Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 14:36:54 -0800 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Skateboarder Of Venice Beach Chapter Seven (Revised) *Warning; As always, this story contains sexual content, and contact between minor boys, aged twelve to sixteen. If this subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are a minor, perhaps you should find another place to be. Another Story by; About A Boy *Recap Chapter Six: The two boys, twelve year old Colin, and sixteen year old Chad continued to grow closer, with a genuine loving bond forming between them. Two lonely boys, finding comfort and friendship between them. The young boy's embarrassed inhibitions had all but disappeared as they had explored masturbation with each other. And then, in the heat of a California night, they snuck out to swim naked in the neighbors pool. We start with the last paragraphs of that chapter... Skateboarder of Venice Beach Chapter Seven / Conclusion "This is fun." Colin whispered. The older boy smiled at him, and he turned around, preparing to swim back across the pool. "Hang on to me, and take a breath." Chad whispered. The boy put his arms around Chad's neck from behind, and he took a deep breath just as the older boy folded under the surface. Colin clung tightly to him as if hitching a ride, their wet naked bodies pressed together as they glided along under water. Chad's legs and hips porpoise kicked in a near humping motion, propelling them forward as he swam, and Colin was very aware of his own soft boy parts, sliding and snuggled pleasantly against the older boy's firm warm buttocks. He enjoyed the ride, and was even a little disappointed when they reached the shallow end of the pool near the steps, and he continued to cling to the older boy for a moment, even after they had stopped, enjoying the wet warm sensation of the older boy's soft skin against his own. Finally, he forced himself to let go, and Chad stood up in the shallows, turning around to face him. Colin suddenly realized that he had started to get an erection while he was holding onto the older boy. The skin on skin contact had caused his dick to stiffen slightly, and right now it was sticking strait out from his dripping dripping body. "Nice..." Chad whispered, as he looked down to see the beginnings of the younger boy's erection. He reached out playfully and tugged on it a few times. At And just at that exact moment, a light was suddenly turned on inside the house..... ** Both boy's whipped their heads around, to stare at the house, and the warm yellow light which now streamed from the windows. "Oh shit...." Colin squeaked, as feelings of surprised fear raced through him. He looked quickly at Chad and oddly the expression on the older boy's face wasn't one of fear... He was grinning wickedly. "Come on..." Chad said quickly, in low tones; as he grabbed Colin by the wrist, and they hopped up the steps out of the pool, and started running through the darkness toward the fence and the bushes in the corner. Chad reached down and made a snag at their underwear which were still laying discarded on the lawn. He managed to scoop up one pair, but dropped the other as they raced past and into a dark corner. Their wet feet caused them to slip on the grass, and Chad fell on his butt as they skidded to a stop, and crouched down in the darkness. Colin saw the other pair of briefs a few yards out, and he scrambled forward, slipping in the grass as he lunged for them. Laying almost flat out, the boy grabbed the white briefs and spun himself around, crawling almost comically back to Chad, who was giggling impishly near the fence. Crouching low, Chad wrapped his arms around the youngster, gathering him in, as they huddled quietly behind the low bushes. They peered back toward the house and watched the sliding glass door open slowly, and the neighbor woman walked out onto the deck with her cat. "There you go puss. Go do your business." She said as she lowered the cat to the ground. The woman stepped forward, out onto the deck, and she stood looking absently up into the night sky. Nearly a minute passed, and her cat finally trotted back up along the deck. She stooped to pick her up, and apparently she failed to notice the two sets of wet footprints leading away from the edge of the pool. She turned and went back inside, sliding the glass patio door shut behind her, and several seconds later the light shut off again in the house. The back yard fell into darkness once again, lit only by the stars and half moon floating listlessly above. The two wet, naked boys still crouched silently by the fence. They both let out an audible sigh of relief, and Chad was afraid that their wonderful little skinny-dipping session had ended up scaring Colin. He looked at the boy, intending to apologize to him; but he was surprised when he saw the youngsters smiling face, beaming up at him. "That was so friggen cool..." Colin giggled, in a naughty little whisper. "What..?" The older boy whispered, as a surprised smile crossed his own lips. "That was so fun." Colin whispered excitedly. "It scared me at first, when the lights came on, but... You were grinning and stuff. And then when we slipped on the grass, and you fell on your ass... That was hilarious..." Chad grinned back at him in the darkness. "Ya, well... What about you, sliding on your belly, trying to grab up your underwear..." Both of them snickered, trying to keep their voices down. Getting themselves under control, Chad stood, and stepping up to the fence, he reached up and took hold of the top. Since there was no bracing on this side, he bent his knee, and told Colin to use it as a step up to help him as he crawled over to the other side. In moments, the two naked boys dropped onto the lawn on Chad's side of the fence, and with out bothering to try and pull their underwear on over wet limbs, the scuttled back across the yard to the house. Chad opened the kitchen door, slowly peeking inside. It was still quiet, and the boys hurried across the tiled kitchen floor and snuck quietly back upstairs to the older boy's room. Silently, Chad closed and locked the door behind them, ending their naked midnight romp. Both boys giggled quietly. Colin was exhilarated, feeling the naughty pleasure of getting away with something like that. Feeling totally bonded, and connected to his older friend, the boy put his arms around Chad, and held their still wet, naked bodies together in a warm, more than friendly hug. They looked at each other, and Colin pushed up onto his tip toes, lifting his head upward toward Chad. Almost instinctively the older boy tilted his head forward, and their young, moist lips met in the most innocent, and unplanned exchange. Both boys could taste the distinct remains of chlorine from the pool, and both could taste the loving bond of friendship that had been building up between them. They lingered for a moment, as their slightly