He caught his trunks which were floating loosely nearby him, and he and Anson swam hard for the surface, broke it in an explosion of water and burst of light that was the sky, and Anson broke near him, and they clung to each other, gasping and refilling their lungs once more, at last, at last!
“Hey, guys!” Freddie called out. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Scott called back. “God, those guys...they got all of us, didn’t they?”
“They fucked me and Emil, all right.” Freddie affirmed. “How about you two? Did you fight them off? Was that what took so long?”
“No.” Anson said shamefaced. “It was like...like I wanted them to. Like I wanted you to.” He said to Scott.
Scott felt a warmth build in his stomach, and he held to his bud as if for support, feeling their bare bodies caressing in the water as the current and their bicycling legs rippled them back and forth. “They got me earlier today. I...I was ashamed to tell you guys. It’s like you never thought about it before, but then you see that dick and you just...you just want it.”
“I know.” Freddie said.
“Hey, guys!” Emil called. “Wave coming!”
“Yahoo!” Scott said and swam for his own board. He got on, hurriedly fished his shorts on and began to paddle for the shore. He needed speed if he was going to shoot a tube on this one!
They could talk later about what had happened. You have to take the waves when you get them!
As he cut and weaved on the wave--too small for a tube on this one, but they’d get bigger in a bit--he noticed that a crowd was forming on the beach.
Something was going on. The real waves wouldn’t be here for a time yet, he decided to go to shore and find out what was happening.
* * * * *
Lutes was in her prime. Up on an impromptu stand with that dolt Wulf beside her on one side and the Professor on the other, she lit into the crowd. Telling them what she had learned, she saw rapidly that many of the male faces in the crowd lit up in comprehension--oh, so that was why I scarfed down that pud! I thought I was straight until then!--and she said, “I am told we can expect these predators to stay here until they have taken every male member on the beach. So let’s all set a trap for them. First, I need the ones who have already been taken by these perverts to step to that side, and those who haven’t to step over on this side. Women, if you’ll move to the back just for now so you won’t clutter the field, please.” There was a milling of confusion and reluctance, and she snapped, “Unless we narrow the field, we’ll never catch this phenomena. We’ve got to know who’s vulnerable. Forget your pride, as I understand it, you’ll have lots of company on this side. Now, step to, hop-hop!”
It took a while, but soon she had the two groups. The one on the left--all male of course--was sizeable, scaringly so, and more men stepped to join them when they saw that their anonymity would be protected in the sheer numbers.
“Well, it looks like he’s managed to land over half the men on this beach just in the four hours he’s been here. Still, we can handle this. From now on, I want the men who have been victimized by this predator to confine their activities on the beach to the south end. You who haven’t been, stick to the north end. We’ll find these men by the process of elimination if we have to.”
“I notice your ass isn’t on the line.” one guy called out. “I’m going home!”
“Nobody must leave!” the Professor begged. “If you all leave, we won’t know where they are!”
“I know where they are!” Scott called out in sudden bravery. “They were out in the water. That’s how they got me and my friends!”
“It’s in the water! Everyone out of the water! Everyone out!” Women ran screaming to fetch their boyfriends from out of the water, and as they came back you saw the results, for over two-thirds of them went to join the already-fucked group.
“That was very brave of you to admit that.” the reporter said to Scott. “Thank you for speaking up. Now we can make our plans.”
“We must test every man who leaves the water. Women, if you will be kind enough to find and kiss your boyfriends, enough to see if he still wants you; we may be able to find him now.”
Five men who had joined the unfucked group were sent over to join Scott’s group to the tone of recriminations and tears. Left in the unfucked group were some twenty men. But the Boner was not among them.
“You men must guard each other, stay in a group.” the Professor was saying. “They will try to get you. Best you not go in the water this time. There will be other waves, yes?”
“You heard the Professor.” Lutes confirmed. “Let us set our own trap for this, uh, phenomena.” She cast an appraising look at Wulf. He’d do. He’d do just fine, she decided.
* * * * *
The sun had set, but the waves were just really getting good. In California, that meant only one thing--nude surfing! Out in the black waters, you could strip down and enjoy the total freedom, be at one with the board and the waves!
Scott was one of them, he and Anson, naked and shooting the tubes, which was so damned righteous in the dark! The ocean was less sight and more sound, you felt as if you weren’t on the Earth, but in some other realm of roaring sound and wet mist and you and the board were the entire universe!
Up the beach, the group of unmolested men had built a campfire. One lone man was out on the boards.
“That’s that big guy who was with that reporter, isn’t it?” Anson asked Scott as they paddled back out to sea once more. Scott looked at Anson’s taut buttocks as he was crouched on his knees on the board, reaching and dipping his powerful arms to get some distance, out to catch another wave.
“Yeah.” Scott confirmed as they made it out to the waters. “But she’s wasting her time. That Boner won’t want that guy.”
“Why?” Anson wanted to know. “He’s a hot stud.”
“Should I be jealous?” Scott asked.
Anson looked over and smiled. “Not at all. Want to rest out here before we catch another curl?”
“Sure.” Scott paddled over to be next to Anson. There were things they could do while they waited, out here in the wet darkness of the sea and sky.
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