Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2003 15:13:47 EST
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: In Skater's Time Chapter 14

In Skater's Time
Chapter 14

Paul's Place

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Chapter 14
Paul's Place

There didn't seem to be a rush and we stayed there in the shade of the
trees, chatting.

Paul lay on his back with his neck across my thigh as he looked up at me
when he talked.  He unbuttoned his shirt down to his belly button and I
couldn't resist the urge to slip my hand in on his inviting smooth flesh.
My hand took a slid down over his disgustingly flat stomach, and I was even
bold enough to keep sliding down, even going below the flat bellybutton to
the top of the too loose shorts that hung invitingly on his waist, hidden
by the baggy shirt to everyone but me.

It occurred to me that we were in public and little old ladies came
charging up the sidewalk from time to time, arms flailing, bodies bronzed
by the sun, sweat rolling, as their wrinkled and withered flesh flexed.
Most only glancing in our direction as they approached, being polite enough
to pretend they didn't notice us tucked up in the shade under the row of
trees twenty yards away.

One rather rotund and younger woman stared at us as she approached and
passed, then looked back over her shoulder, smiling broadly at the young
lovers.  I guess seeing two boys loving instead of taunting and challenging
one another seemed okay by her, but only after she thought about it.

It was then, I decided to give up the idea of getting into his pants right
there, although he didn't seem to mind anything I did.  It made me too hot
thinking about it and there was no telling what I'd do if he encouraged me.
I'd already done things with Dart where anyone who cared to look could see.

The talk had ended.  He turned his face toward my body until I could feel
him breathing on me.  I let my hand move up to his chest and I cupped the
bulk in the left side and was impressed.  I found the most incredible pale
nipple once I started in on his chest.  It was raised enough for me to get
the maximum pleasure from feeling its contours and it must have been all
right for him, because there were some contours in his shorts that became
even larger.  He made sure he kept his face on my contours, breathing hot
air on my hidden lust, keeping me inflamed in a way that was quite
exciting.

It's not the kind of thing you jump up from, not me any way.  I loved
feeling his skin and there was a pleasure that came with Paul that I can't
describe.  I know my heart was pounding and I was feeling faint as the
excitement ran through me.  This was what was missing when I was with Dart
and even Gordo.  They were about the act and nothing more.  Paul was about
being with me and he was willing to go where it led him.

I used my free hand to feel the soft short golden hair that had appeared on
his head.  It was a totally different color from the long frizzy mane that
jiggled and wiggled with each of Paul's moves.  That hair did more to
distract from what he was than anything he did or said.  It actually had a
green tint to it but I never asked if he had something to do with the odd
color.  This was perfect and now he looked too good.

It left me feeling bad that I was in favor of touching and being with the
handsome Paul more readily than I had been willing to be with the weird
looking Paul.  He was most certainly right, if someone liked him enough to
see past his flaws, perhaps they were the real deal, but for guys that
thought his hair was too wild and too out of the ordinary, they couldn't be
his friend or lover, or even know him.

I knew his hair had been a put off to me.  I had tried to keep my distance
from him because of it and his outrageous behavior.  Now I wanted to be
with him, touch him, kiss him, and the short hair made it a package that
was almost irresistible to me, only there was no almost about it.  Paul was
gorgeous and what did he think of the boy who made the choices I made?

I would resist only because I was afraid he'd dump me when he saw how
shallow I was and how his hair had made that much of a difference to me,
and how much more I liked him now that he'd cut it.

I wasn't very nice and I hadn't thought much about it but Paul forced me to
think about it now.  He did what I asked him to do and he made me face up
to the fact that looks were more important to me than who he was on the
inside.  How bogus was that?

You can't love someone's looks the way you can love their heart, and
knowing looks don't last and the nature of someone's heart does, I still
liked guys who looked good to me.  I didn't want to be like that and I
didn't know why I was and now I was worried he'd dump me because I was.  I
was going to get as close as I could until that day came and maybe he'd
forget the shallow Z.

I resolved that I'd never go on looks again to form my opinion of someone,
especially Paul.

"You want to go to your house?"  I suggested.

"You mean you want to get naked with me?"  He had a big grin on his face.

"That's not what I said," I said, but he already knew me better than that.

"I know my brother usually goes off with Danny Friday nights when Pop isn't
there, but he knows I was meeting you.  He's probably waiting around so he
can get naked with you."

"You think so?"

"He talks about you all the time.  When I met you, I knew why.  My brother
has a thing for you, probably because you were with Dart.  He still has a
thing for Dart."

