The Cyclists

One of my passions to de-stress at the weekend is to go for long cycle rides in the countryside. As a regular driver myself, I try to keep out of the way of motorists, as some seem to have a death wish on other road users. I wear light blue lycra shorts and top. It feels so nice and shows off my slim body.

Many times I've been fantasizing as I'm riding and had to stop for a wank, usually in a field or behind a hedge. When I've finished, I shove my dick back in my tight shorts and a damp spot appears as the last drops of cum seep through.

I also often need to piss, which is much the same procedure. I rarely get home without a tell-tell stain. One time I really needed a piss, but I was in an urban area. By the time I found a quiet place, I was so desperate, I started pissing myself as I dismounted.

All I could do is hold the bike in front of me and let it run down my legs and turning the front of my shorts dark blue. Back on the bike, the damp material rubbed on my dick, giving me a stiffy, so I lay on a grassy bank, took my cock out and stroked it till I shot cum over my top. Putting my cock away, the last dribbles of cum mixing with the piss.

Back home, I hit the shower. Thoughts of the morning gave me another hard-on and inevitably came in the shower. This became a 'thing' I'd often do out of pure devilment. I found pissing myself and wanking in the open a real turn-on. Then one time, it was a beautifully warm sunny day. I lay on a grassy bank down a deserted country lane, took my dick out and gently stroked it. I must have drifted off, as I was awakened by another hand on my cock.

A young guy about 20 was wanking me and playing with himself with his other hand. I wanted to stop him, but felt powerless. He leaned over and took me in his mouth, still jacking the base of my cock. It didn't take long to explode down his throat, as he came over himself. Jimmy introduced himself, apologised, saying I was too inviting.

He lives quite close to me, so we cycled home together. Once home, we showered, I lent him a T-shirt and shorts and we chilled in the garden over a couple of beers. I asked what his plans for the day were. He smiled, said it looked like they'd just been changed for the better. He kissed me, our lips parted and tongues danced together.

I showed him to my bedroom. We fell on the bed, kissing, hands roaming everywhere, tops and shorts discarded. He was beautiful. About 5'9", short fair hair and smiley eyes. His muscles were defined and a lovely treasure trail led down to an impressive cock.

We were getting very excited, very quickly, so I slowed him down a bit. We had all day. Eventually, we were laid on our sides in a 69. His tongue was magic on me. I took him in my mouth, then licked his shaved balls and on round to his crack. Pulling his cheeks apart, my tongue found his hole, making him groan with pleasure.

I inserted one, then two fingers, gently opening him up till he begged to be fucked. I wanted it to last longer, so I turned round and we kissed some more, but my fingers found his hole again.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube I squirted some on his arse and more on myself. He straddled me and guided himself down on my pole, then bent down so we could kiss before he started bobbing up and down and wanking himself.

I could feel my orgasm brewing, so to his disappointment, I pulled him off me. I wanted the pleasure to last. We lay beside each other again, kissing and running hands over our bodies, feeling his warmth. I mounted him, sliding gently in, taking long, steady strokes, frequently stopping to kiss.

I built up speed, wanking him at the same time. His grunts became louder, he took over the wanking till he shot high into the air, the first blast clearing his head, the second landing on his chin, the rest covering his body.

As he came, he clenched his arse muscles and I filled him with pulses of cum. I collapsed on top of him, his juices gluing itself between us. We drifted off for a while,

After, I fixed sandwiches and coffee and chilled for a while, before dressing, swapping numbers and agreeing to meet next week.

I can't wait.