Gay Erotic Stories

They gift me things too of course. But that’s all soon to come. The point is, it is my belief that they want my control. My power isn’t in control, not really, it’s in being able to bear the responsibility of control. They give me control, and I am powerful enough to hold it. A balance.

I discovered this ability once on a random day. I was from a small village, just off a stream below a range of mighty mountains.

I was orphaned, growing up as a street rat essentially. The town took care of me on occasion, but I had to scrape by just to survive.

It was scrawny, due to these circumstance, but I got smart. That can take you a long way in this life. I was even smart enough to use a bit of trickery to steal food when times were rough.

One of these times, I was around twenty, was the time I finally discovered the power I had. I grabbed a few apples from a street vendor. No way he’d miss just a few right? Wrong.

They called for the guards in the city and I was on the run. I managed to dodge most of them, but one had caught up with me. I ran and hid in a nearby barn. He barged in and slowly looked around for me.

This man was massive. I recognized all the city guards, so I knew what he was capable of. He was much taller than me and all muscle. Additionally, he was a good decade older too. He was even more intimidating in his bulky armor. “Just come on out.”

I was caught, and I knew it. I came out with my hands up after tossing the apples at his feet. “Here,” my voice was shaky, “I have returned the apples, but don’t you just want to let me go?”

It was a weird phrasing in this situation, I concede, but I was trying to get his sympathy. After all, he recognized me too and knew I’d had a rough go at it.

He was frozen after I spoke, clearly his brain was working on something. “I-I just….. want to let you go.” He said softly.

Normally I would have taken that as his sympathy, but in that moment, what I later understood to be his first act of obedience to me, I felt a surge of power rush through me.

As I said, it wasn’t control, per se, but the connection. I felt him releasing his responsibilities into my stable hands. My brain was powerful enough to think for him, and he surrendered to that.

Looking up at him towering over me, he simply stood there. I could tell by his face that his brain was processing. Part of him was fighting the orders I gave him. I didn’t have time to question it, I needed to consolidate my control.

“You don’t want to arrest me,” I said softly and calmly, and his expressions indicated the calmness of my tone was more effective.

“I don’t want to arrest you,” he said in an almost dreamy tone. He was so relaxed, and his breathes were all almost sighs of relief. I was beginning to understand that by doing this, I was taking a burden off his shoulders.

I had him now. Something inside of me told me this. It was a responsibility, and I understood this. He wouldn’t just stay mine. I’d have to reaffirm our dynamic, but that was easy enough. So I had a guard in my hand. What could I do with that?

I thought for a good while, but then I had it. I snapped my fingers to celebrate my idea, and was astonished to see him drop to his knees, his jaw open. He was almost drooling.

“Hmm, you like the snapping of my fingers?” I asked and snapped again.

He simply nodded, but his mouth continued to hang open. This little trick would benefit me in the future. For now though, I needed to get out of my mess. “You want to help me. Don’t you?”

He nodded again, “I need to help you,” he said, almost like he was moaning.

“Good…” I paused, “Boy.” He smiled, pleased by the nickname. “You need to help me. Go give the apples back to the merchant. Tell him you are handling my punishment. Then return here.”

I paced back in forth in the barn after he left, worried something would go wrong. What if my spell, or whatever this was, broke while he was out of my sight? If he brought backup, would I be able to repeat my trick on several at once?

My worrying was quelled when he returned, and instantly dropped back to his knees. “It is done Sir.”

“Good boy,” I said back instinctively. His face lit up, and I’ll admit it was cute. If I was being fully honest, lustful thoughts crossed my mind about the power I now had over this powerful man. But I had bigger fish to fry right now.

I was free now, the threat of being arrested was over, but I still had a plethora of problems in my life. Problems that I was hoping my new power could solve. I walked up to my new boy (boy, of course, being a term of status. This man was in his 30s and older than I) and placed my hand in his cheek, the scruff of his beard gliding across my palm.

“You want me to live with you, don’t you?” I asked him with small smile. “You want to give your house to me, and take care of me.” He nodded excitedly. I recognized this guard as unmarried. Being a guard was a high paying job. He didn’t need to get married as women also flocked to him. Not anymore.

