Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 14:58:55 -0800
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Naked Bikes

We were going to the 7-11 since Jamie got $20 for his birthday from his
grandparents.  This was cool for us because we had only recently been
allowed to ride our bikes to the 7-11.  It was about 10 miles away if you
took the highway; but we usually took the back road.  It was a dirt road;
but it was only about 6 miles. Plus it was more fun.

It was the summer after 6th grade and hotter than hell; hotter than any
summer for the last 50 years or something like that.  Everyone thinks that
because we live in southern California, it's always beachy weather.  Well
that may be true near the beach.  But here, inland about 70 miles, you might
as well have been in the desert. In fact, it was a desert.

It wasn't long before we had pulled off our t-shirts and tucked them into
our shorts.  The sun was attacking us, trying to make us not want to go to
the store.  But we knew what was waiting for us at the store: Ice Cold
Slurpees! So fuck the sun for being such a hard ass.

Jamie stopped his bike and threw it to the ground as he pulled down his
shorts and started to pee.  Right there on the road.  His pee was making a
little mud puddle.  Then when he was done, he didn't put his wiener away. In
fact, he pulled his shorts all the way down and his boxers too.  He just
stood there, almost naked. Man, his ass was white.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing.  Cooling off my balls."  He grabbed his balls for emphasis.  I had
seen his wiener and balls before; it was no big deal. But it was funny
seeing him exposed outside.

"You got any hair yet?" he asked, examining his own hairlessness.

"Only fuzz.  No black ones yet."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck." I agreed.

"Wilson has black ones."

"You seen them?"

"No.  He told me."

"Maybe he was lying."

"Yeah, maybe." Wilson was a year older, but still in our class.  He flunked
fifth grade. I figured he probably had black ones. But he was also known to
be a liar, so you never know.

Jamie pulls up his pants, his balls cooled off I guess, and gets back on his
bike. We ride to the store. As we come in, the guy makes us put on our
shirts.  But it's ok. Not only do we get slurpee's, extra large, but the
store is air conditioned.  It's so cool.  I mean cool, as in cold; not cool
as in kewl.

We finish, hang around in the cool, and eventually leave.  We pull off our
shirts, tuck them in, and head back home. Near the same spot as before,
Jamie stops to pee again.  This time I have to whiz too, so I drop my bike
and my pants. We both pee, making a small lake.  As soon as I wonder if he's
going to air out his balls, he does.  It looks like fun, so I pull down my
shorts and underpants too.  He looks right at mine.

"No hair?"

I study my own.  "Shit."

I look at his. "Baldy."

"Fuck you."

"Hey, I'm baldy too."

"Yeah."  We stand there, just looking at each others.  I don't know why.
Then Jamie pulls his stuff off.  Off, as in he's now standing there naked,
except for his shoes.

"I'm going naked.  It's too hot for clothes."  Well that's ok for him, but
I'm not stupid.  I pull up my stuff and get on my bike.  He has his clothes
in his hand and gets on his bike naked!  He sure looks funny.

We pass a farm house.  "What if somebody sees you?" I ask.

"Fuck `um," he answers, grabbing his balls. I wish I was as cool as he is.

"Yeah, fuck `um."

After we pass a few more houses and get close to our area, he stops to get
his shorts back on.  Well, at least he's not totally stupid.

We don't talk about it or anything, but two days later, I have $1.50 and
invite him to go and split a slurpee with me. As we start off, I wonder if
he's going to ride naked again.

Yes.  As soon as we are away from most of the houses he pulls over and
starts to strip.

"Come on," he encourages me. I think about it.  It might be fun.  I strip.
After I'm naked, I pile my pants and underwear on my seat and hold my shirt
in my hand. It feels weird pedaling naked.  It looks funny to see Jamie; but
it's way fun. I nearly freak out when a pickup truck comes up behinds us and
passes.  But he didn't see, or saw and didn't care that we were naked.

