Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2021 17:33:05 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms In The Summer | Part 9 August heat and growing love inflame two young teens. Sage comes out to his family, just before Colton arrives for a very passionate visit. Nothing good comes for free. So, 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 ============================================================ "So...how'd it go?" Colton's voice revealed his worry over the phone. Sage had called his friend only minutes after revealing to his parents his same-sex attraction, something he'd been nervously planning since his long stay with Colton's family at the beach. "It was weird, dude," Sage replied. The 13-year-old's tone was as ragged as his emotions. "Mom was fine with it. She said she'd figured that out a while ago. But Dad got quiet, and went outside. He's still out there." One of Sage's uncles was gay, and his parents had plenty of homosexual friends from work, so he hadn't exactly been afraid to talk about his attraction to other boys after dinner. But even in Los Angeles, where adults could intellectually accept LGBTQ rights in 1992, parents could still struggle with one of their own children coming out, and Sage's father seemed to be having a tough time with the news. Colton tried reassuring his friend everything would be fine. But though his family and he had met Sage's parents a couple of times since the boys had met at coaching camp earlier that summer, he didn't really know the Arsenaults, and families had their dark sides. If only he weren't didn't live an hour away... Just then, Sage's mother walked into the den, to watch something on TV, and Sage quickly wrapped up his conversation with Colton. Wishing he had his own phone, like many of his peers, Sage hung up, and sat uncomfortably, pretending to care about whatever show was on. Without turning her head, Sage's mom asked, "Was that Colt?" "Uh-huh," Sage replied. "He's such a sweet boy. I like him a lot." She paused for a moment. "Is he...a special friend?" "Mooommm," Sage groaned. When he said nothing more, Alice turned to look at her son with an arched eyebrow. Sage surrendered. "He's the best friend I've ever had, OK?" "I'm glad, kiddo," she replied, and turned her attention back to the TV. "Glad for both of you." Fortunately, Sage's little brother came bounding in to find him. "It's still light out, Sage," nine-year-old Harper enthusiastically announced. "Let's shoot some hoops!" Even if he weren't close with his brother, Sage would have eagerly taken the opportunity to escape the awkward atmosphere in the family room. A few moments later, the boys were playing "HORSE" in the driveway, shedding their shirts in the warm evening air. Unlike his big brother, who kept his brunette hair short for competitive swimming, Harper's bowl-cut locks fell almost to his collar. But in most other respects, he was like a young duplicate of Sage. Even Harper's shorts unintentionally sagged over slender hips, though the underwear on display wasn't plain and white like Sage's, but radiant with the colors of comic book super heroes. Harper loved his big brother, and had truly missed the hell out of Sage while the older boy had been away at coaching camp, and then on the coast at the Vannerman's house. So he was naturally annoyed when their father walked outside and asked Sage to come inside for a chat. Pulling on his shirt, Sage promised Harper they could play Super Mario later, then trudged with dread into the house. Leading Sage into the room the boy shared with his brother, Phil Arsenault sat on one end of the lower bunk bed. Phil patted the mattress. "Come here, Jellybean," he said, nickname his parents had given him at birth. Laying back with forced casualness, Phil gazed at his son. He was immensely proud of the kid, and he was ashamed at his own initial reaction to Sage's news, earlier that night.

"Sage, I love you so, so very much," Phil said, quietly. "There's nothing that can ever stop me from loving you." Laying back beside his dad, Sage, nervously replied. "But you're disappointed, right?" "No, son never. People are the way God made `em," Phil replied. It was an unusual statement because the Arsenaults weren't very religious. "While we were growing up, your uncle John tried hard to be straight, and he was miserable. I don't want you to go through that. All I want is for you to have a happy life." Phil leaned over, took his son's head in his hands, and kissed Sage's forehead, then lay back. Both were quiet for a moment. Phil gazed up at the bunk bed and laughed. "I think you're getting too big for this kind of set up." Sage had been thinking the same ever since he'd spent a week sharing Colton's double bed, though he didn't mention that. "It's time you had your own room, anyway," Phil said. "You're growing up and...you need space. Away from your brother." Sage paled. "Is this because I'm gay, dad?" Immediately, he assumed the worst. "I'm not molesting Harper!" Phil's eye grew wide, and he vigorously shook his head. "No, son, I absolutely didn't mean