Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 04:31:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beach Boy Whore (Gay/Adult Youth, mast, oral, anal, m/m, m/M)

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Adult Youth, mast, oral, anal, m/m, m/M

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
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                   Beach Boy Whore
                         By
                        Wolf

	I grew up in an artist community known as Laguna
Beach, California.  When I wasn't at school I was on the
beach.  The public beach was small but the locals did enjoy
beach volleyball, and other activities besides swimming.
There were several private coves north and south of the
public beach.

	It is the kind of community that parents feel
comfortable letting their children roam the beach and streets
at will.  The old 101 Highway is not used by people wishing to
get back and forth between Los Angeles and San Diego.
Those drivers use Interstate Highway 5 bypasses the small
Beach towns.  The traffic is normally heavy just because of
people looking for scenic beaches.

	  I was one of those boys that spent all of my free time
on the beach, from the age of 8.  I preferred to make my way
down the coast to climb down a wooden staircase to one of
the secluded beach.  Along this beach there was a narrow
sandy beach during the summer, but during the winter the
strong wave action swept the sand down the coast to a deep
off shore trench, leaving the granitic rocks exposed.  They
were beaten and tumbled into flat rocks with rounded edges.
Anyone standing on the bluff couldn't see the beach at all, so
anyone down there was pretty much assured of privacy.

	Most people avoid the beach during the winter
because they think the water of colder, and they don't like
walking on the rocks, but in fact the water doesn't vary more
than a few degrees year round.  It is the cold air temperature
that causes the wet bodies to cool off quickly.  I carried a
boggy board or a surfboard down there, and always used a
wetsuit.  When I was watching the wave sets, or resting after
surfing.  I made sure I was dry before taking off my wetsuit.
On those warm fall days, I often even removed my bathing
suit.  It was wickedly exciting to run around on the beach in
the nude, because of the possibility of being caught.

	I met a boy, named Nickolas, my age that was an avid
surfer too.  We often found ourselves on the same part of the
beach.  We became friends, and shared our knowledge about
the waves and riptides.  We deliberately looked for the
riptides to carry us out beyond the breakers.  He was a skinny
kid with rather long hair.  We carried packs with clothes, food
and water with us.  While we were resting we shared food.

	Our love of surfing led to us to becoming close friends.
We were comfortable enough to lounge on the beach naked
together.  We even were comfortable enough to jack off
together.  We progressed to jacking each other off, and
eventually sucking each other's cocks.  We also hung out at
each other's homes.

	We spent most of our time together in the garages
repairing or waxing our boards.  We were constantly changing
our boards.  We experimented with the number and size of
our sags, (fins at the back of the boards) in an effort to
increase our control of the boards.  We use short boards for
small waves and quick maneuvering, and long boards for big
winter storm waves.  Our mother's hated to go into the
garages, because they smelled of fiberglass resin all the time,
so we were pretty sure of our privacy.

	One day I was walking down the old 101 Highway. I was
headed for the area I like to surf.  I had my wetsuit on but
rolled down to the waist, a short board under my arm and a
pack slung over my shoulder, with clothes, food and a towel
in it.  I was not paying much attention to the cars passing,
until an old panel truck pulled up in front of me.  As I
approached the passenger side of the truck, the driver leaned
over and opened the door.  He asked me if I would like a lift.  I
told him I was just going a mile or so to Perl Street to get
down to the beach.  He told me to hop in and he would take
me there.  I saw he was carrying a board in the back, so I
shoved my board over the passenger seat, and climbed in as I
sat the pack on my lap.  He said my name is Roger as he
extended his hand.  I shook it as he pulled back out onto the
road.

	He commented that he noticed I had added a third scag
to my 'Hobie' two scag board.  When we reached Perl Street
he pulled right to the end of the street and parked his truck.
There were no other cars there, so we would probably have
the beach to ourselves.  We took our gear out of the truck
and carried our stuff down the wooden steps to the rock
covered coastline.

	We hiked up the beach to a location that promised to
have good wave sets.  We studied the waves long enough to
identify the riptides and that the waves came in sets with the
fifth wave being the biggest ones.  Roger stripped off his
clothes completely.

