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I’m an avid cyclist, and usually put in 50+ miles several days a week. On a recent ride I stopped at a roadside bench for a rest and to take in the view. After a few minutes, another cyclist rode by, stopped and asked if he could share the bench. I always like to talk to other cyclists, compare bikes, and talk about our rides, so I said, “Yes, of course.”
We both had top-notch, carbon frame bikes with electronic shifting and relished comparing our bicycles. His name was Chris, and we really hit it off, talking about our rides and other interests. He was strikingly handsome, blond, his face looking like his namesake, Chris Hemsworth. We both were wearing tight fitting, cycling jerseys and shorts. He was well built with solid pecs and legs chiseled from many miles of cycling. His arms were covered in a blond down, and a patch of blond hair poked out from the top of his shirt. Unlike most avid cyclists who shave their legs, Chris’s legs, like mine, were natural, his covered with curly blond hair. As we talked, I tried copping a closer look at his body out of the corner of my eyes. It may have been my imagination, but I thought he was doing the same. After some 20 minutes or so of chatting, we wished each other a good ride, and we hit the rode again, going our separate ways.
About two weeks later, I was riding through the town where Chis lived. I looked up and to my delight saw Chris riding towards me. We both stopped and said how glad we were to come across each other again. He had just returned from a long ride and was hot and sweaty, as was I. He said he just lived a few blocks away and invited me over for a rest and a cold drink. I happily said yes.
A few minutes later, we parked our bikes in his garage and went inside. Chris rummaged around the fridge, pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and poured each of us a tall glassful. We sat down at the table, relished the drinks and talked about our day’s rides. After we downed our drinks, Chris asked if I would like to see the rest of the house. A classic mid-century, I had earlier admired it when we were outside. The kitchen had recently been redone and was bright and airy. Large glass panels surrounded the living room, letting in the light. The master bathroom was gorgeous with a double set of sinks, a jacuzzi and an open shower with two shower heads. I was really impressed when out of the blue, Chris said he was he was going to take a shower to clean off the sweat and road grime, and he started to strip down.
“You’re welcome to join me,” he said.
I was game. I watched as he removed his jersey and shorts as I took mine off too. His naked body was gorgeous. Solid pecs were covered with a fine, blond fur leading down into a treasure trail across his bare abs before merging into his pubes. Unlike me, he was uncut, with a long, floppy foreskin hanging from the tip of his cock.
I followed him into the shower, and we each turned one of the two shower heads and soaped up. There was no conversation, but we weren’t shy like most guys in the showers of a locker room. As we turned about, we both looked at the other from head to tow, each enjoying what he saw.
“Mind soaping up my back?” Chris asked. Before waiting for an answer, he turned off his shower, stepped closer and turned his back toward me. I grabbed the soap, sudsed up my hands and started to wash his back, first in slow, circular motions between his shoulders. I could feel his back muscles relax, and I then washed the full length of his back up and down. Suddenly, Chris stepped backwards and pressed his body against mine. I placed my arms around him and washed his chest with my still soapy hands. I loved the way his chest hair tickled my fingers. My cock was beginning to stiffen and rise up between his legs. My hands now followed his treasure trail downward until I encountered his bush. I kept going, slid my fingers down the length of his still soft cock and pulled his long foreskin gently downward. I was now hard as a rock, my cock between his legs, its head pushing against his balls. I could feel his penis rapidly swelling in swift spurts timed with each of his heartbeats. As his cock lengthened, Chris’s foreskin snapped backwards until it was a taut, rippled ringlet, bunched up just below the corona of his glans. His erection was straight as a rod, unlike mine which had a gentle, upwards curve to it.
I began to slowly thrust my cock back and forth between his legs in time with my strokes of his erection. We each quietly moaned, and I kept this up for several minutes.
Chris then pulled away and turned toward me, our cocks bumping into each other. We lowered our hands and encircled our two cocks, stroking them in unison and rubbing them against each other.
“I want to dock my cock with yours,” he said.
