Skater Boys

by Neil Plakcy

  Jens considered him harshly at first, but his expression softened as the boy’s laughter became less mocking and more jocular. Geezer. “What a bizarre coincidence,” he replied with a smirk. Spare the rod and spoil the child. To dominate, Jens handed out a good tongue-lashing. “It’s no wonder you stink to high heaven. I wouldn’t come anywhere near you without this latex barrier to keep the taste of your ass from my mouth.”

  Perhaps Jens smiled too widely. Logan seemed to realize the denigration was all in fun. With a thumb holding down each end of the sliced condom, he let his tongue loose on the boy’s tight asshole. If he had more hands, he’d jerk the kid off—hell, he’d jerk himself off—but the best he could manage was to ensnare Logan’s balls in his hand. When he squeezed, Logan groaned. He thrust his hips up hard, inviting Jens’s outstretched tongue inside his hole. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, ass-fucking the boy with his tongue through a condom, but Jens went at it because it sent the boy flying.

  As Logan wrapped a fist around his cock and Jens squeezed his balls, their fingers smacked against each other. He plunged his face into the sk8er boy’s ass again and again, feeling that tight pressure on his tongue with every stab. Logan writhed and groaned under the assault. As much as Jens got off on watching the boy squirm with arousal, he wanted to put his cock in something warm before he busted a nut just tongue-fucking the kid.

  When Jens rose to his feet beside the couch, the boy in the leather chair caught his eye. Though he was still fully dressed, he rubbed his cock through the dark fabric of his ripped skate shorts. The reaction was delayed, but when Cooper caught site of Jens standing between Logan’s open legs, he called out, “Dude, he’s going to stick it up in you!”

  Logan threw his weight onto his elbows and his ass fell down onto the leather couch. The panic-stricken look on his face made Jens laugh. Put a fat cock in front of these little pussies and they don’t know what to do. “Jesus! You’ll fucking tear me open, old man.”

  “Oh, relax,” Jens scoffed, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. The boys watched, hypnotized, as he pumped it slowly. “You, Logan. You wanted a rim job, you got your rim job. It’s only fair you should service me.”

  “I know, man,” the kid in blue replied. “But, seriously, you’ll fucking rip me in half with that motherfucker. I can’t take it up the ass.”

  Shaking his head, Jens offered a low chuckle. “If you have nothing useful to say, would you please wrap your lips around my cock?”

  For a long moment, Logan made no move. He simply stared up at Jens with an absent expression plastered across his face and his mouth hanging slightly open. Jens tapped his drooling monster against the armrest like a dog trainer summoning his prize poodle up on the podium.

  Cooper surprised him. “What should I do?” he asked. Still dressed, he sat in the leather chair rubbing his prick in wide circles with his flat palm. In his puppy dog eyes, Jens saw that all the little dipshit needed was some direction in life. Young people required instruction or their energies became unfocused and devoted to life’s stupidities.

  “If your friend will get his pretty little head over here and take my tip in his mouth, you can get on your knees and tongue my shaft.”

  Cooper tore his layered shirt off before dropping to the floor. Jens was surprised to see how built his chest was. They both seemed so scrawny, at first glance. Logan turned around on the couch so his face was where his ass had been. He licked Jens’s pisshole.

  “What are you doing?” Jens hissed at Logan as Cooper wrapped his mouth around the older man’s fat meat. When the shirtless wonder grabbed his low-hanging balls, he moaned at the exquisiteness of the sensation. Lunging toward Logan, he said, “Follow your friend’s good example. Suck it, will you?”

  Logan responded with action. He reached out for Jens’s firm ass and swallowed as much of his cock as he possible could. Jens understood; he was huge. It was difficult for these young and largely inexperienced boys to manhandle such a large slab of meat. But they were trying, and that’s what really mattered. And, in fact, Jens couldn’t deny how good it felt when Logan ran his hand down his thigh and sucked his knob like a mango pit. Cooper did his part too, running his hot tongue across his shaft while he played with Jens’s balls.

  “Fuck, I need to sit down,” Jens admitted when his knees began to shake. “Cooper, you give good head. I want you working my cock. Logan, you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. Let your friend sit on your face until you learn.”

