Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 14
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Highway #1 to Stanford - Chapter 14
We set off at 5am to beat the traffic. Woody pointed the route to me on the map,
`I thought we could drive the 101 as far as SF and then pick up the coastal highway' says Woody,
`we can cross over the hills to Stanford from the coast, avoiding all those eight lane freeways. This ol'truck can't do much above 50 so might as well take my little purty one the purty way',
He held my chin as he said it, like some hick farmer. My cock leapt in my cutoff's, the wind on my nips, my pressed clothes laid out neatly in the back. He pecked my forehead,
`Less of the little' I said, grabbing at my cock through my shorts.
We hit the traffic in Ssnta Rosa and ploughed on, chatting, Woodys easy conversation making the journey fly, through to San Rafael and following signs to Sausalito.
We stopped for a coffee and donuts by the river just north of Sausalito as they were just opening up, the morning traffic building.
`Beautiful here ain't it?',
Yeah', I reply It sure is' my head scanning the view and landing on Woody, sugar on his chin. I kissed the sweet granules off him, he beamed. We threw our paper cups and the bag in the trash and walked to the van.
`Next stop ladies and gentlemen on this Woodys yours is Golden Gate Bridge where we'll take a quick stop and you can take the iconic photo of the bridge',
`Shoot I haven't got the camera',
`And those without a camera can just take a leak instead'.
The old van spluttered into life and we continued our way towards the bridge. The traffic getting heavier. Once over the bridge the signs were saying take the 280, but we went against judgement and stuck to the #1 leaving SF behind us and the sea at our side.
`Hey we missed the photo stop' I said,
`Better get to the cabin, you can get changed and we can set off for Stanford, we don't want to be late and anyways we can stop on our way back professor.',
`Holy shit, I hope you're not gonna call me that again', I said,
Naw', Woody laughed, you'll always be my fuck buddy to me',
`You say the nicest things'.
The traffic thinned out as we drove through Venice Beach, the bays and beaches peeping out behind sand dunes, drifting onto the road. I saw a sign with a T shirt and swim suit with a red bar through, it took me a while to decode it
`oh man a nudist beach' I shouted pointing,
`Why do ya think we're not on the 280?' Woody laughed.
`Now that's pervy, thoughtful yeah, but definitely purvey.'
We pulled into Costanoa, we pulled over into the cabins reception. A surfer dude looked up from his book, he brightened when he saw us,
`Hi, checking in?' he said, his super tanned body flexing as he pushed a blank the registration card to us.
`Er Mr Tonks booked it for us', said Woody. I flashed him my surprised look,
`Oh yeah, here's the card, just sign here and your vehicle number here', says the guy, it's all paid for.
He turned back, his body twisting, his shoulders flexing and he shouts `Gramps, Tonks kids are here'.
In came an older version of the guy at the counter, same build, a little heavier and taller, just an earlier model.
`Pleased to meet you guys, Me and Tonks go way back to agricultural college, give him my regards will ya? We got you a beach side, front line cabin, at the quiet end, more private if you know what I mean, for er recreation and it's the closest cabin to the naturist beach. Heck you can step right out onto it.',
The younger surfer dude took a printed map with adverts around and marked an X and passed us the key.
`I'll come down later and see how you're settling in' he says and winked.
`You never said about Tonks paying for it?',
`He insisted after he told me about the place, he wouldn't take a penny, ever one's rooting for ya, fuck buddy'.
We'd made good time, setting off so early we arrived befor 9 just as the camping was opening up.
I reckon that if we allow an hour to cross the hills and an hour for getting lost, then I'd be on time.
I laid out my smart clothes on the double bed, and stripped off.
Woody was stood in front, his beautiful naked football body in front of me, his ass fully tanned now and his broad back rising from his waist, in front of him the waves crashing in the distance,
`Oh man look at that ocean, we've time for a quick swim to cool off. La dernier es un hetero',
Woody shouted and ran, I thought of Mael, and followed picking up speed as Woody dodged me as I ran for him to bring him down, his cock slapping about. We dived in a wave together, surfacing, laughing, hugging.
`Fuck you're beautiful' I said,
He grinned his leery grin, I felt for his cock, proud, erect under the water. We walked back to the cabin and showered under the primitive tank shower, gorgeously tepid, and shook off. We found the towels and dried. He threw me down on the bed, we wrassled, rolling over my smart clothes, engrossed totally into each other.
