Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/agt/skater.txt

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                               SKATER

 Kevin raced  around the corner  of the building  on his skateboard,
 barely  missing  the  Dodge  Charger  heading  for the dumpster. He
 pounded his left  foot several times on the  pavement with his Nike
 Airwalks, building  up speed on  the slight downslope  of this, the
 parking  lot  behind  the  shopping  center.  He  was  heading to a
 friend's skate ramp. Kevin was sixteen  and on this hot summer day,
 he was dressed in black Jams  with loud yellow patterns embedded in
 them. As he scooted along, he rode low on his board and picked up a
 little more  speed before this  parking lot took  a slight dip  and
 began heading uphill behind the  grocery store. He was hoping there
 weren't any cops around; they didn't take too kindly to young dudes
 such as himself  rampaging around on skateboards like  that. It was
 90 degrees  in the shade  on this day,  at the first  part of June,
 summer vacation  was one week away  and Kevin wanted to  try to get
 some  fun  under   his  belt  because  -  there   were  due  to  be
 thunderstorms coming  up later in the  afternoon. Right now though,
 the air was muggy and stiff, and as Kevin had spent most of the day
 yesterday  sunbathing, he  wanted to  get out  today and  strut his
 stuff,  especially since  Ricky didn't  have to  work today and was
 going to have a skate rumble at his house.

 Kevin stood about  5' 8" when he wasn't about  another 4" higher on
 his favorite skateboard, a Tony Hawk. He was built rather nicely, a
 stocky  sort of  fellow who  kept his  jet black  hair about collar
 length  in  back,  and  parted  it  in  the  middle. His brown eyes
 captivated even himself when he looked at himself in the mirror. He
 was generally a rocker and liked a  lot of the classic rock as well
 as the trends  of the day. He really  didn't quite classify himself
 as  a "headbanger,"  but he  did like  to vary  his music  a little
 depending on his mood. Kevin is  a very aggressive skater. He likes
 to be in the  right place AT the right time. He  also likes to be a
 friend to those who need a friend. His nearly bronzed-skin now made
 his facial features  look all the more becoming.  The way he smiled
 made him still look  like a boy that would never grow  to be a man.
 He would turn anybody on.

 The  older women  in town  certainly adored  him; at  13 he was out
 delivering newspapers on his bicycle to  earn money. He was just as
 adorable then, and there was hardly  a lady in this small town that
 wouldn't try to invite him in  for milk and cookies; occasionally a
 Coke - or really whatever he wanted. This summer he wasn't working;
 after all  he did have his  parent's income to back  him up, and as
 long  as he  had his  skateboard and  some gnarly  friends, he  was
 kosher!

 The one thing about Kevin - he  didn't know if he was really out of
 touch  or not,  but had  never really  showed a  lot of interest in
 girls,  or felt  any internal  feelings in  their direction. He had
 heard  lots of  talk about  "pussy".. but  although he always joked
 around with  the guys about it  (and fit right in,  too!), he never
 personally seemed to give a damn.

 Kevin had an interesting nose; it  was a little longer than average
 I guess,  but not  nearly so  long that  it was  tacky. It was long
 enough to add that extra touch of beauty to his face. His voice had
 "changed"  when he  was fourteen,  but it  didn't change  a lot. He
 still seemed to possess as much spunk after puberty as before, with
 no  real signs  of it   passing.. that  were at  least, immediately
 noticeable to  the average person  <grin>. Get this  though.. 5' 8"
 and the  dude wore a size  11 1/2 D shoe.  Yeah. It impressed other
 boys, too.

 He arrived  at Ricky Dugen's house  about a quarter after  one, and
 went  immediately through  the gate  to his  backyard. Several boys
 were  going at  it, catching  air on  Ricky's half-pipe. "Yo- blood
 was' goin'  DOWN?!" Ricky uttered.  "Not much," said  Kevin, giving
 Ricky "five" and getting his "five" back. Ricky Dugen was black and
 lives  in  a  middle-class,  predominantly  black neighborhood. Now
 getting off the half-pipe which  - literally "was" Ricky's backyard
 because it was so  huge (the lip of it was high  enough so that the
 average  person  could  acid-drop  from  Ricky's  rooftop)...  were
 Steven, Joe, Robby  and Mickey. Joe was also black,  and was a very
 good  skater.  Joe  was  seventeen,  Robby  was nineteen, Ricky was
 sixteen, Mickey was seventeen and Steven was fourteen. "Heyya Kev!"
 yelled  Joe,  noting  his   clothes,  "Sho  lookin'  sharp  to-day!
 Whoo-wee!"

 "Thanks, man! Lookin' awesome yourself!", "Killer Kev" answered.

 "Go 'head  dude, da pipe  is all yours.."  said Ricky, watching  as
 Kevin got to the top of the  pipe. He did a great set; started with
 an acid-drop in and rode past the  arc, went up the other side with
 a fakie,  came back  down. Up  the other  side, an  axle-grind to a
 fakie,  back down..  all the   time, his  Jams sliding  further and
 further  down his  waist. Before   his little  scene was  over, the
 elastic of the Jams was down to his knees and the boys were lookin'
 at the white cotton of his  briefs. Kevin walked back over to them,
 blushing  slightly,  dropping  his  board  and  re-fixing his Jams.
 "Sorry guys.."

 "Hey,  no problem  man," Robby  answered. "What's  wrong, dude, you
 afraid to let us see that wimpy little dick?"

