Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 16:29:07 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: The Night Clerk | Part 2 The continuing story of two boys with unusual jobs, meeting in the Pacific Northwest. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================== "Are you kidding me?" Trevor Anderson sputtered at his dad, Gary. "He directed `The Angry Wave?' "Sure did, Peanut," the man replied, using the nickname his parents had bestowed since Trevor's infancy. "Hand me another wood screw, will ya?" As the two finished hanging a replacement door for room 12, the 14-year-old was stunned his new friend's father had been nominated for an Academy Award for direction, 3 years earlier. The man's 13-year-old son, Harley De Vries was a minor child actor, and Trevor had planned to spend the night streaming all of the boy's shows. But he'd never thought to look up Harley's parents on IMDB, and felt a little foolish he hadn't recognized Bram De Vries' name on the man's credit card when he'd checked into the motel. The De Vries family had stopped the night before at the Anderson family's Dew Drop Motor Court, on their way touring the Pacific Coast Highway. Late that night, Trevor checked them into the remote forest motel, the only choice for road-weary travelers on their way to Olympic National Park. During the week, he had the night shift as his summer job, and it was Trevor's wildly improbable luck that the unassuming Hollywood family had a gay son near his age. Over a couple of passionate hours, the chance meeting revealed them to be kindred spirits from very different worlds. And Trevor couldn't wait to see Harley again on the family's return trip. On the southern coastal end of Washington State's Olympic Peninsula, the Andersons lived in a struggling region depending on fishing, timber and tourism, and it wasn't exactly a tourist destination. So when the De Vries family booked two nights at the motel the following week while chicking out, there was only one reason: so Harley and Trevor could spend time together. Trevor's parents were playing it low key, though quietly, but warily happy their son might have met someone special. Though Bram's fame was a unsettling, they were more concerned about Trevor's eventual heartache when the De Vries family continued on. Still they were still glad he was taking the first steps toward adulthood and romance. Trevor's parents correctly suspected their son was regularly hooking up with Spider McCoy in the afternoons, when the 15-year-old worked as a housekeeper at the motel. It was easy to see Trevor had feelings for Spider that went unrequited, and they hoped Harley De Vries would broaden their son's horizons. Just as Gary Anderson packed up his tools, Spider rolled in on his illegal 125CC dirt bike, fresh from his morning job at the boat yard. Gary had to admire a kid who worked his ass off all summer at three jobs, racing to each over dirt roads on a machine he'd rebuilt. It'd be even better if the kid could make up his mind about boys or girls, and let their son off the hook. "Hey Spider," Trevor called, as the older boy waved, and pulled off his helmet and gloves. Gary studied his son, while the boy readjusted his straight, shoulder-length red hair in the bandana he wore for physical work. Trevor seemed to have lost the puppy-dog gaze he'd usually kept locked on Spider. Trevor's dad waved, and walked back to the office, secretly satisfied his son's crush might be going away. The teenagers rolled out their equipment cart to clean one wing of the motel, while year-round employees Alejandra and Shauna worked on the other end. In the early summer, when travelers were infrequent on Mondays and Tuesdays, the boys could spend a long time in the final room, sating their adolescent needs in the shower, the bed or on the floor. But at the height of the season, in early August, they barely had time for fast and furious make-outs and mutual masturbation, fists moving furiously with their trousers bunched on the floor. Trevor couldn't recall how it'd started when the slightly older boy was hired for seasonal work. It didn't really matter, because they both needed their bodies pressed together, with their fingers flying urgently. And by the time Spider and he entered room 50, they were both rigid with anticipation. Spider McCoy, lean and sinewy, had lagged behind his classmates' growth, until the year before. Already rail thin, and, sick of bullying in 7th grade, he took up weight-lifting and boxing, and over time, his tormenters learned that picking on this late bloomer could lead to a broken nose. He was a badass in Trevor's eyes. Unfortunately, the older boy was very confused about what he wanted, hungering for girls while feasting on boys, thinking he should plant his flag on either hill. Trevor wondered why it even mattered, and was just happy to smell the boy's short-cropped, work-dampened hair when the 15-year-old wrapped his arms around him. "Sorry we couldn't hang yesterday," Spider whispered, pressing Trevor against the floral wallpaper. "And we only have 20 minutes before I gotta motor, dude." "Better than no time at all." The 15-year-old pressed his lips to Trevor's, his torso undulating against the younger boy's. Their hands caressed, and hard loins welding together with insatiable need. Trevor, usually eager to pillage Spider's mouth with his own, pulled away to focus on the other boy's cheek and jaw. Spider picked up on the change of tempo, like a dancer's partner suddenly limping. "Everything OK, dude?" Spider whispered through Trevor's silken curtain of hair. "Yeah, man," Trevor replied quietly, not wanting to look the other boy in eye. "But, um, I kinda...met someone. And I think I like him a lot." Still holding Spider in his arms, his hands stopped caressing, worried his confession was some kind of transgression. To his surprise, the older boy pulled away just enough to give Trevor a kiss on the cheek, filled not with passion but with brotherly affection. "That's great, Trev!" For all their furious coupling that summer, Spider had never been able to return the same feelings for Trevor as the boy had for him. And he he was genuinely happy the bright, sensitive boy might find someone who could fill that roll. "Yeah, but he lives way far away. In L.A." Very briefly, he mentioned