Chapter Three

Hot Water

I sat on top of Nico's bed, trying to clean all the sand from the sheets. No matter how much I brushed off, there was always more. The entire bedroom was ablaze in the deep orange glow of the evening sun, and the intense brightness had me squinting to see anything. Nico sat on the edge of the bed, bathing in it, blonde hair shimmering. He was wearing very little clothing, or maybe nothing at all—I lifted my hand to try and block the glare to see. His guitar rested on his lap, and he strummed it delicately.

Deciding it was time to address the sand issue with him, I leaned across the bed and whispered into his ear. He giggled, and then turned to face me. The guitar slipped from his lap and hit the carpet, shattering to pieces. He crawled across the bed towards me, excitedly shouting something. I couldn't tell what he was saying exactly, but I knew I needed to quiet him down. I placed a hand over his mouth, then pushed him down onto the bed.

He bit my hand, slipping out of my hold, and continued to shout, the words echoing around the room and throughout the house. An intense feeling of dread welled up inside me, and I again went to cover his mouth, but he slithered out of my reach and jumped off the bed. I tried to grab at his shirt, but he wasn't wearing one and so slid effortlessly out of my grasp. He continued shouting and running around the room, and I felt helpless to stop him. I tried to get up off the bed, but my legs wouldn't comply. I tried using my arms to push myself off, but they wouldn't work either, and then there was a loud banging at the door.

I awoke suddenly from the dream to the steady ring of my phone's alarm. Beams of light streamed through the blinds, illuminating the whole room, and I shielded my face with the covers; we really needed some more effective blinds. Reaching out from the sheets, I groggily grabbed my phone and shut off the alarm. I noticed a text from Nico he sent an hour before.

Nico: Good morning 😁

Smiling to myself, I looked over our previous night's texts, and the day's events came rushing back to me. I sat up and sent him a quick reply.

Me: Hey you, good morning

Getting out of bed, I headed to the bathroom, ready to start my day.

First thing on the list was brunch with the cousins. We took the highway to Keysville, a little over an hour away. I hated highways; I preferred the small and quiet roads of Clearwater. Highways had too many cars and far too much noise, it was all just a big bundle of stress. Mom noticed my discomfort and asked if it was about Lucy.

I didn't like her sister Lucy very much, and she knew it. I hadn't seen her or her family for about three years, but our last encounter left me with a sour taste. Fortunately, I was cool with her kids, who were awesome and fun to be around. Nonetheless, I told my mom it wasn't about her, using the excuse that things were exhaustingly busy at the shop.

Arriving at the seafood restaurant, mom and I found a seat at a booth after finding they hadn't arrived yet. After ordering some drinks, I excused myself to the bathroom to pee.

While I was washing my hands, Parker—Lucy's youngest son—walked in, and I noticed him in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize him with how much he had grown. He looked nice, dressed similarly to how Nico was during dinner, in a dress shirt and pants. I peered up towards his pale face, faintly dusted with freckles, and something drastic caught my attention.

"What?" I shouted in genuine surprise, turning to face him, and he stopped in his tracks. "You cut your long, luscious locks? How unbecoming." I shook my head in mock disappointment, but my smirk gave away my playfulness.

He smirked too in response, and ran a hand across his newly shortened dark brown hair. "You know I wouldn't have chosen to. It was a requirement for Walter Broadway."

His voice took me by surprise; it seemed he was just beginning to be touched by puberty. "Wow," I replied, "you were accepted?" Walter Broadway was a pretty well-renowned middle and high school. Preppy, but you'd surely get a hell of an education.

"They couldn't get enough of me," he said with a smirk, crossing his arms.

I laughed. "Parker," I said, walking over to him and holding out my arms.

"Logan," he responded, and we hugged.

"Been a while. Almost didn't recognize you. Shit, you grew up."

He let go and took a step back. "Oh no, not you too," he moaned, and pressed a palm to his forehead. "I don't need more people pointing out the incredibly basic fact that I'm growing up."

"Sorry," I said, laughing, "you'll understand when you're older. You expect someone to look like they did the last time you saw them, and get surprised when they don't."

"Right. Whatever."

"How old are you now anyways?"

"Thirteen."

We talked for a bit longer, and I returned to the table while he used the toilet. I exchanged superficial greetings with Lucy and her husband. I was surprised to not see August, the older brother, but remembered he had moved to another state recently. We all caught up for a bit, then Parker came back and our conversations naturally separated.

Parker told me about all his recent achievements, mostly academic awards and things of that nature. It was strange after not seeing him for so many years, the way he spoke was so much more eloquent than when I last saw him, and it really struck me that he wasn't a little kid anymore.

I told him some stories from Australia, as well as a couple interesting things that happened at college. We reminisced on the times when, during our family get-togethers, the adults, older, and younger siblings all separated out into their own groups, and Parker and I would find our own fun in random games like hide-and-go-seek, or playing video games on the computer. He reminded me how much we enjoyed our time together when we went to Roaring Rivers, a water park we used to visit often. I enjoyed talking to him because it was like talking to a real person and not just entertaining a kid, the way I'd gotten so used to.

Brunch was pleasant enough: no snarky comments from Lucy meant I could enjoy myself, and Parker inhaled the rest of the pancakes that I couldn't finish. We were saying our goodbyes in the parking lot, when mom invited them all to come meet up at the beach the following day. While a beach day did sound nice, I knew I had a Nico to attend to.

"I actually have plans tomorrow," I said, "but you guys should totally get together!"

"Oh come on Logan, it will be fun, we never see them," mom said, placing her hands on Parker's shoulders. I knew she thought I was just trying to get out of it.

