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  I started breathing heavily. “Oh yeah, it feels so good.” Still he said nothing. He started to grunt when he swapped his fingers for his cock, which pushed in and out of my ass. And out of the mist, I finally saw Joe.

  Part 2: Joe’s Story

  It had been about half an hour since I’d last seen Aaron. I didn’t panic because I knew we’d find each other again. I just didn’t know when. That was the problem. Still, it wasn’t a bad place to be lost. Green Man. Wouldn’t that be cool if he really existed? Aaron was so eager to get here, but I couldn’t tell if the locals were serious or just pulling our gullible American legs. When Aaron first suggested this trip, I thought it’d be a great chance for us to spend time together before everything changed, before I got married. And it had been great, which made this the hardest trip we had ever taken together.

  I wandered around the green fields for several minutes. Like I said, I wasn’t worried. I had always been able to find Aaron. And I always had to do the finding because Aaron really didn’t have much of a sense of direction. I was taken with all the green around me, just the sheer amount of natural life. It was almost overwhelming. Green Man or no, this was amazing. I stopped and stood still. I closed my eyes and listened to it all. I breathed deeply. My sister had tried to get me into meditation, but I could never be still long enough for it to do me any good. It wasn’t just the sitting still part that was hard. I couldn’t get my mind to be still. But standing in the green field, I could do it. I could be still. As I stood there, letting my mind quiet down, just being aware of my breathing the way my sister tried to get me to do, it felt great. Then, I heard a faint sound, something that wasn’t a sound of nature. It was hard to tell what it was. The fog was still thick and it muffled sound somewhat. I kept my eyes closed but concentrated so I could try and figure out where it was coming from. It sounded sort of like grunting and whimpering. When I had an idea of where it was coming from, I set off. I walked briskly and started to jog as the sounds got louder. I was getting closer. The fog was thinning a bit.

  I could see that I was getting close to a clearing. And then I stopped. It was the Green Man. The fucking Green Man was fucking Aaron! It or he had Aaron bent over a large rock and it or he was fucking Aaron like his life depended on it. I didn’t know where to look. I mean, there was the Green Man. The Green Man! And man, was he green, naked and green. He was tall, lean and muscular, covered with silky looking vines and leaves. But then there was Aaron. I’d never seen Aaron have sex with anyone else before. I admit it. It kind of pissed me off. I mean, I knew Aaron dated other guys. We weren’t dating or anything like that. And I had a serious girlfriend whom I intended to marry. We were just friends who fooled around and didn’t talk about it afterwards. We never did threesomes, so this was just weird.

  I stood there and watched. Aaron moaned and breathed heavily. The Green Man was grunting and gasping. I’d never seen Aaron’s ass from this vantage point. The rhythmic thrust of the Green Man’s cock — was his cock green too? — was sort of mesmerizing. The Green Man spanked Aaron. He spanked his well-formed ass. I felt my cock start to stiffen. Aaron’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was in ecstasy. He moaned louder. My cock got harder. It strained against my underwear.

  I unzipped my pants as quietly as I could. I felt around and stroked my dick and balls. I pulled them out. I could not believe how hard I was. I was kind of pissed off at this green dude, but, man, was I turned on. I stroked my cock, massaging the head. I felt the first drops of pre-cum at the tip. I started to walk slowly, quietly towards them. As I reached the rock, I stepped on a twig. It snapped. The Green Man stopped. Aaron opened his eyes and looked up at me. My cock was a couple of inches from his mouth. He smiled, licked his lips and opened them wide. I moved closer and pushed my cock into his warm mouth. I looked at the Green Man.

  “Hey, dude,” I said and grinned.

  He nodded and started pumping his cock into Aaron’s ass again. I started fucking Aaron’s mouth. I got up to a steady rhythm, sliding my cock in and out. I heard my balls slap against the rock and Aaron’s face. His saliva and my pre-cum coated my cock, making it shine. Aaron gurgled and moaned as he sucked me off. The sights and sounds turned me on even more. Through half-closed eyes, I saw the Green Man push his dick into Aaron’s ass more and more urgently. He grunted louder and louder. It was clear that he was about to explode. Aaron was close to coming, too. I pulled out of Aaron’s mouth because I didn’t want to cum just yet. He whimpered.

