Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2023 19:08:57 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: The Night Clerk | Part 8 | Conclusion CONCLUSION A chance encounter on Washington's Olympic Peninsula drew two young teens together, and their relationship changed both their lives, and bonded two very different families together. Though a pandemic is sweeping across the globe, Trevor and Harley build their own world together. + + ONE MONTH INTO LOCKDOWN + + "That's it, Trev. The F-sharp totally stings it!" Almost 14-year-old Harley De Vries's voice piped in the register of a much younger boy, and the slightly built, though very athletic blond turned away from the edit screen to bump knuckles with his best friend. "I didn't think it'd work, Harley, but fuck. It's dope!" Trevor Anderson grinned at Harley, then used both hands to pull his long, flame red-hair away from his elfin, almost feminine face. Like Harley, Trevor was a late bloomer, and at 15, was frequently cast as an 11-12 year old boy in ads, movies and series. To deliberately accentuate that illusion, Trevor's business manager insisted the boy keep his hair cut into a childish bowl cut that reached his collar. He'd rather have kept his hair in the shoulder-length rock-and-roll mess he'd had almost a year before, when a chance encounter with the De Vries family had pulled him from obscurity and into advertising and the film industry. But Trevor already knew that few child acting careers survived puberty, and boys like Harley and he were working on borrowed time. He was happy to do whatever it took to get the work, already earning enough to cover 2 years of art school. Then, the pandemic struck. The industry went on hiatus, and families around the globe sheltered in isolation. Harley's family had to stay in Los Angeles, delaying their relocation to the Anderson family's mountain retreat. Trevor's dad was stuck on the Olympic Peninsula, just as he was about to sell the family's motel to employees. And with schools closed for the rest of the academic year, Trevor's mom was homeschooling the kids. Needless to say, Harley and Trevor had grown bored. They craved to hang out with friends, and they missed making things. And thus was born Manic Brunch Productions, their creative outlet. Their latest endeavor was "Lord of the McFlies," a mashup of "Lord of the Flies," and "Back to the Future," featuring Trevor as a marooned, time-traveling Ricky Martin McFly. Like a lot of their videos and podcasts, "McFlies" was light on coherency, and heavy on music, weird animation and gags. They'd needed several outdoor takes in a late winter mix of snow and rain to get the footage they now labored over, and Trevor was only beginning to warm up from the morning's ordeal. But the work paid off. On screen, Trevor raced toward the camera on Pepper, his time-traveling donkey (in place of a Delorean). Using edit tools, Harley sped up the animal's ambling pace to jittery rocket speed. Just as Trevor filled the screen, hidden monofilament ripped off the boy's specially rigged jeans and checkered shirt, leaving Trevor in only down vest and white briefs. Serendipity struck, and at the same time, Pepper happened to release a plume of donkey pies fanning across the sky behind. "OK, so let's get some flame effects going," Harley said, launching another post-production app. But just then, Trevor's phone chimed with a weather advisory. The storm had taken a turn for the worse. "Dude, we gotta get Pepper and the horses in the barn." Harley frowned, but nodded agreement. "We gotta break down the gear, too." Earlier, they'd thought the storm had ended, and the boys had left left a lot of equipment in danger of getting blown away if they didn't act quickly. Still dressed in foul weather gear, Harley merely needed to pull on his boots and parka. Trevor, however, was still covered in nothing but a bathrobe and the last pair of tighty whities the boys had bought for the shoot. Trevor thought white briefs were funnier than the skin tight trunks he normally wore; they couldn't be mistaken for anything but boy's underwear. Harley, on the other hand, thought they made Trevor look unaccountably sexy. The crisp, bright cotton was even paler than Trevor's creamy skin, while an unbranded black waistband bridged Trevor's slender hips, and black piping on the fly rounded a scrumptious lump Harley longed nuzzle. Also, the soft snug cotton accentuated the boy's small round rump scrumptiously. Unconsciously, Harley licked his lips, and Trevor giggled. "Not now, perv-o." Trevor pulled on grey sweat pants, white sox and a black hoodie, then his boots and parka. Outside, winds whipped a heavy mix of snow and rain in torrents. The boys trudged out of the lodge, and down a mud frothed forest road, to the lodge's old barn. Whenever the lockdown would end, the 100-year-old structure would be converted into a house for the De Vries family, and the Andersons would build a smaller, more efficient barn for the 5 old resident equine hay-burners. Even so, the drafty old structure stood resolutely against the elements, with few leaks. While Harley started collapsing lighting equipment and spare props under a pop-up shelter, Trevor lead each of the four ancient horses, as well as Pepper, into their barn stalls. By the time they were finished sorting things out, Trevor was shivering, and his lower half was soaked. In his water-proof layers, Harley was dry, but trembled from the cold, as well. Stomping their half-frozen feet, the boys retreated to the tack room. Trevor stripped off his parka, boots, soggy sweatpants and drenched undies, and hung everything to dry near the old wood stove. His teeth chattering, Trevor dove under a blanket on the well-worn couch in just his socks and hoodie. At the same time, Harley added fuel to the wood stove fire, then draped his jacket and rain pants by Trevor's things. In nothing but his socks, Pendleton and snug and sexy grey underpants, Harley snuggled with Trevor under the wool blanket. Naked from his sweatshirt to his socks, Trevor's body was damp and cold, and Harley vigorously rubbed the boy's calves and feet. "Is that helping, Peanut?" Privately, Harley often used the nick-name Trevor's parents had given their son as an infant. "S-s-sorta...B-b-but the Ssscouts s-s-say...you sh-sh-sh-should sh-sh-share b-b-body heat," Trevor stuttered with a shivery, yet breathy tone. Biting his lower lip mischievously, Trevor traced his fingers all over Harley's chest, though the boy's soft shirt, then slowly unbuttoned the Pendleton. Harley chuckled, and readjusted the blanket over both of their shoulders. In the process, he gazed at Trevor's creamy runner's legs, dusted with ruby sprinkles. "You're straight fire, dude," Harley whispered. "You're pretty fine yourself, Mister." When Trevor's cold legs entwined with his own, and the redhead's fingers feathered Harley's bare skin, the blond involuntarily recoiled, then self-consciously chuckled. Trevor quickly warmed both hands by caressing Harley's lean, smooth chest and broad shoulders. At the same time, he cocked up one knee invitingly, resting his foot on the couch. Almost immediately Harley's fingers fluted back and forth on the inside of Trevor's thigh. "Mmmmmm...." Harley's hand glided all the way up Trevor's firm and slender thigh, and gently cupped Trevor's damp, cold-compressed junk. First kissing the boy's cheek, Harley dragged his lips to Trevor's ear and nibbled on the lobe, and there was a torpid stirring against his palm, like a little mouse shaking off hibernation. Trevor winced. His penis always stung, whenever painfully uncoiling from a densely cold-compacted nut bundle. At least now it wasn't struggling through a meager mesh of pubic hair, cruelly flossing his circumcised head like a cheese grater. Depilation for the win, Trevor thought. Maybe I'll keep waxing `em off. Harley dragged his finger along Trevor's titanium tool for a moment, while the redhead