Matthew had the board. He had it beside him in the sand, had carried it all the way up to the shops and back again, and when Lukas was ready to go out, he carried it down to the water for him.

Lukas seemed to have forgotten all about the jocks. They had been talking about Europe, remembering how Matthew had gone to Denmark with Lukas and his father, and how they had gone to Legoland. It had been unreal, was one of Matthew’s best memories. And Lukas and he had been laughing, remembering how Matthew had got stuck in one of the little cars.

Eventually, laughing, Lukas had turned over on his back, and lay down again, closing his eyes, his hands threaded on his stomach.

He couldn’t stay like that, Matthew figured. Even if he thought it was okay, even if Matthew had convinced him, there was no way he could lay like that. His balls were bulging out on either side of the crotch. His cock was naked. And in the sun, the things were see-through.

Still, though, they walked down to the water, Lukas walking like he had a pair of shorts on or something, turning to Matthew, and smiling, talking.

He was happy, Matthew supposed.

When they had stood up. When Matthew had said, ‘Do you want to go in now?’ Lukas had got up off his towel and ran his fingers down the back of the jocks, pulling them out of his crack, though by the time they had walked three or four paces, they were back up there again.

It was funny.

Beyond a joke how Lukas had accepted it and was walking like it didn’t matter, turning every now and then, and twisting his feet, squelching them in the dry sand, like he was a kid. Laughing, and talking.

Matthew felt his heart thumping. He supposed people were looking. Could feel them looking, though there was hardly anyone here today. Maybe only fifty or seventy-five people.

It was too far off the highway.

And there was nothing here.

As they stepped into the first wave that hit them above the waist, Matthew turned, like he was looking back at the shore, and caught a look at Lukas’ groin. It was so much worse than the other day that he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Lukas’ balls were actually hanging for once, seeing as he had been in the sun for so long, and after walking all the way down to the water to the way he had been, they were draped over either side of the crotch. His cock looked naked, like there was nothing covering it. You could hardly see the strands of the ladder, and beside this, anyway, the jocks were as thin as a tissue. They were sucked right up against Lukas’ skin, as see-through as a wet tissue would be.

Lukas turned around like Matthew had and started walking backwards too. His tight little arse was poking backwards, bare, most of it. And he was acting like he was properly dressed.

That was the best thing.

Matthew felt like grabbing him. Like grabbing him and pulling him towards him. Holding him from behind, and reaching down. Grabbing his balls in his cock and balls in his hands and squeezing them. Squelching them till they were fucked.

He wants it, Matthew said, as he stepped back a bit and took another look at Lukas arse.

He wants that to happen to him.

Matthew should have said something on the beach, when Lukas had started talking about the movie again.

Matthew was going to do that to him. There was no way he wasn’t going to.

Crush his nuts, at least.

They swam out beyond the breakers, Matthew overarming the board over the waves. The bottom had changed, and it was possible for Matthew to stand every now and then, whenever the swell subsided, though it was too deep for Lukas.

‘Get up on the board,’ Matthew said.

Lukas took it, and tried to get onto it, but he couldn’t manage.

‘Here. I’ll hold it for you.’

He held it at one side, while Lukas tried to get on from the other.

When Lukas had hoisted his leg up, Matthew grabbed him, behind the knee, and pulled him right up onto the board. He had his legs wide apart, his knees on either side of it, and he was sitting down. Matthew could see right up into his groin. The jocks were just a narrow band down the centre of his crotch and his cock had flopped out on one side. It was bobbing in the water.

‘You need to lay down,’ Matthew said. ‘You won’t be able to sit on it.’

Lukas slid down onto his stomach, sliding backwards on the board. His jocks got pulled down at the back a bit, so that the top of his arse crack was showing. Lukas reached a hand back and pulled them up. He adjusted either side of them, trying to get them out of his crack. Between his legs, Matthew could see his cock flopping out of one side of the jocks.

‘Put your legs apart.’

He didn’t really need to do this.

‘Make it so your knees are on either side of the board.’

This would probably destabilize him but Lukas shifted his legs apart, and reached down underneath him, catching his cock, and tucking it back up into the jocks. His sack was already shrivelling.

