Blonde Angel – Part One by mmmmliam
Bi-Sexual Fantasy Story , Usual disclaimers apply, if you don’t like this kind of story, don’t read it. If you are not allowed to view such stories, then don’t. If you want to send me a nasty email about this story, then don’t.
*** MORE IMPORTANT *** I am planning for this to be a series of stories involving M/b, M/b/b, b/f, M/b/f and I apologise if the first one is a little longer leading up to the good stuff, but this is based on reality and I want to set the scene properly. I hope you enjoy the story and if you want me to continue, I actively encourage emails to tell me so. Thanks.
BLONDE ANGEL – Part One
When I lived in the UK I had a bit of a hobby restoring old cars. It was a fun thing to do and it was chill out time for me. I had a good sex life thanks to Squirt and Gaydar and I could always supplement my over active imagination with the stories on Nifty, never dreaming I would ever get the opportunity to actually indulge in a little boy loving of my own. I was happy though and my regular fill of the stories was enough to bring me to a very nice orgasm with the thoughts of a fresh virgin teen in my bed.
One Sunday I was out in the garage, dismantling the rear end of a 1963 Ford Anglia. My house was an old Victorian terrace and I had built a big double garage out the back. The doors of the garaged opened up onto the back alleyway and I always had them open when I worked.
It was early March so it was still quite chilly, but beating old bits of metal kept me warm enough, I was content.
I had a helper whenever I worked. At this time it was my friend’s son Mark. He was 17 and straight as a dye and I never had any intentions of trying to molest him, but he was great fun to be around and he made a super cup of coffee. I paid him a pittance but he loved helping out.
For the record, at the point of this story, My name is Mike and I was 35 years old at the time, average looking guy, reasonable build, always shaved all my body hair and had a very short spiky hairstyle. I have a nice seven inch cock which is also quite thick and chunky. Always gets coo’s when I reveal it so I am happy with my lot. Nobody has ever been aware that I am gay, the circles I work in have never been over friendly in that respect and I have always sought a quieter life.
Mark shouted that coffee was ready so I climbed out from beneath the car, sat on an oil drum in the entrance of the garage. We watched the odd looks as locals walked past seeing the oil covered pair drinking coffee and chomping biscuits. Mark wolf whistled a few girls and we laughed at the horrified look on their faces. One very cute one smiled and blushed at his attention, and I ribbed him that he was `in’ there.
Just as we finished our coffee and I was about to climb under the wreck again, I noticed a young boy walking slowly down the alleyway. He was a very petite thing with short scruffy blonde hair. He seemed to have a bit of an effeminate walk about him and as he got closer he flashed be a little nervous smile, obviously caused by my ridiculously dirty face. I couldn’t help giving him a big silly grin, knowing how ridiculous that would look. He smiled a little more, then nervously turned away and increased his pace. He could have been no older that 11 or 12 and it was only a fleeting thing, but I remember noticing how hot he looked and was the kind of image in my mind when I read most nifty archive stories.
As the day passed, I soon forgot the little blonde angel but I did detect something wrong with Mark. He kept trying to start a conversation, but stopped at the last minute. As we got close to cleaning up time I pushed him a little harder.
`So, come on fella, what’s the matter?’
Mark stuttered, `Oh, it’s nothing’
`Come on!’ I pushed
He pondered for a moment, then he began,’ It’s just that I am not going to be able to work with you on Sundays anymore because my boss is offering us a lot of overtime and it’s double pay. But I am gonna so miss working with you. I hope you’re not too pissed with me mate’
I smiled, `Why would I be pissed? Gimme a break! You would be crazy to give up that extra money!’
Relief spread across Mark’s face and he quite visibly relaxed and the rest of the day was like old times. I was quite gutted that he wouldn’t be helping anymore. Apart from the fact he was good company, he was a great help around the place and when you are fiddling with cars, an extra pair of hands is essential. Never mind though, I would get by. Maybe ask Mark if any of his mates liked to get full of oil instead of relaxing on a Sunday!
The next few weeks I worked alone in the garage and it was still good fun. I missed the banter but I had the radio playing in the background and I treated the Ford Anglia to some of my awful renditions of the latest songs. The work was coming on well. Once or twice I was treated to little glimpses of the little scruffy haired youth walking or cycling past as I worked and each time he passed I got the same hint of an embarrassed smile and then he was gone. I must admit, I saw his face a few times as I read and wanked over nifty stories.
When July came, it was unusually warm in England and I was working in cut-off jeans and T-shirt and was busy under the car fitting new brake lines. Bits of crap had been falling in my eyes all afternoon and I was getting more and more frustrated. I was expecting a work colleague to pop in with some documents I needed for the following morning and when I saw the shadow of a pair of legs next to car, I assumed he had arrived. It was perfect timing as I had left the spanner I needed on the front of the car and I didn’t want to climb out for the millionth time today to get it.
`Pass me that 13mm spanner off the radiator will you Paul?’ I shouted.
I sensed the shuffling off feet round to the front of the car and I reached out as I saw the glint of the spanner appear to my left.
`How did you know my name was Paul?’ a high pitched voice said from somewhere in the garage.
I knew this voice wasn’t my friend and confusion took over so I scramble out from the car towards the shadow of the legs and as I got to my knees, I was almost face to face with the blonde kid from the alleyway!
The obvious shocked look on my face seemed to suddenly unnerve him so I immediately relaxed my face and gave a big smile
`Err thanks for the spanner …… er ….. Paul! I didn’t actually know your name, but I am waiting for my friend who is also a Paul’
He smiled and nodded at this response and for a kid, who had always seemed so nervous, he asked very casually, `Where is your friend that usually helps you?’
I told him that Mark had to work now on a Sunday so I was now on my own, `Unless of course, you can fix cars too’ I added jokingly
`Well I would like to learn’ he added quickly. His voice was not as camp as I would have imagined but it was definitely a little more feminine than any boys his age.
My mind was instantly in a spin with all of the nifty stories I have ever read leaping to the fore.