sheared the Pendleton off Harley, leaving the blond in just his undies and socks. Leaning back in, Trevor planted several gentle pecks on Harley's rosy lips. Then, he lingered on touchdown, and Harley returned several smacks of his own. The tender little kisses compounded into an avalanche of passion rolling back and forth between the boys. Rotating their heads to 45 degrees, with their widely parted lips venting steam like undersea volcanoes, their tongues played in one another's mouths like happy seals in frothy coves. Harley continued resuscitating Trevor's still naturally hairless scrotum with gentle squeezes, slowly drawing it out of hiding. At the same time Trevor's cock demanded attention, lurching against Harley's wrist, and the blond complied with his other fingertips. Their wet moans called back and forth, echoing in their combined maw, and their breathing grew tattered. No longer shaking from the cold, but quivering with desire, the boys drew apart and basked in the pleasure rippling across one another's faces. Though mesmerized by Harley's liquid eyes - disks of emerald green rimmed with cobalt - Trevor's awestruck gaze suddenly shattered, his lids cinching tight, while Harley lightly caressed the redhead's circumcised head with a thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, Harley lightly caressed the space between Trevor's scrotum and his anus with his fingertips, then pressed into the boy's tender taint and the prostate lurking beneath. Trevor's whole body quaked, as bolts of pleasure curled his toes. At the same time Harley was so aroused by the Trevor's obvious bliss, his diamond hardness stretched his snug little briefs with his heartbeat. Eyes fluttering open, Trevor gazed down in awe at the elastic door prying open and closed. It was a purplish heather, darker than the soft, skin-tight coating of grey wrapping Harley's groin and bum, and it flashed quick hints of Harley's hardness with the boy's heartbeat. Trevor craved to reach in and pull out the blood-engorged hose, and drain the very world from it. Instead, Trevor took his time, and staged a magical finger ballet across Harley's leanly upholstered chest. Trevor sealed his lips around one nipple, sucking on it delicately. An exquisitely hard candy, it was lightly salty on his tongue tip, and Trevor flicked it with his tongue, then twirled around it. At the same time, Trevor's combed the long side of Harley's asymmetrical hair cut with one hand, while his other hand glided from the boy's hip to his buns and back. Harley's slender, athletic bum felt like a pair of rubber coated cannon balls, in a soft, satiny wrapper. Still, Harley's briefs-bound boy bone beckoned, and Trevor could barely keep his fingers away from the prize. Inches away from Trevor's hand, it was an almost irresistibly magnetic force, and seemed to radiate heat like a nuclear rod. Harley's hand slid up the warm skin of Trevor's pounding pole. It was so soft to his feathering touch, and yet so hard underneath, and Harley slowly scratched at the underside with his fingernails. Then, he rubbed the drooling knob with lifeline of his palm. Trevor groaned, and his fingers flew to the 8th grader's alarmingly large cock. Seven inches of thick boy meat stretched its silky restraints diagonally, almost to his hip, and Trevor's finger feathered from the root to tip, and back. He could feel every delightful detail of Harley's pounding prong through his snug and skimpy undies, and caressed its length with a slow and steady pace through those almost electrically conductive briefs. Trevor abandoned Harley's nipples, to give his friend a long, deep kiss. His tongue met Harley's in a ballet of desire. Their heads rotated with mounting passion, communicating their love with sighs and moans. Harley clasping Trevor's 4.5 or so inches of granite hardness with his thumb and two fingers, and polished it like a loaded weapon, careful not to let it discharge prematurely. With fapping friction running up and down his pleasure pole, Trevor moaned in Harley's mouth, then kissed the boy harder. At the same Trevor slid his hand into Harley's undies, and wrapped his fist around the boy's barely pubescent, yet man-sized shaft. With his thumb, he rubbed circles around the underside of Harley's uncut knob, dragging the foreskin with it. Pulling his lips away from Harley's, Trevor marveled at the surging waves of pleasure spreading across his best friend's face. The corners of Harley's open mouth pulled upward in a smile, while his jaw rose and lowered with his every slack-jawed breath, and his head slowly bobbed, as if to say "Yeeeeeah, dude." Harley started rubbing Trevor's boyhood with a faster pace and a firmer grip, milking a stream of clear pre-cum from the nozzle. "Damn. You're so beautiful, Trev." "You're the hottie, dude....oooooh!n Shit! That feels so good!" Trevor's hand was cramped in Harley's skin-tight undies, and so he pulled the shaft up and out of the slippery, snug material, letting the gray elastic bite into his smoothly hairless base. Holding him firmly amidship, Trevor rubbed circles on the underside Harley's helmet with this thumb for a moment, then flayed open the purple gem hidden within. With Harley's waistband as a starting line, Trevor's fist raced up the fleshy stretch and back, with his thumb tormenting the underside of Harley's knob on each upstroke. Harley's breath grew fast and shallow, and he was falling into a sea of bliss. At the same time, he desperately desired to see Trevor squeal and spray. Shaking his head clear and concentrating, he used the Trevor's own copious nectar to skate his fingertips around the circumcised helmet. At the same time, he continued fondling the boy's scrotum. While it had re-inflated with warmth, it was now contracting with desire. Harley's fingertips flayed the boy's tender glans with exquisite tingles. Trevor's hips rocked, pushing and pulling his pounding flesh through Harley's teasing clasp. Trevor needed more friction, up and down all his quaking stalk, and begged his best friend to whip it good. Raggedly panting, Harley huffed into Trevor's ear. "I'm gonna blow your load into next Tuesday!" "Do it NOW, dude!" Wrapping Trevor's length in his hot hand like steamy tripe in a tight tortilla, Harley pumped the boy's trembling tumescence fast and hard. His fist flew up and down Trevor's length, over the boy's tender tip, and back down to the base. The slapping impact of his hammering downstrokes was drowned out by the ruffling blanket and the boy's piping sighs. "Uh! Uh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Yesssss!" His eyes clamped shut again, and wilting from the fiery tingles bursting in his cock, Trevor's hand languidly lingered around Harley's quaking prong. Barely rubbing it, he squeezed its reassuring hardness. He loved its blood-engorged textures, sensations that could have sent him over the edge by themselves. But then, wet heat flowed around his glans like lava, making Trevor squeal. Still furiously polishing Trevor's shaft with his hand, Harley had sealed his lips around his friend's knob, and he scrubbed the underside with his tongue tip, swallowing an oozing creek of sweet boy sap. His free hand slid up Trevor's tummy, to the boy's slender chest, where he tweaked one of the the redhead's hard little nipples. When he playfully clamped harder, Harley pinched more than another squeal out of the boy. The sparkling tingles in his cock ignited a powder keg in Trevor's nuts, and he bucked his hips, ramming his boy meat further into Harley's mouth. In a pulse of raw pleasure, Trevor's pastry gun exploded with a rich stream of yeasty goo. Trevor shuddered and wailed, while everything from his ass to tummy compressed, squeezing out a second serving of his adolescent icing, and then six more, which Harley eagerly swallowed. With Trevor's pulsations fading, Harley wrung out every last droplet, relishing the lingering succulence. Still securing the redhead's