Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 15:36:34 -0800
From: Z Cogoma <cogoma@zdnetonebox.com>
Subject: Skater's Streets 2

			     Skater's Streets

				 Chapter 2
			       Morning After


By
cogoma@zdonenetonebox.com

It took me most of the day to get back over to Grossmont. I started half a
dozen times, thinking I couldn't wait to get up there to see the guys, and
then my dick would get so hard I couldn't stand myself, and that was reason
enough not to go. Then I'd lay in my bed for awhile, after the tension had
been released and, thinking about Dart. Then the tension built back up. I
feared facing the boys I skated with. I felt like I didn't know them all
that well and after the night before I realized just how little I knew
about myself.

Many times you don't think about the complications you are creating for
yourself until after the deed is done, a deed I couldn't wait to do
again. The feel, smell, texture, taste, his hardness, kept running through
my mind. More than anything I wish I could forget what I had done, erasing
it from my memory, but it had become the most vivid part of my memory over
night. Unfortunately it had made for a hard night, keeping me up for most
of it. There was no way I was going to make it into anything but what it
was. I was a cocksucker. As curious as I was about other boys, I'd never
once thought I'd suck one of their cocks.

Finally, when it was growing near to the time my parents would come home, I
figured I wanted to face them even less than I wanted to face Dart and the
guys. I took my board along the surface streets, avoiding the trolley. It
wouldn't take long for me to know if I was still welcome there or if I'd
need to find other boys to hang with.

I was surprised that only Tiny and String Bean were at the tube. Then I saw
Dart lying on his stomach on the grass with his in-lines bent into the air
as he rested up near the corner of the mall. I skated to the curb within
ten feet of him and dropped my butt down on the cold hard concrete. I
didn't know what to say to him and to make matters worse he didn't look at
me or acknowledge my noisy arrival. Tiny and String Bean ignored me as
well, skating past on their way into the mall, arguing about something as
they usually did.

"Hey," I finally said, looking around my elbow at the disinterested boy.

He rolled over on his back and looked at me without an expression I could
read.

"Hey, yourself. Running late aren't we? You're usually here when I get
here."

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Hard to say. All worn out or something," he said, cutting right to the
bone.

And there it was. I waited for him to make some comment or to tell me what
he thought of someone that would do what I did to him.

"You made it," I said.

"I wanted to say hello to you. I came up after noon. It's almost six."

"Why?" I asked.

"Why say hello to you? I don't know. I figured it's what you do after. I'm
not good with that. Some times I think I know but then I realize I
don't. Everyone is so strange about it," he said. "Guys are the
worst. Young guys."

"About what?"

"You really want to talk about it?" He said, sitting up beside me. "Hello
Z. Good seeing yeah, huh? Glad we can still be friends, you know."

"Where's Ace?" I asked.

"Ace? Ace? Ace is where Ace is. Why do you ask me that?"

"You and Freebee hang with him," I said. "He was in the middle of
everything last night. He can't be friends today?"

"I actually hang with Freebee who hangs with Ace," he said. "If you care
about having your facts straight that's how it works."

"What's Freebee's story?" I asked.

"What's yours?" He asked, wrapping his arms around his knees and leaning
his head forward to look at me in a most curious way as his face rested on
his knees.

"Me? I don't have a story," I said. "I'm a kid. I moved from Phoenix. I
skate."

"Bet me. You have a story. It's in your eyes. I can see it. You might not
want to talk to me about it, but there is a story," he said.

"I don't bet any more, but I do want to talk to you," I said.

"Lucky for you. Here I am," he said, smiling. "So talk to me already. I've
been here all day waiting for this."

"How'd you know I'd do it?" I asked. "That's what I want to know."

"It, as in...  IT," he said, studying me. "You sure you want to go there?
It's usually better to just let it go. I still like you. Nothing has
changed here."

"Better for who? I don't know how you knew I'd do it. I didn't know I
would. How'd you know? I've never done it before," I said. "I've never
thought about doing it."

"Z, you wanted to suck my cock."

"Wanted to? I never gave it any thought at all," I defended. "You wanted
it. You wanted me to do it to you. I don't know how you knew I would."

"Well, I figured it this way. I figured you could get into it with Ace, but
then everyone would know your business. You'd have been on the outs except
doing that kind of thing to us. I figured if we did it, if you decided you
didn't like it, no biggy. Who knows the difference?"

"How do you know all this shit?" I asked, not sounding very friendly.

"It's in the eyes. It's not how you look, it's where you look. String Bean,
Paul, and that kid last night, you all have it in your eyes," he said. "It
don't mean everything but it means something. I keep my eyes open and
remember what I see and how often I see it. One day I know if you will or
not. Last night I knew you would. I wanted it to be with me."

