In Skaters Time

In Skater's Time

Chapter 8 Hard Time

I sat with the skateboard in my lap not looking at the cop. We were suddenly moving while fear and disorientation took hold.

"Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything," I heard myself protesting again.

"Everybody's done something," Brian said in a smooth deep voice of certainty.

My days activities ran through my brain. Gordo's lips came to mind and massaging the Dart Torpedo in a public place made me wince. How could he know any of that, and what about all those guys in the tube getting their jollies with Bruce? No one had been around. I checked often enough. Why did anyone care about our business as long as we were all agreeable to it?

"I haven't," I said firmly. "My old man isn't going to think much of this. Not much at all."

That was just a throwaway line. Maybe the looming image of an angry parent would give him second thoughts.

"I didn't say you did," he said, his voice easing off the threat inside it.

"You said... you made me get in... what do you want from me? I'm not like Gordo if that's what you think. I'm not doing whatever it is you think I'm going to do."

"Like Gordo? As in doing what?"

"As in why are you on my case? I just moved here. I don't know anyone but him."

"I make it my business to know who Glenn's running with."

"You his father or something? You don't look that old."

"I'm as close to a father as he's got. Glenn doesn't take well to constraints."

"Glenn who? I'm talking about Gordo. Who are you talking about?" I said, looking at him for the first time since getting in.

He kept his big beefy hands on the steering wheel and drove carefully along the tree lined residential street.

"Glenn Michael Gordon!"

"He's got a lot of first names, huh," I said.

"That's about all he's got. I try to look out for him when he lets me. I try to check out the people I know he's seeing," he said, glancing at me as I watched him drive.

"Why? What's it to you anyhow?"

"I feel a certain responsibility. I like to think I can keep him safe."

"He lives under a fucking bridge somewhere. Why don't you do something about that?"

"I have a room where he stays every once in a while. It's the best I can do. Glenn doesn't respond well to authority or rules."

"He does okay. I ain't never seen him break no laws that I know about."

"I don't care about that. I try to give him a safe place where he can go."

"Why? He's just another kid. How many do you keep up there? How many live in gullies?"

"Touché."

"Too what?"

"Good question. I was sent out to take the report the night his old man kicked him down the stairs. Broke two of his ribs and gave him a concussion that time. He refused to testify. Said he fell. He had previously broken his wrist and went to the hospital with various bruises and abrasions that would be consistent with beatings. It always took place within a day or two after his old man came home after a deployment with the Navy. I recommended he be placed with DCF for his own protection."

"Foster care?" I asked.

"Yeah! Group homes because he was difficult. He was eleven. He's grown. He was a skinny little runt back then. Now he's a tall runt."

"What's this got to do with me? And if you sent him to DCF, what's he doing under a bridge in Santee?"

"In the first home he got his jaw broken in a fight with a fourteen year old. Wasn't much of a fight. He had a broken wrist."

"Gordo! Get real. He's a pussy cat."

"Yeah, but three people said he started the fight and held his own for a time."

"They lied," I said, defending the Gordo I knew.

"No, I don't think so. I think he started a fight thinking he'd get back home that way. Kids know home and change isn't easy on them."

"Why would he want to go back there?"

"His old man wasn't always around. He had a ten year old brother and his mother there. They only removed him."

"He didn't get home?"

"Nope! Another group home. Once you're in the system, it's hard to get out."

"He obviously didn't stay," I said.

"Nope, Gordo doesn't do much Gordo doesn't want to do."

"You can't do anything?"

"Sure, I can pick him up and take him back and he'd run again or they'd lock him up for non-compliance or worse. It wouldn't do any good is what I'm saying."

"Me?"

"Some kids talk you put the fear of God in them. I learn this and that. Like I said, I try to keep Glenn out of trouble. You seem harmless enough."

"I am," I said, "I'm from Phoenix."

"That where all the nice boys come from?"

"Just me."

"You a nice boy?"

I looked at him after he asked the question. There was no longer any confusion or disorientation. I thought Brian was exactly what he appeared to be. What I didn't know was why. Cops didn't give kids breaks and yet he was letting Gordo do what he wanted.

