Matthew explained to Lukas how he had had salt water in his eyes and hadn’t realised his thumb had gone up Lukas’ arse.

And Lukas didn’t make any fuss about having to get out of the water naked.

After coming, he had gone quiet, ashamed, Matthew supposed, feeling guilty, the way Matthew had always used to feel after coming.

In the water, Lukas probably felt naked now.

‘I don’t really want to take the strap off.’

Lukas just nodded. He wasn’t unhappy. Just quiet.

But he had been freezing all day, up on the board, in the wind. He hadn’t complained about it, but Matthew could see now, looking at him, that Lukas was frozen.

‘If you just put the board in front of you, I’ll walk behind you.’

Matthew rode the board in and waited for Lukas.

He got dumped. The first time today.

When they were up on the beach Matthew let Lukas lay on his towel. He was shivering. His teeth were chattering. And he needed to lie in the sun to warm up.

The towel that he had remembered to bring, he had wrapped around his waist. Matthew sat in the sand beside him.

‘Wow! You really look cold!’

Lukas nodded, his head turned toward Matthew. He was lying on his stomach.

He was the sort of person who really needed to wear a wetsuit.

‘Are you okay?’

Lukas nodded again.

Matthew looked out at the water.

‘Do you think anyone saw me?’

‘It doesn’t look like it,’ Matthew said, after a pause, though he had seen plenty of people turn to look at Lukas as he walked up onto the beach naked, with the board in front of him, his bare arse showing.

No one was paying them any attention now.

After five minutes or so, they walked up to the change room, and as they were walking toward it, Matthew put his hand across Lukas’ back, on his shoulder, like they had used to do when they were kids.

His skin was cold, but they were talking again, quickly. Lukas was happy. He had had a good day, Matthew supposed. He had liked what Matthew was doing. Getting his nuts getting squelched. Matthew wished he could do it in the shower. Pop them open, if he could. If Lukas would just say he wanted it done, then Matthew would agree.

Lukas would get the wrong idea if Matthew did anything like he had done today again. He couldn’t just do that sort of thing on his own. He had had an excuse, today, to be touching Lukas, but it wasn’t like he could do anything like that again, not until next time they came to the beach, and by then, hopefully, Lukas would have had his nuts crushed.

When they were in the shower, Matthew said,

‘Do you want to see?’

He had promised Lukas to show him his cock, and he had his hands on his waistband, ready.

Lukas pulled his head out of the shower, and looked, to see what Matthew was doing. He nodded.

Matthew was about to pull his shorts down, but someone might come in.

‘Can you go and close the door?’

Lukas nodded again, and stepped out of the shower. He walked around to the end of it, where the L-shaped entrance was, where there was a steel wire door that creaked. It had a chain and a padlock, and it wasn’t like Lukas could lock it. All he could do was push it closed.

Lukas walked around there naked. Anyone passing the entrance would have been able to see him. And with his little gear still shrivelled. As small as it could get.

He came back again.

Matthew dropped his shorts and his jocks and stepped out of them. He put one hand on his cock and held it out for Lukas to see. It was rock hard.

‘Do you think that’s big?’

Lukas was sucking air in through his teeth and nodding, catching the water at one side of his body with his hands, but staring at Matthew’s cock. He was still shivering, even though he was in the shower.

‘How big do you think it is?’ Matthew said, asking Lukas like he had to guess.

Lukas shrugged, moving one hand away from the flow of the water, but leaving the other one there, like he had to pay Matthew more attention now. He was looking down at Matthew’s cock, considering.

‘Six inches?’ Lukas said.

Matthew pressed it down, making it more horizontal, so it was sticking out further, towards Lukas.

He was close to coming.

‘I measured it a few weeks ago, and it was seven and a half – and then I measured it yesterday, and it’s more than eight now.’

‘Fuck,’ Lukas said, and looked up at Matthew’s face. He had that frightened look again.

‘How far do you think it is around?’

Lukas frowned, not understanding.

Matthew made a cylinder with his other hand, while he wrapped the hand he had around his cock into a cylinder.

‘Circumference,’ he said, pushing his cock out toward Lukas again, so he could see it properly.

Lukas looked down at it, considering. He shrugged.

‘Three inches?’ he said, looking up at Matthew again.

‘Five and a half.’

‘How can it be?’

‘Here,’ Matthew said, stepping sideways out of the shower. ‘See if you can get you hand around it. He made the cylinder again. And pushed his cock forward, offering it to Lukas.

Lukas stepped out of the flow of the shower and wiped his hand on his side, as though he didn’t want to get Matthew’s cock dirty.

