4. Chapter 4
So Mark paid for more lessons. Private lessons. Lessons that ended in the same hidden spot with Bodhi blowing him for a job well done.
It wasn’t like he was the one doing anything gay. Bodhi was the one doing the gay stuff. Mark didn’t touch Bodhi.
By the third day, Mark was even able to stay on the board while he came. Mark was a fast learner.
But now his week of beaching was coming to an end. Soon it’d be time for the long and lonely drive home.
He had enough real experience getting deepthroated while on a board to share detailed stories with his friends back home and rub it in their faces.
There was just one last thing he wanted to experience.
Mark looked out on the water as a large dude took one of the beach babes windsurfing. That’s what Mark wanted now. That looked hot.
He wondered how they would do it. Would she grind her ass back against her boyfriend’s rock-hard cock? Because he had to be hard while pressed up against her like that. Or would she reach back with one hand and stroke him through his shorts?
Mark eyed the usual crowd hanging around the rental hut. He’d slowly become friendly with them over the week. One of them was bound to say yes.
The only thing that made him hesitate was the wind speed. It was the fastest he’d seen. Should he risk it? Could he handle it and her at the same time or-
Mark’s daydreaming ended as the couple crashed spectacularly into the water.
That’d be extra painful with a boner. Fuck.
“It’s impossible,” Mark gave up with a huff.
Of course, that’s when Bodhi showed up.
“Giving up already? But I was going to be your wingman!”
“And look like an idiot? I know my limits.”
Big change from the start of the week where his mouth had written checks his ass couldn’t cash.
“Bet I could do it,” Bodhi said.
“I’m sure you’ve done it loads of times.”
“I haven’t! My life isn’t all sex all the time, you know,” Bodhi laughed, throwing an arm around Mark’s shoulders. “I don’t want to get fired! This is the best gig on Earth. I’d never risk it.”
Except he’d risked it with Mark.
“I still don’t understand how I was your first,” Mark said quietly so no one would overhear.
“I told you, I’m picky. And not everyone’s as adventurous as you.”
Mark snorted. Bodhi was always saying things like that. Things that were hard to believe. It made him think he’d tricked Bodhi somehow.
“Or maybe you’ve been afraid to try it and fail,” Mark said.
“What?” Bodhi laughed. “You don’t believe in me? I could totally do it if I put my mind to it.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
“Are you offering?”
“Only if you’re prepared to fail.”
“You’d sabotage me?” Bodhi gasped. “After everything I’ve done for you?”
“Lessons are over now. I don’t have to suck up to you,” Mark said, fighting a smile at successfully riling Bodhi up.
“No, you prefer it when I’m the one sucking you,” Bodhi growled. Or as close as a golden retriever could get to growling.
That didn’t stop Mark from blushing.
“You going to do it?” Mark said. “Or are you just making up excuses?”
“Only person I want to take for a ride is you.”
Mark only hesitated for a second. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”
“For real, bro?”
“It’s my last day. What have I got to lose? But I won’t make it easy for you!”
“I hope you don’t. You better make it as hard as possible. Real hard.”
Mark rolled his eyes at the innuendo. He’d become immune to it over the past week.
Moments later, on the water, Mark realized he might have made a mistake.
The two of them were on a beginner board. Bodhi had control. Mark’s back was flush with Bodhi’s chest. Mark had underestimated how close they’d be. How intimate.
Or maybe the reason his mouth had run away from him was because he’d secretly wanted to feel Bodhi at his back again. To lean into that safe warmth one last time.
“Always wanted to do this,” Bodhi said. “I’m lucky it’s you popping my cherry!”
Did Bodhi have to say it like that?
“Shut up, you’re so gay.”
“The gayest!” Bodhi said, as if Mark hadn’t just thoughtlessly insulted him.
Like being gay was a good thing.
Every time Mark thoughtlessly called Bodhi gay - because that’s what his friends always did to him - Bodhi took it as a positive. Mark was used to it being a negative. It was a mind-fuck.
If Bodhi wasn’t so genuinely upbeat and positive about everything, Mark would think it was on purpose.
“Why so tense? Relax back into me and let’s gooo!”
After a week of trusting Bodhi, Mark did it without hesitation. Bodhi was warm. Bodhi was safe.
A gust of wind hit them. For half a second Mark thought they were going to face plant. But then, together, they took control of the sail, leaned back together, and flew across the water at a speed Mark hadn’t thought was possible.
“We’re doing it! Holy shit, we’re doing it!” Mark said, laughing. Exhilarated.
“Fuck yeah bro!” Bodhi cried. “Good instincts! Told you we could do it. This is the best!”
Mark had never heard Bodhi so excited. And it was all because of Mark?
That wasn’t the only thing that was excited.
Bodhi was hard.
This wasn’t what Mark had planned when he’d promised to make it hard for Bodhi!
A few days ago, Mark would have freaked out and sent them both crashing into the water at full speed.
That was old Mark. Stuck-up university-Mark. Here there was only beach-Mark.
