Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2023 18:35:49 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: The Night Clerk | Part 7 While the nation is locking down against a spreading pandemic, 13-year-old actor Harley DeVries moves away from Los Angeles, and into the nascent bed-and-breakfast his best friend's family is building in Washington state. If you like this work of utter fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = "God, I missed you!" Harley DeVries quietly sighed, raking aside Trevor Anderson's long, dripping mane of crimson hair, to give the 15-year-old a quick peck on the lips. "Not as much as I missed you," Trevor whispered, returning the almost-14-year-old's kiss with one of his own. Harley's lips were a bit unnaturally pink and enticing, like candy. But they tasted much sweeter. With adults lounging around the crackling fire pit 20 feet away, the boys were discrete. Not that they needed to hide anything. For one thing, both sets of parents had approved of their relationship from the moment it had started the previous summer. For another, two of the men enjoying wine with Trevor's parents were a married couple. All the same, they had been the subject of attention from the moment Bram DeVries, and his distant cousin Colton Vannerman had arrived with Harley, just a day before Canada and the U.S. closed their borders. Harley, a minor screen star, had spent the last three months shooting a show in Vancouver, and the adults quietly expected romantic fireworks when the long-separated adolescents were together. But even if the grown-ups hadn't said anything, Trevor and Harley could feel the awkward scrutiny. Still, with everything below their nipples submerged in the hot tub's steam and churning bubbles, it took a lot of restraint to keep their hands off one another. Their high-pitched voices were still unbroken by puberty, and Trevor and Harley's giggles shattered the chilly night, while trading stories and joking around. Eventually, they chatted about serious things. "You'll love Nisqually," Trevor reassured Harley (for the thousandth time), about the school outside Tacoma, in which Bram had enrolled the boys, and Trevor's sister. Harley hadn't been in a classroom since his shoot began in January, and that had been in his Los Angeles neighborhood middle school. The following Monday, he'd start classes in a new school, in a new state, with no familiar faces. Even though he loathed the social milieu of the entertainment industry-affected cliques and hierarchies at his old school, Harley was filled with the normal anxiety of any kid uprooted for the first time. "You really think I'll fit in?" Harley quietly asked, looking down at the bubbles, betraying a rare moment of insecurity. Trevor wrapped his arms around Harley, indifferent to any gawking, and whispered. "Bruh? You'll do great. You're Harley De-Fire." "You're biased, Peanut," Harley replied, using the Anderson family's nickname for Trevor, returning the boy's hug. With effortless charm, Harley had always been popular. But in the pubescent liminal space between childhood and young adulthood, social norms were performative, exploratory, and frequently cruel. Would kids at Nisqually dismiss him as an L.A. flake, or even assume he was one of the characters he'd played? Sitting back side-by-side once more, the boys talked through Harley's apprehensions. With his leg pressed against Harley's, Trevor threw his arm across Harley's shoulders, and absently played with the long side of Harley's asymmetrically cut blond hair. Growing tired of talking about himself, Harley delicately brushed his fingers up and down the inside of Trevor's thigh, mischievously trying to break the redhead's concentration. Unconsciously, Trevor spread his legs a little wider. While gazing up at the stars, he tried to ignore the tremors quaking through groin. But the hot water and bubble jets fluttered his baggy board shorts vigorously against his swelling prong, while Harley teased him deliberately and mercilessly. Soon enough, Trevor's cock throbbed in its submarine grotto. Trevor stumbled over his words, while Harley grinned at his best friend losing the plot. Harley's fingers slid into the leg openings billowing widely around Trevor's slender and sinewy thigh. A moment later, the back of his fingers dragged against Trevor's bobbing nutsack, and the redhead inhaled sharply. Harley rotated his hand, fondling Trevor's delightfully smooth scrotum in his palm and finger tips. He loved holding Trevor's balls, rolling them and giving them gentle squeezes, and relished in Trevor's contented sighs. For his part, Trevor shivered with ecstasy. It had been months since he'd surrendered his most vulnerable parts to Harley, entrusting them with the friend he loved almost more than anyone else. Trevor spread his legs wider; his heat-seeking moisture missile was ready for lift-off. But just as Harley's fingers encircled his base, gently feathering everywhere but directly on his turgid, wagging, underwater wonder rod, Trevor's mom laughed loudly at something, and Trevor's bliss came crashing back to Earth. "Harley, stop!" Trevor quietly hissed. Yet Harley didn't draw his fingers away immediately. He was exploring the soft, smooth skin above Trevor's quaking prong. He squinted with bewildered curiosity. "Where're your pubes, dude?" Owing to Harley's production wrap and quick escape from Canada, Trevor and he hadn't had time for more than brief calls, and the occasional Snaps and texts over the last 3 weeks. Certainly, they'd had no time for phone sex, and Trevor had been waiting to spring his surprise on Harley. Trevor waggled his eyebrows at the blond boy, and grinned impishly, glad he could finally shock Harley. At the same time, he