Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 23:33:39 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: The Night Clerk | Part 6 The weather outside is frightful, but the fire in Trevor's trousers is delightful, when he spends Christmas with Harley. 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 = = = = = = "Thanks for watching the store, Peanut," Clair Anderson said, using the family pet name for 14-year-old Trevor. The boy was hard at work on a colored pencil illustration at the family's motel office desk. "No worries, mom," the boy said, closing up his sketch book and his pencil box. Zeek, Trevor's large German Shepherd, happily swatted the carpet with his tail. "Obviously, no checkins. How were the roads?" "A little slick from the snow melt, but no traffic," she replied, ruffling the boy's long, candy apple red hair. She still adored his high vocal register, dreading the day Trevor's voice would change. And then would come sullen single-word sentences and door-slamming. Though Trevor hated the bowl cut sweeping from his blue eyes, over his ears and down to his collar, as his manager's predicted, it had become a trade mark casting directors liked. He'd gotten a few commercial jobs, then a couple of minor roles in different series. His bowl cut made Clair's late blooming son look 2 or 3 years younger, adding to the illusion that Trevor was still her little boy. Of course, evidence belied the image. Until Trevor started doing his own laundry, last summer, she'd seen the unmistakable traces of puberty on his sheets, underpants and socks. Moreover, Trevor was in his first relationship, which was always a huge milestone on the road toward independence. Middle school romances were usually nothing more than infatuations, measured in weeks, if not days, and the barometric pressures of joy and heart-ache, correspondingly insignificant. But Trevor's relationship with a Los Angeles boy, growing from a chance encounter over the summer, was one of the rarer kind. Harley DeVries seemed to hold Trevor with the same affection and respect her son felt for him. And that's where Clair, as a mom, worried. The deeper the wellspring of love, the greater the flood of tears, when they grew older, and inevitably broke up. In her day, a chance encounter might have ended up with a brief, long-distance romance, over the phone and email. But in the age of video chats, Trevor and Harley hung out virtually, several times a day, frequently in whispers, behind her son's closed bedroom door. Harley, an experienced child actor, had been working since October on a show shooting in Vancouver, and had spent many weekends at the Anderson place on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, over the last two months. And as the families grew closer, it seemed inevitable that they all would celebrate Christmas together. Despite Clair's worries, at the very least, this relationship had been very good for Trevor in so many ways. Thanks to Harley's father, indie-film director Bram DeVries, and his photographer wife Hannah, Trevor's nascent acting and modeling earnings - if invested wisely - would pay for 4 years of art school. But neither Clair nor her husband Gary wanted to raise an Industry Asshole, so they kept his expectations in check, and he still had to do all his chores with the family business: the Dew Drop Inn Motor Court. At the same time, Harley had nurtured Trevor's self-confidence. Also, Harley didn't take Hollywood culture seriously, and was realistic with Trevor about a kid's short career half-life. "Come on Zeek," Trevor called to his dog, then stepped outside. It had gotten colder, and he shivered from the growing winter night, and unrolled his red-and-black checked Pendleton over his long-sleeve thermal undershirt. On the Pacific coast, snow didn't accumulate deeply, but he'd had to clear an inch off the parking lot that afternoon. Clair turned off everything in the office but the cozy Christmas lighting, and lit up the 6th Hanukkah light on the electric menorah, before locking the door. It was a week before Christmas, and on that stretch of forested road leading from Aberdeen to Olympic National Park, it was unlikely any tourists would be stopping by without reservations. A festive sign hung on the door, telling unlikely potential guests to ring the bell and wait. "I wish they'd get here, sooner," Trevor whined yet again, and his mom simply caressed his back. "It's just two more days, Peanut," Clair replied. "Hannah's flying up tomorrow to collect Harley," she reminded him, for the umpteenth time. Smiling from the scent of a burning hearth, she changed the subject. "Give me your stuff, and bring in some more firewood, kiddo." The old timber-framed cottage was as warm and inviting as the fragrant spices simmering in the cider on the stove. Gary kissed Hannah, gave her a mug, and hung up her coat, while she admired the garlands, boughs, foil and lighting decorating their cozy living room. A warm fire flickered, and 10-year-old Zoe was immersed in a book on the couch. It was almost a perfect picture of the ideal, rural, middle class life. Sadly, the only nearby culture was a decaying mill city and fishing port. Boredom and anger had pushed a lot kids at Aberdeen High School to become successful musicians and artists. On the other hand, it had pushed even more to narcotics. She often wondered if they should sell the business, and move to Seattle, where Gary and she had first met. But the Dew Drop Inn was Gary's family's business... That night, after dinner and board games, Trevor and Zoe got ready for bed in their separate rooms. By then, he was dressed similarly to his little sister: in a long, flannel night shirt, and knee-high wool socks. In the warm months, Trevor slept in his underwear. But in the winter, his room was drafty. And he liked night shirts because of easy access to his favorite toy, which was already stretching his skin-tight boxer briefs in anticipation. He didn't bother calling Harley, because the boy was in a mobile free zone on northern Vancouver Island. Instead, he pulled up his encrypted photos: shots of Harley and he making out in the nude. In one, Trevor lay back, with his eyes closed, while Harley stroked his staff, and his tongue lingered on the underside of Trevor's helmet. Trevor yanked his undies down, pulled the open end of a tube sock over his 5-inch adolescence, and stroked himself through it with one hand. He could almost imagine the sensation of Harley's tongue on him. But that had been hot and wet and spongey, while his stocking was rough and abrading. Trevor flipped to another photo, of Trevor sitting in a lounge chair, naked but for a pair of his very fancy, pink, low-rise briefs. Two or more inches of his massive, uncut cock peeked above his waistband, lurching against the boy's tight abs, while Harley smiled at the camera, and tweaked his little pink nipples. Trevor imagined teasing the boy through his underpants, then pulling that anaconda from its lair, and filling his mouth with it. He'd pull that thing partially into his throat, massage the knob with his tonsils, and stroke him until he trembled. Then, he'd suck on that sweet head, while stroking on the boy's length until...Gaaaaaahhhh! Trevor's balls contracted. Stifling his moans, his head burst with stars, and the 14-year-old spewed thinly milky jets into his awaiting sock. Before even coming down, Trevor finished cleaning himself, pulled his undies up and nightshirt down, and rolled over to sleep. In five minutes from start to finish, he'd drained his nuts with the mechanical precision of all adolescent boys. But it was a poor substitute for wrapping his arms around Harley, like he did with his pillow, before falling quickly into sleep. = = = = = = Even without guests, the inn needed maintenance, which - along with school break homework - kept Trevor busy for the next couple of days. Thankfully, he'd already taken care of his gift shopping. Nonetheless, by Monday afternoon, Trevor was quivering with anticipation to see Harley. They'd chatted when Harley finally got to Victoria, and then again when Harley and his mother had rendezvoused at the Vancouver airport, but never when either boy could be alone. As the rental car pulled in, Trevor could barely keep his feet on the ground, practically flying to it. A moment later, the boys hugged ferociously. "Dude! I missed you so much!" "Me too!" Clair and Hannah embraced, then politely coughed for the boys to pay them some attention. Moments later, Clair and Trevor showed their guests to their rooms, at considerable distance from one another. Trevor had barely crossed the threshold of Room 12 before Harley spun him around and slammed him against the wall. The 13-year-old easily matched Trevor's size, since the red-head was only starting his first growth spurt, and their lips met for a deep and lingering kiss. Even before Trevor's hands slipped into the back pockets of Harley's jeans, the LA boy was squeezing his buns. As if dousing for ejaculate, their rigid organs pulled the boys together. Hot. Hungry. Tumescent. Rubbing together through their clothes, while the boys' tongues danced. Trevor's quill was so loaded with ink he could have splattered epic poetry all over Harley in moments. But, huffing, he pulled away, leaving a long strand of saliva bridging their lips. "Harley," Trevor