Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2018 00:53:41 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "Wild Surf Punk Chad" (gay-incest) Wild Surf Punk Chad Kyle didn't quite know what to make of the request from his family, that he take in his rebel teen cousin from Maui and help mold him into a proper high schooler in his new suburban neighborhood of Jacksonville. He'd never met 15-year-old Chad before, his hippie aunt and uncle having raised him in their own weird "natural" way in an isolated beach community of the island, so it was going to be a lot like taking in some beast from the wild and trying to assimilate it into civilization. The maturing adolescent was growing too rambunctious for his family to control, but Kyle had a great reputation for his responsibility and discipline, having won a good amount of independence from his parents at the age of 16 and been given his own house, several blocks from the house in which he had grown up, merely having to pay a low monthly rent to continue living there unsupervised. The boon from taking in Chad, in addition to having his needs paid for, would be a stipend of $500 per month, and so he had agreed to take on the challenge. His parents would be away on vacation for most of the summer, so Kyle would have no choice but to take care of the kid all on his own. It was the beginning of summer when cousin Chad arrived, and 17-year-old Kyle had until the beginning of school to straighten out the young punk; Chad would be attending the same school as Kyle, and hopefully if they hit it off, the two would be living together as roommates. Kyle cringed at the thought; he had enjoyed a beautiful year of privacy at the house, but his attitude was about to changeÉ Chad showed up at the front door in mid-June, a stunning, nearly naked youth standing 6'4" already, all of it lean, hard-carved muscle from a life spent on the beach, surfing every day. Kyle's jaw dropped as he took in the complete picture; the 17-year-old Kyle, though not out to his parents, was quite gay, and his cousin seemed the fantasy out of his wet dreams: A wild mass of bright blonde hair fell to just past his broad, tan shoulders, framing a model-perfect, somewhat androgynous face that at the same time reeked of raw masculinity, if that was even possible. He towered over Kyle's twinkish 5'7", every firm muscle on total display as his only item of clothing was a pair of very low-hanging surfer's board shorts, showing off his slender hips and carved Apollo's belt, as well as most of his blonde pubes. His wicked, darkly tanned hairless calves led to a pair of big, broad, equally tanned bare feet of size 14 that were so muscular that Kyle was willing to believe Chad never had worn shoes Ð which he was to find out was the case. Except for a puka shell necklace and a hemp anklet, Chad wore absolutely nothing else, and he would tell Kyle this was his traveling outfit; at home Chad was well used to spending his day completely nude. "Hey dude!" he greeted his cousin with a bright smile on his gorgeous face, big blue eyes flashing as he gestured the Hawaiian shaka sign to hang loose. He then leaned down and gave Kyle a big hug, practically feeling him up, and young Kyle felt himself grow hard. Kyle invited him in nervously, a bit intimidated by the tall, muscular youth two years his junior, although there was nothing but open friendliness on Chad's sort of dopey, stoner face. Chad paced firmly, confidently on his dusky bare feet into the house, the blue eyes marveling at his new surroundings. It was like he was some savage come to civilization for the first time, pretty much the exact situation, Kyle would learn. The surferdude carried only a small rucksack containing everything in the world he owned, and his longboard skateboard, so he could practice some sort of boarding if he couldn't be close to the waves. "Make yourself at home!" Kyle offered with a friendly smile. "Aw, thanks, dude!" Chad grinned more widely, as he put down his stuff and proceeded to slip out of his boardshorts. Kyle was almost ready to scream, but being the disciplined boy he was, although his hard-on was now tenting his acid-wash jeans, he kept under control. His heart beating wildly, he knew that this was just how Chad had been raised, clothes being somewhat abhorrent and only a necessary evil, to be worn only so you didn't get arrested. This was a habit Kyle would have to break him of, but not today. Today, Kyle should make sure Chad was at ease in his new surroundingsÉ There was no tan line, and a long, thick penis, probably hanging about eight inches soft, rested lazily between the tall surfer god's muscular thighs. It was as darkly tanned as the rest of him, and only a light dusting of pubes rose above it, the same Kyle had seen poking well above his board shorts. Kyle figured the shorts must have been riding just over the root of Chad's penis, only really held up by the firm curve of his tight butt. There was not a hair on the rest of his body, but then Kyle kept forgetting Chad was only 15, perhaps