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Bren, Merman by Dick Gladden
Bren swam on. The warm ocean current carried him northward toward the cold seas, but here in the mighty ocean stream, he was reminded of the warm tropical waters of home. Home, where his people had always lived, in the warm bright waters along golden sands. Sunlight flickered there, in the shallower waters, casting a dappled glow over the little colorful fish flitting among the bright corals. Bren had loved to explore the shallow, narrow places. His friends were comfortable staying in the depths, safe, unseen, but Bren needed to seek out adventure. He wasn't sure why, but home was not where his heart was. He needed more.
Of course, home was also where duty lay. Bren's father, the Overlord of Caribbia, ministered to the daily needs of his people, as well as keeping them safe and secure from the dark forces Out There. His father was consumed with duty and responsibility. And all that, as the first born son, was to be Bren's lot in life. Safe and secure, responsible, a good father to the next Overlord, these were the sign posts along the life fate had mapped out for Bren. Yet, he longed to swim uncharted seas. Let his younger brother, Rud, assume the Overlordship! And so, on the eve of his scheduled nuptials, Bren swam free.
And Bren swam on. The powerful strokes from his tail matched by masterful ones from his shoulders and arms thrust him effortlessly through the water. He had always been a strong swimmer, as had all the males in his family. Genetics had given him thick muscles under a broad chest to drive him forward with each stroke, and powerful adominal muscles undulated under his skin with each downward thrust of his tail. As he cleaved through the water, Bren revelled in the water's carress as it flowed through his long blond hair and along his smooth torso. Bren dove deep, gathering speed and power, then arched upward, thrusting forward faster and faster toward the surface. He broke free, even of the water, and shot upward into the air above. He seemed to swim through the air, and then, with a gracefull twist, he plundged back into the sea.
Bren floated downward, revelling in the strength of his young body. His tail twitched, and he piroutted over onto his back. As he floated on, his hand glided down his chest. He stroked his chest, squeezing the firm flesh that covered his large pectorial muscle, feeling the muscle flex which each stroke of his other arm. Bren pinched his nipple, sending an electric thrill throughout his body. His hand traveled on, over his abs and down to his loins where the flesh ended and his scales began. His fingers felt only his pearly scales to where his sheath covered his member. The feeling of power as he thrust along, of strength set free to float, aroused Bren. He felt himself stiffen. He grasped his flesh as it emerged from his sheath. Oh, to be free forever, gliding along the currents, thrusting forward, floating onward, away from duty and responsibility.
Bren matched each thrust of his tail and arm with a stroke from his hand. His now rock hard member was joined outside his sheath by his ballsac, and Bren rubbed and played with each orb inside. His hand traveled down, finding the scaley pucker that lead to his anus. It hadn't been that long since his play with his friends had discovered the pleasures to be gained from that oh-so-utilitarian opening. Brent's finger probing inward, circled the flesh opening, and popped into the warm tube inside. He slipped his finger in and tickled the sensitive flesh there. He found that special spot deep inside and rubbed harder. He continued to push forward with his tail, sending him floating along, but his other hand slid down to him member. And Bren swam on. He tail thrust him forward, his hand stroking his hardon, his finger probing his sensitive hole. Bren felt one with the sea, connected to its majesty. His strength became the sea's strength. His thrusting tail, grasping hand, and probing finger became the sea's tail, hand, and finger. He felt the sea stroke him, setting his nerve-ending afire. He stroked on, and as he felt his flesh throb, his hard become harder and twitched, and he released his seed into the sea.
And Bren swan on.