Saturday morning: Dad dropped me off at my usual break. It was late in the year and so I had the place to myself. The end of the summer, but it looked like it was going to be a great day. The southern current was coming up the coast strong now and the water had changed from the warm blue of July to the colder green of fall and I had my 5mm suit to protect me from the chill.
Dad dropped me at the end of the bay by the headland, amongst the trees next to the BBQ area on the little patch of mown grass where families congregated on hot weekends to cook up and hang out. It was deserted this late in the year, and the rangers had closed down the grill and disconnected the gas knowing there wouldn’t be any more business till next may. I was so sure I had the place all to myself that I changed on the green, slipping off my sneakers, jeans and t shirt. I hadn’t put any boxers on that morning as I couldn’t find a clean pair, and the feel of my semi hard cock against the tight jeans had given me a smiling hard-on that I’d had to keep covered, but which put me in a good mood early on. I slipped into my wetsuit – an open cell 2 piece that was smooth on the inside and needed a little lube so slide on. It felt good to be back in it again, and my cock slipped nicely to the side and enjoyed being held tight. I hid my clothes behind a tree and jogged down the narrow beach with my board. It felt good to be in the water again and I paddled out to the end of the headland where my favourite point break was setting off the southern swell perfectly.
I lost myself for 3 or 4 hours in the perfect peace of the waves – I had it totally to myself and didn’t see another soul to break my solitude. By around 3pm I was tired, my muscles ached, by body was nearly done in such a good way and my mind was clear. I sat out on my board just watching the sea for a few minutes as the sun got lower in the sky. I couldn’t help reliving the amazing dream I’d woken up in the middle of that morning: my cock twitched under my suit as I recalled the image of Lori, wearing one of her cute little strappy tops and a mini skirt lying on her front on the bed between my legs, her fingers running over the glistening head of my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. Her lips parted and she looked me in the eye and ran her tongue along her top lip – a look that was perfectly calculated to blow my mind and blow my load at the same time…. In the dream she was looking me directly in the eye as she held my cock, letting it spurt as she bit her lip and gently squeezed the base of my shaft as she watched smiling,. I woke up just at that moment, lying naked on top of the covers (Dad had the heating cranked right up and it had been a sweaty night) the hottest wet dream ending in my rock hard cock pointed back up at me as I shot thick ropes of hot salty cum over my abs and right up onto my chin and cheek. As my cock dripped the last few drops, I closed my eyes and tried to bring Lori’s face back into focus. To me she was by far the hottest girl in school – a year below me, but so perfectly cute I was to nervous to do anything other than say “Hi” whenever she saw me. She was only about 5’ but with gorgeous short spiky blonde hair, a super slim figure with the tiniest little butt and what I imagined as the perfect little A or B cup titties. My favourite thing about her was her cute little pixie-like button nose that was a little upturned and always made me imagine her gorgeous little titties were tipped with the perkiest little upturned nipples to match. She never dated guys, but didn’t seem to date girls either. Everyone else said she was a dyke, but she always smiled for me, and, so-what if she held hands with girls as she walked around school. To me, she was perfect.
I let the memory go even as the current turned me towards the shore and I figured it was a sign to go back in. As I looked back at the beach I noticed a Mercedes minivan was pulled up by the picnic area so I assumed I’d see another late season surfer paddle out as I was going in. I paddled back but saw no one around and figured it must be some hikers, long gone up one of the trails heading back over the headland. I dumped my board on the grass and stood, staring out to sea getting my breath back to even, wondering whether id get out again this year. I was started by a voice from behind me: “Looks cold out there,” someone said, and I turned to see who had snuck up on me – hikers back from the hill I assumed. A guy was walking across the grass towards me and I waved and said, “yeah – it’s starting to feel wintry in the water all right.” The guy looked pretty well-to-do, maybe late 40’s or early 50’s in an immaculate white suit with a white shirt and light blue tie. I was oddly intrigued, he wasn’t local and he didn’t look like the kind of guy we saw a lot of around there. “How long have you been in the water” he asked, “we spotted you out there when we arrived and I’d have thought you’d have had to come in an hour ago from the feel of the water when I dipped my toe in.”
“Oh, I guess I was out 3 or 4 hours” I said, I don’t have a watch, but I do have a good wetsuit” I added with a smile.
“I’ll say – that thing must be made of asbestos panels” he replied with a grin, walking over. “I’m Chris”, he said approaching me with a smile. It was odd, he was a good looking guy, with the kind of authority that puts you at ease. I didn’t back away as he approached, but he was clearly intrigued by my wetsuit as he was looking it up and down. “Its made from open-cell neoprene” I explained, “it means its more fragile and easier to tear, but it sticks tight to the skin and is much more flexible meaning it keeps you much warmer. It’s two piece and so doesn’t have a zipper that lets all the cold water in.” He was still checking it out so I held out my arm, flipping over the cuff a little to show him the inside.