In Skater's Time
Chapter 13 Troubled Waters
I leaned my skateboard just inside the front door and raced toward the dinning room table. My empty plate was sitting in front of my empty seat and I waited to be reprimanded as I slid into my seat.
"You're running late?" Dad said.
"Yeah, I lost track of time. Sorry!"
"You making some friends, dear?" Mother asked, taking my plate into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I've met some nice guys from school."
"How's the new school? You making a good adjustment?"
"Yeah, Dad, great adjustment."
"We're glad you're happy, dear," Mother sang, putting down the plate with pot roast, carrots, peas, and mashed potatoes. She'd made biscuits after coming home from work and the gravy was richly dark.
"Sure, mom," I said, shoveling in the food and hoping we could stop talking about it. I was sure I was being deceptive because I couldn't tell them what I was doing or why. I didn't like the feeling it gave me but to talk about was a sure way to trouble and things were just starting to work out, trouble could wait for maybe ten years.
If I ate fast enough I thought there would be less time for chat and less time for them to examine their pride and joy who was involved in activities that they'd disown him for. It was difficult looking my parents in the eye. I felt guilty because I liked Paul, and we won't go into what I felt about the things I'd done with Gordo and Dart and some of it was done under their roof. If there was anything I hated more than my parents being on my case and yelling at me, it was my parents being nice to me when I was breaking their rules in their house because I was unable not to. It's not something you can explain or that they'd understand.
I smiled a lot and nodded without giving them any specific answer to their specific questions. If they suspected I'd gone over to the perverts they gave no indication of it. In fact my parents had rarely been happier with me and that just made everything more confusing. I did manage to stay long enough for a second helping of the roast and more potatoes but then I excused myself so I could go do my homework and maybe come back for biscuits and gravy later, once they were planted in front of the TV.
Paul was the biggest part of my homework. I got my history reading done and I jotted down notes on my English project that wasn't due for a few days and then I retraced my roamings with Paul while chewing up my eraser and lying on my bed. That's when I became hung up on our time in the park and the feel of his chest under my hand. I so wanted to see and feel and examine that chest that seemed quite well defined. I'd seen good chests before but none I could either study or enjoy beyond the quick glances you took when a thing like that was within reach. Of course reaching for it wasn't an option in jammed locker rooms. I had seen and touched Dart's and Gordo's chest but that wasn't the part of them that had my attention, and so Paul's chest was the first I'd wanted to become involved with.
Of course it didn't stop with his chest. I did give some considerable thought to the way his dick moved around in his Spandex. It didn't take any work to find it and while we skated or just walked, it changed positions and I had this urge to see each change. Then there were the times it didn't change positions at all but pushed out the Spandex as it strained the material that I hoped would give way to his erection. By the looks we got from passersby at times like those, I wasn't the only one trying to get a better look at what he had.
It was after my shower and before putting on my pajamas for sleep that I ended up on my back with my hand doing what it so often did these days. I lacked the willpower to resist this temptation and rather than risk waking up several times during the night, when I had no resistance at all just a bone, I'd get it out of the way. It seemed like good logic at the time. And so I pictured Paul and the feel of his chest and the impression his dick left on me to facilitate my state of excitement.
The phone rang in mid-stroke and I dropped what I was doing to answer.
"Paul here," the voice chirped cheerfully.
"Fuck!" I said, being so close to the point of no return that I almost returned to the task at hand as soon as I heard the sound of my vivid imagery's voice.
"I'm sorry. Should I call back later?"
"No!"
"You don't want to talk to me?"
Paul's voice now took on a sound of disappointment.
"Yes! I do," I said, trying to control the heavy breathing that was still beyond control.
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing sure takes your breath away. Who were you thinking about while you were doing it."
"Dart," I lied.
"Sorry I interrupted you."
His voice kept the disappointed tone and I tried to think of something clever to cheer him up. The truth was the best I could do on short notice.
