Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 07:11:57 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Catching the Perfect Wave

Dear Reader: this is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	A trip to the beach can be a hot and exhausting venture on an
ordinary day. Here in Florida the best time to go is early, that's when the
surfers are out. Pretty much the same in California, the groms come out in
swarms there. Surfing is an all ages sport, 6 to 60, they hit the waves
whenever they can. I love watching the beauty, the sport and especially the
boys.

	Here's a short surfer yarn, hope you enjoy. Comments to: Chris James

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


		     Catching the Perfect Wave  (M/B)


	Jerry was always told that he was a handsome young boy with some
very amazing talents. At the tender age of six he managed to pull his panic
stricken grandmother out of her flaming kitchen before the fire department
arrived. "Too much grease, grandma," was all he said afterwards.

	At age ten, a year after his father died, Jerry was learning to
play golf at the local driving range when a man at the next tee had a heart
attack. The boy quickly rushed over and began administering CPR that he had
learned from his safety class at school. The paramedics gave him credit for
the save and Jerry got his picture in the paper, his mother was very proud.

	When he turned twelve his body started to change. Puberty came as
no surprise though, Jerry had been expecting it. The book he had read on
human sexuality confirmed that everything about his transformation was
normal. If anything he was relieved, now he could play games like the other
boys.

	By the time he was fifteen Jerry was a typical southern Florida kid
in looks and talent, surfing was his major goal in life. The contest
between man and nature was primal, and the beach was filled with boys who
had the same approach to life.

	All winter long, cutesy little rich girls from up north crowded the
sidewalks of his Florida beach town and drove Jerry crazy. A normal walk to
the drugstore became an ordeal of staring adolescent girls. Any one of them
would have thrown themselves at the feet of this young tanned boy
god. Jerry knew he looked good clad in his baggie surfer shorts, and the
small surfboard tucked under his arm gave him status.

	Jerry liked the surfing style clothes a whole lot. Short tight
t-shirts that accentuated his rippling muscles and the shorts, especially
the shorts. Once they got wet you could see the cock swinging between his
legs. None of his friends ever wore underwear and there was a deep
excitement in that. Their weekend gatherings at Lipton Point were the
highlight of youthful enthusiasm throughout the year, but summers there
were special.

      Summer was freedom from the tourist crowd. The intense heat drove
them back north in droves. It gave Jerry and his friends the chance to surf
unmolested by swimmers in the curling waves. And best of all, the storms of
late July and August whipped the surface of the ocean, rolling huge
breakers into shore.

      Lipton Point beach was private and old man Lipton had always allowed
the boys to use it. They would often see the old guy perched up on the deck
of his mansion watching them. It always caused someone to bring up the idea
that Lipton was nothing more than a pervert who preyed on young boys.

      But he never spoke to them and Jerry knew that none of them had ever
met him in person. Lipton did leave them notes tacked to a board at the
bottom of the beach stairs. Little pleas, like keep the beach clean and
always bury the remains of the driftwood fires. The boys usually complied
since no one wanted to ruin the best surfing spot within twenty miles.

      And then one morning Jerry saw the article in the newspaper. Lipton
had been ill all winter and had finally passed away at his estate up
north. The article listed the great corporate successes of the Lipton
family and their charitable works. The house at Lipton Point was mentioned
along with a long list of heirs for the old man's holdings.

      Jerry stared at the picture of Lipton and felt sad. Not because the
man had died, old people did that. But he was sure the boys would now lose
their favorite surfing spot. He hurried off to the drugstore to find his
friends and share the bad news.

      By afternoon the word had spread and there were twenty boys gathered
down at the Point. The house back in the dunes seemed deserted although
Jerry was sure the staff was still there. He suggested they send a
delegation to the house to ask the big question. Would they be allowed to
use the beach?

      Suggest something and you'll always end up doing the task yourself,
Jerry thought as he walked across the beach towards the driveway into the
estate. Not that he was afraid of the people there; it was just that none
of the boys had ever spoken to someone at the house.

      Just as he reached the edge of the beach he saw a smart red sports
car pull up at the gates. Jerry kept on walking towards the driveway and
saw a man exit the car and unlock the gates from a keypad beside the wall.

