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Chapter 9: The Surf Shop
"There you are!" Ryan said as he sat on one of the benches inside Park Plaza.
It was 12:15. I'd been texting him over the last half-hour, warning I'd be late, and then apologizing when that prediction came true. It turned out to be harder to find our pre-arranged meetup, particularly since we hadn't really discussed where that would be.
"Here I am," I said.
"What took you so long?"
"Well, first, I couldn't get away from my dad this morning," I said as we both started to walk out of the park toward the stores. "Long story. Also, I don't drive, remember?"
"Yeah, when do you think you'll fix that?"
"When I'm old enough to drive," I remarked. "I'm only 14."
"Right, right."
"Anyway, so there was my dad, there was the walk here, and then there's the fact that I've never been to the surf shop before, so I didn't know where to go once I got here."
"Ah, that's my fault, sorry. If I had known I would've suggested meeting up someplace more familiar for you. Or I could have just picked you up somewhere."
"Ah, well, next time," I said with a shrug.
"So what are you down for?" Ryan asked.
"You mentioned the surf shop, that sounds coold to me," I replied.
"Right over here," Ryan said, motioning to a store a few doors down from the one we were in front of.
"Welcome to the Surf Shop! What's up guys?" said a familiar voice when Ryan and I entered the store. Standing behind the store's only register in the middle of the building was Colin, better known to me as the guy in the green board shorts who gave Ryan a blowjob -- and gave me one hell of a secret show, if only for a moment.
"What's up, Colin?" Ryan said. "You remember Jamie?"
I put up my hand to wave hello. "What's up, Jamie?" Colin said back to me.
"How's it going, Colin?" I replied meekly.
"Eh, not too much," Colin responded. "It's kind of a slow day." He looked, to me, just as cute as he did on the beach. His green board shorts replaced with grey cargo shorts and a white pocket V-neck t-shirt; his brown wavy hair combed neater than it was that day at the beach. And for the first time, I noticed his killer brown eyes. I also had brown eyes, but he pulled them off way better than I ever could. In some ways, I was intimidated by his looks -- probably due to the fact that I knew he could get Ryan, and despite Ryan's moves on me the night before, I still wasn't too sure how far I could get with him.
"So what brings you two in today?" Colin asked.
"We're just looking," Ryan said. "Jamie's first time here."
"Well, welcome Jamie!" Colin said, turning his attention to me. "Anything in particular you guys are looking for?"
"Jamie here needs to get better beach gear," Ryan answered for me. I just kind of stood there, watching these two hunks talk, wondering when to interject -- not wanting to say something stupid and embarrass myself in front of a new person.
"Well, you've definitely come to the right place," Colin replied. "We've got pretty much everything."
Ryan turned to me. "They've got pretty much everything."
"So I've heard," I said. I looked around the room, glancing at the various items hanging on the racks and from the walls. T-shirts, tank tops, flip-flops, sunglasses, board shorts...everything you would expect to see at a surf shop. Everything except...
"Where are the surf boards?" I asked out of the blue.
"Made to order," Colin replied. "See those over there?" He pointed to two surf boards hanging in the back. "You choose either shape, and then we pull up different designs and colors on the computer. Place the order, and in a few weeks, boom! You've got your own custom board!"
"Interesting," I said.
"We don't do mass market boards here," Colin said. "You'll always get something unique, and we back our work. You surf?"
"Nope," I replied. "Never have."
Colin turned back to Ryan. "Where'd you find this guy?" he asked lightheartedly.
"Same school," Ryan said. "We have a class together. Math class."
"English class," I corrected him.
"Right, English class. I nearly knocked him in the head with my frisbee the other day and we've been hanging out since."
"Ah, that old trick," Colin said with a grin. Trick? I thought to myself.
Ryan shrugged off Colin's words. "So like I said, Jamie here needs some new threads. What would you recommend?"
"Come this way," Colin said, taking us to one side of the store. He walked up to a rack lined with board shorts and pulled out a pair of red ones in a size small. "Will these fit?"
"Yeah, I think so," I said, taking the shorts from him. I eyed them up and down. "I'm not sure about these though."
"Wrong size?"
"No, no, it's not that."
"Wrong color?"
"Well, maybe," I said.
"Would rather go naked?" Colin said with a laugh. I blushed. "No worries, dude. You're just picking something out for when you can't be in the buff."
"It was Jamie's first time at the north end yesterday," Ryan interjected.
"Really?" Colin said with a smile. "How was it?" he asked, turning back to me.
"Relaxing," I said.
"And stimulating," Ryan said with a grin. I blushed even harder.
"So yeah, maybe something else?" I said quickly, trying to change the topic.
"Alright, but hang on to those," Colin said. He walked up to another rack and rummaged through it. "How about these?" he asked, pulling out a turquoise pair of swim trunks that were a little shorter in the legs than the board shorts.
I eyed them up and down. We're getting a little warmer, I thought, but these still don't feel right to me. "I don't know," I said.
"Okay, hang on to those too," Colin said, looking around the store for something else. A few seconds later, the phone in the store rang. "Ah, gotta take this real quick guys," Colin said as he walked back to the register.
Ryan and I looked at each other. "Jamie, come over here a minute," he said, walking to the back corner of the store, the racks between us offering a buffer of privacy from Colin and whoever was on the phone.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at me.
