Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 13:47:23 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Autumn Postponed - Chapter 14 in Gay > High School

Autumn Postponed - Chapter 14


Author's notes: The rain continues, but provides the perfect opportunity
for the boys' new friends to discover yet more ways to enjoy the company,
and the affection, of other boys.

But all good days must come to an end, much to Palmer's chagrin.

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FROM CHAPTER 13

	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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Chapter 14


	I was distracted away from kissing Dev when I heard giggling from
behind me.  Somehow Shy had managed to push Prem onto his back on the
ottoman, and was tickling him mercilessly.  Prem kept trying to push Shy's
wiggling fingers away, but each time he managed, Shy simply chose another
spot anywhere between Prem's neck and balls.  It seemed as if the boy
didn't have a non-ticklish inch of skin.

	Dev and I stepped back from one another, and I noticed Trey sitting
on the sofa, fingering his stiff cock.  I realized that he was the only one
left who hadn't had a chance to be satisfied since lunch.  Inasmuch as he
had directed a fair amount of the action, and had helped prepare our two
new guests for what could arguably be called the most remarkable experience
of their young lives, it simply seemed unfair.

	Even as I congratulated myself for the "sacrifice" I was about to
make, asking Trey to fuck me, I was pre-empted, and in a surprising way.

	"Trey, will you... `fuck' me now?"  We all spun to see Prem, still
lying face up on the footstool, tilting his head back to look at Trey.  "I
want to know what it is like."

	"Oh no, little man," Trey chuckled.  "I don't think that would be
good for you yet."

	"Why not?" Prem asked, flipping over and sitting on the end of the
ottoman so he could speak to Trey more comfortably.  "Shy says it doesn't
hurt, and you didn't get to do it yet.  And nobody... `fucked' me yet."

	"Maybe you should ask Shy," Trey reasoned.  "I think you'd like it
more with him."  I knew immediately why Trey was so reticent.  Out of the
three of us American boys, he had the largest cock.  I mean, he wasn't
huge, and he maybe had all of about a half inch on me.  He was a bit bigger
around, though.

	"But Shy already fucked Palmer," Prem argued. "And so did Dev, and
I fucked Shy.  It's your turn now. Dev, tell him it is OK."

	"I am not certain, Prem," Dev said, not in the authoritative voice
he tended to use when directing or correcting his little brother, but
clearly trying to sound reasonable.  "You are still quite small, and it
might hurt if he... I mean, his is rather large..."

	"But Shy isn't much bigger than me, and he says Trey fucks him many
times," Prem replied, beginning to sound petulant, as befitting his age.
"I can let him try, and if it doesn't fit we will stop."  Dev eyes flicked
between Trey and me, as if asking us either how to argue with Prem, or
whether or not it would be all right.

	With unquestioning trust in Trey, I said, "Well, Trey, you remember
my first time.  You helped me get ready so that it didn't hurt at all.
Maybe, y'know, with the candle and all..."

	"Are you serious?" Trey asked, his voice increasing in pitch and
volume.

	"That's a good point, Trey," I heard Shy's voice from behind me.
"Besides, maybe when they get home, Prem and Dev will want to know how to
help another boy learn how to do it.  So if we show them..."

	"I don't believe this," Trey said quietly, his eyes scanning all of
our faces.  Still his stiff cock belied his reticence, and he looked at the
cute little boy from India.  "Are you sure, little dude?  You have to be
real sure before I... before I even THINK about... doing it with you."

	"I am very sure," Prem smiled, as if knowing he had won. He stood
up and, pushing both me and his brother aside, stood in front of Trey and
wrapped his arms around him, saying, "Please show me how, Trey."  Watching
Trey's face was like watching the walls of some medieval castle crumbling
beneath the onslaught an advancing army's catapults.

	With a giggle, Shy said, "I'll get the candle," running up the
stairs to his bedroom, and to whatever hiding place held that wax taper
that had, mere days ago, helped me to take Trey's hard cock up my ass.

	"Candle?" Dev asked, looking at me with uncertainty.

	"You'll see," I assured him with a smile.  "But I promise you no
one is going to hurt your brother in any way, all right?"

