The Bicycle Tour
Enjoy,
C.L.

                                 CHAPTER 1

     The first day of the three day bicycle tour was complete.  The end
had
not come soon enough for my eleven year old riding companion, Adam.  He
and I
were making the long trip together.  Originally, I had been reluctant to
take
someone so young on such a long ride, especially since he was small even
for
eleven.  My energetic young friend had assured me that he could meet the
challenge.  In the past few weeks, we had ridden a lot practicing for this
tour, and his dedication had reduced my concern about his ability.  Even
so,
the day's 100 mile ride was a little much for the boy.
     The excitement in anticipation for the ride had made Adam eager to be
one of the first riders to start out in the morning.  During our drive to
the
start of the tour, he had bubbled continually with questions and plans of
how
he intended to ride.  I had bearly stopped the car in the parking space
when
he jumped out and began unfastening his bicycle from the carrier.
     "Come on, we don't want to be late," he urged me, when I joined him
at
the back of the car.
     "Don't worry, Adam.  We have forty five minutes before we can start
the
ride anyway," I reassured him, as I lowered his silver bicycle to the
pavement.
     The boy took his bike from me, quickly hopped on, and began to ride
around the parking lot.
     "Watch out for the cars," I called, with a standard adult warning. 
My
caution was more of a natural reaction than a necessity; Adam was an
excellent
and experienced rider.  During our time of riding together we had been in
some
very congested and dangerous traffic situations and the youngster had
learned
to show very good judgement.
     For a moment I watched the boy ride.  His down-sized eighteen speed
mountain bike was dwarfed by the full sized bicycles around him, but his
legs
wouldn't even come close to reaching the pedals on one of those.
     I unloaded my bicycle, packed the last necessities into the saddle
pack,
and joined Adam to ride to the registration booth.  There were several
other
riders already in line when we arrived.  After five minutes of waiting we
made
it to the registration table.  We told the person at the table our names
and
he looked for our information packets in a large box filled with brown
envelopes. The man sitting next to him at the table overheard our names
and
looked up.
     "So this is Adam Miller. The youngest rider in our tour," he said.
"It's great to have you riding with us, Adam.  Are you sure you are ready
for
this?"
     Adam beamed to think he was recognized by a total stranger.  "Yeah, I
am
definitely ready!" he said confidently.
     "Way to go, Adam," said a man standing in line behind us.
     "Go get 'em, Adam," said another.
     Adam turned on his cute dimpled smile, but lowered his eyes, showing
a
little embarrassment.  He hadn't expected to be a celebrity from the
start.
     We each collected our registration information, tour biking jersey
and
water bottle, then headed back to the car to deposit the extra pieces. 
Adam
pulled off his shirt and exchanged it for the newly received jersey. 
Since
the smallest shirt that had been offered was a man's small size, the
jersey
had plenty of extra room after it covered the slender boy's frame.  After
watching the boy change his shirt, I retrieved the map for the day's tour
from
the packet.  We then mounted our bikes again to head for the starting
point.
     There were several others in the area of the start, but much to
Adam's
delight we found a spot near the starting line.  There was still about a
fifteen minute wait when we arrived.  Even though this was not a race, the
promoters added excitement by making everyone wait until a certain time to
begin.  More and more riders gathered around us as the starting time
neared.
     Finally, it was time.  One of the tour officials fired a starting gun
and the riders were off.  Adam took off with the best of them, but some of
the
older, stronger riders quickly passed him.  This didn't seem to dampen the
boy's spirits, however, as he continued to pedal with all he had to give.
     The ride covered some quite steep mountain terrain.  A lot of gear
shifting was required to make our bodies work most efficiently as the road
rose and then declined again.  Unfortunately, the down hill portion never
seemed to be as long as the climb up had been.
    Adam's enthusiasm made the first couple of hours go by quickly.  By
early
afternoon, however, the thrill had dwindled as each hill brought more
fatigue
to the young boy's body.  Our stops at the refreshment stations became
longer
as we tried to recuperate before our next encounter with the hills.
     We finally crossed the day's finish line as the clock neared three
o'clock.  Adam was more exhausted than I had ever seen him, but his
spirits
still seemed high.  I knew that was important since we still had two more
days
to ride.  We returned to the registration area, as required, and checked
back
in with the race officials so that they knew that everyone made it back
safely.  We then loaded our bikes onto the car and drove to the motel
where I
had made reservations.
     Adam had trouble keeping his tired body going until the spaghetti
dinner
at 5:00 p.m., but he was almost as hungry as he was tired.  It took two
helpings of spaghetti and bread to satisfy the boy's hunger.  I wondered
how
all the food my young friend was stuffing in his mouth could find a place
in
his slender body.
     After dinner, Adam and I headed for the room we were sharing in the
motel.  We walked through the lobby where several other bicyclists were
lounging in small groups on couches or the floor, discussing their
experiences.  Normally Adam would have wanted to stop and listen, but
tonight
he too tired to be interested.
     Our room had two double beds, a small dressing area and a bathroom.
When
we entered, Adam headed straight for the bathroom.  When he came out, I
said,
"I need to go to the bathroom, too.  I'll be out in just a few minutes and
then you can take your shower first."
     "Okay," the boy agreed.
     I was only in the bathroom a short time, but when I came out Adam was
laying on his bed fast asleep.  The boy had taken his shirt off, but he
still
wore his shoes, socks and biking shorts.  Exhausted, he had collapsed
laying
at a slight angle on the bed with his lower legs and feet hanging off the
edge.
     At first, I was tempted to wake him so that he could take his shower,
but I decided sleep was probably more important now.  I walked to the
boy's
side, lifted the his legs onto the bed, straightening him so that he was
laying lengthwise.  Adam was so sound asleep that he made no reaction to
the
movement.  I sat down on the end of the bed to remove the boy's shoes and
socks.  I untied each tennis shoe then pulled it from his foot, trying to
be
gentle so as not to wake him.  Next, I pulled off his socks, but not even
their removal from his sensitive feet changed the heavy rhythmic breathing
of
sound sleep.
     After I put the shoes and socks on the floor, I looked back at the
sleeping boy.  The youngster now wore only his Spandex biking shorts.  I
looked at how tightly they conformed to his sleek body.  The front of the
shorts was completely flat against his stomach and abdomen except for the
little mound that poked up prominently between his legs.  I knew from my
own
experience that the shorts were kind of tight to wear for long periods and
wondered if I should try to take them off to make him more comfortable.
     Comfort was not the only reason I thought about removing the boy's
shorts.  Even though Adam and I had been friends for some time, I had
never
seen the boy in his underwear or less.  Admittedly, I have a desire for
young
boy's that extend beyond casual friendship, although I had always tried to
suppressed it with Adam.  Sure, I would rub his back or legs, but I didn't
try
to fulfill my desires any further.  Still I had hoped that maybe this trip
would be an opportunity to see more of the boy, literally.  What I
wouldn't
give to see his smooth hairless abdomen and immature penis!  It occurred
to me
that this might be my chance to see my young friend's body without making
a
big issue out of it.
     For a while I sat and looked at the boy.  He looked so innocent
sleeping
quietly.  Adam has dark brown hair that accent the features of his
handsome
face. A few light freckles cover the area around his tiny nose, but now
his
sleep hid his stunning blue eyes and dimpled smile.  I felt very lucky to
have
a chance to be with such a beautiful young boy.  My eyes continued on down
to
admired the youngster's bare upper body.  Adam was so thin that ripples
formed
on his sides where his ribs were visible under his skin.  On his chest,
the
child's nipples pointed their tiny tips up from the small, light brown
circles
that surrounded them.  His stomach, was slender and flat, even with all he
had
eaten for dinner.  The little round indentation of his navel was just
above
the waistband of his shorts.
     The boy's legs were covered about mid thigh by his shorts, but the
bare
legs that extended below the shorts were smooth and firm.  Unlike the bony
"chicken" legs of many boys that were as slender as Adam, his were full
and
muscular from riding his bicycle.  It was late enough in the summer that
his
legs had a golden tan.  I had always been excited by seeing Adam's legs. 
I
liked it better, however, when he wore loose fitting shorts that allowed a
more complete view of his upper legs and, occasionally, a glimpse of his
underpants.
     No matter where I looked on the young body in front of me, my eyes
always moved back to that little mound in the front of the boy's shorts. 
I
could feel my own dick getting hard in my pants as I looked at the
partially
clad boy and fantasized at the possibility of seeing the rest of his body.
     Finally, I made up my mind.  I would take off at least the boy's
biking
shorts.  If Adam woke up while I was removing them, I would tell him that
I
just wanted to make him more comfortable.  Besides he would still have his
underpants covering him.  If I were truthful with myself, that would
probably
only a temporary situation also. I would have had to admit that if
removing
his shorts didn't wake him, I wouldn't be able to stop until I had taken
off
whatever underpants I found under them, too.
     I got up and moved up on the bed so that I was sitting just below
Adam's
waist.  I figured this would give me a comfortable position while I
removed
the boy's shorts.
     Reaching to place one hand on each side of the child's body, I slowly
slid my fingers into the elastic waistband of the shorts.  I pulled the
material outward and began to move it down his lower torso.  The pressure
from
the tight elastic at the waist left a reddish band across the boy's
stomach.
The stripe allowed me to easily see where I had started.  The close
fitting
material of the shorts and the boy's sleeping weight made it relatively
difficult to pull them down.  I had to work my hands to the back of the
pants
to encourage them past the boy's hips.  Persistently, I inched the top of
the
shorts down revealing more and more of child's smooth, white abdomen.
     After forcing the shorts down an inch or two below the boy's navel, I
realized that I had not found the his underpants.  I moved my hands to the
front of the shorts.  Folding the cloth downward, I attempted to locate
the
top of Adam's underwear.  I had to pull the front of the shorts down quite
a
way to find the elastic waistband of the boy's briefs.  It became obvious
that, due to the tightness of the biking shorts, the underpants had been
moving downward with the outer shorts.  At first I considered pulling the
briefs back up on the boy's body.  Then my real desires resurfaced.  Could
I
help it if the child's underpants came off when I removed his shorts?  "Of
course not!" I laughed to himself.
     I moved my hands back to a position where I could continue to remove
the
shorts.  Little by little I maneuvered the pants down the boy's body
trying to
be cautious not to wake him.  Caution was difficult, however, as my own
excitement grew with each new inch of bare skin.  I could feel my hands
starting to shake in anticipation.
     At last, I reached the object that had been the constant focus of my
attention.  The top of the shorts were at that bulge between the child's
legs.

