Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2021 20:10:26 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Sage Blooms in the Summer | Part 11 On a hot summer day, with no family around, two young teen boys explore their kinky desires. Nothing good comes for free. So, if you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please contribute, to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Sage gave himself one last look in the mirror, and sighed, drifting somewhere between amusement and resignation. The 13-year-old wasn't sure if his reflection were sexy or utterly ridiculous. But it was Colton's fantasy, and Sage wanted to give his best friend an afternoon to remember. Besides, Sage actually kind of liked the dark plaid school girl kilt Colton and he had found. Moreover, in Burbank's summer heat, he now appreciated how skirts were actually more comfortable than shorts. Too bad boys couldn't wear them in 1992. Publicly, that is. Also, Sage thought the black and purple pattern was kind of punk rock. The hem line fell a few inches below his groin, and it demanded attention on his swimmer's thighs. Lifting the hem, Sage smirked at the fuchsia and purple striped bikini briefs Colton had given him that morning. They were so tiny, he'd double checked the label to see if they were girl's panties. "He's such a perv," Sage murmured aloud, shaking his head with amusement. But he did love that surfer boy, and his very closeted weirdness. Though he liked the black, German army tank top shirt and the silver necklace, Sage wasn't sure he much cared for the black nylon stockings rising almost all the way to his hips, emerging from beat up, black engineer boots. Though he didn't know it then, Colton and he were only beginning to sample the fashion cosplay which frequently season their lives together, over the years. Skating around Burbank the day before, the boys had stumbled on a dusty, forgotten used clothing store, and while they joked around trying things on, Colton coaxed Sage into buying the ensemble, along with the fluorescent pink wig that now hung to his shoulders. That lead to the rather embarrassing trip to a creepy old drug store, where they'd purchased lipsticks and nylons.The bright pink matched his wig, and really called attention to his full, pouty lips. But really, he wondered, did it work with his hazel eyes? "What am I thinking?!" Sage muttered, and sighed again. "Next thing you know, I'll be shopping for candles." It was all an update on the "Saffron" character Colton had talked him into playing, a couple of weeks earlier, when Sage spent a week at his best friend's home, out in Ventura. And maybe Colton was right. With the wig, he could pass for a pre-pubescent, flat-chested girl. Sage checked on the things piled in his public radio tote bag, some of which would be a surprise to Colton. He shrugged at the girl in the mirror, swatted their ass, and headed for the pool house in the back yard. Knocking on the door, Sage waited to be let in. When the door opened, Colton's updated "Courtney" look almost took Sage's breath away. In a black leather mini skirt that hung just below his loins - another purchase from the thrift shop - Colton wore fishnet stockings, tightly clinging to his muscular legs, and his sinewy, sun-tanned torso was barely hidden in his lacy black blouse. If not for his long blond hair, Colton could pass for the most beautiful little goth girl in L.A. County. It wasn't just the blood red lipstick Colton wore that accented his liquid blue eyes, but also eye-liner! "You look...totally beautiful!" Sage said, sincerely. "You think so?" Colton asked, both amused and flattered. "Uh-huh." Sage wasn't attracted to girls, but his alternate identity, Saffron sure was, if they had penises. "You look totally sweet, babe," Colton purred, leaning in to give Sage a lingering peck on the lips. "Especially the wig. You really should grow your hair out." "And dye it pink?" Sage replied, "And wear a swim cap? I don't think so." He could see dying his hair pink. That was kinda rad. But the competitive swimmer wearing a scalp condom every practice? Never. Colton shrugged, and pulled the boy into the pool house. "Come in here, dude. Let me do your eyes." While Colton closed the door on the early afternoon heat, Sage hunkered down on a kitchen stool. A moment later Colton was touching him up with eyeliner. With his eyes closed, Sage asked,"Where'd you learn how to do this, Colt?" "Ashlee," Colton replied, with a chuckle, referring to his big sister. "She's so rad," Sage said. "But she's gotta think we're a couple of freaks." Colton chuckled. "Totally, dude," replied, and finished his work. "There, let's take a look." Loping over to peer into the bathroom mirror, two alluring little girls, who were also boys, laughed at their reflections. At the same time, they felt tremors of sexual dislocation, and it was deeply alluring. "My secret Canadian girlfriend is back!" Colton declared, calling back the joke that had started their secret gender blending fun. Maybe not so secret anymore, if Ashlee were helping Colton with makeup. Sage slowly shook his head with a smile, pondering what the other surfers at Zeus Beach would make of rugged, macho