It was dark there with only the moon to light the intimate space. The secluded spot was invisible from the trail. Enrico must have known it well to make his way here through the bushes in the dark.
"How do you like my secret spot?" Enrico asked. "I found it the first time I visited Grandma in Peach Tree. I hated that she moved away to live here. She was my best buddy when I was little. At that time she only just took over the café. She was busy and couldn't hang out with me much. But we did come out here for a picnic by the river on that gentle rise that we passed on our right. It had a great view. We ate fried chicken. Then Grandma had to leave early to go back to the café, so I was pouting. I left my parents behind and came this way to pretend to fish, throw some rocks into the water, that kind of thing. Then I went dinosaur hunting through the bushes, got scratched up, and I ended up here. I decided this was where pirates has buried some treasure, and I would dig for it. My parents were frantic when they couldn't find me, but I went back on my own and didn't tell them about this place. I try to visit this spot every time I come to Peach Tree. It reminds me of what a spoiled, little brat I was."
Looking around Mitch saw that the bushes were thick on every side, giving them complete privacy. "It's a nice discovery," Mitch said as Enrico pulled him along to the center of the small clearing.
The waves splashed softly on the shore and the grass shushed under their feet, but otherwise the place was extremely quiet and still.
Then Enrico broke the silence. "We can go skinny dipping here."
"Is that right? I knew you had to be up to something," Mitch told him.
Enrico eyed him closely. "You seem intrigued."
"I've never been skinny dipping," Mitch admitted.
"Then we absolutely have to," Enrico said and started by toeing off his sneakers.
"Did you ever do it before?" Mitch asked as he paid more attention to Enrico as he threw aside his clothes than to his own slower unzipping and unbuttoning.
"No, but being around you puts all kinds of crazy ideas in my head," Enrico said, his eyes wicked. Naked now, he backed up toward the water, tugging Mitch to come along with him.
"Enrico, this water is cold," Mitch noticed as they quickly found themselves stepping down a ledge into chest deep water.
"I never said it wasn't," Enrico said. "Come here. I'll warm you up." Wrapping his arms around Mitch, Enrico kissed him then he dropped back and swam away.
"Not too far," Mitch warned him as he swam after him. It was dark now. The moon was out, but Mitch didn't think he could find Enrico underwater if anything went wrong.
"You're sweet to worry about me," Enrico teased him. "Catch me if you want to keep me closer."
Mitch accepted his challenge and swam after him with long, powerful strokes. A strong swimmer, Enrico was almost a match for him, but in the end Mitch overtook him.
"You wanted to get caught," Mitch accused him as their bodies pressed together.
"Of course I did," Enrico admitted and wrapped his arms and legs around him. While Mitch kept them afloat, Enrico kissed and groped him. They pulled apart as they started to sink and Enrico laughed.
"I never thought I could get you to do this," he said.
"You can get me to do pretty much anything," Mitch told him as they treaded water facing each other.
"Good to know," Enrico told him as he swooped in for another kiss.
Mitch swam backwards with Enrico in his arms and they kissed lazily for a while. Eventually they had to admit the cold water was getting to them and they got out.
As Mitch stood above him, Enrico spread himself out on the grass. Moonlight sparkled off the droplets on his skin and he was indescribably beautiful.
Getting on top, Mitch covered Enrico's body with his own. "You need warming up," Mitch told him.
Their fingers entwined over Enrico's head, they kissed, sharing body heat and getting hard. Dipping his head to his throat, Mitch kissed his way down until he had Enrico's hips in his grip and the glistening head of his cock inches from his eager mouth.
"I was going to devour you," Enrico complained as he squirmed.
"Then you shouldn't have gotten naked and wet," Mitch told him in a gruff voice. "Now you're too irresistible." With that he took Enrico's cock in his mouth, warming it, stroking it with his tongue, getting it even harder.
Enrico whimpered and dug his heels into the grass while his hands played in Mitch's wet hair. Mitch sucked him long and slow, savoring his taste and his reactions.
The more Enrico called his name in a breathy, desperate voice, the more Mitch wanted to keep torturing him. But he wanted to make him come too. He wanted everything at once as long as it had anything to do with this lithe body writhing under him and this man who was now alternately cursing and begging him.
Neither of them could hold on much longer, so Mitch started sucking him fast and hard. Soon he had Enrico gasping for breath and clutching at his back as his hips rose to fill Mitch up with his cock and his come.
