Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 12:21:37 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: In Skater's Time 7

In Skater's Time

Chapter 7
Clandestine Skaters

	Waking up in bliss was something that had never happened to me
before.  I didn't know where I was and then when I realized where I was, I
was already beyond the point of no return, and all I could do was go with
the ride Gordo had me on as I watch him finish what he had started without
me.

	The first time he did that to me it was a total surprise and it
left me breathless.  This time was even better because when I woke up I was
right on the edge, and then I fell off.  How he could so easily handle me
left me envious because at best I could only do half of Dart's and that was
with him doing all he could do to feed me more with some caution being
involved.  He wouldn't give it up until it was over and I was helplessly
left struggling for air.  He jumped right up and started to get dressed in
spite of my efforts to get him to stay with me long enough for me to take
him to where he had so skillfully taken me.

	He was tying his shoes before I gave up the idea of giving as good
as I got.  It left me feeling like there was something wrong with me.  As
much as I liked Gordo he only seemed to go one way when he went with me.
He bought me food, carried me around with him, and satisfied me but he
didn't let me do anything for him, especially the one thing I really wanted
to do.  I didn't know why we couldn't share everything but he would have
none of it and wouldn't even talk about why it was okay for him but not for
me.

	It didn't take long before we were saying goodbye.  At least he
told me he was moving on this time.  I became conflicted about my feelings
for Gordo.  What he did for me was amazing but there had to be a flip side
to that coin for it to work for me.  We'd need to work it out if we were
going to hang together.  I couldn't wait to see him again.

	I was intermittently delighted and depressed during the day.  I'd
never had to think about where I stood with my friends before.  We'd always
been friends and I just knew where I stood.  Of course not only was I
making all new friends, but there was something in play I had no experience
with and didn't know how to evaluate what my role should be.

	I was actually home when my parents got home and stayed for dinner
but made an excuse to go out.  Phoenix was relatively low key and little
went on around our neighborhood.  My parents had always trusted me to come
in at a responsible time and not to stray too far.  I never did and was
always dependable because there had never been a reason not to be.  I only
had one more year of high school left and I guess that gave them even more
reason to let up on me.  They encouraged me to make friends and to explore
my new environment and I took advantage of it.

	Of course I ended up heading for the mall once I put the garbage
out.  I thought about the last few days of my life and wondered what new
mischief I might be able to slip up on tonight.  Maybe Dart would be
around.  I wanted to work on getting to know someone better than I'd ever
known anyone.  Dart was right up there on my list.  There was something
daring and exciting about being with him and I liked that feeling.  I liked
him but I had the feeling a lot of people found him every bit as tempting
as I did.

	When I came around the corner of the parking lot at the back of the
mall, the bodies were strewn on the lawn under penetrating overhead lights.
It didn't take long to identify Ace and Freebee but there was no Dart.  I
had seen and knew the name of one other boy, Coop.  He was a rangy kid with
rusty blond hair and an abundance of freckles.  One of his front teeth was
missing and he had relatively large ears but none of this distracted from
the radiance he possessed.  Even when being insulted by his buddies he
never lost his good cheer and seemed to take it all in stride, often giving
as good as he got.

	The two other guys didn't look familiar but they were typical.  The
boys all formed a star all facing the middle and it looked as though they
were plotting some dastardly deed.  Only Freebee acknowledged my arrival,
looking up with his blue eyes, even nodding when they met mine but going
back to his friends.  I sat on the curb as soon as I could see no way to
penetrate the circle.

	The perpetual outside, I thought, and no room was made and except
for a couple of casual glances, my presence went unnoticed.

	They were all lying on their stomachs with their in-lines were all
bent up in the air behind them.  Typically when I sat around being ignored
I did a Spandex check, keeping track of each boys holdings, especially when
there were new boys to be found out, but even that was impossible with this
new posture that they'd assumed.  It discouraged that kind of covert
investigation.

	The butt check wasn't nearly as fulfilling but butt checks would
have to do with Freebee and Coop having equally pretty presentations.  I
thought, they would tie for second best all-around bodies, after the Dart,
all things considered, but Coop had an edge on the flip side of their
Spandex, leaving an excellent impression with more wide than long term
potential.  Freebee was hardly defined, not that he needed any more to draw
flies to his honey.



