They have several children, the oldest of which, Lawson, is now freshly matriculated from Dayton Academy for Young Men and seeking an apprenticeship in our field. You may recall that my wife’s sister married a Mr. I’m writing because I believe I have a very pleasurable opportunity for you. It has been some time since I saw you last, and I trust that you and your family are well. They stood, Josh dusting the sand off the butt of his trunks, Michael eyeing him through his sunglasses as he picked up their towels and shook them off. “My parents said they’d be with your family until supper. MIchael felt goosebumps around his nipples and on his neck. Josh reached over and tousled Michael’s hair again. “I’m not technically dating Olivia,” Josh protested. Michael giggled and rolled aside, their heads parallel, both staring at the sky. I’d be gay, but only for you.” He huffed a stronger puff of breath, and saw with delight that it made Josh’s nipples harden. Michael drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, watching it make Josh’s light, sun-bleached chest hair bend over like beach grass in the sand. The two young men chuckled for each other, and Josh reached up to tousle Michael’s hair. He leaned down and softly kissed Josh’s temple. “Sorry, bro.” He kept his hands still, but did not roll aside. Michael started to rub both hands slowly, massaging Josh’s scalp and nipple. They lay there for a still moment and listened to the sounds of the beach: children splashing along the shore, mothers and fathers laughing, people chattering, birds chirping, and floating through it all, the rhythmic waves rising, falling, and rising once more. Awake?” Michael’s voice was soft, and his breath, almost cooler than the sun, smelled faintly of the mango-peach smoothie he’d had an hour ago. Josh mistook it for a breeze off the lake, gently gliding over his chest, until he felt Michael other hand slide onto his head.