He was anything but adult right now. Sitting there in his pajama bottoms, making a bracelet, forgetting to eat. Forgetting the sun. His shoulders looked a little red, and I assumed he’d been sitting here since the sun had flooded the patio area.

“You need sunscreen, ragazzo,” I said. “Do you know where you keep it?”

He shrugged and pointed distractedly toward the house, then focused on adding the last bead to the bracelet. “Maybe in Daddy’s bathroom, I don’t know.”

It gave me an idea. I’d already spent an hour sweating buckets at the event, and I was hoping for some hot sex when August came back. Camden and I could use a good cleanin’. And it would give me a chance to find out where Camden’s mind was at. If he was in a sexual mind-set today or not.

It might be easier if we saved the festival for tomorrow anyway. August wouldn’t be working then.

“Finish your sandwich, Camden,” I told him. “Then you and I are taking a bath.”

He whipped his head my way, youthful excitement lighting up his eyes. “Can you wash me and scratch my scalp? I love that.”

As if I’d be able to keep my hands off him.

This was gonna frustrate me to no end.

“Come here.” I closed the lid on the toilet after wrapping a towel around my hips, and I sat down with a towel for Camden. He stepped between my legs so I could dry him off and hopefully get a fucking answer.

He kept rambling about a new action figure he wanted to buy and that he was saving his allowance from Daddy in his “super-cool” Darth Vader piggy bank. Which spoke volumes about where Camden’s mind was, and it wasn’t sex. But his body said otherwise.

“Such a beautiful boy.” It was difficult to keep the lust out of my voice as I wrapped him up in the towel and moved it over his torso and arms.

We’d washed each other thoroughly in the big tub, and he’d driven me insane with innocent exploring. Almost no kissing, mainly because his mouth hadn’t stopped running, but his touches were shameless and bold. He’d told me that he’d wash me like Daddy washed him, and before I’d known what was gonna happen, he’d slipped a hand between my ass cheeks and started fingering me in the water.

At the same time, he’d talked about his fucking arts and crafts.

“You’re still hard, Sir.” He bent down and poked at my cock creating a bulge in the towel.

“So are you.” I shifted my hand to his crotch and dragged the towel over his cock and balls.