by Cody Ryder
Dakota crouched down and scratched her back. “I have her to thank for this garden, actually. When I felt like giving up on it—and it happened a few times—Rosie would always push me to keep going, sometimes literally pushing me out into the backyard, and dragging my tools to me in her mouth. If I stayed in bed, she’d pull the covers off and annoy the hell out of me until I finally got up to go do things. She’s really my little guardian pupper. Aren’t you, Rosie?”
She licked his face and laid out on the ground, hoping for belly scratches, which we happily provided.
“That’s amazing,” I said.
Dakota stood and took out a bone shaped doggy treat from a glass jar on the kitchen counter, and then handed it to me to give to Rosie. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Take those cheese and tomatoes outside, will you? I want to get back up in those hammocks.”
“Okay,” said. He walked out of the kitchen, and I heard the door to his downstairs bathroom shut. I crouched down to Rosie and offered her the treat. She sniffed it once and then quickly snapped it up. “What should I do, Rosie?” I asked quietly as I rubbed her ears. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him again.”
Rosie sniffed at the floor by my feet and then sniffed at my hands. She sat down and looked up at me expectantly. “Nope, that’s it, sorry,” I said, showing her my open palms. She sniffed them once and then walked away, going back outside to do her own thing. Too bad. I was on my own, it seemed like Rosie had no wisdom to offer me.
I took the plate of snacks and my beer and headed back out to our spot. It really was our spot. Back in the day, we’d stand by the trees to smoke weed before going out on our night adventures, but even before that, it was the place where we’d shared our very first kiss. The only other place more special to us had been that beat up old Volvo of his. I couldn’t believe he still had the thing.
I set the plate and beer down onto the milk crates, and then stood and looked at the spot where we had shared our first intimate moment. I could almost see us there in memory—Dakota was standing next to the tree in the middle, his back to it. I was standing next to him, and we were talking about something that I couldn’t remember. What did stick out in my memory was how badly I wanted to feel his hand in mine, and to know what it was like to kiss him. I remembered that magnetism, the very same that I had felt when we were walking back to the house earlier today.
I remembered how our fingers had brushed together for a moment (I’d been purposely swinging my hand close to his in the hope that they’d touch), and when he didn’t move his hand away I had laced my fingers with his when they’d made contact for the second time. My heart had been beating wildly, and I’d braced myself for him to recoil away, but he didn’t. I remember like it happened in slow motion—his hand closing around mine, our words dying in our mouths mid-sentence. We’d forgotten what we were talking about—or maybe the conversation hadn’t even mattered in the first place, maybe we’d both been thinking about the same thing—and our eyes locked. I’d leaned in to him like I was going to tell him a secret, his eyes had widened just slightly and then closed as our lips drew together.
The kiss had been fast, but I still vividly remember it feeling like lighting jumping between us, like fireworks exploding in my head, like pure nebulous energy.
The memory of that moment repeated several times in my head, and I realized that my heart was pounding. I sat down in one of the lawn chairs and took a few deep breaths to try and slow my pulse.
Get a grip, Roy. You need to calm down. This is not what you need right now.
Then what did I need right now? I thrust my face into my hands and rubbed my eyes with my palms until I saw stars. I couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Roy?”
I looked up and saw Dakota walking over, his beer in his hand and his face tight with concern. He set his glass down next to mine. “Everything alright?”
“I’m fine,” I said, unconvincingly. Rosie padded her way down the path and came up to me, her head cocked in that concerned look again. She nosed her head under my hand and licked my face.
“Rosie doesn’t seem to think so,” Dakota said, smiling. “And I trust her judgement.”
I could feel the subject of our time together hanging heavily in the air, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just me. I stood up and got my glass of beer from the milk crate table and took a big gulp. Rosie’s attention was caught by one of the chickens bobbing around off in the garden somewhere, and she bounded away to chase after it. Dakota stood a few feet away from me, his thumbs hooked loosely into his pockets. He was waiting for me to talk, because it was obvious I had something to say.
“I’ve just been thinking. Honestly, Dakota, this whole thing has just gotten me all turned around.”
“Us meeting again?”
“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about…Everything.”
“Do you regret it?” he asked gently.
“No! Hell no. I feel like I’m seeing things differently for the first time in months thanks to you. Thanks to this place. I feel like…I needed this.”
“So what’s the matter?”
I knew what to say but it hung in my throat, all dug in and refusing to come out. I needed to say it, but no matter how hard I tried, the words wouldn’t come. I opened my mouth, and then closed it again. I felt like a drowning fish.
“I…fuck. Why is this so hard to say? It shouldn’t be hard to say.”
Dakota smiled. “You’re thinking about us. What we had. Right?”
I couldn’t help but let out a short laugh as I rubbed the back of my head with embarrassment. “You got it.” I drank another deep gulp of my beer.
