Page 27 of Little Boy Toy

Zale laughed. “So you’re saying I have to be a daddy to accurately figure out what you want?”

“No. You’re just psychic a little bit, I think.”

Zale laughed and took out another hat. It was dark blue, like a fisherman’s hat without the lures hanging from the sides. He put it on his head. It hid his windblown hair and shadowed his pretty blue eyes, which I didn’t like. I wanted to see all of him.

“Okay now,” Zale said, “hold out your hands and I’ll load you up.”

I did as he asked, and he set the stack of towels and blankets on my arms. He picked up the picnic basket and said, “Let’s go find a spot. I’ll come back for the toys.”

I followed him into the sand.

10

Zale

The sea breeze was soft and warm, with eddies every once in a while strong enough to lift the blanket. I placed the picnic basket on the wind side edge to keep the blanket in place. Kendry placed the stack of towels and the extra blanket on the other corner.

With everything in place, including the beach toys, I brought out the sunscreen.

“You did think of everything.” Kendry’s eyes were wide with wonder.

I couldn’t get enough of watching his sweet reactions to everything, the sea, the sand, the toys… and me.

Kendry pulled off his shirt and shoes, then started undoing his shorts. I couldn’t help but watch. He was enticing, unzipping his little short-shorts and shimmying them down his lean-muscled, hairless legs. Even more enticing was what was beneath. Stretchy, hot pink trunks that barely covered his slim ass.

Since I now knew he wasn’t actually ace, I allowed my gaze to linger. I always thought he was lovely to look at, but now I allowed myself to respond.

I gulped back my desire and handed him the sunscreen. He took it in his hand and looked at it, then at me. “Can you put some on my back?”

He was going to allow me to touch him. I bit hard at the inside of my lip to control my grin. “Sure.”

I squirted some on his shoulders and he let out a peep. “That’s cold.”

“It was in the cooler.” I placed my palms on his skin and began to rub.

He was warm and smooth, and my hands slowly slipped over his silken skin. It was all I could do to control my arousal in public.

I squirted more lotion and moved my hands lower to his waist and the small of his back. He was mesmerizing, standing so still, his body pliant and young, ripples of muscle giving beneath my strokes.

“Do you want me to do the backs of your legs?”

I heard his breaths. One long breath in. One out.

“Yes, please.”

I knelt behind him, a bit overwhelmed at the closeup of his soft, slim thighs. I would now have to touch them. With sunscreen lotion on my hands.

I got a little dizzy as I upended the bottle into one palm. Could I have bought the spray version? Certainly. Getting to touch Kendry in this way had been premeditated on my part when I’d browsed the sunscreen selections at the store.

Now I faced two sweet globes caught in stretchy hot pink trunks that pressed tightly against his skin. The edges pressed against his firmness. There were light hairs on the back of his thighs, glinting in the sunlight.

All I could hear now were the waves fizzing and sighing along the shore.

I reached out. My hand looked big against his leg. When I pressed down, all I sensed was warmth shimmering through my hand and up my arm. I stroked down, leaving a white smear on him, my entire body absorbing that warmth, that touch.

Kendry’s leg quivered. He bent his knee as if to regain his balance.

I repeated the procedure on his other thigh. By then the cauldron inside me had overflowed to my balls and cock. Good thing I was wearing loose trunks that went halfway down my own thighs.

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