Surfer Boys

by Neil S. Plakcy

  “Brandon,” he whispered, and I almost came in his hand. My hands found his hips and helped him into a sit-up again. This time, his lips found mine. His mouth was hungry and pulled on me, kissing hot and passionately. Our tongues touched and his hands pulled my body closer. Our pelvises rubbed against each other, excited flesh to excited flesh, his length along mine. He drove himself against me, and I matched him, hump for hump.

  The warm water washed over us, splashing and swirling around our bodies. His body hair tickled me, and all the old feelings came back. His body fit mine.

  Travis reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock. He pulled it toward him. “Please,” he said.

  And I knew what he wanted. It was the same thing I wanted, but could we? Should I?

  “Please.” He arched his back and pressed his butt to my groin.

  My body responded without my control. His cock rocked back and forth, waving at me to pay some attention to it. I backed up a little and bent forward, kissing the tip. My tongue tasted him. It was the same, but better. My brain hadn’t remembered it all, his scent, his taste, his texture. My lips drew him in and my tongue worked down his shaft. I swallowed his full length and held him deep in my throat.

  His hips changed motion and started humping my face. The salty sweet taste of precum filled my mouth and spread over my tongue. I swallowed the extra saliva and some of the pool water, but I didn’t mind.

  “Brandon,” Travis said. His hands pulled on my hair, guiding him faster, deeper into me. And then his arms and legs went rigid, and I felt a wet wave of thickness fill my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, sucking hard on his shaft, and Travis’s body thrashed around on the water. The floatation ring held his head above the water, but the life jacket was long gone, floating with my nylon swim trunks.

  “Do me,” he said.

  I forgot everything about our patient/therapist relationship. All I knew was that the man I had loved for seven years wanted me inside him. My excitement rose, as his hips pushed back against me. My cock knew the way. It found his opening and pressed against it.

  Travis forced his body down in the water, impaling himself on me.

  My pelvis drove forward, and I entered him. The warm water relaxed and lubricated him, making an easy entry. My hips rocked back and forth with the water.

  Travis floated back and forth like the tide. On our trip to Maui, we had made love in the surf, sand underneath and the waves above.

  I grabbed his still-hard dick and jacked him as I rode the waves, surfing the hole, shooting the curl.

  My balls pulled up.

  “Harder, harder,” he gasped.

  The pressure grew and the pleasure soared, and then my cock let loose. I drove deeper into him, pulled hard on his erection. Another orgasm flowed out of Travis, over my fingers and down the back of my hand. I continued to hump his butt as I stroked his dick. His whole body spasmed. He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

  I stopped to make sure his head was above water and he wasn’t drowning.

  “Don’t stop,” he demanded.

  I continued jacking his cock, as I drove deeper into him. A spasm racked his whole body, and his ass muscles clenched down on my hard-on. The sensation was too much, and my balls released their load.

  Travis’s cum continued to flow over my hand as another orgasm hit. Our bodies returned to the ones they had been so long ago. A feeling of coming home descended on us, as Travis sat up in the water and wrapped his arms around me. His mouth found mine. We kissed hungrily as our breathing returned to normal. Travis collapsed against me, but his arms remained wrapped around me and held me tight.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  We rocked back and forth in the water, holding on to the past and embracing the future.

  I broke the moment. “I should get you out of the water.”

  He nodded his head. “Put me to bed.”

  I guided him to the side of the pool and rolled him onto the edge. I jumped out and wrapped a big towel around my waist. I placed a towel in the wheelchair and helped him up. Gently, I placed him back into his wheelchair and pushed him to his bedroom.

  At the foot of the bed, I rubbed him dry. I moved the foot-rests out of the way and stood him. His naked flesh stood fully aroused again.

  I smiled. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

  And then Travis smiled. It was crooked; only one side of his mouth rising up all the way, but his eyes sparkled.

  I pivoted his butt around and set him down on the bed. I pushed the chair out of the way and then picked up his legs and swung him into bed. “Where are your shorts?” I asked.

  He waved that idea away from me.

  “I don’t want your parents to think…” I stopped.

