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  “Shane Wood,” he growled. “And if you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to put you over my knee and tan that little ass of yours raw.” He squeezed Lucas’s shoulders until the boy’s eyes widened. “Exactly.”

  He pointed back up the little cliff. “My stuff’s up there. I’m sure you don’t mind helping me?” Shane couldn’t resist teasing him and delighted in Lucas’ sultry pout. Until Lucas got him back.

  “Sure, pops, just lean on me.” His grin was downright gleeful.

  Oh, Shane thought as they made the slow but steady trek back up the sandy slope, the little fucker’s getting it now. Lucas’ arm hooked around Shane's waist while Shane held onto his shoulder, and the warmth they generated left his side burning hot. His knee still wobbled, but he could feel himself regaining control again. When they reached his stuff, Shane was able to stand alone and wrap up his towel, tucking his book into its bright red depths for safekeeping.

  He felt Lucas’ gaze follow him the entire time and when he straightened, the little brat had his gaze locked onto the tent between his legs. Shane watched him lick his lips and couldn’t resist a grin. “Come on, kid, get your shit already. This...” He lowered a hand to adjust himself, his fingers curling around his aching cock, the material rubbing against the sensitive head. He sighed at the tingles racing through him. “...won’t wait forever.”

  Lucas nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “’Kay,” he said breathlessly before shooting back down the cliff.

  Shane forced his breathing to slow, his whole body tense with the need to fuck. He was thankful he lived close to the beach. On most days, he found it torturous, memories bombarding him from the minute he opened his eyes to the minute he shut them to sleep. Now he could only fantasize about getting to nail Lucas that much sooner. As if summoned by his thoughts, Lucas appeared, a light blue jacket tossed around his slim shoulders. Tinted sunglasses were pushed into the messy blond locks and he carried the bright yellow surfboard beneath his arm, a matching towel thrown over his arm.

  “Ready, Daddy?” Lucas purred, one hand perched on his hip.

  Shane blinked then growled. “Don’t call me ‘daddy.’” He stalked forward, grabbing Lucas' arm. Lucas kept his smile even when Shane jerked him close. “How old are you, anyway? You keep smiling like you think I won’t tan that ass and it’s making me think you’re not old enough to understand what I’m talking about.”

  Lucas fluttered surprisingly long, blond lashes. “I’m twenty-two. And maybe I’m trying to get you to do it,” he said saucily. “Spank me, Daddy, spank me, spank me!”

  Shane almost gave in, his hand hovering over Lucas’ ass. He pulled back at the last second, remembering where he was. He looked toward the parking lot and realized there was just no way he was going to make it home, not with Lucas teasing him like this, the bold little brat. Shane looked around, hunting for something, anything that would provide them with privacy.

  Bingo. Far down the beach and looking fairly abandoned, was a lifeguard hut. Shane glanced at it then turned a feral smile on his little hero. “See that hut?” he nodded at it. “If you beat me to it, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

  Lucas’s eyes glittered with excitement. “What if it’s being used?” he murmured huskily even as his feet did a little shuffle dance in the sand.

  Shane glanced at it and even from where they stood, he could see the fading white paint. It didn’t look like it’d been used in years. Still, he instinctively didn’t share that bit of knowledge with Lucas. “Guess we’ll end up giving someone a show after all.” He grinned. “Run, boy!”

  Lucas took off immediately, his lithe form cutting through the sand in a breathless display of speed. Shane let him get a good head start, flexing his knee to make sure it would support his weight, and then raced after him, his feet sinking into the sand and gliding over bits and pieces of shell. God, how had Lucas run so fast over this shit? One piece bit into his heel, shocking a curse out of him.

  Damn shells! Still, Shane was grinning when he jogged up to the hut a few minutes behind Lucas. Oh, yeah, the place was definitely abandoned, the wood worn, the paint faded so much, the white looked yellow in some places. Still, it was sturdy and best of all, private. He didn’t see Lucas anywhere nearby and curiosity propelled him up the steps to the open doorway.

  His breath froze in his throat. Spread out on the canary yellow beach towel, Lucas was gloriously naked, his long slim cock straining against his belly, drenching it with precome. Shane met the boy’s brilliant blue gaze and watched him lick his lips in a slow tease.

  “I won,” Lucas said, his voice rough. “Are you gonna give me what I want… Daddy?”

  The taunt brought Shane in further and he dropped his towel down. “Oh, hell yes,” he breathed and fell to his knees between Lucas’ open thighs. His fingers traced up the long legs toward the slender thighs, their fine tremble making Shane smile. So bold, but shaking with need.

  Such a delicious contradiction. He leaned forward and crushed his mouth to Lucas’, thrusting his tongue past the seam of his lips in mimicry of what he wanted to do to the boy’s ass. Shane let his hand brush Lucas’ pulsing shaft and Lucas cried out against his mouth, his hips jerking upward. Shane smiled and slid his fingers down until they were saturated in the warmth radiating from Lucas’ butt.