	I wasn't surprised that neither Gordo nor Dart was there.  They
always had fish to fry elsewhere.  I considered myself lucky whenever I ran
into either of them.  I wasn't sure I was going to stay once the circle
failed to yield up any room for me.  Ace did glance at me once and one of
the new guys glanced back over his shoulder at me, but no consideration was
given.

	I spun the wheels of my board randomly as I thought of wandering
into the mall to see what I could see, maybe Gordo, but he always ignored
me in the mall.  I wasn't good at being ignored by someone I craved.  Just
when I was starting to get up and go my get up and go got lost when I
caught sight of a tall dude with wild looking hair coming around the corner
of the mall.

	My smile gave me away if anyone cared enough to look.

	I watched him gliding easily across the asphalt toward me and it
was only then that the thought hit me, the night before he had been feeding
me his pride and joy, which I had eagerly consumed for him.  What would he
think of me?  What had he said to his buddies?  What would he say to me?
He knew the secret I had kept for as long as I could remember.  Now we were
coming face to face for the first time since we'd explored my lust for his
loaded linguini.  The fear had me wanting to escape before we came face to
face.  That would really leave the boys talking about what might be wrong
with that new kid.

	Dart spotted me the last thirty yards and we just looked at each
other as he skated.  His face gave me nothing to go on.  It was my moment
of truth.  Would what I had done come back to haunt me?  I couldn't tell
what he was thinking.  I hoped he couldn't tell what I was thinking but I
started feeling dirty again when I remembered what we had done.

	I'd finally done what I'd dreamed of doing to boys for as long as I
could remember dreaming and it had been every bit as good and better in so
many ways I couldn't calculate them all, but now came the fallout.  I had
given no consideration to that while he was encouraging me to cozy up to
his magnificent middle.  Instructing me every inch of the way so I would
take tender loving care with the Dart torpedo.  He put up with my terrible
technique, holding my face carefully so he could ease me off after a
particularly worrisome bite.  He put up and then he shut up until he gave
it up and he had never had a more willing student than me.  I pictured
myself between his legs and cringed as he got to me.

	"Hey, dude!  I was hoping to see you up here," he said, coming to
an abrupt stop directly in front of me before plopping down beside me with
a smile as big as his... personality.  "I been thinking about last night.
It was outrageous, huh?  Glad we got to talk, you know."

	I know I glowed once he got all the words out.

"Yeah, outrageous," I said as he ignored everyone but me.  "We had a good
conversation all right.  It's hard getting to know guys aroun d here."

	"Yeah, it's hard all right."

	"I can't go off tonight.  I told my parents I'd be home early," I
lied for what reason I don't know.  I did want to go off.  Right that
second I'd have done him in the middle of Ace's circle if he asked me.

	"That's cool.  I'm just glad to see you're still around.  I didn't
know how often you came up or anything.  I usually hang near Santee at
nights.  I'd give you my phone number only... she really hates guys calling
me."

	"Oh, that's cool," I said.  "I know you have a girlfriend.  You got
to keep her happy and all."

	"Yeah, but she knows I get around.  It just runs smoother if I
don't have you calling, you know."

	"I could give you my number," I offered, thinking he was making
small talk to explain why we couldn't see each other very often.

	"You would?  Great dude!  I don't have anything to write on.  I'll
get it later.  Your parents around a lot."

	"Only on weekends."

	"Too perfect!  My girlfriend is usually home weekends."

	We spoke softly, intimately, once we'd said what needed to be said
for the other boys to har.  I could hear them talking behind us and they'd
need to listen pretty close to hear anything we said, but we didn't say all
that much.  I was a new kid wanting to get to know the locals.  That was no
crime.  They all knew my story by now but Dart knew my heart.  I was glad
it hadn't soured him on me.  In fact he seemed glad to see me and that was
relief because I didn't know how it was supposed to go after the deed was
done.

