Autumn Postponed - Chapter 12
Author's notes: Palmer finds that the best laid plans oft go awry, and so scrambles to make it possible for him, his new friends, and his newest friends to hook up on a rainy day.
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When packing for my annual beach vacation, I had included my MacBook, my iPad and, of course, my iPhone. Yes, I was a true Steve Jobs poster child -- online, pugged in, and constantly connected. Back home, I normally felt naked if I didn't have at least one device with me at any given moment. And even at the beach in past years, I must have signed on a dozen times a day, not just to check emails or watch a movie, but also to check the weather. As anyone who lives or vacations on the Outer Banks could tell you, the weather is a constant concern, especially at the historical peak of hurricane season.
This particular Wednesday morning, however, I realized I hadn't so much as gone online in three days, a thing unheard of since I was old enough to know how. I'd not even checked the weather. This oversight was brought home to me when I woke feeling wet and cold. I could hear heavy rain falling outside, some of it blowing in through my open window and misting over my naked body.
Jumping up, I quickly pulled the window shut, shivering and feeling about on the bed to see just how wet it had got. The rain must not have been hammering down for long, as I only found a few damp spots. But I was certain of one thing, the temperature had dropped considerably. I quickly grabbed my phone and tapped the weather app, which informed me that the local temperature was 61 ° Fahrenheit, much colder than the last four days had been.
I climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. I took a towel off the bar and dried the mist off my body. Back in the bedroom I took a pair of yellow sweatpants from a dresser drawer and pulled them on, not bothering with underwear. I took out a long red t-shirt and pulled it on, and then I made my way upstairs.
Though it was already 8:30, my parents were not yet moving about. Deciding I'd already set a precedent, I set a pot of coffee to brew, and then turned on the television in the great room, finding a local weather station. My heart fell as every time the local radar map was shown, it was totally covered in green, indicating the current rain. As far as I could tell from the direction it was moving, and how much green was following what was already in the area, I knew before the meteorologist said a word that it would be pouring down rain all day long. I would probably had known that yesterday, if I hadn't let two naked boys totally monopolize my attention!
In past years, I could normally take a rainy day on the Outer Banks in stride. Even if I couldn't go outside, I could relax inside, surfing the web, watching TV, or playing a game with my parents. In the course of a two week vacation, a rainy day or two wasn't a big deal.
This year, however, and on this day especially, this unexpectedly miserable morning dampened my spirits as much as it dampened the sand outside. I thought about the plans Trey, Shy and I had discussed early that morning, wondering if we could possibly coax our new Indian friends, Dev and Prem, over to Shy's house, and perhaps experiencing some more sexual play with the first boys any of us had met with foreskins on their dicks.
Since I still had Shy's brother's bike, and we knew both Dev and Prem had rental bikes to use, the logistics were easy to work out. At least they had been, before, as my father liked to describe rain, the angels decided to piss all over our plans. I couldn't begin to guess how all five of us could get together anywhere, knowing my parents wouldn't allow me to just go strolling out in the rain, and I suspected Dev and Prem's parents would likely frown upon the idea as well.
The only umbrellas we had at the cottage were beach umbrellas, which would be unwieldy at their best. I as I heard the rain hit the window like hail, I knew that the wind coming out of the north was much too strong to allow for opening a a 7' canvas umbrella without having it either drag me down the beach or lift me into the air, unless it first turned inside out.
Just as I began to despair seeing any of my new friends that day, my phone chirped, informing me I had received a text message.
Shy: <well, this sucks!>
Me: <no `shit'!> I replied, using a poop emoji in place of the word.
Trey: <so i guess we can't hang out today> Shy had obviously included Trey in the recipient list.
Shy:
Trey: <you really wanted to suck on prem's uncut dick>
Me: <and i wanted to suck on Dev's> I responded, thinking there really should be a dick emoji.
Trey:
Shy:
Trey: <and weather guy says its gonna be hot and `sunny' tomorrow> He'd used a sun emoji.
Shy:
Suddenly a new text window opened on my phone. It was from Dev.
Dev: <Good morning, my friends.>
I went back to the original window and asked <are you guys getting this? From dev i mean>
Shy:
Trey:
I clicked back onto Dev's message: Shy and Trey added their greetings.
Dev:
We all replied, expressing our shared dismay.
