Stranger in the Mists: Surf, Sex, and Sweat
"Waves are the ocean's rhythm. They slide in, and back out..."
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This one goes to Karen. Without her responses, I wouldn't have written it. Thanks, Karen.
You know the deal. You know if you're too young to be reading this. Come back and read it on your eighteenth birthday [or 21st, in some areas/cities/provinces]. [Happy 21st, C.] I am not responsible if you read this story and feel somehow damaged or ruined for life by it. I'll tell you right off the bat that it involves sexual interaction between guys and gals, as well as guys and guys. [Queer writer = queer story. I like it when the guys play together. Go figure.]
This is fantasy. You do not live in a fantasy world. In the real world, sex is best with condoms and lubrication. One will save your life, the other will just save you a lot of pain.
Dusty let his feet slide over the tan board. The salt water curled around the board's edges and lapped at his skin. He paid it no attention. More importantly he focused on the wave beneath him. Beautiful and glowing with the ocean's life, ready to tear him apart as soon as he lost concentration. Early morning was the best time to surf, when the sun was just peeking out over the horizon. Each wave was perfect: perfectly shaped, white crests, loose curls... perfect timing. You could set your watch to the early waves of the morning. He'd been surfing for as long as he could remember. It was more than a hobby for him... it was a way of life.
The water below him started to uncurl, and he stayed on his board until the wave wouldn't support him. He stepped off into the water, his feet sinking into the sand. With a smooth motion, he collected his board and walked onto the beach. Van was sitting on the beach next to his friend Misty. She was still asleep.
"How long have you been watching me?" Dusty pushed his board into the sand, and slid down to sit in front of it. The phallic symbolism wasn't lost on him, or Van.
"I saw you catch the last three waves. You're fucking beautiful." The awe on Van's face was apparent.
Dusty stretched his legs out in front of him. "It's the ocean. Waves are the ocean's rhythm. They slide in, and out..." He realized that he actually hadn't had the chance to see much of Van last night, as the sun had already ducked out before he happened upon he and his friend Misty engaged. Van's skin tone was darker than Dusty had originally thought, though it was more from his ethnicity than it was an actual tan. He was closer to the skin tone of the local Hawaiians. He had two tattoos, tribal. One band around his right arm, and a thorny design that covered his left shoulder. His dark hair was still spiked, even after sleeping. The sleeping Misty had to have had at least one parent of African descent in her. They made a gorgeous couple. They were totally unlike any of the other tourists that Dusty encountered during the season.
Somehow, Dusty felt as though they truly belonged here, with the beach. He wanted them to stay with him... here and forever. His heart twisted when he realized that they could be leaving anytime... even today.
He hopped up, offering his hand to Van. "Dance with me?"
"What?"
"C'mon, get up. Let's dance."
"Shouldn't there be music."
Dusty pulled Van up onto his feet. "God, you crazy in-landers. Stop, and listen."
Van blinked.
"There is music all around us. Listen to it. The waves and insects... our rhythm section. Birds? Our horns. And as erratic as they all sound... they're working together. Feel it." He slid his hands up Van's forearms. Pulled him close. Van let his arms slide around Dusty's back, and he pulled him close. Together, they started to move. Their toes dug into the sand as their feet bumped around together. Van dug his face into Dusty's clavicle, and Dusty did the same. They didn't realize how long they danced, until...
"Are you boys about finished, because I'm fucking starving." Van looked up to see Misty propping herself up, still nude.
An hour later they were all sitting on the floor of Dusty's shack. And a shack it was, a home-made domicile right on the beach, about half a mile away from where they slept. The outer wall was lined with surf boards of every color and style. They were eating pancakes that Dusty made from the ground up on a little fire out front. Van and Misty filled Dusty in on a little more of their history, and explained that they weren't together so much as they were friends forever together.
Which was kewl with a k with Dusty because his heart was getting set on Van like it had never set on another tourist before.
After they finished eating, Van explained that he and Misty really needed to head back to their family's multi-cabin-campground. They arranged to meet Dusty later that day. As they were walking down the beach, Misty wrapped her hand around Van's.
"You've got that look in your eye," she pointed out.
"What look?"
"When you look at him..."
Van blushed. "What?"
"You never told me that you dug guys, Van. I'm disappointed. We could have been having so much more fun before now."
"I don't... dig guys."
"Van. C'mon, here. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm naked... I remember the first time. And it has never been with that kind of intensity." Van stiffened in his shorts. Misty caught the bulge. "See, look at you! You're hard just thinking about him!"
"No. I was just thinking of you, naked."
"I saw you swallow his cock, last night." Van stopped in his tracks. "Goddamn, Van, I was nowhere near that good with my first blowjob."
"I seem to remember you being pretty good..."
"You remember the first blowjob that I gave you..."
"Good point."
"Van, I'm not saying a thing. I've just... I've never seen you look at another person like that." She reached down and cupped his erection with her hand. His knees quivered.
Before either of them really knew it, they were hiding among the trees. Fucking in the sand.
