Aaron's Motorcycle

By Remmy Meggs

Chapter 1

When you are young you have no idea of what is going on around you. You do what your parents tell you and the rest of the time you have fun, unless you are in school. Of course if you do your work, school can be fun, being with friends and their families too.

Since I can remember Ralph and I had been friends. He was a couple of months younger than me but I was smaller than him by at least two inches. We had spent the night over at each other's house several times through the years, and had a blast.

Tonight was no different, we sat in our underwear in the TV room eating popcorn, watching an Arnold movie and sipping our sodas. Mom was in the kitchen when Ralph used his elbow and poked me in the ribs, "Wanna wrestle?"

He always wanted to wrestle. He would always win and make me say `uncle'. Not that I was a wimp, I could hold my own on the playground. He was just so much heavier and stronger. So after the movie we told mom we were going upstairs to wrestle. We weren't allowed to wrestle in the TV or living room.

She gave the normal mom warnings of not to play to rough or break anything. The only thing I really had that could break was my bed, glove and bat. I guess there were a few pictures around. We had wrestled probably as long as we knew each other. I had never noticed anything unusual before. Within a few minutes we were on the floor wrestling laughing and having a good time. Once I was worn out he got on top of me and held me down grinning.

"What?" I asked.

His face as always was kind of red, mine too I suppose. However he lay on top of me for the longest time just grinning and wiggling like he always did. Our bodies couldn't have been any closer and I felt his breathing as he lay on top of me, "What Ralph?" I asked again.

"Let's get naked." He replied.

"Why?"

"Cause it will be more fun." He answered, "I can make you ya know."

I giggled. I guess that is what you call it because I didn't think he was serious. Then he raised his body off me for what seemed like a split second, grabbed my underwear and pulled them down past my knees. I wasn't in shock or anything, except at the speed he accomplished it; after all we had taken showers and baths together since we were five.

Then he used his toes to grab the edge of my underwear and pull them down and off my feet. He smiled broadly, "Now what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." I replied.

"Then I am going to pull mine off too, and you better not try and get up." He smirked and licked my cheek.

Okay that grossed me some. Once he was naked he laid back on top of me, "Feel that?" he asked.

"Feel what?"

"My boner!"

He was wiggling like he always did lately and normally we would have shorts or jeans on. So I concentrated to figure out what he was talking about. Then I felt his stiff dick on my limp one and he was rubbing it and my crotch area.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making it feel good."

"You always do that when we wrestle?"

"Well the last few months I have. I didn't think you would mind." He said putting an arm behind my back pulling me even tighter to him if that were possible. "You didn't even know what I was doing?" Ralph breathed heavily.

I frowned, "You are too heavy it hurts down there."

He immediately used his other elbow to prop himself up enough to where it didn't hurt me. I could see his chest now, and I looked down between our bodies and saw the red top of his penis rubbing over mine, "Is that better?"

"I guess, at least it doesn't hurt." Then I felt his legs rubbing mine and it felt good.

I guess my expression changed because he smiled, "Ah I think you might like it too." I probably blushed because he did something he never did before. He kissed my lips, just lightly, "Everyone at school says you are beautiful, but you're my best friend, so I don't get too jealous."

He became more electric and suddenly his hands were holding my bubble butt and he rose up more, but I felt his penis grinding into me harder. It didn't hurt but it rubbed across mine enough to make me stiff. I knew he was trying to be serious so I didn't giggle. Then he became really stiff and made funny noises. He stayed that way a long time. I could feel his penis throbbing and moving differently that it had the few seconds before, and the thing was hot.

I looked between us again and saw our boy parts crossed like they were wrestling, wiggling against each other. I looked up at him, "How long have you been doing this to me?"

"A few months I told you, I thought you knew what I was doing." His eyes were bright, "I am going to kiss you now."