      The man was dressed in typical tourist gear, a flowered shirt, tan
slacks and sandals on his feet. The guy was about thirty, but since he had
long blonde hair much like Jerry's he figured the guy must be cool.

      "Afternoon, dude," the guy threw out. "You one of the groms
hereabouts?"

      "Yeah...that's me," Jerry replied.

      "Great. My name's Andy, Andy Lipton. I suppose you know by now that
my grandfather passed away last weekend. Seems he left this place to me in
his will, but I've never seen the house before."

      "You surf?" Jerry asked.

      "Me? Not much anymore. But, yeah, when I was younger. Surfed in
California, Hawaii and Australia. Broke a leg down there, heavy boards back
then could kill a guy if you wiped out. Bet you got a laminated board,
right?"

      "Yeah. You surfed Hawaii?" Jerry's eyes were bugged out; this guy was
a real surfer.

      "Long time ago, when I was in college. Did some real crazy stuff back
then, but enough of that. You must be one of the local boys, what's your
name?"

      "Jerry... Jerry Tillman. Me and my buddies have been surfing the
Point a long time."

      "And you're worried about losing your spot, am I right?"

      "Yes, sir. Old man, uh...Mr. Lipton allowed us to use the beach..."

      "I know, he wrote me about it. I suppose he left me the house because
of my surfing days. He mentioned that the local boys were allowed to use
his beach long as they kept it clean. So don't worry, I can't see any
reason to make a change. Just be careful out there, ok?"

      "Really, that's so great of you, Mr. Lipton..."

      "Andy, call me Andy. I don't go in for all that Mr. stuff, makes me
feel old. Have you ever seen the house, Jerry?"

      "No, sir...Andy. We stay off the property."

      "Well, I've never seen it either. Want a tour of it with me?"

       "Yeah, sure, if it's all right with you."

      Andy left the car parked beside the gate and they walked up to the
house. Jerry was in awe of the place. Hell, it was a million times bigger
than his mother's place. Andy produced a key for the front door.

      "I sent all the servants back up to New York, don't want my grandpa's
legacy hanging over my head," Andy said.

      The door opened into a vast hallway that ran the length of the
house. Jerry could see windows at the end and the ocean beyond. Along one
wall a large staircase curved upwards to a balcony looking down into a
large living space with a stone fireplace. The whole house was filled with
furniture like Jerry had never seen before.

      "Oh, man," Andy said as they walked through the place. "This shit has
got to go. I feel like I'm in a museum, don't you?"

      "It's...it's awesome. Like stuff I've seen in picture books," Jerry
said.

      "Exactly, I hate it."

      "There's the kitchen," Jerry said, pointing through a doorway to the
right.

      "Cool, most important room in the house," Andy said.

      He walked up to a large stainless steel door and pulled it open. The
refrigerator shelves were bare except for a few bottles of water.

      "Figures, they left us nothing to eat," Andy said. "Water?"

      "Sure, can we go look at the beach?" Jerry asked.

      They walked through the living room to the windows that slid open
onto the deck. The sand and dune grasses stretched away towards the water
at the end of the point. Jerry looked down at the cove and waved at several
of his friends. He raised his arms over his head and let out a victory
whoop. The boys below responded with a shout, grabbed their boards and
headed towards the water.

      "Thanks, Andy; you have no idea what this place means to us."

      "Not yet, but I'll find out if you guys take care of it. I'm a
photographer, that's what I do for a living. Not that I have to work, but
just being a Lipton has opened a lot of doors for me."

      "What kind of pictures do you take?" Jerry asked.

      "All kinds, but I like natural subjects. People, nature, that kind of
thing. Would you let me take your picture?"

      "Me?"

      "Sure. Surfer boy, tanned body, long blonde hair...a good
image. Maybe I could even sell a few, make you some cash."

      "I'd get paid? Cool," Jerry said. "When do we get started?"

      "Slow down, Jerry. I have a lot of stuff to accomplish around here
first, but then maybe you can help me do that too. I'll pay you if you work
hard."

      "When do we start, boss?"

      "Tomorrow, we start first thing in the morning," Andy said.

