Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2015 23:00:09 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 12

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Now, with this chapter: back to our regular scheduled fantasy...

I was just thinking about going inside for some lunch.  I still had
yesterday's session with Meg on my mind.  There were vivid pictures being
played back in my memory.

I recalled how we had fallen into that drowsy, sex-induced state and dozed
off for a few minutes before I woke up with a start!  At first, I couldn't
figure out where I was and why I had this little naked girl lying on top of
me.  I craned my neck to get a look at her and saw a little drool leaking
from the corner of her mouth as she slept.  She looked so peaceful, yet I
had to disturb her.  I had to go to the bathroom really bad!

I extricated myself from under her without waking her up and lay her on her
back on the bed.  I marveled at the lines and symmetry of her form and the
beauty of her young body.  I particularly loved seeing the rise of her
pubic mound and the small hairless slit of her vagina.  I hate that word,
but didn't want to vulgarize that thought with anything less.

I forced my half hard dick down to pee into the toilet, washed my hands and
wet a large washcloth with warm water.  I went back to the bed and began by
cleaning spots of cum off Meg's body.  Then I wiped the vestiges of lube
from her crotch.  By this time she was stirring.  She looked up at me
through eyes struggling to adjust to the light.

"What are you doing?" she asked.   I continued wiping her inner thighs and
ran the washcloth between her legs and up through the valley of her pussy.

"I'm just cleaning you up a little bit," I said.  "We can't have you going
home looking and smelling like you just had sex, can we?"  She grinned and
shook her head.  She took the washcloth from me and finished the job.  Then
she reached for me and rand the washcloth over my dick and balls.  It was
getting a little cold by then, but it felt good and Mr. Happy responded by
raising his head to say thanks.

When Meg noticed I was getting hard, she pulled me over to the bed and slid
her lips over the end of my dick.  I instantly hardened to full mast and
she began to give me a thorough and practiced blow job.  I mean, this was
no little girl, first attempt, sloppy and awkward, blow job!  She went at
it like a pro and, in no time, I was ready.  I was caught by surprise and
didn't have a chance to warn her, other than to mutter some unintelligible
grunts and moans.  I think she understood and she doubled her efforts.  I
let loose, emptying myself into her mouth.  To her credit, she didn't lose
a drop, but swallowed it down.  When she was satisfied that she got it all
and I was obviously spent, she let me drop, deflated, from her mouth.

"How was that?" she asked, looking up at me for approval.

"That was nothing short of wonderful!" I answered.  "Have you been
practicing?"

"I did it with Tyler and one of his friends after you showed me what to
do," she admitted.  "I've also been thinking about it a lot and saw some
videos of the computer."

"Well you have come a long way!" I said.  "Now we both have to get dressed
and out of here before anyone catches on to what we've been doing!  I don't
suppose I have to tell you to keep this our little secret, right?"

"I'm not telling anybody," she said.  "Well, nobody that could get you or
me into trouble, anyways.  I kinda have to tell Laura, though.  Is that all
right?"

"Yes, I suppose it would be," I said.  "After all, she's been involved in
this, too."  I handed her the shirt and shorts that had been so quickly
discarded and thrown on the floor and slipped my own shirt and shorts on.  I
dropped the washcloth back into the bathroom sink and walked out to the
garage, hand in hand with Meg.  I held up her bike, flipped up the
kickstand and let her mount up and ride off down the street.

I shook my head and grinned as I remembered the details of our encounter.  Who
would have ever thought these developments would have taken place?  All
because of the bicycle being out of adjustment.  It had opened up into a
whole different world for me; way different from my solitary existence.

Today was a new day.  I went about my self-imposed task schedule with a new
smile on my face.  My steps seemed lighter and I found myself halted at
times and standing there, engaged in playing out the events of the recent
past.  Then I would grin like a school boy, shake it off, and get back to
the task at hand.

So, as I said, I was about to knock off for lunch when I heard some tapping
on my closed overhead door.  I hit the button and the door went up.  There
stood Tyler, his bike, and another kid about his age, and his bike.  They
both wheeled their bikes into the shop and Tyler smiled up at me.

"Hi, Mike the bike guy!" he said.

"Hi, Tyler," I responded.  "Who is your friend?"

