Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 03:54:44 +0000
From: Toby Simon <add1das4b0yspunk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Why cant I surf?

Oh the return of summer and those long golden days lounging
at the beach working on my melanoma. Winter has been long
and dismal and I have spent too much of it cooped up at
the office. So with the days becoming longer and brighter
I have decided it is time for a break and head to one of
my favourite childhood beaches.

The draw of deeply tanned surfy boys with their salt
bleached hair mounting their boards and riding the waves.
The stuff of wet dreams, and I've had plenty of those as
a horny teenage boy. I just never scored -- I was a nerdy
kid who couldn't surf. Why did I keep going back? Have
things changed? Well, I have been working out at the gym,
I've filled out and developed muscles of the ilk that I
used to lust over. I have a good job and apartment. I'm
desirable now aren't I?

Don't know, but here I am stretched out on my towel
watching a solitary surfer turn and twist in the tubes.
Well, here goes, I'm not going to get to talk to him from
up here. I charge down the beach feeling my balls and dick
flop about inside my baggies and hit the water full tilt.
Fuck!! My jewels instantly tighten and shrink as the cold
water envelopes them. Diving through the breakers I watch
him sitting astride his board scanning the waves, his back
to me. The Vee of his back and the curves of his hips stand
out black rubber against a blue sky. I gulp down a lungful
of air and plunge under to swim below his board and turn
to face him as I pop up through the surface a few feet
from him.

"Hi."

My God! Perfection sat bobbing and smiling at me. Rows of
pearly whites framed by blond locks and all wrapped in
rubber.

"Hey."

He started turning his board around and I checked over my
shoulder to see a breaker beginning to crest. I kick and
strike out hoping to body surf in on the same wave. Timing
it perfectly I feel it lift and begin to push me beach-ward
when something sharp suddenly strikes me on my shoulder.
I scream and the breaker sucks me in and pushes me down
hard on the sand. Christ! I haven't lost it like this in
years. Arms, legs tumble rag-doll like around me. The
scream empties my lungs and I want to breathe but the
bubbles in front of me don't look life sustaining.

"Hey, let me help you to shore."

I feel a strong wet-suited arm wrap around my chest lifting
me up as I gasp for air and before I can reply I can feel
myself being dragged shoreward.

"My parent's house is just up there, I can patch you up."
His voice is strong and sure. I stumble up the beach still
coughing from the salt water I had inhaled and my mind
fights a pitched battle. Play it weak and he'll keep his
arm wrapped around you; play it strong you're a man! He
picks up his board from the shallows, "Don't forget your
stuff." He points and we move to gather my towel and bag.

His parent's beach house is modest, spartanly furnished.
They must have bought it before the place became over-
priced. He dropped his surfboard out on the lawn and led
the way through the lounge to the bathroom -- "First aid
kit's through here." We come to a stop and for the first
time I think to have a look, I twist and try and look over
my shoulder. His hands grab me firmly by my shoulders and
twists me round, "Here, use the mirror. You'll be able to
see it better. It's not as bad as I feared but I think
I'll put some iodine on it."

I stiffen and suppress any noises as he dabs the iodine on
my shoulder. "There, you'll live to fight another day," he
burbles as he pats my bum (!) and puts the bottle of iodine
back in the cabinet. "Want a drink?"

We head through to the kitchen where he fishes some cans of
coke out of the fridge. He takes a long draw, "Can you help
me out of my suit?" He turns round and as I reach for and
slowly lower the zip I admire his tight buns, their curves
enhanced by the rubber of the wet suit. He turns back to
face me, "Peel me."

I lick my lips and my dick pulses and lengthens in the
freedom of my baggies. It's not Christmas time but I'm
not one to turn down unwrapping a present like this, even
if I don't get to play with the toy later. I reach around
his neck to grab the open flaps of the suit when his arms
reach up and pull me in. Our lips meet and I taste the salt
of his tongue. His hands move down my back and cup my
cheeks as our groins mash against each other.

We part, I step back and start to peel him. His skin is
only lightly tanned but his pecs and delts are nicely
defined and his nipples are perkily erect, I lean in and
lick one as I start to bend as his suit rolls down his
body. A near perfect six pack reveals itself and I watch
his treasure trail snaking up from the suit. Does he wear
baggies, boxers, or speedos under his suit?

I'm crouching now to pull the last of his suit down, eyes
at groin level, anticipation tenting my baggies. A long
curved dick and heavy set of balls spring free and I gasp!
I stop and lean in to suck his dick into my mouth savouring
the feel of it sliding through my lips. It engorges and
pushes itself further into my throat as I nestle at
his pubes.

He starts lifting his leg up trying to free himself from
the last of his suit dislodging his dick from my mouth.
I sit back on my haunches and smile as he struggles to
pull himself free and then he launches himself at me.
Pushing me down against the wooden floor he wrestles my
baggies off my hips and latches his lips onto my rampant
pole and hungrily slurps it in, plunging up and down.
I moan. His golden locks tickle my thighs and balls
and I squirm making him suck me into him harder.

He grabs my hand and starts leading me toward one of the
bedrooms where he flops down onto the bed. I fall onto
him and we lock lips again, our tongues thrusting hungrily
into each other. Our dicks and tongues duel as his hands
massage and squeeze my buns. He rolls me over and descends
once more onto my hard steel. His lips alternate between
gentle nips and hard sucking and I can feel my pre-cum
leaking. I start to swing my body south and he gets the
idea, climbing over me his dick swings into place and I
clamp down on it. I rub my hands up and down his thighs,
over his bum and start exploring the cleft between. He
moans and moves his legs further apart as my finger
circles his spincter.

"I want you to fuck me."

He reaches over to the nightstand, opens a packet and rolls
the condom down my shaft and then slathers it in lube. Just
as quickly he swings himself around and squats down onto me.
I swear his hole sucks me in and with barely a pause he has
impaled himself fully and is starting to bounce up and down.
Droplets of salt water fly free from his hair and shower me.
I start to thrust back and he grunts his approval.

Then suddenly he is off me and lying on his back, his legs
in the air. I position myself and push in and set the pace,
thrusting hard, my pelvis bashing up hard against his glutes.
I lean in and kiss him passionately, my dream come true. His
hand pulls at his dick and then I feel his sphincter
clamping down on me as he shoots over his abs and chest
and I too fall over the abyss. My cum fills the condom
inside him and we sigh and snuggle.

"How'd you know?"

"You've been coming to the same spot at the same time for
three days now and you haven't taken your eyes off me til
I get back inside the house. I'm a little slow, but I
worked it out in the end -- hey, didn't mean to hurt you
though."

"Yeh, well. I think catching the wave right beside you was
a bit stupid, but it got me what I wanted."