“Yes Sir,” he agreed with a relaxed and obedient tone. “I want to give everything I have to you. It is yours now.” He stood up, and began to lead me to his home.

We soon arrived at his home. It was a humble little house, but in our poor village it was one of the nice homes. It was also more than I had ever had. “For you Sir,” he said as he got on his knees. “Please take my home, my bed, my food, my bo….” He paused, and didn’t finish.

I was too wrapped up in everything to notice. I almost gorged myself in the food he had in stock, and then went to bed. He slept on the floor beside me. Still, I was hesitant to use my powers for his body.

This system worked for a while. He went out and worked every day like normal. No one knew anything was wrong, but then he came back home and gave his money to me. I lived off his salary. I was happy. More interestingly, he was happy.

He told me his commanders rewarded him for the best work he’d ever done. It was as if he was fulfilled in a way he’d never been before. Each day though he looked forward to coming home to me.

I spent the days here relaxing and lounging. Enjoying my home while he was gone. I’d eat the food, jerk off perhaps, get some more rest, making up for years without.

Then, one night, he heard him squirming on the floor. I woke up and looked down at him, he was sleeping. Dreaming. His squirms were followed by some moans, and I noticed a tent in his night gown. Then I understood.

I had never thought to tell him to jack off, so he probably hadn’t in the weeks he’s been under my control. His body needed the release. I watched with interest. Soon I could see his release all over his night gown as moved in his sleep.

The sensation caused him to wake up, and he sat up. Then, he looked at me, his breath a bit heavy. “What-“ he asked and looked around, “W-why did I let you do this? What are you-“

My eyes widened, for the first time, my spell was slipping and I couldn’t allow that. I reached over and placed my hand on his cheek, “Shhhh I did this because you want this.”

“I-I want this?” He asked. It being phrased as a question was not comforting enough to me.

So, I snapped my fingers, “Yes, you want this. You really really do.” And I believe he did. I still do. The fact that he could slip out of control does not dispute this.

Men are taught to be proud and powerful. Especially men like him. Particularly, they are taught that sex and their manhood form intimate parts of their life. This social conditioning often pulls them from what they really want. My control. His orgasms reminded him of his social conditioning and clouded his obedience to me.

But it is not coincidence he fell right back in to it so easily. He wants this, but I just had to reprogram the social pressures away.

Easy enough. No orgasming. I needed a way to stop it as much as possible, and I would figure it out. In the meantime, it is clear that my lustful thoughts were not dark at all.

He wants it and needs it. His sexual energy and obedience are interlinked, and it needs to be channeled. These were things I pondered that night, but decided to revisit later.

Not much was known of the creature or how it managed to defeat the swaths of warriors who trained to destroy. All that is known is that the men who went up the hill to slay it, never came back.

Cassius was turning 20 today and had been training for his chance to destroy the creature. He’d become the best swordsman in the village since his best friend, Arthur, was slain by the creature a few months ago.

Years of training made Cassius extremely muscular, he appeared almost like the gods of old. He was 6’4, as wide as a tree, with golden locks that fell right at his shoulders. If anyone could defeat the creature, Cassius could.

So, he set off up the mountain to take his shot at slaying the beast and freeing the region. He climbed for ages until he reached the entering of a cave. The noise inside indicated that something was in there, and it must have been the beast.

Sneaking insides he was stunned at what he saw. Of course there were mounds of treasure and other goods, but they were all perfectly kept and displayed. As if the inside of the cave were converted into a palace.

Dozens, no even over a hundred, striking men walked around doing chores like cleaning, cooking, and even preparing their armor and weapons. Stunningly, they were all completely naked, save for some little cage contraption around their cocks and collars around their necks.

He scanned the room and saw an elaborate throne, and sitting on it was a man. He was probably ten years, at most, older than Cassius. He wore an elaborate robe as two men fanned him, one fed his grapes, and two were massaging and kissing his feet.

No, not just any man, one of the footmen was Arthur. He was alive! But he was, for some reason, obeying this creature.

The man in the throne was nothing special. Attractive enough, but short and scrawny. He was probably around 5’7 and his arms appeared like twigs swallowed by his flowing robe.

The sight was strange and Cassius hardly understood it, but it didn’t matter. He would free Arthur from this enslavement and bring him home. As well as all these other men.

