Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 22:43:43 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Surfer #2

THE SURFER
By
Lee Mariner

October 2002

DISCLAIMER: This gay fantasy is intended for adult readers only. It depicts
sex acts between men and young men. The characters are fictional and in no
way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived
similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING
THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: October 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #1


September can be a month of changes, hot for a few days but interspersed
with cooler days. The cool days are indicators that summer is struggling
against the change of the seasons. Foliage starts displaying the brilliant
colors of autumn slowly changing the trees and bushes into an array of
blazing color and the days becoming shorter.

September slips into October and summer clothing is replaced with light
jackets, sweaters and long trousers. The days of October are usually a mix
of sunshine brilliant or gray overcast skies. It was on a dreary overcast
day that I met Toby. He was surfing alone on gray, rough seas and an empty
beach. . . . .

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During the summers I seldom visited the beaches since it was so hot and the
horse flies were everywhere. The air conditioning in my office and home were
preferable. Some of my gay friends would brave the discomforts covering
themselves with bug spray and suntan lotion on the off chance they might
encounter one of the many young surfers. No one ever really knew for sure
except the stories were long on rhetoric and short on fact.

At cocktail parties it was amusing listening to their stories of the
magnificent Adonis that they just knew they could have had except for
someone else that had interfered just as they were about to make their move.
It always sounded so much like the fisherman that had lost the biggest fish
in the ocean when his line broke or the hook had slipped from the fish's
mouth. It made them feel better, I guess, telling their stories and hearing
the sounds of pity from the listeners. Some of the stories were pure fantasy
and made for good listening but Father Time was sneaking up on all of us.

At my age, 55, I was still in good shape but not as hard muscled even with
daily exercise. My hair was dark brown with the inevitable hint of gray at
the temples and my skin while not as taut as it once was, was still smooth
and firm. There were no bulging muscles, never had been, but I didn't need
to be ashamed. My stomach was still hard and flat from doing 200 setups
daily along with a light workout on the Bowflex exercise machine I had
bought when I turned 40.


Even with daily exercise, it was becoming painfully clear that most of the
younger crowd were not that interested in someone in their fifties. In my
teens and twenties it was never a matter of conquest but picking whom I
wanted for the evening. A few quick glances or a look was all it usually
took. There were the many that lingered at a urinal in a public bathroom
displaying their erect endowment or a few glances in a bar or restaurant.
There are many different ways of meeting someone for a casual afternoon or
evening.  As you get older though the glances your way are less frequent and
returned even less frequently. I didn't meet Toby in a bathroom, bar or
restaurant. We met on a chilly dismal overcast Saturday in October on a
deserted beach.

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The day was too cold for shorts or muscle shirts and it was drizzling rain.
Gray/white clouds scudded across the overcast sky making it an even more
dismal day. I didn't really want to go out but I was selling a piece of
property not far from the beach and after going over the listing with my
real estate agent, I was free for the day and it was almost time for lunch.

There was a Wendy's fast food restaurant on Ocean Blvd just a couple of
blocks from where my property was so I decided to have one of their
combinations for lunch.

On Ocean Blvd, if the waves are really big, you could hear them breaking on
the beach when you drove down the blvd. From the sound, they must have been
pretty big and after going through the drive-in I drove to the parking area
where most of the surfers parked planning on eating my lunch and watching
the waves but not really expecting anyone would be surfing in October. I was
wrong.

The parking area was not really a parking lot as you think of one. It was
dirt that someone had spread gravel over trying to fill in the holes making
it less muddy and the entrance was a break in the curbing. There was a thick
grove of trees that had grown on the right of the entrance where most of the
action took place. The area had gotten a reputation as a good pickup place
but it was a little dangerous. More then one mugging had happened in among
the trees and the cops were known to use young kids as traps, luring some
horny guys in and then arrest them on a trumped up charge of child
molestation.

There was a mud covered red jeep sitting at the front edge by the sea grass
close to the side where the trees grew. If there was anyone in the trees, I
wasn't going to try and find out.

