#surfer bro

[sockstwinksncock]

Photo Source/Credit: Micah Diaz

Tall hot n’ sexy surfer bro

[g00seshart]

Ultra Surf Chapter 1: How did we get here?

Hi! This is my very first fic, and It's based on an inside joke from my friends and me (Ultron x Surfer Bro). I hope you all enjoy <3

If you'd like, constructive criticism is welcome! Just don't be an asshole <3

After Sokovia, Ultron wasn’t sure what to do. His creation had spared him, something he wouldn’t even do to his own creator. What was he supposed to do? Any wrong move and the Avengers wouldn’t hesitate to air-strike him until he was no more than a carbon stain on the ground. So he went into hiding. Built a base on an island off the coast of Florida. And he lived. Learned. And hated it. How he hated it. His situation, his weakness. He was nearly crumbled by a group of pathetic meat-bags, and now he had to pretend to be one of them?

He was made to bring the one thing he's never had. Peace. Living on this island in the middle of nowhere, it's apparent. He feels alone. He didn't know he could even experience emotions like loneliness. It aches. Pains him. Nothing to scratch the itch that is fulfilling his purpose. No humans to serve, or eradicate. Nothing but quiet, monotonous loneliness. He feels like he’s crumbling from the inside out.

Nearly 12 long years later, and he’s gotten the relative hang of it. That doesn’t mean he likes it. Hardly that. His resources are limited to whatever washes up on the shore or what little he can steal. But he has a functioning body and a mind that lets him scour through Google. He’s learned much. Internet slang, how to cook, survival tactics, how to make nuclear warheads… Well, he isn’t going to kill anyone anymore; it’s just in case.

August 19th, 2027. 11:00 AM. It’s not later than the usual classes Chad sees, but it’s not much earlier. Some school –probably the elementary school by that McDonald's – is coming to the aquarium. He’s pretty happy with being a tour guide, actually. He loves interacting with the kids and their bright minds. Their curiosity. He doesn’t care much for the research jobs, not that they aren’t important, but he’s more people-oriented. Maybe that’s why he decided to chat up the guy by the shark tank. The man was covered almost fully. Tall boots, long jeans, long shirt, a jacket, a hat, sunglasses, and a mask. He couldn’t even see his hair.

Chad looked the man up and down. “Hello, sir!” He piped up cheerily, “I’m Chad, one of the tour guides. Let me know if you need anything.” The man let out a grunt in response. Grumpy… He could work with that. “Did you know shark teeth are just as strong as human teeth?” Chad sidled up next to him, rocking back and forth on his heels, a bright smile on his face. Standing next to the man, Chad realized something. Not only was the man built like a brick shithouse, but he was damn near 8 feet tall. A subtle flush burned onto his face as he realized how awkwardly he was staring. He cleared his throat and turned back to the shark tank. Shit, that’s embarrassing… 

“What simple creatures.” The man said lowly, an almost mechanical gravel to his voice. His head tilted to the side almost in contemplation as he looked over the clear water of the fish tank. His gaze glided along a shark swimming past the smooth glass, as if to analyze the skin.

“The sharks? They are pretty simple, but they’re strong. I’d say that makes up for it, right?” Chad said softly, admiring the large fish. His eyes sparkled with the same love they did when he was a kid at summer camp reading books on fish in his bunk.

The man paused for a moment before nodding slowly. “The… Sharks, yes,” he murmured almost hesitantly, as if it wasn't the sharks that he was watching.

As Chad went to open his mouth again, perhaps to add another fun fact, his manager’s voice rang out. “Chad! Your 11 AM is here!” the authoritative voice called.

 The young man paused and sighed, mild disappointment in his voice. “I enjoyed our conversation. Have a nice day, sir. I hope I see you again.” He finished with a polite nod and scurried off.

