Singletrac

A buddy of mine lives in Bend. We meet once or twice a year to mountain bike around Bend. I live in Corvallis, Oregon. There are a few decent trails near my home, but the trails and weather in Central Oregon are much more conducive to riding.

My buddy, Dave, is in real estate there in Bend. He has a modest house, he's never been married, he's had a few girlfriends over the years, but he never got serious about any of them. I chalked it up to his being picky. I typically stay at Dave's house in his spare bedroom. We go on 2-3 rides, eat dinner out and then just hang out and shoot the shit at his place until we retire to recharge for the next day. We have been doing this for about 10-plus years now.

I typically meet Dave on a Friday, late afternoon at the Maston Trails parking lot. The Maston Rim trail is a local favorite and is a good, low-stress ride. On this one occasion, I meet Dave there. He is a little late, which is no big deal, since he has to drive from Bend right after work to meet me there. We exchange greetings, talk about rides we can do that weekend, where we could eat, etc. I follow Dave down the trail. Dave is very fit, about six-foot-two--I always have a hard time keeping up with him. The ride takes us about an hour and a half. Great workout. We plan to hit Red Robin in Bend--a burger and beer sounds good.

After a 20-minute wait, we are seated in the bar area. A trim, cute waitress takes our drinks order--her eyes linger a bit on Dave, who is, without a doubt, a nice-looking dude. As we wait for the beers, Dave looks intently at me. I actually don't know him very well, so I don't know what this look exactly means, but I assume something is wrong. "Everything okay?" I ask. The waitress brings our beers and asks if we're ready to order. Cheeseburger, medium rare for me. Dave orders the same.

As if the waitress had never arrived, Dave says, "Everything is fine. I have been just thinking about something the past few weeks."

"Yeah?" I prompt.

"It has a lot to do with you," he says, quickly looking down. I notice his cheeks flush red. My first thought is that I have done something to piss him off, but I can't think of one thing. I sometimes take a few days to return texts or phone calls, but that's about it.

"Really? What's up?" I ask, a little concerned about where this conversation was going.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but please don't judge me." He adjusts himself in his barstool; his eyes cut to me. "I'm into dudes." There's a bit of a pause; it takes me a second to register and understand what he said, as well as relate it where I fit in. Still looking straight at me, he continues, "I'm into you. I have been for years, but have been afraid and ashamed of possibly affecting our friendship."

So, there it is. Out in the open. To myself: First off, I don't know why something like that would affect our friendship. I'm not judgmental for the most part, especially about that, since those thoughts have occasionally crossed my mind, but I feel I would never act on them; I wouldn't know how to act on them. Second, I think you are a nice, great-looking, fit guy. I'm flattered that you are into me, and I guess in some, subconscious way, I am into you, but would never even consider it, since we are friends. But this piece of information has suddenly opened my eyes; a tingle begins spreading throughout my body.

To Dave: "So, tell me what you mean by into. Dave, this is affecting our friendship, but in a different way than you would probably expect." The tingles spread and are accompanied by warmth.

Obviously, Dave is taken aback by my sudden and frank response. His eyes soften and a smile spreads across his face. "I think of being with you--in intimate ways. Maybe I've said too much. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I say, my mind spinning with Dave's words, intimate ways. "I'll be honest, it's not like I have never thought similar things, but I would never think of acting on them. Does that make sense?" I felt my face flush. Dave's smile doesn't dim.

"What if we acted on them?" he asks. The tingles and warmth have fully enveloped me. I feel myself getting erect in my shorts. The burgers haven't even arrived yet. I don't want a burger. I find myself wanting Dave. I have never been with a dude, but Dave coupled with my imagination creates some pretty awesome images in my head. My cock is rock-hard now.

"I think that might be a good thing, but I am inexperienced," I say, flushing again.

"Well, I think we can both take care of that when we get back to my place," Dave says, his smile a little wider.

I can go into how we both sat there eating our burgers and sipping on our beers--I have two--but I won't, because it's boring compared to what we do when we get back to Dave's house.

I set my bag down on the bed in Dave's spare bedroom, my mind whirling, my cock still somewhat engorged. "I think we need to shower first," Dave says behind me. I turn, instantly looking down at his shorts, which reveals a considerable bulge.

"Okay," I say, "go ahead. I'll shower after you." I couldn't help but stare at his crotch, imagining the wonder behind the layers of fabric.

"How about we shower together?" Dave says, smiling. "It would save water and allow us to get to know each other better." He then slides his shorts and briefs down his long, biker legs, revealing an impressive, semi-hard, cut cock with a nice set of shaven balls. My cock nearly springs out of my shorts. I never realized a man's body--and a nice body at that--could do that to me.