still growing! Chad lazed on the couch, one of his big feet on his skateboard, while Kyle made them some food, and they chilled, the young gay guy constantly checking out every inch of his cousin's naked beauty, and Chad talked about his life in the Islands. Incredibly, Chad had not even known what clothes were until he nearly hit puberty. The nudist colony in which he had been raised was just that isolated, and so it was only in the past few years that he'd learned about the outside world and its many inhibitions, silly and stupid to Chad's way of thinking, and of course Kyle had to agree. And yet it was Kyle's responsibility to acclimate this wild surf punk to the world; this was going to be one tough challenge. But Chad's open, friendly hippie attitude was extremely engaging, and so in a moment of letting down his guard, Kyle decided to let him know that he was gay; hell, it was going to come out eventually if they were to be living together. The beautiful surfer just gave him a blank stare for a moment before he smiled widely again, answering, "Ah, yeah, I'm happy, too, dude! You seem pretty awesome!" Kyle couldn't believe it. Could Chad not know what gay was? And so he had awkwardly explained what that meant in his world. The boy's bright blue eyes looked puzzled, and then he answered, "Ok, soÉ.you like guys? Doesn't everyone?" Kyle was stunned, following up with, "So, you do too?" Chad smiled sheepishly. "Well, yeah, if a dude's hot, sure! I like girls the same way. I didn't know there was a name for that. You mainland dudes are pretty weird, man!" "Well, actually, we call that bisexual here," Kyle explained. He learned from Chad that sexuality wasn't a big deal in his colony, and that the notion it could be labeled seemed very silly to him. He understood girls were needed for having children, but who you wanted to love was completely open to your needs and wants. He'd known plenty of gays, Lesbians and bisexuals growing up, he just didn't know there was a special name for any of them. They had talked for hours, starting to grow accustomed to each other's habits and quickly feeling at ease with each other. Kyle even forgot that sitting across from him was a completely naked full-grown boy! By the end of the evening, the twinkish Kyle had learned a lot of Chad's mannerisms and way of speech. The surferdude spoke in a slow, easygoing, sort of stoner drawl, so at first it had been a bit difficult to understand, especially since he peppered his language with Hawaiian lingo from time to time, but soon enough Kyle would have his cousin talking like a typical suburban teenager. "Well, if you don't mind, Chad, I'm getting pretty sleepy. I think it's bedtime for me. Let me show you to the guest roomÉ" Kyle started up the stairs, glancing at the mirror to assess himself: he was a pretty polished, stylish high-schooler, with short, spiky brown hair with blonde highlights, a cute face with warm brown eyes and freckles across his pert nose, and a pretty firm body in A&F clothes that fit him in all the right places. It was almost a shame that he would have to turn the Tarzan-like hunk he'd be living with into a clone of himself. The naked semi-savage followed Kyle upstairs like a puppydog, his look a little confused. Kyle wondered why, but Chad would soon reveal what bothered him when Kyle invited him into the guest room across the hall from him: "So, we're sleeping here, dude?" Kyle was taken aback: "No, this will be your room. I'm sleeping in my room down the hall." Chad's big blue eyes popped. It seemed as if this was a perplexing situation for him. "What the fuck, man? Did I do something wrong? Why can't I sleep with you?" Now Kyle was struck senseless, and his hard-on, which he had been hoping to take care of in the privacy of his own room, poked at his jeans again. Was Chad actually suggesting what he thought? "Wait, Chad, you haven't slept alone before?" Chad was silent for a moment, his eyes watery as if he would cry. It seemed bizarre to see such a tall, well-built hunk behave like this, but Kyle remembered he'd come from a place where every emotion and feeling was to be openly discussed and harmonized. Repression simply didn't exist there. "Well, no, Kyle, dude," Chad answered. "I had my own bed but we all slept in the same room. We only had a one-room hut. I just thought for sure being family we'd be in the same room, and being cousins and all, you'd want to snuggle with meÉ" His eyes gazed soulfully at Kyle, and the 17-year-old felt as if his heart would break. He simply couldn't turn down the boy, and the thought of having an opportunity to press his body against this naked, hotter-than-hell hunk could not be denied. Why not just do itÉ Kyle smiled, saying, "Sure, Cuz, you got itÉ" Chad seemed overjoyed, and they went to Kyle's room to get ready. Not too long later, Kyle undressed, a little shaky at getting naked with this dude in his bed. He'd considered for a moment putting on some pajamas; he always slept naked, but considering Chad's open nature, pajamas would just create more awkwardness