Chapter 10: What Strange Thoughts These
Riding a bike on a windy day..., well..., it sucks. Unless you have a rider in front of you breaking the wind and you can draft off their bike, then it is not so bad. And if the rider in front of you has a nice looking ass, then it is even better! Amir is in front of me and the way he is riding, I don't think the wind is bothering him too much. And his ass, well it looks better then most women's that I know or seen, and I have been fooled by his in the past, but it is still nice to look at. I save about 20% of my energy by drafting off him. The one good thing about riding into the wind, is that when you ride back the wind is behind you and Mr. Wind is now your friend. But Amir is 30 or so years younger then I am and even drafting off of him he is starting to wear me down, but we are soon at the lake, the turning point of our bike ride.
Stopping and getting off our bikes, Amir looks at me and says, "George, very windy today."
"You know Amir, I noticed that too."
"George, you drafted off me to here. How could notice?"
I laugh out loud, pick up my bike and walk off towards the woods.
Amir laughs too, picking up his bike we walk towards the woods. Amir trips on something in the grass before we are at the edge of the woods and falls. I reach out only able to grab his bicycle as he falls to the ground, but I do prevent him from being tangled in his bike. Looking at Amir on the ground I know in a glance he is okay, raising one eyebrow I look at him and say, "Winder then you thought," implying he was more tired then he allowed himself to show.
"No, George. I trip. Something in grass I no see."
"Yea right," not cutting him any slack, then I start laughing. But as I look around I see what he tripped over, I stop laughing as cold chills run up and down my spine.
Amir jumps up and looks to where I am looking. Bending over he picks up the broken baseball bat from last night. "Strange place for a bat. No?"
"Yes, strange place," I reply and start walking through the woods with Amir behind me.
"Swim, George?"
"Yes, swim."
We start removing our riding clothes and as I watch Amir undress I think about our first time we did this together. Even with all of the sex I just recently had I feel myself getting aroused, must be the residual effects of the drugs, I think. Amir is one in a million, he has the natural grace and build of a truly beautiful woman. He notices me looking at him and if I am not mistaken I think he is blushing but it difficult to tell due to his dark skin, but then I see a slight smile cross his face. Soon we are both out of cycling clothes and Amir walks towards me. As he gets closer I open my arms to him and we hug.
He feels my hardness against him and an audible sigh escapes his lip. With his face against my chest he whispers, "George?"