that!" Stumbling quickly through an explanation, Phil revealed that he and his brother John had played sexual games as kids, and he assumed most brothers experimented with each others' plumbing. And though he'd discovered girls very early, only Phil knew that John remained attracted to boys, until Sage's uncle came out in college. Until that moment, he'd rarely thought about Sage's sexuality, except for that one awkward afternoon two years before, when he'd accidentally walked in on the boy and a couple of friends playing with each other's genitals. "Jellybean, it's just that...uh, boys your age need privacy. If you don't have your own space, a boy tends to spend, uh, a lot of time in the bathroom." Sage turned beet red, remembering his big sister knocking on the door one afternoon, asking if he'd fallen in. "Uh, so, we don't really need a guest room, what with the pool house," Phil quickly continued, sparing them both from any further discussion of pubescent self-pleasuring. "Whenever you want, you can take over that room. Make it your own." "That's awesome, Dad!" Sage enthused. Harper might be disappointed, but he couldn't wait for a room fragrant with only his own socks and farts. "It's over due. Becky's had her own room all her life," Phil said, referring to Sage's 15-year-old sister. He paused for a moment, then grew serious. "But you're going to have to follow the same rules as Becky." "You mean, like, no boys in my room with door closed?" Sage asked, his face screwing up with curiosity and disappointment. Phil was now very uncomfortable. "No, not exactly like that. I mean...uh, your regular friends can stay there if they sleep over. But...uh...if you're in a...uh...relationship, that boy will have to stay over in the pool house." Clumsily, Phil explained that there was a line somewhere separating hormonal boys messing around, and gay boys expressing deeper intimacy, and Sage would have to make that judgement call. "Frankly, your mom and I don't want to figure that out. But it'd be unfair to Becky if we had a double standard for, uh, boyfriends." And as Sage knew, she wouldn't be quiet about it, either. "I'm guessing your friend Colt is more than just a friend," Phil said, cautiously. Sage blushed again, and merely nodded. "He's a good shit," Phil said, sincerely. "But when he comes out to stay next week, he's going to have to bunk in the pool house, OK?" Sage sighed, just grateful that his parents weren't halting his "relationship." Father and son chatted some more, changing the subject to baseball, and their disappointment with the Dodgers' season, and both felt their hearts swelling with affection for one another. Getting up, Phil suggested they find Harper and explain things to the younger boy. "Becky won't be getting back from her date until late, so we can talk to her tomorrow." Though Harper was familiar with the concept of homosexuality, and certainly knew the slurs, it took a bit of effort to explain to the young boy what it meant for Sage to be gay. Much later, after brushing their teeth, Sage and Harper stripped down to their underpants, and got into their beds. Sage was just drifting off, when he felt the bunk bed ladder shake, then Harper climbed into bed with him. "Can I sleep here?" Harper asked quietly, climbing under the covers. He'd often slept in his big brother's bed over the years, and tonight was the first night he'd seen Sage in more than a week. So it was natural for him to slide in next to the older boy. "As long as you don't pee on me," Sage murmured, with a chuckle, rolling onto his side, so the boy could spoon around him. "Shut up," Harper said, with mild irritation, then slid his arm under Sage's, to hug his brother from behind. Like Sage, Harper had struggled with a bed-wetting problem, but hadn't had more than a couple of accidents in the last year. Ironically, as late as third grade, Sage had regularly woken up in a diaper just as wet as his then five-year-old brother's, and had been older than Harper had been when finally starting to wake up dry. Sage reached behind and rubbed his brother's bottom through his snug little cartoon briefs. He really loved the kid, but grew a little annoyed when Harper kept talking. "How did you know you were gay, Sage?" "Mmmph...Most guys my age start liking girls. I like boys. I've always liked boys." "Girls are gross," Harper said. "I like boys. I guess I'm gay, too." Sage couldn't help laughing. "It's not like that, Harp. I mean, maybe you're gay. Who knows? It's just that I like boys in a different way." Sage paused and continued, "I like looking at guys, and I think about them naked. And I like, uh, doing things with them." "Doing what kind of things?" Harper asked, in complete innocence. Sage thought about what his father had said about growing up with Uncle John. Maybe Sage would introduce Harper to some of the things he'd started to discover in 5th grade. "Some stuff big boys do when they like each other," Sage replied, quietly. "Let's talk about that stuff later. Can we just go to sleep now, Harp? I'm beat." "Uh-huh," Harper replied, squeezing Sage again with his