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Grommet
Part Two - The Wedge, Labor Day Weekend And Finn Ridger
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
 

Story Summary: Randy Hollis faces survivor's guilt, one of the world's most dangerous beaches and expands his social and sexual horizons at a party in Malibu, California.

"The Wedge: A famous, but dangerous body surfing spot located at the tip of the Balboa peninsula in Newport Beach, California" – Surfing Slang, cougartown.com, Hawthorne High School, Hawthorne, California, the birthplace of the Beach Boys.

"The Wedge is not a wave, it's a 20-foot-plus meat grinder dreamed up by the devil himself. It heaves, bends and pulverizes in ways that good little waves aren't supposed to act." – Ian Woodward's Investing Blog, highgrowthstock.com.

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"The Wedge in Newport Beach is one of the world's most notorious and exciting bodysurfing spots. Locals in the 70's and 80's developed a reputation for getting barreled in the bruising, thick wave while risking being pile-driven onto the sand if they got sucked over. Growing up in Newport in the 60s and 70s, I remember many times sirens would sound down Newport Boulevard as an ambulance raced to the Wedge to attend to some poor soul who had gone over the falls trying to impress his buds or the (quite fine) local girls, crunching bones as he returned to the beach. The old-school still bodysurfs the Wedge by virtue of a local ordinance that forbids any boards in the water between 10am and 5pm. However, these days boards rule the Wedge, working the place with bodyboards and standup. The Wedge is best on a south swell. Incoming waves reflecting off the adjacent jetty combine with the next wave to form a doubled-up triangular mutant mountain wave that pitches over thick and fast in surprisingly shallow water. The result is a big, sucking, foam-filled donut. Don't get caught inside during a closeout set." – Oceanlight.com

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It was but a few days after my impassioned plea to my father and mother to stay in Huntington Beach and not go back to Fresno that I realized how much I missed them, especially my dad. Worse, I felt lost and mired within the memory of my deceased big brother, lost and fearful that it was I who had caused his death.

Nobody would ever suggest such a terrible thing, nobody had to; but I could not shake the awful, gut wrenching feeling that had I not been such a fag, a queer, a homosexual, that Shaun would not have felt the need to defend his little brother's rights, my rights, in front of that ignorant church. Maybe then he would not have verbally fought with our father over it and no doubt angry and overwrought got drunk and lost control, driving into the tree to his death on that horrible night.

If just one more person, guy or gal, said, "If there's anything I can do," I would go nuts. Anything you can do? Yes, make Shaun alive and bring him back to me, otherwise, respectfully, just shut up!

I appreciated the sympathy, I really, really did, but some people treated me like I was a fragile porcelain vase and could break apart at any moment and it was getting old fast. Maybe they were right, and sometimes I shamelessly took advantage of it.

Gar and Greg hovered over me like clingy parents, stopped giving me shit, ceased slapping and grabbing my ass at inopportune times and stopped teasing me with stuff like "your surfing skills suck so badly grom that we might have to dump you off the end of the Huntington Beach Pier as fish bate." At first it seemed great. I was no longer the brunt of their stupid pranks and practical jokes.

Gar especially wouldn't let me out of his sight and offered me what amounted to pity fucks, easy sex. He even offered that I could top him. I even took him up on his offer and had a great time beating his ass with a belt, making him suck my dick and then fuck his steaming hot ass.

Training turned into a joke, most often just into playtime. It was fun and for a while took my mind off of what had happened, but it didn't take long to do just the opposite, reminding me that I no longer had my big brother in my life.

This was not what was supposed to happen. This was supposed to be about Shaun and I, together in glorious fraternal harmony, best friends, bonded for life in the blue surfing wave culture that was Huntington Beach. It had been a dream I had so desperately wanted with him and had finally found, but now it was all gone and despite Gar and Greg's best efforts, I still felt alone and very sorry for myself.

"Fuck off, I don't want to train or surf. I don't want to do anything, just leave me alone, OK? Leave me alone and go … go get a sponsor or something, OK Gar?" I glared at him and deep inside I hated myself for saying every one of those words; but I had finally had enough pampering, enough sympathy and hovering, no matter how well intended.

It had been a trying day, scrambling around to get my shit together to get ready to go to school. There was registration to be done, school clothes and supplies. I had done that together with Shaun the last two school years. It was fun, we laughed and had a great time together the two previous Septembers and now he was not there with me and never would be again. I felt like shit, total shit.

"What's going on guys? We gonna train this fucking grom or what?" Greg suddenly appeared at Gar's side at just the wrong time with a big cheese-eating grin on his handsome face, a grin that was not normal at all.

Ordinarily I should be fucking thanking them both on my knees to have not only one master surfer, but two of the best at any homebreak in SoCal teaching me. What the hell was my problem?!

"Fuck off. I'm not a grom and you're not going to teach me shit, now or ever again!" I screamed at them both and ran for my bedroom slamming the door shut, falling into my bed angry, angry beyond tears, just fucking livid at anyone and everything.

I sat back up at my bedside shaking. Fuck them both, fuck everyone. Fuck my dad, fuck … and then the door flew open and in walked (make that in stormed) a new definition of tough love called Gar and Greg. Greg grabbed me by my T-shirt and not so much slammed me up against the bedroom wall as let me know in no uncertain terms that I was now a wall fixture until he said otherwise,

"Fuck you Hollis. You are not going to stay in this bedroom and sulk. You are going to train and surf, got that?!"

I had seen this face before. It was Nazi Greg, crew chief Greg, not in my line-up until I say so Greg. It was the Greg I needed right now and Gar was right behind him,

"Get your candy ass gear NOW grom and yes you're still a grom, MY grom and HIS grom, now fucking MOVE IT!" Gar lectured me and Greg pulled me from the wall and pushed me to the floor and they both stormed out.

"FINE!!" I yelled after them. Trembling and shaking I got my fucking gear together, cursing under my breath, sneering, "I'll show them, they want to train? Fine, train me then motherfuckers!"

I got boards and other shit together and stomped out to Gar's yellow XTerra, dumped everything unceremoniously mostly near to the XTerra and then slumped my sulky ass down, my back against the SUV's front tire to wait with a look of fierce rebellion on my face. I was NOT going to be treated like a grom. I was NOT a grom, I had fucking graduated from that shit.

Gar and Greg came out of the house carrying their boards and gear. They both looked none too happy to see me sitting down like a useless piece of crap. Greg even came up to me and faked slapping my face. I flinched, dove to the side and then stood up to my feet flipping him off behind his back.

I watched them load the boards with my arms folded and muttering under my breath. They continued to ignore me as they got into the car just leaving me standing on the cement driveway obviously on purpose to make a point. Gar opened his window,

"Sometime this century grom?" he glared at me.

I glared back at him, opened the back door, threw my loose stuff clear to the other side of the bench seat and got in. I just sat there and did not put on my seatbelt on purpose to make my own goddamned point.

Gar sighed and looking up into his rearview mirror, said, "Randy, put on your belt, please."

"Fuck off," I snapped back with no sense in my brain whatsoever.

Greg glared at me and then at Gar. Gar didn't move and just nodded to Greg. Greg thrust open his door, burst out of his seat, stormed around to my side of the car, opened my door and grabbing my arm, growled,

"You are in big trouble, grom," pulled me out of the car, pushed me to the front of the XTerra's hood, pantsed me to my naked ass, pushed me face first and down against the yellow hood and started to spank me right there where anyone could see from the street.