Colton, in vampire girl drag. Returning to the main room, Sage clocked that everything was set up. The soft cotton rope the boys bought the day before was sectioned at four corners of the Murphy bed, and the mattress had been stripped of bedding, and covered with a large, plastic sheet. Sage mischievously refused to let Colton know the reason for the clear mattress cover. "OK," Colton replied. "But why do you even have plastic sheets, dude?" Sage blushed, and was quiet for a moment. "My brother and I used to wet the bed. When we visited relatives, we'd take these sheets with us." It was an added safety measure, beyond the diapers the boys had worn while they slept (all the way through 3rd grade, in Sage's case). "Diapers, huh?" Colton asked. "That must have sucked. But I'll bet you were cute as fuck in them." "Shut up, dude," Sage replied, with a giggle, and playfully punched his friend. The boy-girls grew quiet, unsure how to proceed. The porn that had had inspired Colton, which they'd flipped through together weeks before, hadn't had any storylines. After a moment, Colton came up with one. "Sage?" He said, with feigned timidity. "I have something to tell you." "What's that, pretty baby?" Sage replied, so eager to kiss Colton's luscious, ruby lips. "I cheated on you." With mock horror, Sage replied, "What do you mean? Who did you fuck, you...bitch?" Choking his laughter, he barely recovered his stern demeanor. "Not who," Colton replied. "What." And with that, he held up his hand in a fist, making a jerking-off motion. "And that," he added, pointing to a hairbrush on the kitchen counter. Imagining Colton impaling his ass with the brush handle, while rubbing one out, made Sage painfully hard. But at the same time, Sage actually felt a twinge of actual annoyance. Planning for a day alone, Sage and Colton hadn't had any sex the night before, and had promised one another to not touch themselves, when they went to sleep in their separate beds. Sage had struggled to keep his hands off himself when he went to bed - especially when his little brother had crawled in and made things difficult. "I'm very disappointed, Colton," Sage replied, half-seriously. "You've been very naughty, and need to be punished." "Oh, yeah, I'm a bad little girl," Colton replied, a little too eagerly. "Get on your knees," Sage commanded, and Colton almost dropped like a rock. He desperately wanted to slide his fingers up the silky black nylons molded around Sage's lean, swimmer's legs, to touch the special underpants he'd bought just for Sage. But he kept his hands to his sides, just fantasizing about the mysterious wonderland hidden beyond Sage's plaid kilt. Suppressing another laugh, Sage ordered Colton to kiss his boots. "Both of them." When Colton bad planted his lips on each of Sage's kicks, the stern boy-girl ordered the blond to pull them off and kiss his stocking-clad feet. "Now, go lie down," Sage ordered, making Colton lie length-wise on the bed, with his head on a pillow. Taking his time for added suspense, Sage tied spread-eagle, on his back. As moved from one of Colton's legs to the other, he peaked between his boyfriend's thighs. Barely concealed by his black leather mini-skirt, Colton's sky blue jock strap - one of the very fancy, silky kind Colton preferred for playing soccer - almost glowed in the shadows. Sage smirked. Colton would get painfully hard before Sage would let that naughty girl get any satisfaction down there. Sage knelt with his legs folded on either side of Colton's sinewy chest. Pulling up his kilt, Sage watched Colton grow pie-eyed, gazing at his four inch erection, tightly bound sideways in satiny striped boy panties that barely covered two inches of muscular pubic mound. "Kiss it, bitch," Sage commanded, still amused by the role-play. Bitch. Jeez. Sage leaned forward until his rigid cock pressed against the girl-boy's lips, and Colton was more than happy to oblige. In fact, he kissed it again and again, treasuring the turgid tool steaming against his lips. And then, he dragged his tongue along its length, saturating the silky fabric with saliva. Sage moaned and swayed his hips sideways, adding to the sensation against his engorged pubescence. He could feel his balls tightening, needing to unleash the load he'd been saving for 26 hours, 34 minutes, and - "Stop it!" Sage commanded, pulling back, and dropping his skirt hem over his hot, damp loins. For once, he wasn't going to let Colton make him cum first. He wouldn't give Colton that satisfaction. Colton was a very, very bad little girl, indeed. Sage giggled, realizing he was getting into the roll. Climbing off Colton, and kneeling between the boy-girl's legs, Sage reached into his tote bag, and pulled out a long feather he'd stolen from her mom's crafts box, a bandana, and an eye-covering sleep mask. Rolling up the bandana, he knelt over Colton again, and tied it to gag the boy's mouth. Breaking character for a second, Sage asked with genuine concern, "You can still talk, Colt?" Looking up at Sage, and chewing through the gag, Colton said something like "Ah hink so." Sage chuckled. "Ok, dude, if there's anything - ANYTHING - that you doesn't like, you gotta say something." It took a moment's