Date: Fri, 28 May 2021 21:31:26 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In the Summer | Part 6 After coaching camp, two young friends growing very closed, during a visit later in the summer. 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 ============================================================ "We're almost there, Sage," Colton's mother called to the back of the van, where Sage Arsenault had been fighting motion sickness from the windy mountain road. Colton had been discreetly holding Sage's hand until moments earlier, when the boy grew queasy, and Colton spoke up. "I'm OK, Mrs. Vannerman," he squawked. In fact, he'd become suddenly distracted by Colton's fingers. Leaving Sage's hand, they'd slid into the boy's board shorts, and past the Speedo he wore underneath, to play with Sage's junk. Thankfully, the two 13-year-olds sat pressed together, with the rest of the bench seat stacked with coolers. The daypacks on the boys' laps hid the source of Sage's growing smile from Colton's older sister, Ashlee, when she turned to see if he were OK. Sage was painfully rigid, and when he slid his fingers into Colton's board shorts, and the brand new Speedo therein, he found a smaller erection just as swollen as his own. Colton traced from Sage's circumcised tip, down the slight brunette's turgid 4-inches, to the seam dividing Sage's soft and still hairless sack, and then back, feathering him with the lightest touch. Sage copied Colton, move for move, though he grew hungry for more forceful friction. Being teased so slowly, and so delicately was becoming pure torment. Colton giggled at Sage's barely repressed anguish. At the same time, Colton was also starting to lose his devilish self-control. Colton stopped tracing Sage, and played with the few silky hairs ringing the boy's pulsing prong. Sage couldn't mirror this with Colton's still barren loins, so he was satisfied with caressing his friend's hairless pubis, until the Vannerman van finally came to a halt. Pulling their hands out of each other's crotches, Sage and Colton were glad they had skin tight swim briefs under their board shorts, cinching their erections up behind their flies. Sage always wore one under baggy swim suits because of the increasing frequency of awkward, random erections. Finding Speedos mysteriously alluring, Colton had just purchased one for himself, the day before, and was pleasantly surprised by the added bonus of boner-concealment. "Whaddya think, dude?" Colton asked, after they'd climbed out of the van, and gestured at the rugged terrain surrounding the dirt parking area. A handful of other contemporary, early 90s vehicles rested in the shade of pine trees and coastal oak. "It's sweet, Colt," Sage replied, marveling at how green the coastal mountains were. In contrast, the arid San Gabriel mountains, rising behind Sage's home town of Burbank an hour east, were only green for a month or two in winter. Lugging a cooler between them, the two best friends followed Ashlee and her boyfriend, carrying another cooler, while Colton's parents lead the way with more picnicking supplies. Hiking beside a clear mountain stream, the family eventually joined a crowd of relatives and friends, setting up a barbecue to celebrate Colton's cousin's 14th birthday. "Hey losers," she called out with a grin, and trotted over to greet the boys. Sage had grown very fond of the effervescent redhead since they'd met at summer camp, weeks before. If he'd had any interest in girls, he'd be giving Cassie's secret girlfriend, Sandy some serious competition. But even when he glimpsed Cassie's lightly frilled pussy while the girl plaid dress-up with Sage and Colton a few days before, he'd felt nothing more than biological curiosity. As Sage and Cassie hugged, he whispered, "I brought your panties with me." "They're your's now. You earned `em, Panty Boy," she whispered back, with a chuckle. Sage grew red, but grinned. Colton was such a kinky perv, he loved Sage in girl undies. Several of Cassie's friends surfed with she and Colton, and the boys fell into easy conversation with them. While the grownups sipped beers, chatted and started cooking, the teenagers threw frisbees and footballs. Cassie's older brother, 15-year-old Noah, grew attached to Colton and Sage, dominating their attention. Like his father, the boy was stunningly handsome, but he wore his straight, flame red hair long, reaching his shoulders. Sage could almost swear Noah was checking him out, but never directly caught the older boy's leering gaze. "Hey, you guys," Noah said, catching the frisbee Sage had just thrown, "wanna go swimming?" "Yeah, dude!" Colton eagerly replied, wiping dusty sweat and his long blond hair away from his face. Grabbing their packs, the trio set out on the stream-side trail, and most of the other kids joined them. Sage caught a look of disappointment cross Noah's face when they found themselves with company. The trail bent around several boulders, then dropped down to a large, clear swimming hole at the base of a waterfall. "That's so rad," Sage murmured. There weren't any streams in Los Angeles County's eastern mountains in the summer, much less waterfalls. Sage rushed to lose his swimming hole cherry, pulling his shoes, socks and t-shirt off in seconds. Colton joined him, and the slender, yet sinewy boys waded into the cool bowl. Their board shorts fell partway down their slender hips, revealing a couple of inches of Speedos, and Colton could feel his penis twitching at the sight of Sage's sun-tanned torso, chiseled from years of competitive swimming. In seconds, the natural pool erupted with a teenage typhoon of boisterous, splashing, screaming kids, dunking one another and throwing water around. Inevitably, all of the boys ended up in a huge wrestling scrum. And Noah enthusiastically threw Colton and Sage to and fro. Half a head taller than Sage, the older boy's milky, freckled body was lean and strong from almost year-round beach volleyball. Though, Sage stood no chance of dunking Noah by himself, he gleefully piled on the boy's shoulders with Colton, forming a writhing wad of slippery, saturated boy