how he'd met Harley, without any of the specifics about the boy. But he was proud to mention that Harley's family was coming back, just to see him. Spider sighed. "That's hellacious. And complicated." The boys hugged a little harder, gently stroking their faces against one another. Spider understood the pangs of desire beyond reach, and there was someone who'd just entered his life so inappropriate that his empathy took physical force. His unflagging hardness strained unendurably against Trevor's, and his fingers returned to caressing the boy's shoulders, and up his neck and the back of his head. "I know you want to be with him now. You can, if you want," Spider whispered, "In your head." All too often, though he'd never told the other boy, Spider had pictured girls and boys from school, when he and Trevor strained together in their adolescent urgency. Now, not only was he happy to return the favor, he really wanted to be in the moment, so his mind wouldn't drift to the boy, so completely out of bounds. Before Trevor could answer, Spider lead him by the hand to the still unmade bed, fortunately unblemished with obvious iniquity. "Just close your eyes, Trev," Spider said, rubbing his palm up and down along the hardness pressing against the boy's zipper. With little time to tease his friend, Spider undid Trevor's baggy cargo shorts, pulling them and the boy's snug undies down the redhead's sinewy, runner's legs, over the boy's beat-up Chucks, and off. Laying in just his footwear and sweaty t-shirt, the redhead's 5-inch, circumcised hardness beat a needful rhythm against his small fire bush, contrasting like a little mustache against smooth, ivory plain. Trevor spread his legs widely, revealing a still-hairless, sagging sack that partially hid the boy's crevice. Spider slowly exhaled, studying the beauty before him, then quickly undid his jeans, letting them fall to his feet. Taking just a moment to rub the pole leaking through his skin-tight boxer briefs, Spider shoved them down his legs and knelt between Trevor's legs. Taking Trevor with a thumb and forefinger, midway down the boy's slender 5-inch staff, Spider leaned toward the boy's circumcised head, glistening with trickling clear syrup. Pursing his lips around Trevor's tip, Spider squeezed his cheeks together, sucking the boy's almost flavorless manna, then parted the younger boy's pee-hole with his tongue tip. Hearing a squeal, Spider glanced up, and saw Trevor pull a pillow over his face, squeezing it with both arms. He's such a little hottie, Spider thought. Whoever the mystery boy is, he's a lucky kid. Not for the first time, Spider wondered why he'd never latched his heart to Trevor's, and it seemed too late now. The older boy moved his lips down behind Trevor's helmet, pulling his lips back and forth from ridge to tip, draining even more of the boy's copious drool. Swabbing Trevor's knob with his tongue, Spider wrapped a thumb and two fingers in an "O" around the boy's base, and started stroking. At the same time, he filled his other fingers with the boy's small testicles in their sagging, steaming sack, rolling them and tickling them and enjoying youthful perfection. High pitched sounds muffled through Trevor's pillow. Spider's own needs grew correspondingly. His thicker six inches wagged with desire, and a thin stream bridged from his circumcised head to the sheets below. Spider pulled his fingers from Trevor's nuts, and wrapped his fist fully around his own cock. With lips following the fingers stroking Trevor's shaft, Spider's head and hand pumped to the boy's little bush and quickly retreated, then returned. Squeezing with his cheeks and tongue, Spider had the boy's hips gently rocking in time. Peeling his fingers from Trevor's pole, Spider's fingers traced up from Trevor's little thatch, under the boy's t-shirt and across sweat-moistened abs. Fingers working around one nipple, and then the other, gently tweaking and pulling and playing, Spider wished that boys had boobs. Or that girls had cocks. He'd rummage around in his head trying to figure all that out later. But right then, he pumped himself harder, relishing Trevor's rock hard cones, and eagerly sucking the boy's throbbing tumescence. The pillow-muffled moaning grew louder, and Trevor's fists crushed the bedding like a couple of oranges. His hips pumped harder, thrusting his cock into Spider's undulating throat. The pleasure he brought to the redhead felt like a super power, and Spider throttled himself furiously. Moments later, a scream ripped through the pillow like a wail from deep within the earth, and Trevor's back arched violently. If Spider hadn't been ready, he might have drowned in the thunderous detonation into his throat. But he was holding his breath and sucking down every jet of savory Trevor Sauce. The sight, sound, sensation and taste of Trevor's convulsive detonations pushed Spider over the edge. His mouth grew slack, and fire billowed from his nuts. Just as Trevor's cock silently dribbled its last desperate tears of joy from Spider's lips, the older boy's adolescent cannon burst, gushing thick, hot loads, again and again, spraying across the redhead's shaking legs and, and tender, bald scrotum. Quietly wailing around Trevor's softening cock, which rested on his tongue, Spider violently yanked every last shred of viscous, fertile rope coiled within his nuts, in pounding spasms, washing from his loins to the stars exploding in his head. As Trevor's boyhood fell from his mouth, Spider felt the boy's fingers combing through his hair, though he scarcely registered anything else from his numbed body. At last, he collapsed face-first onto Trevor's chest, catching his breath while the other boy caressed him tenderly. He'd barely fallen into the downy haze of post-orgasmic bliss when Spider felt his phone vibrating in the trousers bunched at his ankles. "Fuck!" Spider groaned. At Trevor's startled look, Spider explained. "Five-minute warning," he said, reminding Trevor of the alarm he'd set before he'd have to leave for his night job. Maybe if they'd ever had time to nurture their tender friendship, his relationship with Trevor might have grown into something more. But they'd only known one another for two months, and wouldn't be going to the same schools in the Fall. In a flurry, the boy's cleaned their juices with