I've mentioned I like to surf, and my usual spot when I wanted to get out of town would be Shellharbour, around an hour and a half's drive south of Sydney. Often I'd go with a mixed-sex group of mates, and I'd be angling for straight action if I could pull, either with one of my girl mates or a pub / bar pickup at night. Sometimes though I'd just take my self off solo for some chillout time for two or three days. If the nights were warm and dry I'd aim to camp, otherwise I'd try for a hostel. I never booked ahead, I would just wing it. I'd sleep in the car if I really had to. If I was solo, the aim was to surf and zen-out, not cruise and cock-hunt, and to be honest it wouldn't have been that easy to hookup anyway. But there was one time when I got a double-dose of memorable action.
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I think it was 2013, I'd have been about 20 years old, and it was moving from Summer to Autumn, so maybe March/April or a bit later. I remember there was a lot of cloud cover and occasional drizzle, and while it wasn't cold it certainly wasn't hot, and I needed a shortie (a wetsuit with sleeves that ended just above the elbow and legs that finished just above the knee). I definitely had a full beard and long hair at the time.
I'd set out from home really early in the morning, wearing a surfie vest and boardies, commando and barefoot, with my hair down. Even though I'd stopped off at a McDonalds for brekkie on the way, it was still pretty early when arrived. I pulled up and backed into a parking spot near a VW camper van which had its rear facing the ocean and its hatch open. To be honest I was a little closer to the van than necessary, as there were only a few other vehicles scattered around the carpark, but this spot was near the outdoor beach shower which made it convenient for a rinse after a surf. As I said, the carpark was pretty empty even though the conditions were good, and I didn't have to worry about onlookers as I got out of the car, opened the boot and stripped naked to pull on my shortie. Like most serious surfers, I wore my wetsuit commando. I grabbed my board off the roof rack and loped down the dunes towards the ocean.
There were three or four other surfers, all guys, and we gave each other plenty of space. I did find myself near to one guy though, because frankly he was hot and I just wanted to enjoy the view. He was at least a few years older and seemed pretty tall - taller than me anyway - and was well-stacked with muscle. He had long dark hair which was blowing free like mine, and a full dark beard which was massive, like he'd just let it do its own thing for months. He was wearing boardshorts and a short-sleeved rashie (obviously a bit braver than me!) and both arms had Japanese-style full sleeve tatts in back-and-grey. His lower right leg had a Japanese black-and-grey half-sleeve as well, and his left leg had a cluster of what looked like random souvenir tatts around his calf, shin and ankle. He was a bit of a demi-god, and I timed my rests with his, sitting straddling our boards with our legs in the water, so I could have an ogle. I'm quite sure he could tell I was checking him out, but I imagine he didn't care.
We paddled in to leave the water at the same time and I promise it was a coincidence, I wasn't following him! We'd ridden the same wave in and just naturally headed up. When we got to the shower we grinned at each other and did that "no you go first" dance until he smiled his thanks and got under the water. He gave his board a quick rinse then doused himself, sluicing the salt out of his long hair and beard then peeling off his rashie. I kept glancing at him to check out his torso: his chest was smooth and well-muscled with good abs, a defined Apollo's Belt and a treasure trail starting at his navel. His Japanese sleeves melded with a full back piece of one of those Japanese demon faces which extended down under his boardies. When he was done, he nodded his thanks and padded across to his VW with his board, allowing me to step under the water. Rinsing off my own board, I then drenched my hair and beard before tugging the back zipper of my shortie down and pushing the wetsuit down to my waist. I turned in time to see the other dude in front of the open rear hatch of his van, unselfconsciously taking off his boardies as he stood with his back to me, revealing his full-back tattoo extending to cover both hard glutes. Supressing a "fuck, nice" under my breath, I turned my back to him and tugged my shortie off completely, standing naked under the shower as I rinsed the wetsuit out, rested it on the tip of my board (which was standing on end propped against the shower) and rubbed my hands down my arms, legs and torso, quickly rubbing the water down my ass trench and through my junk.
