Damn, why did he have to be so hot? As he paddled out to me, I could clearly see his muscles outlined beneath the wetsuit he was wearing. He stopped next to me and grinned.
"You almost got that last one, man!"
"Yeah right, I suck at this."
He had sandy blond hair, a gentle, kind face, and firm muscles everywhere. He was still lean though, and not an ounce of fat on him. His tanned skin, what was showing of it, was glistening with glow of the sun reflecting onto his drenched palms and his clean-shaven face.
We were surfing, and I really did suck at it, but Michael was an awesome surfer, and he was sexy as hell, too. I had agreed, surprised, when he had asked me to come to the beach with him that day. I mean, we didn't really have any other interaction rather than school. We were both eighteen and in our senior year of high school. We had almost all our classes with each other, which gave me ample time to undress him in my mind, repeatedly.
Unfortunately for me though, we had PE the last period of the day, and so it wasn't require of us to change, so I had never caught a glimpse of more than Michael in just his boxers. Hopefully, that would change, and soon.
Once the school year was over we would probably go to different colleges and never see each other again.
My thinking was disrupted as a wave crashed right behind us and sent me spinning into shore.
Michael caught the wave in gracefully and hopped off a few feet from where I was lying on the sand.
"Ah well, you had some fun didn't you?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure."
We headed up to the bathrooms. The beach was total no-nudity, so we either had to wait till we got home to change, which we hated doing, or change in the changing rooms.
Each room was small, windowless, and mostly unfurnished, but it did they job. They were also only designed for one person, with the exception of one room on the far end of the building.
We circled the gray brick house and saw all the rooms were occupied except the double.
The wind was now howling mercilessly, and we were both wet, and shivering from the cold.
"Well, do ya want to just share the double then?" asked Michael.
"Uh...sure." I replied gingerly. Even though this might mean I would finally get to at least see maybe Michael's butt, I was nervous. What if I got a boner just looking at him? He'd surely figure out I was gay.
He walked up to the door, knocked just to be sure, and entered. I waited, pretending to be cautious while leaning the surfboards against the outer wall of the building.
"You coming?" he called from inside.
"Just a minute."
Ok, you can do this, I said to myself, and walked into the stall.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the compact room.
Michael had stripped the clingy material down to his waist, showing his tanned chest off well.
"Well close the door." He said jokingly.
I obliged, keeping my face light and humorous.
I walked to the far side of the room, and begun changing. I heard him rustling through the plastic bag containing his clothes.