hugging arm. As he drifted off to sleep, with his caressing hand still lying on his brother's bum, Sage vaguely noticed a small hardness pressing into his bottom. ================================== "Welcome to beautiful downtown Burbank!" Sage cried, reflexively using his parents' mysterious joke about where they lived, and hugged Colton fiercely. Colton squeezed his friend back even more tightly. It had only been two weeks since they been together, but it felt like years. Smiling, their mothers pretended to not notice the boys embracing much longer than 13-year-old boys typically hugged. Maybe there was something in Alice Arsenault's eye, because she needed to rub away a tear. "Come on, dude. Let me show you where you're sleeping." While their mothers shared coffee and chatted, Sage lead Colton into the backyard. "Sweet pool, dude," Colton said, as they walked through a yard much larger than any in his hometown. Of course, land wasn't nearly as expensive in the Valley as it was near the beach. "Thanks," Sage replied. "But with the drought, we're gonna empty it in September. And no, my dad won't let me skate in it. He's gonna cover it with a deck or something." "That sucks dick," Colton replied. It was almost 90 degrees and not even noon, and he'd hate to be in this kind of heat all summer with no way to cool off. Not for the first time, he realized how lucky he was to live near the beach. "You gotta get back to Oxnard, dude. You just missed a rad swell. There was a storm off Mexico, and the waves have been the gnarliest." Like the main house, the detached pool cottage was Craftsman style. With a single room, including a largely unused kitchenette, and its own full bathroom, the pool house was meant for party catering and changing into swim suits. But there was also a large Murphy bed, already pulled down and made ready for Colton. The door had barely shut behind the boys when Colton dropped his bag, and Sage combed the blond's shoulder-length hair back from his gorgeous face. Their lips met, parched for one another's saliva. Tongues twined and danced, while the boys caressed and squeezed, and moaned and quaked. Their 13-year-old cocks strained against the confines of their zippered shorts, pounding rhythms of need against one another. Ever the pragmatist, Sage pulled away, panting. "Dude, we better get back, or..." "Yeah...shit," Colton huffed with agreement. Reaching into his shorts and underwear, he readjust his erection so it ran up behind his zipper. He wanted Sage's nestled between his lips, but it would have to wait. "Sorry you're exiled, Colt," Sage said, as they left the pool house. He'd already explained the new rules a few days before, and Colton understood the rationale. Even so, he'd much rather wake up with Sage in his arms than a pillow. He'd been humping the hell out of his own pillows anyway, anticipating his visit to Burbank. Just watching Sage's firm, swimmer's buns rising and falling with every stride was making his erection dampen his underpants. "I get it, Sage," Colton replied. "Besides, your virgin sister would be kinda bummed if you impregnated my ass." Sage doubled over, laughing. "Dude, I'd make the best dad for your butt baby!" They continued on, and Sage added, "Also, Becky's been beefing dudes since 8th grade." "I guess you two are on the same schedule, then," Colton replied, and they both laughed. After Colton's mom drove away, Sage bagged up his swim suit and towel for team practice, and the boys grabbed their skateboards and helmets. The rec center pools were only five minutes away, and Colton soon found himself in a shady section of bleachers. Amidst groups of parents, Colton waited patiently for the middle school swim team to emerge from the locker rooms. The boys wore identical snug Speedos in the same shade of red as the girls' one pieces, and Colton couldn't help staring at some of the guys. In varying stages of early adolescence, some of the guys filled their swim briefs with breath-taking bulges, and all were sleek and well-toned. Even so, watching kids doing laps and sprints for two hours really didn't hold his attention, and he was grateful Sage had suggested he bring a book. After the final whistle blew, Colton considered following Sage into the locker room, just to survey ripped young flesh in the nude. But he patiently waited until his friend had showered, changed and was ready to leave. "No practice for the next few days," Sage told Colton, as they pulled on their helmets. "Coach says there's an air quality alert." Colton wasn't surprised. The smoggy Burbank air was almost painful to breath. Stopping for root beer floats at the A&W, the boys found their way into the restroom afterwards. At Colton's evil suggestion, Sage let his friend stand behind him at the urinal. Slowly pulling down Sage's zipper, Colton spent a long time caressing Sage through his skimpy briefs. By the time Colton had pulled Sage's rigid boyhood out through the fly, it was almost too hard to pee through. But when Sage did, it felt like a distant relative to ejaculation. And Sage was more than ready to repay Colton, when