SHORT STORY: Surfer dude catches me on his gaydar

So it was one early morning I was strolling on a dirt road in an island that was renown for its world class surf breaks when I was about to pass a hot surfer dude who was unloading his surf board from a pickup truck parked in front of a guesthouse where I supposed he was staying.

As I drew abreast with him, he called to me, "Hello. How are you?" but I was struck speechless by his beauty and simply kept staring at him for a few moments. I looked up and down at him and noticed that his shorts hung somewhat loose from his hips exposing some pubic hair below his treasure trail.

I then broke out of my reverie, went near him, and quite daringly asked for his cell phone number.

I was not too sure why he greeted me. Could it be an acknowledgement out of courtesy towards a stranger on a lonely dirt road? Or could it be that he had a sexual interest in me? I wanted to find out and that's why I sought his cell number.

I asked him to give me a "missed call" and when he did I asked him under what name I should save his number. He said to save his contact number simply as "Jack". So I did and told him to give me a ring when he returned to his guesthouse after finishing his surfing session.

I then went to a nearby cafe, where I had a continental breakfast of toast, butter, strawberry jam, fried egg, fresh orange juice, and black coffee.

Afterwards I went to my own inn where I was staying on the island and sure enough, Jack called me after around 4 hours.

I gave him the name of my inn and he arrived in his rented pickup truck in around 10 minutes. It was such a small island which can be circumnavigated on foot in 2 hours.

We went to a restaurant for lunch and I was glad that he didn't order beer or wine or any other liquor because I don't like to make love to another guy under the influence as I cannot be sure then whether we had sex willingly or not which was an important issue for me.

Then I wondered: Why was I even thinking about sex? There was no such hint on his part and we could just amount to two dudes having a good time in a foreign island with surfing as our common interest.

I blamed it on Mother Nature; I wasn't horny all the time of my own accord. The US writer and philosopher Sam Harris was right to declare in his titular book "Free Will" that it was an illusion. We are totally dependent on our biological needs, to say the least.

Lunch over, he asked me whether I would like to go to his guesthouse for a beer and I replied in the affirmative although I made up my mind to have sex - if it came to that - before we drank the beers.

At his guesthouse room, he said he was going to take a shower before the beer because his body was all salty from been in the sea.

"Sure. Go ahead," I replied.

He went into the shower and I sat on his queen sized bed, resting my head against a pillow, waiting for him to come out.

When he did, he came out of the shower in new clean shorts and walked towards the minibar.

I told him whether we could have a chat before the beers but my excuse was not so much to know him intimately as to determine whether I could easily seduce him before we got high.

"Sure," he said and walked over to the bed and sat beside me.

I observed his rock hard shirtless body with its pronounced six packs. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His sun bleached blond hair fell to his shoulders and I wanted to run my fingers through them.

I pondered whether I should initiate using my usual moves; first by caressing his neck, collarbones, and underarm hair, then proceeding to suck and bite the nipples and oval areola because it gives unendurable sexual pleasure to like other erogenous regions of the human body.

I don't agree with scientists who claim that the male nipples did not have an evolutionary purpose and that it was a redundant organ created by God in order to give uniformity to the human body regardless of gender whereas the female breasts had the practical function - breastfeeding the young. From my personal experience, I can say that been sucked and bitten on my nipples resulted in unbearable throngs of sexual pleasure.

I also disagree with prudish conservatives that the anus is only for taking a dump. Again, from personal experience, I can say that the butt hole is sexually receptive when involved in anal intercourse. No wonder Lot's men enjoyed sodomy so much.

I leaned forward, got on my hands, bent over his crotch, and pressed my mouth on his genitals over his shorts. I caressed all over his loins and managed to locate his shaft and ball sack.

I continued pressing and running my lips all over his penis and I felt it get hard. I traced the shaft with my teeth, careful not to hurt it, and pressed my mouth down on the underside of his cock and felt it throb and press hard and put pressure against his shorts.

And right at that moment, out of the blue, my conscience made an appearance, making me wonder whether my sexual initiative was unwarranted and amounted to sexual harassment, like Jacob forcing a kiss on Bella in the "Twilight" story. I wondered whether, like Bella, Jack will be outraged and punch me for it, and break his hand instead. Or is it that I am watching too many movies which was letting my mind run wild with unrealistic imaginings?

