Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2019 01:18:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Gay > High School > Autumn Postponed - Chapter Eighteen

Autumn Postponed - Chapter 18

Author's notes: Now we must bid a final farewell to Dev and Prem.  But fret
not, Palmer has seven more days on the Outer Banks.

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FROM CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

	All I could do was stare at Prem and Shy in utter amazement.
Despite all I'd seen and done during the past week, the sight of their
coupling was the single most erotic scene I'd ever experienced.  My mind
once again went back to that old movie of the pale white American boy,
standing naked in the jungle before the caramel colored Indian boy.  I
wondered if both actors had ever got so horny that maybe they'd engaged in
similar sex play as Shy and Prem had just done.  For the first time since
I'd watched that film, the idea didn't seem so very implausible.

	"Mmmmmm," I heard, distracting me from my latest fantasy to look
over at Dev and Trey.  From the smacking noises Trey was making with his
lips, I assumed that Dev had rewarded his oral efforts with a bit of Indian
love juice. Dev, on the other hand, didn't make a noise, but simply leaned
back with his face to the ceiling, an attractive expression of total
contentment painted across his face.

	I drew my finger out of Shy's ass as he pulled his dick from
Prem's.  We all simply collapsed wherever we were, all breathing deeply
and, from what I could tell, feeling quite satisfied.  Well, all except for
Prem.  He still had a wish that had not been granted, and for which he was
now ready to ask.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


	I was lying on my back on the floor, feeling as sexually sated as I
ever had in my life which, considering the past week, was saying something.
I couldn't imagine anything that could surpass my fantasies or experiences
up until that moment.  But as had happened numerous times in the last six
days, I was proven wrong.

	Prem walked over and, spreading his legs, knelt down over me, and
then lowered himself to lie on top of me, our nude bodies pressing against
each other's.  With his hard dick on top of my own soft cock, his head
rested on my chest.  He purred like a kitten as he humped himself against
me just enough to reinvigorate my deflated boyhood.

	"I want to fuck you," Prem said softly.  "May I put my ghanta
inside you, Palmer?"

	"I wish you would," I answered, stroking the back of his head as he
continued thrusting into my crotch. "I would love to feel you inside me."
I took hold of his shoulders and pushed him up.  "Do you want to go to my
room?"

	"No, I want to be here," Prem replied.  "Our friends enjoy seeing."

	I couldn't deny that, having seen Prem fuck both Trey and Shy, I
was also excited to have them watch me being stuck by Prem's little twelve
year old dick.  I was absolutely certain I'd have no problem letting his
little spike into me, and I hoped he'd find it pleasurable.  OK, that was
more than I hoped.  What I really wanted was for someone to take out his
cell phone and shoot a video of Prem fucking me, so that I could watch it
later, but I couldn't conceive of a way to ask without sounding totally
perverted.

	I had no doubt how I wanted Prem to fuck me.  I wanted to be on my
back, my legs drawn back as far as they go, so that I could see his face as
he pumped into my ass.  Trying to determine the best way for that to
happen, I looked around the room, seeing what I could from my position on
the floor.  There was no piece of furniture that lent itself to my idea,
and so I decided just a throw pillow or two under my lower back would raise
me up enough to give Prem unobstructed access to my ass.

	"Trey, give me a couple pillows, please," I asked.  He tossed two
pillows to me, and I raised my hips high enough to stuff them beneath me.
I asked for another which Dev threw to me so I had something to rest my
shoulders on.  Trey correctly interpreted my intentions, and had me lift my
hips higher to position the pillows under me to afford Prem the best
access.  I lifted my legs and pulled them up by the ankles so that my knees
were nearly resting on my torso.

