Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2015 06:01:14 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 29

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Donny was the first one to show up after school.  I had been working in the
shop, so there was plenty to clean up.  He dove right in and started
working without being asked or told.  I knew he needed and wanted the
money, yet there was so much more than that to his enthusiasm.  He truly
enjoyed working to the best of his ability.  It wasn't that he was trying
to impress me; I think he enjoyed testing his limits.  I gave him
responsibilities and he fulfilled them.  I was about to give him some more.

The Parkers, Barbara and her son Mitchell, showed up as promised and I had
to leave Donny in charge of the shop while I took care of little Mitch's
needs.  I really shouldn't call him "little" Mitch; he has no choice in the
matter due to his condition.

Barbara handed me the medications and supplies and gave Mitch a shove
through the door.  I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she thanked
me again and turned on her heels to leave.  I shut the door and bent down
to talk to Mitch.

"Well, I guess it's just me and you, kid!" I said.  He turned a little red
and shuffled his feet.

"My Mom could never do this," he explained.  "I thought she was going to
faint when the doctor told me about it!"

"I guess she was just a bit squeamish about needles," I said.  "But, no
worries, I'm a trained injection specialist.  The Army trained me well."

"Where are we going to do this?" he asked.  I led him down the hall to the
guest suite.  He was surprised to see a couch, a recliner, a TV, and a
small cube refrigerator.

"We can keep your meds in the fridge and use the couch for your shots," I
said.  I laid out the vials and syringes on top of the fridge for now,
along with alcohol wipes and the clipboard with the chart on it.  "First
one goes in the left buttock."  I bent him over the arm of the couch and
tugged his shorts down enough to bare his bottom.  I drew the first
medication to the correct line on the hypodermic needle and cleaned a spot
on his left cheek with the alcohol wipe.  Before he could look back and
check it out, I had stuck him and plunged the liquid into his gluteus
maximus.

"Wow!" he remarked, "I hardly felt anything!"  I had him stand up and I
pulled his shorts down below his knees.

"The next one goes into your thigh muscle."  Again, I swabbed s spot on his
thigh and got it over as soon as possible.  He only flinched a bit.

"That one stung a little when the stuff went in," he said.  I pushed his
shorts all the way down and had him step out of them.  I needed access to
his inner thighs for the next procedure.  I needed to rub a cream laced
with testosterone into his inner thigh, close to his crotch.  I kicked his
feet farther apart to allow me room.  I was supposed to wear rubber gloves
to do this, due to the exposure to testosterone, but I figured it couldn't
hurt to get a little dose myself.  I dispensed the right amount into my
hand and proceeded to rub it into the lily white skin on the inside of his
thighs.  I made sure my hand brushed up against the cotton covered pouch of
his briefs.  I could see movement in the front of his underwear.

"Looks like someone woke up!" I exclaimed.  Mitch looked down at the
obscene tent that had formed in his underwear and laughed.

"He can't help it," he explained, "He's only human!"  On my next circuit my
hand landed right on top of the lump in his briefs.  He immediately stared
humping my hand.  Of course, I had hoped it would come to this, based on
our previous encounter, but this time Mitch seemed to be taking the lead.  He
pushed his underwear down and off and allowed me complete access to his
nude body.  I continued my stroking of his thighs on the pretense of
rubbing the testosterone cream into them, but now let my slick hands wander
over his smooth genitals.  I cupped his immature ball sack and encircled
his erect penis with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand.  They
overlapped quite a bit, but I still was able to stroke him.  He raised his
butt off the couch to meet my strokes.

A thought broke through the haze of sexual bliss; I was supposed to measure
and photograph him!  I abruptly stopped what I was doing and went to the
fridge to retrieve the clipboard, a tape measure, and the digital camera.

"I should have done this before, when you were not aroused, but we'll have
to work backwards today."   I stood him up and began to go through the list
of measurements on the chart.  Height, waist and neck size, plus others
were duly measured and noted.  Then it asked for penis length and
circumference, both flaccid and erect.  I could only do erect right now.  I
took him into the bathroom and put him on the scale to get his weight.  We
both pee'd and washed our hands.   When I had completed all I could, we
went back to the couch.

"What am I supposed to do about this?" he asked as he thrust his hard penis
out to get my attention.  I sure got my attention.  It was a perfect little
hairless dick.  A little small, but perfectly proportioned and extremely
suckable.

"What would you like to do with it?" I asked.

"I think I'd like you to rub it or maybe even suck it for me so it will go
down," he said.

I sat on the couch and guided him to a standing position between my
knees.  Wasting
no time, I bent down a little and took his entire peter into my mouth,
right down to the root.  I stayed down there and battled the little prong
with my tongue, circling it was many times as I could before backing off to
the tip.  He wanted to thrust back in immediately.  I don't know if the
testosterone was kicking in or if it was just a natural reflex, but I let
him push all the way back in.  He tasted so good and his soft, silky skin
was a treat for my mouth.  Yet there was that prepubescent hardness just
under the surface that signaled his arousal.  I could sense that he wanted
to get to the main event as soon as possible, after all the stimulation he
had been through, so I let him control the pace.   I just provided all the
stimulation I could.  Soon he was humping my mouth like a champ.  I grabbed
onto his butt cheeks for support and let my fingers seek refuge in the
crevice between them.  Lacking lube, all I could do was lightly skim over
his rosebud.  He gasped when I did and seemed to pick up his pace.

