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Swimming could be a bitch at times. A swimmer not only had to get up at the crack of dawn almost every day, including weekends, for practice, I obviously had to forego any night-time social life as well, which only translated to: No partying, no drinking, and most damagingly, no friends outside of my team. It could get very lonely at times as my life revolved around swimming.

But one of the greatest perks I slowly came to appreciate was the opportunity to travel for state and national championships, and in the process, befriending some of the hottest guys from across the country, scantily clad only in their Speedos. It was during one of these away games that I met Alex, Alex – the swim captain of San Diego High.

In the pool side, he stood out from the crowd. Not only was he mixed – “Eurasian,” he told me once, “My mom is Chinese and dad’s British” – but every inch of his 5’10” silky smooth body was a glistening brown tan, no doubt from the all-year round sun in Southern California. He looked like one of those golden surfer beach boys, with shaggy long locks of dirty blonde hair.

We both held the record for our respective events – me in Butterfly and him in Freestyle. The mutual respect we had for each other was probably what bonded us as friends, even though we were from rival teams.

I was in San Diego for a swim meet that January, and we were hanging out at a house party that his friend was hosting. We just competed earlier that day, and I was exhausted. I made myself comfortable on the couch, and amused myself watching my teammates chug beer down straight from the keg, when suddenly Alex sat beside me.

We had the obligatory small talk, “How’s school? Have you heard that new band?” when he brought up his discovery of a secluded “killer” surfing spot and that he was going there the next day. I told him that I have a few hours to kill in the morning before we had to leave for the airport, and Alex immediately invited me. “I’ll swing by and pick you up, dude. I have an extra board for you.”

The next morning, I was up bright and early. I was so excited. I had never surfed before, and the thought of this Eurasian stud giving me a one-on-one lesson had kept me up all night.

We drove for 15 minutes, passing the public beaches in San Diego. It was still early, 6 am on a Sunday morning and the place was deserted. We parked in an empty lot and hiked up a cliff. As we got to the other side, I found myself in a completely secluded spot – a small, almost-private cove with white warm sands, open horizon line and intimidating waves.

“That looks killer alright,” I said, motioning to the open sea.

“You’ll be all right. You’re a swimmer, remember. Here, change to this.”

“Here?” I asked, at the thought of changing in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s not like there’s anybody here or that I’ve never seen you in the showers before,” he answered nonchalantly, as he proceeded to strip down buff-naked, before slipping on his red Quicksilver board shorts.

In the quick glimpse, I noticed Alex had shaved his crotch – he was smooth all around, and he was turning me on. Despite the fear of diving into the crashing waves, I began to sport a semi-woody.

I faced my back to him as I changed into his shorts, not wanting him to notice my growing hardness. That was futile however, since I didn’t have my underwear on, and as I turned around to face Alex again, my enlarging cock was obviously visible to Alex. He didn’t seem to notice and he promptly launched into a quick surfing lesson.

“Ok, here get down on the board. Yeah, paddle, paddle, paddle, like this….” All the while, his hands were holding my back and guiding my arms.

“Then, when you get out there in the middle, just follow me there… you see a wave, and you kick, kick, kick and… catch it. Then slowly, stand up and ride it. That’s all there is to it.” He was squatting just millimeters away beside me, as I followed his instruction and did several simulations. I could smell his bedraggled hair and feel the heat emanating from his body. I was intoxicated and giddy from the attention he was showering me too. Casually, he would put his hands on my back or arms, and one time, on my butt, to show me the proper form.

Then, it was time for us to jump into the water. He paddled out into the water, and by the next second, he was riding that board into shore, shouting excitedly, “WOO-HOOOO!” He looked glorious; he was in his element. Alex made surfing look so easy, and it was anything but.

The paddling was a piece of cake for me, but riding the wave was quite another thing all together. I tried and I tried, but I could never get it right. Every time a wave came in, and I kicked and kicked, but I would eventually be swallowed by the wave. I had never drunk so much water ever since my first swimming lesson!

Half an hour later, as I was about to give up, I finally caught a wave. I paddled and kicked, keeping in synch with the wave, and then I slowly lifted myself up. I caught my balance and stood up! I was ecstatic. Alex was just five feet away from me, and I could not help but to turn to him and showed off to him. “Shit man, are you seeing this? I’m up. I’m up!” I shouted enthusiastically. And then, suddenly black. The last thing I heard was, “Dean, look out!!!”

The first thing I felt when I slowly regained consciousness was my splitting headache. It was like bad hangover. Struggling for breath, I began to cough out water from my lungs. I felt a couple vigorous push on my chest, and as I slowly opened my eyes to the direct stream of sunlight, a looming head appeared, casting a shadow on my face, coming closer and closer. Then I felt soft tender lips pressed against mine, a huge breath of warm air filling up my mouth. I coughed out more water.

