Date: Thu, 03 Jun 2021 19:01:11 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 7 ============================================ In the heat of August, our two young teens find romance and take a walk on Colton's wild side. Trigger warning: fetishes and gender play abound, and the "L" word is used. 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 ============================================================ "I love this," Sage quietly murmured, snuggled under the covers of Colton Vannerman's double bed. "Mmmm-hmmmm," Colton agreed, so happy to be alone and naked with his best friend, beneath a warm duvet, on a fog-chilled August night in Southern California. After a long day, and a busy night, the two 13-year-olds lay face-to-face, too exhausted to go much further than gently caress one another. They'd returned home well before their 10 PM curfew, brushed their teeth, quickly stripped, and fell into bed, with no desire to watch any television. Besides, even in the early 90s, how much MTV could a kid pack in? After Colton's cousin's birthday barbecue, the boys hadn't bothered changing out of their swim trunks, merely pulling on hoodies, before racing out into the night on their bikes. They'd have just as soon have stayed home, but Colton had personal business at a keg party, on a rugged, isolated beach. "Did you dig the party?" Colton asked, brushing his fingers along Sage's slender hip bone. "Yeah, it was cool," Sage replied with a white lie. In reality, most of the guys had been high-school kids who rarely engaged with "surf rats" - middle school surfers like Colton and his friends. The older boys were bone heads, anyway, interested only in waves, weed and women. And the older girls had even less interest in chatting with kids squeaking in high C octaves. But Colton and Sage hadn't been on a tity safari, anyway. The prime directive had been to set up Colton's cousin, Noah, with one of the nominally heterosexual guys with whom Colton shared boy-2-boy pleasures. Locking their bikes, the pair had sauntered with simulated self-assurance through a mass of older teens, dancing and chatting around a large beach bonfire. Pouring a couple of beers from the taps, the boys wandered through the crowd, until they met a huddle of kids from Colton's middle school. Most were friends of Colton's, and a couple had been at the birthday barbecue, earlier. Colton introduced Sage to Ewan, a friendly Zeus Beach local he'd been friends with since first grade. With curly, honey blond hair, the suntanned, turquoise-eyed boy was very cute, and just about Sage's height. Sage had to stomp down a surge of jealousy. The few middle school girls at the party flocked to the three boys, and Ewan eagerly flirted with them. Nonetheless, Sage caught Ewan checking out his legs, every so often. Just then, Colton's 15-year-old cousin, Noah arrived. The stunningly handsome, long-haired, redhead turned more than one eye, but he didn't seem to notice. He was just glad to see Colton and Sage, the little hotties who'd helped him take baby steps out of the closet, earlier that day. "Dude!" Noah exclaimed, high-fiving Sage, while grinning at Colton. "Que pasa?" Sage replied, with a grin, offering the boy a sip of his beer. "Hey man," Colton replied. "You guys are still in your Quicksilvers?" Noah gestured with with a jaw at the boys' board shorts. He'd changed into jeans before heading to the beach. "Aren't you freezing?" As if on cue, a breeze swirled cold, dense fog in, and goose bumps rippled down Sage's willowy legs. Noah knew some of the kids in the group, and Colton introduced him to the others. Girls gravitated toward him, and while he feigned interest, he was discretely scoping out boys. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" Colton asked Ewan, quietly. "Yeah," the boy replied, following Colton away from the fire, into darkness. "What're they up to?" Noah murmured to Sage. Shrugging, Sage said he had no idea, and returned to easy banter with his new acquaintances. Moments later, Colton and Ewan returned, smiling from a shared secret. "Need a refill, Sage?" Colton's pointed question was more instruction than inquiry, and Sage got up from the sand. Immediately, Ewan took Sage's plot next to Noah, falling into conversation with the boy and a couple of the girls. "I don't really need a refill, Colt," Sage said, as they strolled toward the kegs. "I don't even like beer." "No one does," Colton replied with a chuckle, unaware of how much his taste would change as an adult. "We're giving Ewan and Noah some space." Ewan was one of the purportedly "straight" boys he messed around with. A couple of years before, they'd started filling in boring summer afternoons with sexual experimentation. By 7th grade, making each other cum had become habit forming. However, Ewan had started talking about all the girls he wanted to bone. At the same time, he seemed just as eager to get into Colton's trousers as he'd always been. "He def goes both ways," Colton had concluded, "but I know he's still a pussy virgin. Anyway, I told him Noah was always horny, and they should hook up." By the time they'd returned to their place by the fire, Ewan and Noah were gone. Remembering that now, while laying in bed with Sage, Colton hoped Ewan and