parted lips touched warmly on one another, both boys wanting to hold onto that tender moment as long as they could. It wasn't sexual, at least not in that way. It was a bond of friendship. Two lonely boys who desperately needed to make a connection of the soul to someone else. They moved backwards still holding each other, and they fell softly back onto Chad's bed. They rolled to the middle of it, still clinging to one another in the embrace of a warm hug. This was a moment, couched in a physical embrace yet devoid of sexuality. Age doesn't define the needs of a human being; and even boys as young as these knew that something meaningful was happening between them. They both needed this. Both struggling to cement this bond, making it permanent between them. Innocently, they touched lips again, and almost instinctively their youthful tongues met, finding their way into each other's mouths. It was a purely natural reaction, it was inquisitive and curious. It was not lustful, nor sexual, not even explainable really... Only to say that it was a loving gesture, in the truest sense of the word. Their young pubescent bodies were still moist with water from the pool, and they melded together as their legs and feet intertwined, wrapping like a security blanket around each other, and they held onto each other until sleep eventually took them. Young Colin slept, more soundly than ever he could remember. He felt safe, with a real sense of trust, and of being loved. This was a new sensation inside of him. An itch finally scratched, a darkness finally illuminated, and exposed to the light. And it felt good... The older boy felt the much the same way; though he likely understood the feelings a little better. At sixteen, he had many times pondered his own loneliness, and the lack of fulfillment that he had known, even before his father had passed away. Chad woke about six thirty the next morning, the younger boy was still sleeping soundly alongside him, lying comfortably on his stomach, but nestled warmly against the older boy. There was something amazingly innocent about his twelve year old friend, and as Chad gazed quietly at him, he could easily recognize himself in the boy. With a tender smile, Chad moved his hand to lightly touch the sleeping boy's soft round shoulder, trialing his finger tips timidly, and thoughtfully over the gentle curve of it. Ever so softly, he caressed the boy's silky smooth skin. It was warm, and pleasant beneath his touch, and Chad innocently traced his fingers over the youngsters shoulder blade, and across to the slight curve of his spine. "Mmm..." A brief, soft, and comfortable sigh came from the boy, though he was still soundly sleeping. Chad smiled at the pure, childlike quality of it, as he lovingly rubbed the boy's back. His touch ever so slight, his fingers almost floating over the boy's naked skin. He trailed his hand down the smooth curving musculature, to the small of the blond boy's back. The older boy gazed with an artists eye, at the wonderful upward curve and rounded globes of the youngster's firm buttocks, so perfectly divided by the gentle crease running down the middle of it. So beautiful, the soft lines of the human body, and even more so with the unmarred, slender firmness of youth. Chad slid his palm up to softly cover the small mounds of smooth flesh, that was the boy's bottom, and he shuddered pleasurably at the warm feel of it. Colin shifted slightly. Still very much asleep, his little rump seemed to cozy itself against his palm. Chad smiled, and turned his gaze slowly up to the boy's slender torso. He looked at the silky thin, downy like blond hairs on the boy's skin. So fine as to barely be seen, except up close against his tanned skin. It looked so exquisitely soft. Feeling a tenderness toward the boy, Chad gently leaned forward and pressed his lips to the base of the youngsters soft neck, and he smiled at the tangle of blond hair, splayed about on the pillow. It had still been damp when they had fallen asleep, and even so, in it's tangled mess, the boy looked amazingly cute. After half an hour or so, Chad finally extricated himself from the youngster's side, and quietly got off the bed, moving over to his desk. Pulling out his drawing tablet, he opened it to the nude drawing of Colin, that he had been working on. Putting his bare feet up on the bed, and resting the tablet across his knees he began to add to the drawing, in the upper left corner, as he carefully studied the soft, angelic features of the boy's face. He smiled from time to time, as he skillfully captured the finer details of the boy. Quite some time passed. At one point, Chad had heard his mother as she left for work, trying not to disturb the sleeping boys. Eventually, a quiet sigh escaped young Colin, as he woke from his slumber, and stretched away the night. The boy opened his green eyes, looking first to the empty space alongside him in the bed, and then turning his gaze toward Chad, who was still sitting right nearby, with his bare feet planted on the edge of the bed. A warm smile emanated from the boy as he looked at his best friend, Chad. "Morning..." He whispered softly. "Morning bud." Chad returned with a pleasant smile. "Whatcha' doing?" Colin asked, though he could see the drawing tablet across the older boy's knees. "Just finishing up." Chad replied, grinning at the haphazard blond mop, that was Colin's hair. The boy sat up on the bed, and looked down at his own nudity. He smiled to himself, remembering the adventure of the previous night. "That was so cool last night..." He said suddenly, grinning over at Chad. "It was." Chad agreed, and he closed the drawing tablet, and set it aside on the desk. Colin put his hand up to his own head, trying to comb his fingers back through his hair. He remembered that they had fallen asleep, still wet from the pool, and he knew what he must look like with a serious case of morning hair. Colin pulled himself off to the side the bed, gently touching his bare feet to the floor, and lifting his arms above his head, he stretched his lean naked body, to work out the tightness of the nights sleep. He yawned tiredly, and stood up. "Is your mom home?" Colin asked, and looking down he noticed his young boyhood pointing stiffly out in front of him now. "Na, she left for work half an hour ago." Chad informed him with a little smile. "Good." The boy replied. "I need a shower..." He walked naked across to the bedroom door, and opening it he looked back at his older friend. "Are you coming?" He smiled. "Guess so..." Chad replied, standing up from the desk chair. This time he followed Colin directly into the bathroom across the hall. They turned on a fine spray of warm water and climbed into the soothing flow. The water rinsed it's way through the boy's straggle of hair, plastering it down along his head and neck, as he stood tiredly under the stream. Chad squirted some shampoo into the boy's blond locks, and