Date: Sun, 04 Oct 2020 00:35:55 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Tales From Phantom Hill | Part 2 In an eerie part of New England, boys find wonder. If you think Nifty is a magical place - the sort of weird place that defies the laws of nature by its very existence -I hope you'll join me and donate to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================== Snow fell in silent heaviness outside Galen's window, from a surprise Nor'easter the night before Halloween. A couple of boys had gotten lost in the storm, and search parties were looking for them. While he should have been creating a costume for Phantom Hill's annual party with its sister school for girls, the 12-year-old could only stare out the window in moping self-disgust. Still sporting a bruised eye from Rashon's fist, Galen wished worse on himself. He'd not only ruined a close friendship, he'd disgraced himself when he'd yelled that hateful racial slur in a moment of uncontrolled rage. Both he and Rashon were scholarship students, new to Phantom Hill. They worked hard, and they played harder. A week earlier, the boys had been wrestling in Galen's room, and he'd let his hands do the the talking when his little penis started rocking. He'd squeezed Rashon's groin, expecting the other boy to grab him in return. Instead, the stunningly handsome boy shoved Galen away, and called him a "little faggot." Getting to his feet, Galen apologized, making up an implausible excuse. But Rashon's layered the tirade thicker, as if it would hide the fact he'd been just as boned up. Something broke in Galen, and he pulled up that most hideous word to lash back. He regretted it even as the last syllable left his mouth, unable to reel the word back. And then he was on the floor, explosive pain bursting from his face. Rashon followed up with a vicious kick into Galen's chest. But the real devastation came from the prefect passing by, who reported the boys to the Dean. Rashon was expelled for violence, and Galen put on probation. Galen was sure of one thing: it should have been he who was expelled. And Rashon had been right: he was a "fucking little faggot." Despite a rigorously homophobic upbringing, Galen couldn't shake his attraction to guys. He desperately yearned to play with another boy's wiener the way a camp bunkmate had played with his, 2 summers previously. When his parents sent him to the all-boys school, he'd hoped it would be like a candy store, but it went all sideways with his crush on Rashon. 

From Staten Island, Rashon was lean and muscular, with a coca complexion and mad skills on the soccer field. Galen thought the goofy, athletic nerd might even be horny enough to experiment, and yet he kept himself restrained until that fateful afternoon. Now, he'd do anything to have his friend back, and his shame expunged. Slumping in depression, Galen boy heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he muttered glumly, turning toward the door. His jaw dropped as one of the most popular boys on campus walked in; Gabriel Dornay, the mysterious, luscious, blond Belgian 9th-grader. Why would this alluring boy be visiting him? Maybe he'd been friends with Rashon, and wanted to settle scores. If that were the case, he deserved it. He was frightened by the pain, but he'd face up to it. He was just a little faggot who'd gotten his closest friend expelled. "Hi Galen," the older boy said with a smile. "I'm Gabriel Dornay. I haven't had a chance to meet you." For the first time in a week, Galen laughed. "I know who you are. Everyone does," which was so strange, since Gabriel had transferred in just a couple of weeks before. Galen looked expectantly at the older boy, wearing silky shoulder length hair like a halo, and wondered what this campus celebrity wanted. Gabriel grinned. "Maybe so. But I don't care about everyone. I care about you. May I sit down?" 
