Warning: Smut Ahead.

CARL'S POV.

After the swim session which involved a ton of make outs, splashing water on each other and racing in the water, Gavin and I lay on the sandy beach. Our bodies soaking in vitamin D. My eyes wandered on the firmament, appreciating its blue hues and the fluffy patches of clouds that adorned it. I couldn't help but wonder if there was some place else, above the sky.

Perhaps heaven, like most people believed. A home where someday, the righteous children of God would live forever. Mom has always said that a gay person won't go to heaven. That God doesn't love sinners and being gay is the biggest sin of all. For years, I have believed that my soul was doomed. That hell would be my final destination. And maybe I was right.

"What's on your mind?" Gavin's question severed my string of thoughts.

"Just thinking of where my soul will go to when I die." I stated, a forced smile kissing my lips.

"Obviously heaven. You are one of the good ones." He blurted.

"Really? You think so?"

"I know so. If there's someone who deserves the first class ticket to heaven, it's you Carlito." He reassured.

"But what if you are wrong? What if hell is in fact my destination?" I contemplated out loud.

"Then we will be roomies in hell. I bet the devil is really hot. We could have a threesome." He proposed.

"What?" A laugh flew past my lips. "You are loco!" I added, rolling over and lying on my belly.

"As long as my craziness gets to make you laugh, then I shall forever aim to be crazy." He said, a smile settling on his lips which had been glued to mine a while ago. Blood rushed to my groin as the image of our make out in the ocean, played in my head.

"Wonder what you're thinking of now." His gaze was directed at me.

"You." The words slid past my lips, without a thought.

"Tell me more about your thoughts of me, Mr. Mendez." A playful smirk dancing on his lips, he urged.

"I was thinking of the kiss we shared moments ago."

"Was it good? Bad?" A frown sat on his brow.

"It was perfect. You, Mr. Mileford, are a terrific kisser." A compliment crawled out of my smiling lips.

"Thank you, M'lord. Took years of experience." He winked.

"Years of experience you say? How many people have you kissed?" A frown creased my brow.

"Honestly, I can't keep count." He stated, impassively.

"Let me guess, 90% of River Bridge High." Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy washed over me.

"Maybe. I don't know." He shrugged.

"And how many have you slept with?" For as long as I have known, Gavin has always been a fuck boy. So why the fuck does it bother me now that he slept with I don't know how many people? Why does it matter to me so much? What is wrong with me?

"Carlito, I don't think you need to know that." Sensing my shifted mood, he sat up. Eyes glued to me.

"But I do." Sitting up, I retorted.

"Why?"

"Because I like you and I want to make sure that I am not one of your many hook ups. I want this to mean something---us to mean something." I replied, twiddling with my bony fingers. A habit that I found, calming. God knows I needed to be calm before I went all C4 on him.

"Carlito, those hook ups meant nothing. It was just casual sex. What we have here, means a lot more to me And no, you will never be just a hook up." He assured. I looked up at him and witnessed the sincerity in his eyes.

"Good, because you are mine now and just so you know, I don't share." The words brazenly exited my mouth. I straddled his lap and captured his lips into a possessive kiss. Moaning and sucking on his bottom lip, I roughened the kiss. I bit on his lip until it bled then sucked on his blood, causing him to elicit a moan which made my hardening dick, stiff as a board. I ground myself on him, making sure he felt how hard he made me feel.

"Fuck! Carlito..." He moaned my name, prompting my hard dick to leak with pre-cum which didn't hesitate to dampen my underwear. I broke off the kiss, cupping his face in my small hands as heavy breaths departed my lips. His pupils were dilated, lips swollen from the intense make out. A hickey adorned his bottom lip, a reminder that he was mine.

"I want my kisses to be the only thing you crave." I professed, trailing feathery kisses along his perfect jawline.

"Fuck." He moaned, relishing the feel of my lips on his skin. Slowly and sensually, I ground myself on him, my erection caressing with his bulging manhood. I pressed myself on him, craving the contact of his dick against mine.

Like a camel thirsty for water, I yearned for him...all of him. He lay back on the sand, granting me access to his body. I licked my way to his chest, savoring the salty taste. Trapping his nipple between my teeth, I bit and sucked on it. A loud moan erupted from his lips as his face contorted with pleasure. Witnessing the way I made him feel, was a turn on. My pulsating dick agreed.

