Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 00:08:31 +0200 From: John Hope Subject: The bicycle repairman 3 This story is 100% fiction and is for mature readers only. I would like to hear any comments or suggestions. Remember to support Nifty who provides us the opportunity to publish these stories. Here is the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html When I was with Jack we did not only have sex. He explained about the repairs he did on the bicycles and sometimes I helped him. The people who rented a spot for their bike used to come to his cabin and pay him every month. Once Jack asked me if I could go to some address to receive the monthly rent. He said that he trusted me. I was glad to help him and was proud that he had sent me on a mission. That Wednesday afternoon I went to the address he had given me. I rang the doorbell and waited. Nobody opened the door, but I could hear some noises, so I rang again. "Just a minute!" somebody yelled. I waited. Finally, a man opened the door halfway. He only showed his head. "Yes, what do you want? I just entered the bathroom. You kept ringing." "Jack sent me, sir, for the rent of your bike." "O, you are Jack's boy. Come in then, but you need to wait." I entered the small entrance hall. Now I could see that the man was dressed only in his underpants. I believe that he was maybe fifty or sixty years old, but in my eyes as a schoolboy, all adults looked old. He was not very tall. I noticed that his belly and chest were hairless, not hairy like Jack's. "You have to wait a minute, son," the man said again, "I just soaped my body and need to finish my shower." He took me to the corridor. I did not know where to wait so I remained where he had left me, in front of the bathroom. The man entered the bathroom but did not close the door. I thought it was strange that he forgot to close the door. He undressed, put his underpants on a chair, and stepped into the bathtub. He showered, with his back toward me. I could see his behind and turned my face away. I thought it was not polite to watch the man while he was naked. I was only a boy and this grownup man could complain to Jack that I had been peeking at him. But after a minute or so, I turned my head and looked at him. The man had turned as well and was watching me while the water was flowing over his body. His hand held his cock and was playing with it, pulling and swinging. He smiled at me but did not say a word. I could see that he was circumcised like me. I did not know what to do. Keep watching or close the door or run away? I had never seen a man jacking off. The view of it did not disturb me. In fact, I had a hard cock too. "You like to see it, young man?" the man asked while slowly wanking. I did not answer but kept looking at him, fascinated by the man who was doing the thing that I also liked to do. "Do you also play with your willy, son?" Without moving from my spot, I opened my trousers and underpants and pulled them below my knees. I started wanking, just as the man did, watching his hand moving faster and faster. "Yes, show me. I like that," the man said. I was used to wank in front of Jack so I did not feel any embarrassment. We were pulling our cock in the same rhythm, watching each other. I suddenly shot my cum. Several blobs of the white stuff landed on the carpet, the rest on my underpants and hand. The man kept doing his thing while my cock was shrinking and still dripping. I decided to enter the bathroom and clean my cock. With my pants still down on my shoes, I took small steps toward the sink. There I cleaned my cock as well as possible. Now I was very close to the naked man. With my back turned to him, I could see him in the mirror. Suddenly he stepped out of the tub and embraced me, pushing his naked wet body on my back. "No, you are wet. What are you doing?" "I like your body. So young," he whispered as he placed one hand on my ass. With his other hand on my chest, he pulled my shirt up and checked my nipples. Because his arm was around my body and my pants were down I could hardly move. I did not even try it. The man's wet body on my back felt hot. He was gently pulling my nipples while rubbing his belly on my back. His hard cock was pushing and poking my ass cheeks. He kissed my neck and ear. My nipples had become hard. "You are beautiful, do you know that, kid?" he whispered. I mumbled some reply. "Is he going to fuck me? Should I let him do it?" I thought. Now he had found my cock, flaccid and still wet. "Smooth and hairless! Perfect." He started pulling my cock but it did not get hard. Now he was poking my back faster, sometimes his cock would slide between my buttocks and even touch my opening but he did not try to enter. With both hands now he pulled my nipples hard. He was moaning very loud when he reached an orgasm and shot his semen on my ass. It was a lot, more than I had ever got on my