Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 21:34:57 -0400
From: Hyacinth Fire <hyacinth.fire@gmail.com>
Subject: Surferboy Suckoff (M/t, gay, oral)

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i traveled to the beach last weekend, specifically because i had been
craving a surfer boy. i had a more or less regular boy near where i
lived, but he was just your average kid. something about the summer
heat had reminded me that i hadn't had a beach boy -- sun-bleached
hair, tanned skin, flat toned stomach, wet swimming trunks clinging to
his body, perhaps a puma shell necklace set just above the smooth
hairless skin of his teenage chest -- in far too long.

i should introduce myself -- my name's kyle, and i'm 28. i have brown
hair and green eyes, 6'2 with a swimmer's build (though i haven't
really swum since college). i also have a nice fat 7" uncut cock --
not huge, but big enough to look great with a boy's lips wrapped
around it, and wide enough that i have to finger a cherry (virgin) boy
for awhile before i stuff it in.

from the time i was 17 -- when i had a little unexpected action with a
13 year old boy i was babysitting -- i've been exclusively interested
in younger boys. my ideal age is 13 or 14, though sometimes i've
expanded my range to 12-15. for those of you with experience, you know
the truth: once you've had boypussy, nothing else really compares.

so i had gone to a relatively popular beach a few hours' drive from
where i live specifically looking for a surfer boy. i hadn't cum in a
week, since i decided i was going to make the trip, so i had a nice
big load ready for whatever boy i encountered. ideally i was hoping to
fuck a boy, but dumping my load in a teenboy's mouth wouldn't be a bad
deal either.

i arrived friday evening and got a room on the boardwalk with a great
view. i bought a case of cheap beer, then headed to bed. it took a lot
of self control to not go out prowling that night, but i knew i would
have better luck -- and more time once i was successful -- on
saturday.

frustratingly, on saturday i wandered around the beach and the
boardwalk for hours, seeing all kinds of enticing boyflesh yet having
very little luck. my general strategy is always to get a boy alone,
offer him a blowjob and then push him to do more from there. on the
beach that usually meant following a hot boy into a bathroom or
changing room in order to get him alone, since there was nowhere
private or hidden from view on the beach itself, and the arcades and
fast food joints were too risky with the crowds coming in and out.

it was quickly nearing the end of the day and i was becoming quite
disappointed. i had followed one pert boyass into a bathroom, from the
looks of it about 13 years old, and thought i had found the one:
standing next to him at the urinal he seemed to be taunting me,
leaning back so i could watch as he held his semi-stiff little boydick
in his hand. i let him scope out my hardened mancock as well and he
did, giggling when i looked up at his face.

but then in a flash and a high chirp of laughter, his shorts were
zipped up and he was running out of the bathroom. cocktease. he
deserved to be given what it was clear he wanted deep down, but i
didn't have the energy to go chasing after some confused little
bitchboy who was probably humping his older brother's bed every
afternoon and then feeling guilty when the teen arrived home after
football practice, pretending to avoid his little brother's hungry
stares at his bulging crotch.

besides which, boyslut teases like that always got what they needed
eventually; he probably wouldn't even get to high school before some
guy would shove him up against a bathroom stall and stretch him out
for good.

but that didn't help me much now -- i still needed a surfer boy! i
headed back out to the beach as the light started to fade, the kites
and glowsticks coming out all along the shoreline.

in the dim light, i saw in the distance a boy running along the water.
he was definitely carrying a surfboard, and a bag as well, and seemed
to be in a wet suit.

as he got closer i guessed he was about 14, with deliciously long hair
that had been bleached blonde by the sun. he was tall for his age,
probably about 5'10, but skinny and compact; i swore i could see the
muscles in his thighs through the dark wetsuit as they pumped down the
shore.

i stared at the boy quite openly as he approached, and nearing me he
saw the direction of my gaze. passing me, he turned his head and
grinned slightly. "hey," he said, slightly out of breath, but kept
running.

i made a full turn and admired his tight little ass as he moved away
from me. my faith restored in the never-exhausted supply of plowable
young boyflesh, i began walking after him -- not running, but keeping
him in my sights. before long i watched as he turned toward a changing
room near the edge of the beach and went inside.

i arrived about three minutes later. his surfboard was leaning up
against the wall inside, but no sign of the boy. there was a large
changing area, then a smaller hallway with a couple of sinks, leading
to a pair of urinals and a pair of stalls. glancing underneath, i
could see that the boy was in one of the stalls.

