Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2018 21:40:18 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Autumn Postponed - Chapter Eleven - Gay > High School

Autumn Postponed - Chapter 11

Author's notes: Palmer's gambit pays off, and because of his bravery, he
and his friends make new friends from halfway across the world.

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FROM CHAPTER TEN:

	I guessed they were both young teens, maybe 13 and 14 years old.
Perhaps they were visiting the US from India, on a vacation with their
parents who for some reason, had chosen the Outer Banks as a destination.
That being the case, I arrogantly decided that there was no reason for us
to hide.  They weren't adults, and so, I reasoned, they posed no threat.
If they were visitors to the US, perhaps they wouldn't realize that boys
didn't always walk around naked on the beach at night.

	"Let's go say hi," I leaned over to bump against Trey.

	"What?" I heard both boys whisper back.

	"Yeah," I shrugged.  "What are they gonna do?  Let's just go see if
they freak out."  Not waiting for an answer, I stood up and began walking
down off the dune toward the water.

	"But we're naked!" I heard Shy whisper loudly, finally earning his
name for the first time since I'd met him.

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Chapter 11

	As I boldly walked on, I heard more whispers behind me, followed by
a rustling that told me Trey and Shy were following me through the grass.

	The two mocha skinned boys had, by now, pulled up their shorts,
covering their smooth looking asses.  They turned to the south and took a
step before the shorter boy looked over and saw us walking towards them.

	"Dev," the shorter boy said in a whisper, though loudly enough that
I could hear him quite clearly.  The taller boy turned, first to look at
him, and then to look where his eyes were focused.  I could see the older
boy's eyes widen as he saw us, three nude boys, walking towards them.

	"Hello," I smiled, waving while we were still a good ten yards
apart.

	"Hello," the older boy, Dev, replied, his voice none too confident.
Prem, the smaller boy, said nothing, but simply stared like a deer caught
in the headlights.

	"I'm Palmer," I said, holding out my hand as I approached.

	Dev took my hand, and replied, "I am Dev, and this is my brother
Prem."

	"Hello, Prem," I smiled, holding out my hand to the other boy.

	"But you are all naked!" Prem announced in a squeaky young voice,
as if the information would be news to us, his hand never moving from where
it hung at his side.  His brother lightly smacked the back of his head, and
he finally reached out and shook my hand, but quite limply, probably due to
his shock.

	"Oh, yeah," I answered apologetically.  "Sorry. It's just something
we like to do when everybody else is asleep."  I turned to look at Trey and
Shy, both of whom looked nearly as shocked as young Prem.  "This is my
friend Trey, and my friend Shy," I said, indicating with my thumb which was
which.  The four boys then exchanged hellos and handshakes.

	I could see Dev fighting the urge to look at our crotches, while
Prem stared shamelessly.  At that point none of us had erections, which I
couldn't remember ever happening since the first time we'd been naked
together.  I thought that maybe it made us appear less intimidating, if the
Indian brothers found three nude teenagers intimidating at all.

	Both brothers were, in my opinion, quite attractive.  All their
facial features, including very high cheek bones, attested to their shared
ancestry.  Their smooth chests and abs weren't so much defined as simply
free of body fat.  Their torsos were similar in that there was hardly any
variation in width from their armpits to their thighs.  Even their hipbones
seemed nearly nonexistent.  I wondered what was holding up their shorts,
but also noticed they were quite tight, almost as if they had grown out of
them since they'd last worn them.  Though nowhere near as revealing as the
speedos Shy preferred, Dev's and Prem's shorts bulged in front, just where
one would expect them to.

	"Are you naked all the time?" Prem asked, clearly undeterred by his
brother's physical reprimand after his last utterance.

	"Not all the time," Shy smiled, becoming more his ebullient self.
"It's just fun to do at night."

	"Of course," Trey now contributed to the conversation, "we usually
don't see anybody else this late."

	"I'm sorry if we've intruded," Dev said.

	"Hey, it's a free beach," Shy laughed.  "You're allowed to be out
here as much as we are."

	"Thank you," Dev grinned. "It is low tide," Dev explained, "and so
we came out to look for seashells."

	"Wow, you must really like seashells," Shy laughed.  "I don't think
I would be up so late to find any."

