Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bike Path Part I (Gay/Adult Youth)

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The Bike Path

Part I


I grew up in suburban America. The wasteland of cars and white privilege.
My life was no different than that of the average nine-year-old white
kid. My parents busted their asses to keep a roof over our heads, while
putting on airs. My father was a contractor and owned his own modest
construction firm, while my mother was a receptionist for my dentist.
Later in life, it would come out that my mother was having an affair with
her boss, who would become my first of two stepfathers, and my father had
a string of affairs all over the country, including with his business
partner, Kevin, who would become stepfather number 3, once Gay Marriage
was finally won.


Life for me was lonely. After I was born, my mother had several
miscarriages which put a strain on my parents' marriage. My father and I
are certain, though, that her last miscarriage was really an abortion.
Since my father worked out of town a lot, Mom was left taking care of me,
which mostly meant a string of babysitters. During the day, one of our
neighbors, Julia, watched me, since she was a stay at home mom with two
little kids, who were several years younger than me. Julia was nice
enough, but she wasn't too interested in taking care of me. As soon as I
was old enough, I was making my own lunches and cleaning the house for
her, while she watched daytime television.


To avoid these chores, I would spend as much time outside as possible. I
even got into the habit of relieving myself outside, as well. I learned
how to ride a bike when I was six, and by the time I was nine, I was
riding around the neighborhood by myself.


There were a couple of corner stores about a mile apart that I liked to
frequent. All the employees knew me and were rather friendly. My favorite
was located at the end of the bike path that ran through the heart of the
neighborhood. It was about two miles long and only connected to major
roads at each end, with a few smaller roads connecting every half-mile or
so. About halfway was a large park with a playground and community
center.


My average day was riding my bike to a store then stopping at the
playground until lunch time. There were no restrooms unless I paid to
access the community center. I knew if I did that, I couldn't afford to
go to the store, so I would find a secluded spot along the path and take
care of business. After getting a bad case of poison oak on between my
butt cheeks, I stopped wiping with random leaves and would bring along
some toilet paper or make sure I went before I left Julia's.


I loved the danger that came with almost getting caught. On a few
occasions, random people would walk by as I had my pants and underwear
down to my ankles. I had hidden myself well, so nobody saw me, but if
they had taken a careful, closer look, they would've seen my half-naked
body. I was a little short for my age, with brown hair and blue eyes.
Being shorter than average, I looked a little on the chunky side, though
I was average weight.


Summer was my favorite time of year, since it meant that I could stay out
more and for longer. It also meant more people walking or riding on the
path, which meant a greater chance of being caught. Now, I never wanted
to get caught, mind you, but the thought of it happening gave me a
thrill. I even got little boners from it, and they felt amazing as I
touched them, while thinking about my naughtiness.


The summer I was nine was an exceptionally hot one. Early on, it was in
the 80s or 90s. I liked to wear a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, but it
was that particular summer that I decided to go commando. I felt very
naughty, imagining my short ripping, exposing my naked private area to
anyone who happened by. I still wasn't close to starting puberty, so I
didn't have anything to worry about regarding anyone noticing my little
stiffies.


Some time after the 4th of July, I made my way to the convenience store
at the far end of the bike path as normal. I remember it being a Friday,
since Mom would have the next two days off from work, and Dad had left
after the holiday for some job in New England. I got my usual candy bar
and soda.


"How's the weather out there, Jimmy?" Eric, the cashier, asked as I
made my way towards the coolers at the back of the store.


"Hot as heck," I replied, grabbing a can of Coke.


"Are you gonna go swimmin'?" He asked, as I moved down the candy aisle.
I grabbed a couple of Snickers and looked around for the licorice.


"Nah," I said. "I don't have anyone to take me."


"I'd take you," he said, as he rang up a customer, "but I'm stuck here
all fucking day."


"You need to watch your language," the customer snapped at the clerk.


"How 'bout you mind your own goddamn business, old man?"


The customer stormed off saying something about calling to complain. I
approached the counter, put my items on it so Eric could start ringing me
up, as I reached into my pocket to get my money. As I did so, my shorts
slipped down a bit, exposing a good amount of my pubic area.