"I was thinking about you, okay."
"You were?" And the chirp was back.
"Yeah I were. What do you want?"
"What were you thinking about me?"
"It's none of your business."
"Oh, then can I listen while you think about me."
"You're gross."
"Yeah, but I'm not the one jerking off."
"Shut up. I didn't say I was jerking off."
"You didn't have to. I heard you breathing. Why did you bother to pick up the phone? I'd a ignore it."
"I thought it might be you."
"You did?"
"Yes."
"Cool. So I can't listen?"
"No!"
"Well tell me what you were thinking about me."
"I was thinking about what a dope you are."
"That turns you on, huh? Cool, I do dopey real well when I'm around you."
"You do not. You're fine when you're around me."
"Well, I feel like a dope."
I could hear him put his hand over the phone and there was laughter and a disturbance in the background. Then he was back but there was still giggling.
"What are you doing?"
"Talking to you."
"Whose there?"
"Nobody. My brother and his friend. They like to torment me."
"How do they do that."
"I just got out of the Jacuzzi and figured I'd call you. Then they got out and now they're trying to torment me is all."
"How do they torment you?"
"Mainly they pull on my dick, hoping they get me turned on."
"They what? You're naked?" I said too shocked for my own good.
"Yeah, the old man's flying around somewhere and we have the place to ourselves. Kenny likes to have Danny stay over. It's not like I'm not used to it."
"You're naked?"
"We've already covered that. Yes, Z. I do the Jacuzzi naked."
"You let them play with you?"
"I don't let them. They do it. Why are you getting so worked up. You aren't interested in me."
"Who have I been spending all my time with?"
"Yeah, there is that, huh. Come on over and we can do the Jacuzzi together."
"I can't come out this time of night. I got school tomorrow."
"Me too. Late classes though. We still meeting at the park."
"Sure. Three thirty?"
"Give me until four. I've got a stop to make and I don't know how the buses run later on. Cut it out."
"Cut what out? What's going on."
"I told you what was going on. They can't leave it alone."
"Well tell them to stop."
"I told them. So, we're meeting at around four. I've got to go, Z."
"Z?" A voice said in the background. "Hey Z. How are you. It's Paul's brother."
"I'm fine. Could you put Paul back on."
"He's busy with Danny. I'll talk to you. So you like my brother? He's dense. I'm more fun. When are you coming over? We'll have a party. My old man isn't home for three days."
"What about your mother?" I questioned, wanting someone to get them under control.
"I'm a child of divorce. The old lady is on the East Coast," the voice explained. "Here's Paul. He's having a heart attack thinking I'll take you away from him."
The voice was familiar but I wasn't sure and no one I knew came to mind. Paul finally got the phone back.
"Your brother is gay?"
"I don't know what he is. He's got more girlfriends than boyfriends. It's any bodies guess."
"You do it with your brother?"
"What kind of question is that? No, I'm too old for that."
"So what was Danny doing?"
"I told you, Z. Why do we keep talking about this?"
"So, are you hard?" I asked.
"I'm talking to you aren't I?"
"Well stop it then. I don't like the idea of you being like that in front of other guys."
"Z, he's my brother. It's not like they haven't seen it before. We go naked in the Jacuzzi and it's hard to miss. So if you come over tomorrow you can protect me from them."
"I don't know," I said.
"Well, fine, they'll be here. The old man's gone until Sunday night. I'll try to resist until you come around, if you come around."
I knew by the sound in his voice he was making it up as he went along. The idea of other guys messing around with him pissed me off and he knew it pissed me off and he was going to use it to get what he wanted. I knew what was going on but I didn't know what to do about it. The most logical thing to do seemed to be go over there.
"Stop it Danny," Paul said.
"What's he doing now?"
"Sucking me off," Paul said. "Like you did to Dart."
"I am not," a voice in the distance said. "Who's Dart?"