When I turned around, nude and dripping, to my surprise and pleasure the guy was sitting in the back of his van, his bare legs and feet dangling, a towel wrapped around his waist, blatantly checking me out. He smiled as I caught his eye and I smiled back. He motioned with his head that I should join him, and I nodded as a wave of excitement washed over me and my soft cock started to fill. I took my board and rested it on my roofrack, put the wetsuit in my open boot, and grabbed my beach towel, giving my hair and body a quick wipe down as I maintained eye contact with the demi-god. Then, towel slung over my shoulder, I strode nude towards him. He shuffled back into his van and I sat on the edge and used my towel to dust the sand off my wet feet before I crawled in. I moved aside and turned to sit on my ass as he leaned forward to pull the hatch down and tug the curtain across the window. I shivered as his warm wet skin slipped against me, then he turned to face me, his stunning white smile framed by his wild wet beard. I spread my legs and he moved between them on all fours and leaned in, his mouth slightly open, and we kissed, our tongues duelling for dominance until I gave way and let his fill my gob as he brought one hand behind my head and pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his torso and lay back, pulling him with me, until his towel-wrapped groin ground into my exposed and now rock-hard cock as I crossed my ankles behind his butt. As we snogged he started to grind his covered pelvis against my dick until I moaned into his mouth, then I exerted my muscles and moved to roll him - he got the message and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was on top. As we sucked each other's tongues his hands moved down to firmly grip, knead and spread my hard glutes, encouraging me to fuck my hardon into his towel and the steel-hard meat beneath it, as his fingers wormed into my hairy wet trench, feeling around for my fuckhole. When he found my moist pucker, he alternated rubbing it firmly in little circles with tapping it with the pad of his finger. I bore down with my gut muscles so my hole flared open and nipped at his finger tip; I felt him grin even with his mouth clamped over mine.
I broke the kiss first and started to lick my way down his torso, savouring his broad naturally-smooth pecs, sucking on his erect nips and raising his arms so I could get my tongue into his hairy pits. Then I licked down the central ridge of his abs until I reached his towel, which he tugged open for me to reveal a thick, hard uncut cock jutting from a nest of dark trimmed pubes. He was much bigger than me, and I started to peel back the foreskin to expose the sticky glans to my tongue and lips as I began to stroke my own cock. He moaned softly and let me draw the first few inches of his tool into my wet gob before he put both hands on the back of my head, wrapped his bare legs around my upper back, and slowly forced me down so his cock snaked to the back of my throat. I gagged and he let me pull back before applying pressure again and forcing me down. Each time I gagged and retched as he got more of his seawater-flavoured fuckmeat down my throat, thick ropes of spit getting dredged out of my gob to drool down his shaft and into his pubes, my eyes tearing up and snot even starting to flow from my nostrils, but I didn't resist - it was well hot and my cock was steel-hard and leaking in my clenched fist. He got more forceful and started to fuck his hips up into my face, and with each thrust my gag reflex gave way a little more.
Finally he released me, and as I sat back on my heels, gasping and wiping the fluids off my face with the back of my hand, he sat up, gripped my shoulders, and guided me gently but firmly onto all fours with my ass to him. He planted his hands on my ass and spread my glutes wide, making a little growl of appreciation before diving right in with his beard, lips and tongue, aggressively eating my mancunt, nipping my taint with his teeth and forcing his thick wet tongue up into my chute while I moaned and wanked. After a few minutes of hungry rimming he reached to one of the little cupboards and pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, and seconds later I felt two thick lubricated fingers force through my hungry pucker and up my shitchute. I winced but fought to open up as he roughly fingerbanged me, then he withdrew and used both hands to rubber-up and lube himself. Shuffling forward on his knees, I felt him slap his swollen cockhead on my slippery ring a few times before punching it through the tight muscle. I gasped at the sudden sharp pain, and after he'd rested his glans in my hole for a few seconds, he pulled it out. He did that several more times until the pain of the intrusion faded away, then remorselessly pushed himself up into my rectum inch by inch, dragging an embarrassingly loud moan from me. Balls deep, his bush grinding into my butt, he covered my mouth with his hand and started a full-length fuck, slowly at first but picking up the pace pretty quickly until he was banging my ass hard and I really had to fight to keep my noises in.
