Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 12:35:50 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer -1969 Chapter 8

The story below is a work of fiction, except for 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 the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to the time period.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. Please let me know what you think
of this chapter. I really enjoy all of the feedback! 1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 8

A few minutes later Jake and I were headed down the hill towards Colorado
Boulevard. I was going to take him to Mike's Burgers for the best
cheeseburgers and shakes in town. It's a little hole-in-the wall place but
it was yummy we had been going there since I was a tiny kid. When we got
there, we locked our bikes to one of Pasadena's old ornate street lights,
next to the locked up newspaper racks that sold the L.A. Free Press,
although it wasn't really free, and some of the other titty papers. There
was a head shop down the block that my friend Coop said had a lot of really
cool pipes and posters and stuff, but I didn't know because I had never
been there and I was kind of scared to go by myself. This part of town had
definitely seen better days.

"You sure this place is good?" Jake asked me. "It looks kind of cruddy."

"Of course it is. That's why everything tastes so good. They mix the crud
into the burgers."

When we went in and reached the front, Mike the owner was standing at the
front counter waiting on a few people ahead of us in line. He looked like
this part of Pasadena: Old, scraggly and sort of spaced out. But, damn, his
food was trippy!

When we made it to the front of the line, we ordered our food and I paid
for it with some of my allowance money. I couldn't wait to get my driver's
license next year so I could get a part time job and make some real
money. But I'd be getting my learners permit real soon and I could hardly
wait! We settled into a red waxy booth way in the rear, and after wiping
someone's leftover mustard stain and wayward french fries off the seat, we
sat down to wait for our number to be called.

"I thought Pasadena was supposed to be all fancy and glamorous. This area
doesn't look any better than where I used to live. Isn't this the street
where all of those people line up to watch the Rose Parade?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, this is the right street, but the parade doesn't come all the way
down this far, it's up at the other end. Sometimes we camp out on the
sidewalk on New Year's Eve and hang out with everyone all night. It's like
a huge party and nobody sleeps. There are bonfires, beer, and cars cruise
by throwing tortillas before they close the street at midnight-it's crazy!
Maybe you and I can go this year when it turns to 1970. It's way boss. The
parade makes a turn so the floats can go park over by Victory Park, next to
the high school. I'll show you later"

"Number fifty-three. Order up!" Mike called out over the loud speaker.

That was us. I got up and got our food and then brought it back to the
table.

This looks good. Thanks buddy."

"You bet. I like these cheeseburgers because they put lots of pickles and
mustard on them, and they grill the onions, too. The shakes are really
outta sight. They get their ice crème from and old ice crème factory here
in Pasadena that's been around since the early 1920's. They make all kinds
of really cool flavors like peppermint chip and chocolate banana split. I
tried an avocado one once but it wasn't very good. My dad took us to the
factory one time and we got to see how it's made. We tried so many
different flavors that Jordy barfed all over the car on our way home!"

"That's funny. I can see him doing that. We didn't have anything good to
eat around our old apartment where we lived before. There were just a bunch
of old dive bars. I was really glad when Lisa got her driver's license and
we could get out of town. I really hated living in that apartment."

"I don't think living in an apartment would be much fun. Isn't it noisy?
And doesn't everybody know your business?" I asked, after slurping up the
rest of my chocolate mint swirl shake.

"Yeah. All of the neighbors could hear my dad and mom fight. It was really
embarrassing. I used to get in fights with some of the kids and especially
this one big kid who always made fun of us. He called us  white trash'
once and so I hauled off and punched him right in the nose, even though I
didn't know what that meant. That was kind of cool, because blood started
pouring out everywhere, and all over his cloths, and he ran back to his
mommy crying. I guess I just had enough... after that, everybody pretty
much left me alone."

"Right on! I guess I better not piss you off," I said, finishing up the
last bite of my cheeseburger and fries.

