Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:27:26 -0800
From: B.E. Kelley <hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Night in Autumn 2

This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention.
Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The
author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story.
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This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage
males.  It is intended for mature audiences only.  If you find this type of
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This story is a hybrid sequel of Snow Day and All Grown Up, stories you'll
find in the young friends or high school sections.  Comments are always
welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com

A Night in Autumn, Chapter 2

Nothing I did could change the way I was feeling.  My heart felt sick over
losing Chad.  It's hard to describe how much he meant to me.  I know it's
silly to think we'd last forever, given the fact that we're only 15, but
that doesn't make me feel any better about it.  I've spent most of my time
in my room, sleeping as much as I can, hardly eating and generally feeling
miserable.

The one bright spot has been the twins.  Sean and Patrick have been great,
they've done everything they can to take my mind off of my misery and I
have to say it's pretty effective in the short run.  At 13 the twins are
about the cutest boy's you'll ever meet, with their deep red hair and
emerald green eyes, but as much as I enjoy having unrestricted access to
their bodies, it's not the same.  I love them but when we have sex it's
just fucking, with Chad, I made love.  That's not to say we haven't been
busy.

With Uncle Derek and Aunt Leslie both at work and with another week until
school started, the twins and I spent our days using each other like an
amusement park.  One thing I've learned since all this began is that
nothing beats waking up to a blow job; I was reminded of that this morning.
I woke up, naked, legs pushed apart and a cute little red head bobbing up
and down on my shaft.  I could tell it was Patrick by the slightly rough
texture of us tongue as it slide over the sensitive head of my cock.  I let
out a little moan to let him know I was awake.  Patrick paused for a moment
and looked up at me; he smiled around my cock then returned to his sucking.
I reached down and ruffled his hair then laid back and let him get back to
work.

I put my problems out of my mind, as I enjoyed the intensity of Patrick's
blow job, and was so relaxed that I almost didn't hear the door open.  I
opened my eyes and saw Sean and Teddy come in, already wearing nothing but
their briefs.  I grew really close to Teddy last year, like me he's an only
child and I think that helped us to bond.  We both filled a role in each
other's lives that desperately needed filling, he was like the little
brother I'd never had but always wanted.  Teddy just got home yesterday
morning, he and his mother had been in England on vacation, and he and Sean
spent most of the day, no doubt, going at each other like rabbits.

Sean switched places with Patrick and took my cock in his mouth while Teddy
and Patrick snuggled on either side of me.  We began kissing passionately,
I pushed my tongue greedily into their mouths, tasting my precum on
Patrick's breathe, and Colgate on Teddy's.  I missed Teddy and kissed him
hard while Patrick sucked on my neck.  I reached down and felt Teddy's
tight ass through his white Jockey briefs and he moaned softly in my mouth.

After getting all the flavor out of my cock that he could, Sean pulled his
mouth off and replaced it with his ass.  He teased the head with his tight
pucker then impaled himself on my shaft.  By the time he'd lowered himself
all the way down my 6 inches, Teddy, Patrick and I were all kissing at
once, tongues dueling for control, slipping in and out of mouths at random.
I pulled Teddy's briefs down as far as I could get them, then had him
straddle over me, facing Sean.  I attacked Teddy's pucker with my tongue,
lapping at the opening then jabbing at it, wiggling my soft pink muscle
against the tight flesh.  Not to be left out, Patrick started kissing
Teddy, then Sean, while he jerked off.  This was the kind of amazing group
sex we'd grown accustomed to.

Sean slammed his ass down on me and stopped bouncing, instead he rocked his
hips back and forth wildly.  I knew he was getting close, I could tell from
the intensity of his fucking.  When he came all over my stomach, Teddy
didn't miss a beat, as soon as Sean pulled himself free of my boner, Teddy
leaned down and licked his cum off my tummy.  I was still eating his ass,
getting him ready to take Sean's place.  Once I was licked clean, I
wrestled Teddy gently onto his hands and knees, then shoved my cock up his
ass.  He let out a little squeal of pleasure and I started to fuck him,
hard.  I was holding Teddy by his hips, thrusting in and out while I pulled
him back against me.

Patrick got on his knees in front of Teddy and fed him his cock while we
fucked.  Sean sat back and watched as his brother and I fucked his
boyfriend from both ends.  We came nearly at once, Patrick started shooting
down Teddy's throat which sent him over the edge.  When his ass tightened
on my throbbing cock, I pumped my seed into Teddy's eager hole.  We
collapsed in a heap on my bed, sweaty and exhausted.  We lie there, coming
down from our orgasm for several minutes before the boys decided to get up
and shower.

Teddy lingered behind while the others headed for the bathroom.  I wrapped
myself around him and held him tight, he felt so soft and warm in my arms,
felt like Chad had felt and once again the sadness filled my heart.

