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Coney Island Rape, Part I

By Speedo Papa

submitted January 20, 1998

Categories: Tales From The Locker Room

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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!


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