Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2004 11:57:22 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: The Player-Little Surfer Boy The only real true part of this story is that I did see this boy at the airport only he was leaving, not arriving. The rest of the story is what wished could have happened but alas... If you're underage, legally you shouldn't be reading this and should leave. But realistically you'll stay and read it. For everyone, please enjoy. The first time I saw the darling cute young boy, I as hanging out at the airport waiting at baggage claim for a friend who was flying back from his family's home on Kuai'i. The second time I saw the boy, about two hours later, he was standing at my front door with my friend Keoni. The boy was sporting a Madison Avenue smile while I stood gaping with my lower jaw practically on my chest. Needless to say there is some other information that goes along with those two encounters so let me fill you in. An avid boy lover, I rarely pass up a chance to look and some times even flirt with boys if I think I can get away with it. I was sitting out side the terminal on a concrete bench just watching people. The young Adonis in question had come from baggage claim with a full backpack on and a surf board, hidden inside it's rayon traveling case and slung from the boys' right shoulder. He looked to be about twelve, maybe eleven or thirteen, its hard to tell sometimes. About five feet nothing, he appeared slightly stocky although his long bright yellow board shorts and over sized t-shirt may have given off a wrong impression. He had thick blonde hair that sort of a bowl cut but long in the back, the top layers streaked lighter from sun and surf. His skin looked like it would have been pale under normal circumstances but was really a nice bronze tone and his face looked totally smooth and blemish free from where I was some fifteen feet away. When he turned to face in my direction I almost melted from the ice blue eyes and natural outgoing smile that framed perfectly straight and blazingly white teeth. The boy was a dream, period, end of story. I knew there was a surf competition that weekend. Since he was there at baggage claim carrying the kind of luggage that he was, and the fact that he looked like a junior surfer boy, well, I guessed he was in town for the competition, and currently waiting for a ride. I almost stared openly at him and when he saw me he smiled back, almost reeking of self-confidence. I smiled and nodded, which he returned before turning in another direction looking for a familiar face or a ride. When he turned back he caught me still looking at him and smiled again as he moved closer. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked as he sat the surfboard on the bench to take the weight off his slender shoulder." His voice was slightly high, the voice of a boy not into puberty, and had a wonderful melodic sound to it. "I wish," I told him. He laughed which sounded even more melodic and asked why I'd wish. "Cuz you are about the cutest, most interesting boy I've seen in a very long time is why." Like I said, I like to flirt and sometimes get quite brazen especially if there isn't much chance of ever seeing the person again. His smile lit up the shadier area we were sitting in and he said thank you but how did I know he was interesting. "Well, I dunno except that I'm a pretty good judge of people and there's something about you, besides your extraordinary beauty, that says you might have an interesting story to tell. So, you're here for the competition and your ride hasn't shown up?" He nodded his head and I went on. "Well, if it were me picking you up believe me, I'd be here on time with a limo and a red carpet waiting for you." He laughed again, clearly enjoying the dialog, despite it being mostly one way. "I bet you would," he responded adding, "and where would you take me?" "I'd love to take you home with me but I would take you wherever you wanted to go." "Aaahhhh," he said knowingly, with a mock seriousness and a twinkle in his magnificent blue eyes. "And what would we do at your house?" he asked. I leaned in a little closer to him with equal mock seriousness and in a low voice said, "I would show you things you only dreamed of." "Hey D," a voice called out from the curb and I looked up to see my friend Keoni getting out of his Jeep and heading around the back toward us. "You wouldn't be Cameron Delany would you?" he asked, directing his question to the beautiful boy. The boy nodded his head and Keoni went on. "I'm sorry I'm late I just got the message to pick you up about ten minutes ago." I was only a little bit surprised to see Keoni as I knew that he spent a great deal of his spare time working on surf competitions "That's okay, this guy was keeping me company." He smiled nodding his head toward me then extending his free hand. "I'm Cameron, my friends call me Cam." I shook his hand and said my name was D and he replied, "I know" with another big smile. "Well knowing D I'm sure he was keeping good company," Keoni said with a smile. Keoni and I went back more than ten years and had an interesting history. I was twenty two or so when we met and he was cute, dark skinned eleven year old local boy. I don't usually get involved with boys that age, preferring a boy who's started puberty but, sometimes, well, it happened. In any case