He'd seen and heard Gabriel at the dinning hall plenty of times, and he'd seemed much taller then. And his voice had sounded deeper, like it had changed. Now Gabriel seemed just a few inches bigger, with the higher pitched voice of someone Galen's age. He could swear it. But the formal manners and precise diction were the same, and somewhat intimidating. Stunned, Galen bobbed his head. "Uh, sure." Impeccably dressed as always, now in a black, long-sleeved shirt, and scarlet trousers, the 9th grader sat on the bed, gazing intently at the boy at his desk. Galen couldn't look away from those warmly inviting, hazel eyes gazing back at him. "Are you going to the Halloween dance, Galen?" Gabriel asked about the annual ritual that was one of the Phantom Hill's oldest traditions, and held in conjunction with its sister all-girls school. "I dunno," the boy shrugged. Even if he wasn't depressed about recent events, he didn't care about girls. Except his big sister. He loved her. She knew he liked boys, and didn't care. "I'm not attracted to girls, either," Gabriel said. "But they can be fun to hang out with." Galen's mouth hung open, and his face reddened. "I didn't say that!" How did Gabriel know? And was the older boy saying he was...gay, too? The older boy chuckled. "You didn't have to. Any kid who can't decide if he wants to see an actual girl for the first time since school started probably doesn't care if he'll ever see one." "Oh, right," Galen replied, with a mixture of confusion and relief. "So, you're going?" "Definitely. I like dancing with girls, even if I prefer boys," Gabriel told him, warmly. "Want to go with me?" "You mean, like together?" Galen almost choked. "I mean like as friends. `Buds,' as you will." Shocked, flattered, stunned, Galen grinned and nodded. "But what do you want to go as?" "How about wrestlers? I could pull off a Hulkster, and you could be Rick Savage." Galen giggled. "I love wrestling! But I'm more of a `New Generation' guy. Think Shawn Michaels." Boy, did he like Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreaker. "I'd never guess you took steroids for that amazing physique," Gabriel replied with a gentle smile, referring to controversies at the WWF. Galen laughed deeply, and before he knew it, the older boy had pulled him onto the bed and was tickling him into hysterics. "Come on Galen, show me your pro moves," Gabriel said. In moments the 9th grader and the 7th grader will rolling from the bed to the carpet in a frenzy of laughs and a blur of limbs. But once again, Galen's loins betrayed him. His pubescence grew hard as steel, and he rolled onto his stomach to hide his condition. But that was no defense against Gabriel, who sat on Galen's small behind, facing the boy's feet. "Time for my submission hold," Gabriel announced mischievously, and Galen felt the older boy's fingers slide between his leg and under his crotch. "Nooooo!" Galen squealed and giggled, writhing and squeezing his legs together in vain. He was afraid the older boy would discover his erection, and yet, at the same time, was eager to feel those fingers on him. And then, oh then, the sweet warmth and pressure on his little love stick. Galen lay still, enraptured as Gabriel squeezed him through his jeans, and he couldn't help but press down into his hand. "Do you submit?"Gabriel asked quietly. "Uh-huh," Galen sighed, nodding his head against the rug. "Then you have to roll over and say, `The Winner of Phantom Hill's Wrestlemania is Gabriel Dornay.'" Galen giggled. "Are you gonna let go?" "Are you going to submit?" Gabriel got on his knees beside the boy, still clutching his little prize, and slowly Galen rolled over, wheeling a leg around the older's boy's arm. No longer embarrassed by his hardness, he spread his legs a little further. It felt a bit like freedom. "Are you going to submit?" Gabriel asked again. "Never!" Galen said, giggling some more. Clutching the boy with a thumb and two fingers against rigid denim, Gabriel began to rhythmically squeeze him. "I can keep going all night, Galen." Gabriel said, lying down in the opposite direction, with a knee cocked up, and a foot flat on the floor. Galen seized the opportunity, reaching over to find the older boy just as turgid in his trousers. "Two can play at this game, Monsieur Dornay!" Gabriel laughed in delight, as little fingers copied his movements. "Galen, you're very cute when you laugh. You're very attractive anyway, but especially now." The 7th Grader was in 7th Heaven, exploring the third erection he'd ever felt, even if it were through clothing. Weirdly, the bigger boy's penis seemed no larger than his own. He wanted to see it, to feel it. But that would mean he'd probably have to strip, as well. With shocking timing, Gabriel said, "You know, the ancient Greeks wrestled in the nude." Galen blushed, and quickly blurted,"That's OK." "What if we took off some of our clothes?" The older boy asked quietly. When the younger boy said nothing, Gabriel climbed up, and pulled Galen to his feet. "Let's start with our shirts. Will that be good?" Galen nodded, but asked if they could turn out the light. Gabriel smiled and nodded. "That would be just right." The younger boy flicked the switch, plunging the