Harold

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The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell just to be with me.

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The author, John Josept, reserves all copyright privileges. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use and may not be linked to any other site or webpage, without the written permission of the author.

Note:

If you are a reader of one of my other stories, The Naked Surfer, you will see a resemblance between Chase in The Naked Surfer and Harold in this story. This is not a co-incidence. Chase is based on Harold. Yes, Harold is a real person.

This story has moments of truth, moments of fiction and lots of wishful thinking. I hope you enjoy.

Harold by John Josept

The beach, with its long expanse of sand that ended at the waters edge, was separated from The Strand by a three-foot stonewall. I sat on the wall and stared at the house across The Strand, from where I was sitting. It was a new Spanish Style home so predominantly popular in this area.

The house had the usual terra cotta tiled roof and wide baloneys with French Doors adorned with Plantation Shutters. In fact all the windows had Plantation Shutters. The multileveled house had white trim and was painted a shade of beige that almost looked pink. They even had a tiled deck with a built in barbeque and a fire pit. It was definitely a beautiful home and being right on the corner of 17th Street and The Strand, I am sure it cost several million dollars. I wondered who owned this property now.

Of course, this is not the way I remembered this corner when I used to live there, oh, some 30years ago. It was quite different back then. The house was pretty old, maybe built in the 1920's or 30's, as one big home, but had been divided into apartments as separate vacation rentals. It had a tiled roof but that was the only resemblance to the new home. It was painted all white with green trim. It was obviously demolished to build this house. My mind wandered back to that time, 30 long years ago when I first met Harold.

About a week before I came to Hermosa Beach, California for the first time, I was in Chicago, my hometown, where I had just joined the Navy. "Choice Not Chance" is how the propaganda went and I fell for it. I did join on the 120-day program, which meant I didn't have to actually go into active duty until four months after I signed up. So I took advantage of that, and much to my parents objections, I quit my job, took all my money out of the bank, bought an airline ticket to Los Angeles and bid them goodbye for 120 days. Before I left I contacted a friend of mine who lived in Hollywood and asked him to pick me up at the airport. I made no plans on where to stay, I just got on the plane and let the chips fall where they may. I was just 21 at the time and didn't have the sense to plan ahead. Actually I still don't, but that's for another story.

When I got to LA, my friend Ed met me at the airport. A few years before, Ed moved to LA from Chicago to seek a career as a photographer.

"Hey, Ed," I said when I saw him among the crowd of people waiting for their friends and loved ones to disembark from the plane.

"Hi, John, welcome to LA. How was your flight," Ed said. He seemed to be acting strange. Ed was always so cordial, but now he seemed distant. I wasn't sure what I was expecting for a greeting, "but surely a brass band playing Happy Days are Here Again, wouldn't have been too much to ask for." I snapped myself out of the pipe dream and we proceeded to get my luggage.

After we existed the terminal, Ed took me to his old VW Bus and we started out of the airport. It was June and the sky was kind of hazy, but it was very warm.

"Hey look buddy, I have to get back to work. Where are you planning to stay?" Ed asked.

Hmmm I said to myself, I was hoping he would say I could stay with him, but that didn't look like it was going to happen.

"Not sure, I didn't make any plans, any suggestions?" I was hoping he would say to stay with him but instead he said, "Well there is this little motel just up the street I could take you there."

"Geeze", I said to myself, "what do I do now."

"Ok," I said wanting to scream my head off, but I kept my cool.

We got to this dumpy motel and he dropped me off and drove away. I was literally left standing in the middle of the parking lot. Later, Ed apologized for the way he acted. He and his boyfriend had a big fight that morning.

Anyway, I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the motel office and got a room. It was kind of run down, but at least it was clean. I sat down on the bed for a minute trying to get my head together to figure out a plan.

I decided to check the newspaper to see if there was any kind of summer rentals.

Outside the motel there were newspaper boxes where I saw the local newspaper, thinking that would be the best way to go. So I put my money into the machine and took out the latest copy of The South Bay Daily Breeze. I thought that was a funny name for a newspaper. Little did I know then that it would play a big part in my future.

I went to my room and opened the paper up to the classifieds and saw they had a rather large section for summer rentals. One stood out from the rest. It was very brief but one that would change my life forever. It read "For Rent, Studio Apt, Hermosa Beach." then the phone number. I picked up the phone and called. I told the woman who answered, my situation and that I would pay her in advance for four month. She agreed and said I could come over anytime. I said I didn't have a car and that I would have to get a cab. She asked where I was and I told her about this motel and she said she knew where it was and would have her husband come and pick me up. I said to myself what the hell, I would put myself in their hands.

About a half hour later a man in his 50's with a crew cut picked me up in his VW Bug. On the drive to the apartment, I told him I had joined the navy and would be going in after the summer. He in turn was telling me about the way of the Lord and how being a Seventh Day Adventist saved his life. At that time I didn't know what a Seventh Day Adventist was or had an interest in knowing, so I just nodded my head a few times.

Then we turned down a street called Hermosa Avenue and what I saw there was a dream come true. Walking down the street were girls in bikinis and hunky looking guys all carrying surfboards. At that time I didn't care what the apartment looked liked; I knew I was home.

The room was a studio apartment with a sofa bed in the living room, a very small kitchen and the largest bathroom I had ever seen. There was just a huge bathtub, a sink and a toilet in there and nothing else, not even a window. Very odd, but I took the room anyway because the living room had one window and that faced The Strand, the beach and the ocean. What a view!!

I gave my landlord the four months rent and started to settle in. Later that day, I stood at the window for a while and watched all the people on the beach as well as the people walking on The Strand, the surfers to be exact. There was a group of them, laughing and joking right below my second story window. One looked up at me and we locked eyes and we were transfixed. He had blond hair and even from up on the second floor I knew he had blue eyes. His body was hairless and tanned. He was muscular but not gym muscles like my body, but the kind of muscles surfers have, natural like. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It seemed he couldn't take his eyes off of me, either.