‘Are you okay like that?’

‘Yeah,’ Lukas said. ‘I don’t know if I can paddle, though.’

‘I’ll take you into the wave,’ Matthew said.

He grabbed the back, and one side of the board, and scissor kicked Lukas into position.

This wasn’t the way you used a boogie board. You didn’t go out beyond the breakers, not usually. You just turned into the waves when you were coming back out.

But Lukas wouldn’t know that.

They caught the same wave, and Lukas rode it right into shore. It made Matthew feel like he wanted the board for himself. Lukas stood up in the shallows and walked back towards him. There were some people around them, and Matthew tried not to look at Lukas, didn’t look, though he looked at a girl, about his own age who was wearing a bikini. She smiled at him. She didn’t seem to be worried about Lukas. Hadn’t even noticed him. Just turned to her friend and said something, her hand covering her mouth.

It was like Matthew thought. Everyone just assumed Lukas was a kid. Kids were always wearing jocks in the surf. And they were kids jocks. You could tell that just from the blue bands, even if you couldn’t see the ABC pattern.

Matthew decided not to worry about it. He had been feeling a bit anxious, because there were more people in the water now, but it didn’t matter.

Lukas was a kid.

They walked out again, Lukas duck-diving under the waves while Matthew bare-chested them, overarming the board. A couple of times he was pushed backward, and almost went under. The swell was pretty big.

Lukas got up on the board again, stretching his legs wide apart to get one knee over. Matthew grabbed it again and pulled him up. By the time Lukas had done this, the jocks were right up his arse again, though he didn’t reach back his hands this time. Matthew figured he had given up worrying about it. They were just going to go up there, at the bottom of his arse, at least. His nuts were tight now, his sack a solid little corrugated mound.

Matthew scissor-kicked him back into position, and Lukas rode the wave right into shore. As he was walking back towards Matthew again, his cock was poking though the ladder in the front of his jocks, a hard little stub, the point of his foreskin clearly visible. It had made a hole for itself.

There was a woman, an old woman with white hair, wearing a black one-piece costume, standing in the shallows. She looked at Lukas. Looked at what he was wearing. And then looked at Matthew with a hard look, as though she thought Matthew was Lukas’ uncle.

Matthew turned his head away.

‘Get up on the board and I’ll push you out,’ he said, as Lukas came up to him.

Matthew grabbed one side of the board and put his other hand on the back of Lukas’ thigh. He had figured, if he did this, he would be able to slide his hand up, catch his thumb under the side of Lukas’ jocks, when they hit a wave, and tear them. But he wasn’t going to do that with the woman watching.

He managed to get Lukas over the first two waves just by holding the back of his thigh and one side of the board, but as they hit the third wave, Matthew’s hand slipped up, until it was underneath Lukas’ perineum.

‘Sorry,’ Matthew said. ‘Is that okay? It’s easier to get you over that way.’

Lukas nodded, looking straight ahead, propped up on his elbows, not looking at Matthew.

Matthew put his hand on Lukas’ perineum, and as the next wave hit, he grabbed Lukas’ sack with his fingertips, and squeezed. His thumb was in Lukas’ crack.

They were out beyond the breakers.

After the next wave, Matthew did the same thing. Offered to push Lukas back out. And gripped him with his hand every time. Lukas’ cock was hard. Matthew could feel the base of it with the tips of his fingers, could feel how hard his perineum was. And with every wave he squeezed Lukas’ balls a little harder, feeling them on either side of a hard base, and having his thumb extended into the bottom of Lukas’ crack.

He didn’t want his thumb to go into Lukas hole, but the jocks were firmly wedged up into his crack now. They were a wide triangle, only covering the top of Lukas’ arse.

The old woman had gone.

‘Tell me if I hurt you,’ Matthew said, after they had got over the final wave. He had felt Lukas’ balls bobble out from underneath his fingers as he pushed Lukas over the wave, gripping hard and pushing Lukas up, while he got caught under the wave himself, and went under.

He came up behind the breakers and asked Lukas if he’d hurt him.

Lukas was smiling. Laughing at him because he’d got dumped. As happy as Matthew had ever seen him.

