The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing late afternoon sun, intent on doing its worst before twilight set in, he stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, and the storm...
I went down into the valley again last week. The valley runs right through my home town from the south border up to Lake Ontario. Since my childhood we have used it for hiking in, birdwatching, fishing, even swimming. When I reached mid high school I became aware of another attraction. Over the course of a few decades various places in the valley have been...
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...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * His wife Becky was out of town on business for a week and Chad took the opportunity to go jogging Friday afternoon by the lake. Chad was in pretty good shape but found himself huffing for breath and sat down on a bench overlooking the jogging path and the lake. It was a good vi...
It was just another Tuesday in the office, I was bored, alone, and as usual thinking about choices. The fact that I thought about being with a man was a given, I'd been thinking about that pretty much everyday since I was 19. But would today be another day when I read Literotica and jerked off all over my chest at my desk (I work alone) or would it be a day...
My college campus is set in the hills above a small coastal town. One of the pleasures of my commute is that long, smooth bike path that leads from the highest point on campus to the Main Entrance at the foot of the hill. Before the longest stretch of downhill, there is a slight crest amongst the rolling golden hills. At the peak, heading off the bike path i...
I love riding my bike through the city. It's fun, cars are mostly polite and make way for you. You can ignore most of the signs if you like and not get into trouble. Mostly it's fun. Then there's the weather. It makes things decidedly less enjoyable. And that's where I found myself, soaked to the skin, at the stage of cycling apathy where pedaling was a mec...
Besotted with Phil © Alex Carr 2010 "Are we meeting tonight, Phil?" "What you mean, Pete is are we fucking tonight!" "Well -put that way yes - so? "Pick you up after work, usual place, Pete, we can have a meal out and a glass and then back to my place?" "That's fine" I said. "You must surely have r -e- a -d my mi- nd" Phil continued, his signal bad the...
Mike bounced out of bed at dawn as he always did and while drinking his morning juice thought of the route he would jog. He had several, which he rotated, but the park track was one he had not done for a while as it tended to be overcrowded in the summer months. It was chilly out, but Mike put on the new outfit he had bought a few days before. It was bright...
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...