Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 20:43:20 -0800 (PST) From: James Truett Subject: The Kids Story - Under the Board Walk (t/t, oral, young friends) Under The Boardwalk I had just turned 16 and I was accepted for a job on Tybee Island as a lifeguard. Lifeguards at Tybee were not like the ones we see on "Bay watch." These were summer jobs held by "locals" who were males in their early teens. The pay sucked but the job was outside. The fringe benefits of the job were the reason most guys took the job, "Nice Bods everywhere". Tybee Island was a small residential island. In the summer, many families from Savannah would visit for a day of fun in the Atlantic Ocean. I had an old ragged ford that got me to work on the island. It would run but it looked like shit. I had just started high school this year. I had dated some, but not with a regular girl, just kind of hit and miss. I was not into sex other than masturbation. This was my favorite pass time, even though it was considered a mortal sin by my church. I made friends that summer with Bernard Deason a guy my age that worked the same shift as a lifeguard. We started hanging out together after our shift. We both had allot in common except that Bernard had a steady girlfriend. I would rarely stay on the island after dusk. I wanted to be back on the mainland to spend my free time. One weekend Bernard said his steady was going to be out of town for a few days. He asked if I wanted to split the cost of a room at the Tybee Motel that weekend. He said we could party the weekend away. I told my parents that I was going to spend the weekend with a friend and I would see them Monday. We checked into the motel after work on Friday. Bernard knew a guy who bought us a couple of cases of beer, which we iced down in the bathtub. We started to down the suds. I am not a drinker and had a buzz from the first beer. I told Bernard I was getting high and needed to get some air. Bernard joked "just be careful under the boardwalk" I went outside for a walk on the beach but had no idea what he meant about the pier. I thought that I might be mugged if I went near the pier, so I walked north on the beach away form the pier. The warm summer air helped clear my head and I headed back to the motel. Bernard asked "Did you have fun under the boardwalk....., I might have to visit there myself before the night ends." This seemed strange to me, and I asked myself "What goes on under the pier?" I could tell Bernard was getting wasted quickly as he started slurring his words. I again asked him what went on under the pier. He answered, "You don't know?, guys get off under it, you have to pay sometimes, but you get you rocks." I asked "Pay for what?" He laughed, "Pay for a blow job, some guys make extra bucks, sucking dicks under it, sometimes they do it free." Bernard then asked "Wan'na come with me to the pier, I'll treat, I'll pay for us both." I thought about it for a few minutes and said "Yea, lets do, I've never been blown". He looked at me and smiled, "Yea right, I'm a virgin too. Everyone's been to the pier." I let the argument drop. We walked toward the pier in the dark beach night. I wore just my bathing shorts, tee shirt and shoes. I felt my cock start to expand as we reached the pier. It was dark at the pier with very little light with a new moon in the sky. Bernard said "Follow me, we'll go down by the dunes, that's where the dudes hang out, they're the ones that blow me." We climbed down from the pier and headed toward the dunes that formed under the pier. Bernard looked from side to side as he yelled "Shit, No ones out tonight, I'm so horny, I'd pay one of the dudes a hundred bucks to take my load, Shit, Shit, Shit.I'm gonna get wasted." As we entered the room, I asked him "You'd really pay one hundred dollars for a blow job. Why don't you just cruise for a queer to blow you." Bernard laughed as he answered, "Shit you think this is San Francisco, you see any queers out on the beach. This is the Bible belt South, the way you get laid here is from a hustler, and they stay at the pier because no one bothers them there. Some of them make a thousand a week." I joked, "Shit I'd hustle for a thousand dollars, I work all the time, I only make 75 dollars" Bernard looked at me and joked, "Great, if you're gonna hustle, start tonight. Go hang out under the pier, I'll bring my hundred and you can blow me." I laughed thinking this was funny. My reply was "OK, I'm on my way out." Bernard said "I'll leave the light on for you" I thought I would go walk the beach again, not really planning to go to the pier. I thought Bernard would be passed out by the time I returned. I had walked the beach for about a half hour when I passed the pier. I decided to see if there was anyone there now. The dune side was still deserted. As I started to head back to the motel, I saw someone approach the pier. I ducked behind a column and spied from the dark. The figure came straight to the place where I hid in the dark. It was Bernard walking toward me under the pier. He spoke softly, "dude, I'm glad you're here dude, I want the regular, I've got the money, you ready?"