Dev:
I was struck by two things about Dev's last. Firstly, he texted in full sentences, even using uppercase letters and periods. Secondly, he told us Prem had told his parents "all about" us! Trey responded before I could
Trey: <ALL???> There was a pause, during which I'm sure Shy and Trey held their respective breaths, just as I was doing.
Dev: <Oh no, my friends!> He even used commas! <He told them nothing but that we had met you while searching for seashells, and that we had hoped to see you again today.> I exhaled in relief, again sure that Trey and Shy had just done the same.
Me: <Yeah its sad we can't do that today>
Dev: <Perhaps we can. You see, my father saw how upset Prem was, and he has said that he would bring us in the car to see you.>
There was a long pause, which I'm sure must have made Dev wonder what was happening. I just couldn't think of anything to say, wondering exactly what this might mean. I finally texted back.
Me:
Dev: Dev explained.
Me: <what about trey?>
Trey: <you think i never walk to shy's house in the rain? I will be there!>
Me: <OK but i have to ask my parents. They never heard of dev and prem yet, and they will make their dad come in before they let me get in a car with him>
Dev:
Me:
Trey: <dont worry about that. I have ideas. We will get back to you Dev with details OK?>
Dev: <Yes, that is OK, my friends. I look forward to seeing you all, and Prem is very happy now.>
Shy: <Is prem there? Hi prem!>
Dev: <Prem says, "Hi, Shy!">
Trey:
Dev: Knowing full well that he wouldn't, I'd already started typing before his text.
Me: <it means See You Later. C U L8R. See?>
Dev: <Oh yes, I can see that now. You Americans are so clever.> Part of me hoped he was being sarcastic, as it sounded like one of the snarky things I might say.
Suddenly my phone rang, and I saw Trey's name on the caller ID.
"'Sup," I said.
"Hold on," Trey said.
After a bit of silence, I heard Shy saying, "Hi, Palmer."
"Hey, Shy," I smiled, just envisioning his smiling face. "Guess we're on conference call, huh?"
"Yep," Trey said jauntily. "Ain't it a great time to be alive? Anyway, here's what I was thinking..."
Between Trey, Shy and myself, we managed to concoct what we thought a plausible story to tell my parents about how I'd met Dev and Prem. I couldn't say I was confident I could sell it, but I did think it believable. After they both hung up, I had maybe another twenty minutes to prepare myself for my performance before my mother came down the hall, sniffing at the air and smiling when she detected the scent of coffee.
"You do realize that making coffee is going to be your job at home from now on, don't you?" she smiled, walking over to where I sat on a counter stool, reaching around my head to pull it down so she could kiss me on the top. She took a cup from the cupboard and poured herself some coffee. "Mmmmm," she hummed contentedly, clearly pleased with the strong brew I'd made. "I wish I could teach your father to make it like this."
"I like coffee, not road tar," my father mumbled, walking into the kitchen in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. After pouring a half cup of coffee for himself, he then filled the remainder of the cup with cream, putting it into the microwave to restore a bit of its heat. "Why's it so damned cold in here?"
"Because it's so damned cold outside," I replied, doing my best to sound dejected, already preparing the stage for my upcoming scene. "And the rain isn't going to be stopping anytime soon, either."
"Oh well," my mom chirped pleasantly, clearly seeing it as part of her maternal duty to cheer me up, "we'll just have to find something else to do."
"Yeah, but," I said, pausing just long enough to make sure I had both my parent's full attention, "Trey and Shy start school tomorrow. We really wanted to be able to hang out together, and we invited Dev and Prem, too. But now we won't be able to." Somehow I had managed to regress to about 13 years old as I whined about how all my plans for the day were coming to naught.
"Who's Dev and Prem?" my father asked, as if on cue.
"You know," I said, as if my father was losing his memory. "They're those brothers from India." Seeing the expected look of incomprehension on both of their faces, I delivered my next line, "We met them Monday when we walked over to Shy's house." They both shook their heads, almost as if in response to my stage directions. "C'mon, we must have told you about them."
"Sweetheart, I promise you that none of you ever said a word about any brothers from India," my mother chuckled. "That's not the sort of thing I'd be likely to forget."
"Amazing," my father snorted. "He's here three days and he's already making friends from overseas." He took a long swig from his cup. "And here I was worried..."
