Autumn Postponed - Chapter 14
Author's notes: The rain continues, but provides the perfect opportunity for the boys' new friends to discover yet more ways to enjoy the company, and the affection, of other boys.
But all good days must come to an end, much to Palmer's chagrin.
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FROM CHAPTER 13
Pushing myself up with my hands, I knelt for a minute or two before deciding to stand up. As I struggled to get to my feet, I felt Dev's hands in my embarrassingly sweaty armpits helping me up with surprising strength. I turned around to see him giving me a look on unabashed affection, as if I'd given him a great gift. Truth be told, I was the one who felt gifted, but I wasn't about to argue as Dev leaned in and, quite passionately, planted a long, soft kiss on my lips. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a warm embrace, pressing the side of his face to mine. Needless to say, the same embrace brought our bodies into contact again in a very stimulating way. I couldn't stop my cock from responding, though I felt as if my obvious erection was ruining a very touching moment.
"Thank you, my friend," Dev whispered in my ear. "I cannot say how very happy I am that I met you. All of you." Turning his face to mine again, he leaned in for another kiss. I reciprocated, this time pushing my tongue against his lips until he opened his mouth, letting his tongue meet mine. I was immediately aware of two things: first, Dev had very soft lips, and second, if you french someone who's eaten cayenne pepper at lunch, you can taste it, and it still burns a little. Deciding I could handle a bit of spice in my life, I put my hand on the back of Dev's head, mashing our lips even more firmly together.
Chapter 14
I was distracted away from kissing Dev when I heard giggling from behind me. Somehow Shy had managed to push Prem onto his back on the ottoman, and was tickling him mercilessly. Prem kept trying to push Shy's wiggling fingers away, but each time he managed, Shy simply chose another spot anywhere between Prem's neck and balls. It seemed as if the boy didn't have a non-ticklish inch of skin.
Dev and I stepped back from one another, and I noticed Trey sitting on the sofa, fingering his stiff cock. I realized that he was the only one left who hadn't had a chance to be satisfied since lunch. Inasmuch as he had directed a fair amount of the action, and had helped prepare our two new guests for what could arguably be called the most remarkable experience of their young lives, it simply seemed unfair.
Even as I congratulated myself for the "sacrifice" I was about to make, asking Trey to fuck me, I was pre-empted, and in a surprising way.
"Trey, will you... `fuck' me now?" We all spun to see Prem, still lying face up on the footstool, tilting his head back to look at Trey. "I want to know what it is like."
"Oh no, little man," Trey chuckled. "I don't think that would be good for you yet."
"Why not?" Prem asked, flipping over and sitting on the end of the ottoman so he could speak to Trey more comfortably. "Shy says it doesn't hurt, and you didn't get to do it yet. And nobody... `fucked' me yet."
"Maybe you should ask Shy," Trey reasoned. "I think you'd like it more with him." I knew immediately why Trey was so reticent. Out of the three of us American boys, he had the largest cock. I mean, he wasn't huge, and he maybe had all of about a half inch on me. He was a bit bigger around, though.
"But Shy already fucked Palmer," Prem argued. "And so did Dev, and I fucked Shy. It's your turn now. Dev, tell him it is OK."
"I am not certain, Prem," Dev said, not in the authoritative voice he tended to use when directing or correcting his little brother, but clearly trying to sound reasonable. "You are still quite small, and it might hurt if he... I mean, his is rather large..."
"But Shy isn't much bigger than me, and he says Trey fucks him many times," Prem replied, beginning to sound petulant, as befitting his age. "I can let him try, and if it doesn't fit we will stop." Dev eyes flicked between Trey and me, as if asking us either how to argue with Prem, or whether or not it would be all right.
With unquestioning trust in Trey, I said, "Well, Trey, you remember my first time. You helped me get ready so that it didn't hurt at all. Maybe, y'know, with the candle and all..."
"Are you serious?" Trey asked, his voice increasing in pitch and volume.
"That's a good point, Trey," I heard Shy's voice from behind me. "Besides, maybe when they get home, Prem and Dev will want to know how to help another boy learn how to do it. So if we show them..."
