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  “They’re not very subtle, are they?” I said.

  “It’s not a subtle town. You of all people should know that.” He looked at the savage scar across my chest.

  “I suppose there was a security camera in the surf club?” Graphic footage of me and one of Seaspray’s finest would have done little for my reputation and my career advancement.

  “You’re no dummy, are you, mister?”

  “Greg.”

  Looking back to the shore, I saw a glint of sun reflecting off glass.

  “Telephoto lens?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Someone thinks I’m going to fuck you in the surf?”

  “I could always fuck you if you’d rather.”

  I roared with laughter and splashed a handful of seawater at him. He retaliated and we began a juvenile water fight that ended when he fell off his board. I leaned over to give him a hand and he pulled me under.

  In the quiet stillness beneath the surface he clung to me and I gazed into eyes: so appealing that, bait or no bait, I took the hook. I prized his mouth open with my tongue and he allowed me to enter, reciprocating by running his hands down my body and only hesitating momentarily before he pushed eagerly beneath my board shorts and grasped my hardening cock.

  He slipped farther into the depths and pulled my board shorts loose so that he could wrap his lips around my cock. I gasped and took in water. His underwater oral skills would have been the envy of a mermaid. I surfaced briefly and gulped in fresh air. With Todd still grappling with my cock I twisted like a synchronized swimmer in competition until my head was at Todd’s crotch level. I grappled his board shorts down and was at last able to kiss the magnificent cock I’d seen being pumped so expertly in the shower. He made for the surface and momentarily broke contact with my prick to suck in air before diving again. From the beach it must have looked like two men attempting to drown each other.

  Todd truly was a man of the sea and he could hold his breath and continue to suck and swallow my erection longer than I could his. I was gasping each time I surfaced briefly but I was determined to bring him to climax. He was too magnificent a specimen to let get away. It felt like Todd’s mouth was a suction pump and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. To attempt to breathe now would kill the momentum.

  Panting and gasping while attempting to hold off my own climax took all my energy. I licked his cockhead as I drove my mouth down to his silky pubic hair and fingered his balls lightly. I was going to pass out soon but I was not willing to let go of my prize. As I shot between his beautiful wet lips I suctioned his prick until he, too, could no longer control himself and his sperm shot down my throat.

  Then like two aqua-park porpoises, we shot to the surface gulping in oxygen before our lungs burst.

  “Not bad for an old guy,” Todd yelled as we competed getting back to shore on our boards.

  “Were you a bribe or blackmail?”

  “Either. He didn’t care,” he said as he walked off the beach.

  The Seaspray Inn had opened for the duration of my stay—an indication of my importance. Shelley ran the quaint establishment, and I’d known her growing up. “Not much call for wine up here, Greg,” she said as she scoured through her paltry wine cellar and scrounged up a serviceable cabernet sauvignon of not too recent vintage—at least the grapes had had a chance to ferment. “This is a beer town.”

  “That may change,” I said slyly and winked.

  “Now don’t you go getting my hopes up,” she slapped me playfully.

  We talked over old times as we devoured the bottle. “You happy in the city?” Shelley asked.

  “I like the excitement. The beaches are good. I miss the quiet sometimes.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted.

  “Still looking.”

  “What about young Todd?” she asked.

  “Oh, come on, Shelley. It was all a bit obvious.”

  “I’m not talking about that. I told him you wouldn’t fall for it.” Shelley looked in my eyes. “What you think of Todd himself?”

  “A very personable young man.” I was noncommittal.

  “Take him back with you, Greg. For his sake, take him with you. This town is poison. Look what it did to you.”

  “That was a long time ago,” I said.

  “And if you weren’t so important to the future of this town they’d bloody well do it again and you know it,” Shelley said. “And what do you think young Todd’s future will be if you make the wrong decision in their eyes?”

  I was known for my impartiality but my task was to examine communities and extrapolate communal consequences, not the affect on individuals. That thought was not a pleasant one to take to bed. I lay listening to the waves on the sand and watching the gauze curtains flap listlessly in the breeze, hoping they would lull my conscience to sleep.

  The dream was the most arousing I had ever experienced. Todd crept into my bedroom, his near silent stirrings awakening me. I gazed on his body in the eerie orange glow of a streetlamp outside the window as he shucked his clothes. He leaned forward and pinned me to the mattress. I wanted to put my arms around him but allowed him to take control, surrendering to his tongue tracing the slash of an old wound across my chest.

  It released the trapped memories of the night it happened; the night that I had plucked up the courage to admit to Eric, Todd’s father, that I fancied him. We were both untutored youths back then and his response had been to punch me on the shoulder and tell me not to be silly. But he’d confided my secret to our mates at a Saturday night dance at the surf club and they’d dragged me into the change rooms; while one stood guard they had taken turns raping my mouth and spitting their contempt. When it was all over they panicked.

  They concocted a story that I had been involved in a brawl when an out-of-towner had questioned my masculinity and I’d come off the worse for the ordeal. Needing my corroboration of the lie, Eric broke an empty bottle from the beers they’d consumed during the night and slashed it across my chest.