Positioning my hands at the front of the pants, I pulled the material up
and
over the little mound.
     There in front of my eyes were the youngster's sexual organs.  As if
relieved to be freed from the confinement of the tight bicycling shorts,
Adam's little penis poked up from his body.  For several seconds I held
the
pants and looked at the child.  At eleven years old, Adam' genitals did
not
have any obvious sign of change to indicate the onset of puberty.  His
abdomen
was smooth and free of hair and his penis was still small.  A wrinkled
skin
collar that framed the tiny purplish tip was all that remained of the
foreskin

that once covered the now circumcised organ.  The grooved, petite head
formed
a distinctively cap for the short shaft that provided support.  I pulled
down
the pants a bit more so that I could see the sack that held his testes.
Having been confined by the tight pants, the flaccid skin pouch was
pressed
tightly against his body, except for where it outlined two miniature
balls.
My hands were shaking and it was difficult to catch my breath as I looked
more
closely than I ever had at a young boy.
     Even though I was excited about looking at the boy, my job with the
shorts wasn't over yet.  Moving my attention back to them, I carefully
continued to move both his shorts and underpants down his body.  Finally,
they
were came free of his bottom, releasing them from the weight of his body
and
making them much easier to move down his legs.  I stood up from the bed
and
pulled the pants on down and off his feet.  As I lay them on the bed I
looked
back at the boy, now completely naked.  The whiteness of his abdomen was
contrasted by the darkened tan skin of his chest and legs.
     I couldn't keep my eyes off his little penis, but still I needed more
than that.  I knelt down on the floor beside the bed. Next, I reached up
and
put my right hand between the boy's legs.  Very gently, I began to fondle
his
little penis.  The tiny, purple tip wiggled softly between my fingers as I
gently squeezed the pudgy shaft.  I reached up my fore-finger and caressed
the
tip, feeling the shallow grove and then pressing gently to open the tiny
slit
at the tip.
     After a minute or so, I released the shaft and moved my hand to its
base.  There I engulfed the silken pouch in my fingers to find the little
jewels it held.  Gently, I explored the boy's tiny nuggets of gold in my
hand.
The smooth, oval balls moved softly against my fingers. Driven by some
unknown
force I continued to massage the tiny balls for some time.  Then I stopped
the
motion of my fingers and released him so that I could look at his little
sack
again. As I peered down, I saw the skin of the boy's scrotum move!  It
seemed
to be continuing the motion I had stopped!  I looked closely at the
child's
penis and realized that it had stretched out while I was fondling his
balls.
It appeared that, even in his sound sleep, Adam was getting an erection!
     I moved my fingers back to the shaft and started moving the skin up
and
down.  The shaft did feel firmer that it had previously.  I continued to
move
my hand back and forth while clasping the boy's stiffening organ.  Harder
and
harder the slender shaft became, until it felt like it could have a bone
inside.  I had never actually felt any erection, but my own and had only
dreamed of holding a little boy's.  Yet, here I was holding a boy's
stimulated
penis that I had created with my own caresses. I was elated to see that a
young boy could get so hard.
     By this time my own dick had been so hard for so long in my own tight
shorts that my crotch ached.  I couldn't take it any longer.  I released
the
boy and stood up.  The child's erect penis continued to hold itself away
from
his abdomen, pointing it's tiny tip straight up his body.
     Putting my hands to my waist, I stripped off my shorts and underwear.
My too-long-restrained dick shot out as soon as my pants gave it freedom. 
I
tossed my pants to the floor and knelt down on the floor beside the boy's
bed.
Once again I reached up and put my fingers around the little, rigid arrow
sticking up from the boy's body.  Up and down I moved my fingers, feeling
the
firmness of his shaft.  Now that my pants were no longer in the way, I
could
put my other hand down and massage my own cock as well.  There was
something
unexplainable about those few inches of stiffened boy meat and tiny balls
that
kept my hand and eyes fixed there.
     Another couple of minutes of caressing him was all I could take,
though.
I released the boy and stood up.  His little dick jerked, as if asking for
more, but the urging of my own body was stronger.  I lay down on the
second
bed in a position where I could look across at the nude child.  It didn't
take
much more than a minute of warming of my dick with the pressure from my
hand
to bring about a climax.
     Afterward, I lay there for a long time just looking at the naked
youngster.  His penis had now relaxed, returning to the shriveled size it
had
been when I first removed his shorts; just a pudgy stub with a purple head
stuck up between his legs.
     No matter how much I liked the view, I knew I too would have to get
some
sleep if I was going to be able to complete the ride the next day.  I
still
needed to shower and I realized that it might not be the best thing if
Adam
woke up and found himself laying naked on top of the bed.  I got off my
bed
and used my underwear to wipe the cum from my body.
     Next, I retrieved the boy's underpants from the side of his bed and
guided his tiny toes and feet through the holes.  Reluctantly, I pulled
the
briefs back up his legs and under his bottom.  After taking one long last
look
at the immature sexual organs, I hid them once more under the white cloth
of
the underpants.  I then pulled the covers from the other side of the bed
and
wrapped them around the sleeping boy.
     I grabbed a clean pair of my underwear from the suitcase and went
into
the bathroom to shower.  When I returned to the bedroom area, I looked
back at
the my roommate's bed.  Adam had turned onto his side with the blanket
pulled
tightly around him.  I pulled on my underpants, turned off the light and
got
into bed.  My mind was filled with the beauty of the young boy in the next
bed
until I finally drifted off to sleep.


 CHAPTER 2

     My alarm went off at six thirty the next morning.  I knew we would
have
to hurry to get ready and repacked our bags in time to be at breakfast
within
an hour.  I got up, pulled on my shorts and went to wake the boy.  For a
moment I stopped to be sure that I had my story straight in my mind if
Adam
asked how he had gotten undressed.
     I bent over the child and shook him gently.  "Good Morning, Adam. 
It's
time to get up," I said.
     The boy turned toward me and opened his eyes slightly.  "Come on,
Pal.
We need to get ready to go," I coaxed.
     "Okay," he said groggily, rubbing his eyes.
     The youngster threw back the blankets and sat up on the bed as I
walked
away.  "You went to sleep before you took a shower last night," I reminded
him.  "It might be a good idea to take one this morning before you add
today's
dirt and sweat to yesterdays."
     "Okay.  Did you already take one?" he asked.
     "I took mine last night while you slept, so I just need to wash up a
little and a few other things.  I can do that at the sink outside the
bathroom."
     Adam stood up and went toward the bathroom.  I tried to be nonchalant
as
I watched his smooth body move, clad only in tight-fitting white briefs. 
I
kept my eyes focused on the little mound in front of his pants for as long
as
possible.  It was a little disappointing to see him close the bathroom
door
tightly behind him as he went in to shower.  I had hoped to somehow get a
glimpse of him showering.  Oh well, maybe before we returned home.
     Soon I heard the water running in the shower.  I, too, began to wash
at
the sink.  I was thankful that Adam hadn't ask about the removal of his
shorts
or the fact that he wasn't wearing anything but his underpants. 
Hopefully,
that meant that he didn't realize that I had removed them for him.
     After ten minutes or so, Adam came out of the bathroom wearing a
towel
around his waist.  He walked over to the suitcase we were sharing and dug
around for his clean clothes for the day.  He had to retighten the towel a
couple of times, while he was bent over searching, to keep it from falling
off.  I wished he would have just given in and removed it.
     All was not lost, though.  Having located his clean underpants and
shorts, Adam walked back over to the bed.  Before sitting down on the bed,
the
boy unfastened the towel and removed it from his waist.  Laying it beside
him,
the naked boy sat down on the bed and adjusted his underpants in his
hands.  I
was breathless as I looked at the boy.  Best of all, Adam didn't seem to
be in
any extreme hurry to cover himself.  Trying not to be overly obvious, I
looked
between his legs at the little organ I had played with the previous night.
His penis had the same relaxed style it had when I had first uncovered it.
 It
wiggled playfully as Adam raised one leg and then the other to put his
feet
into the underpants.  My view of his extremities was changed as they were
pushed side to side with the raising of each bare leg. He then stood up.
For a
moment, I had a full view of his penis sticking out and slightly downward
from
his smooth body.  He then pulled his underpants up his front and his young
sexual organs were again hidden from my view.  My only hope was that I
would
have other chances to view him in the next two nights we would spend in
motel
rooms together.
     We both finished dressing, packed our things and headed out for the
car.
After stopping for breakfast, we headed for the start of the ride for the
day.