"I don't believe this," Trey said quietly, his eyes scanning all of our faces. Still his stiff cock belied his reticence, and he looked at the cute little boy from India. "Are you sure, little dude? You have to be real sure before I... before I even THINK about... doing it with you."
"I am very sure," Prem smiled, as if knowing he had won. He stood up and, pushing both me and his brother aside, stood in front of Trey and wrapped his arms around him, saying, "Please show me how, Trey." Watching Trey's face was like watching the walls of some medieval castle crumbling beneath the onslaught an advancing army's catapults.
With a giggle, Shy said, "I'll get the candle," running up the stairs to his bedroom, and to whatever hiding place held that wax taper that had, mere days ago, helped me to take Trey's hard cock up my ass.
"Candle?" Dev asked, looking at me with uncertainty.
"You'll see," I assured him with a smile. "But I promise you no one is going to hurt your brother in any way, all right?"
"Yes," Dev nodded with a smile, "I know that you are all our good friends, and you would not hurt Prem or me."
"Never," I smiled back, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around Dev's hips, rubbing his smooth ass as I kissed him again.
Shy came bouncing back into game room, waving the white candle that had played such an important part in my first time being butt-fucked by Trey. I still recalled with pride how I had easily taken eight inches of that ersatz wax dildo inside myself, still willing to take more. In that instant, I knew I wanted to be involved in whatever we needed to do to prepare Prem to take Trey's dick into his virgin bum. Yes, part of it was quite prurient, but another part was to make sure that Prem was treated with great care.
Shy then took the lead. He first grabbed several more throw pillows, stacking them on one end of the ottoman. Then he led Prem to kneel down and lay his upper body across the footstool, with his thin legs hanging down. While the pillows raised his ass high, opening him rather well, Prem could barely even touch the floor with his toes.
"This isn't gonna work," Shy said, reviewing the results. "I think Prem just needs to be on the floor." He made Prem stand up and took a couple pillows, setting them strategically on the floor. Instructing Prem to kneel down on the carpet, he then told him to bend over and rest his crossed arm on the pillows. I immediately understood that he was doing what he and Trey had done with me, putting Prem on the floor in the same position I'd been in on Shy's bed the first time Trey fucked me.
I had to admit Shy's idea was the best. Once he'd directed Prem to spread his legs, his brown puckered asshole was fully exposed and available for penetration. My cock filled with blood at the sight, knowing that Prem's ass, soon to become a boy pussy, would be incredibly tight even after the same sort of preparation mine had received.
"OK, Dev," Shy said finding and handing the bottle of lube to Prem's big brother, "take this and drip it into Prem's crack." He pointed to show Dev where he should begin. Dev took the bottle, flipped the top, and turned it upside down, dripping the thick liquid at the top of Prem's ass crack, from where it flowed down to his hole. "Now put some on your finger," Shy continued, watching Dev do so, and then added, "Now put your finger at his hole and see if you can stick it in."
There was something oddly erotic about watching Dev fingering his little brother's asshole, especially when he finally penetrated him, with Shy kneeling down to explain to Prem how to force his ass to open for his brother's finger. Both boys looked surprised at the result, and it wasn't long before Dev's index finger slid in completely. Shy told Dev to slide his finger in and out, curling it downward to see if he could find a small bump in his brother's ass.
Prem made a whimpering sound. I was sure it wasn't from pain, but rather from the stimulation he felt as Dev found his prostate gland. I was more convinced that was the case when Prem rocked backwards, as if seeking more penetration. I couldn't help but wonder if Dev would be able to set aside enough of his inhibitions to be able to make use of this technique once the brothers had returned to India. After having fucked me, I doubted he could go long before asking his little brother to provide the same service. Of course, much might depend on how much Prem enjoyed having Trey's cock up his ass.
Trey and Shy continued their double-team prep work, Trey instructing Dev to insert two fingers while Shy kept reminding Prem to relax. But when Trey told Dev to try separating his fingers, Prem nearly leapt forward, no doubt from the increased pressure on his prostate.
