Speedo Sunday

Mutual Jack-Off From A Distance
By Eric King

Driving down the road in a hurry not to go anywhere, I spied two guys carrying their surfboards heading to the beach. Neither was wearing a shirt, which captured my immediate attention.

Quickly I made a U-turn to catch another glimpse. Both looked in their late teens. I parked ahead of them and watched in my mirrors as they left the road and headed for the dune track. Locking the car door, I almost had to run to ensure I reached the track first. I waited at the top of the dune and watched as the two guys headed toward me. Coastal trees blocked their view of me but I watched their approach.

I positioned myself on the right-hand side of the track to get an uninterrupted view of both bodies when they would pass me. The one closest to me looked the best. He was the older and had free flowing sandy blonde hair, which hung past his bronzed shoulders. The other guy was ordinary in comparison and so my attention stayed with the closest one.

When they were five metres away from me I turned and pretended to walk in the opposite direction to them. Only wearing his boardshorts, my eyes were fixed upon his groin. My concentration was directed at the small area between his navel and the lump in his pelvic area. I stared as I walked past. His skin was boyishly smooth and his shorts were worn so low I could see several single strands of pubic hair protruding. My cock flexed. I don’t know if he was looking at my eyes as we passed but I wasn’t taking my eyes off this area for anything. The arrowhead of his pelvis directed me to a smallish lump in his shorts. His sheer beauty flabbergasted me.

As we passed I turned and watched my bronzed god continue his walking. The cleavage of his butt was obvious. His shorts hung so low, the top of his arse was begging my tongue to secure a better look and taste.

The two guys trudged through the soft sand heading towards a mown area of turf where the gang of surfers hung out before taking to the sea. There was a car park behind this area, so I raced back to my car and drove to the area, only 200 metres further on. I parked, alighted and headed towards the grassy dunes for a better look. Scanning the beach I couldn’t locate my boy until finally I spotted him: still in the mown area, waiting with his surfboard under his arm. He was by himself. His mate scurried down a track and soon joined him. With that the boy laid his board on the ground and took off up the track.

I knew there was a change-area, showers and toilet block there, so I followed in pursuit. He must’ve stopped along the way because I arrived inside to make acquaintances with no one. I was about to leave when I heard footsteps coming. I stepped up to the long trough and withdrew my semi-erect weapon. Turning my head towards the entry I saw the blonde enter. He smiled as our eyes met.

He looked inside the two stalls but then made his way to the other end of the trough. Directing his stance towards the corner, I listened as I heard his button pop and the Velcro torn open. I looked toward him. His boardshorts were open with both hands fidgeting around the only thing I wanted to see, but it was out of my sight. The back of his opened shorts fell down, revealing the sweetest set of white rounded cheeks. The tan line was rich and easily recognizable where his shorts were worn.

I could feel my own cock harden to full mast so I gave it an encouraging rub. Fixed on his naked butt I glanced up knowing his head had moved. He was looking over his shoulder directly at me. I smiled again. He returned the smile. His pearly white teeth could just be seen between his full, softened pink lips. He looked away. I watched as he closed his fly, covering his naked cheeks.

As he turned towards me he reopened his fly and closed it again. I watched in earnest. He wasn’t wearing any underclothing or swimwear under his boardies. Only a smithering of pubic hair covered his prized possession. How I wanted to take a better look inside. As he straightened his shorts he looked up at me and again smiled.

“Ready to attack the surf now?” I said trying to break the silence.

“Yeah!” came a muffled reply.

He left. It was difficult, but I managed to stuff my hard log in my trousers and left too. I headed back to the grassy knoll where I could view my young man take to the water.

Before he reached the water he looked back, as if he was looking for someone, hopefully me. He spotted me before hitting the water with his board. He looked away, dived under a wave then began paddling. I stayed on the knoll, watching.

After he rode his first wave, he looked shoreward. Seeing that I was still watching him, he regained his surfboard and paddled back out to sea. Following his third wave I made my way to the car and retrieved my binoculars. Now I could more easily follow the man’s progress. He was a good surfer, still learning but pretty good, considering the size of the waves, I thought.

Within half an hour the boy caught his final wave to shore. He walked past me and gave me a cheeky grin. Laying his board on the sand beside some others he scampered off towards the amenity block, obviously with me following.

As I entered I heard a shower running. It was obvious what I was doing but trying to make it less obvious, I made a beeline for the stalls, which were directly opposite the open showers, not looking at the lad rinsing off under the shower.

The stall door was only shoulder height, making it easy to view him. But also it was equally easy for him to see me looking. I dropped my trousers and half sat on the bowl. I used the hinged edge of the door crack to spy through. He was standing back on to the shower seemingly staring at me watching him.

He half turned. I watched as he opened his fly. His naked butt immediately was in full view. He opened wide his fly allowing his small cock to become exposed. I started stroking myself as I watched. He looked around to my closed door. I stood to get a better view over my door. Right now I didn’t worry about him seeing me look; he knew I was watching. All I had to worry about was another customer using the amenities.

It didn’t take long but soon he was facing me. He opened his fly wide before letting go of his grip, allowing his soaked shorts to hit the floor. His body was a testament to youth in perfection. His cock hung lower than his ball sac and scant pubes washed either side of its base. He pretended not to notice me standing in front of him.

Slowly his cock started to stiffen. He used both hands to give it a really good wash. With every rub it stood more erect. Soon it was at its peak: about five inches of good solid meat waiting to be sucked on. At least I thought so anyway. His knob was slightly smaller than the shaft. His pinkish head started pulsating as he ran his fist around his balls.

I watched as one hand stroked his own butt and the other made a loose fist around his shaft. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. I was stiffer than he was and he was at his youthful peak. I opened my door slightly, allowing him to see inside. There I stood: trousers and boxers on the floor, my t-shirt lifted around my neck and my solid six-incher pointed directly at the ceiling towards him. As I began to seriously masturbate, he too began.

Neither of us made an attempt to leave our safe haven, fearing one might leave, especially if I approached him. Instead he stepped out of the shower flow and together we masturbated. It was joyous to watch him beat his meat in front of me. I watched as his breathing shortened and soon drop his load on the dry cement. Mine followed directly after.

He quickly donned his shorts, turned off the shower and proceeded to leave. I dressed and was about to leave when he returned.

He smiled that infectious smile again.

“The name’s Jody. Are you gonna be here tomorrow?” he asked, grabbing a handful of my basket.

I nodded.

“Great! See you then!”

He left.