Each day's ride was quite a distance from the previous, so we had about an
hour drive from our motel to the start.
     This second day's ride was to be 87 miles, slightly less than the day
before.  It also covered a somewhat flatter terrain, making the trip a
little
easier for both of us.  Now that Adam knew what he was in for during the
day,
he was not quite as excited as he had been the day before.  Never the
less, he
still wanted to be at the front when the starting gun fired.
     Adam started off on his bike first and I followed closely behind.  I
couldn't help but view the boy riding ahead of me a little differently
through
the day, however.  My mind frequently wandered back to the view of his
body I
had the night before.  Although all that was exposed now were a few bare
inches of his legs and his arms, I imagined seeing the tight, little
bottom on
the bicycle seat in front of me exposed to its full glory.
     The day was hot, but the flatter ground helped us make it through the
afternoon.  Adam counted out loud as the mile markers came down to the
last
few.
     "Ten miles to go!" he yelled. "Seven...Six...Five!"
     Then, "Yes!  Only one mile!" as a last shot of energy hit his weary
legs.
     It was around two thirty in the afternoon when we crossed the finish
line, a little earlier than the day before.  Yes, even our non-race had a
finish line.  It added a nice conclusion after enduring the long ride.  We
located my car and attached our bikes to the rack on the trunk.  Then, for
an
hour or so we wandered around with the other bikers, talking and enjoyed
the
snacks that were provided for us.
     It was soon time to drive to our hotel for the night.  It was located
only a short distance away. When we arrived, I gave the registration clerk
my
name and he checked for our room.  He said that the only rooms they had
left
were singles with king sized beds, but that they would add a roll-a-way
bed
for the boy.  At first, I argued that the reservation called for a double
bed
room.  He apologized, but said again that was all that was left, so there
wasn't much I could do but give in.
     As we walked to the room, I explained the situation to Adam.  He
didn't
seem overly upset about having to sleep on the roll-a-way bed, so I tried
not
to let it bother me.
     When we entered the room, Adam was the first to notice how big the
king
sized bed really was.  "Wow!" he exclaimed, as he dove onto the bed. 
"This is
big enough for five people."
     It was true.  The king sized bed did seem extremely large compared to
the ones we had slept in the night before.  As Adam was quick to point
out, it
even had three pillows.
     "We don't need a roll-a-way," the boy said.  "There is plenty of room
for both of us in this bed."
     I wondered if Adam realized what he was saying.  I never would have
expected him to offer to sleep in the same bed with me, but it sounded
wonderful.  None the less, I figured I should try and be sure.
     "Are you sure you don't want a bed by yourself?" I asked.
     "No way! I want to sleep in this big one.  You can sleep on that side
and I will sleep over here," he said, pointing to opposite sides of the
bed.
     Obviously, the boy had it all figured out.  I definitely wasn't going
to
argue if he was this eager to sleep in the same bed with me.  My mind was
already exploring the possibilities the situation could provide.  If I
could
somehow get Adam to sleep in only his underpants again, perhaps I could
fondle
his body once more after he went to sleep.
     We soon left the room to go for the dinner that had been set up for
the
bicyclists in one of the banquet rooms in the motel.  We found space at a
table with two seats left at one end.  Most of the people on the ride
ranged
in age from their late teens to early thirties.  They were all older than
Adam
and most found it interesting that the young boy was making the ride.  The
people at our table were no exception.  They seemed to enjoy talking to
this
young rider or teasing him.  Adam seemed to enjoy the attention, too.  My
mind
was somewhat preoccupied with the thoughts of getting the boy back to our
room
in into bed.  Even so, I didn't push our leaving until several of the
others
at our table had left.
     "It's probably time for us to go to our room, too, Adam," I
recommended.
"That way you can take your shower tonight before you fall asleep and you
won't have to take it in the morning."
     "Okay," he agreed.
     We got up from the table and said goodbye to the other bicyclists
that
were still there.  When we returned to our room, Adam again dove onto the
huge
bed.  I notice that the roll-away bed still hadn't arrived.
     "Standard motel service," I thought to myself.  At least the fact
that
Adam had no intention of selling on the roll-away bed would save me an
argument with the registration clerk.  Their lack of service still pissed
me
off.
     "Why don't you go in and take your shower right away tonight, Adam?
That way you will be done in case you go to sleep while I am taking mine."
     "Okay, but I am not as tired as last night," he said.
     The boy took off his shoes and socks, but went into the bathroom
still
wearing his shorts and shirt.  I wished he would have undressed in the
main
room, but I didn't know of any way to suggest it.  Soon I heard the toilet
flush and then the water running in the shower.
     In about fifteen minutes, Adam emerged from the bathroom.  He was
carrying his clothes and had a towel wrapped around his waist, just like
that
morning.  This was more like it!  He lay the clothes he had taken off by
the
suitcase and came over to the bed.
     "May I watch television while you take your shower?" he asked.
     "Sure, Adam.  I won't take too long and then we better get to bed.
Morning will be here before we know it," I said.
     "Okay, I'll just watch until you are done."
     He turned on the TV and then crawled onto the bed, still wearing just
the towel.  I went into the bathroom and started my shower.  As I stood
there
with the water running on me, I thought about the boy and his beautiful
body.
It didn't take thinking of about him long before my dick was sticking
straight
up.  I then had an exciting thought!  If Adam went to sleep while I was in
the
shower, he might still be wearing only the towel.  It wouldn't take much
to
expose his little body if all I had to do was lift the towel.
     I took a little longer in the shower and bathroom than I normally
would,
hoping that Adam would go to sleep.  Finally, I walked out of the
bathroom,
still drying myself, to check on the boy.
     It was slightly disappointing to see that Adam was still awake,
laying
on his stomach on the bed watching TV.  The only consolation was that he
had
not started to get ready for bed.  His lower body was still covered only
by
the towel.  I let my towel dangle in front of me to cover my genitals, but
was
still obviously naked.
     "Why don't you get into bed, Adam?" I suggested.  "I'll be there in
just
a couple of minutes."
     "Okay," he answered, and began to crawl off the bed.  His towel had
apparently been loosened by his movement on the bed and it slipped from
his
body completely when he stood up.  He grabbed for the towel, but rather
than
cover himself as I would have expected, he lay it on the chair beside the
bed.
I looked at the smooth, bare, young body, expecting him to turn around and
get
his underpants from the suitcase.  As I watched in disbelief, the naked
boy
instead pulled back the bedspread and crawled into bed.  I couldn't
believe
it!  No underpants, no shorts, no anything, he was going to sleep in the
nude!
     I quickly retreated to the bathroom to regain my composure before
Adam
noticed my surprise.  I finished drying myself while I tried to decide how
I
should proceed.  Without a doubt, I was anxious to crawl in bed with that
naked boy, but I wanted to be sure about how I should act.  How I wanted
to
feel his smooth, naked body against mine!  Should I do what was right and
wear
my underwear to bed as I had the night before?  Or should I do what my
evil
desires wanted and sleep nude, just like he was?  What the hell! I was
going
to do what I wanted.  I wrapped the towel around my waist.  After all, if
he
didn't want to sleep in the same bed with both of us naked, all he would
need
to do was get up and put on his underwear.
     I turned off TV and all of the lights except for the one on the night
stand by my side of the bed.  I then reached to the bed, pulled back the
covers and doffed my towel, tossing it beside the bed.  Adam watched as I
crawled into bed.  I could tell that he was looking at my dick, this being
the
first time that he had seen me completely naked.  I reached up and turned
off
the last light.
     "Good night, Adam," I said, putting my arm across his chest for a
moment
in a light hug.  I wondered if he was going to say anything about my
nakedness.
     "Night, Ben," was his only response.
     Adam lay on his side of the bed, and I lay on mine.  I wanted to pull
the beautiful child to me so that I could feel his soft skin, but I
resisted
and lay there silently.
     In a minute or so, the soft voice broke the silence, "Are you asleep,
Ben?"
     "Not yet, Adam," I answered.
     "Do you know how hard the ride is tomorrow?"
     "About like today," I speculated.  "Perhaps a few more hills, but not
as
hard as yesterday."
     "That's good," he said.  "My legs are getting pretty tired."
     There seemed to be a tone of relief in his voice.  It hadn't occurred
to
me that he might be worried about the ride ahead of us.  "I can understand
why
they would be, Adam.  You have done a great job the last two days.  Don't
worry, if we need to take it a little slower tomorrow we will.  It's our
last
day and we can take it at what ever speed you want to enjoy the ride."
     "Thanks," he said.  "I'm sure I will be okay.  Good night, again"
     "I know you will be just fine, Pal. Good night."
     I must have been pretty tired, because I soon drifted off to sleep,
before I had a chance to explore my young bed-mate.
     I am not sure how long I slept before I was awakened by a cry from
the
boy.  "Ouch...oh..oh!" he wailed, springing to a sitting position on the
bed.
     "What's wrong, Adam," I asked, in the most comprehensive voice I
could
muster after being startled awake.
     "I have a cramp in my leg and it really hurts.  Oooo..ouch!"
     I reached up and flicked on the light.  The boy was sitting with his
right leg drawn up to him under the blanket.  Tears were streaming from
his
eyes as he cried in pain.
     I sat up beside him and pulled back the blanket.  "Here let me rub
your
leg for you, Adam.  That will help to work the cramp out."
     He was holding the calf of his right leg.  Without waiting for
permission, I put my hands to his leg and, pushing his hands aside,
started to
massage the area he had been holding.  I could feel that the muscle in his
leg
was clinched up tightly. Even though he was not trying to flex the muscle,
it
felt as hard as a rock.
     "Oh..Oh," he cried as I pressed against his leg.  I knew it was
painful,
but the cramp had to be massaged out.  Even though I still can't believe
it
myself, in my attempt to relieve his pain, I didn't give any thought to
fact
that he was naked.
     After a couple of minutes, I could feel the muscle start to relax. 
Adam
also seemed to be calming down.  His tears had stopped and he lay part way
down, resting on his elbows.
     "Is your leg feeling better, Adam?" I asked.
     "Yeah, it feels a lot better.  That really hurt!  What made it do
that?"
     "Unfortunately, you can get a cramp like that in your legs when you
have
been exerting them a lot, like you have been in the last two days.  Even
though we practiced a lot, your legs are telling you they were not quite
ready
for this much.  Sometimes the muscle cramps and tightens up when you least
expect it.  The best thing to do is just massage it until the muscle
relaxes,"
I explained.
     "Wow, I hope it doesn't do that again," he said.
     "I think it will be okay now," I said, trying to reassure him.  There
was no way I could know if it would happen again or not, but I did not
want
him to worry about it.
     "Why don't you just lay back and try to go back to sleep while I rub
your leg?" I suggested.
     "Thanks for making it feel better, Ben," he said as he lay back done
on
his pillow.
     "You're welcome, Pal.  Try to get some sleep now."
     The boy closed his eyes and I continued to rub his leg.  Now that
things
were calm, my mind and eyes drifted back to exposed portions of the
child's
body.  I looked down at the flaccid penis and scrotum that were being
pushed
to one side by his raised leg.  I wished I could massage there as well and
bring pleasurable feelings just like I had with his leg.
     I continued to rub him until it appeared that he was asleep.  Gently,
I
put my hand to his foot and pulled downward to lower his leg.  After
taking
one last look at his raised genitals, I pulled up the sheet and blanket
over
the child.  Sure, I wanted to caress his little-boy parts, but it was late
and
I figured his young body had been through enough.
     I turned off the light and lay back down.  Surprisingly, it didn't
take
me long to go back to sleep also.
     Some time later, I awoke again, but this time it was not from a
crying
child.  Instead, it was from a most wonderful feeling.  In his sleep, the
boy
had moved around and rolled over to cuddle next to me.  He was laying on
his
side with his back pressing against me.  His warm, smooth body felt
fantastic
against my side. I could hear and feel his heavy, rhythmic breathing
indicating that he was asleep.
     I turned from my back onto my side so that I was facing the boy.
Gently, I put my hand against his bare back and rubbed down to his bottom.
Adam had no extra fat on his young body, but his rear end still felt plump
and
firm.  I drew my finger through the crevice between his hips.  Next, I
rubbed
across his side and down to his abdomen.  I probed between his legs until
I
found his little pecker.  I moved more closely to the boy so that my front
was
pressed against his back.  My dick, which as usual was hard, was
sandwiched
between my abdomen and his soft bottom.  I used the arm that was over the
boy
to pull him more tightly against me.  He moaned softly as I changed his
position.  The movement caused Adam to shift his top leg slightly,
trapping
both his penis and my hand that encased it, between his legs.
     So there I lay, my naked body pressed against the back of the nude
child; my hard penis against his smooth bottom; holding his little penis
and
balls in my hand which was captured securely between his bare legs.  In
that
marvelous position, I soon went back to sleep.