	Meanwhile, Shy had already handed the lube to Prem.  Prem thanked
him, but set the bottle on the floor.  Seeing this, I was concerned that
Prem planned to try to fuck me without lube, but I needn't have feared.
Instead, he leaned forward and I could feel his warm breath on my exposed
rosebud.  Suddenly I was sighing deeply as I felt his wet tongue licking my
entrance.  He put to use all he'd learned from Trey, making my eyes roll
back in head as he pushed against my hole, finally managing to get the tip
of his tongue inside.

	Though I was as stiff as I could get, there wasn't much danger of
me cumming from Prem's rim job.  I had already cum too recently.  I could
have handled another hour of Prem's tongue stimulating my sensitive hole,
but Prem could not, and soon raised himself back up.  He hadn't fucked any
of us in this position before, and so Trey helped him to position himself
between my legs.  He picked up the bottle of lube and I watched him coat
his finger, and then bring it down to my saliva soaked pussy.  I hissed
softly as I felt the cool liquid touch me, and then his fingertip easily
penetrate the tight ring of muscle.

	As he drove his finger more deeply inside me, I knew I would love
to feel his small dick pumping away, and I was glad I'd be able to watch
his face as he did so.  He was obviously anxious to begin as well, removing
his finger and squirting a large glob of lube into the palm of his hand.
He rubbed both hands together, and began slathering his cock with the lube.

	"You are ready?" Prem asked, looking at me with a huge, adorable
smile.

	"Oh, yes," I replied, smiling back at him.

	Prem scooted a bit closer and reached down to aim his uncut cock at
my hole.  I didn't even need to push out as he applied pressure.  His dick
simply popped right into me, and then slid in all the way.  I felt no pain
at all as he buried himself completely into me, and his pelvis pressed
against me.

	I let go of my legs and reached down to grab his hips.  I didn't
want him to bunny-fuck me; I wanted him to take the slowest, longest
strokes he could, considering his fairly short dick.  As he started to
pump, I set the pace by pushing him back and pulling him in.  I looked up
and watched him lick his smiling lips, his eyes fixed on mine as he made
love to my boy pussy.  I felt nothing but pleasure, even though he'd not
yet managed to touch my prostate.  The pleasure I felt was based purely on
the pleasure I knew he was enjoying as he drove himself into me.

	Feeling my legs tire, I took my hands off Prem's hip and grabbed
the back of my knees.  As I could have predicted, Prem began humping
faster, slamming his skinny hipbones against me as he hastened to his
orgasm.  He closed his eyes and his mouth hung open as he panted for air,
ramming himself ever more forcefully against me.  It still caused me no
discomfort, however, and I simply lay there, allowing him all the pleasure
he could derive from my ass.

	No sooner than I would have expected, I heard Prem make that high
pitched whimpering noise I'd come to know so well.  It was the only
indication I had that he'd reached that critical point where he could no
longer restrain himself.  His orgasm was again marked by quick, short
thrusts.  I couldn't feel any sort of discharge inside me, and I figured it
was either a dry orgasm, or he simply produced so little semen that even my
sensitized ass hole couldn't feel it.  It made sense, as I had been
sufficiently lubed, as had Prem's dick.

	Prem leaned forward and began planting light kisses on my lips and
face, in between which he was saying, "That was very special, Palmer," and
"That felt so very nice," and similar declarations.

	"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Prem," I smiled back.  "But my legs are
getting a little tired.  Think you could get up now?"  Prem raised himself
up and, I presumed, removed his softened dick.  I honestly couldn't tell.
It might have simply fallen out on its own as if went soft and small, no
more than about two inches at best.  I remembered back to when mine was so
small, and how it looked like an acorn stuck to the front of my body.
Prem's was different, of course, in that his foreskin covered the head.
Still, I wondered what he might look like had he been circumcised.

	All of us having been sexually satisfied, we just sat on the sofas
together.  Prem sat next to me, and playfully fondled my cock, which could
do little more than raise itself to about half an erection.  Shy was lying
on the other sofa, his feet in Dev's lap, and his head in Trey's.  Dev
massaged Shy's feet, as the long-haired boy hummed in pleasure.  Trey
stroked his boyfriend's hair at the same time.  Never had the word
"afterglow" held such a clear meaning for me, seeing how after the sex, the
affection still went on.

