Bam walked down the dark street heading home from a late night skate session with the guys. His legs were killing him from all the skating, so he carried his board by his side. As Bam walked he became aware of someone watching him. Stopping in his tracks he turned around and checked out the street and sidewalk behind him. There was nothing, why the hell would there be? It was fucking 3am the world, or this part of the world was as dead as a cemetery. Turning back he started back the way home was. Bam walked no more than a block before a hand grabbed him and another holding a cloth covered his mouth. He struggled, dropping his skateboard. But he failed, passing out.
Ville had been stalking Bam for months. He had met the young skater back in June, when his father, who Ville worked with, invited him over for dinner. The moment he had saw Bam come bounding down the stairs for dinner, Ville was in love with him. The fact that he was 26 and Bam was 15, an 11 year age gap, only found its way into Ville's head once and that's when he excused himself from the table to the bathroom and jack off to the thought of him. It disgusted him minorly to think of that as well. But after he finished, cleaned himself off and returned to the table everything was great. They had a lot in common with each other and Bam seemed fascinated that Ville knew so many famous people, like Jimmy Pop, Toni Hawk and Iggy Pop. After dinner and some chatting Ville left back home. He had dinner with the Margera's many times; Bam had hung out with him a lot too. And now here he was drugging Bam unconscious and taking him back to his apartment. If pedophile and pervert were in his profile when he started, it sure was now.
Putting his hand on his head and squeezing his eyes tighter closed, Bam groaned. Sound to the side of him made him open his eyes and look. "Ville?" He whispered seeing Ville standing at his dresser doing something. Ville turned and looked at Bam. "You're awake." He smiled. "Where are we?" Bam asked. "My place." Ville replied picking up a glass of water. "I found you lying out on the sidewalk and brought you in." He lied handing Bam the water. Bam took it and drank some of it. "What happened?" Ville asked, as if he didn't fucking know. "I don't remember. I was walking home and then I woke up here." Bam said rubbing his eyes. "While I called you parents but they didn't answer." Ville told him, taking the glass and setting it on the bed side table. "Their out of town going to one of Jess's concerts." Bam told him. Ville nodded, "Well, if you want I can take you home." Ville suggested. "No." Bam answered a little too desperate. Ville frowned at him. "I mean ok." "Is everything ok?" He asked Bam. "I…I just don't like being alone." Bam whispered. Ville smiled, "You can stay until you're parents and brother gets back, if you like." Ville said resting his hand on Bam's thigh. "Thank you." Bam whispered looking at Ville's hand. Ville stared at Bam; Bam looked up at Ville and stared back at him. Ville licked his upper lip, he raised his other hand and cupped Bam's cheek with it.
Bam gulped slightly as he felt Ville's cool hand rest on his cheek. His heart pounded in his chest as Ville got closer. His lips softly kissed his, he moaned against Ville's warm sweet lips. He shifted his legs as he became hard to Ville kissing him. Ville moved his hand up Bam's thigh and lightly stroked Bam's hardy through his loose jeans. Bam whimpered nervously. "It's ok." Ville whispered against his lips. "Relax, Bam." He continued to kiss him and stroke his hair. Bam's stopped moving a little and his let Ville touch him and kiss him. Ville pulled away from Bam, Bam leaning forward not wanting Ville's lips to leave his. "Calm down." Ville smiled stroking Bam's cheek. Bam bit his lip and waited for Ville to do or say something. "Will you lay down for me?" Ville asked in the most subtle way he could. Bam knew what he was hinting at. A bit of fear and more nervousness hit him. "Have you ever? In any way?" Ville asked. Bam shook his head. Ville nodded and started to get up. "Please." Bam begged. Ville looked at Bam over his shoulder. He didn't want to freak out or hurt Bam, but he begged him for it.
Looking back away from Bam and thinking. "Get undressed, lie down and stay totally relaxed." Ville told him not looking at him. "Okay." Bam said getting up. Ville left the room to get somethings. When he came back, Bam was laying naked on his bed, the sight alone made Ville so painfully hard. He pulled his clothing off and went and sat down on the edge of the bed. He popped open the lube and put some into his hand. "Bend you leg." He told him moving between Bam's legs. Bam bend his left leg and shivered a bit. "Stay relaxed ok. If you tense you'll hurt yourself." Ville told him. "Okay." Bam mumbled forcing himself to relax. Ville waited until Bam was relaxed enough to insert his index finger. Bam hissed and tensed up. "Bam, relax. Let it go away." Ville said kissing his bent knee. Bam took a few breaths relaxed again. "It hurts." He whined softly. "I know, sweetie." Ville said softly back. Ville worked his finger in Bam before inserting another. A tear slipped down Bam's face. "I'm so sorry, Bammie. But I have to do this." Ville apologized wiping his tears away. Bam didn't say anything just closed his eyes and focused on relaxing and blocking the pain.
When Ville was finished preparing him, he moved over Bam and kissed him. "I'm sorry about that." He whispered in Bam's ear. "It's ok." Bam panted back. He gasped feeling Ville's cock brush against his entrance. "You ready?" Ville breathed to Bam. Bam wrapped his arms around Ville's neck and nodded into his neck. Ville kissed Bam's cheek before slowly plunging into Bam's deep tightness.