I rode up to the small bridge above the creek near the most remote end of the bike path and stopped for a moment, leaning on the wooden rail. I was sweating, satisfied with my work out, and with my fast pace. All the weight I had lost in the spring and summer was making my cycling more and more fun. I was enjoying the peaceful quiet.....the crickets, the b...
Saturday morning saw me at Dundee railway station, walking my bicycle towards the large group of cyclists which had gathered beside the Tay road bridge. This was the weekend charity cycle from Dundee to Pitlochry and back, to raise funds for testicular cancer research. There were dozens of cyclist gathered, waiting for the cycle to start. This was going to...
All characters in this story are above the age of consent (18). The story and its characters are all fictional (even though I wish they were not). I love hearing your comments so please leave one. I love to get messages from my readers. * Behind schedule, over budget, and never good enough for the client, status quo for a creative director; that was my sit...
It was a hot day in June when i went on my first cycling trip with Pete. I was 18, he was a year older & we'd decided to head off to the country for some 'R&R' while off work. For mile after mile, i watched his ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically until my cock was pressing painfully against my thigh! When we made a stop, i got off the bike with some di...
*This is a work of fiction and my fantasy continues. Characters are over 18 yrs.* *** After my shift ended I rode home. On the ride I was giddy with anticipation of what was to come. I couldn't stop thinking about sucking Dr C's cock and swallowing his cum. I had to stand up to pedal because the movement of my legs when sitting down was creating a friction...
This is a brief but true story of a recent unexpected encounter. So I went for a bike ride, it was the dog end of a warm autumn afternoon and there was hardly anyone about. And yes, I rode by the cruising area down by the beach, no one there either. A guy was coming off the beach, a jogger. We gave each other second glances but I thought he was checking to...
Being the fairly remote tiny country town's schoolboy cycling champion was not enough. I had to get to the big smoke to improve my speed if I was ever to really excel in my chosen sport. I needed some really stiff competition if I wanted to stand out in my last season as a junior. My 18th birthday and senior ranks coming up I was told that if I could find...
My name is Ryan, and I'm a soigneur (pronounced "swan-yure") for an all-male professional cycling team. I'm 26 years old, a former mountain biker and road cyclist who had to leave competitive riding due to an injury (ruined my knee on a wicked downhill). I tried to work in the "real" world, but I found that I missed the cycling world so much that I was miser...
I encourage you to read the previous chapters to understand the characters. Feedback and input is appreciated. ————————— I was awakened by the wife shaking my shoulder and kissing me on the forehead. "How's my gay hubby doing? Did you enjoy getting fucked like a woman last night? I want you to tell me all about it. Let's go down to the cafe and you can...
It's not for me, Simon was walking to the underground from a meeting in Soho, he stopped outside a sex shop window, captivated by a stunning rubber clinging short dress, he was imagining wearing it, a young man came up beside him pushing a bicycle, "That's fabulous is it, it would look great on you" "It's not for me," Simon mumbled going red. "Oh, undo...