"I do want to, but I have plans I made a while ago with friends."

"Well, invite them too. Who is it?"

Not particularly wanting to tell them it was the horny twelve-year-old that I was technically dating, I had to think quickly. "It's, um, Grace and uh, her kid," I replied.

"Okay, well, invite them along too," she insisted. "I'd love to meet them."

"Oh, maybe. I'll see if they want to do that. It would be fun, I guess."

"We should go to Roaring Rivers instead," Parker said, and we turned to hear him out. "For old time's sake! That place was totally our thing."

My mom smiled. "That's a fun idea, actually!"

Everyone agreed with that, and so plans for the water park were finalized. We all said goodbye, and mom and I began our drive home. I decided to text Grace and invite them.

Me: Hey, my mom and cousins are going to a water park tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you and Nico wanted to come

Grace: That's sweet of you Logan

Grace: I don't do water parks but I'll see if Nico wants to go. He's never been!

Me: Okay cool, let me know what he says

Grace: 👍

I definitely didn't want to disappoint Nico, but I also didn't want to disappoint my mom or miss out on spending some quality time with my cousin, so this was the perfect solution. I was certain Nico would be interested. With that all figured out, I began to relax a bit. Sudden changes in plans often stressed me out.

I realized I was eager to get outdoors for a bit. Spending so much time inside during the week had me craving it like an addict; I just wanted to get off my ass for a little bit. I had plans to meet my friend Wesley that I hadn't since high school later that afternoon, and thought it would be fun to get outside for a little bit with him somehow. I went to my texts to message Wesley, and remembered Nico still hadn't replied to me. I wondered briefly what he was up to, then sent Wesley a text.

Me: Yo. Hike today?

Wesley: Yes

Me: Awesome. Be there around 1

Wesley: Bet

Wesley answered the front door and we excitedly greeted each other. He looked the same as ever with his big, bushy eyebrows and perpetual grin. His features had basically stayed exactly the same since middle school.

He led me inside to the basement area where he so often stayed. During high school he'd converted the place into a "man-cave". It didn't seem like he'd changed at all over the last few years, and that was made more evident when we entered the basement to the familiar, strong smell of weed. My eyes widened when I saw Jack, another high school friend lounging in a beanbag chair.

"Oh, shit!" I said, grinning.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention but, surprise! Jack's here!" Wesley said.

"Jack!" I exclaimed. He got up from the beanbag, and we shook hands and fist bumped. He greeted me with a skewed smile, his hair a mess of dark, chaotic curls.

"Man, I haven't been here since senior year," I said wistfully, looking around the room. All the video game posters were still up, and the small black mini fridge sat dutifully next to the big leather couch, just like it always had.

"Back to the roots, I see," I said, noticing the bong on the coffee table. Wesley laughed.

"Yeah man, I told Barbara to not touch anything. I wanted to come home to home, y'know. It's just like senior year, down to the atom." Barbara was his mom's name. I still didn't know why he called her that. "Xbox still here too," he said, pointing to the TV. Without windows, it was a pretty dreary little room, lit only by a single crappy bulb and the glow of the TV. It felt stuffy and claustrophobic.

"Down to the atom," I repeated quietly.

"You tryna play?" Jack asked, gesturing to a controller besides the bong.

"I actually thought we were going to go hiking. That was the plan, yeah Wes?" I asked, looking at him.

"Yeah, it was," he said, falling back onto the couch. "I dunno though. I'm kinda chill to hang here though. Jack?"

"Mhm," Jack grunted, busy navigating menus in the game on the TV.

"Okay, well, I was kind of hoping that we'd go out. I've been indoors all week." I crossed my arms, a little annoyed. It was pretty typical for plans to randomly change with Wesley, a characteristic I'd forgotten about.

"Come sit," Wesley said, patting the couch. "Rocket League is better than outside."

"You want a beer?" Jack asked, crouched by the mini-fridge.

"That's okay, thanks," I said, sitting down on the couch next to Wesley. The two drank and played Rocket League while I sat around, watching. Jack had me play a few matches with him, and while it was fun, I was still feeling disappointed in the change of plans. I enjoyed some snacks, something to hold me over until dinner. After an hour or so of hanging out, I felt my phone vibrate and perked up.

Nico: Hey

Nico: Sorry I was at the beach

Nico: You are busy today right?

Me: Yeah kinda. With friends right now

Nico: Oh ok

Me: Were you in the water?

Nico: I was surfing for a few hours

Nico: It's so warm out today!!

Me: Yeah I know! I wanted to go hiking but my friends don't want to

Me: We are just playing Rocket League

Nico: Oh

Nico: That sucks

I wasn't sure what else to say, so I left it at that. I was watching Wesley and Jack play another match when he sent me another message.

Nico: I'd go hiking with you 💖

At first, I smiled to myself. So precious, so thoughtful. Then, I seriously considered his offer. I wondered why I was even there, when hiking with Nico would've been so much more appealing. Although I was looking forward to seeing my old friend for nearly a week, the reality wasn't so pleasant. Turning my head, I saw Wesley hitting the bong. Jack was laughing and taunting some other players over voice chat, while dipping his hand into an open bag of chips. I looked again at my phone, and Nico's message stared back at me.

Me: You want to?

Nico: OMG really?

Nico: YEAH!!!!!!! 😄🤩

Me: Let's do it!

Nico: So are you going to come get me? 🥰

Wesley casually kicked my leg with his foot. "Who's that?" he asked. "Girlfriend?"

I put my phone in my pocket, hoping he hadn't seen anything. "A friend," I replied nonchalantly, and yawned. "I think I'm gonna head out actually."