	"You okay?" He asked.  "I felt a little guilty leaving you last
night.  I never know what to say after, you know.  Thank you sounds so
stupid, you know, and well, I get nervous about what guys expect once
they... you know."

	"I'm fine.  It was perfect.  I'm not too sure how it goes anyway.
I mean I had a good time but I don't have anything to measure it against."

	"Oh, you measure?  How did I do?"

	"I didn't mean that.  I mean you did great."

	"I know we rushed things but you're different from most dudes
around here.  Besides, Gordo had told me what you wanted to do.  I hate
wasting time once I know that's coming.  Most guys are just there and they
like doing things I like getting done, but you're neater, you know.  I mean
I really got off."

	"Yeah, you sure did.  I can still taste it.  Never tasted any
before."

	"Really!  I was okay then?  Some guys don't eat it.  You got to
break your concentration and finish yourself.  I was worried you'd be
pissed because you didn't say not to and I could ah asked."

	"It was great."

	"I mean you got a set of choppers on you but toward the last, it
was even better that way, you know, with your teeth biting me.  I never
said that before... but it was awesome.  I just couldn't stop you.  I
thought maybe I could go another minute or two.  I was hoping," he said,
looking over his shoulder to see if anyone might be listening to the
confession.

	His leg pressed against mine and his eyes came back to stay on me.
It was good to see he was concerned as well as interested and he wanted to
talk about it too.  I loved the words and what I felt while we were
reliving the night before.  Each image came back to me in vivid detail and
now I knew he wasn't just using me to get off, not that I cared.  All I
wanted was him the night before, anyway he wanted me to have him was fine.
This was better.

	"I can't imagine it getting any better."

	I gave my own confession but he took it different than I expected.

	"Oh, dude... we haven't been surfing yet.  You do still want to go
with me, right?"  He sounded like he thought I might change my mind.

	"Yes!  I want to learn how to surf.  I want you to teach me
everything you know."

	"That too," Dart said, smiling easily at me, like there was
something between us.  "I'll teach you."

	"You going to just ignore us," Ace growled loudly.  "You two an
item or something?"

	"Nah, I was just giving the kid the lowdown on Santee.  He's new,
you know.  Wants to learn to surf.  See the Pacific.  He's a neat guy you
give him a chance."

	The words warmed me but I didn't care if I ever got to know Ace.
If Dart was a walking welcome sign Ace was a flashing yellow caution sign.

	"Yeah, well, he'll find it by turning right at the highway.  Come
on over here.  Talk to us and leave that little boy alone," Ace ordered.

	Dart pushed himself up onto his skates.  I figured I was once again
cut out but then he reached down for my hand and he pulled me up to my
feet.

	"Come on.  Got to get your feet wet sooner or later.  They don't
bite.  Not in a bad way anyhow.  You know how that is."

	I lay very close beside him.  We were all on our bellies looking
into the imaginary center of our world.  Everyone had in-lines but me.
Most were dangling up in the air, swaying slightly behind each boy.  It was
an odd collection of light and dark, thin and thick, tall and not so tall.
I just listened to the conversation and didn't have anything to say.  My
thigh and Dart's thigh touched the entire length of both of them.  I felt
like I was with him and it was a good feeling.

	I thought of Gordo and what he had done for me that afternoon.  I
really liked him and what he had done.  Now, I needed to put it together,
what I did for Dart and what Gordo did for me.  I was only getting half of
each of them and I needed more.  My own thoughts took me away from their
chat until they focused on someone walking toward us.

	"Here comes your boyfriend, Freebee," Coop droned, lifting up on
his elbows.  "That boy wants to blow you."

	"Cut it out.  I don't know him."

	"He sits on those steps and stares at you every time you're here.
He's too pretty to be a boy, Free.  I'd fuck him," Coop confessed as the
two boys I hadn't seen before both stared at him after he said it.  "If he
wasn't a boy, that is."

	"You'd fuck anyone that slowed down for long enough," Ace said
sarcastically.

	"There is that," Coop said, blushing from the revelation but not
protesting its veracity.

	"Here really a queer boy, Coop.  You usually make it a point to
know."

