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The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.
This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious world as this is, HIV, AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do not exist, and so safer sex is not needed. Unfortunately, in the real world these diseases do exist, so please do yourself a favor and everyone you come in contact with, practice safer sex, use a condom.
I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell just to be with me.
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The Naked Surfer Chapter 1 by John Josept
The sun started to enter Daniel's room just as the clock radio went off to wake him for another day of work. On the radio, Jamie and Danny, the early morning DJ's from STAR Radio, were yelling about something too complicated for the mind to comprehend this early in the morning. Daniel reached over and turned the clock radio off. It was going to be an unusually hot June day and Daniel was not eager to get up and face it.
He lay naked on his back in his bed; his usual morning erection was starting to grow. He took his hand and started to masturbate to hasten the process. In no time, his cock was at its full eight-inch length. Daniel beat off almost methodically and with no fantasies of hunky men sucking his dick or no twinks to fuck. He masturbated because it was his morning ritual.
While one hand held his hard cock, the other was exploring his well-defined upper body that was covered in a thin layer of dark brown hair that trailed down to a darker brown bush around his dick and balls.
Daniel's hand picked up the pace on this dick. He glanced over at the clock and realized he had better cum soon or it would throw off his morning routine completely, but the urge to cum still was not there. He reached for his balls and pulled down on them. This usually got him to a climax in no time.
Faster and faster, he pounded his dick. Harder and harder, he pulled on his balls. He could feel the sperm start to flow now, so he let go of his scrotum so he could cum freely and quickly. As expected he reached his climax with no enthusiasm, it was just a release. Cum poured from his cock and Daniel scooped most of it up, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it. He broke a record; he came in less than 2 minutes.
He lay there licking the last of his cum off his hand, then jumped out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. He quickly scrubbed himself and turned off the water. His shower lasted only 5 minutes. He never stayed long enough in the shower to enjoy it. He was just a way to get clean.
After he dried off, he pulled the shaving cream from the medicine cabinet, put it on his face, and proceeded to shave. When done, he went to his closet and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt. He really didn't care what the colors were or even if they matched for that matter.
He then went to the kitchen, pulled out a couple pop tarts from the cupboard and put them in the toaster. The timer on the automatic coffee maker had already brewed his coffee. He filled his travel mug with the brew, grabbed the pop tarts from the toaster, and was out the door. This was Daniel's daily routine. Daniel was in a rut and very depressed and he didn't give a damn about it either.
Daniel is a 35-year-old computer analyst who works for a major electronics company. Even though Daniel was tops in his field, he hated his job. He could do it with his eyes closed and it offered him no challenge.
You couldn't tell by his looks, but Daniel is a typical computer geek. Although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was a pretty good looking guy. He is just over 6 feet, with brown hair that he wears combed to the side but has a tendency to fall in his piercing deep brown eyes.
He worked out at the gym religiously, three times a week. Since he lived on the Strand in Hermosa Beach, California just steps from the beach, he would go swimming or bodysurfing in the ocean whenever he got the chance. These weekly workout were another part of his routine. He didn't know why he did it; he just knew he had to. Daniel was physically fit and in excellent shape, but still he would not admit that to anyone. He would always find a flaw somewhere.
If Daniel really loved anything, it was his art, sculptures actually. He worked with clay, but also loved to work with steel rods, bending and twisting and braising and welding them into things of beauty. As usual, Daniel didn't think he was good enough, so he kept all his art stored in his garage that he converted into a studio. The only eyes that saw them were his own.
Daniel lived in a house that had been in his family since the 1920's. It had gone through several remodels and updates since then, yet it still kept the charm of a 1920's beach house. He inherited it from his parents who died several years ago or he would never be able to afford to buy such a place just steps to the Strand, especially on his salary.
He lived there alone. He was painfully shy. He never had a lover; he never thought any man could love him, so he never tried. He knew he was gay from an early age. He hated himself for that but grew to accept it, but never acknowledged it to anyone, even to himself for that matter.
He had a habit of reading every gay sex manual he could find, just in case he needed it, but he knew that day would never come, but if it did, he was ready. He had memorized every position every manual showed him. He knew the mechanics of anal intercourse and oral sex. He never experienced either one, but his computer mind knew he would be ready if the opportunity came about, which he convinced himself still would never happen.