  He expected Logan to fight back—he’d been deliberately cruel to provoke the boy’s passion—but he only shifted off the couch as Jens collapsed onto it. Like a perfect sub, he lay down flat on the floor, half his body buried under the glass-top coffee table, and opened his mouth in anticipation of Cooper’s prick. But Cooper didn’t budge.

  “Get over here,” Jens instructed. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

  “I’ll do it,” said the voice on the floor.

  Jens placed a foot on Logan’s shoulder to keep him in place. “No, you won’t. You had your chance and I wasn’t impressed.”

  Cooper pulled himself up off the ground and dropped his shorts with visible reluctance. When his boxers fell to the floor, Jens could see why. He had an itty bitty little pecker hidden under there, and it wasn’t even hard yet.

  “Come on,” he encouraged the boy. “Put your pecker in your friend’s mouth while you blow me.”

  Logan swallowed his friend’s meat—balls and all—as Cooper took Jens’s thick rod in both hands. Impaling his face on Jens’s wood, he pumped the shaft like an oil rig. That warm little mouth encouraged his cock to grow even bigger. The kid ran his narrow hips in circles as Logan produced muffled moans from below. From what Jens could gather, Cooper had grown too big for his britches and Logan couldn’t handle it anymore. As Cooper retracted his balls from his friend’s mouth, Jens grabbed the lube and tossed it to the floor. “Here. If you can’t give a good blow job, you can at least finger your friend’s bunghole.”

  No argument from the floor. From the intensity of Cooper’s service, Jens could tell when the little cocksucker’s ass had been infiltrated. Cooper worked him harder, heaving on his shaft while he plunged his head down on that firm wood. God, his mouth was just so hot and wet! Their youth must have rubbed off on Jens, because in no time he knew he was going to cum all over the place. He could barely speak for panting. The tension was exhilarating. “You, Cooper, do you want a mouthful or should I cream that ripped chest of yours?” It occurred to him that was the first time he’d given either of the boys a choice in any matter.

  Giving his cockhead one good last lick, Cooper backed off completely. Jens felt his balls quake as he let out a deep growl. Leaning back against the coffee table just in time, Cooper got splattered with a healthy stream of hot jizz. The spray didn’t slow him down, though. He fucked his friend’s astounded face as Jens looked on from above, until he looked ready to bust a nut in Logan’s throat. But, no; if he weren’t so lost in an orgasmic daze, Jens might have thought to get out of the way before Cooper could pull his little prick out of Logan’s mouth. He should have seen it coming. Cooper let loose on him. His cum landed with a hot splash across Jens’s solid chest. What could he do but chuckle? At least it wasn’t all over his face.

  When Cooper rolled off the boy on the bottom, Jens got a great view of Logan jerking himself off underneath the coffee table. Glass tops were made for moments like these. Logan thrust his skinny hips up and down as he fucked his lubed-up fist. If Jens hadn’t just blown his load, he would have cum all over again just watching the boy go at it. When Cooper’s head sank down in front of the couch, Jens couldn’t see exactly what was going on. Either Cooper was kissing his buddy’s mouth or licking his little pink boy-nipples. He didn’t care which as long as he had a good view of what was going on under the coffee table.

  And he did: Logan pulled on his pecker so fast his hand was a blur. Whatever Cooper was doing down there, it was
working. Logan moaned and yelped and came with a vengeance. His jizz coursed up against the glass coffee table, coating its underside with hot white cream. The boys panted and laughed as Jens sat with his legs splayed wide open on the couch. “Who’s going to clean up that mess?” he asked, hardening his tone for effect. It wasn’t easy to speak harshly to them when he felt so damned relaxed.

  They didn’t have long to feel so good, as it turned out. The front door clicked and Soren’s voice resounded through the first floor. “Dad? Are you home?”

  “Shit,” Jens hissed, sitting very still. They should all have been racing for their clothing strewn about the room, but instead they froze. Above ground, Soren’s heavy footfalls stunned the floor until they heard the bathroom door close. “Get your fucking clothes together,” Jens insisted as he raced across the room to find his shorts. “Get dressed! Get dressed!”