I saw my mother shoot my father a look, though I couldn't quite understand why she would be upset at what he'd said. Then I remembered that she hadn't been privy to the conversation my dad and I had had the previous evening, when he asked if I had friends at home, and seemed pleased with how quickly I had made friends at the beach this year. I wasn't sure this explained anything, but it was the best I could come up with.
"I was just texting with all the guys," I went on, lest I lose my momentum. "Dev said his dad would ride us over to Shy's house if they wanted. But I knew you wouldn't think it was good letting me get in some guy's car , since you never met him or anything. Dev said his dad would be happy to come in and meet you, but I just figured..."
I hung my head, wanting to look as despondent as possible. I'd played my parents before, of course, with maybe about a 50-50 success rate, mostly when I was still in school and played sick to avoid a test or other such nonsense. Though I felt silly slathering on the pathos, I figured the stakes were high enough to justify whatever indignity I might suffer. That was, of course, before I realized just how undignified I could be made to feel.
I heard my father sort of... grunt, I guess. It wasn't a noise I recognized at first, until he repeated it, then I knew it at once. I'd used it many times in the past, as had many of my friends. It was usually masked behind a hand, one pretending to cough, while in reality horking out the word "bullshit." I looked up to see my father giving me an incredulous look.
"Seriously?" he asked me, chuckling aloud. "My god, Palmer, I thought you were fifteen years old!" I had no response, having no idea what he was talking about. Seeing my uncomprehending expression, he began laughing, and I mean really laughing! "How stupid do you think I am? Of course you want to spend time with your friends, especially while you still can! Hell, I'd drive you there myself if you wanted me to. Why would you think you'd have to try to trick us into letting you go?"
"I -- I didn't -- I wasn't..." was all I could say before I noticed my mom was also laughing into her hand.
"But it was fun watching you try," Mom giggled. "I swear, you looked like you did when you were ten years old and would try to lie to us. You were always sooooo obvious!" She and my father guffawed together for several mortifying minutes, before she spoke again. "You've always been the worst lier I've ever seen."
The way my eyes stung from their ridicule almost made me feel ten years old again, like I could burst into tears any second. Just when that became a very real possibility. My father walked over beside me and pulled me into a one-armed, sideways embrace.
"Son, didn't I tell you last night that I'm proud of you and that I love you?" He asked, much of the humor draining from his voice. "I guess I should have said that I trust you, too. And you very nearly proved to me that my trust was well placed, right up until you tried to trick us."
"I didn't try -." was all I managed before Dad cut across me.
"Yes, you did," he nodded and pulled me closer. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I know you just wanted to be with your new friends so much today, that you didn't want to take a chance that we might not let you. But before that, you told us that your Indian friend's dad would be happy to come in and meet us before he took you to Shy's house. That was very responsible of you, son. I'm proud of you, and I'll still trust you... as long as you don't try and trick your mother or me again."
"And of course, the same goes for me," Mom added, wrapping an arm around me from the other side, and leaning down to kiss my cheek.
I could have cried all over again, not from embarrassment or hurt feelings, but from the overpowering love that flowed from my parents and filled me with a warmth I couldn't remember ever feeling before. I wanted to tell them how much it meant to me, how my love for them ran just as deeply, or maybe even more so, than theirs for me. But I knew if I even tried to say "I love you," I would be bawling like a baby.
"I think you should text your Indian friend, what was his name again?" my dad asked?"
"Dev," I said, my voice cracking on just that single syllable, "and his brother Prem."
"Yes," My dad nodded, removing his arm and smiling at me, "your friends Dev and Prem. Let them know that we look forward to meeting them and their father. Ask them to wait a while though, so we can all have some breakfast before you go running off."
"I will," I sniffled, picking up my phone. I sent the text to Dev, making sure I included Shy and Trey in the recipient list. When I'd finished, I looked up at Dad and said, "Thanks, dad." Then I turned to my mom and thanked her, too.
"You're welcome, son," my dad said. The he turned to my mother and asked, "Honey, could you give Palmer and me a few minutes?"
I saw a look of mild confusion cross my mother's face. Still, she only hesitated a moment before sayin, "Of course. I'll go and make myself presentable. Just call me when you're done, and then I'll get breakfast started."
Once she had gone back to the master suite, my father sat on the high counter seat next to mine and said, "Listen, Palmer, I want you to know that I was your age once, and I know how important it is at your age to have friends."
"I know, Dad," I nodded.
"And you remember when I asked you last night if you had friends at home, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, wondering where he might be going with all of this.
