Refugee

Chapter Sixteen - The Road to Gennadi.

Part Three - The Kingdom of Heaven.

“But Jesus said, suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
                                                                 Matthew 19:14.

Chapter Sixteen - The Road to Gennadi.

In front of them the long wispy grass swayed slightly in the breeze. The colour was a faded bleached out green that left the vegetation almost matching the pale yellow sand. The gentle slope of grass was lost to the beach that stretched out towards an ever more distant sea. The horizon was a long way off, somewhere almost out of view merging shades of blue left the sea disappearing into the sky. Sunlight bounced glistening off the water.

"Let's go and swim," Firas stood up, looking down at the other two boys.

"Yes!" Samir exclaimed, excited by the idea.

They had been lazing around on the beach all morning, letting their clothes dry, and just enjoying the sunshine. Amar stood up and began undressing. The next moment three naked boys were running towards the water.

The first to splash into the sea was Firas. "Ah... it's cold!"

Amar ran straight past him, followed by Samir. Soon all three were nearly waist deep, jumping around, shouting and splashing each other. Firas lost his step and fell over. Amar pulled him to his feet and Samir climbed on Amar's back. Well, he tried to, but Amar twisted sideways and he lost his grip. Samir was the second one to fall in the water, and Amar purposely dived down next to him.

Amar moved further out, where it was a little deeper, and started swimming. "Come and swim!" He called back to them.

Samir turned to look at Firas, then back to Amar, who now only had his head visible above the water. "I can't," he shouted.

"You don't know how to swim?" Firas looked at the youngster.

"No, I never learned."

Amar came back to join the other two, he put an arm around Samir. "One day I will teach you."

They dried off on the beach just next to the water’s edge, where the sand was still damp and compact.

"What are we gonna do?" Firas was looking at the oldest of the three of them. He smiled, not failing to notice the hard on Amar was getting. "And I don't mean about that," he laughed.

"It's the heat of the sun," Amar smiled back.

"If you say so," Firas nodded towards Samir who was lying on his stomach next to Amar, and pushing his toes into the wet sand. "But I'm not convinced."

Firas felt a stirring in himself, looking at the boy lying there naked. He was beautiful.

"I was thinking," Amar ignored the arousal and sexual vibes floating in the air. "We could put up the tent. Stay the night. What do you think?"

Samir turned his head sideways to look at Amar, then turned on his side to face them, resting his head on his arm. Despite not wanting it to happen, Firas was getting hard too, and it was Amar's turn to chuckle. Samir also had a huge grin on his face. With both of them looking at him, Firas was embarrassed.