Skater Boys

by Neil Plakcy

  I wrenched his fly open and shoved his denim cutoffs down his muscled thighs, barely waiting for him to kick them aside, before I skimmed out of my own shorts. His cock wasn’t as thick around as mine, but it jutted out of his crotch, longer than me. He was cut and his engorged head glistened with precum. The first time our naked bodies pressed together I whimpered and buried my face against his neck, shivering in need.

  He whispered in Spanish, “Mi papito, cariño. Oh, fuck, you feel good.”

  Almost shyly he took my hand and led me through to a dimly lit bedroom. Without turning on any lights, he stretched out on the bed in the center of the room and drew me down on top of him.

  I was hard again. Our cocks slid together, lubricated by precum and the remnants of my own ejaculation. Our exertions warmed us until we were humping, rocking our hips in concert. Our dicks slid together. His movements grew more frantic, and he wrapped one leg around my thigh, arching against me, his breath ragged and harsh in my ears.

  I reached between us, wanting to feel him, pumping him until he moaned and throbbed in my hand, spewing cum between us. Sticky and sated we collapsed together on the rumpled duvet. He murmured something soft and nuzzled my throat.

  “Alejandro.” I said, savoring the syllables on my tongue.

  He licked my earlobe. “I always knew we would do this,” he said.

  “Y-you did? How? I never—”

  “Oh, yes, you did. You just didn’t let yourself know it.” Fingers moved over my chest and stomach. I was hot. Even so, a shiver passed through me. “Don’t you remember how you felt whenever I came around? Even the day when we first met.” This time his fingers folded over my semihard dick and balls. “It was always there. Waiting for us to pluck it.”

  “Why today?”

  “What is today?”

  I thought about it. “My birthday.”

  “Your twenty-first. In every country in the world you are now a man. I only let men fuck me. Boys don’t interest me.”

  At his words I felt myself grow hard again. At what? The prospect of fucking this man? I’d never done that with anyone, man or woman. I pushed him down and rose above him. The pulse beating in his throat doubled and his breath caught when he saw the look in my eyes.

  “Top drawer.”

  “What—” Then I leaned over and opened the drawer. There was a brand-new, unopened tube of Wet and several brightly colored Trojans. I pulled out the lube and a square of foil, ripped the foil open and pulled out the condom. I stared at the thing in my hand and flushed. “I’ve never…”

  He grinned and took it out of my hand. “Then let me.”

  Smooth as can be, he rolled the thin latex shield down over my erection. I watched every move, so I could repeat it. Then he rolled onto his stomach and I reared up behind him.

  He thrust his ass up, spreading his legs for me. I stared down at the tight globes of his ass and the wrinkled brown orifice between them. It invited me to explore it further. Even in my dreams I’d never done what I now did. I spread his cheeks and leaning over, licked the round globe. His skin flinched under my touch. I repeated the gesture. He tasted of sweat and salt, musk and semen.

  I slicked myself up and pushed two lubed fingers between his cheeks and probed for the opening. I stretched him out, finding a spongy mass inside him that, when I stroked it, made him whimper and cry out, thrusting back into my hand, taking me deeper into his gut.

  Instinct drove me then. I grabbed the lube and squeezed some into my palm. I grabbed my dick, transferring the lube, then positioned the head of my cock against his slick hole and rammed up him. He clenched his ass muscles around me. I braced against his shoulders and slammed into him, again and again, all my control gone in a frenzy of lust. This time my orgasm started as an electric buzz at the base of my cock, sweeping up my spine and back down, until I spewed into him. He jerked underneath me. I grabbed his dick and pumped him hard until he cried out and followed me into orgasm.

  This time our collapse left us on the edge of unconsciousness. I barely had the presence of mind to pull the condom off before we slipped into sleep, locked in an embrace.

  I blinked and opened my eyes. The light had changed. I rolled over and found my legs tangled in a blanket. Then I saw Alejandro up on his elbow, watching me with a hawklike intensity that was unnerving. He seemed to be waiting for something.

  I stretched languidly, feeling more relaxed than I ever had before this day. When I reached over to take his hand and smiled, he softened.

  “Alejo.”

  “Que onda?”

  Instead of answering I asked, “What time is it?”

  He looked disappointed. “You have to be someplace?”

  “Yeah, home. Tio’s gonna be expecting me.” I didn’t tell him Nattie would be too. I didn’t talk about my sister with outsiders. He would have met her—she came with me to the rec center a lot—but I didn’t hold her up for people to gawk at. The last thing I wanted was this cop’s pity. Then I relented. “Maybe we could eat first. I am still hungry.”

  “Pizza work for you? I’m pretty sure I got one in the freezer. I come out here sometimes to unwind….”

