Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2011 20:19:01 -0500
From: Matthew Oswald <moswald12@gmail.com>
Subject: Daniel and Cody - Beyond Limits.

Forward: The Daniel and Cody "series" is as collection of short sexual
encounters, pretty much always involving sexual situations while in water
and breath holding, as that's my fetish. Don't know why, but then again,
who really knows why certain things really turn them on?  Regardless of
your own personal tastes, hope you enjoy!

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Daniel and Cody -- Beyond Limits

It was my birthday and despite an evening that promised a showering of
gifts from friends and family, there was only one thing I was looking
forward to: seeing Cody.

I was pedaling my bike toward Cambus Hole, one of Florida's secret
treasures. My dirt-bike lurched and shook as roots, ditches and rocks tried
to flip me over. Roads didn't exactly lead up to this place, just a series
of trails. It was a salt-water swimming hole, both beautiful and secluded.
Heading up as early as we were, we were probably going to have the place to
ourselves. I had set out while it was still dark.

We often met here to swim, either by ourselves or with a group of our
friends. Today, Cody told me he had a surprise planned for me. I love
Cody's surprises. He just has a talent for always meeting my expectations,
no matter how high I set them.

My bike coasted down the rest of the way, ending on the beach. To my
delight, no one was there. No one except Cody. Cody lay on a towel by the
side of the waterhole, his mousy brown hair a bit disheveled. His face
sported his never fading smile, which only got brighter when he saw me.

His emerald green eyes twinkled with both delight and mischief. He gently
pushed himself off the towel and rose on his bare feet, his light bronze
tan giving him a look that reminded me of an Egyptian prince.

To my surprise and delight, he wasn't wearing his usual swim trunks. He was
wearing only a red speedo that left very little to my imagination.

Where his hips met the muscles of his abdomen made a well defined V,
pointing straight to his ample, supple package, outlined in almost perfect
clarity.

"Jesus Christ," I said, stopping my bike.

Cody smiled and put a hand to his waist, gently pushing his hips
forward. It gave me a much better view of his bulge. "You like it?"

"Hell yes."

Cody turned to the side slightly, giving me a great view of his butt, the
firm little muscle nearly bursting out of the tight speedo. "See, that's
what I love about you." He gently ran a finger down one his left
butt-cheek. "I get to buy myself stuff on your birthday to make you happy."

I dismounted my bike and gently placed my hands on his hips. My mouth had
gone dry. "What can I say? I'm low maintenance."

Cody wrapped his hands around mine. I'd recently hit a growth spurt, so he
was now a few inches shorter than me. He tilted his head up so I could see
his sparkling verdant eyes and his pale, smooth lips.  Unable to resist, I
closed the distance, gently pressing my lips to his. His eyes never closed
as he smiled and giggled into my mouth.

"What's so funny?" I asked, gently moving my hand to his lower back.

"I'm just picturing the look on your face when I show you what I have
planned."

"When do I get to find out?" I asked.

Cody bit his lower lip with his top teeth. Combined with his smile, it was
the adorable look of a trouble-maker. "Once I get you out of these
clothes."

Cody gently slipped his hands under my t-shirt and lifted it off me. He
then slid his hands down the outside of my bathing suit, making sure to
give my half-erect cock a gentle squeeze as he helped me out of my sneakers
and socks.

"Someone might see," I cautioned him, as he grasped the band of my bathing
suit.

Cody smirked and pulled the band just far enough to release my rock-hard
cock into the air. It slapped my belly button.

"Don't worry," he said. He fingered the tip of my cock gently. I shivered
in pleasure. "Just wanted to see my little man." He smiled and bent down,
giving my mushroom head a quick kiss before pulling the band back and
slipping my soldier back into the barracks.

"Was he everything you remembered?" I asked, arching my brow. I couldn't
help but smile at Cody's quirkiness.

Cody giggled and leaned forward, licking my lips with a pass of his
tongue. "Oh yeah." He then released me and turned back to the
water. "C'mon." He ran into the water, sloshing through the teal waterhole
until he was up to his chest, then dove under and disappeared.

I smiled and ran after him. He surfaced about thirty seconds later, about
halfway to the middle of the waterhole, where a swimming dock was
anchored. As we swam closer to it, I noticed Cody's backpack was on the
deck. I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store.

Cody pulled himself up on the dock and held out his hand for me. While I
hardly needed help, I never turned down an opportunity to touch Cody.  I
took his soft hand and he helped me up.

Cody unzipped his bag, which was surprisingly full. I wondered how he swam
out here with such a heavy load, but Cody was so good in the water, I was
convinced one of his relatives must have been a tuna.

"First, I'm going to give you your toys," Cody said, putting the flare of a
game-show host onto his voice.