"What happened after the second group home?"

"He was placed again but he ran off the first time he found an unlocked door."

"You know where he is. You know where he hangs. You even know who he hangs with. What's that about?"

"He's earned his freedom in my mind. There are some kids you can't tame. Justice should be about fairness. We weren't able to help him. He knows he can come back whenever he wants. It's the best I can do until he's ready. He knows he can trust me. It's a start."

"He does okay?" I said.

"He's not in school."

"It's summer," I said.

"He's not in school when it isn't summer."

"He's living under a bridge."

"Yeah!"

"He get into a fight in the second home?"

"No! He stayed there a while. They caught a fourteen year old boy with a twelve year old girl late one night."

"News flash! That's big news in California? That's not even news in Phoenix."

"There were five boys and four girls in the house. It came out they were all screwing around with each other, except for an eight-year old boy. I took him for pizza. He gave me the lowdown on what was up at the house."

"Except Gordo wasn't involved?" I asked.

"No, the eight-year-old stood lookout while the rest of them did their thing. A fourteen year old and his buddy entertained the girls at times when it was least risky."

"Gordo?"

"He slept in the same room with the two older boys. The eight-year old said he was their punk when they couldn't get to the girls. For that service he got in on all the action with the older girls. Front row seat you might say."

"Punk?"

"Use your imagination."

"What happened?" I asked, feeling nauseated.

"Not much. I got most of the story from the eight-year-old. He'd tried to burn his house down with his parents inside. No one believed anything he said. I believed him. He was apparently the punk until Glenn came along. You don't lie about a thing like that."

"What's happened to them?"

"The rest of them all said nothing ever happened until the night the oldest kid got caught. They all agreed that she had told them that she had sneaked into his room after everyone was asleep. They broke them all up anyway and sent them to different homes and that's when Gordo made his escape."

"There's no place he can go?"

"Sure, more of the same. Most kids in foster care have troubled lives. That's why they're there. You don't expect all of them to adjust. No matter if they were physically, emotionally, or sexually abused, they bring it with them. Some like to share more than others."

"You don't think Gordo can adjust?" I asked, concerned for my friend.

"Not yet. He'll just run and get in more and more trouble until he's in juvenile detention, and that's where the abuse gets serious. I'm hoping to talk some sense into him before he ends up behind bars."

"Can't you get into trouble for doing this?"

"What, picking you up? Get real. I can say anything to justify that. We're only talking. Field interview. That's all this is. You passed."

"No, about Gordo? Not taking him back to some place."

"There isn't any place where he'll stay or be any safer than where he is. He's been kicked around all his life and he's still a little boy. They keep shoving him and shoving him, he's the kind that can turn mean fast. It's easier on everyone just to leave him alone as long as he isn't getting into serious trouble. I keep my eye on him. Most of his mischief doesn't hurt anyone."

"What about the law?" I asked.

"I prefer justice. The law can't handle every situation in every circumstance. Some times you've got to temper it with mercy. You can't fit a law that fits every individual."

"They sure lock a lot of folks up," I said.

"Not half as many as don't get locked up for the same thing. You hope by locking some folks up, others'll think twice."

"Think about what?"

"Good point. They think it helps. I just do my job."

"You sure? They might wonder about you and Gordo."

"It's all I can do. I figure he's never had a safe place to live. Leave him there and he could turn up dead. He won't stay in foster care. Where he lives the kids look out for each other as best they can."

"There's others living over there?"

"Yep, a dozen or so come and go. Some go home for a while and then take off again. Most are older, fourteen, fifteen, mostly sixteen and seventeen. A few older than that."

"The older ones don't do sex with the younger ones? Like at that group house?"

"I suppose they might. Can't hardly put a lot of kids that age together without supervision and not expect sex isn't part of the program. I figure as long as I don't see it and no one cries rape, I'm not going to stress out about it. It's not like it is a new discovery no one else knows about."

"Why do they live there like that?"

"I don't know. I guess they're like Glenn and never really had much of a home. Parents divorce or whatever. They feel safe together. Kids figure it out as they go along."