i sat down on the bench in the changing area, pretending to fiddle
with my cell phone. i heard some wet sucking and slapping sounds as he
pulled the skintight wetsuit off his damp body. oh to be in the stall
with him! i was lucky it was the end of the day and there were few
people around (and no one else in the changing room) as i had a pretty
visible lump in my shorts.

before too long, i heard the latch turn and my surferboy emerged --
clad only in board shorts, carrying his wetsuit and bag around one
arm.

he saw me and stopped for a moment, clearly a little surprised that i
had followed him. i just smiled.

the boy's chest, i could see in the indoor light, was deeply tan,
along with his arms and legs, with virtually no tanline from his
wetsuit, indicating that he probably did a fair amount of bodysurfing
as well. (and wouldn't i love to surf his body! hehe! heh. yeah.)

the boy's chest looks flat and hard, with perky little nipples, still
a little stiff from the chilled wetsuit, just begging to be sucked on.
he didn't quite have a six-pack of abs, but he could probably argue
for a four-pack, set off with an adorable "outie" belly button. no
puma shell necklace on this boy, but he did have a small black cord
around his neck. his feet were rather small, clad in flip flops, and
his legs looked nearly hairless -- a good sign.

oh, and did i mention before his pert little ass? well. let me say
again -- he has a delectably tight, bubbly, plowable young behind.
fourteen for sure.

i figure he's heading out of the building at that point, and i'm
trying to think up a good pickup line as he approaches -- when to my
delight, he puts his stuff down on the bench across from me, turns,
and proceeds to a urinal.

as nonchalantly as i can, i walk up to the urinal next to him.

i get my cock out and glance over at the boy. he's staring right at me.

"i saw you looking at me on the beach," he says. his voice is that
beautifully crackly early-teen voice -- not as high as a young boy,
but still undeveloped, raspy and prone to breaking into a whimper or
whine an octave above the normal register. my dick twitches.

i look down the kid's body, and his boycock is fully erect, pointing
straight out as he holds it in his hand. not urinating one bit.

"i sure was," i say honestly. i look back up into his eyes and say,
"looks like you have a problem there. and i bet i could help."

i point over to the last stall, which is larger than the other and has
a nearly full-length locking door. i walk over to the stall and hear
him grab his stuff from the changing area, then trot behind me into
the stall.

i turn, and he's got his stuff in one arm and his surfboard in the other.

"don't want anyone to take it," he says.

i chuckle.

there's a small ledge in this stall, probably for changing babies or
small children. the boy drops his stuff on the floor and leans his
surfboard against the wall. i pick him up by his narrow little waist
and hoist him up onto the ledge.

he laughs, and grins. "wow," he says.

"you're gonna be saying that a lot more," i tell him, and get on my knees.

i pull down his board shorts with one yank. true to form, he doesn't
have any underwear on underneath. his 4 1/2 inch boycock juts up
toward the ceiling. the boy is uncut, but his skin has rolled back and
the tip of his boydick is glistening with excitement.

behind the shaft, i can see a small patch of dark blonde pubes. his
nuts aren't completely hairless, unfortunately, but i could probably
count the number of hairs on my hands.

and while the rest of his body is tanned a medium brown, the area
around his boyprick is a pale, almost ghostly white. i can see some
light blue veins running under his pubic area, before being masked by
the startling tan line just past the tip of his boydick. he's too
young to yet have a happy trail mar his upper crotch, and his upper
thighs are equally pale, devoid of any hair, and as i take them in my
hands and lift them -- so that he's perched on the ledge, with his
legs over my shoulders -- i can see that his tight little boyass is
smooth and pale as well, with a small pink hole tempting me in the
center.

i lean in and lick him wetly, from under his ballsac to the tip of his
boycock. he moans, loud, and i have to look up at him with a sharp
expression on my face before his hand flies to his mouth, covering the
natural sounds of the boy's ecstasy.

it's a good thing too, because just a few moments later we hear
someone come in. with the boy's legs in the air there was no reason
for anyone to think something was out of the ordinary, and we stayed
almost motionless as the person used the urinal, washed his hands and
left.

i say "almost motionless" because for most of that time i'm gently
licking and nibbling along the boy's cock. as a result, when the
intruder does finally leave the kid is frantic with lust. he drops his
hand momentarily to whisper hoarsely "please suck me!" with all the
urgency a 14 year old boy in heat can muster.

