Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 08:54:19 +1000
From: Richard Hadfield <rick@boistories.com>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 11

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Chapter 10 ended:

Then it was mom's turn to blush as she realised the implication of what she
had said and how it could be taken more than one way. "That's not what I
meant, and you know it. Now take your naked body out of here before I am
forced to tickle it."

I didn't need any more encouragement as I knew what happened when I got
tickled. In fact just thinking about it got my cock hardening. So I went
off back to my room and to an appointment with the bottle of baby oil. This
time I closed the door so that mom wouldn't interrupt.



Chapter 11

Sunday morning woke up bright and fair. At least that's how it was when I
woke up.  It was a warm sunny late summer day and I was feeling pretty
good. My usual morning woody had allowed for some pleasure especially with
the use of the oil mom had provided. She was a kind of strange person at
times, but I loved her and was grateful for the way she accepted me and how
I was. I got dressed by pulling on four items of clothing; a `T' shirt, a
pair of running shorts and two trainers. That took all of a couple of
minutes and then I went down to find some breakfast.  Mom was already up
and had done herself some toast. Breakfast on Sunday's was a `do it
yourself' affair, when you wanted.

"Mick, I thought I would go and get some groceries and then try and find an
electrical store to get what we need to fix an aerial for the TV's in the
rooms. Do you want to come with?"

"No thanks mom, I thought I would go and explore some more and also try out
the skate park again with my board."

"Alright, but if I am not home in time, just go ahead and make yourself
something to eat for lunch. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure mom. See you later then." With that mom got up and left on her
errands.

I finished my breakfast and washed up the dishes; there were not enough to
warrant using the new dishwasher so I did them by hand. Then taking my
skate board I left the house making sure to lock it behind me. I headed out
and went straight to the skate park, hoping that I would see Mark and
Michael again. When I got there, the place was empty. I decided to use the
opportunity to practice a bit and set about doing some of the tricks
Brandon and I had taught ourselves. I was really enjoying having the run of
the place to myself and began to do a series of tricks one after the other
without stopping. If anybody else had been there, it would have been
showing off. I worked myself non-stop for about half an hour, totally
absorbed in what I was doing. I finally ended with a grand finale which
Brandon and I had worked out and only ever successfully completed once
before. The routine was done on the half-pipe section and involved getting
up a good speed and doing a double spin the air at the top of the one side
and then as you came up the other side, you let the board go straight up
while you spun around and sat down on the edge of the top, holding your
hands out to catch the board. I guess because no one was watching I was
more relaxed and executed it perfectly. I was very pleased.

As I caught the board, there was a sudden outbreak of clapping. I had been
so absorbed in what I was doing, I had not realised that some others had
come and had been watching me.

"That was pretty awesome Mick." Michael said.

"Yeah, something else." Mark concurred

"You're pretty fucking shit hot on a board." A third said

I realised that I had had an audience of three. Mark and Michael who were
dressed much the same as I was; nondescript running shorts and `T'
shirts. But the third guy was of note. His skin was as white as marble, yet
his hair was jet black. He was fairly tall and must have been about
seventeen, at a guess. He was wearing one of those vests which had oversize
arm and neck holes and it hung down almost to his hips covering the top
part of his cycle shorts. He had a great shape and I could see through the
vest that his chest muscles were well defined and what I could see of his
legs showed nothing but perfectly sculptured shape. On top of this his skin
was flawless and his eyes were a sultry brown. He was an Adonis and I fell
in love with him on the spot. Unfortunately, his vest hid his package so I
was not able to judge that, but hoped an opportunity would come.

"Hi guys. I didn't see you arrive. You nearly scared the shit out of me
when you clapped. But thanks for that."

"Bob, this is Mick, we met him yesterday. Mick this is Bob, a friend of
ours." Michael performed the intros.

"Hi Bob, nice to meet you." I was ever so polite.

"Mick , same too. That last trick was really great. How do you do it?"

"With care." I smiled, "I have only ever done it once before. How's the
bumps Mark?"

"You should see his arse, its got a bruise the size of my hand." Michael
interrupted, "and there is a bruise in a straight line just above his cock
where the skate board hit."

"Michael! You don't have to give him all the details, thanks." Mark was
clearly embarrassed and I felt for him.

"Well if you're planning on skating today, Mark, I would be careful not to
land on my arse again if I were you. It will hurt real good."