"Paul? No way. He's too...  too... masculine," I said. "String Bean has a
thing for Tiny. It don't take no genius to figure that. Stan's a ...  you
saw what he did with all of them. You know what he is. Paul couldn't be
like that and I'm not like Stan. No way Jose."

"Especially Paul. Who jumped down in the tube first? He eyeballs it every
time I skate up. Eyeballs Ace too. I've figured him to do it for a long
time. Last night was the capper. I can get him on it any time I like. He's
more secret. I'd need to get him alone."

"Your saying he's...?"

"He acts like he don't want it all the time, but he does. Watch his eyes
next time he comes around. Bingo, right to the old package."

"I'm like that? You think that's me, don't you?"

"When I come up, you check me out," he said, smiling confidently. "You
wanted to get in my pants, Z."

"I don't. ...I do don't I? I like looking at you," I said. "I like you. So
sue me. Liking a guy don't mean you'll...."

"But you did."

"I do remember, Dart."

"Me too," he said, his hand falling across my back near my belt. "That's
how I knew and that's why we're still friends. I want you to be careful of
Ace. He doesn't like guys, he uses guys. He thinks that's what you do. For
him getting guys to do it is a power trip."

"What's Ace's story anyway? Why does everyone like him so much? He's a
bully. Getting a lot of little boys to follow you around when you're three
or four or five years older isn't very difficult. The question is why is he
hanging with us."

"Ace is Ace. It's all about Ace," he said. "He had some tough times and now
he's king of the mountain. He's been there done that and now he takes pride
in getting guys to go there and do that to him. That's Ace's story. It's
fairly easy once you know the facts."

"What's that mean?"

"Ace gets his. With Freebee, with Stan, with you if he wants," Dart
said. "It don't mean anything to him. I want you to be careful around him."

"And with you? Should I be careful around you? Why are you trying to turn
me against Ace? I don't have anything to do with him."

He turned to look at me, still leaning forward on one knee as we sat on the
curb. He kept his arm around me in a friendly informal way. His eyes were a
clear green. His face was tanned the way we were all tanned by virtue of El
Cajon's sun, but his skin was a deeper richer natural brown. I'd never
noticed people's eyes much before. I thought his were very nice.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm not after anything," he said.

"Ace is after something?"

"You don't know Ace. He was in foster care from the time he was twelve. He
was a runt then. The first place they put him they didn't have any room so
he ended up in a house with four sixteen-year-old boys. He was elected to
take care of them after the lights went out at night."

"You mean sex stuff?"

"What do you think? He's told me and Freebee some of it. He talks about it
when he drinks, to us anyway. They tied him face down on his bed the first
night and stuffed a pair of underwear in his mouth."

"Bummer," I said. "What did he do?"

"He got used to it, Z. Once he got older, there were new young guys and he
stood in line with the older boys. One day he was king of the hill and he
was first in line after that. He's still first in line."

"What about Freebee?" I asked.

"Freebee is cool. What you see is what you get. He's harmless. Nice kid."

"Him and Ace? You say I should be careful around Ace. What about Freebee?
You seem to care about Freebee."

"Freebee has a thing for Ace. He's Ace's boy. He'd follow him anywhere and
so Ace don't talk about what he does for him, and he'll do anything."

"Anything?" I said, meaning the big anything.

"Anything," he said.

"Why do you hang with them? I'm confused."

"Freebee and I have been friends forever. I don't stop being your friend
because another friend is using you. Freebee's a big boy and doesn't do
anything he doesn't want to do."

"You talk about Ace like you don't like him. What's the deal? Why tell
me. You don't owe me," I said.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I do like Ace. I just want you to be careful not
to let him hang you out there, and he will if you go for his."

"You saying Ace is gay?"

"No! He has a girlfriend. I have a girl friend. It's not like that, Z. We
need it more than some guys, you know. Guys like doing stuff, it's cool
with me. It gets me where I need to go. I'm not going to turn it down."

 "Why me then?"

"Because you are you. You're okay. I like you. If you were going to do it I
wanted you to do it with me first."

"What about your girlfriend? Why aren't you off doing it with her. Why are
you here waiting for me?"

"Girls get pregnant and if you hang around too much they complain a lot. I
like girls best but guys are easier to be around. I'm seventeen,
unemployed, horny 24/7, I mean I'm like you, like Freebee, like most of
these guys. We all need it more than we get it."

"Except for one thing," I said.

"What's that?" Dart asked.

"I was the one doing the blowing."

It made sense to me even if Dart didn't quite see it the same way. He kept
touching me until Paul showed up. He skated directly to the grass strip
where we sat at the corner of the mall parking lot. There was no way he
missed the arm around my waist because I heard the skates long before I
realized someone was closing in on us.

"Where's everyone at?"

"Who knows," Dart said, leaning back on his elbows, realizing Paul couldn't
have missed the arm thing.

