Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 04:31:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Beach Boy Whore (Gay/Adult Youth, mast, oral, anal, m/m, m/M) DISCLAIMER: Adult Youth, mast, oral, anal, m/m, m/M This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Beach Boy Whore By Wolf I grew up in an artist community known as Laguna Beach, California. When I wasn't at school I was on the beach. The public beach was small but the locals did enjoy beach volleyball, and other activities besides swimming. There were several private coves north and south of the public beach. It is the kind of community that parents feel comfortable letting their children roam the beach and streets at will. The old 101 Highway is not used by people wishing to get back and forth between Los Angeles and San Diego. Those drivers use Interstate Highway 5 bypasses the small Beach towns. The traffic is normally heavy just because of people looking for scenic beaches. I was one of those boys that spent all of my free time on the beach, from the age of 8. I preferred to make my way down the coast to climb down a wooden staircase to one of the secluded beach. Along this beach there was a narrow sandy beach during the summer, but during the winter the strong wave action swept the sand down the coast to a deep off shore trench, leaving the granitic rocks exposed. They were beaten and tumbled into flat rocks with rounded edges. Anyone standing on the bluff couldn't see the beach at all, so anyone down there was pretty much assured of privacy. Most people avoid the beach during the winter because they think the water of colder, and they don't like walking on the rocks, but in fact the water doesn't vary more than a few degrees year round. It is the cold air temperature that causes the wet bodies to cool off quickly. I carried a boggy board or a surfboard down there, and always used a wetsuit. When I was watching the wave sets, or resting after surfing. I made sure I was dry before taking off my wetsuit. On those warm fall days, I often even removed my bathing suit. It was wickedly exciting to run around on the beach in the nude, because of the possibility of being caught. I met a boy, named Nickolas, my age that was an avid surfer too. We often found ourselves on the same part of the beach. We became friends, and shared our knowledge about the waves and riptides. We deliberately looked for the riptides to carry us out beyond the breakers. He was a skinny kid with rather long hair. We carried packs with clothes, food and water with us. While we were resting we shared food. Our love of surfing led to us to becoming close friends. We were comfortable enough to lounge on the beach naked together. We even were comfortable enough to jack off together. We progressed to jacking each other off, and eventually sucking each other's cocks. We also hung out at each other's homes. We spent most of our time together in the garages repairing or waxing our boards. We were constantly changing our boards. We experimented with the number and size of our sags, (fins at the back of the boards) in an effort to increase our control of the boards. We use short boards for small waves and quick maneuvering, and long boards for big winter storm waves. Our mother's hated to go into the garages, because they smelled of fiberglass resin all the time, so we were pretty sure of our privacy. One day I was walking down the old 101 Highway. I was headed for the area I like to surf. I had my wetsuit on but rolled down to the waist, a short board under my arm and a pack slung over my shoulder, with clothes, food and a towel in it. I was not paying much attention to the cars passing, until an old panel truck pulled up in front of me. As I approached the passenger side of the truck, the driver leaned over and opened the door. He asked me if I would like a lift. I told him I was just going a mile or so to Perl Street to get down to the beach. He told me to hop in and he would take me there. I saw he was carrying a board in the back, so I shoved my board over the passenger seat, and climbed in as I sat the pack on my lap. He said my name is Roger as he extended his hand. I shook it as he pulled back out onto the road. He commented that he noticed I had added a third scag to my 'Hobie' two scag board. When we reached Perl Street he pulled right to the end of the street and parked his truck. There were no other cars there, so we would probably have the beach to ourselves. We took our gear out of the truck and carried our stuff down the wooden steps to the rock covered coastline. We hiked up the beach to a location that promised to have good wave sets. We studied the waves long enough to identify the riptides and that the waves came in sets with the fifth wave being the biggest ones. Roger stripped off his clothes completely. I admired his slender build and envied the size of his flaccid cock. He put on his wetsuit without bothering to put on a bathing suit. We applied some extra wax and took some wet sand from the surf line and rubbed it into the wax for more traction. We entered the water and with the help of the riptide, and we moved out past the breaking waves. We sat there watching the waves until we decided catch the fifth wave. I caught the inside, because it was a wave breaking to our right. I happen to be a goofy foot surfer. (left-foot forward) Roger being a right handed was riding the wave facing away from the curl. I was small enough to be able to duck under the curl and stick my head in the water. He made sure to keep enough space between us to avoid colliding with each other. We rode the waves there for several sets, before moving down the beach to a location where a submerged rock forced the waves to break left. That way I was facing away from the braking wave. When we got tired, and hungry we made our way to the beach, and stayed in our wetsuits for the warmth while we ate lunch. We ate our bag lunches, and Roger shared a bottle of wine with me, to rinse the salt from our mouths. The wetsuits warmed us, enough to eventually take them off. We were in a recessed area in the bluff that allowed us to be out of the wind, so there was no hurry to get dressed. Rodger leaned against the adobe clay wall of the bluff and started jacking off. I approached him, and he took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. I started jacking him off until he shot his load on the red adobe sandy soil we were sitting on. After he jacked me off we eventually dressed and carried our boards and gear back up the stairs to his truck, and he took me home. On the ride home he gave me his phone number and for the next couple of weeks we surfed together, and we enjoyed mutual masturbation until one day he showed me how to suck cock. I enjoyed that very much and was only too happy to suck his cock for him. One day my teacher insisted that I visit one of the many local art galleries, and write a repost about what I felt about the exhibit. I picked a gallery just off the old highway to visit. Most of the local artists specialized in Seascapes. I was