Autumn Postponed - Chapter 1
Author's notes: Decided to take a break from the Chesterton Academy boys to present another purely fanciful, fictitious story I've had on the hard drive for a while. Any similarities between these characters and any persons living or dead is purely coincidental... more's the pity. It'll be divided into chapters, as it is rather long. In fact, there are already EIGHT chapters! I haven't yet decided if there will be more. Maybe you can help me decide by your comments.
In Chapter One, 15 year old Daniel Schumman takes a post-Labor Day beach vacation with his parents, and discovers just what sort of amazing things a person can see in the wee hours of the morning.
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Chapter One
I was really quite young when I began to fantasize about seeing my friends, and other boys, naked. I was far too young to know why or what it might mean. As soon as I knew I was supposed to be attracted to girls, I also knew I wasn't, and would have rather spent all my time with guys I liked. Then I was soon introduced to the definition and concept of the word gay.
Because of how I'd been introduced to these ideas, I knew better than to share my feelings with anyone in my social group. When I turned 13, my parents decided that I should be home schooled rather than attend the local high school, seemingly dismayed by the state of public education, but not having the means to send me to a private school that met their requirements. This being the case, I never took a real gym class with other boys, and so never shared a locker room or shower with boys my age.
I still had friends, of course, but it was very rare that I ever caught a glimpse of any of them in the nude, except for quick changes from swim trunks to underwear at the water park. Even then I knew better than to attempt more than a glance at them, since I had become quite accustomed to a stiffening of that uniquely male appendage, which as I'd learned from my online reading, was meant for the impregnation of a woman. Since I was Catholic, and attended religious education classes, I also knew that such activity was supposed to be confined to the marriage bed.
And so most of what I knew of sex I learned from my friends' lewd comments and my own limited research on the internet. The truth was, however, that sharing a network connection with my parents, I was afraid to delve too deeply into all the internet might have offered for my increasingly active libido, not sure if they would be able to somehow uncover my web searches. And so any images of male nudity that might have been available there were also denied me. Still, that realization hadn't occurred to me until after I'd read some highly erotic boy on boy stories, where I learned about things both oral and anal, which further fueled my fantasies.
Perhaps if there had been a neighbor boy into whose window I could gaze while he thought he was unobserved, I could could have been partially satisfied. I never doubted that every boy my age indulged in the same nocturnal activities as I, but none lived near enough that I could watch him do so. My prurient desires had, to date, no means of fulfillment. Many a night passed when I gazed out my window, wondering why there couldn't simply be a naked boy out there who I could lust over as I indulged my hormones and released my seed.
For my part, I took every opportunity I could to strip off. It didn't happen often enough for my taste, but from time to time my parents would go out for an evening, leaving me at home alone. They'd hardly made it to the end of the driveway before I was taking off my clothes. I would stroll through the house, lounge on the sofa, and of course squeeze out one... or two... or three.
It's possible that having seldom seen another boy naked only increased my appetite. I did once see an old movie where a boy was fully naked, head to heel, albeit only from behind, and had berated myself for not having had the presence of mind to hit record on the DVR. Try as I might, I could find no future showings of the film, nor did it show up anywhere for rental. The image, though probably inaccurately recalled due to its unexpected and all too brief appearance, was seared into my mind.
Added to its inherent seductiveness was the fact that it was an outdoor scene. The image of a slim blond boy standing totally naked in the outdoors was enough fodder for weeks worth of late night sessions with lotion and plenty of paper towels. I fantasized about what it must be like to stand naked in a jungle like him. I remembered the look of his ass, and the way the light hit it, suggesting that it stuck out below his back quite seductively.
In June of that same year I turned fifteen. While the families of all the kids I knew, and most of the kids who attended "normal" schools, were taking advantage of the summer holidays to go on vacation, I remained at home. My parents had quickly realized that, since I was now home schooled, they could choose a different time to go away. So they had taken to scheduling our annual two weeks at the beach in North Carolina after the school year had begun. I didn't mind, really, as it felt like it extended the summer, or at least postponed the autumn. I'd always seen the fall as just what its name implied, a depressing "fall" into the cold and grey of winter, so anything that delayed it was fine with me.