"Sean told me what happened with Chad," said Teddy, "are you ok?"

"No," I whined, "I miss him so much."

"You really loved him huh?" asked Teddy.

"Yeah, and I thought he loved me too, I just don't understand this at all,"
I replied.

"I'm sure he loved you, but it would be really hard for you guys to keep
things going while being so far apart," said Teddy reasonably.

"I know that it my mind but it's my heart that hurts," I whined.

Teddy hugged me tightly.

"Don't be sad Rory, after all you still have us," Teddy smiled.

"Yeah, I know, that was really amazing, what we just did," I smiled back.

"It felt really good having you back inside of me," said Teddy.

"I missed it too," I agreed.

"I'm gonna go join the guys in the shower, are you gonna be ok?" asked
Teddy.

"Yeah, I know that I'll eventually get over it, it just hurts," I admitted.

"Well, maybe we can do some more to take your mind off of it later," said
Teddy, with an evil grin.

"I'm counting on it," I replied, with a gentle slap to his rump.

That's how I spent the next few days, having sex with the guys and
wallowing in my own self pity.  I was actually glad when the term finally
started, at least I'd have something else to think about.  Term begins at
Brewster with a welcoming ceremony held in the academy chapel the evening
before classes begin.  By this time, all of the boarders have checked into
their dorms and we gather in the chapel, with whatever parents are still
lingering, to hear the headmaster speak.  I hope Uncle Derek gives a short
speech this year, I hate wearing a tie.

I filed into my seat and immediately went back to fidgeting with the
stripped silk noose around my neck when a boy I hadn't seen before sat next
to me.  I, of course, assumed he was new.  He was pretty cute with his
strawberry blond hair and bright green eyes, he was about my size and had a
confident air about him.  I also found out, rather quickly, that he was the
talkative type.

"Hi, I'm Bobby Sutherland, what's your name?" asked the new boy, as he
extended his hand in friendship.

"Rory, Rory Shaunesy," I replied, taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you Rory.  Shaunesy? Is your dad the headmaster?" asked
Bobby.

"My uncle," I replied.

"That's cool, I met him with my parents, he seems nice," said Bobby.

"Yeah, he's great," I replied.

"So do you live in the dorms or with your family?" asked Bobby.

"I live at the headmaster's house with my Aunt, Uncle and their kids," I
answered.

"Cool, I'm in Haines House," said Bobby.

"Oh, that's good, you'll like it there," I stated.

"What year are you?" asked Bobby.

"Sophomore, you?" I replied.

"Me to, maybe we'll have some classes together," said Bobby.

"Yeah, maybe," I agreed.

Just then, Uncle Derek began to speak and we had to quiet down.  Bobby
seemed nice, I wouldn't mind having a few classes with him and getting to
know him a little.  Uncle Derek didn't speak long and when he finished, I
joined him in the back.  Uncle Derek liked me and the boys to join him and
Aunt Leslie while they greet parents and new students.

"Oh, hi again," said Bobby, when he and his parents approached us.

"You know each other?" asked Uncle Derek.

"We sat together during your speech," I explained, "This is Bobby
Sutherland."

"Of course, it's nice to see you again Robert," said Uncle Derek, "and your
parents."

Bobby introduced me to his mom and dad, then the adults took over the
conversation, leaving us kids to our own devices.

"Wow, are these your little brothers?" asked Bobby, gesturing to the twins.

"Oh no, they're my cousins," I explained.

"Amazing, you guys look alike," said Bobby.

We talked for a few more seconds but there were other parents and students
waiting to see the headmaster so Bobby and his parents moved on.  Like most
of the families still on campus, they took their son out for dinner before
dropping him off at his dorm and saying good bye.  Once every hand had been
shook, we walked home.

"That Sutherland boy seemed nice," said Aunt Leslie.

"Yeah, he was really friendly," I replied.

"That's good, maybe you can show him around campus, you know, make a new
friend," she suggested.

"Aunt Les..." I whined.

"I know, I know, it was just a suggestion sweetheart," she smiled.

Aunt Leslie and Uncle Derek had been pretty good about leaving me alone
since I learned that Chad wasn't coming back.  They didn't know that he was
more than my best friend, and both encouraged me to immerse myself in the
new term and all the opportunities it had to offer.  Maybe getting to know
Bobby would be ok, after all, he seemed nice and he was pretty cute.

As fortune would have it, Bobby was in three of my classes the next day.
He sat next to me in biology and history and though we only made small
talk, I found that I liked his company.  He was animated and excitable but
it wasn't annoying, it was kind of cute.  I found myself starring at him
more than once but that just made me feel guilty, like I was betraying
Chad.  I didn't, however, see Bobby at lunch and as I took my seat at my
usual table, my friend Tyler joined me.

