Autumn Postponed - Chapter 19
Author's notes: It is Palmer's, Trey's and Shy's last morning together. Dev and Prem are now nothing but a beloved memory.
I did my best to to find a believable and happy conclusion to this series. I admit I'm not entirely pleased with what I came up with, but it's at least a "happily ever after" sort of conclusion. In any case, it was time for a final chapter, and so here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
** As always, please remember that Nifty needs your donations to continue to provide this forum for us authors who love to write, and for you readers who love to read! In fact, I'll make it easy for you! Just go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html **
***************************************************** FROM CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The three of us simply sat for a while watching the waves break on the shore as the sun continued its steady climb, warming our bodies more and more. I rested my feet on one of the railing slats, knowing that anyone down on the sand could easily look up and probably see my balls and my ass hole. Somehow I didn't care. It wasn't some sort of perverted exhibitionism. I was simply too comfortable in my skin to worry about it.
"You think this is what it's like to be a nudist?" I asked the other boys. "I mean, I don't feel horny or anything. I just like being naked out here like this."
"I guess," Trey replied. "I'd still get horny sometimes, though, I'm sure. I wonder what happens if you're in a nudist place and you get a boner."
"Yeah, I wonder if anybody would say anything," I mused. "You think people would get mad or something?"
"I don't know how they could," Shy said. "I mean, get real. Boys are gonna get boners no matter what. I get `em all the fuckin' time. I don't see how being naked would keep them from happening."
"I guess you'd need to find somebody really ugly to look at if you got horny," I suggested. "I mean, it can't just be hot people who go to nudist camps, right?"
"Now I'm not sure I wanna go," Shy chuckled.
We sat for about another half hour, sipping our various beverages and hardly talking anymore. We watched the waves break on the shore, and the various early morning beach combers pass by.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Once it was warm enough, and we were awake enough, Trey, Shy and I decided to take a long outdoor shower together. Despite all the incredible sex we'd enjoyed earlier that morning, running soapy hands all over each other's bodies aroused us enough that we were all soon sporting very stiff erections. Trey and Shy both giggled as they noticed how intently I was examining their naked bodies.
"Sorry," I said, though I really wasn't. "I'm just trying to make sure I never forget what you both look like." Before I even realized it, I found myself crying. It wasn't just like a sniff or two; I was out-and-out bawling over the sense of loss I was already feeling. Like true friends, Shy and Trey both closed on me, wrapping their arms around me.
"We're gonna be missing you, too, dude," Shy said, his words clearly reflecting his understanding of the reason for my outburst, assuring me he shared the emotions.
"Damn straight," Trey added, and I could tell he was choking up a bit as well. I was overwhelmed, not just by how much I loved my friends, who had been total strangers mere days ago, but by how much they seemed to love me! I felt like I'd known them both all my life, and couldn't imagine living the rest of my life without them in it. Oh, maybe we'd be able to keep in touch during the other fifty weeks of the year I'd be in Pittsburgh. But could we possibly be as close again come next September, presuming I'd be vacationing on the Outer Banks again the following year?
It was a weird sort of three way relationship. Despite how much I knew that Trey and Shy were somehow meant to be together, they both seemed to include me seamlessly into that loving relationship. There was, oddly enough, no competition for one or another's affection. Each of us seemed to have two boyfriends of equal importance. I'd once read that a triad was the least sustainable of social constructs, as two members of it would invariably team up against the third, but we were obviously the exception to the rule. I loved Trey. I loved Shy. But I knew that if my presence would somehow disrupt their relationship with each other, I would willingly, if regretfully, remove myself, not wanting either of them to experience the pain of being separated.
And in that moment, I'd realized that I had completely and totally fallen in love with both Shy and Trey. I'd said I loved them before, but now I was IN love with them, and both of them, much like I'd told my father. Once I realized I'd rather go home to Pittsburgh than see them be parted from each other, I discovered what true love was. Of course that discovery, rather than bringing me any comfort, only increased my level of despair, knowing I'd be missing Trey and Shy every second I couldn't be with them. I nearly collapsed under the weight of my own grief, sobbing loudly and unabashedly there in the outdoor shower beneath a rented cottage on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Still, Trey and Shy held me tightly, both now crying nearly as much as I had been.
