Jim arrived just after noon, the weather was great and being mid-week we should not hit a lot of traffic. We did a quick review of the planned route, there were 3 bridges not far from where I live, and the rest was a fun ride on nice scenic twisty road. We updated our respective GPS and headed out.
The 1st bridge was only about 10 miles away, nice structure with great backdrops. Naturally we took bike glamor shots and engaged in some ritual foreplay. The second bridge was only another couple of miles except a little more private. Again, glam shots of the bikes for the scrap book. This bridge had a path down to the creek and what looked like a nice trout pool. We walked down to check it out for future reference. Jim turned and reached down undo my riding pants fished my cock out and dropped to his knees and began greedily sucking. Just as I was starting to get erect, he popped back up and declared this should count towards the "Sex on the Bridge" merit badge. Bastard, payback will be achieved later.
We hopped back on our bikes and quickly made it to the third bridge. This one was more touristy, so we had to settle for some more glam shots of our bikes. The rest of the ride was perfect, with great roads, spectacular scenery and no Subaru's clogging the roads at 5 MPH below the speed limit. Two and half hours later we arrived back at my place, yanked our gear off and parked on the back patio with a couple cans of a great local IPA.
I suggested we both grab a quick shower to freshen up and I could start the burgers I had prepped earlier in the day. Jim went first and changed into some gym shorts he had brought along. I followed along and make a mental note to move up the timeline of the bathroom renovation for a bigger shower.
Back on the patio I fired up the grill and as it was warming up, I took the opportunity to start stroking Jim's cock through his shorts, he began to return the favor.
"Thanks for the great ride today, I have never really explored this section of the state."
"No problem but I do believe you initiated some nice head earlier, you know this will result is prolonged edging session"
"Well, being we are both in our 60's might as well prolong it, the days of multiple orgasms are but a memory."
I had to agree with him, but lustful desire remained.
We finished up the burgers and salad and relaxed again with a couple more beers. This time I took the initiative and dropped down in front of where Jim was sitting and started tugging at his shorts. He hitched up to accommodate and soon his prick was free. I wasted no time beginning to stroke him hard and he wasted no time in getting hard.
I quickly began sucking him and fondling his ball sack. Warm summer days straddling a bike seat is a blessing for ball sacs. The hot weather releases all tension causing the skin to just melt into a soft supple texture. Jim has a nice set of balls which were contained in an expansive pouch, just rolling around begging to be fondled. I was having fun sucking and stroking him and watching his nuts move freely on their own.
The only draw back was, hair, yup Jim was furry guy.
Being we had the evening to kill I broached the subject, "Hey, could I give you hair cut to smooth things up down here?"
Jim stammered a bit saying he was not into being bald, and I assured him that I would like to trim him up like I kept myself. About 3/4" of bush on top, but smooth on the shaft and sack. For emphasis I put his cock back in my mouth for a couple good sucks then licked his shaft up and down settling on his hairy balls. I purposely latched onto a sac pub with my teeth and plucked it out.
