Biker Boy

My first boyfriend was a “Biker,” but in Elementary school, that ment BMX. He couldn’t get a motorcycle, nor even a moped, but he had a bicycle.

He even did tricks, like Wheelies (AKA “Manuals”) and had special spinny bars for doing bar skins, and tail whips. Standing up on the front tire, so the brake cables didn’t get wrapped around the frame.

So, we liked to watch him show off, along with the skaters on their skateboards, but one day my mom broke down. So, she couldn’t pick me up, but she paged me from the mechanic’s shop, so I could call her from the payphones by the office.

Oh yeah, and this was years ago when I was a little girl, they had these things called “Beepers,” and payphones. Smart Phones were called PDAs, and had keyboards, but Cameraphones hadn’t come out yet. So, you had to buy a digital camera if you wanted to take pictures, and plug them into your computer. (Or put film pictures through a scanner.)

We had a Fax machine, too. So anyway, I told everyone what happened when I got back to the parking lot. Tony (Ironically, he wore Tony Hawk shirts, even though he wasn’t a Skater) was the only one that could give me a ride, but he had pegs, and I was lucky that I wore pants that day, so I didn’t have to gird my loins.

(You have the internet now, so look that up if you want to find out what that entails.) I was scared of the tire whirling around between my legs, so I hugged him tight, and held onto his shirt, but he had to stand up to climb the hill, and his butt rubbed up, and down my tummy.

So, I started thinking about what we’d rub our bodies together for, only it was turned around backwards. “Huh!” He finally gave up, and put his feet down. I knew that was a bad sign, because he never got off the bike when he was doing tricks. He always flipped it around, and kicked his legs up, like the ground was made of lava.

He was really out of breath, so he finally asked me how much I weigh? “I don’t know,” almost 60lbs this morning, but that’s not counting whatever I ate, and my bookbag. “Maybe 50 pounds?”

“Huh, you mind if I take a break?” I didn’t want to let go, but his butt was lower, and in front of the seat, so I let him go, and climbed off behind the tower. “Just need to catch my breath, whew!” He sat down on the side of the sidewalk, but there was grass down to the ditch, and I felt a little weird.

In my tummy, but a lot lower than my stomach, maybe in my guts? I rubbed it, but up above my pants, no where near my pantie waist. Then, I blinked, and looked around.

“Where are we?”

He looked around “Halfway up Lawton hill?” I couldn’t see the street signs.

“Well, I don’t live this way,” I pointed down the hill, “I live down that way, so it’s downhill?”

“Well, where do you live, then?” He got up, and picked up his bike, while I told him the address.

“I don’t know where that is, so why don’t you get up front, and show me?” He had pegs on the front too, which ment I couldn’t hug him, and feel his butt. He was really athletic, and muscular. Especially in the legs, and butt, but also in the arms. I didn’t feel his chest, but I think I even felt abs through his shirt.

Then, it was scary going down the hill, so I closed my eyes, and turned away. The wind beat my face with my hair, but when I got home, I called “Mom?” She was still at the garage with the car, and she had to wait for dad to get off work, before he could pick her up.

He just dropped me off, but I was alone with the house to myself, and I knew where his dick was supposed to go. In my pussy, but when I pulled my pants down, I was dry in my panties, and I always heard that you’re supposed to get “Hot, and wet.”

I had to lick my fingers, but as soon as I closed my eyes, all I had do was remember how he pumped up, and down on his bike. His seat was useless, standing up like that until he got down to catch his breath, and he was really out of breath, but I loosened up, and I even got a finger in before the spit dried up, and got sticky.

So, I had to spit in my hand, and rub it in, but I didn’t want to lick my fingers again. I sucked my other thumb, but like a dick, not like a baby. Then, I switched hands, and stuck my thumb in. I really had to twist my arm around, but I could rub my tummy with wet fingers, and finally I felt something quiver inside.

