I shoved Baxter behind a thick line of trunks and snuck my hand down the front of his pants. I played with his leaking cock till he was a shuddery, red-faced mess, enjoying the way he clung to my chest. His back pressed tight to a tree, his green eyes wide with fear and excitement as he peeked over my shoulder on the lookout for passersby. I felt like a teenager again, sneaking kisses—and more—from my boyfriend when no one was looking.