He moved from behind his rock and drew his sword, the man on the throne caught sight of him. “Oh hello,” he looked at Cassius with a hunger the warrior didn’t understand.

“You have terrorized these people long enough!” Cassius said and raised his sword to fight.

The man laughed, and snapped his fingers. It was a normal snap. It was abnormally loud, as if it were in Cassius’s brain. Suddenly, his arms were getting heavy, too heavy to hold his sword up.

“What a beautiful specimen the village people gifted me today,” the man said with a smile, licking his lips a little. “One of the most beautiful we have received in a while.”

Cassius felt an anger boil inside of him, but it felt tampered by something. As if he’d lost his edge. Nevermind that, he grimaced to lift his sword against the resistance.

The man snapped again, and Cassius’s arms felt even heavier and his clothes/armor suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. Distractingly so. “I am going to have fun with you.”

Cassius couldn’t stand to hold the sword anymore and he dropped it, his arms suddenly feeling normal again, or just about. Another snaps Cassius gripped his head as the snaps rattled around inside of him. Squirming in the discomfort of his armor.

“You can’t fight me when you’re so uncomfortable, can you?” The man said and raised his eyebrow, none of his slaves even bothered to look at Cassius. “Maybe you should take them off.”

Cassius instinctively shook his head no to the question, instantly began to scrape at his armor, pulling it off one by one, he was left in his britches now. They still felt insanely uncomfortable, but he hesitated. The man snapped again, and Cassius ripped this off, shreds falling to the ground as he stood completely naked.

“Good boy,” the man said as if inching himself into Cassius’s brain. “Give in to what you want. Follow your instincts.”

Cassius blushed, and covered his cock and balls with his hands as best as he could. Confused on how or why he’d done all of this. The man chuckled, “Having a cock just swinging around is hard isn’t it?”

Cassius had never thought much of it before. In fact, he loved his massive cock, but suddenly now it felt like such a burden. He nodded. The man pulled out of on the contraptions the other men were wearing. “It would be so much easier to let me decide what to do with it, don’t you think?”

Cassius nodded before even thinking, but then he shook his head. What was he thinking? What was even happening? Why was he listening? Why was he naked? “No!”

The man grinned wickedly, “You’ve been resisting. Haven’t had one that resisted at much as you. This one,” he gestured to Arthur, “Fell just from one snap. He knew to give in to his desires, you should too.”

He snapped again, and Cassius felt a warmth rise through him. “I am not comparing though. Resistance means passion. Your strong resistance indicates you’ll be my most devoted slave, once that passion is properly channeled into obedience, where it belongs.”

He snapped again, and Cassius eyed the man. The man didn’t change form or shape, but suddenly Cassius felt like he was the most attractive being to ever live. His stomach ached to see his body under that robe.

He snapped again, and Cassius could also tell now that this man was, perhaps, the smartest creature in the world. Whatever he did, whatever he wanted, it made sense. He could be trusted.

He snapped again, and Cassius’s jaw slowly dropped open, a desire to serve the creature so beautiful, so perfect, enveloped him. A creature like that deserved it. In fact, it felt criminal that anyone on earth didn’t obey and serve him.

“No,” Cassius moaned out, blinking quickly. “I’m here to…..” he trailed off. Forgetting what he was going to say.

“Stop denying what you want,” the man said softly, and waved his arm for Cassius to approach. The warrior obeyed.

“I-I-I am sorry,” Cassius said through partially gritted teeth as he approached the man.

“I know,” the man said, his hand gripping Cassius’s cock and balls. “It isn’t your fault. What’s a poor boy like you to do with all that control? Of course you’re making the wrong choice. Don’t worry, that’s why I’m taking it away from you. I’ll think for you. And you can obey like you really want. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Cassius nodded quickly, truly meaning it. Truthfully, it would be easier to just listen to what he was told. It made him feel nice to get the validation, and deciding to himself was too hard.

The man slipped the contraption on Cassius’s cock and it clicked shut. “This is step one,” he said gently caressing Cassius’s thighs. “Boys like you can’t handle the pressure that comes with having a cock. It restricts your mind from what you really want. What you need.”