Eventually, Trey told Dev to remove his fingers, and then asked me to hand him the candle. Trey explained the purpose of the wax taper, and then pour some lube onto it, handing the bottle back to Dev so he could add more to Prem's hole.
"See that line there?" Trey asked Dev, pointing to a circle that had been scratched into the wax. "That's how far we got it into Palmer." I laughed, not knowing that my achievement had been carved in wax.
"I coulda done more," I said smugly.
"But this works good because it's almost as big around as my dick, so it'll really help Prem get ready," Trey explained. "Do you want to put it in, Dev?"
"No, my friend," Dev said quickly. "I think you know the best way, and I wouldn't want to hurt Prem." Trey nodded and lined up the candle with Prem's hole. I had to admire Prem as I watched the candle slide smoothly and deeply, without the slightest sign of discomfort from the small boy. Dev pointed, showing me that Prem had taken the candle as deeply as I had. For several moments, Trey slid the taper in and out, while Shy explained to Prem that that was what Trey's dick would feel like.
When Prem insisted he was ready for the real thing, Trey slid the candle out of his ass, which I noticed stayed open for a few seconds before irising shut again.
"One more time, Prem," Trey said, "Do you really want me to do this."
"Pleeease," Prem replied. "I really want to now."
Shy stayed in in front of Prem while Dev and I sat on the loveseat to watch from behind as the young boy received his first proper fucking. And proper it was. Trey was at once gentle, but also capable of giving Prem what he soon began asking for, more force and more speed, a.k.a "harder and faster," which was how Prem put it.
I glanced up at Dev, who looked as if he couldn't believe the person on the end of Trey's cock was his little brother, despite the fact that he'd been so actively involved in Prem's preparation. Now he watched the small brown body rocking with each of Trey's thrusts as if he'd never seen that body before.
What really struck me as odd was that, while he was usually quite loud when plowing Shy or me, Trey was simply leaning over Prem, quietly encouraging him and telling him how well he was doing and how hot and tight his ass was.
Whether he was turned on by the feelings or Trey's words, I couldn't say. All I knew is that Prem looked up at Shy and said, "Shy, will you please sit here on the floor. I would like to have you in my mouth, too." Shy, never one to turn down another blow job, quickly dropped to the floor, spreading his legs on either side of Prem's forearms. Prem leaned further down and started to slide his enticingly pink lips up and down, in rhythm with Trey's thrusts.
A little more loudly now, Trey said, "All right, Prem, I'm pretty close to cumming. Do you want me to take it out?"
"No, we do not take it out," Prem corrected him. "I want that part of you inside me, too. But you must stop for a bit. I want both you and Shy to give me your juices at the same time."
Not being able to resist, I leaned over to Dev and whispered, "Your brother is really something else."
Dev chuckled a bit and replied, "I am not certain that can be my brother. I would never believe he could behave in this way."
"Bet he'd say the same about you," I snickered. "You have to admit, you've both seen each other a lot differently since we met."
"Indeed," Dev nodded, his eyes wide and his eyebrows arched. "This has been a rather bizarre holiday."
"Yes it has, my friend," I agreed, putting an arm around Dev's shoulder. "Yes it has!"
"OK," I heard Shy say quickly, "I'm gettin' close now."
"Go again, please, Trey," Prem asked, polite even when trying to speak around a dick in his mouth, and skewered by another in his ass. Trey resumed his fucking, rocking his hips back and forth, setting the pace for the blow job at the other end.
"Shy, you ready?" Trey asked, trying to grant Prem's wish of synchronizing his orgasm with Shy's.
"Yeah, like a few seconds," Shy replied.
"Ready, Prem?" He asked the young provider of such pleasure.
"Mmm mmm," was all Prem could manage, but he nodded his head when he moaned it.
"Count it down, Shy," Trey instructed.