whispered into the boy's ear. "I need you to fuck my lights out." Trevor emphasized the point my filling his fist with the monstrous hardness running up the front of Harley's trousers. He gave it a long squeeze that made Harley moan, and pinched Trevor's ass in response. "But we gotta wait a bit. Set up for the party. Fuck." Trevors lips filled in the details of his remorse wordlessly, with several gentle kisses. "Dude...Please? We can we be real quick." Harley quietly gasped. His thick hardness lurched like a golem, pounding against a weak door. Trevor gave his friend a gentle smile, and another long and tender kiss. "No time," he whispered. The boys needed to help set up for the annual holiday party, and tend to the turkey in the smoker. Resigned, the boys concealed their throbbing needs, under their outer wear, and headed over to the cottage. For the rest of the afternoon, they worked the smoker and set the tables, while Hanna, Clair and Gary baked, fried, steamed, sautéed and mashed. Taking turns, the adults left to change into festive, silly party clothes, then told the kids to get changed. "I got something for you to wear, Trev," Harley said, with a suspicious smirk. "Oh no," Trevor said, dreading what might be in store. "Oh yes," Hanna replied for her son, with a knowing chuckle. "It is...something." Trevor shook his head, and went upstairs to shower. Pulling his clothes back on, he trudged over to room 12, and knocked on the door. "Just a sec," Harley called out from behind the door. A moment later, he called out, "Come in!" Trevor opened the door and his jaw dropped for a moment. Then busted he up laughing. A Christmas elf grinned back at him, in a felt green-and-gold jacket, with matching curled cap, and long, curled slippers. Snug tights stretched from his shoes, up under his jacket, with alternating green and white stripes. "Merry Christmas, Trev. You've been promoted from human to elf,' Harley said, with a chuckle, and pointed to a carefully folded pile of clothes on one of the beds. "Oh, come on, dude..." Trevor whined. "Where's that holiday spirit, bae?" Harley cooed, then gave the boy a tender kiss. Trevor leaned back and stared deeply into Harley's always mesmerizing eyes: liquid emerald rimmed with cobalt blue. "Do the Dutch even have Christmas elves?" Trevor asked his friend, who'd been born the Netherlands, but raised in the U.S. Harley sneered, and shook his head. "They've got Black Peter, helping Sinterklaas on December 5th. It's so weird." Before Trevor could grill him any more, Harley gave him a very convincing kiss. Trevor sighed with amused resignation, and pulled off his down vest, Pendleton and thermal undershirt. Harley deliberately stepped away from temptation, to a chair on the other side of the room. When Trevor's shoes and jeans followed, Harley had to readjust his engorging loins. Whereas Harley was dressed in green, Trevor's outfit featured a hue of red that somehow matched the flame color of his own hair. As Trevor explained, the outfits were commissioned from the same costumer that had created the DeVries family's Halloween outfits, and she had Trevor's sizes and photos on file. On top, naturally, lay a neatly folded pair of matching, silky, candy-red briefs, with no label or brand. Trevor blushed, realizing the costumer must have made these as well. Twirling them around his finger, he gave Harley a dubious look. "Really?" Harley merely chuckled and nodded, and soon, Harley's plain boxer briefs lay on his clothing pile. Though watching Trevor get dressed wasn't as exciting as getting him undressed, Harley's eyes grew wide when Trevor's snug little boy panties slid up over the boy's still hairless bag, his flaccid, circumcised 3 inches, and over the tiny thatch of dark red pubes crowning Trevor's base. Thin, and fly-less, the shiny, smooth briefs revealed every contour of the boy's loins and ass, and colorfully burst in contrast to the Trevor's slender, creamy skin. Harley fought a deep urge to pounce. In moments, his candy colored loins were sealed in skin-tight nylon, with alternating red-and-white, candy-cane horizontal stripes. A matching red t-shirt, red-and-gold velvet jacket, elf-hat and curly slippers finished off his uniform. "I hope you're happy, dude," Trevor grumbled. "I am. You're cute enough to eat," Harley replied, with a grin, standing up to give his friend a tender kiss. "People better not laugh," Trevor said, already regretting Harley talking him into this. "If they do, you can give me a spanking," Harley added with a giggle. "Promises, promises..." Of course, Trevor's parents and Harley's mom thought their costumes were "adorable," and took too many incriminating photos of the boys, while Zoe seethed with envy. Hannah took her upstairs to jury rig another elf outfit, just as twilight set. The Dew Drop Inn's pink and blue neon sign blossomed against the purple sky, and guests started arriving. Following tradition, all of the small staff brought their families. Spider McCoy, a rangy 16-year-old seasonal housekeeper, with whom Trevor had spent many torrid afternoons, brought his single mother. "So, you're the reason Trev's not a total bummer, anymore?" Spider said, teasing the redhead with a grin. "Glad to finally meet you, Harley. For reals." As Spider fell into easy banter with a kid he'd seen on a couple of shows, he was surprised that the Hollywood boy seemed like most other 13-year-olds. The affection Harley had for Trevor obviously ran deep, and the elf costume demonstrated that the kid had no fear of looking ridiculous. Though the party went late, it seemed like it ended in the blink of an eye. By the time the last guest departed near midnight, the Andersons were grinning from another successful gathering. Quietly, Gary had slipped each of his employees holiday bonuses that were even more generous than usual. Trevor had insisted on pitching in, now that he was bringing money in. "Thanks so much for helping, Hannah," Clair said, as Harley's mom helped wrap left-overs. "I hope you weren't too bored." "Oh, no, Clair," Hannah said, sincerely. She'd admired the warmth the Anderson's employees and friends shared, which contrasted with the clinically calculating Christmas events Bram and she had to attend in L.A. She said as much, telling Clair the night had reminded her a little of holiday dinners in Holland. "Poor Bram has to suffer a couple more producer's parties before he gets here on Wednesday." Just then, their sons appeared. Though Harley had been acting since he was a toddler, his performative exhaustion wasn't convincing, especially his terribly executed yawn. "I'm really beat, too," Trevor added, with a somewhat more believable act. "OK, guys," Clair replied, hiding her amusement. "Better hit the sack." With sudden animation, Trevor and Harley quickly kissed their parents good night, and sped out the door, headed for the motel. By then, it had become customary for Trevor to move into Harley's motel room, whenever the DeVries family stayed at the Dew Drop. Without comment, Gary always booked Harley into a room distant from any other guests (especially his parents). No one wanted to imagine (much less hear), the two hormone-addled boys testing the structural integrity of their bedsprings. From the moment the door slammed behind them, the boys kicked off their curved slippers, and threw off their velvet jackets and hats. Then Harley pinned Trevor against the wall. Combing Trevor's flame-red hair back with both hands, Harley sealed his lips to the 14-year-old's. At the same time, Trevor caressed Harley's shapely, muscular little buns through the boy's tights, giving them gentle squeezes and soft tickles. "Mmmmhhhhhhh," Trevor sighed into Harley's mouth, through their slightly parted lips. Slowly, the boys sucked and nibbled on one another's mouths, which gradually opened as their passion swelled. They could have been more graceful, but they were so hungry for one another, their tongues lunged and struck like cobras, striking and coiling and darting. Rigid, blood-engorged flesh throbbed together through obscenely snug tights, bellicosely demanding release. Involuntarily, their hips ground together. "Ohhhhh, yeeeeessss, Peanut," Harley sighed, rubbing the side of his face against Trevor's, while holding his friend with fistfuls of hair. Harley was the only person licensed to use his parents' pet name for Trevor, and it made the redhead sigh. He loved Harley so much, some time it hurt. But what hurt more was the hardness in Trevor's loins. Harley slid one hand south, caressing down Trevor's tight, red t-shirt, across the boy's stomach, and palmed the boy's turgid tent pole. It lurched in his hand. "Mmmm. I found a candy cane," Harley whispered, kissing Trevor's ear. "Do you want to shake hands with Santa's little helper?" Giggling, Trevor filled his fingers with the solid tumescence stretching almost all the way up to Harley's waistband. "That feels more like a reindeer antler," Trevor whispered, and sealed his lips once more to Harley's, while squeezing the man-sized flesh. Their kisses and caresses grew more urgent, and Trevor felt the front of his tights lowering, just past his briefs. Harley gently stroked Trevor's turgid boyhood with a thumb and forefinger, through his undies, with just enough to pressure to make him quiver. Trevor moaned in Harley's mouth. It'd