pulled Harley's hand out of his swim suit. "I figured I'd grow mine back, when you got your's," Trevor explained, with a snicker. "Sage waxed `em off for me." "Uncle Sage..." Sage Arsenault, a lean, 40-something stud, wasn't really Harley's uncle, anymore than "Uncle Colt" was more than distantly related. But Sage was Colton's husband, had driven Trevor from L.A. to Washington a week earlier, and was cuddling with Colton across the fire from Trevor's parents and Harley's dad. "Did you and Uncle Sage...do anything else?" Harley studied Trevor carefully, barely suppressing his mirth. Even if the pallid ginger hadn't turned beat red, Harley could read the guileless boy like a book. "You two hooked up on the drive!" Harley lost his somber facade, and chuckled. The only jealousy he felt was of Trevor. Sage might be old, but he was savage, and Harley'd kill to see that lifelong competitive swimmer in the raw. "You're not salty?" "We'll talk about it later." After all, it was a different story for another time. Harley glanced at his phone. It was almost 9 PM, and he suggested they head inside. His deeply seductive tone was all the convincing Trevor needed. But while he rose to his feet, Trevor's tented board shorts breached the surface like an angry orca. Quickly turning his back on the adults, and facing Harley alone, he glanced down and shrugged at his embarrassing condition. Harley's sparkling eyes widened, and he giggled. "Maybe we should swim a couple of laps, dude." "Good thinking." Without turning around, Trevor backflipped over the low wall separating the jacuzzi from the swimming pool. The water was just warm enough for one to work out without getting hypothermia, and within just two or three laps, the boys' had not only lost their erections, but their genitals had retreated into shriveled little balls. Shivering while quickly drying off, the boys wrapped their towels over their shoulders like shawls, and trotted over to the adults to say good night. "We're gonna watch a movie," Trevor said, before kissing his parents goodnight. But as he turned to go, he caught amused expressions on Colton and Sage, and he blushed. Nestled in a thick forest, the three-story, stone and cedar lodge Trevor's and Harley's parents had jointly purchased was an old and rambling affair. It had grown organically from its early days as a mansion on the outskirts of the forgotten village of Senja, between Tacoma and Mt. Rainier. Later converted to a hotel, the lodge sprouted wings of rooms decorated with stained glass and copper molding. When the village withered, so did the hotel, and for a time, was converted back into a mansion again. Though thoroughly renovated, the building went unused, and was put back on the market just as the DeVries and Anderson families were looking for a property to convert to a combination bed-and-breakfast and cider-mill. The boys practically flew up the two flights of stairs, to the wing the Andersons were using. "Such a sick room, Trev!" With an unhindered view of the Cascades, the space made Trevor's few possessions seem insignificant. But he finally had room for a real drafting table and easel. "Wait'll you see Mom and Dad's room. One wall is an empty aquarium." Turning to the attached bathroom door, he added he would be right back. "Roger that, Trev. But hurry, dude!" While Trevor was occupied, Harley put on some music, then noticed a fire had been prepared in a very large hearth. Just as he lit the paper under the kindling, Trevor emerged, naked but for a towel turbaned around his head, and a hand in front of his groin. Harley gazed at the lithe, milky vision, finally incarnate after appearing only in video for far too long. Trevor was lean, almost skinny, but not soft. His slender legs were ropey trail runners' muscles, and his new, upper body conditioning was having the same effect on his arms and abs. Trevor's vanilla ice-cream skin was sprinkled with candy-like pink freckles. Unconsciously, Harley licked his lips, walking toward his best friend, while his eyes focused on the secrets Trevor concealed behind his hand. Trevor smiled at Harley's eagerness. Placing his free hand on his hip, he slowly twisted a little to the left and a little to the right. "See something you like?" "Uh-huh. But What're you hiding down there?" Harley asked in a sing-song voice. Trevor summoned all the innocence he could muster. "You really wanna know, Mister?" "I really do." Trevor slowly peeled away his camouflaging hand, revealing silky, utterly hairless loins. Though his nuts were still cowering from the swim, Trevor's penis had emerged from hiding, hanging at almost 3 inches. With his angelic features, Trevor was innocence and sexiness combined in soft, sculpted marble; smooth as a baby, and yet giving a look of eager expectation. Harley's cock painfully clawed its way out of the cold-shriveled genital bundle. "Damn. You're straight fire, Peanut." "You like?" "Me like!" Harley had been envious of the small pubic mustache Trevor had grown since last summer. But for some reason, Trevor's depilated loins made the boy ridiculously sexy. "You gonna keep staring, or can I take those things off you?" "I dunno. Maybe we should watch a movie." "Shut up, and kiss me, Harley." The blond boy folded his arms over Trevor's shoulders, and the boys leaned their foreheads together. Smiling, they rubbed noses together. When their mirthful mouths lightly joined, it was like the very first time they'd kissed. It was raw and electric, and their lips interlocked as if they'd been designed for one another. The pair wasted little time on tender smacks, quickly diving in to devour one another. Their heads twisted to and fro, while the boys traded heaving breaths and sighs, and their tongues wrestled. Harley