Autumn Postponed - Chapter 17
Author's notes: Wow. This chapter grew beyond my imagination, and didn't get anywhere near as close to an ending as I'd intended. It's just that I had some thoughts (read: fantasies) that I thought I could squeeze into the story. That's what I get for trying to live vicariously through my characters.
Anyway, as planned, the boys begin their night together, and are soon joined by Dev and Prem, who will no doubt always remember their visit to the North Carolina coast of the US.
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Though my heart was jumping about joyfully in my chest, I felt a sudden pang of regret. "Oh, Dev and Prem," I said, feeling truly despondent, "I so wish you guys weren't leaving tomorrow. It would have been so great to have you spend the night with us."
"It is quite all right, friend Palmer," Dev replied, though I'd have sworn I saw his lip quiver a bit. "I am happy to know that you good friends will be able to enjoy the evening together." His voice lacked the conviction of his words, but I couldn't find any of my own to comfort him. I really wished I could, as Prem's giggles had faded, and now his eyes looked moist at the prospect of our imminent farewell.
"Wait a minute," Shy said. "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"My father said we must leave the cottage by 10:00 in the morning," Dev answered. "But our flight from Norfolk departs at 3:00 in the afternoon."
"Yeah, but if you're going back to pack up tonight, how awake do you need to be in the morning?"
"I do not understand," Dev said with a furrowed brow.
Trey had, however, understood perfectly well. "Well, I don't know if you know this, but there are some boys who've been know to walk on the beach very late at night. Like, say, around 2:00 in the morning. If you think it wouldn't make it too hard to wake up on time, you might want to check it out. In fact, I hear that those boys like to walk around..." he leaned in and said quietly but emphatically, "NAKED."
Prem began to giggle all over again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
So, whether through divine intervention, magic, or simple luck, Trey and Shy were spending the night in my cottage, while my parents were not. In the end, they decided there was no reason to go home just to return again. The only clothing they'd worn that day were their swimsuits, and they decided they could simply wear them home the next day. They certainly wouldn't be needing any clothes during the evening.
As a further sign of how the stars had aligned themselves so perfectly in our favor, Shy's mother simply accepted the fact he'd be staying over and saw no need to bother my parents. When I called my father to inform him of Shy's mother's permission, he seemed unconvinced, until Shy took my phone and gave my dad his mother's number. I suppose then he presumed Shy wouldn't have done so had we been lying, so he let it go and wished us a good night.
Though we had bid Dev and Prem farewell at around 5:30, we had high hopes we'd see them again in the very early morning, during our planned au natural stroll down the deserted beach. Even the weather promised to smile on our plans, the temperature overnight going no lower than 72 degrees, the persistent southern breezes providing for that sort of weather for which some TV weathermen always seem to take credit, as if they'd made it happen.
Just after our Indian friends left, Shy suggested we take a nap, so that we'd all be bushy tailed come 2:00 AM.
"I want a shower," Trey said. "I feel kinda funky after all the fucking and stuff."
"Wanna use my shower downstairs, or do you want to go outside?" I asked.
"D'uh," Trey responded, knowing I'd understand.
"I'll join you," I said, jumping up. Without bothering to state his intention, Shy followed us out onto the deck, and then down the two flights of stairs to the ground level concrete pad, all of us shamelessly nude.
This time, I waited until the water was at a comfortable temperature before we all stepped inside. With only three of us in the small space, it was easier to soap each other up and gently caress each other all over. Needless to say, we all quickly popped wood, but there was an unspoken agreement that we would restrain from making each other cum and save ourselves for the brief time we'd be sharing with Dev and Prem.
Since we hadn't brought any towels, we swiped as much water off each other's bodies as we could before running out and back up the stairs to the lower deck, snatching towels off the clothes line to dry our hair and soak up the remaining water from our skin.
"I love being naked out here," Shy sighed as he threw his towel back over the line.
"You love being naked anywhere," Trey chortled. "You're almost as bad as Prem. That kid is really wild."
"I haven't fucked him yet," Shy said as we climbed the steps to the top deck. "Think he'd let me?"
"I kinda think he'd beg you," I responded. "He probably just hasn't noticed that you haven't done it yet." I had to admit that it had become difficult to remember who had fucked and sucked whom, considering all the combinations we'd indulged in during our time together. "Now that I think of it, I think Trey's the only one who has."
"Well, I would remember, and I figure you would, too," Shy reasoned, "so you must be right. And there's no way Dev would do it." He paused for a moment and then said, "I'm gonna ask him tonight."
I so wanted to tell them both that Prem would not be thirteen until November, but again I was afraid they'd both be uncomfortable giving Prem what he clearly longed for so much. Since I had another week, during which I desperately hoped that the three of us could find time to hook up, I assumed the opportunity would present itself. They would be with me in the morning, after all, and I could tell them then.
Now dry, we stepped back inside through the sliding glass door. Giggling like children, we ran down the stairs and all three of us climbed into my queen-sized bed for the nap Shy had suggested. It was wide enough for three skinny teens, and we could have laid there without our bodies even touching if we didn't want them to. Of course, we DID want them to, but just for the intimacy, not for sex. I wasn't as surprised as I'd might have been a week ago that I could lie in a bed with two amazing boys, all of us wearing nothing but our skin, and not have a throbbing erection begging for relief.
