Page 50 of Fresh Start
I bit Dawson's lower lip and stayed there for a moment, teasing the man before I replied. "Just a little bit. But I like it."
"Then you're a creep too."
"Guilty as charged.” I laughed and groped Dawson. Dawson opened his mouth in shock, and I wasted no time in prodding my tongue into his mouth.
"Come on, then. Let's have ourselves some picnic," I said and ran away to the edge of the forest and onto a little nook of a beach that was entirely private.
Dawson followed behind me. When we both got to the shore, we stood there for a few moments while Dawson admired the view. The cove didn’t stretch further than a couple of miles, and the water glistened, reflecting the sunlight from above.
“This is gorgeous,” Dawson said.
“It is,” I said looking at him.
Dawson blushed. He looked down at the basket and took the picnic cloth out to lay it on the sand. I got a few pebbles to put on the edges so it didn’t blow off, although it was highly unlikely with how hot and windless it currently was out here in the open.
“Oh crap. We didn’t bring any swimming trunks,” Dawson said when he sat down.
“Speak for yourself,” I said and pulled my jeans down to reveal my swim shorts.
“Hey, that’s unfair,” Dawson complained.
I put my thumbs under the waistband and looked at Dawson with as much want as I could put into my face.
“You can borrow them if you want,” I said.
“What about you?” he said, and when I pulled the shorts down, he looked around him in panic.
“There’s no one here, baby. We can both go commando. In fact, I believe it’s one of the rules of this cove,” I said and threw my swim shorts in his face.
My dick was already hard, so it cast its own shadow on the sand, a detail that Dawson didn’t fail to notice.
“You’re such a tease,” he said.
“Come on,” I said and started running toward the sea. “Last one to the water tops.”
Dawson jumped off the picnic cloth and ran behind me while trying to take his clothes off.
I got to the water first and dived under it straight away. When I came out, Dawson splashed me.
“Fuck. Do I have to top?” he shouted at me.
“I mean... you don’t have to,” I laughed, and he attacked me with his mouth.
“I’d love to fuck you. But only if you promise to fuck me first.”
Instead of shaking his hand, I took hold of his cock under the water and rubbed it.
“You’re a motherfucking tease. And I lov—uh,” he moaned before he could finish his sentence.
He reached out for my erection and palmed mine while I palmed his, all while we kissed.
His lips were salty and his tongue forceful, but passionate. Before I could come, Dawson straddled me and lifted his butt over my cock.
“Will you?” he asked. “I’m negative.”
I didn’t usually do this. Considering the high HIV risk for gay men in London, I’d learned to not trust anyone and always used a hood. But I believed Dawson when he told me he hadn’t had sex in a long time. It’d taken me the whole day to get his hole not to be so tight. And I trusted him. As stupid as it sounded, I did.
“Me too,” I said and grabbed my cock and pushed the head against his sphincter.
