Date: Tue, 18 May 2021 03:05:34 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 5 After summer camp, Sage visits Colton, and the boys share some kinks. 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 ============================================================ "Lookin' rad, Sage!" Colton Vannerman called out to his friend, who was emerging from the ocean with a long-board under one arm. Brushing his wet, shoulder-length blond hair away from his eyes, Colton didn't just mean Sage's form on a board. His brunette friend was sleek and shapely eye-candy. Sage Arsenault grinned. "I guess I'm not a total loser on this thing." "You're no gremmie, dude," Sage replied with a sincere smile. After 3 days with Colton's dad's egg-nosed board, Sage was feeling a lot more confident than when he started. Still, it'd be a while before he could shred like Colton, if ever. Oxnard's bright ocean air, spiced with honeysuckle, was so much better than the smog and dust Sage was accustomed to at home in Burbank, an hour away. But with or without the beach, nothing would have kept him from staying with Colton's family for a couple of weeks. He'd never had a closer friend. "Gonna get you on a short board by next week," Colton said, tossing his friend his damp towel. "Yeah, sure, Colt" Sage chuckled, not sharing the same optimism. Both 13-year-olds yearned to hug, but settled for a high-five. In the early 90s, it was rare for boys to openly show same sex attraction. Yet it seemed more than chance that these two had found one another at coaching camp earlier that summer. They were like machined parts, designed to fit precisely together, physically and emotionally. Sage peeled off his sleeveless wetsuit top. While the brunette toweled off, Colton surveyed Sage's lithe, yet muscular body, toned from years of competitive swimming. Sage's baggy blue board shorts had slipped down his slender hips, revealing a couple of inches of the black speedo he wore underneath, and Colton's penis, shrink-wrapped into a ball from hours in the ocean, began to unfurl. Bending down to dry his legs, Sage gazed at his shirtless friend's sculpted body. Colton was taller, and his thighs were a little thicker. But like Sage, he was sun-bronzed and lean, and Colton's board shorts hung below his tan line. A band of ivory crossed his smooth muscular "V," and Sage hungered to caress the hairless loins lurking below. Colton caught him staring, and giggled. "If we burn rubber, we can eat before lunch." Grinning, Sage felt his own water-shriveled junk unravelling, and his few meager pubes raked like a cheese grater on his tender, circumcised head. The boys hurriedly lashed their boards to their bikes' racks, and raced toward Colton's house, a few miles away. Breathing heavily and sweating, the boys arrived at the Vannermans' Spanish-style home. After stowing their bikes and boards, they raced upstairs to Colton's bedroom and tossed their backpacks in a corner. Wrapping their arms around one another, their lips met for a long and languid kiss. Colton traced his fingers across Sage's back and sighed in his friend's ear. "Dude, you feel so good." His penis hardened against Sage, in an uncomfortable, downward angle. Secured in its lycra nest, Sage's erection stretched up the front of his Speedo, throbbing eagerly against Colton. He glanced at his watch and frowned. "We've gotta hit it in like 30 minutes, Colt," Sage said. "You think we have time?" Even though he had lawns to mow that afternoon, like every afternoon, there was no way Colton was leaving without jumping Sage's bones. "Shut up and kiss me, " Colton replied. As their lips met again, Colton untied Sage's board shorts, and then his own, letting them fall to their ankles. The boys' tongues chased in and out of each other's mouths, and their heads began to corkscrew. Colton's hands glided down Sage's sides, then he squeezed his friend's bigger, rigid boyhood through his skin tight swim briefs. At 5 inches, it almost reached Sage's waistband. Sage moaned in Colton's mouth, and he caressed the boy's solid, slender bottom with both hands. After getting up at dawn to hit the waves, this was first chance the pair had that day to express their passion, and feed their feverish desires. Colton thought nothing was as sexy as Sage in a Speedo, and the brunette was more than happy to gratify him, so long as the adorable blond got naked in the process. Sage clasped Colton's uncut 3 inches with his fingertips, and gently masturbated his knob with its foreskin. Colton gripped Sage through his Speedo in a full fist. Soft and stretchy and smooth, the thin spandex may have been opaque, but it left little to the imagination. Colton treasured every contour he could feel. While he stroked Sage, he brought his other fingers