thought, but a word came to him. "Say `Pineapple.'" "Puh muh puh," Colton tried, and the boys chuckled. "Good enough," Sage said, then blindfolded Colton with the sleep mask, and slowly unbuttoned the boy's blouse. It was dark and lacy, something a girl with real tits would probably would wear over an undershirt. And it was so sexy. As Sage pulled the blouse open, it dragged on Colton's nipples, raking dime-sized cones. With the gentlest touch, Sage caressed Colton's sun-browned nipples with the feather. Slowly, delicately, Sage made them diamond hard, and when he kissed them, Colton squirmed and moaned. Sage reached into his tote bag again, and pulled out a clothes pin. Colton and Sage had seen this in one of the dirty magazines, and it was time to try it out. Sage encircled one of Colton's swollen nipples with the clothes pin's mouth. A nano second after the wooden jaws compressed, crushing Colton's hard little nipple, the blond boy-girl writhed in pain. "Puh muh puh! Puh muh puh!" Colton bellowed. "Sorry! Sorry, dude!" Sage cried, pulling the clothespin off. Obviously, they were going to have to be more skeptical about porn. But at the moment, all Sage thought of was kissing his friend's tender tit, making it better. Sage smiled at his helpless friend, wondering if Colton really wanted to continue with this game. "Are you still a naughty little girl that needs to be punished?" Colton's head bobbed up and down. "MmmrrrphHrrrph!" Starting at Colton's elbows, Sage used the feather to lightly dust down the boy's arms. Spending a long time tickling each of the boy's armpits, he enjoyed Colton's squirming and squealing laughter, before feathering his nipples and navel. Getting up and crouching at the foot of the bed, Sage left Colton in suspense, but only a moment. Brushing the feather across the bottom of the boy's feet, he had the boy churning and squealing again. Putting aside the feather, Sage encircled the boy's left big toe with his lips. He struggled a little to separate it from the others, in the binding of Colton's fish net stocking. But with long, luxuriant licks, and slow, steady sucks, Sage earned deep groans from Colton, with just a hint of what he could do to the boy's cock. After switching over to suck on Colton's right big toe for a few moments, Sage dusted up the insides of the boy's quaking thighs, then knelt between them. Flipping up the front of Colton's leather mini-skirt, Sage smiled at the sight of his friend's rigid tumescences, surging against his slick and shiny, azure jockstrap. Hugging the boy's hairless loins, the pouch strained against the diminutive twig stretching the fancy fabric. Starting at Colton's balls, Sage delicately dragged the feather up and down Colton's textile-trapped tumescence, teasing it until the boy's limbs pulled against his restraints. Biting his lower lip, Sage pulled the front of Colton's supporter about half-way down his erection, then ever-so-gently peeled the boy's foreskin back. Colton's moist knob was a ruby red much darker than the boy's lipstick, and when Sage brought the feather tip to it, Colton yelped, and writhed. "Mmmmppph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" Colton's gag could barely silence the boy's heaving cries. When he was satisfied that Colton's faucet was sufficiently leaking, Sage pulled the boy's supporter back into place, leaving him to gasping with relief. Untying each of his friend's feet, Sage bent Colton's knees, and tied them to his arms. Sage pushed a pillow under Colton's lower back, raising his firm, slender buns higher, gloriously framed on each side by skin-tight, jockstrap leg elastics. The ligatures spreading Colton's legs and arms also left his wrinkled rose deliciously open, and Sage eagerly leaned in to kiss it. Colton's freshly-washed ass smelled of lavender, and when Sage extended his tongue, he tasted soapy skin. His hands snaked around Colton's slender, powerful torso, caressing the girl's very boyish tummy and chest, while licking his most tender place. Colton shivered from the tongue tip circling his clenching, muscular ring. He was helpless to endure the slow, leisurely pace that Sage kept, swabbing Colton's tight anus until it slowly loosened like a clam. Colton's cock pounded, tightly restrained against his own hard abs. If he could have humped himself, he'd have eagerly sought relief. Yet all he could do was moan through his gag, and quake against the ropes. And when Sage's tongue entered him, the room echoed with a loud, yet muffled cry. Sage leaned back on his knees, thrilled with Colton's helpless responsiveness, and reached into his bag for the large bottle of lube they'd purchased with the cosmetics and stockings, at the creepy old pharmacy. The scent of baby oil always brought up bad memories for Sage, and he was glad they'd be using a real sex lubricant, for once. Still, he couldn't believe such a thing could be cherry flavored. After greasing up his right hand, Sage slowly skated his fingers up and down Colton's valley, from the boy's taint, to the small of his back, hinting at the final destination, without stopping. At the same time, he caressed the boy's thighs, buttocks and belly with his free hand. After a few moments, Sage