circumcised helmet with his lips, Harley's stroked the boy ever more slowly, then finally stopped. Just as Trevor loved Harley's hardness pounding in his fingers, Harley treasured Trevor softening in his mouth. When it had deflated to its 3 inch resting state, Harley delicately released Trevor's spent, soaked flesh. Trevor sighed and shivered. "Fucking killer, dude." He still clutched Harley's engorged boyhood like subway straphanger holding onto a handgrip. It was gloriously hard, like furnace-forged steel. Rolling his thigh over Harley's, Trevor caressed the boy's long neck with his free hand, and kissed Harley's ear. Trevor released Harley's throbbing weapon, and slid his fingers further into the boy's tight, stretchy undies. Finding Harley's, tight, round, still naturally hairless scrotum, Trevor cupped it, and savored its sticky, smooth surface. Over the last couple of months, it had started detaching from Harley's cock. But the boy was so hard, his little nutsack was now pulled back against his thick base. Caressing Harley's cheek with his free hand, Trevor kissed his best friend lightly. Harley's lips parted, and the boys shared their breath. Like an eel, Trevor's tongue glided into the boy's wet grotto. He could taste his own semen on Harley's tongue, making his own torpid tool tingle. Harley needed to cum so badly, and he moaned into Trevor's mouth, while his hips started rocking. His steamy spout left a slight snail trail from Trevor's wrist to his forearm. Trevor took the hint, and he slid his fingers up from Harley's tightening sack, to the boy's uncut head. Holding Harley's flesh with a thumb and three fingers in parallel on three sides of Harley's erection, he slowly pushed down, skinning back the boy's knob. When his palm touched down on the Harley's tender glans, he pulled back, rolling the boy's foreskin back in place. Up and down, Trevor polished Harley's sensitive cap with its own hood at a steady pace, while kissing the boy more deeply. Harley groaned and returned Trevor's kisses aggressively, twirling his tongue around the other boy's, then sucking on Trevor's lips. His cock flared with itchy tingles, and his body was on fire. And so he whimpered when Trevor's hand left him. Trevor had stopped to pull the front of the Harley's waistband below his nuts. Spreading Harley's legs with his knee, and sliding under the blanket, Trevor knelt on the floorboards. Briefly kissing Harley's firm abs in the blanket's twilight, Trevor clasped the boy's throbbing club by the shaft . Sitting on his heals, Trevor churned Harley's butter slowly and steadily, while tickling the boy's tight little ballsack in his other fingertips. Trevor smiled at the one-eyed monster peaking at him through the porthole of skin irising open and closed with the steady pounding. Leaning down, Trevor kissed the tip, then slid his tongue tip under the foreskin. Circumscribing the sensitive, spongey stone, Trevor furled up its flesh cape, and he took his time, languidly licking around the the sweet morsel. At the same time, Trevor rolled the boy's little grapes in their tight round bag, then then alternately pinched the skin, pulling on it. "Uuuuuuuh! So good, dude!" Trevor's hot, soggy tongue almost melted Harley's tender crown like a pat of butter. The soft, wet, tingly tickle massage steam-rolled Harley's need for release, yet quite never pushed him over the edge. But just then, a middle finger tickled at his back door, and Harley's hips bucked. "Please! Suck it, baby!" Trevor was just as eager. Sealing his lips around Harley's voluminous knob, Trevor sucked and licked on it like a starving, newborn calf. He craved more of the traces of immature sweetness seeping from Harley, and he milked all of the boy's shaft with violent, needful pounding. And yet for all the furious licking and fapping, Trevor pumped out a torrent of moans, but only hints of boy juice. "Uuuuhhh! Yessss!!" Slobbering all over Harley's tasty jawbreaker, Trevor rotated his head head to and fro, swirling his tongue with soft, hot, wet abrasions around the boy's pounding desire. Oh, shit, it was so good. He coveted Harley's seed as much as Harley needed to release the kraken in his loins. "Oh! Don't stop!!" In the twilight under the blanket, with his wet mane cascading all over Harley's pubescent body, Trevor spied the boy's firm oval of ab muscles flexing and relaxing in time with the boy's accelerating breathing. While squeezing Harley's nuts with his palm, he twirled his middle finger around Harley's anus. Harley's hips throttled, pumping his cock deep into Trevor's mouth, then pulling almost all the way out, and back again. Harley filled his fingers with Trevor's damp mane, clutching the boy's head for dear life. Harley was losing himself in the thrilling sensation of Trevor's tongue and cheeks undulating around him. Then, Trevor's finger sailed into his love canal, and Harley gasped. Trevor's finger touched down, gently rubbing Harley's button, and the aching pressure released an arc of pleasure, like electricity from a Van de Graaff generator, to Harley's lightning rod. The stroking friction on his shaft amplified the charge surging toward Trevor's hot, wet mouth. Trevor held his breath, and Harley's knob pulsed against Trevor's lips and tongue, and a tiny, watery splash of sweet salty boy juice spurted against the back of his sucking mouth. Furiously scrubbing the boy's shaft, Trevor sucked harder, and pulled a second wet detonation from Harley's meat cannon. Harley shivered and shook, his head throttling back and forth, silently shuddering and sighing. From head to toe, Harley's muscles clenched and relaxed. His winter-pale, hairless body was a field of smooth ice shattering and reforming, with the cadence of his calamitous pulsations. And despite all that the violence, his cock soon wretch drily. Still sucking Harley through his dying climax, Trevor bobbed up and down more slowly, while his impaling finger stilled. Finally, with a groan, Harley collapsed, his hips melting back into the couch, while he hugged Trevor's head lightly. Delicately sliding his finger from Harley's bum, Trevor delicately tucked the boy's softening member back into his underpants, while the blond shuddered with gentle after quakes. "Holy shit, Peanut. That was...savage. Like, my toes are numb." "It was fucking lit, dude. I could feel your whole body flexing," Trevor murmured, slowly kissing his way up Harley's firm abdominal muscles. "I the way you cum so hard," he whispered, gently squeezing Harley's softening genitals through his briefs. "I really love you." "I love you more." Trevor was about to argue the poin, when his phone chimed with bars from Kacy Musgrave's "Mother." Harley rolled his eyes at the sentimental song, while Trevor flopped over to reach for his phone. "Hi Mom....Yeah...Still at the barn. Shoot went OK...Yeah...Yep...OK..." After grudgingly whispering "I love you, too," through two cupped hands, Trevor sighed. "Dinner's at 6," Trevor explained, curling around Harley. Combing the long side of the blond's asymmetrical haircut out of the way, he gave Harley a long, enduring kiss. "We oughta hit the trail," he added, with a fake cowpoke drawl. "Well let's get a move on, pard'," Harley replied, with a chuckle. + + THREE MONTHS INTO LOCKDOWN + + "Mom!" Trevor cried out, whipping his towel around his waist. "Sorry, kiddo!" Claire replied, quickly turning away with a stack of folded sheets and towels. When Trevor had turned 12, he was tasked with doing his own laundry. But unless nudged with fresh bedding and bath ware, he'd let things lie longer than his mother liked. Some things never changed. But since last Spring, he'd grown modest around his family, and Claire suspected puberty had finally come a calling. At 15, that was probably for the best. "I thought you guys were down in the studio," Claire remarked, studying Trevor's book shelf. She'd have to teach her son to dust more frequently. "Well, we