the boys swapped places. Wrapping his arms around Colton, Sage palmed the hardness in the front of his best friend's canvas shorts. Slowly, he zipped and unzipped Colton's fly, like a tickle train rumbling up and down the boy's tracks, making the boy squirm with need. But then Sage did the unexpected. He unbuttoned Colton's shorts at the top, letting them fall down the boy's soccer-toned legs, to his ankles. Anyone could have walked in and seen the two 13-year-old boys in a very compromising position, and the danger added to their feverous ardor. Sage was barely surprised to find Colton's raging cock stretching the skimpy fabric of fancy, slinky little briefs. "No boxers, dude?" Sage whispered, tauntingly into Colton's ear. "What'll the bros at school say?" Sage hadn't really picked up on the boxer / brief thing until that summer, and still couldn't care less about people's judgement on his underwear choices. But peer pressure was more prevalent in Colton's town, and Sage loved teasing his friend. His best friend. The best friend he'd ever had. "Mmm...Who cares?" Colton replied, closing his eyes and relishing fingertips tracing up and down his textile trapped hardness. With a rigid rod pressing into him from behind, Colton was about to spin around and drag Sage into the nearest stall. But the boys heard footsteps on the board walk outside, and Colton quickly pulled up his shorts, and coaxed out a painful stream of pee. With an hour to spare before dinner, the boys split to their separate rooms to pull on board shorts and hit the pool. Gazing at the queen-sized bed in his new, half-finished bedroom, Sage sighed, imagining Colton sharing it with him that night. When specific images of Colton's slender little cock filled his mind, Sage quickly banished them, willing away the blood surging into his own young loins. Of course, once in the refreshingly cool water, it wasn't long before the giggling boys' wrestling grew into serious groping. Sage's fingers slid easily up the legs of Colton's baggy swim suit, squeezing firm, corded thighs, and rubbery wet buttocks. At the same time, Colton's hand squeegeed down Sage's muscular abs, past the boy's loose waistband, to squeeze his rigid boyhood. No longer wrestling, but meaningfully caressing, the boys gazed into one another's eyes, and their lips drew close. But before they could kiss, they heard the kitchen door open, and they quickly retreated from one another, folding arms and legs away like petals in the rain. Becky, in a bikini, led her new boyfriend, Ted, by the hand. A hunky football player, Ted was in a swim suit that strained around tree-trunk like legs, and the younger boys found themselves staring at his weight-trained body. "Hey guys," Becky said, introducing Colton to Ted as Sage's "buddy from Ventura," careful to keep her brother's sexuality a secret. Though she and Sage were close, it wasn't just concern for his welfare that kept her from telling anyone her little brother was gay. To her own inner shame, she was also afraid of losing social standing if people at her high school found out Sage was a little butt pirate. For Sage, the contrast between his big sister and Colton's was clear in their choice of boyfriends. Becky's type was a senior meathead with a muscle car, tirelessly calling other dudes "fags." Becky wasn't a bubblehead, but she sure played one, like so many of her 15-year-old peers. By contrast, Colton's 16-year-old sister seemed like an adult, and her long-time boyfriend as mature as she. Fortunately, Ted was mesmerized by Becky's boobs, and couldn't be bothered to even remember Colton's name, which left the younger boys free from any serious conversation with the older teens. Sage's dad appeared, calling time for dinner, and the kids all climbed out of the pool. While they toweled themselves off, Colton and Sage discretely checked each other out. With his baggy board shorts falling almost all the way down Sage's slender hips, revealing most of his smooth and muscular pelvic "V," it was understandable why the boy usually wore a Speedo or underwear underneath. Not only did he need it to constrain awkward boners, but his waistband almost revealed the silky ring of wispy new hairs ringing Sage's pubescent penis. After dinner, Ted took Becky out to a movie, while Harper, Sage and Colton played video games in Harper's room. Colton couldn't help but like the younger kid. He seemed like an even more angelic version of Sage. And the kid's endless, innocent chatter revealed a kind soul. Handing over the controller for Colton's turn, Harper had no hesitation in asking the blond, "Are you gay, too, Colt?" Colton sputtered and laughed, while Sage squeezed his brother's arm and gave him a sharp look. "Don't be impolite, Harp." "Oh," the boy said, quietly, while looking at the floor sheepishly. "I'm sorry." "It's OK, dude," Colton replied, ruffling the younger boy's long, bowl-cut hair. "Can you keep a secret?" "Uh-huh," Harper replied, nodding his head at the 13-year-old. "I am gay, Harper. Very gay. Totally gay. Maybe super gay." "That's cool. I want to be gay, too." Both of the older boys chuckled, and Colton replied, "It's not something you choose, Harper." As Colton restarted the game, Harper looked thoughtful, then asked, "Are you my brother's boyfriend?" Sage groaned, while Colton smiled. "Lucky for me, I am." Harper looked at his brother, busily working the other game console. "Do mom and dad know?" "Yup," Sage replied, growing tired of the interrogation. "Does Becky?" "Yes," Sage hissed, through gritting teeth. "How come no one ever tells me anything?" Harper whined. 
