Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2008 17:35:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Surfer - Chapter 2

I came out of my daze as Paul pulled into a driveway of a house.  He told
me to get out and follow him.  My dick was pointing the way for me.  He
squeezed it again; I moaned and he laughed.

At the front door, he rang the bell and I cringed.  This wasn't his house?

The door opened and I could see a crowd of young people in the house.  Paul
pushed me in and said, "The entertainment is here!"  Oh fuck!  I thought I
was going to have a heart attack!

I rushed to cover my boner with my hands, but many of the people had
already seen it.  Then Paul said, "Don't cover yourself!"

My heart was racing as I removed my hands from my crotch.  The shouts,
jeers and pointing increased.  I felt his hand in the small of my back and
he pushed me through the crowd.  Girls were laughing behind their hands and
pointing.  When I walked by people, I felt hands all over my body.

I was so on edge; I thought I would shoot at any moment.  It all became a
blur until we got to the far side of the room.  There was a set of stairs
leading up to a wooden stage.

Somehow, Paul got everyone's attention and the music and noise died down.
"Hello everyone!" he said, in an imitation of the old Hello Vietnam by
Robin Williams.  There was laughter.

"I have brought along the entertainment I promised. This here is bossman.
The pervert that has been watching me change every day."  There were hisses
and boos from the audience.  I stood facing the audience with Paul's hand
in the small of my back.

"First thing bossman is going to do for us, is give us a little dance."  He
leaned into me and whispered, "And you better make it good or you'll be up
there all night."

"So, DJ, how about a little bump and grind music?"  He turned me around and
pushed me up on the stairs to the stage.  My feet were now at head height
over everyone else.  Everyone now had a clear view of me totally naked and
hard.  I blushed deep red, which garnered another round of jeers and
laughter.

I am not a dancer, nor do I know anything about dancing.  I was always a
spaz at dancing, so I had quit trying after a while.  The music started
with a heavy drum beat.

I looked at Paul, pleading with my eyes.  He only smiled and shook his
hips, indicating I should get with it.  I tried to sway my hips, and this
was met with uproarious laughter.  My dick was swaying lewdly in front of
me.  I blushed again, but realized that was what I had to use.

So as much as I hated doing it, I started gyrating my hips in a roughly
circular fucking motion.  I circled in and circled out of an imaginary
hole.  I put my hands first on my ass, as if I was guiding it.  Then I
switched and put them behind my neck.

I tried to think sexy, but knew I was making myself more of an ass.  I just
wanted it to get over with, so I could get out of there.  That's when I
noticed the flashes going off!  They were taking pictures of me!  Oh fuck!
My heart started pounding again.  Those couldn't get out to anyone that
knew me!  I really would be fucked!

After what seemed like an eternity, the music stopped.  Paul came over and
handed me something.  I looked at it.  It was a little dick.  By little I
mean about 5 inches long and about an inch in diameter.

"Here bossman, the women want to see what you look like with this up your
ass.  So get on your hands and knees and stick it in your ass.  I have it
all lubed up for you!"  There was another big cheer from the crowd.

Could the humiliation get any worse?  I took the thing from him.  Indeed
there was something wet and oily-looking on it.

I closed my eyes as I got down on my hands and knees and, then using one
hand to balance myself with, I brought the other one back to bring the
thing to my hole.

I was so nervous and upset my hand was shaking, and I couldn't line up with
my hole.  "Get it in!," came the chant.  I squeezed my eyes shut, found the
spot and pushed it in quickly.

There was a cheer from the crowd.  I thought that was it; I would be
released now.  I had reached the maximum humiliation; he had to let me go.

"Fuck yourself with it!" came the scream.  My eyes flew open and I looked
at Paul, again pleading with my eyes.

"Do what the lady asks," he said.

I closed my eyes again and reached back to pull out the thing and then push
it back in.  Someplace along there something flashed like a bolt of
lightening from my hole to my dick, and my cock oozed.  I turned my head
away from the crowd, so they would not see how embarrassed I was.

I did this several times, then Paul said, "I think you need a bigger one."
I opened my eyes to see he had a larger dick in his hand.  It was about 6
or 7 inches long, with a more pronounced head, and thicker.