The man snapped again, and Cassius was almost drooling now. But he had a newfound confidence in himself. The cage around his cock lifted a massive weight off of his shoulders that’s he couldn’t explain.

Then, the man pulled his robe back, revealing his skinny body that looked like the most attractive body Cassius had ever seen. It all led down to a massive, throbbing, cock that made Cassius weak to his knees and he fell to them.

“Good boy,” a warmth surged through Cassius, better than any orgasm, as he heard those words. “Claiming you has aroused me. Take care of it while I explain the rules.”

Cassius’s eyes widened at the mere idea that he had the privilege to touch this divine cock. He leaned in and took it in his mouth, all his muscles relaxing, as if this were a relief from a hard day.

“You are number 132,” the man said, moaning softly, “Whatever name you had, you forget it now.” He named his fingers and the room spun a bit for 132, but he kept working on the cock.

“I am Master. You don’t deserve to know my name,” Master said, snapping his fingers again. “No, is not in your vocabulary. You live to serve me, and I don’t need to snap for that one, because that is already true, isn’t it?”

132 nodded as best he could while dedicating his entire life to serving this cock. “Good boy. No fighting with your brothers. There is no hierarchy. You are all equally beneath me. When I say so, you armor up and go to the villages and raid them, and you love doing that because it gives me more of what I deserve.”

132 nodded as he kept sucking on Master’s cock. “On more thing for now,” Master said, moaning softly, “You don’t get to cum anymore. That’s a right reserved for men, and boys like you shouldn’t cum, shouldn’t think of your own pleasure, shouldn’t think at all. I am thinking for you.”

As he listened, 132 never faltered from his service to Master’s cock. At that moment, Master chuckled, relaxing more in his chair, knowing that he had successfully turned another one of the region’s best warriors.

Much of his research had come up empty, but he knew he would never stop trying. Enough time had gone by though that he needed to check back in with Daniel. It had actually been the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other, but Adrian wanted to give him time after finding out about Elliott. However, Adrian missed Daniel, and he wanted to see him again. 

As the sun set, Adrian walked up to the lake and smiled, breathing in the fresh air around it. He had come to associate these senses with his care for Daniel, so they always made him happy, and perhaps a bit horny. Sitting on the shoreline, he rested his foot in the water. 

Almost instantly upon touching the water, it began to bubble up, and the form of a person rose up to kiss him deeply on the lips. Kissing back passionately, he wrapped his arms around the body, which materialized into Daniel. “I missed you,” Daniel whispered. 

“I know babe, I missed you too,” Adrian replied, kissing down Daniel’s neck softly. “I wanted to give you some space.” As he kissed lower, his lips touched a piece of metal. He pulled back gently and smiled, seeing Elliott’s dog tags around Daniel’s neck. “Looks good on you.”

If he could, Daniel would surely be blushing. “Are you jealous? I can take it off, I just don’t like it sitting at the bottom of the lake.” Daniel reached up and grabbed it quickly.

Adrian shook his head quickly and took Daniel’s hand to move it away. “No, please, leave it. I mean it, it looks good on you. Elliott seemed like a great guy.” Adrian smiled and kissed Daniels hand. “It is a part of your past, and I am glad to have given it to you. I am only jealous because I think the three of us could have had a lot of fun together.” Adrian teased. 

Daniel rolled his eyes, but he was laughing a bit. “In a way, I am glad you met Elliott. He is the only other person I have cared for since…” he paused a bit, but then continued, “I know he had to go. I am a ghost for God’s sake, so I am glad he is happy. I am glad you know him now.”

“I won’t leave you,” Adrian said, getting serious now.

Daniel shook his head slightly, “I hope you do.” Still on Adrian’s lap, Daniel leaned in and hugged him tightly. “I care about you, a lot, and I know you care about me. But this isn’t sustainable. You need to find love, go enjoy the rest of the world.”

“But I have love,” Adrian said softly, both of them still embracing each other. 

“This is stagnant, but the world out there, I hear its gorgeous and as free as its ever been!” Daniel pulled back, smiling at Adrian. “Perhaps its time we end this. It is better to end this when I can say goodbye, then for you to wake up one day and just leave me, like everyone else did. Like Elliott, like the man who did this to me. Before you go, though, I will trust you with this secret.”