"I also want you to know that I understand how hard it can be at fifteen to sort out your feelings." He paused, clearly searching for words. "And I know how it can be scary thinking that your friends would stop being your friends if they knew everything you thought about and everything you felt. Do you know what I mean?"
"N-not really," I replied.
"No, I don't suppose you do," my dad smiled understandingly. "I don't know what you think I think about things, but you might be surprised to know that I'm more open-minded than you might imagine. For instance, I'm not so prejudiced or phobic not to have noticed that Trey and Shy are both very attractive boys."
I felt a chill run through my body. Of all the things my dad could have said to me, nothing could have frightened me more.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that you don't always get to choose how you're going to feel, or towards whom you'll feel it." Needless to say, his attempt to clarify his meaning only further obscured it. As if reading that thought in my head, he continued, "I told you last night that now is the time when you should be having fun and trying new things. And I want you to know that there's nothing wrong with feeling affection towards somebody, just because that person might be the same gender."
Feeling as if he'd opened my skull and started rifling through my thoughts and emotions, I tried to repel the invasion, or at least delay it by asking, "Dad, are you asking me if I'm -- I'm..."
"I'm not `asking' you anything," Dad replied with a loving smile. "I'm just saying that you have plenty of time to figure these things out on your own. And if you have friends who you believe can help you, then I would never do anything to stand in your way. Besides, from what I've seen, you could do a lot worse than Trey and Shy." He stood up again, and wrapped both arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. "You have a good head on your shoulders, son, and I'll say it again, I trust you. I only ask that you be careful, OK, son?"
I had no idea how to answer him. I knew that he knew full well how close Trey, Shy and I had become, and that he more than suspected it was more than compatible personalities that had cemented that bond. Everything around me appeared surrealistic in the light of my own realization that my father not only knew I had been physically intimate with two, young, attractive boys, but that he actually approved. Once all of this had managed to permeate my conscious mind, I remembered his question, and answered simply, "I will, Dad."
"I know you will, son," my Dad smiled once more, releasing me from his embrace. "And I'm sure that Dev and..."
"Prem," I reminded him.
"Yes, Dev and Prem are every bit as worthy to be your friends as are Trey and Shy."
I wanted to get up and dance, and sing, and announce to the world that I was the happiest teenager on earth, to not only have such wonderful new friends, but to have such an understanding and loving father. Instead I simply stood, turned to my father and, for the third time in less than twelve hours, embrace him tightly, not only for what he said, but also for what he never bothered to ask, while all the time assuring me that he'd always be there to listen to my answers to his unspoken questions.
"Well, there it is," Dad said, as we broke our embrace. "Now lemme go see if your mother is finished showering so we can all have something to eat."
It was 10:30 by the time we'd finished eating, thirty minutes before Dev, Prem and their father were scheduled to arrive. Suddenly realizing I'd not yet showered, I ran downstairs, stripped off and turned on the shower. A moment later I turned it off, realizing I desperately needed to have a dump. I was glad I needed one just at that moment, as I knew it could help prevent an embarrassing accident later. Finally stepping into the shower, I used the pulsating massage setting to shoot warm water as far up inside me as I could, wanting to be sure to be as clean inside my "boy pussy" as possible, short of sticking a garden hose up there.
Dressed now in a pair of cargo shorts, with nothing underneath, and the same t-shirt I'd been wearing earlier, I walked down the hall towards the stairs. I suddenly heard a knock at the front door, which was at the base of the stairs. "I'll get it," I shouted up to my parents. Pulling the door open, I saw a drenched looking Dev smiling at me, and Prem pushing him from behind. Barely fitting onto the wooden landing behind the two boys, I saw a man. He was every bit as mocha skinned as, but hardly taller than, either boy, and equally waterlogged.
"Come in, come in," I said quickly, stepping out of the way and waving an arm to usher them inside. As each entered, he toed off his sandals without being asked to do so, including the man I naturally presumed to be Dev and Prem's father.
Once they were inside and the door was closed, I heard my mother's voice drop down on us from the top of the stairs, saying, "Hello! I'm Lindsay Schumann." Before any of the three visiting males could respond, she scolded me, "Palmer, what are you thinking? Run and get our guests some towels, for goodness sake. Don't leave them standing there dripping wet." Never mind that they'd only been in the house some five seconds before she saw them. Nevertheless, in my mind I agreed and went to take some towels that I knew had been freshly laundered out of the dryer in the laundry room. I handed one to each of our guests, using the opportunity to introduce myself to Dev and Prem's father.
