Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bike Path Part III (Gay/Adult Youth)

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The Bike Path

Part III


The summer heat was the worst the year I was 9. Julia wouldn't let me
outside for an entire week. I think I was more miserable being stuck in
the house than I would've been in the heat. I could've at least hung out
with Eric at the store.


I had grown to miss Eric since he babysat me. My mother didn't have any
more overnight dates with her secret boyfriend, so there was no need for
a babysitter, and with the heat, I hadn't been able to go see him. I
spent so much time thinking about him and what we did I was often scolded
for not paying attention to my chores by Julia or ignoring my mother's
ramblings.


Thankfully, the heat wave didn't last more than a week. At my first
opportunity, I rode to the store, but my heart was slightly cracked at
seeing another cashier, Debby, behind the counter. I looked around the
floor, hoping Eric was doing inventory or something, but no luck.


"Hi James," Debby said with a smile as I approached the register.


"Hi. Is Eric here today?" I asked.


"I'm afraid Eric no longer works here." Debby gave me an odd look I
couldn't figure out.


"Oh," I said, clearly feeling upset. First David, now Eric. I found two
men who liked me the way I liked them, and they've both vanished from my
life.


I decided to ride my bike back to my secret spot, hoping David would find
me again. I admit that I cried when I got there. I felt so alone,
unwanted and used. I had liked Eric for quite awhile. I questioned what I
had done to drive these two men away.


I crawled into my hiding spot, pulled in my bike and stripped off all my
clothes. I looked down at my naked, prepubescent flesh and wondered what
was wrong with me. Was it that my dick was small? Was it that I had no
hair on my body, especially around my genitals? Was I not cute enough?
Good enough? Lovable enough?


I had laid my clothes out beneath me and cried myself to sleep.


"Hey. Hey, wake up."


I don't know how long I had been asleep, but it was still daylight and
hot. I was woken up by a set of small, soft hands slightly shaking my
bare shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and nearly screamed. A boy, about
my age, was leaning over me. I recognized him from school, as well. I
instinctively covered my groin with my hands, not realizing that he had
already seen me fully naked as he crawled into my hiding place.


"Good. You're alive," the boy said, genuinely relieved.


"What do you want?" I stammered. Adrenaline was making my whole body
shake with nervousness.


"My dad saw you in here, and told me to bring you to my place."


I blinked at the boy, confused. "What? Why?"


"I don't know," he replied, "probably because you don't have any
clothes on."


It made sense at the time. Being only nine years old, I didn't really
have the sense to question things further. I put my clothes back on,
fully aware that the boy was watching my every move. I found it both
annoying and exciting. I loved being watched while naked, but I had never
been watched by a boy my age before and wasn't sure if I like it.


The boy helped me pull my bike from the bushes, and I followed him back
to his place. At first, I thought we were heading to David's as we walked
down very familiar territory; however, we turned down a road I didn't
know, walked a couple more blocks and entered a house at the back of a
dead end.


"Daddy, I brought the boy," he called out, kicking off his shoes. I
also took off my shoes and followed my host through the dimly lit
building. We made our way through the living room and down a darkened
hall. The boy stopped at the end, and opened a door on the left. "Daddy,
we're here," he said once more.


I entered the bedroom in awe. The room was darkened with blackout
curtains and the only illumination was a large TV screen with porn on it.
On the bed, which took up a great deal of the real estate, was a large,
beefy man, naked, playing with himself. He was definitely older than
David and kind of handsome. He didn't look our way or say a word.


The boy closed the door behind us and started to remove his clothes...all
of his clothes. I got a good look at him as he stripped. He had well
managed, short brown hair, with light blue eyes. His skin was a nice,
dark olive complexion. He was on the healthier side of his weight and was
pretty tall. Once he removed his boxer briefs, I saw a good sized cock.
Like me, he hadn't started puberty, but his penis was longer and fatter
than mine already. He gave me a slight, gentle smile before climbing on
the bed next to his father, who was still stroking his own large, meaty
dick.


Unsure of what to do but not wanting to be left out, I took my clothes
off once more and got on the bed next to the boy.


"Who's your friend, Arty?" The man finally asked without taking his
eyes off of the screen.


"It's James from my school. You wanted me to bring him home, remember?"


"Yeah, I remember." He pulled his eyes from the screen long enough to
check me out properly, then returned to the video.


I remembered the boy's name was Arthur. Despite having gone to the same
school for the last four years, we were never in the same class. I knew
him to be very quiet and mostly kept to himself. We had a couple of
mutual friends but that was it.


"So, you like being naked, too, James?" Arthur's dad asked.


"Yes," I replied, still very nervous about the situation. The man was
glued to the video, and he continued to slowly stroke his very large,
stiff cock. I looked over at Arthur, and he was copying his father's hand
movements, while looking hungrily at his father's dick.


The man reached a hand over, put it behind Arthur's head and guided the
boy's open, drooling mouth over and down. "Good boy," he purred as his
son bobbed up and down on the thick, stubby cock.


I was in shock, as I had never seen anything like it. I had never once
considered having sex with my father and still am not sure how I feel
about it; however, there was no denying that my own tiny prick was hard
and horny for it. I instinctively stroked, tugged and squeezed myself, as
I watched Arthur pleasure his dad.


