Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2018 19:42:46 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Autumn Postponed - Chapter Nine - Gay > High School

Autumn Postponed - Chapter 9

Author's notes: Despite everything he's experienced in just a few hours,
for Palmer, Trey and Shy, the day is still young.

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Chapter Nine

	After over three hours at Shy's house, sucking and fucking again
and again, taking an occasional break for food or drink, or simply to allow
our balls a chance to recuperate (not that Shy ever seemed to need it), I
suggested we take a swim.  Neither Trey nor Shy seemed very interested, Shy
saying he just didn't feel like wearing anything.

	"No problem," I shrugged. "Just go naked."

	"Nh uh," Shy replied, "The neighbors can see."  I called both of
them chicken, which finally led to them daring me into going out back and
diving into the pool naked, knowing full well that I could be seen by the
neighbors on either side of Shy's house.

	A little drunk on beer and sex, I didn't hesitate at all.  I took
my time strolling nude to edge of the pool, and then slowly climbed down
the ladder, my cock made all the more stiff by the possibility of being
observed.  After swimming about, making sure my bare ass popped out of the
water as often as possible, as well as floating on my back, I climbed out
again, standing in the sun drying myself, all the while doing my best to
prevent the towel from covering my cock, balls or ass.

	No amount of cajoling on my part could convince the two local boys
to join me.  They stayed just inside the sliding glass doors, laughing and
stroking their own hard dicks, clearly turned on by my audacious display.
It wasn't enough, however, to convince them to share my lascivious pleasure
at baring my skinny, pale body to anyone who might care to look.

	Once dry enough to ensure I wouldn't drip pool water on the carpet,
I traipsed back inside, making sure my hard cock swung side to side as I
walked, happily accepting Trey and Shy's congratulations on my unabashed
exhibitionism.  I chided them for their lack of courage.  Trey explained
that it was easy for me, since even if the neighbors had watched me
flashing my naked body, none would know who I was, nor would they be likely
to ever see me again.

	I nodded, accepting the fact that, had Shy joined me, it might mean
that those same neighbors would mention to his parents that they'd seen
their son cavorting naked in the pool with another boy, both with obvious
erections.  No doubt they were also familiar with Trey, who, it seemed,
spent many hours in Shy's pool.  I had no such qualms, since none of the
neighbors would know who my parents were.

	After my swim, we returned to the game room, drank some more beer,
and then returned to Shy's bedroom.  There Shy lay on his bed face up,
pulling his knees back nearly to his ears.  I lubed myself and Shy's
asshole, then climbed between the younger boy's thighs, once more sliding
my straining cock into the tight passage.  Trey climbed over Shy's face,
sticking his dick into his friend's mouth.  Though I had come more times
that day already than on any other day of my life, I came again
surprisingly quickly, excited not only by the tightness of Shy's ass, but
also by the sight of Trey's ass right in front of my face, moving back and
forth as he face-fucked Shy.

	After we'd all taken a turn in the bathroom, expelling the results
of our multiple couplings, we dressed and rode our bikes back to the beach.
Returning to the cottage, my parents asked how our day had been.  I told
them that, since it had been so hot, and there was barely so much as a
breeze, we'd decided against biking to Jockey's Ridge State Park to fly
kites, and instead went to Shy's house for a swim.  I didn't, of course,
tell them that I was the only one who'd actually got into the pool, nor did
I tell them I'd done so naked.  I admitted that, since I hadn't planned to
be swimming that day, Shy had loaned me a pair of swim trunks.

	I also left out the fact that I was still wearing the undersized
blue speedo that Shy had loaned me under my shorts on the bike ride back to
the cottage, my purple jock strap probably in a ball somewhere on Shy's
bedroom floor.  Shy had also loaned me his older brother's ten speed,
saying that I could return it the following day.

	Since Trey and Shy were with me, my parents accepted Shy's
assurance that it was fine for me to keep his bother's bike overnight,
since the three of us would likely be hanging out again the next day.  I
kept looking at my parents faces for a sign of disapproval, as Shy made his
case wearing absolutely nothing but a tight pair of bright white speedos,
his t-shirt still tied to the handlebar of his bike, which was parked under
the cottage, and his sandals just inside the front door.

	When my parents, in recognition of Labor Day, invited my new
friends to stay for a dinner of burgers and dogs, both boys used the
cottage phone to contact their parents.  Shy, having spoken to his mother
first, quickly accepted the offer.  Trey's mother required a bit more
convincing, and insisted on speaking with my mom, who assured her that it
was absolutely no trouble, and that she was happy that their sons and I
enjoyed each other's company.  She had, of course, no idea just how much we
enjoyed one another!

