Lagoon of Dreams

Chapter 2-3

Six weeks and more than a half dozen dates later, we spent an unseasonably warm, sun-dappled afternoon on a blanket in a secluded portion of our local park. We had a lovely time—he kissed almost as well as Justin—and I let him strip off my trousers so he could have me.

He stared in curiosity at the pale line of hair that ran from my navel to my pubic bone. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“Surely you’ve seen other boys with it?” In gym, at any rate.

“Not as distinctive as this. Do you dye your hair?”

“Hardly.” But I could see what he was driving at. The hair on my head was so dark a brown as to be almost black, while the hair on my groin could pass for platinum.

“Is that a scar beneath it?” He reached out to stroke it, surprised when I caught his hand. “No?”

“No. I’m…sensitive there,” I said as an excuse. Justin had touched me there once, and it had just felt…wrong. Since I’d fellated him immediately afterward, he’d forgotten about it, and thankfully he’d never tried to touch me there again.

Now, I pulled back my legs, exposing myself to Gary’s gaze, in hopes of distracting him, relieved—No, there was no reason to be relieved. Pleased when I succeeded.

“You little devil.” He laughed as he stroked across my rim, then slid a finger into me. I’d decided today would be the day, after I’d spotted Justin necking with the girl who’d been his companion at the malt shop. It had felt like a punch to the gut, and I was determined to do something about it. Yes, I’d loved Justin, but he’d made it obvious he’d moved on, and since I no longer had any ties to him, I’d find my own pleasure elsewhere. I’d prepared myself, slicking my hole, and toying with it and with the line of hair that pointed toward my c**k had left me in a state of semi-arousal all afternoon, even more so than the idea of giving myself to Gary.

I held up a condom and smiled at him as I tore open the wrapper. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”

He shied back. “I’m not letting you f**k me!”

“Of course, not.” I could see he was going to protest, but I diverted him with light touches, running my palm the length of his c**k and stroking a finger over his balls. Before he knew it, I had his c**k sheathed in the condom. “Now. How do you want me?”

Justin preferred to make love in the missionary position, claiming he loved looking into my eyes when I climaxed, but Gary flipped me over so I was on my belly. He hoisted me up onto my knees, pressed down on my lower back, which caused my ass to jut out impertinently while he spread my ass cheeks and drove into me. It stung, and I frowned. Shouldn’t he have had more care of his partner? Of course he didn’t see my expression; he just continued to…fuck me. But then the sting faded, and I decided to forgive his lack of finesse.

“God, you’re so tight. So hot. No one else has ever…” He nipped and licked the side of my neck, and I clenched my inner muscles, drawing a long, low groan from him. When he began babbling about the pleasure I was giving him, I smiled and spread my legs farther, enjoying the sensation of being filled. And then he said, “Mmm. I love you, baby.”

I began to lose my erection, so I had to run my fingertips over that trail of hair. That action wasn’t usually necessary, but as I’d hoped, my c**k hardened. I still had to jerk off to achieve my own climax, which didn’t come as a surprise. Even with Justin I’d had to do that, since I never came just from anal penetration. For that matter, I never came from anything but my own hand.

Not that it was important. My own hand on me was what did the trick.

Afterward, I rolled away from him and pulled on my trousers.

“Where are you going, lover?” He stripped off the condom, grimacing as the contents spilled onto his thigh. “Dunno why you felt I had to use this thing. It’s not like I could get you pregnant.” He tossed away the condom, and I frowned. Someone was going to get a nasty surprise.

I ignored his grumbling, gathered up the condom, and knotted it. There had to be a trash basket somewhere.

“Lo-David?”

“I’m going home,” I said shortly.

“Come on back here.” He turned over and grinned lazily as he dragged his besotted gaze over my body. “And take your clothes off. You’re wearing entirely too much.”

“No.”

“But…” His flaccid c**k nestled into the space where groin and thigh met, appearing like something on a Michelangelo statute.

“It’s getting late.”

“David—”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“What? That…that was just the love-making talking. I swear that’s all it was.” But he looked uneasy. “Everyone wants to hear that.”

“I didn’t ask anything of you except that you not speak words of love.” I’d been looking forward to a steady partner in my bed, and it seemed like I was destined to be disappointed.

“You can’t mean that. No one does.”

“I do. Do me a favor, Gary. Lose my phone number.” I walked away from him, and I didn’t look back.

On my way out of the park, I ran into Justin. He looked tired, dark rings circling his blue eyes. We stood there regarding each other.

“I…I heard you’re dating Gary.”

I shrugged and started to walk around my former boyfriend.

He caught my arm. “I also heard he planned to f**k you.”

“I saw you necking with your girlfriend. Should either of those facts make a difference to either of us?”

“You’re better than that.”

I stayed there, waiting to hear what else he had to say.

“If you’d waited—”

“And be what? Your dirty secret?”

“I’d never see you as that,” he protested.

I yanked my arm free. “No, you don’t get to dangle possibilities before me.” I clenched my hand so tightly the contents of the condom dribbled out, so furious I saw red, and I wanted to hurt Justin as he’d hurt me. I held out my hand holding the condom. “I didn’t wait, I’ve just come from letting Gary f**k me, and you know something?” I was about to tell him it was better than anything we’d ever done together, but that would have been a lie, so instead I snapped, “Gary loves me.”

“But I loved you.”

“Maybe once, but not enough to stand up to your parents.”

His eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t deny it.

“Go away, Justin.” I left him standing there. Soon enough he’d learn I’d broken up with Gary. Idly I wondered if he’d try to get back together with me.

As it turned out, he didn’t. He completed his classes early and left for Yale within a matter of weeks. It seemed since we were no longer together, his parents had decided to let him stay on this coast.

As for Gary, he didn’t believe I was serious when I said we were through because he’d fallen in love with me. “But girls want to hear that!”

“Has it escaped your notice that I’m not a girl?”

“But…But…”

He tried writing and calling, and I responded to neither, tearing up his letters and asking our house mother to inform him I wasn’t at home.

He was unhappy that I’d dismissed him as he’d casually dismissed so many others—of course word of his conquests had gotten around, and “friends” had gone out of their way to warn me—and when he discovered he couldn’t bring me around with sweet words, he began telling tales about me. Not that it mattered. Between those previous lovers who he’d cast aside and who felt he deserved a taste of his own medicine, and those who wanted a taste of the guy who’d walked away from him, his action backfired. It wound up getting me more men in my bed than I could shake a stick at. Unfortunately, too many of them wound up telling me they loved me. Whether it was true or not, whether they simply wanted to see if they could get me to fall in love with them, the results were the same. I walked away.

And so my reputation grew.