skin. Noah's hand frequently "slipped," onto Sage's loins. When he gave Sage a squeeze, Noah quickly laughed, as if it were a joke. But when it happened a second time, Sage knew it wasn't a joke. A moment later, while yanking Noah's leg up, the older boy's crotch brushed across Sage, and he felt a large, straining hardness barely restrained by the inner liner of the boy's volleyball shorts. At the same time, Sage's cock was filling again, and he was glad when Colton dragged him away, to stand under the water fall. Sighing under the downpour, Sage caught Noah looking over at them, seeming unsure if he should join them. "Your cousin was feeling me up," Sage said, amused. "Yeah, me too," Colton chuckled. "He swears he's straight, but you never see him hitting on any girls. I mean, there's no shortage of chicks who dig him. Anyway, I end up sucking him off, every so often." Imitating Noah's voice, Colton quoted the boy, "`Girls don't put out, Colt. I'm just so horny, Colt. Can you blow me, please please please, Colt? I really don't want to suck you you, but I will if you absolutely insist, Colt. Maybe we should do each other the same time.'" Sage laughed. And then he told Colton he was unbearably horny. Discretely, the surfer boy reached down and squeezed Sage through the front of his board shorts. "You're so fucking hard, dude," Colton whispered, and stroked Sage firmly with a full hand. "So'm I." "Can we go somewhere?" "Yeah, let's find a place." The boys raced to pull on their shoes and socks, then grabbed their packs and shirts. Dripping wet, the boys followed a trail up a mountain, leading through trees and coastal scrub. Thinking they'd left discretely, they didn't notice Noah following at a distance. Going off trail, and carefully looking out for poison oak and rattle snakes, the boys found a small clearing around a boulder. Climbing behind the rock, the boys embraced fiercely, pent up desire surging through their arms. Sage and Colton's lips joined passionately, needfully, yet in celebration of one another. The sun beat down on them through dry August air, quickly drying their hairless flesh. The boys hands roamed around each other's backs, while their heads corkscrewed, and danced together. Colton untied their board shorts, letting them fall down their slender hip to their ankles. His turgid little prong lurched rhythmically against his stretchy red Speedo. Sage's swim briefs had orange hip panels, framing sky blue in the front and back, and Colton filled his hand with Sage's spandex-strangled spunk gun. Stroking Sage slowly, but firmly, Colton was intoxicated by the contours he detected through the skimpy material. Sage lightly fluted up and down the lycra-bound outline of Colton's 2-inch pre-pubescence, with a thumb and forefinger, teasing him for mere moments. But he was impatient, and dove in to the boy's Speedo to grip his meat with a thumb on one side, and two fingers along the other. Pulling up and pushing down, he drew a moan out of Colton. Pulling his lips away from Sage's, Colton whispered, "Look what I brought." Releasing his grip on Sage, Colton crouched down to reach into his day pack. With a theatrical flourish, he pulled out a condom, a rubber band, and the tube of water-based lube his father had given him two days before. Seeing the prophylactic, Sage couldn't help but blush, remembering their awkward, after-dinner chat with Colton's parents. Long suspecting their son's same sex attraction, Mr. and Mrs. Vannerman had been waiting for Colton to come out of the closet with them. But the realization that Colton had become sexually active had forced the issue. They assured Sage and Colton they were very happy for the boys, but also subjected them to a Safe Sex talk -- something they'd already done with Ashlee (although, with Colton's sister, it also included the topic of birth control). Mrs. Vannerman left the room so Colton's dad could talk sexual turkey. Clumsily, he asked the boys if they were yet able to "exchange fluids." Red faced, the boys nodded and looked at their feet. Mr. Vannerman produced a box of "snug sized" condoms, explaining that he didn't know how they would fit, and if they were too small, he'd buy bigger ones. With a finger in place of the real thing, he showed them how to put one on, then wrapped the base with a rubber band, "Just in case it might be a little loose." The whole thing had been so mortifying, Sage and Colton hadn't gone past masturbating each other to sleep over the next two nights. Even now, looking at the rubber in Colton's hand, Sage felt his erection wilting. But not for long. Still crouching, Colton palmed the blue bulge in Sage's Speedo, and rubbed it with the flat of his hand. Feeling Sage growing rigid again, Colton peeled down the boy's swim briefs, and had him step out of his scant garment. Holding Sage near his lightly feathered base, Colton sucked on his soft, hairless scrotum, making his friend gasp and squirm. With his nose pressed against Sage's rigid boyhood, it wasn't long before he felt his friend's circumcised head moisten against his forehead. Still plying the boy's smooth sack with his tongue and cheeks, he gently stroked Sage's knob, using his pre-cum as a lubricant. Because of Sage's hair trigger, Colton didn't tease him for very long, releasing the boy's genitals when Sage's moans grew piercingly loud. Standing up, Colton wriggled out of his own board shorts and Speedo. Then, he kissed Sage once more, gently squeezing the boy's firm, round buttocks. Just then, they heard something moving in the brush a few yards away, and they froze. "Is somebody out there?" Colton called out, nervously. But there was no reply. "Probably a jack rabbit," Sage murmured, eager to ply Colton's mouth with his tongue some more. Naked in the open air, except for sneakers and striped, calf-covering tube socks, the boys pressed together, and their sandwiched cocks beat acutely, almost with a single heartbeat. "Here, turn around, dude," Sage whispered. Facing the boulder, Colton let Sage bend him over, and rested his hands against the granite, with his ass aimed upward. Sage crouched to kiss each of