I was a damn decent surfer myself. The problem was, I knew it. I'd
gotten too damn cocky, that's what got me into trouble. But it turned out
all right in the end. Did it ever. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'd been surfing the beaches of Malibu since I was a kid. I knew the
shores like the back of my hand. So when I finally shaped my first board,
getting it just the way I wanted it, I figured it was a special occasion.
That board had to get tried out somewhere special, not on the same old
waves I'd been riding for years.

Wanting to be alone that morning, I hadn't called any of my buddies like
I usually did. I know, I know, it's dangerous to surf without at least
one other guy with you, but hey, what can I tell you? I said I was cocky.
I didn't want anything to interfere with that perfect morning, that
special time when I'd break in my new board.

It was just going to be me, my board, and the ocean.
I thought.

In any case, it did start out as a perfect morning. The sun was blazing,
and the waves breaking on the beach were beautiful -- some of them up to
15 feet high. But I was used to that. I wanted something bigger, more of a
challenge.

I had heard rumors of waves that were 25 and 30 feet high in the waters
beyond the rocky cove at the furthest edge of Malibu. Some of the really
expert surfers, the rippers, had even said they'd seen waves that were 35
feet high. Damn! Heaven on earth! But it was too dangerous. To go
beyond the protective rocks out there to the open ocean, it was foolish,
and everyone knew it.

But that wasn't all. Besides the fact that waves that size were brutal
and notoriously difficult to tame, there were rumors that a surf cult had
laid claim to the region just outside the cove border, making it
off-limits to anyone else.

I never knew anyone that had tried to surf out there.

But I was feeling brave that morning as I walked out with my new board
under my arm. Half of me was apprehensive, maybe even a little afraid,
but the other half kept telling me not to be such a wimp, that the cult
story had been invented by lifeguards to keep surfers inside the cove.
Surfing forbidden waters that were protected by a mythical surf cult and
the home of 35-foot swells -- it sounded like the perfect place to test my
skills as a shaper and a surfer.

I figured there was nowhere better this side of Hawaii's North Shore, and
nothing was going to keep me from it.

Standing at the water's edge with the breakers splashing around my feet,
I knew I was ready. Fastening my board's leash around my ankle so it
couldn't get separated from me, I laid down on it and paddled out into the
ocean.

The chill of the water on my naked skin was delicious in the warm morning
air. Proud of my slim, muscled physique, I never wore anything surfing
except a pair of swim trunks.

I reached the cove border in no time, and without a second thought did
what I had always wondered about but never put into action -- I paddled
out into the open ocean. Soon enough, I was far beyond the cove.
Now I was truly alone. Outside the cove's protective embrace, there was
nothing but myself and the distant deserted beach.

And the waves.

They were already bigger than I was used to. Sets of them were crashing
down, at least 20 - 25 feet high. For a second, I wondered if this had
been a bad idea. To be out here, alone, without a life jacket and out of
range of the lifeguard towers, in dangerous waters...

I shook the thought off. I knew what I was doing, damn it. This was
what I wanted. I realized I had something to prove to myself. It was
like I wanted an initiation, a ritual that would transform me from an
amateur surfer into a ripper -- a real master of the ocean. Taming this
treacherous area was just the challenge I needed. Here, away from the
lifeguard towers and the safety of the familiar, I could find out what I
was made of.

Here, I could prove to myself and the ocean that I was a ripper.
But there was no more time for thought, because a new set was heading my
way. Even from this far away, I could see how many waves were coming -- seven. Australian surf-superstition was in force today. Some Aussie surfers believe that sets of seven waves were perfect, divinely ordained, ideal for riding.

This was my chance.

The swells got closer and closer, and as I got ready I could see them
rising, seeming to get larger and larger by some ocean-magic. As usual,
in the presence of large waves, I felt my cock harden up painfully between
myself and the board. My whole body was responding to the sea, as if I
was hot-wired into its energy by nature itself. Maybe that was why I felt
exhilarated instead of scared as the waves crashed towards me.

It was time. I paddled towards the first wave, picking up speed as I got
closer and closer. At the moment the board was picked up by the swell's
momentum, I got up to my feet. My concentration as sharp as a diamond, I
performed a few deft maneuvers and then I was there -- on top of the
swell. Riding the crest of the wave, I felt omnipotent, like a god in
ancient mythology, a god of the sea.

