3. Chapter 3
The next few days passed in a blur. Each day, Mark left his lessons with Bodhi hard and aching.
The mysterious person who wanted to blow him never made a move. According to Bodhi, they were waiting for the lessons to finish.
So every day ended with Mark in the showers, furiously jerking off, picturing one of the hot girls from the beach sucking his cock - and coming with Bodhi’s phantom hands all over his body.
It was driving him mad. Thank fuck today was his last lesson. Mark was looking forward to the incredible relief he’d feel when all his hard work paid off. The hardest thing, besides his cock, was going to be not coming instantly in the girl’s mouth.
“Alright bro! Time to put all your hard work to the test!” Bodhi said, smiling wide as he always did when Mark showed up for another day of lessons. “I want you to do exactly as we practiced.”
Thanks to Bodhi, Mark was no longer a beginner. Days of focused lessons had built up Mark’s confidence. It was time to show off all the tricks he’d learned. Easy.
And this time he meant it. It wasn’t just bravado. Bodhi was a great teacher.
Out on the water, Mark was in control. The wind caught his sail and he leaned back, enjoying the ride. Bodhi watched from a distance on a stand-up paddleboard.
He could understand why Bodhi was always so eager for an excuse to get on the water.
As he steered himself further away from shore, Mark could feel Bodhi’s hands on him, moving his body, gripping his hips.
Was Mark in control? Or was it the phantom Bodhi at his back? All Mark had to do was relax into those strong, confident arms and he was gone. Free. Like he’d never been before.
And now Mark was hard. Fuck. And the tight red swim shorts were doing nothing to hide it. He couldn’t go back like this.
But maybe…
It was just him and the ocean. Everyone else was too far away to see. He’d be quick.
He’d unlaced his shorts and whipped out his dick before he could second-guess himself. The relief at the first stroke was even better than he’d imagined. Fuck, could he get in trouble for this?
All the freedom had gone to his head… or his dick.
Mark let the sail fall flat on the water with a smack. Bodhi’s lessons had paid off - he stayed standing.
God. Was this what it would be like?
Hands on his thighs for balance. A warm mouth sucking him down. The hands moving to his hips, instinctively helping him stabilize the board. Big, warm hands squeezing him tight-
He was so focused on staying upright while stroking himself to completion that he didn’t hear Bodhi until it was too late.
“You okay bro? Why’d you drop- oh!”
“Ah!” Mark almost fell off the board while trying to cover his dick. “Bodhi!”
Bodhi was going to give Mark so much shit for this. He had to think Mark was pathetic to-
“Damn bro! You’re hung!”
Right. What was Mark thinking? Bodhi was cool. This was practically his idea.
“I’m not that big,” Mark rolled his eyes. Bodhi was exaggerating. Or being nice. As always.
“Nah man. Don’t believe me? Let me have a closer look.”
Without thinking, Mark turned his body towards Bodhi, gripping the base with one hand to better display it.
Bodhi was on a stand-up paddleboard, but was sitting for some reason, legs in the water. He got so close his knee bumped against the edge of Mark’s board.
Mark braced himself to be roasted. Even though Bodhi had proven for days that it wasn’t his style.
“Damn. I knew it. That looks good enough to eat.”
But that didn’t mean Bodhi was above gay jokes.
“Fuck off,” Mark said.
He didn’t want to think about Bodhi and getting his dick sucked at the same time. Not when he needed to come so badly.
“Bet you wish I was one of the lifeguards,” Bodhi said with a knowing smirk.
Of course Mark did. Some of the hottest chicks on the beach were lifeguards. Tight, toned bodies. All that muscle put to one use - staying balanced on the board and sucking Mark off.
Fuck. He did not need that image right now.
Mark couldn’t stop himself. He had to keep stroking his dick. He’d just ignore the fact that it was pointed right at Bodhi.
“Although,” Bodhi looked down the beach. They’d drifted out of view around a spit of rocks. “I see you found my secret blowjob spot. Anyone could blow you and no one would know,” Bodhi said, staring hard at Mark’s dick.
“You offering, bro?” Mark said.
He meant it as a joke.
It was obviously a joke!
But Bodhi got oddly intense. “Ha! Get over here and we’ll see.”
University-Mark would be the first to back down and put his dick away.
But not beach-Mark. Beach-Mark would call that bluff. Beach-Mark was tired of jerking off in the shower. He wanted a taste of what he was promised - coming while standing on a board in the middle of the ocean.
So Mark stepped onto Bodhi’s board. It only wobbled a little.
Between the strap connecting Mark to his board and Bodhi holding it steady right next to them, there was no need to worry about it floating off. Although the second Mark looked down and saw Bodhi, legs spread, leaning forward, his board was the last thing on his mind.
He expected Bodhi to laugh and back off.
Not lean in.
This was the most insane game of chicken of Mark’s life. Lips a hair’s breadth away - Mark could feel the warmth! - Bodhi looked up at Mark through his lashes.
