Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 18:14:30 -0800 (PST)
From: dcnightwolf1@yahoo.com
Subject: Spandex Studs: Tim's Goodbye

Disclaimer:

If you have made it this far, then by now you should know this is a story
involving gay male sex with consenting adults and adult situations.  If you
are not legally allowed to view this material or if it will offend your
sensibilities, then leave and leave quickly cause the fun is just about to
begin...

Note to Readers:

If you haven't discovered by now, I really like spandex whether it be
zentai or speedo sized... sometimes it will be fleeting, but I will always
put some in... I have been reading from Nifty for a while and decided to
contribute... I would love to know what my fellow readers think...  so if
you have a thought or a suggestion, drop me a line DCNightwolf1@yahoo.com

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Spandex Studs: Tim's Goodbye
by DCNightwolf


Sweat ran down Tim's spinal column.  His arms trembled from the effort to
hold them in position for so long.  His heart raced and his breath came in
ragged, exhausted stutters.  His ass was sore.  Tim wanted to cry out for
relief but all he could think about were those mangos of Brian's calf
muscles and the gorgeous tree trunks of the man's legs rising to meet the
hardened sweat slicked limb pounding furiously behind him.  Finally the end
was in sight.  As the sun began it's slow descent from the noon peak, Tim
felts his cheeks and legs tighten in the slick fabric that surrounded their
hard bodies.  Brian bellowed a "YES!" that echoed around them.  Both men
coasted to a satisfied stop.  With a grimace of pain, Tim dismounted.
Brian stood on unsteady legs also.  It always took so much to remain riding
so long!

   "Damn! We haven't done that in a while!" Brian said with a smile and
began rubbing his well muscled biceps.

  Tim swallowed a large drink of water and stepped into an embrace with the
5ft 7in stud.  He bent his own 6ft 1 frame over and kissed his lover.  Both
men tasted the saltiness of sweat and the after taste of their oral
pleasure on top of Ord Peak.  Their packages were stiff with need as each
found the other's tongue.  Brian gasped as Tim carassed his nipple.  He
rasped his finger around and finally pinched the hard pebble.  Tim moved
his tongue to flick it through Brian's flame red under armour long sleeve.
Brian cupped and then traced two finger around the dimpled muscles of Tim's
right ass cheek.  The now gloveless finger glided over the skin tight
fabric of the bib shorts.

  Breaking away, Tim left a breathless stud and walked his mountain bike to
a tree at their lakeside campground.  The brunette moved to the picnic
table.  He put his helmet down and took off his shoes and socks.  Extending
his body, Dr. Tim Westfall stretched his sore muscles.  The Pediatrician
was covered in sweat from the ten mile ride up to the peak and back.  His
sandy brown haired hunk stepped up behind him and slid his pole between the
blue fabric that separated his cheeks.

  Dr. Brian Clifford had met his lover in the first week of residency in
Seattle and had become best friends.  Both were avid mountain bikers.  It
wasn't until their fourth adventure that suspicions they had were
confirmed.  The weekend was done with a swap of sweaty, cum stained gear.
It also left Tim filled with Brian's cream.  Brian was a total Top.  The
tall drink of water also introduced his pocket gay to spandex.  The sex got
even hotter as the two men began to wear the form fitting material under
their scrubs.

  After a year, Brian realized that he was also bisexual.  When he had
confessed this to Tim, his lover had been devastated and the fight
awful. Tim re-evaluated things and found himself at the local pool.  Clad
in the skimpy black brief with the neon green piping, Tim found his
thoughts settling as he sped through the water.  His teenage sport, where
he learned of his spandex feelings, was back in his life after a year's
abscence.  Being a resident was time consuming.  Yet Tim began to make the
time as it relieved his stress and he found a lot more energy after his
swim.  After two months alone, Tim invited Brian to coffee.  During their
talk, Tim requested periodic testing. Now that they weren't monogamous,
Brian would also have to start using condoms.  Dr. Studly wondered if they
could resume their bike trips?  And man did they resume!  Apparently Tim's
chlorine scented body turned Brian insatiable!

  For Christmas that year, Tim gave Brian a package and had him wait.  The
now completely buff doctor went into his bedroom and slipped out of his
clothes.  His 8in shaft was throbbing as he brought the Zentai body suit up
his legs.  The navy blue fabric strained as he encased his groin in the
cock sleeve and the concealing pouch.  He pushed his long arms into the
fabric that was bracketed on both the top of the sleeve and from the wrist
to the armpit and continuing down to the ankle with a band of one inch
silver fabric.  With the zipper closed completely up to the mock turtle
kneck collar, Tim squatted and felt the o-ring insert itself into his
entrance as his cheeks separated into two pouches.  Sitting on his bed, Tim
slipped the booties and the gloves on while wiggling his butt .  The
sensation made a wet spot on his pouch. He stood and grinned wickedly into
the mirror and carried his hood into the living room.
  Brian heard the whistle from the doorway and his jaw dropped to the
floor.  Like a naked god, Tim stood there - the fabric clinging and tracing
every ridge line from his dick to his beautiful shoulders.  Without
thought, Brian tossed his present aside and tackeled his boy friend.  Tim
found himself on his back with a mouth engulfing his shaft and balls and
hands skimming across his body.  The fabric set his body afire.  He was
almost sad when he pushed Brian off.  His man was visibly disappointed.
That was until Tim handed him his present again.  Understanding dawned when
Brian tore into the wrapping paper and saw the black with orange piping and
ripped the plastic away from his own zentai suit.  The sleeve was stretched
to the breaking point from the thickness of his soda can dick.  Brian lost
control when the zipper was closed and neither hunk knew exactly how many
times they fucked.  They had memories from every room in the house and from
under the christmas tree.  The only concrete lucid memories were a drooling
cop who had investigated about a noise complaint and on waking up two days
later.