"Shit, Palmer," Trey sniffled. "I just thought you'd be a hot guy to fuck around with. I didn't think we'd fall in love with you."
"Me neither," Shy agreed. "Why'd you have to be so... why'd you have to be... you?"
"Sorry," I chuckled through my tears. "I don't know how to be somebody else."
"Yeah, well now you've really messed us up," Shy replied.
"Really. Why couldn't you just have been some hot looking dick head?" Trey asked. "Then we could have dicked around with you for a week and then forgotten you the next." He sniffed before adding, "But no, you had to go and be all... lovable, and shit."
We were a collective mess. We stood together under the hot shower, holding each other's wet, slippery bodies, not for sexual reasons, but to offer each other what comfort we could. This was obvious since none of our hands roamed below the waist, as mine would normally do whenever I had Shy in my arms, his ass being so irresistible. There again, Trey was no slouch, either, and I'd enjoyed feeling his firm cheeks many times before. But this time was different.
Once we'd finally spent all our tears, and most of the hot water in the cottage's tank, we swiped away the water from each other's skin, and then climbed the stairs to the lower deck, pulling towels off the line and drying what remained. We hung up our towels and climbed naked to the top deck, the bright sun nearly scorching our bodies so much we couldn't wait to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was already 11:30. Remembering that my parents were supposed to return "around lunchtime." I found my phone on the coffee table and checked it for missed calls or texts. Sure enough, there was a call and voice message from my dad.
"Hey ya, kiddo," my dad's voice voice rang out on my phone's speaker. "I know I said we'd be back by lunch time, but now it's looking closer to dinner. Just got caught up in some last minute details. If I had to guess, I'd say we'll be there around 5:00. We have some really big news for you, though, so I hope it'll be worth the wait. If you check the top drawer in our dresser, you'll find an envelope with a little cash stash, in case you need to order food or anything. See you around 5:00, then. Call me if there's any problem, OK? Love ya, buddy."
"I keep liking your dad more and more," Trey said after we'd heard the message.
"So, when do you guys need to leave?" I asked, hoping we'd be able to take advantage of the extra few hours we'd been granted.
"Gonna have to call home," Shy replied, "But I can probably stay a while."
"Same here," Trey said. Soon the requisite phone calls were made and both boys were to stay until my parents returned. So, what were three nude, gay, teenaged boys to do when given several hours alone?
"I'm hungry," Shy piped up. I agreed with him, as did Trey. After all, we hadn't eaten all morning, and even our sex drive had to take a backseat to our empty bellies. Though there was probably enough sausage pizza left from the night before, I decided I could whip up a late breakfast of bacon and eggs. I put Trey and Shy in charge of toast as I threw an entire package of bacon into a large frying pan.
I soon discovered that frying bacon in the nude was not a recommended procedure, as the bacon popped and hot grease splattered on my bare chest, stomach and groin. I grabbed a bib apron and wrapped it around myself, tying it at the waist. Shy started laughing to see my ass sticking out in the back while my front was covered. I walked over to the full length mirror and had to agree that I was presenting a rather ridiculous sight. Still, I'd have rather looked silly than had grease burns all over my dick and balls.
"You should be on TV," Trey said. "You could be the Sexy Chef, and cook stuff wearing nothing but the apron."
"Yep," I nodded. "Just what the Food Network has been waiting for, eh?"
"I'd watch it," Shy said. "But only if you made sure to turn your butt toward the camera a few times."
Once the bacon was finished and draining, I scrambled a full dozen eggs, knowing we'd wipe them out with no problem, and presuming my parents wouldn't mind. I made a mental note to text my dad, telling him we were now out of eggs and bacon. We took our plates out onto the upper deck and sat eating with the bright, hot sunshine beating on our naked skin. I was truly beginning to wonder how I would ever wear clothes again, having grown so accustomed to being nude for so long.