This has always been one of my fantasies, as yet unfulfilled. Before I could say a word, Chris grabbed hold of his cock and pulled his foreskin forward until it extended past its tip. He then grabbed his foreskin at its tip and pulled up and out creating a circular opening. He stepped toward me and touched the opening against the tip of my cock. Chris pulled his foreskin up and over my glans, encircling it completely and extending a bit down my shaft. He let go, and his foreskin snapped tight against my glans, held in place as his ridged band contracted in the groove of my corona. I never felt such as exquisite sensation before, ever, and my knees quivered ever so slightly. My cock was completely surrounded by another man’s!
I reached down and grasped Chris’s foreskin where our two cocks were joined head to head. It felt so strange feeling the familiar outline of my glans and that of another man’s, but through the foreskin that was cradling both of them. Slowly, I began stroking back and forth, Chris’s foreskin holding in place as the tips of our erections moved back and forth underneath. I’m a precum gusher, and my precum, added, I’m sure, to Chris’s, made the sliding virtually frictionless. My penis had never experienced such exquisite sensations before.
Suddenly, my cock stiffened even more, and my whole body tensed up, the feelings of an impending orgasm coming on strong. I tried to hold back as best I could, but it was hopeless. As my back arched backwards, Chris knew instinctively what was happening. He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me even closer. I felt my penis wildly throbbing, and then I exploded, shooting my cum beneath Chris’s foreskin. I could feel his foreskin bulging slightly as my cum filled the space beneath it. I never had had such an explosive, satisfying orgasm ever before. I was completely spent, my knees almost collapsing under me, but Chris’s arms, still holding me tight, held me up.
Slowly, I pulled my penis out of Chris’s foreskin. My cum dribbled out, and I was able to catch most of it in my cupped hand. I grabbed Chris’s cock with that hand and began to stroke it, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his glans. Chris moaned gently, his head leaning on my shoulder, his arms still around me. He moans soon came quicker and quicker, and I could feel his cock growing harder in my hand. His whole body quivered, his arms squeezing me tightly, as he let out a muffled cry. He shot his cum in my cupped hand where it mixed with my own. I rubbed my hands together as Chris let go of his hug, I placed one hand on my chest, the other hand on his, and I slid them around, rubbing our cums through the hairs of our chests. Our eyes locked, we both smiled and not a word was said. We rinsed off and dried ourselves.
“I looking forward to bike rides together,” Chris said.
“So am I,” I responded.
We both had top-notch, carbon frame bikes with electronic shifting and relished comparing our bicycles. His name was Chris, and we really hit it off, talking about our rides and other interests. He was strikingly handsome, blond, his face looking like his namesake, Chris Hemsworth. We both were wearing tight fitting, cycling jerseys and shorts. He was well built with solid pecs and legs chiseled from many miles of cycling. His arms were covered in a blond down, and a patch of blond hair poked out from the top of his shirt. Unlike most avid cyclists who shave their legs, Chris’s legs, like mine, were natural, his covered with curly blond hair. As we talked, I tried copping a closer look at his body out of the corner of my eyes. It may have been my imagination, but I thought he was doing the same. After some 20 minutes or so of chatting, we wished each other a good ride, and we hit the rode again, going our separate ways.
About two weeks later, I was riding through the town where Chis lived. I looked up and to my delight saw Chris riding towards me. We both stopped and said how glad we were to come across each other again. He had just returned from a long ride and was hot and sweaty, as was I. He said he just lived a few blocks away and invited me over for a rest and a cold drink. I happily said yes.
A few minutes later, we parked our bikes in his garage and went inside. Chris rummaged around the fridge, pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and poured each of us a tall glassful. We sat down at the table, relished the drinks and talked about our day’s rides. After we downed our drinks, Chris asked if I would like to see the rest of the house. A classic mid-century, I had earlier admired it when we were outside. The kitchen had recently been redone and was bright and airy. Large glass panels surrounded the living room, letting in the light. The master bathroom was gorgeous with a double set of sinks, a jacuzzi and an open shower with two shower heads. I was really impressed when out of the blue, Chris said he was he was going to take a shower to clean off the sweat and road grime, and he started to strip down.
“You’re welcome to join me,” he said.
I was game. I watched as he removed his jersey and shorts as I took mine off too. His naked body was gorgeous. Solid pecs were covered with a fine, blond fur leading down into a treasure trail across his bare abs before merging into his pubes. Unlike me, he was uncut, with a long, floppy foreskin hanging from the tip of his cock.