to to tickle the boy's tightly bound balls through their skin-tight wrapper. "Uhhh! That feels good!" Sage groaned, rubbing the side of his face against Colton's, and kissing his cheek. The churning fabric amplified the friction on his raging boy cock, and he vas vibrating, electric. His moans grew higher in pitch, and it was good the boys were alone in the house, because his piping grew louder. Leaning back to gaze at the pleasure spreading across Sage's face, Colton rubbed Sage faster, in a tighter grip. Despite their love making the night before, Sage still had a hair trigger. He could feel muscles pulling his nuts inward. With the itchy tingles coursing into a fire, he warned Colton his climax was looming. Colton briefly stopped, but only long enough to guide Sage to his double bed, where the brunette boy lay down, with his lower legs draped off the edge. Colton spread Sage's slim, yet corded legs, and knelt between them. Colton hands feathered up Sage's hairless thighs, then palmed the boy's quivering genitals, and rubbed him for a moment with the flat of his hand. Hard, warm, and moist from more than the ocean, it was a feast for Colton's fingers. Pulling his hand away, Colton leaned down and kissed along Sage's turgid boyhood, pounding in its sexy, subjugating straight jacket. Grasping Sage with a thumb and two fingers, Colton stroked the shaft, while he engulfed the boy's helmet with his mouth. Sucking and licking and stroking Sage through his Speedo, Colton was so aroused it was a miracle he didn't cum without being touched. Though the fabric was very thin, the oral sensations weren't having the same effect on Sage as they did on Colton. Still, knowing his friend was so thoroughly turned on, worshipping his cock, Sage's heart was aflame. The friction burning along his stem joined the firestorm, and Sage was panting and moaning in time with the steady rub-rub-rubbing. And then he felt the muscles pulling, and his nuts contracting. His hips pumped up and down and his stomach tightened. Sage's cock detonated with itchy, icy fire, spewing violently into his Speedo. He squealed loudly through gritting teeth, and Colton stroked him faster, sucking and swallowing Sage's seed, strained through spandex. After 2 or 3 jets, Sage pulsated drily, and his hips stopped rocking. Colton held him gently with his fingers, sitting back on his heels to watch Sage recover. "Whoa, dude," Sage groaned, and glanced at his watch. Colton had taken care of business in less than 7 minutes. "Come here." Colton lay on top of Sage, their sweaty torsos sealed, and the boys' lips met tenderly for a long, luxurious kiss. Slowly, Colton ground his hardness into Sage's wilted junk. A few pumps later, Sage winced. "Too sensitive, dude," Sage whispered, then asked Colton to get up for a moment. As the blond rose to his feet, Sage rolled over, and repositioned himself so his hips were bent upwards on the bed's edge. Looking over his shoulder, Sage grinned at his friend, and slapped his lycra-bound bottom. "Take me here, big boy," Sage said in a mock sultry voice, and Colton chuckled. At the same time, Colton could have drooled, enraptured by those slender, steely globes, barely concealed within the skimpy, midnight fabric. Caressing Sage's buns for a moment, then squeezing each, he marveled at their pliancy. Sage's little ass was a gravity well sucking Colton onto him, and he docked his torso to his friend's back. Moving around until his raging, naked, hairless, pubescent prong slotted within Sage's spandex gulley, he sighed from the feeling of hot, velvety walls enveloping him. All that separated him from Sage's mounds was the boy's delightfully enticing, and yet oh so frustrating Speedo. "Fuck, your ass feels so good, dude," Colton whispered, kissing Sage on his cheek. "You're so hard, Colt," Sage quietly replied. "I can feel it beating." Sliding his hands under Sage's arm pits, and anchoring himself with his friend's shoulders from the front, Colton locked his toes in the carpet below and pushed. First slowly, then faster, Colton ground his fleshy peg back and forth in his friend's tightly bound crevice. "Go on, dude!" Sage encouraged his friend. "Pump me hard!" Colton loved humping Sage, especially in Speedos. The slick, springy material was made for cocks to glide in and rub against. Soon, Colton used his anchored feet to drive harder, pounding his friend faster. Panting and grunting, his breath was as fast and hot as his hips. His foreskin rolled and unrolled rhythmically, and his tender knob dragged furiously through the lycra furrow. He thrust and thrust and thrust madly, losing himself in prick friction. "That's it dude! Faster!" Sage urged Colton, reaching back to squeeze the boy's solid little buns with both hands, pulling