You feel like you know him. Should you try to remember?

You try so hard to remember where you think you know him from and keeping going over his name. Roark. It sounds familiar, but not quite right. You break from the kiss and look into his amazing green eyes. "Roary." The name spills from your mouth without you meaning it too. His eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise. "You remember." And now you do. Your mother took you to this very house when you were a young child and would spend the summers here. You used to play games with Roark out in these woods. He was younger then too.. As time went on you began to think he'd been an imaginery friend you'd dreamed up. He was elven prince and the gateway to his realm was somewhere deep in the forest, but still near this house. He doesn't give you time to tell him all of this. Instead, Roary slowly begins to kiss you again, pulling off your clothes and letting his fingers drift over your skin. Before you're able to process, he's got you naked and you realize that you don't mind one bit. He pulls down his pant, releasing his 8" cock. The tip is dripping with precum and when you place your hand on it, it's hot and throbbing. You begin to stroke him and he moans, pressing close to you. He pulls you over to nearby tree stump and you place your hands atop it, bending over for him. He carfully presses the head of his dick into your opening. It's a tight fit, but it feels nice. He pumps in and out of you, reaching to the front of you and rubbing your clit to bring you to climax over and over again until he finally cums, letting his hot seed spill into you. As you turn to put your clothes back on, you see another male in the forest. A dark haired guy about your age. He seems angry watching the two of you. "Seamus." Roary grins as he puts on his own pants.