Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2020 15:44:36 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Night Clerk | Part 3 REVISED ================================= The continuing story of two boys with unusual jobs, meeting in the Pacific Northwest. Thank you for following this series. If you've enjoyed it, or any of the works here on Nifty, can you please make a donation? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================== "I'll meet you in 10. Just gotta check in with my mom," 14-year-old Trevor Anderson said to his friend Harley De Vries, as the boys rode their bikes into the Dew Drop Inn's parking lot. "Yeah, me too." The 13-year-old blond boy slyly grinned, as they parted. "I'll fill up the tub." Sweating in the chilling twilight after riding 5 miles uphill, and exhausted after a long day, the boys still moved quickly, eager to spend their last night together before Harley and his parents drove home to Los Angeles the next day. Fate granted Trevor and Harley their chance meeting one night a week earlier, when the De Vries's stopped at the Anderson family's rural motel for the night. The only reason they'd spend two nights on their return from touring the length of the Pacific Coast Highway was for the boys to spend time together. And they were taking full advantage of every minute. Starting in the morning with a trail run to a secret forest glade where they filled the woodlands with urgent moans and sweetly echoing sighs, they'd been tempted to spend the rest of the day in each other's arms. Instead, they'd ridden bikes down to the port and mill town of Aberdeen, to watch Trevor's friends' little league game. Because of his summer work at the family motel, Trevor had to skip summer seasons, and he really missed hanging with his buddies. So after the game, Trevor and Harley ended up tooling around with 4 team mates. A couple of the boys recognized Harley from a streaming series in which he acted. But they were only briefly star-struck when Harley showed himself to be like any other kid, albeit one with a unusual job. For much of the afternoon, the group ended up at the YMCA's swimming pool. Though indoors, it was almost a waterpark, with slides and diving platforms, and time swept past with squeals, laughter and dunking. In the showers, Trevor suppressed a grin when he caught a couple of his friends' eyes widen at the sight of Harley's junk, unfurling to its full 4 flaccid inches in the warm water. Grant, one of Trevor's former suck buddies (until the boy went girl crazy), discretely winked at his openly gay friend, and gave him a thumb's up. The boys stopped for pizza before heading back to the motel at sunset. Trevor's mother was taking the night shift at the office, watching a Mariners game on TV from behind the desk. His dad had taken his sister to family friends for dinner, and Trevor asked his mother if she wanted company, praying she'd decline. "No, you and Harley go play video games or whatever, honey," she said, smiling. She knew full well it would be all about "whatever," but didn't dwell on those thoughts. Trevor practically flew to the cottage, his shoulder-length, flame red hair waving like a cape behind him. He brushed his teeth, swapped his sweat-stinky shoes and socks for flip flops, and packed a couple of things in a bag, hurrying to his friend's room. Minutes later, Harley opened his door before Trevor could finish knocking. Harley's bare legs and feet were partially covered by his low-hanging hoodie, and he was biting the lower corner of his lip, while Trevor closed the door. "Hello again, sexy," Harley purred, flipping the mop of blond hair back from the one side of his head it covered. "What's in the bag?" Trevor smiled and blushed at the gorgeous boy's compliment. He could barely believe he'd grown so close to a guy from a completely different world after just a couple of days and nights together. Trevor was just a rural kid from the middle of nowhere on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, while Harley was part of a famous, cosmopolitan family. Reaching into the bag, Trevor pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and pale blue, Calvin Klein briefs, laundered and neatly folded. Handing them to Harley, the redhead said, "Thanks for the loaners." On their first night together, Harley had ruined Trevor's jeans, just before the boy needed to check in guests. Harley sighed, looking slightly disappointed. "They weren't loaners. I wanted you to keep them." For some reason, he was thrilled by the thought of