Chapter 1

Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah

On a blanket with my baby is where I’ll be (Song Lyric)

Finally, I was at the beach in Coney Island.

I would be eighteen in October of this year, but in these hot months of summer I would be working at the beach for the New York City Parks Department as a frigging trash collector and not a fucking badass lifeguard like my older brother Jacob.

Jacob was two full years older than me, and he ruled the roost at home. In a hopeful moment of truth, I must confess that Jacob was my mom and dad’s top of the list for “Perfect child of the year award” and in all honesty I was on their permanent shitlist. My younger sister Ruth was only fifteen, but she was deep into the boyfriend/girlfriend world of high school and seemed to have a different new male friend each weekend.

I was a slow starter in the game of sexual experience and was the only sibling still with the dubious distinction of being labeled a “Virgin” in the Goldberg family. Of course, My older brother was a pussy magnet with his hidden cock inside his jockey shorts in the lifeguard tower and my sister was quite popular due to her attitude about free sex dispensed by her wet and wonderful pussy.

In all honesty, I was still at that stage where I slogged around in the depths of immature fantasy about pussy, ass, and boobs. Yet at the same time I had most girls still on a pedestal where they kept their private parts hidden and unapproachable like good little girls.

It was early in the morning and the beach was still mostly empty.

There had to be almost thirty of us trash collectors lined up in our uniforms in the main headquarters under the boardwalk. The guys outnumbered the girls about two to one and in all honesty, most of those trash collecting females only had youth going for them in the sex appeal category. The tall guy next to me pointed out a slightly overweight brown skinned girl in the front and told me, “That is Barbara. She is a real slut and will do it with anyone that asks her to bend over for doing it behind the public showers. I would advise using a rubber because she fucks all day with lots of guys.”

I looked at the young girl’s innocent face and wondered if the guy was putting me on with a line of bullshit.

Later that morning, I discovered by accident that he was accurate because the plump girl was grunting like a pig behind the shower wall as a dark-skinned male trash collector pounded her bare bottom from behind spanking her ass cheeks with humiliating enthusiasm. I must admit I watched to the bitter end because it was so interesting to see the lust in the girl’s eyes as she took it all the way up without a single complaint. I didn’t see any money change hands so I guess that her “free-love attitude” was real and not some bullshit story.

Believe you me, I was kicking myself in the ass non-stop because I had not a single rubber to my name. All I could think about was bending Barbara over and giving her my dick for a one-time insertion to remove me from the ranks of “Virgin” forever.

My friends called me “Moe” which was just fine with me because my real name was Moishe, and it was a cross I had to bear till I was buried in my grave. I had some thoughts about changing my name as soon as I was of age but I knew it would piss my folks off so bad that I kept the thought to myself. In the meantime, I was Moe and only had my initials on my locker at school “MG”.

We broke early for lunch about 11:30 AM but had been working about four hours non-stop in the brutal sun and wind whipping at our feet. Fortunately, I had a wide-brim hat that shaded my face from the sun up above. I liked it better than the baseball caps they offered as an alternate to the wide-brims. I noticed that most of the females wore the wide-brims and I hoped it didn’t leave me open to being called “queer” for wearing a girl’s hat. I was always being called a “fag” or “queer” at school just because I read a lot and used a more varied vocabulary than most of the other guys.

That nasty slur added to the fact of my long-suffering virginity grated on my nerves and robbed me of the normal self-confidence of most of my male peers. Still, I was walking around thinking about things like pussy, ass, and boobs like a regular teen boy with a hard-on just walking behind a girl with intriguing looking ass cheeks. My bottom drawer was loaded with endless undershirts yellowed with cum stains from my jerking off activities in the nocturnal hours.

I was embarrassed that my younger sister Ruth knew all about my masturbation habit and she had even asked me to show her what my cum looked like when I shot it into my shirt.

Still, I appreciated her willingness to let me rub my dick between her ass cheeks providing we both had our bottoms on and none of my cream touched her bare skin. I would whisper all the dirty words I knew into her ear, and she loved repeating my words like she was gripped by a fever of wanting to be a bad girl without consequences. On rare occasions, she would tease me by sitting on my lap and bouncing on my hardness with her heart-shaped bottom. I knew she was enjoying her naughtiness because she would get red in the face and start that sequence of panting that let me know she was experiencing a satisfying tingle in her special place. Then, she would slap my face and tell me I was a “nasty boy” and that I had to tell her I was sorry for my “making her do it”. I knew it was her game and she loved playing it. I wondered if she did the same thing with the boys that took her to the movies or danced with her up close and personal.