The truth was, I simply enjoyed the feeling of their warm flesh against mine, and the playful tickling, the brief embraces, and the soft kisses we shared. Maybe it was just because I was sexually spent after sharing most of the day with them, Dev and Prem. Maybe we were bonding on a different level. Hell, maybe we were just too tired to be horny. Whatever it was, I had no complaints.
I used the remote to turn on the flat screen TV that hung on the wall opposite the foot of the bed, and we watched some primetime animated show marathon. Shy lay between Trey and me, his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head as he watched the television. I simply gazed at his body, my eyes scanning his full length again and again. I found myself suddenly wishing I was a sculptor, feeling that a marble statue of this gorgeous boy should stand in some museum, so that all the world could witness the beauty I was blessed to enjoy in person. Yes, it would be sad that such a sculpture would be cold stone rather than warm, smooth skin, but I was sure that it would be appreciated by all who saw it.
Suddenly, there we were. I was chiseling and smoothing the bright white marble, running my hands over the rounded buttocks I'd worked so hard to get right, as it would have been sinful to get it wrong. Shy stood on the slowly revolving platform, holding the pose I'd put him in to reveal his young lithe body to its best advantage, so that nothing would be hidden. His muscles and tendons stood out in sharp relief. I smiled to see his small soft cock resting on his hairless balls, remembering how many times I'd watched my assistant service my model with his mouth before the younger boy was finally spent enough to stop getting erections. I'd have loved to sculpt him with a hard dick, of course, but I knew it wasn't permitted, as it crossed that arbitrary line between art and pornography.
I was almost done. I merely needed to work for some hours with fine grained sandpaper to make every inch of marble as smooth as I knew my young model's skin to be. I didn't need him there for that part, but I didn't tell him that. Nor did he complain. He was used to being naked, having posed for painters, sculptors and photographers countless times. His beauty was universally recognized, and so he was used to being posed and touched, the discerning hands of the artists touching him everywhere to more correctly depict what eyes couldn't quite perceive.
Something suddenly changed. The strong arms of some unseen abductor clasped me around the chest, dragging me backwards while I screamed and cried in protest. I was far too small and weak to have any hope of breaking his hold, and my cries had no effect on whoever it was. I didn't know to where I was being taken, but I was devastated to be dragged away from my model and my work.
My eyes popped open, and I saw two faces looking down into mine, both awash with worry.
"You all right, Palmer?" Trey asked, resting a warm hand on my bare chest.
"Yeah," I replied, "I'm all right. Why?"
"Cause you looked sorta sick or something," Shy answered. "You're really white, and you were breathing really hard before you woke up."
"Oh, yeah," I said, reaching up to my forehead, finding it moist with sweat. "I was having a weird dream. Someone was..." Even the bit I'd remembered was beginning to fade, and I wasn't sure I had enough to share. That was pretty much the way it always went with my dreams, even the ones I wanted to remember.
"Sounds more like a nightmare to me," Trey shook his head. "It sure wasn't a wet dream."
"What time is it?" I asked, tilting my head back enough to see through the window that the sky was darkening. Geek that I sometimes was, I'd actually looked up the differences between twilight and dusk, knowing that dusk was as dark as it could get before it was actually night. Before either boy answered my question, I judged that the sun had set maybe half an hour before, and so guessed it to be around 8:00.
"Almost 8 o'clock," Trey said, confirming my calculations. "It's staring to get dark out." I smiled to feel his hand still resting on my chest, and I reached up to cover it with my own.
"I'm hungry," Shy chirped, jumping off the bed and into the bathroom. I sat up to watch him in profile as he took a long noisy pee. He washed his hands and left the bedroom, presumably heading upstairs to the kitchen.
"Guess we'd better go make sure he doesn't eat everything in the house," Trey sighed. "Oh, and the beer should be cold by now." He and I climbed off the bed, but I sent him ahead, having to relieve myself as well.
I was maybe halfway up the stairs when I could hear the microwave running, and the smell of pizza filling the air. I remembered that Trey had so quickly begun seducing Ricky that none of us ever did eat any of the sausage pizza he'd brought. Until I smelled it heating, I didn't realize that I, too, was rather hungry.
Together we heated pizza, and put out paper plates, napkins and beer. At one point I looked at Trey and Shy, amazed at how wonderful it felt to carry out such mundane tasks while not wearing a stitch, and for it to feel so familiar and comfortable. None of us showed the least sign of arousal, but that hardly meant I didn't feel a flood of warmth throughout my body at the sight of my two nude friends' beautiful bodies.
We flopped in the TV area to eat our pizza and watched an Avengers movie that happened to be on. On their shared sofa, Trey and Shy leaned against each other, giggling as they streaked each other's thighs with the pizza grease on their fingers.
"I did put out napkins," I chuckled.
"Yeah, but this is more fun," Shy giggled.
"And then we get to lick it off," Trey added with a lewd grin.
"Well, in that case..." Shy said, running a greasy finger down Trey's soft cock.
When we'd finished our pizza, I remembered there were ice cream sandwiches in the freezer which we had for dessert. After we'd finished eating and cleaning up, Trey lay down on the sofa, and called Shy to come and lay down with him.
