One day I was out looking for a place to stop and eat lunch. I always try to get away from the office to eat the lunch that I packed for myself. It helps me to get away from the hectic environment of my job.
I work in a cubicle in a room of 50 other cubicles. So many of the people eat lunch at their desks and never see the light of day. Me, I'd rather jump in the car and get out into the sun. I mean I live in southern California and the ocean is just a couple of miles away.
I graduated a year ago and landed this job in California. I moved out from the Midwest, so all of this is so new. I want to explore as much as I can. I enjoy the outdoors and have always hiked, backpacked, and some kayaked
I saw this parking lot near the ocean, so I pulled in there to enjoy the sun, the view and my lunch. While I was eating this surfer came up to his jeep carrying his surfboard. He stowed the board on the top of the jeep then opened the back.
He unzipped his wetsuit and rolled it down his body. It was not a full wet suit as his legs below the knees were not covered and it didn't cover his head. He took a towel and dried his hair and then his chest. He looked to be in his early 20's, dark brown hair with light salt bleached ends. His chest was smooth and his muscles were nicely defined.
I was captivated by his handsomeness. I have to confess that I am not very experienced sexually having only been with a couple of women. And one of them was when my roommate was having a go at his girl friend. I thought it was strange, exotic and erotic for the four of us to be on one king sized bed going at it.
I had found myself studying his body as much as the two women. I could see him sliding his cock in and out of her and it mesmerized me. I matched my pace with his until we had the girls moaning and we were shooting our loads.
So seeing this surfer brought all of that back to me. As I watched he pushed his wet suit down exposing the rest of him. He was naked under the wet suit!
He nonchalantly dried himself, pulled out some shorts to slide on and a t-shirt. He closed up the back of his car and moved around to the front. He climbed in, started the car and then drove off.
As I finished my lunch I kept seeing his naked ass. There was a fine dusting of hair across it that flowed on down to denser hair on his thighs and legs. I kept wondering what the front looked like!
Back at my desk, I went back to work, but the image kept popping up in my mind. That night I went onto my computer and googled naked surfers and came up with one site that kept my attention for the rest of the day. I was fascinated, turned on and totally zoned out. I was almost caught by a cube mate popping in.
That night as I sat down to eat dinner, I kept seeing the guy. I looked at more pictures online until I shot a load all over my boxers.
I had to go back the next day. I spotted his jeep and tried to move a bit closer to it this time. He came out at the same time as yesterday and went through the same ritual, only this time he was facing towards me and I had a nice view of his crotch. The dark brown hair framed a dick, which I knew had to have shriveled a bit from the cold water, but it still looked to be 3 inches long and a nice pair balls were up tight against it.
He took his time drying and again without any concern for his surroundings stood naked for a moment while he searched through his clothes to find his boxers which he slipped on, followed my shorts and a t-shirt.
After that I was lost in lust for the naked surfer. I day dreamed about him all during work and kept up a search for more and more pictures of naked men, especially surfers.
I went back every day to watch for him. A couple of days he wasn't there, but more often than not, he was there.
My surfing took me to gay sites and I saw men naked together and jerking off together. I became more and more interested in man to man sex. My work was suffering and I had to get it together but the more I surfed and the more I saw of him the hornier and more compulsive I got.
I was finally able to park right next to him. Again he didn't appear to notice me as I watched in my side view mirror as he undressed. He even walked naked back along his car to the front passenger seat to get something. He was now only a couple of feet away from me and totally naked.
My dick was so hard. I was rubbing it through my pants. And by the time he had finished dressing I had shot a load in my boxers just by rubbing my cock through my pants.
Each night at home, I would strip to my boxers and begin my search almost as soon as I was in the door. I found myself not having dinner until 8 or 9, if I had it at all.
I was surfing more and more gay sites (I love the term surfing!) and getting more and more excited by the vids, pics and stories I saw. I wanted to try man to man sex, but I only wanted to try it with "my" surfer.
It was during the third week of my voyeurism that I became bolder, walking by, or standing by my car while he stripped. I wore my sun glasses so he would not see that I was staring at him. Dumb me didn't even conceive of the idea that he would recognize the same guy ogling him over and over each day.
On Friday of that week, I parked, grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water and moved over near his jeep to take up my location. He came out, put his board away. He pulled his wet suit down below his navel allowing his treasure trail, as I had learned they were called, to show and lead the way down to his crotch.
But instead of pushing them down further, he turned and started walking towards me. Since I was only 6 or 8 feet away, it didn't take him long to get there. I was turning to run back to my car when I collided with 2 guys. I said excuse me and tried to get by them.
They laughed, grabbed my arms and pushed me back towards the surfer. I was spun around and held facing the surfer who was now only inches away from me. "So you like to see me naked?" he said with a smile on his face.
"I don't know, I mean, no, I, ah," stammered trying to look anywhere but at him.