 CHAPTER 3

     The next time I awoke, we were both laying on our backs again.  Adam
was
beside me with one leg stretched across mine.  I looked over at the clock.
 It
was ten minutes until six; too late to try and go back to sleep.  I
certainly
didn't want to  get up and leave my young friend any sooner than was
absolutely necessary.  The boy still seemed to be very much asleep.  Maybe
I
could enjoy him a little more before he woke up.
     Slowly, I moved my hand, under the sheet, across the boy's body
trying
to find that special handle I had gone to sleep holding.  My first
estimates
on position were inaccurate and I felt the smoothness of his leg and then
his
abdomen.  Finally, I struck gold.  My hand touched Adam's penis, but it
wasn't
the soft organ that had fit so tightly in my grasp previously.  The boy's
dick
was standing at full attention with a morning erection.  For a couple of
minutes I rubbed my fingers up and down on the hard, slender shaft while I
worked my own dick with my other hand.  I extended my finger to caress the
soft glands at the tip.  But I wanted even more; I wanted to see him, too.
     Trying to be as gentle as I could so as not to wake the boy, I pulled
the blanket off of us.  There was a fair amount of light coming in at the
window from the approaching dawn and lights outside so I could see the
boy's
body.  He had one leg bent slightly to the outside of the bed and the
other
one over my leg.  His position highlighted the straight, rigid shaft that
extended up his front, holding its head half an inch or so from his body.
     I put my hand on my own dick and started to relieve my built up
sexual
tension.  Once again I had the thrill of using the child's exposed body
for my
stimulation.  Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would be
making
a habit of jacking off while looking at the front of a naked young boy,
his
tiny cock just as hard as mine.
     It wasn't long before my cock had shot its wad.  I used the towel to
clean up and then took a last long look at the boy before waking him.  His
virgin penis was still standing at full attention between his legs.  Funny
how
nature made him ready to plant his seeds long before it gave him any to
sow.
     Knowing that I couldn't stall any longer, I lay the blanket and sheet
back over the naked boy.  I had made up my mind that I would let Adam
decide
whether or not we would ride today.  If his legs were in too much pain, it
would be better to skip this last day the take a chance on turning him off
on
bicycling.   Regardless of his decision, I needed to wake him up so that
we
could discuss it.  While still balancing myself up on my elbow, I put my
other
arm across the boy's chest.  Shaking him lightly, I used a sing-song voice
to
say, "Good Morning, Adam. Time to wake up."
     He opened his eyes a little, the closed them again.  "Hey, Adam, you
need to wake up," I continued to try and arouse him.  I knew that last
night's
cramp attack combined with the last two days of riding had worn on his
body
making it harder than normal to get started.
     This time he opened his eyes more fully, "Okay," he said.
     "How does your leg feel this morning?" I asked.
     He raised his leg under the blanket and seemed to be rubbing it.  "I
think it is okay, just a little sore," he answered after a few seconds of
inspection.
     "You know, if it your legs hurt too bad, we don't have to ride
today," I
said, presenting him with the alternative.
     "No way!" he exclaimed, sitting up in bed.  "There is no way I am not
going to finish the ride today!  Even if I have to pedal with my hands."
     I was surprised by his conviction.  Even after two long days of
riding,
his spirits and determination were still as strong as they had been that
first
morning.
     "Okay, Pal," I laughed at the picture of him pedalling his bicycle
with
his hands.  "Then we better get going so we have time to eat and get to
the
start."
     In agreement, he pulled off the covers and got out of bed.  He
groaned
lightly when he stood up on his sore legs.  I could tell that the muscle
in
his right leg was still tender, because he had a slight limp as he headed
for
the suitcase.  The naked boy looked so little and vulnerable my heart was
filled for compassion for him.
     "Are you sure you are going to be okay, Adam?" I asked.
     "Sure, just a little sore," he smiled back at me.
     "Okay, if you say so, but just remember this isn't worth keeping
going
until you drop.  There are always other rides," I said.
     "I know, Ben.  Thanks for worrying about me.  It doesn't hurt that
bad,
really."
     I still wasn't convinced, but decided to let it go for now.  "Okay,
then
let's get ready!" I told him enthusiastically.
     We dressed, loaded the car once more and then went back to the
banquet
room for breakfast.  No less than five people noticed Adam's limp and
asked
him if he was okay in between the time we entered the room and when we
found a
place to sit and eat.  Even more than I realized, everyone seemed to have
taken notice of this special young boy.  It made me proud to be with him
to
share this experience.
     As always, breakfast was followed by a drive to the day's starting
point.  I made Adam walk around for several minutes while we waited for
the
ride to begin.  That seemed to help the soreness and by the time he
mounted
his bicycle for the start, his limp had almost disappeared.
     During the ride, I did insist on frequent stops to rest and longer
snack
breaks.  Whether he admitted it or not, the boy's legs were still
bothering
him.  It helped Adam's attitude to see that several other riders were
having
trouble keeping up the pace of this third day.  We would frequently meet
the
same people resting either when we arrived at a aid station or by the time
we
left.  One or another would often joke with Adam or ask him how he was
doing.
     At one aid station, a couple of hours into the ride,I left Adam
sitting
under a tree while I got some oranges for us to eat.  When I returned he
was
rubbing his legs.  "Are they feeling worse?" I asked him.
     "Not really, they just kind of ache," he answered.
     "Would you like me to rub them for you like last night while you eat
your orange?" I offered.
     "Yes, please," he said in a somewhat pleading tone.
     I sat down at his feet and began to rub the calf of his right leg.  I
enjoyed having my hands on his soft body.  For several minutes I massaged
the
boy's legs, moving back and forth between them.
     "Does that help?" I asked.
     "Yeah, it really does make them feel better," he said.
     From that point on we took a few minutes for me to massage his legs
each
time we stopped.  I think that refreshed us both at least as much as the
treats that were provided.
     The last aid station was five miles from finish line.  Adam decided
that
he didn't need to stop if the end was that close.  He began to once again
count down the miles.  Shortly after we began the last mile we started
seeing
groups along the roadway.  They would applaud the riders as they passed
by.
Some were riders who had already finished, while others were just
interested
people from the community.
     Finally, we rounded a corner and there ahead was the finish line.
     "There it is!" Adam yelled back at me.
     One would have thought that the boy had found a new set of legs.  He
began pedalling for all he could toward the finish.  As he crossed the
line,
among the cheers of numerous bystanders, he raised his arms in victory. 
In
truth his accomplishment was nothing less than a racer who had just won a
championship.  He hadn't given up.  He had proven that he had the
determination to accomplish something great.


