Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 16:12:54 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 13

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys, (and
some girls). If this is illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in 1969, some of the terms used may not be
politically correct as I have tried to be true to the time period.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. I enjoy all of your comments, both
good & bad! 1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 13

After our crazy teen-boy sexcapades were over, we jumped into the shower
again to quickly clean off all of the sex juices on us, pulled on our
shorts and tee shirts and then headed out to the garage to jump on our
bikes. We wrapped a couple of tie-dyed colored pool towels around our
necks, then headed out and down the hill, making a right on Alder Avenue
and then around the golf course, down towards the High School pool.

Once we got to the High School, we locked our bikes to the rusty chain-link
fence surrounding the outside basketball courts, and went up the ramp to
the gate to get our tickets so we could go inside and get a locker. One of
the Junior Lifeguards manning the desk was a hunky looking senior boy with
long curly black hair and an outrageous hard stomach and broad
shoulders. He was wearing Bulldog red nylon shorts and nothing else. The
other one was a flat chested girl with a brown afro in a one piece red
swimsuit who was obviously flirting with this guy, but getting absolutely
nowhere. Either he was queer or he thought she was a dog.

All I had to do to get in was flash my student ID card that I got last year
when I was a freshman, even though I didn't really look like that anymore,
and grab my ticket. Since Jake didn't have his card yet, he had to pay a
quarter, and while he fished out his change, I had a good chance to check
out this lifeguard guy. I made a mental note to make sure that I kept up my
swimming so I would have a rock hard stomach and big arms like he did. He
gave us a big smile and Jake a sly wink, then told us to go in the
back. After we were done there we walked around the building, up the steps
and into the boy's locker room.

When we were inside I noticed that this place was really busy, since we got
there just as the pool had opened. Little boys were running all over the
place, in various states of dress, and totally excited to get into the big
pool. Actually, there were two pools; a big pool that had a shallow end and
striped for laps and then a smaller, deeper pool specifically for
diving. That pool had a regular diving board and a really high diving
platform that always scared the shit out of me. I had gone off the high one
a couple of times before, usually on a dare from my friends, but I'd always
chicken out at the last minute and instead of doing a dive I just jumped
feet first and sink into the deep water. Maybe with Jake around he could
help me figure out the right way to dive off the high board without
freaking out or splitting my head open.

We looked around for Coach Brian, and not seeing him wandered over to the
cage to check with the towel-boy to see if he knew where Coach might be. To
my surprise, the guy behind the cage was my pot-selling friend from down
the street, Cooper!

"Hey Coop. What are you doing in there, man?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm tryin' to make a little bit of bread
this summer. I was expecting to be sitting out by the pool checkin' out all
the babes, but since I'm the low man on the Totem pole this year I got
stuck doing this shit. What are you doing here Ryan? Is your pool broken?"

"Nah, me and my new neighbor Jake here are gonna start working out so we
can be on the swim team this year, once school starts. He just moved into
the Bailey next door to me," I said pointing to Jake.

"Nice to meet you, man. My names Cooper but everybody calls me Coop. How do
you like living next door to this butt wipe?"

"Well, he's OK, I suppose. He's kind of a skuzz, but since my mom bought
the house I guess I'll just have to live with it. Since there isn't much I
can do about it maybe I can talk her into putting up a big wall with barbed
wire or get some guard dogs or something."

"Right on, man, you're funny. Where did you used to live?"

"My mom, sister and me lived in a crummy part of San Pedro. I'm really glad
to get out of that shit hole. It seems like it's pretty cool around here,
from what I've seen already."

"Well, don't place your bets so fast. Livin' next to Ryan is gonna be tough
on `ya, having to look at that ugly mug all the time!"

"Shut the fuck up, Coop. You know I'm the sharpest dude on our street."

"Right. And humble, too," Cooper said laughing. "Hey, did you say you have
a sister? How old is she?"

"Down boy! She's seventeen, but she's off boys this week," I said.

"What's that mean? Is she a twat snatcher or something like that? Well, old
Coop is always up for a challenge. Coop can handle any old rug muncher."

"No," Jake said, and he started laughing, which got me laughing,
too. "She's definitely not into pussy!"

