Free Courage and Comfort by Berengaria Brown Page B

Utah’s dick
was always ready to get involved in sex with Edmund!
    Even just looking at Edmund in that tight, body-hugging wetsuit made
Utah’s cock grow and harden and his balls tighten. Down boy , he thought, widening his stance a little to ease the
pressure on his equipment. First we find
this mystical Aquamarine for Mavis. Then we fuck each other’s brains out.
    The more he thought about it, the crazier it sounded. Here on a public
beach where dozens, even hundreds, of people visited every day, they were going
to swim out to a sandbar and find a precious stone. They would then give this
stone to Edmund’s sister, and with no other help—no therapy, no psychiatrists,
no lawyers, nothing else at all—she would accept the loss of her husband and
focus on rearing her kid. When he put it like that, it almost sounded like he
was the one who needed a good therapist. Deluded didn’t come close to
explaining the lack of logic in those thoughts. Ah well, all I can do is support Edmund . AJ had made it quite plain
Edmund would not succeed if Utah wasn’t there with him. And anyway, he wanted
to be with Edmund, wanted to help him.
    Shrugging, he swung around to look at Edmund. “Are you ready to go
fetch this rock?”
    “Yes, sure. But how are we supposed to recognize it?”
    “Hell if I know. Isn’t it supposed to call to you, or something?”
    “Just as well our business clients can’t see us now, then.”
    Together they walked into the water until it was waist high. Then Utah
watched as Edmund dived into the surf and sped through it like a sleek black
fish. He hardly seems to make any
movements, Utah thought , just the
occasional wiggle of his hips and kick of his flippers, yet one minute he’s
there, and the next he’d disappeared.
    Much less neatly, Utah dived in and followed his partner, lover, friend,
swimming as directly as he could to the place he’d mentally marked as where the
Aquamarine should be. When he thought he was about in the right place, Utah
bobbed upright, treading water and looking around. On an east-west axis, he was
almost exactly where he ’d figured he should be, but maybe a
few more yards south would be better.
    Sure enough, there was a
streak of black on the ocean floor. Edmund was already here, and looking for
the stone. Once again Utah treaded water while he pulled his goggles over his
eyes, and then he filled his lungs and released the air several times,
oxygenating himself thoroughly before filling them one more time and diving
deep, all the way the bottom.
    It was a bright, sunny day
and the water was clear, so the ocean floor was very easy to see. In fact,
everything looked as crisp and clear as if it weren’t underwater, although Utah
knew if he tried to pick something up, it wasn’t
actually where it looked like it was, thanks to the light’s refraction at this
depth.
    Silently, he followed the
ocean floor, looking for rocks, pebbles, anything that might be an Aquamarine.
But all he could see was sand, the occasional shell, and a bit of seaweed here
and there. He let the air dribble out of his mouth very slowly as he swum up
and down, but he finally needed to return to the top for another breath.
    For what seemed like hours—although
was likely less than half of one—he swam up and down, searching until his legs
and lungs ached. Finally he caught Edmund’s attention and gestured to the
sandbar. Utah really needed a rest. He simply wasn’t as good a swimmer as
Edmund.
    Edmund nodded and pointed
down again, indicating he would keep searching.
    Utah gave Edmund a thumbs-up,
then swam over to the sandbar and floated across it until he reached a high
point where he could sit with his head out of the water. Gratefully, he sank
onto his haunches, then onto his ass, letting his aching legs stretch and float
in the shallow water. He looked at the sky, resting his arms behind him,
filling his lungs with clean air and his face with sunlight.
    This was a beautiful place.
The air was so