BMX Crew

By Mike Rice

Published on Jul 5, 2016

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The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of sex between males. All resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. If you are a minor or are prohibited from viewing this story in your jurisdiction, do not proceed.

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BMX Crew - Part 1

"We good, dude?"

"All good."

"Then let's roll out."

"Sec." Jay put a boot forward. "We know the plan? Trails and everything?"

"Pfft. You'll get it."

"I don't really know it," said Max.

"Okay, okay." T-man clipped his helmet off and got off his bike. "Here's the park. Big trails go up that way. Little shit spreads out here. They got some sick hills, weenie rises. Questions?"

Max stared at the map. "Not really."

"Well, we'll all be together, right? No need to memorize it?"

"Nah, no need, you're good." T was on again. "Yo, fucker!" A guy hung on to his belt, running from the woods area.

"I'm coming."

"Pull up your pants. It's ride time." He tossed him a helmet. Then the four guys kicked dirt up, pedaling into the hills.


"Wait, are you sure?"

"Yeah dude, c'mon."

"What if someone follows us?"

T-man laughed. "You know how much shit we have to climb through to get up here?" He positioned his bike by the rock cliff. Shorts came off; the handlebar shook. A smile crossed his face as his eyes closed.

"I dunno."

Heat rose up from the seat into his junk. From the other side the hot sun baked into his butt cheeks. "Yeah you do. Now, stop being a bitch." A hand came down. Followed by a slight pinching motion. "How's it look today?"

"Ugh."

"How's it smell?" he said quieter. There was some shuffling, then movement in the bike frame. T's head sank.

Hands gripped his thigh; his waist wiggled against the high seat. "Mnh."

"Yeah," he said assertively. He wiggled some more. "Don't tease me, Tucker." There was a pinching in the buns. Then, starting in the thighs he tensed. "Fuck." Tucker moaned again. "Fuck!" The lapping sound came quiet but unmistakable. "Damn, dude."

"Unnnngh." Tuck's breath came fast and airy.

"Up the crack. Just like that." His neck flexed, chin facing the sky. "Oh ho ho, yeah!"

Tuck's right hand was down. It had slipped through his fly, inside his heavy skate shorts. Spit collected on his chin.

"Do it. Eat it." His sneaks ground for traction. "Eat it," he said persistently.

"Mmmnh." Fingers cupped the round ass.

T breathed hard. He leaned down like a road biker, then looked back around. "Get in there. Ugh, fuck get in here!" He pushed back, angrily. "Make me fucking hard."

Tuck could see, when T-man rose up half an inch, the signs of a dick in flexion. The hole was tight and dripping; it looked almost soapy in the hot sun. "Oh. Ohhh."

"Eat it. Good." Eyes closed. He reared up, changing the angle as if spoon feeding it. "Yeah, boy." His long hair fell down his neck, held by the headband. Every now and then he'd pull at his shirt, keeping it well above his buns.

Feet away, the rocky soil dropped off. The view extended down over the forest all the way to the next set of hills. The network of trails kept hidden under the tall trees. The sky was blue, cloudless.

"Yo." T's leg swung. "Up here."

"Woah. What?"

"C'mon."

"Dude, I—" His lips were soaked. "Here?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" T stared at him. "Anyway, take it as a compliment. You got me horny out of my fucking mind."

Tuck put his hands on the rock face, nervously glancing over his shoulder. There was a sound as his shorts came down, then his hairy ass was exposed.


Max propped himself up on his toes. "Did you see them at all?"

"No," said Jay as he stopped beside him. "Though I can't say I'm surprised."

They paused on the dirt. "Well we took the main trail, just like they said. I thought you were right behind them."

"I was." Jay took his helmet off, shaking his hair out.

"They might come back through here, right? Maybe we should just wait." A few minutes went by. There was a loud bird above them, making a mocking type of sound. It seemed to change places, then change again. Light streamed down through the dense forest.

"Why am I not surprised," came the a low drawl.

Max stared at his handlebars. He wiggled his fingers, in the black gloves. Out of the corner of his eye Jay sighed and drew his hand through his hair. "I thought they were gonna wait for us," said Max.

"You mean, like they said they would?"

"It's like they were right ahead of us, then they were gone."

"Maybe they know some secret half pipe. Where it's pristine, and made for tricks, and—"

"Shh. Did you hear that?" The guys looked up; a second passed. "Never mind."


"So he said, fuck you trying to pull a fast one on me, and she said, I'm leaving." T-man hoisted his bike into the air.

"That seriously what she said?" laughed Tuck.

"Hell yeah, balls to the walls." The guys were standing, around back of the paint-chipped SUV. Exhaust puffed out of the pipe as the engine ran.

"Uh, where do you want our bikes?" asked Jay.

"Just on the rack out here. I'm putting ours inside." T latched them on one by one, as Tucker folded his arms.

"Damn. That's nuts."

"Ain't it?" They all watched as T finished. Jay and Max exchanged a look. "Good job, dudes, that was an awesome ride." He stood up, high-fiving them. "In fact, I think it calls for a celebratory cigarette." He pulled one out of his pocket. "Anyone else?" No one said anything. "All righty, then."

They were in the truck. Max squeezed into the back seat, where some of the upholstery was coming loose. He reached behind him; he pulled out a damp shirt. "Fuck, man," said Tuck from the front. "I'm hungry."

"You always are," said T. He glanced at him, then glanced at him again. He adjusted the rear-view mirror. "What about you dudes? Wanna eat?"

"I got shit to do, if that's cool," said Jay. His head was already against the window.

"All right, all right. No pressure." He pulled out, spinning tires over the gravel. "What about you, lil' Max?" He tilted the mirror, eyes looking directly into his.

"Um, I should get back, too. Thanks though."

"Thanks? You're welcome." He gave a whoop and clapped his hands. "Damn! Nothing like some weekend morning rides." He turned the radio on. "I'm way too amped for this. Tuck, you might have to drive."

"Hmm, not me."

"Fuck it. Next stop, back to town." Max glanced to the left. Jay's eyes were closed against the window.

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