between them. He was still a virgin, and somehow the thought had come into his mind that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off his own cousin, and Chad being Chad, he probably wouldn't resist. Would he actually be losing his virginity to his own cousin? The thought both repelled and excited him. Naked Chad stretched seductively on the sheets, his big feet hanging a little off the end of the queen bed. Every muscle popped under the tanned skin. Kyle felt like a younger, much paler little boy next to him, but still he got into bed, feeling the warmth of Chad about to press up against him. He snuggled in close, and tender Chad put his arms around him. Kyle shuddered in pleasure upon feeling that big penis, now hard, press up against his rear. "So, dude," Chad breathed dreamily in his cousin's ear, "I think you're hot, and you think the same of me, right?" Trembling nervously, Kyle nodded. "Awesome, man! So it's ok if we play around a little, right?" Kyle's lust was growing, but he was nervous as hell. He needed to let Chad know: "Look, dude, I'veÉI've never been in bed with another boy, or anyone, before. I know you must think I'm weirdÉ" Chad drew back slightly, his eyes widening again in disbelief: "Seriously, dude? You've never fucked around with anyone? And you're what, 17? I've been playing with boys and girls since I was, like, 12É" But Kyle could see, to his surprise, that Chad wasn't mocking him. In fact, he was looking at Kyle with tenderness and compassion, the sexy surfer thinking it was a pity this repressed hottie twink never had been touched the way he should be. Chad was here to make it right. "Aw, it's ok, man," Chad reassured him. "It's no big deal. We just make each other feel good, you know?" As he spoke these words, Chad brushed against Kyle's seven-inch hard-on with his hand, causing the youth to shudder with lust stronger. He unconsciously started bucking, precum starting to flow. This was too muchÉ "Yeah, dude! I see you're ready to go! I was gonna ask if you thought you'd be top or bottom, but I can see you wanna be on top! Cool, I'm more of a receiver myself. I'd love to feel you deep inside me, man. C'mon, I'll show you what to doÉ" Ever so tenderly, Chad helped the leaking Kyle rearrange his position on the bed, while Chad got into a sort of fetal position on his side, at the same time gently guiding Kyle's hard cock toward his butt. Remembering something through his growing lustful haze, Kyle reached back toward his nighttable and brought out a bottle of lube he used when he was stroking it. He poured some on his stiff dagger, while Chad, giggling like a much younger boy, took some and coated his entrance with it. "Ok, dude, just let nature take control now," encouraged Chad. Kyle then felt that he had to let go. There would be no sense in having any sort of inhibitions, any sort of regrets as well. This was going to be their time for freedomÉ Chad groaned in pleasure as his cousin entered him, beginning with a slow pumping. Kyle pressed in tight and close, his lean chest sealing against Chad's muscular back. As they continued their friction, sweat began to pool between them. Chad pulled his smaller cousin's arms around himself, wanting to be felt up, and the romantic surfer even planted kisses on Kyle's forearms in between groans. He kicked around his big feet, finally locking them around Kyle's calves. All this was driving Kyle into a frenzy, the boy who never had slept with anyone in this way going into overdrive as he pumped for all he was worth, rapidly coming to climax, finally exploding into the tight surfer butt with a satisfied moan. A few moments later, Chad, too, spilled onto the sheets, as he had been jerking himself off this whole time. "Ah, man, that was amazing, dude!" exulted Chad. As soon as they had caught their breath, Chad reached over and kissed Kyle passionately, and they made out a few minutes, tongues dueling. When they were tired out, the two cousins stared at each other dreamily. This was going to be one summer to remember. The next morning, after a night of pleasant sleep, Kyle awoke in the muscular arms of his cousin. The beautiful Chad had snuggled in close, his sweet breath in Kyle's face. The 17-year-old felt like he was in heaven, but it saddened him to think he would have to tame some of Chad's savage fire. Chad came awake, giving Kyle a playful lick on his face, and both boys laughed. After a few minutes of making out, Kyle told his cousin, "You know, I'm supposed to tame you before school starts, but if you cooperate with me, I'll make sure you have to do the least possible to conform. I'll even let you stay naked whenever we're home alone, but you are going to have to dress better for school and whenever we're out. It's going to be tough learning to fit in, but I know you can do it, Cuz." Chad nodded sadly. "Yeah, I know you have to do this for me. As long as you promise we can sleep together like this every night, I'll give you my best, dude." Kyle smiled. "Sure, man. This is our bed now." "Awesome!" said