Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2023 10:25:38 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: The Bike Path Part IV (Gay/Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit helps. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18, with scenes of incest involving. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about the legality, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: As of mid-August 2023, I have been using a new email address. Please contact me (copy and paste) at NIFTYJHENRY1988.2@GMAIL.COM. If you've sent me an email prior to mid-August, please forward them to me, since I've lost access to my previous account. All future submissions will also be from this account. The Bike Path Part IV I know I shouldn't have done it, but as soon as I got home, I called the police. All I said was that Arthur's dad exposed himself to me from his bedroom window, which I knew overlooked the bike path. I said there was also a naked little boy in the room with him. I like Arthur, but what his dad was doing to him wasn't right. Looking back, I could definitely see how I was a hypocrite, having been with two grown men, but there was something wrong about Arthur's dad that set him apart from Eric and David. The two men I was with were kind, gentle and loving. Arthur's dad was just a pig looking to get off, even it if meant fucking his own kid to do it. I waited a couple weeks before heading to Arthur's place. I didn't know what to say or if I should even knock, but I need to know if Arthur was at least okay. I was prepared to lie, however. Again, I liked Arthur. I left my babysitter's house and rode my bike toward the entrance of the bike path when I was struck by a swerving car. One moment, I was looking to my right, and the next, I barely turned my head, as I felt the force of the car slam into me. At some point between contact with the car and the street, pain entered the picture. I had never been in so much pain in my life. I cried out as my head hit the pavement. A distant part of my brain acknowledged that my right leg was pinned under my bike, as the car rested on top of my lower body. There was shouting somewhere in the distance but nothing made sense. It seemed like twenty lifetimes, but eventually, the fire department and an ambulance arrived. The car was gently lifted and I was pulled out. If I hadn't been dazed and upset, I would've been floored by the handsome EMT who looked after me on the way to the hospital. Sadly, I never got his name. Since Dad was still out of town and Mom was at work, Julia was the one who came to the hospital for me. By the time she arrived, the tests showed that my right leg was broken in a couple of places, while my left was fractured. I was in a double leg cast. I also had a pretty good concussion with bandages covering my head, not to mention the scrapes and bruises. "How the hell did this happen?" Julia demanded of me, as if it were my fault and she was being inconvenienced. Luckily a nurse was in the room and explained the situation, while also giving Julia some well deserved attitude. "A car hit him. Apparently, the driver was trying to avoid hitting a cat and hit Jimmy instead, so it wasn't his fault, Lady." Julia shut her mouth after that. Mom, on the other hand, was another story. It was Mom who had to leave work and check me out, since Julia didn't have our insurance information. The ride home was a nightmare. Not only did my body hurt, but she yelled at me for ruining her day. According to her, she was working hard at getting a raise (aka, blowing her boss), and felt that I was being very disrespectful by getting hit. Sadly (or humorously depending on how you take it), I was very intoxicated from the painkillers and said, "How about I die next time? Would that make you happy?" "That's not funny," She said, though clearly avoiding answering my questions. My mother was forced to help into the house, though she put me on the couch. She bitched the entire time and even suggested that lose weight, despite being thin. I heard her call my father. By the tone of her voice, it was apparent that he wasn't able to return from work yet. I didn't hear the end of the conversation before passing out. Yes, that's right, my mother let her concussed child pass out. Mother of the Year, ladies and gentlemen. "Hey, Buddy," I heard. "Time to wake up." I felt a light tapping on my cheek, and I opened my eyes. Eric was leaning over me. Had I died and gone to heaven. "Thank God he's alive," my mother said. Her tone indicated that my death would've only been a further hindrance to her plans instead of genuine concern for my well-being. "Well, you know you're not supposed to let someone with a concussion fall asleep right?" Eric asked, taken aback by my mother. "What are you a doctor or something?" she said dismissively. "I have to go back to work. I may not be home tonight." "Okay? Is there food or special instructions for Jimmy?" My mother threw some money at Eric and said something about doctor's instructions in the kitchen before slamming the door behind her. I let out a little cry of pain as I tried to sit up. Eric ran to my side and put an arm on me. "You take it easy, mister. Tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you." "I need a hug," I said, as my emotions gave way. "You don't even need to ask, Baby," he said, gently wrapping his arms around me. "I've missed you so much," he whispered. "Where were you?" I cried, clutching to the teen. "It's a long story, but I'm here now, Baby, and by the sounds of it, I'm going to be here a while." "Promise?" "Promise." * * * True to her word, Mom never came home that night. She did come home the next day to give Eric more money and to tell him that she wasn't going to be home all week, without even asking if he could watch me. Luckily, Eric was also true to his word and stayed with me. I was in a lot of pain, and Eric did his best to minimize it. When he wasn't carrying me around to the bathroom or my bed, he was holding, snuggling and kissing me. Being an only child, I had always wondered what having a big brother would be like, and Eric was meeting and beating my wildest dreams. My favorite part of the day was bath time. Due to my casts, I couldn't take a proper bath, so Eric had given me what he called a "sponge bath," though he used a washcloth. Despite the drugs, I got hard every time he took my clothes off. "I see Little Jimmy is eager for his bath today," he'd say, slowly stroking my tiny penis. "He's been waiting all day," I'd reply, enjoying the touch of his fingers on my fleshy bits. Eric took his time going over every inch of my body that wasn't covered in plaster. He'd kiss each finger and each exposed toe after wiping them off. "Gotta make sure they're