`Fuck me' I said,
`Er no, let's get you to Stanford'
Woody said and yanked my cock down and watched it spring up. His grin broadened as he repeated the action `I can't get enough of your uncut beauty' he said, giving it a quick tug.
We backtracked to San Gregório and turned right on La Honda Road, the map belied the difficult mountain terrain with switchbacks and gradients. The truck struggled on the inclines. The views were incredible though, the heat haze clearing as we climbed higher, then we travelled mostly through cooler forests as we descended and crossing highway 280 we drove the last few miles into Stanford. We picked up the 82 and found Gálvez St and the visitors centre.
The dusty truck looked out of place here, like something from Beverley Hillbillies, Woody looked out of place, and me? Well Woody says I look the part but I sure as heck don't feel it. We arrange to meet later in the afternoon,
`Heck these guys will all be gone by 4 o'clock if it's anything like Cloverdale High, so call me when you're finished and we can get back to the cabin for some fun'.
`What are you going to do?',
`Oh tonight, I've got something special lined up for ya',
`No not tonight, dumbo, today?',
`Heck this place gives me the creeps, I'm getting out of here and gonna park up the truck and ride the Cal Train right into the big city, look around and back to you about 4 or earlier if you call. Don't you worry about me.',
`Ok',
I rang Mr Paul, he said he'd meet me after the campus tour in the CoHo coffee shop. The tour ends there.
The tour was great, Stanford is like a small town, everything you need is right here. I was agog at the facilities. I met Mr Paul, he was sat at a table with his laptop that had an A4 sheet with `Mr Paul' written in a sharpie.
`Excuse me sir,' I said,
He stood and beamed at me, direct eye contact, `you must be Chris?',
I nodded, we looked each other over awkwardly, and he beckoned me to sit down, `I've exactly 30 minutes, tell me about yourself and why Stanford.'.
I told him about our family situation; single parent, Mom working multiple jobs, me supporting Mom through taking on jobs, that I've always had a job, sometimes two, the newspaper delivery, the garden mowing, working at the garden centre, that I love the camaraderie of the swimming team, that I'm the accelerator on the 200m relay squad, that I like to work hard at my studies and to be challenged and work hard in supporting the community.
`That's all very commendable, what makes you different from a thousand other prospective students that will, to us, all have similar resumes, in short what's your USP?'.
I thought that's a difficult question, he's got me after 10 fucking minutes, I'm done here, then my inner strength kicked in, a voice from deep said, tell him Chris, show him you're different from the others, you're the star here',
`Well, Sir, you'll see hundreds of prospective students applications. I know that I am not the model applicant; private school, perfect grades, from a rich family able to donate to the alumni program'.
Mr Paul was about to say something, so I continued, respectfully, quietly and as forcefully as I dare.
'I have proven that I can break through barriers in my way, I've already proven myself academically, physically and socially, I know I have huge reserves of untapped potential and I'm excited and nervous as to where and how far I can travel in life, by continuing to work hard, respecting my colleagues, contributing to enriching my life and as many other people's lives as possible on that journey and that Stanford will benefit both myself and if I may say so, I welcome playing a part in strengthening this institution.'.
Mr Paul took notes as I talked. `That's very good Chris, had you memorized that?',
I was shocked, it must have shown on my face, I was a little angry, affronted by his suggestion that it's just another ploy to find favour.
`No Sir, it's my conviction and my belief, my very core',
`Yes, yes I can see that. Look Chris, I've seen enough already. I'm going to recommend your application, it's not a guarantee but it may help sift the wheat from the chaff so to speak. Here's my card. You are welcome to add my name to your referees, and good luck'.
He rose and instead of shaking hands he brought me into a bro hug, not a `Woody crush', but lighter, we released, he closed his laptop and left. I sat stunned.
I got directions to the pool complex, and asked to see Coaches pal, Mr Riveira, in a couple of minutes this guy was showing me around the pool.
We shook, he said that Coach had emailed my comp stats and he was impressed. We are at the head of one of the half a dozen 50m outdoor pools, the sun beating down, the water looks so inviting. He gives me the look, you've a good build', why not have a go, show me what you've got, I'll time ya',not competition accuracy just I want to see you in action, you look to have the perfect build to me, without measuring.