      Within forty-eight hours the auction house they chose removed the
last bit of antique furniture leaving behind a huge pile of grandpa's
personal effects. Andy waded through the books and papers, placing
everything into storage boxes with Jerry's help. The local shelter took
away all the clothes, including an odd pair of snakeskin shoes, size
twelve.

      For his part, Andy spent several hours on the phone badgering
interior decorators.

      "I'll give you the job but only if you hurry," Jerry heard him
say. "Yes, I want it now so find me something. I don't care if it's
expensive, just buy it or I'll find someone who will."

      Those words produced the required effect and trucks began to arrive
with the new goods. The transformation was amazing and Jerry stood back in
awe as couches, chairs and tables appeared. Andy liked space and promised
the house wouldn't be as cluttered up. The living room was transformed with
potted plants, wide soft cushions and a myriad of floor lamps in bright
colors.

      What had been old now became new, transformed into a modern living
space. Jerry liked the results this man could produce. Five days after they
started the final delivery truck departed with a roar and Andy shut the
front doors.

      "Oh, thank goodness that's over," he said, collapsing onto a pile of
cushions beside the fireplace. "Now I can begin to enjoy the summer."

      Jerry sat in a low chair and looked around the transformed room. It
looked less like a living room and more like a piece of the safari jungle
he'd visited in Miami when he was younger. "This is just so cool," he said.

      "Cool, yes," Andy agreed, "but warm enough."

      With that he stood up and began to remove his clothes. Jerry didn't
know how to take it when the man finally stood naked. He felt uncomfortable
and yet fascinated by the scars on Andy's leg from the surfing accident. He
saw Andy looking at him.

      "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

      "Uh, not really, it's your house," Jerry replied. "Awesome scar," he
said, pointing at the leg.

      "Yeah, Australia, I told you about that, didn't I? So, are you going
to join me?"

      "Join you? Oh, you mean naked?"

      "I've been a nudist for years. I hate the feel of cloth on my
skin. Come on, give it a try, it's liberating," Andy said.

      Jerry saw the gleam in Andy's eye, this was a challenge. He wanted
the man's friendship for a lot of reasons and the call for nudity didn't
seem too off the wall, why not? Jerry stood and shucked off his clothes.

      They stood naked, facing each other. Andy smiled and clapped his
hands.

      "Good man, Jerry, knew you were brave." His eyes roamed over Jerry's
form and settled between the legs. "And hung too. You know, I don't
remember if I was that big at your age."

      Jerry blushed and looked between Andy's legs, as if he was noticing
the man sized cock for the first time. Andy's meat hung long and thick, a
whopper. He felt a stir, the blood rushing towards his crotch. Uh, oh,
can't get hard now. Why was it doing this?

      Jerry excused himself and went to the bathroom. He returned to find
Andy standing at the deck railing outside. Across the sand and water Jerry
could see his friends out trying to catch a wave. This nudist thing was
getting awkward, maybe he should go surfing. Andy seemed to read his mind.

      "Why don't you join your friends out there?" he asked, the statement
more of a suggestion.

      "Low surf, lousy ride really. The tide flow around the Point cuts the
waves back this time of day. It should get better later on. We ride until
the sun drops and then light a fire on the beach." Jerry smiled and sat in
one of the lounge chairs. Andy dropped to the deck and lay on his
stomach. Maybe Andy should meet the rest of his friends?

      All week long Jerry had kept his relationship with the latest Lipton
a secret, but he wasn't sure why. The nudist thing might cause his friends
to think Andy was a pervert, but he didn't act like one. Jerry knew
perverts, they arrived with the tourists. Since he was little his good
looks had caused strange men to approach and offer him things.

      You could always tell from their eyes just what they wanted. The look
was hungry. Sex seemed to do that to people. He often saw that look in a
girl's eyes too, it was scary. And there had been times. Times he pushed
out of his mind, when he had given in to the temptation.

      Sex with the men was only for the money he told himself. Money was
something he couldn't resist and he knew he wasn't alone in the
desire. Several times he'd seen a friend or two getting out of a strange
car with out of state plates. They never talked about it, why bother? Once
done it was quickly forgotten. It was how they survived so it never
happened.