‘You went under that time,’ Lukas said, on his elbows, from the safety of his board.

Matthew splashed a bit of water on his face, pretended hurt.

He was on the verge of coming, could come right now if he could just grab his cock.

‘Hang out here for a moment,’ he said.

He swam round to the back of the board. ‘Can you put your legs apart so I can rest for a minute?’ he said. He tapped the insides of Lukas’ knees and put his arms up on the board.

Lukas moved his legs wide apart til his arse was sticking right up in the air.

That was perfect.

Matthew pulled his shorts down to his thighs, his jockstrap. He didn’t want to even touch himself if he didn’t have to. It was better like that. When he came without touching himself. He stared at Lukas shrivelled little sack, remembered how tight it had felt in his fingers, and he felt the water swirling round his gear.

It looked like…

Lukas’ erection was sticking out of the front of his jocks.

As Matthew realised this, he came.

He pulled his shorts back on.

‘Do you want to go in, now?’

‘Can we do a few more?

Matthew felt his cock rising up again. Lukas wanted more. Matthew’s cock had hardly had time to go down, and it was rising up again. He adjusted it, and supposed he could give Lukas what he wanted.

On the next few waves Lukas fell off way before he got in to the shore, and each time Matthew came up to him, he was crouching down in the water, even though it wasn’t waist high.

‘You keep falling off,’ Matthew said.

‘I’ve got a stiff.’

Matthew nodded, and then smiled widely.

‘Show me,’ he said.

Lukas looked around, to see if anyone was going to see him, and then he stood up, standing up in the water so Matthew could see. He popped back down again, and looked guilty. Turned red.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ Matthew said. ‘I get them all the time. I can’t control it.’

He had one right now, had had one all day, had one most days, all day, or almost, and the sight of Lukas’ cock hadn’t helped. It was poking out of the front of Lukas’ jocks, having made a hole for itself in the ladder. A boy cock.

‘It’s sticking out of my jocks’ Lukas said, swirling the water round his body with his arms.

‘Yeah. I noticed,’ Matthew said, smiling at Lukas like he was smiling at a kid who had done something, or said something, silly.

Matthew had been giving him some pretty cruel torture on the last few rides out. Squeezing Lukas balls as hard as he could. Feeling them pop out from under his fingers.

And Lukas liked it.

It was going to feel so sweet when Matthew got to crush them.

He came.

And as he was pushing Lukas out again, he did what he had been planning to do. Acted like his thumb got pushed up and caught under Lukas’ jocks as they went over the last of the breakers, just breaking. He pushed his thumb right up until it was caught in the side of Lukas’ jocks, and then he closed his hand there and pushed forward, as Lukas got pushed backward by the wave.

Amazingly, Lukas stayed on the board.

Matthew went back to get him.

‘Your jocks got ripped.’

Lukas had realised this and was turning round to see.

Matthew pushed him over the wave, putting his hand underneath him, but not squeezing now. Lukas’ cock was still hard.

After they’d got over the wave, Lukas slipped off the board, like having his jocks ripped had made him naked and he couldn’t stay like that, when he’d been naked anyway, or as good as.

He was trying to do something.

‘What are you doing?’

‘I can tie them.’

He struggled for a moment.

‘Do you want me to have a go?’

Lukas nodded. He was struggling to tread water and keep his hands underneath.

‘Hold onto the board.’

Lukas put one hand on the board and held the side of his jocks with his other. They had ripped at the seam.

Matthew ducked down under the water, not opening his eyes, but struggling with his hands to find Lukas’ hand. He touched Lukas’ arse with one hand. His hard cock with the other. He recoiled a bit. He didn’t like that feeling. And then he found the sides of the jocks that Lukas was holding in his hand.

He crossed the two parts over and tucked one under and then he pulled the two sides. He figured they would rip, but they didn’t. He stretched them a bit more, and then he realised he was going to be able to get them into a knot. He supposed he should do it.

He came up for a breath, went back under, and tied them.

Lukas had both hands on the board. He reached one hand down and felt all around them.

‘It doesn’t feel very good,’ he said.

‘Get up on the board.’

‘You think?’

‘Come on,’ Matthew said, holding the other side of it.