softly began to massage it through the his wet scalp. Colin was more than enjoying the feeling of Chad's fingers gently washing his hair, and his young boyhood slowly swelled again into a full erection. He turned his body around so the two boy's were standing face to face. The youngster stood there looking up, and studying Chad's firm body as the older boy attended his hair. Not in a thousand years would he have imagined standing naked, with another person in a shower; let alone with his own little boy pickle standing up at attention, pointing firmly up at another boy. Colin glanced down at Chad's soft penis, which was bouncing slightly as he washed the boy's hair. He smiled warmly, and suddenly wanting companionship for his own rigid boy tube, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the older boys soft tool. With his right hand snuggly wrapped around his own stiffy, and his left hand gently squeezing Chad's, he began rubbing both of them at the same time. "How's that feel?" Colin asked, looking up hopefully. "Duhhh..." Chad smiled, and he could feel his dick begin to swell quickly in the boy's grasp. "Mmm... Here, try this." He said, and he reached down with his hand, fully lathered with shampoo suds; and he slathered a generous amount of it onto his own stiffening tool. Then, with his other hand, he did the same for Colin, totally coating the skater boy's erection with slippery shampoo lather Colin started in again, jacking them both. This time his fingers slid smoothly over their erect members. "Ahh... That's nice." Colin breathed, as he squeezed and stroked each of them. Chad smiled, and resumed shampooing the boy's hair, enjoying the warm sensations of the youngster's hand working below, on his stiff rudder. Warm water from the shower continued to flow against his back, as Colin stood face to face with the other boy, continuing to slowly masturbate both of them. Chad finsished washing the younger boy's hair, and he ran his soapy hands gently over the other boy's shoulders, and slowly down to the youngters soft, slender backside. His eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feel of the Colin's soft, smooth skin, and the warm tightness of Colin's hand as it still clenched tightly, and continued to manipulate his hardened erection. "Oh man...." He sighed. "Colin that feels so good." Without realizing it, he began to gently rock his hips, staying in time with the boy's strokes. "Man, oh geeze...." He breathed, as he could feel his own foreskin slide up and down over his sensitive glans. Colin was feeling very excited as well, as he looked from Chad's penis, to his own, and back again, while he stroked them both in a synchronized fashion. This too was erotic, he thought, watching both foreskins slide wetly up and down, allowing brief peeks at each of their swollen glans. He felt Chad twitch in his fingers; and it made him happy to know that he was bringing considerable pleasure to his older friend. He continued to masturbate them both for several minutes, and finally he looked up at Chad, who's eyes were still closed contentedly, and feeling happy, the youngster leaned forward to rest his forehead on the older boy's chest. Chad was getting seriously worked up by this point. His hands had settled on Colin's hips, just holding him gently there, and he could feel the sporadic movements of the boy's buttocks as the younger boy continued to jack them both off. And young Colin was feeling the tense buildup as well. He was twelve, pubescent and stimulated, his young body was quickly charging toward orgasm. He turned his head slightly, and rested his cheek against the warmth of Chad's chest, leaving their hips apart just enough to keep his hands steadily pumping up and down between them. "Mmm.... Oh, geezus.....That feels so good..." Chad moaned. "Ohhh Colin.... I'm gettin' close dude, real close..." "Me... Me too...." Colin uttered with a breathy sigh, followed by a little high pitched, and very boyish grunt. The sound of it was almost lost against the older boy's chest. They could both feel it strongly now, as Colin continued milking away. Chad rested his head on Colin's naked shoulder, and he shifted his hands from the boy's swaying hips, and cupped them around the youngster's butt cheeks. He was lost in his own stimulated sensations now; and he began gently spreading and then closing Colin's firm round bum, kneading their roundness in his hands. The boy could feel his butt cheeks separate, and close teasingly, and it brought him fantastic new sensations, something that felt very erotic indeed. Wonderful feelings around the erogenous zone of his young pink anus. He squealed contentedly and he could feel his body stiffen, preparing for ejaculation. "Cummin', I'm gonna cum....." At that moment, Chad pulled upward on the boy's buttocks, lifting him slightly off the shower floor, and he pulled the boy's body tightly against his own. He ground his hips against Colin's, their young pubic mounds, and dicks slid together between the hot wet flesh of their bodies. Instinctively the younger boy's legs wrapped loosely around the sixteen year old, and the humping and sliding motion of their hips did the rest. Chad's hands were still cupped under his bare butt cheeks, pulling the boy inward with humping motions as they wiggled against one another, and several of the older boy's fingers had slipped deeply into Colin's warm crease, one of his finger tips rubbing and pressing against, and into the blond boy's totally aroused pink anus. It was spectacularly stimulating, and just as suddenly, Colin blew off... His turgid boy tube swelled as if taking a deep breath, and then it squirted multiple orgasmic loads of his junior jelly between them. Chad could feel the pulsing of Colin's rigid boy part, and the flow of warm spunk, and the very sensation of it set him off as well. With a deep shudder, and a low growling moan, the older boy's hot seed erupted in multiple spasms, and forced it's way into the nonexistent space between them, welding them together, and mingling with Colin's still warm boy syrup. Chad couldn't hold the other boy up anymore, as the ejaculation had drained him. He relaxed his hands, letting the youngster's hips slide down till his feet touched the floor of the shower. The boy's leaned into each other, and they balanced against one another as they swayed mildly, each of them euphorically lost, and slowy returning from the erotic youthful rush of intense orgasm. "That.... Was intense." The blond boy muttered, after a few moments, his legs still feeling numb. He managed a satisfied smile as he looked up curioiusly at Chad. "Did you try to stick you finger in my butt?" He asked. "Ya, I guess so." Chad confessed. "Sorry dude. It just sorta' happened, you know. I didn't think about it, but when I lifted you up I could kinda' feel the heat coming from it.... And It just sorta' drew me to it. Are you mad?" "Mad? Heck no. It was