The Beach
Growing up near the beach, Professor Hubbard used to surf a lot and would often yearn for the days when he would search for the next big wave. It was better to do this with company, and the kid seemed an ideal candidate. So when Matthew agreed to join him for a short trip, he was very pleased.
After several hours on the road, they finally hit the sand. However, when Professor Hubbard started to strip, Matthew was momentarily embarrassed. He didn't know where to avert his eyes. But what he did notice was that his teacher was shredded.
Professor Hubbard, however, wasn’t shy about watching the kid change into a wetsuit. In fact, he was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, the kid used a towel to cover himself before he took his underwear off.
After getting into the water, the energy and vitality of the ocean soon overpowered Matthew's senses, or perhaps that had more to do with his teacher, who behaved like a different person outside of the classroom.
Professor Hubbard's roaring laughter and energy was contagious. He paddled out, waited for the right moment, and rode one crashing wave after the other. He saw how the kid tried to mimic his skills and was impressed by his determination.
Matthew was a natural at sports, so he caught on quickly and was able to catch a few good waves. However, it eventually became more interesting for the youth to watch his teacher conquer the ocean, one wave at a time.
When they finally had enough, the two went for a long walk along the beach. Visiting shops, picking up things to munch on, and spending time together consumed a few happy hours.
The bronze skin color that they had acquired during the day was in full display. Their arms, legs, and glowing faces got a lot of attention from everyone they passed by.
Blonde and beautiful, Professor Hubbard looked better at 34 years old than he did in his 20s. He had also become much more defined and filled in all the right places.
When they finally got back to the hotel, Matthew took the first shower. Twenty minutes later, he emerged wrapped in a towel, his pearly white teeth already brushed.
"It's all yours, dude."
Professor Hubbard: “...”
Matthew was met with an unusual silence. At first, he wasn't sure what it was, but then it became clear. His teacher was openly checking him out.
"Matthew, you have a nice body."
"Do you like what you see?"
Professor Hubbard nodded his head slowly. He could see the beads of water on the kid’s brown body, and his eyes followed them as they ran down his chest and disappeared into the bath towel.
"But you're the one with the nice body," said Matthew.
"Did you notice how people were staring at you all night?"
"They were staring at you! Do you realize how good looking you are? You're a freaking stallion. And you happen to be hung like one …."
"How do I know you're not more impressive than me?" asked Professor Hubbard.
"You don't. You haven't seen me naked yet."
"You're right, I haven't yet …."
Professor Hubbard really wanted to see what was underneath the kid’s towel.
"Are you planning to take that towel off?"
Matthew shook his head.
"You've seen me but I haven't seen you," said Professor Hubbard, as his eyes evaluated the kid's body from top to bottom.
"Life's not fair, Teach. Besides, the only reason why I got to see yours was because I was blowing you."
"That’s right. That … was unforgettable."
"I'm guessing you want a repeat performance?"
"Matthew, I don’t know if I can reciprocate."
"I’m not expecting you to. I was just asking if you were interested in receiving another one, should the opportunity arise."
"I've been thinking about it ever since our last encounter," admitted Professor Hubbard.
In fact, at the back of his mind, when Professor Hubbard had asked Matthew to join, he wondered if the kid was perhaps interested in doing something more than just surfing.
"Go brush your teeth, silly."
Professor Hubbard went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he casually looked out the door, his jaw dropped. The kid had dropped the towel.
The shape of Matthew’s bubble butt was captivating, even after he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. In fact, Professor Hubbard couldn’t stop staring.
However, when Matthew slipped into the other bed, Professor Hubbard was disappointed. That was when he closed the door to the bathroom. Later, after he was done showering, Professor Hubbard hit the lights and got into bed.
Moments later, Matthew spoke and what came next was unexpected.
"Can I sleep with you?"
Professor Hubbard wasn't sure what would happen next. As he moved over and lifted up the sheets, the kid slipped into his bed.
"Professor … I just realized something. Since I’m no longer in your class, you’re technically no longer my teacher.”
Professor Hubbard: “...”
Even in the dark, Professor Hubbard could see the kid’s outline next to him. Within minutes the kid cuddled up and fell asleep, tired and spent from a full day of adventure.
Though they did not have sex that night, each knew it was the beginning of something new. Still, Professor Hubbard stayed hard the entire night, dreaming of what he would eventually do to the kid.
* * * * *
After returning from his trip to the beach, Matthew immediately drove over to Alex’s house. He couldn’t wait to spend time with the person who meant the world to him.
“Matt, what are you doing here?”
“I came to invite my best friend out for a bite to eat.”
The two shared a meal, which Matthew paid for. They then got coffee and walked around town. Matthew was genuinely happy to spend time with his best friend, who was his most important person in the world.
“I’m glad I got to see you this weekend,” said Matthew.
“Me too, Matt.”
“From now on, I wanna see you every weekend.”
* * * * *
That night, when he got home, Matthew rang up an old friend.
"Gordon … have you ever been in love?"
"Yes, with an American student who used to live at my place."
Matthew facepalmed. "I'm serious …."
"Hasn't everyone been in love?"
"Not everyone. Not me."
Although Matthew had a lot of sex, he had never been in a committed relationship before.
"What do you want to know?"
"When you were in love, what did you do?"
"Even though I was young and inexperienced, I didn’t hesitate to give myself to him. And I'm not just talking about my body. I'm talking about all I had to give."
"But I don't have anything to give … other than my body."
"Matthew, are you kidding me? Give yourself some credit. You're much more than a pretty face. You're kind, funny, and amazing in bed."
"You just had to mention that at the end, didn't you?" complained Matthew, as he rolled his eyes in utter defeat.
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