“It’s a full moon tonight.” He said it the way my mother used to say, “You’re tired,” when I was a child.

We went down to the river and bathed after breakfast. He didn’t bother with towels or clothes, and I didn’t either. Afterward, despite the fact we were both air-drying, the mood felt clearer. Lighter. I felt like I could breathe. He must have sensed it.

“Are you done being such a douchebag?” he asked.

I smiled weakly and shrugged. I hoped I was, but I didn’t want to overcommit.

“I said, are you going to stop being a douche now?”

The second time he said it, he punctuated the sentence with a sportsmanlike tap on my ass. As soon as he did it, he turned and flounced off, snickering and heading for home. The slight sting of his slap, along with the heat of his skin on mine was like a red rag to a bull. The effect was instantaneous. I didn’t have time to think it through. My body moved with no conscious input from me. I swung my arm back and delivered a sizzling slap on his left cheek. He jumped and grabbed his cheek in one hand.

“Ow, fuck, Sully! You don’t know your own stren…”

Before he could finish, I slapped his other cheek just as hard. He squealed and hopped up and down two or three times, squeezing his cheeks together. He looked fucking adorable. He looked so sexy my gums started to itch.

“What the hell was that for?”

I leaned in close, so close, I could almost have kissed him. “Oh, you know, just evening you out.”

He grumbled as he walked, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

I didn’t speak on the walk home. I couldn’t. Both his ass cheeks had bloomed bright pink in the shape of my handprint. I walked behind him and let myself hyper-focus on the perfection that was his milky white ass. I watched, transfixed as his cheeks moved up and down with each step he took. The fact his flesh was pink from my touch gratified and inflamed me. He bore my handprint. My mark. The sight of it fueled a lust in me unlike anything I’d ever felt. As I watched him walk, I thought about him on his knees. I thought about his legs spread and I thought about my dick inside him.

That was what I thought about.

That was what I wanted.

It felt like that was all I’d ever wanted, and it felt like that was all I’d ever want for the rest of my life.