Lukas stretched his leg up and got on the board. Matthew gripped his knee and pulled him over. The jocks were all pulled over to the side where Matthew had tied them. On the other side, they were simply hanging by the blue band at the waist.

Half of Lukas’ crack, from the top, to the middle, was bare. Underneath this, the jocks were pulling one arse cheek sideways and up, up to where they were tied.

Matthew could see his arsehole.

Lukas was putting his hand back and feeling his arse cheek.

‘Shit,’ he said.

‘Don’t worry about it. It’s better than nothing.’

‘Could I – oh…’

‘What?’

‘You’ve got a jockstrap on.’

He lifted his arse up again and pulled his cock out of the hole at the front. It had been dragged over to one side along with the rest of the front them. Now there was nothing covering his gear. And Matthew saw his cock hit the board.

‘Does it look stupid?’ he said, reaching round with one hand and feeling his arse.

It looked ridiculous.

‘It’s better than nothing.’

Lukas nodded. He was still smiling and was still happy. Still up on the board.

‘You want to catch another one?’

‘Okay,’ Lukas said.

Matthew couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe that he would agree. But still.

As they were coming back in he squeezed Lukas even harder, and even heard Lukas make a sound. His balls were naked under Matthew’s hand now, and Matthew had forgotten all about the other people at the beach. When they came over the last wave, Matthew followed through with his thumb again, and this time ended up with Lukas’ jocks in his hand. Lukas had slipped off the board.

Matthew grabbed the board. Put the jocks between his toes with one hand, and struggled over the wave.

Lukas surfaced beside him.

‘Are you right?’

‘I’ve lost my jocks.’

‘Not again.’

Lukas smiled sheepishly.

‘They’re gone,’ he said, announcing it like it was something funny.

‘So you want to ride in again?’

Lukas splashed a bit of water at him.

‘Come on.’

‘You think so?’

‘Just do it.’

‘I’ll get up on the board.’

Matthew smiled. And held it. He grabbed Lukas’ leg and pulled him over as he let go of the jocks with his toes.

‘Shit,’ Lukas said, ducking his head down, once he was on the board. ‘Do you think they can see me?’

Matthew looked back at the beach. There was no one in the water now, and few people on the beach. It was lunchtime.

‘It’s not like they’re going to call the police or anything.’

Lukas lifted his head up, and smiled, looking at the beach, like he was doing something naughty.

‘Ride a wave in.’

‘You reckon?’

‘Come on,’ Matthew said. ‘I’ll push you back out again.’

Lukas chewed his bottom lip. ‘Okay,’ he said.

Matthew sidestroked him into the path of a wave and caught it beside him.

Lukas tipped himself off in the shallows and waited for Matthew, crouched down in the water. It was about two feet deep.

‘Well get on the board,’ Matthew said.

Lukas hesitated. He turned around and looked behind him at the beach. And then he stood up and got on the board. His cock was still rock hard.

Matthew put his hand under Lukas’ perineum and took a sharp breath inwards.

Man, that felt so sweet.

He positioned his fingertips. Two over each ball, pulling them backwards so they were held firmly, his thumb in the base of Lukas’ crack.

He would go to town, he decided. Hurt Lukas as much as he could. He kept his hand gripped there the whole way out, increasing the pressure each time Lukas had to lift the front of the board up to get over a wave. On the final wave, Matthew pushed his thumb into Lukas’ arsehole. And then he felt Lukas’ perineum contracting. A series of throbs. And Matthew was squeezing his balls hard.

They had passed the last wave and his hand was still there. He had left it there too long.

‘Shit!’ he said, pulling his thumb out of Lukas’ hole.

Lukas slipped off the board and held the side of it.

There was a strip of come, streaking across the top of it and sliding into the water.

‘Fuck!’ Matthew said. ‘My thumb went up your hole.’

He was brushing it around himself in the water in disgust.

Lukas had gone quiet.

‘Er!’ Matthew said.

He was standing behind Lukas, and he pushed his thumb into the back of Lukas’ hair. With his other hand, he used Lukas’ hair to wipe the thumb.

Lukas said nothing. Didn’t move.