room into twilight, barely lit from landscape lighting outside, while Gabriel removed his shoes and socks. As their eyes adjusted, Gabriel helped the young boy out of his t-shirt, then unbuttoned and removed his own shirt. All pretense to wrestling faded away when Galen reached to undo the younger boy's jeans. "Wait!" Galen cried in a panic "I, uh...I..." In the dim light he could see the older boy looking amused. "I'll go first," Gabriel reassured him, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, and letting them fall to his bare feet. Galen smiled. Gabriel was clad in slinky white briefs, cut more revealingly than his own. The shiny fabric kind of glowed in the dim light, and contrasted sharply with his olive skin. Galen could plainly see a rigid pole tenting up the front of Gabriel's undies. Though he knew he now had less to be embarrassed about, Galen was still nervous when the older boy unfastened his jeans, but he didn't stop their descent down his skinny legs. "See? That was easy, Galen," Gabriel said, then lay down on Galen's bed, patting the space next to him. With modest fingers laced in front of his groin, the younger boy was almost shaking and sat stiffly down. But he was also thrilled to be half-naked with the 9th-grade hottie. It was so confusing. "Now, where were we?" Gabriel mused theatrically. "Oh yes. Submission holds." Gently easing the younger boy onto his back, Gabriel tenderly stroked Galen's skinny chest and tummy, warming him in a way he'd never felt before. Slowly, Galen's fingers unlaced. "You know, you are very sexy, Galen," Gabriel whispered. He voice sounded like music to the younger boy. "I really mean it." He didn't resist as Gabriel pulled the younger boy's hand, and placed it on the steaming hardness throbbing up the front of his undies. While Gabriel continued caressing the boy's torso with one hand, and his thighs with the other, Galen explored the older boy's rigid boyhood, and what felt like surprisingly modest testicles. Galen let Gabriel move his other hand away from his lap, unveiling a snowy mountain rising almost straight up, with red piping on its slopes. Using a thumb and forefinger, Gabriel stroked the mountain's peak, and Galen gasped. With just those two digits, he slowly caressed the boy's turgid little torpedo for several minutes, and Galen followed suit. Gabriel sighed. "You're skillful, Galen. But I am going to make you submit." Galen's hips started to move on their own. He'd wanted to be touched by another boy so badly, and here it was, coming true. He was losing himself in tender rubbing, and gentle caresses. But then, Gabriel started to pull the boy's waistband down, and Galen's hands flew to stop him. "Please, don't," Galen begged. He was terrified of being seen naked. He'd just started growing a few silky hairs that summer, and he was terribly embarrassed by them. They seemed intrusive. Dirty. And judging by the flaccid dicks he'd seen last year in gym class, his 3-inch bone would probably the smallest at the school. "It'll be fine, Galen," Gabriel's musical voice soothed the boy. "Wouldn't you like to be naked together? Just us two boys, nude?" "Uh-huh," Galen nodded. He really did. But he was so scared, he trembled, and he didn't want the older boy to laugh at him. "Here, you take off mine, first," Gabriel urged the boy, who was very eager to see what he'd been feeling. Galen scrambled to his knees and quickly unpeeled the older boy's briefs, pulling them all the way off. Gabriel cocked up a his knee again for the boy to study him carefully. "Whoah," Galen, whispered. Gabriel's toned body was utterly devoid of hair. He hadn't really noticed before, but Gabriel's thighs and arms and pits were as bald as his pubic mound; smooth as glass. Except for the long blond mane spilling to his shoulders, and his eyelashes and eyebrows, the older boy was unblemished by hair or zit. Just like Galen's penis, Gabriel's rigid member was about 3 inches long, with a small round scrotum barely detached from his body. Their groins could have been identical, if the Belgian had been circumcised and pale. "Haven't you gone through puberty, yet?" Gabriel mused. "Oh, something like it." "Well, where's your hair?" "My people don't have body hair." "Belgians don't have body hair??" Gabriel chuckled. "Some Belgians. Anyway, now it's your turn." Galen closed his eyes and dug deeply for his courage, while Gabriel knelt to straddle a thigh. Galen felt the flat of the Gabriel's hand pressing down onto his rigid boyhood through his briefs, and he couldn't help but