The man took his eyes off of the screen and looked at me grinning. "He's
pretty good at sucking dick. Have you ever had your dick sucked, James?"


I froze. Admitting that I had, twice, might have meant more questions,
which could've exposed more than my naked flesh to his man. "No," I
lied.


He smiled and tapped Arthur on the back of his bobbing head. "Why don't
you play with your friend for a bit and show him how Daddy likes it?"


Arthur didn't look too pleased with the idea but obeyed his father's
wishes. I leaned back as Arthur opened his mouth and took me in. I
immediately quivered. Despite how good David and Eric were, Arthur was
amazing. His little tongue wrapped around my penis and repeatedly
squeezed as he slid up and down my micro pole. He played with my hairless
balls and even fingered my hole at the same time.


"Good boy, Artie," his dad said, rubbing the boy's naked butt. "I
think he likes it too."


I ran my hands through Arthur's dark hair and looked into his beautiful
blue eyes. He had never noticed how cute he was before. I rubbed his
cheek softly as he continued to suck me.


"James, how about you try it?" The man suggested.


I was very nervous and wasn't sure about the whole thing. I mean, I'm
sure--if it had just been Arthur and I--I would've done it on my own, but
being asked to do it by an adult, especially the boy's father, seemed
weird to me. What changed my mind was Arthur. He came off my cock and
kissed me on the lips. I really liked it and kissed him back.


I turned and moved so my feet were under the pillows. It took some help
from Arthur's dad, but we managed to get ourselves into a position I
would later learn was called a "69." Arthur made the first move and
went back to sucking my tiny cock. I took a hold of his dick and stroked
it a bit. Despite being a little bigger than mine, he was as hard as Eric
and David got. I could feel drool begin to form at the corners of my
mouth and knew I wanted to taste him. I opened my mouth and closed
gently, wrapping my lips around the stiff, prepubescent boner inside me.
I lapped at the small cock and was happy that I made Arthur shudder. He
tasted a little salty and nice. I mimicked what Arthur was doing to me,
along with some of the things that David and Eric had done. I couldn't
help but smile when I heard the boy give a small squeak.


Arthur hummed softly as he sucked me. It was so amazing to feel him
against my body. The adults felt good, too, but there was something about
a boy my age that was so different and great. I loved pressing my face
against his pelvis burying my nose in Arthur's soft, hairless ball sack.
The wrinkly mass of flesh smelled just a tiny bit musty and was like a
feather pillow against my face. I never wanted to stop.


"You boys are so beautiful," Arthur's dad said. He ran a hand through
my hair as I sucked off his son.


I felt the bed shift as the man moved about. I then noticed Arthur's leg
lift. I pulled back from the boy's balls enough to see his dad rubbing
Arthur's but, as if he was wiping it, though he wasn't holding a tissue
or toilet paper. The bed gave a good lurch as the man moved bodily onto
his side, facing us. I could see him stroking himself as he moved closer
to Arthur.


My eyes grew wide as I watched Arthur's dad rub the tip of his beefy
penis against Arthur's butthole. "I hope you're ready, Artie," he
whispered as he slowly slid his dick into his son, who still had my dick
in his mouth. Arthur moaned loudly but didn't stop as his father moved
deeper inside.


"Fuck," the adult sighed once he stopped.


My face was so close, I could smell the older man's musk. It wasn't as
nice as Arthur's, but it wasn't bad enough for me to stop what I was
doing. I continued to tongue the boy while I watched, fully enraptured,
as his dad slid his grown penis back and forth inside my fellow
9-year-old.


A large arm wrapped against my lower back, as Arthur's dad pinned Arthur
between our naked bodies. The slick, meaty hand rubbed my smooth bottom,
as his son's mouth worked my cock as hard as the man's cock was working
his son's asshole. I then felt a large finger playing with my hole. I
moaned instinctively. Everything was feeling so good, though a part of me
wanted to leave immediately. That anxiety and fear increased as the
finger pressed against my hole and eventually entered my body. I cried
out around the mouth full of boy cock.


"It's okay, James," the man said, panting. He had picked up his pace as
his hips slammed into his son's bare ass. "It'll take time, but you'll
love this soon enough."


I was too conflicted to do much of anything. I wanted to keep playing
with Arthur, but I didn't really like what his dad was doing. I think if
it had been Eric or David, I would've been okay with it...maybe.


"Ugh, ugh!" The adult cried out, as he thrust himself deep inside his
son, and he stopped moving his body, though it did quiver for a few
seconds. I heard some kissing and assumed his father was kissing his son,
since Arthur was still sucking me off. I watched as the man pulled out of
his son, leaving a trail of white liquid behind. "Artie, stop sucking
the boy and get him out of here.""


Without another word, Arthur stopped what he was doing and pulled out of
my mouth. He climbed over me and tossed me my clothes. I didn't need to
be told what to do, as I got dressed, happy to get away from this creepy
old guy. Once dressed, Arthur led me to the front door. He looked back
over his shoulder then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.


"Can we play again?" He whispered.


"Yes," I said with a smile. "Maybe you can stay the night at my place
sometime?"


"I'd like that," he said, and opened the door for me.


I gave him a kiss on the lips and walked towards my bike.


***Coming Soon, Part IV***


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