his friend in harder thrusts. "Uh...uhhh....uhhh...So...sweet!" Colton grunted. He was on fire, and the cock-searing tingles radiated from his angry bone into his anus. Muscles contracted, tightening his small, round scrotum. "Gonna cum...Sage!" Colton gasped, hips throttling like a two-stroke engine. "Cum for me, baby! Cum all over me!" Itchy, tingly flames burst in Colton's little boyhood, and his hips punched violently with each spastic eruption. Glass-shatteringly high-pitched moans trilled out of him, until his cock shuddered with feeble, dry convulsions that finally died away. Collapsing on Sage, Colton hugged the boy from behind, while catching his breath. Sage caressed Colton's smooth little buttocks and sighed, gleeful with his friend's dramatic crescendo "Holy shit!" Colton heaved, resting his perspiration-soaked face against Sage's. "Felt like a good one, dude," Sage said, quietly. "I wish you I could have let you hump my dick, so I could see you cum." "How about tonight?" Colton asked, rolling off his friend. Looking at Sage's bum, he couldn't see much of his modest seed, since he still produced so little. Still, he'd almost passed out from the explosion in his groin. "Mmm-hmmm!" Sage replied, nodding his head with an enthusiastic grin, then rose to his feet. The boys quickly showered, scrubbing away sea salt, sand and sex, while scrupulously avoiding inflaming one another's semi-swollen cocks. Pulling on shorts and t-shirts, the boys quickly wolfed down sandwiches, and biked away to earn some money. ================================================= The hot August son blazed down through a cloudless blue sky. Sage and Colton made the rounds to three homes sequentially. At each stop, Colton uncovered hidden keys, along with payment he divided with Sage. While Colton used the owners' mowers and string cutters, Sage pulled weeds and trimmed hedges. And as they worked at each stop, they strip off their shirts, letting sweat drain down their lean, hairless torsos. Beltless, their shorts slid down their skinny hips, exposing a couple of inches of perspiration-soaked underwear. Finishing the third job, the boys drank from a hose, and chatted about the last stop. "Final place is my uncle Ryan's, Colton said, shutting off the water. "You think Cassie'll be home?" Sage asked, referring to Colton's cousin. The fiery redhead had also been at coaching camp, joining Colton for the soccer program. Though chatty and bossy, Cassie had grown on Sage, and he'd been looking forward to seeing her. "Not likely," Colton replied, getting on his bike. "She's baby sitting all week." "Is that why she hasn't been surfing with us?" Sage asked, strapping on his helmet. "She hits a beach with gnarlier waves," Colton replied, not mentioning that it was his usual spot, and a locals-only area where Sage would have been unwelcome. Passing a couple of Colton's soccer team mates, the boys stopped to chat. Of course, they traded braggadocios commentary about various girls, and Sage was amused at the ease with which Colton and he casually passed as ordinary, middle school pussy hounds. At the same time, he wished they could be publicly open and honest about themselves. Minutes later, they arrived at a ranch-style house, and Colton let them in with his own key. As they passed through on their way to the garage, they heard girls' voices through an open window in the living room. Walking over, they looked out, and spied Cassie and a pretty girl with long brunette hair, curled together on a chaise lounge by a swimming pool. They were topless, caressing one another, and they interspersed their words with kisses that grew more passionate. Colton stepped away quickly, and Sage followed. "What the fuck...?" Sage whispered, flummoxed. "She's supposed to be working. I dunno," Colton replied. "Anyway, the other girl is Sandy, Cassie's girlfriend. She's pretty cool." "Girlfriend...?" Sage pondered. "I thought she was into guys." "She's ALSO into guys. The ones she dates think Sandy's just her friend," Colton explained. "Actually, that's what everybody thinks." Colton and his cousin Cassie were very close, so it only made sense he knew as much about her love life as she knew of his. "Well, whadda we do?" Colton went to the front door. Opening it, then slamming it shut, he called out, "Anyone home?" There was a pause, and they heard, "We're out here, Colt!" By the time the boys emerged on the pool deck, the girls had disentangled their limbs, but they hand't pulled on their bikini tops. Seeing Sage, Cassie flew out the chaise, running toward him. "Speedo Boy!" Cassie squealed with delight, wrapping him in a fierce hug. "Hey Cass," he replied, hugging her back. "I didn't think I'd see you 'til Saturday," she said, pulling away from Sage. For a