	"This is our first time visiting the North Carolina state," Dev
explained.  "We arrived just yesterday, and Prem and I fell asleep quite
early, before it was fully dark, even.  So we woke up about an hour ago,
and chose to take a walk.  I looked on my phone and saw that the tide was
low, and thought perhaps we might find some interesting shells.., or maybe
treasure!" he smiled broadly, obviously so that we would know the last was
a joke.  In the mercury vapor glow of the streetlamp, his teeth shown
bright white against the brown skin of his face, almost as if under a
blacklight.

	I'd never personally met anyone from India, and yet there was
something very familiar about both Dev's and Prem's accent.  It was not as
exaggerated or as stereotypical as the convenience store owner on The
Simpson's, nor as Americanized as Raj on The Big Bang Theory.  Still, I
associated their accents with something I must have heard on television.

	"So, where do you go when you come out so late... naked?" Dev
asked, clearly trying to be careful not to offend.

	"We were just walking down the beach a ways," Shy said, waving his
hand towards the south.  "We were initiating Palmer."  I had forgotten the
original purpose of this little nude stroll. "This is his first time."

	"His first time?" Dev asked.

	"Walking around naked," Shy smiled.

	"So you two do it often?" Prem asked, speaking as much to Shy's
cock as to his face.

	"Honestly," Trey butted in, "our first time was Saturday night, or
I guess I should say, Sunday Morning.  So it's not like we're always
running around naked."

	"We do like it, though!" Shy piped up.

	"You don't have skin on your ghanta," Prem said, confusing me while
earning himself another slap on the back of his head from his big brother.

	"What's a ghanta?" I asked.

	Dev hung his head.  "It's a word that children, who are too young
to know better," he glared at Prem, "use to refer to the penis."

	"The whole thing is made of skin," Shy said, not arguing, but
rather expressing his own confusion.

	"He means that you are all circumcised," Dev explained. "We are
Hindi, and our parents do not do that.  Some who are Muslim in our country
do."

	"Oh," Trey nodded.  "Yeah, I think a lot of people do in America.
Well, everyone I've seen in person, anyway."

	"Yeah, we've seen ones with skin online," Shy volunteered, and I
made a mental note to ask just where he'd seen such things.  "But none of
my classmates have a skin still.  At least the ones I've seen in the
shower."

	Both Dev and Prem stared at Shy, as if he'd suddenly started
speaking in tongues.

	"You bathe with your classmates?" Prem asked.

	"We take showers, yeah," Shy shrugged.  "Like, after gym class.  We
don't just do it for fun or anything."

	"I think our schools must be very different from yours," Dev said,
shooting yet another glance at his younger sibling, though Palmer suspected
that Dev had been as off put by the idea of class showers as had Prem.  "We
do not... shower with one another.  Prem and I bathe together, but we are
brothers.  Very young boys will sometimes bathe together in the river as
well, but once a boy is of age, he normally covers himself to bathe."

	"You wear clothes when you take a bath?"  Shy asked, echoing my own
question.

	"I'm sorry," Dev smiled, "I believe we sometimes say `bathe' when
you might say `swim.' It is for recreation rather than for hygiene."  He
paused for a moment, looking pensive, and then added, "But I suppose we use
the same word for washing our bodies.  I will try to more precise in the
future."

	I felt myself attracted to Dev, not simply because of his
attractiveness, but also for his willingness and desire to understand the
culture into which he was suddenly thrust.  He seemed to have completely
got over the fact that the three American boys with whom he was speaking
were totally naked.

	"Do you want to see?"  Trey, Shy, Dev and I all turned to stare at
Prem, whose sudden question caught me, and I suspected everyone else, off
guard.

	I could see that Dev was just about to say something, but Shy beat
him to the punch, saying, "See what?"

	"See my ghanta with skin on it." Prem explained.

	"That is not appropriate, Prem," Dev said quickly.

	"Why not?" Prem asked. "I can see all of theirs."

	"But you should not embarrass yourself," Dev answered, though I
strongly suspected it was his own embarrassment, and not Prem's, that
concerned the older brother.

	"They are not embarrassed," Prem answered.  "Why should I be?"  Not
waiting for an answer, Prem stuck his thumbs into the elastic waistband of
his tight shorts, and bent over to slide them down his slim, brown legs.
After stepping out of them, he stood up, holding his shorts in his hand, an
unmistakable expression of pride on his face as the rest of us stared at
his little, uncircumcised penis.

