It was a hot day in June when i went on my first cycling trip with Pete. I was 18, he was a year older & we'd decided to head off to the country for some 'R&R' while off work. For mile after mile, i watched his ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically until my cock was pressing painfully against my thigh! When we made a stop, i got off the bike with some difficulty & he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch,
"Whatβs brought that on?" he asked.
"Must be the heat" i winked as i adjusted myself.
"Yeah, it sure is hot", he grinned, looking at me & the innuendo made my cock swell even harder.
"I'm surprised you could even ride with that in the way!"
"No problem man, i just rise up out of the saddle!"
We laughed & sat behind a hedgerow by the road to eat, passing a bottle back & forth as we got our breath back. After a time he asked,
"Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?"
"Well, almost" i admitted, as i was semi-hard & couldn't get the image of his supple ass out of my mind.
"We can stay here until you're ready" he said, looking me meaningfully in the eyes & i looked down to see his cock was straining against the front of his shorts. I caught my breath & hesitated for a moment, then reached over to grasp his fat tool through the thin material,
"Mmmmm, thatβs a fine feeling", he gasped & he reached over to stroke my shaft as we kissed lightly, then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack.