drifted to my cock, which was already half-hard and sprang to attention at the lightest touch. Gus was lovely, and I was sure he’d only be more so if I could see all of his skin. He wasn’t all that tall—I had a good four inches on him, if not more—but his slim, elfin build was like catnip for my cock.
What would his ass look like? I brushed away the memory of how he’d frozen at my touch and indulged the fantasy that he might want me to touch him, instead. That he’d melt as my hands smoothed over his ass, rubbed his thighs, caressed every inch of his skin. That he’d whimper in pleasure as my tongue claimed his mouth, then roamed across his chest and down to his cock.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I replayed the memory of finding him that morning on the beach, rewriting it to one where Gus was naked instead of clothed. Imagined him clinging to me in fright and relief as I carried him up to the house. Pictured him begging to repay my kindness any way he could. Opening up and offering himself to me as a thank you. Telling me I could take him any way I wanted.
I wasn’t even sure what I’d pick. Gus’s lips were so sweet, if a little bruised, and they’d look perfect wrapped around my dick, red and swollen. Or would I tell him to get on all fours instead, to arch his back and spread his hole wide for me?
Would I tell him to get on top, to ride my cock as his own bounced up and down? I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to be large, surprisingly so for his frame, or if I wanted it to be petite like the rest of him.
I worked my cock, hand pumping up and down, using precum to slick the way. Small, I decided. A small dick would be hottest, even more so if Gus were just a little bit ashamed of it, like he didn’t want me to see.
It didn’t matter, after all. I was never going to see it in real life, so I gave myself over to the fantasy of Gus acting shy at first, then wanton as I fucked him, his dick bobbing back and forth as he moved his hips and then shot his load, hands-free, onto my chest.
With a moan of my own, I came in a rush, cum splattering into my hand and onto my stomach. Fuck, it had been a while since I’d jerked off, but even so, that was the strongest orgasm I’d had in years.
It was immediately followed by shame, though. None of what I’d just imagined was okay. Gus would be horrified if he knew what I wanted.
Get it together, I snapped at myself. No more thinking about the beguiling boy you found on the beach, or the way his lips looked when he put them on the edge of his water glass at dinner, or the glimpse you got of his collarbone, peeking out of the neck of his sweater, or anything else. Just stop.
I grabbed a tissue from the box next to my bed and cleaned myself off, then rolled over and closed my eyes. I was going to sleep. I was going to sleep, and not think about Gus again.
So there.
Five seconds later, I heard a crash.
7
Ari
Why couldn’t I control myself around Holden?
It was like there was some kind of forcefield around him that drew me in. He was a magnet, and I was but a lowly paperclip, desperate to cling to him. Anytime he passed within five feet of me, I practically came in my pants.
Which, let’s be real, were dirty enough already that it wouldn’t have made much of a difference, but still. The point was, I couldn’t be trusted. I’d only known the guy for a day. Thirteen hours, and I’d been asleep for most of those, and yet here I was, throwing myself at him.
Someone needed to take me out to sea and drown me. Except, maybe someone had already tried.
I shivered and wrapped my arms tighter around myself as I climbed the stairs back to my room. I hadn’t even seen the ocean yet—when I’d woken up this evening, it had already been dark out. But knowing it was close by, waiting, was a creepy thought.
If only I could remember anything that might be useful. But I couldn’t even recall the events in my dreams. All I