Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 00:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bike Path Part V (Adult/Youth)

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The Bike Path

Part V


Things were mostly great. Eric was the best...everything. Dad stayed for
a couple of days, making sure Eric had all my insurance information, had
him sign some stuff so he could make decisions for Dad without needing
mom, and even "hired" him as an assistant with the company, so Eric
could get officially paid and his own health insurance.


Mom came by about once or twice a week, though only long enough to grab a
change of clothes. I can only remember one time that she asked Eric how I
was, though it was in passing and never once directed at me. I didn't
care, though; I had Eric.


As we entered August, the heat became unbearable. There were a few days
that got so hot the air conditioning wasn't that great. Eric was worried
that it might break. We were lucky enough that he could drive and Dad
gave him keys to one of the cars.


Eric dressed me in basketball shorts, no underwear, and a tank top. Given
my legs were in casts, still, Eric put flip-flops on my bare feet.


"Here you go, Young Sir," he said, putting sunglasses on my face. I
giggled at the new nickname he had for me. Sure, I could've put the
glasses on myself, but I loved when he did it, since it usually meant
either a kiss on the forehead or lips, depending on if we had an audience
or not.


"Thanks," I said, smiling. I reached out, wrapped my arms around his
neck and said, "I love you."


"I love you more," he softly said.


* * *


We drove into the mountains where it was noticeably cooler. When he
wasn't needing to hold onto the wheel, Eric and I held hands. We talked
about the coming cool year and my 10th birthday. He was way more excited
about starting college than I was 4th grade.


"Are you bullied at school?" Eric asked, rubbing his thumb against the
back of my hand.


"Not really," I said, kind of lying. "I just don't have a lot of
friends, and the ones I have get bullied sometimes." That part was true,
but I was often thrown in with them.


"Want me to beat them up? I can't have anyone picking on my boyfriend."


I giggled. "Are you my boyfriend?"


Eric smiled and said, "Well, you are a boy and my friend, so...."


I giggled again and stuck my tongue out at him. I liked his teasing,
sometimes.


He let go of my hand and tickled me. "If you keep sticking that thing
out, I might have to put it in my mouth for safe keeping."


I smiled and pulled down my shorts, exposing my hard winky. Eric looked
down, smiled and pulled off onto a side road. After a few minutes, he
pulled over in a shaded area. I looked around, still exposing myself, as
he unbuckled himself. "If that's how you want to play it," he said, as
he leaned over and started sucking me.


"Mmm," I moaned as his tongue washed my privates. I ran my hand through
his hair and resisted thrusting my hips, since that would only hurt my
legs.


"Stop, stop, stop," I call out as I feel my orgasm coming. As much as I
needed it, the pain was never worth it.


"Okay," Eric said, pulling himself off of me. He carefully pulled my
shorts over my little stiffy, making sure to not send me over, since I
was so sensitive. He sat up enough, so we could kiss. As we did, he
caressed my cheek, making me melt. "I love you, James."


"I love you more."


* * *


We drove around for several hours, mostly in silence. We didn't feel the
need to fill silences. Being next to each other was all we ever needed.


It was after dark by the time we returned home. I woke up as we pulled
into the driveway. Eric turned off the car, came around the other side,
picked me up and carried me into the house. I laid my head against his
shoulder and closed my eyes, inhaling his scent.


"Where the fuck have you been?" I heard Mom snarl, which woke me up
immediately.


"We went for a drive," Eric said, both confused and offended. "It was
hot, so I took James out of town." He tried moving past her, but she
blocked the door.


"Who gave the right fucking right to do what you want with my
bast...child?" I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and I started to
cry.


"Would you move, please?" I could feel Eric shaking with pent up rage
as he stood on the stoop. "James needs his medicine and put to bed."


"Don't you tell me what to do!" She shouted. "Give him to me!"


"No," Eric said, flatly, and started to back up.


"Don't you dare defy me! I'm your boss and his mother!"


"You're neither, lady. Your husband hired me and made it clear that I
don't work for you, and you're hardly his mother.. Fuck, this is the
longest conversation we've had since you bailed on him after his
accident; in fact, you were pretty quick to be rid of him."


"That's besides the point," Mom said, slurring her words. "I'm here
now, and I want you out of my house!"


"I think your husband will have something else to say about that." Eric
clapped back.


He made his way back to the car, put me in the passenger seat then locked
the door quickly, making sure that Mom couldn't open it. It was a wasted
effort, however, as she fell over a few feet away from the car. Eric made
no attempt to help her as he got behind the wheel. We were out of the
driveway and down the street as she was starting to get up.


