Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2021 21:04:22 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | Part 3 Sage and Colt continue a passionate afternoon break from coaching camp. 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 ============================================================ He was in the lead. Sage knew his team would win the medley after his flip turn. Sage was so ecstatic he was hard, and he could feel the water streaming against his erection like a warm and steady wave. Every butterfly stroke brought him closer to the finish of the race, and an electric climax in his Speedo. And then the pool and whistles washed away. "Mmmmmm," Sage murmured, emerging from his deep nap. His cock really was hard, and the warmth he felt in his lap came from Colton's fingers, gently caressing his erection through his jockstrap. The two 13-year-old boys were still lying in the hammock in the backyard of Colton's vacationing relatives. One of the blond dreamboat's thighs was draped over Sage's, resting between his legs, and Colton's jock-wrapped cock pressed into Sage's hip, while he slowly rubbed Sage's boyhood through its silky, stretchy, black pouch. "Whatcha doin'?" Sage murmured in a sing-song voice, his eyes barely open. Colton returned Sage's smile with a mischievous grin. "Playing with my favorite toy." "Well, don't let me stop you," Sage replied with a yawn, and folded his hands behind his head. Sage felt like the luckiest boy in the world. Here he was spending all Saturday afternoon with the guy he'd crushed on heavily, at the beginning of coaching camp a week before. As it turned out, Colton, from the soccer program, had been equally attracted to Sage, even seeking him out after Sage's swim program workouts. And in 1992, it wasn't easy for gay boys to find one another. While he gently feathered Sage's prong through its skin-tight sex wrapper, Colton softly kissed Sage's neck and chest. Gently taking one of Sage's nipples between his teeth, he lashed it with his tongue, making the boy inhale sharply. Then, he sealed his lips over the swelling little morsel and sucked on it until Sage moaned loudly. Resting his head on Sage's chest, Colton whispered, "We've still got a few hours 'til we have to get back for dinner." The summer coaching campers were housed in the university's empty student dorms, not too far away. But they had to keep an eye on the time. Colton kissed his way up to Sage's fragrant, sweat-dampened arm pit. Then he dragged his tongue across the hairless gulley, making Sage squeal, and his arm jerked down defensively. But Colton's free hand shot upwards to hold Sage's in place. "That's so nasty!" Sage cackled uncontrollably, "Stop! It tickles!" His body writhed from the merciless tongue washing. "You'll never guess all the places I can tickle you with my tongue," Colton teased, before his lips met Sage's for a light, but lingering kiss. The boys drew apart and Sage grinned. "Oh yeah? Where?" Sage's tone dared Colton to shock him. "If you're lucky, you might find out..." Colton taunted, before kissing Sage again, this time more deeply. His fingertips rubbed Sage's entire tumescence, slowly, but with a firm grip, pulling the boy into an aching hardness. When their lips parted, Sage whispered meaningfully, "Well, I know where my tongue's going." "Let's get out of this thing," Colton suggested, rocking the hammock to one side. A moment later, the boys stood face to face on the grass, still naked but for their soft, stretchy supporters. Their rigid cocks collided, almost embracing; lovers separated by their maddening bindings. Hands caressed bare butt cheeks, and lips locked magnetically. Sage felt like he was melting into Colton's mouth, tenderly wrestling the boy's tongue with his own. He was new to kissing boys, but it had become second nature in a day, and he corkscrewed his head so his lips could dance across Colton's, sucking and nibbling and feasting on the boy's rubbery fleshiness. Colton's index finger burrowed under one of Sage's leg elastics, tracing along its range several times, before pulling it out, to release it with a snap. "Ouch!" Sage huffed dramatically, though it hadn't really hurt. Then he knelt before Colton, and caressed the