Date: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 11:26:00 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 6 - Lively Boys

Lively Boys
[Part 6 - Lively Boys - Dressing right for the bike]

****

They are wrong!  The 'THEY' to whom I am referring is society at large or
at least those who tell you and try to convince you that boys are not wired
differently than girls.  Science and anthropology combine to reaffirm that
even after all of the years humans have been on this earth boys are
different from girls in virtually all aspects as a general rule of thumb.
No matter how society tries to engineer them, boys will always be the rough
and tumble, aggressive, playful, and even sexually curious little creatures
I find very attractive to be around.

Boys, yes even those staunchly heterosexual ones, will on average say yes
to a blowjob from another boy or even a man if they know they will not be
publicly embarrassed for receiving it.  A smaller number will even allow
you to touch, caress, lick and even fuck their precious little asses.  A
larger percentage will allow you to touch them to include touching their
penises.  Most crave the physical attention and contact of other males
(boys and more so of men).  Their desire to be accepted as a man is so
ingrained that a few will submit to almost any type of test or ritual in
order to gain that acceptance - even if there is a lot of discomfort and
some pain.

This story depicts and or references the sexual activity between an adult
male and an underage boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type
of story, then stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

Gary - older male
Lucas - 13 almost 14 year old boy

*****

... joined Lucas in the living room and we went out into the garage.  I hit
the button that opened the garage door and keyed in the combination to the
lock box on the wall, it popped open and I retrieved the keys to the
Midnight Metallic Blue Harley Davidson FLHTCUI.  I climbed aboard and
righted the bike up off its kickstand and brought it to life.  That classic
throbbing Harley sound filled the garage, the smell of freshly started
motorcycle filled the air as I let the bike warm a little.

I helped Lucas adjust his helmet, made sure his jacket was zipped up and
gloves on.  I put on my helmet and sunglasses and nodded to Lucas
indicating he could mount the bike and settle in behind me.  He climbed
aboard and hugged me tightly.

I walked the bike backwards and angled out of the garage down the driveway
a bit and upon clearing the garage bay door I pressed the button of the
remote opener and the garage door motored down.  I put the bike into gear,
goosed the throttle some more and eased out the clutch to get the bike
moving forward in a tight left hand turn and soon we were at the bottom of
the driveway.  I looked over my shoulder and nodded at Lucas, he nodded and
beamed back at me.  I goosed the throttle heavily and let the clutch ease
out as the bike engaged and off we went saluting the neighborhood with that
throaty iconic sound all real Harley's make.  We headed to one of my
favorite stores.

***** Part 6 - Lively Boys - Dressing right for the bike

Thirty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of one of my favorite
stores.  An eclectic place owned and operated by a friend of mine.  Myrna
Landrieu is a very interesting character, he is a tall black drag queen
from the south with lineage from one of the islands.  He is the most
enchanting person you will ever meet and he knows how to treat his
customers right.  If he doesn't have it in stock he will either special
order it or make it himself.

Straight burly bikers, maybe even some biker gang types too, as well as gay
guys like myself patronize Myrna's establishment.  Myrna knows what works
with bikers, the right clothing and gear and wide selection from the
conservative to the outlandish.  Definitely a shock for the first time
visitor, but Myrna makes everyone feel at home and genuinely special as a
customer.  However, I thought I better get permission from Jennifer before
we went inside.  This will be a definite, um, shock and or be a learning
experience for Lucas.

We pulled up in front of the store.  'Mama Myrna's' is a gathering place
for those needing boots, gloves, helmets, jackets, and all of the
accessories for riding and then some.  Primarily the riders of Harley's and
other throaty bikes.  Customers can find most everything they want or need
here at Myrna's place, a few of the rice rocket riders come here too, but
they have the most difficult time understanding why some 2nd Amendment
defending, conservative, heterosexual father of three has no challenge with
a drag queen checking his inseam while a group of gays may smile, wink and
nod at him as he wanders the store.  Like I said, it's Myrna's attitude
towards the customers that fosters the desire to come back.