      He gazed at Andy lying before him. The man had a good body and tight
buns. Oh shit, Jerry realized he was admiring the man's ass and turned his
head away. Andy had proven himself different. What they had was a real
friendship not some perverted thing. The curve of Andy's backside seemed to
hold him in a state of fascination as his head turned back again. There
were times when he wondered about himself. Why was he looking?

      Like the time a few months back, Spring Break to be exact. The guy
had a kid with him, a boy almost his own age. That had thrown Jerry off and
he didn't see the signs in time to avoid the encounter. But he was broke,
broke enough to have done most anything to make fifty dollars.

      The guy and his kid were sitting in the parking lot of the donut shop
when Jerry came out with his soda. The boy waved at him and Jerry gave a
nod in his direction. The man smiled and motioned him over. Jerry found
himself standing beside the passenger door looking down at the boy.

      "Want to make fifty?" the boy had asked, taking Jerry by
surprise. The kid was pimping the man?

      "Fifty?"

      The kid had smiled sheepishly. "He wants to see us together," was all
he said. It was something new, something he had never considered. He
wouldn't be having sex with the guy, just the kid. He asked if that was
what they wanted and the boy nodded. Jerry got in.

      The guy parked the car behind the supermarket and the boy climbed in
the back seat with Jerry. The guy handed him a fifty dollar bill and the
boy started to tug down Jerry's shorts. He almost laughed when the kid got
his pants down and licked his lips before lowering his head.

      But Jerry knew there was more money in this and as the boy started to
suck him he negotiated with the guy. Another fifty and Jerry began to blow
the boy. He'd never sucked a man's cock before but this kid was hardly past
puberty. No big deal really so he went at it fast and almost choked when
the kid shot off in his mouth. Jerry spit cum on the car's floor and the
guy didn't seem to mind.

      Jerry focused on the kids face as the boy tried to handle his
cock. Something told him the guy was jerking off in the front seat but he
didn't care. The boy finally managed to hit the right buttons and Jerry
pumped a heavy dose down the boy's throat. The kid took every bit of it
with ease and Jerry knew the kid spent a lot of time doing this.

       Probably did the guy all the time, the guy might even be his old
man, how gross. Groans and gasps from the front seat told him the event was
over. Jerry pulled up his shorts, popped the door latch and split.

      Jerry never looked back after these events; he always walked a
straight line to the nearest friend's house in case he was followed. He
never saw the guy and his kid again. There were several guys he looked out
for now. It was crumby the way he had to look over his shoulder
sometimes. But hey, you had to be careful.

      The way Andy was lying he knew the guy wasn't asleep, maybe he was
just thinking. As if on cue, Andy started doing pushups. His legs were
spread slightly and Jerry could see lots of cock and balls hanging below
the man's belly. Again Jerry realized he was looking, only this time he
didn't turn away.

      The sky was darkening when Jerry left for home. His mother wouldn't
be back until late when the bar closed. He was thankful his mother didn't
drink at her job. But he didn't like all the men that hung around her
either. Maybe he would swing by the bar on his way back to the Point. He
wondered if Andy would be sitting up there in the dark on the deck watching
the boys frolic in the firelight. He was sure the man would still be naked.

      The thought of Andy's naked ass and the long cock dangling between
his legs gave Jerry an erection. The reaction to another man's body was new
and yet he didn't seem uncomfortable. Jerry lay back on his bed and rubbed
himself. These feelings had been coming to him more frequently in the past
year.

      Like the time last Christmas he had crawled out his bedroom window at
one in the morning. The weather had turned unseasonably warm and the urge
to take a plunge in the ocean had been overpowering. He ran barefoot down
the silent street to the beach three blocks away. The police patrol car was
sitting beside the station house since the town was deserted this late.

      Jerry sped across the short boardwalk beside the shops and felt the
ooze of sand creep up between his toes. He was about to burst out of the
tall beach grass when he saw the glow of a cigarette at the other end of
the dune.

      He dropped to the sand and crawled forward. The smell of marijuana
reached his nose and he hesitated. The glow moved to the left and Jerry
knew there were at least two people sitting on the pile of beach chairs at
the entrance to the beach. He crept closer.