He grinned as I pulled one from my ass and exchanged it with the other.
This one was not as easy going in.  I felt a real jolt of pain as it
breached my hole.  I had to hold it there and breathe in and out until the
pain passed.

"Fuck yourself!" came the chant, louder this time.

I put my head down on my hand that braced me, and with the other began to
work the thing in and out of my ass.  This time the shock was greater when
it hit that spot in my ass and I moaned.  I bit my lip then to keep from
doing that again.  As it was, those close to the stage heard it and
laughed, "He likes it!"

"Here let me do that!" and I heard steps on the stairs.  A woman took the
thing from me and shoved it in all the way.  I gasped, to the laughter of
the crowd.

She did that several more times.  I was now being fucked by a woman in
front of all these people!  My life was over.  Someplace along the line,
Paul must have handed her a bigger one, because after one withdrawal, the
next was again painful, and made me cry out as she pushed it all the way
in.

"Please!" I said through clenched teeth.  "Hold still a moment!"

She laughed an evil laugh and didn't wait at all.  She pulled it all the
way out and pushed it in with great force.  My eyes were squeezed tightly
closed and I knew that I had softened up with the pain.

But as she continued to work on my ass and I got used to it, the large head
kept rubbing that spot and it began to drive me crazy.  I bit my lip to
keep from begging for more.

I looked back between my legs and I saw that I was dripping profusely now,
and knew that soon I would be blasting all over the place.

"Okay, that's enough," Paul said, and I felt both relief and deprived.  I
was so close to cumming, I wanted to cum.  I needed to cum!  I groaned as
it was removed.

Paul must have heard me because he said, "I guess he likes it.  Leave it
in."  The woman pushed it in hard.

"Now, stand up bossman and show these fine people how much you enjoyed
that!"  I didn't know what he meant.

It took a bit to get to my feet, and I staggered a little as I felt that
shaft in my ass; so strange, yet so filling, so alive, so I don't know, but
my mind was fucking blown.

I stood up and tried to keep my balance.  I tried to focus on Paul.  He was
smiling and said, "Jerk off for them!"

I wanted to cum!  I took my dick in hand and began stroking.  I heard
shouts again, and laughter and "bloody wanker!" from some Brit in the
crowd.  "Go for it!"  and "Pound that meat!"

It all came rushing up then and overwhelmed me.  I tensed all over and
began to shoot and shoot and shoot!  There was applause and laughter and
hissing and more.  I couldn't hear it all - my blood was pounding in my
ears as I gripped my shaft tightly and fisted it, getting out every drop!

I dropped to my knees then, exhausted.  Paul walked over and stuck his
fingers in my mouth.  I sucked them and realized that it must be my spunk
on them, and thought for a moment I would vomit right there.

But I heard him saying, "Okay, that's the show."  He was up on the stage
and helping me down.  I leaned on him as he led me away from the stage.  I
was sweating, but I still felt hands running all over my body as we worked
through the crowd.  I found it difficult to walk with the thing in my ass,
but gripped it tightly.  I didn't want it dropping out as I walked.

He led me into a dark bedroom.  "You've done well, so far, bossman."  It
took a bit for the `so far' to register on my mind.

It was so dark in the room, I couldn't make out anything.  I felt him lead
me to a bed and push me back on it.  "Take that thing out," he said.  I
reached down and got it out.  Then I held it up and it was taken away from
me.

"Now, something you have been wanting."  I felt, rather than saw, a dick
brush against my mouth.  I eagerly opened my mouth and began to work on the
head of the cock.  My first cock ever!  It grew rapidly, and I enjoyed the
tastes and smells.

After a while, working on the dick and beginning to lick up and down the
shaft, I heard, "You are right; he is a good cocksucker."  It wasn't Paul's
voice!  It was someone else!  Fuck!

I heard laughter, and then, "Yeah, I thought he would be, and he was so
eager!"  The guy whose dick I was sucking grabbed my hair then, and began
to fuck my face, harder and deeper.  At times I would gag on his cock, and
he would laugh.

Then he pushed my head back until it was on the bed and he began to fuck my
face in earnest.  "Have a good time, bossman!  I'll be back."  I heard the
door open and saw light then.  He had left the door open!  Anyone walking
by would be able to see what I was doing!

