Wild Passions

by A Storm Moon Press Anthology

"Don't you get tired?" asked Jason as he poured himself some freshly brewed coffee.

  "Uh, I have another secret. I sleep for most of the day. When you go to work, I go to sleep. On weekends, I get my sleep when I can, usually when you go to the beach."

  Jason took a sip of his coffee and dropped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster.

  "Then how do you survive financially? Actually, I can't believe I've known you for this long and don't know what your job is."

  "I don't have one. My parents left me this house plus a sizeable inheritance, and your rent covers most of the bills."

  "Lucky for some," said Jason.

  "Now, who'd like to come back to bed?" asked Panos.

  The rest of the morning and the first half of the afternoon were spent making love and chatting while resting in between bouts. Later, as they were doing the housework, Jason had an idea.

  "Let's drive up the coast together next weekend and find a secluded beach. We can take a picnic, spend the day there, and finally go swimming together."

  Panos wiped the top of the bookcase with an old cloth, and then turned to face Jason. The expression on his face did not look very promising. "It's a great idea, baby, but I just don't know..."

  "Look, we'll find an old track that no-one uses, you can wear your turtleneck and jeans and if you don't feel comfortable, then you can leave them on and no harm done. But if you feel comfortable, we can go for a swim."

  Panos busied himself polishing and dusting.

  "Do you trust me?" asked Jason.

  "Course I do," said Panos, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

  "Then let me do this for you. Let me make a day for us that we can remember for always. One day, that's all. You might enjoy yourself."

  Panos continued - polishing, straightening up some magazines and plumping up the cushions on the sofa.

  Jason stood watching him, waiting for an answer.

  "I'll think about it, all right? I'll think about it," Panos finally replied.

  Jason nodded. "That's all I ask."

  By the following Friday evening, the subject had not been broached again, and so it was left to Jason to find out what the decision was.

  "I was hoping you'd forgotten all about that," Panos replied.

  Jason walked up behind Panos as he was peeling some potatoes for dinner and wrapped his arms around his smooth, scaly waist. He kissed Panos lovingly on the back of the neck and pressed his growing erection into the firm mound of Panos' buttock.

  "I just want to make you happy. I know how much you love the sea. I know how much you'd like to swim during the day. I think you like me..."

  Panos thrust his arse out, knocking into Jason. "You know I like you. I like you a lot," he said.

  "There you go then." Jason nibbled at Panos' ear as Panos began to cut the potatoes. "Come on. Come swimming," he whispered playfully. "Come on, Dad. Can we go swimming? Can we, Dad? Can we go swimming, Dad?"

  Panos burst out laughing. "Okay, okay. Just shut up. Or else you'll go to bed without any dinner."

  Both of them laughed, and Panos turned to give Jason a playful whack on the butt.

  Saturday morning was yet another hot, dry day. To beat the heat, Panos and Jason had packed the car up and started out shortly after dawn. As Jason had a Jeep, he drove. Panos, with a hand placed on Jason's lap, guided him through the town center, through the outer lying suburbs and into the countryside.

  "Thank God for air-conditioning," said Panos.

  "I'll say," agreed Jason looking at the heat haze that shimmered just above the bitumen of the road.

  After two hours in the car, Jason spotted a sign that said 'Daylight Beach'. "What about there?" he asked.

  "I don't know," said Panos. "Should we go somewhere that's signposted?"

  "Probably not," said Jason. "But keep your eye out for a little track or something and we can go down and check out a more secluded spot."

  Not two minutes later, Panos said, "Stop!"

  Jason indicated and pulled over to the side of the road.

  "There's a little track back there. I'm sure of it."

  Jason reversed a couple of meters and was just able to make out an area where the grass and shrubbery wasn't so thick. "It looks like it used to be a track," he said.

  "But that's what we want, isn't it?" asked Panos. "Not much chance of anyone else using it."

