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Skater's Waltz
Thanks to Net Author Solar Fox for a few tips on skater slang and such: I hope I didn't get it too badly wrong! Thanks also go to Tigerfolly for his input.
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This story features consensual sexual activities among teenagers, yadda yadda.
I dunno who wrote it, right, but there's this piece of classical music called the Skater's Waltz. I don't usually listen to that shit, but I heard it one day on my grandma's radio when we were visiting her and I thought the title was kinda cool. I'm a skater, y'see, 'though I don't skate quite like they used to back when whoever it was wrote that piece of music. My grandma told me that when she was a girl they only ever skated in winter, when the ice froze over thick enough so that it wouldn't crack and turn them into Popsicles when they fell in. I s'pose the music I just told ya about is pretty suitable for elegant glidin' around on the ice an' all that shit, but it don't really fit the kind of thing I do with my buds on Saturday mornings. There's about eight of us who do it regularly, but there's another six or seven dudes who sometimes come down to the park and throw a few moves. There's even this girl Sam who comes sometimes. She doesn't got much in the way of tits yet and she's pretty okay for a girl, in that she's more like a boy anyway. I got this rule that I don't jack off before I go skatin'. I used to do it every mornin' when I woke up, just tossed the covers back and then went right at it whether I was gonna skate or not, but I didn't do it one day 'cuz I was in a rush to meet my best friend Cam and I found that my skating was a whole lot better. I guess that's 'cuz jackin' makes ya feel kinda tired, even though it feels like, totally awesome. Only problem is that I keep poppin' wood when I'm skating... luckily my pants are pretty baggy and I don't think that any of my buds notice that I got a stiff one. If they did they'd probably reckon I'm a fag or somethin', which I think ain't too far from the truth. Wow, that's the first time I've ever said that I might be gay. It's kinda scary. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I'm gay. I never really think about girls when I jack, and it's lookin' at guys that makes me bone up. I guess what happened the other week 'tween Jack and me kinda capped it off for me. Jack's sixteen, a year older than me, and he comes skatin' pretty much every week. He's a hot-lookin' guy, with floppy blond hair that he's always brushin' out of his eyes. Dunno why, but I find that kinda cute. I'm not sure how tall he is... A couple of inches more than me, maybe, and last time I measured myself I was around five nine. (Actually, I was, like, six inches, but that's another story) He's not really built but he's got a nice toned body, and his legs are pretty muscular from all the skatin' he does. I didn't really talk to Jack much until a coupla months ago. We always said hi to each other and high-fived, an' made comments about each other's sets, but I spent most of my time talkin' to my best bud Cam.
One day, tho', I overheard a coupla guys talking about Jack in the hall at school. From what they said, I guessed that the guy has a bit of a rep for bein' a fag. I gotta admit, I got a whole lot more interested in him after that. I was kinda suspicious about the rumours. I made an effort to chat with him a bit more that Saturday, and threw him a few comments like 'Wow, rad man!' or whatever. I didn't think he acted very faggy; he was as much a guy as any of the other skater dudes - except maybe for Sam. He didn't lisp or have a limp wrist, that was for sure. I guess I looked at him a bit closer that day, too, and I gotta tell you I liked what I saw. It was a hot day so he wuz skatin' shirtless, his Jams slippin' low down on his waist as he did his moves. I got kinda turned on seein' the waistband of his boxers where his pants had slid down, and the way his toned body was shiny with sweat in the summer sun. Every time he did a jump it looked like he kinda hung in the air for a minute, with his hair flying wildly and the leather thong he wore around his neck almost hitting him in the face.
