Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 22:24:59 -0500
From: spadesknight@gmail.com
Subject: skaterboy chapter 1

Warning: this is a fictional story depicting sexually graphic consensual
acts between a 15 year old boy and a 42 year old man, meant for 18-21+ but
like that's gonna stop you..  Romance, First time, oral, anal, and naughty
language. XD Comments and critiques welcome at spadesknight@gmail.com

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        Summer was always the best season for any male with a pair of eyes,
regardless of their tastes. It was especially true for Mark, who had found
the perfect viewing spot for his particular taste. That bench on the other
side of the vacant parking lot always offered a great view of the seasonal
skater punks in their various clothes and with the scorching summer, there
were a fair number of them that had elected not to wear shirts. With those
pants or shorts hanging low as the style called for, there were few things
that could be better, except for maybe a closer view.
        His hand came up to slide through his conservatively styled medium
length black hair, knowing that there were speckles of grey that marked his
true age quite effectively, but at least his neatly trimmed beard, kept
short was still his natural jet black. His eyes were so dark brown that
they could pass for black if the lighting wasn't good, but on sunny days
like this particular one, their true color did stick out. Mark himself was
wearing a plain blue-grey T-shirt that he knew hugged those muscles that he
maintained so well. It was tucked in, showing off his broad shoulders to
their maximum effect, his waist marked well by that very thick brown
leather belt. His faded blue jeans were nearly as tight, and he knew just
how well they showed off his body, just in case any of those lovely skaters
had elected to glance at him. He had naturally bronze skin, but the dark
nature of his body hair hadn't lightened any with the farmers tan. Mark
knew he was handsome, almost as well as he knew how suspicious it was for
him to be hanging out at that park day after day.  Thus, he spent every
morning reading the newspaper and watching the skater boys, his mind
formulating fantasies which would inevitably end up on his sheets that
night or the next. This year was different, or so he told himself, this
year he was actually going to pick one of the skaters up and fulfill those
fantasies. It was the same thing he'd said for years, and there really
wasn't much hope left in the dream.  This year however, was going to be
different, even though Mark's fantasies were not even close to what would
actually happen.
	His worn sneaker slammed against the pavement, making the
delightful sound of hard wheels against the pavement of the sidewalk come
faster. Tom's parents (and of course, Tomas himself) had just moved to that
particular city, and as soon as school let out, they'd packed up all their
belongings and relocated. They'd finished unpacking a week ago, and if the
boy he'd gotten directions from had been truthful, then this was the
correct way to a popular skating area. From the reports, it was nothing
special, but that didn't matter, it was the company he longed for, because
Tom knew just how good he was, not thinking he was better than he was, but
he actually knew he was great at skateboarding. He blazed through the park,
and as he spotted the promised spot, he noticed several things. One, was
the bench, which even though occupied looked definitely worthy of a good
grind, and the other was the remainder of a rail that lead from the park to
the parking lot. A plan formed in his head, and his eyes sharpened with a
determination while that smirk increased on his face.
	"Hey! Check this out!" The young confident voice split the air and
caused Mark to glance over his shoulder, it had also caught the attention
of the other skater boys. The newcomer was little more than a streak as he
headed towards the stairs, and he crouched down, a hand shooting out to
wrap around the post, and he narrowly avoided tumbling sideways down the
steps from his sheer speed and the fact that he'd lost little of it in the
sharp curve. Mark's mouth dropped as he watched the kid, who was not the
most gorgeous kid that the man had seen in his forty-two years, but he was
close, and definitely the cutest he had ever seen in person. The kid was
pumping full tilt towards him, the caution orange spikes that served as
hair ruffled slightly with the wind from the speed, and that face had the
barest hints of a five o'clock shadow that had probably been days in
growing. His blue eyes were bright and filled with an energy that older
people always seemed to lack. Tom was shirtless, his nice tan only seeming
to match, and his slim build still managed to have nicely carved
muscles. His well worn jeans were belted low on his hips to expose blue and
white checkered boxers that his light treasure trail lead to. He steadied
his arms out to the sides as he crouched down, and it was at that time that
Mark realized what the kid was going to attempt to do and he froze,
realizing that it would only increase the chance of him catching a truck to
the head by moving. Tom popped up, his feet skillfully sliding to ollie the
board right over the older male and his hips twisted so temptingly in
mid-air that Mark wanted to touch the kid despite all the risks. He noted
that those legs hidden by the baggy jeans must have been strong to jump
like that.
