Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 14:36:54 -0800 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Skateboarder Of Venice Beach Chapter One (Revised) ( Story Updaded / Edited ) *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 Skateboarder of Venice Beach Chapter One I guess there's just something special about Venice Beach, in southern California. Perhaps it's the endless stretch of soft white sand, or the long boardwalk filled with a multitude of sights, sounds and attractions. Maybe it's the cloudless sunny days, kept remarkably comfortable by the gentle breeze coming off the water. Or the interesting mix of people as they partake of their daily fare; body builders, tourists, artists, or the local surfers and beachgoers all out to enjoy their day in the California sun. Whatever it is, there certainly seems to be plenty of it, and the boardwalk is always a bustle of activity. Chad had stopped at one of the local vendors near the pier, to buy his daily jumbo hotdog, which he smothered liberally in onions and mustard. He was a local boy, and fairly shy. He was perhaps a bit of a loner, who seemed to prefer his own company, as apposed to hanging out with other kids his age who were far too into themselves. Chad had just turned sixteen, and hanging out near the beach was one of his near daily routines. He was a fairly gifted boy, with an amazing talent as an artist, and the area near the beach afforded him some great opportunities to draw. Not only that, but he was frequently able to sell his finished renderings to the many tourists who had come there to spend money. A good looking kid, Chad had shorter soft brown hair, and his pale blue eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight as he made his way down the walk, with his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder. He was only of average height for his young age, about five foot seven or so, but he was lean and tan, and looked every bit like he belonged on the California beach. Standing for a moment, his eyes scanned the beach looking for something interesting that he might draw. Finding little that intrigued him today, he continued on to another area where he had been spending a lot of time lately with his drawing tablet; the local Venice Beach skateboard park. He hopped the small railing that surrounded the skate area, and moved to his usual spot, a bench that was close to one of the concrete bowls within the skating area. His eyes wandered, looking for someone who interested him. Even at this early hour there were dozens of skater boys whisking around the park. Sounds filled the air, like the crisp clack of skate wheels landing after jumps, and the subtle hiss they made, as they rolled across the smooth concrete surface. Youngsters of all ages speeding around the various slopes, mounds, and levels of the skate park, each of them trying to time their runs to avoid collision with another skater. It didn't always work out that way of course. Chad spotted, and locked his attention on one boy in particular. He had seen the boy there on a number of his other visits, and in fact he had drawn him several times. The other boy was about twelve years old. He was cute as a button, and Chad just sat and watched him skate for awhile, before pulling out his drawing tablet. The boy was lean, yet athletic looking. He had longish dark blond hair, with natural highlights which flowed from beneath the shiny blue skate helmet that he was wearing. The kid was wearing gray Nike board shorts, and he had already doffed his tee shirt, revealing his bare, smoothly tanned torso. Chad smiled, as he watched the young cutie scream around the bowl, leap off the steps, and kick flip his board just before he landed smoothly with a loud clack at the bottom. Chad noticed that the youngster seemed to be skating alone again. He always was, even though a few of the other boys seemed to know him, they didn't appear to be friends. The boy whisked by him again, hanging his rear wheels for a moment on the lip of the bowl. The kid was pretty good, and Chad smiled and shook his head, knowing that he could certainly never do those tricks himself. After several minutes, the young skater boy lipped out of the bowl, coming to a quick stop only a few feet away from where Chad was sittling. "Hey..." The boy said casually, flashing an easy white toothed grin at him. Chad smiled back, nodding his head at the younger boy. "Hey." He responded back, in informal greeting. The boy turned, spun his board and lifted his arm for balance, as he prepared to drop back into the bowl. Chad looked at the boy's sleek bare torso. The youngster stood just shy of five foot tall, and his body was essentially hairless, even his young armpits were smooth as silk. Chad found himself quietly intrigued