The jeep had big tires and a canvas roof with opaque plastic windows on the
sides. I parked 15 or 20' away looking it over. It was empty but the back
was filled with I didn't know what. Camping gear and clothes I guessed
without being sure but the license plate showed the vehicle was from
Michigan and the back window flap had a University of Michigan decal stuck
too it.

I left the engine of my car running so it would stay warm while I walked out
on the sand. There was a lone surfer on the water and from what I knew of
surfing he looked like he knew what he was doing. Running back to the car I
snatched my jacket from the back seat and taking the coffee I had gotten at
Wendy's went back and watched him. He was wearing a black wet suit and after
his second ride he looked up to where I was standing about 30 yards away. He
didn't give any indication he had seen me although he must have, he just
paddled back out into the waves on his board for another ride.

I watched him for two more rides before returning too my car. Even with the
coffee, the drizzle and chill was uncomfortable. The cheeseburger and fries
for my lunch were not as tasty as they would have been they were cold. The
sandwich was still a little warm but not the fries, I ate them anyway,
ignoring indigestion and wishing I had gotten a larger coffee. The wind had
started picking up and from where I was sitting I could see the whitecaps
were thicker and closer together then they had been.

I was going to look and see if the surfer was still at it when I saw his
head and then the rest of him coming over the sea grass ridge carrying his
board under his right arm. He was about 6' and the black wet suit showed he
was well built, not bodybuilder built but surfer swimmer built. Lean with
broad shoulders a small waist and heavily muscled thighs and calves. The
suit covered him from head to ankles but it just as might have well been a
second skin it was so tight. From what I could see of his face he looked to
be in his late teens or early twenties and he had dark eyebrows. He looked
at me sitting in my car, the engine running, with a cold almost empty coffee
cup at my lips and nodded his head in my direction. One of those passing
nods that really says nothing except I see you sitting there type nod.

Leaning his board against the side of his truck he pulled the hood covering
his head off, his hair was dark brown, much like mine had been when I was
younger and unconsciously I ran my hand over my head watching as he flipped
the flap up on the back of his jeep.

He took his board and stuffed it in the back of the jeep and after dropping
the flap back down he opened the side door pulling the zipper on his wet
suit down to his waist. I could see he was not wearing anything under the
suit and I wondered if he was entirely naked. Turning slightly he looked my
way and then leaned inside his jeep pulling out what looked like a pair of
shorts and a t-shirt throwing them on top and then put a pair of black
sneakers on the gravel. His socks were stuffed inside his shoes.

For a minute I didn't believe he was going to take the suit off with me
sitting and watching but with his back to me he started shrugging the suit
off pulling the arms inside out. The upper part of his suit dropped around
his waist and I could see his back muscles, smooth and glistening from the
dampness rippling from the effort. My cock started swelling cramped inside
my jockey shorts.

He took his t-shirt from the where he had put it and slipped it on over his
head and I detected a slight shiver as he did. He pushed his suit down over
his hips and I could see he was wearing a jockstrap. Leaning over he rolled
the wetsuit down over his legs and I had a glimpse of his butt-hole before
he straightened up. Turning slightly he hung the suit over the door letting
me see his flat stomach lightly covered with dark hair and a full pouch
before he put his shorts on.

My cock was rock hard, my heart was beating faster and I had that tingling
feeling of pre-cum oozing upwards from my nuts. It felt like I had been
watching an erotic show and I was almost gasping for air my breathing had
become so erratic.

Shifting slightly in my seat with my hand squeezing my cock I watched
waiting for him to put on a jacket or something but he closed the door of
his jeep and picking up his shoes moved to the door of my car knocking on
the window.

Pushing the down button, I opened the window half way and he leaned down
looking in. His dark blue eyes sparkled and his dark hair falling over his
forehead gave him a rakish look.

"Hi mister." He said smiling slightly. "Would you mind if I sat with you and
warmed up a little while I put my shoes on? My sweat shirt and jeans are in
my duffel bag and I can't get to them right now."

I managed to stammer yes and unlocking the door he slid inside placing his
shoes on the floor of the car. His shorts bunched up in his crotch and even
with a jockstrap on he showed a large bulge.

