt whispered back, then combed the Sage's brunette hair back, to kiss his friend's earlobe. Sage was letting his hair grow out, and it reached half-way down his throat. Despite it being a pain in the ass to get into a swim cap, Colton liked it, so Sage made the effort. "You, um, lasted longer than usual," Colton observed. Ordinarily, Sage had a hair trigger, and had to pace himself for his first orgasm. Not that it mattered that much, since Colton and he never stopped at one. "Yeah," Sage agreed, rubbing his cheek against Colton's. "I think it was `cause my balls almost froze off." "We should fuck in the ocean more often," Colton replied, with a chuckle. "Good thing nobody comes out here, this time of year," Sage said, bending to pick up the tail end of the long-board. "A month from now, we'd get caught." Colton picked up the nose end. "Fuck `em. We can give `em a show." The boys started up the trail. Sage giggled again at the rhythmic flashing from Colton's wetsuit. "The moon's out early, today," Sage remarked, then belly laughed when Colton silently gave him the finger, without turning. Returning to the Victorian mansion the Vannermans regularly rented, the boys racked the long board on the side of the house, and awkwardly shuffled into the outdoor shower enclosure, keeping Colton's backside hidden from the Vannerman's other guests. They didn't want to use up all the hot water, but the boys lazed under the downpour, scrubbing each other's nooks and crannies. Sage was especially gentle on Colton's tender bottom, noticing that reddish welts had already formed. When their cocks started to fill again, they pulled apart with amused grins, toweled off, and got dressed. Sage filled out his plain white briefs so invitingly, Colton stopped dressing just to gaze at his friend. He couldn't wait until he'd rip those undies off, later that night. About an hour before sunset, a couple of wives picked up the fishermen in a van. Laughing and singing, the tipsy crew stumbled out, showing off their bounty of fish. Colton rolled his eyes at Sage, and murmured "This'll be interesting." With classic rock booming, the adults drank more beer, grilled fish, and shared shots of jenever. Colton's older sister, Ashlee and her boyfriend set up the long table and put out vegetables, while Sage and Colton engaged the handful of younger kids in a mild soccer game until dinner time. Around an after-dinner bonfire, Jens handed out cheap trophies to the three winners, plus one for "most inept angler" to a clumsy friend. By then, the party was well-lubricated, and even though they turned down the music, the adults would have instigated noise complaints if they weren't on an isolated stretch of a sparsely populated island. The younger kids eventually trooped off to bed. Though the spectacle of drunken adults was entertaining, Colton and Sage quietly followed, but with no plans for immediate sleep. Ashlee gave the boys an amused smile and a wink, making Sage blush. After taking turns brushing their teeth and peeing, Sage and Colton closed the door to their small bedroom. Unlike the last time they were on the island, the boys didn't have to share a room with anyone else. This room was barely large enough for an armoire and a single queen-sized bed, which suited Sage and Colton just fine. It was already chilly in the poorly insulated old house, so the boys quickly traded their clothes for thermal long underwear. Just as he was pulling his bottoms over his snug briefs, Sage spied Colton tugging up his own woolen leggings. Colton was wearing one of his fancy, satiny jock straps. "You sexy perv," Sage murmured with a chuckle, then noticed the now black and purple welts running from Colton's bum down the back of his thighs. Sage sharply sucked in his breath. "Fuck dude," he said. "You got some serious bruising going on." "Yeah, I'm kind of sore," Colton replied nonchalantly, and turned off the light. In the moonless darkness, the 13-year-olds stumbled into bed, and it took a couple of minutes for their eyes to adjust. But by then, their lips had found one another. While their heads corkscrewed and their tongues met to gently dance, Sage's fingers were combing through Colton's long blond mane. Colton stroked from Sage's slender hip to his corded thigh and back. Finding the leg seam of Sage's tighty-whities rising out from the smooth wool of the boy's thermal leggings, he traced along it to the cleft between the Sage's thighs, and goosed his friend gently. "Mmmmm" Sage purred into Colton's mouth, then sucked on the boy's minty tongue. At the same time, he snaked his hand down the back of Colton's soft, woolen thermal underwear, and feathered both of the boy's firm, soccer-toned globes. Tongues played, and the boys' kisses grew hungrier and more passionate, and their rigid loins pressed together. Colton was squeezing both of Sage's small, muscular buns through his his clothes. They felt like marble, coated in soft silicone, and wrapped in down. The tantalizing sensation inflamed him, and Colton pressed his hardness deeply into Sage's. Pulling away from Sage's mouth, and panting with desire, Colton kissed the boy's cheek. "God you I love your ass, Sage," Colton huffed, then nibbled on the boy's ear, making him squirm. Sage squeezed both Colton's ass cheeks in reply, but Colton winced. 