	"Hear tell he was run out of St. Anthony's after getting caught
with some of the boys."

	"He queer for Freebee?"

	"No doubt," Coop laughed.  "Everybody's queer for Freebee."

	"I can't help he stares at me," Freebee defended.  "Boys a major
fag."

	"We could all be getting some good out of that little detail," Ace
said.  "Mine is about ready for something new.  Anybody else need a polish
job tonight?"

	"Yeah," Coop said, agreeably.  "My dicks been hard all day."

	"Go see if you can get him to go down in the tube with you,
Freebee," Ace ordered.  "Mention you have some friends who want to meet
him."

	"Come on, Ace.  He's a flaming fruit.  Don't make me.  I don't like
guys like that."

	"Be gentle.  You get him down there and we'll happen upon you just
about the time he's... join you for the main event," Ace said.  "I know how
you like company."

	"Just remember this isn't my idea," Freebee complained.

	His name was Bruce and he wore white dressy shorts and a baby blue
Polo shirt.  He had fine blond hair and pale white skin.  His eyes were big
and blue but not at all like Freebee's big blue eyes.  Bruce had no shape
to him that was immediately apparent.  He was my size with no sign of
musculature at all.  He seemed round without being at all fat.  Nothing
separated one part of his body from another.  He was immediately staring at
Freebee as he stood looking at the circle from the outside.  Half of us
looked back.  I thought I knew something about what he felt.

	He looked away as quick as he saw us looking at him and he walked
over to the stairs that ran up to a small brick outbuilding where the
groundkeeper kept his tools.  He sat in the middle of the stairs and looked
toward us.  Ace made small talk with Freebee and a couple of the other boys
and they all kept glancing at the outsider.

	All the talk was about hard dicks and the possibility of getting
one or more sucked before he lost interest or his jaws got tired.  It was a
conversation that made me very nervous.

	I had no interest in this kid.  He had nothing I wanted.  Dart had
nothing to say but he kept his leg pressed against mine.  If I wouldn't go
off with him would he go along with the crowd?  I felt like he was with me
just then but what happened when everyone went to get theirs.

	After what they agreed was an appropriate length of time, Freebee
got up and reluctantly skated toward Bruce.  He looked back at us seeming
to want a reprieve but it never came.  There was some chat and then Freebee
sat down on the same stair with Bruce.  He sat close to him and I could see
Freebee's smooth tanned and lovely thigh pressed against the boy's pale
version.

	He kept staring at Freebee as Freebee talked to him.  Bruce glanced
at us one time as Freebee went on.  We were all watching them and he
quickly looked away.  Was Freebee setting things up or was Bruce just
curious?

	I imagined the conversation, "How'd you like to be going a round or
two with me and my buddies over there?  Only a half-dozen of my most
intimate friends, you see.  You'll just love them.  They sure will love you
as long as it takes.  You can polish us all off in no time and be on your
way."

	How does someone set something like that up?  As repulsive as I
knew it should be, it still excited me.  Either side of this equation
suited me fine.  On one side I could watch as they each got what they
deserved without Spandex being in the way of seeing exactly what they had.
On the other hand I could give it to them myself and cut out the middleman
while getting a real close up view of the secrets the Spandex held.

	A few weeks ago I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this and
now everyone I met seemed to be in on the quest for satisfaction.  Each day
I was in California there was more information about what was on my mind
most of the time for years.  It was something like I imagined going into a
time warp might be about.

	Much to my surprise Bruce walked casually beside Freebee as they
were moving toward the tube at the far end of the parking lot.  Mostly
Freebee talked and Bruce walked as we all watched.  On his in-lines Freebee
was almost a foot taller but no wider anywhere.  The boy seemed anxious and
he ran into Freebee when he looked back at us once as Freebee continued to
explain the rules of the road.  There was no doubt from the look on his
face that Bruce was checking us out.

	I could detect no concern on Bruce's face during his survey.  He
looked just long enough to count us and think about the possibilities.  I
wondered how much he knew and just what Freebee had told him to get him to
go down there with him, when he knew we were watching and knew what they
were going down there for.  He obviously knew we figured into the equation
somehow.  That was written on his face but it didn't seem to slow him down
at all, and soon they went out of view.

