Date: Mon, 01 Jun 2015 10:34:33 -0400
From: Full Name <bikeboy1@myway.com>
Subject: Bike Boy (Part One)

These are just my experiences, your comments and stories welcomed.

Part One

When I had just turned thirteen I used to go exploring on my bike, in the
summer I wore shorts and t-shirts, the shorts being cut-off frayed blue
jeans that I'd outgrown and were old and too tight but I loved them. In the
park, I enjoyed seeing men watching me cycle past, staring at my crotch,
not me, my balls bunched tight, the saddle parting each ball and the
outline of my soft cock curving to one side, often hardening under their
stares. I started to not wear underwear and I loved the daring feeling this
gave me. In short, I was a cycling cock-tease.

Then one day I cycled past a guy lounging in the sun in a secluded area of
the park. He was in his twenties I guess, wearing only shorts and his body
was ripped. He smiled at me as I cycled past and asked if I wanted a drink.
I turned the bike and stopped in front of him, one leg high on the peddles
so that my shorts gaped. I saw him take a quick glance up the leg of my
shorts and, as I could feel the cool air on the tip of my cock, I knew it
was visible to him.

'Want a coke?'

'Yeah, ok, why not?' I said, threw the bike to ground and walked over to
him. I stood by his head and he handed me a coke. From where I was standing
he could easily up my shorts. And he did! He stared openly and my heart
started pounding with excitement.

'Nice'

'What?'

'A nice day,' he said, his eyes moving back to mine and smiling. 'Come and
sit a while.'

I sat down and lounged on my side sipping the coke. He then sat up and
rummaged in his back-pack for another coke, turned and lounged down again,
this time propping his head on one hand, his head by my knees.

'How old are you?'

'Thirteen. Why?'

'You look big for your age,' he said, his eyes looking directly up the gap
in my shorts.

My heart jumped and I felt my cock swell under his gaze. I could feel it
lengthening, the head pushing its way down the leg of my shorts and out
into the open air. I could feel my face becoming hot and flushed with
excitement and fear. I turned my head away and found myself staring at a
huge pole tenting his shorts only inches from my face. I knew what that
was. My mouth became very dry.

'You got a bad bruise there,' he said, sitting up and examining my thigh.

'What bruise?, ' I said, surprised as his hand fell on the bare flesh of my
thigh just below my shorts. His hand stroked and squeezed, his fingers
inching higher.

'Oh, my mistake, just a shadow...' but his hand continued to move higher. I
stared at his hand as it slipped ever higher until his fingers slipped
under my shorts and then brushed the tip of my cock. I jumped at the
electric touch. Then again as his fingers trailed lightly over the
sensitive head.

He was lying on his side, as I was, we were facing each other propped on
our elbows. The way were were positioned, no one could see what was
happening. But instead of his hand propping his head, it was secretly
exploring inside my shorts. His fingers were now busily wrapped around my
cock, testing its hardness and pulling it further from within the confines
of my shorts. It was too much. In seconds I shuddered and spurted into the
palm of his hand. My hips shoving forward in jerks, pushing my virgin
boy-cock into his hand with each spurt of juice and, as I shot, he
squeezed, milking me dry. I looked down at the head of my boy-cock poking
out from the leg of my shorts and nestling in the palm of his hand which
was now filled with my boy-cream.

Drained, I was suddenly ashamed, embarrassed and now scared. I jumped up
and grabbed my bike and peddled away as fast as I could. I glanced back
over my shoulder to see him licking my boy-fresh sperm from the palm of his
hand and smiling.