"Oww..." Colton muttered, and Sage immediately released his grip. "I'm sorry dude" Sage apologized, giving Colton a peck on the cheek, delicately feathering the soft skin coating the boy's firm butt muscles. "Is this OK?" "MmmmHmmmm..." Colton replied, rubbing the side of his face against Sage's, while grinding his hardness into Sage's loins. Sage slid a finger under one of Colton's jock strap elastics. "If you're gonna wear these, you should get those long-johns with the drop hatch in the back, for like, easy access." "I'll try not to fall on my ass, too." Colton's chuckle quietly melted in Sage's mouth, as their lips merged once more. The boys' kisses were like torrid hurricanes, perfect storms of love and desire. With his hands still inside Colton's leggings, Sage slid his fingers around to his friend's crotch. Broiling, punishing hardness throbbed against one of Sage's palm through Colton's gossamer satchel. Sage rubbed it with the flat of his hand, slowly digging a furrow in his palm with the satin-bound love truncheon, while tickling Colton's nuts with his finger tips. At the same time, his other hand glided up, under Colton's long-sleeve undershirt, to play with the boy's hardening nipples. Sage pulled his lips away from Colton's to stare through the darkness into the boy's sparkling eyes, delighting in the shocks of pleasure playing across his friend's face. Colton shivered and then pulled down the front of Sage's long underpants. Cupping Sage's cock through his briefs, Colton treasured the feeling of rigid flesh trapped in fluffy cotton. Matching Sage's slow cadence, he burnished Sage's tool with steady, yet delicate rubbing. "Uuuuh..." Colton whispered. "You're so sexy in your undies." Sage giggled. "And you're such a weirdo," he replied, then kissed Colton's nose. "I love you, you freak." "I love you too, baby," Colton replied, then kissed Sage tenderly on the lips. The boys traded delicate kisses that grew more passionate. At the same time, their fingers curled around each other's raging prongs, masturbating each other more firmly. While snugger than Sage's skimpy briefs, Colton's jock was slippery, and slid up and down the boy's inflamed cock with greater ease that Sage's soft cotton. Soon enough, Sage was whimpering in Colton's mouth, and the blond knew he had to ease up. Rolling Sage onto his back, Colton took a moment to pull down both their thermal underwear to mid thigh, then lay on top of the boy. Holding Sage's face with both hands, Colton gazed through dim light at Sage's cherubic smile, and then traded more tender kisses. Sage delicately feathered Colton's buns, from the indentations on either side, to his crevice and back. At the same time, he felt Colton's bone thundering against his own, and pushed back with his hips. Breathing heavily, Colton rested his face against Sage's, and pumped his hips to meet his friend's thrusts. Slowly but surely, the boys' groins plowed like locomotive wheels, grinding with growing velocity. Sage's blood engorged boy flesh polished Colton's lust-hardened pubescence, through layers of tight cloth, almost like Sage were desperate to release a semen-genie. And Colton pumped back in even greater need. "Ooh! Uuuh! Oooh!" Sage gasped with each thrust, and Colton's piping moans grew quicker and louder. The friction was becoming unbearable, and Sage could feel fibers pulling his nuts inward. "Getting...close...baby!" Sage huffed, grinding harder into Colton. "Wait, dude!" Colton replied, quickly spreading Sage's thighs and kneeling between them under the bed covers. In darkness, he briefly caressed Sage's enraged hardness through his slightly dampened undies, then pulled the front of his waistband down. Hooking the elastic under Sage's scrotum, and holding Sage by the base of his lust-swollen 5-inches, Colton lost no time licking the boy's sweetly oozing, circumcised head. "So tasty," Colton thought, swabbing around and around the hot little glans, making Sage gasp and moan. It might have been his imagination, but Colton thought it was growing longer and harder in his grip. Sage's hips were pushing up, and Colton knew the boy was past the point of no return. Enveloping Sage's knob with his lips, Colton quickly slid all the way to Sage's sparse bush, then, sucking with his cheeks and tongue, he pulled back, almost to the tip. Though he'd pulled a pillow over his face to stifle his moans, Sage's flexing thigh muscles told Colton all he needed to know that the boy was about to burst. Colton slid all the way down, burying his nose in Sage's firm pubic mound. With Sage's cock partially in his throat, Colton rhythmically swallowed, muscles working in tandem, from lips to tonsils. At the same time, he pulled up Sage's waistband with one hand to choke the boy's taint from below, while squeezing Sage's smooth, sticky scrotum with the other. The combined sensations in his nuts and prostate, with the meaty wet massage on his knob was too much for Sage, and stars burst in his eyes. Gritting his teeth to hold back his cries, Sage felt everything in him vomiting out of his kicking love muscle. Three strong bursts hit the back of Colton's throat, which he eagerly consumed, then pulled back to suck on Sage's dribbling knob. Absently, Sage dragged his fingers through Colton's hair, while his friend tenderly tongued his glans. At the same time, Colton's lightly feathered up and down Sage's shaft, never letting it soften. Colton knew Sage's head would be very sensitive for a couple of minutes, so he left it alone, while delicately stroking the stem, and licking the boy's nuts. Meanwhile, he explored Sage's small bush. When they'd first met, he could count Sage's soft, downy pubes with the fingers of one hand. Eight months later, Sage had a little bush of curly hairs, like a Charlie Chaplain