        The nose of the board slammed onto the wood of the bench and
carried him the majority of the length until Tom jumped off shortly before
the end and twisted to land smoothly on the pavement without loosing too
much speed. He twisted to a stop which squeaked his tires and grinned as
all of the skate punks came over to praise him for his talents. He'd
stopped less than six feet from Mark, and had his back turned to the man,
that pronounced curve of Tom's lower back shown clearly by the tight boxers
seemed almost haunting to Mark's mind. The newcomer skaterboy seemed
completely unaware that he'd fulfilled one of the older man's wishes for
that day. He'd brought the entire skating population of that area
practically right to the bench. Tom also formed a few new dreams for Mark,
and he couldn't help licking his lips at the newcoming thoughts about how
that bright orange hair was just long enough to wrap his thick fingers
in. He carefully folded the newspaper and offered a deep nervous chuckle as
he clapped slowly.  The sounds themselves seemed more adult than the
exuberant cheers and claps on the back that had come before it. It drew
slightly suspicious glances from a good majority of the teenagers and never
was Mark more self conscious about how out of place he seemed in the
parking lot, but the slight uneasiness didn't make him stop. Finally, the
face that would imbed itself in Mark's mind for a good long time turned to
face him.
	At first, Tom's blue eyes were filled with shock; he hadn't really
taken a good look at the man he'd decided that it would be a good idea to
ollie, but the man was damn hot, and his jaw dropped as his newfound
popularity and the conversation vanished from his head.  Tom lost a few
seconds before he managed to force himself to return to the
conversation. Mark stretched his long legs out and listened to the
conversation while he used the newspaper once more to cover his face.
	"I'm Tomas and it isn't as hard as it looks, you just gotta
practice your ass off.  Just work at it in parts, get the strength and
skill for the jump down, get the balance for the grind and the balance for
the dismount. Start small though. Let's just skate and enjoy ourselves and
I'll give ya'll more pointers while we skate if you want them." Tom had
just wanted to show off his skill, he hadn't expected that he'd be the
best, but from what it seemed like, he was, and by a considerable
margin. He'd been quickly elevated to status of legend in one fell
swoop. He resigned himself to teaching, and there wasn't really much to
teach. There were the two small sets of stairs, and that one decent rail
which was too high for them to practice on, and then the bench. The kid Tom
got the spot from had called it the Desert, and now the young man saw why.
        He'd continue to pretend to read the newspaper for a few more hours
as he viewed the change in the environment. The skaterboys had formed an
almost alpha male relationship with the newcomer, Tomas, Mark had learned
from his eavesdropping. They were flatlanding, much closer to the bench and
giving the older man a much better view, though his eyes were focused
mostly on a certain orange haired male. He folded his paper again, for the
final time that day. As much as the man enjoyed watching the boys skate,
(or the boys period) there was only so long that a man of his age could use
reading a newspaper as his reason for being in the desolate parking
lot. This time the newspaper was tucked into a back pocket as he started
wandering back into the park for the return trip to his car.
	Tom waited a few minutes after the man on the bench left before he
decided that it would be a good idea to take his leave to. He said his
goodbyes and quickly skated back into the park, eager to catch up to the
man. His worn sneakers padded on the concrete as he sped up. The man hadn't
gotten far; the next closest parking lot was ten minutes away on
skateboard, more on foot. It was a big park, lots of trees and nice grass
but otherwise unremarkable. At his frantic pace, it wasn't long before he
saw that six foot two frame.
	He heard the sound of skateboard wheels, and curious Mark glanced
over his shoulder, he was surprised when he saw that kid and he stopped
dead, half turning around, unsure of what to say or do, so he kept walking,
moving off a little to the side so the kid could cruise past him. Tom
instead walked off of the board, his heel kicking it up so his careful hand
could catch it by the trucks. A few quick steps came before he fell into
pace right next to Mark. For a few minutes, neither of them said nothing,
but there were appraising glances between them, and Tom thought of
something to say first.
	"You know, I think you're the slowest reader I've ever seen." He
began, and at the slight tightening of those black eyebrows, he had been
certain that his initial guess had been correct. He licked his lips
carefully, continuing. "If I wasn't such a na‹ve kid, I'd guess that you'd
been paying attention to the half naked skateboarders." The words were
calmly neutral, but Mark felt the full weight of them. This was a nice way
of saying, hey, fuck off pervert. The older male had been about to say
something, to try and do some damage control, but the boy just ploughed
further on. "Some kids wouldn't like the idea of a big well built older
male watching them, but I don't mind. Hell, I kinda liked it."  Tom glanced
up at the man, realizing that he was probably a good half foot shorter than
the tall guy, and this time their eyes met, there was something different
in them.