sheets and towels bundled for the laundry, and hurriedly scrubbed the room. ===================================================== Midway through Bram De Vries "Heart Stopper," a heavy-handed movie Trevor wasn't liking much, a very young blond boy ran naked in the back ground during a beach scene. Trevor stopped the player, backed up the scene and froze it. Maybe 4 or 5 years old, Harley's much younger little body was unmistakable. Shuttling frame-by-frame until Harley's penis wagged into view, Trevor gasped. Even as a toddler, his friend was gifted with outstanding tackle, dangling above an almost non-existent scrotum. And his little bum was so adorable, young Harley would have been the sort of kid adults couldn't help but cuddle. Harley didn't like talking about his own acting career, and Trevor wondered how many uncredited extra rolls he filled for his dad. No matter what, Trevor was going to use a screenshot of this scene to give his friend shit on their next FaceTime chat. He couldn't wait to see the L.A. boy in two days. They'd grown so close on phone sessions stretching well into Harley's night shifts running the motel office, it almost seemed like Harley was a missing limb. Alone in his hotel room in some Olympic Park spa, Harley could have tormented Trevor with openly naked eroticism, but deliberately kept his clothes on and his conversations away from sex. It would have been too mean to get Trevor boned up and unable to spank it while attending to guests. By Friday morning, Trevor had caught up on all the De Vries family's screen work - that is, the shows that were still available. While Harley's modest body of work still streamed, a lot of Bram De Vries movies were out of circulation, only available on expensive downloads or DVDs. He may have been one of the most influential directors of his time, but his movies weren't cash cows. Big name actors worked on his movies for guild scale fees, just for the prestige. That morning, Trevor's parents had to give the boy chores just to channel their son's nervous energy. When the De Vries Mercedes pulled into the Motel parking lot in the early afternoon, Trevor had to force his legs to walk, rather than run to the car. There'd been deliveries for the family; a couple of thick manila envelopes for Bram, and a small box for Harley, which he delivered. Then, Harley and he openly embraced, hugging each other like they'd been separated for years. Watching Harley's parents walk to the office to sign in, Trevor wordlessly led his friend behind a stand of red woods, pressing the blond boy up against a tree for a deep kiss. Stepping back to drink in the sight of his friend, Trevor lost himself in Harley's green eyes, rimmed with blue, and was a dumbstruck as the first time they'd met. Harley giggled. "Uh, yeah, hello, Trev." Trevor shook his head and laughed at his own abnormal forwardness. "Harley, I don't know why, but, I just really missed you. A lot." The blond smiled knowingly. "Me too, Trev. It's not like we've hung out a lot. But it feels like, I dunno, you're my closest bud." Harley shrugged. "I guess you are!" "Me too, dude." Just then, the boys heard their names called from the office, and they walked through the morning sun across a warming tarmac. "Harley's parents say they spent the last week hiking through the National Park, and they never got to see the coast," Trevor's dad said, while the De Vries adults were stowing luggage in their rooms. "And they want to hire you as a guide for the day." "They don't have to pay me, dad," Trevor said, while Harley looked down at his shoes. "Mr. De Vries insisted. He knows it's your day off. So how does $100 and dinner sound?" Fifteen minutes later, he climbed into the back of the car. Harley smirked and pointed at Trevor's Marlins t-shirt. "Lame choice, dude. I'll have to send you a Dodgers jersey." "Great. I need a new rag to help wash my dad's car." Giving directions to Mr De Vries to the first stop, a beach where elephant seals frequently came ashore, he wondered why the adults needed him when they could use a GPS and websites, and he and Harley could be off by themselves, biking, shooting hoops...and other things he chased out of his head before they could stir his loins. "How come you're not going over to check out Seattle?" "Been there, done that, Trev," Harley replied, explaining that a couple of his TV shoots had been based in Vancouver, and he'd been down to Seattle frequently. "Love that city," Mrs. De Vries said. "It's beautiful, and we'll be back there again. But we've never had the chance to see the Olympic Peninsula." It turned out they were all outdoors enthusiasts. Harley's older brother, Jesse, on an exchange program in Chile, had been jealous of their hiking trips through the Olympic Park and Forest. "But he gets to climb in Patagonia next week, so boo hoo for him," Harley said, mockingly. Trevor was envious of their travels, hoping he'd see more of the world when he was older. Stopping at various ocean cliffs and rocky beaches, Trevor explained as much as he could of the environment, while Hannah, Harley's mom, took extensive photos with two cameras. She didn't just focus on the natural beauty, but also the two boys, together and separately. Trevor fell into an easy relationship with the De Vries family, and their chatter was effortlessly endless. At one stop, the rocks were covered with white sea foam, churned from the violently fierce sea. "It looks like mountains of snow," marveled Mrs. De Vries. Just as she reached out to scoop some, Trevor stopped her. "It's from an algae bloom, ma'am," he explained. "It's not poisonous, but you can get a nasty rash." His dog Zeek had rolled in some once, and ended up at the vet, he added. While he was talking, Trevor noticed Mr. De Vries pointing his phone at him, recording. Though Bram said later he liked to keep interesting facts handy, Trevor noticed the man was taping him when he was just joking with Harley. His suspicion grew after they climbed the piles of drift wood at Ruby Beach. While Hannah was shooting the famous sea stack islands rising from the water, Bram took Trevor aside. "Can you humor me with a little project, Trevor?" the big, blond man asked. Pointing his phone at the boy, he asked him to say "That's great soup, mom!" After the first time, Bram smiled and asked him to repeat