Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2018 14:38:16 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Autumn Postponed - Chapter Thrirteen - Gay > High School

Autumn Postponed - Chapter 13

Author's notes: Palmer's day remains bright as all five boys enjoy the fact
that even a rainy day on the Outer Banks is not without its charm...

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FROM CHAPTER TWELVE

	Looking up into Dev's face, seeing there an expression of what I
chose to interpret as contentment, I congratulated myself for having put
the lessons Trey and Shy had so recently taught me to such good use,
feeling as brilliant as my parents seemed to believe I was.  If they only
knew.  Actually, I believed my father had an inkling of what use to which I
might have already applied my formidable intellect.

	Hearing a groan from behind me, I was not entirely surprised to
turn and see Prem on his knees between Treys legs, sucking the older boy's
cock for all he was worth.  Clearly, the best education was accomplished
through example.  Judging from Trey's loud moans, as he obviously fed Prem
his first load of the day. I was, apparently, a better teacher than I might
have previously imagined.

******t of sex
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Chapter 13

	I dropped onto my haunches, then flipped out my legs to sit on the
carpet at Dev's feet.  Looking up at him, I smiled as I wondered what sorts
of thoughts might be caroming through his mind.  I didn't have to wonder
for long.

	"I... I had heard such things were... possible," he said softly,
almost pensively, "but I never understood why anybody would... want to."

	"The flavor is strange, but not unpleasant," I heard Prem say from
behind me, and turned to see him stand and then sit beside Trey.

	"I'm glad, little man," Trey smiled, softly running a hand over
Prem's thigh.

	"I must reciprocate, now," Dev said, looking none too sure of
himself.

	"You don't HAVE to do anything, Dev," I assured him.  "Look, I did
it because I really wanted to, `cause I like you, and," I smirked to add,
"because you have that skin none of us have."

	"I would like very much to feel it," Prem said excitedly.  "And I
have skin there, too."

	"All right," I smiled at him, moving to stand.

	"No way," Shy said quickly, dropping down off the sofa to sit on
the floor.  "Bring that little ghanta over here, Prem."  Prem giggled and
came over to stand between Shy's legs.  It quickly became clear that Prem
was a little taller than Shy had estimated, and so he raised himself up
with his legs folded under him to bring his face more on a level with
Prem's crotch.

	"Oh, that is like heaven!" Prem announced to the ceiling as Shy
began licking his small shaft and hairless, olive-sized balls.  He reached
down to take hold of Shy's head, sliding his hands up and down, drawing up
Shy's long hair, and letting it cascade back down again and again.

	Obviously bored with foreplay, Shy suddenly engulfed Prem's firm
little staff, splaying both his hands on Prem's bum.  Prem began thrusting
his hips, no doubt at the direction of Shy's hands.  I looked up and saw a
curious expression on Dev's face.  It wasn't disapproval or disgust.  If
anything, I might have called it affection, or perhaps a look of joy and
pride, like I'd seen before on Trey's face as Shy fucked me up the ass.

	"Palmer," Dev said suddenly, a note of urgency in his voice, "would
you please come and stand here." He slid forward on the sofa and indicated
the place between his knees.  "I REALLY want to," he added with a wide-eyed
smile, assuring me that this was not just some form of repayment.

	I stood where he requested, embarrassed to see a drop of pre cum
fall off the tip of my dick onto the carpet.  The sight did not seem to
deter Dev in the least, however, and he reached around to pull me forward
by my buttocks. I took a step, quite happy to comply, and was rewarded by
the feeling of Dev's hot, very wet tongue exploring my dick head and just
below it, always one of my most erogenous of zones.  I don't know if it was
his desire to please me, or his own desire for the taste of my dick, but
Dev gave me a treatment far and beyond anything I'd ever received from
either Trey's or Shy's tongue, talented though they were.

	Just then I heard Prem making a mewling sound, as if he was feeling
that unique pleasurable torture most boys his age only found in the grip of
their own hands, but that Prem now knew was best when shared. As if newly
motivated -- or perhaps reminded -- by Prem's soft squeals of pleasure, Dev
suddenly slipped his lips down the length of my cock.

	"Oh, Dev, Dev," I said quickly, "watch your teeth, all right?  Just
curl your lips over them, and use lots of spit, OK?"  Dev took direction
well, and soon I felt nothing but pleasure as I took control, allowing Dev
to relax a bit as I slid myself in and out of his now very wet, very warm
mouth.  "Yessss," I hissed, unable to turn away from watching my dick
sliding into the mouth of a boy I hadn't even known twelve hours ago.

	"I can't... I can't... I can't..." was all I heard Prem say before
his thin hips began thrusting spasmodically, rather than with the longer
strokes indicative of an older boy, more accustomed to expelling semen.  I
had to admit that watching this youngster's first blow job orgasm helped to
hasten my own.  I even felt jealous of Shy, but then reminded myself that I
had enjoyed the privilege of receiving the same from Prem's big brother,
who was now about to receive mine.

