This story is about life and relationships in the 1960's, with lots of imaginary people and situations. They never existed and the events never occurred. Any characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead. Any places portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anywhere actual then or now. So there.

 

WARNING: This story will involve wants, needs, desires and sexual actions between boys and men. It will involve many chapters; not all are for a quick toss-off.  Do not read the contents if it will offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please leave now. I have an extremely active imagination; many fantasies live in my mind. It was difficult to give these thoughts 2 dimensions and this is my first written story.

 

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OLD SCHOOL

Chapter 1A:  A Kid He Knew

 – a recap

 

Spring of `54

 

Tommy Vargas volunteered at the YMCA, where he fueled his adolescent desire to be around men. The main draw there for Tommy was his 8th grade History teacher, Larry Reimer. In the first week of classes, Tommy had already checked out his teacher's slacks just to see any possible bulge.

Even though Larry was happily married with two daughters, the interest was mutual. He followed Tommy's moves both in class and at the Y.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1B:

Happy Strokes

 

"Hi, Larry! Welcome to the YMCA this wonderful Thursday. This makes three times for you this week!" Tommy was on a special roll that day, propelled by unknown forces. "So, are we doing those happy strokes today?"

 

Larry responded with a wink and a nod to this grinning whippersnapper.

 

In a flash, Tommy could not believe he said that to a teacher! The precociousness of this boyish slip-up was all the embarrassed teen could think about: "Happy strokes? Shees; that sounds like rubbing one out.  He'll think I meant that, I know he will." Tommy meant it in comparison to the man's home life, but it all came out wrong. A blush covered his teenage face.

 

Luckily, Larry had laughed it off, thinking back to his own days of unfettered boldness and had already turned down the hallway toward the locker room.

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Pretty much by the clock, Larry would finish his laps in the pool an hour before closing time. Maybe it was the inner time schedule of a teacher in him. The other men began finishing up their daily workouts off the floor or laps in the pool and would converge on the locker room and the showers. Inside the locker room was a `wet area', separated from the lockers by a heavy glass door. Six open face shower heads were on the opposite walls, 18 inches between each. If the men were lucky then the boiler was working; those interested in more than a shower could head into the steam room to sweat off any aches and pains.

 

Someone would check to see if anyone was in there with their son or a neighbor, or maybe there was a new member unfamiliar with the unwritten workings of this establishment. If no one else was there, any that wanted could hang their towels on the pegs and enter the dark deep cloud naked. More modest guys entered wearing old wet white boxers, briefs or with the towel wrapped around their waist. That's what Larry did this one night of the "happy strokes", wearing his once-white Hanes boxers from two Christmases ago.

 

The steam room was a more than adequate size, good for up to 10 men. It was framed as a perfect square; the sides and the back area were split by the boiler in the center. If it was spitting out a good steam, the front of the room couldn't see the back and barely across to the other side.  After entering, about the time the lungs adjusted to the heavy steam, the eyes adjusted to a dim bulb over the boiler. Often, roaming into the hot fog meant banging into someone else's knees or possibly sitting on some guy's lap. No worries though, just a mumbled "sorry" or "'s'cuse me".  That late in the day they were all just civil men; men there to relax and hang with their buddies before going back home to the wife and kids before bed.

 

Sometimes, there may be plenty of space to spread out, even lay flat out on the hot tiles to ease the over-extended back muscles. But that was rare until the last half hour before closing; usually there was barely room to sit without being knee to knee with two men.

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Meanwhile at the front desk, with only an hour to closing Tommy wouldn't be needed to mark down members. He was sent to clean up the boys' and men's locker rooms. He'd walk down the creaky hallway, would open the outer door and start picking up used cups, refill the paper necessities, wipe the sinks and maybe gather some stray towels in this empty locker room.  All this time Tommy would become hornier, thinking "a man had used that towel, wiped his wet body on it". His boy dick would get hard - knowing that beyond that glass door naked men were under the showers or were sitting almost invisibly but naked under all the hot thick air in the steam room.

