Carson fled from the house naked, failing to bring Barry reconciliation to their lover’s quarrel. Barry scoffed at the memory of them making love on that summer’s night when they first met.
That damn Puck didn’t know how stubborn Barry is. Another sleepless night. It must be that fairy calling me again. Carson rushed through the forest to the same spot Puck lurked before, his feet bruised and bleeding from rocks and thorns along the trail.
It was very hot, as he trampled through blackberry vines. Sweating and becoming lost, he stumbled onto a pond. That water looks inviting. It must be cool. I will wash my wounds. Not to mention rinse the sweat.
He walked into the soft mud, massaging his feet and washing his torso with the refreshing coolness of the water.
Relaxing, he sensed someone intruding on his space. Turning around and staring up on the bank, he recognized the man Puck, perched on a rock, standing above him, naked and wearing the familiar mask with protruding horns, as before.
“Did I disturb your sleep again?” Puck’s dick was hard, long and jizzing.
“You damn fairy. You’ve done nothing but disturb my sleep. Your recipe didn’t work.” Carson’s eyes were mesmerized on the stature of his cock. “You look just like him standing there with a hard-on teasing me.”
“You failed to add the active ingredient. ‘Twas not the scenery from the past, but the essence of your dick wet with cum, dripping down, you forgot to introduce.”
“How am I supposed to do that when he won’t even talk?”
“If you love the one you desire, you will be able to offer that potent remedy, just like I’m offering you. Haven’t you notice what I’m showing? It needs your attention.”
Although Carson drooled to lick his penis, he hesitated. His inhibitions forbade his step towards the rock, where Puck stood, even as inviting as his cock appeared, swaying in the gentle breeze. “You’re nothing but foolery, casting spells that don’t help me.”
Puck chortled loudly. “We’ll see who the fool is. Mark my words. You’ll be sucking dick before the next night falls.” He turned around on the base of rock and walked gingerly into the forest. “You’ll see how your Midsummer’s Night’s Dream ends, my foolish mortal.”
Carson remained standing in the murky water, shivering, not from the chill but rather from the tingling sensations of arousal pulsating beneath his skin.