Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

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"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

“Wholesome. What about you? You work? Or just skateboard and hang out with girls?” “I… I work part-time at the skate shop,” Maverick said, his tone defensive. “I save most of what I earn. And I’m not just hanging out with girls. Scarlett’s my friend. We skate together.” Jake raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but now tinged with a hint of curiosity. “Skate shop, huh? You any good?” Maverick shrugged, but there was a flicker of confidence in his eyes. “I’m alright. Won a couple local competitions last year.”

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

Everyone thinks I’m MCcall College’s golden captain and the most handsome dude who looks like he has walked through runway shows times without numbers with his athletic build, handsome face like that of a Greek god and quiet personality. Jesus Christ… if only they knew just one cent of who I truely was, they would fucking run with their legs touching the back of their heads at the sight of me anywhere. I wasn’t the golden boy they tagged me as. I was a lot different with demons of my own. Demons who want just one girl and that same girl was the one I was trying to avoid. Kiada fucking Reyes. “Pass me the puck!” Micheal yelled, skating towards me with his hockey stick hitting the ice surface.

She ached to be filled by one of them. Jay eagerly did as Mikey directed, and Mikey helped him line up with Heather. All three groaned aloud as Jay found his seat finally. “Oh, this is nice. This is really nice.” As Jay moved within Heather. Mikey teased Heather’s other hole before slipping his fingers in there as a delightful surprise for both of his mates. Mikey had the best seat in the house. He buried his fingers in one mate and sucked the balls of the other. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he felt the perfection of their entire relationship.

I whispered, staring down at Mikey who was sleeping peacefully in my lap. We had played all through my stay, pausing for a few minutes at Bryan's insistence to have lunch. Since I couldn't have breakfast thanks to what happened with Luna Stone, I was grateful for the meal. Then Mikey and I went back to playing again. He had shown me his room, the one Bryan set aside for him, all the toys he had, the books Bryan had gotten him and even his knives. I had rebuked Bryan for giving him such sharp objects not understanding why a boy of such age would need it but he told me it was for Mikey's protection.

He jokes, and there is laughter throughout the crowd as I hear Mindy giggle. “Mikey was the type of friend who was always there for you. If you had a flat tire in the middle of the night, you could call him to pick you up,” A laugh comes from everyone, and I glance back to see one of Mike’s old High school friends raise his hand as he chuckles at the laughter that ensues at his expense.

“Hence, I crafted something special for you. Wear this until the game ends.” When Mike pulled a leafy thing from behind his back, everyone burst into laughter, including me. Enrique held it in his hand, and his nose scrunched. “Is this a joke? How do I even wear it?” He unfolded the delicate looking skirt made of only leaves. “Can we switch it for a kerchief instead?’ “Nope. You know the rules.” Mike shrugged. “And, no briefs, buddy.” I felt Orlando stiffen beside me, and I threw him an I-told-you-so look.

He darted over to a more abandoned area of the park and decided to find a way to go around and block off Mikey's route. Everything was going fine until Mikey headed toward a lake. Mikey raced straight towards the water; Keven was fast on his heels. At the last second, Mikey turned, but Keven, who had been going faster plunged headfirst into the lake. After only a second, Keven popped up out of the water and climbed out onto the grass, soaked but not harmed. Alec continued to track the child but lost sight of Mikey when he heard Keven let out a terrified shout. "Oh my God!"