Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2021 21:01:49 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | Part 2 Two young teens break away from coaching camp for passionate and private afternoon. if If you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ============================================================ "Are we still on campus?" Sage Arsenault called out to Colton Vannerman, pumping his bicycle pedals faster to keep up with his friend. As a competitive swimmer, he was fast in the water, but on land, he struggled to match his soccer-playing friend's pace. "Yeah!" Colton called over his shoulder. "This is all faculty housing." Colton's long hair billowed behind him like a golden flag, and Sage had been so mesmerized by the boy's lean legs and firm rump, working like fleshy pistons, that he was suddenly startled by the scenery shifting to suburban homes. The neighborhood was nothing like the dorms, academic buildings and sports facilities hosting the university's summer coaching camps for soccer, aquatics, football and baseball. That Saturday in July of 1992, at the end of his first of two weeks in the swim program, after his morning workout, Sage gladly skipped optional softball or other activities to spend the afternoon with his new friend. Colton, a multi-year veteran of the soccer program, knew of a place where they could privately indulge the sexual ardor the two 13-year-olds had only briefly shared the night before. Colton led Sage to the top of a low hill, where the boys stopped at a large, contemporary, glass and wood home. Opening a security box next to a garage door, Colton punched in a code, and the door opened. The boys pushed their bikes into the empty space, closed the door, and entered a large, open plan kitchen / living area. "Sweet place, dude," Sage said, checking out a well-manicured garden through a floor-to-ceiling glass wall. "My aunt and uncle moved here when he got promoted to department chair." "Kinda handy," Sage smirked, stepping in front of Colton. "You take all your boys here?" Colton snickered. "All my boys," he mimed. His lips met Sage's for a brief kiss, then Colton gazed directly into the boy's liquid, hazel eyes. "You're my first -- I mean, the first guy I've brought over here. My aunt and uncle usually work all year, so the place is never empty." Colton went on to explain how he lucked out this year when his uncle had been invited to a conference in Copenhagen, and decided to take his family on a Danish vacation. In previous years, Colton would stay over for the weekends bookending camp, and this year, his relatives had been sorry to miss him. "Poor, poor me," Colton sighed dramatically. "How will I ever get over this?" Sage giggled, and brought his lips to Colt's for another tender smack. The night before, Sage had been kissed by a boy - Colton - for the first time, and he was becoming addicted to it. A world of meaning passed in the simplest expression of tender surrender to another. "So none of the others ever made it here, huh?" Sage grinned, wrapping his arms around Colt's waist, pulling their loins together. He could feel Colt's hardening boyhood striking against his own. Chuckling and leaning back to study Sage, with his hands on the boy's hips, Colton quietly confessed, "I've only done stuff at camp with one other kid." The previous year, another 12-year-old and he snuck into lavatories and shrubs for fast and furtive handies. "He was super horny, but not really into dudes." "Glad I'm here to pick up the slack," Sage replied, with an adoring smile. "Me too!" Colton replied, hugging his friend tightly. For both of them, it was the first time they could openly and fully share their same-sex attraction with another boy of the same age. Colton had a history with an older bisexual boy in his neighborhood, and he occasionally hooked up with his horny straight friends for mutual relief. But with the exception of when he was with the older boy, Colton posed as just another girl-crazy kid, in hormonal desperation because 8th Grade girls didn't put out. Similarly, Sage had shared a lot of exploration with friends, but they'd started losing interest. And while his straight best was the only boy to know Sage was gay, their sexual coupling was an unequal transaction based on mutual need, rather mutual desire. But now, Sage and Colton could embrace each other's homosexuality honestly and genuinely, an uncommonly lucky thing in the early 90s. The boys kissed again, lingering with affection, and then Colton pulled sodas from the fridge, and gave his friend a tour of the house and garden. The back yard was bordered by high walls, citrus trees and fragrant, flowered foliage. A hammock swung in the dappled shade at one end of a liver-shaped lawn, and a hot tub sat under a pergola at the other. Colton peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it aside. "Wanna work on your tan, Sage?" Colton asked mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "I can think of something else I'd rather work on," Sage replied, surprising himself with his own boldness. Casting his shirt aside, he traced a finger from Colton's slender hips, up his ribs, and around the boy's small nipples. They were leather brown from the sun, and Sage wondered what color they were in the winter, when Colton surfed in a wetsuit, protected from sea and sun. Colton caressed Sage's neck and shoulders, and then his hands slid down to the boy's basketball shorts. "Let's lose these," Colton murmured, and pulled the waistband out, to let Sage's shorts drop to his ankles. The slender, yet muscular brunette stepped out of his shorts, kicked off