  I didn’t ask if he came alone. Not my business.

  “Sure. Sounds good.” He rolled off the bed and padded naked toward the door. His bare ass looked fine. Before he reached the exit he swung around. “You want to hit the board park again before I run you back? It’s still early.”

  “I don’t know…” That was a lie; I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than go skateboarding with him. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. I don’t believe in giving anybody the upper hand. His having a sweet dick didn’t change that.

  “Well, why don’t you think about it while I get dinner ready. It’ll take around twenty minutes. Want another beer?”

  I nodded and dropped onto the age-worn sofa, feeling it sag under my butt.

  He returned, handed me my Tecate and sat beside me, his leg pressed against mine. “I got a proposition for you.”

  “Que?”

  “You want to get some undisturbed practice in before Saturday?”

  Undisturbed? Ah, he’d seen how the Locusts 13 were riding my ass about joining their crew. Of course he had. Part of the reason he was down at the center so regular was to try to keep all us homies out of the gangs by any means necessary. I guess seducing me was part of the plan.

  But the idea sounded good.

  Not just the idea of spending more time here practicing, but having the chance to fuck him again. Once just wasn’t enough.

  I was still wary. “What you suggestin’?”

  “Arrange to stay here for the next three days. I got them off and I can coach you. I know a few moves and I can keep you focused. I got a video cam too, so I can tape you and you can study the tapes after. Check out your technique.”

  I didn’t see a TV anywhere. When I mentioned this he shrugged. “I’ll bring one from home. Sound like a good idea?”

  “Yeah,” I tried to sound bored. “Sure. Why not. I gotta go home though, talk to Tio.”

  “Let’s eat, then I’ll drop you off. I’ll get you my number so you can call when you’re ready.”

  Suddenly I was eager to get home so I could clear things up to be gone for the next few days. I still had to come up with a reason to placate Tio, but I was sure I’d manage. He’d bring in one of the neighbor girls to help tend Nattie—she liked Rosita from next door, so I knew she’d be in good hands.

  I could smell the pizza now, but before Alejandro could get up to go get it, I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He rolled over on top of me and his hand groped at my stiffening cock. The kiss deepened faster than I’d expected and by the time we split the smell of burned cheese told me our dinner was toast. When he tried to get up, I hauled him back down.

  “We’ll order out,” I said and slammed my mouth back down on his.

  GLOSSARY OF SKATING TERMS

  360: Skater and board make a complete turn while i
n the air, so both are facing the opposite direction on landing.

  5-0 (five-oh): The nose of the board is up in the air, resting on the back truck.

  50-50 grind: Grinding with both trucks.

  Acid Drop: Riding straight off an obstacle and dropping to the board without popping the skateboard into the air.

  Backside: A type of turn in which the skater’s back is facing the outside of the turn.

  Caballerial: Backside fakie 360 ollie, named after skater Steve Caballero.

  Deck: Main portion of the skateboard.

  Deck Slide: Sliding sideways on the skateboard deck.

  Face Plant: Falling and landing directly on your face.

  Fakie: Riding with the foot that is usually at the rear at the front instead.

  Goofy: Most skateboarders ride with the left foot forward, using the right foot to propel the board; a goofy-foot boarder rides with the right foot forward.

  Grind: Scraping one or both axles on a curb, railing or other surface.

  Half-Pipe: Two concave ramps facing each other.

  Handplant: The skater plants his hand on the half-pipe, upside down with his board in the air.

  Heel Flip: The skater pops the board into the air and kicks it to flip underneath him.

  Kick Flip: The skater flicks the board with his foot to make it flip and spin at least once while he’s in the air.

  Laser Flip: A 360-degree heel flip.

  Mannie: Also called a manual; the front wheels of the skateboard are off the ground, but the back or tail of the board does not touch the pavement.

  McTwist: Twisting aerial trick named after skater Mike McGill.

  Nine-Set: A nine-stair set with rail.

  Nose: The front of the board.

  Nosegrind: Sliding on the front truck.

  Ollie: Popping the skateboard into the air.

  Pop Shuv-It: The boarder jumps into the air without spinning, while the board spins beneath him.

  Rail: The side of the board.

  Streetside: Skating on the streets.

  Tail: The rear of the board, measured from the rear truck to the end of the board, and usually curved slightly upward.

  Treflip: A 360 pop shuv-it and a kick flip done at the same time.

  Truck: Front or rear T-shaped axle assembly.

  Vert: Riding a vertical ramp larger than a half-pipe, or an empty bowl-shaped swimming pool or sewer pipe.