Amazing atmosphere that draws everyone in, Myrna is the glue and charm that
keeps his customers happy and coming back.  No one seems to express any
type of bigotry or ill will to others once they walk through the doors of
Myrna's place, if they ever did they would be reminded by those inside that
their money isn't accepted and quickly escorted out by Myrna, an employee
or one of his customers.

I walked the bike backwards into a parking space and shut it down.  I
removed my helmet as did Lucas.  I fished out my cell phone, turned
sideways a bit and laid a hand on Lucas's thigh keeping him in place on my
rear seat.  I keyed up Jennifer's number.

Jennifer answered on the second ring.  "Hi Gary.  Apparently you survived
being chaperoned."  She stated.

I sighed a bit and blushed as well then replied, thinking 'Oh, if you only
knew...'.  "Hi Jennifer, yes, your little man was a firm supervisor for me
last night.  Kept me in check for sure."

I turned the phone to Lucas and he greeted his mom.  "Hi mom, Uncle Gary
and I are out on his Harley."

I put the phone back to my ear as Jennifer began her reply.  "Gary, you be
careful with him.  Of course I know you will, but remember he is my
precious boy.  Keep him safe."

"Yes, I will make sure he stays safe.  In fact that is one reason I
called."  I said and then continued.  "I was going to get him some new
gear, since he appears to be outgrowing some of the stuff he owns already."

"Gary you don't have to buy him things."  Jennifer stated.

"Let me spoil him my way, okay?"  I responded questioningly.  "Anyway, we
are here at Mama Myrna's, but before we go inside I wanted to make sure you
were okay with me taking him inside."

I could hear some laughter on the other end.  Jennifer knew Myrna and I
remember how intrigued she was the day Craig and she came with me to
Myrna's to get Jennifer outfitted with some riding gear.  Craig and I had a
good time laughing and such while Jennifer adjusted to the atmosphere,
clientele and owner of Mama Myrna's.

"Oh my.  Gary.  Um, well, I trust your judgment here.  Remember he is only
13, he may not understand the whole drag queen thing.  However, you have my
permission to take him inside, just be there for him if he gets a little
weirded out by the whole scene, please."  Jennifer consented.

I laughed.  "Sure thing.  I will take really good care of your boy."  I
promised and then added.  "After we are done here I would like to treat
Lucas to a ride on the loop up into the mountains if that is okay?"  I
asked.

"Okay, have him home by midnight."  Jennifer consented.

"Sure thing.  Love you.  Bye."  I said and Jennifer said goodbye as well
and the call ended.

I turned to Lucas.  "Your mom gave me permission to take you inside.
Before we go inside though, I want you to know that this store will
probably be something you have never experienced before and if you get
uncomfortable or want to leave at any time just let me know and we will
leave.  Okay?"

Lucas looked at me with cocked eyebrows.  "Ohh, okay, what am I going to
see that will be so weird?"  Lucas asked.

"Difficult to explain, you just have to see and experience it for
yourself."  I said.

I steadied the bike as Lucas climbed off the side and then I set the
kickstand firmly in place, let the weight of the bike lean onto the stand
and hiked my leg off over the seat and stood next to Lucas.  We put our
gloves in our helmets and I locked them in the trunk.  I fished out a
couple of baseball caps, handed one to Lucas and cinched the other one onto
my head firmly setting the brim in a military fashion.

I unzipped my coat and Lucas followed suit.  We strode towards the front
door of Mama Myrna's.  I opened and held the door for Lucas as he stepped
through into the place.  The first thing one notices, the decor of course,
eclectic to the core, but also for those who like the smell of leather well
that smell permeates the place.  As we strode through the place I looked
over at Lucas who was looking at all of the displays and the clothing:
jeans, boots, jackets, chaps, helmets, gloves, feather boas (yes, odd and
yet not), lamp shades, tons of mirrors, etc.  (I think you get the idea).
No it was not an adult novelty store, but only barely not.  After all it
was legal to allow minors on the premises.

Myrna spotted me from where he sat on a stool behind the main cash
register.  "Well, Well, Lawwdy Beee.  Is it mawy sexaay soldier boy come to
shop at maw stawre?"  Myrna expressed with that southern drawl and a hint
of either Cajun or some other island style dialect.  One of these days I
will ask for all of the sordid details as to where Myrna hails from, but up
till now I haven't.  "Mmmm, mmm, fine as the day I fuurst laight eyes on
you."  Myrna greeted me and came out from behind the counter.