Greg spanked me hard with his hand, harder than Gar ever had. He was wailing on me with a purpose, arm raised well over his head and then swooped it down spanking my ass like a twenty-foot wave at Newport's Wedge spanks any unwary surfer, body or board.

Yes, I had not yet been to the Newport Beach Wedge to see those world famous giant surfer killers, but I knew of them. I had seen the awesome pictures of good surfers haplessly flying through the air upside down, savagely separated from their boards like Godzilla's playthings. Greg's spanking hand was now giving me a much-needed Godzilla butt blistering to kill my pathetic kook attitude.

I was determined not to give in and I tried hard, very hard but it was too much, my ass too painful and I was trying to climb away from the onslaught, but Greg held me down. I finally had to yell, "Greg! I'm sorry! Please!" and then he still spanked me some more as forced tears streamed down my face and I just had to endure the mind-numbing pain without choice.

"Get your shorts up, get in the god-damn fucking car and put on your fucking seatbelt … GROM!" Greg stopped my punishment.

Tail strictly and solidly between my legs where it belonged and all of my fight and rebellion punished out of me, I obeyed. I avoided looking at Greg for fear that I had shamed myself beyond repair in his eyes and quickly scampered into the car and put my seatbelt on in record time and then grimaced as my ass was throbbing like an infected toe, but I was fucking glad for it now.

Greg got back into the car and just shook his head, lips pursed. We started down the street and got onto Highway One, the vaunted Pacific Coast Highway headed south to where I didn't know and didn't care at the moment. I was too busy feeling like a well-punished now formerly spoiled brat. I had no right to treat Greg and Gar as I had.

Nobody talked through the tension at first. I just sat there and looked at the back of their heads, especially Greg's. It was so bizarre. I sat there and an image of Shaun came into my mind that kind of spoke aloud,

"Randy, I'm not there in body, but I am watching over you bro," and I blinked with the realization that Shaun was indeed watching over me through Greg and Gar.

I got kind of emotional then (thanks a lot mom.) I leaned forward and slid my hand around the seat and laid it on Greg's left shoulder. I gently squeezed it as I looked out the front of the window.

My tummy now had a deep ache, but it was the good ache of gratitude, "Thanks for not letting me get away with shit, thanks for my spanking," I said softly into Greg's ear, my buns still throbbing a little. There was a pause and then Greg's hand reached back and ruffled my hair. He said nothing for a long moment more and then turning his head, looked at Gar,

"Fuck training, let's take this worthless smelly grom to the Wedge. I'm in the mood to get my ass kicked," and Gar grinned with a chuckle, "Outstanding!" and then Greg looked back to me,

"Heard of it?" he asked, "Yea, but I thought it was blackballed this time of year," I replied referring to the Newport Beach ordinance decades old that forbade board surfers from using the Wedge most of the day between May and November in favor of the bodysurfers. Blackballing referred to the big black dot in the middle of a yellow flag or rectangle.

"Oh, you don't think we'd let a little thing like that keep us out, do you?" and then Greg looked at his watch, and then at Gar, "He's right, better step on it and we'll have time to try our boards."

"Fuck that, let's just bodysurf today, maybe throw his worthless ass out there too!" Gar said referring to my thankful ass as he grinned ear-to-ear at me through the rearview mirror.

Greg then bared his teeth, turned and his hand lurched out and slapped my bare thigh, hard, "Yea, fucking grom," my hand quickly covering the sore hand print, "No fucking way!" but I was now grinning just as much as Gar.

Funny how a good sound ass beating settles a guy like me so I sat back on my much less throbbing ass which was now sending nice signals to my hardening dick. I touched myself just as Greg glanced to the back seat,

"No touching grom. You keep that up and Gar will stop this thing and I'll haul your ass out and beat it again," Greg smirked. He and Gar grinned at each other and high-fived at my expense and I loved it.

"Yes sir," I said quietly and sat back and told my dick to shut the fuck up for once.

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Gar guided the XTerra off of the Pacific Coast Highway and onto the long skinny Balboa peninsula called E. Balboa Blvd. He slowly drove behind a long line up of beach going vehicles, past throngs of beach going folk to the very end of the jetty called Channel Rd.

I boy surfed with my eyes along the way, checking out hot boy ass, grinning when I thought I found a hot male grom babe. Gar finally parked and we got out and I started to collect my gear when a hand, no, now two hands grabbed at my butt, pinching it hard, my teachers and bros slapping at my ass and face and each other's too right there in the parking lot.

I joined in the horseplay, jumping on Gar's back when Greg distracted him I pinched his nipple really hard. He yelped, called me all manner of disgusting grom-centered epithets, dumped me back to my feet and then head-locked me and pinched my nipple, really, really hard and then gave my arm a painful Indian burn.

I yelled like a little bitch, finally freed myself, balled up my fist and nailed each of them in the upper arm, really hard. Panting, we all just played cool then, got our stuff and headed for the beach. I felt great.

The place was teeming with humanity, tons of groms and kooks. I was pretty good at telling the difference by now. Groms can be average good young surfers, sort of like me now; but some were massively skilled, certainly much better than I would ever be. They would be offered sponsorships and just a lucky very few of those might end up on the ASP (Association of Surfing Professionals) pro tour in the junior division.

Kooks could often surf, but mostly were known for bad or sucky attitudes in and out of the water. They could easily piss off the older surfers if they chose to snake or drop in on a line-up like I had. Mostly they might get yelled at and not really punished like Gar did with me. The best thing one could say about kooks is that at least they're not hodads or posers, guys who don't even try to surf, they just hang around the beach and try to make others think that they surf.

It was during the moments as we walked towards the sounds of waves crashing the beach that I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized that a grom was more of a state of mind than an age. That if Gar and Greg wanted me to be their grom, that I could always be that if they wanted and no matter how old I got. Yes, I wanted to be their grom, like forever.

My reverie however was completely shattered as we reached the beach and I finally witnessed in person, the Wedge, the convergence of jetty reflected smaller waves into the main big one. They combined and crashed into the shore in a giant mess of white water, some of them as high as thirty feet of terrifying power and face grimacing form. "No … fucking … way," I said reverently, my hand up on Greg's shoulder.

He leaned into me as we watched three bodysurfers in a row get out of control flipping up and down, crashing into the deep, black troughs. It was like the wave found a way to deny those guys any chance of riding its headless horseman crest, a giant "fuck you" to the tiny humans on its massive curl.

His hand squeezed my hand back, "Just watching it makes my dick hard," he said and then he swatted my ass, "Come on grom," and I followed my boys out to the sand, me with my skimboard.

I would go out in the near shallows and skim the smaller shorebreaks, but I was not going out further for the big ones, no way. I would rather stay on the beach and be a kook if it came to that.

I almost asked Gar and Greg not to go out there. I actually feared for their safety, maybe not their lives, but somebody could get seriously hurt and yet I wanted to see them out there, challenging the devil.

I sat down and watched and these two kids, really cute young blonde groms around twelve or thirteen, plopped their hot little butts right next to me with their skimboards. I looked at them, "Hey," I said.

"Is that Greg Majors and Garrett Starr?" one asked. I nodded without smiling, "Yea," I said feeling a deep thankfulness in my heart.

"You with them?" he asked, "Yea, they train me," I said proudly.

"No way," the other said both staring at me like I was crazy and I did smile a little, "Yup, I'm their fucking useless grom," I said proudly.

