Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 20:57:56 +0200 From: Cliff Smith Subject: My Young Surfer Part 4 If you are offended by cross generation sex please do not read any further. MY YOUNG SURFER Part 4 I closed the door and went into the kitchen to make another cup of tea, 'I must try and cut down on all this tea'. I stood in the kitchen and wanted to pinch myself, was this really happening. I sat at the breakfast nook slowly drinking the tea and smoking. I decide that I better get something's done around the house. I washed up the dishes from breakfast and went up to tidy the bedroom. I looked at the bed and collapsed on it for a while, drifting off slightly when the cell phone rang. "Hi" "What you up to, will you be home later?" It was Len, we have been friends for many years, over the years we have had a very special physical side to our friendship - he's one of those guys you enjoy having sex with, but don't want to get involved with. I wonder what get rich scheme he's into this time. "Nothing planned will be here" "Ok, see you about one". Over the years I had learnt that could mean anytime, he may not even turn up. I went downstairs and decided that I should do some ironing. Put the kettle on again and decided I should check to see what was in the freezer for supper - nothing much. 'Better go off to the shop, maybe get some meat for a braai (barbeque)'. The SPAR was at the entrance to the village and its was a beautiful day, the walk would do me good. Walking down the road I noticed that things seemed to be quite, people on holiday had no doubt gone to the beach, there was also nobody at the pool. Went into and was checking out the meat trying to decide which of the meat packs I should take. "Also going to braai?" I looked up and its was Marius, he stays a few houses down the road. Think he must be in construction, because he drives a pickup, that is rather fucked up and always seems to have planks and paint tins on the back. "Trying to decide, such great weather" "Ja, it's the easiest in this weather, no hot stoves" I chose the meat and decided to get some buns and other stuff. We met up again at the checkout point, he was in front of me. He looked back at me and gave a smile, almost a knowing smile. "See you, going next door to get some liquid" He was off to the bottle store, he gave me the impression of a brandy drinker. Walked out and decided that I had enough alcohol, it didn't appear that Andre was big on alcohol. The bakkie stopped and Marius asked if I wanted a lift, why not I thought. We drove down and he stopped outside the house, the pickup cut out. "So, are we going to braai tonight?" Why not I thought, I need to get to know my neighbours. "Sure, what time?" "Why don't you come around 5 this afternoon" I had not intended it to be today, what about Andre, I deal with that later, I thought. "Sure, I'll see you then" I got out and he drove off giving me a wave and a smile. I went inside and put the things away. I continued with the ironing and was lost in my thoughts of that last 48 hours. The buzzer went, and the gateman informed me that a Mr Len was at the entrance gate. "Yea, let him through". I looked at the clock and it was 1 o'clock - that's a turn up for the books, he sure must want something today. I opened the front door and he drove up and parked. I watched him walk up the path, I had to admire his build, even at 32 he kept himself in trim. We came in and went into the kitchen, we embraced and kissed. Why does he still have this effect on me? He just needs to touch me and I get hard immediately, not that he is far behind. He taught me how to kiss, and many other things over the years. We parted and I poured him some Coke, without even asking if he wanted. We sat in the lounge and he told me the latest scheme, the were always the same - he needed capital to get the venture going, why he thought I would fall for his schemes and invest I had never worked out. He asked if I had heard anything about the Ex, which I hadn't. He told me that he heard that things were not so good, he had had a fling with some other guy. "What's new. Don't think he really knows what he wants" "Would you take him back?" "Not likely", I answered, "why do you ask?" "Pieter told me that he told him that he still loves you and that he had made a mistake by leaving" "Bit late for that, he left I didn't kick him out" We chatted about other things, and I got up to pour more Coke, when he followed me into the kitchen. I poured the drinks and as usually he kissed me and we hugged. He knows how to tease and get me going, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his love life, this was the one of those rear occasions when he initiated - that meant he was needing it more than me. I couldn't complain about what I had had in the last day. We kissed and rubbed against each other, my hand slid down onto his arse, as usually he wasn't wearing any jocks. We went upstairs and started to undress, we very seldom spoke when we had sex. I lay on the bed and waited for him, he stood and his cock was standing erect. I loved sucking him, he always oozed precum. He also had a nice mushroom head that pulled back his foreskin when his cock was erect. He lay next to me on the bed and we embraced, he kissed me, I always melted for him. It was understood that he was the top and I was the bottom, he always took the lead, not that I lay there like a corpse. We kissed and he nibbled on my neck, this was one of my spots, that over the years he had discovered. He rolled over on top of me kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears, he moved down my chest and suck each nipple, something he did not like me to do to him. He rolled off me and caressed each other, it was gentle, this was not just sex, but love making today. I loved running my hands through his fine chest hair, and