	Before long she handed the phone back to Trey with a smile on her
face.  As he listened to his mother, Trey said, "Yes, Mom" and "I will"
several times before quickly and quietly saying, "I love you, too," and
hanging up, blushing furiously.

	"Your mother seems to think that you might make a bad impression,
Trey," my mom teased.

	"Yes, ma'am," Trey said, blushing with embarrassment.  "She thinks
I'm still a little kid who doesn't know how to behave around other people."

	"Well, I think you are a courteous and lovely young man," my mom
replied, raising an even redder blush on Trey's tanned cheeks.  "And if I
get the chance, I will tell your mother the same thing.  Now, why don't you
boys go have some fun on the beach, if it's not too hot, and I'll get
dinner ready."

	"I have to put on some trunks," I said.  "Do you need to borrow a
pair, Trey?"

	"Oh, yeah," Trey answered, "I guess I do if we're going in the
water."  he was also shirtless, but had pulled on a pair of cargo shorts,
leaving his underwear at Shy's house.

	"No problem," I smiled.  "Come downstairs and I'll get you a pair."

	"I'll come with," Shy piped in, following Trey and I down the
stairs to my room.  Closing the door, I dropped my shorts and stripped off
the tiny blue speedos I was wearing beneath.

	"Wanna wear these?" I asked Trey, holding them up while my cock
began rising.

	"They wouldn't fit me any better than they fit you," Trey snorted.
"What else ya got?"

	I rifled through a drawer, finally finding my favorite green and
yellow trunks.  I tossed them to Trey, somehow excited by the fact that his
junk would be stuffed into the mesh pouch where mine had been before, and
would be again.  I chose a red and white striped pair for myself,
reluctantly pulling them on and hiding my naked body, wishing we had time
for a bit more fun like we'd had earlier. Once Trey was dressed, and I
tossed both him and Shy a towel while grabbing one for myself, we ran out
to the beach.

	My dad joined us as we splashed and body surfed.  I ran back under
the cottage and grabbed the two skim boards we'd brought with us.  I was a
bit embarrassed as I watched Trey and Shy expertly skimming over the
shallow water, both clearly more practiced than I.  Trey spent a lot of
time teaching me how to do a spin kick, which I finally managed to pull
off, if only one time.  I had a bit of trouble focusing on what Trey was
showing me, once I noticed that Shy's white speedo became virtually
transparent when wet.

	Soon my mother shouted from the top of the dune that the food was
ready, and the four of us ran up to where my mom was standing over the
charcoal grill on the concrete ground level patio.  She had laid out all
the buns, condiments and chips on the picnic table that sat on the sand
just in front of the cottage.  We all surveyed the sizzling meat on the
grill ravenously, while my dad took a beer from the cooler, asking us what
we'd like to drink.

	"That beer looks good," Trey joked.

	"I don't think your mother would approve," my mother replied.

	"Yeah, well his mother's not here," Dad countered, tossing Trey a
beer.

	"Palmer," Mom said warningly to my father, after whom I'd been
named, as one might have guessed.

	"Relax, Lindsay," my dad replied coaxingly, "One beer isn't gonna
hurt `im."

	"Can I have one, too?" Shy asked excitedly.  Without answering, Dad
tossed a can to the younger boy.

	"Palmer, these boys are much too young -- "

	"So was I," Dad cut across her. Tossing a can to me, he continued
consolingly, "It's not gonna ruin them for life, and I promise I won't give
them more than one."

	With a disapproving shake of her head, Mom busied herself with
plating the dogs and burgers.

	The rest of the meal passed very pleasantly.  My parents asked all
sorts of questions about life on the Outer Banks.  I smiled at how well
spoken my new friends were around two adults they barely knew.  They
answered every question with much more than one or two words, explaining
what the schools were like, what they did in the winter months, and other
such trivia.  Somehow they managed to down two dogs and two burgers each
while fully involved in the conversation.

	"Don't be shy, boys," my mom said cheerfully, "There's plenty
more."

	Shy leaned back and patted his nearly non-existent tummy.  "Thank
you, Mrs. Schumann, but I am totally stuffed!"

	"Me, too," Trey said.

	"Me, three," I said, smiling at my mother, then adding, "Thanks,
Mom."