been 2 weeks - almost forever - and his cock could have melted, if it hadn't grown impossibly harder. Pulling his lips away, Trevor gazed down, and pushed down the front of Harley's tights, and could have laughed, if he weren't so flushed with need. Harley's uncircumcised head peeked a good inch above shiny, bespoke briefs in a green that matched his outfit, of course. Trevor traced his index finger up and down the boy's length, feeling a pounding hardness barely restrained by satiny snugness. "Fuuuuuck, dude, I neeeeee...uuuuu!" Harley's fingers slid inside his undies stroking him directly. His four slender inches vibrated with itchy tingles, and Trevor's kisses along Harley's neck turned to moanful sucking. Trevor had to focus, and he shoved the front of Harley's briefs down, past the boy's thick 7 inches, under his still immature little ball sack. Briefly tickling Harley's tightly bound little marbles, Trevor slid his hand up and grabbed the 13-year-old's oversized python firmly. Alternating kissing in a frenzy, bursting with wordless guttural sounds, the boys stroked one another faster. Trevor squeezed Harley's rubbery, muscular buns harder, and normally, he'd relish their deliciously slender, well-toned meatiness, but he we was too absorbed in the hard flesh throbbing in his other hand. It was magnificently warm and vaguely damp, so soft and yet so hard at the same time. Perfect. Harley gasped feeling the tell-tale sensation of ribbons pulling his balls inward. "Nuuuh! Nuuuuh! Stooop!" Harley whimpered, pulling Trevor's fingers off of his angry flesh. "Nah...Not yet." Dropping to his knees, Harley yanked Trevor's tights and briefs all the way to the boy's ankles, then off. Studying a boy now naked except for a red t-shirt, Harley admired Trevor's creamy, willowy runner's legs, and the slender, rigid, 5-inch tool bouncing with his pulse, and dripping clear beads of desire. Trevor's still hairless scrotum hung below the boy's pounding tumescence, with each nut clearly defined. A little mustache crowned the base of Trevor's cock, as red as the boy's eyebrows, but not as bright as the hair on his head. Harley gripped him in the middle of his shaft with fingertips, and Trevor moaned from the tongue lashing across the very tip of his damp, circumcised knob. Oh, how he'd missed that spongey wetness tickling and searing across his tenderest space. And then Harley filled his palm with Trevor's smooth ball sack, sweat sticky and slightly musky, and the older boy gasped. A moment later, Harley's lips pursed just behind Trevor's glans, and he swirled his tongue around and around the syrupy-sweet flesh, while stroking the boy's stalk with the the fingertips of one hand, and rolling Trevor's nuggets with his other hand. Trevor could feel his own climax looming, and when Harley's scrotum-squeezing middle finger slithered between his buns, tickling his clenching anus, Trevor grunted, and pushed Harley away by the shoulders. "Too...too...close, dude," Trevor huffed, with a lopsided smile. Harvey smiled back, and nodded knowingly. They'd both spent many nights ruthlessly teasing each other to the edge, giggling and withholding the golden moment until it was inescapable. But this night, they wouldn't be able to tease each with infinite patience. They were both thrumming like tuning forks. "Fuck me in the ass, Harley," Trevor heaved. He needed his friend's cock so badly, filling more than just his hand. "I need you in me." After Trevor helped him up, Harley found his bottle of lube, then re-secured the front of his briefs and tights again, hooking them under his nuts. Harley poured some lubricant in Trevor's hands, so the boy could slowly grease his quivering, uncircumcised prong with long, squelching strokes that made Harley shiver. Hairless as an infant, his glistening, 7-inch cock towered above a small round scrotum, still attached to the pre-pubescent root. "Ooooh...that's fire, dude,' Harley sighed. "Let's do it." Pulling down the covers from one of the beds, Trevor stacked a couple of pillows on the edge of the mattress. Draping his pelvis over the pillows, Trevor rested his shoulders on the mattress, and his face turned on one side. With his feet planted widely apart on the carpet,Trevor's A-framed ass rose skyward, like a fleshy temple. Grinning eagerly over his shoulder, Trevor slapped one of his smooth, milky buns, then used both hands to open his cathedral doors. Trevor spread his cheeks so widely, there was a little bowl surrounding the boy's anus. Harley sighed at the blind, wrinkled eye, inviting his supplication, and he slowly caressed it with greasy fingers. Gently, but urgently, Harley swirled his finger around and around, opening Trevor's fundament. "You've been using the butt-plug, huh?" Harley asked with a grin. "Been doing my stretching exercises all week, dude," Trevor replied with a chuckle. "Thanks for sending me that thing," he added, referring to a surprise toy that Harley had had delivered a week before. In moments, Harley slowly fingered Trevor with two, and then three digits. Maybe later that week, he'd see just how much of his hand he could get in there, but at the moment all Harley wanted was to sink his cock balls deep in Trevor's creamy crevice. Carefully holding his obscene length mid-shaft, Harley aimed it carefully and pressed. It took far less time to work his uncut knob through Trevor's tight little ring than usual. "Uuuuuh...yessss!" Trevor hissed as Harley slid further, and released his buttocks. "That's it, dude. Get that junk in my trunk!" Trevor's little boy hole may have been ready for Harley excavation, but it still took time for his barren pubis to rest against Trevor's slender buns. The boys rested for a moment, and Harley caressed the muscular buns he impaled, covered in skin as soft and smooth as a baby's. Trevor reached down, and sandwiched his drooling hardness between the pillows on which he rested. "Savage! Yer so tight, Peanut," Harley sighed, almost light-headed from the meaty heat simmering his throbbing hardness. "OMG, dude! You feel so good!" Trevor gasped, loving being filled. His cock pounded involuntarily, squeezing tiny pearls of clear syrup into the pillow cases clasping him. With every penis lurch, Trevor's anus squeezed around the thick, burning intruder. Unconsciously, Harley flipped the long side of his blond, asymmetrical haircut back, and gripped Trevor's slender hips for balance. Slowly, he eased back, almost to his crown, then pushed back in, and pulled back out. Trevor's tight little gasket squeezed itchy tickles up and down Harley's length with every lazy pump. At first, Harley aimed his slow, rhythmic thrusts, making sure his rigid flesh pressed down into Trevor's special place. Of course, his girth ensured his swollen tumescence would drag across it, anyway. But he wanted to maximize his pressure on Trevor's prostate, and he earned little gasps with every plunge and pull of his pounding penis. But it wasn't more than a minute or two before he began losing control. The fire dragging on his cock ignited greater need, and he started pounding Trevor faster. Harder. In and out and in and out. Slam - slam - slam! The room echoed with the sound of slapping flesh, and tattered moans. Trevor pushed back to meet each thrust, humping his pillows and fucking Harley with his anus. The boys were in an uncoordinated violent frenzy. "OH GOD! Fuck me Harley! Fuck me!" "Nnnouuuu! Duuuude! I can't...help...it! Gonna cum!!" "Do it baby! Cum in me! Cum hard!" Muscles seized on Harley's little marbles, pulling, contracting his tight little bag into him. And he pumped violently, until it seemed like everything in his bowels and abdomen imploded. As usual, Harley emptied his lungs silently, while it felt like he was squeezing himself inside out. Trevor felt Harley's log kicking inside him, again, and again, while the boy quietly gasped and pounded. His thrusts faded, leaving him quietly panting, and at last, Harley fell forward onto Trevor's back, hugging the boy from behind. "Totally...oh...Trev," Harley quietly sighed, and gave Trevor's cheek a kiss. "Just stay like that, dude," Trevor replied, giving Harley's still turgid rod a squeeze with his bowels. At the same time, he rocked back and forth, pumping between pillows now compressing his cock with the weight of two boys. "Dude, you're still...ooooo...mad hard!" Trevor whispered, giving his friend another meaningful squeeze with his guts. "Yeah, Peanut," Trevor sighed, giving his friend another kiss. "`Cause you're fire. Such fucking fire." Almost imperceptibly, and definitely unintentionally, Harley's hips slowly ground back and forth, plunging just a little in and out. Reflected in a mirror on the closet door, Trevor could see Harley's slender buns dimpling on the sides with each thrust, and it made him hungry to be ravaged. "Fuck me again, bae," Trevor begged. "Please?" Harley didn't need to be asked. Though tight wet heat gripped his aching hardness, his heart was swollen more than his cock. He loved being in his best friend, almost becoming part of the Trevor. In moments, Harley pumped with deliberation, plowing steadily once again, pulling back to his knob's ridge, then drilling as deeply as he could go. