From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: OPEN FLY
Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 03:55:58 GMT

We were 18 , 19 in that area and had the summer off. My folks didn't demand I
get a job, but I got one anyway waiting on tables during lunch at one of the
beach restaurants.
But before and after those few hours, I wore as little as possible and hung
out on the beach with other friends...my last carefree summer before college
and LIFE took its toll.
The hair became wheat colored and the skin red, then tan very quickly. My
skateboarding, swimming and laying around made sure of that. And I found I
could do the restaurant work while nursing a hangover or stoned.
And that's what me mainly did...smoking and drinking when we weren't swimming,
running, skamming the tourists and making rude remarks about everyone else on
the beach.
The cops quickly got to know us and warned us when they had to do a clean
sweep. That meant no pot in public or brewskies either. They were cool with us
so we helped them too, tipping them about pickpockets and trouble makers. The
beach had become ours..or we acted that way too.
I crashed at a nearby house with some friends most of the time. I could have
biked or skated home but as long as I told them where I was, the folks let me
alone.
They knew I was sowing my oats, as my Dad would say. And I was living it up.
My minimage wage barely helped of course, but the tips were
sizable..especially because I knew how to charm the customers. I guess I was
the postcard surfer looking kid, and I played it up with some of the charm I
inherited from my Dad. He was a mercedes salesman afterall.
And our outfits didn't hurt either. We wore white shorts and polo shirts. The
white showed off my tan wonderfully. And if i didn't wear anything under my
shorts, that added some sex appeal.
More then one woman kept staring at my crotch to see what she would see. For
that matter, men too tried to get a glance.
The other waiters and waitresses did the same thing. We laughed about turning
on the customers. Our manager wouldn't talk about it, but knew that a happy
customer buys more food and wine...so she just smiled and ignored our blatant
activities.
But as soon as my shift was over, I stripped naked, pulled on my boxers and
that was it for me.
Oh yea, I wore boxer shorts. It had become the fad, especially for beach kids
and it was cheap. I got some from my Dad..wild patterns too and they fit me
enough to be safe..but were large enough to slip very low on my hips.
And I didn't sew up the fly like some of my buds. I liked the air flowing and
if someone got a glimpse of my "meat and potatoes" so be it.
More then once while sitting around on the cinderblock walls, one of my
buddies would tell me I was "showing" and I'd pull the fly shut or move my
legs. But if I were really stoned, I'd say "to hell with it".
During that wonderful summer, I had the freedom to look at everyone who
walked, ran, swam or sunned too. My admiration for men who were fit, strong,
hung or just plain sexy could be enjoyed and nobody gave me crap about
it..since we commented on everyone, men and women.
But in the darkness of the place where I crashed, I'd spread my legs and think
about some hunk or stud I had seen and jack wildly till I couldn't take it
anymore and my body exploded.
Two of my buds, who usually crashed with me, would kid me about my midnight
machine gun. Nobody else got it, but we three knew what it meant and often
enjoyed watching or helping each other get off.
I didn't think of it as gay stuff, but getting off. Hell, I'd been doing that
since I could first shoot a load with my friends.
As time proceeded, however, the guys would meet girls and disappear for hours.
One or two waitresses asked me out too. And we'd go dancing till after hours
and I'd go home rather then accept their invitation to have a drink at their
place.
Hell, I could have had some wild times with them, I knew...and I mean
threesomes too.
But I was afraid they'd find out my secret...and that I couldn't even pretend
if my dick didn't get UP for them.
Sooner or later, I knew I'd have to do something about my fantasies, and then
I'd truly know if i were just an immature kid or gay.
Officer Rydell was one of the hot men I fantasized about. He wore tight blue
shorts and shirt emblazoned with the beach cop logo. His thick thighs pushed
the peddles of his bike up and down the length of the sidewalk daily. One time
I almost came while watching him and some other cops chase a purse snatcher
down the beach. His thick firm body was straining and moving as his legs
pushed the bike then ran the distance. When he dove at the robber, I felt
shivers go through me that took me almost to the point of orgasm.
The other guys began to kid me saying my woodie was showing. I adjusted my
fly, just in case they weren't kidding and said "Naw, I wanna be a cop like
him, he's so together".
"Jaime wants to be a cop like you" one of my buddies told Rydell one day when
he was talking to us. His thick lipped smile aimed at me.
"Really? Why?"
I stammered stuff like working with people, solving crimes etc. etc. and he
saw through it. Somehow I knew he did.
But I got an invitation to see the station house sometime.
I kept on my restaurant uniform that day and looked around the place. I
actually got interested in the stuff he was telling me..and turned on the
entire time.
