Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 20:37:09 +0200 From: Cliff Smith Subject: My Young Surfer Part 1 MY YOUNG SURFER If you are offended by cross generation sex please do not read any further. Part 1 I moved to the coast a few months ago, this was not the first time that I was staying at the coast. I had grown up at the coast, but for a number of reasons had never learnt to swim, either in a pool or the sea, a pool was still okay to get into but the sea was totally out for me. This never stopped me from been attracted to the soothing effects of the mighty ocean. I was at that stage in my career when I felt that I needed a change away from the rushed lifestyle of the big city, not that the move was to an isolated beach village. At least it had the mountains and the sea, so no matter what the weather was, there was either to enjoy. In the afternoons I would go for a walk along the beach and allow the sound of the rolling waves to soothe to the bone. My relationship, after 7 years had broken up. He went off with somebody else - it was hard in the beginning, but it was better. I also enjoyed sitting watching the surfers at the main beach, it always fascinated me how they would lie out there for what seemed like ages and then all of a sudden get up and ride the wave. I was also intrigued by the age differences of them all - the young to the grey haired older guys, yea there were female suffers but I was not interested in them - I had not shown interest in women for many years. It was during the December holidays that I met young Andre. I was sitting watching the surfers the morning and was far away in my fantasy. I tried not to make if obvious that I was looking at their beautiful defined bodies. It also amused me how often they loved to show off their bodies when they were taking off their wetsuits next to their cars. I had just lit a cigarette when I heard the voice, was I hallucinating: "Got one to spare?" In front of me he stood, he must have been about 16 years old, his face was tanned and he had mousy brown hair that was flattened from the water, he had the most amazing green eyes, do I need to say anything about the smile. I just looked at him and did not speak, I offered him a cigarette and a light. "Thanks", he sat down on the low wall next to me. "You stay at Sunrise don't you?" "Yes" I replied. "So does Mike". I looked at him puzzled, and then he indicated to the water. Have you ever tried to distinguish a person when they all look the same in wetsuits out there? I had seen him and Mike on a few occasions when I went walking down to the beach, he always seemed friendly and greeted like the majority of the people in the village. "Oh". "Yea, he stays in number 40". "So where do you stay?" I asked. "Up the road" indicating the houses behind the beach. 'Sunrise' is a security village a little way down the road from the main beach. It had been built in the last few months. I decided to buy there as it was a new place and felt that was the way my life should be - a new beginning since the ex was about to leave. Andre asked if I swam, "seen you sit here quite often but you never seem to go into the water". I explained to him that I was not really crazy about swimming and that I actually could not swim. "I don't believe you, everybody knows how to swim". I did not reply. "Don't you swim at the village?" (Each phase of the village has its own outdoor pool, although we are three minutes walk to the beach) "No, but I would like to learn someday". He told me that he was bored with surfing and would like to do something else even for just one day. I asked like what. "Maybe go to a movie..... or the waterfront ....... or the Junction" (this is the local theme park) "So why don't you?" "Don't have the money". "Don't your folks give you pocket money?" "No, they say I surf everyday so what do I need money for". Mike doesn't enjoy going and I don't want to go alone". I did not answer. "I'm going in for another surf.... you going sit and watch me", he said with a broad smile. "Yea". "Can I bum another cigarette when I come out?" I just nodded. Was he now going to perform for me. What is this boy up to, does he know what that smile does between my legs?? I sat there for about an hour watching him surf the waves, eyeing out some of the other bodies on the beach. "Did you watch me catch that great wave", he said smiling, "one day I'm gonna go to J'Bay then Hawaii". "You really enjoy your surfing". "Sure thing, its the best". I contemplated for a moment and thought: 'I suppose at your age that is the best thing, wait till you experience your first orgasm, but kids these days have done it all'. "So what else do you like to do?" "What else is there for us to do here?" "Suppose not much besides the beach and the water". "Ja, if you have bucks then you can go to movies and the like, but don't like sitting inside with weather like this". "Thought you said earlier you wanted to go to movies?" "Not during the day, when I can surf". "So you wanna go at night". "Yea, there's a good one on at the moment". I thought 'I wonder what your parents would say if they knew that you were going to movies with somebody who is old enough to be your father?' "What would your parents say if I said that I would take you?" "They don't need to know ... they don't really care what I do during the holidays". "Do you think that Mike would want to go as well?" "No". "So do you want to go to nite then?" "Genuine" "What you going to tell Mike", I asked. "Not going to tell him" "What time to you wanna go?" "I'll come around later" "Sure, see you when you arrive" "You're number 44?" "Yes". I got up to leave and he gave me another of those smiles. "See you later" I said. I walked along the beach and could not believe that I was inviting a 16 year old to movies, what was coming over me. I don't like young twinks, I prefer men. Do I? Is it all part of the break up, am I seeing things that are not there. Does he want more than friendship? I went back home and decided to surf the net. Why do I keep coming across young guys with older guys - is it some kind of sign. Those smooth chests with only a little bit of pubic hair, those lovely unexplored cocks and balls, not to mention those tight cracks that got licked and opened up by tongues to be penetrated. Those virgin arseholes got me hard, I sat there at the PC and wanked myself. I went up to the bedroom and wanked myself thinking of young Andre. I prefer to bottom and here I am thinking of popping his cherry. ++++++++++ Part 2 I was sitting reading a book and half watching the TV when there was a knock at the front door. Its 8.30, who can that be, why didn't security phone. I opened the front door and there he was standing in a T-shirt, khaki shorts and tackies. He looked at me and must have noticed the astonishment on my face. "Did you forget?" "No ... come on in". "You didn't think I would come did you?" "Wasn't