2005 Story Archive

Bicycle Repair
By Bambino Rojo

"Come on, Dad, please!" Mikey pleaded, his ten year old voice whining more than he really wanted. "It's been a week now and I really need my bike fixed. I'd do it myself but I don't know how. I need your help."

"Look son," his father said, sitting shirtless on the couch in his shorts, reading the paper. "Someday, when you're older, you'll understand that Daddy's have more important things to do then fix little boy's bicycles." Fred unconsciously adjusted his manhood in the loose fitting sweat shorts, but otherwise barely looked up from his newspaper. "And right now I've got a lot of work to do, so beat it!"

"But...?" Mikey strained to hold back tears. "You don't know how hard it is to be a kid without a bike. I mean, what if YOU had to go a week without your car!"

"Look," Fred said angrily, slamming the paper down, "I told you, I'll get to it when I get to it, okay!? Now stop bothering me!"

In tears Mikey finally turned and started to run from the living room, then suddenly spun on his father, shouting, "I wish you were a little kid again! Then you'd know what it's like to need your bike fixed and not know how to do it!" And with that he ran crying to his room.

Fred tried to ignore it, reaching into his shorts once again to scratch his suddenly tingling pubic area, then returning to his paper. He wanted to forget about it, like always, but try as he might for some reason, this time, the image of that beautiful boy's bike hanging in the garage kept calling to him. 'I guess a bike is a pretty cool thing," He found himself thinking, suddenly. "In fact, bikes are the coolest things around."

Unable to account for his strange thoughts, and unaware of the odd physical changes happening to him, Fred got up and started toward the garage. 'I guess I should fix that bike,' he thought, hardly noticing how he had to keep pulling up on his shorts to keep them from falling off. Suddenly they were so big and loose. And with each step, Fred changed.

By the time he got to the garage Fred was feeling very different about things but seemed totally unaware of the dramatic physical changes that were happening to him. The garage seemed bigger, somehow, he thought, but looking at the shiny bicycle hanging there his little boy eyes went wide and he forgot about everything else.

"Pretty bike," he said, and forgot even about holding up his pants as he reached toward it. A brief tumble and Fred spilled forward onto his hands and knees, his oversized shorts suddenly tangled about his ankles. He slipped out easily and without any concern for his nakedness the five year old stood up, leaving his shorts blissfully behind as he toddled over to the pretty bike, growing younger with each step.

Soon the three-year-old daddy was looking up at the shinny bike with the big wheel with a puzzled expression on his face. He thought he was supposed to do something with it, but he could see it was broken now, so he couldn't play with it! Did he think he was going to fix it!? Somehow he thought he was going to, but now the idea seemed silly as he couldn't recall anything about fixing big boy bikes.

"Da... Dad!?" Mikey's voice called out in shock as he entered the garage and saw the naked child standing beyond his father's discarded shorts, staring up at the bike.

'Dad?!?' As if triggered by the word Fred's mind began to reel as he suddenly recognized the horror of his situation. What the hell? This was all wrong! He wasn't a little kid, he was the father! He wasn't supposed to be like this! Unconsciously his hand went down and clutched at his little boy's penis, instinctively grabbing himself for some kind of comfort. A rush of painful, childish emotion began to well up in him. He wanted to turn and run back inside, back to the couch, back to where he was a big grown-up daddy-man, but it was too late!

Clinging to his little winkie, two-year old Freddy sat back with a small thud onto his little tushy and bawled like the baby he was. This can't be happening, he thought! Moments earlier, he knew, he'd been a man, an adult, a father even! Now, suddenly, he was nothing but a helplessly crying, naked little boy. All his grown up knowledge was gone. As he put his thumb in his mouth and began to suck he continued to clutch his tiny boyhood and all he could do was stare up at the pretty two-wheeler bike whimpering and wishing he were a big boy again, like Mikey. Maybe someday, he thought, if he was a good boy, Mikey would help him learn how to ride it.

Bicycle Repair by BambinoRojo