ended the suspense, slowly rubbing a finger in circles around Colton's anus, gently opening the boy's treasure vault. Eventually working a finger in, he found Colton's button, and rubbed it with a "come here" motion, earning moans a little thrashing. A moment later, Sage buried a second finger, and plunged in and out with a torpid, metronomic rhythm. Colton sighed, and Sage could see the boy's jockstrap throbbing, while his ass clenched Sage's finger. Reaching up with his free hand, Sage tweaked Colton's hardened nipples, and twisted each until Colton gasped, and mumbled something unintelligible. Colton was so eager for Sage to fuck him, he could have cried. Moreover, his cock raged in thumping need, starving for friction. Sage pulled his fingers out of Colton, glad to see they were pristine. Ever since the boys had read up on douching with empty shampoo bottles, they got as clean as crystal down there, when the forecast called for ass play. "So, you cheated on me with this?" Sage asked, lifting the brush, and slapping it gently on each of Colton's cheeks. "Mmmph-hmmmph," Colton replied, nodding his head. But in truth, he was lying. Not only had he not pleasured himself the night before, he'd never fucked himself with anything bigger than a carrot, much less the plastic hair brush. Now, he was a little nervous about the consequences for his spontaneous fib. "Let's see how that works," Sage replied, while oiling the handle with lube, before lining up the handle against Colton's clenching starfish. Millimeter by millimeter, Sage slowly impaled Colton with the brush, earning grunts and moans. It was thicker than Sage's fingers, thicker even than Sage's cock, and it strained his ass painfully. And yet it felt so good, filling him with brutal hardness. His prostate pulsated against the unyielding pressure. Sage wasn't sure how deeply the brush could penetrate Colton without hurting the boy, and he stopped penetrating his friend after a couple of inches. Leaning back on his heels, Sage admired his handiwork. The brush seemed to bob up and down a little, in time with movement in Colton's jockstrap. Sage pulled the gag out of Colton's mouth, glad to see the still-blindfolded boy smiling. 
"You OK, dude?" Sage asked. "Oh hells, yes!" Colton replied. He was so desperately horny, he begged Sage to jerk him off. But Sage was having none of it, and gave the boy sharp swats to each of the boy's buns. Then he reached into his bag for a small, black electronic device. Placing the plastic box against Sage's supporter-strangled cock, he pushed the "test" button, and the little machine vibrated violently. "AAAAAAH!!" Colton cried, convulsing helplessly in his bindings. "WHAAAHHH???!" Sage giggled, rubbing up and down the boy's length, then tormented Colton's little testicles in their shiny basket. Leaning in, Sage was delighted to see the navy blue stain in the front of Colton's jockstrap blooming larger. Taking his finger off the "test" button, Sage let Colton's quaking body settle, while he explained the source of Colton's anguished pleasure. "My dad forgot his pager," Sage said, "And it's got this sweet silent mode." Sage held it to one of Colton's nipples, and made it vibrate for a moment, then brought it to the other. Returning to Colton's groin, Sage stroked him with the vibrating beeper, from nuts to tip, at a glacial pace, and with a very light touch. Every groan, every sigh, every gasp made Sage harder, knowing he was bringing his boyfriend ever closer to the edge. But when Colton contorted to hump against the box, Sage pulled back, making sure the vibrations only made a feather-light contact He knew what Colton was going through. A year or so before, when he'd been dressed only in a long lover-sized, loin-covering t-shirt, waiting for a load of his laundry to finish in the dryer, Sage had accidentally leaned up against the savagely jiggling machine. On contact with the shaking metal, his young cock instantly lurched awake, angry for attention. Instinctively, Sage pressed against the machine, and a moment later, was grinding against the rumbling dryer. The turbulent shaking was overwhelming, and his prepubescent cock flared with a rabid, fist-pounding, dry orgasm. Several times after that, when he was alone in the house, Sage had draped himself over the dryer, letting it pull loads of barren joy out of him. Then, one day, he'd found his dad's forgotten pager, and indecency had been the mother of invention. Colton was rocking and quaking and begging with Sage for manual release. But Sage wanted Colton to explode as volcanically as if he hadn't touched himself the night before, and so he kept up the gentle teasing. Sage rolled the vibrating box along Colton's perineum, making the boy groan loudly. And then, Sage held it to the brush, not realizing the consequences would be immediate and violent. The pulsations rippled out through Colton's anus, and through the boy's prostate, and into his his nuts. Ribbons of muscle pulled in his bowels 
