In Skater's Time Chapter 26 Cumming Out
You are as good as anyone, but I knew that, but now the US Supreme Court says so. What you do in the privacy of your home is your business.
Ben Franklin, "We hold these truths to be self evident, ALL MEN are created equal."
Tom Jefferson, "Endowed by their creator with 'inalienable rights' to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."
So, you go girl. No one has special rights. All of us are individuals and equal.
The RR says we threaten their families, but divorce runs rampant, as does child abuse and neglect. Perhaps if the RR spent more time on their own house, they'd find the real threat to the family.
Even in victory, we shouldn't forget what the RR is capable of as well as what's in their black hearts. They think we've forgotten but we haven't, and if they keep trying to use AIDS against us, we only need to point to the blood on their hands and the loved ones we've buried.
STAND UP AND BE FREE. The Supreme Court says you are.
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Chapter 26 Cumming Out
"Where are you?" I asked, when Paul picked up the phone.
"In bed. Where are you?"
"In bed," I said.
"So, we're in bed together again. We're making up for lost time. I wish you were in bed here though but you wouldn't be safe here."
"Who are you with?" I questioned.
"Who am I with. I'm with me. Who are you with?"
"Where's Dart?" I asked, being more stupid than I wished I was.
"He left. You see the look on his face while you were fucking me in front of the fridge. He couldn't take his eyes off you, Z."
"I was busy at the time. What were you doing looking at his face."
"Well, I was actually looking at his dick moving in and out of an asshole but he was attached to it at the time but I did notice the look on his face while you fucked me."
"What look was that?"
"Dart is jealous," Paul sung in a happy voice. "He likes you, Z. I think he was thinking he wished he was so lucky to have you drilling him."
"Get real. Dart's not interested in anything but getting off. He would never let a guy get off on his hole."
"I don't know. He had a lot of questions once you finished up."
"When did you have time to talk to him?"
"Before he left. He came in my room to ask me about my operation. What he really wanted to know was how solid we were. He said he knew you were hooking up with someone, because you weren't hooking up with him any longer. He suspected it was me but his ego resisted that idea."
"What did you tell him?" I asked, never having had anyone interested in me before, not that I had been aware of.
"Tell him what?"
"When he asked you how solid we were?" I yelled into his ear.
"Oh, I told him we hadn't picked out dish and silverware designs yet but we were thinking about it."
"Are we?" I asked, being embarrassed by my own jealousy.
"Are we?" He asked.
"I asked you first," I said, grinning because he was so easy.
"I are but I have been since that first day I saw you. I don't know about you. Why are you mad at me? He's interested in hooking up with you not me. Dart has never been interested in me."
"Yeah, well, the last time I saw, Dart was interested in hooking up with anyone who has an available hole."
"No. He's got a thing for you though."
"He does not," I reassured him.
"Yeah, Dart's like a lot of guys, they immediately want what they can't have. You said no and that got his attention."
"How are you feeling?" I said, not wanting to think about Dart.
"My butt hole is sore. It hasn't been used much since I got jumped and you sure made up for lost time today. You're hell when you get going. Wait until I can fuck you again."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I was so turned on. I'm not use to doing it in front of an audience. I was pretty turned on. Of course I'm always turned on when I'm around you."
"Maybe it was who the audience was," Paul mused. "You like letting Dart see you make out?"
"What's that mean," I objected. "I'm not interested in Dart. I'm with you."
"Not like you don't have a thing for him and that perfect dick of his. You know it's built for fucking. Of course Donny'll fuck anyone with a hard on. Boy can't leave Kenny alone. He's over here every day."
"How does Kenny feel about it?"
"Kenny's seventeen. How do you think he feels about it?"
"Yeah, well, he'll be eighteen soon and Donny'll be off limits."
"Yeah, right! You think Donny'll give a damn about the law. The boy wants it all the time, I tell you. He's worse than I ever was."
"Legally Kenny can get in a whole lot of shit," I said. "I had a cop tell me that when I was seventeen and seeing Gordo, or Gordo was seeing me. I'm not sure who was seeing who but I was told I could go to jail for whatever we were doing."
"Gordo and Donny could be brothers. They're both hopelessly horny. I've always been horny a lot but nothing like those two. What do you suppose makes them want sex so much at that age?"
"We don't?" I asked, sure I was every bit as horny as Donny but just not as willing to risk rejection from all the guys I liked looking at.
"We do take breaks. How long did we go without this last time?"
"Too long," I said.
"Yeah, tell me about it. You coming over tomorrow?"
"I think so. No one is questioning me about my whereabouts. Dad's being pretty cool about it but Mom is still giving me the silent treatment."
"She was fine around me," Paul said happily. "Glad she's only pissed at you."
