Surfer dude gets his

                      Author : Sean zebratiger@linknet.net

17-year old Cody Phillips was bummed when he found out his parents would be taking a 6 week trip to Europe, and they wouldn’t be taking him along. He moped around for a couple of days before he realized what it meant: complete freedom! Yeah! Nobody telling him what to do all the time. He could have his buds over whenever he liked and he could surf all Summer long with no hassles.

The weekend they were to leave, Cody was in high spirits. He had just gotten back from the beach one afternoon when his parents called him into the den.

“Cody, we’ve thought about leaving you here alone,” his father began.

“Oh, no prob, Dad,” Cody said. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Well,” Mr. Phillips replied. “We were  worried, but not now. Your cousin John is moving out here to go to UCLA in the Fall, and he’s going to be staying here while we’re gone.”

“Huh? But Dad ...”

“It’s a perfect arrangement,” his mother said. “John needs time to get settled and you boys get along so well ...”

“But, Mom ...” Cody said. “John isn’t even my real cousin.”

“He’s Matthew’s son,” Mr. Phillips said. “And we’ve always treated him like family.” Matthew had been Cody’s dad’s best friend in high school and college. Cody could see he was getting nowhere.

“Great,” he said, downcast. “When does he get here?”

“Tomorrow night. He can have the guest room,” his mother said. “Don’t be upset, Cody. It’s not that we don’t trust you  it’s just that everything just came together. You’ll like having John here. You’ll see.”

“Yeah, sure,” the boy answered glumly, then went to his room to play computer games. What a bummer. He had visited with John and his family a number of times, in Illinois. John was four years older than he was. They had always gotten along before, but John had never been “in charge” before. Maybe it would be cool, maybe not. He still felt pretty bad that his parents didn’t trust him to stay by himself. What a load of crap!

John didn’t recognize Cody at first. The last time he had seen his “cousin” was a year ago, and Cody had grown half a foot. It was Cody who recognized John first: he hadn’t changed much. John was tall, about six feet, and broad shouldered. His muscular frame filled out his t-shirt and jeans well. John looked around and saw this skinny kid grinning and waving. It was Cody. He pushed his way through the airport crowd.

“Hi, Cody,” John said. “So you’re the welcoming committee?”“I guess,” Cody shrugged. Cody was almost as tall as him, John thought, and not quite so skinny as he used to be. He was wearing bright yellow surf trunks and a blue OP tank top, and mirror shades. Washed-out blond hair just touched his shoulders, tanned a deep brown.

“Almost didn’t recognize you,” he said. Cody grinned.

“I recognized you,” he said. “Just as dorky as ever!” He laughed when John faked a punch to his stomach. “Lets get your stuff. I’m in a fire zone.”

“Great,” John said. They went and picked up John’s luggage, then walked out of the terminal to Cody’s jeep. There was a ticket on it.

“Looks like you got a ticket,” John said, putting his luggage in the back of the jeep. There was a surfboard in the way.

“No problem,” Cody said, jamming the parking ticket into the glove box, along with the other five or six he had gotten this year. “Hey, don’t ding my board!”

Cody’s parents left the next day. Cody decided to just go on with life as though John wasn’t there, which worked out for about a week, because John was gone most of the day, doing interviews. Cody’s parents had given him money for the time they would be away, even though the bill and grocery money had been left with John. Cody worked three days a week at a burger place. He spent most of the rest of the time at the beach. At first, everything seemed cool.

“Code,” John said, one evening, as Cody came in from waxing his board. “This place is really starting to look terrible. You mind picking up a little, while I’m gone.” Cody shrugged.

“Guess not,” he said, a little insolently.

“I start a job on Monday, at the bank,” John said. “I won’t have time to pick up after you and me. You’re going to have to do your share.”

“ ‘K,” Cody answered, flashing John a “hot dog” and a grin. “Gotcha.”

Two weeks later, Cody came in, late, barefoot in his short wet suit. He was on his way to his room when John stopped him.

“Code,” John said. “I thought you were going to do your share around here?”

“Whatever,” Cody replied. John grinned back at him.

“Keep it up, Cody,” he said, in a mock-menacing tone. “and you’re going to get it.”

“Get what?” Cody shot back. John, laughing, jumped up from the couch and tackled him. They tumbled onto the floor together, both giggling like idiots.

“Got a lot stronger,” John managed, as we wrestled with Cody on the carpet.

“Too tough for you!” Cody growled, as he fought John’s attempts to pin him.

Cody and John had always wrestled each other when they were together, from the time Cody was about 6 and John 10. John usually won, too. They were enjoying this session as much as they had the earlier ones ... maybe more.

John was having the time of his life, wrestling with Cody in his tight-fitting neoprene suit. The rubber was still wet, and his hands slipped on it. He got his arm around Cody’s waist and managed to trap the younger boy’s left hand behind his back. They wound up with Cody over John’s lap, helpless. They were both gasping for air.