	I was now sure that Prem could not be more than thirteen years
old. His balls were not so small as to suggest they hadn't at least begun
to drop, but he hadn't a hint of pubic hair.  He almost seemed as
comfortable in his nudity as Shy often appeared to be.

	"Prem, you should cover yourself," Dev said, his voice clearly
tinged with anger towards his little brother.

	"Father always says we should try to fit in," Prem argued, waving
his hands towards Trey, shy and me.  "Why should I have clothes on when
they don't?  Why can't they see mine after I've seen theirs?"

	"It's just not right!" Dev insisted.  "It is their country, and
they can do what they like."

	"It's all right, Dev," Trey said quietly and consolingly.  "We
don't mind if he doesn't.  We're all boys, after all.  We all have the same
things down there."

	Dev looked none too convinced by Prem's or Trey's arguments.  "It
is just so different..." he said quietly.

	"Yeah," I said, nodding and smiling at Dev.  "One thing I can tell
you is that Shy and Trey are different.  But they taught me to be
different, too, and I'm really glad they did."

	"I-- I don't understand," Dev said, shaking his head.  At that
moment I remembered why his accent sounded so familiar.  I remembered the
movie I'd seen all those months ago, with the slim, blond boy standing nude
in a jungle, swiping water from his pale ass and legs, after having nearly
drowned in a swift moving river.  With him was an Indian boy who had saved
his life, who helpfully handed him a piece of cloth to cover himself, but
which the very American boy inexpertly wrapped around himself, leaving his
bare ass exposed, causing the young Indian boy to laugh.  He remembered
how, in the course of the conversation between the two characters, the
blond boy had used an American idiom, the Indian boy replying, "I don't
understand."

	I immediately wish I hadn't recalled that scene which, until I'd
spent a day with Shy and Trey, provided my most reliable masturbatory
fantasy fodder in recent history.  Though Prem didn't really resemble the
Indian boy from the movie, that scene nevertheless played out in my mind,
having its usual effect.  My cock began to rise for the first time since
Trey, Shy and I ran to hide in the high grass on the dunes.

	I was not alone, fortunately.  Shy seemed unable to tear his eyes
away from Prem's little cock.  I knew he was racking his mind to find a way
to ask permission to feel Prem's uncircumcised dick, while his own quickly
filled with blood, raising it within seconds to its full glory.  Trey,
perhaps entertaining a similar fantasy, also began betraying signs of
arousal, as his dick thickened and lengthened, soon becoming as stiff as
mine.

	As if determined not be outdone, Prem pushed out his hips, and we
all watched as his two inches of uncut little dick grew to nearly four
inches of formidable stiff boy meat.  Prem reached down and, with a quick
tug, no doubt born of practice, slid the skin back and exposed the dark
head of his dick, his foreskin staying in place as he proudly leaned back,
exposing himself to the appreciative leers of my friends and me.

	"Dude, that is so awesome," Shy said in obvious awe.  His eyes
flicked between Dev and Prem, as he asked, "Could I... touch it?"

	"Shy!" Trey reprimanded his boyfriend, apparently finding no
further argument against suggestion.

	"What?" Shy said defensively. "I just want to see how that skin
works."

	"I do not mind," Prem smiled, turning to face Shy and sliding his
foreskin back over his glans. "You can feel me if you want to."

	"You must not, Prem!" Dev commanded.

	Prem looked unmoved by his brother's authoritative voice.  "I am
only being friendly with our new friends." He took a step toward Shy.  "You
may touch me if you like."  With an expression bordering on awe, Shy
reached out with both hands, gently squeezing and fondling Prem's cock.
"Would you like to pull my skin down?" Prem asked.

	"How?" Shy asked.  Prem reached down and placing a finger and thumb
on top of Shy's, he used Shy's fingers to reveal his cock head.  "Awesome,"
Shy whispered, as he began slowly sliding Prem's foreskin up and down,
showing and hiding the head a few times, while the younger boy, obviously
happy for the attention, giggled quietly.

	I saw that Trey was fascinated as he watched Shy play with the
Indian boy's stiff little dick.  The five of us stood there in the middle
of the beach, four of us naked and erect, one still wearing shorts and...

