Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 08:54:19 +1000 From: Richard Hadfield Subject: Mick and Friends - 11 If you are enjoying the story then please let me know by mailing me. Comments and constructive criticisms are welcome. Let me know a bit about yourself too, please. That is if you are willing. I would like to know a bit about the people i am writing for. I might not be able to answer all of the mail -- wishful thinking: so please forgive me i don't get back to you). rick@boistories.com Cheers Rick Chapter 10 ended: Then it was mom's turn to blush as she realised the implication of what she had said and how it could be taken more than one way. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Now take your naked body out of here before I am forced to tickle it." I didn't need any more encouragement as I knew what happened when I got tickled. In fact just thinking about it got my cock hardening. So I went off back to my room and to an appointment with the bottle of baby oil. This time I closed the door so that mom wouldn't interrupt. Chapter 11 Sunday morning woke up bright and fair. At least that's how it was when I woke up. It was a warm sunny late summer day and I was feeling pretty good. My usual morning woody had allowed for some pleasure especially with the use of the oil mom had provided. She was a kind of strange person at times, but I loved her and was grateful for the way she accepted me and how I was. I got dressed by pulling on four items of clothing; a `T' shirt, a pair of running shorts and two trainers. That took all of a couple of minutes and then I went down to find some breakfast. Mom was already up and had done herself some toast. Breakfast on Sunday's was a `do it yourself' affair, when you wanted. "Mick, I thought I would go and get some groceries and then try and find an electrical store to get what we need to fix an aerial for the TV's in the rooms. Do you want to come with?" "No thanks mom, I thought I would go and explore some more and also try out the skate park again with my board." "Alright, but if I am not home in time, just go ahead and make yourself something to eat for lunch. Ok?" "Yeah, sure mom. See you later then." With that mom got up and left on her errands. I finished my breakfast and washed up the dishes; there were not enough to warrant using the new dishwasher so I did them by hand. Then taking my skate board I left the house making sure to lock it behind me. I headed out and went straight to the skate park, hoping that I would see Mark and Michael again. When I got there, the place was empty. I decided to use the opportunity to practice a bit and set about doing some of the tricks Brandon and I had taught ourselves. I was really enjoying having the run of the place to myself and began to do a series of tricks one after the other without stopping. If anybody else had been there, it would have been showing off. I worked myself non-stop for about half an hour, totally absorbed in what I was doing. I finally ended with a grand finale which Brandon and I had worked out and only ever successfully completed once before. The routine was done on the half-pipe section and involved getting up a good speed and doing a double spin the air at the top of the one side and then as you came up the other side, you let the board go straight up while you spun around and sat down on the edge of the top, holding your hands out to catch the board. I guess because no one was watching I was more relaxed and executed it perfectly. I was very pleased. As I caught the board, there was a sudden outbreak of clapping. I had been so absorbed in what I was doing, I had not realised that some others had come and had been watching me. "That was pretty awesome Mick." Michael said. "Yeah, something else." Mark concurred "You're pretty fucking shit hot on a board." A third said I realised that I had had an audience of three. Mark and Michael who were dressed much the same as I was; nondescript running shorts and `T' shirts. But the third guy was of note. His skin was as white as marble, yet his hair was jet black. He was fairly tall and must have been about seventeen, at a guess. He was wearing one of those vests which had oversize arm and neck holes and it hung down almost to his hips covering the top part of his cycle shorts. He had a great shape and I could see through the vest that his chest muscles were well defined and what I could see of his legs showed nothing but perfectly sculptured shape. On top of this his skin was flawless and his eyes were a sultry brown. He was an Adonis and I fell in love with him on the spot. Unfortunately, his vest hid his package so I was not able to judge that, but hoped an opportunity would come. "Hi guys. I didn't see you arrive. You nearly scared the shit out of me when you clapped. But thanks for that." "Bob, this is Mick, we met him yesterday. Mick this is Bob, a friend of ours." Michael performed the intros. "Hi Bob, nice to meet you." I was ever so polite. "Mick , same too. That last trick was really great. How do you do it?" "With care." I smiled, "I have only ever done it once before. How's the bumps Mark?" "You should see his arse, its got a bruise the size of my hand." Michael interrupted, "and there is a bruise in a straight line