push back with his loins, strangely unembarrassed and hungry for more of the electricity bursting from his little cock. For a few moments, the twosome's sighs matched the slow, rhythmic compression as their shared common language. With the warm pressure on his most sensitive region, Galen lost his fear and let Gabriel slowly peel the red waistband down, then lifted his hips so the older boy could pull his undies all the way off. And like that, he was nude with another boy for the first time in months. But this time, it wasn't just to change clothes in the locker room. "Magnificent." Gabriel's whisper was like wind chimes. "Really?" Galen asked in genuine wonder. "Mais oui. You have a beautiful body, and your cock is perfect. It'll grow larger as you grow older, and it'll be a different kind of perfect," Gabriel told him quietly. For the first time in his young life, Galen felt at ease with himself. Naked and honest about his desires. He loved boys, and he was lying in bed with another boy - a homosexual boy who liked him. It could have been enough, if not for the painful hardness between his legs. Emboldened, Galen lay on his side in the opposite direction, offering his loins to the older boy. Gabriel caressed from the skinny brunette's tummy down to his throbbing peg. There, he traced through the silky brown strands encircling the Galen's slender base. "These are so soft and beautiful, like an angel's hair." "I hate `em. I wish I was like you," Galen pouted, then gasped as real fingers traced his length in actual skin-to-skin contact. Gabriel sighed. "You'll grow accustomed to them, some day. They just caught you unprepared." Gently taking one of Galen's hands in his, he positioned the boy's thumb and index finger on either side of his foreskin, rolling it back, and said "Peekabo," making the 12-year-old laugh. Guiding those fingers back and forth, the 9th grader taught Galen how to rub Gabriel's tender knob with his own hood. "Mmmmm..." Gabriel sighed. "You feel so good on me, Galen." Then, he drew the boy's fingers along his length, and left Galen to investigate on his own, while he feathered Galen's rigid little stem with butterfly traces. The younger boy was more than eager to explore every bit of Gabriel's cock and balls, then mirroring the older boy's caresses. He was falling into a sea of electrically-charged molasses, moving glacially, yet whipped by lightning. Normally, he stroked himself in a fury, so hungry for completion he never savored the journey. But now, he was was slowly fed a meal of tactile hors d'oeuvre, and his appetite only grew. Gentle fluting gradually changed into synchronized rubbing, every push and pull matching a deep breath. The friction built lazily, and when Galen later remembered the night, he wondered how he'd suffered through such exquisite torment for so long. At the time, he only felt utter fascination with the older boy's genitals, his spice scented cock, and little orbs swollen no larger than his own. But behind it all, the tidal force pressing into him was a building need to climax, and he begged Gabriel to stroke him a little faster. Gabriel chuckled. "Patience, mon ami." Galen whimpered. "OK. I fucking submit." "I told you," Gabriel chuckled. "Now close your eyes, Galen." The younger boy complied. Steamy breath rolled across his tender boyhood like a tropical storm, and Galen shivered, daring to dream the impossible dream. And it happened. First, a tender kiss to his little circumcised head. A drenching, electric tongue tip tapped against his urethra, and Galen writhed. And yet he still kept his eyes closed, so eager for what would happen next. Rich, moist pressure encircled Galen. A cyclonic force of heat and mouth water churning around him. A sponge running underneath, and hot, wet flesh pulling him from both sides. Gabriel's mouth was a furnace on his tender boyhood. Ten or so laps along his flesh brought Galen to the brink, then Gabriel would hold him in his mouth for moment, before torturing the boy again. And again. Deep. Savage. Tidal. Galen heaved and gasped and choked his anguish, as his boyhood was tongue-lashed and cheek baffled until he shook, then left to lurch in purgatory, before Gabriel slowly brought him back to the brink. He wanted this raw feeling forever, and yet he needed to cum so badly. And just when Galen thought he might finally explode, Gabriel's mouth left his boyhood to tenderly kiss each of the boy's tiny grapes, and caress inside his thighs. A new sensation. Something pirouetting into his bottom. A finger. Gentle yet insistent. It hurt a little, but felt exquisitely intimate. When it was all the way in, Galen groaned and writhed, and stars flared in his tightly clenched eyes. Just then, Gabriel's tongue snaking his length brought Galen to his event horizon. But when Gabriel engulfed all of Galen, sealing his lips behind the boy's balls, he fell into a vibrating wonderland, and he squealed. In the fleshy maelstrom, the world imploded into his loins, like a collapsing star. Atomized. A gravitational singularity. And then, life burst back, in a series of silent explosions through his little love cannon. Each eruption threatened to drain his consciousness, and launched moans climbing in pitch. 