3 comments/ 7901 views/ 6 favorites Along the Shore Ch. 01 By: bluevalentine92 Chapter 01: Arrival As I pulled onto the gravel driveway, I remembered arriving here nearly 8 years ago with Mark. It was even more secluded, just one or two houses along the shoreline. Only a few more houses had been built over the years but most of them were far away, except for one that was built about 20 yards from mine. Our place was Mark's idea for a getaway from the chaos of New York City. It took a few years for the place to be what we exactly wanted, and his salary as a physician was obviously helpful. I put the car in park and walked up to the front door. I touched the smooth wood of the door and inserted the key into the door. As I walked into the opening, the memories of all the times that the two of us had in this place, especially all the places where we had embraced in passionate heat. I walked across the living room to our bedroom door, but I was unsure of how long I would be able to use the word, "our". I sat down on the cream-colored comforter and laid back. I could smell his scent, an odor the both pleased and disgusted me. I laid there for a few moments and walked back outside to get the rest of my things. On my last trip I heard a conversation and looked over the house near mine. There were two men, probably in their mid-twenties and holding each other's' hands. One was probably about 5'8 with dark blonde hair and a nice tan. The other was close to 6'0, with short brown hair. They were an attractive couple, it reminded me of Mark and I, but I didn't want to think of the bitterness of our situation. They noticed that I was watching them and all I could muster was an awkward wave. They both smiled, the one with brown hair laughed a bit and they both walked inside. I tried to laugh off the extreme awkwardness of the situation, but I was still incredibly embarrassed. I put away my belongings and made dinner. As I sat down, I noticed a photo album on top of the refrigerator and looked through the pictures as I ate. As I scrolled through the pages I realized that this was one that contained several erotic photos, including Mark's cock in my mouth, and my ass. I missed the sweet pre-cum that oozed out of him. But I also remembered one bad habit Mark had, his tendency to put his dick in any man's hole that he wanted. Rage started to fill inside me and I threw the album against the wall. It was a Thursday when I found out about Mark's little transgressions. I went home around noon that day because I had felt disgusting the entire morning and threw up several times. It was probably food poisoning from the dinner we had a few nights before. I walked into our apartment to see his keys on the kitchen counter and heard noises coming from the hallway. I walked quietly only to find Mark with another man. He looked familiar, one of the young residents at the hospital. He was riding Mark's 8 inch cock almost as good as I. I couldn't move all I could do was watch. The resident kept riding Mark, moaning with ecstasy as each thrust slammed into his pink hole. The resident's ass slightly red from all the grabbing and smacking, something that I knew Mark loved to do to me. They quickly changed to a missionary position with Mark's cock slamming in and out of the resident's tight hole. They were sweaty, and their hair was becoming soaked. Mark quickly took out his condom-less cock and started jerking it until he let out a cry of ecstasy and came all over the man's face. The resident quickly wiped any come that wasn't in his mouth and swallowed it all. Mark quietly uttered, "I think I'm in love with you". They kissed and rest became a blur. The painful memory brought tears streaming down my face. I cleaned up my mess and put my dishes away. I went to the bedroom to check my phone and noticed several voicemails from Mark. I almost dialed his number, wanting to apologize for my outburst and to want to try to work things out. But I realized the pain from the man that I loved for more than 10 years was much stronger than the desire to call. I opened the back of my phone and took out the battery and quietly placed it in my dresser. I fell back on the bed and shed a few more tears before I drifted asleep, and escaped all the problems that life had dealt me. I awoke around noon the next day in a groggy haze. I went back into the bathroom to piss and take a shower. The hot water relaxed the tightness that had developed overnight and cleared up the mental fog I was in. I walked out of the bathroom when I was done, without my towel. I looked outside with a bit of astonishment to see my neighbors fucking in what was considered they're backyard. The shorter was riding his man with intense passion. I felt my cock get hard and I decided to jerk off in plain view. I imagined his sweet lips around my cock, working his tongue around the tip. Then I'd start fucking his sweet ass, slow at first and getting faster with each passionate thrust. I'd cum in his hole and then he'd turn me around and start pounding me from behind, pleading him to ravage my hole. As soon as came all over the window, I looked out and noticed that he was looking at me. He kept getting fucked but stared at me and smiled with his devious grin. I licked the