Farrell - Deeper

The day started badly. Cody's diving buddy called to cancel. But help is on hand in the form of Ludo, a diving instructor who has just arrived on the island and is prepared to take Cody out.
It's a dream come true for teenager Cody who hasn't had any action for a while. Frenchman Ludo is a hunk of the very best quality, and as it transpires, a rather naughty hunk at that - getting Cody's number and playing him like a fish.
It turns into a day Cody will never forget. The dive itself was pretty spectacular - Cathedral Cave being an amazing sight. But it's before, during, and after that really make the day - when the hunky Frenchman treats Cody to some extras, using his equipment to devastating effect, and going DEEPER than Cody has ever gone before.

Note - This is an edited version of the original book using American language and spelling.

Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Deeper

(AmericanEdition)

By

Tom Farrell

Copyright Tom Farrell,2011

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All characters in this bookhave no existence outside the imagination of the author and have norelation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. Theyare not even distinctly inspired by any individual known or unknownto the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

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Chapter 1

Bugger it! I exclaimedwhen I read the text message.

I wasnt a happy bunny. Forthe fourth time in a row my dive buddy had cancelled. It had beenalmost three weeks since I arrived on Gozo and I still hadnt gotunder the water.

I love diving I reallydo. Its the ultimate get away from it all experience. In ahectic world where people are constantly in your face, voiceswhining, telephones ringing, e-mails zinging, and Facebook bringingit 24/7 submerging yourself underwater in a bubble oftranquility, with only a few signals from your buddy forcommunication, is a tonic of relief for the inundated brain. Butnote the word buddy you cant go alone, and once again my planshad been scuttled on some feeble excuse.

No sod it! I growled.Im going diving anyway. Even if I have to pay for it, Im hittingthe sea.

Checking the time, fearingit might be too late, I rang the dive centre where I did mytraining in the hope that I could join an escorted group. During myfirst year of diving I always went out in a group led by aninstructor. That was before I got my Advanced level and wasqualified to go out on my own with a buddy assuming I had one whocould be bothered to get out of bed on a Sunday morning instead ofnursing his hangover from the night before!

The telephone was answeredand I posed my question then cringed at the reply. Sorry Cory,they left about half an hour ago, Maggie informed me. Shes asweet old dear who organizes the dives.

Ive got my gear ready,I protested. I just need some air, and I bet theyve got a sparetank. Could I not chase after them? Where have theygone?

Reqqa Point, Maggieanswered.

Brilliant! I yelled.Reqqa is one of my favorite sites.

But theyll be in thewater long before you get there. Im sorry, Cory, its just noton.

Ill tryanyway.

Youd be wasting yourtime. Why not go out this afternoon instead? Theyre going to theBlue Hole.

It was tempting. The BlueHole is Gozos premier dive spot an incredible inland pool linkedto the open sea by an underwater arch, located beside the equallyincredible Azure Window which towers above the reef. Its a touristhot spot, and therere always lots of fit young men larking aroundas an added attraction. But sadly I had to decline.

No can do, Maggie. Popsfiring up the bar-b-cue this afternoon and Im under orders to bethere as his personal slave. Is there nothing you can do?Pleeeease! I pleaded down the phone in my best helpless little boylost voice, which tends to work wonders with sweet olddears.

Maggie hummed and hawedthen offered me some hope. Hold on a moment. Let me just checksomething.

I waited, cursing my luck.If that lazy sod had got in touch earlier then I could have gone toReqqa and the morning would have been saved. Still, there was abright side to the day - at least I had the bar-b-cue to lookforward to, and slavery I can assure you was not on the agenda.Lounging by the pool with a cold beer in hand lusting after SandyMcLean would be the plan. Sandys a bit of a hunk and Im sure hedlook gorgeous in a pair of skimpy trunks if only he had the decencyto wear them. Baggy shorts is more his thing, but thats okay, aslong as he gets his top off and flashes his manly chest, Ill be ashappy as a lark. Hes supposedly straight, but Im not totallyconvinced, and I was feeling so desperate, I thought I might evenchance my luck and give him one of my killer come fuck me smiles.If there was one thing I wanted more than to dive it was to havesome big horny stud like Sandy plowing my ass!

Oh, didnt I mention? Butyou probably guessed already. Yeah, thats right. Im as bent asthe proverbial fishhook. Nineteen years old and permanently randy,but getting no sex whatsoever at the moment.

Why?

Well its not because ofmy looks - I can assure you of that. It might sound arrogant, butfacts are facts Ive got wavy blond hairand sparkling blue eyes, full ruby lips and a healthy complexiontanned to a golden brown after three weeks in the Mediterraneansun. People tell me I look like a young Brad Pitt, which surelycant be bad. At five feet ten Im not as tall as Id like, but mybody is toned and fairly well muscled after a year of pumping ironin the gym. And most importantly for the passive sex that I like,Ive got a cracker of an ass that look fabulous in jeans and evenbetter in a pair of trunks. With assets like those it should beeasy to get laid, and it would be in most places but not here inGozo where horny young fags like me are as rare as rainy days inthe Mediterranean summer!

I was finding it a bit ofa pig to be honest. It never bothered me before, but this year Gozowas driving me mad. Ever since I was a little kid, weve beencoming out to the island for the summer. My parents own a convertedfarmhouse, which is the traditional dwelling on the island. To behonest its more like a villa, with a fabulous pool and lots ofquirky little courtyards no farm animals anywhere near it. Popsa writer you see, so he can work from anywhere, and Gozos perfect for him - peaceful and tranquil,oozing with history and literary inspiration. It was great for meas well until this year. I was totally content doing the diving andsome windsurfing, or generally lazing about. But having spent myfirst year at university in Edinburgh, during which time Idiscovered the joys of gay sex, and got my bubble butt ass screwedon a regular basis by a procession of horny studs, I needed alittle more in my life than traditional water sports! I needed ahard cock ramming up my ass and it had been almost a month since Ihad one! As you can imagine, I was climbing the bloody walls,snarling for some sex like a bitch in heat.

Scheming up a plan to getinto Sandy McLeans pants, I was suddenly dragged back to reality.Look, as youre obviously desperate Ludo can help you out, saidMaggie down the phone. He only got here yesterday, and wasnt dueto start till Monday, but hes agreed to take you.