Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 23:16:28 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 19

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I suddenly felt self-conscious standing nude in the middle of my garage.  I
had a quick flash of worry that my wife would catch me naked, forgetting
that she was gone.  I still delayed my dressing long enough to watch Susan
put her shirt, thong and shorts on.  I marveled at the beauty of her young
and supple body.  I just loved the sprinkling of freckles across her chest
and onto her breasts.  After she dressed, I pulled my ratty shorts and t
shirt on and opened the door.  I handed her the bag with the dildo and lube.

"Try this in the meantime," I said.  "Stop if it hurts you and make sure
you keep it clean."  She tucked the bag under the carrier strap on the back
of her bike.

"Thanks, Mike," she said over her shoulder, "and don't forget to set up
that other thing."

Oh yeah, like I would forget to set up a session where she gets fucked up
the ass for the first time!  I had something in mind, but it might take
some delicate maneuvering to get it accomplished.  I didn't want to blow
this chance.  As I picked up where I left off on my project, I began
hatching a plan to help Susan get what she wanted.  I might be able to
satisfy someone else's wishes along the way.  I had no plans to do it
myself; in fact, I needed a couple days' rest from this pace.  It's not
easy doing all those bike repairs!

Despite checking the open door or window several times each minute, I
didn't have any young visitors for two days.  It may have been a school
thing or something else.  I just don't keep track of those things.  My wife
used to know all of it when she was a teacher.  She knew when they had days
of for this and that and when all the holidays were.  I didn't.  It just
didn't matter to me.  Still, I was curious as to where all the little
rascals had been.

It gave me a chance to get caught up.  I finished the projects at hand and
straightened out the shop.  I even ventured into the house and cleaned it
up a bit.  There really wasn't much mess, what with me just living there by
myself, but I wanted it to look presentable in case I did have some company.
If things worked out the way I was hoping, I'd have some visitors soon.


I cleaned the kitchen and was vacuuming the foyer when the doorbell rang
for the first time in two days.  At first, I had recall what that sound
was, and then, figure out what to do about it.  Oh yeah, I needed to answer
the door!

I opened the door and saw Tyler.  He looked fresh and clean, dressed in his
school clothes, I guess.  I had only seen him in t shirts, shorts, and flip
flops before.  Now he had jeans, a button shirt, and sneakers on.  His hair
was combed and he looked like he should have been selling magazine
subscriptions door-to-door.

"Hi, Tyler," I said and extended my hand to shake his.  "What brings you to
my place?"  I motioned for him to come in with a wave of my hand and
watched as he stepped over the threshold into my newly cleaned abode.

"I just missed seeing you, actually," he said.  He stepped forward into my
personal space and planted a kiss on my lips.  I was more than surprised.  In
fact, I kind of forgot to kiss back.  He stepped back.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked.  "I guess I shouldn't have done that..."
He hung his head and I could tell his feelings were hurt.

"No, no," I explained, "Nothing's wrong, in fact, that was wonderful!  You
just caught me by surprise!"  I pulled him into my arms and kissed him
properly.  I've never really been one for kissing and making out, even with
my wife, but this felt right.

Tyler returned my embrace and got into it.  He pressed his body into mine
and I felt his hard rod between us.  No doubt he felt mine, too.  He looked
into my eyes.

"Can I return the favor?" he said.

"What favor?" I asked, trying to recall.

"You know," he said, "When Susan and her mother were here and I boned up so
hard!"

"Oh, that!" I chucked.  "I could tell you were about to burst at the seams!"

"So, can I?" he asked again.

"Can you what?" I asked back, playing dumb.  I was hoping to elicit a
response from him.

"You know!" he said as he glanced down at my crotch.

"Go ahead, Tyler," I coached.  "Say it."  He let out a sigh and screwed up
his courage.

"Can I please suck your cock, Mike, the bike guy?"

"Sure!" I responded.  "Where would you like to accomplish said deed?"

"Can we go in the family room?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "Anywhere you would like. You're in charge now."  Tyler
took the lead and led me into the family room and placed me strategically
in front of my favorite chair.  He knelt before me and pulled down my
shorts and briefs.  Along with my sandals, he placed my clothes in a pile
next to the chair.

"Aren't you going to get more comfortable?" I asked.

"Naw," he replied, "I'll be all right."

"But I don't want you to mess up your school clothes," I reminded him.  The
light went on and he proceeded to strip his clothes off and fold them
carefully.  Looking at his naked form got me boned up to the max.  He left
me standing and pulled my cock down to his mouth level.