Paul looked directly between Dart's legs. Now I was watching guy's eyes!
Mainly I would watch the eyes of the guys Dart told me about, and he was
right about Paul. Just as Paul was about to look away, Dart put his hand
there, rubbing gently and holding Paul in place an extra few seconds, then
he took short glances until he was sure his time was up.

"Where you been?" Dart asked, spreading his legs wide.

"Around. I had some stuff to do."

"We were just going down to the tube to piss. I hate to break this up, but
when you got to go you got to go," Dart said.

"Cool, I got to piss too. I'll go with," Paul said.

Dart got to his feet and I followed. I figured I knew what he was trying to
prove, but I didn't want to know any more than I knew from seeing Paul's
eyes going right to Dart's crotch. Paul was maybe five eight and he was
built thick. He wasn't necessarily good looking, having a wide face and
curly hair that went in all directions. He wasn't very neat, hiding any
sign of his build in the baggies he wore, and he never said much, hanging
with Tiny and String Bean when he was around, and he was always loud when
he was around.

Dart hoped the curb, grabbing a tree to guide himself down to where he
could piss in the tube. He didn't pee through his zipper, he pulled his
shorts down onto his thighs. When I got there his cock was standing
straight out as he waited for the stream. Paul had his dick out in a jiffy,
but then watch Dart's. I know that doesn't prove much because I was
admiring Dart's erection as well, but as Paul stood there not peeing, his
dick stood up and out, turning a dark color as it continued to harden. Dart
was standing so still that Paul kept looking at him, thinking he didn't
know where his eyes were, but Dart knew.

"That's a nice one," Dart said, glancing down at Paul's hard-on as the pee
started to flow. "I noticed it last night."

"I guess," Paul said, sounding surprised another guy had mentioned his hard
dick.

"Except for Ace's yours is the thickest, and yours is way wide across the
top," Dart said sounding impressed. "The ladies must love hopping up on
that package."

"You might say that," Paul said. "I didn't see you last night. Boy gave a
wicked ass blow."

"I was in the other line," Dart said. "You were in front of me. You were
hot for it. You didn't take long."

"Yeah, I was horny. First time is always fast. I liked his lips on me. He
didn't have any trouble taking me," Paul said. "Most guys can't handle
me. I like to make them choke on it. Stan's had bigger. Didn't choke once."

"Oh, you let guys have it a lot, huh? Yeah, silky mouth. He was good. I
like it when they want it that bad," Dart said, starting to masturbate
himself as he talked and that caused the pee to come in spurts. "You don't
find a lot of guys that want to eat the pole. Then when you do, you feel
those hot lips slipping onto it, oh man, I just want to pound my pork right
here in front of you two. Makes me hot thinking of it. Some days I stay
hard all the time."

"Yeah, that is the best. I wouldn't mind finding him right now," Paul said,
staring closely as Dart shook his dick once he was done pissing. When he
kept glancing Dart pulled down on it hard, squeezing at the base to make it
swell up fat and full. Paul swallowed hard, trying to look away, but he was
unable to keep his eyes off it. He felt his own dick in small squeezes as
he stared. He worked his fingers up to just below the head and then back
into his blond hairs. He never did piss.

"Tell me about it. Maybe he'll come back tonight, but you don't look much
like waiting. That puppy needs some help, Paul. Nothing like getting a hand
with it," Dart said, surprising even me when he took a step toward Paul.

 "Maybe I'll just stay down here and jerk off too. Looks like what you're
got in mind," Paul said with a strange sound in his voice. He turned a bit
toward Dart, squeezing and holding that fat fucker to imitate what he had
seen Dart do, and now their dicks were an inch apart, and I waited for the
tips to touch.

"Sorry, dude, I'm not into public exhibition. Maybe later," Dart said,
struggling to get his enraged dick packed away as Paul looked on
confused. "If I see Stan I'll tell him you're down here waiting for him. I
don't think you'll make it for that long though."

I felt sorry for Paul. What Dart had done was cruel. He knew something
about a guy and then used it to make him feel like a fool. Maybe I was more
concerned about myself than Paul. We'd never said more than a few words to
one another before that. I looked back feeling sorry for him.

"Boy wants my dick," Dart said. "Couldn't take his eyes off it. He'd have
done anything I asked if you hadn't been there."

"He's got muscles. Looks like he could play linebacker," I said. "He could
kick your ass, Dart. I wouldn't necessarily want to piss him off."

"He's horny for dick," Dart said. "You see him watching mine. It's all in
the eyes my man."

"I don't understand," I said. "Why do you even care about stuff like that?
He's harmless. You made a fool out of him by egging him on and then walking
away."

