Page 35 of Hold On

“Slow down,” Col said.

“I have.”

“Even slower. Let me do that bit, Theo.”

“No, I want to.”

“Now you’ve chopped it off.”

“It looks better that size.”

“Why don’t you make a little version.”

“Ooh. Okay. Where?”

“Halfway down the beach?”

“That’s not nice.”

“Sorry.”

There was the sound of lips locking and Theo said in a dreamy voice, “Thatisnice.”

Ren laughed.

All was quiet for a while until Theo suddenly wailed, “Oh no! My little one is crumbling. Shall I get more water.”

“Yes, but don’t tip it on with the bucket. You’ll wash it away… You’ve washed it away.”

“Oops.”

“Try again. That sand should stick together now.”

Dominic didn’t think of himself as having any artistic skill at all. He’d tried a painting class at Marsden, but hadn’t enjoyed it because he wasn’t any good at it and didn’t feel that was likely to change. Just as at school, the teacher had only been interested in helping the ones who showed talent. But he’d never tried sculpting and shaping the sand was more satisfying than he’d thought it would be. He ran his hands down the figure’s legs, smoothing and moulding the sand until the thighs looked as lifelike as he could get them. He added a fistful of wet sand for the knees, then worked on those and the lower legs.

The sand wasn’t strong enough to hold the shape of toenails or finger nails but he could imagine them there. He did add nipples and an attempt at a six pack, marked out with the edge of a broken shell. He wasn’t going to add the scars that looked like stab wounds.

Ren’s sand figure was better than his and Dominic made a few adjustments to the one he was working on, including the addition of huge balls.

“Whatareyou imagining?” Ren asked.

“Should I go bigger?”

Ren chuckled and added more inches to his dick. “Is that life-size?”

“Mmm.”

“We’re done,” Ren shouted. “Quick while it’s still standing.”

“We’re done too.” Theo moved the windbreak and let out a loud laugh when he saw what Dominic and Ren had made.

“Oh damn,” Ren said as his cock collapsed. “Is that typical?”

Dominic said nothing.

Ren rebuilt it with a commentary of groans and moans that made Col chuckle and Dominic go hot. While Theo was busy taking pictures, Dominic went to look at the lion his brother had made. It was incredible. He couldn’t work out how Col had managed to add that amount of detail or make such sharp edges. Theo’s lion cub looked like—Dominic wasn’t sure. Not like a lion.A pig?

“That’s amazing,” Ren said at his shoulder. “You should do it for a living, Col. Oh yeah, you do, but not with sand.”

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