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Erotic Story:
Ocean Park Beach
I
had been in Southern California for about a year when it finally dawned on
me that I was gay (some of us are slow starters -
I was 23 at the time) and
from that point on I was climbing the walls. I wanted a guy - especially the
cute, curly haired guys I would see at the beach - terribly, but I didn't
have the nerve to approach them. I would walk the beach in Venice (the area
that is gay and used to even be nude) and in a certain area off Ocean Park
that used to be heavily gay. The walks would fuel my imagination and
besides, I also enjoyed the exercise and fresh air. -- It was in the early
summer that year that I took a walk just after dusk.
I started in
Venice and was walking north at it got continually darker - for once I
wasn't obsessed with my newly discovered sexuality. A dog followed me part
of the way and I was having fun throwing a stick for him out into the ocean.
He finally loped away and I was prettying much on my own - it was a bit
chilly that night and the beach was almost deserted. When I got to Ocean
Park, I sat down on the beach for a while, just staring out on the ocean -
something that always had a calming effect on me. Then I noticed, a ways
out, that something was swimming around in the waves. I couldn't quite make
it out and I was excited because I thought it might be a dolphin, something
I always wanted to see. -- I moved up to the water line to see better.
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