Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:44:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Be Rad - Chapter 2

Be Rad

by: Mark Arbour

Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider:

1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. There may even be
some sex with women in here. Fortunately, there is no sex with animals.

2. Be aware that the effects of inflation have been profound. A good rule
of thumb is to consider that $1 in 1980 is probably similar to $3 in 2008.

3. Some of the characters in this story were introduced in "Chronicles of
an Academic Predator," "1968," and "The Land Whore." You don't have to read
them before this story, but it will give you a deeper insight into those
characters and their pasts.


Chapter Two

June, 1980

We'd gotten a late start and now we were paying the price: traffic. Highway
17 was bumper to bumper, but at least I had good company. I lit my pipe and
passed it to Lark. I moved up a few inches in the traffic and then put the
Jeep back into neutral. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see
Childers in the back seat. He was leaning back, taking a hit on the pipe,
basking in the sun. With the top of the Jeep down, we had to be discreet
about smoking the pipe. There was a family next to us in a big station
wagon, so we chilled out for a minute.

I glanced back at Doug again and checked out his legs. They were muscular,
dusted with the same color of brownish-red hair that he had on his head. I
gulped when I moved my eyes up his legs. He had his legs spread, so when I
had aimed the mirror at him it had zeroed in on his groin. There was a gap
between his leg and his shorts, allowing me to see straight up to his
crotch. There was a tantalizing view of his pubic hair and one of his
balls.

"B, you're daydreaming. GO!" Lark said. Traffic had moved up and I
hadn't. After that I was more discreet in my glances. I don't think Doug
figured out that I was scoping out his ball, but he didn't move either.

"You moved up here last year?" I asked him.

"Yeah. From Newport. Haven't done any surfing since I've been up here."

"Why'd you move up here?"

"My dad took a job at Comcalc. They were expanding their computer business
and he was working for a smaller company in Irvine. They recruited him
away."

"Comcalc's been growing like crazy," I said. "They've got a lot of great
products in the mill."

"How do you know so much about it?" he asked.

"His uncle owns a shitload of stock in the company," Lark threw in.

"Really? That's cool."

"Yeah, I'll introduce him to you next time he's in town. He sits on the
board as well." Lark started cracking up and I gave him a dirty look.

"What's so funny?" Doug asked.

"His uncle's a great guy but a total flamer."

"Fuck you Lark," I said. I was pissed off. Stefan may be a flaming
homosexual, but he was the most important person in my life.

"I'm sorry B. You know I like him. You gotta admit, though, that his wrists
are a little limp."

"I'll remember that you don't like him next time he invites us down for a
few weeks," I said.

"Oh come on B. I like him a lot. He's a great guy. I didn't mean to offend
you or anything. Look, next time I see him I'll make it up to him OK? I'll
let him blow me." Doug giggled and so did I. It was impossible to stay mad
at Lark.

"I'll let him know that." I saw his face drop a little bit. "You don't have
a problem with gay people, do you Doug?" I'd forgive Lark now for
sure. He'd given me a great opportunity to find out about Doug's attitudes
about gay people.

"I don't give a shit." he said. Well that was a little anti-climactic.

We made it to the summit and as if that was symbolic or something Doug
grabbed his crotch and scratched, and did a penis adjustment at the same
time. Then, when I looked back, I couldn't see his ball anymore. Instead, I
could see his cockhead poking up his leg.

I swallowed hard and adjusted the mirror away. If I kept looking I'd crash
the Jeep for sure, and I was starting to throw major wood which, jock or
no, would be noticeable soon enough.

We crawled until we got to Scott's Valley and then traffic loosened a
little bit. Then when we got to Highway 1 and headed north it was smooth
sailing. I drove up to the gates of the beach house and entered the magic
code that sent the gates lurching open. We drove down the paved road to the
sprawling ranch house on the bluff overlooking the coast.

"Damn, this is one nice place," Doug exclaimed. Lark went to get our boards
and suits out of the "surf closet," a small garage like structure, while I
showed Doug around. "Lots of room," he said.