by the younger boy, just as he had been since he had first noticed him several weeks earlier. The youngster was wearing low cut Nike socks, that barely came above his bright blue DC skate shoes, and Chad, with an artists eye for detail, noticed the small colorfully braided anklet that the boy wore around his left ankle. As the skater boy dropped over the edge, Chad could only smile at the sweet look of the little blond moppet. Flipping open his tablet, he began to draw the boy, watching him frequently with an observant eye, to capture the subtle nuances of the boy's sweet appearance. Nearly half an hour passed, and Chad smiled at his drawing, thinking he had captured the boy quite nicely. He set the pad aside, and just watched as the youngster glided around the park almost effortlessly on his skateboard. The blond youngster swooped down into the bowl, and suddenly he had to swerve to avoid crashing headlong into another older skater. His swerve took him off balance, and he took a rough tumble onto the unforgiving concrete, just below where Chad sat watching. "Owe, shit..." The boy winced, as he tumbled and slid to a stop, sitting now on the rough concrete surface. "Screw you dude..." The blond kid called out after the other skater who he had just avoided colliding with. The guy had just skated off, not bothering to say sorry, or even checking to see if the blond kid was ok. Chad watched anxiously from above, as the youngster picked himself up and limped painfully to retrieve his board. He ambled toward the edge, to climb out of the bowl, and get out of other peoples way. When the boy reached the lip, Chad reached over and offered him a hand up and out of the concrete bowl. "Thanks..." The boy responded, with his soft boyish voice. "Sure dude, no problem. Are you okay?" Chad asked with genuine concern. "Ya.... I guess." The little blond said, as he turned his arm over to examine a small scrape above his elbow." He took a tender step toward the bench, and then sat down near Chad's drawing tablet. The older boy sat on the other side, simply watching the young skater. The kid slipped off his low cut skate shoe, and began to rub the top of his foot, and then he peeled off his ankle sock to examine it more closely. "You sure you're ok?" Chad asked again, as he fixed his gaze on the boy's small smooth foot. "Uh-huh... Just a little stinger I think. But thanks for asking." The boy replied with a little appreciative smile. "Hey, my name's Colin by the way. I've seen you around here a lot lately." The youngster commented, which surprised the older boy. "Ya... Uh, I've see you here too. I'm Chad, by the way." And he reached out to bump fists with the younger boy. Then he fished in his backpack, and pulled out a cold can of Pepsi. "Here..." He said, offering it to Colin. "It's cold, hold that against your foot for a minute or two." "Oh, yeah thanks..." The youngster said, as he took the cold can and held it awkwardly on the top of his foot. "So... You live around here someplace?" Chad asked, making conversation as he looked at the boy's dazzling green eyes. "Uh-huh. Just a half mile or so up the road." The boy told him, just as he dropped the can of Pepsi. Chad reached down quickly and retrieved it. "Can I help you with that?" He offered, nodding at the boy's bare foot. "Uhh... Ya sure, I guess." Colin replied hesitantly, stretching his leg out closer to the other boy. Chad reached out and gently took the boy's small soft foot in his hand; holding the cold can against it. He could still feel the pleasant moist warmth coming from the smooth skin of the sockless boy's foot. Colin watched him intently, as the older boy rolled, and gently slid the cold wet can across the top of his injured foot. After a minute, the older boy set the can on the bench, and softly rubbed his fingers over the tender cold spot, and he examined the boy's foot. "Looks ok..." He offered "How's it feeling?" "Pretty good." The youngster told him, with a soft smile. "So, I've never seen you with a skateboard here. Just that thing..." The boy said, indicating the drawing tablet. "Oh... Yeah, I don't really board. But I love to draw stuff." Chad said. "Like what?" Colin asked with a curious smile. "Just stuff... You know, what ever interests me I guess." "Can I see?" The youngster wondered. Chad colored a little, as if embarrassed. He picked up his tablet, and glancing at the boy, he opened it for him. The youngster looked at the first few drawings, his eyes wide with surprise, at how good they were. Chad skipped a page as he thumbed through the tablet. "Wait, what's that one..?" The little blond asked. Chad reluctantly flipped back a page, and Colin's eyes opened really wide this time. "Whoa...." He breathed delightedly. "That's me..." He looked up at Chad, then back down to the