Autumn Postponed - Chapter 4
Author's notes: Palmer spends a day with his two new friends, Trey and Shy.
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Chapter Four
It must have been around 4:00 AM by the time Shy and Trey had left that morning. Nevertheless, I woke fully refreshed, and still quite naked, at 7:30, my head swirling with possibilities of what the day would bring. I looked outside to see bright sunshine and clear skies. There was no discernible wind, and it already felt quite warm. Knowing my parents would be turning on the AC, I closed my window before beginning my morning routine.
Half an hour later I was showered and dressed. I'd chosen another pair of loose fitting basketball shorts and a bright yellow tank top. I'd toyed with the idea of not wearing underwear, but knew that I'd have no chance if I popped wood, as I almost certainly would be doing as soon as I saw my two new friends. I wouldn't have minded either of them noticing, but I wasn't sure where we'd be when it happened, and I didn't think my parents, or anyone else, needed that much information. So, in order to hide any evidence of my arousal, I chose to wear the one jockstrap I had packed for the trip. It was dark purple; don't ask me why. I saw it, I liked it, and I bought it. So there.
I went upstairs to find something for breakfast. I didn't know what time my parents had gone to bed, but by eight o'clock they still weren't moving about. At fifteen, I wasn't a coffee drinker, though I had friends who were. I normally wrote it off as an affectation on their part, and never developed the habit. Still, that particular morning I was all about trying new things, and so I set about brewing a pot. Helpfully enough, there were measuring instructions on the can, and I decided to make a full pot, knowing both my parents had trouble functioning until they'd had their first cup. I put 12 tablespoons of coffee in the filter, and then a few more for good measure, having often heard my mother complain about weak coffee.
When the coffee maker beeped to announce it was finished, I poured myself a cup. I blew into it to cool it a bit so I wouldn't burn my tongue. I took a sip and grimaced at the bitterness. Looking in the fridge I found the cream, adding a healthy dose to my cup. My second taste wasn't much better than the first. I found the sugar bowl on the dining table and began experimenting, tasting after each spoonful of sugar I added. I was up to five before I could finally stand the taste of the tan, rapidly cooling liquid. I had just prepared myself a second cup, and was in the process of making some toast, when my father came out of the bedroom.
"Great!" my dad said, reaching for the cup on the kitchen counter.
"Hey," I protested. "That's mine."
"Since when do you drink coffee?" my dad asked, raising the cup to his lips. "Holy shit! How much sugar did you put in here?"
"That'll teach ya'," I smirked, taking the cup away from him. I took a deep swig and said, "Mmmmm, good."
"Rookie," my dad huffed, pulling another cup out of the cupboard.
Soon my mom was also awake and complimenting my skill at brewing coffee. My dad mumbled something about learning how to drink it properly, and went out to sit on the upper deck. I knew he'd be more sociable after downing his first cup. I reminded my mother of my plans to hang out with Shy and Trey that day, and she nodded, saying that they seemed like "nice boys." Little did she know. Coming back in for his second cup during the conversation, my dad noted the near total lack of wind. I simply said that if there wasn't enough wind on the dunes, we'd probably find something else to do.
Just before 10:00 I went into the bathroom for a pee. Once finished, I carefully arranged my soft dick to point straight up in my jockstrap, certain that it would serve me well before long. Just the feel of the fabric rubbing against the underside of my dick with nearly every movement was enough to give me a semi. Checking the mirror, however, assured me that it remained well concealed. Not to mention that the straps around my ass were tight enough to lift my cheeks a bit, giving my backside an enticing curve, even in the loose basketball shorts.
It was nearly 10:15 when I heard a knock at the front door. "I'll get it!" I said, entirely too quickly and loudly. I ran down the stairs, unlocked the door and opened it.
There stood Trey and Shy, looking even better in the bright sunshine then they had in moonlight. It didn't hurt they'd both removed their shirts, tucking the ends of them into the waistbands of their shorts. I immediately congratulated myself on my foresight as I felt my dick begin its old tricks.