Chad, giving his cousin another affectionate kiss. "And maybe tonight you'll let me top you!" he added, causing Kyle's heart to flutter with excitement and fear at that prospect. But over the next few weeks and months, Chad's transformation was gradually accomplished. In his rucksack he'd carried everything he thought he needed, a couple of pairs of boardshorts, a small tanktop when he couldn't go shirtless, and a pair of leather thongs when he couldn't go barefoot. Along with some trail mix to snack on when he got hungry, that's all the surfer carried on his travels. That simply wasn't going to cut it, thought Kyle. By the end of the summer, he'd virtually brainwash the young hippie to love clothes as much as he did and find him a whole wardrobe of hot, sexy threads that would suit his tall, sculpted body. A trip to the mall would be the best way to start, and Kyle had gently suggested that Chad be relieved of his long mane of bright blonde locks, replacing it with a stylish cut more suited to the suburbs. Here, Kyle met his first wave of resistance, as the naked stud looked at him bugeyed: "No, man! I've always had my hair this long!" But Kyle was forced to remind him: "Chad, dude, you promised me you'd behave! Trust me, I won't let them do anything bad to you. In fact, you'll look even hotter, I promise!" The young savage seemed to grumble a little, but he knew he would have to listen to Kyle and trust his older cousin. Before going out, Chad dressed in his boardshorts, thongs on his big feet, and that tight tanktop that barely came down to his belly button, showing off the deep grooves of his lower abs. Kyle thought his cousin looked even more scandalous with clothes on! Chad put his long hair into a ponytail, saying goodbye to it sadly. First, a trip to a high-end salon that did Kyle's hair. Kyle didn't think Chad would need to look like an exact copy of the twink, and so a more stylish surfer shag cut was in order, so Chad could keep most of his style but not look like he just came out of the jungle. Many clips later, Chad now had a nicely layered blonde mop that just reached the nape of his neck and swept across his forehead in a bright arc, the bangs just tucking under his ears. Chad looked in the mirror and smiled. This was a new experience for him, and so far, as long as sweet Kyle was at his side to shepherd him, he was liking it. Next, Kyle took Chad to Hollister for fittings of all the latest fashions. This one was a bit difficult for the young, naked surfer. All the bulges on his body seemed to make the shirts and pants he was given fit awkwardly. It took many tries before they were able to find the right sizes that would accentuate his 6'4", 170 lbs. frame. Chad was certainly looking like a male model surfer hottie now, with slim, acid-washed jeans, a new hemp belt, a surfer T-shirt, his blonde bangs falling into his dreamy blue eyes. Before they walked out with bags filled with new clothes, the manager asked Chad if he would like a job as a greeter model at the front of the store. Kyle encouraged Chad, and the uncertain surfer finally bit after learning he wouldn't have to wear more than a pair of shorts to attract customers inside. He might even get away with being barefoot all day as well. "Yeah!" Chad exulted. He'd get to be himself and make money while doing it. Finally, the most difficult part of the day for young Chad, because they had to stop to get him a pair of school shoes. Chad was still getting used to the feel of all this cloth surrounding his body, and he shifted uncomfortably, constantly lifting his shirt and rubbing the denim of his jeans, but the thought of having his big feet covered was seriously repelling him. "What the fuck's the purpose, man?" Chad whined at his cousin. He'd agreed to put on the thongs, and even that seemed senseless to the tough-soled surfer. A life of barefooting had given him feet so strong and dexterous they could negotiate all kinds of surfaces. He'd even climbed trees and the sides of cliffs in just his bare feet. But Kyle was stern: "Dude, it'll be just for some school days. The rest of the time you can be in your thongs or barefoot whenever we can arrange it, I promise!" Chad sighed but agreed. After having his big, tan, broad feet measured however, the store could find only one pair that would fit him. Luckily, Kyle found them to be stylish enough for a suburban teen's needs, and so that part was done. Chad refused to wear them out, however, and in a rebellious spurt he walked out to the parking lot barefoot, his thongs in the bag with the shoes. Kyle let him have that for now. There was lots of time to get his cousin acclimated to civilized fashions. Back at home, the clothes could come off, and Kyle could see Chad's stiffened penis slap against his stomach and those chiseled abs. "Dude, I'm horny," the boy admitted. "Could I have some play time with you before lunch?" Kyle shivered. Chad would want to top him, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that, but he needed to give his cousin some reward for being good all day. They