Surf Stud Initiation

Everything was perfect. It was like I wanted to get frozen in time,
caught in golden amber like a prehistoric insect. I couldn’t imagine ever
experiencing something as incredible, as bizarre or as hot as this.
Randy’s balls were smacking against me as he pistoned in and out of my
hungry asshole. Every thrust inside was magical, his long pecker finding
just the right spot inside that sent me over the moon with pleasure.
Scott’s talented mouth was taking in as much of my cock as it could.

His tongue slurped and slobbered around it, coating me with his hot saliva.
I continued to work Bryan’s dick with my own mouth and tongue, swirling
my lips around his flared glands to give him as much ecstasy as I could.
When I opened my eyes all I saw were the surfers. The sun, the sky,
nothing else registered…only their hard ropes of muscle beneath dark
tanned skin, their shaved bodies and their big jock dicks using me for
their pleasure.

The big black fucker started going faster and faster. I could tell he
was getting ready to shoot his wad. The blond stud on top of me also sped
up, fucking my mouth with horny desperation. Scott increased the
intensity of his blowjob, sensing his buddies’ imminent explosions and
wanting to keep pace. Through the fever haze of my sex-trance I saw him
grab his cock and start jerking it too.

Now we were all headed for the point of no return, like riding a wave and
knowing it’s too late to back out.

Overwhelmed with stimulation, my orgasm roared through me like a giant
swell, crashing down into my body with a burst of power and glory. Scott
lifted off of me in time to watch the geyser of my cum spurt up into the
air. I screamed against Bryan’s dick in my mouth as the pleasure flooded
through me.

The blond ripper got up, pulling out of me and starting to furiously
pound his meat. My jizz-burst splattered back down onto me, a big wet
slimy clear-white puddle.

The surfers growled in bliss as the watched me writhing on the sand
beneath them. Randy’s breath sped up so fast he might have been
hyperventilating.

“I’m cumming, dudes!” he said as he yanked his cock out of me and aimed
it at my chest. “Look out!”

With the force of a torpedo Randy’s load shot out of his long dick and
splashed onto my chest. It joined with my own puddle of cum, making the
pool of love-cream even deeper. The ripper let out a guttural roar of
carnal ecstasy.

Bryan was next. The blond hunk pumped his cock in his fist and then
suddenly he was squirting out ropes of sticky jizz. It splattered down to
join the rest of the cum on me. He came silently, with only the quivering
of his body to mark the pleasure he was feeling inside.

Last but not least, the long-haired cocksucker let loose his own load.
His cum was almost as clear as water, as if he was shooting lube-juice
instead of the real thing. A huge smile broke out on his face and he let
out a long moan of passion and release.

Covered with hot surfer cum, I lay there staring up at the surf cult.
After they had recovered from their orgasms, Bryan and Scott looked at
Randy.

“You know what’s next, dudes.” he said.

My life flashed before my eyes. For a second, I thought I was a goner,
that now that they’d gotten their rocks off they were gonna finish the job
they started…punishing me for invading their turf. I didn’t know what
was going to happen, but I certainly didn’t expect what did.

The three men hunkered down and started dumping hand-fulls of sand onto
my chest. Too stunned to protest or even say anything, I just watched as
they ground the hard particles into the pools of man-cream on my pecs and
abs, mixing it all up into a slimy, gritty muck.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, as the incredible
juxtaposition of sensations engulfed my chest. The combination of the
sticky cum and rough sand trapped between their hands and my skin was
incredible.

Then they threw their heads back and howled at the sky, baying and
screaming like wild animals or natives in a jungle. It was a primal,
powerful moment, to be lying there in the center of those electrifying men
while they acted out some pagan ritual.

When they were done screaming, the got to their feet and pulled me up to
stand with them.

“What’s…what’s happening?” I said. Randy smiled at me and took my hand
in his.
“You’re one of us now,” he said. “Welcome to the cult.”
Scott and Bryan clapped me on the back, laughing at my amazed expression.
“But…” I started.

“Yeah, you did invade our turf,” Bryan interrupted. “But you’re a damn
good surfer. You had that wave tamed, the only reason you fell is ’cause
we freaked you so badly.”

“We want you.” Scott said simply. “You’re hot.”
“So are you guys,” I said, still not believing it. “So are you guys.”
“Initiation’s over,” Randy said. “You’re a ripper now.”

My heart soared. The sound of the waves was loud in my ears as the three
men embraced me, hugging me fiercely, bringing me into their sacred inner
circle.

Now I was one of them, and knew I would defend our territory as viciously
as they did. Especially if some hot surfer boy found his way into our
forbidden waters.

My dick was starting to get hard again. Seeing it grow before their
eyes, my buddies grinned at each other.

Soon enough I was lost in the embrace of the cult again, and with the
sand under me, the sun on top of me, and the sound of the waves forever in
my ears, I knew there was nowhere I’d rather be.