we became friends, and eventually lovers, the sexual aspect of our relationship declining when he was fourteen and stopping by the time he was sixteen and had discovered girls, not uncommon with the boys I spent time with. We remained close friends and I was his best man when he'd gotten married two years before and was Godfather to his daughter. Keoni was well aware that I was a boy lover and he was equally well aware of how I treated all boys; that loving, caring, and the utmost respect were first and foremost and sex, if it even happened, was at the bottom of the list. "Okay Cam, let's go see what we can find for you," Keoni said then turning to me added, "thanks for being there D." They got the boy's things put into the Jeep then climbed in and just before taking off Cam turned to me and waved, the signature smile on his beautiful face, and said, "See ya around D." And off they tore, mixing in with the rest of the congestion that's part of the inter-island baggage claim at Honolulu International. I thought that was the end of it and ten minutes later my friend emerged from the terminal and we left as well. An hour and a half later I got a phone call from Keoni. They had an influx of kids from off island for the competition and were rapidly running out of space to put them up for the weekend without resorting to the Y and that would cost everyone money. Would I be willing to take responsibility for a kid for the weekend? I had gone through this before and had no problem letting a kid use one of my spare bedrooms. The house was more than big enough and I had no one else to answer to and besides, the kids that were into the competition were generally pretty good, problem free teens. In fact one time I had five of them spending the weekend which turned into an interesting melee of naked wet teenage boys. I always find it amazing what boys can come up with for fun, and what they're willing to do when they begin challenging each other. In that case it had started with one of them having his board shorts forcibly removed while swimming in my backyard pool. The episode moved through the everyone swimming naked stage, into the someone getting teased about getting a woody stage, to the "have you ever" stage, and ended with a round robin jack off party, hot young sperm flying all over the damned place. One of those boys had a particularly large cock too. But I digress. So I agreed to take the kid for the weekend, committed to taking him to the surf competition, feeding him and for all purposes being his parent for most of the weekend. Despite what you may think, I always did this from a totally altruistic posture, expecting nothing more from a kid than politeness. Anyhow, my door bell went off about twenty minutes later and I opened it to find Cam standing there with the obligatory big smile and a decided twinkle in his eye's that clearly said "surprise". Keoni stood behind the boy with a somewhat sardonic look on his face. I reeled my lower jaw back up and close my mouth then welcomed them both into the house where they deposited their shoes in the entryway, then followed me down the two steps into the living room. "Well this is a pleasant surprise," I said, being temporarily at a loss for words. "That's what I thought," Cam piped up with. "I made Keoni promise not to tell you it was me though, just so you know." Keoni back that up with a little more information. It seemed that Cam's parents had a last minute emergency that prevented them from coming to O'ahu, had called the event organizer, whom they knew, who got in touch with Keoni. The rest of the story was standing in my living room checking things out. "Well you can go ahead and put your things in the first room on the right down that hall Cam," I told him, pointing the way. When the boy was out of hearing Keoni told me that when he told Cam that he would have to find a place for him to stay the boy asked if he would ask me if he could stay here. I cocked an eyebrow at that revelation and Keoni simply offered a knowing smile. Since his experience with me had been one hundred percent positive and he knew from experience that boys were ever curious and willing to learn, if Cam wanted to make more of the stay at my home then I was about the safest person for the boy to be around. "Wow, you did a great job on the remodel, opened the place up. I like what you did with the shelving," he said, nodding to the two full walls of staggered shelves covered with books, pictures and art work. "Well, I gotta get outta here," Keoni said. "Have him at the site by seven in the morning." I nodded my head. "I know the routine," I replied as Cam came back into the room. "What routine," he asked and I told him what we were talking about. He nodded to Keoni as the latter headed for the front door, me following behind to show him out. After closing the door I returned to the living room where Cam was looking over the extensive collection of books, photos and artwork that occupied two full walls of the large room. "So, what would you like to do? Are you hungry, have you eaten?" He shook his head as he turned to look at me. "Naw, I ate a little while ago. You have some interesting books. Who are the boys in the pictures?" I would learn that Cam didn't beat around the bush much. The pictures in question were boys I had mentored, and you can read into that whatever you would like. I gave Cam the