"You know when you're on the beach, you wear those old shorts. You gotta watch
out or someone will get the wrong message" He said to me as we ate lunch
together.
He wasn't in uniform that day. He wore some running shorts and a tank top.
"Hell it's summer" I said not knowing what to say.
"You think I don't know what's going on?" His green eyes sparkled, his smile
talked to me, his manly face captured me.
"It's ok, I was a horny kid once too."
"You mean you dont' get horny anymore?"
That took him by surprise and he blushed then laughed.
"I think someone needs to get laid" he said making me blush and him laugh
more.
"I get off late tonight, meet me" he said. He wasn't asking or ordering me, he
was just telling me.
Rydell, as it turned out was in his early twenties not too much older then me
I rationalized.
And we had a date...or whatever.
Usually when the sun went down we went home or to our crash pad. But I had to
wait till Rydell was off duty so I dropped by the restaurant and talked to the
Manager.
"So who are you dating tonight? I bet it's that cop you like"
I was dumbfounded and laughed. But my boss and friend didn't laugh in
response.
"It's ok kid, he's hot. Hell I'd love to date him myself"
It was a date I thought to myself as I walked to where we agreed to meet. And
the closer I got to the corner, the more nervous I got.
"That's all you're wearing? Come on I got stuff you can wear" Rydell, whose
first name was Tony led me to his apartment.
It was on the fourth floor overlooking the beach. It was small but had one
hell of a view.
He rummage thru some drawers and gave me a Hawaiian style shirt and some
shorts.
"Here these ought to fit you, they were my er, " he paused "cousins. He left
them when he visited me".
I pulled the shorts on over my boxers.
And Tony took me to a great place for , what else?, seafood. But I rarely went
to restaurants to eat a regular meal except when I went home, so this was a
treat.
He ordered beer but the waiter wouldn't bring me any since I was under 21. I
sipped Tony's though.
He seemed surprised how casual I had been living and that I crashed a
different places.
"Tonight you stay with me" he said..again not asking or ordering, just stating
a fact.
Back at his place I pulled off the clothes and folded them neatly. I preferred
my flimsy boxers anyway.
"Thanks, but you can use them anytime. Just come by and ask" he put them in a
drawer. "This is your drawer from now on" he said. 
I thought that was odd but didnt' respond other then smile back at this big
hunk.
We talked and drank some beer. Tony told me about his home, his desire to
become a detective and his family. I talked about college, not knowing what I
wanted to do and the beach.
"Bedtime kiddo, I have a late shift but you have work dont' you?"
"Not till eleven..but I'm tired" I got up.
I didn't know whether to move towards the door or not.
Tony was pulling off his shirt and shorts. His totally naked body was in plain
sight.
"I sleep in the raw, hope that doens't bother you."
I realized he was planning on me sleeping there as he had said.
"But I assume you even sleep in those things" his eyes were looking at my fly.
My cock would not behave seeing my fantasy standing there naked like that.
"But I think you better take them off or you're going to stain them" he said.
But better then his words were his hands that reached for my shorts and yanked
them.
What followed was some horsing around with Tony taking my shorts off me.
Eventually he had me on my back on the floor. His thick thighs were on either
side of me and he pulled my shorts off my legs.
"Good. Now we got past that, let's go to bed..the floor isn't that
comfortable"
He turned the light off and got into the only bed in the one room apartment.
"Come on" he said to me "you're sleeping with me tonight" again, not an order
or question, just a fact.
I mvoed next to him and was trembling so much he wrapped his arms around me.
"First time?"
I nodded in the dark thinking he already knew the answer. His hands held,
touched and explored me.
"Go ahead, it's your turn"
My hands explored the body I had admired for weeks, learning, digesting and
exploring him from head to toe.
"Use your lips too" he said and I kissed his cock. My own actions surprised me
but I did it. 
Then we kissed on the lips and each others nipples. His mouth sent shivers
thru me as it surrouned my cock and he told me to immitate what he did.
Soon we were laying in opposite directions licking, sucking and playing with
each others cock and balls.
I had done something like this before jacking off a high school buddy while he
did the same to me. It hadn't occured to me then we could do other things.
I curled up in Tony's arms with my bare butt against his cock.
His whispers told me what he wanted to do and he told me how to let it happen.
His mansized cock opened me up painfully. But he went slow telling me to
breath easily and relax my ass muscles.
Soon his arms were holding me tight and I felt his cock sliding in and out of
me in a regular rhythm.
Then he told me to squeeze my butt each time he pulled out...I did
it...surprised I had control over those muscles at all. I heard Tony's
exclamations so I knew he liked it. I was determined to do whatever this hunky
cop wanted.