Soon the guy was blasting hot spunk down my throat and I was getting my
first taste of cum.  Well, I guess my second, because Paul had put some of
mine in my mouth.  I fought to swallow it all.  Somehow I knew I would be
punished if I let any leak out.

He pulled on his dick and wiped it across my face.  He laughed and said,
"Nice cocksucker!"

I felt him moving off of the bed and heard him say, "He's all yours!  I
felt motion on the bed, and my legs were lifted up, and then I was rolled
onto my stomach.  The knob of a dickhead was pressed against my hole and,
without any warning; it was forced inside and down to the hilt.  I gasped.

I felt and heard breathing next to my ear.  "I always wanted to see what it
would be like to fuck a guy!" and he began to ride my ass.  Before he
finished, he had me get up on all fours and he began to hump me like a
rabbit.  I was gasping when I felt a dick pushed into my mouth.

"Go for it cocksucker," a voice said.  I tasted my second cock and tried to
work on it as well, but soon it was forcing its way down my throat, and I
was gagging again; my nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair.

I heard laughter and saw a flash of light!  Fuck!  They were taking
pictures!  And my greatest shame seem to be if I thought it was women
seeing me treated this way.  I knew I was hard.  It was going to look like
I was enjoying this.

I felt tears roll down my face as I realized that I was enjoying it in some
ways.  I couldn't recall when I had last cum so powerfully as I had on the
stage, and here I was rock hard again!

I became lost in a fog of lust, sex and humiliation.  I don't know how many
men came in and used my mouth or my ass or both.  Nor did I know how many
pictures had been taken of me servicing all these men.

I think I came at least once from the friction in my ass.  All I know is
that I was on my hands and knees sometimes, sometimes with my knees on the
floor and my stomach on the bed, or sometimes on my back, but it seemed
both ends were constantly full.

I don't know if I passed out, or just fell asleep from exhaustion, but when
I woke up it was completely dark in the room and someone was poking me.  I
groggily sat up and opened my mouth.

I came out of my stupor when I heard, "You are a cocksucking slut, aren't
you, bossman?"  It was Paul!

"So bossman, did you have a good time?" he asked, putting his fingers in my
mouth and pulling my face up.

All I managed was an "erg," with his fingers in my mouth.

He released my jaw and I managed, "Yes, I mean, No.  Paul, I don't know
what to say.  I have never done anything like this before," almost crying
as I said it.

"What? You have never ogled a man while he changed clothes?  Or never been
naked in front of a bunch of people? Or never had a hard-on in front of a
bunch of people?  Or sucked cock in front a bunch of people?  Or fucked
yourself with a dildo?  Or been fucked while other people watched?  Or had
pictures taken of you doing all of those things?" he seemed to sneer as he
said it.

I hung my head in shame and shook it.  "No, never, nothing but watched you
changed clothes.  Honestly, Paul," and I looked up at him. "I had never
really thought too much about guys, but seeing you just did something in my
brain."  I swallowed and went on. "I am so sorry Paul.  I wish I could take
it all back.  But you," and I paused and looked at him in the eyes, "are a
really handsome guy and I just couldn't get enough of you."

He stood there looking at me from eye to eye.  I saw his eyes moving back
and forth, looking into my eyes.

Finally, he bent down and put his arms around me.  He squeezed me tightly
in a hug and then, pushing me away to look into my face, said, "Hey, Dean,
is it?  I am sorry.  I really thought you were some peeping tom pervert.
And I just had to get back at you.  And when I mentioned you to a bunch of
my surfer friends, they thought of the way to get back at you."

I started sobbing then.  I was mortified, ashamed, and grateful that he was
finally getting the picture straight, and he was thinking about all I had
been through.

He helped me to stand up and said, "Let's get you cleaned up and then you
can get some rest."  I heard sincerity in his voice.  I could barely stand
and leaned on him as he led me down the hall to another bedroom.  He led me
into the bathroom and had me sit on the toilet.

He got a shower going and adjusted the temperature until he thought it was
correct.  I watched as he put his hand in to check the temperature and then
adjust the controls.  Finally, I guess he had it right.  He looked at me
and pulled off his shirt.  I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed himself to
me.

This time I wasn't just a spectator on the side lines; this was a front row
seat.  Ever since I had become caught up in him, this is what I had been
wishing for.  After he pulled off his shirt, he sniffed his pits, wrinkled
his nose, and then laughed.