went upstairs, Kyle undressing and finding the lube for Chad to apply. The tall surfer eased the lotion in, slathering it real good, as he whispered, "Don't worry, Kyle. I know it's the first time getting your cherry popped, and you won't have to take it all, this time. Just enough so you'll get used to itÉ" Kyle groaned as he took in the first few inches of the thick tool, waves of pleasure and pain hitting him at the same time. Chad was sympathetic, rubbing his back and kissing his cousin's neck as he slowly sank in, breathing up against his ear, "I love you, Kyle." Kyle's heart beat faster upon hearing this heartfelt expression, Chad simply incapable of telling a lie, and he gasped out, "I, I think I love you too, Chad!" Chad groaned, having eased in almost 2/3 of his rock-hard 10 inches, and he knew young, trembling nearly-virgin Kyle would have a hard time taking more. He pistoned in and out, holding on to his new love and intertwining his long fingers with his cousin's smaller handÉ. A half hour later, after a romp for the ages, the two youths lay in bed together, recovering from the wild ride. Kyle never had known it could be this good, and he was starting to forget it was his own cousin making him feel this way. He just considered himself lucky to have landed such an incredibly hot, hunky surferboy who was also the sweetest guy he'd ever met. "So, what's this mean for us now?" Kyle wondered. "I'm yours, if you'll have me," Chad said while caressing Kyle's firm, small pecs. "I'm through with all those bitch girls and player guys, man," the young surfer admitted. "I just want someone I can depend on who'll love me, someone sexy like you, man!" But Kyle had to laugh: "You're only 15! You don't think you should try a little more dating before you decide to stick with me for life?" Chad pounced on him playfully: "And you're 17 and just had your first time last night, with this boy! I think I know what I'm doing, babe. I love youÉ" Kyle felt his heart melt again. He had to admit, Chad certainly had a lot more experience than he had ever had, and if anyone could make this decision, it was the uninhibited hippie surfer. "I love you too, Chad, babe!" They made out, with Chad grinding himself into his new boyfriend for all it was worth. That evening, Chad let Kyle top him again, for he was a bottom boy at heart and would want it that way most of the time, but they would flip-flop often throughout their future lovemaking. The rest of the summer was a beautiful time for the two youths. Kyle learned from Chad to be a lot less inhibited, and before long he, too, was spending all the time they lounged at home as naked as the young surfer, most of the time spent feeling up each other and making love to each other. In return, Chad felt a lot more confident wearing clothes when they went out, all eyes turned toward the 6'4" hunk looking like the most wet-dream-inducing version of an A&F model, but shoes would continue to be a never-ending problem for him, and he'd try to get out of them as soon as he could. At his job at the Hollister store, Chad could spend hours again in just his board shorts, getting chatted up by quite a few girls, as well as gay guys who wanted to go out with him, but despite the compliments, the smiling model politely refused, letting them know he was happily taken. Kyle felt like the luckiest young man on earth, to have such a loyal, warm-hearted and gorgeous partner. But how would he explain it to his parents, when they got back from their summer abroad? He had been supposed to tame the wild surf punk, not fall in love with him, but Chad convinced him that staying true to his feelings could never be in the wrong, and although there had been quite a bit of emotional upset, first from learning that he was gay, and second that both cousins were in love with each other, the smooth-talking surfer had stepped in, assuring them that they knew what they were doing, and they couldn't be happier. A year later, Kyle had to go to college, but he couldn't bear being away from his lover, and luckily he was able to find a local university that accepted him, allowing him to remain in the house with an overjoyed Chad. A couple of years later, Chad would join him there for a while, and when college was done for them both, the young adults still saw no reason to uproot themselves from the home where they had fallen in love. And so nearly ten years after they had first met, Chad and Kyle are still together, Chad finding plenty of opportunities to surf around the Gulf Coast, though he can't do it naked as he did in Hawaii. A bit more buff than he was at 15, his cute face only grown more beautiful with maturity, he still models for surf companies and other clothing outlets, making quite a good living off his natural looks, while Kyle fills in the rest with his real estate business. And when they kick back at home alone, they still live life naked, Kyle constantly reliving that first moment the young teen had slipped off his boardshorts in front of him and changed his life for the better, forever.