weren't. I was taking a shower. You can turn around, now." In a pair of snug red underpants, with his towel turbaned around his head, the slender, freckled boy rummaged around for a pair of black slacks. "I can't wait 'til Dad gets here," Trevor mused, while getting dressed. "He always knocks first, you know," he added to vex his mother, who didn't take the bait. "Just another day, Peanut," Claire replied, while emphatically slapping the clean laundry onto Trevor's bed. "Do you boys know where you're having dinner?" Saturday night had become Date Night for Trevor and Harley. Through uncomfortable Zoom chats with his dad, Trevor knew his parents didn't want the boys banging it out all the time. One reason was that it set a "bad example" for Trevor's little sister, Zoe. An obviously sexist fear was that Zoe would someday have boys moving in, and girls couldn't do that. Another reason - a much more rational one - was something Trevor's dad had told him: the more you do it, the more it becomes routine. Given that the boys lived across the hall from one another, they'd been tempted to test that theory with the scientific method. But deep down, they knew it was true. When they went for a few days without touching one another, the gentlest caress was like an electric shock. Once a week was too high a bar for hormone addled teens, but at least they tried. "We're gonna go to the gazebo," Trevor replied, buttoning an emerald shirt that contrasted enchantingly with his shoulder-length, flame-red hair. With no jobs coming up, and the barbers closed, Trevor was happy to leave the bowl cut behind, though his mom would have been happy to trim his mane. But even Harley politely demurred her offers, and she didn't know if the boy didn't trust her skills, or if it was Trevor's skate-kid influence. It didn't matter that a handful of restaurants were within biking distance: they were all shut down for the pandemic. "Dining out" meant finding someplace where they could be alone, often in the library. Yet it had been a warm week in the mountains, and the boys planned to grill fake meat burgers, and eat outdoors. "OK. I'll help set things up." "Thanks, Mom. You're the best." Clair returned the boy's fierce hug. At least he wasn't shy about the important things. The sun was still above the cloudless horizon when Harley arrived at the gazebo in the forest. The charcoal grill was aflame, and the slight scent of lighter fluid tickled Harley's nose. Trevor smiled at him, taking in Harley's dark twill trousers, long-sleeved aquamarine polo shirt, and neatly coiffed hair. His boots and blue fleece were the only casual things he wore that night, and both were spattered with mud. But that only enhanced the image of an 8th grade stud, the kind girls swooned over, and boys wanted to emulate, or fuck. "You look delicious." "I am delicious, Trev," Harley replied, with a giggle. "You want a taste?" "Mmmm-hmmmm." Wrapping his hands around Harley's waist, Trevor gazed at his boyfriend. He was always mesmerized by the Harley's blue-rimmed, green eyes. Trevor was still staring into them as his lips met Harley's, and then his lids closed in rapture. Harley was rubbing Trevor's shoulder blades through the boy's black fleece, while he dealt his best friend a few light kisses. Landing with insistence one last time, Harley's lips opened, and his tongue slithered into Trevor's. The boys held onto one another a little more tightly, while their tongues danced and wrestled. At the same time, their cocks filled, pounding against one another through their trousers. Planning for a special night together, the boys hadn't so much as touched themselves in days, and their nerves prickled and danced. While Harley wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and suck Trevor's bone dry then and there, the redhead was more sober, reluctantly pulling away. "We've got all night, dude." Harley groaned, but agreed, and sat on a bench, while Trevor started grilling. Music spilled out of a portable speaker, and Harley spotted Trevor's guitar nearby. Harley pulled it out of its case, and absently strummed along, while the boys chatted about ideas for stories and songs. For a couple of hours, they laughed and noshed, and talked about everything and nothing. When they grew quiet, they relished one another in silence. They were such close friends, and so deeply in love that they didn't need words. And during those moments, they contentedly caressed one another. And then they were laughing and chatting again. By the time they'd finished the burgers and veggies, the boys weren't interested in the pie Trevor had brought. They had other ideas for dessert. Also, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Harley that Trevor ate sparingly, despite fasting since breakfast. Trevor was committed to the night ahead. Helping Trevor pack up, Harley gazed at his slender friend. Not for the first time that day, he was thankful for the serendipitous way they'd met. What if his parents hadn't stopped at the Dew Drop Inn on their coastal trip over the past summer? Shoving the last of the food containers into his backpack, Trevor admired Harley's lean, willowy build. God he was beautiful, but not just because of his acute Dutch features. Despite his sardonic wit and veneer of cynicism, Harley was truly a kind and buoyant soul - an easy laugher, who rejoiced in life's simple pleasures, and celebrated the achievements of others (especially Trevor's). And having left L.A., his social sarcasm had melted away. Trevor was afraid he'd never feel as happy as he did that very moment. As if their musings were magnetic, the boys were suddenly entangled again in the twilight darkened forest. Spread like so much peanut butter on the gazebo's wooden floor, Trevor's legs were flung widely, and Harley ground against him, kissing and sucking on his boyfriend's neck. Trevor caressed the boy's back and sides, and curled his legs around Harley ass, pulling the blond into him. "Gawd I need this so bad, babe!" "Me too! You're so fucking hard!" Rolling together like mating whales, their cocks pressed and pulled, through layers of clothing. Their lips met in sloppy reunion, and their heads rocked to and fro. While their hips rocked, they nursed on one another's ketchup-flavored tongues. Urgency. Hunger. LOVE. An owl hooted nearby, and Trevor kissed from Harley's lips to the boy's ear. "Let's go inside." Harley whimpered. "Shit. You sure?" "Uh-huh!" Trevor was very sure. He didn't want the immediate gratification of a quick and teasing trouser hump. He didn't want Harley spewing in his underpants. Trevor wanted Harley's throbbing meat exploding inside him, while he ejaculated in the boy's fist, or against his tummy. The boys galloped back to the house so quickly you'd think it was hailing outside. But the only storm was in their loins, hitting landfall in Trevor's room. Fleeces flew, and Harley slammed the door shut. Surging together with tsunami force, the two best friends wrapped their arms around one another, squeezing and caressing, while their mouths pulped each other, lips mashing and tongues wresting. Their heads corkscrewed, and the boys traded passionate moans. Bodies vibrating, Trevor and Harley erratically pulled at one another's clothes, barely avoiding ripping buttons and zippers. But soon enough, two slender, yet fit young runners were macking in nothing but tiny, colorful underpants. As the boys occasionally shifted from foot to foot, their firm gluteal muscles formed divots on one side or the other of their snug and silky briefs. Harley's chest was warm against Trevor. He could feel the boy's ribs against his own, and the way Harley's abs flexed against him with every panting breath. Moreover, his colossal thing beat against Trevor's hip, constrained at a diagonal in his tightly stretchy undies. Trevor's cock answered, hammering straight up against Harley's pubic mound through its own red straight jacket. Harley filled his fingers