Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 15:55:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: im1ur2@comcast.net
Subject: Sprints And Intervals: Chapter 2

Sprints and Intervals: Chapter 2

 "Tired and nervous" doesn't truthfully describe my state.  Butterflies in
the stomach.  Giddy.  If being honest with myself I feel like a 15 year old
in the throes of adolescence... Well, I said I wanted to have fun.  What
kind of fun was I looking for?

I arrived on time Wednesday morning just as the dawn began to happen.  No
Jeremiah yet.  I had determined that I would forgo "JJ" and only use
Jeremiah.  I smiled as I thought about how he would react to this.  Giddy.
Butterflies.  Chubby.  Again?!  Seriously?!  Down boy, down.  Take deep
breaths.  Let's get the bike off the rack and prepare to ride.  I hope
Jeremiah isn't expecting too much.  Everyone says they hate intervals and
sprints.  I'm not even training for a race but here I am voluntarily
submitting myself to the one type of ride everyone else dreads.  If
Jeremiah is real gung ho I'll just have to suck it up to show him I'm no
pussy.

Jeremiah rolled into the parking space next to my SUV on my passenger side.
His little hatchback was dwarfed by the size of my vehicle.  He stepped out
of the car, ran his fingers through that moppy hair making it stand up even
more and looked at me with tired eyes.  He had his cycling shorts on, no
shirt and flip-flops.  I noted his developed core with muscles pushing out
beneath his bronze colored skin and a muscular but flat chest.  His lean
upper body made his thighs and butt look larger than I remembered.  This
kid is strong.

"Jeremiah.  Hey there." I said smiling and more chipper than I intended.

"Hey." Jeremiah said in a sleepy way. There was a flicker of something in
his eyes.

"Your body looks ready to go, but your head looks like it just rolled off
the pillow."

He smiled at that and turned his eyes from looking nowhere specifically to
focus on my face.

"It did.  Fifteen minutes ago.  I'm not a morning person." His eyes had a
twinkle and happiness to them now.  Maybe he was regretting setting up this
ride at such an early hour, but now I seem to be cheering him up.

"I thought you would be all wide away and gung ho."

"I will be.  Just need to get on the bike and warm up."

He went to the back of his car and lifted the hatch to start unpacking his
gear.  I had my bike resting against the back of my SUV but needed to get
my helmet, riding shoes and socks from the back seat.  I was ready several
minutes before Jeremiah so I stood holding his bike while he finished
dressing while sitting on his back bumper hatch open above him.

"How did you get ready so quick?" He asked.

"I had all my riding kit on except my shoes and socks."

"Can you check the air in my tires while I finish up? The pump is right
here."

"Sure."

I pumped some air in both of our bike tires making sure the tires were good
and hard.  Jeremiah watched me while sitting on his back bumper putting his
shoes on.

"You have great arms.  I wish I had triceps like that.  What do you do to
work them out?"

"Hmm. Well, I've done several different things over the years.  A lot of
dips, but also concentration exercises that target the triceps
specifically."

"Nice.  I've been focusing so much on my core and legs for the triathlons
that I don't do enough work on my upper body."

"Well I'll trade you my arms for your core and legs.  I'm jealous of your
entire body from the midsection on down."

"Thanks!"

He smiled and I saw that happy look in his eyes again.  I know I was
grinning from ear to ear which suddenly made me feel embarrassed.  I turned
to grab my helmet and gloves, and after putting them on mounted my bike to
do a couple laps around the parking lot.  I could feel that my cock had
chubbed up just a little.  I've never felt this way before around a guy.  I
felt warm and glowing inside.  This whatever we were doing made me feel
special, more alive.  It felt dangerous but in that way when danger makes
us do the opposite of what we should do - which is run.  The VERY last
thing in the world I want to do is run away right now.

"1/4 mile sprints then 1 minute rest intervals.  Then we do it again.  Our
goal should be to complete 8-12 sprints."

"Ok." I said back. He was looking at a watch strapped to his handlebar.

"Jeremiah, is your cycle-computer set up to track intervals, or do we need
to do it manually?"  I asked.

He looked at me with a wide grin without saying anything.  I could tell he
was thinking about calling me out on the use of his first name instead of
his nick name.

"I can track the distance, our cadence and pace.  Can you track the sprint
times, James?" he said with a lot of emphasis on James.

"Ok, Jeremiah." I said emphasizing his name in a breathless sort of way. He
laughed.


About an hour later we had done a warm-up, 8 sprints and a cool down.


"How do you feel?" Jeremiah asked looking over from his bike cruising along
side of me as we entered the parking lot.

"Good."

"So... what did you think of the sprints and intervals?"  He said this with
obvious trepidation.  I guess he was scared I would hate them and not want
to ever do them again.

"I actually enjoyed this morning's ride a lot.  I've been riding just for
the sake of riding.  Specific goals and measuring my performance was fun.
I'm totally up for doing this again... if you are."

"Wow.  Yeah.  Every Wednesday?"

"Sure.  It fits in nicely between the other rides I am doing.  Now I have a
sort of weekly routine.  I do a 35 mile group ride on Sunday.  Then you and
I can do this ride on Wednesdays.  I'm doing a 15 to 20 mile ride on Friday
mornings with Drew."