	Mark couldn't believe his luck, and he managed to somehow keep his
face the same, that slight frown that indicated he was listening not
changing in the slightest despite the words that were said. The rest of his
body wasn't so fortunate, and he felt his pants strain as blood rushed to a
certain part of his body. "I'm Mark, Tom." He gave a slight smirk. "I hope
watching isn't all you're looking for." It was nearly as forward as his
dreams, and those careful eyes of his were scanning the area carefully, as
he licked his lips.
	"..I'm pretty sure that with a little clever talking, you could
convince me to do a little bit more." Tom's confident voice rang out again,
a smirk on his lips. Sure, he'd been kissed before, even with a guy, but it
was always a guy his own age and size. It hadn't gone much further than a
long makeout session though, he had a feeling that he'd entered into some
unspoken pact with the older male, and although the nerves that always
accompanied such possibilities were there, Tom didn't mind. There was just
something about the older male.
	Mark shifted quickly at that statement, a hand coming up to slide
through that hair as he carefully pushed the kid off the path, fingers
twining in that gel stiff hair. It was just long enough for his fingers, a
perfect grip, and he tilted that head back so his lips could devour where
that perfect neck met that perfect sun kissed shoulder, his stubble
scratching roughly against that tender skin. His other hand came around,
tucking itself onto an asscheek which seemed to be shaped for his palm, his
hand big enough to cover one full side and he gave a tight squeeze. He
heard Tom moan breathily practically in his ear, the skateboard had dropped
onto the grass and those hands were scrabbling frantically for a grip on
his shoulders even while the boy ground eagerly, his baggy pants showing
off his hardened cock much more prominently than Mark's much tighter pants,
and for a kid, Tom was packing, but Mark himself had something quite larger
in store for the boy, once they got somewhere more private. His knuckles
against the bark of the tree had reminded him where he was, and that palm
sliding down that smooth nicely muscled back reminded him that the kid was
very likely not yet eighteen. Still, he couldn't help himself; it had been
his dream for so long. He worked those kisses, those slight gentle nips up
to one of those ears. "Tom, come back to my apartment with me." He
whispered, that husky deep voice of his almost making the boy moan, and he
could feel the kid shiver underneath him, and he felt, rather than saw the
nod offered. With that, he pulled away longingly, glancing back towards the
trail, and he waited for Tom to bend down and collect his skateboard. As
that nicely rounded ass was exposed, Mark couldn't help himself once more,
and he gave it a loud swat, resting his hand there even as the kid jolted
up, arching back slightly. Mark gave a squeeze, which was responded to by a
glare from the kid. They were both hot and bothered, but where Tom was
irritable because he had to wait, Mark was only counting his lucky stars
that he'd decided to go to the Desert that morning as opposed to the gym
like he normally did.
	The walk back to the car was uneventful, quiet, their lust thick in
the air between them, and by the time he pulled his keys from his pocket
and unlocked the doors to the red SUV from a distance, Tom was nearly
running. He took shotgun of course, putting his board in the backseat as
Mark climbed in. They both buckled their seatbelts, and it was still a few
minutes of travel before anyone said anything.
	"How old are you kid?" He glanced to Tom, trying to appraise the
kid, but he was never good at guessing ages.
	"Fifteen," Tom was glancing around the nice, new looking vehicle as
he tried to calm those butterflies in his stomach. Being pushed up against
that tree had been one of the most intense experiences in his life, and he
was eager for more, it showed on his face and in his pants. The age only
caused a wetted appetite for the older male, and he sped up slightly, eager
to get to that apartment. "I ain't ever done anything like this before."
Tom nearly cringed at that one, and if they hadn't been breaking any laws
before, it had definitely caused that SUV to accelerate.
