Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2010 23:28:54 -0400
From: moswald12@gmail.com
Subject: Daniel And Cody's Unspoken Gestures

Forward: I'm a gay 28 year old male who had one major sexual fantasy
growing up. I wish to share this fantasy with you, modernized to some
extent. The narrator, Daniel, is based on who I was growing up.  Cody, the
"other boy," is strongly based on my best friend at the time. Names, of
course, have been changed. Those who are disgusted by two minors engaging
in heavily sexual acts should not read this story. This narrative does
*not* contain any adults abusing minors -- the idea is repulsive to me.

----

My name is Daniel Redman. I'm 13 years old, have blue eyes and I'm a
Gemini. Okay, I suppose that's not really important, but my stepdad Joey
always tells me to be thorough. To be thorough in everything I say and
do. It's the only way to prevent being misunderstood.

Anyway, so yeah, thorough. I'm pretty small for my age. 5'4, and I weigh
120 pounds. My hair isn't short, but it's not down to my shoulders or
anything. It's a very plain haircut for a very plain guy, I guess. When I
look at myself in the mirror, I don't really like what I see. I have too
many freckles, my nose is a bit too big, and my ears... well... they're
just too big too.

I guess that paints a good picture of me. I'm not going to be staring on
the cover of teen magazine, nor will I be taking home any girlfriends for
mom and Joey to meet.  I'm sure that has something to do with me not
looking like Justin Bieber, but has a lot more to do with the fact I'm gay.

I found out what I was just one week ago -- well, at least I think I did.
I was having a sleep over with two friends -- Cody and Kyle. Both were my
age, give or take a few months.  I was playing Soul Caliber 4 with Kyle
after we had gotten home from the beach. The three of us have a lot in
common: we are all junior divers. I was certified last year. That's how we
spend a lot of our free time. Needless to say, none of us minded being wet.
Cody is a bit different from me and Kyle though. He's not a huge fan of
beaches and salt water. Don't get me wrong, he loves swimming in it and is
easily the best swimmer out of all of us, but he feels he needs to take
about three showers before it's all out. While we had all rinsed off upon
getting home, Cody wasn't satisfied.

Kyle and I were fighting in the game, and Cody was taking another shower. I
tend to whoop Kyle in these games -- he's not all that good. Anyway,
about halfway through our 10th match (I had won all of them), Cody entered
the room with his towel around his waist. I had seen him shirtless before;
we swam all the time last summer, several months ago.  I guess I'd changed
a little bit since then... as had he. His chest was firm and lean. His
nipples were the size of dimes, very small and cute.

His brown hair, about as long as mine, was still wet and matted to his
forehead. He had the kind of eyelashes that would make girls jealous.

Cody saw me looking at him then. At first, he looked at me and just seemed
really puzzled. He must have thought there was something wrong, because he
blushed and looked down at himself. Then, when he looked into my eyes, he
relaxed just a bit. I could see him begin to smile. I had always loved
Cody's smile. It was only the kind of expression someone who was truly
happy could put on their face. He opened his mouth to say something. As he
did, he adjusted his towel. Instead of sliding just a bit to the left, as
he had obviously intended... it fell down right to his ankles. He must have
thought it was wrapped better than it was.

The first thing I'd noticed is that he had grown pubes. I had seen him
naked a few times, but not since we were very young. My eyes fixed to his
pubes and followed them down his surprisingly lengthy shaft (he had just
come out of a hot shower, I think that helped) and his balls, which sagged
a bit below the head of his penis.

I had never felt this way before. It was as though a wave of hot water
rushed over my face. The corners of my vision blurred and something roared
in my ears. I realized it must have been the blood rushing out of my brain.
It was something like my first kiss, but 10x stronger.

In a terrified scramble, Cody pulled his towel back up. Then, he was
covered again. His face was beat red, but when he saw the look in my eyes,
the color slowly returned to his cheeks.

"Finally!" Kyle yelled, the moment shattered.

I blinked, and looked back to the game. It showed an instant replay of his
character giving mine a sound whooping while it just stood there, doing
nothing.

