Chapter 2: The Boy in the Lake
As I swallowed my cum, the reality of everything had set in. The sensual cloud that made me lick up my own seed had faded and I realized that he wasn't focused on me like I had hoped. Instead he had focused on the man that was vigorously plowing his sweet hole. I kept watching until they finished, they lay on top of each other until they got up the strength to get up and walk back to their home. Their bodies were both tanned and in shape, and the taller one held on to the shorter with his strong arms. As soon as they went inside I walked back to my bedroom and put clothes on. My routine for the day went as usual; I lounged around the house and did small chores to help get the place into better shape.
I looked at the photos on the bedroom wall. Most were from the early years of our relationship when everything seemed to go so smoothly. It seemed like we had no problems, even the stress that came with his last year of medical school and his residency. I relocated with him to New York, took a job as an editor for a publishing company and we survived. It seemed as though I looked over the photos for hours before I took them all down. I put them in a cardboard box and slid it under the bed, hoping that it would help me forgot Mark.
I walked outside to the shoreline and took in the fresh air. The weather was nearly perfect except for a few storm clouds on the horizon, but the light breeze that came with them was pleasant. I walked up to the dock and quietly stepped until I reached the end and sat on the small bench. I dozed off for a while until I heard splashing. There he was, the young man that I had seen earlier in the day. He waded for a little bit until he noticed that I was watching him. My cock grew hard thinking about his toned body getting fuck hard and after a minute he was close to my dock. He grabbed onto the dock and said "Hi".