	Since Dev had given me fair warning, I thought it only proper to do
the same.  "Dev... dude, I'm gonna cum.  You might wanna stop."  I felt
Dev's grip tighten defiantly on my ass, making it impossible to pull away
from his mouth even if I'd wanted to, which was, quite frankly, the LAST
thing I wanted to do.  Knowing he was aware of the consequences, and that
his little brother had also accepted a load from Trey, I could think of no
other reason to hold back.

	I might have moaned aloud, but I couldn't be sure.  All I did know
is that it felt as if a month's worth of cum was pumping out from somewhere
much deeper inside than my balls.  I could feel the suction of Dev's mouth,
his lips sealed around my shaft while his tongue continued to
simultaneously please and torment the ridge of my dick head.  He
reflexively leaned back as I thrust forward, as if determined that my cock
would stay just as deeply in his mouth as he determined it should be.

	Finally the moment passed, and Dev released my hostage dick.  I
stood for a few seconds, and then my knees buckled and my legs crumpled
beneath me.  Dropping to the floor, I kicked my legs out and lay flat,
breathing deeply to repay the oxygen debt that nearly every muscle in my
body had run up.  Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that it was Prem
who had laid down beside me, and I could feel his small hand stroking my
sweaty chest and abdomen.  So spent was I from his big brother's blowjob
that even when he got close to my cock, there wasn't even a slight
stirring.

	"I think you might have killed him, Dev," I heard Trey chuckling.

	"That is only appropriate revenge for what he did to me first," Dev
laughed.  It was, in fact, the first purposely humorous thing I'd heard him
say since we'd met, and the first time I heard him actually laugh out loud.
Clearly a bit of sex helped him to relax, and perhaps we were finally
seeing, not the good son or the protective brother, but the true Dev.  I
think I liked him.

	"OK, Shy," Trey said stepping up to take Shy by the hand, "you've
been a very nice host, right, Prem?"

	"Oh, he has been a most gracious and generous host," Prem giggled.

	"Then I think he deserves a little reward," Trey smiled at his best
friend.  "What say I show these boys how it's done, eh?"  Trey took Shy
over to the empty sofa.  He laid lengthwise, placing a few throw pillows
behind his head.  "Give my face a nice fuck, Shy," he said, laying his head
back.  "You'll wanna watch this, boys.  Shy's very good at it."

	Shy didn't immediately take Trey up on his offer.  Instead he lay
fully on top of the older boy, grinding their bodies together.  Then the
two of them began to kiss one another passionately, their fingers running
each other's hair.  When they parted just enough, I could see their tongues
darting about, like some sort of lingual wrestling match.

	Though I'd seen them make love many times in the past few days,
what I witnessed now was an act of true romance.  This was not about lust,
but about love between the two boys, worthy of poetry or song.  It was as
if the rest of us weren't even there.  For Trey there was only Shy, and for
Shy there was only Trey.  This was true lovemaking, both of their bodies
entirely involved and, most likely, their souls as well.

	After what seemed like an hour, but was probably about five
minutes, I saw Trey push on Shy's chest to raise him up.  With no words
needed, Shy scooted forward with his knees on either side of Trey, until
his firm dick pointed down into Trey's face.  Trey reached up to take Shy's
bum in his hands, and then began licking Shy's most intimate parts.  Soon
Shy's cock and balls shone slickly with Trey's saliva.

	When Trey finally pulled Shy in closer, Dev, Prem and I watched
Shy's dick slide smoothly into Trey's waiting mouth.  Trey, Shy and I had
sucked each other to climax probably dozens of times by then, and I'd often
seen Shy pump himself feverishly into his lover's mouth, but this was
something different.  It wasn't so much because of the technique, but
rather the care each boy showed the other, and how, even though Shy was in
what appeared to be a very dominant position, I never got the idea that
Trey was in any way subordinate.  Only in a sixty-nine position could it
possibly have looked more equal, more united and uniting.

	Shy slowly lowered himself and slowly rose again while Trey's lips
kept a tight grip on his dick, and his hands slid over the younger boy's
bum.  From my position, I could see that Trey had a finger at, if not in,
Shy's tight little hole, and I knew just what a sensitive area that was for
the gorgeous little blond I had fallen for at first sight.  Still, Shy did
not allow himself to become so overstimulated as to forget it was his best
friend's face into which he was sliding the full length of his boyhood.

	Oddly and uncharacteristically, Shy emitted no whimper, no sob, no
squeals or squeaks.  He simply drove himself, slowly and relentlessly,
again and again into Trey's willing, hungry mouth. Shy kept looking
underneath himself, obviously wanting to watch his dick being repeatedly
sucked in between Trey's wet lips.  Every few thrusts, I could see Shy's
ass quiver with pleasure, and I assumed Trey's tongue was hard at work,
though hidden from view.