"Maybe because you ask too many questions, Mr. Mouth." Harper smiled, and shoved his big brother's arm with his shoulder. But he didn't remain quiet for long. "Do you guys kiss, like in the movies?" Harper asked in wonder. "Have you gotten an atomic wedgie, lately?" Sage replied. "`Cause if you keep asking questions that are none of your business, you'll be pulling your underwear out of your throat." Fortunately for Colton and Sage, Phil Arsenault walked in to ask, "Who wants to go out for ice cream?" Hours later, Sage brushed his teeth, and stripped to his underwear. But rather than climb into bed, he pulled on a bathrobe, and waited for his parents to go to bed. When the house was quiet, Sage climbed out of his window, and crept through the backyard, thinking himself ninja-stealthy. Unbeknownst to the boy, his mother caught site of the phantom-like figure gliding to the pool house. "And there he goes," she muttered to Phil. They'd expected nothing less of their hormone-addled son, though they felt guilty about holding a double standard for their daughter. "MmmHmmm," her husband mumbled. "Just as long as Becky doesn't catch him." "This is stupid, Phil," Alice replied. "Becky's on birth control. She's probably having sex with that...Ted, right now." Like everyone else in the family, Alice didn't much care for their daughter's boyfriends. Phil groaned. "Please, Alice. She's a little girl." 
"I wasn't much older when you were banging me in high school, in the back of your car." "It's not the same," Phil grumbled. Deep down, he just hated the idea of his kids growing up. "Look, wouldn't you rather have her safe, under our roof..." Phil groaned again, but eventually surrendered. He'd leave it to Alice to sort out how this would work for their daughter. While his parents quietly argued, Sage opened the pool house door. It was dark inside, but Colton had been patiently waiting for Sage's arrival. Getting up from a lounge chair, Colton was wearing only an unzipped hoodie, and a fresh pair of the fancy, skin-tight underwear he'd started to adopt for Sage's benefit. In fact, he was thinking of ditching his boxers entirely. He hated how they bunched up his legs, and he liked having his junk gently cradled. "Hey you," Colton whispered, running a hand through Sage's short, brunette hair, while leaning into to rub their noses together. "Hey you," Sage replied, with a tender smile. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sage could make out the color of Colton's skimpy underpants, and he giggled. "Are those pink?" "Yes," Colton replied, then gave Sage a tender kiss. "For your eyes only." "You look really hot," Sage replied, and returned the kiss. Colton's waistband bisected a firm, muscular V, and high leg openings framed long, sinewy legs, pallid half-way down his thighs from wearing board shorts all summer. Colton untied Sage's robe, unveiling the swimmer's lean, muscular body. His tight little underpants may have been simple and white, but to Colton, they made his friend look both innocent and seductive, a seasoning mix that made the almost-girlishly cute boy irresistible. With Sage's hands arms wrapped around Colton's torso, inside the boy's sweat shirt, and Colton's hands inside Sage's robe, the boys hugged each other tightly, kissing lips, cheeks, ears and necks. It had been two weeks since their naked chests had joined, while their mouths met in fevered ardor. So hungry. So very hungry to taste one another, while squeezing buttocks for dear life. Their kissing grew more passionate, almost desperate, and their cocks colliding in desperate need. Colton filled one hand with a cotton covered butt-cheek, while his other hand cupped Sage's dampening basket. Sage's fingers slid into Colton's underwear, caressing the boy's slender, firm buns. "You're so hard," Colton heaved in Sage's ear, then nibbled on the lobe. At the same time, he stroked the boy's tent pole with the flat of his hand. "I want you so bad," Sage gasped, then dragged his hands around, inside Colton's briefs, to the boy's loins. With a thumb and forefinger, he tickled and squeezed Colton's tight, hairless, round scrotum, fondling each nut gently in turn. At the same time, with his other thumb and index finger, he found Colton's uncut foreskin, and gently stroked the boy's moistening glans with its own hood. Colton shivered as itchy tickles flared in his knob. Colton curled a thumb and two fingers around Sage's boyhood, stroking his length, while squeezing the boy's scrotum with his other hand. Sage's face rested against the side of Colton's, and his ragged breathing grew faster