Myrna stands about 6' 2" and weighs easily 300 lbs with a couple of firm 17
1/2 inch biceps a 52 inch chest and strong sturdy muscular legs.  He
typically wears those wedge type platform shoes that a lot of girls wear.
Today he was dressed in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a sleeveless
button up red blouse with his long blond hair tied up with a big red and
white polka dotted bow.  His cocoa colored skin tones accentuated with blue
eye makeup and dark cherry colored lipstick.

He hugged me and hefted me clean off the ground.  Set me down, planted a
big kiss on my cheek leaving a set of dark cherry lips prominently visible
for the world to see, he squeezed then gently patted my right butt cheek.
"UMMMM, hmmm, hunnnee youze still my fine soldier boy for sure."

I kissed Myrna on the cheek and shook my head.  "Oh Myrna, it has been a
long time since I was a boy.  Thanks for making me feel special."  I
responded and turned to look at Lucas who stood frozen to the spot about 6
inches from my right butt cheek, half hidden from view by my body.  His
eyes were wide and he looked like he was about to faint.

Myrna looked around me and down at Lucas "Ya'll brought candy as well, mmm
hmmm."  Myrna stated.

Myrna bent down closer to Lucas and greeted him, "Mmm, haaa tere youuu
handsome little man."  Myrna said to Lucas and reached out to gently brush
his cheek with his hand.

Lucas blushed a deep crimson and stammered, "Unn, unnn, ohhh, ummm, hi."
He said.

Myrna stood upright and laughed so loud all of the rest of the customers
were now looking in our direction.  "Is he ya'lls son?  Hmmm."  Myrna
queried and cocked his head and eyebrows at me.

I shook my head.  "I would be the proudest dad alive if he were, but he is
Jennifer's son."  I said and smiled at Lucas who smiled back at me.  Myrna
remembered Jennifer, but I doubt had ever met Lucas before since Jennifer
rarely came into the store without me.

Myrna said "Well dayyyummm, two sexsay boys in hiere, I need some air.
Lawwdyy."  Myrna started fanning himself with his hand.  Lucas still looked
like he was about to pass out and he blushed so deeply he now looked like a
lobster fresh out the cook pot.

I chuckled and turned sideways so that Lucas's teen frame was not
completely hidden from view.  I gestured towards Lucas and spoke.  "Myrna
Landrieu, this is Lucas Turner the handsome son of my dearest friend
Jennifer."

Myrna smiled brightly again and bent towards Lucas once more.  Myrna was a
contradiction of course, muscle bound body capped with a chiseled featured
face, smooth satiny cocoa toned skin all dolled up to match the lady
within.  He was as gay or gayer than me, held his own as a sturdy power
bottom **[um, well, a story for another time]**.  He was a drag queen
through and through and could sing, oh and by the way he sings a lot of
Dolly Parton songs, very well just so you know.

Myrna spoke to Lucas in a very welcoming and complimentary manner, "Mawy oh
mawy, young master Lucas, now thaat I gott a closer look, yaa look like
youawre daddy for sure.  Mmm, hmm."  He paused in thought then quickly
continued, "Craig.  Mmmm, yeah.  Sexaay straight guy.  Youz jussas sexaay."
He said to Lucas, which of course deepened the blushing.

I laughed, Lucas looked at me.  "Uncle Gary, what's so funny."  He asked.

Before I could respond, Myrna looked at me with a little smirk and cocked
eyebrow.  "Mmm, Uncle Gary?"  He asked.

Now it was my turn to blush a bit.  Which I think did not go unnoticed by
Lucas, but he did not say anything.  I responded first to Myrna, "Yes,
Myrna, Jennifer let's him call me Uncle, though we are not related by
blood.  It's the closest I can get.  I am not out to replace Craig."

I then looked back at Lucas.  "To clarify why I was laughing.  Lucas, the
first time I brought Craig in here, Myrna... " I paused, winked at Myrna,
smiled and then continued, "Well, Myrna thought for sure your dad and I
were an item.  Myrna is right, your dad was one sexy straight guy and you
have inherited his looks."  I finished.

