Skater's Streets
By Cogoma
cogoma@zdnetonebox.com
Chapter 1 El Cajon Streets
I didn't know anything about El Cajon. I didn't so much move there as I was thrust into it. My old man got stationed at North Island and it was goodbye Paradise Valley, hello El Cajon. I hated leaving my friends near Phoenix. I was exactly the age you are when you hate being torn away from the friends it's taken years to carefully surround yourself with. I knew nothing about my new environment and I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone at first. I missed hanging with the skaters and punks at home.
John didn't have a home. I'd been in El Cajon for three days when I met him. I was on my board and he was on his when we passed on a corner. He was heading away from Broadway and the mall and I was heading towards it.
"Where do you skate around here, dude?" I asked, tiring of the streets and intersections and the hurried commuters.
"Some of us skate up behind the mall," he said. "Grossmont Station is where it's happening. Up at the tubes. Just ask anyone with a board."
John DeSanto was Italian, what else. Six one with jet black hair and sleepy blue eyes that drew you toward him. Mostly he was long and lean. Living on the street did that he told me. He eyeballed me carefully before telling me, he was going to do some smoke with a lady friend. After that he was going to go skate up behind Grossmont Center. If I wanted to go with, he'd show me where the skaters and the street punks hung. There was a lean-to in the woods where two other guys and a chick were already giggling and smoking. I took a few small tokes and said I'd had enough. The rest of them continued on with the party as I tried to fit in without getting in anyone's way. No one seemed to notice me much.
Tina was a blond. I doubted she was a real one. The smaller guy started to make out with her as his taller buddy sat on the opposite side and felt her tits. I'd never seen two guys on one chick before, but John acted like it was cool in El Cajon. He was more interested in keeping the pipe lit. I was just trying for invisibility.
I tried not to watch the two guys as they picked up the action. With her pants unzipped they took turns using their hands on her, one still kissing her as the other fondled and licked one big tit and then the other. The big guy held her hand on his bulge. John kept loading and lighting the pipe.
The longer they made out the hornier I got. She went from kissing the one guy to kissing the other and I got another surprise when her shorts were suddenly on her knees. The big guy unzipped his pants and fished out his stubby red bone. The little guy leaned her back so she could spread her legs comfortably for him to get in between.
Shorty sat up after delivering some kisses, took his friend's dick and helped guide it into the hole. He removed his own dick and jerked off watching his buddy fuck.
"Yeah, I'm getting there," the big guy said, and shorty put his free hand down where the action was.
This was all new and quite exciting to me. At home guys guarded their chicks with the intensity of a Pitbull with a sirloin bone. I'd seen couples making out but any more than that was done in private. There had been some games at parties in the last year where I had lost all my clothes. It was usually when I had too much to drink and we all woke up naked in a pile in someone's bed. No one mentioned I had done anything that wasn't acceptable, but I'm not sure if I should have been happy or sad about that. Unfortunately it had always been just us guys because the girls avoided the younger skaters and went for the jocks.
One night just before I left Phoenix, I woke up in the middle of the night and watched two of my friends jerk each other off. I figured they were just drunk but I thought about it a lot. What they were doing for each other wasn't as troubling as the thought I had that I wanted to do it with them, but I didn't do anything with anyone, and two boys jerking off was the only thing I had seen up close.
Until I got to El Cajon and watched these guys having sex with Tina, I hadn't seen anything at all, but the thing I remembered most was they had a girl and they still spent time jerking each other off. I thought of my two friends and how I had felt watching them. It was the same this time. I didn't want to join in on the screwing but I wanted to join in on the jerking off, and for the first time I could identify something sexual I was sure I wanted to try.
When Shorty came to bat I kept my eyes on how his friend was carefully guiding his boner into place and then kept feeling it while he fucked her. I swallowed hard and wondered if things like that were okay out here. It certainly blurred the lines for me. This conduct wouldn't have been permitted where I came from.
John pushed my shoulder as he watched me staring at the show.
"You want a toke?"
"No," I said, watching the screwing.
"Don't mind them. You want a turn. She's easy," John said. "Those two take it where they can get it. You can't take anything too seriously back here. We take care of each other."
"Nah, I've never been into sharing babes," I said. "They must be good friends."
"They've been out here for a couple of years. They take care of each other when the need arises. You learn to adapt when you're on the street," John said. "They're okay."
"Yeah," I said.
"You got to make do when you're out here. She gets good smoke and wants some action when she brings some to us," John said. "When your turn comes up, you take it. We takes care of those who takes care of us."