	"Anybody doubt Freebee is getting his right now?" Ace asked after a
few minutes of silence.

	"Shit!  I want to get mine," Coop said, rolling onto his back and
feeling the lump in his royal blue Spandex before lifting the waist band
like he was checking to make sure it was still there and in good working
order.  "That boy's mouth gets me hard every time.  I can't believe he went
down there."

	"I can.  Freebee's hard to deny," Ace said.  "I could use a little
something until the old lady gets home tonight.  Anybody for Chess?"

	Ace stood and faced us as he reached into his Spandex to rearrange
the bulge.  It laid low in the front of the material, running almost
entirely across his right thigh, obscenely marking his place in his pants
as we stared.

	Its impression made an impression on me all right.  I kept my eye
on it until he turned toward the tube and eased forward on his skates.  It
made my entire body warm seeing the size of the thing and everyone else was
watching him too, so for once I didn't stop looking.

	"Stay here with me," Dart whispered, turning his face toward my ear
as he spoke.  I could feel the warmth in his words as his breath cascaded
on the side of my face.

	Coop stood as Ace glided away.  He now filled his Spandex in a new
and exciting way.  He used his hand to push it down into out of the way
places.  It took up way more room laterally than I would have expected from
looking at the rest of gangly thin youth but it merely ran half as far as
Ace's and hardly reached his thin thigh.  It looked almost as fat as his
thigh, I thought, giggling giddily at the thought.

	The other two stood in tandem as Coop skated away, blocking any
evaluation of them.  They were both wearing the mandatory black Spandex
shorts and tight fitting Spandex tops with too long sleeves for that
weather.  They whispered to each other and I waited for them to break into
a mad dash, racing one another to the tube, but instead they never closed
the distance between them and Coop, rolling without skating most of the
way.

	Ace was already stepping over the curb and onto the lawn that
bordered where the tube had been dug out of the earth.  A single high
intensity light stood silent sentinel there and was responsible for the
rear of the parking lot all on its own.  I suspected only drug dealers
dealing and horny skater boys trespassed there looking to take the edge off
of an otherwise boring day.

	As dark closed in and the tall light took over the lighting chores
completely, Bruce had come to temper the longing lust of youths who were
gathered together there looking to put purpose back into their lives.  It
wouldn't be the only time he dropped by to oblige us once the ice had been
broken, although I would only stand as keen observer to the service he
provided.

	That first night it disturbed me, not knowing there were boys who
had insatiable desire for the athletic bodies of his horny peers.  He was
such a clean nice looking boy.  Who would figure his game was numbers.
Later I would think it was possible to fall in love with love sufficiently
that you couldn't love just one and so you loved them all.

	Bruce was in that category. He had been a good Catholic boy who had
become better.  The upperclassman at his school having taken him under
their wings and covers, giving him instruction they were sure he'd be
getting some where else down the roda anyway.  He went from sissy boy to
prized gopher who tended their each and every need.

	They fed him on fine cuts of lusty sirloin and on bended knee in
their rooms late at night they taught him to pray for salvation.  In the
end he got caught praying too loudly too often.  His concerned Catholic
educators thought it best that their good boys no longer be exposed to his
desire after the older boys confessed that he was always making overtures
to the boys in the band.

	This had become too intoxicating for Bruce to ignore and he had
come to the tube to attract the boys that might be the answer to his most
recent prayers.  We would get him through until school started and he
became well known.  Of course I knew none of that the first time I saw
Bruce so I worried that he'd get in over his head or mine.


So Bruce came to us not only well bred but well trained and at sixteen he'd
broken free of the constraints of his religious education and now he wanted
to share what he'd learned.  He'd be in my Chemistry Class and my Study
Hall, but he was dangerous to know, because everyone knew about Bruce.  He
simply was unable to lie and made no effort to do so, finding that a more
advantages to his position in public school.

	These truths would become self-evident, and, through him, for the
first time I realized men weren't really created equal at all.  Especially
when you were perceived to be a cocksucker.  And if nothing else Bruce was
that.  The only reason I wasn't was because I could pass and I was grateful
for the distinction and I'd never let Bruce know I was like him in ways I
didn't care to reveal.