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The whole exchange must have lasted 4, maybe 5 seconds tops. When I looked
back to Cody, he was already slipping pajama bottoms up under his towel.
But, he was looking at me, as though trying to get a read on me. I just
shrugged, and smiled. At first, he seemed concerned... but gradually that
concern melted away.  He returned my smile. I couldn't shake this feeling
that he knew what I was thinking... and how I had felt when I had seen him.

We never spoke of it though. Afterwards, we played video games and finally
went to bed. Kyle was with us, so we didn't have a chance to talk about
it... if there was even anything to say.


Anyway, that was a week ago. By the time I had gotten home, I was tempted
to call him... but I wondered if it really was worth talking about. Had it
been anything? Cody didn't call me. I figured it was just better to drop
it.

The reason it's worth mentioning is because, just last night, Cody gave me
a call. He was wondering if I'd like to go scuba diving with him. Now,
don't get me wrong -- this isn't exactly legal. The rules say we're
supposed to be accompanied by an adult, at least until 15. But me and Cody
are amazing swimmers, and ... I gotta admit, I really wanted to see him and
didn't want him to think I was chicken or nothing.

"Sure, I'd love to go," I told Cody over the phone. "Maybe Joey can take us
out on the boat?"

There was a bit of silence from Cody, before he replied in a voice that
didn't sound very confident. "Nah man, let's just take the dinghy out and
go by ourselves."

I felt the blood rushing to my face. Alone with Cody for an entire day. Why
hadn't I thought of that? Oh yeah, because I'm retarded.

"All right," I agreed. "We'd have to swing by Joey's boat to pick up my
gear though."

"Yeah, no prob. We'll borrow Joey's dinghy. Can you ride your bike to the
marina by like 7 tomorrow?"

"7?" I asked. "Isn't that a bit early?"

Cody hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Ya, I'm going over my grandma's
for her birthday at like noon. It's the only time we can do it."

"Oh, okay then," I told him. While I hated the idea of getting up that
early, I would hate the idea of not going diving with Cody even more.

There was silence on the other end. Awkward silence. I tried to think of
something to say that wouldn't sound too corny, but then Cody spoke.

"You wouldn't happen to know if Joey keeps another set on the boat?"

"Yeah. He always packs a spare tank and set." I responded. "Why?"

More silence, then I heard Cody's soft laugh. "Well... I can't exactly have
mom drive me down with my SCUBA gear without asking questions, right? She
finds out what we're up to, we're both in deep shit."

(See. Told you I was retarded.)

"We can probably sneak two sets off the boat," I agreed.

"Okay, so like, tell your folks you're going to the beach all day... and
I'll do the same."

"All right."

More silence. More awkwardness.

"So, like... bye?"

"Right. See ya."

I hung up the phone, and leaned against the wall. I ran my hand through my
hair. God, what was happening to me? All I had done was seen him naked for
a flash of maybe 1-2 seconds. Now, a week later, the thought of it still
made me lose my breath.

---------------

I spent almost two hours tossing and turning in bed, reliving that 5 second
window. The way he had looked at me. At first confused... then that smile
while he still had on the towel. What had that smile said? "Take a picture
it'll last longer?" maybe. Or, maybe. "Do you like what you see?"

I felt the blood rushing down from my head again. At once, I felt a
tightening in my groin. I reached down and gave myself a tug through my
boxers, feeling better at once.

Then, he had adjusted his towel. Why would he do that? Had he just had an
itch? No, it had been deliberate. His eyes had never broken from mine. I
think he wanted to give me a peek at him. Maybe just see his bulge or
something.

My cock had tented out from my boxer shorts. I slid my boxers down to my
ankles and allowed my penis to stand at full mast. I'm not that big. Five
and a half inches from base to tip -- I'd measured at least 15 times. My
public hair had started growing in this winter, and I'd discovered jacking
off when I was 10 thanks to a YouTube site that linked me somewhere I
probably shouldn't have been.

I'd been able to shoot for nearly a year.

Anyway, Cody hadn't meant for the whole towel to fall off -- that was
obvious from his embarrassment. I had gotten a good look at him. I wondered
how long he was when he had a boner.

I moaned softly to myself as I hastened my tugs from gentle fondling to
solid pumping.