Due to the cramped quarters, this wasn't going to be an athletic session where we changed positions loads and flung each other about. He just fucked my ass hard doggie-style for a good ten minutes while I used both hands to brace myself and left my granite cock alone to slap itself against my abs and flick its cocksnot out in sticky strings. At last he pulled out, yanked off the condom and planted his big bare feet on either side of my hips, hunching over in the van's confined space and squatting over my ass as he jerked his cock until, with a loud grunt, I felt his hot gravy splash onto my shoulders and upper back. As he slowed down, he scooped up some of his load with his fingers and reached around so I could suck them clean. Rubbing his hand down my back he collected more cum and offered it to me to lick off his palm, then he rubbed what was left into the skin of my back. He applied pressure to my hip and I followed his lead and rolled onto my sticky back, my legs on either side of him; he pushed two fingers up into my lubed chute and hooked them to poke my prostate. I started to wank as he massaged my fucknut for me until I bucked my hips and sprayed cum over my chest and abs, gasping harshly with each spasm. Then he kneeled back on his heels, grinning, as he used his ass-fresh fingers to scoop up some of my DNA and drip it into his own mouth while I caught my breath and smiled at him; he sucked the lube, ass-juice and semen off his fingers before leaning forward and licking some more of my load directly off my wet hairy torso, then rested his body on mine and kissed me deeply.
We lay there for ten minutes or so, coming down, gently stroking each other's bodies, then he rolled off me and pulled his boardies back over his bare ass. I got the hint, recovered my towel and wrapped it around my waist. He opened the hatch and I climbed out, checking there was no-one in our immediate vicinity, then he sat on the edge and perved at me as I had a quick rinse under the freshwater shower and roughly dried off. I returned to my open car boot, pulled my boardies and vest back on, and strapped my board down securely on the rack. Going back to my hookup buddy, we had a brief man-hug, and after dusting the sand off my feet I got behind the wheel and drove on.
We didn't exchange a single word the whole time.
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In town I tried a couple of hostels but they were fuckin' full, and the B&B's were too expensive for me. My options were to camp, sleep in my car, or find somewhere to crash. Parking that decision for later, I took my time over lunch in a nice cafe, wandered around the town barefoot like lots of other folks, went back to the beach for a swim (even though it was getting a bit chilly in the late afternoon), and had a decent shower in the beachfront communal shower block. Wandering back to my car with a towel wrapped around my waist, I pulled on some Bonds briefs, a well-worn pair of denim cut-offs, a RipCurl t-shirt, Havaianas on my bare feet, and tied my hair back, before driving back into town and hitting the pub.
My first priority, once I'd gotten a pint, was to check out the talent and see if I could pull. Sleeping in a hookup's nice warm bed (or tent or camper-van) was better than camping alone. The pub was getting pretty full and it was a mixed crowd, blokes and chicks, younger and older. I was solo and didn't know anyone of course, so I just perched on a stool at a high table and people-watched while scanning the crowd and doomscrolling on my phone. I'd have to decide what to do at some point 'cos I wasn't going to have more than a pint and half and get behind the wheel. If I had no luck I was going to grab myself a burger or pizza somewhere and then decide if it was less of an arse-ache to erect my little one-man pop-up tent in the dunes or curl up on my back seat in the beach carpark. I fancied some pussy and there were a couple of pretty fit girls floating around, but I struggled to catch their eyes without looking like a creep, and they were in mixed groups so it was hard to tell if they were attached or not.
