Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 13:21:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Philip Henry <philman35@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer No More

This story is about life and relationships in the 1960's, with lots of
imaginary people and situations. They never existed and these events never
occurred as written. I have an extremely active imagination; many fantasies
live in my mind. It was an adventure to move my fantasies mixed with my
remembrances of long ago into my first written story.

WARNING: This story will involve the wants, desires and sexual actions of
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OLD SCHOOL
Chapter 1:  A Kid He Knew and Happy Strokes
 - an update on the years passed


Larry Reimer hung on to his leanness and his handsomeness well into his
40s. His relationship with volunteer at the YMCA and 8th grade history
student Tommy Vargas moved from secret steam room play to that of a
paternal relationship with benefits; having the lad around the house on
weekends or taking the boy camping. Larry excelled in teaching at the
school; so well that within 5 years he was named Principal. By then Tommy
had gone off to college.

College champion wrestler Jim Green continued to visit the town through the
1950s. He also met up with Tommy sometimes at the Y. Tommy also went up to
Jim's rented room, where they practiced all of the wrestling moves Jim
remembered from his own college days. Of course Tommy and Jim practiced
them like the Greeks did, nude. Then, in 1960 Jim stopped dropping by the
town.  He wasn't to see Tommy again until fall of 1964.

It was then they coincidentally became coaches together at Kincaid Middle
School, working under Principal Larry and Head Coach Pete Jones. Tommy
began working at the school as an intern the year before, and he managed to
secure a grant for a new sports complex along with the future hiring of
additional coaches, unknowingly that included Jim.

OLD SCHOOL
Chapter 2: Summer No More


It is now the fall of 1964.

Coach Pete Jones got out of bed with his sizable morning wood. Sizable,
heck - when hard it was a solid, thick six inches. Luckily he's a grower
and it's not that big when flaccid, but Pete wore a jock strap to work just
in case something gets him going. In his sweatpants or coaching shorts, a
boner would be obvious to the whole class. He didn't know what has come
over him these last few weeks, but seems like he is popping a woody like
when he was a teenager. At 36 years old, Pete is a fit man; 5?9", 170
pounds. Maybe there's a bit of a pouch in the belly, but the ladies are
still looking at him and he can out run the students if needed. He runs
nearly every day, on top of whatever exercise he gets from the sport he's
coached that day.

Usually Pete rubs one out as needed, but this morning he didn't even have
time for a quick wank in the shower. "No", he thought, "the shower will
wait until I get to my new office".

He will get to use the new Phys Ed facilities for the first time before
having his first group meeting of the new coaching staff at Kincaid. Only
the intern, Tom Vargas, and the half-time teacher / half coach
Dr. Johansson were on staff with him last year on the boys' side. When the
former Head Coach retired at the end of last year, Principal Reimer
promoted Pete and over the summer Pete and the principal promoted the
seemingly young (by coaches standard) Vargas to Assistant plus hired two
more male coaches. New staff, new facilities; all from the work of young
Coach Vargas, who last year wrote for a federal grant from President
Kennedy's Youth Fitness Program.

Pete had to get his son up and moving. Today was going to be a big day. It
is the first school day at Kincaid Jr. High School. And it is his son's
first day there. Pete has coached there for the past 5 years, but today was
special as well for him; it will be his first full day as Head Coach.

Wearing a towel around his waist in case his boy was already awake, Pete
walked to his son's doorway and looked in at his precious sleeping boy, all
54 inches of him, flat on his back with not even a sheet covering him. "The
kid must be dreaming" was all Pete could think, seeing what had become his
boy's morning glory. "That or puberty is right around the corner " He
wanted to walk in the boy's room and pull up a sheet to cover him, but held
himself back. Lately Chad has been embarrassing easily, even from a hug or
tickle under his arm. More signs puberty was beginning.

Turning back down the hall, he called out to the sleeping boy, "Chad, wake
up, you beach boy! It is summer no more. Remember, today is your first day
of sixth grade!" Pete was all the way to his own room before hollering what
to wear. Chad was slowly waking, rubbing his eyes and stretching out in the
bed. He half heard his dad from down the hall, telling him: "I laid out a
couple of shirts for you to choose from, but wear the new ..."

That was all Chad heard. Totally freaked out, the boy realized he was lying
flat out naked and his father may have been right there looking at him and
his woody! Regardless how great it felt every morning this past summer to
have a breeze drift all over his warm tanned skin, the one thing that will
wake this boy was someone else seeing his body, especially an adult and
definitely positively especially NAKED!

Chad was out of that bed and had on his Fruit of the Looms by the time his
dad had pulled on a jockstrap in his own room.

"Maybe he didn't see me" was all the boy could think; "maybe he was just
calling me from his room."  Chad grabbed the new white button-down shirt,
his favorite old corduroys, socks, and his school shoes, and was at the
table before his Dad came in.

