Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2015 09:35:34 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 26

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It's been a while since I added a chapter, but I've been so busy.  Between
my projects, the new bike repair thing, and the visits from the kids in the
neighborhood, I've hardly had time to breathe, much less write.  I can't
believe how this bike thing has taken off.  It started with Meg's bike and
just mushroomed.  I have complete strangers coming to the house now to drop
off their kids' bikes.  I never intended it to be like this.

Ever since I told Meg she could come over any time she was horny, she has
taken me at my word.  She drops by several times a week to get her jollies,
one way or another.  I'm not complaining; I have a soft spot for her.  I
have a hard spot for her, too!  Whether it's a quickie in the garage or a
full-on session in the bedroom, I am always left in awe of the sexuality of
this tween.  Lately, she has been perfecting her oral skills.  It's great
when you train them yourself!  She knows just how to get me off.  Usually,
it's with my face buried in her hairless crotch.

This morning was cool and the air was clear and clean.  Good day to open
the garage overhead door and the back door for some cross-ventilation.  I
picked up a bike stand on Craigslist so I don't have to do all the bike
work on the floor.  It so much easier to clamp the frame in it and have the
bike at chest level.

I was working on an old Raleigh three speed English bike when I saw Tyler
at the back door, motioning me over.

"Mike, can I ask you a question?" he said.  I went toward the back door and
saw that he had one hand out of sight.  As I got closer, the object in his
hand revealed itself.  It was Susan's hand!  She was standing right outside
the door.  And they were holding hands!  How cute!

"What is it Tyler?" I asked.

"Susan and I need a place to, you know; to be alone," he stammered.  I
understood immediately.  They needed a place to fuck.

"Sure," I said.  "Just stash your bikes out of sight behind the house and
go in the house.  Feel free to go wherever you want, but don't be surprised
if I end up joining you.  And don't make a mess!"

"Thanks, Mike!"  They disappeared and went about their business.  I went
back to work trying to salvage this relic of a bike.  Everything was rusty
and uncooperative.  As I worked, I felt like I was being watched.

When I looked up I saw a kid standing there.  It was Mitch from across the
street, without his witchy woman mother.

"Hey Mitch!" I said.  I think I scared him with my enthusiastic greeting.  He
jumped back and almost fell over his bike.

"H,H, Hi Mike" he managed to get out.

"I didn't mean to scare you, Mitch," I assured him.  I held out my hand and
he put his little hand in mine and gave it a shake.  He relaxed a bit and
even cracked a small smile.

"What's up?"

"I think my seat slipped back down a little," he said.

"Bring your bike in, Mitch" I directed.  I could tell from looking at it
that it had let loose and slid down.  It had one of those flip over can
locks on it and they can be tough to get right.  I played on the up and up
last time he was here because his bitch of a mother was hanging over the
scene, but he was alone today.

"Where's your Mom today?" I asked.

"She had to go to the hairdresser, so she told me I could come over by
myself," he proudly said.  I was just happy she was out of the way.

"Come over here, Mitch," I said.  I took the tape measure and prepared to
measure his leg length.  I was going to get my hand in his crotch one way
or another.  I stood him still and made him spread his feet slightly.  I
held the tape at his sneaker sole and raised the body of the tape until I
felt the material of his baggy shorts.  Then I went a little further until
I could feel his little jewels against the back of my hand.  No resistance.


Reluctantly, I went to his bike and measured the distance from the seat to
the pedal in full extension.  I don't really know the significance of that
procedure, other than allowing me to touch these young kids.  I went back
to Mitch and fumbled through the measurement process again.  I swear that
there was some growth in those shorts since the first time.  I let my hand
linger longer at the front of his shorts and definitely felt a hard
protuberance there.

I flipped the seat adjustment lever open and pulled the seat all the way
out.  I sprayed the shaft and tube with brake cleaner to make sure there
was no grease or oil causing it to slip.  I re-inserted it up to an
arbitrary point on the tape measure.  I tightened the lever before cinching
it down and it seemed to hold well.

"Hop on and straddle your bike," I said.  Mitch did as he was told and
hovered over the seat.  I first slid my hand in from the back so I wouldn't
startle him by touching his package.  He didn't even flinch as I felt the
crease in his shorts and noted the space between his butt and the seat.  I
switched tactics and held the bike with that hand while I inserted my
fingers gently between the seat and the front of his shorts.  I could feel
his little ball sack and could not stop myself from massaging it a little
bit.  Mitchell moaned and rocked back and forth on my hand, trapping it
between his balls and the seat.

I slowly pulled my hand out of its confinement and let it travel up the
front of his shorts as I did.  Ah!  There it was!  A hard little spike of
flesh has made its presence known.  I knew that ball massage was getting to
him!  He gasped and sucked in a quick breath as my fingers played over the
material covering his boy dick.  He didn't pull away, but instead, arched
his back and pushed it into my hand.

"Are you OK with this?" I asked him.  He nodded his head and his face got
red.

"I've rubbed it before by myself, but I never had someone else do it," he
admitted.  "It feels nice.  Please don't tell my Mommy!"

"Don't worry, Mitch, my boy," I said.  "I'll tell you what; I won't say
anything if you promise not to tell anyone either.  Deal?"

