Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 22:40:42 -0600 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: Surfer Boy Surprise Surfer Boy Surprise by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a teenage boy. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (/nifty/prolific.html#xavierl). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. I have lived across from a surfer's paradise for years. Those hard, tanned bodies have me jacking off every day. I spend a lot of time on the beach obviously, but my home is close enough to where they park and wax their boards, that I don't even have to leave my porch to enjoy the views. The last couple of weeks I have had one in particular who has caught my eye. I have haunted his footsteps on the beach numerous times. Once I even had good enough fortune to be standing next to him in the bathroom. He is incredibly gorgeous. I'm guessing he's around 15-16 years old. Tight and toned tan body with dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. I have flirted with him as bravely as I dare. Nothing. On the 3rd week, I had a bit of a surprise. My little hottie was sitting on top of the short wall across the street slowing waxing his board. Every so often he peered in my direction. I wish I could've seen the expression on his face to know what was going on in his mind. Unfortunately, my phone rang interrupting my curiosity and sightseeing. I took my call and hung up the phone. I was heading to the kitchen to get myself a drink when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was a bit surprised. I opened my door to find emerald green eyes set in a tanned face staring at me. I stood there with my jaw open. "Umm, hey. I was wondering if I could get some water." I blinked twice before stammering, "Uh, yeah, sure." I turned around and walked to the kitchen while he followed me, shutting the door behind me. "I'm Bill. What's your name?" I asked, trying hard to keep my hands from shaking while I poured him a glass of water. He was standing by the counter, and I finally realized he was shirtless. I was so distracted by his washboard abs, I didn't realize, or didn't hear, he hadn't answered my question. I nervously handed him the glass of water. He started drinking sloppily. I watched water flowing down his bare chest. "I'll get a towel," I said. With my back turned I heard some water splash on the floor too. "You OK?" "Yeah." I handed him the towel, but he didn't take it. He just stood there staring at me intensely. I moved it closer to him. This time he grabbed my hand and moved the towel to his chest. My heart was racing now, and my throat felt dry. He guided my hand to dry up the water. As my hand got closer to his trunks, I got nervous for some reason. "I'll get the water on the floor," I said and got to my knees and started wiping up the spill. Some motion caught my attention, however. I began looking up and noticed his trunks were around his ankles. My eyes followed his hairy legs slowly upward until I saw his hairy sac and a large hard cock surrounded by a bush of dark brown hair. "Suck my dick faggot." I looked up. I was shocked by the situation as much as by his language toward me. I watched him hand grab his thick, cut dick. He moved closer and lightly slapped me in the face. "Suck it!" he ordered me, his free hand grabbing my head and shoving it toward his big meat. I was still in shock, but with the head of his dick rapidly approaching my mouth, I had no choice but to open up. His cock roughly entered my mouth. The scent of sun tan lotion entered my nose, as I greedily devoured his young meat. He stepped out of his trunks and broadened his stance more. He placed both of his hands behind my head and started fucking my face roughly. I grabbed the back of his muscular legs. "Take the whole thing cocksucker!" he almost yelled. I struggled to take his large rod, but the position was just making me gag. "Let's go to the couch," he said. I released his dick and followed his naked athletic body to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, his knees wide apart. I got on the couch next to him and immediately replaced my lips on his teen meat. One of my hands gently massaged his low hangers. "Take it all fucker!" he ordered again, this time shoving my head down with his hand. I gagged pitifully and quickly began forcing myself to relax. After a bit I finally got his whole rod in my throat. "Yeah faggot! Suck my cock!" He bent a leg so his foot was planted on the couch cushion. As I sucked his cock, he started pushing up with his pelvis. "Fuck yeah! You love sucking cock, don't you bitch?" In response I deep throated him again. "Sonofabitch!" he nearly bellowed. I could feel his cock swelling, and I tasted the saltiness of his precum. "I'm gonna cum! You going to swallow it faggot?" I wasn't going to waste time by answering him. I just picked up the pace. His fucking motions became more urgent, and his hand returned to my head. I froze into position and let him fuck my mouth. "Shit. Shit!" he said, pounding my mouth even harder. And then I couldn't breathe as his seed exploded into my throat. I held my breath to keep from coughing and eagerly swallowed his load. Not only did he have a huge cock, but I could almost barely keep up with the flow of his young jizz. I milked him until the flow finally slowed. I released his cock and began sucking on his large balls. Some of the ocean water was still trapped in his pubes, and I sucked his nuts while he moaned and until all the saltiness of the sea had disappeared. I returned to his cock where I noticed a thin stream of white was escaping his dick. I deep throated him again so I didn't waste any of the precious fluid. I released him and sat backwards trying to catch my breath. I scanned his body memorizing