With my dick tenting my trunks, I looked down at the raging water beneath
me. I could hardly believe it, but the wave was definitely getting higher
as it approached the shore. I was at least 30 feet above the surface, if
not higher. Ecstasy flowed through me, I had done it! I had conquered
the ocean! Nothing could stop me now.

I glanced behind me to see if the rest of the waves in the set had gotten
this high. They had, but something else had caught my attention...
I wasn't alone.

Riding the waves with perfect form and precision, and staring at me with
venom in their eyes, were three other surfers. In the split second I saw
them, my brain instantly registered everything I needed to know about
them.

They were gorgeous men, their faces tanned and handsome, their bodies
chiseled from years on their boards.

They were even better than me, because they were surfing with the casual,
breathtaking skill of true rippers.

They were the surf cult, the guardians and owners of this part of the
ocean. This was their territory, their sacred space, the place that they
and they alone could ride the swells.

And I had violated it.
And they were going to punish me.

A second of fear and panic was all it took to make me lose my
concentration. With a yell, I lost my footing and went flying off my
board into the wave. Water filled my ears and nose as I crashed downward.
I heard a sickening snap that I knew was my precious board being broken
in two by the force of the wave.

I fought my way to the surface, and was just in time to get caught in the
next swell as it smashed down.

Somehow, I was able to get to the beach. The undertow was hard to escape
but I did it, and dragged myself up onto the sand. Exhausted and
battered, I collapsed face-down.

Waves crashed behind me. I knew the guys from the surf cult were
emerging from the water, like mer-men or some other creatures of the
ocean, hell-bent on revenge.

Too tired and freaked out to care, I just lay there trying to catch my
breath. Suddenly strong hands grabbed my arms and dragged me up further onto the sand. Someone removed the leash from my ankle. A bare foot slid under my armpit and flipped me over onto my back.
[-split-]
The sun was blinding as I squinted upwards. The three rippers were
standing over me, staring down with expressions of anger and disgust.
One had short curly sun-bleached hair and dark eyes, another had long
brown hair that reached his shoulders. The third one was a black guy with
his head shaved bald. All three of them had incredible bodies, toned and
lean and gorgeous. But I couldn't even think of that, because they were
about to kick the shit out of me.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here, punk?" the
long-haired one asked, spitting his words out. "This is cult territory."
"It's off-limits to all outsiders." the blond one said.

The black ripper went down on his haunches and grinned at me.
"You know what we do to guys we catch surfing in our swells, man?"
Terrified, I didn't answer.

"They're never heard from again." He stood back up and looked at his
buddies.

"What should we do with him, Randy?" the blond one asked.
"I can think of a lot of things, Bryan." the black surfer answered.
"Do you think he'll give us much trouble?" long-hair said.

"Naw," said Randy, who must have been the leader. "He's thrashed. We
can do whatever we want."

"Good," the long-haired ripper said, kneeling down and popping his boner
out of his swimsuit. I could hardly believe this was happening. Before I
could protest, the guy was whacking his hard cock on my face, slamming it
against my nose and cheeks.

"Open up, virgin boy..." he said. "Time to teach you a few things."
Feeling my own dick getting even harder in my shorts, I opened my mouth
and took the big invader in.

"AAA..." long-hair moaned as he started plowing in and out of my willing
mouth. "That feels good!"

Bryan whipped out his own cock and started jerking it, laughing.
"Work him, Scott!" he said. "Fuck that mouth!"
Randy dropped down to his knees between my legs.

"I gotta get me some of this..." he grunted as he yanked my shorts off
and tossed my legs up over his shoulders. I started to fight, trying to
twist away. Scott's dick popped out of my mouth as he moved to hold me
still. Bryan tackled me, crashing his whole body on top of me and
grabbing my wrists in his hands. Now I was trapped. With all three of
them on me like that, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

"That's better," Randy said as slid the foreskin back on his cock to
reveal the dark mushroom-shaped head inside. It was leaking a clear drop
of pre-come out of its piss-slit. The ripper spit on his hand and used it
to grease up his organ, then aimed it at my tight hole.