As I'd expected, between the three of us we totally destroyed a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon, pigs that we were. We also managed to finish the orange juice that was left. I made another mental note to add that to my parents' shopping list. We all took our plates and glasses inside, rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. Trey and Shy helped me clean up the mess I'd made while cooking, and soon the kitchen looked as if we'd never used it.
Now that our hunger was sated, we all simply collapsed onto the sofas in the great room. I gazed languidly at my two naked friends, somewhat surprised that still none of us were erect. I realized that, ever since I'd had my crying jag in the shower, neither I nor my friends had popped any wood. I realized as well how rarely I saw Trey and Shy naked but not hard. I finally began to understand how it would be possible for teenaged boys to stroll around nudist resorts without their dicks being constantly stiff, though I remained sure that mine would often be.
I got up and walked to the sofa upon which Shy was sprawled. Getting him to sit up, I sat down and allowed him to spread himself across my lap, giving me access to his whole body. I began to caress him from his neck to his knees, simply delighting in the smooth softness of his skin. He emitted several cute purrs as I stroked his chest, belly and groin. It was then that his young cock began to rise again, as if begging for attention, which I was only too happy to provide.
I rubbed Shy's chest and belly with my left hand, while I gently stroked his dick with my right. It'd been a while since we'd simply jacked one another off, normally opting to suck or fuck. I realized I really liked just feeling Shy's dick in my hand. If I squeezed in just the right place, I could have taken his pulse through his stiff cock. His soft, firm ass pressed on my crotch, and I soon had a raging bone.a
"Do I get one of those, too?" Trey asked, watching me stroke off his boyfriend.
"If you're good," I smiled.
"Oh, you already know I'm good," Trey chuckled.
"True that," I smiled. "OK, you're next." It wasn't much longer before I felt Shy lifting his hips off my own hard cock, and then squirting a few streams of his boy juice all over his own crotch and my hand. I smiled down at him as he took hold of my wrist and brought my hand to his lips, licking off his own cum. "Hey, I thought you made that for me!" I complained, pulling my hand back and licking my fingers clean. "I'll make some for you later."
"You'd better," Shy scowled teasingly.
"OK, get up shrimp," Trey said, standing up and walking over. "It's my turn now." He helped Shy to his feet, but not before sliding his finger through the drops of cum on his tight belly and licking his fingers. Once Shy had stepped away, Trey laid himself on my lap in the same position. He was definitely heavier than his young lover, but nothing I couldn't handle, draped as he was over my thighs.
"Shit, both of you guys have the best looking dicks," I sighed, as I gave Trey's cock the same gentle treatment that I'd given Shy's. We'd been so sexual, often begging each other to pound harder when we butt fucked, that it felt quite different to softly stroke a cock, knowing that, in the end, it would produce just as powerful a climax. The pressure of Try's ass on my dick insured that my own boner wasn't going away any time soon. Still, I was more focused on giving Trey pleasure than worrying about getting myself off.
"Oh, fuck, Palmer," Trey groaned. "You're so fucking good at that. It's almost as good as fucking." His hips bounced up and down, putting even more pressure on my dick and balls. I began to think I might cum just from him bouncing in my lap.
"Well, I've had a lot of practice," I giggled. I let go of his dick and held up my hand to his face and asked, "Haven't I introduced you to my boyfriend?" I smiled and said, "Hand, meet Trey. Trey, this is my boyfriend Hand."
"Nice to meet you, Hand," Trey joked along. "I hope it's OK if we fool around."
"Oh, Hand's a little slut," I chuckled. "He'll play with almost any cute dick he can find." Once more I took hold of Trey with Hand, and before too long I could feel him building to his climax. It was a wonderful feeling, and I almost felt honored being the one getting him there. I couldn't help thinking that, back home, a boy as attractive as Trey wouldn't give me the time of day. But here on this magical barrier island off the North Carolina coast, I was lucky enough to share such a blessed moment with a boy I considered far out of my league, despite how many times both he and Shy had insisted I was as desirable as I considered both of them to be.