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHH!" He bellowed. Colton's cock detonated tectonically, and stars imploded behind his blind-folded eyes. Quickly palming Colton's groin, Sage felt a shuddering mass of flesh rippling around the boy's pounding hardness. Coltons arms yanked in futility against his ropes, and his curled body rocked spasmodically as his body convulsed. A couple of bursts of thin boy soup jettisoned into his jockstrap, painting it with a much broader, navy blue stain. Again and again, his young cock strained, now ejecting dry loads, until, at his climax faded. "Holy shit!" Sage marveled, tossing the pager aside. Catching his breath, Colton could only heave and nod. While Colton settled, Sage gently pulled the hairbrush out of of the boy, then the boy's pallid, muscular bottom. "Imagine how that would have felt if you didn't beat off last night," Sage observed. Colton chuckled. "Dude, I was just kidding. I didn't really jerk it," he said, adding that he'd never violated himself with the hairbrush, either. "That was so intense!" Sage grinned, and gave Colton's ass a gentle spank. "You really have been a naughty girl." "You gonna fuck my naughty ass, now?" Colton asked. Wild horses couldn't have dragged him away from Colton's ass. Hastily and clumsily, Sage wriggled out of his kilt. Now clad in only his bikini briefs, stockings and German tank-top, Sage pulled down the front of his undies, and hooked the waistband under his flabby, hairless scrotum. His slender, four-inch prong wagged like a dog's tail. Pouring a generous amount of cherry-flavored lube in his hand, he greased his cock, from the circumcised tip, to the few silky hairs ringing the otherwise barren base. Taking his prong in hand, he tapped it teasingly around the hollow dish surrounding Colton's opened anus. Colton sighed, and his tunnel winked at Sage. "Oh yea, put it in me, baby," Colton urged his friend. If Sage had the fortitude, he'd have teased another orgasm out of Colton first, but he needed to bury himself to the hilt Colton's sweet ass. Still, he managed to hold out a few more moments. Caressing Colton's bum, admiring how the concave indentations behind each hip had elongated while bent in half, Sage whispered, "Beg me." Colton wasn't play acting when he whined, "Please, dude! Please shove your dick in my ass!" His own penis began twitching with anticipation, and he knew that it'd soon be rigid again. "I'm gonna fuck the fuck out of you," Sage quietly replied, using his fingers to steer his turgid boyhood against the red-rimmed, open window in Colton's ass. So loose from the hairbrush assault, Sage's hole gave little resistance to Sage's slippery hardness. Still, Sage groaned as he felt the the tight ring burnish his length while plunging into Colton's depths. In moments, he was balls deep in a wet, meaty inferno. It felt so good, Sage shook. Gritting his teeth, he paused for a moment, fighting back a climax that already loomed. He caressed the backs of Colton's thighs, his fingers bumping along fishnets stockings like when he dragged them against a chain-link fence. Colton squeezed his bowels tightly around Sage, making the boy gasp. "Please don't, dude!" Sage implored. "You'll make me cum!" "Sorry, baby," the surfer replied, feeling his own cock growing in response to Sage's quivering hardness, flexing involuntarily inside Colton. Anchoring his hands onto each of Colton's thighs, Sage slowly pulled his dick outward, leaving only his glans in the boy's hole. Slowly, he pushed back in, and moaned involuntarily, as hot, fleshy friction rubbed on his length. "God you're tight,!" Sage huffed, pulling back again, then plunging in. "You're so big and so hard, dude," Colton replied. After the third thrust across his prostate, he was fully engorged again, and he urged Sage to fuck him harder. Grinding his teeth, and gazing down at his helpless best friend, Sage wasn't sure he could hold back the tide building in his balls. He plunged again, slowly, and pulled back, then thrust again. He sped up a little, and then tried to slow down, but couldn't. His cock needed to sink deeply snugly gripping hole. The waistband raking against his perineum massaged his prostate witheringly with every thrust. And then he couldn't hold his hips back. Tissue pulled from his tummy to his nuts, tightening everything within him. "I'M SORRY!" Sage cried out. "I CAAAUUUUUNT...!" "Cum for me, Sage!" Colton prompted his friend, squeezing the boy's frenzied prong with ass muscles, once again. Sage's hips slammed barbarously, entombing his cock as deeply as it would go. Pressed against Colton's ass, Sage's nuts belched fire, and his cock erupted. Again, and again, Sage plowed Colton's ass, spewing his thin, watery seed well within the boy. "Gaaah! Gaaah! Gaaah! Sage groaned, synchronized with the sound of flesh slapping flesh, echoing in the pool house. As his climax slurred to a halt, he grew dizzy, and almost collapsed onto Colton. Sweat dripped from his armpits, and groin, merging with Colton's perspiration. "Fuuuck!" Sage groaned, and slowly pulled his softening stem out of Colton, then pulled the front of his snug little undies back in place. "That was so rad," Colton said, quietly. He only wished he could have seen what he felt and heard. "Shit..."Sage huffed, crawling over to kiss his friend gently on the lips. "I couldn't hold it."