	"My pleasure, my love," Mom replied.  "And I'm so happy your new
friends could join us."

	"So am I," I said, shooting Trey and Shy a meaningful glance, which
I hoped they'd notice.

	"This is awesome!" Shy exclaimed.  "This is the first time we ever
got invited to someone's cottage on the beach."

	"Yeah," Trey agreed. "And you're all awesome for letting us be
here.  Oh, and for feeding us!" He added.

	"Not at all," my dad replied.  "I think sometimes it's unfair to
Palmer that we drag him down here when all his friends are in school.  He
never has anyone his own age to play.. er, I mean, to hang out with."  He
fixed me with a look that expressed pride and affection before adding, "But
he's never complained.  I'm just glad you boys came along."

	"Me, too," I smiled at Trey and Shy.

	"Me three," Trey smiled back.

	"Me four!" Shy nearly shouted, and we all laughed together.

	"Well, I guess I'd best clear away this mess," Mom said resignedly,
standing up.

	"We'll help," Trey said quickly, standing up as well, and
collecting the plates closest to him.  Shy also began collecting things
from the table.

	"No, boys," Mom said correctively.  "You're our guests, and guests
don't have to help clean up."

	"Yeah," Trey snorted, "and if my mother found out, I'd never be
allowed to go to anyone else's house ever again.  You talked to her.  You
should know."

	"My mom would be the same," Shy assured her.  "Besides, it's the
least we can do."

	"Well," my mother smiled broadly, "I just hope you can spend more
time with Palmer.  You could surely teach him a thing or two."  I blushed,
mostly because I had to admit that the thought of helping to clear the
table had never really occurred to me.  I didn't feel altogether
insensitive, though, as I knew my father wouldn't have thought of doing so
either, but was clearly shamed into helping by my awesome new friends.

	Between the five of us, we managed to take everything from the
table up the stairs to the kitchen in one trip, Mom remarking that many
hands made light work.  Since the plates were paper, and four of us had
drunk beer from cans, Mom having drunk wine, there were only utensils and
one glass that needed to be put into the dishwasher, meaning the clean-up
took no more than a few minutes.  My mom took two clean wine glasses from a
cupboard and poured white wine into both.

	"Your father and I are going to sit on the deck," she said, as she
handed Dad a glass.  "You can come join us if you like."

	"I think we'll go downstairs and hang out," I answered her,
shooting quick glances at the other two boys.

	"Have fun, then," my mom replied, she and Dad stepping out onto the
upper deck and sliding the door shut behind them.

	"So," Trey said, keeping an eye on my parents though the glass door
while sliding a hand down into the front of my trunks and gripping my
rapidly rising cock, "we're gonna `hang out' downstairs?"

	"Yeah, if you want," I said in a sarcastic voice, acting as if I
didn't care one way or another.

	"I think we have to," Shy piped in.  "You heard your mom say we
could teach you a thing or two."

	"Yeah, but" I replied in my best Inigo Montoya accent, "I do not
think she means what you think she means."

	"As you wish," Trey replied, clearly understanding and playing off
of the Princess Bride reference.  "So what do you suggest, Buttercup?"

	"You really wanna know?" I asked, in what I hoped was a seductive
voice.

	"You know we do," Shy replied impatiently.

	"I think you should go home," I told them, delighting in the
surprised, perhaps even shocked, looks on my new friends' faces.  Waiting
just one more beat, I continued.  "I think you should go home and get to
bed early.  Then, maybe later, say around 2 AM, you should come back over
here.  See, there's these two really hot boys who like to walk around the
beach naked in the middle of the night.  You wouldn't believe what I've
seen them doing.  Aaaand," I smiled, "they like peeping into peoples'
windows."

	"Funny you'd say that," Trey said without a pause.  "I hear there's
a tourist boy who likes standing on his deck naked, and jacking off where
anybody could see him."

	"Hmmm, that also sounds interesting," I smiled.  "But on second
thought, I think we need to go downstairs and help Shy out with his growing
problem."  Trey looked at Shy's white speedo where his short cock was
clearly straining to be free of the confining spandex in which it was
currently encased.  "Sorry to say we won't be able to go out on the deck.
My mom and dad could just look down between the boards and see me sucking
on Shy."

	"Oh, is that what's gonna happen?" Shy asked excitedly.  "Then
let's go!"  He took off down the stairs like a kid chasing a Good Humor
van.

