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Neither Cody nor I had been to the ocean before. My parents preferred to spend their time at home instead of traveling. That was fine with me. I liked the mountains where we lived and was never bored there.
We left on Friday afternoon after GrandMom and GrandDad got home from work. The trip took us through the city and on towards the ocean. Cody was familiar with the city and pointed out features to me as we went through. Beyond that, we both looked in silence at a setting that was new to us - rolling hills with farms and small agricultural towns.
When we dropped out of the coastal range, we could see the ocean in the distance. There was more water than I could have imagined, extending to the horizon and beyond.
We were staying in a beach house that belonged to friends of the grandparents. It was right on the beach, and it was rustic like Cody's cabin but much larger. It was laid out with a living area in the middle and self-contained bedroom suites at each end, complete with queen sized beds and private bathrooms. There was a deck in back, the full length of the house, that overlooked the ocean.
GrandMom had shown us the end of the beach house that we were using. Cody and I unpacked our bags and put our things into the closet and dresser.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Cody asked.
"Of course," I replied. "It's set up on a solid foundation so it shouldn't make any noise."
"We should test it," Cody suggested.
A brief wrestling match indicated that the bed itself was noiseless under conditions of intense activity.
We smiled at each other. If we weren't as wild as we were in Cody's cabin, we could fuck the night away as usual.
Cody and I went out to the deck to take in the view. The sun was just setting, and the colors were spectacular. The weather was going to be perfect during the day, but the evening was cool. I was glad I had my hooded sweatshirt, something that wasn't necessary at home during the summer.
When we went back inside, GrandMom had some business to attend to.
"Buddy, I understand that you are a great breakfast chef," she said.
"Would you and Cody make breakfast for us while we are here?"
"We would be happy to do that," I replied with a smile. "I hope I can live up to the reputation I've apparently earned at Cody's cabin."
I really appreciated being invited on this trip, and I was glad to be able to do something useful.
"Thank you, Buddy," GrandMom continued. "I'll show you where everything is, and we can get some more food tomorrow. We like to sleep in a little on vacation, so perhaps we could plan breakfast for nine o'clock if that works for you."
"It sounds just fine," I said. "Which reminds me, if we wake up early, is it OK if we go walk on the beach before breakfast?"
"You boys should plan to do whatever you want to while we're here," GrandMom said. "We'll have some things we will all want to do together, but for the most part you are on your own."
"There is one thing you both need to be aware of," she continued. "Please don't go swimming at all. There are some dangerous currents out there, and until you understand what to watch out for, it is best to stay on the beach."
"I have one activity to suggest," GrandDad interjected. "There will be a fairly low tide Sunday morning. If you like, we can walk a ways to the south where there are some tide pools. It is a great way to look at the ocean life."
That idea got enthusiastic responses from both Cody and me.
"Have a good night, boys," GrandMom said. "We'll see you at breakfast."
We went to our room and locked the door.
"I noted that GrandMom said we should do whatever we wanna do while we're here," Cody observed.
"I noted that too," I replied with a grin.
"What do you wanna do right now?" he asked with an even bigger grin.
"The obvious," I replied. "But I suggest a little preparation first. It occurred to me that cum-stained sheets might not be a good idea. So I brought along a beach towel specifically to fuck on."
I spread the towel in the middle of the bed, stripped, and lay down on top of it.
"What do you wanna do right now?" I asked.
He was inside me within fifteen seconds and was so excited that he came within two minutes. Then we settled down to a night of quiet bed wrestling interspersed with some really good sleep, all enhanced by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
The early morning beach walk didn't happen. In fact, it was good that I had set an alarm for eight o'clock or breakfast would have been delayed.
Cody made a good assistant, and we had a breakfast of coffee, sausage, toast, and fruit ready right at nine o'clock. Judging from the absence of any leftovers, I decided I must have lived up to my reputation.