"I know," Colton chuckled. Sage was never able to keep his first orgasm at bay. Thankfully, Sage always had more in reserve. When he'd recovered, Sage untied Colton's legs, lowering them back to the bed, then returned to lay back next to the boy. Stroking his finger along Colton's jaw, Sage kissed him tenderly. "You really are a naughty girl," Sage whispered. "Boy. I'm a naughty boy who loves boys, dude," Colton replied. "And I really want to play with my boyfriend's dick." "Well, in that case..."Sage replied, getting up. Behind his blindfold, Colton couldn't see Sage unceremoniously yank off his nylon stockings. When he peeled off the tank-top, it pulled Sage's wig with it. Naked now but for his moist, striped, fuchsia bikini briefs, Sage slowly unfurled Colton's fishnet stockings down the boy's long, sinewy legs, then pulled down his leather miniskirt. Sage savored the sight of the lean surfer, still tied by the wrists to the bed, with a long fountain of shoulder-length blond hair spilling past his blindfold. His lean abs were framed in an oval of abdominal muscle, bordering on the boy's soiled supporter. The fancy blue jock, wet with semen and sweat, clung tightly to Colton's member, revealing its throbbing contours. Though not nearly as kinky as Colton, Sage had to admit to himself that the boy was tantalizing in nothing but a jockstrap. Sage leaned down to drag a finger up and down Colton's length, slowly teasing the boy, then walked to the kitchenette. "Where're you going?" "You'll find out in a second." Sage rummaged through the kitchenette's cupboards. Finding a small bowl, he poured half of the large bottle of lube into the dish. Heating it in the microwave, Sage mused that the sex oil was probably the first thing ever cooked in the pool house. Carefully checking the temperature with his finger, and finding it warm, but not hot, Sage brought the bowl of slippery unguent back to the bed. "This is the reason for the plastic sheets," Sage replied, then slowly poured the warm, viscous fluid all over Colton's loins, thighs, and torso. Excess oil pooled beneath the boy. Though merely warm, the slippery slop torched fire storms across Colton. Setting aside the bowl, Sage slid his hands through the clear ooze, slathering slippery impastos all over Colton's solid body. Slick, oily fingers. All over Colton's raging prepubescence, through his well-soaked jock. In the darkness of his blindfold, Colton could only guess where Sage's slippery fingers would travel next, unsurprised when they slid across his nipples, and sighing when they travelled down his taint, to tickle inside his ass. At times, he groaned with delight, when Sage deeply massaged his arms and legs and chest, and at other times, he moaned as the boy teased his bits and pieces. Sage heated up the rest of the lube, and poured it all over Colton. Spreading the boy's legs, he lay down onto Colton, saturating himself in the sickly sweet unguent. Sage slid his hands on either side of the boy's chest, along his neck, to hold him gently, by the either side of his handsome face. Languid kisses. First slow and gentle, but mounting in shared need. Sage's cock was now as painfully swollen as Colton's, and their cocks rubbed together through drenched underwear. Sage slid his greasy hands up Colton's arms, holding the boy's bound hands, while unleashing his tongue in Colton's mouth. Sweet cherry flavoring and sweat salt mixed with their saliva, while Colton fellated Sage's tongue, and soon they were both breathing heavily. Sage's lips left Colton's, to nibble on the boy's ear lobe. "You want my dick, Mister?" Sage taunted with a whisper, flexing his cock against Colton's. "Yes!" Colton huffed, pounding his cock against Sage's to emphasize the point. "You'll just have to wait a little longer," Sage replied, then slid his tongue into Colton's ear canal. The surfer squealed and squirmed. The vague perfume of Colton's left armpit intoxicated Sage, and he kissed toward the muscle-furrowed basin. Tracing his tongue tip around the brawny hillocks and into the caverns, Sage soon had Colton squealing again, wriggling and pleading against the the tickling in his armpit. But at the same time, it filled him with lascivious need. And when Sage licked and sucked on his other armpit, his hips were pumping on their own, and Sage's pressed down to meet them. Their loins ground together, needful for flesh against flesh, and foiled by skimpy, wet cloth. "Sage," Colton gasped, "Can you untie me, please? Let me touch you." Feeling dizzy, his needs as urgent as Colton's, Sage quickly unbound his best friend, who pulled off his blindfold to gaze at his lusciously glistening friend. The boys fell into a tightly squeezing embrace, kissing furiously. Rolling around, Colton was on top, sliding his hands across Sage's slippery, slender chest, then down to his cotton bound boyhood. As they kissed more passionately, Colton stroked Sage through his underpants with a full fist. And then they rolled over again. Greasy hands slid all across each other's backs and sides and thighs. Legs twined and curled. Their squelching limbs were slimy and rubbery and warm, like sweating land eels. Hair dripped with perspiration and cherry-flavored lube. Then they were kissing and caressing on their sides, and Colton