"Damn straight. I sure would hate to kick that pretty little ass of yours,"
he said with a smile and surprising me by slipping off his shoe and moving
his bare foot under the table and up into my crotch.

Locking his eyes on mine, he ground his toes into my throbbing boner, and
then started rubbing it up and down. I had to take a quick look around to
make sure no could see what was going on. Luckily we were in the back and
the lunch crowd had already thinned out, so no one noticed us. He continued
rubbing my stiff cock with his big toe on one side and his smaller toes on
the other. It felt weird having sex with a guy's foot, but it also felt
kinda sexy-good, too. It was even more exciting doing something like this
out in public, even though no one could really see us.

He started rubbing for real now, pushing his foot deeper and grinding it
into my crotch. That made me tense up and start breathing faster and I
could feel my dick juice starting to seep under my foreskin. Finally, I had
to stop him because I was about ready to blow. Just then a lady in a ugly
pants-suit walked by on the way to the restroom.

"Jake, you've gotta stop that," I whispered, pushing his foot away. "I
can't shoot my load in here. It'll be too messy and we've got other things
to do. C'mon, let's blow this joint." I stood up and pulled my t-shirt down
to cover up my still raging hard cock.

"OK, but that was totally cool, don't cha think? Where are we going now?"
Jake asked.

"Let's head down Colorado Boulevard and check out the high school so you
can see where you're going to go in the fall. Then we can ride around
Victory Park for a while and then head for Wiggy's. It's a pretty nice
school. They've got a deep pool with cool diving boards, and a bigger one
for swimming laps," I told him after we jumped on our bikes. "I was going
to be on the swim team last year but not enough guys showed up to make both
a Varsity and a JV team. Most of the guys were older and better swimmers,
so they all made the Varsity team. That left me and a couple of other guys,
but not enough for a JV team. Not a lot of guys at our school do
swimming. But it's OK. Coach Brian said I'll definitely be on the team this
year. Did you ever try out for your swim team?"

"No. I really like to swim and dive and I used to practice in the pool at
our apartment. I probably would have tried out but our school was too small
to have a team, and anyway it was always all about football. I'm not really
big enough to play football with those big gorillas that went to our school
and I'd end up looking like road kill. Some of the senior guys were over
two-hundred pounds. You know, I still can't believe what Lisa did with
those guys on the football team. Sometimes I worry that they'll come after
us," Jake said as he rode along side of me on his ten-speed.

"Yeah, but you and Lisa can put all of that shit behind you now, because
they don't know where you guys moved. I don't really like football that
much either, but I like going to the games to hang out. The guys on our
team seem kind of dopey, too, and I don't really mix with them. Don't
forget I still want to see those pictures that you took of your team. Hey,
make a right up here and  Hey! Watch out for that bum lying on the
curb. Man, you almost ran him over. C'mon, the school is up this street
five or six blocks."

As we headed up towards the school, the traffic had thinned out and we
didn't have to worry about running over anybody or being asked for money by
pan-handlers or dodging crazy old ladies pushing shopping carts filled with
god knows what. When we got to the school it was completely deserted since
summer school didn't start until next week. We jumped the curb and peddled
across the lawn, and peeling out and around the empty outdoor hallways,
leaving long skid marks. We made tight turns on our bikes here and there as
I showed Jake where the different buildings and the cafeteria was. We
passed the auto shop and then the wood shop and just as we were rounding
the boy's gym building heading towards the park next to the school, the
last door to the locker room popped open and we practically crashed into
each other trying to avoid it.

"Mr. Miller! What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing?"

It was Coach Brian, and he didn't look to happy being scared like that.

"Sorry, Coach. I didn't think anybody was here. I was just showing my
friend Jake around the school. He just moved here."

"Damn, you scared me." Then calming down he said, "Oh, it's all right. I
didn't think anyone else was here. I didn't mean to go off on you. I guess
I'm just letting off some steam because I have to run the pool for the
summer swim session. I thought I was going to get the summer off like the
rest of the teachers. Hey, you need to be more careful so you don't get
hurt. I want you on the swim team this year."

