"What the hell!!?"

"Gee! I'm sorry, mister. Come here, Ralph! Bad dog!"

Ray pushed himself up on his elbows, disorientated, squinting against the sudden glare and trying to get his thoughts in order. A largish red dog was sniffing its way past him towards the sand hills. He felt the coolness as a shadow fell over his body and he looked back over his shoulder at its source.

"I'm really sorry, mister. I didn't see you up here. This part of the beach usually never has people on it."

"That's okay. Just gave me a start," Ray said, turning over on to his back and trying to see who he was talking to against the back drop of the sun. "Come over the other side of me so I can see you," he said, seeing only the outline of a youngster. He realised he had a semi-hardon in his bathers from his day-dreaming as he lay dozing in the sun's warmth and he glanced down at himself as the child moved around him. The pouch of his bathers showed a noticeable bulge and he went to cover himself with his hand when he had the thought that it didn't really matter. The kid had disturbed him - so, if he happened to be sporting a semi hard cock, that was the kid's problem, not his. He leaned up on his elbows and looked at the dog's owner.

His stomach did a flip when he saw who had disturbed him. It was a young boy. He looked to be around ten or eleven years of age. He had blonde hair cut in a page-boy style and was wearing a pair of footy shorts that looked about two sizes too big and hung precariously off his hips, reaching only to his mid-thigh and ragged around the hem of each leg. He wore nothing covering his upper body or on his feet. He was slim and wiry, his skin a golden tan and smoothly unblemished. The semi-hardon began to become a more firmer erection. Ray didn't bother trying to hide it. It would have done no good anyway, his thin white bathers did nothing to cover it, the cotton material so soft and stretchy that it tended to highlight his genitals, showing their size and shape and outline when dry and becoming transparent when they got wet so it was almost as though he was naked. Ray was an exhibitionist, proud of his body and delighting in being so 'visible' even though he complied with the law on the beaches.

As he raised himself up on his elbows, he glanced up and down the beach. It was still as sparsely populated as it had been when he had arrived. The closest people to him were a couple he guessed to be about one hundred metres away; and they were more interested in themselves than anybody else on the beach. The heat shimmer made their shapes indistinct. Other users were so far away they were just unidentifiable specks on the long stretch of sand.

He looked back up at the boy. He was gorgeous. Ray raised his legs slightly to de-emphasise his sex - he didn't want to frighten this young god away!

"Hi," he said, his eyes travelling slowly over the lad's body. "My name's Ray." He held out his hand.

The boy looked at him for a moment, then reached out to shake the proffered hand. "Mine's Caleb," he said. His voice was confident and his eyes were a brilliant blue. Ray kept hold of his hand and the boy had to move a little closer to stop himself from stumbling.

Ray let go of his hand after a long moment and was delighted to see Caleb smile knowingly, glance down at Ray's groin and smile even wider before looking away.....(cont)