  By the time Soren opened the door to the basement, Jens was back at it in the weight room. Cooper and Logan had plunked themselves down in front of the TV.

  “Hey, you guys are here!” Soren said, racing down the stairs just as Cooper scooped the condom packs from the back table. He shoved them in his pocket. “I’m surprised my dad didn’t throw you out.”

  “Trust me, I tried,” Jens called from the weight room. “But your bastard friends seem intent on sucking the life from me.”

  As Soren turned to shoot them a chastising glare, Cooper’s and Logan’s eyes landed on the white pool dripping from the underside of the coffee table. Before Soren noticed it, they used their big-ass shoes to shuffle some magazines over the top. “You guys,” Soren said. “You shouldn’t torment my dad.”

  They chuckled, throwing Jens a pair of lively grins.

  “We know, man,” Cooper said with a nod.

  “Yeah,” Logan agreed. “He’s not bad.”

  SKATER BOYZ CUM HARD

  Bearmuffin

  There’s lots of gay action in San Diego if you know where to find it; down and dirty sex with sex-starved sailors, macho marines and psychedelic surfers. You can add sinewy skateboarders to the list because around here they’re everywhere.

  It was Saturday afternoon and I was supposed to meet some friends at the San Diego Museum of Art in Balboa Park to see the new exhibition of French Impressionists. But since I got to the museum a half hour early and had some time to spare, I decided to investigate the action at the southwest section of the park.

  Sure enough, a bunch of skateboarders were doing their stuff. It was a tempting assortment of roughnecks and pretty boys all with one thing in common: they were lean, athletic, real butch young guys with tons of rock-hard muscle.

  Any thoughts of seeing French Impressionist paintings flew out of my mind to be replaced with a sudden daydream of me fucking a hot skateboarder. Streams of precum dripped from my piss-slit while I fantasized grabbing his shoulders as I thrust into him rocketlike, him bucking against me to and fro; his breath coming out in ragged gasps ungh, ungh, ungh followed by long, sweet moans of pleasure because he really loves getting fucked and all he can say is, “I love your big dick, man. Fuck my asshole!”

  Then Taz suddenly appeared and joined the others. Yeah, that was his name, all right. No doubt named after the Tasmanian Devil because he was a whirlwind of lust—as I soon found out. I had a great feeling that my wildest fantasy was about to come true. He just looked like he’d be nasty, low-down sex.

  I wondered if Taz had some special allure or was it all in my mind? I began to concoct a romantic fantasy around him. It may sound silly, but then I have a penchant for doing just that: creating an entire psychodrama about a boy I’ve just seen for a few fleeting moments.

  Taz was wearing a black hoodie but I could still see his face. He was beardless, ingenuously appealing. I liked his square jaw, and that hint of moustache below his broad, blunt nose lent him a certain butchness, a rough quality that really excited me. He moved with an easy, almost feline grace and carried himself with a commanding air of self-confidence that I found immensely appealing.

  I got more and more aroused as I watched him skate. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, he fascinated me so. Nothing, but nothing, could have possibly marred the perfection of his essential butchness.

  Then the sound of an approaching car broke my concentration. I looked at the driver: just another horny dude like me. I glanced around and saw a few other cars parked nearby. So I wasn’t the only dude checking out Taz. In fact, all eyes were upon him. I could sense that everybody in those cars wanted him. And I sensed he knew I was checking him out. He ignored me at first but then started glancing my way a few times.

  When I come across a potential trick, I always wonder how the dude will react to being cruised. Will he be cool as fuck, an asshole or what?

  So what was Taz going to do? Flip me off, say “Whattya lookin’ at, fag?” or words to that effect? But no, he was game, for finally he broke out in a winning smile that would have melted a heart of stone. He skated up to me and said, “Sup, man?” so smooth and cool-like.

  I have this knack for saying the most outrageous things to people and getting away with it. As my eyes were going up and down and all over his beautiful body, I said: “You’re one hot dude. How’s about I suck your cock?”

  Taz smiled again. He squeezed his crotch, and I could swear it thickened and twitched. Was that a come-on or what? “Cool, man. I could go for that.” Ah, those beautiful blue eyes were so sexy, so full of promise. “C’mon, follow me,” he said.

