5. Chapter 5
Bodhi was treading water, one hand on the board, one wrapped around Mark, his legs kicking underneath them. One big kick sent his cock up - and it breached Mark’s hole.
“Bodhi!” Mark cried, high-pitched and shocked.
“Oh fuck, that was easy,” Bodhi said. “Gonna slide down my cock, bro? C’mon. Open up for me. I know you want to, the way you rubbed that tight ass against my cock.”
Had he? Oh fuck. He’d just meant to tease! And now his ass was on fire, split open while he clung to Bodhi. A large swell passed by them, and on the downward slope, Bodhi’s cock slid in deeper.
What was wrong with him?
Mark’s mouth was open. Panting. Gripping Bodhi tight. His body should be violently rejecting the intrusion. Why couldn’t he let go of Bodhi?
His body had betrayed him. His hips widened, his ass relaxed, and Bodhi slid in deeper. Like it was finally getting what it had been craving since the first day.
Ever since Bodhi had caught him, Mark’s body had decided any touching was good touching. It couldn’t get enough of Bodhi’s hands on him. He’d thought getting his cock sucked had gotten the strange craving out of his system. But it hadn’t.
Not even Bodhi’s cock in his ass felt like enough.
“I won’t fit!” Mark burst out. He was so full already. He couldn’t take more.
“I believe in you, bro.”
Words Bodhi had said to him countless times this past week.
And he’d always been proven right.
“Why?” Mark said, touching their foreheads together.
“Why am I fucking you? Cause you’re hot as hell, bro.”
“Not that- what? I am? Oh fuck,” Mark swallowed thickly, taking more of Bodhi inside him.
“Why do you believe in me?” Mark whispered.
“You jump at every challenge. You always try. You’re smart.
You just needed someone to believe in you and fuck, bro, it was so hot seeing you go from zero to one hundred.
” Bodhi kept swimming through the crystal-clear water, slowly sinking deeper into Mark.
“I may be a dumb surf bro, but I know people.”
“You’re not an idiot. You’re…”
Bodhi stood up.
“The fuck!” Mark cried and slid down, taking the final inch, ass flush against Bodhi.
“Fuuuck that’s the stuff.” Bodhi groaned. “See? Knew you could take me.”
“How!?” Mark cried.
“The way your body bent for me, always making space for me - just like your ass is now.”
“No you idiot! How are you standing!?”
Mark was completely out of the water now!
“The tide is extra low today. Lucky us.”
Mark had been so distracted by the cock in his ass, he hadn’t noticed waves breaking against the shallow rocks and sand. Fuck. Only now did he realize how dangerous what they’d been doing was. He’d never realized how exposed and shallow it was here.
And yet he didn’t care.
He should care! Mark always played it safe. University-Mark did, at least. But not beach-Mark. His cock ached with need. His ass burned, the pain only making him want more.
Bodhi released the board to grip Mark’s ass in both hands, letting the board drift with just the tether keeping it close.
“Fuck, I love this ass.” Bodhi said. His first thrusts were shallow, testing the waters. “Finally inside it. Been dreaming about this for days. Every time I touched you. Every time I corrected your posture.”
This bronze god, this man who everyone thirsted over, had his head thrown back and moaning in bliss. All because of Mark.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off. Thought all I’d get was listening to you jerking off in the stall next to you.”
Oh fuck. Bodhi had been there? Bodhi had heard him?
“Told myself I’d be happy just to suck your cock. Never thought you’d let me. And then you did - ah!”
Bodhi’s shallow thrusts got harder. How could it feel so good? It burned, yet it felt amazing. What was happening to him?
“I knew I had to have this ass, barely hidden by your gay red shorts. I wanted to pin you against the shower and fuck your brains out.”
Mark could picture it. Jerking off in the shower, head bowed, trying to imagine a girl sucking his cock with the memory of Bodhi’s hands on him.
Only for the real thing to slip into his stall, grab him and push him against the cool tiles.
Bodhi’s larger body would overpower him.
Bodhi would silence Mark’s protests with a hand around his mouth.
Bodhi’s cock would plunge into him and Bodhi would take and take and hold Mark close until-
Fuck just the idea almost made Mark come.
“Why didn’t you?” Mark asked again, voice almost a whine.
“And miss out on you grinding your ass on my cock? On you begging for it? On the satisfaction of you impaling yourself on my cock?”
Mark clung to Bodhi, the words washing over him. Had he done all that? He had, hadn’t he?