      Jerry was only eight feet from the two sharing the joint and they had
no way of seeing him in the darkness. It had to be a couple of tourists,
maybe a boy with his girl. He was in the shadow of the grass and as his
eyes adjusted he could begin to see them more clearly in the reflected
lights of the town.

      It was two guys, he realized, friends out getting high on the
beach. Pot was something Jerry had yet to try, he just wasn't ready. One
guy said something and they both laughed quietly. The one on the right
leaned over and Jerry suddenly realized they were making out. Two gay guys,
oh shit.

      He watched in fascination as the guys kissed and then lay back on the
chairs. One had his hand down the other's pants. They were still kissing
when the pants started coming off. Jerry almost gasped aloud when he
realized they were going to have sex right there in front of him.

      He'd never seen two of any kind having sex before. Peering intently
in the darkness he could make out the guys bodies as they began to suck
each other. Beneath him in the sand, Jerry's cock was hard as a rock. The
sucking went on for a while and then distinctly he heard one of them say,
"Fuck me...I'm ready."

      Jerry watched as one of the guys rolled over and spread his legs. He
got a glimpse of a long hard cock as the other lowered himself down. There
was moaning and gasping as the one on top began to push in and out. Jerry
felt his body respond and found himself fucking the beach.

      He was close enough to hear the sound of their heavy breathing as the
man on top pumped away. It was the moans of pleasure he heard from the guy
on the bottom that caught his attention. Jerry had never considered being
stuck in the ass like that, but the guy seemed to be enjoying himself.

      The top man gasped and hissed, "Oh...I'm gonna cum."

      Jerry felt his cock plunging harder and harder into the sand. It
wasn't as good as his mattress but it was doing the trick. The top man
bucked and twitched, groaning as he came. Jerry bit his lip as he felt the
wetness pouring from his cock into his shorts. The man on top was still
pushing in and out when Jerry realized this would be a good time to exit
the scene.

      He backed slowly into the tall grass until he couldn't see the two
guys anymore. They were still only fifteen feet away when Jerry picked up a
handful of pebbles and threw them back towards the boardwalk. The clatter
of stones on the boards in the quiet night was very loud. He heard the two
guys react and the clatter as they jumped off the pile of chairs. Jerry let
out a loud whistle and heard one of the guys say in a frantic voice, "Come
on."

	The pounding of their feet running away down the beach was the last
thing he heard from them. Jerry pushed himself through the grass and
sprinted in the darkness to the cool water. Sitting back in the waves he
saw car lights come on up the beach. The two guys drove away in haste and
he laughed out loud.

	The memory of their moans and gasps made his cock swell. Jerry
wondered if Andy had ever fucked another guy. Oh, it was back to Andy
again. He wondered how big that cock was when the man got hard. Jerry
almost wished he could take that hard cock up his ass. Maybe being fucked
would feel wonderful. The swelling increased and Jerry busted a load out
across his stomach. His final sexual image was Andy leaning over and
whispering, "I'm cumming."

	Jerry showered, amazed that his cock was still hard. His mind was
still thinking, what if he allowed Andy to fuck him? How would that work?
Obviously the man's cock was big, would his asshole take something that
size?

	Jerry shook his head under the spray of water. What was wrong with
him? Here he was thinking about getting fucked, it was just plain crazy. He
wasn't a homo...was he?  The long slender shampoo bottle on the shelf gave
him an idea. Placing the rounded top against his ass hole Jerry rubbed it
around. That felt pretty good but the bottle was too hard.

	Turning off the water, Jerry dried off and then padded naked into
the kitchen where he looked around. The handles on all the kitchen utensils
were made of wood, too hard. Then he spied the bananas in the fruit bowl,
oh yeah. The skin of the banana he chose was smooth and straight but Jerry
knew he had to make it slippery too. Reaching up in the cabinet, he pulled
down the can of vegetable shortening his mother used when cooking.

	Dipping the end of the banana in the white gooey mess he returned
to the bathroom. Jerry lay down on the countertop with his legs in the
air. In the mirror he could see his little pink ass hole and he placed the
end of the banana against it. Something wasn't right; he needed to be
excited for this to work.

