‘Oh, and I’ve got these for you too.’

All Lukas had done was pull his jocks back on. He had said he was going to have a shower, but now he was wearing a pair of Pokemon jocks, and was sitting on the edge of the armchair in the sitting room. He had his hands in his groin and he was holding his balls cupped in both hands.

Matthew supposed it hurt like hell.

Lukas had said, ‘What did you do to them?’ after he had stood up, and had felt them with a confused look on his face. He didn’t seem to understand that Matthew had had them in his mouth, had bitten and chewed on them, and Lukas looked awkward after he had got up from the bed, standing with one leg cocked and his arse thrust back while he felt them.

‘They’re all mushy.’

Matthew had held him and comforted him, and he had even kissed Lukas on the side of the head.

He had said he was sorry.

Lukas didn’t seem to realise that he had almost died. He didn’t seem to realise that he had lain there, for a minute or more, without breathing.

Matthew handed him the speedos.

‘You can wear those tomorrow. If we go up to the beach again.’

‘I’m going to wear the wetsuit.’

Matthew nodded, thinking it was a stupid thing to say, but he didn’t realise what Lukas meant until they were in the change room at Whale. Lukas pulled his jeans off, folded them, pulled his T-shirt off, folded it, pulled his jocks off, folded them, and then stood there, naked, with his sloppy little sack. He pulled the wetsuit out of his bag, and stepped into it. Naked.

Matthew was about to say something. He had meant to do Lukas a favour, giving him the wetsuit and the speedos. He could have worn the speedos on the beach, and put the wetsuit on to go in the water. But Lukas didn’t seem to realise that you did this, wore trunks under a wetsuit. He put it on naked.

Matthew shrugged. He figured it didn’t matter. Lukas would just have to leave it on on the beach.

He looked up at Lukas, looking at Lukas’ red lips in the shadows of the change room. Matthew had dreamed that he was kissing Lukas last night. He had dreamed that he was holding Lukas in his arms, and kissing him, as though he was kissing a girl.

It was because he had put his lips over Lukas’ when he was giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation.

He didn’t want to kiss a boy. He didn’t want to kiss Lukas.

But he had let Lukas suck his cock again, this morning, before they left, and Matthew had agreed not to feel Lukas’ sack. Lukas had said he could, if he wanted to, if he did it gently, and Matthew had done this, at first, though in the end he had been feeling it pretty hard. It was all mushy still, but Lukas didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t said anything about it. And he had been happy, when he had finished sucking Matthew’s cock. He had smiled dreamily with come on his lips, and had looked as though he wanted Matthew to hug him.

When they were on the beach, Matthew noticed a few people turn their heads and look at Lukas, though it wasn’t until they were in the water, and out beyond the breakers, when Lukas was up on the board, that Matthew realised what they had been looking at.

You could see right up the wetsuit.

It was too big for Lukas. And there was a space, about the size of Matthew’s fist, between the inch wide piece of groin Lukas had left and his perineum. Above this, the bottom of the wetsuit was sitting up in a wide arc, stiff, and you could see right up and into it. You could see Lukas’ bare arse, and his tiny little sack, so shrivelled today, that it looked like it couldn’t contain anything.

Lukas just couldn’t win. That was the funny thing. Every time they came here he ended up naked, or half naked.

He was lying on the board, with his arms up and his head down, resting in the sun. Matthew put his head close to Lukas’ ear.

‘Can I feel your sack?’ he said.

‘If you want to.’

Matthew put his hand up into the wetsuit and held Lukas’ sack, working the tightness of it away from his body. He squeezed it, and rolled it between his fingers and the heel of his hand.

They caught some waves, and half an hour later, they were out beyond the breakers again, Lukas with his head down, and his eyes closed, almost asleep, by the look of it. Matthew was holding onto one side of the board, near the back of it, and he was looking into the wetsuit at Lukas’ arse when a kid appeared on the other side of the board. A teenager. He was standing there, on the other side of the board from Matthew, and looking up into Lukas’ wetsuit, at Lukas’ arse and perineum and sack, the way Matthew had been doing. It was the kid from the change room, the fifteen year old who had held Lukas’ hips while he stumbled, pressing his cock right up into Lukas’ arse crack. He looked for five or ten or fifteen seconds, and then he turned his head and smiled at Matthew, a wide, infectious smile.

