The Young Surfer
By Jacko Jomtien
I had just booked into Caves House in Yallingup in the south of Western Australia. Yallingup is a famous surfing beach set in the heart of the West Australian wine-growing area of Margaret River. Caves House itself is a very old hotel that has been beautifully restored and has a magnificent garden area that, as well as houses a great beer garden, runs all the way down a short valley to the beach.
After booking in and dropping off my bag to my room, I wandered down the gardened valley to the beach, about an 800-metre walk. There I bought a takeaway coffee and moved to lean on a fence that protected the vegetation on the sandhills above the beach and kept people to the pathways. While leaning on the fence and enjoying my coffee, I was taking in the view and the young people on the beach below. This beach was a haven for kids into surfing and the majority of those on the beach were in their late teens to mid-twenties. So, I was also enjoying the many young guys strolling around in nothing but board shorts. Being 35, I was always horny and very much liked to check all the young sexy bodies of these young guys, sadly most with their girlfriends.
I was a million miles away as I checked out the all hot bodies, when a young guy next to me, whom I had not noticed, said hello to me.
I turned to see this young guy who was about 20, who also leaning on the fence with a coffee. He was tall and lean, about 180-185 cm tall. He had a great tan and a lean muscular body, with broad shoulders, long arms and legs and a solid chest with a six-pack that you often see on young fit guys. He had scruffy long blondish hair, brown eyes, and a rugged tanned face. He was not really handsome but oozed a certain sexuality. His body was smooth, with just a little blondish hair on his forearms and lower legs. Like most guys on the beach, he wore nothing but his board shorts, which he wore slung very low on his hips. So low, in fact, that you could clearly see the snail train that ran down from his navel to the top of his light brown pubic patch, showing clearly at the top of his board shorts. He was so hot. Making my cock twinge as I checked him out.
"Hi, how are you?" I replied with a smile.
"Fine. It's been a top day." He added. "Are you staying here?"
"Yes. I've got a room up at the pub." I informed him. "And you?"
"I was supposed to be staying with friends. They were booking a chalet, but they haven't turned up, so I'm not sure what I'm doing."
"You have a car?" I asked.
"No, I got a ride here with some people I met in Margaret River."
As it was already 4.45 pm, I was wondering where he would stay. Maybe I could offer him a bed. He could always turn down the offer if he was not interested.
"So where do you plan to camp tonight?" I asked.
"I guess on the beach."
Now I know the days are quite hot here, but nights get bloody cold and sometimes damp with the sea air and dew.
"That could be a bit rough," I suggested. "If you are interested, I have a double room booked at the pub, but I must warn you, I sleep with no gear on, and it only has a double bed. But if you are OK with that, you are more than welcome to share it." He said nothing, so I continued. "I'm heading back up there now for a shower. So, if you can't find anything, you can catch up with me in the beer garden, as I'll be having a couple of beers there. Say around 6.00 pm"
"Thanks, mate. That's a great offer. I'll check again if my friends have arrived and if not, I will try and find you. My name is Dale by the way."
"Hi, Dale. I'm Jacko." We shook hands and I headed back up to the hotel.
I showered, put on some clean gear, and headed down to the beer garden. It was busy with lots of young people enjoying the warm evening. There was a band setting up under a covered area and a few people were having an early pub meal from the bar. I wasn't sure if Dale would turn up, but I was hopeful as he did seem to show some interest in the idea of sharing a bed with me. Or at least I hope he did, as I was a reasonably good-looking guy in his early 30s, with a good body, with a good tan and I never had any problems finding company before. I guess it all depended on whether he was interested and maybe gay or not.
Well, I was just about to order my second beer when Dale turned up.
"Hi, Jacko. I hope that offer is still on." He said with a big broad grin. "I just got a text from my friends and they are staying in Margaret River tonight. So I am looking for a bed."
"Ya mate. It sure is. Can I get you a beer?" I replied.
We had a few beers and ordered and ate pizzas while we listened to the band for a while before I said I was heading up to my room and maybe watch some TV. Dale said that he also had had enough, and we both finished our beers and headed for the room.