  Jason turned the wheel and the Jeep pushed through the undergrowth toward the beach. Twice Panos had to get out and remove debris from the track, but as the trees and shrubs thinned out, they were well rewarded. There was a small grassy area in front of a large sand dune where they could park.

  "You're brilliant," said Jason, leaning over to give his lover a kiss on the lips.

  Both men got out of the Jeep and walked around to the back of the vehicle. Panos lifted out the icebox with the drinks and the beach umbrella while Jason grabbed the icebox containing their lunch and the bag containing their towels, sun cream, hats and other various bits and pieces they had packed. Like a pair of intrepid tourists, they trudged up the dune, lugging their gear with them, and when they got to the top they were greeted by a breathtaking view: cool blue-green water lapping at the white, shell-strewn sand. To their left, a large rocky ledge jutted out from the mainland forming a barrier between them and Daylight Beach, and there was not a soul in sight for the entire length of the beach to their right.

  As soon as they had unburdened themselves and set up the umbrella, Jason stripped off. "Let's go," he said, starting for the water.

  Panos looked nervously up and down the beach.

  "Babe, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise," said Jason, noticing his lover's discomfort.

  Slowly, Panos removed his shirt and dropped his cargo pants. He stepped out of them, and then bent down to pick them up. Keeping a watchful eye on the beach, he folded his pants up and placed them, along with his shirt, in a neat pile beside his beach towel.

  "Come on!" said Jason impatiently. "Stop delaying the inevitable."

  Panos dashed across the sand to Jason, and then, hand-in-hand, they ran into the water, leaping and splashing each other. Jason dived into the water, and when he surfaced, he noticed that Panos had also dived under and was swimming at a great rate out to sea.

  "Would you look at..." said Jason watching the dark, silvery figure of Panos speed away from him and then, after losing sight of him for a minute or two, come racing back.

  Panos launched himself out of the water and flew through the air like a dolphin before diving head first back in. He swam a circle around Jason, and then surfaced in a burst of bubbles directly in front of him.

  "Amazing," Panos said, only slightly out of breath. "The sea looks so bright and clear by day. Thank you."

  Under the sun and with the sea bobbing about them, they kissed, their hands roaming over each other's backs, caressing, soothing, pulling each other closer. Their hard cocks were pressed together and dribbling precome, one lubricating the other. Slowly, they began to grind their hips together, and their cocks slipped smoothly over each other like serpents in an erotic tango.

  Panos bent down and took one of Jason's nipples into his mouth as they both began to masturbate, though it wasn't long until Panos turned him around so that he was facing the opposite direction. He felt Panos part his arse cheeks and a buzz as the tip of Panos' tongue touched the pink flesh of his arsehole. He moaned.

  "Oh, yeah. That feels so good," he said, reaching around to place his free hand on top of Panos' head. "That's it. Get your tongue right in there."

  Jason thrust his arse out, wanting more of Panos' tongue inside him. The whole time, his hand was busy on his cock, working the shaft as Panos' tongue continued to work its magic on his lightly-haired arsehole.

  "Oh, baby, I'm getting close. If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot."

  Panos didn't reply, at least not with words. Instead, Jason felt him spread his arse cheeks
even wider, and then his mouth and tongue go into overdrive. He felt the tongue trying to push its way through the tight ring of muscle, Panos' lips sucking and slurping at the puckered skin. He could hear how much Panos was enjoying what he was doing, and that intensified the feelings he was experiencing.

  "That's it. I've got to shoot. I'm going to--"

  His sentence was finished by a series of loud grunts. Ribbons of come shot out of his cock, flying across the water, and then falling into it, congealing and looking for all the world like jellyfish tentacles as they slowly floated away.

  Panos turned him around again and sucked the last few drops of come from Jason's cock before standing and kissing Jason, passing the last remnants of come back to him.

  "No one has done anything like that before," said Jason. "That was... I can't even find words to describe it. Awesome!"

  "Plenty more where that came from," said Panos with a twinkle in his eye.

  "So now it's your turn," said Jason, reaching down and taking Panos' cock in his hand.