"You don't live here and she didn't raise you. I don't think she's given any thought to what we do together."
"I could be talked into it if she promised to cook for me. Your mother is a princess when it comes to food. You're lucky, Z. She wouldn't have to talk to me as long as she fed me."
"Yeah, good reason to keep you away from here. I don't want you getting fat. Just your fat dick. That's all."
"You won't still need me, you won't still feed me and love me when I'm sixty-four?"
"Sixty-four? What's that about. Nobody is sixty-four."
"One of those old songs. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four, is the line I can remember best. Catchy tune by some sixties guys. Beatles, I think. You ever listen to them."
"My mother has eleven of their albums, Paul. She went to a place called Shea, I don't think it exists any more, and saw them perform live when she was little. My age I think. Yeah, I know who they are. The White Album and Rubber Soul are way interesting to listen to. If you want to hear their best stuff, I mean. Their earlier stuff is like for little girls and like that."
"They got albums out? I mean they're like a hundred years old."
"My mothers got all their CD's when I was little. She played them for weeks after that. It was okay at first but I couldn't hear my music for her music. They were very loud."
"Oh! I didn't know they'd have CD's from way back then. Maybe I'll buy one."
"Do you know what you're doing Paul?"
"I'll ask a clerk. They'll know about them, don't you think?"
"I mean with this court deal?"
Paul remained silent but I could hear him breath. One of the records we'd danced to was playing in the background. I listened to him breath as the music filtered into my ear.
"I suppose," he said, after I didn't say anything else.
"Why don't you drop this. I don't want to visit you in jail."
"I can't drop it," he said right away.
"Paul, what are you trying to do. You can get out of this."
"Get out of it? I can't get out of it, Z. I like boys. I'm in it up to my eyeballs."
"Sometimes you make no sense at all. I'm scared, Paul. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be without you for a minute."
"You tell your mother that," he said.
"Paul, will you get serious."
"I am serious, Z. I'm scared. I don't like being scared but what I know is that if I lay down now for those guys that bashed me, I'll never get up. I'll be running scared for the rest of my life and I won't do that. I was scared when I was younger. I built myself up so I'd never be scared again. Well, I'm still scared, but the difference is, I can deal with it. I can deal with jail. I want them to suffer enough so they don't pull this shit with anyone else."
"What about me?" I asked.
"You won't stand with me?"
"I don't want you hurt any more. You can get two of them. Take the deal. Let the other guy go. He'll get his. He's a punk with nothing to back himself up but his mouth."
"...And those boots."
"You were wrong jumping his brother."
"I know that. I was wrong and maybe I need to pay for it. I knew my temper'd get me in trouble one day. Funny, since I met you, I haven't been nearly as angry."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"I think maybe love cancels out all the bad shit. You don't have time for it. You're too busy being dizzy with love, you know."
"Drop it if you love me. Take the deal, Paul."
"I can't," he said so softly I almost didn't hear the words as the music drifted in the air near him.
We'd pretty much said everything there was to say without getting into an argument over it and I didn't want to argue with him. I loved him and I wanted to accept him as he was and support his decisions but I couldn't support this one no matter how much I wanted to. I didn't want to lose Paul.
"What did Kenny say when he came home?"
"Say?"
"About Dart being there?"
"Oh, he didn't say much. He was with Craig. They went out after Kenny got out of school. They all took a soak."
"You aren't tempted?" I asked.
"No, I had my group period already. Besides, I've got you. The other is just getting off. I'd rather save it for you."
"I want you to screw me again," I said. "That was awesome."
"I wish I could. It's a bit of a strain. Maybe next week."
"Where do Kenny and Craig go?"
"Up to school. He lives at the frat house. Kenny likes the guys he lives with. They're mostly straight but always horny."
"That's where you use to...."
"Yeah, that's where I use to. I went up for the parties most of the time. A few times I went up after school if I knew someone was expecting me."
"Kenny does that?" I inquired. "Craig takes him up there to...?"
"Got me. Not that many guys up there this time of year. Most classes have ended for us. They probably just screw around. Him and Craig."
"I don't understand it. I mean I really liked Dart and Gordo and I suppose doing it with both of them at the same time might be cool, but one guy after another? Guys you don't know? What's it like?"
"Z, you know exactly what it's like. I get out of it what you get out of it is all. It's sex. It's cumming. It's guys wanting you."
"What was it like for you?" I asked, wondering if I would ever do that.
"It's pretty neat. Older guys with hard bodies and dicks wanting you. College dudes and I was in high school. They had girlfriends and all. My dick got so hard I couldn't think straight, when I realized they were watching, waiting to get with me. Most of 'em didn't do anything with my dick at all. They wanted blowing or to fuck me. That first time it was unreal. I was a pretty lonely guy back then. Guys I'd seen dancing with their girls an hour before were up between my legs, fucking away or unzipping their pants and hauling out their stiff dicks to get my mouth on it. I never dreamed of anything that wild."