Noah had hooked up. "I also told Ewan we probably wouldn't be getting together again," Colton paused, and very quietly added, "He was bummed, but I told him I found someone I really liked a lot." Sage swallowed. "You did?" His hand froze on Colton's hip. "Um, yeah," Colton replied, adding, "He asked who SHE was." The boys giggled, and Colton continued, "I told him her parents didn't want her dating yet, so I had to keep my girlfriend a secret." "Um...so, do I also live in Canada, and he wouldn't know me, anyway?" Sage replied, mocking boys bragging of mysterious, never-seen girlfriends. Colton chuckled and shrugged. "Something like." "So...you're really ditching other guys for me?" Sage said, his heart pounding with hope. Colton traced his fingers along Sage's cheek, and leaned in for a tender kiss. "Sage, I have to tell you something serious," Colton said, mustering his courage. "I really like you. Um. Like a lot. I can't...I never felt anything like this before. I don't want to be with other guys. Messing around with anyone but you is just...messing around." Colton looked anxiously at Sage, afraid he'd said too much to a boy he'd known for only a few weeks. But he'd fallen into an easy, trusting relationship with the other boy, and if he couldn't be frank about his emotions with Sage, maybe he'd misjudged their friendship. A smile broke across Sage's face like a rainbow after a storm. He'd been uncertain of how to open up to Colton, and here the boy had cleared the path. "Dude, that's exactly what happened with Noah and me, this afternoon," Sage replied, explaining the emptiness he felt after a physically dazzling orgasm. "Something was missing. It was you." Sage paused for a moment, caressing Colton's arm. "Just being here, with you, just hanging, it's way better than sex with any other boy." He paused for moment, gazing into Colton's sparkling eyes. "Sex with you means something, and I feel things in my heart, not just my dick." Colton's radiant joy almost glowed in the dark, and he pulled Sage into a fierce hug. Their hearts beat with elation that spread to their loins, engorging their cocks with titanic strength. "Sage, I..uh...love you," Colton whispered, at last conjuring the word he feared. "I really love you." "I've fallen in love with you, dude" Sage replied, finally understanding the tingling emotions coursing through him. The boys continued hugging, simply sharing a rapturous moment. Slowly, their bliss manifested in their gently rocking hips, and their rigidly swollen limbs rubbed into each other's pubic mounds. Their lips met, gently plying with long, tender kisses. Colton slid his hand between them, holding their turgid tools together; his smaller pipe rested on top of Sage's in Colton's fist. The boys resumed their languid grinding, while their tongues twined in wordless communication. The ballet of their bodies was patiently harmonious, Their leisurely pace gradually quickened, spiced with building urgency, and the boys' kisses burgeoned with passion. Sage whimpered into Colton's mouth, and his body quaked. Colton knew his friend's climax was looming, and he held their cocks together harder, stroking them as well, adding to their grinding heat. "Cum for me Sage. Cum for me, baby," Colton whispered into Sage's ear. Sage's labored breathing tore into uneven shreds, and he thrust frantically. Colton's hot cock meat and hand inflamed the itchy tingles along his 4-inch length, and his hairless scrotum contracted. He pumped harder, imagining his penis merging with Colton's, welding them together. "Gaaah-uuuuuh!" Sage could barely stifle his groans. Then, his lungs shuddered like bellows, in harmony with the spasmodic surge in his pulsating cock. A clear, watery spurt spewed on Colton's barren base. A second, weaker surge followed, and then Sage dribbled through his receding orgasm. The boys stopped pumping. While Sage recovered, Colton released their sandwiched love sticks, and kissed down Sage's flushed cheek, to his mouth. Their kiss was lazy, lingering and loving. Sage reached between them, and took Colton's pulsing, 2-inch bone in hand. For several minutes, he slowly stroked Colton with three finger tips, caressing Colton's uncircumcised knob with its own foreskin. Then, his hand left Colton's cock, to wrap him in a hug. "You're hard, again," Colton whispered, feeling Sage's cock throbbing against his. "You make me so fucking hard, babe," he replied, trying out Colton's term of endearment, and liking it. Rolling onto his back, Sage pulled Colton on top, and he spread his legs widely. "Fuck my dick, Colt," Sage whispered. Colton bent his legs slightly, resting much of his weight on his knees and slid his hands up behind Sage's shoulder blades. He felt Sage scoop his meager manna from his pubis, spreading it on the underside of his cock. Sage wrapped their turgid tools together, underside pressing against underside. His lax fist let Colton's cock glide back and forth across his throbbing flesh. Colton's long blond hair curtained their faces on either side. With a steady, plodding pace, Colton rocked his hips, and his diamond hardness dragged up and back. Sage sighed from the sparkles once again crackling along his length. God he loved Colton so much, and gazed adoringly into