He undid his pants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. He stood,
smiling, in his boxers, watching my face focus on his crotch.  He shook his
groin back and forth, making his dick move under the fabric.  My eyes
followed it back and forth.

He laughed lightly, put his thumbs in the waist of his boxers, and pushed
them to the floor.  Then he stepped out of them as he stood up.  He kicked
his pants and boxers out of the way, and put his hands on his hips, and
just let me stare.

He smiled again, reached down to my arm pits, and lifted me, and I stood
up.  He looked me in the eyes again and said, "I'll ask you this time,
instead of making you.  Do you want to smell my pits?"

I was dazed and looked at him with glazed eyes.  I was standing next to
him, and he was naked!  I was hard, and the smell of him was driving me
crazy.  I could only nod.

He smiled again and lifted his right arm.  He took my head and pushed it
into his pit.  I closed my eyes and got lost in the mixture of smells.  It
was so heady!  The stink of sweat, mixed with some unmistakable musky,
spicy smell, and a tang of ocean.

I don't know why, but I stuck out my tongue and lapped the hairs and skin
there.  With my tongue back in my mouth, I savored his taste.  Wow!  It
tasted so wonderful.  I mean, he tasted so wonderful.  I closed my eyes and
swirled my tongue around my mouth.

He chuckled softly, no maliciously, and said, "Come here."  He took me by
the chin again and planted a kiss on my lips, but then his tongue invaded
my mouth on a quest.  Wow!  Light bulbs were going off in my brain and
fireworks behind my eye balls.  Fuck!  I had never experienced anything
like this.

He laughed softly again as he pulled away.  I was unsteady on my feet.  He
held me up and said, "I think we need to get you cleaned up and get you
some rest before you pass out on your feet!"

I followed his directions until we were both in the shower.  The water felt
amazing and really seemed to revive me.  I looked down as the water
cascaded down his body.  His back was against the shower and I was getting
the left over spray on me.

He smiled broadly again and I saw those dimple traces that I had seen back
at my car.  They made him seem more innocent and, the way his eyes twinkled
when he looked at me, made my heart swell.

He handed me the soap and said, "Guess you get to wash me head to toe," he
paused, reached down, and waggled his cock, "and no funny business!"

He turned his back to me and I began soaping him from the shoulders down.
It blew my mind to be touching this man, my dream guy, and one I had
fantasized about for a couple of weeks now.

His shoulders were broad and well muscled and tapered to a thinner waist;
the perfect swimmer's build.  Each muscle was well defined in his back, and
his butt was firm, and the cheeks concave as he moved and flexed them.

I washed his butt and then down each leg.  When I reached the toes, he
turned around to face me, "Start at the top again," he instructed.

I looked into his eyes and he was once again gazing back and forth between
my eyes.  I washed his neck and then down to his arm pits.  I remembered
the smell and tastes there, and closed my eyes again.

I washed then across the broad chest, and noticed how his nipples were
strong and firm, but his areoles were small, barely bigger than a nickel.
He had no noticeable chest hair, and just a bit of trail of hair from his
navel down to his thick crotch hair.

And, wow, that beautiful cock!  I had now seen many cocks close up, and
tasted several.  He had no foreskin, and his cock hung a good four inches
over extra large egg-sized nuts.  The water ran in rivulets over his cock
and balls, and I was mesmerized again.  I applied soap, and fondled the
object of many dreams for me.

"Don't spend too much time there, or something might come up," he said with
laughter in his voice.  I wondered how many other people had washed Paul
and had any of them ever been a man?

I moved down and washed his well defined thighs and calves.  The dusting of
hair was now a pattern of water drenched hair, leading down to his feet.

Even his feet intrigued me.  I liked the hair on the top of his foot and on
the top of his toes.  He laughed when I spent time washing his toes.

He pulled me up and took the soap and washcloth, and went to work on my
back.  I shivered at his touch.  It had been a long time since someone had
touched my naked flesh, and it was never a man.  He was gentle but swift in
his ministrations, although he did pry my ass cheeks apart and clean my
crack and hole area well.

He finished up the back side and spun me around.  He laughed again at my
state of erection.  "Does that thing ever go down?" he asked playfully, but
I still blushed.