"Yeah, Coach. I promise I'll be more careful. I'm trying to talk my buddy
Jake here into trying out with me this year. We've been swimming in my pool
at home. You think we'll get more guys this year?"

"I hope so. Most of the team was made up of seniors and they just
graduated, so we might only have the Varsity team again, depending on how
many guys try out. Hi, Jake. I'm Coach Brian." he said, holding his hand
out towards Jake.

"Hi, Coach. I'm Jake...Jake Mariano. Um, if you don't mind, aren't you
kinda young to be a coach?"

"No, not really, Jake, Jake," he said smiling. "I'm actually the assistant
coach. I graduated last year from UCSD. This is my first coaching job and
that's why I'm stuck here for the summer.

"Hey, you know I was just going to take a break and get something to
drink. You guys want to come back to the office with me and have a Coke and
shoot the shit? I've got the air conditioning cranked up high." Then,
looking at me he said, "We can both gang up on Jake until he promises to
join the team. He looks like he'd be a good fit."

"Yeah, that's cool. We don't have to be downtown for a while."

We followed Coach Brian into the hot, humid locker room, leaning our bikes
up against the first row of puke-green lockers. Even though school was out,
the room was really hot and clammy and it still smelled like a combination
of sweat, pee and dirty jockstraps. Apparently the janitor hadn't cleaned
it up yet. It's funny how those smells always make my stomach tingle and my
cock plump up. We went past a couple more rows of lockers and past the
showers towards the back wall where all of the coach's offices were. I
wondered why the coach's offices always had big windows to look out at the
showers and the locker room. Guess they're just freaky and like to look at
all of the naked teen boys. I bet the girl's coaches were freaky like that
too,  cause they looked mean and they all had moustaches.

We followed Coach Brian into his office. Since he was the low man on the
totem pole, his office was kind of small and ratty. He had a desk with a
picture of a pretty redheaded girl on it and a few old chairs scattered
around. A couple of rusty green file cabinets were standing in the corner,
and a bulletin board was hanging on the wall with a few pictures. An old
air conditioner hummed loudly over the door, dripping condensation on the
floor and making a big puddle. Even his office smelled like sweaty
jock-straps.

"Take a seat boys. Let me run to the fridge and get us some drinks. Be
right back."

"Thanks, Coach," I said.

"He seems like a cool guy. But he sure looks young."

"I know. That's one of the reasons he's so popular with the students here
and why the other coaches give him such a hard time. He also teaches the
Health Class for the freshmen. He taught me all I need to know about
spirochetes!"

"Trippy. I'll be sure to remember that."

"Who has a spirochete?" asked Coach Brian as he walked back into his
office, handing us chilled Cokes.

"I was just joking with Jake. I told him you teach the Health Class, too."

"That's right. I do it all," Coach said laughing. I was glad he was back to
his old self. "So, Jake, do you like it here in Pasadena?"

"Yeah, I do. It's a lot better here than where I used to live. And Ryan and
I have become real good friends," he said smiling at me.

"That's great. I like it here too. I actually grew up not far from here, so
when I got this job offer I was really happy to take it. It's good to be
around my friends again. Friends are very important," Coach said, leaning
back and running his hands through his stylishly-trimmed long hair and
looking from Jake to me and back again.

"Who is that a picture of?" I asked, pointing to the bulletin board. Off to
the side were two pictures of what looked like the same blond curly-haired
senior boy posing with his shirt off in tight swim trunks. He looked pretty
hot with broad shoulders and a tight stomach, and his arms had gotten much
bigger.

"That's Tom. He graduated last month. He signed up to go to Vietnam, poor
kid. His grades weren't good enough to get him into college so he could get
a draft deferment. Use him as a lesson, boys, and keep your grades up so
you can get into college and then you won't have to go to war. He's a good
guy and I worry about him. I used him as my training guinea pig, so to
speak. I took a picture of him at the start of last season and then again
last month to see how my training program worked out on his upper body. He
did really well, as you can see, and it helped a lot with his relay
time. He came in second in his division."