And so in September of my fifteenth year I found myself in our usual beach cottage on that strip of land off North Carolina's northern coast known as the Outer Banks, for the two weeks following Labor Day. It was actually quite a nice cottage, with two more bedrooms than we needed, and I always chose one of the two small bedrooms on the first floor facing the beach. My parents' room was on the second floor, and it faced the beach road out front. I had a double bed and my own bathroom, and enough privacy to yield to my wanton desires on a nightly basis, by way of the "solitary act."
Having done so on the Saturday night we arrived, I soon drifted off to sleep, as I was wont to do after a good wank. I can't recall, but no doubt my sleeping mind was serving up nocturnal visions of nude boys frolicking about, or better yet, intimately exploring one another. If so, then it was no surprise why the next few moments were so confusing to me.
I don't know what woke me. Perhaps it was because it was my first night at the beach that year, and the sound of pounding waves through the open window was, as yet, unfamiliar to my sleeping brain. Maybe it was just because, after the ten hour drive, I had been more tired than usual, and so had fallen asleep at around 9:30 that evening. All I know for sure was that, just before 2:30 AM, I was suddenly awake, and pretty fully so.
It took about ten seconds before I remembered I wasn't in my own bed at home, and another five or so before I could make sense of the dim sights and loud sounds that surrounded me. Once my mental GPS plotted my current position, I lay on my back staring at the red glow on the ceiling cast by the LED display of my bedside clock.
As so often happened, my hand wandered down to my stiff cock, fully accessible since I'd shucked my boxer briefs before falling asleep. I gave it a couple strokes before I decided that my need to pee surpassed my need to jack off. Since the door between my suite and the rest of the cottage was closed, I didn't bother to pull my underwear back on before heading to the bathroom. Nor did I bother with the light, as a street light shining through the bathroom window supplied enough illumination for the short journey.
It took a bit of leaning and pushing to get my hard cock to point down enough to ensure my piss wouldn't arc upward and splatter the wall, but eventually I was relieved. I padded back to my bed and sat at the end of it, wondering what to do next. I didn't feel as if I could easily fall asleep again, feeling as awake as I did. Knowing that beating my meat was a requirement, though, if there was any chance of more sleep, I began to troll my brain for enticing images to fuel my passion. It lighted immediately upon my current favorite of the slim, blond boy, naked from head to toe, and his tight, round ass that I'd recently seen on my TV screen.
Just then, the thought of being naked out of doors flashed into my mind. It was, of course, a totally ridiculous idea. That was a movie -- this was real life. Though my fevered mind could concoct a thousand scenarios in which another boy might present himself nude for my viewing pleasure, each less likely than the last, in none of those was I the nude boy. I had trouble justifying the danger that being that boy would involve.
Still, a less rational part of my mind presented increasingly cogent arguments to the contrary. It was, after all, 2:30 in the morning, and so it was likely no one would be around to see me. Also, it was September, which meant the nearest inhabited cottage to ours was at least three away on the north side. To the south was a long stretch of maybe half a mile where there were no cottages at all. My parents' room was as far from mine as it could be, and faced the beach road, and so I could most likely slip out the door to the oceanfront deck with them none the wiser.
More that anything, though, my mind simply told me that I really, really wanted to do it. Just the thought of standing on the deck, not only naked, but also hard and jacking, was an erotic thought not to be ignored or denied. Still, I slowed myself sufficiently to carefully think things out. It would have been beyond foolish to simply walk naked from my room, out the door and onto the deck. It was possible that I could open my door and meet one of my parents seeking a way-past-midnight snack or something, though with the kitchen being on the second floor, that was highly unlikely. It was also possible that there might be someone taking a late -- or very early -- stroll on the dark beach.
In the end, I decided to pull on a pair of blue basketball shorts. They were loose and easy to slip on and off, and yet concealing enough. Or, at least, they would have been but for my solid five inches that would not be subsiding until it had been beaten into submission. Still, it was dark enough outside that it was unlikely anyone on the beach would be able to see I was so stiff.
And so, with a plan as clear as my horny brain could concoct, I cautiously and quietly opened my bedroom door. It was all dark but for the light of the same street lamp that was dimly lighting my room. So far, so good. Opening the door fully, I stepped into the hallway. Both my room and the door leading outside onto the lower deck were at the same end. Lifting a single slat of the blind covering the window next to the door, I peered into the darkness outside. It took a while for my eyes to acclimate, but eventually I could see the white tops of the waves as they crashed on the shore. I could even make out the lighter sand against the dark water and the railing of our deck.
