The Boy in a Skirt

I moaned into the sheets, constantly jostled by his weight behind me. His dick drove into me over and over hitting the most perfect spots that had my mouth hanging open and my eyes rolling back.

A moan ripped from my throat when he thrusted deep into me and suddenly pulled out, turning me to face him.

I grabbed his face to plant a kiss on his perfect thin pink lips but he pushes my hand away and pins them together. I looked deep into his eyes

"I love you...do you not love me that you refuse me to kiss you?"

I watched his eye widen and glisten for a moment before he responded.

"I fell in love with who you were...not who you've become".

7 years ago, Halloran Alvah meets a shirtless young boy in a long white skirt, a pearl white transparent vail covering his face, on the steps of his late grandfather's abandon mansion.

He falls for him at first site and dances to the tune of the younger. Every evening, he'll drive off to the discarded location to meet his mysterious lover.

But 4 years later, he's lover disappears without a trace, not a note, not a scent, not a print. Leaving Halloran to duel in a broken heart and swim in an empty depression. He felt they had more than what it seemed, but it was just a fluke.

He leaves he's home town and sets far off, but now he's finally back and he comes in contact with he's long lost lover, he swears with he's soul to never lose him again...

But something doesn't seat right with this returning lovers of he's...that's if he's really the returning lover.

The Boy In The Skirt.