Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 14:36:54 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Skateboarder Of Venice Beach Chapter Seven (Revised)

*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


*Recap Chapter Six: The two boys, twelve year old Colin, and sixteen year
old Chad continued to grow closer, with a genuine loving bond forming
between them.  Two lonely boys, finding comfort and friendship between
them.  The young boy's embarrassed inhibitions had all but disappeared as
they had explored masturbation with each other.  And then, in the heat of a
California night, they snuck out to swim naked in the neighbors pool.  We
start with the last paragraphs of that chapter...


		       Skateboarder of Venice Beach
			Chapter Seven / Conclusion


   "This is fun." Colin whispered.  The older boy smiled at him, and he
turned around, preparing to swim back across the pool.
   "Hang on to me, and take a breath." Chad whispered.  The boy put his
arms around Chad's neck from behind, and he took a deep breath just as the
older boy folded under the surface.  Colin clung tightly to him as if
hitching a ride, their wet naked bodies pressed together as they glided
along under water.

 Chad's legs and hips porpoise kicked in a near humping motion, propelling
them forward as he swam, and Colin was very aware of his own soft boy
parts, sliding and snuggled pleasantly against the older boy's firm warm
buttocks.
   He enjoyed the ride, and was even a little disappointed when they reached
the shallow end of the pool near the steps, and he continued to cling to the
older boy for a moment, even after they had stopped, enjoying the wet warm
sensation of the older boy's soft skin against his own.
   Finally, he forced himself to let go, and Chad stood up in the shallows, turning
around to face him.  Colin suddenly realized that he had started to get an
erection while he was holding onto the older boy.  The skin on skin contact had
caused his dick to stiffen slightly, and right now it was sticking strait out from
his dripping dripping body.

    "Nice..." Chad whispered, as he looked down to see the beginnings of the
younger boy's erection.  He reached out playfully and tugged on it a few times.  At
And just at that exact moment, a light was suddenly turned on inside the
house..... **



   Both boy's whipped their heads around, to stare at the house, and the
warm yellow light which now streamed from the windows.
   "Oh shit...." Colin squeaked, as feelings of surprised fear raced
through him.  He looked quickly at Chad and oddly the expression on the
older boy's face wasn't one of fear...  He was grinning wickedly.
   "Come on..." Chad said quickly, in low tones; as he grabbed Colin by the
wrist, and they hopped up the steps out of the pool, and started running
through the darkness toward the fence and the bushes in the corner.  Chad
reached down and made a snag at their underwear which were still laying
discarded on the lawn.

  He managed to scoop up one pair, but dropped the other as they raced past
and into a dark corner.  Their wet feet caused them to slip on the grass, and
Chad fell on his butt as they skidded to a stop, and crouched down in the
darkness.
   Colin saw the other pair of briefs a few yards out, and he scrambled
forward, slipping in the grass as he lunged for them.  Laying almost flat
out, the boy grabbed the white briefs and spun himself around, crawling almost
comically back to Chad, who was giggling impishly near the fence.

   Crouching low, Chad wrapped his arms around the youngster, gathering him
in, as they huddled quietly behind the low bushes.  They peered back toward
the house and watched the sliding glass door open slowly, and the neighbor
woman walked out onto the deck with her cat.
   "There you go puss.  Go do your business." She said as she lowered the
cat to the ground.  The woman stepped forward, out onto the deck, and she
stood looking absently up into the night sky.
   Nearly a minute passed, and her cat finally trotted back up along the
deck.  She stooped to pick her up, and apparently she failed to notice the
two sets of wet footprints leading away from the edge of the pool.

   She turned and went back inside, sliding the glass patio door shut
behind her, and several seconds later the light shut off again in the
house.  The back yard fell into darkness once again, lit only by the stars
and half moon floating listlessly above.
   The two wet, naked boys still crouched silently by the fence.  They both
let out an audible sigh of relief, and Chad was afraid that their wonderful
little skinny-dipping session had ended up scaring Colin.
   He looked at the boy, intending to apologize to him; but he was
surprised when he saw the youngsters smiling face, beaming up at him.
"That was so friggen cool..." Colin giggled, in a naughty little whisper.

   "What..?" The older boy whispered, as a surprised smile crossed his own
lips.
   "That was so fun." Colin whispered excitedly.  "It scared me at first,
when the lights came on, but...  You were grinning and stuff.  And then
when we slipped on the grass, and you fell on your ass...  That was
hilarious..."
   Chad grinned back at him in the darkness.  "Ya, well... What about you,
sliding on your belly, trying to grab up your underwear..."  Both of them
snickered, trying to keep their voices down.

   Getting themselves under control, Chad stood, and stepping up to the
fence, he reached up and took hold of the top.  Since there was no bracing
on this side, he bent his knee, and told Colin to use it as a step up to help him
as he crawled over to the other side.
   In moments, the two naked boys dropped onto the lawn on Chad's side of
the fence, and with out bothering to try and pull their underwear on over
wet limbs, the scuttled back across the yard to the house.

   Chad opened the kitchen door, slowly peeking inside.  It was still
quiet, and the boys hurried across the tiled kitchen floor and snuck quietly
back upstairs to the older boy's room.  Silently, Chad closed and locked the
door behind them, ending their naked midnight romp.
   Both boys giggled quietly.  Colin was exhilarated, feeling the naughty
pleasure of getting away with something like that.  Feeling totally bonded,
and connected to his older friend, the boy put his arms around Chad, and
held their still wet, naked bodies together in a warm, more than friendly hug.

  They looked at each other, and Colin pushed up onto his tip toes, lifting
his head upward toward Chad.  Almost instinctively the older boy tilted his
head forward, and their young, moist lips met in the most innocent, and
unplanned exchange.
   Both boys could taste the distinct remains of chlorine from the pool, and
both could taste the loving bond of friendship that had been building up
between them.  They lingered for a moment, as their slightly parted lips
touched warmly on one another, both boys wanting to hold onto that tender
moment as long as they could.