every curve and line. "How about my water?" he asked. "Sure. Yeah, sure." I said returning to the kitchen quickly. When I returned and handed him his water, he drank deeply. He set the water down and looked at me. "Why are you standing there? Get me hard again." This time I knelt between his legs and started working his balls again with my lips. Then I took his semihard dick into my mouth and gently coaxed it back to life. It didn't take long at all. Once it was completely hard, I started sucking it faster. I took a brief break to suck on his luscious balls. "You take it up the ass, man?" he asked. I almost choked. I didn't want to let go of his dick, so I simply nodded my head and said "Mmmmhmmmm." I continued sucking him in silence for a few moments before he said: "Bend over that chair." I released his cock and wiped the saliva off my mouth. "We need lube, dude. Your dick is too big." "You got some?" "Yeah." "Then fuckin' go get it." I almost replied Yes sir! as I got up and ran to my bedroom. I grabbed my lube and rushed back to the living room. "You got AIDS or anything else?" he asked. "No way," I answered and stood there motionless while he stroked his dick slowly. "You gonna take your clothes off or what?" Shit! "Sorry," I replied and quickly started stripping my clothes off. I saw him grab the lube and start applying it to his thick meat. Once my pants were off, he stood up and moved toward me. I practically ripped my underwear off. I knelt down and bent over the chair, supporting my chest on the cushion. He wasted no time in moving behind me. The feel of his bare skin against mine sent chills through me. I reached back and spread my cheeks part. He put one hand between my hip and lower back, and then I felt his cock rubbing against my hole. I tightened up reflexively as I considered his sizable cock entering me. When I felt the head of his dick push into my hole, what I feared happened. It hurt like hell! I grabbed the throw pillow from the chair and bit into it as he forged ahead. I could tell instantly this was not going to be a gentle fuck. He had no concept of what it must be like to be on the other end of his cock. He didn't wait to allow me to adjust. He just kept shoving that mean rod into me. "Goddamn your tight! I figured you'd be loose faggot." What was I going to say? It had been a LONG time since I had been fucked, much less by monster meat. I strained against his dick remembering that I had once read that that made it easier when you were getting fucked. I don't know if it made a difference for him, but at least my hole didn't burn so much. After what seemed like an eternity, I could finally feel his pelvis pushed up against me. "I don't know why you fags like taking it, but now I sure in the fuck know why they like sticking it in you! Fuck!" I was too tight for him to really get going, so he started with long, slow strokes. He pulled back far and then slammed it back in. Every time his cock plunged forward into my hole, my ass hurt like hell, and it felt like he would push my dick out! As I got used to his pole more, I could relax, and I noticed his speed picking up as well. The pain was subsiding, and I could release my hold on the pillow. I felt him repositioning behind me. He was on his feet now, knees bent. I felt his arms wrap around my torso. I didn't catch myself before I heard myself yell "Yes, fuck me!" "You got it bitch!" he said. Next I was gripping the sides of the chair cushion as he began pounding my ass. His hot sweaty chest was pressed against mine as he freed up his hips to ram my hole. "Like that faggot?" "YES!" I almost screamed. His grip tightened, and his pace picked up. I was moaning, and I didn't give a shit what he thought. He could call me whatever he wanted as long as he kept that cock in my ass! Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. NO! I screamed quietly. "Get on the floor." I quickly did as he told me and got on the floor in doggie position. He got behind me, reinserted his dick, and picked up where he left off. His fingers gripped my hips so hard it almost hurt. The next thing I knew, he was pushing my upper back down. I let my chest sink down so my ass was up in the air more. He was fucking me frantically now. Our bodies were slapping together, and I could feel his nuts bouncing against me. He was making shorter thrusts now. "I'm gonna fill your ass up bitch!" he said as his fucking picked up speed. He was grunting now. I clenched my ass against his rod, and he moaned loudly followed by an ever louder "FUCK!" and then his body froze. I felt his cock twitching inside me and knew was shooting. Soon his body was relaxing more. I raised myself back up supported by my hands. His body rested against me while he continued to unload. I repeatedly clenched and unclenched my hole causing his dick to spasm. When he was done, he pulled out. As he got up, he slapped my ass and then fell backward onto the couch. I turned over and watched him gasping for air. He looked over at me and apparently noticed my hard-on. "Go ahead and take care of that man." I started stroking my cock quickly. I was blowing my wad in seconds. "Get my shorts, man." I got up and retrieved his trunks and handed them to him. "Put them on me." I knelt down and put them on his legs and pushed them up his tanned, hairy legs and then his muscular thighs. As my hands got closer to his nuts, I bent over, moved his cock aside and lightly sucked on his balls. "Not now. I gotta get to work." I finished pushing them up. He stood up, and I finished placing them on his waist. "You got a hot tub?" he asked as he headed to the door. "Yeah." "Good. I'll be over tomorrow afternoon. I got all night, and you're gonna keep my cock busy the whole time." He opened the door and walked out without waiting to hear my answer.