“I think we owe something to Jimmy for his suggestion,” said Bob sitting up. “We should have missed a treat if we had not had that swim.”

“I am glad that you have recognized my good qualities for once,” returned Jimmy. “But I say,” he added, “doesn't the sea water shrivel one's cock up! Just look at mine, you can hardly see it!”

“You haven't got much to shrivel up, Jimmy,” retorted Bob. “But never mind, I dare say it will grow in time. And really, I cannot see that it is much smaller than usual!”

“You needn't talk, Bob. I can see that your's is just the same. Why, mine is three times as big as this generally; just look!”

Jimmy pressed himself forward for Bob's inspection, holding his cock between his finger and thumb. As Rutherford bent over to make believe that he had to get very close in order to observe it at all, he popped Jimmy's cock right into his mouth.

“That should warm me up!” exclaimed Jimmy, stretching out against the rough surface of the warm boulder as Bob was leaning over him and continuing to suck his cock.

The sight inspired my own organ to twitch back to life, and I looked mischievously toward de Beaupre, who was laying on his belly in the sunlight, the warmth of the sun drying his skin a deep golden hue. I stopped for a moment to admire the fine shape of his muscular buttocks, made more picaresque by the lovely seaside surroundings. He lay with his head of shining black curls resting on his arm, his eyes closed and his full lips parted slightly in a state of utter relaxation. His body seemed to fairly drink in the sun's rays.

I warily crept to his side and when I was upon him, I ran my hand over the fine smooth flesh of his buttocks. His lids flew open in surprise, but he soon closed them again and simply sighed with pleasure at my stolen caresses. I amused myself stroking his buttocks for a time, all the while my own cock, which had shrunken quite in the cool ocean breeze, was warming with excitement under the sun and influence of Gaston de Beaupre's alluring naked body.