	I was surprised when, after what must have been a full ten minutes,
Shy pushed forward once, with a low pitched "Aaah," and then stopped.
Then, after several seconds he pulled back, only to drop his hips again,
remaining in place for a few more seconds, and ten lifting himself again.
Once more he dropped, completely obscuring Trey's face from view between
his pelvic bones as he delivered, what I presumed to be, his third and last
dribble of cum onto Trey's tongue.

	It was some time before I could turn away to look at Dev and Shy,
who were both now kneeling on the floor for a better view.  Both had looks
of undeniable wonder one their faces.  After all they'd experienced in a
few short hours with us, their lascivious American friends, they seemed
stunned at what they'd just witnessed, unabashedly staring with wide eyes
and open mouths.

	Before long, Shy raised himself up, his now totally flaccid dick
looking shriveled, like a button mushroom.  Shy slid himself back down,
again sharing a passionate kiss with the boy whose mouth had provided him
with such an incredible orgasm.  We all watched as Trey shared Shy's own
cum with him, their tongues again swirling about in an enticing dance, both
tasting the fruits of their shared efforts.

	"And that, gentlemen, is how we do that," Trey chuckled.  Geek that
I was, I immediately caught Trey's "Apollo 13" reference, having no choice
but to mentally agree with him.  I knew intuitively that, unless I ever
found a real boyfriend, the likes of which Shy and Trey had found in one
another, I'd never really know just how fulfilling a blow job could be.

	Not without effort, Trey swung his legs around and forced himself
into a seated position, Shy sitting next to him and leaning in to rest his
head on his boyfriend's chest.  Dev, Prem and I sat on the floor, clearly
unsure of what might happen next.  Fortunately, Shy broke the tension.

	"Is anybody hungry?" He asked, jumping up as if he'd just been
awakened from a nap.  "Let's go upstairs and find some food."

	As if we'd all agreed, he took off for the stairs and his white ass
disappeared within seconds.  He called back, telling us to grab some more
beers.  I looked at Dev and Prem, shrugged, stood, and went to the fridge,
tossing a beer to each of my friends, while grabbing one for myself and one
for Shy.  Then I took off after him, my re-inflated cock bouncing obscenely
in front of me.  When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Shy already in
the kitchen.  I looked behind me to see an equally erect Dev, followed by
his little brother, and then Trey.  It seemed Shy was the only one with a
flaccid dick, which was rather unusual for him.

	Shy waved us all to the four counter stools, two on either side of
the kitchen peninsula.  "So let's see what we have," Shy said, as he opened
the freezer, standing on tip toes to see inside.  "There's a ton of chicken
nuggets, some corn dogs, and a couple pepperoni pizzas," he offered as
alternatives.  I saw an uncomfortable look pass between Dev and Prem.  But
before I could ask what the problem was, I heard a distinctive and familiar
ringtone from another room.

	"Shit," I said quickly, "I think that's mine."  Remembering that my
cell was still in the outside leg pocket of my cargo shorts, I ran to the
front entryway, digging through the pile of clothing until I found my own
shorts.  Struggling with the buttons, I finally retrieved my phone, seeing
on the caller ID display my father's cell number.  "Hi, Dad," I said after
hitting the call answer icon.

	"Hiya, son," my Dad replied cheerily.  "Are you boys having a good
time?"

	"Yeah," replied, worried that if I said more, I might somehow
expose just how good of a time we'd been having.

	"That's good," my dad replied, obviously distracted by the message
he'd called to convey.  "Listen, buddy, we've had a bit of a change of
plans on this end.  Your friends' mother has been sharing recipes with your
mother, and since it's still pissing down rain, they've decided we'd all
have a late lunch here, trying some Indian food."

	"Uh, great," I replied, not being able to think of anything else to
say.

	"So, anyway," my father continued, "we're all going to take a trip
to the store for supplies and then come back and whip something up.  Would
you like us to stop by and pick you all up so we can all eat together?"

	NOOOO! My head screamed, but I contained myself long enough to
reply, "Nah, that's all right, Dad.  We're just making lunch here now."

	"Yeah, that's what I figured," my dad snorted. "But you know your
mother.  She insisted I call to make sure.  I told her you guys didn't want
to hang around with us old folk when you had a whole house to yourselves."

	"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I chuckled, once more grateful for
my father's understanding, even if he hadn't enough information to fully
understand.

	"That's fine," my dad replied, in such a way as I could almost hear
the grin on his lips.  "Well, you boys have a good time, and call when
you're all ready to come home."

	"I will," I replied, actually feeling my eyes beginning to tear up.
I just KNEW my father realized how important this time was for me, and was
touched by his understanding.  "Thanks, Dad.  I love you."

