Naughty

It was a bright sunny afternoon. The weather was perfect for a beach outing. He suggested that we go out to the beach, and get some tan on our skin to have a little glow which he likes it very much.

The beach is where we first discover our existence in that town area and our identity as a true gay man. We were oddly strangers at the wrong place and in the wrong time. He hated my beach wear and I hated his nature of showing off his so-called "great" body among the public.

I didn't hesitate and I always do enjoy beach outing with him. And as I was packing for both of us, he called out for me from the kitchen and asked,

"Honey, do you think we should pack some sandwiches for some light snack? Just in case we might get hungry? After soaking ourselves a few rounds."

"That's a great idea, and maybe you could bring along some of the juice that I've prepared last night too. They are in the refrigerator." I replied.

"Alright, honey! Ooo... Watermelon juice! I never thought we are in season for one of those." He was thrilled because it’s one his favorites.

The reason I knew vividly that it was his favorite is because he was downing it 3 to 4 glasses of those at the beach bar during our first date. It was more of a by-the-way we're on our first date kind of thing. And I agreed to his weird suggestion of a first date, stupidly enough, so that I could make him like me instead of me being a drama queen. Not on our "first date", hell no.

I didn't know he was equally as nervous as I was back then. And he orders that watermelon juice like it was on the house. I asked him why, he said he thought he could trick me that it was "Bloody Mary". I burst into a hysterical laughter telling him that the smell of of watermelon is THAT uncanny. He frowned.

Admittedly, he began telling me how much his love for watermelon. And I couldn't help myself from laughing again. And that's where he first punches me in the arm. He finally said the date was a test run. He was adorable because he did officiate our first date having steak.

So, as I was packing. And I'd rather changed into my swim wear before we headed there. Just as I was changing, he came in,

"My my... would you just look at that?" He was leaning on a wall, staring towards me and uttered those inappropriate words. He always trying to sound someone he's not just to amuse me.

"Cut it out, is not as if you've never seen me like this before." I replied as I was finishing up.

"Nah uh, not from my angle. Haha! Honey, why are you in a hurry to change?" He asked with a hint of curiosity.

"I want to be there and all ready to relax. At least, the changing thing is already out of my mind." I explained.

He came over and hugged me and said, "You are still too tensed. Learn to relax a little bit more. It is such a beautiful day!" I smiled and hugged him in return.

Our first hug was when I spilled curry on my shirt, and he gave me the lamest excuse by hugging me, so that I would not feel embarrassed by the spilled I had on my shirt.

On that same day, (at his place -- he offered) I had to take my shirt off just to put it into his washer so that we could spend more time together. He said, my pants got some of thr curry too, might as well put it in.

I was on commando and I asked for a towel so that I could be decent. He was kind enough to provide me one. Just as I stripped, he walks in and stares for the longest time. He smiled and I was not ready, so I said condescendingly, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, I mean, I'm sorry the door's lock is not working. I came in to tell you that." He hurriedly walks out and I could hear him giggled. That bastard.

At the beach, we were having the time of our lives. They weren't many people because this spot that we found 5 years ago was our favorite because of the convenience of shades when we needed one. We both took turns to soak into the seawater when we needed some cooling off from the sun.

We were both reading the same book in accordance with what the book club has chosen for us. We joined them about 3 months ago and they were a fun bunch. Their book selections are more to our likings and we agreed upon a monthly discussion on what we've read. Moreover, food and booze were included while the discussion was going on. What’s not to like?

Our love for books was a funny story. We were trying to hide from each other that we both are into books. Well we are geeks in our own special ways, of course. We hid from each other until we asked for a time out from each other just to finish our book for the week or month.

The request for time out was so frequent that there was a point we thought we were having an affair with someone else. Until our books surfaced and we both connected to each other even more so than ever. This untrusting behavior wasted us a few good 4 to 5 months on our love for books in all sorts’ genres. And because of this, we were definitely advancing our relationship to a more trustworthy level.

"So, shall we?" He asked cynically.

"But we're only here for 2 hours. That's not even outing to begin with." I protested.

"No! We're not leaving. Shall we do the naughty naughty here?" He winks at me two times more when he asked for such an inappropriate act or behavior in the public.

"Here? No!" I objected the idea.

"Awww... come on. It is just a simple mouth to banana action. Or maybe more, we wouldn't know. I promised. A quick one. Besides, there weren't anyone passes our way for the past 2 hours. Please please please please... pweeese" He persuaded.

"It is the beach, isn't it? Has the smell of salt made you all weld up with your dry hormones? There is nothing but sex in your head. You're a buffoon you know that?" I analyzed him.

He was nudging me on my shoulder as we were lying next to each other.

"So, are we doing it?" he asked eagerly. "Come on, you want it as much as I do. Don't deny it, you little hypocrite!"

I giggled. I couldn't stand his look when he's begging for it. So, we quickly rushed into a secret hideout (the bush behind us) and had our way with each other for good time for ourselves. A real funtastic good time.

Our first inappropriate started out at my place just a few months ago. By our true nature, we are really not actually ready for sex. So, we found the stupidest excuse ever by getting ourselves tipsy after two bottles of wine.

We were on a couch and started kissing each other. Wait, we started out with touching and then the night was turned into Animal Kingdom on paid TV. We took turns until our nuts went sore and we just lay there and said, "It was the best night ever."

We giggled and laughed and turned on some TV shows, and started mouth action in each other until we agreed to stop before we busted our nuts just for sex. It was like that ever since 7 months ago.

We arrived home after we were happy with our tan. On our bed, he looked at me and said,

"We were amazing at the beach, isn't it?"

"Don't state the obvious. You and I very well know we were always doing it like animals back when we wanted to be naughty." I was trying very hard not to rekindle what we had just now because I might get excited easily again and he will always know.

He hugged me and giggled. "You and I have been enjoying it and you aren't admitting it now! We're going to do it again tonight and you're gonna admit to me that you are loving it! When it was your turn, I agreed intermittently to your face! So, I want to hear from you admitting to what we have is AMAZING!"

"God, no! We're both very sore already! I'm really tired... can you just please, let me go this time?" I was actually laughing while I was saying it.

He threw off our blanket and strips me off and got his way with me like it was the first time. He wanted to turn off the light; I yelled "No!" He eyed me with even a naughtier look and he strips within seconds and jumps onto the bed and had our way with each other!

My admittance wasn't the issue any longer, because we enjoy each other's expression as the session goes. He knew as far as I know how we feel for each other.

Truly, our "naughty" will always be the most amazing time together.