"Nope," Shy said. "We get to do that all the time. I'm gonna cuddle with Palmer, since he's only gonna be around another week." With that he came over to the sofa I'd been lying on and made himself comfortable, letting me spoon him from behind. Unable to resist, I caught Trey's attention and bobbed my eyebrows at him.
"Yeah, well he's all mine again after next Saturday," Trey growled playfully.
"Friday, really," I said ruefully. "We leave Saturday morning. We have to be outta here at 10:00, too, just like Dev and Prem have to be tomorrow."
"You gotta tell your parents to move down here," Shy said. "We'd be hooking up all the time."
"No, we wouldn't," I replied quickly. "I'd be happy to play around with you guys sometimes, but you two... you're just meant to be together, and I wouldn't want to come between you, `cause I never would. Not that I think I ever COULD." I ran my fingers through Shy's long, blond hair. "Pretty soon, I'm just gonna be a memory for you two. Hope it'll be a happy one. It sure will be for me."
"Shit, Palmer," I heard Trey swear. I looked up to see him wiping at his eye. "I think I might just go ahead and dump Shy for you right now."
"You could try," I smiled back at him, "but if you did, I wouldn't take you. Shy deserves you and you deserve Shy... so far. Don't fuck it up just cause my hot body makes you horny," I joked. "If you do, I'll make Shy fall in love with me and dump you."
"So there," Shy said with false bravado, sticking his tongue out at Trey. I was glad both boys seemed to be understanding what I was telling them. Still, I wanted to say what I was thinking, mostly because I'd never been able to speak such thoughts to any other boys.
"Listen, guys," I said, gently moving just enough to encourage Shy to sit up so that I could do the same. "I really, REALLY love you guys. I love both of you the same, and I love you that way because you love each other so much. Believe me, I envy you... a LOT! But it would hurt me if I thought I somehow fucked that up." Now I sniffed a bit, feeling quite emotional. "But like I said, I doubt I ever could."
Trey quickly flipped his legs out and stood up. "All right, that's it," he said walking over to my couch. "Shy, move. Get up, Palmer." Shy and I both sort of froze. I couldn't quite determine what Trey's tone meant, but it sounded as if he was ready to take a swing at me. "C'mon," he said, grabbing Shy by the wrist and pulling him up.
"Hey, take it easy, Trey," I said, more concerned for Shy than for myself.
"Yeah, never mind that," Trey said as curtly as he'd spoken his first command. "Just get up. Now!"
Deciding that if he planned to pummel me, he'd do so whether I was standing up or sitting down. I decided I'd rather face him on my feet, unable to figure out what I might have said or done to earn his anger. I rose from the couch, unready to defend myself, since I'd never been in a fist fight, or even a real wrestling match, in my life.
I flinched as I saw Trey raise his right hand and bring it forward. Unexpectedly, his hand went around my head to take hold of the back of it, and he pulled me forward, his left hand wrapping around my waist. The next thing I knew, I was involved in a very passionate, very intense kiss. My arms almost automatically wrapped themselves around Trey's torso, applying pressure equal to his.
Finally breaking off the kiss, Trey leaned back and looked me in the eye. "You're so special, Palmer. I can't believe you don't have a boyfriend. If I'd met you before Shy..."
"Hey, I'm standin' right here!" Shy complained.
"I'm just sayin' the same thing you said before," Trey countered. "Palmer, you'd be the best kind of boyfriend, I swear. I think you'd be so... I dunno, loyal, I guess."
I suddenly and inexplicably remembered my dream. The assistant who'd had to keep sucking away my model's boners was, of course, Trey. I couldn't say why it hadn't registered while I'd dreamt it, but now it seemed so obvious. Even in my dream I wouldn't allow myself to do the task. That role belonged to the boy whom my model had chosen, and who had accepted it with such gentle enthusiasm.
Not sure how they would accept it, I was finally able to remember enough of the dream to share it with Trey and Shy as we all sat back down. We'd become so close that neither of them laughed about my unconscious phantasms, as I added all the detail I could remember.
"Oh, that would be so awesome," Shy said quietly. "I would so pose naked like that."
"Sure, as long as I was there to suck you soft," Trey chuckled, though I could tell the idea seemed to touch him on some level as well. "Imagine if you could really do that, though. I bet tons of guys would pay you to pose for them."
"It's be like that book my parents have," Shy nodded.
"What book?" I asked.
"It's some guy who took all kinds of pictures of his family." Trey explained. "A lot of times they were totally naked. He had a son, and there's a bunch of naked pictures of him in there. He never looked embarrassed or anything. I think he must have liked posing naked."
"I would have," Shy said nonchalantly. "I liked how most of them were outside, too." He sighed deeply. "I bet I could get my hippie parents to take naked pictures of me and make a book."
"Yeah, they'd probably get arrested or something," Trey snorted. "People are so scared of naked boys these days, they'd think your parents forced you to do it."
"I'm pretty sure they weren't from America," Shy added. "The boy still had skin on his dick, so I guess it was Europe or somewhere."
"Was the book old?" I asked. "I think lots of sculptures and paintings I see with naked boys are really old. I guess it was easier back then. And I think all of them had skin, too."
"Where'd you see them?" Trey asked.
"Oh shit, all over the internet, dude," I laughed. "You just have to know the name of the artist and you can find them easy. And once you find one, you see a whole page of `similar images' (I applied air quotes) and so you can find a bunch of others." When I saw both of them with wide eyes, I said, "Wanna see?"