"Um," Eric said, looking around to make sure we were the only ones,
"not wearing any underwear today, Jimmy?"


"Oh," I said, blushing. I adjusted my shorts as I got a boner. "Yeah,
I didn't feel like wearing any today."


"Yeah," Eric said, unable to look away from my shorts, "I sometimes do
that, too."


Even at a young age, I could tell that Eric wanted to see me do it again.
He was in his late teens and handsome enough. He was thin, with greasy
black hair, which was combed back. Eric wore all black and had matching
fingernails. He used to wear glasses with thick, black rims but started
wearing contacts after his glasses got smashed by his ex-girlfriend.


"So, uh, your total is $5.93." I handed over my $10 bill, and Eric took
it, intentionally touching my hand. I got a chill up my spine and my
little boner twitched at the touch. "$4.07 is your change, Jimmy." Once
again, he made sure to touch my hand as he handed me my money.


As he bagged my items, I put my remaining funds back into my pocket, this
time pushing my shorts down far enough to my boner to pop out. I kept my
eyes locked on him, as he fumbled with my snacks. The doorbell rang, and
I quickly pulled up my shorts. I thanked Eric and practically ran from
the building.


My heart was already racing as I got on my bike and sped off towards the
bike path. I couldn't believe what I just did. It was so exciting,
thrilling and naughty. I had never, ever thought I would've been capable
of doing that kind of act, especially in front of someone I knew.
Clearly, Eric loved it. If he hadn't, he would've said something, surely,
but I knew I loved it...and wanted to do it again. I didn't wait long,
either.


I first went to the park. I needed to catch my breath and take everything
in. I couldn't stop thinking about the look on Eric's face, as I let my
little boner pop out of my shorts. I wasn't impressed by any stretch of
the imagination. I was at most two inches hard, and that was being
generous. Not having seen other boys naked, I wasn't aware of my size
compared to others, and frankly, to this day, I still don't care about
size.


So, as I sat eating my junk food, I looked around the park. There were
other kids present, and some I even went to school with. As ready as I
was to expose my little willy again, I definitely didn't want to do it in
front of kids I knew. I wasn't bullied at school and didn't want it to
start. Besides, showing off for Eric showed me that adults might be more
willing to see a naked little boy compared to my contemporaries.


I waited for a bit longer, then I got on my bike and rode towards the
path, once again. There was a particular spot I liked. It was between two
of the connecting streets and along a small creek that we all thought was
more of a drainage ditch. It was covered in bushes and overgrown grass
and weeds. There was a nice spot I kind of carved out that gave just
enough coverage to not be seen, while also giving me the ability to look
out onto the path. I made sure the coast was clear before stashing myself
and my bike.


Once secured, I pulled off my shirt and shorts. Aside from my sandals, I
was completely naked. The feel of the warm, summer air on my flesh was
intoxicating. I touched my boner and relished in my naughtiness. I felt
tingles all over my body, as I squeezed the tip of my dick


"Oh, hello," as male voice said, causing me to scream. "Sorry," he
said, coming fully into my sanctuary. He was an older man, about the same
age as my father, so mid-30s. He was average in build and dark skin, and
had to practically crawl to get his way into my hiding spot. He was
wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and river shoes. He had black hair and brown
eyes. He was also wearing glasses.


I just stood there, holding my dick, frozen by shock. I didn't know if I
should laugh, cry or scream again.


"My name is David," he said, holding out a hand. I let go of my dick
and shook his hand. It was a little rough but not rough like my father's.
As David shook my hand, I noticed that he was looking me over, like Eric
had, though with a lot more confidence. "I saw you come in here from my
backyard. I didn't see you come out, so I thought something bad had
happened to you, but I see that isn't the care." He had a coy smile that
got me hard again.


We were still shaking hands. A part of my mind told me to run and never
come back, but the part of my brain that said it was okay to flash Eric
told me to stay.


"You're very cute," David said, still not letting go of my hand. "Has
anyone ever told you that?"


"Yes," I said, my voice suddenly becoming dry. "My mom, my aunts and
my grandmothers."