	I twisted my neck to see the kitchen clock.  It was already 2:30
AM, and I knew our time with Prem and Dev was coming to an end.  I hated
the thought of it, but couldn't deny the reality.

	"Dev," I said, feeling like the bearer of bad news, "It's 2:30."

	"Yes," Dev nodded sadly.  "I am afraid we will need to leave soon."

	"I'll miss you both so much," I said to both of them, but
emphasized the point by leaning over and kissing Prem on the cheek.

	"I will miss you all very much, also," Prem said, turning to lie
down and rest with his head in my lap, looking up at me with a sad smile.
I ran my fingers through his short hair, trying to console myself as much
as him.  I ran my fingers gently across his forehead and over his
cheekbones, loving the feel of his soft, brown skin.

	"Do you have enough time to give me one more fuck?" Shy asked,
looking at Dev.  Without waiting for an answer, Prem climbed off Dev's and
Trey's laps and grabbed the bottle of lube from the coffee table.  He
walked back over to where Dev sat and squirted a fair mount on the tip of
Dev's rapidly rising cock.  Setting the bottle aside, he used his hands to
smear it up and down his older brother's shaft.

	Once satisfied that Dev's cock was sufficiently lubricated, Shy
climbed up into Dev's lap, lining his dark cock up with his own boy pussy.
He then began to lower himself onto Dev's stiff prick, impaling himself
with it's full length in only a few seconds.  Dev closed his eyes as Shy
began to raise and lower himself, pushing forward and backwards at the same
time.

	"Oh, that is unbelievable," Dev moaned.  "I never felt anything
like this before."

	Shy simply smiled, resting his hands on Dev's shoulders as he
continued fucking himself on Dev's cock.  As we watched, I noticed Prem was
once again hard, and so I took his young dick in my hand and began stroking
him, drawing back his foreskin to see his dick head pop out.  Unable to
resist, I leaned down and took it into my mouth, using lots of saliva as I
licked the sensitive, mushroom-shaped head, and delighting in the joyful
noises Prem produced between deep breaths.

	Shy leaned forward and shared a long, passionate kiss with Dev as
he continued to pump himself up and down.  If there was anything Shy knew,
it was how to really make love, and not just fuck.  How Trey could witness
his young lover doing such a thing without being overcome with jealousy was
beyond my comprehension.  Then again, in all too short a time, Dev and Prem
would be gone, and Trey would still have Shy.  Of course, that only
reminded me that the same would be true after I returned home.

	With all the regenerative abilities of a 12-year-old, Prem was
again obviously building to a climax, gifting me with the sweet, puppy-like
whimpers I'd come to enjoy so much.  Ready for him this time, I held him
down by his hips just as he tried to force himself upward.  His little
boner spasmed in my mouth, but there couldn't have been more than a tiny
drop of thin semen that came out.  When he finished, and knowing that his
dick head was at its most sensitive, I pulled back, his foreskin with my
fingers, and licked the tip with one long stoke of my tongue.  I felt Prem
quiver beneath me as he pushed my head up and off his spent dick.

	"Ooooh, Shy!" Dev suddenly moaned loudly, now obviously lost in yet
another powerful orgasm of his own.  Shy was gripping either side of Dev's
head as he simply sat now in Dev's lap, allowing the Indian boy to unload
himself into his ass with short upward thrusts, until he had nothing left.
Dev's body then relaxed and he fell back into the cushions, clearly spent.

	"Something to remember me by," Shy chuckled, leaning in once more
to give Dev a soft kiss on the forehead.

	"I do not believe I could ever forget you," Dev replied, once he'd
regained his breath.  "I think I will always remember all of you."

	"Me, too," Prem said.

	"Me three," Trey added.

	"Me four," I chuckled.

