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Avery is at it again, this time on a legendary Southern California beach. That’s where he runs into a hunky surfer jock in need of some dollars, and Avery is all too eager to help out.

Can this surfer jock handle Avery’s generosity?

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San Guapo Beach in the summer of 1972 was warm, even by SoCal standards, and Avery enjoyed looking at all the college and military guys out there doing push-ups and play-fighting each other for the benefit of the flirty bikini babes who flocked there. This particular beach had more hot girls than you could shake a dick at. There would not be any alphas desperate to bust a nut here. But Avery enjoyed a man with hair you could run your fingers through. It didn’t have to be long hair, just thick and luxurious and maybe just a little bit greasy.
That described a lot of guys here — virtually all the guys who weren’t military had a full head of hair, and there weren’t many hats to be seen either, probably since it was an overcast day.
There was a surfer who drew Avery’s gaze.
He was hot, tall, dark-haired and well-tanned, with perfectly greasy blond hair. He slicked it back as he rose out of the water. His chest was hairy tooy. The surfer held his board in hand as he headed away from the water, sandals thwacking on the sand with every step.
Avery was just about to proposition him when a girl appeared. “You didn’t wait up for me!” she squealed and giggled.
“You gotta keep up, baby,” he said, kissing her on the lips. Avery stared at his crotch and saw his dick twitch when his tongue rammed into her mouth, and one of his hands gripped her breast.
For just a moment, it looked like they were going to have sex right here on the sidewalk. Then they just continued on. Avery was disappointed. They watched the handsome man’s ass sway as he walked down the street.
He sat there watching the surfers. Most of them wore swimwear, mere briefs that left little to the imagination. Avery could see their cocks outlined, jiggling as they rode the waves up and down. Many of them had treasure trails leading down to their crotches such that their belly hair and pubic hair intermingled, and those bathing suits were not large enough to cover the part that was clearly pubic.
Not that Avery was complaining.
But there were so many hot guys, that wasn’t just in his head. (Lookitthat Marine-type learning how to swim for the first time, his little hippie girlfriend giggling as he heaves onto the board! His muscles rippled like a sac of snakes.) The Marine’s dog tags jingled, and he stole a quick kiss from the girl, who squealed and pulled away then kissed him back.
They stood there in waist-deep water, locking lips. Avery couldn’t see either person’s hands, but he had a guess where they were.
Avery rented a motel room. With all these guys around, he could surely find the rough trade he sought. There were just too many pretty girls in southern California, he thought, it was ridiculous!
There was a surf shop a little ways down the promenade, and Avery headed that way. A Hang Twelve Surfer Joint, it was called. He thought he might be able to nab one of the clerks. They were probably young, alpha as hell and ready to bust a nut, and, of course, they wouldn’t have a girlfriend nearby when they were at work.
But there was only one clerk, and he was a little old for Avery’s taste. That was disappointing. On the other hand, the clerk was busy with a customer who was one of the handsomest surfers Avery had ever seen. He could tell Avery liked him too because of the way Avery’s eyes bulged out when he saw him.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Kyle, man, Mr. Winthrop will come down on me so hard if I sell it to you at that price-“
“Man, you told me to bring back the money!” Kyle pleaded. He had long, tangled blond hair and a surfer’s build, with broad shoulders and a sun-bronzed frame. He wore shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt that bared his biceps and the soft curly blond hairs that sprouted up and down his arms. He had a vaguely southern accent — a Bakersfield accent — and a deep voice. “You said to bring back another twenty dollars-“
“And then you took three days to do it, Kyle! That was the sale price. I gotta account for this shit in the ledger, man,” the clerk said. He looked at Avery and pointedly asked, “can I help you, sir?”
“I wanted to talk to him,” Avery said. He motioned to Kyle, who took a moment to notice — he was biting his lip, flexing his arms and trying to think of a way to make some extra money. Kyle furrowed his brow. He had deep dimples and brilliant blue eyes that made Avery swoon.
“… Oh? What? Me?” Kyle blushed. “What?”
“I just wanted to ask you a question,” Avery said.
Kyle hesitated.
“It’s a private question.”
Kyle looked at the clerk, who just shrugged. He gestured towards the sidewalk. Kyle scowled back at him. “Man…” He looked at Avery, then at Avery. “Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Avery. I’m from out of town.”
“Oh… like… oh…” Kyle looked like a bit of a dumbie, Avery thought, which was cute. His eyes stared blankly as Avery led him just outside the shop, to a bench near the sidewalk.
