Jason wants to call the moment on the beach in the late evening something like: the best time we have ever made love. Redder so far away. Relaxed here. Just the two of them. Alone. Hidden from their life next to Lake Erie. Of course, their s****l connection is wonderful, romantic, and erotically blissful, but it isn’t the best time of their fruitful life of s*x together. No, this isn’t the case. Just as the two men are about to come: Jason on Dillon’s rippled stomach, and Dillon spraying his pent liquid in his right hand and over its fingers, there is a challenging distraction to their left. Jason hears men laughing in the distance, some thirty feet away. Three different voices. All masculine. Three visitors from next door. The nudists.
Because it is dark out, Jason cannot make out their