He removed a mask from the bag and tossed it over to me. It was part of his
SCUBA set. He then produced a small silver canister about the size of a
coffee thermos. I recognized it as an emergency air canister. It typically
stored enough for five minutes of breathing.

"Does no good to give you your present if you can't see it," Cody said, his
game-show drawl becoming a sexy purr. "And you still are lagging behind in
your downtime."

I smirked. "Sorry. Some of us don't have gills."

Cody laughed. "You just need to keep practicing. You'll be up to two
minutes before you know it."

"By then, you'll probably have outgrown this whole `dependency on oxygen'
thing and just live underwater," I muttered, snatching the spare air.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to my little helper... the most
vital toy of them all-" Cody began.

"-It's just me here, you know right?"

"It totally ruins it for me when you say that."

"Oh right, sorry."

Cody smiled again. "That's right, ladies and gentleman."  He then removed a
key from the backpack and placed it on the deck between us. "A key. A
simple piece of metal. All but useless without a lock. So what, dare I ask,
is it meant to unlock?"

My breath began to get colder in my lungs as my arousal nearly doubled in
anticipation.

He removed a pair of handcuffs and dangled them before my eyes. "Now, I
know what you're thinking -- big deal, Cody. Since you're the most elite,
awesome person in the world, you could easily swim with your hands or legs
cuffed together. There's no risk at all."

"Actually, I was wondering where you got those," I informed him. "Did you
steal them from a police station or something?"

"Just stop talking, buzzkill."

"That's me. Daniel, slayer of buzzes."

Cody gently pecked my lips, and then pulled back.

"Anyway, lucky for us, I've thought ahead," Cody rolled onto his back
playfully. His hand went to the side of the deck, into the water. He
hoisted up a metal chain attached to the dock. "Though my swimming skills
are borderline Jedi-like, binding myself to the anchor on the end of this
chain will insure I have but one means to escape a watery grave." Cody's
face became red and he seemed to shiver in delight at the prospect. "Just
this..."

He reached into the pouch of his backpack and removed a paper clip.

"Uh. Do you have any idea how to pick a lock using that?"

"Not a clue," Cody said, still smiling. He blinked his long lashes at me.

"But once I'm down there, I can't think of anywhere else I'd be more
inspired to learn."

"You're insane."

Cody removed a weighted diving belt from his bag and slipped it over his
bronze waist. He then secured one of the handcuffs to his left ankle.

"I'm going to ask you to do the honors when we get down, of course," Cody
purred, eyes twinkling. "It is, after all, your birthday surprise."

I grinned. "This is so your fetish, not mine."

"Oh you love it," Cody said, gently rubbing my chest with his
finger. "Don't even start."

I did. I truly, truly did. Not so much the suffocation, life-or-death
breath holding part but I will say it was fast becoming a turn on. It was
more seeing him underwater, in his element. So confident, so
comfortable. The way the water made his hair move. No mask, no fins, no
anything -- it gave him an unearthly beauty. And Cody knew I loved having
the spare air or the key: his life in my hands.

Belt securely fastened to his waist, he slid to the side of the dock and
began a series of deep breaths. I watched him, spellbound. His swimmer's
chest swelled so large, then collapsed as he inhaled and exhaled. His lung
capacity looked incredible. It was one of the rare times his smile faded,
lost in a steely concentration. His thin eyebrows were slanted toward the
bridge of his nose, his focus so deep.

I'd read somewhere that David Blaine had been able to hold his breath
around three and a half minutes when he was around our age. Cody's goal was
to get to three minutes someday.

I lowered my eyes and saw the bulge in his speedo had doubled in size,
tenting out.  I barely resisted the urge to gently touch his chest and slid
my hands down, feeling his tender meat and giving it a good luck squeeze.

Instead, I just watched him in silent awe as he prepared himself. At last,
he opened his eyes. It was over and his sweet smile returned.

"Ready?" he asked, softly.

I was so horny that I found it hard to keep myself from shaking. If I tried
to speak, my throat probably would just click. I slipped the mask on over
my eyes and nose, made sure it was comfortable. I picked up the reserve
air. I was about to nod, then I remembered something.

I turned my wrist over to see the face of my digital clock and set the
stopwatch to zero. "If we're going to do this, might as well make it
official."

Cody smirked and gently kissed my hand. "Don't you dare let me breathe
before I break my record."

He took a few rapid breaths and pushed himself off the dock. He hit the
surface of the water with a big splash. Weighed down with about thirty
pounds of metal between the cuffs and the diving belt, he sank like a
brick.

I stood and jumped off the dock, narrowing my body into a pencil.

The crystal clear water covered me, my momentum carrying me about six feet
down. The teal water was like a warm bath, the absolute perfect
temperature.

I looked down to see Cody sinking beneath me. His eyes were wide open,
unbothered in the slightest by the salt water. Seeing me check him out, he
faced the surface and gave me a wider smile and a wink. As he did, bubbles
drifted from his nose, air displaced by water.