Trevor wearing his clothes. "Also, you look so much hotter in these," Harley smiled, holding up the blue undies by the waistband, and shaking them. "You're such a little tease in them." Trevor giggled. "Can't we just get naked, now?" Harley rolled his eyes. "Such a fun-sucker. Let me take care of it." At a glacial pace, the blond L.A. boy pulled off Trevor's fleece and t-shirt, then slooooooowly undid the boy's cargo shorts. By the time they fell to his feet, Trevor's very snug boxer briefs were stretched by the throbbing pole trapped within. "These are very nice," Harley whispered, tracing the forefingers of both hands up Trevor's legs, and over his underpants, until he reached the redhead's waistband. "But your legs are fire, and I want to feel them." Sliding his fingers within, Harley caressed down the boy's thighs, then back to grab the waistband. Unceremoniously, Harley yanked Trevor's undies down, letting them drop to the boy's feet. Trevor's slender five inches, barely longer than Harley's cock when flaccid, jumped out like a jack-in-the-box, demanding attention. Harley smiled at the little red mustache crowning his friend's tumescence, the only hair on the boy's body. The lower end of Harley's hoodie was pushing out, almost supplicating for Trevor, and the redhead craved its hidden treasures. In feverish nano-seconds, Trevor whipped off Harley's hoodie, leaving the blond stark naked. The blond's uncut, 13-year-old cock was a thick, 7-inch battle hammer. Bouncing from smooth, utterly hairless loins, his thick, majestic boyhood rippled with elemental veins, and glistened at the tip, with the earliest moistening of adolescence. By contrast, the small, round scrotum clung to Harley's boyhood like a barnacle on a ship's hull. "Oh, dude," Trevor sighed With magnetic force, the 13- and 14-year-old enclosed each other. Their hands slithered around each other's backs, mouths sealing in wordless communion. Tongues tapping, trapping and tormenting, the boys racked their throbbing, fleshy plowshares together. "I wanted to fuck your lights out at the YMCA," Harley heaved into Trevor's ear. "Kinda figured when you had your hands in my swim suit, dude," Trevor huffed back, then kissed his friend more deeply. God, they loved kissing each other. They were made for it. Their hips slowly ground together, until Harley's patience evaporated. "Dude, you're too fucking hot, and I need to be IN you," Harley said quietly, staring his friend in the eye. Trevors eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss Harley's ear. It would be a dream come true, if they could do it. But Harley's man-sized boy timber might rip him apart. "OK, what do we do?" "Let's get in the tub," Harley whispered through Trevor's straight and silky, flame-red mane. Turning, Harley squeezed Trevor's fingers and lead him into the bathroom. Trevor sighed at the sight of Harley's two ripe melons rubbing up and down with each step. The bath tub was almost over-flowing when they shut off the water, and while they drained it down a bit, the boys wrapped their arms around one another again. Kissing first gently, then passionately, they squeezed each other's firm buttocks like they were juicing grapefruit. Trevor's over-ripe cock wept beads of clear nectar onto Harley's mammoth pre-pubescence. Ever the tease, Harley had Trevor sit opposite him in the tub, with the redhead's legs laying over his own. Carefully and deliberately, he scrubbed each of Trevors toes with a soapy washcloth, then up from the boy's feet to his thighs. Trevor's cock pounded in frustration, and he grit his teeth and shut his eyes, enduring the mere beginning of Harley's hygienic torments. Just as he almost reached Trevor's groin, Harley swapped positions, so that Trevor could wash his feet and legs. In payback, Trevor worked even more slowly, and when he'd finished washing Harley's feet, he spent time tenderly fellating each of the boy's big toes, drawing high pitched mewls from the blond boy, his cock breaching the water like a whale. Harley stood up, turned his back to his friend, then sat between Trevors legs. "Wash my back, please?" Harley asked. But Trevor wanted to start with the boy's hair, and used the shower to soak Harley's blond mop. Sitting back down again, he briefly hugged Harley from behind, kissing the boy's neck, then rubbed shampoo into the silky blond coif. Harley sighed as Trevor's fingers burrowed into his scalp, massaging every millimeter, before washing out the shampoo, and working in conditioner. "Sooooo good, Trev." Trevor was so hard his