"It's just that Lisa had a couple of bad relationships at her old high
school and so she says she doesn't want to meet any guys around here right
away," I told him. "She's actually taking a liking to Jordy, if you can
believe it."

"No shit. Your little brother? Wait. He's way too young. They're really
hangin' out?"

"Yeah, they both like the same candy-ass music like Tom Jones or The
Archie's."

"Hey now, don't mess with The Archie's. I like Sugar, Sugar, too. And I
always munch on my cereal with them on Saturday mornings, if I'm up. Maybe
I'm gonna have to meet this Lisa and impress her with my manly charms,"
Coop said, flexing his tan, but bony arms.

"Roger that, buddy. I'll be sure and fix you guys right up," Jake said
laughing again.

"What's wrong with me? I know how to show a girl a good time."

"Yeah, by letting her date your older brother!" I had to help Jake rub it
in.

"Now that's just not fair. If you're gonna mess with me," Coop said looking
around to make sure the coast was clear, "than the next time you want some
of my special product it's gonna cost ya, Miller, a lot!"

"Calm down, Coop. We're just messin' with ya. Jake and I will talk to her
and see if she wants to meet up sometime. But don't be mad if she says
no. Like I said, she's taking it kinda slow right now."

"That's cool. I can dig that. But just drop my name, OK? Listen I gotta get
to work and shuffle these towels around for the sprogs when they start
tiring out. And I don't want Coach catching me mooning over your sister."

"Where is he, anyway? We were just looking for him."

"He was out at the pool, checking with everybody on their time cards. You'd
think that the juniors and seniors would know how to tell time by now."

"Yeah, you would. Well, we'll catch ya later."

"Nice meeting you, Coop."

"You too, Jake. Say hi to your sister for me," he said raising one eyebrow.

We were just heading out the door when Coach Brian popped
inside. "Mr. Miller. Mr. uh...Jake. I thought I'd be seeing you guys
soon. What's going on?"

"Not much Coach. We still want to get on that training program that you
were talking to us about the other day."

"Right on. Let's head back to my office. You guy's been swimming your laps
at home?"

"Oh yeah, Coach. At least once a day, and sometimes twice a day. Ryan has
really been a big help showing me how to do my flip turns, and I've been
showing him a couple of dives. I think I'm starting to get faster."

"Excellent!" He said, patting him on the back and walking us into his
office and taking a seat behind his desk. "Well, what I want to do with you
guys is to try a program that I heard about from a friend of mine down in
San Diego. What he is doing with his team is the same thing that the
Olympic coaches have been trying out lately on their guys, and getting good
results. It's basically this: Some weight training three times a week, some
diet changes that I'm sure you're not going to like, and this last one
sounds weird but after I checked it out I think it will really make you
guys shine. Have you guys ever heard of Yoga?"

"Like that Maharishi Marshmallow guy that George Harrison hung out with in
India recently? Didn't he OD on acid a while ago?" I asked as we plopped
down on the hard plastic chairs in his office.

"Yeah, he's the one, and no, I don't think he OD'd. I think they only smoke
pot. And I'm pretty sure that's not his correct name. Anyway, the one I'm
studying is Selvarajan Yesudian. He was a Yogi who wrote a book about
`Sport and Yoga' that's very interesting. What I want to do is have you two
sophomore guys and two of my junior guys from last year's team take yoga
classes three times a week here in the gym. I want to compare how the four
of you do in comparison to the seniors and other teammates who aren't doing
yoga and weight training. I'm hoping that you guys will be as good as they
are or maybe even better. I know the seniors have at least two years on
you, but I think this stuff might really work. I'm going to have my
girlfriend Sam teach you this stuff since she has been doing yoga for a
couple of years now. She learned it in college and she is really pretty
good. What I want to find out is if breathing and stretching and a little
bit of meditation are just as good, or better, when added to traditional
training. What do you guys think of that?"

 "I'm up for it. That sounds sorta groovy! My mom will like the meditation
part `cause she thinks she's a love child, even though she's kinda old,"
Jake said.