`Heck, I've no suit', I said,
`look no one's about, it's pretty difficult to get in, we've nothing scheduled so you'll be OK, just strip off, theres a stack of towels in the shower room.
He's about Coaches age 35 ish, built like a breast stroke swimmer. Powerful, I wasn't going to say no.
I stripped and folded my clothes neatly in a pile and stood on the block. Self conscious. He gave me the RSG and I flew into the cool water, I heard coaches mantra in my head as I surfaced, body, breath, line and got my pace. I had the first 50 done, I had a good turn and was soon touching for the next turn, again it felt good, I was in the zone and didn't even register that length, another fast turn and now its the final 50, I left it until I saw the midway marker and went for it, flat out, increasing my stroke rate, accelerating away and touched. I was done, beat.
Mr Riviera gave me his hand and hauled me out of the water as I heaved oxygen into my lungs.
That's was pretty good, heck very good' he said examining his stopwatch, yeah that IS good, especially without a warm up and a target to beat'.
`Thanks' I said, recovering somewhat.
'Your coach said that you were an accelerator, they're pretty rare these days, most guys don't have the confidence to allow them to keep a reserve tank and employ it, most never actually achieve their full potential'.
I stood, my hands over my package,
`Oh yes, sorry, here's me blabbing on and your showing your ass the world. Let's get you showered and dressed'
he said picking up my pile of clothes and pointing the way, I felt his eyes burning on my ass.
I took the shower, how come the pool is empty?' I said, oh most students are studying this time of year, I expect you are also?',
`Yes very much so!',
I dressed quickly, being watched all the time.
`So look Chris, here's my card, be sure to add me as a referee, I could do with a young first year like you on the relay team to liven up the boys'.
We shook and I walked out in a daze, a little lightheaded after the exertion and the heat. I texted Woody who says he'll meet me at Cal Train shuttle at around four.
I have a bite to eat and a juice and a rare treat a cappuccino sat and soaked up the atmosphere of the place. Fuck, I gotta work harder now to get here, sharpen up my act, be a contender.
I picked up some leaflets about assistance programs, it costs a fortune to study here.
I read about the assistance program and that you can work whilst you study to pay your student contribution and maybe that's why Ma is saving now she can, towards the parental contribution. I know how hard work and study is, I'm not keen on continuing working that but heck, I've no option unless I opt for a local state college which I'm not keen on doing.
This is getting serious now.
I ginish my coffee, the buzz wirking and vlear my tray and walk to the trandit.
I sit in the sun on a bench, catching some rays, watching the world go by. I meet Woody off the shuttle.
I've had a great day' he tells me the cal train takes 90 minutes, and I say a finger post to the docks and picked up the path by the station. I saw this kayak rental place, only $20 an hour, as they were quiet they said to return anytime, when you're done, it's better having someone out on the water, free advertising!',
`Yeah come to think of it your shorts look a bit wet but you've sure caught the sun',
`It's hard work paddling in the current, good for my guns', he flexed,I almost fainted at the sight. He must've put 14 pound of muscle on this year.
The truck hated the drive back, the long uphill and the slow descent, Woodys humming a made up tune,
`I'm in lurve with a preppy sturd',
he sings and grins over at me, the windows wound down, the hot air blowing in,
`I can't help it when I look, I just wanna fuck, my fine assed preppy stud',
`Needs work' I laugh, I start up,
`I'm in lurve with an engineer, his grin so wide from ear to ear, his chest so broad, muscled and fine, his juice tastes like cherry wine, I could fuck him all the time',
Woody hooots.
We sing the song as we trundle along, the truck rattling and rolling down the decent back to the coast road, the air becoming humid as we reach the turn, sat in a long line waiting to turn left off the 84 onto highway number one, Costeloe and the beach cabin.
`What you reckon Rusty, is Stanford the one?',
`I dunno really, I liked the feel of the place, it's close by as well to see you, you know, for holidays and when I need some action.'.