The next two hours were spent browsing the web on my MacBook Air, where we found numerous pictures of sculptures of nude boys, ranging from too young to hold our interest to boys close to our own ages. Trey and Shy couldn't get enough of a bronze statue in Prague, with a young teen boy simply standing naked, gazing at some unknown point in the sky. It was entitled "Youth." Nearly the entire statue had the dark sort of patina common to bronze, except for his uncut penis, which shone a bright gold shade. I explained that I'd read that it was supposed to be good luck for people to touch the bronze boy's penis, and so it always looked as if it was freshly polished. Interestingly, the statue stood outside a toy museum, and so was often fondled by kids, both girls and boys.
"So, do you think that boy just had to stand naked like that until the statue was done?" Shy asked.
"No idea," I said. "I thought bronze was melted and poured in a mold, so I don't know how that would work."
"He looks kinda cute," Trey said, clicking through picture after picture, sometimes focusing more on the boy's face than on the rest of his body. "How old do you think he was?"
"I'm guessing fourteen or fifteen," I shrugged. "There's no hair at all, though, so I'd say fourteen. Looks too old to be thirteen, I think."
"Yeah, I can see that," Trey nodded. It took a good deal of searching until we discovered the statue had been produced in 1962, ancient history in our minds. "Geez, that was over fifty years ago," Trey chortled. "Bet he has hair by now!"
"Bet it's all grey, though," Shy giggled.
Just for fun, Trey decided to try to hold the same pose as the Prague statue. Shy and I kept looking at the picture and giving Trey directions on how to hold his arms and legs. Since it was too hard to tell when he was standing on the floor, we had him stand up on the heavy wooden coffee table, which was more than sufficient to handle his weight. His ass looked almost exactly like the model's.
Once we decided he was in the right position, I asked, "Trey, You wanna see?" I lifted my smart phone from the table.
"What, you're gonna take a naked picture of me?" he asked, shocked enough to ruin the pose.
"Yeah!" Shy said. "I want to put it next to the statue picture and see how close it is."
"I dunno," Trey shook his head. "I'm afraid of there being naked pictures of me."
"I get it," I nodded, feeling much the same way. While I'd have been thrilled to have nude pictures of both my Outer Banks friends to take home with me, I could understand Trey's hesitation. Considering how easy it was to post things on the internet, and knowing that once they were out there, they were all but impossible to eradicate. And there was no way of ensuring one's image might not be broadcast world-wide, as WWW suggests.
"But I want one," Shy whined. "You looked just right, and I want pictures of you standing like that, from all the way around."
"Fine," Trey replied, "YOU do it."
"No, I'm not tall enough," Shy replied quickly. "You're not that skinny, either, but you still look a lot more like him than me. If we find one that looks like me, I'll definitely do it!"
"Me, too," I added, finding myself feeling just a little desperate now for nude pictures of both boys to take home with me. At that point, it wasn't so much having masturbation material that interested me. It was more a matter of seeing my new friends as I'd come to know them so well: totally uninhibited, comfortably naked, just as nature intended them to be, just as I knew I'd always picture them in my mind. To see a picture of them fully clothed would likely be far more erotic than to see them naked, as my mind would constantly be stripping them, and forming less accurate, more prurient, visions in my fevered brain.
"Gimme your phone," Trey demanded. I was caught enough off guard to simply hand him the phone. I had to hold my thumb on it long enough to unlock it. He took it from me and, quite deftly, began tapping the screen. "There. I turned off the cloud thingy for your camera. Now the pictures won't be all out there. Can you connect it to your computer and download right from your phone?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Easy."
"All right then," Trey said. "But you can't email them to Shy... OR ANYBODY ELSE!" he added with great emphasis.
"But how will I get them?" Shy complained.
"It's cool, dude," I assured him. "I have a thumb drive that I can put them on, and you can have it."
"Then I'll erase them after we put them on our computers," Trey said. At that point, I realized that Trey wanted to see himself posed just like the Prague statue as much as Shy did.
"That's great!" I replied. "And I have other pictures of statues that I bet would look more like Shy, so he has to do it too."
"Let's see," Trey replied. I began looking at my saved pics, hidden in a very special folder, trying to find one we all agreed were sculptures of a boy around Shy's age and body type. The problem was that none of the others showed views from the sides or the back, and so it was impossible to find one that would highlight Shy's perfect ass. One showed a boy holding aloft a model airplane. His penis and balls were very much like Shy's, and so we settled on that one.
"But how do I stand like that if I don't have an airplane to hold?" Shy asked, clearly concerned with accuracy.
"Not a problem," I said cheerfully. "I have a micro-size delta kite that would be just about the same size."
"And what about you?" Trey asked accusingly. "Don't we get some nudie pics of you posing like this?"
"Be my guest," I said, turning the little MacBook Air towards him to allow him to browse the pictures. Far from being upset at being asked, I was rather flattered, as well as curious as to which sculpture he might feel best resembled me. In the end, he found nothing he felt came close enough to resembling me. He did, however, find a pose he liked.