so awesome... It felt weird, but the second you touched me there, my insides kind of went nuts... I think I really liked it, it kind of set me off somehow." Colin smiled thoughtfully. As the boys pulled apart, they took their time, and let the warm water rinse them clean, and then they finally climbed out of the shower. They dried off with a fluffy soft cotton towel, and then borrowing a comb, Colin ran it through his hair and shook his head to settle his blond, beach boy hair. The boys pulled on some clothes, and feeling physically drained, and more than a little hungry, they headed downstairs to the kitchen. Chad's mom had left four huge sweetrolls out on the counter for them, which they heated up in the microwave, and then quickly devoured. After they had satisfied their appetites, and felt a little rested, they headed outside to the front porch, and stood for a moment, basking in the already warm morning sunshine. They fiddled around with Colin's skateboard for a little while in the driveway, and in the street in front of the house for time. "Wanna do something else?" Colin asked, after awhile. "Ya. I was just thinking about that myself." Chad answered. "You have any ideas?" Colin looked over at his older friend, considering. "Well... I was wondering if you wanted to, maybe work on that old motorcycle in the garage!?" The boy suggested. Chad looked over at his young friend. The old motorcycle. Chad had showed it to the boy a few days earlier. It was kind of disassembled, on a stand and in various parts and pieces, long ago tucked away in boxes in the back of the garage. It had belonged to Chad's father, back in the day, when he was still alive. They had been working on it together. Trying to restore the old Triumph street machine to it's former glory. But... When Chad's father had passed away three years ago, the project seemed to have died along with him. Chad didn't have the heart, or the will to continue with it on his own. It was something that they had been doing together. A thirteen year old boy and his dad, and it had never felt right somehow, to continue after his father was gone. The older boy stood stoically, remembering back to those times. "Sorry..." He heard Colin say, in a soft voice at his side. His mind returned to the present, and he looked over at his friend, who was standing right along side of him. "Sorry..." The boy repeated. "I, I didn't mean to make you feel sad." The boy put his hand gently on Chad's arm, and smiled apologetically at him. "No. No that's alright bro." Chad offered, with a soft smile of his own He looked at the younger boy thoughtfully. He knew that Colin had lost his own dad when he was only two years old. He had never even really gotten to know his father, let alone do things with him, like building something together. Chad could feel a tightening in his throat as he gazed at his younger friend. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then looking back up at Colin, he beamed a warm smile. "Come on." he said, tugging on the boy's elbow. "Let's go take a look at it..." The boys opened up the door to the garage, and turning on the lights, they went inside to the back, and the large workbench against the rear wall. Chad reached out, and grabbed the old dusty canvas that covered the motorbike, pulling it off of the standing frame and motor. Chad just stood and stared at it for a moment. The old bike was a vintage, 1959 Triumph Bonneville T120, remarkably well preserved. The younger boy looked at it for a long moment, and then glanced over and saw an almost sad expression on Chad's face. The boy raised his arm, reaching up and around, he put on his hand softly on the older boy's shoulder. "It looks really cool." He said, with a gentle smile. "It must have been fun... Working on it with your dad..." Chad looked at the floor a moment, then back up at the bike. "It was." He answered quietly. "It really was..." With Colin at his side, the boys stooped in front of it, and together began checking out the bike, the older boy pointing out the various things that he and his father had worked on, and rebuilt, way back when. The old bike had a parallel two cylinder 649cc motor, that Chad and his father had worked long and hard on, to restore to it's original condition. A custom bike shop in Los Angeles had even machined some of the parts, to clean them up. Chad seemed happy, the more he talked about the old bike and the work they'd done on it, and Colin listened with rapt interest, asking intelligent questions, and enjoying the older boys enthusiastic answers. They broke out several old milk crates full of parts, and laid them out carefully. Suddenly Chad came across a large, unopened package. He looked over the label, and saw that it had come from a paint and chrome shop. And the shipping label was past dated some three years ago. It had arrived some time after Chad's father had passed away; and in all the turmoil, it got stored unopened, out here with the rest of the old bike. Chad placed the large parcel on the workbench, and carefully opened it up. There were three individually wrapped pieces inside. Chad and Colin unwrapped the two smaller ones; and they turned out to be the large metal Triumph tank emblems. One each for the left and right side of the tank. Both were freshly chromed with gold script, and sparkled like new in the light. "Whoa..." Colin breathed, glancing at Chad. "Those look cool... The older boy nodded, and grinned. They were the original emblems, that he and his dad had sent off to be re-chromed. "They did a great job on these." Chad stated. "Id forgotten all about them." Chad looked at the large wrapped item, still in the box. An excited expression crossed his face. "I wonder if that means..." He pondered, reaching into the box. "This must be the missing gas tank." "Missing?" Colin asked. "Ya. Dad wanted to get it repainted like the original, but I didn't know he'd sent it out. We couldn't decide on what color to paint it. They made it in two colors back then. Pearl Gray over Blue, or Pearl Gray over Tangerine. My dad wanted the blue, and I wanted the tangerine. I never knew he'd even sent it out..." Sitting on a stool at the workbench, and holding the wrapped tank in his hands, Chad got a pensive look on his face, as the memory of it flooded back to him. "Open it up..." Colin suggested. With some hesitation, the older boy fumbled with the wrapping paper; and as he peeled it back, his eyes opened wide with surprise. There it was. A beautifully painted gas tank, in Pearl Gray over Tangerine. There was a catch in Chad's throat, and his eyes watered slightly. His dad had chosen the color that he'd picked. Colin looked at his friend, and he understood the older boy's emotional response. He stepped up closely behind him, and wrapped his arms around Chad's neck, hugging him warmly, and resting their heads together. Several tears slid slowly down Chad's cheek as he thought about his