Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2010 10:50:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brad
Subject: Mortocycle Love Chapter 1

MOTORCYLE LOVE

Chapter 1

Being a boy lover is not the easiest thing to be in a world that it calls
horrible things. Many people just do not realize the amount of true love
that can be between a young man of 13 or 14 and that of a man my age of
35. As a matter of fact, never before had I ever thought that I could love
someone in a generational manner. Not until the day I met Zack.


Zack was 13 when we met, though just barely. It was a very nice summer day
when working at a popular store in the mall when Zack walked in with his
mom and dad. "How can I help you fine folks today" I said. Zack's dad said,
"My son Zack needs some new clothes for his birthday coming up in a few
weeks". With a look of boredom on his face Zack just smiled smirk that said
GET ME OUT OF HERE.


"Well, young man. What kind of clothes do you like?" I asked. After
thinking for a few minutes he replied, "I like baggy pants and t-shirts
most." "Ok, follow me; I know just what you're looking for." We walked to
the young men's section and showed him some of our newest lines of
clothing. "WOW! LOOK AT THIS DAD!" Zack said in what was the first level of
excitement he had probably had all day long. Picking out pants that were
faded with pressed lines in them he went looking for shirts. After finding
what he was looking for he asked if he could try them on. "Sure, I can let
you into the fitting room if you would like." Because of our company
policies it is required that the manager, such as myself, be in the
dressing room area to cut back on theft. Which I did not mind at all, as I
got to see some very nice scenery. And this day would prove to be the best
of all.


After showing Zack the dressing room he could use, he walked in and pulled
the curtain closed...well mostly closed. Zack's dad and mom sat outside the
dressing room, again part of the policy of the company. I made small talk
with Zack and found out he was going into the 8th grade, was home schooled
(like I was) and loved pizza and coke. As I watch him undress he turned
around in just his boxers and I could see something protruding out of his
Scooby Doo boxers. I was in love!  Catching my eyes he smiled.


"What was he doing" I thought to myself when I seemed to be getting that
look that said "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT". I got nervous and twitch a
little bit. After Zack tried on this first pair of pants he seemed to
forget to close the curtain, so I reached over and began to close it when
Zack put up his hand and said, "No, I left it open on purpose". "Ok, it's
your call kid" I said with a smile on my face and said, I'm not a kid!" and
laughed. I stood there chatting while he took of the pants he had tried
on. When he pulled them down he must have not realized what else he was
pulling down because the next thing I knew I was looking at 4 1/2 inches of
the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I had just enough hair on it to be
very sexy.


Looking up at me with a smile on his face Zack said, "Oh man! I took too
much off. I better put those back on. I was speechless. Was this beautiful
specimen of love telling me what I thought he was telling me? No way, it
can't be Can it?


My mind was swirling and I could not find words to anything for what seemed
like days, years even. Zack walked over to me and asked, "Is it ok that I
stand here naked?" "Um, yes it is. Oh, I mean...you need to finish trying
on those clothes before you mom and dad think something happened to
you". With that Zack finished trying on his cloths.

When he got done we walked out of the dressing room and to the counter to
ring up five pairs of pants and 5 graphic t-shirts. "Your total today is
$173.54", the total was more but I used my discount without them knowing
about it. My gift to a young man I hoped I would see again. Having handed
me his credit card I ran it thru and asked for a phone number for our
security records. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day folks?"
I asked. "We have to get home next to make dinner for everyone else" Zack's
mom said. Bagging up their clothes and giving them their receipt they left
without much more than a word except when Zack said he would see me again
someday soon. Little did he know that it would be that night.


The phone was ringing when someone on the other end answered "Jackson
household, this is Bob". "Hi Bob this is Jeremy from the clothing store."
"Yes Jeremy," Bob said, "what can I do for you" "Well, Mr. Jackson, this is
kind of embarrassing for me; but I forgot to give you your credit card
back. I have two options, I can destroy it or I can bring it by your house
in 20 minutes when I get off of work." "Oh my, yes please bring it by the
house. Do you know where Maple Hill Drive is?" "Umm, ya. It's over by the
school, right?" With the affirmative he gave me the house number and said
he was thankful for the call.


Thirty minutes later I was on my Sportster on my way to the Jackson
home. Helmet on; wind blowing in my face, and the sun behind me I was
anxious to get to the house of what would become my new friend.


Pulling up to the house I could see Zack playing with his little brother on
the swing, pushing him as he giggled and said "Higher,
Zack. Higher". Laughing to myself, I remembered when my dad would do that
to me. "Hey, Zack" I called out. Looking at me with shock on his face,
followed by a smile he waved back with excitement.


Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mr. Jackson in the door way when he
yelled, "Hey Jeremy, come on in." Walking towards the door Zack and his
little brother ran to walk in with me. Zack was by my side from almost that
moment on. I knew something great was going to happen that night. I just
didn't know what.


"Have a seat", came the voice of Mrs. Jackson who offered me something to
drink. I asked for iced tea, as it was a hot day out. We made small talk
about how the summer was, and how the family had gone camping a lot during
the summer at a family camp up the road. We laughed as we shared camping
stories.


I began to talk to Zack who had been sitting there quietly, just listening
and laughing and even telling a few stories of his own that brought about
good belly laughs. "So tell me Zack, you ever ride on a motorcycle before?"
I asked. "No", he said, "but I would love to". I looked at Mr. Jackson and
asked if it would be ok to take Zack for a short ride.  "I don't know about
that," came the words of a concerned mother. "Mrs. Jackson," I said, "you
don't have to worry about a thing. I have been riding for over 20 years,
since I was just a kid and I have never been in an accident. I ever teach
the safety course at the college a few weekends a month." With that and a
few more questions she reluctantly said ok after Zack begged her to let him
go.


Putting on my helmet and climbing on the back of the bike, Zack put his
arms around my waist like I told him to. Taking off I could feel Zack's
arms tightening around my waste as I sped up and changed the gears
fearsly. Going in and out of traffic, almost like a race bike on a track,
Zack was laughing so loud I could hear him over the grumble of the Harley's
1200cc engine that I had upgraded from a 750 the summer before.


After about 10 minutes of riding we got off the bike at a local park and
sat down on a bench and talked about...well, nothing really. "That was so
much fun, Jeremy" Zack said referring to his first ride. "I am glad you
liked it so much" I replied. It was a good sign to see a boy his age loving
something so thrilling, knowing that it would be something we could enjoy
without anyone thinking anything suspicious.


Riding back to the house I could feel something poking me in the back that
was making me get an erection. Good thing I wear tight jeans when I ride
otherwise it would have been seen when we got back to the house. Having
only been gone about 45 minutes I knew it was still an early evening.


Pulling up into the drive-way Mr. Jackson came out and asked Zack how he
liked the ride. "It was awesome," he said as he hopped off the bike with a
smile on his face. "It was the most awesome thing I have ever done,' he
said as he hugged his dad for letting him go. "Jeremy," Mr. Jackson said,
"the wife and I would like to know if you would like to stray for
dinner. We're having fried chicken and veggies" Again my mind was a-buzz at
this new invitation. "I would love to Mr. Jackson." I said as he looked at
me with an almost disbelief in his eyes. "We will have none of that
`Mr. Jackson stuff. You may call me Bob." Mr. Jackson, I mean Bob, said
with a laugh in his voice.


Walking into the house it spelled of some of the most wonderful scents of
fried chicken I have ever smelled in my life. Walking to the table Zack
asked me to sit next to him, which I did gladly. Being offered to say grace
before the meal was a new thing for me as a guest in someone's home, thou
an invitation of which I was honored to take.  Having said grace I was
offered the first grab at the chicken, being told if I didn't the other
kids would pick it clean before I could get any. That brought a barrel of
laughs to everyone.


Sinking my teeth into the chicken I was amazed at how good it was. But that
was not what surprised me the most. Out of the blue I could feel someone's
leg brushing up against mine. It was the leg of young Zack. Looking at him
I could see a smile on his face that told me what he was doing. He was
flirting with me. OMG! This kid was amazing!


Having finished dinner Zack asked his dad if he could show me around the
house and property. Not having a problem with it we took the grand tour,
leaving his bedroom for last. Showing me the basement where the family
watched TV and used the computer to play games and such I was impressed at
how modest the family lived yet how nice everything looked. Walking back
upstairs Zack showed me his room where he was proud to show me his bed. His
bed? Ya, that was my first thought. Zack turned around to me and looked me
right in the eye and asked, "Jeremy, can I ask you something?" "Sure, Zack
you can ask me anything you want" Not sure what he was going to ask me I
was putting myself out there. "Ummm.it's really personal though. Ummm.are
you. Ummmm.gay? His face was red with embarrassment as I stood there and
smiled and answered that I was indeed gay. His face cleared up and was no
longer red. At least I don't think it was. You see he hugged me and buried
his head in my stomach as he just cried a little it.


"Why are you crying, Zack" I asked. He gained his composure as he said, "So
am I. But I can't tell anyone because my mom would fucking freak out on
me!" I held him for a moment knowing that if we didn't finish our tour
someone would come looking for us. Leaving his room Zack showed me the rest
of the house and the back yard where the family kept the chickens and
camper.


Having taken the tour we went back inside where we wrapped up the evening
with some good byes and another invitation for dinner in a few days.