Autumn Postponed - Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
Try as I might, I couldn't fall asleep as early as I would have liked. At about 10:00, I set an alarm on my cell phone to 1:30 AM. Hoping the vibration and the quiet alarm would wake me, I put the phone in my t-shirt pocket. I turned on the TV, setting it to turn off in an hour, hoping I'd be asleep by then. As an added measure, I went into the bathroom and drank three full glasses of water, hoping it would ensure that I'd wake up needing to pee, and so wouldn't sleep through the alarm.
I did wake up, not needing to pee but agitated, trying to figure out what had caused me to do so. Though my phone had fallen out of my pocket, I was actually lying on top of it, so the vibration had its desired effect. Once I remembered where I was, I quickly remembered as well why my alarm was set for such an absurd hour. As I'd hoped earlier, before I had a chance to drift back off to sleep, I felt as if my bladder was about to burst, and so I got up and went to the bathroom, not bothering to cover my nudity.
Whether it was my need to piss or the thoughts of Trey and Shy, I had a raging boner. I suspect it was the latter, since after I pissed my dick stayed as hard as it had been. Lying back down, I had to fight the temptation to have a wank, wanting to save myself for what I hoped was going to happen soon.
When it was 2:00, I got back out of bed. I quietly made my way to the bedroom door, listening for any signs of life. Feeling reasonably sure that I was the only one in the cottage awake, I slowly opened the door and peered into the darkness. Still nude, I stepped out of my room to the beachfront door. I opened it quietly and carefully, stepping out onto the deck and pulling the door shut behind me. Once again I was even more excited by being naked in the great outdoors. There was a very thin waxing crescent moon almost directly overhead, casting an eerie light over the sand. Very small waves lapped on the shore, much quieter than the previous morning. More bravely than the night before, I stepped out onto the sun deck, raising my arms and crossing my fingers behind my head, delighting in the feeling of total exposure.
I stared up the beach, hoping I would again see what I had seen nearly 24 hours before. Looking down at my own moonlight bathed body, I imagined what Trey and Shy would look like walking down the beach naked. No doubt they would be easier to see at a distance in the moonlight. I wondered if I would be able to see their erect dicks as they made their way back towards our cottage.
A momentary, horrible thought crossed my mind. What if they didn't come? I had no idea how they had snuck out of their homes the previous morning. Would they be able to do so again? Was it simply a one-time lark, or was it a regular activity in which they indulged? If they did come again, maybe they would choose another stretch of beach.
I glanced at my watch, surprisingly easy to read by the dim light of the moon. I decided I would give them until 2:30 AM before jacking off, going back to bed, and trying to get some real sleep. Almost automatically my hand kept grasping my hard cock, slowly stroking it until I came to my senses and stopped. My traitorous libido argued that, even if I did cum then, I would be able to do so again if Trey and Shy appeared later. Even my rational mind agreed, but there was still a part of me that steeled my resolved. I busied myself setting my watch alarm to 3:00 AM.
It was nearly 2:20 when I began to lose hope. Still, I reasoned, there was no reason why I should expect them to appear at exactly the same time as the previous morning. That was, after all, the only reason I had settled on a 2:30 AM deadline. I was, nevertheless, reaching a crisis moment, when I would either have a fantasy fulfilled, or have to just beat myself off and go to bed. My hand again fondled my dick, wondering if Trey and Shy would find it enticing, or at least as enticing as they apparently found each other's.
At 2:25 I decided that I had, perhaps, been greedy. The two local boys had already given me jack off fodder to last for months, if not years. Why would I expect more? Come to that, despite what I'd seen and heard the previous day, why would I presume that any time we spent together would lead to anything sexual? Yeah, they'd positioned themselves right in front of my cottage. Yeah, Shy wore a speedo that clearly showed his boner. Yeah, Trey told me Shy was probably beating off in my bathroom. So what? These were just a bunch of coincidences... weren't they?
Oh yeah, they had sucked each other off right on the steps of my cottage! That one was hard to dismiss, and was a memory hard to erase. Maybe I should have done as they'd suggested. Maybe I should have "caught" them, and threatened to tell unless they sucked me as well. Could I really have had Shy's ass in that case? Would he have been willing to go that far to prevent my turning them in, even though I couldn't for a second imagine to whom I would so?
My watch beeped, stirring me from my revery. Startled, I quickly pushed the button to silence the 2:20 alarm I had set. I glanced northward again, seeing nothing of the two lithe figures I'd hoped to see. Deciding there was nothing else for it, I looked up and down the beach for any signs of life. Finding none, I stepped out onto the sun deck, grasped my cock, and began slowly beating myself off in the faint moonlight.