I cried. I was embarrassed that Eric had to see her like that, and I was
pissed at the way she talked about me. Although I was nine, I understood
that I was only a status symbol to her. Proof that she had a child with a
reasonably well-off husband, and that she wasn't some barren hag and a
gold digger; however, if we're being honest, she absolutely was all those
things and more.


Eric reached over and took my hand in his. He was shaking still, but we
found strength in each other. It wasn't long before he pulled over to
call Dad. The conversation wasn't too lengthy. Dad was already aware of
the situation, as Mom had called him before he even got to the house. Dad
had already called the police and informed them that Mom was drunk, and I
was safe with Eric,who had his permission to take care of me. He even had
reserved a hotel room for us.


When we got to the hotel, Eric unloaded me and set me on the single bed.
I still don't know if it was intentional or not, but I was grateful that
I would be sleeping with the man who loved me unconditionally. I called
and talked to Dad. I explained what I saw and what Mom said. He tried to
hide it, but Dad's anger and outrage came in clear with every sentence he
uttered.


"I don't care what she said, Jimmy. You know I love you, right?"


"Yes, Daddy. I love you, too. Why can't she just go away and leave us
alone?" I had never expressed those feelings out loud before, and I
never intended to say them to Dad. After everything Mom had just said, I
didn't feel a need to hide what I truly felt anymore.


Dad was silent for a long time, or at least it felt like forever. "I
don't know, Buddy. I know if I file for divorce, she'd try to take you
from me. With me working out of town as much as I do, I don't know if I'd
have custody, and I would never leave you alone with her. I love you too
much to do that to you. If I could be home, I would be there in a
heartbeat. I miss you so much, and I miss you all the time. It hurts
being away from you."


I couldn't help but start sobbing, "I miss you, too, Daddy. I hate her
so much."


"I know you do, and I'm not a fan of her either. Unfortunately, we have
to put up with her until I can find a way to keep you. I can't lose you,
Jimmy."


"I love you, Daddy."


"I love you, too, Son. Could you put Eric on the phone, please? I will
make sure to talk to you again, right after."


"Okay," I said, wiping my tears away, as I handed the phone to Eric.
Since Dad did most of the talking, I didn't really pay attention. I was
relieved that the burden I had been carrying for years was finally out,
and Dad finally knew how I felt about Mom. I was also happy that he
wasn't mad at me for feeling the way I did, and that he also felt the
same way. I know I should love my mother, but it was from that night
forward that I had stopped. I only showed her respect because that's what
Dad wanted. Once I turned 18, I kept all contact with her to a bare
minimum.


"Yes, Sir," Eric said, "I will. Thank you, again, for trusting me with
James. Of course, Sir. I wouldn't have it any other way. Here's James."


Eric handed me the phone and went into the bathroom. I talked a little
bit more with Dad, who explained that Eric and I would be staying at the
hotel for a couple of days to give him time to talk to Mom and hope that
she sobered up. Luckily, Eric had brought my medicine with us, so there
was no immediate need to go back to the house.


"Good night, Jimmy. I love you so much."


"Good night, Daddy. I love you, too."


Once Dad hung up, I started to cry again. Eric was already out of the
bathroom and sitting next to me. He pulled me into a hug and held me till
I calmed down enough to take my pill. He then removed my clothes and gave
me a quick sponge bath. He pulled back the blankets and, still naked,
covered me up. Eric then removed all of his clothes, including his
underwear, turned off the lights and climbed into bed with me.


I eased myself onto my side and curled up to him, pressing my naked body
to his. He wrapped his arm around me, and I laid my head on his chest.
The sound of his heart beating was soothing and reassuring. "What did
Daddy talk to you about?"


"He asked me to delay going to college this coming year."


"What?" I asked, shocked. "Why?"


"He wanted to be sure that you could be looked after full time. After
tonight, I can see why. Your mom was way out of line and out of control.
If I was forced to leave you with her, who knows what might have
happened? Your dad and I don't want anything to happen to you, and I
promised to make sure that nothing will."


"Because we're boyfriends?" I asked, far less joking than before.


"Yeah, because you're my boyfriend, and I love you far more than you can
possibly understand."


"I love you more," I said, smiling at him, while trying to fight back
more tears.


"I don't think that's possible," he replied and missed the top of my
head. We had learned the hard way that I was not flexible enough,
especially with my casts, to bend my head back enough like that to kiss
properly. It didn't matter much to me, though. I loved being kissed by
Eric no matter where he placed his lips.


We laid like that till I fell asleep.


***Coming Soon, Part VI***


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