Cruising at the Beach Showers

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I steadied myself as I knelt on the board, waiting. When you imagine surfing all anyone thinks about is the ride, cutting through the waves. But most of it was waiting, getting ready to take the most of an opportunity when it came. And mine was coming.

The water began to swell, as I got ready for the new wave. Patience. Timing. Luck. If you didn't have these you shouldn't be surfing at all.

And I had all three in spades.

I launched myself into it, kneeling to begin when it had just formed, before I started to stand, feeling the air flow past me, tensing my core to keep upright as the world rushed past.

Fuck - it felt good. It felt free.

But all waves crash eventually as I directed my board to the beach. Dismounting I checked my watch. It was late. I was hungry. I had been surfing all afternoon

I grabbed my bad and started heading to the public showers to rinse off the salt water. Getting in I saw an old rundown changing room, with some open-air showers at the back behind a whitewashed wall that didn't even run to the roof. I had been in worse.

I stripped off and started checking myself out in the mirror. I flexed for it. I grinned. I looked good.

The last month of surfing, along with my calisthenics on this trip had turned any inch of fat into muscle. Along with my already handsome face I was my own wet dream. My hair was getting long though, the blonde hair unmanaged. I wasn't sure if I should cut it or keep growing it. I had never had it long before. Maybe this was the summer for it.

I continued undressing, slipping off my wetsuit fully. I put my towel over my shoulder and walked to the showers, washbag in hand, swinging proudly. I heard the running water echo in the hallway as I got closer. I wasn't alone.

I walked in, seeing a pair of strangers showering at the side. The first one looked older, maybe 70, out of shape, shampooing. I looked away quickly.

The second one though, that was worth looking at. He looked about 20, my age, trim with messy black hair. He was facing the wall a little too close, a little insecurely. He might have not felt confident about his dick, but fuck, his ass was a work of art, the perfect plumpness, the small round shelf.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to cum in it or on it.

I sauntered to the shower beside him, setting my bag on the ground. I turned on the water, letting the warm flow take away the dry salty scale I had developed.

He glanced at me through the corner of his eye, slightly turning his head. "Shit," he looked cute. The faintest hint of black stubble covering his jaw, high cheekbones, and his blue eyes darting nervously.

I turned to face him, showing myself off completely. The nervous eyes stopped bouncing, running along me as I presented myself. I saw them lock once they got to between my legs.

'Bingo.'

I smirked, giving him a minute to stare. Then I interrupted him. 'Can I borrow some soap?'

I saw him gulp as he turned away quickly, embarrassed. He reached down to his feet grabbing his bottle and passing it to me. He was angling the front of his body the other way.

"I wonder why." I grinned.

I took the bottle, pouring far too much into my hand, the white liquid overflowing, before dropping it back in his open hand. Still facing him I rubbed it down my body, massaging it into my chest. I lifted my arms presenting my pits, washing them. His eyes didn't leave me.

I grinned some more as my hands went down to clean my flaccid dick, his eyes tracing every movement, as I gently rubbed.

'What's your name?' I asked him, not stopping lathering my groin, leaving a pile of soapy bubbles almost covering my junk. Almost.

He gulped, 'Chris.' He offered shakily.

I nodded, ' I'm Ash.'

He kept on watching me as I leant into the water, rinsing off the soap. Fuck, I loved this attention.

I heard the shower at the far end of the room stop. The old man gathered his things, walking past us, not paying us any attention. We were alone.

His eyes were still fixed on me, I wasn't sure if he even remembered the man was there.

I smirked to him. 'It's a lot bigger when I'm hard.'

'What.' His voice was unsteady.

'My dick," I grabbed it loosely in one hand, "Yeah, it's pretty big now right, like 4 inches soft.' Chris' eyes were staring at it. Like it had all the answers in the world.

I reached for hand, taking it gently, slowly leading it to me. He grabbed my dick softly.

'But once you get it hard, it'll be so much fucking bigger." I started moving his wrist, getting him to stroke me. My dick started to swell. I never took long to get hard.

'How big?" he asked, his voice dripping with excitement.

I looked down and saw his own dick swollen. He had probably been hard this whole time.

It was a fine dick, probably about 6 and a half inches. But I had no interest in it. I knew a bottom when I saw one.

