Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2017 00:22:11 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "Hayden the Skater Gets with His Dad" - Part 3 Hayden the Skater Gets with His Dad Part 3 As Hayden drifted off to sleep, his cute longhaired head resting on Dane's broad, tanned chest, Dane slowly stroking the long, dark blonde locks of his 15 year-old son and now his lover, the still youngish skater dude reflected on how he had wound up in this situation. His worried mind flashed back to those days, not so long ago it seemed, when he had been a dumb-as-shit emo skateboard kid, cocky as hell, who thought he could prove to the ladies that he was a man, and yeah, he had wound up having to be a man all right, but not in the way his na•ve brain ever could have conceived... 15 1/2 years earlier... Dane came through the door of his room late that night, trembling, feeling sick to the core. No, this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling after losing his virginity to a hot chick. He dropped his treasured skateboard to the floor, not really caring to be delicate with it at this moment, and he paced the room, nervously brushing back his nearly shoulder-length dyed jet-black hair. Suddenly he felt his dinner coming up, and he rushed to the bathroom, puking his guts out into the toilet, hoping his Mom and Dad wouldn't hear and come asking questions he didn't care to answer. Why did he feel so sick? He kept asking himself. Was he just some little boy after all who couldn't handle some real fucking? But it had felt so awesome in the act, as he drilled hot Katy DeMarzo like a rabbit, her moaning driving him wild as he gave it to her good, finally dumping his load inside her. Manhood accomplished, he had thought. And although Katy had told him he'd been great, and she'd never felt so good, Dane was feeling a big wave of negative energy overwhelm him, not even knowing what it meant. He slipped back into his black skinny jeans and his Fall Out Boy T-shirt, his black nail-polished slim hands pushing back the black bangs away from his large, blue eyes. He didn't want Katy to look at him right now, his eyes reflecting boyish angst and not manly triumph. He and Katy got along great when they all skated together down at the park, and every dude at school thought she was hot, looking more 16 than just barely 14, and Dane had often bragged about scoring with her. The other dudes in his group had laughed, saying "Yeah, right!" virtually challenging young Dane to prove himself. Dane knew he had the looks, and he heard the whispers from a lot of girls about how cute he was, so he didn't think it would be a big deal to win Katy over. He'd been right. Katy had wanted him, had wanted to feel up his still-growing six-inch cock, and he thought maybe a blowjob would be as far as they would go, but hormones pretty much controlled young Dane, and he had gone with the flow, taking Katy's virginity and losing his at the same time. The embarrassment following the deed, though, that had been totally unexpected. Confused, Dane had mumbled some excuse that he had to get home before his parents caught him, and he had skated away from the bewildered girl's house as fast as he could. Dude, what the hell's wrong with you? Dane kept admonishing himself. But a nasty part of him at the back of his brain told him the answer: He wasn't really as much into girls as he cockily bragged. No, man, no, the emo kid whimpered, it just couldn't be true! He'd fucked little Katy real good, and enjoyed it. But although it was true he'd done the act he promised his friends at school he would, to say he had enjoyed it would be a lie. No, if he truly was honest with himself, Dane knew the girl's soft hips and developing boobs didn't turn him on; in fact, the more he visualized them, the more gross they seemed to him, and he couldn't believe he actually had plunged his cock into her slit. So what did turn him on? The answer stunned him; he'd been in denial all this time, but as he replayed the event in his mind, he knew he hadn't been thinking of Katy at all as he did her. In order to seal the deal, in fact, he had had to envision her as one of the cool skater buddies he hung with, maybe Jayden, whose floppy blonde hair hung in some pretty green eyes. Pretty? Did he think of a guy as pretty? Yeah, he thought it probably was Jayden he'd been thinking of, and he'd imagined Katy's deep gash had been the inside of the boy's pert butt, though he was sure it could in no way compare. Dane groaned to himself as the traumatic truth sunk in. Dude, you're a fag, nothing but a freaking fag, he told himself. Just like the jocks who taunted all emos at school had said, chanting the word behind his back daily. Just because Dane was sensitive, and poetic and sweet to everyone he met, unlike those stupid Neanderthal jocks. Besides, Dane was just as strong and athletic as they were, skating constantly and surfing on the weekends. He was no weak pansy. But yeah, he now realized he always had thought of guys, whether the surfers on the beach, with their strong, ripped, tanned chests, or the skaters he hung with, their toned, hairless calves flexing as they performed ollies, these were the images in his brain when he beat off in his room every night, not girls and their fleshy, vomit-inducing boobs. And in his anger at who he was, he had tried to convince himself and everyone else that he was a studly ladies man. Yeah, that's why he had thrown up tonight, he realized, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to not be who he was, a little fag. He leaned against the toilet, crying, just like