the line like he'd just had some soup, and he really liked it. "Why?" Trevor asked. "What's this for?" "Just a silly project. Can you just do me a favor, and I'll explain it later?" Trevor shook his head, amused, and agreed. It was weird, being filmed by a famous director saying a stupid line. Harley was over with his mom, deliberately not looking their way. For several minutes, Trevor repeated the line in different ways, and once in his own words. When Mr. De Vries ended the session, he smiled down at the boy. "Congratulations, Trevor. You've just had your first screen test." Brushing his long, wind-swept red hair away from his face, Trevor squinted at the man. "Huh?" Bram De Vries chuckled. "A friend in the business has a commercial coming up, and he's casting it now. I thought I'd throw you into the mix, if that's OK." "Really? Like a TV commercial?" "Ja," the man nodded. "I mean, I should have asked first, but I didn't want you to be nervous. And my friend's looking at so many boys right now, probably nothing will come of it. I just want him to start thinking outside of the box." "Well, I think I should ask my parents, first." "They gave me written permission this morning. So, is it OK if I send this off?" Numb, and flattered, Trevor could only nod, "Uh, yeah. Sure!" Harley appeared next to him. "How'd he do, papa?" Mr. De Vries smiled at his son, and said something in Dutch, drawing a huge grin from Harley, Careful not to set Trevor up for disappointment, he continued in English, "I wouldn't get my hopes up. Lots of people dream of getting in the business, so the competition is brutal." Harley soon had him forgetting the whole thing, as they climbed over sea swept timbers, then spotting a distant bear climbing a hill. It was almost 7:30 when finished dinner at a pricey restaurant in Port Angeles, the northernmost tip of the peninsula. Heading back to the motel, they took the more direct Puget Sound route, but it was still a 3 hour drive. Sitting in the back, Harley entwined Trevors fingers with his own, and the boys soon fell asleep. Harley's head rested on Trevor's shoulder. Hannah took numerous photos the adorable couple in their slumber. When the car pulled into the Dew Drop Inn's lot, Trevor and Harley drowsily woke up. After thanking the adults for a great day and wishing them good night, Trevor whispered he'd see join Harley in his room after he checked in with his folks, and brushed his teeth. Normally, he'd have been so tired, he'd just climb into bed. But the memory of Harley's lean legs piercing out of his cargo shorts was like a thunderclap in his loins, and he was wide awake by the time he knocked on the boy's door. With a look of eager expectation, the blonde boy's hoodie hung over naked legs, shoes and socks already gone, and practically yanked Trevor inside. "Alone at last," Harley chuckled with the cliche. "Uh-huh," Trevor mumbled, nodding, his jaw slack, hypnotized by Harley's liquid green eyes, with their azure rims. "God you're cute, Trev," Harley chuckled. "Like a little kid on Christmas day. You look even cuter when you're naked," he added, unzipping the Trevor's fleece, and pulling it off the boy. Harley continued undressing him, first pulling the t-shirt up and off, while Trevor kicked off his shoes. By the time Harley undid Trevor's shorts, they fell in back, while remaining hung on the rigid rise running up the front of the boy's tight, black underpants. Smiling down at Trevor's condition, he helped the boy's shorts and undies fall to his ankles, then traced a forefinger along the twitching obstruction. It was Trevor's turn, and when he pulled off Harley's hoodie, the blonde boy stood before him in nothing but small and snug, shiny white briefs, bisecting a prominent abdominal "V." Thick, throbbing pipe stretched up at diagonal angle, and Harley's no-doubt expensive underpants barely concealed the details of the monster trapped within. Harley reached out and spider-walked his fingers up Trevor's torso When his fingers reached Trevor's chest, he tweaked one of the boy's pink nipplew, transmuting it to a sharp diamond. At the same time, he leaned down to gently take the redhead's other nipple between his teeth, feathering it with his tongue tip until Trevor gasped. Harley's free hand rhythmically squeezed one of Trevor's firmly muscled little buns, and the boy shivered. Harley released Trevor's hardened cones, and straightened to smile at the boy. Both hands slid down to squeeze Trevor's bottom, and Harley twisted his hips to and fro, dragging their hardened boyhoods back and across one another. "I've missed you so much," Trevor sighed. "I couldn't wait to hang with you." He paused. "To touch you. I'm so horny I could cum just kissing you." "Can't be that horny, dude. I mean, there's that boy you do stuff with here, right?" "I...stopped. With him. A couple days ago. He was bummed. But I think he's met someone, anyway." Trevor combed his fingers through Trevor's blonde hair, short on one side, and flopping almost to his jaw on the other. "And, well, I just don't want anyone but you." There. He'd said it. Shit, he thought. Did I just blow a good thing? A smile burst across Harley's face. "Me too, Trev!" Their lips at last met, slender chests sealing together in a perfect fit, as they hugged and caressed. Their tongues tapped out tattoos of desire, and their mouths soon frothed in maelstroms of need, and something more. Something deeper. Trevor's finger sank into Harley's lean, round globes, relishing the satiny, skin-tight fabric wrapping the boy's little melons. The boys' tumescent limbs throbbed against one another, separated by a thin barrier of cotton like lovers in adjacent cells. Trevor had never hungered for another boy like this before, and he dropped to his knees, almost in supplication. Staring in adoration of the log rhythmically stretching Harley's undies with the boy's heartbeat, Trevor closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around the other boy's bottom, and stroked his face all around the silk-wrapped pubescence with a feline devotion to catnip. "Mmmmm..." he purred. "So soft." "What?" Harley choked. "Not from where I'm standing.' Trevor smiled, his eyes still closed in an exquisite haze, and quietly replied, "I meant your underwear, dude." Then, he turned and kissed the prong beating