How he could stand getting water ups his nose like that, I'd never know.

I swam down after him, entering a world filled with color. The swimming
hole had its own mini-reef, exotic coral and sea-life all but enveloped
us. Fish reflecting the light above swam near us as though curious about
this intrusion into their lair. The only thing out of place was the chain
leading up to the deck above, which Cody grasped every few feet, angling
his descent.

He hit the swimming hole floor, a poof of white sand billowing upward. He
gently squeezed his nose and popped his ears, a few bubbles escaping from
his nostrils. I swam down pushed upward, keeping myself from floating up.

Cody grasped the barnacle-covered anchor. His other hand reached for his
left leg, picking up the empty handcuff. He smiled, blinked, and waved it
in my direction.

I swam over to him and took the empty cuff. I slipped the cuff around the
thick metal ring linking the anchor to the chain going up. I gave him one
last look. Cody nodded in approval.

I clicked the handcuff closed, securing him to the anchor.

Cody opened his hand, revealing the paper clip. He began to bend it a
bit. Every motion of his was slow, deliberate and economical. Once he had
straightened it out, he sat up straight and began to poke at the lock of
the handcuffs with his improvised pick. I couldn't help but notice how
contracted the pupils of his eyes were underwater.

A few orphan bubbles leaked from his mouth. I glanced at the watch. We'd
just past forty-five seconds. My lungs were starting to ache, but Cody
looked just as comfortable now as when he had first entered. I raised the
air canister to my mouth and took a breath. Cody looked up from his work,
grinned, shook his head, and resumed trying to pick the lock.

I pouted and decided to not let that razz go `unpunished'. I swam up and
over him. Cody stopped his work and rolled onto his back, looking up at me
with curiosity. I reached down and tucked my fingers into his speedo.

Cody feigned a look of shock and surprise, but then blinked his beautifully
long lashes and took my hands in his.

Together, we pulled down his speedo, allowing his hard, six inch cock to
slap up toward his belly button. I pulled the speedo down past his ankle,
free of his right leg, and down the chain, leaving him completely nude
underwater.

Smirking, he raised a finger and scolded me, gently swaying it back and
forth. I wasn't playing fair, his smile and eyes said.

I was so giddy with power and arousal, I thought my own cock was about to
tear out of my swimming trunks. I gently ran my hands up along his sides,
beneath his lightly-haired armpits, and out along his arms. My hands
interlocked with his, and his makeshift lockpick fell away. I took it and
held it close to him.

He tried to grab it, but I snatched it back.

He pouted and blinked, still looking so comfortable.

Feeling particularly vicious, I waved the canister of emergency air in
front of him, and took a deep, satisfying breath even though I had only
begun to feel dull pain again in my chest.

His answer was a one-sided grin, a mischievous gleam in his eye and a
middle finger.

A mini-school of several small, tropical fish passed before us. Cody
watched them, his mouth opening slightly, a rogue bubble blooping out. He
held out a hand toward them. They swam up and gave him a fishy peck.

That was when I noticed his chest contract for the first time. His look of
comfort faltered slightly and he looked toward me. I turned to see the
watch. One minute fifty.

Again, I held out the lockpick toward him. He reached for it. This time, I
didn't take it from him. His chest heaved again, a small stream of bubbles
leaked from his nose. He resumed working on it, though his movements had
become a bit more jerky, a bit less efficient. He blinked his waterlogged
eyes a bit more, as though trying to clear them.

His fumbling with the lockpick was no more effective now than it had ever
been. Grinning, I held out the canister to him once more. He gave me an
annoyed look and continued stubbornly picking. I waved it around him; he
ignored it.

He was giving me the cold shoulder now. That was something we'd just have
to punish.

I swam over him once more, taking a breath from the canister. This time, he
was focused too much on his work to pay attention to me. I swam up behind
him and gently caressed his pale ass which seemed to glow in contrast to
his tanline.

I gently pushed my finger up against his sphincter. Cody let out a watery
groan of pleasure, bubbles leaking from his mouth, but he didn't stop
working. I pushed up until his tight ass accepted my finger, and worked in
a second, then a third.

Cody released his lockpick and leaned back into me. I looked down on his
eyes. Focused, intense and extremely uncomfortable, his chest was
contracting and bouncing like no tomorrow. I turned to see the watch. Just
past the two-twenty.

I reached around and grasped his his fleshy rock of a cock and began to
jerk furiously. I released my fingers from his ass and began to drift in
front of him, working his cock. His eyes widened and a large silver bubble
left his lips.

He eyed my air canister hungrily, but I smirked, raised my finger and
scolded him. Feeling particularly cruel, I stopped my work on his cock to
gently give his balls a little squeeze. Cody released a bubble of very
stale air in protest, grasped my hand, and shoved it back onto his cock.