"This is Donny," he told me, "and this is Donny's bike."  He presented
Donny and then Donny's bike with a swoosh of his hand, like Vanna White.  I
found neither one of them that impressive.  Donny was unremarkable, short,
swarthy and dressed poorly.  His bike was old, tired, and not well
maintained.  It was, however, a classic.

"Where did you find this bike?" I asked.  "I haven't seen one of these
since the 70's!"  It was the classic banana seated low rider bike.  A
perfect fit for Donny.  Well, maybe a perfect fit for his personality, but
not his body.  It looked like it was set up for an eight year old.

"It was my Dad's," he said.  "I got it when he moved out."  I looked it
over carefully.  The vinyl was in good shape, no cracks or rips.  The paint
was a little chalky and dirty, but looked like it could be brought back.  The
chrome wasn't bad; just needed polishing.  It's the oily bits that made the
bike look grungy.  There were years of dust and debris on the chain,
sprockets, and hubs.

"OK," I announced.  "Take this one outside."  I led them out to the side of
the garage and I set the bike on its kickstand in the bright sun.

"When it warms up, I'll spray stuff on it to remove the dirt and grease," I
explained.  I led them back into the garage.

"Can you check mine again Mike?" Tyler asked.  I double checked the seat
and handlebar fasteners and noticed the rear brake lever needed to be
adjusted.  I re-aligned the rubber pads and adjusted the cable length until
it felt right.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Well, since you asked..." He looked a little embarrassed to speak what was
on his mind.  "Could you show Donny how to, you know, give a blow job?"  He
looked relieved to get that out and color returned to his face.

I looked right at Donny.

"So, you've never given a blow job?" I asked.

"No sir," he admitted.  "I've gotten them, but never returned the favor."

"Did Tyler do you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.  "And he did much better after you showed him how!"

"OK," I said.  "I'll do you and show you how I do it and then you can do
Tyler and I'll coach you.  Will that work for you?

"Yeah, that'll work!" he said.  I could see the start of a rise in both
boys' shorts.  Donny was shorter than Tyler and had a stockier build.  He
also seemed further along in his development.  I could almost see the
shadow of a mustache under his nose.

I sat down on my roller seat, lowered it to its lowest position and rolled
over to where Donny was standing.  I grabbed both his shorts and his briefs
on each side of his hips and lowered them unceremoniously to the ground.  He
stepped out of them and I came face to face with his erect penis.  It
wasn't as long as Tyler's, but thicker.  I could make out a few dark hairs
around the base.  I liked that he was circumcised and clean down there.  Though
his looks were a little rough around the edges, he was no slouch in the
personal hygiene area.  I could smell only soap and shampoo.

I encircled his balls with one hand and pulled him to me.  I opened my
mouth wide and took him all the way in before I closed my lips around his
stout little stalk.  I slid my lips back up to the head and did that again.
He gasped and reflexively thrust his hips toward me.  I let go of his balls
and held his hips to restrict his movement.  The next time I came up, I
used my tongue to bathe his head.  I swirled it around and around and he
moaned even loader.  Down I went, right to the root.  His dick fit so well
in my mouth and didn't even trigger a gag reflex.  I was truly enjoying
this, as was Donny.   His hands on ly head and began to rock back and for
the.  I let him have control and fuck my face.  I just did whatever I could
on each rise and fall to provide maximum pleasure.

It seemed to be working, as he started to rise up on his toes, too.  Tyler
was now backing him up, holding him by the shoulders.  I heard his
breathing increase and his thrusting stared becoming more urgent.

"Oh, here it comes!" he gasped.  About two more strokes and I felt his dick
throb and pulse, followed by a respectable load.  I kept him in my mouth
until he was down and then sucked like a vacuum to get the last drops.  By
that time, he was getting too sensitive and quickly pulled back and out of
my mouth.

"How was that?" Tyler asked Donny.  Donny could only nod his head.  "I told
you he was good!"

"That was fucking awesome!" he exclaimed.  "The best ever!  I see where you
got your skills from."

"Are you ready to try Tyler?" I asked.

"Give me a minute," he requested.

"OK, let's do your bike while you recover," I suggested.  We went back
outside and this time I was armed with a spray can of heavy duty grease
cutter.  The bike was warm from the sun and the foamy spray coated all the
grease laden parts.