Lucas smiled, "Cool.  So, my dad was sexy too.  Why would he come in this
place?"  He asked and then immediately apologized, "No offense, but aren't
you gay and aren't all of these guys gay as well?"  He finished looking
around.

Myrna burst out laughing and I laughed as well.  Lucas was a bit more
confused.  Myrna looked at Lucas, "Oh hunnnee, youze gawt the same sense of
humor yuawre daddy had.  Yes, this stawre is owne n operated by one flaming
queen fur sure, me Mama Myrna."  Myrna exclaimed and gestured to himself
then continued "Myaa little sexaay man, all are welcome at Mama Myrna's, we
do nawt judge any yun.  Youze daddy had da same questionz, but after youze
Unca Gary heere tole him about how wonderfuh dis stawre waz he became likes
family.  Sexaay man, too bad fur Gary heere he waz taken by youze mama.  'N
I am so sad youze haf to grow up wit out him around, such a wonderfuh man
youze daddy waz."

Lucas smiled and made me very proud when he sincerely accepted the
compliments.  "Gee, thanks for the compliment and not freaking out on me.
Nice store."

I would have loved to hang out there being entertained by Myrna and trying
on several outfits, but I wanted to get Lucas updated and back on the bike
for the little trek I had planned.  "Myrna, I would dearly love to chat
more, but I want to spend some money, need to get Lucas here some new boots
and a new jacket.  He is hitting a growth spurt again and of course is in
need of bigger items."  I said.

Myrna smiled and nodded.  "Fuh sure sweetay.  I will handle tis
personally."  He said and then asked, "Do youze need anythang for youze
sexsay bod, Gary dear?"  He asked.

I shook my head, "Not today, I think I am all set, but would like a
coffee."  I replied.

Myrna nodded and looked over at the far counter and hollered for some
assistance.  "Ohh Frankiee dear."

I turned and looked in the direction Myrna had indicated and saw 'Frankie'
stand up and look in our direction.  He must have been a newer employeed as
I had not seen him in here before.  Nice looking, about 5' 8", auburn hair
over the ears, about 19 maybe early twenties.  He wandered our way and came
up to Myrna.

"Yes, Mama Myrna, what can I do for you?"  He asked.

Myrna said, "Woold youze be so kind an get Gary heeare a nice cup o coffee
pleazea?"

He looked at me and I swear checked me out, then smiled and responded.
"Sure thing Mama Myrna."  Then asked me, "Do you prefer it black or with
some cream?"

He tilted his head a bit and smiled at me as he waited for my answer.

I responded, "I like either equally, but today I am in the mood for cream."

He smiled and I thought maybe even blushed a bit, "Okay, cream it is, be
back in a moment."  He said and turned to head off to get my coffee.

Lucas snorted a bit.  I looked at him and he cocked his eyebrows at me.
"Flirt much, do you?"  He asked.

Little turkey, he was more aware than I had previously given him credit. I
basically did a double take and Myrna smirked as well as chuckled.  "Hey,
um."  I started to respond, paused and continued.  "Well, he is kind of
cute you know.  Just so you know, I flirt with any guy that catches my
eye."  I said.

Myrna looked at me, still smirking then using his thumb and forefinger of
his right hand, traced along his lips, licked them and asked.  "Well, um,
yez Gary.  Frankiee is cute the cutie, but tatt is only one of thee reasons
he is employied heare."  Myrna smiled.  "Hez a valuuuable employee."

Myrna stood straight up, put the elbow of his right arm in his left hand
against his bulky chest as he rested his chin on his fist.  "Now, youze waz
sayin about needen some items for Lucas."

I nodded.  "He needs a new pair of Riddick Performance boots, a new jacket
and I was thinking about a pair of your custom jeans."  I said and as I
mentioned each item Myrna nodded and 'uh hummed' in agreement until I
mentioned the jeans.  At that point he looked at me with an 'are you
serious' look.

I shrugged my shoulders.  "I think he would look great in them."  I
answered to the non verbal question.

Myrna looked at Lucas, kind of sizing him up.  "Ohhkay, wat size of boots
my yung man?"  He asked Lucas.