  Panos grinned. "I'm going to save my turn." He kissed Jason on the lips. "Do you mind? I want to enjoy the water a bit longer."

  "Well in that case, I think I might get out and do a bit of sunbathing. Don't want this tan of mine to fade. Took too long to get it."

  "I'll try not to be too long."

  They kissed again before Panos leaped into the air and dived into the water. Jason watched him speed off towards Africa, and then turned and walked back to his towel. For fifteen minutes, Jason lay, basted in lotion, beneath the warm, soothing rays of the sun. If only life could be this good all the time, he thought to himself before his mind went completely blank and he started dozing.

  He was roused from his blissful slumber by a shower of tiny, icy cold drops of water and a burst of familiar laughter.

  "That was beyond incredible," Panos said as he plopped himself down on his towel. "There's an old wreck out there. Unbelievable. I got you this."

  He tossed Jason an old coin, corroded on one side but almost flawless on the other.

  Jason beamed. "A souvenir," he said, examining the silver coin. "How sweet."

  "Nothing's too good for my baby," said Panos as he leaned across and kissed Jason on the lips.

  The sound of an approaching outboard motor drew their attention to the water. Jason's first thought was of Panos, who was watching the small boat speed into view with a grim expression.

  "Just lay down on your towel," Jason said. "They can't see anything from out there."

  Panos flattened himself against his towel, his eyes riveted on the boat.

  As it went by, it slowed and someone on board waved. Jason waved back and the boat accelerated away.

  "Perhaps we should go home now," said Panos. "I mean, why did they slow down?"

  "To say hello," explained Jason. "Just forget about it. They won't be back."

  But about an hour after they had finished lunch, the boat did return, and even worse, just as Panos was walking into the water for one final swim.

  Jason sat bolt upright. He felt his heartbeat quicken. Sitting up on his knees, he called out to Panos, but Panos had already dived beneath the surface of the water.

  For almost five minutes, the small boat bobbed up and down in the same spot. Jason, who had sat back down, watched them like a hawk, keeping an eye on them as they did a small circle of the area before speeding off the way they had come. That was one problem fixed, but he was left wondering what the hell Panos was doing, and where he had disappeared to.

  The afternoon sun had begun to sink, and Jason was anxiously pacing the shoreline, looking out to sea for any sign of Panos. A small group of dolphins meandering by started his heart racing because, initially, he thought that it might have been Panos, or that Panos might have been with them. But he knew he was grasping at straws.

  Only as the sun was setting, the sky alight with great splashes of color as it kissed the horizon, did a tired, bedraggled figure stagger from the waves.

  Jason ran to meet him. "Where have you been?" he asked, helping Panos out of the water. "My nerves are in bloody tatters. I didn't know if you were coming back or not."

  "Let's just go home," Panos panted.

  Jason had long since packed up the umbrella and the picnic gear, so it didn't take him long to get it and Panos back to the Jeep. In minutes, they were back on the road, and by eight o'clock, they were pulling into the driveway of their home.

  Jason gave Panos, who had slept most of the way, a gentle shake. "We're home," he said with a reassuring smile.

  Panos didn't even look at him. He opened the door, swung it shut, and walked around the front of the Jeep toward the veranda.

  Jason jumped out of the car. "Aren't you going to help me inside with all the beach gear?"

  Panos turned and glowered at him. "I knew we shouldn't have gone," he growled before going inside.

  Jason felt as though he'd just been smacked across the face. Surely Panos didn't blame him for what had happened. He'd only been trying to help, to give Panos the thing he wanted most. He shrugged his shoulders and started unpacking the Jeep. Perhaps tomorrow, he thought, Panos might be in a better frame of mind. They would talk about it then.

  Yet the new day brought with it an even bigger problem. Splashed across the front page of the local newspaper was a photo of Panos with his gills and scales circled. 'The Incredible Fish Man' screamed the headline.

  "What are we going to do?" asked Jason after Panos had literally thrown the paper at him.