the girly-boy he was. Several months had passed since that terrible night, and instead of getting better, things had gotten much worse. He had managed to get her pregnant, he, the little girly fag skater. He thought of himself as little, though he already stood 5'10" and was still growing, and he would probably wind up big and strong as an adult, but Dane definitely knew he was a girly emo fag who wore nail polish and wanted his hair and face to look prettier than even most girls at school. Katy knew for a fact that Dane was the father; she had slept with no one else, and when the DeMarzos had confronted his parents, he thought he would die. This was God's punishment on him for sure, thought Dane, though he really didn't know if he believed in God. And yet at the same time, he held some excitement in knowing that a little part of himself had contributed into bringing new life into this world. He was going to be a father! At 14 years-old! The whole situation was too much to bear. His Mom had cried, his Dad had yelled, and Dane knew the relationship he had with them could never be the same. Whispers at school were that Katy's parents had pulled her out of school, that they might move to another state, even that Katy wanted the kid aborted, and all this talk made sensitive Dane extremely anxious. It was partly his fucking kid, after all! He should have an opinion in the matter, but then again, he was only a 14 year-old stupid skaterboy, extremely stupid, he thought to himself guiltily. Besides, there was the matter of Dane being gay, and he had no way of knowing how that would play, were he to come out to everybody. He thought of all this as he sat on the concrete ramp at the skatepark at the end of an afternoon, considering if just slitting his own wrists might be the best solution. He heard the wheels of a board rolling up to him, and he looked up to see a pair of cute, tanned bare feet on the board. He knew those feet, and he glanced further up through his black bangs to see it was his crush, Jayden, smiling down at him. "Hey, man!" Jayden greeted with his already deep, tenor voice. "Haven't seen you out in a while. Things sucking right now, huh?" Dane shrugged, unwilling to talk about it. He knew how gossip spread, and everyone in the small beach town probably knew about it, how that horny, nasty skater trash had violated the pure Catholic DeMarzo girl. But Jayden seemed unwilling to leave him alone. He continued rolling his board back and forth with his sexy bare foot, which made Dane's cock feel a stiffening pressure in his tight jeans. "Mind if I sit with you a while, Dane, dude?" asked the blonde boy. Dane couldn't really turn him down. He enjoyed being with Jayden, for sure, and he was pretty easy on the eyes. Even if only for that, he would be a pleasing distraction right now. The emo boy mumbled an invitation to sit. Jayden sat down, keeping his rather long bare feet on his board. Dane loved watching him skate barefoot. He had tried doing it himself a few times, but he definitely needed more training. As if reading his mind, Jayden said, "Hey, you ought to go barefoot with me more often. It feels so good, just getting out of your shoes. It's... kinda freeing, you know?" Dane nodded, understanding. He decided he did want to take off his shoes and just relax right now, on this warm late afternoon, the sun going down. He took off his skate shoes and socks, laying his equally tanned feet on his own board, then, as an afterthought, he placed his feet on Jayden's board, scooting closer to his friend. Unlike many emo boys, Dane was pretty tanned, from all the surfing he did in addition to skating, and with his long, jet black hair he sometimes resembled a cute, blue-eyed Mexican boy, though his hair was naturally blonde. A weird, nervous energy was passing between them, and, taking a dare, Jayden shyly placed a few of his toes on Dane's feet. Dane shot him a glance, Jayden's bright, green eyes staring at him, and the boy immediately looked guilty, taking away his foot and mumbling, "Sorry, dude." But Dane, taking initiative, said, "No, it's ok," and he rested his own foot against his friend's, smiling at him. Jayden gave him a nervous, quick smile, as if in relief. Now he knew they were on the same page, as he had hoped. "So, you're the one who finally did it," said Jayden flatly. "Huh?" said Dane. "You fucked a bitch, I mean, even got her pregnant, when all the rest of us haven't even done anything. And Katy DeMarzo, wow! Yeah, everyone talks like they're big studs, but turns out emo-boy Dane was the stud after all..." Dane didn't know how to take that kind of talk. He didn't feel like some big stud at all, and didn't Jayden know how much trouble he actually was in? But Jayden just looked away, deep in thought. "I...I didn't like it, just so you know," Dane felt compelled to blurt out. Jayden looked back at him, surprised. "Really? You know, I'm jealous, man..." "Because I got her first?" asked Dane. Jayden looked away again, as if unsure he should answer truthfully. He bit his lip in a cute way that made Dane feel warm inside. "Nah, that's not it..." Jayden said in a near whisper. "It's...it's cause...well, I don't think I like girls, man. I just say all that stuff with the others around... I felt jealous because I wanted to be in Katy's position, able to feel what it's like to be with you..." Jayden looked back at him with sensitive, questioning green eyes, wondering if Dane was just going to laugh at him and call him a big dumb fag, and that would be the end of everything between them. But Dane just felt himself melt inside. He pressed his foot