Ten years to this day, Christmas day, our hero lost the one who meant almost nothing, but absolutely everything to him. Dante sat on the edge of the cliff, where he and his beloved Ren first made love.
He remembers it like it was happening right now...
"Dante...! Ahhhnnn! ...ohhhh!" The boy moaned. Dante paid no heade no the boy's screams. He pounded harder, thrusted deeper. All the while, watching the boy below him cry out in pain, tears streaking down his red cheeks. Finally, there he was, releasing his warm cum into the boys still tight ass. He pulled out, falling onto the motionless boy he had just fucked.
Before he knew it, Dante found his brown leather pants tightening around his groin and thighs. Hard and horny from the sudden flashback, he could not help but please himself. He slid his hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned back onto the soft grass, unzipping his pants. He looked up into the starry night, closed his eyes, and lost himself in his own pleasure. He stroked his hardened member quickly. With each stroke, he let out a louder groan. His back arched. "Ren...so...good!" He whispered.
"Dante-samaaaa!!"
Dante's breath was ragged, and his throat hurt. He groaned Ren's name, as he released. He looked into the sky, and cursed himself. "Damn it. Can't beleive I let myself go like that." Dante got up, and walked to the edge of the forest that meets the main road.
"Dante-chaaaan...what took you so long?" Minoru asked. Dante bent down, and kissed the boy slightly. "Are you done?"
"Yeah, let's go."
And with that, Dante and the small boy walked back to Dante's red corvette. They got in, and drove off. Dante took one more look back, and smiled, letting a tear roll down his face.
If I close my eyes, will you promise I won't wake up?