	"You're welcome," he replied, "And I love the hell outta you, son."
I wasn't entirely sure why my father's somewhat customary response to my "I
love you" filled my heart so powerfully, and made my eyes so moist.  All I
knew was that if I spent too long thinking about it, I'd be in tears when I
returned to the kitchen.  So I took a deep breath and made to hit the call
end icon.  Before I'd reached it, however, I heard my father's voice
shouting, "Palmer!"

	"Yeah, I'm still here," I answered quickly, raising the phone to my
ear.

	"Oh good," he replied.  "Listen, you are aware that Dev and Prem
are vegetarians, right?"

	I paused a while before a I said, "Uh, no, I didn't know that.
Thanks for the heads up."

	"Oh, speaking of which," my father said quickly, "did you remember
to talk to Shy about how his white speedos --?"

	"Shut up, Dad!" I cut across him, giggling.  "I love you. Goodbye,"
I added, trying to make it clear the call was over.

	Chuckling again, my father concluded by saying, "I love you more,
son.  Be good, or at least be careful."  Before I had the chance to
respond, I could hear the unmistakable sound of the call being ended from
the other end.

	I wasn't sure I could explain it to myself.  All I knew was that I
could barely see for the tears in my eyes, due to my affection for my
father and his intuitive understanding.  I knew I couldn't return to my
friends looking as if I'd been crying, at least not without having to
explain it to them.  So I stood there for a few moments with my phone to my
ear and my back to the kitchen, pretending the call was still active, while
frantically trying to wipe the moisture from my eyes.

	After a few more minutes and a deep breath, I looked into the
mirror hanging in the front hall.  Though I'd managed to banish most of the
tears, my eyes were a bit red. I knew they would stay that way longer than
I had time to concoct a reasonable excuse for not returning to my friends.
Fixing a cheerful expression on my face, I focused instead on the news that
Prem and Dev did not eat meat, explaining the look between the brothers
after Shy had announced the various food options available.

	By the time I got back, I heard Dev completing a sentence he'd
begun while I was still out of earshot, "...I don't mean to be rude or
ungrateful."

	"Dude, it's no big deal," Shy replied cheerily.  "My hippie mom is
a vegetarian, too.  I know she's got something in here you'll be able to
eat."  I knew then that my news was no longer news.  He opened the fridge
and bent over to look inside, giving us all a lovely view of his round ass
and the puckered pink spot that had provided me so much pleasure over the
last few days. "Me and my dad and my brother are all carnivores, but she
won't even eat fish."  After another few seconds, he all but shouted,
"Aha!"

	Shy brought a large plastic bowl and set it on the counter, pulling
off the lid.  Inside I could see what looked like a lot of noodles mixed
with a variety of vegetables.  Dev and Prem both smiled, apparently pleased
that their hunger could be safely sated due to Shy's mother's predilection
for things that grew from the dirt.  For my part, I agreed with my father
who often turned down vegetables, saying, "That's not food, that's what
food eats."

	Soon there were chicken nuggets and corn dogs warming in the oven,
while a sizable portion of the vegetable noodle option rotated in the
microwave.  We all cracked open our beers and chatted while the food
heated.  I shared stories of what my part of the United States was like,
and how I was home schooled, unlike Trey and Shy, or even most boys my age.
Dev and Prem said that it was almost like how they were educated, in very
small classes handled by tutors, but that it was not the norm in their
country.  It was mostly because their parents were rather wealthy, and
could be particular about their education.

	Soon the timers were beeping, telling us the food was ready.  Shy
put out paper plates for himself, Trey and me, while using "real" bowls for
Prem and Dev, explaining that the noodle dish might be too wet for paper.
He placed the bowl in front of the two foreign boys, with a large spoon for
them to help themselves, while he and I piled chicken nuggets on our
plates, and Trey claimed the corn dogs he'd requested for his own.

	I watched Prem and Dev each take a bit of the noodle dish on forks
and taste them.  They gave each other a look, which was nothing like
enjoyment.

	"What's wrong?" Shy asked immediately.

	"Nothing is wrong," Dev said quickly.  "This is most kind of you."

	"Oh, c'mon," Shy said with a hint of amused exasperation.  "You
obviously don't like it.  I'm sure I could find something else for you."

	"It's just not very... flavorable," Prem said, which earned him yet
another scorching look from his older brother.

	"Hey, moron," Trey spoke up, directing the insult to Shy, "didn't
you ever eat Indian food?"  He turned to Dev and Prem and asked, "I'll bet
it's not spicy enough, right?  Where's your mother keep her spices, Shy?"
Shy pointed to a corner cupboard, and Trey walked over and opened it.  He
returned to the peninsula with a number of small canisters.  "Here ya go,"
he said to the two Indian boys, "try some of these.