drawing. "That's flippen' awesome..." He barked. Examining the drawing closely. "I mean... Holy crap, that's really, really good." The drawing was a wonderful portrait of the boy, up in the air, arms out with his knees drawn up near his chest, executing a nifty little kick flip with his board. And to Colin's amazement, the face in the drawing was so detailed that it almost looked like a photograph; of him. The boy looked back up at Chad, who seemed a bit embarrassed about it. "Dude, you're good! How do you do that?" The older boy only smiled softly as he shrugged. "I don't know. It's just always been easy for me." Chad answered. "Kinda' like skateboarding is for you. I just have an eye for detail I guess." Colin was staring at the drawing again, shaking his head with amazement, as he pondered the drawing. "So, how old are you? About twelve or so, I'm guessing." Chad asked, eyeing the sweet little blond boy. "Yup." The kid replied. "Almost thirteen. What about you?" "I just turned sixteen, earlier this month." Chad told him. "Oh... Happy birthday dude." The youngster responded with a youthful smile. And the two boys sat for nearly half an hour, just chatting casually with each other about summer vacations, the beach, skating, and about Chad's interest in drawing. At length Colin reached into his pocket, and grabbed the bandless watch that he had there to check the time. "Awe man... I gotta' head home." He grumbled, and he began hurriedly pulling his ankle sock back on, then slipped gently back into his skate shoe. He stood from the bench and looked at Chad with a small smile. "Glad I met you." he said. "Thanks for, you know, the Pepsi. And for tending to my foot and all..." "Yeah, no problem bro. It was nice to finally meet you too." He smiled warmly at the younger boy. They bumped fists again, and Colin turned slowly and scooped up his skateboard. "Hey..." Chad called out to him. Colin turned back, to see Chad opening his drawing tablet. He peeled off the picture he had drawn of the boy, and rolling it carefully, he pulled a rubber band from his backpack and slipped it over the drawing. "Here... This is for you." He offered. "No shit? I can have that?" Colin beamed, as the older boy handed it to him. He grinned large again. "Thanks man, that's so awesome. Holy cow, thanks. Guess I'll see you around, ok..?" Chad nodded, and smiled up at him. The boy stepped on his board, and started rolling away. He stopped suddenly, and turned to come back to the bench. "Hey, do you like, have an email address?" He asked shyly. Chad nodded with a faint smile, and tearing off a bit of paper from his tablet, he wrote it out for the younger boy. With a grin, the skate kid pushed off on his board. He turned and waved back at Chad, with a big smile, as he raised the drawing to acknowledge the special gift once again. And with that, he rolled off down the boardwalk. Chad watched after him till he had rolled out of sight, and he sat there for awhile, thinking about the cute little blond haired skater kid. He was feeling some sort of connection to the youngster now, and as he sat there, he suddenly started thinking about how he had held the boy's small warm foot in his hand. He became aware of the gentle butterfly-like stirrings in his stomach. "Whoa..." He thought with a little smile, "I guess I really do like that kid..." Chad scooped up his drawing tablet and backpack, slinging it casually over his shoulder again as he stood and headed off towards the boardwalk, threading his way through the throng of tourists as they ambled along the walkway of Venice Beach. Half an hour later Chad arrived back at home, and dug his key out of his left front pocket. Once inside, he tossed his backpack casually on the entryway side table and snagged a cold apple from the fridge in the kitchen before finally heading upstairs to his bedroom. Kicking out of his shoes, he flopped back onto his bed, to relax for awhile. In time, he started to doze a little, and his thoughts quickly turned to Colin; his new young friend. With closed eyes, he could clearly imagine the boy's youthful visage. Must have been his artists attention to detail, but he could easily picture the kid's boyish face, and the smooth tanned curves of his pubescent body. Odd, he thought, as he began to dream. Waking suddenly an hour later, to the sound of his mother returning home from work, Chad realized instantly that he was lying there fully erect, and had the beginnings of a wet stain dampening the front of his shorts. "Oh man, what the hell..." He breathed aloud, and he suddenly remembered that his last thoughts had been of the cute skater boy from the park. "The hell..?" He wondered to himself. To this point in his life, his sexuality had only lingered somewhere in the depths of his mind. He thought girls