Surfer Dave

From the amazing blue sky to the deep green waves and the crashing of the breakers, the day had been on point. Spending the morning and afternoon in blessed solitude surfing was always one of my favorite pastimes. I had the summer off from school and with the parents gone for a month, I was free to surf all day every day. The little cove off a peninsula about an hour north of town was my favorite place, it was far enough off the beaten path so I usually had the beach to myself.

Well, not quite to myself today. At the other end of the cove was ‘surfer Dave’, a fixture in the town. He was a something of a town legend and had been since I was a kid. He lived in a little house on the edge of town, drove a 70’s style conversion van, kept to himself and basically surfed for a living. The rumor was is grandmother left him the house and enough bank for him to indulge in his passion.

Taking a break, I watched him surf for a bit. The man was truly an amazing surfer. Moving with the grace of an experienced athlete, he rode wave after wave. I’d have to guess he was almost 50 with close cropped silver hair, a trim beard and smooth tight build. Sort of like Paul Hollywood, if he had been a professional swimmer instead of a baker. Watching him surf gave these odd little flutters deep inside me. Almost something like a wistful longing. He was a much better surfer than me but there was something more to it.

I was still plunked on the beach as he strolled over and introduced himself. We chatted about surfing, the waves, the inane arguments over the height of the sign at the local Arby’s the town council never seemed to resolve. Dave was a really cool guy. After spending the rest to the afternoon with him surfing, talking and joking around he built a small fire towards the back of the cove not to far from his van. I was getting ready to reluctantly take off for the evening when he turned to me and asked if I wanted to partake in some killer weed.

“Hell yes.” I answered without a moments hesitation. I hadn’t gotten buzzed in some time and the idea was just perfect in my mind. If I got a little too high to drive home, it wouldn’t be the first time I slept in my car at the beach after a long day surfing.

An hour later, we were in the back of his van, laying back against some bean bags and watching the last of the sunset while the fire flicker a few yards away. I closed my eyes and slid back against the giant bean bag next to Dave, I hadn’t been this stoned in well, ever. I don’t know where Dave had gotten the grass but holy crap it was some good shit. I was floating in a warm sea of happy relaxation though I was oddly aware of the nearness and heat of the man next to me. During our time together, how he moved with an easy muscled grace kept moving through my thoughts sending little sparks of interest to my dick. Apparently, the pot had lowered my inhibitions quite a bit when it came to my dick’s interest in my new friend. In the past, the few times I fooled around with other guys, they had always been my age and smaller almost twinkish guys, not a ripped silver fox DILF. Though I’m not sure how much jacking each other off counted towards fooling around.

“Dude, you down for the count?” His voice deep and rough, sending little sparks down my spine. Opening my eyes, I watched him loading the bowl of the bong with another round. The light from the waning fire flickered over his muscled shoulders. Even in the shadows I noticed the play of muscles in his back.

“Nope, I’m still here.” I answered as I watched him wrap his lips around the bong and take a hit. The visual of him using his mouth that way sent an instant jolt to my crotch. There was something about the situation but my brain couldn’t quite capture it as he held in and then blew out the smoke. I watched in a haze as he took another hit and leaned in to me to deliver the hit.

“Shotgun?” Dave asked to which I silently cocking my head in mild disbelief, wondering if he was serious. I mean I had shotgunned once or twice with girls at school but never with a guy. Especially not with a guy as hot as Dave.

My mouth opened as his lips meshed over mine to exhale the smoke into my mouth and the contact was electric. Just that simple touch of his lips to mine sent a shockwave to my dick. I struggled to inhale has he blew the smoke into my mouth. A brief second later he pulled back and put the bong in the little holder. As I exhaled slowly, he turned, moving in closer again and placed his hand on my now hard dick.

In shock, I grabbed his hand to stop him. Pulling back slightly, his eyes bored into mine from just a few inches away. I could see the flecks of different blue in his pupils and breathe in the scent of his skin. It was something male with the salt of the sea. I liked it.

“Am I wrong?” His whispered, his voice a rough needy whisper. Something clicked as I felt the heat of his hand in mine and I slowly pushed his hand back on to my dick. There was just a hint of a soft chuckle before his mouth covered mine and wow, just wow.