"Hey ya, Palmer," Shy said, flashing a brilliant smile. "Still up for it?" I'd have sworn I heard a muffled snort from Trey, but maybe I just imagined it. I had to keep reminding myself that I knew more about recent events than either of them did.
"Yeah, dudes," I replied. "C'mon in. I'll grab my kite and we can take off."
"Hi, boys." My mother dropped her greeting down on my guests from the top of the stairs. "Why don't you come upstairs and have a bit of breakfast with us."
"No thanks, ma'am," Shy replied. "I already ate today."
"Same here," Trey added. "Thanks anyway, ma'am."
"Ma'am?" my mom and I said at the same time. "Oh, please," she continued, "you make me feel ancient. Please call me Lindsay." I stared at my mother. She'd never offered the same liberty to any of my friends at home.
"Uh," Trey's head dropped between his shoulders, "I don't think I should. My parents say I should always say Mr. or Mrs., or if I don't know their last name, I should use Sir or Ma'am." Shy nodded to as if to say he'd been raised the same way.
"Oh, my," Mom chuckled. "That is so sweet. But do you mean to tell me that my son never told you our last name?" I could immediately feel my face burn. I don't know why it never occurred to any of us to exchange this rather mundane piece of information, considering all that I knew about them both already. Come to that, both my parents had met both boys the previous day, and they hadn't asked at the time, so I didn't feel too stupid. "Well, if it makes you more comfortable, you can call me Mrs. Schumann. Now come upstairs and at least have some orange juice before you begin your adventures."
I shrugged at them both, pretty much telling them we'd have to suffer this brief delay. Trey and Shy both pulled on their shirts before climbing the stairs. I went to my room to get my kite, which I then left by the front door, before joining everyone upstairs. I learned that Shy's last name was Eldredge, and Trey's was Millican. Fortunately it only took about ten minutes of meet-and-greet before we were finally cut loose.
"Be careful, boys," my mother said, fulfilling some time honored parental duty. My father fulfilled his by handing me thirty dollars to pay for "pizza or whatever." Blushing once again as I mumbled a "love you" in response to my mother's, we were finally walking out of the front driveway.
Having never walked the distance before, I'd had no idea just how far the beach road was from the bypass. The sun was already quite hot, and after about ten minutes I had stripped off my tank top, and went shirtless like Trey and Shy, who had shed theirs as soon as we'd left the cottage. We chatted about what life was like in the Outer Banks until we reached the bypass. We crossed at a stoplight which, helpfully, had a crosswalk with a walk signal. One more block west, and then a turn to the south later, and we were walking up the front driveway of a ranch style house. I commented on how nice it was, which I really meant.
"Well, we're not like some of the rich people around here," Shy said, tilting his head toward Trey, "but it's all right, I guess."
"Fuck you, dude," Trey said. "We're not rich, either, Palmer."
"Yeah, they are," Shy countered. "You should see his house. It's huge!" They continued bickering while Shy unlocked the front door and we all went inside. We all kicked off our sandals and Shy led us into a spacious kitchen. The air conditioning felt wonderful after the long, hot walk.
"I'm sweaty already," Shy moaned, lifting an arm and sniffing at his hairless armpit. "You guys want a drink?"
"Yeah," Trey said. "I'll have a beer." I chuckled at his comment, certain that he was joking.
"You'll have to go down to the game room fridge for that," Shy replied. "Actually, that sounds good. I'm gonna have one, too. What about you, Palmer?"
I was feeling a bit out of my element, and asked, "You can really drink beer at home?"
"Yeah, as long as my dad doesn't find out," Shy shrugged. "He always keeps a ton of beer in the garage, though, and never notices any is missing. I just put more in the fridge. So, ya want one?"