the liquid blue eyes shining down at him just inches away. Biting his lower lip, Colton smiled down at the boy who filled his heart. He could tell by Sage's tranquil sighs that they both shared rich, metronomic, fiery tickles, sealed together in Sage's hand, And then he felt Sage's other fingertips fondling his scrotum. There's nothing more trusting than surrendering your nuts to someone else's control, and as Sage rolled and squeezed his balls, Colton pumped a little faster, and a little harder. Still palming Colton's bag, Sage moved his hand back, to slide his middle finger in Colton's crevice. This pulled Colton's grinding meat, changing Colton's angle of attack to a diagonal, and he groaned when his foreskin rolled and unrolled over his tender knob with every steady thrust. And when Sage's finger twirled around Colton's clenching anus in time with his pumps, he couldn't help but fuck Sage faster. Sage wormed his finger through the boy's starfish, and Colton soft smile stretched into a rictus of pleasure. Eyes shut in determination, he plowed Sage harder. With Sage's finger plying his prostate, he couldn't hold back the rising semen tsunami. Witnessing the tectonic force rippling through Colton, Sage rubbed the boy's button mercilessly. A star exploded somewhere behind Colton's balls, and he clenched his teeth to silence a scream that grew from his loins to his lungs. A thin spew of boy juice spurted onto Sage's cock and pubic mound. A second, thinner gush poured hotly onto Sage's groin. And through the rest of his detonations, Sage changed his grip to milk the boy drily. When Colton finished, Sage released his softening boyhood, wiped his fingers on the bedsheet, then ran both hands through the boy's long mane. Spent, Colton collapsed onto Sage, enjoying the wetness between them. After a moment, he rolled onto his side, and curled around his still supine friend. Smiling, he gazed adoringly into the boy's hazel eyes. "Fuck, that was good," Colton sighed, and kissed Sage tenderly. Feeling the cooling sap beginning to trickle, Colton reached to his night stand, and grabbed a handful of tissues. After mopping the scant spatters on Sage and himself, he sat up cross legged, and pulled the boy's sinewy legs across his thighs. Caressing downhill, from the boy's knees to where Sage's hips lay flat on the mattress, Colton knew he could never get enough of his friend. Colton couldn't put a finger on which of Sage's qualities endeared the boy to him more. Maybe it was his disarming sincerity. It could have been his chipper optimism, or his humble empathy. Whatever it was, Sage and he fit together as if by design, and pleasuring Sage filled Colton's heart with joy. Briefly, he caressed the triangular, creamy silhouette, where Sage's Speedo covered the boy's loins through year-round swim practiced. It practically glowed in contrast with the boy's sun-browned skin. In the pale light, Colton could barely see the the handful of silky hair encroaching Sage's rigidly waving boyhood. Licking a thumb, he held Sage's thrumming 4-inches by the stalk, and rubbed circles on the under side of the boy's circumcised head. Sage shivered from the rotary rubbing on his buttressing frenulum, his anus clenched, and beads of clear syrup bubbled from his piss slit. Lubricating his thumb with Sage's pre-cum, Colton continued polishing the sensitive underside, until the boy groaned,. Sage's eyes were clenched shut, and he submitted to Colton's tender torments, but he couldn't stop his pelvis from starting to pump, needing to fuck his friend's fingers. It was sweet relieve when Colton began stroking him, at first slowly, while the boy tickled and toyed with both of his testicles individually. Colton would have given anything to suck down the sweet sap continuing to dribble out of Sage's nozzle. But they'd promised his parents they'd be doing Safe Sex, and not trading "fluids." He couldn't wait for his pediatric appointment, where he could get the full picture on what he could and couldn't do. Sage's quiet moans grew a little louder, and higher in pitch. His hips were punching, and Colton could feel the boy's scrotum contracting. Colton stroked Sage in a fury, beating his meat like it owed him money. The pair had learned their lesson earlier in the week, when Colton's older sister had heard the boys' loud passion through the walls. Since then, they struggled to stifle their moans when they coupled at night. But Sage had to pull a pillow over his face to muffle his mewling, when his young cock contracted and labored to eject his meager load. Droplets rained on Colton's hand and Sage's pubis. At last, his anguishing orgasm died away, and Colton gently squeezed from Sage's base to his tip, wringing him out like a toothpaste tube. Sage pulled the pillow off his face, to catch his breath, and Colton cleaned them both up with a single tissue. Rearranging Sage, Colton lay on his side, facing the boy, gave him another lingering kiss, and pulled the covers over them. "My dick is sore," Sage whined with a chuckle. "It's gotten a hella fine workout, today," Colton judiciously replied. "Yeah, but from now on, I'm only exercising it with one dude," Sage said, and rolled onto his side. Snuggling his butt into Colton's lap, he curled into a