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Subject: Bike Trail Adventures Part 1 This story is a complete work of fiction and any similarity of the characters and places is merely coincidental. If you enjoy my work remember to support Nifty with a donation so we may all continue to enjoy this type of content. Bike Trail Adventures It was the spring of 1975 when my family immigrated from Central America to California. I was only 11 years old and the only male out of 5 siblings. My father had been working in the US on and off for the better part of 5 years so consequently, before moving to California, I didn’t get to see much of him. I grew up in a home filled with estrogen and a product of public schooling, a lower middle-class neighborhood, friends and nearby relatives. For a young boy like I was at the time, a move to a foreign country would prove to be very challenging. For one I didn’t speak the language and I had lost all the friends and relatives who occupied my free time. As luck would have it, my parents enrolled me in school right away which would be the start of my struggles. As an English learner, I was enrolled in 6th grade elementary although I was of age and skills to be in Jr High 7th. Fortunately, there were only 3 months remaining in the 1975 school year and ahead would be my first full US summer. If the short 3 months of school taught me anything it was that the American Dream looked a little more like a nightmare for an immigrant boy with little to no English language skills. So I made it my mission to learn as quickly as possible. TV shows would become my first teacher since having no friends meant I spent a lot of time at home in the summer. My mother assigned me mundane chores that I normally completed by mid morning, this left the rest of the day to my imagination and creativity to soar. One weekday morning while I was watering the front lawn of our modest suburban home, our neighbor waved at me and said hello. I smiled and waved back. He was an old retired war veteran in his late 70’s. Tall and slender with long limbs and a balding head. The next time I saw him he waved me over and asked me for help moving a mattress. All I understood was help but as a good neighbor boy I didn’t think twice and followed him into his home. He kept talking to me but I couldn’t make out what he was saying but his hand motions made it understood what he was trying to accomplish and soon enough we were on the task. He then asked me to follow him into the garage and it was then that, not being entirely innocent about birds and the bees, I started to consider that perhaps he may be a pervert trying to take advantage of me. I must admit that the prospect of it had an unusual kind of appeal to me enough so that I started to check him out closely for any signs of advance. For that matter the thought alone chubbed me up almost instantaneously even if it wasn’t really obvious because of my small size. Picture for a moment a short, thin 11 y/o boy with near shoulder length straight hair (fashionable in the 70’s), extremely soft features, full lips and a small but very shapely behind. I could easily be confused with a pretty girl if not for the clothes I wore. But as it turned out, it was all wishful thinking or fantasy or curiosity because all the old man wanted was to offer me an older 10 speed bike that he no longer used. I wasn’t sure if he was lending it to me or giving it to me but needless to say I went back home with a huge grin pushing my new bike. Both my mom and dad were somewhat suspicious but also tried to be grateful for the old man’s generosity. After my dad helped me with getting the bike in riding condition I was allowed to take it for a spin and so off I went. Little could anyone suspect how much this kind and generous gift would come to influence my life’s choices both short and long term. It was obvious right from the start, that my boyish curiosity was stronger than my sense of danger. Mom would warn me against going too far and possibly getting lost and always feared me riding on the street among other vehicles so she insisted on me riding the sidewalk. But as we all know, riding on the sidewalk has its limitations when there are people around. So it came to be that in one of my riding adventures I would come across a bike path that ran along a river bed from the distant foothills all the way to the Ocean. I opted not to share my new discovery with anyone for fear of not being allowed to venture off to explore. It was a Saturday morning around 10am when I set course for the bike path leaving the house wearing a pair of Op shorts and a tank top. I pedaled with purpose as if trying to run away from something and soon enough I found myself at the path crossroads. Do I head towards the mountains or away from the mountains? I asked myself. Something inside tugged at me and I started my journey with the mountains on the horizon. The morning air felt cool on my face which already showed beads of sweat. I set a steady pace that wasn’t overly tiring nor mundane. Other cyclists passed me by coming from both directions. Some waved hello and others just rode by unbothered by my presence. My long hair flowed freely in the wind making me feel like I was flying. Just ahead I noticed a figure riding opposite of me at what seemed to be a very slow pace. The reason this person caught my attention was because he wasn’t holding on to the handlebars and was upright on the saddle. As the rider approached I noticed it was a man, young but not young young, perhaps in his mid 30’s maybe 40’s and shirtless. He was thin but muscular . His legs looked particularly thick and tanned in the short shorts he wore. It was then that I noticed it, it was quick but very obvious. His penis, the head and part of his shaft popped in and out from the hem of his shorts as he worked the pedals. He rode slow enough past me that I caught a glimpse or 3 of his manhood. This was the first time ever that I saw a grown man’s cock. The moment was fleeting but the image was permanently engraved in my head. I looked back wondering if he noticed me watching