	He wiped a dab of the slime off the banana and applied it to his
cock. Damn, the stuff was really slick. He began to fist his cock until he
was hard and then some. The warmth returned and he looked into the mirror
again, imagining the banana was Andy's cock.

	This time when he pushed the fruit against his hole he felt it
yield. It felt pretty good as he continued to stroke his cock and push
against his ass hole. In fact it felt downright awesome as the banana moved
inwards. He concentrated on stroking, realizing as he did that the banana
was slowly pushing deeper into his ass .
	It felt tight one moment and then something seemed to open up and
the banana slid several inches up his butt. Wow, that did feel good. Jerry
began to push and pull on the banana as his cock started revving up for
another blast. He arched his back and watched as the banana slid almost
halfway inside.

	Deep inside he felt a warm tingle and his balls started to feel
heavy. The warmth spread throughout his crotch and his cock felt like it
was going to go ballistic. Jerry pumped the banana in and out as the
feeling increased. This was over the top.

	He felt his cock give a spurt and then his asshole started going
all spastic with the banana. It was like opening a door to a whole new load
of feelings as the banana's length slid all the way up into his ass.

	Jerry groaned as his cock sprayed and sprayed...and sprayed. Great
loads of cum gushed out as his asshole twitched and pulsed. It was like
nothing he'd ever felt, but it was over much too soon.

	He collapsed on the counter and watched in the mirror as the banana
began to slide out of his ass. He'd never cum this hard before, or this
much he was sure. The banana plopped out and Jerry saw that the skin had
broken open and the fruit was oozing out through the cracks. One ruined
banana, but it was awesome.

	Unfortunately it took quite a while to wash away the shortening,
such miserable gooey stuff. But his asshole continued to tingle and his
balls felt like they were completely empty. Overall, it was great. He
wondered what Andy would think and at the same time knew he could never
tell a soul about this.

	It was nine o'clock before he hit the beach just below the
Point. There was already a small fire burning in the sand ahead and he
could see several figures sitting around it. He was shocked to see that one
of them was Andy. Fortunately he was wearing shorts but little else.

	"Hey, Jerry," Andy called as he approached, "wasn't sure you were
going to make it."

	The other boys mumbled their hellos as he plopped down in the sand
by the fire. He wondered what Andy had been talking about but then the boys
seemed relaxed with the stranger in their midst.

      "Sorry, I've been boring your pals with surfing stories," Andy
laughed.

      A chorus of protests went round the fire, he hadn't been boring them
at all, it was awesome. Jerry smiled as Andy resumed his story about how
the Australian surf had ripped the board from under his feet and dropped
his from the towering wave into the depths. He had pushed himself deep;
afraid the board would come down and pound him to pieces.

      Jerry stared across the flames at Andy's animated face as he spoke
and felt a growing warmth inside. He really liked this guy, really liked
him a whole lot. Andy gazed back and Jerry realized the man was looking at
him, they smiled together. The moment of shared friendship was theirs alone
and Jerry felt like he wanted to be alone with the man and tell him about
this new feeling.

      One by one the boys said their farewells and slipped away from the
circle of light. Finally the last one went, leaving Jerry alone with his
man.

      "I'm all talked out," Andy said, "and my mouth is dry as a bone. Want
to come up to the house for a drink? And I mean soda."

      "Yeah, sure," Jerry replied.

      They carried buckets of sand to douse the fire and then walked across
the dunes to the gate. It felt like coming home when Jerry sat down in the
living room. Andy brought him an orange soda and they sat in silence for a
few minutes.

      "I'm sorry I was late..."Jerry began.

      "I missed you when you didn't come..." Andy began.

      They looked at one another and Jerry smiled. "I'm glad you wore
shorts."

      Andy gave a laugh. "I didn't think your friends could handle the
truth."

      Jerry reached for his shorts and pushed them down. "Well, we're alone
now."

      He sat naked under Andy's steady gaze. "Do you know what you're doing
to me? I can't imagine you do at your age."

      Jerry could see that Andy's cock was swelling the front of his
shorts. It was the sign he needed, the man wanted him. Jerry rolled his
body slowly and lay stretched out on the couch, his head in Andy's lap. He
could feel the hardness pressed against his cheek as he looked up into the
man's face.