fascinated with the skill of some artist's ability to capture what the waves looked like at night. They look like they glow rather greenish and light shows through them. I could picture myself slipping into the curl. I was so intent in studying the detail of the wave that I was oblivious to anyone near me. I was dressed in my normal school attire that consisted of flip-flops, baggy cargo shorts, and a T-shirt with the logo of my favorite surfboard manufacturer, named Hobie Alter. My blond hair was unruly and should length. The first thing I became aware of was the smell of a man's cologne. I didn't turn my head to look at the man. Then I felt a hand brush against my ass. It was very light. It might have been an accident, so I didn't make a fuss or move away from him. He must have taken that as my passive approval of his action. The next thing I felt was his hand grasping my ass. He was standing slightly behind me, so that if anyone were to enter the room we were in, they wouldn't be able to see where his hand was. I continued to stand there, but I did turn my head to see what the man looked like. When I looked into his blue eyes, he smiled at me. He was an older man with white hair and trimmed beard. He was wearing a cotton floral print Hawaiian shirt, with blue denim pants, and deck shoes. He had a figure that indicated that he was physical fit. It shocked me when he placed his other hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me on the lips. It shocked me, and I quickly scanned the room to be sure no one saw what he had done to me. As soon as our lips parted his hand slide down my back as the other hand went around my hip to squeeze my crotch. My cock responded as if it had a mind of its own. He rubbed my boner until I feared I would cum in my pants. It would be mortifying to be walking around town with a cum spot on the crouch of my shorts. The next thing the man did was press his crotch against my ass. I could feel his boner pressing against my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Would you like to have some fun?" It was all I could do to shake my head positively. He turned and led me out of the front door. We walked to the side of the building where he had a small restored Austen Healey 3000. As soon as we were in the car he pulled away from the curb. He drove me down the highway a few miles before turning east and up into the hills. He pulled into the entrance to the approach to a garage. The garage door opened automatically, and closed behind us. We entered the house directly through the garage. The house had a marvelous view of the ocean through a large picture window. My host had a hand around my hip as he showed off his home. It was the kind of place you that would have a six seven figure price tag. He was very proud of his place, and he asked me if I would like to see some of his porn. The prospect of looking at porn was too tempting. I agreed right away. He took me to a plush game room with the same view of the ocean. He used a remote to lower a screen that darkened the room a little, and a large screen came up out of a teak wood cabinet. When the blue screen changed the screen was filled with a video of an area not unlike this one. A car was pulling up in front of a gated home. A handsome man escorted a young teenager a lot like me into the house. They were soon kissing and feeling each other up. The clothes were shed and I witnessed the man having the youth suck his cock just like Roger had me do to him. I had a boner tenting up my pants. My host observed my reaction. I couldn't resist watching all of the video. That was the first time I ever saw someone getting fucked in the ass. My cock was about to split the zipper on my shorts. The man reached over and unzipped my shorts, while joking let's get that thing out before you hurt yourself. He fished my cock out of my underwear. He proceeded to slowly jack me off. He went down on me and sucked my cock. I rested my hand on top of his white hair, while continuing to watch the action on the screen. When the screen returned to a azure blue. He asked me if I would like to fuck him just like the man had fucked the teen. As soon as we removed our clothes he draped his body over the leather arm of the couch. He used his hand to spread open his ass. It was erotic to be behind him smelling his asshole, before inserting my cock in his asshole. I was so turned on that it didn't take more than a few minutes for he to cum in his ass. The man thanked me while using tissues to clean up the dripping cum coming out of his inflamed asshole. He even sucked my cock clean for me. He told me that it was only fair that I suck his cock and allow him to fuck me. I was happy to suck his cock. After all I was used to sucking Roger's cock. I was curious about what it would feel like, and even accepted his logic, and agreed to suck his cock for him. The man sat on the couch with his butt on the edge with his legs spread. I knelt before him and rested my hands on his thighs. When I took his cock into my mouth, he placed his hand on top of my head. I was able to take all of his cock into my mouth. My noise was pressed against his pubic hair. I could smell his flesh and traces of laundry soap. I gently held his balls in my hand while sucking his cock. Eventually he squirted cum into my mouth. I swallowed it like a pro. He wanted to rest afterwards, so he put on another video. This one was a party of men with young boys. The boys were encouraged to wrestle around on the floor in front of the men. They jerked each other off, sucked cocks, and even fucked each other. One by one the boys were paired up with one of the older men. They had the boys sit on their laps while the men played with their little cock and kissed them. Eventually, the men picked up the boys and placed them on their engorged cocks, or they placed them on their backs so that they could mount them missionary style. We both had boners by the rime the video ended. The man placed me over the arm of the couch he had been on. He produced a tube of lubricant and greased up my asshole and his cock. He told me to relax or it would hurt me even more. I did my best to relax, but it did hurt. My pleading went unheeded while he fucked my ass. When he came in my ass and pulled out, I was unable to pucker my asshole without it feeling a flit of pain. He assured me that it would relax and return to normal. I wasn't sure I would ever want to allow another male to fuck me. After we got dressed he took me home, and gave me a card with his phone numbers on it. It took me a couple of days to recover and feel a tingling in my ass, as if it felt empty, so I called his cellphone. He was thrilled to get the call and picked me up after work and we reenacted our previous encounter, jacking each other off while watching gay porn, sucking cocks and eventually fucking each other's ass. This time it didn't hurt all that much, but I grunted with every thrust. That was the start of me becoming a whore for older men that like to fuck teenaged surfers. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com