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JP and I had been friends for a long time, since elementary school and often hung out. We even went to the same university together and studied physiotherapy, but he specialised in cycling while I branched off into swimming. It wasn’t much different to our part time jobs – him at the local cycle store and me, a popular swimwear chain (which was HOT because you could help guys ‘fit’ their swimsuit or see them in their underwear when they asked for different sizes or styles while changing…. Maybe JP had the same experience with lycra cycling outfits… I never asked!)
It wasn’t often that we both had a Saturday off and when we realised, JP asked me if I wanted to come for a ride with him and his dad. JP’s dad was kinda hot. A right dilf. A fit, broad shouldered man with slightly curly dark hair, tanned skin and deep emerald eyes surrounded by dark lashes. It was hard not to have palpitations when he looked your way. But I never let on.
So, ride it was. I was more of a swimmer than a rider but my fitness was pretty good. I figured it would be fine. I pulled on some swimming shorts and a sleeveless top that showed off my deltoids well and headed on over the JP’s place.
I was waiting outside and rang the doorbell. ‘Round the back’, JP’s voice rang out and I knew the way. Upon turning the corner, JP had his bike upside down and was oiling the chain (should I be doing that, too? I thought).
JP was sitting on the ground and we chatted away while he spun the chain and mopped up the spills. He stood up and flipped the bike over in one deft move. It was then that I looked at his ass – clad in tight lycra spandex clinging tightly to his figure and leaving nothing, and I mean nothing to the imagination.
He spun the bike around just as his dad (James) came around the corner pushing his bike towards us.
‘Morning Guy’, James said. I didn’t know what to say. My eyes clapped on first JP’s bulge in his cycling shorts and then his dad’s. My mouth worked open and closed but there wasn’t any sound coming out of it.
JP took one look at me, me looking at the two packed bulges in cycling shorts, my mouth gaping and started laughing. Breaking from my reverie, I looked up to the mirth in his eyes. ‘What?’ I asked, and JP just laughed before saying, ‘what? Never seen a bloke in cycling shorts before?’
Truthfully, I shook my head with a bit of a smirk. ‘No’
James came over and just clicked the chin strap together before swinging his leg over the racing bike and said, ‘let’s go’.
We were on the open road, not far from JP’s house when his cell phone went off – tucked into a clever little side pocket of the spandex so it wouldn’t fall out when in motion. We all stopped and he took the call. Someone had called in sick to the bike shop and there was a large delivery arriving today. JP looked crestfallen and apologised before turning his bike back towards town and promising he’d get off as soon as he could (mind the pun).
I looked over at James, JP’s dad. He just shrugged and said ‘well, I’m still going – you still wanna come?’
What an invitation… I didn’t win the prize for the best outfit for cycling, but James certainly filled that spandex well. Needless to say we rode off, away from town while poor JP went to work.
After almost 2 hours of ruthless hills and trails, we arrived back at the house. I was stiff and sore and knew that I had pushed myself beyond the limits of my ability. James, on the other hand, seemed to take all of this in his stride, professionally parking up his bicycle and in one, very impressive move, lift his leg over the bike and park the cycle up against the wall.
I tried to do the same. Yup, my legs gave way, turning to jelly once hitting solid ground and falling on my ass, bike about to collapse on top of me as well.
A strong hand appeared at the last moment and grabbed my bike by the seat – narrowly avoiding concussing me.
I looked up at James, ‘damn Mr P, I thought you might be taking me to the hospital if you didn’t catch that one’.
James flashed me a wicked grin and with one swoop, lifted my bike up, off both its wheels and propped it up against his own.
‘You OK?’ He asked as he turned back to me.
It was hard, sitting on the ground when he was standing directly in front of me NOT to look at the massive bulge in his cycling shorts. I did notice his hand reach down and offer it to me to help me get up.
I managed to leaver myself up with the help of his strong grip and grunted with the effort. I let go of his hand and rocked back a bit before James darted to my side and slid a strong arm around my waist.
‘Easy tiger’, he said, supporting my weight, ‘let’s get you inside’, and crab walked me through the back door into the kitchen.
James fixed me a glass of water after sitting me down at the table. ‘Here, drink this’, he said.
Obediently, I sipped on the water while I looked up at his rugged, handsome face and emerald eyes. ‘Um, I think I over did it a bit, Mr P’, I said between sips.
‘Yes mate, you certainly did by the looks of things. Can you stand?’
I steadied myself on the edge of the table and tried to rise. My thighs turned to jelly and my calves felt like they fell off, so sat down again.
‘Hmmm. Stay here. I think I know what you need’, James said as he left the kitchen.
Distracted by my legs not working properly, I spent a bit of time sipping my water before he returned. Placing his strong arm around my waist, he gathered me up and frog marched me towards the master bedroom.
Inside the ensuite, there was one of those large, glass shower enclosures that had nozzles all over the place and could be closed off to become a steam room and it was filled with steam – some of which was escaping out the slight crack in the door.
‘Here’, James said as he propped me up against the basin. He knelt down (my cock began to stir immediately) and undid my shoes, taking them and my socks off before standing again and lifting my shirt over my head. Yup – my cock was definitely getting hard and I must have placed my hands over my shorts.
