Shirtless men. Skimpy bikinis. Oiling up each other's skin. All things Cookie expected when you said you wanted to go to the ocean. Unfortunately for him...
"Smell that fresh sea air Cookie! Isn't it a wonderful day" You cry out, looking over the rocky shoreline. Cookie looks up to the steel grey sky and over the cold, dark waters. Glaring at you he responds.
"What the heckie is this!"
"My secret fishing spot. You should feel privileged." You say, unpacking your fishing gear. "You sure you aren't going to be cold in that?"
Cookie is looking pretty cute in a light, white button-up shirt tied off to reveal his tummy and a pair of short shorts. Not the best clothing for fishing.
"I AM COLD, and YOU are going to be the solution."
"I figured as much. Here, take this." You hand Cookie a change of clothes. He takes the package and unfolds an orange sweatshirt, hip waders, and a toque. Pouting in your direction, he quickly throws on the clothes.
"You finished Cook-heh!" You look up to see standing there, the clothes almost falling off him. Its hard to hold back your laughter as the toque slides down over his eyes. Pouting again he starts pounding on your chest with his sleeve-covered hands.
"Come on let's save the rough stuff for later tonight." You say, slinging Cookie over your shoulder and heading down to the shoreline. "If you're lucky you'll get to see an 18" chub."
"ITS THAT BIG?!" Cookie shouts in shock. "I mean y-yeah it feels real big when I hold-"
"A chub is a fish Cookie."
"Oh..."

We fished the rest of the day, and no matter what I did I couldn't crack Cookie's gloomy expression. We drove home with our catch of the day in silence.
"Okay...I'm sorry. I'll take you to the actual beach tomorrow." I sighed in apology. Cookie nodded and I thought I was off the hook. But after putting everything away; Cookie still gave me the cold shoulder including a banishment to the couch.

The next day Cookie and I arrived at the beach. A real beach with sand, a rocky breakwater, and the bright shining sun. Although it was still a little chilly in the wind. There was a spot near the breakwater that was fairly free of people so Cookie took my hand and guided us towards it. After setting up the towels and the umbrella Cookie held up a bottle of sunscreen.
"Can you do my back for me?" I nodded and took the bottle. Cookie slowly pulled his shorts over his bubble butt and let them fall down his pale, smooth legs. He untied his shirt and pulled it off to reveal the rest of his swimwear. He was wearing a small, lavender side-tie bikini; the straps digging just slightly into his hips. Lying down on the towel, he untied his top.
"Don't do anything weird either. We're in public."
"Don't worry Cookie, nobody is watching us." I said, straddling his thighs. I rubbed some lotion on my hands and placed them on Cookie's back. I felt him shudder and heard a slight whimper. Grinning, I started to coat his lithe back with the lotion. Thumbs running along his spine as I massaged it in. Cookie kept fidgeting under me and every so often, he would let out a quiet little moan. I hooked a finger into the waist of his bottoms and tugged them down slightly.
"Hold on we're-" Cookie blurted out, whipping his head around to reveal his blushing face.
"You don't want me to miss a spot do you?" I interrupted, massaging the top of his buttcheeks. He lay back down and I got back to work. Now moving onto his thighs. My fingers sunk into his supple skin and I rubbed them up to the fold of his ass. My thumbs followed the curve of his taint, sliding under the bikini and between his cheeks.
"I-I can handle the rest." Cookie said, swatting at my mischievous hands. I leaned over him and gave him a kiss on the neck before getting off him and lying down on my own towel.
"Then would you mind returning the favour first?" I asked. Cookie nodded and, after fixing his swimsuit, started to massage the lotion into my back. His little hands felt nice as they dug into my back.
"Mmh, I should have you do massages more often. This would be great after work." I felt Cookie press up against me as he whispered in my ear.
"And what would I get in return?"
"Well I could give you a special massage after." This earned me a giggle and playful slap to the back as Cookie got back to work.

