Page 6 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER FOUR

Jerry

I spread a towel on the truck seat before stiffly climbing inside and sitting with a sigh. The walk across the yard to the driveway had been one of the most painful of my life. My balls were swollen and sensitive to the point I could hardly stand the clinging touch of cotton boxers.

The whole ride home sounds of Autumn rang in my ears. The chirp when she was about to cum. A low moan later that let me know she’d been at it again and enjoying herself even more that time. And the last being the hardest to endure. Her cry had sounded like my name. Muffled. A plea that almost had me running into the house to break down the door to her room.

I zoned out for the rest of the drive home. Anymore blood being rerouted from my brain and I’d run every stop sign along the way.

Please let everyone be out of my house.

Unfolding my aching body from the truck, I pressed the garage door button and sighed with relief. No cars. Not even my sister. Someone was looking out for my balls after all.

As soon as the door closed, I stripped my wet clothes off in the garage and grabbed a bottle of water from the outside fridge. I shambled, hand lightly cupping my crotch to keep them from being jostled, while making my way toward the bathroom. I leaned over the sink to brush the lingering grit out of my mouth. Guzzling the water intensified the mint tingle and helped clear some of the exhaustion fog as steam rose from the shower.

Stepping under the spray, I let the warmth pound between my shoulder blades. The edge of the day’s stress melted away on the motion of water and heat. But the hunger for Autumn remained a ravenous beast. I need to cum worse than I ever have in my whole life.

Squirting a little of my mom’s super slicky after-shaving moisturizer on my palm, I smeared it along the length of my dick. The shaft had settled into a semi-chub state during the ride home but instantly throbbed back to life. The intensity nearly doubled me over, and I sank to my knees and leaned forward. Braced on the shower bench, I rested my forehead on my arm. Autumn’s sly smile came back to my mind. Dammit, what had she been doing with that other hand? The way her full lips always said my name echoed between my ears as my hand moved slowly up and down on the shaft.

If only she were here right now. I’d grip her hips from behind and take all those beautiful songs from her gorgeous lips. Both pair. Over and over again.

My sore balls drew in tight, and I groaned loud, pumping faster. My hips switched gears and began to thrust into my hand intensifying the fantasy.

She’d moan and sigh that way only for me. I’d grab all her silky black hair and hold her into the pounding of my hips, and she’d love it. She’d beg for more.

Oh yes, Jerry… The memory of her noises came with a rush of need. I needed to hear them against my ear, feel her breath on my lips.

My breath echoed in harsh rasps as my hips lost their rhythm. I imagined her looking back at me over her shoulder, lips parted and wet. Fuck me harder…

Cum splattered the floor tiles as I gasped her name. The thick streams of cum slid toward the drain as I watched. Mesmerized, I floated for the moment that same way, in almost complete bliss.

Finally scrubbed free of grass clippings and sticky evidence of some of the best masturbation I’d had in a very long time, I toweled my hair to dampness before wrapping it around my waist. The load of towels in the dryer was still running so my mom hadn’t been gone long. That’s a good thing. I’d need privacy to put together supplies for a special evening with Autumn.

Throwing open the closet, I pulled out two sleeping bags, stuffed two pillows and blankets under the straps holding them closed, and shoved a change of clothes, toothpaste, and deodorant into a small backpack.

“Girl, you’ve stoked a fire in me,” I said to the picture of us from junior prom hanging on my mirror. The week before the dance she’d flounced right up to me and demanded I be her date. I’d never even hesitated. My response had been an immediate yes to the surprise of all my friends. “She’s a little on the nerdy side,” they’d said. Right before a big round of piss off and a scuffle in the locker room broke out where I promptly told them to shut up. Autumn had everything as far as I was concerned. Funny, cute, a great laugh, and smart enough to Algebra circles around all those meat heads who’d dared to call her anything but awesome in my presence. My heart had soared then the same way it does to this day anytime she’s near.

I stroked a finger over the aging picture. There we were, me with a double row of train tracks on my teeth and a horrible haircut, and Autumn, so similar, yet so much more even then. The beautiful girl from those awkward junior high days had turned into a woman. She’d been a vision in the simple dress. Hair her usual sexy-messy, and those damn glasses that never failed to get my engine running faster. I had lost count of the times I’d fantasied about slipping them off her face, tucking them in my pocket, only to pull her into my arms to ravish her with kisses. Never mind how any guy would hit their knees and beg for the chance to be closer to that nice, round ass.

“Tonight, Autumn Landry, come hell or high water,” I said to the photograph before tucking it into my wallet. “I’m going to finally tell you how much I’ve always wanted you.”

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