"They clearly have good taste," he said with a wink. "Aren't you
worried about being caught?"


"No," I said, feeling a little more confident.


"Do you want to get caught?"


"Yes." Even my own honesty scared me as I said it out loud.


"Well, I've caught you," David said, playfully. "It's thrilling isn't
it?"


"Yes."


"What's your name?"


"Jimmy."


"Well, Jimmy, it's very nice to meet you...and to see you."


"You, too," I said, which got a small chuckle out of David.


"Oh, you're sweet, but you haven't seen me...yet."


We just looked at each other. I was still scared but growing comfortable
with David as the minutes passed by. He still held my hand but was softly
and slowly rubbing it with his thumb. My heart settled into a normal
beat, which made thinking a lot easier.


"Can I ask you a question?" David said.


"Yes," I replied.


"Can I touch you?"


I thought about it for a few minutes. Only my parents had ever seen me
completely naked, and they hadn't done that in years. I was rather
weirded out by the question, but if he was going to do something I didn't
like, I rationalized, he would've done it already. "Sure," I said.


David finally let go of my hand and raised both of his towards my
shoulders. He ran his hands down my arms, and over my shoulders and
chest. He asked me to turn around, which I did, so he could see me from
behind. I felt his fingers glide over my back and down my legs. It didn't
get passed me that David would touch everywhere but my private areas. He
would get close but never get too close or inappropriate. "You have
lovely skin, Jimmy."


"Thanks," I said.


"Would you like to come to my place? I think we both could be a lot more
comfortable there, and it isn't very far, either."


"Okay," I said. My parents definitely taught me about stranger danger,
but this felt different, though I still can't tell you how or why.


David helped me get dressed and pull my bike out of the bushes; he even
walked it for me, as we made our way down the path, towards the
playground. David's house was on a side street, but his backyard had a
gate just off of the bike path. The fence was very tall, and I guessed it
was to keep people from looking into his backyard. David opened the gate
and let me go in first with my bike, locking the gate behind us. He led
me through the backyard to his patio, where I set my bike and flip-flops
before going inside.


The house was very nice and clean. David also had air conditioning, which
was amazing. He led the way down the hall and into his bedroom. He sat on
the end of the bed and said, "You can take your clothes back off if you
like." I removed my shirt and short, keenly aware that I still had my
boner. "My god, you're beautiful." I couldn't help but blush. David
reached out and pulled me towards him. Once again, he started to rub my
body, making sure to avoid my privates. "Would you like to see me naked,
Jimmy?"


My heart pounded. "Yes, please," I said, just above a whisper.


David smiled. He stood up, told me to sit on the bed, and he started to
remove his clothes. Like me, David was only wearing a shirt and shorts,
and that's where things stayed the same. David was modestly muscular,
like a swimmer, but it was his dick I couldn't take my eyes off of. He
was at least three times my size with a thick patch of dark hair just
above his dick. "Like what you see?" He said, playfully.


"Yes." I reached down and started to squeeze my dick. All of this
naughtiness was so exciting.


David smiled at me as we watched me playing with myself. His own dick
stood straight out, pointing at me. A clear liquid clung to the very tip.
I was transfixed and could only take my eyes away when he moved or
talked.


"I think we can have some. Do you wanna have some fun, Jimmy?" I could
only nod my head. "Good boy," he replied. David moved to the bed and
laid down next to me. I turned to watch the way his body moved,
especially his dick; it swayed like a pendulum as he walked. "Lay with
me, Jimmy," he said, and I obeyed, crawling along the mattress and
bedding till I was face to face with him.


"Can I touch you...in your private places?" He asked, almost in a
whisper.


"Yes," I replied in kind.


David reached out and gently moved my hand before taking my dick between
three of his fingers. The coarse texture of his flesh against my virgin
penis caused me to gasp and quiver. Instead of squeezing the head like I
did, David stroked me up and down. I instinctively closed my eyes, losing
myself in the sensations.


"Does that feel good, Jimmy?"


"Oh yeah," I said, between heavy breaths.


"I thought you might like it; most boys do."


"Have you done this with other boys?" I asked.


