Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2007 11:35:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: HATS

We could see him way off walking our way. Tracy was never on time for
anything. Classes, work, sports or just meeting with us, "the guys" ,
showed up when he showed up. We had gotten used to it.

Even the teachers in high school seemed to get used to it, not even
bothering to ask him for a tardy slip or sending him to the Principal's
office when he casually came into the classrooms. At the beginning of
each year, the kids would snicker at first but they too got used to him
coming in and sitting down.

He left when we all left each class, but in the next class he entered
late as usual.

But that was over. It seemed like years ago, though it was only a year
since graduation. By the way he was late for graduation too. Somehow the
administration knew he would be and handed out his diploma last, even
though his last name stared with a B.

He got one hell of a round of applause when he went up on stage though.

So a year had passed. It was our second summer of freedom. Most of the guys
had gone to work or college and we reunited at Dokers Donut Shop, our old
hangout. Tracy showed up, late as usual. We decided to spend the summer
hitting the bowling alley, the mall and of course the beach.

It was as if we had never parted. We missed Avery who was wearing a
uniform and sending us funny letter from some desert place he couldn't
talk about. He was supposed to be home on leave but didn't show up. We
missed Avery.

We were the usual type fof group of guys who had merged during junior
high school, compared body hair growth, secrets about masturbation and
lied about having sex with girls in school.  Of course in private we
jacked off and in my case, more then that.

I didn't know I was gay then of course. I just knew I got extra excited
when Avery and I tried sucking each other at the same time.  We were just
experimenting we knew but we experimented allot. He claimed he and Tracy
experimented in more ways and by the time we were in high school and
bragging about being almost 16, which meant we were 15, I had felt
Avery's cock inside me often.

The guys kind of knew I was gay I guess. I had jacked them off and sucked
several of their cocks, sometimes in the darkness during sleepovers and
sometimes in broad daylight. And yea one of the times Avery poked me
during the night. And the guys kidded me about it but I ended up getting
poked with all of them watchng or jacking off now and then. I know now
how lucky I was.

So one morning we headed to the beach.  At the beach most people hung out
at Bung Beach. But at the north end, you could walk through pools of
water and climb over rocks to find small coves where we would be by
ourselves.

"Bung North" we called it in our not too hard to figureout code.  But
'Bung North" was where we drank stolen beer, smoked ot, jacked off
together and went skinny dipping now and then. If we stayed too late the
incoming tide made it difficult to leave so nature was our alrarm clock.

Avery told me in private that he and Tracy stayed there all night once
sleeping in a small cave with the tide almost coming in on them while
they were fucking all night. I laughed but longed to be there.

And I wanted to be with Tracy.  There was something mysterious about him.
He never talked about his family, or why he was always late of course.
And as far as this past year he just said he was visiting a brother in
San Francisco.

He had a nice smooth body but his pectorals developed early. He had
biceps when we all had bone and skin. He had armpit chair when we longed
for the sight of one nair. And he pubes seemed thick and bush when ours
were scraggly.

He had a cock of course. And in my head I imagined it was huge, thick and
oozing presum wanting me to be his target of pleasure.

Unfortunately I wasn't. But from what Avery said, he could be, if I could
get hm alone sometime.

But we were a group. From what I knew only Avery and Tracy had gotten
alone. The rest of us just didn't pair off. We were a group.

We spent the day jacking, talking, swimming, wrestling, throwing a
frisbee and even playing football.  It wasn't the same without all of us
there of course and we felt it. Avery was in some desert and Tracy hadn't
showed up. He wasn't late, he wasn't there.

We packed our stuff up and headed from the cover back to the main beach.
As we were washing our the sand from our stuff after the trek across the
rocks and sand, one of the guys said the word TRACY.

That stopped us. We just watched the approaching figure. He wasn't
runnig, just walking across the sand. He carried nothing. He wore a
hat..his favorite hat he wore even in hich shool. It was a kind of
1950ish looking thing. We were never sure where he got it or why he wore
it.

As Tracy got closer we realised that was all he wore that day. He was
naked. Nobody he had passed on the beach seemed to have made any
commotion about it, so we didn't realize he was bareass till he got close
enough we could see the tan skin and teh patch of pubic hair.

I swore his cock was getting harder the closer he got. Some of the guys
muttered a quiet curse word as he got closer and closer.

But we just stood there and waited as we happily waited before.

"Hey guys" he said "Let's go"

We turned and watched his round buttocks as he led us back through the
pools of water and over rocks to the tide filled "Bung Cove".

"Tonight I'm gonna fuck" he said not directing his words to any
particualr one of us.

But I knew I'd be one of them.

I missed Tracy....and his hat.