Tina and the smaller boy made out as he spent a long time without changing his speed. His ass was round and filled his jeans completely. His dick was bigger than his buddy's and he seemed more adept at using it. We all sat watching him perform until he finally picked up the tempo and seemed like he was going for the gusto.
"Come on," John said, "I'll take you to where we hang. He lasts awhile when he's high. He's just now getting his second wind. Gets off real fast when he fucks his buddy. You can't take anything you see back here too seriously. You don't want to be talking about things you see if you want to be welcome."
"His buddy?" I asked. "They fuck each other?"
"Yeah, they've been together a long time. You'll see lots of shit you stick around," John said. "Gets pretty lonely if you aren't flexible. Girls last a few days, or at most a few weeks. They always have something they can use to get them off the street. We just got each other."
I really would have rather hung there and enjoyed the sex show. It was a lot better than a fuck flick, which was as close to sex as we came back home. I was surprised that no one bothered to hide their activities from prying eyes. Where I was from you couldn't show your face if you popped a woody while you were hanging out. I could see things were different in El Cajon. I thought I might like this place after all.
I met a handful of John's friends and we talked about what went on around there. Each time I went up to skate, I'd meet John first. After two weeks I ventured up on my own. I kept my eyes open for the two guys that I'd watched fucking in the woods, but they were never up at Grossmont.
The number of skaters was pretty large compared to the dozen or so skaters I knew and ran with at home, but I never knew anybody when I went up. Every time I went I met half a dozen to a dozen guys, but the faces constantly changed. I decided to try different times until I met up with someone I knew. I also looked for the place in the woods where John took me, but I never did find it.
After another week of not making much headway in the friend department, I found a group of young skaters just before noon one day. Some guys were doing some moves while most of them were just hanging out. I nodded and spoke to an innocent looking blond kid.
"Where you from?" He asked.
"Phoenix," I said. "Just moved here."
"Phoenix, cool," he said. "I'm Paul."
"I'm Z," I said.
"How do you spell that?" He asked, smiling and putting his hand out for me to slap when I looked to see if he was serious.
John and his friends were all older than I was and that made it more difficult for them to accept me. If I saw one of them they ignored me for the most part. The two groups were about as different as you can get. I was odd man out at first, too young for John's group, and too old for the younger skaters I'd found on my own, but I'd become the link between older and younger as time went on. Persistence does pay off if you stick with it long enough.
Any role was fine with me. I gained some status and hoped to find more activities like the ones John had introduced me to a few minutes after we met. I kept my eyes open for any signs of sexual activity but I started to believe what I had seen was a once in a lifetime experience. Mostly everyone skated or kicked back and talked.
When John was around he always included me like I was one of them. I liked the older guys because they always talked sex. Their conversations were graphic and that suited me. It was best of all when the guys that were wearing spandex really got into it. Ace always seemed to fill his spandex no matter if they were talking girls or not. I didn't think much of it when he asked me to take him with when I went to meet the young skaters I frequently talked about with John.
I introduced him around and he did the rest. John and Ace were good friends but Ace was big and seemed menacing to me. I mean if John said he was okay he was okay with me, but there was something dangerous about him. And when he seemed to be there all the time, I knew there was less attention for me because he commanded attention just by his presence. The young kids seemed more than happy to gather around him when he had anything to say.
I found it odd when he started skating more with us than he did with his older buddies. I was looking to break in with them, and he was down here trying to get in good with us. Then he brought in Freebee, who no one knew. He was a tall and heavily freckled happy-go-lucky boy who was my age and an instant hit because he had a way of making us all laugh. I was sure he lived to serve Ace. He was a far easier fit than Ace was, but he somehow tied Ace even closer to us even after Ace blended back into the woodwork somewhat. He had installed Freebee as the oldest younger boy and one that was completely loyal to him.
Then there was the day The Dart arrived. Ace's crew ruled the roost then. Freebee talked about Dart like he was something special. They seemed to go way back with Dart being a bit older than Freebee but less involved. He was not as big as Ace, not as thin as Freebee, and he laid back a bit not having all that much to say. He wasn't particularly hazardous looking to me, but there was none the less something quite dangerous about him. I thought he knew what I was thinking when he looked at me or when he caught me staring at him. I looked at Dart a lot.
Freebee spent most of his time with Dart, and most of the kids spent much of their time with Freebee. I followed along hoping for some fun to come of the new mix. Freebee and Dart were always at Ace's beck and call when he came around. They were always going for food, drinks, and whatever Ace ordered. At the end of the day they'd skate off together. This made me curious about what was going on. I suspected the sex thing wasn't as far off as it seemed, but I couldn't catch any references that would lead me to success in that area. I just kept going up and hanging around like everyone else.