Committed to my plan, I turned the knob to the door's deadbolt lock. I could barely hear the click for the sound of waves, and became a bit braver as regards the noises I might make. I'd have to be fairly loud for any sound to rise above the surf outside. Still, I was careful to be as quiet as possible opening the door. I immediately felt a warm breeze from the south blow across my chest and legs. It felt tremendously good on my bare skin, and I couldn't wait to feel it on the parts that were still covered. I stepped out onto the covered deck and quietly pulled the door shut behind me.
It was quite warm for the time of year and the time of day, at least in the mid 70s. I walked across the deck to the railing and looked up and down the beach. I could see more and more by the ambient light, though it was an eerie sort of glow. The sky was clear, but there was no moon, and though they were quite bright, I was sure the stars hardly cast any light. Looking down, it seemed that I would be all but invisible if anyone, from any direction, were to look directly at me, providing I wasn't moving around. If I did, and someone was on the beach right in front of me, he might be able to figure out someone was there.
Next I stepped out from under the roof formed by the upper deck onto the uncovered section that protruded further towards the sea. I was now as exposed to the sky as I could be without stepping down onto the sand. Once more I looked up and down the beach for any signs of life from any of the nearest cottages. As far as I could tell, I was the only one awake on the beach for miles in either direction.
Now braver and more horny than ever, I stepped back under cover of the roof to one of the resin chairs with which it was furnished. I stretched the elastic of my shorts and let them fall down my legs to my ankles. I lifted them with my right foot and tossed them onto the chair. Now wearing nothing but my watch, I kept looking up and down the beach as I began to slowly stroke my hard cock, feeling sexier than I ever had in my life. I reached behind myself with my left hand and began to caress my ass, sliding the middle finger up and down the crack and tickling my hole. As sexy as it felt, though, I still wanted more. Checking once more for any movement, I stepped out onto the sun deck.
Now I actually felt even more naked, as if that made any sense. It was like some fantasies I'd entertained in which I was, for some reason, forced to stand naked in front of a bunch of hot looking boys, all of whom were clothed. Though I never questioned the why of it much, I had to jack off while they all watched. Well, the fantasies always started there, but normally ended up with me being touched and fondled by all of them before they stripped off their clothes and I became the center of attention at an impromptu orgy.
I stopped stroking for a moment and just stood with my hands at my side and my back arched, displaying myself, in all my naked glory, to the sand, sea and sky. Looking down, I toyed with the idea of going down the steps and onto the beach. It was an appealing thought, but as lustful for exposure as I felt, I wasn't quite brave enough to make the attempt. Besides, it was the first night of a two week vacation. It made sense to see how tonight went, and to save that little adventure for the wee hours of another morning. Not to mention the sand that would have clung to my feet.
Instead, I once more took hold of myself and started stroking slowly, feeling I had all the time in the world and wanting this feeling to last as long as possible. I was pretty sure it couldn't be very long, though. I was so horny from this ultimate exposure that just touching my dick nearly pushed me over the edge. If there'd been another boy there sharing the moment with me, I probably would have cum just looking at him.
"Shhh. This way."
I froze. I'd been facing the south so that the warm breeze could blow over my overheated balls and through the patch of pubes over my dick. The sound came from behind me. It was more than a whisper, though not all that loud. It was, however, disturbingly close, explaining why I could hear it over the ocean waves.
"Where're we gonna go?" asked a second voice. I could tell they were both male, but not adult, surely. I wasn't sure what to do. I stood very still, not even daring to take my hand off my cock. I suspected that I hadn't been seen, or the quiet conversation would probably have been quite different. I slowly turned my head down and was shocked to see that my pale skin seemed to actually glow in the darkness that surrounded it, like a white marble statue against a black wall. There again, the deck under my feet looked to be about the same shade, as did the wooden railings.
"Down this way. We'll go to the pier."
"No way!" This was spoken a bit louder. "I'm not going all the way down there."