   It wasn't sexual, at least not in that way.  It was a bond of
friendship.  Two lonely boys who desperately needed to make a connection of
the soul to someone else.  They moved backwards still holding each other,
and they fell softly back onto Chad's bed.
   They rolled to the middle of it, still clinging to one another in the embrace of
a warm hug.  This was a moment, couched in a physical embrace yet devoid of
sexuality.  Age doesn't define the needs of a human being; and even boys as
young as these knew that something meaningful was happening between them.

   They both needed this.  Both struggling to cement this bond, making it
permanent between them.  Innocently, they touched lips again, and almost
instinctively their youthful tongues met, finding their way into each
other's mouths.  It was a purely natural reaction, it was inquisitive and
curious.  It was not lustful, nor sexual, not even explainable really...
Only to say that it was a loving gesture, in the truest sense of the word.
   Their young pubescent bodies were still moist with water from the pool,
and they melded together as their legs and feet intertwined, wrapping like a
security blanket around each other, and they held onto each other until
sleep eventually took them.
   Young Colin slept, more soundly than ever he could remember.  He felt
safe, with a real sense of trust, and of being loved.  This was a new
sensation inside of him.  An itch finally scratched, a darkness finally
illuminated, and exposed to the light.  And it felt good...

   The older boy felt the much the same way; though he likely understood
the feelings a little better.  At sixteen, he had many times pondered his own
loneliness, and the lack of fulfillment that he had known, even before his
father had passed away.
   Chad woke about six thirty the next morning, the younger boy was still
sleeping soundly alongside him, lying comfortably on his stomach, but
nestled warmly against the older boy.  There was something amazingly
innocent about his twelve year old friend, and as Chad gazed quietly at
him, he could easily recognize himself in the boy.

   With a tender smile, Chad moved his hand to lightly touch the sleeping
boy's soft round shoulder, trialing his finger tips timidly, and
thoughtfully over the gentle curve of it.  Ever so softly, he caressed the
boy's silky smooth skin.
   It was warm, and pleasant beneath his touch, and Chad innocently traced
his fingers over the youngsters shoulder blade, and across to the slight
curve of his spine. "Mmm..."  A brief, soft, and comfortable sigh came
from the boy, though he was still soundly sleeping.

   Chad smiled at the pure, childlike quality of it, as he lovingly rubbed
the boy's back.  His touch ever so slight, his fingers almost floating over the
boy's naked skin.  He trailed his hand down the smooth curving musculature,
to the small of the blond boy's back.
   The older boy gazed with an artists eye, at the wonderful upward curve
and rounded globes of the youngster's firm buttocks, so perfectly divided
by the gentle crease running down the middle of it.
   So beautiful, the soft lines of the human body, and even more so with
the unmarred, slender firmness of youth.  Chad slid his palm up to softly
cover the small mounds of smooth flesh, that was the boy's bottom, and he
shuddered pleasurably at the warm feel of it.

   Colin shifted slightly.  Still very much asleep, his little rump seemed
to cozy itself against his palm.  Chad smiled, and turned his gaze slowly
up to the boy's slender torso.  He looked at the silky thin, downy like
blond hairs on the boy's skin.  So fine as to barely be seen, except up
close against his tanned skin.
   It looked so exquisitely soft.  Feeling a tenderness toward the boy,
Chad gently leaned forward and pressed his lips to the base of the
youngsters soft neck, and he smiled at the tangle of blond hair, splayed
about on the pillow.  It had still been damp when they had fallen asleep,
and even so, in it's tangled mess, the boy looked amazingly cute.

   After half an hour or so, Chad finally extricated himself from the
youngster's side, and quietly got off the bed, moving over to his desk.
Pulling out his drawing tablet, he opened it to the nude drawing of Colin,
that he had been working on.
   Putting his bare feet up on the bed, and resting the tablet across his
knees he began to add to the drawing, in the upper left corner, as he
carefully studied the soft, angelic features of the boy's face.  He smiled
from time to time, as he skillfully captured the finer details of the boy.

   Quite some time passed.  At one point, Chad had heard his mother as she
left for work, trying not to disturb the sleeping boys.  Eventually, a
quiet sigh escaped young Colin, as he woke from his slumber, and stretched
away the night.
   The boy opened his green eyes, looking first to the empty space
alongside him in the bed, and then turning his gaze toward Chad, who was
still sitting right nearby, with his bare feet planted on the edge of the
bed.
   A warm smile emanated from the boy as he looked at his best friend,
Chad.  "Morning..." He whispered softly.
   "Morning bud." Chad returned with a pleasant smile.
   "Whatcha' doing?" Colin asked, though he could see the drawing tablet
across the older boy's knees.
   "Just finishing up." Chad replied, grinning at the haphazard blond mop,
that was Colin's hair.

   The boy sat up on the bed, and looked down at his own nudity.  He smiled
to himself, remembering the adventure of the previous night.  "That was so
cool last night..." He said suddenly, grinning over at Chad.
   "It was." Chad agreed, and he closed the drawing tablet, and set it
aside on the desk.  Colin put his hand up to his own head, trying to comb
his fingers back through his hair.  He remembered that they had fallen
asleep, still wet from the pool, and he knew what he must look like with a
serious case of morning hair.

   Colin pulled himself off to the side the bed, gently touching his bare
feet to the floor, and lifting his arms above his head, he stretched his
lean naked body, to work out the tightness of the nights sleep.  He yawned
tiredly, and stood up.
   "Is your mom home?" Colin asked, and looking down he noticed his young
boyhood pointing stiffly out in front of him now.
   "Na, she left for work half an hour ago." Chad informed him with a
little smile.
   "Good." The boy replied.  "I need a shower..."  He walked naked across
to the bedroom door, and opening it he looked back at his older friend.
"Are you coming?" He smiled.
   "Guess so..." Chad replied, standing up from the desk chair.

   This time he followed Colin directly into the bathroom across the hall.
They turned on a fine spray of warm water and climbed into the soothing
flow.  The water rinsed it's way through the boy's straggle of hair,
plastering it down along his head and neck, as he stood tiredly under the
stream.
   Chad squirted some shampoo into the boy's blond locks, and softly began
to massage it through the his wet scalp.  Colin was more than enjoying the
feeling of Chad's fingers gently washing his hair, and his young boyhood
slowly swelled again into a full erection.  He turned his body around so the
two boy's were standing face to face.