"K," Shy nodded. Looking down, he took hold of Prem's head with both hands and began, "Ten... nine... eight..." I didn't believe for a second that Trey and Shy could so accurately sync with one another that they could possibly insure they'd shoot at the same time. I should have known better, especially having seen the depth of the relationship they shared, and in which I had been allowed to play, but only as a guest.
"Three... two... one... BLASTOFF!" Shy announced, and he started lifting his ass off the carpet, closing his eyes and tossing his head back as he unloaded himself into Prem's mouth. While it might not have begun at the exact same second, Trey very soon began his customary four long, slow, thrusts, which was all the evidence needed to prove that he was blasting whatever seed remained in his balls after our morning of sex deep inside the young boy from India.
The three writhing figures eventually began to pull away from, and out of, each other. Shy immediately helped Prem turn and then perch himself on the ottoman, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist. The two youngest boys in the room leaned against one another, each smiling contentedly.
Dev and I sat on the loveseat, from where we'd watched the three-way action play out, leaning against one another. The arm I'd put around his shoulder had since slid down to his waist, and I was simply enjoying the contact. I began to enjoy it all the more as Dev's left hand crept into my crotch and I felt myself being fondled again.
"Mmmm, that feels nice, Dev," I purred, pressing my face into his neck and taking his his scent. I licked and kissed the soft skin there as Dev slowly stroked my rejuvenated cock.
"I think it is now time for you to... `fuck' me," Dev said.
"Why?" I asked, wondering why he presumed that was on the menu.
"Well, it is proper," Dev replied. "I have fucked you," he was clearly not comfortable with the `F' word, but seemed to have none other to use, "Prem has fucked Shy, Shy has fucked you, and Trey has fucked Prem. I am the only one who has not learned what it is like to be fucked."
"And you don't have to," I said, turning to fix him with a serious look. "Listen Dev, I know this is all really weird for you. Fuck, it was weird for me when Shy, Trey and I first got together. But I knew I liked boys a long time ago, and I really wanted to do sexy stuff with them." I made sure he was looking at me before I added, "And I really wanted Trey to fuck me that first time. I didn't do it because they let me fuck them, I just really wanted them to do it to me. I wanted them to put their beautiful dicks in me every time."
"Yeah," Trey said, walking over to stand beside the loveseat next to Dev, "we don't care about any of the payback shit. You never have to do anything with us just because we did let you do something to us. That ain't how it works with us."
"'Cause we're friends," Shy said quickly, wrapping an arm around Prem. "Friends don't have to pay back. You shouldn't do anything unless you really, really want to."
"Or UNTIL you really want to," I added. And just because he was close enough, I leaned in and kissed Dev on his cheek.
"Thank you, my friends," Dev said, his voice sounding just a bit choked, and the one eye I could see looking slightly more moist that normal. "I feel ashamed that my younger brother is more courageous about such things then I am."
"Dude!" I heard Trey exclaim just before he moved around to the front of the loveseat and crouched down in front of Dev, looking up at him. "We only met you this morning! You stood out on the beach totally naked and let Palmer jack you off until you came! Then you came over here and you let him suck you and you sucked him! You don't have anything to be ashamed of!"
"But Prem is..."
"Prem is younger than you," I interrupted. "He doesn't have to think so much about not doing something cause it might not be the right thing to do.' He was just excited to try new things. You're the big brother, so I guess that means you have to protect him and yourself. Of course you'd think twice. Prem's not being braver than you, he's just being a kid! But that's OK, `cause he has a smart big brother to look out for him."
"But he never listens," Dev snorted.
"He would have if you hadn't really trusted us," Trey said wisely. "And WE would have listened if you'd told us to stop, no matter how much Prem begged."
"I still don't know how I knew you to be trustworthy," Dev shook his head. "Even last night, when I was really quite scared, I let you... I took off my..."
"Well," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "I guess when you see three naked boys walking right up to you, it's safe to assume they have nothing to hide." Allowing a grin to stretch my lips, I added, "I mean, where would we hide it?"
"That is a good point," Dev laughed. "Or it might simply have been that seeing you all naked simply overwhelmed me so much that I did not how to resist."