held Trevor's head by his towel turban, using it to leverage growing oral ferocity. At the same time, he felt Trevor's fingers untying his board shorts. They didn't fall far, and hung from Harley's painfully swollen need. Trevor slid his hands around to Harley's half-concealed backside, caressing the glorious globes with his fingertips. Slender, smooth, and still damply chilled from the pool, Harley's bottom needed a good squeezing, and Trevor delivered. Sinking his fingers into the soft skin covering firm, hard muscle, Trevor compressed a moan out of the boy, and pulled their groins together. Harley's cock pressed against him at full mast, and Trevor craved to hold it, and kiss it. "Mmmm...Bed...Mmmm" "MmmHmmm!" The boys parted long enough for Harley to shed his swim suit, then joined Trevor under his cozy duvet. They lay on their sides, and studied each other in the flesh for the first time in months. Harley's thick, uncut cock belied the boy's almost 14 years. At nearly seven inches, his pounding love hammer could have been mistaken for a man's, if not for the utter absence of hair surrounding it, nor anywhere else on his lean, prepubescent body. Likewise, Harley's scrotum, still sealed to the base of his cock, was as round and smooth as a Spalding handball, though half the size, and rolled back and forth with boy's flexing hardness. It always took Trevor's breath away, as well as any control of his own diamond hardness. Trevor's engorged flesh waved at Harley's, as if the two young cocks signaled in semaphore. "God, you're hot, Trev!" Wet and pink, the redhead's circumcised helmet capped a slender, 5-inch piece of boy meat. Trevor's tightened nut bag hung closely to the side of his horizontally throbbing prong, and swung pendulously with each flex. "Dude, you're so fucking spicy! Come here." Arms entangled, caressing and kneading backs, thighs and buttocks. Lips collided in a scorching blast of desire, releasing an inferno of need. Moans and groans passed back and forth around their wrestling tongues. Penises pushed and probed, pounding and pulsating. The boys' lips parted, and their torsos unsealed, but only long enough for Trevor to reach for Harley's quaking flesh. With a gently grip, Trevor delicately rubbed Harley's shaft with a thumb and three fingers, while his palm burnished the boy's knob, rolling and unrolling the foreskin over it. "Uuuuuuhhh..." Harley shut his eyes falling into the raking fire, but for just a moment. Taking Trevor in hand, he gently stroked his friend's rigid flesh with three fingers around the stalk. Matching Trevor's gentle grip and languid pace, he pulled some of Trevor's shaft skin over the boy's glans, hauling in Trevor's scrotum with each pull. Resting their heads on pillows, the boys smiled blissfully at one another, almost nose-to-nose, nodding wordlessly. As always, Trevor was easily mesmerized by Harley's shimmering, emerald pupils, with their cobalt blue rims. His lips met Harley's again, but rested there for slow and gentle pecks. "I missed this so much...uuuhhhh....and I missed feeling that..." "I missed holding this...and rubbing it...and playing with these..." Trevor shivered and gasped, as Harley rolled his nuts in his free fingers. Yes! Take them! Though trembling, he had the presence of mind to mirror Harley's movements, palming the boy's tight little testicle ball, to give it gentle squeezes. Rubbing and sighing and squeezing and gazing. The boys' were approaching the edge, and could hear it in one another's heavy breathing and mounting moans. "Harley, I want you to come on my face." "Uuuhhh...hold on, Peanut." Harley released Trevor from his clasp, and the boy involuntarily whimpered. "I...don't wanna...yet..." Harley huffed, catching his breath. Trevor heaved and reluctantly complied, letting Harley's love muscle slide from his fingers. "Um, that thing you used when we last SpoogeTimed?" Trevor half-chuckled at their nickname for phone sex, and nodded. "Can you get it?" Trevor grinned, and practically skipped to his closet. His tumescence bounced in the dim light. A moment later, he sat on the bed and unlocked a metal tackle box. Harley looked on in amusement, as Trevor moved aside a couple of familiar things Harley had given him, and snatched a bottle of lube. Next, Trevor removed a tennis ball can, wrapped with decorative mylar and stickers. With a grin, he held the homemade sex toy. "Behold the beauty of El Culo." Harley giggled. "I wanna give it a test ride." "OK, gimme a sec." Trevor got up and started to trot to the bathroom, when Harley interrupted him. "Did you happen to...record our stream?" "Yeah, of course." "I wanna see it from your perspective." Trevor rolled his eyes. The light went on in the bathroom, and Harley heard water surging. A few moments later, the light went out, and Trevor bounded back, stopping at his desk for his laptop. By the time he got back, both boys were only semi-hard. Harley took his own cock in one hand, and Trevor's in the other, and fluffed them up. First, he waggled them, until the blood flowed. Then, he stroked with a full fist. It was rough and goal-oriented, and he got quick results. Trevor had taken those moments to squeeze a good amount of lube into El Culo. He'd lined the tennis ball can with thick sponges, leaving a tight hole in the center. This is where he lubricated his invention, already sopping with hot water. Harley rose up, and Trevor put down a towel on the bed sheet. Trevor parked his laptop on Harley's thighs, and cued up a hidden video file. He hated using a phone for intimacies. As he'd joked in the past, Harley's unit needed a wide screen. Climbing between Harley and the pillows, Trevor moved his friend until the boy's buns nestled against his aching erection, and Harley's