One Hot Surfer

Zach and Toby are taking a European surfing trip to help Zach get over his break-up with his girlfriend. The fact that Toby is gay has never stopped them being best buddies - until Zach is forced to confront his true feelings for Toby on one explosive hot summer's night.

Advisory: This short story (3100 words) contains graphic descriptions of oral sex between two hot surfer dudes. Not suitable for under-18s.

Extract

Zach didn't know what time it was when he crept back to the camper. The bar had been full of pretty girls and he'd flirted with them and drunk beer after beer, but none of it had done anything to fill the hungry emptiness inside him. There was one hot Spanish student who'd made it more than clear he was welcome to share her tent for the night, but he'd ended the conversation early and left. There was something he had to do.

The van was in darkness and Toby was snoring contentedly in his bunk. The evening was hot, and Zach stripped down to his shorts and lay on his bunk, propped up on his elbow, looking across at Toby.

Zach smiled at the memories of all the times they'd been away at summer camp and he'd ragged Toby about his snoring and his ability to crash out and fall fast asleep anywhere, like a puppy.

The moonlight beamed through the open window and illuminated Toby's face and his bare arm. He looked like a silver god in the light.

Zach couldn't help himself. Emboldened by the beer inside him, he leaned over from his own bunk and stroked Toby's outstretched arm. Then he uncurled his buddy's closed fingers and gently kissed the warm palm of his hand.

There was no mistaking his reaction: his dick was twitching and starting to harden, and this time he didn't want to fight it.

Toby opened his eyes sleepily.

"What's happening?"

"Tobes, I gotta talk to you. It's important."

Toby struggled to consciousness, confused by the fact that his best buddy was stroking his palm while sporting one of the hugest erections he had ever seen, making a massive tent in the front of his shorts.

He registered the naked hunger in Zach's eyes and his expression turned to anger.

"Dude, I can't believe you sometimes. You've had a few beers and you didn't get lucky tonight, so you've come back to the van thinking I might just blow you or jerk you off because that's what I do with guys. I thought we were friends. Fuck you if that's all you think of me."

The pain in his eyes was more than Zach could bear. He threw himself down on the other bunk, pinning Toby down.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't know what's going on between us at the moment," he said. "I can't get you out of my head, man, I've been jerking off thinking about you. I'm fucking obsessed by you. I couldn't even admit it to myself until now."

Had he just said those words? They hung in the air between them like an unexploded bomb.