“Hhuhuhuh huh, uh!” I got down on my knees, in the living room, and just held my arm across the couch. My pussy squeezed my thumb, and I had my fingers curled up in a fist, for his balls. Of course they weren’t like his balls at all, but I could imagine.

I wished I’d touched him to feel if he was hard, and maybe hold his balls, but his legs were in the way, and I shook my head. There’s no way I would have been brave enough to touch him right out on the sidewalk where anyone could see us.

I should have invited him in, but I didn’t even notice both cars were gone, so the house was empty. Mom wouldn’t let me have a boy over, especially an older boy, even if he did give me a ride home, but I orgasmed, and it was amazing. It made me feel even more in love with him, even though I barely knew him, I felt his meaty buns rub my tummy through his pants, and his top, until I wanted more.

So, I watched him, and the skateboarders again after school, until finally I got brave enough to walk up to him. “Um, my mom’s car is still in the shop, and I missed the bus again, so. You think, maybe you could give me a ride, again?”

Shyly, but once I got my arms around him, I got brave, and let them feel his lap. It was all downhill from there, so he didn’t even have to pedal, but I let my hands slip up, and rubbed his balls until I felt his boner in his pants.

“Uh,” he turned off, and it got bumpy all of a sudden. I held on for dear life, but I saw trees wizzing bye, and I just shut my eyes, until we stopped.

“Where are we?” He took a bike trail, off into the woods.

“You never rode a bike before?” He turned around, so I hugged him from behind again. Only this time, there was no bike.

“There’s nothing else to hang onto.” I rubbed him hard again, without his legs in the way.

“It’s alright,” he undid his pants, and I had to move my hand, so he could fish it out of his underwear. “There, now you can get a better grip.”

“Huh!” It wasn’t even a whole handful, but I didn’t care. I knew he wanted me to pump it up, and down. I even stuck my hand in there to feel his balls, and roll them around. They were a little hairy, not really hairy, but I hoped that ment they weren’t empty.

“Uh, yeah, I’m almost there!” I pumped faster, racing to the finish until he finally hunched, and pushed his butt hard into my tummy. “Ufuck, uh!”

I blushed, and let him go. Looking at my hands, to see if I got any on them, but sure enough. It splashed on the leaves between his legs. He held onto a tree, and shook his head. Finally, he caught his breath. “You’re not going to tell anyone?”

“What, are you kidding?” I giggled, “I want to tell all my friends you’re my boyfriend!”

“Huh, sure.” He shook his head, as if he didn’t really mean it, and he didn’t want to date me, now that I was turning into a slut. “Just don’t tell them you jerked me off, okay?”

“Huh, okay.” I had to wait until I got home, to orgasm, but I had a lot more stuff to think about, and he started giving me rides home, every day. So, I could give him a blowjob, and show him how to finger me, the next day. His thumb was way bigger, and it had a big knuckle in the middle, he could pop in and out, giving me the best orgasm so far! (Okay, out of 3.)

Then he asked me “What happened to your cherry?”

I shrugged, I don’t even realize when I broke it with my fingers, and I didn’t started bleeding, so then I laughed, “I heard you could break it riding a bike, but I don’t think they ment like this!” He laughed too, than I got on the handlebars, so he could take me the rest of the way home.

Until finally, he got over being ashamed of me, so we could go out, for real. As boyfriend, and girlfriend until he left for middle school. So, he couldn’t give me rides home from school any more, but we went all the way. Before I got my period, but he pulled out, and blew balls all over my back.

We finally got it the right way around, so he was in the back, and I was up front. So he could stick his dick in me, and we could screw. I wanted his babies so bad, but I was too young, and there’s no way I could take care of them, or we could take care of them. Hell, even mom, and dad only had 1 car to share until the other one got fixed, so where would the car seat go, on the handlebars?

“Huh!” So, I had to get my own bike, and learn how to ride it without training wheels. Every time I rode it home, I remembered my first boyfriend, and stopped by our favorite spot in the woods, to crank another one out.

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