6. 7. 8 times his pubescence detonated in waves of dry light. His eyes fluttering open and closed each time, and Gabriel seemed to come in and out of focus with every breath. It almost seemed like the older boy was glowing. Gasping for air, Galen slumped with closed eyes, barely aware of his surroundings for many minutes. "Holy shit!" Galen finally heaved. "I never thought it could be so good." "Just wait until you start ejaculating," Gabriel whispered, gently caressing the boy's tummy. "It's the real reward for puberty." "Huh," the boy replied. He couldn't imagine anything better than what he'd just experienced. His orgasm had been so powerful he worried he'd broken something, and gazed at his boyhood, while it softened to 1.5 inches. There was indeed something different down there. His small feathering of pubes seemed to be far fewer in number. Reaching down and running his fingers through his strands, they fell out at his touch. "Gabriel! My pubes are falling out!" Was he going prematurely bald, in his groin? How could this happen? The older boy smiled kindly. "Looks that way." "But how?" "I suspect the same way you can hold your breath. The mind is powerful, and it can change many things." "I dunno..." Galen replied, looking at the other boy with skepticism. But the 9th-grader seemed so wise. Maybe it was true. "Will I get them back?" Galen asked, comparing his dick to the other boy's. If he'd had a foreskin, they could almost be penile twins. He thought about testing Gabriel's theory by wishing to be uncut, but regrowing skin seemed unlikely. "When you're ready, and want them, I'm sure." Gazing at Gabriel's still-throbbing adolescence, he saw its crimson head was wet, and a line of clear drool lead from the older boy's urethra to a small pool on the mattress. "Did you...ejaculate," Galen stumbled over the proper word, trying to keep up with the older boy's sophisticated language. Gabriel chuckled, and explained pre-cum. Then he showed Galen how it could be used as a lubricant on his sensitive crown. "Does it taste bad?" Galen wondered, reaching to hold the older boy by the base with one hand, while he gently rubbed Gabriel's spongey head with his other thumb and forefinger. "I've never heard anyone say that," Gabriel replied. "Do you want to try a taste?" Though he'd dreamed of putting his mouth on another boy's penis, he'd never realized it could be so organic. But he really wanted to suck Gabriel, and with so many inhibitions lost that night, he leaned forward, and dragged a tongue around the boy's majestic crown. Gabriel sighed, and Galen could almost swear the teen's cock head glowed. His adolescence felt warmer in Galen's hand, and he took a moment to savor the thin syrup on his tongue. Vaguely sweet. A little salty. And some kind of spice he couldn't name. He liked it, and used his tongue carefully to draw more from the tap. With patience, Gabriel tutored the boy in a skill that was much more textured and nuanced than Galen had fantasized. He was an eager student, kissing and lip nibbling and licking every millimeter of Gabriel's cock, truly worshipping his idol's scepter and tightly clenching jewels with tender teasing. Finally, Gabriel let him realize his dreams, and wrap his lips around another boy's tool. Carefully instructing his young apprentice, Gabriel soon had the boy's mouth sliding up and down his length, while tenderly squeezing his little round sack, then alternating with a few gentle strokes with fingers, while sucking on his scrotum. Gabriel's breathing grew heavy, and the dim outside light seemed to sparkle across his naked body. Distant, snow-muffled chapel bells signaled Lights Out, an hour later on Fridays, and Galen realized that time had flown, and that Gabriel had yet to reach orgasm. But before he could make that happen, Gabriel gently pulled Galen off of him, and crawled around to lie face to