Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:47:25 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Beach Lockers Adventures, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult Youth "Beach Lockers Adventures, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult Youth One thing I began to realize about this beach and its locker area is that there was a lot of guy stuff going on. There was a empty cement space, about twenty by sixty that was called the solarium. There you could find men, naked, sunbathing, often glancing at each other, frankly flirting. The community showers was another place. I saw guys with erections and it got me hard too and I Had turn toward the wall to hide it. The toilet consisted of two long rows of commodes, about fifteen. One could look right across at the opposite, doorless compartments and have an eye feast. I wondered if this beach and its locker and other facilities were created so that guys could get their fill of each other. Returning to my own locker, there was Wally. I wasn't sure I should tell Wally all the details of what happened in the next locker, especially about my servicing the handsome guy but I did want to get into a bit of talk about doing stuff. Maybe I could get Wally interested. He was waiting for me to begin, his clear grey eyes opened in anticipation. I also noticed that his hairless, substantial prick was showing interest as well. He sure was cute. I had a strong desire to wrap my arms around his slim waist. "You know the younger guy who was there?" "Sure," Wally said and then continued surprisingly, "He was a looker, huh? And I think he wanted to get me to come in and fool around." "Yeah, you think?" I said, my cock was rising. This was getting hot. "You do stuff with guys?" Wally asked and moved a little closer to me. I could feel the heat coming off his body. I found I was staring at his lips. They were red as if he used lipstick, but it was natural. They were sort of pouty. "I never did until that guy got me into it." "Did he show his prick to you?" "Yeah," I said with difficulty as I was getting breathless. "Did you kiss him?" "No, why you ask?" "Because he wanted to do it to me. I wouldn't kiss someone old like him, you know twenty or something. I'm more interested in kids my age. He opened his eyes wide and stared at me. "You want to kiss me?" I said hoarsely. He put a smooth arm around my neck and drew me close as he bent toward me and placed his lips against mine. I had no experience in kissing, neither boys or girls, except mom and aunts. I never expected to get such an electric charge from his lips. Right now he just rested them against mine. My heart was racing. Thinking back, I guess he was waiting to see what I'd do. He didn't have to wait long. Without thinking about it I threw my arms around him and returned the kiss hard. I moved my lips back and forth intimately. We separated, both breathless, both looking amazed at what had happened. "Billy that was so good. You want me to jack you off?" Ho, what a transition. "You want to?" "Fucking yes." I stood up and dropped my bathing trunks. He took my penis in his small hand. It shot up to its full length immediately. "It's a beaut," Wally said. "I can make you feel really good. You want me to wank it? "If you want to." He began putting his hand close to the bottom of my shaft and then gently moving to the tip. He did this over and over again until my knees were shaking. "You need to sit down Billy, or you might fall." I sat down. He was the boss now. I'd do anything to continue these great feelings. When I was settled, he put the palm of his hand near my mouth. "Spit or lick it, it'll feel great when I slide it over your prick. I know, I'm an expert at this." "Do you do this with other kids?" "I'm famous for it." He resumed gasping the root of my shaft very gently and then going upwards. He did this many times until I was sailing in a sex daze. "You face is screwed up so cutely," he said, like a doctor checking on his operation. I wished he wasn't so clinical about it all, but I'd rather die than interfere with his actions. Although I tried to be restrained, I couldn't help emitting a long, loud sigh. He giggled happily. "That's the way boy." I was being a toy to him but I didn't care. I was deeply in love with that insolent, boyish hand. "Now comes the real stuff," he said and stopped pulling upward and began wanking for more firmly and up and down. My thighs began lifting a little from the bench. "Oh greedy baby. I see the tip is getting red and your balls are disappearing upward. You're almost ready." I put my hand on his moving hand. "You better stop. I almost ready to brim over." "Don't worry your big head or your little head. Wally is here to help you deliver the goods, let it rip, let it splash on my chest." Just the mental picture of my spooge landing on his narrow, hairless chest was enough to cause a rush of sensation from my feet, upward through my calves and thighs and filling to my roiling balls. "Oh shit, I'm..." My face screwed up in pleasurable pain as I spurted one log shot that hit upper chest and rolled down in droplets. The decoration continued with my next three streams. He was coated from neck to groin. "That was keen. I almost came myself from the warm pelting. You sure cum a lot. I think you had a record shoot. Now it's my turn." He moved so his thick cock was within reach and closed his eyes. I put a tentative hand on his hard prick but without enthusiasm . It's okay. You don't have to. I guess after that big fire hose cum you are not up for it. Never mind. There's always tomorrow." He slung his towel over his shoulder and sauntered to the showers. I drowsed in a post cum nap jumping awake as he came back in ten minutes. We spoke not. He slipped into his tan shorts and polo shirt and sneaks and left, saying, "Bye." I continued to nod off when I heard a voice. It seemed to come from the small hole in the wall. "I saw you playing with your darling lockermate." "Who's that," I said unnecessarily. "It's Dr. Blake," said a suave voice, "Stay where you are, I'm coming over." I jumped up. There is no way to lock the door from the inside but I put my hand against it to keep him from coming in. I didn't want any thrity five year old guy. Instead of pushing the door open or knocking loudly, this doctor guy sort of scratched at the door. That put me off. Then he said, "Scratchy, scratchy, I want to nibble at your foreskin." This guy was nuts, but his crazy pickup line was interesting. Dope that I am, I opened the door. There he stood, naked, his firm round belly overhanging his large cock and balls. I stared a moment at his smiling face. He must have been good looking when he was young, and he did have nice teeth. "You're the most handsome boy on the whole beach, maybe the world." He said, as he entered the steamy locker and took my chin in his large "A face to be painted for the world to see and admire." I was getting all wiggly from the attention. "Now I'm going back to my locker and you look through the hole and I'm going to show you something you will love. Incidentally, I'm a dentist." This was getting more curious by the moment. He left. I looked through the hole. He took a long wide tube from the corner. It about the size of an arrow quiver. Two rubber tube were attached, one with the rubber cup and the other tube bore a rubber bulb. Was this some kinky torture implement? Holding it need the hole so I could see it, he said, "This is a portable gas tank that contains happy gas. You know what that is. I use it in my practice." "You mean like laughing gas?" "Exactly. It's so much fun. Come over and try it." Watch out for strange men with candy, or drugs, I should have thought, but instead I hustled my perky ass out the door and into his locker, or den of iniquity, next door. He was smiling broadly with those pretty teeth and he handed me the rubber bulb. "You control the amount of gas you get. Now slip on the mask and I'll turn it on." End of Chapter Two