    CHAPTER 4

 The sponsors of the tour had a victory celebration prepared to 
welcome the riders as they finished.  There were plenty of snacks and
food.  
Families of some of the other riders were there to join in the
festivities.  
There were also several children from the community riding dirt bikes or 
investigating what the commotion was all about.  A pair of boys younger 
than Adam stopped to ask him if he had ridden in the tour.  They seemed 
amazed and perhaps a little envious that he had lasted the entire route.  
I added my assurance that he indeed rode every mile of the trip.
 While the boys talked I couldn't keep myself from sizing up at 
the bodies of the two new arrivals.  Even though I was getting
immeasurable 
sexual pleasure from Adam, my incessant desire for young boys continued to

control my actions.
 The brown-haired boy, who appeared to be the older of the two, wore 
a printed T-shirt and long shorts that came nearly to his knees.  I really

hate those kind of shorts.  I wouldn't think that they would give the
relief 
from heat that shorts are supposed to provide.  They must provide some 
benefit, though, or there wouldn't be so many that wear them.
 I focused my attention on the younger boy who wore red tank-top 
shirt and a blue pair of shorts.  He had black hair and eyelashes that 
accented his deep blue eyes.  This was a little doll I wouldn't mind 
getting to know better.  The shirt had wide open holes under his arms and 
a loose-cut neck.  That gave me a nice view of his bare sides and, 
occasionally, a look down the front to his chest. His shorts were also 
more to my liking; extending only a couple of inches down his thighs.  
His legs were thinner than Adam's, but still nice to look at.  After a 
few minutes he sat down on the grass beside his bike.  That pulled the 
shorts even higher on his legs.  I repositioned myself to get a
straight-on 
look between his legs and was greeted with the sight of his red-bordered 
underpants.  Just above the point where the top of his bare leg met with 
the elastic border, poked the rounded bulge of his male organ.
 I didn't have long to take in the sight before older boy said, 
"Come on, Eric.  Let's go."
 The little boy jumped up and mounted his bike.  They called goodbye 
and rode off to see what else they could discover.
 Adam and I wondered on through the booths that had been set up to 
partake of the other free samples.  In addition to our meal provided by
the 
sponsors, we had ice cream, granola bars, some cereal, a quick energy bar,

and sun-tan lotion.  After some giggling, we decided not to eat the
sun-tan 
lotion.
 "I think I could have used the sun-tan lotion and energy bar while 
we were riding more than now,"  Adam pointed out.
 "That's for sure.  I don't think anything can give me quick energy 
now!" I was quick to agree.
 People were starting to gather around a make-shift stage that had 
been set up under some trees, so we found ourselves a place to sit on a 
small hill. The promoters gave the usual thank you speeches to all that 
had helped and participated in the tour.  Then they announced that they 
were going to have a drawing for some prizes that had been donated.  All 
riders had been entered in the drawing.  Adam's face lit up with the 
possibility of winning something.
 They then began to draw names.  We recognized the man calling out 
the names as the person who had recognized Adam at the registration table 
the first morning.  Several names were called.  Each time my young friend 
would listen intently with anticipation, only to sink with letdown when 
an unfamiliar name was called.  I made a silent wish that he could win 
something aa a reward for all his hard work.
 After a few more prizes went by, the man looked down at the name 
card he had just pulled out of the bin and said, "I know this next winner.
 
He has been the tour leader in his category for the whole ride."
 Adam sat back, loosing interest in this one since he figured he 
hadn't led in anything.
 "Adam Miller come down here!" the man called.
 At first the boy acted like he didn't even recognize his name, but 
it soon sunk in and he jumped to his feet.  I held out my hand in 
congratulations and Adam slapped it in glee.  "Alright, Adam!" I yelled.
 A surprise like that has a way of making one forget about his tired 
legs.  The youngster had no trouble running up to collect his prize.  The 
man shook the boy's hand and handed him a certificate to be redeemed for 
a one hundred and twenty dollar bicycling helmet.  One of the best prizes 
they had to give away.
 "Congratulations, Adam," the man said.  Then to the crowd announced, 
"Ladies and gentlemen, this fine young rider is Adam Miller.  I know a lot

of you have met him over the last three days.  He was the youngest rider
on 
our tour, by about four years.  Still he completed the entire tour.  A
ride 
that was difficult for even some of us older... uh-huh... more mature
riders.  
How do you feel after this long ride, Adam?"
 "Good, but kind of tired," the boy answered.
 "You have good reason to be tired, Adam.  We all really recognize 
and appreciate the great job you have done," he concluded, again shaking 
hands with the boy.
 A roar of applause congratulated Adam as he stepped down from the 
stage with his certificate.  He was smiling from ear to ear when he came 
back to me thrilled with his prize.
 "Terrific, Adam," I said, as he sat down next to me and showed me 
the certificate.  I put my arm around him and hugged him to me.
 "I really need a new helmet, too," he said.  "And a hundred twenty 
dollar Gyro.  Mom would never have let me buy one that expensive."
 "That's great that you won it.  You'll be in style with the best of 
them now," I said.
 We listened while the rest of the prizes were handed out.  None to 
me, unfortunately.  It was about seven o'clock in the evening by the time 
everything started to wind down.  Adam didn't object when I suggested that
we should probably head for our hotel.