body. With his last push, he smeared it all over my ass. "Thanks, boy. You were great," he said. With a towel, I wiped most of the cum from my behind and pulled my pants up. A few minutes later the man he gave me the money for Jack and I left his house. I did not understand why he had given me more than the usual rent. I turned to Jack's place. "Everything all right?" Jack asked. "Yes. He was there and gave me the money," I said and handed him the bills. Jack checked the money, gave me a small sum, and put the rest in his pocket. "Nothing special? No troubles?" "No, nothing," I replied. "OK, then, maybe next week you can go to other places. I have several clients who owe me money." The next Wednesday afternoon Jack sent me to Mr. Klein, the principal of my school, to receive the rent for the bike storage. I found that a bit strange because I had never seen Mr.Klein driving a bike. Speaking about Mr. Klein, I have to tell you that his questioning me about wearing my sister's bikini caused me to get more interested in her underwear. I had seen them drying on the washing line. They looked so skimpy. I did not dare touch them because my mom saw everything. There was a better opportunity to check them out: the laundry bin in the bathroom. I frequently checked the laundry bin for my sister's dirty laundry. I always got a very hard cock as I found her soiled panties. I had to smell them of course and put them under my nose. I tried them on for a few minutes. It was a horny feeling. I especially like the smallest panties because they held my cock and ass very tight. Once I wanked while wearing the panties, my cockhead was just above the rim of the textile. I had little time because my family would knock on the door when I was there too long. I could not risk wearing her underwear while at home. The solution was found by accident. One morning, I was in the bathroom and found her black panties with lace around the leg openings. I just had put it on my horny ass as my father knocked on the door and told me to get out. I quickly put on my trousers and shoes and left the bathroom. I did not have the opportunity to change into my normal clothes, so I left for school wearing my sister's soiled panties. Driving my bicycle, I started feeling how small the panties were. They were certainly not designed for driving a bike. The front part was hardly big enough to hold my cock and balls. The back had even less textile and while I was pedaling, the cloth was pulled into my ass crack. Once at school and sitting on a bench, with every move I made, my cock was being squeezed and my asshole massaged. Luckily, we did not have physical education that day. Klein lived in a large house, not far from the school. When I rang the doorbell, a woman opened the door. It was his wife. "So Klein is not home alone," I thought and felt a bit relieved. "Come in, young man, I will bring you to my husband. He is in his office. What is your name?" "Arthur, ma'am. But people call me Archie." I did not expect that Mr. Klein had an office at home since he had such a huge office at the school. "Arnold, here is a boy for you, Arthur is his name," Mrs. Klein said as she opened the door to the office. "Welcome, boy. Get in," he said to me while he signaled to his wife to leave the room. "Would you like a cup of tea, Archie?" she asked. "I have just made wonderful apple pie with cream." I replied that I would like that very much. As she left the room, she smiled at me, nodding her head. "How are you?" Klein asked. I replied very politely that I was well. Though I had seen him naked, and he had fucked me, he was still the principal of my school, so I had better be polite. Klein stepped closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "You are a good boy because you want to learn from experienced men, am I correct?" "Yes sir, I like to learn." "Good," he said and with that, he took my hand and placed it on the front of his pants but removed it immediately as his wife entered with tea and apple pie. As she left the room, she smiled at me, nodding her head again. Klein opened his pants. I could see the bulge in his underpants. "Take him out, boy." I slowly pulled the underpants down. Once released his cock jumped up. I saw it becoming erect, straightening the wrinkled skin around his shaft and cockhead. His foreskin revealed only part of the purple bulb. I took his cock in my hand, wondering how hard and smooth it was at the same time. He felt heavy in my hand. His hairy balls were hanging low, touching his inner thighs. Without being ordered to do so, I opened my mouth and place it around Klein's cock. The taste of cock had become familiar to me. My tongue was seeking for the opening of his foreskin. Once I found it, I pushed my tongue between the skin and his cock head, playing around. "O yes, you have become a good cock sucker, boy," he moaned. His cock had grown and touched the roof