After taking a sip of his cola, he looked at us and said, "Maybe we can get
you guys on the program, too. I'm tweaking it a little bit this year. What
do you think? You guys look like you're in good shape. You want to build up
your muscles bigger so you can have a hot bod?"

"Well, I already look hot, but Jake definitely needs some work. And I'm not
sure you're a miracle worker, Coach," I said smiling.

"Shut up, dickweed," Jake said as he slugged me in my arm. "You're the one
with the scrawny arms."

Coach Brian started laughing, and when he stopped he gave us a serious
look. "Can I ask you guys something?"

"Sure," I said.

"Yeah," Jake agreed.

"I don't want to embarrass you guys, and if this isn't any of my business
just say so, but... are you guys having sex? Together, I mean?"

We both instantly turned bright red. How the heck did he know that?

"I'm sorry guys. Please don't get upset, really. I'm actually cool with
it." We relaxed a little bit as he went on. "It's just that you have this
really happy vibe going on between you and it kind of shows. You have a way
that you joke with each other and the way that you look at each other. It
seems to me like you've known each other forever. Like you're  soul
mates' or something, as my hippie friend Redwood would say. It's nice to
see. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I croaked out, looking at the floor. "His sister sorta figured it
out, too."

"How did she figure it out? Was she cool about it?"

Turning red again, I said, "We had just fooled around up in my tree house
when we caught up with her and my brother playing cards down by the
pool. She took one look at us and she just knew."

"But she doesn't care. She's a big slut anyway," Jake piped up. "I love her
and she'd never do anything to hurt me or Ryan or say anything to anybody."

"Well, fellas, the reason that I brought this up was because I want you
guys to be careful. Not everybody is OK with two guys fooling around. Maybe
be a little more discreet when you're around other people. Some people can
read what's going on just by looking at you, like I did, while others
can't. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, but some people might not like
it or won't understand it. I know we're more liberal here in the land of
fruits and nuts, and with the hippies running around naked and free love
and all of that, but some older folks might not dig it. I know that it's
not fair that you boys can't show affection for each other like a guy and a
girl can, but maybe someday that will change. I hope so."

We looked at each other, feeling kind of sad, embarrassed and sort of
confused and we weren't quite sure what to say.

Taking a deep sigh and stretching back in his wooden chair, Coach Brian
went on, "I really shouldn't tell you this, but I know you Ryan and think I
can trust you, Jake, and maybe this story will help make you understand
what I'm trying to get across to you boys. Ryan, I know that you know that
I have a girlfriend-you've seen her around school last year."

"Yeah, Samantha something with the long red hair," I said pointing to the
picture on his desk. "She works in the library, right?"

"Yep, that's her. I hope to marry her someday. I love her very much. But
what you don't know is that before I met Samantha, I met an older student
when I was in college and he and I had a relationship for about a year,
until he graduated and returned home to Vermont. I loved him very much and
we had some really great times together. This was sort of new for both of
us since we had always dated girls, and especially for me because I had
never had much sex before." Coach Brian slid around his desk and shut the
door. "I really don't want anybody to hear what I'm about to tell you, not
that anybody else is in here. It's really nobody's business."

Behind Coach's back, I gave Jake a quick look. He just rolled his eyes as
if saying  What's going on?

Coach went around and sat back down at his desk. After looking first at
Jake and then at me he started up his story again. "So like I said, this is
just for your ears only, and it doesn't go any further than this room, OK?"

We both nodded, wondering what he was going to tell us.