Kissing Dave was nothing like kissing a girl. From the soft rough feel of his beard to his rich male taste, he was forceful, dominant and all but ravished my mouth. His tongue wrestled with mine for dominance but I quickly surrendered the field. My hands explored his muscled chest before encircling around him to pull him closer as our bodies grew slick from friction.

Somehow as we continued to make out, he managed get us both naked with him laying on top of me grinding himself into me. The sensations were overwhelming me, I had never been so turned on. The weight of him on top of me, his rock hard cock rubbing against my own, the slick feel of his muscles under my hands as they roamed over his back were all amazing.

Pulling back, he looked down before kissing his way to my ear where he whispered “Yeah, I wasn’t wrong. “ as he sucked the lobe with a gentle nip before started kissing and licking my neck as he made his way south. The rough friction from his beard felt so different from anything I’d felt before and so good.

Dave got to my nipples and none of the girls I’d been with even had any idea they were sensitive… but he sure as hell did. He licked, sucked and nibbled at each in turn. Then rough kisses across my stomach before he caressed my balls with his hand and took the head of my dick into his mouth. It felt out of this world.

I jerked up as he swallowed my cock down to the root and proceeded to deep throat my cock with a skill that shook my world. My breathing grew heavy and I was so close but he backed off just in the nick of time. His hand continued to massage my balls though before slipping back to stroke along the length of my ass. Then he gently stroked my hole and I quivered at the sensation.

Moving back and sucking at my nipples again, his finger played with my hole. Little teasing motions, barely in and out but it felt wonderful. His mouth met mine as I reached down to take his own hard cock in my hand. It was hot, heavy and hard and felt right.

“So you gonna your buddy poke your hole?” He whispered as he continued to finger me gently. Under the haze of the weed, I didn’t realize that might mean anything other than what he was doing.

“Sure.”

“Roll over.” Dave said after another kiss.

Rolling over while a bit stoned on a bean bag was not the easiest thing in the world but we managed with a few giggles. The way the foam beads arranged themselves, I was on my stomach with my ass raised up in the air. He was behind me messing with something when the smell of coconut oil from suntan lotion wafted over me. I felt the liquid pour over my hole as his fingers rubbed the slick oil in, stretching my hole out far more than before. The sudden pressure cause a brief moment of pain followed by intense pleasure.

Then his fingers hit something inside me and I let out a gasp, it was like an electric spark shot through my body. Nothing I had ever experienced before had ever felt so good.

“Do that again.” I groaned out as I pushed back again his fingers. Dave chuckled as he rose up behind me. Then I felt something much larger push at the entrance of my ass. That’s when I finally dawned on me I was about to get fucked. After a brief millisecond of panic, I realized I wanted this. I wanted to feel Dave fuck me, to cum inside me.

His dick felt huge and there was a spike of pain and my ass clenched shut as he pushed in with a steady thrust. “Push out.” Dave growled out as he pressed in. Trusting him, I pushed out. Just like that my ass opened letting him thrust all the way in, hitting that magic spot inside me.

“Good boy.” As he started to fuck me. His hands on either side of my head for leverage he slowly built up speed, gently fucking me with ever longer strokes. Every thrust or two he’d angle to his that spot that made me shudder. With my own dick rock hard and rubbing against the pleather of the bean bag, the sensations were rocking my world. I was already close.

“You like that? You like having my dick inside you? Fucking you?” He whispered, close to my ear.

“Yes, it feels so good.” I groaned out as I pushed back against him, wanting more. I loved the friction of his dick sliding in and out of my ass. But I wanted more, especially of that hit of electricity when he hit my magic spot. With a bit more I’d shoot without even touching myself.

“Hard, fuck me harder.” I said, my voice a rough whisper.

Without a word, Dave started to fuck me harder and deeper as tried to push back. The rocking of the van, the friction of me cock sliding against the slick surface of the bean bag and his taking aim at that magic spot over and over cause me to cum. With a yell, I could feel my ass clench around his cock as I shot rope after rope of jizz. With a groan of his own and powerful thrust, I felt his cock grow larger and a sudden flood of his cum inside me.

As my breathing returned to normal, his fucking slowed and stilled. His lips caressed my neck and I twisted around for a kiss. After a long deep kiss, I rolled over and wrapped my legs around him in the hope of another fuck.