"Please!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I surfed in your territory! I'll do
anything you want, just --"
"Man, fill his mouth with something!" Randy said disgustedly. "I don't
want to listen to him anymore."

"My turn, bro," Bryan said to Scott as he got up on his knees so he was
straddling my torso. In a second he had his cock stuffed in my mouth,
cutting off my yelling.

"That's better," Randy said. "Now I can have my fill of this boy." I
knew what was coming and tried to resist, but Scott grabbed my arms and
held them down with his knees, crushing them into the sand.

The big black dick found my asshole and started pushing its way inside.
I screamed but Bryan's cock prevented any noise from coming out.
"Scream all you want, surf-boy..." Scott hissed in my ear as Bryan and
Randy moaned above me. "There's no one for miles around...you're ours
now."

I was terrified -- and yet at the same time excited. It was incredibly
hot to get used and abused by these men. These were the kind of guys I
worshipped and always wanted to make it with. My surfing buddies had
gotten me turned on plenty of times before, but I'd always wimped out and
never gotten anywhere with them sexually.

Now I was having what I always wanted come to me whether I was ready or
not. I realized there was no sense in fighting them anymore. Scott's
words were true.

I belonged to them.

I might as well enjoy what was happening to me. My dick was still hard,
and it got even harder when Randy grabbed it and started fisting it.
My moans made the rippers laugh.

"Yeah, now he's gettin' into it," Randy snarled as he plowed my ass
harder. "This boy knows what it means to get caught in cult territory."
"He's never going to be the same again..." Bryan said as he pulled his
cock out of my mouth and then jammed it back in.

"Not when we're through with him." Scott said, cautiously releasing my
arms. To show them I was through resisting, I left them where they were,
harmless and out of the way. "Looks like the fire's out of him, Randy,"
he said.

I saw the black man's eyes roll back into his head as he screwed my
virgin ass.

"Naw, he's just heatin' up!" he growled. Bryan laughed. I felt
electrified, like my whole body was getting surges of power pumped into
it. These guys were incredible, and I was the receptacle of their
strength. It was almost like they wanted to make me a part of them, to
absorb my energy into their own.

I was so turned on I forgot to be afraid. It didn't matter what was
coming next. After they had gotten their rocks off who knew what would
happen. Maybe they'd dump me in the ocean without a board. Maybe they'd beat the crap out of me and leave me for dead out here miles away from civilization. But it didn't matter. All that did was here, now, and the two sizzling hot cocks that were fucking me, one at each end.

The black ripper put both hands on my abs, kneading and massaging them
with his strong fingers. It felt so good. I lifted my own arms to feel
the man sitting on my chest. Bryan's pecs were hard as rocks, his nipples
like little nubs of steel sticking out. His weight on me was an aphrodisiac, and the sand ground beneath my back and butt.

"Scott, put that mouth of yours to use," Randy said suddenly. He was
short of breath, I knew he must be getting closer.

"You got it, man," the long-haired surfer said as he pivoted around and
arranged his head between his buddies' bodies. I didn't know what to
expect, but it certainly wasn't the exquisite mouth that engulfed my
straining cock and sucked it down to the root. My eyes screwed themselves
shut and my head lolled back on my neck.

The sound of the waves pounded in my ears as the spectacular sensations
washed through me...the big black cock fucking my ass, the blond cock
fucking my face, and that sweet warm mouth on my own peter. I felt like I
could come any second, I was so hot. The sun beat down on us, and the
smell of the salt water filled my nostrils.
[-split-]
Everything was perfect. It was like I wanted to get frozen in time,
caught in golden amber like a prehistoric insect. I couldn't imagine ever
experiencing something as incredible, as bizarre or as hot as this.
Randy's balls were smacking against me as he pistoned in and out of my
hungry asshole. Every thrust inside was magical, his long pecker finding
just the right spot inside that sent me over the moon with pleasure.
Scott's talented mouth was taking in as much of my cock as it could.