   The youngster stood there looking up, and studying Chad's firm body as
the older boy attended his hair.  Not in a thousand years would he have
imagined standing naked, with another person in a shower; let alone with
his own little boy pickle standing up at attention, pointing firmly up at
another boy.

   Colin glanced down at Chad's soft penis, which was bouncing slightly as
he washed the boy's hair.  He smiled warmly, and suddenly wanting
companionship for his own rigid boy tube, he reached out and wrapped his
fingers around the older boys soft tool.  With his right hand snuggly wrapped
around his own stiffy, and his left hand gently squeezing Chad's, he began
rubbing both of them at the same time.
   "How's that feel?" Colin asked, looking up hopefully.
   "Duhhh..." Chad smiled, and he could feel his dick begin to swell
quickly in the boy's grasp.  "Mmm... Here, try this." He said, and he
reached down with his hand, fully lathered with shampoo suds; and he
slathered a generous amount of it onto his own stiffening tool.  Then, with
his other hand, he did the same for Colin, totally coating the skater boy's
erection with slippery shampoo lather

   Colin started in again, jacking them both.  This time his fingers slid
smoothly over their erect members.  "Ahh...  That's nice." Colin breathed,
as he squeezed and stroked each of them.  Chad smiled, and resumed
shampooing the boy's hair, enjoying the warm sensations of the youngster's
hand working below, on his stiff rudder.
   Warm water from the shower continued to flow against his back, as Colin
stood face to face with the other boy, continuing to slowly masturbate both of
them.  Chad finsished washing the younger boy's hair, and he ran his soapy
hands gently over the other boy's shoulders, and slowly down to the youngters
soft, slender backside.
    His eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feel of the Colin's soft,
smooth skin, and the warm tightness of Colin's hand as it still clenched
tightly, and continued to manipulate his hardened erection.

   "Oh man...." He sighed.  "Colin that feels so good."  Without realizing
it, he began to gently rock his hips, staying in time with the boy's
strokes.  "Man, oh geeze...." He breathed, as he could feel his own
foreskin slide up and down over his sensitive glans.
   Colin was feeling very excited as well, as he looked from Chad's penis,
to his own, and back again, while he stroked them both in a synchronized
fashion.  This too was erotic, he thought, watching both foreskins slide
wetly up and down, allowing brief peeks at each of their swollen glans.

   He felt Chad twitch in his fingers; and it made him happy to know that
he was bringing considerable pleasure to his older friend.  He continued to
masturbate them both for several minutes, and finally he looked up at Chad,
who's eyes were still closed contentedly, and feeling happy, the youngster
leaned forward to rest his forehead on the older boy's chest.

   Chad was getting seriously worked up by this point.  His hands had
settled on Colin's hips, just holding him gently there, and he could feel
the sporadic movements of the boy's buttocks as the younger boy continued
to jack them both off.
   And young Colin was feeling the tense buildup as well.  He was twelve,
pubescent and stimulated, his young body was quickly charging toward
orgasm.  He turned his head slightly, and rested his cheek against the
warmth of Chad's chest, leaving their hips apart just enough to keep his
hands steadily pumping up and down between them.
   "Mmm.... Oh, geezus.....That feels so good..." Chad moaned.  "Ohhh
Colin....  I'm gettin' close dude, real close..."
   "Me... Me too...." Colin uttered with a breathy sigh, followed by a
little high pitched, and very boyish grunt.  The sound of it was almost
lost against the older boy's chest.

   They could both feel it strongly now, as Colin continued milking away.
Chad rested his head on Colin's naked shoulder, and he shifted his hands from
the boy's swaying hips, and cupped them around the youngster's butt cheeks.
He was lost in his own stimulated sensations now; and he began gently
spreading and then closing Colin's firm round bum, kneading their roundness
in his hands.
   The boy could feel his butt cheeks separate, and close teasingly, and it
brought him fantastic new sensations, something that felt very erotic indeed.
Wonderful feelings around the erogenous zone of his young pink anus.  He
squealed contentedly and he could feel his body stiffen, preparing for
ejaculation.  "Cummin', I'm gonna cum....."

   At that moment, Chad pulled upward on the boy's buttocks, lifting him
slightly off the shower floor, and he pulled the boy's body tightly against his
own. He ground his hips against Colin's, their young pubic mounds, and dicks
slid together between the hot wet flesh of their bodies.
   Instinctively the younger boy's legs wrapped loosely around the sixteen
year old, and the humping and sliding motion of their hips did the rest.
    Chad's hands were still cupped under his bare butt cheeks, pulling the boy
inward with humping motions as they wiggled against one another, and
several of the older boy's fingers had slipped deeply into Colin's warm crease,
one of his finger tips rubbing and pressing against, and into the blond boy's
totally aroused pink anus.

   It was spectacularly stimulating, and just as suddenly, Colin blew
off...  His turgid boy tube swelled as if taking a deep breath, and then it
squirted multiple orgasmic loads of his junior jelly between them.  Chad
could feel the pulsing of Colin's rigid boy part, and the flow of warm spunk,
and the very sensation of it set him off as well.
   With a deep shudder, and a low growling moan, the older boy's hot seed
erupted in multiple spasms, and forced it's way into the nonexistent space
between them, welding them together, and mingling with Colin's still warm
boy syrup.

   Chad couldn't hold the other boy up anymore, as the ejaculation had
drained him.  He relaxed his hands, letting the youngster's hips slide down
till his feet touched the floor of the shower.  The boy's leaned into each
other, and they balanced against one another as they swayed mildly, each
of them euphorically lost, and slowy returning from the erotic youthful rush
of intense orgasm.

   "That.... Was intense." The blond boy muttered, after a few moments,
his legs still feeling numb.  He managed a satisfied smile as he looked up
curioiusly at Chad.  "Did you try to stick you finger in my butt?" He asked.
   "Ya, I guess so." Chad confessed.  "Sorry dude.  It just sorta'
happened, you know.  I didn't think about it, but when I lifted you up I
could kinda' feel the heat coming from it....  And It just sorta' drew me
to it.  Are you mad?"
   "Mad?  Heck no.  It was so awesome...  It felt weird, but the second you
touched me there, my insides kind of went nuts...  I think I really liked
it, it kind of set me off somehow."  Colin smiled thoughtfully.