"Do you mind if I have a shower?" Dale asked.
"No problems. There's a spare towel on the hand basin that you can use." I told him.
It was now just after 10.30 pm so I undressed and hopped into bed. I found the remote and turned the TV on. I could hear the shower as Dale had left the door open. After a while, I heard the shower stop and eventually, Dale emerged, naked, with his towel covering his front as he dried his hair. I could see he had a great-looking bubble butt and legs, but the towel covered what I really wanted to see. Dale eventually turned away and hung the towel over the back of the chair near his side of the bed and turned back to look at me. I must have been staring, as he had the most magnificent looking cock and balls I had ever seen. He looked down at what I was staring at and then back at me with a big grin on his face.
"I think you like what you see." He stated, still grinning.
"That's an understatement." I just managed to blurt out. "That is one hell of a cock you have there."
And it was. It must have been a good 6" to 7" long and hanging soft and slack, with its long smooth foreskin hanging well over the end making it look even longer. It was however thick, with a large cock head that was clearly visible under his long foreskin, as was the thick vein that ran down the full length of his monster. Behind this weapon, he had two big balls hanging loose in their smooth ball bag. They hung down nearly as low as his long thick cock did. His whole package was much darker than the rest of his body and was crowned with a trimmed patch of light brown pubic hair topped off with the light snail trail that ran up to his navel. The same that had been visible above his board shorts. Dale seemed extremely happy and proud to show off his endowment to me, making it wobble from side to side.
"Would you like a closer look?" He asked.
"Ya, sure." I replied as he got up on the bed on his knees and walked his way over to where I was laying. His big cock was now hanging only inches from my face, so I took hold of it and peeled back the long foreskin. His big cock head appeared and as I milked his stiffening meat, a big drop of pre-cum appeared out of his piss slit. I quickly licked it off. As I did, I looked up and caught him smiling down at me. I took his big cock head into my mouth and ran my tongue around its underside. Dale moaned. I sucked all the pre-cum out of his hardening cock. As I did, Dale pulled the sheet that was covering me back and took hold of my already hard 7 ½" cut cock. As he did, slid around into a 69 position and took my cock into his mouth. By this time his monster cock was fully hard, thick, and throbbing. I took a tight hold of his ball bag and tried to take his cock all the way to the base, but it was so thick and long. I slowly worked on it getting it deeper and deeper into my throat until I eventually took it to the base and buried my nose into his trimmed pubic hair. His smell was intoxicating as he also took my cock to the hilt. I broke off his cock for a while and took his balls, one at a time into my mouth. His ball bag was naturally smooth, not like mine which I shaved smooth every day or so. His balls were big, but I eventually got both into my mouth at the same time, and that was one hell of a mouthful. I sucked them hard. I could feel Dale start to finger my arse and slowly work his finger and then fingers into me as he continued sucking my cock. I released his balls and spat on my fingers and commenced doing the same to his smooth arse. I could hear him moan as I slipped a finger deep into his tight butt hole. I moved back to his cock and took it deep again as I was working on his arse. I found his prostate and started to massage it, forcing it to release a little man-cum which I was able to milk out of his cock. He was copying what I was doing, and I knew I could not hold back for long. Dale was now fucking my mouth with his hips and I guessed he was as close as I was. His cock then exploded in my mouth, pumping thick wads of cum, one after the other deep into my mouth. With that I also exploded, blowing my load into Dale. I was trying to swallow as quickly as I could, but Dale's thick man juice was running out the sides of my mouth, as he had too much for me to swallow. I could hear him slurping on my dick, trying to get as much of my cum as he could. It did not take all that long for us to drain each other's dicks dry. Eventually, he got off my cock and turned around and as our two wet cocks rubbed up against each other, we kissed. Tasting the sweet taste of each other's cum.
We lay in each other's arms for some time before Dale whispered in my ear. "That was fantastic." I just nodded as I kissed him again and we drifted off to sleep.
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