mustache. And while Colton had been bald down there the previous summer, he was now sporting 10 or so hairs ringing the top of his boyhood. Though most boys were excited about puberty, Colton was a little alarmed at how quickly things were changing. But he wasn't complaining that his junk was starting to grow. And also, there were better cums. He was now shooting 2-3 squirts of slightly milky seed, and the feeling was the fucking bomb! Granted, it took longer to go for a second round, but with gentle kisses and tender strokes, Sage could make him pop three times in a row. While gently feathering Sage with his right hand, Colton began stroking himself through his jock strap with the other. He couldn't figure out why he felt so sexy in a supporter, but he gave up caring. He felt the same allure with speedos, and loved the feeling of slippery fabric moving back and forth over his aching bone, especially when he and Sage humped in them. Sage had pulled the pillow off his face, and was breathing hard, then he groaned, when Colton's lips gently kissed his tip. And then he squirmed, while Colton sucked on his glans, and tongue-bathed the underside, while stroking his shaft vigorously with a thumb and two fingers. Colton corkscrewed his head, while sucking and licking and kissing Sage's rapturously tender knob, and pounding the boy's scepter with ever an ever more vigorous rhythm. Colton felt his own orgasm building, and stopped teasing himself. After only a few minutes rubbing Sage's shaft, squeezing his nuts, and giving him a gold-star knobber, Colton brought Sage back to the precipice. "Uhh-huuh-huuuuh...Dude, I'm...getting close...again," Sage quietly gasped, and pulled the front of his thermal undershirt up over his head, out of the firing range. Colton pulled off of Sage, and heard the boy's groan of disappointment. But it was only a short pause. First, peeling off his woolen undershirt, Colton then sat on the mattress between Sage's legs. Repositioning Sage's thighs over his own, Colton pulled his friend closer, until their loins pressed together. Colton tucked his jock's waistband under his scrotum, then pulled up the sides, so the elastic bit into his perineum, like he'd done with Sage's underpants. He'd discovered this secret while jerking off one night, and had grown addicted to the exterior force on his taint, making his ejaculate struggle to escape a massaging choke point. Sage felt the underside of his cock pressed against Colton's. He couldn't see anything but the ghostly form of Colton draped in bedding. He almost laughed when it kind of looked like he was tenting the duvet with a monstrous, 3-foot erection. Colton steepled his hands on either side of their combined boner sandwich, and rubbed with gusto, pulling a groan out of Sage. He adored being helpless in Colton's hands, with the other boy in charge of the itchy tingles racing up and down their shared, perspiration-sealed flesh. Clutching the bedsheet in tight fists, he gave into the combined combustion. At the same time, Colton was blissed out, bringing so much pleasure to Sage. The boy's sighs and gasps were the sweetest music, but they soon faded from Colton's ears, as his own moans filled his head. Sparks flared in his eyes, while Colton felt his nuts pulling inward. "Gggaaa...gonna...goonna cum, Sage!" "Do...eeeeiiit..go FASTER, dude!" Sage pled, before pulling the pillow back over his face. If he'd been rubbing real wood, Colton would have set the bed on fire with his furious stroking. The bedcover tent filled with the fap-fap-fapping sound of passionately blistering teen flesh, as well as the musky fragrance of penis abrasion. "Uuuh! Uuuh! Uuuh!" Colton gasped. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Sage murmured through his fluffy silencer. At almost the same time, fountains of thin milky goo sprayed from their combined geysers. If Sage weren't writhing, and kicking, he might have been able to distinguish his own throbbing pulses from Colton's. But his whole body shook from their combined firestorm. Like a mild tropical storm, warm pubescent seed spattered down on their thighs and groins, their undies, their thermal leggings, and bellies. Though it was a deluge compared to what they could milk from one another the previous summer, it was still thin and runny, and the boys barely noticed the glistening, warm pools, while they gasped and sighed. When they were finally spent, Colton uncoiled from under Sage, and lay next to him on his side. They hugged tenderly, smearing their freshly squeezed boy juice together. "Fuck, dude," Colton sighed in Sage's ear, "That was so rad. I fucking love you, dude." "Not as much as I love you," Sage sighed, then swiveled his head around to kiss his best friend. Like a closed circuit, everything they felt for one another cycled back and forth through their lips. Eventually, the boys pulled apart, and Colton mopped up their mess with a discarded t-shirt. The boys sorted out their clothes, pulled the covers back in place, and Colton spooned around Sage's back and bottom. Before Colton could even wish Sage goodnight, the brunette had fallen asleep. Colton kissed Sage's slender neck, snuggled against his friend, and followed him into warm, comfortable darkness. Before they left the island the next afternoon, Sage and Colton would catch some decent waves on their short boards, then retreat to a secret clearing. They'd bring each other to passionate climaxes in the open air. But sadly, it would be a couple of weeks before they'd be together again. ============== To be continued...