	"Yes," Dev nodded with a smile, "I know that you are all our good
friends, and you would not hurt Prem or me."

	"Never," I smiled back, stepping forward and wrapping my arms
around Dev's hips, rubbing his smooth ass as I kissed him again.

	Shy came bouncing back into game room, waving the white candle that
had played such an important part in my first time being butt-fucked by
Trey.  I still recalled with pride how I had easily taken eight inches of
that ersatz wax dildo inside myself, still willing to take more.  In that
instant, I knew I wanted to be involved in whatever we needed to do to
prepare Prem to take Trey's dick into his virgin bum.  Yes, part of it was
quite prurient, but another part was to make sure that Prem was treated
with great care.

	Shy then took the lead.  He first grabbed several more throw
pillows, stacking them on one end of the ottoman.  Then he led Prem to
kneel down and lay his upper body across the footstool, with his thin legs
hanging down.  While the pillows raised his ass high, opening him rather
well, Prem could barely even touch the floor with his toes.

	"This isn't gonna work," Shy said, reviewing the results.  "I think
Prem just needs to be on the floor."  He made Prem stand up and took a
couple pillows, setting them strategically on the floor.  Instructing Prem
to kneel down on the carpet, he then told him to bend over and rest his
crossed arm on the pillows.  I immediately understood that he was doing
what he and Trey had done with me, putting Prem on the floor in the same
position I'd been in on Shy's bed the first time Trey fucked me.

	I had to admit Shy's idea was the best.  Once he'd directed Prem to
spread his legs, his brown puckered asshole was fully exposed and available
for penetration.  My cock filled with blood at the sight, knowing that
Prem's ass, soon to become a boy pussy, would be incredibly tight even
after the same sort of preparation mine had received.

	"OK, Dev," Shy said finding and handing the bottle of lube to
Prem's big brother, "take this and drip it into Prem's crack."  He pointed
to show Dev where he should begin.  Dev took the bottle, flipped the top,
and turned it upside down, dripping the thick liquid at the top of Prem's
ass crack, from where it flowed down to his hole.  "Now put some on your
finger," Shy continued, watching Dev do so, and then added, "Now put your
finger at his hole and see if you can stick it in."

	There was something oddly erotic about watching Dev fingering his
little brother's asshole, especially when he finally penetrated him, with
Shy kneeling down to explain to Prem how to force his ass to open for his
brother's finger.  Both boys looked surprised at the result, and it wasn't
long before Dev's index finger slid in completely.  Shy told Dev to slide
his finger in and out, curling it downward to see if he could find a small
bump in his brother's ass.

	Prem made a whimpering sound.  I was sure it wasn't from pain, but
rather from the stimulation he felt as Dev found his prostate gland.  I was
more convinced that was the case when Prem rocked backwards, as if seeking
more penetration.  I couldn't help but wonder if Dev would be able to set
aside enough of his inhibitions to be able to make use of this technique
once the brothers had returned to India.  After having fucked me, I doubted
he could go long before asking his little brother to provide the same
service.  Of course, much might depend on how much Prem enjoyed having
Trey's cock up his ass.

	Trey and Shy continued their double-team prep work, Trey
instructing Dev to insert two fingers while Shy kept reminding Prem to
relax.  But when Trey told Dev to try separating his fingers, Prem nearly
leapt forward, no doubt from the increased pressure on his prostate.

	Eventually, Trey told Dev to remove his fingers, and then asked me
to hand him the candle.  Trey explained the purpose of the wax taper, and
then pour some lube onto it, handing the bottle back to Dev so he could add
more to Prem's hole.

	"See that line there?" Trey asked Dev, pointing to a circle that
had been scratched into the wax.  "That's how far we got it into Palmer."
I laughed, not knowing that my achievement had been carved in wax.

	"I coulda done more," I said smugly.

	"But this works good because it's almost as big around as my dick,
so it'll really help Prem get ready," Trey explained.  "Do you want to put
it in, Dev?"

