SURFER
                               by 976-SMUT

Ever since my father threw me out of the house, I have been
wandering around with no purpose at all.  I'm not quite sure how
I ended up at the beach, but I did.  I have been here for a few
day, sleeping once on a boardwalk bench until a cop hassled me
and I left.  Lately I have been sleeping under the arcade
pavilion, a long pier entending out into the ocean.  Over top of
me is the noisy pavilion.  I have been up there a few times this
week, looking at all of the people riding the ferris wheel and
the mini roller coaster.  It is fun, but my money is mostly gone
and I have to conserve, not waste it on rides.  

I guess that I ended up here to be near kids my own age.  Back in
my home town of Springdale there are very few kids my age, and
even fewer people I would call a friend.  When Dad threw me out,
I decided that I needed to leave town, and did.  We just don't
get along.  Never have.  Being 16 is the pits!  

Tonight, the surf really picked up quickly.  The hurricane down
the coast is really playing hell with the weather, so I am back
under the boards keeping dry and glad that I have a warm steak
and cheese sub to fill me up.  This may be my last meal for a
while.  I'm down to about $10 and don't know how I will make it
after this, or where I'll go.  Since the season is over the end
of the week, no one would hire me; besides I'm too young to work
most places on the boardwalk.  

I've been keeping a diary but don't know why.  I guess that I
just have to keep from getting too bored.  The lightning is
picking up and most everyone has left the boardwalk now.  The
lights are being turned off, even the spotlights that shine on
the beach.  It is also getting chilly, so I put on my windbreaker
and wrapped the green army blanket around me.  I bought it in an
Army Navy Surplus store and the price was reasonable.  

I froze for a minute when I heard a noise around the corner from
where I am sitting.  I am sure that the cops wouldn't come under
here looking for runaways in this weather.  It must be someone
who has run out of the pouring rain that started a few minutes
ago.  Carefully I looked around the corner and saw the silhouette
of a man about 50 yards from me.  He was lying down on something.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to someone or not, but decided
that I was bored enough to see who was over there.  As I walked
in his general direction I could hear him moaning.  Dare I get
any closer?  

I kept watching him and soon began to see what he was doing.  He
appeared to be in a wetsuit, lying on a surfboard.  He also
appeared to be in pain.  I slowly walked a little closer and saw
that he was indeed a surfer.  I walked past him and glanced back.
The right leg of his light blue wetsuit was jaggedly ripped and
there were some bloodstains around the gash.  He had long
shoulder-length blond hair and was cleanshaven.  I spoke.  "Are
you alright?", I asked.  All I got in return was another moan.  I
walked closer.  This guy didn't seem a threat to me and maybe I
could help him.  

As I got down on my knees near him I noticed a large bump and
bruise on his forehead.  He was in pretty bad shape.  I asked him
again "Are you OK?".  He mumbled something which I couldn't quite
understand.  I touched his shoulder and said again "Hey buddy,
what happened to you?".  When I touched him, he rolled over
somewhat and mumbled "Help me".  I wasn't sure just what to do.
I am no medical doctor, but I could see that this guy needed
help.  "Let me see how badly you're hurt" I said as I ran my hand
over the wetsuit leg.  He started moving and moaning again and I
could tell that his leg was in pretty bad shape.  "Home" he
mumbled.  

I didn't want to get involved, but by now I guess that I HAD to
do something.  He wasn't going to be able to move on his own, and
I didn't want to call a cop because he might ask questions that
would expose me as a runaway and send me home.  I helped him to
his feet and slowly made our way to the side of the pavilion
where the steps to the boardwalk were.  I figured that if I could
at least get him up onto the boardwalk, someone else could get
him help.  It took about 10 minutes to get up there and found
that all of the shops were closed and there was no one in sight!
I thought "Now what?" 

Suddenly the surfer raised his hand feebly pointed down the cross
street.  "Block and a half" it sounded like he said.  As we
slowly walked down the street, he was still favoring his other
leg; hobbling is more like it.  As we passed a row of houses on
the left he mumbled "here".  I kind of drug him up the 3 steps
and knocked on the door.  "Inside" he murmured, so I tried the
door and it was unlocked.  I was finally able to get him into the
livingroom and he collapsed onto the couch.  I hollered for help,
but no one answered.  I looked at the guy to ask him who I should
call, but there was no answer.  I went over to the kitchen where
I saw a phone and $30 dollars on the counter.  He is pretty
trusting to leave that money out like that.  

I saw a few envelopes on the counter with the same address on it,
and I determined that his name was Sandy.  That must be a
knickname because I had never heard of anyone being named Sandy
before.  I picked up the phone, not quite knowing who to call.
There was a sticker on the phone that said "IN EMERGENCY DIAL
911"!  Well, I guess that this was an emergency because Sandy had
passed out and looked even worse than when I first found him.  I
dialed 911.  