"You really liked it?"
"Then I did. For a few times it was the best thing I'd ever known. I was the center of attention. I was working real hard on getting my body nice and my dick just kept growing. I knew it was pretty big by then. I really hadn't had anyone pay much attention to me and then seven, eight, nine guys, were wanting to get with me. Yeah, I liked that. Back then it was pretty awesome in fact. Made me feel pretty good about myself. It wore off and it was only sex after a few times. I still enjoyed it but I didn't get so worked up about it. Some guys I wouldn't do it with after the first few times of doing them all. I didn't care who they were at first if they wanted me. Having them want me was the thing but then it was about sex."
"I don't know if I could do that. I mean it sounds like I would but I kind of like being alone with you. I don't think about anyone else as long as I got you. I don't want to lose you."
"Yeah, me too. I don't need people to accept me any more. After them guys all wanted me, I never worried about people liking me. I knew they would and I wasn't going to go out of my way for it. Being with you is totally different. I've never really felt this way before. This is better than that was."
"You're just saying that," I said.
"No, I'm not. That was a total turn on. Dicks, assholes, and guys wanting me until they shot a load or two. Then there was nothing once they stopped cumming. No one held me or said they actually liked me. Very few kisses and little reciprocal activity. I mean I would cum while some of them were cumming butthey didn't care if I did or not. I was good sex that they enjoyed while they were having it but it didn't go beyond their orgasm. With you the orgasm is only something in the middle of it all. We get to it and do it from time to time but the best part is after, before, in-between when we're together and wanting to be together. Touching you. Having you touch me. That's all I want now. I want you, Z. I want to live together and play house and come home every night with you there, waiting for me, warming my bed for me. That's as good as it gets."
"I can do that. It's how I feel too. Dart can't offer me that. He's too busy making the rounds. It's not the same with you. You offer more. Something complete. What I thought it would be like if I ever found someone."
My phone chats with Paul were only enough to get me more worked up than usual. Even though I was beyond horny for him, I refused to jerk off and saved it, hoping it didn't bust my britches while I thought of getting at Paul. I really hadn't felt like jerking off all that much since he was hurt, even when we couldn't do it.
He was sitting on the couch in the living room when I got to his house. The Jacuzzi was bubbling on the back porch but no one was there. I didn't ask if anyone was in the house. I really didn't care by the time I finally go to his house. All I wanted to do was touch him, kiss him, and....
"You look focused," he said as I came toward him with love in mind.
"Yeah, focused on your ass."
"It's still soar from what you did to it yesterday," he complained, looking up out of his book.
"Tough fucking break, big boy. Get use to it," I said, throwing myself down beside him and pressing my lips on his as the book rolled into the floor and he wrapped his arms around me and fed me his tongue in one full thrust.
I grabbed the front of his pants and had no trouble finding what I wanted. Squeezing and twisting it, he became more passionate with his kisses. He held me tightly and had no objection to the rough way I handled him. Doing that to him, feeling his excitement, ignited me.
I unzipped his pants and grabbed the hot erect flesh, moving the skin up over the head and back into it's normal place considering the hardness of the cock in hand. He hummed in my mouth as I yanked on it and the kissing became frantic as I exposed him, taking time to look at the thick glossy head, squeezing and pumping on it, pushing the skin up, and pulling it back. Feeling him squirm under my attentive fingers as we kissed on.
I couldn't wait any longer and so I broke off the kiss to kiss it, letting my lips speak to him as my tongue licked off the liquid he happily provided me. His smell was glorious and he was so hard it made my own dick jump even though no one had so much as brushed against it. Of course, I'd been hotter than a ten dollar pistol most of the day, sitting in class, planning this and squirming in my seat, thinking about Paul's dick and my lips which went so perfectly together, even though it was a stretch at first to adjust to what I had to do to it.
Just licking and sucking at the tip of the head drove his hips up toward my mouth and his hand onto the back of my head. There was a gurgling in his throat as the joy of oral ecstasy, disguised in the loving lips I worshipped him with, being incited by his moaning and the futile attempts to feed me more than I was ready to consume, had us both going, big time. This was worth the wait but I'd yet begun to fight.
I stood, yanking off my shoes and socks and then my pants and underwear. My pecker poked out at him but when he reached, I deflected the attention, knowing I was already dangerously close, driven wild by simply being with him, and wanting him more than I had ever wanted anything.
I yanked off his pants, kneeling between his legs, licking his balls, and back behind them. He lifted one leg for me, and I let my tongue do the talking, licking everywhere in lavish loving slithering motions of lust and wonder.