father's final gift to him. Young Colin continued to hug him, gently supporting his older friend, as he sat quietly for a minute. At length, Chad wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and turning his head toward Colin, he smiled, and kissed the boy softly on the cheek. "Thanks..." He breathed. Colin furtively wiped a tear from his own eye, and smiled appreciatively at Chad. "It looks really good." He praised softly. "You should put it on the bike." Chad looked at him again, with a kind smile. "Ya. Let's you and me do that." He replied. Standing, the boys moved over to the frame and engine. They gathered a small packet of bolts, and worked at installing the tank back onto the frame. It went on easily, and gave the motorbike a much more finished look. The boys worked on the bike all afternoon, stopping only briefly for lunch. At five, Chad's mother pulled into the driveway, and getting out of the car, she noticed the light on in the garage. She stepped to the open door and peered inside. Her hand went to her mouth, as she gazed in surprise at her son, crouched alongside his young friend Colin, both of them working on the long abandoned project. Her eyes watered as well. It reminded her of the times that Chad and his father had crouched there, doing the same thing, trying to restore that damn old Triumph. With a huge smile, she walked into the garage, and marveled at the sight of her son, as he dutifully instructed the younger boy about installing the front fender. The boy's spent quite a few hours, over the next few weeks; happily working on the motorbike together. It was really starting to look like a classically restored vintage bike. Chad was a stickler for details, ever with an artists eye, he would remove any nut or bolt with the slightest bit of rust or corrosion on it, to either clean it up or replace it. And with all the work the boys did, and the work Chad and his father had done years before, the wonderfully restored paint and chrome, and a freshly reupholstered seat, the bike was looking almost factory fresh. Even Colin's mom had helped. She had serched, and actually found an original part that the boys needed to replace, on eBay of all places. She bought it from a collector in England, and offered it as a gift to Chad. She had also become quite good friends with Chad's mother, and she was more than happy at the strong friendship that had grown between the two youngsters. The boy's did run into a little mechanical trouble with the bike at one point, but Chad's mother knew of someone, an older man who used to be a bike mechanic back in his day. With a few hours help from him, those problems were easily resolved, and the motorbike slowly neared completion. The boy's focus and interest had been pretty much on the bike most of the time during those weeks, but that didn't stop them from taking a break to enjoy their other hobbies. They would drop down to the skate park periodically, or spend some time on the beach, sunning and swimming in the Pacific. And lets not forget their other shared hobby. Masturbation. For Colin, like most twelve year olds, it became a source of frequent pleasure. When he was home at night alone in his bed, he would explore, and thoroughly enjoy himself. And the times he spent the night with Chad, the two boys played erotically long into the night. And that time in the shower with Chad, when the older boy had fondled his little pink grommet, that had also inspired him. And from time to time, he would probe and wiggle his spit covered finger around his boy opening while he jerked off; at times even inserting it a knuckle or two. Colin spent quite a few nights sleeping over at Chad's house as well. It was summer after all, and as the boys were spending so much time together working on the motorbike, it just made things simpler. The boys always slept in the same bed of course, and with a knowing look, or a cagey smile, one or the other of them would initiate their fun little play session. They enjoyed jerking each other off, and would often lay on top of one another, humping and grinding their hips together. It always seemed to be a special sensation to cum against the heated, sweaty belly of the other boy. It was innocent fun, exciting, stimulating and intriguingly naughty. But more than anything it was intimate, making their friendship unique and special. Late on Friday, a parcel was delivered to the house. It contained special engine oil, and other hydraulic type fluids that Chad had ordered for the bike. The big moment was almost here, and on Saturday they would fill it up, and make final adjustments. The boys were fairly excited that night, giddy with anticipation, and looking forward to try and fire up the old classic motorbike the next morning. And adding more excitement to the mix, the boys were home alone. Chad's mom, along with Colin's mother had driven the twenty or so miles into Los Angeles, to see a play at the Pantages Theater, and they wouldn't get back till very late. The boys had already gone up to Chad's bedroom, and had long since stripped off to their underwear. They were lying side by side, propped up against the pillows on the bed as they watched Chad's small flat screen TV; and they shared a bowl of blackberry ice cream. Colin glanced over tentatively at the older boy. "So... What's a 'blow job' like?" The boy asked suddenly, and quite out of the blue. "What?" Chad nearly choked on his ice cream, furrowing his eyebrows at the sudden question. He smiled then as he looked at Colin "You know..." Colin blushed. "I mean... Have you ever like, had one?" he wondered. "No." Chad answered honestly. "Why are you suddenly asking about that?" The younger boy shrugged indecisively at his side. "I don't know. I was just curious is all..." Colin reached across Chad's chest and scooped up a spoonful of ice cream from the bowl that the older boy was holding. As he pulled it back, a big glob of it fell off the spoon and dropped sloppily onto the older boy's bare chest. Surprised, Colin started to giggle. "Dude..." Chad scolded playfully. "Get that off of me, it's friggin cold." Colin looked at him, still giggling, then tentatively reached the spoon over to try and scoop it up. He stopped short though, and with a mischievous little smile and a suggestive look, he leaned over and licked the melting cream from Chad's bare skin. Chad looked at him with an amused expression on his face, and then he smiled slyly as a thought occurred to him. Taking his own spoon now, Chad intentionally spilled several drops of melting ice cream onto his own chest, near his right nipple. He raised his eyebrows suggestively hinting at Colin. The boy giggled again, and leaning over, he playfully licked the droplets away, tickling the older boy's nipple with his tongue. A new game it seemed, had begun. Chad smiled naughtily, and scooped up more of the soft ice cream onto the spoon. Moving it downward, he hovered the spoon