	And erect as well!  Dev's tight shorts gave clear evidence of his
uncut boner pointing upward against his abdomen.  He had a strange
expression on his face as he watched his little brother being so
appreciatively handled. Had it been anyone else, I might have thought it
was desire.  Then again, perhaps he was jealous that his little brother was
receiving the treatment he'd have liked for himself.

	Betting on the latter, and inspired by Shy's audacity, I stepped
over to stand beside Dev, saying quietly, "Could I see what yours feels
like, Dev?"  Dev turned to look at me, his pupils perfectly centered
withing the whites of his wide eyes, made more distinct by the deep tan
color of his face. Hoping I might have correctly read his true desires, I
added, "You can feel mine, too, if you like."

	For a moment that felt like an hour, Dev simply stared at me.  Then
I saw his head and eyes move downward as he examined my straining erection
with no attempt to conceal his curiosity.  I'd never really thought about
what my dick might look like to others, aside the the common
self-consciousness about size.  I looked down as well, noticing a shiny
drop of precum sitting precariously on the tip.

	We both turned our eyes up again at virtually the same time. I
could see what I interpreted as the slightest of smiles playing at the ends
of Dev's lips.  Without another word, he bent over, sliding his own tight
shorts down his legs.  Leaving them on the sand, he stepped out of them,
now even more bare than I, since he wore no watch.

	"I would like that, I think," Dev said, fixing me with a hopeful
expression.  Accepting his permission with a smile, I looked down and
reached out with both hands as Shy had done, and began to fondle Dev's
dark, intact penis and the tight balls.  I could feel Dev shiver a bit as I
slid his foreskin down, exposing his slick shiny glans to the elements.  He
had obviously been producing precum as well, which had collected beneath
his foreskin.  I then started moving the skin up and down just as Shy had
been doing with Prem's dick.

	Dev reached around my arm to begin fondling my cock with his right
hand.  I sucked in a deep breath, causing him to pull back.  Smiling, I
informed him that I was all right, and asked him to continue.  He again
began feeling me, seemingly fascinated by the edge of my dick head, that
flared just slightly wider than my shaft.  He slid his fingers just beneath
the head, which had always been the most sensitive part of my cock.

	I pulled back my left hand, while with my right continuing to
stroke Dev's cock.  Stepping closer so that our dicks almost touching, I
reached around to feel his ass.  His wasn't as firmly muscled as Shy or
Trey's, but the skin was every bit as soft.  After a moment, Dev leaned in
a bit, causing and our hands and dicks to rub together from time to time.
I looked up once more to see Dev staring at me, and we both smiled broadly.

	I suddenly felt a hand sliding over my buttocks, and I turned to
see Trey looking over my shoulder, watching me jack off our new Indian
friend.  As if even more stimulated by Trey's attention, Dev let loose with
a long moan, and without any further warning, a thick stream of cum shot
out of his dick, landing on both our hands and dicks. More dribbled out and
covered my hand, while I continued to slide his foreskin up and down.

	Eventually, Dev took hold of my wrist, wrenching my hand off his
sensitive cock.  After taking a breath, he resumed stroking me, his own cum
lubricating my cut cock as he did so.  Trey, already knowing what I liked,
slid a finger through the cum gathered in Dev's crotch, and then began to
push his slippery finger into my boy pussy.  I moaned, spreading my legs to
give him total access, of which he took full advantage, driving his finger
home in one quick thrust.

	It only took another fifteen seconds or so before the combined
stimulation of Dev's hand and Trey's finger to bring me to the wonderful,
awful point of no return.  I panted out a few grunts as I shot two spurts,
and then dribbled the rest of my load over Dev's hand.  I allowed Dev to
keep stroking me until I could no longer stand it, and then pushed his hand
away.

	I turned to see Prem staring at his older brother's cock, looking
entirely shocked.  He was so shocked, in fact, that his hand had frozen in
mid stroke on Shy's cock.  Shy, who was much less easily caught off guard,
continued sliding the younger boy's skin over and off his acorn-like dick
head.

	Turning back to Dev, I saw a strange expression pass over his
features.  His eyes were wide open once more.  He almost looked as if he
might cry.

	"I am sorry, Palmer," he said, turning his face to the ground.  "I
should not have done that.  Please forgive me shaming myself like this."