Colton's slender, yet muscular buttocks. Clutching them both in his greedy hands, Sage parted Colton's cleft, and leaned into the spring water-fresh divide. Licking up and down the valley floor, he drew deep sighs from Colton. Sage was painfully aroused, not only by Colton, but from the chance of getting caught with his face submerged in Colton's rump. There'd be no excuse if anyone were to see him enthusiastically eating his best friend's ass. As his tongue began twirling around Colton's clenching starfish, he was enraptured to be brazenly naked, making his best friend coo and pant. Just the two of them, alone together. Or so he thought. Sage was blissfully unaware that the sounds he'd heard were of Noah sneaking past them, as quietly as he could. Hearing the boys moan, he hiked up the hill, and climbed a scrub oak to spy on them. Biting his lip to silence himself, he was bowled over by the show below. Those two willowy boys were mostly nude in public, and going at it like little savages. That Sage kid was so sexy, and he wasn't timid about getting busy with Colton! His face was buried in Colton's ass, moving around like he was trying to eat his way through to the boy's cock. Noah, and his sister, Cassie, were probably the only people who knew Colton was a penis pirate, something Noah had also reluctantly grown to learn himself. But he kept his interest in dudes a painful secret, ashamed he wasn't a poon-hound like all his friends. Noah knew he was good at acting like a desperate straight boy, and he was sure Colton never suspected he actually loved trading BJs. But if he'd had the guts to be openly keen for boy-on-boy action, maybe it would be his face between Colton's buns. Noah was rock hard and pie eyed by those little hotties - especially Sage. Sleekly athletic, that boy had an almost girlishly cute face, and shiny brunette hair. And though Colton was tall for his age, he'd yet to hit puberty, so his dick was still childishly small. By contrast, Sage's was much bigger than Colton's, though Noah couldn't see if the kid had any pubes, yet. Either way, it was so beautiful; so suckable. From that distance it looked like it might have been as long as long as Noah's five-incher. Definitely not as thick, though, Noah proudly thought, pulling the drooling teen meat out of his swim suit, and wrapping his fist around it. Jeez, that kid loved Colton's ass. His face had been working in there a while now! Oh, how Noah wanted to lick Colton's hole, too - and Sage's! He'd never done anything like that, and the last time he'd even touched another boy's anus was two years earlier. Just then, Sage pulled away from his feast, and opened the bottle of lube. Pouring some on his fingers, he gently worked one finger in, and found Colton's button. Pressing and playing with it for a moment, he had Colton grunting. "Oh, fuck, dude, that feels so good," Colton gasped, pressing his ass back. Soon, Sage had a second greasy finger inside Colton, and he started plunging in and out, rubbing across Colton's acorn with every stab. Sage spread Colton's legs a little wider, and reached in between with his free hand to play with with the boy's tight round sack, and give his pounding pole occasional light, teasing strokes. "Oh...Oh...Uhhhh!" Waves of rhythmic pleasure rippled from Colton's prostate, out through his tummy. "Dude, you're driving me nuts. Put it in me!" Sage gently unsheathed his fingers from Colton. Tearing open the condom wrapper, he cautiously unrolled it down his length. As he'd found the previous night, when Colton had put one on him before jerking him off, it fit loosely around his slender prong. So, he double wrapped a rubber band around it on his root, then slathered his baggy-bound boy pole with copious lube. Aiming carefully, he lined up his dripping, latex-wrapped love staff against Colton's loosened rosebud. Gently, he leaned in until his helmet was half-way in, and Colton grunted. With delicate micro thrusts, he slowly drove it past the Colton's weakening gates. The surfer boy grunted again, but encouraged Sage to keep going. He needed Sage's cock in him so badly. It filled more than his bowels. From his aery, Noah watched in stunned glee as Sage's little bottom moved back and forth in tiny increments, and he barely stifled his own moans while he stroked in time with the brunette boy's thrusts. Sage's pale, Speedo-silhouetted buns contrasted deliciously with his summer bronzed body, and they seemed to dimple on the sides with each pump. If only he'd known Colton liked taking it, Noah could be the one beefing his cousin's awesome ass. And it sounded like Colton loved every bit of it. Noah's rigid rod was pouring pre-cum, and he had to halt his stroking for a moment or he'd blow his load long before the middle schoolers. Just then, Sage worked himself all the way in, and he caressed Colton's back and thighs while the blond boy relaxed around him. "Do it, babe," Colton huffed. Slowly, Sage pulled back. Colton's tight ring rolled down him, setting every millimeter of his cock afire with itchy tickles. He missed direct skin-on-skin contact, and the condom definitely muted the electricity that would burst in his rod when he had barebacked his best friend. Still, there was nothing like being balls deep in Colton's bowels, and he firmly thrust back in. Noah stared down at them in slack jawed wonder, once again slowly stroking himself in time with Sage's methodical pumps. Jeez, he wished it were his cock impaling Colton, or maybe he'd be fucking Sage, while the brunette rammed Noah's cousin. Dammit, they both moaned so loud, it almost made him shoot his load! Sage gradually pumped faster, and Colton pushed back, craving the friction across his prostate. And then, Sage was thrusting in a frenzy and he came close to climaxing, so he quickly stopped. Colton shivered, and waited for his friend's orgasmic flow to ebb. Soon enough, Sage's hips began moving again like gentle pistons, moving in and out at a much slower pace. "You're so fucking tight, dude," Sage huffed. "And you're so fucking hard, babe," Colton heaved. "I love you in me." Sage's gentle rhythm grew faster, and