were ok, but was never really driven to them. But... There was something about the kid from the skate park, that really seemed to interest him. He rolled off his bed, and crossed the room to his desk. Sitting down, he pulled out another one of his sketch books, and thumbed through his drawings. He had drawn two other sketches of the young skater boy, and he stared at them now. There were tender tingles in his gut as he looked at his drawings, and thought about the boy. "Fuckin' A..." He thought, as he reached down to squeeze his sixteen year old boy bits. Realizing again that he had leaked into his shorts while he had been dozing. Chad got up and walked into his bathroom. to clean up. He slipped out of his tank top, then pulled off his shorts and underwear, glancing at himself in the mirror as he did so. At sixteen, he probably wasn't someone who would be considered well endowed. He had a trim, fit body, but his boy junk was merely average at best. He might just be pushing four inches when flaccid, and maybe five and a half at full staff. He shook his head disappointedly. It had always embarrassed him that he was more than a little small growing up, always feeling a bit inferior to other boys his age, when occasionally someone teased him. Maybe that's why he was so shy around girls now, feeling that he couldn't match up. He stepped into the shower for a quick clean up, and as he dried himself afterward, he looked pensively at himself in the mirror again. Even his pubic hair was just a thin, light brown patch, that barely dusted his mound. He might easily be mistaken for a fourteen year old, he thought, as he stared at his reflection. Suddenly, out of the blue he began to wonder about his new young skate boarder friend Colin, and what he might look like down there. Probably has more than me, he thought. "Geeze Chad... You're turning into a real perv here." He mumbled softly to himself. He spent some time sitting at his desk, working on some of his drawings, and after awhile his mom called him down to supper. He ate quickly, and pretty much in silence, only engaging in small talk with his mom as they ate. After cleaning up the kitchen for his mom, Chad climbed the stairs back to his bedroom, and sat down at his desk again. He suddenly remembered something, and he flipped on his computer wondering if Colin might have emailed him. It was doubtful, he thought, but he had the curious urge to look anyway. He logged into his hotmail account, and much to his surprise, and odd delight; there was not one, but two emails from young Colin. He eagerly clicked open the first one. Anxious to see what it said. 'Chad', it read. 'Hey dude, thanks so much for the rad drawing you gave me. It's so cool. I found a frame, and I put it up on my wall already. It's awesome man... And so are you. I know I'm a lot younger and stuff, but I hope we can be friends. I mean, if you want to. See you down there again soon. Thanks again bro, for everything.' Chad smiled softly. The kid was really polite, and it felt like he might be a little lonely as well, wanting to become friends with the older boy. That was pretty cool though, he thought. Curious now, Chad returned to his inbox and clicked on the other email from the boy. It was sent about an hour ago, ten minutes after the first one. 'Chad, sorry to bug you again. I mean, if I am, please tell me ok. I was wondering if you had, like a web cam or anything. Maybe we could talk, if you wanted to. Let me know, kay... Colin.' Chad grinned again. The kid really did seem lonely, and also seemed to like him. He thought about it, and then remembered he did in fact have a web cam. One that he had never used. His mom had gotten it for him last Christmas, but hey, who would he use it with. He was as I mentioned, a bit of a loaner, and the few friends he did have wouldn't be interested in web chats. Chad rummaged through his closet, till he found the web cam, still in it's original packaging. He tore it open, and took several minutes to install it on his computer. Finally he clicked on Colin's email, and replied. 'Hey Colin, got your emails. I was happy to hear from you. How's the foot dude? Yes I have a webcam, so let me know, and we can hook up if you want to. Chad.' Then for some stupid reason, he even added a smiley face to the end of it. Then, thinking it stupid, he removed it, and sent his reply. It was only about five minutes later that Colin emailed him again. They made the necessary connections, and after a short time, the boys were chatting, live with the webcam. Chad was actually happy to see Colin, who was sitting at his desk in his bedroom. The youngster wasn't wearing a shirt, and it was weirdly intriguing to see the boy sitting there bare chested like that. The two boys chatted for about ten minutes, and Colin turned