short version. "Hhmm," he mumbled thoughtfully. "You like kids," he stated rather than asked and I nodded my head. "I don't see any girls though," he said, quickly scanning the almost thirty five feet of shelving. Got me there. "Well, I guess I relate to boys much better than girls," the statement sounding lame even to my ears. "Uhuh." He said, giving me a look that told me just how lame he thought I sounded. "You were really surprised to see me." Another statement, not a question as he continued to look at the walls before turning to look at me. I nodded my head. "Why? I thought you wanted to take me home." This kid was playing with me now, not unlike a cat with a wounded mouse. I'd been around a lot of boys but this little guy was the most astute, the most in control kid I'd ever seen. And if not the cutest, then one of the top three or four cutest boys I'd been in company with. "That's true, buuut I didn't really expect it to happen so, yeah, I was surprised." He nodded his head, looked back to the books and said, "So, your dream came true." Another statement. I hadn't given that much thought. Our interaction at the airport hadn't been that long so when he had left and I'd gotten involved in my own stuff so I hadn't given him that much thought. Sensing my reticence Cam turned to face me. "Well, at the risk of bruising your ego, I haven't been around you enough for you to have become a dream come true. Perhaps by the end of the weekend I would consider you a dream come true." "And what do you suppose could happen that would make you feel that way?" "Just being in the presence of your absolute beauty," I countered with a smile. He laughed then, the slightly high and melodic sound. He pointed to a book on my shelf and asked what Intergenerational Male Relationships meant I told him it was two people who were quite different in age, like a fifty year old and a thirty year old for instance. He thought about that for a moment then said, "Or a man and a boy." I nodded my head. "Yes, that's another possibility." He looked about some more, almost like a cat exploring its new surroundings. "You said that if I were at your house you would show me things that I only dreamed of. What would those things be?" he asked. "I can't say for sure since I don't know what you dream about," I replied without hesitation. He replied without hesitation as well. "It sorta sounded like you had some ideas though. Maybe not what I dream about but more about what boys my age dream about." "And what do boys your age dream about these days Cam? It's been awhile since I was there." "Oh, I bet it hasn't changed. Sex. That's what boys my age dream about." There it was, out in the open, and the cute as all hell young thing had opened the door. "Aaahhh, yes, I do remember something like that when I was a boy. Would you like me to show you some things about sex?" "Maybe. Would you like to show them to me?" "You wouldn't be the first boy to ask me that question and my answer is this. If a boy thinks he's ready to explore that part of life, and the boy feels like I'm the one he wants to help him explore it, then it would be most rude of me not to honor that." How's that for diplomacy? Cam thought so too because he said, "Good answer. So, are the boys in the pictures ones who you helped explore that part of life?" he asked as he walked back toward my walls of books and looked at some of the pictures. This kid was as smooth as they came. I felt like I was sparring with an educated adult and not a pint sized little Adonis. "Some perhaps, although I'll not tell you whom." He nodded his head appreciatively. "Would you like a picture of me in your collection?" he asked with smile. "Having a photograph of a boy as beautiful as you are in my collection would be an honor." He contemplated that a moment then changed tracks quickly. "Do you think I could take a shower D? I feel hot and sticky." I told him of course he could. "You have a choice of bathrooms though. You can use the spare one or you can use mine, which is infinitely more fun. It has multiple shower heads. Wanna see it?" Of course my bathroom was what he chose. Why not, it appealed to almost every one who ever saw it. I presented him with a clean towel and left, leaving him to close the door or not and I wasn't totally surprised when he didn't, although I didn't stick around to see him climb into the shower. I did however elect to go around the corner to my laptop computer and answer email. One of the bedrooms in the house is used for an office but I also carry a laptop for work and that stays in my bedroom. And that's where I was at when Cam came out of the shower five minutes later. His hair was all a tangle, silver droplets of water still visible on many of the bleached out ends. The towel hung low on his slender waist, the bottom reaching almost to his ankles, and showed off about two inches pure white skin below his bronzed tan line. Like most boys who were avid water sport followers, coupled with a good gene pool, Cam's body was fairly flat and working toward being well defined, his small brown areolas and nipples almost hidden by the surrounding well tanned skin. He came right up and stood next to me, asking what I was doing. I turned to look at him to tell him I was checking email and he asked if he could check his as well and being the gracious host, said yes. I stood up to let Cam sit and as he passed