Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2017 14:27:19 +0200 From: Marvin Schmedlapp Subject: Meg Continued 2 Meg Continued 2 Meg led the way back to the garage while she managed to put her clothes back on. I picked up my shorts and t shirt along the way and slipped them on. By the time we reached her bike we were both clothed. She turned her face toward me for a quick kiss before mounting her bike. I hit the garage door opener and watched her sail away down the street. It was a far cry from the first time I saw her struggling to stay upright on an ill-fitting bike. I closed the overhead door and scanned the shop. It was pretty neat, almost too neat for Donnie to have any clean up to do. I scattered some tools on the bench top and threw some soiled rags on the floor; just enough to make him feel like he accomplished something. He was a good boy and I knew the meager pay I gave him was a help to his family. Besides, I liked having him around. He was a quick learner, pleasant to be around, and nice to look at, too. I had just started on a new project when I heard his familiar tap on the side door. "Come in!" I yelled. The door swung open and Donnie appeared, followed by someone I didn't know. He saw the curiosity on my face. "Mike, this is Allan," he offered and introduced him with a sweep of his hand, the way Vanna White would reveal a new letter. I was intrigues by what I saw. Allan was just a little shorter than Donnie, but plumper. He had round cheeks, red lips, and blond hair in contrast to Donnie's almost swarthy looks. "Pleased to meet you, Mike," Allan said. "Donnie talks about you all the time and how you are a wizard at fixing bikes." "I don't know about the wizard part, but I do enjoy getting you kids up and riding again," I responded. "Do you have a bike, Allan?" "He has one parked just outside the front door," Donnie interjected. I hit the garage door opener and it came into view. It looked like my first bike; a hodge-podge of parts scavenged from used and abused bikes that had been abandoned by their owners. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Are you laughing at my bike?" Allan asked defensively. "No," I replied. "I'm laughing because it reminds me of my first attempts to get a bike on the road. There's nothing wrong with it, it just needs some tweaking. Why don't you bring it in?" Allan rolled the bike into the middle of the shop and I clamped it into the bike stand to get it to a height I could work on. I checked the chain tension, the brake operation, the shifting, the wheel rotation, and other things. It seemed like road worthy machine, besides needing a cleaning and a fresh paint job. "So, what do you think?" Donnie asked. "Are you having any specific problems with it, Allan?" I probed. "Not yet," he answered. "I just got it going today before Donnie came over. My first ride was coming here." "Well, let's see how it fits you," I said as I lowered it off the stand and onto its own two wheels. I grabbed the air hose and filled the tires to the recommended pressure. I indicated to Allan to get on the bike so I could check how it fit him. This was my favorite part. I had him straddle the bike's top rail. The tube was just hitting the crotch of his nylon sport shorts, but they were so loose that I couldn't really tell where they ended and the real Allan began. He looked over at Donnie and smiled. "Mike may have to touch you a bit to check the fit," Donnie explained. "Is that all right with you?" Allan nodded his head and I proceeded to place my hand in the space between the top rail and his shorts. My hand brushed his balls as I did so. I now had a reference point. I could swear that he didn't have any underwear on beneath his shorts and I suspected that Donnie had probably set him up for this. I loosened the seat and lowered it just enough so that it would fit into his crotch. I got a good feel of his package as I checked the fit. I saw the front of his shorts begin to tent out a bit. I ran my hand over the taut material on his butt and slipped in in between his cheeks to check the fit back there. A quick look at Donnie revealed that he was boning up too. I had Allan step off the bike and let Donnie hold it up in place. I picked up my tape measure. "Now I'm going to measure your legs to adjust the bike to your measurements," I informed him. Without waiting for an objection, I extended the tape and placed my hand with the end of it up into his crotch. The silky nylon material gave way and I felt his scrotum. I moved my hand around, seeking to get a good measurement, but really to see if I could get a response from him. And respond; he did. He let out a tiny sigh and seemed to press his crotch into my hand. I reversed my hand and gave his balls a little squeeze. He boned up a little more and rotated his hips against the invader. I looked in Donnie's direction and he gave me a knowing nod. I wondered what these two had been up to. Since I now had my measurement, I extrapolated the distance I need the extended pedal to be from the top of the seat saddle and adjusted it to that exact point. Then I had Allan straddle the seat and expend his hands and arms toward the handlebars. Donnie came in handy in helping to hold the bike upright while I adjusted the handlebar height and rake. While they were in the preliminary position, I relocated to a position behind Allan, pressed up against his back and with my arms extended along his. I was close enough behind him that I was sure he could feel my hardening dick on his ass. He let out another sigh. I finalized the adjustment and tightened it in place. He looked to be in the correct and comfortable position. "Take it for a little ride and see how it feels," I instructed him. He took off out the door and down the street. I turned to Donnie. "Are you setting me up here?" I asked. Donnie's face turned a little pink. "Well, kinda," he answered. "Allan and I have fooled around a little and I thought you might like to get in on the action with two boys." "I'm game," I replied. "But you didn't have to go through this whole routine. I would have understood a more direct approach." "I thought this was better for Allan," he said, "and I can't help but notice how excited you got, too!" "Do you think he's up for it?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he replied, "I know he is!" I flicked off the lights in the shop and pulled my shirt off over my head. By the time my shirts cleared the top of my head, Donnie was completely naked. I followed suit and removed my remaining clothes just before Allan came wheeling back into the shop. He skidded to a stop and his eyes went wide as he took in the sight of two naked guys, one older and one his age, standing there with no clothes on and boners sticking out. I hit the door opener and it began to close. "So, how's the bike?" I queried. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. "You really are a wizard! I never thought that old piece of junk would ride so nice." He was pulling off clothes as he spoke and soon there were three naked guys in the garage. "So, what do you want to do?" Donnie asked. "Everything!" Allan replied. He was a little chunkier than Donnie and had a little belly, but his circumcised dick stood out from his groin at an angle. There was no hair to be seen on his chest or belly and you would need a magnifying glass to see any in his crotch. Just how I like them! Allan came over to me and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "Wow, this is nice!" he exclaimed. He tugged it back and forth a few times. I reached for his and cupped his balls in my hand. "Yours is, too," I said. "Do you want to go inside and get comfortable?" The boys followed me into the house to the bedroom.