His cum covered me like a gallon of cream thrown at me. I loved the sensation
and the odor of his sperm on me. He offered me a towel, but I rubbed it in
saying I wanted it to dry on me so I could smell him all night.
"I'm not going anywhere and neither are you"
I slept and dreamed of him. Rydel biking, running, standing talking to me on
the beach and standing naked in the apartment.
"Here's how we wake each other up" he said to me kissing my face and chest.
Then his lips moved to my stomach and surrounded my penis which was hard as a
rock..it always was in the morning but that morning it hurt, it was so hard.
"Would you do it to me again..like last night?" I asked.
"You sure...I dont' want to hurt you. ..and we have all summer you know"
Until then I hadn't thought of spending the summer with this hunk..at least
not for real.
I lay there and looked at him kneeling below me. His hands massaged my butt
and put some vasoline or something all over my cock and balls and inside my
asshole.
His cock looked mammoth..I couldn't believe it had been inside my cute little
boy butt.
And I closed my eyes as he maneuvered it into me again. I knew if I watched
I'd panic.
It didn't hurt at all...in fact it slid in as if it belonged there like a
sword that's found its sheath.
I opened my eyes to see the look of suprise on Tony's face too. I looked at
him as he pumped me....enjoying the facial expressions as he found pleasure in
fucking me.
I squeezed my butt as he had taught me to do the night before and loved the
look of sudded pleasure it gave him.
His smooth chest began to glow with sweat. He pumped in long steady strokes.
Both of our breathing got louder and deeper.
I was moaning and begging him to fuck me harder. I dont' know where that
thought or words came from.
He repsonded however and each stroke into me made me feel more turned on then
the one before it.
And I made sure I squeezed so his withdrawal was just as pleasurable to him.
We were fucking like a jackhammer...the bed was banging against the wall and
creaking.
I wished he could crawl up inside me.....turn me into him...and he
came.....slamming into me with each spurt. I imagined the tip of his cock
spitting its streams the distance of my bowels.
And as I lay there exhausted....sweaty, aching and exhausted, I realized my
own cock had spit it's sperm across my stomach, chest, face and shoulder too.
We looked at each other....
Relunctantly he withdrew from me. Both he and I didn't want it but we knew we
had to.
He lay on top of me..and I was surprised that his large muscular and fit body
didn't squeeze me..in fact it felt wonderful with my arms around him and his
head on my chest.
We didn't talk much as we shared the shower...enjoying to let our soapy hands
play with each other..talking to each others' bodies. 
We dried off and he told me to wait a moment while he got my shorts.
I brushed my teeth and went into the room to see him sitting on the bed, still
naked sewing up the fly of my favoriate boxer shorts.
"From now on, you show it to me....nobody else" he said. Again it wasn't an
order or demand....just a fact.
I kissed him and knelt to kiss, lick and suck his cock.
"I can't " he said but his cock hardened and his body gave up more sperm
covering my face and chest.
He handed me the towel but I shook my head rubbing his cum into my skin.
" I want to keep you with me all day long" I said kissing him on the lips.
It was the first time I wasn't hung over or stoned at work. The other waiters
commented on it and the Manager whispered in my ear that getting laid helped
tips.
Actually I did get more tips that day...which is saying something. I guess I
was even friendlier then usual.
My buds and I hung out as usual talking about the people, beach and cops.
Rydell pedeled by and talked to us as usual.
Then he turned to me,
"See you later, the keys under the matt"
My buddies stared at me as he rode off.
"I'm uh, crashing with him from now on" I said and began to talk about other
things.
"So you got for him huh?" one said to me.
"Hell, he's a cop, I got protection and nobody hassles me" I explained.
Everyone knew I didn't need protection and nobody ever hassled us anyway.
"Is that why you sewn up your fly?" the other asked.
"Tony, er Officer Rydell, thought I'd better" he said.
It was a long wonderful summer. I learned much about myself..actually
confirmed things I knew already.
By then even my buddies had hung out at our place..and knew what was going on,
but that didn't change anything.
My restaurant coworkers knew too and kidded me about it. The Manager told me
he had always known and patted my butt.
"Dont' call your cop on me, I'm not harassing, just patting" he smiled 
Words like fag, gay, queer or others were never used. But I knew things would
change at school.
"This aint the world, it's the beach" Tony warned me.
Tony and I parted in the fall. He went to academy for some advanced training
and I headed for home so I could get ready for my freshman year.
And we made plans to return to the beach next summer. But we never did.
Tony went to San Francisco and I got a job..a real job.
Someday, I want to return the beach, any beach and leave the real world. Cause
in the real world if you want to wear boxers with an open fly you have to wear
trousers over them..