"It is my honor to meet you, young Palmer. I am Dr. Barsar. Dr. Atal Barsar. And I thank you for your hospitality, and for befriending my sons."
For a moment I simply stared at the man, at a complete loss as to how to respond to the formal and deferential way in which he greeted me. I simply reached out my hand and said, "Oh, Dev and Prem are great. I'm glad I met them."
As simple a statement as it was, I saw Dev and Prem smile broadly as their father took my hand, as if I had told him they had saved me from drowning in a rip tide.
"Gentlemen," my father said, now standing beside my mother at the top of the stairs, "won't you please come up so that we can offer you some refreshment." I waved my arm so that Dr. Barsar would go first, followed by his sons, and lastly by me.
"I am Palmer Schumann," my father said, extending his hand to Dr. Barsar.
"I am Dr. Atal Barsar," Dev and Prem's father replied. "But you will, I hope, please call me Atal."
"I shall indeed, Atal," my father smiled, "and you must call me Palmer, if you like." Holding out a hand toward my mother, Dad said, "And this is my wife, Lyndsay Schumann, and I assure you she will be quite offended if you do not call her Lyndsay." He chuckled so as to ensure Dr. Barsar knew he was joking, at least as far as offending my mother was concerned.
"May I offer anyone a cup of coffee, or tea perhaps," my mother said after a small bow to our guests. I noticed she neither offered her hand, nor did Dr. Barsar or his sons seem to expect it.
"A cup of tea would be quite the treat," Dr. Barsar said cheerfully. "I don't suppose you might have any - ."
"Darjeeling?" my mother asked, with a knowing smile on her face. "It is one of my favorites, and I would hardly travel without it."
"Oh, Mr. Schumann, you have been blessed with a wife of consummate taste," Dr. Barsar smiled at my father.
"But for the fact that she chose to accept my proposal of marriage," my dad replied, "I would agree. But once again, I must insist that you call me Palmer, so that I might feel comfortable addressing you as Atal."
"Of course, Palmer," Dev's and Prem's father replied. "I simply find that it is always best to remain formal with new acquaintances until given permission to be otherwise."
"Well," my father smiled warmly, "I hereby give you my permission to be as informal with my family as you would be with your own, and to feel as comfortable in our home, temporary as it is, as you are in your own."
I'd never really thought much about my father's and mother's professions. I knew my dad's engineering work took him out of the country, not overly often, but regularly. I also knew that, even when he wasn't traveling, my father often met with people from all over the world. My mother worked at a local university, where, I would only later come to understand, she was one of the youngest female tenured professors in the country, if not the world. Yet she was still my primary home school teacher, though my father had a pretty active hand in it as well. While they were certainly able to teach me the basics, there was a heavy leaning towards physics, my mother's field of expertise, and mathematics, in which my father excelled.
And so it was no wonder that both my parents knew how to appropriately welcome and cater to an obviously educated visitor from India. I'd been introduced to a fair number of my mother's colleagues who were of Indian descent, though usually in passing before I was excused while she entertained them. I could only presume that my father's work, mostly overseeing new construction of power plants, included plenty of interaction with people from India as well. I managed to glean from their conversation that Dr. Barsar was primarily a cardiologist, but also a qualified pulmonologist, basically meaning he was a heart doctor, as well as a lung doctor.
"Excuse me," I said in an attempt to interrupt the free flowing conversation that had developed between my parents and my own guests' father, "Would it be OK if I took Dev and Prem downstairs to see my room?"
"Of course, sweetheart," my mother said, barely looking up.
My father, however, clearly met my eye. "Yes, why don't you do that. You might want to get in touch with your friends and let them know you'll be on your way soon. We'll try not to keep Dr. Barsar too long."
With a rush of gratitude in my chest for my father's understanding, I beckoned to Dev and Prem to follow me and we padded barefoot down the stairs, where I welcomed them into my bedroom.
I immediately apologized, embarrassed that I hadn't made my bed, until Dev remarked, "This looks much like Prem's room. I'm not certain he knows how to make his own bed."
"I know how!" Prem argued, "I just don't know why. I will just sleep in it again the next night." Prem's opinion exactly reflected my own, which I shared with both boys.