  “Just the tip. Lick the tip, baby,” I whispered.

  He obliged, licked it at first delicately and then harder.

  “Now my balls. Lick my balls,” I ordered.

  He went at my balls like a maniac. He also tried to take my nutsac whole into his mouth.

  “Goddamn, Aaron. Yeah. That’s it, baby,” I said.

  Then he pulled his head away, gasping.

  “Please, let me suck it, Joe. I wanna suck it,” he said

  Sure, why not? I pushed my cock deep into his mouth, and he sucked madly. At that same moment, the Green Man yelled. If Aaron hadn’t had such a strong grip on my dick with his mouth, I might have pulled out. The Green Man was coming. He let out a yell like I’ve never heard before. Even I didn’t yell like that when I came. Then Aaron was coming. He pulled his head away and my dick slid out. Gritting his teeth, he grunted and moaned loudly. I could not hold back any longer. I grabbed my dick and stroked it hard until I started coming. My load squirted out splashing onto the rock Aaron was leaning over. He opened his mouth to get the next bit, but I couldn’t control where it went. It landed on his cheek and forehead.

  I stroked Aaron’s hair. He looked spent. He panted as he lay across the rock. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked up. The Green Man was grinning at me. He pointed at his still-hard cock. It was most definitely a vivid green and big, with a prominent vein running from its base along the shaft to the head. It was a phenomenal dick. He pointed at Aaron’s mouth and back at his dick. I nodded and moved out of the way.

  I watched him nudge Aaron’s already half-open mouth with his cock. I stroked Aaron’s back as he took the Green Man’s cock into his mouth.

  I walked behind Aaron, his ass slightly pink and dripping with the Green Man’s cum. I slipped one of my fingers into it. It slid in nice and easy. I probed around inside a bit. I looked up. The Green Man placed his hand at the back of Aaron’s head and was moving it back and forth on his cock. Aaron moaned and occasionally gagged.

  Aaron and I had sucked each other’s cocks in the past, but I’d never played with his asshole before. His asshole was well lubed, and I loved the feel. It was warm, moist and squishy in there. I started breathing heavily. I stuck in a second finger and then a third. My dick started to stiffen again. I spanked Aaron’s ass with my free hand while still fucking his ass with my fingers. The sight of his ass cheeks getting redder where my hand smacked them compelled me to spank harder.

  The Green Man pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth and lowered his ball sac to his lips. Aaron sucked and licked for all he was worth. I saw a thick rope of his saliva drip from his mouth onto the rock. The Green Man grunted and growled his pleasure. He pulled his balls out of Aaron’s mouth and pushed his cock back in. The Green Man plunged his dick in and out of Aaron’s mouth. Suddenly, he stopped. He took a great breath and gasped. His body jerked. He roared as he came in Aaron’s mouth.

  The Green Man left his dick in Aaron’s mouth as he came. Aaron spasmed on the rock until his own milky cum landed on the grass. I couldn’t believe how good all this felt. Then I started to cum. My cum squirted out from the tip of my cock and landed on Aaron’s back. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and wiped them on the damp grass. I kneaded his now bright red ass cheeks.

  The Green Man finally pulled out of Aaron’s mouth. He smiled down at him and at me. He looked as if he was about to walk away.

  “Wait,” gasped Aaron. “I have questions for my thesis,” he said befor
e collapsing on the ground.

  The Green Man wagged his finger in front of Aaron’s face before kissing him deeply. He left without saying a word, disappearing back into the mist.

  Aaron breathed deeply, and I noticed something on the ground. It was his journal. I picked it up. I knew I shouldn’t have read it, but I did. Aaron loved me. I knew that, I guess. Seeing it in black and white, I didn’t know what to think. Next thing, I knew Aaron was up trying to get his pants zipped up and grabbing for the journal.

  “Hey, give me that!” he yelled.