	"No, my friend," Dev said quickly.  "I think you know the best way,
and I wouldn't want to hurt Prem."  Trey nodded and lined up the candle
with Prem's hole.  I had to admire Prem as I watched the candle slide
smoothly and deeply, without the slightest sign of discomfort from the
small boy.  Dev pointed, showing me that Prem had taken the candle as
deeply as I had.  For several moments, Trey slid the taper in and out,
while Shy explained to Prem that that was what Trey's dick would feel like.

	When Prem insisted he was ready for the real thing, Trey slid the
candle out of his ass, which I noticed stayed open for a few seconds before
irising shut again.

	"One more time, Prem," Trey said, "Do you really want me to do
this."

	"Pleeease," Prem replied.  "I really want to now."

	Shy stayed in in front of Prem while Dev and I sat on the loveseat
to watch from behind as the young boy received his first proper fucking.
And proper it was.  Trey was at once gentle, but also capable of giving
Prem what he soon began asking for, more force and more speed, a.k.a
"harder and faster," which was how Prem put it.

	I glanced up at Dev, who looked as if he couldn't believe the
person on the end of Trey's cock was his little brother, despite the fact
that he'd been so actively involved in Prem's preparation.  Now he watched
the small brown body rocking with each of Trey's thrusts as if he'd never
seen that body before.

	What really struck me as odd was that, while he was usually quite
loud when plowing Shy or me, Trey was simply leaning over Prem, quietly
encouraging him and telling him how well he was doing and how hot and tight
his ass was.

	Whether he was turned on by the feelings or Trey's words, I
couldn't say.  All I knew is that Prem looked up at Shy and said, "Shy,
will you please sit here on the floor.  I would like to have you in my
mouth, too."  Shy, never one to turn down another blow job, quickly dropped
to the floor, spreading his legs on either side of Prem's forearms.  Prem
leaned further down and started to slide his enticingly pink lips up and
down, in rhythm with Trey's thrusts.

	A little more loudly now, Trey said, "All right, Prem, I'm pretty
close to cumming.  Do you want me to take it out?"

	"No, we do not take it out," Prem corrected him.  "I want that part
of you inside me, too.  But you must stop for a bit.  I want both you and
Shy to give me your juices at the same time."

	Not being able to resist, I leaned over to Dev and whispered, "Your
brother is really something else."

	Dev chuckled a bit and replied, "I am not certain that can be my
brother.  I would never believe he could behave in this way."

	"Bet he'd say the same about you," I snickered.  "You have to
admit, you've both seen each other a lot differently since we met."

	"Indeed," Dev nodded, his eyes wide and his eyebrows arched.  "This
has been a rather bizarre holiday."

	"Yes it has, my friend," I agreed, putting an arm around Dev's
shoulder. "Yes it has!"

	"OK," I heard Shy say quickly, "I'm gettin' close now."

	"Go again, please, Trey," Prem asked, polite even when trying to
speak around a dick in his mouth, and skewered by another in his ass.  Trey
resumed his fucking, rocking his hips back and forth, setting the pace for
the blow job at the other end.

	"Shy, you ready?" Trey asked, trying to grant Prem's wish of
synchronizing his orgasm with Shy's.

	"Yeah, like a few seconds," Shy replied.

	"Ready, Prem?"  He asked the young provider of such pleasure.

	"Mmm mmm," was all Prem could manage, but he nodded his head when
he moaned it.

	"Count it down, Shy," Trey instructed.

	"K," Shy nodded.  Looking down, he took hold of Prem's head with
both hands and began, "Ten... nine... eight..."  I didn't believe for a
second that Trey and Shy could so accurately sync with one another that
they could possibly insure they'd shoot at the same time.  I should have
known better, especially having seen the depth of the relationship they
shared, and in which I had been allowed to play, but only as a guest.

	"Three... two... one... BLASTOFF!" Shy announced, and he started
lifting his ass off the carpet, closing his eyes and tossing his head back
as he unloaded himself into Prem's mouth.  While it might not have begun at
the exact same second, Trey very soon began his customary four long, slow,
thrusts, which was all the evidence needed to prove that he was blasting
whatever seed remained in his balls after our morning of sex deep inside
the young boy from India.

