Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 19:50:31 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | part 4 A soccer player and a competitive swimmer have grown very close at a summer coaching camp, and continue a passionate 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 ============================================================ Still naked, but for their sexy, silky, skin-tight jockstraps, the two 13-year-old boys brushed blades of grass off their legs, arms, chests, and each other's backs (the residue of rolling around in the backyard in waves of playfulness and lust). Sage and Colton had spent most of that Saturday afternoon making up for the frustrations of a rigorous coaching camp that offered little free time, and even less privacy to indulge in their mutual attraction. Fortunately, they'd been able to break away after practice, and Colton had lead Sage to the vacant home of relatives on vacation. After twice satiating their sexual appetites, the two lean athletes were in need of real food, and Colton ushered Sage ahead of him into the kitchen. As his eyes adjusted from the day's glare to the dimmer interior light, Colton burst out laughing at the sight in front of him. Sage's round little ass was sunburn pink. "What's so funny?" Sage asked, over his shoulder. When Colton told him, Sage twisted around to inspect a small arc of one upper bun, then the other, and then giggled as he looked at Colton. "You got lobstered, too, Colt." Typical of kids in 1992, neither of the boys even owned sunscreen. All of the once pallid flesh normally covered by Colton's soccer or board shorts was bright pink, contrasting with the shiny white material of his soft and stretchy jock strap. Colton's laughter died, as a grim thought took hold, and he pulled his supporter down. "Oh shit," Sage said, with barely suppressed laughter. Colton's bronzed body, and sunburned thighs were divided by a band of milky white flesh across his waist, and a narrow triangle of creamy skin framing the hairless region leading to his pallid, 1½-inch cock, and his smooth, round scrotum. As Colton turned around for inspection, Sage gazed at the bright white lines where the blond's leg elastics had bit into his flesh, dividing a pink sea. Colton shrugged, then arched an eyebrow. "Your turn, dude." Sage got up, and looked at the pink icing that filled in areas normally hidden by the Speedo he wore as a competitive swimmer. With a sense of dread, he peeled off his shiny, black jockstrap, and gasped. The white solarized silhouette created by his supporter framed his flaccid two-inches, with its light dusting of newly acquired pubes, and his hairless, wrinkled sack, in a vanilla runway. He giggled nervously. "This is gonna be tough to explain." "Fuck `em," Colton said, nonchalantly, and set about making sandwiches. Before they sat down to eat, Colton lay towels on the chairs. "My aunt doesn't want bare asses on furniture," he said. He chuckled as Sage's eyes grew wide. "My cousins and I used to run around naked through the sprinklers," he explained. "And we still skinny dip in the hot tub." While munching away, the boys chatted about the Giants' mediocre season and the game they'd missed during their amorous afternoon. Slowly, their conversation turned to sex. "You're really smoking in a jockstrap, dude," Sage said. "But even hotter naked." Colton smiled, hypnotized yet again by the slim brunette's liquid hazel eyes. "You look sexy as shit in anything, Sage." He paused for a moment. "This may sound weird, but when we were in the pool yesterday, I wanted to jerk you off in your Speedo." "Your wish is my command, my lord," Sage replied with a grin. "Have to wait 'til Monday, dammit," Colton said with dramatically emphasized despair. "I'll just have to rub you tonight in your undies." Sage giggled, then thought about something that had happened earlier. "Hey Colt, when we were going at it, the jockstrap was pulling on this spot behind my nuts," Sage said. "And when I orgasmed, it felt super rad." Swallowing a mouthful of chips, Colton threw his head up and down with an enthusiastic nod. "Yeah, it's the prostate - same place where I finger fucked you. When I'm jerking it, I usually pull up my boxer's waistband real hard just before I blow. It's so intense." Colton stood up and continued. "Another cool thing to do is wrap a bandana into a roll, and tie it like this." He circled his index fingers from the top of his hairless hose in opposite directions own around his junk, until they met behind his smooth, round sack. Sitting back down, Colton added, "If you tie it tight, you'll get ridiculously hard, but don't do it for long - you don't want it to fall off. And when you pull on it, while you're cumming, you might pass out. Sage smiled, gently shaking his head in wonder. He had so much to learn from his new friend. "You really like getting butt-fucked?" Sage