His friends said something to him and broke our eye contact. They started to walk back down The Strand. The surfer looked back several times to see if I was still watching him. I didn't disappoint him. I watched as he disappeared from view. I figured I would never see him again.

Now, I knew I was gay from an early age. I never did anything about it then, except an "experiment" or two with a couple of cousins of mine.

Then, about three years ago, when I was 18 years old, I came out to California on a vacation by myself, determined to have my first real sexual experience. It turned out to be quite a disaster.

The word was, if you leave your door open at this Santa Monica Motel I was staying at, you would definitely get some "action". One night I did this and before I knew it, a guy saw my motel room door open, walked in and asked for a glass of water. I was nervous as hell and didn't know what to do. He shut the door and sat down on the bed and I soon realized we did not speak the same language. He spoke little English and I spoke no Spanish.

He finally approached me and for what he was about to do, I didn't need to talk, but maybe I should have. He undressed me and I stood there naked, with my 8-inch dick very hard and very ready. I was shaking and I was so nervous. I was going to have my first real gay experience, I was so happy.

Then he took off his clothes. His body wasn't all that good, but damn he had the biggest, fattest dick I had ever seen. Not that I had seen that many back then, but I tell you I have seen quite a few since and not many could come close to the size of this guy. It was oddly shaped too, like it was almost flat.

He took me in his arms and kissed me, then threw me on the bed and straddled my shoulders and proceeded to try and stick the huge piece of meat down my throat. Now, I had never sucked a dick before and this one was extremely fat and flat. I couldn't get it in my virgin mouth, and if I did I wouldn't know what do to do with it, but I figured he would. Finally I got the head into my mouth and I must have done something right cause he was moaning very loudly.

He took that big schlong out of my mouth and turned me over and said in broken English,

"I am fucking you, need lube," he said.

"I don't have any lube," I said, God I was so dumb back then. I could have used hand cream or even shampoo, but I was so young and so innocent and so damn stupid.

He decided to use his spit. As you know 'spit don't do shit' for lubrication of a virgin ass.

He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick then spit in my hole. Then he tried to ram that thing in me. My excitement of my first sexual experience turned into a nightmare. I have never felt pain like that before in my life. I told him to stop but he either didn't understand or he didn't care he was hurting me. He just kept pushing in and my sphincter muscle wouldn't open enough. I tried to break loose and get off of the bed, but he had me pinned down. I think he was getting enjoyment out of raping me. Then with all his might he rammed that weird shaped monster dick of his into my ass and broke through the muscle and went deep into me. I yelled out in agony and he just covered up my mouth so I wouldn't attract the 'neighbors'. I was in pain I wanted it to stop, but he didn't. I am not sure how far his dick was inside me. He could have been in all the way or he could have been partially in. I was in so much pain it didn't matter. I felt this warm sensation in my ass when he came. He moaned loud and said something in Spanish. He lay on top of me with his huge cock softening inside me. I was glad it was over. He pulled out and I yelled again. He got up put his clothes on, mumbled something in Spanish and left me lying on the bed.

I got up and went to the shower, curled up on the floor and stayed under the hot water for what seemed like hours.

After that I went back in the Closet, determined never to Come Out again. Fortunately, I didn't stay in the closet more than a month and my subsequent sexual encounters were much more pleasurable. I tell you this story because although I did later have good experiences with anal intercourse, this first time left it difficult for me to find it very enjoyable.

But there I was in Hermosa Beach, watching this hot young surfer god walk away out of my life.

Later, I went out and got something to eat at Scotty's a restaurant on The Strand just a few blocks away and then went back to my apartment and went to bed dreaming about this surfer god I saw beneath my window. My thoughts drifted into a sexual encounter with him. My dick was hard now and I took it in my hand and began to beat off. He was my fantasy. I saw him naked in my mind and started to move my hand up and down on my rigid pole imagining he was sucking it. I pinched my nipples fantasizing that his teeth nipped at them. Faster and faster my hand moved on my cock until I felt my orgasm churn through my groin. I shot my first volley of spunk into the air and it landed on my stomach. Then a second and third volley, while all the while my surfer god was kissing me and running his hands all over my body. I scooped up the sperm on my stomach and swallowed as much as I could, imagining it was the cum of my surfer god.

I masturbated, again, a little while later that night and one more time about 2 AM, when I couldn't sleep thinking of him. Yes, I was love-struck and I hadn't even met him. I got just a few hours sleep that night.

The next day, the sun was shinning brightly and I decided to start working on my tan. Now I had just come from Chicago where we are not used to the California sun. I figured I would stay out for about an hour. So I took my Lilly white body got into my favorite Speedos, took a beach towel and laid out on the sand for a half hour on my back and half hour on my stomach. What a big mistake. Back then there was no such thing and Sun Block.

When I went back into the apartment I was red as a beet and my whole body hurt. My feet were swollen and it was difficult to put on my shoes. I was in a lot of pain but I was also hungry and I needed to get something to eat but I could hardly walk. I figured I would go to Scotty's again cause that was the closest place from where I lived. I would take my time and walk very slow. I got halfway down The Strand toward Scotty's, but found I was in too much pain to walk anymore. People kept staring at me like I was some kind of hobbling red alien from Mars. I found a bench and sat down. Even sitting hurt. My clothes rubbing against my body hurt. God why didn't I just order a pizza and have it delivered. I sat there on that bench with my eyes closed trying not to move any part of my body for fear I would cause myself more pain.

"Damn that looks like it hurts," this voice from behind me said.