I came close to him, moving so my chest was almost against him, towering about 6 inches over him. 'It'll get to about nine thick inches. You've never been fucked by one that big have you?'

Chris shook his head, his wet messy hair flapping with the movement. I was fully hard now, as he brought his second hand to work on my cock, more worshiping than milking.

"You like the feel of me in your hand don't you?"

Chris nodded, seemingly unsure to trust his voice.

I leaned in closer, so my mouth was right beside his ear. 'Ask me to fuck you.'

His eyes wide he just nodded.

I grabbed him, spinning him against the wall. My hand cupped his ass, spreading him, fingers teasing his hole, making sure it was clean, my dick pressing against his thigh.

'Ask and I'll give it to you.'

'Please,' he begged, his voice strained as he pleaded.

I smacked his ass, leaving a bright red mark on it. Chris moaned. Seemed he liked it. I grabbed my wash kit, pulling out a bottle of lube, getting my fingers wet as I stuck them in. I expected some resistance. I was surprised.

'Fuck, you're looser than I thought.' My third finger slipped in. 'You must loved to get fucked right?'

Chris just moaned his agreement as I fingered him roughly. I started rubbing my dick against his hips, letting him feel how hard I was. I pulled my fingers out, slapping his ass one more time, a loud smack echoing through the empty changing rooms.

'But you've never had a dick like mine before have you?'

'No, you'll be the biggest.' His voice a mix of fear and excitement.

I rubbed my tip against his hole. 'I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. And you're going to thank me, right.'

Chris was shivering with anticipation. 'Please, please.'

I pressed in. Despite loosening him with my fingers, my tool was still fucking big.  He whimpered slightly as I pushed past the ring of muscle, bringing myself the full way in.

"Fuck," I thought, "this ass can take a dick."

I gave him a second to get used to me, before I began fucking him. I wanted to, needed to make this good. This ass was going to be mine, and I wanted every guy after me, every time he even just played with himself, to pale to this.

I started with a steady rhythm, one hand squeezing the front of his hip, the other pushing the front of his front down against the wall, keeping him bent over.

Chris was moaning, loudly, trying to cover his mouth. Trying to keep quiet.

"Who the fuck would want that?"

'Take your hand away ' I ordered. 'I want to hear your fucking squeals'

'But someone -' he gasped out, his voice an octave higher than it was before.

I pulled his hair, bringing his head closer to me as I pressed him against the wall, the angle of my dick changing in him. I started thrusting more up then across him. 'Who give a fuck' I asked him. 'This is the best dick you've ever had right?

His reply was almost gibberish. "Yeah, yeah -' he managed to moan out.

'Then fucking squeal as much as you want. You won't get another this good."

I doubled my efforts, speeding up. He didn't whimper or moan like some of the other sluts I fucked, he took my pounding better than anyone had, as he lay there splayed on the wall.

He took my instructions to heart, moaning, gasping in time as my dick slammed into him, almost shouting. Anyone who was outside would know what I was doing to him. The thought made my dick twitch.

"Ash, I'm so close, fuck, your dick feels huge, fuck, fuck"

I smacked his ass, keeping up my momentum. Chris went to stroke his dick, but I stopped him.

"No, you cum hands free on this dick."

"Holy shit," he moaned, taking his hands away. "Holy shit, holy SHIT, HOLY SHIIIIT."

I felt his ass clench around my dick as he started cumming. I felt his knees weaken as I held him up keeping fucking. The next few minutes he was incomprehensible, alternating between swears as he processed his orgasm.

"Fuck, he liked that."

I kept my pace up. Making guys squeal was what really turned me on. And he had given the most emphatic performance I had seen in a while. My balls started clenching as I pulled out. I had made my choice, I wanted to see that beautiful ass painted.

"Fucking hell" I shouted, giving myself the final few strokes before I unleashed my own cum, jet after jet of cum landing on his bare ass. I paused spent for a moment before I rubbed it over, watching my hot white seed coat every crevice, before giving him one last spank.

He gave a satisfied moan, before standing up, looking at me. He looked at me dumbly, "That was amazing."

I nodded, grinning, washing my dick clean in the shower. I grabbed my bag heading out of the shower. I called over my shoulder to him. "My vans out front, get clean, you're staying with me tonight."