"You're lucky," the one boy said and then we watched Greg first and then Gar catch not a thirty footer, but something smaller and yet, the way the waves still converged, the form not a classic barrel, but a high-peaked A-frame making the thing wicked and dangerous no matter its height.

I stood up, they with me. My heart pounded as Greg plunged into it and bodysurfed the motherfucker just until the very end when it finally wiped him out, but by then the ride was over anyway. Greg ran into the shore fist pumping his success.

I jumped up and down, yelling, "Yea! Majors you BEAST!" I screamed and fist-pumped the air and the boys along side me did the same. I looked at them, "That was totally rad!" one of them grinned and we all high-fived.

Then we watched Gar and maybe he got lucky, maybe not, but he bodysurfed the next one, just a little bigger than Greg's and rode it to the end like an expert without wiping out and ran into the beach yelling and screaming and he and Greg body-bumped and I ran down to them, the boys staying behind.

"You guys are nuts!" I yelled and we all body bumped and high-fived, I practically had tears in my eyes for the joy of what I just saw.

"Come on grom, you're going into the surf with us, catch a couple smaller waves, OK?" Gar told me, "I think I'll take a skimmer and try that," Gar said grabbing up a board. I guessed that it was still a little before 10 AM as the blackball flag was still not out at the lifeguard tower.

My stomach lurched, "I don't know, man; I don't know how to bodysurf and that looks way fucked up out there," I said with true respect.

"It's not that hard," Greg rolled his eyes sarcastically, "See that? It's called surf," pointing to the waves, "See this?" and he slapped my ass, "It's called body, body … surf, no big deal," and I rolled my eyes, "Asshole," but I followed them out, pretty sure I was going to hurt something out there.

I swam out with Gar and Greg to the line-up, a very small line-up hanging onto my skimboard and watching the Wedge from the other side, which was creepy. It was like a giant wall of water two stories high that just would fall off like a building collapsing down into itself. I waited, watching Gar and Greg watch the guys in front of us.

Just then I felt something. I looked around me and then up at the high blue SoCal sky, a feeling creeping up on me without warning, provoked by nothing I could pinpoint. Greg was treading and Gar was barely holding onto his board looking away from me at the line-up.

My head fell to my board, face first "Oh no, not again," I mumbled only to myself as sadness started to well up. I could tell that unlike this morning, there would be no anger to cloak the awful feeling.

I turned away from the Gar's back, as my mind just like earlier that morning would not stop telling me that if I was not a fag, that my big brother might be alive and out there with me.

Gar turned back towards me, "Randy, sup bro?" I looked up at him, I had never told anyone my awful feelings, but now I did, "It was my fault that Shaun died," my voice cracking at the end, my face crumbled and I felt so ashamed in front of him.

Suddenly Greg was right there and I felt two strong arms, Greg's and now Gar's too surround me, cocoon me together and kicking with their feet pushed us south and away from the line-up as I very quietly sobbed, my face pressed down hard into the skimboard as we gently bobbed up and down with the rolling swells.

They just held me and let me work it out and when I finally stopped, Greg whispered, "It wasn't your fault Randy, OK?" and gave me a quick hug, "It's OK to miss him, he's always here in your heart," Gar said and patted the left side of my chest.

I nodded, heaved a big sigh and believed them both. I knew it wasn't my fault, I guess I just needed to tell them my fear and hear it from guys that I trusted. I sighed, "I'm OK now, thanks," I said. Later, I would tell mama Nadine what happened out there and she would tell me about a thing called survivor's guilt.

We paddled back to the line-up and got back in line. I felt so much better now and looked up to the big blue sky again and thanked Shaun for my bros and teachers, Greg and Gar.

"OK, here's the thing Randy," Gar said looking not at me, but at Greg and then I knew I was in big trouble, "We're going to pick a wave, one of the small ones between the big ones. You're going to try and ride it on your skimmer. Do your best and when you wipe out, just ball up and do your best. You'll be bat-shit scared, but you'll be OK. Just think of Shaun, how proud he would be that you tried."

I was so scared, but I trusted my mentors and even trusted myself. When it was my turn, I waited with them at my side. Greg leaned over, "Fucking grom, don't get yourself killed, OK?" he grinned as Gar waited for the wave, "Fuck you," I grinned back and he laughed and then Gar said, "Randy, GO!"

I paddled out, shaking so hard I doubted that I could last long but found the crest and plunged into it on my board. It was totally awesome! The ride didn't last long and I wiped out in about fifteen seconds as a wall of water consumed me like I was a snack. I tumbled and rolled, the sound of a giant jet engine in my ears as the swirling water and foam crashed all around me, but took me into shore.

And then it was over. I was on my feet! I got my board and started to jump and scream my head off, hooping and hollering, fist pumping and so were Gar and Greg. With a big shit-eating grin and board in my hands I paddled back out to the line-up and waited for them to cycle back out to me. Gar and Greg jumped all over me, even some of other guys joined in to congratulate me. I had done it. It was not a true giant, but still, I had survived the Wedge!

I watched my bros bodysurf catching another couple big ones. They conquered the Wedge a couple of times, and the Wedge destroyed them both a couple of times, par for the course. I tried a smaller one on my skimmer and wiped out from the get go.

We finally packed it in, but up on the beach Gar and Greg got rambunctious and started to wrestle and horseplay laughing and cursing at each other. They grabbed me and I got into the middle of it, wrestling, pushing, grabbing, shoving, throwing sand, running out into the surf the three of us playing and splashing like mini-groms (five to ten year olds) on holiday.

I popped a boner in the middle of it, no surprise there. Greg and Gar both noticed but said nothing until it all wound down and Greg looked at Gar,

"So, what do you think? Is horny pants here ready to meet Ridger (pronounced like ridge-er)?" and I looked at Greg and at Gar, "Who's Ridger?" and Gar grinned at Greg and not at me, "Yea, he's ready," and I asked again, "Who is he?!" I asked getting both excited and a little scared.

Greg swatted my ass, hard, "Finn Ridger is the Northside High School J.V. crew chief and captain and a ripper (very good surfer)," he said and looked at Gar who finished with, "and … he speaks faggot," and I ignorantly shrugged, I didn't get it, "What? Speaks faggot?" and Greg rolled his eyes, "He's gay, dipshit," and then they started for the car leaving me standing there.

Oh fuck! The J.V. Captain is gay? What did they mean, am I ready? Ready for what? I grabbed my skimboard and started to run after them, "Hey, wait up! What do you mean am I ready? Guys!"

I finally caught up with my bros on the way to the XTerra, "What do you mean am I ready?" I pestered and Gar looked at me, "Chill grom, you'll find out," and grinned like a Cheshire cat at Greg who grinned big and shook his head, "Come on! Please!" I said desperate for more information and realized just then that I had been the only guy I knew around the Northside break that "speaks faggot," as Gar was bi.

We got back to the car, head spinning like crazy. I helped the guys to load gear, got in the car and made sure to put on my seatbelt and tried to keep positive vibes and let my hopes soar,

"Well where is he? Are we going somewhere?" in a state of nervous excitement, my chest with achy anticipation. Nobody answered me as Gar pulled the XTerra out into the clogged traffic on Channel Rd. and we slowly bent around to Balboa Blvd. retracing the road northwest up to the Pacific Coast Highway.

I keep my mouth shut, leaning as far forward as the seatbelt would let me, putting my hands one each on my big brothers' shoulders, looking at one and then the other trying to be patient.

