Getting To The Bottom

I used to work for a large company that employed a lot of college interns. At the time, I was going to the coast to dive at least one weekend every month. Several times I ended up taking along one or another of the interns who wanted to dive. Usually, they had taken a few lessons at their college, but never really dove in the ocean before. It turns out that the experience has a great aphrodisiac effect on the college-age male! At least three of them made major passes at me, the evening after their first open ocean dive. Here's one of them.

I first met Tommy casually at the local health club. He was hard to miss since he and one of his buddies were in the habit, as was I, of swimming some laps after lifting weights. However, instead of dashing straight through the connecting hallway between the locker room and the pool, these guys would parade around the whole club wearing only their swim trunks. It was obvious that they were showing off their lean slender physiques and chiseled muscles. They were trolling for girls, but all kinds of heads would swivel after they passed by. Once in awhile Tommy and I spotted for each other in the weight room and had some short casual conversations, especially after we also met at work.

When I mentioned that I was headed to the coast for a weekend of diving, Tommy was very interested. He said that he used to dive all the time, back where he lived in the southeast. He had all kinds of certifications - had his dive master card and was planning to go for instructor. Well, this sounded pretty good to me, since I was actually getting a little tired of playing den mother to beginners. It would be good to have a competent buddy who was relaxed enough with his skills and equipment to just have a good time. We made arrangements to meet after work on Friday and head out. Since it was still winter, we would stay at an inexpensive motel a few miles from the coast, instead of camping out.

On the beach, Tommy seemed a little nervous as we discussed the plan for our first dive, and became even more so as he pulled his duffel bag of rented gear out of the truck. It quickly became obvious that he was a big talker, but really had limited experience with diving.

"Er, I've never really put on a heavy wetsuit like this before," he confessed. "The water is always warm back home..." his voice trailed off.

"Here we go again," I thought, as I showed him how to get into his suit. We were standing on an open jetty with only the lee side of the truck to protect us from the winter winds blowing off the ocean. I had already stripped down to my speedo in preparation for squeezing into my suit, and the chill was making me a little clumsy. Consequently we made quite a bit of body contact as I helped him pull on the tight neoprene. I remember thinking that it was probably a good thing that I was all cold and goose-pimply, or I surely would have sprung a woody. Still, it was kind of fun to finally get a feel of that smooth young stud flesh.

Once we had Tommy armored-up, I quickly slipped into my gear and we stepped into the water. Tommy was obviously having second thoughts as the cold seawater seeped into his suit - it's always an eye opener when it hits the crotch. Anyway, I got us swimming right away toward the point where we planned to descend, and the activity quickly warmed us up. As we approached the bottom, I kept a close watch on Tommy's eyes and the rate of his breathing. The tell-tale bubbles were coming a little too fast for my liking, as we descended through the murky water. Fortunately, as the bottom appeared, the eyes lost that slightly panicky look as Tommy focused on the panorama of anemones, barnacles and kelp that blanketed the reef, and the fish of all sizes that were calmly going about their business. I could tell that the moment had passed - Tommy had forgotten all about being scared and was busy being reborn into the ocean. I've seen that look a lot in people who are born to do this. (The others, you swim back to the beach and buy them a hot chocolate.) We continued on our planned dive.

On the second dive of the day, I searched through the crevices between boulders at the bottom of the jetty. Tommy was puzzled at what I was doing but contented himself with watching the big cabezons and ling cod along the way. Finally, I found what I was looking for and pulled Tommy's arm down until he could see into the dark hole. His bubbles started coming fast again, and his eyes grew wide as he realized that he was looking into the eyes of a giant pacific octopus! I cracked open a sea urchin with my knife and handed a piece of meat to Tommy, then held his wrist down toward the hole. His expression was priceless as a tentacle snaked out of the hole and slowly wrapped around his wrist, while another tentacle smoothly took the treat out of his fingers. I think his jaw would have gaped open, except that he had to keep hold of his regulator, to keep breathing! We fed the rest of the urchin to our eight-armed friend, but we couldn't tempt him into coming out of his hole that day. Tommy was entranced. I could tell that he would be back to do this again, and again.

