1970's. Another hot day in May. A high school senior just past my 18th birthday, I decided to skip school because it sucked and Karen was ignoring me again. Instead I went home, changed into a t-shirt and trunks, grabbed my surfboard and headed towards the beach.
The path I always used went through the train yards. That day they were deserted like every other day, only a few rail cars here and there. It was silent as usual and I started across without a thought.
Until I heard a yell, "Hey you - hold it!"
Running in my flip-flops with a surfboard would never work; I stopped in my tracks. Two men quickly approached; both were larger than me. The same one addressed me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. His even bigger friend closed around behind me.
"I'm going surfing," with as much 'fuck you' attitude as I could muster. They both just laughed.
"Not today, little man," the one in front sneered. "You're trespassing on private property. I might have to turn you over to the cops."
I hated anyone referring to my size. I was small in stature, not having grown much in my teen years. No amount of running or swimming changed it. The other guys always made fun of my small, slim physique and that I had almost zero body hair. They said I looked like a girl.
I looked at the two men. The one in front was in charge, at least 6 inches taller than me and 40 pounds meatier. The one behind me was darker, even larger. He didn't say anything and when I turned I caught him looking at my ass; he just met my eyes and smiled sideways.
"Come on, man," I started. "I'm just going surfing. I won't come through here again."
The first one looked at me closely. "Maybe... Let's get a statement from you. Over there."
He pointed at the small shack by the tracks. I always figured it was for the train crews to sleep or something. I glanced around; there was no way to escape. Resigned, I trudged towards the shack.
"I'm Mark," the first one said, then pointed to his friend. "That's Doug."
I just nodded. It's not like I wanted to be friends with these guys.
I leaned my board against the shack, Mark opened the door and told Doug to stand guard outside in case I made any trouble. Doug leered at me and leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette. "Have fun," he rasped to Mark.
Mark waved me inside, then followed closely.
Mark pointed to a chair. "Have a seat, I'll get the forms." I took the moment to look around. Inside was different than I expected. There was a tiny cooking area, a table with two chairs and a neatly made twin bed. Everything was kept up and given the circumstances, pretty clean.
Mark rustled around in a cabinet, then threw a small stack of magazines on the table. They were Playboys, Penthouses, other girlie mags. My eyes went big, this was long before the internet and pictures of naked girls were hard to come by. Mark saw my interest, smiled.
"We got some good ones," he said easily. "Have a look, this'll take awhile." He pulled out a lengthy form, sat in the other chair and began slowly writing.
After a few minutes I couldn't help it. I opened the first one and looked at the pictures. The girls were beautiful, alluring, incredibly sexual. I flipped through one, then two as Mark slowly wrote, glancing at me occasionally.
"What's your name?" Mark asked.
"Pat," I stammered. It was the first name that came to mind. He just smirked and kept writing.
I flipped through the magazines. The room felt closer, warmer. My cock was responding to what I was seeing and I could not resist squirming a bit in the chair as it started getting hard. I heard a creak from his chair and saw Mark glancing over, a slight smile crossing his face.
One of the girls in the magazine caught my eye. She was so beautiful, with lovely breasts and large nipples. I must have been staring at her for a while when Mark spoke again.
"You like that one?" he drawled. He pulled the magazine from me and looked. "Yeah, she's a good one."
He laid the magazine back down, open to her picture. "Imagine what it would be like, sucking on one'a them titties. I bet they get hard as a rock. You like big nipples?"
I was speechless. Only a nod came from me. I'd never talked about girls with any older man, especially not about a girl's breasts. He just leaned back in the chair, looking at the picture.
"They're a little big for my tastes," he said, looking closely. "I like 'em small. Small and hard." His eyes went to my chest and my heart skipped a beat as I realized he was looking at me, appraising my body; unconsciously I sat up straighter in the chair. With a smile, he looked back to the picture.
We both looked at the picture for a moment, then he reached down and straightened his cock through his jeans.
"I'd definitely give this to her," he said. He held his cock for a moment, then his eyes went to mine. "Would you let her suck on yours?"
A woman sucking on my cock? Wanting to suck on my cock? My virgin brain could barely conceive the idea.
Mark leaned in. "You ever have a girl suck on your cock?"
"Yeah," I lied. "A couple of times."
He just laughed.
"You're a liar," Mark said. "You trespass here and you lie to me? Better change your tone if you want to go home tonight."
My stomach sank like a rock. Mark here and Doug standing guard outside, I had no cards.
Mark looked at me; down to my hard cock, clearly visible straining against my trunks.
