Jerry’s goal is to fulfill as many sexual fantasies as he can before he starts graduate school in the fall. The next fantasy on his list is topping a surfer, and with the help of the internet, he’s discovered a submissive young man on the Texas coast who is famous for giving up his incredible rump on the beach at sunset.
But when he meets Adriano, Jerry is stunned, and not just by the surfer’s beautiful body. The combination of Adriano’s sweet essence and natural sex appeal have Jerry wanting much more than a one-night stand.
The wave had knocked his shorts down around his knees, giving me a great view of his perfect, round ass, glistening wet in the sunshine. When he realized what had happened, he yanked up his shorts as fast as he could and turned to where I’d been watching with an embarrassed laugh. I gave him a loud wolf whistle and a thumbs-up. He laughed again. It was such a sweet sound I felt myself yearning to hold him in my arms.
I tried to shake the feeling off. I don’t fall for the guys I fucked or wanted to fuck. I was too young. Jerry, just focus on tagging this boy’s tail.
A half hour later when Adriano walked up the beach, I had returned fully to hound mode.
“Okay, now that you’ve let me see it, you’ve got to let me fuck it, dude,” I said, rubbing my crotch in what I hoped was a provocative manner.
He shot me a playful grin. “No, I don’t.”
“I took care of your jellyfish sting. What do I need to do to earn a shot at your ass?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Man, you’re bold.” He thought for a minute. “All right. Let me teach you to surf. If you get good enough to ride one all the way in, then ... well ...” He broke off, laughing.
“Seriously? I have to learn to surf?”
“Why not? That’ll prove that you’re interested in making me happy, too, instead of just getting your own rocks off.”
“But the other guys didn’t have to learn to surf, did they? They just got to fuck you.”
He frowned and fidgeted.
I started to massage his crotch and stroked the blue star on his back. “Dude, let me get your legs in the air for a little while. It won’t be just you giving me pleasure, I promise. I know how to be good to a bottom. You’ll be begging me never to stop.”
I felt him start to stiffen in his shorts, but he pulled my hand away. “C’mon, don’t.” His breath came rapidly. “Look, I want to, but I’m not into people thinking I’m a slut.”
“Please,” I begged.
He whimpered twice, gave me a look of resignation, and stripped off his board shorts. In a flash, he was on all fours, offering up his ass like it said he would on the website. So he was a slut. My favorite kind of guy. I smiled. I was getting him way before sunset.
As I bent down to stroke his crack in conquest, I caught the expression on his face. It was not one of lust or expectant ecstasy. Instead, I read conflict, maybe even sadness.
Fucking hell. My dick had never wanted to claim an ass so badly, and there was nothing to stop me. But maybe for the first time ever I felt like I didn’t want to take from someone who was so trusting and sweet when there was a good chance there’d be regret and resentment after his orgasm. I’d seen it before.
“Hey,” I said, moving around so I could take his chin in my fingers. “Teach me to surf.”
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