`Don't you be thinking of me, this is your time, your future, heck you've worked so hard for it, don't let a sexy, green eyed, muscle god put you off track',
`If I meet one I'll make sure I don't',
We get to the cabin, Russell waves as we pass by reception. The bar is open and a few guys sat around. We open the cabin, it smells of damp. I open the doors wide to get some air in and strip,
`fuck that feels better', I say,
Woody stands behind me, he kicks off his shorts and I feel him warm on my back, his dick prodding at the top of my ass cheeks. He massages my shoulders,
`Yeah you're tight allright',
and he kneads my shoulders, as I fall back onto him, taking most of my weight as he manhandles me.
I'm starved' he says. But first I gotta job to do',
he runs around the side of the cabin, his ass a little paler now with the sunburn on his back,
I check the food situation in the coolbox. `Ma made fried chicken' I call to Woody who's on the latrine.
He comes back drying his hands on his shorts. His body a bit red where he caught the sun.
`Can we eat that cold?',
`Sure, but it's better warmed through a little',
Woody takes a piece, `mmm it's tasty, oh and spicy, let's eat this now and go grab some beers. I reckon Russell will serve us, if we er serve him?'.
We sit on the deck, the sound of the surf and munching is all we hear as we finish off the chicken.
I pull on my shorts and a white wifebeater vest with swim team logo in navy.
Woody slips on a white T, `ouch' he says pulling it over his reddening skin.
We walk to the reception and sit down on the buffets facing the sea, Russell looks over and Woody puts up 2 fingers,
two cool ones Russ' he calls, confidently. Three if you're having one',
`don't mind if I do Woody',
We sit, his grandpa comes out and chatscto guys at the bar as we sit and chat.
He's a nice kid, he's like a surfer version of Joshy, compact, tough, a mini stud.
`Three more beers gramps' says Russ.
`You paying?' Says gramps,
Woody says, `can we open a tab Sir, then they can all go on that for the weekend?',
`Sure' says Gramps. I got an imprint of the card when ol Tonks booked it. We go back a long way, did I tell you about the time . . .'
`Yes Gramps, you did',
`Well you boys carry on with your conversation and I'll serve on here',
Thanks Sir' I said, much appreciated'.
The beer was getting to me, to us all, we sat as the sun lowered a little in the sky,
Russ said `come on there's a boardwalk, it starts just by your cabin. We might see some sights',
We walked back and Russ stripped off, his dong long and low, which against his short legs looked a little odd, like a shaven ape. We stripped too and the 3 amigos took the boardwalk swinging along through the dunes and to the ocean walking past the no clothing sign.
We saw a couple laying in the dunes, he was laid on a towel asleep, his wife stood as we walked by, she was slim, petite with tits that were paler than the rest of her, she smiled at us and continued with whatever she was doing. I noticed his dick was laid across his thigh, not a tan line on him.
Next up was an old couple, you don't want to know, Woody said `whatever they were wearing it sure needs pressing'.
Further on a group of lads were playing beach volleyball,
`Hi Russ, you playing?' One shouted.
`Sure, I'll beat your mangy ass anytime',
OK, we're two light and Baz is one short',
Baz shouts Come on Russ, we'll knock em dead'.
We start, and fuck I'm distracted by cock and ass till the ball is sent high and falls to me, I hold out my arms in front, clenched my hands together and volleyed the high ball as it fell, powering it just clear of the net, jumping up. A goal.
Russ and Baz moan. Woody and I cheer,
`Fuck, ain't there anything you can't do? Says Woody,
`It's only like water polo on sand, we play polo at the end of swim team practice, blow off some steam'.
I'm suddenly getting all the ball and score 2 more goals, it's hard work, we win and fall into the sand exhausted. Baz puts the ball into a day bag and getting up, gooses my ass, hard and shouts,
`Last one in is a homo' and runs off.
`You can't shout that' says Russ who jumps on him and dunks him under a wave. We swim off the gritty sand stuck to us and lol about in the surf as the sun sets. I hold my dick and pee, facing the sun, Woody joins me and soon we are all peeing into the sea, hands over shoulders, relaxing. A huge wave breaks over us, washing the pee away and cleaning up.
Come on, let's get back to the cabin. We walk the boardwalk and pass the couple, he's stood, his back to the path and she's knelt over, he's giving her one, her hair hanging down, his hands on her waist. He hears us and turns quickly, `Hi Russ' he says,
Russ says, `Hi Pa',
We are shocked. `Yeah, I'm the son of a beach bum, Gramps brought me up after Mom died and Dad couldn't cope, he's literally bummed his whole life offa Gramps. He does odd jobs but really just hangs around the place like a bad smell.'