"So you can speak with more than two words," David said with a giggle.
I blushed from embarrassment. I didn't like being teased. David let do of
my dick and softly caressed my cheek. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Jimmy. I
never want to do that again."


"It's okay," I said. No-one had ever talked to me the way he was, and I
found it both uncomfortable and caring. I didn't know if I was creeped
out or falling in love...perhaps it was both given my young age.


"It's not okay, but I promise to try better if you'll let me."


I don't know why I did it, but I reached out and hugged him. I know my
father cared about me, and maybe even my mother to some extent, but I had
never felt loved before. David was validating my feelings in ways I only
dreamed of. David wrapped his arms around me, not making a big deal out
of our naked bodies pressed against the other. I could feel tears forming
in the corner of my eyes. I clutched David, never wanting to let go. He
was a complete stranger to me--and a pedophile in hindsight--but I didn't
care (and still don't). In that moment, he was everything I needed and
wanted.


"You're such a sweet boy," David said, as he held me, letting be sob
all over him. He didn't do anything inappropriate. He just held me and
let me cry.


It was a few minutes before I pulled away. Before I could, David wiped
away my tears and cleaned my face with some tissues he had next to his
bed. "Feel better?" He asked.


"Yeah," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry I did that."


"There's nothing to be sorry about, Jimmy. Never apologize for how you
feel, especially to me. I think you're strong, brave and amazing."


I wanted to cry again but held back my tears. "Can I kiss you?" I
asked.


"Of course," he replied, kindly. "You can do whatever you want."


I leaned in and kissed David on the lips. It was a small peck, but for a
nine-year-old, it was a huge step and a show of intimacy and affection.
"Thanks for being nice to me."


"You're very welcome. Like I said, 'you're a sweet boy.' I'm glad I met
you."


"Me too."


"Can I kiss you?" David asked.


"Yeah," I said, smiling and feeling more confident.


I puckered my lips as David leaned in. Instead of a quick peck like I
gave him, he kept his lips on mine. I relaxed my lips and held them
against David's. I saw he had closed his eyes, so I did the same. There
was something natural about it that I really liked. He didn't try
sticking his tongue in my mouth or anything like that. We just tenderly
pressed our lips together.


David broke our kiss. He opened his eyes and gave me a gentle smile.
"You have very soft lips."


"So do you."


"Jimmy, I really like you."


"I like you, too."


"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Do you like me touching you?"


"Yes," I giggled.


"Do you like the way I touch your privates?"


"Oh yeah," I said, feeling excited again.


"I like that a lot, too. Can I touch you again? It's okay if you don't
want me to."


I reached out, took David's hand and moved it to my dick. David just
smiled and started stroking me again. I leaned in and kissed him the way
he kissed me before. I liked the way he smelled and how his rough hands
felt on my body, especially my penis.


David pulled away from our kiss and said, "You can touch me, too, if you
want. Don't feel pressured to, if you don't want to do that. It's a big
step to take, and you've already made a lot today."


"I want to," I said. David and I moved around, so it was easier for my
short arms to reach is penis, while David continued to play with mine.


He felt heavy in my hand. I also didn't realize how hard yet soft it was.
The outer flesh was a little squishy but the whole thing was hard, almost
like bone. It was like touching a fat finger that was several inches long
and very thick. My thumb grazed the top of his dick and it felt wet. I
pulled my hand away instinctively out of disgust. David chuckled and
explained what pre-cum was. "It's definitely not pee. I wouldn't do that
to you unless you ask me nicely."


"Have you ever peed on a boy?" I asked out of shock.


"Once. A kid named Tommy a few years back. I really liked it."


"Did you like it?"


"It's not my thing, but since he was letting me do things with him, I
felt it was the least I could do for him in return."


"What kind of things were you doing for him?"


"Well," David said, as if he wasn't sure he should say anything, "I
used to suck his dick."


"Ew," I said.


David chuckled and said, "It's actually not bad and feels really good;
even better than what you and I are doing."


"Really?" I asked, unable to comprehend.


"Would you like me to show you?"