"During my sophomore year at college I ran into this guy named Marc at a
keg party at one of the frat houses. Man, that was a crazy scene. Anyway,
Marc and I hit it off right away since we both had a lot of things in
common. He was a diver and I was part of the water polo and swim teams. It
was sort of weird that we had never seen each other before, since we lived
in the same dorm and used the same swim facilities. But I didn't go out
much because I was either in class, studying or at practice. Anyway, we got
kind of drunk, especially me, and we ended up walking back to our dorm
together late that night. He was a really a cool guy, and when he asked me
to spend the night in his room, I said yes. Apparently his roommate was up
in L.A. for a Grateful Dead concert.

"So, this being totally new to me, I just let him take the lead. We got
naked, climbed into his unmade single bed, and then had the most erotic sex
that I have ever had. Maybe because it was all new to me and it was nothing
at all like making out with girls, but the next morning when I woke up I
knew that I wanted to see Marc some more and do this again. And he felt the
same way towards me."

"Why aren't you with him now?" asked Jake.

"Well, a lot of reasons. He was going back to Vermont to teach diving and
do some Olympic training and I still had a couple more years left before I
got my degree. And just before school was out that year, his roommate
caught us screwing because we had forgotten to lock the door. It was a
really heavy scene, and everybody in the dorm eventually found out. Nobody
in our dorm really cared, except for his roommate, and that made it really
hard for Marc to study and get his finals done.

"So just before graduation we decided that we wouldn't see each other
anymore. After he graduated he moved back to Vermont and I stayed in San
Diego to finish school. Then, after I graduated, we would see where we were
and if everything was good I would go out to see him. But that didn't
happen because I met and fell head over heels in love with Samantha. Marc
wrote me a few times, but nothing ever became of it. Last I heard, he was
teaching diving at a prestigious boarding school somewhere in New England,
and had a pregnant wife."

"Boy, that's a crazy story. Do you miss him?" I asked.

"Sure. I think of him all the time. If things had been different I think we
might have been together. But, I honestly believe that things happen in
your life for a reason. You learn lessons in life that you carry forward to
make you a better person. I believe in karma, sort of like what the Beatles
learned when they went to Rishikesh. And now I'm with Samantha and all is
good. Plus, my relationship with Marc makes me comfortable to talk with you
guys."

"Wow, we really appreciate it, Coach. I guess you're right. Since Jake and
I met we've been pretty much oblivious to what's going on around us. I
think we'll pay more attention and be more careful."

"That's a good idea," said Coach Brian.

"I never knew someone could tell what you're doing just by watching your
actions. But I guess it makes sense because I remember watching Linc doing
something like that on The Mod Squad on TV," agreed Jake. After a second he
said, "Hey, can I ask you a question, Coach. Um...it's about sex."

"Sure. You know swimming is my passion, but I really like to educate
students in life skills so if they need it they can get the information
that they might not be able to get anywhere else. It's so easy to get the
wrong information, and that can cause some real problems down the
line. That's why I have always said that students can ask me anything. No
subject is taboo or off limits. So fire away!"

Turning red again, he started speaking slowly, "OK. One time when Ryan and
I were in the shower together after we went swimming, we were washing each
other's backs. And then we, uh, well, went lower and washed each other's
butts. And... um... well, then we sort of played with each other's butt
hole. Is that normal?"

"Of course it is. First, if you guys are having sex then you have to be
mature about it. That means you don't have to be shy talking about it. Sex
is normal and natural and it can give us great pleasure. However, you have
to respect each other's boundaries, by which I mean if your partner doesn't
like something or doesn't want to do something, then you don't push him or
her to do it. Remember to think with your head up here and not with this
head," he said pointing down to his dick.

"So to answer your question, Jake, messaging your butt hole or anus is
normal and it really feels far-out. The anus has lots of pleasurable nerve
endings that feel really good when you rub it, or someone else rubs it for
you. You can rub all around it or you can insert you finger into it, but do
it slowly or use some spit on it. Just make sure that you're clean down
there!