We grabbed our stuff and headed down to the beach. The waves weren't all
that great today, but we grabbed a few. Doug was a good surfer, although I
didn't think he could take Lark or me in a straight up competition. Still,
that's not what surfing was about for us. It was about hanging with your
friends and seeing how many great waves you could catch. We were pretty
tired by the time we called it a day around 3pm. Tired and hungry.

We grabbed showers and changed, then headed into town for some
food. There's a small steakhouse in downtown Santa Cruz that is my
favorite, so I took the guys there. Doug tried to pay but I wouldn't let
him. We walked along the Boardwalk after that, riding on the Big Dipper,
the roller coaster right on the coast, and hanging out while Lark checked
out girls and I pretended to. I couldn't tell if Doug was acting like me,
or doing it for real like Lark.

I called it a night early because Lark was getting his nerve and his libido
up and soon he'd be trying to invite some girls back to the house and I did
not feel like dealing with that. We got back to the house and hung out in
the front room, which had a great view of the coast and also had a big TV
with a VCR.

To liven up the party I got out my monster bong, a three foot graphix, and
scammed a bottle of whiskey from the bar. In less than an hour we were
totally shitfaced.

"I can't believe I'm messed up again after last night," I said. "Lark, you
get any on your date?"

"Not much. Just a hand job."

Doug leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Shit, we did that well." I
giggled. Lark frowned. He didn't like people keeping secrets from him.

"Dan freaked out and Ace had to take him home early," I said. I figured
that Lark would think that's what we were talking about, and even if he
didn't, he'd be so engrossed in the follies of his foe he'd blow it off. I
was right.

"That guy is such an asshole. I can't believe you're friends with him."

"He's not my friend," I said, "He's Doug's." I had thrown the fireball
right at Doug.

"I barely know the guy."

"You were over at his house," I challenged.

"Yeah, cause he lives close to me and because that's where Ace told me to
meet him. Besides, he's not so bad when you're with him one on one." That's
funny; Ace had said pretty much the same thing.

"Right, when his mouth is on your dick you mean," Lark joked.

"That's right. Same reason I like having you around," I said to Lark. He
threw a shot glass at me. After that we just hung around watching
television until we all passed out.

I woke up around 2am and turned off the television. I woke Lark up but he
just mumbled that he'd sleep on the couch. I shook Doug awake.

"What?"

"Come on Childers. Bedtime."

He dragged himself up and followed me down the hall. His pants were
tenting, and I was drunk enough to have reduced inhibitions. I reached out
and grabbed his tent. "You may have to start wearing a jock too."

He gasped, and then chuckled. "So where do I sleep?"

I showed him the room that was next to mine, connected by a common
bathroom. We met up in the bathroom in our boxers. He stood peeing with his
back to me, giving me a chance to admire his broad muscular shoulders. He
walked up to the sink next to me and giggled. He reached down and grabbed
my dick that was poking out through my boxers.

"Damn this thing is big." I moaned at his touch and reached over and
grabbed his and started gently stroking. "Wanna finish up what we started
last night?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said. We both shucked our boxers and stood in front of each
other stroking our cocks. Our hands were on our own at first, but then I
reached over and grabbed his and he did the same. I loved the feel of his
dick, the way his silky skin softly covered his rock hard member, sliding
up and down with my hand. I wasn't paying attention to my own dick which
prevented me from stopping myself. I felt my balls rise up. "I'm gonna
cum," I said through clenched teeth and let go of his dick and grabbed my
nipples, tweaking them as Doug stroked me off. I felt my orgasm rising and
then I shot like a rocket, blasting my load past him and onto the floor.

He moved to finish himself off but I stopped him. I moved up behind him and
reached around to grab his dick. My still-hard cock lodged in his ass crack
but he either liked it or it didn't bother him. He leaned back into me
while I worked his dick with my right hand and his chest with my left. It
didn't take him long after that. "Gonna cum!" he mumbled, and then started
shooting. His dick felt so good, pulsing in my hand as he spewed his seed
all over the bathroom sink. I held him tight until he stopped panting.

We grabbed towels and cleaned up the mess. He kept looking at me
sheepishly. "Um, thanks," he said.

"Thank you," I responded as cheerfully as I could.

"That's pretty gay isn't it, jacking another guy off." He was obviously
having issues with this.