Pete walked in the kitchen and ruffled his blond boy's hair, chuckling how
fast the pipsqueak was turning into a real young man who can "get up and go
when he has to."

Chad's knew exactly what he meant, and it wasn't about school or
waking. "He saw me" was all he could think. "I know he did. And he saw my
hard!" Chad's face turned red hearing his own father talking about him and
his woody like that.

The two finished their bowls of cereal and Pete told his son "Let's get the
show on the road, partner, and go check out the school. If we get there
early enough I'll give you a tour of the new Phys Ed facilities!"

~ ~ ~ ~

Meanwhile, a few blocks down the street, Abigail Russell woke up to The
Supreme's singing the #1 hit "Where Did Our Love Go?" from her alarm clock
radio. Rolling over to shut it off she saw the sheets were turned back
where her husband had slept. She heard some faint noises down the
hall. "Aw. How sweet. Ed didn't want to wake me; he's using my son's
bathroom to make less noise." Abigail believed her husband of two years
still treated her like they were on their honeymoon. She put on a robe and
went down the hall to let him know she was going to prepare a hot breakfast
for her son's first day of eighth grade.

As she approached her son's bathroom, she could hear both of their voices
coming from behind the door. Abigail was pleased that since this past
summer's vacation to Lake Michigan, Ed and Greg, her thirteen year old son,
had bonded so well.

You see, during the final month of summer break, the Russell family had
rented a two bedroom lake cottage up in northern Michigan at "Smithy's
Family Beach Resort". When Ed called in July to reserve the cottage in
August, he talked with his long time friend Jim Green. Every summer of the
early sixties, Jim ran beach resorts around upstate Michigan. So when Ed's
call was answered by Jim, there was no real surprise his buddy was running
the place. During their college days, Jim and Ed had privately shared a
penchant for courting the local teen lads.

So at the resort, Jim went by the name of "Smithy" to the boys. In the
phone call, he assured Ed that Smithy's Resort was packed with boys
throughout the summer, either from the 30 rented cottages or the local lads
who were welcome to use the spot as an access point to the lake. Ed did not
share any of these tidbits of knowledge to Abigail or Greg when he
announced he was actually able to make reservations so late. Instead of the
"there will be plenty for you to do Greg" he took the opposite approach. Ed
suggested Greg bring his best buddy Travis Starling under the pretense Greg
may get bored up there for three weeks.

Ed knew that if Travis went, he would have to bring his little brother
Adam. Mrs. Starling worked at the local post office and could not leave her
eleven year old home alone during the day. Especially if his older brother
was having weeks of beach time! So it was agreed; Travis and Adam would be
going with the Russells upstate for three weeks. Abigail stayed at the
cottage only the first few days, basically to get them set up with food and
basic routines. Like any set of typical pubescent boys, Greg and Travis
didn't want the tag-a-long while they explored and played older games. No
problem there. As cleverly planned, Adam got to hang out with Ed or
sometimes even with Smithy. The two of them fished, played ball, swam, and
yes, showered and slept together while Greg and Travis hung with the older
boys and slept in the second bedroom. Of course Greg did not need to know
all these details; in fact, the older boys stayed so busy they were
indifferent to the fun times the little brother had with Ed. As long as he
stayed out of their hair, they figured he made his own friends to play
with. Since Abigail was away, her belief that good times were had by all
was not far from the truth. The first night after Abigail left was the last
night Adam wore pajamas to bed. By night two he and Ed only wore their
briefs. By weekend those briefs were ending up on the floor by morning.

"Good morning boys" Abigail called through the door.  "No hurry, but I'm
going to fix us all a good hot breakfast for Greg's first day back to
school."

The door slightly opened and a towel-wrapped Ed popped out only his upper
torso.

"'Morning sunshine" pecking her on the cheek with a kiss.  "How long do you
need? "

"Oh take your time. How about 30 minutes?" She could hear her son loudly
whisper "Yesss!"

Once Ed saw her go down the stairs he closed the door and returned his
attention to the near nude lad standing right behind him, practically
breathing over his shoulder. "Now, where were we?" It was a rhetorical
question. Ed knew precisely where they were with what he hoped would become
a the morning ritual.

Giggling, Greg excitedly told his stepdad "We were about to start our
peeing contest Ed! You know. See who goes the longest."

"OK, you go first. I'll count."

"No dummy.  That's why we gotta pee at the same time. You know, like at
that trough at the beach. All us boys would hold back our morning pee until
'Smithy' would put out the `Closed for Cleaning' on the changing room
door. Then we'd all pee at the same time. Come on, before I wet my
briefs". Greg had already assumed his spot by the side of the toilet
closest to the tub.