frantically yanked the front of his jock and Sage's briefs down, under their hairless scrotums. As flesh finally met flesh, sliding and plowing and teasing and oozing, Sage and Colton's fingers glided across each other's sweetly oleaginous, muscular buttocks, and were soon plying each other's boy holes. With the boy's lying on their sides on the slippery plastic, face-to-face, Sage grunted when Colton pierced him with a digit, then sighed when the boy pressed his button. Colton moaned into his mouth, as Sage found his prostate a moment later. Finger fucking each other with a slow rhythm, they ground their quivering cocks together, while their tongues played in the space between their slack-jawed faces. It didn't take long before Sage could feel his climax looming, and he could tell Colton would be taking longer to get there. Maybe he could hit the pause button for a minute. "Dude," Sage whispered. "Do you want to fuck me?" An ever eager bottom, Colton still enjoyed occasionally swapping places with Sage, and knowing that Sage was perilously close to cumming, he quickly agreed. Rolling Colton onto his back, Sage rapidly pulled off his soggy briefs, tossing them in a wetly plopping heap in the corner. At last, he was completely naked, redolent of candy, and wetly shimmering in the afternoon light. Kneeling beside Colton, Sage took the boy's 2 inch bone in his fingers, and gently stroked its entire length with his slippery finger tips. He spent a few minutes on Colton's tender glans, unfurling its foreskin so he could rub it directly with a dripping thumb and index finger. Then, holding it by the base with two fingers of one hand, he rubbed Colton's nozzle with an oily palm. Colton's eyes clamped shut, and he moaned, while his hips rocked in rapture. Straddling Colton's hips with his knees, Sage lowered himself. Spreading apart one butt cheek with one hand, Sage held Colton's shaft with his other fingers, guiding the boy's cock to his tightly cinched anus. The slippery limb slid around, at first. But at last, Sage could feel it burrowing in. Colton's cock wasn't much thicker than Sage's finger, and it quickly slid within the brunette. Sage sighed when his buns came to rest on Colton's hairless pubis. Colton had described how he loved being filled with Sage, but Sage never felt stuffed with the boy's more diminutive cock in him. Yet Sage felt a different thrill, just knowing his ass was the source of Colton's luminous smile; that he was the trusted custodian of Colton's pleasure. And when his full weight rested, Colton's cock pressed into Sage's prostate, giving him a sharp jolt that surged through his own erection. Slowly, Sage rolled forward, pulling only an inch along the boy's cock, then rolled back. From experience, he was careful to keep Colton safely in him, before rolling back again. Sage took his time, slowly rocking to and fro, masturbating Colton with his anus. Occasionally, he'd stop, and squeeze Colton with his guts, and make the boy groan. Then, he pumped his hips again. Colton slid his soggy fingers all over Sage's thighs, then gently pulled at the boy's few pubes. Though he tickled Sage's nuts with his fingertips, he deliberately kept away from the boy's cock. Colton let his own penis do the work, ringing against Sage's bell with insistence. But Colton was losing the battle against his need to cum, and his hips thrust up in time with Sage's downstrokes. Sage had deliberately left Colton's jockstrap in place, under the boy's small, round scrotum, knowing the waistband would cut into the boy's taint wickedly. And that strangling pressure on his prostate was more than Colton could bear. "Gonna cum soon, dude," Colton heaved. "I can't hold it." "Me too!" Sage gasped. "Let's...cum...together," Colton replied, gripping Sage's cock directly. The oily pressure on his dripping, diamond hardness made Sage tremble and moan, and his hips rocked faster, plunging his anal ring up and down along Colton's tender flesh. Colton pumped his hips and rubbed Sage faster, and the brunette's panting turned to high-pitched moans. Pumping buns and hips and fingers pounded more furiously, and the boys dragged each other toward the abyss. "Yesss! Oh yessss! Ohhhhhhhhh yessss!" Sage hissed. "Here it...uuuuuhhh!!" "Oooooh! Uuuuuuh!" Colton cried! At almost the same time, Sage's ass clamped involuntarily around Colton, crushing the boy's cock, even as Colton's hips bucked up, burying his tool as deeply as he could within Sage. Itchy fire erupted from their young cocks, and fireworks lit up in their eyes. Grunting and groaning, the boys gushed watery seed. Sage spurted a jet or two of clear fluid onto Colton's tummy, and though he couldn't feel it, the surfer planted dribbles of infertile semen deep within his bowels. Again, and again, the boys pulsated, almost in unison, as Sage's anus flexed and loosened rhythmically around Colton's cock, throttling it, milking it of every last, twitch. Resting precariously with his hands on Colton's slippery chest for balance, Sage slowly caught his breath, and shook the fog from his head. "Fuuuuuuck!" Sage sighed, and chuckled. "Duuuuude!" Colton huffed, gathering his breath. "That was so intense!" Feeling Colton's softening tool