Colton's nuts - barely detached from his root - began to pull in. "Slow down, dude," Colton begged. Sage's thrusting grew torpid, glacial, and the boys languidly relished the sun warming their backs, and the furnaces burning in their loins. But eventually, Sage's hips automatically pumped faster. As Sage's thrusts gradually grew as violent as a 2-stroke engine, Noah could actually hear slapping sounds from Sage's propulsive thrusts, and jerking himself faster, he came so close to emptying his nuts. But then Sage had accidentally pulled himself completely out from Colton, and Noah groaned with dismay. Sage's sweat ran down his torso to his loins, and his pink wet wand bounced unsheathed in the open air. His condom dangled out of Colton's ass like a flag of surrender. "Fuck, dude," Sage muttered with frustration, and explained the situation to Colton. It was a struggle, but Sage wrestled the rubber back on his tender tumescence, his fleshy submarine dove into his best friend's billowing boy depths. Colton needed friction in front, as well, and he pulled one of Sage's hands to his thunderously throbbing thing. Colton's cock was like a little piece of velvet steel in Sage's fingers, and he beat it in time with his steady plunges into the boy's ass. But as the itchy tickles grew in his cock grew into tingling fire, Sage pounded Colton's ass faster, and savaged the boy's diamond hardness furiously. "Gettin' so close!" Colton gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck!" "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sage grunted with every thrust. His pumping accelerated madly into uncontrolled, animal convulsions, while his grunts became high-pitched moans. The mixing roar of fluffing flesh, meaty spanking, and wordless vocalisms scared away some birds, while the sweaty perfume of boy sex competed with coastal flowers for dominance. Sage's whole body undulated, while his mind tunneled entirely into his loins. Colton wrapped his fist around Sage's stroking fingers, squeezing them more tightly around his inflamed flesh, bringing combined Newtons of friction to his tingling trouser tapir. Muscles near his anus contracted, drawing Sage's smooth, swinging sack inward. Heavenly cords pulled on his pubescent grapes, and Sage's hips slammed again and again, and a volcano of ecstasy detonated from his cock. "I'm...CUMMING!" Sage cried out. Just as his first volley violently spurted into his best friend, the aching ecstasy in Colton's prostate sparked the fire storm in his cock, and he groaned as his tiny nuts cinched into him. The tumultuous storm raged out from his as and loins, and a thin, watery jet squirted from his 2 inch flesh. His anus closed like a vice on Sage, milking the boy of two more watery squirts, and several dry bursts. Colton's hairless penis drooled with more clear ejaculate, and then he writhed through arid pulsations. Viewing the boys' convulsions from his nest, Noah could barely choke off a loud groan, and then he lost control over his fat, young pipe. While Sage and Colton mewled and moaned through the last of their spasmodic gyrations, he pulled rope-after-viscous-rope of jerk roasted semen into the air, and his small thatch of pubic hair was drenched with thick gonad gravy. Sweaty, flushed, and almost passing out, Sage collapsed onto Colton's perspiration-dampened back, and he hugged the boy from behind. Gradually, the boys caught their breath, and arose. Sage's softening member slithered from Colton's rump. Once again the condom hung between Colton's buns, now looking like a dripping tail. Sage carefully pulled it out, then Colton turned around to embrace his best friend. From a distance, it was obvious Sage and Colton were deeply affectionate, and Noah envied them. If only he could find someone like his buddy Marty, a friend he'd had from first grade. In 5th, they'd started beating each other's meat and by 6th they were sucking, and occasionally butt fucking. Sadly, Marty moved away after 7th, and Noah never found out if his friend had been just a horny straight boy, or if he were def into dudes. Those were the days. Now, the only action he got was on Scouting trips, where motivation didn't matter late at night, and tents filled with the yeasty bouquet of boy lust. Watching Sage and Colton help each other get dressed, Noah knew he had to man-up and take action. But first, he had to clean up the copious, cooling jism splattered all over his legs, swim suit and loins. ============================================ "Where've you guys been?" Cassie asked in a very low voice. Sage and Colton were strolling back from the public rest room by the parking area, where they'd tidied up. "Just went for a hike," Colton replied. "Sage's never been here, ya know." "A hike?" Cassie repeated sarcastically, using quote fingers. "You've got a dirty mind, Cassandra McDonald," Colton said, with a grin, and Sage laughed. "Uh-huh. And you guys are total horn dogs," Cassie said, resting her hands on her hips. "Anyway, burgers are up. Let's eat!" With paper plates piled with food, the boys joined Cassie and her closest friends on a picnic blanket. Just then Noah squeezed in between Sage and a girl named Paula. Though the kids were loud, boisterous and laughing, Sage was acutely aware of Noah's knee pressing onto his. He wasn't uncomfortable per se, but by middle school, most boys took pains to avoid touching one another. Inevitably, a birthday cake appeared, and Cassie blew out 14 candles. After slices and ice cream, and gift opening, most of the kids ringed the barbecues to roast marshmallows, and adults sipped more wine and beer. Noah pulled Sage and Colton aside. "Sun ain't set," Noah observed, quietly. "Wanna hit the swimming hole one more time?" Sage and Colton shrugged. The evening fog hadn't rolled in, yet, and early evening air was still hot." "Sure," Sage said. "Why not?" Colton agreed. Noah went off to grab his pack, while Sage and Colton did the same. "He's got the look," Colton murmured. "He's jonesing for dick." Sage chuckled, unsurprised that Colton knew his cousin's needs so well. "Also, dude, Noah's got a serious crush on