"Call it whatever you want, it was fun. Beats the hell out of doing it
yourself. I'd do it again." Those last four words had kind of slipped out
and I tensed a bit, thinking I may have pushed him too far.

"Me too," he said with a smile. And then we headed to our respective rooms
to sleep.

The next day we were up early to catch the morning waves. There were some
killer waves, and I got a chance to really show off. I told myself that I
was doing it just to have fun, but I knew deep down that I was trying to
impress Doug. It worked, he was really effusive in his praise, but he did
great too. We headed up to grab some lunch and take an afternoon nap.

Normally Lark took the room Doug was in, but since Doug was already there I
gave Lark a different room. He didn't seem to give a shit. I headed
straight to the shower, relishing the warm water. Doug came in right after
I had hopped in.

"Let me know when you're out," he said.

"I can share," I said, being extremely daring. He grinned, looked around,
then locked the bathroom doors and stepped in. We were both hard as a rock;
just the thought of watching him blow his wad was enough to get me going.

"Turn around," he said. I did as he asked and felt him slide up behind me
like I had slid up behind him the night before. I felt his rock hard cock,
slick with the soap he'd just put on it; rub against my hole and
perineum. His hand grabbed my cock and started stroking. I moaned and
sighed, relaxing back into his strong chest. My body had a mind of its own,
and I undulated my ass into his cock, letting the head poke against my hole
then sliding back against him more so the head punched into my ball sac. He
caught the rhythm of my motion and thrust with me.

"Fuck that feels so good. Damn. I'm gonna cum," he said. I felt my wad
spurt out of my dick at the same time I felt his cum slap against the back
of my balls. I shot for what seemed like forever, panting and out of
breath. I was afraid to turn around. What we'd done now was definitely gay,
way beyond just jacking off. I was nervous about what he'd say. Still, I
steeled myself and turned slowly.

There was a big grin on his face. "That was definitely gay, but I liked
it." Then he got a worried look. "You won't tell anyone about this will
you?"

I laughed. "Hell no. I won't tell if you won't. And as long as we get to do
that again." He laughed with me and we washed off, heading into our
separate rooms.

Was he gay or just horny? Hard to tell, but for the first time in three
years, I found myself focused on someone else besides Lark. I lay in bed
wondering what it would be like to have Doug here with me, to feel his
naked body next to mine, to feel his lips on mine....I sighed like a
teenage girl and fell asleep.

We hit the waves in the afternoon but they weren't as good as they had been
in the morning. After dinner and a few bong hits, we had an easy night. I
was dead to the world after the past two nights.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. It was a great morning, with
some gnarly waves. I showed off big time and got some kudos from my surf
buds. We showered again, alone this time, and loaded up the Jeep and headed
back. It was Friday, and we figured there'd be a party or two.

The drive back was uneventful, just normal banter. We dropped Doug off
first. His father was home, but not his mother. He seemed like a nice
enough guy, if not a bit dorky.

"Dad, this is Brad Schluter. I was at his house on the beach for the last
few days. And this is Mark Clark." We shook hands with his father while he
eyed us up and down, trying to decide if we were delinquents or
not. "Brad's uncle is a shareholder in Comcalc."

His father eyed me in a patronizing manner. "That's nice. Ever since
Comcalc went public lots of people have been picking up shares." In other
words, he didn't think it was a big deal.

"My uncle was one of the founding partners. I think he owns about 25% of
the company now, give or take a few shares, plus he sits on the board," I
said proudly. Doug's father blanched.

"Stefan Schluter? I should have caught the name. He's supposed to be an
interesting person."

I controlled my temper. Interesting. Why not just say what you mean,
asshole: queer. "He's brilliant and a great guy. He's invited me, Lark, and
Doug here to spend a few weeks in Malibu surfing. It's a fun time. We'll
get to meet some celebrities too."

Doug's dad was in a corner. "That sounds like a lot of fun, as long as
we're not going somewhere."

"What are you doing next week?" I asked Doug and his father.

"I don't have any plans," Doug said. His father just looked at us funny.

"Cool. Let's go down to LA, if that's alright with you sir?" I asked
politely.

