Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 09:08:08 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 21

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I knew Tyler was standing there with a hard dick in his pants, but I had
just had sex with Natalie and was satisfied for the moment.   Besides, my
dick was strangely sore.  It had been a rather rough fuck, and there was
something strangely familiar about the feeling I had.  It was like I had
dipped my wick into something caustic.  I really should have showered
afterward, if I'd had the time.  I tend to have very sensitive skin and I
had the feeling that Natalie's unused snatch had been a bit acidic.  That,
coupled with the fast and furious fuck, had left my pecker feeling rather
raw.  I hadn't taken the chance to taste her, or I'm sure I would have
found a certain tanginess that would have tipped me off.  I remember having
that same experience with my wife.

I shook those thoughts off and focused on the boy in front of me.  I could
identify with his dilemma; being caught by surprise with a dick that got
hard at any possible provocation.  I didn't want him to leave unsatisfied,
but I also didn't feel like engaging in any prolonged sex play.  Then, I
got an idea.

"Hey Tyler, have you ever used a Fleshlight?" I asked.  He looked at me
funny.

"Sure, I've used a flashlight before," he stated, "when I was in the
Scouts." He obviously wasn't familiar with the masturbatory aids that were
made in the general shape of flashlights, but housed an anatomical
representation of a very fuckable orifice made of a resilient and supple
polymer compound.  I had a few, and had found them to be an acceptable
substitute when I tired of using my hands.  Luckily, I kept them stashed in
an upper cabinet here in the garage, along with a selection of lubes.

"Not a flashlight like you would use in the dark," I explained.  "A
Fleshlight, like this."  I pulled one out of the cabinet and took the top
cover off to expose the pink insert lining it with a hole in the middle.  "Feel
it."

Tyler pressed on the material and felt its texture.  "What's the hole for?"


"That's where you put your hard dick," I said.  He looked surprised.  I
dripped a little lube into the orifice.  "Now slide your finger in there,"
I instructed.  He did and got this look of wonder on his face.  I think the
tent in his pants got bigger, too!

"Oh, it's slick and there's bumps and stuff inside!" he observed.  I had
some concerns that his little dick would get much out of this one, so I put
it back on the shelf and reached for one I knew was tighter to accommodate
his smaller penis.  This one had a clear insert that was more tailored and
tight.

"Step over here, boy," I said and directed him to stand in front of me as I
sat on the swivel chair in front of my computer.  I relieved him of his
pants and underwear and had him back up to me.  I dribbled a bit of lube on
his cock and rubbed the slippery stuff along its length.  This particular
lube was made for this and had some herbal compounds in it that were
stimulating, but not too noticeable at first.  I dripped some onto the
Fleshlight and ran my finger around the top of it and into the orifice.  With
my left hand on Tyler's butt and my right hand holding the Fleshlight,  I
directed it to his hard spike.  He moaned as I slid it down over his dick
and let it bottom out on his sparse pubes.  I let him get used to it for
just a second before I twisted it some and pulled it slowly back to where
just the tip of his dick was enveloped in the pseudo-pussy.  His automatic
reaction was to try to thrust back into it and he rose up on his toes in
the effort to do just that.  I let him do it while I held the device still,
then I exerted downward pressure, allowing him to settle back on his heels.

"Ooh, that feels good!" he said.  He failed to notice that the garage door
was still open and, if anyone looked closely enough, we could be seen.
Luckily,
there wasn't any traffic going by and we were in the back corner of the
garage by my desk.  He didn't seem to be bothered by it and, if anything,
it added to the excitement of the moment.  Sometimes I wish we could add
pictures to Nifty, but then I realized I would not wish to compromise my
anonymity.  I already use a fake name, a fake email address, and a fake
picture on my profile; why would I want to add pictures that could be
identifiable?

I got back to the work at hand.  I let him settle in and began to work the
Fleshlight over his swollen dick.  I did it in the manner I liked to do it.
I varied the speed and twisted it a bit at times, like I would like to have
a tongue swirl around the head of my dick.  That always brought me extra
pleasure and Tyler's moans relayed that he did, too.  It seemed to be
working for him, too.

"How's that, Ty? I asked.  He sucked in a breath and tried to speak.

"It' nice..." He managed.  "Can I cum in this thing, Mike?"

"Is that what you want to do?" I asked.  I don't think he was going to have
much choice in the matter.  I toyed with the idea of finishing him off my
hand and watching him squirt his cum, but I carried on with the Fleshlight.
I knew he was very close.

"Uh huh," he said dreamily.

He had also nodded his head to signify his desire to keep fucking the
device and I was pleased to be able to bring him to orgasm yet again.  I
shifted into high gear and began a rapid up and down motion on him.  He
grunted and I could see his stomach muscles tighten, an obvious sign of an
impending explosion.  When he put one hand on my shoulder and the other on
the desk to steady himself, I knew it was just about over.  With a few
grunts, sighs, and whimpers, I felt his butt cheeks clench and almost heard
him spew his load into the vinyl recesses of the device.  It was a hollow
tube that would easily contain his offering.  I slowed my strokes down
until I felt him flinch, signifying that the deed was done and he had
become sensitive, as we all do after ejaculation.

I allowed him to lean back against me while he recovered and I slowly
retracted the machine from his now deflated dickie.  It plopped out, all
shiny from the lube, and had a drop of cum dangling from it.  I carefully
set the Fleshlight down on the desk horizontally, being careful not to let
its contents drip out.   I reached out and dabbed that last drop from the
end of his dick and placed it on my tongue.  It had a sweet taste and then
I remembered that it was the lube that tasted sweet.  It has some sort of
additive that makes it taste that way.

I steadied Tyler as he slipped his underwear and pants back on.

"So, how was that?" I asked.

"It was awesome!" he replied.  "How can I get one of those?"

"You can use mime any time," I said, "but if you want your own to use in
the privacy of your own home, I'd have to order it for you."  I wrote down
the web site address and gave it to him.  "If you see one you like, let me
know."

"Great!" he said.  "I think it would be better than rosy palm and her five
daughters!"

"Speaking of that," I interjected, "try to keep your hands off it until you
come over tomorrow afternoon for the Susan thing, OK?  And don't forget the
pill!"

"Will do," he agreed.  "I'll see you then."  With that, he was gone and
riding down the street.  I closed the garage door, eager to get a shower to
wash off my privates.  My dick was starting to itch.

But, first things first.  I remembered the Fleshlight lying on the bench
with a teen load in it.  I would take it into the shower with me to clean
it.  I always keep them clean.  Before that, however, I needed to drain it
of its contents.  I upended it over my open mouth and let Tyler's watery
load drain from it.  I didn't mind the sweet taste from the lube.  In fact,
it made it go down easier.  Now I was ready for my shower.