ball. Colton spooned around him, and Sage pulled Colton's arm over his tummy, tucking the boy's hand between his thighs. "Good night, Sage," Colton whispered, giving the boy a one-armed hug. "I love you." Half asleep already, Sage murmured, "G'night, babe. I love you too." ==================================================== "Oh, shit," Colton's older sister, Ashlee said. "Sorry, Sage." The bathroom door had been ajar, and she'd barged in without knocking. Sage had just pulled on fresh, white briefs, and snapped the waist elastic in place when she entered. "No worries, Ash," Sage replied. He should have closed the door when Colton left after their joint shower. She hadn't caught Sage in the nude, but it probably wouldn't have bothered him, if she had. Having taken two steps back, Ashlee admired the kid's self-assurance, which was so unlike most American kids. He obviously didn't care if someone saw him in his tighty-whities. As the boy quickly hung up his towel, she chided herself for noticing that he filled out his bun huggers nicely. Colton had struck gold with this kid. After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, Ashlee straightened her work uniform, grabbed her purse, and knocked on Colton's door. Her little brother called back to enter, and she stepped inside to tell the boys she was leaving for her restaurant shift. Listening to music, and laughing about something, the boys were lounging in their underwear, enjoying a lazy Sunday. Ashlee had taken them surfing, earlier, and knowing Colton didn't mow lawns on weekends, she urged the boys to get out of the house for a long bike ride, or to shoot some hoops. Walking to her car, a stray thought hit her. Didn't her brother wear boxers? She was pretty sure he did. Ah, whatever. Up in his room, Colton saw his sister drive away, and gave Sage a roguish look. Meaningfully, he rubbed the front of the brand new, sky blue briefs Colton had bought on Friday. Unlike Sage's underpants, they were fancy, low-cut briefs, and alluringly snug. Colton rolled onto Sage. The boys' bare chests sealed warmly, and their legs entwined. Rolling and rubbing, they kissed deeply, passionately, and their surging prongs clashed through their skimpy underpants. Resting for a moment on top of Colton, Sage used both hands to comb the boy's long blond lox away from his face. "Where're you taking your Secret Canadian Girlfriend, this afternoon?" Sage jokingly asked. He felt Colton's cock flex against him, and he flexed his own, back. Colton looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned, mischievously. "Can you put on those panties Cassie gave you?" Colton asked, referring to a pair of girl's underwear his cousin had talked Sage into, a few days earlier. Sage giggled. "You perv. It's a good thing I love you so much." The boys climbed off of the bed. Though he'd prefer to see Colton naked, Sage had to admit, the blond surfer boy looked provocative in his sleek little undies. His diminutive tent pole, and gorgeous buns were alluringly bound in skin tight cotton that only blurred the details they encased. "Ahem," Colton said, and chuckled. Sage blushed, realizing he'd been staring. "I'll be right back, GIRLFRIEND," Colton said, sarcastically emphasizing the word. While Colton disappeared, Sage dug in his suitcase for the slippery red panties. After discarding his boy undies, he slowly pulled on the shimmering, scant girl garment. Despite his misgivings, they felt sexy, gripping him tightly in smooth satin. His engorged boyhood wept from its sensuous wrapping, peaking above the low cut waistband. Sage stuffed it in at a diagonal, and it lurched dramatically, stretching the silky wall. For almost a half-hour, Sage lay on the bed, listening to music, waiting, and wondering what Colton was doing. By the time the surfer boy returned with some garments in hand, Sage's erection had died away, and he'd almost fallen asleep. "Where you been?" Sage asked, sitting up groggily. "I was up in the attic, getting some things," Colton replied mysteriously. "Come here," he said, pulling Sage to his feet. "My sister used to wear this a while back, so let's see if it fits you." Colton handed him something that looked like a sheer white tank top. It had little embroidered white flowers, and Sage eyed it with skepticism. Still, he pulled it on, and it hung a little loosely, a couple of inches below his crotch. "It's called a camisole," Colton explained. "And you look really cute in it." "You weirdo," Sage replied with a grin. "I think my sister wears one to bed. But it's not as...um...showy." "Now these," Colton said, holding cotton hosiery. Sage extended a foot, and Colton unrolled a long, cotton stocking, with horizontal red stripes, up his leg. It reached halfway up his thigh. Then, Colton unfurled the other stocking on Sage. Colton admired how the hosiery hugged Sage tightly, giving the boy a feminine innocence that was also deeply sensuous. The sun-bronzed skin between Sage's panties and stockings was shockingly suggestive. Seeing the quivering ardor stretching up Colton's tight underpants, Sage caressed it with his toes. Closing his eyes, he rubbed himself with Sage's foot for a moment. Sage smiled at Colton, with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, when