His smile broadened and I saw a trace of dimples then as he said, "I think that turn around is only fair play." At first I had no clue what he meant, but he just stood there looking at me until it sank in.
"No, I can't, I mean, please, I need to get back, I am not," and I had no clue what to say.
"Let's see, this is your car here, isn't it?" he asked pointing to my car nearby.
I could only nod. If he knew me, then he had to know my car. "Open the trunk," he said.
I knew if I didn't walk over there that the two guys holding me would just drag me over there. I also figured that if I went willingly, this might go easier on me So I walked over to the car flanked by the two big guys and the surfer. At the car, I pulled my keys from my pocket and opened the trunk. It was empty, as I never kept anything in it, not even a pair of jumper cables.
"So go ahead, take your clothes off and put them in the trunk," the surfer said and crossed his arms across his chest. The smile was still there. I looked from him to the other two guys and then around the parking lot. Cars were coming and going as were people. I couldn't do this!
"Look, you either take off you clothes yourself or my friends here will help you." He continued to smile and look at me.
I looked at the guys on either side of me. They were smiling and nodding their heads. I thought, okay, I strip, they let me go, I get in the car, drive to some place I can get dressed and it will be all over.
I resigned myself to this. So I toed off my shoes, picked them up and put them in the trunk. I pulled off my socks then and was amazed how warm the blacktop was.
I kept expecting at any minute he would call it off and say they had had their fun, but they didn't. I undid my tie and took it off. I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled the tails out of my pants and then removed it. I folded it and put it in the trunk.
I pulled the tail of my t-shirt out of my pants and pulled it over my head.
I now stood there naked from the waist up. I looked at the three of them and they were just smiling. I undid my belt, the button and then the zipper. I was still expecting them to call it all off. Nothing was said, so I lowered my slacks and stepped out of them. I took them folded them and stacked them on top of the shirt.
I now stood in my old navy madras boxers. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around. Surely this was all that was needed.
"And the rest," the surfer said. "You have seen me naked quite a few times. I think it is only fare that you return the favor."
I looked around the parking lot, closed my eyes, turned my back to them and pushed the boxers down. I stepped out of them, folded them and placed them with the other clothes. I put my hands over my crotch and turned around.
They laughed and said, "What are you covering up?" The surfer said, "Hands on your head."
I hoped that the three of them would block me from the view of the other people in the parking lot. I put my hands on top of my head and felt the sweating trickling down from my pits. My dick had swollen just a bit and I hoped that it didn't get any bigger or harder.
"Turn around," the surfer said, "slowly." I closed my eyes and my ears burned with shame as I made a slow 360.
The surfer slammed the trunk closed, took the keys and tossed them to one of his friends. "Okay, follow me back to the jeep." I started to lower my hands to cover my crotch, when he said, "Keep you hands interlaced behind your head." He smiled, "Like a prisoner."
I followed them, keeping my eyes downcast, so I wouldn't make eye contact with anyone who might be nearby. When we got to the jeep, the surfer opened the back of his jeep, took out a towel and I was relieved that he was going to allow me to cover myself.
But he had other ideas, "Hold this up so I can change and not have to expose myself to anyone in the parking lot." I took the towel and held it out creating a curtain for him. But not so high that I couldn't look over it.
He looked me right in the eyes as he pushed his wet suit down and stepped out of it. He turned towards me and waggled his dick at me. "This what you like to see?" I could only swallow. He grabbed a towel and dried himself paying extra attention to his crotch. He took his dick and stretched it out and toweled it all around. Then he did his balls one at a time. Then he turned and dried his ass, bending over to show me his hole.
I looked down and realized that I was now almost completely hard. My face flushed red. I wanted to take the towel and cover myself with it. Instead I moved in closer to the towel, so my erection couldn't be seen.
The surfer pulled on his shorts and grabbed the towel from me. He looked down and saw my hardening cock. He laughed, reached down and gave it a squeeze. My knees almost gave out right then. It was the first time a man had ever had his hand on my cock. I went rigid with his touch and gave out a little moan. "You like that, bossman." He said bossman, like it was a dirty word.
I clenched my teeth not wanting to answer the question. He squeezed harder and said, "Do you?"
"Yes," I said through clinched teeth.
"I thought you did," he said and then grabbed on of my hands from behind my head and brought it over to his crotch. "And you like that, too, don't you bossman?" He pushed his groin into my hand.
"Yes," I said not able to deny the truth.
"Then we should have a fun time this weekend, bossman," he said and patted me on the shoulder. "You can lower you hands, but you may not ever cover your crotch." I dropped my hands and found that I was shaking, like I was cold, but it was from nerves. It felt like electric current was being applied to every part of my body.
I stood there naked and hard in this public parking lot waiting for them to decide what to do with me. I was sure his comment about `this weekend' was purely psychological, just to fuck with my mind.
