No, let's do it here.

"Trent and I were gonna drive out to the beach and fuck. You want to come along?" Stuart asked Gary. "I owe you one for taking good care of the van, and I don't want to leave you hanging hard like that."

"Naw, I don't wanna be out all night," Gary said.

"How about a quick one here then?" Stuart asked. He gestured to the mattress Gary was sitting on in the back of Stuart's van.

Gary swallowed. His cock throbbed and his back was tight with unresolved arousal. "Um, okay," he said. He swung his feet back into the van.

Stuart motioned to Trent to hop in, then he stepped up himself and closed the door. Gary's eyes quickly adjusted, and the little pinhead lights were enough to see by.

Stuart spread some fresh towels and had Gary sit on top of them.

"Lie back," Stuart said. "Let me get your pants." He undid Gary's belt and opened his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Gary's still-erect penis bounced free.

"Hee hee," Trent said. "Lookit that boner. Mm-mm." The surf boy pulled down his ripped denim cut-offs. "Got me beat." Trent sported a fine erection, but Gary knew his own was longer and thicker to boot.

Stuart's mouth wrapped around Gary's cock head, and his wet tongue lapped the sensitive underside.

"Mm, yeah," Gary said. Trent bent down next to Stuart and sucked Gary's balls. "Oh!" he cried.

Stuart leaned back and skinned off his own clothes. As usual, his tan was all-over. He stroked himself hard as Trent kept sucking Gary, then rolled a condom down his shaft.

"I want your ass," Stuart said. "Let's see if you're ready. Turn on your side."

Gary rolled on his side. Trent sat back, then reached a hand out to grasp Gary's shaft. Gary said, "It worked last time, but I'm not sure, um, when Ben was in me it started getting uncomfortable."

"Lemme see..." Stuart said. His finger probed between Gary's buttocks. "Aw, shoot, someone's gotta show you young hodads how to grease up. You want like three times that much. No wonder you were having trouble." He gave Gary's cock a familiar squeeze. "Like this." Stuart squeezed a little bottle and laid down a thick coat of slippery stuff on Gary's ass, spreading it round. "Much better. How's that feel?"

It felt cool and slippery. "Kinda nice," Gary said. "You're using a lot more."

Stuart's fingertip probed his butt, slipped inside and wiggled. "Okay?" he asked.

"Sure, that's fine," Gary said.

He dribbled a little on Gary's cock, and Trent's hand slipped more smoothly up and down his shaft.

Stuart lifted Gary's upper leg with one hand as the other steered his penis to Gary's anus. He pushed gently.

Gary felt himself opening for Stuart's slick cock head. "Mmmm," he said. "Oh wow," he breathed, as the head popped all the way in. Trent kept stroking Gary's cock.

"Fuck that's a good ass," Stuart said. He slid forward slowly, giving Gary's butthole a chance to adjust to his cock.

It was a bit of a stretch for Gary, but the extra lube did the trick and soon the good feelings came, the same as the other time Stuart had fucked him but clearer and sharper.

"Oh yeah," Gary said. His own cock throbbed and weeped.

"Toldja you were gonna like it even clean and sober," Stuart said.

Stuart set a slow, methodical pace. A couple of times, he squirted on more lube. Trent kept stroking Gary's cock gently.

Gary closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensations, his own swollen cock being stroked, stroked, stroked while a hot, hard pole probed him, pumping his insides.

He moaned. "Oh wow," he murmured at the intense sensations. "Oh wow, oh wow...." His cock twitched.

"Hey Trent, I think Gary's getting close," Stuart said. "You wanna grab a little keepsake?"

"Sure," Trent said. He let go of Gary's cock and fished in Stuart's travel bag.

The cock moving in his ass was hard and hot and it pumped him up to the edge. Gary felt his own cock swelling. "Fuck Stu, I'm gonna come," he said. His body tensed.

"He's gonna blow, get it Trent," Stuart said. He kept pumping steadily.

"Uh!" Gary grunted. "Oh fuck!" he cried. His balls clenched, his cock spasmed, and he shot his first pulse of seed. There was a bright flash, red through his closed eyes, but the pumping cock in his ass kept him shooting, shooting, shooting...

When Gary went limp, Stuart pinched the base of his condom and slowly eased out. He patted Gary on the butt. "Good ride, Gary. Don't waste your morning boner," he said, "Throw your ol' lady a good one for me." He peeled off his condom and wrapped it in a tissue, then ripped open another. "Your turn, T-bar. Bend over and spread 'em."

Gary watched hazily as Trent got on all fours. Stuart squatted over Trent's butt and pointed his cock down to spear the younger surf dude's ass from behind and above.

Trent sighed as Stuart's cock entered him. "Ah fuck that's good," he said. "I've been fucking waiting all day."

Stuart's cock slid easily in up to the balls. As Stuart fucked Trent's ass, Trent's cock swelled and rose, curving left like Gary remembered.

After a few minutes, Stuart warned, "Getting close. You ready, Trent?"

"Fuck yeah, shoot it!" Trent said. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it as the older surfer kept fucking him.

Stuart roared, his back arched, and his hips lurched, stabbing down into Trent's ass with long, deep thrusts as he came.

Trent cried out with the intense sensations. He quickly jacked himself up and over the top, moaning and shooting come on the towels as Stuart pounded the last few cock strokes into his ass.

After they'd lain for a while recovering, Stuart showed Gary the preview screen from his digital camera. Gary's eyes were closed, his short blond hair damp and disheveled, and his body twisted as he came with Stuart's cock up his ass. Gary's face and spurting cock were very clear, and an indistinct male figure loomed behind him, holding Gary's leg up at an angle. Stuart turned off the camera and gave him the memory card. "For you. Maybe your girlfriend will like it. It turns on a lot of chicks to see their man ride the stick," he said.

Gary pulled on his clothes and staggered unsteadily back into the house. The van started up and drove away. He climbed up the stairs toward bed, hoping he wouldn't wake Bernie.