his aydın escort thing, but he just rode on down the path and so did I. A little while after I pulled over off the path to get a drink of water and while leaning on my bike I noticed nobody riding straight ahead but a rider approaching me from my left. As the figure drew closer I became intrigued by the slow pace of the rider but moreover by his or her upright posture. “Could it be?” I ask myself, as the figure comes closer into focus. I was now convinced it was the same guy who had rode opposite of me a few minutes before. I felt a mix of anxiety and curious anticipation as he approached. I wanted to look but also didn’t want to be obvious either, however my curiosity would win over as he slowly rode past me with his cock in a complete state of erection and in full display for the world to see. I can’t tell you if he looked at me as he rode by because my eyes were glued to the sight of the impressive manhood. He had to have been easily 8+ inches of dark thick uncut man meat. I even caught a quick glimpse of the glistening glans peeking prominently through the foreskin. I kept watching him as he rode away wondering if this man had done this for my eyes only or if this was something he did in general. That question seemed to get a quick answer when he turned his head over his shoulder to look back towards where I was. Or at least that’s what I wanted to believe. That was all the encouragement my curiosity would need and I jumped on my bike quickly riding to catch up to him. Why exactly I was doing this was a complete mystery to me, it was more of an instinctive reaction or a calling of sorts. Since the man was riding at such a slow pace it wasn’t long before I caught up to him which brought me into the “what next” conundrum. Since I wasn’t sure if he was even aware that I was hot on his rear wheel, I decided that passing him on his right would give me another chance to see his cock assuming it was still hanging out of his shorts. I pushed on the pedals harder and as I passed him he looked at me smiled and when I looked down he was full on jerking off. I’m sure that I stared a little bit too long but I couldn’t help myself so I didn’t ever try to look back up at his face and rather just rode on. Fifteen seconds later I had to look back and saw him still a few paces behind me but now riding in a normal position as other riders went by. Shortly after he caught up to me and asked me if I had been to the hidden lake. I was puzzled by his question and in broken English I replied “I don’t know” then he said “follow me and I will show it to you”. Upon hearing those words,I wasn’t sure I understood what he said so I looked down and noticed that he had pushed his cock back in his shorts (although his erection was still evident), but what I did understand was “follow me” so I did. After riding a few minutes we went under a bridge and he slowed down before going off the path to a nearby chain link fence with a gate. He got off his bike and leaned it against the fence, then turned around and instructed me to do the same. I did and then he motioned me to jump over the fence, I looked at him as not fully understanding so he came up grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up to the top of the fence where he held me steady by my butt before jumping down to the other side. He then lifted the two bikes over the fence and handed them to me before jumping over himself. We got back on our bikes and rode down a dirt path into what I now know to be a protected wilderness area. The short ride brought us to a small lagoon filled with ducks and other fowl. We rode the path along the lagoon until we came to an opening in the brush that led to a well hidden clearing with a picnic table and the most amazing view of the lagoon. Needless to say it was an ideal private hideaway that from the looks of all the trash on the ground was not necessarily a secret place. We engaged in small talk to the extent possible by language barrier and learned each other’s name. He asked me how old I was and told me he was 43 and his name was Frank. He asked where I was from and told me he was French/Italian. During this entire chat, he stood in front of me while I was sitting on the picnic table catching glances of the still visible erection barely covered by his skimpy shorts and to be honest I had been sporting a nice little boner of my own since he lifted me over the fence. Mine however was not nearly as obvious. With a background of the sun shimmering over glistening lagoon serenaded by the sounds of duck horns and chirping birds, Frank moved ever so close to me and as I looked up at this tall muscular man with what I imagine was puppy eyes and complete awe, I watched him say it was hot as I admired his broad chest that was well defined with sparse patches of hair that came together at the base to form a happy trail down to the waistline of the shorts. My mouth had dropped open and remained like that until he reached over and gently lifted my chin off my lap. It was then that without a single word said his large hands reached down, grabbed the hem of my tank top and lifted it up and over my head leaving my small thin boy torso exposed. I looked up at him as my body trembled with anticipation and anxiety. I knew well I shouldn’t be doing any of this and more importantly I shouldn’t allow this strange man to do any of this to me. But none of that really mattered that moment, I was on autopilot and he had full control. Although I remained aware and somewhat apprehensive, all my fears disappeared when Frank bent down and while holding my head, kissed me ever so tenderly and passionately at the same time. This was my first ever kiss with the same sex and all my previous kisses would be purged from my memory in that instant. Our kiss was more than a kiss. It was an extended make-out session that introduced me first to what it feels like to be French kissed and secondly the feeling of utter and complete surrender. His mouth tasted like crisp apples and as I melted in aydınlıkevler escort his strong embrace where I felt safe and loved. He pulled back and his hands