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The Dream Biker

by Alex


(This is all fiction) I was only 16 years old, when I met the most remarkable human being I ever came across. I fell in love from just one glance at his face...as well as his body. One day, during the summer break, school was already out and all of my friends had already left town to go on their own fun little trips over the vacation. Being in such a small, fairly quiet neighborhood, it wasn’t hard for me to walk out of the house and be completely alone, especially without my friends around. I walked through a grove of beautiful, tall trees, unable to be seen from the roads or houses nearby. It wasn’t very hot or humid, but just nicely plain. The birds’ chirping around me made me feel like I was so far away from it all. I’d sometimes come to this spot deep in the crowd of trees where there lay a dead tree across the grass whenever I didn’t want to speak to anyone. Although, I wasn’t exactly in that type of a mood, I just thought I’d feel better being away from the people I knew for a little while and just relax, in peace. About 3 minutes later, I was already lying back on the log when I heard the faint sound of someone’s footsteps in grass. A little startled that anyone would come this way, I sprung up to see who it was. It was a man. He was wearing motorbiker’s gear colored mostly with red and yellow all over. The same went for the helmet, which was over his head. There was also a bold, green “H” on the chest of his jacket. I couldn’t see who it was. Where did he come from? How did he find me? A thousand questions piled up in my head - some wondering where he came from, some a little naughty. I couldn’t help but notice the fairly large package he had. It didn’t appear to be a boner, but it was definitely suffocating inside those tight pants. “Who are you?” was all I could manage asking, since I was suddenly a little shy. I didn’t know why, either. He was obviously gazing at me, even with the visor blocking any possible way to look at his eyes. He replied, “I saw you walk into the trees, back there. I was curious and decided to follow. I’m sorry if I interrupted you, but you looked like you were pretty lonely just sitting on that log.” The tone of his voice, it sounded so much like someone my age. I wasn’t so sure. He was quite a bit taller than I was, even though I know there are 16 year olds much taller than me in my class. But with that helmet on, I still had some doubts of his age. The tone in his voice seemed somewhat as though he was dead, but yet, it gave out a feeling of compassion. “I am a little lonely,” I said to him. “My parents are at work, right now. All of my friends have gone away for the vacation. I’m pretty much just here, by myself, right now.” He lowered his head a little, then said, “That’s a shame. Did you ask if you could go with them?” I nodded my head slowly, “I did ask. But their parents all disagreed. They only wanted it to be a family vacation”. “I see. That’s really too bad.” the sound in his response made me feel a little more joyful that someone cared. Suddenly, he asked me if I wanted to join him for a while on his motorcycle. I hesitated, thinking about whether or not I could trust him. “I understand. You’re not comfortable with being around a total stranger, right?” he must have read my mind. How old was this guy anyway? I just had to see what he looked like underneath that helmet! I asked, “What’s your name?” “My name is Hikaru”, he said as he slowly removed his helmet. Hikaru...? I’ve heard of that name somewhere before...but where? As his hands slowly lowered the helmet from in front of his face, my heart began to race. Suddenly, his watch started beeping. Disturbed by that, my heart nearly stopped while he was placing his helmet back on. “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta jet. Hope to see you again!” He took off back into the trees, heading toward the road. I felt cheated in some way. At the very last second, right when I was about see who this guy was, a watch, of all things, just had to stop it all. Quite disappointed, I started to head back home, walking through the trees as slow as possible. Now all I can hope is that I’ll luckily get a second chance with that guy. I don’t know why, but I could’ve sworn he had shown a liking to me. I smiled at the thought and went home, awaiting that second chance. Three months have flown by already, leaving me totally surprised that now I have to return to school. Every year, it’s always the same. No matter how much I expect to be back to school by September, it always seems to creep up on me like I never knew. Yet, again, I had my time alone as I walked down the empty streets to my school. An unwanted bag hanging from my shoulders, my hands in my pockets, and my head low. I was in a dull mood. It was a Monday...the day I don’t like most out of the seven days of the week. I was about half way there, when my best friend Johnny ran up beside me. Johnny was only an inch taller than I was and the funny part was that he was born only one day before I was. We both had so many things in