Jack finished his set and rolled to a stop at the side of the halfpipe, flashing a big grin and doin' a couple of playful bows as a couple of the guys clapped him and wolf-whistled at him. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and stepped on the back of his 'board, flipping it up so he could pick it up. I gave him a thumbs-up and a grin, and he came swaggering over to me. 'Not bad, dude.' I grinned, offering my hand for a high five. He gave me skin and offered his for a low five, and I gave him what he wanted. I looked down as I fived him and couldn't help but notice that there was, like, a major bulge in his skater pants. 'Jeez!' I thought. 'This dude is hung!' I think he caught me lookin' cause he kinda blushed a little. I suppose that coulda been due to the skating he'd just done, tho'. 'It was okay, man, but that acid drop was kinda lame.' 'Looked pretty kewl from here, dude... But if you wanna learn, maybe you should watch me in action. Pick up a few pointers.' He burst out laughing and shook his head. 'Ya, right... I'd like to see you in action, man. I could use a good laugh.' I grinned at him and reached out to slap him on the shoulder. 'You got it, man... Watch and learn, watch and learn.' His skin felt warm under my hand, and wetly slippery, too. It was pretty kewl; bone-poppin' kewl in fact. 'Ya, ya, we'll see, we'll see.' he chuckled, sittin' down on the scrawl-covered bench to watch my set, legs spread wide and Reeboks planted firmly on the ground, his 'board between his thighs. I didn't do too bad on the pipe, but I found myself kinda distracted by thoughts of Jack's hot bod and the moves he'd done just a couple of minutes before. I came off the 'board and slid down the side of the wall on my kneepads as I tried a double axle, and I could hear Jack givin' me a slow handclap from his bench.
I grinned and shrugged as I scooted back to him. ''Kay, dude, that's how you don't do it...' I was feelin' pretty sweaty so I yanked my shirt off and wiped my bod with it. Felt pretty rad. 'Y'don't say.' he said sarcastically, looking at my chest. 'Nice pecs.' I guess I blushed a little, but it felt kinda nice to have him say that, even if he was joshin' me. I tossed the shirt onto the bench and then sat down next to Jack, my shoulder rubbin' against his. 'Sooo...' he said, after a minute. 'Why the sudden interest in talkin' to me an' stuff?' He turned to look at me curiously, his greenish eyes glittering a bit. 'No offence, but you didn't seem all that bothered to know me until a li'l while ago.' I didn't know quite how to answer that, so I just kept quiet for a minute. He didn't let me off by sayin' anything, just kept lookin' at me from under those bangs of his. 'I, um, guess I just didn't realise how cool you were, before.' He smiled and reached out to pat my shoulder. 'Ya, well, you're pretty cool yourself, dude.' We both went quiet for a while longer, just watchin' the dudes on the halfpipe. I turned and looked at Jack every now and then, and I noticed him doin' the same to me. My cock was pretty hard in my pants, and I was wonderin' if Jack had noticed the bulge. I couldn't tell from the smile on his face, 'cuz it was kinda difficult to read. 'Jack...' I said eventually. 'I heard some guys talkin' about you, the other day.' He looked at me sharply, frownin' a little. 'Yeah? And what'd they say, man?' Another minute or two went on by while I thought how to say it, or even if it was a good idea. In the end my hardon tipped the balance; how was I gonna get to try anything if I couldn't even make sure Jack wuz gay? 'That you're a fa... um, gay.' I could feel myself gettin' redder and redder as Jack just sat there staring at me for, like, ages. He blinked a couple of times and gave this sly little grin, his teeth nice and white. 'And what if that's true, dude?' he said after about a thousand years. 'Well, I... um...' 'Think you might be gay too?' 'Well... yeah.' He grinned like a 'toon wolf and patted my shoulder. 'Your secret's safe with me, dude.' He paused for a sec. 'So, you're what, like, hoping I'm gonna sleep with you? I suppose I'm supposed to automatically be interested in you just 'cause we're both fags?' I just blushed and looked down at my feet, kicking them in the dust. I was wishin' that the ground would open up an' swallow me whole. Jack leant closer to me and whispered quietly into my ear. 'I'm just funnin' ya, dude. I'll let you in on a little secret: I am interested in you. You're a hot dude, even if you can't skate.' 'Hey!' I was kinda grinning and scowling at the same time, not sure quite how to feel but getting excited anyway. 'I was just distracted!' 'Ya, ya, sure you were.' We both went kinda quiet again, but this time we spent a whole lot more time lookin' at each other. Jack wuz even better lookin' up close, and he smelt pretty good, too. I hadn't thought about a guy's smell bein' hot before, but Jack's really was. I was still rock hard, and I knew from the way Jack looked at my package that he could tell, too. His hardon was more obvious than mine, just 'cause his prick was bigger. Man, I wondered if my mouth would even fit around that thing. I suddenly felt like givin' it a damn good try, tho'. 'So...' I said. 'So...?' he replied. 'So... wanna go somewhere else?' I turned to look at him, blushin' again. Man, I was amazed I had enough blood left to turn red. I thought most of it was in my cock; that would explain why I felt so light headed, anyways. 'Somewhere like...?' He was smilin', and I got the feeling he was joshin' me again. I shrugged, resisting the sudden urge I had to kiss him smack on the lips. They looked like real kissable lips. 'How about your place? Are your folks out?' He looked around as he answered me. 'As a matter of fact... they are.' I almost came in my pants when he leant forward and kissed me on the lips. My first ever kiss, in a public place, with a guy!? Was he nuts? I gasped as he broke away and looked around frantically. 'Relax!' he laughed. 'Nobody saw it, dude. I checked, 'kay?' He kinda jumped to his feet and stepped onto his 'board, pushing off towards the park gate. The way his butt flexed as he built up speed was way kewl. 'Are you comin', slowcoach?' he called back, glancing over his shoulder. I got on my own skateboard and quickly caught up, muttering to myself 'Not just yet...'