"Besides," I added, "wait till you see Shy's bedroom. He leaves underwear all over the floor!"
I pulled my cell from my pocket and sent a text to both Shy and Trey to let them know Dev and Prem were at my cottage, and that we'd hopefully soon be on our way, though I wondered when that might happen, now that my parents and Dr. Barsar seemed to have hit it off so well. I knew how my parents could be, monopolizing a person's attention, when they considered that person worthy of attention. Despite my worries, I soon heard my father calling down to us.
"New plan, boys," Dad said when we'd reached the top of the stairs. "I'm going to take you to Shy's house, and Dr. Barsar will drive back his cottage and pick up Mrs... er, I should say, the other Dr. Barsar, and bring her here so we can spend this rainy day together, just like all you boys." After this announcement, my father, very slyly, gave me a wink. My estimation of him shot up about 200% in that single split second.
"Great," I smiled broadly, not for show but because I couldn't stop myself from doing so. Soon, Dev, Prem, my dad and I were on our way to Shy's house. Not certain I could remember the route, having only walked it one time, I had texted Shy, asking for his address so that I could use my phone's GPS to give Dad directions. Even in the driving rain, it only took maybe ten minutes before we were pulling into Shy's driveway.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, leaning over for a half-hug. "You're the best."
"I know," my dad replied. "And you're not so bad yourself. Have fun, you boys," he added to all of us.
Dev, Prem and I ran from the car to the front door, which thankfully had a bit of a roof that gave us some respite from the rain. I rang the doorbell, and in a few seconds the door swung open, revealing Shy in nothing but a bright red speedo. I turned to wave at my dad, who tapped the horn twice before backing out of the driveway. I stepped inside followed by Prem and Dev, each of us kicking off our sandals as soon as we were inside.
"Hi, guys," Shy smiled his cutest smile. Looking at me, he asked, "Is your dad gone?"
Not even bothering to look out the window, I said, "Yeah.
"Cool," Shy said, and then without warning he bent over and slid his tight swimsuit down his legs, stepping out of them and holding them on the end of his index finger. I knew him well enough by now to know he wasn't really surprised by the shocked expression on all of our faces. "Oh," he said in mock confusion, "did I forget to tell you that the last free day before school starts is `Naked Day?'"
All I could do was smile. Dev and Prem, on the other hand, despite our early morning encounter, looked as shocked as they had when I'd first greeted them on the beach, wearing nothing but my watch. But as he had those few hours ago, Prem recovered more quickly than Dev, and pulled off his t-shirt. It wasn't long before his shorts dropped to his ankles, and he stood in his white y-fronts, already tenting from his growing erection. At that point he stopped, looking over at his big brother.
Sure that Dev was still uncomfortable with such casual nudity, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor. I then unbuttoned my cargos and pulled down the zip. Loose as they were, they simply dropped, exposing my ass and quickly stiffening cock to any and all who cared to look.
"C'mon, Dev," Shy giggled. "We already saw it."
"Yeah, we did," I added, trying not to sound as excited as Shy, "and it looked awesome. I'd love to see it again." The strange look on his face made me question the wisdom of my last comment, but the bulge in his shorts contradicted his face, and I was sure it would only be a matter of time.
As if to encourage his brother, Prem said, "Well, I will do it." With that he bent down and slid off his tight whites. As I'd done with my cargos, he caught them with a toe and kicked them into the pile formed by his and my clothes and, unless I missed my guess, Trey's as well.
Now standing in the small entryway with three nude boys, it seemed as if Dev simply bowed to the inevitability of it, pulling off his t-shirt and adding it to the pile. I couldn't quite understand the embarrassment on his face, considering we'd all been nude together out on the beach. But then he slid the elastic waisted shorts down his smooth brown legs, revealing that he, like me, had forgone underwear. His totally hard cock now sprung up, the very tip of his dick head showing out of the end of his foreskin.
"See," I smiled, "awesome."
Ignoring Dev's obvious self-consciousness, Shy said, "OK, Let's go downstairs." His small white butt showing us the way, Prem, Dev and I followed him down the stairs to the basement game room. Trey was already lounging on a sofa, nude of course, and lazily playing with his own hard cock.
"Hey, guys," Trey welcomed us. "Glad you could come." He'd clearly braved the downpour to attend the gathering, his hair still quite wet and hanging straight down. He stood up and asked, "Who wants a beer?"