moment, his eyes drifted down to her creamy, freckled chest, and stared at her boobs. Each the size of half a softball, they were crested with large, pink nipples. "Yeah, they're tits," Cassie said, laughing. "Whaddya think?" Sage gave her a lopsided grin. "They're...awesome, I guess?" They were the first naked pair he'd ever seen. And though he'd been curious, they didn't do much for him. "Dude, you really are a total homo," she replied, in a gently teasing tone. "Perfect for my cuz." Taking Sage by the hand, she pulled the boy over to the other girl. "Sage, this is my friend, Sandy. Sandy, this Sage, the boy from camp." As they shook hands, Sage made sure to keep his eyes up. "I've heard a lot about you, Sage," Sandy said, with a mysterious smile. "He looks SO HOT in his little Speedo," Cassie said, in a stage whisper, wagging her eyebrows. Sage blushed, and was glad when Colton told the girls they had a front lawn to tend. Leading the way to the garage where the mower was stored, Colton said, "Cassie's partly right. You are hot - but in anything." "Colt..." Sage replied, abashed. "Stop." Flattery made him uncomfortable. "I mean it. Come here, dude." In the garage's gloom, they kissed tenderly, and squished each other in hugs. 30 minutes later, pouring sweat and shirtless, the boys put away their tools, retrieved sodas from the fridge, and returned to the backyard. The girls were floating in the shady end of the pool and eyed the bands of underwear girding the boys' waists. "Hey, you guys getting in?" Sage wished he brought a swim suit. Canvas shorts took forever to dry. But just then, Colton had already kicked off his shoes and socks, and was dropping his shorts. He was wearing baggy white boxers with thin, red, vertical stripes. Though Sage wasn't really concerned that his plain, white briefs were becoming unfashionable for teenagers, he was more concerned with how revealing they became when wet. Besides, the way his shorts had hung low on his hips, the girls already knew what kind of underwear he wore. Colton was splashing in the pool by the time Sage dropped his shorts. One of the girls whistled, and then he heard Cassie's gently mocking tone. "Mmmm, nice tighty whities, dude!" She turned to Sandy. "I told ya he was hot. His speedos are even smaller." Sandy nodded, with an appraising smile. "Colt, you should wear bun huggers, too. Show off those shapely stems, dude." Just before Sage could jump into the pool, Cassie stopped him. There was a look of gleeful evil on her face, and she insisted Colt and Sage follow her into the house. Cassie never took "no" for an answer, and she quickly shepherded both boys inside. "Be right back, Sandy," Cassie called over her shoulder. Sandy laughed. She figured that whatever Cassie had in mind would be amusing. And five minutes later, she wasn't wrong. "Check it out, Sandy!" Cassie said, sashaying across the deck in Colton's dripping boxers, with a hand on her hip. "Come on, you guys," she called into the house. Colton emerged awkwardly, wearing Sage's undies. Though taller, he was about the same waist size, and Sage's underpants clung to him fetchingly. But few boys in his middle school still wore briefs, so he was very self-conscious. Boxers billowed, and were more like curtains than underwear, while the stretchy white underpants gripping him now were shamelessly revealing. The sensation of Sage's groin sweat on him had set his penis swelling from the moment he'd pulled on his friend's undies, and his growing hardness pressed out like a white cotton prow. He quickly trotted over to get in the pool. "Woo woo!" Sandy called. "That's the shit, Colt." "Come on, Sage," Cassie ordered, and the slender brunette slumped out. Sandy's eyes flew open and she stifled a laugh. She didn't want to shame a new acquaintance, particularly one so close to Colton, but the red satin girl panties the boy wore were hilariously feminine, and yet alluringly erotic. They hugged Sage's slender frame tightly and invitingly, bisecting a muscular pelvic "V". A pallid halo of flesh untouched by the sun outlined the panties, a section of flesh covered by Sage's Speedo. The lingerie left very little to the imagination, especially Sage's slightly swollen genitalia. "Whoa. You sexy fucker!" Sandy said, as the boy dashed into the pool to submerge his embarrassment from view. With somewhat girly features, the slender boy almost made her interested in dick. Almost. "Your mom definitely didn't buy you those," Sandy remarked to Cassie, with a chuckle. Cassie laughed, shaking her head. "A definite negatory." The foursome, chatted and joked and floated around, chilling in the pool for an hour or two. Fortunately, Colton's erection retreated, and Sage almost forgot about the panties, so the girls found other things