Doug's dad caved. "That sounds fine." Doug was beaming. "I'll call you
later," he said as he left.

Lark was quiet when we got back into the Jeep and I knew why. He had a
tendency to get jealous if I did things with other friends, unless he was
busy. It was bullshit, but I put up with it because he's my best friend.

"Lark, you up for LA?"

"I wasn't sure if I was invited," he said, pouting.

"Don't be like that. It's not like you're my girlfriend or anything." I
wish. I modified my tone to nearly a whine. "You know why I did that on the
spot. To corner Doug's dad. He doesn't want his son around a queer but he
can't afford to piss Stef off."

Lark smiled. "Yeah, that was pretty slick. I'll check with my mom and see
if it's cool." I drove up to Escorial where he'd left his car and dropped
him off. I said hello to Ace and Claire and told them about the waves, even
though they didn't care. Then I went in to see my dad.

"Hey Dad, I'm going to go down to Malibu and see Stef next week," I told
him.

"That's great Brad. I'm sure he'll love to see you." And that was that. One
more call, and I could crash for a while. At least until dinner.

Alice answered the phone when I called. She was Stefan's housekeeper and I
got along really well with her. She wandered off to find Stefan. He was
probably getting laid. He was a sex beast, even at his age; he's in his
mid-30's.

"Bradley! How absolutely super to hear from you sweetie!"

"Hey Stef. I wanted to come down and visit next week and bring a couple of
friends with me. Is that cool?"

"You do not have to ask you silly goose. Who are these friends? Anyone I
know?"

"Lark is coming, and a new friend of mine, Doug."

"Well, if Doug is as scrumptious as Lark you will have to bring a cattle
prod to keep me away from them." He broke into giggles. "I'm just teasing,
you know that."

"I know. I can't wait to see you."

"I will send the plane to get you boys. I know you like to sleep in, so
let's say 11am at Palo Alto airport."

"Gee Stef, that's awfully nice of you. That sounds great. We'll see you
Monday afternoon." I knew he'd send his plane to get us, but I never
counted on it.

I crashed for a few hours, resting up for the evening. Ace told me about a
party at Cassandra Clement's house. He'd been chasing after her all year,
and was finally making progress, so he wanted to make sure that the
"a-crowd" showed up for her shindig. I guess that means that Lark and I are
part of the a-crowd. I called Doug up to invite him too.

"Hey Doug, there's a party tonight. You going?"

"At Cass's house?" he said.

"That's the one."

"I'm there. I hear Jessica's gonna be there too, and I'm gonna put the
moves on her." Why was he telling me this? To drive it home that he was
straight.

"Isn't she the chick you took to the prom?"

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I'm on her shit list because we haven't gone
out since then, so I need to make it up to her."

"I've got to do the same thing with Karen," I said to him. We'd had a great
time at Prom then I'd pretty much blown her off. "By the way, we're
scheduled to head to Malibu at 11am on Monday."

"That was cool the way you put my dad on the spot." He laughed. "We
driving?"

"Nope. My uncle's sending his plane for us."

"Wow. That's traveling in style."

"It is. See you at the party tonight!"



There was a big surprise waiting for me at dinner. "Bradley, where have you
been?" asked my grandmother severely.

"Tonto! You're back!" I gave her a big hug. "I was at the beach, where I
usually am."

"You'll be happy to know that your sister's graduation was very nice." I
had a half brother and a half-sister. My half-brother, Nick, was actually a
pretty cool guy. He was studying to be a lawyer. My half-sister, Bitty, was
a total bitch. We absolutely hated each other.

"That's too bad," I said.

"Bradley, that's not very nice." Her admonishment was one of habit and
obligation. She didn't like Bitty either, she just couldn't admit it. I had
a hard time expressing my emotions. I tended to hold everything inside, and
just internalize it. The only way I worked out my angst was through
painting. Usually I did abstract pictures, but I had a huge painting in my
room of Bitty getting her head bitten off by some monster, and I had done
it as accurately as I could so there was no mistaking who it was. It was
the first thing you saw when you looked into my room, so when she visited I
tried to keep my door open as much as possible.

"I'm glad you're back. I'm going to see Stef next week with a few friends."

