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HREE DAYS later, Christopher stepped around a long strand of soggy kelp and into the surf, bracing himself for the shock of the cold water against his legs. Doug was already waist deep, bouncing over the gentle waves as they broke against his smooth chest. Christopher let him go, content to watch the water cling to his dark skin and fall in glimmering streams over the smooth planes and valleys of his muscles.
He spent a bit too long staring, though, and had to rush deeper into the water. Hopefully the sudden drop in temperature would help him avoid looking like a pervert in front of the families around them. The shock of the water helped for a few moments, and then Doug smiled at him. It wasn’t the usual reserved smile Doug occasionally sent him when he couldn’t bring himself to say “I’m on your side” out loud. It was bright, open, and brimming with laughter. With the water dripping off thick chunks of his hair and making the dark black strands sparkle, he looked happier than Christopher had ever seen him. Something inside of Christopher tightened a little.
Doug splashed a handful of water at him and dove under the crashing water rolling toward them. Christopher had to jump into the wave to keep his head above water. The water plowed into him, so strong it lifted his feet off the sand. Before he managed to get back on something solid, Doug popped out of the water beneath him, his arms closed around Christopher, and hefted him out of the water altogether. The world spun as the water fell away. He felt like he was on a roller coaster, with Doug tossing around his hundred and ninety pound frame as though he weighed nothing.
He tried to convince himself the high-pitched scream he heard before the water closed over him wasn’t his, but he knew better. Doug followed him down, skimming his hands over Christopher’s chest and shoulders beneath the water.
And just like that, his shrunken cock sprang back to life as if the waves off Imperial Beach were actually warm. Doug squeezed his ass beneath the water, but the need to take a breath became pressing. Christopher kicked off the bottom, surging up and away from Doug’s enticing hands. When he broke the surface, he sucked in a lungful of air and realized they were deep enough he had to tread water. He spun around, looking for his lover.
The kids playing in the surf seemed far away, and the waves lifted him up and down, but they didn’t push him under like they did closer to the shore. But he couldn’t see Doug anywhere.
He bit back the panic that rose automatically and forced himself to think. Doug had been prepared to go under when he tossed Christopher, so he’d probably taken a deeper breath. And despite the fact that Christopher had never seen him swim before, the battered surfboards lovingly tucked away in his garage hinted that Doug was probably much stronger in the water than him. Since the only thing Christopher usually liked to do at the beach was stare at guys, that wasn’t saying much.
“Doug!” he called.
His lover rose from the water behind him, snaking his arms around Christopher’s chest. He tensed for a moment, just in case Doug decided to dunk him again. “We should swim back a bit,” Doug said, moving in a circle around him with a lazy sidestroke. “I can’t touch you if you can’t touch the bottom.”
Christopher nodded and followed Doug back toward the shore as best he could. Compared to Doug’s efficient breaststroke, his own sloppy attempt at making progress in the water was a joke. Doug reached the shallower water, dawdled for a moment, and then came back toward him. “Let your body stretch out,” he said quietly. “If you try to stay upright in the water, you’re barely going to move at all.”
“Stretch out?”
“Give me your hands.”
Only a little nervous, Christopher held out both hands. Doug took them and pulled him toward the shore. “Let your feet come up behind you. You want to break the surface when you
He spent a bit too long staring, though, and had to rush deeper into the water. Hopefully the sudden drop in temperature would help him avoid looking like a pervert in front of the families around them. The shock of the water helped for a few moments, and then Doug smiled at him. It wasn’t the usual reserved smile Doug occasionally sent him when he couldn’t bring himself to say “I’m on your side” out loud. It was bright, open, and brimming with laughter. With the water dripping off thick chunks of his hair and making the dark black strands sparkle, he looked happier than Christopher had ever seen him. Something inside of Christopher tightened a little.
Doug splashed a handful of water at him and dove under the crashing water rolling toward them. Christopher had to jump into the wave to keep his head above water. The water plowed into him, so strong it lifted his feet off the sand. Before he managed to get back on something solid, Doug popped out of the water beneath him, his arms closed around Christopher, and hefted him out of the water altogether. The world spun as the water fell away. He felt like he was on a roller coaster, with Doug tossing around his hundred and ninety pound frame as though he weighed nothing.
He tried to convince himself the high-pitched scream he heard before the water closed over him wasn’t his, but he knew better. Doug followed him down, skimming his hands over Christopher’s chest and shoulders beneath the water.
And just like that, his shrunken cock sprang back to life as if the waves off Imperial Beach were actually warm. Doug squeezed his ass beneath the water, but the need to take a breath became pressing. Christopher kicked off the bottom, surging up and away from Doug’s enticing hands. When he broke the surface, he sucked in a lungful of air and realized they were deep enough he had to tread water. He spun around, looking for his lover.
The kids playing in the surf seemed far away, and the waves lifted him up and down, but they didn’t push him under like they did closer to the shore. But he couldn’t see Doug anywhere.
He bit back the panic that rose automatically and forced himself to think. Doug had been prepared to go under when he tossed Christopher, so he’d probably taken a deeper breath. And despite the fact that Christopher had never seen him swim before, the battered surfboards lovingly tucked away in his garage hinted that Doug was probably much stronger in the water than him. Since the only thing Christopher usually liked to do at the beach was stare at guys, that wasn’t saying much.
“Doug!” he called.
His lover rose from the water behind him, snaking his arms around Christopher’s chest. He tensed for a moment, just in case Doug decided to dunk him again. “We should swim back a bit,” Doug said, moving in a circle around him with a lazy sidestroke. “I can’t touch you if you can’t touch the bottom.”
Christopher nodded and followed Doug back toward the shore as best he could. Compared to Doug’s efficient breaststroke, his own sloppy attempt at making progress in the water was a joke. Doug reached the shallower water, dawdled for a moment, and then came back toward him. “Let your body stretch out,” he said quietly. “If you try to stay upright in the water, you’re barely going to move at all.”
“Stretch out?”
“Give me your hands.”
Only a little nervous, Christopher held out both hands. Doug took them and pulled him toward the shore. “Let your feet come up behind you. You want to break the surface when you
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