But, to make matters worse, he kicked off his cycling cleat shoes and then the socks before taking one arm out of his wrestling style, all in one cycling outfit and then the other and rolling it down.
I nearly came in my shorts. Fuck me. This guy was HOT. Never had I thought I’d see JP’s dad this naked and he wasn’t even naked. Naked enough – or not enough, I was in a daze. He must be 20 years older than me but fit and slightly narrow of waist. Broad shoulders, a decent chest and not really a ‘dad bod’ but not a muscle God either – just, him.
Brown nipples with a brush of dark hair on his chest and pits. He reached over and grabbed me by my shoulders and walked me towards the steam room shower enclosure. I could have sworn that his lycra bulge brushed up against my butt a few times in the several steps it took to get there. My cock was getting harder and it was getting more difficult to disguise. Slightly tenting up my waistband, there was not really much point in putting my hands over it anymore – if he sees it, he sees it!
James grabbed me by the waist and helped me step over the threshold into the misty interior of the enclosure. I figured that that was that and leaned over to grab the edge of a purpose built bench sticking out of the wall and hauled myself onto it. I figured James would just leave me there to soak in the steam and heat for a while but, no. Following me in, he closed the door behind him.
It was kinda misty and I took another peak at his bulging cycling shorts. A hand immediately shot to my cock and gave it a cheeky rub – surely he didn’t see in all this mist?
James reached for something on a shelf and knelt down. ‘Here’, he said, opening up something he was holding. He upended it and spilt some of the contents over my legs – oil. It was warm and cool at the same time, sending a shiver down my spine. But that wasn’t the end of it. James started using his strong hands to rub the oil over my calves, my knees and then to my thighs.
‘If you don’t want those shorts to get all oily Guy’, he said, not even looking up, ‘you might want to slip them off’.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I unknotted the string and pulled on the Velcro fly, making a ripping sound before sliding them down. James took care of the rest, pulling them down and tossing them to one side. NOW my cock was really exposed. It was poking out the waistband of my underwear which was becoming increasingly translucent in the steam.
James knelt before me and was taking his time rubbing in the oil. Working his way first up my left leg from ankle to thigh and then the right. Each time he came closer and closer to my ball sack and my cock was frankly, throbbing.
He looked me directly in my eyes and shot me a cheeky grin. ‘Those can go too, if you want’, he said as he glanced down at my underwear and exposed cock.
Fuck… YEAH! I thought and without skipping a beat, pulled my underwear off.
All constraints gone, my cock slapped up against my abs – tight from swimming training and tan lines from summer swim squad in the outside pool. James blatantly looked at my cock and continued his massaging, eyes firmly focussed on my hard cock slip sliding around in the moist steam that had condensed on my abs.
Closer and closer he came to my balls and harder and harder my cock became. I looked down to see strings of precum sticking to my abs and making spider web patterns as it moved with his massaging moves.
I looked down and could make out a thick, growing rod down one of the legs of James’ cycling shorts. Shit…. Is this really happening?
‘Lean back’, James said is a soothing voice.
I did so and his deft, oily hands slid up my thighs and only my ball sack. I nearly shot my load there and then. It felt so good. His massive, strong hands cupping and massaging my ball sack and back down to my thighs. No…. please, do it again – it mustn’t be a mistake.
His oily hands slid up and down my thighs and onto my balls – then my abs and then clipping the head of my sticky cock. He did this a few times before actually taking my whole shaft into his hand.
I gasped and he took his hand away. Reassuringly, I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my cock, looking at him and his rugged face and green eyes. ‘Please don’t stop’, I said huskily.
James took a moment and stepped back a bit before peeling off the rest of his one piece. His thick cock sprang out, crowned by a tuft of black hair and a magnificent pair of balls hanging low in his dark sack. I was officially in heaven.
He placed more oil on his hand and ran it over his chest and let it slowly dribble down until it got to his pubes. I leaned forward and rubbed that spillage onto his cock and with the other hand, his balls.
James exhaled loudly and swayed with each of my strokes, enjoying the attention and the oil in the steamy room. His thick cock in my hand was long and cut with a bulbous head. Slightly darker skin than his chest and stomach and his ball sack hung down about three inches lower than his cock. I was fixated and couldn’t take my eyes of the veiny monster in my hand.
He pushed me back against the wall and knelt before me. First, he went down and started licking my own floppy sack, slick with steam and oil, resting on the bench. One ball at a time was washed by his expert tongue before he managed to get both of them in his mouth and gave them a slight tug. I knew that if I even touched my cock that it would simply explode so I concentrated on pinching my nipples and revelling in his attentions.
He licked the inside of my thighs and worked his way up to my abs, licking each one in its definition before descending onto my cock. Slow and attentively, he sucked my cock. He licked off the spider web precum then went down the whole shaft, almost all the way to my trimmed pubes.
I pinched at my nipples and felt waves of pleasure move from the top of my scalp all the way to my feet, radiating off me like the heat in the steam room. Fuck, he was good.