in front of me I caught a glimpse of about two inches of boy crack before his nicely rounded orbs slunk beneath the towel. The boy appeared to have a glorious ass; slim, firm and slightly bubbly. I decided that I wanted to bed him. I wanted to see him naked and revel in the glory of his young body, knowing somehow that it would be a fantastic experience. "I think I'll take a shower too while you're doing that Cam," I told the boy and headed into my bathroom. I too chose not to close the door. I didn't expect that he would look, I didn't expect that he would wander into the bathroom but I did want to deliver the same message to him that he had delivered to me. I couldn't help but notice the boy's clothing piled on the floor, underwear being noticeable absent. It didn't appear as though he had anything on under the towel either which led me to believe that the young beauty chose not to wear underwear. That was food for thought, thoughts which caused my seven inches of adult cock to twitch as I turned on the water then climbed in. I walked back into my bedroom proper five minutes later, towel draped around my waist and clothing in hand to find Cam laying on my bed, arms up behind his pretty blonde head. I headed to drop my clothes in the hamper and asking with a raised eyebrow, "Comfy?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, it's a way cool bed. Way more comfortable than mine at home. And huge. You could have a hell of a sleep over on this thing." He was quiet as I deposited my clothes then, shut the computer down then walked to the edge of the bed where the boy was racked out. "So, now what?" I asked. "Anything you'd like to do? It's only a little after five." "Well," he said rather tentatively. "Do you think you could like rub my shoulders or something? I usually get a massage the day before a meet to make sure my muscles are all loosened but don't know how that's going to happen now." "So, we begin," I thought to myself. Massage was the segue of choice into sex for most young males. It was an allowable intimate body contact and one that usually necessitated a lack of clothing, at least for the one on the receiving end and frequently for the one giving. Because of the good feelings and the intimacy, a hard on from the receiving was almost guaranteed and from there it was an open game. "That makes sense Cam," I told him. "Sure I can give you a rub down. Do you want it dry or with oil?" "Some oil would be nice but either way is fine," the cute young thing said as he rolled onto his belly. I got up and went into my bathroom and grabbed a light massage oil that I used sometimes and when I came back I saw that Cam had undone his towel so that it was lying across his butt and there was nothing between him and the bed. The game was definitely on. I sat on the edge of the bed, poured a small amount of oil into my hands and went to work. I started at his shoulders and upper back of course and was immediately rewarded with groans of pleasure. I can give a pretty good massage and was determined to please the boy beneath me. I moved down his back, feeling the suppleness of young skin and the firmness of preadolescent muscle in the process of developing into hard strong teenage boy muscle. I made it to the small of his back, pressing my thumbs in while my finders wrapped around his sides a little bit. I moved the towel a little bit lower but not by much, then headed back up to his shoulders. I dug in again and worked my way down his back again but at the bottom he stopped me. "Wait a sec D." He then reached behind him and yanked the towel off then placing his hand back under his forehead. "I hated that towel being in the way." I almost fainted. His slim butt was totally one of the finest I'd ever seen. The deliciously round orbs lifted up and away from the small of his back into a magnificent young boy's bubble butt. The crack that separated those perfect orbs was slightly dusky and dropped away between his smooth legs where the pale skin of his bag began, dropping down to the bed sheets where the puddle of flesh held his small balls. My cock went full on hard in an instant. "Are ya gonna rub me or just look at my cute butt?" the boy asked, looking over his shoulder. "Sorry," I said, "but you have such a terrific butt. Damn." And I meant it. I went back to work as he thanked me telling me that other people had told him they thought he had a cute butt. "So others have had this view of you?" I asked as rubbed down to the globes and feeling a slight ting of jealousy. "No," he said with a chuckle, "except for a few friends like at the pool or something. You can rub lower if you want to, it won't bother me," he added as I rubbed in the very lowest part of the small of his slender back. So, taking the boys' suggestion I moved onto the cheeks of his butt, kneading, pulling the cheeks open ever so slightly as I rubbed. I elected to work down the cheeks, onto the hips and then down one leg. As both hands moved to work on an upper thigh the boy moved his other leg over, parting the legs and giving me and even better view of his smooth hairless bag. His balls appeared a little larger than what I first imagined but I doubted that we was producing sperm yet, although I've been wrong about that in the past. Cam moaned and groaned as I worked both of his legs, the tops of my fingers gently touching his balls each time I reached the