"You're young. You'll figure it out. You're just starting up. You never can
tell when you'll need someone like Mr. Paul over there. You work him right,
he'll do it all for you. Boys hungry. We all need it at times when we can't
get it. Paul's one more place to go if that comes up. I'm just trying to
educate you."

"That's not what I mean. It's not about what he thought he was going to do
with you down there. I can do that and it takes care of it. For awhile
anyway. Last night wasn't about that. It sure wasn't about losing a bet. It
was about doing something for you because I wanted to do it to you," I
said, analyzing it as I said the words, watching his reaction to them.

"Don't say any more, Z," he said, skating faster.

I stayed a dozen yards behind him until he finally slowed down and turned,
facing me as I rolled up to him. The front of his shorts bulged out for me.

"We all feel something. We make the best of it. We just can't like things
like this too much," he said. "I'm not like Paul. I won't ever be like
Paul."

"Like blowing and getting blown," I said.

"Yeah, like that," he said, starting to skate away again, uncomfortable
with my confusion about why he treated people the way he did. Dart didn't
want to get into it with me.

"That why your dick's hard. Because you don't want to like it too much?" I
asked. "Paul wasn't the only one with a hard-on back there. You call it one
thing, he calls it something else, but they both looked like hard dicks to
me. You may have walked away first, but you were down there with him for
the same reason."

He stopped before he got very far away, listening and reacting to my words
in spite of his resolve not to react. He turned around to wait for me to
catch him again. It was like I said something that brought him to his
senses, or to mine anyway. He let me get real close this time.

"That for Paul?" I asked as I looked down getting angry with him for
teasing me and confusing me at the same time. "He's still down there. He'd
be glad to see you, but you know that and you're up here with me because...
tell me again the difference between Paul and me."

"Paul? I have nothing for Paul. He's a big muscular waste. He doesn't know
what he wants even when it's in front of him."

"But you do," I said, very disrespectfully.

"Yeah, that's the trouble, Z. I know exactly what I want, and I know I
can't let that happen. It's not fair to you," he said, starting to turn to
skate away again, but he didn't skate away. He stood, waiting for me to get
closer to him. I ended up right at his chest, looking up at his big green
eyes when he turned around to face me. It was bulging in his shorts and
pressing against me. His lips were parted and he was starting to breathe
heavy, like he'd just been skating the tube. There was a magnification of
everything in the evening air. It was all I could do not to kiss him.

"Can we go some place to take care of it," I said. "It's okay. I want to do
it to you. I thought about it all day."

I could see his brain working through his eyes. He wanted to say no, and I
let my hand touch the bulge ever so slightly. He blinked and closed his
eyes but he didn't move. I let my fingers feel the length of it until they
danced around the tip. I used the other hand to squeeze at the base as he
had squeezed it for Paul. Once the head swelled, I teased it with my
fingers.

"There's a place across the tracks. No one goes there," he said. "You're
sure? You've got me needing it now."

"I'm sure I've got you needing it now," I said, my lips a few inches from
his as his face moved ever so slightly toward mine.

"You know this isn't happening," he said, staring into me as I stared into
him. "This can't happen, Z. Don't make it into something it ain't, okay."

"I've never been more sure of anything," I said as he pressed the front of
his body up against the front of mine. I wanted to put my arms around him,
but we were in the middle of mall parking. He leaned against me for a
minute or so and then stood up straight and looked down at me.

"This is just a one time deal," he said.

"Like last night," I said. "One time deal. Nothing happening here,
Dart. Nothing at all."

I watched the front of his shorts pulsing from the excitement he was
feeling. We had to stand still for him to calm down. I was sure he'd start
to cum any second. He gulped some air and shook it off as he regained some
control once my hand came off his dick.

"Right. It doesn't mean anything. I'm just in a bad way here. That's all
this is," he said. "Don't expect it every time, you know. You were okay
last night. I thought about it on my way up today."

"I know," I said, wanting him more than ever even knowing what I knew about
his mean streak.

I didn't expect anything because I didn't know what to expect. Dart had
something I wanted and it was something he wanted me to have. The first
time I soiled my knees struggling to accommodate the part of him that
connected us, and while I was doing it eight other boys stood twenty feet
away, fondling and exciting each other, and I was just out of sight with
Dart. He lasted all of two minutes and at the last second he'd pulled it
away from me.

"Let me finish up here," he'd said, his voice showing the strain of my
modest toothy talent as he pounded away in a frenzy of passion for his own
dick.

We then watched Stan in his pursuit of excellence. It was almost like going
on a date to the drive-in to watch dirty flicks. Each boy encouraging Stan
to do for him and his friends what they'd never do so publicly for one
another. I'd been hoping to find some sign of sex since I'd met my first
skater in El Cajon and I'd ended up on the fringes of an orgy. I wondered
what difference it would have made if I had gone into the tube with the
other boys rather than staying back with Dart for those two minutes he gave
me.

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