The two started to give me shit for leaving so soon, but I couldn't have cared less at that point. Walking out the door, I felt a real sense of freedom, and I was elated to be getting to see Nico again so soon.

I pulled into Nico's driveway and made my way to the front door. There was a slight breeze in the warm air, causing the trees to rustle faintly and the wind chimes on their porch to jingle. I rang the doorbell and Grace opened the door, pleased to see me. I told her the tale of my friends being lame, and how Nico offered to join me on a hike.

She laughed. "If I know anything about Nico, it's that he loves nature. I've never sent him to any summer camps or anything, though. I should try to get him in the Boy Scouts next summer," she joked.

"You should!" I said excitedly. "I was in the Boy Scouts and it was fantastic!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep. I was probably eleven when I started, and did it for a couple years. It's great for any kid that enjoys being outside. Grace, you just have to sign him up, he would love it!"

"I guess I'll have to try and make it happen then," she said, smiling, then called to him. I heard him trot down the stairs, and as he walked up to the door he smiled happily at me. He looked ready for a hike unlike me, wearing a light-gray tank top and reddish-orange hiking shorts, all topped off with a cute little camo boonie hat. A large sports water bottle dangled loosely from one of his fingers. He sat at the shoe bench and pulled his hiking boots on, staring excitedly into my eyes the whole time.

"Can you bring him back before six o'clock tonight?" Grace asked me, adjusting the string on his hat. "Little guy's got some plans," she said, patting his head, and he growled.

"Of course, Grace. We won't be too long. Oh, did you tell him about the water park yet?"

"Water park?" he asked, peering over from the bench. "Huh?"

"Well, my mom and my cousins wanted to go to a water park tomorrow. I told them no, because I know you wanted to hang out, but they invited you to tag along. Do you wanna come?"

"A water park?" His eyes got big. "Holy crap, I love water parks!" he practically shouted, and Grace laughed loudly. "I've never been to one, though. They have one here?"

"Well, it's kind of a drive. Close to an hour."

He looked lost in thought. "Yes, I wanna come! Wow Logan, I get to go to a water park with you," he said, rubbing his hands together.

I smiled. "My cousin will be coming, too. He's about your age. I think you guys could be friends."

He began to wriggle around excitedly. "Woohoo!" he exclaimed. "Boy, I'm so hyped!"

I was happy to see him so happy. I told Grace about the trail I was looking at, and she knew all about it already. We continued to chat about hiking areas for a bit while Nico struggled with his boots. Once he was finally set, we said goodbye to Grace, and he raced me to the car.

The doors slammed shut, and I turned to him. "I love your outfit," I said. "You look great." He flashed his dimples but said nothing, and peered over to see if his mom was still out, and saw she'd gone back inside. I was putting my seat belt on when he hastily scrambled over the center console and kissed me, making his way onto my lap and whimpering adorably into my mouth.

A little taken by surprise, I grabbed his butt, pulling him into me, and we made out for a while. I squeezed it, and he broke the kiss for a second to let out an obscene moan, before returning for more. We made out passionately for a few minutes before he finally pulled off and returned to his seat like nothing had happened. He wiped his mouth and fixed his displaced hat with a satisfied grin plastered on his face. I sat dazed for a moment before remembering where I was and started the car.

"Wow, you've been waiting for that, huh?" I said.

"You have no idea," he replied, smoothing out the lump at the front of his shorts.

"Will you do me?" Nico asked, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

We were in the small dirt parking lot of the trail, and I was finishing rubbing the sunscreen into my neck. Mom let me use her special sunscreen that I loved. It was basically odorless, and you couldn't even feel it on at all, yet it still worked as well as any sunscreen ever—magic.

"Of course," I said happily. I came over behind him and squirted some more sunscreen onto my hand, then took him by an arm and carefully rubbed it into his smooth skin. He shivered at the touch, and I did the same to his other arm, which was now covered in goosebumps.

I opened the car to put the sunscreen away, but he pushed the door closed and shouted, "Wait! You still have to do my face!"

"You don't need any on your face. You've got your hat." I pulled his brim upward to make my point.

He squinted and took it off, tossing it into the back seat of the car, then planted himself back in front of me, grinning a frisky grin. I shook my head, chuckling. Another squirt, and I started on his face. I used both hands for maximum efficiency, and playfully squeezed his cheeks. He looked up at me with palpable admiration. When I was happy with the coverage, I patted him on the cheek to signify my completion, and he giggled. Together we set off up the trail.

Nico talked animatedly about his morning at the beach as we walked. How he'd been surfing and another boy almost hit him with his board which started an argument, a scary moment when a lifeguard had to swim out to save a girl, and a million other things that all apparently happened in the span of just a few hours. I listened while admiring our surroundings of luscious green trees, big puffy clouds, and the occasional overview of the beautiful ocean. Nico tapped my hand with his, and looked up at me, silently requesting permission. I allowed him to take my hand, I explained at least until we saw or heard anyone else. He hummed happily to himself.

As people eventually came by, we had to sadly let go, and my hand felt suddenly cold and empty. We continued walking side by side until he sped ahead, placing himself in front of me. I noticed his butt swaying ever so slightly as he walked, and for the first time, I noticed he had a great one, outlined finely by his shorts, pert and petite. His skinny legs propelled him forward, covered at the bottom by a pair of short white socks. I wondered if he was aware of his swishing hips, or if he was just trying to entice me, and when he turned to shoot me a dirty grin, it confirmed everything I needed to know.

We reached a nice overlook spot and decided to sit down on a rock for a breather. He chugged some water while I relaxed and caught my breath. I asked him about his summer before he found me, and he filled me in on all the details.

"Have you lived here your whole life?" he asked me, looking out over the ocean.

"Yeah, pretty much. When I was two I moved temporarily with my dad for like a year, but I don't even remember that."

"That's cool. We only moved here about three years ago. We lived in the cold before. I think my mom told you about that."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really," he said, shivering at the memory. "I mean, maybe I did a little when I was there. But after being here for like a week, I already liked it better."

"And why's that?"

"Well, I love going to the beach. A lot. I don't really like wearing a lot of clothes, and when it snowed you'd have to pack them on like crazy! Oh, and the people are nicer, too. Like you! And, you live here too, some of the time at least." He sighed, and looked into my eyes. "I was really sad when you were gone. And I'm going to be really sad when you leave again, too, even though we've only been boyfriends for a day now. I kinda like you more than anyone else here, and I always have."

I put an arm around him and messed up his hair. "Wow Nico, you're the reason I'm happy to be back here right now. And you don't have to think of things that way," I told him. "Just appreciate the way things are now. Don't even think about me leaving, let's just enjoy our time together. We'll make some great memories."

He leaned his head into me. "I was kind of thinking we could get married," he said, his expression totally serious. "When I'm old enough. If that's okay with you," he added.

I laughed, and he frowned. Feeling the need to explain myself, I said, "That's... thinking pretty far ahead. Like I said, let's just focus on the moment."

I replied to some texts for a few minutes while he wandered around some bushes, I found out searching for bugs. "Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yep... gotta pee though," he said, balling his fists. I didn't say anything, expecting him to go about his business, but he just waited. "Don't you have to pee too?" he blurted out after a few seconds.

"Not really," I replied honestly. I suspected he was looking for a peep show, and I was too anxious to give it to him. He looked a little disappointed, but reluctantly disappeared into the bushes. I heard the concentrated splash of peeing, and then he wandered back over.

"You're really burning through that water, huh?" I said, wiggling a finger into his ribs.

He giggled. "Hehe, yeah, you should have some before I get through it all."

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe you will." He shook the water in front of my face. I snatched it from him and held it up for a large gulp. While I was drinking, Nico slyly reached up and lightly pushed the container, causing a sizable amount of water to spill onto my collar and shirt, as well as making me choke a little.

"Ack! What the hell, dude?" I shouted, coughing up water, fairly annoyed. I really hated getting my clothes wet, it was such an uncomfortable sensation.

"Sorry, I guess you're all wet now," he said, grinning impishly.

"Why did you do that?" I said, looming over him.

"It's not a big deal," he said, his smile fading.

In my irritation I splashed him back with a little bit of water. It splattered against his tank top, leaving a big dark gray patch, and small droplets splashed up onto his face.

"Agh, hey!" he shouted, now looking upset. We stood there quietly watching each other, dripping. Eventually, he turned away from me and lifted his tank top off, crumpling it into a ball, and stuffed it into his shorts. Standing topless, he rotated his head slightly to look back at me, searching for a response. While I wanted to show him my annoyance, the view was simply too stunning. I just couldn't look away from the luster of his tanned back in the sunlight, or the subtle curves of his shoulder blades.

My anger subsiding, I sighed and stripped off my damp shirt too. I realized that it was probably his plan all along as he stared at me agape. I did like to work out, mostly when I was back at school, so I did have some nice muscles. The look Nico gave me, however, was like he was staring at an Olympian God. He ogled me with such blatant desire that honestly startled me a little.

"Let's get on with it," I said, snapping him out of it. "I'd say we're almost halfway." He grinned enthusiastically, and reclaimed his spot beside me.

While we continued up the mountain trail, he frequently (and knowing him, purposefully) kept bumping me with his shoulder. I got the feeling he wanted to hold hands again, but we were passing by more people, and I was already nervous enough being shirtless with him. Of course, it wasn't that unusual to go shirtless when hiking on a hot trail, but I was still eternally paranoid that people would get the right idea. I also regretted not bringing the sunscreen with us, both because I was slowly growing more worried about him getting a burn, but also mostly because of the missed opportunity of rubbing him all over his body.

It was about another hour before we reached the peak, and damn was the effort worth it. The summit overlooked huge grassy hills, and past it, the vast ocean, blazing sun hovering above. Luckily for us, no one else was around up there, and we secured the best spot for the view. I sat down in the dirt to take it all in, steadying myself with my arms, and Nico followed my lead. The soft breeze cooled our bodies.

He had another sip of water and sighed contentedly, then brought the container hovering, slightly tilted above my leg. I looked over at him and our eyes met. A cheeky smile crossed over his lips. His attitude bothered me, how could he not tell I didn't want him pouring water on me?

"Nico, don't," I said, slowly reaching my hands out to the bottle. He smirked and attempted to dump some water on my shorts. I spread my legs to dodge the flow, but it still splashed me a little.

I stood up. "You're going crazy with that! I'm going to have to confiscate it." I reached out again for the water bottle, but he pulled it away. "You're gonna play it like that, huh?" He just smirked mischievously, taunting me. "Give me that!" I lunged at him, but he pushed himself away from me, quickly getting to his feet and running off, laughing maniacally. I got up too and ran after him, chasing him, again reaching for the water.

"You can't be trusted," I said, cornering him against a small cliff. "Give it to me." I was closing in on him when he suddenly thrust the container forward, splattering my bare chest.

"Damn it, Nico!" I shouted. Once again, I wanted to be annoyed with his antics, but he was having fun, and I once again failed to retain my anger as a smile crept across my face. He giggled and tried to get away but I caught him by the arm. He went to splash me again, but I grabbed the bottle from him. Determined for revenge, I considered my options.