just above his cock where the skate board hit." "Michael! You don't have to give him all the details, thanks." Mark was clearly embarrassed and I felt for him. "Well if you're planning on skating today, Mark, I would be careful not to land on my arse again if I were you. It will hurt real good." Just then Bob lifted his arms above his head in a stretch which did two things. First it revealed his armpits which I noticed were partly shaved leaving a narrow cross of hair about half an inch long and the rest was bare. But it also lifted his vest up so that I could see a huge pair of balls held tightly under the stretched fabric of his cycling shorts and his cock disappeared up at an angle slightly off the vertical, under the hem of the vest. What I could see was about three inches of a thick cock. It excited me and my cock began its inevitable rise to glory. I shifted my skate board so that it covered the evidence, but I think Bob noticed it. "You've got quite a lot of tricks there, Mick, where did you learn them? Do you belong to a skating club or something?" Bob asked dropping his arms. "Nah. I taught myself some and then I met Brandon who's now my friend and we worked some others out together." I replied. "Well I'm going to do some skating." Michael said and took off on a board from the top of the half-pipe. I put my board down so that I could get up out of the way and as I turned back to I noticed that Bob was eyeing out my crotch. I knew he could see up the leg of my shorts, but I didn't care about that anyway. Lots of guys have now looked up and had an eyeful; but not all of them have seen a semi erect cock when they did so. I moved off the half pipe and sat down with my back against the wall of the other section of the skating area with my feet drawn up close to my bum. I didn't consciously do it on purpose, but of course in that pose, my short's leg was gaping and my cock and balls were on view. I was not even aware of it at first, but Mark rolled past on his board and must have noticed because he went over to Michael and had a quiet word with him and pretty soon Michael was rolling past having a look trying not to be seen to be doing so, and then Bob took a turn. Pretty soon all three of them were doing twists and turns in front of me as if they were putting on a show for me. And still I remained oblivious to the real reason for their antics. After they tired they rolled over and sat down near me, but all so that they could still see between my legs. Mark sat in the same sort of pose as me and I got the chance to look up his short leg, but what he had was held out of view behind some black briefs. A short while later, Michael lay down on his back and then a bit after that bent his leg giving me a view up his shorts leg revealing that his package was tightly held in a thong like pair of undies. Bob's package was still hidden behind his vest, which in the way he was sitting on the floor of the skate ramp also hid his balls, leaving nothing of my desire on view. "Have you just moved here?" Bob asked. "Yeah. We were living in Brentwood last, but we moved here last week." "That's no Brentwood accent." Michael put in. "No, I come from up north, we moved to Brentwood a couple of years ago." "I haven't seen you in school." Mark said. "Yeah. Well I'm finishing up the year at my school in Brentwood and then I'm starting at Bramston next term. "What year will you be in?" Mark asked "Ten. Unless they decide that I really messed up on my entrance and put me back a year." "That's cool, I'm also in year ten next term. Maybe we will have some classes together." Mark continued. "Yeah, that would be cool. At least I will know one person in the school when I get there." "Three. Michael and I also go to Bramston." Bob said. "Ok. But I was kind of meaning in my year and I don't think either of you are in year ten." I defended myself. "I'll be in year eleven and Bob here will be in year twelve and will hopefully have his driver's licence by the time we start." Michael told me. "That's neat. But I guess at school you two will not really want to know us. You'll lose your cred if you hang around with younger guys." "Not really. Bob hangs around with us all and others in his year still look up to him." Mark said. "Yeah well I do quiet well in school and am not bad on the sport's field and so others haven't got anything to hold against me. Besides, if I like someone I don't care what others think. I will be a friend and hope they will be a friend to me also." "That's cool. I hope we can be friends then." I said. "Maybe we are already." Michael put in. "After all you wanted to help when Mark hurt himself yesterday. That's what friends do." "The only thing is you might make us jealous the way you can handle the skate board." Bob added, but he was grinning and obviously just teasing. "I would like to be friends with you guys, so long as you stay as nice as you've been so far. I guess what I mean is that I hope the way you've acted toward me is your natural way, `cause it's been nice." I felt really clumsy the way I put it and got embarrassed and went red. "And maybe I will be able to show you some of the tricks." I added. "We're always nice, but you may not like some of the things we do together. But then I think you might be like