"Now wheel it over to that pad and spray it off," I instructed.  By the
time Donny got the bike there, Tyler was standing at the ready with the
hose.  The nozzle was set on stream and he hit it full force.  The grease
and dirt melted away and revealed shiny parts underneath.  When the grease
was mostly removed, I handed them a bucket of warm sudsy car wash solution
to do the whole bike.  I left them to it and went back into the garage.

I could hear them laughing and carrying on and water splashing.  I had a
good idea of what was going on.  Sure enough, I looked out the window and
witness a full on water fight.  They were both soaked, but the bike still
had suds on it.

"Rinse that bike off and get your sorry wet butts in here!" I ordered.  They
turned the nozzle on the bike and rinsed all the soap off.

"Leave it there to dry," I said.  As they came into the garage, I closed
the door to the air conditioned space.  They were shivering and lips were
turning blue.

"Now strip those wet clothes off," I said.

"Right here?" Tyler complained.

"Yes, right there," I admonished.  "I don't want you dripping your way into
the house."  They stripped off their meager outfits and I scooped up the
clothes and put them in the dryer in the laundry room.  I picked up some
freshly washed towels that were folded and lying on the counter and brought
them to the two drowned rats in the garage.

I wrapped a towel around Donny and then turned my attention to Tyler.  I
dried him from top to bottom as he did the same to Donny.  When they were
sufficiently dry, I invited them into the house.  I led them to the family
room and had Tyler sit on the couch.  I positioned Donny on his knees in
front of Tyler.  Ty was already hard, so it wasn't difficult for Donny to
get the picture.  He leaned in and licked the head of Tyler's dick.  He
looked like he was not put off by the taste, so he tried it a few more
times, getting more adventurous with each swipe of his tongue.  Eventually,
he ended up with Tyler's dick in his mouth.  Whether he went down on it or
Tyler thrust up into his mouth, we'll never know.  Whatever happened, Donny
now had a mouthful of Tyler's dick and was going to town on it.  He seemed
to have picked up on my and Tyler's lessons and began working it.  I could
see Tyler's obvious pleasure at being handled so well.  Donny scooched back
and raised his ass in the air.

"You can fuck me if you want," he said rather perfunctorily.  I must have
looked astonished by his statement, and Tyler chuckled a little.

"It's OK," he said.  "He's done it hundreds of times.  His father and his
uncle were doing it to him for years.  That's why his Dad got thrown out of
the house."

"Donny, are you sure it's OK with you?"  I asked.  He mumbled and nodded
his head, his mouth still full of Tyler's hard dick.

"He wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it," Tyler answered.  "He likes
it now; he's always liked it.  He just didn't like to be forced to do it."

I went to the bedroom and got my tube of lube.  I knelt behind Donny and
ran a fingerful of the slippery stuff up his crack and into his wrinkled
pucker.  It was open and welcoming.  "What the hell," I thought, and lined
up my hard dick with his slippery entrance.  I felt little resistance and
soon bottomed out.  It had an energizing effect on Donny and he turned up
the amps on the blow job he was giving Tyler as well as gyrated his tail
section to meet my thrusts.  Here was one pure sexual animal.  He may not
be much to look at, but he sure knows how to have fun!

"Oh, Jeez!" Tyler whined.  "I'm getting close!"  Donny slowed his frantic
pace and slowly raised and lowered his lips along the length of Tyler's
organ.  That drove Tyler nuts!

"Oh, shit Donny!" he sputtered.  "Go faster!"  Donny knew he was teasing
him, but did as he was told and was eventually rewarded with Tyler's load.  I
pushed deeper and deeper with each of Tyler's grunts and moans and soon was
matching him grunt for grunt.  I felt that electric charge start in my gut
and travel straight to my groin.  The buildup of pressure was
excruciatingly painful and pleasurable at the same time.  The release of
the pressure resulted in at least seven blasts of semen into Donny's
willing hole.  I don't know how much Tyler shot into his mouth, because he
swallowed every last bit.

I pulled out, stood up, and put my shorts back on.  I left the two boys
there to sort themselves out and get their breath back.  I went to the
laundry room and retrieved their dry clothes from the dryer.  I brought
them to the family room and threw them on the couch.

"Better get dressed now," I said.  "Donny, can you leave your bike with me
until tomorrow?"

"Sure," he said as he pulled up his shorts.  "Can I come by tomorrow
afternoon for it?"

"That would be perfect," I said.