Swim between the Flags
Grant was an excellent tennis player and he was on the courts every day of the holidays. He was in the eleventh grade, and he wouldn't crack. His athletic teen body moved quickly, and he knew just where to place a ball, and I couldn't beat him.
I hadn't seen Grant for a while. I was swimming in the warm Indian Ocean at a place called Scottburgh. It was midsummer and the sun was cruel, and the ocean waters provided some respite in the subtropical heat. The waves threw me from side to side so I went deeper, beyond the breakers. Next thing someone was holding me from behind; not knowing who it was I struggled free and turned around to see Grant's water-soaked face, and it was wonderful to see his blue eyes through the droplets of saltwater again.
He was on holiday with his family in a hotel and leaving the next day, and I was on holiday with my family in a caravan. We tried to remain buoyant in the swell as we slowly kicked. He held my hand and it felt great. He then moved closer and touched my body as we both kicked. I never expected that and my dick grew hard.
We were sort of play wrestling in the sea, among the other bathers. We staid between the flags, as the surf lifesavers were on the beach keeping us in check. We caught a wave and body surfed towards shore.
We were soon back in swell again and Grant was squeezing my erect dick. Signalling for more. I placed my hand on his dick which was also hard - he was big. Treading water, we were feeling each other under the cover of the ocean. I got my hand into his black Speedo and tried to wank him. He pulled his costume down a bit to make it easier. Our faces were very close together, as we breathed more heavily because of the effort to stay afloat. Grant's long fingers found their way around my dick. It felt great to be doing something like this in the ocean. I moved his skin up and down and Grant said it felt good.
A wave that broke early pushed us towards the shore and broke our rhythm, but we swam back into the swell and resumed our wanking. Grant came first, I felt his dick stiffen and throb as he spewed cum. He wanked me faster and felt my dick harden and an incredible sensation as I came in the ocean.
We continued floating together. Grant held my hand. It was thrilling doing this in a crowd of other swimmers oblivious to what was going on. We slipped our dicks back into our costumes and body surfed towards the shore, before returning to the swell, making sure that we stayed between the flags.
Grant hung around my neck as we wrestled again. We agreed to meet on the beach after dark, as he rubbed my hard dick. I returned the favour and wrapped my fingers around his. The resilience of youth!
Grant never came down to the beach that evening, and there was no way to get hold of him. I sat next to the uprooted lifeguard flags on my own and wanked in the moonlight.