“I’d rather do itmyself.”
I let him continue his work. He takes care of my arms and my legs, down to myfeet.
The way he looks at each part he takes care of is so intense, as though he’s lost in some deep thought, fully appreciating every part of me. I’ve never felt so probed and scrutinized before, but in a good way since I know he likes what he sees. Finally, when I think he’s finished, he rises up and looks into myeyes.
“Now,” I tell him, “I think it’s only fair I have aturn.”
“I’m not done yet,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t want to forget this pretty face, doI?”
I don’t laugh at that, can’t laugh at that, because he’s soserious.
He still has some lotion in his hand, and he puts it against my face gently, on one side and then on the other. With both hands, his thumbs at the bottom of my cheeks, he runs them in circles around my face, moving slowly, carefully, making sure not to miss aspot.
He keeps looking in my eyes, and then he stops his hands and leans forward, offering another kiss, very soft andgentle.
I move forward quickly, wrapping my arms around him. We enjoy it together before he pulls away again and finishes applying the lotion to my face. He tosses me the bottle when he’s done, and says, “Now yourturn.”
I admire his body, those muscles I am used to seeing in dimmer light in his condo. I appreciate it so much more now because it reminds me of when we first met and I got to see it on the beach, out in the wild,free.
We’re reallyfree.
He continues stripping down, and I take advantage of him the same way he did me, moving extra slow on every part of his body. I pull the band of his briefs toward me as I slide my hand underneathslightly.
“Now I feel like I didn’t do as good a job,” hesays.
“Oh, you did just fine,” I assurehim.
We take a few moments and share some more kisses until we’re both glistening with sunscreen, stripped down to our underwear, about to take the plunge at the back of theboat.
I glance around uneasily oncemore.
“Even if someone was around,” Eric says, “I don’t think they’re going to fuck with two guys who are nude on the back of a boat. Do you? It’s a fucking lake. It’s not the first time they’re going to see anyone skinny-dipping.”
I hook my thumbs in myboxers.
“I’ll count it down,” he says. “Three, two,one.”
I quickly slide them down because I know I have to commit and go for it, and as soon as I’m stepping out of them, I turn and see he hasn’t done a goddamnthing.
“Hey!” Ishout.
He smiles before giving me a quick shove that sends me into the water, leaving my boxers on theboat.
I hit the water and am engulfed in the cool temperature that lets me know just what a perfect day this is for ourouting.
As I break through the water’s surface, I see Eric still on the boat, his hip kicked out to the side, those tiny briefs revealing the length of his harddick.
“You fucking asshole,” I tellhim.
He’s beaming, fucking loving how he duped me with that. He bursts into laughter, and it’s such a fun, playful laugh that I can’t help but be mesmerized by it, and kind of glad that it was his prank on me that led to him enjoying the moment somuch.
“Okay, okay,” he says. “Sorry aboutthat.”
He drops trou and turns quickly, displaying hisass.
“That’s my way of saying sorry,” he says before jumping in beside me. He swims to myside.
“I could fucking hit you for that,” Isay.