Daniel was ready to face what he thought would be another routine day. Little did he know that events were about to happen that would change his world forever.
He got into his car, a 1974 Nissan 280ZX. It has over 150,000 miles on it and he keeps it in excellent running condition, the interior was spotless. Daniel is also good at fixing cars. Again, he dismisses this knowledge as nothing important.
As he drove off, he set the travel mug in the cup holder he bought for the door, took a bite of his pop tart and set the rest down on the consol.
He was about a block away from home, driving down Hermosa Avenue, when he heard tires screech and he felt his car jolt and he found himself spinning around. Someone had hit him in the side rear of his beloved car.
"Shit, Damn, Fuck," Daniel yelled out. He took inventory of himself to make sure he was not injured. His coffee had spilled on the upholstery and his pop tarts lay on the floor mat. He then got out of his car fearful of what or who maybe out there.
He saw he was hit by a new black Ford F150 pick up truck. Two young surfers were in the truck. The driver, visibly upset, was pounding his fists on the steering wheel. He then got out of the truck and walked to the back yelling profanities. Daniel figured he was in for trouble with this kid.
Meanwhile the passenger got out of the truck and came over to Daniel.
"You ok man?" the young surfer said. The surfer was a slender young man about 20 years old. He wore green baggy shorts and a T-Shirt with a Hawaiian print.
"Yeah I think so," Daniel replied, "what's with your friend? Is he violent?"
"Oh he's freaking out, this is his old man's truck, and he's not supposed to be driving it. He's going to get the shit kicked out of him when he finds out." Daniel looked over at the young driver, who now was sitting on the curb with his head hanging down.
Daniel went and looked at the damage to his 280ZX and saw the right rear fender was pretty much a goner. No biggie, he thought, he could get that replaced with little trouble. He looked over at the pick up truck and the only damage was a broken headlight, a small dent and some scratches.
Daniel cautiously approached the young man sitting on the curb. When he saw Daniel come up to him, he jumped up. That startled Daniel and he stepped back thinking the young surfer was going to strike him.
"Oh man, I am sorry, it was all my fault, my old man is fucking going to kill me," he said to Daniel, but Daniel didn't hear much of what he was saying.
He stood there staring at this young driver. He had the typical surfer sun bleached blond hair that blew carelessly in the wind. He wore no shirt and his baggie shorts were slung very low on his hips, where you could see a hint of his pubic hair. He was obviously not wearing anything under those shorts. His upper body was muscular from carrying around those surfboards, very tan, and hairless. His face was that of a cherub, not quite a man, but certainly no child. Daniel guessed he was in his early 20's. He had never seen anyone as handsome as this young man. He couldn't help but stare and try to suppress the erection he was getting. Daniel wears tight jockey short, so that kept his erection concealed. "Watch yourself Daniel," he said to himself, "if only I had the nerve to ask someone like him, out. Oh who am kidding, he wouldn't give a troll like me the time of day let alone a date."
The young man's words were starting to sound very desperate and brought Daniel out of his daydream.
"I'm not supposed to be driving his truck, he's going to beat the shit out of me again," the young surfer kept saying over and over.
"Well there isn't that much damage to the truck, just the headlight, and a small dent and some scratches," Daniel said, "your insurance should take care of that with no problem."
"You don't get it, my old man is fucking crazy. He's going to kill me when he comes back to town. He said not to drive it, but I took it out anyway," said the young man as he went to the curb again and sat down. Daniel saw genuine fear in his eyes and sat down on the curb next to him. Being so close to him made Daniel's hands shaky.
"Look, I won't report this to the police or my insurance company, ok?"
Daniel put his hand on the young man's bare shoulder. Touching the young man's skin sent a shockwave through Daniel. "When does your father return?" Daniel asked.
"Next week," the young man said not lifting his head but sounding very despondent.
"I have a friend who owns a body shop, we can take the truck to him, and he will fix it good as new and your father wouldn't have to know a thing."
The young man lifted his head and looked at Daniel, his face becoming less anxious. "You'd do that for me?" he said "but I have no money."
"Well, I am sure my friend will give us a good deal. I will pay for it and you could pay me back by doing odd jobs around my house, you know yard work or something."
Daniel couldn't believe what he was saying to this young man. He didn't know why he was doing it. Or perhaps he did, he just wanted this kid around a little longer.