boy's lean, powerful thighs. There was something irresistibly provocative about the well defined, summer-tanned surfer boy, with his loins barely hidden behind a triangle of shiny, skin-tight, white fabric. Sage could clearly see the contours of Colton's turgid boyhood pounding in its pouch. Closing his eyes, Sage rested his cheek on the steaming tent pole, and caressed it with his face. Sage lowered Colton's waistband, hooking it under his small, hairless scrotum, which crushed the boy's small testicles up past the root. Like gleaming pink granite in the bright daylight, the 3-inch uncut pestle quivered proudly straight up, against Colton's utterly barren pubic mound. Sage caressed Colton's ivory loins, which contrasted so beautifully with the tanned 4-pack above. A stippled texture remained from where Colton's waistband had bit into his skin. Sage traced both sets of fingertips on the the pattern outward to where it bisected the boy's muscular "V," then followed those gullies down to the boy's raging penis. Clasping Colton at the base with a couple of fingers, Sage levered Colton's raging boyhood downward until the business end faced him. Sage kissed Colton's cock, from tip to root and back, then skinned the hood behind the ridge of Colton's helmet. The dark rose jewel glistened with a sheen from its vaguely fragrant nectar. Sage kissed Colton's unseeing eye, then tickled the frenulum with his tongue tip. Colton shivered while Sage licked it like ice cream for a minute. "Can we do each other at the same time?" Colton asked, with his fingers combing through Sage's short cut, brown hair. Sage looked up with a grin. "Hells yes!" "Here, lie down on your back, Sage," Colton said, and the brunette boy unrolled onto the moist, but sun-warmed lawn. Colton took a moment to admire Sage's suntanned sinews, the bleached Speedo silhouette framing his loins, and the black pouch at the center, restraining the boy's erection. He's such a hottie, Colton thought. How could I be so fucking lucky? A moment later, Colton planted his knees on either side of Sage's head, and fell forward onto his hands, outspread on either side of his friend's pelvis. Colton shifted his upper body weight to his elbows and forearms, then studied the 5 inch boy meat stretching up the front of its skin-tight sheath. It pressed out and thumped back with Sage's heart beat, and Colton pet its length with fanning fingers. Sage caressed Colton's firm bottom from below. I could squeeze and rub and spank them all day -- every fucking day, he thought. Colton's cock waggled an inch or two above Sage's, and the boy's smooth, round little sack was adhered to its base. After kissing the little plum a few times, Sage started licking it. Using an index finger and a thumb, he probed for tiny testicular treasures, rolling one, while licking the other. At last, he pulled all of Colton's future sperm factory into his mouth, sucking it and making Colton shudder. While the salty, firm bag of tiny grapes rolled in Sage's mouth, Colton's rigid 3-inches beat against his lower lip and chin. Colton peeled the front of Sage's supporter to one side, snapping it against the boy's root and hairless, wrinkled sack. Colton caressed the meager smattering of silky pubes ringing the base of Sage's cock, fewer in number than he had fingers, and darker than the hair on the Sage's head. Just then, Colton closed his eyes and moaned feeling Sage licking the underside of his painfully rigid little tool. Taking Sage by the base, Colton aimed the boy's slender, 5-inch stem and circumcised, mushroom-shaped head upward. With an open mouth, his lips formed a small "O," and he pursed them behind Sage's knob. Colton pressed his tongue into Sage's spongey crown, and dragged his firmly sealed lips back to the pee-hole. Pulling off, Colton's lips were tightly closed. Opening his mouth and forming a lip circle behind Sage's head once again, he plunged his tongue like a pogo stick into the boy's supple glans, then pulled his lips to the tip again. And then he started over. Again, and again, he masturbated Sage's knob with a steady rhythm, opening and closing his mouth like a fish feeding. Sage trembled, and his legs flexed, and he could have cum in minutes. But Colton's mouth grew