teasingly over the younger boy's flat belly. Glancing up at the younger boy, he tipped the spoon, spilling some of the cold melting cream into the depression of Colin's belly button. Colin giggled at the chilly sensation. "Hey," he said with an accusing grin, as he pointed to his naval. "Fix it..." Chad leaned over him with a big smile, and like a kitten, he lapped up the melting cream, playfully tonguing the youngsters innie of a belly button. The boy shivered slightly at the delightful feel of it. Already Chad could see the firm tent pole, stretching the front of boy's bright white cotton briefs. "Ha, ha..." He teased. "Got you hard..." "Oh ya," Colin said, looking down at Chad's underwear. "What's that then?" Indeed, the older boy had sprung a woody as well. Colin grinned knowingly, and feeling a little excited now, he reached down to give his own stiff boyhood an effectionate squeeze. Knowing that this would lead to the boys jacking off, the formerly shy Colin wasted no time in stripping off his underpants. With his palm, he gently started to rub his four and a quarter inch tumescent tube, causing his firm boylike shaft to twitch once or twice. Colin watched as Chad quickly joined him, slipping out of his boxer briefs, exposing his now familiar, and rigid boy length. Wanting to continue their little game, Colin decided to tease his older friend, and he dipped his finger into the ice-cream bowl, that rested between them now on the bed. Slowly and with a great showman like flourish, he lowered his finger to his crotch, and wiped the sticky ice cream onto his own wrinkled foreskin, then he raised his eyebrows, as if daring Chad. "Fix it..." he said again with a boyish giggle. "What the hell was that..?" Chad laughed. "You think I won't?" The younger boy grinned and shook his head no. "Really?" Chad replied, as he shifted his position on the bed, and leaned his head over the boy's mid section. He smiled broadly, as this was all intriguingly new territory. He looked closely at Colin's youthful erection. It was so awesome to look at, firmly on display only inches away from his face. The fleshy shaft was rigid, hovering just above the boy's nearly bare pubic mound, and Chad could easily make out the cherrylike shape of Colin's glans, wrapped snuggly under the thin cloak of his boyish foreskin. Chad shivered with excitement as he studied the little blue veins, branching out behind the thin curtain of taut boy flesh, and he watched as some of the melted ice cream dripped, and fell away onto the youngster's pubic rise. It was totally hot, and quite arousing. He looked up at Colin, who in turn, was staring down with eager anticipation on his face, though he never thought for a second that Chad would actually do it. The older boy returned his gaze to the boy's naked maypole. He leaned in closely, and he could smell the delicate and pleasant scent of the boy's naked flesh, it was oddly intoxicating. Chad closed his eyes for a moment wanting to savor it, this clean young boy musk. Ever so softly, his nose brushed against the soft underside of Colin's straining boy tube, which instantly twitched upward again, aroused by the contact. Chad heard a surprised little moan, then a quiet whimper escaped the younger boy's throat, and he could feel Colin shudder with delight. His eyes were still closed, as he brushed his nose, and lips softly over Colin's warm member. God the skin was so incredibly soft... So tender... Chad opened his eyes, and he let the warm exhale of his breath wash gently over young Colin's penis and testicles, which caused the younger boy to sigh loudly again. He looked at the gathering of bunched skin covering the boy's shapely knob, still dripping with a little daub of melting ice cream. Trembling slightly, but with great anticipation Chad pushed his tongue out, leaned forward and licked the rubbery flesh of the boy's foreskin. Colins eyes were wide with surprise. He watched as Chad licked him clean. And after the mild ice cream taste was gone, Chad was savoring the almost indescribable taste of pubescent boy skin. It was unique, inticing, and most certainly a delightful surprise. Both boys shivered excitedly after the sexual contact. Colin's eyes stayed wide open with surprise, and he had propped himself up on his elbows, letting his head fall back with the pure pleasure of it. "Shit Chad... That felt so awesome... I, I really didn't think you'd do it..." But that was just the beginning. He suddenly felt Chad's fingers gently grasp his boy tube, and slowly peel back his thin foreskin. The boy looked down quickly to see his exposed purple tip, just as it disappeared between Chad's moist, parted lips. Instantly the sensational feelings intensified, as his glans was encased in the rich, warm wetness of the older boy's mouth. Colin whimpered delightedly at this incredibly new, and raw sensation. Chad was actually sucking on his dickhead! AWESOME..... He could feel the older boy's tongue swirl over, and wash around it. Colin's hips jerked as this wild new experience unfolded. "Oh geezus......" He whimpered loudly, "Oh geezus..." As Chad's tongue seemed to probe into his pee slit, and then it tickled the soft spot just under his glans, where it connected the shaft. The feeling was so intense that even his anal ring seemed to clench when his hips raised, and his butt cheeks tightened with intense pleasurable resistance. Chad, could sense the youngsters arousal, since the boy's penis seemed to pulse and throb in his mouth several times. Chad repositioned himself now, crawling over, and kneeling between Colin's slightly spread legs. His hands slid under the boy's firm buttocks and he gently lifted the youngster's hips upward as he continued to suckle the boy's firm penis. Colin writhed pleasurably beneath him. He squirmed, and emitted little chirps of pleasure as Chad slipped wetly up and down his youthful shaft. "Shit Chad.... Oh shit, oh shit..." He breathed, feeling tingles build deep within him. After a minute or two, Chad slipped the wet prong out of his mouth, and he began nuzzling, gently kissing and licking down the full length of the boy's splendidly warm shaft. He buried his nose in Colin's soft warm scrotum, wiggling and fondling the loose skin of his sac, and it's precious spherical cargo. Colin was totally at his mercy. He had never felt anything like this before, and almost instinctively he drew his knees up a little and spread them out to the sides, exposing all of himself. Chad continued to suckle the boy's soft pouch, rolling Colin's testicles on his tongue. Then he moved downward, licking the boy's perineum, the soft tender space between ball sac and rosy anus. Chad had no idea what he was doing really, this was all totally new, and certainly unexpected. He had simply given in to his own excited hormones... And, Colin's boylike moans, and enthusiastic squirming had spurred him onward. The skater boy's hands and arms moved