A big smile came over the young man, his face lit up "Thanks man, I will pay you back in any way I can, every penny, I swear."
From behind them, the young man's friend said "Chase, I gotta get to work. If I'm late again I get sacked. I'm going to hitch a ride."
"Sure Charlie, sorry, man," Chase said. With that, Charlie turned and left.
"Ok," Daniel said with a sense of authority he didn't know he had, "lets get these vehicles out of the road; we're starting to back up traffic. I live just a few blocks from here; you can drive your truck over and park it in my driveway until the body shop opens then we can take it over there.
"Thanks man, I don't know what to say."
"That's ok. Say is your name really Chase?"
"Yeah, Chase Bell."
"Cool, name, and different. I'm Daniel Casadini, nice to meet you Chase," Daniel said, as he extended his hand out to Chase. They shook hands but Daniel held on to it longer than he should. Chase looked at him funny and Daniel immediately let go.
"Nice to meet you too," Chase said, "too bad it's under these circumstances."
They got into their respective vehicles and Chase followed Daniel to his house. Daniel pulled into his driveway and signaled Chase to park next to him. It was only 8 AM and the body shop would not be open for at least an hour.
Daniel got out of his car and was disappointed when Chase emerged from his vehicle to see him putting on a tee shirt. Daniel was enjoying looking at his smooth tanned and muscular body.
"Well come on in the house Chase, it will be about an hour before the body shop opens."
"Ok," Chase replied, "How cool, you live so close to the Strand."
"My great grandparents built this house and it's been handed down to me. My parents are both dead now," Daniel said sadly.
"You're lucky," Chase said, not realizing how bad that sounded.
"Huh?" Daniel said.
"Shit man, I didn't mean it like that. I meant I wish my old man was dead. That son-of-a-bitch gets drunk and beats the crap out of me ever since I was a kid."
Chase recounted to Daniel how his mom took off when he was a kid cause she couldn't take it anymore. She left me with a maniac for a father. "Every time he drink, he thinks of her and gets pissed off and he takes it out on me and that was over 10 years ago and the fuckhead still does it," Case said, not knowing why he was opening up to this stranger as he was.
"Sorry to hear that Chase, that must be an awful way to grow up."
"Funny, I know I could probably take the bastard, but for some reason I don't even try." Chase said wishing he hadn't.
As they walked into the living room of his quaint little beach house, Daniel asked, "How about a cup of coffee."
"Sure that would be great."
Daniel went to the kitchen and touched the coffee pot. The coffee was still warm, so he poured them each a cup. Chase walked into the room.
"What would you like in your coffee," Daniel asked.
"Cream and sugar," Chase replied.
"Ok, could you get the sugar from the top shelf in the cabinet?" Daniel said, pointing to the cabinet on the other side of the kitchen.
"Sure," Chase said as he opened the cabinet door. "I can't see it."
Daniel went over, stood next to Chase, and pointed to where it was. Chase seeing it reached up to the shelf. Daniel was standing very close to Chase where he could smell his body. It was a clean smell, like the ocean. Daniel was getting a erection and he knew he needed to control it. "Thank god for tight jockey shorts," Daniel thought to himself.
Chase grabbed the sugar off the shelf poured what looked like a half a cup into his coffee mug.
Daniel laughed, "You sure like your sugar."
"Yeah, I'm a sweet kinda guy," Chase said realizing how strange that must have sounded. He took a sip from his cup.
"Hey man I still have salt water all over my body, is it ok if I took a quick shower here?" he said changing the subject.
"Yeah, no problem," Daniel said. He could feel his dick starting to rise again. Daniel pointed to where the bathroom was and got a clean towel for Chase from the linen closet. Chase grabbed his coffee and headed for the bathroom.
Daniel heard the water in the shower turn on. Chase had not closed the bathroom door and Daniel dare not look in.
"While you shower, I will call my office and tell them I won't be in today." Daniel shouted from the living room, "Do you need to call anyone or any place?"
"Yeah, I need to call work," Chase said from the bathroom.
"Ok before or after your shower."
Just then, Chase walked into the living room stark naked, "I will make it before, if that's ok. Hope you don't mind me being naked. I'm kind of a nudist I guess," Chase said with an innocent smile.