from the electric tingles flaring up and down his turgid prong. Then Colton brought three finger tips to Sage's circumcised head, rubbing the boy's knob through his damp undies. Sage moaned, and stroked Colton faster, pushing and pulling the boy's soft, elastic foreskin back and forth over the tender tip. Though fighting back with faster, harder stroking, Sage was losing the battle. Sage's soft underpants raked his circumcised cap with more friction than he could bear. And then he felt Colton's finger tips glide up from his nuts, to grasp him by the stalk, and start stroking him with both hands. "Oouuuuuhh....no!" Sage quietly pleaded. "You're gonna...make me cum!" "Cum for me, Sage! Cum hard, baby!" Furiously stroking Sage's shaft with the fingertips of one hand, Colton continued fondling the boy's crown with his other hand, yet with more pressure. He loved making Sage cum without touching him directly. He'd even made the boy cream his jeans while making out behind the In-and-Out Burger in Oxnard. The best part was watching Sage try to fight it off, and Colton pulled his head back for the view. Sure enough, Sage's eyelids were cinched tight. His mouth opened and closed like he was chewing an invisible tennis ball, and his abs began to undulate. Colton was now masturbating Sage so ruthlessly, the boy's knees began to buckle, and tattered panting grew into tell-tale, piping moans. "That's it, baby! Give it to me!" Colton urged Sage. Pulling his hand from Sage's knob to support the boy's lower back, he stroked the boy through his undies with his full fist. Sage pumped his hips to meet Colton's strokes, and Colton watched in rapture as Sage's face crumpled, almost as if he were crying. Sage felt muscles pulling his nuts inward, and the tingling fire detonated in his cock. His lungs emptied as silently as his scrotum, and he soaked his undies with 2 or 3 violent jets. Colton slowly stroked Sage through a series ofl dry pulses. Hugging Sage to him with one arm, Colton continued to hold the boy's still firm cock through its wet wrapper. Knowing it would be too sensitive to stroke, Colton gave it tender little squeezes, never letting it soften. It would be tempting to make Sage shoot in his shorts again, but Colton wanted the next load in his mouth. "So fucking good," Sage sighed. "And so mean! I could have held out longer." They both knew that wasn't really true. Sage always had a hair trigger on his first orgasm. Fortunately, there were many more where that came from. Colton chuckled. "You just look so rad when you cum, dude." "A voyeur, too? You are a total perv," Sage said with a grin, then kissed the boy deeply. A moment later, Colton was kissing and licking his way down Sage's neck to his torso, lingering on his bellybutton. Getting on his knees, Colton kissed Sage's still rigid tumescence. "An insatiable perv," Sage giggled, running his hands through Colton's long golden mane. Colton was now licking his length, and sucking slightly sweet seed through Sage's undies, saturating his briefs with his saliva. Peeling the spit-and-semen-soaked briefs down Sage's slender, yet powerful legs, and letting the boy step out of them, Colton kissed Sage's magnificently hard prong on the tip. Its shape still reminded Colton of the helmet his Dutch grandfather had worn in the army. But having held that artifact on a family visit to Amsterdam, Colton knew it had none of the slightly yeasty fragrance coating Sage's pink bell. Sage let Colton swab his loins clean of his sweet, clear boy liquor, then pulled him up to his feet. "My turn, dude." Shaking off his bathrobe, and leaving himself completely naked, Sage guided Colton over to the bed, and pushed the boy down onto the mattress. With his feet on floor on either side of the mattress corner, Colton lay back and let Sage take charge. Kneeling between the boy's widely spread knees, Sage rubbed Colton's slender, corded legs. Colton's muscles felt like streams of granite, coated in soft rubber. Leaning down, Sage rubbed his face all across the front of Colton's bright pink boy panties. They were such a vulnerable, soft accent, contrasting with the lurching rod pressing up the tight, silky fabric. Sage dragged furrows in his cheeks with that wondrous flesh plow. Slowly - oh so slowly - Sage kissed up and down the two inch rod flexing up and down in Colton's satiny undies with each beat of the boy's heart. Kissing Colton's length, worshipping the organ in its rosy wrapper, Sage vaguely noticed there was no fly to break the glassy smooth surface. With one hand caressing Colton's tummy, and the other rubbing the inside of the boy's thighs, Sage started licking up and down his friend's steaming hardness, treating it like a strawberry Popsicle. When Colton started to squirm, Sage smiled, and sealed his lips around the the pouch containing his friend's tiny testicles. Sucking the smooth package, he stabbed his tongue in, tenderizing the boy's balls, making him moan in helpless ecstasy. One of Colton's legs kicked out, and Sage knew he was driving the boy crazy. Pursing his lips sideways around Colton's satin-strangled