back lay against Trevor's slender chest. "You ready, big boy?" "Born ready, Baby." "Push the play button." "I'll push more than that." Trevor giggled, while on screen, a 3-week-earlier manifestation of Harley lay against hotel pillows. The view, from between widely spread thighs, was close and personal. Even in the recording's dim lighting, one could make out the vague outline of a single testicle against the otherwise smooth exterior of Harley's ball sack, while the boy slowly stroked himself. Screen Harley's eyes widened. "What is that thing?" Trevor's recorded voice answered, explaining El Culo, off-camera. Screen Harley grinned, then returned to their phone sex talk. "Babe, I'm gonna suck you so hard. Mmmmm. I'm sucking you so hard...You like that? Yeah? Let's 69." Real world Harley laughed. "So that's what I look like spanking it?" "Dude, you've never recorded yourself?" "Nuh-uh," he muttered. "It's kinda hot? But totally weird, and my voice is so cringey." Harley shut off the laptop's sound. "It's even hotter with this." Dripping wet heat slid down Harley's knob, squeezing it tightly, and furling his foreskin as it moved along the boy's glans. Slowly but surely, Harley slid El Culo down Harley's shaft, and a combination of hot water and lube trickled down in advance of the flesh consuming tube. Harley's cock submerged deeper into the softly porous, pillowy heat. "Uuuuh, that feels...oh so good!" At last, all of Harley's seven inches were buried in El Culo's sopping clasp. Trevor spun it counter clock wise, buffing all of Harley's raging with radial pleasure, then pulled El Culo up, until only the tip remained in the sex toy's dripping maw. Spinning it back and forth on Harley's glans, Trevor made the boy groan and shake. Then, he plunged El Culo down again, and rotated it clockwise again. Trevor carefully twirled and pumped Harley's drive shaft with the pleasure piston, while he feathered the boy's chest with his free hand, and kissed Harley's ear. Closing his eyes, Harley groaned and sighed in Trevor's hands. Harley spread his legs wider, and his thigh muscles flexed. When his breathing grew ragged, and his whole body shivered, Trevor's slow teasing morphed into steady grinding. At the same time, while steadily pumping, he half-twisted one way on the downstroke, and the opposite on the upstroke. Harley's hips reflexively pushed and pulled. In a feedback loop, Trevor ground his half-buried cock between Harley's buns in the same steady pace. Feeling the stiffy rocking ineffectively in his crevice, Harley turned his head to whisper, "Lemme do you, too." Trevor clambered around, sitting between Harley's widely spread knees, with his thighs draped over the other boy's. Head on, their cocks throbbed just inches apart. Harley filled a palm with lube, then slathered it on Trevor's quivering meat. "Mmmmmmmm." "MmmmHmmm." The savory sensation of warm, greasy finger sliding up and down his dripping pole made Trevor shiver. Missing Harley's hand on him for so long, Trevor had almost forgotten the rich sensations. While Harley's left fingers delicately skated up and down Trevor's creamy stem, his right thumb and index finger delicately pinched the upper and lower sides of the redhead's circumcised, strawberry cock head, where they made slow, steady circles. Trevor shivered and groaned, clamping his eyes shut, falling helplessly into the gentle tingles skating up and down his shaft, and the sparkles bursting in his terrible tender nozzle. 
"Does the Little Peanut like that?" "Oh fuck yea, babe. Little Peanut loves that." After a few shivering moments, Trevor sucked in a deep breath, opened his eyes, and concentrated on pleasuring Harley in a maelstrom of tropical heat. El Culo loudly squished and squelched, from Trevor's furious sploshing. Warm effluent slopped all over Harley tightening little ball sack. "Oh fuck, Trev! So guuuuu...ooood! Harley's knob-polishing fingers traveled south, down to Trevor's still naturally smooth sack. Harley gently rolled the boy's lube-glistened nuts in his fingers, then delicately pinched the scrotum skin, and pulled on it. Trevor gasped. In response, Trevor gently squeezed Harley's firm and round little sack with his fingertips, while jackhammering Harley's groin. Harley gripped Trevor more tightly, pounding his fierce fist faster. With a slack jawed smile, he watched Trevor's pink candy dart in and out of his grip like a ground hog. Neither boy could hold out much longer, much less wanted anything but release from the relentlessly itchy buildup. Ribbons of muscle pulled in from Trevor's anus to his contracting ball sack, while the wet friction created a fire storm from his bowels to his tummy. "Gonna cum, babe! Huh! Huh! Oh God I'm gonna cum!" "Me too, Peanut!" The room echoed with a cacophonous slurry of sloshing rhythms and piping moans. Flickering red with firelight, their slender chests heaving, and their abs flexing like armor, Trevor and Harley were panting, and sweat beaded and dribbled from their pits. A sea of flame poured out of Harley's penis in a burst that filled his head with light. Though his whole body contorted, subordinate to his convulsing cock, Harley grit his teeth, remaining utterly silent but for his lungs bellowing with effort. Then, Trevor shrieked. While his scrotum collapsed like a neutron star, its radiating pulse of itchy fire expanded Trevor's four inches of slender, swollen boyhood like a supernova. A hot, shimmering opalescence flared up, and cascaded down on Harley's thigh and hand. Though his own cock flared again and again, Harley was dedicated to their shared ecstasy by milking spurt after glorious spurt from Trevor's retching prong. It was as if he were stroking them both to completion. Gasping and moaning, the