He was laughing a very child-like laugh as I secured both his wrists with one hand while I forcefully dumped the rest of the remaining water all over his head, shoulders, and chest. He sputtered, laughing maniacally on the ground. I was laughing too now, and as I let him go he immediately jumped on me, knocking me over onto the ground with him on top. The bottle fell on the ground beside us where we wrestled, flipping over repeatedly and kicking dirt into the air.

I was stronger, but he was small and tricky to handle, resulting in a pretty even battle. Because of that, I had to resort to tickling him in order to win. When I finally got on top of him, I began tickling his chest, around his nipples, and then his armpits. He was howling, and tried kicking to get me off.

"Okay, okay I give!" he shrieked through his laughing fit. His face was bright pink and soaked with water and sweat.

"That'll teach you," I said, pulling myself off of him and standing above him. "Don't mess with me," I added, flexing an arm.

He lay on the ground covered in dirt and mud that clung to him by the water he was drenched in. His laughter gradually ceased, and he lay recovering on the ground for a moment before slowly pulling himself to his feet.

I shook my head at him. "You're filthy," I said in mock disgust.

"It's your fault!" he cried, totally out of breath, and shoved my arm playfully.

"You started it," I replied, cringing at my own childish response as it left my mouth.

He knelt down to grab his water bottle. "Have to pee yet?" he asked.

"What is with you today?"

"I have to pee again."

"Go, then."

"Come with me."

"I don't have to go."

"Doesn't matter. I want you to come. I need a bathroom buddy."

"Okay, whatever." There weren't any bushes to hide behind up here, and he walked up to the edge of the cliff while I followed him at a distance.

"Careful," I admonished, reaching an arm out. He stuck his tongue at me and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Turning to me with confidence, he pulled his shorts down slightly. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his hard uncut dick popped out, bobbing lewdly in the air, stiff as a nail and pink towards the tip. Though I'd seen it a few days prior, I was embarrassed at seeing it so plainly in broad daylight, and averted my gaze.

"I need your help," he said, and I felt him staring into the side of my head. I peeked over at him. He pushed his boner forward with one hand and let it spring back into place.

"What do you need?" I asked, still not looking directly at him.

"Uh, I'm hard. Can't pee," he explained.

"So wait for it to go away."

"It's not gonna. Come play with it?"

I watched him thrust his hips forward out of the corner of my eye. "Nico, no, I can't. Not right now."

"Why not? Just real quick. Please!" he whined, holding it at the base.

"Because we're in public. Anyone could come up. Just hurry up and go to the bathroom."

"You don't want to do it anymore," he accused. "You didn't want to do it yesterday, and—"

"Nico, I already told you, we need to be careful about doing that kind of stuff. We can do it in private, but just not when other people are around."

"We are in private! Nobody's here!" he shouted. I didn't reply. "Fine, whatever," he sulked. He turned away from me, then turned back to shout, "At least it's going down now!" He stood for a few seconds at the edge of the cliff, waiting for his erection to subside, then peed off. I turned away and put my shirt back on.

After he finished, he zipped back up, and came back over to me. We started walking back the way we came up. "Nobody even came up," he said grumpily, and made a point of looking away from me. Clearly, he didn't understand what I was saying, and I was concerned that I believed he did previously. I felt worried that maybe the relationship was too risky for us with his level of carelessness.

We descended the mountain, independently wrapped up in our individual thoughts. His spirits were much lower, and while I was sorry to think that I'd disappointed him, I was glad I could keep my wits and not risk us getting into serious trouble.

He stayed quiet for most of the descent, and I was disheartened to watch him climb into the back seat when we got to the car. I followed him into the back where he was sulking, and sat next to him, closing the door. We sat looking forward, and he fidgeted with his shorts. He was still shirtless and caked in mud, wearing a frown. I spotted a streak of mud stained on the back of his seat.

"Can you lean forward? You're getting the seat dirty," I instructed calmly. He did so, but his eyebrows furrowed and he looked down.

I placed my hand on his knee. "Hey, I really like you, Nico. I hate being the bad guy here, it's just that, well... I'm older, and I have to be responsible. I think you're very cute, and super fun to be around. I love who you are as a person. I need to make sure though, if this relationship just exists for you to get off... I'm not really interested. But you should tell me now if this is something serious, or just lust. I... I want to know if it's really you who likes me, or if it's just your dick."

I could tell he was holding back tears, but with that he immediately started bawling. It caught me off guard, and he leapt onto my side and cried into me. "I'm sorry Logan, it's not like that, honest," he sputtered. "I really do like you and I don't want you to feel like I'm just using you! It's just confusing for me, and yeah maybe sometimes I do just want to... you know, do stuff, but I think you're so amazing, and I'm so happy being around you. No grown-ups are ever nice to me like the way you are. I'm so sorry..." He sniffled and I held him close.

I felt bad. It was hard for me to know how he felt, or if what he felt was even genuine, because in truth he was just a little kid with no real experience. But then I realized, I also had no idea what love really was, and with no real experience myself, what position was I in to make sense of things?

"I'm sorry for accusing you like that. It's just that you've been moody when I told you we couldn't do 'stuff'. I know I'm just overthinking things again. It's silly, I know that the spark between us is real. You're amazing too, and you make me happy."

He pressed further into my side, and I took him in my arms. His naked skin felt incredibly warm against mine. We hugged the backseat, doing our best to improve each other's moods, when an idea suddenly came to me.

"Hey, I've got a fun surprise for you," I said softly into his ear. He looked up curiously and let go of me.

