Eric was riding very fast hoping no one would notice what he was wearing for a racing jersey. His jersey though colorful, was actually lingerie so light it breathed well and was virtually transparent. He did not plan on stopping so nobody could see he was practically naked. At least while he was in the riding position you could not see his cock and balls. He rode harder to prevent anybody from catching up to him. But then he noticed his front tire was losing air.
Nearby was the bicycle shop and Eric decided he would have to go there for a tire repair. Everyday Eric, a college boy athlete 18 years old, learned new things in life and sports never knowing how his outlook on life might change. He had a thin build and was very fit. Right now his main goal was to win a bicycle race. Eric was building up his stamina daily. He forgot about the embarrassing see through make shift jersey he had on and went to the bike shop. At least it was starting to get dark and maybe no one would notice anything.
Eric rode his 33 speed racing bike with Shimano gears, hydraulic disc brakes, and 700mm carbon fiber wheels, to the shop. He wore slick colorful racing clothes, but his secret was they were not really a racing uniform. All his money had gone into the bike, and he needed something comfortable and slick on the saddle, so he got a two piece sheer fitting lingerie pajamas set. The bright colors disguised it. They didn't have a heavy lining or cup so his genital package was in plain view if one looked, but this did allow better air flow.
Sarah was just leaving the bicycle shop with her bike when she saw Eric ride up. He was handsome and had quite the style with the colorful riding gear. She noticed his riding gear was so sheer that she could see his whole body as if practically naked. When he slid off his saddle she got a clear view of his genital package shape and size, and he had a nice butt. She memorized it all with photographic memory, that she could amplify and play back at will. Sarah's puffy nipples grew hard and stood out.
Vince the shop owner saw him slide off the saddle. He was fit and Vince instantly recognized the potential winner in Eric. Vince grinned to himself when he noticed the "racing suit" Eric had on.
Vince said, "It is closing time, but come on in. I see you need to get that tire fixed right away."
Eric pushed the bike in the door while Vince shut the door behind them turning off the outside light and turning on the "closed" neon light. They took the bike on into the repair area in the back of the shop. Looking around Eric saw the repair area, a partitioned area for viewing training videos, and another area with a training exerciser with a computer display.
"Come right in here," Vince motioned toward the video room which also had a refrigerator and a serving bar for snacks and sandwiches. He turned on the video screen and turned down the background lights. He motioned toward the chair in front of the video screen. As he guided Eric to the chair with one hand on Eric's hip he could feel how soft and slick the material was.
Eric did not have any interest in men at all, but Vince's hand on his hip electrified him. Eric had not had any human contact in weeks, especially sexual contact. It was like someone rubbed his erogenous zone and his cock started to get hard. Eric was glad to hide it by sitting down.
"This video will demonstrate some race tactics and self incentives for consistent winning. These are race secrets and every winner must have secrets," Vince explained. "You can watch this while I repair your tire, and check your bike."
Eric passively thought about his racing "jersey" being his secret.
While Vince turned on the video he noticed that Eric's cock was semi hard. His race training videos had some subliminal messages blended in for developing winners. Vince went to the fridge and poured a drink for Eric. On the refill he mixed it stronger. For his slight body it didn't take much for Eric to get drunk.
As the video played it showed training techniques, passing maneuvers, and other racing tactics. Vince had mixed in subliminal secret incentives.
Progressing through the video Eric could feel after effects of his cock hardening but tried to concentrate on the video much as if he were the rider on the screen over taking some other riders sprinting uphill. He had a taste in his mouth that he couldn't place but forced himself to concentrate harder on the film struggling to take the lead. As in many races Eric started to breathe through his mouth only subconsciously his lips formed a circle.
Subconsciously he had a flash vision of Vince sucking his cock, but this caused him to concentrate even more. Reciprocally he had a flash vision of himself sucking Vince's cock. This was subconscious like a flash dream that you don't remember when you wake up. At the end of the film he took the checkered flag and the winners jacket and there were young ladies advertising sports underwear cheering him, hugging and kissing him in congratulations. These beautiful women were still showing when Vince gently commented, "Hey you are going to stain your jersey! Let me remove those for you."
While Eric's hands were occupied by a drink, and a small snack sandwich, Vince deftly reached to the band on Eric's lingerie jersey pulled it away from Eric's rock hard cock. He pulled the lingerie down in front and back hooking the band in the front and sliding his hand down in the back down the crack. Holding Eric's butt cheek firmly with one hand and pulling the lingerie down past Eric's knees with the other allowed a natural motion of his head sliding down Eric's stomach and before Eric could react, his cock was fully into Vince's mouth.
Eric could feel the hot breath but Vince's head blocked the view and he could only imagine what he thought he felt. But soon he felt a swallowing motion that had to be Vince's throat, and at the same time he felt Vince's hand slide under his balls while the other hand lifted his ass cheeks.
Vince had dipped his finger into an open container of personal lube under the bench and his finger slid into Eric's asshole easily pushing out semen from his prostate gland. Lifting butt cheeks, and lifting by the asshole and crotch, Vince caused Eric's rock hard cock to extend further and harder into his throat. It had been weeks since Eric had allowed himself any sex and suddenly his cock exploded an extra large load of cum directly into Vince's mouth. All this had happened so nonchalantly and quickly that Eric had been taken completely off guard, and was drunkenly surprised.
Eric's cock remained hard causing confusion as he didn't know what to do now.
Gently Vince removed his finger, and pulled away from Eric's cock. He stood up while Eric was still a captive audience looking at the screen with both hands occupied. Vince stood up and while Eric formed a face again of mouth breathing, Vince rubbed his cock on Eric's lips and pushed in. Within a few pumps, Vince came with volleys into Eric's mouth.
Eric was stunned. He tasted the cum in his mouth, moving it around with his tongue not knowing what to do with it, and finally swallowed it licking the rest off the cockhead that was still in his mouth. Not wanting to have any more cum in his mouth he licked the rest off the cockhead, twirling his tongue all around it. He tasted the penis skin and the flare of the helmet, sucking slightly.