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Trevor grunted powering back to meet Harley's barren pubis with his buns, and raking tickles along the boy's flesh with his anus. Harley thrust deeply and steadily, like a pile driver, pumping, pumping, pumping. Tirelessly, his hips ground like a rotary engine in low gear, thrilling in the itchy fire rolling up and down his powerful pre-pubescence, once again. With thick, throbbing flesh searing his anus, and the deep pressure punishing his prostate, Trevor punched back harder, while fucking his pillows furiously. His t-shirt was starting to soak with both his own sweat and Harley's. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" "Grrnnna! Grrrrrnnna! Grrrraaaaah!" Steady electric jolts flared from Trevor's prostate, merging with the hot, itchy friction from his pillow pillaging. His hairless scrotum contracted, and his balls silently screamed. But Trevor was unmuted as the first burst detonated from his raging adolescence. "AAAaaaaauuuuuuhhhhh!" Trevor cried, pounding his fists against the mattress. He screamed again, as a second wave surged out of his cock, smearing the pillowcases with more of his thin and slightly milky seed. The rhythmic contractions on his rigid rod would have been enough to pull Harley's climax out of his undeveloped loins. But the sound of his friend's almost excruciating rapture, and knowing that he was the source, ripped more than an almost dry discharge from from Harley's cock. It was a tidal wave from his heart, that rippled deeply into Trevor's soul, and he pumped and pumped and pumped, dry of fluids, but dripping with love. Hugging Trevor's shoulders, Harley's tattered breath matched his friends, and the boys rested for a moment. A minute or two later, Trevor chuckled and sighed. "You still have a boner, dude?" Trevor whispered. His ass was too sore to squeeze the bone implanted in him. "Does that thing ever stop being hard?" "Not around you, dude," Harley grinned and kissed his friend's cheek. "And definitely not in you." = = = = The next couple of days saw a flurry of activity. Hannah, Harley and Trevor helped Clair by volunteering at a food bank, and worked at a library bake sale. And every night, Harley and Trevor went to sleep and woke up in each other's arms, cocooned in warmth, flesh and love. And it was a good thing Trevor was in charge of the room's bedding and bathroom supplies, because the cleanup would have horrified the housekeepers. But by Christmas Eve, their initial sex-starvation diminished and the boys could take their time, teasing each other mercilessly, starting with whispered hints and promises, and casual groping on their daily runs up the mountain. And one of Harley's more arousing boasts beggared belief, as the boys emerged from the forest trail in a steadily growing snow storm. "No fucking way!" Trevor panted. His legs were on fire, and he bent over catching his breath, while sweat poured down his scalp, despite the chill. "It's not possible." "Yes fucking way, dude," Harley heaved, with a grin. "I'll prove it!" Trevor's father was driving a snow-blower, clearing most of the parking lot. Just then, a black sedan rolled in, with an LED "B" glowing out of the windshield, the logo of the Biebar ride app service. Before the car even stopped, Harley squealed and sprinted toward it. Bram DeVries had barely emerged from the vehicle when Harley leaped up to hug his father with arms and legs, knocking the man back into the car. "Sorry, Papa!" Harley said, immediately dropping to his feet. Having seen neither his father nor brother in a couple of months, he'd reacted with the instincts of a boy half his age. But Bram was just as happy, squeezing Harley tightly, then releasing the boy so he could tackle his 17-year-old brother, Jesse. Gary set the snow blower to idle, and joined Trevor in greeting the new comers. "Looks like a good thing we brought our skis," Bram observed, squinting at the sky. "Yeah, Bram. But the state's closed off Hurricane Ridge Road, and they'll probably close the 101. Should be a good base building." Turning to Jesse, Gary looked a little bashful. "Jesse, uh, I was hoping you could bunk with your brother, tonight. We've got a bus load of skiers coming in, because of the storm. If it's a problem, we can set you up in one of our kids' rooms." "No worries, Gary," the teen replied, pulling luggage out of the car. "Me and Harley share all the time, on trips." Promising the boy he'd have his own room the next day, Gary turned to his son and asked if Harley's room was presentable. In fact, Harley helped him clean it that morning, before going for running. "Great, Peanut," Gary replied. "Can you grab your jacket and give me a hand?" Trevor trotted off to his house, where he traded his soaked t-shirt and sweatshirt for a thermal undershirt and his parka. Grabbing a snow shovel from the shed, he jogged back over to join his father. "You don't want to pull on some pants, son?" Gary asked Trevor rolled his eyes. "I'm good, dad," he replied, and started pushing snow off the paths. Moments later, Harley appeared, similarly attired. "I want to help." Though Gary assured the boy it wasn't necessary, Harley insisted. "We're family, right?" Close to six inches accumulated by the time the bus pulled in, and Gary left the boys to check in guests. There were roughly 40 or so adults and kids, mostly families from a synagogue in Portland. While guiding the snowblower, Trevor clocked a couple of girls giggling and discretely pointing at his lean, naked legs. A couple of the boys caught his eye, but only one returned Trevor's gaze. He snapped back to work, and when the lot was clear for the moment, Trevor and Harley scattered rock salt on the asphalt. "Thanks a lot, dude," Trevor said, as they put away their equipment. "It was kinda fun," Harley said, with ridiculous optimism for a thankless chore. "First time shoveling snow." "Well, it won't be the last for me, today," Trevor replied, telling Harley he'd have to do it again every hour, until the storm passed. "Gotta keep things clear for emergency vehicles." "Shit. Well, I'll help," Harley said, throwing an arm around his boyfriend's shoulder, as they walked to Harley's room. "But can I try the snowblower? I'm pretty good at blowing." The boys giggled, then knocked before entering room 12. Jesse was putting his clothes in the dresser, and shrugged at the boys. "Sorry about this, Trev," he said. "Not your fault, dude," Trevor said. "Sorry you don't have your own space." "Well, if you want, you can still sleep here tonight," Jesse said, then paused, slightly embarrassed. "But, like, I really don't want to hear anything," the older boy said. Trevor blushed, and didn't even consider the possibility. There was no way he could keep his hands to himself, lying in the same bed with Harley. "No worries, dude," Trevor replied. "I'm just gonna get my stuff out of the bathroom." The snow kept dumping, and the boys kept clearing it away until night fall, when the storm started to die off. Gary and Bram took a couple of cars to pick up take out from kosher Thai and Chinese restaurants in Aberdeen, while Clair and Hannah worked on dinner for the Andersons and DeVries clan. Meantime, Trevor and Harley staffed the office, which largely meant watching a Canadian hockey match on TV, and fielding calls from guests. During a quiet moment, as they sat side-by-side on the couch, Trevor's fingers slid under the hem of Harley's nylon running shorts, and travelled up the boy's slender, sinewy leg. Finding the full pouch of the shorts' lining, Trevor pressed in and kneaded Harley's junk until it hardened. Both boys giggled. Then Trevor suggested they lock the door, and retreat to the back room. With the speed of hummingbirds, Harley and Trevor raced to the cot, where anyone on night duty in season would sleep. Lying on their sides, Harley and Trevor kissed furiously, while wriggling their shorts down to their knees. Squeezing each others little buttocks, they pulled themselves together, blood engorged lumber pounding together, stabbing needfully. Trevor reached between them, and clutched Harley's shaft midway, with an upside down fist, while wrestling the boy's tongue with his own. His other fingers combed through the short side of Harley's asymmetrical haircut. Harley held Trevor's slender, quivering 5-inches with a thumb and three fingers running down the sides. Pushing and pulling, he milked clear, oozing need from Trevor's pink, bell-shaped head. Harley groaned, and Trevor pumped him faster, gripping the boy's cock like a baseball bat. There was no gentle teasing, and every stroke pulled Harley's foreskin back and forth over his large, cherry-shaped knob. Harley could feel his nuts contracting, and he pulled his mouth away from Trevor's. Panting, he gasped, "I'm gonna cum, Peanut!" Very quickly, Trevor curled down, away from Harley's masturbating fingers, to seal his mouth around the boy's knob, skinning it back with his lips. Sucking furiously on Harley's glans, while lashing its underside with his tongue, Trevor stroked the boy no more than 10 times before it pulsed in his finger tips, and Harley quietly shook. A small burst of sweetness spread on Trevor's tongue, which he savored, until Harley's climax receded. Trevor took his time swallowing, enjoying every subtle note of Harley's infertile goo. His own was growing salty, he'd discovered, and hoped Harley wasn't getting grossed out by it. "That...slayed, dude." Harley