common; it was easy to become friends. Unfortunately, I already knew he wasn’t gay, so I wasn’t able to have much of the hots for him, knowing that I couldn’t have him, anyway. He was so cute, though. Brown, spiky hair sticking up into the air, an adorable face with a cute little nose and a wonderful sense of humor. I was a lot more serious about a lot of things, compared to him, but yet we still seemed to get along perfectly. I happened to have an even greater sense of humor than he did; it just seemed like it wasn’t there most of the time. “Ready to go back to classes?”, he asked. I shook my head quickly, whipping it from side to side. “No way!”, I exclaimed. “There are only like one to three days of class that I ever find fun in every year. That sucks!” “Yeah, I guess so.”, he said. “It might be better this year, though. I heard that the students have really been changed around into different classes, this year.” I looked up to him, “Gee, that’s too bad. I bet that you’re not even going to be in my class, then.” “No, I guess not.”, he said back. Johnny sometimes didn’t seem like the most talkative guy, but usually would be more hyperactive. The evil curse of Monday must have been placed upon him, too... Although, he actually gave me something to look forward to for the day. Who will be in my class?, I thought to myself. We finally got to school, and most of the class arrangements were dealt with. A few people came in late as we sat at our desks in separate classrooms. As expected, Johnny wasn’t in my class, this time. I knew I would hate school this year. One of the students walking in late happened to catch my eye. He was one heck of a cute Asian kid. He wasn’t very build, but he was tall. His eyes were so mesmerizing. I felt like I was going to turn into mud from looking at him. So amazed by his handsome looks, I couldn’t control my member. It sprang up, trying its hardest to rip out of my baggy shorts. Luckily I was wearing a large shirt long enough to cover that area and my boner wasn’t very easy to notice. A couple of minutes later, my homeroom teacher finally got to taking attendance. She lifted up a small yellow book from her desk and marked it with a pen. She got around to most of the students, then reached me, “Alexander Lloyd?” I raised my hand, slowly, wondering if that cute Asian kid got my name into his head. A few more students were called on, and then finally it was his turn. Up to my surprise, she called out “Hikaru Watanabe”. He raised his hand, confirming that he was present. My heart started to race like it did three months ago. I tried not to get ahead of myself, but it was all too strong for me. I became certain that this Japanese boy was the biker I had met during the summer! So, that’s where I heard his name. What a surprise! Hikaru’s name was shown to me at the end of last year, when my last homeroom teacher showed me a list of new students that would show up this year. Now I remembered! I was going to be assigned to show this Hikaru guy around the school! My heart was pounding. I couldn’t wait to get to know him better. At least I’ve finally gotten the chance to see his face. Boy, was that a treat or was that a treat?? It was about 15 minutes later when the teacher finally got to something new. She had spent time introducing new students to the school. She called my name, already familiar with me from Math class last year, “Alex, you’re being assigned to sit with Hikaru. I want you and Jimmy to switch seats.” I nearly thought I was going to die, when she said that!! ME? Next to HIKARU?? God, this guy was a dream machine! I nearly went unconscious when I viewed him as he walked in. I don’t know how I could possibly function in class while sitting next to this babe. Too shy to rebel and too willing to want to get along with Hikaru, I collected my things and got up, walking over to the seat next to him, without looking. I patiently waited for my classmate Jimmy to remove himself from the chair so that I could sit down. We were soon settled. By the time lunch came, I would be Hikaru’s tour guide and hopefully best friend.....and hopefully.... Well, I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. Anyway, so then came lunch at 12:15 PM. Neither of us was very hungry, and definitely didn’t feel like eating any school lunch, today, so we skipped lunch and walked around, basically alone, because everyone else was in the cafeteria, with the exception of most of the faculty. By now, I got used to being in Hikaru’s presence, so I didn’t feel so weak in the knees, much, anymore. He obviously remembered my face from late June, because he brought it up when we first met. After taking one pleasant trip around the building, we sat out front on the stairs of the school. There was still a lot of time before lunch would end and we had nothing left to tour. From the stairs, I could see a very shiny, red and black motorbike chained to a lamppost. I was barely able to read out the brand name on the side saying that it was made by the Mitsubishi Company. I took one simple guess whose bike it was, too. We talked for a while about his “liking for