"I thought he had a girlfriend and what about Danny?"

"Kenny isn't tied to anyone in his mind.  If it's there and someone offers
it to him, he'll go for it.  Girls like him for some reason."

"What if I don't offer it to him."

"I don't think you have to.  Kenny has the idea you'll like him if he can
get you alone.  My brother is a charmer."

"I don't want someone that is with everyone else."

"Give me a break.  You're weird, Z.  I keep thinking I'm figuring you out
and then you say something stupid, like that."

"It wasn't stupid.  I don't want to be with a guy that wants to be with
guys and chicks too.  I mean that's no one to like."

"Dart!"

"Yeah, it does sound stupid when you put it that way.  He does get around.
Hell, I've seen him with Gordo and guys I don't even know.  He doesn't even
know some of them.  I saw him go with a guy where we surfed.  I'm a dope.
I still like him.  Dart is Dart I guess."

"Don't let it get you down.  I'd still eat a mile of his shit to see where
it came from."

"That's gross," I objected, snatching my hand off his erect nipple, much to
his shock.

"Yeah, I know it is.  Wouldn't you?"

"Well, maybe a little shit, but not that much."

"So it's quantity that upsets you and not the idea of it."

"Are you smart or does this stuff just come out of the blue?"  I
questioned.  "I said I liked him.  We can leave him taking a dump out of
it.  I don't want to go there."

"Sure!  Smart?  Me?  No, it must come out of the blue.  I ain't smart.
Einstein was smart and he never fell for guys who were impossible."

"I don't like Einstein!"

"Meaning you like me?"  He asked, rolling so he could see all of my face.
"I'd like it if you said you liked me."

"What do you think?  Jesus, I'm practically raping you out here in public.
No, you aren't very smart, not about that."

"I grow on a guy, don't I?" he said, smiling at whatever was on his mind.

"You grow all right.  You're going to grow right out of those shorts."

"Now you know why I like that old Spandex of mine.  It's already stretched
out in all the right places.  People hardly know when I'm on a bone any
more," he bragged.

"Bet me.  Everyone knows.  That first day we were skating around, everyone
was looking at your dick," I argued.

"Whatever turns them on.  I can't do anything about them, but you noticing
them noticing me is a good sign."

"I didn't say I noticed.  You could wear Baggies," I advised.

"Like you.  So I got to put my mouth on it to know what's there.  No way!
I'll stick with my Spandex and everyone will know exactly where I stand."

"Up mostly.  You're a standup guy."

"That's only when I'm around you.  You don't see it when I'm not around
you.  It's been awhile since I liked someone this much, maybe never, you
know."

"Where do you come up with this stuff?"

Paul laughed at my exasperation with his wit and wisdom.  I laughed when I
realized what we were arguing about.  I hadn't really given much thought to
that part of him, well, not as much as I gave to Dart anyway, and if you
didn't count night time when I was in bed, not much at all.

I had seen just enough of Paul to know I wanted to see a lot more of him,
not in a way that made him think it's all I wanted off him or that I
couldn't live without that part of him, even if I probably couldn't.  I
wanted him to know I like him, being with him, talking, and especially
touching him like I touched him that day.

A woman had seen us and knew exactly what we were up to, and she didn't
freak out.  She smiled.  I figured other people would hate it if they knew
but I really didn't know anything and Paul was proof of that.  It didn't
make me want to run up and down the street shouting, "I love Paul Cooper,"
but it didn't make me not want to do it either.

We skated to his house and he checked to make sure Kenny wasn't home.  He
was really happy when he found out we had the house to ourselves.  He went
into the kitchen to get us drinks and I took that opportunity to jump into
the pool before he came out so he could see how excited I was about this,
after having too much time to think about it.

He sat my soda beside my hand before going to the opposite side of the pool
to set his down.  He then took one piece of clothing off at a time,
starting with his shoes and socks.  His feet weren't all that long but they
were wide.  He finished unbuttoning his shirt after never buttoning up the
three buttons I explored him through in the park.  He then unfastened and
dropped the shorts, revealing a pair of bikini briefs that were barely able
to contain him.  He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and watched my
eyes fix there.

His expression didn't change and soon they were around his ankles and he
stepped out of them, standing up for my inspection.  There were plenty of
light blond pubes but it wasn't over done or cut down to some less than
masculine look.  I didn't like guys with too much hair, but no hair was a
real turnoff.  But when I think about it, Dart was really hairy below the
waist and Gordo had none to speak of, and I don't know which of them made
me hotter.  Each had something that drove me wild whenever I was near them.