cock beat against Harley's back like a battering ram. But with every minute of their almost wordless bath, his emotions were even more compelling than his pubescent needs. His heart was wining the battle over his cock, and he didn't rush taking tender care of his friend. After scrubbing Harley's back, arms, sides and pits, he snuggled closer, sandwiching his needful hardness between them. Trevor carefully scrubbed down from the blond's shoulders, to his already hardened nipples, and all around his slender, well-defined abs. When he reached Harley's bald pubic mound, Trevor ignored the pounding centerpiece, and finished scrubbing. Harley whined. "Dude? You missed an important spot..." Trevor giggled. "Don't worry, Harley. Saving the best for last." The redhead had his friends kneel on all fours, then began washing Harley's bottom. After scrubbing the sopping, slender and firm little globes, he washed every part of the valley in between. Next, he plunged a wash cloth-cloaked finger into his friend's love tunnel. Harley grunted rhythmically, as Trevor gently finger-scrubbed him clean, careful with the abrasive cloth texture. Finally, he worked his soapy hands and cloth down to Harley's small, round sack, so diminutive next to the blond's enraged boy pole. First with the cloth, and then soapy fingers, Trevor rolled and caressed the tiny grapes still sealed to the base of his friend's massive hardness. Harley was shaking, quietly begging for Trevor to stroke him, and the redhead eventually complied. Reaching between the boy's legs Trevor slowly soaped Harley's hardness with both hands. One gently worked the blonde's uncut head, first stroking the purple knob with his own foreskin, then with soapy fingers. At the same time, he slowly stroked Harley's shaft with his other hand. "I'm so close, dude," Harley huffed. "Go faster, would ya?" Trevor's hands left him, and Harley squeaked in frustration. Trevor giggled. "Not yet, dude. It's my turn." Reluctantly, Harley switched places, yet eager to drive Trevor even crazier with desire than his own. Naturally, the shampooing took twice as long, given Trevor's very long hair. But Harley also massaged the boy's scalp the way it was done in Beverly Hills hair salons. After scrubbing Trevor's back, Harley had the redhead rest his head back on his chest, and close his eyes. Very slowly, very lovingly, Harley gave his friend a pro-level facial massage, and Trevor was sighing so deeply in bliss, the boys almost forgot about their turgid boyhoods pounding like angry drunks. Finishing Trevor's torso, Harley had his friend on all fours, so he could wash the redhead's bottom. But unlike the way he'd been cleaned, Harley spent a lot longer fingering the boy's sensitive, needy anus. Eventually, he dropped the cloth, and used first one, and then two fingers to ply in and out of Trevor's tight, wet hole. Trevor groaned and pushed back against every intrusion. His cock slapped up against his pubic mound every time Harley touched his special place. Then, a third finger worked in, slowly, painfully stretching him further. It hurt, but it hurt so good. With his other hand, Harley reached underneath to soap Trevor's circumcised five inches. Groaning, Trevor quickly pulled that hand away. "Harley, I almost shot. I don't want to cum until your dick is in me." The blond smiled, and also stopped his motion from the rear. While Trevor relaxed around his fingers, Harley reached over to add more hot water to the tub, submerging the redhead's nuts and part of his hole. Pulling his fingers out of Trevor, Harley caressed the boy's back and buttocks. "Are you ready, Trev?" "Yeah, let's do it." Harley's water-based lube wouldn't have been of much help with hot, soapy water lapping at Trevor's loosened ring. Sudsing his cock with shampoo, Harley held it with one hand and aimed it at Trevor's spice hole. Both boys had had a little experience, so they were slow and patient, and Trevor knew to press back with his rectum. Even so, as Harley's thick, swollen head burrowed into him, he gasped with pain. Harley would pull back a little, and then, after a moment, they'd start again, Trevor always reassuring his friend he wanted it. Because he did. He wanted to be filled with that prepubescent baseball bat. It took a while, but eventually, Harley's glans made it through, and Trevor grunted. Waiting a moment, Trevor urged his friend to keep going. Occasionally pausing, Harley managed to get five of his seven inches into Trevor. "I think you're hitting my stomach," Trevor groaned with a chuckle. His