With my eyes still closed, I was going to say, "No Shit, Sherlock, brilliant deduction asshole." It was a good thing I opened my eyes before speaking. There standing next to me was my surfer god, the one who locked eyes with me. He was even more gorgeous up close than from the second story window. His blond hair was blowing in the wind. I was right, his eyes are blue, a light shade of blue. He was bare chested and had typical surfer shorts on that he wore very low around his hips more than his waist. He was tanned, very tanned and not a hair on his muscular body. I was totally lost in his eyes. The world around us stopped and we were the only two persons inhabiting the earth. I swear there was an aura around him, like the pictures of saints. I think I even heard harps and angels sing.

"Are you ok?" my surfer god said, seeing the far away look in my eyes and snapping me out of my over active imagination.

"Yeah, I'm ok." Boy have I got it bad, or what?

"That sunburn looks awful," He said with concern.

"It hurts like hell," I said really sounding like I was in pain, which I was.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

"No, I will be ok." You dummy! Why did you say that, you could have got him to help you.

"Well, ok," he said reluctantly, and just when I figured he was going to walk away forever, he stopped.

"Hey, I am going to get something to eat can I at least get you something? I will help you back to your apartment. You live in the upstairs apartment on 17th street right?"

He remembered me, All Right! I did a back flip there on The Strand. Well, I did in my mind, anyway.

"Yeah, that's me, and I am kinda hungry. Here let me give you some money to get me a burger and fries."

"No, I got this one, you can buy me a burger next time. Do you want something to drink?" He asked. I was dumbfounded at what he was saying.

"No I have beer in the fridge, you are welcome to have one with me."

"Sure I would like that," he said and threw his backpack over one bare shoulder and walked down The Strand toward Scotty's Restaurant.

I watched him as he walked away. Is this really happening to me? This man who I worshiped yesterday from my window and who I sexually obsessed over last night, is now buying me dinner and going to share a beer with me? I'd pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming but my sunburn would hurt too much. I did find I had a ragging hard-on watching his ass, though, so it must not be a dream.

Time seemed to drag along waiting for my surfer god to return. Fifteen long minutes later he came walking back toward me with his hands full of Scotty's food.

"Hi, I wasn't too long was I?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I said, not wanting him to know I waited an eternity for him to return. I tried to get up. I winched in pain from my clothes rubbing my skin.

"Damn, that has to hurt," he said, "when we get you to your apartment we will have to get you out of those clothes," he said with a smile. I, on the other hand, choked! "Well it's for you own good, part of the pain is coming from your clothes."

I looked at him and smiled as we slowly walked toward my apartment. My mind was racing. I almost felt dizzy. Was it him causing this or was it my sunburn.

"Hey," I said, trying to steady myself, "I don't know your name? Who should I say rescued me?"

He laughed, "I am not a rescuer. I am doing this cause I like you and I think you like me too. I mean from the way we connected looking at each other from the window...Harold, my name is Harold."

"Hi, Harold, really very glad we met. Wish I didn't look so red ... Oh, my name is John."

"Glad we met too, John. And you look kinda cute and helpless."

Was that a pass? Was he making a pass at me? Oh yeah, that was definitely a pass!!

We got to my apartment building and we slowly walked up the stairs. I opened the door and we walked in.

"Hey this is so cool, John. Wow look at the view of the surf from here."

"Yeah I like it a lot, too"

I went to sit on the sofa and I let out a loud yell from the sunburn pain.

"Damn, I was serious about you getting out of those clothes," Harold said, as he put the food down on the coffee table.

"If my face wasn't so red you would see me blush," I said, afraid if I took off my clothes in front of him I would be hard as a rock.

"No need to blush," Harold said, "I have been thinking about you since I first saw you in that window. Look, let me help you off with your shirt and shoes at least, then we can eat. After that, I will help you off with the rest of your clothes and I will take mine off too so we can be comfortable. I am somewhat of a nudist." I choked again. He looked at me and smiled. Did he know he was driving me crazy?

"Ok, that sounds good," I said with a big lump in my throat and an even bigger lump in my crotch. He reached over and unbuttoned my shirt and very gently removed it off my shoulders.

"Damn, that looks really bad. I have some stuff in my backpack that will help ease the pain. I will rub it all over you body after we eat.

"Fuck the food let's get to rubbing my body." That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't want to sounds too anxious, which I was.

Instead, I sat down on the couch and Harold took off my shoes. Then he went to the kitchen and got us two beers from the fridge. He also got a chair and sat facing me. As we ate and we talked and learned a little about each other. He said he was 18 years old and I said I just turned 21. I told him I had joined the navy and he told me he was from Iceland. He came here with his parents when he was just a young kid.

He's Icelandic that explains the blond hair and blue eyes and his drop dead gorgeous good looks.

We were about finished with our burgers, when Harold reached his hand over to my face and wiped some catsup off my chin with his finger and put it in his mouth.

"You had something on your chin," He said while staring at me with those light blue eyes.

"Thanks, glad I have you here to do these things for me," I smiled.

"Well, I would like to do some other things to you too," he winked, "like put that cream on your body so it will ease up the pain and prevent your skin from peeling," he said with a smile.

"Well let's clean up this mess and I will let you do whatever you want to my body." Yes this time I was making a pass at him.

"I'll do that, you just sit and relax," Harold said has he gathered up the bags and wrappers from our dinner. He looked at me while I sat on the couch.

"You have a very beautiful body, John. You must work out," He said.

"Yeah, back in Chicago I used to go to the gym."

"Well, it shows."

"Thanks," I said. I looked at the crotch of his shorts. Like mine it had a big bulge, but his was more prominent. I don't think he was wearing underwear. His big dick was showing through his shorts and nearly coming out the bottom of one leg.

"Where's your bed," he asked, "so you could lay down while I can put this stuff on your body. I will be very gentle and it won't hurt, it will sooth the burning sensation.

I pointed to the sofa and said that pulls out. He took off the cushions and wouldn't let me help.