"You are huh? Maybe I should go along with you to make sure you behave
yourselves. I haven't seen Stefan in quite awhile." She was playing with
me. There's no way she'd get on a plane so soon again.

"That would be fantastic," I said, calling her bluff. "The plane leaves
from Paly at 11AM."

Tonto was a frumpy old matronly type, and she'd adopted this veneer of
being a cranky and grumpy old lady when she was nothing of the sort. We all
saw right through it, but for some reason she liked people to think she was
cantankerous.

"Hmmm. Well, I'll think about that." Then she regaled us with stories about
Bitty's graduation from Brown, and how nice it was. No one at the table
liked her, even if they didn't detest her as much as I did, but they
humored Tonto anyway.

I hitched a ride to the party with Ace. "It's my turn to get blasted," he
said.

"No problem." I didn't really need to lose it. Besides, if I did I could
always call Rafael. He was the coolest guy, always willing to bail us out
if we were too fucked up to drive. "So you gonna work Cass tonight?"

"Damn, I'm hoping," he said wistfully. "She's been starring in my fantasies
for a long time now."

"What about Felicia?"

"Well, we had a fight when she answered the phone instead of letting me
fuck her, so we're pretty much over. But it could get ugly." He reached
into the glove box and grabbed a condom. A Magnum. He tossed one to me
too. "Put it in your pocket just in case you take a walk on the wild side."
I laughed, lit a joint, and handed it to him.

It was a big party, the kind that would probably get busted by the
cops. Cassandra lived in a nice section of the Palo Alto Hills, the kind of
neighborhood that gets attention by the police. We knew the drill and
parked a few streets down. That way if we had to run, we could make it to
the car and it wouldn't be in the police cordon.

I started drinking, ignoring my promise to Ace. I'd sober up enough to
drive or I wouldn't. "Be-Rad!" I heard, and turned to find Lark. He slapped
my back.

"Hey Lark. Plane's picking us up at Paly at 11AM."

"Don't think I can do this one amigo." I looked at him, stunned. What the
fuck was that about? He always hung with me. "I've got some family coming
in from out of town."

"Bummer," I said, my turn to pout. "Well have a fun time." I turned and
walked away, leaving him alone. I knew I was being a dick, but he was
playing some sort of game with me and it was pissing me off. He always went
with me. This excuse about family was total bullshit.

I found two of my other surfing buddies, John Dawkins and Scott Ashby. They
were complete opposites. Dawkins was tall and big, like a linebacker, while
Ashby was short and skinny. Ashby had black hair, while Dawkins was
blond. Even when they talked, they were opposites. Dawkins spoke slowly,
drawing out his words, while Ashby spoke quickly, sometimes making it hard
to keep up with him. Of course they were best friends.

"Hey guys," I said in my friendly mode.

"Hey B," Ashby said. Dawkins just nodded. "You coastal?"

"Just got back today. Going down to Malibu next week. You guys wanna hit
the coast in a week or two, stay over, make it a party week?"

"Sounds bitchin'," Ashby said. Dawkins nodded.

"Gee Brad, I thought you vanished from the face of the earth," I heard
someone say behind me. It was Karen. We went to the prom together, and I'd
kind of led her on a bit. So to cool things down in a cowardly way, I'd
just stopped calling her. I know it was an asshole thing to do.

"Hey beautiful," I said, trying to be charming. She was beautiful
though. Blond hair that had been bobbed in the fashion that was popular
that month, and a slim body. The only thing about her that wasn't damn near
perfect was her chest. Her boobs were just a little too small. That didn't
bother me though. "You know me. I've been surfing."

"Right. Sure you have. You still like me enough to get me a drink?"

"I guess. Just barely enough," I said, teasing her. Once she found me she
attached herself to me, which was actually kind of nice. Her hand on my arm
felt cool and sensual. We wandered around the party together, talking to
people, drinking, and just hanging out. I headed off to the "pot room,"
where people went to get high and got super blazed. Dan was there and he'd
scored some coke, so a few lines of that fired me up. I was leaving the
room and heading to find Karen again when I ran into Doug.

"Hey!" I said cheerfully.