I teased his belly button, circling my tongue in it. Then, I licked all the way down to his pronounced v-line. I sniffed his bulge, savoring the fresh smell of his arousal that had stained his boxers.

I salivated, eying the prize that was a few inches from my mouth. I had written poems about his dick, mainly from my imagination and the few glances I would steal at it in the locker room.

Had dreamt of the moment I would get to have his dick deep in my throat. Had used the cucumbers and carrots from mom's grocery shopping, to practice for this exact moment.

I didn't wanna waste any more time and so using my teeth, I peeled the briefs off, exposing his enormous, hard and circumcised manhood. Its soft pink tip was glossy with slimy colourless pre-cum, that emanated from the narrow, twitching slit.

My tongue thirsted for a taste.

"Carlito..." He called out my name and I looked up to meet his gaze. His chest was rising and falling in response to the ragged pants that absconded his parted mouth.

"Yes." A croaky reply came from me.

"We can't do this." His words sent a wave of confusion my way.

"What? I mean, did I do something wrong? Maybe you weren't ready and I pushed you into it. God I'm stupid." Mortification spreading through me like a wildfire in the dry grasslands, I sat up. He mimicked my action, pulling up his briefs.

"No, it's not that. Believe me I want nothing more than your lips around my dick right now. But we can't do that here."

"Why?" Annoyance spilled from my question.

"Because someone's coming. Look over there is a couple walking their dog. They are headed this way." He said, pointing towards an approaching couple. How did I not see them? I was too busy salivating over Gavin's dick.

"Oh, I'm sorry for over-reacting." Guilt surged through me.

"It's cool." He smiled.

"I am still mad though. They ruined my first ever blow job." I pouted.

"Don't worry, you'll get many chances to suck this cock." He stated, grabbing himself and just like that my face went red and the throb in my pants intensified. "In the meantime we can build sand castles, collect some sea shells among other stuff." He proposed.

"I like the idea." I retorted, swallowing my arousal. God, this is so hard. Hopefully, building castles and collecting shells will drown the arousal that's currently bubbling inside me.

And so, we collected different types of shells. I even made a necklace out of the shells and gifted it to Gavin. He was excited to wear it around his neck. I snapped a few photos of him wearing it. Later, we built castles from the white sand. Gavin's castle was weak so it collapsed almost immediately. Mine lasted a few minutes longer before the ocean waves tore right through it. We threw the moist sand at each other while running around the place. Our gleeful laughter getting drowned by the ocean.

"I am famished." My stomach which growled soon after, affirmed my statement.

"Me too." He stated then grabbed his phone from his pile of clothes. "Let me see if we can find a restaurant nearby..." While he was looking through his phone, I took the liberty to check my phone. My blood froze when I saw multiple missed calls and texts from my mom. The last text was sent ten minutes ago.

Carlito Olivera Mendez, you will answer calls or so help me God I will do something unspeakable. I didn't need to read between the lines to know that she was pissed as hell. This was surely my last day on earth.

Hey mom, sorry I didn't see your calls or texts because I was out touring the place. I texted back, knowing that I made the situation a lot worse.

Where are you now? And who are you with? She texted.

I am by the beach with Gavin. I texted.

What are you doing at the ocean alone with him? Carl, I already warned you against that boy. Ever since the disgusting video of you two was leaked, I knew that he was bad news. What if he forces you into something despicable? The more time you spend with him, the more he poisons and taints your mind, body and soul. A sad chuckle left my lips after reading her paragraph of a text. I didn't bother to reply, instead, I switched off my phone.

"There's a tourist resort/restaurant half a kilometer away. They serve a variety of sea food. Perfect." Gavin elatedly stated, scrolling through his phone. "It has been a while since I had sea food, I'm excited." He tore his gaze from the screen of his phone and glanced at me. The smile faded as soon as he saw the gloom that had set camp on my face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He probed.

"Nothing. Let's go eat." I asserted, putting on my clothes.

"Are you sure?" He queried.

"Absolutely." A smile caressed my face. Nothing was going to ruin this lunch date for me. Not even my own mother.