To further assure him, I said I would go first. I took my place on the table, and let Trey and Shy maneuver my limbs, placing my hands behind my head, bending my left knee, pushing my right foot backwards, all intended to expose my body as much as the original model. Finally satisfied that I was posed correctly, Trey began shooting pictures as he walked around the table to capture my entire body, front, back and sides. I encouraged him to finish quickly, since the thought of such pictures existing was enough to make me feel as if I could easily become aroused, ruining the artistic quality of the series. Fortunately, he managed to come full circle before my dick rose, and I was able to relax my arms.
"Better do me next," Trey said, jumping up onto the table as soon as I'd stepped off. "Or else I might get hard again." Once more Shy and I posed Trey to look at like the picture on my computer screen, to which we kept referring. Once Trey was properly positioned, I walked around him taking pictures from every perspective. Shy had been right; Trey wasn't as thin or hairless as the boy who'd modeled for the sculpture, but was rather much more enticing. Now my dick did stand up, knowing I'd have these pictures for as long as I'd like.
Finally, it was Shy's turn to pose for the camera. The sculpture was a bit complicated to reproduce. I ran downstairs and pulled my micro-delta out of the bag, putting it together in seconds with an ease born of practice. I showed Shy the screen, and he did a good job of holding the kite aloft and placing his feet much as the statue's model must have placed his while posing. It required very little direction once he saw how he was expected to stand. In short order, I was again circling the table as I snapped shot after shot of Shy's nude form so blatantly exposed to view. I noticed that his dick and balls were really quite similar to the statue's, though Shy's dick was circumcised while the statue's was not.
I found myself wishing we could have been taking these pictures on the beach, which would have looked much more natural, Shy holding a kite in the air and all. We likely could have got away with it that afternoon, Shy not looking a great deal older than Prem, whose nudity garnered not so much as a disapproving look from those who passed by. It's likely Shy would have received a similar reception. As it was, his white speedo was all but invisible anyway, so it would have made little difference if he'd simply stripped it off.
Once I'd got what I felt to be enough pictures to ensure I'd shot him from every angle, I told Shy he could step down from the table. He twisted his limbs about, loosening them after having held the same pose for so long. I then connected my phone to my computer, transferring all the photos to a folder I simply named "friends." I then moved the folder into a system folder where no one else was likely to find it easily.
Running back down to my room, I retrieved the thumb drive I'd packed in my computer bag, and brought it back up and inserted it into the USB drive. I copied all the pictures onto it, including those of the original sculptures we'd based them on, and then handed it to Trey.
"Sorry I only have one thumb drive," I said.
"That's OK," Trey smiled, sticking it into his half backpack. "We're used to sharing."
By then it was close to 11:00, so it was, of course, fully dark outside, the moon having not yet risen. I quickly checked the tide chart, which included sunrise and moonrise times. At only two days before a full moon, it promised to be a bright night once the moon rose within the next half hour. I wasn't sure if this was good news or bad considering our plans to walk down the beach naked to meet Dev and Prem. Then again, if we waited until 2:00 AM, I presumed it wouldn't be a problem. We again planted ourselves in front of the TV, trying to find some way to kill the three hours remaining.
"If Dev and Prem do come out tonight," Shy said, "what will we do?" Until he asked, the thought hadn't really occurred to me. We obviously couldn't indulge in all the activities we could enjoy at the cottage. There was no way any of us would consider actually fucking each other out on the beach, no matter how unpopulated it might seem. None of us much liked the idea of getting sand up our asses.
We discussed it for a while, thinking the best we could do was to invite Dev and Prem back to the cottage. This was all based on the presumption that they would come out at all. There was no guarantee that they'd be able to slip out without their parents knowing.
"We should text Dev and see what they're thinking," Trey recommended. It sounded logical to me.
ME: <Dev are you guys going to be able to come out tonight?>
A full five minutes passed before I heard my phone chirp.
DEV: <Yes, but we were wondering what we could do on the beach.>
ME: <Us too. Do you think you want to come back to the cottage for a while?>
DEV: <Yes we do. Should we just come there instead of meeting on the beach?> After discussing it for a couple minutes with Trey and Shy, I responded.
ME: <That would be great. You going to walk down the beach or ride your bikes?>
DEV: <My father returned the bikes today, so we will walk. Is it all right if we come earlier than 2:00? We can't stay long, and we want to spend as much time as we can.>
ME: <Absolutely! What time?>
DEV: <We think our parents will be asleep by 12:00. They already went to bed. I think we can sneak away then.>
ME:
Shy and Trey had been reading the conversation along with me, and we all agreed it was best they come earlier. Shy said that we had to let Dev and Prem decide whatever they wanted to do with us, since they had to leave the next day. Neither Trey nor I had any problem with that suggestion, hoping we could help make the Indian brothers' last night on the Outer Banks as enjoyable as possible.
We stepped out onto the top deck, drawing three resin chairs together and sitting with our feet resting on the deck railing. Somehow it felt even better being nude on the top deck than on the lower deck. The entire sky was opened to our view, and we to its view, just in case there was anyone up there looking. I was sure they'd have enjoyed the sight. I was surprised to hear that neither boy had ever tried finding passing satellites, and began teaching them how to spot them. We enjoyed at least half an hour, managing to identify no less than seven man made stars sailing across the star-scape like meteors, though never flaming out in the atmosphere.
