On the bicycle path

Paul went bicycling one morning, just as the sun was rising through the clouds. He crossed a young cyclist in an orange shirt and tight black shorts. They both smiled and continued their own way… to find out that the bicycle path winded in such a way that they crossed again and again, with a bigger smile each time. Paul told himself: “This cyclist is so cute; how can I approach him, how can I seduce him?” He had an idea, got off his bicycle, sat next to the path and massaged his leg as if he had a cramp.

As soon as the young cyclist approached him again, Paul winked and waved his hand nonchalantly. This was enough to catch the attention of the handsome dude who immediately stopped to see if everything was OK.

Hi there, did you have an accident?

No, just a light cramp (a white lie, he thought). Nice of you to inquire. What is your name?

I’m Jony… and you?

Paul. You are in great shape, very athletic body!

Thanks, I can give you a massage if you want.

That would certainly energize me, Jony.

They both moved towards a grassy area and Paul let Jony’s hand do the work. To encourage Jony and send a message, Paul gave him a pat on the buns and Jony kind of brushed lightly against his “patient”. There was excitement in the air!

Can you massage the thighs also? I feel some tension there.

No problem, they seem pretty firm to me.

Your hands have a magic touch and your smile is inviting…

What do you mean?

Can I thank you with a kiss?

Hum… I’ve never been kissed by a man.

But I think you would like that, am I right?

I guess so…

Paul did not loose one second and embraced Jony softly at first, then more passionately. The close wet contact triggered a bulge in each cyclist’s crotch. Paul pulled Jony toward him to exert a cock-to-cock pressure. “Feels good, hey Jony?” The answer was a moan of pleasure.

We can bicycle to my place, Jony. The least I can do is offer you a glass of lemonade… or more if you want.

That would be nice. I think I can learn from a mature man like you.

In no time, Paul and Jony were comfortably installed in a love seat, cuddling snuggly, kissing with frenzy. Paul molded Jony’s muscled pectorals and biceps, gradually moving to his firm ass, slowly undressing a radiant dark- skinned cyclist. The reaction was instinctive: Jony’s hard cock jolted in Paul’s face, begging for a caress.

Let’s go to my bedroom. We will be more comfortable.

Is your bed like a wrestling ring?

I see that you have something kinky in mind…

I am so aroused. It’s my first time with a man.

You will not regret it, believe me.

Once on the bed, the two cyclists became nude wrestlers. Paul applied a bit of oil to give Jony’s adorable body a sparkling shine and make him slide even more into his arms. They quickly ended up in the 69 position, sucking each other’s cock with appetite. Feeling that Jony was almost on the verge of cumming, Paul abruptly stopped:

Don’t cum now, the best is to come.

What do you mean?

I want to rim you.

What is that?

Paul did not have to explain in words. He just had to slide his tongue on Jony’s cock, balls and ass crack to reach the anus. “In French, we call it rosette or rose bud.” Paul darted Jony’s ass hole with frenzy. The young cute cyclist was initiated to rimming and was ready to explode. “Wait, I want to drink your nectar!” Back to the 69 position, both had a succulent milky drink. 100% homogenized or 100% Homo!

Jony was no more a virgin, he now dreamt of becoming Paul’s partner, on the bicycle path and on the erotic road. Maybe on the highway to Love!