"Deal," he responded.  He seemed to be pushing harder into my hand and
humping me.  Without asking, I put my hand down the front of his shorts and
cupped his hard spike and his miniature balls.  He almost fell off his
bike, so I put the kickstand down and helped him off.

I hit the garage door button and, while it was closing, led him over to the
workbench where I had eaten so much young pussy.  The towel was still
there, so I stripped off his shorts and underwear and lifted him up to sit
on the edge of the bench.  As I had done with the girls, I moved my stool
up and sat between his legs.  His crotch lay open before me, not smooth and
bald like those little pussies, but equipped with boy parts exposed and
waiting.  I started out by licking up and down the creases on either side,
as I had done with the girls.  Then I let my tongue play over his ball sack.
I was able to suck the whole thing in my mouth.  When I couldn't stand it
any longer, I closed my lips around his immature dick and nursed it like a
nipple.  It sure got to him!  I ran my tongue around it and up and down the
underside.  It felt so different, having an entire dick in my mouth with
room to spare.  I wondered if I could bob on it without letting it fall out.
I took it nice and slow and went from base to tip a few times.  Sure, I
could do this!  He was really getting into it.

I heard a click. Like the latch on a door opening!  I turned my head to see
a naked Tyler standing there.  Mitch gasped and tried to pull out of my
mouth.  I had no choice but to stop what I was doing.

"It's OK, Mitch," I said.  "This is my friend Tyler.  He won't say anything
either.  In fact, he might want to join in with us."

"Hi Mitch," Tyler said as he introduced himself and shook the boy's
hand.  "Mind
if I have a taste?"  He bent down and took Mitch's dick into his mouth.  Mitch
closed his eyes and leaned back on his hands.  Tyler proceeded to give him
the best blow job of his young life.  Soon, Mitch was moaning and thrashing
on the bench.  Tyler recognized the signs and didn't let up.

"I think I'm going to pee!" Mitch announced.

"No, you're not going to pee," I assured him.  "You are just going to get a
real special feeling if you just let it happen.  Don't fight it."  He
closed his eyes again and must have decided to go with the flow, as it were.


I felt an arm around my waist and was pleasantly surprised to see Susan at
my side.  She was intently watching what was happening on the bench.  She
was buck naked, as Tyler was.  They must have finished their business
before they came out to the garage.  In fact, there was the slight odor of
pussy lingering in the air like perfume to this pervert.

"OK, OK, OK," Mitch announced, "Something's happening!"  He didn't have a
chance to elaborate and he arched his back, driving his little spike into
Tyler's mouth, and let out a yelp before he fell back onto the bench.  Tyler
held him in his mouth until he softened and plopped out.

"How was that, Mitch?" Tyler asked.  Mitch was still trying to catch his
breath and focus his vision.

"That was totally amazing!" he gasped.  His consciousness began to return
and his vision must have cleared.  His eyes flitted from one to another of
us.  "Hey, you guys are naked!"  He looked down to see that he was, too,
and broke into a grin.  I saw his eyes lock onto Susan's body.  He was just
a youngster, but he was fascinated by what he saw.  I gave Susan a nudge in
his direction.

"Would you like to feel them or just stare at them," she asked as she put
his hand on her breast.  Actually, he wanted to do both, and he did.  He
stared and felt and felt and stared.  His eyes kept wandering lower to her
pussy.

"Can I see that, too?" he asked.  I helped him off the bench and pulled up
a small stool so Susan could take his place up there.  She spread her legs
for him and Mitch moved in close.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  "I've never seen a girl's pee-pee up this close!"  Susan
reached down and spread her pussy lips to show off the glistening insides.  A
little pearly white liquid dripped from the hole.

"Go ahead, Mitch," I said.  "Give it a sniff.  You can even give it a lick
if you want, right, Susan?"  Mitch looked at me, then at Susan, then at
Tyler.

"Are you sure it's all right?" he asked.  All three of us nodded our heads.
"What is this white stuff?"

"That's Tyler's cum," Susan explained.  "We had sex before we came out to
the garage and he came inside me."  He seemed satisfied with that answer
and leaned in closer to examine it.  I was a bit surprised when his tongue
snaked out and swiped across the length of her slit.  I think Susan was a
bit surprised, too, judging from her reaction.

"Mmmh," he said, "Not bad."  After the initial taste, he went after the
rest with lust and abandon.  Susan was writhing and moaning at the
attention of this little tongue.  Tyler had his hard dick in his hand and
was stroking it hard and fast.

"Do you want some of that stuff from the source?" Tyler asked.  Mitch
turned to see Ty's hard dick at the level of his face.  When he opened his
mouth to answer, Tyler stepped forward and planted his dick in Mitchell's
mouth.  Mitch took to it like a duck to water.  I took over for Mitch at
Susan's pussy and concentrated on licking and sucking her clitoris.  Both
she and Tyler, though they had both cum just minutes before, were quickly
at the point of no return.    Tyler pulled back and let loose with the
first volley of cum right on Mitch's face.  As soon as he felt it, Mitch
lunged forward to capture the end of Tyler's dick in his mouth so he
wouldn't miss a drop.  Susan saw that and went over the edge.  I could
barely hold on while she bucked and moaned.  I swear she squirted a little
on my chin.

I was the only one who had not cum, but I was OK with that.  I had just
been treated to quite a show and to the introduction of a young boy to all
sorts of sexual pleasures.  I just knew my time was yet to come.