Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 20:57:56 +0200
From: Cliff Smith <cliff69@webmail.co.za>
Subject: My Young Surfer Part 4

If you are offended by cross generation sex please do not read any
further.

MY YOUNG SURFER
Part 4

I closed the door and went into the kitchen to make another cup of
tea, 'I must try and cut down on all this tea'.  I stood in the
kitchen and wanted to pinch myself, was this really happening.

I sat at the breakfast nook slowly drinking the tea and smoking.  I
decide that I better get something's done around the house.  I washed
up the dishes from breakfast and went up to tidy the bedroom.  I
looked at the bed and collapsed on it for a while, drifting off
slightly when the cell phone rang.

"Hi"
"What you up to, will you be home later?"

It was Len, we have been friends for many years, over the years we
have had a very special physical side to our friendship - he's one of
those guys you enjoy having sex with, but don't want to get involved
with.  I wonder what get rich scheme he's into this time.

"Nothing planned will be here"
"Ok, see you about one".  Over the years I had learnt that could mean
anytime, he may not even turn up.

I went downstairs and decided that I should do some ironing.  Put the
kettle on again and decided I should check to see what was in the
freezer for supper - nothing much.  'Better go off to the shop, maybe
get some meat for a braai (barbeque)'.

The SPAR was at the entrance to the village and its was a beautiful
day, the walk would do me good.  Walking down the road I noticed that
things seemed to be quite, people on holiday had no doubt gone to the
beach, there was also nobody at the pool.

Went into and was checking out the meat trying to decide which of the
meat packs I should take.

"Also going to braai?"  I looked up and its was Marius, he stays a few
houses down the road.  Think he must be in construction, because he
drives a pickup, that is rather fucked up and always seems to have
planks and paint tins on the back.

"Trying to decide, such great weather"
"Ja, it's the easiest in this weather, no hot stoves"

I chose the meat and decided to get some buns and other stuff.  We met
up again at the checkout point, he was in front of me.  He looked back
at me and gave a smile, almost a knowing smile.
"See you, going next door to get some liquid"  He was off to the
bottle store, he gave me the impression of a brandy drinker.

Walked out and decided that I had enough alcohol, it didn't appear
that Andre was big on alcohol.

The bakkie stopped and Marius asked if I wanted a lift, why not I
thought.  We drove down and he stopped outside the house, the pickup
cut out.

"So, are we going to braai tonight?"

Why not I thought, I need to get to know my neighbours.
"Sure, what time?"
"Why don't you come around 5 this afternoon"
I had not intended it to be today, what about Andre, I deal with that
later, I thought.
"Sure, I'll see you then"

I got out and he drove off giving me a wave and a smile.  I went
inside and put the things away.  I continued with the ironing and was
lost in my thoughts of that last 48 hours.  The buzzer went, and the
gateman informed me that a Mr Len was at the entrance gate.  "Yea, let
him through".  I looked at the clock and it was 1 o'clock - that's a
turn up for the books, he sure must want something today.

I opened the front door and he drove up and parked.  I watched him
walk up the path, I had to admire his build, even at 32 he kept
himself in trim.

We came in and went into the kitchen, we embraced and kissed.  Why
does he still have this effect on me?  He just needs to touch me and I
get hard immediately, not that he is far behind.  He taught me how to
kiss, and many other things over the years.  We parted and I poured
him some Coke, without even asking if he wanted.  We sat in the lounge
and he told me the latest scheme, the were always the same - he needed
capital to get the venture going, why he thought I would fall for his
schemes and invest I had never worked out.  He asked if I had heard
anything about the Ex, which I hadn't.  He told me that he heard that
things were not so good, he had had a fling with some other guy.
"What's new.  Don't think he really knows what he wants"
"Would you take him back?"
"Not likely", I answered, "why do you ask?"
"Pieter told me that he told him that he still loves you and that he
had made a mistake by leaving"
"Bit late for that, he left I didn't kick him out"

We chatted about other things, and I got up to pour more Coke, when he
followed me into the kitchen.  I poured the drinks and as usually he
kissed me and we hugged.  He knows how to tease and get me going, I
couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his love life, this was
the one of those rear occasions when he initiated - that meant he was
needing it more than me.  I couldn't complain about what I had had in
the last day.  We kissed and rubbed against each other, my hand slid
down onto his arse, as usually he wasn't wearing any jocks.  We went
upstairs and started to undress, we very seldom spoke when we had sex.
 I lay on the bed and waited for him, he stood and his cock was
standing erect.  I loved sucking him, he always oozed precum.  He also
had a nice mushroom head that pulled back his foreskin when his cock
was erect.

