Page 72 of Rhymes with Metaphor
They were nearly home when the rain cleared, and the sun made an appearance.
“Do you want to turn around?”said Joel.
“I’m taking you to another special place now.”
Reg drove them to the pebble beach, parked, and got out.Joel got out too, and Reg wondered, from the way he was walking, if he was still feeling the aftereffects of the train station.They walked to the top of the beach and looked across the water.
“It’s beautiful,” said Joel.
The beach had always been a special place for Reg, but more so now he was seeing the wonder and curiosity in Joel’s eyes.
He led Joel down the terraced slope of rounded stones, from lightest grey, where they were always dry, to thundercloud grey where they were covered at high tide.Unlike Joel, Reg had mastered the art of walking down the slope of shifting stones without turning an ankle, and he had to catch hold of Joel’s elbow and steady him before he toppled.The only sound was the wind gusting, the waves, and the clinking of the stones shifting under their feet.
“What are those round depressions?”said Joel, pointing to the hollowed-out areas in the slope.
“People excavate them to sunbathe in on hot days.The deeper down the stones are, the cooler they are.”
As they walked along the edge of the water, Joel bent and picked up a stone shaped like a seashell.
“There are a few stones like that,” said Reg.
“It’s a fossil.Looks like a mollusc.”Joel rinsed the sand off.He went on his phone and looked up something.“I was right.It’s a mollusc.Common name: Devil’s toenail.”He put it in his pocket.
“Here’s another.”Reg picked it up and showed it to Joel.“Mine’s bigger than yours.”
“I’ll have to take your word for that,” said Joel.
“Ha ha.”
Joel looked across the channel.“Is that France?”
Reg laughed.“Geography isn’t your subject, is it?”
“No.”
“It’s England.That town across the way is where John Cleese was born.”
“Who’s John Cleese?”said Joel.
“Good god, Joel.Where were you raised?”
“Canada.”
In the car on their way home, Joel said, “I want to do it again.Is that normal?”
Reg laughed.“Yes.”
“I want to do it right now,” said Joel, looking at him.“Here in the car.”
Reg laughed again.“I’m driving.”
Joel kept looking at him.His leg started jiggling, so Reg put his hand on Joel’s leg to settle him, curling his fingers around Joel’s inner thigh.
“That’s not helping,” said Joel.
“I am not giving you head in this car.There’s not enough room.”
After they got home and rinsed the sand from their feet with the garden hose and went inside, Reg cornered Joel in the hallway and pinned him face-first into the wallpaper and pressed himself firmly against Joel from behind.Joel welcomed the experience, bracing himself against the wall and arching back against Reg.Reg allowed himself three hard thrusts against Joel’s ass and then embraced him.Any more than that and he was in serious danger of coming himself.