I began to fantasize about what might have happened if I had done the same thing the previous morning. What if I'd been beating my meat, unaware of Trey and Shy until they'd already been watching me for several minutes? Would they have said anything, or hid in the shadows watching? Would they have invited me to join in their sexual play? Could they have known that it was boys that excited me? After all, all boys jerk off, straight or gay. Maybe they would have forced me to take them into my room so that they could have their wicked way with me.
As I pondered such scenarios, my hand began to move more quickly, and I was certain the moment would soon arrive, powerfully but more quickly than I wanted. I forced myself to let go of my dick, taking a deep breath, while still focusing on the image of all three of us on my bed. I wanted to cum so badly, but at the same time I wanted to make these feelings last as long as possible. I wanted to shout to the sea, "FUCK!" just to relieve a bit of the sexual tension building in every cell of my body.
Unconsciously shaking my head from side to side in frustration, I thought I'd caught the sight of movement to my left. Backing quickly into the shadow of the upper deck, I gazed north along the beach. With the added illumination of the crescent moon, there was no doubt that I was seeing what I'd seen the night before. Two slim human forms were walking down the beach in my direction!
I had to move fast. I had to get back into my room and turn on the small lamp on the nightstand before they came close enough see it suddenly come on. I opened the cottage door and stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind me as quickly and quietly as I could. Going into my room, I hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting before closing the door. Making sure the window to the deck was completely opened, I lay spread eagle on the bed and strained to hear any sounds beyond that of the low surf.
Though it seemed an eternity, it was probably no more than 5 minutes before I heard a recognizable sound. It was like a snort, a sort of suppressed laugh. Nothing more at first. Then another sound. A creak of wood under stress. Then another. They were climbing the stairs. Next came an unmistakably human sound: "Shhh!"
The last sounded close enough that I knew the time had come. The headboard of my bed rested just under the window. Anyone looking in from outside would be able to see my entire body, at least from the neck down. With my legs spread wide, I took hold of my stiff dick and started slowly jerking myself.
"Dude," I heard in a whisper that I'm sure Shy thought was too quite to be heard, "I told you! When I saw his light was on, I knew he'd be jerkin' it!" I nearly laughed out loud at how clearly I could hear him.
"Shhh!" came as what I assumed to be Trey's reply. They had to be nearly against the screen watching me pleasure myself. The thought of them both watching excited me in ways I'd never dreamt before. "Fuck, he's got an awesome dick," Trey whispered.
Until that very moment, I'd never considered myself particularly desirable, and certainly not sexually so. Then again, it's not as if I'd had a lot of opportunities to gauge that desirability. Not attending a regular high school, my circle of friends was somewhat limited. I'd been informed, from time to time, that this girl or that girl "liked" me, but I'd never pursued any of those relationships. Perhaps if I'd been told some good looking guy wanted to hook up, I might have thought about it.
"Shit, I gotta cum," I heard Shy whisper desperately. I knew by Trey's quiet chuckle that Shy was pounding his pud right out on my deck.
"Hey, Shy," I heard Trey whisper, "Bet you'd like Palmer to fuck your ass, huh? Let's tell him we're here and ask him to fuck you." There was no reply, but I could hear Shy sort of whimper. I couldn't know if it was just from his masturbation or from Trey's suggestion, but it was a cute sound that I'd have loved to hear him make if I was balls deep in his ass.
Deciding it was time to turn up the volume, I half said/half moaned, "Oh, Shy, I wanna fuck your ass!" I started pumping my hips up and down into my hand. "Damn you have such a beautiful ass! It's so nice and round! I wanna yank your speedos down and fuck you right on the beach!"
Just to give them more of a show, and because I was feeling so sexy, I sat up, rolled forward and got up onto my knees, so that my ass was facing the window and my dick was hanging down.
"Holy shit!" I heard Trey say, no doubt more loudly than he'd intended. "Shy, lookit dis! He's so fucking into it!"
Not wanting Trey to feel left out, I moaned, "Let me suck that hot dick, Trey! Oh yeah, I wanna lick those hot balls!" Flipping around onto my back, I now had my feet toward the window. Knowing I still had an appreciative audience, I said, "Fuck, if you were here right now I'd suck you both dry. I'd fuckin' empty your balls. I'd fuck Shy till my cum shot out his mouth!"