"We're going to a private party up in Malibu. Ridger will be there," Gar said. Finally! "Party? Cool! So like he's going to be there?"

"Didn't we just say that?" Greg looked at me like I'm stupid and I feel really lame and acting like an addled kook. And then I watched Greg use Gar's cell phone. I pay no attention wondering what this Finn Ridger guy looks like. Is he going to be hot? I figure I'm just a mini-grom compared to him. Why did they say am I ready? Ready for what? And why am I all of a sudden acting like an overly excited twelve year old? Jesus!

I half listen to Greg and then he says, "Hey Ridger, sup?" and he's talking to him now. I scoot my head until I'm practically nudging Greg and he playfully swats me away, but I get right back there to listen.

"Yea, took him to the Wedge today," Him? Meaning me?

"He did OK," and Greg looked at me with a big smirk. He just told this guy, this gay surfer captain guy that I did OK? Fuck! And I blush a little for Greg's praise, "Hey Gar, is grom here a good fuck?"

"What?!" I sit back. Did this Ridger guy just ask Greg if I'm a good fuck? Or is Greg just shitting around and teasing me?

And then I scoot back quick as Gar smirks at me, "Yea, he's OK," and my face wads up, "Gar!" and Greg grins, "Yea, Gar says he sucks cock good and has a really tight pussy," and I blush harder and sit back and try to glare at Greg, but my glare is more of a pathetic loser face. I bite my lips nervously, "Here, he wants to talk to you," Greg holds out the phone to me.

"No! I mean," and the phone is thrust into my hand. I drop it on the SUV's floor and fumble around trying to pick it up, Gar and Greg laughing their asses off. I finally get it to my face, ready to have my lunch handed back to me, "Um … hello?" I say with a pathetic squeak in my voice.

"What's hangin' grom?" the deep, sexy male voice says to me, "Um, nothin' …" I say, and shake my head, l'm such a loser!

"Heard you did the Wedge today," and I gulp, "More like the Wedge did me. I was scared shitless," I say trying not to sound too much like a kook. He chuckles, "You surfed Malibu or Zuma yet?"

"No, mainly around Northside and Huntington, we went to Redondo and Seal a couple times, Hermosa and Manhattan too," I replied feeling a little more confident. Tell you one thing. If Finn Ridger is a fag like me, I couldn't tell at all by voice alone.

"You'll like it here, not too difficult. So, you speak fag, huh?" and now my heart pounds.

"Um, yea, um, I'm not … not experienced too much," feeling really careful, "Gar seems to say otherwise," he says and I grimace, "I mean, I do stuff and I'm not a virgin," I say wishing I would just shut up.

"Heard about your brother, that sucks. Sorry man," he said and my emotions rise up, "Thanks," I say very quietly, but the fact that he brought Shaun up somehow makes me feel real weird, like this Finn guy is kind of cool in a way I can't describe.

"You're Randy, right?" he asks, "Um, yea, or grom," I say and he chuckles, "you out to your family?" he asks and I sigh in relief, "Yea, they know. Shaun knew before he died. Dad is cool with me."

"That's bitchin'. I'm out a long time ago to my family and a few friends and Coach Vardon at school. Guys at school are cool with it as long as you don't fag out like some guys do, we'll talk about that later."

"So like, does your whole family skate and surf and stuff?" I ask, "Oh yea, even mom. Everyone calls her grommom. Her nick is Mickey. The guys love her and spend a lot of time at our house during the school year. She's pretty good on a board. My dad is a ripper though, he's a surfdad, does your dad surf or skate?"

I giggled at the term grommom, but it was crazy logical,

"No. He's lived in Fresno his whole life. He was against Shaun and me skateboarding for a long time, but that's all changed. I'm trying to get him to move down here some day. I had to teach him how to paddle on a board so he could help me bury Shaun in the paddle-out," I say, my emotions getting a little thick.

"Hey, I'd like you to meet my family. Mom went to your brother's paddle-out. She said it was the best she'd seen in a while and asked to meet you. Dad too and Ry and Luke, they're my grommies, my bros," now I giggled at calling his brothers, grommies, I liked it,

"Ry is almost thirteen and getting pretty good. Luke is seven, a mini, but he's coming along," Finn finished.

Hearing about Finn's family life sounded like perfection itself, and Finn obviously really loved his family a lot; but talking about it made me miss my family even more, especially dad. I was both instantly envious of Finn's surfing family life, but that he wanted me to meet them, now I wanted to meet Finn in the worst way.

"So, good. You get your ass here, we'll surf together, check you out … maybe even surf," he says with a little growl in his voice. What did that mean? Did it mean what I thought it might mean? Fuck!

"Great!" I say nervously, "OK man, give me back to Majors, see you soon grom," he said, "Yes sir" I say and can't believe I say that, "Good boy," he replied. Good boy? Damn. My dick starts to harden and I get a shiver and hand the cell phone back to Greg. Greg listens and then looks back at me,

"Yea, he looks pretty shook up right now, kind of geeky, but it's cute," and my face grumbles, "Greg!" I say and throw my head back, but so far Finn Ridger has me by the short ones and in a very good way!

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Malibu is a long ways on Highway One from the Huntington Beach area, but we finally arrived. I was going to take a nap on the way, but meeting Finn had me all in nervous knots and sleeplessness. Many of the Malibu beach homes were not much to look at from the outside, but I knew that despite looks that they were worth tens of millions of dollars some of them.

Gar finally stopped on a curb in front of this really nice looking place. The driveway had a couple of Porsches, a Land Rover and a trailer with two cool looking jet-skies. I had never been on one and wanted to badly some day.

"OK, grom, get your ass out. Some of these dudes are Northside High surfer elites, so mind your manners and do whatever Ridger tells you just like with Gar and me, OK?"

I nod, "OK," I say nervously. Whatever he says, huh? I smile to myself.

I get out of the car and try to act cool and proceed to fumble my short board in the process of Gar handing it to me. He just chuckles at my nervousness and I am so nervous that I feel like an awkward kook that can't even stand properly on a board. A couple of guys I don't know come out to greet Gar and Greg. They are hot dudes for sure, but are any of them Finn Ridger?

"Hey grom, Ridger is already in the surf directly in back of the house, said to get your candy ass out there on the double," one of the guys says and then he points me to a staircase at the side of the big house.

I about trip going down this long ass bunch of stairs that go along side this incredibly deep house like more than two stories. It feels like two hundred steps to the beach but really it's only like forty. I make my way down to the sand. Even though I'm on private property, the Malibu beach like all the others in SoCal have been open to the public for like decades before and the law provides for access at certain places.

I look out at the randy surf and see a lone figure sitting by himself in the sand, his board spiked up on end. I don't see anyone else so whoever it is must be obeying the rule of two. Never, ever surf by yourself. Better to be out there with a half dozen annoying kooks who if your life were in danger would at least be able to offer some kind of assistance or eventually call 911.

I make my way to him, checking him out from behind. Not much to see, but I do see his bare tanned back. His shoulders are wide, skin tanned, hair mopped in a sun-bleached mess. He turns his head and sees me and then stands. Fuck! He's tall, like six foot three and my knees get weak because he's hot as fuck, blue eyes as I get closer.

"You Hollis?" he asks, the corner of his mouth comes up and I notice his eyes totally scanning me, checking me out. I nod, "Yea, you're Finn Ridger," I say. He nods, "Come on, been waiting for you, nobody else out there right now," and that confirms his dedication to safety for me and I follow him out and hit the water and start paddling until we reach our private little line-up.