“I wanted to say that I’ll buy the surfboard for you. I’ll buy whatever surfboard you want,” Avery said. “If you cornhole me.”
Kyle’s eyes opened wide. He chuckled, nervously at first, then for real, then nervously again. He ran his fingers through his tangled mane of blond hair. “Ah… Oh…” He paused. Then he said it again, “ah… oh!” like he had just figured out what Avery said and that it wasn’t a joke.
“No one will ever know,” Avery said. He teased like he was going to grab Kyle’s cock in his board shorts, but he stopped short. Kyle scooted away.
Then Kyle reconsidered and scooted back. He blushed again, a deep crimson that contrasted well with his suntanned skin. “How’d you know my name?”
“The clerk said it.”
“Oh. Right…” He chuckled at himself. “Uh… So you’ll like… jerk me off and shit?” He paused and thought about it, looking around to make sure no one overheard. He took a deep breath. “If you try to go for my ass or anything, dude, I swear I’ll kick your ass. Totally.”
“No problem. I’ve got a motel room,” Avery said. “And I’ll pay for the surfboard when we’re done.”
They went to the motel, Kyle awkwardly silent because Avery wrapped an arm around his well-muscled back. Kyle was pretty sure no one saw him, so he breathed a sigh of relief when they actually made it into the motel room. There was one window in the small one-bed room, which opened on the beach until Avery drew the curtains closed. He left a small crack so Avery could watch through the window.
Kyle gulped. He ran his fingers through his thick tangle of blond hair, which stretched to his broad shoulders. He had never done anything like this, and wasn’t even really sure how to do it. He knew how to get a girl to give up the pussy — sort of, it wasn’t like he was an expert casanova or anything — but what was he supposed to do with a man?
But he needed a surfboard.
Aside from being a hobby he considered very important in his life, Kyle surfed to impress the girl he currently liked, Marsha, who would definitely lose interest if he had no surfboard any longer. He was glad to be in a motel room where no one could see him, but he was nervous too because he could hear people outside on the beach, playing, laughing, girls laughing at guys who were surfing — it felt like they were right in the room, laughing at him.
“You gotta take your shorts off,” Avery said. He rubbed Kyle’s shoulders, but that just seemed to make Kyle tense up more, so Avery stopped. He did run his fingers through that glorious hair. He kissed Kyle on the back of the neck.
“Shit… okay…” Kyle said. He blushed. He lowered his board shorts gingerly, pausing when Avery came around to his front and sink to his knees between Kyle’s legs. A few of his pale blond pubic hairs were visible, but he didn’t take his dick out yet. He wore old-fashioned tighty-whiteys beneath his board shorts.
He dove for it without even suggesting Kyle remove them. Avery wasn’t an underwear fetishist by any means, but Kyle’s briefs were pure white and smelled strongly of his scent. They made Avery’s dick so hard it ached.
Kyle looked both a bit horrified and relieved, like a part of him hoped Avery would just be satisfied by smelling his underwear. But instead he pulled Kyle’s briefs down, making Kyle gasp as his cock popped free. Avery rubbed Kyle’s limp dick over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dude… This is weird…” Kyle said. He whispered and looked towards the window. He could just barely see a pretty blonde girl in a bikini out there. He knew she couldn’t see in, but still, it was unnerving and Kyle pulled the curtain closed more.
“I’m just jerking you off, it’s exactly like a blowjob. There’s no difference. I don’t even have any beard hairs, see?” He displayed his perfectly smooth cheeks and chin.
“Still…”
“Well, it’s up to you. But if you say yes, no one will ever know,” Avery said. He backed up, no longer touching Kyle’s dick — which twitched a little — just staring at it as he spoke. “And if you say yes, tomorrow I’ll track you down on the beach, whenever some people are around, and I’ll make sure they all hear as I explain that I bought you the surfboard because you saved my daughter from a rapist. No, not daughter, then the girl you like will think she has competition: my elderly aunt. You saved my elderly aunt from a rapist, so I bought you the surfboard.”
He thought for a moment. His eyes were dull like he didn’t get the plan at first. “Shit, okay!” He paused. “Hey, how did you know there’s a girl I like?”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Just a good guess.” He licked his lips. “C’mon, lemme jerk you off… You already let me play with it a little. I’ll make you feel so good you forget about girls.”
Kyle closed his eyes and nodded. He gulped. “Fine. You better buy me that surfboard, dude.”
“I will. Ssssh, baby, it’s okay, it won’t hurt at all,” Avery said. He popped his cock into his mouth and giggled at the shocked expression on Kyle’s face, his eyes still closed. Avery began swallowing it as deep as he could, wanting to immediately impress Kyle with his deep-throating.