He lay next to me on the bed and we embraced, he kissed me, I always
melted for him.  It was understood that he was the top and I was the
bottom, he always took the lead, not that I lay there like a corpse.
We kissed and he nibbled on my neck, this was one of my spots, that
over the years he had discovered.  He rolled over on top of me kissing
and nibbling on my neck and ears, he moved down my chest and suck each
nipple, something he did not like me to do to him.  He rolled off me
and caressed each other, it was gentle, this was not just sex, but
love making today.  I loved running my hands through his fine chest
hair, and moved down in between his legs and leant down to take his
cock deep into my mouth, I knew with experience that I must not give
it to much attention, because he comes too quickly if he's sucked.  I
moved up and lay on top of him kissing that amazing wet mouth.  He
rolled me over under him and I could feel the stiffness and oozing
precum on my crotch.  He pushed my legs apart with his legs and knelt
between them.  He went down and took my stiff cock into his mouth, it
was always warm and wet, he knew how to suck cock.  He worked me for a
while and then lifted both my legs up to my chest.  He had the most
flexible legs on any guy I have been with.  He spreads his legs so his
arse is flat on the bed, and his cock is in line with my mancunt.  He
tested the door with his thumb, and a smile appeared on his face when
his thumb went in easily, he knew that I had had a good fuck in the
last day if I opened up so easily.  He preferred to fuck without lube.
 He pulled me towards his cock and he slid all the way in without any
resistance.  I groaned in satisfaction because he knew exactly where
my prostate was, his cock hit the target, he pulled out slightly and
pushed in again hit the bull's-eye once again.  I rapped my legs
around his back and pulled myself up and sat on him, placing my arms
around his neck, he slid his hands under my cheeks and lifted me and I
slid up and lowered myself onto his shaft.  'Why was it always so good
with him?'
He moved his hands behind him and lifted himself up so he could
straighten his legs, and I could sit on him and control the pace.  He
grabbed some lube from the tube lying there and put some on my half
hard cock - I usually go soft when I'm penetrated.  In no time I was
hard again and bouncing up and down on his cock.  He closed his eyes
and I could see the ecstasy he was enjoying.  He worked my cock with
the rhythm that I was bouncing on his cock.  It didn't take me long to
shoot my load over his chest, he is one of few guys that can get me
off when they fuck me, not even the Ex could get that right.  My arse
was tight now and clenched his cock deep inside me, he was taking his
time today to shoot his load, he always seem to have twice as much cum
as other guys.  It didn't take long when he started to groan and held
my hips down on his cock, while he erupted his man juice into me.  I
leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips.  I got off and went
to the bathroom to get a towel to clean him off.  We lay there for a
while and enjoyed a smoke once he had got his breath back.

"So, who has been visiting?'
"What you mean?" I asked trying to sound convincing.
"Don't believe you use a dildo, you've had a fuck already today"
"Don't know what you talking about"
"That's your story and I suppose you sticking to it"

"Do you wanna take a shower?" I asked.
"Yes, before I go home, Leon is such a cow these days"  So there were
problems at home.  Why he always gets involved with these young
queens, only he will know.  Listen who's talking I thought, well at
least Andre is not a queen.

We went to shower and I washed him and started to play with his cock
again, to my surprise he got hard again - he couldn't have had a fuck
for sometime, he has never got hard so quickly after a fuck before.
He took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face the wall and
pushed my shoulders with one had and pulled my hips towards him with
the other.  Without another word he was penetrating me in one swift
move: "So who's been fucking this arse?"  I didn't answer.  He pulled
out and rammed his cock back in hard, by this stage my man pussy was
wide open and his aggressiveness meant nothing to my pussy.  "Are you
going to tell me, or must I fuck it out of you?"
"Ok, it's a young guy"
"What are you now into boys?"
He stopped the fucking and held me turning my head towards him, "How
old is he?"
"16"
"What, he must have a big cock, the way you are so open, or has he
fucked you the whole night"
I started laughing, Len had never spoken this way before.
"You shit" pulling his now half limp cock out.
He held me against the shower wall, " no wonder you don't want C back,
you've no doubt had more sex in one day that what you got out of C in
a month.  How long has this been going on"
I told him briefly the story while we dried ourselves off and got
dressed.
"So when do I meet the boy" he asked
"Don't know, depends on how long it lasts.

We went downstairs and finished off the Coke before he decided it was
time to go.  We kissed and hugged as I let him out the door.

As we walked down the path there he was.  Andre was walking towards us
with his wetsuit top folded down bearing his smooth chest.  'Oh shit'
I thought.
"Let me introduce you"
"Len, Andre"
"Andre, Len" there was no smile only a deadpan look.  'How do I
explain this if he asks any questions'.
"Will see you again" Len said as he got into his car.  He started and
reversed out the driveway.
Andre was already walking up the pathway to the front door.
I waved goodbye and Len drove off.

Andre waited at the door and let me go in first.  I had taken two
steps inside when the door slammed, my wrist was grabbed and he pulled
me around towards him.  "Who the fuck was that?" he yelled.  His eyes
were narrow and anger written all over his face.

I decide not to answer and just looked at him.
"I bet his cum is still warm in your arse.  Did he fuck you good and
hard?  You're a slut, I can't even leave you for a few hours and some
other butch number is fucking you"

I tried to move my arm, but he was holding my wrist tightly.  'Don't
struggle, just relax, he'll calm down' I thought.

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