                                 CHAPTER 5

      This last night we had reservations to stay at a Holiday Inn. Like
usual, there were a lot of people there and I had to park a fair distance
from
the lobby.  Adam decided to stay in the car while I checked us in.
      As I stared to leave the car, Adam said, "Why don't we get a room
with a
big bed like last night?  That was fun to sleep in."
      I was pleased with the suggestion.  "Okay, I'll see what I can do,"
I
promised.
      The lobby was fairly busy so I had to wait at the registration desk.
The clerk was a young man and I tried to sound nonchalant when I asked if
I
could change the reserved double-bed room for one with a king sized bed.
Whether it was because he was busy or just not paying attention, the clerk
didn't show any surprise that someone registering with one adult and one
child
would make such a request.  There was a king bed room available that was
not
reserved, so he gave me the key.
      "Did you get one?" Adam asked, before I hardly had a chance to get
in
the car.
      "One what?" I teased.
      "You know, a room with a big bed?"
      "Oh, that!" I exclaimed and tossed him the room key. "Only the best
for
you, young man."
      "Yes!" came his standard indication of approval.
      We drove around to the side and then walked up to our room.  I held
the
suitcase as Adam opened the door.  The room seemed a little bigger than
the
one the night before, but there was the requested king sized bed.  Adam
was
quick to dive in and the bounce in the middle of it.  He then got up to
investigate the bathroom, the closet and all drawers.
      I reminded him that we had promised to call his mom and let her know
how
our ride went.  He seemed excited to do that and called he right away.
They
talked for some time as he told her about his experiences on the ride, how
hard some parts had been and, most joyfully of all, about winning the new
helmet.  She must have asked about our accommodations, because he told her
that the motels were pretty neat.  I listened cautiously until they
changed
the subject, but I was finally relieved that he said nothing about our
sleeping arrangements.  Somehow, I just didn't think that she would
understand.
      After he had hung up the phone, Adam asked "May we go to the hot tub
I
saw downstairs. I bet it will make my legs feel better."
      Since I figured it was too early to get him into bed, I agreed.
      "We can go down for a little while.  Then you can take your shower
before we go to bed," I said.
      "Okay," he said, already digging for his swim trunks in the
suitcase.
He had brought them with the hope of swimming in the motel pools every
night,
but had been too tired until tonight.
      As I looked for my suit, I watched Adam.  Modesty apparently now a
thing
of the past, he quickly shed shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and underpants! 
His
cute little penis and balls wiggled on his front enjoying their freedom,
until
they were again captives of his pants.
      It took me a little longer to change, but I tried to hurry as much
as
possible while I sat next to the boy on the bed.  I noticed that his eyes
were
focused between my legs as I removed my underwear.  Although I knew it was
more curious then the desire I had for that part of him, I welcomed his
interest.   When I was ready, we grabbed our towels and walked down to the
pool and hot tub.
      The water in the spa felt very hot, but we slowly worked ourselves
all
the way in.  There were several other people around the hot tub and pool. 
Two
little boys about seven or eight years old were with their parents by the
pool.  As I watched their cute little bodies move in and out of the pool,
my
standard instincts thought about what was hidden under those swim trunks. 
It
was an exciting thought that with all the times I had watched little boys
at
pools in the past, dreaming of touching their bodies, this was the first
time
it might actually come true.  Not with them of course, but hopefully I
would
once again be able to explore my young companion.
      When we had taken several intervals in and out of the hot tub, I
told
Adam, "We better get out before they mistake you for a red cooked lobster
and
serve you for dinner."
      "Yeah, right," he said, not really appreciating my comparison.  He
did
look down at his reddened body, however.  "It's not that bad," he said.
      When we got out of the hot water, the night air caused a quick chill
so
we didn't waste any time getting back to our room.  Adam was shivering by
the
time we got there, so no coaxing was necessary to convince him to get back
into the warm water of the shower.
      When he came out of the bathroom he had exchanged his swim trunks
for a
towel.  He again sat down on the bed to watch TV while I showered.
      This time, however, the boy was already in bed when I came out of
the
bathroom .  He had the covers pulled up around his so all I could see were
his
bare arms and shoulders.  There was no way I could tell if he had his
underwear on underneath.  I quickly decided not to let that change my
actions.
After all, he had slept with me when I was nude last night; I wasn't going
to
put something on just in case he had.
      I turned off the TV and walked to my side of the bed.  Pulling back
the
covers, I dropped my towel and got in.  I resisted the temptation to
immediately reach over and see if Adam had anything covering his tight,
little
bottom.
      As I reached up to turn off the light, Adam playfully pulled my
pillow
away to his side of the bed.  "Hey, where do you think you are going with
that?" I asked, ignoring the light for the time being.
      "I need more pillows," he giggled.
      "But that one's mine," I said, reaching across him to retrieve the
pillow.
      The boy clutched the pillow tightly to his chest, saying, "Not any
more!
Now it's mine!"
      "We'll see about that," I said. I moved my hands under the sheets to
his
bare sides and began to tickle him. The boy wiggled, twisted and laughed. 
I
took the opportunity to move my hands to the lower part of his body.  My
insides jumped with joy when all I felt was skin, soft, bare boy-bottom
skin.
I continued to move my hands around on him and tickle.  Quickly, I poked
his
sides, stomach, legs, and once, I even probed down his front between his
legs.
For just a second I felt the soft touch of his wiggling penis.
      After a couple of minutes, Adam's laughter had him gasping for air. 
He
flung the stolen pillow back at me and blurted out, "Okay, you can have
it!"
      "Thanks, I knew you would see it my way," I said, trying to fake the
sound of superiority.
      "But I think I would like to have this one, too!" I said, as I
pulling
the boy's pillow out from under his head.
      "Oh, no you don't!" he yelled, diving on top of me to try and reach
the
pillow I was holding off the far side of the bed.
      Each time he would reach for the pillow I switched it to the other
side.
The child squirmed around on top of me grabbing for the pillow. My dick
quickly enlarged to a fully upright state with the feel of the naked boy
wiggling on top of me.  I soon realized that if he did much more rubbing
of my
dick it would literally have an explosion that would cover the boy with
something he might not appreciate.  Without being too obvious, I let Adam
catch the pillow on one of the passes over his head.
      "Got it!" he called triumphantly.
      "Yeah, you're pretty sneaky," I said, making believe it was all his
doing.
      The boy stuck the pillow back under his head and slid part way off
of me
to the side, but he kept his leg across my upper legs.  I thought that I
could
feel his penis against my hip.  It was difficult to fight off the desire
to
take him in my hand.  We lay there silently for a few seconds, as if each
waiting for the other to make the next move.
      Fortunately, Adam took the next step that I had been afraid to make.
The
boy moved his leg up and pressed it against my hard dick.  He then started
to
talk about the sexual connotations of our situation. "Your weeny sure gets
stiff a lot, doesn't it?" he asked.
      "Yes, it does when I rub around without any clothes on," I said.  "I
guess it just likes the feel of the rubbing against someone else's skin." 
I
knew more than that I was turned on by the naked, young boy that was doing
much of the rubbing, but I wasn't quite ready to tell him that.
      "Yeah, mine gets stiff from rubbing, too."
      I wasn't sure how far I could get, but the conversation was leading
in
the direction I wanted.  "Is it stiff now?" I asked.
      "A little," he admitted.
      "Would you show me how stiff it gets?" I continued pressing further.
      "Gee, I don't know," Adam hesitated.  "I never did it in front of
anybody before."
      "I know you haven't, Adam, but I am not just anybody.  You and I are
sharing a lot of things that are really special and kind of private. 
After
all, I bet that I am the only one you have slept with when you weren't
wearing
anything, aren't I?"  I asked, feeling quite sure that all this wasn't a
normal thing for the boy.
      "Yes," he admitted, almost sheepishly.
      "I know and that is wonderful.  We are sharing something great!  I
would
like to share something more, something I know you will enjoy."
      The youngster thought for a minute, than softly said "Okay, I'll
show
you."
      Without allowing a moments hesitation for him to change his mind I
said,
"Great, Adam.  It is a normal thing for boys to enjoy their body.  I would
like to see how you make your penis stiff and then maybe I can help you
find
ways that it can feel even better."
      "Okay!" he said, now seeming almost anxious to show me how he did
it.
"First, I lay on my tummy."
      He rolled over on the bed beside me. "Then I put my hand under me so
I
can rub my weeny on it."
      I figured he had his hand under him, but I couldn't see since he had
the
sheet and cover over him.  There was no way I was going to miss this act,
so I
asked, "Is it okay if we pull the covers back so I can see how you do it?"
      "Okay," he agreed and pulled his hand back out to push the covers
aside.
I took a hold of the sheet and blanket and pulled them towards me and down
so
that all of the boy's naked body was uncovered except for his ankles and
feet.
Now that he was totally exposed, he went back to his explanation.
      "See, I put it under here so I can rub my weeny on it."  He raised
his
white, little bottom slightly into the air and pushed his hand under him
below
his waist.
      "Then I rub my titty with my other hand while I move my weeny until
it
gets hard."  He put his other hand to his chest.  His body blocked by view
so
I couldn't see what he was doing, however.  He then started his
performance.
      As I watched, the boy began to move his bottom.  His little, white
rear
moved up and down, back and forth.  I could see his slender butt cheeks
tighten and release.  For several minutes I silently observed, looking
over
his bare legs, back and bottom.  Around and around he worked his bottom.
Sometimes he looked at me with his bright blue eyes and smiled.  Other
times
he closed them.  And sometimes he would get a slightly look of anguish on
his
face.  It was not a look of pain, but rather one of the desire for hidden
urges to be allowed out.
      My own dick was sporting a tall erection looking at the naked little
boy
squirm on the bed.  I was enthralled at watching his bare back and bottom
move. Still, the area I wanted to see and touch, that special extremity
that
made him a boy, was hidden from by view under his body.
      Finally, I could take no more of his hidden meat beating act without
becoming involved.  "Is it getting stiff?" I finally asked.
      "Huh..huh," he squeaked.
      I wasn't sure how far Adam would actually let me go, but I wanted to
try
for anything I could.  "I'd like to see how stiff you have made it," I
said,
gasping a little with my own excitement.  "Would you raise up for a minute
and
let me see it?"
      I am sure he wasn't too excited about stopping his masturbation, but
he
honored my request.  He pulled his hand out from under his body and turned
to
one side.  His little dick was long and thin, just like that first night
and
before he awakened this morning.  Only it was more exciting this time
because
he was awake.
      Breathlessly I said, "Here Adam, let me put my hand under you and
you
can rub your penis on my hand and then you can rub both your titties at
the
same time.  See if that doesn't feel better."
      I was too anxious to give him time to object.  Quickly, I slid my
hand
under his body.  Fortunately, his own state of rapture discouraged him
from
even trying to prevent my advance.  He even assisted by raising himself
slightly so that my hand could proceed.  His stiffened organ moved up with
his
body, but still hung down slightly from his front. It rubbed against my
fingers and hand as they moved passed.  I positioned my hand so that the
child's penis fell against my fingers.  I almost gasped as I touched his
stiffened organ for the first time when he was awake. As I pressed against
his
slender stick, I said, "That's good, Adam.  Now do what you were doing,
but on
my hand."
      He lowered himself and began to once more move his bottom.  This
time I
could feel the movement he was using to stimulate his hardening penis
against
my hand. I applied a slight pressure and movement with my fingers to
supplement his own. For another minute or so I let the boy work himself. 
I
could tell he was getting more and more excited, and so was I.  But I
wanted
to have more of an active part.  I wanted to masturbate him to orgasm.
      I my excitement I gasped, "Turn over on your back, Adam.  Let me
help
you."
      I don't think the boy knew what I intended to do, but he rolled over
onto his back.  As he did I pulled my hand out from under him.  When he
turned
over, there was his stiffened penis sticking straight up along his
abdomen.
The little shaft directing its purple tip up the boy's body as it tiny
testes
clung tightly to it's base.
      Immediately I took his penis between my thumb and first two fingers
and
began to stroke up and down on his organ.  I think he may have been a
little
surprised to have me take him so openly.  However, he was so anxious to
continue the stimulation he had started that I think he quickly decided
that
this was okay.
      Even with his organ fully erect, Adam' penis couldn't have been much
over three inches long and not much thicker than my finger.  Yet it
obviously
had all the sensitivity necessary to excite the boy.  He started to breath
in
gasps as I rubbed his member.
      For another minute or two I continued to masturbate the boy.  I
tried to
calculate the pace and pressure of my hand that would give the slender
organ
what it needed.  The boy gave a couple of whining sounds.  I looked away
from
his middle for a minute and saw that his eyes were closed tightly and his
face
had a reddish tinge.  His time was coming.  My gaze surveyed his smooth
naked
body before returning between his legs.  The boy had his hand to his chest
and
was rubbing his left nipple with his fingertip.  Then it happened.  The
boy
thrust his bottom up and down to move his penis in my hand.  I figured he
was
ready.  I pushed my hand to the base of his hardened penis and squeezed
firmly.
      "Oh...oh," he moaned.
      The thin little dick pulsed in my hand as the boy convulsed in his
climax.  His youthful orgasm continued for several seconds, then he lay
quietly.
      I held his softening penis for a little longer, then Bent over and
kissed him on the cheek.  It was the first time I had ever dared to show
my
affection for my young friend in that way.  He opened his eyes and looked
at
me, but he didn't appear to be surprised or disturb by the kiss.
      I released his penis, rubbed my hand up his smooth stomach, then
rolled
onto my back.  I had to have some relief, too.  Even though I was hesitant
about jacking off in front of the boy, I couldn't wait for him to go to
sleep.
I began to rub my rock hard dick.
      The boy must have wondered why I was leaving him, because he turned
and
looked over at me.  His gaze went down at my dick and then back to my
eyes.
      "After holding you, I have to do it too, Adam.  My body wants to do
what
yours did."  That was all I could explain in my excited state, but that
seemed
to be enough.  The boy sat up on the bed beside me to watch.
      "Spread your legs so I can see your weeny, Adam," I requested.  If
for
any reason he hadn't already guessed what turned me on, he did now.
      The boy quickly obliged and moved one leg under his bottom.  That
raised
his abdomen and displayed his relaxed little penis a few inches from my
head.
With that view and my highly aroused state, it wasn't more than a couple
of
minutes before my dick was shooting wads of cum onto my stomach.
      The boy watched silently until I was done.  Then, as I reached to
the
floor and picked up the towel to wipe myself off, he asked, "Is that
sperm?"
      "Yes, sweetheart," I answered.  "Since I am grown up, my penis
shoots
out sperm when I have an orgasm."
      "I know," he said.  "They told us all about that in sex education
class
last year.  I'm gunna' have sperm in a couple of years."
      "That's right, Adam.  But as you can tell, you can still enjoy your
body
now!"
      I threw the towel back on the floor and taking the boy's arm, pulled
him
so that he was laying across my chest.  I kissed him again on the cheek,
only
this time he raised up and kissed me on the mouth.  Happily, returned that
one, too.  I then pulled the blankets over our naked bodies.  The boy lay
quietly against me as I rubbed my hands over his smooth, bare back and
bottom.
In only a few minutes I could hear his breathing become heavier as sleep
overtook him.  After a few more minutes of absorbing the wonderful
sensations
of having a naked child sleeping on top of me, I too drifted off to sleep.


