We could see him way off walking our way. Tracy was never on time for anything. Classes, work, sports or just meeting with us, "the guys" , showed up when he showed up. We had gotten used to it.
Even the teachers in high school seemed to get used to it, not even bothering to ask him for a tardy slip or sending him to the Principal's office when he casually came into the classrooms. At the beginning of each year, the kids would snicker at first but they too got used to him coming in and sitting down.
He left when we all left each class, but in the next class he entered late as usual.
But that was over. It seemed like years ago, though it was only a year since graduation. By the way he was late for graduation too. Somehow the administration knew he would be and handed out his diploma last, even though his last name stared with a B.
He got one hell of a round of applause when he went up on stage though.
So a year had passed. It was our second summer of freedom. Most of the guys had gone to work or college and we reunited at Dokers Donut Shop, our old hangout. Tracy showed up, late as usual. We decided to spend the summer hitting the bowling alley, the mall and of course the beach.
It was as if we had never parted. We missed Avery who was wearing a uniform and sending us funny letter from some desert place he couldn't talk about. He was supposed to be home on leave but didn't show up. We missed Avery.
We were the usual type fof group of guys who had merged during junior high school, compared body hair growth, secrets about masturbation and lied about having sex with girls in school. Of course in private we jacked off and in my case, more then that.
I didn't know I was gay then of course. I just knew I got extra excited when Avery and I tried sucking each other at the same time. We were just experimenting we knew but we experimented allot. He claimed he and Tracy experimented in more ways and by the time we were in high school and bragging about being almost 16, which meant we were 15, I had felt Avery's cock inside me often.
The guys kind of knew I was gay I guess. I had jacked them off and sucked several of their cocks, sometimes in the darkness during sleepovers and sometimes in broad daylight. And yea one of the times Avery poked me during the night. And the guys kidded me about it but I ended up getting poked with all of them watchng or jacking off now and then. I know now how lucky I was.
So one morning we headed to the beach. At the beach most people hung out at Bung Beach. But at the north end, you could walk through pools of water and climb over rocks to find small coves where we would be by ourselves.
"Bung North" we called it in our not too hard to figureout code. But 'Bung North" was where we drank stolen beer, smoked ot, jacked off together and went skinny dipping now and then. If we stayed too late the incoming tide made it difficult to leave so nature was our alrarm clock.
Avery told me in private that he and Tracy stayed there all night once sleeping in a small cave with the tide almost coming in on them while they were fucking all night. I laughed but longed to be there.
And I wanted to be with Tracy. There was something mysterious about him. He never talked about his family, or why he was always late of course. And as far as this past year he just said he was visiting a brother in San Francisco.
He had a nice smooth body but his pectorals developed early. He had biceps when we all had bone and skin. He had armpit chair when we longed for the sight of one nair. And he pubes seemed thick and bush when ours were scraggly.
He had a cock of course. And in my head I imagined it was huge, thick and oozing presum wanting me to be his target of pleasure.
Unfortunately I wasn't. But from what Avery said, he could be, if I could get hm alone sometime.
But we were a group. From what I knew only Avery and Tracy had gotten alone. The rest of us just didn't pair off. We were a group.
We spent the day jacking, talking, swimming, wrestling, throwing a frisbee and even playing football. It wasn't the same without all of us there of course and we felt it. Avery was in some desert and Tracy hadn't showed up. He wasn't late, he wasn't there.
We packed our stuff up and headed from the cover back to the main beach. As we were washing our the sand from our stuff after the trek across the rocks and sand, one of the guys said the word TRACY.
That stopped us. We just watched the approaching figure. He wasn't runnig, just walking across the sand. He carried nothing. He wore a hat..his favorite hat he wore even in hich shool. It was a kind of 1950ish looking thing. We were never sure where he got it or why he wore it.
As Tracy got closer we realised that was all he wore that day. He was naked. Nobody he had passed on the beach seemed to have made any commotion about it, so we didn't realize he was bareass till he got close enough we could see the tan skin and teh patch of pubic hair.
I swore his cock was getting harder the closer he got. Some of the guys muttered a quiet curse word as he got closer and closer.
But we just stood there and waited as we happily waited before.
"Hey guys" he said "Let's go"
We turned and watched his round buttocks as he led us back through the pools of water and over rocks to the tide filled "Bung Cove".
"Tonight I'm gonna fuck" he said not directing his words to any particualr one of us.
But I knew I'd be one of them.
I missed Tracy....and his hat.