Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 14:36:54 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
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


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