  "I'm leaving town," said Panos. "That's all there is to it. It'll only be a matter of time before they work out who it is in the picture, and I don't want to be around when they do."

  "Where are we going to go?" asked Jason. "Have you thought about that?"

  "I don't care where you go," said Panos. "And I haven't decided where I'm going yet. I'm packing as much as I can fit into my car, and then I'm off."

  Jason felt nauseous. Panos was blaming him. How had a pleasant day at the beach turned into such a nightmare? "This isn't my fault," said Jason.

  Panos turned around and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, who else--actually, no, I blame myself for having listened to you in the first place. I knew it was a disaster just waiting to happen. I shouldn't have been so stupid!"

  Jason felt his eyes water. He sniffed the tears back before they spilled over onto his cheek. "I only wanted us to have a pleasant day out. You said you wanted to do the things that everyone else got to do, and I was helping you to do that. I just wanted you to be happy."

  "Yeah, well look at me," snapped Panos. "I'm as happy as a fuckin' pig in mud."

  Jason couldn't speak. All he could do was watch Panos march out of the kitchen, leaving behind him a vacuum in which Jason could neither hear nor feel anything for a good five minutes. Then, in the mists of his mind, an idea formed. If Panos really believed that all this was his fault, then he would get Panos out of trouble. And he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

  He got up and walked directly to Panos' room.

  "I didn't hear you knock," said Panos, barely glancing up from his packing.

  "Panos, I know you blame me for this, and I feel really bad. But I have a solution."

  "So do I, thanks."

  "No, but if you leave town, when will you ever be able to come back? This is your home, your parent's house. You belong here. I have a solution so that you'll be able to stay here and get rid of the problem, forever!"

  Panos continued emptying his drawers into every available case. "Your ideas are what got me into this mess in the first place."

  "Would you at least like to hear what I have to say first? I think you'll agree that it's the perfect solution."

  "It's a free country," said Panos. "If it'll make you feel better, go ahead."

  Jason stood in the doorway and explained what he had in mind, and Panos was so impressed that he stopped packing and threw his arms around Jason.


  "How can I stay mad at you?" asked Panos. "I'm sorry for being such a bastard. We'd better get on with it. God knows when the shit'll hit the fan."

  "Okay, then you go and have a shower, and I'll go into town. I should only be half an hour. Don't answer the door or the phone. Hopefully, we'll be ready for them when they get here."

  Jason grabbed the car keys and drove the short distance into the town center. His first stop was the chemist, and then, on his way to the art supplies shop, he noticed a toy store and went inside. He made a purchase, telling the clerk he was buying a present for his nephew, and then continued on to the art supplies shop, where he bought some paint and brushes. He wasn't aware of people treating him any differently or any suspicious looks in the street, and he hoped that was the way things would stay, but then again, it was not yet morning tea time and people may not have had a chance to read the newspaper or swap gossip.

  He returned home to find Panos waiting, naked, for him in the kitchen.

  "Now this may be for nothing, and let's hope so, but if anyone comes sniffing around we'll be ready for them," Jason said. "You're going to have to be patient."

  Jason took all his purchases out of their bags, laying the motley collection out on the table. He took a couple of bowls from the cupboard, a couple of spoons, a sponge from beneath the kitchen sink, and a butter knife.

  "What are you going...?" Panos began to ask.

  "Just trust me," said Jason. "This is going to be so much fun. You know, I started a theatrical make-up course just after university. Dropped out, though."

  He started by mixing up some paint, dabbing some on Panos' neck to get a perfect color match. He then removed a tub of modeling clay, mixed in some silicon adhesive, and with the butter knife, smeared a light covering of the concoction over Panos' gills.

  "Can you still breathe okay?"

  "Sure can."

  Next he applied some of the mixture to the fin that ran down Panos' spine. When he had finished, Jason, using the butter knife again, molded the modeling clay on Panos spine into little bumps that resembled vertebrae. The scales were more difficult to cover, though. Even with quite a thick covering of molding clay, the surface still looked lumpy.