Daniel was speechless; he tried not to stare at Chase's naked body. He was tan all over; even his firm butt was as tan as the rest of his body. He obviously sun's naked, too," Daniel said to himself. That thought started Daniel's dick to harden.
Daniel handed Chase the phone, his hand was still shaking. He hoped that Chase did not notice.
As Chase made his call, Daniel stared, taking inventory of Chase's body, his firm, cut chest, his six pack abs and his soft cut dick lying on top of his ample ballsack. Daniel's dick was full hard now and his breathing was getting shallow. Chase looked over at Daniel as he was ending his call. He noticed Daniel's stares and heavy breathing. Chase's manhood was beginning to grow. Daniel boldly walked up to Chase, took him into his arms, and kissed him hard, their tongues accepted into each other's mouths. Daniel could feel Chase hard dick push up against him.
Suddenly, Chase abruptly pushed away, interrupting their passion. "This ain't right man, this..this ain't right," Chase said in a panic, his dick still hard as a rock. He retreated into the bathroom and this time he shut the door.
Daniel was devastated. Never in his life was he that daring to approach anyone and the first time he tries it is a disaster.
"God what have I done, Chase I am sorry, I don't know what came over me, please forgive me," he pleaded.
There was no reply coming from the bathroom, the only sound was of water running in the shower.
Daniel was frantic, he paced up and down waiting for Chase to come out of the bathroom.
Thirty long minutes later, the bathroom door finally swung open, and Chase emerged fully dressed, with a smile on his face.
"So when do we go to the body shop," he said, acting like nothing happened between them.
"Look, Chase, I am sorry about what happened earlier," Daniel said.
"Nothing happened, Daniel, nothing happened," Chase said very nervously.
Daniel didn't know how to respond.
After a long pause, he said, "I will call my friend to see if he is in the shop early." Daniel was feeling dejected.
"Ok Great," Chase said cheerfully.
Daniel picked up the phone and called his friend to see if he was in the shop yet.
"Marty's Body Shop, Marty speaking," said the voice on the other end.
"Marty, its Daniel, I need a favor."
"Hey Daniel, how ya doin?"
"Doing ok Marty."
"What ya need buddy."
"I was wondering if you could fix a minor dent in a friend of mine's pick up. It has a broken headlight and a few scratches, too. Oh yeah, I will need you to look my car over too. It needs a rear fender."
"What the hell happened?" Marty inquired.
"I will explain it to you later," Daniel would have to think of something to tell Marty. He didn't want to tell him that he had the hots for this young surfer and wanted him around as long as possible. No one knew he was gay and that included his long time friend Marty.
"Sure, bring them on over."
"Ok see you in a few minutes."
"Bye," they both said and hung up.
"My friend Marty is waiting for us at his shop; you will have to follow me in the truck."
"Sure, that will be great and thanks for the help, I will repay you for this."
They got into their vehicles and Chase followed Daniel to the body shop.
All the way there, Daniel kept chastising himself for being so bold as to think Chase would respond any other way than he did. "You are an idiot, Daniel", he said to himself. "What if Chase says something to Marty, what if he says something to all his friends and the rest of the people on the Strand."
It was just a short drive to the body shop. Marty came out of his office to greet Daniel and Chase.
Daniel explained the situation to his friend Marty. Marty told Chase, not to worry he will get the truck fixed in a couple days and his old man will never know anything happened to it.
"Thanks a lot Marty, I own you one," Daniel said.
"You damn right you owe me," they both laughed.
"Thanks Marty," Chase said and shook his hand and they both left.
Chase gave Daniel directions to his house; it wasn't that far from where Daniel lived.
They pulled up in front of Chase's family home. It was a typical California Bungalow, built in the 1940's. Chase thanked him, and he sat in the car for a few seconds like he was going to say something.
"Look Chase about what happen, I'm sorry, I don't...."
"I have to go now," Chase interrupted and opened the car door and left.
Daniel drove home completely humiliated blaming himself for this indiscretion.