I thought Jack's house wuz kinda dull, but his room was pretty rad. He had, like, a million photos of skaters in all kinds of action on his walls, most of them not wearin' shirts or with their shirts all rode up so their abs were showin'. Jack stowed his 'board in a closet and grinned at me as I looked around his rooms at all the kewl stuff, my prick already startin' to get a bit hard. 'Like what you see?' 'Sure man. You got a kewl room.' He gave a little laugh and flopped onto his bed, bouncin' a couple of times before coming to a rest. Man he looked hot, all that bare skin lookin' good enough to lick. 'No fair, dude... Your bed's bigger'n mine.' He laughed a bit and gave me this weird look, like, kinda intense. 'All the more room to play, dude.'
I felt kind of weird but I laughed a little anyway, and he just lay back on his pillows lookin' up at me. I was suddenly gettin' the impression that he wanted me to make the first move, but for now he was happy just to lay there and stroke himself thru' his Jams. Damn, there was this huge fuckin' bulge right under his hand and I could see a wet spot near the waistband where he'd been, like, leaking into his shorts. 'Cuz he was lyin' down and his Jams weren't so baggy I could even see the outline of his dick - a long thick pole that was so big it laid down along his abs. My dick was trapped in my boxers and bent kinda painfully. I was feelin' a bit nervous, but I adjusted myself anyways, sighing a bit as my cock was released from its pressure. 'Better?' I looked back up at Jack and I swear I almost launched my load right then. While I was lookin' down at my own packet, he'd adjusted himself again, so that by now his boner was peekin' out the top of his Jams. Damn, it looked hot. I could only see maybe an inch of his prick, like the tip of an iceberg, but my mouth went dry and my own cock swelled. 'Till then I'd never seen an uncut guy, but I instantly fell in love with the way it looked. The helmet was like amazingly shiny and pink, but I couldn’t even see most of it 'cuz it was hidden by his skin. The skin didn't really hide the shape of his dick, tho', 'cuz it clung to it like a pair of silk boxers cling to a guy's ass. Somehow, I thought that was way kewler than looking at a cut dick, where you can see everything right off. No mystery, ya dig? As I watched Jack's cock did this cute little twitch, and a bead of pre slipped out of the slit, dribbled down the inch or so of cock, and got soaked into the band of his Jams. 'Like what you see?' he said again, but this time I knew he wasn't talkin' 'bout his room. My throat was so dry I could barely say anythin', but I nodded, not able to stop myself from lookin' at his prong. 'C'mon over and lie next to me, dude. You can look at it up close.' Like I was gonna resist that offer. I practically sprinted across the room and jumped onto his bed, Jack laughin' as he bounced up and down on the other side of the mattress. 'Easy Tiger!' I rolled on to my side and propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at him. He just lay there with his arms behind his head and let me, smilin' cutely. We'd both left our shirts downstairs so I had a rad view of his abs and pecs. His nips were these cute little pink buds that suddenly looked real tasty, kinda slick with sweat and hard 'cuz he was excited. I couldn't see a single hair on his bod, and that turned me on even more. 'Go ahead and touch if you wanna, dude.' I did wanna. I started by kinda shyly reachin' out to stroke his chest, feelin' how warm and slick his hairless pecs were. He turned his head and smiled kinda encouragingly, and I smiled back, a little nervous still. His nips were really, really kewl, like mini dicks that got stiffer when I touched them.