It only took a few minutes for the ambulance to show up and they
took Sandy to the hospital.  I didn't want to go because someone
was surely to ask questions that I didn't want to answer.  I was
about ready to leave when I heard a scratching at the back door.
I opened it and in came a retreiver, all wet and looking quite
miserable.  The dog shook the rainwater all over the kitchen,
then went towards the refrigerator and started putting his nose
to the door.  I fed him and he then walked into what looked like
the bedroom.  I followed him and saw that it must be Sandy's
room.  

There were posters all over the walls.  Cute surfers at that!
Those guys in the wetsuits really turned me on.  Now I guess you
know why my Dad kicked me out of the house!  I started shivering
because in all of the commotion I had forgotten that I too was
soaking wet from the storm.  Since there was no one else here I
decided to get into the bathtub and at least get clean and warm.
I HAD done Sandy a good turn and I didn't think that he would
mind me getting a little more comfortable.  It sure beat lying
under the boardwalk, besides, it felt really great being here
where Sandy lived.  I was getting goosebumps!  

After a hot bath I put on a towel and went looking for the drier
to dry my clothes.  I didn't find one.  I guess I could have used
the hair drier, but just hung my jeans up in the bathroom and
went back to the bedroom.  I laid down on the bed and started
playing with the dog.  He didn't seem to mind that I wasn't
Sandy.  I love dogs, especially ones that don't bite!  

I must have fallen asleep because when I next looked out of the
window it was getting light.  My pants and shirt were still damp
so I looked in the closet and found a pair of jeans and a shirt
that fit and put them on.  I started getting a hardon.  I guess
the thought of wearing someone elses clothes was a turnon for me!
I got one of his jackets and put it on too.  The rain had stopped
but it was still pretty cool outside.  

I walked down to the beach and gathered up my stuff and then
walked over and got Sandy's surfboard.  It was an armfull but I
managed to get them all back to his place in one trip.  It was
about 7am when I got back and his phone was ringing.  I didn't
know if I should answer it but decided to, in case it was someone
who should know that he was in the hospital.  

"Hello" I said.  "Errr, Hello" was the response.  "Who is this"
the voice said.  "Ahhh" I stammered.  How could I explain this
whole thing.  "I'm, I guess, a friend of Sandy.  Who is this?" I
asked.  "This is his brother Jay calling from Washington State.
Are you the one who called for the ambulance?" Now how did he
know, I thought.  "Yeah I did.  He was hurt really bad".  It
turns out that Sandy had been unconcious when they got him to the
hospital.  One of the workers there recognized him and pulled a
previous medical history up and called his next of kin, his
brother.  They told Jay that some guy at Sandys house had called
for the ambulance.  Jay didn't know who that could have been but
wanted to find out.  I told him the whole story.  Jay said "Hey,
Sandy wasn't sure who had helped him, but he really wants to
thank you.  They are going to keep him under observation for a
few days and then turn him loose." He asked me who was watching
"Rover" and I said I had fed him.  I wasn't sure if "Rover" was
his real name, but it would be funny if it was.  

Jay asked me where I was staying in town and I said that I was
just hanging around.  He told me I was most welcome to stay there
if I would feed the dog for Sandy.  I agreed.  I now had the
house all to myself and a warm dry place to stay.  

I am naturally nosey, so I was right at home in someone elses
house.  Besides, I had permission to be there!  I found a number
of Surfer magazines in the bedroom and would look through them
for hours at a time.  I hate to admit it, but I kept looking to
see what each guys crotch looked like and was hard most of the
time I was looking at the magazines.  Sandy didn't have a TV so
there was not much else to do.  I played with the dog quite a
while also and the time flew by.  A few days had passed and I was
looking at the magazines when I heard the front door open.  It
was Sandy.  He was walking pretty well, but seemed a little
dazed.  Now I was quite shy and I didn't know what to say.  

"Are you the guy who brought me home?" he asked.  I said "Yes,
I'm Mike.  You were really banged up and moaning for help." He
sat on the sofa and told me what happened.  He had been surfing
and a big wave had pushed him into the pier.  He was able to
crawl under the pier when it started raining and he didn't have
the strength to move any further.  He stayed there a hour or so
until I came over and helped.  He thanked me many times that
night.  I was embarrased.  He made it sound as though I had saved
his life!  I didn't really, but it was nice to hear.  