When he got home, he sat in his favorite chair in the living room with his legs up against his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, staring off into nothing for the rest of the day. He didn't eat or anything, he just sat there. When it got dark, he got up without turning on any lights, took off his clothes, and went to bed. He cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
All night Daniel had that dream that haunted him most his life. It had variations but it was basically the same. He was naked and friends and family were laughing at him and pointing fingers. Everyone from his grand parents to his mom and dad, even Marty were laughing and calling him faggot that night. Then he saw Chase crying his eyes out and saying to him, "How could you violate me like this," then even he started to laugh and point. Then everyone was standing around him, laughing, and pointing. Daniel woke up with a start; his body covered in sweat. He kept having that dream all night. It was a very uneasy sleep that's for sure.
The next morning he was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was 7AM, he had almost forgotten it was Saturday and he didn't have to go into the office.
There was that knock again. He got up and put on a pair of sweat pants that hung low on his hips and showed off his well-built body. His morning hard on was the only thing preventing his pants from falling to the floor. He looked out the bedroom window, the fog had rolled in and he could feel the chill in the air; he couldn't even see next door. That's the price you have to pay sometimes for living just steps from the ocean.
Then the knock again, but this time louder. Daniel went to the door and opened it. It was Chase standing there with tears in his eye and shivering from the chill of the morning fog. All he had on was his shorts. He had no shoes or shirt.
"Daniel, I--I--" Chase said and stepped into the house, put his arms around Daniel's naked shoulders and kissed him hard on the lips. There tongues began exploring the insides of their mouths.
"I couldn't sleep Daniel; all I kept thinking of was you and that kiss. I'm sorry I acted the way I did, I wanted to make love to you, but I was afraid."
Daniel didn't say anything, they just kissed again now with more passion than either of them had expressed in their lives.
It didn't take long for Daniel's cock to get hard again. It was poking Chase in his abdomen. Daniel could also feel Chase rock hard manhood pushing up against him through his shorts.
Daniel broke the kiss and without saying a word, started to run his hands all over Chase's smooth body. It was a soft as silk, he touched his chest and shoulders and stomach. Chase started to do the same to Daniel. Their passion was building up inside them. Daniel grabbed Chase, pulled him into him, and kissed him frantically. He ran his hands up and down Chase's back while Chase was pinching Daniels nipples.
Daniel's hands found its way under Chase's shorts and caressed his firm ass cheeks. Daniel had never felt anything so smooth yet firm. He squeezed them in his hands.
Chase went right for Daniel's manhood. He stretched the elastic band on Daniel's sweat pants and latched on to Daniels hard cock.
Daniel released Chase's ass, unzipped his shorts, and let them fall to the floor. Chase's hard shaft sprang up. His precum was dripping in a steady stream.
Daniel took Chase by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Chase turned Daniel to face him then slowly went down on his knees, without either one of them taking their eyes from each other. Chase pulled down on Daniel's sweat pants freeing Daniels eight inch cock. Chase's tongue ran around the tip of Daniel's mushroom cockhead. Precum started to drip from his pee hole and Chase eagerly licked it up, tasting this ambrosia for the very first time. Then he swallowed the whole cock until he could feel the tip of Daniel's cock at the back of his throat and his nose buried in Daniel's thick black bush.
"Oh fuck Chase", is all Daniel could say, except for more groans of pleasure. Daniel had only dreamt of having someone suck his dick, but none of his dreams or none of his paging through sex manuals could compare to the feeling he was having right now. The warm feeling of Chase's hot mouth on his hard cock was a first time experience he would never forgot.
Remembering what he saw in the manuals, Daniel put his hands on the top of Chase's head and guided him as he pumped his cock with his mouth.
Chase just kept sucking on Daniel cock. He had never sucked a dick before and hoped he was doing it right. By the way Daniel was moaning with pleasure, he figured he was on the right track and continued his assault.
Daniel could feel his balls tighten and knew if he didn't stop now, he would be cumming very soon and he didn't want that just yet, so pulled his dick from Chase's eager mouth. I line of saliva and precum stuck from Daniels dick to Chase's lips. Chase just lapped it up.
"I don't want to cum just yet Chase, I want to taste you now".
Daniel thought to himself, "What did that manual say about sucking dick?" His photographic mind quickly paged through all the manuals he read and picked the one he thought would be best. With that in mind, Daniel guided Chase back on his feet only to lay him down on his bed. Daniel told Chase to push all the way up to the headboard and put a pillow under his head. He then positioned himself in between Chase's spread out legs, Chase's dick just inches from his mouth.