"Uh," I hesitated, "I -- I guess so." This was something of an act on my part. I already knew that we had arrived at our destination for the day. I strongly suspected that my new friends thought that a bit of alcohol would strip me of the inhibitions they didn't realize I no longer had. If as soon as we'd closed the door behind us one of them had suggested getting naked, I'd have dropped my shorts and jockstrap in a split second. Still, I padded down the stairs behind them both, finding there a very nicely finished and furnished game room.
"Wow," I said, checking out the set up. There was a bar along one wall with its own sink and a full size refrigerator at one end. There were two full size sofas and what looked like a loveseat, except both ends appeared to be recliners. This last was aimed toward a huge flat screen television mounted on the wall opposite the bar. "This is an awesome room, dude!"
"Yeah," Shy replied casually. "Its definitely my favorite room in the house, except for my bedroom." He opened the fridge and asked, "Who wants what?"
"Corona," Trey said, dropping onto a sofa.
"Sure," I said, having no idea what any beer tasted like. "That sounds good."
Shy came out from behind the bar and handed us each a bottle. "Sorry, guys, I'm not cuttin' any limes."
"Don't care," Trey grunted, tilting back his bottle and taking a long swig. "Ah! Damn that's good," he smiled. I just looked at my bottle for a few moments before tilting it up and taking an experimental sip. It certainly wasn't anything I was used to, but all in all I didn't think it was bad. I sat on another sofa, taking increasingly longer draws of beer as I grew more accustomed to the taste.
"Anyway, dude," Shy said, sitting next to me on the sofa. I noticed he sat next to me rather than at the other end. "I don't know if it's such a great day to go to Jockey's Ridge. It's fuckin' hot out there, and I don't think there's very much wind."
"Really," Trey agreed. "We'd probably just get sweaty and covered in sand for no good reason." He finished the last swig from his bottle. "But Palmer's the guest, Shy. I think he should get the final say."
I felt a rush of control in my belly. Knowing at least a bit of what they had planned, I was tempted to make them work for it, making them convince me to abandon the purely ostensive reason for our getting together in the first place. But truth be told, as soon as Shy had sat down next to me, his smooth tan skin inches from me, my cock began to swell in anticipation of what might happen.
"Well, you guys would know better than me if it's worth it or not," I conceded. "Actually, when I saw how hot is was, I wasn't really looking forward to it anyway." Taking another sip of beer, I asked, "So, whatta we do instead?"
"Well, first," Shy replied, jumping to his feet, "we have some more beer. Then maybe we could swim for a while."
"You wanna go all the way back to the beach?" I asked.
"Naw, dude," Shy chuckled, replacing Trey's empty bottle with a full one. "We have a pool!" Shy handed me a new beer, though I still had half of my first left. "Beats hell outta all the sand, and there're no fish crappin' in it."
"I like it," Trey nodded. "But it's still Palmer's decision."
"I like it too," I said, "but I don't have trunks with me."
"Oh," Shy said, looking perplexed. "I didn't think of that." Somehow I doubted his word. I suspected the whole swimming idea had been planned in advance. And since they had conveniently failed to float the idea while we were still at my cottage, I began to wonder just what they'd arranged for that contingency. "Trey always leaves a pair here since he's here so often."
"Dude, don't you have a pair he can wear? I mean you have like a hundred of `em." Trey asked so casually that I knew it must have been scripted. Shy was a slightly better actor, pushing out his bottom lip as if thinking.
"Yeah, I probably have something that'll work. So, whatta say, Palmer?" The look of anticipation in Trey's eyes couldn't have been more obvious. Maybe he was motivated by the lewd suggestions he'd heard me make early that morning. Maybe he looked forward to fucking my "boy pussy."
Just to be cruel, I made as if to think for a few moments before saying, "All right, that sounds good to me."