	In under two minutes, Shy was lying naked and spread eagle on the
queen sized bed in the room across from mine, only because the window
blinds were already closed, so there was no risk of being observed from the
outside.  I asked Trey to stand by the door, which had no lock, just in
case my parents came downstairs for some reason.  Once all precautions had
been taken, I placed himself between Shy's outstretched legs and took the
boy's rampant little cock into his mouth, sucking for all I was worth.

	I kept tickling Shy's hairless balls and asshole while I sucked
him, eventually putting my finger in my mouth beside Shy's dick to slather
it with saliva.  I then pushed it into Shy's ass, delighting in the sound
of the younger boy's whimpering as I thrust it deep over and over again.
Before long, I was enjoying a dessert of Shy's sweet boy juice, as the
younger boy lifted his hips off the bed, shooting a surprisingly large load
into my willing mouth.  He shot a good three spurts before falling back
onto the bed, panting for breath.

	Still swallowing Shy's sweet cum, I climbed up to lay on top of
him, forcing his lips open with my tongue to kiss him deeply and
passionately.  Shy moaned in satisfaction and desire, exciting even more.
I ground hard cock against Shy's groin, eager for release.  Before long,
Shy pushed me away, his cock too sensitive for such abrasive rubbing.

	I then invited Trey to strip off and take Shy's place on the bed,
instructing the younger boy to take the lookout position.  In another
moment, I had another hot cock in his mouth, ravenously sucking and
licking, almost desperate to taste another load of juicy cum.  Unlike Shy,
Trey didn't wait until he was about to cum to begin thrusting his hips
upward.  Since it seemed Trey was willing to do most of the work, I wrapped
my arms around his hips and turned us both over, my legs hanging over the
end of the bed.  Now lying beneath him, I let Trey fuck my mouth from
above, while running my hands over Trey's smooth ass and down into his
crack, using a finger to tickle his asshole.

	In just a few more moments, I greedily sucked out Trey's cum and
happily swallowed everything he had to offer.  Once he'd finished, Trey
slid down and kissed me, his tongue sliding along my own cum-slicked
tongue.  Our groins ground against each other, and I felt as if I might cum
myself, if only from the friction.

	As if aware of my need, Trey and Shy once more traded places.  Shy,
who was still nude and again erect, told me to slide up to lie fully on the
bed.  Then he started to suck me gently, obviously not wanting to bring me
to a climax, but simply to lubricate my dick.  Then he raised himself,
moved forward on his knees, and began to lower his tight ass onto my cock.

	I nearly cried out as I felt myself pop into Shy's willing orifice.
As Shy lowered himself completely, I began thrusting upward, wanting to
bury myself as deeply as I could in Shy's boy pussy.  I could hear the
bedsprings squeak as I pushed again and again, wanting the moment to last
forever, but still wanting so badly to cum.  Nothing could stop me now.
Had both my parents walked into the room, I still would have had to finish
plowing Shy's hot, tight ass before dealing with the consequences.

	Suddenly no longer able to hold back, I felt my balls tighten even
more as my cock shot two, three, four blasts of cum deeply into the
beautiful, long haired boy who had haunted my thoughts for the last two
nights, and who had fulfilled all my fantasies in one day.  Exhausted, I
lowered my hips onto the bed, feeling as if I could sleep for three days
and still be tired.

	Leaning forward, Shy pressed his lips to mine, less passionately
than before, but more lovingly than I expected.  This was not an act of
sex, but an expression of affection, and I reciprocated, hoping Shy would
understand what I'd come to feel for him in such an admittedly short period
of time.

	"Don't you two go falling in love," Trey said in a mock warning.
"You'll be going back home, and I don't need a crying Shy on my hands."

	"If only," I replied, with a sincere feeling deprivation.  "Naw,
he's in love with you, Trey.  I'm just a sex toy."

	"Are not," Shy said with in uncharacteristically serious tone that
caught my attention immediately, and Trey's as well, judging by the look on
his face.  "I mean, you were supposed to be this morning, but now I think
we're really friends."  He stopped and his eyes went back and forth between
Trey's and my own as if he were watching a tennis match.  "Aren't we?"

	"Definitely," I nodded.  "At least I hope so."

	"We are," Trey agreed.  "Friends with benefits, like we used to be,
Shy, before I totally fell in love with you."

	"You're so gay," Shy snorted.

	"One hundred percent," Trey smiled.  "And it's all your fault.  How
could I not be gay once I saw your beautiful ass, and once you sucked on my
dick?"

