In Skater's Time Chapter 27 Dart's Deal
Through honesty you find peace. Through truth you find yourself.
Bob Barr, x-conservative congressman says, "It's okay if gay couples have rights similar to married couples, what I object to is the idea they can marry as a man and a woman marry."
Why can't we meet them halfway? We can achieve what's important, equal rights under the law, by accepting civil unions to protect our partnerships. Marriage is a failed institution. Divorce, abuse, neglect run rampant. Why model straight behavior when we can establish our own identity on our own terms? Why must we fight over a word when a compromise gets us everything we want?
...And how come women seem to be the only ones enjoying my book? They write and speak of the characters and the plot, while men remain all but silent?
It takes time to write an original book while presenting men who love men as positive likeable characters. If we want equality shouldn't we be represented in something other than erotic literature, or is that all we're about?
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Chapter 27 Dart's Delivers
My inability to separate Paul from our problems made making love to him less exciting. That's until he got into screwing me and then I wasn't able to remember what our problems were.
Holding on to his big arms as he pummeled my soar butt, made me hot, hotter, hottest. Most days I could get off any time he cared to do it long enough, and now that he was healing, he cared to do it long enough as well as more often. Sometimes he didn't care to do it long enough because once he had me where he wanted me, he wanted me to do it to him, and so I did and then I forget why I let him do it to me. It didn't seem to matter which way we did it, while we were doing it I didn't why I wasted my time doing anything else.
While I had no trouble performing for him, it was more about my penis and its need for satisfaction than it was about reaching the depths of my soul. It was hard for me to remember that I loved Paul and I was fucking him because I loved him because it was very much like I was fucking him because I liked fucking but since I loved doing it, it all came out okay in the end, I think.
We were alone when we started back up in the bedroom and we spent a lot of time kissing and caressing before I decided to sit on his dick. Since we'd already been doing it for some time earlier, it was far easier to get going at a good clip and then by sitting on his lap, we could still kiss all we wanted.
With Dart sitting on the floor of Paul's bedroom with his cock snaking out of the front of his jeans as he stroked it periodically while watching us screw. This made it even harder for me to remember what I was doing and why I was doing it. I would have felt bad about watching Dart jack off while I was getting fucked and then fucking Paul, only Paul was just as interested in the Dart Torpedo as I was, no matter which end of whose dick one of us was on.
Dart didn't seem to care if we were interested in him or not but he was certainly interested in us. He just went about his business, jerking and watching, watching and jerking as we screwed one another. He seemed to enjoy his own cock as much as we enjoyed the scenery.
He knew his limits and just when to stop so it didn't explode on him, and when he let go of it, clear liquid pulsed out in drops onto his pant leg or stomach, depending on where it was pointed when he released it. It pulsed and moved on its own in small jerks as we all studied its motions and nasty habit of spiting.
Then after he left it alone for a suitable time, he'd hold it out and examine it so we could see it from all possible angles and positions before he took to jerking himself off some more. I might have thought this was some kind of invitation for us to join him or him to join us, but he said nothing, simply sitting and watching while he kept himself worked up.
This made me even more aggressive with Paul's butt when I got to drive and my cock felt as though it was swelled to an incredible size, wishful thinking I'm sure considering the company I kept. When Paul moaned, I apologized for my hard charging passion and tried to get my mind off Dart's dick, so I'd calm down.
Paul just shook his head and said, "Fuck me harder asshole."
What's a guy to do, and so that's what I did. Who was I to argue with the man I loved?
Having lost track of what turned me on more, Paul's ass or Dart's dick, I blew it in the end and collapsed between Paul's thick thighs as he finished himself off, watching Dart finish himself off after he watched me finish, and they both came and then came some more with Paul's body rocking me with its spasms of love. Dart's splattered across his belly and up onto the shirt he had raised above his erect nipples, but it wasn't high enough. He then ran his fingers around so that his stomach was smeared with his thick joy juice.
I didn't care who knew I loved Paul but Dart had a way of making my blood boil. Paul understood this and he would have probably been really pissed off about it, except Dart made his blood boil as well and always had according to him.
"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe his dick is as big as mine," Dart said, gasping through his words as he held the spent torpedo in his fingers for us or for him to examine. "Is that what you want?"
"It's bigger," I said, feeling Paul's heart thumping as my ear lay on his chest with my face turned toward Dart.
"Well, maybe it is but mine is built for loving and his is too fat and too ugly with all that extra skin hanging off it. My skin holds me perfect and there isn't a lot of waste. It's easy to clean.... A few licks do it."
"You lick it yourself?" Paul asked, watching as Dart felt himself up.
"Some times. That what you do?"
"What does it matter what I do. You've never given a damn."
"No, but now I can't help but notice. You're with, Z and he has a certain appeal."
"And you're with everybody," I said, watching Dart skin himself up and back in slow motion.
"That's what has you off me? Hell, I hear stories Paul's been with everyone up at SDSU," Dart said.