Outside the squawking of seagulls and the giggles of pretty girls filled the air, and Kyle tried to focus on that. He was both embarrassed that this was happening and that his dick hardened up right away, turning into a stiff rod that filled up Avery’s mouth.
He sucked in his breath. Kyle couldn’t believe how good this felt. If it was a girl, he’d say things like “I like you so much, baby…” but he didn’t want to say that now. He didn’t want to lead this freak on. He touched Avery’s head to drill his dick in but then thought that would seem almost romantic.
“Ah, shit, dude… You’re really doing it…” Now that it had started, Kyle thought it didn’t feel as weird as he thought it would. It really was just like a girl, but maybe even better. He bit his lip hard as Avery swallowed him all the way to the root, until his face nuzzled Kyle’s unkempt pubic hair.
It wasn’t the first time Kyle had done something like this, but he wasn’t sure the first time counted. It was last year, when Kyle was just barely nineteen. He and his male friends Scumdog and Pony had spent a day surfing and talking to girls on the beach.
They’d very nearly gotten a girl to give them all blowjobs. They tried to pretend like it was no big deal, like she should just do it as a big practical joke. She was definitely thinking about it. She blushed and giggled and said “oh my god!” a lot.
But in the end, she had said no because Pony farted and Kyle and Scumdog both laughed; that was immature, she thought. She had walked away in a huff. Kyle was standing there on the beach with a hardon in those tiny tight swimming shorts, next to Scumdog and Pony. It was Scumdog who first noticed everyone’s boners. He tried to hit Kyle’s with his like they were jousting, which made Kyle blush. Scumdog later acknowledged that his boner wouldn’t go away, that he needed to get a nut off. Scumdog suggested they circlejerk instead.
But where to go on a crowded beach? They couldn’t just jack off here. So instead they had gone to the beach showerhouse. At the time, Kyle had been nervous. He assumed they were going to take turns jacking off in the little back area, with the others making sure no one came in.
All kinds of people came into those beach showerhouses, the kind with no stalls or anything, just bare showerheads spraying fresh water to clear the salt off people’s body. It wasn’t expected that people would be naked in there at all. Only weirdos took their shorts off in those places.
But no one was in there then, not in the back where no one ever went. Kyle still had a hardon when he got in there with Scumdog and Pony, all of them walking stiffly and continually adjusting themselves to hide the boners. The more they thought about it, the less they could stop their cocks from throbbing and even leaking a few drops of precum just because they had to keep moving their swim trunks around.
“I’m going first, you keep a lookout-“
“No way-!”
“It was my idea, you keep a lookout.”
“Hey, you know what… Hey you know what’s not pervy, like for real, not?” Scumdog said. He was the tough one of the three, his older brother in prison and his father on parole. He had tattoos and a shaved head. He leaned his surfboard against a wall in a way that provided some protection from witnesses. “It’s for real, they do it in prison. Ya gotta be a real man. You pansies in? Oh are you worried you’re gonna turn pansy too?”
And so that was how the circlejerk had started. Kyle was nervous now thinking about it as his dick got slurped on by Avery.
He grunted. This felt better than he thought possible. No girl had ever give him a blowjob him like this. Kyle gasped. He didn’t want to sound like he liked this, that would be too pervy.
Precum flowed down Avery’s throat. Kyle was so horny it hurt. He gripped the sheets of the hotel bed beneath him, holding on tightly enough to pull the sheets off the mattress.
Back in that communal shower, Kyle thought — he was unable to stop thinking about it now, after he had spent the last year trying to pretend it hadn’t happened — he had felt tougher when it was all over, like Scumdog was right, only tough guys did it.
Pony’s dick had been big and veiny and it felt so weird in Kyle’s hand. Not bad, just weird. Kyle wondered why it felt different. Was it all in his head? Pony’s dick had been hard like stone, but Kyle thought his always had some fleshiness to it, even when it was totally erect.
Scumdog had touched Kyle’s nipples too, and Pony’s. He said guys just needed to blow their wad sometimes, so they could concentrate. He said girls didn’t like desperate guys.
Kyle’s heart had raced the whole time, as he endured Scumdog’s big meaty hands stroking him off — Pony was tall and thick all over. It was worse than masturbating, he thought, but the excitement made it somehow hotter. He felt like Pony was stroking less effectively yet his hand was built better, so it stroked whole different parts of his dick that he had never felt before.