Daniel looked up into Chase's eyes. He hadn't noticed before but his eyes were blue. Daniel kept starring into Chase's eyes while he tried to remember the next step in the manual. "Oh yeah," he said to himself as he ran his tongue up Chase's hard shaft and circled the rim of his cockhead. Chase let out a loud sigh. The manual guided Daniel to first put the head of Chase's cock in his mouth then slowly slide down until his nose was buried in Chase's pubic hair. Daniel nearly gagged but he was able to control his reflexes. Daniel, unable to control himself, threw the manual and all thoughts of them away and let his emotions take over, something he was not used to doing. Daniel attacked Chase's cock with a vengeance; up and down he worked his manhood, showing no mercy.
"Oh Shit man, I'm going to cum", Chase yelled just as the first wave hit Daniel in the back of the throat. Daniel tried to keep up with the gush of cum that was shooting into his mouth. He kept swallowing, hoping he wouldn't choke or gag. He did neither. He swallowed until there was no more cum to drink. He held Chase's dick in his mouth, wanting to take as much of the thick goo as he could. He let Chase's dick fall from his mouth and went right for Chase's lips. They kissed deep and hard. Chase could taste his own cum in Daniel's mouth. They let their kiss prolong as much as possible. None of that was in any manual Daniel read, yet he knew this was the thing to do. Daniel's passion was still very much alive and his dick was still hard. Chase's dick didn't go down after he came, either.
"I want to fuck you Chase", Daniel boldly said. "Where did that come from?" he thought to himself.
A look of panic hit Chase's eyes.
"I don't know if I am ready for that Daniel".
"I will be gentle with you Chase", Daniel said softly, as if he knew how to fuck someone, being a 35 year old virgin himself.
"Please Daniel, not just yet".
Daniel could see the panic in Chase's eyes had turned to fear, "I just ain't ready for that.
"Chase, that's ok, we can wait for another time, when you are ready", Daniel said. His soft tone and soothing voice did its job and relaxed Chase's fears.
"Yeah, right," Daniel thought to himself, "as if Chase is going to want to have another time with him."
Daniel, still hard, took Chase in his arm and kissed him; their tongues once again exploring every inch inside their mouths.
Daniel laid on his back, his hard shaft standing straight up pointing to the ceiling. He started to beat his own dick when Chase stopped his hand. Chase slowly started jacking Daniels dick.
"God I did this countless times on my own, but it never felt like this", Daniel said, enjoying every stroke of Chase's hand. Daniel closed his eyes and laid back to enjoy the hand job Chase was giving him.
His eyes opened wide as he felt Chase's warm mouth once again on his hard manhood. Chase attacked Daniels pud, with his up and down motion. Chase he knew by instinct this is what he was supposed to do. Up and down, faster and faster he went. Daniel could feel his balls tighten and his breathing became shallow as he felt the surge that was about to erupt inside him.
"Cumming", Daniel yelled, as the first shot of cum hit Chase's mouth. Chase had never tasted another man's cum before but he took it down like a veteran. Wave after wave of cum spilled into his mouth. Some started to leak from his lips and run down his chin, but he kept swallowing as much as he could until there was no more to swallow.
Chase kept Daniel's dick in his mouth to make sure he was finished cumming then let it fall. Exhausted, Chase laid his head down on Daniels thigh, staring into Daniels softening cock. Both men's breathing was coming back to normal, but very slowly.
Chase moved up into Daniel's arms and lay next to him, his arms around Daniels chest.
Daniel's insecurities started to set in and he began to panic. "Was this just a one time thing? What was going to happen now? What do I say to him? What if I didn't satisfy him?" were all questions that ran through his apprehensive mind. "Why isn't he saying anything?", Daniel added to himself.
Chase nuzzled closer to Daniel's body. "That was fucking hot, Daniel", Chase said, "you were fucking fantastic".
Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. "He must have liked it or was he just saying that to be polite."
Chase repositioned his body so he could look into Daniel's eyes; he looked up into his face and smiled.
"I can't believe we just did what we did", he said with a small laugh. "God, the first time I saw you yesterday I wanted this, but that kiss took me off guard and I just freaked. Sorry I hurt you Daniel.
"I never had the nerve to do that to anyone, I mean the kiss."