whispered, still breathing heavily. "I still can't believe you're so quiet, when you go off." "Years of sharing a room with Jesse, ya know. You just get used to keeping quiet, and pretending your brother isn't beating off, too." "That's the plan for tonight?" Trevor asked with a chuckle. "Nah. These days, when we share a room, we just take turns jacking off in the shower," Harley replied, returning his hands to Trevor. "It's totally gross when he forgets to wash his spooge down the drain." Trevor giggled, then moaned as Harley caressed his hairless balls, while stroking him more vigorously. "Oh fuck, that's good, Bae." Harley changed his grip, pounding the boy with his all his fingertips, then curled down to Trevor's circumcised nozzle. "Your turn," he whispered, then licked Trevor's dripping nozzle clean, before sealing his lips around it. "Ooouuuuuuuuuuhhhh!" Trevor gasped, and his hips involuntarily pumped a little. The tongue swabbing around him was electric, and when Harley sucked with his cheeks, the sensation grew unbearable. His balls tightened in anticipation. "Gonnna....!" Trevor couldn't complete his sentence with words, but rather cried out, and his cock detonated. White hot, itchy fire ripped down his length, and thin, slightly milky seed flew to the back of Harley's mouth. Just as quickly as Harley could slurp it down, another volley followed, and then another. Rubbing and sucking the boy slowly, Harley managed to milk out some more drooling strands, before Trevor's pulsations died away. Harley released Trevor's nuts, and let the boy slowly soften in his mouth. He adored the rubbery texture on his tongue, and the pubes tickling his nose. He wondered what Trevor wold look like with an actual fire bush, in a year or two. The boys would have remained that way, if Trevor's phone hadn't buzzed with a text from his dad. "Finished deliveries. Close up. Dinner in 15 minutes." "Looks like we're done for the day," Trevor said, getting up and telling Harley dinner was almost ready. "I gotta shower and change." "Me too," Harley said, pulling his shorts up. "Don't slip in the jizz," Trevor said, and both boys giggled. Dinner was warm and cozy, with lots of laughter and plenty of wine for the adults. It was a relief for the DeVries family to have a normal Christmas dinner with no industry gossip. It was as close to normal as they could get, without going to New York or the Netherlands. After the extended family cleaned up, and relaxed by the fire for a while, Bram whispered something to Gary, who nodded, then politely asked the children if they could head off to their rooms. It was around Zoe's bed time, anyway, and Trevor had to do a final check on the office. The three boys chuckled as they headed over to the motel, thinking Sinterklass would be arriving. Though the Dutch version of Santa usually appeared on the 5th, the DeVries adapted to U.S. custom. And the teen boys still received something from The Good Saint, despite outgrowing something not even Zoe believed anymore. In truth, though, the adults had some serious business to discuss. It was almost 9, and Trevor bid Jesse goodnight. When the older boy was most of the way to his room, Trevor wrapped his arms around Harley, and the boy's traded long and lingering kisses. "Good night dude," Trevor whispered. "Sweet dreams." "I'll be dreaming of your sugar plums," Harley whispered, and both boys giggled. Just as Harley walked away, someone moved out of the shadows by the office, startling Trevor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," a young voice piped out. A kid looking a little younger than Trevor stepped forward. "No worries. Just wasn't expecting to see anyone," Trevor replied, regaining his composure. The boy looked familiar, and Trevor realized it was the cutie who'd caught his gaze that afternoon. He had wavy black hair and slightly olive skin. "Can I help you?" "Uh, I was wondering, uh...Can you unlock the men's room, over there?" The boy pointed to the detached shower and toilet facilities the Inn maintained for RV guests. "Oh, I'm sorry, dude, but we close that for the winter. The pipes might freeze," Trevor replied. Suddenly concerned, he asked if there were something wrong with the boy's room's plumbing. "Uh, no. It's just...I'm sharing with my parents and my little bro." Trevor chuckled. "You don't want to drop a deuce with them around?" The boy looked at his feet and didn't say anything. "Ooooooooohhhh," Trevor said, with sudden understanding. "Sorry. I get it. Yeah, a guy's gotta have some privacy, for sure. Look, I have to check things in the office, and there's a bathroom there..." The boy looked up, embarrassed, but obviously relieved. "Thanks." While Trevor unlocked the office, the boy nervously asked, "Were you guys kissing?" It was Trevor's turn to blush, as he opened the door. "Yeah, man. That was my boyfriend." Trevor closed the door, and the boy asked "So you're...gay?" Trevor chuckled. "Yeah, dude. Gay as the Cirque du Soleil," which made the boy giggle. Then, he grew quiet. "You don't...seem gay," the boy replied. Trevor chuckled. "Dude, you know that's kind of...old school." The boy blushed. "I guess I don't know any gay guys. I mean, other than our cantor. And he's gay AF - I mean, you know, sort of..." "Effeminate?" "Yeah, that's it," the boy said, relieved he didn't have to find the words. "I'm sure you know more gay boys and girls than you think. We're all kinds of people," Trevor said. "Um, does anyone know?" The boy's eyes were platter-wide. "Yup," Trevor said, with a grin. "Our families are doing Christmas together `cause of my friend and me. I guess we brought everyone together." "You're so lucky," the boy said, then looked down at his feet, and paused for a long time. Trevor sensed the kid had more to say, but couldn't with a total stranger. "So I'm Trevor," he said, extending his fist for a bump. "Josh," the boy replied, bumping, with a half smile, and sad, doe-like eyes. He looked distressed, it made Trevor's heart melt. "I guess I am, too," the boy said quietly. "You're..?" Trevor asked "Gay, dude," the boy said, quietly. "I think I'm gay." His words came out ragged. "I guess nobody knows, huh?" Trevor said, leading the boy over to the couch. "Just the kid from Little League who showed me how to...you know..." Josh half smiled, making a jerking motion with his fist. "Alejandro. But, like one day he says he doesn't wanna do it, anymore. Says, he's not a fag. I mean, I guess that's what I am. A fag. I'm not into girls. I think about boys, when...I do it." Josh looked down at his feet, and rubbed his eyes. "OK, first thing: Alejandro's a tool. It's 2020, and nobody cares." "Yeah, that's what they say. But my parents are religious and - shit!" Josh looked panicked, and checked his phone. "I've been gone like 20 minutes. I told them I wanted to get a soda." "Give `em a call. Tell `em the night clerk's your age, and you're, uh, drinking hot chocolate and watching TV." Josh nodded, and nervously called his parents. "No, he's a boy. The motel owners' son...Yeah, we're just clicking channels...No...Yeah...Mooooom, yes, I know." It was a long call, and by time Josh finished, he sighed. "Not that I care, but is your cocoa Kosher?" Trevor looked at him and burst out laughing. "As a matter of fact, it is." As scrupulous inn-keepers there were a lot of things the Andersons kept on top of. The boys grinned at each other. "So weird. You're a total stranger, and here I am `coming out' to you." "I hope we're friends, Josh," Trevor said, wrapping an arm over Josh's shoulders. "Yeah! Me, too. Let's trade phones and deets." After they traded information, the boys were quiet for a moment, then Josh continued where he'd left off. "It's just...I don't know what my family would think. It's not like they say homophobic shit. But you know? My parents are talking about grandkids, and I'm just still in 7th grade. It's like, I think I should make an effort, you know? To like girls?" Trevor sighed, and hugged the smaller boy to him. "Yeah, I get it." He turned on the TV, finding some innocuous thing to massage their eyeballs. Josh rested his head on Trevor's shoulder, sighing, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "How did you find your boyfriend, Trevor?" Josh asked, quietly. "Just chance, dude." Josh sighed. "So, I might never meet anyone." Trevor squeezed Josh's shoulders. "Dude, you're really cute. You're not gonna have a problem." "But how do you know, if another guy is..?" "OK, so you may not know who's definitely gay, or bi, or what for a couple years. But here's the truth: all boys in middle school are horny as fuck," Trevor replied, then described the various ways he'd ended up with his hands in classmates' pants. Wrestling turning into groping. Talking about girls on sleepovers, turning into talking about boners. Looking at porn in the woods, while rubbing the lump in one's trousers. "It'll happen, if you let it," Trevor concluded. "So, I'll nuke up some hot chocolate, while you go back and take care of business..." "Uhm, Trevor? You said you can't get to sleep without, uh, doing it?" The younger boy asked, almost too quietly to be heard. Trevor chuckled. "Yeah, Josh?" The boy said nothing, so Trevor let him off the hook. "You want to do it together?" "Uh-huh. If...you know, you want." "Come on," Trevor