Lucas looked down at his boot clad feet, wiggled them around a bit and
said, "These are nines, but are very tight."  He answered.

Wow bigger feet on this boy than me.  Was what I thought.  Myrna nodded and
said.  "Oookay, I will geat a size ten and we will see if tat duz it."
Myrna looked at Lucas and twirled his finger around indicating that he
wanted Lucas to turn completely around.  "Lucas lem me see dat frame of
youarze, wit youare amrs out like dis."  He said holding his arms straight
out.

Lucas turned around slowly with his arms outstretched like Myrna had
indicated.  I smiled and thought he was definitely a sexy boy.  My cock
lurched and thickened a bit in my jeans.

Myrna noded his head indicating it was what he wanted.  Frankie came back
with my coffee as Lucas was turning around and as his back was showing,
Frankie nodded too and whispered to me, "He is such a cutie.  You are a
lucky dad."

I shook my head slightly and responded in a whisper, "Not my son, but lucky
me for sure."

As Lucas completed his turn and came back around to face the three of us he
stopped and looked at me and Frankie as we were chatting.  Myrna nodded
again and looked at Frankie.  "Frankiee, you can flirt with mawy sexaay
soldier boy later, we haf to outfit Lucas hearea.  Need a size ten of the
Riddick Performance bootz."  He stated and then looked at me, "What type a
jacket?"  Then he turned back to Frankie and gave some direction.
"Frankiee please get the bootz and bring me a tape mezure over at the
dressing lounge."

Frankie headed off to the shoe area while Lucas, Myrna and me headed over
to the changing room.  As we walked, led by Myrna who swished his hips, his
strong muscular butt and legs accentuated by the fact he was wearing 3 inch
tall wedged heels, making him tower over most everybody.  Lucas tugged at
my jacket and caught my attention.

I leaned over and asked as we were walking, "What's up?"

Lucas replied, "Um, are you interested in Frankie?"

I shrugged my shoulders and responded, "Somewhat, why?"

"He is cute I guess.  Just wondering."  Lucas replied.

"Would it bother you if I invited him out or to come home with me?"  I
pressed.  Yes, maybe a little bit of my bad boy side kind of showing
through.

Lucas looked at me and bit his lower lip a little.  "Um, well.  I guess
not, do you want to do, um tonight?"  He asked.

I looked at him.  "Lucas, I am with you tonight.  I would not just rush you
home to hook up with someone, even a sexy guy like Frankie or even Myrna.
If that is what has you worried."

I wanted to add 'unless you want to join in' however, I did not want to
push him towards something he would have felt obligated or pressured into.
He seemed to accept my comment.

We arrived at the dressing room and Myrna had Lucas take off his coat.
Frankie joined us with a couple of boxes of the requested boots within a
range of sizes.  He also had brought some thicker boot socks and the tape
measure.

Myrna thanked him and handed Lucas' jacket to him.  I sipped my coffee as
Myrna measured Lucas.  He noted the measurements of Lucas' chest, waist and
arms (fingertip to fingertip), and neck.  Myrna politely asked Lucas if he
would take off his boots, which Lucas sat down and did.

After Lucas removed his boots and stood back up Myrna looked at him and
professionally requested permission of Lucas and from me if it was okay to
measure Lucas' inseam.  Lucas was somewhat unfamiliar with the term and he
asked Myrna "What's the inseam?"

I chuckled and was going to interject, but Myrna offered a response.
"Lucas deear.  It isz the lengtht of youarze leg from youarze crotch to the
bottom or youarze leg."  He stated and using his hand traced the line from
just to the side of his own bulge to the bottom of his foot where it met
the shoe.

Lucas nodded indicating he understood.  Myrna squatted down and looked up
at Lucas and with the tape measure pressed against his leg, holding one end
down at the bottom of his sock clad foot while he ran the other end gently
up the inside of his leg.  When Myrna's fingers wedged up beside Lucas'
jean clad boy package, Lucas' eyes went wide, he blushed more, swallowed
fairly hard and I swear squeaked a bit.  I smiled and took a sip of coffee
to hide the smile.