Fuck me, Mark thought.
“Maybe later,” Bodhi said.
Oh shit, he said that out loud.
“But first I’m going to eat this delicious cock right up,” Bodhi said.
“But you’re straight!” Mark said, voice cracking when Bodhi’s tongue pressed against the tip. “You’re not gay.”
Bodhi groaned, licking the tip like it was a delicious lollipop.
“Homophobic much?”
Mark sputtered.
Frozen. He didn’t know what to do! Bodhi had flipped the script.
Bodhi licked Mark’s cock again, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Like he was daring Mark to back down.
Bodhi sealed his lips around the tip and sucked.
Mark’s footing slipped. The board rocked. He braced himself on Bodhi’s wide shoulders.
“But I’m straight?” Mark said. What was supposed to be a statement came out as a question.
Bodhi hummed, taking Mark deeper.
Because Mark was straight, right? Then why wasn’t he launching himself off the board and swimming back to shore? Why was he frozen, watching the bronze god of the beach swallow more and more of his cock?
“Jesus,” Mark gasped.
Any second now Bodhi would laugh at Mark and call him gay, right? This was all a joke at Mark’s expense, right!?
If one of Mark’s friends had done this, they absolutely would have. But Bodhi wasn’t like Mark’s friends.
“Told you I’ve always wanted a blowjob like this.”
Mark needed to tell Bodhi to stop. There’d been a misunderstanding. Mark was straight. They couldn’t do this.
“Never deepthroated anyone before. Bet I could with your cock. It’s so perfect.”
Bodhi dove forward without another word. Like he couldn’t help himself. Like Mark’s cock tasted so good he had to have more. Like Mark was irresistible.
All thought of telling Bodhi to stop flew out the window.
Bodhi’s hands squeezed Mark’s ass, roughly massaging it and pulling Mark in.
Bodhi was the one in control but… Mark had never felt so powerful. Having a large, ripped, handsome man worshiping his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
Mark’s cock hit the back of Bodhi’s throat.
Oh fuck, oh Jesus, oh God.
“Fuck, this is harder than it looks,” Bodhi pulled off to gasp. “Gotta keep practicing.”
Mark had never had another man - one who should be above him - so happy and willing to serve him like this. Bodhi bobbed his head and sucked and moaned like he meant it. He well and truly wanted to deepthroat Mark.
The days spent jerking off in the shower with Bodhi’s phantom hands on him had trained his body to respond only one way to Bodhi - and that was to come.
Mark’s knees buckled.
Bodhi gripped him tight and steadied the board.
But it wasn’t enough. Mark was going to come. In a man’s mouth. In Bodhi’s mouth! He couldn’t- It was impossible-
Mark panicked and tried to pull away. Bodhi gripped Mark’s ass harder and pulled him in.
The board tipped.
Bodhi’s back hit the water with a splash.
Mark’s cock breached the back of Bodhi’s throat and-
“Bodhi!” Mark cried and plunged into the water.
Mark was coming. Oh fuck, he was coming so hard. Deep in Bodhi’s throat. That was a man’s throat he was dumping his load into!
Completely submerged, Bodhi didn’t stop. He gripped Mark’s ass tight and swallowed it all down.
Mark flailed, pushing his head above water, gasping for air. Crying out - completely uninhibited.
Bodhi was crazy! Why was he-
With one final swallow - so intense it made Mark’s whole body flinch - Bodhi released Mark and came up for air, gasping and - laughing!?
“Holy shit bro!” Mark’s friend always laughed at him, how could Bodhi-! “That was amazing! Was it good for you? Ha! Who am I kidding, you came so fucking hard. Fuck! That was perfect.”
Bodhi spoke a mile a minute, hyper in a way Mark had never seen him before. Carefree and happy and excited.
Hadn’t Mark screwed up? Hadn’t he ruined it all by falling off the board and coming?
Before Mark could say anything, Bodhi continued, “Shit, we gotta head back. We’ve drifted too far.”
Mark quietly tied up his shorts and climbed onto his board. But his legs were jelly and he collapsed to his knees.
Bodhi slapped Mark’s ass like he’d been presenting it.
“Hey!”
“Damn that’s one fine ass. I knew it looked good - love those tight red shorts - but it felt damn fine. How many more days do I have you again?” Bodhi asked again.
“Three more,” Mark said without thinking.
Today was supposed to be their last day of ‘refresher classes’, but Mark had been planning to stay for another three. And if he didn’t land a chick by then? Well, he could always extend his stay in the hostel.
This wasn’t the sort of story he’d meant to brag about to his friends, but… He’d tell them the hottest windsurfing instructor on the beach had blown him on a board. He’d tell them his cock had tasted so good that every drop of cum had been swallowed - and he’d been asked for more.
…He’d just fail to mention that the instructor was a gay man.