The Legend of the Blue Leash, Part 5

Ash and Miguel was at the beach early morning. This is the first time Ash truly appreciated Miguel's body. He was slightly taller than he was and built like a Greek God. He picked Ash up and carried him to a make shift shack. He laid him across a bed of coconut leaves and removed his clothes. In no time, he was completely nude.

"You are so beautiful."  Miguel passionately announced before he started licking Ash from head to toe.

Before Ash could react he had his mouth pressed over his. His kisses made Ash's dick rock hard. Miguel was so impressed with the size of his 7 inches of cock just as much as Ash was impressed with Miguel's 7 and a half incher. They got into a sixty-nine position and started to suck each other off. Miguel would go all the way down on him, nice and slow. Ash was trying to keep up but his inexperience often got him choking while sinking his teeth on Miguel's pole. Miguel winced but he never complained. 

The pleasure Ash was receiving from the blow job Miguel was giving him was more than he could stand.

"Slow down Migs, you're going to make me cum."

Miguel quickly stopped sucking, changed his position and started kissing Ash on the lips. Ash kissed back. Miguel told him that he wanted to be with him forever.

"Let’s make love all day long." He declared.

"Sounds good to me." Ash answered. 

"Stay here for a sec. I'll just get something." Miguel commanded as he jumped over Ash and ran to grab something in his bag. When he returned, he had a tube of KY in his hand. He put some on his dick and up Ash's ass.

Taking Miguel’s dick up his ass was the best thing that ever happened to Ash in Baler. Miguel fucked him like a raging bull and he loved every second of it.  Ash wanted Miguel to burst his virgin ass wide open. He told him over and over again to take him and claim him. The more Ash screamed for it, the harder Miguel gave it to him.

"You have the best ass I've ever fucked!' Miguel would say over and over again as he fucked Ash's hot, wet asshole raw.

"I'm getting close Ashee!" Miguel announced.

Ash moaned in approval.

Then he screamed as sweat poured from on Ash's naked body.  His movement became rougher, but Ash didn't care. Soon, Ash felt Miguel's body shake as his hot cum shoot so far up in, he could taste it in his mouth. When he couldn't cum anymore, Miguel collapsed on top of Ash.  

After a while, Ash sat up and looked into the sea. The wind cooled his skin and soothed his mind. 

"What's wrong?"  Miguel asked, sitting up next to him, placing his hand gently on his shoulder.

"Why are you doing this with me?" Ash asked.

"I'm in love with you." Miguel answered sincerely.

"Migs, how could you fall in love so quickly with someone like me?"

"My love for you didn't come quick. I wanted you from the moment I served your food at the restaurant on your first night. I started loving you when I saw you ride."

Ash eyes were full of tears. He didn't know what to say or how to react.

Then he woke up with a massive boner and a cum stained sheet. It was the first time he had wet dreams.

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The Legend of the Blue Leash, Part 4

Ash was speechless. For some time, there was an awkward silence in Miguel’s room. He only had assumptions on Miguel’s sexuality until now and it doesn’t bother him at all. 

What bothers him is that for someone who likes women and never been in bed with men, he can’t stop thinking about a guy. He dreams of him every night and it scares him that he might actually enjoy the real thing.

“Uhmmm... Miguel, who is that guy that almost broke my face?” Ash asked carefully.

It took a while before Miguel answered back. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.” He said. “We broke up two years ago.”

“Since then, he was very protective of me.”

"I understand." 

“Sorry about your face.” He apologized sneaking a soft touch on Ash’s bruised jaw.

Ash nodded gloomily.

“Tell you what.” Miguel said on a cheery note. “Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how to ride crazy swells and if we are lucky, I might show you how to go inside a barrel.”

Hearing Miguel’s proposition indeed cheered Ash up. That’s exactly the reason why he went to Baler.

“That would be great!” Ash exclaimed. He felt like Christmas came early this year. 

“When?”

Miguel look out of the window and watched the sky. “Well, the sun will be setting in a few hours. That’s the golden time to catch crazy waves. How about now?”

Ash hopped on the back of Miguel’s scooter and they ride away from the city for an hour.  From the back, he can smell Miguel’s sweet scent of soap and sea salt. He can feel his lean obliques as he holds on to his side the whole road trip.

They stop at a secluded area along the highway and hid the scooter away from view. They walk for a while, climb up a hill into a heavily fenced beach front with a sign: “PRIVATE PROPERTY. KEEP OUT”

“This is my private turf. I alone know about this place.” Miguel claimed. “Except from the owner of the property of course.” He added as he jumped over the fence urging Ash to do the same.

Ash looked out to the sea and realized why they were there. The swells the ocean produced were the biggest he has personally seen. The waves at this side of Baler (He’s not even sure if he is still in Baler) both excited him and scared him at the same time.

They strip into their wet suit and raced into the ocean. They took turns in riding the waves. Or at least Miguel did. He rode the waves like he owned the beach.  Ash did nothing but paddle, popup and gets a wipe out. By the time the sun sets, they were already exhausted.