"Hi Rory," Tyler greeted me enthusiastically, "How was your summer?"

"It was awesome, I spent most of it in Japan with my parents and I got to
go on a two week cruise on my dad's ship," I replied just as excitedly.

"That's cool, did you hear about the new kid?" asked Tyler.

"Which one?" I replied with a roll of my eyes.

"The one you were sitting with in bio, Robbie or Bobby or whatever," Tyler
explained.

"Bobby, what about him?" I asked.

"He's totally gay," said Tyler.

"What? Says who?" I scoffed.

"Brian Weston told me, he lives in Haines House," said Tyler.

"Yeah but how does he know?" I followed.

"That Bobby kid told everyone," Tyler exclaimed.

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I guess their RA had a meeting with all the guys last night and
Bobby told them all he was gay and that he hoped they'd be comfortable with
it," Tyler explained.

"Man, that's pretty bold, did anyone say anything?" I asked.

"No, Brian said no one really seemed to care about it, crazy huh?" said
Tyler.

"Yeah, that's definitely interesting," I practically whispered.

I tried to concentrate on my afternoon classes but my thoughts kept
drifting to Bobby.  He was an interesting person, I wouldn't have pegged
him as gay but knowing that he was and how boldly he'd proclaimed it to our
little world, set my mind to wondering.  He was different then Chad and I,
we would never have done anything like that, it's not that we were ashamed
of being gay it's just that one, we weren't ready to tell our families, and
two we didn't feel like it was anyone's business.  I'm not interested in
people who wear their sexuality on their sleeve but Bobby hadn't presented
himself that way to me, and I didn't live in his dorm.  Maybe he felt the
guys he lived with should know what he was and being new to the boarding
school system, didn't understand that everyone would know in a matter of
hours.

I didn't have any afternoon classes with Bobby until the last period of the
day, gym, or in our case football practice.  As you may recall from my past
exploits, our school requires students to select a sport to play each
season, rather than have regular gym classes.  I was a little surprised to
see Bobby was going out for the team, after all he was somewhat small for
15 but I suppose he won't be going out for linebacker either.  I watched
him closely, watched how he interacted with the other guys and how they
reacted to him.  It didn't hurt that he looked pretty cute in his gym
shorts and practice jersey either.  Unfortunately I should have been paying
as close attention to the guys I was tossing the ball around with while we
waited for practice to start.

"HEADS UP," shouted Tyler.

"Huh, what?" I yelled back, as I took my eyes off of Bobby and turned back
to Tyler.

I turned just in time to catch the ball, with my face.  The impact knocked
me on my butt and I felt a little trickle of blood in my nose.

"Are you ok?" I heard someone ask.

Somewhat dazed, I opened my eyes and saw Bobby standing over me.  He'd run
over with some of the other guys who saw me get hit.

"Yeah, I'm fine, the sun was in my eyes," I blushed.

"Let me help you up," smiled Bobby, extending his hand.

"Thanks," I muttered as he helped me to my feet.

"Alright boys, huddle up," exclaimed Coach Carson, as he arrived on the
field.

I smiled sheepishly at Bobby and then we ran off to join the other guys,
gathered around the coach.  We spent a few minutes listening to coach talk
about what he expected of everyone and then he started asking all the guys
to tell him what position they played, even if we'd played the year before.

"Shaunesy, you playing wide receiver again this year?" asked Coach Carson.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Good, you did well last year, you look like you grew a little, I'm
expecting you to be quicker on your feet," said Coach.

"Yes sir, I'll do my best sir," I answered.

"Good boy," the Coach replied.

"And you, new boy, Sutherland, what do you play?" asked Coach.

"Tight end sir," Bobby answered.

"You're a little small for that but it's ok, I usually use my ends to do
more receiving then blocking," said Coach.

"Yes sir, that's how my last coach did things," Bobby explained.

"Great, why don't you work with Shaunesy, he played for me last year and
can go over the plays with you," Coach instructed.

Bobby smiled at me and I nodded a reply.  We were about to walk off with
some of the other receivers when Kirby Price had to open his mouth.  Kirby
is the closest thing to a bully we have on campus, he's a prick with a big
mouth that would probably be ignored if he wasn't 6'2" and nearly 200
pounds.  It was mostly blubber, he was fat not buff.

"This guy's gonna play end? I thought all the faggots went out for
cheerleading," said Kirby, getting a couple of uncomfortable chuckles from
the small cadre of assholes who liked him.

Our school doesn't put up with bullying and Coach Carson is one of the most
fair, open minded people I've met, I was waiting for him to tear Kirby a
new asshole but to my surprise, Bobby beat him to the punch.