 

Tommy placed everything he had on in locker 14; his socks and sneakers, the YMCA pull over shirt he wore at the desk and the matching shorts. Wearing only his briefs, he looked in the long mirror and burst out laughing. Tommy's `four and a quarter' inch boner looked like a white wooden telephone pole turned sideways; an airplane taxiing down the runway. He decided to wear a towel around his waist instead.

 

The one towel he had an unknown reason to grab that morning from home.

 

He knew that Larry Reimer's station wagon was still in the lot, so the man was still there. Maybe his biology teacher, Dr. Johansson was too. He hadn't seen him leave either. He hoped the hunky new member he thought looked familiar was still hanging around. Earlier the big man who came down from a residence room upstairs, so Tommy figured he was from out of town. Tommy's mind was madly processing where he had seen him before. "Oh yea" now Tommy remembered. "The man's photo was in the Sports section of the Gazette a few years ago". But he couldn't remember his name or what for. Now the man was bigger than he was in the picture; muscles were popping out of his tee shirt. The teenager's heart started racing just thinking about a newly found idol.

 

When Tommy opened the translucent glass door, he saw only two men were in the showers. They were across the room, showering side-by-side and facing each other. He thought this odd with 12 available showers. Maybe they were buddies chatting, except they looked different ages. Whatever they were doing they stopped when Tommy had opened the door. Tommy could tell one was his Biology teacher. It looked like him from behind, even though he had never seen his butt before!  Heck, he had never seen him totally naked either. "Wow, he has a hairy back" was the first thing Tommy thought. And for his shower-mate Tommy thought "nice butt for an old man". After pegging his towel, Tommy gave himself a real quick cold rinse in the corner shower to calm himself.

 

When he turned off the water and started walking to the steam door, both men looked over their shoulders at the lanky but oh so sexy lad. Knotting the towel around his waist, Tommy saw them watching him from the corner of his eye and was assured it WAS Dr. J! The other one was old enough to be his father, probably 40.  And they're checking me out!

 

As he opened the steam room door, from inside came a chorus of:

 "SHUT THE DOOR!" startling Tommy.

 

Two arms reached up and pulled Tommy over to one side and somehow in midst of the fog a spot opened for him to sit. It was between Larry and the muscular man. Between the heat of the steam and the excitement of simply being there with a number of semi-anonymous men wearing next-to-nothing, if that, Tommy's heart was beating over a hundred beats a minute. Someone near him, maybe it was Larry, said "breathe slow and shallow at first".  

 

Tommy did breathe slowly until it no longer burned his lungs and he started regaining control of his surroundings. His heart slowed down somewhat, but Tommy had never experienced all of these feelings at one time. He fast had to learn a new way of acting, like with the awkward silence of Dr. J and the other man in the shower. And now in the presence of so many men who were, at most, one step from being naked. They were chatting with their `neighbors' on the marble bench; some loud, but most of them were whispering. And those friendly glances! All directed to him. "Everybody's looking at me!" Tommy's first thought was maybe they were unsettled by a teen wandering alone into a room of men (and breaking the YMCA rules). But there seemed to be more to it – those wandering eyes were conducting reviews of his body, followed by near whispers to other roaming eyes. Larry's name was mentioned a lot; maybe everybody thought this teen boy was with him.

 

These other men were back and forth, leaving to get a shower and come back for another round of steam or head home for the night.

 

He slowly looked beyond his own knees to the right of him. Larry was still there dripping in sweat, which was being absorbed into his white boxers. "Shees", Tommy started thinking the shorts were so worn that when wet they were practically see-through.  A giggle crept through him.

 

"Oh shit yes. They WERE see-through!" At least, the bulge Tommy had seen in class was very visible. There was no question on what it was and where it ended. And it had to be half a hard-on. His heart started racing again. Tommy kept thinking that he could trace the edges with his finger, from the groin to the head. "I bet it's six inches" This brought on more giggles, audible enough to draw attention of both Larry and the muscular God.

 

"Hey Tommy, are you OK now?" Larry asked the boy, with a hand rubbing on the boy's back to check his breathing. Larry looked across to the man who was staying upstairs, "What do you think, Jim?"

 

Tommy burst out "That's it – you're JIM GREEN! I wanted to meet you like crazy" almost jumping up to shake the star athlete's hand.