us and so will not object." Bob said. "What sort of things?" I asked. "Well we'll have to get to know you a bit better before we reveal that." Michael added. "Mystery already. Now you've got my curiosity up. Also I don't know how I should act, or react so that you will know." I said. "Just be your self and we will be able to tell. But I rather think I know already." Bob concluded. "Now I'm going to skate a bit more. We all got up and began to skate around in a rather leisurely way. Mark went off to a corner and was obviously trying to do a corner board flip, but was not getting the angle right and so was failing. I skated over to him and showed him how to do it, and then called out some guidance as he tried it for himself. His first attempt was not successful, but was better than all his previous attempts put together. "You'll do it soon." I encouraged, "Just a bit more practice. I think you came in a bit slow that time." "You think so? Shall I try again." Mark looked happy that I had not just written him off. "Go for it. And give it some stick as you come up the corner. Once you've got that we'll try doing it left handed." I was basically telling Mark that I knew he would be successful. "Ok here goes." Mark took off and really put some effort into it. As he came up to the right hand corner he gave that extra push and lifted off the board as it somersaulted and then he landed square back onto it and rode down the other side, beaming like a Cheshire cat. "I did it! I did it!" he was really excited and skated over to me. "Thanks Mick. And by the way, I think Bob really likes you. I guess we are going to be friends." I was kind of thrown by that and not too sure how to respond. But by that time Bob and Michael had come over to see what Mark was shouting about. "Did you see it?" he asked eagerly. "See what?" they asked jointly. "I did a corner board roll. Mick showed me how." "No way! Even I can't do that." Michael said. "I'm telling you. Watch I will show you." And Mark sped off on his board. He took his run up and executed the roll staying on his board till he rolled back to us. "See." "That was great. Mick, you're going have to show us how. I can't have Mark being able to do something I can't." Michael said. Some may have thought he was jealous, but he really wasn't. Then Bob said, "You will have to show both of us now." "Fine by me. But we will have to work together on some other things so that I am not always just showing you guys stuff." "Of course. We are not just takers all the time." Bob said. I demonstrated for the other two and then asked Mark to do it again while I pointed out some of the technicalities of the trick to Bob and Michael. They each had a turn, and like Mark were not too successful. I told both of them where I thought they had gone wrong and sent off them off on the next attempt. Michael succeeded in doing it, albeit it was a bit scrappy. But Bob failed and ended up landing on his bum on the hard concrete of the ramp. We all laughed, including Bob, but he had obviously hurt himself a bit. I said we would have to practice a bit more to get him to do it. But then Mark and Michael said they needed to get off home. "Do you need to go too?" Bob asked of me. "No. Mom's out anyway." I answered. "Can we try again then, please?" "Sure thing." I worked with Bob for about another half hour, and he managed to get through the roll and work out for himself how to do it so that he could do it properly most times. "Next is to show me how to do that ending where you catch the board as you sit." "I don't quite think you are up to that yet. I reckon we need to get you more used to riding the board so that it is just as if you are walking when you are riding on the board." I told Bob. "Well how do you propose we go abut doing that?" "We just work together and you practice a lot. Even when I'm not around." I replied. "Ok. Let's start now." "Fine. We'll start by getting you more used to turning corners and so on at a greater speed. So we will just do some circuits of the course, but I want you to hold my hand and keep up with me. We will start fairly slow and then I will build the speed up gradually." I didn't really need him to hold my hand but I wanted to have the chance to touch him. We got up and lined our boards up and started off just doing circuits with Bob holding my hand and keeping the speed up. As I gripped his hand, I felt something which I had only felt twice before -- the first time I touched Brandon and the first time I touched Kevin after the girls had raped me. It was a feeling of confidence in which I new I wanted more of the guy. I had already decided that this was a relationship I wanted to try and develop and I was fairly certain that he was gay. I don't know why I felt that but I did. As we went round I changed the route into a figure of eight so that we were getting both left and right hand turns in. Once I felt he was able to keep up with me I began to increase the speed after each circuit until we were doing about twice the speed we had started at. Then I began to introduce some sharper turns and turns on slopes. On one of these turns I was on the inside and as he was going a bit wider than he should have I tried to pull him in a bit. This resulted in him losing his balance and