Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bike Path Part VI (Finale) (Adult/Youth)

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The Bike Path

Part VI


Eric and I were enjoying the last days of summer. Dad called Mom and told
her to get sober and back off, or he'd file for divorce. She stayed away
from the house and gave Eric notice whenever she planned to stop by, so
he could take me somewhere.


I hated that my legs were still messed up, but the pain was finally gone.
Eric rewarded me with a nice, long blow job. He edged my tiny cock until
I yelled at him to make me cum. He giggled and said, "Yes, Young
Master." My body exploded in unbridled pleasure and ecstasy. Wave after
wave of orgasmic bliss flooded my youthful flesh, and didn't stop for
several minutes after Eric stopped sucking me.


It was Labor Day weekend when Eric said he wanted to take a walk.


"That's funny," I said and kissed him.


Eric laughed and said, "I would push you in your wheelchair, silly." He
tickled me for making fun of him, which I didn't mind. I liked giving him
reasons to touch me. "My uncle asked me to stop by his place and get a
gift he bought me for college. I thought it would be nice to get out of
the house for a little bit, and he doesn't live too far from here."


I said I was good with that. Being with Eric was the only thing I wanted.


* * *


The mid-summer air wasn't as hot as it had been a few weeks prior, though
the sun was still shining down on us with all its glory. Since I lived in
a well-off neighborhood, our sidewalks were reasonably well maintained,
making the trip in the wheelchair bearable. We passed some very hot dads
washing their cars, and some cute kids playing in sprinklers.


Eric kept our pace slow yet steady. We made small talk as we took in the
scenery. A few times we stopped under a large, shade tree and admired
some shirtless guy or a teen boy who, based on the swinging bulge in his
shorts, wasn't wearing underwear. I considered flashing a few of these
men, but I didn't want any of them to get mad if they weren't into me.
The last thing Eric and I needed was some asshole homophobe following
around.


Soon, we were at the entrance to the bike path. Memories came back to me
as we passed some of my favorite hiding spots. Eric and I never really
talked about me laying in the bushes naked or the couple of times I went
home with someone. Honestly, it never crossed my mind to. He knew I liked
to show myself off, and often wondered if we could get the same pizza guy
that came to the door the first time Eric babysat me.


As we walked, we came by Arthur's house. My heart filled with dread and
guilt. I had essentially broken up that home with my phone call. I didn't
feel bad that I sent that piece of shit to prison--or, I hoped he went to
prison--but I did feel bad for putting Arthur in that spot. He was a
sweet boy who deserved better. He deserved someone like Eric.


"Eric, we're still boyfriends, right?"


"Of course."


"So, when are we getting married?"


Eric stopped the wheelchair so fast, I thought he was going to dumb me
out of it. "Married?" He asked. I could hear the fear in his voice.


"Well, yeah," I said, with a lot less confidence. "I mean, we're
boyfriends, and isn't that what boyfriends do?"


The pregnant pause was thick enough to choke on. I began to panic.
"Eric! Are you still here?!"


"Uh, yeah, Jimmy. I'm still here."


"I'm sorry."


"For what?"


"Making you angry. I didn't mean to."


Eric came around, so I could see him. He didn't look mad, but he also
didn't look very happy. "Jimmy, you know I love you, right?"


"Yes," I replied, still feeling like I was about to be screamed at.


"You're almost 10 years old, and I'll be 19 just after the new year. Do
you know what that means?"


I had to think about it, and all I could think of was, "Our birthdays
are close?"


Eric got on his knees and took my hands in his. "No, Baby. What it means
is that, by the time you turn 18, I'll be almost 30."


I didn't get it. "So? Dad's, like 34, and Mom is something like 36."


"Would you still want to be my boyfriend when I'm that old?"


"Duh! I love you. Don't you love me?"


"More than anything."


"Then why can't we get married?"


"Jimmy, who knows who you will fall in love with before you turn 18.
That's a long way away."


"I won't! I promise!" The panic I felt was starting to overwhelm me,
and tears started to fall. "I don't want you to leave me!"


Eric moved and wrapped his arms around me. "I will never leave you. I
love you so much, Jimmy."


