Cody proceeded to pull his own wetsuit on like it was a second skin.
Meanwhile I bashfully shed one item of clothing at a time. First my shirt, then my shorts, then my boxers, all the while peering around as though Bazza the policeman was about to leap out of the bush at any moment and arrest me for lewd and wilful exposure in a public place.
As soon as I was naked I quickly grabbed for my wetsuit.
Unfortunately, that’s where any speedy attempt to cover my nudity ended.
Trying to pull on the right leg of the wetsuit was like having my shin waxed. Getting the left leg in wasn’t much easier, as I hopped along the beach, the wetsuit squeaking against my skin before I lost my balance and fell on my bare ass in the sand.
“Oh, that’s bad,” said Cody, suddenly standing over me, his perfectly fitting wetsuit clinging to his muscular form.
“What’s bad?” I fretted, flailing around like a lizard trying to get back inside the skin it had just shed.
“Well, see, now that you’ve got sand all over your arse, pulling on that wetsuit is gonna feel like getting a scrub down with steel wool.” He yanked the wetsuit down my legs, shaking the sand out of it before helping me up and brushing my back down. “Let’s get all this nasty sand off you,” he said, slapping my ass in a way that turned me on even more. “Sand in your wetsuitis like having ants in your pants. Nobody wants that.”Slap, slap, brush-brush-brush. “There, how’s that?”
He turned me around to face him and raised his eyebrows at my now rock-hard dick. “Oh my. It looks like someone enjoyed their pat down a little too much. Although I gotta tell ya, this poses a whole new challenge when it comes to getting your wetsuit on.”
“Oh God, is it always this hard?”
“Your dick? You tell me.”
“No, I mean snorkeling. We haven’t even got the boat in the water yet and I’m already exhausted.”
“Relax, you’re gonna love it. We just need to figure out what to do with this first.” He gave my hard-on a gentle squeeze. “Someone needs to let the air out of your tires. Lucky for you I know just the solution.”
Without a moment’s hesitation he dropped to his knees in front of me and opened his mouth wide.
I gasped, then let my head go weak on my neck… letting my panic and paranoia wash away like seashells on the shore.
Cody finally got me into my wetsuit, a task that proved somewhat easier after a blow job, when my limbs were loose and limber and my entire body was calm and co-operative. He dragged the boat to the water’s edge, helped me in, then pushed us out into the gentle waves, pulling himself up into the boat with ease before the water got too deep.
He lowered the motor, turned the key in the ignition, and pulled the ripcord, starting it like a mower.
Soon we were heading out into the crystal blue, leaving the yellow sand and lush green bush behind.
The water rocked us softly, the wind still and the sun warm. When Cody cut the motor, the boat glided for a few moments more, then bobbed on the sea. It was quiet and serene, nothing but the clack and plonk of the small waves lapping against the hull. From a compartment in the bow of the boat, Cody pulled out an anchor and chain and dropped them into the water. The chain clanged against the side of the boat then stopped, and Cody gave the line a tug to make sure we were securely anchored.
“This looks like a good spot.” He picked up his diving mask, held it against his face, then leaned over the edge and dunked his entire head under the water.
“Oh my God, oh my God! What are you doing?” I shrieked, grabbing him by the shoulders and jerking him back up.
He took the mask away and pushed his sopping wet hair off his forehead. “What? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, apart from the fact that you just stuck your face in the water without even looking to make sure it was safe. What if there was a shark there, just waiting for you to stick your head in its fucking mouth.”
“Calm down. All I can see down there is coral and a couple of harmless little schools of fish. It’s the perfect spot for a dive.”
I looked around nervously, my eyes scanning the surface for a fin, my ears listening out for that tell-taleJawsmusic to start playing. “Are you sure this is safe?”
He sat beside me on the hard wooden bench in the middle of the small boat and wrapped an arm around me, our wetsuits squeaking against one another. “Hey, listen to me. There’s nothing to worry about when I’m around. I’ll fight off anything or anyone who ever tries to hurt you. You got that?”
I smiled and laid my head against his shoulder. “I know you will. But who’s gonna protect you? Do we really have to go downthere? Can’t we just stay in the boat and enjoy things from up here?”
“Babe, we’re gonna be fine. Besides, sometimes you’ve gotta risk the scary stuff so you can truly enjoy the wonderful things the world has to offer. If you stay in the boat your whole life, you’ll forever wonder what you missed out on down there. It’s pretty magical, let me tell ya.”
“It is?”
He nodded. “Like nothing else you’ve ever seen before.” He took my hand and squeezed it. “Come on, let’s go for a dip. I’ll be right by your side the whole time. I promise.”