	"You're sorry?" I asked, doing my best not to laugh, since it was
clear Dev was being serious.  "Why?  I'm not sorry at all.  I liked what we
did.  A lot!"

	"But it is shameful to do such things," Dev insisted.

	"I don't think so," I replied, at first feeling offended, as if Dev
was saying I should be ashamed as well.  Taking a moment to think about it,
I reminded myself that Dev was of another culture and religion.  Then
again, I could think of many friends from back home who would also feel
ashamed, just for having given another boy a hand job.  "We've done it
loads of times, and we don't think it's shameful at all."

	"I think you must be very lucky," Dev replied, looking up with
excess moisture in his eyes.  "I have no one I can enjoy such pleasures
with, except..."  For some reason, Dev cut himself off in mid sentence.

	"Except who?" I asked, rather unchivalrously.  I should have known
Dev would be further embarrassed to reveal with whom he might have
experimented with in the past, perhaps more so because his little brother
was listening.

	"Except me," Prem said suddenly, earning a scorching look from his
big brother.  Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong about the reason
for Dev's verbal edit.  Even overlooking the boy-on-boy action, I thought
that brother-on-brother incest must be a cross-cultural taboo.  Most of my
friends who had brothers could barely tolerate them.  I doubted that, if
any of them were interested in boys, they'd indulge in any sort of sexual
play with their brothers.

	"Really?" Shy asked Prem, clearly unaware of Dev's discomfort over
the revelation."

	"Yes, we often please one another with our--"

	"Prem!" Dev said suddenly and loudly.  "You should shut your
mouth!"

	"It's all right, Dev," I said, trying to sound consoling.  "It
doesn't bother us if you and Prem... enjoy this sort of thing with each
other."  I smiled, glancing over at Prem, whose cock was still in Shy's
had.  "If I had a cute brother like him, I might do the same.  Especially
if we took baths together."

	"Seriously, dude," Trey backed me up, standing beside me and
putting his hand on my shoulder.  "It would be so nice to have somebody at
home that you could... y'know, do stuff with." He looked at me and
shrugged, not sure whether or not what he was trying to say was what Dev
heard.  "And I'll bet we do a lot more stuff than you and Prem do."  I felt
Trey's right hand slide down my back to grip my left buttock.

	It was at just that moment that Prem was finally brought to his
climax by Shy's ultra-slow masturbation.  He whimpered much like Shy
himself did in the throes of an orgasm, and pushed his hips forward,
basically fucking Shy's fist.  I could see not even a hint of liquid on the
tip of Prem's cock, which would have been obvious as Shy was holding the
boy's foreskin back.  I began to think that maybe I had overestimated
Prem's age.  It was possible he could be a mature looking twelve, or that
he might actually be thirteen, but perhaps his balls had not yet fully
developed.

	"Did you like that, Prem?" Shy asked, at least half sarcastically,
no doubt thinking he already knew the answer.

	"It was like going to heaven," Prem sighed, looking down at his
dick as if he couldn't believe it could have produced so much pleasure.

	"Ha!" Trey laughed.  "You gotta admit, Shy, that's the best
compliment you ever got for a hand job. Imagine what he'd say if you sucked
him!"

	Dev looked past me to stare at Trey who still stood just behind me
and to my left.  "You... do you mean he... pleasures you with... with his
mouth?"  he almost sounded as if the words were choking him as he struggled
to spit them out.

	"Oh," Trey said, suddenly sounding unsure of himself.  "Well, yeah,
we do that.  Sorry.  Does that gross you out?"

	Since I could think of no way to lighten the moment or ease the
conversation, I simply stayed quiet, watching Dev's face undergo a slow
transition as new thoughts and various emotions churned inside of him.

	"No, I do not believe it `grosses me out,' if I understand the
meaning correctly," Dev said slowly and quietly, as if double-checking
every word before he spoke it.  "It is just... not something I have
experience of."

	"Neither did I until yesterday," I piped up, thinking it to be just
the sort of thing needed to make Dev feel more comfortable.  I began to
think that his discomfort wasn't based on any aversion to the idea of a
blow job, but rather his interest in the subject.  I noticed that his skin
covered cock, which had gone almost completely flaccid after I'd beat him
off, was now pointing almost straight out, clearly on it's way to another
full erection.  "And I can tell you, it's fantastic, whether you're giving
or getting.  Well, that's what I think, anyway."