	I saw both boys sprinkle a fair portion of curry powder on their
noodles, and then taste them again.  Then Dev picked up the cayenne pepper
and sprinkled a fair portion before handing it to Prem, who did the same.
Soon they were both obviously enjoying the veggie noodles as much as the
rest of us were enjoying our less animal friendly entrees.

	While we ate, Shy, who stood at the end of the counter, since we
were short one stool, began regaling our guests with the story of how we'd
met such a short time before, with Trey and I adding our own bits.  Both
Indian boys eyes widened as I shared my first experience with the two local
boys, albeit from a hiding place.  Trey claimed that they had seduced me
the next day, while I countered with my own story of how I had lured both
boys up onto the deck, and knowingly let them watch me pleasure myself
while speaking their names.  Once more I got to hear Dev laugh heartily
when I told him how I knew Trey and Shy were outside my window, and how I
had described everything I'd like them to do to me, and everything I'd like
to do to them.

	The laughter faded a bit when I mentioned that, though alone, I had
begged Trey to fuck my ass.  I immediately felt as if I'd committed a
horrible faux pas, certain that the idea of ass fucking was far beyond what
either boy was prepared to consider.  I was quickly disabused of the
notion.

	"So it is pleasurable?" Dev asked.  "It is something that you
enjoy, if another boy... places his penis inside of you?"

	"Oh, dude," Shy responded in my stead, "if it's the right boy, and
you are really ready for it, it's the best!"

	"He's right," Trey added.  "And if you're the one doing it to the
other boy, there's nothing that feels better."

	"But doesn't it hurt?" Prem asked.

	"It could," Trey answered honestly, "like if you're not ready, or
somebody just sticks his dick in you when you don't want it.  But me and
Shy have been doing it for a while, and we know how to make it feel really
good.  Don't we, Palmer?"

	"Oh gawd yes they do!" I smiled.  "I wasn't sure I'd like it
either, even though I really wanted to try it.  But Trey knew how to make
it easy for me.  I loved it my very first time.  And Shy has done it in me,
too, and I like that too."

	Both boys fixed the three of us with a look of incredulity. I could
understand that, if they'd never even heard of such things before, that the
suggestion of taking pleasure from another boy's dick up one's ass would
sound a bit incredible.  And had Trey and Shy not taken the time and care
they had with me, I doubt I would have enjoyed it half as much as I had
during my first time.

	"But if it's something that scares you, I don't think you should do
it," Trey said.  "You can't really like it if you don't want it.  I knew
Palmer wanted to because I heard his say so.  Even then we had to get him
ready."

	"But how does it feel," Dev began, clearly intrigued, "when you put
yourself inside another boy's bottom?"

	"It's the best," Shy said simply.  "It doesn't feel like anything
else.  I read stuff online where even straight guys say they fucked a lot
of girls, but that it still feels better to stick their dicks in a boys
ass.  Something about it being tighter."

	"I have never had relations with a girl," Dev said, totally
unsolicited.  "I wonder if that feels good."

	"Me neither," Trey shrugged.  "I don't know how it could feel
better, though.  I think it's more about what you like... or whether you
like boys or girls."  He looked at Shy and said, "I know I'd never like sex
with a girl as much as I like it with Shy."

	"Me too," I added, not wanting to be left out of the conversation,
mostly because I was hoping mine would be the first ass into which Dev
would insert his uncut cock.  I was already the one he'd remember as the
first boy to such his dick, now I wanted him to return to India, always
wishing he could fuck my ass again.  "And I really like Trey and Shy
fucking me."

	"All right," Shy said, suddenly standing up straight.  "Is
everybody done eating?"  He asked Prem and Dev specifically if they'd like
more, claiming that if they ate more of his mother's vegetarian noodles,
she'd be less likely to try and force them on him.  When they both insisted
their bellies were full, Shy started collecting plates and flatware.  Soon
we were all on our feet helping with the cleanup.

	Sometime during the cleanup, I saw Prem walk to the sliding glass
door, peering outside into the rain that was falling so heavily as to
almost hide the pool from view.  "It is sad it is too cold to bathe," he
said to no one in particular.  Since we'd all been schooled on what the
word "bathe" meant to the Indian boys, I knew he meant swim.

	"Yeah, it's a great pool," I said.  "I went in the other day."

	"Naked," Shy snorted.

	"You bathed in the nude... outside?" Dev asked in disbelief.
"Could you be seen?"

	"Damn right, he could be seen," Trey laughed.  "The neighbors could
see him easy if they were looking.  Don't know if they did, though."

	"Be great today, though," I said casually.  "No one would be able
to see me in this rain.  Too bad it's so cold."

	"I want to!" Prem said suddenly, his stiff little cock now bouncing
with excitement.

	"No, Prem," Dev said correctively.  "It is too cold to swim."

