Page 15 of Sun, Sea and Spotted Squid

“What’s up?” Sam asked, bounding over to him.

“How are things going with Wolfgang? Miguel suggested you might be struggling to gel.”

He stared over Sam’s shoulder, presumably at his squid partner, who had insisted on helping Miguel load some gear onto a trolley while Sam stood there like a weakling, holding the bags.

“Oh, he’s okay. I’m getting there. I think.”

Ruben took his arm. “I don’t want you missing out on getting the most from this placement just because he’s a bit distant. If you need any advice or help, give me a shout. I’m here all the time and can always find an hour or so to go through things.”

He had a glint in his eye as he said this, and Sam got the feeling they wouldn’t be talking squid for long.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” he replied. It didn’t hurt to keep his options open.

“You do that. Now off you go and discover our beautiful sea.”

Sam suspected Ruben would be watching as he joined Wolfgang and Miguel again.

Talk about making a boy paranoid.

“Everything all right?” Wolfgang asked.

“Perfectly,” Sam replied. “Now are we going to find those squid or what?”

Half an hour later and Miguel stood proudly at the wheel of the boat while Wolfgang and Sam sat in the rear. Things were pretty perfect.

“You’re looking awfully pink,” Sam shouted to Wolfgang over the deafening outboard motor. “We’re on the hunt for squid, not lobster.”

“You are very funny,” he said with a straight face.

Sam reached into his bag and produced some factor fifty sunscreen that he threw across to Wolfgang.

“Thank you,” he said, with amusement. “Very organised.”

Sam found it hard to tell whether Wolfgang meant what he said or if he was mocking him. Much to Sam’s surprise, Wolfgang stripped off his T-shirt and applied cream over his face and body. Never one to let an opportunity pass him by, Sam drank in Wolfgang’s impressive physique.

His porcelain-white skin screamed to be touched. To Sam’s horror, there was stirrings in his underwear as Wolfgang slowly massaged the cream into his pecs.

He threw the bottle over to Sam and turned. “Would you?” he asked over his shoulder.

Sam had his wetsuit on up to his waist until they got into the water. If things down there got more pronounced, he wouldn’t be able to disguise it. What choice did he have? Someone had to help this poor man.

Being paid for this certainly beat asking people if they wanted fries with that. Which was what he’d been doing a few weeks before.

Once finished, Wolfgang spun around. “I might as well do you while we’re at it. Better to be safe than sorry.”

Oh come on. Does someone up there have it in for me?

Sam obeyed and stared out to sea, desperately hoping that his dick would control itself.

“Wow, you are really tan. You’re lucky,” Wolfgang said as the lotion hit Sam’s skin. His cock almost exploded when Wolfgang’s hands touched his shoulders. Slowly and methodically, the sexy German worked cream into every part of Sam’s back. His hands snaked around the sides and down to the bunched-up wetsuit around Sam’s waist.

Sam focused on his breathing.

Then the moment fizzled away as he dropped the bottle into Sam’s lap, who winced as it struck his full-blown hard-on.

“I’ll let you finish off,” he said.

“Sorry?”