Author's note: This is comparatively short, but I had to reconstruct it from memory after the original was erroneously deleted.
Carter got into his car and drove away. His mind was cloudy, and he knew that he didn't want to see his family right now, or anyone else, for that matter. He changed his course and drove to Lake George, where he parked his car and slowly walked along the shoreline.
Carter looked out at the few skaters still enjoying the ice before it all came to an end, remembering the adventure he had shared with Daniel and Peter during Christmas break. Confused, he strolled along, his heart somehow breaking. “What's going on?” he thought to himself.
He finally sat down on one of the many wooden benches scattered along the shore. His mind was racing as he pictured Daniel and Peter clutched together, sharing their love. Carter put his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands together, and began to think.
“I've got to figure this out,” he told himself. Okay, he had just had perhaps the most erotic and exciting sexual adventure of his life. That was enough to twist his senses unto itself, but he knew that wasn't the problem. Carter had enjoyed several bi-sexual experiences, yet cared about no one. His new buddy in college was good for a roll in the hay, but nothing more, and the two girls he often screwed meant less to him than professional hookers.
“A player,” he told himself. “You're just a player.” Carter had to admit that he was exactly that, never having loved anyone in his life, yet his heart was breaking. He looked up to watch the sun begin to settle onto the horizon.
“You love Daniel, don't you? I mean, really love him,” he asked himself. “I don't know what that means,” he thought to himself, yet knew it was correct. Maybe he just felt sorry for the kid. No, that certainly wasn't the case. For the first time in his life, Carter truly, genuinely loved someone.
He tried to be logical. Carter was four years older than Daniel. Strike one. He could only see him occasionally now. Strike two. Having pushed him forward to find his own love, he had now done just that with Peter. Carter knew that he had struck out. The ballgame was over, and it was tearing him apart.
Slowly, he began to cry. He hadn't cried since he was a small child, but the tears rolled down his face. “Get a grip on yourself, man!” he ordered, yet they continued to flow, becoming sobs that tore through his body. He wept until there were no tears left, finally pulling himself together. Rising from the bench, he walked back along the shore and got into his car.
Daniel and Peter were so immersed in themselves that they hadn't even noticed Carter leave. Sitting up together, Daniel looked around the room, but didn't see him. “Carter?” he called out. There was no response, and Daniel knew he was gone. With a heavy sigh, he sank against Peter's chest, who tentatively put his arms around him.
Daniel could feel the lack of warmth and closeness in his touch. He turned around and looked into Peter's eyes. His honey sparkles were blazing. “You're jealous, aren't you?” Daniel asked. “I wasn't at first, but now I am,” Peter replied. “I saw and felt it just now. You love Carter, don't you?”
“Yes, I do, but he doesn't love me,” Daniel admitted. He began to tremble, and held Peter closely, fearing he might lose both of them. “Oh, Peter, you know that I love you. You, and only you, are my lover, but do you think I can turn off my feelings for Carter like a light switch?” he asked. “No, I don't expect that, but I'm selfish. I need all of your love,” he said with his usual honesty.
“Look, Daniel, sex is one thing. We just had an outrageous, mind-bending experience that I wouldn't mind reliving. I may not be able to rip Carter out of your heart and mind, but I don't want you touching him without me being there,” Peter demanded. Daniel fell onto his back, pulling Peter with him, tightly wrapping his arms and legs around him.
“Peter, you've got to understand how much I love you,” Daniel implored. “You won't touch him without me, will you?” Peter asked. “No, I won't. I promise that,” Daniel replied. He kissed Peter's neck and whispered into his ear, “prove that you love me, Peter, right now.”
Daniel loosened his grip enough for Peter to pull back and stare into his eyes. “I'll prove it to you,” he said, then kissed him deeply. Their hot kiss became intense as tongues probed, intertwining with passion and love.
Mashed between their steaming young bodies, their cocks quickly stiffened. Peter buried his face in Daniel's neck, kissing his smooth skin and nibbling on his ear. “I want you to be mine,” he whispered as their cocks ground together. “I'm all yours, Peter, all yours,” Daniel moaned, running his hands over Peter's soft ass.