  Wallie: An ollie performed during a wall ride.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  BEARMUFFIN has written for many gay magazines, and his fiction has appeared in anthologies from Alyson, Cleis and Starbooks. A devotee of raunchy, anonymous sex, Bearmuffin lives in San Diego and hangs out in adult arcades, sex clubs and bathhouses in a never-ending search for grist for his pornographic mill.

  P. A. BROWN’s approach to life was tempered in the forges of Los Angeles, and after eight years there she was endowed with a fascination for the darker side of life. She considers those years a lifetime’s worth of experience that she mines regularly in her stories. More at pabrown.ca.

  HEIDI CHAMPA has been published in numerous anthologies including College Boys, Like Magnets We Attract, I Kissed a Boy and Big Tools. If you prefer your erotica in electronic form, short stories can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Ravenous Romance and Torquere Press. Find more online at heidichampa. blogspot.com.

  MARTIN DELACROIX’s stories appear in many anthologies, among them: Bend Over, Big Boy; Best Gay Love Stories 2009; Surfer Boys; Daddies; Boy Crazy; Cherry and I Like It Like That. He lives on Florida’s Gulf Coast.

  RYAN FIELD’s short stories have been published in anthologies including the Lambda Award-winning Best Gay Erotica 2009. His novel, Loving Daylight, under the pen name Malia Sutton, was recently featured in the “escape to romance” segment on the Home Shopping Network. More at ryan-field.blogspot.com.

  JEFF FUNK has written hundreds of choral works published by Warner Bros. Publications, with more than two million copies in print. His stories have appeared in Dorm Porn 2, Tales of Travelrotica for Gay Men Volume 2, My First Time Volume 5, Ultimate Gay Erotica 2008, Cruise Lines and Hard Hats. He lives in Auburn, Indiana.

  AARON MICHAELS is a writer whose fiction has appeared in numerous publications including Hard Hats and Surfer Boys, as well as online at TorquerePress.com. Aaron’s not coordinated enough to try skateboarding but certainly enjoys watching the boys who do. Aaron can be found on the web at aaron-michaels.com.

  JOHNNY MURDOC (johnnymurdoc.com) lives in St. Louis with his partner of eight years. His interests include porn, comics and copyright law. In addition to authoring his own erotic comic, Crash Course, he writes essays for edenfantasys.com/sexis and self-publishes the zine Blowjob.

  STEPHEN OSBORNE has had numerous stories published in various anthologies, including Hard Hats, Best Gay Love Stories 2010, Queer Wolf and Service with a Smile. He is also the author of South Bend Ghosts and Other Northern Indiana Haunts. You can follow him (and Jadzia the Wonder Dog) on Twitter under the name southbendghosts.

  You would never know it by a professed love for public television documentaries and great food in high-end restaurants, but G. R. RICHARDS pens some of the world’s hottest guy-on-guy erotica. Richards is no stranger to a bed damp with sweat or the sweetness of bodies pressed together. For more: grrichards.webs.com.

  ROB ROSEN, author of the novels Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love and Divas Las Vegas, has had short stories in Truckers, Best Gay Romance (2007, 2008, 2009 and 2010), Hard Hats, Backdraft, Surfer Boys, Bears, Special Forces, College Boys, Gay Quickies and Biker Boys. Please visit him at therobrosen.com.

  Residing on English Bay in Vancouver, Canada, JAY STARRE has written steamy gay fiction for Best Gay Bondage, Best Gay Romance 2008, Bears, Surfer Boys and Special Forces. He is the author of two historical erotic novels, The Erotic Tales of the Knights Templars and The Lusty Adventures of the Knossos Prince.

  Despite the fact that CONNOR WRIGHT has a deep and abiding appreciation for boys who skate and snowboard, he can barely walk and chew gum at the same time. He lives, works and writes in the greater Pacific Northwest region with several helpful cats, none of whom can type.

  LOGAN ZACHARY is an occupational therapist and mystery author living in Minneapolis, MN. The author of the novel Vacation Therapy, his stories can be found in Hard Hats, Taken By Force, Boys Caught in the Act, Ride ’em Cowboy, Service with a Smile and Best Gay Erotica 2009. He can be reached at LoganZachary2002@yahoo.com.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  NEIL PLAKCY is the author of Mahu, Mahu Surfer, Mahu Fire, Mahu Vice, and Mahu Men, about openly gay Honolulu homicide detective Kimo Kanapa’aka. His other books are In Dog We Trust, Three Wrong Turns in the Desert, Dancing with the Tide, and GayLife.com. He edited Paws & Reflect: A Special Bond Between Man and Dog and the gay erotic anthologies Hard Hats and Surfer Boys. His website is at mahubooks.com.

  Copyright © 2010 by Neil Plakcy.

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  Published in the United States by Cleis Press, Inc., 2246 Sixth Street, Berkeley, California 94710.

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