Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bike Path Part II (Gay/Adult Youth)

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The Bike Path

Part II


The day after my time with David was excruciating. I rode my bike back to
where I thought David lived but couldn't find his house. I rode around
the neighborhood and still couldn't find any place that looked familiar.
I wanted to feel like I had that afternoon, and I couldn't stop thinking
about it. In the end, I went back to where David had found me. I stripped
my clothes off and waited, touching and stroking my little cock and
balls. A few people and kids walked by but none of them were David.


When I knew it was getting late, I put my clothes on and went home. Of
course, Mom hadn't noticed I left, and Dad was still out of town working.
I took a shower, since I was dirty and sweaty from hiding in the bushes.
The water felt nice but wasn't as nice as David felt. I slowly stroked
myself the way David taught me and after a few minutes, I was on the
floor of my shower panting as my body, especially my dick, twitched and
spasmed.


"James!" My mother called out to me. "James, come here!"


I hated being called "James." I wasn't a fan of "Jimmy," either.
Before I was born, my father wanted to name me Nicholas. My parents
fought over the names, and when I was born, my father was out of town, so
it came down to my mother.


"What?" I said, wrapped in only a towel.


'For God's sake, James, put on some clothes before you come out of your
room."


I wanted to spout off that I was naked for God's sake, since if he didn't
like nudity, I would've been born with clothes on. "What do you want?"


"I'm taking off for the night," she said.


"Where are you going?"


"Out," was all she said.


"Do I have to stay with Julia?" I wasn't at all looking forward to
that. She would've had me working till midnight.


"No. Julia is busy tonight. I've hired a girl from up the street to
watch you here."


Great, I thought, a stranger in the house. "Why can't I be by myself?"


My mother laughed and said, "And have the house destroyed or burned down
to the ground? I don't think so. Besides, you're still way too young to
be left alone for that long. Stacy is a nice girl, so you better behave
yourself. Do you understand me?"


"Yes, ma'am."


"Now, get dressed. She'll be here shortly."


I was pulling a shirt over my head when I heard my mother talking to
someone in the living room. I opened my door and crept to the stairs.


"His bedtime is at eight, and nothing to drink after seven. Here's $50
for pizza and whatever else you want to order."


"Thank you so much, Mrs. Clarke," said my babysitter. Stacy was bright
eyed with a very friendly face, framed by long brown hair, pulled back a
bit by a hair band. She wore what I thought was a cheerleader's outfit
but more conservative in color. "I'm really glad for the opportunity. As
I mentioned, my church youth group is going on a trip and this will go a
long way towards that."


"Of course. I'm glad we can help each other." My mother looked up
towards the stairs and looked annoyed. "James, get down here and meet
Stacy. It's rude to spy on people."


I walked down and kept my eyes on Stacy who had a wide, cheerful smile. I
didn't want my mother to see that I was also just as annoyed as she was.


"Well, aren't you the cutest little guy there is?" Stacy said, bending
down at the waist, as if I were four. I didn't say a word.


"Alright then. I'll leave you two to it, and James, you better behave
yourself," Mother said, as if I was a constant problem. Again, I didn't
say a word.


Once my mother was safely down the road, Stacy's friendly demeanor
changed. Her face soured, very much like my mother's, and got on her
phone. "Yeah, it's just me and the brat."


I rolled my eyes and went back upstairs. I was going to be one of those
nights, I said to myself. My mother had the worst taste in people. Out of
a crowd of a thousand, she could pick out the biggest asshole and think
they were a saint.


Stacy arrived around five, and by seven, I was starving. "Are you going
to order dinner?" I asked, after coming back downstairs.


"Uh," Stacy said, as she was still on the phone. "Go away!"


"My mom gave you money for food."


"Hold on, Becky. Look you little shit, you mom gave me the money not you
to order whatever I want, and what I want doesn't include you. Go find a
cold hot dog or something."


I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen. This made me miss my dad and
David. My dad was a good cook and wouldn't have put up with Stacy, and I
liked to think that David, too, would've had some words to say on the
subject while making dinner for just the two of us.


After making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I saw Stacy watching
some bullshit reality show and knew I'd never get to watch what I wanted,
so I went to my room. I was allowed to have food upstairs, but Stacy was
still occupied walking to Becky or whomever to notice.