  His finger glided between the firm cheeks and stroked the tightly puckered hole. The tip slid inside and he circled the ring of muscle in lazy strokes, groaning softly as it clenched and unclenched around him. Lucas leaned into the kiss, sliding forward so Shane’s finger was engulfed further, whimpering against Shane’s lips.

  Shane broke the kiss to suck in air and ended up kissing Lucas again, savoring the sweet heat as the boy kissed him back, wiggling against his finger. Shane’s cock was hurting, though, threatening to break through his trunks and in a swift move, he pulled free of Lucas to take them off. Then he tugged Lucas over his lap, leaving that pert ass in the air. Lucas’ cock throbbed against his and Shane couldn’t resist grinding upward.

  Lucas cried out hoarsely, his hips thrusting back. Shane grunted, the pleasure rolling through him. Oh, the kid was potent as hell. If he didn’t calm one or both of them down soon, the show was going be over long before they got to the good stuff. Shane glanced at the smooth unmarked flesh of Lucas’ ass and remembered the taunts.

  “Time to give the boy what he wants,” he purred and brought his hand down firmly across both cheeks, feeling the tingling sting shoot up his arm. Beneath his hand, Lucas’ moan was loud.

  Too loud. Shane had to shut him up.

  He spotted his towel and growled out the order. “Grab my towel and gag yourself. I’m just beginning and I can tell you’re going to get very loud.” He watched Lucas stretch out a long arm towards the bundled-up red cloth and grab it, pulling it to him. He listened to Lucas take a deep breath and then silence. Shane swept a hand through the soft blond locks.

  “Good boy,” Shane whispered and, in a swift gesture, brought his hand down again.

  Lucas’ body jerked, but this time Shane didn’t pause, slapping his palm against the tanned cheeks again and again, savoring the way Lucas’ hips ground his cock against his, his fists beating against the wood floor. Strangled cries barely escaped the thick material of the towel and Shane grinned, letting loose and working Lucas’ ass until it was as red as a ripe tomato. Against his thigh, he could feel the river of precome from both his cock and Lucas’.

  With his hand stinging and headed close to numb, Shane paused and rolled Lucas over. The boy shook, his eyes wet with tears and flaring with lust. Reaching over, Shane removed the makeshift gag. “What do you have to say, brat?” he asked, running his fingers toward the sticky mess on the boy’s stomach. “Won’t be calling me Daddy anymore, will you?”

  Lucas licked his lips and swallowed before speaking. “Daddy, daddy, daddy.” He even batted his lashes as he chanted the word, completely unrepentant. Shane shook his head, amused disbelief battl
ing with lust.

  “You don’t learn, do you?” he said, licking his fingers clean of the come. “Maybe getting your ass pounded after that spanking will get the lesson through your head. What do you think?”

  Lucas rubbed against him, smirking even while his eyes dilated. “Maybe. Why don’t you give it a try?” he said huskily and in a fluid move, rolled off of Shane and onto his hands and knees, wiggling his bright red cheeks towards him. Shane crawled forward, pushing Lucas’ legs wide open so he could settle in between them, his hands smoothing over the reddened cheeks. Lucas hissed at his touch, telling Shane just how sensitive he was.

  Shane could imagine how that sensitivity would enhance when he was inside, each stroke sharpening the painful tingles. Shane pulled Lucas’ ass open, revealing the sweetly puckered hole in between. Mouth watering, he pressed his lips against it, smiling at the feel of it fluttering and flinching against them. His first lick was slow and taunting, pulling a long, broken moan from the boy.

  Lucas' hips thrust back and Shane licked him again, each backward thrust earning Lucas a longer lick until Shane had made the hole slick with saliva. Finally, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside. Lucas buckled with a gasp, falling forward and forcing his ass higher up. Shane followed, thrusting his tongue in and out, working to loosen the hole as wide as he could. His cock throbbed violently, so full it hurt. Lucas’ ass was a treat he’d never expected to find and he wanted nothing more than to fill it with something besides his tongue.

  When Lucas’s ass was as open as he could get it, Shane wasted no time in pulling the boy downward, angling him for his entry. Lucas’s body trembled beneath his hands, warning him just how close the boy was. Still, there was one thing that needed to be done first. “My name is Shane, not Daddy. Say my name, Lucas,” he whispered. “Tell Shane, not Daddy, to fuck you.”

  Lucas shuddered. “Shane,” his voice trembled, drawing out the word on a moan. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  “Don’t scream,” Shane purred and thrust into him, filling him as much as he could. Lucas gave a shuddering cry, his hands scrambling for purchase against the worn wood floor. Shane pulled back and slammed home again, groaning at the snugness. Maybe he’d be the one who’d get too loud.