"Oh?"

I got out of the back and got in the driver's seat. "What time is it?" I asked him.

He checked his phone and told me. "It's almost four o'clock."

"Let's go somewhere fun," I said, and started the car. "Come on up here with me, but watch the seats, mud boy." I patted the passenger seat, and his frown finally flipped.

We pulled up to my "secret" spot: a secluded shoulder off a quiet road that led down to a lesser-known little stretch of beach. Nico had found my sunglasses again on the drive, and was wearing them. He was still topless, so lucky me got to apply sunscreen to his whole upper body this time. He purred like a cat when I sensually rubbed his nipples.

"I don't remember giving you permission to fondle me," he complained once I stopped.

"Hey, don't play that, you wanted me to jerk you off not even an hour ago," I reminded him. He blushed and giggled innocently.

I grabbed us some towels from the car, and we headed down. The path was a steep winding downhill trail, shaded heavily by trees. I guess you could say it was a little unsafe, but I had him hold my hand as we stumbled our way down, and I held his waist with my other hand to steady him whenever we were presented with a difficult section. The path eventually opened up into a large beach, with beautiful golden sand, and not a single person in sight.

"Whoa!" he said, his eyes big as he took in the surroundings. "I never even knew this was here!"

"Yeah, pretty cool right? It's not really well-known." It was a hidden beach my friend and I stumbled upon when we were little. It wasn't totally private, as people could still walk by from other beaches, but the sketchy entrance trail acted as a good gatekeeper for direct access.

"There's nobody here!" he said in awe, as he walked forward to get a better view.

"I thought you'd like it," I grinned at him.

He looked over and smiled gleefully, then without hesitation, pushed his shorts down to his ankles. The view was all too familiar, but with a fresh new bonus: his gorgeous butt. I hadn't really seen it before, but wow, it was something to behold. Less tan than the rest of his body, it was small and perfectly round, perfectly crafted. Way better than any girls' butts I'd seen. I thought I noticed something small and red around his butt cheeks, but I couldn't get a good look before he took off towards the water, diving in with a loud splash.

I stood watching, astounded by his beauty, and also in awe of his all-too-familiar boldness. I took a quick look around to make sure nobody else was on the nearby coast, and they weren't. Nico was splashing around by the shore, and I approached him. We had left our shoes in the car, and I let the cool waves wash over my feet.

"You're crazy, going naked here!" I called out.

"I'm not naked, I have these on!" he called back, lifting the sunglasses. "Besides, I thought that's why you brought me here!"

"I brought you here to clean the mud off of your body!"

He popped out of the water and pretended to weakly scrub his chest, before turning to me. "You'll help me, won't you?"

I nervously looked around again, but decided that we were safely alone, at least for now. I took my own shorts off, and set them over in the sand next to his. Left in just boxer-briefs, I headed over to join him in the sea. He swam away from me, and I chased him in the water, and we ended up playing for a bit. Eventually I caught up to him and grabbed him. Holding him up by an armpit, I scoured his body of mud. He was so extraordinarily soft, my hands slipped across his wet skin effortlessly. I accidentally brushed against his soft little sea cucumber, and with a jolt he pushed off of me, laughing and diving into the shallow water.

I was turning around looking for him when I realized I lost track of him. Before I could start freaking, I saw a tan blob moving around under the water near me, and breathed a sigh of relief. The blob charged right at me and started tugging at my underwear. At first, I laughed at his antics, but then freaked when I felt him actually try to pull them down. I'd never been naked in a public place, and even though no one was around, I just couldn't do it. I lightly kicked him away, and thankfully he understood the gesture.

We swam around for a bit longer, and he eventually paddled himself to the shore and got out. I watched from the water as he walked up the sand and then collapsed onto his back, totally exposed to the world. He had absolutely zero shame, and I seriously wondered how he had the balls to do it. Regarding his balls, they sat taut underneath his flaccid penis, with droplets of salt water trickling down them, looking absolutely delectable.

"Just... resting!" he called out drowsily, waving his hand limply in the air. I continued to swim around but most of my focus was on him, and his beautiful tanned body relaxing on the shore.

He had his hands resting underneath his head and one leg draped over the other, enjoying what was left of the sun. I checked around again to make sure nobody was in sight, but spotted two silhouettes way off in the distance, walking down the beach towards us. I climbed out of the water and gazed at him. The view started to give me a hard-on, and I was useless to hide it, so I went and grabbed a towel to partially cover myself, and walked over to him.

"Hey, beautiful," I said, crouching next to him. He lifted the sunglasses for a second and smiled, squinting in the sunlight. "You should put your shorts back on. This place isn't completely private."

"I don't care," he said with a smirk, crossing his arms. "Let 'em look."

"Nico," I said, growing a little more serious. "This is what freaks me out. What would people think if they saw us right now?"

"Hmm..." He tapped his cheek in thought, then grinned. "They would probably think I'm really hot. And that you're really hot." He paused. "They would think we're just a couple of hot guys," he concluded, chuckling to himself.

I noticed he was starting to get a boner, pulsing upward slowly with his heartbeat, and apprehensively looked around again. Spotting the two small figures in the distance, I said "Look, there's people coming from over there. They're gonna wonder what the hell I'm doing here with a naked kid."

"It's stupid that everyone is so freaked out by nudity. I mean, it's like the most natural thing ever!"

"Yeah maybe so, but we're not the ones who get to decide what's appropriate. If we were on a nude beach it would be fine, but we're not." I looked back at the people coming down the beach. "I need you to put your shorts on."