"That's even better," Shy piped in. "You just thought our naked bodies were so hot that you didn't know what you were doing!"
"Yes, that might be nearer the truth," Dev grinned at Shy. "And Prem talked all that morning about how much he liked seeing you naked, and being naked himself with you touching him." He glanced at his little bother, and said, "I think he might like being naked with boys more than girls."
"Would that be a bad thing?" I asked, wondering just where Dev's attitude might rest when it came to his younger brother. It was one thing to experiment on holiday with a few American boys. It might be another thing entirely to discover that his little brother was unequivocally gay, preferring relations with persons of his own gender, rather than the opposite.
"It would be difficult for him," Dev said. "I believe it is not always a thing accepted in your country either, yes?"
"True dat," Trey nodded, a serious look clouding his face. "It's hard to believe sometimes what happens to people just because they're gay. It's a little easier here, but other parts of North Carolina, and other parts down south, it's a lot worse."
"Hey, it's not exactly easy up north," I assured everyone. "Just because people talk a good game doesn't mean they walk the walk." Seeing the uncomprehending look on both Dev and Prem's faces, I explained, "They'll say that they accept people being gay, but then they'll still make fun of someone if a gang of people are picking on somebody else who they say is gay. It might not even be true. They'll do it anyway."
"Yes, I understand what you mean," Dev said, nodding. "It is not so different in my country. One often hears of physical violence suffered by those suspected of such attractions. It is thought shameful, and such persons are often separated from the community."
"What about you, Dev?" Shy asked. "I mean, I know maybe you were just trying this stuff, but do you think you're... do you say `gay' in India?"
"We do," Dev smiled, "along with some other words I will not teach you, because they are so rude." I suspected his explanation was intended more to give himself a moment to think rather than to answer Shy's question. "If I had to say at this moment, I would call myself bisexual, as I think I still feel an attraction to women."
"Twice as many choices, I guess," Shy joked.
"Twice as much confusion, also," Dev replied. "And one day I will have to be married, and so I will have to choose."
"Well," I said, feeling as if the mood was becoming a bit dour, "You have a long time before that happens." Feeling very close to him at the moment, I turned and put both arms around his waist. "I'm just glad we had a chance to meet you and Prem, and I hope you've had some fun." I leaned in and planted a light kiss on his lips.
Dev smiled and a single tear slid down his left cheek. "I am happy, as well, my friend Palmer."
"Me too," Prem smiled broadly. "I hope we can see you all again before we return home."
"Me too," I agreed.
"Me three," Shy added.
"And me four," Trey completed the routine, that was becoming sort of a trademark for the three of us.
"Wait a second," I said, suddenly aware of a familiar, though distant, sound. "Shit, that's my phone again," I said, just then remembering I'd left my cell on the kitchen counter. I sprinted up the stairs to the kitchen, picking up the phone just before it vibrated itself off the granite counter onto the tiled floor, but not before it displayed a banner announcing a missed call. I tapped the call back icon.
"Hey, kiddo," my dad answered.
"Hey, Dad," I replied. "Sorry, we were playing a game, and I left my phone in the kitchen."
"Yeah, I figured it was something like that," he said. "So, you've all been having fun?" Something in his voice made me feel as if he could see me standing there in the kitchen, totally naked, fully aware of just what sort of "fun" my friends and I had been having.
"Oh yeah," I said, trying to sound like a typically inexperienced kid, rather than someone who'd, just that day alone, had had more sex than all of my friends back home put together had ever had, or so I assumed. "Shy has a ton of games."
"Well, we were just beginning to wonder if you were ready to come back," my dad inquired. "Dev and Prem's parents are thinking of heading back to their cottage, and they wanted to take the boys with them."
My heart dropped, knowing our fun for the day was coming to an end. I looked at the kitchen clock and realized it was just after 3:00 in the afternoon, much later than I'd realized. I remembered that Shy and Trey were starting school the next day, and so I'd probably have to wait until Friday to see them again, but I was sure we'd never have a whole house to ourselves in which to strip off and engage in the sort of sexual acrobatics to which I had so quickly become accustomed.