"I thought to myself why would a good looking guy like you with so much going for him, give me the fucking time of day let alone suck my dick," Chase said with a grin.
"Yeah me good looking", Daniel said, not believing Chase for one minute.
"You are beautiful Daniel", Chase said sincerely.
Daniel just looked at him funny.
"You don't believe that you are handsome do you?" Chase questioned.
"You're sweet Chase", Daniel said, "thanks for that".
"But its true Daniel, I'm serious; I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass here".
"You're the handsome one. God look at you, those eyes, that face, that body, hell, I am a troll", Daniel said, his eyes filling with tears.
"Don't ever call yourself that in front of me again", Chase said sternly, and with that he kissed Daniel.
Daniel didn't respond he was enjoying this moment too much.
They lay there just holding each other's naked bodies, talking about nothing in particular.
"You know we don't know that much about each other," Daniel said, "like how old are you anyway", he chuckled.
"Why am I too young for you?", Chase said chuckling back.
"No I just want to make sure I didn't just break any laws." They both laughed out loud.
God Daniel thought, I hadn't laughed this hard and this much in so long.
"I just turned 20. You broke the law in several southern states but not any California", Chase said with a smile and cuddled up closer to Daniel, kissing his chest and running his fingers through his light brown hairs.
"How old are you, old man", Chase said trying to hold back the laughter.
"That will be enough of that 'old man' crap, you young puck", Daniel said with a big smile on his face. "If you have to know, I am 35 years old".
"Hmm, well that's not TOO old", Chase said smiling, trying to exaggerate the word 'too'."
"What do you do, I mean yesterday you were heading off somewhere until I tried to run you off the road", they laughed again.
"I work in computers at Solutions International".
"Ah a computer geek. You don't look like one; you look more like a jock. Do you like your job?"
"Hmm, it's ok I guess it pays the bills", Daniel replied, completely ignoring the jock remark, figuring Chase was making fun of him.
"That's not what I asked. Do you like your job?"
"No, I hate it actually, I dread going in every morning, its so fucking boring".
"Why do you do it?"
"Like I said it pays the bills".
"What would you do if you could do anything you ever wanted?"
"That's easy, I love to work with my hands and create things. I like to sculpt, but I am not very good at it".
"Hmmm I have a feeling you are, especially how I see you are so down on yourself, you will have to show me some of your shit sometime".
"We will see, I haven't shown anyone my 'shit', ever".
"Too bad, but then I can't wait to be the first one to see it, you will show it to me won't you?"
"Yeah I guess so", Daniel said, although, he had no intention to do so.
"What about you, what do you do all day besides surf?"
"I surf in the mornings and then I go to work at the Von's Market on Pier Avenue. Then I surf in the afternoons. It gets me by".
"Ok, let me pose the same question to you, Do you like your job?"
"Fuck no, I hate it. It's just a means of breaking away from my old man. Someday I will have enough money saved to get the fuck out of there."
"Then if you could do anything you wanted what would it be?"
"Photography", Chase said without hesitation, "I love to take pictures. I think I am pretty good at it. My old man says I suck. I used to have a computer so I could download and print my picture, but that fuck head came in from a two day drunken binge and smashed everything, even my printer. I saved up for months for that stuff and it was gone just like that," Chase said snapping his fingers to emphasize his point. "He was going to burn my pictures, but I managed to save them and my digital camera.
"Why would your father do that? Why would want to hold you back?" Daniel asked.
"Cause he's a drunken dickhead", Chase said. Daniel could see that Chase was getting all worked up mentioning his father.
"I would like to see your pictures someday".
"I would love to show them to you, but right now," Chase said as he started to get up out of bed, "I am pretty hungry. Do you have anything in the house to feed a poor starving surferboy?" They both laughed again. Daniel just stared at the young man standing in front of him and noted that in the past couple hours that he has been with Chase he has laughed and felt more pleasure than he has, literally, in all his adult life and most of his childhood. It was a good feeling.
"Sorry Chase," Daniel said, breaking himself out of his daydream, "I don't usually eat in. I eat out most times".
"Well then let's go to Good Stuff, they have a Chicken Chile Verde Breakfast Burrito that is killer".
"Hmm sounds good, but let's shower first".
Daniel got out of bed, led Chase to the bathroom, and they walked into the shower together.
