When I was in my late teens I would occasionally have a wank while cyling.on my road bike Cycling is a hazardous activity, so let me explain how I managed to carry off this exciting act of solo sex while still on my bike.
It seems kind of crazy now, but when I was in my late teens I used to wank while cyling. This is not easy, so let me explain how it would happen. I was a keen cyclist as a young men (and I still like to go out on my bike now) and would often go on long bike rides passing through very quiet country lanes. I lived in a small town in England at that time and the roads in the countryside had very little traffic on them. When I was cycling for long distances and when the weather was warm (this doesn't work in cold weather!), I would start to feel horny. If I passed through a village and saw a female, specially a young and attractive woman, I would try to imagine what she would look like naked. Would her tits be large or small, would they be perky or would they hang, how large would her aereolas and nipples be, and what intrigued me most, would she have pubic hair or would she be shaved or have no hair at all. I would choose answers to these questions, building up an image of the naked woman as a cycled on. Then I would imagine this naked woman waving me down from the road side, helping off my bike, leading me into a field where we would fuck energetically. By the time I got through this story in my imagination, my cock would harden beneath my shorts. This was long before the type of lycra shorts that cyclists wear now which are so tight you can't get your cock out while still riding your bike. But the shorts I wore then allowed me to release my hard erect cock into the open air and I could continue to cycle with the air rushing past my penis. My cock is uncircumcised, so I would pull back my foreskin so that the glans could enjoy the fresh air. and my cock would get as hard and rigid as a cudgel. Keeping my left hand on the handlebars, I would start to wank my cock with my right hand. The risk that someone would see me only added to my excitement. If a car came by, or there was a pedestrian, I would just drop onto the lower part of the handlebar which I reckoned was enough to hide my cock, then as soon as I was on the open road I could resume my wanking. I unzipped my top so that my chest was also exposed to the air. If I moved forward on the racing saddle I could feel the point of it pressing into my arse,, which I imagined was a finger exploring my anus. I would stop stroking my cock for a second or two and then start again in order to build up tension. Then I would change from holding my cock in the grip of my fist and use a lighter touch to flick my foreskin rapidly over the glowing red tip of my throbbing cock. So long as I could contnue like this for just a few minutes on an open road, and without any distratctions like stopping at a road junction or thinking about which way I needed to go, then I could focus my mind on slipping my cock deep into a woman's cunt and successfully shoot my sperm all over the handlebars, onto the front tyre and the road. The moment when I felt my cum erupting was always a dangerous moment because I felt weak and distracted. Sometimes I had to stop to recover and wipe my cock clean, but someties I could just keep on cycling with my cock gradually softening in the open air. Fortunately I never had any accidents doing this mad cycle-wanking thing, but when I think about it now I realise how dangerous it might have been, apart from the risk of being stopped for indecently exposing myself in public. It only shows that when a young man's dick is hard, his brain goes soft - but then we knew that already didn't we?
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