against his face. He could have kissed Harley's length for years, if his balls were twin bombs ticking toward detonation. "I love these a lot, but they're in the way," Trevor said, looking up with a grin at his friend. With both thumbs sliding under Harley's leg elastics, he yanked down the boy's snug, white briefs. Harley's rigid boyhood snapped up against his bald pubic mound like a bat. Trevor was still amazed that a 13-year old boy, roughly his size, wielded a man-sized cock, and had yet to grow a single pubic hair. Harley's moist tip peeked like a drunken sailor through the porthole of his uncut, 7-inch flesh truncheon. Trevor was starving for the fleshy meal straining toward him like sweet, freshly shucked corn, steaming with a vaguely intoxicating musk. Taking Harley's cock at his barren base with his finger tips, and cupping the boy's small, smooth scrotum with his other hand, Trevor leaned in to kiss his friend at the tip of his dampened nozzle. Kissing up and down Harley's pulsating length, he suckled small sections, nibbled with his lips and tickled with tongue tip, while the blond raked his hands through Trevor's silken forest of long, red fire. Harley shook, and his knees started buckling. Trevor got up just enough to guide the boy to the bed, and Harley fell back, his knees over the edge and feet flat on the floor. "I need this so bad, Trev!" Trevor needed no encouragement, and he peeled back his friend's uncircumcised hood to tongue bath the tender, purple knob with hard, savage strokes. "Suck it, Trev! Pleeease dude!" Opening as wide as he could, Trevor slid his friend in almost to his throat. Harley was so thick, there was no way he could get more than 3 inches in, not yet. Maybe with a lot more practice. But right then, he wanted the same thing Harley did, a boy's explosion in his hungry mouth, and he went to work. Corkscrewing his head as he slid back and forth along Harley's gob stopper, he pulled with his lips and cheeks and tongue with all the force he could bring. At the same time, he gently squeezed the small nut sack, still attached to and dwarfed by the monster filling Trevor's mouth. The redhead slid the middle finger of his nut-fondling hand into the boy's hot and damp divide. Soon, his finger tip gently rotated around Harley's clenching boy hole, Trevor wrapped his other hand around the boy's base, burnishing him in time with his mouth polishing. Harley was squirming, his hips shaking, and only the quietest moans escaped with his panting breath. The room echoed with frothing slurps, as Trevor sucked faster, finally plunging his finger in through Harley's tight little ring. "Nuuuuooooh!!" Harley gasped, pleading with his boyhood to stop the unstoppable, but the dam crumbled, and his pre-pubescent balls contracted. His anus clenched around Trevor's finger, and the redhead felt the Harley's tiny load ejecting through a furious pulse in his hand and mouth. Swallowing eagerly, Trevor savored the meager offering of slightly salty drops draining across his tongue, while Harley shook silently. Long after Trevor squeezed the last of Harley's following dry eruptions with his mouth and fingers, the blond boy stopped shaking and gazed without focus at the ceiling. Breath slowing, he caressed Trevor's long, red hair, as beautiful to the touch as it was to see. "Holy shit, Trev," Harley said to his friend, who finally released his softening cock. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it. It's just...shit...I wanted you so bad. And I haven't jerked it since Wednesday." "What? Really??" Trevor was astonished, and climbed up to lie alongside Harley. As the boys faced one another, they absently stroked each other's shoulders and necks, hair and cheeks. "Yeah. I was saving everything for you," Harley replied, a little abashed. "Maybe I'd have lasted a little longer if I'd rubbed one out this morning." "Dude, I haven't yanked it since yesterday, for the same reason," Trevor quietly exclaimed. He was amazed a boy his age could hold back for more than one day. "I almost came just sucking you." "Thanks for the warning," Harley chuckled. "I hope you don't blow up." Still dizzy from his full body earthquake, Harley got up off the bed to admire his friend. Trevor's creamy pale skin, freckled like vanilla ice cream with red sprinkles, glowed in the pale light. His slender, circumcised five inches beat against a pubic mound almost hairless but for the little red mustache crowning his slender, turgid prong. He's too beautiful, Harley thought. And so fucking sweet. I hope he likes me as much as I like him. "Trev, remember when I, uh, did some butt things with you?" Harley was so nervous he couldn't convincingly act confident, and Trevor could tell. And he sure remembered. He'd loved every moment. "Yeah, dude. It was so lit, I think about it every time I spank it. Can you do it again? Maybe even, um, you know...put your dick in my ass?" Harley's well-spent cock quivered at the thought, but he quickly shed the idea. There'd be no way he could fuck his friend first time out without ripping him apart. "Trev, I could kill to fuck you. But, like, I don't think that's in the cards tonight," he replied, explaining why. Trevor understood. The last boy who'd fucked him was Spider, once that summer, and it had taken the better part of an hour to get his much smaller rod inside him. But holy shit, he thought, he really craved a cock-ramming from his friend. "Got something else to try, though," Harley said mischievously, wagging an eyebrow, while tracing fingers inside Trevors's quivering thighs. Reaching into his travel bag, Harley pulled a couple of things out, and hid them them behind his naked waist. As he walked back to the bed, his now flaccid 4 inches waved with Harley's steps, dancing a hula that made Trevor impossibly harder. "So, you have to close your eyes, Trev," Harley said, in a low, teasing voice. Again? Trevor thought, remembering the last time Harley had him shut his eyes. "OK, but no ice this time, OK?" Harley chuckled. "No, man. This'll be a little different." Stopping at the bed, Harley spied his briefs lying on the floor, and picked them up with a perverse thought. Crawling across the bed to Trevor, he made sure the boy's eyes were sealed with tender kisses to their lids. With little warning, Harley pulled his underpants over