"Hey Brad. I'm psyched about next week!" He had a big grin on his face.

"Me too. It's just you and me. Hope that's OK. Lark's got some family
bullshit going on."

"That's a bummer. He's a cool guy. But we'll have fun." Was that a slight
leer? Just then Jessica came up and put her arm around me, obviously trying
to make Doug jealous. He knew her game.

The party went on, and as it got later people got drunker and drunker. I
was still fired up from the coke, so the people who were passing out just
pissed me off. I saw Doug and Jessica making out in the corner and I felt a
pang of jealousy. Fight it down Brad, I said, you've been dealing with this
for years now. I wandered around, looking for Karen. I felt like kissing
someone too. The living room was quiet and there was Lark, making out with
Julie and feeling her up. I giggled. Why didn't that bother me, while Doug
being with Jessica did?

I finally found Karen and twirled her like we were dancing and pulled her
into a dip. As I pulled her up I kissed her. It started off slow, but built
in intensity. She has such soft, moist lips, and fresh breath. I felt her
melt into me.

"I'm not into public displays of affection," she said. "Let's go somewhere
else." She led me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. If I didn't know better,
I'd say she planned this out. She shut the door and I clicked the lock and
we started making out again.

I felt my cock harden, and since I hadn't worn a jock tonight it was
stabbing her. She didn't shy away; she pushed into me, offering herself to
me. I was horny as hell. I'd never fucked anyone before, male or female,
but right now I really wanted to fuck her. I worked her bra off and slid
off her shirt, while she made me do the same. I nibbled on her neck and
moved down to her boobs. They were cool. I sucked on them, licked the
nipples, and drove her nuts.

Then I moved my hand up her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her
underwear. I pulled them off and explored her with my fingers, trying to
gage what made her feel good, and what she didn't like. Stefan had always
told me that whoever you're with, make sure they have fun. She pushed me
off her, and I thought she was finished, but she undid my pants and took
them off. She gaped at my throbbing dick. "God Brad, you're huge." I
wondered briefly how many dicks she'd seen, but I really didn't care.

I grabbed the rubber and slipped it on, which let her know exactly what I
planned. We lay on the bed, our naked bodies together. "Go slow, OK?" she
said.

"Sure, baby," I crooned, as I lined my dick up to her moist cavern. I
gently thrust forward; when she cringed I pulled back and nibbled on her
neck, or played with her tits, then tried again. It didn't take long until
I was in, all the way in. It felt awesome, amazing to be enveloped by this
warm, moist cavern. I paced myself so I didn't blow right away. I guess in
one way it was good that I wasn't the typical straight 17 year old, because
the stimuli were intense, but not as intense as they would have been if I
was totally into girls, so I could actually take more time. I slid my dick
in and out of her, nice long strokes, and she was moaning and groaning so
it must have been good. At some point I forgot about her and thought about
Doug, fantasizing that I was pumping into his ass, that he was the one
moaning and groaning with pleasure. That did it. "I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Oh yeah Brad, do it," she cried, almost a scream, and then I exploded into
the condom while she writhed underneath me. I pumped until I was spent,
then slowly pulled out. I pulled the condom off and got some of my own jizz
on my hands, which made me giggle. I wiped it on the bed in the room,
wondering if it would smell and if whoever slept here would suspect someone
got laid.

"That was wonderful Brad. You were amazing."

"Thanks Karen. It was all you." I kissed her gently. Now that we were done,
I sensed that there should be this time when we cuddled in the bed or
something, but I didn't want to. I wanted to get the fuck out of there. "I
need to find Ace since I'm his ride. You don't mind if we head back to the
party?"

"No," she said, and giggled. We put on our clothes and got ourselves
together and left the room. There were couples making out in the hallway
and one of them slipped into the room as soon as we left. I headed to the
bathroom and locked myself in. So that was sex. I'd lost my cherry. It was
nice, but if I'd had any doubts that I was gay before, they were gone
now. Karen was an amazing girl, but she just didn't do it for me.

I found a trashed Ace and he told me he was staying longer so I called
Rafael and asked him to pick me up. We were driving down the hill when I
saw three cop cars heading for the party. Good timing on my part, I
thought.



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