to tease them about. Dissecting movies, and chatting about sports and celebrities, the two couples were like any group of kids that age, except that one boy was in girl's underpants, and his best friend liked caressing him in them. They all made vague plans to hit a movie together, avoiding the term "double date." It grew near the hour for Colton and Sage to head home, and the kids climbed out of the pool. Sage led the way up the ladder. The tiny panties he wore only covered half of his slender, shapely buns, making the girls giggle at his exposed divide, while Colton's cock twitched at the sight. The girls had barely gotten their tops on when they heard Cassie's dad call out, "We're home!" "Shit!" Cassie hissed, wrapping a towel around her waist to hide her cousin's boxers. "They're here early." The boys barely pulled on their shorts and t-shirts before Cassie's dad stepped outside. He'd taken the day off from work to take his two sons fishing (something Cassie hated). A tall, good looking man, he was also clearly the source of Cassie's flame-red hair, and out-sized personality. He greeted the teens boisterously, and made sure Colton found the money he'd left for his chores. "No problem, Uncle Ryan," the boy replied, pulling on his shoes and socks. "This is my friend, Sage." "The famous Sage, eh?" Ryan said, with a smile, shaking the boy's hand. "Nice to finally meet you." "Nice to meet you, Mr. McDonald," he replied, bashfully. What have Cassie and Colton been saying about him? "Mr. McDonald's my dad. I'm Uncle Ryan to you," the man said. "Hope we'll be seeing you at Cassie's birthday party on Saturday." "Yes, sir - uh, Uncle Ryan - I'll be there," the boy replied, tying his shoe laces. Unable to sort out their underwear, the boys rode their bikes with damp, ass-shaped silhouettes creeping across the backs of their canvas shorts. Arriving home, they barely had time to pull on hoodies, before they were hustled into the family van with Colton's older sister, to meet up with another family for pizza. After a long day of surfing and chores, Sage and Colton were exhausted when they finally brushed their teeth that night. Wishing the family good night, the boys closed Colton's bedroom door, turned off the lights, and shucked their shorts and t-shirts. Sage gazed through the window at the swirling summer night fog glowing from street lamps, noticing how much thicker it was on the coast than inland. It was surreal, and even though the house was warm inside, the site of those damp clouds made him shiver, and seek the comfort of Colton's arms. Hugging each other tightly, the boys savored the moment. Colton's hands fanned around Sage's slender back, eventually gliding to the boy's panty-bound buttocks. "God, this feels nice," Colton whispered. Slowly caressing Sage's satiny bottom, he treasured his friend's warmth against him. He felt Sage's penis swelling, and his erection followed. "Yeah, dude. This is sweet," Sage replied, and he didn't just mean the firm buns he squeezed though snug and fluffy bleached cotton. He adored Colton deeply, more than any other friend. Colton was someone he could trust with the secrets in his heart. "Fuck, I'm lucky." "Shhh. We're both lucky," Colton replied, unsure of how to describe his feelings. Their lips met to communicate what words could not. Slowly, their kisses turned more passionate, and their tongues began to dance. Sage's hardness stretched out at an uncomfortable angle in his snug little panties, and he adjusted it to rise straight up. His helmet peeked out from the glossy red wrapper like a periscope. Still caressing Sage's butt cheeks with one hand, Colton's other hand glided around to cup Sage's sack though its silky prison. He squeezed and tickled the boy's nuts, making Sage moan in his mouth. His lips trailed to Sage's earlobe, while he continued fondling his friend in front and back. "You're really sexy in this," Colton whispered in Sage's ear. "And you're a total weirdo," Sage replied fondly, and with a chuckle, mentioned Colton's infatuation with supporters and speedos, and now girls' underwear. Colton grinned and admitted his kinks, but reminded Sage that, "I didn't force you into a jock at camp," when they had messed around one afternoon. Sage grinned. It was true. It was weirdly beguiling to bare his bottom, while his tumescence was constricted in one of Colton's fancy, silky pouches. And Colton was so seductive, naked but for a shiny triangle hiding his pink treasures. Colton lead Sage to his bed by the hand. While Colton was bending to pull down the covers, Sage surveyed Colton's slender bottom, clearly revealed by form-fitting cotton. It almost glowed with reflected light, broadcasting the firm wealth it barely concealed, and as Colton stood up, his briefs