"You thought I'd do something to Gordo?" I questioned sincerely.

"No, I just wanted to know who you are. I wanted you to know who I am. He gets in over his head, if you get in over your head, you know where to find me. That's about the size of it."

"Yeah," I said.

"He's washing police cars for me on Saturday. That's how he earns the money I give him. You can come over if you want. There's a place next to my apartments."

"Oh, he doesn't.... That's cool."

"Doesn't what?" Brian asked with police suspicion back in his voice.

"Nothing. He doesn't just take money from you is all."

"No, he earns anything I give him. I've never given him anything but a safe place to go if he needs it."

He knew the neighborhood where I lived. I had him drop me on the corner so my parents didn't have a heart attack when the police car rolled up into our driveway and spat me out. I skated home fast and felt relief once I was inside my house. I leaned my skateboard next to the door and my back on it as I sighed with relief. At least I had a safe place to go and the cop didn't know anything about what I had done.

"Z, you okay," Dad asked, coming out of the living room.

"Oh, yeah, just tired. Long day."

"A Dart called for you. Said you were going surfing tomorrow? You don't know how to surf."

"That's why we're going. Everyone here surfs, Dad. I don't want to be a geek, you know."

"You be careful. How well do you know this Dart? Does he know how to swim? There will be lifeguards around. I don't want you swimming without lifeguards."

"Slow down, Dad. I know him pretty well," I said, envisioning immediately the things I had done to the torpedo. "He's one of my only two friends I got. He's a champion swimmer and there's tons of lifeguards where we're going. Okay?"

"He sounds like a nice boy," Dad said in that naïve hopeful parental inquiring kind of voice that never gets a real answer.

"He's very nice," I said, and very good, I thought as I pictured where my hand had been earlier in the evening.

I tried not to think about stuff like that but I wasn't very successful at it. By that time then was the twitching in my baggies and the thoughts of Gordo's lips and how it felt having his naked body touching mine for hours and hours that morning.

As I went up to my room I pictured him being a punk for older boys and wondered if that's why he was like he was and if that's how he knew what he knew?

I was still wiping the sleep out of my eyes when an old black car pulled up beside me as I skated toward the meeting with Dart.

"Hey, want a ride, little boy," Gordo said, leaning way out of the car like he was going to grab me off my board only his arms were two feet too short.

He giggled and seemed delighted to be alive. There were two surfboards strapped on the roof rack with two black elastic cords on each end.

"Whose car?" I inquired.

"My girls," Dart answered. "We got to get back early for me to pick her up from work but it saves two hours on the trolley and a bus each way. One of her girlfriends is going to take her."

"Hey, dude," Gordo said, sliding into the middle of the seat and throwing his arm over my shoulder as I sat down. He looked at me with a big smile on his face.

I remembered what Brian had told me the night before and before I knew it I was putting my arm around under his and kept it there. He looked at me curiously and checked out our proximity. I thought for a second he was going to interrupt our impromptu embrace but instead he leaned his head on my shoulder as the car lurched out into the street.

I was once again enthralled by our ability to be together in such an intimate way. I leaned my face against the top of his head and kissed him there.

"Thank God for reinforcements. The boy can't keep his hands off my dick."

"It's a nice dick," I said, as Gordo giggled and looked even younger than I remembered. "As dicks go, that is."

"Not another one. I got to go straight. I can't keep meeting you guys."

"I thought you said girls take too much effort," Gordo said, holding on to me and looking back over his shoulder.

"Yeah, but at least they take time out to bitch."

It was about this time Gordo extended his other arm was out into Dart's lap and his hand took hold of the front of his Spandex where the impression was evident. There was a little twinge of both envy and jealousy that came over me. I remembered Brian and our conversation and I tried to be grateful for what I had and let alone the things I had no control over.

It left me feeling a little hurt and very very hard and horny. When he put his head in my lap and his mouth on my erection, I was sure I was dying. We road like that for quite a while as I hoped the ride would last forever.