	He took the heat off us quiet queers and I did have a quiet
admiration for him because he was honest about who he was and I was too
scared to be.  I shared some smiles and even talked to him when I thought
it was safe but he never held it against me and always treated me fine.

	I was left feeling guilty for all the above but not so guilty I
wanted to tell everyone I liked cock.  I would tell few what I wanted to
do.  Right then, I wanted to pretend I wouldn't go down into the tube to
service the troops.  There didn't seem to be a graceful way to do that to
five guys without one or more of them mentioning it later.

	I thought doing it would make one appear selfish or greedy.  I was
neither, about most things anyway.  That doesn't mean I wasn't jealous of
Bruce's ability to do what I wouldn't dare do.  In some ways he was very
brave or very horny, but it comes out the same way in the end once you get
on your knees in the tube with the guys.

	Neither did I find the idea of what he was doing all that
repulsive, except maybe for Ace.  I didn't know him but I didn't know
Freebee or Coop any better and yet the idea of going with them was already
winding its way through my head.  Had it not been for Gordo and Dart, I
could find myself desperate enough to go with one boy and then his friends,
because I was new and didn't know any better.  Then it would be guilt and
shame and the knowledge that I'd see these guys everywhere I went and that
would finally stop me from any thought of going there.

	Even the thought of Dart knowing where I put my mouth made me
queasy.  Queasy in several areas at the same time, not the least of which
was the hope that I'd be doing it again, soon, and often.  Then there was
the fear that he'd get done with me and spread the word, "For a good time
see Z," I imagined scrawled on each and every bathroom wall in Southern
California.

	At home it was June and they even jotted down her phone number for
convenience.  It was every where I went to pee in Phoenix, marked in bold
black magic marker that dominated each bathroom wall as I went in.  What
had she done to deserve this rudeness?  What would make a guy do that to
another human being?  Was there not enough misery in the world yet?  Why do
we hate those who don't love us right or long enough?

	Regardless, it was one of the things that kept the announcement of
my engagement to boys off the table.  Fear stopped me from delving deeper
into the hidden world of lust.  Back home I lived for the occasional story
that my friends told about how close they had come, but none of them ever
mentioned June.  If it had been Bob or Mike whose name was written on the
bathroom walls I might have dialed the number to let them know I felt for
them.  I wondered if any of my friends had tried to contact June.

	What if it was my name?

	While I watched our disappearing band, Dart looped his leg over
mine.  He put his arm over my shoulder and nestled his face in next to
mine.  I was already on fire with the possibilities.

	"Glad they left.  I didn't think I'd see you tonight.  Glad I did.
My dick gets hard every time I think about last night."

	"Yeah, me too.  What do you suppose they're doing?" I asked him and
it sounded as bad to me now as it must have sounded to him back then.

	Gee, Dart, I thought to myself, you're really quite nice you know,
but you just can't compete with half a dozen guys down there wagging their
weenie's while getting them washed, and no self respecting queer is going
to miss a show like that.  Nothing personal you understand.  I like your
dick just fine and all.

	"I forgot.  You're new to all this.  Of course this would excite
you.  I was just thinking of being alone with you.  Come on.  We'll go
watch them.  I imagine they aren't doing anything that can't be done with
Bruce on his knees."

	"He's blowing them?"

	"That would be my guess," Dart said, rolling onto his back so the
torpedo was in easy viewing range.

	"Why didn't you go.  You want it too!"

	"I wanted to be with you for awhile.  My girl'll be home early
tonight.  We'll fuck all night.  Probably better if I don't shoot off a
round up here anyway.  That don't mean I'm not tempted.  Never can tell if
she has to work late and you being here, well, it's on my mind a lot."

	"But if I wasn't here you'd be down there?"

	"No doubt.  Ace would drag me kicking and screaming.  He likes
watching guys eat other guys."

	"Yeah, I can understand.  I want to see what they're doing too."