Paul's cock almost hid his balls as it hung with the skin covering all but
the final quart of the head.  He stepped into the pool and was soon up to
his neck in it.  We sat way far apart and I didn't like being so far away
from him.

"Do you like it."

"Sure."

"I meant the pool."

"Shut up!  Yeah, that too."

"You really can't take a joke, you know.  I think we're making progress and
then you act like you don't like me again.  I'm almost afraid to suggest
any thing but soak and Coke."

"I like you fine," I said.  "I'm not use to making jokes about it.  I told
you I don't know anything about anything."

"It is a joke.  It isn't a big deal.  People take it way too seriously and
it shouldn't be that way.  You didn't seem to have any trouble figuring it
out with Dart."

"Paul!"

"Well, I said it wasn't a big deal."

"For me it isn't a big deal.  For you it is a very big deal."

"Oh, you noticed it.  I really didn't have much to do with it.  It just
grew there one summer while I was busy doing other things."

"Can we talk about something else?"  I asked.

"Sure.  How's school."

"Let go back to your dick.  School sucks.  I hate it."

Paul laughed but it didn't sound all that funny.  I felt weird being naked,
hard, and wanting him.  I wanted to but I wasn't about to do it.  I wasn't
sure why.  I wanted to and I could have and he would have gone along with
it but I didn't, and so we sat across from one another, staring, smiling,
not smiling, and sipping soda.  We'd run out of things to talk about.

It was almost a relief when Kenny and Danny showed up.  They came up the
back way and onto the porch.

"Hey, Paul, Z," Kenny said.  "This is Danny.  Danny, Z.  You know Paul way
too well."

"This is Z.  Cool!"

"Shut up and close your mouth," Kenny said.  "He's with Paul."

"Cool," Danny said, keeping his eyes on me and he was looking into the
water at where I sat.  I knew what he was looking at and I didn't like it.

"He's a bit immature but he's cool," Kenny said to me.  "Just don't let him
get you alone and you're safe."

"I'm not," Danny said, slapping Kenny's arm.

"You usually stay up the mall when dad ain't home," Paul said.

"Yeah, nothing going on up there.  I figured you'd bring him back here.
Can we soak too?"

"It's not my Jacuzzi," Paul said, noncommittal.

"I meant if you didn't have any objections, Paul."

"No objections, Kenny."

"We'll be back," Kenny advised, carrying his board into the house with
Danny right behind him.

Ten minutes later a naked Danny came back onto the porch from the kitchen.
His erection stood up at a forty-five degree angle.  It was very dark in
color, but I'd found one smaller than mine and for some reason it was
strangely reassuring.  His few pubes showed that he was in the midst of
maturing and I figured he'd probably end up with erectus giganticus, like
everyone else in El Cajon.

Maybe it was in the water or maybe everyone's parents bought them that shit
on the Internet that claims to make them huge?  Maybe this was where that
shit was tested and this was the result, but obviously Danny's results
weren't as impressive, not yet anyway.

"Danny I have a guest," Paul said in a scolding manner.  "I know it's hard
all the time but either get in or go take care of it."

"I did.  That's what took so long.  I can't help it."

"You could have waited until it was soft."

"When will that be?"  Danny asked quite seriously, and then there was an
evil smile on his face when he looked down at his too hard dick.

"Z's a nice guy and we don't have to let him know everything about us the
first day."

"About us.  We haven't done anything in a year.  Besides, Kenny told me
about him and the other guy.  I mean that was up at the mall.  Here we're
in private, so how embarrassed can he be?"

"Does everyone know about it," I asked.

"Z, you can't mess with Dart without it becoming public knowledge in El
Cajon.  I'd say most skaters know by now."

"Seems like.  I should have just advertised," I lamented.

"You did.  You went with Dart."

Kenny came out with a stripped towel draped over his forearm.  Except for
that he was naked.  His pubes were more golden and much less plentiful than
Paul's.  They almost matched the hair on Paul's head.  His cock was soft
this time but it still hid his balls behind the broad soft appendage that
barely reached the bottom of his nuts.  Paul's hung down the better part of
another inch but wasn't quite thick enough to totally hide his nuts.  Both
of them had skin that hid all but the final quarter of the cock head.