                                 CHAPTER 6

      The next morning was Saturday.  Adam actually awoke before I did and
the
motion of him getting out bed woke me.  I watched sleepily as the naked
young
boy walked to bathroom.  My mind drifted back to our encounter last night
and
I hoped that Adam wasn't having any anxiety because of our activities.
      Shortly, I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.  The
child, still as naked as when he was born eleven short years before,
hurried
back to the bed and slid in beside me.
      I reached over and pulled him toward me.  "Good Morning, Adam," I
said,
followed by a kiss to his lips.
      He reciprocated and then said, "Morning."  Fortunately, the tone of
his
short response sounded up-beat.
      "It's kind of nice not to have to hurry and get ready this morning
isn't
it?" I asked.
      "Yeah, the ride has been fun, but I don't know if my legs could take
another day right now," the boy admitted.
      "Mine either, I am ready for a day off."
      I held him for a couple of moments trying to decide whether or not I
should try and arouse his young body again. He solved my dilemma for me
before
I could make a decision, although not with the answer I would have
preferred.
      "Can I turn on the TV and watch cartoons?" he asked.
      My mind was quickly brought back to the fact that my young lover was
indeed a little boy with priorities far different than my adult sexual
ones.
      "Sure," I agreed.
      He again hopped out of bed and turned on the television.  As soon as
the
picture came on the screen, he started searching the channels for a
cartoon he
preferred.  In our darkened room, the colors displayed on the screen
reflected
off his bare body.  A warm glow seemed to emanate from his sides as he
stood
facing the set.  Finally, he came to one blaring out the theme song for
"Masters of the Universe."
      "Yes!" he said, as he backed away from the TV and sat down on the
edge
of the bed.
      We watched the show for the next half hour.  In reality I watched
more
of the boy then the television.  As the time went by, Adam frequently
changed
his position on the bed.  Changing from sitting, to laying on his stomach,
to
laying on his side the youngster gave me several viewing angles of his
fine
young body. I resisted the temptation try and reenact the last night's
sexual
activities with the boy and settled for just admiring his exposed body. 
Adam
did not seem to be the least bit apprehensive about his unclothed state as
he
lounged on the bed.
      There was only a half hour left until we had to check out of the
motel
by the time the program ended.  I didn't figure that would give me enough
time
to encourage the boy to more prurient interests.
      Adam was now laying on his stomach beside me.  I sat up and rubbed
the
boy's back, allowing my hand to extend down over his soft bottom.  "I
guess
it's time for us to get ready to go," I said.
      "Do we have to already?" he asked.
      "Unfortunately, we do.  We have to be out of here by ten thirty."
      "Can't we tell them we want to stay longer?" he continued his
pleading.
      "I don't think so," I answered. "Besides we have a pretty long drive
ahead of us, too, so we should get started."
      I almost couldn't believe that those words were coming from me. 
What I
really wanted to say was, "Sure, we can stay for another day and have
twenty-
four hours of wild boy-sex the likes of which neither one of us have ever
imagined."  But such an answer wasn't feasible.
      Reluctantly, I got out of the bed.  The boy crawled off also and we
met
at the suitcase.  We both stood there nude as we hunted through the
suitcase
for our clothes.  I was pleased that Adam selected a pair of
loose-fitting,
blue, athletic shorts, rather than a pair of tight bicycling ones.  I knew
from past experience that these would show off his tanned legs very
nicely.
      When the boy had dug out every thing he needed, he sat down on the
bed
and began to dress.  I couldn't help but feel slight despair as Adam
pulled
his underpants up beyond his legs to again hide his cute, little penis. 
With
our motel stays over, who could tell when I would see my young friend's
body
again.
      After we finished dressing, we loaded the car and checked out of the
motel.  We found a Village Inn Restaurant and stopped for a late breakfast
before starting out on the road for home.