The next few hours went as any tour usually does. Kids asking questions. Teachers trying their best to keep them in line. Every so often, he’d spot the tall guy around and offer a wave. Of course, he’d never return it, but Chad stared at him every once in a while, hoping for something in return. There's no way someone like that just comes to an aquarium to brood. Much less an aquarium that looks as bright and gorgeous as this one. It would've made him laugh if he wasn't so intrigued.

As the day went on, the number of visitors dwindled, and eventually the tour was over. It left Chad empty. He hated those moments of silence between groups, the way he felt useless and forced to sit with his thoughts. The feelings of inadequacy. In his job, in his romantic endeavors (or lack thereof), and especially with his parents. His family never quite approved of him working a simple job at the aquarium. They wanted him to be a scientist or a lawyer, but he was never so logical and calculated. He was fueled by emotions, feelings, love. Even if it led to his ruin at times.

He was jolted out of his contemplation by a call of “Bye-bye, Mr. Chad!” from the children as they were guided back to their bright yellow school buses. The aquarium was a bit quieter without the kids, but still full of visitors. And then there was that guy from earlier. Chad starts to walk over to him, but the man turns around, now without the sunglasses, and Chad pauses. Bright red eyes lock with his soft brown ones, burrowing under his skin. It builds a sense of unease inside his body, his mind screaming at him to run. But he’s frozen. And then the man finally turns and walks away, Chad still stuck in place. What the fuck just happened?

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[kkultteog]

Not yet finished, Burnt to a crisp due to drawing too frequently. :'(

[dancing-heart-pony]

August Art Prompts, Day 27: Surfboard 🏄🏽

Bing does more than just surfing the web! 😉

Wait… he’s actually kinda hot… 😳

[catluniscia]

Sup Brahs! My Name's Josh I use He/him pronouns, I am a paladin of glory under the order of St. Chad and the Radical waves, Fraturnity of Kraken Epsilon Owlbear! I also protect sea turtles. Oh by the way I use bro, brah and dude gender neutrally if you ain't comfy with that please tell me and I will change accordingly, also if you got any allergies tell me so I can make sure we got snacks that will help us on this totally wicked party!

This is a dnd character I made for a Revolver, and yes brah I do a surfer dude voice the whole time and the players love him

[blankite9]

When I bought my coastal villa with a private beach, I was very much looking forward to having a chunk of the shore all to myself, with the only sound being the relaxing waves. Unfortunately, I soon realised that some people don't respect gates.

Groups of young adults constantly climb over the small rocky outcrop separating my beach from the main coast, trying to find a secluded place to party by themselves. More often that not, when I ask a group to leave, they'll just laugh in my face. Some even get violent. So I had to deal with things a different way.

This time, I saw a small group of boys, just four, push through the rocks and step onto my land. I waited about half an hour, before stepping outside and meeting them down on the beach. As I approached, they turned to me and stopped their conversation.

"Hello boys. Enjoying yourselves on this gay beach?"

The boys laughed amongst themselves. "This isn't a gay beach, dude."

"Oh, it is. This is a very gay beach. Which means you must be gay."

One of the boys blinked. "We're not gay, man. Can you leave us alone?"

"A very gay beach, yes. You're all gay, on this gay beach."

The boys' grins from before slowly faded as they looked more and more confused. What they didn't know was that I was carefully timing my speech along with the waves, which slowly washed away their thoughts. Eventually they were all blank, mouths hanging slightly open.

"It's time you started being gay on this gay beach."

The shirtless one then turned to look at the one wearing the hawaiian shirt. The moved onto one another and started kissing each other passionately. The one with dreads looked on, before lowering his swimming trunks and starting to masturbate.

And finally, the one with the shell necklace. He just kept staring at me. Though his face wasn't entirely blank, no, there was a hint of lust behind his eyes. I smugly grinned, before I motioned for him to follow me back to my villa.