*****

It was March 1973, and I was only 20 years old. As you can imagine, being gay was not something someone could be open about, but people always find a way to fulfill their desires. This where Lover’s Lake got its name after all, and the small detail of the homosexual nature of these lovers gets conveniently left out by popular memory.  

I would come here often to cruise and try to hook up with guys. Sometimes I was lucky, and sometimes I was not. We were still a small town after all, and fear tended to dictate people’s actions. But I was young, and perhaps stupid. 

The cops only occasionally patrolled the lake, seeing as it is tucked back away from any civilization, they let whatever happen just happen. That was not to say that it was abandoned. I had a few close calls with law enforcement while cruising, and I thought this night in particular would be one of them. 

I was by the rocks over near the waterfall, standing and leaning back on them. I was just wearing shorts, as we were going through an uncharacteristic heatwave, besides, we both know why I was there. 

It was another slow night, with not a lot of foot traffic. It seemed I was going to go home unsatisfied, but all of the sudden, around the corner came a cop, probably mid 40s, very tall and very burly. I could feel my face flush red, was it obvious why I was here?

“What the hell are you doing out here this time of night, boy?” He asked, shining his flashlight on me. His voice was deep and authoritative. “It is almost midnight.”

“I-I’m sorry o-officer,” I stumbled, clearly I was nervous, and I did not have an excuse on why I was out here. “I just needed from fresh air.”

“At fucking midnight?” The cop asked, raising his eyebrow, then his eyes narrowed on to me, “You one of them cocksuckers that comes out here? Searching for someone?”

My eyes widened. Of course, the answer was yes, but I could not tell the top this. “N-no! I swear, I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

His lips curled up. Though it was hard to fully tell through his salt and peppered facial hair, but he appeared to be smiled. “You are a horrible fucking liar boi,” he said, clicking off his flashlight so only the moonlight illuminated him. His large body seemed more intimidating in the shadows. “Though, you cock suckers always are.”

He walked towards me slowly, and I was panicking now. “I really have no clue about any of that, I swear!”

He was right in front of me now, and he had several inches over me. “Shhhh,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “I am not going to arrest you.” He took his other hand and gentle traced his fingers over my chest. The feeling gave me chills, and I was starting to get a little hard.

I had heard rumors that there was a cop like this. One that would partake in the cruising scene in exchange for keeping silent. Some people I had met claimed to have sucked him off, but I always had my doubts. Always felt like some sort of story that someone came up with to sound cool, but could this be him in front of me.

His grip on my shoulder tightened, “I need you to relax.” He said firmly, but there was an undertone of concern. “You’re not in trouble, at least, you don’t have to be.” His hand dropped from my shoulder to my hand. He grabbed it and placed it on his crotch, which was rock hard. “I am an easy man to please.” He leaned in and whispered right in my ear, “You’re safe boy, not suck my cock.”

I felt a tremendous weight lift, and perhaps I even smiled. I dropped to my knees, and with his help, I pulled his massive cock out of his pants. I did not waste time, I luged forward and took it in to my mouth. He released a moan, and began to relax a little. Maybe I couldn’t sneak away from a cop, but making him cum was certainly in my range of skills. 

He gripped my head and controlled my movements, making me gag a few times, but it only made him laugh. It also only made me hornier. He thrusted his cock into my mouth, moaning loudly, “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” Then, he likely saw the tent in my pants, he chuckled. “Take it out man.”

I quickly pulled my pants down just enough to pull out my dick, and I began to stroke it as I kept sucking his cock. I pulled back a bit so I could lick up and down the entire length of his dick, enjoying each inch of it. His moans of approval only invigorated me to do more. Letting go of my cock, I reached up and began to massage his balls, much to his approval.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed again between moans. “You might be the best one I found out here.” 

I rolled my eyes at his tasteless comment, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t just make me hornier. He was so hot, and so sure of himself and his desires. He had found a way to have fun in secret, and I was proud to be someone who helped him. And found pleasure in return. 

Eventually, he came, and shot his load down my throat, and I kept sucking for as long as he would let me. As I jerked off, I eventually shot my own load. As he was zipping his pants back up, I stood up, “Leave your pants off,” he said.