Trevor's head, blindfolding his friend with a soft, aromatic wrapper. Trevor cracked up. "Harley? The fuck?" Though laughing, the scents and sensation of his friend's silky soft briefs only made his bone bounce and weep in desperation. "Just to make sure you don't peek." Spreading Trevor's corded, slender legs and kneeling between them, Harley reached under each of the boy's thighs, lifting the redhead's legs over his shoulders. With thumbs hiking down each side of Trevor's canyon, he spread the boy's slender, muscular buns, and leaned into the hairless divide. The moment Harley's tongue tickled at his entrance, Trevor's buttocks involuntarily clenched, and the boy choked a squeal. Knowing what Trevor craved, Harley twirled his tongue in a counter-clockwise trail to his inner-world. Trevor's fingers clutched the boy's lop-sided blond mop, grunting with every revolution of tongue-tip around his spice hole, corresponding with Harley's gentle, rhythmic squeezes to his hairless, fourteen-year-old sack. He was so hard, his copiously-drooling, pulse-chopping hammer could have broken a concrete block. Trevor's eyes clenched shut, he needed to cum so badly. Replacing his tongue with his thumb, Harley at last pierced Trevor's hot tunnel. Plunging in and out with the same hand cupping the boy's balls Harley ignored the fire alarm drumming against Trevor's pubic mound, and reached instead to the boy's nipples. First gently tweaking one, then the other, he gradually pinched harder, and Harley pulled groans of pain and pleasure from his friend. "Pleeeease, dude! I can't take any more!" And that was when Harley fingers left his body, and Trevor reached to jerk himself off. Harley slapped his hand away with a mischievous giggle. "No you don't, Mister!" Trevor whined in frustration, then heard a cap snap, and something liquid pouring. A moment later, something cool and solid pressed into his loosened anus. It was a little wider than two fingers, but it was definitely not the Harley's love zeppelin. He grunted as the greasy hardness stretched him further, drilling all the way in. It rubbed in and out a little, pressing against his special place, and Trevor's hips started to grind. "Uuuuuhh, Harley - what is that?!" "It's a special present I got for you." The blond grinned down at his blindfolded friend, and pressed a rubber button at the end of the silver rod with which he'd impaled Trevor. Trevor's back arched, his hips flew upward, and the boy cried out as a furious, tectonic waves vibrated out from his bowels. Harley gently pumped the wand in and out by milimiters. At the same time, he cupped and gently kneaded the boy's perineum with his palm. Harley could feel the vibrations coursing through a taint round and steaming, like an oven-warmed peach, and as he massaged Trevor's prostate from inside and out, the boy started thrashing. Trevor groaned and gasped and his hips pumped while he vainly fucked the air. He lasted no more than a minute, before beating his fists against the mattress. Trevor's back arched like the rainbow flooding his brain. Harley could feel the volcanic surge when Trevor's balls erupted, and watched gleefully at the boy's gleamingly pink, circumcised pastry nozzle exploding its salt-milky bouillon in raging jets, spewing across the redhead's face and chest and belly, drip-clinging to strings of his silky saffron hair. The white-hot stars bursting in Trevor's head slowly faded into nebulas inside his closed eyelids, and when his feint, piping moans died, Harley turned off the vibrator. Giving Trevor one last, gentle, milking push to his taint, Harley marveled at the mass of shiny goo covering his friend. It was like the time he'd been on the East Coast during an ice storm, and everything was covered in liquid silver. Trevor fell back, heaving, while Harley withdrew the probe from his friend's bottom. Harley stroked Trevor's belly, while the boy quietly recovered. "I never..." he huffed... "Never cummed without...my dick touching something." Harley grinned "Sweet! I'll bet you still love sliding down bannisters." "Better than the Magic Fingers?" Harley asked with a giggle, pointing with his jaw at the antique bed vibrating box on the wall. "You. Have. No. Idea." Trevor gasped, as his Harley got up to hit the bathroom. "This is what I had delivered," Harley called over his shoulder. "Gonna brush my teeth, and then maybe..we can try it on me?" Limbs splayed like a broken doll, dripping with his own cooling semen, jaw as slack as his eyes, Trevor could only nod and sigh in his dream within a dream. ============================================== Trevor sleepily waved at Hank, the weekend day manager, as the man rolled in a 7:00 AM. He hoped he wouldn't run into his parents. It's not like they wouldn't have figured where he'd spent the night. He didn't want to be obvious. But as fortune would have it, his dad was exiting the office from his night shift just then. Joining the boy to walk over to the cottage, his dad rested his hand on Trevor's shoulder. "Nice sleep-over?" Gary Anderson asked, nonchalantly. "Uh-huh," Trevor replied, quietly. "That's good," his dad said, then looked up at the sky, as they neared the cottage's back door. "Looks like it's gonna be another great day. Know what you boys are gonna do today?" "Dunno. Harley's folks were talking about renting a boat." "Coolio," Gary said. "`Coolio,' Dad?" Trevor shook his head. Gary shrugged and chuckled, opening the kitchen door. "Good day to be outside. Just let your mom and me know if you'll be home for dinner." In so many words, his dad let him know that he didn't care what the boys got up to, but just didn't want them spending life gaming. Unspoken was his dad's approval of Harley. His dad always had his back. ================================================ They had a good pace going, up a switchback trail through the redwoods. As guide for the route, Trevor took the lead, though he'd have much rather followed Harley. The blond boy's long, lean legs flew from a firm little bottom that looked like a pair of little melon-shaped pistons. For his part, if the trail weren't treacherous and the beautiful forest so dark, Harley wouldn't have been able to unglue his eyes from Trevor's roundly slender ass. Shirtless, both boys glistened with hard-earned boy dew, and Trevor's creamy, freckled