Soon I saw the barest edge of the moon broach the horizon. I had a ton of pictures of sunrises on the Outer Banks, but I had never watched the moon rise in the same way. The sight was mesmerizing. There was a path of light that reached across the water from the moon all the way to the shore. I sat amazed, knowing I was experiencing the rotation of the planet on which I was sitting. As the moon grew larger, it seemed as if it should be dripping water as if it was actually rising out of the ocean. I was almost surprised I couldn't feel the earth spinning in space considering how fast the moon rose over the water.
"Damn, that's pretty," Trey said, and I assumed he'd been watching the same show I was enjoying. "Y'know, I've lived here all my life and I've never watched the moon come up like this."
"Me neither," Shy said softly.
"Well, you should have hooked up with more tourist boys," I joked. "We get the best views over here on the beach." After a brief pause, I added, "I'm glad you're here to watch it tonight."
"Me, too," Trey replied.
"Me three," Shy said quietly. Together we watched as the entire disc of the moon rose above the water. Though still a waxing gibbous, it almost appeared full, and the sand began to look like a snowy landscape, despite the warm breezes that enveloped my naked body. "Oh yeah," my mind reminded me, "I'm still naked." I sat there totally exposed to the elements, feeling more comfortable than I think I ever had fully clothed.
Just because it occurred to me, I turned my head to look at my two nude friends, remembering again that they'd been the first boys to fulfill my longtime fantasy of seeing a naked boy outside my bedroom window. But for a few incidentals, Trey and Shy were the embodiment of my most erotic fantasies, multiplied exponentially. Even the least inhibited part of my brain would never have been able to concoct all that we'd enjoyed together. By the same token, nothing in my fantasies included developing real feelings for the boys I'd created in my libido-fueled masturbatory sessions.
The three of us kept taking turns looking southward down the brightly lit beach. After going in for a pee, Trey came back and informed us it was 12:15. With the moon as bright as it was, there was no way we could miss the Indian brothers, unless they walked up the beach road instead of on the beach itself. I suspected Dev's more cautious nature, and the nearly full moon, might have forestalled any plans they might have made to the walk naked.
Since there were no cottages to the south for nearly half a mile, it was easy to see that entire stretch of beach, and then some. After some minutes Shy stood up and leaned on the railing.
"I think that's them," he said, pointing down the beach, as if the gesture would actually help to guide our eyes.
"Yeah, it's gotta be them," Trey agreed, just sitting forward in his chair. "Who else could it be?" I sat up as well and looked down the beach. I could make out two figures, distance still obscuring any detail, except maybe a slight difference in height, which could have simply been my imagination. We all stood now, leaning on the railing and watching the figures' northward progress.
Within about five minutes there was no doubt who the two figures were, and one further minute revealed that they'd taken the risk, and were approaching us naked. I could tell, though, that both were holding something in their hands, which I presumed to be their shorts. I was sure it was a concession between what Dev had insisted upon and what Prem had wanted.
The waves were breaking more loudly than they had the night before, and so I waited until they were fairly close, and had already turned to walk up to the cottage before I shouted, "Hey, you boys put some clothes on!" Even from that distance I could hear Prem giggling.
We all ran down the steps just as they had reached the bottom of the beach stairs. Without being asked, Dev took the hose and squirted water on his and Prem's feet and ankles, to rinse of the sand that had accumulated there from their walk. I pulled a towel down from the clothes line. When they'd climbed to the lower deck, we greeted them with hugs, and I noticed that Prem was already erect. I tossed the towel to Dev, who dried his own feet before giving the towel to Prem, who did the same.
"Glad you brought shorts," Trey said. "It's so bright out there!"
"Yes," Dev said, clearly relieved to have reached the safety of the cottage without having been discovered. "It is beautiful but dangerous."
"So, how long can you stay?" Shy asked, holding Prem from behind and letting his hand roam down to the younger boy's dick.
"Maybe for two or three hours," Dev replied. "I do not want to take the chance of our parents knowing we are not in bed."
"We should go in, then," I said. I led our little group up to the top deck and in through the sliding doors. "Have a seat. Anybody want a beer?" Everyone replied in the affirmative, so I distributed a beer to everyone, and then imposed myself on a couch between Trey and Prem. Shy had sat next to Dev on the other couch, and was already feeling up the Indian boy who, as it turned out, was not older than him as we'd originally suspected, though I was the only one who knew he was still fourteen. Dev had quickly risen to his full erection, and Shy was toying with it, sliding the foreskin up and down, revealing and covering Dev's dick head over and over.
I glanced to my left and saw Prem focused on his brother's dick, clearly stimulated by the sight of Shy's fingers playing with it. Since his was quite clearly very stiff, I reached over and started mimicking Shy's actions.
"Do you mind?" I whispered to Prem.
"Not at all," Prem smiled, leaning back and pushing his hips forward giving me total access to his young, smooth equipment. I decided to make my move before Shy, who I suspected was planning to do the same thing to Dev. I released Prem's dick and moved to the floor, kneeling between his outstretched legs, and leaning forward to suck his little cock into my mouth until my nose touched his crotch.
While I slid my tight lips up and down his cute little tube of boyhood, I felt a lot of movement on the couch. Looking up I saw Trey positioning himself in front of Prem, his knees spread wide enough to fit around Prem's thighs, his cock on a level with Prem's mouth. I could actually look up between their bodies and see Trey's cock sliding into Prem's mouth, and I matched the pace Trey was setting. We were making some rather embarrassing, though erotic, slurping noises, and Trey started moaning, apparently enjoying Prem's most recently discovered talent.