you," Colton added, grinning. "What?" Sage sputtered. "Shut the fuck up." "I'm telling ya, my man. It's so true. I'll have to jerk him off just so he doesn't jump you." With dramatic horror Sage replied,"You'd cheat on me, you slut?" And both boys laughed. Colton shrugged, then quietly replied, "We could do him together, babe." Sage sighed and smiled. He liked Colton's secret term of endearment. Minutes later, Colton, Sage and Noah traipsed down the trail, uncertain of what lay ahead. The sun was cresting the mountain tops when the trio arrived at the crystalline pool. "It's almost 7. No one's gonna come this late," Colton observed. "Let's skinny dip!" Without another word, he peeled off all his clothes quickly, barely concealing his semi-hardness before plunging into the cock-shriveling water. Sage smiled at Noah and shrugged. "He's right, amigo." And a moment later, a sky-clad Sage was splashing with Colton. Noah was hard. Oh so hard. How would he peel off his volleyball shorts now? But Colton and Sage were so busy rolling around that he quickly shed his clothes, and plunged in, boner unseen. The threesome wrestled around, and their hands glided across each other's genitals at first "accidentally," and then, deliberately. Despite the cool water, the threesome were fully aroused and Colton suggested they rest on a submerged boulder at the edge of the pool. Colton and Sage sat on either side of Noah, and three tremulous peckers beat like fish tails, just below the surface. The air was filled with tense expectation. With a herculean effort, Noah actually broached what was on his mind. "Um, I saw you guys, up at the rock...Bangin', ya know?" He looked down at the water, and his erection kicked below. Colton smiled, and raised his cousin's jaw up to look him in the eye. "Did you like it?" Noah blushed, and merely nodded, with a bashful smile. "Now, why would a straight kid like you want to watch a couple of gay boys bone?" Colton asked quietly, while his hand feathered over his cousin's thigh. "Um, you know, Colt," Noah mumbled. Ashamed, and though yearning for freedom, clawing for it, he couldn't muster the words. "Yeah. You're as gay as me and Sage, dude." Tears pooling in his eyes, Noah could only nod his head. Thankfully, both Sage and Colton were now caressing him through the ordeal, brushing his legs for reassurance. At the same time, Colton pulled Noah's hand onto his own thigh, close to his garden of engorgement. Colton gave Sage a meaningful look, and the boy drew Noah's other hand onto his slender leg. The boys slowly caressed each other's legs, listening to birds and watching the sun fall. "Mmmm...this is the bomb," Noah said. "You guys are the bomb." Sage finally spoke. Though not as shy as Noah, he always measured his words. "You're really good looking, Noah. There's a lot of dudes out there who'd be into you." "That's sweet, Sage," Noah said, sincerely, blushing. "But how do you find someone, some boy that's, you know..." "That digs other boys?" Sage filled in, while he gently finger feathered Noah's full, teenage nut sack. Noah shivered, starting to lose the plot. "You going to Zeke's kegger tonight?" Colton interjected, referring to a party at Zeus Beach that night. "Um, sure?" Noah replied, as his hand mirrored Sage's, relishing the boy's youthfully smooth nuts. "But that'll be a really local crew, though, right?" "No worries, Noah," Colton replied. "Most of `em will be from your high school, and Cassie and I shred Zeus, so it's all good." His fingers found Noah's circumcised knob, and he glacially caressed it with his finger tips, making the boy groan. His breath grew shaky from the gentle teasing. Noah's fingers slid up his cousin's smooth, muscular thigh, and along his young boy's length, to his uncut helmet. Noah wished he'd been born in the Netherlands, like Colton, and been uncut. But his mom had immigrated to the U.S. years before her brother, Colton's dad, brought his family over. When he was born, his father signed off on Noah's routine circumcision at the boy's birth; like most U.S.-born men at that time, he didn't give it any thought. So now, Noah didn't have a skin-tight hood like Colton's. It was so sexy rolling it back and forth over Colton's sensitive head, making his cousin purr and shiver. With his cock painfully rigid from slow and easy teasing, Colton struggled to concentrate. "There'll be a couple of guys there I mess around with," Colton said, shivering from the sparks flaring in his glans. "I'll set you up." "Uhhhh," Noah heaved, shuddering from two boys' hands touching him with the tenderest tickles. "Are they like - ooohuuuuuh - like, uh you guys?" Noah was shaking, and his cock had never felt so hard. But then, he'd never before masturbated two boys at once. Sage groaned, as Noah fluted up and down his throbbing shaft. "You mean....grrrrrr....do they admit they want dick? Uuuuuuuh..shiiiit...that feels good," Colton huffed, struggling for dialogue. "Naaaah, they're pretend pussy hounds. Uuuuh. But it's obvious, at least to meeeeeuuuuuh!" Just as Noah was beginning to stroke both Sage and Colton firmly, the boys heard a young girl's voice around the trail bend. "Colt! Colt! Where are you!" Marybeth Peters, a 7th grader on Cassie's team called out, just as she biked around the curve. By then, all three boys had covered themselves with both hands. "Over here, MB," Colton called back, hoping the dipping sun rendered the pool opaque. "Hey, dude. Your dad needs you to help with something," she replied, halting at the pool edge. Cocking her head, she stared curiously at the the three boys. "Are you guys naked in there?" "Yup. Wanna join us?" Colton replied, teasingly. "Gross," she replied, pulling a face full of disgust. Still astraddle her bike, she waited, watching Colton. "Um, you mind leaving, so I can get dressed?" Colton asked. Marybeth giggled. "Why should I? I've got a brother, ya know." "OK. When I get out, I'm tossing you in." Colton's erection had withered away, and as he waded toward the girl, the waterline receded from his chest to his waist. Visiting family in Holland, he'd been to plenty of naakstrand beaches, and