"Great!" Shy exclaimed. "I think I want one more beer before we go out, though. Can't take any with us with the nosy neighbors watching." I was already feeling the effects of my first beer before I'd finished it. I was just finishing the second at the same time Trey and Shy finished their third. I begged off having a third, not knowing how long it might take me to sober up.
After Shy had gotten rid of the empties and replaced the one's we'd drunk from his dad's stash in the garage, we went upstairs and followed Shy down a hallway to his room.
It was an average size bedroom, with just enough disarray to remind anyone that it was inhabited by a 14 year old boy, with unmatched shoes scattered about, a desk cluttered with books and loose pages, and used briefs lying on the floor next to the hamper Shy had apparently missed.
"Let's find you something to wear," Shy said, pulling open a dresser drawer. "What's your favorite color?"
"Blue," I said truthfully. I had always liked blue, even before I had seen Shy in his sky blue spandex the day before.
"I just wore my best blue ones yesterday, but I think..." Shy said as he rummaged in the drawer. "Yeah, here ya go." He turn and tossed me a turquoise piece of fabric, not much bigger than the jockstrap I was wearing under my shorts. "Might be a little tight." He tossed a regular looking pair of trunks to Trey.
"A little tight?" I laughed, holding the tiny swimsuit out in front of me. "I don't think I'll be able to squeeze into this!"
"It stretches, dude," Shy said dismissively. "Just try it." While he was still speaking, both he and Trey were sliding off their shorts and underwear. Since it looked like privacy wasn't the order of the day, I slid off my shorts. I was still in my jockstrap when Shy said, "Look, Palmer." He was holding up a pair of pale pink speedos, stretching them out to nearly twice their original width. "Go ahead and try yours," he said, stepping towards me.
I slid my jockstrap down my legs and stepped out of it. Without even looking I knew I already had a semi. Despite all we'd seen of each other, I still felt a bit embarrassed being totally exposed with a growing dick. But that same exposure was what had fueled my passionate masturbation session so early that morning, so I decided to stretch things as far as possible, even as I stretched the tiny speedo I was expected to wear. By the time I bent to put my feet into the suit, I was almost totally hard. Shy, who was still naked, stood watching me, and a quick glance told me he would soon be in a similar state.
I pulled up the speedos and struggled to tuck my balls and boner inside. Once it was packed, I pulled it up as high as I could, but there just wasn't enough fabric to cover all my pubic hairs, and a line showed across the top. The tip of my hard cock showed as well.
"Tada!" I said, holding out my arms. Trey and Shy, both still naked, eyed me appraisingly. Shy was now fully and shamelessly erect. Trey was getting there as well.
"Wow, those are tight!" Trey said. "Turn around so we can see the back." I spun in place and heard both boys snickering.
"What?" I asked.
"They only go about halfway up your ass, dude," Trey chuckled.
"They look great on you, though," Shy giggled. "Really hot."
Putting my hands on my head and wiggling my hips seductively, I said, "You really think so?"
"Damn right," Trey replied, his voice sounding deeper than before. His dick had also risen to its full glory, and he was rubbing it with his right hand, apparently unconsciously. I knew right there and then that we were not going to be swimming anytime soon.
Pushing things just a bit further, I stuck my hand down the front of the tight suit and said, "But what are you supposed to do with your dick? There's no place for it to go."
"I'll show you," Shy said. I thought he was going to put on his own suit to demonstrate. Instead, he tossed his on the bed and stepped in front of me. Taking hold of my suit, he pulled it out and stuck his other hand inside, taking hold of my hard cock and moving to one side. But instead of pulling his hand out, he kept feeling around, squeezing my cock and fingering my balls
"Fuck, Shy!" I gasped. "Oh gawd, that feels so good." I reached out with both hands and started sliding them up and down his arms while he continued fondling my junk. I was about to reach around to finally feel Shy's pale mounds, when I felt a pair of hands on my waist.