   As the boys pulled apart, they took their time, and let the warm water
rinse them clean, and then they finally climbed out of the shower.  They
dried off with a fluffy soft cotton towel, and then borrowing a comb, Colin
ran it through his hair and shook his head to settle his blond, beach boy
hair.
   The boys pulled on some clothes, and feeling physically drained, and more
than a little hungry, they headed downstairs to the kitchen.  Chad's mom had
left four huge sweetrolls out on the counter for them, which they heated up
in the microwave, and then quickly devoured.

   After they had satisfied their appetites, and felt a little rested, they headed
outside to the front porch, and stood for a moment, basking in the already
warm morning sunshine. They fiddled around with Colin's skateboard for a
little while in the driveway, and in the street in front of the house for time.
   "Wanna do something else?" Colin asked, after awhile.
   "Ya.  I was just thinking about that myself." Chad answered.  "You have
any ideas?"  Colin looked over at his older friend, considering.
   "Well...  I was wondering if you wanted to, maybe work on that old
motorcycle in the garage!?" The boy suggested.

   Chad looked over at his young friend.  The old motorcycle.  Chad had
showed it to the boy a few days earlier.  It was kind of disassembled, on a
stand and in various parts and pieces, long ago tucked away in boxes in
the back of the garage.
   It had belonged to Chad's father, back in the day, when he was still
alive.  They had been working on it together.  Trying to restore the old
Triumph street machine to it's former glory.  But... When Chad's father had
passed away three years ago, the project seemed to have died along with
him.

   Chad didn't have the heart, or the will to continue with it on his own.
It was something that they had been doing together.  A thirteen year old
boy and his dad, and it had never felt right somehow, to continue after his
father was gone.
   The older boy stood stoically, remembering back to those times.
"Sorry..." He heard Colin say, in a soft voice at his side.  His mind
returned to the present, and he looked over at his friend, who was standing
right along side of him.
   "Sorry..." The boy repeated.  "I, I didn't mean to make you feel sad."
The boy put his hand gently on Chad's arm, and smiled apologetically at
him.

   "No.  No that's alright bro." Chad offered, with a soft smile of his own
He looked at the younger boy thoughtfully.  He knew that Colin had lost his
own dad when he was only two years old.  He had never even really gotten to
know his father, let alone do things with him, like building something
together.
   Chad could feel a tightening in his throat as he gazed at his younger
friend.  He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then looking back
up at Colin, he beamed a warm smile.
   "Come on." he said, tugging on the boy's elbow.  "Let's go take a look
at it..."

   The boys opened up the door to the garage, and turning on the lights,
they went inside to the back, and the large workbench against the rear wall.
Chad reached out, and grabbed the old dusty canvas that covered the
motorbike, pulling it off of the standing frame and motor.
   Chad just stood and stared at it for a moment.  The old bike was a
vintage, 1959 Triumph Bonneville T120, remarkably well preserved.  The
younger boy looked at it for a long moment, and then glanced over and saw
an almost sad expression on Chad's face.  The boy raised his arm, reaching
up and around, he put on his hand softly on the older boy's shoulder.
   "It looks really cool." He said, with a gentle smile.  "It must have
been fun... Working on it with your dad..."  Chad looked at the floor a
moment, then back up at the bike.
   "It was." He answered quietly.  "It really was..."

   With Colin at his side, the boys stooped in front of it, and together
began checking out the bike, the older boy pointing out the various things
that he and his father had worked on, and rebuilt, way back when.
    The old bike had a parallel two cylinder 649cc motor, that Chad and his
father had worked long and hard on, to restore to it's original condition.
A custom bike shop in Los Angeles had even machined some of the parts, to
clean them up.

   Chad seemed happy, the more he talked about the old bike and the work
they'd done on it, and Colin listened with rapt interest, asking
intelligent questions, and enjoying the older boys enthusiastic answers.
   They broke out several old milk crates full of parts, and laid them out
carefully.  Suddenly Chad came across a large, unopened package.  He looked
over the label, and saw that it had come from a paint and chrome shop.  And
the shipping label was past dated some three years ago.
   It had arrived some time after Chad's father had passed away; and in all
the turmoil, it got stored unopened, out here with the rest of the old bike.

    Chad placed the large parcel on the workbench, and carefully opened it
up.  There were three individually wrapped pieces inside.  Chad and Colin
unwrapped the two smaller ones; and they turned out to be the large metal
Triumph tank emblems.  One each for the left and right side of the tank.
   Both were freshly chromed with gold script, and sparkled like new in the
light.  "Whoa..." Colin breathed, glancing at Chad.  "Those look cool...
The older boy nodded, and grinned.  They were the original emblems, that he
and his dad had sent off to be re-chromed.
   "They did a great job on these." Chad stated.  "Id forgotten all about
them."  Chad looked at the large wrapped item, still in the box.  An
excited expression crossed his face.

   "I wonder if that means..." He pondered, reaching into the box.  "This
must be the missing gas tank."
   "Missing?" Colin asked.
   "Ya.  Dad wanted to get it repainted like the original, but I didn't
know he'd sent it out.  We couldn't decide on what color to paint it.  They
made it in two colors back then.  Pearl Gray over Blue, or Pearl Gray over
Tangerine.  My dad wanted the blue, and I wanted the tangerine.  I never
knew he'd even sent it out..."

   Sitting on a stool at the workbench, and holding the wrapped tank in his
hands, Chad got a pensive look on his face, as the memory of it flooded
back to him.  "Open it up..."  Colin suggested.  With some hesitation, the
older boy fumbled with the wrapping paper; and as he peeled it back, his
eyes opened wide with surprise.
   There it was.  A beautifully painted gas tank, in Pearl Gray over
Tangerine.  There was a catch in Chad's throat, and his eyes watered
slightly.  His dad had chosen the color that he'd picked.

   Colin looked at his friend, and he understood the older boy's emotional
response.  He stepped up closely behind him, and wrapped his arms around
Chad's neck, hugging him warmly, and resting their heads together.
   Several tears slid slowly down Chad's cheek as he thought about his
father's final gift to him.  Young Colin continued to hug him, gently
supporting his older friend, as he sat quietly for a minute.