public nudity didn't phase him. But he didn't want the 7th grader gossiping about Colton's 13-year-old hairlessness. A year ago, he'd have had no problem calling the girl's bluff. But as the waterline crossed his smooth pelvic "V," he covered himself with his left hand, while climbing up the pool ledge with his right. More mischievous and curious than aroused, Marybeth appraised the dripping boy's lean, muscular built. A milky rectangle cut between his sun-bronzed legs and upper body, where Colton's board shorts covered him all summer, and his slender buns, framed with concave divots below each hip, brought a tingle to her girl bits. Did he have a lot of hair down there? She didn't have any yet, and was glad their situation wasn't reversed. Still holding his meager hunk in one fist, Colton turned and jogged toward her with an outstretched hand. "Noooo!" Marybeth screamed, peddling away as fast as she could, and the boys all chuckled. Quickly pulling on his clothes, Colton shrugged at the two boys. "See you guys back at the party," he said, adding, "Don't take TOO long," with a wink. By then, Sage and Noah's erections had fled. But Noah's desire still burned, and he gently caressed Sage's thigh, while raising his eyebrows at him with a questioning look. For his part, Sage felt both happiness and pity for Noah: happy the boy was coming to terms with his sexuality, and pity that he had no one in his life like Colton. The least he could do was get him off honestly, with no straight boy pretense. "Let's go some place more private," Sage suggested with a grin. Picking up their things, they didn't bother dressing, and Sage led the way up the now-familiar trail. Noah studied the younger boy's firm, round buns, dimpling on the sides with every step. Competitive swimming gave Sage broad, muscular shoulders, sinewy legs, and rock solid butt cheeks. It was like a spotlight shone on Sage's alluringly ass, from where his skin tight swim suit protected him from the sun. His buttocks contrasted with the rest of his sun-bronzed body like two scoops of vanilla ice cream on a shapely plate of maple syrup, demanding a licking. Not for the first time, he envied boys who needn't who didn't have to slather on sunscreen all day. When they reached the boulder, it was in shade from the falling sun. The boys dropped their things, and gazed at one another. They were both semi-hard in expectation. Uncertain how to proceed, Noah looked searchingly at Sage. The younger boy, half a head shorter, took the lead and stepped in front of Noah. Brushing his fingers across the boy's creamy, freckled chest, he played with Noah's pink nipples, tweaking them into hardness. Then, Sage caressed up to Noah's throat. Smiling up at the boy, he slid his hand up and down the side of Noah's neck for a moment, before gently pulling his head downward. "Come here," Sage whispered, and Noah's blue-green eyes grew wide for a moment. Then, his lips eagerly met Sage's. With a few quiet smacks, the boys kissed gently, before their lips stayed together. Sage's tongue slithered out, and licked Noah's lips. Noah's tongue played with Sage's for a while, then their mouths locked passionately. Noah was an excellent kisser, with obvious experience, and while Sage combed through the boy's long and dripping, flame-red hair, he surrendered the lead to Noah. Caressing Sage's hips, then tentatively squeezing the boy's pliant butt cheek, Noah gently bit and pulled on the 13-year-old's lips. They were both hard as marble by the time their lips parted. Sage was flushed, and smiled up at Noah. "You must have kissed a lot of boys," he marveled. Noah chuckled. "You're my first, dude." As the little brunette scrunched his nose in confusion, Noah added, "I make out with girls at school dances. I love it. When I close my eyes, I can pretend they're guys." "There's a lot of lucky boys in your future," Sage declared. "I hope so," he replied, skeptically. "Get Cassie on the case," Sage suggested. "She found me first at camp," he added, which was only partially true. "Cassie?" Noah replied. "She thinks I'm totally straight." Sage chuckled. "I wouldn't count on it." Noah would deal with that later. He took a step back to admire Sage. The boy's slender, flexing, circumcised bone, and his small, dangling sack were perfectly framed by the front side of his Speedo silhouette. It was a glowing, upside down triangle, pointing at Sage's genital wonderland. "Can I just...touch you, for a while?" Noah asked, hesitantly. "Sure, dude," Sage said with a grin. "But like Colt said, `don't take too long.'" He'd never had the luxury of simply exploring another boy's body. Even with Marty, the boys had been so eager get it on, they'd barely played with anything but each other's dicks. Noah traced up and down Sage's lean chest and visible abs, admiring the way his soft skin stretched across well defined muscles. Dropping to his knees, he caressed all around the boy's willowy, yet rugged legs. Sliding his fingers up from behind, he softly fondled Sag's firm melons. Closing his eyes, he squeezed them, and sighed at their marvelous resilience. Opening his eyes again, he continued playing with Sage's buttocks, while studying the boy's raging tool. Though he'd never say it to him, he was disappointed Sage had so few pubes ringing the base. Nonetheless, at least he didn't feel like he was playing with child, as he always did when he sucked Colt's cock. But like Colton, Noah had also been a late bloomer, and a year earlier, had been a total baldy. So he shouldn't judge. Still caressing Sage's super fine bottom with one hand, he ran his index finger through the tiny trail of dark down. The hairs were silky, and Noah had to admit, he wished his adolescent thatch were that soft. After gently pulling at a couple, Noah noticed a bead of clear syrup bubbling out Sage's pink nozzle. Extending his tongue, he licked Sage's tip clean. "Wait - wait - don't!" Sage cried. "I don't have any rubbers." "Rubbers?" Noah looked up at him in confusion. "What do we need a rubber for?" Sage sighed. "Colt and I promised his parents we'd be doing Safe Sex. So I gotta wear one if