I stood before him, completely, and he completely clothes. He took his flashlight and shined it on me, I instinctively covered my crotch. “Move your hands,” he said, “That’s an order.” I obeyed quickly, but still embarrassed. He examined me, “Hmm, cute face, turn around,” I did and I heard him sigh, then, I felt the sting of a quick hard slap on my ass, “So fucking beautiful. From now on, you’re always naked with me. You will already be naked waiting for me, and wait to get dressed until I leave.”

“F-from now on?” I asked, rubbing my arm with a bit of anxiety. 

He nodded, continued to shine the flashlight on my nakedness. “Yes boy, if you want of course, it is a choice, but I already know what you’ll say.” He walked up to me and rubbed his free hand all over my body, like it belonged to him. “I do not usually do this, but I feel the urge to see you again. I work Thursdays, meet me here, at midnight.”

*****

From then on, I met him every Thursday, completely naked, and sucked his cock. As time went on he got a little more open with me, even flirting a bit more. Underneath the tough cop exterior, he was actually rather kind. We would never be suitable for a relationship, but he was becoming a nice friend.

His name was Clyde. I learned that his wife had died a few years earlier, so finding another woman felt impossible. He decided to explore his attraction to men, and began giving the cruisers he caught here a break, for a price of course. 

He would listen to me about my life too. About how directionless I felt, and how I could not afford to go to college, so I was stuck here. “If I need a roommate, I will let you know,” he always teased, “I think you’d LOVE paying the rent.” 

We even got to the point where our rendezvous would begin with a make session, and sometimes he would even jack me off to make me cum. Like I said, we weren’t going to be boyfriends, or lovers, but he became my friend. 

One night, when he came up to me, he already had his button up off. Typically, he had always remained fully clothed. Getting a glance of him in his sleeves undershirt was already making me hard. “Let’s go swimming, what do you say?” He asked with a grin.

I nodded, and folded up my shorts before jumping into the water. I always loved swimming and I always adored the lake. I swam around and waited for him. All of a sudden, on the shore of the lake, he stood, completely naked, like a god from the days of old. 

He was, as I said, very tall, and very burly. His arms were thick, and his body was muscular, not int he toned way, but large nonetheless. Most importantly, he was covered in hair that appeared to start graying at this point. It was hard to tell, since I was already wet, but I may have been drooling. 

He laughed as he walked into the water. He must have seen my staring, “You are pathetic, you know that?” I blushed, but he continued. “You know, you’re the only man who has seen me completely naked like this. I usually just get blowjobs.”

I blushed even redder, and he was swimming up to me, “Why me?”

He got in front of me, wrapped his arms around me, and pressed our bodies together. Our nakedness coming together, and my skin on his body hair, was driving me mad, in the best way. “You are a kind soul Daniel. And you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.”

Then, he kissed me. It was different than our previous kisses, this one felt real, it felt emotional. He cared about me. Not as a boyfriend, but as a friend (who also gave him blowjob.) We kept kissing, it seemed that neither of us wanted to stop. 

As we made out, his hands lowered and gripped my ass tightly. I whimpered a bit, but it was all in pleasure. My dick was hard and pressing up against his body. Very slowly, he let his finger slip into my ass hole, and my knees buckled. His firm embrace kept me in place though. “You like that?”

I nodded back, my eyes certainly needed, “Yes I do, very much.”

He chuckled and pumped his fingers a bit deeper and a bit faster. “I want to fuck you, Daniel. Would you like that?”

My eyes widened, I had only been imagining this since the day I saw his gorgeous cock. I wanted this man to fuck me, over and over and over again. “Y-yes please.”

He smiled and kissed me passionately again. “Go to the shoreline,” he said. I quickly obeyed as he watched me the whole way. “All fours.” He added. So, I got down on all fours, my ass facing him. “So obedient.”

He then followed me, gripped my hips, then slowly thrusted his massive cock inside of me. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt, but it hurt so good, and I pushed my ass back to get more of his cock. “So eager,” he chuckled and slapped my ass a bit, “But I want to go slow.”

He slowly kept pushing his cock inside of me until he was all the way in. He then leaned his upper body down so his torso was pressing agains my back. Eventually, I fell a bit so I was laying flat on the ground with him flat on top of me. Kissing the back of my neck, he thrust his cock slowly around inside of me. 