asked. "Oh fuck, yeah. It's just...awesome. So much better than a finger. Or a carrot," Colton replied with a giggle. "It's just so sexy, being filled with dick, feeling it moving in you, and knowing a boy is totally getting off." "Especially when it's you, Sage," he added quietly, and both boys smiled with deep affection. Few of the boys Colton had been with were into ass play. But a 12-year-old in his neighborhood had initiated Colton when he was 9. "He wasn't very big at the time," Colton explained, matter-of-factly, "so it didn't hurt. But when he hit puberty, he got too big, and we stopped. He's got a girlfriend now, but once in a while he'll drive over, and we'll suck each other off." Learning how to give exquisite blow jobs from the older boy, Colton had practiced whenever he could on his straight, horny friends. He had to pretend he wasn't really into it, just really really horny. Colton was sure one of them was secretly gay, as well, but made a lot of "fag" jokes to cover it up. "That's why I'm so stoked we met," Colton slowly confided. "When I first saw you, I kinda crushed, hard. Also...I knew you had to be into guys." Sage reddened. He didn't think he acted flamboyantly. "How's that, Colt?" "It's just a sort of Spider Sense. I dunno." "Doesn't really matter, I guess," Sage replied. "It's just...only my best friend back home knows. He's into girls, but we jack each other. He lets me suck him, but doesn't return the favor." Colton nodded. "I know how that works." Even his cousin - who he was certain was gay - pretended he was just a horny straight kid when Colton sucked him. "Anyway, it's just so rad to say it: `I love dick!'" Colton added with a grin. "I love dick, too!" Sage replied, and it felt like a thousand tons were lifting from his shoulders. "I LOVE DICK!" The boys chanted at each other. "I LOVE DICK! I LOVE DICK!" The boys melted into squeals of laughter, before finally settling down. "I really love your dick," Colton said, with a lopsided smile. Talking about sex had its inevitable effect, and the boys giggled at the erections quivering below their lean, curved torsos. While Colton washed the dishes, Sage hugged him from behind, his rigid boyhood slotting up the boy's warm and moist crevice. "We should shower before heading back," Colton said, finishing up. "Together, right?" Sage asked "No duh, dude," Colton snickered, then pressed his hands against the arms wrapped around his chest. Moments later, they were upstairs, in a hallway bathroom, under a warm downpour. Arms wrapped around one another, the boys squeezed together tightly. Sage and Colton's erections crushed together, merging the boys together in a single, throbbing heartbeat. Tongues twined, and the water fall cascaded into their playful mouths. "Maybe we should do some actual washing," Sage whispered, kissing Colton's ear. "OK, Debbie Downer," Colton teased, and pulled away to admire the water coursing down his friend's lean abs, dripping off his turgid 5-inches. Taking a wash cloth and soap in hand, Colton gently scrubbed Sage's bronzed torso, then his arms and pits. Settling on his knees, he washed each of Sage's toes, his feet, and then, up the front of his slim, yet powerful swimmer's legs. Reaching the pink triangle of sun-burnt flesh, he threw away the cloth, and finger swabbed Sage. At last, he reached Sage's quivering erection, and he smiled as it bounced in the downpour. The light pink, circumcised head reminded Colton of the helmet his Dutch grandfather had worn in WWII; a swooping bell with a mushroom flare. Sage was developing more quickly than Colton, and his rigid, 5-inch boyhood was ringed at the base with a few silky, dark hairs, drenched and plastered down around its base. "Looks like you need a good washing here," Colton murmured, soaping up his hands. Holding Sage by the stem in one hand, Colton carefully formed a bubbly fist around his friend's knob, pressing the urethra into his palm, and planting his fingers behind the ridge. Corkscrewing his hand on Sage's glans, he quickly rubbed moans out of the boy. Re-lathering, he clutched Sage's shaft in praying hands, and slowly stroked up and back, from the base to the prow and back. "Uuuuuuhhhh...love that!" Sage grunted. Holding Sage's flabby sack in one hand, Colton scrubbed the hairless, milky purse with the washcloth. Clasping Sage so intimately, polishing every centimeter of his friend's ball bag, Colton grew impossibly harder. His 3 inch bone pounded angrily against its perfectly hairless base, and his small, round scrotum tightened. Sage's breath grew ragged, and his piping moans went up in pitch, and Colton knew the boy was close. Pulling away, Colton felt some of the disappointment he heard in Sage's frustrated whine. He wanted to make Sage cum, and cum hard, but he also wanted to stretch this out as long as he could, since Sage had a hair trigger. "Turn around, dude," Colton