  What would they think?

  I covered him and turned to leave.

  “Don’t go.”

  “I’ll stay until your parents come home.”

  He patted the bed, next to him.

  “I need to get dressed first.”

  He shook his head.

  “I’m not getting caught bare-assed by your mom and dad.” I hurried out to the pool, stepped into my sweats, and threw on my shirt. I carried my shoes into the house and set them down.

  Travis patted the bed again.

  I walked over and looked down at him.

  He pulled the covers back.

  “Okay, but just for a moment.”

  Then next thing I knew, Susan Sharp was standing over me. Travis’s arms and legs were wrapped around me.

  I struggled to get free and remembered that he was naked. My face burned. “I’m…I’m…” I said, slipping out of the bed.

  Susan grabbed me and hugged me close. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you.”

  Travis struggled to roll over. “More pool therapy,” he said. His crooked smile was back.

  Susan let go of me and grabbed her son. “Anything you want, dear, anything you want.” She reached out her hand to me and didn’t let go.

  And neither did I.

  SANTA BARBARA SURF PUNK

  Jay Starre

  My buds told me about the beach. That’s the way it is most of the time, word passing from surfer to surfer about rocking waves and empty sands where a dude can enjoy the day without a bunch of floundering tourists in the way of a long, smooth ride.

  It was north of Santa Barbara, even beyond Isla Vista. Not easy to find. I parked my van on the side of the road above a bluff that overlooked a splash of sandy shore you’d miss if you didn’t look real hard. It was breezy enough to clear the air, and I could see way out to the distant Channel Islands.

  There was good surf that day too, with long, rolling waves that weren’t monster but promised some challenge. I felt the usual tingle of excitement as I hefted my board and began to pick my way down a steep trail.

  It was real warm for late April, and even the water wasn’t bad. I don’t like using a wet suit unless it’s fucking frigid, since I’d rather feel the salt water on my naked torso and filtering through my baggy surf shorts and swirling around my dick and balls and up into the crack of my ass. I don’t know about other dudes, but surfing always gives me a sexual kick.

  I’d had a dozen good rides by the time I spotted him on the beach. I was bobbing in the swell, contemplating the great afternoon and catching my breath when I noticed the other parked car up on the roadside beside mine. I’d had the beach to myself so far, but another dude to share the waves wouldn’t bother me.

  My thighs spread over the board, my ass clinging to the smooth surface, my crack open in that position. I always found that sexy: the board was splitting me in two, the ocean pulsing up between my asscheeks and massaging my balls and cock. It sounds kind of kinky, but it’s true.

  So I was already feeling horned up when I caught a glimpse of him on the beach. He was way up on the sand above the surf, just under the bluffs.

  The wide strand was deserted in both directions until the curve of the
bluffs cut it off from the rest of the coast in a pair of steep walls. There was only him. I strained my eyes to see a sprawled bod straddling a lonely surfboard. He was dozing, or maybe just tanning. The bright lemon and lime splash of his surf shorts was hard to miss.

  I paddled in, my cock pressed against my board and growing stiff under my shorts. Fuck! I was really getting horny, especially as I drew closer to the shore. Even from a distance I could see he had a great bod. Broad shoulders and muscular thighs splayed across his board as he lay facedown and unmoving.

  I propelled myself into the shallows and rose dripping wet to stride out of the surf, board under one arm. The taste of salt water on my lips and the smell of it in my nostrils was something I loved. I had a big boner, and almost laughed at myself. The dude might have been a real hottie, but chances were he wasn’t into any kind of gay fun and games. I’m an optimist, though, and not a bad-looking dude besides. Tall and lean with buzzed black hair, dark eyes, and strong features, I looked good enough in the mirror. As I approached I realized he was practically the opposite of me, in looks at least.

  He was fucking hot, though! A tousled mop of sun-bleached sandy-blond hair just covered his ears. Stretched out on his stomach, he pillowed his head in naked arms. Bare thighs and back were deeply tanned. He must have been out surfing a fuck of a lot to have that much tan already.