anus was on fire, and his bowels were full with hot hardness, and Trevor was in heaven. His submerged cock paddled fiercely like a viking's oar, and Harley caressed the boy's hips and thighs, sinking into the hot, wet boy gripping him like a tubular meat vice. "Fuck me, Harley. Go on and fuck me." Slowly pulling back, Harley's cock was heated in a bowel furnace, and burnished by a chewing ring. Reaching almost to Trevor's gripping doorway, Harley thrust back in gently. At first, it was a slow and gentle rhythm, and Trevor began pushing back against every thrust. Gradually, Harley's thrusts grew faster, coring more deeply into Trevor's firmament. Trevor moaned with every pump, wordlessly cheering his friend on. Harley's hip torquing violently churned the hot water drowning both boys' balls, dragged to and fro in the soapy slop like buoys in a tropical storm. Waves smashed against porcelain walls, and fell to the tile floor below. "So...tight....So...hot!" Harley panted, losing himself in the meaty grip pulling his building climax from his tiny balls. He wanted to put on the breaks, slow the pace, but like a runaway train, he could only plow Trevor's slim, firm bottom faster. His balls strained and he couldn't hold back the fire building within his loins, and just poured on more friction. At the same Trevor nuts were wired for their own looming explosion. He loved the fire in his ass so much, and even more, the rhythm-ramming love nozzle battering his little acorn. "Ugh..yes! Yes! Harley! Fuck! Yes!" Trevor's moans piped like a steam whistle going up in register. Harley was growing dizzy, and he slid one hand around Trevor's slender, muscular hip, to grip the boy with his whole hand. Pounding Trevor from tip to nuts in a grip as tight as the anus squeezing him, Harley needed no more than 3 strokes to rip lightning from his friend's loins. Trevor squealed shrilly, his hips shot forward into Harley's fist, his whole body plunging to to fuck the blond's hand. At the same time, bowels squeezed so tightly around Harley he could barely move. The crushing pressure of the pulling flesh tunnel broke Harley's last resistance, and he fell forward onto his friend's back, shaking. The boys' hips moved in time, bodies briefly welded together by Harley's rod and hand. A dissipating tempest, the boys' splashing undulations slowed to a halt. Though Trevor softened in Harley's hand, the blond boy was only slightly soothed in the exquisite heat in which he rested. Nonetheless, he slowly retreated from Trevor's love hole gently. He knew from personal experience the boy would be tender. As they regained their breath, the boys sighed from sweet satisfaction, helping each other to their feet for tender kisses. "That was...just so lit," Harley exclaimed, bereft of words to properly describe the best fuck he'd ever had. Of course, hadn't had many, and this was probably the fastest. But the way the boys fit together physically, in personality, and in desire, something more than just his small burst of seed took root in Trevor's ass. And Trevor felt the same. He'd been fucked maybe a handful of times from the age of 10, and this had been nothing like nothing before. It had been magical. He had to have more. But first, he really needed to use the toilet. After a quick shower rinse, Harley threw towels on the pools of water on the floor, and gave Trevor privacy. What came out of the redhead didn't really surprise him, but at least there wasn't much blood. After flushing, and carefully washing his stinging hole with soap and the shower head, he quickly dried and joined his Harley, languidly sprawled on the bed's downturned sheets. Resting on his thigh, Harley's fat boyhood had finally deflated to its soft, uncut four inches. The blond's smiling appraisal of his friend, naked but for the towel wrapping his damp hair, drew an even wider smile from Trevor. "Come here, Peanut," Harley said tenderly, using the Anderson family's private nickname for Trevor, since infancy. Trevor blushed a little, but was kind of thrilled Harley wasn't teasing him. It wasn't much, but it was a deeply personal thing he could share with this special boy. Trevor lay on his side next to Harley, sliding his thigh over his friend's. Trevor slowly rubbed his thigh up and down Harley's corded, runner's leg, while slowly caressing the blond's skinny abs. "Hmmm...I'm gonna need a name for you," Trevor smiled, before kissing Harley's nipple. "My grandma calls me `Snoepje." "Snoop-jay?" Trevor stumbled over the word, and Harley giggled, correcting him. "It means `little candy.'" Trevor was studying Harley's pale boyhood, the purple glans peeking from out of its hood. He chuckled. "Yeah, no. That's not gonna work." He snuggled closer, stared at Harley's beautiful features, and combed his fingers through the boy's damp hair. "This feels so good. Us, I mean. It's just so easy to be with you." "Yeah, Trev. I've been feeling the same. It's like we're two weird plugs that only fit together." Harley's arm slid under his friend's towel-wrapped head, pulling him in for a tender kiss. "How's your cute little ass?" Harley asked quietly, genuinely concerned, caressing Trevor's slender hip. "It's OK. A little sore," Trevor replied, deciding to omit the part about bleeding. "God you felt so good in me. It was like you were almost a part of me." "You're so tight and warm. I wish I could have stayed in your butt all night, but...It just just felt too good!" "We can do it again, it you want." Harley bit his lower lip and slowly nodded a "yes." Trevor's fingers traced from Harley's skinny abs, down the boy's bald pubic mound, and around his cock. As he slowly, rhythmically squeezed Harley's pallid boyhood, Trevor's lips feathered across the boy's soft, pillowy mouth. Harley's lips parted, while he rotated his face, and his slippery tongue slid like a water serpent to seek out Trevor's in its minty cove. At the same time, Harley's fingers glided under Trevor's thigh, and found his friend's cock filling faster than his own. Balancing the redhead's boyhood in his palm, he use a couple of fingernails to gently scratch the underside, making Trevor squirm when he reached just beneath the boy's helmet. Their kissing grew more passionate, and their fondling evolved into slow, measured stroking. Moaning, Harley's lips left Trevor's, and with closed eyes, he kissed his way to the boy's ear. First nibbling and sucking on Trevor's lobe, Harley's tongue slithered into the redhead's ear, making the boy squirm. So hard. They were both as rigid as could be, and their stroking grew more urgent, until Harley rolled out from under Trevor. "Here. Lie on your tummy and let me take a look at little Mr. Winky." Trevor laughed and rolled over. Rising to his knees, Harley reached across to the other double bed and grabbed its pillows. "Lift up," Harley said, lightly pulling his friend up by one hip. When Trevor's butt was in the air, Harley shoved the pillow stack under the boy's loins, then crawled behind the redhead to spread his legs. Gently prying apart Trevor's slender buns, Harley spied a crimson ring surrounding a darkened tunnel. Leaning in, he spent long moments gently kissing Trevor's sore little boy hole, then feathered the opening with his tongue tip. Trevor sighed, and though his hardness pounded into the pillow stack, he resisted the urge to hump the soft mound. Then he felt Harley's tongue swabbing down to saggy, bald nut sack, and he groaned. After only a few moments sucking and licking Trevor's balls, the redhead couldn't stop his hips from grinding into the pillows. "Harley," he huffed, "Put it me, please!" "Sure, Peanut. But let me know if it hurts too much. We can do other stuff, ya know." Eyes closed, Trevor just nodded. Harley opened his bottle of lube and slathered his throbbing cock, from its barren base, to his uncut prow, as well as his tiny, hairless scrotum. Then, he carefully coated Trevor's tunnel with his fingers, making him good and greasy. Cleaving Trevor's firm little bottom with his hands, Harley aimed with his hips, initially missing, before his knob docked with its target. Trevor grunted as his anus was stretched once again by the fleshy intruder, but it hurt much less this time. When Harley was at last finally in, Trevor asked him to stop. "Am I hurting you? You want to stop?" "No! You feel so good. I just want to hold you in me for a while." Harley loved being engulfed by his friend, as well, and lay down on Trevor's lightly freckled back. Pulling the towel off Trevor's head, he combed the boy's long damp locks to one side. Always seduced by the sight of that flaming curtain, he kissed Trevor's cheek and ear. Both boys sighed in unison. Trevor squeezed his lover's cock with his bowels, and Harley's cock lurched in response. While the boy's communicated silently inside Trevor, Harley slid his arms under his friend's chest, hugging him tightly. Slowly, nature took over, and Harley's hips began micro thrusting, and Trevor pushed back. "So good," Trevor murmured, and waves of pleasure washed out from behind his balls. "I want you in me forever." Gradually, Harley's