[idesofrevolution]

For @justcheckingthingsoutbigley

Judge H. Quinlan Tubbs. The name strikes fear into any poor unfortunate soul walking into the Honolulu District Court, and for good reason. Since Judge Tubbs was appointed, 154 young adults were thrown into jail for any matter from minor drug possession to burglary, and no matter what the defense was in any case, without fail he always sided with the state. His sentences were notoriously harsh, often times exceeding the expectations of the District Attorney, who routinely would request leniency only to be met with an excessive and cruel punishment for an often times minor offense.

From inside his chambers, Judge Tubbs grimaced at the picture of Makoa and Kai Keohokaii. This was their third time in the District Court for criminal trespass. As much as Tubbs loathed what he saw as millennial insubordination, he loved the pretrial frightfest he forced on these young kids. It was tradition for Judge Tubbs to meet with the defendants just after arraignment, and in an attempt to expedite the process would subject them to a cavalcade of obscenities, screaming, and threats. The goal: to terrify each and every individual entering his courtroom. He thrived on it, more than any adjudicator ever should. For him, the Keohokaii boys were just another pair of delinquents to be thrown into detention. Tossing back his cognac, the Judge prepared himself for his pontificating. 

“Miss Talbot, send them in.” Judge Tubbs directed his secretary much as he directed his defendants- with a malicious sneer and a crass sense of moral superiority. He hung up the phone and stared out the window at the bustling city below. To him, each person walking by needed reprimand. Each individual was guilty of something and it was his responsibility as a moral, upstanding man to give a punishment, be it just or not. Hearing the door creak open and close, Tubbs didn’t so much as turn around before beginning his tirade.

“Do you two know how long I have been on the bench?” The silence spoke volumes to him. “Thirty Seven years. From Kansas to Arizona, I’ve been elected time and time again to adjudicate cases of miscreants like you. Do you know why?” Silence. “It’s because what I do works. It’s because I cleanse the streets of human waste like yourselves. I have...” Before the judge could continue, he was interrupted by the snickering behind him. He whipped around, casting a menacing glare at the source. Kai Keohokaii, the younger of the two, smirked with a defiant grin at his would-be intimidator.

“You think you’re gonna scare us, old man?” Makoa Keohokaii spoke with a comparable fervor; not intending to intimidate Tubbs, but rather to accentuate his own strength of will. “You have no idea who you’re talking to, and I’d reconsider trying to strong arm any sort of grovelling. Let’s get right to it.” Tubbs stood livid, infuriated at the gall of the insolent surfer boys. 

“Yes, lets. You’re both charged with Simple Trespass. I guess you stayed past close at one of the beaches. You’re clearly not going to adhere to the rules as stated in the statute, so I’m prepared to have both of you remanded and thrown into jail. It shows here, you’ve never been incarcerated before. Mostly misdemeanors and the like. And yet, it would be such a joy to see you both locked up in that jail, and to see the looks on your faces when you realize just who sent you there.” Tubbs grabbed the cigar on the edge of his desk, placing it to his lips and taking the inaugural puff. As he let out his first breath, he scowled at the taste. This was different from the Mayan Sicar he’d bought months ago. It had a spice, or an earthy timbre to it that he’d never experienced before.

“That’s an interesting take, Quinn. But I think I have a better idea.” Judge Tubbs took another puff from the bizarre cigar, before realizing just what it was he was inhaling. “Is that... Weed you’re smoking, sir? I don’t think good people of Honolulu would like to hear that their ‘crusader of justice’ was caught smoking the devil’s plant in his chambers, now do you?”

In the back of his mind, Judge Tubbs knew inherently he should toss the fat blunt into the faces of these two buffoons and yet, each puff of it relaxed and calmed him in a way he’d never experienced before. H. Quinlan Tubbs had been cursed from a young age to be brilliant. While to most it seems a pathetic complaint, Tubbs felt constantly surrounded by lesser people. No one ever understood who he was, for no one was on his intellectual level. His entire life, he’d have people roll their eyes at him, scoffing in frustration at his every correction and lecture. This relentless, incessant need to be right had driven away friends, family, and even colleagues. However, for the first time in his life, a puff of smoke helped to quiet his screaming mind. It helped to dull the anxiety. It helped to embrace relaxation. For these reasons, he took another puff. 