 Robby basically towered over Kevin, at an even six feet tall. Kevin
 threw Robby an angry stare. "Sorry man, really!" Robby said, "I was
 just joshing!"  Joe smiled as he  got on the ramp  and started some
 neat maneuvers as well. After pausing  a moment, Kevin smiled up at
 Robby and  said, "it's not  wimpy anyway man.  I got a  huge dick."
 Kevin couldn't help smiling. After all,  HE knew what he had in his
 pants, didn't he?

 "Not wimpy huh? Bet it's not as big as mine, man.."

 "Oh yeah?"

 "Yeah."

 "You  can pull  it out  hea, man,"  Ricky said,  "Cain't nobody see
 yea.."

 Kevin  walked over  to the  chain link  fence behind  the pipe.  He
 looked over; Robby  was urinating into the weeds  behind the fence.
 He pulled his hands off from  holding his cock in position, over to
 his hips. "See? Isn't that a beauty?" Robby commented about his own
 cock as Ricky and Kevin looked  on. His piss flow gradually came to
 a stop, but he  wasn't in a hurry to zip  up again. He wanted Kevin
 to get a  good long look at what  he thought had to be  bigger than
 Kevin's. Kevin reached down now and dropped his Jams to the ground;
 he had too because his Jams didn't have a fly. The blue marked band
 of his Fruit of the Loom's was very visible as he kicked out of his
 Jams entirely. "Hell dude, you AIN'T scared to show it! Let it out,
 tiger!" and  Kevin reached into  his fly and  attempted to pull  it
 out. It was  already quite stiff from looking  at Robby's big dick,
 which he knew  was bigger than his own already.  In fact, Robby was
 now starting  to stiffen just by  seeing Kevin in this  state. "Oh,
 what the  hell," Kevin finally said,  after successfully poking his
 dick through the  fly, and jerked out of his  underwear in one wild
 swoop. On removing his shirt now,  he was buck naked except for his
 Airwalk's and  white tube socks.  "My God!" said  Robby, looking at
 Kevin's  very stiff  cock with   a pink  mushroomy head.  "It looks
 awesome!"

 "Heh.. thanks man,"  Kevin said, like he knew  it already. But then
 Ricky had too much. He wiggled out  of his jeans and let that black
 cock  and balls  thrash around.  He had  more than  either Robby or
 Kevin,  and  he  had  gotten  very  still  also  while watching his
 Caucasian counterparts.

 "That's huge  too!" mumbled Robby.  "Yea man," Ricky  said, "Dis is
 cool. Wait til de others get through  on de ramp.. dey can come get
 theirs out too.."

 "Dunno man,  we can try  it," said Kevin  with his Midwestern  U.S.
 flavor to his voice. Robby began to feel of Kevin's scrotum. "Ahh..
 geeze man, that  feels good!" Kevin boasted. "Oh  man," Robby said,
 "your nuts are really sweating!" Kevin's nuts were sweating. He had
 really perspired  a lot on his  trip across town on  his board. His
 ballsack was drooping low in the  summer heat, and there was a good
 bit  of dangling  space between  his body  and where  his nuts were
 hanging.  Just  then,  Steve  walked   over  from  the  ramp.  "Yo,
 Stevie-O,"  Ricky said,  very casually.  "Yo..." he  answered back,
 sizing up the  scene as Ricky was now totally  out of his clothing,
 letting  that beautiful  Black body  shine. Ricky  too was watching
 Kevin and Robby intently, here behind the ramp, and under the shade
 of a tall oak tree with several low branches. They were totally out
 of sight here.

 "Can I lick the sweat off your balls?" Robby asked of Kevin.

 "Sure, man..  that sounds cool..."  Robby bent down  and licked his
 balls clean of sweat. "Oh shit,"  uttered Kevin, "I hate to say it,
 but you're turning me on, dude.."

 "Why do you hate to say that man?" asked Robby.

 "Because it sounds gay, doesn't it?"

 "So? You don't think it's cool to be gay?"

 "I didn't say that I just.. didn't want you to laugh at me."

 "I  won't," said  Robby, "I  promise you  that. Okay...  so I'm gay
 myself."

 "Cool! said  Kevin, thrashing his  waist in Robby's  face. "It's so
 wild to be able to taste  another skater's balls!" said Robby, "and
 such a rad skater, too!"

 "Thanks man!" Kevin said back, sporting  a full hardon now that was
 drooling a little with pre-cum. Joe  walked back now, and saw them.
 Steve  had slowly  been stripping  too; so  far he  had removed his
 shirt and had  dropped his jeans to the ground;  he was feeling his
 cock through his  underwear and was really messing  up this pair of
 shorts with  pre-cum. Ricky suddenly pulled  Steve's underwear down
 and began to suck his hard prick.  Joe got his out too and stuck it
 in Kevin's face.  Since Robby was working a  little on Kevin's cock
 too, seeing Joe's big piece of black  meat in his face was too much
 for him, and he started going off in spurts, creaming the leaves on
 the low lying branches of these  trees. You could hear the cum hit;
 it sounded  like raindrops falling on  them and some of  it dropped
 off and fell on Steve's chest.  Kevin just giggled. "Damn man.. hee
 hee.. this is cool!"