Kenny's body was way leaner than Paul's.  His posture had a bend in it.
His muscles were defined, but not to any depth.  His thighs had a certain
bulging that was consistent with his longer leaner look.  His stomach had
some of the lines that Paul's had, except there was only a trace of
definition while Paul's stomach was deeply marked with lines.

Their waistlines weren't all that different but almost everything else was,
except the feet, and Kenny's seemed every bit as broad but perhaps not
quite as long.  In some ways they were exactly the same and their
differences seemed consistent.  Paul and Kenny watched each other and paid
no attention to Danny or me.  Soon Kenny sat facing Danny and only the
rippling of waters broke the silence.

Someone's feet started to tangle with my feet and I looked into all the
faces but wasn't sure whose feet they were and then all our feet were
together and we were all searching the other faces to see if we could tell
whose feet were whose.  No one complained and no one got up or changed
positions.

I couldn't get up because I would have been way embarrassed.  I don't know
how anyone could not have been turned on in a situation like that, but I
didn't want to be the one to get up with a bone in my possession, most
especially if it was just my own.  I couldn't tell if any of them was
having the same difficulty as me.  I wasn't close enough to check without
everyone knowing what I was up to but it did cross my mind and if the pool
had only been a little smaller, I'd have had my hands full.

"We can go watch a movie," Danny said just to Kenny.

"We just watched one before we came out here."

"I know.  We can watch another one.  The one when they all line up to fuck
that guy.  I haven't seen that in awhile."

"Yeah, I've had enough of this," Kenny said, standing up and turning toward
me.

He was just tall enough for it to float just above the water.  I hadn't
seen it completely hard the first time and it was worth the wait.  He was
way thick and almost all of the head was visible to me as he hesitated in
front of me, until I looked up at his face.  He smiled approvingly and
stepped out of the pool while watching me watch.

It stood almost straight out and swung from side to side as he moved.  I
watched as he used the towel to dry himself, but he was careful not to
stand out of my view and he didn't let the towel get in the way of where I
looked.

Danny was right behind him and he stayed true to form, still being stiff.
He reminded me of Gordo because he didn't care what other people thought.
He was what he was and fuck everyone else.

"Were those your feet," Paul asked when we were alone.

"Yeah, some of them, anyway."

"I thought so."

"What movies?"

"Fuck flicks."

"Oh!" I said, thinking of the possibilities.

"We'll give them a little time and go watch them if you like that kind of
thing."

"Watch them?"

"Yeah, they always play movies when they fuck."

"They fuck?"

"Z, what do you think they do?  I told you Kenny has an appetite."

"I didn't think about it."

"Z?"

"Well I didn't think about those two fucking is what I meant.  Kenny's way
big."

"I'm longer by some.  He's wider, dick wise I mean, and that fucker really
swells up when he's ready to shoot.  That what you wanted to know?"

"I guess.  I'm not used to being so open about it, Paul."

"I'm not used to pretending I'm innocent.  I'll work on it.  In the mean
time if you want to see him in action, it's worth the viewing.  My brother
is an animal when it comes to sex."

"An animal?"

"He puts his heart into it, not to mention his dick."

"They let you watch?"

"When those two go at it, they don't notice little things like a crack in
the door.  I mean I use to watch before I started getting my own.  I just
thought you might like to see what they do since you couldn't stop looking
at their dicks."

"I wouldn't mind seeing, but not if you don't want to.  Danny's young."

"Danny's horny.  I think that's the only requirement when you're a
teenager.  Kenny's that way."

"I guess I want to watch then," I said.

Paul had seemed a bit apprehensive about me being around Kenny and now he
wanted to take me to watch him in action.  I wasn't sure what that was
about but when he stood up out of the pool, I was ready to follow him
anywhere.

 I put my hand on the very top of his well rounded ass as we went into the
house through the kitchen door.  He looked back at me and finally smiled a
big smile.  He had a beautiful ass and I couldn't wait for us to get where
we were going, so I could explore it.  I was already getting too hot for
comfort by the time we stopped beside the closed door.

"I can only crack it, so we'll need to take turns," Paul said, turning
enough so he could look at me as he held the handle of the door.

My eyes immediately went to where they would do me the most good.  As I
stood there with my fingers feeling his ass, his pale cock was sliding over
my thigh and the skin had backed off of what had become a pale plump pink
head.  As if by design, our bodies rubbed together ever so lightly and a
clear liquid smear from the very tip of him onto my much darker balls.

We both watched my cock twitching from the excitement of what was
happening.  He leaned closer and our lips brushed together as his cock slid
up against mine and he slid his arms around me.

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