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Beach Boy [man/boy]
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The following is a fiction story from the Archives of FAN
CHA PHAW. This story consists of sex between a man and a
boy. If you are offended by such material read no further.
This story may be distributed freely as long as this header
remains intact, and FAN CHA PHAW is credited.
Ishmael Wilkins
BEACHBOY
During the summer of 1982 I was lucky enough to
have gotten a nice little apartment on Brighton
Beach, only one block from the ocean.
Every morning I would walk on the beach, and
during the afternoon I would wander under the
boardwalk, quite a different world, especially with
the beach being in NYC.
I engaged in a typical amount of boy watching,
especially with those boys who would wander under
the boardwalk. A boy in those days (not even to
mention a man) could really get an education
walking under that boardwalk
One Saturday morning I was wandering around
under the walk in a fairly well populated area.
People were scattered about, a few boys and youth
changing, little kids running around naked, people
avoiding the sun, one couple screwing under a
blanket, just the average sights.
I spotted a young black boy of about ten or eleven,
who at first seemed to me to be extremely
hyperactive. He hovered around the couple screwing
for a while, moving from one foot to the other like
he really had to go to the bathroom. Every time that
a man or a youth would wander up to the back wall
of the boardwalk to take a piss, the boy would
follow, stand right next to them, and would take out
his penis as if he had to urinate. He would spend all
of his time almost leaning over against the man or
youth, trying to see their penis. I watched this boy
in action for about ten minutes before realizing that
he was not hyperactive, he was in a sort of sexual
frenzy. He was an extremely horny boy who wanted
to look at as many penises as he could.
Eventually not being able to hold off any longer, I
wandered up to the wall, took out my penis, and
stood there like I had to urinate. Sure enough,
almost before I had my zipper down, the young boy
was there standing besides me, his erect penis out in
his hand. I noticed two things almost at once, one
that he was a good looking boy, and two that he had
a fairly big penis.
I did not urinate, but kept my penis out for a few
extra minutes so that he could look at it. I figured
that if the kid really got off at looking at men's
cocks, who was I to deny him. As I put my penis
back into my pants, realizing that a man could only
stand there so long with his penis in his hand,
especially with a little boy standing next to him, I
looked over at him, smiled, and told him that he had
a nice penis.
I headed down the beach under the boardwalk, to a
more secluded area which came out near an area
where boys use to hang out, and where I would
sometimes see them playing sexually with each
other.
As I rounded the bend, I heard someone coming up
behind me. Being that I was in NYC, and in a
secluded place, I was ready to panic, until I turned
to find that the young black boy had followed me.
When he approached me I could see his erection
bulging in his pants. He asked me if he could see my
"dick" again, and if he could touch and hold it. "I
only want to hold it for awhile", he told me in a low
raspy voice.
I was at odds then, because I knew that he was very
horny, and that he wanted badly to be able to play
sexually with someone, but I told him that I did not
feel safe standing there out in public while he held
my dick. I suggested that we go back to my
apartment, and told him how close it was, but he
was a little scared to do that. I didn't really blame
him too much, after all, he did not know me.
Again the little boy said "pleeease!", as he put his
hand over the front of my crotch squeezing a little.
This, of course, brought me erect at once, which
was not a good thing to have happen, as an erection
was well known for clouding thinking. Succumbing
to his charm, I told them that he could feel me up if
he wanted to, but only for a couple of minutes.
Happily he reached under the leg of my shorts, up
into my underpants, and brought my penis out into
his hands. By this time I was horny, and was ready
to burst. He touched, caressed, and examined me
carefully, obviously enjoying him self very much.
Not seeing anyone lurking around our area, I took
his penis out of his pants the same way, and began to
caress him.
After about two minutes he asked, "Don't you want
me to suck it?" , and I almost melted right there. I
again tried for my apartment, but the boy told me
that he couldn't go there. He told me that his older
brother was out on the beach selling sodas, and he
had to hang around. Whether or not his story was
true, I knew that he was too scared, one way or
another, to go home with me.
The boy went down on me like someone who had
been denied sex for years. I know that he was
disappointed when I lasted for about forty-five
seconds under his heavy attack. I felt a little better,
however, when returning the favor, he lasted only
about thirty seconds longer than I had.
When we had finished and put our cocks back away
in our pants, he smiled at me with an impish smile
and asked " Do you want to fuck me?" Ah, what a
torturer. Of course I wanted to take him there right
under the boardwalk, or to bring him a little further
under the platform where sand dunes were built up,
a favorite outdoor sex location in that area, but I
was too nervous. I was scared enough about the
activities we had already engaged in, let alone go
further.
I told him that I would love to fuck him, and that I
would love to have him fuck me, but that we were
not safe right out there where anyone could walk by
any minute. I told him that if he could come to my
apartment, even for just a little while, we could do
whatever he wanted to do. Of course, he refused.
When we parted, he said that he would see me the
next day in the same area where I had first met him.
I went back the next day, but he was not there, not
did I see him again for the rest of the summer, even
though I wandered the beach from Coney Island
back to Brighton Beach looking for him.
Every time I seen a black boy on the beach, I looked
twice, hoping that it was my little friend. I was sad
when he did not appear again. It was obviously that
the little boy was lonely, that he liked men
and that he would have benefited from a relationship
with a kind and loving man. Even though the boy is
now a young man, every time I see a young black
boy on the street, I look carefully at his face, still
looking for my little beachboy who was so fond of
men's cocks.
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This story was provided by FAN CHA PHAW, publisher of
"Private Dreams," Young, Hung & Promiscuous, and
materials on the anti-circumcision movement and sexual
liberation. Fan Cha Phaw may be reached on Delphi c/o
[email protected] and AOL [email protected].
Ishmael Wilkins
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