I followed him into the shower, and we each turned one of the two shower heads and soaped up. There was no conversation, but we weren’t shy like most guys in the showers of a locker room. As we turned about, we both looked at the other from head to tow, each enjoying what he saw.
“Mind soaping up my back?” Chris asked. Before waiting for an answer, he turned off his shower, stepped closer and turned his back toward me. I grabbed the soap, sudsed up my hands and started to wash his back, first in slow, circular motions between his shoulders. I could feel his back muscles relax, and I then washed the full length of his back up and down. Suddenly, Chris stepped backwards and pressed his body against mine. I placed my arms around him and washed his chest with my still soapy hands. I loved the way his chest hair tickled my fingers. My cock was beginning to stiffen and rise up between his legs. My hands now followed his treasure trail downward until I encountered his bush. I kept going, slid my fingers down the length of his still soft cock and pulled his long foreskin gently downward. I was now hard as a rock, my cock between his legs, its head pushing against his balls. I could feel his penis rapidly swelling in swift spurts timed with each of his heartbeats. As his cock lengthened, Chris’s foreskin snapped backwards until it was a taut, rippled ringlet, bunched up just below the corona of his glans. His erection was straight as a rod, unlike mine which had a gentle, upwards curve to it.
I began to slowly thrust my cock back and forth between his legs in time with my strokes of his erection. We each quietly moaned, and I kept this up for several minutes.
Chris then pulled away and turned toward me, our cocks bumping into each other. We lowered our hands and encircled our two cocks, stroking them in unison and rubbing them against each other.
“I want to dock my cock with yours,” he said.
This has always been one of my fantasies, as yet unfulfilled. Before I could say a word, Chris grabbed hold of his cock and pulled his foreskin forward until it extended past its tip. He then grabbed his foreskin at its tip and pulled up and out creating a circular opening. He stepped toward me and touched the opening against the tip of my cock. Chris pulled his foreskin up and over my glans, encircling it completely and extending a bit down my shaft. He let go, and his foreskin snapped tight against my glans, held in place as his ridged band contracted in the groove of my corona. I never felt such as exquisite sensation before, ever, and my knees quivered ever so slightly. My cock was completely surrounded by another man’s!
I reached down and grasped Chris’s foreskin where our two cocks were joined head to head. It felt so strange feeling the familiar outline of my glans and that of another man’s, but through the foreskin that was cradling both of them. Slowly, I began stroking back and forth, Chris’s foreskin holding in place as the tips of our erections moved back and forth underneath. I’m a precum gusher, and my precum, added, I’m sure, to Chris’s, made the sliding virtually frictionless. My penis had never experienced such exquisite sensations before.
Suddenly, my cock stiffened even more, and my whole body tensed up, the feelings of an impending orgasm coming on strong. I tried to hold back as best I could, but it was hopeless. As my back arched backwards, Chris knew instinctively what was happening. He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me even closer. I felt my penis wildly throbbing, and then I exploded, shooting my cum beneath Chris’s foreskin. I could feel his foreskin bulging slightly as my cum filled the space beneath it. I never had had such an explosive, satisfying orgasm ever before. I was completely spent, my knees almost collapsing under me, but Chris’s arms, still holding me tight, held me up.
Slowly, I pulled my penis out of Chris’s foreskin. My cum dribbled out, and I was able to catch most of it in my cupped hand. I grabbed Chris’s cock with that hand and began to stroke it, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his glans. Chris moaned gently, his head leaning on my shoulder, his arms still around me. He moans soon came quicker and quicker, and I could feel his cock growing harder in my hand. His whole body quivered, his arms squeezing me tightly, as he let out a muffled cry. He shot his cum in my cupped hand where it mixed with my own. I rubbed my hands together as Chris let go of his hug, I placed one hand on my chest, the other hand on his, and I slid them around, rubbing our cums through the hairs of our chests. Our eyes locked, we both smiled and not a word was said. We rinsed off and dried ourselves.
“I looking forward to bike rides together,” Chris said.
“So am I,” I responded.