He had scrambled to put his towel back on, but then... even more curious...
he looked at me after. It wasn't a look of apology, and his embarrassment
had melted away so fast when he saw my expression. What was it he had seen?
It had made his blush fade away, and his smile had returned quickly. This
one was different though. It was a smile of... relief, maybe?

"You liked seeing me..." it said.

My breath became labored as I balled my feet together. I grasped my cock
harshly and my body began to shutter. I didn't stop pumping for the life of
me.  A rope of pearly white cum shot from my near-purple head, striking me
solid in the forehead and trickling down my face. The second rope hit me
between my chin and my nipples. My third and forth shot on my stomach. The
rest streamed down my cock and into my pubes.

I had never come so hard before. My body shook with fatigue. Sweat covered
every part of me.

"Holy shit..." I whispered, running my hand through my sweaty red hair. I
looked down upon my cum-stained body and the woefully inadequate sock in my
right hand. I wiped what had landed on my face away, the stickiness on my
fingers was ridiculously plentiful.

"I'm gonna need a bigger tube sock."

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Fortunately, after that session, sleep came to me very fast. I woke up, and
all but wolfed down my breakfast. When Joey and mom asked me where I was
off to so early in the morning, I told them I was going to the beach, just
like Cody told me to say.

Before they could even say good-bye, I was on my bike, all but racing down
to the marina.

I must have gotten there 15 minutes early, but Cody was already by Joey's
boat, waiting for me. I took a moment to take him in. He was wearing a
sleeveless white shirt - a good choice, considering it was 80 degrees - and
an orange bathing suit. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, and his mousy
brown hair whipped in the coastal wind. He wore no shoes of any kind, one
of his bare feet mounted on the ledge of Joey's boat, where he sat... the
other firmly planted on the dock.

He looked insanely beautiful.

When he saw me, he took off his sunglasses, showing me his emerald green
eyes. He smiled, the same smile I saw first during our little moment last
week.

"Hey man," he said, making a fist.

"Sup," I managed. I met his fist with mine.

"So yeah, let's get the gear out of the boat," Cody said.

I nodded, mutely. He responded with a smile back.

We both stepped on Joey's boat. Joey's cabin was secured with a combination
lock... which I happened to know was his birthday and Dan Marino's number.
I plugged in a 10, a 23 and a 13 and the lock clicked open.

We found two sets of gear behind his life jackets and proceeded to load
them into the dinghy at the end of the dock. After a quick fight over who
got to drive us out (settled by determining Cody would drive us out, and
I'd drive us back), we were heading out to sea.

Our destination, Cody informed me, was the Brugal Wreck. I thought over
that one for a minute. It was one of the lesser challenging, lesser
interesting dives.  I was about to object, suggesting maybe we can hit the
reef just a mile out, when I realized that lesser challenging, lesser
interesting dive would almost guarantee our privacy. Not a high demand to
see some sunk, crusty fishing boat on a sandbar, 25 feet deep... especially
at 8 in the morning.

The motor was convenient in a way: it drowned out our ability to have a
conversation. I'm glad for that, as I wouldn't even know where to begin. I
had a feeling Cody was laying the groundwork for something... why all this
secrecy? A dread sank into me... what if I had simply been misinterpreting
the signs? What if Cody was as straight as a razor, and he wanted nothing
more than to just hang out with a friend today?

I wanted to ask him flat-out, but what if it was just that... a big
misunderstanding. I didn't want anyone to know I'm gay. I'd seen what
happens to people who came out. Daily beatings were the least of their
problems.

By the time we arrived to the sight, I was shaking.

"Are you all right?" Cody asked, his voice calm and soothing. He tossed the
anchor overboard.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said, forcing a stammer from my voice.

Cody cocked his head. Again, he gave me that smile. "Don't tell me you've
got the jitters."

That made me laugh. The idea of me being nervous to swim or dive was
ludicrous. I had been using scuba gear since I was six. "Oh no, it's not
that... it's..." I froze up. My mouth was wide open, and I looked to Cody,
as though for help.

His smile was so cocky, it almost made me a little angry.

"It's what?" Cody asked, as he began to check over the equipment.