tired, and he spent a while kissing and licking Sage's hairless, flabby scrotum. Snapping out of his daze, Sage enshrouded his friend's steely boyhood in a wide open mouth. With fingertips clutching Colton at the root, Sage pressed the boy's salty hardness against his tongue. Moving his head back and forth, Sage swabbed all of Colton's rigid prong, pulling the the boy's foreskin back and forth as it traveled across his tongue, and his nose pressed into Colton's puffy, sexy little scrotum with each lap. Then, he closed his lips around Colton's cock and sucked him fully, bobbing on his friend's diminutive love gun like a pendulum. Colton pursed his lips behind Sage's helmet ridge once more, and spent a few minutes tongue scrubbing the swollen, spice-oozing tenderness. Sliding his mouth all the way down, he felt Sage's throbbing, turgid boyhood almost enter his throat. With plenty of practice, he'd overcome his gag reflex, and in fact, he still occasionally tonsil-pleasured his well-endowed 16-year-old neighbor. But Sage was only beginning his pubescent growth spurt, and it would be a few years before Colton would throat Sage's much bigger, high-school cock. Sucking in with his cheeks, he pulled back to Sage's knob, and lashed it with his tongue. His firms lips and slack cheeks plowed to the base once more, and then sucked fiercely on his way back to Sage's crown. Sage quivered. Though he had little of Colton's experience and technique, he was an eager apprentice, doing his best to imitate the surfer boy. Taking breaks when their mouths grew sore, they rubbed each other's cocks against their tongues, and dragged them across the insides of their cheeks. Colton paused to hike up Sage's knees until the boy's heels rested against his slender buns. Licking a middle finger, he snaked the digit into Sage's sweat-dampened crevice, until he reached the boy's wonder hole. Sage froze, his mouth full of pulsating penis. His eyes grew wide, as he felt Colton's finger circling his tight little drain. Then he pulled off to gasp. "Wha-aa you doin'?" Sage half-laughed at the weird sensation that made him squirm; and yet it felt so good. "You never played with your butt, dude?" Colton quietly called over his shoulder. "It's totally rad!" It all sounded so weird and sexy, yet Sage wasn't sure about playing with an actual asshole. In his fantasies, he'd put his swollen boyhood into other boys' backsides. But the reality of touching a poop chute gave Sage pause. Yet Colton was persuasive, and at the other boy's direction, Sage reached up with a spit-wet finger, and pressed into the earthen rosebud between Colton's widely spread buns. Touching something so forbidden inflamed Sage's ardor even more. Suddenly he exhaled sharply, when Colton's finger penetrated him. It was a sharp little pain, and Colton waited a moment to let Sage relax. About the same time, Sage pierced Colton a knuckle deep. It was warm and fleshy and sticky and wet; a mystery ringing his finger. He waited until Colton dove further into him, and Sage followed suit. In a minute, Sage was a couple of inches in, where he found a firm little lump. "Aaaah!" Colton sighed. "That's the spot, dude. Do this." Colton twisted his head, fanning his shoulder-length hair. Looking back with the corner of his eye, he lifted a hand, and made a "come here" gesture with his forefinger. "Yeah" Colton sighed. "But a little harder," Colton coached his friend. "Gaah - yeah, dude, that's sweet!" Just then, something behind Sage's balls flared, and the soreness receding from his rectum was forgotten. Slowly, but steadily, Colton's finger rubbed Sage's special place, releasing the genie from its bottle. Sage imitated Colton, fingering him with the same cadence, thrilled at the rubbery anal band clenching his finger, oil-greasy, but with a persistent stickiness, like a sea anemone. Colton took Sage in his mouth again, sucking and licking, while fingering him steadily. The wet, tingly friction working his tender, painfully rigid bone, merged with the billowing waves in his ass, and he started shaking. A tsunami rose in his ass and nuts, and Colton's cock bounced against his nose, almost forgotten. "Gumma cum, Colt! Gonna cum so hard!" To Sage's confusion, Colton released