He washed me from top to bottom and rinsed me well.  He turned off the
shower, stepped out, and tossed me a towel.  He also took one and began to
dry himself.  I took mine then and did the same.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him however, and spent more time watching
him dry himself, so that, when he was finished, I still had more to dry.
He laughed and shook his head.

He took out a toothbrush from a drawer and said, "It's new and you probably
want to brush your teeth, and gargle."  And while he didn't say why I might
need to do this, the answer was obvious.  I had no clue how many dicks had
been in my mouth, nor how much cum I had been fed.

I blushed at that realization, and then leaned over and finished drying my
legs.  I wrapped the towel around me as he had done, and walked over to the
sink.  It was duel sinks, so I stood and, while brushing my teeth, watched
him in the mirror.  He was still captivating to me.

He smiled through a foaming mouth when he looked in the mirror and saw that
I was staring at him.  He shook his head as he spit out the toothpaste.  He
cupped his hand and scooped up some water to rinse his mouth, swirling it
around and then spitting it out.  Then he grabbed the mouthwash, spun off
the top, and took a swig.  He stood there looking at me in the mirror, and
he swished it around his mouth.

I had spit out my toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and taken a swig myself.  I
watched him as he swished while he watched me.  It was too funny; I ended
up spitting mine out and choking.  He patted me on the back, and then spit
out his.

"Come on, I think you could use some rest," he said, with his hand in the
small of my back guiding me back into the bedroom.  There was a queen sized
bed in the room, all neat and tidy with a thick comforter on it.  I looked
at him and he said, "Which side do you normally sleep on?"

I was too startled by the implication.  Did this mean he would be sleeping
with me?  "I, ah, it doesn't matter, I mean, I, ah, am used to sleeping
alone," I said sheepishly.

He smiled, and his trace of dimples flared.  "Okay, guess you get the right
side then."  He dropped his towel and walked to the left side, pulled back
the comforter, and started to climb in.

"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?"  He smiled and patted the
right side of the bed as he got under the covers.  I shook my head to clear
it, shucked my towel, and felt self conscious about my boner.  I quickly
moved to get under the covers.

He chuckled at my antics.  I lay there stiff as a board (pun intended) and
nervous as all hell.  I had no idea what to do with a man in bed.  Yes, I
had sucked guys and been fucked, but I didn't know how to `make out' with a
guy.

"Hey, relax," he said, and rolled over on his side facing me.  "Roll over
on your side with your back to me."  Did that mean he was going to fuck me?

I did what he said, and then felt him move.  I tightened my ass and he
moved closer.  But he scooted up behind me without a hard-on poking me in
the hole, wrapped one arm around me, and pulled me closer.  He was spooning
with me!

"Well, boss., I mean Dean, you are really kind of cute, and I usually don't
have people in my bed."  People?  Did he mean men or women?  Or both?  And
he wasn't calling me bossman?

His warmth was amazing; it radiated from him.  I was trying to think if I
had slept with the few girls I had had sex with, and I didn't think so.  So
this was the first time in my adult life that I had ever slept with anyone.

His arm was wrapped around my side and to my stomach.  He snuggled in, and
I felt his breathing on my neck.  Then I realized I should respond to his
comment.

"Well, Paul, I, ah, haven't, I mean, that is," He reached up and put his
hand over my mouth.

"Shhhhh, it's okay.  Just relax.  You have had a long day and probably a
unique day.  And I have to say that you have really made me change my
assessment of you.  And I am not sure what to make of it," he said.

"So why don't you take a deep breath," he waited until I did, "and let it
out slowly.  Just relax, get some rest, and we can discuss this in the
morning."  He adjusted his position so that more of his body was in contact
with mine.  I had let out my breath, but was now not breathing, for fear of
moving.

He tapped my side with his elbow and said, "Breathe!" in a whisper.  I
heard the smile in that.  I breathed, and then continued to breathe as I
listened to his breathing.

I was in bed with a man!  And I was sleeping with this idol, this god, this
surfer that I had been having fantasies about for the last week or so.  I
couldn't go to sleep, even as tired as I was.  I lay there and listened to
his breathing as it settled to a calm rhythm, and then just a soft snore.

I smiled, and wondered if today had all been a dream?  Sometime, hours
later it seemed, I drifted off to sleep listening to Paul's sounds of
sleep.

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harry