Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2020 10:39:34 -0400 From: Dalton Avary Subject: Adventures at the Y by Dalton Avary This is a true story. It's been a while, so some of the dialogue may not be exact but a lot of it has been burned into my memory so it's accurate. It was the next year after my Department Store Gloryhole story. I was 9 years old and taking swimming lessons at the Y with my best friend Doug, who was one year younger than me. Doug was a small skinny boy with red hair and green eyes and freckles. Despite being younger than I was, Doug had a bigger dick. He was hung and his dangling 3 inches looked even bigger on his tiny frame. I noticed that Doug got lots of looks from the boys and men in the locker room when he changed. It should be noted that my Y didn't have the separate boys and men's locker rooms and showers I've heard about in other stories. All the males were together, changing and showering, providing a nice eyeful for a young gay boy like myself. After my lesson in masturbation the Christmas before, I had shown Doug how to jerk off, using the stroking technique I had seen through the gloryhole. We used to do it together all the time. I would take Doug's floppy Irish penis between my thumb and first two fingers and squeeze it and stroke it up and down until he got an erection. My dick would get hard instantly but Doug's took a little bit of effort to get going. While I was clearly gay, I don't think Doug really was and didn't get as turned on by cocks as me. His dick didn't get too much bigger when hard, a shower rather than a grower like me. When 8 year old Doug was fully erect, his penis was about an inch longer than mine, maybe 4.5 inches or so. It pointed upwards rather than sticking straight out like mine did. I loved feeling Doug's heartbeat pulse in his dick and see it bob up and down with the beating of his heart. Like most boys, we weren't very slick and thought we were sneakier than we were when we jerked off together. My mom caught us on more than one occasion rubbing dicks. Thankfully, she didn't freak out and just told us to stop goofing off. But me and Doug wanted to play with our little cocks where my mother's prying eyes couldn't see us. Like the locker room at the Y! No moms were allowed in the men's room so we were home free! Of course, there were boys and men to deal with but we were so slick and sneaky, nobody would ever know we were touching each other's hard cocks. Here was our brilliant 8 and 9 year old plan. We would sit on a bench in a corner of the locker room with a big towel draped across our skinny naked bodies, and stroke each other under the towel. Nobody would have any idea what we were doing! Such clever boys! One day, Doug and I were doing our thing in an empty corner of the quiet locker room. Under the towel, I was vigorously stroking his cock while he did mine. We were giggling and moaning and saying "that feels good" to each other. Suddenly, a naked teenager came around the corner and stood in front of us. We stopped our stroking but didn't take our hands off each other's dicks, maybe for fear of making too much commotion under our towel. The teen stood in front of us smirking, his 17 year old cock swinging back and forth. He had dark hair and a wisp of a mustache. I found myself staring at his hairy crotch. "Well well well," he said. "What do we have here? Two horny little boys I see. Let's see what's happening under that towel!" The teen then pulled off our towel, exposing our naked little boy bodies and hands around each other's mostly deflated dicks. "Couple of little homos," he said. "You like dick ya homos? I got a dick for you." At this point, Doug started to cry. I hugged his shoulder and told him it would be alright. I'm not sure where this came from but I told the teen to leave Doug alone. That I would do whatever he wanted me to, but to just let Doug get dressed and go. This surprising plea worked...sort of. The teen let Doug get dressed but said he had to stay and watch so he couldn't tell on him. Doug put on his shirt and jeans and sat on a nearby bench and looked at me and the teen. By now, the teenager was fully hard, probably six inches. It stuck straight out like mine did when I was hard (which I wasn't at this time). "Touch it homo," the boy said. "You know you want to." I did want to, though not exactly in these circumstances. But I didn't hesitate and wrapped my little hand around this 17 year old girthy cock. Without even being asked, I started stroking him like I had seen the man do through the gloryhole. "What the fuck?" the teen exclaimed as I beat him off. "You're a little pro aren't you? You're better than my girlfriend. Don't stop, homo. Keep going." I did. I was really getting into it. I loved the feeling of this grown up cock sliding between my fingers. So hard yet soft at once. The teen was thrusting his naked ass, driving his cock harder into my fist. He was panting like a dog. "Stroke it harder you little fucker. You're going to make me cum." I didn't know what that meant, though I thought it had something to do with the white stuff that came out of the man's cock at the department store. Doug was crying again as he watched me jerk off the teen. He knew this was wrong and bad but I didn't. This was fun as hell! I was getting to play with a big adult cock! Then the boy began moaning louder. We must have been the only ones in the locker room because I remember him grunting really loud and nobody interrupted us. There were only like seven kids in our swimming group and I think they had all left. So the teen felt comfortable grunting and cursing as his orgasm approached, calling me a "sexy little fucker." He looked down at my fully erect boy dick and pointed. "You're so fucking turned on. You love my big cock." And with that, the teen shot his load all over my naked body. Spurts of hot jizz splashing on my bony chest and dribbling down onto my hard dick. He pulled my hand off him, which made me a little sad. He noticed my expression and said not to worry about it. "My cock gets sensitive after I shoot. You'll see when you're older. You did good, kid. Now wash up and get out of here." He wiped up his cock with my towel, got dressed and left. His name was Cal and I have a few more stories about him and me. I showered off his cum and got dressed. Doug asked if I was ok and thanked me for sticking up for him. "What was that stuff he shot on you?" Doug asked me. "I think it's called cum," I said. "Grown-ups make it when they get that feeling." Doug said it was gross but I said I liked it when he shot it on me. It made me happy. Much later in life, I would enjoy being the center of some bukkake play. I'm sure this had something to do with it. So that's my story for this time. Thank you for all the nice comments you've been sending me. I really appreciate them. If you want to send me some more and chat about real life memories, hit me up at daltonavary@gmail.com and don't forget to donate some money to Nifty! More real life tales to come!