"Holy fuck," Trey said loudly, arching his back as his dick began spurting hot cum over his stomach and my hand. I counted four shots and then a long, slow trickle over my fingers. Breathing deeply, Trey gasped, "I can't remember the last time I came so much just from being beat off. You're the fuckin' best, Palmer."
I could tell from the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing furiously. I'd given this beautiful boy more pleasure than he'd expected, and I could hardly get over it. I hadn't had to suck him or take his dick up my ass. All I did was what I had done to myself countless times since I'd found myself on the cusp of puberty. But there was no doubt that Trey was quite pleased with my efforts.
"You're still boned up," Trey observed as he lifted himself from his lap. "I think that, since you did such a great job getting Shy and me off, we should double up on you. Whaddya think, Shy?"
"Fuckin' right!" Shy concurred. "What should we do?"
"Dunno," Trey replied. "What do want us to do for you, Palmer?"
I considered this open ended option for only a moment before I realized I knew exactly what I wanted. It was a lot like what I'd wanted that first afternoon that we spent together. It was the same as what I'd begged them for while they thought I didn't know they were outside my bedroom window, watching me jack off while announcing my desires.
"I wanna be fucked and sucked at the same time," I said definitively. Thinking again, I amended, "I wanna 69 with Shy while you fuck me, Trey."
"Shit," Trey replied. "You just made me cum like crazy. If I can even get it hard again, it'll take forever for me to cum."
"That's what I'm counting on," I smirked. "I want you to fuck me for an hour. No. I want you to still be in my ass when my parents get back, so they can see how much we love each other." Trey and Shy both laughed.
"That'd be something," Trey chuckled. "I'm trying to imagine the look on their faces."
Soon Shy was lying on the carpet, while I straddled him on my hands and knees in a classic 69 position. As we suckled each other's boners, Trey lubed my boy pussy and his dick, and easily slid his full length into me. I felt an incredible sense of fulfillment as Trey began treating me to long, slow thrusts, his previous climax providing him with the ability to take it slow, with no need to pound me to his own orgasm. In fact, I think it was the first time since we'd all begun our sexual relationship, that Trey was fucking me primarily for my pleasure rather than his own.
Needless to say, my own climax hit long before either Shy's or Trey's. Shy swallowed every drop of my emission while I moaned around his young cock. My dick now released from his soft lips, I raised my ass higher to give Trey fuller access, while continuing to bob up and down on Shy's boner. Shy told me to stop long enough for him to swing around, so that I was now between his splayed legs. I then went back to sucking him while he stroked my hair.
I didn't thrust myself backwards, so as not to affect Trey's rhythm. I was truly enjoying the slow, smooth sliding of his hard dick in me. I figured the slower he moved, the longer I could enjoy being joined with him.
"Stop," Shy said suddenly, pushing on my forehead to make me let go of his dick. "I wanna cum in your butt when Trey's done." Part of me was disappointed, knowing I wouldn't again be tasting Shy's sweet cum in my mouth, but I couldn't deny wanting to feel his slim cock sliding in me and filling my ass with his boy juice.
"OK," I replied, "but roll over and let me rim your sweet ass." Shy quickly complied, turning over and giving me a wonderful view of those bright, white orbs that I'd salivated over ever since the first time I'd seen them. He raised himself onto his knees so I could more easily tongue his sweet ass. I dove in with a passion, ramming my tongue as deeply as possible into him, while Trey pushed himself into my own ass again and again. I felt nothing but bliss as we shared ourselves with one another in a way I could only describe as loving.
"Oh, shit," I heard Shy moan as his ass trembled. "You're gonna make me cum again, Palmer." I fully expected Trey to shoot in my ass long before Shy could achieve another orgasm, but the younger boy clearly responded well to ass play. As I continued to tongue him, I slathered saliva onto my middle finger, and then slid it into his asshole along with my tongue. I searched out that little nub that I knew would send Shy to the heights of ecstasy, and I applied a gentle pressure. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Shy exclaimed, and I immediately felt his sphincter tighten on my finger and tongue, as his orgasm overtook him.
