Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 09:04:56 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 28

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Donny had worked out well.  He had excelled at cleaning up the shop and was
the type of kid who was always looking for something to do. That was a
change from my experience with people always trying to avoid work.  I
showed him how to use the central vacuum after he swept up.

He had even assigned himself the task of attacking each drawer in my
toolbox, one by one.  He would take out all the tools, lay them on the
bench and clean and wipe out the drawer.  Then he meticulously wiped down
each tool before arranging them perfectly on their mats in the drawers.  I
had him set aside some tools from each drawer that were duplicates or that
I no longer used.  Those went into a pile in the corner of the workbench.

One of my projects had been an old machinist's tool chest from the 40's.  It
was an oak chest, with green felt lining I had replaced in the drawers.  I
had restored a number of them, but I intended this one for a specific
purpose.  After Donny finished up for the day and I had paid him in cash,
as was our arrangement, I pulled out the old tool chest and began to
populate it with some of the surplus tools.  I tried to do it logically,
with screwdrivers in one drawer, pliers and cutters in another, wrenches in
another, and so on.  Before long, I had a decent kit of tools set up.  I
even went back to my toolbox to augment where I thought it might be lacking.
When I was satisfied with it, I closed it up and locked it.  I put the key
on a brightly colored key chain and hung it on the rack.  I had special
plans for that box, so I hid it under a cardboard box in the storeroom.

Over the next few days, I gave Donny more and more responsibility.  He
handled them all well.  He was a quick learner and the disassembly of bikes
taught him a lot about how they work.  Between bike jobs, he looked for
cleanup work to do.  I didn't have to worry about him goofing off.  Today I
was going to let him do something special.

Jim came by with his son to pick up the English bike.  I asked Donny to
handle the transaction and fit the bike to Jim's son, Steven.  Steven was
actually a little taller than Donny, but Donny had him straddle the bike
and adjusted the seat and handlebars as I had taught him.  I was pretty
sure I saw him run his hand up under Steven's crotch to check for fit.  I
didn't see any adverse reaction on Steven's part, and I heard Donny tell
him to come back any time for an adjustment.  He referred Jim to me for
paperwork and payment when they were satisfied.  He sent Steven on a short
test ride.

"Great job, Mike and Donny!" Jim said.  "I wasn't sure Steven would like
this old bike, but he seems to be enjoying it."  We watched him go down the
block and turn around.  He wheeled into the open shop door and braked.

"I can't believe this thing is so fast!" he said.  "I thought it was just
an old piece of junk, but you guys have made it into a proper English
racer!"

"Does it feel all right?" I asked.

"I think the handlebars could come up some," he said.  Donny got right on
it and adjusted them with Steven on the bike.  I noticed how close he got
to Steven and how they seemed to get along.  Steven tried out the bike one
more time before they left the shop satisfied.

Jim had paid me in cash, so I counted out half and presented it to Donny.

"What's this for?" Donny said, somewhat astonished.

"I think you earned it," I said.  "And that's not all."  I went to the
storeroom and brought out the tool chest and set it on the bench.  I got
the key from the rack and handed it to Donny.  His jaw dropped open.

"What the heck!" he exclaimed.  He tried the key in the lock and opened it.
He dropped the front panel and was greeted with the sight of drawers full
of tools.  "I can't believe it!"

"I thought that was the only way to keep you out of my tool box!" I said,
mockingly.  He rushed to me and grabbed me in a bear hug.

"Thanks, Mike," he said with moist eyes.  "No one has ever given me
something like that before."  I hugged him back.

"You deserve it, Donny," I said.  "And one more thing; we're going shopping.
Close the door and turn out her lights."  He did as he was told without
questioning me.  We hopped into my truck and headed for the mall.