slid up under my arms lifting me up into a standing position atop the picnic table. From this vantage point I was looking down at him as his head came up to my chest. He looked at me and then started bathing my bare torso with small kisses and long licks on my nipples and underarms. This would send my young body into a frenzy of unfamiliar feelings that felt like electrical charges running through me. His hands wandered about my lower body from my butt to my thighs and even my crotch. Not for a moment did it cross my mind to stop this man or even say anything that would put a stop to everything. I was his and he knew he had a power over me that even I couldn’t identify. His hands made it up to my waistband where he unbuttoned my shorts and slid the zipper down before pulling them down leaving me only wearing my bikini underwear which was the type my mother preferred to buy me. Finally my little boy boner made his presence known as it pushed relentlessly stretching my undies straight out. He looked at it and then up at me, smiled and then bent down taking the cloth covered erection into his mouth. My knees almost gave out but he held me from my buttocks, each handful of ass gripping firmly with his fingers digging deep into my crack making my boy hole twitch. He wasted little time before my undies were tossed with all the rest of the clothes on the bench. All this happening while never missing an opportunity to feast on my innocence. My little uncut boy dick and scrotum were now being treated to a warm soothing bath inside his mouth and my body went into involuntary muscular spasms that turned my legs into jello. Was it not for the fact his hands had me by the ass, I would’ve collapsed there and then. Unknowingly I had wrapped my arms around his head to steady myself or perhaps to drive my boy dick further down into his mouth. Slowly and gently he laid me down onto the table top and helped me come down from my momentary ecstasy. Frank brought his face next to mine and kissed me ever so tenderly asking if I had enjoyed it. I just nodded and closed my eyes while he continued kissing me. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and we started laughing uncontrollably. I felt totally relaxed and at ease and nothing we had done seemed wrong or inappropriate. Then Frank asked me a question that would set the tone for the rest of our time together. He asked me if I wanted to stop or continue. I understood the question but not entirely what he meant by that. However, I was his and my answer was a resounding yes to continuing delivered by a mischievous smile followed by an instinctual licking of my lips. Frank didn’t hesitate to wait for a more direct response before pulling my body to the edge of the table. As I went to sit up, Frank pushed me down and asked me to stay laying down and then he pushed my knees to my chest and asked me to hold them there. In that position, my little hairless boy hole was fully exposed and it made a little self continuous and quite frankly embarrassed. But once again, Frank would make me feel at ease with gentle caressing and kissing. I closed my eyes enjoying his touch but this would come to and end when I suddenly felt his hot breath near my boy hole. I quickly reacted to which Frank responded by holding me firmly in place. What came next would completely blow my mind beyond anything I knew or understood. I felt Frank’s tongue take a long slow wet lap from one end of my hole to the other before nestling in the middle. My first thought was how gross it was because it was my ass hole and well, shit comes out, shit stinks so how could he? But then there it was, a simple gentle push of the tongue that froze me in my thoughts. He backed off and said “relax” and I tried but it wasn’t immediately easy. He spent a good amount of time going back and forth from licking to pushing his tongue in my hole before I allowed myself to be comfortable with it but even then the entry was very restricted. It was then that he pulled away and came up to me and in a very loving tone explained to me what he wanted me to experience, but to do it he would need me to cooperate and help him. In all honesty, I only understood a word or two of all he said but what appeared obvious was that his breath still smelled of apples and that gave me great peace of mind. He had asked me to push out when he pushed in, but I feared that I could fart on him or worse. He assured me again that it would be ok and after a couple of tries I finally experienced what he was working so hard for. His tongue entered my boy hole and I felt this inner peace that made my entire body relax at once. He wasted no time and slobbered all over my hole as his tongue kept traveling further up my canal with each thrust. My little boy cock that had been hard as a nail all this time, had gone back to a sleepy state and my scrotum had retreated back into my body. In that moment all the matter was all the crazy intense feelings I was experiencing. The pleasure was immeasurable and all I could think was how I never want it to stop while at the same time wondering if this was what it feels like to be in love. I know it’s silly, but I was only 11yo. My pleasure and enjoyment had become so intense that I felt myself going in and out of consciousness, although it was more a state of bliss during which he had even popped a finger or fingers inside my boy hole without the slightest sign of resistance from me. I had reached the next level of surrender and I had become a willing and compliant vehicle for which he owned the keys and was fully in control. I remember everything that happened that morning. The place, the sounds, the smell and most of all the feelings I experienced from the first kiss to that unforgettable first boygasm. However, a lot of what would come to pass after that, is shrouded in a haze that I’ve only experienced when I was ayrancı escort high. What’s not easy to forget is the pain, pride and finally the satisfaction of being fully penetrated by a grown man’s cock. I’m not certain if this was his intent all along or if he only sized the opportunity afforded