One hand came off my butt and it wrapped around my neck and he pulled me to him and stuck his tongue in my mouth and he shook even more, or was it me that was shaking. I really didn't kiss back because I had no idea what was going on. When he stopped, he got off me and sat down. I turned on my side and looked at him. His penis was stiff and red. He looked at me, "Davy, are you mad at me?"

I wasn't mad, because I wasn't sure what I should be mad about. I shrugged, "Well if we are going to wrestle do you want to be naked all the time?"

He grinned, "I would like that if you want."

"Okay then, as long as you're happy." I stood and got my soda and sipped it as I watched him.

He got up and sat next to me on the bed, "Are you mad at me?"

I was still looking at his big hard penis, "No. I just think it was strange, sort of like when mom kisses dad and they wrestle in the bedroom. I saw him lying on top of her last year wiggling like you do. I guess it's the same. But Ralph you can't hurt me like that the next time and I don't know if I like that kissing part. That was a little gross." I stated as if that were the end of it.

"Maybe we can try it a few more times. Maybe you would like it once you got it more." He made me laugh and giggle and he started tickling me.

Then I heard dad outside the door, "Alright boys it's time to settle down and get ready for bed, brush your teeth, wash your face. I will drop you at the park in the morning if you wake up before I go to the shooting range."

"Yes daddy." I answered as Ralph replied at the same time, "Yes sir."

"Let's sleep naked!" Ralph grinned.

"You are going to do it again aren't you."

"I think you want me to, this time I will be nicer."

Well I didn't really want him to, but after mom and dad were asleep he got on top of me again. He kissed my lips lightly until I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was a lot gentler than the first time and my penis actually tickled too.

The next day we were at the park playing baseball with some of our friends. Where we live it only rains a few times a year, and then it doesn't rain much. A flood would be two hours of rain. Because of that you stayed away from drainage waterways, even though they were dry 99% of the time, it only took minutes for them to become flooded with rushing water.

After the game, which we lost because the other guys cheated several times, we sat and ate ice cream bars from the vendor. A fancy motorcycle caught my attention and I wanted to go look at it. There was a short guy sitting on the seat facing some girls, pretty girls at that.

Ralph and I got about ten feet away when Ralph stopped me from going closer, "I have seen that guy before, he is bad news."

The guy didn't look `bad' at all to me, but I stopped and admired the bike from where we stood. There were a lot of shiny parts. The bike sat lower than any motorcycle I had seen before, and it had very thin tires on fancy wheels that I had only seen on cars. The front end stood out longer than most bikes. I knew it was a chopper, and it was immaculate. Moving around the bike we saw that it was a Harley and we told each other how sweet it was.

The girls talking to the guy nodded to us and one said, "Either those little boys have a crush on you Bolger, or they love your bike."

Ralph turned to run, but I didn't care. I stood still looking at the bike. The guy stood up. On the back of his denim jacket it had the emblem of one of the best known bike clubs in the world. What really caught my attention is that he couldn't have been much taller than Ralph, well at least at that distance. He really was taller than Ralph, but not a big motorcycle type looking guy.

When he turned around you could see his face. His hair was not short but not long, it was thick and full, not limp like most guys. It was black and cut in a way I guess that the wind did not blow it out of place. His skin looked like golden brown honey. Where we live everyone has a tan, and I suppose part of his skin color was because of that, but he was a touch darker than most.

His jacket vest was open, it showed he had a smooth chest and stomach, and he sure wasn't old enough to shave. There he was though with four girls that looked like my older cousin, they had to be at least in college.

The guy `Bolger' smiled at me and nodded. He turned back to the girls and that was the end of it. Ralph was calling me. I ignored it, and I didn't listen. I had to go get a closer look at the motorcycle. Being realistic, years later, I wanted to meet the `bad' guy.

At that time I got the courage to get as close to the bike as I could. The guy didn't even turn to look at me. He just warned, "Look at it all you want, but if you touch it you will clean it all up with your blood kid."

