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The AfterDark World with Ray Sostre
Restless, Carson couldn’t sleep, needing to seek a retreat from that burdensome hot August night. It was enough that it was enough it was eighty-four degrees, high humidity, but the latest argument with Barry, ending in the silent treatment for three days, put him over the edge.
An unsure omen beckoned him entry into the nearby forest continuously all night. At dawn the birds chirped gloriously, despite Carson’s downcast mood, as he ventured into the woods. Shirtless, his legs shielded by jeans, protecting his legs from the barbed shrubbery, he trudged forward, the sun shining blinding in his weary eyes. The sunlight torched his broad shoulders with sweat, until he entered a grotto, where he heard a chortling behind tall bushes.
“Over here. Do thee not see me?” A voice whispered amongst the rustling of leaves.
Carson looked over his shoulder, startled by a man, perhaps naked. His forehead and eyes were covered by a black mask, accompanied by two horns, streaking above his eyes, like a split erection. “Who in the hell are you?”
“Thou do not recognize my summons I bid all night?”
“So it’s you that kept me brooding in circles while I tried to sleep.”
“Yes Puck recognizes the sour taste of grapes you ate in quarrels with your mate.”
“How do you know about Barry and me?” Carson was intrigued by this man, approaching through the bushes.
Puck stood before him, enchantingly naked with a huge appendage, dangling hard between his hairy legs. A drop of pre-cum moistened the tip of his cock. “Tis just a Midsummer’s Night’s Dream. Or in your case, a Nightmare. You and Barry have broken your hearts with minor intricacies of your conflicting bigger than life egos.”
“On that account I agree. It’s his silence haunting me. I can’t break the spell.”
“Come now. Oops, that's for later. Go to him. Thou know how to warm his cold heart. A little of Eros’s recipe of cum is always best in mending limp dicks. Do thou remember the sparkle of a warm Midsummer’s Night you enjoyed ravenous delights on the beach with him?”
“Yes. We fell in love immediately.”
“Take a hint from Puck. Relive that first night with your primal lustful eyes cast on Barry. Smother him with this dream’s tale, when you bring him to this very spot tonight.” Puck cast his spell, his fingers teasing Carson’s nips with gentle tugs.”
“I love this. Don’t stop. Barry does this when he leads me astray.”
“Adieu.” Puck disappeared back into the shrubbery.
Watching Carson return home, Puck chuckled, while his horns danced with the gentle breeze, blowing through the trees. "What fools these mortals can be. You think they would know how to makeup after a spat."