with Trevor's buns. Oh, what a sweet bootie! Each slender melon was firm, yet pliant in his grip. He squeezed a moan out of Trevor, lost in the maelstrom of their moshing mouths. Trevor glided one set of fingers through the longer side of Harley's unkempt hair, while his other hand delicately caressed Harley's hipbone. So savage. His boyfriend was such a hottie, Trevor melted in Harley's clutches. Below the waist of his tight, bright undies, a nickel sized dot dampness grew unnoticed. Unconsciously, the boys' hips slowly rocked, gently rubbing their painfully swollen cocks into each other. Harley kissed down from Trevor's neck, to his chest, and then to the boy's flat left nipple. Sucking on it with his lips, he flicked his tongue around the hard little ball in the center, filling it with tingling blood. Taking it gently between his teeth, Harley bit delicately, while continuing to tongue lash the hard cone. Trevor groaned, and stroked from Harley's flawless shoulder and long neck with both hands. After kissing over to Trevor's right nipple, and sucking gasps out of his friend, Harley continued south. His lips coursed all over Trevor's slender tummy, to his navel, then on the front Trevor's skin-tight underpants. They were some of the spendy, low-cut, flyless kind Harley had bought for Trevor, and the silky fabric felt smooth and warm on his cheek. Harley spent a few moments rubbing his face up and down the pulsating boyhood stretching Trevor's briefs like a the hull of a red canoe. He adored the contrast of granite hardness and smooth satin. At the same time, he savored the feeling of Trevor's tightly bound buns, and he caressed the boy's small, round ass, at first delicately, then, with burning desire. Harley dragged his tongue up and down Trevor's pounding pleasure pole, tormenting it with tingles. Latching onto Trevor's knob with his lips, Harley sucked on the circumcised straw, savoring the vague sweetness of precum filtering the through the boy's undies. With his righthand thumb and index finger, Harley caressed Trevor's pubescent balls through their skimpy pouch for a moment, then slowly stroked the boy's throbbing stem. All the while, he licked and sucked the boy's helmet, drawing a series of moans out of Trevor. Then, he resumed licking the boy's length for a while, before sucking on his satin-bound balls. Before long, the front of Trevor's underwear was so soggy with saliva he might as well have wet his pants. The wet, skin-tight fabric revealed every contour of the treasures within, in dark ruby relief. Harley admired his work for a moment, then pulled Trevor's briefs down the boy's long, lean legs, to his feet. While Trevor stepped out of them, Harley caressed the boy's creamy, depilated pubis. It was smooth as soft glass, and so very sexy. Trevor was frequently mistaken for a boy 2 or 3 years younger than 15, anyway. Now, the illusion was complete. But that wasn't what Harley found so arousing. It was like Trevor were an angel sculpted from freckled marble. If it weren't for the way it waved with Trevor's pulse, the boy's cock could have been made of milky stone. Harley kissed the rosy red tip, and licked around the ridge. Pulling Trevor into his ravenous gullet, Harley sucked and licked up and down the stalk a few times, while fondling the boy's still naturally hairless scrotum. Trevor's grapes rolled in his fingertips, suspended in a wrinkled sack. And when they rested in his mouth, they were fleshy bon-bons: the most delicious confection. While pleasuring Trevor steadily with his mouth and fingers, Harley occasionally gazed up at his friend, measuring the tortured ecstasy crumpling the boy's face. Trevor's eyes were tightly closed, and his hands were absently coming through Harley's hair. When Trevor's tattered breathing turned to a series of moans, Harley knew his friend was getting too close to the edge. Swallowing the precum coating his mouth, Harley quickly rose. Cupping Trevor's elfin, heart-shaped face with both hands, he kissed his best friend tenderly. "You're so beautiful, dude," Harley whispered. "You're the slayer, babe." Trevor quaked and shivered. His body was on fire, and he was very close to explosively painting Harley's torso with his pent-up load. He quickly dropped to his knees, and gazed at the thick boy branch testing the tensile limits of Harley's diminutive, sky blue briefs. Flexing in and out toward Trevor, Harley's robust erection irised his undies open and closed with rhythmic temptation. His navy blue waistband bisected and accentuated Harley's very prominent, abdominal "V." Trevor lay the flat of his hand on the boy's rigid rapier, and stroked up it's length, toward the boy's hip, and back for a moment. He didn't share Harley's intense enthusiasm for underwear. Still, he had to admit his friend looked especially tasty with his goods barely concealed. It was an enticing display, hinting at the wonders within, and demanding exploration. "These are lit, dude. But they gotta go." Trevor carefully peeled the boy's gossamer garment out, and then down. Drawing a surprised breath, Trevor froze with the waistband just below Harley's tight, round scrotum. The handful of silky hairs Harley had recently sprouted around his thick seven inches were gone. Trevor slid his index finger in a halo around the steely textured base to confirm that no trace of Harley's emergent pubescence remained. Harley giggled. "Why dude?" "What's good for the goose, ya know, Peanut." Initially, Trevor had waxed away his own small bush to startle his aggravatingly nonchalant friend. And for a solid minute, Harley had missed Trevor's adolescent frills. After all, they were both late bloomers, and it had been reassuring to know there was a light at the end of the tunnel. All the same, when they caressed one another, Harley adored the unblemished feeling of Trevor's skin, especially when they slathered one another with oil. He'd asked Trevor to stay that way. Now, Harley revealed he planned to stay a smoothie, too. "But...don't you want to know when you're totally, uh, pubic?" "I figure we'll know if our voices ever change." Trevor rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Weirdo." Nevertheless, he loved his quirky friend, and would do just about anything for him. Immediately that meant he had to finish skinning off the boy's briefs. Trevor's hands glided back up the boy's lean, toned legs, and fondled Harley's firm bottom with one hand, while his other index finger lightly explored Harley's throbbing bone. All the while, Harley's piss slit stared at him blindly through the foreskin's round little window. Gently clamping Harley's uncut bulb with a thumb and forefinger, he pushed and pulled its hood over the tender morsel, rhythmically exposing and covering the angry purple jewel. While he masturbated Harley with his own foreskin, Trevor palmed the boy's smooth, spherical scrotum. Still barely detached from the base of Harley's outsized cock, his nutsack was sticky and steamy, and Trevor's gentle fondling made Harley's buns flex. Trevor left Harley's foreskin furled back, past the ridge. Pursing his lips, Trevor suckled on discrete sections of the the overly sensitive cap for a few moments. Then, sealing his lips around Harley's glans, he sucked and licked on the whole of it, while stroking the boy's length until it became impossibly harder. "Oooooh, fuck, Peanut!" Rotating his head to and fro, Trevor pulled a couple of inches in and out of his hot little mouth. Then a couple of more. Slowly, he made his way back and forth, sucking and licking until Harley's knob was at the back of his mouth. Trevor stopped corkscrewing his head and took a deep breath through his nose. Like a diving bell probing the depths of a tropical ocean, Harley's head dove into Trevor's throat. It so tight and wet! Harley's balls tightening in Trevor's palm. And then, Trevor swallowed with serpentine grace, buffing Harley's tumescence with his lips, tongue, cheeks, and