Meg’s Bike II – 4

 

I pulled Donny over to me and put him over my lap. I spread his ass cheeks and checked the area around his brown hole. There were a few stray hairs peeking out as well as a light covering of peach fuzz.

 

“Bring that razor and some gel here,” I instructed Allan. He complied and I saw him squirt a dab of gel into his hands and rub them together to make a decent lather. He spread the gel in Donny’s crack, all the way to his puckered anus. Then, while I held his cheeks apart and taut, Allan deftly swiped the razor over every inch of the area. When he rinsed it off with the handheld shower, Donny was smooth and clean.

 

I ran my hand over the skin in his butt crack and it felt smooth as glass. I urged Allan to do the same. He did and he paused at Donny’s hole and circled it with his finger. This elicited a moan and a twitch from Donny, so Allan became bolder and planted his fingertip right on Donny’s pucker. It seemed to draw him in like it did to the razor earlier, and soon, Allan was sawing his finger in and out, much to Donny’s delight.

 

I extricated myself out from under Donny and arranged his arms on the bench so his head was resting on the seat and his back was parallel to the floor. That left his butt exposed. I guided Allan to kneel behind Donny and had him scoot up until his crotch was next to Donny’s butt. I think he got the idea when I guided his hard spike to where his finger has just been. He pushed in with no resistance and his base nature took over from there. He thrusted and humped at Donny’s hole for all he was worth.

 

They both expressed their pleasure in moans and grunts until Allan’s got more high-pitched and his thrusting became more urgent. Donny kept his head buried in his arms as Allan jammed himself all the way up him and had a quaking orgasm. I couldn’t tell if it was wet or dry, but both boys seemed very pleased. They got up and sat on the bench until their breathing and heart rated returned to normal.

 

“How about you, Mike?” Allan asked, “Are you clean back there?” I know the boys had shaved my pits and my groin, but I couldn’t remember them shaving the cleft between my cheeks.

 

“Why don’t you check, Allan?” I asked. I got into the position Donny was just in and Allan spread my cheeks. Donny got down and inspected the area.

 

“There are a lot of rogue hairs down there,” he announced as he picked up the can of gel. He lathered up the area and began to run the razor over it, swipe after swipe, removing the offenders that remained. When he was satisfied, he rinsed me off and ran his hand over all of it. He must have found a few he missed right on the edge of my wrinkled pucker and he removed them with the wet razor and rinsed again. It was Allan’s turn to inspect me now. He slid his hand around in the bare clack and tried to penetrate my tight anus. With a little help from some more shaving gel, he was able to get his small middle finger in there. It felt good, but my natural aversion to being penetrated had me clamp down hard on the invading digit. He worked it in and out until I was relaxed enough to take another finger. I found myself rocking back and forth, encouraging him.

 

I felt his fingers withdraw and sensed Donny taking his place behind me. I didn’t protest or intervene, but let him place his hard dick against my anal orifice. In my relaxed state, it didn’t take much effort for the boy to bury himself in my backside. There was no pain, just pleasure, as he slid his smaller member in and out of my tight sheath. I knew he wanted this and was glad to oblige, though it was not my preferred method of intercourse. I forgot about my aversion to anal sex soon enough, and got carried away with the sensations. His dick was just long enough to keep bumping my prostrate. When it did I got what felt like an electric shock.

 

I felt some movement and Donny’s pace became erratic. I snuck a peek back and saw that Allan had taken up a place behind Donny and apparently was buggering him as he buggered me! I was sure that they were old hands at this, knowing Donny’s proclivity for butt holes. I felt a little extra oomph when Allan added his thrusting to Donny’s. We got into a steady rhythm. I was helpless to do anything but go along with the flow.

 

Speaking of flow, my spigot was dripping a steady stream. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. You know, how it builds up in your stomach and pulses your dick to a new level of hardness. I flexed my dick muscles to help it along and got a shiver. The next thing I knew, I was clamping down on Donny’s prong as the feelings overtook me. I looked down and watched as my dick spewed forth its seed. At the same time, I could hear Donny gasping and groaning as he shot his meager load into me. I don’t think Allan was ready yet since he was such a newcomer to the action. His gasps and moans proved me wrong! The clenching of Donny’s ass muscles as he was filling me must have set him off.

 

We all slumped down and sat on the bench until none of us could stand the cold tile any more. I cleaned myself up on the toilet while the boys rinsed off and got out of the shower. I still found it surprising to look down and see my bare meat and two veg hanging out!

 

We dressed in our skimpy clothes and met up back out in the garage.

 

“Can you leave your bike here for a few days?” I asked Allan. There was a lot of work to be done to bring it back from the dead.

 

“Sure,” he replied. “Do you mind if I stop over tomorrow after school to check the progress and help out?”

 

“No, I don’t mind,” I reassured him. “You’re welcome here anytime.”

 

Donny just stood there with a smirk on his face…