"Be quiet," warned the first voice. "You wanna get us busted? Don't be such a pussy. Everyone's asleep. We could go all the way to the pier and back."
"But there's lights down there."
"Yeah, all right. We'll just go down a ways and come back."
By now the voices had drawn even closer. Turning only my eyes to the left, it occurred to me that, even if they could see me from the beach, my totally naked state would be obscured, if not totally blocked, by the deck railing. Besides, they didn't seem concerned with my presence, and so it was likely they hadn't seen me.
Still, I felt dangerously exposed, and began wondering how I could hide. My shorts were a good eight or nine feet away, and so I did the only thing I could think of. Slowly, I began to lower myself into a crouch. I went lower and lower until the top rail of the deck was even with the my eyes. I looked out between the slats and could just discern two figures, now directly in front of our deck.
It was hard to make out any details in the darkness. I could just see what looked like two shirtless boys, one maybe half a foot taller than the other, walking along. Actually, I might have thought the shorter one was a girl because of the long hair that hung below his shoulders. But I had heard them both talk, and both were definitely shirtless, and so I was certain they were both male. Sure I couldn't be seen, I shuffled closer to the rail so I could see them completely through one space between the rails.
At first it looked like one wore white shorts and the other was only in white briefs. With a sudden thrill, however, I realized that what I had taken as clothing was, in actuality, their untanned skin, starkly contrasted to their tan upper bodies and lower legs. They'd just passed me, and I could dimly make out the cracks of their asses as they walked along. It was a reality that far surpassed any of the elaborate fantasies my mind had, to date, conceived. Then truth became even stranger than fiction.
"Dude, I've never been so hard in my life," One of them said, though I couldn't guess which.
"Really?" asked the other. 'Lemme feel." This second voice sounder younger than the first.
They stopped walking and the taller of the two turned to face the other. I still couldn't make out what was happening as they stood face to face.
"Geez, dude, don't stroke it! You'll make me cum!"
"So what's wrong with that?" asked the other.
"You're a fucking horndog," the first chuckled. "Why don't you just suck me off?"
"Good idea," the other answered. "Where?"
"Right here," the first replied. "Just kneel down."
"No way," came the answer. "I'm not sucking your dick right in the middle of the beach."
"Pussy," the first laughed quietly. "How 'bout over there?" I saw the taller of the two with the short hair point in the general direction of our cottage. "Bottom of those steps."
"Is anyone staying there?" the shorter one inquired.
"Who cares?" the other said. "It's the middle of the night. They'd all be asleep."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The two naked boys began walking in my direction, and soon they were close enough that I could see their hard dicks bobbing up and down as they walked. As I'd hoped, but hadn't dared to believe, they were heading for the steps to our deck!
"Y'know, I think this is where we saw that kid today," the shorter kid said.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is," the taller confirmed. "He didn't look bad, but we never got that close. He had a shirt on, too, so..."
"Wanna go peek in the window?" The other asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a wooden platform there with a hose for washing the sand off your feet before going up the stairs to the cottage.
"I don't know which widow it is," the taller kid shrugged. "It'd be cool to catch him wanking, though."
"Maybe he'll catch us," the other said jokingly. "Then we'll have to suck him off to keep him from telling."
"Or you'd have to give him your pussy," the taller one countered. "I'd love to watch you gettin' fucked by someone else."
I felt a warm something hit my foot. Reaching down, I felt pre-cum leaking from my throbbing dick, dripping onto myself.
"Here," the taller boy said, "sit on the step." The smaller boy sat on the second step from the bottom. The taller boy stepped in between the other's spread legs and leaned forward. "Damn, I wish we had some lube. I'd love to fuck you right here. I love gettin' up in your boy pussy. Oh well, I'll just have to fuck your pretty face."
I watched in amazement as the taller boy leaned further in. Now the smaller boy was mostly blocked from view, and I could see the taller boy's ass full on, looking much like the one I remembered from that film. I wanted nothing more than to go down those steps and rub my hands all over his smooth butt. He began a slow back and forth movement, accompanied by his own low moans and a slurping noise.
Beyond horny now, I just had to see more. More slowly than I had ever moved in my life, I began to shuffle in towards the cottage, and then ever so slowly along the rail of the covered deck. I needed to see the smaller boy's face, to see that dick sliding in and out of his mouth. Though it took like what seemed forever, I was finally directly above and beside them.