Daniel turned on the water and let the water pour over his body. He pulled Chase into him and held him in his arms. They kissed as the water drenched their tense muscles.
Chase's dick started to awaken, as did Daniel's. There kisses grew to passion as they each grabbed onto each others hard manhood and ever so slowly started to stroke.
Daniel moved his mouth to Chase's ear and stuck his tongue inside. A shiver ran through Chase. Daniel started to work his way down Chase's body, keeping in mind what the manual taught him, first the neck then the chest, reaching the nipple where, according to the manual, he ran his tongue around the tip. Another shiver flowed thru Chase's body. "The manual is right again," Daniel thought.
"God Daniel", is all Chase said, which to Daniel said volumes.
Daniel let go of Chase's nipple, dragged his face down his hard stomach, stopping briefly at his naval, and ran his tongue around the outside of that too. Daniel continued down Chase's hard stomach following a thin layer of blond hair that led to his pubes. He then ran his tongue up the shaft of Chase's hard organ. When he got to the tip, his tongue licked the precum from his pee hole. Then Daniel swallowed his cock, all eight inches of it. He again felt the tip of Chase's cock at the back of his throat sending a jolt to his own dick.
With Chase's dick in his mouth Daniel took hold of Chase's firm ass checks and squeezed them as his sucked on his hard manrod. This was something Daniel did on his own again and was not in the manual. Chase moaned with pleasure. Daniel hands started to move around Chase's ass, his fingers getting closer and closer to Chases rosebud.
Daniel pumped harder on Chase's dick just as his finger started to circle around the opening of his asshole.
Chase let out an audible yell. "Oh Fuck Daniel".
Daniel thought to himself, "That's exactly it, I want to fuck Chase".
Daniel felt Chase mushroom head start to swell in his mouth and figured he was close to cumming.
"I'm going to cum Daniel, I can't hold it", Chase said with a sense of urgency. Then Daniel took his finger and plunged it into Chase's ass hole causing Chase to let go of his orgasm.
"Of Fuck", Chase screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as the first wave of cum left his balls and shot through his cock into Daniels waiting mouth. Chase came more and more as Daniel's finger went deeper into his hole and massaged his prostate. That little bit of information about the prostate did come from the manual. Chase was screaming with delight, "Oh Fuck Daniel" is all he kept saying. Wave after wave of cum shot into Daniels mouth as he tried to keep up with it all.
Finally, the cum subsided and Daniel pulled his finger out of Chase's ass and he let his softening cock fall from his mouth. Daniel got up and kissed Chase letting him taste his own cum. They kissed for a long time, neither one wanting this moment to end.
Chase finally broke the kiss and said, "Damn Daniel, what did you do to me, I never came so much in my life."
"I think it was the finger up your ass," Daniel said.
They both smiled and held each other under the spray of the shower. Daniel reached over and grabbed a washcloth and soap and washed Chase's body. Chase grabbed another cloth and did the same to Daniel. They took their soapy bodies and rinsed them under the shower. Daniel turned off the water and grabbed towels and they wiped their own bodies. He thought to himself how wonderful a shower really can be. For the first time in his life he realized a shower is more that just a place to clean your body. It could release your soul too.
Chase leaned in and kissed Daniel. "Thanks babe."
"Believe me it was my pleasure Chase". Daniel thought to himself, "He called me 'babe'. Isn't that a term of endearment that couples call each other? Does this mean we are a couple? Probably not, it was just a slip of his tongue."
They decided to dress up and get that breakfast before Chase "dies" of hunger. Daniel just remembered that all he had to eat since yesterday morning was one bite of a Pop Tart. He was all of a sudden very hungry indeed.
Daniel put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Chase put on his shorts. Daniel offered him a tee shirt but Chase refused saying "it's the beach and we don't need shirts. I wouldn't wear shorts if it wasn't against the law." Chase stood there with just his short hung low like the day he first saw him.
Daniel looked outside for the first time since Chase came into the house. The fog had lifted and the sun was shinning. It was like the first time he was seeing the sun. He knew his life was about to change and this time for the good.
They kissed once more, then left the house and walked into the sunshine down the Strand, heading for Good Stuff Restaurant for their breakfast.
Chase felt good and content like things were changing in his world.
Daniel felt this feeling of happiness would last forever, but would it.
To Be Continue