He just stared off into the sky defiantly and sighed loudly. "We're not doing anything anyway, just swimming and hanging out. I wish we could run away and live together, and make our own rules. Why can't you adopt me? Oh man, that would be so awesome!"

"Yeah, I do think something like that would be really cool, but you have a wonderful mother who cares a lot about you. I'm sure you don't want to give that up."

"Hm, I guess so. She's kind of crazy sometimes, though."

"That's just moms for you." I walked over and picked up his hiking shorts, and dangled them in front of his face. He scrunched his nose. "C'mon," I said, "up."

"Noooo," he whined, yanking the shorts from my hands and tossing them elsewhere. He began scooping sand onto his thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"Just bury me," he said, dumping more sand onto himself.

"What?"

"Bury me. In the sand. That way I'll still be naked, and you and everyone else'll be happy. I think you should get more comfortable with nudity, though," he said, swirling a finger in the sand.

Rolling my eyes, I relented. "Okay, sure, fine." I saw that the people were still far off in the distance, and quickly dried myself with the towel, stepping back into my shorts. Turning back to him, I found him posed like a starfish, limbs spread out and eyes shut. I knelt by him and began pushing sand onto his arms, soon covering them completely. His penis had become completely stiff, pointing at an angle between his body and the sky, and I wondered if that would make it difficult to cover up.

"What do you want me to do about this?" I asked him, grasping it delicately with two fingers, causing him to shiver.

"I dunno. It's your problem."

"You sure you don't want to put your shorts on?" I looked down at his penis, finding his foreskin retracted around the delicate purple-ish bulb. "The hoodie's off, I don't want any sand getting into any places it shouldn't, and I don't think you do either," I said, inspecting his penis.

"Just cover me up already idiot, sheesh, and stop staring at my cock!" he complained, and we both laughed.

Repositioning myself, I pushed some more sand to cover his feet and legs, then laughed when I looked up and saw just a head with sunglasses and a torso, sporting an extremely rigid erection. He began to giggle too when he noticed what I was laughing at, and began shaking his lower body, causing it to bounce back and forth horizontally. Next I did his chest and covered everything except his groin, just for fun. It was a really hilarious view. I kind of wanted to give it a few tugs, but felt hurried knowing other people were somewhat closeby.

Finally, I covered the twitching thing, which caused a mound in the sand, and I had to fix it by adding more sand to the rest of his body to even it all out. In the end, he looked totally inconspicuous, and I had to admire my excellent work. To complete the disguise, I retrieved his shorts, and hid them under our towels.

Several minutes passed, and the people finally walked by. It was a couple probably in their late twenties. I was sitting on top of Nico's covered body, and as they passed they waved, and I waved back for the both of us. The woman laughed when she saw Nico's head (his actual head) sticking out of the sand. Mission accomplished.

Nico chatted happily with me until they'd long gone. He was enthralled with the naughtiness of the situation. Once I made sure the coast was clear, I swiveled around and kissed him on his exposed face, then pushed the sunglasses onto the top of his head. He opened his mouth for me and I pressed my tongue inside. While we french kissed, he sat up, breaking free of his sand prison, and threw his arms around my neck. I lifted his eighty-ish pounds until I was standing, holding him by his thighs. His erection, as stiff as it was when I first covered it, mashed sloppily against my bare chest, but instead of the usual smoothness, it was rough like sandpaper.

I could tell the thrusting was pleasuring him as I felt a slight stickiness between us, but the sand was making me lose my grip on him, and after a minute or two I was forced to set him down. We both took a moment to recover.

"Can we play now?" he asked impatiently.

"No we can't, we're still in public, and also I need to get you home soon. Your mom said you've got things to do tonight."

He looked ready to complain further, but then his eyes sparkled. "Oh yeah!"

"So why don't you go wash up in the water again."

"Kay."

"And give me those," I said, swiping the sunglasses from him. Without a fuss, he energetically leaped back into the water and cleansed himself of the sand. He dove under, and I watched him comb his hair for sand. After a minute, he came out shiny, naked, wet, and most importantly, flaccid. I dried him off and helped him back into his shorts, and we began the short trek back up to the car.

"Thanks Logan, this beach rocks!" he said, walking up the sand. "You have to bring me back here!" He was beaming. So was I.

It was late evening, and I was hanging in the living room with my mom. She had a sewing documentary playing on our large television, but was instead fully engaged in conversation with her friend on the phone. I was busy clipping my nails on the couch when my phone buzzed. Placing the clippers on the table, I took a look at what I hoped was a message from Nico. It was.

Nico: Did you get it?

Me: ?

Nico: Snapchat

Me: Oh, no, I haven't yet

Nico: Hurry

An urgent need for Snapchat? I wondered what it possibly could be about. I didn't have to think too hard though, as many mostly-tan images popped into my head. Intrigued to say the least, I created my account and sent him the username. After friending each other, he immediately replied with a close up picture of his face and a cut-off smile, accompanied by the text "Hi". I couldn't tell where the hell he was. After playing around with the app for a bit I figured out how the messaging worked.

Me: Hey

Nico: 🙈

His next picture came in, and as I opened it, I sat up on the couch and swallowed. It was taken from above, and he was sitting down on a toilet seat with his pants and boxers pushed down around his ankles. Half naked, he was only dressed in a dark gray zipped up jacket. He'd stuck his tongue out, and was holding his hard dick, pointed straight up at the camera, winking at me. A countdown timer read ten seconds.

Naughty kid! I subconsciously tilted the phone away from my mom and looked around the room as casually as I could. She was seated in an accent chair, invested in her phone conversation. I stared excitedly at the image until the timer ran out and kicked me out. I coolly got up and stretched, mentioning something about being back shortly. My mom nodded without looking at me.