The total exhibitionism, the appreciative audience, and my own sudden lascivious fantasies all combined to carry me on to that moment of no return. There was no further hope of going slowly, and my hand became a blur as I stroked myself roughly, desperate for a monumental climax. Still, I needed to add one more ingredient to ensure that my fantasies could soon become reality.
"Trey," I moaned, "Trey, I never been fucked. I want you to teach me. I want you to fuck me, Trey." Actually, this thought had not crossed my mind until that very moment. I'd never really thought about having a cock up my ass, but somehow the thought of Trey penetrating me pushed me even further. I remembered what he'd said to Shy the previous morning, and added, "Fuck my boy pussy, Trey! Fuck me, dude!" I lifted my legs and stuck the tip of my middle finger into my asshole, in full view of Trey and Shy.
"Oh, Fuuuuuck!" I moaned as I felt my climax approach. Though my eyes were squeezed tightly shut, I knew the first blast of cum shot high and far. The second landed on my chin and neck, the third on my chest. My dick continued to pump, but the subsequent discharge did little more than dribble over my hand, falling into my pubes.
"Fuck. Me!" I heard Trey quietly exclaim through the window screen.
Keeping up the act, I still pretended not to know the boys had watched my whole show. I took a few deep breaths and climbed out of the bed. Going into the bathroom, into which they could easily look if they chose, I used a couple wads of toilet paper to wipe off the cum that had landed on me. Stepping back into the bedroom, my bare foot landed on something cool, wet and slimy. My first blast had cleared the bed completely and hit the floor! That was way further than I'd ever shot before.
I climbed back into bed, my head to the window, and laid on my back, running my hand up and down my body, and squeezing my deflated cock. Smiling to myself, I decided it was time to draw the curtain on this performance. Rolling over, I reached out and and turned off the bedside lamp.
"He must be going to sleep," I heard Trey whisper, almost laughing again that they thought they were being so quiet, while I could hear them so clearly.
"Good," I could hear Shy reply. "Now come --." Whatever he said was drowned out by a crashing wave, and I suspected he had moved away from the window. Listening for any further sounds, but hearing none, I rolled over and got up on my knees, looking out through the screen. The moonlight showed me that neither boy was still outside my window. Looking as far as I could to the right and left, I couldn't see either of them at all.
Climbing out of bed again, I opened the bedroom door and walked across the hall to the other bedroom, which also had an oceanside window, the bed situated as the one in my room. Kneeling on it, I slowly lifted a slat of the close mini-blind, and peered out into the semi-darkness.
I immediately identified Shy, facing me and visible only from the waist up. I could see that he was kneeling on the arms of one of the wooden Adirondack chairs furnished for renters' use. It looked like he was thrusting his hips forward, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. It took several more seconds before I recognized the top of a head just visible over the back of the chair. I saw a pair of arms reach up to wrap themselves around Shy's hips. I realized that Shy was fucking Trey's mouth, while Trey took advantage of his position to grab onto Shy's beautiful bubble butt, as he had the night before.
Despite my recent, very powerful, orgasm, my dick quickly rose again to almost painful fullness. Even the previous night's escapades didn't excite me as much as what I saw before me. I immediately wished I could be in Trey's place, pulling Shy into my mouth by his smooth, round ass. They made it look as if that was the purpose for which the chair had been built.
Now I was faced with the problem of what to do. More than anything I wanted to walk outside in all my naked splendor and announce my presence. A dozen possibilities of how I'd be invited into the mix flashed through my mind. I knew they wanted me, and now they knew I wanted them, so I was sure they'd be open to it.
Still, I was hesitant to interrupt their lovemaking. Shy looked so beautiful, his long hair blown about by the warm breeze, his face a study in ecstasy. His slight, but firmly muscled chest flexed as he grabbed hold of the chair back, leaning forward over Trey's face, thrusting even faster, no doubt on his way to a powerful orgasm. I wished the window had been opened so that I could hear whatever sounds he produced in the throes of a clearly satisfying blowjob.
I was sure that, if we had enough opportunities to get together, we would all tell one another what we saw during these early morning hours. They would confess having watched me jerk myself so theatrically. I would confess to having arranged the whole thing, making sure they knew which room was mine, leaving the window open and the light on, and then waiting for them to arrive before I began my performance. I would tell them how I'd heard their voices and, knowing they were listening, how I had spoken their names as characters in the sexual fantasy I'd conjured to bring about my explosive ejaculation. Then I would tell them how I had seen them on both mornings, and how aroused I'd been each time.
But for now, I decided that hoping to join them was premature and badly timed. Though I knew not many sounds would travel as far as my parents' room, I doubted that, if I invited Trey and Shy into my room for an acrobatic three-way, we'd likely be unable to restrain ourselves enough to avoid discovery.