* * *


Once I calmed down, we continued on our walk. Eventually, we ended up at
the store Eric worked at. A girl was behind the counter. When she saw us,
she asked if I was Eric's baby brother. Before I could tell her I was his
boyfriend, Eric said that I was his cousin and that he was babysitting.


I gave Eric a stern look but didn't say anything. The clerk took my glare
as offense to being babysat and thought my expression "looked cute."


After we left the store, Eric offered me the ice cream he had bought. I
turned him down and pouted.


"Babe, people can't know about us like that," Eric said, patiently.
"If anyone found out, I could get into a lot of trouble, and I'd never
be allowed to see you again."


"But you lied," I said. I wasn't going to let him off the hook that
easy.


"I lied to her to protect us. If she knew about us and what we did in
private, the cops would come, take me away and your dad would make sure
we never saw each other again."


I saw his logic but was still mad. I wanted to be proud and happy about
my boyfriend, and I thought it was unfair that I had to hide him. "I
just wanted someone to be happy for us."


"There will be plenty of people, but when we're older. Believe me,
Jimmy, I want to tell people, too, but we can't risk it right now."


"Fine," I said, obviously not buying it.


Eric pulled us over to the side under a shady tree. He got on one knee,
rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small object covered in plastic
film. He fumbled with the wrapper, opened it and pulled out a piece of
plastic topped with some candy. "Jimmy, I love you with all my heart. I
don't want to spend another minute without you. Will you marry me?"


"Well, yeah," I said, as if Eric was being dumb, completely ignorant to
what was happening. "But you said we had to wait till I turned 18!"


Eric giggled and rolled his eyes, which only soured my mood again.
"Babe, I'm proposing to you. You only need to answer yes or no."


"Fine. I'll marry you," I said as if he was being unreasonable. Eric
slid the rings sucker on my finger. He looked around, leaned in and
kissed me on the lips, which I returned before putting the cherry
flavored candy in my mouth.


* * *


We walk back down the bike path before taking a side street I wasn't
familiar with. There were a lot more shade trees, which was a relief
given the heat was beginning to get too much. The candy and heat wasn't
mixing well, and my stomach was feeling icky.


"Almost there, Babe," Eric said, as we turned down another street. We
turn again up the driveway of a brown house. The curtains were closed, so
I couldn't tell if anyone was home. Eric packed me in a shady spot near
the garage, which blocked my view, and walked to the front door.


I heard voices but couldn't make out what was being said. A minute later,
Eric came back to get me. He had to back me into the house, since there
wasn't a ramp for my wheelchair. I could feel the welcoming cool breeze
of air conditioning, as I crossed the threshold. Eric parked me a little
ways past the door, walked around and closed it, plunging us into near
total darkness.


"Would your friend like something cold to drink?" I heard a familiar
voice ask, as my heart began to pound in my chest.


"Yes, please, Uncle David," Eric said, turning my chair around.


There, standing holding a can of Coke, was the man I went home with, who
made me feel special. He smiled despite himself, I think, and asked,
"So, this is the little friend you've been taking care of."


"Yes, Sir. James, this is my Uncle David."


Before I could say a word, David said, "Yeah, we've met before."


"Hi," was all I could manage to squeak out.


Eric didn't say anything, and I could only assume that he was trying to
piece things together. David must have seen Eric's confused look, because
David chuckled and said, "I found this little one playing on the bike
path and got him out of the heat."


"Oh," Eric said, sounding a little upbeat. I was so nervous, though, I
could've been mistaken.


David looked at me and said, "I was wondering if I was ever going to see
you again."


My throat was dry, so I took several swigs of Coke before answering. "I
couldn't find the way back."


"That's fair. I brought you in through the back gate, and it's kind of
hard to see from the path."


"Yeah," I said, taking another drink.


"Well, I'm really glad you're both here, then. I was about to give Eric
my gift for going to college."


"Nice," Eric said. He moved next to his uncle, and I was happy to see
that Eric was smiling. "Where should I put James? I'm guessing this will
take awhile."


"Bring him with us, but you'll need to carry him. His chair won't fit."


Eric gave his uncle an odd look but did as instructed. I wrapped my arms
around his neck as he lifted me. My back and butt were soaked with sweat,
and the AC made me feel really cold, which gave me an excuse to cling
tighter to Eric.