His tongue slurped and slobbered around it, coating me with his hot saliva.
I continued to work Bryan's dick with my own mouth and tongue, swirling
my lips around his flared glands to give him as much ecstasy as I could.
When I opened my eyes all I saw were the surfers. The sun, the sky,
nothing else registered...only their hard ropes of muscle beneath dark
tanned skin, their shaved bodies and their big jock dicks using me for
their pleasure.

The big black fucker started going faster and faster. I could tell he
was getting ready to shoot his wad. The blond stud on top of me also sped
up, fucking my mouth with horny desperation. Scott increased the
intensity of his blowjob, sensing his buddies' imminent explosions and
wanting to keep pace. Through the fever haze of my sex-trance I saw him
grab his cock and start jerking it too.

Now we were all headed for the point of no return, like riding a wave and
knowing it's too late to back out.

Overwhelmed with stimulation, my orgasm roared through me like a giant
swell, crashing down into my body with a burst of power and glory. Scott
lifted off of me in time to watch the geyser of my cum spurt up into the
air. I screamed against Bryan's dick in my mouth as the pleasure flooded
through me.

The blond ripper got up, pulling out of me and starting to furiously
pound his meat. My jizz-burst splattered back down onto me, a big wet
slimy clear-white puddle.

The surfers growled in bliss as the watched me writhing on the sand
beneath them. Randy's breath sped up so fast he might have been
hyperventilating.

"I'm cumming, dudes!" he said as he yanked his cock out of me and aimed
it at my chest. "Look out!"

With the force of a torpedo Randy's load shot out of his long dick and
splashed onto my chest. It joined with my own puddle of cum, making the
pool of love-cream even deeper. The ripper let out a guttural roar of
carnal ecstasy.

Bryan was next. The blond hunk pumped his cock in his fist and then
suddenly he was squirting out ropes of sticky jizz. It splattered down to
join the rest of the cum on me. He came silently, with only the quivering
of his body to mark the pleasure he was feeling inside.

Last but not least, the long-haired cocksucker let loose his own load.
His cum was almost as clear as water, as if he was shooting lube-juice
instead of the real thing. A huge smile broke out on his face and he let
out a long moan of passion and release.

Covered with hot surfer cum, I lay there staring up at the surf cult.
After they had recovered from their orgasms, Bryan and Scott looked at
Randy.

"You know what's next, dudes." he said.

My life flashed before my eyes. For a second, I thought I was a goner,
that now that they'd gotten their rocks off they were gonna finish the job
they started...punishing me for invading their turf. I didn't know what
was going to happen, but I certainly didn't expect what did.

The three men hunkered down and started dumping hand-fulls of sand onto
my chest. Too stunned to protest or even say anything, I just watched as
they ground the hard particles into the pools of man-cream on my pecs and
abs, mixing it all up into a slimy, gritty muck.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, as the incredible
juxtaposition of sensations engulfed my chest. The combination of the
sticky cum and rough sand trapped between their hands and my skin was
incredible.

Then they threw their heads back and howled at the sky, baying and
screaming like wild animals or natives in a jungle. It was a primal,
powerful moment, to be lying there in the center of those electrifying men
while they acted out some pagan ritual.

When they were done screaming, the got to their feet and pulled me up to
stand with them.

"What's...what's happening?" I said. Randy smiled at me and took my hand
in his.
"You're one of us now," he said. "Welcome to the cult."
Scott and Bryan clapped me on the back, laughing at my amazed expression.
"But..." I started.

"Yeah, you did invade our turf," Bryan interrupted. "But you're a damn
good surfer. You had that wave tamed, the only reason you fell is 'cause
we freaked you so badly."

"We want you." Scott said simply. "You're hot."
"So are you guys," I said, still not believing it. "So are you guys."
"Initiation's over," Randy said. "You're a ripper now."

My heart soared. The sound of the waves was loud in my ears as the three
men embraced me, hugging me fiercely, bringing me into their sacred inner
circle.

Now I was one of them, and knew I would defend our territory as viciously
as they did. Especially if some hot surfer boy found his way into our
forbidden waters.

My dick was starting to get hard again. Seeing it grow before their
eyes, my buddies grinned at each other.

Soon enough I was lost in the embrace of the cult again, and with the
sand under me, the sun on top of me, and the sound of the waves forever in
my ears, I knew there was nowhere I'd rather be.

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