'Rod' and his new bud Mark walk down the rows of identical blue
lockers, Rod occasionally smacking Mark's butt, to-wards the
large, heavy red door that lead out to the back of the school and
the sports fields. Rod didn't remember that Simon was meant to
be at the tutoring program helping middle-schoolers (he
probably wouldn't care anyway) and Mark only glanced once at
the football field, and that was only to check out all the hot
jock-hunks and muscular asses. With-out a second thought,
both Mark and Rod hopped onto their boards and pealed off
down the school's sloping driveway, rocketing down to-wards the
street.
Paul was the only jock to watch their progress. Mark had been
his good friend, and Paul wondered how long that would last
now that Mark was a skater boi. Paul really didn't want it last that
long either if Mark was going to hit on him, Paul and his father
were strictly straight and both major homo-phobics. His father
insisted on all of Paul's friends being straight even after his wife
turned, brother and son (not Paul) turned out to be bi or gay.
Paul's father wanted him to be completely straight and attempt to
keep their lives and house “anti-gay”. Paul didn't have very long
'alone' time during practice and was forced to push his former
friend out of his head for the next drill.
Rod and Mark had been riding for an hour minutes when the got
to the bridge. It was only half-a-mile away from the school, but
most of it was up hill and skate-boards weren't much use if you
had to stop constantly for lights. Rod would have continued on
for the rest of his life, if Mark hadn't of turned and rode down to
the little shrub covered path under the bridge. Rod followed
behind him, a little pissed that his bud had taken the detour
through the overgrown deer trail. The wound their way down
twisting path after twisting for about ten minutes, far away from
the bridge and every-one else, when Mark stopped, got-off his
skate-board, turned around to Rod, and unzipped his fly. Marks
semi-hard, 7 inch dick flopped out of his green boxers.
“Fuck me.” Mark said, “Fuck me hard you fucking horny bastard.”
A smile flicked across Rod's face, his cock beginning to grow in
his boxers. Mark was so damn hot with his pants sagging and
his semi -hard cock, Rod stared to leak pre, his crotch growing a
little stain.
Mark grinned at the forming bulge in his bud's loins. Lifting up
his shirt with his right hand to show his smooth abs and running
a hand down his ever-harding shaft, Mark teased Rod's cock up
more and more.
“Duude!” Rod sighed, rubbing his bulge. “I wanna take you right
here you look so fucking hot, but I can't..”
“Wuts da matter?” Mark pouted, obviously upset that his fucking
stud bud hadn't plugged him with his big fuckstick.
Rod smiled throwing of his shirt and turning away from Mark,
flecking his muscles a bit at his horny friend.
“You ain't had me yet.” He said, his face half turned turned his
bud. Dropping his pants even lower then sagging standards,
Rod lick his finger and ran it up his crack, circling around a small
dragon tattoo on his right cheek.
Mark sprayed a bit of pre down his left pant.
Rod's smile grew. “Fuck me,” he said, “ Fuck me hard you
fucking horny bastard.”
Mark was quickly behind Rod, his ragging hard-on resting at
Rod's crack. Running his hands across Rod's muscled back,
Mark lined up for the kill. He lay his head on Rod's firm shoulder
and being the more gentle of the two asked:
“Are you sure dude? Me in you will make us equals and not bitch
and bastard.”
Rod nuzzeled Mark's cheek, aching his back a little at Mark's
massage.
“I'll make you my bitch again later. Just because my ass has
swallowed your fuckstick don't make us equal. You're my fucking
bitch and your hot hunk of ass is always gonna be mine.
Goddamn title and get in my ass!” Rod growled.
“Yessir,” Mark said as he trust.
It would be an hour later when two sweaty boys would emerge
from the woods. They would stop just out-side the tree-line and
kiss, battling each-others tongue for dominance, grinding their
bulging groins tougher, griping plump asses and rubbing
muscular pecs against abs and roaming hands. The kiss would
last maybe two minutes, three at the most, before both boys
would pull out of it and fall onto the grass in each-other's strong
arms.
Mark smiled laying his face on one of Rod's pecs. He realized
then and there that Rod was his fuck buddy, his mate, his friend.
He wanted to worship that huge cock forever. He never wanted
things to change, then something hit Mark. Rod could make
other hot skater-studs for him to dominate.
“Rod?” Mark asked looking up at his bud face.
“Would you ever make more skater dudes to fuck with?”
“Hunh? No way man! Your ass is mine and that's all I need.”
“So a whole posse of skater fuckers worshiping your boner don't
turn you on?”
“Well… It does, but your ass is already mine, and man is it
juicy.” Rod stuck a finger up Mark's exposed ass.
“I got an idea then.” Mark said. “As long I you promise that I will
always be your main fuck toy, then you should be able to recruit
three more manly studs to load with your cum.”
“K' dude.” Rod said “But I need you to do a favor for me.'
“Wut man?”
“All that talk of skater boys has made me damn fuckin' horny. So
see'in as you're my bitch, you gotta suck my skater boi boner
bone dry.”
Rod yanked out his ten inch teenage cock. “Come and get your
self some of my manly skater seed.”
Mark smiled, he was still Rod's bitch, and he loved it.