	"Me either kid. I've never picked up someone your age before. I've
got belts older than you, but if you were nervous or anything, don't worry,
I'll go easy. It's not exactly my first time." He gave his best confident
smile, rolling into his usual parking space near the back entrance of the
well kept apartment building, and with no further words, they exited the
vehicle in the same hurried haste. There was a quiet extreme sexual tension
even in the short walk, and it had the older male nearly fumbling his keys
in his excitement. The door to his apartment swung open and a hand just
high enough to have some sort of a claim to touching lower back only
ushered in the skater, though as soon as Tom was out of any possible view
from the hallway, that hand migrated downwards with a squeeze. Mark stepped
closer, pressing the stretched denim to just below the belt of those low
hanging pants. One of his large arms slid around that narrow waist as his
other hand locked the door behind them, and with that taken care of, his
bare fingers slid underneath the younger males shirt. Mark leaned down to
nibble on that neck again, and the delighted shiver was taken as a positive
sign.
	"Jesus Christ..." The words came breathy from that younger male as
he tried to figure out what to do, the multiple sensations assaulting his
inexperienced mind. Those hands slid up to run through Mark's graying hair
as that mouth nibbled and kissed his neck, that scratchy short beard only
adding to how erotic it felt. Tom twisted his head so their lips could
meet, his eyes closing, and mouth opening for that more dominant tongue to
slide in and duel. Tom twisted, still holding the kiss as he got more
aggressive, suddenly feeling just a bit more comfortable, as he pushed the
bigger man against the door, one hand sliding around Mark's shoulder while
his other hand found his lover's large bulge and gave it a squeeze. The
older man didn't gasp, instead he ground against that palm with the
pleasure written in bold across his face. His hands went right for the
skater boy's waist, picking the smaller male up without too much trouble
and pushing his hips from the wall so those toned legs could wrap around
his waist with ease.
	"I think we're wearing entirely too many clothes." That mischievous
smile cruised across Tom's face as he suggested such, though the edge to
the nerves was still there. The younger male's hands slid down that chest,
feeling those muscles through that shirt, and biting his bottom lip. Mark
held one hand on one of those nice ass cheeks that he could feel through
the denim and the older man moved towards his bedroom carefully.  His other
hand departed that lower back to open the door to his bedroom and the kid
was placed on his back on that soft bed. Mark took the opportunity to grind
firmly against that ass, before he unwrapped the legs from around him even
as one hand undid the belt. A second after the black leather belt hit the
floor, the pants they previously held up followed. The checkered boxers
were the last thing that blocked Mark from that flesh. He groped the skater
punk through the thin cloth before removing it, to squeeze that cock, which
for a kid his age was impressive.
        Tom was trying to find an easy way to pull that sweater from that
much broader body with an eager virgin's needy hands, reaching right over
them and pulling it up inch by inch until he could hook his fingers into
the bottom and pull it right over his older lovers head. He threw it
towards a wall as he got a look at Mark's body. He ran his fingers through
the dark chest hair, sliding his fingers down that stomach, following the
treasure trail to hook his fingers into the pants. Tom swallowed, the
nervousness returning despite how hard that muscular furred body made him.
	"I'm not going to force you into anything, and I'm not exactly
small. You can still turn back at this point and there'll be no hard
feelings or anything." Mark started, and he paused, resting on his palms as
he looked the younger male in his nervous blue eyes. The boy thought for a
few seconds, that mouth opening as if something was going to be said, but
instead the sound of a zipper sliding down slowly was the only thing to
part the silence. It made Mark smile, and he got up to his knees so he
could quickly undo his belt and remove the remainder of his clothes. He
stayed on his knees, one big palm coming to stroke his own cock. Even his
big hand just barely managed to wrap around his cock, and it was long
too. Tom's eyes got wider, and Mark could see him tense up visibly, so he
moved a bit closer and laid on top of him, his hairy body flush against
that smooth young one, and he bit that neck gently, grinding their cocks
together. He heard Tom moan, and the boy was pushing back against
him. Always a good sign, Mark slid a hand down that side, even as he kissed
and nibbled on one of those shoulders, sliding his other hand underneath
the kid's shoulders to support that neck as he kissed the boy once more
passionately.
        Mark couldn't help but grin as he heard the breathless panting from
the younger male after he broke the kiss. Mark slid his head down. Warm
breath slid across the head of that cock, as did the older males broad
tongue. One palm pinned Tom's hip to the mattress, because he knew his
teasing was going to cause that young body to buck up. He was right, as
soon as his tongue touched flesh, he felt that body try to force it's rod
into that mouth. He just slid along the sides, the top and the bottom
before Mark blew cool air across the moistened flesh.
