Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 10:53:48 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Beach Lockers Adventures, Part Four" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/Youth "Beach Lockers Adventures, Chapter Four" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth It was near eleven in the morning before I could finish the list of chores that my dad had left on the kitchen table. I walked down the three blocks on the way to the beach. The cars were parked diagonally with their grills toward the curb. I loved checking out these cars. My favorite was the Cord and the Auburns. I showed my ticket to be punched by the gray uniformed guard in front. He glared at the ticket and pushed his pith helmet back. "You are already punched for today, what's going on?" It was hard to get him to realize that the guard, yesterday, had placed his punch in the wrong place. Grudgingly he let me in. Geez, my folks paid ten dollars for the season." As I walked up the aisle toward my locker I could see that the door was closed with the lock hanging. No doubt my locker mate Wally was inside, likely wanking off. I removed the lock quietly and pushed the door open fast. There was my boy, sitting on the wood bench with his scout flashlight on, checking out his pubic region. "You got bugs?" I asked. "No, but just today I got a few hairs. Also under my arms." "You're becoming a man, squirt," I said, but my eyes racked up and down his long slim, hairless legs. They were really nice. "Let me have a lock at those hairs, I promise not to pull them out." I came close and leaned forward as he directed the light. I guess my scrutiny got his dickie exited and it began to rise. Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulders. "How about a smooch?" There was nothing I'd like more. After that session with him and had thought about it at night, before falling asleep and my lips puckered out in longing. "Here," he said, patting his upper legs. Sit here facing me." That was an unusual request but I was all for it. I faced him, put one leg on either side of his thighs and wrapped by arms around his moist back, moist because the locker, with the door shut was stifling. He wasted no time and tightened his grip on the back of my head and drew me close. As my lips touched his, I realized that the tip of his tongue was there. He ran it along my lips and I got dizzy from the effect. "It's called a French kiss," he said with a hoarse voice. "You like it?" I groan out, "Yeah, but I think, according to my brother, that your tongue should go inside." "Oh, okay, let's." Back came those boyish, full, warm lips against mine. They were partly open and suddenly his smooth tongue slide out and touched my tongue.. I almost broke the kiss and leaped back but it was so good but I stayed put and soon my own tongue, automatically began rubbing his. The two of us were panting loudly from the effect. When we parted, Wally said, "That was keen. Let's do more." "Like what?" "Your backside is close to my hard on. Just lift up and then settle down on it." "You dumb shit, you think I'm going to let you put your thing in me?" "You let that old dentist do it. I'm your friend. Besides, we are sort of boyfriends." "We are?" In sort of a reply, started giving me little hot kisses, maybe a dozen, then he began what was fatal for me to resist, he played with my nipples. Oh those fresh fingers, then his lips sought them and suckled them like a sweet baby boy. I couldn't stand more. I rose up on my toes and moved forward until I could fee the head of his penis at the opening of my hole. The lips had involuntarily widened in preparation. I was one fuck hound. His rigid cock slid in smoothly as he gasped loudly. "I'm not going to hold out long. Hey, can you feel my pubic har?" "Oh yeah," I lied, "It's ticklng my ass cheeks. But if you can't hold it, it's okay Wally. Whatever happens is alright." He kissed me again, quickly, then put his hands on my waist and lifted me up. Then he lowered me. The boy was using me as a fuck toy, but I loved it. His prick was rubbing me inside and making me drip. Why is it that he can't seem to master his tennis backhand and yet he's already an expert at fucking? Oh yeah, he was trying out the fast in and out and them the slow one. I liked the wiggly one best. The two of us were slick with sweat and sliding back and forth over each one another's chest and belly. It was sure friendly. I watched Wally's young face as he fucked. He had his eyes tightly shut but his mouth was open gasping. I thught he looked like my guppies when I fed them. I had learned about myself and now I decided to give Wally some nipple play. I pulled them gently and he groaned out. "No Billly, it's too sexy and..." Suddenly I felt his cock begin to vibrate back and forth and he let out some helpless cum cries. Just as his young, powerful spirts hit my insides I began to follow. Egg shell colored spooge flew out of the slit in the head of my cock and painted his chest. As he continued to jump and spirt, I followed each of his hosing with a shot of my own. At last we ended the (almost) agony of cuming. We stayed there, his still hard cock impalled. "You want to go again?" I asked. He laughed and got soft. "I wish." Finally I got up on shaky legs, then I snapped my figners. "I made a court reservation for one o'clock for paddle tennis. You up for it, now that your not up? Hah!" "Sure, and this time I'll beat you." "Not likely young one, but who ever wins, fucks the other." "You're on, let's go." End of story