From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: FCP: FINAL Beach Boy  (m/m, minors)
Date: 23 Nov 1995 11:33:15 -0500

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BEACHBOY

During the summer of 1982 I was lucky enough to have gotten a
nice little apartment on Brighton Beach, only one block from the
ocean.

Every morning I would walk on the beach, and during the afternoon
I would wander under the boardwalk, quite a different world,
especially with the beach being in NYC.

I engaged in a typical amount of boy watching, especially with those
boys who would wander under the boardwalk. A boy in those days
(not even to mention a man) could really get an education walking
under that boardwalk

One Saturday morning I was wandering around under the walk in a
fairly well populated area. People were scattered about, a few boys
and youth changing, little kids running around naked, people
avoiding the sun, one couple screwing under a blanket, just the
average sights.

I spotted a young black boy of about ten or eleven, who at first
seemed to me to be extremely hyperactive. He hovered around the
couple screwing for a while, moving from one foot to the other like
he really had to go to the bathroom. Every time that a man or a youth
would wander up to the back wall of the boardwalk to take a piss,
the boy would follow, stand right next to them, and would take out
his penis as if he had to urinate. He would spend all of his time
almost leaning over against the man or youth, trying to see their
penis. I watched this boy in action for about ten minutes before
realizing that he was not hyperactive, he was in a sort of sexual
frenzy. He was an extremely horny boy who wanted to look at as
many penises as he could.

Eventually not being able to hold off any longer, I wandered up to
the wall, took out my penis, and stood there like I had to urinate.
Sure enough, almost before I had my zipper down, the young boy
was there standing besides me, his erect penis out in his hand. I
noticed two things almost at once, one that he was a good looking
boy, and two that he had a fairly big penis.

I did not urinate, but kept my penis out for a few extra minutes so
that he could look at it. I figured that if the kid really got off at
looking at men's cocks, who was I to deny him. As I put my penis
back into my pants, realizing that a man could only stand there so
long with his penis in his hand, especially with a little boy standing
next to him, I looked over at him, smiled, and told him that he had a
nice penis.

I headed down the beach under the boardwalk, to a more secluded
area which came out near an area where boys use to hang out, and
where I would sometimes see them playing sexually with each
other.

As I rounded the bend, I heard someone coming up behind me.
Being that I was in NYC, and in a secluded place, I was ready to
panic, until I turned to find that the young black boy had followed
me.

When he approached me I could see his erection bulging in his
pants. He asked me if he could see my "dick" again, and if he could
touch and hold it. "I only want to hold it for awhile", he told me in a
low raspy voice.

I was at odds then, because I knew that he was very horny, and that
he wanted badly to be able to play sexually with someone, but I told
him that I did not feel safe standing there out in public while he held
my dick. I suggested that we go back to my apartment, and told him
how close it was, but he was a little scared to do that. I didn't really
blame him too much, after all, he did not know me.

Again the little boy said "pleeease!", as he put his hand over the
front of my crotch squeezing a little. This, of course, brought me
erect at once, which was not a good thing to have happen, as an
erection was well known for clouding thinking. Succumbing to his
charm, I told them that he could feel me up if he wanted to, but only
for a couple of minutes.

Happily he reached under the leg of my shorts, up into my
underpants, and brought my penis out into his hands. By this time I
was horny, and was ready to burst. He touched, caressed, and
examined me carefully, obviously enjoying him self very much. Not
seeing anyone lurking around our area, I took his penis out of his
pants the same way, and began to caress him.

After about two minutes he asked, "Don't you want me to suck it?" ,
and I almost melted right there. I again tried for my apartment, but
the boy told me that he couldn't go there. He told me that his older
brother was out on the beach selling sodas, and he had to hang
around. Whether or not his story was true, I knew that he was too
scared, one way or another, to go home with me.

The boy went down on me like someone who had been denied sex
for years. I know that he was disappointed when I lasted for about
forty-five seconds under his heavy attack. I felt a little better,
however, when returning the favor, he lasted only about thirty
seconds longer than I had.

When we had finished and put our cocks back away in our pants, he
smiled at me with an impish smile and asked " Do you want to fuck
me?" Ah, what a torturer. Of course I wanted to take him there right
under the boardwalk, or to bring him a little further under the
platform where sand dunes were built up, a favorite outdoor sex
location in that area, but I was too nervous. I was scared enough
about the activities we had already engaged in, let alone go further.

I told him that I would love to fuck him, and that I would love to
have him fuck me, but that we were not safe right out there where
anyone could walk by any minute. I told him that if he could come
to my apartment, even for just a little while, we could do whatever
he wanted to do. Of course, he refused.

When we parted, he said that he would see me the next day in the
same area where I had first met him. I went back the next day, but
he was not there, nor did I see him again for the rest of the summer,
even though I wandered the beach from Coney Island back to
Brighton Beach looking for him.

Every time I seen a black boy on the beach, I looked twice, hoping
that it was my little friend. I was sad when he did not appear again.
It was obviously that the little boy was lonely, that he liked men and
that he would have benefited from a relationship with a kind and
loving man. Even though the boy is now a young man, every time I
see a young black boy on the street, I look carefully at his face, still
looking for my little beachboy who was so fond of men's cocks.

The End


This story was, of course, in the pre-AIDS days, and if it were
to happen again (unlikely), proper safe sex precautions would
be followed.