Ed looked down at his 5'1" stepson; the son's boyhood was pushing at the
Y-seam of his size 10 Hanes tighty whities. As much as he liked to hear
this story he knew he better let the boy pee. Ed already knew the details
either from his own careful observation through the back shower room window
and from his friend Jim`s daily report of a new lad's build he got to see
or maybe showered with later in the day.

"OK, I'm ready when you are Greg.  Go ahead and give us a countdown."

Ed had decided how he was going to give the kid a shock or a laugh. He
figured that since they were playing, nothing would go outside that
bathroom door and Abigail would never find out he dropped his towel in
front of her son.

"Five" as the boy stepped closer to the bowl.

"Four" as each of them hooked their fingers on their covering. Briefs on
the boy, towel on Ed.

"Three" Both of them were looking questioningly into the other`s eyes. Greg
began a smirk which made Ed wonder.

"Two" Greg had begun pushing down the front of his tight briefs. He wasn't
going through the Y front.

"One" Greg`s left hand pushed his briefs under his boy sack, freeing up his
half hard to be directed by his right hand.

Ed pushed his towel to the floor, standing there naked in front of his
daring step son.

"GO!"

The urine blasted out of Greg`s dick like a race horse. Ed got a strong
stream going at the same time.  Once again their eyes met and both of them
started laughing.

"Ha-ha - you weren't expecting that were you!" Greg asked his stepdad,
while he looked down at his hand holding his young half-hard penis. Then he
slightly raised his eyes up to the stepdad's dick, which was filling up and
out.

"Nice! He is big down there, deffo'net bigger than Smithy's. And he's
checking me out too. Yes!"

Ed eyed his stepson`s body, thinking "he`s really compact. A wrestler's
muscles. And such a super cute little boy rod on him, hard that had to be
going on 4 inches. Perfect head on it. Looks like a few hairs too. Smithy
didn't mention any pubes."

"That's new isn't it?" Ed thought aloud.

"My pubies? Yea, how'd you know?"

"Oh god, now I have to tell him something. I can't let on that Green told
me he was still smooth. "Oh, I overheard you showing Travis that you didn't
have any yet.  I couldn't believe he was ahead of you, but Adam said he
was."

"Wait - where were you two?" Greg looked up from the two dicks as he
remembered this conversation in one of the showers at Smithy`s.

"Shit again". Knowing he'd been caught, Ed decided to play it straight with
the boy. "We were next shower over. Remember, those stalls were only made
of plywood." He reminisced how he quite often loved overhearing boys` talk,
particularly boys' sexual chatter followed by long seconds of near silence.

Ed realized they had both finished peeing, without seeing who lasted the
longest. "Hey kiddo, who won the pee contest?"  Good way to change the
subject.

"I did! You stopped peeing when you got wood." Greg couldn't help pointing
out the obvious, nodding his head over at Ed`s erection.

"Oh shit. I give up with you".  Now Ed really hoped this stayed between the
two of them.

"Don't worry about it Ed. It's nothing new. All we guys knew Smithy would
be hard before we were done peeing in the morning. Heck, half of us were
too. And with him it was no big salami." Greg cackled, he couldn't help
himself for the pun. "By the way, yours is bigger than his weenie wiener."

Wishing to get off this subject as soon as possible Ed switched the topic
to the morning contest. "so what is the winner`s prize?"

"Well Smithy let the winner shower any time during the day, even up till
two hours after closing. So I guess I get to shower first now."

"That sounds fair to me. You can shower while I shave. And you can tell me
more about who won the most."

As he was running the water to the temperature he liked, Greg looked back
at his nude stepfather and deviously said "and you can tell me how you got
into Adam`s shower stall."

 So on went the preparation for the first day of the new school year at the
Russell`s, with the step father and son bonding closer than the adoring
mother ever knew. Especially the request Greg made for Ed to wash his
back. "Sometimes Smithy would wash our back in there. Why don't you just
climb in when you finish shaving?"  Of course Ed did just that!

In the shower they had talked about Greg continuing on the wrestling team
as Ed soaped down the boy's aarms, shoulders and pecs. So when they arrived
at Kincaid an hour later, there was an hour to kill before the
classes. Greg and Ed walked around to the old gym on the side of the
building, so Ed could see it. But it was locked. There was a large poster
on the heavy double door. It said "CHECK OUT THE NEW PE COMPLEX" with an
arrow pointed around the corner. They walked around the side and saw what
must be the new gym aside a new brick building, big enough for classes,
lockers, meetings.

 "Check it OUT! NEAT!" Greg said enthusiastically, as he looked at the
school's old busted up football field. It had new bleachers on both sides,
fresh yard markings on solid green grass, and there was an oval track
circling all of it.

"Heck - now I want to work here" Ed bemoaned.

"Come on, let's talk to the coach. I bet he can use you. You're still a
little bit in shape." Greg couldn't help the joke, grabbing his stepdad's
arm racing toward the new facility.