then tonsils. Wave after wave of tingly fire rolled through Harley's cock, and he was so close! And just then, to make matters worse, Trevor hummed something, raking his cock with vibrations! "No! No! No! NONONO!" Harley yanked his cock out of Trevor's mouth just in time. Gasping, and sighing, Harley clamped his eyes shut, focused on his breathing, and counted. Thinking about anything but the surging pressure somewhere at the root of throbbing junk, Harley barely willed away his unwanted climax. "Sorry, babe!" Trevor hadn't meant to make Harley cum. But he'd been so thrilled with the sensation of Harley filling his mouth, he'd briefly lost the plot. Now, he didn't dare touch the boy anywhere, until Harley shook his head, and peeled open his eyes. "That was too good. I came so close!" Helping Trevor to his feet, Harley gave the boy a lingering kiss, then suggested they climb into Trevor's bed. The redhead grinned and nodded, gracefully skipping to the mattress. His pinkish prick bounced with every step. Pulling back the duvet and top sheet, Trevor revealed a large beach towel, already in place. At Harley's request, Trevor crouched lengthwise on the bed, on all fours. His long crimson hair splayed out across the white pillow upon which his head rested. Harley knelt behind the boy's spread knees, and rubbed the firm ovals with both hands. His skin was a soft contrast to the muscles underneath, and Harley spent long moment worshipping Trevor's gluteal perfection. The cherubic redhead was living art. However, no classical artist ever carved an open crevice, much less the hairless starfish waiting within. The pinkish rosebud beckoned, and Harley leaned forward to kiss each of the boy's splendid buttocks. Then, giving a gentle bite to one, he smartly spanked the other, making Trevor squeak and giggle. Spreading the boy's buns more widely, Harley inhaled a faintly floral, soapy fragrance. As usual, Trevor's ass was clean enough to serve dinner, and Harley was ready to eat. Dragging his tongue up one inner side of Trevor's divide, then down the other, Harley methodically painted the boy's buns with saliva. Trevor squirmed from the tingling, liquid fire sponging ever closer to his tight little boy hole. It was tenacious teasing, and Trevor was losing his patience. At last, Harley reached the valley floor, and licked from top to taint and back, before setting down on the prize. After kissing the tender gates a few times, Harley twirled his tongue tip around the cinched ring. Trevor groaned and shook, while Harley took his time, gently massaging the clenched opening with his hot, dripping mouth. Alternating his circular swabbing with probing French kisses, Harley patiently brought Trevor's flower to bloom. Eventually, his tongue tip breached the gates, and he pushed his tongue further in. With only a vague saltiness meeting his Harley's tastebuds, there was nothing hinting at the passage's regular traffic. And why should there be? The boys rarely dined on the Forbidden Feast without fasting and careful preparation. So Harley gladly thrust his tongue in and out of Trevor's anus. However after a few minutes, Trevor mewled, begging Harley to stop teasing him. A strand of clear syrup drooled from his angry cock to the towel below, and Trevor gripped his pillow with both hands, so he wasn't tempted to rub out the climax building from his bowels. Harley didn't need to be asked twice. His own cock silently beseeched him for release. Fumbling into Trevor's nightstand, Harley pulled out a half-empty bottle of lube. Filling one palm with the clear oily liquid, he slathered it all over Trevor's crevice and balls. The boy's aperture was parted a millimeter or so, and lube cascaded into the the darkness. More dribbled down onto the towel below. Harley's index finger toyed with Trevor's glistening gateway, rubbing gentle circles around the circumference, spiraling in. "Guuuh!" Harley's fingertip pierced Trevor one knuckle deep. After waiting a moment, he gently pushed it in and out. Slowly, but surely, he worked his way down to a second knuckle, and almost a third, before he found Trevor's prostate. Gently rubbing the boy's joy buzzer with a few "come hither" strokes, he made Trevor moan loudly. Flattening his chest against the mattress, Trevor pushed his ass back, desperate for more of that achingly sparkly sensation. Despite the boy's need, Harley backed off, knowing it would take little to make Trevor blow his load. Slowly inserting a second finger, he slid both digits in and out, carefully stretching the boy's ring, without hitting Trevor's prostate. When he worked in a third, he had to pause while Trevor relaxed through the glorious pain. His dark star flared with a corona of fire, which took a while to tamp down. Harley patiently finger fucked Trevor for a small eternity, while giving the boy's butt cheeks numerous kisses. Soon enough, the burning pain shifted into tingling need. Unconsciously, Trevor's anus squeezed Harley's fingers a few times. "You ready, dude?" "Born ready, baby." Harley basted his own pounding meat oily marinade, sliding both hands in tandem up and down his cock. With his oily left hand, Harley spread Trevor's left cheek wide. With his right hand, he guided his heat seeking moisture missile to its target. Gently pushing with his hips, while digging his left fingers into Trevor's buttock for balance, he slowly cleaved the boy open. Trevor grunted and gasped. "You OK, babe?" "Uhhh-huh. Yup. Keep going, dude." A moment later, Harley's knob popped through, with his foreskin pulled back by Trevor's ring. Trevor groaned, and grit his teeth. Harley waited a moment, until Trevor gave him the signal, then gently drove an inch deeper. With slow micro thrusts back and forth, Harley drilled even deeper. And deeper. Shit, Trevor was so tight on his pulsating hardness, Harley wasn't sure he could hold his spunk back. Still, he kept tunneling, stopping when Trevor asked, or when he felt his climax looming. At last, Harley was as far as he could go, with maybe an inch or two still outside of Trevor's entrance. He shuddered with delight. "Damn, you're so tight and hot, Peanut." "You're so fucking big and hard, babe!" Though his anus stung sharply, he squeezed Harley with it. The blond sighed, and flexed his cock. Quietly giggling, the boys spent a few moments wordlessly communicating their passion deep within Trevor's bowels. Trevor felt himself filled fully with Harley. In fact, Harley's unit was practically poking into Trevor's stomach. But it was also like Harley merging with him. "Feels so sick, babe. Fuck my lights out!" Harley was quivering with need, and he wanted to bang the hell out of his best friend, and give Trevor what he craved. But could he last? Maybe he should have jerked off that last night. "Ok, Peanut. Here it comes!" Pulling almost all the way out, Harley spread both of the boy's butt cheeks widely. Watching his cock exiting Trevor was almost too much. All the same, watching his rigid flesh slide back in was way worse. He was fucking his best friend and it was glorious to see and feel! But the sight was too much. He closed his eyes, and thrust slowly in and out. Clutching Trevor's firm fundament tightly, he tried to distract himself with thoughts of the World Cup. But how could he think about soccer with the itchy tingles roaring up and down his dick? And then it was happening too fast. Harley couldn't stop it! Muscle tissues pulled at his tightening little scrotum, and he felt his cock about to detonate. On their own, his hips surrendered in a furious wave of thrusts. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Harley stabbed hard and fast, while stars erupted behind his clenched eyelids. His balls churned, and his cock heaved, vomiting silently into Trevor's hot, damp void. Silently, he slammed again and again, until his mad pulsations died away. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it," Harley heaved, collapsing on Trevor, while hugging the boy from behind. His body rippled with random aftershocks. "It's OK, dude. Just stay inside me." With meticulous precision, Trevor guided Harley and himself onto their sides. One of Harley's slender thighs draped over Trevor's, in between the redhead's widely spread legs. Reaching back between Harley's thighs, Trevor caressed Harley's firm little sack with his finger tips, pulling on the smooth skin, and rubbing along the dividing seam of skin. At the same time, he gave Harley's love log a continuous rectal massage, in a gentle cadence that never let the boy soften. Harley wrapped his arms around Trevor's chest, and kissed the boy's ear. "You're straight fire, Peanut. And you feel amazing." "I love you in me. I wish you were there 24-7." "Me too...I love you Peanut." "I love you more, babe." "Fat chance." "Speaking of fat, I've got a name for your dick." "What's that, Trev?" "Thunderbone." The boys cackled for a minute, then Trevor asked Harley if he were ready for more. "Always, babe." With his chest on top of Trevor's back, while their lower halves were almost side-by-side, he could go even deeper into the boy, all the way in, until his hairless pubic mound rested against Trevor's smooth little asshole. Not wanting Trevor's anus squeezing his knob to another premature explosion, he didn't pull all the way out. Just a gentle rocking, focusing the friction on his lower three inches. This time, he made sure to angle in, rubbing Trevor's pleasure spot with his patient grinding. "Oh fuck, that's good, Harley!" Trevor caressed Harley's thigh, marveling at the muscles steadily flexing and relaxing. Harley pumped patiently, and Trevor couldn't stifle his moans. The achey tingles in his ass were building, flooding into his tightening balls. In moments, Trevor punched his ass back and forth, meeting Harley's thrusts with growing urgency. He was getting so close! "Oh fuck me, dude! Fuck me harder!" "Gonna fuck you righteously!" "Yaaassss! Yaaaasss! Yaaaass!" Holding Trevor by the hip for balance, Harley jackhammered the boy. They were both grunting and sweating, and Trevor pled for more. His enflamed anal lips rolled up and down Trevor's fevered cock, friction that demanded more friction. And Harley plowed him even more violently. Trevor's panting, ragged breath turned to piping moans. His scrotum contracted, and his cock detonated. The first plasmic burst almost pulled Trevor inside out, and he bit his lip so he wouldn't scream. A small geyser of thin, milky goo spewed all over his belly and the bed. Ferociously masturbating Harley's ramming flesh with his tingling ring, Trevor's pubescent volcano erupted with a second burst of lava, and another pressure wave spurted across his belly. Trevor's anus squeezed Harley like a vice with every shuddering salvo, and Harley plowed his friend harder. Slamming and slamming and slamming, Harley fucked Trevor until the boy's cock wretched drily. Trevor's moans died away, and his quickly heaving chest slowed. Likewise, Harley's thrusting slowed, yet never halted. "I didn't even touch you! You savage little beast." Harley smacked Trevor's exposed butt cheek, and gave it a lingering squeeze, then spanked it again. Trevor was still catching his breath, but huffed, "Don't stop, Harley! Fill me up!." Harley could feel his climax prowling nearby, like a panther in the night, and he lured it ever closer. Sliding in and out tirelessly, Harley reached under Trevor's upper thigh, and found the boy's wet, turgid wand still quaking, not yet sated. Using Trevor's juice for lube, he rubbed slow circles on the circumcised glans, with a thumb on the top, and an index finger on the underside. When Trevor's breathing grew brisk and shallow, Harley slid his gooey teasing fingers back and forth in opposite directions, making Trevor moan loudly. All the while, his hips slowly rocked, tirelessly drilling into Trevor's tight and steamy little hole. Releasing Trevor's trembling tuber to pound angrily against the boy's barren pubis, Harley re-planted his hand on Trevor's bony hip for leverage. His other hand was anchored into Trevor's shoulder, and he thrust deeply into the boy, then pulled almost all the way out. Slamming back in, he felt the fiery tingles rake down to his base. For a couple of minutes, Harley fucked Trevor steadily with his whole length, and he felt the familiar muscles pulling inside. Harley's breathing grew rapid, and he plowed Trevor as fast as he could, making the room echo with moist slaps. "I'm...so...Close!" "Wait! Harley! Let's roll over." Shaking while the tide in his balls receded, Harley carefully pulled his glistening sex scimitar from Trevor's tight sheath, and the redhead sucked in his breath. Moments later, Trevor was on his back, his ass levered up with pillows under his lower back, and his lithe legs bent at the knees over his slim little tummy. Weaving his forearms through the crooks behind his knees, Trevor held his legs in place, while Harley repositioned himself. Harley loved the way Trevor's lower torso pooched with a few waves of soft, smooth skin dimples. His body was so creamy, like ice cream with a dusting of strawberry sprinkles. And that ass - beauty! Between his slender buns, Trevor's crevice had morphed into an oval, bowl-like indentation, curving down to the dark, open well in the center. His anal lips looked red, and Harley knew from past experience Trevor would be sore for days. All the same, Trevor begged for more, and Harley was happy to deliver. Harley slathered more lube into Trevor, and around his own turgid love hammer, before gently piercing Trevor's tiny ravine with a quiet squelch. Trevor winced briefly, then sighed. Hunching over, Harley traded his own hands for Trevor's, resting his weight on the backs of the redhead's thighs. He not only kept the boy's bent legs in place, but could use them for leverage. Gravity pressed on Harley's hips, driving him a little further in. "Oh fuck, Harley! Right there!" In this position, he couldn't fuck his friend deeply - no more than 3 or 4 inches. But he'd be hitting Trevor's magic button with every plunge. And pound that prostate he would! Gripping Trevor's thighs firmly, he pushed back, almost out, then pulled himself in. Like steam-powered gears, his hips rolled back and forth, and the top half of his diamond hardness rammed in and out of Trevor's burning vortex in a sharp tempo. Trevor's tightened sack bounced up and down, mirroring the boy's rapid, piping moans. Harley was hammering his bowels with overwhelming, aching, fiery tingles. "Oh shit! Oh shit! You're so tight!" "Give me that Thunderbone! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Harley was a nitro charged piston, throttling in and out of his boyfriend's butt in a furious blur. Trevor's tight hole raked his knob and upper shaft with tickling fire, and he was racing toward the brink with tattered breaths. Knowing Harley's signs, Trevor grabbed his own turgid, dripping tool with a full fist, and jerked it in a squelching fury. His sylphic face was creased with ecstatic pleasure, agonizing need, and total determination. It was a sight too beautiful to behold, and it sent Harley keening toward the edge. "Almost there, Peanut!" "Do it, babe! Cum in me!" Trevor fumbled out of his onanistic trance, and his hand flew from his cock to rummage for Harley's nutsack. He filled his palm with the smooth, sticky delight, and his squeeze amplified Harley's climax to nuclear force. It felt like everything in him rioted to eject out of his lurching penis. All of his abdominal muscles contracted, his back reflexively arched and he plunged into Trevor with a ferocious kick. He grit his teeth and clamped his eyes shut, and a supernova went off his loins. For the second time Trevor could remember, Harley vocally roared with ejaculatory triumph. Stars exploded in Harley's mind, then everything turned white for a moment. He barely caught a breath before he writhed