It was clear now that this was less about lust and more about compassion, and perhaps his loneliness. I knew of it too well, and his warm embrace and the feeling of him inside of me felt like I was complete. “Fuck, don’t stop,” I whispered. 

“Never,” he whispered back to me. He kept moving his cock around inside of me, and kissing my neck from behind. This was a level of intimacy I had never experienced before, and I did not want it to stop. “Move in with me,” he moaned softy. 

I felt myself snap out of things for a minute, “What?”

Still moving his cock in me, he leaned back a bit, “We both need this. I need someone in my bed at night and in the kitchen with me in the morning. I won’t limit you, and you can have your fun with others. But I need you.”

“W-what would others say?” I asked, but I still moaned between words as he kept moving that magic dick inside of me. 

“My house has a basement I used to rent out, we will tell them you are my tenant,” Then, he thrusted his dick in deep and hard and I yelped in shock and pleasure, “Yes or now?”

I did not think it all the way through, I will admit, his dick was controlling me, but I exclaimed, “F-fuck yes! Please!”

He laughed a bit and slapped my ass again, “Fuck, we are going to do this every night.” His thrusts picked up and he moaned louder. The sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the lake. “And each morning.”

I moaned out loudly, getting lost in it all. Not just the pleasure, but the fantasy as well. Taking his dick every day felt like a dream come true, and having a companion I could lean on with my secrets felt amazing. I felt secure, perhaps for the first time every. 

Eventually, we both came, and ended up together not he beach. I was laying on his chest, and his hands were fondling my body. The body he proudly proclaimed belonged to him now. “Damn, I am a lucky man!”

I blushed a little bit, “I bet you offer this to all the guys, I am just the stupid one who said yes.”

He shook his head, “No, you are the one and only. I never even fucked any of the others.”

Wow, that really did make me feel special, and it added to the security I was looking forward to feeling with him. Then, the outside world came crashing back. Police sirens and lights before to engulf the lake. “Shit!” Clyde said, and both of us sprang up. 

I went back to our hiding spot and and began to get dressed quickly. As I watched him, I saw my shorts sitting by the edge of the water. Usually I left them here, but I had brought them over there when he suggested swimming. Shit.

Two cops approached Clyde who, thankfully, managed to get dressed in time. “What is the issue?”

“You have been MIA for several hours,” One of them said, both of them a bit younger than Clyde, and a bit buffer. “We know typically it is hard to get contact out here but you have been MIA for longer than usual, we wanted to make sure everything was ok.”

It was true. Out date tonight lasted longer than our typical hookups, no wonder they got suspicious. All we had to do was play it cool this one time, then there would be no more sneaking around. I would live with him and we would have privacy. 

“There seemed to be some people here, so I investigated a little longer,” Clyde lied quickly, perhaps not his first time with a close call. “They appear to be gone, if they were ever here.”

‘No so fast,” the other one said, shining his flashlight towards the lake, “Someone left their shorts here, they may be here. Scan the area.”

The three of them flashed their flashlights around, looking around and calling for someone to come out if they were there. Clyde intentionally avoided the hiding spot, but I had to weigh my options. Running was not an option, but should I turn myself in? Should I wait until they find me.

As I mulled this over, one of them popped around the corner with his flashlight. “Well boys, look what I found.” He gripped my arm painfully tight, dragged me to the shore to meet the other two, and threw me on the ground. “We caught ourselves a cocksucker.”

I looked up shamefully at the other two, but tried to avoid direct contact with Clyde. I needed to protect him, and perhaps he would be able to protect me. “Pathetic,” one of them said, drawing back their foot and kicking my stomach. The hard impact of the boot took the breathe from me.

“You can’t do that shit,” the other said, leaning down to punch my jaw. Eventually, it all happened so fast, all I could feel was blow after blow. I can’t remember exactly, as it all blurs together, but I seem to feel like Clyde threw a few blows too.

I do not think their intention was to kill me. They were taking out whatever frustration they had against gay people on me, and perhaps hit the wrong organ, or punched too hard. My memory went to black. 