"You just stay there and I will do it," he demanded with a smile.

The bed opened easily and he threw the blanket to the foot of the bed and turned to me.

"Time to take the rest of your clothes off, John," My dick spasmed and got harder.

"Look, Harold, my dick is very hard right now and if this is something other that what I am thinking, its going to be very embarrassing for both of us."

Harold leaned in to me and without touching my sun burnt body, kissed me on the lip and dived his tongue down my throat.

He pulled back and smiled, "Now is there any doubt in your mind," he said as he unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. I was right he had no underwear on. His big cock was just as hard as mine. I wrapped my hand around it. It was hard and very hot and felt so good in my hand.

Then, I started to undo my shorts, "Let me do that for you, these clothes have got to hurt."

He unbuttoned them and slowly removed them off my body.

"Hmm no wonder you are hurting you have jockey shorts on too. This may hurt when I take these off," He said. The outline of my hard dick showed through my white jockey shorts.

But nothing he could do right know would hurt me, not even my sunburn. He slowly removed my jockey shorts and my cock snapped up out of them and stood pointing to the ceiling.

Harold was down on his knees removing my shorts from my feet. His face was just inches from my cock. He looked at my crotch, then up at me.

"I wish I could hold you in my arms, John, but I know that would hurt too much, but I am going to suck your cock right know and I want you to cum freely. I have a feeling your cum will taste wonderful."

My dick spasmed as I smiled down to him. He licked his fingers and deposited a large amount of saliva on them, then coated my dick with it. God that felt good and let him know by moaning loudly. He took the cheeks of my buttock in each hand and swallowed my cock until his nose was buried in my pubes.

"Oh Fuck, Harold, god damn," I said. My breathing became very labored. His mouth was doing wonders for me. I was not feeling the pain from the sunburn right now, all I was feeling was the mouth of this unbelievably handsome young surfer, wrapped round my very erect and very rigid cock.

I grabbed the back of his head and guided it in and out on my shaft. I felt Harold's hands moving around my ass as he spread my cheeks and felt his finger enter my hole. "God, I wish he could fuck me right now," I said to myself. His finger plunged deeper into my ass.

"God, Harold that feels so fucking wonderful."

Harold took my dick from his mouth and held onto it, "Someday I am going to fuck that hot ass of yours John. I hope you will be up for it."

"Oh yeah," is all I could say because Harold swallowed my dick again. This time he moved on it aggressively.

"Shit, I am going to cum if you keep that up," I said. Harold didn't stop, he just kept sucking my dick harder and faster.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I yelled out as my seed shot through my hard dick over and over down his throat. I felt like I came in gallons, but he kept swallowing with no problem. What a guy!

He let my cock fall from his mouth and stood up wiping some of my cum from his lips with is fingers and fed it to me.

"Now its your turn to suck me, John," Harold said, a big grin was spread over his face. "I am real close to cumming so you wont have to suck very long. If you don't want to swallow my cum just let it shoot on your face and I will lick it clean."

I didn't say anything to him but I did smile. I love the taste of cum too and I just figured his would be as sweet as candy, no matter how it tastes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and Harold moved closer to me. I looked up into his blue eyes and my mouth devoured his big cock. I couldn't tell what size it was but it had to be at least 9 inches. I just slid that big thing in my mouth until I couldn't take it anymore. I was pretty good at deep throating big dicks and before I knew it, my nose was buried in his dark blond pubic hairs. I took a deep breath and reveled in his musk. He smelled of the ocean. I started to pump on his cock. He grabbed my head and steadied it and started to fuck my mouth really fast and hard.

"Fuck, John, I am going to cum, please swallow my load babe, please," he said. He didn't have to plead, I had all intensions of swallowing his spunk.

Faster and faster he fucked my face. Then I could feel his cock expand in my mouth as the first load shot right down my throat. More and more of his jizz poured into my mouth. I didn't think he was ever going to stop, but remarkably he did. I was right, his cum tasted so wonderfully sweet.

I let go of his cock and he leaned down and kissed my lips. Some of his cum was still in my mouth and he licked it off my tongue.

"Damn, Harold, I never saw anyone cum so much in my life," I said still astonished on the amount.

"I am too John, I never came that much before."

Harold sat down on the bed next to me; his thigh barely touched mine. "Damn how I want to hold you but I know I can't."

I rested my head oh his shoulder, "Another time, Harold, that is if you want another time," I said holding my breath.

"Try to keep me away," He said grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

"You know, even with that sunburn you are such a good looking man."

"Thanks Harold, I was just thinking how hot you look, too."

Harold smiled.

He got up and went to his backpack and got out the tube of skin cream. He put a big glob on his hands.

"Stand up I am going to put this on your backside first, then I want you to lay down and I will put it on the rest of your body. This will seem very cold on your hot skin but it will make it feel so much better."

Harold started at my shoulders. The minute he touched my skin it felt like a hundred ice cubes were being thrown on me.

"Oh Fuck, that's cold!" I yelled, shivering a bit.

"Relax, it will cool you down, have faith. Have I every lied to you before?" Harold said laughing.

"Well not in the few hours we have know each other," I laughed. Harold continued to put the cream on my back and legs, being very gentle and moving very slow. He even put some on my butt, even though it didn't need it there. I think he was just enjoying touching my ass.

"Now lay down and I will put some on the rest of your body."

I lay down, and believe it or not my back was starting to feel better.

This time instead of putting the cream on his hands he squeezed a glob on my chest and started to gently rub it in.

"Hmm that feels good, Harold," I said with my eyes closed.

"Yes I can see your enjoying it," he said as he started to rub the cream on my erect penis.

"Hmmm, now how did that happen," I said. I looked at him and smiled.

He let go of my cock and finished up with my thighs and my legs. My feet were the worst and he took extra care with them.