He got that same feeling now. “Damn, dude, you do that… like… crazy… oh, shit!” Kyle flailed on the bed, the precum flowing like water from a hose down Avery’s throat.
A gasp escaped from Kyle’s mouth, so strangled and choked that it sounded painful. His surf-toned muscles all flexed at once, pecs bouncing. Avery reached up to tweak his nipples, surprised at how extreme Kyle’s reaction was — Kyle was both aroused and dismayed because it reminded him of that circlejerk.
Kyle made eye contact with Avery, who was balls-deep on his cock. Kyle blushed again — or maybe still, Avery couldn’t tell — he didn’t even know someone could deep-throat an entire cock. Kyle, the poor baby, didn’t even realize yet that his dick was much bigger than average. He just thought deep-throating was impossible, until he saw Avery swallowing him to the root. He hadn’t noticed that during the circlejerk because he’d been focused on not getting cummed on.
That hadn’t worked. He’d gotten Pony’s cum on his hand and a bit on his thigh then. He’d bugged out when it happened as though he was going to punch Scumdog.
“Ya got your nut on me, dude!” Kyle held his hand up like it was radioactive.
But Scumdog just scoffed. “You ain’t some squeamish wuss, right? It’s just a little cum. If we all got that slut to suck us off, we’d probably touch dicks, right, bro? We’d probably cum all over each other’s shafts. That’s how it works for real men, y’know, not the stuffed-shirt crowd, but real men. They blow their wad wherever they can. You wanna cry about it? Go back to Feaga Spit Beach.” He sneered — Feaga Spit Beach was the private, exclusive beach where there was no surfing or virtually any other activity allowed.
“Yeah, dude. Yeah. Right,” Kyle had said then, as though he already agreed with all that. He just wiped his hand off on the wall. It still felt cummy though, and he had to hold down a feeling of panic. “I was just — Pony looked like he was gonna cry like a little baby, I thought he was freaking out about it.”
“No I wasn’t-!”
Scumdog shoved him then. That was the first naked wrestling match Kyle had ever participated in. He had no idea that, if he had said it out loud, Avery would demand a play-by-play as he stroked and slurped on Kyle’s cock to completion. His half-hard, cum-dripping cock had flopped all over Scumdog’s thighs, and their dicks even touched.
He didn’t want to even slightly touch dicks when they were jacking off, but Kyle realized only later that he hadn’t had any anxiety about it when they wrestled. That was despite him feeling every inch of Scumdog’s cock sliding all over his body, leaving a trail of cum because Scumdog had just cum as well. He didn’t even realize he had been covered in Scumdog’s cum (and probably Pony’s somehow too) until later. Wrestling was macho enough to make him forget about such things, and it wouldn’t do to act like some prissy little bitch whining about a spider, Kyle thought.
They were in the shower anyway at the time. They rinsed off right afterwards, and Kyle, thought with swelling pride, he had won the match even though Scumdog was larger. He put Scumdog in a chokehold, his broad chest encompassing Scumdog’s back as Scumdog turned red and cried uncle.
“Say you’re the wuss!” Kyle said.
“Okay, yeah, I’m the wuss,” Scumdog had said through his gasps and squirming between Kyle’s bicep and forearm. He blushed as Pony and Kyle laughed at him.
That was an alpha enough ending that it made Kyle feel better about it. He wasn’t going to tell anyone though, not even Avery. Now that he was getting dome from Avery, Kyle was glad he had done that circlejerk too. That made it easier now.
“Yeah, dude, man, you got… shit…” Kyle felt too good to focus on saying anything. His spine shuddered as a wave of pleasure wracked his body. It was still nerve-wracking, but he could admit it (to himself) it was the best dome of his life. Plus, he thought with a big grin, he was going to get a brand-new surfboard out of it.
His hands were on Avery’s scalp, guiding him up and down. That had felt too weird a moment ago because it reminded Kyle he was with a man. He could feel Avery’s short hair.
But now that he was on the verge of orgasm, that seemed a lot less important. Pleasure shot up his spine, and Kyle bit his lip. He couldn’t help but cry out. He hoped no one out on the beach could hear him moaning.
He drilled in deeper. No girl had ever deep-throated him like this, or at all, really, they mostly just played with it and licked the tip. Avery’s throat was tight and warm and wet and it felt so good Kyle couldn’t even tell when his orgasm began.
His face turned ruddy like sunburn, his tanned skin turning reddish. Avery blushed too, his lungs crying out for air. Kyle flexed his muscles, holding onto Avery as his balls throbbed against the skin of Avery’s chin.
“Shit!” Kyle shouted as loud as he could.