I quickly made my way into my bedroom. Closing and locking the door in a single motion, I ran and jumped onto my bed.

Nico: Sooooo?

Me: Wow, really hot!

Me: Where are you?

Another ding, another Snapchat. This time however, it was a video. I gulped and played it back. It was the same angle from before, and he was still naked from the waist down. He brought the camera down in front of himself, and loosely jerked his dick up and down with three of his fingers. The head of his penis poked out of the foreskin rhythmically, and turning the volume up, I could hear his steady breathing. It was only a couple of seconds before the video ended, and I was as hard as I could possibly be.

Nico: At the movies with a friend

Nico: Had to go to the bathrooms bcuz I'm still horny from earlier 🥵

Me: You have me feeling 🥵 too

I took a photo of my own and sent it to him: the massive bump in my shorts he'd caused. I was just beginning to unbutton them when a new photo came in. It was only his perfect dick and balls, close up. Really close up. I could say without a doubt he was fully, completely hairless, not a single pubic hair in sight, and balls as smooth as an orange. His penis was jutting out at full attention, and the tip glowed with a pinker aura than the rest of the shaft. He must have received my photo because a few messages arrived.

Nico: WHOA

Nico: 😉

Nico: Can I see????

It was a crossroads; I know Nico had never seen me exposed before, and this would definitely advance our relationship. I was nervous thinking about showing myself to him, but accepted that any boundaries that existed have already been crossed pretty hard, and elected to not worry too much about it. I pulled down the front of my shorts and my slightly-above-average cock popped out. Surely not as pretty as his, but certainly more masculine. Looking at it, the difference in our size became extremely apparent to me, and I felt a little crummy about perving on such a small kid, even though I knew he was clearly the one coming on to me and getting me into this whole mess.

I stroked myself a few times to reach full mast, then captured the photo: a close-up similar to his of my dick and balls pulled out of my shorts, the biggest difference being that mine was resting upon a small tuft of dark pubic hairs. I liked to keep my body hair appropriately trimmed, so it wasn't a total mess, but I did envy the total smoothness of his body. Drunk in my lust for him at that moment, I sent the photo over, then took a moment to think to myself.

This crazy twelve-year-old got so horny at the movies with his friend, that he had to step out to the bathrooms to sext me. I loved it. Waiting anxiously for his reply, I started to stroke my cock, replaying back the image of his in my head. I was going at it for about a minute, enjoying the feelings when I realized he still hadn't replied. Slowly I began to grow worried, maybe the photo grossed him out or made him change his mind about me. I started to feel self-conscious about sending such a private image to him, and a little vulnerable, just sitting and waiting for something to happen, and felt my boner begin to wane. I didn't have to wait too long, however, because a few moments later another photo came in, and I perked up (in more ways than one).

It was the prior above angle, and he was still half-naked like before. This time, though, his cheeks were tinted pinkish, and his penis was drooping slightly down into the toilet rim. Putting my face closer, I noticed a slight glimmer on the edge of the toilet seat and on the floor. Holy crap! He'd shot his clear cum all over the stall! The thought was stupidly arousing to me. A follow-up message came through.

Nico: Sorry, I cummed

He must have been super worked up, because he came in only about five minutes. I guessed he probably wanted to get back to the movie, and I felt a little disappointed that it likely marked the end of our little sexting adventure, but suddenly some more chats arrived.

Nico: Yours is so hot OMG Logan!

Nico: I want to see it in person 🤤

Me: Haha maybe next time

Nico: It made me shoot super hard like when you did it

I smiled, reliving the memory.

Nico: 😝 K gonna go back to the movie bye 😘

I sat on the bed with my rock hard erection, wondering what to do with myself. Surely I couldn't go look at normal porn after that, the idea seemed so unsatisfying to me. I could feel my heart beating, waiting for my body to finish up its task. Thankfully, my thoughtful boyfriend came to the rescue, with one final picture. This one didn't have a timer to my relief, so I could enjoy it for as long as I wanted.

It was one of the hottest images I'd ever seen, and knowing he sent it for one purpose made me extra determined. I pulled my shorts and underwear fully off, not taking my eyes off the screen, and went to work pounding my overly-stiff dick. Examining the photo closely, I drank in every inch of detail included in the photo.

It was a full-body shot, and he must have used a self-timer or something, because he wasn't holding his phone and was standing up against the door of the stall, pants still down. His blonde hair hung just over his eyelashes, rosy cheeks surrounding a naughty smile. His still-hard penis pointed straight up, aligning with the zipper of his jacket. The tip of his foreskin glistened with his semen, and appeared to be dripping a little. He pointed at it excitedly with both hands in a finger gun pose, hips pushed forward to show off his beautiful prong.

I felt like I had never been this horny before in my life, as precum dripped madly onto my flailing hand. Making myself more comfortable on the bed, I stripped my shirt off and laid back, working at it for not even twenty more seconds before going rigid and firing a ton of cum all over my stomach. It was a very long orgasm, longer than any I could remember, and while I wasn't normally the noisy type when jerking off, I found myself groaning softly for the whole duration, wrapped in the pleasure provided by Nico and his magic wand. When the splattering finally ended, I fell back onto the sheets, more than spent.

After a short recovery period, I sat back up, remembering the lack of tissue in the room. I hobbled over to the connected bathroom to clean myself up. Returning to my room, I climbed back onto the bed and lazily grabbed my phone. Nico's picture was still open, and I dismissed it, then sent him my appreciation.

Me: Thank you, that was amazing

Me: You are so insanely sexy

Nico: 😉