  “That’s just a taste of what will happen if you ever tell,” he threatened.

  After I left the hospital I never went back. To the village my parents were a constant reminder of the cancerous secret that ate away at Seaspray’s innards and there was relief all round when they died in a car accident a few years later. I buried them hundreds of kilometers away. None of their neighbors attended.

  My body jerked as I reexperienced the slashing.

  “Are you all right?” Todd seemed concerned.

  “You’re not a dream?” I said groggily.

  “Do I feel like a dream?” he said and moved my hand to his cock.

  I was disoriented and sweating from the unpleasant memory. I got out of bed and went to the window. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “I thought you might want company.”

  “Oh? You thought that or you were told to think that?”

  “Okay, I guess I deserve that but I’m here this time because I want to be.” He raised himself on his elbow and watched me in silhouette.

  “I’m old enough to be your father,” I said.

  “You’re a very attractive man, that’s all I know,” he said. “You didn’t take advantage of me when you could have.”

  I turned on him angrily. “What sort of man sends his son out to have sex with a stranger for the sake of the future of a town nobody really cares about?”

  “That’s not true,” he said. “If nobody cared about us you wouldn’t be here.”

  I had to admit the truth of that.

  “Come back to bed. Please,” he said.

  I lay next to him and he stroked my hair.

  “Nobody gives a fuck about this place really,” I said. “You’re just the frontline in a wider debate. A convenience. Environmentalists are using you as a test case. They want the town left as it is, a museum piece for residents and weekend picnickers. Developers see dollar signs and want to turn you into a summer holiday
Mecca with high-rise hotels and condominiums.”

  “I don’t care about any of that,” he said and kissed me, almost melting my resistance.

  “You’ll resent me if the decision goes against you.”

  “I don’t care what you do. Really, I don’t.”

  My anger flared again. “It disgusts me that you would allow yourself to be turned into a whore by your father and whoever else is involved just to get their own way. Have you no pride?”

  He didn’t allow my name-calling to get the better of him. “Listen, okay? I was doing what my dad wanted at first. I’m not proud of that. But when it didn’t work…well, I respected you for that. I told my dad and he got angry and he told me to try harder.”

  “So, here you are.”

  “No, fuck you! I told him I’d have no more to do with it. It would have been easier if you’d been old and gross and lecherous. But you’re not. I’m here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and…and the way you held me under the water in the bay. I’ve never been held like that before. It’s more than sex….”

  “But to force you into the situation in the first place…”

  “You don’t understand,” he said. “He didn’t force me. My dad will be destroyed if the decision goes against him. I had to help. It was my duty.”

  “Destroyed? How?”

  He paused and I made no attempt to help him. “He’s been secretly buying up old properties in the town as they become vacant. All the best land. The area that’s most likely to be the site of tourist hotels or blocks of apartments.”

  “I see,” I smiled. “And no one knows that the man who struts about parading his antidevelopment credentials is in reality hoping to make a killing from these very same developers.”

  “That’s about it.”

  “And this sob story is not another attempt to get me on your side?”

  He jumped out of bed and began searching for his clothes.

  “Think what you like,” he said. “I made a mistake about you.”

  I rushed him and threw him on the bed. He resisted and I felt him wriggle beneath my superior weight. But his wriggling merely inflamed his passion and soon his hard cock was pressing into my stomach.

  “Resistance is futile,” I said and I bit his nipple.

  “Ouch, that hurt,” he pouted.

  I was lighter on the second nipple and then followed the blond hairline across his belly and into the bush that housed his cock. I lapped his balls and sucked them into my mouth as he thrashed about on the bed. I nibbled my teeth lightly along the length of his shaft and tongue lapped the sensitive knob. He tried to hold my head away in case he blew his load. But I would not give up. My tongue snaked around the stem of his cock as I took him in my mouth and down my throat. He groaned and I teased him by stopping. He pushed my head down almost gagging me but I resumed control of the rhythm and the suction and I felt him shudder.

  “I can’t hold…” was all he had a chance to say before he grunted and I felt his cock twitch three or four times and his sweet cum flood my mouth. I held it in as he sank into the bed spent and then I grabbed his legs and forced them back over his body. The button of his asshole was directly beneath me and I dribbled his cum into his asscrack, lubricating it into his hole with my fingers. When it was slimy enough I spat the remainder of his cum into the palm of my hand and lubricated my own cock.

  I pushed against his muscular ass but the pain was too intense as the head of my cock met his determined sphincter. I leaned between his legs and took his face in my hands. “You are one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.” He couldn’t help it. He smiled and I felt him relax. I pushed in and his sharp intake of breath meant I was hurting him but I stayed my ground. I kissed him. He was hungry for it, searching my mouth with his tongue, and as he did I picked up the pace and began to fuck his warm, inviting asshole. It crossed my mind at that moment what poetic justice it was that here was the man who was scarred for life fucking the son of the man who had done it.

  Todd closed his eyes and allowed me to enter him fully and his breath flatlined soft and accepting. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and wondered that such a man could give himself to me. I picked up rhythm and began to fuck him harder and harder, forcing his body deeper into the bed. He began to match me stroke for stroke and squeezed his ass around my invading cock. I thought of everything I could to avoid shooting too quickly but I banished the image of his father. I would not visit the sins of the father on this son.

