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The warmth of the summer heat kisses his skin as the sun made his pale skin glow.
Paul let’s out a comfortable sigh as he rests on his board allowing the waves to lull him to a relaxing state of calm. He has been surfing since his father taught him as a toddler. The ocean knows him and always openly welcomes him when he comes for a visit.
The wind suddenly picks up. Finally. Paul sits up on his board as he sees the strengthening waves ahead. He slowly moves towards the churning waters and perfectly stands on his board. The seconds count down as the wave nears, Paul’s heart pounds in anticipation. The water meets him and he’s glinding on the water. He lets it lead him where it desires. Paul rides on more incoming waves, allowing for him to rest into a state of flow. A funnel reaches and grows. Paul takes his chance and races through. Paul gazes at the inside of the wave in wonderment.
There is a strong bump against his board. Paul loses his footing. Just as the water washes over swallows him he sees a person with a cocky smile.
Paul pushes his way to the shore. Holding his board, he peers back out at the ocean. A person lets out conquering shouts as he skids across the waves. Where Paul is graceful and fluid, this person is rough and more wild. The waves still agree with him surprisingly, much to Paul’s irritation. He’s probably one of the seasonals coming to work at the hotel with the main goal and perk of enjoying beach life for the summer.
Paul hopes he never crosses him.
At night however, his dreams betray him. They are rocking their hips together in an ancient dance like the waves do. His cock filling him just right. The person accurately hitting the spot that makes him see stars. It all becomes too much. Paul awakens with a gasp and embarrassing wet spot on his briefs.
He swears to never come across the person while they stay here for the season.