I reminded myself that if Jack found my forthcoming offensive, he would have politely declined my advances because as of yet the situation was under his control. Or was it? Was he not far gone? Had he reached the point of no return? Was he already badly wanting to ejaculate? Only time would tell, I guessed. So I kept rubbing my mouth up and down his member and after a few strokes, the sexual magic started taking over.

He untied the shorts' straps and out popped his purplish rock hard helmet ready to be scooped into my waiting salivating mouth.  

He continued pushing down the shorts and I was treated to the exhilarating sight of a thick pulsating shaft which I guessed would have easily measured a good six inches or may be even more. He had not shaved his dark bushy pubic hair which made him look extra erotic, and the sight of his uncut cock throbbing reminded me of once sighting a garden snake making its way through the grass of my backyard.

His nut sack was tight, full of two big balls, which I looked forward to taking wholly in my mouth.

Upon exposing his balls he let the shorts hang there but I wasn't happy about it because I knew his ass was clean after the shower and I wanted badly to lick the bejesus out of his anus.

I started pulling his shorts down and he got the idea and lifted both his legs up into the air so that I could remove it altogether. Once I did, I took a good look at his handsome body; his strong thick thighs, his firm butt, and his chiseled six packs. The sight of him being stark naked was an exquisite sight to behold and I wondered whether I might cum just looking at his throbbing manhood.

I used both my hands to lift his legs up into the air above his abs and he caught on what I was about to do and kept his legs up allowing me to get a glimpse of his sexy unshaven gouch and the bushy butt hole below that was surrounded by a dark healthy undergrowth of more hair. And oh, did I forget to mention the pubic hair covering all around his cock? It was a sight almost too erotically sacred to behold.

I made my way to his asshole and started rimming him, slowly at first, and then faster when I started hearing him moaning. I then started nibbling his manhole, gently at first and then biting the rectum lips which made him grunt with pleasure.

I decided to give him the blowjob then, but to keep him in the throes of pleasure, I pressed my left middle finger on his hole of Calcutta and started rubbing it to and fro. He grunted and with his right hand took hold of my left middle finger and forcefully guided it all the way into his manhole. I wondered whether my finger being hijacked into his being forcibly could have caused him some pain although my saliva had somewhat lubricated his sweet ass.

I felt his pelvic floor muscles do a Kegel exercise as he tightened his rectum around my finger. It made finger fucking him a bit difficult at first but I think he had some previous experience in this area because he started loosening his rectum muscles every time I pushed my finger deep into his very core.

I then felt the time was ripe for blowing him and so knelt down in between his thighs, still finger fucking him, took his glans into my mouth which already had pre-cum trickling out. I squeezed his glans hard with my mouth and ran my tongue on the tip of his penis to get him more excited, and also because stimulating the opening of the urethra was another sexually exciting joy.

He moaned and I felt he may cum prematurely because I still had major plans regarding the fellatio I was performing on him.

I released his glans when I felt his phallus harden more and start throbbing again. I placed my right hand on the bottom of his shaft, squeezed it to make him more excited, and pressed his shaft down so that he would feel the pressure on his cock.

I licked each of his balls in turn and then nibbled it and took each testes into my mouth whole but careful not to hurt them with my teeth. It was exciting to feel his nuts wiggle in their nutsacks and I wondered whether he was ready to cum.

So I decided to go the final mile but before I could, he thrust his hips up to meet my going down on him and grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, forcefully pressed his glans against my mouth, leaving me no choice but to open my mouth, swallow his member whole, as in deep throating him; he pushed his manhood further into my mouth which I had to open wide because I had no other choice. I almost choked and started to withdraw but he held fast onto my head and started face fucking me.

Because he must have been almost close to shoot his load when he started face fucking me, after just a few thrusts I mercifully felt him exhaust his hot cum into my mouth which I swallowed with gratitude to God, our holy creator who bestowed the pleasure of sex, the joy of which does not equal any other pleasure in life. Sex is indeed heaven on earth.