Just then Bob lifted his arms above his head in a stretch which did two
things. First it revealed his armpits which I noticed were partly shaved
leaving a narrow cross of hair about half an inch long and the rest was
bare. But it also lifted his vest up so that I could see a huge pair of
balls held tightly under the stretched fabric of his cycling shorts and his
cock disappeared up at an angle slightly off the vertical, under the hem of
the vest. What I could see was about three inches of a thick cock. It
excited me and my cock began its inevitable rise to glory. I shifted my
skate board so that it covered the evidence, but I think Bob noticed it.

"You've got quite a lot of tricks there, Mick, where did you learn them? Do
you belong to a skating club or something?" Bob asked dropping his arms.

"Nah. I taught myself some and then I met Brandon who's now my friend and
we worked some others out together." I replied.

"Well I'm going to do some skating." Michael said and took off on a board
from the top of the half-pipe. I put my board down so that I could get up
out of the way and as I turned back to I noticed that Bob was eyeing out my
crotch. I knew he could see up the leg of my shorts, but I didn't care
about that anyway. Lots of guys have now looked up and had an eyeful; but
not all of them have seen a semi erect cock when they did so. I moved off
the half pipe and sat down with my back against the wall of the other
section of the skating area with my feet drawn up close to my bum. I didn't
consciously do it on purpose, but of course in that pose, my short's leg
was gaping and my cock and balls were on view. I was not even aware of it
at first, but Mark rolled past on his board and must have noticed because
he went over to Michael and had a quiet word with him and pretty soon
Michael was rolling past having a look trying not to be seen to be doing
so, and then Bob took a turn. Pretty soon all three of them were doing
twists and turns in front of me as if they were putting on a show for
me. And still I remained oblivious to the real reason for their antics.

After they tired they rolled over and sat down near me, but all so that
they could still see between my legs. Mark sat in the same sort of pose as
me and I got the chance to look up his short leg, but what he had was held
out of view behind some black briefs. A short while later, Michael lay down
on his back and then a bit after that bent his leg giving me a view up his
shorts leg revealing that his package was tightly held in a thong like pair
of undies. Bob's package was still hidden behind his vest, which in the way
he was sitting on the floor of the skate ramp also hid his balls, leaving
nothing of my desire on view.

"Have you just moved here?" Bob asked.

"Yeah. We were living in Brentwood last, but we moved here last week."

"That's no Brentwood accent." Michael put in.

"No, I come from up north, we moved to Brentwood a couple of years ago."

"I haven't seen you in school." Mark said.

"Yeah. Well I'm finishing up the year at my school in Brentwood and then
I'm starting at Bramston next term.

"What year will you be in?" Mark asked

"Ten. Unless they decide that I really messed up on my entrance and put me
back a year."

"That's cool, I'm also in year ten next term. Maybe we will have some
classes together." Mark continued.

"Yeah, that would be cool. At least I will know one person in the school
when I get there."

"Three. Michael and I also go to Bramston." Bob said.

"Ok. But I was kind of meaning in my year and I don't think either of you
are in year ten." I defended myself.

"I'll be in year eleven and Bob here will be in year twelve and will
hopefully have his driver's licence by the time we start." Michael told me.

"That's neat. But I guess at school you two will not really want to know
us. You'll lose your cred if you hang around with younger guys."

"Not really. Bob hangs around with us all and others in his year still look
up to him." Mark said.

"Yeah well I do quiet well in school and am not bad on the sport's field
and so others haven't got anything to hold against me. Besides, if I like
someone I don't care what others think. I will be a friend and hope they
will be a friend to me also."

"That's cool. I hope we can be friends then." I said.

"Maybe we are already." Michael put in. "After all you wanted to help when
Mark hurt himself yesterday. That's what friends do."

"The only thing is you might make us jealous the way you can handle the
skate board." Bob added, but he was grinning and obviously just teasing.

"I would like to be friends with you guys, so long as you stay as nice as
you've been so far. I guess what I mean is that I hope the way you've acted
toward me is your natural way, `cause it's been nice." I felt really clumsy
the way I put it and got embarrassed and went red. "And maybe I will be
able to show you some of the tricks." I added.

"We're always nice, but you may not like some of the things we do
together. But then I think you might be like us and so will not object."
Bob said.

"What sort of things?" I asked.

"Well we'll have to get to know you a bit better before we reveal that."
Michael added.

