By RbbrStorage
Jason could have sat there all afternoon. A California beach. A beautiful day. Pounding surf. And surfers. Hot, young, tanned, muscular surfers in tight, shiny rubber and neoprene wetsuits. This was the image that had brought Jason to California – this, and the fact that the declining U.S. dollar made it impossible for him to spend the entire summer in Europe. At 21, he had just graduated from college, had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, and was certain that a few months of wandering would clear his head and give him direction. And right now, that direction was due west, where he found himself drooling over the image of a masculine stud stripping out of his wetsuit in the middle of the beach and drying himself off. All those winters wasted in Michigan – if only Jason could have had parents who lived in California.
“You a surfer?”
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