 Mickey came  around now, saying  "I was wondering  where... you....
 guys......  were?"  and  Mickey  had  already  taken  off his shirt
 because he was so hot. Everybody was doing something. Joe was still
 sucking Steve; Robby  was fondling Kevin's cock licking  it free of
 sperm and  discovering that he  liked the taste;  Ricky was jacking
 his  tool  and  getting  ready  to  ask  Joe  if  he wanted to show
 everybody  how  quick  two  black  dudes  could  "get it on." Hell,
 Mickey,  who was  wearing only  blue denim  cut-offs, nothing under
 them, was out  of them in a split second.  He showed his erect five
 and  a half  inch penis  to Kevin,  who immediately  took it in his
 mouth. "Cool man, yeah! Give this skate dude a good suckin'!"

 He did, Mickey  was soon cumming in Kevin's  mouth. Mickey took off
 Kevin's left knee pad and smelled the sweat that had accumulated in
 it. He lay it on the  ground, and began caressing Kevin's knee. "Oh
 God, you  are sooo cool, duuuude,"  he confessed to Kevin,  who ran
 his fingers  through Mickey's wet,  sweaty brown hair.  "Oh, I want
 your wad..  I want your  wad.." Mickey bellowed  to Kevin, who  was
 quickly stiffening again.

 Joe was now fucking the living  SHIT out of Ricky. "Oh man.." Ricky
 yelled... "yo' blastin'  me, yo' blastin' me. Ow!"  it was fast and
 furious cock action all around, except for Mickey. Robby left Kevin
 and was  intently watching Joe and  Ricky going at it  while Mickey
 took Kevin's cock in his mouth,  felt slowly of Kevin's large patch
 of black  pubes as Kevin  smiled all the  while. Mickey sucked  him
 slowly, like a lollipop.

 Soon, Kevin did erupt and sent  several spurts of his creamy juices
 into Mickey's waiting mouth. As he did he moaned, "man, you rubbin'
 my knee like that was what did  it to me.. geeze. That was awesome.
 That was cooler than gleaming the cube..."

 "You gleam  the cube, Kevin?"  asked Steve. "Yeah  dude.. heh.. you
 shoot yet?"

 "I'm  flushin'  it  to  Joe....now  dude.."  the  fourteen year old
 uttered.

 "Hell,"  Kev  thought.  "This  damn  pipe  is  secluded ENOUGH. I'm
 bustin' ass,"  he thought as  Mickey pulled back  from him now,  he
 replaced his left knee pad and  headed for the ramp, buck naked all
 but for  his pads, shoes  and socks. Zoom!  He caught all  kinds of
 air,  turning twists  as Mickey  followed him  and watched from the
 sidelines. Kev's penis  and balls were really flapping,  and as Kev
 stopped on  the edge for  a second, he  actually had time  to reach
 back and spread his asschecks, giving  Mickey a great eyeful of his
 butthole. Mickey  whistled. Zoom! Down came  Kev, on this downsweep
 he  slowed himself,  and kick-tailed  his board  and walked off the
 ramp.

 "That looked killer," said Mickey.

 "Yeah? You get a good look at what I was showin' ya?" he said.

 "Yeah.. I could really see your butthole," said Mickey, touching it
 with his finger. "Damn, it's.. heh.. a little warm," Mickey pointed
 out.

 "Is it?"

 "Yeah! You're all sweaty too!"  Mickey said. "Just.. rub that sweat
 onto MY body if it gets to be too much!"

 "Okay!"  said Kev,  and began  rubbing his  hot sweaty arms against
 Mickey's back, then said, "lick my stomach if you want."

 "Really?"

 "Sure  man! If  you want  it, here  it is,  come and  get it.." Kev
 bellowed out  the line from the  famous 70's song, "but  you better
 hurry  'cos it's  goin' fast..."  Mickey raced  Kev back  under the
 tree. Joe looked at the crowd now that they were all back under the
 tree.

 He spoke in his deep, black rich  voice. "Now, I don't have to tell
 ya'll that you  really put on a nice show  here today. We all.. can
 say we're gay folk and real close kin now.. you un'erstan'?"

 "Yeah!" answered Kev. "I'm gay. This is really cool!"

 Joe chuckled. "Now.. ya'll hear da boy? Ever'things cool.."

 All the dudes laughed.

 "Now, we wanna skate naked or dressed?" asked Steve.

 "Now, we really in a bad place to be runnin' around showin' our aes
 off," said Ricky. "I mean, my momma, she be home shawtly. But hell,
 I guess we cain get by with it for a little while..."

 Everyone got a turn showing himself  off naked on the ramp, showing
 not only moves, but body  language. Steve skated hard. At fourteen,
 it was not uncommon for Steve to be hard anyway. Steve and Kev were
 close  friends, but  this little  show and  tell had  probably even
 brought them closer than they were.  Joe, with his huge black cock,
 probably took the cake with his act; because his cock was softening
 and as he had allowed it to, he took his at-least-eight-incher, and
 tucked it  down over his balls  and into his asscrack.  At first he
 floated short  distances across the  ramp, like a  pendulum, barely
 getting to the  walls of the ramp because he  had his legs so close
 together to keep  his penis from coming out  from between his legs.
 Soon though,  he got hard  from all these  eyes on him,  spread his
 legs and when he did, his penis  flew straight out in front of him,
 like the needle of a  compass being restrained, and suddenly turned
 loose to indicate magnetic North.

 Mickey, now dressed, had been keeping an eye out for Ricky's mom to
 pull up in the driveway. He was going to sound the warning when she
 did so  everyone could get dressed,  but they had all  tired of the
 ramp activity before she did,  because they had actually been doing
 this  and basking  in the  sun for  over three  hours now, doing it
 naked for at least two and a half.

