Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 14:58:55 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Naked Bikes We were going to the 7-11 since Jamie got $20 for his birthday from his grandparents. This was cool for us because we had only recently been allowed to ride our bikes to the 7-11. It was about 10 miles away if you took the highway; but we usually took the back road. It was a dirt road; but it was only about 6 miles. Plus it was more fun. It was the summer after 6th grade and hotter than hell; hotter than any summer for the last 50 years or something like that. Everyone thinks that because we live in southern California, it's always beachy weather. Well that may be true near the beach. But here, inland about 70 miles, you might as well have been in the desert. In fact, it was a desert. It wasn't long before we had pulled off our t-shirts and tucked them into our shorts. The sun was attacking us, trying to make us not want to go to the store. But we knew what was waiting for us at the store: Ice Cold Slurpees! So fuck the sun for being such a hard ass. Jamie stopped his bike and threw it to the ground as he pulled down his shorts and started to pee. Right there on the road. His pee was making a little mud puddle. Then when he was done, he didn't put his wiener away. In fact, he pulled his shorts all the way down and his boxers too. He just stood there, almost naked. Man, his ass was white. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "Nothing. Cooling off my balls." He grabbed his balls for emphasis. I had seen his wiener and balls before; it was no big deal. But it was funny seeing him exposed outside. "You got any hair yet?" he asked, examining his own hairlessness. "Only fuzz. No black ones yet." "Fuck." "Yeah, fuck." I agreed. "Wilson has black ones." "You seen them?" "No. He told me." "Maybe he was lying." "Yeah, maybe." Wilson was a year older, but still in our class. He flunked fifth grade. I figured he probably had black ones. But he was also known to be a liar, so you never know. Jamie pulls up his pants, his balls cooled off I guess, and gets back on his bike. We ride to the store. As we come in, the guy makes us put on our shirts. But it's ok. Not only do we get slurpee's, extra large, but the store is air conditioned. It's so cool. I mean cool, as in cold; not cool as in kewl. We finish, hang around in the cool, and eventually leave. We pull off our shirts, tuck them in, and head back home. Near the same spot as before, Jamie stops to pee again. This time I have to whiz too, so I drop my bike and my pants. We both pee, making a small lake. As soon as I wonder if he's going to air out his balls, he does. It looks like fun, so I pull down my shorts and underpants too. He looks right at mine. "No hair?" I study my own. "Shit." I look at his. "Baldy." "Fuck you." "Hey, I'm baldy too." "Yeah." We stand there, just looking at each others. I don't know why. Then Jamie pulls his stuff off. Off, as in he's now standing there naked, except for his shoes. "I'm going naked. It's too hot for clothes." Well that's ok for him, but I'm not stupid. I pull up my stuff and get on my bike. He has his clothes in his hand and gets on his bike naked! He sure looks funny. We pass a farm house. "What if somebody sees you?" I ask. "Fuck `um," he answers, grabbing his balls. I wish I was as cool as he is. "Yeah, fuck `um." After we pass a few more houses and get close to our area, he stops to get his shorts back on. Well, at least he's not totally stupid. We don't talk about it or anything, but two days later, I have $1.50 and invite him to go and split a slurpee with me. As we start off, I wonder if he's going to ride naked again. Yes. As soon as we are away from most of the houses he pulls over and starts to strip. "Come on," he encourages me. I think about it. It might be fun. I strip. After I'm naked, I pile my pants and underwear on my seat and hold my shirt in my hand. It feels weird pedaling naked. It looks funny to see Jamie; but it's way fun. I nearly freak out when a pickup truck comes up behinds us and passes. But he didn't see, or saw and didn't care that we were naked. We ride for about an hour. The breeze that we create my pedaling feels good on my naked body. It makes me kind of tingly all over. I have to stop twice because when I stand up to pedal, my clothes fell off the seat. I end up just holding them in my hand. We stop and get on our shorts and continue on to 7-11. Once again, he makes us put on our shirts as we get our slurpee and split it. We also hang around to cool off before we leave. After we start to leave I run back in without my shirt on to get a bag. He gives me one. Then when we strip, we both put our clothes in the bag. We ride down the dusty road, past the houses and farms without giving a shit if anybody sees our wieners. The next day he has money so we go out again. I bring my bag and he has a Ralph's bag for his clothes. We ride naked. When we get to the putting on clothes area, all he puts on is his shirt. Just his shirt. No shorts! "Jamie!" "Yeah, fuck him. His stupid sign says NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE. So I'm wearing shoes and a shirt." I pull up his shirt to show him his own dick. "Yeah, so what? It doesn't say NO PANTS, NO SERVICE." I let go and look at him. He asks, "Does my dick show?" "Idiot. What you think it grew 2 feet. Of course it doesn't show. You wished it was big enough to show." "Fuck you Warren." "Fuck you Jamie." When he gets off his bike, his naked ass shows, but I don't think anybody was looking. I also see his balls from the back; it looks funny. Nobody gives Jamie any funny looks as we are in the store. Even I can't tell because his shirt is long enough to cover everything. He has guts! I wish I had done it. I look at myself. I would need a longer shirt. If we do this again, I will wear my longest one. Three days later, we are hanging out with Wilson. It's even hotter. "This weather sucks," proclaims Wilson. "No shit, Sherlock." I say, "Maybe we should ride our bikes. To 7-11. To cool off." I look at Jamie to let him know what I'm thinking. "Yeah, good idea." Wilson says, "No. I don't have any money." Jamie and I only have 75 cents. Jamie bothers his mom for another 50 cents and we head out. We can do a 3 way split on the slurpee. When we get to the stripping point, Jamie and I stop our bikes and pull down our shorts. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" Wilson is a little shocked I can tell. Jamie says, "Getting comfortable," as he pulls down his underwear. Wilson looks over at me as I pull mine off. "You guys are gay." "No. Fuck you. We're just getting comfortable." "Yeah. Comfortable." "You're going to ride your bikes like that? Naked?" "Yeah, it's cool. Try it." "I'm no fucking fag." I can tell he's thinking about doing it. "So do it. You'll like it. Jamie even went in the store naked. With only his shirt on." "No fucking way. Did you really?" "Yeah. No big deal." "Shit." After a short while Wilson says, "You really went naked? In the store?" "Not totally naked. He had on a shirt. I'm doing it too today." I had my biggest t-shirt. So Jamie and I rode naked, Wilson kept his shorts on, but I could tell he was thinking about it. We put only our t-shirts on when we get close. Then we stop and park our bikes and tell Wilson he has to put on his shirt. We show him the sign. That's when he busts up big time. He gets the joke. Maybe he's not that dumb. We hang around in the store, drinking the slurpee as slow as we can. Usually we would just pound it down, but we liked the air conditioning. Wilson keeps looking at our dick area, to see if anything shows. It doesn't. When nobody is around where we are, Jamie flips up his shirt, exposing his wiener. After he does it a couple of times, I do it too. We are all laughing and I'm a little worried that the guy will figure out what we're doing and kick us out. Wilson is doing something with his hands in his shorts. Then he surprises us by pulling his wiener out! Not only does he have dark hairs, tons of them, his wiener is hard. Hard and HUGE! Well we are laughing so loud that the store guy walks over our way. By then Wilson has his monster away and we are all just standing there, looking innocent. And giggling, hehehe. "Where the fuck did you get that?" I ask Wilson. He smiles big. "Jesus man. Pull it out again," asks Jamie. Wilson looks around; then pulls it out. "Fuck!" Our slurpee is gone and we get another suspicious look from the store guy, so we all go out and hop on our bikes. We are pretty excited from our showing wieners in the 7-11 and pedal crazy fast. When we get to where we strip naked, we stop. Jamie pulls off his shirt and I can see his wiener is hard too. Good, so is mine. I pull off mine and we both wait for Wilson to see if he will strip naked too. He doesn't. We look at him expectantly. "What?" he asks, all innocent like. "Come on man," urges Jamie. "Come on what?" "Get naked." He laughs and pulls off his shirt. He looks around, then pulls off his shorts. His wiener bounces out. We take our time looking, starring at his huge monster. He lets us look. Then he wraps his hand around it starts to play with it. He moves it up and down. It's exciting to watch. We are too fascinated in watching what he is doing to say anything. It's so quiet we can hear his breathing get more intense. His movements get more frantic. My wiener gets super duper hard and I realize I am squeezing it. I glance over at Jamie who is also holding his wiener. I look back to the show. It erupts like a volcano. White stuff shoots all over his hand. "What the fuck is that?" "Jizz." "Jizz?" "Yeah." "Jeeze." It was a lot. Wilson wipes it off of his wiener and hand with his t-shirt. Then he pulls his shorts back on. I am disappointed that he's not going to ride naked with us, but still in shock over what he showed us. Jamie and I ride naked with our wieners pointing straight up to the sky. Eventually we get dressed too and say good bye to Wilson. "Did you see how much hair he had?" "Did you see how big is wiener was?" "Yeah. And that jizz stuff." "That was fucking awesome." I grab mine. "My wiener is still hard." "Mine too," he says, grabbing his. "Want to go over there and try what he was doing?" "Yeah." We walk our bikes a little away from the road, behind some dead bushes. After we sit, we start to move our wieners like Wilson did. After a little, I forget about Jamie and just concentrate on mine. My balls start to get all tingly. "Are your balls tingly?" I ask. "No." "Mine are." "Yeah?" "Yeah. It feels good." We continue. "Tingly yet?" "No!" Maybe he's doing it wrong. I push his hand away and play with his wiener. It's exciting to be touching and it sends electricity from his wiener through my hand and into my own wiener and balls. I move his like I was moving mine; like Wilson was. He's giggling instead of enjoying it. It starts me laughing too. Finally we get bored with it and get dressed. The next day we are messing around his house. It's hot. "Want to go to 7-11?" he asks. "Don't got any money? You got any?" "No." Damn. "Want to go anyway." "Just go there? Not buy anything?" "Yeah. We can cool off." "And play with our wieners?" "Shhhh. YEAH!" "Ok." When we get a little along the dirt road we stop. As we strip he asks, "Want to play with them now? Or after?" I try to think. Mine is hard. So is his. Before I can come up with an answer, he adds, "Or both? Now and later?" "Yeah." Now AND later. I sit down and start to play with mine. He does the same. I get a tingly feeling. After a little it tickles too much. "Still no tingle?" I ask. "No. Fucker doesn't work!" He smacks his dick. "Want me to do it?" "Yeah." I sit next to him and start. "Can I do yours?" he asks. "Yeah. If you want." Jesus! More electricity jumps through my body when he grabs my wiener. He does mine. I do his. After a little, he stops moving mine up and down and just holds it; squeezes it. I think he's getting the tingly feeling. He looks at me with a big smile. "Thanks." "You got it? The tingly feeling?" "Yeah." "Cool." "Cooler than cool. Fucking cool." "Fucking cool," I repeat. We get our clothes into the bags and ride our bikes naked down the dusty dirt road.