I'm gonna `exchange fluids,'" he said, rolling his eyes at the phrase. Noah was thunderstruck. "Uncle Jens and Aunt Sophie KNOW about you guys?" Noah asked in awe. "And they're OK with it?" Sage smiled and chirped, "I guess so." "Whoah." Noah had a lot to consider. He'd have to test his own parents' social boundaries. Coming from Holland, his mom was more sophisticated than the average American. But what about his dad? He'd have to figure that out later, because another boy's penis demanded his attention, while his own quaked and drooled with need. "Did they tell you to put a rubber on when you're doing oral sex?" Noah asked. "I don't think that's right." Sage was perplexed, and explained that Mr. Vannerman hadn't gone into the weeds with technical details. Obviously uncomfortable, he'd just simply left it at "fluids," though he made it clear kissing was fine. "Good thing you don't have to put a condom on your tongue." Sage giggled, and agreed they both needed more information. Noah returned to exploring Sage's body. Delicately feathering a thumb and forefinger along the boy's length, he drew out a few more beads of sap, and let them dribble to the ground. Sage's utterly hairless bag was no longer dangling freely, like it had been when they jumped in the swimming hole. Pulled up by Sage's fierce erection, it felt tight, soft and deliciously warm. Lifting Sage's bone with his finger tips, Noah announced there were no "bodily fluids" visible on the boy's scrotum. Sage's laughter was short-lived, cut off by his moan, as his nuts were engulfed in Noah's hot, wet mouth. Noah's tongue swirled around, washing his sack, and pressing in to tickle his testicles. While sucking the boy's nuts, Noah stroked Sage firmly, with two fingers on either side of the boy's rigid hose. Sage's bag felt so good in his mouth, and when Sage's gasps grew into piping, high-pitched moans, he sucked and stroked harder, making the younger boy writhe. Noah's bun squeezing hand glided into Sage's moist canyon. Even with his old friend Marty, he'd never really played with another boy's anus. With workman-like efficiency, they'd simply impaled each other with their cocks. Noah adored exploring Sage's hot little hole. And when his finger tip popped through, muscles pulled and Sage's little balls contracted; his body was desperate to eject what he did not yet make. Sage grit his teeth to stifle a scream, and his cock vomited a jet of clear semen, and his anus squeezed Noah's finger. Feeling the burst of watery cum shoot across his forehead, Noah released Sage's nuts. Watching from the side in wonder, he saw a second small salvo squirt out. It looked like clear piss, as did the third. While Sage's moaning died away, and his body stopped trembling, Noah continued to slowly milk the boy drily, for a few more moments. Releasing Sage's softening boyhood, Noah felt the boy's fingers combing through his long hair. The grinning boy bent and licked up his own spooge from Noah's face. When Sage straightened, Noah climbed back up. No longer shy, the 15-year-old caressed the younger boy's face with one hand, and Sage's hip with the other. "That was great," Sage whispered. "For me, too," Noah agreed. He'd almost cum from the exhilarating sensations of Sage's climax. The 13-year-old was a very responsive kid. Noticing more of his own ejaculate on Noah, he lifted the boy's arm, and sucked down all of his dribbling juices. He liked the sweetness of his secret sauce, and was sorry he couldn't share it with the 15-year-old. Noah leaned in to kiss him, and when his tongue played in the boy's sloshing grotto, he noticed the slight flavor. Skating his lips to Sage's ear, he whispered, "I can taste your cum, dude. I think we just exchanged fluids." "Oh fuck," Sage replied. Things had suddenly become so complicated. "I'll take my chances," Noah said, amused. Still, Sage was hesitant for other reasons he couldn't voice. After his climactic release, kissing seemed like an even greater intimacy than sex. It was bound up in emotions he didn't feel for Noah. But he held onto this handy excuse, begging off of any more lip-to-lip contact. "Just so you know, Colton's going to his pediatrician to get tested, on Monday" Sage added. Colton's parents may have been very socially progressive, but they weren't taking chances with sexually transmitted diseases, he explained. He'd be doing the same when he got home. "Get Colt to ask his doctor about BJs and condoms," Noah suggested. Sage agreed, then dropped to his knees, saying "My turn." Briefly caressing Noah's still hairless thighs, Sage appreciated his muscular thickness. Maybe it was the boy's adolescent growth spurt, or maybe it was all the volleyball Noah played, but Sage thought they were exquisitely manly. Sage fluted his finger tips along Noah's thick 5-inches, while studying the boy's equipment. Noah's drooling adolescence was even pinker than his nipples, and it was crowned with a little mustache of hair. The strands were much darker than the long locks flowing from Noah's head; they were more brown than red. Still feathering Noah's aching bone, Sage also played with Noah's pubes, finding them stiff and curly, unlike his own. Filling his left hand with Noah's fat, heavy scrotum, Sage rolled the boy's balls around, and was sure they were twice as big as his own. A few hairs were scattered across its surface, like cacti in a vast desert. Upturning his palm like a waiter carrying a tray, he clutched Noah firmly from beneath in a full fist. Sage slowly pulled towards his face, then pushed back, smiling has he pumped out another oozing stream of viscous pre-cum. He really wanted to savor it, and see if it were different from Colton's and his own. But he refrained, slowly stroking the bigger teen, while squeezing the boy's sperm purse. Leaning in, he opened his squeezing palm and licked across the bag's surface. Noah yelped from the electric strike on his loins. And then he loudly moaned as Sage pulled one of his nuts into his mouth, and suckled on it. Slowly, methodically Sage buffed the boy, while slurping on one nut, then the other. In moments, Noah felt his climax