said, squinting in the downpour to smile up at his friend. His long blond hair was plastered to his neck and shoulders. Colton clambered to his feet, facing Sage's back. Carefully scouring Sage's tanned shoulders and ribcage, and then, the small of the boy's back, Colton admired his friend's slender, swimmer's physique. Just as he reached the sunburnt pink meridian, Colton got back on his knees, and scrubbed up each of Sage's legs, until he was satisfied he'd run his hands over every corded muscle. At last, Colton reached Sage's magnificent, round little bottom. Firm and sun-pink, except where Sage's jockstrap leg elastics had shielded him from the sun, they were like small, pliant cantaloupes. Colton spent a long time soaping them with his bare hands, and Sage shivered from the sensation. Then, he felt his buns part, and soapy fingers sliding up and down each fleshy, interior wall. A moment later, Colton re-lathered the washcloth, and wrapped it around his index finger. After gently polishing Sage's valley floor, Colton set to work slowly scrubbing the boy's clenching anus. Slow, circular rubs around the circumference gradually opened Sage up, and Colton gingerly fingered his friend, careful not to hurt him with the rough cloth. Sage was panting, and his cock demanded release. The sensation of a thousand little cotton nubs going a finger deep and back was almost too much, and he was grateful when Colton's finger left him. Discarding the washcloth, Colton spread Sage's cheeks once and leaned into the divide. Sage squealed when he felt Colton's tongue working his loosened opening. It wasn't the sensation so much as the idea of Colton eating him down there that made him tremble. So disgusting, and yet so sensuous. Colton's unashamed desire, and submissive veneration of Sage's ticklish back door made Sage's heart pound. And when Colton's tongue tip entered him, Sage gasped and trembled. Clutching himself by the stalk, Sage started to beat off with a full and furious fist. Colton pulled Sage's hand away, gently, but firmly, despite Sage's protests, and stood up. "Let me take care of that," Colton whispered, then nibbled on Sage's earlobe, making the boy squirm with pleasure. Nestling his turgid todger between Sage's warm, soggy butt cheeks, Colton hugged the boy from behind. Slowly, he ground in that slippery, rubbery oven, while his right hand slid down to caress Sage's tender head using the shower downpour for a lube. "I can't believe you ate my butt," Sage sighed, melting into the sensations Colton brought to his cock and bottom. "Got ya squeaky clean," Colton replied, kissing his friend on the jaw. "Freaky clean, you mean," Sage said, and both boys chuckled. Sage thought about Colton's earlier words, and bravely asked, "Do you want to ass fuck me, Colt?" Colton hugged the boy tighter, and bent to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure? It might hurt a lot." Sage was sure. He wanted to know why Colton loved taking it up the bum. Colton had Sage lean forward, pressing his hands against the tiled wall, leaving his rump in the downpour. Slowly, Colton fingered his friend for a few minutes. When Colton added a second finger, Sage winced for a moment, but the pain melted in the warm water flooding his ass. "You ready, Sage?" Colton asked. "Uh-huh," the brunette replied, nodding his head for emphasis. Gripping one of Sage's firm globes with one hand, Colton spread it away from its twin. Colton used his other hand to line up his uncut boy pole at Sage's gates. Slowly, he leaned in, and Colton's small, Cherry shaped head popped passed the portal. His foreskin unfurled as he plowed through Sage's gripping ring. "You OK, dude?" Colton asked. "Yeah, Colt, keep going," Sage replied. He didn't want to tell Colton his cock was far less of a challenge than the double fingering. Colton eased forward, staring down as his cock disappeared into friend. And then, his barren pubis rested inside Sage's sun-pink buns. He almost came from the sensation of hot boy meat braising his penis, and it flexed several times, causing both boys to moan. Sage finally understood Colton's rump hunger. Though he wasn't completely filled, just the very sensation of his friend being inside him was indescribably erotic, especially when Colton gasped and his cock twitched. And then, Colton moved it back and forth with micro thrusts, pulling against his tingly rectum. Occasionally, Colton's flesh spear landed on his prostate, sending a jolt though his ass and cock, and making his nuts briefly contract. "You feel so good," Colton sighed. His thrusts sped up until he could feel his climax in the distance, and then he slowed down. Shifting his grip, Colton stroked Sage's entire length with the same slapping rhythm his hips pounded into the boy's butt. He knew he wasn't drilling very deeply, and so he pulled out of Sage for a moment, disappointing the boy. Reaching outside