said, pulling the boy up by the hand. In the back room, he shucked his own parka, and helped Josh out of his jacket. Josh froze, obviously unsure of what to do. Trevor sat down on the cot, and patted the mattress, with a smile. The smaller boy sat stiffly next to him and made no move until Trevor undid his jeans, and pushed them to his ankles. Josh stared at the half-hard bulge in the front of Trevor's snug boxer briefs. Mustering his courage, he unbuckled his belt, and undid his own trousers, pushing them all the way down. The front of his plain white briefs stretched straight out with a diminutive tent. Trevor rubbed the front of his undies with the flat of his hand, quickly engorging himself. Josh was staring hungrily at Trevor's loins, so the older boy teased him a little, stroking the outline of his own rigid adolescence with a thumb and forefinger. Then, as Trevor slowly lowered his undies, the boy gasped. "You're really big, Trevor," Josh said with awe. "And you've got hair." Trevor chuckled. "I am 14, dude. But I just started getting hair this year, and my dick wasn't half this size a couple of years ago." "I'm um, not, uhm...please don't laugh," the boy plead, afraid to shed his undies. "Dude, no worries," Trevor said. When the boy still made no move, Trevor rolled on his side. "Here, let me help." Josh was trembling, so Trevor gently brushed the boy's hardness through the combed cotton for a moment. When Josh stopped shaking, Trevor pulled the boy's waistband down, and Josh raised his hips, to help. Josh's slightly fat, 2 inch, circumcised cock quivered above a tight sack held snugly at the root. His still childish loins were utterly hairless, and delightfully cute. "Nice, dude," Trevor said. He'd have preferred to jerk off with a boy with bigger equipment, but for Trevor, any erection was better than no erection at all. And Josh was clearly as aroused as any boy could be. His little cock waved with the boy's heartbeat. But Josh was still making no move, so Trevor clasped him with a thumb and forefinger, and gently stroked. "Ooooooooh," Josh sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Can I...do it to you?" Trevor giggled. "I sure hope so." Josh turned on his side, and took Trevor in a full grip. "It feels nice," he sighed, simply holding it for a moment, then reached over with his other hand to touch Trevor's pubes. But he stopped, and looked up questioningly. "Uh-huh, you can touch whatever you want, dude," Trevor said, with a grin. To punctuate the point, he slid his other hand under Josh's t-shirt, and rubbed the boy's tummy. Josh wasn't particularly muscular, but not fat. Just warm and soft. After exploring Trevor's pubes, Josh mirrored Trevor, caressing inside the older boy's shirt, then inside his thigh, up to Trevor's scrotum. Stroking a little faster, Trevor fondled Josh's nuts with his other thumb and forefinger. They were as small as Harley's marbles, but were suspended in a much fatter scrotum. Trevor's bag filled Josh's hand, and he stopped jacking the older boy for a moment, admiring the big balls rolling in his hand. Holding another boy so intimately, so freely, without shame: it was not only liberating, but overwhelmingly sensual. And soon enough, the sparkles in his little rod grew fierce from Trevor's relentless rubbing. The special feeling was almost there, and he shuddered. "I...ohh...uuuuuuuuuh!" Josh quietly cried, and his diminutive rod pulsed in Trevor's fingers. The boy's hips rose and fell three or four times, as his tiny flesh detonated drily with the greatest climax he'd yet experienced. "Trevor...that was...oh my God." As Josh's head cleared, he realized he still had both hands filled with Trevor, and resumed stroking. But just then, his phone rang. Josh groaned, and answered the call. "Hi Mom. Yeah....Yeah...Yes, I know what time it is." Josh rolled his eyes at Trevor. "Alright. I'm on my way." Closing the connection, Josh looked sheepishly at his new friend. "I have to go back, now. She's...Oy." Trevor chuckled, pulling up his clothes. "Parents get worried, dude. No biggee." "Yeah, but I left you hanging," Josh replied, standing up to pull on his own clothes. Just as Josh secured his skimpy briefs in place, Trevor gently caressed the soft mound in front. "This guy is gonna make a lot of new friends, this year." The boy giggled. "I hope so." "Let me nuke up some hot chocolate before you go." Just before Josh left, Trevor handed him a cup of steaming cocoa, and said, "You've got my number. Call me any time - especially if you have any questions about other boys." "Thanks, Trevor. This was the best night ever." Trevor gave the boy a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, dude. Sweet dreams." = = = = Lips. Gently kissing. And fingers feathering across his chest. "Harley..?" Trevor mumbled, waking up to a warm, cuddling embrace. "You expecting one of your other boyfriends, Peanut?" Harley replied, with a quiet chuckle, and another kiss to Trevor's cheek. "Merry Christmas." "What time is it?" Trevor said, yawning, and slowly opening his eyes. "It's 9 AM, and you're the only one still in bed." Harley's hand slid under the covers, down Trevor's torso, until coming to rest on top of the boy's rigid morning wood. "Mmmmm. I found a candy cane." His hand went a little lower, squeezing Trevors nuts. "And there are those sugar plumbs!" As Harley slowly stroked Trevor through his night clothes, Trevor muttered, "Don't start anything you can't finish." "Party pooper," Harley chuckled, and gave his friend another kiss, this time to the lips. And it lingered and radiated. "You better get up. Zoe's pretty frantic about opening presents," Harley said, rolling off the bed. A moment later, Trevor climbed out the covers, and stretched. His plaid, flannel night shirt hung to his knees, but below, his feet and calves were sealed in red-and-white striped footie tights. "You're wearing the elf tights!" "Yeah, they're nice and warm." Trevor said, making no resistance, while Harley pulled up the hem of his nightshirt for an inspection. "And very sexy," Harley purred, rubbing his hand over the rigid prong tenting the front. "You're not wearing any underwear." "Like I said, dude, don't start..." Trevor grumbled, yawning again. "Alright," Harley replied, while adjusting his own filling cock. "Go piss. Everyone's downstairs, waiting for you." A few minute later, Trevor stumbled down the stairs. A year or two before, he'd have been up at the crack of dawn, trembling with excitement over Christmas Day. But with adolescence unfolding, it wasn't until he shambled into the living room that Trevor's eyes fully peeled apart. "Merry Christmas, Trevor!" Zoe cried out, giving her big brother a crushing hug. "About time you got up," she whispered. "Sorry, Goober," Trevor whispered. "Next time, just wake me when you're up, `k?" Like most Christmases, the gifts included hits and misses, but nothing was ostentatious or spendy. At the same time, "Santa" was a little extravagant. The mountain bikes Zoe and Trevor received earned Gary an arched eye from his son, who later questioned his dad if they could afford such things. Jesse opened a box with a set of keys, and a picture of the Chevy Bolt waiting for him back in Los Angeles, and punched his fist in the air, finally owning his own car. But Harley's SLR camera had the 13-year-old in a happy dance that only ended when he photographed every square inch of the living room. While everyone joked and snacked on pastries, Gary pulled Trevor aside. "Hey, Peanut. The bus is gone, and, I'm really sorry, but you, me and Mom have to get at least 8 of the rooms cleaned up by 1." "No worries, dad. I'll get on it after breakfast." It wasn't the first time he'd worked on a holiday, especially since Gary insisted his employees get days off. He went back up to his room to change. Just then, Trevor's phone vibrated with a text: "Trevor - Tx. You saved my life. I was in a bad place. Talk soon?" Trevor texted back "Glad Ur my friend. Here 4 U anytime. ." "So, got a new boyfriend?" Harley whispered over his shoulder. Trevor dropped his phone, his face burning with shame. "A kid on that bus came by the office. He's got issues." Pulling Harley onto his bed, Trevor haltingly explained how he'd ended up pleasuring a closeted new friend in the office. By the time he was finished, Harley stared at him with a blank expression of deep disappointment. Tears welled in Trevor's eyes, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" "Oh shit, Trev - Peanut, I'm fucking with you," Harley said, soothingly, pulling his friend into his arms. The wordless cuddle was long enough for Trevor to dry his eyes. Harley read the text out loud, then said, "Dude, that kid could have been thinking of hurting himself. You changed his life." "With a handy?" Trevor. "Seriously?" "YES. Seriously." Harley paused for a moment. "So, you didn't cum? Really?" "No, Bae. That's all for you." Harley giggled. "So, you'll never beat off again, and bank it all for me." "Shut up, dude," Trevor said, cracking a tear-stained smile. "Look, Peanut, I don't care if rub one out with another dude, or even suck his dick. I just care about what's in here," Harley said, circling his finger around Trevor's heart. "Serious question: when spank it, what do you think about?" Without hesitation, Trevor replied, "Kissing you, the blowing