The next thirty minutes or so is pure surfing, wave set after wave set. Me, I mostly stick to the ankle-busters, the smaller waves and then love watching Finn's style, his grace and poise as he masters bigger waves and barrels, forehand or frontside, backhand or backside, carving hard, climbing, dropping, cutting back and out, a drop knee here and there and he even attempted a fucking double spinner before he wiped out. Even Finn's wipeouts are stylish.

I noticed also that Finn surfs goofy, right foot forward so he surfs backside (but also frontside) which is fucking hard for anyone, he makes it look easy. I surf regular and have not attempted backside as yet. No wonder he's the J.V. Captain at my new high school, Northside.

Fuck. I just know I'll never be that good; but as we surf, Finn is teaching me, pointing a few minor things that even Gar had not seen in me and I improve just in that thirty minutes and having fun with a hotter than shit surfer boy as I do.

He finally has us pack it in and I walk with him up to the dry sand and we spike our boards. I'm so tired but so happy just then. I didn't do bad, Finn was so helpful. He sits right next to me, really close, like hip-to-hip and I can feel him, and it makes my dick stir.

"You did good, you learn, that will pay off, so listen grom, listen good," and as he talks, he slings his arm lazily across my shoulders and that makes me bone up pretty good.

Then Finn tells me the facts of life at Northside High, both the teen culture in general, the school surf team culture and protocols more specifically; but more importantly the more or less closeted gay culture or as he puts it, the don't ask, don't tell. He tells me that even though the coach, all of the guys on both J.V. and Varsity know he's gay and would eventually find that out about me, that I wasn't to just announce it, just to let it happen. Even then, you don't talk about it unless the guys tease you. Then you accept their affectionate jabs and "play it straight." I think I know what he means.

Finn instructs me that If at some point at a party at somebody's house (like we were that afternoon) or after a surf meet in private or in the lockers when nobody is looking, a senior or junior straight surf boy hints that he wants to be sucked off, you suck him off if at all possible. You usually don't kiss a straight boy, of if you do, it's called sucking face.

If he hints to ask you if he can fuck you, you can politely decline; but its better if you can say yes. He'll never embarrass you in front of others if you please him and if you do he'll watch out for you in really helpful ways; but if you piss him off, look out. In short, he tells me that surfers are jocks just like the footballers and wrestlers and such, but they generally just stick with their own.

It was all pretty much was what Greg and Gar told me already, but it was reassuring to have it directly from an insider. He told me that he and I would have to be careful at school as far as socializing, and that made the usual sense, but that we could be great friends otherwise and said for sure that I was going to be meeting his family,

"Dad will really dig you, mom, well mom will likely smother you, so just let her, OK?"

I grinned, so stoked over everything Finn had patiently told and instructed me. He was so cool, much more than I could have ever wished for. I even felt a little guilty that I wanted to hang around Finn more now than even Gar and Greg, but knew all that would work its way out.

He stood, "Come on, time to party, and Randy, it could get pretty wild in there, OK?" and I nodded. I thought I knew what "wild" meant. In this case, I would be wrong.

We plucked our boards and headed to the home's basement level entrance into a mud room to leave our sandy shorts, boards and equipment. We cleaned our gear thoroughly in the provided sink and then Finn turned to me,

"Want to clean up? Shower? Together?" he asked me. Finally! I guess it was just not my imagination that as we had surfed and talked together on the sand, that he wanted to get into my pants. I was boned up the entire time, wanting to get into his ASAP.

There was a bathroom and a shower stall right there with a toilet next to the sink, washer and drier. I dropped my board shorts, my boner poking its nose out and looking at Finn as if for the first time, I bit my lips as submissiveness started to wash all over my being.

Finn leered at me and stripped, his massive hard tool popping out, yes! He was if anything a little bigger, both in length and girth, than even Gar or Greg. He handled his own meat as my face contorted in need and I licked my lips as suggestively to him as I could.

"On your knees grom, suck it!" he commanded and I was in front of him on my knees a second later looking admiringly up.

I moaned loudly, whimpered too and licked his shaft up and down, slobbering, finally playing with his leaky head, lapping up the early nectar provided and then sucking that shaft in about half way,

"Oh yea, Gar was right about you, hot little cocksucking grom," he said and his hard dominant words made my blood boil for more.

He let me lick and eat his balls, even paint his taint and then directed me to the backdoor between his hot teen globes. I nuzzled my face as far in as I could, feeling his whole body dominate over mine, my tongue lapping, licking, poking and prodding his sweet hole.

"Fucking hot! Damn!" he said and then pulled me to standing.

His mouth was on mine a second later, his tongue in my mouth three seconds later. He hugged me, no, he captured and trapped me in his arms, one of his hands grabbing my scrotum as if it belonged to him, the other hand's fingers probing my hole, and not nicely, it was rough,

"You like it rough?" he asked parting the mouth sucking.

I nodded, "Very rough, please Finn," I panted daring myself to get as much from this Adonis as I could fearing this might be my only shot,

"I need you to spank me, whip my ass, fuck me, be hard on me, please!" and I was trembling like a misbehaved kook getting a stern lecture from a pissed off ripper. What was happening to me? Gar had been rough with me, but not like I was asking of this guy I hardly knew.

"Oh yea baby, you dirty nasty grom, hot out on the waves and hot between the sheets. You want to be spanked? You're gonna get spanked. When was the last time you got those hot buns of yours blistered?" he asked looking, leering down at me, hugging me so closely chest-to-chest that I could feel his heart pounding.

"This morning. I fucked up bad, pissed off Greg and he hammered me good, blistered me with just his hand and then he wouldn't let me jack off after," I said leaving a lot of details out of course.

Finn grinned, "Oh baby, you and I are going to get along just fine," and then he kneeled and went down on me kind of from the side, one hand guiding and stroking my erection into his mouth, the other spanked my ass, hard and fast and then a bony long finger not only probed my hole, it penetrated and to the hilt!

I raised up on my toes, "Finn!" and my asshole burned deeply as he deep-throated my cock and nearly sent me to the ceiling.

Suddenly it stopped, he stood, bent me forward and spanked me, hard about ten times, "Bad little grom needs spanking," he growled and then pulling me to the toilet seat, he sat and pulled me across his knees, my butt already glowing a little.

The space was small as I buried my head into my hands and Finn started to tongue my butthole. I splayed my thighs as wide as I could and just moaned like a slut, a slutty grom because that is what I now was, a slutty surfing grom, Finn's slutty surfing grom.

The spanks rained down hard and fast, "Take it grom!" he said as I bounced up and down on his knee whimpering, yelping, wishing it would stop as it was painful, desperately needing it not to stop as well.

Then It did stop, both of us panting, "Fuck, Hollis. You are going to keep my balls blue when I can't get my hands on you," he said, "Get up," he helped me to standing.

Apparently I was having the same affect on Finn Ridger as he had on me. He hugged me. I looked up to his six foot three shimmering blue eyes from my five foot nine brown ones, worshipping him, needing him.

His face softened a little, his fingers drew through the tangles of my impossibly mussed mop of brown hair, "Did you like that?" he asked, "Yes," I nodded, "More please," and he grinned, "You are a slutty bitch, a slutty bitch grom with a talent for seducing rippers."