"Quit with the mouth to mouth on his dick. There's people in the parking lot and I don't aim on getting busted."

Gordo sat up and kissed my lips, smiling just as broad as ever.

"You got a nice one too," he said. "I'll finish it for you later. Why are you sweating anyway?"

We parked in a big cinder parking lot near a train trestle. We carried the boards out under the train tracks and out toward the ocean. It was bigger and wilder than I suspected it might be. I'd seen lots of water before, Lake Powell, the Colorado River and Lake Havasu, but there was no end to the Pacific Ocean. We followed the narrow beach until we came to an outcropping that forced us to walk out into the water. On the other side was a wider beach carved out of the sheer rock cliffs that stood above it.

Dart had carried a large gym bag with him and he pulled out a wetsuit. He smoothed it over a rock and peeled down his Spandex as Gordo and I watched the wonders appear. He pulled off one shoe and then the other, leaning back on the wetsuit, and then he was naked for us. The Dart Torpedo hung harmlessly down over his balls and the skin was almost long enough to cover the entire dick head, but not quite. His bush was wild and unruly like the hair on his head. His balls were pinkish and devoid of hair.

He ignored us after letting us get a good view and he turned to address the wetsuit, giving me a view of his curvy ass. There too was a hairy residue that lined the crack and when he bent to put his first leg in the wetsuit, his raw hole peaked out for easy viewing. It was clear of the wiry hair that dominated his lower body. Gordo was staring at me and laughed as I was mesmerized by Dart's body.

"Ain't he something?"

"Yeah," I was forced to admit as my dry mouth hindered my words but not my growing ardor.

Dart turned and smiled as he reached down to pull up the wetsuit. He stopped just below the above described equipment, tucking it carefully inside the skintight outfit that left nothing for me to imagine. I had memorized it in the too little light that was available when I blew him and now I memorized this well lighted version.

"We'll go out for a few minutes. You come with us and watch from where the water is a few feet deep. I'll explain to you what we're doing as we do it. You can try later."

"You don't have a suit?" I asked Gordo.

"Nah, I'm new at this. We've only been a few times. I'm learning too," Gordo said.

"Can I help you Saturday?" I asked out of the blue.

"How do you know what I'm doing Saturday?"

"I was there, remember?"

"I guess I've missed judged you. He's a big guy. You sure you can handle it? You didn't seem too impressed before."

"He picked me up last night. You're washing his car."

"Him and his buddies. I wish he'd quite acting like he was my mother," Gordo complained.

"He cares about you," I said.

"Yeah, yeah, sure he does. Guilty conscience is all that is."

"Guilty about what?" I asked.

"He was the one started all this. His big mouth got me bounced out of my house. I could take care of myself. I always had. I was fine at home."

"Yeah, getting kicked down the stairs."

"Look, he don't know nothing about nothing. He wants to believe what he wants to believe. Nothing happened like he says it happened, okay. He makes it up as he goes along. Helps him accept my being a screw up. I play along. He's harmless."

"He could turn you in," I said.

"I'd run. He knows it."

"Yeah."

"Come on you two. Time to surf. You can argue any time."

Gordo turned cool and kept his distance for a while. Dart caught a wave and came in toward me. He explained balance, how to shift your weight, and foot position on the board each time he kicked off a wave. Finally, after an hour or what seemed like more, he put me on his board, pushing me out over the small breakers. I was sure it was over my head and I couldn't swim a stroke. I considered mentioning it but didn't want to sound like a goof.

He instructed me how to stand up as the swells lifted and dropped the board under me. I fell off the back, off one side, and then not to be picky, I fell off the other side. Then I tried to eat the nose, doing a perfect face plant. That had my lip bleeding and Dart concerned enough to walk me ashore.

"I'm all right, really," I said. "You don't have to mother me."

"Smile," he said. "That's fine. They're all there. You sit up here and watch. I think that's enough for today. I told your old man I'd look out for you."

"That's cool. I won't tell him you hit me because I was so lousy," I said.

"You actually did pretty good for the first time. You got up far enough to fall down. Some guys never get up at all the first day."