                                 CHAPTER 7

      The drive home started uneventfully.  We talked for a while about
our
last three days of bicycling.  Then Adam put one of the cassette tapes he
had
brought along into tape player.  We listened to the music.  Occasionally,
he
would sing along with one of his favorite songs.
      After a while the child sat quietly and closed his eyes.  He didn't
even
move when the tape finished and popped from the player.  I thought he must
be
asleep.  I looked over at the bare legs extending from his silky, blue
shorts
and thought about the last few nights with the child.  The pants were
drawn up
on his legs toward his bottom by his sitting position so I had quite a bit
of
smooth, light brown skin to look at.  The tan of his legs got lighter and
lighter toward his rear.  In the depths of my mind I removed those shorts
and
then his shirt.  I imagined that cute penis poking its tiny head up
between
his legs.
         Evidently the boy was not sleeping at all.  I was lost deep in
the
thought of his soft bare bottom sitting next to me when the youngster's
voice
brought me back to reality.  In the silence, the boy must have been
thinking
about the same things I was, because out of the blue he offered, "I liked
sleeping together last night."
      I was surprised that he was awake, but quickly agreed, "So did I,
Adam.
It was wonderful to sleep with you."
      Although I was indeed referring to the sex, as well as the sleeping,
the
boy felt that needed a little clarification.  "I liked the other stuff,
too."
      "I did too, Adam.  Thank you for letting me be a part of that with
you."
      "Yeah, I felt good when you did me.  I never had such a good one
before."
      "I am glad you liked it, Adam.  I loved it and I love you.  You know
it
has to be just our secret, don't you?"
      "Yeah, I know," he said.  I was relieved to hear his simple answer.
      Another couple of minutes passed in silence.  I know that both of us
were thinking about the previous night's experience.
      "Do you think that someday we will stay in a motel again and maybe
do it
again?" the boy asked, somewhat sheepishly.
      "Do you want to do it again?" I probed.
      "Yeah," he answered.
      "I hope we will stay together in a motel again someday.  I am sure
we
will go on other bike rides and we can look for some that are in a place
where
we have to stay in a motel.  But you know, Adam, if you want to have fun
like
that again, we don't have to wait until we are at a motel.  When you want
to
do it, we can do it at my house."
      "Oh yeah, I guess we could," he said.  He obviously hadn't realized
that
the mystique of our sexual encounter didn't have to be confined to motel
rooms.  "When would we do it?"
      "Some time when we are alone and you want to do it just tell me.  I
would love to do it with you anytime. Okay?"
      "Okay," he said.
      Then the silence resumed for quite a while.
      Before long we arrived at my house.  I knew that we had a couple of
hours to kill before Adam' mother would be off work and I would have to
take
my little lover home.
      The summer heat of the city hit us like a club when we got out of
the
air conditioned car.  Our ride in the cooler mountains had made us forget
about the hot temperatures at home.  Adam took off his shirt as we
unloaded
the bicycles and then carried the equipment and suitcase into the house. 
I
had left the air conditioner on slightly, so the house had remained cool. 
It
was refreshing to get back out of the heat.
      Next, we sorted our clothes out of the suitcase, putting his in a
plastic bag to take home later.  When I took out the last of my clothes
out, I
discovered that there was a pair of Adam's underpants that he had left
behind.
Before he noticed them, I pushed them into a side compartment of the
suitcase.
I thought they might come in handy later to stimulate my own thoughts of
our
encounter when the boy wasn't there.  They probably wouldn't be missed,
but if
they were, I could always search the suitcase again and "surprisingly"
find
them.
      Afterward, I fixed us both a Coke and we went in to watch TV.   Adam
turned on one of his favorite movies, "Breaking Away", on the video
recorder.
The movie is about some teenage boys and bicycle racing.  Obviously, a
subject
close to both of us.
      For the next hour and a half we sat on the floor and watched the
movie.
During that time Adam removed his shoes and socks.  He was now down to
only
his shorts and the underpants I knew were beneath.  Having watched him put
them on this morning, I was knew exactly what they looked like.  That
knowledge didn't reduce my desire to see them again, however.
      I probably spent more time looking at the scantily clothed boy than
I
did watching the movie.  It had never been unusual for me to stare at the
boy's body whenever I had a chance, but after the last few days I wanted
him
in a way I never dared show before.  I had positioned myself to the side
and
slightly behind Adam so that I could look at him without being obvious. 
At
various times the boy would pull up his legs in front of him causing the
shorts to slide up his legs.  The loose legs of the shorts would, at
times,
slide almost to his bottom.  I loved to look at those beautiful bare legs.
I
couldn't help but think about his body and last night's encounter. I
wanted
him again!  But I had said that we wouldn't do it again until he wanted
to, so
I would have to try and live by that.  My promise hadn't said that I
wouldn't
encourage him to want to do it, though.  I just wasn't sure just how to do
that.
      When the movie was over, Adam started the rewind on the recorded and
we
talked about the movie for a few minutes.  Like each time we had watched
it
before, Adam went over his favorite scenes.
      After it had all been gone over to Adam's satisfaction, the
conversation
lagged.  "What do you want to do now, you silly kid?" I teased, giving
Adam a
friendly nudge to push him over.
      "I don't know," he said, quickly retaliating by climbing on top of
me.
I fell back on the floor and we wrestled.  I tried to hold him off while
he
tried to hold me down.  I didn't try too hard though, wanting to feel his
bare
skin of his chest against me.  I started to tickle him, which made him
fall
down on top of me.  I then rolled him off onto the floor.  I continued to
tickle him under his arms and his bare stomach.  This was exactly the way
we
had started our encounter the night before and both of us realized it.
      In a few seconds, Adam gasped through his giggling, "Stop a minute."
      I did as he asked and stopped the tickling.  "What?" I asked.
      Adam answered by his actions.  He put his hands to his waist and
pushed
down his shorts and underpants.  He raised his legs and pulled them off. 
I
was thrilled by his actions.  I couldn't keep my eyes from his little
wiggling
penis.  Throwing his pants to one side, the naked boy lunged back on top
of
me.
      "I'm a better wrestler with no clothes on," he said..
      "Oh, you are, are you?" I said, trying not all that hard to hold him
off
so that I could touch as much of his body as possible.  I tickled and
rubbed
him, moving my hands over his back and soft cheeks of his bare bottom.
      But in a few seconds he stopped struggling and rolled off.  He put
his
hands between his legs and said, "Your shorts hurt my weeny."
      "We can't have that," I said.  "Is it okay if I take them off?"
      "Sure," he said, since that was he had expected all along.  "Don't
you
want to have your clothes off too."
      "Of course I do," I said, offering no further explanation of my
hesitation.  I pulled my T-shirt over my head, pulled off my tennis shoes
and
then unfastened and pulled off my shorts and underwear.
      My body and mind were much quicker that the boy's in anticipation of
what was to come so my dick was already enlarging.  Never the less, I
tried to
ignore that fact.  It was positioning itself to have sex and since Adam
was
fully aware that was the outcome of our actions, he would just have to
accept
the fact that my organ was going to be enlarged.
      I left my clothes in a pile and stretched back out on the floor. 
The
boy made no comment about my erection, but crawled back on top of me and
began
to wiggle and wrestle again.  "Now I'll really get you!" he warned.
      The soft skin of his nude body felt wonderful against me.  I could
feel
his penis against my stomach, sandwiched between our bodies.  The pressure
of
his body felt good on my hardened dick, too.  As we twisted and wiggled, I
asked, "Does that feel better on your weeny?"
      "Yeah, but I bet it will feel better when you rub it," he giggled.
      "That sounds like a fun idea. But let's go into the bedroom.  The
bed
will be a lot softer than this floor."
      "Okay," Adam said, getting off of me and standing up.
      As he stood in front of me, I could see that rubbing our bodies
together
had an effect him, too.  His slender, penis was also sporting a fine
erection.
It was the first time I had seen the boy standing up in this condition. 
His
little hard-on protruded out long and slender from his hairless body,
pointing
its tiny tip slightly upward.  Seeing the child standing there with his
firm,
young erection turned me on even more, as if that was possible.
      "I'll beat you in there," he said and started toward the bedroom.
      "No you won't!" I said, hopping up from the floor.
      The naked boy started running and I followed.  I tried to take in
all I
could as I watching his bare body move.
      All too quickly we were in the bedroom and Adam dove onto the bed. 
"I
won!" he exclaimed with a gasp.
      "You had a head start!" I complained, as I flopped onto the bed
beside
him.  I pulled the naked boy back on top of me.
      For a minute or two we wrestled again.  Then I stopped and held him
still.  I tried to feel his penis against my stomach, but it was
difficult.  I
put my hand to his side by his bottom.  "Raise up," I instructed.
      This time the boy had a good idea of what I had in mind.  He raised
his
abdomen and I slipped my hand in between our bodies.  I found his penis
and
pressed my fingers against his shaft.  The inexperienced love tool had
lost
most of its firmness during the trip to the bedroom.  Laying back down on
my
hand, he began to move his lower body.  Unlike the night before when he
had
created his own erection, I wanted to help from the start so I pressed his
organ and moved my fingers also.
      It didn't take long before his penis was began to harden again. 
Even
though I liked having his body on top of me, I still wanted to see his
hard
little cock and balls before he had his youthful orgasm.
      I gently raised the boy and rolled him over onto his back on the
bed.  I
put my hand between his legs and massaged his partially erect penis and
tiny
balls.  Bending down I kissed him on the forehead and then moving to his
mouth
we exchanged several kisses.  His kisses came quicker as I felt his organ
pressing up under my hand.
      "Does that feel good, Adam?" I whispered.
      "Oh, yes!" he moaned.
      I kissed him again.  Then, as if some force took me over, I began to
move my kisses down his body.  First, I kissed his chest and then his
stomach.
The boy shuddered as I my mouth tickled his body.  Still I continued.  I
turned and pulled my legs under me as I moved my mouth to above his belly
button and then below.  On to his lower abdomen, I kissed each side above
his
genitals.  I moved my hand so that I held the shaft of his penis between
my
fingers so that I could kiss his scrotum, and then the base of his penis.
Even with all we had done over the last few days, I had never had my face
this
close to his genitals.  I could smell the faint odor of what I thought of
as
boyhood.  Sure, maybe it was really musty smell of sweat and urine from
areas
continually trapped in underwear, but now it was an aphrodisiac
tantalizing my
sexual drive.
      Holding the stiffened organ up between my fingers, I kissed the tip.
There was no more holding back, I knew I had to have him in me.  I
extended my
tongue and rubbed it against the rounded head.  I then parted my lips and
took
the sweet candy cane into my mouth.  I have no idea what Adam was thinking
as
my wet mouth closed around his penis, but he lay silently as I worked my
tongue against him.
      With the boy hidden inside my mouth, I proceeded like a blind
explorer,
feeling each curve and crevice.  My tongue was my instrument of
exploration
licked the steep hill where the glands met the shaft below.  It then
scouted
the gently valley that led to the slotted cave door at the very tip.  The
door
parted with gentle pressure, but still only giving slight access to the
long
channel where waters frequently flowed.
      I rubbed my dick while I sucked on the young love tool. I tried to
be
very careful not to let my teeth press against the tender meat in my
mouth.
My tongue rubbed wildly on the sensitive glands as I neared the height of
my
climax. With the boy's stiff organ in my mouth, I was quicker than ever on
the
trigger and within a minute I was squirting onto the bed beneath me.
      The frantic action of my mouth during my climax brought Adam around,
too.  As my senses began to recover I heard him whine and realized that
the
boy was pumping his penis in my mouth with his hips.  Quickly, I resumed
the
rapid caressing with my tongue on his stiff organ.  I heard him groan and
his
little cock seemed to expand against my tongue.  He let out a cry, not of
pain
but of erotic release.  His body jerked and his abdomen pulsed into me as
the
boy experienced an orgasm for the second time in two days.  No matter what
anyone says about children not being able to have adult orgasms, Adam's
seemed
real in every way except for squirting from his little penis.
      I continued to hold him in my mouth until I felt his penis start to
soften.  I then released him and moved away, but not before I kissed his
genitals one last time.
      Now that we were both satisfied, we lay there next to each other
naked
and silent.  I broke the silence first.  "You are wonderful, Adam.  I love
you
very much and love doing this with you.  You know you can't tell anyone
about
this, right?"
      "Do you think I'm nuts?  I know I can't tell anyone.  It is illegal
for
a man to have sex with a kid.  I don't want you to get in trouble and I
like
doing it with you," Adam said.
      I couldn't believe it.  Somehow I guess I had thought that this was
just
something special he had naively discovered by accident.  He seemed to
know
everything about what he was doing and what the side effects were.
      "Wow, Adam! You've thought about all of those things and you still
wanted to do it?" I asked in amazement.
      "Sure.  I've liked to play with myself for as long as I can
remember,
but I never let anyone else do it to me.  After that first night when you
took
my pants off and played with my weeny, I found out that it felt good to
have
someone else do it to me, too."
      I was shocked, embarrassed and a little scared.  I had been
discovered!
Adam wasn't asleep at all, he knew that I undressed and fondled him from
the
first.
      It took me a few seconds to regain my thoughts and find words again.
"You knew I took your pants off that first night?"
      "Sure, I have a hard time taking those biking shorts off myself.  I
woke
up while you were taking them off."
      "At first, I only wanted to take them off so that you would sleep
more
comfortably.  They were so tight that your underpants came off with them,"
I
said using my previously prepared excuse. "Why did you pretend to be
asleep
then?"
      "At first I WAS still kind of asleep.  Besides, I thought that if
you
knew I was awake, I would have to take a shower and I was too tired to get
back up.  My underpants usually come down when I take off my tight shorts.
 It
surprised me at first when you took them clear off, but I wanted to see
what
you were going to do."
      I was getting quite embarrassed about what I thought had been a
secret.
"If I had of known you were awake, I wouldn't have done anything.  Honest,
Adam."
      "But I wanted to let you do what you wanted.  You liked it that I
let
think I was asleep so you could play with me, didn't you?" the boy asked.
      "Yes, I like it a lot, but I thought this is what you wanted to do,
too."
      "But it is what I want!" the boy exclaimed.  "I was a little afraid
at
first when you took my pants off and started to play with my weeny, but it
started to feel good.  It felt better than when I play with my weeny
myself.
I liked it when you gave me a hard on that night.  I was getting pretty
horny
when you quit and did your own.
      "Is that why you let me see you with nothing on that morning and
night?"
      "Sure, after all, you had already seen me naked and played with my
weeny.  What did I have to hide?  Besides it felt good to walk around
without
anything on.  I can't do that at home with my mom there.
      "The next night I slept naked with you so that you would do me
again,
but I guess I went to sleep before you did.  Then my legs started hurting
so
bad. I liked it when you rubbed them and I wanted you to rub the rest of
me,
too.  Then last night, I really wanted you to play with me.  It was kind
of
embarrassing to give myself a hard on, but it was okay 'cause you did me
and
that is what I wanted.  So, you see, it is what I want and I like it when
you
do me."
      "Well, I am glad it worked out this way, Adam.  I really do love you
and
always will. You really excite me, too, and I love seeing you naked.  I
want
to have sex with you like we have, but if ever you don't want to do it
anymore, we will stop.  Okay?"
      "Okay, but I don't think I will.  It's too much fun!"
      I hugged the boy to me and kissed his forehead.  "I love you, Adam,"
I
said.
      Soon it was time for me to take him home. I knew his mother would be
waiting.  We loaded all of his things back into the car.  His mother
greeted
him joyfully.  Then we sat down and told her all of the details of our
trip.
Well, maybe not ALL the details, but we covered everything about the
bicycle
ride.