	"Me five," Shy concluded, as we all laughed together.

	Both Prem and Dev used my bathroom to clean up before they left.  I
knew that Prem had a couple of loads of our cum inside him, that he'd
probably feel more comfortable expelling before his long walk back to his
family's cottage.  Preferring to err on the side of caution, both boys
donned their skimpy shorts before we all followed them out onto the deck
and down the first flight of stairs.  Trey, Shy and I all shared very
affectionate kisses with both of our Indian friends before finally bidding
them farewell and watching them climb down the stairs and onto the beach.

	The three of us returned to the upper deck and watched as, minute
by minute, the dark forms of Dev and Prem became smaller and smaller on the
bright moonlit beach.  They must have turned at some point, though I
couldn't have said when.  All I knew was that they were suddenly gone from
our sight, though I couldn't imagine they'd ever be gone from my memories
of that transformative visit to the North Carolina coast.

	"I am so fucking tired," was the phrase Shy chose to break the
silence.  Looking in though the opened sliding door at the kitchen clock, I
saw that it was now just after 3:00 AM.

	"Not surprising," I chortled, presuming the liberty to reach over
and caress Shy's lovely butt cheeks.  "And I don't think I could get a
boner again tonight if... Fuck, I can't think of anything that would give
me a boner tonight!"

	"I know how you feel," Trey agreed, reaching down and flicking his
soft dick around.  "I think Little Trey is gonna be taking a day off
tomorrow."

	"No way," Shy piped up.  "Tomorrow's Sunday.  We don't have school
and Palmer's still here.  Better tell Little Trey to get some sleep.  He's
got some fuckin' to do tomorrow."

	"Yeah, I think Little Palmer should get some rest then, too," I
laughed.  "Dad said they won't be back until lunchtime, so we can have some
morning fun.  That's if we even wake up by then."

	"This has been such a fun fucking week," Trey said, dropping into a
resin chair.  "We were so damned lucky to meet you, Palmer."

	"YOU were lucky?" I exclaimed.  "I can't even believe how I met
you.  I still can't believe I watched you suck each other off right down on
those steps," I said, pointing down towards the flight of stairs leading to
the sand.  "I can still hardly believe it's not some kinda dream I'm stuck
in."  A moment later, I yelled, "OUCH!  What the fuck, Shy?"

	"Just wanted to let you know it isn't a dream, dude," Shy chuckled.
He'd just given my left buttock a quite painful pinch.  "Hate to break it
to you, but we're both real."

	"Well, thanks," I replied, reaching over and giving his right ass
cheek an equally noticeable pinch. Shy and I engaged in a stand-up
wrestling match, more intended as an excuse to touch one another than to
establish dominance.

	"Yeah, yeah, that's enough, you two," Trey insisted after a few
minutes.  "I really do need some sleep."

	"You wanna come down to my room, then?" I asked them both,
expecting a replay of our earlier nap.

	"Can't we sleep in the big bed?" Trey asked, clearly referencing
the king-sized bed in my parents' suite.

	"It's so warm," Shy said in what appeared to be a non sequitur,
until he added, "I wish we could sleep out here."

	I had to agree that the thought was rather attractive.  I relished
the idea of being awakened by the rising sun washing over my nude body, and
my first sight being that of my two naked friends, similarly lit.

	"Well, it's not supposed to rain, so we could sleep out here," I
replied, for some reason not trying to reveal how exciting I found the
idea.  "If you guys help, we could pull the mattress out here and sleep on
the deck."

	In the end, we decided to pull a mattress from one of the sleeper
sofas, rather than taking the chance of somehow damaging the king-sized
mattress from my parents' bedroom.  The smaller mattress was still quite
big enough for the three of us.  Soon we were all lying on our backs,
gazing up into the starlit sky.  By then, the moon had passed over the roof
of the cottage and, while still illuminating the beach quite well.  More
stars were now visible than had been before, and we spent a bit more time
calling out the passing satellites.  Soon my fatigue got the better of me,
and I drifted off to sleep.