 Kev watched Steve as he dressed. He put on his muscle shirt and his
 underwear  and  jeans.  Then  he  looked  over  at  Kev  as Kev was
 watching. They  exchanged smiles. "Didn't know  I was gay, did'ja?"
 asked Steve.

 "Naah. I  guess I saw  you lookin' at  my crotch before  man, but I
 never did anything.."

 "Yeah, I know you never did anything. You were too shy. I was too,"
 said Steve.

 "Here,  let me  help you  put on  those wild  Jams o' yours," Steve
 offered, getting  the Jams off the  grass and holding them  down as
 Kev  stepped into  them. Then  Steve pulled  them up  neatly around
 Kev's nice,  round hips, stopping  just below the  underwear band a
 moment, and  turning them loose.  "Hah.. you look  cooler with your
 underwear showing."

 "I do?"

 "Personal opinion.  People would laugh  you off the  street." Kev's
 cock had been  growing ever since he had come  back behind the tree
 again to  watch Steve; now it  was at full staff  and Steve noticed
 it.

 "Got a  nice, big dick there,"  Steve said, patting it  through the
 fabric. "Feel it," said Kevin.

 "Sure!" said  Steve, reaching down Kev's  underwear and feeling it,
 and feeling too that it had a nice sticky coating of fresh cum that
 he was producing  even as he was standing  there. "Hot damn! Pretty
 baby!" Steve muttered.

 "Like it?"

 "Damn right!" Steve answered.

 "You... got any  homework?" Kev asked as he  heard Ricky's mom home
 and in the kitchen now, and the other boys scrambled to the tree to
 put on their clothes.

 "No...what are you saying, dude?" asked Steve.

 "Wanna come over to my house a while?"

 "S-Sure... but it's awful far from my house to yours.. what if.."

 "Shhh.. I'll call your mom when  you get there. I'm sure she'll let
 you spent the night.."

 "Tomorrow's a school day!"

 "No, it's not.."

 "It's not?"

 "Hehhe.." Kev laughed. Kevin was going to MAKE it a holiday.

 Kev pulled the  Jams up to hide his underwear,  although he too had
 liked Steve's approach  at leaving it below band  level. Somehow he
 liked  the idea  of letting  his "stripes  shine" for  all to  see.
 Before they left,  Kevin had to feel Steve's hard  dick. He too was
 creaming. Steve's  eyes got big as  Kevin touched it. "You  make me
 real hot!" Steve smiled. "I know the feeling," Kev replied.

 Steve and Kevin  walked their boards out the front  gate and to the
 base  of the  hill on  Wachenowa Dr.  They used  foot power  to get
 themselves up the hill, skated to the stopsign, and disobeyed it as
 if it meant "skaters are exempt from reading this sign."

 They skated from here, up behind  the shopping center and stopped a
 minute,  now  about  two  miles  from  Ricky's.  This is where they
 normally  went their  separate ways,  because Steve  lived a couple
 more miles to  the North, straight across the main  drag; to get to
 Kev's house you had  to go down a lot of cool  back streets, but in
 doing so you had to always be  on your toes as a skater; there were
 blind driveways and hidden sidestreets galore.

 Actually they still had a good ways to go.

 Now that they were AT the main drag, they agreed to skate up behind
 the shopping center and stop at the Burger King to get something to
 drink.  They did  and they   even carried  their boards  inside the
 restaurant  and sat  at a   booth without  any complaints  from the
 manager. They ended up both getting vanilla milkshakes.

 "Hey Kev," whispered Steve, "I know  this isn't the place but.." he
 whispered even lower, "your penis is cool."

 "Yeah.. I know.. yours is too," Kev said in a low voice.

 "Hey.. tomorrow's not really a holiday is it?" asked Steve a little
 louder. To be  honest, Steve also stood about 5'  8" or so, and had
 brown hair and blue eyes.

 "Hehe.." Kev snickered. "No, it's not..  but I'll play hooky if you
 will.."

 "Yeah,  I  guess  so..  I  haven't  been  sick  that much this year
 anyway.."

 "Would you catch hell from your mom?"

 "I don't think so.. if you can pull a decent fast Eddie.."

 "Heh..  the  only  fast  Eddie  I  can  pull  is  down here..." Kev
 indicated by squeezing his genitals.

 "Oooo!" Stevie  moaned. They both burst  out laughing, catching the
 attention of  the older woman  facing away from  them in the  booth
 behind Steve. She just turned around,  looked at the boys, and then
 turned  back around  to read   her book.  Then she  recognized him.
 "Kevin! You're Kevin Shumaker, the delivery boy, aren't you?"

 Well, now, he had to say something, much as he didn't want to.

 "Yes  ma'am. And  you're..?" he  asked, getting  up to  talk to her
 briefly as Steve made ready to leave.

 "I'm  Mrs.  Connolly,  you  know,  on  the  corner  of  Delrose and
 Montague..."

 "Oh, yes! Of course!"

 "Are you going to be delivering again soon?"

 "Oh, no.. I don't  think so.. my dad's going to get  me a job where
 he works, part-time this fall.."

 "Oh  well, that's  nice. Just  wanted you  to know  we missed  you,
 running up  and down the  sidewalk every morning,  delivering!" she
 said, barely tweeking his nose."

 "Well, thanks!" he said. "I really need to go now.."