	I admired his slender build and envied the size of his
flaccid cock.  He put on his wetsuit without bothering to put
on a bathing suit.  We applied some extra wax and took some
wet sand from the surf line and rubbed it into the wax for
more traction.  We entered the water and with the help of
the riptide, and we moved out past the breaking waves.  We
sat there watching the waves until we decided catch the fifth
wave.  I caught the inside, because it was a wave breaking to
our right.  I happen to be a goofy foot surfer. (left-foot
forward)  Roger being a right handed was riding the wave
facing away from the curl. I was small enough to be able to
duck under the curl and stick my head in the water.   He
made sure to keep enough space between us to avoid
colliding with each other.  We rode the waves there for
several sets, before moving down the beach to a location
where a submerged rock forced the waves to break left.  That
way I was facing away from the braking wave.  When we got
tired, and hungry we made our way to the beach, and stayed
in our wetsuits for the warmth while we ate lunch.

	We ate our bag lunches, and Roger shared a bottle of
wine with me, to rinse the salt from our mouths.  The
wetsuits warmed us, enough to eventually take them off.  We
were in a recessed area in the bluff that allowed us to be out
of the wind, so there was no hurry to get dressed.  Rodger
leaned against the adobe clay wall of the bluff and started
jacking off.  I approached him, and he took hold of my wrist
and placed my hand on his cock.  I started jacking him off
until he shot his load on the red adobe sandy soil we were
sitting on.  After he jacked me off we eventually dressed and
carried our boards and gear back up the stairs to his truck,
and he took me home.

	On the ride home he gave me his phone number and
for the next couple of weeks we surfed together, and we
enjoyed mutual masturbation until one day he showed me
how to suck cock.  I enjoyed that very much and was only too
happy to suck his cock for him.

	One day my teacher insisted that I visit one of the
many local art galleries, and write a repost about what I felt
about the exhibit.  I picked a gallery just off the old highway
to visit.  Most of the local artists specialized in Seascapes.  I
was fascinated with the skill of some artist's ability to capture
what the waves looked like at night.  They look like they glow
rather greenish and light shows through them.  I could picture
myself slipping into the curl.  I was so intent in studying the
detail of the wave that I was oblivious to anyone near me.

	I was dressed in my normal school attire that consisted
of flip-flops, baggy cargo shorts, and a T-shirt with the logo of
my favorite surfboard manufacturer, named Hobie Alter.  My
blond hair was unruly and should length.  The first thing I
became aware of was the smell of a man's cologne.

	I didn't turn my head to look at the man.  Then I felt a
hand brush against my ass.  It was very light.  It might have
been an accident, so I didn't make a fuss or move away from
him.  He must have taken that as my passive approval of his
action.  The next thing I felt was his hand grasping my ass.  He
was standing slightly behind me, so that if anyone were to
enter the room we were in, they wouldn't be able to see
where his hand was.  I continued to stand there, but I did turn
my head to see what the man looked like.

	When I looked into his blue eyes, he smiled at me.  He
was an older man with white hair and trimmed beard.  He
was wearing a cotton floral print Hawaiian shirt, with blue
denim pants, and deck shoes.  He had a figure that indicated
that he was physical fit.  It shocked me when he placed his
other hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me on the lips.

	It shocked me, and I quickly scanned the room to be
sure no one saw what he had done to me.  As soon as our lips
parted his hand slide down my back as the other hand went
around my hip to squeeze my crotch.  My cock responded as
if it had a mind of its own.  He rubbed my boner until I feared
I would cum in my pants.  It would be mortifying to be
walking around town with a cum spot on the crouch of my
shorts.  The next thing the man did was press his crotch
against my ass.  I could feel his boner pressing against my ass.
He whispered in my ear, "Would you like to have some fun?"

	It was all I could do to shake my head positively.  He
turned and led me out of the front door.  We walked to the
side of the building where he had a small restored Austen
Healey 3000.  As soon as we were in the car he pulled away
from the curb.  He drove me down the highway a few miles
before turning east and up into the hills.  He pulled into the
entrance to the approach to a garage.  The garage door
opened automatically, and closed behind us.  We entered the
house directly through the garage.  The house had a
marvelous view of the ocean through a large picture window.