"Yeah! Cool!" I said, feeling like I had done something.

I watched Gordo as he caught a few waves for a few yards each. A couple of times he stayed up for five or ten seconds but mostly he fell off the back, both sides, and over the nose, but unlike me, he avoided the front of the board with his mouth. Neither of us was the picture of balance or control. I started to think surfing wasn't my thing but it was the first time I'd ever seen an ocean and that was something else.

We ended up lying on the wet sand as the waves eased up over our feet and lower legs. I leaned on my elbows and looked out at forever. Gordo giggled and wrestled with Dart and then with me. He'd forgotten our discord and that was okay by me. I wanted to know all about him but I wanted to do it without pissing him off.

Dart headed back toward his gym bag and tried to dry his restless hair. He peeled the wetsuit down below his waist and dried under his arms and his smooth well developed chest. He didn't so much have muscles as he had shape. He was very wide at the shoulders, narrow at the waist, and round where round mattered. The torpedo was outlined perfectly until the top of the wetsuit hung down to block the view. No matter how many times I saw it, it was never enough.

He pulled out a baby blue Frisbee and tossed it toward us. Gordo went airborne and landed on his stomach with the errant blue plastic disc tucked into his small chest. He laughed and giggled and tossed it back at Dart, who had to leap to keep it from going back into the many rocks under the cliff. He gently placed it on the wind and it eased up and down and up again until it was in my grasp. I never had to move. His toothy smile sparkled. He tossed down his towel in time to make another lunging catch from Gordo. He had Gordo running out into the water to catch the next throw. I guessed it was paybacks.

Once again Gordo drove Dart back into the rocks to catch the next wildly wandering flying saucer.

"Shit!" Dart protested. "I'm going to rupture myself in this suit."

He sat on the first rock and stripped the wetsuit off. As the Frisbee floated back toward him, he leaped up naked and easily made the catch.

"That's better," Dart said, standing proudly in front of us.

He had to know how much we admired him. I still saw him as being a most irregular guy. He wasn't all that attractive but he was at the same time gorgeous, in my eyes at least. He seemed perfectly comfortable being perfectly naked. The Frisbee rose and fell and floated around our small beach. After a while I noticed two other boys standing at the outcropping of rocks, watching us but mostly helping us watch Dart.

After a few minutes when they didn't come closer, Dart flew the Frisbee in a wide arc on a wave of air that had it floating gently out to where the bigger boy stood. He reached up to snatch it out of the air with ease before a similarly arching toss came back to Dart. Dart tossed it back in to Gordo and it was then they came into the confines of our private cove.

The older boy was taller than Gordo and had broad shoulders. He wore a white T-shirt that revealed tight dark nipples on a cut white chest that had seen its share of weights. His T-shirt revealed only an inch of smooth belly before a pair of red Speedo's interrupted the view and they covered a modest bulge. The other boy was Gordo's size but shorter. He wore the same color faded green swimming suit as Gordo. They laughed because they both realized how ugly they were.

The Frisbee made the rounds until we were evenly dispersed. We didn't talk. We only played. At one point the breeze forced Dart to dash into the center of our group, and Gordo also dashed to get to the disc first. They ended up wrestling on the sand over it in the center of our circle. Gordo's face was coming dangerously close to Dart's crotch as we all watched the combat.

They lay there breathing hard and listening to the silence as the rest of us took it all in until Gordo leaped up onto Dart's chest and locked fingers with him.

"Help me. I got him," Gordo screamed.

It seemed like the proper thing to do. After all, Gordo was defenseless against Dart.

Right!

Regardless, we all ended up in a heap on top of Dart, who protested and yelled while twisting impotently under the four of us. I did notice the hands on Dart's crotch and Gordo's were occupied and I had politely kept mine to myself in front of company. That left only two possibilities for the three hands that were exploring the torpedo. I was caught off guard by this surprise and I forgot to get my own feels in. The younger boy peeled back the skin while holding the shaft with one hand. The older boy felt Dart's balls as they encouraged the torpedo to grow into a straining hard muscle. Dart's resistance was minimal at best.