Clearly inspired by our interaction, Trey moaned loudly, and I could feel a warmth within me as his cock pulsed a few times. I tightened my ass as much as I could, in an attempted to milk every bit of cum Trey had to offer. Though up until then he'd been slow and gentle, as he started to cum he began pounding into my upraised ass with all the force he could bring to bear.
Eventually we all separated and simply fell side by side onto the floor. I felt so complete lying between the two lovers, reaching out to stroke their now sweaty bodies. I toyed with their spent cocks and their tight balls which had provided me with such unearthly pleasure so many times.
Those were our last orgasms of the day. We were simply too wiped out to cum again. Around three o'clock we all decided we were hungry again. Shy suggested we call the pizza place on the outside chance that Ricky might be the delivery boy, but then realized we'd probably disappoint him, being as shagged out as we were. Besides, there was still an entire sausage pizza left from his last visit, even though it had been sitting out on the kitchen counter since he'd brought it.
Instead of using the microwave, I set the oven at 300 º and put the box and all inside, setting the timer for a half hour. I figured that at 300 º, there was no risk of the pizza burning or the box bursting into flames. Besides, I never really liked reheated pizza from the microwave. When that pizza came out of the oven, we tore into it like ravenous wolves. Out of twelve slices only three were left by the time we finished. And this was after having consumed a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon between us just over three hours before! Such is the teenaged metabolism, I guess.
It was 4:30 by the time we'd finished eating. By mutual consent, we knew that we had to don some sort of clothing before my parents returned. Trey and Shy retrieved their swimsuits from the clothesline on the lower deck, while I slipped on a pair of loose basketball shorts. I was amazed at how strange it felt covering my lower body, as if nudity had become my natural state. Trey again slipped into his tight shorts and Shy slipped on his tiny white swimsuit. Neither of them had even worn a shirt.
"So, it sounded like your parents have some kind of news for you," Trey said, as he and Shy prepared to leave for their homes. "Let us know what it is."
"Yeah," Shy added. "He sounded like it was something you'd like."
"I guess," I shrugged, feeling totally clueless. "I get the feeling that maybe he's gonna get a new job, and that we'll be moving soon. Since their meeting was in Norfolk, maybe I'll be a lot closer to you guys. Hey, maybe I can come here more often instead of just once a year!"
"That'd be so awesome, dude," said Shy enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around my bare torso and hugging me tightly.
"Sure would," Trey agreed, also offering me a tight hug.
Soon, after giving both of them a long kiss, I stood at the top of the front stairs watching both of them pedal away on their bikes. I already felt lonely, envy once more taking hold of my heart as I realized they had each other, while I had no one to help me deal with their absence from my life. My vision blurred as I once again began to cry over my loss.
Before I even turned to go back into the cottage, I heard a car horn blow and saw Trey and Shy wave to my parents' car, which was on it's way down the road. I decided to simply stand at the top of the outside stairs and wait for them to pull in.
Once more, text messages were flying between Trey, Shy and myself.
Trey: < I don't believe it >
Me:
Shy: <So you'd be here? All the time?>
Me:
Me: <Sorry. I meant it LOOKS that way.>
Trey: <OMG! I'm gonna have TWO boyfriends now.>
Shy: <Me 2>
Me: <Me 3>
As it turned out, my parents' trip to Norfolk was more like a job interview for my father. He'd be working full time as a consultant to a rather prestigious development company in Manteo on Roanoke Island. They were even willing to pay for the relocation costs, and had recommended realtors to help my parents find a house.
My mother was fully behind the idea, and revealed to me another idea I never knew she had. Apparently my mother had long cherished a dream to own a business. Specifically, she wanted to sell gourmet cookies. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard that, but I had to admit my mother made some incredible cookies. I had no idea, really, of my families finances, but it seemed as if they could afford to find and buy a small shop where my mother could live out her dream.