contrasted enchantingly with the boy's bronzed tummy. Sage felt like he was starving, and being taunted by a familiar feast hidden under a serving cover. He started to understand Colton's love of teasing underwear. "You know, you look really sexy in those, dude," Sage whispered, tracing his fingers up and down the front of Colton's briefs. In his mind's eye, he could picture every detail he felt. He craved the taste of Colton's cock, but continued tormenting his friend with the faintest of touches. "You think so?" Colton asked. He actually preferred his junk being snuggled tightly, rather than hanging loose in his now customary, billowy shower curtains, which was the reason he didn't just wear jock straps for athletics. He didn't like his bits swinging pendulously like a bell clapper, while he walked around. At the same time, he didn't want any of the ridicule bun huggers seemed to instigate at school. Still, maybe he'd keep some around for Sage's visits... Kissing his friend deeply, Colton had him lay down with his slender legs spread apart. Lying on top of Sage, he made sure their cocks pressed together, before kissing the boy again for a moment. At the same time, Colton's slid his hand under Sage's smooth armpits, to hold his friend's shoulders from behind. Slowly, steadily Colton's firm flanks rose and fell, grinding his cotton-cloaked cock into Sage's panty-pounding penis, making the boy groan. With soft friction gently dragging along their throbbing cocks, shimmering tingles burst with each abrading thrust, and the boys' fatigue evaporated. "Oh, dude. Fuck my dick," Sage whispered. "I'm gonna hump you so hard, baby" Colton replied, quietly. "Lemme know when you're gettin' close." Grinding with greater momentum, Colton drove his quivering boyhood like a steam roller up Sage's length and back. Every thrust was slow and intentional, tormenting them both with itching palpitations, and soon the boys' undies dampened. Sage caressed Colton's buns through their stretchy white bindings. Though slender, his butt cheeks felt warm and dense. Sage's fingers dug through fluffy softness to clutch the solid firmament within, pulling Colton onto him. He couldn't help moaning loudly, and Colton stifled his passionate piping with a deep kiss. Sage's nuts were beginning to contract, and he uncoupled his lips from Colton's. "I'm getting close, Colt," Sage heaved. Immediately, Colton hoisted his hips up and off, using his knees for leverage. Sage shook a little, and panted, but he was glad to feel the tide in his nuts recede. He wanted to last a little longer. Colton rested on his friend once again, and they kissed tenderly for a moment. With glacial slowness, Colton's hips resumed their metronomic rise and fall, grinding cock against cock with an uncompromising cadence, and a tempestuous pressure. Sage's pelvis rose to meet Colton's, rubbing his prong against his friend's with reflexive desperation. Colton could read Sage's volcanic tremors, and once again, he peeled off his friend. This time, Sage groaned with frustration. He needed release that Colton was not about to provide. When his breathing slowed, Colton's groin met Sage's once again, and his relentless rocking resumed. The boys' smooth and sinewy bodies undulated together, rippling like eels. Though their propulsive force was gracefully synched for a while, Sage's thrusts grew more frantic, autonomously driving in response to his prick's withering need. Sage's urgent, chaotic pumps telegraphed a plea into Colton's groin, and the blond's cock almost surrendered. But Colton was a cruel task master on a mission. Quickly, he pulled off of Sage, just before they would both be seized in a convulsive maelstrom. Colton grunted through gritting teeth, while Sage whimpered with despair. He was still on the precipice, and his hand flew to stroke himself through his skimpy panties. Colton gently pulled Sage's hand from his his loins. "Whyyyy?" Sage whined. He couldn't stand the pressure in his nuts. "I wanna eat your load," Colton whispered with a grin. Scooting down, Colton knelt, and brushed his face all over Sage's tremulous groin, relishing the pole throbbing against his cheeks and lips and nose through the silky, shiny tent. He kissed all the way up Sage's turgid boyhood. When he reached Sage's glistening, circumcised knob, dripping beyond his waistband, Sage's hips pushed upward. Colton knew he couldn't hold his friend at the edge much longer. Pulling down the front of Sage's satin undies, and hooking the waistband under his smooth, hairless scrotum, Colton took Sage's five inches with a thumb and index finger at the lightly feathered base. Pointing Sage's vibrating love gun toward his lips, Colton swirled his tongue around the vaguely spicy head, felt a little more