"Okay, you can get in on the passenger side," he told me as he headed to the driver's side. "And I'll see you guys later at the party. Thanks for the help!" The two guys waved and headed away.
I got into the passenger seat and quickly closed the door. The seat was hot! He laughed and handed me a towel, "Sit on this." I put the towel on the seat, but would have rather put it over my lap. He laughed, "Don't think you are going to get to cover this up," he said as he pulled my cock down, released it to flip up and hit me in the stomach.
"Put on your seatbelt, unless you want us to get pulled over and you have to explain what you are doing riding around naked with a hard on." He laughed, "Probably arrest you for lewd behavior." He reached over and pushed my dick down once again and released it.
He pulled out of the parking place and then out of the parking lot. I kept looking around to see if anyone would be able to look in and see my like this. "So where do you work, bossman?" he asked as he shifted gears. He stayed in the far right lane and went just at the speed limit, which no one in California ever did.
"The name's Dean," I said and then continued, "And I would rather not tell you where I work." Not that I really had a lot of choices right now.
"I don't give a fuck, what your name is bossman," he said laughing. "By the way, my name is Paul." He looked at me and smiled.
"Okay, but I was going to let you call them and tell them you wouldn't be back this afternoon. Hate for you to get fired over this little deal." Little deal? Oh fuck, I had forgotten about work.
I told him where I worked and he laughed. He handed me a cell phone and told me to call in and tell them that something had come up and I wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
I took the phone and nervously dialed the number. It took me three tries to get the number right. Finally, it rang through. I left a voice mail for my supervisor.
"Good, now we can wait until Sunday night or Monday morning to decide if you get to go back then." He saw the look on my face and laughed. My whole body had clinched at that comment.
And as he put the phone back into his pocket, he said, "And now I have your work number!" Oh, fuck!
He laughed again and said, "And now, where do you live, bossman?"
I started to say I wouldn't give it to him, then I realized that he had my car keys and my wallet was in the trunk of the car, so he could find out any time he wanted. So I gave in and told him. While I was doing that I wondered when I was going to see my car again.
He stopped at a light and a SUV pulled up to his left. It was high enough that the people in the front could look in and see me. The woman on the passenger side poked the driver. He turned and looked at what she was pointing at, then the both laughed.
"Stroke your dick," Paul said out of the side of his mouth in a whisper I went red as I gripped my cock and stroked it a couple of times. Paul rolled down his window and said to the woman, who had her window down. "I am sorry, ma'am. My brother has this problem. I am trying to get his back to the home and every time I get clothes on him, he rips them off and starts doing that. I am sorry you had to witness this." I turned a darker shade of red, closed my eyes and wished it would all go away.
She laughed, the light turned green and they pulled away. "Why did you do that?" I asked as I reached up to wipe away the moisture in my eyes.
"Look bossman, you have come every day for the last couple of weeks to get a look at me naked. And you have gotten closer and closer every day so you could see more and more. I think you just need a little lesson it what it feels like to be looked at while you are naked and experience some humiliation for what you have done."
He laughed and said, "And if you are good, you might have some fun out of it as well."
He reached over and encircled my cock with his warm hand and squeezed again. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth. I wanted to get off and I wanted to get off right then! Fuck, he was driving me crazy. He removed his hand and I couldn't help myself I put my hand around it and started stroking.
"No, No, not yet," he said and swatted my hand away.
He drove on a ways and then pulled into a fast food place. When he got in to the drive through lane I said, "Please don't do this. I'll do whatever you want, but please not this!"
He laughed and said, "I know all the guys here and they will get a good laugh out of it." He ordered some food, didn't ask me what I wanted. I wanted to cover myself so much!
He kept looking at me to make sure I didn't put my hands over my crotch. When we got to the window the guy there said, "Whoa, dude, what's going on?"
"This is that pervert I was telling you about. They guy that comes over everyday at lunch time to watch me change." He laughed.
The guy at the window turned around and called out to the other workers. They all came over and looked at me. They pointed, jeered, "Pervert!' and laughed. I felt so humiliated. I wanted to shrink into the seat.
They gave Paul the bag of food and said it was for free because of the great entertainment. He laughed and patted me on the knee. "Thanks!"
He drove on a couple of blocks more. He turned down a side street until he pulled into a car wash, the type where you wash it yourself. I was looking around and not watching him, but I felt the bolt of pain rush from my nuts to my stomach. He had given my balls and flick of his hand. I bent over and held my nuts. "What the fuck was that for?" I screamed.
He laughed and said, "I didn't think you wanted to be washing the car with your dick all hard and all, bossman!"
"You're kidding, right?" I asked still holding my nuts but looking at him.