As I downed the last of my pint, I noticed a guy at the bar looking at me. He looked to be in his 50's, but tanned and surfer-fit. He had long grey-blond hair tied back in a short ponytail, and had a few day's worth of stubble on his face, which was pretty handsome. He was wearing a surfie t-shirt, jeans and deck shoes without socks, all worn and threadbare but in a good way. He was quite fit actually and my interest was piqued. He gestured at me with his glass, a question on his face, and I smiled, held up my pint and pinched my fingers next to it to indicate I only wanted a schooner. He nodded and turned to order from the girl behind the bar before bringing the drinks over.
We shook hands and introduced ourselves - his name was Greg. I thanked him for the drink and we felt our way around a conversation, a bit awkwardly at first but we both knew what the deal was: older guys don't offer to buy younger guys they've never met a drink at a bar unless they are fishing for cock or ass, and younger guys don't accept free drinks from older strangers unless their cock or ass is on offer. I found out that he lived locally, which was a plus, and he asked if I had anywhere to stay. Obviously I didn't.
"Well, you're welcome to crash at mine Dave, I'm just down near the beach."
"Really? Cheers mate, sweet. I was gonna stay in a hostel, so I could pay...?". Always the same dance. But in a place like this, no-one was gonna say "Up for a fuck?" were they?
"We can work something out I reckon".
I decided to be direct with my reply 'cos I wanted to get something out of this. "What ya lookin' for mate?" I asked in a low voice. "I'll be straight with ya, I'm usually lookin' to make a bit of cash."
Greg nodded his understanding. "But I'm providing a bed for the night, so...", he left it hanging.
"350 bucks for the night then, anything goes."
He pulled a face. "That's a bit steep. That's city prices mate. 150 bucks."
"200, and you buy pizza later and I want breakfast." I made that counter with a cheeky grin on my face and he laughed.
"Deal mate." We shook on it and sank the rest of our beer.
I followed him back to his place in my car. He kicked off his deck shoes on the porch and so I followed suit and slipped off my thongs and entered his home barefoot.
"Make yourself comfortable mate, I'm just gonna get some stuff." He wandered off so I sat myself down on his sofa in front of his TV. When he returned, he was carrying a small gym bag. "Just some toys and stuff mate," he smiled as he handed me my 200 bucks. As I pocketed it, he crouched down in front of the TV cabinet and started rooting through a drawer of DVDs. As he popped one on, he said "How about you get yer gear off mate?" Nodding, I stood up as he sat down and started by peeling off my t-shirt as a gay porn flick came on screen and he selected a scene to play. As I tossed my tee aside, he took his eyes off the TV, settled back and looked at me appraisingly. "Fuckin' nice mate, keep going". I dropped my cutoffs and kicked them aside, standing there in my briefs before slowly turning around and flexing my muscles a bit (I hate doing muscle poses but the tricks like it). He started to shift a bit on the sofa, reaching down to adjust his junk in his jeans as I was obviously having the desired effect. There was a certain heat in his eyes as he said again "keep going'. I decided to tease him a little and began to massage my shaft in my briefs, encouraging myself to firm up, which wasn't difficult because I do find this kind of scenario inherently hot, its one of the reasons I do a bit of hustling. Being bought and paid for will get me hard no matter what the client is like, within reason. But I didn't want to overplay my hand, so after a couple of minutes I pulled down my waistband and allowed my semi-hard cock to spring out. Greg sighed as I pushed the briefs down to my ankles and kicked them aside, then started to tug myself to full hardness. Keeping an eye on the sleazy bareback sucking and fucking on the TV definitely helped accelerate my blood flow to the necessary levels.