  I reached him. Hovering over him, I stared down at his butt.

  Fucking perfect! Broad, but firm and well shaped. There was power in the shapely muscles of that ass. Sand covered his calves and bare, calloused feet. His face was turned to the side, revealing a surprisingly soft jawline, clean shaven, with the cutest fucking dimple in the center of his chin. His lips were open, with a little drool in one corner. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was breathing slowly, probably asleep.

  I’d come up quietly, the sand under my bare toes barely making a sound. I didn’t think he knew I was there. Then, as I stared at that hot ass encased in vivid green and yellow, he suddenly moved.

  I held my breath. He didn’t move a lot, but just enough to get my stiff cock rearing under my shorts. His big hot ass lifted slightly and then wriggled just a bit, as if he was settling into his perch over his board—or showing off that sexy bubble-butt for me!

  I know it was an idiotic thing to do, but the sight of that surf butt writhing around made me a little crazy. We were alone, and out of sight of the highway far above, so maybe that made me brave.

  I pulled out my stiff cock and began to stroke it, standing almost right above him. Even way above the surf where we were, the waves made a lot of noise. He couldn’t have heard me pumping my boner. But then he might not be asleep, and could open his eyes at any moment. My cock leaped in my hand, all eleven inches of it. It was real nasty, jerking off over a total stranger, and a fucking hot one at that. How old was he? Twenty? At least five years younger than me. He looked so innocent.

  “Like what you see, dude?”

  My hand froze in midstroke. My shorts were down around my knees, my cock thrust out in the air in front of me. His eyes were open, pools of soft blue. He stared up at me, his head raised. Those eyes were riveted to my big boner. And then he licked his lips, slowly.

  “Maybe you’ll like this even better,” he growled in a startlingly deep voice.

  Just like that, he moved his hands down to his waist and then shoved those colorful shorts down around his knees. He lay there on his belly looking up at me, his creamy white ass revealed in all its fucking glory!

  I shook from head to toe! Fuck! The dude was even bolder than me! That took me by surprise. He’d looked so dozy and passive there with his eyes closed. But now, he was showing off his ass and smirking and almost laughing at me!

  I quickly glanced around, checking again to make sure we were totally alone. I took a deep breath as I began to pump my cock again, staring right back into his big blue eyes. I had to take charge again, I figured.

  “I like it plenty, punk,” I managed to growl back. Bravado and nervousness stirred like a herd of butterflies in my stomach. “Show me more.”

  He laughed out loud, his eyes never wavering from mine as he shoved his shorts farther down and rose up half on his knees to offer me a real good look at his smooth crack. Damn!

  My cock lurched as I released it. I dropped to my knees in the sand between the surfer’s big thighs and that luscious can. I stared right at a sexy expanse of pale, muscular flesh. Not a blemish, not a hair to be found. It was then I noticed the tattoo. I grinned as I spotted the small pair of bright red lips tattooed on his left cheek, just below the lush curve and above the thigh.

  I shivered. The brisk breeze wasn’t the reason, though. The unusual tattoo incensed me, and I was already burning up with raunchy need. I grasped that butt with both hands, pulling the cheeks wider apart and revealing the deep butt-crack. In the center peeked out a small, wrinkled slot, not a hair to be seen—just white, smooth flesh.

  I dove in. The scent of sandy surf, dried sweat, and butt flesh assaulted my nostrils. He must have already been in the water, and I hadn’t even noticed him there.

  The taste of salt and sweat and ass hit my outstretched tongue as I bathed that crack and hole with wet attention.

  He let out a gurgled squeal, which I gotta say was very satisfying! I had him where I wanted him. He admitted just as much as I rammed my tongue deep between his tight asslips.

  “Oh, fuck! Eat my ass! Lick it good before you shove your big bone up there! Eat it up, you big fuckin’ stud!”

  The deep voice had gone up a few octaves now that my mouth was clamped to his tight little asshole. I squeezed the plump buttcheeks under my hands. They tensed, hard as marble, then they relaxed, soft and pliant. I loved that!

