Where it happened: beach
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
I’d been at the beach all week, the last week before the dreaded return to school. Mom and Dad left two days before we had to give up the condo, so I had privacy. As usual, I began the day with a mile long exercise and show off jog on the sand. I returned to condo for lunch, beer, and shower. I brought my board out to the to the beach. Setting out for the waves, I became slightly irritated at a twig and his babe girlfriend’s use of the surfer-designated area for swimming and other dumb uses. The twig was showing off his body surfing prowess. As a five footer approached, he put his head down and kicked. I jumped on my board at the crest. I (somewhat inadvertently ) veered to the left and felt a dull thud at the front of my board. I pulled him out and brought them both back to the condo. I told him he’d probably suffered a concussion and directed him to rest in the room upstairs. I even helped him to relaxatiom with the ativan my mother inadvertently left. The twig’s girlfriend thanked me profusely and told me exactly how she needed to repay me. She took me into my bedroom began to zip my wetsuit. As her figure was hourglassish and I’d been somewhat excited by the events and sun, my cock was visibly hard underneath. Frankly, I was more turned on by my appearance in the mirror and her desire for me than anything else. She was a bitch. But I complied, laying down on the bed. She needed to tickle her own pussy to get it wet because I refused. I was only somewhat interested in the sport, and she sensed it. She asked what’s wrong. I told her if I couldn’t be on top and we couldn’t face the closet mirror, I was quitting. She complied, and I violently thrust into her until both my aggression and my lust subsided. I told her to wait in the living for her boyfriend to come to and then they could leave together. Meanwhile, I stayed nude on my bed, drinking beer and reading Jack Keruouac’s “On the Road.”
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