From: apueri@wowmail.com (Amador Pueri)
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Subject: Boy on a Motorcycle (M/b; oral; anal; cons)
Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 07:05:59 GMT

Previous stories by Amador Pueri:
"Soreass"
"Luke and the Superintendent"
"Catamite"

Boy on a Motorcycle
By Amador Pueri

        I wasn't drunk when I left the bar, considering that I had to ride my
motorcycle home.  I usually can get plastered because I usually go to bars in
my neighborhood, but tonight I went to the leather bar across town to hang out
with some rough-trade friends.  I was dressed for the part too: leather jacket,
T-shirt, blue jeans, boots and black leather chaps and cap-total leatherman.
And I had more than my share of cruisy looks and propositions mainly from lowly
pig bottoms that'd crawl over to me a lick my boots.  Since it had been only
four months since I broke up with Matt, I was not at all interested in another
bottom.  Matt was in his mid-twenties and a complete flake.  That I found out
around month three when he came home one night tweaking.  I forgave him and
gave him another chance, which he blew the very next week.  I threw him out the
next day.  For the following I felt a bit lonely but I didn't miss Matt.  It
was over the next few weeks I slowly realized that losing Matt was not the
cause of my loneliness.  I found myself noticing young boys more and more
often.  Not boys in the sense of twinkies or teens but real boys like little
kids.
        I have to admit I've always been sexually attracted to young boys,
prepubescent boys especially, but had never ever acted on those feelings other
than fantasizing about having sex with a youngster.  I have been tempted to buy
a computer to start surfing the net to find the kiddy porn I'd heard so much
about.  But I realized most was that I needed the real thing, a little guy in
my life but not just for sex, to be a companion.  
        Now, it wasn't like I was thinking about all this when I walked towards
my bike.  Hell, I couldn't tell you what I wasn't thinking about but it
probably wasn't boys.  The funny thing was that if I had said something like,
"I wish for a boy," I would have found my wish come true because as I walked
towards my bike among the many bikes parked with it, I saw him.  He couldn't
have been more than ten, this shaggy-haired boy astride my Harley pretending to
ride.  He was making all the proper noises, revving up, changing gears and
squealing tires.  He was obviously so involved in his reverie that he didn't
notice me coming up behind me.  I watched him for a few minutes before I
stepped over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
        "Can I see your license and registration please."
        The kid startled back and tried to scramble off the bike.
        "Shit!  I'm sorry, man.  I wasn't gonna steal it or nothin'."
        "Relax, kid.  It's O.K."
        He settled down and smiled.  I gazed on his face for a moment, studying
it, memorizing it.  He had a bright smile, though his teeth were a little
crooked and yellow.  His eyes were beautiful, big, bright and ice blue.  He had
a perfect little freckled nose.  He was wearing a grimy light-blue sweatshirt,
baggy jeans worn at the knees, scruffy skateboard-type sneakers and an Oakland
A's baseball cap.
        "Cool bike.  It's a Harley, right?"
        "That it is."
        "I hope I get a bike like this when I grow up."
        "You want to go for a spin?"  My mouth said that before my brain
considered it.
        "Really?" the kid replied with boyish enthusiasm.
        "Yeah.  You got any place to go?"  The kid was in a parking lot near a
gay leather bar at one o'clock in the morning, so I doubted he had to be home
anytime soon.  
        "No, sir!"
        "Let's ride, then!"
        I gestured for him to climb on.  I handed him the helmet and told him
to put it on.  Of course, it was too big for him and I had to adjust the strap
to its limit.  He wasn't too pleased at wearing a helmet but he didn't put up
an argument.  I got on the bike myself, started it up and we took off.  The kid
wrapped his arms around my waist tightly.  At first I thought it was because he
was scared but I felt him rest his head on my back.  I imagined it was because
he wanted someone to hold; he wanted affection. 
        We took a quick ride around the park and then I headed home.  When we
were stopped at traffic light, I asked him where he lived.  
        "Can I go home with you?" he asked.  
        "Don't you have a place to stay?"
        "Not really.  I mean, I usually crash at my friend's place but I'd
rather go home with you.  If you want me."
        That last comment stirred my loins.  "If you want me."  Kid, you don't
how bad I want you, I thought to myself.  
        "It's no problem for me."
        "Cool."
        With that, the light changed and we drove off.  We got back to my place
in a few minutes and I led him into my flat.
        "Are you hungry?"
        "Yeah, I guess."
        "I got some frozen dinners I can nuke."  
        I head for the kitchen as the boy looked around a bit, then sat down at
the kitchen table.  I open the 'fridge and looked through the stack of entrees
I had.  
