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Shane's hand pushed Dave's head deeper into his crotch.
His groan sounded like a lung-full of pent-up air evacuated at
once. He said, "My God, where did you learn to suck like
that?"
Dave didn't answer, and instead lunged deeper into
Shane's crotch, but not so much that he would come too
soon. No, he meant to make Shane last, and explode only
when Dave did, so they could create a magic far greater than
anything he'd experienced with his other flings.
After, Dave stroked Shane's cock to keep him hard. "You
want more than this, don't you? You want all of me, right?"
Shane's eyes widened, but he still looked taken back.
"No worries if it's your first time," Dave said. "Just take 'er
in your mouth and go slowly if you need to."
Dave tugged his shorts down, let his own cock spring free,
and lay back on the towel. Shane took him in his mouth and,
like most guys sucking dick for the first time, he held the
knob between his lips before he devoured the whole cock.
Still, Shane's mouth was warm, wet and soothing.
While Shane sucked, Dave shut his eyes again, and
imagined the beach as it was. The smell of popcorn and
cotton candy filled his nostrils again and the sounds of
parents and children echoed in his ears. As he caressed
Shane's shoulders, he thought he would climax right then, but
Shane stopped.
With his cock loose, Dave felt Shane explore his body with
his tongue. His hand rested on Shane's back first, then he
trailed lower to cup his ass.
Dave said, "Hold on, let me take over."
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Shane smiled. "I've never done anything like this before.
Go easy."
"You'll love it, I promise."
Dave fumbled his shorts, then fished into the pocket for a
condom and bottle of lube. The foil torn, he squeezed a dollop
of grease into the rubber and rolled it to the root of his dick.
Shane looked hesitant, so Dave helped him to grease his ass,
positioned him on all fours, and slid into him an inch at a
time.
Gentle thrusts into Shane, when he'd worked his way in,
seemed best, as he wanted Shane to enjoy and remember
the sex as much as he would. Dave knew how skilled he was
but he knew he would need to slow down for Shane's sake. To
him, the best sex should be savored, and he wished all of his
encounters could mirror this one.
When he turned Shane over and burrowed between his
legs, he shut his eyes and heard footsteps, but he didn't open
his eyes to find out whose. Music from brass instruments
played almost on key, and fireworks erupted. Whistle, pop,
and fizzle noises were separated by short pauses.
As Dave's lips met Shane's, he realized it was the Fourth of
July. Only it couldn't be the Fourth of July on that beach. It
must have been Canada Day and everyone seemed eager to
celebrate. Dave held his breath and pumped deeper into
Shane. Oftentimes, he gauged his own readiness by the
sounds of his lover, except that measurement was impossible
now. Shane made no sounds, and Dave climaxed sooner than
normal, and emptied into the condom.
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Eyes opened, he found Shane still in the throes of ecstasy.
He rubbed Shane's stomach, then leaned in to kiss him.
Shane said, "That was absolutely amazing."
"Magic," Dave said, "and we can recreate it any time we
want."
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow we create our own magic on the
beach. Our beach."
* * * *
Sleep meant he would close his eyes and drift off to
another place, if only a separate state of consciousness, but
Dave couldn't do anything so simple. He closed his eyes,
drifted somewhere, but didn't fall asleep. Rest, but not sleep
the way he understood it.
Whenever he tried, he dreamed of Shane and the magic
they shared. He never thought he'd find someone to call a
soul mate, but last night's experience changed his mind.
Instant transformation had never seemed possible.
Back on the beach, he awaited Shane. They hadn't
exchanged cell numbers or instant messaging addresses the
way Dave had with other guys which for some reason made
this relationship feel more special. Shane offered a sense of
trust that always went missing with other guys. Dave knew
he could wander to the beach any time to find Shane.
After twenty minutes, he checked his watch and kicked a
mound of sand. No firm time had been set, but he felt so in
sync with Shane that he could intuit when he wanted to meet.
Words seemed so petty to him.
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Crumpled, wet cloth washed up at Dave's feet and he
reached for it. He stretched it out into a burgundy bathing
suit, which made him worry even more about Shane. He only
hoped he'd taken the shorts off himself first.
He rushed into the water until he was waist deep, but saw
nothing save for a flock of seagulls and the horizon. He
shouted Shane's name but was answered by his own echo.
Dave never considered abandonment for a moment. Not his
Shane. Unsure of what had happened to him, he was
determined to know the truth, despite the cost.
* * * *
In the library, Dave gathered his printouts from the
microfilm machine, as if information printed on paper will
convince him. He'd looked up articles on the amusement park
that once stood on the beach and, by accident, found
something unbelievable. Impossible, he decided.
The article that he'd found was surreal. Yellow-paged
articles seemed irrelevant to his life, but one article grabbed
his attention. When he read closer, he realized what'd
happened to Shane.
According to the paper, a man had taken his life in Lake
Erie during the summer of 1937, with no note, nor any signs
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