biking”. In a way, that really impressed me. At the time, I was really nervous about being on a motorcycle. I could only handle being on a normal bicycle. What a wimp, right? While he was talking, I noticed from the corner of my eye, that his eyes were slightly drifting away from my direction. I took this opportunity to get another look at him. He had spiky hair similar to Johnny’s, except it was black, with brown streaks in random places, and much smoother than Johnny’s hair. If only I could tell if he were gay or not...boy, that would’ve been a dream come true. To have this cute kid as my lover. I had wished I could kiss him right then and there. Although, it seemed we had a lot in common. Even though I wasn’t Japanese like him, I was very much into their culture, and especially loved their cartoons. I adopted the Japanese animation art style and learned how to draw using it. So, that was pretty much my best ability....well....best ability that I could show to everyone around me, if you know what I mean. Getting a little horny, I couldn’t resist but rub it a little, making sure he wasn’t able to see it, though. In an instant, though, he turned his head toward me while I still held my hand to my shorts. I thought quickly, telling him that I had to use the bathroom and got up, running back into the school building. Even though I said what I did, I’m almost positive he knew what I was really going to the bathroom for. Fortunately/unfortunately, for me, he decided to follow me, since he had to use the bathroom, too. I guess he also forgot where the bathroom was, so I had no choice but to slow down for him. We walked into the boys’ restroom on the second floor of the school and I escaped into one of the stalls. He headed for the urinals, which were on the wall in the far end of the room. The second I was a little comfortable, I sat down, dropped my shorts and went to work on my 7-inch hardon. I was so wildly out of control, it took a minute for me to realize that the sound of my hand beating on my wad was echoing through the bathroom. I got kind of embarrassed, since I’m sure he heard it. I stopped, but then he walked up close to the stall and whispered, “Don’t worry, you can go ahead. I do it, too.” I was in total shock! His appearance made him seem so innocent. I guess I read the book by its cover. I didn’t have the courage to invite him to help me unload, so I just stayed quiet and continued my business. It was a good 5 minutes, then I shot my load into the toilet. It was still just Hikaru and myself in there, so I felt free to moan quietly as it let out my liquids. I wondered if I was making him horny, too. Sadly, he didn’t seem to want to join me. I cleaned myself up and walked out of the stall. He was leaning against a wall, close to the restroom door, patiently waiting until I was totally finished. Just the fact that he decided to stick around with me gave me the feeling that he was interested. Although, I still had my doubts. I was basically the only friend he had in the school, so far. I wasn’t sure if he liked me or if he just stuck around because I was his tour guide. I held back a sigh as I washed my hands and then joined him on the way out of the bathroom. I looked at my watch. I finished just in time. It was just about time for class, again, so we headed back to our classroom. What a delightful surprise it was, that on a Monday, the teacher told me, “Oh. You’re still here? You two can be excused for the rest of the day, if you’re done with your assignment, Alex.” My head nearly spun! I always loved half days! So, I told my teacher goodbye and I left with Hikaru. When we got outside and down the stairs, we approached his bike. He turned and looked at me, “Hey. I have two helmets. Would you like a ride back? You can even come over to my house, if you want.” We’ve only known each other for just one day. Was he trying to hit on me? Yet again, my head nearly fell off of my shoulders. I didn’t want to tell him how I didn’t really like riding on motorcycles, so I forced myself to nod, affirmatively. With that, he handed me an extra helmet he had locked under the seat of his bike. I guessed I could trust being on one of these. At least the driver would be Hikaru, someone I had a feeling I could trust in just about anything, even though I’ve only been with him for one day. Well, he told me to hop on first, and so I did, backing up just enough for him to take a seat on the bike, too. He started up his bike, then instructed me in how to stay on the bike. My face, I’m sure probably turned into a cherry underneath the helmet as he gently held my hands and moved them onto his waists. “Hold on tight,” he warned me. “I don’t want to lose my passenger”. I heard a slight bit of sarcasm in his voice, but I found it to be rather adorable, coming out of him. We took off, me having almost no trouble getting use to riding with him. Especially since my hands were all over him. And now we headed for his house. To be continued...


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31 Gay Erotic Stories from Alex

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