He put the car in neutral, turned off the car and opened the door. "I'm going to have my lunch while you wash the car, bossman." He fished around in his pocket and brought out a bunch of quarters. "Just be happy that I have the change and didn't make you go ask for change, next door at the gas station!" He handed me the quarters, grabbed his bag of food and got out of the jeep. He stood at the door and looked across at me.
"Look you get out and wash the car, right now, bossman, or I'll drive you over to the elementary school and dump you out in front of it." He continued to smile and there was no malice in his voice.
I unlatched the door and reluctantly got out. He closed his door as I closed mine. I looked around to see if I was in view of anyone and fortunately the cement dividing walls kept me pretty separate from the other cars.
I put the quarters in, set the switch and began to soap up the car. I wanted to get this over with! As I sprayed the back of the jeep, I heard a honk and a shout, "Nice ass!" I turned and saw a car driving away with a couple of guys hanging out the windows. Paul just laughed as I tried to move away from such an exposed area.
I had to go around the car twice, once to soap it up and once to rinse it. Three times cars drove by, honked and yelled at me. I was beginning to get hard again. I didn't know why it was affecting me so.
When I was finished, I was wet and sweating. Paul came up, opened the back of the jeep, grabbed a towel, tossed it to me and said, "Dry it."
I looked at him like he had to be kidding. "Get with it, bossman," he said as he put the last of his French fries in his mouth. I took the towel and tried to dry as fast as I could and to lean into the towel as much as I could. When I wasn't plastered against the car and drying the car, my dick would waggle back and forth as I dried. I had to do this with the lower sections of the car.
Paul just sat and laughed at me. When I was finished he had me walk around the jeep with him as he inspected it. He would point some dirt or water and I had to clean it with the towel.
He took the towel from me, handed me his bag of trash from his lunch. "Good job, bossman, now just throw away the trash and we are done!" I took the bag and turned to see where the trashcan was. It was at least 20 yards from the car, out by the vacuum centers. I was going to have to walk there and back and be totally exposed to anyone around. "Walk, don't run, bossman. We don't want you falling down."
I gulped, took the bag and held it as much as I could in front of me. I looked at the trash can and nothing else as I headed towards it. My dick was getting harder and harder as I walked to the trash can. Once I put it inside I turned around to walk back. I noticed this woman vacuuming her car a couple of spots down.
She laughed at me, held out her vacuum hose to me and said, "Looks like you could use a good suck!" I blushed and tried to speed walk back to the jeep. Paul was laughing his ass off when I got back to the car. I went to the passenger side, reached for the handle, but the door was locked.
I looked over the hood of the jeep at him. He was smiling. He said, "Looks like you are a little excited there, bossman. Why don't you work on that a bit?"
I looked around, I didn't see anyone, so I started stroking. I did want to cum so badly! "No, up here at the front of the jeep." Paul was now standing in front of the jeep.
I looked around as I moved up to the front. "Now lean back against the front and start stroking."
When I was in position, I noticed that he was taking pictures with his camera phone! Oh, Fuck! I stopped stroking and looked at him. "Please! Don't do that!" I begged.
He laughed, "Look, first of all this is just one of dozens I have taken so far and second, I have your work number here. I could call up get a fax number or an email address and these pictures would be all over your work. Do you want that, bossman?"
"No," I whispered.
"I didn't think so, bossman." He smiled at me, held up the camera and said, "Start stroking again." I pulled my dick a couple of times. Then my cock decided it liked it and wanted to finish it. I was lost then and began to pound my cock. The sexual tension had been building for an hour or so and I was desperate to get off, even if it was out here in this public place. I didn't care, just let me cum!
I was getting close. I had closed my eyes and felt that feeling draw near that signaled the climax when I heard, "Okay, you can stop now."
My eyes flew open and I looked at him with pleading eyes, "Please!" I begged again, but now for a totally different reason.
"Not yet, bossman. But I think you'll get to come some time over the weekend!" He laughed, pushed a button to unlock the passenger side. In a daze, I opened the door and climbed in.
He unzipped his short and opened them up. His cock and balls were on display. He took his dick in hand and started playing with it until it began to swell. I was mesmerized by his dick. "You want this, too, don't you, bossman?"
"Yes," I said with a dry mouth I did want it. He laughed closed up his shorts, started the car and drove off.
I rode in a fog then. My dick was aching and throbbing. It was demanding attention; something that I had always given it, no matter what. And the sight of his beautiful dick had my mouth watering. I couldn't believe this, but it was true I wanted it and I wanted it badly!
I came out of my daze as Paul pulled into a driveway of a house. He told me to get out and follow him. My dick was pointing the way for me. He squeezed it again, I moaned and he laughed.
At the front door, he rang the bell and I cringed. This wasn't his house?
The door opened and I could see a crowd of young people in the house. Paul pushed me in and said, "The entertainment is here!" Oh fuck! I thought I was going to have a heart attack!
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