slide out of him, Sage collapsed and rolled beside his friend. Gazing at each other with contented sighs, the boys needed no words to communicate what they felt for one another. Sage pulled Colton's jock back into place, and caressed the boy's slender, yet powerful chest, while the surfer traced Sage's face with his fingertips. Their lips met for long, tender kisses. Sage sighed, feeling his bladder needing relief. "I gotta take a leak, dude." Colton gave him a mischievous smile. "So, do it here." "What?" Sage looked at him incredulously. "We've got a plastic sheet here, and you used to piss on it -- " "NOT on purpose!" Sage interrupted emphatically. "Come on, babe. I've never watched you piss. I mean, up close, anyway." "Really?" Sage asked, still baffled. Colton grinned. "Yeah. Here, lie on your back." Sage chuckled, and muttered, "Weirdo," but lay on his back. Spreading Sage's legs, Colton knelt between the boy's thighs, and held Sage's two-inch softness with a thumb and index finger. "OK, go ahead," Colton whispered. Sage was hesitant, and it took a moment, but at last the flow trickled, and then poured. Spouting up like a fountain, his vaguely yellowing stream shot up two feet, pouring back down on Sage's tummy and chest. Leaning over the stream, Colton sprayed it across his face, catching some in his mouth, and eagerly swallowed it. He'd tasted his own piss, and Sage's was a little saltier. Sage stared in wonder, as his friend celebrated and consumed his discharge. He'd never considered such a thing. It was disgusting - and yet Colton's shamelessness was enthralling. The seemingly straight surfer boy had no qualms exploring any of his secret fancies with Sage, and that depth of trust filled Sage with elation. At last, Sage's stream dribbled to a halt, which was a blessing, since he was growing hard in Colton's fingers. Just then, he was in for another surprise. "I gotta pee, too, dude," Colton said, with a grin, then bit his lower lip. Sage's jaw dropped, as he watched a small, yellow fountain bubble through Colton's jockstrap. At the same time, a wave of hot urine washed out of either side of the supporter's pouch, pouring into the mattress. "Whoa, dude," Sage muttered, then saw Colton's cock growing rigid, while his streamed died away. "You've got another boner, dude," Sage pointed out, with a giggle. "I'm not alone, there," Colton replied, with a grin. Dripping with piss and lube, in a room fragrant with discordant aromas, the two boys were once again helplessly aroused. Colton peeled down the front of his jock, parking it below his small, round, wet and hairless bag, once more. Sitting down between Sage's legs, and flopping the boy's grungy thighs over his own, Colton scooted under Sage's ass, with his bone throbbing against the brunette's. Holding his rod against Sage's between both of his hands, in an inverted prayer position, Colton use a combination of cherry lube, semen and urine as emollients, quickly rubbing their combined cock meat sandwich in a frenzy. The boys were agonizingly hard, and in desperate need of quick relief. Sage begged Colton to beat them off quickly, adding grunts of "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Do it faster, dude!" Colton's two-palmed penis polisher filled the rooms with squelching sounds, and the boys gasped raggedly. Sage reached underneath, to hold his hairless, low-hanging nuts up against Colton's tight little sack. Their scrotal union was smooth and streaming with sticky, salty, sweet and syrupy fluids that almost boiled in the combined heat in Sage's palm. "Uuuuuh! FASTER COLT!" The surfer's hands looked like a blurring ax, chopping into their pallid flesh, and the sickly sweet smells and slicking sounds were making both boys intoxicated and in agonizing anticipation of an end to their suffering. Sage's pants grew into piping moans, though quickly replaced by tortured grunts. "Gonna! Gonna! GONNA!" Colton willed his nuts to tighten, needing so desperately to shoot what little load he had left. In moments, Sage loosened a pitched shriek, his lungs exploding along with his cock, vomiting more with relief than jubilation. His crumpled, red-faced, anguished pleasure was more than enough to make Colton's nuts contract, and his cock violently barked, drooling a long strand of clear, watery goo. Colton collapsed onto Sage, and the boys heaved and sighed in each other's ears. Too sensitive to be touched, and too spent to caress, they lay there for a long time, stinking and holding hands. At last, they chuckled, and their chuckles turned to loud laughter. Then, their lips met for tender communion. "We gotta get cleaned up, dude," Sage whispered, wrinkling his nose at the combined stench filling the room. "This is like, totally rancid." Colton chuckled in agreement, and climbed off Sage, before helping his boyfriend up. As the dripping middle schoolers staggered to the bathroom for a long mutual scrub in the shower, Colton giggled. "Dude, I gotta pee, again" he said, suggestively. Not taking the bait, Sage replied, "Good thing there's a toilet." "But what if...?" Sage rolled his eyes, though somewhere in his cock, a feint shell of arousal stirred. ========================== To be continued...