   At length, Chad wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and turning
his head toward Colin, he smiled, and kissed the boy softly on the cheek.
"Thanks..." He breathed.  Colin furtively wiped a tear from his own eye,
and smiled appreciatively at Chad.
   "It looks really good." He praised softly.  "You should put it on the
bike."  Chad looked at him again, with a kind smile.
   "Ya.  Let's you and me do that." He replied.  Standing, the boys moved
over to the frame and engine.  They gathered a small packet of bolts, and
worked at installing the tank back onto the frame.  It went on easily, and
gave the motorbike a much more finished look.

   The boys worked on the bike all afternoon, stopping only briefly for
lunch.  At five, Chad's mother pulled into the driveway, and getting out of
the car, she noticed the light on in the garage.  She stepped to the open
door and peered inside.
   Her hand went to her mouth, as she gazed in surprise at her son,
crouched alongside his young friend Colin, both of them working on the long
abandoned project.  Her eyes watered as well.
   It reminded her of the times that Chad and his father had crouched
there, doing the same thing, trying to restore that damn old Triumph.  With
a huge smile, she walked into the garage, and marveled at the sight of her
son, as he dutifully instructed the younger boy about installing the front
fender.


   The boy's spent quite a few hours, over the next few weeks; happily
working on the motorbike together.  It was really starting to look like a
classically restored vintage bike.  Chad was a stickler for details, ever
with an artists eye, he would remove any nut or bolt with the slightest bit
of rust or corrosion on it, to either clean it up or replace it.
   And with all the work the boys did, and the work Chad and his father had
done years before, the wonderfully restored paint and chrome, and a freshly
reupholstered seat, the bike was looking almost factory fresh.

   Even Colin's mom had helped.  She had serched, and actually found an
original part that the boys needed to replace, on eBay of all places.  She
bought it from a collector in England, and offered it as a gift to Chad.  She
had also become quite good friends with Chad's mother, and she was more
than happy at the strong friendship that had grown between the two youngsters.
   The boy's did run into a little mechanical trouble with the bike at one
point, but Chad's mother knew of someone, an older man who used to be a
bike mechanic back in his day.  With a few hours help from him, those
problems were easily resolved, and the motorbike slowly neared completion.

   The boy's focus and interest had been pretty much on the bike most of
the time during those weeks, but that didn't stop them from taking a break
to enjoy their other hobbies.  They would drop down to the skate park
periodically, or spend some time on the beach, sunning and swimming in the
Pacific.
   And lets not forget their other shared hobby.  Masturbation.  For Colin,
like most twelve year olds, it became a source of frequent pleasure.  When
he was home at night alone in his bed, he would explore, and thoroughly
enjoy himself.  And the times he spent the night with Chad, the two boys
played erotically long into the night.

   And that time in the shower with Chad, when the older boy had fondled
his little pink grommet, that had also inspired him.  And from time to time, he
would probe and wiggle his spit covered finger around his boy opening while
he jerked off; at times even inserting it a knuckle or two.
   Colin spent quite a few nights sleeping over at Chad's house as well.
It was summer after all, and as the boys were spending so much time
together working on the motorbike, it just made things simpler.

   The boys always slept in the same bed of course, and with a knowing
look, or a cagey smile, one or the other of them would initiate their fun
little play session.  They enjoyed jerking each other off, and would often
lay on top of one another, humping and grinding their hips together.
   It always seemed to be a special sensation to cum against the heated,
sweaty belly of the other boy.  It was innocent fun, exciting, stimulating
and intriguingly naughty.  But more than anything it was intimate, making
their friendship unique and special.

   Late on Friday, a parcel was delivered to the house.  It contained special
engine oil, and other hydraulic type fluids that Chad had ordered for the
bike.  The big moment was almost here, and on Saturday they would fill it
up, and make final adjustments.
   The boys were fairly excited that night, giddy with anticipation, and
looking forward to try and fire up the old classic motorbike the next
morning.
   And adding more excitement to the mix, the boys were home alone.  Chad's
mom, along with Colin's mother had driven the twenty or so miles into Los
Angeles, to see a play at the Pantages Theater, and they wouldn't get back
till very late.

    The boys had already gone up to Chad's bedroom, and had long since
stripped off to their underwear.  They were lying side by side, propped up
against the pillows on the bed as they watched Chad's small flat screen TV;
and they shared a bowl of blackberry ice cream.  Colin glanced over
tentatively at the older boy.
   "So...  What's a 'blow job' like?" The boy asked suddenly, and quite out of
the blue.
   "What?" Chad nearly choked on his ice cream, furrowing his eyebrows at
the sudden question.  He smiled then as he looked at Colin
   "You know..." Colin blushed.  "I mean...  Have you ever like, had one?"
he wondered.
   "No." Chad answered honestly.  "Why are you suddenly asking about that?"
The younger boy shrugged indecisively at his side.
   "I don't know.  I was just curious is all..."

   Colin reached across Chad's chest and scooped up a spoonful of ice cream
from the bowl that the older boy was holding.  As he pulled it back, a big glob
of it fell off the spoon and dropped sloppily onto the older boy's bare chest.
Surprised, Colin started to giggle.

   "Dude..." Chad scolded playfully.  "Get that off of me, it's friggin cold."
Colin looked at him, still giggling, then tentatively reached the spoon over to
try and scoop it up.  He stopped short though, and with a mischievous little
smile and a suggestive look, he leaned over and licked the melting cream
from Chad's bare skin.
   Chad looked at him with an amused expression on his face, and then he
smiled slyly as a thought occurred to him.  Taking his own spoon now, Chad
intentionally spilled several drops of melting ice cream onto his own chest,
near his right nipple.  He raised his eyebrows suggestively hinting at Colin.