	The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see a clear blue sky
above me, while I could feel a curious warmth on the bottom of my feet.  I
glanced down the length of my naked body to see that the sun had broached
the horizon, it's unobstructed rays already warm on the only parts of my
body actually facing it.  Though it wasn't my first sight as I'd envisioned
the night before, my second was that of my two nude friends, neither of
whom seemed at all aroused by the rising sun.  Trey, in fact, had his left
arm thrown across his face, shielding his eyes from the light.  Shy was
lying face down, his face buried in his pillow, and his white ass already
shining brightly in the yellow light of the morning sun.

	Fighting the temptation to slide my hand over Shy's white, fleshy
orbs, I instead climbed off our ersatz bed and stood up, stretching my back
and every limb, thrusting my crotch towards the now completely round sun.
After an extravagant yawn, I looked down onto the beach to see a couple,
who appeared to be in their forties, walking their dog along the water's
edge.  They were looking my way, and appeared to be frozen in their tracks,
while their dog yipped and bounced around their ankles.  I simply waved a
good morning, making no pretense of being embarrassed or trying to cover my
nudity.  They waved back, though a bit hesitantly, and resumed their
morning stroll northward.

	For a moment I considered sparing Trey and Shy a similar situation,
waking them while there was no one walking the beach, and allowing them to
slip into the cottage unobserved.  In the end, however, I decided that Shy
wouldn't be bothered in the least, and that Trey would learn to deal with
it as well.  Instead I went inside and set up the coffee maker to brew a
full pot.  I had no idea if either of my guests drank coffee, but I figured
it better to be safe than sorry.  I knew for a fact that I needed a cup!
It had been, after all, a long night, and even with our afternoon nap, I
was probably a good three hours short on sleep.

	While scalding water dripped over coffee grounds, I turned on the
TV to see the day's weather.  I smiled to see that it would be a warm,
sunny Sunday, enough so that we could enjoy the beach for as long as Trey
and Shy could stay.  A few minutes later, the coffee maker beeped to
announce it had finished the brew cycle.  I poured myself a cup, adding
copious amounts of milk and sugar, and stepped back out on the deck,
sitting in one of the resin chairs.  I sipped my coffee and enjoyed both
the view of the ocean and of Trey and Shy.  Though their bodies were always
enticing, there was something so special about seeing their nude forms
awash in sunlight.  It seemed an unjust world that insisted such beauty be
hidden beneath layers of fabric, denying the eye of the artist and the poet
the opportunity to be inspired to new heights of creativity by the sight.

	Just as I was finishing my first cup, I saw Shy stir and then turn
onto his back, his eyes fluttering open.  He immediately raised his hand to
shield them from the bright sunlight.  He looked up and saw me sitting
there.

	"Morning," he smiled, melting my heart.  His long hair was
completely disheveled, forming a blond halo around his angelic face.  "What
time's it?"

	"Almost 9:00," I replied.  "You want some coffee?"

	"Yuck," Shy grimaced.

	"How about some OJ?" I offered.

	"That'd be awesome," he replied.  "But first I gotta take a wicked
piss."  He jumped up, his stiff cock confirming his need for relief.  There
was no one down on the beach at that moment to enjoy the sight of Shy
running into the cottage.  I suddenly realized that I hadn't awoken with
either a boner or the need to pee, which was a bit unusual, but not so much
that it occurred to me before that moment.

	I looked down at Trey, who still hadn't stirred at all, and saw
that he too was erect.  It surprised me that I hadn't really noticed until
then.  I remembered the first time I saw him and Shy naked, and how erotic
it had all seemed.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from their hard dicks.
Now, however, Trey's erection was just another part of what made him so
beautiful in my eyes.  Maybe I'd just seen both boys naked and hard so
often in the past week that it didn't immediately translate into an
animalistic desire to drop to the mattress and suck him as he slept.