"I'll come over tomorrow. Meet me at the park and tell them to leave you alone," I yelled so they could all hear me.
"Okay, four o'clock. Can you stay over? I'll be at their mercy all weekend if you don't."
"Four o'clock," I said, hanging up before I heard any more.
After working on the idea most of the night, I put the idea on the table at breakfast.
"I'm staying over at a friends tonight."
"You call us and give us the number, dear. Have a nice time," my mother said without suspicion about what I was up to.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, slipping out into the world as quickly as possible before she got her senses back.
School was intolerably endless. I hated school. Kenny came over at lunch and I shut him down and walked away without giving him much thought. I didn't have a clue why I was so angry with everyone and so anxious to get to Paul. I thought maybe I was only angry with Paul but I wasn't sure and rather than risk confusing myself, I just stayed pissed off at the world and everyone in it.
By the time the final bell rang I was more than ready. The fresh air and physical activity made things more tolerable. I headed directly to the park knowing I was way early and I waited right on the spot where I last saw Paul. I figured he would remember it. Having something to look forward to was nice except four came and went and he was no where in sight. I thought of him and his brother and that other kid frolicking in the Jacuzzi and I started working on being mad again.
After I'd been there about forty minutes or more there was this clean cut guy in a white button up shirt and khaki shorts heading in my direction on a familiar looking skae board. He was handsome and well built and I even thought he was coming over to me and he did as I stared up into the sun.
"Hey!" He said.
"Hey!" I replied.
"I wasn't sure you'd recognize me."
"Paul?" I said, checking the contours of his face to be sure.
Anything I might use to identify Paul was missing. This guy looked nicely built but not that nicely built. He was the right height and the proper size, but the only other gage I had to go by was lost in those khaki shorts. I would remind him how much I was addicted to California Spandex.
"I got it cut."
"Yeah," I said, amazed at how the loss of all those curly locks changed his face.
Previously his face looked too small for his head and at the same time his body was too big for his face but suddenly it was all just right. My heart fluttered as he sat beside me and took my hand in his.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, it's fine."
"You made such a big deal about me getting a haircut, you can at least lie and say I look nice after getting scalped. I did it for you. I thought you'd like me better if I got it cut. I hoped you would but I can see by your reaction you don't. I just can't figure you out. I've tried everything I know. What do you want from me?"
"Shut up!"
"Sorry!"
"You're... you're... handsome."
"I am?"
"You're beautiful."
"Can we go back to the handsome? I think I like the handsome better."
"You look like a guy from school."
"Oh, handsome and young. I ought to get it cut more often, huh?"
"No, you look older than him but handsome as him."
"He handsome?"
"Yeah, he is. He's talked to me a couple of times. I feel uncomfortable around him because he saw me do something with Dart and I don't know what he wants."
"Oh, you and Dart put on shows for other guys too?"
"Shut up. It was the first time with Dart. He's only talked to me twice."
"I've talked to you more than that. Am I ahead on points?"
"Yeah, that too."
"So you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Cool. Sorry about last night. We weren't doing anything. I made it up thinking it would make you jealous. Did it work?"
"Let's don't talk about it."
"Cool. You staying over?"
"Yes."
"You are? I was hoping you would."
He lay with his head in my lap as a cool breeze made the shadows under the trees more comfortable than usual. Autumn was in the wind and the relentless heat of summer was losing its grip.
I let my fingers explore his new hair. It was almost yellow but with just a hint of gold that looked awesome in the small patch that was left on his head.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Lie here where there's piece and quiet. Danny always comes over in the afternoon."
"What's your brother's name again?"
"Kenny. They call him Coop. Some of the guys up at school call me Coop but he's been using that since he was way young. I let him have it around the house."
"Kenny is your brother?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew. He knows you. That's how I knew about you."
"Shit!" I said.
"You don't like my brother?"