of my mouth. It got harder to give him the blowjob. Klein took my head in both hands and began face fucking me, deeper and deeper. "Come here, sit on my desk," he commanded. As soon as I set on the desk with my legs hanging along it, Klein pulled my shoes off without taking the trouble to untie the shoelaces. Then he opened my pants, pulled them off me, and dropped them on the floor. As he noticed the black lace panties, he smiled. "Nice, just as it should be!" He pulled me from the desk and turned me around. He admired my behind in the panties, cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing them. "You are so sexy, I like that." I knew that I looked good. I was a 13 year old boy and I had seen my back in the mirror. When I was wearing girl panties, I could imagine that many men would want to fuck me. Klein tried to put his hand in my panties, at the front side but there was no space for his big hand. Then he pulled the black panties up, with force. The back was pulled into my ass crack like a string bikini, spreading my buttocks. I felt the pressure on my anus. The front of the panties was pressed around my cock and balls. He had me bend over his desk, pulled my remaining clothes over my head, and started kissing my naked back. With my arms and head inside my shirt and jacket, I could hardly move and did not see a thing. With my chest on the cold desk, I was pushed between documents and books. Klein kissed my behind, pulling the panties to the side, he pushed his tongue and licked me. He tried to insert his cock but probably the panties hindered him, and he pulled them off. Then he had me turn around again and placed me with my ass on the desk. I managed to remove my shirt and jacket from my head so I could see what was happening. He lifted my legs a bit and pushed me back on the desk. I thought that he wanted to suck my cock but he was not interested. "Lift up your legs, boy." As I did so, he checked my asshole, pushing first one and then two fingers inside. He pulled me to the edge of the desk and while holding my legs high, he pushed his cock to my ass. He stopped as if he was reminded by something. With his right hand, he took some cream from the apple pie and smeared it on his cockhead. Then with one push, he penetrated me. I shouted because it hurt as hell. I don't know where he found my sister's panties but he pushed them into my mouth. I kept making muffled sounds. This did not seem to bother him. On the contrary, he fucked me with a lot of force, pushing me back between his books, then pulling me back again. I was moaning, first because of the pain but soon because of the wonderful feeling of being pounded. I could taste that my sister's underwear was not clean, but I did not care about it. My legs in the air spread widely in his hands, and I felt very open to him. His balls were swinging and with every push they touched my ass. "Do you want me in you, boy?" My mouth was still stuffed, I could only nod. I wanted him. He placed my feet on his shoulders and now he could hold the sides of my spread buttocks. I watched Klein's face. He was not very close to me. I was on my back on the desk while he was standing. While Klein was pounding me with closed eyes, I looked around the room. There were several paintings on the wall. Then I noticed that the door was opened a few inches. A pair of eyes were watching us. I did not say a word but began pulling my cock which had until now been swinging and jumping with every move Klein made. With my fist around it, I wanked fast. I heard Kleins' thighs slapping my ass cheeks, the definite sound of sodomy. As I turned my head toward the door, the door closed quietly. With hard pushes, Klein reached an orgasm and placed his cum into my body. As I slid off the table, I already felt the warmth of the semen inside me. I liked the feeling, it was as if this was my destiny, to be filled with cum of older men. I took the panties out of my mouth. Klein pulled up his pants and looked for the money. As soon as I was dressed he handed me the bills. Again it was not the normal monthly rent. "Good boy," was all he said as he closed the door of his office. In the corridor, I met Mrs. Klein who asked if I had liked the apple pie. I was afraid to tell her that I had not eaten it at all. As I walked back to Jack's place, I felt how wet the panties were that I was wearing. I handed Jack the money and again got one bill for my job. My parents thought it was a nice gesture for Jack to pay me for helping him in his repair shop. As a matter of fact, they preferred that I learn from Jack instead of watching television. After a week or so, my dad told me during dinner that he had spoken with Mr. Klein. My heart jumped. "Yes, I met the principal at the bank. I did not expect him to know all his pupils, but he told me that you are such a good learner and very obedient. Well done, Archie. We are proud of you!"