further onto his friend's, in a comforting way. "Dude, it's ok," he whispered back. "You know what, being with Katy made me realize I don't really like girls either. You know, when I was doing her, all I could think of was...well, was you..." Jayden looked shocked, his green eyes widening, seeming to brighten even further, glowing like jade stones. Suddenly a big, goofy smile came onto his face. He scooted closer to Dane, saying, "You know, um, my parents are going to be home late tonight. You wanna come over and, you know, just chill?" Dane nodded, smiling... Later, the boys rested on Jayden's bed, shirts off, their feet touching, playing with each other's toes as Dane nuzzled against the blonde's cool, slim chest. This felt right, this, oh so much better than the girl Katy, who had just wanted to feel his cock inside her, and who, if the rumors were true, was a total bitch who wanted to abort the child of their creation. Dane didn't like any of those religious nut "pro-life" people, but if those were the type of people Katy's parents were, he now was thankful for them, for saving his creation. But this moment, before the boys even had done anything, sealed in his mind the conclusion Dane needed, that he needed a sweet, romantic boy to lie with, confide in. They began making out, cheek to smooth cheek, Dane feeling a bit of teen blonde fuzz beginning to sprout around Jayden's mouth. They groped each other's cocks, feeling the passion growing, and then, when Jayden was breathing heavily, he let Dane know he wanted to feel how Katy felt, he wanted Dane inside him. Dane never had felt so steel-hard, so very turned on, so the opposite of his night with Katy. This wasn't just about getting off this time, or proving manhood, this was about something much different; he didn't know if he loved Jayden, but he certainly cared a lot for the cute skaterboy, and if Jayden needed this thirst quenched, Dane wanted to be the one to do it for him... That night with Jayden proved once and for all that Dane was a fag, though from that point forward he wouldn't use that insulting word. No, he was gay, a sensitive, loving, but still masculine gay boy. He didn't know when and if he would tell his parents; they had enough on their plate to deal with, but he did know one thing: he wasn't going to let Katy take their child away. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt that child, as if his life depended on it. "I want to raise him! You can't give him to someone who won't love him!" Dane was on the verge of tears as he argued with his parents. This was the crisis point he dreaded; it would all come down to this, and he didn't know how he would get over it if he couldn't be with his own son. The night Katy had given birth, Dane wasn't even allowed to be there. They still considered the horny skaterboy a rapist in their eyes, though Katy was first to admit they had wanted to do this together. Still, her stubborn parents, knowing the baby was alive, thought their obligation was over. Fine, if Dane wanted the baby, he and his parents could raise it. They would be moving far away, and he would never see Katy again. Dane didn't really care about that. He just wanted his boy. His parents, reeling through all these crises, had insisted Dane didn't know what he was saying, or doing, just like that night he had been stupid enough to dip his wick in the DeMarzo girl, not even bothering with a condom. Dane was a stupid, sleazy boy, they insisted, and he was throwing away the rest of his life if he took on the task of raising that baby, most of it having to be done by his own parents, of course. "I'll...I'll be smart about it," Dane said through gritted teeth, not even believing it himself. He had so many doubts, but the fatherly urge in him was strong; there was no way any adopting family could love this child half as much as his own father would. He didn't care if he couldn't even have a boyfriend anymore, if Jayden walked away from him, if he would have to drop out of school, none of that mattered. He may not even be 15 years-old, but Dane knew the one thing he did have was determination; he'd always been a hard-driven skater and surfer, things that didn't really matter, but now he had to prove himself at the one thing that did matter, this boy. Exhausted, Dane's parents finally gave in. They would give it a shot. Dane smiled, tears coming to his blue eyes. He never had felt so overjoyed. The kid didn't even have a name yet, Katy's parents refusing to allow any sort of attaching bond to develop this way, and so the day Dane was able to take the boy home from the hospital, his father had the honor of christening his beautiful blue-eyed boy. He could think of only one name, that of the blonde boy who had shown him who he really was, but he knew he couldn't bear to have that one name a part of their lives forevermore, not knowing what the final outcome would be between them, and so he changed it slightly, to a still cool-sounding name: "Hayden," Dane named him, looking down at the cooing baby on the ride home. "You're Hayden, little dude! And I'm your Dad, Dane." Now, over 15 years later, Dane was a far cry from that lanky emo skater kid he had been, returning to a more beachy vibe some time later, a darkly tanned, dreadlocked blonde dude you couldn't keep in shoes. And now he was in love with his son, the one who had been the only love of his life, now resting naked with him in bed the night before he would return to school, Dane back to work at the skate shop. What the fuck were they doing, Dane thought? How could they possibly pull this off, and still be happy? TO BE CONTINUED?