"No, I missed that one old Professor that teaches Greek Literature," Paul said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, I never had so many guys that they had to take numbers," Dart retorted. "I had a guy tell me they waited in line to fuck you."
"No, you just get up from screwing your girl friend to go find someone to suck your dick," Paul answered. "And they didn't take numbers, they made appointments because I was so good."
"Yeah, well, I don't like the smell of pussy on my dick for too long. It's nice to be cleaned up. It's all in the name of hygiene and I've never had any complaints. Maybe I'll let you clean me up one time. You've been wanting it since you were twelve."
"You missed your chance and you blew it. I'd have done it when I was twelve, but I'm not twelve any more."
Dart stood up and let his shirt slid down over his cum soaked stomach and his softening cock hung down and let go with a long strand of liquid leakage.
"I can be flexible too," Dart said to me. "If that's all you want I might be the right guy."
"I found the right guy," I said, kissing Paul but watching Dart leave.
"Why do I still like him?" I asked Paul.
"He's attractive."
"He's not all that attractive," I said.
"He's a sexy stud and he gets off on turning other guys on. Most guys are attracted to him and he knows it."
I heard Dart laughing somewhere else in the house. Someone was laughing with him but I wasn't sure who.
"You still like him?" I asked.
"I suppose."
"You still want to... do it with him?"
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down far enough to where he could see my face before saying, "I'm with you, Z. You're what I want. He's just someone you desire."
"You didn't always want me," I said.
"Bet me. When I first saw you, I wanted you."
"That why you followed us?" I asked.
"Uh huh."
"Why didn't you get pissed off when you saw me doing him?"
"I did."
"You didn't act like it," I said, looking at his face.
"That wasn't how I was going to get you," he said.
"How were you going to get me?" I asked.
"By being irresistible."
"You weren't, you know. Irresistible."
"I know that but I grow on you. It's only a matter of time," he said, laughing at my observations.
"So how did we get here? I don't think I even liked you that day. In fact I couldn't wait to get rid of you but I was worried about you spreading it around that I was sucking Dart's dick."
"We gave it some time and let it happen. It's all a matter of time. If you take the time and you take your time, you can learn a lot about someone, especially what they are like, what they like, and what they want."
"What's it take to find the right guy and have him know that you're the right guy?" I asked. "I don't recall even thinking about it until all of a sudden we were like tearing each other's clothes off."
"Like I said, it's all a matter of time," Paul said, hugging me. "Persistence and sincerity."
"I still like him. Even though I know he's what he is, I still like him. I like looking at him. I liked watching him watch us. It made it even better for me. He's got a nice dick."
"Good!" He said. "Whatever works for you."
"Doesn't that piss you off?"
"Nope. The more you get turned on the better I like it."
"Why not. I think it would piss me off if you said looking at his dick turned you on."
"Z, I was with you and that's who I want to be with. Dart's a toy and it turned me on too, but not because I was planning on doing anything with him. He's a hot stud with a great dick. What's not to like?"
"You watched him jerking off? You jerk."
"Yeah, well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. You've seen him get off up close and personal. I only get to see from a distance."
"I thought you were all hot and bothered because of me," I complained.
"I was but I got eyes and I ain't stupid, Z. So he helped make it better. What difference does that make as long as it was better?"
"None I guess but I don't want you wanting anyone else."
"I didn't say I wanted him. He's a fantasy and fantasies are always better in your head than when you live one. I doubt I'd like being with him all that much," he said.
"You really believe that?" I asked, looking at his face while I waited for his answer.
"No, but I'm with you and I don't need him or anyone else."
"You ever been in love before?" I asked, placing my face down on his chest to wait for his answer.
"Nope."
"You never meet anyone you wanted as much as me?"
"Nope."
"Come on. No one you really liked? One guy you thought was more special than the rest."
"Well, one guy up at SDSU really made me hot."
"One of the straight guys I bet?"
"Yeah, I think he was straight. It's hard to tell sometimes. He dated a girl he was always dancing with and making out with during the parties at the house."
"What happened?"
"He came up one night and wanted to get blown. Couldn't even keep it hard."
"Was he nice?"
"Yeah, small guy. Blond. I think he swam or something. Lots of jocks hung up there. Real quiet fellow. Clean though. I mean, he smelled so clean. Most guys smelled like something but he just smelled clean."
"What happened?"
"He came back three times and never did get a complete bone. Almost the last time but he kept looking around to see who might be watching him. Just a few guys passed out on the bed but you could tell he was nervous."
"So you never did anything."
"Yeah, later on after everyone else was sleeping and the rest of the guys had left. I woke up and he was on my dick, jacking himself off and trying to gobble me up."
"Was he hard?" I asked.
"As stone. I mean he was hot to trot that time."
"What happened?"
"He kept biting me. I was really hot too. I usually got off a couple of times early on and then I could just stay hard without getting close to cumming. He was sucking me and biting me and he had me really fired up."
"What did you do?"