syrup bubble out of Sage's nozzle, and heard a muffled moan. With a pillow hugged to his face, Sage felt his lower body autonomously flexing, going rigid from his toes to his anus. Muscles were contracting, pulling tissues leading to his nuts. He needed to cum so badly, and yet time seemed to drag. Colton's lips sealed around his glans, and Sage could feel climax looming. Colton sucked him with pursed lips, and lashed his buttressing frenulum with his tongue, while stroking his stem with finger tips. Sage's cock flared with itchy fire. Stars burst in Sage's tightly clenched eyelids, and his hips thrust involuntarily again and again, forcing his spasming boyhood deep in Colton's mouth with each thunderous burst. Distantly, he registered a thumping sound with each eruption, and he'd find out later it had been the headboard cracking against the wall. At last, he collapsed, and Colton let his softening member slip from his lips, then put the tight panties in place. He'd almost been choked by the first bucking surge, and yanked his head up and down, riding Sage's orgasm like a bronco. By the time Sage was finished, Colton had collected three small squirts of watery boy juice on his tongue. Swirling it around for a moment, he savored the slightly sweet and salty flavor, then eagerly swallowed. Clambering up, Colton curled around his friend, gazing on his still vibrating body. "You OK, dude?" Colton asked, with a smile, and traced his fingertips across the boy's perspiring chest. Sage's entire body was so sensitive, he slightly recoiled from the lightest touch. Sage could only gasp and flop his head up and down, giving his friend an open-mouthed smile. Finally, he caught his breath. "You almost killed me, dude," Sage said, and he was barely exaggerating. "It's so intense when you stop before you cum," Colton said, agreeing, "and you do it a couple of times, and it builds up. I do it when I'm jerking off. I can do it about 4 times, then I just have to blow my load." "Wow. Fuck. It's almost torture." Sage replied. Turning on his side, Sage smiled at his friend, and gave him a languid kiss, tasting a vague trace of himself in Colton's mouth. At the same time, he palmed Colton's hardness through his undies. Rubbing Colton with the flat of his hand, he slowly polished the boy with lightly dampened cotton. The boys' lips drifted apart, and they drank in each other's smiles. Telling Colton to let him know when he was nearing orgasm, Sage positioned the boy on his back, and knelt between his legs. Taking Colton's tumescence in hand, with a thumb on one side, his pointer finger lying along the erection's thumping length, and his third finger on the other side, he gently stroked him through his underpants, up and back, slowly, steadily; teasing, taunting, tantalizing. At the same time, Sage caressed the boy's inner thighs, then tickled his his nuts in their cotton basket. Colton's breathing grew heavy, and his slender abs rhythmically rolled. Sage stroked him a little faster, and a little harder, and gently squeezed Colton's nuts in tempo. Colton groaned, and his hips started a gentle grinding. Sage leaned down and kissed Colton's head through its cotton cloaking, then replaced his fingers with his lips. With his mouth perpendicular to Colton's pulsating prong, he gripped its sides with his lips, and dragged his mouth up and back. Being gently masturbated by lips on the far side of his underpants made Colton shake. He sensed his genitals pulling, and his little cannon loading. Sage kissed and licked Colton's knob through his almost flavorless wet spot. When Sage started rubbing him again with his fingers, while suckling the head through its glowing white wrapper, Colton gasped and warned of his imminent climax. Sage pulled completely off, and sat back on his heels. Smiling, he enjoyed watching the aching tremors rippling across his friend's sleek body. After Colton gave the all-clear signal, Sage snaked his fingers into the boy's fly, and threaded the 3-inch throbber through, then gently pulled the smooth round bag out, as well. Smiling in admiration of Colton's loins, which were as utterly hairless as the rest of his body, Sage decided they looked sumptuous framed in a sea of white cotton. With both sets of fingertips, Sage delicately tickled every millimeter of Colton's pink, pubescent junk. As Colton's breathing grew heavier, Sage palmed the boy's still infertile sperm factory, humbling it with his hand's size. While he gently rubbed each testicle with his thumb, Sage lazily massaged Colton's glans with its own foreskin. Slowly, gently rubbing the moist, bullet shaped head, Sage pulled moans out of his friend, as well as a couple of clear beads of moisture bubbling from Colton's his piss-slit. When Colton's hips started