Even fat jumbo cocks look bigger in the shadows under the boardwalk. The boy’s cock looked pulpy and juicy. It glittered. A golden melon from the shores of sun-drenched Brooklyn.
The boy had been aimlessly patrolling the beach when I firs't spotted him. When he glanced up and saw me, he ducked under the boardwalk. Taking a piss, I thought. If I could get there fast enough, I might catch a glimpse of the goodies. Providentially, there were stairs leading down to the sands only a few yards away from me. I raced down faster than my heart was thudding.
Following the boy, I found myself in a sort of dim areaway connecting the beach to a public handball court on the other side of the boardwalk. The handball court was deserted. The areaway seemed to be deserted. It was criss-crossed with concrete pillars supporting the plank boardwalk above me. The boy had finished his piss and was now leaning against one of the pillars, staring at nothing. He was barefoot. His casual late summer outfit consisted of a pair of cut-off jeans and a…