the boy opened his eyes. "Total. Fucking. Weirdo." "And you love it," Colton said, with a chuckle. Maybe he did. "What's next, dude?" Colton lifted a gold, plastic tube, opening it. "Lipstick?" Sage asked, incredulously. "Mmmm-hmmm." Colton had stolen one of his sister's unused colors from the bathroom. "Pucker up, Sage," he said, then stroked down in two adjacent stripes. With a little more touch up, Sage's lips were eventually a candy apple red that almost matched his panties. Colton grinned, and guided Sage to the bedroom mirror, standing behind him. Sage laughed when he saw a little girl with a boy's haircut looking back at him. Colton draped his arms over Sage's shoulders, and pressed his ardor into the boy's ass. "My Secret Canadian Girlfriend is pretty fly," Colton murmured, hugging the boy. Reaching back, he gripped Colton's firm, cotton-wrapped globes, and pulled the boy into him. "What now?" Sage whispered, hoping it was back in the sack. "Close your eyes." In darkness, Sage heard Colton open his closet, then fabric ruffled. "You can look now." Opening his eyes, Sage laughed. Wearing a white button down shirt, Colton was also in white tube socks and aviator glasses. If the actor Tom Cruise had had long blond and looked half as hot, Colton could have subbed for him in "Risky Business." But no one was as gorgeous as Colton - certainly not that ancient relic from a movie almost 10 years old. "I'm taking my Canadian Girlfriend to a ball game." Sage giggled, thinking it was a double entendre. "Um...what's your Canadian Girlfriend's name, babe?" Colton thought about it for a second, and smiled. "Saffron," he replied. "Let's go see the Dodgers, Saffron." Sage / Saffron nodded with a grin, and Colton lead them by the hand to the den, where he turned the game on TV. Colton left for a moment, and returned with sandwiches and sodas. Lunch was more satisfying than watching the Mets crush the Dodgers. Grousing at strikes and errors, Colton slowly stroked Saffron's lean inner thigh, lingering especially on the soft, exposed skin just below her crotch. Bitching about strikeouts and foul balls, Saffron squeezed Colton's lean quads, treasuring the smooth skin covering hard muscles. Every so often, Colton's fingers slid under Saffron's camisole, to caress the quivering hardness imprisoned in slick and soft, skin-tight satin. After feathering the hot, glossy surface for a while, Colton would slide his fingers into those distressingly tight panties, and softly caress the moist knob within. But only for a few moments, and then Colton went back to stroking his "secret girlfriend's" thigh. Saffron made the boy suffer, equally. Reaching beneath Colton's shirttails, she twirled a fingertip around the aching, quivering tip stretching the boy's skimpy, stretchy briefs, then tickled the the underside of his scrotum in its cotton basket. Back and forth, Saffron's fingers landed on Colton's underwear like a butterfly, then retreated to his leg. By the 7th Inning Stretch, the only real game was in their loins, and it was a competition to see who could tease the other more ruthlessly. Giggles and gasps drowned out the TV play-by-play, and their underwear was stained with spicy boy butter. Saying he had to hit the head, Colton bounded upstairs, and Saffron stood up to dig satin out of her ass. Her cock was so hard she grew dizzy on her feet. Then, Colton's voice echoed down the hall, in a sing-song pattern. "Shut your eyes, Saffie." First rolling them, she closed her eyelids, wondering what was next. "Saffron, you know the real reason I keep you as a secret girlfriend?" Shaking her head and chuckling at the confusing game, Sage/Saffron replied, "Negatory, my dude." "It's because you're a slutty little lesbian, in love with another slutty lesbian." Saffron's eyes flew open. Somewhere between amused and deeply aroused, her only immediate response was the growing density in her cock. Colton was now in a short school girl kilt, with a hemline a few inches below his groin. Unsupported by garters, white nylon stockings sagged on his slender, corded thighs, and he sashayed like a runway model. At the same time, Colton's tight, nipple-revealing tube top was both ridiculous and sexy - maybe ridiculously sexy. Saffron ached to bone the boy/girl so badly. Getting up with a grin to eagerly embrace the Colton, he laughed at the latest plot twist. Saffron's crimson coated lips met the matching shade on Colton's, but their tender kiss crumbled in giggles. It was just too comical, and they shook with laughter. Saffron gazed deeply into the blond's liquid blue eyes. "So. Who is my sexy, lesbian girlfriend?" The long-haired boy/girl grinned. "How about `Courtney?'" Saffron shook her head with a smile. "It's a pretty name, for a...uh...pretty girl." Stumbling with the roll play, she ended up giggling again. And yet, being in drag was starkly lascivious, and she was gleefully swept into Courtney's lusciously erotic world. Saffron's cock quivered as rigidly as the hardness pressing into her tummy from Courtney's mini-skirt. They kissed tenderly for a long moment. With fire in their cocks, both girls needed friction in their loins. Yet with a discipline as rigid as her erection, Courtney took the upper hand and sat Saffron on