"I think these are too tight to be comfortable," Trey murmured into my ear. His hands slid down and his fingers slipped into the swimsuit. He pulled from the rear while Shy pulled from the front, and together they crouched down to slide the slippery fabric down my legs. I lifted each foot to free my ankles so that I could spread my legs. Both boys took advantage of the increased access in their exploration of my ass and genitals.
"You like this, huh, Palmer?" Trey spoke quietly into my ear.
"Fuck, yeah I do," I answered, almost having to force the words out between gasps as Shy started stroking my ultra-sensitized dick.
"You're really hot, you know that?" Trey continued breathing in my ear.
"Am I?"
"Fuck yeah," Trey assured me. "Your red hair is so cute, and all these freckles are awesome." I felt Trey's warm, wet lips on my shoulders as he placed soft kisses across them. "And your ass is so smooth and soft. Anyone ever fuck your ass, Palmer?"
"No, never," I gasped.
"You ever fuck any boys, Palmer?" Trey asked. "Me and Shy fuck all the time. And we suck each other's dicks, too. You ever do that?"
"No," I confessed.
"Shy really wants you to suck his dick, Palmer," Trey informed me. "Think you want to suck on him? You want him to stick his sweet dick in your mouth?" Trey was starting to push all my buttons, the ones he knew were there from listening to me while I feverishly pounded on my dick early that morning.
"Oh gawd, yes!" I nearly cried.
"Tell him, Palmer," Trey goaded. "Tell Shy you want to suck his dick."
"Shy," I started saying before drawing in a deep breath. "Shy, I wanna suck your dick. I wanna suck your dick now!"
Even now, more sexually aroused than I'd ever been in my life, I carefully played my part. Trey was only giving me everything I had begged for as he and Shy watched me that morning. I could have told them right then, and shaken off my innocent, submissive facade. But I could tell Trey was getting off on directing the action, taking a neophyte and giving me what he knew I wanted, never knowing I had orchestrated this very moment hours before. No matter what he thought, I was the director of this scene.
"C'mon, then," Trey said, moving back. "Get on the bed." Trey took me by the shoulders and led me backwards, while Shy kept sliding his soft fingers up and down my dick. I felt the mattress behind my knees. "Sit down, dude, and then lay back." I followed his instructions and laid back with my feet still resting on the floor. My head and shoulders landed on some pillows.
I felt the bed moving and saw Shy climbing over me, his knees on either side of my chest as he straddled my face. His beautiful hairless balls were directly over my face. If I could have reached, I would have licked them. Shy leaned forward and his perfect four inch cock drew closer and closer to my mouth. Finally, he was close enough. I opened my mouth to take him him, and then closed my lips around his warm shaft, licking his cock head as I did so.
"He's gonna fuck your face now, Palmer," Trey directed. "Just keep your lips tight on him." I nodded my head slightly and felt Shy's dick begin sliding into and out of my mouth. Unable to resist, I reached up and, at last, took Shy's bubble butt into my hands. It felt just as incredible as I'd imagined it would, and I could feel the firm muscles flexing as he pumped ever more energetically in my mouth.
"Fuck that's nice," Shy moaned. "You're really a great cock sucker, Palmer." Encouraged by his appraisal, I worked my tongue along the bottom of his dick with each thrust. I slid a finger into his crack, finally finding his hole. Just as I found it, I could feel something slimy on my finger. Seeing Trey between standing beside Shy, I guessed he had drizzled some sort of slippery oil or something on my finger. Taking the hint, I started to insert my slick digit into Shy's deeper places. I was able to insert my entire middle finger without feeling any resistance. Shy was moaning and whimpering, just as I'd heard him do the day before on the deck stairs.
Suddenly I felt Shy's ass muscles tighten, and he began to tremble. He didn't need to tell me what was coming, and I didn't need to ask. He thrust himself forward and I could taste a salty liquid coating the inside of my mouth. I had no trouble holding in the three of four squirts of his cum as he finished thrusting and simply let his spent dick rest in my mouth.