humping grew in force and timing, until he was rising from his friend, and slapping back down, with a faint spanking sound. When Trevor's moaning grew more intense, Harley slowed down for a while, with gentle, teasing plunges, the built speed up again. While Trevor pumped back against Harley, cooking the boy's prick with mounting friction, he was rhythmically dragging his oozing boyhood against the pillow mound. If the boys hadn't already cum so hard, they wouldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes. And with mounting cries, Trevor urged Harley on. "Harder, dude!" The redhead heaved. "Fuck my brains out!" "Gotta stop for a sec, Trev. Getting too close!" As the boy ground to a halt, Trevor asked if they could could roll over, and Harley grinned, "Yeah, dude." It wasn't that easy, and the boys had to uncouple for a minute so that Harley could lie with his ass elevated on the pillows, and Trevor could straddle him on his knees. Holding the blond boy by his base, he guided Harley's fat 7 inches into his flesh roaster. Letting gravity do the rest, Trevor slid all the way to sit impaled and triumphant on a hairless pubic throne. Using his knees, he slowly raised and lowered himself, pumping Harley's pleasure pipe across his magic button, and gasped with every thrust. The blond boy pumped up and down in time, and their rhythm grew faster. Occasionally squeezing Harley with his painfully sore anus, Trevor enjoyed his moment in charge. Teasing the boy, Trevor stopped to lean down to kiss Harley, nearly pulling off of his friend. But as their lips met, Harley followed Trevor with his hips, stabbing deeply into the boy. The momentum rocked Harley off the pillows, leaving only his legs elevated, and Trevor lying on his chest. As their lips sealed and their tongues wrestled, Harley took back control, filling his fingers with Trevor's firm buttocks for anchoring and pumping into the moaning redhead. Harley could feel his climax looming, and he needed it. With feet now planted firmly on the mattress for leverage, and occasionally spanking Trevor's stinging bottom, Harley pounded into his friend with a building fury. His tiny balls churned with explosive force. And every time Harley thrust into him, Trevor's cock rubbed forcefully into the blond boy's abs. Trevor's lips left Harley's, and he rested his face next to his friend's, to huff into the boy's ear. Strands of damp hair were strewn across Harley's face like files of beached seaweed. Their moans grew in octaves and decibel, echoing loudly. Trevor reached back with both hands locking behind each of Harley's thighs to pull the boy into him. Harley moved his hands to hug Trevor tightly, and he rammed like an out-of-control pile driver, while Trevor humped into forward against his friend's hard abs, and back against the torpedo speeding toward detonation. "Oooh! Uuhh! Oooh! Harley! That's it! Keep! Going!" "Gonna cum! Gonna cum so hard in you, Peanut!" With just a few more thrusts, Harley's tiny ball's contracted, and his obscenely big boyhood vomited a couple of tiny pearls into Trevor. Shaking silently, he kept plowing through his following dry ejections, and Trevor's hips bucked forward. The redhead's ass, inflamed with pain and passion, teamed up with his nuts to squeeze out a thin payload from his itchy, angry pubescence. He pump, pump, pumped into his friend's tummy, milking every last wave from both of them, then collapsed, huffing with Harley. As both boys sighed and their panting slowed, Harley's pubescence softened, and finally slid from Trevor's oven. Wordlessly, the boys rubbed their faces against each other tenderly, and exchanged tender kisses, then rolled onto their sides. "Holy shit, Trev," Harley said, smiling softly at his friend. "That was even better!" Always mesmerized by Harley's eyes, emeralds rimmed with sapphire, Trevor could barely reply. "Definitely, dude. Total fire." They kissed again, for long moments. Then pulled away to caress each other. "I wish we could do that it all night," Harley said quietly. "I wish you weren't leaving tomorrow," Trevor said, feeling a sudden sadness. Harley grinned. "Got a surprise for you, dude. I've got a gig in Vancouver starting in October. The show shoots through December." "Sweet!" Trevor cried out, his heart bursting, and he swept Harley into a bear hug. Releasing Harley, Trevor smiled mischievously at the boy. "So, what was that about doing it all night?" "Fuck yeah! But do you wanna try fucking me, Peanut?" =========================================== To be continued...