To say it, or not to say it.

"Well, it's just..."

"Oh shit," Cody cursed, pressing his lips together. "SHIT."

"Wuh-what?" Now, I couldn't keep from stammering.

Cody thrust one of the tanks to me. The gauge read it was empty.

My chest suddenly sank.

"Oh no..." I said. "Goddam... we should have checked them at the dock."

Cody sighed. Suddenly, everything in the world became terrible at the same
time. How could I have been so dumb? I was so caught up with the idea of
enjoying today with Cody that I didn't even think to check the damn gauges.
We could have easily had the tanks filled at the marina. Now, we were a
long way away.

We'd never be able to get back to the marina, fill the tanks, return to the
spot and have any time to dive before returning for Cody's grandma's party.

In short, we were screwed.

"How much air is in that one?" Cody asked, pointing to the one that was
filled.

I knew this was Joey's professional set. It was loaded with all the best
stuff, including a top of the line rebreather. Using the air in the full
tank, and the rebreather, he could stay under for 3 hours, maybe even more.

"Enough for 3 hours," I said.

Cody nodded, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his smooth, tanned
chest. "Okay. We can share then."

I blinked. "Share?"

Cody smiled again. "Yeah. Just hand me the regulator every minute or so."

My breath became cold in my lungs as my face paled just a bit. I could feel
the tightening of my bathing suit at the end. For some reason, this idea
seemed... so good.

I was afraid to speak, lest I stutter, so I just nodded a few times and
began to suit up. I began to put on my flippers and my diving mask, and
secure the gear to my chest. Cody simply placed on two pair of flippers and
signaled he was ready.

"Aren't you going to wear your mask?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. "I can open my eyes underwater. Plus, we gotta hand off the
regulator, the mask might get in the way."

That was strange, but I didn't fight him on it. In a way, I suppose it made
sense. This was certainly not the advised way to scuba, and was quite
dangerous. Anything that could get in the way could be a hazard.

Besides, there wasn't much to see under there except a crusty boat and, if
we were lucky, maybe a few fish.

"All right," I said, adjusting my mask. "Are you ready?"

"Yup," Cody said, as he sat onto the side of the dinghy.

I rolled out of the dinghy while Cody hopped in. The rush of warm water
felt extremely good. The sun had begun to cook my tanned skin, and I was
happy to be out of it, at least for awhile.

I had sunk about 10 feet when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced over
and saw Cody, a few bubbles trickling out of his nose. His eyes were wide
open, obviously the salt water didn't bother him in the slightest. He
pointed down and we began to swim.

I couldn't help but watch him as we descended. Cody was truly a phenomenal
swimmer. He didn't so much as pull himself through the water, but glided.
His chest and his legs seemed to work as counter balances, his arms
occasionally parting the water in front of him.

He glanced over at me, as though noticing I was looking at him. He smiled
and waved, a rogue bubble slipping between his teeth.

I nearly forgot to wave back, my face was so flushed. Hopefully he couldn't
see me blushing through his naked, blurry vision, the regulator and mask.

We descended to the wreckage. It was a luxury boat, approximately 40 feet
from bow to stern. It had sunk about five years ago, and a fair share of
sea-life called it home, though given the shallow depth and the sandbar, it
was not too overgrown.

Cody flipped onto his back and used his fins to propel him toward the
vessel. A few bubbles escaped his nose. No doubt water must have flooded up
there, but if it bothered him, he didn't show it. God, he was like a fish.

I followed after him. He swam down to the side of the boat, where a window
had been knocked out in the shipwreck. He looked back at me, a mischievous
grin on his face, as he beckoned me inside.

He then slipped in through the window, vanishing.

I knew we weren't supposed to go in, but damn... now I knew the power of
those sirens I'd read about that had lured sailors into shipwrecks with
their beautiful voices in English class.

This was a siren's call I couldn't refuse.

I swam in through the window. It was dim inside, but bright enough to
see. At one time, it must have been a bedroom, though the sheets had long
since deteriorated. A mattress was slightly eschewed from a barnacled
colored frame, and a few other accessories remained, including a small
wooden table and two wooden chairs.