We talked down the familiar dark hallway to the even more familiar
bedroom. Eric set me on the bed, and scooted myself back against the
pillows. The room hadn't changed since the last time I was there. The
only difference was Eric.


I looked at the handsome men standing at the foot of the bed, wondering
what was about to happen. The last time I was there, I was introduced to
sex by my boyfriend's uncle. I admit that I was hard, though it wouldn't
have been noticed, given how small my dick was.


"I'm so proud of you, Eric. Your parents had never gone to college, and
I the closest your stepsister will get is the backseat of some frat guy's
car. You'll do great things, I can tell."


"Thanks, Uncle David. That really means a lot."


"Of course, you're my special boy, after all," David said, as he leaned
in and kissed Eric. I think I stopped breathing, when they swapped
tongues. I would later find out that David wasn't actually Eric's uncle
but a friend of his Eric's mother, who she had known since school. Eric
said that they had been "involved" as far back as he could remember,
but they had never had sex till Eric was about my age.


"Now," David said, once they broke apart, "are you ready for your
gift?"


"Yes, please," Eric replied, blushing.


David went to the door that lead to his private bathroom, opened it and
said, "We're ready for you."


My breathing resumed, since I gasped loudly. The cute, round face of
Arthur entered the room. He was almost completely naked, except for his
white briefs with a big red bow attached to the front. He was smiling
until he saw me. He looked scared.


"What's wrong Arthur?" David asked, kneeling down to face level.


"I know him," Arthur said just above a whisper. "His goes to my
school...and...he know about me and Daddy."


David pulled Arthur into a hug and held him. Eric looked confused from me
to the two near him.


"It's okay, Arthur. You know I won't tell," I manage to say, wondering
if he knew that I was the one who called the police.


"See, Arthur, you can trust James. He's a friend."


Arthur looked at me, his eyes pleading. I couldn't tell if he was scared
of my presence or if he was being forced into this situation. I reached
out my arms and called him over. With a little encouragement, Arthur came
to me. I pulled him into a hug and softly whispered into his ear, "Are
they making you do this...like your dad did?"


"No," he said, hugging me back. "I want to be here. I promise."


"Okay," I said. I let him go then kissed him on the lips. I felt him
melt a little, at my touch, which told me he was telling the truth.


"Hey, now," Eric said, with a chuckle, "Arthur is supposed to be my
present, Babe."


Arthur and I giggled. He then climbed over me, making sure to not bump my
legs. We sat next to each other, holding hands.


"Looks like, you have your hands full," David said to Eric.


"I don't mind sharing, if they don't."


"I don't mind," I piped up.


"Me too!" Arthur said excitedly, as he helped me remove my shirt.


Both adults removed their clothes, as Arthur helped me remove my shorts.
Luckily, Eric let me free ball again. I was fully erect by the time the
men got on the bed. David laid down next to me and pulled me into his
arms, while Eric got on the other side and held Arthur.


"Can I take these off?" Eric asked Arthur lightly touching Arthur's
briefs.


The boy smiled and said, "Yes, please."


"How have you been?" David asked me, as he slid arm under my head.


"I'm okay, except my legs." I replied. He gently caressed my cheek as I
told him the tale of my accident. Despite our closeness, David made no
attempt to engage with me sexually. He just held my gaze as I told him
about my mom leaving me with Eric, and how my dad initially freaked out
but came around.


"Does your dad know about you and Eric?"


"No. My dad wouldn't like that, so we keep it a secret."


"That's a pretty big secret to keep."


"Yeah, but I love Eric and don't want him to get in trouble. I don't
know what would happen if I lost him."


"That's probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard a boy say," David
said, smiling at me.


We kept talking for what felt like an eternity, each comfortable in our
nudity. David's hand eventually moved to my chest and belly, again, not
once moving to my genitals. I had forgotten how wonderful his touch felt.
"I missed you so much," I said, slightly choking on my emotions. I was
finally back in the arms of the man who had finally made me feel wanted.


"I've missed you, too, James. I had never given up hope that we'd be
here again."


"Really?" I was shocked that he gave me more than a second thought.


"Of course. You were so sweet and accepting. It's not every day you find
a boy like you." He pulled me into a hug and just held me, while I did
my best to be close without scratching up with my casts.