I had to think hard about that one. I mean, pee comes out of there, and
the idea of someone putting their mouth there wasn't anything I thought
was good...but I did like the prospect of my dick feeling better than it
was now. Reluctantly, I agreed to let David do it.


He had me lay in the middle of the bed and gave me an extra pillow for
support. He gave me a quick kiss before scooting down the bed. David
stopped the moment his face was around my privates. I felt him grab my
dick and stroked it. With his other hand, he moved my legs apart just
enough to rub my taint and play with my small scrotum. Everything he did
felt amazing, but nothing could prepare me for what came next.


David looked back at me, smiled and winked. He then licked the tip of my
penis. I had a full-body quiver. I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
David opened his mouth and lowered around my tiny erection until his lips
touched my pelvic region. He then closed his mouth on my dick. I gasped
and felt my heart pounding. I then felt his tongue moving around as he
started sucking. I was panting in time with his head bobbing up and down
on my small penis.


My whole body shook and my toes curled. I could even feel my butthole
pucker when David rubbed between my legs. All these sensations were new
and welcomed. It wasn't long until I had an urge to pee really bad. I
told David to stop, so I could go to the bathroom, but he assured me that
it was normal, that I wouldn't pee and to just relax and "let it
happen." I had trusted him thus far, so I did as he had asked. Once he
started back up, it was like he had never stopped. My legs clamped his
hand, which was rubbing my taint. His mouth and tongue stroke and bobbed
faster and faster. The urge to pee came back, but I just "let it
happen." I figured if I did pee in his mouth, it was all David's fault
since I had warned him already. My breathing hastened and I grabbed the
bedding for stability as an explosion happened. My dick twitched
uncomfortably and my body when into full-blown spasms. I cried out as my
brain spun. It all felt so good, but it was also very scary.


David came off my dick and gave it a quick kiss. It was very sensitive
almost to the point of hurting.


"What do you think?" David asked.


All I could do was give him a thumbs up between dizzy spells and heavy
breathing. He chuckled and took his position next to me. David pulled me
against him and just held me close, while I caught my breath. I don't
know when it happened, but I fell asleep in his arms. I had never done
that before, not even with my parents. I woke up with my face buried
against David's neck. His arms were still around me. When he noticed I
had woken up, he began to gently rub my back. "How do you feel?" He
lovingly asked.


"Tired," I said. I hadn't moved, as I was quite comfortable. I noticed
that both of us were still hard. I wondered if David was expecting me to
suck his dick, too, though he hadn't said anything about it. I knew I
wasn't ready for that, especially with how big he was. I had never really
thought about doing stuff like that, let alone with other boys. David
certainly opened my eyes to possibilities.


"What time do you need to be home?" David asked.


"Before five," I said.


"Then we have just a little bit of time left. You slept for a few
hours."


"I did?"


"Oh yeah. You have the cutest snore I've ever heard from a boy."


I blushed and kissed David's neck. We didn't do anything more than just
lay in bed. We talked about me going into third grade and what my plans
were for the rest of the summer. I asked if I could come back, and David
said I was welcome anytime I liked as long as I didn't tell anyone what
we did, since he'd get into a lot of trouble. He didn't threaten me or
anything shady like that. I was taught that, if an adult touched your
privates and asked you to keep a secret, it was bad and I was supposed to
tell an adult right away; however, I knew nothing bad actually happened.
David never forced me to do anything and he let me make all the choices.
I agreed to keep it our secret.


When it was time for me to go, David insisted on dressing me. It felt a
little weird, since I had been dressing myself for a couple of years. He
kissed my lips once he got the shirt over my head, kissed each hand that
came through the sleeves, kissed each foot as it came out of each leg of
my shorts, and kissed my penis before sliding the waist over my hips.
"You look so beautiful, Jimmy. I'm so glad we did this."


"Me too," I said. I gave him a tight hug. I honestly didn't want to go
home. I wanted to stay with David, but I knew it couldn't happen;
however, I would be coming back the next day, and pretty much every day
for the rest of summer vacation.


David got dressed and talked me to the gate. He made sure the coast was
clear before letting me out. We kissed one last time, before I rode home.


***Coming Soon, Part II***