After we had finished applying sunscreen, we lay there under the umbrella. Cookie was looking out over the ocean and I was checking out Cookie. The lavender bikini looked real nice on him. The straps dug slightly into his skin and every so often he would hook a finger under one to adjust it. I kinda wanted to see what it would look like wet. How it would cling to his curves.
"Hey, want to go for a swim?" I asked, standing up.
"I don't know, it looks kinda cold..." Cookie replied, brushing a hair behind his ear. I grabbed him by the hips and hefted him up.
"Oh come on, if its that cold we'll just come out and warm up together." With Cookie on my shoulder, I started walking towards the surf. Despite Cookie's many protestations, I continued in up to my hips. The water wasn't that cold so without further delay.
"Think fast Cookie!"
I tossed him into the water. Cookie hit the water with a big splash and a shriek. Coming back up drenched, he sprung to tackle me down into the water. Play fighting under the water a bit, we both surfaced together. Cookie's legs were wrapped around my waist as I hugged his hips. My face was level with his chest and I could feel his package pressing up against my stomach.
"See not that cold." I laughed, giving him a squeeze. Cookie hugged my head, pushing my face up against his skin.
"N-no, I think its plenty cold." I heard him whisper, "Lets head behind the breakwater and warm up together."
My heart skips a beat and I let Cookie down. We walk together in the water towards the breakwater and look for a private spot to be alone. The moment we are alone, I feel Cookie's arms wrap around my neck. His soft lips pressing into mine. His tongue darting between my teeth, tasting and teasing. Pulling away, he pressed his face up against mine, nuzzling. My hands are busy untying his bikini, letting the bottoms drop to the ground before I grab his ass with both hands.
Cookie moans softly, rubbing his cock up against my stomach. Reaching down, I pull him up and guide his legs around my hips. As he clings to me, I feel him start to grind. I reach around and slide a finger between his cheeks, teasing his asshole. He bites his lip, looking at me with lustful eyes.
"Are you ready Cookie?" I ask.
"I am," he gasps.
I let him down and take off my trunks. Cookie drops a big drop of drool onto my cock before he bends over, holding onto the rocks. Taking hold of my cock, I press it against his hole. Slowly, I start to push in. Cookie gasps and moans, his body shuddering and his hole twitching. With a firm thrust, I push past the ring and sink deep into him.
"Aahhh! F-fuck~"
"Quiet, or someone will hear us." I say, grabbing his hips. Cookie bites his lip, trying his best to keep his voice down.
I start thrusting. Slow at first, but speeding up quickly. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together is drowned out by the waves. The cool sea breeze feels nice against our hot skin. Grabbing hold of his hair, I pull Cookie's head back. He lets out a gasp and moans.
"Mmh, yessss."
I pull his hair and give his ass a slap. It jiggles and goes a light shade of red. I lean over him and bite his ear.
"What a naughty boy, getting turned on by getting fucked in public. Does my slutty little boy want me to fuck him harder?"
"Y-yes please! Fuck me hard master."
I thrust my cock deep into him, slamming into his prostate. Cookie bites his lip hard and groans. I keep up the assault, pounding his insides. His ass squeezing my dick tightly. With a loud grunt, I shoot my load deep into him.
"Fuckkk." I groan, feeling Cookie's insides squeeze my cock.
"Don't pull out, keep going." Cookie moans.
"Of course," I whisper, pulling out until only the tip is inside. Then slamming my hips forward and pushing his body up against the rock. He gasps, his cock twitching.
"Ahh, haah~"
I continue, picking up the pace. I feel Cookie's ass tighten as I pound his ass. I reach around and grab his cock, starting to stroke it. It's slick with his precum. Cookie buries his face in his arms, letting out a low, long moan. His ass tightens around my cock and he starts to cum. I keep thrusting, milking his prostate. His body shudders and he cums, splattering the rock with his seed.
We both stop, catching our breaths. After a minute or two, Cookie turns his head and looks at me.
"There's something I wanted to do." He panted. "Can you take my bikini and lay it out over my shadow?"
I nodded and pulled out. My seed rolled down his legs as he staggered over to squat down. I did as he asked and laid his bikini over the shadow, almost like the shadow was wearing it.
"Perfect, now come stand beside me and I can take the picture." Cookie said, his flushed face split by a grin.
"With what camera?" I replied. Cookie facepalmed, realizing neither of us would have phones after the swim.
"It's okay, just... come over here." Cookie said.
I stood in front of Cookie and he placed his hands on my hips. Looking down, I saw his mouth open and his tongue loll out. With a wink, he pulled me forward and my dick disappeared between his lips.
"You naughty boy." I said, putting a hand on his head.
He didn't say anything but kept bobbing his head. Sucking noisily and running his tongue along the underside of my cock. His hands stroked the base, massaging it. After a while, he stopped and pulled back.
"There, all clean." He smiled.
"I don't think you quite got it all."
"Really? Hmm..."
Leaning back down, he licked and sucked on my cock. Making sure to get every drop of cum and swallow it. He stopped again, looking up at me with his tongue still out.
"Did I get it?"
"Maybe a little more."
Cookie gave my leg a slap.
"It's clean already." He giggled.
"I can't argue with that."
He stood up and took the bikini back, wringing it out and putting it back on. We returned to our towels, lying together and warming up under the sun.
"Next time, I'll bring the camera." I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Sounds like a plan."