cum off the window, hoping he'd see what I wanted from him. Along the Shore Ch. 02 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". I chuckled a little bit at the brevity of the first words to me and replied, "Hey there." "So, I noticed that you've been...peeking a bit", he said sweetly. The moment he said those words I started to flush and felt embarrassed about the voyeuristic habits that I picked up. "Yeah, sorry about that." I said quietly. There was a pregnant pause before I could cleverly say, "It's pretty hard not to though." He laughed before lifting himself out of the cool water and on to my dock. He was naked and he stood up in front of me. I could feel my cock trying to bulge out of my shorts as I looked over. His chest and abs with smooth and toned glistened in the sun and I quickly looked at his cock. It was larger than I expected, especially for a bottom that was so skilled, probably eight inches when it was hard. I was entranced until he used his hands to lift my gaze to his sweet face. I met his blue eyes with mine when he gave me a quick smile before whispering into my. "You might want to try a bit harder", he said quietly. "I don't think my boyfriend would approve." And with he that he walked past me and back to the shore. His tight ass moved up and down and I was going to burst. I decided that it would better to not have anyone on the lake watch me unload so I went back into my house and back into the bedroom. I took of my shorts and briefs and quickly started working my hard cock. I imagined him fucking my hole, driving it in me and soon I came. My cum flew out and splashed all over my body. I felt exhausted but the thought of sex with this younger man still filled up my mind. I took off my shirt and wiped the cum off of my body and then put the rest of my clothes back on. The rest of the day went rather quickly, just like the storm clouds the soon approached. As the sun was setting I made a cup of coffee and sat on the back porch. The wind was blowing harder than before and I knew that rain would soon pour down. I heard yelling that was coming from the couple's home, nothing discernible but I could tell that it wasn't going to end well. The yelling lasted for about twenty minutes until I heard the sound of a door slamming and a car turning on and then zooming out of the driveway. It reminded me of when I found Mark cheating on me and I walked back into the house as the rain started. I continued drinking my coffee in my living room while watching some TV. The rain started to pour even harder and sound of the rain hitting the cabin was somewhat soothing. A little bit later I heard a knock at the door. I walked to it, took a breath and opened the door. He was standing there, completely soaked and crying. "Can I come in?" he asked quietly. I nodded and he stepped into my home. Along the Shore Ch. 03 Along the Shore – Part 3: Rainfall He stood there shivering in the middle of my living room. His white shirt was completely see-through, revealing his toned body that I had previously witnessed. It was hard to tell the difference between the water that was dripping from his drenched hair and tears that were coming out of his hazel eyes. His head was down, creating a small puddle on my wood floor while he tried to wipe away the tear and rain mixture from his face. I was unsure of what to say to him so I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for him to sit on the couch. I gestured him to the couch and he cautiously sat on the soft emerald towel. We sat there for a few minutes; unable to speak we both took in the situation at hand. "I don't even know what I'm doing here," he whispered softly. He began to rise of the couch my I quickly put my hand on his shoulder and eased him back down. "No it's good that you came", I say. " If you don't mind me asking, what happened with you two?" The tears started well up in his eyes but he tried to choke them back to explain his story. "It just started as a little thing," he said. "I forgot to turn up the windows in Ryan's car when I got back home and the rain came...obviously." He smirked after saying this, as if he was rebuffing his own forgetfulness. "Ryan came home during the downpour and lost it," he said quickly. It was clear that he was trying to forget the memory. "The rest is a blur to me, I just had to leave him." He really had erased the confrontation with the man. I listened to his recollection, trying to stave off my own desires. The thunder seemed to die down and for a while the only sound was steady rain that tapped on my home. I looked into his pale green eyes and tried to find the right words for the situation. "I'm sorry for everything that happened to you...I've been through a vaguely similar situation with my partner," I said softly. "Former partner I should say." I confessed my own pain and he seemed slightly taken aback. "Do you mind elaborating?" he asked. I looked over to the wall across the room to the picture of Mark and I. It was when we first bought the cottage; we were standing in front of the shore, arm in arm. We were happy back then and it made the troubles that we were experiencing even bitterer. I walked over to the picture, took it off the wall and stared at it for a few moments. I