	Dev opened his mouth as if to speak, but was shut down by a loud
engine sound, followed by another mechanical whir, and then some banging
noises.  I knew exactly what I was hearing, and immediately brought my arm
up close to my face so I could read my watch.  What I'd heard was a garbage
truck, moving down the beach road, it's robotic arms grabbing each trash
can and lifting it to dump it into the large bin on it's back.  Why they
had to pick up trash so early was beyond me, as I'd often been awakened by
the sound of the truck in the wee hours.

	"Shit, guys," I said, "It's after 3:00! We've been standing out
here naked for like forever!"

	"Yes, come Prem," Dev said to his brother.  "We must get back
before father or mother discover we are gone."  He reached down to pick up
his shorts, shaking the sand from them and them stepping into them, his
re-inflated cock clearly outlined in the fabric.

	Prem dressed as well, and then held his hand out to each of us in
turn. "It has been a great pleasure meeting you all."

	"Yeah, it's been great," Shy smiled.  "Maybe we can see you again
before you leave."

	"I would like that," Dev smiled now, seeming much more comfortable
now than he had when we'd met.

	"Where are you staying?" I asked, wondering how we might arrange to
meet again.

	"Down that way," Prem answered, pointing south.  "Our house is very
near that pier, but is across the road."

	"Cool," Trey nodded.  "If the weather is good, maybe we can all
walk down there tomorrow.  It's our last day off before school."

	"Not me," I teased.  "I'm here and free for two weeks."

	"You dick," Shy growled.

	"We are here only until Sunday," Dev replied.

	"Maybe we could all go and swim at your house, Shy," Trey said, the
thought clearly having just occurred to him.

	"We could do that," Shy nodded quickly.  "Would you be allowed to
come to my house?" he asked the two visitors.

	"I believe we would be allowed, but I do not know where your home
is," Dev said.

	"Yeah, I know," Shy laughed.  "We would come to your house and show
you the way.  Do you have bikes?"

	"Yes," Prem chirped, "Our father rented bikes for the entire week."

	"Great!" Trey said enthusiastically.  "Do you have a cell phone?  I
could text all three of our phones, and then we'd have your number and you
would have ours."  Dev bent down to the pail he'd been carrying, and
removed a phone in one of those heavy-duty waterproof cases.  Trey texted a
"Hi" to himself, and then handed me the phone.  I did the same, as did Shy.
"There, now you can text us and we can all text you.  Do you know the
address of the house you're staying at?"  Neither of the boys knew the
address, but Dev knew the color of the rental company sign and the number
on it.  "I think I know what company that is, so we'll be able to find it,"
Trey said confidently.

	We all bid each other goodnight, and Prem and Dev turned to walk
down the beach, and we started back to the north, the warm southerly breeze
tickling our bare asses.

	"I wanna try sucking Prem," Shy said to neither of us in
particular. I glanced over and saw him fingering his hard cock as we
walked.  "I wonder what it's like to have an uncut dick in your mouth."

	"Eh," Trey shrugged.  "I definitely think I like looking at cut
dicks more.  Maybe I'm just used to it."

	"Well, I'm like Shy," I said.  "At least I wanna try it.  Think Dev
would let me?"

	"Oh hell yeah!" Trey snorted.  "Didn't you see his face when it
came up?  I think he might even want to try doing it.  I wouldn't be
surprised if him and Prem did it when they get to their cottage."

	"Yeah, well I need one right now," Shy said, holding his dick in
his fist.  "Let's get back to your place so we can do something before we
have to leave."

	"Last one there gets fucked," Trey shouted, running up the beach.
Shy and I gave chase, though I suspected Shy made sure he'd be last.  We
snuck inside to my bedroom and, trying our best to be quiet, Trey and I
took turns collecting our reward from Shy's tight ass.  He didn't seem to
mind, especially after I sucked him once more before they both had to
leave.  I stood outside watching their pale asses disappear, hoping they'd
again make it home without getting caught.  I went back inside, locked the
outside door and my bedroom door, and climbed onto my bed naked, planning
to jack off one more time, but instead falling asleep almost immediately.

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