"I feel all greasy but much cooler."

"I still need to do your face," Harold said as he put a small amount on his fingers and he kneeled next to me and gently rubbed it into my forehead then my nose and cheeks, finishing up at my chin and neck. As he was doing this I got a good look at his dick. It was has hard as mine was. He leaned into me and kissed me. He opened his mouth and we let our tongues lick each other.

Soon Harold had his hand around my erection and slowly started beating me off.

"Hmm you do that good Harold," I said

I looked at him and while he was beating me off he was masturbating himself.

"I want to fuck you so bad, John." I could see the lust in his eyes.

"I wish I could give that to you but that would have to wait for a couple days. I don't know how long I could hold out, though"

"I'm a very patient guy, especially when I know it something worth waiting for."

He leaned in and kissed me again still beating my cock while keeping time with his.

"I'm going to cum, John," Harold said as he got on his knees, again over me and started to shoot his white spunk on my stomach and balls and cock. He continued to beat my dick using his sperm as a lubricant.

"Oh fuck," I said as I started to shoot up in the air where it landed on my dick and his hand. I shot the same amount as I did a few minutes ago. Finally I stopped cumming. My spunk was all over his hand. He released my dick and cleaned his hand by licking all the cum from it.

He leaned down and kissed me, then got out of bed.

"I gotta clean you up, then put on more of that cream."

"I can get up and do it," I said.

"No, that's ok, I like doing things for you."

He went into the bathroom and got a wet facecloth and a towel and proceeded to clean me up by gently rubbing my body making sure he didn't hurt me. Then he took more cream and put it on my stomach, thighs and everywhere he had cleaned up his cum.

"There you are all cleaned up," he said while standing over me looking at my body. "I can't wait to see your body when it's not so damn red," he laughed. I laughed along with him.

When we stopped, Harold laid down next to me, propped himself on one elbow and stared at me some more.

"Sorry I if I keep staring at you, I just like looking at you."

"And here I was trying not to stare at you because I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable," I said sarcastically.

"No, go ahead and stare all you want, I like it; this way I can look in your brown eyes."

I turned and looked at him but the sunburn and the sex took its toll on my energy level and I found it difficult to stay awake.

"You look tired, why don't you sleep," Harold said softly.

"You won't think that I'm rude if I take a little nap?" I asked.

Harold chuckled, "No not at all." He looked at me again and gently kissed my lips, then he went down and kissed my softened dick.

"I will nap with you," he said as he lay on his side facing me with his head on the same pillow and we both closed our eyes and fell asleep.

Harold stayed for the next couple days, taking care of me and making sure I didn't do anything to cause myself pain. But by then, thanks in part to Harold's super cream, the sunburn had faded and what was left was a nice layer of tan all over my body, except for my Speedo tan line. I never had a tan like this, God I looked good.

That morning Harold got up very early to go surfing with his friends. A couple hours later he returned with his surfboard.

"Is it ok if I keep my surfboard here?" he asked.

I figured it's the beach, surfboards are everywhere, so what the hell, "Yeah, sure," I said. He brought the surfboard right into the living room and set it up against the wall. At first, my Mid-western up bringing, thought it was an odd thing to do, but for some reason it looked great. I really felt like a beach person. I think this meant he was moving in permanently, sort of a surfer rule, "Where ever your surfboard lays, that's where you lay."

After he set his surfboard against the wall, Harold came up to me, took me in his arms for the first time since my sunburn turned to tan.

"Hmmm I think its safe to do this now, John." he said holding me tight. He had no shirt on and I rested my head on his bare shoulder. He smelled of the ocean. I tightened my grip on his body and I felt my dick start to harden.

He grabbed my hand and took me into the bathroom. He went to the large bathtub and plugged the drain and turned on the water, making sure it was not too hot and not too cold. He let his shorts fall to the floor. His beautiful cut cock was standing fully erect.

"Come on, let's get in and soak for while." he said as he stepped into the tub first and sat down in the water resting against the back of the tub with his legs spread out so I could sit in between them.

I took off my shirt and my shorts and my underpants and stood there looking at him as the water filled the tub.

"You have to stop wearing underpants, John" Harold laughed. "It just slows you down when trying to get naked."

"Oh ok, ok, I guess it's the Midwesterner in me," I said as I stepped into the warm tub, turned off the water and sat between his legs resting my back against his chest. His body was warm and comfortable. He kissed the side of my neck and began to rub my chest and stomach.

"God I love your body, John," Harold said, obviously being turned on by me leaning up against his hard cock.

"Hmmm I love your touch, Harold." He kissed my neck again and reached down and grabbed my hard-on that was oozing precum into the warm water. We lay there soaking for a while just feeling and touching our bodies.

"John?" Harold said softly

"Yeah, Harold?" I said, I was so relaxed; it felt so right being in his arms like this. Is this what love is like or am I just caught up in the moment?

"Would you let me fuck you? I want so much to be inside you," Harold said, shyly.

I turned my body around and looked up at him and kissed him on the lips. My hard cock pushed up against his groin. "I want that too, Harold," is all I said. Then I kissed him again but this time I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with all the passion and lust I could gather in my mind and body. He returned the passion as much, if not more. The warm water engulfed our bodies.

I stood up in the tub and the water drained off me, my erection stood straight out. I put out my hand to him and he took it and I helped him up. We put our arms around each other again and kissed. Our tongues played inside our mouths. We broke our embrace and stepped out of the tub. We each took a towel and dried our own bodies. Our cocks stayed hard and erect, they never did go down.

We walked into living room where the bed was still open. I laid down on my back and Harold lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and opened my legs. We kissed hard and long. Then he stopped and stood up and went to his backpack. His dick was harder than I had seen it before and so was mine for that matter. The sheer anticipation of him being inside me was exciting me to no end. This never happened to me before. I always dreaded it.