That evening, we grabbed some burgers and headed to the motel for a hot shower and a beer. After a long day in the cold water, your mouth kind of gets stuck in the shape to grip the breathing regulator, until you can get warmed up. Everybody calls it "cocksuckers' cramp," just as a joke, of course...

Tommy couldn't stop talking about the things that he had seen that day.

"I know, buddy, I was there too..."

"Fuck yeah! This is a great weekend. Thanks for bringing me along!"

I had the first shower, squeezed in amongst all the dripping dive gear hanging in the tiny bath room, then I relaxed on my bed with a book and a beer. Tommy finished his shower, grabbed a beer, and turned on the TV. I was a little surprised that he flopped down on his bed wearing only his boxers - the cheap motel room was none too warm. He seemed a little nervous again, for some reason. After he got up to open a second beer, I glanced up and realized that he was idly rubbing his own stomach, and the inside of his thigh. My own shorts started to get a little snug as I thought about how fun it would be to do that for him.

"I dunno," said Tommy suddenly, for no apparent reason, "I'm supposed to have a girl friend and all, but..." he trailed off.

Surprised, I looked up from my book and contemplated him. What was that supposed to mean? Was he talking about something on the TV?

"But you're thinking of looking for some action in the big city?" I hazarded. (We were on the outskirts of Seattle. (I know, not really "the coast," but...))

"Yeah, well..." (long pause) "I was thinkin' we might have a little fun tonight." He looked nervously into my eyes as he lifted his beer with one hand, and the other hand slid under the waistband of his boxers.

I just looked at him in astonishment as he slowly began to stroke his growing hard on, watching me all the time. I slowly sat up and realized that my own cock was raging hard and straining at my sweats. Finally, I tentatively reached across the gap between the little beds and placed my hand on Tommy's hard stomach, feeling that which I'd only watched longingly before. I traced the outlines of his abs with my fingers. The muscles pulsed and twitched beneath my touch as Tommy continued to stroke his meat. Slowly, my hand wandered up and traced the outline of the small but chiseled pecs and around to the wide tapering lats. I was over on his bed now, and my hands moved back to the chest, fingers lightly flicking over the hard little nipples. Tommy groaned and pulled his cock fully out of his shorts. It was a good eight-inches hard, with a nice shaped head and a little drop of precum balanced in the opening of the slit.

I stripped off my own shirt and moved down to the foot of the bed. I pulled down on the waistband of Tommy's boxers and he lifted his ass to let me slip them off. There I was, kneeling between the legs of this naked hard-bodied Adonis who actually wanted to make it with me! My head was spinning. I pulled off my sweats, freeing my rigid cock, and crawled forward to feast on Tommy.

I planted my hands on either side of his torso, in push-up position. Our rigid members bounced against each other as Tommy made little fucking motions with his hips. I dipped my head and tasted the side of his neck. It was so hard, and so hot! I could feel his pulse with my tongue. I slowly kissed and licked my way down to his chest and traced the outlines of his pecs with my tongue. All this time, Tommy's hands were roaming over my torso, pulling at my lats, rubbing my chest, and grabbing at my cock. I nibbled on his nipples, one, then the other. They were raging as hard as his cock as I flicked them with my tongue and teeth. There was a thin line of hair growing between the pecs that I pulled on with my teeth. I backed up a little, pulling my cock out of Tommy's hand - I was coming a little too close, too fast - and nuzzled farther down the treasure trail to my next stop. I was fascinated by Tommy's ripped, flat stomach, and I spent a bit of time exploring it with my tongue. I traced the outlines of his abs, and lapped at the shallow navel. Tommy's cock was pressed against my chest, and he was fucking the groove between my pecs.

Finally, I moved my face down the treasure trail until my mouth found the base of the cock. At this time, I had never tasted a cock before, but this was a perfect specimen for a first try. I started by licking it like a lollypop, and running my tongue around the rim of the head. Taking the head into my mouth, I paused to let the taste of precum soak into my tongue, then slowly, slowly, started pumping up and down to see how far down I could take it. Tommy's fingers were curled in my hair as I bobbed up and down. When I started gagging on his meat, I wrapped my hand around the rest of the shaft and started fisting the bottom and sucking the top.