'It feels great when a guy licks them.' He sounded kinda out of breath, like he'd just done a major set of tricks. I looked down and noticed more of his dick wuz stickin' out now, and the whole part I could see was shiny with pre. Damn this guy leaks a lot! I got closer to his chest, like, real close, and I could smell Jack. I gotta admit, I really dug the way he smelled... kinda hot and sweaty and sexy, and all boy. I licked my lips and got even closer, feelin' the heat of his body on my face. 'Go on, they won't bite.' he sighed, reaching over his bod with one hand to tousle my hair. I bit the bullet and kissed his right nip, feelin' the warm, slippery skin against my lips. Jack gave a little moan, and I felt my dick swellin' even more in my pants. I opened my lips and swirled around his nip with my tongue, startin' to really get into this. 'Oh yeah, baby.' moaned Jack. 'You're a fuckin' natural, dude...' He pulled my head over to the other nip, and I kinda got off on having Jack control what I was doin'. I licked and sucked all around the little pink nub, mashing my face happily against the hard muscle of his pecs. I got kinda carried away and bit him a little, but it just made him shiver all over, goosebumps poppin' up on his arms. By now I was kneelin' next to him on the bed, my dick still untouched but drooling pre all over my Jams. His abs were all shiny with sweat and heaving as he panted, and I started licking all up and down and around his stomach. I stuck my tongue in his navel and wiggled it around, and he laughed a bit, bucking at the ticklish feelin'. I'd worked my way a long way down his bod and now his dick was right by my nose. I took a close look at what showed over his pants, really diggin' the way his skin covered all but the top quarter of his helmet. 'What's the matter,' he joshed, 'never seen a foreskin before?' I just looked at him, blushin' a little, and shook my head. 'Well, take a look at this then.' He reached down and gently tugged his skin back, the fat helmet finally bein' shown to me in all its glory. He held his skin back and it looked for all the world like a cut dick, kinda like mine but a lot bigger. As I watched another fat drop of pre drooled from his winkin' slit, dribbling down this funny little V-shaped tag of skin that stretched from his foreskin to the tip of his dick. I'd never seen anythin' like that, before, 'cuz I don't have one on my dick. I reached out and touched it a bit, but pulled back quick when Jack gasped. I musta looked kind of puzzled 'cuz he smiled and just barely touched it with his own finger. 'Is that meant to be there?' I asked, feelin' kind of stupid. He nodded, lookin' down at his dick as he let go of the skin and it rolled back over to mostly cover the head again. 'It feels nice when you touch it, dude. It's just real sensitive.'