	My host had a hand around my hip as he showed off
his home.  It was the kind of place you that would have a six
seven figure price tag.  He was very proud of his place, and he
asked me if I would like to see some of his porn.  The
prospect of looking at porn was too tempting.  I agreed right
away.  He took me to a plush game room with the same view
of the ocean.  He used a remote to lower a screen that
darkened the room a little, and a large screen came up out of
a teak wood cabinet.  When the blue screen changed the
screen was filled with a video of an area not unlike this one.
A car was pulling up in front of a gated home.  A handsome
man escorted a young teenager a lot like me into the house.
They were soon kissing and feeling each other up.  The
clothes were shed and I witnessed the man having the youth
suck his cock just like Roger had me do to him.

	I had a boner tenting up my pants.  My host observed
my reaction.  I couldn't resist watching all of the video.  That
was the first time I ever saw someone getting fucked in the
ass.  My cock was about to split the zipper on my shorts.

	The man reached over and unzipped my shorts, while
joking let's get that thing out before you hurt yourself.  He
fished my cock out of my underwear.  He proceeded to slowly
jack me off.  He went down on me and sucked my cock.  I
rested my hand on top of his white hair, while continuing to
watch the action on the screen.

	When the screen returned to a azure blue.  He asked
me if I would like to fuck him just like the man had fucked the
teen.  As soon as we removed our clothes he draped his body
over the leather arm of the couch.  He used his hand to
spread open his ass.  It was erotic to be behind him smelling
his asshole, before inserting my cock in his asshole.  I was so
turned on that it didn't take more than a few minutes for he
to cum in his ass.

	The man thanked me while using tissues to clean up
the dripping cum coming out of his inflamed asshole.  He
even sucked my cock clean for me.

	He told me that it was only fair that I suck his cock and
allow him to fuck me.  I was happy to suck his cock.  After all I
was used to sucking Roger's cock.  I was curious about what it
would feel like, and even accepted his logic, and agreed to
suck his cock for him.  The man sat on the couch with his butt
on the edge with his legs spread.  I knelt before him and
rested my hands on his thighs.  When I took his cock into my
mouth, he placed his hand on top of my head.  I was able to
take all of his cock into my mouth.  My noise was pressed
against his pubic hair.  I could smell his flesh and traces of
laundry soap.  I gently held his balls in my hand while sucking
his cock.  Eventually he squirted cum into my mouth.  I
swallowed it like a pro.  He wanted to rest afterwards, so he
put on another video.

	This one was a party of men with young boys.  The boys
were encouraged to wrestle around on the floor in front of
the men.  They jerked each other off, sucked cocks, and even
fucked each other.  One by one the boys were paired up with
one of the older men.  They had the boys sit on their laps
while the men played with their little cock and kissed them.
Eventually, the men picked up the boys and placed them on
their engorged cocks, or they placed them on their backs so
that they could mount them missionary style.  We both had
boners by the rime the video ended.  The man placed me
over the arm of the couch he had been on.  He produced a
tube of lubricant and greased up my asshole and his cock.  He
told me to relax or it would hurt me even more.

	I did my best to relax, but it did hurt.  My pleading
went unheeded while he fucked my ass.  When he came in
my ass and pulled out, I was unable to pucker my asshole
without it feeling a flit of pain.  He assured me that it would
relax and return to normal.  I wasn't sure I would ever want
to allow another male to fuck me.

	After we got dressed he took me home, and gave me a
card with his phone numbers on it.  It took me a couple of
days to recover and feel a tingling in my ass, as if it felt
empty, so I called his cellphone.

	He was thrilled to get the call and picked me up after
work and we reenacted our previous encounter, jacking each
other off while watching gay porn, sucking cocks and
eventually fucking each other's ass.  This time it didn't hurt all
that much, but I grunted with every thrust.

	That was  the start of me becoming a whore for older
men that like to fuck teenaged surfers.



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