  I gasped as I began to shoot inside him and he clasped me tighter with his suntanned legs, attempting to make me part of him. My cock satisfied, I collapsed on top of him. He rolled over and my cock popped out. He brought his face close to mine. “I could get to like you,” he said and as I caressed his biceps he fell asleep.

  It was the sharp rap at the door that woke me. I looked over at Todd’s sleeping body and covered his nakedness with a sheet.

  “Come in,” I croaked.

  Shelley entered with a breakfast tray. I noticed immediately it had tea and toast for two.

  “How…?”

  “I let him in the back door. And even if I hadn’t known that way, you two made enough noise to wake the entire town,” Shelley smiled.

  “Morning, Shell,” Todd said as he sat up sleepily and grabbed a piece of toast and spread it with thick country jam.

  “And there’s a one-man reception committee wanting to speak to you downstairs. Urgent I think he said. What should I tell him?”

  “Tell him I’m…”

  Todd interrupted me. “Tell Dad we’re having breakfast and that we’ll be down in an hour after we’ve showered, shit, and shaved.”

  Shelley looked at me and I shrugged. She left us alone and quietly closed the door.

  “No, it’s not what you think,” Todd mumbled through his munching. “It was not a setup. So have your breakfast and stop anticipating.”

  We ate in silence, neither daring to discuss our coupling and too frightened to ask if it would be repeated. We showered separately, suddenly coy in each other’s presence. An hour later we were downstairs in the dining area of the Seaspray Inn confronted by what looked suspiciously like a one-man lynch mob: Todd’s father.

  “Fuckin’ pervert,” he yelled. “You should be run out of town!”

  “Now hold on,” I said. “For a start, Todd is of age and can make his own decisions. And, furthermore, nothing that we did last night is considered illegal activity in this state.”

  “It may not be illegal,” he said. “But it’s fuckin’ immoral.”

  “Dad.” Todd tried to speak to his father but Eric wouldn’t even catch his eye.

  “Anyway, you’re hopelessly compromised,” Eric shouted at me.

  “I would have thought that as you sent your son on a mission you’d be happy for me to be compromised.”

  Eric was startled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Exactly which side is it you’re batting for, Eric?” I said.

  “Why, that’s obvious…” he spluttered.

  “Course it is, mate. You want the town to stay the way it is,” I said helpfully. No development. No hotels. No apartment blocks.”

  “And no faggots like you!” he added.

  “If that’s the case, then I wonder why the facts don’t jibe with your public stand? After all, you’ve been buying up any piece of available land. Is it to save the town or could it be you hope to monopolize negotiations with developers?”

  Eric looked at his son and turned pale.

  “You malicious bastard!” he spat at me. “I knew you’d hold it against me just because of that little cut to your chest…”

  Todd looked shocked: “You did that to him?”

  “Yea, and the fucking faggot deserved everything he got!”

  Todd looked at me and shook his head. “I didn’t know.”

  “Well, he’s got his fuckin’ revenge. He’ll send me to the fuckin’ wall. I need the money from the
developers or I’m skint. Stony broke. And son, if you think he fucked me, he really fucked you!”

  Todd turned on me. He was about to speak but thought better of it: the look of betrayal said it all. He shook his head and rushed out.

  Eric was shaking with rage.

  “Tell me,” I said calmly. “What sort of man sends his son to do what he’s too afraid to do himself?”

  I could tell at that moment he wished he had the broken bottle in his hand again. But he didn’t and he had to be satisfied with a door slam that shattered the rusty hinges.

  When we were alone Shelley whistled, “Well, that sure pulled a few scabs off!”

  I was depressed.

  “Was it spite? Revenge?” Shelley asked later as she poured me a coffee after I’d spent the day gathering photographic material. We were on the Seaspray Inn’s front veranda as the sun sent the last of its warmth scudding across the still surf.

  “Hell, no,” I said. “Honestly, it crossed my mind once, that was all. But I really like him, Shelley.”

  “Take him with you then.”

  “I can’t. I’d always wonder. And so would he.” I wandered off to my room. I missed Todd’s warmth next to me. I got up and went to the window and the moon was at its brightest. It cast a blue glaze across the bay. I knew I would never come back. This visit had been a mistake. I walked downstairs and let myself out the back door. The sand crunched under my feet as I walked toward the surf’s edge with my board. The water was warm and against my better judgment about surfing alone at night I soon put distance between myself and the shore. It was calm and peaceful and gave me the space to think.

  But eventually solitude turns cold. I wrapped my arms around my body and I thought of Todd. I looked toward the shore and thought I saw myself sitting there staring out to sea at a lone surfer as I had on that first day. I was hallucinating. I paddled in and once on the beach I felt heavy and weary. On impulse I headed to the surf club. Inside it was all dark angles and shadowy doorways except where the moonlight’s beam shone lustrously. I had been hoping my blond surf angel would once again be displaying himself under the spray of water. Disappointed, I turned to go.