	"I keep forgetting you came from Phoenix," Dart said, standing
immediately.  "Come on.  I don't mind watching."

	He took the time to rearrange himself as my eyes followed his hand
into his pants.  He smiled at me.  He was already ready for whatever came
his way.  He squeezed himself gently and pushed at his hand.  I swallowed
hard while watching him entice me.

	We stepped up over the curb at the far end of the lot and joined
Coop and the Spandex twins as they leaned forward to peer down into the
tube.  I stood beside Coop and Dart stood directly behind me, putting his
hands on my shoulder as he had done the night before, only I was facing him
then.  I could feel him up against me in the rear and that was neat.

	"Fuck!" Coop said, seeming to be in pain.  "He's doing both of them
now. Oh man!"

	When I glanced down at some motion in front of Coop, he had his
Spandex looped under his smooth white balls as his erect cock stood out of
an unruly bush of rusty hair.  His fat white dick with a shinny pink tip
had copper highlights making it a rainbow of excitement.  His fingers
delicately felt his colorful flesh.  There were two ugly fat jagged veins
that ran in different lengths up the side closest to me.  He used his hand
to skin it up and then down in his slow motion admiration for himself.

	When he noticed my eyes on it, he turned to give me a better view.
He stopped long enough to squeeze it so the head swelled and turned a dark
color beyond any pink I knew about.  He made sure I was watching its many
changes.  I would have had to touch it right then if so many guys weren't
staring at Coop's hardware along with me.  He leaned his shoulder into me
as he stroked himself up and left me feeling light headed.  I was sure he
had just made a footnote about the new kid who liked staring at his dick,
but as quick as he was to perform for us, it was that quick that his
attention went back into the boys in the tube.

	The white shorts that Bruce had worn into the tube were now tossed
down behind where he squatted in front of Ace, doing all he could do to
accommodate all that he had while Freebee stood next to them but near
Bruce's face.

	All our eyes became focused on the activity and first Coop and then
the Spandex twins moved to where the action was, leaving Dart with his
hands on my shoulders and me leaning back against him, when I wasn't
leaning out over the tube to keep track of who was putting what where.

	As my lust took over from my brain I found myself airborne about to
make a nosedive into the hole.  Dart snatched me back from disaster and he
shoved his hand in my pocket to anchor us together, since he didn't need to
learn nearly as far to see what was going on.

	Having a boy's hand shoved in my pocket was pretty damn interesting
when you consider that I was standing at attention while observing the
sights and Dart's hand did not flag from its duty.

	I was almost immediately more interested in Dart than I was in the
distant doings.  I leaned back hard against him and felt for the front of
his Spandex but he too knew how to dip the elastic material under his low
hangers and we were nuts standing there doing what we were doing but I
needed something to hang onto to feel safe.

	His face pressed into mine and his hand kept me alert as mine kept
a grip on things, although I had little or no grip on myself.  I got my
head turned so that our cheeks met at our mouths and he seemed reluctant to
let his lips meet mine, but inevitably they had no choice as we were both
snorting and panting because the night air suddenly became rare indeed.  I
lost my head and contact with reality.  If he'd just slipped his hand from
my pocket I'd have flown away or fallen ass over tin cups into that
concrete hole.  He didn't.  I didn't

	Later I thought that I had to be crazy to do what we did in plain
view of anyone that might have come up, not to mention the boys in the
tube.  As our lips did a dance I felt him let loose and I watched the thick
white goo arch it's way into the air and then collide with the concrete six
feet below.  There were three distinct long shots that came from the Dart
Torpedo as he turned my head up from the action so he could get his mouth
back on mine.

	I felt the warm ooze running down my fingers as his tongue filled
my mouth.  We were both moaning out our enchantment with this union.  I had
never experienced anything that set me on fire like he'd just done.
Everything I did seemed to escalate the reward into new territory, being
better, further, faster, while giving me a desire to know everything it was
possible to learn.

	"I got to go," Dart whispered in my ear, flipping up his Spandex,
trapping my hand inside.  "I'm way late now and I've got to regroup before
she expects hers.  That was totally crazy.  I loved it."

	Next thing I knew he was skating away from me again.  That must be
a California thing too.