After a few minutes Gordo had a knee on each of Dart's shoulders and his bulging bathing suit was poking out an inch or two from his mouth as we all watched that spot.

"Don't even think about it," Dart growled as the older boy gave up the smooth balls to stand next to Gordo.

Gordo's right hand immediately curled into the waistband of the red Speedo's, to keep him balanced on top of Dart, I'm sure.

The red suit was twisted in Gordo's innocent fist, revealing the dark black hairs and the beginning of a thickening shaft that remained mostly hidden from me as he stood fast and made no effort to slip Gordo's grip. Gordo's grip also put his fingers even with the boy's bare shaft inside the red suit, but even then, his face was a picture of indifference to the invasion of privacy which I might have reacted to if only for a second.

The smaller boy lay on Dart's thighs, holding that part of him immobile with all of his hundred pounds or so as his fingers massaged the man dick. It was all quite pleasant and agreeable until Dart decided to get up. Gordo's strategically placed hand stretched down the front of the red suit as Dart threw him off balance and off his chest. The boy's cut cock was not quite stiff and swung across Gordo's bare shoulder as he rolled off Dart. At the same time the smaller boy slipped down between Dart's legs and off them.

We all got a good look at the black bush and nice presentation that stuck out in the cool breeze before he rescued his suit from Gordo's still clutching hand. He quickly cut off the public viewing of his most private parts, turning the color of his bathing suit in the process. He was fast to forget about his own embarrassment once he saw Dart's excitement sticking out, which he noticed several times before finally getting his eyes off the hard cock.

"He's strong," the younger boy said to the bigger boy.

"Yeah," I said as Gordo, red suit, and Dart stood facing one another.

"Come here a minute," Dart said to red suit. "You can use the boards, Gordo. I bet that little guy can stay up longer than you can."

"Bet me," Gordo said, grabbing Dart's long board and leaving the small one for us. "Come on. Race you to the breakers."

I wasn't in any hurry as the two little boys went out with the boards as I sat on the wet sand by the water. When I looked back Dart and red suit were standing next to Dart's gym bag, talking as Dart leaned on his wetsuit, his best part standing out toward red suit. They were quite close together, closer than I imagined any straight boy would allow himself to become to another boy's hard dick. I wasn't certain he wasn't going to reach out to feel it but while we wrestled he had felt his balls. What was that about? Did Dart have that affect on everyone?

When I looked back again, they were gone but on the ground below the gym bag lay the red Speedo's. I searched for some sign of two naked boys but the rocks hid whatever they were doing from my eyes.

After a couple of minutes I moved so I could see back in the rocks but whatever they were doing they found a place out of my view. Maybe they were just talking, I figured, but then there was the red suit that bothered me quite a bit. It was some time later that I saw Dart standing at his gym bag. He had gone soft and seemed casual as ever. A few minutes passed with him looking out toward the young surfers and then the other boy appeared from between the rocks, holding one hand over his crotch. He too had gone soft and immediately reached for the suit that would cover him up below his waist as Dart watched him.

He shook Dart's hand once he stashed himself away, leaning over the gym bag to do it, and then he came toward the water yelling for his younger friend to come on. I watched as they disappeared around the corner of the rocks where I'd first seen them.

How weird was that?

On the way back we were all worn out. After a while Gordo lay with his head in Dart's lap and his ass against my leg. The bathing suit gave his ass a better shape than the Spandex gave him. I let my hand rest on his hip and I thought about the different times we'd been together.

"Gordo, don't," Dart said firmly.

Gordo's mouth was wetting the front of the Spandex when I looked.

"I got to pick my girlfriend up and I already came once. I got to save one for her."

Gordo seemed undisturbed by the protest. Dart didn't seem all that disturbed either. They were just words that came to him.

His legs started to stretch out as he tried to keep the proper pressure on the gas peddle but he kept jerking the car with too much and then too little gas as Gordo licked and sucked the material that held the prize he seemed so determined to get to. Gordo reached behind to peel down the bathing suit so I could see the pink spot he was showing me by turning his ass upward. I couldn't resist letting my fingers do the talking. He pushed his ass at my hand as long as I touched him there.