boys rode slowly diminishing waves of bliss, and eventually, their pulsating climaxes dwindled. Dizzy and heaving, Trevor fell backward, still holding the toy encasing Harley's cock. The vacuum in El Culo stretched Harley's wilting erection, as it was dragged out with an audible slurp. Harley grunted and tremored, while Trevor barely noticed. The can rolled out of his listless hand, and Trevor's body quaked with small after shocks. "Fuuuuuuuuck..." "No shit, dude." Pushing through a delightful exhaustion, Trevor climbed off the bed. Pulling the bottom of the towel up between Harley's spread legs until it folded over the boy sort of like a diaper, Trevor mopped up lube and semen from Harley, then used it on himself and flung it aside. After tossing another log on the fire, Trevor snuggled under the covers with Harley. The two naked young teens tingled with satisfaction, curled around one another, and traded gentle kisses and caresses. "I missed this so much, Harley." "Me too, dude. It's been like forever." "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Harley's caressing hand slid from Trevor's slender tummy to his groin, and cupped the boy's deflated genitals. He squeezed the warm treasures for emphasis. "More of this, boo." Trevor giggled. "I don't think I can wait that long." + + + + + "But you said school's a `total waste of time,' mijn zoon," Bram DeVries said, with an amused grin that filled his son's phone screen. "That was in Los Feliz, Pa," Harley retorted, exasperated. Harley had always breezed through school, but his neighborhood middle school in Los Angeles had been singularly unchallenging (so much so that his favorite compensation for acting was his set tutors). In contrast, the Nisqually Academy engaged the boy's curiosity and imagination, and the coursework was demanding. Moreover, while the social dynamics of his last school were driven by the entertainment industry, the friends he was making at Nisqually had only a vague curiosity about Harley's film background. "It's just not fair!" Shifting from English to Dutch, Harley complained in vain about pandemic closures, and the travel ban that would keep Bram or his mom from moving up to Washington any time soon. At the same time, Harley's older brother, Jessie wouldn't even finish his senior year of high school, and had no idea when he could start university. In fact, Jessie would be separated from his girlfriend through the lock-down, while Harley had effectively moved into Trevor's room, though Bram didn't dwell on that point. "Ja je hebt gelijk," Harley conceded. It could have been worse. For example, Trevor's father had to quarantine as the only guest at the Dew Drop Inn, out on the Olympic Peninsula, where he'd been trying to wrap up the sale of the family motel to one of its employees. With people taking every precaution against the spread of a deadly virus, who knew how long families would be separated? After chatting with his mom, and then Jessie, Harley ended the call, blowing air out of his puffed cheeks. Leaving the mansion's library, he heard Trevor, Clair and Zoe laughing in the kitchen. The smell of fresh cookies beckoned, while Bram's words echoed in Harley's memory: "It's shitty for everyone. Please be kind to Clair." Trevor smiled at Harley, while chewing a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie. "How's the fam?" "OK, I guess," Harley replied, and gave Trevor an update. Though loving his new life, he missed his family. At 13 and a half years old, it was difficult for even an experienced actor to fake nonchalance about that. Clair ruffled the boy's hair. "Have a cookie, my man. School's out, and I'm giving you guys a couple of days off before we hit the books together." "Math, too?" Trevor grimaced. "Hey, you think algebra's hard for you? I've had to learn a whole new arithmetic to home school Olivia." Trevor's little sister laughed, and reached for another cookie. "So I've got a little more work to do, then it's boys against girls basketball." "Ready to feel the pain, Mom?" "Yeah, sure, buddy. Just be there at 3, Tough Guy." The game did not go as Trevor had expected. Most every day, Clair and Olivia played one-on-one, and Olivia had joined an after school team at the Academy. It didn't help that it was lightly drizzling and cold, while they played in the make-shift driveway court, because Harley hadn't adjusted to the cold northern climate, even in Spring (a.k.a. "mud season"). Also, he got distracted by Trevor's willowy vanilla stems. The pallid sinews between Trevor's baggy basketball shorts and tube socks just made him imagine the rest of the boy naked, on their bedroom floor. Finally, the Andersons all wore super stupid Seattle Sonics and Washington Huskies hoodies, which was so annoying. When the smoke had cleared, the boys lost 10-15. While Clair and Olivia celebrated with elaborate fist-bumps, the boys grumbled, and demanded a rematch. A second game didn't change the outcome, and boys would have to pony up their wagers the following weekend, at Olivia's birthday party. The girl's 11th year celebration was a very condensed event, under a party tent on a side lawn. Only a handful of friends could attend, sitting with parents at separated tables. All the same, Clair was determined to make it silly fun for Olivia. Like her big brother, the girl was a late bloomer, and her imagination mirrored her childish physique. So, the affair was a princess tea party. A couple of her friends had outgrown pink gowns and tiaras, but gamely dressed up for the affair. Less enthusiastically, so had Trevor. But Harley had to hide his infatuation with the idea. Clair had found outfits for them online. The boys wore different shades of tulle and taffeta: emerald to match Harley's eyes, and a