The north shore of Oahu in Hawaii is one of the best spots in the world for challenging surfing. It was Cole's dream to surf there one day.
For a belated 18th birthday present - three months till his 19th - we took him there. He was over the top excited about it and so thankful that Mom and Dad would give him such a cool birthday present.
On the first day, they closed the beach for surfing. You could still surf but at your own risk. I could see why. The waves were out of this world.
Only the professionals risked it. We forbade Cole from doing it as the forecast was manageable waves the rest of the week.
We decided to lay on the beach, read books and soak in the amazing sight of the colossal waves. It was hot so we wore our beachwear swimsuits. Mom in a conservative one piece as usual, me in mid-thigh shorts.
She and I were dressed and ready to go with our beach gear. Cole was taking a long time.
'Cole, come on. What's the problem? Are you OK?'
'I will be right out.'
Mom and I were talking about dinner possibilities when we heard his bedroom door close. I saw him out of the corner of my eye.
Then Sheila saw him and exclaimed, 'Is that the only swimsuit you have?'
I looked, it was the smallest swimsuit I have ever seen, more like a thong with strings. And it was tight, tight against his penis. The shaft and head easy to make out.
I thought to myself, look at the size of it. I was intrigued. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. So big, so thick, the head so well defined. I was staring at it, thinking how much I would like to see it free from the swimsuit prison.
'Mom, it's what's everyone is wearing on this beach. I saw the pictures in the resorts website. Dad, wait till you see what the women wear.'
He is assuming I am attracted to women, I am not so sure anymore.
'Can you at least wear a robe over that... over your... over your big...'
She stopped talking. Sheila was uncomfortable seeing her son's penis -- I think. Maybe she felt a tingle or two and was feeling ashamed.
'I can, but I will take it off on the beach anyway.'
She turned, grabbed her beach gear and headed to the door. She stopped -- I swear -- to look at it again. I don't blame her, I was enjoying the view, although a naked view would be better for me.
'Well come on.' She held the door open waiting for him.
The view of his back was just as exciting. One string hidden between his firm, rounded cheeks, joined in a T onto the left and right strings from the front. I had an urge to slap his ass for some reason.
Sheila looked down. I thought at first to avoid eye contact with Cole, then it dawned on me she sought a close up view of our son's huge penis.
She got it.
She audibly sighed. Maybe she will want sex tonight for the first time in a year.
I would like sex tonight too, but not with her. What a dirty, taboo thought. It made me smile.
***
It was a nice beach, I was surprised to see a nice mix of parents and kids. A couple that looked our age set up a respectable distance but close enough to wave and say hi. We waved back.
He looked pretty athletic, a muscular chest, large thighs. Short swim trunks loosely fit. Something us old guys would wear.
His wife, I guess his wife, was provocatively dressed in a small bikini, not a string bikini but pretty close. She had a trim body as well. Her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail pulled through a LA Dodger baseball cap. Our baseball team!
A girl about Cole's age stopped to talk to them. She was in a string bikini, one that actually caught my attention. Large breasts contained by small pieces of cloth. Strings holding the bottom in place.
Her parents, I guess her parents, said something to her. She turned toward us to wave and say hi. She walked over. I could clearly see her pussy lips. I had to look away.
'Hi, I am Jan. Those are my parents Bill and Linda. So weird to say their names instead of Mom and Dad.'
Just then Cole came back from his swim, his swimsuit wet, clinging tighter to his large cock. I had an urge to touch it, to see if it was real.
Sheila said, 'Jan, nice to meet you. This is our son Cole.'
Jan's eyes went immediately to the soaked white swimsuit, filled to the brim with Cole's package.
'Hi Jan, nice to meet you.' Cole politely said.
He put out his hand to shake. At first she didn't know what to do, then shook it.
Taking a step back, he wildly shook his head, his long blonde hair shedding the water, landing on her breasts.
'Oh shit, I am sorry Jan, trying to get the water out of my ears.'
He took his towel and began dabbing her breasts to soak up the water.
She loved it, letting him touch her. Smiling ear to ear.
'Oh, I am sorry, here, you should probably do that.'
He handed her the towel. I wonder if she was going to offer to towel him off, especially his soaking wet swimsuit. But she didn't.
'Thanks Cole.'
Jan asked, 'Do you like volleyball? A bunch of us surfer crazies are going to play right over there. See the guys are setting up the net. Would you like to join us? I will introduce you to my girlfriends.'
'Yeah, yeah sure unless Mom and Dad have plans for me.'
Sheila spoke first, 'No, go ahead and hang out with Jan and her friends.'
'Ok, let's go.'
Jan took his hand and led him toward the group congregating by the net. She was staking out her claim on Cole for sure.
Sheila was beaming with joy. She was worried that Cole never had a girlfriend and wondered if he ever will. I had my suspicions about what he really liked -- males, but I had no evidence of that.
Sheila was reading her book. I watched the volleyball game. Just like Cole explained to us, everyone matched the dress code his described.
I noticed all the girls paid more attention to Cole, then the other guys. He was indifferent. When he and one of the guys made a play to get a point, he was very interested in him, talking, high fiving, slapping each other on the butt cheeks. He looked so happy.
The one guy in particular, he conversed with after every point, sometimes it was face to face, the sides of their bodies facing me. At my distance, they looked naked. Both had nicely round cheeks jutting out from the strings.
A rush of excitement took me over, my penis growing. Turn towards me, turn towards me, I need to see the front view.
Maybe I have some mental power, they turned towards me, their packages daring me to come over and touch them. I haven't been this excited in years.
Something new was awakened, something exciting, something desirable. My mind raced forward with all the erotic possibilities going beyond just seeing what was hidden. Touching, caressing, tasting, swallowing -- a whole new world. A new me.
My reverie was interrupted.
'Hi, I am Bill, and this is Linda.'
I was so focused on the game I didn't notice them walking up.
'Sheila and Justin. I am Justin.'
They both laughed at my silly joke. They both looked even better close up. I stole a look at his package, not close to the surface of his loose fitting trunks. Too bad. Go get it wet I thought.
Bill looked over at the volleyball game.
'They probably don't need us, and probably don't want us around, how about we go to the beach bar?'
Sheila said, 'I am in. Let's go. This book is boring.'
The tiki motif bar was crowded with people our age. Kind of surprised, none of them looked, nor dressed like surfers. I was a surfer, but I wasn't dressed like one today.
We scored a table for four and started drinking -- it was only 1 PM!
They were from Beverly Hills. We were not but we shared a passion for the Dodgers.
We were having a great time talking, even though they probably had tons of money, they were so down to earth. After covering all the kids' stuff, Linda and Sheila soon started up their own conversation as did Bill and me.
Sheila was having fun, hadn't seen her so animated in a long time. It was fun talking to Bill, sports, business even politics, we were aligned on all topics. He was smart and I found him attractive. The new me. I wonder how soft his lips are and how hard his dick gets.
A band showed up, They setup and started playing. Too loud, I could barely hear Bill. Sheila and Linda had the same problem.
Bill pulled all of us close enough so we could hear him.
'Let's get out of here, I can't hear myself think let alone talk. We can go to our suite.'
Linda piped in, 'Come on, it's the Presidential Suite, it's great! Bill went all out this time.'
I looked at Sheila, she nodded.
'Let's go.' I said.
***
Wow, what a suite. More like a penthouse condo.