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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.
 

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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.
What a hot story!
 

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Wow. I love all the small details you include in your story. It’s like being there in the shower with you and Chris. Something like this kinda happened with me when I was out running a couple of years ago and met this other runner. We were both shirtless and liked what we saw. He invited me over to his place and we didn’t even make it into the shower before our mouths were on each other's cock. A cooldown shower came later.
 

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Hot report of an excellent ride!!
No anonymous meet ups like that for me:(
I did cycle to preplanned meet ups a few times.;)
The stories of those meet ups at a guy's home, and with a friend you know, and sometimes at the gym are one I likely told you. Some time we can have a "review session.";)
 

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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.
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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.
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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.
Your story got me so hard and horny. Exquisite writing. Thank you man.
 

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Chris and I rode together one or two days every weekend. We soon fell into a wonderful relationship, one that neither of us had ever experienced. In short, we became best friends in the finest sense. I suppose all of us had a buddy, a best friend, when we were growing up. Back then, we would confide in each other, mostly about our current fantasies or who we would be when we grew up and what sex would be like.

With Chris, the friendship was different than before. We were both confident, gay men, successful in our careers, single but with a long line of relationships behind each of us. Much of our talk was retrospective. When did we have our first inklings of sexual awareness? When did we realize we were gay? What was our first sexual experience like? What did we like to do most with another guy? Or, ourselves when we masturbated?

We were open and honest with one another. While we were both now assured in our gay personas, we had arrived there by very different routes. I knew I was gay from the day I felt a sexual attraction to another person. Chris had those same feelings, but he confessed to not realizing what they were, or if they were “normal.” It wasn’t until college that he accepted that he was gay, and he came fully out of the closet.

Our friendship was both emotional and physical, but there was a line that we didn’t cross and that was anal intercourse. We never made a formal decision about this; it just seemed to happen. I’m guessing we thought it was something we reserved for a casual fuck buddy or a lover, and we didn’t see ourselves like that, but as best friends instead. Often, we would spend an entire day lost in conversation and nothing more. Other days we couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. Some days we went for long bike rides and nothing more before returning, totally exhausted, to our homes,

The physical side of our relationship was special and something we each cherished. We felt no rush to orgasm in our sex play. Instead, we took the time to explore every inch of our bodies and ask what gave each of us the most pleasure. Was it a touch? Where? A special lick of the tongue? The way we took one another’s cock completely into our throats? A favorite for each of us was giving a massage to the other, one lying there, completely relaxed, lost in the pleasure of surrendering himself to the other, savoring every touch, stroke, lick, swallow, or deep throated kiss.

My favorite was giving Chris a massage, having him lie there, softly moaning as he gave his body completely over to me. He had a fine coat for downy, blond hair on his chest which I loved running my hands through, feeling the tingle on my fingertips. His abs were smooth except for his treasure trail which ran from his chest and merged into the coarser blond hair of his pubes. His legs were covered in curly blond hair, and unlike most serious cyclists, neither of us shaved our legs. He loved it when I lay a hand on each ankle and slowly worked my way upwards along his legs. Like most cyclists, the muscles in his legs were rock solid. I would take a detour around his cock before continuing upward, running my hands up his chest and running circles around his pecs before caressing his scruffy beard. I let him lick and suck on my finger tips before I slowly moved downward, stopping to stroke his engorged cock and cup his balls. His body would jerk forward and stiffen as I ran a finger up along his frenulum and pulled his foreskin up and over his glans before rubbing his foreskin in circles around it.

Other times, I would lean over Chris’s prone body and press mine against his, savoring the feeling of closeness, letting my erection snuggle between his legs up and against his balls. I would stroke my hard penis up and down along his, frenulum against frenulum and then lift myself several inches higher and very slowly advance my erection up along his treasure trail to the cleft between his pecs. Then, I would shift over to the left or right to one of Chris’s nipples and let my precum drip onto them. I would circle each nipple with the tip of my penis which drove Chris crazy, to the point of his begging me to stop. Gliding my cock back to the middle of his chest, I’d advance slowly upwards onto his scraggly chin, finally resting the tip of my penis up against his lips. Chris would gently suck out the precum that was dripping from me before extending his tongue and running circles around my glans and the groove of my corona. I loved it when he took me completely into his mouth and sucked in and out, stroking my frenulum with his tongue as he did so. The feeling was absolutely electrifying, my whole body trembling as I tried to maintain my balance over Chris.

I am cut, and Chris never hesitated to compliment me on the look and feel of my penis. I loved and was enthralled by Chris’s long, floppy foreskin. When flaccid, his foreskin hung over the tip of his penis by an inch or so, and he remained covered when erect. Chris, like me, is a precum gusher, and I loved nothing more that sucking up his precum as it dripped from the opening at the end of his foreskin. Better yet, I loved grabbing his foreskin tightly by my lips and extending my tongue into the opening. Chris would cry out as my tongue touched the head of his cock, and he would quiver as I grazed around it with my tongue and then further down along his frenulum. I would pull his foreskin down, and his exposed penis was gorgeous. His inner foreskin was a deep pink with curved ridges just below the corona on the front side. His naked glans ranged from a light to a cherry to a ruby and finally a purplish red as he came closer and closer to cumming. We rarely came in each other’s mouths, nor swallow, but we each took great pleasure in stroking the other’s penis with cupped fingers as he came closer to cumming, feeling his cock getting harder and harder, twitching and then throbbing before a fountain of cum erupted onto his abs and chest. I loved rubbing Chris’s cum into his downy chest hair, watching it glisten as his fur melted and lay flat on his skin. Often, after I jerked Chris to orgasm, I would jerk myself off and spurt my cum onto his body, pools of my cum mixing with his. Here was the essence of our manhood on his chest and abs, so close and mingling with each other’s. At times, I would use my fingers to mix our pools of cum together and then touch my dripping fingertips to his and then my lips, an intimate variation of becoming blood brothers.

Chris and I were deliriously happy with our relationship. Neither of us knew at the time where it would lead.