clear, you know," He'd say with a wink. "What about Little Jimmy? You have to make sure he's clean, too!" "That's true! How could I forget Little Jimmy?" He'd lean down between my legs and take me into his mouth and suck on me till my little body started to quiver. Unfortunately, the shaking was enough to hurt my legs, so we didn't do it very often. * * * On Eric's third day watching me, I asked, "I missed you." "When? Did I go somewhere?" "Yeah. I went to the store and asked where you were. The woman said that you quit." Eric kissed the top of my head and said, "I did quit. I couldn't stand working there anymore and hated the customers. I didn't want to, because it meant not seeing you, but I just couldn't stay there any longer." "Did you get another job?" "I did! I got the greatest job in the world!" "What is it?" "I get to watch the cutest boy in the world. He got hurt, and his Mom hired me to take really good care of him." "He seems lucky." "No, I'm the lucky one." Eric titled my head towards his and kissed me on the lips. "You are so beautiful, Jimmy." I blushed and buried my face in his chest, feeling happier than I had ever felt in my life. We must have fallen asleep because I was jolted by the voice of my father shouting, "What the fuck is going on?!" I felt Eric jerk under me. I let out a small cry of pain, since his movements jolted my legs. Eric stopped moving and checked on me as my father came into view. "Sir, I--" Eric sputtered, torn between panic and concern. "Jimmy, you better start explaining!" I had never seen my father look so pissed. Eric did his best to move out from under me and help to a sitting position. I winced in agony but did my best to tell Dad what happened, who Eric was (as a babysitter only) and why Mom hired him. "And Mom has been gone for three days, and hasn't even called." My father calmed down by the time I finished but was still giving Eric a sour look. Years later, my father confessed that he suspected something was going on between Eric and I, but I never told him the truth. Even after both of us came out, there were just some things a son doesn't need to tell his father. "And you've been here this entire time?" Dad asked Eric. "Yes Sir. Your wife had called my sister first, but my sister is as worthless as tits on a bull--and that's being polite, Sir. I've known your son for a few months and volunteered to take the job instead of my sister. I thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but apparently, it hasn't been." "Don't you have another job or school?" "I'm planning on going to college this fall. The store was just a summer job to earn extra cash, Sir." "How much did my wife give you for watching Jimmy this week?" Eric shrugged. He hadn't actually counted any of it, since he couldn't take me anywhere and there was plenty of food in the house. He pulled out his wallet and counted out $200. My father sat in silence, looking at me. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze but couldn't do much about it. "According to Jimmy's doctor, he's going to be in those casts for the rest of the summer. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow, and clearly, my wife is useless. Is there any way you can keep watching Jimmy for me? He's going to need full-time care that I can't do, my wife is unwilling to do, and I don't have time to find anyone else to do it." "Yeah, that's not a problem for me." "You do know this means you'll have to move in, right? I can't have him here by himself, let alone with the state he's in." "My parents would actually prefer I move out. My dad wanted to kick me out the day I turned 18, but my mom fought him on it." "Sounds like your dad and my wife share the same views on parenting." "It does, Sir." "And stop calling me "Sir." My name is Jim. I can pay you $200 per week, along with providing food and lodging. We have a spare room upstairs, as well. I just need to clean it out--" "--If it's alright with you, I could just share a room with Jimmy," Eric suggested, and I thought he was really brave doing so. "At least until he's off the pain meds and able to move around on his own. I wouldn't want him to be in a lot of pain, since I'm a deep sleeper and may not be able to hear him from another room." "Is that okay with you, Jimmy?" My father gave me an odd look that only made sense after our conversation decades later. "Yeah, I don't want to pee the bed or anything," I added as extra support. "Fair enough." My father and Eric arranged with Eric's parents to have movers bring Eric's stuff to our house. The movers were paid extra to help Eric set up in my room. While Eric and movers were upstairs, Dad sat next to me and asked, "Are you sure he's okay? He's not messing with you or anything?" I may have snitched on Arthur's dad, but I wasn't about to snitch on Eric. "No, Daddy. We're just friends, and he's the only one who wants to help me. We only fell asleep on the couch. The pills make me sleepy, and Eric was up all night taking care of me. We were just tired. I promise." "Okay, I believe you, Champ. It's my job to protect you from perverts." "He's not a pervert." To be honest, I didn't know what that word meant at the time, but I still wouldn't call Eric a pervert even after what we did together. I, myself, am and was a total pervert. Getting naked on a bike path waiting to have sex with older guys and other boys definitely qualifies me for that label. * * * Eric and dad spent the rest of the day and into the night talking. They had a few things in common, such as sports, movies and music. Dad ordered pizza, and I was worried when the same delivery boy who saw my tiny dick came to the door. Unfortunately, Dad was too physically intimidating for the boy to try to look--though if he had, he might have gotten another little peak. Again, I'm a pervert. Instead of Eric, Dad gave me a sponge bath. He said he hadn't given me a bath since I was about four, and we talked about work. He ignored my baby boner while Eric was washing it. Dad got me dressed and carried me to my bedroom, where Eric was on his bed reading. Eric was in his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. I thought I caught Dad checking Eric out, and I couldn't blame him. After saying good night, Dad closed the door and went to his room down the hall. "Hi," I whispered to Eric. "Hi." "You live here now." I was so excited. "Yeah. It's crazy, huh?" I nodded with a huge smile on my face. Eric quietly got out of his bed and walked over to mine. He sat on my bed, leaned down and kissed my lips, which I happily returned. ***Coming Soon, Part V*** Don't forget that I have a new email address, and to forward any emails you may have already sent me. My new address is: niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com