"Yeah, I agree. It does sound cool. Thanks for choosing us Coach. We'll
work hard at it and do a good job. But why did you pick us? I wasn't on the
team last year and Jake wasn't even here? Do you think we're special or
something? And who are the other two guys?"

"I have an ulterior motive, but I'm not ready to disclose that with you
just yet. One guy I'm pretty sure you know, Ryan, and the other one I sort
of recruited from another school. A private school down the road. I want to
talk with them first and make sure that we're all on the same page, and
that they are just as motivated as you are. Besides, I think you'll both be
strong swimmers. Are either of you working jobs this summer or doing
anything else that might interfere with your training?"

"No Coach. I think my dad would probably pay us good money just to keep us
out of trouble," I said joking.

"Good. So let's do this: on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays let's meet here
at two in the afternoon. We'll have you do yoga first with Samantha for an
hour, and then take a short break and maybe have a quick healthy
snack. Then around four when most of the little kids have pooped out and
the pool is quieter, I'll have at least one lane set up in the pool so you
guys can do some laps and I can see how you are progressing and I can give
you some pointers. Don't work on your speed yet, just work on your
form. It's OK if you want to race each other once in a while just for fun,
but don't overdo it. Let's do some weight training with me on Tuesdays and
Thursdays at eleven, for about an hour, before I have to be in here to
watch the minnows. I'll teach you how to use the equipment so you don't
hurt yourself. You can either swim afterwards here, or if you are swimming
at home you can just do that there. I just don't want you to overwork
yourselves. What do you guy's think?"

"Sounds great. You said three days of weights. I'm guessing that you don't
want to come in on Saturdays. Can we work out on Saturday s at my house? My
dad has some weight lifting equipment in the garage. And what do we wear
for yoga?" I asked.

"Sure, you can work out at home, just don't push it. Don't start until I
show you the basics of weight training and all of the safety rules that go
with it. As for Yoga, you're going to have to wear your sweat pants and a
t-shirt in the gym, and please wear a jock strap so you don't embarrass
yourselves in front of Samantha. She doesn't really need to see your stones
rolling around when you do some of those weird positions that she's going
to make you do, and I don't need the competition!" Coach said laughing. "Do
you guys have your Speedos yet?"

"Not yet Coach. Maybe I can get my sister to take us shopping at the
sporting goods store downtown tomorrow," Jake said looking at me.

"Yeah, we can do that. Do we have to get the school colors or can we get
some psychedelic Speedos?"

"Well, you should both get at least one pair in red, for the school colors,
and for when we meet with the team but for the other pair it really doesn't
matter. Be sure you talk to the clerk to help you get the right size. Oh,
get the new ones that just came out. Some guys wore them in last year's
summer Olympics, and set quite a few new world records. Remember Charles
Hickcox who won a gold medal? The new ones are a little smaller and tighter
and will make you guys have less resistance so you should swim faster.

"You might want to wear them at home first to try them out or in case
you're a little bit shy so you can get used to them. They really don't
leave much to the imagination, but after a while it doesn't bother you
anymore. They actually give you a hot looking tan line. Oh. Some of the
guys who are real hairy down there do a little bit of trimming so your bush
doesn't pop out around the edges. I'm sure you two can figure out what to
do if that is a problem," Coach said chuckling at us.

"Right, Coach, we get it. Can the guy at the store tell us how to put our
`stones' as you call them, in the right way?" I asked.

"I'm sure he can. But I always wear mine with my willy pointing straight
down over my stones. That way my suit wouldn't look like a banana
hammock. And if you get an erection it won't be so noticeable, and won't
get totally hard, `cause it's bent down. I know how you young guys get
erections at the most inopportune times, so all I can tell you is how I
dealt with it. Anything else? I need to go back outside."

"No, I don't think so. When do we find out who the other two guys are going
to be on our workout team?" I asked, trying again to find out who these
guys were.

"I want to talk with the two guys that I have in mind first to make sure
the four of you are going to be compatible. I'm pretty sure that you will,
but I want to double check. I don't want big ego's getting in the way of my
little experiment. I want to make sure that the four of you will help each
other out and work as a team, and have each other's back. The two guys I'm
thinking about are both good guys, but I just want to be sure."