then walked back to the couch, still reminiscing about the days when I truly loved him. "We were together for quite awhile," I said. "We made it through med school and his residency.... I followed him everywhere he went." I could start to feel the pain that these memories presented and it began to boil inside. "I thought we were happy, perfect if you will." The bitterness began to show in my tone. "And then he fucked a younger guy from his hospital and I had the fortune of watching it. Blow by blow. Fuck by fuck" I threw the picture into the corner of the room and I heard the glass break. He shuddered at the violent action and the room grew silent once again. We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he broke the tension. "Jesus, I thought I was going through shit until I heard your...." He caught himself but I knew what he was going to say. I could only smile at the way the night was turning out to be. We let out one truth after another; each one growing with more pain and shock than the previous one. For a moment I felt as though I was living through "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" "Obviously we've been through some rough shit," he said quickly. He moved closer after saying this. "We need to help each other through this. We need to heal." And with that he placed his hand on my groin and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I got harder with each stroke of his hand until my outline of my cock shone through the denim fabric. We began to kiss, slow at first and as we both began to touch each other the faster we got. His sweet tongue played in my mouth and I could taste a hint of red wine. I felt the enormity of his cock through his jeans. I took off his soaked shirt and began to kiss his toned body. His chest had a little spurt of soft blond hairs that felt so smooth against my cheek. I kissed his chest, moving lower and lower until I reached the top of his pants. I slowly unzipped his pants so that his large cock fell out. I grasped it with my hand and stared at it. I began to lick to top of it, teasing him. I let out a soft moan and I soon enveloped his thick tool in my mouth and began to go up and down. I changed my rhythm every so often to make him want it more. I began to taste the sweet pre cum that was oozing from him and soon I was going faster and faster. However he soon eased my mouth and began to kiss me again with deep passion. He smiled and muttered, "my turn." He stripped all of my cloths off and then began to blow my cock with smooth precision. He was clearly skilled and I soon was begging him to go faster. I grasped the hair softly and he began to follow the rhythm that I wanted. He took my balls and caressed them with his smooth tongue, making me moan in ecstasy. He soon eased off and I took his hand and lead him to my bedroom. I laid him down on the soft cream-colored comforter and we continued to touch each other's body and make out. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered to me. "Pound my sweet hole until I scream for you to stop." I then began to lick his tight pink hole until he began to open up slightly. He began to moan louder and begged me to keep going. I felt like I rimmed him for ages until I finally grabbed the lube from my drawer and began to open his tight hole even more. I rubbed his pink hole with my lubed finger and then pushed it in. He began to tighten up but I came up and kissed him softly and whispered him to relax. I began to move slowly in and out until I felt he was ready to take another finger and repeated the process. I increased my speed and he moaned with each push of my fingers. I asked him if was ready to take my cock and he nodded his head in agreement. I lubed up my cock and soon entered inside him. I moved slowly at first, building up the ecstasy of the moment and soon I increased my speed to a nice, passionate pace. He moaned with each thrust and after a bit I started pounding his hole with great force. He got louder with push and I groaned with passion. I pulled out and then put me on my back and started to ride me. He placed his hands above my shoulders and began to ride me like a professional. We fucked with passion for nearly hour when I felt that I was going to burst. I told him that I was going to cum but he kept on going until I released inside of him. He moaned sweetly and slowly got off my cock. He turned around and my cum dripped slowly from his freshly fucked hole. I wiped my finger across it and tasted it. I took another swipe and he slowly licked it off and then we kissed once again. I laid him back down and then began to blow his large cock. I worked his cock up down until he yelled that he was going to burst. I kept going, feeling his seed shoot into the back of my throat. I swallowed and also kept working his cock until it went flaccid and took in all of his sweetness. We exchanged tongues for a few minutes afterwards. He asked if he could used the bathroom to cleanup and I let him do so. I took a towel from the small closet and wiped up the remains of our encounter. He came out a few minutes later and laid back on the bed. I joined him and we lay next to each other underneath the covers. He laid his head on my chest and I soon fell into my dreams.