 "You take care!"

 Steve carried his board back to the restroom, Kevin followed him as
 they went  back. Laying his  board under his  foot, Steve unzipped,
 pulled out  his penis and began  pissing. He had really  backed up.
 There were two  urinals, but Steve dropped his  Jams and pulled his
 dickie  out the  front of  his  briefs,  and pissed  into the  same
 urinal. Both boys looked at each  other's cocks. "What are we gonna
 do at your house?" asked Steve.

 "Not sure.. lots of things. But you can bet we'll have fun!"

 "Yeah I  know we will.  Look man, we  are really turning  the water
 yellow!"  So they  were. Before   they stopped,  Kev had  aimed his
 stream  over to  cross into  Steve's, and  for a  moment they  came
 together hitting the water as one  large stream. There were lots of
 bubbles on top of the water.

 "That's  cool!" said  Steve, as  his piss  flow stopped. "You know,
 it's really neat, you watching me pee like that."

 "I like to do it, too."

 "Yeah?"

 "Yeah.. heh.. just wanted to see how much you could put out.."

 "Well, you  put out more than  I did!" Steve admitted  as they went
 out the opposite door.

 "I don't remember exactly how to get there," said Steve.

 "Well,  just stay  behind me  dude, and  follow my  lead. It gets a
 little hairy.."

 "Yeah, well.. so do your balls.. hehe.."

 "Yeah.. stop that! Heh.."

 Steve took him  seriously. He just suddenly found  it easier to mix
 unbridled humor  with it, now  that.. he and  Kev seemed to  have a
 greater  understanding than  ever before  about their  bodies. They
 wanted some time alone now, time  to study one another, time to get
 to know  each other better than  they ever had. Somehow,  Steve had
 this  incredible urge  to want  to get  to know  Kev's body  top to
 bottom as  well as he  knew his own;  and somehow Kev  was not only
 willing to go along with that, but was offering Steve the chance to
 come home with  him! How could Steve turn this  down now that Kevin
 Shumaker's very presence had affected  the flight of his own boner?
 Matter of fact, Steve had been  struggling in the mens' room to pee
 through a very turgid penis; it was harder even now as he knew this
 aggro skate  session that lie  ahead which was  required to get  to
 Kevin's house would end in own sheer ecstasy.

 A mile  and a  quarter down  the sidewalk  on the  main drag, their
 skate  wheels  popping  with  every  crack  they encountered in the
 sidewalk. They stayed right together, and were even able to discuss
 the  road ahead  because their  skate-ability was  so equalled.  In
 fact, it was Kevin that had taught Steven many fancy tricks, on the
 pipe,  and on  the street.  "Yo..  Steve-O..  we got  down here  to
 Arlington Road..  okay? Then, cross  the street. Go  another block.
 Then a right down Beverly Drive. You got it?"

 "Yo!" Steve acknowledged. It was only 5:00, but they wanted to take
 advantage of the night that lie ahead.

 "Yo.. is this Arlington?" asked Steve.

 "Yeah,  we cross  here." The  boys waited  for the  signal, and ran
 across the intersection, slamming their  boards on the sidewalk the
 instant they were across, and slammed down on top of them.

 Just then, a cop  threw on his siren and pulled out  of the line of
 traffic about  two cars behind.  He sped through  the traffic light
 and on up the main drag.

 "Ohh shit man, I thought he was after us!" bellowed Steve, catching
 up to Kev.

 "Naah.  You have  to get  used to  that shit.  Remember man, we are
 -innocent- unless some pig actually stops beside you, or rolls real
 slow by you.

 Otherwise, fuck 'em," he was yelling,  so loudly that the two young
 girls,  not over  seven years  old apiece,  could hear  in the yard
 across  the street.  One was  bouncing a  stupid ugly multi-colored
 ball in the driveway. "Hah!" yelled Kev as they passed on the other
 side of  the street. "Yeah..  I wouldn't have  noticed them.." said
 Steve.

 "Yeah, I know you wouldn't, if you weren't on a skateboard and they
 weren't safety hazards.. eww.. I'd hate  to skid to a stop with one
 of THEM under my front whels!" Kev said.

 "Yeah.. Hey.. this where we turn?"

 "Yeah.. this is  Beverly," Kev confirmed, doing about  ten miles an
 hour as he  let his skateboard fly off the  sidewalk and arched his
 back to complete the ninety degrees necessary to make a right turn.
 This slowed him considerably, but once he got on the road, this one
 had a downhill  slope, so he didn't need much  more legwork. By now
 both boys  had their shirts off  and in their back  pockets. "Heh,"
 Steve said, "you look really rad."

 "Yeah.. I know  it man. You do too. I  got something for you that's
 totally tubular."

 "Me too," said Steve.

 "Er.. watch this poseur dude up here, man, he's in the road," Kevin
 cautioned. "Yeah,  I see him." They  got up a little  speed as they
 cut into the  other lane to avoid the poseur.  They referred to him
 as  a poseur  in their  own minds  because they  never had seen him
 before. So  either he was new  to skateboarding, or just  never got
 around enough to be in Kev's or Steve's neighborhood.

 "Hi,"  yelled   Kevin  as  he   passed  the  dude,   who  had  long
 reddish-brown hair. They  got about 20 more feet  down the road and
 Kev announced... "Steve, whoa!

 Slamming  on brakes!"  Steve had  heard him  luckily, because Kevin
 kick-tailed and picked up his board.