I grinned, "Thanks!" I said with a satisfied grin, "Get your ass in the shower, prepare to be fucked."

What Finn did to me in that shower was not making love it was pure hardcore sex. He teased me unmercifully, slowly washing me with gel when I wanted him to bend me over and screw my gromhole because that was what it really was now, not butthole, but gromhole.

When he didn't right away I tried cussing at him, bitching him out except I could not stop giggling and even laughing. He toyed with me, played with my nips until I yelped loudly with pain.

We wrestled about and he shoved one and then two fingers up my ass. I struggled and yelped, but didn't want any of it to stop. Finally though, he just pinned me flat up against the shower wall face first, the steamy water washing down on us and he fucked me.

He made me get dizzy with pain from his huge cock, weakly collapsing into his arms from the paralyzing sphincter spasms and then helped me, going slower and slower as he successfully seduced me into being his submissive little fuck toy.

Finn's body slapped up against mine, I got into rhythm and pounded myself back into him, whimpering, groaning from the punishing burning rod invading my body, "I'm gonna cum!" he warned me, "Yes!" I whimpered and he shot his load, his voice roaring into my ear and I could feel his hot lava just burn my insides, coat them with his hot teen jizz.

"Stay put," Finn instructed as he kneeled in back of me, parted my very sore bottom cheeks with one hand and sucked on my hole withdrawing as much of his cum and my ass juice as he could, all the while flogging my cock with the other hand. Gar had never done any of that!

"Turn around," he growled and then went down on me, hard painful sucking on my head and his fist ripping my shaft, painfully so. I had heard of purple Hermans (a hickey on a cockhead) as well as an Indian chicken rash (an Indian rug burn to your cock) and he was threatening to give me both!

Oh it hurt and burned my dick and then he made me cum so hard, even my orgasm hurt, and my dick shot a huge wad and it was painful in a way that made me feel both used and captured but also wonderfully satisfied.

Finn stood up and calmed. He let me clean him up with gel and I did it slow, enjoying feeling every square inch of his magnificent surfer boy body. When I came to his ass, he said, "Finger it, to the hilt" and I did. He moaned and seemed to enjoy me entering him that way. I soaped up and played with his dick, making it hard again, "Force it to cum," he instructed. I did and enjoyed the look of pain on his face as I nearly violently flogged him into a second ejaculation.

By then the shower water seemed to be getting a little cool. We got out and I grabbed a towel to dry him, but he snatched it from me, "Stay still grom," he said authoritatively and I stood still, my dick coming up back to life as he walked around me, thoroughly drying me off, "don't move" he said and dried himself off frequently looking at my revitalized erection.

My body felt tired, but my mind was still lustful, "Need to cum again?" he asked me, "Please," I said not wishing to pass up the chance to see what he would do next despite my cock was nearly as sore as my ravaged hole.

Finn grinned, "We'll take care of it upstairs," and I blushed, "Upstairs? Like this? Naked?"

"You a prude now?" Finn asked, "No!" I said and he motioned me to get my ass moving and followed him..

Once upstairs, I heard a lot of voices and laughing. I shyly entered the fray not knowing quite what to expect and found every guy there was naked, just not boned up. I guessed that unlike Finn and I, they would all be straight so I guess that's why I quickly lost my boner from bashfulness, but then we found Gar and Greg. They were nude too and with naked girls!

Their names were Mindy and Amanda, two Northside High cheerleaders. I had never seen a girl naked, but these girls were pretty hot looking and I saw that Gar and Greg loved it. The girls were stroking the boys' hard cocks and they were fingering their girl pussies and licking the nipples on the ends of their big titties. Seeing Gar and Greg boned up and with those girls affected me. I boned up again!

The girls turned to look at me, "Hey, you must be Randy, baby you are as cute as bug, come here," Mindy said. I blushed like hell and walked forward. Mindy reached out and stroked on my hard pole, my eyes wide. Gar laughed, "Don't be afraid Randy, it's just a girl," and they laughed and made fun of me, but it was hard to pay attention as I realized that it didn't much matter who was stroking your cock, it felt good.

Then there was a big strong arm around me, Finn's, "Hey Ridger, he behaving?" Greg asked referring to me of course, "Just being a dirty little slut, that's all," and they all laughed at me as I blushed ten shades. Mindy's hand left, but Finn's hand was now stroking me. Her had had been so soft and delicate, Finn's was big and strong. I liked it better, but only because I was used to guys and not girls I figured.

"You two a couple?" Amanda asked. I cringed, we were most certainly not a couple, were we?

"Ask Randy," Finn said and I elbowed him, "No!" Finn continuing to stroke me, hard and then soft, pausing and then starting up again, my tummy clenching and gripping from Finn's expert treatment.

"Tell them what just happened to you downstairs," Finn ordered. I shivered, and am sure I looked embarrassed. Well I was, but sighed, "I sucked cock, then licked on Finn's hole and then he spanked me, hard."

"Do you like spanking, baby?" Amanda asked me.

I looked at her, Mindy, Gar and Greg, "Um, yea, a lot," and she smiled, "That's hot, go on honey," Amanda said.

Now I was really getting into it, more comfortable, "Well, we got in the shower and Finn, well, he went down on me, about sucked and rubbed my cock raw," and just then Finn stroked me real hard, "Like this?" he said and I moaned, my body jerked a little.

Mindy and Amanda giggled, "Careful Finn, he's right there on the edge," Gar and Greg chortled.

Just then, there were like five other guys real close to us, watching. I startled a little, "Take it easy, you're fine, they just want to watch and jack themselves, one of them is the varsity captain," Finn whispered in my ear. Fuck! Now I felt like I was in a line-up, expected to perform.

"Well, what happened next?" Amanda asked and then lost interest, moaning as Greg fingered her pussy.

"Oh yea Greg, make that hot bitch feel good," one of the boys said and they all chuckled, and then I felt a finger, Finn's, probe my butthole. My mouth came open, I moaned like a slut just like Amanda and felt weak in the knees.

"Yea, make that hot bitch feel good," one of the guys said about me! More low knowing chuckles. Finn's finger penetrated further in. My ass was still a little sore and the finger burned some, "Oh, Finn!" my face screwed up, "Yea, that's it, fucking little grom, taking it good," the voice said.

"You want to take over Kaz?" Finn asked, "Sure," he said, "Randy, this is Adam Kazwell, varsity captain, everyone calls him Kaz. OK if he plays with you?" Finn asked me. How could I say no? I didn't even want to say no, "Sure," I said.

Finn removed his finger and put it in front of my face as he slid out. I sucked it clean, the girls giggling, "Oh, I like that, Randy is hot!" they praised me and now Kaz was standing behind me, his body not quite as tall as Finn's, but close enough, "Suck my cock, grom," Kaz ordered me in front of all these hot Northside surfers and the two hot cheerleaders.

I got on my knees, looked up at Kaz. He had long jet black hair, a day's growth of dark beard against a darker tanned face than Finn's, Gar's or even Greg's. His cock shaft was darker, but who cared? It was thick and veiny and I went down on it, "Yea, grom, feels good," as Kaz's fist took ahold of my hair.

Greg and Gar were now kissing the girls, licking their nipples and fingering their girl pussies more intensely. They were moaning some. A couple of the other guys sidled into the fray with the girls, one of the boys sidled up to Kaz. I noticed and took a hold of his half-hard cock and started to stroke it.