        "I got fried chicken, lasagna, burritos.  There's pizza, too."
        "Pizza sounds good."
        "It'll take a little longer 'cause I have to cook it in the oven.  Is
that OK?"
        "Yeah, that's cool.  I can wait."
I popped the pizza in the oven then went to get something for us to drink.  It
was late so I thought that a non-caffeinated drink would be better.  It looked
like the kid was getting sleepy anyway.  So I poured us two glasses of milk and
then joined him at the table.
        "You know, we don't even know each other's name.  I'm Mike."
        "My name's Nicky."
        We shook hands.  His hand was warm and soft, and so small in my hand.
        "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to-"
        "I know.  What's a young kid like me doing on the streets?"
        "Yeah."
        "Well, my folks split up when I was a baby and I was living with my
mom.  Then she lost her job and started drinking and then we got kicked out of
our apartment because she couldn't pay the rent.  Then we lived in a shelter
for a while.  Then she left the shelter one day and I haven't seen her since."
        He sighed and looked sad but didn't seem to be on the verge of tears.
He was a tough kid.
        "How long have you been out on the streets?"
        "Almost a year.  They were going to put me in foster care but I didn't
want to do it.  I thought my mom wouldn't be able to find me."
        "How old are you?"
        "Nine and a half."
        I couldn't believe that this kid had been on his own at such a young
age.  I wondered if he had been hustling to survive but I didn't have the nerve
to ask him.  I didn't want him to think I took him in just to have sex with
him.  This kid looked like he desperately needed help and I wanted to save him.
Sex could wait.
        "Listen, you look like you haven't had a bath in a while.  Why don't
you get cleaned up while the pizza bakes."
        "Yeah," he said, sounding tired.  "I'd really like that."
        "I can throw your clothes in the washer.  They look like they need a
good washing too."
        He took a sniff of his sweatshirt and made a face.  "You're right."  He
stripped it off and handed it to me, then stood to take off his pants.  I was
surprised that he wasn't wearing any underwear.  Finally, he removed his socks
and handed them to me with his jeans.  I gazed over his naked body, gloriously
smooth.  He was skinny, underfed but not malnourished.  He was very lean.  His
little penis was uncut and couldn't have more than an inch long.  
        "Where's the bathroom?" he asked, snapping me out of my staring.
        "This way."
        I led him to the bathroom, making a short stop at the washing machine
to put his clothes in.  I grabbed a towel and handed it to him, then entered
the bathroom.
        "Shower or bath?"
        "Shower.  It'll be quicker."
        "Shampoo and soap over there."  I indicated to the rack on the wall,
then turned on the water.  "Just come on out when your ready.  The pizza should
be done by then."
        "Thanks."
        "Yell if you need anything."
        "OK."
        I started to leave when I felt a tug at my shirt.
        "Mike?"
        I turned around.  "Yeah, kid?"
        Nicky wrapped his arms around my waist and started to cry.  I placed
one hand on the back of his and the other on his bare shoulder.  
        "I love you, Mike."
        "Oh, Nicky.  You don't have to say that.  We just met."  I knelt down
and looked into his tear-filled eyes.  I wiped his tears away.    "You don't
have to say that to make me like you or to get me to let you stay.  I'm not
going to hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to, OK?  I promise."
I hugged him tightly, resisting the temptation to cop a feel.
        "OK."
        "Now get in the shower before the hot water runs out."
        I kissed him on the forehead, turned him around and gave his tight
little butt a pat as he got into the tub.  I closed the curtain and stepped
out, leaving the door slightly ajar so I could hear him if he call out.  I
adjusted my rock-hard cock after I got to the kitchen.  It was going to be
tough to resist his sexy little body but I had to.  I made him a promise.
        Fifteen minutes later, the pizza was done and Nicky was clean.  I gave
him a T-shirt to wear, apologizing that it was the only thing that I had for
him to wear that would fit him, which was the truth.  He didn't mind and
concentrated on scarfing down the pizza.  He ate three slices and two glasses
of milk.  
        "Where am I going to sleep?" he said, wiping his mouth with thin his
forearm.
        "On the couch, I guess.  It folds out.  It's comfortable."
        "Oh, sure."  
        I recognized the disappointment despite his smile.  "Is that OK?"
        He shrugged and looked to the side.  "Yeah, I guess.  I was just kinda
hoping that..."  He looked at the floor.  "...I could sleep with you tonight."
        "Really?"  He smiled shyly.  Then I nodded my head.  "If you want to,
it's fine with me."
        "Cool.  Can we go to bed now?"
        "That's a good idea, Sport.  I'm beat."
        "Me too."  He yawned and stretched.