face. Their noses touched in a familiarity that seemed too natural for their short acquaintance. "You really are a beauty, Galen," Gabriel whispered, every vocal note liquefying the younger boy into a dreamier state. His eyelids slowly closed for a moment, and then Galen felt pillowy, moist lips pressing against his own. Though his eyes flew open for a moment, Galen sank into his first kiss. He'd been wishing for it for so long, and though he was a little too eager with his tongue, Gabriel patiently lead him through compositions of tenderness, and slowly built passion. Galen was surprised at how much pleasure lips could feel. And the older boy tasted a little like cinnamon, his favorite flavor. His boyhood, rigid and needful, quivered beside Gabriel's, and as their kissing grew in depth, he felt the older boy's hand enclose them together in his hand. Gentle stroking added fuel to the wild fire flowing through Galen. "Mmmm Gabriel," he sighed, when the older boy's lips pulled away so he could smile and gaze at the 7th-grader. "Can we kiss some more?" "All the time, Galen. I promise," the older boy whispered. "Mouths should always be vessels of joy," Gabriel leaned in for another brief, and tender kiss. "And there are so many ways to use them." Another brief kiss. "Including words of love. When you speak words of love, you nourish two people. When you speak words of hate, you poison yourself, as well." Galen stiffened. "Ummm...did you know about...my friend Rashon?" Gabriel's smile grew sad, and he nodded. "I heard something of it. I can tell you feel great sorrow." Tears welled in the boy's eyes. "I'm such an asshole." "You're many things, Galen. But that's not one of them. You acted out with common savagery, and you learned an important lesson." "But I lost my friend, and he got expelled. And it's my fault. I just want to go back in time and change things." "Sadly, you can't travel back in time. That's cold, scientific truth. But you can change things with Rashon in the present. I'll help you. Trust me, my little friend." "Am I really your friend?" The boy asked with with skeptical hope. "Of course, Galen. I told you you're beautiful. Your heart is your most beautiful feature, and a good heart is the only foundation for real friendship." Gabriel leaned in for a deep and lingering kiss, and the younger boy lost himself in a warmth growing from head to toe. He almost forgot about his aching hardness, but Gabriel began to stroke them together again, and he moaned into the older boy's mouth. Gabriel's lips drifted to the boy's jaw, tenderly kissing his way to Galen's ear, where he kissed and nibbled the lobe. Galen was shivering when Gabriel whispered, "Let me show you other ways you can use your mouth." Then the older boy's tongue snaked into his ear canal, and the boy squirmed and squealed, and his little cock grew impossibly harder. Soon, Gabriel's lips feathered to Galen's small nipples, gently nibbling and kissing and sucking each into a hardness the polar opposite of Galen's cloud-soft moans. Kissing his way further south, though stopping for a moment at Galen's navel, Gabriel kissed down the underside of the boy's thumping little pole, and paid a few moments' attention on his swollen sack. Smooth and round and the size of a walnut, Galen's scrotum fell into Gabriel's mouth, where a tickling tongue tip brought gasps from the young boy. Sliding his fingers under Galen's knees, he bent Galen's thighs on the boy's torso, and asked him to hold them in place with his hands. Galen stared in curiosity and eagerness. What happened next, he'd never have guessed. Galen was shocked when Gabriel spread his round buttocks with both hands, and planted a lingering kiss down there. On his butt hole. Then another one! He was so glad he'd taken a shower after soccer practice. And then he felt Gabriel's tongue swirling in his backside, wetly flogging him. Galen couldn't believe anyone would do that. He'd always thought "butt licker" was a made-up insult, never knowing it was a real thing. But the words were unworthy of what he felt. And the bright, tingling sensation building inside made him a convert. His quiet moans grew in volume and intensity when Gabriel's tongue entered him. So disgusting, and yet so awesome! Gabriel was right about the power of a mouth; it had enchanted his snake to uncoil, and harden with steel. Gabriel's tongue left him, and he whimpered once more in frustration. He was aching and almost reached down to stroke himself. But with revelations every moment, he sucked in his breath and waited for