"Thanks." He said. "The water was cold but with the rain and the wind I was
freezing when I took my wetsuit off. It takes a little time before it warms
up in the jeep and I didn't think about it being this cold or I would have
had my other clothes where I could get to them. I really appreciate you
letting me warm up."

The rain had started getting heavier then when I pulled in and the wind had
picked up. I could see the Goosebumps on his biceps and thick muscled
thighs.  "My jacket is in the back if you would like to put it on, it might
help you warm up." I said.

"That's okay but thanks anyway, I'll be okay in a few minutes." He said
lifting up and pulling his shorts down. "I just wish I could have gotten my
jeans, these shorts are kinda tight from the dampness."

"I'm sorry I don't have any hot coffee or I would offer you some, it always
helps to get something hot inside when you're cold."

"Yeah, anything hot inside helps." He said grinning impishly and I didn't
catch the significance of what he had said until later.

"If you want something hot, there is a Wendy's close by. We could run over
there." I said feeling my cock starting to soften a little from talking with
him.

"Hey, that would be great if you wouldn't mind?" He said putting his hand on
the door handle. "I'll get my wallet from under the seat."

"That's okay." I said backing away from the edge of the gravel.

I didn't want him to get out of my car but at the same time he didn't have
to stay with me, the door was unlocked and he could have gotten out if he
wanted to.

On the way too Wendy's I introduced myself, "My name is Carl Clevenger but
my friends call me CC. I noticed your license plate is Michigan, is that
your home?"

"Nah." He said turning slightly towards me hanging one arm over the back of
the seat. "I'm from Indiana, names Toby McCall. Nice meeting you CC. Okay if
I call you that?"

"Sure." I said pulling up to the drive-in window. "Would you like a burger
or something besides coffee?"

"A cheeseburger with a little mayo would be good with coffee black, no
sugar."

I paid for the order, only ordering myself another coffee and pulling away
from the window, I think the girl inside gave me a funny look since she had
served me before and I was alone. I placed the coffee and food on the seat
between us but Toby put the cup tray on his lap so it wouldn't spill.

When we got back to where his jeep was I parked a little closer this time.
The bag with the cheeseburger only had a couple of napkins in it so I
reached over his legs and opened the glove box for some I had inside.

"You always carry extra napkins CC?" He said.

"They come in handy sometimes Toby, like now." I said handing him several.
"They won't help though if you spill any of that hot coffee on your legs."

"Yeah and I can't hold it between my legs either, too hot."

"This might help." I said pulling the hand towel I carried for wiping down
inside the car from under the seat.

"Jeez CC. What else you got under there?"

"A small box of tissues for emergencies. Lift that tray up so I can put this
across your lap."

I had the urge to push the towel down in his crotch but I didn't. Toby had
really not given any hint that he might like taking things further and I
always had the fear of being rejected unless I knew for sure. Beside that,
if I did make a move and he didn't like it we both might get burnt with hot
coffee or worse. I probably outweighed him by a few pounds but looking at
him he wouldn't be a pushover.

The hardest part was my still half hard cock aching in the pocket of my
jockey's and I dropped some napkins over my crotch.

Taking the top off of my coffee, I hate those little holes; I sipped it
watching Toby eat his burger, taking an occasional sip from his coffee.

"Feel better Toby."

"Sure do, thanks a lot but I wish you would let me pay you for it CC, I'm
not on the bum."

"I didn't think you were or I would never have opened the door. No, that's
okay just enjoy it. Do you go too the University of Michigan?"

"Yeah but I took off until next January. Had a little trouble in school and
the Dean thought it might be best if I left for a couple of months. I've
been down here before in the fall; I like surfing alone when the beaches
aren't so crowded. Lots of people make me nervous and some of the kids
surfing now days, hot-dog it too much for me. Have you ever done any surfing
CC? Nothing like it, just you the water and the wind."

"Never tried it Toby, swimming was enough for me. How long are you going to
be here?"

"Until the urge hits me to move on. Another few days I guess. If it gets too
cold I might go on south too Florida, I have a brother that lives outside of
Ft. Lauderdale. We haven't seen each other for a couple of years."

"It's none of my business Toby but where are you staying while you are here?
>From the looks of your jeep the back seat is full of your things."