It took us almost two hours to get him outfitted with new clothes that fit
him for work and for school.  It cost me almost $250.00, but I was happy to
do it.  I had no other family to spend my money on.  He protested a bit,
but I talked him into it, saying he could pay me back a little at a time
from his pay.  I think he had other payment methods in mind, too.  I went
into the changing rooms with him and could see his underwear tent up a bit
when trying on new pants.  While he was finishing up, I threw a couple
packages of new underwear on the pile, too.  His were worn and gray looking.
There's nothing like a boy in new tighty whiteys.

He couldn't stop thanking me on the way home and kept reaching into my lap
to stroke my boner.  I had to brush his hand away to concentrate on my
driving.

"There will other times for that!" I promised.  "Right now we have to get
this stuff home."  I drove straight to Donny's house, at his direction, and
pulled into the driveway.

He got out and I helped him carry the bags of clothes and shoes into the
house.  It was quite a modest house.  Like Donny, it was well maintained,
but a bit worn and threadbare in places.  I followed him down the hall to
his room.  It was a typical boy's room; messy, bed unmade, and posters on
the wall.  While I was looking around, Donny got busy removing his clothes
and getting on the bed.  When I turned to face him, he was on his back with
his knees pulled up.

"Would you fuck me, please, Mike?" he asked.  I was going to go into my
spiel about not particularly liking anal sex when my hard dick took over my
brain.  Donny reached for a tube of lube from the nightstand and slathered
some on his hole.  I couldn't resist.  His ass was at just the right level
with my crotch.  I walked up to the bed and let my shorts fall to the floor.
I was going commando, so there was nothing between us now.  I bent Mr.
Happy down toward the target and eased my way into Donny's warm haven.  I
sunk in quickly until I was all the way in.  Donny barely flinched, but did
let out of sigh.  I long-dicked him a few times and then went into a more
rapid pace.  If he wanted fucked; he was going to get fucked!  My hand
found his hard pecker and I started to stroke him in rhythm with my thrusts.
We settled into a nice, steady pace.

"Hey, Donny," I announced.  "I'm almost there!"

"Me, too!" he responded.  I went back to long-dicking him, searching for
his prostate with each thrust.  I must have found it, because he started
moaning in earnest.  His ass muscles started clenching on my dick and I
could feel his cock start to pulse in my hand.  I watched as several
streams of watery cum shot from his dick and splattered his stomach.  That
put me over the edge and I pushed in as far as I could go and dropped my
load in about five good spurts.  Donny had that same glazed look in his
eyes that I must have had as we waited for the world to come back into
focus.

"Donny," I said, "You don't have to do this to thank me all the time, you
know."

"I know," he said, "I just wanted to do it."  I pulled out and pulled up my
shorts.

"I have to be going," I said.  "Come over after school tomorrow."

"I will," he said.  "I want to get another good look at those tools!"  I
let myself out and drove back home.  I didn't even go into the shop when I
got home.  I went straight into the house and took a shower.  I put on
loose comfortable clothes and settled into my recliner to watch some TV.

I was just gearing up to order a pizza when the doorbell rang.  That hardly
ever happens unless it's some Jehovah's Witnesses or somebody trying to
sell me something.  I was surprised to see a young lady standing there with
a casserole dish in her hand.  The biggest surprise was that it was Mitch's
Mom, the Dragon Lady!

"Hi Mike," she said, "I'm Barbara Parker from across the street.  May I
come in?"  I had been so stunned by her appearance at my door that I forgot
to ask her in.

"Oh, sure; please!" I said as I held the door for her.

"This is hot," she said, "Is there a place I can set it down?"  Again, I
was oblivious.

"Right in here," I directed.  I indicated a place on the granite counter
top.  "It smells good, what is it?"

"It's a home-made lasagna," she explained.  She must have noticed the
confused look on my face.  "It's a sort of peace offering and an apology
wrapped up in one."

"I didn't realize either were needed," I said.

"I came to say I am sorry I was so brusque with you about Mitchell's bike,"
she blurted out.  "And I'm sorry I haven't been a better neighbor."