moved down in between his legs and leant down to take his cock deep into my mouth, I knew with experience that I must not give it to much attention, because he comes too quickly if he's sucked. I moved up and lay on top of him kissing that amazing wet mouth. He rolled me over under him and I could feel the stiffness and oozing precum on my crotch. He pushed my legs apart with his legs and knelt between them. He went down and took my stiff cock into his mouth, it was always warm and wet, he knew how to suck cock. He worked me for a while and then lifted both my legs up to my chest. He had the most flexible legs on any guy I have been with. He spreads his legs so his arse is flat on the bed, and his cock is in line with my mancunt. He tested the door with his thumb, and a smile appeared on his face when his thumb went in easily, he knew that I had had a good fuck in the last day if I opened up so easily. He preferred to fuck without lube. He pulled me towards his cock and he slid all the way in without any resistance. I groaned in satisfaction because he knew exactly where my prostate was, his cock hit the target, he pulled out slightly and pushed in again hit the bull's-eye once again. I rapped my legs around his back and pulled myself up and sat on him, placing my arms around his neck, he slid his hands under my cheeks and lifted me and I slid up and lowered myself onto his shaft. 'Why was it always so good with him?' He moved his hands behind him and lifted himself up so he could straighten his legs, and I could sit on him and control the pace. He grabbed some lube from the tube lying there and put some on my half hard cock - I usually go soft when I'm penetrated. In no time I was hard again and bouncing up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and I could see the ecstasy he was enjoying. He worked my cock with the rhythm that I was bouncing on his cock. It didn't take me long to shoot my load over his chest, he is one of few guys that can get me off when they fuck me, not even the Ex could get that right. My arse was tight now and clenched his cock deep inside me, he was taking his time today to shoot his load, he always seem to have twice as much cum as other guys. It didn't take long when he started to groan and held my hips down on his cock, while he erupted his man juice into me. I leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips. I got off and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean him off. We lay there for a while and enjoyed a smoke once he had got his breath back. "So, who has been visiting?' "What you mean?" I asked trying to sound convincing. "Don't believe you use a dildo, you've had a fuck already today" "Don't know what you talking about" "That's your story and I suppose you sticking to it" "Do you wanna take a shower?" I asked. "Yes, before I go home, Leon is such a cow these days" So there were problems at home. Why he always gets involved with these young queens, only he will know. Listen who's talking I thought, well at least Andre is not a queen. We went to shower and I washed him and started to play with his cock again, to my surprise he got hard again - he couldn't have had a fuck for sometime, he has never got hard so quickly after a fuck before. He took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face the wall and pushed my shoulders with one had and pulled my hips towards him with the other. Without another word he was penetrating me in one swift move: "So who's been fucking this arse?" I didn't answer. He pulled out and rammed his cock back in hard, by this stage my man pussy was wide open and his aggressiveness meant nothing to my pussy. "Are you going to tell me, or must I fuck it out of you?" "Ok, it's a young guy" "What are you now into boys?" He stopped the fucking and held me turning my head towards him, "How old is he?" "16" "What, he must have a big cock, the way you are so open, or has he fucked you the whole night" I started laughing, Len had never spoken this way before. "You shit" pulling his now half limp cock out. He held me against the shower wall, " no wonder you don't want C back, you've no doubt had more sex in one day that what you got out of C in a month. How long has this been going on" I told him briefly the story while we dried ourselves off and got dressed. "So when do I meet the boy" he asked "Don't know, depends on how long it lasts. We went downstairs and finished off the Coke before he decided it was time to go. We kissed and hugged as I let him out the door. As we walked down the path there he was. Andre was walking towards us with his wetsuit top folded down bearing his smooth chest. 'Oh shit' I thought. "Let me introduce you" "Len, Andre" "Andre, Len" there was no smile only a deadpan look. 'How do I explain this if he asks any questions'. "Will see you again" Len said as he got into his car. He started and reversed out the driveway. Andre was already walking up the pathway to the front door. I waved goodbye and Len drove off. Andre waited at the door and let me go in first. I had taken two steps inside when the door slammed, my wrist was grabbed and he pulled me around towards him. "Who the fuck was that?" he yelled. His eyes were narrow and anger written all over his face. I decide not to answer and just looked at him. "I bet his cum is still warm in your arse. Did he fuck you good and hard? You're a slut, I can't even leave you for a few hours and some other butch number is fucking you" I tried to move my arm, but he was holding my wrist tightly. 'Don't struggle, just relax, he'll calm down' I thought. --------- If you enjoyed reading about Andre and myself, and want some more episodes, please contact me at cliff69@webmail.co.za To all readers: Any of you who would like to send me a net picture of what you imagine Andre looks like please do so. Looking forward to the replies