Cody was sitting on one of the chairs. His legs under the table seemed to
hold him down. He had folded his hands calmly on the table, his mouth
puckered into a sly grin. He calmly reached under the table and removed his
flippers. He then sat back, wrapping his hands around the chair, to keep
from floating up, and put his feet on the table. He then tipped his head
back and blew a bubble ring -- a perfect one that expanded slowly as it
rose to the ceiling.

It had been more than a minute since he had taken a breath, and I could
tell he was starting to get uncomfortable. He swallowed a bit, but
otherwise didn't seem to care.

Somewhere along the line my cock had gone from tingling to solid, pressing
against my bathing suit.

I handed him my regulator, but he just smiled and shook his head. Instead,
he took my hand in his. He blinked his eyes adorably. He squeezed gently.
In that unspoken gesture and the way he looked at me, I suddenly knew I
wasn't alone. He was asking me the very question I was too afraid to ask
him.

My fears were for nothing.

He knew I was too chicken to do something like this myself.  He wanted to
make it as easy as possible for me. Cody had wanted to be alone with me,
and he wanted to make himself vulnerable to me. How much more vulnerable
could he be than trapped almost 30 feet underwater without breathing gear,
and having gone almost a minute in a half without a breath?

It began to all make sense.  It was so unlike Joey to not refill his tanks
after every usage. Cody had managed to release the air from his on the way
over. The motor of the dinghy had prevented conversation. It obviously
covered any hissing I might have heard.

Cody had done all the work, taken all the risks... and had made it so easy
for me. He was so much braver than me. All I had to do was say yes.

I squeezed back, and forced all my doubts to the side. I ran my other hand
across his face. He took my hand in his and began to kiss it, his eyes
never once leaving my mask. As much as the extended breath hold had to be
hurting him now, he seemed so comfortable.

Cody had never once bragged about his ability to hold his breath before.
How much longer could he?

Gently, Cody released my hands and took his bathing suit in his thumbs. He
gently slid it down his legs. He was now completely naked underwater with
me. Not even flippers and a bathing suit. His cock was so hard, it was
touching his belly button.  I remembered wondering how long it was
erected. Now I knew, it was longer than mine. Maybe six, possibly seven
inches. It was... huge.

He smirked, though his throat constricted, and he took his boner in his
hand and began gently stroking himself.

I could only watch with morbid fascination as a few bubbles escaped his
lips. He pushed the water above him, easing himself down into the bed. He
wrapped his feet under the bed's crusty headboard, to keep himself down.  I
saw his chest contract, as the pangs from holding his breath got worse.

I swam down next to him, offering him my regulator. Again, he smiled,
though it was strained, and shook his head. He instead took my hand again,
only this time, he guided it down to his penis.

I nearly choked. He felt as hard as a rock in my hand. At first, I felt
confused as my face began to explode from the heat. Then, I strengthened my
grip and began to run my hand up and down his shaft.

He pushed his wavy, brown hair out of his eyes. His chest contracted
again. He closed his eyes, but only for a moment. He opened them again and
gently moaned, the sound muted by the water. Bubbles trickled from his
mouth.

I was torn, so truly torn. I know he didn't want air. He continued smiling,
the look on his face seemed completely blissful.  Yet, I could see his
chest -- now bouncing up and down as his diaphragm contracted and
released, trying to force him to breath.

Again, I pushed the regulator for him. Instead, he gently pushed it aside
and winked. He reached over and fondled the bulge in front of my bathing
suit. In a flash of heat, I got the message.

"Stop worrying about the little things and enjoy the moment."

 While I worked his penis, he pulled down my bathing suit, exposing me. My
cock jumped out at him. He looked up to my masked, gave me a 'thumbs up'
and began to explore it with his own hand. He reminded me of a child who
had found a diving stick, yet didn't wanna surface with it.

Before I knew it, I maneuvered myself so I was floating just above him, and
sank. Cody watched me above him and grabbed my penis with both of his
hands. He pulled me down on him, and wrapped his legs around mine.

Gently, he wrapped his hands around the back of my neck. He pulled my head
toward his. He turned his head, and took the regulator from my mouth. He
pulled me down on top of him, and our lips met. I exhaled, more out of
shock than anything else, at first... then I exhaled all of it, pushing the
pure oxygen in my lungs into his.