      "Have you ever imagined us like this?" Jerry asked.

      Andy's hands stroked the boy's head, fingers weaving through his long
hair.

      "You're so young, Jerry, when did you start feeling like this?"

      "This afternoon, tonight, I don't know. I've had feelings before,
except now they make sense."

      Jerry knew his cock had gone hard and was standing up from his
stomach. Andy stroked down across his chest and Jerry felt a hand grasp his
stiffness. Fair was fair and he began to tug at Andy's shorts.

      Side by side they lay naked on the couch. Jerry looked closely at
Andy's face and saw amazement, concern and yet he knew this was good, the
man cared for him.

      "What is it you want from me?" Andy asked. "If its money..."

      "I don't want your money," Jerry blurted out. Did he think this was
only about money? "I want you...I want you to love me."

      "I do love you, but why..."

      "My father died when I was ten," Jerry said. He'd been over the
sadness of that tragedy for a long time. "I won't lie to you. I've fooled
around with guys before. It's just...  like I'm looking for something or
someone, I can't explain."

	"You still miss him, Jerry, I can tell. I'm sure you love your
mother but there isn't a man in your life." Andy understood what it meant
not to have a father. His had been distant, busy and they had drifted apart
very quickly after he started college. "I would love to be the man in your
life, but it doesn't have to be like this, we could be just friends. We're
going to cross a line here and I don't think you understand how dangerous
that is for me."

	"Oh, I would never tell anyone, how could I?" Jerry said.

	"But someone could find out, one of your friends..."

	"They all suck cock, Andy. We've all taken money to suck cock,
we're poor remember, that's what poor boys do sometimes. My mother can't
give me an allowance; I'm too young for a job..."

	"Ok...ok, I see what you're saying," Andy said. Jerry was getting
frustrated and he didn't want the boy angry. "You really think you and I
can keep this secret?"

	"I'll do what ever it takes," Jerry said, "I think I'm in love."

	Andy grasped the boy's head and kissed his brow. Jerry wrapped his
arms around Andy's chest and laid his head on that wide, muscular chest.

	"Then I want you to love me and I'll do everything in my power to
make this work," Andy said. "But...there will be conditions."

	"Conditions? You mean like rules?" Jerry said, pushing himself
back.

	"Yes, rules. You are...what, fifteen? Boys your age have to do well
in school if they plan to get into a good college, and if you hang with me
I will make sure the college is good. I don't love my money, Jerry. Money
is only a tool for the things I want to accomplish. You have to think that
way or else we'll hit a brick wall together. Do we have an understanding?"

	Jerry nodded in agreement. "I'm not doing too badly."

	"Good. And no drugs. Those things suck the life out of you. It's
not just your love I want, Jerry. I want to share our lives, go places, and
do things. I'm twenty-nine years old, really, and I don't have much of a
family. Grandpa was my closest relative and I'll never have children. That
leaves me looking for a partner and there you were, surfing on my beach. I
just didn't know how to say anything to you. I didn't want to scare you
away. The day you walked up my driveway...it was magic."

	"I promise I'll be whatever you want me to be," Jerry said. "I'll
follow the rules..."

	"You already are what I want. Shut up and kiss me," Andy laughed.

	The kiss brought their bodies together and Jerry felt Andy's cock
press against his stomach. It was big, bigger than the banana, but now he
wasn't scared of it.

	They lay and rubbed against each other for a while until Andy led
them up the spiraling stairs to his bedroom. Through the glass dome
overhead a million stars lit their bodies as they lay down on the large
comfortable bed.

	"I don't know what kind of things you want to do..." Andy started
to say.

	"Shut up and I'll show you," Jerry whispered.

	Although he'd never sucked a man sized cock before, now it seemed
more like a challenge than a concern. He wanted to suck this cock, to
pleasure the man, the man he loved. It still sounded crazy in his head but
he knew it was what he really felt.

	Andy allowed the boy to suck and squeeze, fondle and lick, as he
lay back on the bed. Somehow he knew Jerry had a little experience, but not
much. The boy wanted to please him and that was all that mattered. He
turned it into a mutual suck off when Jerry started to masturbate
himself. No way was he going to let the boy waste precious fluids.