	The three writhing figures eventually began to pull away from, and
out of, each other.  Shy immediately helped Prem turn and then perch
himself on the ottoman, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his
waist.  The two youngest boys in the room leaned against one another, each
smiling contentedly.

	Dev and I sat on the loveseat, from where we'd watched the
three-way action play out, leaning against one another.  The arm I'd put
around his shoulder had since slid down to his waist, and I was simply
enjoying the contact.  I began to enjoy it all the more as Dev's left hand
crept into my crotch and I felt myself being fondled again.

	"Mmmm, that feels nice, Dev," I purred, pressing my face into his
neck and taking his his scent.  I licked and kissed the soft skin there as
Dev slowly stroked my rejuvenated cock.

	"I think it is now time for you to... `fuck' me," Dev said.

	"Why?" I asked, wondering why he presumed that was on the menu.

	"Well, it is proper," Dev replied.  "I have fucked you," he was
clearly not comfortable with the `F' word, but seemed to have none other to
use, "Prem has fucked Shy, Shy has fucked you, and Trey has fucked Prem.  I
am the only one who has not learned what it is like to be fucked."

	"And you don't have to," I said, turning to fix him with a serious
look.  "Listen Dev, I know this is all really weird for you.  Fuck, it was
weird for me when Shy, Trey and I first got together.  But I knew I liked
boys a long time ago, and I really wanted to do sexy stuff with them."  I
made sure he was looking at me before I added, "And I really wanted Trey to
fuck me that first time.  I didn't do it because they let me fuck them, I
just really wanted them to do it to me.  I wanted them to put their
beautiful dicks in me every time."

	"Yeah," Trey said, walking over to stand beside the loveseat next
to Dev, "we don't care about any of the payback shit.  You never have to do
anything with us just because we did let you do something to us.  That
ain't how it works with us."

	"'Cause we're friends," Shy said quickly, wrapping an arm around
Prem.  "Friends don't have to pay back.  You shouldn't do anything unless
you really, really want to."

	"Or UNTIL you really want to," I added.  And just because he was
close enough, I leaned in and kissed Dev on his cheek.

	"Thank you, my friends," Dev said, his voice sounding just a bit
choked, and the one eye I could see looking slightly more moist that
normal.  "I feel ashamed that my younger brother is more courageous about
such things then I am."

	"Dude!" I heard Trey exclaim just before he moved around to the
front of the loveseat and crouched down in front of Dev, looking up at him.
"We only met you this morning!  You stood out on the beach totally naked
and let Palmer jack you off until you came!  Then you came over here and
you let him suck you and you sucked him!  You don't have anything to be
ashamed of!"

	"But Prem is..."

	"Prem is younger than you," I interrupted. "He doesn't have to
think so much about not doing something `cause it might not be `the right
thing to do.'  He was just excited to try new things.  You're the big
brother, so I guess that means you have to protect him and yourself.  Of
course you'd think twice.  Prem's not being braver than you, he's just
being a kid!  But that's OK, `cause he has a smart big brother to look out
for him."

	"But he never listens," Dev snorted.

	"He would have if you hadn't really trusted us," Trey said wisely.
"And WE would have listened if you'd told us to stop, no matter how much
Prem begged."

	"I still don't know how I knew you to be trustworthy," Dev shook
his head.  "Even last night, when I was really quite scared, I let you... I
took off my..."

	"Well," I said, trying to sound reasonable.  "I guess when you see
three naked boys walking right up to you, it's safe to assume they have
nothing to hide."  Allowing a grin to stretch my lips, I added, "I mean,
where would we hide it?"

	"That is a good point," Dev laughed.  "Or it might simply have been
that seeing you all naked simply overwhelmed me so much that I did not how
to resist."

	"That's even better," Shy piped in. "You just thought our naked
bodies were so hot that you didn't know what you were doing!"

	"Yes, that might be nearer the truth," Dev grinned at Shy.  "And
Prem talked all that morning about how much he liked seeing you naked, and
being naked himself with you touching him."  He glanced at his little
bother, and said, "I think he might like being naked with boys more than
girls."