 

"Whoa my boy, you should've just asked." Jim playfully teased the boy, then looking up at Larry. "And hey Mr. Wet Shorts, is this the `happy strokes' lad? He sure does look stroke-worthy." Jim chuckled and leaned forward to run his eyes all over Tommy; face and chest, stomach to legs. He looked back up at Larry and winked. His hands also started checking Tommy's breath, sliding across the smooth skin of his back and chest. 

 

"Larry, I believe he is doing much better, as best I can see. And I definitely have dibs on him" It had been many years since he has rubbed a boy's smooth back, too many. Jim missed feeling the smoothness of a new teen, like one of his nephews.

 

Tommy felt like he was in heaven. For so long he dreamed how great it would feel for a man to pay so much attention to him; t that moment it was two men; two that he could not have found others better looking or as much of a stud.

    

"Hey Larry, it looks like your old wet shorts are what had captured his eye.  You're showing off your big wee-wee again." Jim certainly has a direct way with words. "I think your friend Dr. J is still out under the shower. Maybe he'd be able to help you with that snake crawling up your leg" nodding down to Larry's shorts.

 

Now, Jim was on a roll. "Hoo yea, and maybe with some happy strokes! Whad'd'ya say Tommy boy. Do you think he would?"

   

Tommy spoke up once he heard his name. "Oh, he's still out there – I saw him when I rinsed off." Tommy blasted out, and immediately regretted it.

 

"You saw Dr. J in the showers? Larry asked him, wondering how much Tommy actually saw of Dr. J or how much of Tommy Dr. J got a peek at. "Shit, in the shower, meaning Dr. J got to see him nude before me... boy have I got some teasing for him tomorrow in school."

 

"Yes sir. We didn't talk but saw each other. He had a friend with him. I think they were slapping salami."  Tommy blurted out, without thinking.

 

Jim looked up to Larry with a wide grin. He was thinking, "nice to hear from a young teen; he already knows his stuff."

 

Realizing both Tommy and Jim were looking at his inflated penis, Larry looked at Tommy's blushing face and was about to laugh at the whole scene, so whispered back to the two of them "Jim, watch the kid a few, I'm going to cast an eyeball out there and see who's still around. Don't go anywhere." He bolted out into the shower area.

 

"Heehaw, I love to embarrass Big Daddy. Every week when I come in for a day or two we have a good time. I know it doesn't take much to get him going, living in a house with all honey-pots." Jim laughed about sending Larry from the steam room. Then, as an afterthought, said "What he needs is a boy".

 

To Tommy he whispered "so, you're on Cloud 9 meeting me, eh Tommy boy? What do you even know?" Jim could read those big moony eyes as belonging to another fan.

 

"I know you're a champion wrestler! I can see why - you're muscle, all over!" This was when Tommy had a chance to really look over Jim's body, like Jim did him. "Big chest, with just a little hair. But it was bigger than the marine who lives next door, who lets me watch him lift weights in his garage. And he has really big arms! Apples for biceps." Looking down lower, Jim had on a jockstrap.  "Wow!" Tommy had only seen coach in one.

 

"Hey, tell you what Tommy boy, I'm moving to the back of this steamer. The fog isn't as hot there, and the boiler is not as noisy. Join me if you'd like. We can talk more about wrestling or about muscles, yea... that's it, I'll tell you about your muscles"

 

Tommy jumped up at the chance, literally. This caused the loose towel to drop off his slender hips. "SURE!" Realizing his towel no longer covered his excitement, he glanced up at Jim. The man noticed, but didn't seem to mind.

 

Tommy was looking forward to being alone with his new friend. He wanted to feel the muscles of his chest; maybe be held in the big arms, like if they were wrestling. He turned sideways and sent his rear in a slide to the back corner of the room.

 

Jim stood as he walked to the back of the steam room for two reasons. Reason one was to stretch his legs, but also to let Tommy fully look at his physique. He propped his left foot up on the bench and bent forward as far as he could go, flexing his right calf muscles along with that half of his gluteus, which became prominent in Tommy's eyes. When he switched legs and put the right foot up, his jock covered groin came within inches from Tommy's chest.