	Jerry moaned with pleasure when Andy began to suck his cock. Too
soon he felt that familiar pressure rising up inside. He reached back and
began to rub a finger up and down across his asshole. The banana had shown
him how to make things more pleasurable.

	Andy was amused when the boy began to stimulate his sphincter. So
the kid has experience with that too. He knew Jerry was about to bust and
there was no way to stop it. Let him come quickly the first time and put
that behind them. It would be better the second time around.

	Jerry was sucking away when he felt the need to release. He came
deep in Andy's throat, an event that made him gasp for air. Andy wrapped
his hands around the boy and held him in as the kid filled his mouth with
warm creamy juice. The boy's body bucked and trembled, his long cock
pulsing. The kid busted a decent load.

	Andy grasped the boy's buns and spread them apart as the spent cock
slipped from his mouth. He licked at Jerry's balls and then drove his
tongue up the kid's ass. Jerry gasped at the intense feeling, allowing
Andy's cock to slide from his mouth.

	"Ah...oh...that feels so good."

	"So you do want to be fucked, is that it?" Andy asked.

	"Yes...yes, please."

	Andy left the bed and came back with a jar of lubricant. Jerry
sprawled on the bed as he applied the cool slippery substance to the boy's
ass. He pushed the pillows under Jerry's butt to raise him up and then he
crawled up over the boy's body.

	"Have you done this too?" he asked.

	"Yes...but only with a banana," Jerry giggled.

	"A banana, "Andy said incredulously. "I hope it was a big one."

	Jerry felt the pressure against his ass hole and tried to relax. It
would feel good, so very good, he told himself. This had to happen, he
wanted Andy to love him and nothing was too much to ask. He looked up into
Andy's face and saw concern.

	The pressure increased and with his ass all slippery he felt the
head of Andy's cock slide in and then stop. The momentary pain passed and
he felt Andy resume pushing. his cock invading, sliding deep inside. He
groaned and gasped but it felt so right, so perfectly fitting.

	Andy took it easy, probing but not plunging this virgin ass. A
banana, well at least he was creative. Ah, the heat of the boy's rectum
enveloped his cock and he began a slow stroking motion. Sliding his hand
down the boy's stomach he grasped the withered cock and felt it stir. He
had no way of knowing this would be Jerry's fourth time today but he wanted
the boy to come again.

	Jerry was surprised when his cock started to regain strength, the
feeling of Andy's grasp bringing it back to life. Oh, the heat that hard
cock created in his ass as it slid in and out. Getting fucked by a cock was
awesome, much better than the banana. He began thrusting into Andy's hand,
working in rhythm with the cock in his ass. Their bodies seemed to dance,
their eyes locked together. This was fucking wonderful.

	Andy wouldn't push all the way in. It would be too much for the
boy's first time. It didn't matter; this was just fine. He remembered
getting fucked for the first time when he was seventeen and what a disaster
that had been.

	He felt the boy fucking his grasp with abandon and knew the final
orgasm was approaching. Jerry was gasping for breath, beads of sweat
covering his lean body. A few groans from them both and Andy spurted his
cum deep in the boy's rectum just as Jerry oozed out a few drops of his
own.

	Jerry felt Andy's orgasm and the warm juices that poured out into
his gut had pushed him over the top one last time. He lay gasping on the
sweat soaked sheets and moaned as Andy slowly withdrew his cock. Oh, he
missed the fullness and the warmth of that cock inside of him. This had
been like nothing else, a new first. And Jerry smiled at the certain
satisfaction that it would be wonderful like this again and again.

	That summer languished, life slowed by the heat of passion and the
soaring temperatures of the Florida weather. Slowly Jerry introduced Andy
to his mother and to his amazement she understood his need for a man in his
life. There was much unsaid, it would always be that way he knew. But it
allowed his life to change from the happy go lucky surfer boy to the
cultured young man at Andy's side.

	There were few so lucky, Jerry's life was secure, and so was
Andy's. There won't be too many more summers on Lipton Point, Jerry is off
to Maui this year. Maybe they'll do the Great Barrier Reef in Australia
this Christmas. In surfing terms Jerry had caught the perfect wave, the
ride of a lifetime.