He's getting plenty of ass though' Woody says, yeah, the women like him, they like a selfish bastard bad boy, jus wait till he knocks one of them up, he'll be gone'.
We get to our cabin. I'll see you guys tomorrow, thanks for the beers', says Russ as he heads off, might catch you in the bar later?'.
We are alone, the sun is setting, we lie on the loungers looking out at the view of the ocean, warm and sandy gritty.
Let's wash the salt away and call it a night' I say and rising up I kiss him and grab his soft cock, this li'l fella owes me big time',
We shower and Woody rocks the lever to and fro and pumps the water up into the emptying tank as we rinse off the salt and the sand.
We dry in the last of the heat, our skins golden in the amber light. Woody more so, my stud.
We lie in the bed, arms over shoulders, close, soft, warm, toasty, relaxed and watch the golden orb sink to the ocean until the clouds are left glowing orange, slowly changing to navy as dusk pulls its nighttime veil over the land.
Woody takes me twice, the first time in a flurry, then I take him again, long slow strokes of mine, till he's begging for release. Him finally taking me spooned on our sides as he cums, we fall asleep locked together, the sea air blowing in through the open cabin doors.
I get up to pee at about 2:30 and close the doors. I climb back into bed and luxuriate in the warmth of him, radiating at the side of me. I lay on my back and a flip album of moments comes to me, memories flashing by my eyes, still shots and short video's of my beautiful Woody. I snuggle into him and sleep.
I wake to the smell of breakfast and the sound of sizzling. I get up and walk over to him and hug him, my hands on his nips as he turns to kiss me and reach back to grab my cock.
`You stink, go wash up, breakfast in 5',
Woody has the pan sizzling with bacon, onion tomatoes and he's about to crack four eggs in the pan.
Russ comes down and joins us, removing his flip flops and shorts as he feels `mightily overdressed'!
We have our fill. Russ invites us to go wind surfing, he knows the hire guys and they give us the three boards for the price of one. Woody takes to it instantly, I spend more time in the water than on the board.
Finally' bellows Woody elated with himself, something this fucker can't do!',
Russ laughs. I get determined. I'm thrown off the board time and again, I take on water and puke up my breakfast, the gulls swoop for it, I climb back on the board and am thrown off again and again, then fewer times, then even fewer, then not at all. I'm staying on. By the time the hire is over I've got the knack.
We eat lunch, Mexican burritos that Gramps makes. Russ leaves us to it as they are on the bill,
`Fuck these are hot', says Woody to me,
`almost as hot as you' I say and squeeze his thigh, my hand wandering higher till its batted away.
We lie in the sun all afternoon exhausted after the windsurfing. I make sure we are lotioned up, the sand and the cream burning as its rubbed in, making sure we do each others packages, we don't want to burn our bits.
At about 6 Russ walks down swinging a crate of beer and a cool box.
`Hi guys, these are from Tonks, he says to make sure we are making full use of the facilities and to enjoy ourselves, I'm guessing he means me too?',
`Sure, come on in, three's a party',
`Something smells good?',
Gramps made fried chicken for us and a salad with tortilla wraps. Gramy was Mexican, a real good cook, Gramps sure does miss her. There's 12 cool ones and what looks a pint of something strong, he gets shine from his pals who visit here from New Mexico'.
Woody says, `come on in. Let's have the food now and we can use the cool box to keep the beer cooler',
`Great idea, ain't you overdressed Russ?' I say,
`Oh yeah',
he says and shucks off his flip flops and lets his board shorts fall to his ankles. I love tanned guys, I'm going to have fun later seeing if the sun shines under his balls.
We sit around the table, the sun bleached wooden chairs smooth on our asses as we make up tortilla wraps stuffed with fried chicken strips and salad. There's a hell of a kick in the chilli sauce.
We sink a couple of beers each and relax. Watching the sky turn pink as earth beckons the sun to sink into the sea.