"Come and sit on Daddy's lap", Greg ordered. I supressed a smile at the "daddy" bit - hey, whatever floats your boat - and allowed him to put his hands on my hips and turn me around so I could straddle his legs and sit with my back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my naked torso and pulled me close, nuzzling my neck as he started to rub his rough, calloused hands over my pecs, abs and thighs. I just leaned back into him, relaxed and watched the porn as he had his fun with my bod, tugging my nips, fondling my balls and generally feeling me up. Right now I was a piece of meat and I quite liked it. "Is this OK boy? Do you like Daddy's hands on you?" "Yes daddy, I love it, it's hot", I responded as expected. I raised my arm at his prompting so he could sniff my hairy armpit and feel my bicep, and I sighed happily when his roaming hands finally found my cock and started to slowly stroke me. "Good boy, good boy, yer fuckin' beautiful you are, and I can tell ya like it, yeah?" I just monaed as he tightened his fingers and dry-stroked me harder.
We stayed like that for a good half hour as I continued to relax and enjoy the porn and Greg's molesting of my bod. Greg was largely quiet apart from his hot and heavy breathing in my ear and the occasional bit of dirty talk. Eventually he pushed me gently off his lap and stood up, guiding me to sit down on the sofa. He encouraged me to shuffle my ass forward to the edge of the sofa as he knelt down on a cushion between my legs, got his hands on my calves and started to lift them - I took over and raised my legs, spreading them as wide as I could and pulling my thighs towards my chest. I know what he wanted. Greg fondled my shaved ballsack and lifted it out of the way to reveal my taint and my asshole nestled in its furry trench. I adjusted my position further to give him better access to my exposed cunt.
"Oh boy, you got a beautiful pussy. Do you want daddy to play with your hole?" "Yes please Daddy" I whsipered obediently. His rough fingers started to rub over my sweaty little pucker, and when he used his thumbs to part the meat around it he then leaned in and sniffed deeply before tentatively flicking it with his tongue. I whimpered encouragement and he started to lick my anus with increasing gusto while dry-wanking my cock. He took a break from his rimming to lick my sack and then up the underside of my shaft and tongue the flow of precum from my leaking piss-slit, making me writhe in pleasure before he finally took my cock down his throat and pushed a finger into my spit-wet asshole at the same time. He set up a delicious rhythm, working his slobbery mouth and throat up and down my cock while fucking his finger in and out of my chute as I just held my legs back and apart and told Daddy how much I loved what he was doing. In fact, when I started to feel myself getting too close, I had to gently push his face off my dick. "It feels too good Daddy, I don't wanna cum yet." He smiled, "that's OK boy, I've got some more things I wanna do." Slipping his finger out of my ass, he reached over to his gym bag and pulled out a small butt plug and a large bottle of lube. Once he'd slathered the toy with gel, he put its narrow tip against my pucker and slowly eased it inside me. It wasn't a challenging toy, and thanks to his prepatory finger-fuck it felt nice. He spent a while fucking the toy in and out of my ass, his face up close, starting intently as my ring pulsed and flared. He then put that plug aside on an old towel and selected a larger one, lubed it and very slowly pushed it through my ring. It was more difficult to take and I gasped as my sphincter stretched over the base and then snapped shut behind it. He had a look of obvious enjoyment on his face as he tugged the plug out, watching my anus stretch open, then pushed it back in a few times. Leaving it in place, he paused to stand and take off his jeans and boxers, revealing a curved, cut 6 inch cock that was liberally leaking cocksnot. He gave it a few strokes then got back down between my legs and eased that plug out of my ass, then replaced it with a large, realistically cock-shaped dildo. He started to properly fuck my manhole with the well-lubed dong and I started to moan in genuine pleasure and he wanked himself. "Oh yeah Daddy, fuck my boyhole harder" - I was shit at dirty talk and it looks epsecially bad in writing, but Greg seemed to appreciate my efforts.
This was clearly what he was into, having muscled young surfer jocks take his toys up their assholes, and he kept up a steady fuck with that toy for ages. I had to leave my cock well alone 'cos I would have shot way too easily if I'd started to wank at that stage, but I was really enjoying what he was doing to me. Finally he withdrew the dildo and put it aside, then fetched an intimidating-looking dong, it must have been 12 inches and with thickness to match. It was black, its bulbous head bullet-shaped, the shaft ridged and leading to a flared suction-cup base. He lubed it up and pushed it straight up into my rectum and I cried out with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. A few more minutes of fucking and he yanked it out of me, then buried his face in my crack and tongued my puffy wet gape.