He rolled over onto his side, revealing his pale hot spot, bending one knee so I had as much access as I liked, and I liked a lot, loving it and him more completely than I had ever loved before. I started to rub myself against it with only entry and fucking him in my mind.
"Go ahead. Fuck me. I want you inside me," he said, having forgot his tender butt hole, but I already knew that wasn't going to happen. I'd have unloaded before I ever achieved entry and this required plan B, and so I licked and let myself alone, praying I'd hold off, even though I was hanging on the edge of self-control.
His moans filled up the living room as I reached around while I licked his hole, stroking the dripping pole that was so swollen my hand couldn't close around it, and so I spread the joy juice all over the tip. He was almost up on his knees, giving me all I wanted and more, and then I made him turn around and sit down as he stared in alarm.
"What? Go ahead. It's okay. It isn't soar any more. I want you in me, Z. Please. Lick me. Don't stop now. What's wrong with you? I'm ready. Go ahead."
All the time he spoke his dick pulsed and jerked as it thrust out of his blond pubes, dripping so much the head shinned invitingly, which immediately had me wanting to eat it, but thee was something else I wanted more than a happy meal.
I didn't figure I'd last much longer than if I tried to fuck him, but figuring wasn't what I was really doing well just then. As I stood in front of him he pulled me forward and tried to get his mouth on me, but I was too quick, and ended up sitting down so that my ass was directly on top of his twitching cock.
"I'm not covered," Paul moaned, holding me firmly against his dick as his head rolled back on the couch. "We shouldn't do this." And he humped my ass, holding my thighs so I couldn't get away if I wanted.
My mouth had a better idea and I planted my tongue between his lips, making him groan deep down inside his chest as he humped up at the target of the day.
"How many blood tests have you had the past month," I asked, getting my mouth up and looking him in the eye, into his brain as he looked helplessly back at me.
"Yeah, but you haven't," he said softly, like there was a question about what we were going to do.
"You're the only one that's been there," I said.
"Dart?" He said, as I held his wet tip against my hot hole and wiggled his steel into the sphincter as the white hot pain got mixed up with the heat of my lust and the swollen dick that seemed way bigger than usual, but my dick wasn't the issue, and conquering this mountain of meat was.
"Oh, God, Z, I love you. Oh that's so hot. Be careful," he warned without conviction in his voice.
I kissed him quiet, wincing but wiggling none the less, until the head finally got on the good side of my hole. I came up on my knees as the pain shot down both thighs and made my cock so swollen I wondered if it would burst. The skin on my dick had turned darker than usual and it was pulled so tight it didn't look like there was enough to keep my passion contained, and then I started to slid down on him.
"Fuck!" Paul yelled as I made gone with the first half of him.
Just as his mouth was open wide, a sudden jet of sperm launched into the air in front of me, followed by a second before the first had even landed on his surprised face. Some one was moaning and groaning as two more streams flew forth in amazing grace, landing on his shirt and neck as I ended up sitting all the way down as I finished going off.
"No," Paul objected. "It was so hot. I don't believe you did that. I haven't even got started."
I leaned my face on his shoulder and smelled him and me, mingling as my asshole twitched in some kind of lusty dance, but I was too spent to worry.
"Oh, shit!" Paul lamented and I felt him tighten and I felt the hot liquid spurt forth from his dick and into my insides as he lifted himself up while pulling me all the way down on him. "Oh shit!"
I felt his balls and wrapped my fingers around his shaft so I could feel him pumping out the cum. It was hot and pulsed and jerked with each discharge and I felt it all.
He held me and fucked me until he was dry and then he eased himself back down on the couch. Our lips went back together and his tongue filled my mouth. We held each other while we kissed and he stayed in place and I loved having him as part of me. I loved touching him and I loved kissing him. Even in his living room but I didn't care.
"I'd love to get me a piece of that," a gruff voice from behind us said.
"Doesn't seem to be available. I've tried," Kenny said, as I leaned my head on Paul's chest in such a way that I saw Dart and Kenny standing behind us.
"Yeah, who'd have guessed he'd go for your brother. We're both way better looking than he is," Dart advised. "We both got bigger cocks. Can't be size."
"Come on, let's leave the lovebirds alone," Kenny said. "Bought some soda when you two get yourselves separated. That hole is never going to be the same, Z."
"Fuck," I said.
"Don't mind them. They're harmless," Paul said softly to just me.
"Yeah, well, I didn't want to advertise about what I like."
"Shut up! You're the one that wanted to fuck in the living room," he said, pulling my mouth onto his and I suddenly forgot why I was distressed.
He was neither hard nor soft but he was in me and I loved it and him and I wasn't sure we were done and I certainly didn't want to gamble on that, so we just made out.
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