He told me that he was on medication and would appreciate it if I
would stay here for a while, as long as I wanted.  I guess that
he was lonely or shakey from the whole ordeal and wanted someone
to talk to.  I agreed.  I didn't really tell him I was a runaway
but he may have guessed it.  I helped him to his bedroom and he
said "I see you have been looking at the surfers".  I felt a
twinge in my spine.  Did he know I was gay?  I then realized that
the magazine was called "Surfers" thus his comment.  

I had to help him onto the bed and was about ready to leave him
alone when he asked me to help him.  I undid his sneakers and
took off his socks.  As I was doing that, he started taking off
his shirt.  What a muscular chest he had!  It had ripples of
muscles and a tight stomach!  "Where did you get the clothes?" I
asked him.  He told me an orderly had to cut off the wetsuit and
they bought him the clothes so he could get home.  They just
added the cost to his bill.  I went to the bureau and found him a
pair of pajamas and put them on the bed for him to change into.
He said he needed to stay in bed for a while.  

He asked for some water for his pills, and I was glad to go get
it.  I starting to get hard just looking at his bod and I didn't
want him to see me that way.  I stayed in the kitchen for a few
minutes, then came back.  

Sandy was lying on the bed with his jeans open, pulled partly
down his legs.  He didn't have any underwear on!  His dick was
just sitting there in plain view for me to see.  "I can't get the
pants down because I can't bend my leg much." It was nearly
impossible to get his pants down without the bandages getting
rubbed.  His dick was getting a little hard.  I guess it was from
having someone see him naked.  I also was getting hard and was
having trouble not looking at him while undressing him.  Luckily
his pants I had borrowed were a little large on me and they hid
my "boner" somewhat.  I was finally able to get his pajama
bottoms on him before he got too hard.  

"Sorry for the strip show" he said.  "I really appreciate your
help.  I could have died under the boardwalk if you hadn't come
along".  I said "No problem.  I was glad to help".  I gave him
the water and he took 2 pills.  "I'm going to be asleep for quite
a while I guess.  These pain killers they gave me really knock me
out".  I told him that I would look in on him later and that he
should get plenty of sleep.  

I took the dog outside and then played with him for a while in
the livingroom.  I dozed off some on the couch and woke up about
an hour.  I looked in on Sandy and saw that he was fast asleep
and had a very big hardon!  It was sticking out of his pajamas
like the mast of a ship!  It was incredible!  So smooth and well
proportioned.  When I was taking his pants off earlier, I had
noticed that his pubic hair was all blond and a real turnon for
me.  Just a few days ago I was sleeping under the boardwalk and
now I was playing nursemaid for a stud!  I loved every minute of
it.  As I kept watching Sandy's dick I began to notice that it
was pulsating somewhat.  All of a sudden I saw sperm coming out
of the tip of it and dripping down the shaft!  I thought I was
dreaming and blinked a few times to ensure that I was really
seeing what I thought I was.  

Sandy never moved.  I silently went out of the room and came back
in making some noise.  "Sandy, are you awake?" I asked.  He
didn't answer.  I came closer and touched his arm.  He didn't
move.  He was really out of it it seemed.  I went to the bathroom
and got an old washcloth dampened it with warm water and came
back in the bedroom.  I slowly touched it to his dick and he
didn't move, so I lightly wiped the cum off of his dick.  Some of
it got on my hand but I didn't use the cloth on that.  I took the
washcloth back to the bathroom to rinse it out.  

I looked carefully at my hand.  There was some sperm on it.  I
looked at it closely.  I had never seem someone elses sperm
before and my dick got rock hard.  I closed the bathroom door and
locked it.  I pulled down my jeans, took my dick out and wiped
the washcloth all over it.  I also wiped his sperm from my hand
on my dick.  It only took a minute for me to ejaculate gobs of
cum on the washcloth.  My sperm mingled with his and became a
gooey mess.  I rinsed out the cloth and wiped myself off.  My
heart was pounding a mile a minute, but I was in ecstasy!  

The next afternoon Sandy again was zonked out from the pain
killers.  When I came into the room to check on him, his dick was
sticking out of his pajamas again and I decided that I had waited
long enough.  Now was my chance!  I tried waking him, to no
avail.  I slowly touched his long dick and watched for him to
move, which he didn't.  After lightly beating him off for a
minute, I carefully placed my mouth over his rock hard dick and
started to suck.  My mouth went up and down ever so carefully,
sucking in on him as I moved my head up.  Up and down I went
until his cock started to pulsate and in a second more, he shot
gobs of cum into my eager mouth.  I swallowed all of it and dried
his dick off.  How I wish that I could chance putting my dick in
his mouth, but I was too afraid.  