different green to compliment Trevor's long, flame red hair. Not letting the pair off the hook, Clair had even put make-up and glitter on them, though she let them wear their sneakers. The guests all thought it hilarious and sweet, while Trevor and Harley daintily poured tea ate fingertip sandwiches, and deliberately lost all the party games. After the last guest left, Olivia hugged Trevor tightly. "You're the best big brother in the world." "She's right," Harley said, as the boys help clear the tables. "No way would Jessie dress up like Princess Ariel for me." Trevor laughed, as he folded chairs. "I dare you to ask him." "The only guy I want to see in a dress is you, dude." Chuckling, with one hand on his hip, Trevor blew him a very girly kiss, then finished folding chairs. Back in Trevor's bedroom, Harley shut the door behind them. "It's a couple of hours 'til dinner, Peanut," Harley remarked, slyly. "Oh yeah? Maybe we could use the time to put away some of the stuff in your room," Trevor replied, smirking. Harley's bags, boxes, clean clothes and dirty laundry were randomly strewn around the room across the hall from Trevor, and Clair had nagged the boys about the mess. The wing originally assigned to the DeVries family had been lonely enough when Bram had returned to L.A., for what the man had thought would be a quick business trip. But when Harley encountered the mansion's resident ghost in the hallway, he moved into the Andersons' wing at light speed. "You could command me to clean my quarters, Your Sexy Majesty. But you'd have to wave the uh, Royal Scepter." Trevor giggled. He didn't share all of Harley's kinky inclinations. But he loved arousing Harley by any means necessary. Since neither boy was remotely effeminate, seeing Harley in princess drag was weirdly alluring. In fact, Trevor was getting very aroused by the thought of smearing Harley's lipstick with his own. "At your service, Your Grace." Harley removed Trevor's tiara, then combed his fingers through the boy's silky, crimson hair. The trademark bowl-cut Trevor's Hollywood manager made him keep reached all the way down his long neck. But with no shoots on the horizon, Trevor planned to let his mane grow wild once more. God he's so cute, Harley thought. Blue eyes with long, rusty lashes, and a pert little nose dusted with freckles graced a soft, gorgeous face. Under the long blond bangs gracing one side of Harley's face, Trevor traced his fingers around the boy's sharp cheekbone, pink with blush, and bedazzled with glitter and a couple of green sequins. Now that all the barbershops were closed, Trevor hoped Harley would grow out the short-cut side. Their lips - ruby red with lipstick - merged in a sticky, rose-scented confluence. After a few gentle pecks, Harley gently nibbled on Trevor's lower lip, pulling on it with his teeth. At the same time, his fingers traced down Trevor's satiny back, to his silky bottom. Through the material, it was impossible to distinguish the boy's even softer skin covering his firm runner's rump. Squeezing the boy's bottom, he released Trevor's lip from his teeth, and shared his friend's breath through their parted mouths. Trevor sighed, and filled his hands with Harley's gossamer clad bottom. Kissing more deeply, the boys' tongues met to dance in foamy waves of passion. Trading squeezes, Trevor and Harley pulled their groins together. By then, their pubescent rockets were fueled and ready to launch, thumping together through layers of slippery fabric. Harley dragged his lips to Trevor's ear, leaving a red slug trail along the way. "Is Princess Peanut ready to disrobe?" Trevor's laugh was submerged in desire. "S'il vous plaît," Trevor replied with a terrible French accent. Harley's fingers left Trevor's rump, and found the back zipper. Sliding it down, he explored Trevor's exposed skin for a moment, then gracefully slid the shoulders down, over Trevor's long, lean arms. The gown fell to Trevor's feet, and Harley stepped back to admire his friend. Trevor clomped out of the dress, tripping on the way out. But that did little to diminish his ethereal form. His skin was like vanilla icing, and Trevor's nipples were small and pink, like flat little gumdrops. His flaming hair matched the crimson panties and crimson-and-black-striped knee stockings Harley had found for him. Trevor's moist, circumcised head peeked out of the waistband like an unseeing periscope. The pink frenulum seemed to merge with the lace, and Harley practically drooled. After Clair had dressed the young teens and left Trevor's room, Harley insisted on swapping out Trevor's boy undies for lingerie he'd ordered days before. Disappearing while Trevor had replaced his tube socks and trunks for stockings and panties, presumably to get dolled-up himself, Harley's hadn't seen his boyfriend repackaged until that moment. And the look on his face made it all worthwhile for Trevor. "Your turn, dude," Trevor murmured in a low tone, while suggestively dragging a finger up and down his lace-locked love muscle. Harley grinned, and removed his tiara. Reaching behind, he could barely reach his own zipper, but managed to peel his gown open. Very slowly, he teased Trevor with millimeter after millimeter of skin, until, at last, his emerald gown lay heaped to one side. Clad in high tops, Harley's lean muscles flowed out of tightly binding, shimmering green panties, and into green-and-black-striped knee stockings. Smooth and satiny, his panties were a lilliputian tent, barely restraining the thick meat stretching the waistband with pounding pulsations. The upper half of Harley's uncut boyhood pierced out of his sheer undies with bold bravado, demanding to be worshipped. Entranced, Trevor threw himself down at the altar. Kneeling before the fleshy