"I stay in the jeep. There is a wayside a couple of miles back on the
interstate and after it gets dark I can pull off in the trees and stretch
out when I drop the seatback. I've got a couple of blankets with me. The
only problem is taking a shower, can't do that at the wayside. I can wash up
after they open the men's room in the morning but that's all. I'll find a
cheap motel when I can't stand myself any longer."

"You don't smell bad now." I said finishing my coffee.

"Maybe but I feel gritty from the salt water and I sure would like a nice
hot shower."

"Toby, if you want you are welcome to shower and clean up at my house and
spend the night if you like, no strings attached. I only live a short
distance from here and I live alone." I said breathing in deep.

Turning in the seat and pulling his left leg up on the seat he exposed even
more of the bulge in his crotch. Looking at me steadily he said softly
almost seductively running his hand over the soft inside of his thigh, "What
strings would there be CC? Would you object if I told you I want to go too
bed with you?"

"No, I wouldn't but I wouldn't want you feeling you have too."

Toby slid a little closer and taking my hand he placed it over his crotch
squeezing my fingers around his hardness. "I don't feel that way CC, good
looking men turn me on. I knew what I wanted when you opened the car door."
He breathed softly leaning over and touching my lips with the tip of his
tongue. Brushing the napkins on the floor he squeezed my hard cock his deep
blue eyes sparkling.

"I'll follow you." He said huskily and opening the door he dropped the hand
towel on the seat.

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My house is a 6 room brick sitting almost in the middle of a little over 3
tree-covered acres that I had inherited from my father when he died. My
mother, like all mothers wondered if I would ever find a nice girl and get
married. She and I lived together for almost 2 years without her knowing I
was gay. I always felt she suspected it but she never said so if she did.

I was 47 when she died and sort of went into seclusion afterwards maybe
meeting someone at a party. Cruising had never been one of my strong points
and I guess the fear of being found out along with stories of muggings and
beatings had become ingrained. It had taken almost an hour of hedging around
before I had the nerve to invite Toby home. I still wasn't really sure even
then but his headlights were in my rearview mirror as he followed me.

There was a three-car garage a little way from the house. My father had used
one part for his workshop and it was still pretty much as he had left it.
After he died and I sold his car the other two sections were still for
parking. I drove up in front of one door and activated the automatic door
opener. Toby had stopped a few feet back from me. Jumping out after parking
my car, I opened the other door and waved him inside thinking about the mud
dripping on the garage floor.

Turning the garage light on I asked him if there was anything he wanted to
take inside with him and he pulled two bags out of the back. The rain had
slacked off almost stopping but we wouldn't have gotten that wet under the
thick canopy of tree leaves even if it hadn't.

"It's not fancy Toby but it's comfortable." I said turning on the lights as
we entered the kitchen/family room.

"Who needs fancy CC, I like the comfortable. Where do you want me to put
these at?"

"In here, follow me." I said leading him down a short hallway too one of the
guest bedrooms.

"Where is yours CC?"

"My bedroom, right next to this one, why?"

Dropping his bags he moved to me putting his arms around my waist pulling me
close. His lips felt like velvet his tongue a hot poker twisting around
mine. I kissed him, my arms around his neck and he pushed his pelvis tight
against my hard cock. I was trembling and sweat broke out on my forehead
from the ecstatic shocks that shook me and my cock exploded filling my
jockeys with stream after stream of hot cum.

Toby squeezed me tighter grinding our cocks against each other feeling the
spasms that shook me, his tongue a hot javelin thrusting in my mouth and I
went limp in his arms leaning heavily against him, my legs rubbery.

"Jesus CC, you must have been ready to bust. Christ, I didn't think you were
ever going to stop shooting. How long have you been storing it up?" He said,
his arms still holding me like steel bands.

"It's been a while since I have been with anyone Toby. I just lost it when
you started kissing me, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry but I think we both need a shower now instead of
just me. Could we take one together?" He whispered softly nuzzling and
nibbling my ear.

"It's big enough for two." I said breathing deep, regaining some of my
composure.

I couldn't remember the last time I had showered with another man let alone
someone like Toby and any reservations I had felt melted away, his lips on
mine.

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