As Myrna held the tape measure to confirm the 28 and 1/2 inch inseam.
Lucas stared at me and then bit his lip and closed his eyes at which time I
noticed that he was popping a boner, which did not go unnoticed by Myrna
who looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, but did not embarrass Lucas by
drawing attention to it.  Myrna removed his hand from Lucas and stood up.
Lucas quickly adjusted his semi-erect penis as nonchalantly as possible.
We three adults standing there ignored the action, again to not embarrass
Lucas.  Heck after all, we guys all have been in that awkward position of
needing to adjust our package.

Myrna looked at me.  "Gary, I believes we have everthingt we need.  What
type of jacket, hmmm?"

I thought and said, "One of the tapered, thick leather, riding ones.  Need
to keep him warm while allowing him to show off a bit."

Myrna nodded and looked at Frankie and they chatted a bit, discussing the
proper jacket and such.  Myrna sent Frankie off to get a couple of jackets
in the correct size and also some of the jeans.

Myrna assisted Lucas with his boots and had him stand up.  I swear Lucas
was two inches taller.

Lucas started walking around, almost clomping, in the new boots.  He smiled
and nodded his head.  He looked at me.  "These are awesome."  He said.

Both Myrna and I nodded in agreement.  Frankie returned with a handful of
items, a few jackets and some jeans.  Myrna took the stack of jeans from
Frankie and held them up against Lucas' back and selected two pair which
seemed to be the right length and should fit him.

"Lucas, why don't you take off your boots and go try on these jeans."  I
said after getting them from Myrna.

Lucas nodded, sat down and pulled off his boots.  I tossed a pair of nice
riding boot socks onto the stack of jeans and said, "Put on these socks.
They will keep your feet warmer and more comfortable in the boots."

Lucas grabbed the items and Myrna opened one of the dressing rooms for him.
As he entered and then closed the door behind him, Myrna looked at me with
questioning eyes.  "Hmmmm, Gary, what area youze goin to tell hiz mama
abouts thoze jeans?"  Myrna asked in a somewhat hushed tone.

I smiled.  "I hadn't thought about that much, but I will plead insanity if
she asks.  Correction, when she asks."  I replied.

Myrna rolled his eyes and sighed.

I turned to Frankie.  "Frankie, would you like to have coffee and or dinner
with me this week?"  I asked.

He smiled and nodded.  "Sounds yummy.  Sure."  He responded.

I pulled out one of my business cards and wrote my cell phone number on the
back.  I handed him that card and another one and asked for his contact
information.  After he wrote down the information he handed the card back
to me.  I looked at it and smiled.  Frankie was biting his lower lip a bit
(something I find very attractive in a guy).

I smiled and nodded, "You are hot and bold."  I said after reading the
card.

Frankie had written: 'Hopefully you will be as tasty as the dinner.'

I wanted to ask him if he would like to find out now, but chose to wait.
"I think we will have a fun evening together."  I said.  Then continued.
"Let's plan on this Friday, plenty of busy items in my schedule this week.
I will pick you up at eight o'clock."  I said.

Frankie nodded.  "Sounds like a plan.  Oh and if you find you aren't too
busy any of the other nights prior to Friday, I am, um, available as well."
He offered.

Oh Frankie.  How much I so wanted to take you into the store room and get
started, you will never know.  "I will keep that in mind."  I responded.

He nodded and Myrna shook his head at us.  "Now boyz, do I hafta throw some
cold water on youze?"

We both laughed a bit.  As I was shaking me head and about to respond, the
dressing room door opened and Lucas poked his head out.  "Ummm, Uncle Gary?
Would you, um, come here?"  He asked.

I strode over to the dressing room and looked at Lucas.  "What's the
problem?"  I asked.

He pulled back inside and without shutting the door he asked me to come
inside.  "Umm, would you please come in here and take a look first?"

I entered the dressing room and Lucas closed the door.  He stood there in
the most stunning pair of jeans I had ever seen on a boy.  Not really a
skinny jean, but fairly tight fitting.  He had his shirt out and covering
his crotch and I could tell the jeans were not zipped or closed.

I asked.  "What's the problem?"

Lucas blushed heavily again.  "Well, it's this, umm, this..."  He lifted
his shirt to expose his brief clad semi-erect cock and the opened jeans.