It was starting to get dark one evening. We were all hot and sweaty, leaning on our elbows and sucking down super gulps we'd just scored. The chatter was as fast as the skateboards this evening. All of a sudden there was an unexpected calm as they caught site of an approaching boy who I didn't know.
"Your boyfriend is back, Freebee," someone said.
It seems this kid had shown up a few times to watch Freebee skate, or sit, or lay around. It didn't seem to matter much what he did, the boy watched him. I had missed these interactions and so it seems had Ace, but we were there for this addition.
"Oh, no. Tell him I'm not here," Freebee said. "Tell him I've passed away. He's weird."
"Who's that one?" Ace asked. "Does anyone know who he is?"
"Goes to Catholic school in town. Has a thing for Freebee," Paul said. "There are rumors about him and some of the alter boys at my church. He lives up by me. Watches Freebee skate, huh Freebee?"
"Does not," Freebee said.
"Ask him over," Ace said. "You guys be nice to him. Let's see if he can do us some good. Freebee, you play along."
"Hey, Curly, come on over and say hello to Freebee," Paul said.
"What's your name?" Ace asked the boy as he came up to the railing that separated us from the stairs that led down to the trolley.
"Stan," the boy said as he looked down at us in our irregular circle.
"Come on, Stan. Join the party," Ace said. "We don't bite."
The chatter started up slowly. Freebee was challenged to go talk to Stan. Stan blushed, Freebee blushed, Ace kept looking back and forth between the two of them as a few queer jokes we tossed out to check each boys reaction.
"Come on over here and sit," Ace said to Freebee.
"What?" Freebee said.
"Come on. I want you to do me a favor. Sit over here a minute. I want to tell you something."
Freebee struggled to his feet, dragging his skateboard and his T-shirt as Stan's eyes were full of the long lean blond boy. When Freebee sat down, Ace leaned over and whispered something into his ear. Freebee leaned back away to take a long look at Ace. He didn't say anything at first.
"You serious? You want me to go with him? He asked, sounding like he thought he was serious.
"Sure, why not? We share when we can, right. It's your turn. Take it where you can get it. You know that," Ace said, putting his hand on Freebee's shoulder.
I thought I knew what Ace wanted but the new boy acted like he didn't know they were talking about him. Everyone else knew he was the topic of conversation. I just hoped it was leading where I suspected it was. I knew there was a sexual element in our direction every since Ace had started showing up. I'd just never been there to see anything going on.
Freebee leaned back on his elbows and met Stan's gaze with a ferocious stare. He seemed to be showing his displeasure with the way Stan continuously worked him over with his eyes. Then it was Ace who became the center of the conversation. He asked questions and challenged guys to do a trick. He ignored Stan, and Freebee's glare eventually mellowed. He spread his legs wide and put his hand on his crotch, feeling himself through his clothes for everyone to see. Stan never took his eyes off the examination Freebee was giving himself. I didn't either for that matter.
When he stood, his baggies bulged from the workout he was giving his bone. It tented his pants as he walked toward Stan, causing youthful giggles as all eyes followed him to the railing. I wasn't sure if he was going to punch him out or ask him out. When he got to the railing he stood just opposite Stan and Freebee's pants became an advertisement for what he was after. Freebee leaned with his forearms on the railing next to where Stan's hands held it. He spoke so softly I could only here the mumbles that got to my ear. Stan listened intently, leaning toward Freebee as he spoke.
The Dart rolled over onto his stomach, brushing my leg with his as he turned away. He was dark like Ace but far better looking and far friendlier to me. I was sure he was involved in something sexual with Freebee and Ace but I had no idea what that meant. It was just the way they went off together at night. Dart was like a magnet to me.
"Want to bet he gets him to go with him?"
"Bet what?" I said.
"We'll figure it out. I say the boy goes where ever Freebee wants him to go."
"I don't know. He seems to know what's going on. How could he not know what's going on?" I asked.
"That's what the bet's about. Does he know and if he knows does he go anyway? You see the odds are in my favor. He's here because he wants something and now Freebee is offering him what he came up here to get. Does he go home empty handed or does he get what he came after?"
"Nah, he doesn't go," I said. "He's got to know we're sitting here watching."
"You do know what he came after?" Dart asked, penetrating my eyes with his.
"I'm not sure. Something to do with sex stuff."