the bathtub/shower, Colton pulled in a plastic stool, and set it behind Sage's left foot. "What're you doing, dude?" Sage asked. Colton grinned and replied, "You'll see in a sec." A moment later, he'd impaled Sage again. Resting his left foot on the stool, Colton used his knee and left arm to hoist the boy's thigh up, almost perpendicular to his ass. Colton admired the divot curling into Sage's butt cheek, and gave it a quick spank. Sage could feel Colton buried much deeper, sliding across his special place at an angle, and it send waves billowing across his abdomen. Taking Sage in a firm fist, Colton stroked the boy from stem to stern, while pumping into him slowly. Gradually, his pace grew faster, driven by the tingly tickles raking Colton's cock. "Feels rad, Colt!" Sage huffed. "Fuck me harder." Colton was off to the races, furiously pounding both Sage's savory butt hole and his turgid tumescence. As his fist landed on Sage's root, Colton's cock dived to meet it from within, and then they parted in the opposite direction. Hammering and pulling, Colton's fist and cock were synced pistons, unstoppable as they liquified Sage's world. At the same time, Colton's entire universe folded into the wet, Venusian heat enveloping his cock and hand. "Yes! Yes! Yes" Colt grunted. His long, sopping wet hair flew with his bobbing head as he felt the itchy tingles building into a fire burning from his cock outward through his belly. "Oh! Oh! Oh!," Sage cried. Muscles behind his nuts contracted, tightening his scrotum. "Gonna cum, Colt!" "Meee...Too!" Colton cried, as his tiny testicles pulled inward. Sage screamed, and his anus crushed Colton, and the white fire detonated, and his cock vomited into the waterfall. He might have been shooting blanks by then, but the spasms painfully wracking his body were all he cared about, and fireworks burst behind his tightly clenched eyelids. The circular vice on his anal probe pulled Colton over the edge, and he burrowed as deep as he could. He cried out and his cock strained to eject anything it could muster. He squeezed his guts through 7 thunderous contractions, distantly aware of the pubescence shuddering in his hand. At last, their climaxes faded, and Colton lowered Sage's left leg. His boyhood slithered out of Sage's bottom, still semi-hard, but not rigid enough to hold purchase. Pulling Sage up by the shoulders, Colton hugged his friend from behind once more, and kissed his cheek. "That was fucking hot, Sage," Colton sighed in the boy's ear. "You should have felt it on my end." A little sheepishly, Colton quietly said, "I'm sorry I'm not bigger, dude." Sage turned around with a smile, and hugged Colton. "All things in time, Colt," Sage replied. "Besides, it's not the meat, it's the motion." Both boys giggled at the tired cliché. "Seriously, Colt, it felt amaaaazing. If you were any bigger, it might not have worked." Running his fingers through Colton's long, drenched blond hair, and stared into the surfer boy's blue eyes. Colton lost himself in the brunette boy's liquid, hazel eyes, and his lips found Sage's, sharing a long, but tender kiss. Sage scrubbed Colton down, but with none of the teasing the taller boy's teasing. Finished, the boys toweled off. Sage's penis and nuts ached, and his hole was sore. "My dick literally hurts," Sage said, as the boys tossed their towels in a hamper. "You want me to kiss it and make it better?" Colton asked, half-heartedly. His own young flesh was suffering, as well. Sage groaned. "Maybe tonight," he replied, thinking he might have to ice his junk, first. "Either way, I'll give you your jock back tonight." "No," Colton replied, while they pulled on their clothes. "You keep it. You look super sweet in it." Sage blushed a little. Though they'd become very close within the first week of camp, Colton's complements always caught him off-guard. As they walked their bicycles out of the garage to ride back to their dorm, a wave of sadness washed over Sage. "I can't believe we only have another week to hang out." "Been thinking about that, dude," Colton replied, closing the garage behind them, and setting the security code. "Your mom coming up for Parent's Day tomorrow?" "Yep," Sage replied, mounting his bike, and looked at his friend in curiosity. "So are my folks. They can meet, and get to know each other. And then I'll ask if you can come stay with us for a week or two." Sage grinned. "Really?" His joy was staggering. He couldn't dare hope Colton felt the same way about him as Sage felt about Colton. "Yeah, dude. I'll teach you how to surf." Colton smiled and added quietly, "I really like you, Sage." "I really REALLY like you, Colt," Sage whispered. "Well, I REALLY REALLY REALLY like you, Colton replied, and both boys laughed, riding back to the dorm. It was just the beginning of a very long relationship, and they'd remember this camping session for the rest of their lives.