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"Oh God." Paul whispered. "How does it feel?"
"It feels fucking incredible!" Dylan answered as he continued to fuck Paul's ass. "I can't believe I've never done this before."
Paul watched his lover who knelt above him and in between his legs as he thrust his cock into the hilt. He felt their bodies crash into each other only to divide and crash again. The feeling built within him and every thrust sent a bigger and wilder explosion from his ass to his groin and out to his very fingertips. He closed his eyes to glory in the moment but would open them to glory in the sight of his lover. Dylan's face was sweating with the heat, the exertion and the pleasure of making love.
Paul's legs were held by Dylan's strong arms who was using them as leverage as he pushed forward and pulled back. An image of Dylan's tight ass humping against him came into Paul's mind and the feeling within him began to change.
"Oh God, Dylan I'm going to come soon!" Paul yelled.
"Me too, Paul. I'm gonna come."
Paul reached up and brought Dylan down to cover his body. They were face to face, staring into each other's eyes with Dylan still pumping furiously.
"I love you, Dylan." Paul said and watched as Dylan's eyes widened and his face wrinkle with his orgasm. Dylan didn't stop fucking as he came and Paul felt hot liquid gush out inside him which made his own pleasure explode. His cock shot out stream after stream of cum just as Dylan's had. They collapsed together, in each other's arms, still attached by Dylan's slowly softening cock.
It seemed like hours later that they came to consciousness. Neither had slept, but neither had been truly awake until Paul felt Dylan take his penis out of Paul's ass and stand. He opened his eyes and looked up at Dylan's angry face.
"Dylan? Where are you going?"
"I'm going home."
"Why?" Paul asked.
"Because I'm NOT a faggot like you, Paul! I'm not gay!"
"What?" Paul asked, confused.
"Dylan, I'm sorry." Paul said, standing up still trying to come to terms with what happened.
"No, I'm fucking sorry! I'm fucking sorry I ever talked to you!" Dylan said and before Paul could react, he was gone.
Paul lay alone on the ground staring up at the beautiful night sky as the man he loved grabbed his shorts and towel and stormed off into the woods in the middle of the night. He listened until he could no longer hear Dylan's angry thrashing through the forest. So that's why he had come all this way. To tell Dylan that he loved him and to taste his soft lips. To hold him in his arms and breath the scent of his desire in. To make love him even if it was just once.
Paul wondered to himself if it was worth it. Yeah, it had been worth it. He was sure he would wake up tomorrow a fifty year old man and feel the emptiness that Dylan had left in his heart filled. Maybe he'd be able to move on and actually nurture a lasting relationship with someone, maybe not. But that didn't dim the satisfaction he had felt at being able to tell Dylan that he loved him, to hold him and taste him, to see him and be seen by him as a man. It was a gift for which he would have traded all of his money for. Thankfully, he hadn't had to. Paul closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agofukmi_allnight can be seen posting dumb comments like this in other stories in this website. Don't take their words to heart, author. Just another idiot acting like a smartass for attention.
justanotherspectatorover 2 years agoI love this story. Every time i come back here and read the firrst line i always feel the urge to go through it again.
NellaBarely2about 8 years agoIt often takes Time for the best things in life to come along, like finding your beautiful library and this particular story. I waited till I was 65 before meeting a different side to my long time male companion. Yes I could do it again, and would sooner knowing how much love he was holding back from his fear of rejection so late in life. Thanks for sharing your heart warming story. Tony C
Haphaestion2004about 9 years agoI have no words eloquent enough to say how much I loved these two chapters - so absolutely beautiful and at the same time so poignant ...
I felt my tears running with Paul's loneliness, his life so bleak and regretful - his soulmate lost in the past.
And then, this dream that allows him to visit his past life and those people from his youth. He finally had the chance to come out to the love of his life, but I get the feeling that their lovemaking, I should say, Dylan's feelings after they made love, scared the shit out of him. He was, after all, only 18 !!
I'm dying to read the rest ! This is really awesome. ^v^
Anonymousover 12 years agoI actually am surprised at the negative feedback I saw. I think this is a good story. It's a unique idea/perspective. How many of us would LOVE to go back to high school or around there to deal with the trials of young adulthood with the knowledge we've gained since. Hell, sometimes I want to go back a few months with the knowledge I have now :) But, I loved the idea of telling someone you loved and lost the opportunity to be with that you felt that way.
I liked how you brought the world he lived in to life. Look forward to more.
cannd