Instead, I very slowly turned the wand that would open the blinds, just enough to be able to watch the action without having to peer through a single opening. Now I could move back a bit from the window, further into shadow, and watch unimpeded as I again stroked my overly used, but still receptive, cock. I could see Shy's lips moving, but the closed window and the sound of the ocean conspired to completely obscure his voice. I fantasized that he was warning Trey of his imminent ejaculation, which I knew from the day before was unnecessary, sure that Trey would accept whatever Shy's balls produced and his dick delivered.
Again, I wished I could be where Trey was now. I had never tasted cum, not even my own, and so I had no idea whether or not I'd enjoy it. Still, I suspected that, if shot from Shy's four-plus-incher, I would willingly, even gratefully, slurp it up and swallow it down. I imagined it to be sweet, just because I wanted it to be. I wondered how many of Shy's emissions Trey had swallowed since they'd begun blowing each other, and I envied him each and every one.
In another moment I saw Shy deliver three or four long, slow thrusts while Trey's hands roamed over his firm little chest. Shy stopped moving, his belly moving in and out as he breathed deeply, no doubt paying back the oxygen debt his muscles had incurred during his sexual athletics.
Presently, Shy climbed down from the arms of the chair. He again spoke to Trey, who shook his head to whatever Shy was saying. Standing up, Trey took Shy in his arms, leaning down to kiss the younger boy on the lips. I watched amazed, the idea of kissing never having occurred to me. I could tell it was a regular activity for the two of them, however. Their hands roamed up down each other's back and butts. Trey ran his hand through Shy's long hair, pulling their faces more firmly together.
I could see how the slats of the chair had imprinted lines on Trey's ass cheeks, which, though they lacked the remarkable roundness of Shy's, were nevertheless quite enticing in their own way. I wondered if, by the end of my two weeks on the beach, I would exhibit the same contrast of tanned and pale skin, which I had mistaken for white shorts the evening before. I doubted it since, as a fair-skinned redhead, I required a high SPF sunscreen to prevent a serious sunburn.
The boys finally broke their kiss and hugged tightly one more time. I suddenly panicked, remembering they had to pass my bedroom window to reach the deck stairs. No doubt they would look in one more time on their way. Not caring about whatever noise I might make, I scrambled off the bed and all but ran into my room, flinging myself onto the bed, lying on my back, my re-inflated cock standing proudly in my crotch.
"You sure you don't want me to suck you?" I could hear Shy asking outside the window.
"Definitely," Trey confirmed. "I really need to fuck you. I have lube hidden down in the game room." All speech paused for a moment, but then Trey asked, "Can you see him?"
"Barely," came Shy's answer. I knew he was peering through the screen into the darkness of my room. "I think he has boner again."
"Probably dreamin' about your ass," Trey chuckled. "Think you'll let him fuck you?"
"Fuck yeah!" Shy whispered emphatically. It was all I could do not to stand up and start dancing. "He's so horny I bet he'll fuck like a bunny. His dick looks like yours, so I think it'll fit OK."
"Wonder who's fucked him before," Trey said. "Can't believe him saying he wants me to fuck him. Shit, he's gotta be the hottest boy we found all summer." My dick was twitching with every heartbeat listening to my new friends planning to fulfill my fantasies. "You're sure we have the house all day tomorrow?"
"Yep," Shy replied. "They're both at work till at least five. If we come and get Palmer at 10:00 like we planned, and we can talk him out of flying the fucking kite, we can have a lot of fun all day!"
"Maybe," Trey pondered. "I mean, it's one thing when he's alone and pounding his pud, but I wonder if he'll really be into it." I wanted jump up and shout YES! I wanted them to know that whatever plans they had for the next day were fine with me. "Anyway, let's get back so I can pound your ass and maybe still get some sleep."
"Fuck, how do I say no to that?" Shy snorted.
The tell-tale creaking told me they were descending the stairs back onto the beach. Just because I couldn't resist, I jumped up and ran to the door. Pulling it open slowly, I leaned out to see Trey and Shy just a bit north up the beach, their white asses nearly aglow in the moonlight. Almost automatically I grabbed hold of my raging boner and stroked myself as I watched the pair grow smaller with each step, and then turn left to leave the beach. Walking out onto the sun deck, I stroked myself to my second climax that night, dripping whatever had been left in my balls onto the sand below. Thinking of what tomorrow might bring, my cock stayed stiff until I fell asleep.