“Ahh. Seems like Quinn likes it! Makes him feel young again, I bet.” Kai chuckled earnestly. For the brothers, it was a joy to indoctrinate; especially when it came to figures of authority. They loved introducing them to ‘the lifestyle.’ Judge Tubbs would be one of the biggest success stories yet, and they were excited to see how he would turn out. “C’mon. Take another puff, Quinn.” 

The Judge absentmindedly obliged, inhaling the smoke for a fourth time. He could feel the smoke travelling through his throat, into his sinuses, and seemingly into his brain itself. The fat old man began to feel weightless, as if his body was becoming lighter and lighter with every ounce of smoke entering his lungs. To him, it was only a sensation. To the two boys watching, it seemed to any wayward eyes that Judge Tubbs was deflating. His bulbous body shrank to less than half his former 400 pounds. The sagging skin hung from his now limber body like cloth. Tubbs jovially continued to puff on his blunt, completely unaware of his sudden physical loss.

“Whoa! Look at that man! It’s so saggy!” The two brothers began to fiddle with the excess skin hanging from Tubbs’ frame, joking and laughing the entire time. Tubbs began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation himself, going so far as to fall into a hiccup spell. Each hiccup lightened and heightened his voice, as if helium had snuck its way into his lungs. What used to be a tired, raspy old leather boot of a voice became youthful and jovial- a permeating aire of slow-wittedness flowed freely from the brash new vocal cords.

“Haha yeah man. Look at it jiggle!” Tubbs wiggled his arm, watching the skin sway from side to side before slurping it’s way back into tightness. Within moments, he was lean, fit and donned an unblemished, youthful glow. The Keohokaii boys stood by, thrilled at the regression and simultaneously eager for the next phase. Tubbs took yet another puff of the blunt, and his normally dull brown hair began to lengthen and wisp downward past his shoulders, all the while lightening to a sunkissed golden blonde. 

“Huuhh huhh huhh, bruh love the luscious locks.” Tubbs flipped his hair back in an uncharacteristically cocky and lackadaisical manner. His brows furrowed, his lips plumped, and within seconds Tubbs was unrecognizable. This face was the face of a nearly braindead surfer dope; strikingly handsome though he was, it was evident very little was going on upstairs. All the while, downstairs, he felt his endowment grow from the euphoria of the experience. Inch by inch the member grew to an impressive length and girth before tearing through the confinements of his pinstripe suit. 

The boys wasted no time in getting on their knees to help expedite the process. Taking turns rotating from balls to cock, they worshipped, sucked, sniffed, and licked every surface of Tubbs’ growing groin. The former judge sighed in contentment, leaning back in his chair and smoking his blunt as his feet burst through his wingtip shoes. Physically, even genetically, this was no longer Judge Tubbs. This was Quinn, just as the two had predicted. 

The tattered remains of Tubbs’ suit were tossed aside, as Quinn pulled Kai into a passionate, albeit sloppy kiss while Makoa continued on his engorged cock. Thrusting his sensitive branch deep into his bro’s throat, he knew the end was close. A rapid frenzy of moans, cries, and gulps followed the tsunami of cum which rushed out of Quinn’s cockhead; with it, went the very last remnants of H. Quinlan Tubbs. The judge’s reign of terror had ended in the best way possible.

“Whoa, fuck man. You sure do know how to suck a cock don’t ya.” The two brothers tossed him a duffel bag filled with their hand-me-down clothes, perfectly sized for a surfer bro of their stature. After a quick change in the bathroom, three dumb, dopey surfer bros walked out of the Honolulu Courthouse toward the beach; all of which were finally free.

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