"Hit me," Shy piped up, and Trey tossed a can to him from the fridge. Not waiting for my response, he threw one to me as well.
"What's kind's this?" I asked.
"Just some light stuff my dad calls piss water," Shy snickered. "I think we could drink it all and he wouldn't care, except my mom likes one every so often."
"Dev? Prem?" Trey asked, holding up another can.
"Please, yes," Prem said immediately.
"No, Prem," Dev once more tried to assert his elder brother authority. "You are too young for alcohol."
"So are we," I smiled at Dev. "Besides, you're on vacation!" I added, echoing my father's sentiment from the day before.
"Yes, Dev," Prem stood naked but defiant, "And what would mother say if we refused our hosts' hospitality? She would say that we were insulting them."
"Maybe one is allowed, then," Dev capitulated, soon finding himself with a can of his own to contend with.
"Have a seat everyone," Shy waved towards the sofas. Dev and Prem sat at one end of a sofa, their thighs, hips and shoulders pressed against one another. Trey and I sat at either end of the other sofa facing Dev and Prem. I thought that Shy would sit in the loveseat, but instead he plopped down beside Dev, close enough so that his thigh rested against his guest's. As tan as Shy was, he looked pale beside the Indian boys. I wouldn't say they were brown as much as a caramel color. The primary difference was, where naked Shy still wore a bright, white phantom speedo, there was no such difference showing in Dev's or Prem's laps.
Now that my eyes had been drawn there, I was beginning to grow increasingly interested in what else showed in their laps. As the beer began dulling my inhibitions while fueling my libido, I found I'd been staring rather shamelessly at my newest friends' uncut dicks. With their foreskins intact, their cocks looked more like tubes of smooth flesh than the acorn-tipped shaft of our my own stiff boy toy. Prem's, though, did show a slight indentation where his glans met the shaft, whereas Dev's didn't seem to differ at all from root to tip.
I looked up when I suddenly heard Prem giggle. He was staring at my crotch, and I looked down to see that I'd been unconsciously stroking myself. Once everyone had caught on, Trey, Shy and Prem began laughing out loud, while Dev seemed not to know if he should join in.
"Oops," I smiled, feeling the blush beginning to burn my cheeks. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Trey chuckled, sliding over to press himself against me. "That's kinda why we're here, right?" He reached over, pushing my hand aside and replacing it with his own. I sighed as he began alternating between fondling and stroking me. Through heavy eyelids, I could see Prem smiling while Dev just watched, a mixture of surprise and intense curiosity clearly displayed on his dark tan face.
"That looks fun, dontcha think?" Shy said, leaning over to press his bare shoulder against Dev's. He reached over with his left hand and began to stroke Dev's thigh with his middle finger, from his knee to all the way up to his crotch. Even from across the room I could see the goose flesh rise on Dev's leg. Shy allowed his finger to reach further until he was now working the inside of Dev's thigh. Perhaps unconsciously, Dev moved his knees further apart.
Apparently feeling left out, Prem stood up. I wasn't sure if it was true, or even possible, but I thought his smallish dick looked even stiffer than before. He walked over to sit on the other side of Trey. There he began mimicking Shy's treatment of his big brother, tickling the inside of Trey's thigh. I could feel Trey shiver strongly as the youngster's finger slid along his bare skin. Trey's hand stopped moving and he gripped my cock more firmly, apparently distracted by Prem's attentions.
Through the cloud of sexual tension that descended on the room, I tried to devise a way to get Dev's cock, which now was showing the same indentation around the top that Prem's had, into my mouth, or maybe even...
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I dismissed it, more or less. Dev seemed entirely too overwhelmed with all that he'd so far experienced, and all that was currently happening. I felt certain that he quite a ways from even envisioning sticking his uncut cock up another boy's ass. That still didn't prevent my mind from envisioning myself with my legs pulled up, my ankles resting on Dev's shoulders while he thrust into me until he delivered his warm semen deep within me.
My mind cleared a bit as I heard Dev gasp. Shy had apparently tired of the foreplay and had taken Dev's cock into his fist, while reaching across with his other hand to play with the older boy's tight scrotum. Dev seemed to immediately, and uncharacteristically, relax. He leaned back, his eyes closed and his face to the ceiling. None of this escaped his little brother's notice, who giggled sweetly to watch his brother so obviously enjoying himself. Once again taking his lead from Shy, Prem took hold of Trey's cock, stroking it slowly while he fingered his balls.