i don't waste time with the kid, and immediately take his
middle-school boyprick all the way in my mouth. he's squirming and i
can tell he'd be moaning some more without his hand. i begin sucking,
in and out, then run my hands up his chest to tweak his nipples.

the boy loves that, and begins humping my face as i brush and rub his
stiff little boynips. i run my hands back down his smooth sides and
then onto his nutsack as i blow him, rubbing and pulling on his
boyballs gently.

i feel his whole body vibrating from the moans he's pressing into his
hand. my left hand still on his nuts, he's humping me furiously now,
as i move my right hand down to his asscheeks, no longer touching the
ledge as he tries to get deeper into my mouth.

i rub the 14 year old's smooth boyass before running my fingers into
his crack and over his boyhole. then i begin to concentrate there,
rubbing circles around the outside of the kid's fuckhole. i want to
finger his tight little boycunt, but i don't -- yet. i can tell the
boy is close.

within a few seconds, i feel his boypucker clasping underneath the tip
of my finger, and he pushes his crotch toward my face forcefully.
three strong jets of boyjuice rocket out from his wet boyprick and i
swallow them down. he's not moaning anymore, locked in silent boygasm
as i feel a few smaller spurts exit him.

slowly, his boyass lowers back down to the ledge, and i pull my mouth
off his boydick with a wet smack, his foreskin rolling partway over
his cockhead as his boyprick begins to deflate.

"shit," he says. "that was great. now all i need is a drink and some weed."

i stand up as the boy clambers down from his perch. "well, i can't
help you with the weed," i say, "but i've got plenty of beer in my
room if you want some."

oh yes, dear reader, that was most certainly part of the plan! you'd
be surprised how eager young teenagers are for beer -- which they
usually don't have access to -- and the things they'll do when they
get it.

"yeah?" he says. i watch as he bends over to pick up his board shorts.
tragically he doesn't give me a shot of his tight little boyass, but
crouches and then stands up. still, he's plowable and i want him in my
bed.

"definitely," i say.

we head up to the room and i proceed to get him fully plastered. he
tells me about how he'd been fantasizing about getting a blowjob
almost every day, and how fucking great it was and he understood now
why guys always talked about it. he started telling me that he had
weird sexual dreams like being naked on his surfboard (which was
propped up against the tv in my room) and seeing a girl strip for him
on the beach.

yes, this little boyslut thought he was straight.

he's just had something like his fourth or fifth beer and he's lying
on my bed on his back, his legs over the edge and his feet on the
floor. i crawl over to him and start touching his body, moving my
hands over his chest and playing with his nipples.

the boy begins to giggle drunkenly, and i move my hands down over his
taut stomach into his board shorts, across his pubes and to his
boydick, stiff and throbbing once again.

i yank down his shorts for a second time and pull them all the way
off. he's completely naked save for the cord around his neck, and his
whole body is squirming as he thrusts his developing crotch against my
body. he giggles some more.

"are you gonna suck me again?" he asks with a grin.

i match his grin with my own and lean in close to his face. "nope," i
say with a smile.

i stand up and proceed to shed my clothes. his drunken immature brain
is clearly confused, and he can't even seem to process what i'm doing.
i lay back down next to him and lean over to kiss his stomach. he
thinks i'm moving southward again and tries to push me with his hands,
but i suckle my way up his body to his nipples -- he moans here, and i
get to hear what he would have sounded like in the stall had we not
been in public -- and then up his neck.

the middle school boy is confused again but i take his head in my
hands and hold it in place as i press my lips to his. he resists but i
push my tongue in -- and surprisingly, before very long he's sucking
on it.

i know i have him now.

i pull my mouth off his. he's flushed and he looks disoriented. i
climb on top of him and straddle his chest, then move forward and put
my cock in his face.

the boy tries to say no, but i slip my mancock into his mouth and
start pushing before he gets a chance. the kid is so drunk he can't
really struggle, and pretty soon i feel him start to suck on it. my
cock is really stretching his lips and each time i push in i try to go
a little further into his mouth. i'm leaking precum copiously and i
know at this point he's got the taste of mancock overwhelming his
senses.

this is the real suckoff, and the only reason i offered to blow him in
the first place.

i push in deeper and he gags a little. i let him feel the thickness of
my cock in his throat for a few more seconds and then i pull out
partway so he can breathe.