 "We there?" Steve asked.

 "No, not.. quite.  Come on, let's size this boy  up. We're not that
 far from.. home..."

 Kev drug  his sentence out  as he looked  at the boy  who was doing
 360's in  the middle of  the street, which  is just that;  a lot of
 circles. "Yo man, wassup? Me and my friend here, we're skaters.."

 "Yo dude!" Steve said as he shook hands with this "poseur".

 "Hey guys.. yeah.. not much goin' on," the boy answered.

 "I'm Steve, this is Kevin," Steve introduced.

 "Yeah.. my name's Rich.." the boy answerered, getting off his board
 and standing over on  the side of the road as a  red Volvo came by.
 They shook hands.

 "Been skating long?" asked Kevin.

 "Naah. I  just got into  it last week.  My brother Curt  brought me
 into it.."

 "Curt Kitchens?" Steve asked.

 "Yeah! You know Curt?"

 "Hell yeah! He's in my homeroom.. we skate..."

 "Cool!" said Rich, dressed in a  red OP shirt, cut above the navel,
 and blue  jeans. Kev could  see the top  of Rich's band  around his
 underwear. Steve caught it too and smiled back at Kev. "How old are
 you?" asked Kev.

 "Sixteen.."

 "Me  too!" said  Kev. "So,  you guys  been skating  a while?" asked
 Rich.

 "Yeah.." Kev said.  "I started about two and a  half years ago, and
 Steve started just about a month after me.."

 "Yeah.. that's about when  Curt started.." Rich said, repositioning
 his hair.

 "You guys want something to drink?" Rich offered.

 "I don't guess," answered Kev, "we're  just a couple blocks from my
 house.."

 "Really? Cool.." said Rich.

 "Your parents home?"  Kev asked. "Naah," said Rich.  "Gone from now
 'til  Sunday night.  Had to  go to  Orlando, Florida..  my dad  has
 business there.."

 "Ahh.." said Kev  as he and Steve seemed to  follow Rich closer and
 closer to his house, because Rich seemed to be slipping that way.

 "Well,  come  on  in  for  a  minute,"  Rich  offered, and the boys
 accepted,  stepping  into  cool  air  conditioning.  "You guys look
 awfully hot!" Rich said, fixing himself a Coke. Oh what the hell.

 "Yo.. Rich.. I'll take a Coke," Kev yelled from the living room.

 "You Steve?"

 "Yeah, sure.." he yelled. "What gives?"

 "Like I said, I just wanna check him out! He just might show us how
 rad he really is!" Kev said, quelling Steve's wonderment.

 Rich came into  the living room, carrying two  drinks. "Here guys..
 either one.."

 "Thanks!" they both said simultaneously,  as Rich went back for his
 own.

 They sat  spread-legged on the  sofa, resting their  feet on either
 side of their skateboards.

 Rich took off his shirt.

 "You look  neat like that,"  Kev started already,  as soon as  Rich
 removed it,  wiped his face with  it and tossed it  on the carpeted
 floor.

 "Neat like what, man?" Rich asked, puzzled.

 "Without your shirt," Steve chimed in.

 "Oh. Well, I feel cooler anyway," he said.

 Kevin,   while  astounded   at  the   generousity  that   Rich  had
 demonstrated, also knew that losing the privilege of sitting on the
 plush  sofa that  his  buttocks  currently occupied  actually meant
 nothing to him  if he couldn't get Rich to  open up. He was already
 all  too satisfied  with Steve  and the  friendship that he somehow
 felt would remain forever intact. He was willing to gamble with the
 possibility  of losing  Rich as  a friend  just as  fast as  he had
 acquired  him.  Kevin  knew  that  exposing  HIMSELF  would require
 lowering  his Jams  where Steve  could just  unzip. Still, he could
 pull  the front  of his  Jams down  a bit  to just  expose the hair
 around  the top  of his  penis and  the penis  itself. In one quick
 motion,  his underwear  was curled  down near  his balls,  his Jams
 around it, and his upper pubes and hard dick were in plain sight.

 "Whoa!" screeched Rich, nearly dropping his Coke on the floor.

 "Sorry," Kev apologized, "it just got too  hard and I had to let it
 have some airspace."

 Steve looked at  Kev and grinned. "You know,"  Steve said, "mine is
 too, I wonder if  it's a good idea to let mine  relax, too.. and he
 began to unzip his jeans, reached in and pulled out his hard one.

 "Hell  guys," Rich  said, "might  as well  just get  naked.. nobody
 here," he said,  unzipping his own jeans now.  "Fine", Kev thought,
 "he's a player. But who turns him on?"

 As  soon as  Rich slid  out  of  his underwear  (Rich was  a little
 husky), Kev  knew right away that  something had turned him  on. He
 was very stiff. He dropped his underwear on the floor as both Steve
 and Kev were nude again, all but their shoes.

 Rich flopped back  into the chair. Kev could  tell that Rich wasn't
 able to  take his eyes  off their  dicks,  not even to  pick up his
 Coke.

 Kev was  sizing Rich up  too, looking at  the brown patch  of pubic
 hair  around his  genitals. Rich  had  a  hefty sized  dick, if  he
 pointed it straight up, it covered his navel and went a fraction of
 an inch beyond.

 Steve  was  watching  and  he  couldn't  resist;  he  stood  up and
 violently shook  his meat around,  causing his erect  penis to slap
 his stomach every time it arrived there at that point of travel. He
 did this a few times, then Rich  got out of his chair. "Shit.. this
 is wild. Are you guys into sucking cock?"