What I really wanted to do was unzip my shorts and see if he'd let me fuck him. I'd had thoughts about doing this with Dart and Gordo. The idea usually came to me in the middle of the night. I didn't particularly want them to do it to me, but I had a powerful notion I would certainly like to do it to them. I settled for using one finger while he moaned on Dart's soggy dick. The finger did seem to please him quite a bit.

"You bitch," Dart finally gasped as Gordo lifted up his head and used his hand to milk Dart's dick. The white fluid oozed through the fabric in a thick paste that kept leaking out of the material and dripping down the front of the black shorts. "Oh, man."

Gordo took off his T-shirt and wiped up the mess before putting it back on. He left his naked ass in my hands and made no demands or suggestions. One finger was all I had the urge to do but I would think about more later as I would think about the boy in the red suit and imagined what went on among the rocks.

What didn't I know about boys? This place was nothing like back home. How did Dart know which guys would do what? What did he do to get them to do it? I'd watched and he didn't do anything but talk and get his dick hard and once it was it hard, guys wanted to do stuff to it.

Gordo got out with me and walked me halfway home because Dart was running late and his girlfriend was going to be pissed.

"What did he do with that boy?" I asked as we walked.

"I don't know what he did. You had a better view than I did. I'd have watched. I don't know why you didn't. Dart fucks and gets blown is all I know. Unless you catch him drunk, then all bets are off, but that don't happen often."

"How does he know which guys?"

"It's all in the eyes, Z. A guy watches your dick... he's interested. The boy couldn't keep his eyes off Dart's, or did you miss that."

"I don't know. Guys look at guys dicks all the time and they don't jump each other's bones."

"Yeah, well, that's a gay section of beach. Most guys come down there looking to find something to do with their dicks."

"You mean they were gay?"

"No, they knew gay guys hang there and stuff happens where gay guys hang. It's why they came. So, they found some other young guys down there that did stuff. No one has to be gay to do it. Just horny," he said, walking backward to look at my face while he explained the ways of his world.

"You mean it was a set up?"

"Not really. Mostly guys come down there looking to get it on with whoever's there."

"So why didn't you do anything?"

"I did. I had a good time. I was with you, wasn't I? Does it always have to be about me sucking your dick?"

"No!" I said, feeling like a jerk.

I did want him to blow me. I had wanted anyone to blow me back on the beach but I was afraid to ask. I didn't know how to get guys to blow me. I wished I was more like Dart and guys just wanted me for no reason.

He made sure his arm and shoulder brushed mine, and when I looked he was staring in my eyes and smiling. He seemed older and more mature than he had before. Maybe it was the sun that turned his tan face red. I wasn't sure if it was because I knew more about him and how he lived, or if I was feeling so damn immature because I didn't know anything compared to him.

"Come here a second," he said, dropping his board next to a long row of bushes next to one side of some apartments. I followed him into the bushes to see whatever it was he wanted to show me.

The cool earth felt pleasant enough on my sunburned back even through my T-shirt. I might have resisted longer if it hadn't been for red suit and Dart. I tried to recall each move they'd made and then I imagined what it was they were doing behind the rocks just a few yards from where I sat.

My imagination ran wild and covered all the bases in the minute or two it took me to fill Gordo up with my appreciation for another educational day. I always intended to last longer but he brought out the best in me PDQ. Then there was nothing I could do but let him have what he so eager wanted from me. After that it was just a matter of brushing the grass and twigs off my clothes and checking to make sure my zipper was back where it belonged on nice boys who weren't getting blown on their way home by their best friend.

His arm went around my waist as soon as he dropped his board on the concrete sidewalk. I knew what it meant and he was done with me until the next time. Only this time I was already getting hard again from just looking at his still wet lips. I might have asked him for more had he not left me with something to think about.

"Next time you can use something besides your finger if you want," he said, not looking at me when he said it.

...And he seemed like a little boy again, shy, and bashful.

He stepped onto his board and skated off toward the unknown, leaving me behind to wonder.

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