Out of his backpack he took a tube of KY lubricant. "I was prepared," he smiled. God that smile of his should be patented and sold around the world.

He came back to the bed and kneeled in between my legs. I lift my legs and held them high so he could have access to my very willing and very anxious ass.

He put a glob on his finger and I felt the cold lube enter my ass making it nice and slick. He squeezed an even larger amount on his dick and spread it around. He placed his cock at the entrance to my hole and slowly added force to enter me. I took a deep breath and relaxed my sphincter and it opened, letting his throbbing manhood inside my pucker.

At first it hurt; it was the biggest dick I had in my ass since I was raped a few years before, but this time it was exquisite pain, which quickly turned to unbelievable pleasure. He pushed his cock all the way inside me. I felt his balls rest in my asscrack. I hadn't enjoyed anal sex that much because of the rape, but this was different. I never experienced such pleasure.

"You ok, John? Am I hurting you?" Harold said with concern in his voice.

"Fuck no, you feel wonderful, Harold," I said as I let got of my legs and that gave him room to penetrate me deeper. He leaned down and we kissed. His hips started to move in and out of my ass. God it felt so wonderful like this is how it should be when you love someone. Damn was I falling in love with him? Yeah, I sure was falling in love and I was not sure if that was a good thing or not, but right now all I wanted was for him to continue to fuck me.

He started to pick up speed; his lips hadn't left mine. My sensitive hole could feel his dick and it was driving me crazy. His cock was also stimulating my prostate and I knew with just a little effort, I could cum very quickly.

He broke our kiss and I looked up at his smiling face and that aura surrounded him again. I'm going to cum inside you John, please say its ok."

"Oh yeah, Harold, do it, let me feel it," I yelled out. Just as I said that, Harold screamed out.

"Oh Fuck, Awwwwww," and I felt his hot jizz enter my ass with load after load of his cum. At his last push inside me, I let loose with my load all over my body and some on his too. I was covered in sperm, inside as well as outside, and I loved it.

An exhausted Harold collapsed on top of me and his dick slipped from my ass. We breathe hard and didn't say anything until our breathing was back to normal. Then he lifted his head and kissed me again.

"That was great," Harold said referring to our lovemaking.

"Great?! That was fucking fantastic." We kissed again and held on to each other. Being fucked by Harold was the first time I was thoroughly turned on and enjoyed someone being inside of me. His gentleness and love showed me you can have anal intercourse without bringing back past traumas.

After about half hour of laying together, I felt the cum starting to dry on my body.

"We should clean this cum off of us," I suggested.

"Yeah you're right, but this feels so good," Harold said as he slowly got up from my body. He helped me up and we went into the bathroom and cleaned the cum from our chests and stomachs. I cleaned some of the cum that was oozing out my hole.

"I'm hungry, let's say we get something to eat, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. I see fucking makes you want food," I joked.

"Yeah, I used more energy fucking you than I did surfing," we both laughed.

"Well, I think you are going to be eating a lot." We laughed again.

We kissed, then we got dressed and headed out to get some food. On the way down The Strand we met up with some of Harold's surf buddies and he introduced me to them and said he was going to be staying with me right on The Strand. That was news to me but damn it was great news.

It was late when we started to walk back home after we had something to eat. The sun had already set and I warm breeze bathed us as we walked down The Strand.

"What's that?" I said to Harold as I looked out into the bay and saw what looked like the surf glowing in the dark.

"Oh cool, Red Tide. Come on John," Harold grabbed my hand and we ran across the sand to the waters edge and watched the waves come rolling in, glowing like a surreal painting.

"What is this, Harold?" I said, trying to be heard over the crash of the waves.

"It's the Red Tide. Phosphorous in the water causes it to glow like this. Stinks like hell but it sure is beautiful. Watch this," Harold said as he walked where the wet sand meets the surf. His footsteps glowed in the dark.

"Wow, this is unreal, Harold!" I said. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was so amazing.

"Look out," Harold said as he kicked some of the wet sand and it flashed in the air like sparklers on the fourth of July.

"Oh Shit," I shouted as I kicked the sand like Harold did. We laughed and joked and kicked up more sand.

Harold came up to me. My shirt and opened up and he ran his hands inside my chest and took me into his arms and kissed me hard. I held on to him, not caring if anyone saw us. We looked at each other and when our lips met we let all our inhibitions go and let our tongues so the thinking for us.

Harold pushed me into the dark shadows of the now closed, lifeguard shack. He held me against the wall and he kissed me wildly. Then without a warning he stuck his hand down my shorts and began to massage my hardened cock. He got down on his knees and pulled down my shorts and gulped down rigid hard-on. Faster and faster he pumped on my manhood. I didn't say anything, it wouldn't help.

"Fuck, Harold, I'm going to cum," I said with a sense of urgency, not knowing if he could hear me at all." Harold clamped down harder on my dick as my spunk shot from m my shaft and into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. He stood up and kissed me hard. He pulled up my shorts and we walked down the shore toward our apartment, letting our footsteps glow in the darkness.

The next couple months were like a dream to me. Harold and I made love several times a day. It was Magic.

Most of Harold's friends would come over just to say hi and to have a beer. They even came over when Harold wasn't there and we would have these nice long talks.

One day Harold introduced me to who he called his "Girlfriend" Pamela. Pamela was a very beautiful woman older than he, who always wore a bikini. Now that I think about it, I had not seen her in anything but.

I don't know if Harold was having relations with her, but it didn't seem to matter. Maybe she knew Harold and I were having sex and it didn't matter to her either. But every morning while Harold was out surfing, Pamela would come up to my apartment with a jug of Vodka Stingers and we would sit and drink them and talk about life and love, until Harold came back. It was a wonderful time that I would never forget.

But as all dreams do, they come to an end. It was just about a week before I had to report to the navy. Harold started to get irritable and even depressed. I was a basket case, knowing that I wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.