"Yeah," I replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering," Ryan said. "You seem tense. Are you bothered about yesterday?"
"Nope," I shrugged. Honestly, it was a little awkward, but I didn't want to let on. And, anyway, it was only slightly awkward because I wasn't sure what to expect next, or how I should react. It was that over-thinking part of my brain again...
"Well, good," Ryan said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Sometimes I can get a little...how should I put this?...carried away. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though."
"I've seen you naked on the beach," I said, a small grin forming on my own face. "And you've seen me naked."
"I wouldn't mind seeing you naked again," he said in a whisper with a wink.
I giggled embarrassedly as my cock jumped in my pannt. "Maybe sometime," I answered.
"Come over here," Ryan said, motioning me toward the other side of the store. "I think I know what will work for you." He walked to a rack full of speedo briefs, taking a black pair with a blue stripe off the rack. "How's these?" he asked.
I grabbed them. "I'll try them," I said.
Colin, fresh off the phone, walked over to us. He eyed the black speedo in my hands. "Speedo, huh? Good choice!" he said. "Just be prepared for a snug fit. You can try everything on in the corner there." Colin pointed to a small room at the other end of the store.
"Alright, I'll be back," I said, heading to the room.
I shed my clothes inside the room -- first my t-shirt, then my shorts, then my boxers. Standing there in just my socks, I grabbed the red board shorts and pulled them over my legs and up my waist. I looked in the mirror and saw a ridiculous sight in front of me -- board shorts are meant for guys with definition, not skinny guys with no meat on their bones like me, I thought to myself. So those were a definite no.
I took the board shorts off and tossed them into the corner. The trunks were next -- up my legs and on my hips. I looked in the mirror -- we're getting closer. These are a maybe, I thought, lowering them over my legs and folding them before tossing them with the board shorts.
Next came the black speedo. I pulled it over my legs and instantly noticed the snugness. Pulling it over my hips, I definitely felt the tight fabric against my skin. I reached into the speedo and pointed my dick up, positioning it in place. I looked in the mirror and, for the first time, felt someone decently attractive was staring back at me. My dick made the front bulge; my cute bubble butt made the back perfectly round. I looked like a model. Speedos were meant for skinny guys like me, I thought.
The longer I looked at myself, the harder my dick got. Pretty soon, I was adjusting it so it was positioned to the right. I grew hornier and hornier by the second, and spontaneously decided I'd surprise the guys with my look by wearing the speedo out of the dressing room.
I opened the door to find Ryan and Colin talking in front of me. I waited until they noticed me standing there wearing nothing but my speedo.
"Hey man, looking good!" Ryan said with a big smile on his face and a thumbs-up.
"You were right," Colin said, looking at me, then at Ryan, then back at me. "That was the best choice!"
"So you're getting this one?" Ryan said as he walked over to me.
"Yeah, definitely," I said with a sudden boost of confidence. "I like the way it looks. I like the way it feels too." I adjusted my package through the fabric.
"I can tell," Ryan said, standing a few inches in front of me, eyeing me up and down, his eyes lingering at my package. "Like I said, it looks good on you."
I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin -- that's how close he was to me. As he continued to stare at me, he reached down and adjusted his own package, which just made my own that much harder. Good thing speedos hold everything close to the body, I thought, because in that moment I could have burst out of my pants -- that's how hard I was. And I know Ryan and Colin could definitely see that.
I looked at Colin. "I'll take them," I said back to him, hoping Ryan's concentration would break. But it didn't. "Can I wear them out of the store?"
"Of course," Colin said as he walked toward me. "But what's the rush?" After a few seconds, he was standing side-by side with Ryan, both of them eyeing me up and down.
"No...no rush," I stammered. "Just...thought I'd pay for them."
"No rush," Colin whispered back to me. He placed his hand on my bare shoulder. I felt my dick throbbing harder than ever before.
Now both Ryan and Colin were standing directly in front of me, just a few inches away. I guessed Colin to be about six feet and Ryan just a few inches under -- both towering over my 5-feet, 5-inches frame. Both of them had looks of lust in their eyes. And Colin was the first to make skin-to-skin contact.
"Looks like you're excited there Jamie," Ryan said about my large bulge.
"Uh huh," was all I could muster back.
"Well, Jamie," Ryan said, bringing his own voice down to a low whisper, "I'm excited too."
"Me too," Colin said, echoing Ryan's tone.
"Okay," I said a little louder than both of them.
Ryan placed a hand on my chest, rubbing it up and down. "Smooth," he whispered. Colin moved his own hand off my shoulder and moved it down to my chest, rubbing the other side. I let out a soft sigh.
"I wonder what it feels like elsewhere?" Ryan said, looking at Colin.
"Only one way to find out," Colin said as his hand slipped down to the top of the speedo that, now, was barely containing my bulge.
"That's right," Ryan said, seductively looking back at me. "Only one way to find out."
"Should...should we be doing this here?" I stammered, pointing out the obvious -- that we were about to get down in the middle of a public business during broad daylight.
"Who says we're going to do anything here?" Colin said, punctuating the word "here" as if this were just the first stop on the surf shop adventure train.
Oooh! Cliffhanger! Where are things headed? Stay tuned for a steamy Chapter 10! E-mail me anytime: cullen.dyer@gmail.com.