I let him continue while I provided the warm moist cavity for his pleasure.
It wasn't long until I felt him twitch ad his head swelled a bit in my
mouth.  What followed was an almost dry orgasm.  I tasted the tiniest bit
of saltiness as he moaned and squirmed his way through his ecstasy.  I
pulled off when he seemed to be getting too sensitive and sat him down on
the couch beside me.  His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.

"No," he answered to my surprise, "That was what I NEEDED."  He leaned over
against me and cuddled up to my arm.

"You know," I said, "These treatments are all well and good, but I've
always heard that the best way to get the hormones you need for development
is to drink them from the source."

"You mean...?" he asked while nodding toward the bulge in my crotch.

"Yup," I answered, "The more cum you eat, the faster you will mature."  He
reached for my crotch.

Just as he did, I heard a knock on the door from the garage, followed by
someone calling my name.

"Mike," Donny hollered, "There's someone here to see you!"  Oh shit, what
terrible timing.  I got up, signaled for Mitch to wait right there for me
and went to see what was up.  Donny had just yelled through the partially
open door, so I opened it and went out to see who was there.  It was Meg,
looking very confused.

She came over and whispered in my ear.

"You said I could come over any time I wanted to, you know," she said.  I
understood.  She was horny and wanted to get fucked.  I was in no position
to right at that moment, with Mitch waiting for me inside.

"Wait right here, honey," I said.  I pulled Donny aside and spoke to him.

"Donny, Meg and I have a little arrangement going on here.  When she feels
horny, she knows she can come over here to get satisfied with no strings
attached.  So far, it has worked out great, but today I am indisposed.  Would
you be willing to substitute for me?"

"And fuck Meg?" he asked incredulously.

"Exactly," I answered.

"Hell, yeah," he said, "As long as she doesn't mind."  I went back to Meg
and bent down to speak to her.

"Meg, I can't really help you right now, I'm doing something to help out a
friend right now," I explained.  "Would you mind if Donny took my place
today?"  She looked over at Donny and her face got a little red.

"I wouldn't mind, if it's OK with him," she said.

"Great!"  I said, "Come with me."  I closed the garage door, shut out the
lights and led the two youngsters into the house.  "You can even use my
bed."  I threw the covers back and patted a place for them.  When I turned
around, Meg already had pulled her sundress off and was standing there
totally nude.  When Donny saw it, he was out of his clothes in a flash.

"Wow!" Donny said, "You are so cute!"  He went over to her and began to
stroke her budding chest.  She reached down and took his rapidly inflating
cock into her hand.  They would do just fine.  I closed the door and went
back to my patient.

Mitch was still sitting on the couch and I noticed his erection had gone
down.  I grabbed the tape measure and took measurements before he could
bone up again.

"Can I do you now?" he asked.  I kicked off my flip flops, tore off my
shirt and dropped my shorts.  I sat on the couch and he knelt between my
legs.  My semi soft dick was on display.  Mitch sucked it into his mouth
and let it harden up there.  He tried to mimic what I had done to him, but
that was impossible.

"Just do what you can handle, Mitch," I said.  He backed off from trying to
swallow the whole thing and settled into pleasuring me the best way he knew
how.  That was just fine with me.  I gave him free reign to do whatever he
wanted.  Hey, what more could I ask, my dick was being sucked!  He was
doing a great job!  He kept trying to look up to me for encouragement, but
I had my eyes closed most of the time.  Once, he even pulled off to check
with me.

"Am I doing all right?" he asked.

"You're doing great!" I said and I pulled his head back to my crotch.  He
got back into it with a new enthusiasm.

"Get ready, Mitch," I said as I felt the tension building.  "Don't lose any
of it."  He seemed to seal his lips tighter around my swelling dick as I
felt the tide rushing through my body.  Soon I pumped out a fantastic load
and Mitch struggled to get it all down.  He had to swallow a couple of
times.  I showed him how to milk the last few drops out by hand and he
eagerly licked them off.

"You're going to catch up with those other boys in no time!" I announced.

"I hope so, I'm tired of being called a baby," he said.

"Do you want to see something neat?" I asked.

"Sure!" he said.  I grabbed him by the hand and led him to my master
bedroom door.  I opened it a crack and we had a good shot of Donny and Meg.
Donny was feasting on her crotch and Meg was writhing and squealing on her
back.

"Come on, Donny!" she begged, "Fuck me now!"  Donny raced up onto the bed
and positioned himself at her entrance.  I had Mitch right where he could
see everything.  Donny pushed and slipped inside of Meg.  Nature took over
and they fucked like rabbits.  I quietly closed the door and we tiptoed
back to the guest suite.

"I've never seen anything like that before," he said.  "It was cool when it
put his dick in her!"

"I think she liked it, too," I said.

I helped Mitch get dressed and put the supplies away for next time.