After breakfast, Cody and I walked the half mile into town and investigated the waterfront and all of the tourist shops. Our main objective was new shorts for the beach. We both wanted board shorts like Cody's old ones, but we wanted solid colors instead of Hawaiian prints.
"You pick my color and I'll pick yours," I suggested.
We both bought red board shorts with white trim.
By noon we were back at the beach house. The grandparents had gone to do some sightseeing and had left us some sandwiches.
After lunch we got ready to explore the beach. We packed water in Cody's pack and the blanket in mine. The day was turning out to be very warm, and our new shorts were all we needed to wear.
We headed north along a wide sandy beach, stopping from time to time to inspect shells and pick up particularly colorful pebbles. This was a whole new world for us to investigate. There were beach houses along the first half mile, but beyond that an empty beach bordered by woods continued for about three miles.
After we passed the beach houses, we were alone. Cody gently took my hand, something he had never done before. We walked hand in hand about another half mile looking for a good spot to spend some quality time on our blanket. We found a protected area between two sand dunes near the woods and spread out our blanket.
"I have a request," I said to Cody as he penetrated me.
He looked down at me, waiting for more.
"You know that expression, 'fuck me until I pass out'," I said. "Has anybody ever passed out from pleasure while you were fucking them?"
"Nope," he replied. "Why?"
"I want you to fuck me until I pass out," I said.
"In other words, when you beg me to stop, I should just continue to ignore you," he said, looking for clarification.
"Exactly," I responded.
"You realize what you're committing yourself to," he pointed out.
"Yes I do," I assured him. "If I could take all the pain that Brian gave me, I can take all the pleasure that you can give me."
With a grin, he settled into the steady rhythm that always turned me on. Very soon the pleasure was building, and I was twisting under him as usual. He pushed me to where I thought I was going to blow, and then backed off just in time. Then he began to repeat that procedure, backing off less each time, finally settling into a pattern that was producing ongoing waves of intense pleasure. From time to time, a couple drops of cum would escape from my boner, but he always kept me just short of the point of no return.
I was determined not to beg him to stop, but after about five minutes of this, I felt like I was overdosing on pleasure.
"OK, that's enough," I said.
He ignored me. I was clutching at his arms trying to get him off balance so he would have to stop. It didn't work.
"I can't take any more of this," I said more loudly.
He continued to ignore me. I reached for my boner to finish myself off, but he pinned my arms down.
"Cody, this is really too much. I know you don't believe me, but you gotta stop." I said.
That was the last coherent thing I said. I was thrashing around in an agony of pleasure and howling loud enough to wake the dead. Fortunately, only the creatures of the sea and forest could hear me. Any responsible person hearing my screams and cries would have called the police.
The last thing I remembered was cumming harder than I ever had before.
When I returned to my senses, Cody was looking down at me with genuine concern. I felt completely drained. I was covered with cum and perspiration.
"How long was I out," I croaked. My voice was nearly gone.
"Only a few seconds, but I thought I might have killed you," he replied.
"How long did you fuck me before I passed out?" I inquired.
"About five more minutes after you went crazy, I think," was his response.
"We could never do that in the cabin. You would wake the grandparents for sure, and maybe even your parents a half mile away. The hardest part for me was concentrating on what I was doing. You were making enough noise to be heard in the next county."
"Cody, if I ever ask you to do that again..." I paused still trying to gather my wits to complete the sentence.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"...please do exactly what you just did," I completed with a smile.
"And by the way, I bet you never came, did you?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "I was close, but when you actually passed out, I stopped."
"Well, please take care of that immediately," I instructed him. "And then take care of it as often as you want for the rest of the day. Don't worry about me. I've had my share of pleasure for today."
I was glad to see the customary grin return to his face as he slid his cum gun back inside.
We dozed in the sun for the rest of the day, interrupted only when Cody decided to take another installment on his reward.
GrandMom fixed fish and chips and coleslaw for dinner. The fish was fresh caught that day and was incredibly good.
"What did you boys do today?" GrandDad inquired.