Matthew smiled back at him.

He was a pretty cute kid. He had dark blue eyes, and very white teeth.

The kid lifted his head up over the board, and looked up the wetsuit again, putting his head on one side and moving it right up close to Lukas’ arse so he could get the best view possible. After he had looked again for ten or twenty seconds, he turned back to Matthew and made a “Cor” face, smiling at him. Matthew smiled back. He ducked down under the board and came up beside the kid.

The kid pulled his head back and looked at Matthew when he came up so close beside him.

Matthew put his hand on the kid’s neck and cupped his other hand around his mouth. He whispered into the kid’s ear.

‘You see his sack?’ he said.

The kid nodded, looking.

‘He’s had his nuts crushed.’

The kid went still. And then he pulled his head back. ‘Really?’ he mouthed.

Matthew nodded.

The kid bit his bottom lip, and looked up Lukas’ wetsuit again, peering, to see if he could see.

Matthew took hold of his neck again, and whispered. ‘He let me crush them in a vice.’

The kid turned his head so that their faces were only an inch or two apart. ‘Ow, fuck!’ he mouthed, smiling, almost laughing, excited.

Matthew put his finger up to his lips and mouthed ‘Shh.’ He kept his hand on the kid’s neck, and the kid put one hand around Matthew, holding him in the small of the back. Matthew’s thigh brushed up against the kid’s cock. It was hard. And he was naked under loose shorts.

Matthew whispered in his ear again. ‘You want to feel them?’

The kid nodded.

‘I’ll tell him it’s me.’

Matthew let go of the kid and worked his way up to the front of the board. Lukas had his arms up on it, and his head turned the other way.

‘Can I feel your sack again?’ Matthew said, whispering into Lukas’ ear.

Lukas nodded.

‘You can feel it for a minute or two,’ Matthew said, holding onto the kid’s neck again. ‘And you can be pretty rough. It’s all just slush.’

The kid nodded, and closed his eyes, swallowing.

He put his hand out and slid it up the inside of Lukas’ thigh. He felt forward, and worked Lukas’ sack down between his fingers and the heel of his thumb.

Matthew stood behind him. ‘Can you feel it?’

The kid nodded.

‘Really squeeze it.’

Matthew watched as the kid increased his pressure, rolling the mush between his fingers and the heel of his hand. Matthew put his arms around the kid from behind. He put his hand into the kid’s shorts and started pulling him off.

The kid leant back against Matthew, and Matthew held him tight with one hand, pulling the kid’s arse back, so it was right up against his own cock.

It would feel pretty good to fuck him, Matthew thought. And he wished he’d pulled the kid’s shorts down. Not that he could really fuck him. He couldn’t do that, but it would have felt good to feel his naked skin.

The kid went limp but kept working at Lukas’ sack as Matthew pulled him off.

In a minute or two, the kid came, and Matthew came in his shorts, feeling his cock throb up against the kid’s arse crack.

The kid drew his hand out of the wetsuit and was limp in Matthew’s arms.

‘Was that good?’

The kid nodded, his eyes closed.

Matthew let him go, wondering if he’d stand, and just at that moment, Lukas lifted his head up.

The kid ducked under the water.

Lukas turned his head around, looking for Matthew.

‘I might catch a wave in,’ he said, paddling the board around.

Matthew nodded.

‘Can you do it yourself?’

Lukas nodded, and paddled off to find a wave while the kid surfaced behind him. He swam over to Matthew.

‘Did he let you do that?’

Matthew nodded.

‘You should cut his cock off.’

Matthew nodded again.

‘Is he a puppet?’

‘What?’

‘Look at that,’ the kid said, suddenly pointing at the sky. ‘That’s an albatross.’

Matthew didn’t know if it was an albatross. He hadn’t ever seen one. And from what he could make out it could have been any bird. It was nothing more than a speck in the sky.