Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2013 22:48:06 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Encounter at Swam's (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, m/M

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Adult youth, oral and anal, m/M

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                      Encounter at Swami's
                              By
                            Wolf

	I am an avid surfer, and live in Encinitas, California.  I
started surfing when I was seven years old.  I spent every
minute I could looking for the perfect wave.  By the time I
was sixteen I was not only a devoted surfer, but I was also a
cock hound.  An older cousin had seduced me while I was
visiting family not far from Escondido.

	Several time when I was hitchhiking with my surfboard
I got picked up by older men that felt my crotch, when I didn't
object they found a secluded place to suck my cock.  Of
course I was happy to suck their cocks too.  One of the men
that picked me up was thrilled that I was happy to be his
friend.  He would drive me anyplace I wanted.  He even drove
me up to Monterey Bay during a winter storm, so that I could
see what Mavericks was like.  We shared a motel for a couple
of days, waiting for the big waves.  When we were in the
motel we were sucking cocks and fucking assholes.

	This particular winter's day there was a Santa Ana off
shore warm breeze blowing.  That made for warm air, but
blew the waves down.  I had hiked down to the Moonlight
Beach with my short board.  The waves were only two or
three feet high, but I was working my way down the beach to
one of the favorite surfing areas called Swami's.  It is an area
between Encinitas and Cardiff by the Sea.  There was an
Indian religious retreat there.  Back before World War Two
some of the temple had fallen off the bluff, creating a ruble of
half buried concert that created a right and left brake.  The
waves working their way down the shoreline, normally
created right braking waves, and it was far enough between
the two beaches that the lifeguards didn't hassle surfers,
because very few swimmers for that far away from the
beaches.  I normally had my right foot front, but sometimes I
like to goofy-foot it so I can face the curl of the wave.

	This day the waves were dreadful, but I had the whole
beach to myself.  The winter waves had eroded most of the
sand from the beach, and exposed the black garnet rocks,
lining the bluff.

	I had not seen anyone on the beach until I actually got
to Swami's.  While I was working what little wave there was, I
saw a man sunning himself while sitting on the rocks, with his
back against the adobe bluff.  There was something about
seeing a man sunning himself on a winter's day that intrigued
me.  I rode a wave in close to shore, and stepped off before
beaching my board on the rocks.  I picked up my board, and
carried it down the beach towards the man.  I stayed in the
shallow sandy bottom of the water, because I had no desire
to walk on the rocks.

	As I got close to the man there were a couple of things
that caught my eye.  His body was very hairy, and he was
sitting there cross legged, totally naked.

	This was not a clothing optional beach, but this far
away from either beach, and there was no way down the
bluff, no one would normally disturb him.  He had a dark tan
all over his body.  As I got closer I could admire his full beard,
and just how hairy his body was.  The hair on his chest was
graying along with his temples and chin.  I suspected that he
was about fifty years old.

	He was sitting on a rice mat.  There was a day pack by
his side.  I assumed there were some clothes in the bag.
There was also a Marabou box of cigarettes and a cheap
disposable lighter by his hip.

	I asked his if I could have a smoke.  He flashed me a
pleasant smile, and without comment her picked up the box
and shook out one as he held out the box for me to take one
of the cigarettes.  He also put one in his mouth, as he closed
the box and picked up the lighter.  He leaned towards me as
he held the flame to the tip of his cigarette.  I leaned down to
light my cigarette, and took a drag.  I blew the smoke away
from him, as I thanked him.

	As much as I admired his body, I was very impressed
with the size of his un-cut cock.  He was sporting a thick cock
at least 8-inches long.  The foreskin covered the knob, but did
not inhibit the full development of the roll around the knob.  I
could see the shape of the head under the skin.  His balls
were just as impressive.  The sack was hairy and the left nut
rested on the mat.  I couldn't resist saying, "Your friend must
call you Bear!"

	He smiled and said, "They do call me Bear!"

	There was no doubt what branch of service he had
been in.  There was a tattoo on his shoulder of a bulldog with
a cocked World War One helmet on his head with the black
letter USMC under it.  I also said, "I bet the boots were afraid
of that tool, Gunny!"

	She beamed, "you bet your sweet ass!" the little punks
feared this took as he grasped his cock and peeled back the
foreskin to show me the knob.

	I said, "I bet I can handle that!"

	He took hold of my wrist and pulled me down beside
him and placed my hand on his cock.

	I kid you not, my fingertips barely touched my thumb.
He pulled me around until I was lying between his bent legs.  I
took hold of his cock with one hand and held his balls with
the other hand.  I pulled back the foreskin and took his knob
into my mouth.  I sucked his cock like a pro.  I must say the
girth of his cock forced me to stretch my mouth as much as I
had ever done to suck his cock.  There was no way I was going
to be able to deep throat his cock, but there was plenty of
shaft to jack off while sucking on as much of his cock as I
could.  He rewarded my efforts with several squirts of thick
cum.  I even licked his hairy balls for a while.