  He was right. I shouldn’t have read it. I didn’t read all of it, but I read enough. I handed it back to him.

  “Let’s set up our tent,” I said. I knew we should talk, but I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to set up our tent. I needed to think.

  We set up the tent on the spot in silence. The ground was damp. The fog was even thicker, and we couldn’t see anyone around. We were not entirely sure where we were, but we did know night was coming. We needed to camp here. I certainly didn’t want to trek through unknown territory in the dark. Aaron stuffed his journal away in his backpack. I threw the rain fly over the tent when I noticed Aaron was bleeding.

  “Aaron, let me help you,” I said. His hands and arms were covered in small cuts, most likely from the rock he was just fucked over. There was a scrape on his right cheek.

  “It’s nothing,” he said. “I’m okay.”

  I could hear it in his voice. I knew him. He was about to cry.

  I dug out the first aid kit anyway, and I made him sit down. I swabbed his cheek with antibacterial cream.

  “I don’t want your handsome face getting infected,” I said, and then he started to cry.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said through sobs. “Now, you know everything. You’re getting married. There’s no room for me in your life.”

  I started cleaning the wounds on his hands. “I have an idea,” I said. “I think...I...” Oh, this was harder to say than I expected, but maybe the Green Man really did cast a spell that brought out the love you already felt.

  “I love you, too.” I finally spit it out. “Maybe it’s time we did talk. Maybe a relationship built on not talking is not what I want. Maybe it’s not a good thing. Maybe it’s kid stuff. Maybe we need something different.”

  Aaron wiped his tears on his jacket sleeve. “You’re straight,” he said with clenched teeth. “You’re going to marry Denise. I get it. You like Denise. I like Denise. I don’t want to hurt her. You two belong together. What do you mean something different?”

  I had to do it. I had to kiss him. It was the only way he would believe what I was about to say. I did. It was only a brief peck, but it was on the lips.

  “I just wanted to get you to shut up,” I said. “I have an idea. I don’t know how workable it is, but I’d like to try if you want to try.”

  “What did you have in mind?” he asked, sounding positively meek.

  “I want to call Denise at the first opportunity,” I said. Aaron tried to speak, but I cut him off with another peck on the lips. I had no idea Aaron’s lips were so soft. “I want us to go home. I want to marry you and Denise. I want to be with both of you. Maybe I’m not that straight. Could you be with me and Denise? Could the three of us try to make it work? Please say yes.”

  Silence. I continued cleaning his wounds. I didn’t know what he was thinking. He had stopped crying, but he wasn’t smiling either. It was getting darker. The air was filled with the smell of grass and, occasionally, strong sweet chlorophyll, like the Green Man was watching us even though we could no longer see him.

  All of a sudden, Aaron smiled. “I say yes, but only if you will kiss me properly. And we come up with some clever story about the Green Man that makes us look like studs.”

  And I kissed him. I drew his chin closer to mine. Our lips touched. Our tongues intertwined. I held him the way I was always meant to, tightly and closely, because we were going to be married. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how this would work. Or what Denise would say. Or how we would explain it to other people. But at that moment I didn’t care.

  DREAM LOVER

  SUSAN E SCOTT

  I woke up this morning feeling exhausted and hung over with no reason for it. Being the owner of a bookstore in a small town where everybody knows everybody doesn’t exactly fill my life with adventure and excitement. Being gay here doesn’t help, either. If there are any other gay men in this little burg, they’re so far into the closet, I’ll never find them. Certainly, my gaydar has never detected them. Suffice it to say, then, I spend most of my evenings alone.

  I’d had a glass of wine after dinner, while watching television, but that certainly wouldn’t cause this slight headache. On the other hand, maybe the fact that I’d made love off and on all night long in my dreams with the handsomest man I’ve ever seen, could account for my exhaustion this morning.

  The thing is that I don’t know who he is, but he’s been appearing in my dreams for about two months now, and his appearances have become more and more frequent. I don’t know his name and I’ve never seen his face, but I know every inch of his body.