We ride for about an hour.  The breeze that we create my pedaling feels good
on my naked body.  It makes me kind of tingly all over. I have to stop twice
because when I stand up to pedal, my clothes fell off the seat.  I end up
just holding them in my hand.  We stop and get on our shorts and continue on
to 7-11.  Once again, he makes us put on our shirts as we get our slurpee
and split it.  We also hang around to cool off before we leave.

After we start to leave I run back in without my shirt on to get a bag.  He
gives me one.  Then when we strip, we both put our clothes in the bag.  We
ride down the dusty road, past the houses and farms without giving a shit if
anybody sees our wieners.

The next day he has money so we go out again.  I bring my bag and he has a
Ralph's bag for his clothes.  We ride naked.  When we get to the putting on
clothes area, all he puts on is his shirt.  Just his shirt.  No shorts!

"Jamie!"

"Yeah, fuck him.  His stupid sign says NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE.  So
I'm wearing shoes and a shirt."  I pull up his shirt to show him his own
dick.

"Yeah, so what?  It doesn't say NO PANTS, NO SERVICE."

I let go and look at him.  He asks, "Does my dick show?"

"Idiot.  What you think it grew 2 feet.  Of course it doesn't show.  You
wished it was big enough to show."

"Fuck you Warren."

"Fuck you Jamie."

When he gets off his bike, his naked ass shows, but I don't think anybody
was looking. I also see his balls from the back; it looks funny.

Nobody gives Jamie any funny looks as we are in the store. Even I can't tell
because his shirt is long enough to cover everything.  He has guts! I wish I
had done it.  I look at myself.  I would need a longer shirt.  If we do this
again, I will wear my longest one.

Three days later, we are hanging out with Wilson. It's even hotter.

"This weather sucks," proclaims Wilson.

"No shit, Sherlock."

I say, "Maybe we should ride our bikes. To 7-11.  To cool off."  I look at
Jamie to let him know what I'm thinking.

"Yeah, good idea."

Wilson says, "No.  I don't have any money."

Jamie and I only have 75 cents.  Jamie bothers his mom for another 50 cents
and we head out. We can do a 3 way split on the slurpee. When we get to the
stripping point, Jamie and I stop our bikes and pull down our shorts.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"  Wilson is a little shocked I can tell.

Jamie says, "Getting comfortable," as he pulls down his underwear. Wilson
looks over at me as I pull mine off.

"You guys are gay."

"No. Fuck you. We're just getting comfortable."

"Yeah.  Comfortable."

"You're going to ride your bikes like that? Naked?"

"Yeah, it's cool.  Try it."

"I'm no fucking fag." I can tell he's thinking about doing it.

"So do it.  You'll like it. Jamie even went in the store naked.  With only
his shirt on."

"No fucking way.  Did you really?"

"Yeah.  No big deal."

"Shit."  After a short while Wilson says, "You really went naked? In the
store?"

"Not totally naked.  He had on a shirt.  I'm doing it too today."  I had my
biggest t-shirt.

So Jamie and I rode naked, Wilson kept his shorts on, but I could tell he
was thinking about it. We put only our t-shirts on when we get close.  Then
we stop and park our bikes and tell Wilson he has to put on his shirt.  We
show him the sign.  That's when he busts up big time.  He gets the joke.
Maybe he's not that dumb.

We hang around in the store, drinking the slurpee as slow as we can. Usually
we would just pound it down, but we liked the air conditioning. Wilson keeps
looking at our dick area, to see if anything shows.  It doesn't. When nobody
is around where we are, Jamie flips up his shirt, exposing his wiener. After
he does it a couple of times, I do it too. We are all laughing and I'm a
little worried that the guy will figure out what we're doing and kick us
out.

Wilson is doing something with his hands in his shorts.  Then he surprises
us by pulling his wiener out!  Not only does he have dark hairs, tons of
them, his wiener is hard. Hard and HUGE!  Well we are laughing so loud that
the store guy walks over our way.  By then Wilson has his monster away and
we are all just standing there, looking innocent. And giggling, hehehe.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" I ask Wilson.