He took my air as his stale, all-but-spent first breath blew from his
nose. He broke our kiss and gave me an `ok' sign. He then slid beneath me,
grinning, until his mouth was level with my crotch. He slid my bathing suit
down my legs until it was free of my ankles

He wrapped his lips around my head and used his hands to guide me into his
mouth.

Almost at once, I began to feel the tension mount as he gave me my first
blowjob. In any other circumstance, it would have been amazing... but
underwater with him, naked and totally at my mercy, it was impossible. He
had so willingly put his life in my hands, just to show me I wasn't alone.

I fell in love with Cody right then and there.

I gently caressed his wavy hair as he went up and down on my shaft. The
feeling continued to mount, the pressure building, until I could no longer
take it. A torrent of bubbles flew from my mouth as my regulator slipped
out.

The world went dark for a moment as an orgasm hit me that made the one last
night look like a quick two-minute spank over year-old porn.

Sensing my climax, Cody deepthroated me. I don't know how much I spent, but
it was a full 30 seconds before Cody slid up from my groin level. A wad of
my jizz trickled from his lips. He gently brushed it off with a finger. He
smiled brightly, and made a show of licking it off.

He then released me, and gently eased me to the side. He ran his hand under
my chin, and put his lips to mine once more. I gave him what air I had, and
again, that seemed to do.

He kicked upward, his cute little butt flexing with the effort, until he
was resting against the ceiling. The air in his lungs pinned him there.

Licking his finger, he watched me the whole time as he ran his finger down
to his nipple and grabbed himself in his other hand.

He ran his hand down his six-inch shaft, pumping down toward me
furiously. His knees bent and the flat of his bare feet went to the
ceiling. He blinked his eyes a few times, and a thin stream of bubbles
leaked from his nose.

I watched him as he jerked off above me, my mind still hazy after my
post-orgasm.

This went on for one minute... then two. In my own mind, I was counting the
seconds. Somewhere after the second minute, his chest began to contract. I
knew pure oxygen was far more sustaining than the breaths we take above
land, but he hadn't had a real, 100% pure breath of air in what felt like
an eternity.

He watched me, as he continued pumping fast. Three minutes had passed now,
and I could see even his smile beginning to falter a bit as his chest
pumping became almost as fast as his fist. I swam up to him, regulator in
hand. He slapped it away with his free hand, and forced himself to smile
and blink adorably.

Then, his eyes went wide in his skull and a stream of bubbles shot from his
mouth. I heard his bubbly scream of delight as a white strand shot from his
penis, draping itself on my suit beneath him. Strand after strand began
pumping down on me. His lips were going blue by the time his orgasm slowed,
a wide spud sticking to the end of his ample mushroom head.

I reached out my hand, gently brushing the wad of spunk off Cody's cock. I
rubbed it with my fingers.

All poise lost, Cody scrambled down for my regulator, and I opened the
valve, letting him suck as much air as he wished from it. It was nearly 30
seconds before he handed it back to me, a look of pure delight on his face.

He reached out and took my face in his. I expected yet another kiss, but
instead, he just let me look into his eyes. He was no longer smiling. He
spoke with his hands, as he gently touched my cheek. I knew it was my
turn. It was time for an unspoken gesture of my own.

I removed my mask from my head. The world broke apart from crystal clear to
fuzzy blurs as I blinked my eyes. The salt water stung at first, but only
at first.

I then slipped my mask over Cody's head. We were both trained in how to
clear a mask of water while under, and Cody wasted no time blowing silver
bubbles from his nose, pushing the water out. Once the bubbles stopped, I
knew he could see me as clearly as I had been able to see him.

I let him look into my own eyes. I wasn't afraid. I knew this would be a
hard road for both of us. Forget explaining it to my parents, or his... if
word ever got out.

Yet, I still wasn't afraid.

I removed my harness with a button, allowing my air tank and gear to fall
to the ground below.  I was now as naked as he had been, well, except for
the flippers... but those would have been hard to remove while holding
Cody.

I nodded my head and smiled.