sure" We walked through to the lounge. I was certainly not dressed to go anywhere. "Do you want something to drink ... tea, coffee, coke ... don't think your legal age for anything stronger". "Coke will be fine" and this time the smile appeared across that beautiful tanned face. In the light he looked a little bit older. He came into the kitchen and I got my first smell of his soap. "How old are you Andre?" I asked He looked at me a bit puzzled and said "Why?' "I was just wondering" "16, turning 17 in two months". "What's your name?" "Cliff" I poured us some coke, and I felt like adding something stronger to mine to settle me. So what movie do you wanna go see I asked? He mentioned some name. I took the newspaper to check where it was showing, it was at the movies in the suburb down the road and at the waterfront. I decide to myself that we should go to the waterfront, because some of his school buddies might see us at the other and stories might start. "So what is Mike doing?" checking his game plan. "Suppose he is at home". "Weren't you there this afternoon?" "No, I told him I wasn't feeling well and went home" "Did you walk here?" "Yea" "How did you get through the security?" "Told them I was going to Mike, and they always let me in without phoning to check" Not much of a security system I thought. "The movie starts at 10, so I suppose I better get into something decent" I got up, was he getting out of his chair, "I'll be back now". We got into the car and dove out the complex, at the gate I hoped the security man would not be too observant, which he wasn't. I lit up a cigarette and without thinking offered him one as well, which he took. "Hey, you shouldn't smoke", I said. He looked at me and laughed, you're a fine one to talk, being in the medics. "Well least I don't smoke anything stronger than these, it's so easy to get that stuff at the beach ... fortunately I've seen what it does to people". I looked at him puzzled. "Yea, my brother went to jail because of dagga ... I tried it once with him, it felt great but then he tried..." he looked straight ahead. What did he mean, I know how randy it used to make me when I smoked it some years ago. We drove with him telling me all sorts of things about himself and his family without me having to ask, he did mention that it was only the two of them, but he didn't mention anything more about his brother, besides that he missed having him around, "I sure would like him to come back". Was it nerves or was he always such a bubbly person. I would find out. We got our tickets and I bought us cokes and popcorn - my weakness when I go to movies. The movie was a thriller and he seemed to enjoy it. We decide to walk around the waterfront for a while and went to have some coffee. We went to the 'Mug and Bean', each time I go there I can't believe the waiters, and sure the owner must be gay because there are always these good looking hunks. "What you want?" I asked "What you gonna have? he asked "Think a Dom Pedro would be nice". "What's that?" "It's ice cream with alcohol" "Yea, I wanna try one, have heard my Mom talk about it" We made small talk and enjoyed the Dom Pedro's. As they time progressed he looked more and more tired, was it the surfing or was the Dom Pedro's having an effect. He often sat there and stared me in the eyes, 'what is this boy thinking' and then he would give me this faint smile. "Do you want another one?" "Umm ... you gonna have one?" "Yea, why not" I needed it. We finished our second round and I decide it was time to head home. Without asking I decide to head straight home and see what would develop. We stopped outside and I asked him to open the garage door, which he did after giving me a funny look. We went in and he plonked himself down on the sofa. "Are you tired?" "Just a little, it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. I didn't really think that you would offer to take me to movies when I suggested it this avie" "Why?" "Um ... didn't think you would want to take a guy my age" I decide not to ask him to elaborate. "Think you need some coffee to wake you up" I went to the kitchen to put the percolator on. He came and sat at the breakfast nook, the downstairs is open plan. He sat there and rested his head on the palms of his hands staring at me. I made the coffee and sat opposite him. "Were you ever married?" the question took me by surprise. "No" "Do you have a girlfriend?" why is this boy asking all the questions? "No not at the moment" "What happened to the other guy that used to stay here" how did he know? "He's gone to live somewhere else" "With another guy?" "What do you mean?" "Mike said that you were a homo" I just looked at him, then why did he befriend me at the beach today. "Don't worry I like you" "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No ... um ... they cost money" "But girl surfers won't cost money" "They like older guys who can buy them things and take them out" "Well you can get a job and then you will have money" He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Look at the time its already 2 o'clock" I said. He turned his head to an angle and looked at me. "Do you wanna sleep over?" He nodded his head. I got up and switched off the kitchen light and walked around and put out my hand to him, he took it and we went upstairs. "You can sleep on that side" I started to undress and turned to him "hang your clothes of the chair". He just stood there. and again turned his head to an angle as he had done early. I walked towards him with only my pants on "Do you need some help to take those clothes off?" He did not answer, but a faint smile appeared across his lips. I reached down and pulled his shirt from his shorts, he lifted his arms and off came the shirt. He slowly rested his arms next to his sides. I stood for a moment and admired his smooth hairless chest that was less tanned than his face, hands and feet. He had the juiciest looking tits, which I had to nibble. I went down on my knees before my young Adonis and undid the laces of his tackies, removing each one. I moved my hands up wanting to feel the light hair on those defined legs, but resisted, I undid his button and the zip and pulled down his shorts. In my face was a beautiful basket of young manhood contained in his light blue jocks. I stood up and lead him by the hands towards the bed, turning him around and he slowly sank down onto the bed and turned to lie, with his legs only slightly apart, I pulled the sheet up over him and walked around the bed dropping my jeans to the floor and sitting down on the bed. My own 5 inches straining in the confines of my jocks. I climbed under the sheet and decide that I needed a cigarette to calm me down, I would rather have had something else warm parting my lips. "Do you want ... " --------- If you enjoyed reading about Andre and myself, and want some more episodes, please contact me at cliff69@webmail.co.za