him from his lips, and slowly pulled out from Sage's bottom. Sage mewled in frustration, as the tide of pleasure receded. Colton, got up grinning. "Got a much better idea," he said with mirthful mystery. "I want you to cum inside me." Sage's eyes grew to platters. "You mean..?" Colton's slowly nodded, and quietly asked, "Sage Arsenault, will you nail my ass?" "Oh, please, yes, Colt!" Then, he added sheepishly, "But I've never, uh, you know..." "No worries. I'll be right back," Colton replied, spinning on his heel so fast his erection slammed into his hip and bounced back and forth. While Colton was inside the house, Sage thrummed with nervous excitement. At every opportunity, he'd discretely scrutinize every inch of any boy's bottom. He loved butts so much. Sometimes, he'd gaze at girls in jeans from behind, and imagine them as boys. At night, he'd picture his best friend Neal giving up his bottom, letting him slide it in. But they'd never gotten further than trading humps on sleepovers. And with Colt's fingering initiation, he'd finally figured why a "catcher" could want it. Absently, he grew aware of his jock strap digging into one side of his cock root and balls unpleasantly, and he pulled the pouch back over his junk. Colton bounded out, his hardness once again hidden in his penis purse, carrying a bottle of baby oil. "Good thing one of my cousins still needs diapers, or we might be using Crisco," he said, with a chuckle. Sage rose to his knees, slid his hands up the boy's ropey thigh muscles, to curl both sets of fingers under the boy's waistband. With both of his thumbs, Sage discovered Colton had softened a bit. Stroking both thumbs up and down Colton's stretch-wrapped, pubescent pickle, Sage quickly plumped it back to diamond hardness. Pulling Colton's waistband below his nuts once more, Sage skinned his friend's dark pink knob, and sucked on it for a moment, while gently stroking the stem. Colton dropped to his knees, facing Sage, and palmed his friend's rigid boyhood through his jock, while Sage took Colton's naked shaft in his fingers. Their lips met for a long and lingering kiss, while gently rubbing each other. "What's next?" Sage whispered eagerly, while resting his cheek against Colton's, then sat back on his heels Colton uncapped the baby oil, and poured a generous amount into his palm. Raising his eyebrow with a sly grin toward Sage, he reached behind himself with both hands. Sage heard slicking, squelching sounds, and Colton's eyes closed for a moment, his smile twitching from mysterious sensations. A couple of minutes later, he pulled the front of Sage's supporter beneath the boy's balls. Colton slicked up his hands with more lube, and greased both Sage's groin and his own until they were dripping, throbbing messes. With one hand, he slowly stroked himself, and with other he caressed Sage, who groaned from the slippery friction on his tender glans. Briefly, he imagined Colton and he naked, soaked in oil, head-to-foot, rolling and rubbing and spanking and squeezing. Colton knelt on all fours on the grass, spreading his knees widely. Enraptured, Sage could only stare at the the slender, white fruit, parted by Colton's wide stance His beautiful crevice glistened and dripped like an enchanted grotto, and the little starfish at the center seemed to flex, almost winking at him. "Ready?" Colton asked over his shoulder. `Uh-huh," Sage mumbled, eager and yet nervous. Colton lowered his shoulders to the ground, grabbed his own thighs and pulled his torso backward toward his legs, raising his rump even higher. Resting his head on his forearms, his milky bottom almost looked like an upside down heart. Sage knelt and kissed one bun, then gently sank his teeth into the other, relishing its springy flesh, while sliding his palm from Coltons firm, round scrotum, to his urethra, and back. At first a little too eager, Sage pushed his knob against Colton's gates without a firm grasp on his shaft, and it slid away like an uncontrolled truck on an icy road. It took a couple of tries, but, at last, he pressed in accurately, and his rigid probe slowly parted the muscular ring. Colton winced, but encouraged Sage. Suddenly Sage popped through. With experience, he'd eventually learn to stop. But