  “So tight, Lucas, so hot,” he growled. He was sure he’d lose his mind by the end. But what a fucking way to go!

  Shane hooked an arm around Lucas and lifting him slightly, settled into a hard, pounding rhythm. The sound of his balls smacking Lucas’ ass broke the silence along with their mingled pants and groans. Lucas’ ass squeezed him, stroked him, refusing to let him go. The boy met each of Shane’s thrusts, matching him in speed and pressure. Shane gasped as Lucas gave a particularly hard squeeze, sending light bursting behind his eyelids.

  “So good,” Lucas moaned. “Harder, Shane, harder!”

  Shane’s knee throbbed, threatening to break his concentration, and he immediately fell back on his ass and pulled Lucas with him, never breaking the connection. “Ride me, Lucas,” he growled, grasping the boy’s hips and licking up his spine. “Ride me hard.”

  Watching Lucas arch as he lifted was the most beautiful sight in the world, etching itself to Shane’s brain. Then Lucas slammed down and he lost his mind again, letting Lucas set a punishing pace. The boy was ruthless, dropping onto him again and again, punctuating each of Shane’s upward thrusts with a hitching groan.

  He was close, Shane was close. He reached around and found Lucas’ swelling, leaking cock and began pumping him to their rhythm. Lucas cried out, stumbling in his pace the minute Shane began to stroke him. Shane’s free hand reached up and pulled on the boy’s long hair.

  “Don’t stop,” he growled. “Don’t stop!”

  Lucas moaned, but picked up his pace only to falter again minutes later, his back bowing into a beautiful arc as he came, drenching Shane’s fingers. His head dropped back onto Shane’s shoulder and his ass turned into a vise around his cock, shoving Shane over the peak into a hard, draining orgasm.

  Shudders raced up Shane’s spine and he ground his hips into Lucas’ willing body, filling the boy to the brim. When he’d emptied, he collapsed backwards in a boneless heap, Lucas’ limp body following him down. Lucas eventually rolled off, leaving Shane to hiss as he popped free. Lucas landed on his stomach, his whole body lifting as he tried to catch his breath.

  Shane would have grinned if he’d had the ability to. Still, his thoughts were triumphant. Call me ‘Daddy’. Huh. Showed him, didn’t I?

  Christ, he’d probably never be hard again.

  Still.

  Really fucking worth it.

  A nudge had Shane looking over to find Lucas’ heavy-lidded gaze locked on him. “How you feelin’?” he drawled, his voice slurring slightly.

  He couldn’t feel anything below the waist. Hell, he couldn’t feel anything above the waist. Shane managed that grin after all. “Real good. You?”

  Lucas’ smile was deliciously sated. “Un-fucking-believable.”

  Shane felt the grin widen. “Sounds like you learned your lesson then.” He couldn’t help the small twinge of disappointment as he said it. He made to move only to have Lucas’ hand flatten on his abs. Glancing over at him, he lifted his eyebrows curiously.

  Lucas licked his lips. “I might need another lesson or two,” he whispered, walking his fingers toward Shane’s stirring cock. “One’s not gonna be enough... Daddy.”

  Shane felt heat explode through his veins, filling his cock with renewed life. Well, he couldn’t leave the boy without a proper education, could he? It just wouldn’t be right.

  He grabbed those curious fingers and rolled over to face Lucas. The boy’s face was already filling with excitement.

  “Oh, really?” Shane crooned, tugging him closer and running his fingers toward Lucas’ awakening cock. “I guess school is officially in session then, huh?”

  Lucas’ answer was a shuddering moan. Shane grinned.

  Time for class.

  Author Bios

  Addison Albright

  Addison Albright lives in the middle of the USA with Terry and three peculiar cats. Addison's stories are gay romance/erotica, and tend to be sweet male/male love in contemporary settings. Addison loves popcorn, French fries, cats, math, and anything chocolate. Addison loves to read pretty much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.

  Ava Matthews lives in the southern United States. She's addicted to iced tea, Dr. Pepper, and her MacBook.

  Zoe Nichols

  I've been writing for over six years. I live in California, writing under the cover of darkness, like a superhero. Only I don't have a cool rubber costume and I like having the light on. I enjoy writing homoerotica along with just about any other form of erotica. As long as there's sex and a few hot men, I'm there! My first story, Asher and the Elevator Romp, was published with Torquere Press and I'm hoping to publish many more stories with them.

  Taste Test: A Day at the Beach

  Edited by M. Black

  Nevermore © 2008 by Addison Albright

  Chasing Sand © 2008 by Ava Matthews

  Surf's Up © 2008 by Zoe Nichols

  All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information address Torquere Press, Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680.

  Printed in the United States of America.

  ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-416-7

  ISBN-10: 1-60370-4

  Torquere Press, Inc.: Toy Chest electronic edition / July 2008

  Torquere Press eBooks are published by Torquere Press, Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680

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