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Little Tony Hawk	By : tony hawk's pro slut Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Payphones suck
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He lost.
Sighing in defeat, the young man let his head hang low as he heard the cheers on the newly-turned pro. Looking up, curiousity itching, the 19 year old squinted to look at the one on his mind. The kid was scrawny, blond locks curling out about ear-height, as he removed that safety helmet. He was clearly exhausted, but still up for more if that's the case. There was that strong evidence of determination in the young boy's eyes as he spoke into the microphone held and pushed into his face. He spoke, slurring over his own words in excitement and disbelief. Greg took his time to observe, a smile gracing his features. Scoffing playfully, he decided it was time to congratulate the other. Greg came out a solid second, but he was truly proud of that kid for what he's achieved. Little Tony Hawk.

Greg found himself pushing through the crowds of photographers and interviewers. The boy looked up in surprise, not that short himself, but gulped as he saw the taller figure close in on him, hoping he wasn't mad at him for the victory he claimed. Approaching Tony, the young man offered his hand, with a rather warm smile, "Congratulations, dude. You rock." Without Tony's help, Greg took his thin hand into his own, brushing his thumb against the bony fingers and shaking it firmly. Tony nodded his head simultaneously, doe eyes shining blue at the older one, he was taken aback, expecting a rude remark. "Thanks. You were really great, too" He chimed, although shyly, with a smile adorning his features. Greg found himself lost in those pale eyes, holding the boy's hand for too long, not even thinking about letting go. "Say," The elder leaned in, baggy shirt falling loose with some of the tattoos on his chest revealed. "Wanna go somewhere cool to celebrate your victory?" He asked, hopeful of the boy's answer. The 14 year old's eyes lit up at that, but then it all fell crumbling. "I would-- but uh, I gotta call my dad to pick me up.. I'm not allowed out for long when I'm not in San Diego" The boy blurted his hometown without thinking. Greg loved that. "Aw, I see. Well, could I at least escort you to the payphone?" Tony seemed happy about the offer, so they both skated to the payphone. It was now rather dark, most people left by now, Greg noted. Tony ran over to the small shop, slipping a 10 inside and pushing the right buttons til the dial started up. He waited, clutching the phone, hopeful. He tried a few times, glancing at Greg with worry. The other side seemed to die every try. "He must be working.." Tony reached forward once again. Greg put a hand atop Tony's as he was about to pick the phone up again. "You can crash at mine y'know." He fished his pockets, to pull out nothing. "I got a cell at home, we could try dialing your parents there. At least you won't be cold." His piercing eyes flicked down, at the boy's long, milky and barely covered legs. He was wearing the shortest shorts and Gregory was lucky he was wearing his baggiest jeans, with the way the boy's thighs were on display. He wanted them wrapped around his- "Okay." The boy spoke simply, seemingly innocent enough to trust older skaters.

Greg loved his answer, oh so much. Grinning, he slammed his board back down, jumping on it. "Come on, I live close by" He took off first, "Last one to get there is an old fart." Greg enthused the other playfully, who instantly took on and with a smile, skated after the older one like a good little puppy. "Bet!" Upon reaching a rather small, suburban home, they both stopped and Greg let Tony be the first, opening the door for him. Tony looked around with interest, then nodded once, addressing the house with a small "Nice home". Greg closed the door after them, not even bothering to lock it as he threw his backpack in the corner. He turned the lights on, smiling at the compliment. "Thanks dude. Make yourself at home." He saw Tony head over to the torn couch, and slam down onto the cushions. He was eyeing the furnitures, waiting for Greg. The latter stood with his back to the wall, cell in hand, checking for the phone bills to make sure it's working. "C'mere Tony, try calling your dad now." Tony jumped from the pillowy seat, strutting over to the older boy and facing the phone on the wall. He dialed the number from before, waiting with his nail drumming against the hard case. Once again, the line died and Tony frowned. He felt something warm lined up behind him, pressing against his back as he felt the hot breath of the older boy against his neck "Did he pick up?" Tony jumped a bit, cheeks flushing as he almost dropped the cell, with a nervous shake of his head. Greg sighed, placing a hand on his back and guiding him back to the couch. "It's okay. They will call. Til then, we can just sit back and relax. You like Dead Kennedys?" Tony felt himself smile at that, "Yeah, it's actually one of my favorite bands." Greg smirked, putting the tape in the player. He threw his shirt off, revealing the unique torso tattoo for the boy to gape at, plopped down on the couch next to the smaller boy, kicking his shoes off with ease and swinging an arm around the younger, unbuckling his helmet and placing it aside with a charming smile. Tony felt dizzy just looking at him, but after staring at his chest for too long, he realized that it's a truly inappropriate thing to do so he shifted his gaze, up into the older one's eyes. "Are those real?"

