Page 44 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Maybe it’s not your real name. I mean…Smith?” Jonty dropped his backpack on the sand, pulled his hoody over his head and tossed it aside, then hopped on one leg while he wrenched off a trainer and sock.
“What are you doing?”
“Going for a swim.” The other trainer and sock came off followed by Jonty’s T-shirt then his jeans. “The cold will shut my mouth.”
Devan gaped at him, and willed his cock to stay calm.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jonty asked. “I didn’t give you chance to answer.”
“No boyfriend.”
“Right. I won’t be long.” Jonty raced down to the water wearing a pair of tight blue boxers.
Devan’s cock wanted to chase that biteable arse. Then he thought of the sea temperature and instead, picked up all Jonty’s clothes and followed him. Jonty didn’t hesitate at the water’s edge, he ploughed straight in, and when he was up to his thighs, dived under. He came up whooping.
“Is that a fin behind you?” Devan called.
“Not funny,” Jonty yelled back.
“Itisa fin.”
“Really not funny.”
Moments later, he was wading out of the water to Devan’s side.
“I’m freezing. If only I had someone to give me a hug.”
“Even though I’ll be cold and wet too?” But Devan unzipped his jacket and Jonty stepped right up to him. Devan wrapped the jacket as far around him as it would go.
“You could have just asked for a hug,” Devan whispered in his ear.
“You mean I didn’t need to go in the water? Damn.” He tugged out of Devan’s hold. “I don’t want to make you wet, well not that sort of wet. I’ll run until I’m dry.”
Jonty shook like a dog and jogged along the beach, his arse cheeks pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Devan followed with a smile on his face.
OH GOD, WHAT AM I DOING?Jonty had goose bumps on his goose bumps.
Being an idiot, as usual.
Shut up, Tay.
How are you going to get your clothes on?
Tantalisingly.
You don’t even have a towel.
“Put some clothes on before you freeze,” Devan said at his back.
Jonty turned and took the T-shirt he was offering. It stuck to his skin as he squirmed into it. Once he was wearing his hoody as well, he felt warmer, but his teeth were still chattering. Apart from Devan, the nearest person was a long way away.Good.
Oh, you crafty bugger.
What? Me?
“Don’t look.” Jonty grabbed his jeans, then turned his back on Devan before he peeled off his boxers. The hoody was long, so not much could be seen, just a tantalising glimpse of his arse. Hopefully. He reached back to pass his boxers to Devan. “I don’t want to get sand on them.” He smiled when Devan took them.
These weren’t his tightest jeans, but it still took some wriggling to get them on, particularly when he had to be careful zipping himself up. When he turned, he could have sworn Devan’s pupils had blown, his eyes were so black. Jonty took his boxers from Devan’s hand and stuffed them in the side pocket of his bag. Devan zipped up his jacket and swallowed hard.