I spent my time playing with my Legos and lost track of time. With my
mother being gone all night, I didn't feel like respecting my bedtime. At
some point after sunset, I heard Stacy arguing with a male voice
downstairs. I rolled my eyes again, and assumed that she had her
boyfriend over. It was a common theme with my babysitters. Like I said
before, my mother knew how to pick them. Wanting to be nosy, I went to
the top of the stairs to eavesdrop again. All I could see was Stacy
looking furious.


"That's my entire payment!" She snarled.


"Take it or leave it," the male said. "I could always go home and tell
mom and dad what you're really up to."


Stacy stomped her foot and said, "Urgh, I hate you!"


"I still don't care. Fork it over or stay here." Stacy shoved her hand
in her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash handing it over. "Now, where
is my ward for the evening?"


"Upstairs, I think...like I care."


"A consummate professional. Get lost. I have a job to do." Stacy didn't
need to be told twice, as she snatched her purse and left.


I quickly made my way back to my room, turned off the light and climbed
into bed. The last thing I wanted was to get in trouble. Whomever this
guy was, he seemed to mean business. I heard heavy foot-falls on the
stairs and then a couple of doors opening. He was clearly looking for me.
My door was the next to open and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't keep
my eyes closed as the from the halls shined on my face.


"Well, well, well. Look who we have here?" The man's voice said. He was
backlit making it difficult for me to see his face. He opened my door
wider and turned on my light. "Hi, Jimmy."


I smiled wide and said, "Hi Eric! Are you my babysitter now?"


"Sure am," he said with a wink. "Have you eaten yet?"


"No. Stacy didn't get dinner."


"Figures. She's always been a bitch. Let's get a pizza and watch a
movie."


I quickly threw off my blankets, revealing my Iron Man Underoos. I went
to grab my pajama bottoms, when Eric said, "You don't have to wear them
if you don't want to." I smiled and walked towards him. He took my hand
and led me to the living room.


Eric ordered a pizza and we discussed which movie to watch. He slid a
finger between my hip and waistband and suggested Iron Man. I didn't
protest either. As we waited for the pizza, Eric pulled me onto his lap.
He told me about Stacy being his half-sister and how spoiled she was. He
rubbed my bare thigh from my knee up very close to my briefs. I was very
hard at his touch, but I wasn't sure if he noticed.


The doorbell rang, and Eric set me down to answer it. The pizza delivery
person looked to be a few years older than Eric. As Eric sorted through
the wad of bills Stacy handed over. I noticed the guy staring at me the
same way Eric had at the store when I flashed him my little cock. My
heart raced, as my right hand moved to my crotch. I gave it a little
squeeze, before pulling down the front of my Underoos. I grinned as the
pizza boy almost dropped our dinner. Luckily, Eric caught it in time. He
looked over at me, smiled, turned back to the diver and said, "Don't
mind him. He's just a tease."


"Lucky," the guy said, never taking his eyes off my groin, as Eric
closed the door.


"You're going to get in trouble one of these days doing that," Eric
said, as he sat down next to me. I put my dick away and looked down in
shame. "Hey, I didn't mean today or that you were in trouble with me,
but you might want to start being more careful who you show your body to.
Some guys are looking to hurt little boys like you."


"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked. I don't know why I said it, but
something he said kinda scared me.


"Of course not," Eric said, wrapping his arms around me. "I would
never hurt you, Jimmy. I like you way too much to ever want to do that."


"I like you, too, Eric." I returned the embrace and held him tight.
David also made me feel safe and wanted, but I had known Eric a lot
longer, relatively. "Can I kiss you?"


"Sure," Eric said with only a little hesitation.


I tilted my head just a little and kissed him on the lips. By his
reaction, I assumed he thought I was going to kiss him on the cheek, but
he grinned and blushed a little, which told me he was more than okay with
my kiss. I crawled back onto his lap and leaned my head against his
shoulder. We ate our pizza that way, and when it was time for the movie,
Eric laid down on the couch with me on top of him. He rubbed my back from
my ass to my shoulders, as I gently rubbed his chest, though over his
shirt.


At some point, I had fallen asleep. "Come on, Sleepy. Time for bed."
Eric shifted us and carried me back upstairs. I clung to his neck and
wrapped my legs around him, as he held me, supporting my body by putting
his hand on my butt. He pulled back my blankets and gently put me down
then covered me up. "Good night, Little Prince."