falling towards me. We both put our hands out to grab each other. As luck would have it, my hand managed to grab against his thigh and slip upwards and over so that it bumped and then slid over his cock. It was electrifying, but all too brief. We ended up in a tangled heap on the floor, laughing the small bit of pain from the bumps away. I lifted my head to check on how Bob was and saw his eyes glued to one point. He had landed with his head between my legs and was now looking straight up my shorts at my jewels. Of course seeing his interest excited me and I began to get a hard-on. I was not too sure how he would take that and so I lay back down and then began to speak so that he would know I was moving and this would give him time to avert his gaze so that I would not catch him looking. We both started getting up together. The way he had fallen had caused his shirt to ride up and afforded me a full view of the front of his cycle shorts. The first time I could see his cock outlined in full and it very clearly was hard and pulling away from his belly. On top of all the other stimulation I had already had, there was no hope of keeping my hard-on at bay. I was soon tenting my shorts, and there really was nothing I could do to hide it. Bob noticed his was on display and quickly pulled his vest down to cover it. He looked over at me and saw my tent and looked away, obviously unsure of how to react. This is the first time we had met and we hardly new each other. Although both of us felt fairly sure the other was gay, we could not broach the subject yet. It could be social suicide to declare your leaning to a stranger who you knew would be able to pass on that knowledge to other strangers who would be getting to know you in the near future. So each of us had to tread a little carefully. I decided to call it a day and asked Bob if he would like to meet up the following weekend. "What about an evening during the week? He asked. "I shall be staying with a friend in Brentwood until Friday." "Ok, then next Saturday. I'll be here from about 11 onwards. Maybe you could come to my place for dinner?" "I dunno. I'll have to ask my mom." "Well let me know Friday evening, then." "How?" "Phone me. My number is 433433. You should be able to remember that." "Yeah, I think so. I'll write it down as soon as I get home." And with that I left and made my way home again. When I got in, mom was home and asked how I had been and if I had met anybody new. "Yeah. I met this guy named Bob. He goes to Bramston but is a bit older then me. He's learning to drive." "Is he gay?" Mom asked. "I don't know. He might be, but that is not something you find out at a first meeting in the park." We talked a bit more and then I went off to get a shower before tea would be ready. Once I was in the shower, I just had to have a wank as I couldn't get the thought of Bob's hard cock outlined in his stretch shorts out of my mind. I lathered up my cock with shower gel and then turning the spray away sat down on the floor of the shower and began to stroke. Unfortunately I could not control myself well and had not been going at it for more than a couple of minutes before I felt the build up start and then burst forth with a shower of cum all over my belly. I continued stroking for a bit longer, but then my cock got soft and I couldn't get it hard again so I stopped and returned to having a shower. I noticed that my hair was growing back quite nicely and I also realised that it was not prickling anymore. I decided that as much as I liked being smooth, I disliked the prickling even more and so would have to find another way of doing it other than shaving. I finished up my shower and walked naked through to my room. I lay down on my bed to rest a bit before mom called me for our tea, I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, mom was shaking me awake to tell me there was a call from Kevin, and that by the time I had finished on the call dinner would be ready. I got up and padded through to the lounge to talk to Kevin. "Hallo." "Hi Mick. How's it going?" "Hey it's cool Kev. I guess I'll survive in Witham." "Have you met any boys yet?" "Yeah. I've met some skaters and one of them is in the same year as me at school." "Are they, you know?" "I'm not sure yet, but I think one of them is at least." "So you going to forget about us here in Brentwood, then." "Never Kev. You have been too good to me for me ever to forget you." We chatted on for a bit longer and then Mom shouted that tea was ready so I had to go. "see you tomorrow Kev." "Yeah. If we miss at the gate I'll see you in our spot at lunch for some liquid fuel." "That's a date then." I said and hung up the phone. I walked through to the dining room and mom had the food set out on the table, but stopped me in my tracks. "You are not going to eat tea in the nude. Go and put some shorts on please." "Yes mom." I knew better than to argue against that tone of voice. When I got back, mom said, "Sorry Mick. I don't mind if you go about naked the rest of the time, but when we are eating together or if we have guests then please wear some clothes. Ok?" "Sure thing mom." I didn't mind. I'm ok with or without clothes now. Well that's chapter 11. Don't forget to write and let me know what you think. Cheers, Rick.