Avery reached up to grab his pecs and his nipples. Kyle didn’t have huge pectoral muscles, but they were firm and bulged a little, especially now that he was orgasming. Avery loved feeling a man’s muscles mid-orgasm. Even men who weren’t very strong always felt muscular when they were shooting a load down Avery’s throat.
It kept on going, flowing, more and more, salty and sweet cum coating Avery’s throat. Kyle was young enough to shoot a massive wad that filled up Avery’s belly. It sat hotly in his stomach, and still it flowed.
“Goddamn…” Kyle sighed. He’d gotten girls to swallow cum before — twice — but they never let him just cum right down their throat like this. This was amazing.
At last he couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure was so intense he had to pull out. Kyle removed his dick with a loud, moist gasp, the feelings coursing through him so intense a few drops of drool dripped onto Avery’s face.
“Shit, man, goddamn,” Kyle said. Now that he was post-orgasmic, his face was an even brighter red than before. His whole body undulated. He gagged a little when he saw Avery licking a hairy trail up from his crotch to his chest.
Avery sucked the sweat off Kyle’s chest, and he suckled on each nipple, catching a glimpse of Avery’s face outside the hotel room, still peering in. Kyle bristled and straightened his back, but didn’t say anything. Avery stroked his muscles with both hands. He came close enough that his dick touched Kyle.
“Hey, shush…” Avery said. He kissed Kyle on the neck, but Kyle just stood there. Avery had to move his long, tangled blond hair out of the way first.
Then Avery touched his erect cock to Kyle’s rapidly limpening manhood. Kyle sucked in his breath but just bit his lip. He frowned. Was it too weird to touch dicks? He and Pony and Scumdog had touched dicks, at least sort of. But was it weirder to touch dicks with a stranger rather than a buddy? Kyle was still pondering that as he nodded — he was too tired to give a crap anyway.
“Don’t worry, we’re just touching dicks,” Avery said. “I’m gonna buy you the best surfboard in that shop, dude. You want a hot dog too? I’ll buy you a hot dog from that cart out there.”
Kyle nodded just barely enough for Avery to see. His eyes were closed tight and he stood stiffly, sweat dripping down his broad shoulders. Avery sucked that sweat off too.
Their dicks jousted together. Avery’s was big and throbbing, veiny, hard, pulsating beneath his grasp. Kyle’s was the same size but soft right now, still a little spongy because he had already cum.
Avery didn’t mind that at all. Avery loved jousting with post-orgasmic alphas. Kyle didn’t really think about it. He was nervous about it happening, but after circlejerking and naked shower-wrestling with his buddies and then getting jerked off by this weirdo from the beach, a little jousting seemed unimportant.
Then he felt Avery’s orgasm through his cock. Avery stroked both shafts together, basically using Kyle’s dick to jack himself off. Kyle raised his arms above his head so he didn’t have to touch Avery any more than he needed to. He opened his eyes just in time to gag at the sight of Avery’s dick pulsating.
“Uh…”
Cum sprayed onto Kyle’s crotch and shaft, coating his pubic hair in it. Kyle’s heart raced and he held his breath as he felt jet after jet of creamy cum coat his cock. It dripped down his shaft and onto his balls.
Then Avery dropped to his knees and stuck his tongue out. He licked the shaft and balls and his thighs, chasing down every drop of cum. Avery giggled at the sight of his thick pubic bush matted to his crotch. He sucked all those hairs clean.
Kyle had never experienced a post-orgasmic bout of pleasure like this. It felt so good it hurt, especially since it was combined with embarrassment and humiliation. He still felt dirty. That just reminded him of the surfboard and his beloved Marsha — if he got this dome, the surfboard and then Marsha out of it, that was a good deal, he thought. Not that he was ever going to tell anyone about it.
At last it was over. Kyle stepped away and sighed. He reached for his board shorts and sandals. “Goddamn.” He was relieved. He sighed. “That was cool.” He raced to assuage his masculinity. “I mean, I’ve had better blowjobs from girls and all. But that was cool. It was… cool. It was… I mean… It was groovy.”
Avery smiled as he wiped himself off, exhausted but excited to have finally landed the surfer of his dreams. Kyle nervously babbled. He had only a pair of shorts and sandals to put on, but somehow it took Kyle more time than it took Avery to get fully dressed.
“You’re gonna buy the Nimbus 9, right? That’s the one I want.”
“Of course, baby,” Avery said. He wrapped one arm around Kyle’s waist. His other hand teased Kyle’s six-pack. “Whatever you want.”