top of his thighs. Three trips on each leg and I was done. I patted his butt saying, "There you go surfer boy." "That was great D," he said. "Now can you do the front?" and with that he rolled over and lay fully exposed in all his boyhood glory. The boy's cock was at full stand, raised up off his taut belly, the circumcised head pointing upward to his chin. The pale shaft was four and a half to five inches long and of a medium girth for its length with blue veins clearly visible along its length. His perfectly sized matching balls were starting to drop and hung very slightly offset in their smooth sac. There wasn't a hair in sight, the boy appeared to be totally smooth. Cam's voice brought me out of my reverie. "As you can see, I like massage. Do you like how I look, is my body okay?" "You're beautiful," I whispered, "absolutely beautiful." I gazed over him, from his crotch to his face. "So, what do you propose we do now Cam?" "You said you wanted to take me places I've only dreamed of. I've dreamed of this, of being with someone, having someone touch me. And more." The boy was giving me access to his body, to do what I wanted with him. Well, within reason of course. I was sure that simply fucking him was out of the question but jacking him off, sucking his cock and other less complicated endeavors would not only be alright with the boy but welcome. I suspected that if I didn't do those things, if there was something else he wanted to try, this kid would definitely let me know. With Cam there would be no guess work. "Are you hard too?" he asked. "Very," I replied. "Let me see D, take your towel off." I stood up and undid my towel, letting it drop to the floor, all seven inches of rock hard cock standing out from my body like a fifth appendage. Which I suppose it was. "Oh man you're so huge D." I sat back down on the bed and the boy immediately reached out and grasped onto my cock, his small hand warm against my rigid flesh. "It's so hard too." I reached over and grasped onto Cam's pride and joy and squeezed up and down its length causing him to close his eyes and moan lightly. I stroked the rigid piece of flesh causing him to let go of mine and revel in the feelings that were roaring through his virginal young body. I cupped his young balls, gently squeezing and tugging them before going back to stroking his rampant little dick. "Oh gosh D that feels so good, I'm gonna squirt out stuff really quick." So, the little guy was making wigglies. That I wanted to see. "Do you want me to make you squirt?" I asked him and he nodded his head vigorously. I added a small amount of oil to my thumb and went back to stroking the boy, the oiled thumb sliding up over the sensitive under side of the head of his stiff little cock and creating intensive feelings that he'd probably never felt before. "Oh gosh, o gosh," he moaned then his cock stiffened in my hand, his hands clutched the sheets and his body went rigid on the bed as his balls gave up two watery drops of liquid. The show was over almost before it began and Cam relaxed his body, his breathing remaining heavy. With an index finger I wiped the young sperm from the boys' belly and put it to my lips, savory the slightly salty taste. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "Cuz I like the taste of boy sperm," I told him with a smile. "So, you haven't been making it very long huh?" He said that he hadn't, that it had started about a month or so before adding that his hairs had started too. "Really?" I said, more of a statement than a question. I leaned down and moved the still hard throbbing piece of boy meat out of the way and looked in close. Sure enough there were four or five little sprouts of light blonde hairs none of which was even an inch long. I rubbed my fingers across his pubic bone, admiring the firmness of bone and flesh then leaned down further and put my lips to it at the base of his cock, nuzzling the new grown hairs. He giggled at the feelings and put his hands on my head, not pushing me away and almost holding me there. I lifted my head slightly, put my fingers on his soft nuts and pulled them down which in turn raised his rampant little cock up right. I licked the head two or thee times, tasting the residue of oil, then looked back at Cam's face. he was smiling and I raised my eyebrow at him. He knew what I meant and nodded his head. "Yeah, it's okay." I turned back and opened my mouth then took the head and about half the shaft inside. The boy gasped as I bobbed back up over the head, tightening my lips so that they stimulated the sensitive ridge of the head then slid back down taking the entire works into my mouth, my throat squeezing the head gently before I went back up. Cam's hands were on my head, moans were escaping his perfect lips and he began gently thrusting his hips upward to fuck into my mouth. I finally stopped and moved my head lower and began licking on his balls, pushing them around with my tongue. It wasn't all that comfortable so I moved between his smooth thighs, pushed his legs open and went back to work, giving his smooth young nuts a thorough bath with my tongue. I suckled one of his balls into my mouth, tugged on it gently then let it pop out. I licked into the crevice between his thighs and pelvic bone causing him to giggle and wiggle at the new sensations. I moved back to the bag and lifted it high and licked underneath it, working