  At the end of their second year of residency, Tim began thinking about
peds and Brian was heading for thorastics.  Brian also proposed to a nurse
in the ICU.  When he had told Tim about his feelings for Cathey, he had
agreed to be the Best Man happily.  Tim thought their relationship was
over, but Brian had asked to continue.  Typical of a heart surgeon, Brian
wanted it all.  And Tim had tried to give it to him.
  When Brian had told him about his feelings for Cathey, he happily agreed
to be his best man.

  Pushing back against the shaft, Tim wiggled and laughed heartily and
moved to the shore.  He sputtered after he dove into the pleasantly cool
waters.  That thick dick swung in Brian's bib shorts as he walked into the
water.  The two men loosened up their muscles and rinsed the sweat from the
slinky clothes.  Brian peeled the clothing off his lover.  He could feel
his friend pulling away emotionally.  Tim hung both sets of cycling outfits
from a tree limb and walked back into the water.

 "Babe, what's wrong?" Brian asked.

  Tim sighed.  "It is the same thing we have been talking about since you
started dating Cathey.  I feel like the other woman.  I actually like her
and think of her as a friend."

  Brian quickly back pedalled as usual when the topic came up.

  Since Tim had already made his choices, he let it go.

  The men played and romped and allowed their naked bodies to cool under
the setting sun as they fixed dinner over the camp fire.  After dinner and
clean up was done, both men lay exhausted on the kings size sleeping bag in
the tent.  Traditionally Brian brought all the gear.

  "I wanna give you something." Tim whispered in his lover's ear.

  Brian felt Tim move around and roll him on his stomach.  Tim took cool
massage oil and began working Brian's shoulders to his butt.  Both men had
cleaned out and cleaned up after dinner and it felt great when Tim's
elongated fingers massaged his gluts.  Panic set it as he felt the tip of
Tim's shaft playing at his entrance.

  "It's ok" Tim said reassuredly.  "This is my gift to you."

  Without further adieu, Tim pressed his shaft deeper into Brian's core.
The lube helped the bare dick slide in easier to the virgin hole.  Brian
was in heaven as the pumping began and they synced their rhythm.  For an
eternity, Tim drove himself into the heat of his lover.  Tim felt his balls
draw up into himself and he delivered a thick stream of juice into Brian.

  Panting and totally amazed, Brian expressed his love to Tim.  All too
soon, Tim was ready and his lover greedily accepted once again.  Soon they
had fallen asleep.  Near midnight, Tim woke Brian and he made love to him
on the picnic table under the stars.  Tim pulled his shaft free and sucked
the goo from Brian's torso and hoovered the man's dick clean.  He carried
his pocket sized lover to the tent.

  Well close to two am, Tim left the tent amid Brian's snores.  He looked
longingly at his lover and then gazed into the dying embers of the fire.
The flames blurred as the tears fell silently.  He walked into the woods
and emptied himself and splashed quietly in the water to clean up.  Still
weeping he pulled on a set of tights and an orange under armour long sleeve
to stay warm.  He slid the bibs up the slick fabrick and took his jersey,
tucking it in the back of his bibs.  With his shoes now on, Tim left an
envelope and a package on the picnic table in a plastic ziplock bag.
Finally, Tim used the full moon and a head lamp to walk his bike slowly the
four miles to the parking lot.

  As the sun began to rise over the Cascades, Tim mounted his bike and
embarked on the 20 mile ride home.  A few hours later, just as Tim arrived
in town.  Always one with impecible timing, he handed off his bike to the
movers and let himself in as they packed his belongings.  Tim had just
finished jerking off in the shower when the sun tickled Brian's face and he
awoke.  Wondering where Tim was, the brown haired man went and relieved
himself.  Walking out of the woods, his eyes fixed on the baggy and
envelope.  His heart sank.  Without needing to look, Brian knew there was
only one set of clothes on the tree.  He took the note and gingerly sat
down with the cold water lapping at his feet.  The tears started falling as
he read.

  My dearest Brian,

  As you read this you will know I was serious in our conversations.  I
love you and always will, but I can't live my life as the mistress.  These
last three years will always be cherished.

  It will terrify you to read this, but Cathey knew about since us before
you started dating.  It was her idea that I keep going on our trips seeing
how happy they made you.  Cathey is a find in a million Brian.

  To help you both embrace this, I have taken a job back east.  She is
disappointed that I won't be around. But she is happy for me.  I have left
you something that Cathey has expressed interest in.

  Please consider our love making last night my final gift to you.  I just
couldn't say goodbye.

  Love...Tim

  Brian held the note and cried.  He went over and unwrapped the present.
In the small plastic pouch, was a matching set of zentai suits for both him
and his wife.

  Stricken and knowing Tim was right, he dressed in his gear as lovingly as
if Tim was putting the clothes on him.  Heavy of heart, he packed up the
campsite and made his way to the car.  He sat there with the knowledge that
Cathey would hold him as he cried himself to sleep.  Maybe this weekend he
would start over with her and show her the suits.  He pulled out onto the
highway.  At that moment, the plane's door shut.  Tim readied for take off
to Pittsburgh and the Children's hospital there.

  In the car on the highway and the plane taking off into the sky, both men
realized the time had closed and each launched into the rest of his life.


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