	"OK," Prem smiled, "I will just run around the pool and come back.
Before his brother could prevent him, Prem unlocked the door and slid it
open.  He then ran outside, becoming almost invisible before he'd reached
the other end of the pool.  Soon he was on his return trip, and he stood
under the patio room, hugging his chest and shivering from the cold.

	Shy quickly ran to the laundry room and returned with a large
towel.  He held it open and allowed Prem to walk into it, while he wrapped
up the shivering, giggling boy and began rubbing him all over.  At one
point he had Prem spread his legs and threaded the towel between them,
flossing his butt crack dry.  He then crouched down and had Prem lift each
foot, making sure they were dry as well.  By the time he'd finished, the
rest of us stood there staring, our cocks at attention, as if offering a
silent standing ovation for Shy's performance.  After Shy returned the damp
towel to the laundry room, Trey led the way back down to the basement game
room.

	With full stomachs, we divided ourselves amongst the various pieces
of furniture.  Dev sat at the end of the sofa where he'd received and given
his first blow jobs.  Shy boldly lay face up on the same sofa, laying his
calves across Dev's thighs.  Dev simply smiled and began massaging Shy's
feet, who practically purred with pleasure.

	Prem joined Trey on the love seat, not beside him but actually
climbing into his lap. Trey smiled and sat back, pulling Prem's head onto
his chest and gently stroking his hair. Left on my own, I simply flopped
face down on the remaining sofa, one leg hanging over the side.

	"What can we do now?" Prem asked, sounding a bit lethargic, no
doubt due to the combination of that morning's activities, a full stomach,
and his impromptu sprint around the pool.

	"I wouldn't mind another beer," Trey said.

	"I'll get `em," I said quickly, thinking it somehow wrong to break
up the lovely image of Prem in Trey's lap.  I went to the fridge and
struggled to carry five cans without dropping any.  Soon I had distributed
a beverage to everyone without incident, and without a dissenting word from
Dev.  I went and sat on the sofa, casually fondling my semi-erect dick,
mostly because I had a free hand with which to do so.

	"But can't we do more... you know?"  Prem pleaded as much as asked.

	"Yeah, we can do lots more `you know,'" Shy snickered.  "But do you
want to do more of the same, or do you want to learn something else?"

	Prem lifted himself from Trey's chest, looking suddenly recharged.
"What else can we learn?  Does it feel good?"

	"Little dude, it feels the best!" Trey told him, obviously aware of
where Shy had been leading.

	"I want to do it, then!"  Prem insisted, sliding out of Trey's lap,
to sit next to him.

	"Whoa, not so fast!" Trey chuckled.  "You don't even know what
we're talking about."

	"You are talking about `fucking the... `butt,' yes?"  This time it
was Dev who spoke, certainly catching me off guard and, I suspected, Trey
and Shy as well.  "I confess I was not very sure at first, but we have all
become very fast friends, and I know anything you teach us will not be
harmful, and will likely be enjoyable."  He paused while a sly smile played
about his lips.  "And besides, though I have never taken part in such
activities before, I may not be as ignorant as you might think."

	"I never said you were ignorant," Trey said quickly, sitting
forward with a worried look on his face.

	"Oh no, my friend," Dev replied, equally quickly, "I did not mean
that you have, in any way, insulted me!  I merely mean to say that, while I
have never... enjoyed being with other boys in this way, I am not unaware
of how boys can please one another.  It is not entirely dissimilar to the
way a boy and a girl might enjoy one another."

	"Holy shit," Shy said, a clear note of awe in his voice, "So, you
know what we're talking about, and you're OK with it?  I mean, you're OK
with Prem... y'know?"

	"I cannot say for certain, but I can only think of one other way we
haven't enjoyed one another," Dev smiled.  "And I think that, knowing Prem
as you do now, you would understand that, if I forbid him to do anything,
he wants to do it all the more."  He looked at his little brother and then
added, "Perhaps, though, you could explain it to him so he understands."

	"Yes, I want to know!" Prem bounced in his seat.  "Please tell me,
Trey," he begged, rubbing a hand on Trey's bare thigh.

	"Better yet, let's show `im," Shy jumped up.

	"No, wait," Trey said quickly.  "He's pretty young yet.  You can't
just..."

	"Don't be an idiot," Shy laughed.  "I wasn't talking about doing it
Prem.  Well, not yet, anyway."  He turned and looked at me.  "But maybe me
and Palmer could show him what how it works."

	"I'd be up for that," I smiled at Shy.  "Which way?"

	"Well," Shy said, standing up and walking over to a large padded
ottoman which he slid into the middle of the room, turning it on an angle
to the two sofas.  "You could kneel down next to this and lay over top of
it, then I could kneel behind you and..."