  The dude writhed beneath me, rubbing his buttcheeks against my face, thrusting his thighs wider as he squirmed completely out of his shorts. Now totally naked, he sprawled across his surfboard and moaned nonstop.

  With my own shorts down around my ankles, the warm sun beat down on my bare back and ass, countered by that brisk breeze. The smell of ass permeated my nostrils. The taste of butt drenched my lips and tongue. The feel of writhing asscheeks teased my exploring fingers. I munched loudly, slurps and gulps rising above the surf and the brisk breeze. I dug my tongue into the blond’s tight anus, and that sweet hole quivered, gaped, and went into spasms with each teasing penetration.

  I was lost in ass when I heard him grunt out a near-desperate plea. “I need something more up there!”

  As he spoke he thrust his hand up under his own butt from beneath. Two big fingers slid up beside my tongue and then roughly poked into the wet maw of his tender young hole.

  I rose from my butt feast with a slurp and a pant. The sight that met my eyes was real fucking nasty! There he was, his legs wide apart, his nut sac dangling down between them, hairless and full. His hand poked up between his spread thighs, two of his fingers digging into his own wet asshole, my spit making a squishy lubricant for the probing digits. My surf punk was a surf slut!

  “Oh, yeah. My hole’s hot for you! A big dude like you, you gotta be a good fuck! Your cock is huge! Poke it up my hungry ass!”

  I was amazed at what I’d found, there on that deserted beach. His soft blue eyes were glazed over and half-shut, his plump lips wet and dripping drool. He squirmed around on his belly on his own board, his fingers up his own ass!

  “I’ll fuck you good. Don’t worry about that. But first I’m gonna play with your hot, fat ass,” I muttered half to him and half to myself.

  I just hadn’t had enough of that butt yet. I reached down and attacked it. I squeezed the big round cheeks, feeling them tense under my fingers. He was solid muscle! But then he wiggled his butt around and the tension melted away, pliable, yielding butt flesh squirming under my hands. I kneaded the hairless cheeks, then ran my fingers up and down his silky-smooth asscrack. He continued to poke his own fingers up his butt, making squishy fuck noises as he did. His butt-lips expanded
and contracted over those two fingers nastily.

  I decided to add my own fingers to the pot. Without preamble, I zeroed in on the hole and shoved. His sphincter obligingly parted, expanding as it clutched at my sliding fingers. Heated hole opened up for me and I shoved deep, pushing his fingers up his guts beside my own.

  “Holy fuck! What the hell do you have up there? Your goddamn fist?” the surfer grunted.

  But he wasn’t resisting. His sweet young hole expanded, the swollen asslips gaping outward as I pushed deep with my fingers. He rose slightly higher on his knees and arched his back. His asshole yielded for deeper penetration. Knuckle deep, I was going deeper!

  “Use some of this! Cream my hot hole!”

  He produced a tube of suntan cream in his other hand. He reached behind his back and squirted the stuff all over his butt-crack in a wild stream before I knew it. I had to laugh. It was ludicrous, him on his knees with his own fingers up his butthole, squirting that gooey white cream all down his crack.

  Even with all those fingers up his ass, he managed to laugh too, a wild chuckle that had his big butt jiggling and me laughing with him. We were both a little hysterical to tell the truth, with it all happening so suddenly and being out in the open and all. I felt like I had to do it all real quick and right now—before we were caught and had to stop!

  The gooey cream ran down over his balls and I focussed on that, using my other hand to rub it in, up and down his silky-smooth crack and over his full, fat balls. I worked some of the slick cream around his puckered butt rim, and he rammed his own fingers even deeper now that the way was wet and slippery.

  With two fingers probing his hot guts, I slid my other hand down below his belly. What I found there was quite a surprise.

  He had a very big, very hard dick! The fucking thing was nearly as fat as a baseball bat. And it was almost as long as my own poker. I rubbed cream all over that plump fucker, feeling him squirm beneath me and his asshole snap and twitch in response. The fat pecker drooled like crazy, and I rubbed the bulbous head with gooey fingers before sliding my palm up and down the length of it in a rapid tease.