I nodded and took his dick in my hand, feeling its weight. It was way hot, too, and felt completely not like holding my own wiener. It was bigger, too; I could barely close my fingers around that huge sausage. I tugged his skin back slowly, loving the way it stretched away from the helmet as I did. The smell of his boner was unbelievably sexy, like, to a factor of a million, and I couldn't wait to taste it. The first thing I did was lick that little V of skin. From the way he bucked and moaned, he must have been right about it bein' sensitive... and I loved the taste even more than the smell. I kissed the slippery tip and rubbed it against my lips, and then pulled back a little. It was about time I saw the rest of his boner. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his Jams and his boxers at the same time and started to tug. Jack got the message and lifted his buns off the bed so I could get his shorts off more easily. Fuck, that dick seemed to go on for ever. I reckoned he had over three inches on me, making that slippery cock monster at least nine inches. It looked even bigger, though, 'cuz he didn't have a thick mat of pubes growin' up around the base. Instead he just had a smooth, sexy crotch with that hot schlong growing up from it. Not quite believin' it, I reached out to touch him there, rubbing right at the base of his wiener. It was pretty smooth but with a little stubble, which felt kinda sexy too. It was the most amazin' sight I've ever seen, and my balls started achin' with my need to get off. I decided to have a little experiment with the razor when I got home. I tugged his shorts all the way off, leavin' him naked apart from his sneakers and socks. I took a while to just look at him, findin' the sight of him being almost naked even sexier than him naked woulda been. Not that I'm a sneaker freak or nothin'. My cock sticks right up when I lay there like that, but I guess his is too big for that. It hung over his abs, almost layin' against it but not quite, so it looked like the droolin' head was tryin' to kiss his navel. His balls were bigger than mine, too, and layin' drooped across his thighs 'cuz it was so hot. They were even smoother than his crotch, and I guessed he shaved them too. I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it, feelin' the rubbery heaviness of it. I'd almost forgot he was there, but I remembered in a hurry when he groaned and a spurt of pre dribbled down my knuckles. My heart was beatin' like a thousand times a minute, and I couldn't put it off any more. I got down low and sniffed his balls, surprised by the fact that they smelled different to his dick or his crotch. They smelled good, though, all sweaty and horny. I gave them a little lick and they jiggled in the sac, which was way kewl. His boner gave a little throb, which I took as a hint, and I started to lick all over it, my spit dribbling down and mixing with his gallons of pre. This was the best taste yet... I was in heaven.
I went down on his big fat head, my mouth stretchin' wide to take it in. Cam says I got a big mouth, but it was barely big enough to fit around that huge pole. I got the first two or three inches in and started sucking on it like a melting Popsicle, my spit and Jack's cum makin' the whole thing real slippery and wet. 'Ohhhh, dude, I'm close...' Jack moaned, his fingers kinda tanglin' in my hair and pullin' me further down on his dick. I almost choked on it, but somehow it went past my throat and I felt it right in the back, my chin right on his balls and my nose on his smooth crotch. I just got used to it and he yanked me off his boner, about a gallon of cum sprayin' from his slit and splattering all over my chest. God, it was hot to watch. He just lay there with a dopey grin, his cock covered in cum but not getting' any softer. 'Wow, you really are a natural!' I jus' grinned, still tasting him in my mouth, my lips a little numb from tryin' to fit around his width. I reached down to adjust my boner, which was, like, painfully hard, dude. 'Get those shorts off and kneel up here. It's your turn, and I think I know just what you'll like.' I didn't waste any time, dude! Before I knew it I was kneeling on the bed with my butt restin' on his slicked-up abs and my cockhead restin' on his chin. My prick was very different to Jack's, but he seemed to like it anyway as he gently licked the slimy tip. Instead of having loose skin at the tip my dick's pretty tight when it's hard, as rigid as steel and almost as shiny. I almost came too soon as Jack nuzzled along my dick and licked around my circ scar, his tongue feelin' awesome on my boner. I managed to hold off, tho', just panting hard for a moment or two. It was when he popped my cherry ass with the tip of one finger that I finally lost it, shootin' my sperms along his fuzzy cheek and on to his chest. I had never felt anything quite like that, dude. I felt kinda guilty 'cuz I'd come too soon, though, and I started trying to tell him. 'Shhh, don't worry about it... We've got all night.' I started to talk again but he leant forward and kissed me. If I'd thought about it before I would have thought kissing a guy'd be kinda gross, but it was actually totally radical. It was a bit like giving him head, but a lot more intimate than that. It was... Oh, it's hard to explain, but it was damn fine. 'I've got a box of condoms in my drawer.' he whispered in my ear, his breath kinda warm and damp on my skin. And sexy. 'That is, if you want to try some more stuff...' I just nodded happily, snugglin' up against him and holding him tight. We must have looked like quite a pair, still wearin' our sneakers and socks and all stuck together with cum. The window was open and I could hear faint classical music driftin' on the breeze. As Jack and I fell into a comfy sorta doze, I wondered to myself if maybe it was the Skater's Waltz. The music was soft and relaxin', and I wondered how it'd feel to be inside Jack and move in time with the music. Maybe it's kinda suitable for the things we do on a Saturday after all...
Richard Bellingham --
"We don't mean to be this vague, it just happens that we are;
No-one asked us to elaborate, we just shrug our shoulders and be." -The Beautiful South; "Alone"