his flip flops, then cocked a hip saucily to one side. Resting his hand on his outbound flank, he smiled expectantly at Colton. "Well?" Sage asked. "What do you think?" Naked but for the skimpy, black jockstrap Colton had given him the night before, Sage's lithe swimmer's build drew a sigh from Colt. It was like Sage was meant to model athletic supporters, and especially the silky, shiny, skin-tight kind Colton preferred. And though the midnight fabric only revealed the general shape of the lump rising up the center, it contrasted dynamically with the surrounding, inverted pyramid of bone-white skin normally covered by Sage's Speedo. "Muy bueno," Colton muttered, his voice low and quiet. His cock was now rigid and quivering. "So...?" Sage prompted Colton, pointing his chin at Colton's dark blue soccer shorts. A moment later, Colton stood before Sage, his copper colored torso and limbs contrasting with both his gleamingly bright, form-fighting jockstrap, and the creamy rectangles of skin normally covered by soccer or board shorts. The shiny pouch was striped with a white and off-white vertical pattern, and it seemed moulded around every detailed contour of Colton's turgid boyhood, as well as the diminutive sack at its base. The boys drew together again, and Colton caressed Sage's cheek and ear with one hand, while lightly feathering the boy's bare bum with the other. Sage gently squeezed both Colton's buttocks, relishing the boy's firm gluteal muscles, and pulled their groins together once more. Sage had been half hard in his jock almost continuously since pulling the clingy, silky thing on after his swim practice. It squeezed him into arousal even without Colton's caresses. But Colton's kisses and touch had fully engorged Sage's raging bone. Colton's hardness pressing against his own was electric, and his cock grew impossibly more rigid in its skimpy binding. He kissed Colton fiercely. Colton's mouth surged in response, and the boys gnawed and sucked and licked in a growing storm, as if they could devour each other in an incandescent feast. Kneading each other's naked buns like they were juicing grapefruit, the boys hips began to dance, cocks grinding like desperate lovers in a constrictive tango. Sage whimpered into Colton's mouth, and the blond moaned in return, and his lips left Sage's to kiss his friend's ear. Both boys trembled from the carnal flames boiling their blood, and something unspoken, growing just beyond their awareness. "Let's go over there," Sage whispered, suggesting the hammock, then led Colton by the hand. Colton had a plan, and Sage let the boy position him cross-wise in the middle of the hammock, leaving his feet hanging over the lawn. Colton pulled Sage's legs wide apart, and then he lowered himself so they rested torso-to-torso, cock-to-cruelly-hard-cock. "Mmmmmm." Sage's purring was cut off by Colton's lips against his own. Sage's tongue rocketed into his friend's mouth, and when Colton started felllating it, Sage's hips thrust up involuntarily. With his cock throbbing against Sage's through two pieces of sheer, stretchy cloth, Colton's lips dragged to his friend's ear lobe, which he gently nibbled. "Gaaaah!" Sage winced, pressing his loins harder into Colton's. The blond boy slid his hands past Sage's armpit, to clutch his friend's shoulders from behind. Planting the balls of his feet in the lawn, Colton paused to snake his tongue tip into Sage's ear canal, earning a squeal and another desperate thrust from the brunette. Gripping Sage firmly, Colton thrust his angry hardness against Sage's pounding pubescence. Colton's bare, outer haunches rubbed against Sage's inner thighs, and their cocks throbbed together in crushing atmospheres of humid heat. Their silky, skin-tight supporters kept the boys cock-locked in place, while the swaying hammock helped propel their love logs' mashing in a steady, grinding beat. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sage groaned through gritting teeth. His hands gripped Colton's firm and naked bottom in a death grip, squeezing and pulling. Every so often he spanked Colton's globes, making the blond gasp and pump harder. Sage and his friends had humped each other many times: on sleepovers, in basements and in tree houses. They'd done it wearing jeans, bathing suits, pajamas, underwear, or in the nude. But nothing had been so sensuous, so voracious, so shameless, nor so responsively caring as the thrusting friction Colton and Sage shared on that hammock. And the microns of fabric separating actual contact between their turgid tools teased the boys mercilessly. Their young cocks wept small beads of liquor, moistening their softly smashing supporters. "Uuuuh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sage moaned, feeling his climax dawning. "Haar-der Colt! Haar-der uuhUhh Please!" "Here - guuh - you- go!" Sage's legs flew out perpendicular to his skinny torso, and his thigh muscles flexed. His anus clenched and the muscles behind his root contracted, pulling his young testicles inward. Sage quietly quietly wailed, with eyes clenched for a crescendoed fireworks display. His boyhood flared and he arched his back, throwing his loins into meet Colton's. Sage grunted again and again, while his cock detonated with two or three squirts of infertile boy water, then dry heaved several times. At last, his legs collapsed, he sighed, and he released Colton's rump from his clutches. Sweat poured down Colton's torso, as he pumped harder and faster. He didn't share Sage's hair trigger, but his climax was near, and he kept thrusting into his friend's wet and softening junk until it became too uncomfortable