my way to the beginning of the crack of his slender little butt then back again. "Oh god what are you doing D" Fuck that feels so fucking good," he whispered huskily. I was beginning to pick up his boy odor as well, the sweet musky fragrance of a young boy and that made me even hotter than I was causing me to grind my cock into the sheets as I paid homage to little blonde beauty. I wanted to taste his butt. I was dying to stick my tongue into his core. "Roll onto your belly Cam." I told him while encouraging the motion by lifting under one leg. He followed my lead asking, at the same time, what was I doing. "Don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt even a little bit." I waited a moment, looking at the most beautiful sight; the fleshy crevice of a young boy's slender little butt with his smooth balls hanging down like so much fruit ready to be picked. Or licked. I licked. I peeled him open like a shrimp, gazed at the wrinkled muscle of his most secret spot then dove it, my tongue working overtime to feel the texture of him, to taste the essence of young boy. For his part, Cam pushed his ass back to me, raising up even more on one leg so his hand could snake in underneath his torso and stroke his cock. I licked his hole, I licked the area around it, I licked onto the beginning of his hairless ball sac then down onto the small eggs themselves, all the while spurred on by the moans of pleasure pouring out of the young boy's mouth. "Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuckohgod. I'm gonna squirt again I'm gonna squirt. I worked harder, forcing my tongue into the puckered muscle of his butt hole, trying to climb up inside the boy through the tight virgin orifice. He moaned out and I could feel his asshole constrict as he came, his back side pressing back into my face. I was hot as hell and dying to cum, my cock so hard that it hurt. As soon as it felt as though Cam was finished with his second sperming in less than fifteen minutes, I moved from behind him and flopped down on my back on the bed along side the boy. I grasped my cock and began stroking rapidly, using my precum as a lube as I slid up over the swollen head. Cam watched as, within seconds I came, a forceful blast of an orgasm that was almost all consuming. The first jet of thick white cum hit my neck, my hips being thrust in the air probably helping gain some distance. The rest of the six squirts landed almost in straight lines on my chest and belly, the off white color a contrast to my tanned skin. The hose finally slowed to a dribble, my hand a more restrained and loving motion on the pulsing flesh, and each contraction oozing out yet another glob of life producing cream. "Fuck that's a lot of stuff D," Cam exclaimed with awe. Indeed, had it been measurable I was sure that it would fill a quarter cup. "Yeah," I told him, "I tend to make a fair amount of cum. Of course being with a boy as cute and hot as you are sure helps." He smiled at the praise then wanted to talk about my licking his butt and was it as much fun for me as it was for him and about a half a zillion other question along those lines. I explained what rimming was, how enjoyable it was to many guys and that I almost liked doing it more than having it done, although I liked that too. "Of course it's important to make sure someone is clean down there and in turn that you're clean. I got into the habit years ago of making sure I cleaned very well all the time cause you never know when the opportunity might come along for someone to have their face down there. I also shave there so it's as smooth as you are. I don't like tasting hair down there and most of the boys I've ever been with didn't either so I shave." I pointed my groin out to him too explaining why it was so smooth. I kept my pubic thatch well trimmed as well as my balls. "Maybe that's why your cock looks so darned huge," cam said, adding "of course it is pretty big." He grabbed onto it again and felt it up and down, although it had started to return to its default state just as his finally had. "So are you hungry now after all that exercise?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded his head so I asked him what he'd like to eat. Of course a burger and fries was first on his list so I figured we could pop down to Waikiki to new place that had opened. Because parking is a premium I decided to take the bike. "Well let's clean off a little bit and go," I said, climbing off the bed. Cam followed me and in the bathroom I used a warm wash cloth to clean us both up, Cam emitting sounds of pleasure as I used the warm cloth on his asshole. We finished and got dressed and I asked him if he had some footwear other than slippers, which he did. Suitably clad we went out through the front door where I hit the remote on the key ring. Once the door was fully up Cam let out a cry of amazement. "Wow, cool car and your bike is so hot D." I owned a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder and my bike was a custom built Harley with matching paint, lots of chrome and a low slung mean assed look. I climbed on the bike and walked it out onto the driveway where I gave Cam directions on bike riding etiquette. Once Cam said he understood it all I fired the bike up and he climbed on behind me, his small hands wrapped tightly around my waist and off we went in blaze of noise and a hearty hi 'o fucking silver.