Taylor

Just how the hell did I get into this thing?

And, more to the point, how in the hell do I get out of it?

Or do I really want to anyway?

It all started when I was looking at the new stock of boards in Sonny's Skateboard Heaven - you know, the place up on Miller Street.

Now every so often Sonny gets some pretty cool decks in stock.

Ones you just don't see anywhere else in town.

Well, I guess maybe I have seen that sorta stuff in mail order ads in magazines - but I couldn't even pay the postage on 'em, let alone pay for the board.

Sonny's place was where I got my old Powell board - the Moses Itkonen Tribal Mask deck, if you really want to know.

Boy, that board was s-o-o-o cool.

That was until I got mugged by some punks in the park last month and they took it off me.

So after that all I could do was look in the window of Sonny's store.

Until a couple of days ago when the boss himself called me in.

"I'd offer you a job in the store, Taylor", he said.

"But I got all the staff I need right now."

I didn't argue.

Sonny's not the sort of guy you argue with.

He's big enough to fill his Skateboard Heaven just on his own.

But, as I was going outa the door he called me back.

"If you really do want a new board, though, Taylor, come round and see me at the apartment tonight.

"I might be able to offer you some special work then."

Sonny didn't have to explain what he meant.

Ever since I was a small kid, all us boys knew that our folks didn't like us getting mixed up with the guy.

People said he'd had to leave his own hometown years before when he's played about with some kid there.

I don't know if that's true.

But he sure as hell had a reputation in our town for giving jobs in his store only to the cutest looking young guys.

But how I wanted a new deck - like nothing else so much in the whole world.

And that night, once it so dark that I wouldn't be recognised, I called to see Sonny at his apartment over the store.

I guess one thing about being a notorious character in a small community is that you don't have to bother pretending.

And Sonny didn't even try.

Within ten minutes he'd made it plain exactly what sort of special work he had in mind for me.

And within another five I'd made it equally plain to him exactly what I expected from him in return.

He just gets off on telling me exactly what he wants me to do.

Apart from that, he might as well not be in the room.

But, of course, he is.

And he's watching.

Like a hawk.

He wants me to take off my shirt - and pull the top of my underwear out of my jeans.

But, of course, I'm kidding myself if I think that'll be enough.

He wants me to push my pants right down so that he can take a real good look at my dick…

And he gets me to stretch back on his couch with my legs apart and play with my dick while he's crouching right in there.

Still, he's not actually touchin'…..

The next bit's real weird.

Like, I know gay guys get off on butts - and I know they like shovin' their dicks up boys' butts too - but it still feels real strange, like, when I have to pull the cheeks of my ass real wide apart so he can take a real deep look inside…

It seemed like he kept me in that position for a real long time.

I could hear him breathin' real hard after a few minutes.

Maybe he was jerkin' hisself off.

But, even if he was, I don't give a damn.

I just want that deck.

After Sonny'd finished whatever it was he was doin', he told me to turn round and, like, jerk myself off real slow for him.

That's somethin' I know I'm real good at anyway.

So I was happy to oblige.

Afterwards I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

Sonny says I can go into the store and choose a new board tomorrow.

But he's also told me there's a new delivery of real cool decks coming in next month.

And he's gonna be putting one of the best ones aside specially for me.

A new deck.

One of his best models.

And, for that, I'd be willing to be one of Sonny's best models too.

So here I am, then.

Sitting on Sonny's couch and waiting for him to do whatever it is he wants.