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Now, if you’ve been reading carefully so far you’ll know quite a lot, I guess, about some of the members of the crew.

You’ve already heard a bit about Zak, the cutie I spent the night with after the Phys. Ed. class at school that turned out to be one hell of a physical education for both of us.

And you know even more about scrappy boy Eli, the cock-teaser in the shower who wanted to slip his young cock and his tight balls into my used undershorts - but sadly not into anything else (for the time being, at least)…..

You’ll also have picked up quite a bit in passing about my own pretty gay-friendly mom, Eli’s mom from hell and even about teen jock Andy Reilly and his sweaty old jock strap.

And you’ll have learned quite a few things about me - that’s Jordan, remember? - in the process.

OK, maybe you think, after the episode with Eli, that I’m not quite the cocky sex-god that you thought I was going to turn out to be ….. And maybe you think it’s pretty weird that I get turned on by sniffing Andy Reilly’s old undershorts (though if you’d seen Andy, I swear you’d be on your knees and begging to sniff even his old socks, man)….. But at least I’m being honest with you and, if you think back to how you were when you were just 18 and horny as hell like me, then I guess you’ll believe that what I’m telling you’s the truth.

But that still leaves a coupla’ blanks in what you know about me and the crew. To be precise - Stevie-boy and Spike.

Stevie-boy of the awesome cock - as I was the first to find out - and Spike of the skinny dick and the pink spiky hair…..

Not much in common between them, you’d guess….. But you’d be wrong…..

Man, I’ve been wondering how to tell you about those two guys. But I’ve decided to tell you just like Spike told it to me because he was the lucky guy who found Stevie-boy in the first place…..

Spike’s the keenest and best skateboarder of all of us and, if he’s telling the truth, it all happened one day last summer that he was taking a new board to try out on the old road just south of town.

Now, since they’ve built the new freeway there’s no traffic on that old road. It’s a great mix of long straight stretches with sudden curves, ridges and even the odd pot hole so lots of kids go there every night and every weekend with their boards trying to impress the girls - and, in Spike’s case, the boys if he’s lucky - with their latest tricks.

The night Spike was on the old road he was just about the only guy there. The way he tells it, it was the board’s fault that he fell off. But whether it was, or whether he’d just had one too many Buds that night, he managed to fall off the board right on the sharp turn in the road down by the riverbank.

Now Spike’s not one to make a fuss about the odd bruise. It goes with the skateboarding after all. But that night he cut himself real bad on his left leg, right from his knee up almost to the top of his thigh.

With no-one around to help, he set off on foot back towards the freeway, hoping to hitch a lift home (he says he gets some of his best tricks that way). And it wasn’t too long before a bright red old California Special Mustang pulled up right alongside - though to Spike it was just any old car like you see on TV re-runs of The Lucy Show.

Anyhow, the car pulls up and it sure weren’t no guy from the ‘60s who was driving it. He looked as though he couldn’t have been any older than about 18 or so - just like Spike likes them.

“Hey, guy….. What’s the problem?” said the driver, leaning out to take a look at the damage to Spike’s leg at the same time.

“Cut my leg real bad, man” said Spike. “You headin’ for town?”

“Sure”, the guy replied. But that leg looks real bad. Maybe we oughta take a look at it right here first - try to stop the blood or something.”

And with that he reached under the driver’s seat, pulls out a first aid box, gets outa the car, comes right over to Spike and crouches down to take a look at that cut leg.

Spike swears to this day that as soon as the guy put his hand on his thigh he could tell that something was about to happen.

“Gee, man”, he says. “I know what it’s like when the doc touches you. You worry your dick’s gonna get hard but it never does - ‘cos he’s the doc, right?

“But when the guy in the red car touched me I just knew that something hot was gonna’ happen.”

To be honest, right then I felt like interrupting Spike to tell him about the time when Doc Williams stuck a finger right up my ass and it gave me the biggest boner of my life so far. But by now I was so desperate to hear his story that, just for once, I didn’t argue.

“Anyway”, Spike continued, “the guy got a tube of some sorta’ cream out of his first aid box, rubs it into his palms and begins smearing it all over the cut on my leg.

“He starts at the knee and rubs the stuff well in. As far as I can see, it’s not doin’ much at all about the bleeding - all it’s doing is smearing the blood over my skin - but I decide I don’t care. Here’s this really hot guy rubbing my leg and, hell, I’m just going to enjoy it and see what happens next.

“That’s when he started moving his hands up my thighs, gradually rubbing that cream up along the cut. Of course, before long he can't get his hands far enough up my cut-offs and that’s when he asks me to take ‘em off - ‘so as I can see how far up you’re cut’ is what he says.

“Well, he don’t have to ask me twice man.”

I had to bite my tongue again just then. I so wanted to say that in his whole life, as far as the rest of the crew knew about it, no-one’s ever had to ask Spike twice if it comes down to something where sex might come out of it. But I let him go on…..

“Like always I was wearing boxers under the cut-offs and, of course, the second my dick felt the cold night air it comes to life big time. In just a coupla’ seconds the front of my boxers looks like the big top at the state fair, with the tent pole growing by the minute and a hell of a lot going on inside.

“No way could the guy have missed that by now and, as I looked at his own crotch it seemed that there was quite a few things going on underneath his own blue jeans too.

“And I guess it was then that he moved closer over, reached up and began to peel down the waistband of the boxers.

“Slowly he uncovered my pubes and then started to reveal the base of my hot, stiff cock which, as soon as he freed it, slapped back against my belly with a ‘thwack’ they musta’ heard right over the other side of the county.”

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