stem, Sage dragged his mouth up and down the diminutive distance, masturbating the boy orally. Colton's fingers curled through his hair, pulling Sage harder into his groin, and the surfer started gently thrusting his hips, desperate for serious friction on his furiously throbbing love limb. Sage slid his hands under Colton's ass, rubbing him through his snug briefs for a moment, then scooping inside the leg elastics. Squeezing the boy's firm, muscular melons directly with his fingers, Sage locked his lips onto Colton's knob, to lick and suck it through his skimpy, stretchy undies. Colton loved slowly teasing furious orgasms from Sage, but payback was torture. Clutching Sage's hair with both fists, he tried to move the boy's head. "Saaaage!" Colton quietly begged. "Please just suck it!" Sage gazed up at his friend, gulping in air like a landed fish. "Awww. Someone needs a cummy?" Colton groaned, first in frustration, and then with pleasure. One of Sage's fingers was circling his anus, playing with his tender, clenching ring. Colton's hips thrust a little harder, trying to impale himself on Sage's digit, while yearning for the boy's direct suction on his cock. Briefly rubbing his face once again on Colton's pink undies, so incongruous with the surfer boy's rugged body and fearless athleticism, Sage clenched the waistband in his teeth. Tugging with hands and teeth, Sage slowly pulled Colton's undies down to his thighs. Briefly standing to pull Colton's feet together, Sage unceremoniously yanked Colton's briefs the rest of the way off, tossing them into a corner. Spreading Colton's lean legs again, and kneeling between, Sage admired his friend's sculpted flesh. Though taller than Sage, Colton lagged behind in maturation, and his loins remained as smoothly hairless as the rest of his pre-pubescent body. Colton's slender, uncut 2-inches thumped against his smooth pubic mound, beckoning like a little finger. His scrotum looked like a soft, pink ping pong ball, rolling back and forth with every penile palpitation. Colton whimpered as Sage engulfed his nuts, swirling his tongue around the firm little plum, and sucking down his slight skin salt. At the same time, he caressed Colton's abs with one hand, while stroking the boy's knob with its foreskin. After so much teasing, the direct flesh-on-flesh contact was overwhelming for both boys, and Sage reflexively pushed his erection into the mattress corner, grinding in time with his stroking fingers. Sage licked and kissed Colton's stalk, then submerged all of the boy's cock and balls into his mouth. Colton groaned at the suction pulling on his entire junk, and Sage's warm tongue slithering like an eel underneath. Releasing Colton's nuts from his mouth, Sage stroked the boy's little shaft with a thumb and forefinger, while running his tongue tip around the slightly sweet nozzle, underneath Colton's foreskin. He stopped stroking for a moment, to unfurl Colton's hood and expose his darkly inflamed head. When he sealed his lips around the tender morsel, and lashed it with his tongue, again, he made Colton writhe and moan. For the next few minutes, Sage alternated between stroking the boy with his fingers while sucking his knob, and bobbing up and down the boy from tip to base. Colton's legs were flexing and kicking again, and he was barely choking his cries of anguished ecstasy. His hips thrust harder, and his nuts tightened, ribbons of muscles pulling them inward. "Oh shit! Oh fuck, baby! Suck it!" Colton heaved, and his hips pumped harder, trying to fuck the tropical storm surging around his boyhood. And then he ground his teeth, grunting savagely as his cock kicked in Sage's mouth. Fireworks exploded in Colton's closed eyelids, and itchy, tingly fire burst down his length. Sage eagerly swallowed first one, and then another thin, watery jet of infertile boy juice. Then, he slowly milked the rest of Colton's dry pulses, and let the boy soften on his tongue. While Colton caught his breath, absently caressing Sage's hair, the brunette began humping the mattress more vigorously. Colton's responsiveness had turned him on so much he needed to cum again, and Sage held onto the boy's thighs, while grinding shamelessly against the bedding. Still catching his breath, Colton sat up, and pressed a hand down top of Sage's furiously plunging tumescence, sandwiching it between his palm and the mattress. Sage was panting, grunting, and pumping harder, exhilarated by the pressure on his turgid, piercing probe. Colton swung his body around, until he lay flat on his torso, facing the 4-inch missile driving back and forth with increasing fury. Stopping Sage's hips with one hand, Colton whispered, "Fuck my mouth, dude." Then, he opened his mouth widely. Sage leaned forward, plunging his steaming, needful cock into the wet tunnel, feeling lips locking on, and cheeks and tongue surging around him. With his jaw and neck lying on the mattress, the distance to Colton's throat was shorter, and it was a good thing he could control his gag reflex when Sage's knob tickled his tonsils, again and again and again. In the