"Mystery already. Now you've got my curiosity up. Also I don't know how I
should act, or react so that you will know." I said.

"Just be your self and we will be able to tell. But I rather think I know
already." Bob concluded. "Now I'm going to skate a bit more.

We all got up and began to skate around in a rather leisurely way. Mark
went off to a corner and was obviously trying to do a corner board flip,
but was not getting the angle right and so was failing. I skated over to
him and showed him how to do it, and then called out some guidance as he
tried it for himself. His first attempt was not successful, but was better
than all his previous attempts put together.

"You'll do it soon." I encouraged, "Just a bit more practice. I think you
came in a bit slow that time."

"You think so? Shall I try again." Mark looked happy that I had not just
written him off.

"Go for it. And give it some stick as you come up the corner. Once you've
got that we'll try doing it left handed." I was basically telling Mark that
I knew he would be successful.

"Ok here goes." Mark took off and really put some effort into it. As he
came up to the right hand corner he gave that extra push and lifted off the
board as it somersaulted and then he landed square back onto it and rode
down the other side, beaming like a Cheshire cat.

"I did it! I did it!" he was really excited and skated over to me. "Thanks
Mick. And by the way, I think Bob really likes you. I guess we are going to
be friends."

I was kind of thrown by that and not too sure how to respond. But by that
time Bob and Michael had come over to see what Mark was shouting about.

"Did you see it?" he asked eagerly.

"See what?" they asked jointly.

"I did a corner board roll. Mick showed me how."

"No way! Even I can't do that." Michael said.

"I'm telling you. Watch I will show you." And Mark sped off on his
board. He took his run up and executed the roll staying on his board till
he rolled back to us. "See."

"That was great. Mick, you're going have to show us how. I can't have Mark
being able to do something I can't." Michael said. Some may have thought he
was jealous, but he really wasn't.

Then Bob said, "You will have to show both of us now."

"Fine by me. But we will have to work together on some other things so that
I am not always just showing you guys stuff."

"Of course. We are not just takers all the time." Bob said.

I demonstrated for the other two and then asked Mark to do it again while I
pointed out some of the technicalities of the trick to Bob and
Michael. They each had a turn, and like Mark were not too successful. I
told both of them where I thought they had gone wrong and sent off them off
on the next attempt. Michael succeeded in doing it, albeit it was a bit
scrappy. But Bob failed and ended up landing on his bum on the hard
concrete of the ramp. We all laughed, including Bob, but he had obviously
hurt himself a bit. I said we would have to practice a bit more to get him
to do it. But then Mark and Michael said they needed to get off home.

"Do you need to go too?" Bob asked of me.

"No. Mom's out anyway." I answered.

"Can we try again then, please?"

"Sure thing." I worked with Bob for about another half hour, and he managed
to get through the roll and work out for himself how to do it so that he
could do it properly most times.

"Next is to show me how to do that ending where you catch the board as you
sit."

"I don't quite think you are up to that yet. I reckon we need to get you
more used to riding the board so that it is just as if you are walking when
you are riding on the board." I told Bob.

"Well how do you propose we go abut doing that?"

"We just work together and you practice a lot. Even when I'm not around." I
replied.

"Ok. Let's start now."

"Fine. We'll start by getting you more used to turning corners and so on at
a greater speed. So we will just do some circuits of the course, but I want
you to hold my hand and keep up with me. We will start fairly slow and then
I will build the speed up gradually." I didn't really need him to hold my
hand but I wanted to have the chance to touch him.

We got up and lined our boards up and started off just doing circuits with
Bob holding my hand and keeping the speed up. As I gripped his hand, I felt
something which I had only felt twice before -- the first time I touched
Brandon and the first time I touched Kevin after the girls had raped me. It
was a feeling of confidence in which I new I wanted more of the guy. I had
already decided that this was a relationship I wanted to try and develop
and I was fairly certain that he was gay. I don't know why I felt that but
I did.

As we went round I changed the route into a figure of eight so that we were
getting both left and right hand turns in. Once I felt he was able to keep
up with me I began to increase the speed after each circuit until we were
doing about twice the speed we had started at. Then I began to introduce
some sharper turns and turns on slopes. On one of these turns I was on the
inside and as he was going a bit wider than he should have I tried to pull
him in a bit. This resulted in him losing his balance and falling towards
me. We both put our hands out to grab each other. As luck would have it, my
hand managed to grab against his thigh and slip upwards and over so that it
bumped and then slid over his cock. It was electrifying, but all too
brief. We ended up in a tangled heap on the floor, laughing the small bit
of pain from the bumps away. I lifted my head to check on how Bob was and
saw his eyes glued to one point. He had landed with his head between my
legs and was now looking straight up my shorts at my jewels. Of course
seeing his interest excited me and I began to get a hard-on. I was not too
sure how he would take that and so I lay back down and then began to speak
so that he would know I was moving and this would give him time to avert
his gaze so that I would not catch him looking.