	"He's a handful," Coop said, standing below me and looking up as my
eyes were lost on Dart.

	He reached for my hand when I looked down and he used it to pull
himself up out of the hole.  He was naked except for his socks and the
T-shirt he'd flipped up and behind his neck.

	"Sorry about that.  I don't have anything to wipe it on.  He
wouldn't eat it," Coop said, looking into his hand at his cum.  "I shot way
quick."

	Coop had his Spandex in his other hand and sat down on the lawn to
pull it on.

	"How long were you standing there?" I asked, worried.

	"I don't kiss.  I'll do almost anything else," he announced
casually as he grabbed his skates.  "That's if you're interested.  You
looked interested before I shot my load.  If so we'll see each other
around.  Oh, yeah, I didn't see nothin' I could tell my momma about."

	An easy smile came with these words and I knew there was a message
in there.

	Coop followed in Dart's skate tracks and I had lost interest and
didn't really care to let anyone else see me watching their fun and games.
There was a lot to think about.  Mostly it was about my feelings and the
degree of excitement I got from being around these boys.  I knew what I was
thinking wasn't safe and I needed to have a plan before I got in over my
head.

	I steered my board toward home.  Trying to avoid stopping before I
got there but finding it hard to ignore what had so lustily grown up in my
shorts.


				*****


	I knew it was getting late and I wanted to go back, still wanting
to know more but not wanting any of them to know I wanted to see more.  I
figured out it had been the single most exciting evening in my life.  That
topped an equally interesting day.  The sights and sounds came back to me
as I skated slowly toward home.

	Not far after I left Grossmont the blue and red lights of the
Sheriff's cruiser stopped me in my tracks.

	I hadn't done anything.  Well, on second thought, I might have done
a little something the law could persecute me for.

	"I wasn't doing anything," I protested, opening the door once the
Sheriff sat looking at me through the passenger window.

	"Guilty conscience, son?"

	Everything I had done that evening ran through my mind.  Did
someone bust me?  Had he been watching us?  I didn't do anything, not all
much anyway.  Hold a guy's dick.  Help him out a little.  Helped myself out
a lot.  Nothing anyone knew about but me and Dart and Lord knows how much
Coop saw.  This guy couldn't have anything but a guess.  There were no cars
near the tube all evening and I was right behind Dart and Coop after they
left.  There was no time for anyone to tell anyone anything.

	"No, I wasn't doing anything.  I wasn't even skating fast.  Okay,
what did I do?"

	"Get in," the deep gruff voice ordered.

	"But I didn't do anything?" I protested, with the same noise I'd
heard people making on the TV show Cops and everyone knew all of them were
guilty as hell.

	"Get in, Z!" The voice ordered again.

	I stared at the huge blond figure sitting in the shadows.  It
became better lighted by three passing cars going the opposite way.

	"Brian?  You're a cop!  You can't be a cop.  You are a cop."

	The uniform was unmistakable even if the car hadn't been.  All the
possibilities ran through my brain.  Why did he want me to get into the
car?  I hadn't done anything that he could prove.  The evidence was all
dried up by now.  I was sure he couldn't know anything about what I'd done.
I wasn't getting in.  No way!  I knew what the old guys expected from Gordo
and that wasn't going to happen even if he was the chief of police.

	"No!" I said firmly, slamming the door.  Just as quickly his door
opened and he stood and stood and kept standing until both of his feet were
on the ground and he leaned half way across the roof and I was sure his
arms were long enough to grab me.

"You going to get in or do I call for backup?"

"Why?  I didn't do anything.  I know the law."

	"Let's see how much you know.  Do you know the one about being more
than three years older than an underage sexual partner even when you're
underage?  That's a misdemeanor in the state of California.  You aren't in
Arizona any more, Z.  Gordo's thirteen and I know how he lives.  Do the
math, son.  You got to be at least seventeen?"

	"What?" I howled.  "I never did nothing to Gordo!  What kind of
weirdo are you?" I said, stretching the truth while I was sure I was
breaking more laws if the one he said was true.

	"Get in," was his answer to that.


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