him by the insatiable curiosity of a prepubescent immigrant boy. It had all started with a not so innocent tease by a seasoned pervert who knew well what his actions may lead to. After all this wasn’t his first rodeo by a long shot. Oh no, Frank had conjured his plan over years of trial and error with many subjects and it was honed to absolute perfection with consideration given for mitigating circumstances aplenty. Sure he had experienced long periods of failure and dry spells that brought him to the brink of desperation. But it only took one many successful encounters to renew his resolve and today this young immigrant boy was the latest prize of his diligence. The moment Frank had laid eyes on me, he was convinced I was an ideal target and he had to have me, but only if I were a willing participant. Perhaps he thought that I would be a much more difficult undertaking but as I had mentioned I wasn’t completely innocent or naive, for early experiences with cousins and neighborhood friends had already taught me a little but moreover, it had awaken an prodigious sexual curiosity. In that moment of complete bliss and surrender, I was no longer thinking or reacting to what was happening. It was more like having an out-of-body experience where everything seems to move slowly and although your senses are aware of your surroundings, you are no longer in control of your actions. It wasn’t until I felt his breath on my neck that I realized his cock was aligned with my small boy hole pressing down with the smooth blunt glans of his cock head against the tender tissues of my sloppy wet and dilated anus. I must admit that there was no pain but rather a sensation of pressure building up as the walls on my canal gave way to the persistent intrusion. Suddenly a sharp lighting of pain shot up my spine waking me up to a feeling of fullness and overwhelming pressure like I had to use the bathroom immediately. I tried to push myself away but I was trapped between the table and his body weight. Frank whispered in my ear to relax but that was easier said than done. I mumbled incoherently that I needed to use the bathroom to which he replied “go ahead, push out like you are going”. I was certain I misunderstood and so I continued to struggle a little longer before I could no longer take it and I tried to push his cock out like I was pooping. But of course rather than pushing him out, he sank nearly the entire length of his cock before I could pinch shut my butt once again. The pressure at that moment seemed to me poised to rip me open and I felt guilty and regretful for what I had gotten myself into. “You’re so gorgeous and such a good boy” he whispered. “It feels hard” was all I could say. Tears started to well up as I had become more tolerant of his invasion. I tried to relax and he sensed it immediately so he pulled back but not all the way out, then he allowed his weight to sink him back in. All I could do was let out a loud groan. “At a boy” said Frank, “just relax, this will not take long” I didn’t say anything but instead tried as much as I could to relax. Without letting his weight off of me, he started a grinding motion. Side to side at first followed by forward thrusts. After a good couple of minutes of that gyration, he straightened up and while holding my body down with his hands, he began a steady rhythm in and out of my boy hole, enough that I could feel his balls slapping against my ass on the forward thrust. I had started to lose myself in the moment as the pain eased except when he pushed in too deep. I actually was enjoying the feeling when he would pull back and slowly back in. I tried in vain to hold him back from pushing too deep, but the expression on his face seemed absent minded or perhaps just indifferent to my pleas so I just allowed him to have me. Not long after that he bent down and kissed me passionately which prevented him from pushing too deep into me but rather just enough that I started to moan in pleasure into his mouth. This moaning encouraged him and he picked up the pace slightly to which my boy dick responded immediately returning to full erection. Whatever he was doing to me, my body approved and it was returning to that place of bliss and formidable pleasure and once again I was his and he was mine. I told Frank that I needed to pee and he said to me to just let it happen. I was confused but I didn’t even have time to think about it before my body went rigid then jerked violently on the table. My spasms were a whole body experience that included my boy hole which contracted around his cock over and over again while he fucked me. Frank let out a loud groan followed by incoherent profanities until he collapsed on top of me. Shortly after, his once rigid meat tube slid out of my hole leaving me feeling empty as cool air rushed in me while his man juice leaked out of me and onto the table and the ground. Frank would help me to my feet and embrace me with a kiss before helping me get dressed again. He followed suit, dressing himself and cleaning up the evidence before we left the hideaway on our way back to the path. We rode back together for a few minutes before he said he had to take a different route. He told me he had a really lovely time hanging out with me and said he hoped I had enjoyed myself. I just smiled with a frown, not only because of the pain I felt in my thoroughly abused boy hole but also because his words sounded like goodbye and this boy was hoping Frank had liked me enough to want to see me again. But my wish would not be granted and instead I rode home sore and broken hearted. Of course, Pandora’s box top was blown open and my hole soreness would not last forever. But my boy curiosity and youthful sexual appetite had been shifted into high gear and a myriad of exciting experiences awaited my immediate future that would open up endless opportunities well into adulthood. I really hope you enjoyed reading this composition as much as I did writing it. Feedback and ideas are welcome via email or Wickr at in2boysnmen. Thank you for reading.

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