the next act to unfold, and the 9th-grader pulled Galen's legs back in place. "Roll over, Galen," Gabriel quietly suggested. As the boy did, Gabriel got off the bed, and pulled something out of the shoulder bag he'd dropped earlier. As the older boy returned, his erection bouncing with every step, Galen could see a very ornate glass bottle in Gabriel's hand. Gabriel knelt to straddle the young boy's butt cheeks, and sit upon him, and Galen sighed from the sensation of warm buns against his own, and the light touch of testicles. "This is a very special oil, Galen. I made it just for you," the older boy said, and the 7th grader heard a cork pull. "Oil? What for?" "I'm going to give you a back rub," Galen replied. Slippery, warm fingers dug and soothed at the same time, from his arms to his shoulders. And then down his back. Galen had had a few amateur back rubs, but this was a genuine massage, working into his core. And wherever Gabriel touched him, it felt like warm sunshine lingered on his skin, pouring into his muscles. A fragrance of roses filled the room. Galen purred. Gabriel broke from the boy's waist, moving down to Galen's feet, where he made the boy groan with delight. Then he dug into the boy's legs, rendering every muscle gelatinous. Galen might have passed out, if his entire being weren't spilling into his throbbing pubescence. "Is this good, Galen?" "Oooooh fuck yes, Gabriel!" Gabriel got the boy up on his knees, resting his head and shoulders on the bed. At last, fingers dug deeply into his plump buns, and kneaded them like twin loaves of bread. After many minutes, Gabriel's fingers left him, and it was almost a relief. It was so painful, and yet so pleasurable. More importantly, would Gabriel lick his hole again? He heard the bottle uncork, and greasy fingers slid between his buttock, pulling them apart. And then, one of Gabriel's fingers gyrated around his clenching anus. It had felt so good when it had happened earlier, he grew eager feel the older boy in him again. It took a few moments, but with tender persistence, Gabriel soon breached the youthful barrier, and Galen gasped. Moments later, he moaned loudly as something ecstatic burst from deep inside him, shooting down his boyhood like lightening. Again and again, Gabriel made it happen before he pulled out of the boy. "But that felt so good! Please do it some more." Gabriel chuckled, and Galen heard the bottle uncorking again. A moment later, Gabriel pressed into him. But as Galen painfully stretched a little wider, he realized it wasn't the boy's finger slowly impaling him. "Are you gonna butt fuck me?" Galen panted. "That's the idea. If you'd like." Gabriel wasn't really asking. Somehow he knew Galen wanted it, and wanted it badly. And slack-jawed for breath, Galen could only look back and throw his head up and down in agreement. Boys always joked about anal sex. Galen had seen pictures of it in one of the two gay magazines he'd sneaked peeks through at the drug store. He'd dreamed of it, imagining some boys from TV shows taking him from behind. He could barely believe that after a long evening of mysteries unveiled, his deepest desire was coming true. He expected far greater pain, from the times he'd tried a hairbrush handle on himself. But he was surprised when Gabriel slid gently through, driving right up to his electric buzzer. In fact, the initial searing heat evolved into an ineffable warmth. It radiated from his anus like a summer breeze suddenly puffing, when the diamond intruder slid back, almost out of him, then billowing again as that wonderful tool slid back in. And then he'd grunt when the 14-year-old pressed his special place with his knob, shooting more current down his cock, sparks bursting in his eyes. Slowly, gradually, Gabriel pumped faster, and Galen moaned with each thrust, needing to be filled and touched from the inside. Needing it deeper, and harder and faster. "You're so tight and warm, Galen," Gabriel sighed, caressing the boy's back and thighs with oil-warming fingers, while plowing him with gradually building fury. "Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhhh...Feels....SO...GOOD, Gabriel! A steam engine filled Galen, ramming him and retreating, again, and again, and again, making his balls draw ever tighter into his body, so eager to vomit what they could not yet make. But just as he was on the verge, and his cock was ready to plume, Gabriel would decelerate like a violinist pulling a long slow bow, with vibrato resonating in Galen's mewling gasps. Moments later, after the wave