   The boy giggled again, and leaning over, he playfully licked the droplets
away, tickling the older boy's nipple with his tongue.  A new game it
seemed, had begun.  Chad smiled naughtily, and scooped up more of the soft
ice cream onto the spoon.
   Moving it downward, he hovered the spoon teasingly over the younger boy's
flat belly.  Glancing up at the younger boy, he tipped the spoon, spilling
some of the cold melting cream into the depression of Colin's belly button.
   Colin giggled at the chilly sensation.  "Hey," he said with an accusing
grin, as he pointed to his naval.  "Fix it..."  Chad leaned over him with a big
smile, and like a kitten, he lapped up the melting cream, playfully tonguing the
youngsters innie of a belly button.  The boy shivered slightly at the delightful
feel of it.

   Already Chad could see the firm tent pole, stretching the front of boy's
bright white cotton briefs.  "Ha, ha..." He teased.  "Got you hard..."
   "Oh ya," Colin said, looking down at Chad's underwear.  "What's that
then?"  Indeed, the older boy had sprung a woody as well.  Colin grinned
knowingly, and feeling a little excited now, he reached down to give his own
stiff boyhood an effectionate squeeze.

   Knowing that this would lead to the boys jacking off, the formerly shy
Colin wasted no time in stripping off his underpants.  With his palm, he gently
started to rub his four and a quarter inch tumescent tube, causing his firm
boylike shaft to twitch once or twice.
   Colin watched as Chad quickly joined him, slipping out of his boxer
briefs, exposing his now familiar, and rigid boy length.  Wanting to
continue their little game, Colin decided to tease his older friend, and he
dipped his finger into the ice-cream bowl, that rested between them now on
the bed.
   Slowly and with a great showman like flourish, he lowered his finger to
his crotch, and wiped the sticky ice cream onto his own wrinkled foreskin,
then he raised his eyebrows, as if daring Chad.  "Fix it..." he said again with
a boyish giggle.

   "What the hell was that..?" Chad laughed.  "You think I won't?"  The
younger boy grinned and shook his head no.  "Really?" Chad replied, as he
shifted his position on the bed, and leaned his head over the boy's mid section.
He smiled broadly, as this was all intriguingly new territory.
   He looked closely at Colin's youthful erection.  It was so awesome to
look at, firmly on display only inches away from his face.  The fleshy shaft
was rigid, hovering just above the boy's nearly bare pubic mound, and Chad
could easily make out the cherrylike shape of Colin's glans, wrapped
snuggly under the thin cloak of his boyish foreskin.

   Chad shivered with excitement as he studied the little blue veins,
branching out behind the thin curtain of taut boy flesh, and he watched as
some of the melted ice cream dripped, and fell away onto the youngster's
pubic rise.  It was totally hot, and quite arousing.

   He looked up at Colin, who in turn, was staring down with eager
anticipation on his face, though he never thought for a second that Chad
would actually do it.  The older boy returned his gaze to the boy's naked
maypole.
   He leaned in closely, and he could smell the delicate and pleasant scent
of the boy's naked flesh, it was oddly intoxicating.  Chad closed his eyes
for a moment wanting to savor it, this clean young boy musk.
   Ever so softly, his nose brushed against the soft underside of Colin's
straining boy tube, which instantly twitched upward again, aroused by the
contact.  Chad heard a surprised little moan, then a quiet whimper escaped
the younger boy's throat, and he could feel Colin shudder with delight.

   His eyes were still closed, as he brushed his nose, and lips softly over
Colin's warm member.  God the skin was so incredibly soft...  So tender...
Chad opened his eyes, and he let the warm exhale of his breath wash gently
over young Colin's penis and testicles, which caused the younger boy to sigh
loudly again.
   He looked at the gathering of bunched skin covering the boy's shapely knob,
still dripping with a little daub of melting ice cream.  Trembling slightly, but
with great anticipation Chad pushed his tongue out, leaned forward and
licked the rubbery flesh of the boy's foreskin.

   Colins eyes were wide with surprise.  He watched as Chad licked him clean.
And after the mild ice cream taste was gone, Chad was savoring the almost
indescribable taste of pubescent boy skin.  It was unique, inticing, and most
certainly a delightful surprise.

   Both boys shivered excitedly after the sexual contact.  Colin's eyes stayed
wide open with surprise, and he had propped himself up on his elbows, letting
his head fall back with the pure pleasure of it.  "Shit Chad...  That felt so
awesome...  I, I really didn't think you'd do it..."
   But that was just the beginning.  He suddenly felt Chad's fingers gently grasp
his boy tube, and slowly peel back his thin foreskin.  The boy looked down
quickly to see his exposed purple tip, just as it disappeared between Chad's
moist, parted lips.

   Instantly the sensational feelings intensified, as his glans was encased in the
rich, warm wetness of the older boy's mouth.  Colin whimpered delightedly at
this incredibly new, and raw sensation.  Chad was actually sucking on his
dickhead!  AWESOME..... He could feel the older boy's tongue swirl over, and
wash around it.  Colin's hips jerked as this wild new experience unfolded.
   "Oh geezus......" He whimpered loudly, "Oh geezus..." As Chad's tongue
seemed to probe into his pee slit, and then it tickled the soft spot just under
his glans, where it connected the shaft.  The feeling was so intense that even
his anal ring seemed to clench when his hips raised, and his butt cheeks
tightened with intense pleasurable resistance.

   Chad, could sense the youngsters arousal, since the boy's penis seemed to
pulse and throb in his mouth several times.  Chad repositioned himself now,
crawling  over, and kneeling between Colin's slightly spread legs.  His hands slid
under the boy's firm buttocks and he gently lifted the youngster's hips upward as
he continued to suckle the boy's firm penis.
   Colin writhed pleasurably beneath him.  He squirmed, and emitted little chirps
of pleasure as Chad slipped wetly up and down his youthful shaft.  "Shit
Chad.... Oh shit, oh shit..." He breathed, feeling tingles build deep within him.
   After a minute or two, Chad slipped the wet prong out of his mouth, and
he began nuzzling, gently kissing and licking down the full length of the boy's
splendidly warm shaft.  He buried his nose in Colin's soft warm scrotum,
wiggling and fondling the loose skin of his sac, and it's precious spherical cargo.