totem, Trevor took communion from the skin mitre. Kissing slowly along the uncut organ, he made his way down the steaming, obscenely hard flesh, to the pantie-punishing lower length. It was warm and glossy against Trevor's lips. Turning his head sideways, he pursed his lips on either side of the diamond hard, satin-wrapped stalk. He sucked and licked, and licked and sucked, from the straining waistband, to Harley's silk coated root and back, until Harley's loud moans broke the redhead from his trance. Trevor made his way further south, finding Harley's small ball sack nestled in their tight packaging. Wrapping his lips around the glossy basket, he sucked deep sighs out of Harley, then teased him by darting his tongue-tip under the binding leg band. Dragging his tongue tip around the soft contours, he created a scrotum silhouette in saliva and lipstick. Trevor dragged his tongue all the way back to Harley's tip. Giving the quivering nozzle a brief kiss, Trevor painted down one side of Harley's length with his tongue, then up the other side. Back and forth, he washed every contour of Harley's turgid wrapped torpedo until the visible half glistened, and everything else could be clearly seen through the drenched, red-smeared undies. "Ohhhhh fuck, Trev!" The redhead grinned, and gently stroked Harley's staff with a thumb and forefinger, while kissing the blond's helmet. Very delicately, he slid his tongue tip under Harley's foreskin, tasting a vague sweetness, while making the boy quiver. Trevor twirled his tongue around Harley's spongey head, furling up the foreskin back. Trevor leaned away for a moment, to admire the angry red gem, dripping with his saliva, then sealed his lips around it. Rolling his tongue around Harley's knob, Trevor sucked and swallowed his own copious saliva, massaging and pulling on the boy's tenderness with his cheeks and tongue. Harley groaned and clenched fistfuls of luminous red hair, holding on for dear life. Still rubbing his friend lightly and slowly with his fingertips, Trevor bobbed his head down a couple of inches and back at the same leisurely pace. After peeling the front of Harley's panties down, and hooking the waistband under the Harley's ball sack, Trevor continued his steady, patient stroking, and engulfed the mouth-watering feast again. Twisting his head from right to left on the way down, he corkscrewed the other direction on the way back. At the same time, Trevor greatly pulled on Harley's smooth, round ball sack with one hand, while caressing the boy's bottom with the other. The lower quarter moons of his buns were escaping from Harley's snug little panties, and Trevor feathered the bare skin, before tickling into the cloth-covered cavity in between. As his head moved up and down, he quickly engulfed Harley further, working the boy with cheeks and tongue, until Harley's helmet was at the back of Trevor's mouth. He'd been practicing with cucumbers and bananas, and knew he could finally get Harley into his throat. "Holy shit, Trev!" Harley watched in awe as Trevor's lips narrowed the gap, and he felt a strange, new compression on his sensitive, swollen boyhood. It was tight, wet, and firmer, and then it crushed on him, while Trevor swallowed. At last, Trevor's lips touched down on Harley's hairless base, and the redhead rested for a moment, before massaging Harley with his mouth and tonsils. "Sss-sss-top, Trev! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!" With a languid, slurping sound, Trevor disgorged the boy's cock. He was a little hoarse when asking Harley why he didn't just shoot his load. "Let's come together, dude!" Watching Trevor climax made Harley's orgasms all the more intense, and sharing the moment was like closing a circuit of electricity between them. Trevor smiled up at Harley, then sorted the boy's panties back in order. Kissing Harley's cock one last time, he rose to his feet, and nuzzled into Harley's face. "You fucking romantic," Trevor whispered. "What d'ya wanna do?" Instead of answering, Harley kissed Trevor deeply, plunging his tongue into the boy's sweet little mouth, while rubbing Trevor's lace-lashed limb with the flat of his hand. Trevor sucked on Harley's tongue, fellating it a few times, before pushing back with his own tongue. Harley ended the kiss, and taking Trevor's hand, guided the boy back toward the bed. Harley peeled back the covers, then reached under the bed, to one of the clean, folded sex towels Trevor had started to keep there. After Harley spread it out, Trevor sat on it, and reached down to untie one of his sneakers Glancing coyly up at Harley, Trevor asked his friend to be gentle with his ass. "I left my butt plugs back in L.A.," Trevor explained. While Harley had been working on a show in Canada, Trevor had been living in Harley's room in Los Angeles, working as the main supporting actor in a film. So, the anal stretchers Harley had given Trevor were hidden in Harley's closet in L.A. Both boys hoped it wouldn't be Harley's mom who'd pack up Harley's possessions, and stumble across her son's extensive collection of sex toys. But at the moment, that was a lesser concern. It had been months since he'd properly dilated his anus. That being the case, Harley was too aroused and too impatient to spend an hour easing his way into Trevor's tight little hole. "No worries, babe. We don't have to fuck." Not waiting for Trevor to finish untying his first shoe, Harley pushed the redhead back onto the mattress, and spread the boy's legs widely. Biting his smiling lower lip, and raising and eyebrow, Trevor knew what Harley hungered for. Harley loved humping Trevor, and even more so in ridiculously sheer underwear. Reaching into Trevor's nightstand, he pulled out the half-empty bottle of lubricant, and