  Standing at my kitchen counter, drinking a cup of coffee, I could see that body as clearly as if it had truly been in my bed all night. I should be able to, since I’d watched the man undress almost every night before he came to my bed—in my dreams, that is. He’s tall and tan and muscular without looking like a bodybuilder. There’s a smattering of black, curly hair on his chest and stomach with a treasure trail to a very impressive cock. At least, I think that it’s impressive, but then, I have limited experience. Since my college days, my experience with cocks other than my own has been restricted to the occasional encounter and internet porn. Again, the small town bookstore owner thing rears its ugly head. There have been two relationships in my life, one in college and one after I graduated, when I had gone to Atlanta to work in the big city. Neither the men nor the job had worked out. I knew one thing for sure - neither of those men had come close to being my dream lover.

  So, I’m a twenty-eight-year-old single male with no boyfriend and no prospects for one, reduced to dreaming one up for my sexual gratification. If this keeps up, I figure that in a year or two, I’ll have a houseful of cats and people in town will be whispering about poor old Egan O’Hara, voted Most Likely to Succeed in high school, Summa Cum Laude graduate at the state university, and now just an eccentric old failure, still running his family’s bookstore and dealing in antique books.

  Like I said, this is a very small town with small town values and expectations. You’re supposed to be married with children by the time you reach my advanced age. At least, that’s what all of my old high school friends seem to think since they are constantly trying to fix me up on blind dates. With women - what are they thinking? They’ve all known me for years and, if they don’t know for sure, they certainly suspect that I’m gay. Do they think this is just a phase that I’m going through?

  I’m still trying to figure out what precipitated these dreams I keep having. I wasn’t feeling particularly needy at the time that they started, and even though I’ve never seen his face, I’m certain that I’ve never seen him before, here or anywhere else. All I do know is that he has become very real to me, as has the lovemaking, and he is appearing more and more frequently.

  Now, there is one more little fact that I’ve failed to mention. I have what my grandmother always called an da shealladh or “the two sights,” meaning that I can sometimes see things that are going to happen and have also, on occasion, seen spirits. This is not something that I share with people, as a rule, since most people don’t believe me or simply think that I’m some kind of delusional freak. I don’t need that since, as I’ve pointed out, I’m already on the list of oddities in this town.

  With the frequency of my dream lover’s nocturnal visits, I’m beginning to think that this man is, or was, a real person. I’m hoping for the present tense, but I have
no way to research it, because I don’t know his name. It’s extremely frustrating not seeing his face or knowing his name, but I remember almost saying it last night. So, maybe after a few more visits from him, it will come to me. That is, assuming that there will be more visits.

  Standing here daydreaming about a man who may or may not be real seems a little crazy, even for me. I must need to get laid in the worst way. I put down my coffee cup, needing to get ready for work since I’m the only employee at the bookstore, not that there will be a line waiting for me to get there. Ebooks are killing my business for contemporary literature, but thankfully there are still collectors looking for First Editions and rare old books.

  After slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and running my fingers through my hair, I’m ready to go. I don’t stand on formality at the store. Since it’s my store, I see no point in wearing a suit and looking stodgy, so the dress code is casual.

  As I’m pulling into my parking space, I see that I was wrong about someone waiting on me to open the doors. It’s my best friend, Barbara. She, my sister Erin, and I were next door neighbors growing up and were always together. Now, since Erin has moved to Texas, it’s just Barbara and me. “What are you doing here so early?”

  “Got a meeting at the school and thought I’d hang out with you until time for it. More importantly, why are you so late?”

  “Barbara, I’m only about ten minutes late, and God knows, nobody comes to the store this early, as a rule.”

  Barbara gave a sly smile and shook her head. “Well, you had a customer this morning, and the good news is that he said he’d be back after he got some breakfast.”

  “Who was it?”

  “Don’t know, never saw him before, but he was hot. If I didn’t love Mark so much, I’d be going after that.”

  I felt a chill go up my spine, like the old saying when we were kids--someone walked over your grave. I shook it off and tried to appear nonchalant. “What did he look like?”