"Good god, Van!" He pushed into her again, harder. She couldn't believe how huge he felt inside of her. Like he'd never been this horny before. Her juices were flowing and she swore that she could feel the wet warmth dribbling out of her and down her thigh, onto the sand below. With each thrust, he pushed her further and further into the sand. She was going to need an intense shower, after this. She could see the look on his face, the look that said 'I'm going to come' so she used her legs to push him all the way into her and she held him, held him there. He bit his lip, and then exhaled. And started pushing again. She'd already come, twice. She wanted her third orgasm. She didn't even mind that Van was no way no how thinking of her right now.
She clawed at his back. They hadn't fucked this rough-style in so long, she'd forgotten what she was missing when Van really got into it. Sweat was curling down her mocha skin, and dripping onto her breasts from Van's nose. She smiled, giggled... and came again. Van grunted, and she felt his cock surge within her. He collapsed on top of her. She laughed harder than she'd laughed in a long time. Van's breath came in heavy gasps.
"I really hope Dusty's ready for you, Van."
They made their way down to the ocean, still nude, and dived in. Misty started to rinse sand out of her body from places she wasn't even aware existed until they started to grind together. They ran back towards the cabin/cottage, hand in hand.
Their families had rented three cabins, altogether. One two-story cabin for each family and a one-story that sat in between them. The one story acted as common grounds, the place where the barbecues and parties were held. Misty and Van found all three empty, but there was a note on the door at the center cabin that said something about a boat trip that lasted until 8:00pm, or so.
"Van, I need a shower old school style. And I mean old school as in 'not saltwater'." He nodded his response and Misty headed towards her cabin. She ran up the stairs and found her room. Her luggage was practically untouched. She rifled through them until she found clean clothes that she was satisfied with.
The water in the shower kicked on at the perfect temperature, so she stripped herself down and stepped right in. She could see the dried salt from the ocean slide off of her skin. She ducked her head beneath the stream and let her black hair fall flat against her head. So many thoughts ran through her head... mostly about the past day, everything they had done. Dusty, and sex. Watching Van swallow Dusty whole. Watching, damn near astonished, as Van invited Dusty inside of him. She'd never seen anything hotter. She'd wanted to join in, or at least get herself off, but she didn't want to interrupt them. Her skin chilled with excitement as she watched Dusty's cock slide inside of Van. He pumped in, and then out and Van moaned like Misty could never make him. Even then, she saw it in Van's eyes. The look that made her wet like a shower never could.
Like she was now.
She brought a hand up and softly twisted her left nipple. A dark brown circle against the light brown skin she could thank her father for. Her left hand found it's way to the lips of her cunt and she slid tow fingers in. She could still feel Van's cum inside of her. Pulling her fingers out, she licked them clean. She loved the way he tasted. She started fingering herself again. She brought her right hand away from her nipple and started rubbing her clitoris. Her knees felt weak.
She heard the bathroom door open, and she jumped. She could see a silhouette through the blurry shower curtain. The curtain slid aside, and Van stepped into the shower with her. His cock was hard, and it bumped against her thigh. She gave him her best 'Excuse me, what are you doing?' look.
"I thought you deserved a better fuck than the one I gave you out in the sand."
"Oh, trust me Van, you don't owe me anything after that..."
"I know, I just wanted an excuse to fuck you."
He pulled her body against his and locked his lips to hers. His cock head rubbed against her leg and then slid up her stomach as he pulled her in. She reached between them, and started to stroke it. She could taste the salt on his lips. He exhaled and smiled, their lips still touching. His tongue danced against hers, and he put his hands on her hips.
Disconnecting, he started to slide down until his face was hovering in front of her cunt. His tongue darted out and brushed against her skin without going in. She wondered if he was going to eat her out, and if it would really work since she couldn't even open her legs a little in the bathtub. Still he tried, and succeeded... she'd forgotten how fucking long his tongue was. She had to hold on to the tile wall, to his head, to everything just to keep herself standing up. She was so close to cumming... and he pulled his tongue away.
"Van!"
He stood back up and put a finger against her lips to quiet her down. He pushed the shower curtain aside and propped her foot up on the edge of the bathtub. Water cascaded down her leg and onto the bathroom floor, but neither of them really cared. Van took a hold of his cock and pushed it inside of her, completely. And she came. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit into his shoulder as her body exploded around her. He gave her a moment to calm down, and then he started to thrust. She dug her nails into his back. He pushed harder. They kissed, and he thrust. She pinched his nipples, he pinched hers... he thrust. She remembered how good his cum tasted on her fingers...
"Van, let me drink it..."
He pulled out and she crouched down. His cock bounced in front of her face, slick with their juices. She didn't waste time, wrapping her hand around it and sucking it into her mouth like she had so many times before. She slid her tongue beneath the head and pushed even further down until he was rubbing at the back of her throat. She didn't gag. She wrapped her free hand around his tight calf muscle, and slid it up his leg. Her fingers slid through the hair of his ass. Slowly, she pushed two fingers between his ass cheeks and prodded at his anus. He relaxed and she slid them in. His cock jumped in her mouth and he slammed a hand against the tile wall. She pushed down on his prostate, and he exploded in her mouth. Three fast shots hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. Two more shots, then a third, dribbled on to her tongue. Van wrapped his hands around her head and pulled her up, kissing her hard. He sucked the cum out of her mouth.
They finished showering and dried off. They weren't supposed to meet Dusty again until sunset, so they laid down together and slept.
The End.
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