the couch for two more depressing innings, and it wasn't the televised ball game keeping the girls on edge. With giggles and groans, they teased each other all the way through the final at-bat. Both girls were grateful their team was so shitty they didn't have to endure extra innings of tender touches teasing their turgid tools. Vin Scully's sign-off couldn't come soon enough. But by then, the girls were coiled in a writhing heap of leg-curling, tongue-sucking, bone-rubbing passion. The girls' lips only parted for desperate breaths. "Can we go upstairs," Saffron huffed, her throbbing rod raking across Courtney's thigh. "Pleeeease?" Courtney's eyes were half-closed, and she panted through a slack-jawed smile. "Nuuuh," she huffed. "I want you right now." Courtney carefully rolled Saffron and herself onto the rug. She kissed her girlfriend deeply, intently. They were boys, and yet girls, and their torsos undulating shamelessly, humping their hard cocks against one another. While their lipstick-sweetened lips pivoted and rolled, and their tongues twirled and danced in a loving spray, their hips parted, and hands slipped under one another's hemlines. Saffron's fingertips gently traced along Courtney's spasmodic hardness, wrapped in soft, stretchy, skimpy cotton. Only the fly of Courtney's boy briefs spoiled the feminine illusion, and yet it set Saffron afire. She could make out every detail of her girlfriend's tumescence through Courtney's skimpy little boy panties. She stroked it with fingers on either side of the cotton-cloaked tent pole. Courtney spread Saffron's firm and slender thighs, briefly cupping her cock through her panties, and gently rubbed it with the flat of her hand, until both girls groaned in each other's mouths.. Their undies were damp, and their breath, so very very short. Rubbing Courtney more firmly, Saffron soon had the girl shaking and gasping. She felt a rippling in Courtney's base, muscles bundling below, loading the girl's prepubescent magazine. Devilishly, Saffron pulled her fingers away, to tenderly stroke Courtney's hips. Shuddering and breathing raggedly, Courtney had been so close to cumming, and she was half-anguished by Saffron's teasing. "Well that's a first," Saffron whispered with awed amusement, and Courtney nodded her head, still gulping air. Hair triggered Sage had always sprinted to climax first, unable to halt explosive orgasms well before Colton had even got his rhythm going. But now, Saffron's unquestioning trust, cheerfully romping in Courtney's labored sexual fantasy, had been more powerfully erotic than kinkiness itself. With a wry grin, the blond sat up, and flipped her long blond hair to one side. She was taking back the wheel for Sage's ride to Discharge Town. Spreading Saffron's legs, Courtney faced her girlfriend, and rested cross-legged in between. She dropped both of Saffron's legs over each of her thighs, just as they'd done the night before. This time, however, she unfolded her legs under Saffron, and pulled the girl's ass onto lap. Yanking her skirt out of the way, she flexed her diamond hardness against Saffron's bottom through two layers of underpants. Saffron's camisole was bunched at her waist, and Courtney surveyed the carnal vista below. The stretches of sun bronzed skin between Saffron's candy red panties and her red stripped stockings demanded caresses. Stretching the skimpy fabric diagonally, her rigid flesh was clearly cameoed in satin, and her circumcised head wore a large crimson halo, where she'd bled more pre-cum than ever before. With precise delicacy, Courtney reached inside, adjusting Saffron's aching boyhood so it ran straight up the front of her panties. The brunette's wet, circumcised head peered out above the waistband like a rocket's warhead, set to detonate at any moment. "Damn, Saphie" Courtney sighed. "You're a bad little baby dyke." After tickling Saffron's nuts with her fingertips and giving them gentle squeezes, Courtney cupped her tumescence through the shimmering, skin-tight fabric. The steaming member felt wonderful in its slippery casing. Rubbing slowly, but firmly with her palm, it only took moments before Saffron was squirming, and her hips began gyrating, pumping her cock up against Courtney's hand. Every time her firm, fleshy bottom lowered, it rubbed delightfully against Courtney's painfully swollen bone. Saffron's gasps turned to high pitched moans. But before her ecstatic piping grew into rapid fire exhalations, Courtney withdrew her hand, and Saffron groaned in frustration, teetering on the edge of a volcanic climax. When her breathing grew normal, Courtney grinned, and slowly - oh so slowly - teased her again, with slow and tender rubs. Bringing her to the frontier of the promised land once more, and then pulling her hand away, Courtney had Saffron whimpering. By the third time, Saffron's whole body shook, her balled fists pounded on the carpet, and she was losing her grip on their shared fantasy. "Fuck, Colt," Sage huffed, abandoning the roll-playing entirely. "You're killing me!" "Aw," Colton replied, tauntingly. "Does baby need to cum?" "Dude! What do you think?!" With a chuckle, Colton clambered out from under Sage, and knelt down between his wide-spread, stocking-wrapped thighs. Kissing up his