Dave stands there as I remove my socks, tee shirt, shorts and then briefs, revealing my own package. As the briefs hit the floor, Dave moans quietly and moves toward me, his cock now at full attention and a good inch or so longer than my own. Dave has obviously done this before and knows what he is doing. He comes close enough so the tip of his cock touches me just below my chest--he's that much taller than I am. Dave slowly moves that cock back and forth across my lower chest, leaving streaks of pre-cum. I am thinking that this is the last thing I would have expected on this mountain biking trip, but I am also thinking it is right and feels so good.

My own hard cock occasionally rubs against Dave's right thigh, leaving its own trail of pre-jizz. I have not come in days, so my balls are full and ready to purge their precious cargo, hopefully on or in Dave. We move into the shower only touching each other with our hard cocks. The warm water feels good but so does Dave's cock. We manage to wash our hair with limited touching--this maddens me all the more. It is when we start lathering up that things get down to brass tacks.

Dave gets behind me and lathers up my back while pressing his cock lengthwise against my ass crack. He moves his immense, beautiful cock up and down and I slowly gyrate my ass, causing Dave to moan aloud. Dave reaches around and takes my stiff rod in his soapy hand and slowly strokes me. It feels so good. He then takes his other hand and slowly pries at my anus with one finger and then two, loosening me up for something that I yearn for but also fear--Dave's cock inside me. As he has two fingers inside me and is furiously jacking my cock, I know I'm not going to last. "Dave, I'm gonna come," I groan, wanting him to slow down but also not wanting him to stop.

"Okay, sorry," he says, easing off as that about-to-come feeling was warming my insides. We rinse off, dry off and head to Dave's bedroom. Dave pushes me back onto the bed and resumes his assault on my cock. He massages my balls while sucking expertly on the head and shaft of my pulsing pillar. I knew I wouldn't last and didn't care. "Fuck, Dave... I'm going to... come!" I nearly screamed, arching my back and releasing several days' worth of cum into Dave's waiting mouth.

Dave managed to swallow most of it and them squeezed some more out and licked my softening cock clean. "Good stuff," he said, smiling at me over my moist, half-mast cock.

I sat up and said, "Bring it over here." Dave knew what I meant and climbed up on the bed, his cock throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. He moaned aloud and put his hands on my shoulders as I began licking the pre-cum from his beastly cock.

It is not an exaggeration that Dave's cock nearly gags me--when it is only halfway in my mouth. It is something to behold and suck on. It is a privilege, an honor, a pleasure to handle that tool and hopefully help release its load.

I suck and jack and suck some more on that cock, but I start to feel that it will take more to milk Dave of his load. "Do you have some lube?" I ask, madly licking the head of his cock.

Pointing to a set of dresser drawers across the room, Dave says while moaning, "Top drawer, to the right of my socks."

After hopping up, grabbing the lube from the drawer and returning to the bed, I begin lubing my fingers and working them into my rectum, loosening things up for the beast. "Are you sure about this?" Dave asks, genuinely concerned.

Three fingers in and working to stretch even more, I say, "I think if we go slowly, it will be fine. If it's too painful, I'll let you know." I have a feeling it won't be too painful. I stand up on Dave's bed and begin to ease my way onto his cock. Slowly, so slowly I work my way down on it. Dave gently pushes up. It is painful at first, and just when I think we can't do it, the head of his massive cock makes it in--the most difficult part. Dave pushes a little. I can feel the head move deeper into my rectum.

"Holy shit, this is incredible," I exclaim, both palms of my hands on Dave's chest for leverage.

"You're telling me," he says, pushing his cock in a little deeper. After going about halfway down the shaft, I move up. "Oh, God," Dave groans, "we keep this up and I'll be filling you up soon."

When I move downward again, I go a little farther; the pain and pleasure are equal. I want Dave's whole cock inside me, but that's not very realistic at this point. I move up the shaft again, and I feel Dave's cock harden more as he groans loudly. Each of his hands is on one of my butt cheeks, supporting and controlling this incredible act.

After 6-7 more of those slow motions up and down Dave's cock, Dave nearly screams, "Fuck, I'm going to come so hard!" On the downward motion, I feel his already huge cock get just a little larger and harder. I then feel two heavy pulses of what is obviously his man juice shooting inside me and filling me up.

I stay on his cock as long possible before sliding off and feeling the warm wetness of his cum. "That was incredible," Dave says while breathing heavily. "I hope it wasn't too painful." He is smiling at me.

"A little, but it was worth it to feel you shoot inside me. We should probably do that again." We both laughed, knowing that we would definitely be doing something similar again (and again).