Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 10:53:48 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Beach Lockers Adventures, Part Four" by Jay Roberts  Gay Adult/Youth

"Beach Lockers Adventures, Chapter Four" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth

It was near eleven in the morning before I could finish the list of chores that
my dad had left on the kitchen table.

I walked down the three blocks on the way to the beach.  The cars were
parked diagonally with their grills toward the curb.  I loved checking out
these cars.  My favorite was the Cord and the Auburns.

I showed my ticket to be punched by the gray uniformed guard in front.  He
glared at the ticket and pushed his pith helmet back.  "You are already
punched for today, what's going on?"

It was hard to get him to realize that the guard, yesterday, had placed his
punch in the wrong place.  Grudgingly he let me in.  Geez, my folks paid ten
dollars for the season."

As I walked up the aisle toward my locker I could see that the door was
closed with the lock hanging.  No doubt my locker mate Wally was inside,
likely wanking off.

I removed the lock quietly and pushed the door open fast.  There was my
boy, sitting on the wood bench with his scout flashlight on, checking out his
pubic region.

"You got bugs?" I asked.

"No, but just today I got a few hairs.  Also under my arms."

"You're becoming a man, squirt," I said, but my eyes racked up and down
his long slim, hairless legs.  They were really nice.  "Let me have a lock at
those hairs, I promise not to pull them out."

I came close and leaned forward as he directed the light.  I guess my
scrutiny got his dickie exited and it began to rise.  Suddenly he grabbed me
by the shoulders.  "How about a smooch?"

There was nothing I'd like more.  After that session with him and had
thought about it at night, before falling asleep and my lips puckered out in
longing.

"Here," he said, patting his upper legs. Sit here facing me."

That was an unusual request but I was all for it.  I faced him, put one leg on
either side of his thighs and wrapped by arms around his moist back, moist
because the locker, with the door shut was stifling.

He wasted no time and tightened his grip on the back of my head and drew
me close.  As my lips touched his, I realized that the tip of his tongue was
there.  He ran it along my lips and I got dizzy from the effect.

"It's called a French kiss," he said with a hoarse voice.  "You like it?"

I groan out, "Yeah, but I think, according to my brother, that your tongue
should go inside."

"Oh, okay, let's."

Back came those boyish, full, warm lips against mine.  They were partly
open and suddenly his smooth tongue slide out and touched my tongue..  I
almost broke the kiss and leaped back but it was so good but I stayed put
and soon my own tongue, automatically began rubbing his.

The two of us were panting loudly from the effect.

When we parted, Wally said, "That was keen.  Let's do more."

"Like what?"

"Your backside is close to my hard on.  Just lift up and then settle down on
it."

"You dumb shit, you think I'm going to let you put your thing in me?"

"You let that old dentist do it.  I'm your friend.  Besides, we are sort of
boyfriends."

"We are?"

In sort of a reply, started giving me little hot kisses, maybe a dozen, then he
began what was fatal for me to resist, he played with my nipples.  Oh those
fresh fingers, then his lips sought them and suckled them like a sweet baby
boy.  I couldn't stand more.  I rose up on my toes and moved forward until I
could fee the head of his penis at the opening of my hole.  The lips had
involuntarily widened in preparation.  I was one fuck hound.

His rigid cock slid in smoothly as he gasped loudly.  "I'm not going to hold
out long.  Hey, can you feel my pubic har?"

"Oh yeah," I lied, "It's ticklng my ass cheeks.  But if you can't hold it, it's
okay Wally.  Whatever happens is alright."

He kissed me again, quickly, then put his hands on my waist and lifted me
up.  Then he lowered me.  The boy was using me as a fuck toy, but I loved
it.  His prick was rubbing me inside and making me drip.

Why is it that he can't seem to master his tennis backhand and yet he's
already an expert at fucking?

Oh yeah, he was trying out the fast in and out and them the slow one.  I
liked the wiggly one best.

The two of us were slick with sweat and sliding back and forth over each one
another's chest and belly.  It was sure friendly.

I watched Wally's young face as he fucked.  He had his eyes tightly shut but
his mouth was open gasping.  I thught he looked like my guppies when I fed
them.  I had learned about myself and now I decided to give Wally some
nipple play.

I pulled them gently and he groaned out.  "No Billly, it's too sexy and..."

Suddenly I felt his cock begin to vibrate back and forth and he let out some
helpless cum cries.  Just as his young, powerful spirts hit my insides I began
to follow.  Egg shell colored spooge flew out of the slit in the head of my
cock and painted his chest.  As he continued to jump and spirt, I followed
each of his hosing with a shot of my own.

At last we ended the (almost) agony of cuming.  We stayed there, his still
hard cock impalled.  "You want to go again?"  I asked.

He laughed and got soft.  "I wish."

Finally I got up on shaky legs, then I snapped my figners.

"I made a court reservation for one o'clock for paddle tennis.  You up for it,
now that your not up? Hah!"

"Sure, and this time I'll beat you."

"Not likely young one, but who ever wins, fucks the other."

"You're on, let's go."


End of story