The taller boy had begun moving faster, occasionally throwing his head back as his hips pumped forward. The smaller boy's head moved back and forth with the force of the other's thrusts. He had reached up and was now holding on to the bigger boys buttocks, rubbing and, from time to time, slapping them.
"Oh, yeah," the taller boy moaned. "Bet you're thinking about fuckin' my ass, too, huh?" Thinking of stickin' that little dick in me, aren't you?"
I looked down and thought it really wasn't that little of a dick standing up in the shorter boy's lap. I figured it to be maybe 4, 4 and a half inches. I kept trying to judge his age, and figured he had to be somewhere between thirteen and fourteen. Just as a guess, I'd say the other was fifteen. They were both pretty equally developed, but I couldn't see any pubes over the smaller boy's dick.
No longer able to contain myself, I started stroking my dick. It wasn't the easiest maneuver, considering my crouched position, but I made do. I wasn't too worried about being seen now, as both boys seemed lost in the throes of their own amorous activities, though I was no more than four feet from them. I knew, that no matter what else happened, I would be jacking off to this scene for years to come.
"Here it comes, Shy," the boy I'd judged to be older said. "Slurp it up, dude." He made a few long thrusts forward and his ass tightened with each one. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he moaned, loudly enough that, if I had been in bed, they might have awakened me. "Oh, you are the best fucking cock sucker in the world."
They stayed in that position for a few more moments. The older boy, whose name I'd not yet heard, pushed himself up right using the stair railings. He was panting as if he'd just run a race, and looked none too sure on his feet.
"Like that?" Shy asked.
"Fuck, dude," was the only reply of which the other seemed capable.
"My turn," Shy chirped. "Sit down."
"No way," the older boy said. "Let's get back."
"Trey!" the younger boy complained. Now I knew both of their names!
"Shhh!" the older boy, Trey, cautioned. "Cute boy up there might hear us, and then you'd have suck him, too. I was only kiddin'. I'll suck you off."
"I'd rather fuck you," Shy grumbled. "Tomorrow we need to bring out some lube." Seemingly resigned to nothing more than a blowjob, Shy stood up and the other boy took his place. When he turned around, all memories of the boy ass I'd seen on my TV vanished. Shy had the most gorgeous ass. Smooth and white and round, it stuck out like half a basketball beneath his skinny back. If the taller boy actually got to fuck it, then he had to be the luckiest boy on earth.
In another moment I was being treated to a repeat performance like the one I'd just witnessed, though the roles were reversed. I watched that white bubble of an ass bounce back and forth in short thrusts, while the younger boy made a combination of squeaking and moaning sounds.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me..." he kept repeating. The older Trey reached up and took Shy's butt in his hands. They were nearly large enough to cover it. I wondered what those smooth mounds would feel like beneath my appreciative caress, how it would respond as I squeezed it. I pictured Shy on his hands and knees, his face down in a pillow and his ass high and open, waiting for my hard cock to impale it.
"Fuck. Oh fuck!" Shy breathed in a gravelly voice. "I'm cummin, dude. I'm cummin'!" I watched as the sides of his ass flattened three or four times with the force of his ejaculation, and could hear Trey slurping down his partner's emission.
Moments later, Trey pushed up on Shy's hips as he released his cock. He stood up and took the shorter boy in his arms, rubbing their bodies together. If he had, at that point, turned his head to the right, he would have realized that our faces were less than two feet apart. I held my breath, afraid I'd be discovered. Fortunately and understandably, the boys only had eyes for each other at that point.
"We better get back," Trey finally said. "I really need some sleep." Together they stepped off the platform and down onto the beach. I stood and walked over to the sun deck, watching them walk north and trying to see if I could tell which cottage they turned into. I saw them turn left, but couldn't see which house they headed towards.
Visions of what I'd just witnessed filled my mind as I finally gave full attention to my straining cock. I knelt on the beachside bench, and when I shot, my cum flew over the edge onto, I guessed, the sand below. I rubbed my own ass, wondering if Shy's would feel anything like it. I stayed out in the warm air until my dick had completely deflated, then quietly made my way back inside and into bed, where I quickly fell asleep.