	I eventually was getting over heated in my wetsuit.  I
stood up and pulled the large nylon plastic zipper down my
back by the strap attached to the zipper.  I pulled my arms
out of the sleeves and peeled down the suit.  I didn't have
anything on under the suit.  I had to sit down to pull the suit
past my feet.  I was as naked as him.

	He ran his hands all over my almost hairless body.  He
sat me down on his mat with my back against the adobe
bluff, and proceeded to suck my modest 5-inch cock until I
fed him my cum.  Then he stood ne up, and turned my body
towards the bluff.  He spread my legs with his feet as if he
was frisking me for a weapon.   Then I felt his breath on the
back of my neck, as he shoved his cock deep into my ass.  I
grunted and squealed like a pig as he fucked my ass.  It took a
lot longer for him to cum a second time.  When he stepped
back, I felt a cool rush of air into my asshole.  Liquid was
dripping down the inside of my right leg.  Until I reached back
to wipe my ass, and look at my fingers, I didn't know if it was
cum or blood.  It was defiantly cum.

	He helped me waddle down to waist deep in the ocean
to cool my ass.  We eventually made our way back to the mat.
We rested there until the sun started to go down.  It became
too cold to lounge around naked any more.  I struggle to get
back into my wetsuit, while he pulled out shorts, a USMC
sweatshirt and canvas tennis shoes.  He rolled up the mat, we
lite up a couple of cigarettes before he put the box and
lighter into the bag.  He tied the mat to the bag and slung it
over one shoulder.  He walked me down the beach towards
the Cardiff beach.

	I was carrying my short board under one arm.  He
walked me to an old beat up Toyota pickup that had seen
better days.  I put my board in the back along with some junk.
At least the raggedy old canvas kept my board from being
dinged by the metal bed of the truck.

	He opened the door for me and I got in.  At least the
inside was clean.  As he got in and turned on the ignition he
said, "No one would bother to steel this old pile of shit, but
the drive train and brakes are perfect.  I was impressed with
the power as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed up
the coast highway back to Encinitas.  When I told him where I
lived he announced, "I love closer, would you like to have
dinner with me?"

	I agreed, but had to tell my mother that I was eating
out.  He pulled out a cellphone from his shorts and handed it
to me.  I dialed home and told my mother that I had been
invited to have dinner with a friend, and assure her that he
would bring me home.

	I found it amusing that I had sucked his cock, been
fucked by him and still didn't know his name.  I said, "My
name is Donny!"

	He turned loose of the wheel with his right hand to
shake mine.  "My real name is William Bernard.  I am a retired
Gunnery Sargent as you guessed."

	He stopped along the way to buy us a Mexican dinner
from a Mexican take out café.  True to his statement he did
live in a cheap home on the way to my home.  The place
didn't have much furniture.  The dominant feature was a
leather recliner and large screen TV.  We opted to sit on the
couch and eat our dinner from the coffee table, while
watching the TV.  He turned on the Blue-ray DVD to watch
porn.  I ate my dinner quickly, and complained that it was too
warm to wear a wetsuit.

	Bill told me, "Go ahead and take it off, you might as
well be comfortable!"

	I have no idea where he got those DVD's.  They were
filled with naked old men like him fucking the asses of boys
even younger than me.  I had a boner spring up as soon as the
rubber cleared my crotch.  I sat my naked ass down next to
Bill while watching the sex taking place on the screen.

	Bill took hold of my cock, and started jacking me off,
while feeding himself with the other hand.  Before he was
finished eating he pulled my head down to his lap.  I struggled
to be able to watch the screen while sucking his cock.

	Bent over his hairy thigh had my butt resting on one
hip.  He ran his hid hand down my ribs to my butt.  He slipped
his thick finger between the sweaty crack of my ass.  When
he reached my asshole he stiffed one finger into my ass.  He
finger fucked me for a short time, before sticking a second
finger into my ass.  He eventually added a third finger.  And
finger fucked me until I was about to cum.  At least he
stopped short of that.

	He turned me around and rested my head on the arm
of the couch and had me rest my right heel on the back of the
couch while my left foot was still on the floor.  He leaned over
me and sucked my cock until I squirted cum into his mouth.

	I thought he would want me to finish sucking him off,
but he stuffed a couple of pillows under my butt, and guided
his cock into my swollen asshole.  He fucked me fast, and
sweat was dripping from his face into my eyes until he
squirted cum into my ass.  When he pulled out she straddled
my head and stuffed his cock into my mouth.  I When I
finished cleaning his cock.  We had to get dressed again, so
that he could drive me home.

	It was dark enough that no one could see what we did
in the dark truck.  I squeezed his cock, kissed him, and
promised to visit him soon.  When I got out of the truck, I
hung my board in the garage before going into the house.

	There was no way my parents could smell and cum on
me, because the wetsuit smelled like sweaty rubber.  I
headed directly to the shower and took off the wetsuit under
the shower spray.  I rinsed off the salty water and hung it in
the shower to dry.  I washed my body carefully.  And put on
my pajama bottoms before going to bed.

	I lay there thinking about Williams cock, and pulled
down the pajamas to toying with my own stretched asshole
until I went to sleep.  I knew I wasn't going to be doing a lot
of surfing that winter.  I had to feel that cock in my ass again


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