I almost giggled but stifled it, and just admired the bike. Three other `bikers' rode up. They were big hairy monster looking bikers that you have nightmares about. I was close enough to hear the conversation, "Bolger, come on. We have business and need you for it." One of the men said. When I say men, these guys were older than my dad. They were closer to the age of my grandfather probably.

Bolger got up, kissed each of the girls on the cheek and sat on that beautiful bike. It was a kick start, and the four rode off together. But for that second he rode by me he smiled an infectious smile and nodded. Ralph came running up and grabbed my arm, "Are you crazy? I heard he has beaten up people just for looking at him and I mean big men."

I shrugged, "He don't look so bad to me. He was nice and those girls sure liked him."

"Come on let's go home and swim. Maybe we can wrestle later."

We didn't see him again until about the sixth week of school. Talk about weird. Two weeks before we were told we were going to have a guest speaker come into health class. Health class was boring, and no, I do not mean sex ed. This was telling you how to brush your teeth, take care of your body and things like that.

During recess we were on the playground when a big car pulled up in front of the school. No it wasn't a limousine, but it was a huge black car. This guy in a blazer and jeans gets out, walked around the car carrying something leans in the window, and it looked like he kissed the driver.

Ok so what, we continued playing until four motorcycles pulled up behind the car. They parked the bikes, and the big guy I saw before went to the driver's side of the car and talked to whoever was in it. I had seen these guys before. I ran up to the fence to get a closer look at them. The guy in the suit was laughing with them and went into the school. The four nightmares stayed outside talking.

We went back into class and took our seats. The principal came to the classroom door, brought the blazer buy into the room and introduced Aaron Mason. He shook hands with the teacher and they gave each other a fake hug you see in the movies.

She looked at us and told us about him, "Mr. Mason lost his friends, and now he uses his free time from work to talk to children in grade and middle schools about the effects of alcohol. So please give a warm welcome to Mr. Mason.

Well, Mr. Mason did not look like a mister at all. He looked like he might be in high school, maybe. His face looked familiar but I didn't recognize him until he smiled. When I realized it was the boy with the fancy motorcycle I sat up in my desk. I have no idea what he was talking about. I was watching him.

Sitting at the front of the class, I could see his bright blue eyes; that perfect smile, perfect teeth, and beautiful hair. I was beside myself. As he talked he walked around the front of the room like a pro speaker. This guy was sure of everything he did. He stopped in front of me. He touched my chin and pushed it up, "Your face will get stuck like that and everyone will think you're a fly trap, especially the flies." Then he winked at me rubbed my head and continued.

Did he recognize me? I asked myself as the other kids were laughing at me. He touched me. Forget the other kids, I knew I was blushing but not because of them. He talked for about a half an hour. When he finished everyone applauded and he thanked all of them. He looked directly at me, "If your teacher doesn't mind, maybe you can carry this package out to the car for me."

Miss Skyler grinned, "Well of course Aaron, Davy would be happy to help you, wouldn't you Davy?"

"Yes Miss Skyler." I answered as I picked up the package and walked outside with him.

As we went down the hall he turned to me, "Davy huh? You look like a cute Davy. So you like motorcycles huh?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded.

"Well sometime I will give you a ride on mine." He smiled as he put his hand on my shoulder.

The door closed behind us and the four nightmares stood up, "Where is the car?" Aaron asked.

"It's on its way. Who is your little buddy?" One guy asked, the name on his leather jacket was `Flash'.

Aaron grinned, "His name is Davy. I met him last summer at the park. He loved my motorcycle. Davy, this is Flash, Rapper, Bugsy and Dalton. Those are nicknames, not their real names. When you get to know them maybe they will give that kind of information out."

I was shaking. I didn't want to get to know them, but they all took my hand and shook it. Flash grinned, "If anyone ever gives you trouble let us know. We will take good care of them." He and the others laughed.

The car pulled up and Aaron left, getting in the front passenger seat. The others followed on their bikes. I stood outside the school watching them leave. I was frozen to the ground. My feet wouldn't move. I felt like I would poop in my pants. I have no idea how long I stood there looking at the street.