They sat in the sand their bodies tired and aching from surfing. They watch as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon.

“I watch you very carefully.” Miguel said breaking the silence. “Your problem is you are overly anxious to ride the swell.”

Ash listened intently on every word he said. Miguel can tell from his eyes how eager Ash is to learn. 

“Before you pull the tail, you gotta stand up so you can feel the wave. Your popup need some work too.”

“I see. Thanks Miguel!” He said taking the bottle of water Miguel is sharing.

“Please, call me Migs.”

“Alright Migs, thanks for the tip!”

The sun vanished into the horizon and the cold breeze has claimed the beach when they decide to call it a day. They were walking back up the hill to where they hid the scooter when Ash opened up.

“I was watching you too you know.” He said. Migs stopped for a moment at the comment. Even with the low, dusk light, Ash was sure Migs mouth twitched into a smile. “You were amazing Migs. You are just flying out there.”

“Well, I did not win the local surfing competition 3 years in a row for nothing.” Miguel exclaimed with pride.

They continued they trek while discussing everything that happened at the beach. Ash was asking most of the question which Miguel happily answered. Ash never ran out of questions. 

They speed through the dark road. The cold bite of the night wind became even chillier. Without realizing it, he had wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist. He won’t admit it but the warmth of Miguel’s back felt nice. Miguel felt good being held by Ash too. He wanted the feeling to last forever, but soon they were in Sabang in front of Ash’s hotel.

“Thanks Migs. I had fun and learned a lot at the same time.” Ash said as he hopped off the scooter. “I really want to be as good as you. Would you teach me?”

 “You don’t care that i’m gay?”

“Should I?”

“We can’t do it here though.” He said. “You’re already too good for the waves here.”

Ash appreciated Miguel’s confidence in him. It made him proud of the things he accomplished in such a short time.

“Can you train me again there at your secret turf?” Ash suggested. “I don’t want to go back to Cemento Reef yet.”

“I mean they already think of me as a stupid poser there.” He continued.

“I understand. Meet me at my place every 5am.” Miguel instructed. “We’ll go to my sanctuary together. We’ll start tomorrow”

Ash agreed.

“And from now on, you call me coach.” Miguel grinned as he dropped his helmet visor and drove away.

Ash slept early that night. Since he and Miguel left Miguel’s secret beach, Ash realized one thing. Gay or not, Miguel is awesome and when he is with him, he is happy. That night he dreamt of Miguel again. Only this time it did not end with them kissing on the beach.

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The Legend of the Blue Leash, Part 3

Ash woke up with a painful jaw and a throbbing head. It’s obvious that he’s no longer on the beach. He quickly sat up and inspected the surrounding. It was clearly not his hotel room and he was clearly not on his hotel bed.

He was clearly not wearing anything. 

He looked at the side table and saw 2 ice-cold can of coke sweating from the heat. The digital alarm clock behind it says 3:46 PM. He is starting to panic when the door suddenly opened revealing a hot guy in his underwear towelling his hair dry.  

It was Miguel.

Ash defensively stands up quickly wrapping the sheets around his waist. 

“Oh good! You’re awake! Listen...”

“Where am I? Why am I naked?” Ash interrupted as he moves back away from the almost naked Miguel slowly walking towards him. 

Miguel stopped and raised his hands. He can sense Ash’s fear, confusion and panic. “Chill dude! You are in my room and I had your clothes hanged outside to dry.”

Ash sat on the side of the bed while Miguel took a can of coke, opened it and gave it to him.

“Don’t worry. I have seen the merchandise. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Miguel continued as he sat beside him downing the contents of the other can.

Ash blushed.

“Relax Ash! I’m teasing! I don’t want you to sleep out that asshole’s punch on your wetsuit.” 

He can feel Miguel’s sincerity but he can’t understand why he is concerned. Either way, his apparent care for his well being chipped some of his anxiety a bit that he was able to manage a smile.

“Yeah! He is an asshole!” Ash cheered as he places the cold can on his sore jaw. 

“Hey!” Miguel protested.

“Well, you said it first!” 

“Only I can call him asshole!”

“Suit yourself”

“But seriously Ash, What the hell are you doing in Cemento Reef? You’re a virgin for crying out loud!”

“I’m not a virgin!” It was Ash’s time to protest.

“I meant surfing virgin.”

Ash took another sip.  He felt stupid and embarrassed but Miguel earned the right to know.

“I thought I could handle bigger waves already. I mean, I practice so hard and I was getting better every day in Sabang.”

“I know how hard you practice and I can tell you are a natural but learning from those money mongers who wants your cash more than teach you is not enough to take the swells in Cemento.” Miguel’s eyes are full of concern. It’s as if he will be devastated if something happen to him. It made Ash feel more confused.

“You could have died there you know.”

“Wait... how did you know I’m a natural? I got wiped out in Cemento.” Ash wondered looking at Miguel demanding some answers.

Miguel took a deep breath and answered. “I watch you practice every day.”

(to be continued...)

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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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