	Shy came back out onto the deck, having poured himself a tall glass
of orange juice.  He sat in the chair next to me, drinking his juice and
fiddling with his now much more relaxed dick.

	"Man, I wish we lived over here on the beach," he sighed.  "I'd
love to be able to sit here every morning like this."

	"Naked?" I asked.

	"Every day," Shy replied.

	"So, would your `hippie parents' be cool with that?"

	"Probably," Shy shrugged.  "They see me naked a lot at home.  I
never needed to hide it."

	"That's awesome," I said.  "My parents haven't seen me naked since
I was a little kid."  I thought for a moment, and then added, "No one has,
really.  Well, no one expect you and Trey... and Dev and Prem, too."

	"That's too bad," Shy said.  "You look great naked."

	I smiled at the compliment, and replied, "And so do you."

	Just then Trey let out a soft moan and lowered his arm as his eyes
blinked in the bright sunlight.  It took him a few moments to orient
himself, and another few to turn and see Shy and me sitting there.

	"Morning, sunshine," I smiled at him.

	"Mornin'," he replied gruffly.  "How long you been up?"

	"I dunno, maybe a half hour," I guessed.

	"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked, rolling onto his side towards
us.

	"I was enjoying the view," I shrugged.  "And I figured you needed
the sleep."

	"I really did," Trey nodded.  "Man, I was so tired."

	"Know what ya mean," Shy answered.  "I was totally wiped out."

	"Well, I need a pee," Trey said, pulling his legs around and
standing up.  He glanced over to look down at the beach, where an elderly
couple, too focused on looking for seashells to notice the nude teenager
with the stiff cock standing above them.  "Do I smell coffee?"

	"Yep," I replied.  "You go pee and I'll pour you a cup.  I need
another myself."  I stood and followed Trey into the house.  He went into
the master suite to use the bathroom, and I padded into the kitchen, pulled
another cup out of the cupboard and poured a half cup, not knowing if Trey
liked milk and sugar.  As I prepared my own second cup, could hear Trey
pissing so hard, I thought he might crack the porcelain.  Soon the sound
stopped and I heard water running as he washed his hands.

	"Man, that coffee smells good," Trey said as he stepped back into
the kitchen.

	"Milk?  Sugar?" I asked, as I held the pot.

	"Milk's good," he replied.  I pointed to the fridge and he pulled
the bottle out.  I figured he knew how much he wanted so I let him pour his
own milk and then I topped off the cup with coffee.  Together we went back
out to join Shy on the deck.

	The three of us simply sat for a while watching the waves break on
the shore as the sun continued its steady climb, warming our bodies more
and more.  I rested my feet on one of the railing slats, knowing that
anyone down on the sand could easily look up and probably see my balls and
my ass hole.  Somehow I didn't care.  It wasn't some sort of perverted
exhibitionism.  I was simply too comfortable in my skin to worry about it.

	"You think this is what it's like to be a nudist?" I asked the
other boys.  "I mean, I don't feel horny or anything.  I just like being
naked out here like this."

	"I guess," Trey replied.  "I'd still get horny sometimes, though,
I'm sure.  I wonder what happens if you're in a nudist place and you get a
boner."

	"Yeah, I wonder if anybody would say anything," I mused.  "You
think people would get mad or something?"

	"I don't know how they could," Shy said.  "I mean, get real.
Teenage boys are gonna get boners no matter what.  I get `em all the
fuckin' time.  I don't see how being naked would keep them from happening."

	"I guess you'd need to find somebody really ugly to look at if you
got horny," I suggested.  "I mean, it can't just be hot people who go to
nudist camps, right?"

	"Now I'm not sure I wanna go," Shy chuckled.

	We sat for about another half hour, sipping our various beverages
and hardly talking anymore.  We watched the waves break on the shore, and
the various early morning beach combers pass by.