that monster in your pants." Harley chuckled. "Yeah. I beat off thinking I'm in your ass." "Goddammit, Harley, I'm fucking hard as shit, now." Just then, Gary called up the stairs that breakfast was on. Harley gave Trevor's turgid trouser trout an affectionate squeeze. "It'll just have to wait 'til snack time." It wasn't until late afternoon that Trevor could shower, change, and finally hook up with Harley in his once-again private room. Combing his fingers through Trevor's flame-colored mane, Harley sighed and smiled. The 14-year-old grinned back, and slid his hands around Harley, so happy for the best Christmas ever. No words were needed Harley leaned in for a gentle kiss, lingering, tasting the fresh flavor of toothpaste. Trevor's tongue traveled along the length of Harley's sealed lips, gently probing for a way in. Harley suppressed a giggle, and let his lips open a little. Soon, their kissing grew more passionate, and their heads twisted to and fro, sharing labored breathing and the secret language of tongues dancing together, in a wet, serpentine ballet. Granite hardness pounded up against Harley's rigid bulge. But the boys took their time. Trevor reached down, and undid Harley's trousers. With the fly open, Trevor briefly glimpsed a triangle of shiny material, then lost himself in Harley's emerald eyes, and their cobalt rims.Trevor's lips met Harley's once more, while his hand slid into the boy's trousers, pressing Harley's steamy hardness through silky soft and very snug underpants. "Let's get rid of this stuff," Harley said, undoing Trevor's Pendleton, and pulling it off, then stripping the boy to his underwear. "Awwww," Harley muttered with approval, running his fingers up and down Trevor's slender hip, snugly wrapped in one of the pairs of little satiny, shimmering, violet briefs Harley had given him. It was the sort of underwear Trevor didn't dare show in gym class, despite being out. But it turned Harley on, so Trevor had made sure to dress for his boyfriend. His rigid tumescence was already moistening the front of his tiny skin-tight undies with a nickel-sized purple dot. Harley circled a finger around the dark circle, pressing into the moist flesh within, making Trevor shiver. Biting his lip, Trevor stripped Harley to his briefs, and took a step back to admire the boy's sinewy body, bare but for his sweetly fuchsia colored little triangle hugging the boy's loins and muscular buttocks. His briefs were so snug, every detail of Harley's lurching shaft throbbed in glorious, colorful detail. His uncut knob popped over the waistband, like a sheathed periscope, blind but searching, it's porthole moist at the tip. Wrapping their arms around one another, caressing each other's slender backs, they kissed deeply, while their cocks pounded together. The slightly chilly air contrasted with the warmth of their smooth skin, pressed together. Trevor dragged his lips to Harley's ear, and whispered, "Let's get in bed." Harley brushed Trevor's long, red hair away from the boy's ear, kissed the lobe, then gave it a gentle nibble. "Yeah, good thinking." In moments, they were under the warm covers, lying on their sides, caressing hips and thighs and buttocks, while kissing throats and chins, rubbing their faces together, enjoying the sheer sensations of skin against skin. Harley kissed down to one of Trevor's nipples, standing out against the boy's slender chest like a pink gumdrop, and he sucked on it, while tweaking the other nipple into diamond hardness. Trevor's eyes clamped shut, and his back arched, while he moaned. With his eyes still shut, he squeezed Harley's buttocks through his sheer, snug briefs, then rubbed down the crevice, goosing the very bottom. Their lips joined together once more, and their kissing grew savage, intense, furious and hungry. Harley rolled Trevor onto his back, and slid on top. Trevor smiled coyly up at Harley, bitting one half of his lower lip, captivated by the boy's sparkling eyes. "You're so big and hard," Trevor whispered, spreading his legs widely, so their cocks could fully press together. "You're so hot, dude. You feel so good," Harley whispered with a grin, and gave Trevor's cock a meaningful grind with his own. Trevor laced both of his hands in Harley's, pulling them up, over his head. Bending his legs around Harley, he caressed his toes up and down the boy's sinewy legs, then wrapped his calves around the boy's buns, pulling him in. "Mmmmm..." Harley purred, rubbing the side of his face with feline tenderness against Trevor's. At the same, his heart beat faster, pumping fire and iron into his rigid boyhood. Gripping Trevor's hands tightly, and using his knees for leverage, he pumped his flesh against his friend's. Trevor gently thrust against him. He needed friction against his loins. He was so painfully hard, his cock wept, and he pushed a little more needfully, thrusting himself through damp, stretchy undies against Harley's hot, throbbing rod. Trevor could feel its moist nozzle smearing his tummy. He grew inflamed. "Oh, Gaaawwd yeah, dude!" Trevor panted, his breath growing tattered with rapturous excitement. "Fuck my dick!" Harley could already feel the fire building in his small, undeveloped testicles, churning to produce what they could not yet make. The waistband on his skimpy briefs dragged up and down his rod, adding to the itchy friction, while his foreskin rolled back and forth over his knob. The boys pumped harder, violently grinding like machine tools. Trevor rhythmically squeezed Harley's butt with his legs, ramming himself up, while pulling Harley against him. "Ooouuh...uhhh...uhhh...Uhhh! Don't stop!" Trevor gasped. "Almost there!" "Meeee....Tooo!" Harley grunted through grinding teeth. Trevor insides contracted, tightening his nuts, and tickling fire flared out of his lurching love limb. Crying out unintelligibly, he flooded his briefs with jet after jet of juice he'd been holding in check against a night and day of anticipation. Feeling the pulsating wetness seeping even through his own undies, and seeing the rapturous joy spreading across Trevor's face, while the boy writhed against him, Harley bucked ferociously, burrowing his cock into Trevor's loins. Squealing like a wounded animal, Harley felt his cock quaking, pulsating with itchy tingles, laboring to drool out a tiny burst of goo, then bursting drily again, and again. Harley's hips slow, then gently rocked to a halt. "Sooooo lit," Trevor sighed, releasing his legs from behind Harley, then sliding his fingers into the back of the boy's underpants. He caressed soft, smooth skin stretched across firm, pliant muscles. "Mmmmm." "Mmmm-hmmmm," Harley agreed, kissing the boy tenderly on the lips. Then he rolled onto his side, so he could trace his fingers from Trevor's hips, up to shoulders, down to his nipples and navel. Basking in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss, Trevor suddenly remembered their conversation from a day earlier, and laughed. "What?" Harley asked, gently fondling the soft, drenched lump in Trevor's underpants. "I don't believe you can really do IT." Trevor said, with a grin. "I sure can, dude," Harley proudly replied. "Prove it," Trevor whispered, leaning in for a kiss. When Harley's tongue slid between his lips, Trevor fellated it for a moment, while his fingers found the boy's semi-hardness quivering in his undies. Gently stroking Harley with his fingertips, it didn't take Trevor more than a few moments to bring the boy's 13-year-old, man-sized cock back to its throbbing splendor. Harley broke away, and wriggled out of his briefs, using them to clean the traces of semen from his belly, then pushed down the bed covers. Trevor got out of the bed, pulled off his own underwear to mop himself up, then hit the toilet for a pee. When he returned, he giggled at the site of Harley resting on his shoulders at the head of the bed, with his back supported by a stack of pillows, and his ass and legs braced against the wall. Cocking his head sideways to look at Trevor, Harley grinned and said, "Behold, ye of little faith." Trevor watched in awe as Harley folded his legs down, bending sharply at the waist. And then he gasped, as Harley opened his mouth, letting his thick erection slid a couple of inches into his gaping maw. "Holy shit!" Trevor gasped with laughter. "You weren't lying." Taking a seat next to Harley, he watched in awe, while the the boy used his hands to push his thighs up and down, making his cock plunge in and out of sealed lips. With every downward plunge, Harley's crevice widened into a small bowl-shape, and his taint seemed to pump outward, a lump with tautly covered skin. After a minute, Harley stopped, resting his feet on the headboard, and smirked Trevor. "Told ya." "Fuck, I'm gonna try," Trevor replied, trading places with Harley. But despite his slender build and athletic flexibility, Trevor's rigid tool came no closer than inch from his lips. With a lot of effort, he could lash the very tip of 5-inch prong with his tongue tip, and that was definitely thrilling. As he did, Harley reached over, and stroked his stem, while tickling his little hole. Trevor's anus involuntarily clenched. Harley had fucked him so hard and so frequently, that week, that his little starfish was a bit raw. "Stay like that for a sec," Harley said, getting up to rifle through the dresser. A