flesh almost almost glowed in the early morning light. His long red hair was tied back, and swept metronomically, like a horse's tail. Harley was a track and street runner, while Trevor was into cross-country, so the redhead didn't set a challenging speed up the mountain. With little sleep from the night before, the boys settled into a wordless stride, letting their deep breathing and the music of birds replace all conversation. At the top of the rise, Trevor led Harley down a barely visible foot path that soon ended at patch of shrubs thick with red-hued poison oak. "This is your secret place?" huffed Harley, winded from their 3 mile, uphill run. Trevor winked at his friend. "Nope. Follow me." A pile of boulders lay on one side of the thick brush. Carefully climbing past more poison oak, the boys surmounted the the rock pile. On the other side, the path continued a few yards to a cliff's edge. Azure sky and cobalt sea filled the treeless void, where the Pacific met the shore a couple of miles away. 
"Holy shit! This is sweet!" Harley exclaimed. "Yeah. I come here all the time when I want to draw. Or, you know, just be alone," Trevor replied, with meaningful little smirk. Biting his smiling lower lip on one side, Harley stepped toward his friend. Trevor was once against lost at sea, adrift in the boy's green and blue gaze. Harley took Trevor's chin in his fingertips, and leaned so their lips could meet. Both hands slid like windshield squeegees along Trevor's sweat-drenched cheeks, until his fingers wrapped behind the boy's neck. Their lips opened to catch each other's slowing, minty breath with growing hunger and their streaming slick torsos squelched as they undulated together in a blistering Trevor's hardness, barely restrained by the mesh gusset built into his running shorts, stabbed into Harley's fully engorged boyhood. The redhead slid his hands around Harley's sweat soggy back, and into the boy's shorts. "Mmmm..." Trevor purred into Harley's mouth. He squeezed his friend's firm, yet rubbery ass, and his cock wrestled against Trevor's, while their tongues danced in a faster frenzy. Having drained each other twice the night before, the boys' swollen cocks were painful, and yet still deeply needful. In moments, they were clumsily stomping out of their running shorts, and Trevor ended up with his bunched around one ankle. Still squeezing one of Harley's buns with one hand, Trevor's other fingers held the boy firmly by his throbbing root. His lips suckled the salty brine coating Harley's neck, while his fingers began stroking. "You're just such fire," Harley whispered, as he took Trevor's bone in one hand, and held the boy's sagging, hairless sack in the other. "You drive me crazy, dude." Trevor murmured something unintelligible, then moaned, as Harley gently teased the redheads' tender, circumcised crown with his fingertips, while rolling the boy's nuts with a thumb and two fingers. Harley leaned back against a tree, to quickly survey his friend's pale loins, and tiny red bush. Mirroring his friend, Trevor caressed Harley's tight little bag, fingering where it merged with the boy's pubescent colossus. With gentle twists, his other fingers pushed and pulled Harley's uncut hood over the boy's gleaming, purple gem. Staring into one another's eyes to measure the pleasure they drew across each other's faces, they gently competed to see who would crumble first. But the teasing was taking its toll, and Harley grit his teeth, while Trevor's tender head was abundantly self-lubricating from his friend's light caresses. "Dude, this is torture!" Trevor wheezed, and Harley nodded grinning. Holding Trevor by his slender, throbbing five inches, he sandwiched the boy's cock on top of his own. "Let's do them together," Harley suggested, and Trevor readily agreed. The boys framed and gently stroked their dick stack with palms on either side, their fingertips meeting below in an upside down prayer. Soon, their fingers entwined. With a mounting rhythm matching their fluttering breathing, they rubbed faster with their ten-fingered fist. His eyes squeezing open and shut with every other breath, Trevor caught glimpses of Harley's slender abs flexing involuntarily with each stroke. The sight of the blond's well-defined V, undulating with their piston fingers, threw gasoline on the friction building in his loins. Just then, Harley reached up with his free hand, tweaking the boy's nipple. When Trevor moaned, Harley pinched the hard little pink cone painfully, and the redhead couldn't hold back the floodgates. "Ouuuh noooooo!" Trevor plead in futility, and Harley knew his friend was about to burst. Pulling Trevor's entwined fingers in flurry, Harley urged him on. "Do it, Trev! DO IT!" As if they had their own ears, Trevor's balls flared and white fire burst from his loins. Grunting and thrusting his hips, Trevor saw stars explode behind his tightly clenched eyes. In three bursts, what thin juice he'd managed to produce over night sprayed across Harley's bald pubic base, then drooled onto the blond boy's throbbing cock. Their hands slowed and stopped, still briefly molded around softening upper layer of boy meat, and a furiously throbbing lower, until Trevor collapsed forward. Wrapping both arms around Harley, Trevor collapsed onto his friend. Huffing cool forest air, and pouring more sweat, the red head hugged his friend tightly, vaguely aware of the fleshy broadsword stabbing into his scrotum with damp urgency. Harley feathered his hands around Trevor's shoulder blades, while his friend's breath slowed. "Oh fuck, Harley...oh fuck. So good." As the stars cleared from his eyes, Trevor's softening tool slapped wetly against his hairless, sagging bag. The redhead slowly unfurled himself from Harley's embrace, and he took a step back to admire the sweat-drenched blond boy contrasting against the dark crimson bark of a redwood tree, publicly naked but for his running shoes. The boy's thick, 7-inch, yet still pre-pubescent limb pointed accusingly at him, demanding his submission. And Trevor was more than eager to fall beneath that sword. Also nude but for his footwear, the redhead sank in front of Harley's loins. Gently, he pried the boy's lean, corded legs a little further apart so that he could kneel between his friend's ankles, and caress the insides of Harley's slender, ropey