Page 61 of The Key Holder

“They don’t know that. We’re not wearing signs.”

“Was my cum all over your face not clear enough?”

My hand immediately went to my cheek. “Is there some still there?”

“I’m exaggerating for effect. It’s what you do when you’re trying to win an argument.”

“Is this an argument?” I stepped towards him and slid my body against his, burying my face in his chest. “I think it’s too early for one of those.”

“Dylan, I—” He stopped trying to talk as soon as my fingers squeezed his cock through the flimsy fabric of his shorts.

“I liked seeing other men flirt with you, knowing you’re mine and I’m yours, and there’s nothing they can say or do to change that.”

“You did?” He ground his hips against my hand.

“Forget about them, and the hole in the roof, and how about you worry about my holes for the rest of the day, okay?”

“Okay.” Ford smirked, pulling me closer. “I can do that.”

“Good.” I stood on my tiptoes, begging for a kiss, and Ford leaned down to give me one.

The secluded spot turned out to be even more perfect than I imagined—a small meadow crept out from the forest, leading to a short stretch of sand framed by a few large boulders. The water was calmer over here, a shimmering invitation.

As Ford spread the towels, I stripped my clothes off.

“Oh!”

I glanced over my shoulder. “You said it was secluded.”

“Just pleasantly surprised." Within seconds, Ford was naked too.

“Does that monster ever quit?”

“My cock?” Ford smiled. “You shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“That gift horse barely fits in my mouth.”

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

“If at first I don’t succeed, splice my DNA with one of those snakes that can unhinge its jaws, then I’ll try, try again.”

Ford took my clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them in the totebag along with his. “Don’t want these all sandy. Would you like me to put sunscreen on you?”

“Uh, yes please.”

In turns, we slathered each other all over. I paid special attention to his junk, eliciting a few swear-filled moans, and I couldn’t resist a little slide in between his firm cheeks. After our balls were safe from burning, we sat close to each other on the towels, devoured the sandwiches Ford had made, and sipped on cool lemonade. Eventually, the heat became too much for me.

“I need a swim,” I said.

“Sounds good to me.”

Without another word, we waded side by side into the cool water. The lake took me into its private embrace, diluting the tension River’s flirtatious helpers had created. I pushed off the sandy bottom and floated as best I could. Without asking, Ford came and supported my body—like he used to when I was younger—holding me still at the surface of the water. With my eyes closed, I concentrated on my breathing. The world’s noise came and went as the water intermittently covered my ears.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes but in his arms, it felt like hours. With a twist of my body and a big smile, I snaked my way against his muscular frame, intertwining my legs with his, and kissed him. He tasted like honey and lemon.

Being with him was infinitely better than a sexless summer.

I had almost fallen asleep when my phone vibrated underneath my towel pillow.