"Fucked him."
"You what?"
"Pushed him off my dick, rolled him onto his stomach, licked his asshole a couple of times and fucked him. He'd slobbered all over my dick so I was super lubed up. He didn't know anything about sucking dick and there was only one other thing to try in my book."
"What did he do?"
"Bitched about it hurting him and then shot a load all over himself," Paul said. "What a spas."
"What did you do?"
"Fucked him until I got off. Shit, he got off."
"So what happened after that?"
"I don't know I fell asleep and I guess he went back to his dorm."
"You see him again?"
"Every weekend I went up there."
"Did you get to know him?"
"Yeah, we talked. He had a girlfriend. He said he just decided to try it but he didn't like getting fucked and he didn't want me doing that to him any more.."
"What did you say?"
"I told him that it was too bad because that's all I was interested in him for. I was just being a prick. I was young, hung, and full of cum, and I knew he wanted to do more than just try it."
"Did you fuck him again?"
"Yep."
"Did he cum when you fucked him?"
"Yep, usually about the time I shoved it all the way in. He'd go off like a Roman Candle."
"If he didn't like it why did he let you do it?" I asked.
"You don't cum if you don't like something. What he wanted to say is he wished he didn't like it. He loved it."
"He didn't but he did?"
"Exactly," Paul said.
"That's fucked up. Why not just say, hey, I like it when you're shoving your dick up my ass. I don't mind tell you."
"It's not that easy. Most guys don't know what they like and if they like certain things, they try to convince themselves they don't like it. Like he wanted to pretend he didn't like getting fucked because he didn't think it was manly. In fact it takes a real man to take a hard cock up your ass."
"Really, am I a real man?" I asked.
"You're the realest, dude. You're as real as it gets."
"So he didn't like but you kept doing it?"
"He kept coming back for more. He'd always end up sleeping with me, which I liked. I think that's why I started liking him. He liked feeling my chest and he'd fall asleep with his face against it. Like you."
"Lots of that going around," I said, feeling his chest.
"I suppose."
"Can I trust you if I go home now?"
"Trust me to what?" He asked.
"Trust you not to fool around with Dart."
"You going to stay if I say no you can't trust me?"
"Paul, I can't stay. You know I can't stay."
"You could but you won't."
"I could but I want to keep peace at my house."
"How is mom?"
"She's okay. She's talking to me now. She says she came from a very strict religious family. Could have fooled me because there's never been any religion past saying grace when company comes."
"So you're going to hell and that bugs her?"
"That's her fear. She's afraid for me."
"Well, I'm not interested in Dart, so you can go home if you must."
"You said you watched him."
"Yeah, I didn't say my dick didn't get harder watching him jerk off, I said I wasn't interested in him. I'm with you, Z. I'm not interested in guys at SDSU and I'm not interested in Dart. I'm interested in Z."
"Yeah, well, I guess I've got to trust you, because I'm already late for dinner."
"What's new," Paul said, sitting up on the edge of the bed while I dressed.
"Not being late. I'm always late getting home when I come over here. Dad covers for me. He likes you."
"Your mother?"
"I think that bothers her too. You didn't have horns and you didn't throw me on the table and fuck me during dinner."
"Are people at your house in the habit of throwing one another on the table and fucking them at dinner?"
"Paul!" I said.
"Z!" He said.
Before I knew it I was sitting behind Paul in court. The preliminary hearing was no big deal and only took a few minutes but I couldn't help but hear the prosecutor ask if he could talk to Paul. They agreed and Paul listened politely as he sat in his coat and tie looking up at the guy.
"Son, we can still make this go away. I don't want to see you go to jail for this. I believe there were extenuating circumstances involved but if you go through with it I've got to do my job, son. All they want is an even trade, you for his son."
"I understand," Paul said.
"Have you thought about it?" The prosecutor asked.
"Yes, sir. I've done nothing but think about it."
"Then will you drop the case against his son so we can get rid of this today?"
"No, sir. You're going to go after him as hard as you're going to go after me?"
"That's my job, son. I go after everyone I prosecute. I just don't want to go after you if I can help it."
"I just don't want him getting away with it is all. I'm willing to admit I shouldn't have done what I did and I can't explain why I did it because I'm not into violence. I just went off when I saw those boots."
"Look, we're getting into dangerous territory here. I can't let my client keep running his mouth about this case," Paul's attorney said. "I'm afraid he's made up his mind. He won't listen to me."
"I can see that. I wish he would listen to someone. That punk'll go down on another beef one day soon. I hate seeing you go down with him is all," The prosecutor said, walking away from the table.
"Paul, it isn't too late. Give the man what he wants and your record will be clear. He's being really generous," Paul's attorney said.
"No!" Paul said, not listening. "I don't want him doing to some other kid what he did to me."
"Paul!" I said, and both him and his attorney turned to look at me sitting in the front row of the cheap seats.
"No!" Paul said vehemently, turning back around before we could argue about his hard head.
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