	"Yeah, I get it, I said, standing up and grabbing a throw pillow,
which I set on the ground next to the ottoman.  I directed Prem to sit next
to his brother on the sofa, and then knelt down on the pillow, draping my
upper body across the ottoman.  From there, I knew Dev and Prem could see
me a little from the side and a little from the back.

	I saw Trey walk over to the end table next to the sofa where I'd
been sitting.  He opened the drawer and took out a small bottle, then
escaped my field of vision as he walked behind me.  "All right, Prem, watch
carefully," I heard him say.

	"Spread your knees out, Palmer," Shy instructed.  I asked him for
another pillow so that I could put one under each knee, and then I spread
myself as far as I could while still being comfortable enough to hold the
position for as long as it might take.  I looked over at Dev and Prem, both
of whose eyes were focused on my now exposed butthole.

	I hissed a little as I felt a cool, slippery liquid flowing down my
butt crack to my hole.  A moment later I felt a finger swirling around my
sphincter for several long seconds before it began penetrating me.  I
pushed back just enough to open myself to the anal invasion, and then
relaxed as, what I presumed to be Trey's finger, fucked me, feeding my ass
an appetizer that only made it more hungry for Shy's dick.  Just to make
Trey work for it, I didn't make a sound until his fingertip touched my
prostate.  Without having to pretend, I moaned in pleasure from the
manipulation.

	The finger was withdrawn while Trey spoke to Prem as if teaching a
class. "It's not really a nice word, but what Shy is going to do now is
fuck Palmer.  That means he's gonna put his dick into Palmer's ass hole."
I watched Prem climb down from the sofa to kneel behind me, no doubt
seeking a better vantage point.  Dev stayed on the sofa, but slid down to
the nearest end.

	As soon as it touched me, I knew that Shy's dick had already been
well lubricated, no doubt with Trey's willing assistance.  In such a short
period of time, I had become so accustomed to taking a cock up my ass that
I had no trouble letting Shy penetrate me all the way to the hilt.  But
instead of pounding me deeply and quickly as he normally did, Shy started
sliding in and out of me agonizingly slowly, somehow managing to drag his
cock over my prostate with nearly every other stroke, causing me to gasp
and quiver each time it happened.

	Turning my head back and to the side, I looked at Dev, whose
attention seemed riveted on my ass.  Soon, however, he looked me in the
eye.  I smiled and then glanced down at his stiff cock sticking up
obscenely out of his lap.  Then I looked back into his eyes, hoping he
understood what I was non-verbally trying to convey.  Judging from the way
his face morphed from confusion to surprise to desire assured me he
understood I wanted the same treatment from him that I was currently
receiving from Shy.

	Soon enough, I could tell by the way Shy began pounding himself
into me that he was approaching his orgasm.  I hoped he finished soon, only
because he was still poking my prostate, and I didn't want to cum unless I
had Dev's cock in me.  As if fulfilling that desire, I felt Shy's pelvis
push firmly against my cheeks for several seconds as he unloaded his first
shot into my bowels.  He repeated the same motion two more times, finally
laying himself on my back and licking the back of my neck, raising goose
flesh all over my body.  After a minute or so he lifted himself and
withdrew his cock, rubbing my ass as he did so.

	Maintaining my position, I looked over at Dev and asked, "Who's
next?"

	"Why not both of them?" Shy asked.  He walked around the ottoman to
kneel on the other side, draping his body over it as I had done, but in the
opposite direction.  I had a wonderful view of his beautiful round bottom
curving up from the deep curve of his lower back.  "Can you help them both
get ready, Trey?"

	Soon Trey had resumed his lesson, positioning Dev and Prem on their
knees behind me and Shy respectively.  Again I felt the slippery lube
rolling down my crack, and heard Trey explaining to Dev how to finger me.
I didn't really think it was necessary, as I was sure Shy's dick had opened
me sufficiently.  Still, teach a man to fish, right?  He would, after all,
be returning one day to India, and he'd need to know these things if he
ever had the opportunity to share his knowledge with a boy he found
attractive and willing.  As I felt Dev's finger exploring inside of me, I
watched Trey walk around and kneel beside Prem, showing him how to lube
Shy's ass as Dev was doing to mine.

	"Aw."  Shy lifted his head and turned around to look at Trey.  "We
forgot to teach them rimming!"

	"Still could," Trey shrugged.

	"Naw, not with all the lube in there," Shy reasoned.  "Maybe next
time."  He laid back down on the ottoman, smiling as he felt Prem's finger
wiggling around inside of him.

	"All right, guys," Trey continue his instruction, "get up on your
knees and move get right between their legs.  Now hold onto your dick with
one hand so you can point it right at the hole; press it right against
there, Prem."  Prem giggled, no doubt feeling the most naughty he had all
day as his little tip pressed on Shy's hole.  "Now start pushing, but go
slow.  You don't want to hurt them."