legs. Smiling down at Trevor, Harley could scarcely believe how comfortable he felt with this boy he'd only known for a week, and only met by chance. Someone so beautiful, and yet someone he could trust, with whom he could be as naked on the inside as he was on the outside. Trevor grinned up at hims briefly, before his face disappeared between his legs, and he felt the boy's gentle kisses behind his nuts, and then a tongue sliding into his canyon. Ordinarily, he'd have been self-conscious about his sweaty, musky, unwashed ass first thing in the morning, and especially in the middle of a run. But with Trevor, all he could do was lace his fingers behind his own head, and lose himself in the sensation from below, and the azure vision of the Pacific. Because of their positions, Trevor's tongue could only slither an inch or two into Harley's bottom, so his middle replaced it, slowly working into the blond's back alley. Harley's tight, hairless little sack wrested on his wrist, and Trevor sealed his lips around the smooth, plumb-shaped passion package. Harley shivered, and his absurdly thick length slapped Trevor in the face while the redhead suckled and swabbed his friend's little grapes. Trevor's tongue tickled and lashed those tiny, salty orbs, and finger-mined further into the boy, until Harley whined in frustration. "Trev...dude...please...gah!" Harley gasped, and his hands combed down deeply into his friend's shoulder-length flames, grabbing hair by the fist full. Trevor wondered if he could make Harley blow without touching the boy's cock any further. But it didn't seem fair, and about the same time his finger breached his Harley's hot, moist gates, Trevor dragged his his tongue up the barely visible seam almost bisecting the boy's quivering length. While holding the blond by his bare skinned base, Trevor slid his tongue tip under Harley's foreskin, stretching it, and tormenting the boy's glans with with circumnavigations around the purple hemisphere. The forest echoed with Harley's hissing. Trevor's lips wrapped around the boy's head, and slowly filled his mouth with thick, throbbing boyhood. When Harley's tip was all the way to the back of his mouth, Trevor took a moment to relax his throat, pulling one hand from his friend's cock to caress up the boy's torso. Fighting his gag reflex, Trevor pulled the boy's love gun millimeter by millimeter into his throat. He had to stop almost two inches from from home base, hoping some day he'd be able to devour Harley's entire length. Harley squirmed from the hot, wet baffles bathing his tender tumescence, a digit slowly plunging in and out of his clenching hole, and fingers fondling his little brown nipples. Harley's fists chewed Trevor's thick, straight locks with tightening fists, and the redhead found he liked having his hair pulled. Slowly, Trevor pulled back, rotating his head around this friend's thick staff. With little room to massage Harley's undercarriage with his tongue, Trevor let his whole mouth do the the work. Twisting to and fro, corkscrewing up and back, he found it increasingly easy to pull Harley's hardness into his throat with every lap. Harley started shaking, and Trevor worked the boy faster with his mouth, while stabbing him deeply and rhythmically from behind. With his free hand, his nipple-tweaking fingers pinched harder, and Harley's hips bucked, and his lungs blew empty. The force rammed Harley's cock all the way down Trevor's throat, choking the boy, and he had to push the boy's hips back before he could retch. Wrapping his free fist around Harley, Trevor furiously sucked on the knob, while stroking the boy's spasming pole. Harley's anus opened and closed on his finger like a shark dining on a seal. After a single thin jet spewing down his throat, Trevor milked dry bursts, until, at last, Harley was spent. His head and shoulders slumped back on the tree, and his fingers absently combed through Trevor's silky hair. The redhead gently pulled his piercing finger from Harley's loosening hole, and climbed up to rest against his friend. Chest to chest, the boys sealed themselves together, naked but for their shoes and socks. While Harley recovered, Trevor tenderly kissed the boy's neck. "Sorry about that," Harley whispered, apologizing for face-plowing his friend. "It just happened before I could even think." "'S'OK, dude," Trevor replied quietly, pulling Harley's blond hair behind an ear to kiss his lobe. "I'm just glad I was doing it right." "Oh, you do everything right, Trev," Harley said, kissing his friend on the cheek, while hugging him tenderly. Almost reluctantly, the boys pulled on their running shorts. "I wish we could be nude all day," Trevor sighed wistfully. "When you come down to visit, we can," Harley said, straightening up, and readjusting his now flaccid 4-inches in his short's liner. "When I visit?" Trevor looked at his friend, curiously. "Don't you even think you're not coming down to L.A." As they ran the trails back down the mountain, Trevor wondered how he could afford a trip to Southern California. But Harley was right; he wasn't going to let the blond fade out of his life. Returning to the motel, the boys slowed as Gary Anderson stood up from his work in the family vegetable garden, waving them over. By the cottage, Trevor's mom was shooting hoops with his little sister and her best friend. "Hey boys," Trevor's dad said. "Good run?" Tactfully, he side-stepped any question about how long they'd been gone. "Yeah, dad. We hit the Vista trail." "Well, your folks left to go sailing, Harley," Gary said. "They wanted to let you guys have an adult-free day." "OK, Mr. Anderson," Harley could barely suppress his grin. "Guess we'll struggle along without them." "Come on, dude," Trevor said to his friend. "I'll make breakfast." "Shower first, guys. You're pretty ripe." Before returning to his weeding, he called to his son. "And Peanut? Remember to call us if you boys will be home for dinner." As they walked away, Harley quietly giggled. "Peanut?" Harley quietly teased. "Shut up, dude," Trevor replied, blushing, but also smiling, and changed the subject. "Come on over after you shower." "I was thinking of maybe taking a bath. The tub looks big enough for two," Harley replied, and bit his lower lip. ===================================================== To be continued...