moment later, he returned with his lube, and a slender, silicone vibrator, like the one he'd given Trevor months before. Turning on the toy, Harley delicately tickled up and down the boy's pounding shaft, then lingered on the underside of Trevor's knob, agitating the frenulum. Trevor gasped, almost biting his own tongue. His cock dribbled clear drops onto his tongue, and he pulled his thighs down with his arms, until he could lick more than his own pee slit. Just then, he gasped again, as the vibrator worked on his tightening nuts, and then his taint. "Oh fuck, dude!" Trevor heaved. His toes curled. Then, he heard the plastic cap pop from the bottle of lube, and felt liquid filling his cavity. Fierce vibrations tickled around his muscular ring, while Harley's fingers stroked his stalk. Suddenly, his tightening nuts were engulfed in Harley's hot wet mouth, just about the same time the vibrator pierced his clenching gates. Harley stroked him faster, and the agitation was becoming unbearable, even without Harley's mouth working his scrotum, and Trevor's own tongue swabbing his own knob. And then, the vibrator touched down on his prostate. The battery was dying, and the thumping pressure on his little acorn was mercifully light - but only for a moment. Harley stabbed in and out, working the toy against him until Trevor groaned and cried out, and his cock burst with a very thin stream that landed on his own tongue. Harley sucked Trevor's tightened nuts harder, stroked him violently, while pressing the dying dildo straight into the boy's helpless button. A second, thinner stream squirted into Trevor's mouth, then some droplets oozed, and Trevor swallowed it all. As his pulsations melted away, Harley released Trevor's nuts from his mouth, slowly pulled the silicone from his friend's ass, and held his cock while it softened. A moment later, the exhausted redhead collapsed and rolled onto his back, his arms and legs splayed. "Hooooly shiiiiiiiit," Trevor sighed. Harley curled around him, caressing Trevor's slender tummy, and kissed the boy's cheek. "So, did you cum, dude?" Harley asked, deadpan, making Trevor chuckle. "Come here and taste the rainbow, baby," Trevor replied, rolling to his side and pulling Harley in for a deep kiss. As their tongues met, Harley could taste the slightly salty spice of Trevor's semen, and eagerly sucked on his friend's tongue. The boys' mouths undulated, billowing with hot waves; warm surges of slowly growing desire, like flower petals rippling in a gathering storm. Trevor pulled away, breathing heavily, and quietly huffed, "Does my, uh, jizz...taste OK?" "Dude, I fucking love it!" Harley replied, immediately. "It tastes like...kinda like...salty caramel...no...something...maybe a little like slightly sweet chicken broth..." "Stop," Trevor replied, with a smile, and a finger to his friend's mouth. "I don't need a menu description. Just making sure you're not, you know, disgusted." "Peanut! God no. I love everything about you. The music you like. How you smell. How you make little snores sometimes. Your jokes...Your looks?...Eh, OK for a ginger, I guess," Harley said, and Trevor chuckled, jokingly punching his friend. "But I definitely love how you taste..." Punctuating the point, Harley sealed his lips to Trevor's, in a long and deep kiss. Trevor ran his fingers through the long side of Harley's blond hair, and gazed in the boy's opalescent eyes. "Your turn, Bae. Get that booty up on the wall." Harley giggled. "Yes sir." Once again, he propped himself upside down, with his shoulders inverted on the mattress, and legs folded at his hips and knees. His surging flesh swung pendulously over the pit of Harley's gaping mouth. And as it lowered, impaling Harley's head, Trevor stilled gasped in awe. It was like a thick, creamy drill dropping relentlessly into a steamy abyss. If only every boy could blow himself. Just as Harley's lips closed around his own shaft, Trevor glanced at the dead sex toy, discarded on the carpet, but was suddenly inspired. Rolling off the bed, Trevor searched through his parka, and found a fresh candy cane. Quickly unwrapping it, and climbing back on the bed, he showed it to Harley, who pulled off his self-slobbered knob to ask, "What're you doing with that?" "I always wondered what `candy ass' meant," Trevor replied with a smirk. "Oh shit," Harley giggled. "Better not, dude," Trevor said, then sucked on the peppermint stick for a moment. Harley felt the inside of his buttocks painted with stickiness, as Trevor spread tingly sweetness all around his canyon. The peppermint tingled so much, his bowels clenched, pulling balls in, and Harley groaned. Sealing his mouth once more around his own rod, he started masturbating himself with tight lips, just before he was impaled with the minty little staff. Oh, how it burned his anal lips! He groaned from the tormenting confection moving in and out for a few moments, though never deeply, before Trevor tossed it aside. Harley self-fellated himself faster, his body curving into a tighter "C" and his abs flexing and relaxing with each lunge. Trevor was especially captivated by the boy's taint, bulging out with every downstroke. Palming Harley's perineum and tiny scrotum, he rubbed the flat of his hand up and down, fingertips stroking the bottom of Harley's shaft. At the same time, he dove into the concave bowl between Harley's slender, muscular ovoid buttocks, which widened and narrowed with every abdominal crunch. Licking all around Harley's sweet rump, Trevor had barely reached the boy's peppermint tunnel, when he heard Harley's gasps, muffled by thick boy meat. Twirling his tongue around the wrinkled Christmas star, Trevor knew his friend's climax was looming. Moving his cupping fingers back, he slid his thumb past his tongue, into the dark depths. "UUUUUuhhhh!" Harley groaned, as Trevor's thumb touched down on his prostate. "UUUUUUgggghhhhhnnn!" He groaned again, while Trevor rubbed back and forth across it. Harley's crunches grew frantic, and his slurping loud. While rubbing Harley's prostate with his thumb, Trevor continued rubbing the boy's taint and balls with a clawed grip. At the same time, Trevor flicked his tongue around the rim of the boy's delicately searing anal lips. The riot of sensation in his ass and balls overwhelmed him, and Harley erupted so violently, that for a moment, he forgot it was his own cock in his mouth, and he sucked on it for dear life. Upside down, stars billowed behind his eyes, and he lost any sense of time or place. He fell into Trevor's arms, still shaking with dying convulsions, while his cock quaked with withering spasms in Trevor's tender grip. At last, his climax faded away, and Trevor spooned around him, stroking his willowy, muscular thighs. "Holy fuck, dude," Harley sighed, reaching back to caress Trevor's skinny buns. "That wasn't the weirdest thing we've done, but pretty close." "Too weird to do again?" Trevor asked. "Oh, fuck no," Harley chuckled. "But I gotta hit the gym if that's gonna be a regular thing." His back ached, and he asked Trevor if they could postpone a repeat for a day or two. A few hours, 3 increasingly painful climaxes, and a long shower later, Trevor and Harley were laughing with their parents and siblings around a huge holiday feast. The crackling fire and seasonal music amplified the warmth of one large, extended family. Just before dessert, Gary looked at the other adults questioningly, and they all discretely nodded. "Guys, we've got an announcement," he said, pausing, searching for the right words. "Bram and Hannah will be starting a business with Clair and me." "Wow!" "Cool!" "What is it? This would be the difficult part, and Bram took over. "Before The War, my father's family had a farm and cider mill in Diepenveen for generations," He paused, and added quietly, "That went away with the Nazis." He never dwelt on the costs his family had suffered. "I'd like to get back into it, and I think we could make it a destination, with an inn." "You're quitting the film business?" Harley asked, incredulous. "Nee, schat," Bram said, tenderly. "I'll stop making movies when I'm six feet under. And I'll be splitting my time between Los Feliz and Washington. But your series just renewed for two seasons, and you'll be practically living in Vancouver, sooo..." Trevor furrowed his brow. "This isn't really apple country, Bram. "And we're not farmers, Papa," Harley added. Clair sighed, and held her son's hand. "That's right, boys. This isn't the right location for the business. So, we'd move, somewhere between Seattle and Yakima, probably. And we don't have to farm. We'll buy the apples." At 10, Zoe couldn't appreciate how much her life would change, and that she'd be leaving friends behind. The 3 boys did. But Harley had grown to share his older brother's distaste for the social dynamics of The Industry, and wasn't sad to leave LA, though he would miss a few very good friends from school. At the same time, Trevor was almost relieved that his first year of high school wouldn't be in Aberdeen. "When's this happening?" Jesse asked, with dread. Not only was he a senior in high school, but he was in a serious relationship. "Don't worry, Jesse. Not before you leave for university," Bram replied. The party grew quiet, as the adults and kids imagined the future. ===================== To be continued...