looming, but he didn't want to cum yet, and begged Sage to stop for a second. Releasing the older boy, Sage stood up, and caressed Noah's snooth, creamy chest, then took one of the boy's nipples between his teeth. Gently, he bit on the slightly salty pink fruit, and flicked his tongue across it. Noah gasped, and then groaned, when Sage sucked on his hardened cone. Growing dizzy, and with his heart racing, Noah snaked a hand down to one of Sage's firm buttocks, clutching the rubbery flesh like a lifeline. Clasping Noah firmly once again, this time with a downward palm on the boy's upper surface, he resumed his slow, metronomic stroking. "Gaawd...uh...that...feels...good...And...you're such...a hottie!" Noah whispered hoarsely. "Your ass...is...so...SWEET - UH!..I...wish...I...could...fuck..it!" Sage was relieved he had no condoms. There was no way Noah's steaming kielbasa would fit in his tight little hole. Still, he had a thought... "Do you want to hump it?" Sage whispered. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Noah replied, and Sage released his cock. Noah was so close to bursting, he spun Sage around impatiently, making the boy giggle. Sage leaned down, pressing his hands against the boulder, and lifted his his rump skyward. Noah faced that majestic moon like the world's rarest object. Prying apart Sage's creamy fruit, he briefly gazed the at the boy's wrinkled rose, then sandwiched his cock meat in the boy's canyon. Sage's bottom braised Noah in his own juices, and he'd have liked to slowly savor the sensation, but he needed to cum so very badly. Pressing Sage's buttocks together from the sides for added pressure, he waisted no time swiftly pumping up and down the boy's hot, damp crevice. He lost himself in firm, moist fundament. He humped desperately, needed to release the load straining in his nuts. Gasping with every thrust, he pumped in Sage for less than half a minute before he felt the tell-tale muscles contracting, pulling his nuts inward. Moaning loudly, he plowed Sage's buns like a locomotive, and his cock erupted with hot boy lava. Shooting up from the top of Sage's crack, the first thick, white squirt showered down onto Sage's shoulders and back. A second plume followed, billowing inside the boy's behind, and bubbling out of the boy's bottom. More rained down on Sage's back, soaking the boy with thick, sticky pools. At last, Noah finished with a sigh. While he caught his breath, and his cock softened, he finger-painted his boy slop across Sage's slender back. Sage rose, feeling the puddles of hot, viscous boy juice start to trickle down. "Fuck, dude," Noah croaked. "That was the best cum, ever!" Sage smiled, turning around. "You sure blew a giant load." "Let me, uh, clean you up," Noah said, turning Sage around, again. Picking up one of his socks, he sponged up his sticky residue from the boy's back. Spreading Sage's butt cheeks, he dropped the makeshift jizz-towel and crouched down to swab the boy's ass with his tongue. He didn't much care for the taste of mature semen, even his own; it was too much like loogies. But he finally had the chance to lick Sage's tight little hole, and it was worth every salty swallow. "Shit!" Sage said, looking at his watch. They'd been at it for an hour. "Let's hit the swimming hole on the way," Noah said, explaining they needed a rinse. Dripping wet, the boys arrived back at the barbecue area, just as the Vannermans and McDonalds were packing everything away in the early twilight. Only Cassie had noticed their absence, and she arched her eyebrow at them, with a mixture of amusement and disgust, but said nothing. "Where's Colt?" Sage asked, trying to deflect her obvious judgement. "Helping his dad fix the Wilkerson's ride," she replied. "Something about the fuel pump." Turning to her brother, Cassie told him they were leaving soon, and he joined in packing up, while Sage headed to the parking area to find his friend. Conflicting emotions swirled through his mind, playing back what he'd done with Noah. It'd been fun, even thrilling in the moment. However as he followed the trail, it left him empty, and guilt blossomed in the void. Yes, it'd just been sex, and hot sex, for sure. Nonetheless, in retrospect, it felt wrong because of what he felt about Colton. God, he hadn't realized until just the moment the emotions Colton aroused in him. It was way more than friendship for another boy. "Hey dude!" Colton called out. Like his dad, the boy was shirtless and sweating. Two generations of hot, blond surfers, fixing a car. It was almost a cliché image, but one that melted Sage's heart. "Hey, man. What's up?" Sage replied, walking up to the car, where Mr. Vannerman was hunkered over the engine, ratcheting something. Both father and son smelled like gasoline. "Just finishing up, and then we're hittin' it," Colton replied, just as his dad stood up. "Know anything about cars, Sage?" Mr. Vannerman asked. "Only how to get KROQ on the radio, sir," he replied. "We'll have to change that," the man replied with a smile, and slammed the hood down. Colton pulled his t-shirt on, and walked with Sage back to the picnic area. Realizing Sage had been away for a while, Colton fumbled with a question that nagged at him, He was almost afraid to ask. "Sooo...did you guys, uh, do anything?" Colton asked, struggling to keep his tone casual. He shouldn't have been surprised if they did, given that Colton had practically urged Sage to molest his cousin. And yet, he was afraid of the answer. "Um...yeah?" Sage replied, quietly giving his friend a brief summary, but also hinting at how guilty he felt. Jealousy. Colton realized he felt jealous, and possessive. Of course, he shouldn't, because they were just friends. But they were more than friends. Then, in a flash, Colton understood what he felt about Sage, and the single word that summed it up. It was a powerful word that he couldn't utter just yet, and it frightened him. It would have to wait until they were alone in his room, later that night. And even then, if he uttered that word, he risked wrecking everything. ============================================= To be continued...