  I fished out my cell and called my friends to say I was having car trouble. Call me a flake, but what would you rather do: see a Renoir or suck some prime, grade-A cock?

  Then I got out of my car and began jogging behind Taz, who had hopped on his board and begun skating down a long, winding driveway. We made our way down that driveway, past a Parks and Recreation building, until Taz stopped in front of some bushes. He hopped off his board, put it under his arm and cut through the trees that shielded the path from passersby.

  I took a quick look around me, saw nobody, and followed him. My eyes were glued to his ass as the bushes got thicker and thicker. I wanted to see the sweat droplets that no doubt were forming on his wonderful ass. I wanted to lick the hot, musky sweat from his crack. I wanted to lose myself inside his ass, make it my world, my entire consciousness.

  Just a few more steps and we were well out of view, coming upon a clearing that gave us plenty of room for some serious fucking and sucking. Taz turned around and smiled. Then he stepped up to me and pulled me to him. For a moment I gazed into his gentle eyes. I was hypnotized with lust. Then he began kissing me, lingeringly, slow and soft. I was just beginning to get into it when he pulled back.

  “Ever been here before?” he said.

  “No. Is it safe?”

  “I dunno,” he said. “We’ll see.”

  Taz was so freakin’ beautiful that I was willing to take my chances.

  I looked around and it seemed peaceful. The sun shined down on us through the interlocking branches, and the crisp but earthy odor of nature in its prime tickled my nose. Yeah, the vibes were good. There was nothing to stop us from stripping down and enjoying each other’s unbridled sexuality. I said to Taz, “Do you mind taking off your hoodie? I want to see your muscles.”

  Taz didn’t hesitate for a moment and did as I asked.

  He had a body like a statue by Praxiteles or one of Michelangelo’s virile masterpieces. He was that classically beautiful: the sexual interplay of his skin and muscles was so wonderful to look at and fall in love with. The total effect was one of boyish exuberance combined with devilish sexiness.

  I took in the lean, muscled arms and broad back that tapered to a narrow waist. But for a trail of brown fur that plummeted down between his superdefined abs, Taz’s chest was smooth. My heart pounded and my pulse raced when I saw that long, thick trail of swirling fur disappear behind the waistband of his jeans.

  Taz stepped up and kissed me again. He sure was a fuckin’ great kis
ser! His tongue slid in and out of my mouth as he caressed my arms and upper back. We were soon groping and fondling each other until our cocks were touching and grinding, our groins mashed together so that hot cock was throbbing wildly against hot, spasming cock.

  Taz began licking my neck slowly until he reached the sensitive area behind one of my ears and began nibbling on my earlobe. The stud was driving me into an erotic frenzy. My cock was so hard now that precum was oozing once again from my piss-slit.

  He moved to my pecs and began sucking on one nipple as he tweaked and pulled the other. I gasped with pleasure and ran my hands down the small of his back and into his butt.

  I rubbed his hot, turgid cock through his cutoff jeans, then impatiently pulled down his zipper. I reached inside and felt the bulging pouch of a jockstrap. “Wow!” I said. “You’re wearing a jock!” I fell to my knees and pulled down his shorts to reveal his white jockstrap. I pressed my face against the webbed pouch and took long, lingering sniffs of his heady and manly scent, the ripe aromas wafting from his groin. Yeah, there’s nothing like the arousing odor of a man to really get me hot! Then I ran my tongue all over the pouch to savor his musky, sweaty taste, getting the pouch really wet with my spit. Like a pig in mud I wallowed deliriously in the stink of his crotch.

  When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I yanked down the jock and Taz’s mighty cock sprang up before my eyes. “Wow!” was all I could say as I marveled at its impressive size and classic beauty. The thick blue veins and the purple head made me want to spend a lifetime sucking his cock.

  Taz moaned when I reached down and began fisting his cock. He placed both his hands on my nipples and yanked. Taz’s expert nipple play sent lusty tingles all over my body until I was dizzy with lust.

  I played with Taz’s cock some more until it was rock hard. Taz grabbed my head and guided my mouth over his cock. “Suck,” he said. I opened my mouth as he pushed forward until his cock was all the way down my throat.