"Hey, stud muffin!" Chad heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, yourself, hot stuff!" answered the punk. If anything his cock seemed to get bigger inside Chad's mouth, as he got up.
Strong arms hugged the punk. Chad could feel the muscled arms all over him and the punk.
"Nice suit!"
"Yeah, I got your buddy Chad to replace it," the punk said.
"Oh, so that was what was up with the bag you asked me to put in Chad's locker. A threatening note, or pieces of your old wet suit?"
"Actually, one the cords I use form my friendship bracelets," the punk said, "But enough about that. I've missed you, now pull down my zipper, and get to it!"
"Right here on the beach?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Well, it is pretty deserted," Chad's buddy said as he pulled down on the zipper.
The punk's butt hung out, and daylight streamed in. Chad could see the big cock blocking the light. He recognized the cock as it plowed the surf punk. Before he knew it, the surf punk was blowing his load into Chad, and the Rick's cum was dripping out of the surf punk's ass and inside Chad. He felt Rick grab Chad's dick hard and yank it and the zipper shut.
"Okay, Ali, I'm hungry, let's go get some pizza and burgers," Rick said.