He put his hand down, and wrapped it around Matthew’s cock, taking it from Matthew’s hand. He squeezed hard, seeing if he could get his thumb to touch his finger.

Matthew came.

The first jet hit Lukas in the stomach, and the second hit him in the groin, draping itself over the tiny bit of Lukas’ foreskin, his stub, that was the only thing protruding from his body.

Lukas held Matthew’s cock for a moment, frozen, and then let go. He straightened up, and looked down at himself. The come that had hit him in the stomach was sliding down onto his hairless groin, sliding around his tiny stub and onto his tight little mound of a sack.

Matthew knew, almost instantly, that he was going to come again.

He angled his cock up and managed to hit Lukas in one nipple, firehosing a long rope of come across his torso diagonally.

The second jet hit Lukas’ cock again.

Lukas took a step or two backwards, looking down at all the come that was sliding down the front of his body, sliding down his chest, down his torso, onto his groin, over his navel, on his thighs, sliding down the insides of his thighs, dripping from the end of his cock, and in a long strand from his tight little corrugated sack.

He looked up at Matthew, as though he didn’t understand what had happened, though his cock had started to protrude.

Matthew had squeezed the last bit of come out of his cock and onto his hand. He stepped forward, and smeared it onto the top of Lukas’ head, onto his hair and forehead.

‘There,’ he said, smiling. ‘We’re even now.’

Lukas swallowed, looking at him.

‘You did it to me.’

Lukas didn’t seem to understand.

‘When you had that padlock on.’

Lukas’ cock was hard now, and he hadn’t done anything about the come. He was still standing there, with a couple of loads of Matthew’s come, sliding down his body. A large wad of it sitting in his hair.

He looked down, realised he was hard, and stepped into the shower.

The gate creaked.

Someone was coming.

Matthew stepped into the shower and faced the wall, next to Lukas, knowing as he did so that someone had walked across behind them and sat on one of the benches.

It was only a matter of seconds, not even a minute, until Matthew was soft. He turned around.

‘Hey,’ he said.

There was a kid, maybe fifteen or so, sitting on the bench and holding his sandal in his hand.

He looked up.

‘Hey,’ he said, smiling widely, and then he turned his attention back to the sandal. It looked as though he had come in here just to fix it. He didn’t have a bag or anything, wasn’t getting changed, but was trying to see what was wrong with his sandal.

He was the sort of kid Matthew would have been at his age, though he looked a bit like a surfer, his brown hair golden, and he was very brown. He stood up and pulled his T-shirt off, pulled his shorts down, was naked, with one sandal on. He slipped it off his foot and walked over to the third shower, next to Lukas.

Lukas turned away from him as the kid turned the shower on and let it hit him in the chest.

His gear was pretty big, Matthew had noticed, as he walked across to the showers. Pretty big for a fifteen year old. He had a patch of pubes above his cock, though apart from this, his body was hairless. He was wearing a necklace, a bead one.

Matthew knew he was going to get hard again. He rinsed his shorts quickly, rinsed his jockstrap and pulled them both on, and then he turned the shower off and went to sit down on a bench.

Lukas had an erection, and he was turned away from the kid, with his back toward him, sideways in the shower. He was bending forward, rubbing his thighs. The kid turned sideways also, so that he was facing Lukas. He adjusted the faucets with his hands, and then jumped away from the flow, grabbing Lukas’ hips, his cock firmly planted in Lukas’ crack. It was quite obvious to Matthew that he had done it on purpose. The two of them stumbled forward, the kid still holding Lukas’ hips.

‘Shit. Sorry,’ he said, as they came apart. ‘I burnt myself.’

Lukas turned his head and nodded at the kid, meaning it didn’t matter. After a moment or two, he turned the shower off and walked toward Matthew, his cock rock hard and wobbling. He picked up his towel.

‘Twenty-nine dollars,’ Matthew said, when they were out of the change room. He was checking his wallet. ‘We could get a toasted sandwich.’

‘You can get the steak if you want it.’

Lukas was still cold.

‘Don’t you want something?’

Lukas shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t really care that much. I’ll just eat a few of your chips.’

‘Are you sure?’

Lukas nodded, smiling in the sunshine.

‘I really am pretty hungry.’

When they were on the terrace, in the shade, Lukas lips had that dark red look, and his cheeks were all rosy. His heavy blond hair had separated itself into chunks, like dreadlocks, still wet, and it was ruffling in the wind. On his forearms, there were goosepimples, and Matthew could just make out a tiny blond hair in each piece of puckered flesh, a hair so fine and thin and short, that it was practically invisible.

He didn’t really want Lukas to each his chips, but he only ate five or six.