"Eric," I whispered.


"Yeah?" He whispered back.


"Would you sleep with me tonight?"


Eric seemed lost in thought. "I don't know, Buddy. What if your mom or
dad come home and see us in bed together. They might get really mad."


"Dad is out of town till next Friday, and Mom won't be home till the
afternoon. Please!"


Eric thought about it some more then said, "Okay. Just let me undress
first." I watched with bated breath as Eric removed his clothing. He was
wearing his usual black-on-black attire; however, when he dropped his
black jeans, I saw that he was wearing white briefs...and his dick looked
big in them. "Alright. Scoot over."


I shifted myself as Eric climbed into bed with me. There really wasn't a
lot of room, even with my small stature; however, we barely managed to
make it work. Eric put an arm around me, and I put my head on his bare
chest. His skin was warm and soft, with a little bit of hair that I
started to play with. I felt Eric kiss the top of my head, so I kissed
his chest.


"You're a sweet boy, you know that?"


I could only bring myself to hug him. David was the only other adult to
say nice things about me and make me feel wanted. I still missed David,
but it was really nice to have Eric in my bed. "You're really warm," I
said.


"Yeah, it is pretty hot in here, isn't it?" Eric tossed all the bedding
except the sheet off of us. "That better?"


"A little," I said, still not moving away from him...not that I had
much of a choice, given the size of the bed.


"I could open the window if that would make you feel better?"


"No," I said. We had air conditioning, which was on.


"Then, what would help?"


"Taking off our underwear," I suggested. I smiled and looked him in the
eyes the best I could given the darkness.


"I don't know," Eric said. "I think you're really cute, and I do like
you, but you're also really young, and I'm, like, 10 years older than
you."


"I don't mind."


"You might one day, and I don't want you to hate me for it taking
advantage of you and your innocence."


I didn't know what Innocence was, so I ignored it. "Please. We won't get
in trouble. I promise."


I waited with growing anticipation as Eric mulled over the existential
crisis before him. I continued to play with his chest hair and started to
rub my tiny boner against his leg. Even if he said no, he didn't stop me
from dry humping his thigh, which felt amazing enough.


"Okay," he whispered, "but you cannot tell anyone, ever. Okay?"


"I promise," I said, unable to contain my excitement. I pulled off my
little boy briefs, as Eric got out of bed to remove his own. I watched in
amazement at the sight of his naked form. His dick was a little bigger
than David's and stuck straight up. His body shook with nerves as he got
back into bed with me. I immediately repositioned myself against him,
making sure to place my left leg on his body, so it was touching his
groin. His private area was hairy, even more than David's.


"Are you okay?" I asked Eric, who seemed frozen.


"I will be, I think." He wouldn't even look me in the eyes.


I felt bad. I didn't want him to be mad or upset with me. I remembered
the look on his face when he saw my little hard on in the store and
thought he might like sleeping naked with me, or might even want to play
like David and I had.


"We can put our clothes back on if you want," I offered.


"What? No, Jimmy. I'm just nervous, that's all."


"Why are you nervous? I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."


"I know, but it still scares me. What if you get mad at me or someone
makes you tell on me? Or what if you accidentally said something? I could
go to prison for a long, long time."


"Oh," I said. Now I did feel bad. I grabbed my Underoos and started to
put them on when Eric gently grabbed my hand.


"Seriously, Jimmy, I'm fine. I've been wanting this for a long time,
ever since I first saw you in the store. I just never thought it would
ever happen."


"Really?"


"Really. You're so damn cute. How could I not?" Eric leaned down and
kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss. It
reminded me of kissing David.


Eric pulled me on top of him then wrapped his arms around me, while our
lips were still pressed against each other's. As much as I liked the feel
of my little dick rubbing against his giant one, it wasn't very
comfortable. I think Eric misunderstood my squirming around, as he
thrusted his pelvis against mine. I broke off our kiss with an ouch.


"Sorry," he said. "Here, let me fix this." He had me sit up and slide
up to his chest, so my privates were very close to his face. He stopped
moving and was transfixed by my genitals. I giggled and poked his lips
with my tiny cock. Eric looked at me and grinned. With both hands, he
grabbed my butt and brought me closer, opening his mouth in the process.