"Oh, shit," Trey sighed, looking much like Dev. Quite understandably, he let go of my dick, sitting back to enjoy Prem's ministrations. Now the odd man out, I decided to raise the stakes a bit. I stood up and walked across to the other sofa. Sitting on the floor, I spread Shy's knees apart, and started feeling him up and giving him few strokes. As soon as I saw a small drop of precum appear on the tip of his dick, I licked my lips and leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth.
Shy never skipped a beat. He simply began pumping Dev's cock in earnest, eliciting soft moans and the occasional whimper. I could see that Dev was now so lost in his own pleasure that he was able to totally ignore his little brother working Trey's cock. I took that as my cue, and removed my mouth from Shy. When he looked down at me questioningly, I just shrugged my head towards Dev's crotch. He narrowed his eyes for a second, not at first sure of what I was wordlessly saying. Then his eyebrows slowly rose, and he smiled. As I scooted across floor, Shy moved his hands from Dev's lap.
Dev looked down and saw me sitting on the floor in front of him. He spread his legs a bit wider, no doubt expecting me to carry on with the same treatment Shy had been giving him. Silly boy. I began by fondling his bits for a while, just long enough for him to again tilt him head back. Then I quickly leaned forward, taking nearly his entire length into my mouth. Wasting no time, I started sliding up and down, gripping him tightly with my lips.
"Oh god!" Dev exclaimed. I looked up to see him staring at me, and I could virtually feel ever muscle in his body tense at the same time. Even his toes curled upward and his legs sprung apart even further, probably as far as they were able. He began bouncing his hips upward, sticking himself further into my mouth in short, fast stabs rather than long thrusts. I fingered his balls, that were so tight now that they were very nearly free of wrinkles. Shy was tickling the inside of Dev's thigh again, no doubt adding yet another degree of intensity to what was, from what he'd said much earlier that morning, Dev's very first blow job, something I knew I would always wear as a badge of honor. I knew then that there would always be a boy in India who would never forget me.
I turned a bit so I could get up on my knees and face Dev straight on, making it easier for me to slide up and down on him, while I propped myself up with my hands on his thighs. I knew that, before the day was out, I wanted to teach him to take me from above, letting him fuck my mouth as I held onto his bum. I also thought it would be fun to give his little brother the same chance. It just seemed that Prem would be less reserved than Dev, which posed no chocking hazard for me as his cock wasn't as long.
"Palmer, you must stop!" It was not an order but a plea. "Please!" he added, confirming my deduction. Feeling sure I knew why he'd made the request, I instead tightened my lips and sped my movements. In a move for which I was sure Dev would be inconsolably mortified afterwards, he began lifting himself, delivering long thrusts, while his hands held the back of my head. If he truly wanted me to stop, he was making a bad job of it, very nearly ensuring that I couldn't possible pull my mouth from his cock. Not like I'd really planned to. In fact, I'd fully intended NOT to!
He shouted. Loudly! Yes, Dev actually shouted as I felt the first salty emission coating the back of my tongue! As each subsequent spurt entered my hungry mouth, his shouts became strangled moans, each fueled by a deep intake of breath. I swore I felt no less than five actual spurts hit the inside of my mouth. I'd have loved to find a way to measure just how much cum I had managed to draw from my enticingly shy friend from halfway around the world. I could easily estimate that it was more than I'd ever managed to suck out of Shy or Trey.
Licking him as I did so, I slowly released Dev's cock from my mouth, so that there wasn't a trace of cum left on his foreskin, though it shone with my saliva. Knowing now how his foreskin slid back, I used my hand to do so, eliciting a hiss from its owner. Seeing traces of cum still coating his glans, I leaned forward and licked it clean. Dev again uncontrollably tensed every muscle in his body, no doubt shocked by my rough tongue licking his ultra-sensitized dick head.
I hadn't yet had a chance to cum, but I felt oddly satisfied. I knew I had managed to break through the wall of Dev's estimation of what was possible and acceptable. Filled with a powerful feeling of conquest, I looked forward to the next few hours we still had left to us, hoping I could strip away whatever inhibitions Dev still possessed. It truly reminded me of how I might have been, and indeed HAD been, before seeing Shy and Trey suck each other off on the beachside stairs of my vacation cottage.
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, Prem had learned quickly and well. I was, apparently, a better teacher than I might have previously imagined.
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