Standing, he spat on the suction cup and speared his saliva around on it, then he crouched and slammed the dildo down on his laminate floor. "Ride it boy", he ordered, and I hauled myself off the sofa, squatted over the dildo and guided it back up into my shitter. I started to bounce up and down happily as Greg stood in front of me, took my face in his hands and started to fuck my mouth. He didn't last long before he pulled out of my drooling gob and started to wank furiously. "Open your mouth for Daddy and look up at me boy", he barked gutterally, and as I did what I was told he basted my tongue and beard with spurts of thick spooge.
I took his leaking tool back into my mouth and sucked the last drops out of it as I accelerated my self-fucking action and started to jerk off. Greg slipped out of my mouth and abruptly slapped my hand away from my cock. "How about you save that and fuck yer Daddy?" I smiled and nodded, standing as he passed me the lube from his bag of tricks and got on his knees on the sofa, his torso braced against its back as he reached back and spread his ass for me. His anus was puffy and slitted, like he'd seen plenty of action. "Breed your Daddy, boy" he commanded, and I hesitated slightly because I almost always played safe, but I knew risks were lower for tops so I decided to go for it. I lubed up and slid a slick finger easily up his chute, before unceremoniously shoving my dick up in that well-trained cunt, sighing at that bareback feeling as his baggy ring and warm rectum slid over my slick glans and shaft. He grunted in pleasure and I just gripped his shoulders and started to slam his loose pussy hard until after a couple of minutes I yelled and dumped my thick hot DNA deep up in Greg's guts. As I slid out of his oozing fuckhole Greg turned and took my cock - shiny with lube, cum and streaks of tan-coloured anal mucous - into his mouth and enthusiastically sucked me clean as the after-shocks of my orgasm shivered through me.
"I need a piss Daddy".
"Yeah? Come with me". I'd expected to be directed to his dunny, but instead he led me out to his back yard, tugged off his t-shirt and knelt naked on the grass with his gob open. I'd done a little piss-play before, not much, but it was cool. I got in close and let loose, directing my flow over his face and down his chest to his limp genitals while he aimed his own piss stream at my feet and lower legs. When we were done, he grabbed a towel from his washing line and we shared it to dry-off before heading back inside. He pulled his jeans back on, commando, and his tshirt, but said to me "Boys stay nude in Daddy's house", so I just flopped naked on the sofa in front of the porn while he ordered pizza. We spent the rest of the evening eating, snuggling and talking before he took me to bed and we wanked and sucked each other to a second pair of cums before dozing off.
The next morning we sucked each other off again before getting up, and Greg let me use his toilet and shower while he cooked us a fry-up. I sat naked at his kitchen table as we ate, and we exchanged numbers with a promise from me that I'd let him know when I was next gonna be down. I then pulled my cutoffs on over my bare ass, picked up my tshirt, undies and Havaianas, and after a solid man-hug I got back in my car. I drove to the beach, changed into my shortie and had a decent surf before rinsing off, slipping my cutoffs back on commando, and driving back to Sydney barefoot and bare chested, the window open and my long hair blowing in the wind.
The next day I was feeling a bit anxious, so I went to my uni sexual health clinic for a checkup. I was registered under a false name (like most people who used it) and they had me down in my records as a casual sex worker, so after the usual lecture about unsafe sex and a negative HIV test, they put me on a course of PEP for peace of mind. I saw Greg a few more times while I was at uni, and he'd pay good cash to have me stay at his for a couple of days, staying nude at all times unless we went out or to the beach. If it was summer and hot, he liked to drive me to one of the more secluded beaches where he'd have me surf wearing a Speedo, after which he'd then fuck me in the toilet block if there was no-one around.
Good times.