Grinning almost in apology, I continued working him. As I did, his hand
explored my face, chest and squeezed the bulge in my bathing suit.

After a few more seconds, his chest thrust forward and Cody issued a short,
bubbly scream of pain and pleasure. Thick strings of pearly white nectar
shot up into the water around us. One thing I loved about Cody: he was
quite the cum pig. The first stream of cum was almost like a warm-up, it
drifted up out of his slit languidly. The second, third and forth rocketed
upward, into the water between our faces.

At last, his juice began to tap dry, about five more miniblasts clouding
the water around his thin pubic hair. His moment of ecstasy came to an end
and now, each contraction shot a stream of bubbles from his mouth.

I looked at the time. 2:47. He'd broken his record by more than twenty
seconds.  I looked back at Cody. His wide eyes were losing focus, bubbles
drifted from his lips. I flashed him ten fingers. At first, I wasn't sure
he understood, but then, I folded one down... and began counting down. Cody
grasped his mouth with both hands, keeping the rest of his near-useless air
inside, all the while thrashing frantically.

It had been almost a minute since I'd had air. I was starting to feel it,
and I'd breathed three times since we'd been down. I could only imagine the
excruciating pain Cody was feeling. But I knew he would want this. Once I
told him what his final time was, it would make him so happy.

Three... two... one...

At the 3 minute mark exactly, I handed him the canister. Desperate, he
breathed a long, gasp of air, then another, then another.  I was concerned
he might very well use up the rest of the air before I'd had some -- and I,
myself, was approaching my own personal record by now.

After about the tenth gasp, he finally seemed to get himself under
control. He handed it back to me, and I reached for it. He then pulled it
back, smirking. Despite my discomfort, I grinned and lunged at him. I was
able to pry it from his hands and take a deep breath.

I sensed he could have held it longer, fought a bit more, but he chose not
to. Instead, as I took a breath -- and noted we had about half the air left
-- he pulled my swim trunks down to my ankles, exposing my massive
hard-on. He slid the trunks down to my ankles, and gently guided my cock
and pubic patch to his face.

He literally pulled me into alignment and slipped my cock into his
mouth. He worked it lovingly and slowly, one fist holding the shaft beneath
where he was sucking. Each suck, he would jerk me, as though I were a
fishing pole. My entire, buoyant body swayed from the motion. Cody, still
chained to the anchor, wasn't going anywhere and held me good.

After the show he'd put on for me, I was already so close to cumming that I
assumed a mere touch might have done it. I lasted maybe a half a minute
before pleasure filled every part of me from my shadowed soul to my
fingertips and toes. I cried out, bubbles flying from my mouth as Cody
pulled his head back and pushed me away after my first rope of jizz landed
in his mouth.

He watched my jizz fly from about a foot back. I didn't shoot nearly as
much as him, but for me, it was fire-hose level. Two more good-sized ropes
floated out of my cock, sticking to my head. Cody took my shrinking penis
into his mouth, all the way to my patch of public hair, and pulled
back. When he did, all my cum was gone.

He gently pulled me down to his level and reached for my mask. I closed my
eyes in anticipation as he slipped it off. I opened my eyes, squinting a
bit from the salt-water sting. I couldn't keep mine open as wide as his
without lots of pain. He closed the distance, kissing me passionately,
bubbles flowing from our seal. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, still
salty with my own cum.

After about a minute, both our chests began to contract. We took one last
breath apiece from the emergency canister. I noticed his cock had already
gotten hard again, though not quite in the same vivid detail I had with my
mask on. I grabbed the blur of rocky flesh, looked to Cody, and shrugged,
asking if he wanted another go.

Cody flicked my nose, and I just shook my head. I reached into my swim
trunks down around my ankle, snatching the key from my pocket. I swam down
close, forcing my eyes open a bit wider so I could actually make out the
rough picture of the lock. It took me about twenty seconds of fiddling with
the key before it slipped inside the cuffs and clicked them open.

Cody calmly pulled his speedos up over his erection and swam for the
surface. It was slow going with his dive-belt still on, but he was such a
powerful swimmer. He didn't so much as pull at the water before him as
simply bend and flex his body in a butterfly kick, hands flat and over his
head.

We both broke the surface at the same time. He threw his arm over the dock,
breathing hard and heavy. He blinked the salt water from his eyes and
removed the belt from his waist.

"Happy birthday, man," he said, smiling.

"You bet your ass it was," I replied, smiling back. "You made three minutes
flat."

Cody's eyes widened in delight, but then he smiled and splashed me.

"Hey, what was that for?" I protested.

"I could have easily gone another five or ten seconds."

I ran my hands across his chest. "I will remember that next time. But if
you drown, you better not give me any shit."

At this, Cody laughed, his bright grin reappearing full force.

"I promise."

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