A Summer Tribute
A Summer Tribute A story based of off true events
"Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled. They looked at each other's choice, Patrick (your everyday Golden Retriever) had thrown rock, and his buddy John (a chubby grizzly) had thrown paper. "Haha! 3 times in a ROW! Who's da champ? Im da champ!" John sang, while dancing around. Patrick rolled his eyes in annoyance. Matthew (a tall, but skinny German Shepard), who had grown tired of watching his friends play Rock, Paper, Scissors, stood up and looked out the window.
"What are we doing?!" he said with a heavy sigh. John, stopped dancing around, "Whada ya mean?" he said. "I mean, like, we've wasted our SUMMER! School starts again tomorrow, and we didn't do anything all summer!" John paused and thought, "We got drunk and arrested after graduation." "Besides that, I mean, let's not waste our last day, let's go to the beach or something." "Ugh, I hate the beach!" Patrick said, finally contributing to the conversation. "Well, we might as well go, its not like we're doing anything else!" John suggested. "Then it's settled, I'll go get my swim stuff, you guys should go home and do they same, come back when your ready, alright?" Matthew decided. Patrick shrugged, and John nodded, and they left.
Matthew went up to his room, and began searching through his dresser. Everything was a mess, his life had gotten really complicated since his Dad kicked him out on his 18th birthday. "Jesus, do I even have a swimsuit?!" Matthew complained as he threw his already cluttered clothes out of the dresser. "I guess that's a no!" Matthew said after he finished his search. He took out his cell phone. He thought for a moment, "Let's see, Patrick's swimsuits will be to tiny for me," he decided, "which leaves....John...." He shuttered at the thought. "God John has so much fa- er FUR, that those things would slip right off! Well, I guess I haven't got a choice."
He called up John, "Um, John? Yeah, this is Matthew. I can't find a swimsuit, do you think you could bring an extra?..........Yeah, I know, their gonna be big but, Patrick's will be too small......thanks.....". First Patrick arrived, with this is beach towel and umbrella at the ready, along with his camera. Soon after, John arrived, with his towel, and an extra pair of shorts. "Uh, their the smallest I could find..." John said. "Thanks" Matthew said, shyly. He quickly changed and they walked out to his car.
The drive was only a half hour, but ever second seemed like an hour wasted of their precious summer. When they finally arrived, they found a nice spot near short cliff where the could hear the ocean crashing on the rocks. "Ok, we're at the beach." Matthew said proudly. "Yeah, great. Now what?" Patrick said, obviously not wanting to be there. John and Matthew looked at each other and thought, it had been a while since any of them had been to the beach.
They walked up to the edge of the shore, still thinking. "I got it!" John said. "What's your idea?" Matthew said.
"Well, when people go to the beach, they usually get wet."
"And?"
"And I volunteer you to get wet first!" John said. Before, Matthew had a chance to process what that meant, he was pushed off the edge screaming like a little girl all the way to the bottom. Patrick walked to the edge and peered over it along with John. "Is he dead?" Patrick said. "We can only hope..." John replied.
Matthew was confounded, he couldn't tell which way was up, and the momentum of the water made it impossible for him to find out. He began to panic as he felt his lungs flatten, until he finally resurfaced. Matthew gasped for air, panting hard, and coughing. He could hear John laugh above him. "GOD DAMN YOU! I ALMOST DIED YOU ASSHOLE!" Matthew yelled. "Darn! Next time I'll be sure there's no 'almost' in there!" John yelled back. Matthew mocked him as he turned towards the ocean.
The water was really nice, it wasn't cold, where you didn't want to go in, but it wasn't warm to the point that you got no relaxation from the water. Matthew closed his eyes, "This is a good way to end the summer." he said to himself. Suddenly a wave hit Matthew causing him to be dunked underwater.
The force of the wave, was powerful, but this time he resurfaced quickly, but, something wasn't right. He felt, colder...almost like he was na- Matthew gasped. He was naked! Matthew turned away from the ocean and started frantically looked around for his trunks in the water. "It had to be caught on something, otherwise it would be floating on the top of the water somewhere." he thought to himself.
He held his breath and dunked his head in, but kept his ears up. He looked around, but the water was too murky to see anything. "NICE ASS HOMO!!!" Matthew heard someone shout. He quickly took his head out of the water with a small girly shreek, realizing that by bending over, he was giving people a nice view of his ass. He dove into the water to hide himself.
After a while he rose up and gasped for, he noticed a stallion, sitting on a surf board laughing at him, obviously the guy who saw his bare butt. Matthew felt shame fill his body. Suddenly the surfer stopped laughing for a moment, and then continued his laughter, only much more severely. Matthew regretting looked down only to see his member was fully erect, poking out of the water.
"HOW AM I ENJOYING THIS?!?!" Matthew screamed in his head. He then quickly squatted, removing his rock hard rod from view. The surfer eventually left, leaving Matthew alone. Which in this case is a good thing. Matthew quickly made his was around a corner on a cliff, revealing a open beach with tons of people enjoying its existence. "Fuck!" Matthew said to himself. He could see the path back up to where his friends where, but more importantly, his towel.
He started plotting a way to get to the path unnoticed, but he was interrupted, by a wolf cub. "Mommy what'z tat ting?" the cub said, pointing around Matthew. Matthew followed the cub's finger, only to see that his cock was poking out from around the cliff, along with his head. Matthew let out another one of his little shrieks, and quickly hid, before the mother could see.
Matthew couldn't understand how he could blush, because it was obvious that all his blood was going to his penis! Matthew peered around the corner agan, this time, making sure his cock wasn't exposed. Matthew noticed some palm trees on the way there, and decided it was his best bet. He did a little prayer, and sprinted to the first tree.
It was only like a 30 second run but to Matthew it seemed to last forever. With every step he took, his member and balls would bounce around, only arousing him even more. At last, he made it to the first tree. He looked back, it seemed impossible, but somehow Matthew made it through with out anyone noticing him.
The rest of the way there was a snap, each thick palm tree was only a meter or so away from each other, all the way to the path. The path was clear, and it seemed to easy, but Matthew ran with out thinking twice. Luckily, no one saw! Matthew made a last sprint back to where his friends and him set, there stuff. To his luck, his friends were not to be found. He quickly dug through the stuff, looking for a towel to cover himself, when suddenly he jumped to an all to familiar voice yelling, "SAY CHEESE!" Matthew turned and tried to cover himself, but it was too late, CLICK, CLICK! One from the front full body, showing his fully erect cock, and one from the back full body showing his fuzzy ass.
"Looks like someone lost my bathing suit!" John teased, him begin the one who snapped a shot from behind him. "Looking for this?" Patrick teased as well, holding a towel. "GOD DAMN YOU GUYS!" Matthew yelled. "I guess he doesn't want the towel..." Patrick said. "No! No! I want it! Give it to me!" Matthew said, now fearing that someone would walk by. "Beg for it! Get on your knees and beg!" John suggested. Matthew didn't hesitate, he got on his knees and grasped his hands, like he was praying and shook them, "Please oh, please give me the towel!" Matthew pleaded, with tears now rolling down from his eyes. "Good boy!" Patrick teased, before tossing him the towel. Matthew quickly rapped him self up.
John and Patrick sat beside him, "Now what to do with these pictures? Facebook?" Patrick said. Matthew began to plead again, "Please don't! PLEASE! NO!" John chuckled, "Can you say, 'Blackmail'?"