	"Would that be a bad thing?" I asked, wondering just where Dev's
attitude might rest when it came to his younger brother.  It was one thing
to experiment on holiday with a few American boys.  It might be another
thing entirely to discover that his little brother was unequivocally gay,
preferring relations with persons of his own gender, rather than the
opposite.

	"It would be difficult for him," Dev said.  "I believe it is not
always a thing accepted in your country either, yes?"

	"True dat," Trey nodded, a serious look clouding his face.  "It's
hard to believe sometimes what happens to people just because they're gay.
It's a little easier here, but other parts of North Carolina, and other
parts down south, it's a lot worse."

	"Hey, it's not exactly easy up north," I assured everyone.  "Just
because people talk a good game doesn't mean they walk the walk."  Seeing
the uncomprehending look on both Dev and Prem's faces, I explained,
"They'll say that they accept people being gay, but then they'll still make
fun of someone if a gang of people are picking on somebody else who they
say is gay.  It might not even be true.  They'll do it anyway."

	"Yes, I understand what you mean," Dev said, nodding.  "It is not
so different in my country.  One often hears of physical violence suffered
by those suspected of such attractions.  It is thought shameful, and such
persons are often separated from the community."

	"What about you, Dev?" Shy asked.  "I mean, I know maybe you were
just trying this stuff, but do you think you're... do you say `gay' in
India?"

	"We do," Dev smiled, "along with some other words I will not teach
you, because they are so rude."  I suspected his explanation was intended
more to give himself a moment to think rather than to answer Shy's
question.  "If I had to say at this moment, I would call myself bisexual,
as I think I still feel an attraction to women."

	"Twice as many choices, I guess," Shy joked.

	"Twice as much confusion, also," Dev replied.  "And one day I will
have to be married, and so I will have to choose."

	"Well," I said, feeling as if the mood was becoming a bit dour,
"You have a long time before that happens."  Feeling very close to him at
the moment, I turned and put both arms around his waist.  "I'm just glad we
had a chance to meet you and Prem, and I hope you've had some fun."  I
leaned in and planted a light kiss on his lips.

	Dev smiled and a single tear slid down his left cheek.  "I am
happy, as well, my friend Palmer."

	"Me too," Prem smiled broadly.  "I hope we can see you all again
before we return home."

	"Me too," I agreed.

	"Me three," Shy added.

	"And me four," Trey completed the routine, that was becoming sort
of a trademark for the three of us.

	"Wait a second," I said, suddenly aware of a familiar, though
distant, sound.  "Shit, that's my phone again," I said, just then
remembering I'd left my cell on the kitchen counter.  I sprinted up the
stairs to the kitchen, picking up the phone just before it vibrated itself
off the granite counter onto the tiled floor, but not before it displayed a
banner announcing a missed call.  I tapped the call back icon.

	"Hey, kiddo," my dad answered.

	"Hey, Dad," I replied.  "Sorry, we were playing a game, and I left
my phone in the kitchen."

	"Yeah, I figured it was something like that," he said.  "So, you've
all been having fun?"  Something in his voice made me feel as if he could
see me standing there in the kitchen, totally naked, fully aware of just
what sort of "fun" my friends and I had been having.

	"Oh yeah," I said, trying to sound like a typically inexperienced
kid, rather than someone who'd, just that day alone, had had more sex than
all of my friends back home put together had ever had, or so I assumed.
"Shy has a ton of games."

	"Well, we were just beginning to wonder if you were ready to come
back," my dad inquired.  "Dev and Prem's parents are thinking of heading
back to their cottage, and they wanted to take the boys with them."

	My heart dropped, knowing our fun for the day was coming to an end.
I looked at the kitchen clock and realized it was just after 3:00 in the
afternoon, much later than I'd realized.  I remembered that Shy and Trey
were starting school the next day, and so I'd probably have to wait until
Friday to see them again, but I was sure we'd never have a whole house to
ourselves in which to strip off and engage in the sort of sexual acrobatics
to which I had so quickly become accustomed.

	My dad told me he'd be there in about a half hour.  I hung up and
walked dejectedly down the stairs, where I found everyone simply sitting
around, though Shy was sitting next to Dev and casually fingering the older
boy's stiff cock.  Meanwhile, Prem had sort of snuggled up against Trey.
Though hating to interfere with this adorable scene, I told them all of my
dad's imminent arrival, saying we'd better get dressed.

