David felt a heaviness in the air as he hurried toward the hidden wine cellar. The sky had turned inky black and a few stray raindrops stung his face in the overcast gloom. It was Halloween, and night was swiftly falling. David had taken his strongest flashlight, complete with new batteries to cut through even the pitch black hiding place he had recently discovered. Everything had to be just perfect, as he knew this would be his only chance...
Yet, his only chance for what? The dreams had started almost imperceptibly two weeks ago, like the first falling leaves of Autumn. In them, a strange veiled figure, which he likened to the Virgin Mary, spoke in hushed tones and solemn declarations. Most of the dialogue David lost upon awakening, yet every night he learned more, enough to fill a spiral notebook that he kept by his bed.
Steven, it seemed was doing fine in his resting place. The vision of a body covered by a green blanket played itself over and over again in his mind as he mentally pushed a rewind button with shaking hands. At the same time, the veiled figure slowly intoned "four hours, four hours on Halloween." Four hours of what? David tossed and turned in uneasy sleep as the days progressed. Now it was finally Halloween and he seemed to know, as if by divine osmosis, what he needed to do.
A few days before David was puttering around the old Wesley estate on the other side of town. Rumor had it that the eccentric Theodore Wesley had built an elaborate wine cellar complete with winding paths and false dead ends. After his death nearly a decade ago, the mansion had fallen into utter disrepair. Great stands of bittersweet and poison ivy had taken over the decaying rubble, and the once lovely greenhouse was marred by broken glass panes and weeds everywhere.
David somehow sensed that Steven's resting place was near the Wesley mansion, even though he was formally buried in a graveyard with his mother and grandmother 35 miles away. Ignoring the "no trespassing" signs, he poked around the greenhouse for signs of the entrance to the wine cellar. A scrambling mass of poison ivy and bittersweet smothered what appeared to be a large coldframe adjacent to the greenhouse. As David looked more carefully, it was clear that some wooden structure was beneath the choking vines. Using an old rusty saw he had found inside the greenhouse, David started to cut away the vegetation. It was tough going, yet after 30 minutes a door appeared through the green shield, looking faded and whitewashed in the afternoon sun.
David almost yelled out in delight. This must be the wine cellar! He renewed his efforts to clear the remaining leaves and debris and soon uncovered a thin wooden door. The smell of decaying fungi assailed his senses as he pried the rotting door off of its now flimsy frame. It gave way easily, breaking in half as he pulled on the doorknob. Like an excited child unwrapping a candy bar, David threw large wooden sections into the tall grass. Although it was getting dark, he could see a definite trail leading into the ground, and the remains of a metal ladder. Despite his intense curiousity to see what was at the end of the trail, David knew he had to come back another time with a flashlight. He tried to throw the remains of the door into the crowded wooded area just behind the greenhouse. David didn't want to arouse suspicions that someone had been looking around the Wesley house. Besides, the spirit of Steven was very close, he could feel it in every bone of his body!
Now, two days later, it was the bewitching hour and David renewed his swift pace, as he knew the wine cellar would be even more difficult to negotiate after dark. The distant shouts of trick or treaters reminded him of the holiday he had dreaded the most. Exactly one year ago today, his world had been changed forever. David tried to remember his life when Steven had been in it. Everything had seemed so much richer, the colors brighter, the voices sweeter. As he walked, he suddenly began singing "Unchained Melody", Steven's favorite song. It just simply felt like the right thing to do.
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Under a sparkling blue sky, David and Steven traversed the winding back roads to their new apartment near the University. They were going to be living together! A chance meeting at a local pizza place had brought them together, and after three weeks of endless phone calls, long walks in the woods, and mutually shared interests, they were inseparable. Oddly enough, both had just turned 19, being born on the same day. The Narmouth Avenue Apartments were hardly 5th Avenue real estate, but they would have to do. Steven parked the car in a narrow space with the faded number 23 on it, and they were home.
"This is great!" Steven Dunham was a striking young man fully six feet in height, with Troy Donahue eyes and a sparkling disposition. His partner in crime, David Singley, had darker skin and jet black hair, reflecting his Italian heritage.
"Yeah, I hated living in the dorms!" David held open a frail door as Steven entered the dusty apartment with a large box. As they checked out the furnished living room, it was evident that there was a lot of work to be done. But who cared about that? They were totally bonkers over each other, which was all that mattered. The two young lovers swept, vacuumed, polished, and dusted for hours until they couldn't stand up anymore. David was the first to take a shower in the rickety bathroom which looked like something from a cheap summer camp. When he returned in a bathrobe, Steven quickly scurried into the bathroom anxious to look and smell nice for his new found best friend. David decided to just put on a pair of blue trim boxer shorts, because he knew Steven had a pair just like them. Sure enough, when Steven emerged from his refreshing bath, he was wearing an identical pair of underpants.
"You look good in your underwear" David smiled as he pulled the bedsheets down.
"So do you, how did you know I like boxer shorts?"
"Oh, I just looked at your butt when you bent over." David smiled his best wicked grin as Steven glowered at him.
"Pervert!!" both men erupted into laughter as David put his hand into the wide fly slit of Steven's boxers. He deftly pulled out a healthy seven inch erection and slowly began to jerk on it. Steven, in the meantime, gently rubbed on David's prick through his boxers. In a matter of seconds, David's fat prick popped out of the fly and Steven jacked it off exquisitely slowly.
"Oh yeah!" David stared lovingly at Steven. "That feels really good." Steven didn't reply, suddenly kissing David with a fervor he didn't know he was capable of. The two horny young mens' tongues dueled in ecstatic abandon as they rapidly pumped each others' rock hard tools. After five minutes of pure bliss, David could feel the cum boiling in his prick.
"I'm almost there!" he managed to squeak out, as Steven quickly bent over and took David's entire prickhead in his mouth. His lover let out a loud bellow, and blasted seven white hot jets of cum into Steven's wide oral cavern. At the same time, Steven felt his own dick go over the edge. David's hands were wanking him incredibly fast, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Here it comes!!" Steven let out a loud squeal as his cock spurted all over the bedsheets. At the same time David finally finished erupting into Steven's mouth, and reluctantly stuffed his prick back into his boxers. The two men collapsed back onto the pillows, totally spent.
"Oh my GOD!" David was the first to speak. "You really turn me on!"
"And you really turn me on!" Steven laughed. The two tired lovers embraced and spooned for the rest of the night. They felt totally refreshed in the morning, when David woke up to Steven vigorously blowing his tapered tool as it stuck out of his boxer fly like a spear.
"Shiiittt that feels unbelievable!" David closed his eyes and tried to hold back as Steven deep throated him like a pro. He licked the side of his cock up and down gently, then suddenly thrust the whole organ into his mouth, causing David to howl like a caged animal. Steven ultimately decided to concentrate on the underside of David's cockhead, being rewarded by a steady stream of pre-cum. His lover grunted and moaned like a women giving birth, then suddenly let out a loud bellow.