        The older man backed off long enough to slick up a pair of his
fingers with his own saliva. Mark moved his right index finger down to
begin to ease its way in. At the exact same time he took that cock to the
root, he managed to weasel that thick finger into Tom to the first
knuckle. It wasn't hard to ease it the rest of the way in. He even teased
the tip of the finger against the skater's prostate. The moans nearly made
the seasoned Mark shiver, as did the fact that his finger fit so
tightly. It was clear that this was the first time that Tom had ever
bottomed. He worked the thick finger in and out in time with the bobbing of
his head. Mark could feel the tan hands dig into his mostly black hair as
the young man tried to speed up his sucking. All it took was a little bit
of increased pressure and a few strokes of the tongue before he tasted the
salty white strands that were the younger man's cock firing into his
experienced mouth. Mark savored the taste, swirling it around a bit before
swallowing it.
        He started to work the second finger in, collecting the last
remnants of the orgasm and teasing the oversensitive cock with his mouth
and tongue. He did back off for a bit, licking and nibbling across the
contours of that youthful athletic body. Mark's neglected erection hadn't
wavered a bit. That fact was due almost entirely to the fact that the
skater's tight rear was still squeezing tightly around his fingers. Mark
waited until the virile young man had managed a second hard erection for
him to wrap his lips around before he started to slide those fingers in and
out, twisting and scissoring them the best he could in the untouched flesh.
        Mark prepped the flesh as good as he could before he removed those
fingers. He knew he should have taken a bit more time. The fact was, even
his self control had a limit. Tom's body was just begging to be taken. He
hadn't even gotten any pleasure himself and Mark knew his breathing rate
had risen. Mark slid his broad body between those two tanned slender
legs. He leaned towards the end table so he could reach for the lube. A
glistening hand slid along his thick shaft and he made sure to grease it up
properly.
        Even as Mark shifted his hips carefully, pushing the broad head of
his cock into that entrance, he could feel the body tensing up. Those
fingers digging into his shoulders, the change in the breathing and the
pain on his face, Mark could sympathize. He'd been a virgin once upon a
time. That fact made Mark take it easy, resting and waiting as the male
adjusted. While he waited, his hand slid onto Tom's cock to work on taking
the edge off of the pain felt.
        Mark kissed and nibbled on that neck as he waited for Tom to
relax. When that body untensed, he pushed in again, slow and easy. The body
began to tense up again, but it wasn't nearly as bad. He didn't even try to
go all the way in right away, instead slowly working in. It worked well
enough because it wasn't long before the skaterboy had that coarse and
curly black bush resting against Tom's nearly hairless backside. Mark could
feel his body quivering and wanting to give that body a good fuck. He
intended to, in due time. Tom rested his forehead against a broad
shoulder. His arms were wrapped loosely around that neck.
        The elder waited for what felt like an excruciating time before he
started to pull out. He shifted his hips slightly so he could start sliding
in. It was slow, firm and powerful, and despite the pain it didn't take
long for Tom to be moaning and writhing underneath his strokes. He shifted
one leg up to his shoulder, and was pleased to realize that the skater was
surprisingly flexible. It did make that ass just a bit tighter, and he
growled in pleasure as he pumped in. From the rising moans and the fingers
twisting in his bedsheets, Mark could tell that it wouldn't be long. The
raw sexual twist on that young face made his balls tighten.
        Tom moaned harder when he came, his fingers digging into that back
and those short chewed fingernails actually managed to pull up a bit of
skin as he came for the second time against that furred washboard that was
Mark's stomach. At that very instant, that ass clamped down on the thick
cock. It was difficult for him to even manage to thrust, but his hand
tightened on that hip. He came hard almost directly against the prostate
and Mark's moan of pleasure was a roar. The bigger male rode out his seed
until he wasn't hard enough to continue doing such.
        Mark slowed down, waiting inside the smaller man. He smiled down
and was met by that attractive, although exhausted impish smirk. He just
let his superior bodyweight pin the other male to the mattress. Tom's arms
stayed wrapped around him, and the older male got the privilege of watching
the underage temptation drift into the sort of sleep that only a good
fucking could bring. Mark even had to resist a chuckle as he watched the
boy try to fight it.
        Tom almost succeeded in staying awake, but his youthful
inexperience won out and he fell into the realm of Morpheus. It left Mark
to watch the male, listen to his breathing. Smell the athleticism, the
youthful sweat that had leaked into the air and sheets. The next battle
came to letting the kid rest, and containing his growing erection as that
warm formerly innocent body snuggled up against him.

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Like I said, Questions, Comments, Critiques, all are appreciated. Be
gentle, it's my first time posting on niftys.