Coney Island Rape, Part I
submitted January 20, 1998
Categories: Tales From The Locker Room
I changed into my new white swim suit and headed to the showers.
On the way to the beach I passed back through the changing rooms. As I was looking down at my erection which was visible through the wet white material, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I said, as I looked up into the laughing eyes of a handsome young man who blocked my way.
"That's OK Cutie." he replied and gave me a wicked grin. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, making me feel really exposed before him.
I was scared, so I turned to escape, but behind me stood a blonde boy about my age, who stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face.
"What's the hurry Cutie? Don't you want to be friends?" said the older boy, and he put one arm around my waist, and a hand over my mouth!