	"Get dressed?" Trey chuckled.  "I think you all better get a quick
shower.  You all smell like sex!"  I took a deep breath in through my nose
and became instantly aware of a sharp tang in the air.  Yes, it was the
unmistakable scent of the cum of multiple boys, mixed with sweat.
Giggling, we all ran up the stairs to Shy's bedroom, where Dev, Prem and I
squeezed into the shower together, laughing as we lathered and rinsed each
other, sorry that we didn't have enough time to bring each other off one
more time.  We dried off and then went back downstairs to the front door,
next to which our clothes still lay.

	We'd just finished dressing when through the rain I could see my
dad's car pulling up.  I quickly gave Trey and Shy, who were both still
nude, a hug and a kiss, and watched Dev and Prem do the same. Prem,
apparently unable to resist the urge, squeezed both boys' dicks as well.
We quickly made plans to text each other, and to hopefully get together at
the weekend.  We ran out through the rain and clambered into the back seat
of the car together.  Looking back to the house, I saw Trey and Shy
standing in the doorway, fully visible and very naked, waving at us as my
dad drove away.  It might have been my imagination, but I'd have sworn I
heard my father chuckling to himself.

	A few minutes later we were pulling into the driveway of our
cottage.  Running up the stairs to the front door, I was happy to find it
unlocked, so we could get out of the rain more quickly.  I ran down the
hall to get towels for Dev, Prem, my father and I.  The rain was actually
serendipitous, in that it hid the fact that we'd showered at Shy's house,
which would have been hard to explain if all we'd been doing was playing
video games.

	Once we'd climbed the stairs, I noticed some very exotic smells in
the air.  I don't know what sort of recipes my mother had been learning
from her new Indian friends, but it smelled enticing.  It wasn't long after
we arrived that Dr. Barsar began bidding farewell.  Leaving my parents to
it, I beckoned to Dev and Prem to have them come downstairs with me.
Stepping down the hallway just far enough to not be seen from the top of
the steps, I gave each of them a hug and a kiss.  Prem gripped me like an
octopus, but Dev's embrace was gentler and warmer.  Whatever his
orientation, he and I had certainly developed a relationship.

	After seeing the Barsar family out the door, I went back upstairs,
where my mother was clearing things away and loading the dishwasher.  She
went on for a while about how charming the Barsars were, and the sorts of
cooking she'd learned.  My dad agreed, but warned my mother against trying
to turn her men in herbivores.  I agreed, reaffirming my appetite for
animal flesh.

	Excusing myself, I went downstairs to my room, planning to actually
get online for the first time since we'd arrived on the Outer Banks.  I lay
on my bed with my laptop resting on my stomach.  It actually felt odd to be
lying there wearing clothes. I found myself wishing I could just strip off
and lie there naked, for no other reason than comfort nudity provided.  I
knew it was a foolish notion, though, with my parents in the house.  Why
couldn't I have been born into a nudist family?

	As the day went on and the evening progressed, I found myself
wanting to do nothing but go to bed.  I was very simply feeling sorry for
myself.  Knowing I couldn't see Trey and Shy the next day, I couldn't even
begin to imagine how I'd spend the hours.  In a few short days, they had
become as much part of the Outer Banks for me as the sand and the ocean.  I
still had my kites, my skim board, my boogie board, my parents, but nothing
that used to occupy my time in past years seemed to hold any interest for
me.

	It was possible that I could get together with Prem and Dev, since
they were staying until Sunday.  It was unlikely, however, that we'd enjoy
much privacy where we could take advantage of everything we'd learned about
playing with the toys we were born with.
	"What's the matter, hon?" my mom asked, standing behind the sofa
where I sat, staring at the TV with no idea of the program was.  "You've
hardly said a word since you got back."

	"Nuthin'" I replied.  "I'm just a little tired, I think."

