Busted. “I... Uh...” I directed my gaze back to the fire as shame mingled in my throat.
“Come on!” Charlie called out to me, then I heard the soft splash as he hit the water.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before I dared look back where he had stood, only to find his shorts and underwear next to his shirt. He was naked. He was now skinny dipping in the ocean and wanted me to, what? Do the same? I dragged my eyes out to the water to see Charlie waving at me.
I somehow managed to stand on shaky legs, then pulled off my shirt and toed off my sneakers before I toyed with thestring on my shorts. I wasn’t about to strip down to nothing. There was no way. I could go in my boxers. That would be okay, right? I slowly managed to take them off before I walked down to the water.
“See? It’s fine. Nothing’s going to eat me. It’s not even that deep.” Charlie stood up to reveal himself, and I nearly died. The water almost came up to his hips. In the bright moonlight, I could make out the base of his penis nestled in his dark pubic hair, and my own swelled my underpants.
This was bad. So very bad. I was an innocent little boy, while Charlie was my dream come true. I started to turn away, backing up as I did. A hand grabbed at my wrist to turn me back around.
“Don’t.” My voice came out in a whisper. Hardly even loud enough for me to hear, but I knew Charlie heard me.
His dark eyes went round. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth as he continued to stare at me. The only sounds I could hear were my heart beating in my chest, loud enough to wake the dead, his breathing, and the water.
“Does it bother you that I’m naked?” he finally asked, breaking the silence between us.
I shook my head so hard I thought I might dislodge my brain. “I’m gay, Charlie. I’m very much into... Well, you know.”
“But it bothers you in other ways. That you can see me like this.” He suddenly dropped back into the water so that I could only see his shoulders and face. “Is that better?”
It wasn’t. I still knew Charlie was naked. That his penis was literallyright there. That if I brushed up against him, I might touch it, and my own was now hard as steel.
“Yes.”
“You need to work on your poker face, Jonesy.” Then he splashed me.
I gasped, then splashed him back. It broke into a mad game of who could splash who the hardest. It was a fight to the death as Charlie scooped up the ocean water with both of his hands, tossed it at me, and in turn, I tried to do the same. I was laughing so hard I could hardly see. My stomach hurt, and I was dripping wet, but honestly, I had never had so much fun.
“Okay, okay, Uncle!” he cried, holding up a hand.
When I stopped, he launched himself at me, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, his bare butt right there asking to be touched. He carried me back to the fire, sitting me down in the chair. Charlie stared down at me as the fire danced in his mocha brown orbs, then leaned down to cage me under his naked body. “Just so we’re clear, I’m into you, Jones.”
Chapter Three
Jones
“I’m into you,” Charlie murmured again, then his plump lips landed on mine, soft and warm.
His tongue licked around the seam of my mouth, and the heat of his body burned against mine. His breath was warm against my face as he stared down at me. God, he was so amazing. So beautiful. Was this really happening?
I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to capture every single moment as it happened in real time. I wanted Charlie to keep kissing me. I liked the way his tongue kept probing along the outline of my mouth. I liked the way his right hand was digging into my hip while the other one was combing through my damp hair. I felt his mouth turn up into a smile before he finally slid his tongue between my lips. I whimpered at the way it felt, how it filled the concaves of my mouth. How it felt like it was meant to be there.
I ran the palm of my hand up Charlie’s bare chest, over his perfectly sculpted muscles, and down his flat abs. I touched his face, his cheeks, his eyebrows, and his soft, dark hair. He groaned when I snaked my palm over the hairs on his chest, his stomach, and felt his happy trail. I wasn’t brave enough to go lower than that. He was really kissing me. He was sucking on my tongue and nipping at my lips while I continued to touch him. His penis—his very hardpenis—was against my knee, and I was tempted to stand up so I could know what it felt like to have our erections pressed together. The thought sent electricity through my entire body. I whimpered softly.
“Jones.” Charlie pulled back and cupped my head between his hands. “Jones, Jones, Jones.” The way he said my name was like music to my ears. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
I chased after his mouth. “Please.” I wanted to kiss Charlie forever. I wanted to kiss him until the moon disappeared and the sun came up over the ocean. Until summer turned into fall, fall faded into winter, and snow fell from the sky.
“In time, I promise.”
“More, I just... I’ve never kissed anyone until right now.”
He cupped my head in his hands. “How is that possible? A gorgeous boy like you? I don’t believe it.”
I moved to kiss him again, and this time he didn’t stop me. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but when my lips met Charlie’s, he hummed softly. I pressed my mouth against his, the salty taste of the ocean flooding my taste buds, and it was the only thing I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. When we broke apart for the second time, Charlie dragged a finger down my cheek and lifted my chin so he could give me a soft kiss.
He stepped back, then grabbed his clothes to get dressed but came back to sit next to me, moving his chair closer and taking my hand so he could lace our fingers together.