The evening before I left, we were sitting naked in the living room watching the sunset. We were wrapped up in each other's arms. We had just cleaned ourselves after making love. We didn't say much, we just held onto each other. Then I heard Harold start to cry, which in turn made me cry too.

"Don't go John, please," He said through his tears. This is the first time I had seen Harold act like the teenage he was. He was usually so very much in control.

"I don't want to go, Harold but you know I have to."

"But I love you John."

"I love you too, Harold. I will be going to boot camp in San Diego. After that, I will get to be with you."

"It won't be the same."

"I know, but there is nothing I could do, you know that."

"Maybe you just don't love me enough," he said angrily.

"You know that's not true."

"No I don't. This sucks John, you just don't love me enough to stay with me."

"Harold you are being unreasonable, if I stay they will come and put me in jail, then we would never be together."

"We will never see each other anyway, you will leave and you will forget all about me."

"How could you even think that Harold?"

"Fuck you John," He screamed.

He put on his shorts, grabbed his suitcase that he had packed to take with him tomorrow and stormed out the door without so much as a goodbye.

"Harold wait please don't leave like this, Harold, I yelled out the door as he ran down The Strand.

I walked back in to the apartment sat down on the couch and cried. Later that evening I went out looking for him. I saw some of his friends and no one seemed to have seen him in quite a while. I was so upset. Why would he run out on me like that? Maybe it's him who doesn't love me enough.

I walked back to spend the last day in my apartment alone.

That was the last time I saw Harold, well I really can't say that, since we lived in the same South Bay community. Over the years, I saw him every so often with a women in movie theaters and in crowded malls. I never did go up to him, how I wanted to though. Eventually, I stopped seeing him around. I heard that he got married. I figure he moved away somewhere. After all these years I still miss him.

Now I am looking at this house on The Strand, where our love hide away used to be. Lots had changed over the past 30 years.

I met a man who made me happy for 18 years of those years. He died about 6 months ago of cancer. Maybe my loneliness has brought Harold into my mind again. I don't think I have stopped loving him even after three decades.

My mind came out of my reminiscing of days gone by. I hadn't realized the sun had gone down I was sitting on the wall with just the dim streetlights for illumination. The lights inside the house were on too. I hadn't noticed but there was someone sitting in a chair on the deck in the shadows.

"Hi," the voice said. It was a male voice.

"Hi," I said back to him. All I could see was his silhouette. I didn't know how long he had been there.

"You been sitting on that wall all day and into the night staring at my house. Is there something I could do for you?"

I think I must have been freaking this poor guy out. Maybe he thought I was casing the joint to rob him.

"No, sorry, I was just reminiscing about the house that used to be here. I spent a fantastic summer there before I went into the Navy."

"Oh?" the voice said, then there was silence.

"Would you like a beer?" he asked.

"Yeah sure that would be great, thanks."

"Ok, come on in," he said. I figured this was odd. Why would he be inviting me into his home? He doesn't know who the hell I am. I could be that burglar he was fearful of.

I followed him into his home; His back was toward me and he disappeared around the corner into the kitchen.

"If you want a glass for your beer, there is one behind the bar in the corner," he said from the other room. The voice suddenly sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Ok Thanks. I looked around the room grabbed a glass off the bar and realized what a magnificent home this was.

I was looking at the pictures behind the bar and saw one picture that caught my eye. "What? That's me and Haro..."

"Oh my god," I said out loud and turned around and saw the man standing before me and dropped my empty glass on the tiled floor and it crashed into millions of pieces.

"Hi John,"

"Harold, is it really you?" Tears started to pour down my face as he grabbed me into his arms and held me.

"Yes it's me, John, and I can't believe its really you. I watched you though the window all day, wondering if I should go out and say something to you or did you still hate me when I walked out on you. I don't know why I ran out like that, I just figured you would never be coming back and I couldn't take saying goodbye anymore.

"I never hated you, Harold, I never stopped loving you. I should have run after you that day. I don't know why I didn't. I thought you hated me too."

"You were always in my thoughts, John, I would see you on the street or in the mall and I wanted to come up to you and say something but I was afraid."

"Oh god that doesn't matter anymore, I have you in my arms, now."

We kissed and the passion I had not felt in years built up inside me. Harold grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, we walked into the huge master bedroom and stopped at the bed and kissed.

"I want you to see something," he said.

He opened the Plantation Shutters, then opened the French Doors wide to the balcony outside.

"Do you recognize this view?"

"Yes it's the view from our apartment!"

"Yeah, I made sure the architect, had this exact view. My wife never did understand why."

"Your wife?" I said, as my heart sunk because I forgot he was married.

"Yes, she left me a couple years ago. The marriage was failing after the kids left."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it was amicable, we both wanted out. What about you, did you ever marry or did you have a partner?"

"Yeah, my partner of 18 years died about 6 months ago."

"Oh I'm sorry John, you must have loved him very much."

"Yes I did love him, but not as much as I loved you, Harold. You were never out of my thoughts."

"I would always think of you too, John, sometimes when I was making love to my wife, it was you I was thinking about. I think that was usually when she got pregnant." We both laughed.

"So, how many kids do you have."

"Three of them, two boys and a girl. They're all married and moved away. I am a grandfather too."

I looked into his eyes, they was still that light blue. His hair was still blond but now there were streaks of gray in it. His face didn't seem to age. He was as handsome as ever. Must be that Icelandic blood in him.

He gazed into my eyes and our lips became closer and closer until they touched and it felt as if a dam broke and all the pent up passion of the past 30 years exploded inside our bodies.

Our lips parted, Harold slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time and let it fall off my shoulder to the floor.

"God John, you look wonderful. You must still go to that gym."

"Yeah, I never stopped after I got out of the Navy."