before long i know i'm gonna nut, so i start jacking off into
surferboy's mouth, the head planted firmly between his lips and my
hand moving up and down the shaft. he tries to move because he
realizes what's happening, but i reach out with my other hand and hold
his head in place. the boy is just too drunk to really do much.

seconds later i begin filling up his 14 year old mouth with sperm. as
i mentioned, i hadn't had an orgasm for a week, so my balls were quite
full -- i'd estimate at least seven or eight good shots of mancum were
getting blasted into this bitchboy's mouth.

i hold the top of the eighth grader's head firmly so he can't turn
away, and because of the position he's in he has to gulp down my semen
or choke. i watch as his adam's apple bobs up an down, listening to
him slurp and gurgle as i empty my nuts down his throat. he gags a
couple of times, and some of my sperm shoots out of his nose (a
phenomenon one of my online buddies told me is called "the dirty
dragon" and/or "the angry dragon"). the sound of surferboy struggling
to gulp down my seed causes me to spurt out a few extra shots for my
new boyslut.

i still don't know his name. nor do i care.

i keep my cock in his mouth until i'm pretty sure he's swallowed all
of my load, then i gently withdraw, wiping my slimy dick on his pouty
junior high lips.

his face is flushed and there's visible sperm in and around his mouth,
especially in the depression just under his nose where the semen that
came out his nostrils has settled. because i had waited so long to
cum, my sperm was quite thick, and i could tell there were still
remnants of it all over the boy's tongue.

the kid's eyes have a dazed look on them. when he realizes i'm really
done he sits up.

"dude i didn't know you were gonna..." he starts.

i take him in my arms and pull him back down to bed, lying next to me.

"well, i let you do it in my mouth," i say. "it's only fair."

"oh..." he says vaguely. "but i mean i didn't know...that i was gonna
have to...you know."

"take my cock in your mouth?"

"yeah."

"ah," i say, and smile.

he looks at me, still confused.

"still feeling drunk?" i say.

"yeah."

we watch tv for a bit to let the alcohol wear off. he tells me his
parents don't expect him home for dinner, which is a good thing since
sending a drunk boy home can be risky.

i let the kid rinse off in my shower because i'm feeling generous.
though while he's in there i reach in and swipe all the towels.

i'm amused to see him emerge, naked and dripping, hands covering his crotch.

"it's not like i haven't seen it up close and personal," i say,
holding a towel out in front of him. he blushes but doesn't move. he
reaches for the towel and i pull it away.

the boy realizes what i want and drops both his hands. his soft little
boydick is cute, the skin pulled forward and his sparse pubes slightly
more visible from being wet and matted. his boynuts are full and low
from the warmth of the shower, providing a nice perch for his uncut
boycock.

i make sure the boy feels my eyes roaming up and down over his nude
body before i hand him the towel, which he grabs out of my hand as
soon as he can reach it. i grin as i watch the kid dry off.

i admire his tan line once again, at his waist and partway down his
creamy thighs.

his head clearing, the boy seems to be realizing what he did, blushing
and refusing to look me in the eye. but i also see him eyeing the
ample supply of beer i still have, on the floor behind me.

"come back tomorrow," i say. "i'll have plenty more where that came from."

i intentionally don't specify if i mean the beer or my mancum.

he blushes intensely and stares at the floor. "yeah maybe," he says softly.

the boy asks for my number. i tell him i'll call his cell from mine
(to make sure i get his number too), and i have the pleasure of
watching him walk around the bed, naked, and bend over to pick up his
phone out of the bag. when he bends over his pale creamy boyass parts
and i can see his smooth, tight little fuckhole just begging to be
plowed. yeah, i'll be taking that cherry when he gets back!

he pulls on his shorts and, without looking at me in the eyes again,
heads out the door, awkwardly pulling his surfboard through the
doorway.

i'm skeptical he'll be back without some prodding, but later that
night i get a text from him, making sure i'm definitely going to "let"
him come back.

he's a boyslut all right. he might have convinced himself he's coming
for the beer or another blowjob, but in my experience boys that age
really desire mancock, some of them just don't realize it.

i think at some level he realizes that he's gonna get his boypussy
plowed. he said at some point during the day that "people say i got a
nice ass" and i said i definitely agreed.

i didn't opt to tell him that he should be calling it a boypussy. that
will come tomorrow.

***to be continued***

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