The Cyclists

Wednesday had been dreadful, the phone never stopped ringing, moaning emails, boss in a bad mood. I couldn't wait for 5pm to come, so I could log off, fuck off and go for a beer.

I had a couple in the local, picked up a take-away and a bottle of wine and planned a chill out evening and an early night. At home, I ate, threw the office clothes on the floor, and plonked a loose top and jogging shorts on.

I put the TV on, more for company than anything, as it was the usual garbage of soaps and third-rate films. About 8.00, there was a knock on the door, I ignored it. They knocked again, so I went to answer it and give whoever it was a piece of my mind, my mood hadn't lightened.

I opened the door to the beaming smile of Jimmy, holding a bunch of flowers and a package. I was gobsmacked. I quickly composed myself and invited him in. He followed me through to the kitchen, where I could put the flowers in water and get another wine glass.

He put his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine. I poured the wine, he said the package had the shorts and T I had lent him Sunday. We chatted and I unloaded the events of my day onto him.

After a few minutes of my rant, he took my head into his hands and pulled me into a long, sensitive kiss. When I came up for air, I apologised for going off on one. We made out on the sofa. His top came off, I kissed his neck and nipples, making them stiffen.

I lost my top and he kissed me down over my chest, licked my nipples, then down to my treasure trail and back up.  I let him take the lead, it felt great just giving myself to him. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, we kissed more passionately, before he worked his way down my body again. easing my joggers down.

My cock sprang over the waistband and he tenderly kissed up and down the shaft, fondling my balls, before working his way back up. I was under his spell and wondered what he'd do next. Still kissing, he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his jeans and let them slide to the floor.

He was wearing a yellow Diesel jockstrap, with his stiff dick already poking out of one side and glistening. He pushed me gently down onto the bed till his cock came into line with my mouth. He pushed it in and started fucking my face.

The smell of his mustiness was intoxicating. He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled beside me. We kissed and cuddled for ages. He asked me to roll onto my tummy. He straddled me and massaged my shoulders, releasing the tensed muscles.

He worked his way down my back, rubbing his fingers into me, I felt his balls slide over my crack and then back again as he worked his way back to my shoulders. Still straddling me, he kissed and licked his way down again.

When he came to my buttocks, he eased them apart and he licked down to my hole and tongue fucked me. I had never been rimmed. I put my hands under my head and swam in the pleasure being given to me. He was kissing my neck again, I felt his mushroom head against my hole.

This was an entirely new experience, as I'd always topped. I succumbed to him and yelped as he pushed himself in. He pulled out again and leaned over for the lube. With us both greased up, he pushed in again. It all felt so natural.

He asked if I was ok, I just murmured. He raised himself up into the push-up position and started oh so slow, gentle, long strokes. It was Heaven. He pulled out and asked me to turn over. My cock sprang into the air. He sat on top of me and guided my shaft into himself.

He lifted himself up a little so I could start fucking him, but I noticed he didn't wank himself. I told him I was getting close, so he pulled off me, lifted my legs in the air and slammed back into me, pounding me hard. Without touching my dick, jets of cum covered my body. Jimmy slammed harder, then held still as he filled my bowels.

He leaned over and we cradled each other, the best de-stress I could have imagined. We didn't bother dressing, but went back to the sofa and poured some wine. We kissed and cuddled, it was nearly midnight when he dressed and left, promising to see me Sunday.

I picked up the package. Inside were my clothes and the shorts he was wearing when we met. I slept in them, dreaming of the evening. Am I falling in love or lust?