In the water, it was okay. They caught a few waves together, and each time Lukas came up in the shallows, Matthew got a look at his arse in the speedos. Saw the little tent of his cock.

Still, though, it wasn’t like it had been last week, when Lukas had been made a fool of.

And Matthew was angry.

‘What’s up?’ Lukas said.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

Matthew didn’t want to talk to him.

He swam back out, past the breakers, and watched as Lukas struggled to reach him.

‘Little jerk,’ he said, and blew water through his teeth.

‘I’d like to punch him in the fucking nuts,’ he muttered to himself, treading water. ‘Hold him there and punch him. Kick his fucking nuts in.

‘He’d like that.’

Lukas surfaced beside him, and winced in the sunlight.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?’

Lukas’ face fell. He knew he had done something wrong, but he was too stupid to know what it was.

‘You should catch a wave in on your own.’

Lukas nodded. He waited, treading water, and then he began to swim toward the breakers.

While he was gone, Matthew pulled his trunks off, pulled his jockstrap off, and tucked them under his arm while he pulled himself, watching Lukas get dumped again, and imagining how it had been when Lukas had been naked, coming up and brushing his hair out of his eyes, stumbling, his jocks around his thighs.

The thought of Lukas coming back out and finding Matthew with a boner made Matthew come. He was thinking of how he could twist Lukas around, rip his speedos down, and fuck his arse in the water.

He wouldn’t like that. The size of my arse in his cock.

Matthew didn’t want to put the jockstrap back on. He couldn’t stand it. It was too fucking tight. And it didn’t just squash his cock. It pressed his balls together.

He let the jockstrap go, watching it float away from him, and then he decided to wait till Lukas was back out there before he put his board shorts back on. It would be funny being right there with Lukas while Lukas didn’t know he was naked. Like something Lukas would dream about but didn’t even know was happening.

‘Do another one,’ Matthew said, when Lukas came back out.

Matthew had his board shorts gripped between his toes. He was scared at any moment that he would lose them. And because Lukas was there, right beside him, his cock got hard again, and he could feel it wobbling from side to side as he treaded water, like a big, stiff pole. Just the idea of Lukas being there, while Matthew was naked, with a boner, his toes gripping his shorts so that at any moment he could lose them, these things alone, made Matthew come again while he was speaking to Lukas.

‘I’ve got a headache,’ Lukas said.

‘Come on. You’ll never…’ Matthew came. ‘…be able to do it if you don’t keep trying.’

‘Are you coming?’

‘I’ll…watch you,’ Matthew said, feeling his come spurting.

Lukas nodded, and swam off again.

Oh, man.

Matthew smiled, and pulled his shorts back on again.

If Lukas had known what was happening then…

On the next wave, Matthew rode in with Lukas, and they decided to get out.

As they were walking up the beach Matthew said,

‘They’re pretty good speedos.’

‘You reckon?’

‘Yeah. They look good on you.’

Matthew supposed that if they were going to come to the beach again, it would be better Lukas wearing those than anything else.

‘You should get some,’ Lukas said.

In the change room, they had a shower again. Lukas pulled his speedos off. He rinsed them under the shower head and wrung them out before starting on his body.

Matthew supposed he could give Lukas a proper look at his gear. It had been pretty funny the other day, watching Lukas’ eyes goggle out of his head when he saw how hard Matthew was in his jeans. He waited until Lukas had his head under the shower, rinsing his hair, and then he pulled his board shorts down to his feet and stepped out of them.

‘Shit. I’ve got sand all through my gear,’ Matthew said, standing back in the spray of the shower and framing his groin with his hands.

Lukas pulled his head out of the shower to see what Matthew was talking about and must have turned to find Matthew standing back, teasing his fingers through his pubes to rinse the sand out, though Matthew wasn’t looking at his face.

Lukas stopped and then turned away, turning back to face the wall behind the shower.

Matthew smiled, knowing that his cock looked huge. It was flopping down around his thighs, and was about as fat and as long as it could get without being hard.

‘Shit,’ Matthew said. ‘Look at that. I’ve got sand under my foreskin. Fuck that hurts.’ He held his cock up, and had his foreskin pulled back as Lukas turned around to look.

Matthew had his massive cock held in his hands.

Lukas’ cock sprang up. He had been trying to control it, obviously, but Matthew watched it, keeping his head down. Saw it spring up in the space of two seconds. A hard little rod.

‘What are you gay or something?’ Matthew said, looking up at Lukas’ face, and letting go of his cock.

Lukas turned away, his hands over his erection, facing the wall.

Matthew couldn’t hold it any longer. Already, while he had been holding his cock, he had been getting hard. When he had let it go, it hadn’t been properly floppy, though Lukas hadn’t noticed, with Matthew looking him in the eye.

Matthew stepped out of the shower, left it running, and walked into a stall. His cock had come up, as he walked across the change room. It was a good thing Lukas had turned away. Matthew figured Lukas would think he was going for a piss or a shit. Matthew closed the door to the stall and put his back against it. He pulled himself.

Man, that had been pretty bad, he said to himself after he had jerked a puddle of come on the concrete floor. That was a pretty mean thing to do, he said to himself, wiping the come into the floor with his foot.

When he walked out of the stall, Lukas was drying himself. He had his back to Matthew.

Matthew rinsed himself quickly and pulled his shorts back on. He could watch Lukas putting the little jocks on. He walked over and sat on the bench, drying his hair casually with his towel.

Lukas finished drying his body and folded the towel up while he was naked. He didn’t look very happy. He unfolded his jeans and found the jocks, which he had folded up in them, folding the groin up, and the sides of them in, so they made a tiny little square. He shook them out and stepped into them. He pulled them up, having to tug a bit to get them over his arse. He picked his jeans up off the bench and stepped into them. Matthew watched his balls bulge out of each side of the jocks as he lifted one foot, and then the other. He casually dried his hair. He knew Lukas wasn’t watching him.

Lukas sat down to put his socks on. He hadn’t put his T-shirt on, but was bent forward, pulling his socks up. He was crying. Not making a sound, but blinking teardrops onto the floor. He pulled his runners on and laced them up, the teardrops still falling. He didn’t seem to be able to control it. His face passive.

Matthew looked away.

He dried his chest with a bunched up towel. Dried his arms. Stood up and see-sawed the towel across his back, thrusting his chest out.

Matthew had brought sandals. He sat down again, and pulled the straps over his heels.

Lukas had put his T-shirt on, and he was sitting, his forearms on his thighs.

He was still crying quietly. Simply blinking tears onto the floor.

‘What’s up?’ Matthew said.

Lukas gave him a single shrug.

The muscles in his back contorted, once. And then were wracked by a series of spasms.

Matthew pulled his T-shirt on.

‘What are you crying for?’ Matthew said.

Lukas shook his head and wiped the back of his hand over his face, meaning ‘nothing, I’m not,’ Matthew supposed.

He stood up and handed Matthew the towel.

‘Can you put these in your bag?’ he said. His eyes were wet.

Matthew took the speedos. He turned around and put them in his bag, folded his own towel up, like Lukas had folded his towel, and put both towels in the bag.

‘Do you want to get something to eat?’ Matthew said, looking Lukas in the eye.

Lukas was afraid of him. He nodded, sucking a breath in through his lips, looking as though he thought Matthew was going to hit him.

‘Can you buy it for me?’