Woody stands up and goes for a pee, Russ joins him and I follow. Russ guides us to the dunes, we climb up and facing the sea, the sun hanging in the sky, still radiating heat, bathes us as we let our streams flow. Our bodies have white salt streaks where the ocean has left its marks, I kiss Russ's shoulder and Woody the other tasting the salty savoury flavor, as our cocks finish peeing before thickening. We pulse out the last drops and shake.
I'm getting horny, so is Woody, as we kiss and caress Russ's perfect surfer dude body stood high on the dune, the pinky blue sky framing our bodies against the sun. Russ puts his arms around us and we run to the sea, and splashing into the waves we hug and roll in the sand and surf, kissing and fondling each other, wrassling and playing grab ass. Exhausted and boned we lie on the wet sand, until we are calmed. Woody stands and with arms outstretched pulls us high. We walk entwined to the shower and Russ pumps the water as Woody and I shower off the lotion, the sand and the salt. I dry as Woody pumps for Russ and each other.
We dry off carefully in the bedroom and I rub the after sun into Woodys reddened skin, Russ rubs some into my back and before we know it we have a virtuous circle of massaging, even our boners got after sun lotion. We let the wind cool the lotion as we sank a beer each.
I need fucking badly, I want to feel Russ up me, I get on the bed in a doggy position, looking out at the ocean through the wide open patio doors. Russ picks out the lube from my wash bag
`this for blisters?' he laughs and we nod.
He lubes up, prepping me and sinks in, fuck that feels good. Different to Woody, Russ passes the lube to Woody who slathers up and starts to part Russ's cheeks and sniffs his ass, burrowing deep into his cheeks.
The sun is setting now, the light fades as the orange orb drops. Russ is going for it as Woody lines up and Russ pauses whilst Woody sinks in and Russ and Woody adjust the angles for a good fit. The slapping increases as the sun lowers. We are in rhythm and Russ and Woody pull out and we face in a circle knelt on the bed as we each grab a cock and beat our pals loads out, spurting on each other then hugging in a kiss fest as we lick and kiss each others loads into willing mouths. The sun at last dropping into the ocean and the sky lighting a vivid orange.
We fall back, chatting and sharing stories about family, getting to know each other. I lie close to Russ, and lift Russ's balls up, there tanned under.
`Fuck how do you get so tan, everywhere?',
`I been on the dunes nekkid, playing, sucking and a fuckin since I can't remember when',
He lifted my balls up, `yeah you two pale asses look like they need attention.
We had another beer and eventually finished the crate, 4 bottles each. We played cards, we can't play strip poker' says Russ. How about we jus, sip the shine and play rummy?'.
It's getting cooler now, we close the doors and leave the lights off, I take a piss and climb into bed, Woody follows and Russ makes to leave.
Don't go' we say in unison, grinning at each other, Russ says thanks guys' and climbs in the middle. We spoon and I feel Russ's ass crack, warm and inviting, his cheeks pressed either side of my shaft as I wriggle closer. Woody groans as Russ pulls him closer and I feel his ass thrust forward as Russ pierces Woodys pucker.
Fuck that's dry' says Woody, Russ spits on his hand and pulls out fumbling in the dark, smearing his cock then slides back in, Woody groans. I know he's fully in. My turn now to pierce Russ, I pull back and growl some phlegm into my palm and coat my cock, wiping my hand on the sheet as I push forwards into the soft dimple of his crack. Oh fuck' Russ exhales as I slide on up.
We lay still, the sound of the sea invading our breathing, we are hot, close, sweating, cocks rampaging and three hearts pounding in anticipation.
We pulse our cocks up asses and Russ glides his palm over Woodys shaft, gripping and pinches a nip with his other hand.
I'm first to rock, slowly fucking Russ's tight ass, his beautiful small buns wrapped around my shaft as I slowly glide in and out as Russ moans. My hand between us, feeling deep under my nuts, grabbing his tight ball sack and squeezing them lightly, feeling him rock into Woodys ass as my own shaft slides in sync into his, we three are as one.
No one wants this to end, we are slow, so slow, so excruciatingly slow, my cock rim feeling every millimetre of pressure against my glans, the skin pulled back and so sensitive as it travels slowly up Russ's chute, him feeling every movement, every change of pressure and diameter of my shaft as it grazes his expanded anus, every craggy cock vein entering slowly expanding his ring a little more as I move my pelvis forward until my pubic hair prickles on his bum cheeks.