He smiles big.

"Jesus man.  Pull it out again," asks Jamie.

Wilson looks around; then pulls it out.

"Fuck!"

Our slurpee is gone and we get another suspicious look from the store guy,
so we all go out and hop on our bikes. We are pretty excited from our
showing wieners in the 7-11 and pedal crazy fast.  When we get to where we
strip naked, we stop.

Jamie pulls off his shirt and I can see his wiener is hard too.  Good, so is
mine.  I pull off mine and we both wait for Wilson to see if he will strip
naked too. He doesn't. We look at him expectantly.

"What?" he asks, all innocent like.

"Come on man," urges Jamie.

"Come on what?"

"Get naked."  He laughs and pulls off his shirt. He looks around, then pulls
off his shorts.  His wiener bounces out. We take our time looking, starring
at his huge monster. He lets us look.

Then he wraps his hand around it starts to play with it.  He moves it up and
down.  It's exciting to watch. We are too fascinated in watching what he is
doing to say anything.  It's so quiet we can hear his breathing get more
intense. His movements get more frantic. My wiener gets super duper hard and
I realize I am squeezing it. I glance over at Jamie who is also holding his
wiener. I look back to the show.

It erupts like a volcano.  White stuff shoots all over his hand.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Jizz."

"Jizz?"

"Yeah."

"Jeeze."  It was a lot.

Wilson wipes it off of his wiener and hand with his t-shirt.  Then he pulls
his shorts back on. I am disappointed that he's not going to ride naked with
us, but still in shock over what he showed us. Jamie and I ride naked with
our wieners pointing straight up to the sky.

Eventually we get dressed too and say good bye to Wilson.

"Did you see how much hair he had?"

"Did you see how big is wiener was?"

"Yeah.  And that jizz stuff."

"That was fucking awesome."

I grab mine.  "My wiener is still hard."

"Mine too," he says, grabbing his. "Want to go over there and try what he
was doing?"

"Yeah."  We walk our bikes a little away from the road, behind some dead
bushes. After we sit, we start to move our wieners like Wilson did. After a
little, I forget about Jamie and just concentrate on mine.  My balls start
to get all tingly.

"Are your balls tingly?" I ask.

"No."

"Mine are."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.  It feels good." We continue. "Tingly yet?"

"No!"

Maybe he's doing it wrong.  I push his hand away and play with his wiener.
It's exciting to be touching and it sends electricity from his wiener
through my hand and into my own wiener and balls.  I move his like I was
moving mine; like Wilson was. He's giggling instead of enjoying it.  It
starts me laughing too.  Finally we get bored with it and get dressed.

The next day we are messing around his house.  It's hot.

"Want to go to 7-11?" he asks.

"Don't got any money?  You got any?"

"No."  Damn.  "Want to go anyway."

"Just go there?  Not buy anything?"

"Yeah.  We can cool off."

"And play with our wieners?"

"Shhhh.  YEAH!"

"Ok."

When we get a little along the dirt road we stop.  As we strip he asks,
"Want to play with them now?  Or after?"  I try to think.  Mine is hard.  So
is his.  Before I can come up with an answer, he adds, "Or both? Now and
later?"

"Yeah." Now AND later. I sit down and start to play with mine.  He does the
same. I get a tingly feeling.  After a little it tickles too much.

"Still no tingle?" I ask.

"No.  Fucker doesn't work!"  He smacks his dick.

"Want me to do it?"

"Yeah."  I sit next to him and start.  "Can I do yours?" he asks.

"Yeah.  If you want."  Jesus! More electricity jumps through my body when he
grabs my wiener.  He does mine.  I do his. After a little, he stops moving
mine up and down and just holds it; squeezes it. I think he's getting the
tingly feeling.

He looks at me with a big smile.  "Thanks."

"You got it?  The tingly feeling?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"Cooler than cool.  Fucking cool."

"Fucking cool," I repeat.  We get our clothes into the bags and ride our
bikes naked down the dusty dirt road.