Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 15:29:04 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Beach Locker Adventures, Part One"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Young Friends, Gay Adult Youth, Gay history

"Beach Lockers Adventures, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay History, Adult
Youth, Young Friends

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In 1938 I was fourteen and a half. My parents paid for half share of a
locker at the beach.  My share cost only $10.  What a bargain.  Athletic
facilities were free...even rackets and balls.  In addition the bandstand
was used to star leading bands of the time.  Hey, Rudy Vallee, Guy
Lombardo, Vaughan Monroe to name a few.

Besides all those wonders, I was getting those body changes that fascinated
and excited me.  My willy was growing.  My underarms and pubes were
blooming with soft, light brown hair, just like that on my head.  But the
greatest changes was that my thoughts were crowded with sexual longings and
imaging.

That culminated at the beach.  Specially in the open air locker area.

These lockers were old and wooden, maybe fifteen years since they were
slapped together.  There were small spaces between the boards and in some
lockers, kids had made small holes with their scout knives.

The first week of the summer I was sunburned painfully, but that was the
usual beginning of the year.  But within two weeks the peeling stopped and
I was turning a berry brown.  When I looked in the small mirror inside the
locker I saw that my even teeth and blue eyes were enhanced.

"You're a fucking babe," I croaked in my thickening voice.

I suddenly shut up because I heard the locker next to mine open.  I moved a
towel aside that was hanging on a rusty nail and put my blue eye at a hole.
I had to stand on tip toes to see.

I spied a young fellow, maybe nineteen or so.  He was well dressed.  He
likely came directly from work. I bet he is a assistant stock broker or
banker.

He closed the door of his locker.  Mine was closed too.  They got really
hot but privacy required it.  He stood up and removed his jacket, vest and
then his shirt.  His upper body was now partly revealed as his athletic
shirt showing his strong shoulders and muscular arms.

My prick hardened and I rubbed it a bit to ease its excitement.  I hoped my
heavy breathing could not be heard nor the loud beating of my heart.

He sat on the wooden seat and leaned down to remove his black loafers.
They looked expensive.  Next his pants.  I backed up in surprise.  His
strong legs were covered in dark hair.  He sort of hoisted his underwear
pouch to reposition his balls I guess.  That motion went right to my own
newly enlarging ball sac.

He put one hand on each side of his undershirt and whipped it off.  Than
quickly wiggled out of his under shorts.  He stood still, naked.  He penis
was slightly full and curved to the right.

Suddenly he came right up to the spy hole and put his full lips close.  I
jumped back as he spoke.

"You're that cute kid in the next locker.  I've seen you.  Why not come
over here and be friendly like."

There was nothing more in the whole wide world that I wanted more than to
get with this handsome man.  I was a bit afraid that Wally, my locker mate,
a little younger than me, might arrive and discover my whereabouts.  But
passion won over and I slipped out and closed my locker and tapped lightly
on the one next door with the naked fellow inside.

"Come in Cutey," he drawled.

I was shaking, but eager as I opened the creaky door.  He was sitting down
on the bench his large man hand covering his treasure.

He suddenly removed his hand and I saw his large prick standing up hard.  I
let out a breath that might have seemed like a sigh.

"You like guy's stuff, huh?  Don't be shy, feel it."

His last words were spoken with a strong commanding voice.  As a kid, I was
accustomed to following order.  I reached for it and touched it.  It was
smooth and warm.

"That's it.  Rub it like you do yourself.  You do wack off don't you kid?
What's your name?"  "I do.  Billy.

He laughed at my short answer.

I heard him moan slightly as I passed my young hand up and down his long
cock.  He reached a hand and rubbed my bathing trunks right over the bulge
of my hard on.  My knees were shaking.

"You are one happy boy now, I can tell, and I'm going to make you happier.
Lean down now, between my legs."

I did so, and was quickly surrounded by his hairy legs.  He put a warm hand
on the back of my neck and urged me forward.  I began to smell the most
intimate odor I had ever experienced.  It seemed to radiated from his
prick.  The head was dotted with little dew drops.

"Kiss it!"  Came an order in firm voice, but it was easy to comply.  I
wanted to badly.

I allowed his hand to move me forward.  I never had any sexual experience
like this yet I seemed to slip into it.  My tongue slid out and I licked
the head and then kissed it.

He groaned.  "Oh kid, you killing me.  Open your mouth and suck it like a
candy cane."

I began to feel that the power had shifted.  He was pleading with me.  I
could grant his wish...if I wanted.  Shit I sure wanted.

I opened my mouth like a goldfish and wrapped my lips around the groove
just below his cockhead and licked the head steadily.  Freddie (that was
the young man's name) was dripping sweat in this enclosed spare and as I
looked up at him I saw that he was off in sex space.  His mouth was open
and his eyes rolling.  Was I good; or was I good?

I know how I spew and I know how it tastes, at least my jizz.  I was
anxious to make him shoot and taste his.  I grasped the shaft of his organ
and masturbated it while sucking wildly.  Freddie was almost sobbing with
excitement and his hairy hips were lifting and falling with a frustrated
fuck motion.  I knew I had him.

Now I steeled myself from choking and allowed his cock to slide down into
my throat.  In this position I kept swallowing.  He grabbed my head and
began fucking me.  I held still and waited for the delicious spunk I knew
he was about to deliver.

Suddenly he froze and then bellowed, "Here it comes to young punk."

Squeezing my head almost painfully he began to croon and buck until my
mouth was filled with sweet cum.  I drank it all and swallowed it.  Finally
I licked away the still oozing cock.

"Good boy.  You're the best cock sucker."

Like a fool, I was proud of it.

I slipped away and then headed for the beach.  I was still getting
erections as I walked along the path toward the swimming pool.  I noticed
several guys glanced down at my bulge and two started following me but soon
gave up.

I dove into the lap lane and swam with all my might trying to erase erotic
thoughts from my mind.  Soon, after fifty laps, I was really tired.  I
hauled myself out of the pool and walked back to the lockers.  I think,
somewhere deep in my mind, was a vague idea of more sex with Freddie.

When I reached my locker I saw that his locker door was open. I was about
to say hello when I stopped.  Freddie was not there.  A fat, heavily tanned
guy of at least forty years old was standing naked there.  I noticed his
very fat long cock and tremendous ball sac hanging but he was no turn on in
any way.

"Where's Freddie," I asked.

"He was my guest for a day.  He's gone and heading back to Washington,DC.
Did you have a session with him?"

"I don't know what you mean," I said cooly and went to my locker and opened
the lock and door and went in and sat on my bench.  I heard him leave and
before long there was a knock on my door.

"Who's there," I asked.

"It's Wally," said a young adolescent voice. It was Wally.

I opened the door and the kid came in.  Wally was a bit younger than me and
he looked like a kid.  Still he was pretty good looking.  What with his
curly blond hair and sleek hairless body, he was appealing.  I began to
wonder if I could get something started with him.

Wally was very comfortable with being naked in front of me.  I always
enjoyed his nice penis, quite big for his stage of development.  No hair
around it, but today I noticed a few blond hairs had formed.

"Hey Wally, you ever notice the guy n the next locker?"

"Oh you mean the old fat guy?"

"No a good looking fellow, Freddie."

"Oh yeah, he was here yesterday and the fat one told me he was leaving
soon.  Why you ask?"

I took a deep breath.

"Well something happened with him earlier today."

"Tell me about it," he said, now fully undressed and standing right in
front of me.  He smelled from the ocean.

"Well, I began..."


End Part One