My dad told me he'd be there in about a half hour. I hung up and walked dejectedly down the stairs, where I found everyone simply sitting around, though Shy was sitting next to Dev and casually fingering the older boy's stiff cock. Meanwhile, Prem had sort of snuggled up against Trey. Though hating to interfere with this adorable scene, I told them all of my dad's imminent arrival, saying we'd better get dressed.
"Get dressed?" Trey chuckled. "I think you all better get a quick shower. You all smell like sex!" I took a deep breath in through my nose and became instantly aware of a sharp tang in the air. Yes, it was the unmistakable scent of the cum of multiple boys, mixed with sweat. Giggling, we all ran up the stairs to Shy's bedroom, where Dev, Prem and I squeezed into the shower together, laughing as we lathered and rinsed each other, sorry that we didn't have enough time to bring each other off one more time. We dried off and then went back downstairs to the front door, next to which our clothes still lay.
We'd just finished dressing when through the rain I could see my dad's car pulling up. I quickly gave Trey and Shy, who were both still nude, a hug and a kiss, and watched Dev and Prem do the same. Prem, apparently unable to resist the urge, squeezed both boys' dicks as well. We quickly made plans to text each other, and to hopefully get together at the weekend. We ran out through the rain and clambered into the back seat of the car together. Looking back to the house, I saw Trey and Shy standing in the doorway, fully visible and very naked, waving at us as my dad drove away. It might have been my imagination, but I'd have sworn I heard my father chuckling to himself.
A few minutes later we were pulling into the driveway of our cottage. Running up the stairs to the front door, I was happy to find it unlocked, so we could get out of the rain more quickly. I ran down the hall to get towels for Dev, Prem, my father and I. The rain was actually serendipitous, in that it hid the fact that we'd showered at Shy's house, which would have been hard to explain if all we'd been doing was playing video games.
Once we'd climbed the stairs, I noticed some very exotic smells in the air. I don't know what sort of recipes my mother had been learning from her new Indian friends, but it smelled enticing. It wasn't long after we arrived that Dr. Barsar began bidding farewell. Leaving my parents to it, I beckoned to Dev and Prem to have them come downstairs with me. Stepping down the hallway just far enough to not be seen from the top of the steps, I gave each of them a hug and a kiss. Prem gripped me like an octopus, but Dev's embrace was gentler and warmer. Whatever his orientation, he and I had certainly developed a relationship.
After seeing the Barsar family out the door, I went back upstairs, where my mother was clearing things away and loading the dishwasher. She went on for a while about how charming the Barsars were, and the sorts of cooking she'd learned. My dad agreed, but warned my mother against trying to turn her men in herbivores. I agreed, reaffirming my appetite for animal flesh.
Excusing myself, I went downstairs to my room, planning to actually get online for the first time since we'd arrived on the Outer Banks. I lay on my bed with my laptop resting on my stomach. It actually felt odd to be lying there wearing clothes. I found myself wishing I could just strip off and lie there naked, for no other reason than comfort nudity provided. I knew it was a foolish notion, though, with my parents in the house. Why couldn't I have been born into a nudist family?
As the day went on and the evening progressed, I found myself wanting to do nothing but go to bed. I was very simply feeling sorry for myself. Knowing I couldn't see Trey and Shy the next day, I couldn't even begin to imagine how I'd spend the hours. In a few short days, they had become as much part of the Outer Banks for me as the sand and the ocean. I still had my kites, my skim board, my boogie board, my parents, but nothing that used to occupy my time in past years seemed to hold any interest for me.
It was possible that I could get together with Prem and Dev, since they were staying until Sunday. It was unlikely, however, that we'd enjoy much privacy where we could take advantage of everything we'd learned about playing with the toys we were born with.
"What's the matter, hon?" my mom asked, standing behind the sofa where I sat, staring at the TV with no idea of the program was. "You've hardly said a word since you got back."
"Nuthin'" I replied. "I'm just a little tired, I think."
