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Bi-Cyclists

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 11 Feb 2003 1 comments
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The first day of spring every year, Rick and Perry called in sick to work and headed up into the mountains for a bike ride. They would strip off their shirts and ride only wearing their tight bicycle shorts, their asses flexing as they rode higher and higher, the sun beating down on their bare, sweaty bodies. "This is awesome!" Rick said as they stopped. They sat on rocks and shared a water bottle. Perry took a sip and then squeezed the bottle so water dripped down Rick's muscular body. "Hey!" he laughed, standing up. "That's cold!" His crotch was even with Perry's face, and Perry could see Rick's cock swelling against the tight spandex of his bike shorts. "Could have fooled me," Perry teased. "Oh now you're getting it," Rick said, and tackled Perry. The men tussled on the ground. Perry felt Rick's now rock-solid prick pressing into his thigh, and let Rick roll him over his back. He pressed his hips up, rubbing his own awakening cock against Rick's thick log. "Still mad?" Perry asked. Rick held Perry's hands above his head, immobilizing him. He ground his hips in a slow circle, his heavy, stiff shaft stimulating the sensitive head of Perry's own cock. The spandex of their bike shorts slipped easily back and forth along their dicks. Perry ran his hands over Rick's muscular back. Rick straddled Perry's thighs and moved back. Perry could see pre-cum soaking through his shorts. "Do I look mad?" Rick asked. He slid his palm down over his straining cock. Perry glanced at the prominent bulge. He could see the outline of Rick's cock clearly, the bulging head, the veiny stalk, the heavy, kidney-shaped balls. "You look horny is what you look." "Very astute," Rick said, laying back down so their cocks pressed against each other through the slippery fabric of their shorts. He pinched Perry's nipples as the men dry-fucked each other, their dicks slipping over each other, heads pressing against balls and back up with each stroke. Perry clenched Rick's ass in his palms, squeezing the tight muscles as they flexed, driving each stroke as Rick drove himself up and down the length of Perry's aching dick. Rick was grunting loudly. "Yeah, let me fuck you, just like that. Your dick is so hard, let me rub my big cock on yours," he was saying. Perry humped back, driving his dick along Rick's long shaft, returning as good as he was getting. His balls twitched, trembled, and then he grunted, his cock squeezing out thick ropes of cum, soaking through his bicycle shorts. Rick glanced down and saw the white liquid leaking out from Perry's waistband and rutted a few more times until his dickhead popped out of his own waistband, spurting hot cum onto Perry's stomach. Rick leaned back on his arms as though he were doing pushups, his dick dripping on Perry's flat stomach as Perry ran his fingers through the cum and licked it off. "Up for the trip back?" Rick asked. Perry leaned forward and licked Rick's softening dick. "I'm game if you are," he said, and they hopped back on their bicycles.