"We walked up the beach to the north," Cody replied. "We enjoyed the birds and the ocean, and spent a lot of time relaxing in the sun. We saw a lot of empty shells. Maybe we'll see them in use in the tide pools."
We always managed to keep from adding "and fucked our brains out" to these reports.
Cody and I helped clean up the kitchen and do the dishes.
Cody woke me up about midnight.
"There's a full moon out," he said. "Let's go out on the deck and look."
It was beautiful beyond belief. With the water and the moon, it was nearly as light as day. It was also very cold, and we were naked and shivering.
"Let's get dressed and take a walk," I suggested.
Dressed in jeans and hoodies, we walked along the same beach as we had earlier in the day. The the moonlight and shadows gave the woods along the shore an atmosphere of mystery. I reached for Cody's hand. He had initiated that earlier in the day, and now it was my turn.
It was beautiful and romantic. We stopped and looked out at the play of the moonlight on the water. I thought back to the last full moon when Cody was sitting by the creek recovering from the pain his family life had caused, and when we we were just beginning to see how important we were to each other. Moonlight is for bonding and healing, I thought.
We walked further than we had during the day and found a log to sit on between two sand dunes. It was a little warmer with some protection from the wind. We sat in silence for several minutes.
"Do you realize how special you are," Cody said.
"No more special than you are," I replied. "But that's very special."
"I don't know what I would do without you," Cody said. "You and my grandparents were so important when I was hurting, and you're all gonna be important to me forever."
"You would survive, because that's what people do," I said. "But I feel the same way. Half of me would be gone, and I would retreat into the shell I was in before I met you. I think we're finding out how two people together are more than the sum of their parts. That may sound too mathematical, but you know what I mean."
We were silent again for a while.
"There's one other thing that I think we should talk about," I said. "I don't know anything about your relationships before we met, and I don't need to. For the present, I think that we're gonna continue to have our fun with others like Brian and Ben and Ryan. I don't believe that we're ready to commit to each other only, and we need to be up front about that. But what I'm gonna commit to right now is never to have sex with anyone else unless it's part of something we're doing together. That's what we've been doing, but I needed to put how I feel about it out in the open."
"I couldn't have said it better," he replied. "I'm glad you brought it up because it's been on my mind too. You have the same commitment from me. We don't mind sharing each other, but only if we're both there.
I leaned over and we kissed gently.
"It would be more fun to seal that promise by fucking, but kissing will have to do for right now," I said. "It's too damn cold to fuck."
Hand in hand, we walked back to the beach house. We crawled into bed and huddled together to get warm.
Then we sealed our promise properly. More than once.
I had planned pancakes for breakfast the next morning, but I found a waffle iron in the cupboard. So we had coffee, waffles, scrambled eggs, and applesauce. The breakfast team put on another successful spread.
GrandDad took us to the tide pools. The variety of life and color in those pools amazed us. Starfish, anemones, crabs, sea urchins, the list of creatures both mobile and stationary could go on and on. There were sea lions basking in the sun on the rocks offshore. It was an eye-opening lesson in biology for a couple of kids who had never seen anything like it. We spent the whole morning with GrandDad. I thought it was something we needed to do more often.
We slept most of the way home. When we got there, I thanked GrandMom and GrandDad for the trip. Then Cody and I took our travel bags to the cabin where we fixed ourselves a simple dinner of soup and sandwiches.
"I got you something at one of the shops, but I thought I would wait until we got back here to give it to you," Cody said, handing me a small package. I opened it, and it was a Native American necklace with an arrowhead pendant, all hand-made.
I held it in my hand looking at it for a long time. I don't usually get emotional, but tears were running down my cheeks when I looked up at him.
"You could not have gotten me anything more perfect," I said.
I held it up to my neck and looked into the mirror. Cody fastened it for me.
I turned around and gave him a big hug and held him close for a long time.
He made love to me very gently that night. We would be back to our usual carefree horny selves the next day, but a change had occurred in our relationship over the weekend, and it was a change that was good for both of us.