Monday, June 2, 2014

The Legend of the Blue Leash, Part 2



Ash woke up early, sweaty, spent and with a hard on. It’s been a week since he arrived in Baler, Aurora to make his dream of learning how to surf come true.

Half naked, dazed and confused, he walked across his hotel room. He opened his window and waited for the sun to rise over the majestic Sabang beach. He can hear the sea call him. He can feel the soft wind calm his troubled mind.

“The same dream again...” He told himself.

Ever since he had met Miguel at that restaurant on his first night in Baler, he had been visiting Ash in his dreams every day. The dream starts differently but the end is always the same. He and Miguel sitting on blue surfboards in a calm ocean while the sun sets...

kissing.

What’s worse is that he would get excited and always wake up with a raging boner and he can’t understand why. For a straight guy, getting a hard on in a dream making out with another guy is never a good thing.

He had yet seen the sight of Miguel since that night. Though he wanted to look at that ruggedly handsome face again for many reasons, he opted not to. For one, he was busy for the past week. He took surfing lessons, learned the basics and rode the baby waves of Sabang beach until he can’t stand on a surfboard no more.

He tried to shake it off his mind as he watched the dawn carried the early morning waves. The sight of white water rushing to the shore made him happy. The only other thing that gets him excited so to speak.

No doubt that water is Ash’s element. He feels confident and free when he is in the ocean. And when he is not, he longs for it. It’s like a thirst that he can’t quench.  Surfing helps him become one with the ocean. And the rush is very addictive.

For what it’s worth, Ash was a quick learner. He mastered the basics after the first day and quickly got comfortable on top of the board shortly after.

Now after a week, he wanted to step it up a notch. He felt it’s time to leave Sabang and take his sport to the next step by riding the waves of Cemento Reef.

Unfortunately, his inexperience had the best of him. He can’t be more wrong.

One hour after Ash hit the waves of Cemento Reef...

Cough! Cough! Cough!

“Hey dude!!! You OK?” One of the foreign surfers asked as he rushes to the coughing guy who just washed up.

“Any injury?”  A local surfer asked.

“Damn! My leash broke!” He thought as he angrily held the broken cord that should have attached him to his surfboard. He was on his zone riding the wave when someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere throwing him off and almost drowning him.

“Excuse me, is this yours?” Ash cautiously asked as he slowly approached behind the almost drowned surfer.

Fuming mad, the surfer stood and turned. It was Miguel. “Fuck dude!!! Don’t you know it’s not right to cut in front of someone who’s already riding the wave?” He screamed as he grabbed Ash’s wetsuit.

“I’m sorry!!! I got carried away. I didn’t see you...”

Right then, Ash felt something hard hitting his right jaw before he fell flat on his face. And just before he blacked out, he could hear someone say.

“He could have died you stupid poser!!!”

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