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The Boys of Muscle Beach

The Boys of Muscle Beach

Black Knight Classics

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The Boys of Muscle Beach

Black Knight Classics

$1.95

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Beginning of Chapter One

Gerry had never been fucked, had a blow job, or messed around with other guys before.

At nineteen, Gerry found himself straddling the end panel of the old jalopy heading for another fruit grove in upper California. The car was filled with his family, plus the old tent they used to sleep in while staying around some orchard farm. This was the extent of Gerry’s life; all he knew as a youth was poverty and hard work. His life had been nothing but the constant traveling from one fruit grove to another, seeking out a living that barely kept him alive.

When the car passed through Santa Monica, Gerry jumped off and disappeared in the crowd. He knew he would never see his family again. He didn’t know where he was going, but he just wanted to go—to find something different for himself.

Gerry had no special talents outside of picking fruits. All he had gained through his hard work was a youthful and strong body and a very beautiful one at that. He also was handsome; many people had told him this before over and over again. Gerry possessed a marvelous build, and he was the type that fluttered to Hollywood everyday in attempts to make the motion picture dream world become a reality by signing a contract with some major studio.

He could smell the ocean in the distance, and he made his way toward it. He finally found himself—free—stretched out on the sandy beach filled with youths much like himself—all of them sporting a beautiful build, and busying themselves in wrestling, flexing their muscles, and strutting around like peacocks.

He also saw a group of onlookers, most of them men in their middle years, and some were much older. Many cameras were in evidence, and the beautifully built youths showed their self-love by posing in various positions. It was then that Gerry saw the sign: “MUSCLE BEACH.”

Gerry did not have trunks and knew that he couldn’t strip. It was only a few moments of being alone before a handsome youth sauntered up to him and introduced himself…

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