"OK, Coach, that sounds groovy."

"Let's meet here in my office about one on Monday and we'll do a weigh in
and take your measurements. I'll set you guys up in the visitor's locker
room so you won't have to deal with the little sprogs running around and
getting in your way. I think we'll meet Monday through Thursday this week
and then take off Friday because it's the Fourth of July. After that, we'll
meet five days a week. Does that sound OK? I really have to get going, I
need to check on things outside."

"No problem. And thanks, Coach. We'll see you Monday," I said.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Coach. I'm gonna work hard at this," Jake added.

"All right, guys. I'll see you next week."

We left Coach's office and found an empty locker that we could stuff our
towels in and then stuck our heads under the shower. I never could figure
out why you had to get in the shower before you went in the pool. Were
there really that many dirty kids in the world? After we rinsed off, we
headed out to the pool. The pool was really packed with screaming little
kids trying to cool off from the hot summer sun. There was hardly a square
inch of water that wasn't occupied. The strong smell of chlorine really
permeated the air. They probably had to put in more chemicals because so
many of the little kids were pissing in the pool. I don't know where all
the babes were that Coop was talking about, but they sure weren't hanging
around the pool. They must have gone to the beach with their boyfriends,
`cause there weren't very many older kids hangin' at the pool. I'm guessing
that it was going to be at least a hundred degrees today, and it wasn't
even July yet! It was so hot that the water from our quickie shower had
evaporated already. I looked over at Jake and asked him what he wanted to
do.

"Let's go call Lisa and see if she can pick us up in the microbus and take
us to the sporting goods store. She should have dropped my mom off at work
and by now and is probably home lying on the couch watching Dark Shadows or
Match Game or something like that with your brother. I agree with you that
it's too damn crowded. And it's too damn hot! We can go shopping and when
we get back we can try out our new suits in your pool."

"Cool, there's a pay phone back in the locker room. Let's go give her a
call."

Less than fifteen minutes later Lisa pulled up in front of the high school
with Jordy riding shotgun in the hippie flowered microbus. And wouldn't you
know it, Sugar, Sugar was playing loudly on the radio! Jake popped the rear
door open so we could put our bikes in the back and then we jumped in the
bench seat as Lisa headed out of the parking lot.

"I forgot to tell you on the phone that we have to run past Wiggy's Records
so I can get the little man a new record or two. We were playing cribbage
and at first he'd win, and then I'd win, and back and forth. So finally I
made him a bet that whoever won the next game could pick out a new record
and the other one had to pay for it," Lisa told us.

"And guys, guess what! I won! I'm gonna have me a lot of songs by the end
of the summer," Jordan said jumping around in his seat.

"That's great little man. What are you going to get?" I asked, bracing
myself.

"I want Get Back by the Beatles. I like JoJo."

"Wow, I'm impressed," I said. "You really are going to have a fine
collection. I never imagined you as a Beatles fan."

"You know, little man, that JoJo is really about Yoko," Jake said.

"So?"

"Well, how can I put this nicely?" said Jake, looking towards my direction.

"Don't look at me. You're the one who just put his big foot in his big
mouth," I said, looking right back at him.

"Um...well, let's see. OK. Here's the thing. You know that John likes Yoko,
but the rest of the band doesn't like her because they think she's trying
to take him away from them, and this song kinda tells her to get back where
you belong. In other words, the guys are telling her to get lost and leave
John and the band alone."

"Oh. Well, I don't care. I still like the song."

"And I heard that the reference to California grass isn't about marijuana
but it's about heading for greener pastures. I mean, if he lived in Tucson
he could just as easily go down to Mexico to get his grass. It certainly is
a lot closer," Lisa chimed in, pulling up to a stop light. "Plus,
California is a lot greener than the desert of Arizona."

"OK smarty pants, tell me this," I asked Lisa. "What does the part about
Sweet Loretta Martin thinking she was a woman, but she was really another
man, mean?"

"It means this...see, she's...aww fuck! I don't know," Lisa said laughing.

"Oh, you are so burned!" Jake told his sister.

"I think it's another reference directed to Yoko `cause the guys are
thinking she's just a gold digger, like a groupie chick they might meet on
the road. But she's not like that because she's more like a conniving,
treacherous man out to get them," I said.