As we went on, Arthur and Eric had sex. Eric later told me that Arthur
was sweet and cute, but he wished I had been his first. At the time, I
didn't understand what Eric meant, but of course, Eric had never fucked
anyone before Arthur. To be honest, I think Arthur was the better choice,
given that he was actually experienced. I know I wouldn't have been ready
for such an encounter.


In fact, it was the noises Eric made having his orgasm in Arthur that
made me aware that they were still next to David and I. I looked over to
see Eric on top of Arthur, who was on his back with his leg pulled back.
Eric gave a few final thrusts and carefully collapsed on top of Arthur.
For his part, Arthur wrapped his arms and legs around Eric's body and
just laid there. They were both covered in sweat.


Eric took his time removing himself from Arthur. Eric hadn't been wearing
a condom, so his juices spilled onto the bedding. He apologized for the
mess, while David just chuckled. Eric did his best to clean up before
carrying Arthur to the bathroom for a nice, mutual shower.


I was certainly jealous of both of them. Being an only child, I didn't
like sharing, and I was envious that I still hadn't gotten to shower with
Eric yet. I decided that letting Arthur play with my boyfriend was the
least I could do, since I had his father arrested.


Eric came out, still holding Arthur, who's legs were a bit wiggly. The
boy was laid down next to me, and I was wondering if he was going to
cuddle with Eric, something else I wanted to do; however, Arthur curled
up to me instead. His body shook, and I was suddenly concerned that Eric
might have hurt him.


I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Arthur and stroked his back. It
was the first time we had been like that since I was at his house.


"Thank you," I heard Arthur whisper.


"For what?" I replied in kind.


"I know you told on my dad." I froze. How did he know? I didn't give my
name or even talk to the police. As if sensing my thoughts, Arthur said,
"You were the only other person who knew, aside from...the others."


It would be years before I found out that Arthur's dad had been selling
him to his pedo buddies. He even made movies starting Arthur, which is
what he was watching the day I was over. I was disgusted when I found
out, but glad I was the reason the sick fuck was put in prison.
Anyway....


David rolled over and spooned my, while Eric did the same to Arthur. The
four of us laid there, naked, in the cool bedroom. Eric and David talked
more about college and about me, while I held Arthur, who soon fell
asleep in my arms. It wasn't too much longer before I also took a nap.


* * *


I would like to say that there was a happily ever after; however, that
after would prove to the highest of highlights in my life for a very,
very long time. I don't want to end this story on a sad note, though, and
it certainly would be. Instead, I will tell you only the good and let you
infer the rest on your own. I know that isn't fair, but you didn't read
my story to this point to gain clinical depression.


Arthur is happily married with children. He and his husband work with
trouble youth and young survivors of sex trafficking. Arthur wrote a best
selling book of his experience and even specifically named me in his
dedication; however, he changed my name when it came to who reported his
dad, and he made no mention of Eric or David.


Eric and I didn't last long once he went to college the following year.
He met his partner during a student rights protest. I was, of course,
devastated, which was made worse when he moved out. I only saw him again
a few times around the neighborhood, but that was it.


As I mentioned before, my parents divorced, and my father came out of the
closet, while my mother entered another worthless marriage.


Regarding David, I lost touch with him once Eric and I broke things off.
I felt it would've been weird to be with David knowing the connection to
Eric. Yes, there weren't actually uncle and nephew, but it was still too
close and too soon. Years later, I tried finding David and Eric to make
sure they weren't in a prison cell, but I never found anything on either
of them. I suppose that's probably a good thing.


As for me, well, things have a way of going south on you, and I only have
a few regrets about that summer. I wish I had found Arthur and reported
his dad sooner. I regret not trying to memorize David's location, and I
wish I had basked in the moment more. I don't regret being with Eric, but
if I could change things, I probably won't have gotten as attached as I
did. Until I met my husband, Eric was the love of my life, and the pain
that came with losing him lead me down too many dark roads; however, if
it hadn't been for Eric, I wouldn't have my husband and my life with him.
I'm not sure I would want to change anything at the risk of losing him,
even the bad things, since they make me appreciate him even more.


Anyway, it's not the happy ending you were hoping for; trust me, I know!
But, it is a series of happy memories that I hope you at least enjoyed as
much as I did.


THE END