When I awoke, things were different. It is hard to explain to someone still human, but I felt less like a creature, and more like an entity. As if my essence was my form now, instead of some physical shape. 

I do not know what happened after I blacked out. I never scoured the lake for my body. I do not know what the three of them said after they left, or what happened to Clyde. What I do know, is that a search party was never sent out to the lake for me. 

During the early decades as ghost of the lake, I still was figuring out how it all worked. I typically could only see just a few years outside of the lake. My shorts laid on the shoreline for months, before the wind likely took them away, or perhaps a hiker threw them away. 

Clyde came back occasionally, never to meet up with other men, though. He would just sit on the shoreline and stare, for hours, then leave. I wanted so bad to scream out for him. Perhaps for help or perhaps to yell at him for his roll in all this. 

The visits got less and less frequent, before they stopped altogether. I suffered alone for years. Eventually, I leaned to control some of the movements of the water. I would help people, if they seemed like they were drowning, or needed something.

It was not until Elliott that I was able to make actual contact with people. Then, I did so with you, Adrian. But I have been stuck here for over half a century now, there is no escaping.

*****

If Daniel could cry, Adrian got the sense he would be now. He hugged Daniel tightly, trying to be as much comfort as possible. “You have to go Adrian. It is easier this way, for us both.”

Adrian shook his head quickly, “Daniel, no, please.”

“You have to,” Daniel said, and his form began returning to the water.

“One more kiss please!” Adrian pleaded. 

Daniel paused, then nodded. The two embraced and kissed sensually and deeply. As they kissed, Adrian began to feel specks of water on his face. He pulled back, worried that Daniel was retuning to the lake. However, he saw something different. As if Daniel was covered in a layer of water, it began to pour off of him, but his form remained.

Daniel’s eyes widened, and he began to cough. Adrian had rarely seen him so much as breathe unless it was for show. Daniel backed up off of Adrian and gripped his throat, coughing so much that he began to gag. Hunching over, he coughed until eventually he threw up a load of water.

After throwing up the water, Daniel took another large breathe, and coughed a little. Tears began streaming down his face. “I-i’m breathing.” Looking down, he examined his hands and he closed them and opened them slowly. “I am warm.”

Adrian’s eyes widened, “Its almost like you’re-“

Daniel put his hand up, likely to shush Adrian. It may have been too good to be true. Daniel ran and jumped in the water. He was under for a short while before popping back up, grasping for air. “I think I’m… alive again?” His worry melted into a smile and he ran back into Adrian’s arms. They kissed deeply and passionately.

Neither of them knew enough of the supernatural to know why or how Daniel came back. Adrian’s running theory was, by sharing the story, Daniel became as vulnerable as possible with Adrian. He was willing to let Adrian go, and Adrian was willing to let Daniel go to free him. When they kissed, their fate was sealed, with true love’s kiss. Of course, neither of them knew for sure. 

Epilogue

The two of them did not question it too much, and instead decided to live their lives together. Adrian took Daniel home, then took him shopping for his own clothes. They both went to the local Archives to search up Daniel’s initial death. 

The police must have covered it up, because he does not appear in the papers at all. They found Clyde’s obituary though. He passed away just five years after Daniel due to a drug overdose. They speculate his guilt for Daniel’s death turned him to drugs. 

Adrian wanted to give Daniel his dream life now, which meant sending him to college. After settling in to his life now, the two went back to the city and visited Elliott. After a tearful reunion, Elliott was determined to help Daniel now, like he should have before. 

Elliott was able to use his connections from his former work for the government to secure the proper paperwork for Daniel’s new life. This allowed Daniel to eventually enroll in college. Additionally, Elliott’s family had rented out his old home in the city (since he was now in assisted living) and Elliott convinced his family to rent it to Daniel for a low cost. Told his family Daniel was the grandson of one of his old buddies in the service. 

Adrian and Daniel visited Elliott frequently, and even befriended his family. He wore Elliott’s dog tags almost every day still. 

Meanwhile, Adrian and Daniel thrived in the city, and Daniel excitedly started college. Between Elliott’s family, the friends Daniel made in college, and the community they found in the local gay scene, the two of them found fulfillment in their new found family. 

Life was looking up for both of them now, and all the pleasure in the world was waiting for them.