“But if that’s how you really want it,” Bodhi said, dark and hungry.
Bodhi pushed Mark off him, ignoring how Mark clung to him.
“Wait-” Mark said, but Bodhi effortlessly broke Mark’s grip.
“Wait!” Mark cried as Bodhi pulled his red shorts down around his thighs. Spun Mark around. Bent him over the board.
“What?” Bodhi said, impatience bleeding through. “You’ve got until I finish adding more lube, and then I’m fucking you hard and raw, like I promised.”
Mark gasped, his mind spinning.
Why was he telling Bodhi to wait? He’d wanted to ask something. What was it?
“My shorts are gay?” Mark blurted out.
He’d thought his friends were wrong. He’d thought his shorts would be a chick magnet.
“So gay, bro. Knew the second I saw you. I thought, there’s an uptight, gay little bro who needs his cock sucked and his ass wrecked.” The head of Bodhi’s cock pressed against Mark’s hole, slick and ready and waiting. “Was I wrong?”
“N-no.” Mark gasped out, gripping the edge of the board.
Bodhi’s freshly lubed cock slid in so easily, so fast, with almost no burn. Mark cried out and pressed back, taking all of Bodhi like it was nothing.
Another thrust. Followed by another hard one. Each one so easy. Mark’s ears rang with his own cries. He pushed back into Bodhi for more. Harder.
“You were so uptight,” Bodhi groaned. “Yet here you are. Trying to fuck my cock. No more teasing.” Bodhi bent over, hands all over Mark, enveloping Mark in his heat. “Gonna fuck you, just like you want it, huh?”
“Yes,” Mark whispered.
Bodhi slammed home hard.
“You want it?” Bodhi repeated.
“Yes!” Mark cried.
Bodhi’s heat was at Mark’s back, exactly as he’d been dreaming for days. Bodhi’s hands gripped him tight, showing Mark how to move and take it.
“Fuck yes,” Bodhi said, fucking into Mark with abandon. “Going to give it to you so hard. After teasing me all week, I can’t hold back.”
“I can take it,” Mark said, but they both knew that was a lie. Mark’s mouth was running away from him again.
“I believe in you, bro,” Bodhi said and hit something inside Mark that made him see stars.
Mark gripped the board and screamed so loud his voice cracked.
“Sound travels far over the water.” Bodhi silenced him, palm on Mark’s mouth, holding in the screams.
“Fuck you really want it, huh? Talk about zero to one hundred. Fuck I love it.” Bodhi growled. “Let it all out. No more holding back with me.”
Mark’s eyes rolled back, his muffled screams getting more and more desperate while Bodhi only went harder and faster.
“Like that don’t you? Gonna come for me? C’mon Mark. Never had someone want it this bad before. Fuck it’s so good. Gonna make you mine and fill you with my load. Again and again.”
Bodhi was out of control, pumping in and out of Mark so fast he could barely hang on.
Mark was so far gone he didn’t care how desperate the noises he was making were. He wanted it. He wanted it all. He wanted Bodhi. Not just for the week. Not just here on the beach. He wanted all of Bodhi. All the time. He didn’t want to give Bodhi up.
“Stay and I’ll fuck you in the showers. I’ll fuck you on the beach. I’ll have you bouncing in my lap while I lie back on my board.”
Yes, Mark screamed against Bodhi’s palm. Yes I want-!
Bodhi’s cock that sensitive spot dead on and Mark was coming, all over the board and himself while Bodhi pounded against that spot over and over.
“Fuck that’s hot. Gonna cum. Your ass is such a perfect fit. Take it. Fuck, take it. Here it comes. My load is going in deep, oh fuck. Fuck, fuck!
Bodhi plunged in, holding it. Body shivering above Mark as he came. As hot cum warmed Mark from the inside while Bodhi collapsed on Mark’s back, warming him from the outside.
Mark shivered and whined as Bodhi reached down and squeezed the last drop of cum out of him.
“Fuck bro,” Bodhi released Mark’s mouth, needing both hands on the board as it bobbed in the ocean.
Mark took a deep breath. The scent of Bodhi’s sunscreen filling his nose. He needed to memorize this moment. He never wanted to forget it.
The sea breeze on his face, the warm body at his back, the clear blue sky above him and the crystal clear water lapping at his thighs.
He could float away like this. Just keep floating and trust in Bodhi.
He’d never felt so free.