quaking length and back, he spent a few moments sucking on the clearly defined, testicular bumps, then licked Sage's hardness like a cherry Popsicle, always stopping at the waistband. It was so frustrating. Colton wanted to suck Sage's hose dry, but they'd made a promise to his parents. Until they learned the detailed rules for Safe Sex, he had to content himself with plying his tongue up and down Sage's panty-packing shaft, avoiding the boy's vaguely aromatic syrup. "Pleeeease, Colt!" Sage moaned in frustration. It was time for Colton to get serious. Filling his mouth with a silkily-swathed scrotum, he gripped Sage with a thumb and two fingers, stroking him slowly, but firmly through his lingerie. Sparkles ran up and down his slender, 4-inch boyhood, and Sage's response was immediate, deep and uncontrolled. His hips began pumping. In ragged gasps, Sage desperately pled, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" Colton released Sage's nuts from his mouth, knowing the boy's hips could punch violently. Then, he as rubbed Sage faster, the boy's gasps were lost to a series of fast, high pitched moans. Sage's bowels clenched, and his balls constricted. His hips bucked and his loins began pumping his watery stew. "AAAAHuuuuAAAAAuuuuAAAAAuuuuaaaah-ahhhh-aaaaah-ooooh," Sage's anguished wailing burst with his first ejaculation, and continued all the way through his slowly receding, dry pulsations. Colton was entranced by the watery seed spurting up Sage's pale pubis, blocked from his tanned torso by the bunched up camisole. He kept stroking Sage firmly, though more slowly, until the boy's moans wilted away. Colton pulled Sage's camisole down, letting it smear Sage's spew, then lay alongside his friend. While Sage recovered, Colton caressed the boy's torso and smiled. "You came so hard." Colton said, quietly. "Such a sexy little girl," he added, wickedly. Turning onto his side, and peering curiously at Colton, he quietly asked, "Is that something you really want? For me to be your girlfriend?" Colton paused, considering it, but shook his head. He was exhilarated by this gender mingling dream, but Colton was attracted to boys, and he loved this boy. "Nah, dude. I want you as my *boyfriend*," he replied, shaking his head with a grin. "It's just you just look so hot in itty bitty undies, and girls get to dress up and look all foxy." Pausing, he added, "Ya know, if you grew your hair out, you could pass for a really cute girl. But I like you as a really hot boy." Sage repeated the important part, "`Boyfriend.' I like that." Their lips met, tenderly, and they raked fingers through each other's hair. The boys shared their breaths, mouths lingering, expressing their feelings wordlessly. For his part, Sage was relieved he wouldn't have to play a sissy. If Colton had wanted it, Sage would have made it work. At Colton's request, he'd have thrown on a French maid's uniform, and shoved a feather duster up his ass. But he just wasn't deeply in touch with his feminine side. Still, Colton was such a naughty perv, and Sage would play any games the boy could imagine. And it was hilarious that the world saw Colton as a rugged, straight, soccer-playing surfer, while in private with Sage, he revealed an inventive, erotic inner world. The boys' lips parted, and Sage raised an eyebrow, impishly grinning at Colton. "My turn." Half in dread of what lay ahead, Colton spread his legs, submitting his loins, and Sage knelt between. Raising Colton's skirt over his waist, Sage admired his fully aroused boyfriend. A navy spot stained the front of Colton's sky blue briefs, and Sage cupped the boy's straining hardness through the soft and stretchy fabric. Following Colton's formula, he rubbed Colton very slowly with the flat of his hand; the sensation of warm, throbbing, cotton-cloaked flesh pressed into his palm. It was an electric feeling; one that he'd hold him memory for years to come. After minutes of gentle friction, Colton's body shook with tell-tale spasms, his hips began pumping, and he groaned through grinding teeth. Sage pulled his hand away, and waited for Colton's tattered breaths to lull. When Colton's threatening storm evaporated, Sage clasped him firmly with his fingers. Stroking the boy vigorously, Sage took less time to drag Colton to his ejaculatory precipice. But Sage stopped rubbing just in time, refusing to free the genie in Colton's groin. Waiting patiently for Colton's body to relax again, Sage slid his hands under the boy's tube top, and caressed the boy's lean, muscular chest. Colton's nipples were diamond hard. Sage gave Colton one last lingering squeeze through his underwear. Though he enjoyed dishing out the torments he'd received, Sage was impatient to touch Colton's flesh. He climbed up to peel off the boy's skimpy briefs. With half-lidded eyes, Colton smiled up at the boy he loved, wondering what he had yet to endure. Sage studied the Colton's undeveloped cock. Spreading Colton's legs and kneeling between them again, he knew the boy's pubescent growth spurt would bring on succulent length and girth one day. Just then, though Colton was taller, his utterly hairless 2 inches trailed Sage in maturation. His tight little scrotum still clung like a limpet to the base of Colton's twitching stem, and