"Good point, my man."

"Thank you."

"I want a different record now, I think," Jordy said, cracking us all up.

"Hey, the record store is only a block away from where Stillman's Sport
Shack is. Why don't you and Jordy go shopping for your records and Jake and
I will meet you back here when were done," I suggested.

"All right. How about we meet in an hour or so. If you boys get done sooner
just come and get us."

"Hey Lisa, do you have any extra cash. Wiley was nice enough to pay for the
speedos, but I need to get some sweats, too."

"Don't worry about it Jake. My dad has an account at the store and they'll
just bill him for whatever we buy. You can pay him when he gets the bill."

"Groovy!"

Lisa pulled the bus into an empty parking space a few stores down from the
record store. We all piled out and she locked up the doors, making sure the
back was secure so nobody could swipe our bikes.

"See you guys in a little while," I yelled out.

Jake and I headed down the street towards the sporting goods shop. Because
of the heat, the sidewalks were mostly empty.

"I liked this old store because they have been here for a long time and
they seem to have everything that you could want. My dad got me my BB gun
from here," I told Jake as we walked inside. The air conditioning was
blasting and it made the store nice and cool. Surprisingly, we were the
only two people in the place. I guess because it was so hot nobody was out
shopping. After looking around for a while, a tall, young looking white guy
with really long, blond curly hair and wearing a shiny gold medallion on a
chain around his neck came over to help us out. He looked more like a
hippie or a rock star than a sporting goods salesman. Sort of a taller
Roger Daltry.

"Hey guys, what are you looking for?" he said, smiling at us.

"Our coach at the high school sent us here to get some Speedos. We're gonna
be working out for the swim team."

"And I'm going to need some sweats, too," added Jake.

"Right on. I can fix you guy's right up. Glad to help. It's been so slow in
here I was about to go ape. What color do you dude's want?"

"We need one pair in red to match the school colors and then the other ones
can be anything else."

"Okeydokey, follow me. I think we can find you guys some styles and colors
that you might totally dig."

We wandered through the store all the way to the back where they had all of
the swimming stuff. I was starting to get nervous now because the suits on
the mannequins looked really small and showed off everything, not that the
mannequins had anything to show. Even though I was used to swimming naked
with my friends, and I wasn't really self-conscious about my body, I had
never showed off my stuff in public like this before, especially in front
of a lot of people that I didn't know.

"Do you guys know what waist size you are?" He asked us as he rummage
through a rack of suits.

"I used to be a 28 but I think I've out-grown that size," Jake
answered. "Everything that I own is too tight now."

"Come here and let me measure you. Why don't you pull up your shirt so I
can get your waist size?" he said, pulling out a tape measure deep out of
his green army fatigues.

He did a quick measurement and told Jake that he was pretty close to a 30.

"I might as well measure your inseam, so we can get the right fit for those
sweats, too," he said, bending down on one knee in front of Jake, and
jamming a hand up into his crotch. I had to stifle a laugh, while Jake
coughed.

"Are you measuring me or checking for a hernia?" Jake asked the salesman.

"Oh, sorry."

I never liked it when my mom would take us shopping and they would measure
me there like that. It was usually an old lady with scraggly whiskers and
they'd always hit you right in the nuts, hard. One time when we were at
Bullock's Department store trying on dress pants to get tailored when the
old man asked me which side did I put my pants on. What the fuck did that
mean? Then later on when I got home I asked my dad what that meant and he
told me that this was a nice way of saying which side of the pant legs do
you shove your privates in. Oh. Well, why didn't he guy just ask me that?

"All right, that's good. Let me measure your partner in crime over here and
I think we'll be good to go. Pull up your t-shirt so I can get an accurate
measurement," He said to me.

"You're a 30 as well, so that should make things easier. Take off all of
your clothes and try these on so we can see how they fit," he told us as he
handed us each a pair of suits.

"Right here in the middle of the store?" I asked as Jake was already
pulling off his T-shirt and was starting to toe off his Keds.