 

"Do you like that, Tommy boy?" Holding the stretch, Jim wanted to see how ready the new fan was. "If you want, go ahead and feel it", not knowing if the boy would feel the muscles in his taut leg, or be bold and grasp the groin, where his eyes were stuck looking.

 

Tommy didn't think twice, running one hand along the back of Jim's leg, the other along the front. He couldn't believe the grapefruit ball of Jim's calf muscles or the quads the size of his little sister's waist. Yes, soon Tommy was running his hands along most of Jim's entire leg, from ankle to mid-thigh.

All Tommy said was "nice muscles".


"Then why are you stopping half way? It's okay to feel all the way up. Do you know what each one is called?" Jim knew once they start developing, all boys like to talk about themselves and their growing bodies.

 

"Not on the legs I don't. I know these are biceps" as Tommy flexed his arms, Jim reached over and gave it a squeeze. "And these are pecs" pushing out his chest.

 

"Yea, boys know most about those two but for now let's just stick with the legs. Later this year in Biology, Dr. J will cover most of your body. He may as well be a real doctor. He knows all you'll want to know."

 

Like Jim, Dr. J was a single man. And also like Jim, he has a way with the lads; especially cuties.

 

"Yea, he sure is a smart man. Kind'a makes us afraid to talk." Tommy remembered once when he knew the answer to a hard question but was too afraid to raise his hand.

"Don't let him intimidate you Tommy."  Leaning over, Jim continued, in almost a whisper. "I'll tell you a secret...he really likes boys; especially when they are brave and sure of themselves. That's important to becoming a man. I'm pretty sure you already scored points with him when he saw you, alone in the showers here tonight". With that, Jim wanted to shift the chat back to the present. His jock was getting too tight from Tommy rubbing his leg.

 

"So let me show you the important muscles of the legs, sound good? You'll be a step ahead of your class when anatomy time comes."

"Wow yea!" Tommy was looking forward to putting his hands on Jim's big legs again and maybe this time feeling all the way up to his crotch, pretending that's what the big man meant by 'why you stopping'.


"There are over 25 of them in the legs, but we'll only work on muscles you'll hear the most about." Jim wanted to keep the 'hands on' going, and after pausing like he was thinking, he said "Works better if I show you on yours. Stand up."

 

"Really? Like this?" The 14 year old lad stood next to the hunky athlete, not believing he was going to be touched again by Jim's big hands. He hoped Jim did not notice the lump under the towel as his boner started sticking straight out.

 

Jim noticed it for sure and knew he needed some cover in case someone came in. "It would be easier if you're standing in front of me." Jim's hand was on the edge of the marble bench between his legs. "Put your foot here."

Tommy turned his body directly in front of Jim. The towel covered him loosely from his slim adolescent hips to upper thighs. There was an obvious boy bulge just an inch lower than the towel.

Jim wished he had some reason to run his fingers over the flat, smooth stomach again. "Maybe throw in work on the abs?  Next time for sure". And he knew he couldn't just finger the bulge like he had on Larry's wet shorts; Larry is his friend who he already knew likes to play on days he comes to town.

 

All of this `boy wonder' facing him now made Jim remember that one summer between his junior and senior years in college. "I took that internship at local boys' camp. It turned out to be 'boy wonders' enjoyable for me to explore my non-scholastic interests and an ideal precursor to later jobs. Helping in that clinic as a doctor's helper; those primitive exams on whatever 12-15 year old camper came in. The first part was a general physical..."

 

"Uh, hello there! Jim!" Tommy loudly whispered, bringing the man's attention back to the steam room; back to the early teen towel covered lad with a bent up right leg, his size 6 foot into Jim's hand. "Show me the five muscles you promised."

 

"Okay, I promise I'll concentrate on just you Tommy boy." Grabbing behind the teen's ankle, Jim asked if the boy has "ever heard of your Achilles' heel? Well, yours is where my fingers are now." Jim was massaging the young tendon behind the heel, knowing that is what tears with an ankle sprain. He also knew though that the area under the dimple is connected to Tommy's prostate gland. Massaging it has the same effect as a prostate massage, but he surely wasn't going to tell the lad he was stimulating the boy's already bubbling sex gland.