for the smaller brunette. The blond rolled beside Sage, and their lips met for a few tender kisses that grew more passionate. Sage palmed Colton's throbbing boyhood through its damp, skin-tight wrapper. As his tongue danced with Colton's, he rubbed the boy firmly with the flat of his hand. Sage drew back to study his shaking and sweating friend, and smiled with joy at the pleasure he brought to the Colton. Changing his grip, he held Colton's diamond hardness with all his fingers, wrapping the boy's jock strap all around the hard, rubbery bone like a sausage casing, and stroked him vigorously "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Colton moaned with every churning stroke to his helpless little limb. "So close!" But to Colton's dismay, Sage stopped rubbing him, and cupped his small scrotum through its silky white purse. While Colton whimpered, Sage smirked in delight, and gave Colton's sack a few squeezes. After a moment, Sage's thumb and fingertips crept into Colton's jock through the side, probing his resilient sack until he clutched one of Colton's marble-sized balls. Sage delighted in making his friend moan while fondling each nut individually. Finally taking mercy on his quivering friend, he grinned with a suggestion. "You wanna hump my ass, dude?" Colton's eyes flew open and his head flopped up and down. "Fuck yeah!" Sage rolled his torso cross-wise on the hammock, planting his feet in a wide stance, pushing his small butt skyward. Colton licked his lips at the sight of Sage's pallid buns, which were rounder than his own, but no less muscular. Black leg elastics gripped the top of Sage's lean and corded thighs, just outside the white triangle of flesh normally concealed by the boy's Speedo. Colton stepped behind the apex of Sage's stance, and caressed its firm fundament. He squeezed and gave each globe a sharp slap, admiring how only the skin rippled from his spanks. Holding Sage by his bony hips, Colton submerged his jock-wrapped flesh torpedo into the boy's sweat-dampened depths. He sighed from the the solid, steaming warmth enveloping him, and then pushed up the boy's crevice, and then pulled back. The hammock began a slight, pendulous swing, which grew more pronounced when Sage pushed back against Colton. Closing his eyes, Sage was enthralled by the sounds of growing pleasure Colton couldn't mute. Gasping and moaning, he pumped faster and faster. And Sage grew aroused again, realizing the gentle rubbing against his boy hole added to the delicious sensation of a penis between his buns. Half-hard, he squeezed Colton with his buttocks. "You...Feel...So...Goooood!" Colton grunted as he thrust demonically, convulsively, savagely, mindlessly. His entire world funneled into the muscle walls enveloping his cock, tickling it with waves of itching fire. Almost without missing a beat, Colton fell forward to hug Sage from behind, and continue his thrusting assault. "Oh yes.! Oh Gawd! Oh yes!" Colton's moans and cries grew higher in pitch, and he lost himself in the righteous little butt cheeks conforming so perfectly to his loins. A thunderous force pulled at his nuts, and his thrusting grew chaotic, frenzied, and desperate. 
It felt like his cock head were ripping open, bursting almost painfully with boiling boy lava, and Colton stifled a shriek by sealing his mouth on Sage's shoulder. Pounding again and again, he squeezed his abdomen and his bowels with each burst, trying to eject everything he could make. In truth, only the first two contractions produced any of his thin, watery juice, which dribbled into his supporter. But the fiery tingles continued several more times, until their dry echoes died away. Colton's torso was sealed with Sage's back in a sweaty aquifer, and as he lay atop the smaller boy, he rubbed their cheeks together, tenderly. "Good one, huh?" Sage asked, quietly. "You have no idea, dude." Colton kissed the boy's ear, then unsealed their bodies with a loud squelch. Standing up, Colton grew dizzy for a moment. When the world stopped spinning, he spied a line of teethmarks and the beginning of a bruise on Sage's shoulder. "Oh shit, Sage," Colton said, quietly. "I think I gave you a hickey. I'm sorry!" Sage giggled. "You're a beast." Climbing up, he gave Colton a tender kiss. "Can you get me a bag of ice?" While he'd never gotten a hickey before, his big sister had confided the remedy one night after a date, while treating her own. Climbing into the hammock length-wise, Sage relaxed, and closed his eyes for a moment before Colton returned. "Here you go, Sage," Colton said, handing his friend a fistful of cubes in a washcloth, and then climbed in beside his friend. Sage held the pack to his lust-mauled shoulder, letting it melt away the bruising. "I hope you got your rabies shot, Colt." Sage teased, with a grin. The blond boy chuckled, and replied, "Woof! Woof!" Then he dragged his tongue all over Sage's face like a Labrador retriever, making the boy cackle. "Down boy! Down!" Sage giggled. "Do I need to give you a bone?" "Do you have one?" Colt smirked, and his fingers glided down to Sage's groin. Sage opened his legs and Colton cupped the front of his supporter, finding only damp fabric stretched across a pleasantly semi-hard lump. As he rested his hand, Sage closed his lithe thighs around it. Tossing the icepack, Sage's arm slid under Colt's head, and the boys undulated into a comfortable, serpentine pile of limbs, torsos and loins. Swaying in a gentle breeze and chatting about nothing at all, they were completely at ease with and grateful for each other, and soon drifted off to sleep. ================================== To be continued...