	"Well, you've had a busy few days," she said, stroking my hair as
she often did.  Normally I found this comforting, but now all it reminded
me of were Shy's fingers in my hair as I sucked--.  WHAT THE FUCK?  I'm
sitting there talking to my mother, and I'm thinking about sucking Shy's
dick!  "So, Shy and Trey go back to school tomorrow?"  Jeez, was the woman
psychic?

	"Yeah," I said, afraid if I said any more I might actually cry.
Yes, that's exactly how depressed I felt.

	"Well, at least the rain has passed, and it's supposed to be
beautiful tomorrow," Mom said consolingly, obviously unaware that there was
nothing less consoling she could have said.  Yes, it would be warm and
sunny, but no, I wouldn't get to see Shy running around in his little slip
of a speedo, or Trey's tanned and muscled chest.

	It was true, though.  Sometime during the day the wind had done a
180, and was now coming from the south again.  The temperature had already
climbed back into the low 70's, and was actually expected to warm even more
as the night went on.  Of course, this would have been better news if I
thought I could count on seeing two naked boys strolling down the beach.

	Though it was only around 7:30, I excused myself, saying I was
going down to my room to read.  I might have actually planned to do so, but
reading wasn't really the reason.  I simply wanted to be alone with my
thoughts and regrets.  Everything that had, so far, made this the most
memorable vacation of my life, was now making me sad and lonely.

	It wasn't just about sex.  Oh, yes, that had been fantastic, but
what I shared with Trey and Shy, and to a lesser extent, Dev and Prem, had
meant so much more to me.  I could count myself blessed with about four
good friends back home, and if pressed, I could claim one as my best
friend.  Yet even he didn't hold a place in my heart like Shy and Trey.
For the first time in all the years my parents and I had vacationed on the
Outer Banks, I found myself wishing I'd never have to leave.

	For no particular reason, I pulled out my cell phone and checked
the local temperature.  Though the sun had already gone down, the
temperature stood at 75 degrees.  Another regret.  Why couldn't it have
been that warm earlier in the day.  Even if it had still been raining,
perhaps I could have enjoyed a bit of skinny dipping with Prem, or anyone
else who'd have the nerve.

	I lay in my bed, reading a few chapters of a book I'd read twice
before, trying to distract myself.  It had actually worked until I needed a
pee, groaning at my body's ridiculous need to address such mundane issues
as urination.  Were it not for that, I could probably have fallen asleep.
I trudged into the bathroom and answered nature's call, shaking my dick a
bit longer than necessary afterwards, but it simply wasn't in the mood, and
hung there like a reflection of my purple mood.

	Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked ruefully at the bed.
Though I felt tired, I wasn't actually sleepy.  Deciding there'd be little
point in climbing into bed, instead I stepped out into the hallway and
through the door to the lower deck.  I felt oddly overdressed in a pair of
soccer shorts and tank top, but it was still far too early to even consider
sitting out in the nude.  Several people walked by on the beach, which was
brightly illuminated now by the rising and waxing gibbous moon.  The
Adirondack chairs hadn't been moved since the night my father and I sat
together, so I draped a beach towel over one chair and sat back with my
bare feet pressed on the railing plank.

	I gazed at the moonlit clouds, considering what my future held.  I
still had nine full days at the beach, most of which were likely to be
lonely, especially after Dev and Prem went home.  I had the upcoming
Saturday and Sunday (I hoped) during which to meet up with Trey and Shy,
and then maybe the next Friday night.  The next morning I'd be packing up
and returning to southwestern PA, where I'd spend my nights beating off to
memories of the amazing boys I'd met on the Outer Banks.

	As I often did when I felt a bit hopeless or helpless, I prayed a
little prayer to a God I never fully understood, asking that what I had
enjoyed over the past four days could somehow become part of my daily life,
rather than a brief summer interlude that'd I'd likely reminisce over until
I was too old to remember my own name.

	Just when I was imploring heaven that my wish could come true, I
saw a bright star rise above the horizon. I realized quickly that it could
not possibly be a star, since the moon was still low enough and bright
enough to obscure the light of even the brightest star.  It was a planet,
of course, though I had no idea which one.  Still, I chose it as the "star"
upon which I would wish that my life could be different than it had been,
and that I could find the same sort of happiness that Trey and Shy had
found with one another.


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