"Actually, your anus is one your erogenous zones. Erogenous zones are
sensitive spots about the body that have nerve endings that heighten sexual
pleasure. Your nipples, your penis and scrotum, and your perineum are other
ones. I'm sure you guys can figure out a few more all on your
own. Interestingly, researchers say that the mind and the senses are the
best erogenous zones, but I'm not sure about that."

"What's your peer-yen-he-em?" I asked.

"It's the area between your scrotum and your anus. It's a very sensitive
area, too. I shouldn't be telling you this, but one of my favorite things
that Marc would to me when we were having sex was to lick my balls, go
along my perineum and then lick my butthole. It sounds kind of funky, but
until you've tried it don't knock it. And again: just make sure you're
clean."

"Wow. I didn't know you could do those things," Jake said rearranging his
legs and putting his hands in his lap.

"Well here's the thing. As a health educator I am supposed to teach you
just the basics about sex, but not how to have sex. Our officials think
that sex information should come from home. But generally, that doesn't
happen. Really, do you think your mom or dad is going to teach you how to
eat out a vagina or suck on a penis? Kids get their information on the
street and sometimes it's incorrect. You guys are lucky that you're boys;
otherwise we'd be talking about pregnancy and that's a whole other can of
worms."

"So where can Jake and I go to learn how to have sex?" I asked.

"Now that's a question I've never been asked before. Let me think about
that. I have a professor friend of mine who is writing a book about
sex. Maybe he can give me some idea on where you can get that information,
or maybe you could talk on the phone with him. Also...um ...no. That might
not be a good idea."

"What?" we both asked together.

"Well, if I tell you, you have to swear that I didn't tell you about this,
OK?" Coach Brian studied us both carefully.

"Yeah, Coach, we won't flap our lips."

"I promise, too," said Jake.

"OK. Ryan, do you know where Fair Oaks Avenue and Colorado Boulevard
cross?"

"Sure, way down at the other end of town. Where the parade starts, right?"

"Exactly. If you go north up Fair Oaks a block or two, you'll see a triple
X Movie Theater. It plays movies of naked women and men getting it on, and
in the back they show stag films of just men getting it on. It's called the
Tom Cat Theater. Because you're under age, you might have a hard time
getting in. But I'm sure the movie might answer more of your questions. But
really, let me talk to my professor friend first. That area of Pasadena is
kind of seedy, and I wouldn't want you boys in any kind of danger."

"Would you take us?"

"Oh, you're a funny one, Mr. Miller, a real funny one. I absolutely will
not," Coach said with a slight smile on his face. "And one final piece of
advice, and probably the most important of all of my advice that I'm
telling you today. The most satisfaction that you can get when you make
love, and that's what you're doing, boys, is to pleasure your partner to
the fullest. Don't have sex just to get off. You can do that just by
yourself. Both you and your partner will be much happier and more satisfied
and your experience will be that much better. And putting someone else's
needs before your own makes you a much better person. Trust me on this."

"Thanks Coach, we will. We really appreciate the advice. We both really
do."

Looking at my watch, I told him "We gotta book. We're supposed to meet his
sister at the record store. Can we come back next week and talk about your
workout program?"

"Of course. I'll expect both of you here. Remember the pool opens for the
summer on Monday at noon, but why don't you come by later in the week. Once
things are worked out with the staff, we can figure what to do with you
guys and I can spend more time with you. Be sure you swim your laps at
home, OK? Jake, you're up for this?"

"Sure, Coach. That sounds cool. And thanks for answering my question."

"OK guys. Get the hell out of here. Jake, it was nice meeting you. And
boys, watch where you riding!"

"All right, see ya later," we said as we pushed our bikes out of the locker
room and into the smoggy California sunshine. Once we were peddling away
from the school, Jake turned to me and asked, "Ryan, I'm so horned up! Why
is all of this sex stuff keep happening?"

"I don't know, man, but I can't wait to get home and get naked with you
again so I can lick your parallelogram or whatever the hell it's called."

**Hope you liked this chapter, Flip.  1977.flip@gmail.com