I shook my head.  "So what, you have a partial boner."  I commented.

He closed his eyes, sighed and shook his head.  "Yeah, but it's not what
concerns me at the moment.  Thanks for pointing it out though, geez."  He
reprimanded me.

"Well, what then?"  I asked.

He started to cinch the jeans up.  "These jeans are weird.  There is this,
this, this pouch type thing."  He said and showed me the front of the
jeans.

I smiled and nodded.  "Yes, Myrna's own design.  It um, snuggles your parts
and sort of presents them."  I said as I cupped my hands together in like
an offering pose, palms up.

He sighed and swallowed hard.  "Well, help me get them on, but I don't have
much to show all the same."  He stated.

I smiled.  "Lucas, you are just fine.  You are still growing and besides,
be proud of what you have."  I complimented then continued.  "I think it is
nice and perfect for your age, plus it works just fine."  I finished
stating and licked my lips.

He rolled his eyes and blushed a bit more.  "Horny dude."  He stated.

I helped him position his package in the pouch of the jeans, worked with
him to nestle his smaller boy nuts and positioned his boy cock so that it
rested on top of the testicles as they sat in the cup of the front of the
jeans.  I zipped him up and cinched the button of the waist and readjusted
his package.  I also showed him how the jeans accentuated his nicely shaped
round boy butt.

My cock thickened in my jeans.  Lucas is a sexy teen boy for sure and these
jeans will make girls and boys alike drool over the package presented.
With his t-shirt tucked in his jeans I pointed to mirror and had Lucas take
a good look.

"See, sexy."  I stated.

He smiled, but shook his head.  "My jeans don't fill out like yours."  He
said.

It was my turn to roll my eyes.  "Quit putting yourself down.  You are
still growing and what is it with the body image crap?"  I asked.

He shrugged.  "Locker room jitters, I guess."  He sort of mumbled.

"We will talk about that later.  Please trust me, you have nothing to worry
about."  I reassured him.

"Okay."  He said.

"Now, put on your boots and let's show Myrna and Frankie."  I said.

Lucas sat down to put on his boots.  I exited the dressing room and closed
the door behind me.  "A bit of stage fright."  Was all I said to Myrna and
Frankie.

They both smiled and nodded.  The dressing room door opened and out stepped
Lucas.  Stunning was one word for the view.  He came out tentatively and
the three adult males, Myrna, Frankie and I, nodded and smiled.

"MMMMMM, HMMM, Hunnnee youze truely are sexsay."  Myrna commented.

Lucas twirled around a bit and accepted the compliments.  He was truly a
nice looking, sexy biker boy.  Myrna put the jacket on him and adjusted
some of the straps and buckles.  A few whistles from some of the other
customers and even a clap or two.

I looked at Myrna.  "Myrna, ring me up and let's cut the tags off.  Lucas
and I are heading out for a ride."

Myrna nodded and had Frankie work with Lucas to make sure the tags were cut
off.  I walked with Myrna to the cash register.  Frankie brought over the
tags.

$1,200.00 or so later, Lucas and I were heading out of the store.  Frankie
was going to box up the clothes that Lucas had been wearing and deliver
them to my place.

Lucas began to adjust to the different look and feel of the gear.  He
strutted around a bit as we walked out to the bike.  We put our helmets on
and I climbed aboard the bike and was about to start it when he came up to
me and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gary."

I smiled at him and nodded.  "You are very welcome.  Now, get on and hold
on.  We are going for a nice ride."  I said and righted the bike then
started it.

I steadied the bike in its upright position.  The engine came alive, love
that throaty rumble.  Lucas climbed up onto the seat behind me.  He nestled
in and then leaned forward, hugging me tight.  Oh what a feeling.

I put the bike in gear and let out the clutch.  We were off, heading for
the nice twisty road of the loop.

***** END - Part 6 - Lively Boys - Dressing right for the bike

Some would argue that I was spoiling Lucas.  Others could come to the
conclusion I was assuaging my guilt for being so firm and dominating during
his deflowering.  Hell, think what you want, Lucas is still a special
person in my life.

We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.  'Mike Lowery'

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