And beach-Mark was fearless. Beach-Mark had been getting blown every day by the most desirable man on the beach.
But was he fearless enough to do the obvious?
He’d said he’d make it hard. He’d meant the windsurfing. But this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
The first arch of his hips was awkward. He’d never tried to press his ass back against a dick before.
But once he got into it, once he gave complete control of the sail and board to Bodhi, he could focus on what was important - driving his ass back against that cock.
Settling it in the cleft of his ass and rocking against it like he was trying to jerk Bodhi off with his ass muscles alone.
Yet still, Bodhi didn’t lose focus. He kept them upright and sailing. Further and further down the shore.
“Fuck Mark,” Bodhi said, voice thick with… something Mark didn’t know the name of. “You’re so lucky I need both hands on the sail, or I’d be stroking you so hard through those tight red shorts until you’d come all over yourself.”
Mark gulped.
Oh shit.
He was hard too.
Panic flared, as it did every time he got hard around Bodhi. But after days of being blown, the feeling died fast. Replaced with a burning need for that mouth around his cock.
He knew exactly what Bodhi’s tone meant now. That was the sound of a man desperate to get his mouth around Mark’s cock.
The realization was even more intoxicating than their speed.
He needed that mouth on him. Now. And he knew just how to get it.
Something broke loose in Mark. Gave him the confidence to go all out. To feel that intimidating cock at his back and feel nothing but the thrill of teasing a man like Bodhi. No fear.
“You’re such a fucking tease, bro. Strutting around in your slutty red shorts. I’ve wanted to feel your ass against my cock so bad. Ever since I first got a feel.”
“So good it’ll make you lose control and drop us in the water?”
“You wish. Gonna have to try harder than this. You think I haven’t jerked off like this, wishing I had a tight little bro like you riding my cock?”
Mark shivered. He should be afraid. But in Bodhi’s arms, he felt fearless.
Fearless enough to let go of the sail and turn around in Bodhi’s arms. Giving Bodhi complete control.
Leaning his body against the stronger man’s.
Wrapping his arms around Bodhi’s waist, he stopped short of going below the belt.
Rubbing his cock against Bodhi, chasing his own pleasure, felt completely natural. Normal.
“Careful bro,” Bodhi said. Mark had never heard him sound so serious. “Or you’ll make me think I can do what I wanted since I first saw you - fuck you.”
Mark didn’t speak. He was afraid that if he did, he’d lose his nerve. Bodhi wasn’t going to scare him off. He was going to make Bodhi lose his balance and come. Just like Bodhi had done to him over and over.
This wasn’t gay. Bodhi was the one turned on by Mark. Not the other way around.
Mark reached for Bodhi’s pocket. He knew what Bodhi kept in there. Yesterday, for the first time while blowing Mark, Bodhi had pulled out a small bottle of lube, poured some into his palm, and stroked himself until he’d come. Hard. While eagerly swallowing every last drop of Mark’s cum.
Bodhi shifted on the board, turning them so they weren’t going as fast. Heading towards the sheltered area where Bodhi had sucked Mark’s cock the first time.
So Bodhi could make good on his threat and fuck Mark. Not going to happen. He’d make Bodhi come and fall before they got there.
With one hand, he popped the cap on the small bottle and undid the string on Bodhi’s board shorts.
“Still trying to make me lose control?” Bodhi laughed breathlessly. “Nothing short of my cock in your ass is going to cut it, bro.”
Bodhi underestimated how competitive Mark was. He didn’t know how far Mark would go. Once a challenge had been laid, Mark was determined to win.
Although even he surprised himself when his lubed-up hand closed around Bodhi’s shaft.
“You’re so big,” Mark said unthinkingly.
“Tying to butter me up now? Still not going to go easy on you when I get my hands on you,” Bodhi growled.
Mark should be scared. Bodhi wasn’t joking. Bodhi was going to fuck him for real. The idea should terrify him.
… but not now. Bodhi’s hands were busy. Mark could explore to his heart’s content. And explore he did. The shaft was so thick and hot. The tip was cut, leaving the head exposed and vulnerable to Mark’s curious hand.
Bodhi moaned. Low and deep.
“Gonna get on your knees and blow me?” Bodhi said.
Mark seriously considered it. Bodhi’s control hadn’t faltered where Mark’s would have. So maybe…? No, no what was he thinking? That’d be too gay.
“Fuck, you’re thinking about it aren’t you,” Bodhi said. “Fuck, Mark. I knew I was right about you.”
Huh?
Out of nowhere, Bodhi fell backward off the board. Mark followed, falling forward and into Bodhi’s arms, legs reflexively wrapping around Bodhi’s waist.
“Ha! Got you!” Mark laughed breathlessly.
“You sure about that little bro?” Bodhi said, lubed up cock sliding through the leg hole of Mark’s shorts and pressing against his hole.
“O-oh,” Mark gasped.
“Told you I was gonna fuck you if I got my hands on you,” Bodhi growled.