 

Knowing he couldn't keep the boy standing if he kept it up, Jim squeezed both sides of the calf muscle. "This is your `Gastrocnemius' muscle. Gastro is stomach, so the calf is the stomach of your foundation. Don't ask me why, but you'll be the only one to get it correct on the multiple-choice test!"

 

Tommy giggled, "my calf is a stomach. Yea, Ok."

 

Now reaching the land just below the forbidden zone, Jim had to watch Tommy's reaction to see when to stop. Right now there was nothing but a green light.

 

"Where are your quads, smart boy?"

 

Reaching down, Tommy patted on his thighs, asking "somewhere down here?" He knew easily, but he wanted Jim to show him.

 

"Yep, I thought you knew" as Jim began pinching between his thumb and first finger the wide stretch of muscles. "We call them quads because there are really four muscles on top."

 

"They're long, aren't they?" Tommy asked, letting his precocious mind loose. The boy was hoping Jim would take the bait. "Where do they run from?"

 

Jim couldn't believe his luck. While he was incorrectly watching for a red light, there was a flashing green!

 

"Yes, they can be rather long, depending on how long your legs are. They run pretty much from your knees up to your hip."

 

Releasing his foot, Jim wanted Tommy to flex the top of his leg. "Why don't you tighten it and you can see?"

 

"Sure, how?" Tommy was getting ever harder thinking he could get the jock's hand up to the towel, maybe even under it! "Oh jees yes, maybe tonight in bed I'll have real white jism."

 

Tapping the right leg, Jim told him to "bring this leg forward, yea, stand with it between my feet. Now slightly bend the knee, the muscle will stand out more the better stretch you give it."

 

Like a trained athlete Tommy tightened his quads, inviting for them to be massaged.

 

"Great. Now, watch as I draw the fanning from your knee." With his left hand supporting the back of the leg, Jim lightly laid his flat hand above the knee. Slowly he ran it from inside up to the outer tightness, stopping at the towel.

 

Loving this feeling, this worship by an older man's hand, Tommy caught his eye and slowly whispered "why did you stop?"

 

Jim brought his hand back to the knee and again raised it along the outline of the muscle, this time more as a massage stroke, tightening his fingers and rolling his palm. His other hand was moving parallel in the back, ending outside the towel on the teen gluteus. When he came to the towel in the front, he slid under. His long fingers reached up to the boy's upper leg, all the way to his hip bone. With the same pressure he rolled his hand back toward the knee, stopping halfway. Sending his hand back up, this time to the inside of the leg, Jim was an inch from brushing the testicles.

 

"Yes, that feels incredible...I'm so tight. Please don't stop." The lad moved his hand from Jim's shoulder and decided to get rid of the towel. The next time the hand moved up his thigh, he half opened it, uncovering his leg totally. His groin was still covered from one side, but was open to the steam where Jim's hand was heading.

 

Jim looked at Tommy, half questioning. The teen looked back at him, half smirking, half pleading. Tommy gave him a very slight nodding. Knowingly, Jim gave back the same smirk.

 

Meanwhile, a massage of the teen's butt continued. Jim had to be careful with that; anyone watching closely may be able to detect what was going on there. They would have to guess anything else.

 

When his attention shifted out to the rest of the room, Jim saw the only man still there was Larry. He was sitting only three feet away, watching. Jim wondered "when did he come back?" Seeing he'd been discovered, Larry motioned a thumbs up, and a "shh" to his lips.

 

Tommy also knew they were being watched. Without looking back, he bent forward and whispered in Jim's ear "Larry, right?"

 

Jim's chuckle was all Tommy needed.

 

"How'd you know?" Jim whispered back.

 

"I'm not in left field. When he left, he said 'for a few minutes'."

 

With that, the horny student pulled his towel off and draped it over his shoulders. His penis, freed of the constraint and starving for attention, bounced up to its glorious four `and a half' inch level.

 

Not whispering anymore, but in a soft voice, Tommy asked "this is great and we can go back to it. But where are the other two muscles for tonight's lesson?" He thought they were the two balls hanging just under his near throbbing dick.