I gasped as I felt his mouth surround my boyhood. He was very good like
David, but there was something more. His tongue looped, glided and
stroked my baby boner. I was so turned on, I grabbed his head to steady
myself. I then felt Eric's fingers massage my butt cheeks, as a stray
finger began to press and caress my tight butthole.


I breathed faster as Eric worked my body. He moved my hips, so my penis
slid back and forth over his lips. He then tongued the head of my cock
causing me to pant more. I felt something building inside of me. I
remember David doing this to me, and I couldn't wait for Eric to do the
same.


However, Eric pulled me out of his mouth and with one, quick motion, I
was on my back and Eric was above me. Instinctively, I panicked. I don't
know why for sure, but I think I was just caught off guard; plus, he was
so much bigger than me physically. He must have seen the look of terror
on my face, because he softly stroked my cheek with his hand and said,
"You're going to be okay, Jimmy. I will never do anything to hurt you,
ever. You mean too much to me now." He leaned in and we started kissing
once more.


Once I was settled down, Eric moved from kissing my lips to kissing my
neck. God, it felt amazing. I got tingles up and down my spine, which
made my whole body shiver, especially when he traced my ears with his
tongue and playfully nibbled the lobes.


I spread my legs, so he could lay down on me better. His chest hair felt
funny on my penis and even more so as we kissed his way down to my chest
and belly, only coming to a stop at my privates. Eric started sucking on
me again, and I grabbed his head for some reason. Despite the look, his
hair wasn't greasy, after all, but was soft and I loved running my
fingers through it.


Eric then sat up and grabbed my ankles. "Hope you're not ticklish," he
said with a wink.


I was rather ticklish and didn't like it. I had cousins who would pin me
down and tickle me till I peed myself. It always upset me; of course, Mom
didn't care and would yell at me for soiling my clothes.


Eric took my feet and started kissing them. I thought it was weird but
didn't say anything. I was having too much fun. Soon, he went from
kissing each toe to licking then sucking on them. I grabbed my dick and
started squeezing it. I wasn't a fan of what Eric was doing, but he was
really enjoying it; plus, he wasn't tickling me. He finished by licking
the bottoms of my feet from heel to toes. "Thanks," he said, as if out
of breath.


"You're welcome," I said, hoping it wouldn't happen again.


Still holding onto my ankles, push my legs back, bending them at the
knee, to my chest. He lowered his face, and pushed back on my legs, till
my butt was raised, very close to his face. "Oh," I said, as Eric began
to lick my butthole.


I gripped the sheet beneath me and was overwhelmed by the feelings I was
experiencing. As Eric licked me, one of his hands stroked my dick, while
the other occasionally massaged my butthole. My body shuttered, quivered
and squirmed. I began to cry out and moan. Soon, my body was sent into
convulsions of ecstasy. My butthole and dick twitched in time with each
other. I had a full-body orgasm at nine-years-old. I was out of breath as
if I had run a six-minute mile.


"How are you feeling?" Eric asked with a grin.


I looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you."


"Whoa there!" He laughed. "I think we're rushing things a little."


"Sorry."


He kissed me and said, "It's okay. I want to love you, too, but we
should be friends first."


"We're not friends?" I felt kind of hurt by his statement.


"Yeah, I think we're friends now; I mean, I just gave you a rim job."


"What's that?"


"Licking your butt."


"Ew!" I giggled.


"You didn't think it was 'Ew!" while I was doing it." Eric tickled me
a little bit, which wasn't as annoying as when my cousins did it.


We kissed once again, as he pulled into his arms. I turned around, so my
back was against his chest. "Lift your leg," he said. I did as he asked
and I felt his big dick move between my thighs. "There. That way I don't
constantly poke you."


"Are you going to put it in me?" I asked, feeling unsure about things.


"No," he said and kissed my head. "I'd only hurt you, and like I said
before, I never want to do that, ever. I'll probably jerk off later or
tomorrow."


"Okay," not sure what he meant, but I was really tired. Something
crossed my mind, and I asked, "Are we boyfriends now?"


"Hmm," he replied, "I don't know. Do you want to be boyfriends?"


"I don't know," I said with a wide yawn.


"How about we sleep on it, and if you want to be boyfriends in the
morning, we can talk about it then, okay?"


"Okay. Good night, Eric."


"Good night, Jimmy," he said. "I love you, too."


Despite his massive boner between my legs, I had never slept that well.


***Coming Soon, Part III***