At one point, I had to stop him as he started using his hand on my shaft as he sucked up and down on my hard rod of a cock because any more of that and I WAS going to explode. I took both his arms and brought him up to standing in front of me.
Without losing an eye, I leaned forward and took a giant mouthful of his ball sack. Each ball was far too big for me to repeat his trick of both at once in my mouth so I just concentrated on one at a time. James oiled up his cock once more, dripping a little on my face while sucking his sack but I didn’t care. His hand stroked his own thick cock while I lathered his sack with my tongue.
I worked my way up to his cock and took a mouthful. It was a bit oily and I wanted to taste more of his salty precum than the oil itself, but just having that thick veiny cock in my mouth was so erotic, I thought little of it.
I sucked his cock up and down while gently squeezing and tugging at his ball sack. Moans of pleasure left James’ mouth as he leaned back, head thrown back in pleasure. This was so fucking hot, I was back to stroking my own cock and balls, edging to find that sweet spot where the pangs of an orgasm begin but don’t splurge my white, stringy cum out just yet. James had other plans for me before then.
Putting a strong hand on my chest, James pushed me back again against the wall, letting his hard cock slap against his belly and he hooked both his arms under my knees, sliding me down and laying me on my back. Once more he knelt before me and this time, his tongue explored my hole. Sliding expertly around and inside my manc*t he oiled it first with his saliva and then with one, then two fingers.
Sliding his fingers in and out of my slick hole, he poured more oil over them, my balls, cock and rubbed them to get enough on his hand to lube up his own. He was going to fuck me. He’d loosened up my ass enough that he didn’t need to apply much pressure as his slowly slid in the head of his cock.
As it crowned, I gave a little gasp and James looked me in the eye. I gave a reassuring nod as inch by inch, he slid his whole 8 inches into my ass. Stretched and full, I stroked my own cock and relaxed to be fucked by this man. I wanted him to fuck me and while he started slowly moving in and out of my ass, I knew with a fury of passion that I needed to be pounded.
‘Fuck me’, I moaned, writhing on the slick, wet, steamy bench, ‘fuck me hard Mr P’, I said and looked at his handsome face. James upped the tempo and I began to moan. Yes! Yes! He was fucking me hard – so hard that each stroke sent his sack slapping against mine and while might be thought of as painful, made the whole experience hotter and such a basic instinct of man on man sex.
James pounded me while he reached forward and stroked my cock and slid his hands around my ball sack, tugging on them slightly. I let out a low, guttural moan and let the waves of pleasure wash over me.
I reached for my own cock and stroked it with a renewed passion – feeling the cum boiling up in my sack and wanting to burst out. James kept pounding my ass and in a loud groan I announced ‘I’m gonna cum!’
James kept pounding and tugging on my sack. I kept stroking before, with a massive groan, shot string after string of white cum all over my chest, my face and frankly, the wall behind me. James didn’t miss a beat but kept going, allowing me to enjoy the pleasure of my orgasm as well as his thick cock up my ass.
Once I had relaxed a bit, James was still on fire and bursting with testosterone. He pulled his cock out after one more deep thrust and moved to stand over my already, cum drenched chest. He reached over to bring my head up and supported my neck before saying ‘take my load’ and seeking permission with his eyes.
I passionately opened my mouth and leaned to take his cock. I wanted this. I wanted his load. I wanted him to blow his seed inside my mouth and down my throat. James continued to stroke his oiled up and with abandon before with his whole body shuddering, filled my mouth with wave after wave of slightly salty cum. His load was so much that most of it leaked out the corners of my lips and joined my own flood on my chest.
James slowed down and his cock slipped in and out of my mouth. Allowing him to enjoy the pleasure of his own orgasm before his cockhead became too sensitive and he slid out a slowly softening shaft.
Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Holy fuck. I think I just had the best sex of my life. Fuckety fuck fuck.
James looked relieved and stroked his own cock a bit, enjoying the after sensation of blowing a massive load. I had been doing the same to my own the whole time and my skin was shining in the steam, but felt like it was covered in shivering goose pimples.
Wave after wave of pleasure ran down my spine and we both took a moment to relax. James sat down next to me and I adjusted myself to sit up again. We leant into each other. Two healthy biceps pressing against one another.
James read my mind as he iterated, ‘Fuuuuuuuuck’ with a big, satisfied sigh.
‘Yup’, I said as I reached across and stroked his softening monster rod.
James gave a little laugh and reached for my own, which I defended of course as if he had touched it, would have sent me into a fit of hysterics.
We just looked at each other for a moment and took in the warmth of the steam. Brushing off some of the condensation and sweat that had build up during out episode and flicking it to the floor.
‘So?’
‘So?’ I replied.
‘Feeling better?’
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Did I? My ass was filled and my ball sack drained, I was covered in both my and his cum and he was asking me if I was OK? What leg pain?
I managed to stand and wobble a bit, so James gave me a steading arm. We washed off the oil and cum and clambered out of the steam room chamber before getting dressed, James getting me some of JP’s clothes to wear.
Oh shit! JP.
As the front door audibly closed, closely followed by a familiar voice shouting out ‘Hello!’
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