Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. All the characters are consenting adults (over 18 years old).
Mike is a normal middle-aged, married male who has been fighting bisexual urges for a while.
The heat and humidity of the summer of '23 has caused Mike's desires and cravings to grow to an uncontrollable level.
Mike now has a weekly schedule:
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are spent with T and Mistress L.
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday are spent with Dennis and friend Rick.
Yesterday, on his way home from his meeting with Dennis and Rick, Mike found a man waiting for him along the trail. The man had photos of Mike, taken from his security cam in his yard. It showed Mike exposing himself as he rode past.
This man is now forcing Mike to make an additional stop on his way home to service him inside his musty old yard shed. Mike plans to comply going forward.
It's now Saturday. Yesterday Mike took the final step with Mistress L when he allowed Master T to take his anal virginity. He also was forced to ride home wearing a facial after his daily visit with "shed man".
He was nearly caught by his wife, but managed to make it to the shower before he was discovered.
We join Mike and his wife, Sandy, as they discuss their plans for the day.
Sandy is in a weekend golf league that plays every Saturday and Sunday during the summer.
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Saturday Morning
As I drank my coffee, my mind replayed yesterday's sordid events over and over. I still hadn't fully processed what I allowed myself to do with Mistress L and her husband. I was very conflicted by my feelings of arousal and shame that seemed to alternate in waves.
"You remember that I have golf from 11 to 3 today," Sandy said as she moved about the kitchen, "what are you going to do while I'm gone?"
"I'm going for another long bike ride today," I answered, "my fitness level feels like it's really improving."
"Have you ever thought about trying running," Sandy asked, "it seems like that would take you a level up with cardio."
"Not yet," I answered, "but I think that's next for me. I am taking a long ride today so I will be gone for almost 3 hours."
"Three hours is a very long ride," Sandy acknowledged, "I'm proud that you're taking your fitness so seriously. I also like the way it makes you look; your abs and booty are looking nice and tight."
"Oh really?" I laughed, "does my new body make you want to jump me?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself there, Spaz," Sandy smirked, "I was just paying you a compliment."
"How do I monetize these compliments," I asked coyly, "what good are tight abs and glutes if they are never put to use in a carnal capacity."
"Well maybe when I get home, you can use them on me," Sandy smiled, "that is, if you're not too tired from your 3-hour ride."
"I'm never too tired for that," I laughed, grabbing her ass as we embraced, "so is it a date?"
"If you're still in this mood when I get back, then yes," Sandy agreed, "but I remain skeptical that you won't be napping when I get home."
We finished our coffee and breakfast and went upstairs to shower and get ready for the day. Sandy left at 10 a.m. to make her 11 o'clock T-time and I was left alone with time to prepare before my 50-minute ride to Dennis's place. My arousal was building as I remembered our last meeting when they both dumped two loads down my throat. This time, I would also have to deal with "Shed Man" meaning I'd arrive home with 5 loads of cum in my stomach.
As these thoughts went through my head, I started to get very aroused. My arousal led me downstairs to the basement bathroom where I kept the bulb enema hidden. I decided to use it just in case I wanted to allow someone to fuck me this afternoon.
"I knew it!" the voice in my head screamed, "it wasn't a one-time thing. You've decided you like it, and you want to do it again."
I ignored the voice in my head and completed my preparation as I had done before. I headed back upstairs to put on my swimsuit for the 50-minute ride to Dennis's place. My yellow suit was still damp from all the sweat from yesterday's ride. So, I pulled out one of my new shorts for today's ride. They were a pair of black Lycra shorts, like cycling shorts but much shorter.
I pulled them on and noted how stretchy the fabric was. Once I had them on, I noticed that the shorts clung tightly, showing a lot more of my package than the other shorts had. While I admired myself in the mirror, the voice in my head tried to caution me about my exhibitionism.
I recalled the last time I rode to see Dennis and Rick, I decided to remove my swim trunks and ride naked for the last half mile. It was exhilarating. I was surprised at how much the risk enhanced my arousal. By the time I arrived, I was so aroused that I came within 3 minutes of walking in the door.
I thought about the trail to Dennis's again and tried to picture it in my mind. Dennis's place on Lake Ann was further from the suburban downtown area. I noticed that traffic on the trail dropped significantly once I was 5 miles or so away from the quaint downtown Excelsior area. I wondered if I could get away with public nudity again today, or if I just got lucky the last time.
Mistress L and Master T had unlocked a new level in my perspective. I was no longer experimenting with my bisexual urges. I realized that I was a full-on submissive and that I craved domination to enhance my sexual pleasure. By allowing myself to be dominated, I was letting others force me to do things I shouldn't want to do. It opened my mind up to some of my most secret deviant fantasies. It turns out that exhibitionism was becoming my new obsession. I wanted to display my depravity to the world as I dove more deeply into this lifestyle.