the camera so that Chad could see his drawing of the boy, framed and up on his wall. It made him feel really good, to know that the boy really liked the drawing. "I'll draw you again sometime, if you want me too." Chad offered. "Sure dude that'd be way cool." The boy replied with a grin. "I'd like that." They talked for several minutes longer, and then Colin's mom hollered at him through the door, that it was time for him to turn off his computer, and get ready for bed. The boys said goodnight to each other, and agreed to meet at the skate park the next day. Maybe they could even go to the beach or something. It all sounded like a good plan. Colin said he had to sign off, and just as he reached out to do that, he started to stand up from his desk. For half a second.... There was... The screen went dark, but Chad sat there staring at his empty screen. Had he really seen what he thought he had? Was that... Did that happen? Or was it wishful thinking? That half second as Colin had stood up from his chair... Was he? Had he been sitting there naked? Chad sat in his chair wondering about it for several minutes. He turned off his computer, and finally getting up from his desk he realized that he was sporting another hard on. A bit surprised, he went over and lay down on his bed. Softly he began rubbing his palm over the front of his shorts. His mind running wild, as weird thoughts of Colin came to his mind. Without really thinking about it, he flipped off his light, and stripped out of his shorts. The sixteen year old began stroking his warm erection. Working himself into a pleasant state, and of all things, fantasizing about being friends with the young skater boy. It was so odd, so wonderfully weird and odd... But he didn't seem to care. Meanwhile, several miles away, young Colin flicked off his bathroom light, having just finished washing up, and brushing his teeth for bed. He stuck his head out of the bathroom, peeking out into the hallway to be sure his mother wouldn't see him, and then naked, he darted back across the hall to his own bedroom. Growing up, it hadn't bothered him when his mom might have seen him nude, but in the last few months his body had entered those early stages of puberty; and just like that, he had become shy about being seen in the buff. Funny how most boys go through that shy stage. Colin quickly closed his bedroom door, locking it behind him. He glanced at his small body in the little mirror on the back of his door, studying himself for just a moment. He was a cute kid, certainly too young to really be called handsome. His body was lean, but clearly starting to develop. Beneath his mantle of blond hair, Colin had one of those cute boyish faces, with soft features and a small nose. And of course those wonderful green eyes; like iridescent pools of radiant light. The boy looked at the reflection of his developing boy parts with a curious smile. His young uncircumcised penis would measure three inches, if he were ever to put a ruler to it, and his developing testicles were floating freely below in his soft, smooth and completely bare scrotum. Gently, he slid his fingertip across his naked pubic mound, barley disturbing the half dozen or so silky pubic hairs that had started to show there; and he cocked his head to the side with a small smile, apparently satisfied with the onset of his pubescence. Colin flicked off his bedroom light then, and padded softly across the floor to his window, which he opened a bit to let some of the fresh cooler air circulate into the room. With that done, he crawled under the covers of his own soft bed, putting his arms up, with his fingers laced behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He began thinking about his day, and the chance meeting with Chad at the skate park. He thought about how the older boy had seemed really nice, and genuinely concerned about him when he had banged his foot. He thought about the way he had rubbed the cold can over the bruised area, and then had rubbed it gently as he examined it. It made the boy smile. He glanced up at the drawing of himself, which was now hanging on the wall near him. It was so awesome; and Chad was really a good artist, he thought. With a little grin, he raised his hand up and touched one of his other skateboards which was mounted to the wall above the bed. He spun one of the wheels with his finger, and then with a tired yawn, he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be another sunny summer day on Venice Beach, and he looked forward to seeing his new bud, Chad. End Of Chapter One 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. If you are able, please kick in a few bucks at the Nifty Website, to keep it up and running. Where else will you find such a forum as this, to appreciate stories of this nature.