“Dude,” Cody panted. “No fair!”

“Still beat you, didn’t I?” John wheezed, in triumph. Cody still wriggled, but not very hard. He looked down at the curves of the boys ass through the tight neoprene. “Smart-ass!”

“C’mon, John,” Cody whined. “Don’t spank me!” It wasn’t the first time they had played out this little scenario, either. When they were kids, the loser of their wrestling matches had always received a spanking from the winner. Of course, the loser was usually Cody, but he never seemed to mind. Cody could feel his dick getting hard, rubbing against the neoprene of his wet suit.

“C’mon, John! I’m seventeen, now!”

“Seventeen?” John mocked him. “Then you get seventeen!”

“No! No!” Cody squealed. His buttocks tightened under the tight black rubber.

“Oh, yeah!” John gave Cody a hard smack, right in the center of his skinny butt. The rubber was pretty yielding, so he smacked Codys bottom harder the next time.

“Ow!” said Cody, who had not felt the first one much. The next few were different. “Ow! John, please! I’m sorry! Owww! Owww!”

John gave him seventeen powerful whacks. It really hadn’t hurt that much, through the wet suit, but the last couple had stung pretty good. He released Cody, who stood up, rubbing his butt. Cody grinned.

“Okay,” he said, meekly. “You won. I’ll be cool.”

“You better,” John said. “Or it will be a lot worse, next time!”

“Next time, I’ll win,” Cody said.

“Don’t bet on it!” John’s deep blue eyes flashed. Cody went to his room and locked the door. He peeled off his wet suit and turned around to look at his butt in the mirror. Damn, John hit hard! His butt was actually a little pink. If it hadn't been for the wet suit ... Cody grinned. His cock was hard, and he started to stroke it. The games he and John had played, a long time ago, came back to him. Seemed like they had always turned him on. But this was better!

Cody stroked harder and harder, until he couldn’t hold back. He groaned, and a solid stream of white jism spurted out of his dick and splashed all over his wet suit, crumpled on the floor. He looked down at the splattered white drops on the black neoprene. Good thing it would wipe off!

Maybe, Cody thought, this Summer had some promise after all ...

Cody kept up his end of things for a while, and there were no further complaints from John (or wrestling sessions). John was easy with Cody, and the two went to the beach together a few times and ate out at restaurants (John buying). They were getting along great, Cody thought, wistfully. Cody had a few close buds, but he was somewhat of a loner. He had dated girls a few times, but he really didn’t have much interest in them. He was really more into surfing than sex, even though he was aware of the way he felt sometimes, when he looked at a really hot dude. He never mentioned it, not even to his closest friends: he knew that if they really knew how he felt, he would be shunned by other surfers anywhere he went. It was kind of an unwritten law: fags don’t surf. So he pretended to eye the beach bunnies and made an occasional rude comment, just to keep up his standing among his buds.

For a week or so, Cody slacked off big time, around the house. It was his job to mow the lawn, and a couple of unusual showers (blame it on El Niño!) had turned the big green lawn into a mass of weeds. John had finally gotten a call from that nosy bitch on the corner, who was big in the civic association. He told Cody, in no uncertain terms, that he’d damn well better have the lawn mowed by the time John got home, the next day.

Cody worked the morning shift, flipping burgers. He got off at noon and headed for the beach.  There were some great curls, but he promised himself that he would quit at three, and mow the lawn. When his diver’s watch read three, Cody rode his last wave for the day. He ducked behind a dune to strip off his wet suit (it was a really hot day) and change into nylon shorts and a tank top. He loaded his gear into the jeep and was ready to leave when Jake and Dooley, two of his friends walked up.

“Got some bud and some brews, dude,” Dooley grinned.

“Uh, I gotta mow the lawn,” Cody said, weakly.

“Code, man,” Jake laughed. “Never knew you to turn down good weed! C’mon, don’t wuss out on us.”

“Well, just for a little while,” Cody agreed, and they walked towards a less popular area of the beach to hang out and catch a buzz.

“Oh, shit!” Cody said, glancing at his watch. It was five o’clock. “Oh, shit! I’m fucked!”

“S’matter, dude?” Dooley lay back against a dune. “Thought the folks were out of town or something ...”

“Yeah, but my cousin John isn’t. Man, he’s gonna kill me!” Cody said. “Look, dudes, if I don’t make it back ... like ever ...” He ran up the beach towards his jeep.

“Code’s too stressed these days. Know what I mean?” Dooley said.

“Yep. Definitely stressed.”

Cody made it home in 15 minutes, driving carefully. He felt his heart pounding as he turned the corner and saw, to his dread, the used Honda that John had bought a week ago, sitting in the drive. His balls tingled, partially from his buzz and partially from the adrenalin. Oh, wow. He was in for it.