Back on the Trails
At noon, I got on my bike and started my ride. I left the neighborhood and hit the trails and a moderate pace. I slowed as I passed "Shed Man's" place and was relieved that he was not out in his yard. I continued, increasing my pace to cruising speed. Today was cooler than it had been for almost a fortnight. It was only 88 degrees, the perfect temperature for my long ride.
I passed walkers, riders, inline skaters, and even a few folks on the summer version of cross county skis. For the first few miles the trails were busy, and I had to focus on navigation rather than the meeting at my destination. The focus kept my mind busy and kept my cock from tenting my very revealing cycling shorts. The cooler weather must have also brought folks out of hiding.
After 30 minutes, I was deeper into the trails and further from the suburban downtown area. There were only a few people passing me after minutes of isolation on the shaded trails. I had 20 minutes left before I would arrive at Dennis's, and my mind was racing considering my intentions. I decided that I was going to fully submit to Dennis and Rick. I was going to tell them that when I arrived and live with the consequences.
The more I thought about submitting to Dennis and Rick, the more aroused I became. Soon, my cock was fully erect and tenting my black swimsuit very obviously. As I continued to ride, the head of my cock became sensitive to rubbing on the fabric and I needed relief. I reached down and let the head of my cock protrude over the waistband, in full public view.
I continued to ride like that for another minute or so until my arousal fueled my exhibitionism. I felt the need to increase my risk by adding public nudity to the mix. I still had 20 minutes left on my ride to Dennis's place. Could I strip here and ride the last 3 miles naked without being caught, I wondered. Over that distance the odds had to be better than 50/50 that I would be seen by someone.
Even so, my arousal pushed me past my better judgement. I slowed my bike and stepped off. I quickly removed my black cycling shorts and placed them over the seat so I wouldn't lose them. Within seconds, I was back on my way, riding down the trails naked. I loved the sensation of riding through the wind, naked. Especially since I was planning on fully submitting sexually to two strange men at my destination.
Naked Rider's Personal Best
My display of exhibitionism fueled my deviant mind, causing me to consider things I never have before. Would I let these two men fuck me today? Would I let them fuck both my holes at the same time? Where will they cum? What if I want them to stop? What was "Shed Man" going to do with me today after I offered him anything he wanted yesterday?
My bike continued down the trails with a deviant passenger lost in X-rated thoughts about his pending meeting. I was still alone on the trails with 15 minutes left in my journey. My cock pointed at the sky, swinging back and forth as I pedaled; my skin was shiny with sweat. My arousal was growing to an unmanageable level causing me to reach down and stroke my cock as I rode.
"You're jacking off, naked, in public!" the voice in my head screamed, "have you lost your mind?"
I ignored the warning and rode on; one hand on the handlebar, the other stroking my cock. I felt myself getting close and realized that I needed to slow down, or I'd blow my load before I even arrived. Up ahead on the trail I saw two figures at a distance that was too far to determine if they were headed toward me or away from me. The figures were on foot, so even if they were moving the same direction I was, I would still overtake them.
With just 10 minutes left in my ride, I rode past the spot where I had gotten naked last time. So far, I was on track to double my own personal best regarding exhibitionism on a bicycle. The figures ahead were now close enough to determine that they were indeed walking my direction. One of the walkers was taller than the other leading me to believe it was a man and a woman out for a walk.
"Get off the trail and put your shorts on!" the voice in my head screamed, "you're going to get caught."
Once again, I ignored the warning and rode on, knowing that it was inevitable that I was going to be seen. My heart was pounding in my chest as the distance between me and the two pedestrians closed rapidly. They were close enough now that I could see it was a man and a woman in their early thirties, out for a weekend walk on a Saturday afternoon.
I increased my speed to try to minimize my exposure, but it had little effect. As we passed each other, the woman looked at my naked crotch first and noticed my hard-on swinging back and forth while it pointed at the sky. She stopped in her tracks and put her hand over her mouth with a look of shock. Her man noticed her reaction and looked up at me and realized what had shocked her.
"Get some clothes on, you freak!" the man shouted as I passed.
I was relieved to notice that neither of them had a cell phone ready, so there would be no real proof of what they saw. I pedaled on, thrilled that I had survived the encounter without any major consequence. Even if they called the cops, I'd be off the trails in 5 minutes and safely inside Dennis's townhome. I was drowning in my lust for public nudity, and I was wondering if I'd be discovered by others on the trail.
Up ahead, I could finally see the trail exit that led to Dennis's neighborhood. I was surprised to see a young woman entering the trail where I planned to exit. She was dressed in running gear and putting in her earbuds, presumptively for a run on the trails. I slowed my pace as I approached the exit hoping she would turn and run in the opposite direction before I got there.
She found her playlist, put her phone in an armband holder and started a slow jog in my direction. We were only 50 yards apart and I could tell that she was noticing that something about me was off. At 30 yards she realized that I was riding naked, and a stern look appeared on her face. I looked straight ahead while I passed her.
