Erotic Story:
Ocean Park Beach
   I had been in Southern California for about a year when it finally dawned on me that I was gay (some of us are slow starters - I was 23 at the time) and from that point on I was climbing the walls.
   I wanted a guy - especially the cute, curly haired guys I would see at the beach - terribly, but I didn't have the nerve to approach them.
I would walk the beach in Venice (the area that is gay and used to even be nude) and in a certain area off Ocean Park that used to be heavily gay.  . The walks would fuel my imagination and besides, I also enjoyed the exercise and fresh air. -- It was in the early summer that year that I took a walk just after dusk. I started in Venice and was walking north at it got continually darker - for once I wasn't obsessed with my newly discovered sexuality.
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