"Hey if I go out for cheerleading maybe you should come with me, your tits
are way bigger than mine, Jug's," Bobby retorted, earning himself a roar of
laughter from the rest of the team.

I told you no one really liked Kirby, his face was glowing red from
embarrassment.

"All right, that's enough. Price, take a lap, the rest of you boys get back
to practice," said the Coach, a slight smile forming on his stern face.

It was a relatively short practice, considering it was the first day.  We
spent most of the time sprinting up and down the field and intercepting a
few balls.  Bobby seemed to have good hands, at least he caught more balls
then he fumbled.  When it was time to hit the showers, I watched Bobby
strip out of his gym shorts and t shirt. I stood there starring at his cute
little butt framed in his white jockstrap, as he collected his towel. I was
totally caught off guard when he turned and caught me.

"You're not showering?" he asked.

I hadn't taken off any of my gym clothes, I was starting to get hard
watching Bobby and I'd be sticking out like a tent poll if it hadn't been
for my jockstrap.

"Uh, no, I uh, wanted to do some running so I figured I'd just run home and
shower there," I explained.

"Oh, ok then, see you tomorrow," Bobby smiled, then headed for the showers.

Geez, that was close, I thought to myself, but now I had to run home, shit.
My emotions were all over the place as I ran home.  I had been eyeballing
Bobby really hard, he was cute, REALLY cute, but my heart wouldn't let me
forget about Chad.  I didn't think it was fair, after all, Chad dumped me,
shouldn't I be able to look at cute, available boys with interest? My mind
told me that I hadn't done anything wrong but the heart wants what the
heart wants and it wasn't ready to let go.  By the time I got home, the
raging hardon I'd gotten from checking out my new friend and teammate was
conflicting with the steaming pile of guilt in the pit of my stomach.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.

I walked into the kitchen, panting and dripping with sweat, my boner
pointing the way.  Patrick was there, looking through the fridge, wearing
just a t shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.  I came up behind him and pulled
him away from the fridge.

"Oh, Rory, it's you," he exclaimed, "You scared me."

I didn't respond, at least not verbally.  Instead I closed the fridge and
pushed Patrick back against it, then put my lips to his and forced my
tongue into his mouth.

"Mmm, Rory," moaned Patrick, "I don't have time now, I'm supposed to go
over to Brice's house."

I still didn't say anything, I simply unbuckled his belt, making his shorts
loose enough for me to pull down and puddle at his feet, while I continued
to kiss him.  I reached between his legs and felt his cock through his
tight red briefs, eliciting another moan.

"Rory, come on, I'm gonna be late," Patrick giggled.

I honestly didn't care.  At this point my cock was begging for release and
therefore calling all the shots.  I pulled Patrick's briefs down just
enough to free his boner and his cute little ass, then bent him over the
kitchen island.  I dropped my gym shorts then pulled my cock out of my
jockstrap and before Patrick could lodge another complaint about his
impending tardiness, I pushed into him.

Patrick tensed at first.  He likes to get fucked but he's not the natural
bottom his brother is and it took me a few thrusts to get him used to the
invasion.  I held him by his hips and began to fuck him hard, my balls
spanking his cute little ass with each thrust.

"Oh God, oh fuck," moaned Patrick.

I reached around and felt his cock in my hand; I closed my fingers around
it and masturbated him in time to my fucking.  As horny as I was, we only
lasted a few minutes before I fired shot after shot of steaming hot cum
into my little cousin.  It was one of the most intense orgasms I've had
since coming back to New Hampshire.  Patrick spent his seed all over my
hand and I licked it off while he pulled up his shorts and undies.

"Man, I eat in here," said Sean as he and Teddy came into the room.

"If you guys are going out to play," said Patrick, gesturing to the soccer
ball under Teddy's arm, "you better hurry before he's ready for round two."

"Run," Teddy shouted with a laugh.

Sean and Teddy took off just as Patrick was putting his belt back on.

"Sorry about that, I just got so horny," I apologized.

"It's ok," said Patrick, "It's kind of nice to be desired."

And then he giggled. I slapped him on the butt.

"You better get going, you're going to be late, honestly Patrick, you can
be so irresponsible," I teased.

"Oh very funny," he laughed, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Tell
mom I'll be back for dinner."

Patrick raced out the door and I pulled up my shorts.  I was hot, sweaty
and had more than a little cum on my body, I needed a shower.  Now that my
cock had gone soft, all I could feel was this nagging in the back of my
mind, the part that wouldn't let Chad vanish into the either.  I started to
miss him again and by the time I finished my shower, I had tears in my
eyes.  I wrapped a towel around my waist and sobbed into my pillow.  What
am I going to do?