	"Yeah, yeah," I interrupted in a gruff tone, "Hug, hug, kiss, kiss,
I love you, I love you, I love you.  We all get it."  Giving both boys a
smile to assure them I was teasing, I continued.  "Seriously though, get
dressed. My parents are probably wondering what we're doing down here
without going out on the beach."

	"Plus we need to go home and get some sleep," Shy said.  Or we
won't be awake at 2:00.  And we only have tonight and tomorrow."

	"Why?" I asked, forgetting the time of year.

	"Cause it's Labor Day, and we start school on Thursday.
Wednesday's the last day we can sleep in.  After Tuesday, we can't sleep
over at each other's places until Christmastime."

	"Well, maybe we can on weekends," Trey reasoned, "but not very
often."

	"So, I'm not going to see you after tomorrow?" I asked, feeling a
pit forming in my stomach.

	"Hey, we have tonight and all day tomorrow and the day on
Wednesday," Shy said, running his hand over my bare chest, raising goose
flesh all over my arms and legs.  "It'll be just like today."

	"And you're here for two weeks, you said," Trey reminded him.  "We
could visit a bit after school, and there's still next weekend."

	"Hey, that's a great idea!" I said excitedly, sitting upright on
the bed.  "What if you guys came and spent next weekend here?"  We have
tons of room!  I'll just tell my mom and dad that you'll share the other
bedroom.  They won't care.  They like you guys."

	"Mmmmaybe," Trey said, obviously giving the idea some serious
thought.  "It might only be one night, though.  I don't know what my
parents would say about Friday AND Saturday."

	"I got hippie parents, so they'll probably say something like,
`Whatever dude.  You do you,'" chuckled Shy.  "If I told them I didn't feel
like going to school for a week, they'd probably just say to follow my
heart or something."

	Trey and I pulled on our shorts while Shy slid back into his
obscene white speedo.  They both promised to ask their parents about the
next weekend, while I promised to do the same with my parents.  I presumed
that they would just go out the front door to jump on their bikes and go
home.

	"No way, dude," Trey said.  "We have to thank your mom and dad."
So we all padded barefoot up the stairs, intending to walk through the
great room and open the sliding door onto the deck.  We all froze when we
saw my parents, my mom sitting on my dad's lap, facing him and basically
making out.

	"Maybe I could just tell them you said thanks," I offered.

	"Nope," Shy said, moving forward again.  "My parents do that all
the time.  I'd never be able to tell them anything if I didn't interrupt
them."  As he pulled the sliding door open, I saw my mother look up, just
slightly surprised to see the speedo clad boy in the doorway.

	"I just wanted to say thank you before we leave," Shy chirped.  He
stepped out onto the deck and gave my mother a full on hug, or at least as
full on as it could be as she straddled my dad's thighs.  Since my dad was
still seated, Shy just shook his hand.

	"Well, you're most welcome, Shy," my mother said, very clearly
blushing from Shy's affectionate display, though still kissing him on the
cheek.  Shrugging at me, Trey stepped outside and also gave my mother a
hug, saying thank you as well and receiving his kiss, followed by a
handshake with my father.  "And you're very welcome, too, Trey.  I hope you
can both come by again while we're here."

	"I promise we'll cum as often as we can," Shy smiled warmly. I
could tell by the look on Trey's face that we'd both picked up on Shy's not
so subtle double entendre, which had clearly eluded my mother.  Thank God!

	As we went down the stairs to the front door, I looked at Shy and,
with the same accent as before, said, "I do not think that means what she
thinks it means."

	"Hope not," Shy replied, flashing a toothy smile.  "Just so YOU
know what it means.  See you later."  He stood on tip toes and gave me a
kiss, then slipped his bare feet into his sandals.

	Trey did the same, kiss and sandals, before saying, "So, what do
think the chances are that that yankee boy will be showing off his cock in
the middle of the night?"

	"I'd say better than average," I smiled.  "Don't ask me how I know,
but I have a feeling he'll be pretty horny around 2 o'clock in the
morning."

	"Didn't you say that was the same time those two boys come walking
down the beach naked?" Trey asked.

	"Yeah, I believe I did," I nodded.  "I wonder what the chances are
they'll be out tonight.  Imagine what would happen if they all saw each
other, out in the open, all of them naked... and with boners."

	"I can't imagine," Trey smiled.  "But it's supposed to be quite
warm, so I'd bet they'll be around.  We may have to drop by and see."