“Here are the swimsuits,” I said, unzipping the bag and handing David his and Maddox’s.
Leaning close to Ben’s ear, I said, “Angus wanted to say we forgot them. But then I reminded him the three of us wouldn’t be alone.”
Ben made a face, undoubtedly at the thought of the five of us skinny-dipping together.
“He wasn’t thinking. Believe me, when I reminded him David and Maddox were going to be with us, he backpedaled fast.”
Ben laughed, and I helped him to the ground. He was showing—a definite bump to his lower belly—and I liked to put my hands on it whenever I could and think about the life growing inside that we had made.
“I brought some life jackets, but if we don’t go out too far, we won’t need them. Maybe you’d feel better wearing one, Ben?”
“No, not if I can stand in the water. I don’t want to go in too deep.”
“Okay. Let’s get some sun lotion on you,” I said.
Ben quickly changed into his swim shorts and so did I, and then I rubbed the lotion into his skin, knowing that if he didn’t do this, he would either burn or freckle. Probably both.
David was busy doing the same to his legs while Maddox slathered up his back.
David’s eyes roamed to Ben.
“Wow, Ben, you’re really showing! I wasn’t that big at three months!”
“Really?” Ben said, looking down at his belly.
“It’s probably going to be a big one—maybe ten pounds!”
Ben swallowed hard. “I hope not.”
“I’m just teasing,” David said softly. “Everyone’s different. Trey didn’t even show at all until he was five months or so along.”
When I finished with the lotion, I noticed Ben had an odd look on his face. David and Maddox had already headed for the water, and Angus, who had been pulling the towels and cooler from the truck bed, was changing into his swimsuit.
“Did what David said scare you?” I asked Ben.
“No, not really, but…” He looked up at me, white lines around his mouth. “I don’t feel so well.”
Nodding, I called to Angus. “Hey, Angus! Ben and I need to take a few minutes to, uh, settle his stomach.”
Angus nodded and jutted his thumb toward the trees where we could have some privacy.
After a five-minute torture session during which Ben sucked all the pre-cum he could out of my cock before I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled off, smiled sweetly, and, after pressing a thank-you-kiss to my lips, headed for the clearing. Blowing out a breath, I turned my back and jerked off until I spilled on theground with a low groan. When I came out from behind the trees, a splashing war was going on in the shallows.
I waded into the water several feet from them.
“Damn, this is cold,” I said, clenching my teeth. “Ben, are you ready for a floating lesson?” I called to him.
The splashing stopped, and Ben waded over to me while Angus struck out to swim in deeper water.
“I’m going to get the inner tubes,” David said, wading out and walking toward the pile Angus had set by the truck.
Ben took to floating pretty quickly once he got the hang of arching his back while keeping his legs straight and parted. He practiced for a while, then looked for rocks and creatures in the shallow water while I had a swimming contest with Angus.
“That’s too far!” Ben yelled at us when we reached the big rock we’d set as our goal.
I saw that Ben was floating on an innertube but was still close to the shore.
“We’re making him nervous,” Angus said to me.