Hookup while Biking

You know you’re getting old when you can remember the days before Grinder and Scruff when you had a dial-up modem and things like AOL chat and more importantly, gay.com chat rooms.

It’s pushing 20 years ago now, but in my 20s I spent a lot of time entering various rooms on gay.com to find my next husband and most likely that is where the thrill of the flirt started with me.

I had just been fired from a job as an editor and so was taking some time to re-discover myself. I got a part-time job at a local deli which allowed me to do things like Mt. Bike, tan in a speedo and climb mountains. All the important things in a young gay man’s life.

I barely could pay the rent on a monthly basis, but it was a good time all things considered and I have to confess, I was a bit of a whore. Would leave the door open for tops to breed me (in those days I used condoms mostly), would get fucked in the back seat of cars, had a bareback bottom buddy who was married and loved me cumming in his ass an hour or two before his doctor husband would come home etc.

Anyway, I had been chatting with an older muscle guy who said he liked to bike as well so as our first meet I suggested we go for a ride around the local reservoir which lately I had taken to doing speed runs around it to see how fast I could do the nearly 10mile loop.

During our chats, it was no holds barred, he was a big dicked top and although a bit too much of a gym bunny for my tastes, he had a gorgeous body, huge arms and from what he said and showed me with the grainy webcam photos of the day, a really thick 8” cock.

Because I biked and hiked a lot, I have to confess that I had a great bubble butt and legs that looked awesome so I made sure to put on some cargo shorts that were just tight enough to show the goods but still practical for our little biking adventure.

I have never gotten into wearing spandex while biking but when I met him, he was right out of a magazine for what to wear if you’re a gay muscle guy with a big knob who wants attention. Tight spandex shorts, a biking jersey with some logo or something on it and the shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his cock.

I was a bit more moderate in a tight t-shirt and my cargo shorts but off we went bantering away as we casually made our way to the reservoir.

I remember how hot it was that day and as a result the bike path was really quiet as most people would be staying out of the heat but around the path we went and eventually go to the far end of the reservoir where the river flows into it and down onto the flats where it isn’t really marshy, but more tall grasses and trees.

“Man, can we please take a break,” he asked laughing, I had forgotten than not everyone was a speed demon while going around the reservoir and so we pulled off the path and into the tall grasses. Again, there was literally no-one around on the paths that days and the sun was belting down.

“Wanna catch some rays,” he asked.

I shrugged approval and started to pull off my sticky t-shirt. Underneath my cargo shorts, even though I don’t like spandex shorts, I had worn a bright red speedo and so after unbuckling my shoes and dropping my shorts, I stood before this muscle god in nothing more than a speedo which got quite the smile from him.

“Nice speedo” he chuckled has he tugged his jersey off and started to peel off his spandex.

Now whereas I was being modest in wearing a speedo, he stripped completely naked and you could instantly tell that he either tanned in a salon or naked sunbathing was his thing because whereas I had some hot tan lines across my butt, he had none and his tan was 100% totally perfect in consistency.

No matter, we arranged our clothing on the grasses and laid down to get some sun but obviously, getting a darker tan wasn’t the priority for either of us because as soon as we laid down, both of us were rubbing our dicks; me through the fabric of my speedo and he was jerking his fat dick in plain sight.

Not that anyone could see us where we were. We’d more likely be seen by a black bear or something but even they were probably avoiding the heat that day.

After a while of us showing off to each other, I decided I may as well join the naked fun so stripped off the speedo and crawled between his legs for some cock.

Laying down I can remember how gorgeous his body was. Every muscle had definition and his dick was not the biggest but it was an impressive dick so I eagerly got it into my mouth and started to blow him with the sun tanning my now exposed backside.

I slobbered on his knob for a long time enjoying the blowjob I was giving him and he seemed to be enjoying it as well because he put his hands behind his head and stared up into the sky hardly moving or even making a sound.

He sat up on his elbows at one point and with one arm, started to stroke the back of my head while looking at me with a grin that betrayed my next position.

Hardly a word was spoken, he started to move and as a result I let his dick pop out of my mouth. I stayed in the position I had been in which was basically on all fours and he stood up, walked around behind and got down on his knees.

“Are you clean?” he asked as he stroked his cock.

Before I could finish saying, “Yup, regularly tested,” he was spitting on my ass and fingering my hole.

Now bike outfits aren’t the most accommodating in terms of storage so neither of us had a rubber, lube or poppers anyway but we both wanted it, so he started to push his fat knob against my pucker and slowly slid in me raw.

My dick was achingly hard and I think it was because as I stayed on all fours with my dick dangling between my legs some of the grass was ticking the head of my cock.

I don’t even remember the guy’s name but he fucked me nice and slow from behind for a long time and after a while I was using one arm to prop me up and the other to jerk my cock.

“Oh god I’m gonna cum,” I shouted as he intensified his pumping.

I couldn’t hold back any longer so blew a load all over the grass and seconds later he pulled out of my ass and jerked a messay load all over my sweaty now sunburnt back and ass cheeks (doesn’t take much for us blond haired guys to get a sun burn and I had only put sunscreen on the exposed parts).

We caught our breath there in the grass and guzzled what water we had available.

“You go on ahead,” he said, which was clearly his way of telling me, “fuck off kid, get lost.”

Not that I cared, I got what I wanted, so got dressed, got back into my bike shoes and rode away for home.

I had forgotten about the cum splatters all across my back though because when I got back to the apartment my roommate had just gotten home from work and made some comment like, “What happened to your shirt, did you get shit on by a pigeon?”

“Probably,” I muttered, “You know me, I get in the zone when biking.”

I never heard from the guy again which suits me fine and when I think about it, not sure I ever knew his name and oddly, we never even kissed…just a bike ride and a hot fuck in the woods.