"You're old enough to figure it out you're old enough to make bets," he said. "We betting?"
"Sure," I said, not knowing just where we were going but willing to find out.
After a few minutes Freebee and Stan were walking toward "the tubes." It was a place you didn't stumble onto by accident, and it did furnish some privacy if no one was standing at either end of the twelve-foot high tubes.
"Anyone want a blow job," Ace said after five more minutes of talk and joking about Freebee having a boyfriend.
"What?" came back the nervous answer from the eight other boys who sat around us.
"Bingo," Dart said, smiling as he looked at the back of his hands. "The sex stuff. You lose Z. Play got to pay."
"What?" I asked.
"Don't worry, when the time comes, you'll know what to do," he said, smiling with his lips and his eyes.
Tiny and String Bean stared at each other, moving their legs apart so they were no longer touching. There was guilt on their faces while they were checking to see who was looking at them. Most of the boys were looking about uncomfortably. The laughter had stopped and no one had anything else to say about Ace's challenge. The sexual tension I'd been hoping for had arrived. It hung in the air like the darkness that would soon take hold.
I'd been skating there since the day John showed me where to go. While the faces were constantly changing, none of the younger boys talked sex to me. There were jokes about it but no girls ever came down to "the tubes" to get the boys thinking about what most boys wanted to do with them. Otherwise, nothing but skating seemed to cross these boy's minds. I had my suspicions about what happened when Ace, Freebee, and Dart skated off into the fading daylight late most afternoons. Tiny and String Bean did everything but kiss, but they never mentioned sex. There was something sexual about Ace that went beyond the persistence of the solid cylindrical bulging in the black spandex he wore. There was something sexual in the way the boys sat around him and listened.
I was sure he was sixteen or seventeen but he could have been older or younger for all I knew. No one knew much about him except he lived in a culvert out near Santee. He always seemed to be clean and well groomed, and that was part of the mystery about him.
While I was trying to figure out what was going with Ace, there was more hard swallowing and uncomfortable glances as each boy assessed to what degree he might be under suspicion. Tiny and String Bean had separated and sat one on each side of the group. How could they not know that Ace was speaking about Stan? What guilt did they share. Did everyone else see them separate as soon as blow job was mentioned?
"If that boy ain't queer I'll suck all your dicks right here," Ace said, clearing things up for those he had confused. "Freebee's going to see what the boy will do. I told you boys I'd take care of you. Your pesky little hard dicks will get sucked tonight if Freebee does his job."
"Bingo," The Dart said, pushing his leg against mine. "You like getting blown? Stud like you probably gets more than he needs."
"Bet me," I said, forgetting my quiet reserve.
"Bingo," he said, looping his leg over mine but looking down at the ground instead of at me. "I'm never wrong about that. I have an instinct."
"What? You saying I'm like Stan," I protested too mildly.
"No! No! I didn't mean that. I mean a guy that needs to do something. There are guys that need it, all these guys for sure, and there are guys that do something to get it. That's you. You know what you want and you're not afraid to do something about it when the times right. I would almost bet you the time is right."
"I suppose it is," I said, trying to figure out what he was getting to, thinking the word bet was the tip off but he never bothered to clarify our bet and I decided I'd wait for him to tell me what he wanted.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but no one was. Most eyes were on the tubes where Freebee had taken Stan. Ace seemed unconcerned. He was leaning back on his elbows chewing on a deep green blade of grass, looking at his toes. I'm not sure what he was waiting for, but all eyes were on him.
" Hey, I'm a horny kind of a guy and I ain't bashful. I don't know about you little boys, but if I can get me some action for Pete here, I'm not running away," Ace said. "We'll give Freebee time to get him warmed up. Then we'll see about you boys getting your dicks sucked tonight. If you're old enough."
Ace stood and rearranging his hard flesh so that we could all see that he was ready for action. The spandex didn't leave much to the imagination but pushing it around in there got all the boys staring at the way it was perfectly outlined by the elastic material that hugged it.
"Come on, I'll see you get a turn," he said, indicating with his head that we were to join him.
He walked toward the tubes as we followed close behind. He stayed up on the curbing, easing down until he could see in without being noticed. Everyone huddled trying to get a look. It took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark but Ace had the best view.
"Fuck, I knew he'd do it," Ace said. "He's feeling his dick right now boys. We're about to get lucky."
Everyone moved up to see. I felt like I was in a trash compactor, but there was something arousing about a bunch of boys pressing their horny bodies against mine in an effort to see some other boys fooling around. I could see Stan's hand disappearing inside Freebee's zipper. Freebee was leaning back on his hands watching the boy play with his dick, smiling pleasantly from the experience. They were talking much like Freebee talked when he was around us. If he had hostility toward the boy he didn't show it.