"Of course not. The changing rooms are right over there," he said pointing
to the corner, and laughing. "It wouldn't bother me too much to see you
guys naked, but if another customer came in here it might be a little
weird, though, don't you dudes think?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jake giggled, putting his shoes back on.

We grabbed the suits from the guy and marched over to the dressing
rooms. We each took a room and closed the half-sized door behind us. The
doors were so short that we could look over the top and see the salesman
leaning against the clothes rack waiting for us to finish. We quickly
stripped off all of our clothes and piled them on the floor, then unclipped
the Speedos from the hanger. I was just sliding my pair up my legs and over
my butt when I heard Jake swear from the little room next door.

"What's wrong?"

"I just pinched my balls. I think these damn things are too small."

"Come out here and let me take a look and see what's wrong," the salesman
told Jake.

I was looking over the top of the dressing room door when I saw Jake
stumble out of the dressing cubicle, while the salesman just stood looking
at him with his hands on his hips and a big smirk on his face, holding back
a laugh.

"What?" Jake asked him, after the salesman just stood there and grinned at
him.

 "I don't think I've ever seen a guy wear speedos backwards before. No
wonder you pinched your balls. Turn around and look at yourself in the
mirror, man. See how saggy they are in the back? That's the extra room in
front for your dick and balls. Get those turned around before you get
gangrene."

Jake started laughing and quickly stripped off his suit, right in front of
the salesman! He was standing there naked in the middle of the store when I
came out of the cubicle, wearing my suit the correct way.

"You guys aren't very modest are you?" the salesman laughed. "Do you live
on a commune or something?"

"No, not really. Actually we don't wear anything when we go swimming," Jake
said stuffing his plumping dick into the front side pouch.

"At the high school?" the guy asked loudly.

"No, at my house. Is this right?" I asked the guy, stepping in front of the
full length mirror and taking a long look at myself in this skimpy swim
suit.

"Yeah, you got it right. But you don't have to pull it up so high. You're
going to pinch your balls too, just like your friend. Man, both of you boys
are going to get blue balls! These suits are supposed to ride low on your
hips. And here, look. Pull out the top and push your dick down in front
over your balls, like you're wearing a jock. It looks better and it will be
more comfortable when you dive in the pool."

Both Jake and I yanked out the top of our suits and rearranged our dick and
balls, right in front of the sales guy, and then stood looking at ourselves
in the mirror.

"Are you sure you guys are in high school?"

"Why? You think we're retarded?" Jake asked.

"Oh no. Not at all. I was just thinking that you guys have nice bodies and
look pretty muscular for your age. And from what I can tell you both have
pretty big members."

"Members?" Jake asked looking at me. "Like the Hells Angels? What's he
talking about, members?"

"Our dicks, chowder head. Haven't you heard that expression before?" I said
laughing.

"No. You mean like Little Jake is a member of Big Jake? That doesn't make
any sense."

"You guys are way too funny. You should change you names to Ricky and Fred!
You little dudes have just made my day," the salesman said, really laughing
this time.

"Excuse me, but we're not little dudes," I said.

"Yeah, we're not. What happens if I do get a boner? It's kinda tight and I
don't want to break it," Jake said.

"You won't break it, I'm quite sure of that. I've worn suits like this
before and I've never had any trouble. If you do get boners a lot, point
your dick up towards your belly button."

"Oh, yeah, that feels better," Jake said, sticking his hand down the front
of his swim suit again and re-arranging his plumping cock. Being almost
naked in a store in front of a stranger was kind of exciting and we both
were starting to get turned on.

"The only problem is that if you get real hard, your boner will stick out
the top and be obvious to everyone around you."

"You mean like this?" Jake said, turning around and showing the top of his
stiffy to the salesman and me.

"Yes, exactly. That is quite an impressive member that you've got there,
man. Which one of you has the bigger one?" the salesclerk asked us.

"His is longer but mine is fatter," I said, rearranging my cock in the
swimsuit. Man, I hope I never get a boner wearing this because everybody
will be able to tell.

"Do you guys play with each other's dicks? I only asked that `cause my
brother and I used to play around with each other."

"Yeah, sometimes we do. He has a tree house and we go naked out there
sometimes," Jake said.