about, clutching and tangling in bed sheets, and then in Chad's hair. His own excited droplets of precum rolled from his reddened, and slightly swollen pee slit. He had never been so completely stimulated like this before. Chad stroked the boy's tube with his fingers, while he continued to bathe Colin's hanging ball sac with his wet tongue. He moved even lower now, and he could faintly detect the gentle tang of the boy's clean pink anus. It wasn't what he'd expected. There was nothing nasty about it, nothing off putting. It was more of a sensuous boy musk. He breathed it in pensively, further aroused by the sweaty sweet smell of it. He touched his tongue gently to the pink ring, and watched the little grommet clench tightly like the shutter of a camera lens. Colin squirmed wildly at the contact. "Oh god.... Oh man." The boy moaned. Chad had no reservations about lingering there, testing the soft opening several times with his tongue, but then he wanted to feel the boy's heated spike in his mouth again. Chad stuck his middle finger into his mouth, coating it liberally in saliva, and then he gently placed it at Colin's rear entrance. He wiggled it around for a moment, lubricating and teasing the tight pink ring. With a mild push, he entered the boy's hot pucker with his probing finger tip, and at the same time, he lifted his head to take Colin's turgid boy tool back into his mouth. He could taste the salty sweet juice of the boy's surprisingly plentiful, and unexpected precum; which was coating the boy's warm, quivering member. It tasted wonderful. Though it most certainly was his first experience, giving or receiving head, he did his very best to make his young friend happy. And from the delighted squeals, moans and grunts, he must have been doing a great job. He continued sucking, and stroking Colin's boy bits, while his moist finger disappeared repeatedly in and out of Colin's tight, welcoming boy hole. Colin moaned, and continued to squirm, as his toes curled and splayed imploringly. His thighs tightened, filling with the pre-orgasmic rush of endorphins, and his feet banged against Chad's hips. It was all too much to take... Chad's finger was pumping into his willing anus, amazing feelings were coursing through his body, and he couldn't hold out any longer. Suddenly the boy lost all body control. His pubescent penis engorged, the shiny purple ridge of his glans expanded, and the fireworks started. His young penis spat out surprising amounts of youthful boy spunk. Sticky pulses of immature seminal fluid erupted from his organ. Chad took it all. Savoring the sticky sweetness, this boy nectar spurting into his mouth. And the erotic nature of the whole encounter caused him to start losing his own baby batter in the next instant. He rolled forward, lying across Colin's hot, sweat dampened body, humping into him as pearlescent jets of cum shot forcefully from his throbbing teenage tube, and washed over the younger boy's sweaty lean torso. There was the sound of heavy breathing in the room, and low contended moans. The deep labored breaths eventually shallowed into restful bliss, as the boys lay there for many minutes, seemingly unable to move, and not really wanting to. Their hot sweaty bodies rested comfortably together. It had been a most unexpected, and totally amazing event. Both boys reveled quietly in the grand experience. as their naked bodies remained molded together. It was something neither would ever forget. Minutes passed in contented silence. "Thanks...." Colin whispered finally. "That was... That was unbelievable... Whoa, I can't believe we just did that." After a long while, they got up to take a long, and much needed shower, and Chad changed the soiled sheets on his bed, before the boys finally collapsed back on top of it, falling asleep as they snuggled lovingly up to one another. The next morning, sun filtered brightly through Chad's open window. A fresh breeze ruffled the thin curtains, and the blue skis were already warmed with the early sun. Seems it never rains in Southern California. You know that. At least that's what the song declares. The boys were already up, and had quickly slammed down some breakfast. They were anxious to finish up the motorbike today, excited to see if it would even start. Chad opened up the garage, and they got started. They filled the crank case with the specially purchased synthetic oil, and then topped off all the other fluid reservoirs on the bike. They spent over three hours making the final adjustments, and inspecting every last detail of the classic 1959 Triumph motorbike. And then it was finished. Chad stood back, and looked meaningfully at the fully restored, classic road machine. A project started long ago with his father, and now at long last finished, with the help and encouragement his best friend, Colin. He looked over at the younger boy, standing quietly at his side. Colin looked back at him, and put his arm around the older boy's waist, smiling up at him. "You did it..." He said proudly. "We did it, Colin... We did it." He turned and wrapped his arms around the twelve year old in a sincere gesture of friendship, gratitude, and love. The boy returned the meaningful embrace. "Well... Let's see if it starts." Colin encouraged, excitedly. Chad nodded, and they rolled the motorbike out into the sun washed driveway. The new chrome sparkled in the bright sunlight, and the beautiful new pearlescent paint shined with deep luster. Chad's mother came out of the house, a broad smile on her face. She stepped off the porch and walked over to the boys as she looked at the motorbike. "Oh Chad... Your father would be so proud of you." She smiled almost tearfully as she hugged her son. "Ok, ok, break it up..." Colin grinned after a long moment. "Let's start this puppy up!" "Right!" Chad responded, stepping away from his mother. A look of excited anticipation on his face. He walked to the bike and turned the petcock valve to open, letting the fresh gas flow into the carburetor. He adjusted a few other settings, made sure it was in neutral and then swung the kick start pedal into position. Chad glanced at his mother, who smiled back at him. Then he looked at Colin, who had a huge grin on his face, and the boy gave him a thumbs up. Chad smiled warmly at his best friend. Putting his foot up on the kick start, he took in a deep breath and snapped his leg downward. The pedal was stiff, and it came back up with no results. Another firm kick from the sixteen year old, and the back pressure in the exhaust pipes made a slight throaty popping sound. The older boy looked over at Colin, who nodded encouragement to him. Chad could feel himself shaking with nervous excitement, and gathering his weight he snapped down on the kick starter again. There was a brief dull thump'a thump from the engine. Chad breathed in again, and gave it another brisk kick... The motor caught, stumbled a bit, and then thundered to life. A deep