gently thrusting once more, Sage pulled his hand away from the boy's nozzle, and merely held his bag until Colton's hips stopped grinding, and his breath grew more regular. Sage Indolently stroked Colton's teary-eyed trouser snake with its foreskin once more, while rolling the boy's little grapes in his other hand. Sliding his hand down to grip Colton's rigid shaft firmly with four fingers, Sage slowly rubbed the boy from root to ridge, making sure his friend's skin continued billowing over his sensitive head. Appearing and disappearing in the dim light like a prairie dog in its burrow, Colton's glans mesmerized Sage, and he stroked his friend faster. Colton's nuts tightened again, and his abdomen heaved with each stroke. His hips began rolling again, and when his moans reached a fever pitch, Sage pulled his hands away, letting Colton's cock flail in vain against his cotton-clad loins. Colton shuddered from the orgasm threatening to spill, and yet drifting away. "Please, dude, I can't take much more," Colton panted, and Sage smiled sympathetically at the boy's anguished need. "OK, Colt," Sage whispered. "This is the lightening money round." Wetting his middle finger with his mouth, Sage slid it into Colton's leg elastics near the boy's nuts, and sailed it into the sweat dampened bun grotto. Gently twirling, he slowly drilled through Colton's clenching anus, and found the boy's acorn. Raking across it, and pushing into it with a measured beat, Sage soon saw bigger droplets dribble from Colton's urethra. Colton's pursed mouth opened widely, crunching his closed eyelids tightly, as if he were screaming silently. Yet his lungs emptied non-vocally, like a bellows, and then his lips pursed together again. Opening and closing rhythmically, his mouth, moved in unison with the waves of pleasure erupting from his prostate, and washing across his belly. A minute later, Colton's hips were rocking, pressing against his impalement. Sage took Colton's rod in his fist, jacking him in time with his fingering. Gently twisting his wrist every time he plunged down, he burnished Colton with corkscrewing tingles, and the boy's gasps turned to shrill moans. "Gonna cum, Sage," he panted, "Gonna, cum so hard!" Sage replaced his stroking hand with his hungry mouth, sucking continuously, while bobbing his head up and down as fast as he could. It wasn't artful, but within moments, Sage ripped an explosive eruption from Colton's seething sausage. Colton's anus crushed Sage's finger, and a thin jet squirted into the back of his mouth. And then another. And yet a third! He'd never known Colton to shoot so much, and he eagerly swallowed the nearly flavorless, immature jizz. Colton's thrusts waned away, and Sage milked dry pulses, while he gently removed his finger from the boy's tender hole. Colton shuddered when he finally finished, and then Sage parked his well-worked love tractor in its cotton barn. Wiping his finger on a tissue from its bedside box, Sage pulled the covers up, and curled around Colton, sliding his thigh over his friend's. Feeling Sage's re-engorged boyhood pressing into his thigh, Colton slid his fingers around it, giving him a gentle squeeze. "You want me to take care of Mr. Perky?" Colton whispered. Sage sighed, and yawned. "If you want to. But I'm not staying up for it." Almost immediately after the words left him, Sage's long day overcame him, and he fell into a dreamless sleep. ====================================== "Morning boys," Ashlee said, pouring herself coffee in the pre-dawn hour. Colton's shapely, blond older sister leaned against the counter in a one-piece bathing suit and a sweat shirt. She was off from her job that day, was going to hit the waves with the boys, and with her brand new license, was going to drive them all to the beach. Sage and Colton mumbled hellos, and raggedly set about getting cereal for breakfast. "Jeez, my dudes," Ashlee said, arching an eyebrow, "you were pretty loud, last night." The boys froze, turning their heads toward her. Ashlee chuckled. "I mean, you haven't exactly been quiet any night. But last night was kinda epic." Seeing both boys grow beet red, she ruffled her brother's long hair with a grin and a shrug. "No worries, Colt. It's about time you came out, anyway." "Wha-what do you mean, Ash?" "Come on, it's obvious you're into dudes. And it's not like you bothered getting out the blow-up bed your friends normally sleep on." The boys blushed and stared at their feet, and Ashlee tried to soothe them. "Look, it's no big deal. Mom and Dad are waiting for you to make the first move, whenever you're ready," she said. "Besides, their room's down the hall, and they probably didn't hear anything last night." She wasn't helping. ================================== To be continued...