"I've been thinking about this for days," he admitted.  He wasted no time
taking me into his mouth as far as he could.  When he gagged a little, he
let up just a bit, but kept me in his mouth.

"That's nice, Tyler," I said.  "Now move your tongue around a bit
more."  Remembering
that he was still the student, he did as he was told.  It felt so good to
have someone so intent on pleasing me.  I placed my hands on his head and
moved it back and forth as he sucked and licked.

I looked down and watched this boy take my dick into his mouth again and
again.  What a hot scene!  I wished I hadn't left my camera in the garage!  I
tapped Tyler on the shoulder and signaled him that I wanted to sit down.  As
I sunk into the chair, he sunk his head back into my lap without missing a
beat.  I spread my legs wide and he took my balls into his hand.  He gently
ran his fingertips over them, which brought me to another plateau of
pleasure.

He kept at it until I felt I needed to warn him of the impending result of
is efforts.

"Tyler, I'm going to cum soon," I announced.  He nodded his head and
redoubled his efforts.  Oh, man!  This was going to be a gusher!  I could
feel it building from somewhere deep inside and I concentrated all my
thoughts and feelings on what was happening to my dick.  Something clenched
deep inside and the feelings became intense.  I stiffened and drove my dick
into his mouth and delivered the goods.  Tyler choked a little, but when he
realized what was going on, he swallowed to make room for more.  I shot and
shot.  After the last discernable dribble, Tyler backed off and squeezed
the length of my cock, forcing it to give up one more drop.  He licked that
one off and looked up at me with a satisfied grin.

"How was that?" he asked.  I couldn't answer in the state I was in.  Here I
was, just having blown my load into the mouth of a twelve year old boy who
asked if he could blow me!  When my composure returned I replied.

"I think you just passed the pop quiz!" I said.  "100 %!"

I reached for him, but he batted my hand away.

"No, you don't have to do anything for me," he said, "I wanted to do this
just for you, to thank you for all you've done for us kids."

"Gee, I just fixed a couple bikes!" I said with a smirk on my face.

"You've done more than that, Mike," he said.  He stood before me naked and
bold.  "You showed us that you cared.  If you would notice, there aren't a
lot of father figures around here.  Meg, Susan, Paula, Donny, and I are all
being raised just by our Moms.  Our Dads are long gone."

"So, what does that make me?" I asked.

"You're the closest thing we have to a Dad," he said.  "Not just fixing our
bikes, but showing us stuff and answering our questions."

"Yeah, but a Dad shouldn't let his son blow him," I said, "and a Dad
shouldn't be introducing his daughters to sex!"

"Well, that's the good part about it, don't you see?" he argued.  "You're
like our Dad without all the bad parental stuff; you are a good teacher,
too."  I had to ponder that for a while.  During the silence, Tyler got
dressed, and so did I.

"I suppose I am," I thought out loud.  "How would you like to help me teach
someone something?"

"Sure," he said.  "I'd be glad to help.  I sat him down and told him of
Susan's wish to learn about anal sex, and my reservations about using my
adult cock on her for the first time.

"Do you think you can do it for me?" I asked.  "I mean, you've had practice
with Donny and you don't seem to have the hang-ups I have about anal sex."  He
went strangely silent and I saw him adjust his dick in his pants.

"I think I can do it, but what makes you think she'll let me?" he
asked.  "After
all, I'm just a kid she used to babysit!"

"Let me take care of that part," I said.  "Would you like to do it?"

"Like to; I'd love to!" he exclaimed.  "I've wanted to fuck her as long as
I can remember!  My first jerk off was all about Susan!"

"Do you think you can hold of and not cum before you do the deed?" I asked.


"I don't know," he said thoughtfully.  "I might need to have some sort of
release before."

"Do you need some sort of release right now?" I asked.  I had noticed the
tent pole in his pants.

"Hell, yes!" he said.  He quickly abandoned his noble thoughts of no
reciprocation and dropped his pants to his ankles.  I sat him on the chair
and buried my face in his lap.  I sucked like there was no tomorrow, using
every trick in the book.  He was already on edge from talking about Susan,
so it didn't take him long to start quivering and moaning.  Before five
minutes was up, he was spewing his watery jizz into my mouth.  I swallowed
it eagerly.

"What if I can get Susan to do that for you before you fuck her in the
butt?" I proposed.  "Would that work for you?

"Oh yeah!" he panted.  His dick was still hard as a rock.  "That would be
sweet!"