        I carried the dishes into the kitchen with Nicky at my heels.  I put
the dishes in the sink, leaving them for tomorrow, then led Nicky to my
bedroom.  He got in bed as I stripped to my underwear.  I didn't think it was
the time for me to get naked-I usually slept in the buff-thinking he might feel
that I was going to have sex with him.  He crawled under the covers, and yawned
and stretched again.  When I get in bed myself, he immediately cuddled up to
me.  I put my arm around him and held him close.
        "You have a really nice body," Nicky said quietly.  "I like your
muscles.  They're so big."
        "Thanks, Nicky.  You've got a cute little body yourself."
        "Yeah, little.  I wish I wasn't so puny."
        "Don't worry baby, you'll be bigger in a few years."
        He nuzzled my left pec, put his little hand on my right one, and humped
my thigh a couple of times.  I listened as his breathing slowed a bit and after
a short time he stopped fondling my tit.  I figured he fell asleep, so I
reached into my shorts and adjusted my cock, which was unbearably hard and
uncomfortably pointing down.  I stroked it a couple of times but stopped when I
realized I couldn't cum with Nicky right next to me.  I might wake him and I
really couldn't clean up after.  I just took me hand out and tried to fall
asleep.
        "Mike, do you want to have sex with me?"
        I didn't know if I should answer that question honestly.  The truth
might scare him and if I told him no, I might wreck any chances for us to have
sex later.  I decided to make a semi-joke about it.
        "Not right now."
        "Then later?  Like tomorrow?"  He actually sounded hopeful.
        "Have you ever had sex before?" He was quiet for a minute, then said,
"No, not really.  I mean, once this guy paid me twenty bucks for my underwear
when I was at the Y.  And I used to suck off another boy at the shelter.  He
sucked me too."  
        "Did you ever have sex for money?"
        "No, but I got a lot of offers."
        "Weren't you ever worried about someone forcing you?"
        "No.  I probably would've liked it."
        "Why do you think I want to have sex with you?"
        "Well, most guys I tried to get to take me just brushed me off.  You're
the only one who talked to me and wanted to be my friend."  
        "That doesn't mean I want to have sex with you."
        "But I kinda want to.  I mean I like getting sucked off and sucking
dick.  I figured it'd be cool with since you're a grown-up and all."
        I hugged him tightly to me and kissed him on the top of his still-damp
head.  "I'd really like that, Nicky.  We can do stuff tomorrow after a good
night's sleep, OK?"
        "OK."  He fidgeted around, trying to get comfortable then said,
"Is it OK if I take off the T-shirt?  It's bunching up and it's hot, too."
        "Yeah, if you want."
        Nicky shifted around to take off the shirt and tossed it on the floor.
        "You can take of your underwear if you want."
        I slipped my briefs off and tossed them to the floor as well.  Nicky
clutched me tightly and sighed.  "I love you, Mike."
        "I love you too, Nicky."
        It was true.  I'd fallen in love with him.

        As I woke up, I gradually became aware of a wonderful feeling on my
cock.  When I opened my eyes, I found the covers had been pulled back and Nicky
was settled between my legs, my thick cock in his sweet little mouth.  I moaned
at the sight and placed my hands on his head.
        "Suck it, kid!  Suck my cock!"
        He looked up at me and let my dick slip out of his mouth.  "Do you want
to fuck my ass?"
        "Just keep sucking me, Nicky.  You're doing great!"
        He dove back down on my cock.  The kid was amazing.  Not too many men
could suck like this little boy could and the fact that he was just nine years
old was even more of a turn on.  Nicky could only take about half of my
nine-inch tool but he could deep-throat it expertly.  I stroked his hair gently
as his head bobbed up and down.  He took my balls in his little hand and
fondled them gently.  THe boy was definitely more experienced that he had told
me.
        I finally decided that I had to sample his boystuff so I pulled his
head off my cock and told him to flip himself around so that we got into a 69
position.  He immediately went back down on me and I gobbled down his little
prick and balls.  He moaned as my tongue massaged his tender boyhood.  Within a
few moments, I felt his peter start to throb and Nicky groaned loudly.  He had
his orgasm!  I let his stuff out of my mouth and I started licking to his
hairless butthole.  I loved rimming and often made my lovers shave their
buttholes to make it even more enjoyable.  Now I had the smoothest ass I'd ever
had right in front of me, and a tight, little pink rosebud that I could use as
I pleased.  I admired its beauty for a few moments, then jammed my face between
his delectable butt cheeks and started licking.  Nicky moaned with pleasure as
I tongued his hole vigorously.  I'd also treat his little balls and dick to a
good tongue-lashing.  Then I felt the boy let my cock out his mouth.
        "Mike, you wanna fuck my ass now?"