"I should have known. You look like him, only you didn't before you got your hair cut. You even sound like him. I knew I knew you from somewhere."
"He's skinny and I'm not but we do look something alike. Of course I was skinny a couple of years back."
"He's not skinny. He's got a nice body."
"Yeah, he told me he gave you the full view the first night he met you. Something about you and Dart doing each other outside the tube while him and some guys got with a little fag inside the tube."
"Why do you say that about another gay guy? That's rude."
"Any guy that sucks off six guys he doesn't even know is a fag. Sorry! That's the way I see it."
"You would never do such a thing?"
"Not on purpose. There were a few nights when I first went up to SDSU that I'm not sure what I did. I don't drink that much any more but I did back then."
"Why would you do something you find so distasteful in others?"
"I didn't know anything when I first went up there looking for love. I was the center of attention that first night. It's about the time I started lifting and so they all wanted to check me out... check out my progress. We'd played a scrimmage game with them. They were all soccer players. Once they talked me into getting naked, the hands were everywhere as they felt my muscles."
"You got naked in front of college guys?"
"Sure, they wanted to see my muscles. I wanted to make them happy. We all ended up happy."
"Didn't it make you feel funny?"
"Of course. At first. People never made a fuss over me before then. I was always pretty ordinary."
"You aren't ordinary. You just do things to distract from what you really are."
"And if someone likes me even though they aren't sure I'm handsome, that's a bad thing? I mean if they like me not because I'm handsome but because they find me likeable as a human being, that's bad?"
"I don't know. What kind of question is that? We're talking about you getting naked in front of college guys."
"The kind I'm asking you. They asked me to get naked."
"So you always do what your asked?"
"Depends on whose asking."
He rolled onto his stomach and looked up at my face. The cool breeze had stopped and the heat was back on.
"I liked you before you got it cut because you make me feel good."
"Oh, I have a lot ways to get you feeling good."
"I bet you do."
As the words slipped from my lips he placed the side of his face in my lap. I'm sure he had no doubt that he turned me on, big time, but I suppose there is no harm in reinforcing certain perceptions for the benefit of ones romantic interest. I also suppose when a guy's got his face on your erection, it's hard to convince him you aren't interested in him, but Paul knew a lot more than he said he knew.
He let his cheek move up and down and he closed his eyes as though he was enjoying it as much as I was.
"You want to go sit in the Jacuzzi?"
"I didn't bring anything to wear?"
"That's just what you wear in the Jacuzzi."
"Oh!"
"My brother going to be a problem for you?"
"No. I like Kenny. I wish he hadn't seen me with Dart."
"That's what I mean. He has a habit of ending up with the guys I bring home. In most cases I don't really care. My brother needs more action than I do but in this case I wouldn't like it if you two took up together. He's way more handsome than me and way more forward."
"How's that? Why is he so forward I mean?"
"I think Dart had something to do with it."
"Dart?"
"Yeah, Dart went for Kenny in a big way back when they were in junior high. For a little while anyway."
"What happened?"
"Dart dated a lot of different girls. He ran with the older crowd. He just stopped coming around."
"He went to your house?"
"Not so much when I was around but he was there when I came home a few times. I suppose that's why Dart doesn't care for me all that much. I didn't know anything about what they were doing at the time, not until Dart lost interest in Kenny, and that left Kenny looking for other ways to sooth the savage beast that Dart had aroused in him."
"So you and Kenny?"
"I never said that. You said that."
"Yeah, well you don't leave much to the imagination. So why me? What about the guys up where you go to school."
"That was just partying and having a good time. I've never really gone for anyone up there. I liked them liking me but that was just an ego boost."
"And me?"
"You're different. You aren't like the guys around here. You don't think you know everything. You gave me a chance. Most guys don't give me the time of day. I don't know what else to say."
"That's fine," I said.
"So, you're coming over."
"Unless you uninvite me I am. I didn't bring my bathing suit."
"Good!"
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