   Colin was totally at his mercy.  He had never felt anything like this before,
and almost instinctively he drew his knees up a little and spread them out
to the sides, exposing all of himself.  Chad continued to suckle the boy's
soft pouch, rolling Colin's testicles on his tongue.  Then he moved downward,
licking the boy's perineum, the soft tender space between ball sac and rosy anus.
   Chad had no idea what he was doing really, this was all totally new, and
certainly unexpected.  He had simply given in to his own excited hormones...
And, Colin's boylike moans, and enthusiastic squirming had spurred him onward.

   The skater boy's hands and arms moved about, clutching and tangling in
bed sheets, and then in Chad's hair.  His own excited droplets of precum
rolled from his reddened, and slightly swollen pee slit.  He had never been
so completely stimulated like this before.
   Chad stroked the boy's tube with his fingers, while he continued to
bathe Colin's hanging ball sac with his wet tongue.  He moved even lower
now, and he could faintly detect the gentle tang of the boy's clean pink anus.
   It wasn't what he'd expected.  There was nothing nasty about it, nothing
off putting.  It was more of a sensuous boy musk.  He breathed it in
pensively, further aroused by the sweaty sweet smell of it.  He touched his
tongue gently to the pink ring, and watched the little grommet clench
tightly like the shutter of a camera lens.

   Colin squirmed wildly at the contact.  "Oh god....  Oh man." The boy
moaned.  Chad had no reservations about lingering there, testing the soft
opening several times with his tongue, but then he wanted to feel the boy's
heated spike in his mouth again.
   Chad stuck his middle finger into his mouth, coating it liberally in
saliva, and then he gently placed it at Colin's rear entrance.  He wiggled it
around for a moment, lubricating and teasing the tight pink ring.
   With a mild push, he entered the boy's hot pucker with his probing finger
tip, and at the same time, he lifted his head to take Colin's turgid boy tool
back into his mouth.  He could taste the salty sweet juice of the boy's
surprisingly plentiful, and unexpected precum; which was coating the boy's
warm, quivering member.  It tasted wonderful.

   Though it most certainly was his first experience, giving or receiving
head, he did his very best to make his young friend happy.  And from the
delighted squeals, moans and grunts, he must have been doing a great job.
   He continued sucking, and stroking Colin's boy bits, while his moist
finger disappeared repeatedly in and out of Colin's tight, welcoming boy
hole.
   Colin moaned, and continued to squirm, as his toes curled and splayed
imploringly.  His thighs tightened, filling with the pre-orgasmic rush of
endorphins, and his feet banged against Chad's hips.  It was all too much to
take...  Chad's finger was pumping into his willing anus, amazing feelings were
coursing through his body, and he couldn't hold out any longer.

   Suddenly the boy lost all body control.  His pubescent penis engorged, the
shiny purple ridge of his glans expanded, and the fireworks started. His young
penis spat out surprising amounts of youthful boy spunk.  Sticky pulses of
immature seminal fluid erupted from his organ.
   Chad took it all.  Savoring the sticky sweetness, this boy nectar spurting into
his mouth.  And the erotic nature of the whole encounter caused him to
start losing his own baby batter in the next instant.  He rolled forward, lying
across Colin's hot, sweat dampened body, humping into him as pearlescent
jets of cum shot forcefully from his throbbing teenage tube, and washed over
the younger boy's sweaty lean torso.

   There was the sound of heavy breathing in the room, and low contended
moans. The deep labored breaths eventually shallowed into restful bliss, as
the boys lay there for many minutes, seemingly unable to move, and not
really wanting to.
   Their hot sweaty bodies rested comfortably together.  It had been a most
unexpected, and totally amazing event.  Both boys reveled quietly in the grand
experience. as their naked bodies remained molded together.  It was something
neither would ever forget.  Minutes passed in contented silence.

   "Thanks...." Colin whispered finally.  "That was...  That was unbelievable...
Whoa, I can't believe we just did that."  After a long while, they got up to
take a long, and much needed shower, and Chad changed the soiled sheets on
his bed, before the boys finally collapsed back on top of it, falling asleep as
they snuggled lovingly up to one another.


   The next morning, sun filtered brightly through Chad's open window.
A fresh breeze ruffled the thin curtains, and the blue skis were already warmed
with the early sun.  Seems it never rains in Southern California.  You know that.
At least that's what the song declares.  The boys were already up, and had quickly
slammed down some breakfast.  They were anxious to finish up the motorbike
today, excited to see if it would even start.

   Chad opened up the garage, and they got started.  They filled the crank case
with the specially purchased synthetic oil, and then topped off all the other fluid
reservoirs on the bike.  They spent over three hours making the final adjustments,
and inspecting every last detail of the classic 1959 Triumph motorbike.
   And then it was finished.  Chad stood back, and looked meaningfully at
the fully restored, classic road machine.  A project started long ago with his father,
and now at long last finished, with the help and encouragement his best
friend, Colin.

   He looked over at the younger boy, standing quietly at his side.  Colin
looked back at him, and put his arm around the older boy's waist, smiling
up at him.  "You did it..." He said proudly.
   "We did it, Colin...  We did it."  He turned and wrapped his arms around
the twelve year old in a sincere gesture of friendship, gratitude, and love.  The
boy returned the meaningful embrace.
   "Well...  Let's see if it starts." Colin encouraged, excitedly.  Chad
nodded, and they rolled the motorbike out into the sun washed driveway.
The new chrome sparkled in the bright sunlight, and the beautiful new
pearlescent paint shined with deep luster.

   Chad's mother came out of the house, a broad smile on her face.  She
stepped off the porch and walked over to the boys as she looked at the
motorbike.  "Oh Chad...  Your father would be so proud of you." She smiled
almost tearfully as she hugged her son.
   "Ok, ok, break it up..." Colin grinned after a long moment.  "Let's
start this puppy up!"
   "Right!" Chad responded, stepping away from his mother.  A look of
excited anticipation on his face.

   He walked to the bike and turned the petcock valve to open, letting the
fresh gas flow into the carburetor.  He adjusted a few other settings, made sure
it was in neutral and then swung the kick start pedal into position.
   Chad glanced at his mother, who smiled back at him.  Then he looked at
Colin, who had a huge grin on his face, and the boy gave him a thumbs up.
Chad smiled warmly at his best friend.
   Putting his foot up on the kick start, he took in a deep breath and snapped
his leg downward.  The pedal was stiff, and it came back up with no results.
Another firm kick from the sixteen year old, and the back pressure in the
exhaust pipes made a slight throaty popping sound.