I saw Finn out the corner of my eye stroking on his, nodded to me to keep going. My cock was getting leaky. I was getting sexed up with girls right next to me! Somehow it made me feel free and more grown up or something.

I heard whispering behind me and somebody motioned Finn over to them. More whispering and then I saw Finn whisper into Kaz's ear and they looked down on me, Kaz understandably distracted by my good oral service, my other hand still stroking off the other hot dude.

"Ever been with a girl?" Kaz leered down to me and I popped off his cock, "No," I said. Were they going to make me? Did I want to? Did I not want to?

"You are going to get spanked over Mindy's knee and lick on Amanda's pussy. Think of it like learning a new trick on a short board, you'll be OK," Finn said.

I turned my head. Gar and Greg gave me thumbs up. I nodded, "OK!" besides, I wanted to see how girls spanked and if I could nose-dive into a guy's butthole, how bad could a girl twat be?

Kaz whispered in my ear, "I dare you to make her cum grom, if you do, you can do anything you want to anyone you want, got it?" and then he pushed me towards Mindy, my mind spinning like crazy now.

"Come here baby, time to spank your bad boy bottom!" Mindy smiled. I grinned and eased over her lap, my head suddenly meeting Gar's, "I'll teach you, it's easy," he grinned. Little had I known that surfing was not the only thing I would learn from Garrett Starr. I nodded.

Mindy started to spank me. Now, I did not have a sister in my family, but as Mindy spanked me, it was almost as hard as Gar's or Finn's spanks!  I grimaced and enjoyed the sting and the way it made my cock feel and I looked back at her. Mindy stopped, "OK?" and I nodded, "More please!" and she laughed, "You are a little slut," and everyone laughed.

Mindy spanked my bottom a little more and then said, "Now lick on Amanda," she said. I looked at Gar, "Follow my finger," he said and I did. I went down slowly. We were a mass of hot, sweaty humanity; but as I went down, Amanda's pussy somehow was much sweeter smelling than the strong male aromas of the guys I'd been with.

I followed Gar's finger to that little knob at the apex of Amanda's twat called a clit and remembered Kaz's promise. Gar's fingertip stopped and I flicked at it and the knob, "Oh! Yes baby that's it. Nice and easy," Amanda moaned a little and then I felt a strong hand on my erection, it was Finn's. This might get difficult to do if Finn distracted me, oh well.

I started to follow the finger and then Gar put his finger in my mouth and I sucked it clean and then started to lick about the clit as Gar's finger showed me. Amanda started to writhe and moan, "Yea, that's it, make that pussy moan!" one of the guys said.

Then I felt a finger on my gromhole, it was Finn again. I turned my head and whimpered loudly, "The bitch is in heat!" somebody said, whether about me or Amanda, I had no idea. Finn's finger then penetrated me, and I whimpered louder but then went back down on Amanda, trying to get her to cum, "Oh, yes Randy, that's it baby, lick my pussy, come on baby, harder," she urged me.

Suddenly, Amanda's body started to jerk and her hand came down on my head and pushed it hard into her box. I just went with it and let my tongue lick and lap inside of her some. She screamed and bucked and the boys cheered. She did it a couple more times until she pushed me off and I slipped down to my knees. I had done it. I, Randy Hollis, confirmed speaker of faggotry could now boast that he had at least made a girl cum!

"Yea! Fucking hot grom!" I was congratulated and my hand almost got sore from all of the high-fives, but I had still not cum again.

"Want me to give you head?" Mindy asked kind of shyly. I looked at Kaz, "Does that count?" I asked skeptically and he laughed, "No, go ahead, I want to see this," so Mindy got down on her knees and I sat down next to Amanda.

Finn sat next to me and as we watched Mindy go down on me, Finn leaned over and put his mouth on mine. That would help as I perceived that Mindy's soft mouth might be a little too soft for my tastes; but she had other ideas.

As Finn sucked my face and our tongues danced around together, Mindy carefully fingered my gromhole as she sucked my cock into her soft mouth. Now that worked! I started to writhe and moan louder and louder and then Mindy's finger pushed in and my nut burst.

I broke the kiss and thrust my cock up into Mindy's mouth who was ready for it and by golly, as I shot, she swallowed all of my stuff. I fell back into Finn's chest as everyone cheered and clapped, "Way to go Randy!"

Well, to celebrate, I was "forced" to drink beer. I was a "man" now since I mostly did a girl and the other "men" were not about to let me not get drunk. Three beers later I was a slobbering, nasty mouthed little grom bitch fag, bragging about doing it with guys and gals. Everyone, and I mean everyone was my friend now.

Gar got drunk, Greg got drunk. Finn was drunk and so was Kaz and there was nobody that was not drunk. And then the weed appeared. I had never done weed. I was offered a couple times by friends in Fresno, but declined. Surfers are hardcore, however, let no cheap drug go unused or so I would find out.

My tummy ached a little out of guilt. What would my dad say if he found out, well my drunkenness kind of killed that thought as the bong reached me. Gar, Finn, Greg and Kaz were all in on teaching me, "What will I feel like?" I slobbered my question.

"You'll want to fuck everything in sight," Gar chuckled, "Or get fucked by everything in sight," Greg added.

I kind of liked the sound of all that, looked at the long necked purple bong, sighed, "Surf's up!" and dove in.

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I was already a slut before weed. Because I was a weed newbie, a weedgrom as it were, just that one big hit from the bong, the one that sent me into cough spasms that I thought would never end, turned me into a super-slut, super horny and with little or no inhibitions about it all. Nobody was safe, certainly not Finn, nor the straight boys and even the cheerleaders were in play, but chiefly, I wanted Kaz. I wanted to fuck Kaz, the varsity captain and told him so right to his face in front of everyone,

"Kaz, you are steaming hot. I want to fuck your hot ass," I said and you know what? If he had said no, I would not have cared. I would simply have been proud of myself (through my foggy-stoned brain) for even risk asking.

"You told me I can have anything from anyone," and stared at him. That stuff made me stupid bold. Gar, Finn and Greg roared with approval, "You said so bro!" they all said.

Fortunately, Kaz was just as hammered, just as stoned as anyone. By now we were outside dangling feet in the hot tub. Everyone had a beer, and a cigarette, even me and I didn't use tobacco. I didn't inhale the thing, but it was super hot and sexy just to drag on one like everyone else.

Kaz took a long drag on his cigarette. He looked at me, eyes a little narrowed, everyone waiting for his answer. He pointed the cigarette at me, "OK, you can fuck my ass on one, no, two, no three conditions," he verbally stumbled a bit and boy everyone was all ears, especially me,

"One, first you go down on me right now, suck me off in front of all of these fine gents (the girls were indoors doing a foursome somewhere), two, you go surfing with me. We bond, you know, get to know one another and then three, we do it in private because these other fuckers don't deserve to see the Kaz enjoy it," and everyone went into screaming spasms of laughter.

I didn't laugh, but a little. I stared at Kaz, oh I stared. I so wanted him but didn't know why, well, he was steaming, fucking, amazingly hot to me and hell, he's the fucking varsity captain and I wanted to fuck a straight boy, badly. Kaz was sitting on the other side of the hottub and came right over (make that zigzagged his way over) to my side and sat right by me and slung his cigarette hand holding arm around my shoulder,

"Hollis, you little slutty grom. I like you. You got balls. You did a girl, for the first fucking time in front of everyone. I have to respect that, you know?" and I was so turned on. I looked at him, "Hey Kaz, you got class, but you gotta know I'm doing this so you'll put me on the varsity squad when I try out."