Prem was clearly very horny. I'd not been sucking him for more than three minutes before having to hold him down by his hips as he started thrusting himself upwards into my mouth. Again I was reminded how young Prem was by the high-pitched noises he made around Trey's cock as he shot his few drops watery cum into my mouth. He reminded me of a puppy whining to be let outside. His sperm-less semen had a faint bitter tinge, but was mostly flavorless.
I stood up and watched Trey still feeding his four and a half inches to Prem, who seemed quite happy to oblige. Standing next to him for a good view, I rubbed Trey's firm ass, sliding a finger into his crack and tickling his hole. Seeing the bottle of lube on the end table, I stepped away just far enough to grab it. I squirted a bit onto my finger, with which I began stabbing at Trey's tight sphincter. He understood immediately and I could feel him relax himself a bit, allowing me to slide my finger inside, meeting no resistance. With a practiced hand, I quickly found his prostate, and began tickling it with the end of my finger. Trey thrust his hips forward and his shoulders back, groaning loudly, obviously on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
Though I couldn't say when, exactly, at some point Shy had also moved to the floor between Dev's legs. He was bobbing up and down on Dev's dick, and making noises that almost sounded like a parody of a big wet kiss. Dev's eyes were closed, and he stroked Shy's long hair as if he was petting a puppy. The sight just increased the pressure building in my still unsatisfied cock. I reached down and felt my dick head wet with pre-cum.
I suddenly felt Trey's asshole clinch onto my finger, and I knew he was ready to feed Prem his load. With no more warning than a moan of "Oh, fuck, yeah!" he drove forward slowly about three times, no doubt leaving a fair amount of ball juice in Prem's mouth. Trey pulled himself out of Prem's mouth and then quickly leaned in to give the young boy a long, deep kiss, as if trying to take back what he'd just fed him.
Leaving them to their kiss, I went to sit on the floor next to where Shy was kneeling and still sucking on Dev. As I'd done for Trey, I slipped a lubed finger up his asshole, and started to rub his little pleasure button. He pushed his ass backwards, trying to further impale himself, but I had no more finger to offer. Still, I knew I'd already reached the important spot, so a longer finger wouldn't have helped. I considered offering Shy something a bit thicker and longer, but I was still hoping I could save myself for Prem, whose ass I was still hoping to fuck.
Thinking that Shy would prefer to come by having his dick inside someone, rather than having my finger inside him, I withdrew, and simply watched him giving Dev a blow job. I could tell nothing by the look on Dev's face, except that he was enjoying Shy's talent. I couldn't tell if he was close to cumming, or if he was prepared to go all night long. But if history had taught me anything, I knew that, when the moment came, Dev would be making those whimpering noises that sounded like his little brother's.
"Really?" I heard Prem's voice squeak from behind me. I turned to see him smiling, and Trey smirking, as they both looked at me.
"What," I asked, not at all comfortable with their attention.
"Trey said you would like to fuck me," Prem said matter-of-factly.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" I said to Trey. "Why'd you tell him that?"
"You don't want to fuck me?" Prem cut off Trey's response. "I would very much like you to." I immediately turned to see what Dev might think of Prem's latest announcement. Dev, however, had apparently been transported to a spot just above the stratosphere, while anchored to Shy on the ground by his cock.
"I would love to," I smiled at Prem. "I don't want Dev to be mad at me, though."
"It is all right with Dev," Prem replied. "I told him already I was going to ask you. He said he trusts you, and you would not hurt me." As if proving his point, Prem took a couple throw pillows and placed them on the floor. Then he knelt and leaned down to let his forearms rest on them, giving me unobscured access to his little brown hole.
"There," Trey smirked again. "Still mad at me?"
"Yes, but I'll get over it," I smirked back playfully.
"Yeah, I give it about twenty more seconds... maybe," he chortled.
Glancing once again up at Dev for a look of disapproval that never appeared, I knelt behind Prem, lubing my finger to insert it and stretch him a bit. My finger wasn't half way in before I found his prostate. If I hadn't watched Trey fuck him already, I would never believe Prem was big enough to take even my skinny five inch dick. I chuckled to myself as my mind told me a really terrible joke, about how characters on Dr. Who, when they first entered the TARDIS, often said, "It's bigger on the inside."
"I am ready, Palmer," Prem said in a tone that almost sounded demanding. "Fuck me now, please." I began to suspect that the candle play Dev had told me about earlier had been a two way affair. I don't know why, when I had Prem's ass wide open right in front of me, my mind started creating images of Dev sliding a long, white candle in and out of his little brother. Whatever the reason, the result was that I was more than ready to fulfill Prem's request.
Lubing my cock liberally, I lined myself up and began slowly pushing forward. Prem opened himself as if he'd been doing it all his life. I met no resistance as I gently slid my dick deeper and deeper, gasping at the warm, wet, tightness. I was surprised when I found I could push no more, my pale white hips resting against Prem's caramel brown bum.
Leaning down over Prem's back, I whispered into the back of his neck, "Holy shit, you are so hot and tight, Prem. I love this." Prem giggled in a very naughty way, and I began to slide myself out and back in, starting slowly and gently. It wasn't long, though, before I began moving faster, and pushing as deep as I could on each forward thrust, all at Prem's prompting. I raised myself back up for a better angle, and started slamming into the little Indian boy.