 

"Ha-ha, my other hand was on them." Giggling a man's giggle, Jim goosed the boy's rump.

 

"The big middle one is `Gluteus maximus' and the smaller one off to the edge is `Gluteus medius'." Now that the towel was gone Jim brought both hands to the lad's butt, rubbing over the cheeks, much to Tommy's, Larry's and his own enjoyment.

 

Leaning back to Jim's ear, Tommy whispered "do you think Larry would like to help?"

 

Giggling again, Jim looked around the student over to Larry. He could see Larry was sitting closer, without his wet shorts or a towel, with the semi he left with now a full length erection.

 

A quick nod of Jim's head back was all Larry needed to move to the evening's lesson on one willing student. There were no others in the room; even if one came in they could not see all the way to the back and they would have plenty of time to split apart.

 

Tommy stood up on his tip-toes, flexing his cheeks for Larry to know where to work. For this evening, the man got his wish fulfilled. Here was his boy, and the teacher's strong swimmer's hands took over the butt massage. Larry massaged the cheeks, round and round; lifting them, separating them slightly. It was all such a turn-on for him; his heart pounding and his hard-on was throbbing without being touched.

 

Tommy found that tightening his gluteus sent his dick closer to Jim's face. He hoped that Jim saw the boy's dick was ready for a massage of its own, some happy strokes to give the teen his first orgasm in a real man's hands. And what a lucky set of hands Tommy found for this special evening.

 

"I can help you out with that, if you'd like." Jim always waited for an answer, even though he always knew what it would be.

 

"Would you? Could you, please? Now?? Yes!" Tommy was close, real close. But he wanted it to happen while Jim had his fingers wrapped around the totally, fantastically, boy wonderfulness. "Oh my god, yes, yes, I'm being touched there, where no one but me has touched."

 

Jim brought both hands up to the boy's erection; gently, softly circling it at its base. His two thumbs were under and two fingers on top; a small ring was made which then slowly lifted to the circumcised glans. Then back to the bottom, wait a second, then he moved the fingers up to the top, pressing harder and faster this time. Again...

 

"Oh my god, yes, yes, I'm being touched on my bone. Shit it feels so good" Tommy's mind was whirling in pleasure. "Jim, JIM! oh god, OH GOD! Feels so ... Awwwwww"  

 

As Tommy was beginning to ride the wave of intense man-ness madness he felt something more. "What is Larry doing to my butt? I feel wet; his tongue, on my, Oh God, on my, HOLE."

 

Larry had separated the cheeks, found the small rosebud, and could not stop himself from touching it with his tongue. It flickered; closing up tight, then relaxing as the boy realized it was a pleasure as great as when Jim's hands touched his penis. Forcing it in, just a few centimeters, feel the boy quiver, withdraw. Again...

 

The orgasm came fast; after just three full strokes Tommy fired his teen cum on Jim's hand. No creamier than watered down milk, to Tommy it was white cum. No longer was he shooting clear liquid. He had to sit back down fast, before he fell. Jim wrapped his hands around Tommy, turning the boy to sit on his lap. He had cum in his jock as he stroked the boy. There was a wet bulge, but that was coming off in the shower soon.

 

Jim winked, as Tommy's eyes lifted to see the smile on Larry's handsome face.

 

Larry was pleased as punch he had his boy now. His lips, not knowing whether to kiss the lad or suck and drain the still erect boycock, merely formed the words... "Happy strokes, Tommy."

 

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Larry hung on to his leanness and his handsomeness well into his 40s. His relationship with Tommy moved from secret steam room play to more of a paternal one with benefits; having the lad around the house on weekends or taking the boy camping.    He excelled at the school; so well that within 6 years he was named Principal. By then Tommy had left for college, where he studied business, keeping active with any local sport teams.

 

Jim continued to visit the town through the `50s. He sometimes met up with Tommy, when they'd review some area on the boy's maturing body. Tommy even went up to Jim's rented room, where they practiced all of the wrestling moves Jim remembered from his own college days, nude. Then, in 1960 Jim stopped dropping by.  He wasn't to see Tommy again until fall of 1964.

 

It was then they were coaches at Kincard Middle School, working under Principal Larry and Head Coach Pete Jones.