It didn't take long before Tommy's hips started bucking and he started chanting, "fuck yeah, fuck yeah! Uhn...! Uhn...!" Jets of cum shot over my tongue into my mouth, as I kept sucking and stroking. Tommy's shaking and groaning went on and on. When I thought he was done, I took another long suck on his cock and his body went rigid again and he gasped, as the head was now super sensitive.

Finally, Tommy hooked his hands under my armpits and pulled us together. He leaned in for a long kiss, and I let the remains of his cum flow back into his mouth for a taste. This seemed to drive his tongue crazy and it darted around inside my mouth, looking for every last bit of spunk. My cock was trapped between our bellies and I started making small humping motions as I fucked the hot sweaty space between us. Tommy grabbed my ass with both hands to squeeze us tighter together.

After some long pleasurable time - maybe it was half an hour, maybe only five minutes - Tommy whispered, "I want you to fuck me tonight."

My mind reeled, and I rocked back to look at him. "Well, that sounds... incredibly hot... but I've never done it before..."

"It's cool," he said, "I already cleaned myself out in the shower. Besides, even if you fumble a little, it'll still be fun." Now he was slowly fisting my cock... which despite my hesitance, was dripping in anticipation.

I got up and dug a condom out of my travel kit - carried there for years in crazy optimism - and looked around for some lubricant. Finally, I grabbed a can of silicone spray from my dive bag and returned to the bed. Tommy had been finishing his beer, which he now put down so he could kneel down and suck my cock back to hardness. Then he took the rubber from me and rolled it onto my shaft. He flopped back onto the bed and lifted his legs, rolling a pillow under his ass.

"Let's do it this way to start," he said, "I want to watch you fuck me."

I sprayed some lube onto my hand and stroked it onto my cock. Then I sprayed it liberally onto Tommy's ass.

"Damn, that's cold!" he said. Then, "Open me up with your fingers."

I rubbed my finger around his slick, hot pucker as Tommy stroked his own re-hardened shaft.

"Finger fuck me now!" he said. And I let one, then two slick digits slide into his tight hole. The moist internal warmth of Tommy's ass felt incredible on my fingers as I rotated my wrist one way, then the other to stretch open the tight sphincter. Pushing deeper, I searched for the prostate - I could never touch my own. I located and stroked a little lump behind the base of Tommy's cock and he started quivering and groaning.

Presently, he moaned, "Now! I want you to fuck me now!"

Using the silicone and the ass slime on my hand, I pumped my cock back to full rigidity. It didn't take much, since I was as hot as I'd ever been at this point. I placed the head of my cock against Tommy's now swollen and dripping pucker and looked at it parked there for just a minute. It was So... Fucking... Hot... Neither of us could stand the pressure for long and we both pushed until his ass opened, then enclosed the head of my cock. The hot tightness was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Far tighter than any pussy, Tommy's athletic asshole gripped and clenched my cock as I slowly slid deeper and deeper into him. We both were groaning now. I bottomed out and Tommy contracted his ring to squeeze me tight. I slowly pulled back until his sphincter just gripped the head of my cock, then back in.

"Fuck yeah!" breathed Tommy, "Fuck yeah! Fuck me now!"

I started picking up the pace, holding onto Tommy's legs for leverage. My cock slid in and out in long strokes as sweat began to trickle down my chest. Tommy's head turned from side to side as he fisted his own cock.

"Fuck yeah... Fuck yeah..."

After awhile, my head rolled back and my hips started pumping faster and faster - all by themselves, it seemed. I was rapidly slamming my cock hard into that tight jock hole with jack-hammer action. Tommy began bucking against me and started shooting cum onto himself. His ass spasmed like crazy on my cock and my balls churned once, then exploded... I pulled Tommy's ass clear off the bed and slammed into him again and again as rope after rope of cum tore out of my shaft.

Finally, I fell onto the bed beside Tommy, wadding the bulging condom into a towel. We lay there panting, hands on each others bodies, as we slowly started to cool down.

"Man, that was incredible," I said. "Thanks."

"It was great for me too," he said. Then propping himself up on one elbow to look at me, he said, "I think you'll be back to do this again..."

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