I took hold of his polo shirt and lifted it over his head. I gasped. His body was in the same shape as when I last saw him, with not a hair on his chest but he still had that surfer build.

"You haven't changed a bit, Harold. It's like time stood still for you."

"I still go surfing every morning. I never did stop that. You know how much I loved to."

"Yes I remember, that very well."

My hands went to his shorts and I unbuttoned the top button and let them fall to the floor. He still didn't wear underwear. His hard cock pointed right at me. I grasped it in my hand.

Harold then unbuttoned my pants and they fell to the floor, too.

"John, you're not wearing underwear!" He exclaimed with a big grin.

"Yeah, I took your advice and stopped wearing them.

He took my head in his hands and kissed me again. We then lay on the bed and he slowly worked his way down to my hard cock. He swallowed it and it felt just like it did 30 years ago, so warm and loving and gentle.

"Harold, stop or I will cum."

He dropped my dick from his mouth and moved up to my lips and kissed me hard and licked my mouth and eyes and nose. I turned him around; I wanted to taste his dick again. How I missed having it in my mouth.

I slid down in between his legs and ran my tongue up his rigid shaft until I got to the tip and opened my mouth and let his huge dick slide down my throat. God it was wonderful having his cock in my mouth, again. Harold moaned and I new I was giving him pleasure. He seemed to be getting close to cumming so I stopped my attack on his pole. I went and kissed his lips. Ahh those lips, how much a missed them.

I smiled at Harold and said, "Fuck me, Harold, like you used to, please fuck me," I said to him.

Harold's blue eyes looked deep into mine and he smiled. Then he knelt in between my legs and reached over into his night table and took out a condom and some lube. Thirty years ago, in 1975, HIV and AIDS were not heard of like it is today.

"I'm HIV negative, Harold," I said to reassure him.

"So am I," He said with that smile, then started to put the condom on his huge beautiful dick.

"Let me do that," I said and he handed me the condom and I put the tip on his cockhead and slowly rolled it down his hard member until it fully covered his magnificent dick.

He slicked up his condom-covered dick with the lube and I spread my legs for him and he put them on his shoulders. He lined up his hard-on with my hole and slowly pushed in.

"Ahhhhh," I gasped. Harold's dick was still the biggest I have ever felt inside me and it felt wonderful!! I never count the asshole that raped me anymore.

"You ok, John?"

"I always was with you, Harold."

He started to move in and out of my hole slowly at first. He loomed over me and I ran my hands over his chest and pinched his nipples. He seemed to like that a lot, so I pinched them again. He moved his head toward me and kissed me with his tongue. He rammed me harder and faster. All the things I loved about him had come back into my memory.

He backed off my lips and looked at me and smiled,

"Oh god, Harold, I love you,"

"I'm close to cumming, my love," he said.

"Me too," did you hear that, he called me his love!!

I looked up at him over me and that aura appeared around his entire body this time, lighting the room. Angels flew around singing their songs. My eyes blinked and I felt Harold's dick swell inside my ass.

"Ahhhhh," Harold screamed as he shot several huge loads into the condom. I on the other hand came all over my body and some even hit Harold, like we did so many times when we were young.

Harold collapsed on top of me and laid his head on my chest. He breathed heavy and we didn't say anything until we caught our breath. He did pull his condom-covered dick out of my ass before it got soft so it would come out easier.

He rolled off of me and removed the condom from his softening penis.

"Damn, I filled this thing up," he laughed, "I haven't cum like that since,...well...since we were last together."

Harold rolled over and put his arm around me.

"We were such fools to let each other go back then."

"Yes, we were, but we found each other now and that's all that matters." We made ourselves comfortable holding each other in our arms just enjoying the touch of our naked bodies, again. It was like we were never apart.

"John," Harold hesitate, "could you stay here at least for a while? I don't want to loose you again. Please say you will stay."

"Wild horses couldn't make me leave you now, Harold, but what about your kids. What will you tell them?"

"The truth. They will have to understand. I raised them to believe all people are equal."

"You're a good father, Harold." He smiled and held me closer.

"What have you been doing all these years?"

"I'm a columnist for the Daily Breeze. No news, just personal feature stuff." Hey, is this really your house?" I said.

"Yeah, I made money in real estate and my ex-wife was good with investing. So after the divorce, she married this rich guy and she let me keep everything. She said she didn't need anything and she didn't want to leave me with nothing. There I was, with lots of money and no one to share it with. Now I have you, John. Please say you will stay."

"Yes, I will stay, Harold, I won't let you go ever again."

We kissed like we used to when we were oh so young so many years ago.

"Come on, let's shower."

We got up out of bed and walked into the Master bathroom and then into the shower. We embraced and kissed under the spray of the water.

I never did leave that house, in a couple weeks I moved in. I had enough money for early retirement and I handed in my resignation. Harold and I decided to do a lot of traveling together.

We visited each of his kids and I met his four grandchildren. We told the family of our relationship. Seems his kids were very accepting of our love for each other, but their spouses were not so inclined.

Justin, Harold's youngest son, said he figured there was something different about his dad. He sometimes would spy on his father and see him sitting all alone staring at that picture of him and me, and there would always be tears in his eyes.

"Cindy, Harold's oldest, thought it was so romantic that we found each other again after all these years. Todd, Harold's middle child, agreed. They loved their father and it showed in how they accepted me into their family. All three of his kids were glad to see their father happy again.

In time the rest of the family would come around. I am a charming person and so is Harold, no one could stay mad at us for very long.

So now we were back home, lying in bed, holding our naked bodies and staring out the French Doors at the sunset. We belonged together. Perhaps fate meant things to happen this way, so we would have someone and not be alone.

Thirty years was a long time to wait, but damn, the end result was sure worth it. The years wasted were soon forgotten. There was only the now and the future, my future with Harold.

The End