Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2015 14:20:38 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 16

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I helped the two girls back into their sundresses and flip flops before we
went back out to the garage.  I could clean up the mess in the family room
later.  I patted their naked hineys one more time before I opened the
garage door and let them out.  They left on their bikes, quickly and
quietly, as they had appeared a little earlier.

All of Susan's bike parts I had painted were dry, so I proceeded to get the
whole thing reassembled.  I got into the zone, working with Pandora
blasting oldies from the shop computer.  Before long, I had the bike back
together, the tires inflated to the proper pressure, brakes adjusted and
chain and hubs lubed.  I put a coat of automotive wax on the painted frame
and some chrome polish on the shiny bits.  A final buff and wipe down made
it ready for Susan.  I set the bike up in the middle of the shop, turned on
all the lights, and took pictures from every angle.

I stood back and admired the fruits of my efforts.  In that moment of calm
I realized how badly I needed to take a leak!  Two cups of coffee and half
a bottle of water were knocking on the door of my bladder.  One of my
greatest regrets in designing this house was the lack of a bathroom, or at
least a urinal, in the garage.  I hated to traipse through the house to the
nearest bathroom, just to piss.  Of course, I improvised.  I have a lot of
small containers and paint cups around I can use.  I stood there with my
favorite one poised beneath my fly and let loose into it.  The relief was
wonderful!  After the last drop, I milked it down, stuffed him back in my
shorts, and emptied the cup into the flower bed just outside the rear door
to the shop.  I wondered how many times I had done that and when it was
going to start smelling like an alley in New York.  Who cares?  I have the
biggest urinal in the world!  It's as big as all outdoors.

The overhead garage door was open during all this, but I was shielded from
view behind some of my tools.  Not that it would have bothered me.  Still,
I had to present an upstanding image in the community if I wanted these
kids to keep coming back for help with their bikes.

I had to go to the computer to tell Pandora I was still listening before
the oldies would resume.  I have it on my own Everly Brothers station.  Just
as "Cryin' in the Rain" came on, I heard the screech of bike brakes in my
driveway.  It was Tyler.  He got off and pushed his bike into the shop next
to Susan's.  He looked her bike over carefully.

"Nice work," he said.  "Isn't that Susan Blake's bike?"

"Yes, it is," I answered.  "I just finished it up this morning."

"Wow!" he commented, "That was such a wreck!  She could barely ride it.  Now
it looks like a million bucks!"

"Do you think she'll like it?" I asked.

"I know she will," he responded.  " Um, I heard something from Donny..."

"About what?" I asked, knowing full well he was going to ask about what
happened with Susan.

"He told me that he had sex with Susan over here at your place," he stated.
"Is that true?"  He had a look of incredulity on his face.

"That's true," I answered.  "He said he'd been dreaming about it for years."

"Who hasn't?" he said.  "I've been dreaming of fucking her since I was nine
years old!  I just can't believe Donny got to do it before me."

"And he wasn't the only one..." I added.

"You mean you fucked her too?"  He almost screamed.

"Yes, I was her first," I said matter-of-factly.  "Donny got sloppy
seconds."

"Oh, man!" he exclaimed.  "All those times I've jerked off thinking about
her, too..."

"Well, don't look now," I said, "She's coming up the driveway!"  A BMW had
pulled up and let her out at the end of the driveway.  I motioned for the
driver to come in, too.

"Hi Mike, hi Tyler," Susan said.  "This is my Mom."  She motioned to
indicate the beautiful woman standing behind her.  I could see where Susan
got her good looks.  I extended my hand to meet hers.  Tyler nodded his
head to acknowledge her.

"Hi, Susan's Mom," I said.  "I'm Mike, the bike guy.  At least, that's what
the kids call me."

"Hi Mike," she said.  "I'm Natalie, Susan's Mom."  They both walked over to
Susan's bike and inspected it in silence.  Then there were a few whispered
comments I couldn't hear.

"This is just unbelievable!" Susan exclaimed.

"It certainly is!" Natalie agreed.  "I was afraid Susan was going to be
embarrassed to ride this old bike, but now it looks new again!"

"Mount up, Susan," I said.  She put up the kickstand and rode off down the
street.  She looked good on it and seemed to be comfortable with my
adjustments.

"What do I owe you, Mike?" Natalie said.

"Oh, I have no idea," I replied.  "I never charge for these things;  especially
for neighborhood kids."

"That's' very kind of you," she said.  "You know, you saved me the cost of
a new bike.  I'm in your debt and expect you to feel free to collect on it
some time."

"Fair enough," I said.  I looked behind me and could see Tyler lurking in
the background.  He had a pained look on his face, though he was trying to
put on a brave countenance.  I'd have to deal with him later.

Susan came flying into the garage and put the brakes on just in time.

"Mom!" she exclaimed, "Even the brakes work! "  She was beaming and had a
slight sheen of sweat on her from the short ride.  It made her look extra
sexy to me.  Tyler was obviously affected, too.  I saw him trying to adjust
himself to make the front of his shorts less obvious.

"I'm late for work, so I'll be off," Natalie announced.  "It was nice
meeting you, Mike, and I can't thank you enough."

"Just the look on Susan's face is enough thanks for me," I said as she
strode to her car.  Susan gave me a kiss on the cheek and rode her "new"
bike off down the street.

"Tyler, you can breathe again now," I said after they left .  He audibly
sucked in a breath and let it out in a whoosh.

"I can't believe that just happened!" he stammered.  "I almost came in my
shorts and now I'm so hard it hurts."  I could see his dick tenting his
shorts out.

"Want some help with that?" I asked.

"Could you, please?" he pleaded.  Without answering him, I shut the
overhead door and went to his side.

"What do you want me to do, little boy?" I teased.

"I want you to suck my dick," he stated.  I was more than happy to oblige.  I
pulled his shorts down and off.  I had a little trouble negotiating the
elastic around his hard spike, but I managed to get them down.  There were
no undergarments to get in the way.  I lifted him up and sat him on the
workbench, legs hanging down.  I pulled up my stool and was at just the
right height to comfortably fit my head into his lap.  I found his dick and
sucked it into my mouth.  I love the taste of young dick!  He had obviously
been turned on by the presence of Susan and her mother, as some salty and
sticky moisture had gathered on the head of his dick.  "Dew on the Lily" I
believe it's called in some circles.  At any rate, it didn't last long.  I
had it cleaned up in no time and was spiraling my tongue around Tyler's
young cock while taking him all the way down to all the way up to the head.
I massaged his virtually hairless balls while I sucked and even ventured a
little further back along his perineum when I got the chance.  He was
leaning back on his hands, so I was free to do what I willed.

I backed off until just the head of it was in my mouth and gave him a good
tongue-lashing, running my rough tongue across that tender spot just under
the head known as the frenulum.  That drove him wild and caused him to buck
into my mouth, lifting his butt off the bench.  His breathing and moaning
increased, so I knew he was close.  There was no way I was going to lose
this load, so I allowed him to thrust up into my mouth until his head
swelled and I felt his dick pulsate.  Then he bucked and delivered one,
two, three shots and a few dribbles.  Not a mouthful, but a healthy and
tasty load.  I milked the last drops out with my tongue before he got too
sensitive to take any more.

"Wow!" he snorted, "That was amazing!"  His chest heaved, trying to restore
some sort of regular breathing pattern.  I sat back and waited for him to
recover.

"Feel better now?" I asked.  He could just manage to nod his head.