Haunted

*** 03. Return to reality.

As promised, he let me fuck him the next day. We went back to the boathouse and started making out and when we were both as hard as rock and dripping copiously, he spread his legs and told me to go for it. After working on his man-hole with my tongue and fingers for a bit, he finally pulled his thighs up to his chest.

“Just stick your cock up my butt and fuck me already.” He said impatiently. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I replied.
“Do it.” He said. “Just fucking rape me! I like to be fucked hard and fast.”

And so I did. I milked my cock for pre-come and spread it over my helmet liberally. He lubricated his hole with some of his pre-come and then held his ass cheeks apart and I pushed my wet shaft deep into him quickly as he writhed under me. I pushed his thighs apart, held him down and started thrusting into him.
“Yeah!” He gasped. “Harder, man . . harder!”

I fucked him ruthlessly while he pumped his cock with his fist. Then he thrust his hips up and shot loads of come into the air, splattering his chest and face. I came explosively, shooting my load deep into him. He was right, it was the fuck of my life.

And that’s how we spent the next week and a half. We met every day and either went to the boathouse or took one of the boats out onto the lake where we found a small secluded island. We fucked each-other on the floor of the boathouse and on the island in the sun on the sand. We blew each-other off in the forest, and gave one another hand jobs at every opportunity. We couldn’t keep our hands off each-other and we delighted in one another’s bodies and experimented with different positions and techniques. When we weren’t fucking or sucking, we talked, finding out more and more about one another.

We even gave each-other a hand-job in the back seat of the car on the way back from town one morning after shopping for supplies. My father was driving and his father was in the passenger seat and they were in a deep discussion on the merits of football versus rugby. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my crotch and I looked down. He undid my flies and eased my cock out slowly. I slid my bag over my stomach as his hand coaxed my shaft into a steely rod. His bag was over his lap and he indicated it with a flick of his head. I slid my hand under his bag and discovered that his cock was already sticking out of his shorts, hard and pulsing.

We slowly stroked each-other, bringing one another closer to climax. He nodded at me and then with a slight lift of his hips, he came. I caught it in my palm and then surreptitiously lifted my hand to my mouth and licked his load off it. I looked at him and nodded quickly, indicating that I was close. He covered the end of my cock with the palm of his hand and I came, my hips juddering slightly. He caught my come in his hand and did the same as I had. Then we slowly and casually fastened our pants. Our fathers still intent on their conversation, were none the wiser. Donovan grinned at me, licked his lips seductively and winked and then he mouthed the words, “That was hot!” We arrived back at the cabin, our crotches a lot wetter than when we’d left.

The days were filled with hot, uninhibited sex and we both reveled in it. And of course I fell deeply in love with him; not only with his body, but with the qualities that defined him. He was funny, handsome and very sexy as well as kind, compassionate, interesting and utterly selfless. I desperately hoped that he felt the same about me. Then came the day when the little bubble of a world that we had created for ourselves burst.

I awoke early one morning to the sound of pebbles hitting my window. I looked out and Donovan was there. He waved and indicated for me to come out. I threw on some jeans and a T-shirt and ran down to him.
“We need to talk.” He said shortly. “Come.”

I followed him as he led us down to the lake and then a little way along the shore until we were out of sight of the cabin.
He sat on a rock and sighed heavily. I sat next to him and gripped his hand.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“My aunt has died.” He said softly, his fingers twining around mine. “Some dude just delivered the message to my Dad.”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” I responded. He stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable.
“I didn’t even know her.” He said. He lifted my hand to his nose and sniffed at my skin and then he kissed my fingers softly.
“Oh!” I whispered.

“You don’t quite get it, do you?” He said.
“Get what?” I replied. “Your aunt has died and I’m really sorry. Your family must be devastated.”
“Fuck my aunt!” He said forcefully, surprising me. “As I said, I didn’t even know her.”

“Donovan,” I began, “that’s a bit harsh.”

He turned to me, released my hand and gripped my shoulders.
“Mark, don’t you realize what this means?” He said. “My Dad’s cutting our vacation short and we’re leaving for the city in about an hour.”
“Oh!” I said, my heart sinking. “Oh shit!”

“Exactly. Shit!” He replied bitterly. “I don’t want to go yet. I want to stay here with . . !” He stopped and stared at me helplessly. “Mark, what are we going to do?”
“What can we do?” I said, my heart beginning to break. “I . . like you enormously and . . !”
“Like?” He whispered, cutting me off. “Like?”

“Yes of course.” I said. “I like you very much.”

He turned away from me and sighed grimly. Then he turned back to me, his eyes dark and angry.

“Forgive me, but I actually thought that you might . . !” He stopped and stood up suddenly. “You know what, I’m such an idiot, but that’s okay, I can live with that. What I can’t live with is how fucking casual you’re being about all of this. About us.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I said and stood to face him. “Of course I’m upset that you have to leave so soon, and why are you so angry with me when I haven’t done anything to deserve it.”

“Right!” He spat. “You just go on thinking that.” He turned and started to walk away.
“Donovan.” I called. “You’ve always been up front with me so tell me what you want from me and I’ll gladly give it to you. Don’t leave like this.” He stopped and spun back to face me.

“Alright!” He shouted. “I’ll tell you, although I would have thought that I didn’t have to.” He paused. And then continued angrily. “I expected a bit more than ‘like’ from you, unless I’ve misunderstood the signs. I thought that you might actually care for me a little. But obviously I’ve been a fool.” He spun around and carried on walking away. I ran after him and grabbed his arm to stop him. He stopped and pulled his arm out of my grasp roughly and stepped away from me.

“Go home, Mark.” He said.
“Donovan, talk to me, please.” I begged.
“I think we’re done talking.” He growled. “I hope you had fun. Have a good life.”

He stormed off up the beach and I stood there helplessly. Then suddenly it all became clear.

“Wait!” I screamed. He spun back to me.
“What do you want now?” He yelled angrily.
“Will you stop yelling at me and listen.” I said as I moved closer to him.
“Why should I stop yelling? I like yelling, it’s liberating!” He shouted.

“Alright!” I screamed at him as I came up close to him. “If you’re going to yell, so will I.”
“Good!” He shouted into my face. “Now what the hell do you want?”
“For your information, I do care for you, a whole lot more than you think.” I yelled, our faces inches away from one another.
“You care for me?” He sneered. “That’s just great, just fucking marvelous.”

He turned and started walking away again.
“Donovan, wait.” I called after him. “What more can I say?”

He turned to face me again. “Something! Anything more than ‘care’ and ‘like’!” He yelled. “Lie if you have to!”
“Alright!” I screamed at him. “I’ll lie to you then. I don’t want you because I don’t love you!”

He stared at me for a second in thought.
“Good!” He screamed. “Because I don’t love you either.”
“Good!” I shouted back. “And I won’t call you!”
“Then don’t!” He yelled. Then he leaned forward and kissed me roughly and turned and walked away.

“Are you done yelling now?” I called after him.
“Yes!” He hollered at the top of his voice and I burst out laughing. He stopped and turned to face me, a broad grin on his face.
“Call me when you get back to the city, please.” He said.
“I will, I promise.” I replied. “I’ll miss you. ‘Bye.”

“I’ll miss you too and if you don’t call me, I shall be very upset and unbelievably angry. ‘Bye.” He lifted his hand and waved and then he turned and jogged up the shore. I watched him until he was out of sight and then slowly walked back to the cabin.

I was downhearted that he had gone but I placated myself with the thought that I was sure to see him very soon.