Their sweaty bodies locked together, Daniel begged, “fuck me, Peter, oh please fuck me.” Peter kissed him sensuously, then pulled back to kneel between Daniel's legs. He leaned down and ran his tongue over Daniel's moist chest, kissing and licking his way to his raging cock.
Peter engulfed Daniel's aching boner, sucking as he gently squeezed his balls. Daniel moaned quietly as Peter rode up and down his shaft, releasing his suction only long enough to swirl and flick his tongue around the swollen head. When he felt Daniel's balls tighten, he stopped sucking and just held the hard rod in his hand without moving. Peter continued to torture and edge him for several minutes.
“Oh, stop it, Peter! You're killing me!” Daniel groaned. Peter relented, and took Daniel's cock fully into his mouth and sucked desperately, bobbing up and down as fast as he could. It didn't take long before Daniel arched his back and let out several loud grunts as he blasted gobs of thick cream into Peter's mouth, who sucked and swallowed until he had every last drop.
However, his own cock had gone too long without attention. Peter knelt up and pushed Daniel's legs into the air, exposing his sweet, little asshole. He took his cock into his hand, and gently rubbed it around his pucker. Covered with sweat and pre-cum, he easily slipped the head into Daniel's hole. “Oh, yes, Peter, fuck me,” Daniel pleaded.
Peter slid his entire cock smoothly into Daniel's tight chute, falling forward and wrapping his hands around the back of his shoulders. He began to thrust into him, kissing his neck and grinding Daniel's cock between them. Peter fucked Daniel hard, pumping his ass with quick lunges to the base of his cock.
“Yes, lover, that's it. Fuck me!” Daniel panted. Peter continued to ram into him, picking up speed. He felt as though he was fucking a blast furnace, Daniel's ass was so hot. Unable to take it any longer, Peter crushed him under his body as rip after rip of cum shot into Daniel's slick inferno. “Oh, yah, here's my love!” Peter groaned as he emptied himself into his lover. They continued to hold each other, their dripping bodies clutched in an inseparable embrace.
It was two days later when Daniel was shoveling the sidewalk after a light snowfall. He saw the car pull up and stop, recognizing it immediately. Carter got out and said, “morning, kiddo.” “Hey, Carter,” he replied. “Why are you here?” he asked hesitantly. “College break is over, so I just wanted to say good-bye,” Carter said. “Hop in.”
Carter got back into the car. Somewhat anxious, Daniel approached and slid into the front passenger seat. Carter looked at him and said, “Daniel, I'm going to tell you something I never thought I was capable of. I love you. It's that simple, yet also that complicated.” Daniel was stunned and couldn't believe what he had heard. He slapped Carter's face. "You're just making fun of me; just trying to hurt me," Daniel said angrily.
“Carter, last Christmas you told me that you wouldn't ... couldn't love me,” Daniel reminded him. Carter felt the sting, and wasn't surprised. “That was then, but this is now. I would never hurt you,” Carter said. “However, I know this can't work out. I will always love you, but I won't be coming back,” he said.
Daniel impulsively leaned over and put his arms around Carter, nuzzling into his neck. “I'm sorry, Carter. How can this be?” he asked. “Daniel, I'm not going to put you in a position to have to choose between Peter and me, and I can't be part of some crazy love-triangle destined to fail,” Carter explained. “But Peter said he's okay with us having sex, as long as he's there,” Daniel retorted.
“No, Daniel, any more sex between us would only make matters worse, even if he's there. I can tell that he wants you to be his, and that's the way it should be” Carter reasoned, although his heart was breaking. Daniel knew that he was saying a final good-bye and it was tearing him apart, yet somehow knew that it was right. He kissed Carter more passionately than he ever had before. He pulled back and gazed into his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. Carter reached across him, opened the door, and gently pushed Daniel out of the car. “See ya, kiddo,” he said, then closed the door and drove away, fighting back his own tears.
“You promised!” he yelled. Daniel spun around to see Peter sitting on the front steps, arms and knees tightly pulled against his chest. He had seen them holding each other, kissing, breaking Daniel's promise to him.