"I'm going to go set this up. You guys stay back here so you don't fuck it up. I'll let you know when to come over. You show me what you can do tonight and I have someone I can introduce you to that will pay you to drop your drawers. You might even get lucky with some chicks if you know what to do with what you got."
When Ace jumped down into the tube and started walking toward the two boys in the dark, everyone closed in on me to fill the vacancy the biggest body left. They nearly knocked me into the pipe but The Dart grabbed my arm just in time to make the save. It was then my thoughts about Dart, Freebee, and Ace became solidified. I had no idea he was so close but he had been right behind me and it was not by chance.
"Don't break your leg. Not before you get off anyway," he said in a deep easy draw that told me he wasn't from here either.
His hand stayed latched to me as he drew me back out of space and back on the curbing, not to mention up against him. I knew what was there. It was obvious by the way it poked me in the butt while he was peering out over my shoulder to see Ace strutting toward the action. Neither of us made any attempt to move his protrusion into a more strategic location.
The temperature seemed to be going up near that tube. I was spacing out when his voice broke into my pleasure.
"Getting paid to show your package sounds like a job I was made for," he said, feeling his dick and my ass with the same motion, making sure I knew he knew exactly where it was when he was done feeling it. "We can go together if you don't want to go alone. Safety in numbers or something."
"Yeah," I said, feeling like we were alone and his hypnotic voice was just for me.
"You okay with this?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. "I'm cool with it."
"Good," he said sounding pleased, and then I leaned back against him to see if I might be dreaming.
"Fuck," Paul said, "Look at that boys dick."
Ace turned to face Stan, peeling down the front of his spandex. It did the talking for him. First Stan slipped off the concrete slab, moving to his knees to look and to touch Ace. Freebee moved to Ace's side feeling his cock as Stan felt his balls.
Almost by magic the lights in the mall parking lot came on. There were enough trees and shrubs to defuse the harsh rays, but it furnished plenty of light to see the details of what the boys were up to.
"He's feeling his dick. Let's go," Paul said.
"Come on, let's go down there," Tiny said. "My dick's busting my balls."
"He said, wait," String Bean said.
"He said to show him what we could do," Paul said, jumping down into the tube. "I want to wait where I can see what their doing."
"When they go down to the action, stay here with me for a minute, okay," he said, his lips exciting me further when he blew the words into my ear.
"Yeah," I said, weakly.
"You okay with this?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. "I'm cool with it."
"Good," he said sounding pleased, and then I leaned back against him to see if I might be dreaming.
"Fuck," Paul said, "Look at that boys dick."
Ace turned to face Stan, peeling down the front of his spandex. It did the talking for him. First Stan slipped off the concrete slab, moving to his knees to look and touch Ace. Freebee moved to Ace's side, reaching for his erect penis, massaging it as Stan felt his ball.
Almost by magic the lights in the mall parking lot came on. There were enough trees and shrubs to defuse the harsh rays, but it furnished plenty of light to see the details of what the boys were up to.
"Come on, let's go down there," Tiny said. "My dick's busting my balls."
"He said, wait," String Bean said.
"He said to show him what we could do," Paul said, jumping down into the tube.
"When they go down to the action, stay here with me for a minute, okay," he said, his lips excited me further when he blew the words in my ear.
"Yeah," I said, weakly.
I felt his hand fumbling for mine until he had guided it back between us. I felt his hot flesh in my fingers. My head was a whirl with thoughts of pleasure, and then he did the only thing he could do to intensify my feelings. His hand slipped down into my pocket as the other boys left us and went deliberately into the tube.
I'd forgotten about my own hard dick. He found it and squeezed ever so slightly. Once we were alone he turned me around to face him. I looked up into his dark green eyes seeing Dart different from how I'd seen him or any one else before. He unfastened his pants, dropping them to his ankles. His dick stood out at a forty-five degree angle and bent to the left near the tip, his hair was wiry and dark, his balls were round and tight. I smelled him in a way that stimulated me toward an orgasm.
"Suck me," he said in a rugged soft voice. "Time to pay up."
I knew guys sucked other guys. The knowledge never bothered me. I'd never considered doing it myself until Dart. I'd never been that close to a mature cock. I'd never been that hot for anyone. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he let me know that I was to get on my knees in front of him.
My brain was aflutter with the sight and smell, and, soon, the taste of Dart.
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