“Dude, you scared me!” Alex exclaimed. “You crashed onto that rock.”

I wiped my forehead and noticed blood on my palm. In my excitement, I must have flipped over the board and landed head-first on the rock.

I laid there on the warm sand, with Alex still crouching right next to me. His face was just inches away from me. “Dude, can you hear me?” as he slapped my face lightly. I looked up at his handsome face, noticeably anxious and relieved at the same time. In this light, he looked majestic. The sunlight behind his head created a soft golden glow of halo around his blonde hair. I mustered a heavy, “Yeah, I’m OK.”

He didn’t move. I could still feel the warm breath on my face, and I could taste his lips on my mouth. Suddenly, before I knew it, he pressed his palms on my chest again and lowered his face. His lips parted and met with mine, and I instinctively darted my eager tongue in his mouth. Bewildered, he widened his eyes to look at me. I held his shoulder and slowly caressed his strong, muscular back.

He ruffled my short hair and kissed me back, strongly, passionately, and proceeded to climb on top of me.

“I don’t know whether you planned this. But it sure worked,” Alex muttered in between our kisses. His tongue explored the cave of my mouth as I returned the favor in similar intensity. I couldn’t believe this was happening!

We began to roll around in the sand, like two boys wrestling. He was the first to break our lip-locking and dove straight to my right nipple. With his tongue, he circled around the brown protruding nipple and slowly, flicked it. His teasing was driving me wild. My 8-incher rod was screaming in pain against the confines of the board shorts.

I groped the mound of his butt and he let out a moan. Moving down, Alex followed the line of my abs with his sleek, wet tongue to my crotch. He quickly un-laced the front of the shorts with one hand and tore open the Velcro with the other, releasing my throbbing my manhood into the air. It slapped right against my abs, making a loud “thud.” Again, with his tongue, he explored the underside of my balls, the sensitive part of my inner thighs and without warning, engulfed my cock into his mouth. The warm velvety sensation drove me wild. I almost came. He slipped my cock out of his mouth, and teased the head, before resuming another deep-throat.

By this time, I had also stripped Alex from his shorts. His magnificent 8 inches of man meat was proudly erect. Its head was glistening from the generously exuding pre-cum. I spit on my hand and began to stroke the waiting cock.

I was moaning in pleasure, as he deep-throated my cock for the third time. I had never felt like this before. I didn’t know whether it was hooking up with this man-God or the fact that we were fooling around in the great outdoors that was turning me on so bad. I had never felt as liberated and wild.

“How’s that?” Alex asked, as he came up for air. We shared another tongue-twisting kiss. “Perfect,” I replied, as I slowly clenched his waist with my arms and drew his body up, positioning his crotch against my face. “And now, it’s my turn.”

With his knees on the sand, and me lying underneath of him, he began to force feed his cock into my hungry mouth. He arched his back, and threw his head back, closing his eyes, enjoying the sensation of my tongue swirling the head of his cock. I caressed his beautiful body, his defined six-pack abs and his sculpted chest, that smooth tanned skin, before playing with his nipples with both of my free hands. He slapped his heavy balls and hefty fuck-pole on my face – my cheeks, my lips, my eyes, my mouth, over and over again.

I pushed his body even higher, so that his ass was sitting on my face. From here, I could get a clear full view of his perfectly-round, smooth bubble butt. I slowly licked the side of his tight hole, before vehemently jabbing my tongue deeper and deeper into his rectum. He screamed in pleasure.

I raised my head and took the length of his cock in my mouth again, and then I cradled my neck back and forth, as he fucked my face. We developed a smooth but fast momentum. I began to stroke my cock as he began to pump his cock harder and harder. He grabbed my head tightly, and yelped an abrupt,” Fuck, here it comes!” As his dick exited my mouth, its piss-hole spewed a healthy jet of hot white cum on my face and neck. “Fuck!” he shouted. I licked my lips to taste his cum and stroke my own throbbing erection. I was close. I was ready to… “ARRRRGHHHHH” I shot streams and streams of cum on my stomach and his back.

We collapsed onto each other’s arms, in exhaustion. We lay on the warm sand, naked, for a few minutes, enveloped by the warm embrace of the sun. He propped himself up, playing with the cum on my face and body, before suggesting, “Let’s go to the water and get this off so I can take you back before you missed your flight.”

He dropped me off at my hotel. Coach Carter freaked out when he saw the gash on my forehead. Alex gave me a bear-hug, seductively whispering in my ears, “Can’t wait for the next championship, stud,” before winking at me and driving off in his Jeep Wrangler.

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