	I looked over my shoulder and told Dev, "You really don't need to
go too slow.  I'm pretty stretched already."  Taking my comment at face
value, apparently, Dev began to push.  I had little trouble opening for
him.  He only paused a second when he felt himself pop inside of me.  I
wondered if my sphincter pushed his foreskin back as he pressed forward,
burying his full length into me with one, slow thrust.

	Hearing me moan, Dev asked, "Have I hurt you?"

	"Shit, no!" I said. "It feels awesome!  Now start fucking me, OK?
Just like Shy did."

	And fuck me he did!  Dev seemed to have some sort of natural talent
when it came to giving me pleasure, making me more happy than I'd ever been
to be the bottom.  I'd always enjoyed my times with Trey and Shy, but I
knew from the beginning that I preferred the feeling of my dick sinking
balls deep in one of their asses, more than one of theirs in mine.  Not
that I disliked the reverse, but I certainly had a preference.  But there
was something so unique about what Dev was doing, or maybe how he was doing
it, something that made me love it!

	I looked down towards Shy's ass and saw Prem moving back and forth
in quick short thrusts.  I turned back to catch Shy's attention.  When he
looked at me, I mouthed the words "bunny fuck."  Shy snorted and
nodded. None of this seemed to be transmitted to Prem, who had his eyes
tightly shut as he energetically slapped his pelvis against Shy's lovely
bum.

	Suddenly I felt Dev lay down on my back, his breath warm in my ear
as he whispered, "I think my time has come.  Should I take myself out of
you?"

	"No," I answered gruffly, overtaken by lust, "leave it in.  Give it
to me.  Gimme all of it."  Dev lifted himself back up, and his motions sped
up for a few seconds, and then I felt him expend himself in three long,
deep thrusts.

	Much as he'd done when I sucked him off, Dev very loudly and
vocally expressed what he was feeling, though not in any recognizable
language.  It would, I thought, be very difficult to have sex with him if
one wished to remain undiscovered.  If we'd been doing it in my bedroom at
the cottage, no doubt my parents would have come running, one dialing 911
while the other checked the contents of the first aid kit.

	Finally depleted, Dev once again lay down on my back, panting in
shallow breaths, while still pressing his hips against my ass.  We were
both sweaty, and his chest slid against my back as he kissed the back of my
neck and ran his hands up and down the length of my arms.  We stayed there
for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of our skin
moving against our bodies.  Soon, much too soon for my taste, I felt Dev
pull his hips back, his now flaccid dick pushed out by my own muscles as
much as by own his withdrawal.  As he lifted himself off my back, the
conditioned air felt shockingly cool on my sweaty back.

	As my senses expanded beyond my own skin, I became aware of the
ottoman moving beneath me.  Tilting my head up, I saw Prem still pounding
against Shy.  I looked down at Shy and said, "Still?"

	"Again." Shy grinned.  "I don't think he even got soft.  He cummed
once, took a breath, and then just kept goin'."  Almost as if he'd been
listening, Prem appeared to reach his second orgasm inside Shy's ass,
flinging his hips forward and his head back so forcefully that I feared he
might give himself a serious whiplash!  "Holy shit!" Shy exclaimed as Prem
shoved forward so hard that the entire ottoman, along with Shy and me, slid
a few inches.  I watched Prem drop forward onto Shy's back, and heard Shy
ask, in a very snarky voice I knew would be wasted on Prem, "So, did you
enjoy that, Prem?"  Prem, who seemed quite winded, had either not heard, or
didn't have the breath to answer, Shy's sarcastic, and purely rhetorical
question.

	Pushing myself up with my hands, I knelt for a minute or two before
deciding to stand up.  As I struggled to get to my feet, I felt Dev's hands
in my embarrassingly sweaty armpits helping me up with surprising strength.
I turned around to see him giving me a look on unabashed affection, as if
I'd given him a great gift.  Truth be told, I was the one who felt gifted,
but I wasn't about to argue as Dev leaned in and, quite passionately,
planted a long, soft kiss on my lips.  Then he wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me into a warm embrace, pressing the side of his face to mine.
Needless to say, the same embrace brought our bodies into contact again in
a very stimulating way.  I couldn't stop my cock from responding, though I
felt as if my obvious erection was ruining a very touching moment.

	"Thank you, my friend," Dev whispered in my ear.  "I cannot say how
very happy I am that I met you.  All of you."  Turning his face to mine
again, he leaned in for another kiss.  I reciprocated, this time pushing my
tongue against his lips until he opened his mouth, letting his tongue meet
mine.  I was immediately aware of two things: first, Dev had very soft
lips, and second, if you french someone who's eaten cayenne pepper at
lunch, you can taste it, and it still burns a little.  Deciding I could
handle a bit of spice in my life, I put my hand on the back of Dev's head,
mashing our lips even more firmly together.


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