        I pulled him back by his waist, then turned him around so that he faced
me.
        "Are you sure you want me too.  My dick's pretty big and it might
hurt."
        "Oh yeah.  I like getting fucked."
        "I thought you said you only sucked dick."
        "Well, one of the guys I used to suck off fucked me a couple of times.
I really liked it."
        "Well, if you think you can handle it, lube my dick up and ride it,
boy!"
        I gestured to the nightstand and Nicky reached over to get the lube I
kept in there.  He quickly opened the container and slicked up my cock.  I took
the bottle from him and squirted some of the goo onto my fingers then started
to spread it on his tight butthole.  I jammed my finger into him and wiggled it
around.  Nicky sighed as my finger explored deeper into his rectum.  I was
amazed at the tightness and also the way the boy pushed back against my finger.
        "You're really hot for this, aren't you?"
        "Oh, yeah.  I love it!"
        "You think you're ready for this?"  I grabbed my cock and waggled it.
        "I think so.  I wanna try."
        "OK, let's go!"
        I shifted him around so that he faced me and positioned him so that his
ass was at my crotch.
        "Now lift up so I can put it on your hole." 
        He followed my directions and I felt my cockhead touch his anus.
        "OK, now just relax your butthole and kinda sink down on it."
        I felt his anus twitch, then open up a little to allow my cock to
penetrate him.  We moaned together.  I put my hands on his smooth thighs and
caressed them.  He looked so beautiful there, his eyes closed and mouth open in
ecstasy as he slowly sank down and more and more of my cock entered him.
        "Oh yeah," he sighed, "Man, it's so big.  Feels so good."
        "God Nicky, you're so sexy and your ass is so tight.  So hot!"
        He leaned forward a little and put his hands on my chest.  Then he
started to lift his hips slowly off mine until I could feel the head of my cock
catch his anal ring.  Nicky then sat back again slowly.  He continued this
up-and-down motion, gradually increasing the speed of his bucking.  Before long
he was riding my cock like a piston, his face an expression of total pleasure.
I started to buck my hips to meet his downward thrusts and saw my cock enter
him all the way.  This little boy was taking all of my nine-inch cock!  I'd
fucked men who couldn't handle my meat and this little guy wanted more!  I felt
myself getting closer to shooting but I wanted to stay in him a little longer
so I stopped him.
        "Let's try another position."
        He pulled himself off my cock and then waited for me to tell him what
to do.
        "Get on your hands and knees."
        Nicky quickly got into position.  I knelt behind him and slid my cock
back inside him.  He moaned loudly then looked back, and said huskily, "Fuck me
hard, Mike."
        I wasn't about to disappoint him and began banging his butt at full
throttle.  I held his hips and slid him back and forth on my cock.  I really
couldn't hold off from cumming and fell on top of him.  I shot intense load
deep inside him, an orgasm like I'd never felt before.  We were bathed in sweat
and breathing hard, like we'd both run a marathon.
        "Oh god, Nicky, that was so good!"
        "Yeah!  Intense man!"
        "You are such a good boy."  I rolled off him and pulled my half-hard
cock out of him.  "Come here."  I turned him around and hugged him tightly.
"Do you want to be my boy, my fuck boy?"
        "Can I?" he replied excitedly.  "That's so cool!"
        "Yeah, I'll take care of you and everything and we can have sex
anytime."
        "Oh, Mike!  I love you so much!"
        "I love you too, Nicky."

        I got Nicky to stay with me legally, through a friend I had in child
welfare.  I was officially Nicky's foster father in a few weeks and I filed
formal adoption papers.  I was lucky that I lived in such a liberal city, where
a gay man adopting a young boy was looked upon with only a bit of suspicion.  I
had some influential friends vouch for me, and by the end of the summer, Nicky
was my son.  He entered the fourth grade that fall and flourished.  I knew he
was a bright kid, especially adept at math.  Before long he was in an advanced
program and impressing all the teachers at the school.  I had to buy him a
computer and before long, he was teaching me a few things.
        I had set some ground rules with Nicky when I became his foster father.
Aside from the usual household rules, I had to make sure that he understood the
consequences if anyone found out about the sexual side of our relationship.  I
made him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone, including his friends, about
what we did in bed.  I told him he could fool around with his friends but only
if they initiated the sex, and he shouldn't show them anything new.  He agreed
and told me that I'd be the only one he'd want to have sex with.  I explained
to him that there might come a time that he'd meet a boy-or even a girl-that
he'd meet and fall in love with, and that it's be OK with me.  I'd understand.
He promised me that he'd never be in love with someone other than me.  I
promised him the same, that he was the only one I'd ever love. 

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