Greg shifted closer, hip to hip, dark eyes focused on the cute blond. "As real as you and I together. Right now." He spoke, the air around them getting tense by the moment, as Police Truck by Dead Kennedys started blasting on the recorder. Greg smirked, starting to lip sync to it. Tony did too, with a huge grin. "Want one?" Greg randomly pointed at the tattoo, Tony eyed the finger. "..I'm fourteen." Greg put a hand atop the mop of blond hair, ruffling it "Old enough." Tony scoffed, leaning back. "Yeah, sure. My mom would gut me." Greg chuckled, leaning back too, "Well", then placing a hand on top of the boy's bruised knee, eyes burning into his. "I'm nineteen. Old enough to order my buddy Chez to do it for you." Tony felt small as he shrunk in his seat, feeling the cold hand on his bandaged knee, he swallowed, knocking his bony knees together at the impact. Greg shifted his weight to the edge of the cushion, pushing his fingers forward until it touched the shorts, then slipping his hand under it as he moved to the floor, kneeling in the baggy jeans. Tony felt his heart beating faster, blood rushing to his lower regions at the newfound sensation. Greg smirked and kept eye contact while he stroked the boy's thigh, parting them and leaning in to lick up the inner side of the other one, leaving trails of kisses going down. A chill ran down Greg's spine upon hearing the teen's breath hitch, legs shaking, with a wet spot on the dark of his shorts. Greg's smirk broadened at that.

He gripped the waistband of the revealing shorts, prepared to pull it down only to hear the phone ringing. Tony got up immediately, rushing to the phone and trying to calm his panting as he picked up. "Hello?" The other line immediately caught on to his youngest son's voice, "Tony, where are you? Sorry for not reaching out earlier kiddo. I'll pick you up." His father mused, to which Tony shook his head to, still panting like he ran a marathon, "No it's- It's alright dad, You can go home straight. I ended up at a friend's." Frank eyed nothing in surprise, but he nodded. "Sounds alright, as long as you're fine. Who's that friend? And why are you panting?" Tony closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure, then answered "It's Mike. W-we were skating." Frank acknowledged the information with a hum, then spoke, a smile evident in his voice. "Well, just call me or your brother whenever you want a ride home, okay?" "Okay dad, love you. Bye" He pushed the phone into it's carved bed on the wall, his legs barely holding him up as they technically wobbled under him. He stood there, looking down at the front of his shorts, cheeks burning red.

He heard footsteps closing in on him, with a body clashing into his from behind. It was Greg. "Mm, bad boy. Lying to daddy, leaving me half-hard. The list goes on and on." Tony let a small whine slip as he pressed back onto him, eyes closing. Greg swung his arm around his body, palm to his chest, and traveled downwards until he reached the boy's hardness. "Bad boys must be punished." He smirked, fondling the warmness in front, stroking it sideways for the boy to whimper and shake in his arms. Tony threw his head back, gaping at Greg with those pale blue eyes burning into his dark, piercing ones. Greg took this as an invitation and leaned down to peck the boy's lips, once, then diving in once more to lock their lips again, eyes closed as he made out with the oblivious boy's lips hungrily. Tony tried kissing back, inexperiencedly biting the older one's lower lip, Greg groaned in pleasure, gripping the blond locks. "Fuck..." He breathed heavily, "You're so hot, Hawk." Tony pulled back too, a trail of mixed saliva connecting the two.

Stroking, Greg held Tony flush against him, hand working up and down outside the boy's shorts. He shook and his legs gave up, leaning into Greg's body and completely relying on the older at this point. Greg flashed a dirty grin, his chin on the boy's shoulder as he continued to stroke his cock. "Oh yeah.. so good for me. You want to cum, huh?" He slowed down a bit, watching the boy's face grow frantic, bucking his hips desperately for some sort of friction. "You just gotta ask nicely~" Greg whispered, to which Tony whimpered to, "Greg... Please- Please I want it..." The 19 year old pushed his hardness to the boy's covered ass, humping. "What do you want huh?" Tony gulped, regaining his thoughts clouded by lust as he moaned weakly, "I want you.. Greg- Ngh, Please!" The boy almost pleaded, trying to feel more of Greg by pressing his ass against the length, welcoming the grind. Greg groaned once again, hips dancing enough to make the boy shake, he sped up once again, hand moving erratically around the boy's cock, up and down, to which Tony's muscles spasmed, Greg yanked the shorts down, other hand slipping under his shirt only to push it up. "Can't let that go to waste now, mh" Greg continued stroking until Tony was shooting his load right onto his own, flat and toned belly, some dripping onto the man's palm. Greg kissed and sucked on the spot next to his ear as he did, strokes dying down as he felt the boy's cock throb, last drops of cum sprinkling out the slit, down his shaft. Greg let a smirk adorn his lips, pushing Tony onto the wall gently and holding him there as he knelt. "Fuck- you're so fucking sexy baby. Came all over yourself." Greg let his ice cold stare bore into the boy's as he started licking the excess cum from the boy's perfect belly, sucking on some spots, leaving a red bruise over his teen body. He kissed up, standing and pulling the boy's shorts up, going for his lips as he did. They kissed for a few moments before breaking apart. "Fuck, look what you did-" Greg looked down at his own, hardened member, sticking through the front of his baggy jeans. "How about you take a shower huh? Wouldn't want your family knowing what we did, right?" Tony nodded his head frantically, clasping onto the older boy's hand and he started stomping up the stairs with Tony's bony hand in his.
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