Now that gained a lot of hoots and hollers. To tell the truth, I was not as stoned as everyone thought. I knew what I was doing. I was giving him a way out. Kaz chuckled, "You dipshit, if you didn't try at least once to do that, I would not let you fuck me," and everyone hooted. He held his fist up and I bumped it with mine. Maybe it was just the weed, but I felt kinda accepted by him now.

Well, I got to work, I slumped into the hottub water to my shoulders between Kaz's knees and still holding my cigarette in one hand mind you, I went down on Kaz, I mean, I WENT DOWN to his pubes, "FUCK!" Kaz yelped, and I looked up and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head. Gar, Finn and Greg roared, "Told you Kaz, the boy is an expert by now!" and I kind of was.

I would have traded me fucking him for doing him like this. It was just that good, maybe it was the weed, I didn't care. I sucked and pulled on his rod and he bucked, "Yea, I'm gonna cum!" he yelped and then, "Fuck! Fuck! Ooooooo!" he raptured his sticky load down my throat. Everyone applauded, hooted and screamed. I stood up and bowed, took a drag on my cigarette, and bowed again.

"OK motherfucker, get your god-damned board, and all of you other kooks, stay here," Kaz said.

Fuck. I got my skimmer, I didn't think I could possibly stand up on a board, even though I was sure Kaz could. I followed him out to the shoreline and we plunged into the brine, paddled out to the line-up area.

We got out there and Kaz was straddling his board, I was straddling my skimmer and that is not easy. He looked at me, "Seriously Randy, you're a good guy. I like you."

"Thanks," I said. He looked at me again, "So like, how you been, after your brother and all?" and that hit me in the face a little. I kept my cool though, "I'm OK. It's not been easy. I miss him," I admitted.

Kaz nodded, "You go first," and I did. I admit that Kaz asking me about Shaun, well, he was just being a good guy and I was getting used to the surfer guys in my homebreak my age, older and some even younger being good people, certainly not the moronic dipshits and troublemakers that the general public seemed to see surfers as.

We surfed one set and then another and by then the sun was starting to set. He motioned me in to shore. Our buzzes had worn off some or at least mine had. I stood with him and we looked at the house, all lit up, guys and now the girls by the swimming pool and hottub.

I sighed, "You don't have to do anything with me Kaz. You're straight and I respect you."

"What? Not good enough for you?" and I looked at him, "Just teasing grom, just teasing, it's OK. Maybe take another hit. I'd rather you fuck me then all of those fucked up motherfuckers over there. I want to know how it feels and I … respect … you," he said with a serious face.

I just nodded, this was entirely unexpected and my emotions stirred, "Thanks," I said softly.

We made our way up to the house to a chorus of chortles, pointing fingers and such.

"We decided not to do it," I told them and was met by a chorus of, "Liar!" "Bullshit!" and such so I just shrugged. Kaz just flipped everyone off and said, "Where's the bong? Nobody should do this unless he's totally bombed!"

I took a hit, he took two hits. I was flying around, bodysurfing the air around me, so was he. Kaz took my hand and walked me, make that ping-ponged us off the hallway walls to a bedroom, took me inside and closed the door.

He lit up a cigarette, gave it to me, then lit up one for himself. He rummaged around for the bottle of lube and put it on the bedside table. I got some towels and threw them on the bed. I was getting nervous. I didn't want to really do anything to embarrass him or have Kaz wake up the next day and curse my name.

Kaz stripped naked. I did too. He sat down on the bed, I just stood there, "You afraid?" he asked. I nodded. He laughed, "I'm the one who should be scared shitless, but I'm not, know why?"

I shook my head, "Because, I trust you and it's just sex for god-damned sake. Come on. Convince me that kissing a boy is better than kissing a girl. Have at it Hollis," and then he smiled at me or was that a dare?

I gulped. I walked over and just leaned, holding the cigarette with one hand, I gently cradled his face and let my lips touch his lightly. He didn't freak so I press harder. I can say that my dick was soft to start, but just smelling him and that god-damned cigarette aroma made me nuts with lust. He was such a fox!

I moaned and opened my mouth and waited. He opened his and his hands firmly grabbed my waist and he pulled me to sit in his lap. We did. His tongue reached out to mine, slowly at first but still. He moaned and pulled me into himself and then I hugged him and kissed harder, but apparently not to be outdone, he hugged me, moaned louder as I did.

The kiss broke, "Fuck me. You kiss great, fuck!" and we kissed again only this time he stood me up, him with me and he pressed our bodies together, our hard cocks, yes his was rock hard now, pressed together. I put my free hand down, grabbed both of our cocks and started to gently jack them together.

Kaz moaned and then broke the kiss, throwing his head back, he chuckled, "You got me man. Fuck. I've had my ass licked out, want to do it?"

"Oh yea," I said, took him to the bed, put him on his tummy and kneeling by his side, I parted his big, hot bottom cheeks with my hands and so very slowly went down to his boy pussy. I gently licked and lapped, teased and did nothing fast. Kaz wiggled and moaned, "Oh yea, that's fucking awesome, more, fuck my ass with your tongue," he asked and I did just that. He pushed his ass up into me, "Harder! Fuck!" he said and I did my best before coming up for air.

He craned his neck around, "OK, do it, but be careful," and I was. I lubed up fingers first. I took my time, opened him up. He nodded, "I'm ready," and then I lubed my dick. I went slow. I expected him to tell me to stop at any time, but he didn't.

Slowly but surely, I entered Kaz. It hurt, but he was patient, so was I, but when I finally got seated and his sphincter relaxed, I pounded him. Kaz groaned, moaned and winced. His eyes widened and he whimpered and made those funny sounds you do when you don't know what to say when a guy's big meat is pounding your boygland, "I'm not gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna jack myself on your ass and then lick it up," I warned. He nodded.

When I finally did rapture, I pulled out and he held up his butthole and I jizzed him, I jizzed him big and then panting for air, I sucked out my own spunk just like Finn had done to me earlier in the shower.

Afterwards Kaz said he enjoyed it, that it wasn't at all what he expected, but admitted he had no idea what that was, even. I laughed, told him I forgot to make him suck on me before I fucked him. He chuckled, "Next time grom, next time. Hey that was fun."

"Want to fuck me?" I asked, "Sure," he grinned. Well, I did suck on him and Kaz pounded my ass with gusto. He pulled out and shot his load inside my mouth, it was salty-tasty, sort of like the ocean I surfed in I figured.

Afterward the crowd of shitheads that had been listening behind the door all hooted and hollered when we opened the door. We told them all to fuck off and were answered with jeers, hoots and hollers.

I let the weed buzz wear off. I was tired. I had started the day poorly, was set right by my righteous bros, Greg and Gar, surfed the fucking Wedge, survived that, came to a party (orgy), had sex for the first time with a girl in front of a lot of guys (survived that) and ended up fucking the Northside High School varsity crew Captain. What more could a guy do in a day, I ask you?

Later, I cuddled up in Finn's lap and looked up at him, "Carry me to a bedroom please?" and he smiled, "Sure," Finn carried me in, lay me down. I passed out and the next I knew when I opened my eyes, I was in bed, Finn was next to me, his back to me, sleeping.

I rustled him awake, turned my back and he cuddled me into himself tightly. I smiled. I felt good and closed my eyes.

Next: Part Three

The End

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