"Of course, this means that we really won't be able to home school you anymore," my dad explained. "I'm afraid you'll have to attend school here." I considered his words, realizing I'd probably be attending the same school as Trey and Shy.
As it happened, we ended up in a house four doors away from Trey. I started attending high school with Trey and Shy just after the Christmas break. I was unlucky enough to share a gym class with Trey, and often had to avert my gaze so as not to pop wood in the PE shower. I did notice, however, that Trey never worried about it like I did, and I often saw him drying off with his dick at full attention. Surprisingly, none of the other boys so much as mentioned it, though I saw several of them taking long hard looks at it.
From then on, I enjoyed many a day and night with both my boyfriends. None of us thought it strange that we'd all share our affection with one another. Sometimes we even enjoyed time with Ricky the pizza boy, who was the kinkiest of us all. He'd often ask us to tie him down and blindfold him before taking liberties with his slim but hairy body. He would go on and on about hot boys on the Lacrosse team, and even more about the cute freshman boys he'd come to befriend. Since the Lacrosse coach had made him an assistant, he often got to supervise the freshman boys in the showers. He regularly spoke of which of the younger boys had the best asses and dicks, with Shy confirming his opinions, since he saw them all naked at least as often as Ricky did.
Suffice to say, after our move to North Carolina, every fantasy I'd ever entertained in the previous years had been far surpassed by reality. There were days when I was surprised that I could even get an erection after all the three way (or four way) sex I so often enjoyed. Trey, Shy and I found countless opportunities to relieve our sexual passions. Somehow it never occurred to any of us that there was anything strange that we were all boyfriends. Still, I knew I loved both Shy and Trey equally. None of us were ever left out or left wanting. Oh, there were times when maybe Trey or Shy couldn't be there, and so just two of us gave each other pleasure.
More than that, though, our love grew ever deeper, and more impossible to conceal. All of our parents seemed to simply deduce the nature of our relationship, and none of them seemed disturbed by our mutual love of one another. Shy even mentioned how his father told him he seemed a lot like him at his age. Clearly, his father was a believer in love, in whatever form it manifested itself. Interestingly enough, it was with Shy's mother and father that I had my first experience with marijuana, and my first experience with casual nudity. Shy, Trey and I often hung out naked at Shy's house, and enjoyed skinny dipping in his pool.
For a little more than a year we kept in touch with Dev and Prem, mostly through text messages. They seemed happy to hear I'd be living close to Trey and Shy. We texted about the possibility of them returning to the Outer Banks for their next vacation, but sadly it was not to be. In fact, we never saw our Indian friends again once I'd moved to that magical barrier island.
Along with Ricky, we also enjoyed some evenings with his friend and Trey's classmate Wayne. Wayne was a thin, wiry fourteen year old with an ass almost as sweet as Shy's. I never thought a boy as skinny as him could have such a nice round butt. He was quick to join in our fun, and before long we all had a chance to fuck his bubble butt. Of course, he was given the privilege of fucking ours as well. Fair is fair, after all. And truth be told, I really found Wayne rather attractive. Still, he was clearly drawn to older boys like Ricky, which really helped to even things out between us.
And so, unlike many boys my age, making a major move was absolutely no problem for me. To the contrary, it couldn't have turned out better. Oddly enough, though we lived so close to the beach, my parents still rented our favorite beach cottage , except they managed to switch to the two weeks before Labor Day. Since they both worked, Trey, Shy and I often had whole days to ourselves in the house. Needless to say, we managed to occupy ourselves, memories of our first week together still fresh in our minds. Of course, we had to order a pizza from time to time, and always from the same place, but only if we knew Ricky was working. We also introduced Wayne to the joys of sunbathing on the deck au natural.
Though the chosen vacation weeks no longer postponed my Autumn, I didn't mind at all. And even though I actually had to attend school again, I didn't mind at all. All that mattered to me was that I was, strangely enough, in love with two boys at the same time, and that I got to spend nearly all my days, and a fair number of my nights, with them. Who could complain, right?