We both started getting up together. The way he had fallen had caused his
shirt to ride up and afforded me a full view of the front of his cycle
shorts. The first time I could see his cock outlined in full and it very
clearly was hard and pulling away from his belly. On top of all the other
stimulation I had already had, there was no hope of keeping my hard-on at
bay. I was soon tenting my shorts, and there really was nothing I could do
to hide it. Bob noticed his was on display and quickly pulled his vest down
to cover it. He looked over at me and saw my tent and looked away,
obviously unsure of how to react. This is the first time we had met and we
hardly new each other. Although both of us felt fairly sure the other was
gay, we could not broach the subject yet. It could be social suicide to
declare your leaning to a stranger who you knew would be able to pass on
that knowledge to other strangers who would be getting to know you in the
near future. So each of us had to tread a little carefully. I decided to
call it a day and asked Bob if he would like to meet up the following
weekend.

"What about an evening during the week? He asked.

"I shall be staying with a friend in Brentwood until Friday."

"Ok, then next Saturday. I'll be here from about 11 onwards. Maybe you
could come to my place for dinner?"

"I dunno. I'll have to ask my mom."

"Well let me know Friday evening, then."

"How?"

"Phone me. My number is 433433. You should be able to remember that."

"Yeah, I think so. I'll write it down as soon as I get home." And with that
I left and made my way home again.

When I got in, mom was home and asked how I had been and if I had met
anybody new.

"Yeah. I met this guy named Bob. He goes to Bramston but is a bit older
then me. He's learning to drive."

"Is he gay?" Mom asked.

"I don't know. He might be, but that is not something you find out at a
first meeting in the park." We talked a bit more and then I went off to get
a shower before tea would be ready. Once I was in the shower, I just had to
have a wank as I couldn't get the thought of Bob's hard cock outlined in
his stretch shorts out of my mind. I lathered up my cock with shower gel
and then turning the spray away sat down on the floor of the shower and
began to stroke. Unfortunately I could not control myself well and had not
been going at it for more than a couple of minutes before I felt the build
up start and then burst forth with a shower of cum all over my belly. I
continued stroking for a bit longer, but then my cock got soft and I
couldn't get it hard again so I stopped and returned to having a shower. I
noticed that my hair was growing back quite nicely and I also realised that
it was not prickling anymore. I decided that as much as I liked being
smooth, I disliked the prickling even more and so would have to find
another way of doing it other than shaving. I finished up my shower and
walked naked through to my room. I lay down on my bed to rest a bit before
mom called me for our tea, I must have dozed off because the next thing I
knew, mom was shaking me awake to tell me there was a call from Kevin, and
that by the time I had finished on the call dinner would be ready. I got up
and padded through to the lounge to talk to Kevin.

"Hallo."

"Hi Mick. How's it going?"

"Hey it's cool Kev. I guess I'll survive in Witham."

"Have you met any boys yet?"

"Yeah. I've met some skaters and one of them is in the same year as me at
school."

"Are they, you know?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I think one of them is at least."

"So you going to forget about us here in Brentwood, then."

"Never Kev. You have been too good to me for me ever to forget you."

We chatted on for a bit longer and then Mom shouted that tea was ready so I
had to go. "see you tomorrow Kev."

"Yeah. If we miss at the gate I'll see you in our spot at lunch for some
liquid fuel."

"That's a date then." I said and hung up the phone.

I walked through to the dining room and mom had the food set out on the
table, but stopped me in my tracks.

"You are not going to eat tea in the nude. Go and put some shorts on
please."

"Yes mom." I knew better than to argue against that tone of voice.

When I got back, mom said, "Sorry Mick. I don't mind if you go about naked
the rest of the time, but when we are eating together or if we have guests
then please wear some clothes. Ok?"

"Sure thing mom." I didn't mind. I'm ok with or without clothes now.



Well that's chapter 11.

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Cheers, Rick.