But for Trey, and perhaps a candle, I would have been plowing a 12-year-old virgin boy. How odd, I thought, that I had done the same thing to his big brother earlier in the day, though that was a more private moment. I looked up to see Dev watching us, his eyes mostly focused on his little brother's ass, and my dick invading it. Since Shy was no longer sucking on him, I guessed that he must have cummed, though very quietly. Or maybe I was simply too preoccupied to have heard.
I'd had a lot of sex that day and had cum multiple times. Despite how turned on I'd been watching Shy suck Dev, and Prem suck Trey, and having Prem's little cock in my mouth, this was promising to be an unnaturally long fuck. I knew if I paced myself, I could make it last twenty minutes. Then again, I also knew that Dev and Prem only had a short time left, and I knew Shy wanted to fuck Prem as well. So, generous friend that I was, I continued to slam hard and fast, and soon felt my orgasm welling up inside me.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, Prem," I said. "Is that all right?"
"Yes, it is best," Prem said, which struck me as a curious response, but I wrote it off to the difference between Indian and American English. In any case, I knew it was an affirmative, and so I pulled out all the stops and pumped into him, until, after a few spurts, my cock stopped throbbing and my balls drew tightly against my body. Feeling physically and sexually spent, I lowered myself onto Prem's back again, doing my best to take long, deep breaths.
"Prem, that was fantastic," I gasped. "You are so amazing."
"It feels very nice with you, Palmer," Prem replied. "It was also nice with Trey. Now I only have to feel how it is with Shy."
"Anytime!" Shy piped in.
"Can we do it right now?" Prem asked. I suppose he felt he was in the right position, so he might as well take another.
"No problem, bro," Shy jumped up. I drew my semi-hard dick out of Prem and simply dropped back onto my ass, scooting far enough backwards to let Shy get into position. From my vantage point, I could see Shy slide a finger in the smaller boy. "Hell, I don't even need lube. Palmer got you all slick and open." I watched from behind as Shy slid his dick deeply into Prem in what looked like one thrust. "OK, not that open. You're pretty tight, Prem."
I watched the muscles in Shy's gorgeous bum flexing as he fucked Prem, almost as bunny-ish as Prem had been with him. Grabbing the lube again, I slathered some on my finger, and this time, stuck it in Shy's hole, knowing he wouldn't mind the added stimulation. He didn't. He stopped thrusting for a few seconds to let me embed my finger all the way, and then he started moving again, fucking Prem's ass, and fucking himself on my finger.
I almost wished I hadn't just cum in Prem's ass, as I would have happily knelt behind Shy and fucked him as he fucked Prem. It was exciting to watch Shy enjoying himself so much, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he slowed his pace and took full advantage of the willing boy skewered by his young dick. This, I thought, would be another sculpture I wished I had the skills to create. I couldn't imagine the museum that might display such a perfect work of art, though.
Though a bit preoccupied with fingering Shy, I looked over and saw that Trey had leaned down and taken Dev's prick into his mouth. He wasn't so much giving him a blow job as just caressing the Indian boy's cock with his lips and tongue. They were both clearly deriving pleasure from Trey's ministrations. Dev was biting on his lower lip, but otherwise looking quite relaxed. Trey fingered Dev's balls gently as he sucked on the uncut dick.
I felt Shy's sphincter tighten on my finger, telling me he was close to his orgasm. I then started aiming directly for his prostate, knowing it would intensify his feelings as he shot himself into Prem. Shy moaned loudly, not bothering to ask Prem if he minded taking his load up his ass, likely presuming he'd receive the same answer I'd gotten when I asked. Even with my finger stuffed so far inside him, I could still use the rest of my hand to grasp his firm buttock as he pushed forward, enjoying how the muscles there tightened as he unloaded himself up the younger boy's hole. Though I was more or less a bystander, it made me feel very much a part of this intimate act between the two boys.
After a few more moments, Shy seemed to simply collapse onto Prem's back, his dick still buried into the younger boy's ass. He gave a few more spasmodic jerks, probably due more to the sensitivity of his spent dick than as an attempt to spew out more sperm.
All I could do was stare at Prem and Shy in utter amazement. Despite all I'd seen and done during the past week, the sight of their coupling was the single most erotic scene I'd ever experienced. My mind once again went back to that old movie of the pale white American boy, standing naked in the jungle before the caramel colored Indian boy. I wondered if both actors had ever got so horny that maybe they'd engaged in similar sex play as Shy and Prem had just done. For the first time since I'd watched that film, the idea didn't seem so very implausible.
"Mmmmmm," I heard, distracting me from my latest fantasy to look over at Dev and Trey. From the smacking noises Trey was making with his lips, I assumed that Dev had rewarded his oral efforts with a bit of Indian love juice. Dev, on the other hand, didn't make a noise, but simply leaned back with his face to the ceiling, an attractive expression of total contentment painted across his face.
I drew my finger out of Shy's ass as he pulled his dick from Prem's. We all simply collapsed wherever we were, all breathing deeply and, from what I could tell, feeling quite satisfied. Well, all except for Prem. He still had a wish that had not been granted, and for which he was now ready to ask.