 "Well.. sure!" Kevin said.

 "Wanna suck  this?" Rich said as  he stood there holding  his erect
 meat. He then  did as Steve had done,  flapped his man-meat around,
 slinging little droplets of semen out of the slit that had built up
 there  from his  bout with  his hardon.  Because of  the way it was
 pointed, it had happened to sling out in Kev's direction, and since
 Kev had not gotten up yet, it  splattered a little up his chest and
 stomach. One small drop hit his face. Kev tasted it.

 "Cool!"  he remarked,  standing up   as he  watched Rich  sling his
 somewhat husky torso around, letting  his semi-erect penis slap his
 stomach until it was fully erect. And then it was unbearably hard.

 Kev got on the floor on his knees, after removing his knee pads. He
 took Rich's  cock in his mouth  and sucked him. Those  balls looked
 loaded and ready to shoot. Then, he narced. He realized what he had
 said after  he had said  it. "You know,  Curt really gives  awesome
 blowjobs too..  he sucks me all  the time..." and Rich  slapped his
 hand across his mouth.

 "Oh shit.." Rich said

 "Don't worry about it," Kev said. "We're not that kind of guys."

 "Yeah, you're safe with us,"  Steve reassured. "We'll probably come
 out to him soon enough, and then we'll all have fun together..."

 "So, you ARE gay.."

 "Yeah.. is that a problem?" Kev asked.

 "No! No.. I am too I guess.."

 "You GUESS?" Steve inquired. "Either you're  a fag, or we're in the
 wrong place!"

 "Yeah..  heh..  I  am.."  Rich  declared  in  a laughing tone. "Oh,
 jeezus... oh.."  and Rich shot  a large load  into Kev's mouth.  As
 Rich was doing that, Steve walked  over to Rich and squealed, "man!
 What a penis on this guy!" Make no mistake, Steve was fast becoming
 quite the queen. Kev pulled off now. "You like it huh?" Rich asked.

 "Yeah!" Steve said, eyeballing it.

 "Are you two brothers?"

 "Friends," answered  Kev. "But.. I  think we're CLOSE  enough to be
 brothers.."

 "Yeah, we are.." Steve nodded to Kev.

 Steve started to get down and lick the hair around Rich's balls. He
 retracted.

 "Whassa matter?" asked Kev. "You spooked?"

 "Naah.. I just want to wait to.. do shit with you, I guess man.."

 "Yeah  well.. that's  okay," said  Kevin, starting  to get  dressed
 after looking at a clock and seeing it was five minutes after six.

 Steve got dressed  also. They were soon on their  way out the door;
 Kev had proved  that his keen sense of gayness  could hone out just
 about the most innocent of  victims. Now that this was established,
 he realized the need of his  one true friend outweighed his desires
 to  reach into  the unknown.  It  was  likely that  Rich might  say
 something now to  Curt about Kev and Steve, but  who knew? Did that
 really matter?

 Suddenly,  it was  Kevin's need  also to  see Steve  alone. He  had
 simply  become sidetracked  by  this  golden opportunity  of seeing
 someone else expose himself.

 They had  seemed to leave rather  hastily as a matter  of fact, and
 Rich was  still fighting to throw  his clothes back on.  If nothing
 else, he had more mental thoughts to get his jollies on.

 They arrived  at the house,  Mrs. Shumaker had  already gotten home
 from work. Kev  arrived to smell a fresh,  home cooked dinner ready
 to serve. "Kev, you're just in time. I just creamed the potatoes.."

 "And I just creamed my shorts," Kev jokingly thought to himself.

 "Why,  hello Steven!"  Delores Shumaker  said to  Steve. "Hi,  Mrs.
 Shumaker! How are you?"

 "Just fine! Can you stay for supper?"

 "Mom.." Kev broke in. She diverted  her eyes from Steven to look at
 her son. Kevin had no father; his  dad had.. died at sea. He was on
 his tour  of duty for the  Coast Guard. Briefly, he  was out at sea
 rescuing passengers  from a sinking  ship in a  storm, when a  wave
 overpowered  him  and  lifted  him  off  the  bridge,  throwing him
 violently in  the water. Kev  had little memory  of this as  he was
 only  three at  the time.  Still  he  swore he  could remember  the
 funeral that was  held; without the body of  course. He never liked
 to let his mind dwell on those horrid thoughts.

 "Can.. Stevie  stay the night  if it's okat  with Mrs. Horowitz?  I
 mean.."

 "Well.. it IS a schoolnight..."

 "Aww mom.." Kev uttered pleadingly.  Even... even Steve had uttered
 it, forgetting this  wasn't HIS mother, only for  a second. Delores
 had caught Steven's error.

 "Okay son," she said, looking at Steven and winking. "I don't think
 one rare night in a million is going to kill your school grades..."

 "Thanks, mom!" Kev said, hugging her.

 "Thanks, Mrs. Shumaker.."

 "Now, are you boys planning on skipping school tomorrow?"

 "No," they both said.

 She looked at them again.

 "Well, we thought about it.." admitted Kev, finally.

 "Well... hmm. Kevin,  I played hooky once in a  while myself when I
 was a little girl.  I told my mom that I was  sick with a cold once
 when I  really wasn't. I'll just..  let this one slide  now if Mrs.
 Horowitz is.. as forgiving as I am... but that's up to you."

 "I love you, mom..."