"What do you guys do?" the salesman asked, rubbing his crotch.

"Just normal guy sex stuff, I guess," I said, absentmindedly rubbing my
boner. These speedos felt really sexy all of a sudden.

"It's been a long time since my brother and I fooled around. I like snatch
and tits and everything but would you guys mind if felt up your cocks for a
second? I'll let you have a swimsuit for free."

I looked over to Jake and shrugged my shoulders, while he just sort of
grinned at me. "Yeah, I guess," I said. "We both get a swimsuit for free?"

"Sure. Come over here and let me see your boners."

We both took a couple of steps towards the salesman and then we pulled the
front of the speedos down and under our balls so that our hard cocks
flipped out into the air, right in the middle of the sporting goods store.

"Wow! You boys have beautiful pricks. Yours is really long and you have a
fat one! Oh, I've never seen an uncircumcised dick before," he said,
grabbing our dicks in both of his hands. He rubbed us to full super-hard
erections, paying special attention to my foreskin.

"Stay right there. Don't move. I'm going to put the fifteen minute sign on
the front door and lock it. Don't move, boys, I'll be right back."

"Hey, are you cool with this, Jake?" I whispered.

"I guess. We're both boned up and if he wants to rub one off for us, why
not? Besides, we get a free pair of Speedos."

"There. Now we don't have to worry about anyone coming in here. You know, I
see a lot of athletic kids in here, but you boys have really nice bodies
for your age. Take off those suits and turn around and look in the
mirror. I'll show you what I'm talking about. You, Jake is it, have
beautiful, big round buttocks and strong legs. Your deltoid muscles and
your biceps are nicely shaped. You could do some sit-up to work on your
abdomen and oblique's to burn off the rest of your baby fat. And your dick
is nice and long and straight. Can you flex it to make it bob up and down?"

"Yeah, I can do that. See?"

"Oh, that's so bitchin'!"

"Dude, be careful; you're gonna leak dick juice everywhere," I said.

"It's all right. We get the carpets cleaned all the time. Let's take a look
at your body. I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Ryan."

"That's right. Well, Ryan, you have a little bit leaner body than Jake, but
it's still very nice and well proportioned. Turn around for a second and
look over your shoulder at the mirror. Your back and shoulders are nicely
muscled, as well as the muscles in your lower back. Most boys your age
still have some baby fat but it looks like you've burned most of that off
from swimming. You could do some squats to bulk up your butt and legs, and
that will also help when you dive off the board. Turn around for a
second. See, your chest is nicely developed and you have a really nice `V'
shape going down towards for crotch. Maybe you could help Jake with his
stomach and he can help you work on your legs and butt."

"I can work on his butt."

"I'm sure you could, but that's not what I had in mind. Both of your dicks
are beautiful. Like I said, I haven't seen an uncircumcised one before, or
one that is as fat as yours is. Would you guys mind if I blowed you? You
don't have to do anything to me. It's been such a long time since I've
sucked on my brothers cock, and, well, you guys have got me all
excited. What do you say?"

"Go for it!"

"Who wants to go first?"

"Suck Jake off. I want to watch. That'll make me even hornier," I said.

The salesman wasted no time and got down in front of Jake on his knees,
grabbed Jake's throbbing member in his hand and after giving it a couple of
nice slow strokes, slid it into his mouth. It may have been awhile since
this guy sucked on a dick, but you could tell he had had some practice
because he was able to down all of Jake's cock very easily. It was cool to
watch Jake's cock disappear completely into the guys waiting mouth. He
sucked all the way down until his nose was buried in Jakes brown cock
hairs.

"How do you do that? How can you suck the whole thing down like that?"

"Well, this is what my girlfriend does to me. She sticks out her tongue so
that her throat is more open. The other thing is get the cock good and
slobbery," he said, going back to work on Jakes raging boner.

"Man, Jake. That is so hot watching your dick disappear down his throat," I
said, stroking my own hard shaft. I scooted over next to Jake and wrapped
my arm around his waist and he sort of leaned into me. While the sales
clerk kept slurping and sucking on Jake, I started to rub Jake's butt
cheeks and help push him forward so his dick slipped in the guy's mouth all
the way.