dark, he could see the few gossamer strands of brunette hair crowning Sage's base, flying toward him and back, tickling his nose like tiny feathers. Colton palmed Sage's flabby, hairless sack with one hand, worming a finger up the boy's crevice. When his finger twirled around Sage's tender anus, Colton could feel the boy's nuts tightening. Sage's thrusts grew savage and uncontrolled, and his shredding gasps turned to familiar moans, rising in pitch with every exhale. Colton quickly pulled off, holding Sage with his full fist. "Cum in my face, baby!" Sage's hips pounded brutally, plunging his cock into Colton's firm grip. He barely strangled a cry erupting in his chest as fiercely as the explosion bursting from his penis. A single, clear spray of boy syrup spurted across Colton's nose and lips, and then a bit more bubbled from his tip. Sage fell forward, heaving, his mind reeling, only aware of the oceanic rhythm in his loins. His belly flopped on Colton's back, and his face landed on firm, muscular buttocks. Before gently rolling both of them over, Colton gazed in awe as Sage's penis continued pulsing. While Sage caught his breath, Colton eased them both up to lie properly on the bed. "Holy shit," Sage huffed. "I almost passed out!" "That was fucking rad, dude," Colton replied, licking his fingers clean. Sage leaned forward, and used his tongue and lips to clean his own semen from Colton's face. With a lingering kiss, the boys shared the sweet salty flavor of Sage's bliss. It was too warm to get under the covers, which was fine with Sage. He loved the sight of his handsome boyfriend wearing nothing but a hoodie. For his own part, Colton couldn't get enough of the adorable brunette. If he'd let his hair grow out, Sage could almost pass as girl. Well, except for his very hot, very boyish body. Wordlessly, the boys sighed, and caressed one another. Eventually, their lips met again in gentle communion. After several gentle kisses, the boys pulled inches away, losing themselves in each other's eyes. "It's really dumb that you have to be out here," Sage whispered. "It's not like Becky isn't having sex. Like right now." Colton sighed and nodded in agreement. "But we'd have to be a whole lot quieter in your room." Sage chuckled. "True that." Leaning in, he kissed Colton's nose, while playing with one of the boy's nipples. "I've missed you so much," Sage said, quietly. "I really love this." "I really love you, dude," Colton replied, and kissed Sage's nose in return. "Me too, baby," Sage replied, becoming more accustomed to their very private term of endearment. Sage's caressing hand slid down Colton's torso, rubbing around the boy's utterly smooth pubic mound, and found the boy's cock once again engorged. Slowly, he masturbated Colton, while they chatted about everything, and nothing at all. "On Monday, we'll have the place to ourselves," Sage told Colton. Becky had a summer job with the county library, his mother had lectures all day at Cal Tech, his dad would be on location with his TV show, and swim practice was cancelled. "So that means we can try those things..." "Really?" Colton asked with a grin. "Uh-huhh..."Sage replied, then bit his lower lip with a mischievous smile, stroking Colton meaningfully. "Now who's the perv?" Colton replied with a chuckle, then shivered as Sage stroked him a little faster. When Sage had been visiting Colton's family, a neighborhood friend had shown the boys a stash of gay porn he'd found. Much of it had been bondage-related, and Colton had been more than a little eager to try some of the things they'd seen. Unfortunately, they'd never had the time or privacy. But the image of Sage dominating him drove him ever closer to climax. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it hurt so good. Sage could read the signs, and stroked Colton with determination. Colton grunted, his body seized, and Sage felt a small wash of moisture in his hand. Gently milking the remaining dry pulses from Colton, Sage released the boy, and brought his friend's manna to his lips. The flavor was subtle, barely there at all. But he leaned in to share it with Colton, as their tongue's played languidly in each other's mouths. Laying back with satisfied smiles, the exhausted boys felt the night creeping over them. Before his fatigued eyes could shut, Sage groaned and got up. "I better get back, Colt." Colton got up with him, acknowledging their mutual frustration. But just as Sage reached for his sopping tighty-whities, Colton handed him his fancy pink briefs. "Let's trade," Colton said, pulling on Sage's very wet undies. The combination of Sage's lingering semen and his own saliva on his balls made Colton's cock twitch. But what really inflamed his ardor was seeing Sage in his pink undies, even though the boy giggled, thinking it was silly. And yet, pulling on his bathrobe, Sage had to admit he liked the clingy, silky feeling of his friend's underwear, and the knowledge his cock was resting where Colton's had merely an hour before. If only they could play like this every night. ======================================== To be continued...