I wasn’t born with the name Shorty Joe White. It’s a nickname that I acquired in high school. Shorty Joe White stuck like glue and I’ve never been able to shake it.
My high school was in the Great Valley, about 30 miles west of Philadelphia, down below the knobby hills that I grew up in. My hometown of Malvern is the highest point on the Pennsylvania Railroad between Philadelphia and Harrisburg and at a whopping 550 feet above sea level, the town itself may not seem all that high, but my juvenile peers and I certainly were high. Very high indeed, on a variety of mind altering and mood affecting substances as we grew up fast in the affluent suburbs of Philadelphia.
Undressing and showering in the the boy’s locker room was an eye opening experience for me, and it was apparent that my 11th Grade gym teacher Mr. Hawkins also had quite a bit of interest in the blossoming genitalia of my classmates. Mr. Hawkins would step out of his adjoining office and stand behind a chest high cinder block partition, coaching the boy’s locker room habits, making sure everyone took a shower before putting their street clothes back on …
“O.K., Swenson, you need to go shower before you put your clothes on. ” Little did we realize, with the lower half of his body concealed behind the partition, Mr. Hawkins had his hand down his gym shorts and was stroking his big fat cock as he oversaw the locker room behavior of his adolescent charges; “You forgot your soap there Jenkins – I want to see you scrub that ass crack clean,” with a coarse drill sergeant demeanor, pressing his throbbing organ against the cool partition blocks, “Hey Kirby, looks like your dick grew two inches since last week,” actually humping the wall now.
On weekends Hawkins led a Boy Scout troop and took select scouts on excursions to his own private cabin in the dark woods out past French Creek. Hawkins had seen something special in the boys that were invited, and mostly it seemed to be because they were very good looking, and also a little … gay … though at the time, in the early 70s, this was a word that was only used to describe a state of lightheartedness and had nothing to do with homosexuality. Three or four lean athletic boys would spend an occasional weekend with Hawkins out at the cabin and I heard rumors about him taking photos and shooting 8 mm movies depicting the boys in mad sex orgies blowing each other and bending over for hot and sweaty outdoor anal penetration scenes down by a bubbling brook in the humid PA summer.
This was long before the Internet and in men’s magazines like Penthouse and Oui, below the waistline photography was still very controversial. Just a few years earlier, in the 60s, the only mainstream magazine containing nude photography one could buy was Playboy, and in those days the nude photos shot at Hefner’s mansion showed only female breasts – the pubic region was off limits. New Yorker Al Goldstein was arrested 19 times on obscenity charges for publishing his weekly tabloid “Screw,” a periodical that would seem rather pedestrian by today’s Internet pornography standards.
In the early 1970s gay pornography was for the most part unheard of, and in many parts of the country admitting to homosexuality could put you in jail or worse – perhaps beat bloody by thugs and left for dead, or at the least subjected to social ridicule and isolation. But as anyone with even a handful of functioning grey matter must surely realize, homosexuality is nothing new, and has been around for centuries. It’s a peculiar part of American culture that in a society that is supposedly so much based on liberty and personal freedom that a simple sexual inclination could land one in so much trouble.
… And as it turned out, the rumors about our brusque gym teacher were true – Hawkins was secretly gay and he was in fact producing amateur pornography with underage students at his remote hideaway … and what was our lascivious gym teacher doing with the amateur porn he was shooting? Keeping it for his own masturbation excitement? Actually he was distributing it to an underground network in Philadelphia – quite small and primitive by today’s pornography standards, but it existed and was controlled by the local Mafioso … Carmine and Luigi were queer too.
The more wild stories I heard whispered about the not so secret cabin in the forest, the more my own interest was piqued, and at 16, I was, like most boys doing quite a bit of jerking off. I had my own hot gay fantasy about joining the boys out at the camp and being initiated, on my knees in the musty smelling fallen leaves of the lush hardwood forest, sucking multiple cocks and being butt fucked by my classmates, and the most outstanding subject in my pubescent fantasizing was always my gym class locker mate Anthony Bonicelli … the tall and good looking Anthony, with the huge Italian horse cock and the low hanging balls.
In the noisy echo chamber like locker room, Anthony had a locker on one side of mine, and on the other side was Eddie Jackson, a black kid who, interestingly enough, was also rather well endowed … and there I was, standing naked with one of those little Caucasian cocktail frank dicks that shrivels up to about two inches long when flaccid. A big round set of buttocks and a tiny little penis – “All Ass” as Mr. Hawkins would later nickname me out at the cabin …
My masturbation fantasies involving Anthony had been growing more intense, and after an hour of calisthenics and basketball, we were back in that extremely sexy locker room. As we slid out of our little gym shorts and I watched the good looking Italian pull off his jock strap and release his mammoth dangling fire hose of a horse cock, I could no longer suppress my wanton lust, and my smallish adolescent cock began to grow into a throbbing five inch long erection … Uh oh …
Eddie’s roving eyes picked up on it in a heartbeat: “Shorty!” cried Eddie loudly, so everyone else nearby could hear, “Shorty Joe White!” Anthony noticed my cute little chubbie too and rolled his eyes and sauntered off towards the showers in silence.
I swiftly grabbed my underwear and blue jeans out of the locker, attempting to cover my stiff little woodie as I gingerly threaded my feet through the openings in the tight little briefs when: “O.K. Shorty,” ( Hawkins calling out from his perch behind the chest high partition, with exaggerated emphasis on the “Shorty” ) “You need to go take a shower before you get dressed,” ( with a toothy evil looking grin. )
I sat down on the bench with my hands over my crotch, face turning bright red, belly laughs and whispering circulating through the cool cinder block chamber smelling of boy sweat and pubescent hormones… “Shorty!” called out one lad, and then another joined in: “Shorty! Shorty Joe White!” I was feeling perplexed and very humiliated and thankfully my pint sized erection began to shrivel up …
“Let’s go Shorty,” called out Hawkins, “Hit the showers!”
My long time friend Eddie Jackson now seemed a bit troubled by the embarrassment he had caused me. Eddie sat down next to me on the bench and put his arm loosely around my shoulder, “Don’t worry about it Man, I saw Donna Lee Durkin out there showing off her big titties too. It’s natural shit Shorty. Boy sees a hot girl, can’t get her tits off his mind and pops a boner in the locker room … shit happens all the time … C’mon Man – let’s go take a shower.”
An interesting part of human nature in our culture is how fast rumors of homosexuality travel among men and boys. News of my locker room hard-on spread like wildfire at the large suburban high school, and before long, kids I knew little about were cat calling at me as I walked through the crowded hallways between classes: “Shorty! There goes Shorty Joe White!”
Among the boys that I did know well, kids like Eddie Jackson had known for quite awhile that I was slightly different than the rest. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the girls too, because I always have, but since I was very young, I’ve had a strong interest in being naked with other boys and men, and checking out their … equipment …
To be continued
This is the first installment in my new fiction based in fact blog serial. I’m working on the next two chapters and the next post is coming soon.