When they got in the water, it was just like Matthew had thought. The speedos were see-through, except for where there was double strip down the front. The problem with that was that his cock was too big to fit into it. The head of his cock was hanging out of the strip at the side, with a clinging piece of red nothing stuck to it like Saran wrap.

He could only imagine what his arse looked like from the way he had seen Lukas’ arse when Lukas was wearing his speedos. The fabric would be stuck to it, making his white arse look red, and his arse crack would be clearly visible for anyone to see.

He supposed he and Lukas really did look like two gay lovers today, Lukas in nothing but a piece of string and a narrow triangle, he in a piece of red cling wrap.

By the time they were out beyond the waves he had a stiff that couldn’t be kept in the speedos. He undid the cord and pulled the speedos down a bit, watching Lukas’ arse up on the board in its piece of string, as he wondered how Lukas could possibly get used to it the way he had done.

Today, after ten or twenty minutes on the beach, Lukas had started to act like the day when he had had the ABC jocks on. It was like he forgot all about the fact that he was wearing practically nothing, and as they walked down to the water, he was acting like a kid, squelching his feet in the sand, and bending over to pick up seashells. Matthew saw the pink rose of Lukas’ arse as he bent over, and he supposed everyone else was seeing it too. There was a little boy making a sandcastle, and he looked at Lukas with a confused face when Lukas came up to him and asked him about it while he was wearing nothing but a narrow triangle on the front of his groin.

The funniest thing about it was that Lukas didn’t have any balls now, and you could tell. Once he was in the water, and wet, it was even worse than it had used to be when his sack had shrivelled up to a mound. Now, with his dick back up against his body like a little stub, the pocket at the front was empty, and obviously so, with only the slightest hint of something tenting it. People would think that his balls were up in his groin, Matthew supposed, or they would think he was a guy whose balls had never dropped, though Matthew figured that plenty would be wondering if Lukas wasn’t a guy who had really lost his balls, somehow, and didn’t care. Lukas had been stupid enough to believe him when he had said you couldn’t tell. It was obvious.

Matthew caught a wave in, and as he was walking back out to Lukas, he was suddenly aware of someone beside him.

‘Dude, you’re wearing speedos.’

‘I had to,’ Matthew said.

Rodney was smiling and looking at him, looking him up and down, though he finished with his eyes locked on Matthew’s cock.

‘Have you seen what he’s wearing?’

‘Dude. You don’t know how I’ve seen it. I blew my load in the front room, with my eye on the scope and my hand in my jeans. My gran came in looking all suspicious like. “What are you looking at Rodney?” she says.’ He laughed. ‘I had jism all over my hand.’

‘Doesn’t she make you go to school?’

‘She doesn’t believe in it.’

Matthew nodded as they stepped over a wave. He crouched down in the water and motioned to Rodney.

‘Well don’t let him see you,’ he said. ‘Just like the other day. Come up behind him.’

Rodney nodded, smiling. ‘Did you stitch it up or something?’

‘Yeah. I stitched it.’

‘Dude, I didn’t believe you. But I’ll believe it if I see it.’

Matthew nodded. ‘I’ll go out then. Come out in a couple of minutes.’

‘Hey,’ Matthew said, when he came up to Lukas. ‘How’re you doing?’

‘Okay.’

‘You want to just lay out here for a while?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Can you? Just put your head down, like you’re going to sleep, and I’ll feel your sack. I need to pull myself off.’

‘Do you have to?’ Lukas said, lifting his head and looking around him. There were a lot of people here today.

‘I’ll make it so no one can see.’

‘It stings a bit, you know?’

‘I know. I’ll be gentle.’

Lukas nodded, but he didn’t seem certain.

‘Turn your head that way, and close your eyes.’

Rodney came up behind Matthew, behind the board.

Matthew gripped his neck and whispered in his ear. ‘You can do it. He thinks I’m doing it, and he thinks I’m pulling myself off.’

Rodney nodded. He moved closer to the board and slid his hand up the inside of Lukas’ leg, looking around him to see if anyone could see him. Matthew watched as he plucked the little bit of fabric to one side and saw the stitches. Rodney drew in a deep breath and removed his hand.

‘Go on,’ Matthew whispered into his ear, standing behind him now.

Rodney reached his hand forward again and touched Lukas’ sack. He held it between his fingertips, and as he gripped it, Matthew put his hands around Rodney and pulled his shorts down. He was wearing the same loose shorts he had worn the other day, and his cock was hard. Matthew pulled the shorts down to his thighs, and then he released his own cock from the speedos.

He held Rodney’s cock and started pulling, and then, with his hand on Rodney’s stomach, he pulled him backwards, pulling him back onto his own naked cock, which he slid between Rodney’s arse cheeks. He slid it down and positioned it on Rodney’s arsehole.

‘Fuck that!’ Rodney twisted and elbowed Matthew in the throat, knocking Lukas off the board. He punched Matthew. Punched him in the face. In the mouth. In the cheek. In the eye. Matthew raised his hands and tried to move away. ‘Fuck you!’ Rodney said. He spat in Matthew’s face, and swam away, giving Matthew two hard kicks in the chest as he left. And one final kick low down, which caught the underside of Matthew’s hard cock and jammed it up against his body.

‘Fuck you, dude,’ Rodney said from a distance. ‘Stay the fuck away from me.’

There were two girls, two teenagers, not far from them, and they were watching what had happened, though they didn’t understand what it was about. Lukas was watching too. He had come up, after being tipped off the board, though obviously, from the look on his face, he didn’t understand.

Matthew was holding his cock in both hands. It hurt like hell from where Rodney had kicked him, and his eye hurt, from where he been punched. He could taste blood on his lips.

‘Did he see you?’ Lukas said, coming up close to him.

‘Can you fuck off?’

Lukas drew his head back. He turned around and held onto the board. He kicked away from Matthew, crosswise over the swell.

Matthew felt tears come into his eyes.

He felt like going home. He wished he was at home, and was with his mother again, a little boy.

‘Maybe I should go and speak to him?’ Lukas said, when Matthew came up onto the beach and threw himself down on his stomach beside him. He had only just managed to get his cock to go down.

‘You really should put some clothes on, you know? You look ridiculous.’

Lukas was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. He turned over and sat up and started looking through his bag. He pulled a pair of shorts and a T-shirt out of it, got up, pulled the shorts up and pulled the T-shirt over his head. He pulled his sandals onto his feet and started walking away.

‘Where are you going?’

Lukas didn’t answer. He kept walking. But he was walking in the direction of Rodney’s house. Was he going to go there? Was he really going to fucking go there?

‘Fuck!’ Matthew said to himself. He wanted to get up and grab Lukas and pull him back, but again, he had an erection.

‘Fuck,’ he said to himself, biting his lips, tasting blood, and looking down underneath himself, along the length of his chest, and down under his stomach, where he could see the head of his cock poking out of the speedos.

‘Fuck!’