That unspoken gesture was enough. Cody's head bobbed for mine, and his
mouth found mine. Sharing what little air we had left. We kissed, for as
long as both could stand not breathing. In the end, Cody broke off with me
as the air in my lungs had become very thin.

I couldn't see his face clearly, not without a mask. He pushed my nose with
his finger, and swam down to our air tank. We both took turns airing up,
until Cody at last, helped me put the harness back on. We slipped back on
our bathing suits and swam out the porthole.

We surfaced next to the dinghy.

I blinked the salt water from my eyes, and looked at Cody as he removed the
diving mask.

I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to thank him for sharing this
with me. I wanted to say so much, but as I already said, I'm a coward. All
I could do was tread water next to him.

Cody, seeming to understand, just laughed at me.

I laughed as well.

Once the laughing was over, he spoke in a calm, sexy-smooth voice. "Well,
that was fun. We'll have to do this again sometime."

"Yeah," I agreed.

For a long time, neither of us spoke. Then, in a sudden shock of cold
horror, I began to think... what if I suddenly opened my eyes and saw I was
in bed, the last few minutes simply a delusion in my own mind.

Sensing my sudden fear, Cody swam up to me, blinking his long lashes. "You
don't have to be afraid of what you are."

"I... I know. It's just..."

"Just what?" Cody asked me. He took the dinghy rope in one hand, and my
hand in the other.

"I can't help it," I replied before thinking. To my shock, tears were
running down my cheeks.  "I'm just afraid I'll wake up... and realize this
was all a dream."

 Cody pulled me close, and held me.  That was the last straw. I broke into
gasping sobs and I began to cry for the first time since I was five. The
floodgates unleashed a torrent of cries and words.

"I'm afraid that you are really only just my friend, and that I still have
this huge secret, and that you don't really like me this way... and
and... that I'm still alone! God damn it. I don't want to be alone anymore!
I don't want to live in fear... in fear of everyone in my life rejecting
me." By now, I was hysterical, sobbing and nearly screaming. "I need this
to be real, damn it!"

For a long moment, Cody just held me. He squeezed my hand. Other than my
sniffles and breaths, and the gentle bubbling of the calm ocean lapping
against the dingy, there were no sounds.

 At last, he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Look at me,"
Cody whispered.

I did. I looked into his wide, emerald green eyes. I wiped the tears out of
my own.

"You aren't alone."

Cody released the dinghy and held me with both hands. He rubbed the back of
my head softly, as though I were a child half his age.

"You can feel me, can't you?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yeah, but..."

"Dude... Just stop. Don't talk... just feel me, all right?"

I found myself obeying him. I felt his gentle touch on my head. The feel of
his chest against mine, breathing in rhythm with mine. I gently ran my hand
through his hair. It was real. I put my nose to his mat and smelled him. I
could still smell the familiar shampoo he used, though the salt water had
neutralized most of it.

I slipped my hand to his heart. I could feel it beating... quickening even
at my touch.

"It really is... real," I whispered.

"Duh," Cody said, his mischievous grin returning.

My last sob was cut off into a laugh. "So... wh-what happens now?" I
asked.  "What do we do?"

"We do what we've always done," Cody explained. "We'll go home, and we do
the old things we always loved doing... video games, diving, swimming..."
He ran his hand down my cheek. "We just do them, and know we're not alone
and will never be again. No matter what comes... we'll always have each
other."

Jesus. Cody knew exactly what to tell me to make me feel better.

I hugged him again, tightly.

"Just tell me we'll occasionally try some new things?" I asked, somewhat
hopefully. I gently lifted my knee and brushed the bulge between his legs
with it.

Cody laughed at that.

"I thought that went without saying."

THE END

Author's Note: If you enjoyed reading this, I may write another story.
This is my first time trying my hand at a form of erotica. If you have any
ideas for future stories, feel free to E-Mail me. I'm always open to
inspiration, however I don't think I will be continuing Daniel and Cody's
story. I'm going to save the rest of this fantasy just for me. The boy Cody
was based on is still my best friend, but is now happily married with a 1
year old baby girl.

I remain alone, knowing that when I wake up, it's just a dream.