He nodded. “It’s all that’s been on my mind too.”
“You seem like you’re dealing with it better than I am,” I said, smiling. “Then again, you always were pretty stoic.”
He shifted his weight from his right leg to his left, his thumbs still hooked into his pockets. “Do you want to go for a walk around the garden? Now that the topic is up, there’s a lot that I’ve been wanting to say, and you know that I think better when I’m moving.”
“Sure,” I said, and got onto the dirt path that wound its way through, and started to walk.
“Turned out after we split up, I wasn’t able to deal with the whole thing as well as I had thought I would. I knew you’d get along fine because of your goals, and to be honest I thought I had prepared myself too—after all, it wasn’t like it was a surprise or anything. I knew what would happen after graduation. But it turned out it did affect me harder than I had expected.
“I felt lost. I didn’t know what I was doing or where I was going. The confidence I’d had that I could find my own path had been completely sapped from me.”
“God,” I said softly, “I’m sorry, Dakota.”
“Don’t be. I told you, we all have trials. It was a very necessary experience for me. So anyway, I was kind of just drifting for a few months after you left, unsure what I was going to do, and actually, it was my dad who came to me about the project, about Lifespring. It wasn’t called that then, we just called it the backyard, and he convinced me to help him work on it. And as I told you, putting everything into it was what saved me.”
“I remembered a night we spent together,” I said, “before college applications. I was having doubts about leaving, and I asked you to convince me to stay. Do you remember that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I know that you didn’t want me to leave, I remember that now. But you encouraged me to go anyway.”
“It was what you had to do. I knew that, I wasn’t going to hold you back.”
We followed the dirt path to the back of the garden where there were lush avocado and fig trees, bushes of raspberries and a ground cover of strawberries. Dakota stopped and picked a handful of the strawberries, of which he gave half to me. They were dark, juicy, and full of flavor.
“I missed those,” he said, “I’ll have to come back for them. They’re way
ripe.” He licked his fingers and then wiped his hands on his jeans. “I thought I got over you, Roy, but now that you’re back in my life, I know that it’s not true. I think the truth is that I never did get over you, I just accepted that we were never going to see each other again. It’s hard to believe that you’re back. That…that you could be…”
The suddenness of his confession hit me sideways, and for a moment, I had trouble processing what he’d just said. He scratched the back of his neck and looked off somewhere, leaving his sentence unfinished.
“That I could be what?”
I asked this, though I thought I knew what he was going to say. I just needed to hear him say it.
He let out a deep breath. “That you could be mine again.” He shook his head and dropped his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m being selfish. You’re going through this whole thing and—”
My hand found his. My body was absolutely thrumming with energy from his words in a way that I hadn’t felt in so long, and I knew what I felt for him was true. With a quick movement I drew him in to me and wrapped my other arm around his waist—oh God, I could feel his muscles, he’d gotten so much bigger—our bodies came together, and then our lips…
It was just like how I remembered our first time—that same live wire jolt of energy, that thrum of warmth, the burst of fireworks. This time, though, our kiss wasn’t quick. Dakota slid his arms around me, drawing his hand to the back of my neck and pulling me even closer to him. There was a raw passion in our kiss, one that I’d never experienced with anyone before, not even with him. Our tongues probed deep, our hands groped and grasped and clutched at each other’s clothes—it was like we both were desperate not to come apart. The sweet taste of the strawberries hung on his tongue and lips.
Everything was rushing back at me now with full force—every feeling, every memory, and I remembered just how much I’d loved him then and knew that I still did now.
My cock pressed tightly against my underwear, fully hard from the thrill of our reunion, and with our bodies pressed so closely together I could feel Dakota’s own bulge against me. We broke from the kiss, our foreheads pressed together, and I felt Dakota’s hand wasting no time with my belt. His movements were fast and forceful, charged with a pent up desire that almost felt like desperation. Then my pants and underwear were quickly at my knees, my belt jangling loudly as it hit the dirt. My cock stood firm and tall, and Dakota dropped down in front of me, his eyes dancing back and forth between my gaze and my cock.
As his lips closed around me, I tipped my head back and let out a satisfied groan as I ran my hands through his hair. Despite all the time that’d passed, the way he sucked me down was just as familiar and amazing as ever—though his now short hair did surprise me.
He gripped the base of my cock with his right hand, bobbing his head quickly back and forth, coating my length with his saliva. He still knew exactly what I liked, hitting those spots immediately with his tongue and with his cheeks, and he used his left hand to gently massage my balls.