receded, Gabriel would plunge back into Galen, pumping him with a gradually mounting tempo once more. Galen's reserection, beating against his pubis, and untouched by any fingers, withstood this taunting more easily than earlier that night. But after reaching the precipice, the cock and its boy were quivering and exhausted and needy. And Gabriel seemed to know. The room filled with slapping sounds and deeper aromas of unknown spices, while the sparks in Galen's eyes became erupting stars, and the walls seemed to pulse colorfully in time Gabriel's thrusts. Everything seemed connected in a luminous, pounding rhythm; a ubiquitous baseline leading to an intensity gathering inside him. Swirling heat. Like a hurricane circling in the union of his ass and loins, reaching out through his torso and legs. Finally, Gabriel's pumping blurred into one continuous flare of heat in Galen, and his cock screamed silently. For the second time that night, Galen's world tumbled into his loins, and his cock detonated with volley after volley of dry light. Galen would later remember shrieking, and wondered why nobody in his dorm had come to investigate. It had been a deep, primal bellowing, the only way to express a symphonic miracle that couldn't be described. And after his cock found peace, he'd fallen into darkness. =============================================================== Chapel bells. Galen sighed. Morning already? Rolling onto his back under his bed covers, and opening his eyes, the events of the night before came back in a flood of images and sensations. He was alone, and he wondered when Gabriel had left. Probably not long after Galen passed out. He hoped the older boy had cum and worried he'd stolen all the night's pleasure. Climbing out of bed, he smiled on discovering that Gabriel had dressed him in fresh underpants. Then, curious if he'd dreamt much of the night, he stretched out the blue waistband, and peered down at his flaccid little boyhood. It was true. His hairs had vanished. With a smile, he rubbed his now smooth pubic mound in satisfaction. Someday, he'd have them again. But only on his terms. Gabriel had left a couple of gifts on Galen's desk: the ornate bottle of oil, a folded red garment, and a note he picked up to read. "Galen - I hope you treasure last night as much as I will. See you next Saturday? -- A." Saturday could not come soon enough. But then he remembered the Halloween dance. Weren't they attending together? Just then, there was a knock at the door. Normally, Galen would have scrambled to cover himself. But today, he could care less if anyone saw him in his underwear. Or naked, for that matter. It was such a strange new feeling when he called out, "Come in!' Rashon stood in the door, dressed casually for a Saturday. He smirked at Galen, who's jaw hung open. "Time to move, Bobbie Brady," the other 12-year old said, using his nickname for Galen. "Breakfast's in 10 minutes." Galen just stood there, staring, and Rashon cocked his head in curiosity. "You OK?" Galen snapped out of it. "Rashon - what are you doing here?" "Did you drop yourself on your own head? I just said breakfast IS. IN. TEN. MINUTES." "Are you back in school?" Galen asked in wonder. "Uh, really, are you OK? I haven't been anywhere but here. We studied together. Yesterday." "You mean you weren't suspended?" Rashon walked toward him with a look of concern. "We're gonna go see the nurse. Did you fall and hit your head?" "What day is it?" He asked, as Rashon picked up the boy's jeans and handed them to Galen. "Saturday. The 31st. You know, Halloween," Rashon continued, finding a shirt and socks for his friend. Galen dressed slowly, still staring at the other boy. Rashon noticed the red material and unfurled it. "So you got the tights! Hope you got the rest of the costume, `cause I'm gonna be rad as The Undertaker." After pulling on snow boots, Galen could only shake his head in wonder. That terrible day had never happened. Or it had unhappened. "Sorry, I think I was still asleep, when you came in." "Right, but we're still gonna see the nurse," Rashon replied. "And if she say's your good to go, you're not getting out of the party. You may not be into girls, but they'll be into us." Galen shut the door behind them, and Rashon draped his arm over his friend's shoulder. "And if I don't score me some pussy, maybe you'll finally get lucky with a slice of this." Rashon belly-laughed at his friend's shocked expression. "Weirder things have happened." "You have no idea," Galen replied, giving his friend a playful punch to the gut.