"That's OK," I tied to say, but she cut me off.

"No, it's not OK," she insisted.  "I recognize that I have a way of
distancing myself from people and hurting them when I don't mean to.  After
Mitchell told me how kind and caring you were to him I felt like a real
bitch!  He hasn't stopped talking about you since."

"I just worked on his bike," I said.

"No, you did much more than that.  You treated him like a friend; like a
real human being," she explained.  Mitchell, I mean, Mitch, has been
without a male influence in his life for so long and I can be too
overprotective and unavailable emotionally for him sometimes."  Uh oh, I
could feel the tears   coming.

"That, and his health issues, have me at my wit's end," she said and broke
down sobbing.  Why do they always do that to me?  I must have some sort of
tear magnet in my chromosomes.  I can't help being sympathetic and
comforting.  As much as I had reservations about opening up to the Dragon
Lady, she showed me a side of her I had not seen before.  I held my arms
open and she fell into them, resting her head on my chest while she cried.

"Mitch has health issues?" I asked.  "He seemed fine to me."

"How old do you think he is?" she asked.  I had to think about it.

"About eight or nine," I figured.

"He's almost thirteen," she said.  That started another round of tears.  "He
has a genetic defect that has limited his normal development."  Wow!  That
was a shocker, but nothing compared to what came next.

"I have to admit I had ulterior motives when I came over today with the
lasagna," she admitted.  "You see, they had developed a method of treatment
for him that requires administration of a growth hormone and testosterone
every day.  I just can't bring him to the doctor's office every day and I'm
too chicken to give him the shots myself.  I have some real hang-ups when
it comes to hypodermic needles."

"So, you want me to give him his shots?" I asked.  "Why me?"

"Well, we don't know a lot of people and Mitch likes you so much and you
are close to home," she reasoned.  "I also need someone who can track his
progress and development.  I'm just not the one to do that."

"Do you mean to measure his growth and such?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.  "But not only his height and weight, but his other
development as well."

"You mean his sexual maturity?"  I asked.

"Yes," she said.  "That's where I have my biggest hang-ups.  I had a very
unhealthy childhood, full of intravenous drug use in the house and sexual
abuse.  I haven't really got all that sorted out yet.  I really just need
someone I can trust and I believe that one is you."

"Well Barbara, you have just blown my mind!"  I said with a smile on my
face.  "I appreciate your confidence and trust in me.  I like Mitch a lot
and would do anything I can to help him out."  She was still clinging to me
and seemed to nuzzle her face even closer into my chest.  In fact, her
whole body seemed to melt into mine.  Of course, Mr. Happy had a mind of
his own.  He had no recollection of her as the wicked witch from across the
street.  He only knew that she was a warm female body that was pressed up
against his burgeoning hardness.  Before this got out of hand, I put a hand
on each of her shoulders and pried her away so I could look in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry for slobbering like this," she said.  "That's probably the
last thing you needed, was a crying female clinging on to you."

"No problem," I assured her, "It's nice to be reminded of the softer side
of life once in a while.  Now, tell me exactly what you would like me to
do."

Barbara went into detail about the procedure and the tracking tools.  She
said she could bring the medication and supplies over with Mitch after
school and set up the measurement charts and such.  She also volunteered a
digital camera to record his progress.  I accepted that offer, because I
didn't want anyone to see what I had on my camera.

"We'll be over right after school," she said.  "And I can't tell you how
much this means to us."  She once again drew close to me and planted a kiss
on my lips.  I felt my arms encircle her automatically and I returned the
kiss.  She definitely was in no hurry to break it off, but I was afraid to
let it go any further.  Once again, I freed myself from her embrace and
held her at arm's length.  She seemed a bit flushed and her breathing was
ragged.  Could it be that she was another frustrated female in the
neighborhood?

I walked her to the door and told her I'd see her after school.  I put the
lasagna in the refrigerator and went out to the shop.