“F-fuck,” I murmured, my legs feeling weak. “Oh fuck, Dakota…”
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He had complete control over my cock, and every movement, every little flick and lick and caress brought me cascading towards the edge. “Wait,” I said shakily, pushing on his shoulder. I was already going to come. It’d only been a minute, and I was already going to… “Dakota…ah…ah! Fuck…”
He knew what he was doing, and he didn’t slow down. He moved his left hand around to grip my ass, and I clutched at him as I tensed, the orgasm building and exploding through my body. A strained bellow escaped from my throat—we were outside in the middle of the day, but I couldn’t hold it—and waves of pleasure shot through me, sending my vision into a blurred cascade. I came for what felt like forever, my cock flexing and throbbing in his mouth as it spurted its heavy load into him.
Dakota took it all, and he continued to milk me with his thumb and forefinger to get every single last drop. Then he moved back, swallowed it down, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ve missed that taste,” he said. “You taste exactly the same.”
“And you still remember all my best spots,” I panted, helping him to his feet. I pulled up my parents and fastened my belt. “Let’s see if I still remember yours.”
We went back into the house, and I practically threw Dakota onto the living room couch, pouncing after him. We kissed as I fumbled to get his belt undone, and I tugged his jeans down his thighs as he kicked them off. I pressed my palm to the bulge in his underwear. Dakota was huge, much bigger than I was, and I was eager to get familiar with him again. I tugged down the band of his underwear and yanked it off his legs, his massive cock swinging up to attention. He was just as sexy as I remembered—uncut, smooth and pink with thick, strong veins lining the shaft. I pulled back his foreskin and licked the pre-come that coated his head, and Dakota bucked his hips in reaction with a little moan of approval.
With my right hand solidly gripped around his warm girth, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take him inside.
“Ohh…fuck, Roy,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Mm,” I murmured on his dick as I moved my head on him. I used my hand to match my movements, and then swirled my tongue around his head before taking him back down to my throat. I looked up at him while I sucked him, and his eyes showed everything he was feeling. He was begging me to go faster, for more, and so I stroked him firmly as I caressed his head with my lips and then brought my attention down to his balls. Dakota’s weak spot had always been when I licked his balls, and he moaned loudly and bucked his hips with my movements.
“I might…come if you keep doing that,” he grunted.
“You aren’t going to come until I fuck you,” I murmured.
“Then fuck me already.”
I was hard again and ready to go, and kicked my pants off and took my cock into my hand. “Do you have any...?”
“Yeah, just a minute.” He got up and went to the bathroom, and then returned with a small bottle of lube and a condom.
“Do you want to use that?” I asked, referring to the little packet.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he said, “so it’s up to you.”
I tossed the condom aside and took the lube. “Turn around,” I said to him, and he got onto all fours, pressing his ass out to me. I spread a dollop of lube onto his opening and a bit into my cock, and then tossed the bottle aside. Then I moved forward, taking his hips into my hands, and I pressed up against his opening. Dakota looked back over his shoulder at me, his eyes filled with anticipation.
“Okay,” I said, and I slowly pushed my cock into him.
I felt him tense up around me, and he clenched at the cushions with his fists as I slid deeper and deeper inside. I was practically shivering from feeling his warm, familiar tightness gripping me and pulling me in, my mind going blank except for the incredible amazement that we were together again.
I picked up momentum, thrusting forward with increased speed, my abs smacking hard against his ass, and Dakota bucked to meet me, pushing back as I slammed in. He pressed his face into the cushions to muffle his cries of pleasure, but they still managed to escape and fill the house. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and so I crossed my arms and tugged my shirt off my head and threw it aside, gritting my teeth as I plunged deep into him.
Dakota’s body had grown tighter and stronger since we’d last been together, with muscles ripped and developed from the hours of manual labor working on his farm, and I could feel his new carnal energy pulsing through to me with every thrust I made. Every time I withdrew, it felt like his opening was grasping at my cock, holding it and drawing it back inside of him.
“Fuck,” I grunted, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I squeezed his ass cheek with my right hand and then gave it a firm slap which forced a loud and perverted moan from his lips, and I felt him tighten around me in reflex. I grinned and gave him another cr
ack on the ass before bending down over his back and reaching around his waist to take his cock into my fist.
He gasped, and I felt his body tremble and quake as I stroked him to match my thrusts, a move that I knew would make him come the hardest. Dakota must’ve been sensitive as hell, because I already felt his cock pulsing and throbbing with an oncoming climax. I slammed in deeper, harder and faster, angling my thrusts so that my cock slid firmly against his prostate, and let out a strained cry.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…”
His asshole clenched around me and his cock tightened in my hand before throbbing and loosing out a thick line of come all across the couch cushions. I pumped in harder, letting his contractions squeeze my own orgasm out of me, and when I reached the verge I grabbed his waist with both hands and quickly slammed in deep and hard as I could, my teeth gritted in strained effort as beads of sweat popped off of my chest. Then the climax washed over me too, and it felt like my head was plunged under water, my vision blurred and a roar filled my ears. I could feel the size of the load I was leaving in him, my cock throbbing as it filled him up.