throated rumble from the exhaust pipes. "YES..." Colin yelled, thrusting his fist into the air and leaping up excitedly from the ground. A huge grin spread Chad's lips, and he looked at his young friend who was jumping excitedly up and down as the motorbike rumbled with authority. He glanced at his mother, who had happy tears in her eyes, and he smiled fondly at her. Chad revved the motor, and it's deep rumble sounded solid and wonderful. He got off the bike, adjusted the idle screw, and let it idle in the driveway to warm up. Colin clapped him excitedly on the shoulder, and they exchanged a high five, grinning happily. This would be yet another moment to remember. The boys checked over the motorbike. Everything looked good. There were no leaks, no odd vibrations, no rattles. The 1959 Triumph T120 purred as confidently as it had when it was manufactured in England all those years ago... Chad got back on the bike, and pulling in the clutch he dropped it into gear. He looked at his mother, who nodded at him. Easing the clutch out, he felt it engage and the bike rolled forward into the street. With care for the newly renovated engine, Chad rumbled slowly down the road, up shifting smoothly as the motor purred and rumbled beneath him. "Yeah." Chad shouted as the bike motored cleanly along. He cruised around the block, and when he returned a minute later, he stopped in front of the driveway. A tremendous smile on his face. "Well..." He said, looking at Colin. "You coming, or what...?" The twelve year old grinned huge, and ran out to the motorbike. He flipped down the passenger pegs, and carefully slid his leg over the seat. He was tucked tightly to Chad's back, and he put his hands up on the older boy's shoulders. "Hang on." Chad told him with a warm smile, as he put the bike into gear. Colin wrapped his arms firmly around the older boy's waist, and with a smooth deep roar, the motorbike thundered off down the street... * * * Epilogue * * * Time passes. And eventually all boys grow up. Sad perhaps, that many of those boys lose the joys and wonder of their childhood. Becoming obsessed with their new lives as an adult. Some of them, almost forgetting the experiences that made them who they are... But some, remember always, those most joyful day's of their youth. The young man closed the front door of his beautiful house, not far off the beach in an affluent suburb of San Diego. The house was modest, but very, very nice none the less. He had just come home, with his live in fiancé, having gone out for dinner, a nice evening in town. The young woman went upstairs, to get ready for bed, but he had wandered into the kitchen and flipped on the lights, grabbing a cold drink from the fridge. The young man had a nice look about him, fairly handsome with the same lean, healthy build of most twenty three year olds. He glanced briefly through his mail, and then walked toward the back of the house, opening up the doors to his studio. The high ceilinged room was comfortably appointed, with a nice large desk, surrounded by bookcases with various journals and classic art books. There was a comfortable couch and chair just off from the desk, and the rest of the room was set up to accommodate the young man's profession. The studio part was set up with a large drawing table and all the many sundries and paraphernalial that he needed to do his work. There was a large rack, holding blank canvases of all sizes, and an area set up for large plaster moldings, and castings. He stood at the drafting table for a moment, looking over his latest project; a commissioned piece by a well know player on the San Diego Charges professional football team. It was coming along nicely. The young man had found a lot of success as an artist, his pieces now bringing in thousands of dollars. He was well known in the art community, and even at his young age, he had established quite a name for himself. He carefully examined the pen and ink drawing, and took a sip of his cold drink. There was a woman's voice calling to him from somewhere down the hallway. "Honey... Are you coming up to bed?" "Be there in a moment..." He replied in a pleasant voice. He flipped off the light above the drawing table, and turned for the door. Stopping for a moment, he looked at a large framed drawing, hanging on the wall above his desk. A soulful smile spread his lips, as a wonderful memory came to his mind. He reached out, and leveled the frame a bit, then smiled fondly at it once again. With that, he turned and left the room. Making sure the front door was locked, he started to go upstairs, but he stopped for a moment, and opened up the door into the garage. Turning on the overhead light, he stood reminiscing in the doorway. In it's own space, on the far side of the three car garage, was a vintage, 1959 Triumph motorbike, in splendid condition. He had been offered a ton of money for it, by a collector of such bikes; but this was something he would never sell. It meant the world to him. It always had. He switched off the light to the garage and walked back toward the stairs, glancing once again through the open door to his studio. He smiled again at the drawing on the wall. It was his favorite piece of any that he had ever done. With a loving smile he turned, and headed upstairs. The wonderful framed drawing on the wall was that of a beautiful naked boy, lounging peacefully in an arm chair. In the upper right hand corner, filling a third of the piece, there was an amazing portrait of the boy, smiling angelically amidst a flurry of his long blond hair. * * * * * As for Colin; the youngster is enrolled as a freshman at USC now, taking undergraduate courses in, of all things, Art Sciences. A subject that he had been lovingly introduced to, by his best friend, several years earlier. His blond hair is a little shorter now, and he lives on campus in one of the dorms, with a roommate who has a secret crush on him. Hanging proudly on his dorm room wall, is the most wonderfully detailed, framed drawing of himself as a boy, skateboarding on Venice Beach. It was drawn for him, back when he was only twelve, by his best friend Chad. The two boys, remain the best of friends to this very day. And just so you know; Colin is as cute today as he had been at twelve, when he was one of the young Skateboarders of Venice Beach... The End Comments appreciated at; about.a.boy@hotmail.com Find my other stories in the Prolific Authors section, under the same name, About A Boy. Thanks. Also, If you are able, please help support the Nifty Website, to keep it up and running. The Web Master does a lot of work, maintaining and posting stories for your enjoyment. There is expense incurred as well, and it shouldn't come out of his pocked as well! You get to enjoy these stories, solely due to his efforts. Where else will you find such a forum as this, to appreciate stories of this nature? It reality, it truly is, supporting the Arts. Thanks...