He wants release but I'm timing the show. Russ wants to flurry fuck Woody then strut about in a peacocks display. Not tonight. He's sharing the agony and ecstasy, trapped, controlled, hugged tight, his ass ring burning hot just inches from his cock ring, being bathed in ecstasy as it travels slowly up Woodys chute. We bottom out and start the slow journey back, Russ is moaning now as his ass lips invert and my cock glides down, exciting his ring.
We keep this edge fuck up for a long time. To end it Russ's sex brain decides to bring Woody off, to beat his cock fast, this attack makes Russ fuck Woody deeper and faster, in turn I speed up, power fucking Russ's ass.
`Oh fuck', Woody moans as he shoots his load over Russ's hand and body triggering Russ to shoot up Woodys ass and me to shoot up Russ's ass.
We groan and caress and kiss flesh as we come down from the high.
Russ leaps up and takes a swig of the liquor, passing the bottle around. The heat invades us as we sup more. We fall back, resting.
We sleep , the night air cooler. I awake, Russ's eyes are open, black dots in the night. We stand on the patio and pee, then kiss, passionately our boners rising. I bend and he takes me roughly, the mini stud jackhammers me, he shoots and collapses on my back, my sturdy legs bent supporting him, his drool running down from my lower shoulder as his cock slips out, spent, and I feel his load trickle out. I walk around the side and sit on the pan and bubble out his cum best I can and clean up.
Russ is dozing and Woody wakes up, we stand on the deck and Woody pees into the maram grass dune bank. We kiss, he's hard and he coats up with spit. I assume the position and Woody slides in, he kisses my ear, `you sexy fucker, is that Russ's load I can feel?',
`yeah just now, you were asleep' I say,
`Well it feels fucking gorgeous',
He takes me, kissing my ear, my shoulder, my nape. Pinching my nips and gripping my shaft, beating me off so we both cum together.
We flop on the bed, I pull up the blanket and we warm up again until we hear gulls walking on the roof cawing, signalling dawn.
We attack Russ and his massive woody, Woody has his ass, I'm down his throat, he's beating off, he shoots across the floor as I cum in his throat and Woody up his ass. Woody and Russ are showering, whilst i'm sat on the pan, ruminating. `This could be a pretty good bolt hole from the pressures of Stanford. But I've gotta to secure a place first.',
I sit on the deck reading as Woody and Russ run through the dunes to swim, I'm lost in my book, willing Jude not to marry Arabella after she claims she's pregnant, a young man overtaken by lust and has no defence, and, like many an honourable man he does the right thing and is trapped. Is that what Woody is doing, have I trapped him?
`Who's ass is up for getting whipped windsurfing?' Says Woody,
`It's a good day, the winds up but not too strong, come on' says Russ and we put suits on and run the boardwalk to the hire place.
`Hey look at you',
shouts Woody as I glide past him, constantly bending my knees, adjusting to keep the centre of gravity stable in the wind and the waves, pulling the sail into a hug against the pull of the wind. My arms tensing, my core tensing,
Woody falls in the water as I turn into the wind, showing off, and misjudging that I've to do opposite motion and I too am thrown in the water, recovering I see Woody knelt on his board, laughing, then Russ falls into the water.
A jetski reaches us, its the hire guys,
`hey guys, you're doing great but the wind is getting up, we've a storm on the way', he guides us back to shore as the clouds darken and we see rain off shore.
`Where the heck did that come from?' I say,
Russ says `it's the humidity, it sorta fills the clouds quickly, then they start to drop',
We hear thunder and see huge spots of rain fall darkening the boardwalk. We run back into the cabin closing the doors, watching the rain hit the windows, the sky looking like a negative image, the dunes monochrome white against the inky black sky.
We watch the weather peak and recede, the afternoon sun quickly drying the sand and the boardwalk.
`Come on Woody, Sunday can't last forever' I say,
Woody says dude, half of California is leaving now to get back for work tomorrow. We won't get home till late, besides I don't think the truck will make it in heavy traffic; all that stop starting and overheating. She needs a good run, like someone else I know',
He slaps my ass, `let's set off home early tomorrow, first light, go the scenic route again'.
`Thanks, Woody',
`NP my man'.
TBC