the momentum of his bodyweight slid him all the way, and Colton grunted. "Are you Ok, Colt?" Sage asked. "You want me to take it out?" "No!" Colton gasped. "Just stay still for a sec. Sage caressed Colton's lower back, buns and thighs. His penis stewed in an extraordinary world of moist warmth, and his base was gripped in a tight, tingling clamp. He was actually inside his friend, and it was beyond sensual; it was almost like he was a part of Colton. His hands slid under the white waistband delineating Colton's sun-bronzed north from his creamy southern hemispheres, fanned outward until they also submerged beneath the boy's tight leg elastics, and took hold of Colton's hips. "OK, dude, go for it," Colton said, when the pain had subsided. "Just go slow, for now." It's finally happening! It's actually happening! Sage's thoughts were a joyous chorus that grew incoherent as Colton's exquisitely tight ring slowly rolled down his raging hardness, to the lip of his knob. Slowly he eased back into that tropical warmth. In and out, like gentle clockwork for almost two minutes, until Sage couldn't help but pump faster. Some arcane chemical reaction propelled his hips, making small slapping sounds on impact with Colton's pearlescent cheeks. He was consumed by not only the itchy tingles radiated out of his loins, but the very idea of being inside his friend. Looking down, Sage pulled back further to see a few millimeters of himself working like a flesh piston, and then it slipped out! Fumbling around, it took a moment, but soon enough, he was pumping again, moaning with every plunging thrust. Soon, Colton was gasping in time, as well. Every plow across his prostate brought Colton closer to climax. But his back was getting sore, and he suggested they return to the hammock. A moment later, Sage lay face-up, cross-wise on the swinging canvass. Colton climbed up, kneeling on either side of Sage's lean abs. While Sage planted his heels in the grass to stabilize them, Colton reached down to grip the boy's pulsating meat mallet. Slowly lowering his bottom, Colton guided Sage's cock by touch until it docked with his loosened pleasure portal. Gently, he let gravity take over, and impaled himself with Sage. Both boys sighed, smiled at one another, and Colton leaned down so their lips could meet and wordlessly communicate the shared ecstasy of conjunction. Serpentine tongues languidly curled around each other, and teeth nibbled and pulled on lips. Sage fondled Colton's slender, muscular buttocks, while the blond boy caressed the Sage's abdomen, and tweaked his hard little nipples. Colton squeezed Sage's diamond hard anal probe with clenching bowels, and his cock beat a tattoo against the boy's torso. Slowly, Colton raised himself, pulling his fiery ring up, almost off Sage, then landed back down. Committing Sage's length to his rectal muscle memory, Colton dragged his lips off of Sage's, sat up, and arched his back. Raising and lowering with his lithe but powerful thighs, he buffed Sage's anguished cock with his slippery, tight gasket, and watched in delight as the boy's eyes clenched shut. And soon, Sage's breathy moans grew ragged. With both hands resting on Sage's lean legs to help push him upward, Colton pumped with a metronomic pace. His anus glowed with welcome fire, and Sage's rigid boyhood ground his prostate like a ruby millstone. Sage was lost in the warm, wet maelstrom raging around his cock, and held onto Colton's springy buttocks for dear life. He couldn't believe he was balls deep in another boy - but especially this boy, and reflexively, his feet punched into the grass, lifting his loins to meet Colton's plunging buttocks. The hammock started swaying in time. Rhythmic squelching and flesh quietly clapping echoed off the backyard walls in time with piping little moans. "You..Feel..So...sweet in me!" Colton grunted, as the nerves in his bowels bloomed with rhythmic pleasure. "You're so...tight...hot...Fuckin' Rad!" Sage huffed, as his cock drowned in a boy bottom Jacuzzi. The mid afternoon heat was at its peak, and even in the shade, Colton's sweaty body dripped all over Sage, who's abs and groin were beading and pooling on their own. Sage needed to fuck Colton faster, harder and more fully. Several