“Uh, John,” Cody said, walking into the den. “About the lawn ... I’ll get on it right now. I got plenty of time before it gets dark and ...”

“Cody, my man ...” John said, getting up. “That was not the deal ... I told you what would happen ...” He was wearing sweats and a t shirt . He advanced on Cody, grinning.

“Uh, no, no ...” Cody protested, backing up. “C’mon. Be cool ...”

John grabbed Cody and they both fell, laughing to the floor. They tumbled around for several minutes. Cody struggled as hard as he could, but he was no match for John. John finally pinned him, on his back, straddling his hips. Cody could feel his cock swelling. He could see an obvious bulge through John’s lightweight sweats, as well.

“Okay, you win ...” Cody finally said, after struggling, in vain, to get out from under John.

“Time for you to take your medicine ...” John laughed. He got up and sat down on the low footstool, then motioned Cody over. “C’mon Cody. It’s the rules!”

Sheepishly, Cody got up and walked over to the stool. John grasped the boys left hand and pulled him over his lap. He positioned Cody so that his hands dug into the carpet and his toes barely touched. The teenager’s blond hair hung in his face. He grasped the waistband of Cody’s yellow nylon shorts and pulled them up tight, so that the thin material was taut across Cody’s little round ass. He felt Cody’s boner against his leg, which turned him on even more. This was going to be the best one yet!

“Hey, John,” Cody said, suddenly aware of the lack of protection that his wet suit had afforded him before. “Go easy, huh? I’ll mow the ...”

SMACK! John’s meaty palm caught Cody’s butt right across the center.

“Dude ...” he started to complain.

SMACK! John’s hand seared his left buttock. SMACK! Then the right. SMACK! Then the left again. Cody’s ass was on fire!

“Owwww! John! Please! I’ll be good! Please!”

But John continued to spank Cody’s ass until tears came to the boys eyes. It hurt like hell, but, at the same time Cody felt himself getting harder and harder. Every searing slap on his tortured bottom made his cock and balls tingle like crazy!

Finally, John paused. Cody started to get up, but John held him off-balance.

“Let’s see if you’ve really learned your lesson ...” John said. He tugged at the waistband of Cody’s shorts, pulling them to his knees.

“Oh, yes! I have! I really, truly, truly have!” Cody said, earnestly from his embarrassing position. “Please, John! My ass is on fire!”

John surveyed the damage he had inflicted on Cody’s tight round ass: it was a bright pink, with the finger-marks from a couple of extra-hard ones standing out a deeper red. His cock was hard as a rock, and he knew Cody was enjoying it because he could feel Cody’s, now free of his shorts, against his thigh. He ran one hand over Cody’s smooth butt, feeling the heat.

Then he smacked Cody’s bare bottom, hard.

“Owwww!” Cody howled, wriggling and kicking his feet. John continued to spank his bare butt until Cody was almost crying. Then he released his teenaged charge. Cody’s butt was now a dark crimson. Cody stood up, shorts around his knees, eyes red from tears. His surprisingly large cock stood straight out. He swiftly pulled up his shorts to cover it.

“That hurt, John,” he said, weakly, rubbing his ass. Then he ran into his room.

He was lying on the bed, shorts off, beating his meat as fast as he could, when the door opened. Had he forgotten to lock it?  Cody let go of his dick and sat up.

“Knew that’s what you were doing. Heard you the first time,” John said, slipping his shirt off to reveal a ripped, muscular chest. John’s boner stood out, tenting his gray warmups. John slipped them off, too. His cock was enormous. Cody’s mouth fell open. John slid onto the bed next to him.

“Just thought you might need some help,” He said, gripping Cody’s boner with the same hand that had just blistered Cody’s poor bottom. Cody lay back and let John jack him off. When he came, it went everywhere, and Cody thought he was going to pass out. Then, Cody eagerly returned the favor, watching, fascinated, as John’s dick sprayed over his muscular chest.

Later, after they had both cleaned up, John ordered pizza.

“So, how did you know?” Cody asked, shifting his still-sore butt on the kitchen stool.

“When we were kids, I thought it was just, you know, kid stuff,” John answered. “But after that first time I wrestled you and spanked you. Well, I knew you were enjoying it as much as I was.”

“No lie,” Cody said, through a thick slice of pepperoni. “Wow. I really enjoyed that last time. We got to do that again!” John laughed.

“I think we will. After all, I’ll be staying here the rest of the Summer. Your parents phoned, right before you got in: they’re taking another six weeks off to see England.”

“Cool!” Cody said. “But don’t be quite so hard on me next time, okay?” He grimaced and shifted his sore ass again.

“Who knows, Code,” John said. “Maybe you’ll win the next wrestling match.”

And, believe it or not, Cody did!