"Well, you've had a busy few days," she said, stroking my hair as she often did. Normally I found this comforting, but now all it reminded me of were Shy's fingers in my hair as I sucked--. WHAT THE FUCK? I'm sitting there talking to my mother, and I'm thinking about sucking Shy's dick! "So, Shy and Trey go back to school tomorrow?" Jeez, was the woman psychic?
"Yeah," I said, afraid if I said any more I might actually cry. Yes, that's exactly how depressed I felt.
"Well, at least the rain has passed, and it's supposed to be beautiful tomorrow," Mom said consolingly, obviously unaware that there was nothing less consoling she could have said. Yes, it would be warm and sunny, but no, I wouldn't get to see Shy running around in his little slip of a speedo, or Trey's tanned and muscled chest.
It was true, though. Sometime during the day the wind had done a 180, and was now coming from the south again. The temperature had already climbed back into the low 70's, and was actually expected to warm even more as the night went on. Of course, this would have been better news if I thought I could count on seeing two naked boys strolling down the beach.
Though it was only around 7:30, I excused myself, saying I was going down to my room to read. I might have actually planned to do so, but reading wasn't really the reason. I simply wanted to be alone with my thoughts and regrets. Everything that had, so far, made this the most memorable vacation of my life, was now making me sad and lonely.
It wasn't just about sex. Oh, yes, that had been fantastic, but what I shared with Trey and Shy, and to a lesser extent, Dev and Prem, had meant so much more to me. I could count myself blessed with about four good friends back home, and if pressed, I could claim one as my best friend. Yet even he didn't hold a place in my heart like Shy and Trey. For the first time in all the years my parents and I had vacationed on the Outer Banks, I found myself wishing I'd never have to leave.
For no particular reason, I pulled out my cell phone and checked the local temperature. Though the sun had already gone down, the temperature stood at 75 degrees. Another regret. Why couldn't it have been that warm earlier in the day. Even if it had still been raining, perhaps I could have enjoyed a bit of skinny dipping with Prem, or anyone else who'd have the nerve.
I lay in my bed, reading a few chapters of a book I'd read twice before, trying to distract myself. It had actually worked until I needed a pee, groaning at my body's ridiculous need to address such mundane issues as urination. Were it not for that, I could probably have fallen asleep. I trudged into the bathroom and answered nature's call, shaking my dick a bit longer than necessary afterwards, but it simply wasn't in the mood, and hung there like a reflection of my purple mood.
Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked ruefully at the bed. Though I felt tired, I wasn't actually sleepy. Deciding there'd be little point in climbing into bed, instead I stepped out into the hallway and through the door to the lower deck. I felt oddly overdressed in a pair of soccer shorts and tank top, but it was still far too early to even consider sitting out in the nude. Several people walked by on the beach, which was brightly illuminated now by the rising and waxing gibbous moon. The Adirondack chairs hadn't been moved since the night my father and I sat together, so I draped a beach towel over one chair and sat back with my bare feet pressed on the railing plank.
I gazed at the moonlit clouds, considering what my future held. I still had nine full days at the beach, most of which were likely to be lonely, especially after Dev and Prem went home. I had the upcoming Saturday and Sunday (I hoped) during which to meet up with Trey and Shy, and then maybe the next Friday night. The next morning I'd be packing up and returning to southwestern PA, where I'd spend my nights beating off to memories of the amazing boys I'd met on the Outer Banks.
As I often did when I felt a bit hopeless or helpless, I prayed a little prayer to a God I never fully understood, asking that what I had enjoyed over the past four days could somehow become part of my daily life, rather than a brief summer interlude that'd I'd likely reminisce over until I was too old to remember my own name.
Just when I was imploring heaven that my wish could come true, I saw a bright star rise above the horizon. I realized quickly that it could not possibly be a star, since the moon was still low enough and bright enough to obscure the light of even the brightest star. It was a planet, of course, though I had no idea which one. Still, I chose it as the "star" upon which I would wish that my life could be different than it had been, and that I could find the same sort of happiness that Trey and Shy had found with one another.
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