again, his cock convulsed with a second fiery burst, and Harley loudly wailed again. At the same time, he lost all sense of time or space, or even his own name. All he knew was a sensation of tight heat gripping his cock, and shattering waves of ecstasy rippling through the universe. A small eternity later, the buzzing died from the world, and Harley fell back into himself, startled to remember he was bone deep in his best friend. Where had he gone just then? Heaving like a landed fish, Harley's head lolled, and spied Trevor grinning at him with wide eyes. "Whoa, dude. That must've been extreme." "You...have...no idea!" It'd have taken hours to explain his out-of-body experience, and Harley was too light-headed to start. His semi-swollen serpent was still stuffing Trevor's tight little tunnel, and the boy's profoundly angry flesh was thumping impatiently against its smooth young pubic mound. Harley shook his head clear, and slid his right hand off of Trevor's left thigh, and clasped Trevor's trembling and dripping tool with a thumb and two fingers. The sensation of Trevor's impossibly hard shaft throbbing in his hand reinvigorated his own fading erection. "Harley. Dude. I need to cum so bad!" The blond flopped his head in smiling assent, and tugged on Trevor's whole length, from stern to bow, with ballistic force. At the same time, Harley resumed his labored thrusting, pumping steadily faster. His sore and aching hardness charged in and out of Trevor's stinging gates with grim determination, and Harley made sure to aim it upward at the boy's special spot, hammering him again and again. "OH Fuck! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" Trevor's tattered breathing gave way to piping, rapturous moans, and his head beat back and forth onto the mattress. He was powerlessly under Harley's control, and helpless to the finger friction on his foaming phallus, while surrendering to the pressure building in his bowels. Muscles pulled on Trevor's balls with an unstoppable force. And then, a bolt of itchy white fire, burst out of Trevor's cock. The redhead gasped and cried from the painfully euphoric release, his vision disintegrating in a fireworks show only he could see. Involuntarily, his anus crushed Harley's impaling member, making the blond groan and, grind harder. Moaning loudly, Trevor spewed a second, more modest squirt, adding to the droplets of thin, clear juice spattered across his slender, pallid tummy. Lost in a sea of bliss, Trevor barely heard his own joyously unconstrained vocalizations echoing off the walls, much less the squishy, wet rhythm coming from his groin. At the same time he was vaguely aware his asshole was singing with every explosion from his pubescent cannon, until the volley faded away. Trevor's vision cleared, just in time to see Harley's face buckling with a look of agonized jubilation. Harley inelegantly rammed his hips forward, plowing deeply into Trevor, and groaned ferally. Harley's love limb kicked inside Trevor, and he shuddered through yet another climax, this time dry, and almost painful. At long last, Harley collapsed onto Trevor, his whole body exhausted, sweaty and quivering, and the redhead wrapped his legs around the boy's lower back. Silence reigned over the boys, while they caught their breath and simply caressed one another. Harley's softening cock slurped out of Trevor's weathered ass with a slight farting sound. Trevor let his legs flop down on either side of Harley, and cupped the boy's buns with both both hands. While idly caressing them, Trevor suggested that maybe the next time they trade places. "But you love taking it in the ass." "I love YOU in my ass." It was true. When Harley was burrowed in him, Trevor felt not only physically full, but spiritually fulfilled. He'd long loved getting fucked by other boys before he met Harley. But none of them had made Trevor feel the things Harley did. Certainly not in his ass, and definitely not in his heart. All the same, it wasn't his heart compelling Trevor to push Harley off him. "I gotta hit the can, dude." "I'll bet. I douched you with a gallon of jizz." Trevor giggled, and slapped Harley's ass. "Move it, firehose. It feels like I've got an alien probe stuck in there." By the time Trevor finished cleaning up and brushing his teeth, he found his bedroom vacant, and the sex towel removed from his bed. Pulling on a t-shirt, he climbed under the covers just as Harley returned, wearing a pair of Trevor's sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Thirsty, Peanut? You lost a lot of body fluids." Trevor grinned and thanked Harley for the ice water the boy set down on the night stand. "Where are Mom and Zoe?" "Watching `Frozen II,' down in the den." Trevor rolled his eyes. How many times had he endured that movie with his little sister? "Speaking of frozen, I figured these might come in handy," Harley added, pulling a pack of frozen peas out of a pocket. Trevor giggled, and thanked Harley again, who turned to hit the bathroom. By the time Harley returned with minty fresh breath, Trevor was snuggled on his side, with the cold pack folded in a t-shirt, and wedged into his cooling backside. Harley hit the lights, and climbed into bed, lean and naked and vaguely fragrant. His chest and legs felt so reassuringly warm spooning around Trevor that the redhead purred. With a sigh, Harley wrapped his arms around Trevor, who entwined them with his own. This cozy moment under the covers was more than anything the boys could ever want, and more than they'd ever need. And it was like so many more to come: moments that needed no words. And yet... "`Thunderbone,' Peanut?" Trevor giggled. "What? You don't like it? How about `King Dong?' `The Thing?' 'Not-So-Shy-Hulud?'" "You've given this a lot of thought, huh?" "`Mr. Incredible?' `Demagorgon?' `The Jolly Pink Giant?'" Harley was laughing too hard to respond with words, and gave his best friend a couple of loving swats to the ass. "You want to stream a movie, Harley? Maybe something will come up." Trevor hadn't intended on a double entendre, and almost regretted his words, while Harley pressed his soft loins into his best friend bottom. "If something does `come up,' maybe we could make our own movie." Trevor chuckled, and leaned down to kiss Harley's forearm. It was a good thing they could sleep in on Sunday. + EPILOGUE + + Only knowledgable travelers on their way to Mount Rainier take the side road to the growing village of Senja. The forgotten town is now thriving with a creative community drawing from the West Coast's larger cities. Nearby, the Cloud Forest Inn beckons, hosting skiers in the winter, and hikers in the summer. You may have heard of Cloud Forest Cider, which is pressed and fermented on site by a famous indie film director. No matter what the reason for your visit, if you check in to the Cloud Forest after 10 PM on weekends, you'll be met by a couple of very familiar looking high school boys. Both are tall and handsome, though obviously not brothers. One has bright red hair in a fashionable cut, and you could swear he was in some movie you saw recently. The other boy, with shaggy blond hair flowing to his shoulders, will captivate you with his green eyes and easy smile, long before you notice his nose ring. It may even take a while before you shockingly realize you subscribe to the boy's podcast, and listen to his band, Thunderbone. With the pandemic receding, the friendly pair are eager to chat with strangers. Just don't be surprised when they finish each other's sentences. It'll make more sense if you spot them strolling outside the lodge hand-in-hand, for a lingering kiss in the moonlight. = = = = = If you've followed this tale so far, I hope you've enjoyed Trevor and Harley's journey. Even if you didn't, I hope you'll contributing to Nifty, to keep stories of passion and love thriving, despite the dark clouds of hate and fear on the horizon. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html