poured a generous amount on Trevor's groin. Then, he squirted more into his own tight undies, almost emptying the bottle. Trevor giggled. They were now both soaked in greasy slickness. Harley rested his top half on his forearms, folded under Trevor's shoulder blades, while his knees pressed against the mattress, and his feet remained on the carpet. Warm skin pressed against warm skin, and with youthful desperation, their quaking cocks drummed together through teasing curtains of tight fabric. The boys stared into one another's eyes, and shared their desires through the union of their lips. When they parted, Trevor looked up at Harley questioningly; vulnerably; needfully. Harley nodded back, and gently ground his achingly hard pubescence up along Trevor's smaller length, and then back. The steady, delicate grinding pushed and pulled Trevor's lacy underwear against his impossibly hard, tremulant rod. If it hadn't been sopping with slippery lube, the fabric's gentle friction would have sent him over the edge in moments. As it was, he sighed from the itchy tingles rolling up and back, like steady tropical waves lapping onto a hot, equatorial peninsula. Harley grit his teeth. Trevor looked so beautiful with his red hair splayed around like a halo of fire. A down-to-earth punk rock boy from Washington's coast, Trevor in panties was so incongruous, and yet so sexy. He never laughed at Harley's exotic ideas, but was eager to dive in. More importantly at the moment, Trevor was granite-hard, and Harley pumped vigorously into the boy he loved. Leveraging his weight with his feet, Trevor started thrusting back, ramming his rod into Harley's. Bone beat against bone savagely, threatening to rip through the dainty barriers. "Fuck me with that fucking monster, Harley! FUCK MY DICK!" "I'm gonna fuck your fucking dick so hard, Peanut. God you're hot in your little girl panties!" The boys grunted and thrust faster, and their breathing grew ragged with determination. A sloppy rhythmic cadence splashed out from between them, like wet mops slapping on a concrete floor. Soon enough, their pumping flesh peeled their panties down, and their cocks rubbed all over each other, and also side-by-side. "Wait..a...s-sec, baby!" Trevor reached between them, and secured their waistbands beneath their balls. Harley raised his torso up from Trevor's while the redhead held their cocks together with both hands. Even through the lube's slight cherry perfume, Trevor could detect notes of his own pre-cum. "I'm so fucking close, Harley." "Me, too, Peanut. Hang on tight, dude!" Repositioning his feet, Harley thrust harder, plowing like a war machine. Cock against cock, their rubbery wet skin slid back and forth. Slippery itchy tingles raced up and down their rigid boy poles, in a plasma of prickly delight. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" They were so hard in Trevor's hand, fused into a single pounding merger of love and desire. Yet Harley's slab was almost twice as big, and Trevor felt the boy's knob scooping almost all the way out of his grip, before surging back in, washing across Trevor's smaller helmet. Back and forth, pumping, pumping, PUMPING!! Trevor could feel his climax building in his bowels. Filling the fingers of one hand with Harley's firm buns, Trevor pulled the boy into him, at the same time pumping savagely up into Harley. "GONNA...COME, HARLEY!" "Mmuh-ME TOO!" Harley's pantie waistband bit into his taint, closing the channel from his prostate to his penis. But it was a weak dam at best, and when ribbons of tissue crumpled, pulling in his balls, Harley's load burst through explosively. His cock flared like a welding torch, while his immature groin labored to eject a few drops of clear boy syrup. And then it detonated again and again, drily. At the same time, he shook silently. Trevor had been fighting his own climax, almost doing a pee pee dance to hold it back. But with his boyfriend's cock hammering into his own prick, and seeing the tell-tale signs of Harley's climax wash across the boy's face, Trevor hurled himself into the storm. His naturally hairless scrotum tightened, and his prostate strained heroically, painfully pushing his load through the barrier created by the tightly constricting panties bunched under his nuts. Bucking upward violently into Harley, Trevor shrieked, and burning, itching lava exploded out of his pubescent volcano. Slightly milky seed spattered up Harley's tummy, and smeared all over Trevor's. A second, smaller, but equally furious volley burst out of Trevor's tender little nozzle, wetting the boys. Trevor squealed while his cock vomited all it could, then retched drily several times. At last, Harley's hips ground to a halt, and Trevor's soon followed. With his sweat-dampened face buried in Trevor's flaming plumage Harley hugged Trevor tightly, and his body shuddered with after shocks. With tattered gasps, Trevor trembled, slowly clearing the stars from his eyes, and he became aware of Harley's warm, reassuring weight on him. His ears no longer pounded with his own crashing pulse, but were filled with Harley's breath, and then, quiet, ambient music. He gently caressed Harley's round, muscular butt cheeks, sliding his two middle fingers under the boy's leg elastics. Such soft, smooth skin. "That was fucking intense, Peanut." "No shit. Good and messy." "Wanna take a bath?" "Only if I can take off my shoes and socks, first." "You gonna keep your undies on?" Harley emphasized the point by flexing his still engorged bone into Trevor's wilting loins. "There's not enough soap to wash your dirty mind, Harley. But I'm gonna get that thing squeaky clean." = = = = = = = To be concluded... Related story: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-road-trip