That afternoon I had to help Sandy into the bathroom again to
piss.  This time, as I held him steady at the toilet to piss, I
didn't have to sneak a glance at his dick like before, because I
already knew what it looked like!  As we were heading back to the
bed Sandy said "I sure am sorry that you have to play nursemaid
to me, but I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!".  I told him that I was glad
to help.  In explaining my situation to him, I stopped when I
told him that my father and I didn't agree on things and that he
threw me out of the house.  I didn't tell Sandy that it was a
fight over my lifestyle.  Sandy told me that he lived alone as it
was just his brother and he left after his parents died.  His
brother was a lawyer and couldn't get off his current case to
come down and help Sandy get through this.  I was more than glad
to help, but wasn't sure how long I could take advantage of
Sandys body while he was under the pain killers and oblivious to
what was happening.  

We talked alot about surfing and I told him that I really wanted
to learn to surf and Sandy said that when he got better he would
teach me.  That sounded as though he expected me to still be in
town.  Maybe he really meant that I could stay here for a while
longer.  Sandy begun calling me "Dude" (although it sounded more
like Doooodddd) and said that I would become a real Surf Dooooddd
before I knew it.  

A few days later while we were talking, he asked me to go to his
closet and pull down the yellow wetsuit.  I brought it over and
laid it on the bed.  "Try it on" he said.  I was dumbfounded!  It
seems that this was his first suit and he had outgrown it.  I
picked it up and started towards the bathroom to change.  "Hey
Dude, just put it on.  No modesty amongst Surf Buddies.  We see
each other all the time" meaning I guess that they shower and
change together.  My heart was pounding as I slowly undressed to
put it on.  "You have to lose the underwear too, the wetsuit is
like a second skin.  It keeps you warm because it touches the
skin.  I had a difficult time getting the thing on and keeping my
back to him so my hardon wouln't show.  I needn't have botherd.
When I got the suit on fully, my dick looked like a log under the
fabric.  It was obvious that I had a hardon!  

"Yup, same thing happened to me the first few times I put 'er on"
he said.  "I was hard for about a week." The suit felt really
great next to my skin.  It excentuated my muscles (yes, even that
one) and made me look real studly and smooth.  "Let's see how it
fits.  Come over here Dude".  I walked over and Sandy started
pulling slightly on the fabric and letting go to see how far it
would stretch.  He also started running his hand over the outside
of arms and the chest.  My heart was pounding a mile a minute and
I thought that I would faint.  Suddenly his hand was brushing
over my crotch and I didn't know what to do.  I wanted to turn
away but the feeling was sensational!  "Yup, just tight enough in
the right places" he said.  "You had better take that thing off
now before you have an accident in it!" I started to turn around
again and he said "Hey, how can I watch if you turn away?" I was
shocked.  Was he saying what I thought he was saying?  Could he
be gay?  Sandy then said "It's not like you haven't seen ME naked
Dude..." 

He told me that although the pain pills had knocked him out the
first couple of days, his body got used to them and he was awake
most of the times that I had been jerking him off and sucking
him!  As I pulled the wetsuit off I slowly moved towards him and
he reached his hands out for me.  Lightly caressing my almost
hairless chest, he let me get onto the bed with him.  I had to be
careful not to hit his leg, but we were able to find a good
position for sex.  He slowly reached for my hard dick and lightly
ran his fingers along the smooth shaft.  He grasped my dick with
his hand and slowly started to pull the skin up and down.  I
could feel the cum starting to make its way and told him.  He
reached up and took off his t-shirt.  "Cum on my chest" he told
me in a whisper.  As I got on my knees and aimed for his chest,
he started jerking me off again.  Back and forth went his hand,
faster and faster, until I spurted pearly-white cum all over his
chest.  It felt as though I had cum a cupfull by the time I was
done.  

Sandy pulled out his dick and I started to run my fingers over it
ever so lightly.  As I started getting into the feeling of
another mans dick, I moved my hand faster and faster.  He finally
came but not as much as I had.  I guess that I just needed to cum
more, trying to make up for all of those years alone!  

Over the next few days he taught me how to take a dick up the
ass.  It hurt at first but then felt as though it belonged there.
Beacuse he was still hurt, I wasn't able to ram my dick into his
ass, but he promised that I could when he got better.  

Over the next few days, Sandy allowed me to inspect his dick up
close.  Although it was quite smooth, I also noticed tiny little
blond hairs sprouting around the long shaft.  He was "cut" and I
wasn't.  That made my dick seem longer than it actually was, but
Sandy seemed to get really turned on by my dick.  Sometimes I
would jerk off in front of him while he lay on the bed.  I could
see a small glistening drop of cum appear at the tip of his
swollen rod.  Once he let me touch my finger to that drop and put
that sweet liquid to my mouth.  Ecstacy!  

As the days progressed, I began to feel more at home with Sandy
than I had with my parents.  I guess Sandy and I just understood
each other!