The bell rang for lunch and I jumped. I went back in and went directly to the lunchroom. Miss Skyler grinned at me, "Mr. Mason is a special man Davy. I hope you had a good talk with him."

"Yes Miss Skyler, we talked while we waited for a car to pick him up. He is really nice."

My legs were still shaking as I sat down with friends to eat lunch. Ralph looked at me odd, "Are you alright? You look like you just shit your pants."

"I am fine. Ralph do you know who that was?" Actually I asked everyone at the table.

He looked at me and shrugged, "That's the guy with the fancy motorcycle we saw at the park this summer." I announced.

"No way!"

"Yes way. Freaky huh?"

"What did he say?" Janet asked.

"He introduced me to some of his friends and said something like maybe I will get to know them. Honest I really have no idea what he said to me. I was just freaked out."

Ralph frowned, "You need to stay away from those guys. They have been arrested for murder, beating people up, causing crashes on the highway and terrorizing people."

Janet looked at Ralph, "Shut up Ralph, you watch too many motorcycle movies."

"Well they were arrested for killing that girl." He countered.

"Yes, and they were found not guilty." She fumed.

"Blah blah blah blah, well Davy is my friend and I don't want him around them. Maybe I am afraid he will get hurt." Ralph returned.

I was picking at my food while they talked. Exactly what did Aaron say to me? How stupid to be with someone you look up to, even more so now that I had seen him in a different light, and have no idea what he said.

Friday couldn't come too soon. By the end of the week I was back to myself and with the weekend Ralph made sure I was spending the night at his house. I changed clothes and put on my yellow sun suit, I packed a red and green one, my toothbrush and my hairbrush. Ralph came over on his bicycle to get me. After saying bye to mom and dad we rode to his house.

It is hard to describe a sun suit of the time period, they were nothing like they are at the time of this writing. They were always bright kid colors, the shorts were short shorts, short enough you had to wear underwear or everyone could see your private parts, although I knew other boys that didn't.

The shirts were like a fishnet, and the shoulders were a solid matching color, usually they were a striking color. They had plainer ones in some stores, but mom got mine at some expensive place. Mrs. Marshall met us at the door. She kissed Ralph, kissed me on top of the head, "You guys can go to the pool until dinner, because you aren't going in afterwards."

We stripped and jumped in the pool, leaving the patio door open. It was great skinny dipping. One of the things I did like when I went over to Ralphs. We would swim, lie in the sun, swim some more. We would do that day and night if we were allowed to.

All too soon it was time to eat dinner. Ralph's dad rubbed my wet hair as we came into the house, "You boys dry off, and put your underwear on at least while we eat."

"Can we just leave them off and eat in my room?" Ralph asked.

"Yes!" his mother answered, "Then your father and I can have some peace before you both take over the television."

His mom brought out almost spill proof baby plates and filled them up, "You guys come down for more if that isn't enough."

We grabbed sodas, a fork, knife and the plates and ran to his room. As soon as I set everything down on his dresser, I ran out to the patio and retrieved my sun suit. You didn't have to worry about clothes at Ralphs, but I didn't want his dog to chew my clothes up either. I threw Ralph's clothes at him, "There you go bum."

"You are such a prissy all nice and neat." He giggled.

"You are a slob, there is nothing wrong with putting things where they belong." I frowned.

"Well this slob is going to jump your bones, wrestle you down to nothing and rub against you until you squirm all over. Then I am going to put you on top and wiggle on me all you want."

I giggled almost spitting whipped potatoes out of my mouth, "You wish. You just want me to like it as much as you do. I don't think that will ever happen!"

"After we watch the movie you will see mister beautiful." He stated. "Dad got a movie we can all watch tonight. He said that I have to hold you so you don't pee all over in fright."

"Well if it's that scary, then I would be peeing on you."

He frowned, "Then I will have to squeeze your penis during the whole movie so it doesn't piss all over me."