Autumn Postponed - Chapter 7
Author's notes: Palmer's visit with Trey and Shy continues in this short chapter, but long enough to make Palmer's dream comes true.
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FROM CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, fuck, dude, I'm gonna fill up your ass," Trey groaned, every bit as articulate as I had been. He increased his pace even more, driving my head into the pillow with each deep thrust. Suddenly he let out a loud moan, and pushed even more deeply into me, three, four, five times, all the while repeating, "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
No longer pushing, Trey fell forward, draping himself over me, frantically reaching underneath until he found my hard, dripping dick, fondling it gently as he came down from his sexual high. He kept gasping out how good it had felt, and how tight my ass was.
Chapter Seven
A few moments later, Trey slowly drew his softening cock from my ass, leaving me with an empty feeling. I felt him climbing off the bed, and then he walked around to look at me.
"Thanks, dude. That was fuckin' brilliant," Trey said, his dick looking shriveled compared to its erect state. "You are an amazing fuck, you really are. You're gonna have to give Shy a chance sometime. You'll really get off in him, Shy."
I felt strangely proud of myself hearing Trey's praise. After all the sex these two boys had had, it felt good to be able to please him so much, especially considering that he got to fuck Shy's beautiful ass on a regular basis. The thought of watching the two of them do what Trey and I had just done reignited my lustful side. For only a second, I considered inviting Shy to climb aboard and have his way with my ass, just as Trey had done. But I didn't, knowing exactly what I wanted to do instead.
"Shy," I asked quietly, "Can I maybe fuck you next?"
"Fuck, yeah, dude!" Shy laughed. "I been waitin' for it since I heard you sayin' it last night."
"Shy!" Trey said loudly and quickly. He had understood the gravity of Shy's statement before I did, but my mind quickly cleared enough to comprehend the importance of the moment.
Shy had given the game away. Even in my hormone fueled state, I'd been careful not to mention how much I longed to fuck Shy, or anything else I wanted to do, since we'd arrived at Shy's house. There was only one place he could have heard me express such thoughts: in my room at 3:00 AM. But at that moment everything I had fantasized about was within my grasp, and I didn't want anything getting in the way. I glanced at Shy's ass, with its bright white skin showing how skimpy his speedos really were, and decided quickly to simply act as though I hadn't heard anything.
"So," I blinked stupidly, "Can I? Can I fuck you, Shy?" I pretended not to notice the looks of relief that passed between Shy and Trey. I didn't need their recognition of my brilliant machinations possibly spoiling this moment. I needed Shy's ass.
"Yeah, dude," Shy replied. He stepped to the bed and again piled some pillows in the middle. He laid down on top of them, so his pale ass was raised up enticingly. "Give Palmer the lube, Trey."
"Allow me," Trey said, squirting the slippery liquid into one hand. He set the bottle down and rubbed his hands together. Then he stepped up to me and took hold of my rock-hard cock, sliding his hand up and down to thoroughly coat it. "How's that?" he asked.
"So good that you'd better stop before I cum again," I warned him. "I wanna save myself for Shy." Turning to mount the bed, I almost could have cum seeing Shy lying there, his legs spread wide and his ass lifted high. It was, bar none, the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen, not that I'd seen very many.
Trey helped out by lubing Shy's pink, puckered hole for me, easily sinking his slippery finger in again and again. When I asked if we needed to use the candle, boy boys just chuckled. Trey explained that he'd fucked Shy quite often, and he'd have no trouble taking my dick up his ass. When he determined Shy was ready, Trey told me to climb up on the bed and kneel between Shy's legs.
"Give it to me, Palmer," Shy growled. Give it to me good."
With no further need for instruction, I leaned in and lowered myself onto Shy's smooth mounds, using my hand to point my dick at his hole. With very little effort I felt the head of my dick pop inside Shy's well lubed asshole. I didn't even need to stop before sinking in completely until my pelvis rested on Shy's firm ass cheeks.
Going solely on instinct, I began thrusting and withdrawing. I moved slowly, wanting to prolong the mind-blowing feelings radiating from my crotch. Looking down at Shy's long blond hair added to the feelings, reminding me of the just how hot the boy was from every angle. Despite how easily I had been able to enter him, Shy's ass now squeezed my cock tightly with each thrust, and I felt as if I might pass out from the intense sensations.
Just when I thought I couldn't feel any more sexy, Shy started speaking. "Yes! Oh yes! Yeah, you're hittin' my magic spot. Oh fuck, Palmer, you have an awesome dick." I had no chance then of drawing things out any longer. My orgasm was upon me before I really knew it. Pushing even more deeply into Shy's tight ass, I started to unload what was left in my balls into him. I managed maybe three good spurts before I had nothing left. I laid down on top of Shy, loving the feel of his smooth, firm buttocks nestled in the space between my hip bones.
"Dude," Shy said after several long moments, "Could you maybe let me up? It's a little hard to breathe." As much as I would have loved to lie there for, oh, say, the next thirty years, I forced myself to move. My soft cock slipped easily out of Shy, and I pushed myself up and off the end of the bed. Shy rolled over, smiled at me and said, "Thanks. That was awesome."
"Anytime, dude," I smiled back. "My pleasure. Really."
"Hmm," I heard Trey hum, "I hope you're not trying to steal my boy."
"Don't worry," I replied. "Though if I lived down here, you better believe I'd try." I felt a sudden rush of self-pity, and admitted, "I'm so fuckin' jealous of you guys. You're so lucky you found each other."
"Lucky, my ass," Trey snorted. "I been chasing Shy since I was twelve years old."
"Yep," Shy smiled smugly. "I made him work for it."
"Really?" I asked. "How'd you hook up?"
"Well," Trey began, sitting on the side of the bed and reaching out to run his hand through Shy's long hair.