while he lay on its back, the normally round sack became an oval lump. Cocking up Colton's knees, Sage pushed them up onto the boy's chest, then ducked underneath. With his friend's legs on his shoulders, Sage peeled apart Colton's muscular little buns, and leaned in to kiss the boy's clenching rosebud. Taking his time, Sage dragged his tongue tip up and down Colton's valley, with occasional detours to to twirl around his balls. Eventually, he circled Colton's drain, but ever so gently. Colton's breathing was heavy, and his cock beat a steady tattoo against his porcelain pubic mound. The pressure in his groin was becoming unbearable, and Colton winced, praying Sage would hurry up and bring friction to his cock. When Sage's tongue tip slightly opened Colton's ring, he replaced it with his finger. Massaging Colton's anus with a slow, circular caresses, he applied the lightest pressure, ignoring Colton's pleading. Colton's gates eventually fell, almost on their own. Finding Colton's prostate, he tickled it with light back and forth teasing. Colton started rocking involuntarily, desperate for more pressure on his acorn. When he started shaking and groaned through gritting teeth, Sage pulled his finger partially out. Colton's whole body spasmed, and the electric sensation of his anus lips being pulled almost sparked the looming explosion in his loins. But a moment later, he whimpered in despair as his climax receded. After Colton was once more becalmed, Sage slowly fingered him again, this time licking the boy's little berries, and it took only moments before Colton surged to the edge. Savagely, Sage denied him again. `Sage!" Colton whined in quivering frustration. "Why are you being so mean?" Sage chuckled. "Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Still, he knew it was time. Gently pulling his finger out of Colton, Sage lowered the boy's stocking-clad legs, and spread them widely. Knowing what the boy loved, Sage lay on top of Colton, and kissed him tenderly. Colton slid his hands to Sage's firm, round bottom, and squeezed his satin-textured fruit. Sage's lips left Colton's, and, feeling Colton's desperate throbbing, Sage whispered, "You wanna fuck my dick?" Colton grinned, and then he had a better idea. At Colton's direction, Sage lay on his back, and held his knees to his chest with his hands. Wasting no time, Colton knelt and wedged his angry cock in Sage's innocent cleft. Replacing Sage's hands with his own, he firmly grasped the back of the boy's lithe, athletic thighs through his long, striped girl stockings. At first, he humped Sage's buns slowly. But the silky soft sensation of Sage's panty-clad bottom tickled him mercilessly, and his thrusts grew harder, faster. As Colton pumped with growing violence, his handhold inadvertently rolled Sage back and forth, and his thrusts reached from the boy's bottom to his balls. Colton gasped, and his groans grew to high-pitched moans. His groin seized up, contracting his balls. Crying out, he spurted a brief, watery jet that splattered across Sage's face. Stars burst behind his closely cinched eyelids and a second small gush smeared in the Sage's crevice. He pulsated again and again, while his young tool labored in vain, with no more ammo to fire. Gulping air when his loins finally found release, Colton lowered Sage's legs. After he caught his breath, he peeled off the boy's wet panties, and used them to clean Sage's face. Sage had grown acutely aroused while tormenting Colton, and then the boy's thrusts had teased his taint and balls mercilessly. Sage quickly pulled up his chest, then stroked his bone with a full fist, while his face tightened in furious determination. Colton had never seen his friend masturbate himself, and the sight was magnificent. Spreading Sage's thighs a little, Colton filled his fingers with the boy's scrotum, and fondled his friend's tightening testicles. When Sage's hand flew faster, Colton slid his middle finger into Sage crevice. With a palm squeezing his nuts, and his hole being massaged, Sage jerked himself in a blistering frenzy. In moments, he grunted, his hips thrust, and he pulled juicy dribbles from his searing meat. Again and again, itchy fire burst, and his bowels compressed, even when his cock erupted drily. Finally, he collapsed, and Colton slowly withdrew his digit. While Sage caught his breath, Colton curled around him, and kissed his cheek. "Fuck, that was hot," Colton whispered. "Which part?" Sage heaved with a slack-jawed smile. Colton chuckled. "All of it. But watching you jack off was just...rad." Sage had been unembarrassed at showing his most vulnerable expression of personal need. The boys helped each other up, physically drained, but spiritually energized. Yet their vigorous passions had left them dehydrated. Before hitting the kitchen, Colton peeled off his tube top, helped Sage out of his semen-soaked camisole, and gathered their scattered garments in a wad. The two sex-sated, love-soaked boys saturated the kitchen with reeking fragrances of sweat and seed. Nude but for their thigh-high stockings, the two slender teens leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping sodas, and planned out the rest of the day. ============================================== To be continued...