The older boy looked over at Colin, who nodded encouragement to him.  Chad
could feel himself shaking with nervous excitement, and gathering his
weight he snapped down on the kick starter again.
   There was a brief dull thump'a thump from the engine.  Chad breathed in
again, and gave it another brisk kick...  The motor caught, stumbled a bit,
and then thundered to life.  A deep throated rumble from the exhaust pipes.
   "YES..." Colin yelled, thrusting his fist into the air and leaping up
excitedly from the ground.

   A huge grin spread Chad's lips, and he looked at his young friend who
was jumping excitedly up and down as the motorbike rumbled with authority.
He glanced at his mother, who had happy tears in her eyes, and he smiled
fondly at her.
   Chad revved the motor, and it's deep rumble sounded solid and wonderful.
He got off the bike, adjusted the idle screw, and let it idle in the driveway to
warm up.  Colin clapped him excitedly on the shoulder, and they exchanged a
high five, grinning happily.  This would be yet another moment to remember.

   The boys checked over the motorbike.  Everything looked good.  There were
no leaks, no odd vibrations, no rattles.  The 1959 Triumph T120 purred as
confidently as it had when it was manufactured in England all those years
ago...
   Chad got back on the bike, and pulling in the clutch he dropped it into
gear.  He looked at his mother, who nodded at him.  Easing the clutch out,
he felt it engage and the bike rolled forward into the street.
   With care for the newly renovated engine, Chad rumbled slowly down the
road, up shifting smoothly as the motor purred and rumbled beneath him. "Yeah."
Chad shouted as the bike motored cleanly along.

   He cruised around the block, and when he returned a minute later, he
stopped in front of the driveway.  A tremendous smile on his face.
"Well..." He said, looking at Colin.  "You coming, or what...?"
   The twelve year old grinned huge, and ran out to the motorbike.  He
flipped down the passenger pegs, and carefully slid his leg over the seat.
He was tucked tightly to Chad's back, and he put his hands up on the older
boy's shoulders.

    "Hang on." Chad told him with a warm smile, as he put the bike into gear.
Colin wrapped his arms firmly around the older boy's waist, and with a
smooth deep roar, the motorbike thundered off down the street...






                                               * * * Epilogue * * *


  Time passes.  And eventually all boys grow up.  Sad perhaps, that many of
those boys lose the joys and wonder of their childhood.  Becoming obsessed
with their new lives as an adult.  Some of them, almost forgetting the
experiences that made them who they are...  But some, remember always,
those most joyful day's of their youth.


   The young man closed the front door of his beautiful house, not far off
the beach in an affluent suburb of San Diego.  The house was modest, but very,
very nice none the less.  He had just come home, with his live in fiancé,
having gone out for dinner, a nice evening in town.
   The young woman went upstairs, to get ready for bed, but he had wandered
into the kitchen and flipped on the lights, grabbing a cold drink from the
fridge.  The young man had a nice look about him, fairly handsome with the
same lean, healthy build of most twenty three year olds.
   He glanced briefly through his mail, and then walked toward the back of
the house, opening up the doors to his studio.

    The high ceilinged room was comfortably appointed, with a nice large
desk, surrounded by bookcases with various journals and classic art books.
There was a comfortable couch and chair just off from the desk, and the
rest of the room was set up to accommodate the young man's profession.  The
studio part was set up with a large drawing table and all the many sundries and
paraphernalial that he needed to do his work.  There was a large rack,
holding blank canvases of all sizes, and an area set up for large plaster
moldings, and castings.

   He stood at the drafting table for a moment, looking over his latest
project; a commissioned piece by a well know player on the San Diego
Charges professional football team.  It was coming along nicely.
   The young man had found a lot of success as an artist, his pieces now
bringing in thousands of dollars.  He was well known in the art community,
and even at his young age, he had established quite a name for himself.

   He carefully examined the pen and ink drawing, and took a sip of his
cold drink.  There was a woman's voice calling to him from somewhere down
the hallway.  "Honey...  Are you coming up to bed?"
   "Be there in a moment..." He replied in a pleasant voice.  He flipped
off the light above the drawing table, and turned for the door.  Stopping
for a moment, he looked at a large framed drawing, hanging on the wall
above his desk.  A soulful smile spread his lips, as a wonderful memory
came to his mind.

    He reached out, and leveled the frame a bit, then smiled fondly at it
once again.  With that, he turned and left the room.  Making sure the front
door was locked, he started to go upstairs, but he stopped for a moment,
and opened up the door into the garage.  Turning on the overhead light, he
stood reminiscing in the doorway.
   In it's own space, on the far side of the three car garage, was a
vintage, 1959 Triumph motorbike, in splendid condition.  He had been
offered a ton of money for it, by a collector of such bikes; but this was
something he would never sell.  It meant the world to him.  It always had.

   He switched off the light to the garage and walked back toward the
stairs, glancing once again through the open door to his studio.  He smiled
again at the drawing on the wall.  It was his favorite piece of any that he
had ever done.  With a loving smile he turned, and headed upstairs.

   The wonderful framed drawing on the wall was that of a beautiful naked boy,
lounging peacefully in an arm chair.  In the upper right hand corner, filling a
third of the piece, there was an amazing portrait of the boy, smiling angelically
amidst a flurry of his long blond hair.


                                                        * * * * *


   As for Colin; the youngster is enrolled as a freshman at USC now, taking
undergraduate courses in, of all things, Art Sciences.  A subject that he
had been lovingly introduced to, by his best friend, several years earlier.

    His blond hair is a little shorter now, and he lives on campus in one of
the dorms, with a roommate who has a secret crush on him.  Hanging proudly on
his dorm room wall, is the most wonderfully detailed, framed drawing of himself
as a boy, skateboarding on Venice Beach.  It was drawn for him, back when he
was only twelve, by his best friend Chad.

   The two boys, remain the best of friends to this very day.  And just so
you know; Colin is as cute today as he had been at twelve, when he was one
of the young Skateboarders of Venice Beach...


				  The End


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