"Oh, man. I'm about to blow. Do you want to take my load, mister?" Jake
asked.

"Yeah, bud, fire away."

And fire away is what he did. Four or five good blasts shot out of the tip
of Jakes hard cock and down the gullet of the salesman. Every time that
he'd launch a volley, his butt cheeks would clench tight and he'd rock
forward on his toes. The salesman didn't miss a shot; he took every drop
that Jake unloaded.

"That was good. Now suck off my friend before he shoots all over the
store," Jake said laughing and tweaking on my tit.

The salesman moved over and inhaled my hard boner. His mouth was real hot
and gooey from Jake's fresh deposit. This guy was good-I'll give him
that. We were definitely going to learn some new techniques from this guy,
and it was obvious that he and his brother had seen a lot of cock sucking
action. He pulled off me for a second so he could inspect my foreskin,
pulling it back and forth and nibbling on the chewy end.

"I wish I was uncircumcised. This extra meat is groovy," He said.

"I know. My dad tells my brother and me that we'll thank him for that later
on. Take my dick all the way down like what you just did Jake. That looked
hot."

He spit on the top of my tool and then worked it around with his hand,
getting it all nice and slippery. Then he sorta stuck out his tongue and
then in one big gulp downed the whole length of my fat cock deep into his
throat. Oh my gosh! It was so warm and inviting in there that I felt like I
could stay there forever. I just wished it was Jake sucking on me instead
of this guy.

He was really going to town and I knew that I wasn't going to last. Jake
came around and slid up behind me, moving his softening dick into my butt
checks and wrapping his arms tightly around me. It was so hot; my friend
hugging me and some stranger sucking on my cock in the middle of the store.

"Give the nice man your load, Ry," Jake whispered into my ear.

I was bucking back and forth, basically fucking this guy's mouth. Jake was
right behind me feeling me up. He'd run his paws from my nipples on down to
my hairy bush. Once he hit that spot right above my boner there was no
turning back.

"Oh, man. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my hot load down your throat,
mister. Oh, yeah, that feels bitchin'. Get ready, um, um, um, here it
comes!"

Jake grabbed me tight, pushing me deeper into the salesman with his hips,
while the salesman sucked down on my dick as I shot my steaming shipment of
sperm into his waiting mouth. Man, that felt so far out.

"Wow! Thanks, man. That felt really good."

"No problem, guys. It's been a long time and that tasted great. I guess I
need to talk with my brother and give this another try."

After that, we got dressed and the salesman opened the front door. Then he
helped us pick out another pair of Speedos for each of us. I got a purple
one and Jake got a blue and white striped one that would look really good
on him. Then Jake got two pairs of sweats and a couple of new jock
straps. Since I had some at home I didn't need to get any.

As the salesman was ringing up our sale, he asked, winking at me, "Do you
think you can help out your friend here if he can't figure out how to put
on his new jock."

"I know how to wear it. Geez. You put the straps over the front of your
`member' to hold it down and to keep it from flopping all around, and the
pouch goes in the back so it catches your farts," Jake said trying to be
serious.

That did it. The three of us busted out laughing, me so hard I almost peed
in my shorts.

After we stopped laughing, I asked the sales dude, "Hey, can I ask you
something? Where did you get that cool medallion?"

"Oh this? My girlfriend got it for me at that head shop down the
street. You know where Mike's Burgers is? Over by there."

"Groovy," I said, signing the slip so the guy could charge my dad's
account. "Thanks for the tip. We'll have to go check it out."

Just as we were leaving an older lady came in with her young grandson.
"You boys have a good day. Thanks for coming," he told us, handing us our
bags and rushing over to help her out.

As we were walking down the street to the microbus to meet Lisa and Jordan,
Jake leaned over to me and whispered, "Hey Ryan, every place we go lately,
we always end up talking about or playing with our dicks. Why is that, you
think?"

"I don't know, bud. I really don't know."


***Hope you liked this chapter. A special shout-out to Hans, Boat Boy,
Adam, Tommy and Trent for their encouragement, and help getting 1969 down
correctly. Tell me what you think. Flip 1977.flip@gmail.com