thrusts brought the hammock perpendicular to the ground, while Sage struggled to bury himself in Colton's hungry hole. Sage felt Colton's cock slapping him with every downstroke. Clasping it in one fist, he let Colton fuck his hand while pumping on his cock. "Uhh...uhh!....So...Good!" Sage grunted, as tingles grated up and down his plunging prong. "Yeah!...Yeah!...Gimme your dick!" Colton huffed, slamming up and down on Sage's lap like a pile driver, slamming ecstasy from his ass into his balls. The muscles behind his nuts contracted, and he groaned, "Gonna...Cum!" Colton quietly moaned, and his cock erupted, spurting a thin, watery jet that splashed on Sage's chin and chest. A smaller burst followed, bubbling over Sage's fist. At the same time, Colton's anus clenched with each rapturous burst, rhythmically gripping Sage like a vice. Sage's cock prepared to detonate and he squeezed his lips and eyes shut, like blast doors to contain the fire storm billowing from his groin. Mewling and whimpering as a sparkly light show raged across his eyelids felt his first jet struggling eject thunderously. His jockstrap's waistband was pulling so hard into his perineum that it constricted his ejaculation, and its labored eruption almost made him scream with joy. As his muscles contracted again and again, he reflexively compressed his legs and abdomen, trying to wring any last drops of boy juice out of himself. At last, their climaxes faded, and Colton collapsed onto Sage's chest, letting his legs unfold off the hammock. As their sweaty torso met, Sage's softening cock slobbered out of Colton's stewing tunnel. The boys rolled length wise onto the hammock face-to-face. Colton caressed Sage's dripping hair and face, and smiled at his friend with deep tenderness. Sage gave him a gentle kiss, while his hand squeegeed up and down Colton's sweat-slicked back. "That was just so fucking rad," Sage whispered, at a total loss for words. "Better than I ever dreamed. Thank you!" Colton grinned. "Thank YOU, dude. I love being fucked." He paused to reach down between them, and lifted Sage's flaccid little boyhood. "Especially by you." Colton gave Sage a lingering kiss. "I hope you gave me a butt baby." Sage giggled, and looked down at his penis. In its resting state of a little more than 2 inches, it barely hung as low as his wrinkled bag. Something was wrong, and it took him a minute to realize it. "Shouldn't there be, um, some uh," Sage struggled for a diplomatic term, and Colton grinned, finishing the thought. "Some poop?" Colton giggled. "Well, I was hoping this might happen. So I got super clean in the shower after practice. And I skipped lunch." Sage nodded, absorbing these new factors. He had so much to learn from Colton. "Speaking of which, dude, I'm starving, and it'll be hours 'til dinner," Colton continued. "Let's go inside and get something to eat." As they climbed out of the hammock, Sage thought about dinner, remembering they would be meeting up with Colton's cousin, as usual. "Hey Colt, does Cassie come over here to hang out?" Sage looked worried. "Shouldn't we pull on some clothes?" Colton laughed. "No worries, dude. She's a McDonald - other side of the family." Colton paused mischievously, and then taunted his friend. "But if you want, she'd be into hanging out tomorrow afternoon. Just the two of you, all alone." Colton made exaggerated kissing sounds, and laughed at Sage's reaction. The brunette suppressed his own laughter, and tackled Colton. Rolling on the grass, the boys wrestled with mock seriousness, ending up on their sides, nose to nose. Sage combed his fingers through Colton's long, golden hair, while the surfer caressed Sage's hip and thigh. The boys' lips met for a long and tender kiss, and Colton's fingers slid inside the front of Sage's very damp supporter. Holding Sage's genitals in a gentle fist, Colton smiled in contentment. Losing himself in Sage's liquid, hazel eyes, Colton sighed, and said, quietly, "I love this." "My dick?" Sage asked, returning a tender smile. "That too," Colton replied. "But I love this. Being here now. With you." "Me too, dude," Sage said. And deep inside, he was feeling something more than just love of the moment. ========================== To be continued...