 "I love you too, son. Now, run along andcall Mrs. Horowitz.."

 "Sure!"

 "I'll call her,"  said Steve.. "I can handle  it.. oh shit.." Steve
 said, hanging up the phone.

 "What?"

 "Fucking answering machine. She must still be at work."

 "Try her at work!"

 "No way! She'd be pissed! I'd rather  her be pissed at home than at
 the  office..  gives  her  less  time  to  think,  the  later it is
 anyway.."

 "Yeah."

 The boys had  slid their skateboards under the  carport, out of the
 way, and now began to remove  their padding. Kev started taking off
 clothes. "Whatcha gonna do?" Steve said, looking at Kev brightly.

 "Gonna strip..  just to my  underwear. Hell.. I  go around all  the
 time in here in my underwear anyway.."

 "Really?" asked Steve, stripping also to his underwear. Steve had a
 -huge- wet  spot which was  instantly noticeable by  Kevin where he
 had been  pre-cumming at an  intense rate. "Eww  man.. gnarly." Kev
 said.

 "What?"

 "Be  careful when  you... peel   out of  this," Kev  said, grasping
 Steve's underpants at his hips.

 "What do you mean?"

 "Steve, you did a big boo-boo  in your shorts!" Kev raved, dropping
 them down his  bare legs. Steve had felt the  pull of his shorts as
 they came off around his penis. There was still some stringing from
 his pubic hairs, wet.

 "Oh man.. I did, didn't I?" Steve said.

 Kev  smelled the  shorts. He  put his  hand where  it was  wettest,
 getting enough  on his hand to  coat his fingers down  to the first
 joint.

 He licked his fingers, delectably. "Mmm... good."

 "What is that, my sperm?"

 "Yes."

 "Wild.. didn't even know I was doing that!"

 "Didn't  you  feel  something  warm  in  your  shorts?  I mean, you
 practically flooded the damn things...

 "Well, my  dick was warm.." he  said, feeling it now.  It was stiff
 and  still dripping  somewhat, on  Kev's floor.  Steve put his bare
 foot over it and rubbed it. "Ooo.. cool.."

 "What?"

 "I was dripping on your floor.."

 "Neat.."  Kev said,  tossing Steve  his undies.  Kev ripped off his
 underwear..  they  were  only  a  little  soiled.  Then he tried on
 Steve's.  They fit  him too!  Kev acted  like a  little queen for a
 moment and strutted around the  room dancing in Steve's underpants.
 Steve couldn't stop smiling and the  huge hardon Steve had was only
 getting worse,  and dripping more  on Kev's floor.  It seemed Steve
 was producing a lot of sperm in his nuts...

 Kevin took off the underwear now, and locked his door, to make sure
 they weren't  interrupted. Delores Shumaker generally  left her son
 to himself as a rule, so he wasn't so worried about it..

 Kev looked, there  were indeed several globs of  sperm in the floor
 under where Steve  was standing. He simply left  them there to dry.
 Steven was even starting to hook  his wrists a little now and then.
 He did it just now as Kev asked him to sit on his bed. He did.

 Kev bent  down and put  his hands on  Steve's shoulders. They  were
 firm  and round,  this feeling  made Kevin's  penis all the harder.
 Steve got up and lay stretched  out fully on Kev's bed now, Steve's
 penis  was pointing  straight up.  Steve seemed  to draw  Kev near,
 although Kev was getting closer of  his own power as well. Kev, now
 seeing Steve's full body alone as  he had never seen it before, was
 captivated and  mesmerized. Steve, also mesmerized,  watched as Kev
 fell  down to  Steve's cock  and  began  to give  him a  long, slow
 blowjob. Steve moaned in pleasure as  Kev took the entire length of
 his  penis into  his mouth.  Kevin inched  a finger  toward Steve's
 asshole, and managed to get it  inside. Steve had never been fucked
 before,  but was  certainly at  this stage  no stranger  to putting
 fingers up his  ass. "Ooo..." Steve continued to  moan. The asshole
 felt very  warm and pleasing to  Kev, who worked tirelessly  on his
 best friend's pole.

 "That,"  said Kev,  slightly  wiggling  his finger,  "represents my
 rock-hard dick in your tight little ass."

 "Ohhh..." Steve said, getting closer  to his orgasm, "someday soon,
 will you fuck me?" he whined like a  boy half his age, in want of a
 toy.

 "Oh.. sooner than  you think," Kev said, going back  to his rod and
 sucking it  like an all-day  sucker. He had  taken in a  lot of cum
 from Steve's excited state already, and soon, Steve's cock exploded
 into life, filling Kev's mouth with the sweet tastes he had come to
 know and respect. "Oh, Jesus!"  Steve nearly screamed as Kev's lips
 kept  going far  beyond the  point of  ecstasy, far  after his last
 rupture of  semen, and in  fact, kept his  cock pulsating for  some
 number of minutes.

 As the  throbbing subsided, so  did Kev's action  on Steve's penis.
 Steve rose, sat  back on his hands, and had  a request that Kev get
 right in his face, he wanted to whisper something to him.

 Instead,  fourteen-year-old Steve  grabbed Kev  at the  back of the
 neck, and  kissed Kevin unlike  he had even  kissed his own  mother
 before.

 What  do you  mean? Of  course Steve  stayed the  night! It was, in
 fact, after the lights were out, that Steve felt something warm and
 hard... slowly penetrate the entranceway to his asshole...