"Well if you ever want to do something different on Friday you can come
over to the west side and do the ride I've been doing.  The roads are great
with hardly any traffic."

"Ok.  Maybe."

Still chatting we dismounted our bikes back at our cars and began taking
off our gear.  The front of our cars were pulled up to a wooded area.
Since Jeremiah was parked next to my SUV's passenger side I thought it
would make a good place to change out of my cycling kit.  If I opened my
passenger side doors I could stand in the area between them with almost
total privacy.  We were in the middle of a conversation so I called him
over.

"Jeremiah? Hey, come over here so we can keep talking.  I want to change
out of this sweaty kit into dry clothes.  I take clients in this car so I
can't have it smelling like a locker room."

"Sure."

He walked between his car and my open passenger doors with an arm load of
his own clothes to change into.  We were now standing close together in our
make-shift 'locker room'.  I took off my helmet and quickly dried my hair
with a towel.  I made a quick attempt to style it so it looked decent after
being under a helmet for the last hour.

"You don't have to get all pretty for me." Jeremiah said with a wink. He
had already pulled and tugged on his own hair styling it high on top and
exposing his forehead.

"I can't relax if I feel like my hair is a mess.  I don't have your thick
straight long hair that looks great no matter what."

"You're thick, straight and long." He said it in a name-calling way, but I
could tell it was intended to be funny.  I wasn't sure what he meant, or
should I say I was afraid to admit to myself that I knew exactly what he
meant.  I watched as he unzipped and pulled off his jersey.

"Uh. How would you know?" I said and then pulled my jersey off over my head
and tossed it into my gym bag on the floor.  Then I quickly rolled down the
high wasted top of my cycling shorts so they were not sitting high above my
hip bones as designed.  The new waistline I created was low on the hips and
in the front was just above my trimmed pubic bush.  He noticed.  I was
paying a lot of attention to how I looked.  I liked that he noticed and
remembered what he said about my muscular arms.  I secretly hoped he liked
more of what he saw.

"I'm about to find out." He said smiling and looking at my cycling shorts -
which were the obvious next piece of clothing to shuck off.  It suddenly
felt like he was daring me to get buck naked right in front of him.  We
were standing so close I could almost feel the heat coming off his body.  I
could feel the heat of my own body rising.  We were both wet with sweat.
It was a hot and humid summer morning.  I wanted to turn around but that
would have been the pussy thing to do.  I could feel that my cock had
chubbed up a little.  "WHY?!" almost came out of my mouth audibly.

"What?" Jeremiah said.  "You're the one who called me over here and now you
are going to get shy?  It's a little late for that."  Then he shucked his
cycling shorts down to the ground lifting each leg quickly to free them
from his body completely and stood back up to face me buck naked.

I couldn't help but smile at his actions.  I also couldn't help dropping my
eyes from his face to scan over his nakedness as quick as the eye can move
then looked back up to smile at him again.  His cock seemed long and a
little fat.  I didn't have any experience in judging these things but I am
pretty sure he was getting a chubby.  Of course that thought caused my cock
to do the exact thing I imagined his cock was doing.

Ok, better to get this over with.  I tucked my thumbs into my cycling
shorts and began to peel them down my legs.  This brought my head forward
toward his torso.  How had he got out of his kit so fast that he didn't
have the same problem?  I really needed to bend forward even further to
successfully free my legs from the shorts.  I took a quick breath and bent
over to complete my mission.  The top of my head brushed against his
stomach and then I was back upright tossing my shorts into my gym bag.
Even in that split second where I bent further forward and down I could see
his cock spring forward a little bit as it got longer and fatter.  I was
trying to calm myself but my heart was racing.

Standing face to face smiling at each other we slowly started to put
clothes back on.  He didn't seem to be in a rush to cover up the now
obvious boner between his legs.  I could feel my own erection growing but
didn't dare look down at it or acknowledge it in anyway.  He lifted one leg
and put it through the leg of his underwear.  This time he bent forward
more than he had before.  He turned slightly and directed his head so that
it came along my left torso.  He didn't do anything to prevent his head
from brushing against me and for a split second he rested it against me as
if to balance himself.  Then he switched legs and this time he leaned
heavily against me for balance. I thought he might be falling so I put both
of my hands on the outside of his shoulders to steady him.

"Thanks."  he said quietly.

"No worries." came out as casually as I could manage.

He slowly pulled his underwear up but only to snuggle up underneath his
cock and balls.  He straightened his torso to be directly facing mine
again.  His erection was nearly full so this directed his cock in the
direction of my protruding cock.  The sides of our cockheads touched and an
electric pulse fired through my entire body.  Both of our cocks jumped at
the contact.

He was silent now and looking at me with those intense eyes.  I love
looking into those eyes!  I started to go through the same motions to put
my underwear on when he grabbed them out of my hand.

"Let me." came out in a whisper but it had the sound of a dare.  I knew I
should say no.  I knew that I should just grab my underwear back from him
and put an end to this bazaar thing that was happening.  But his whispering
"let me" just caved in all my resistance.  I could hear the desire he had
for doing it.  I wanted to let him, and so I did.

He bent forward like before only this time he didn't turn his body or head
to one side.  His head quickly made contact at the top of my abs as he
reached downward.  The top of his head with that moppy hair brushed down my
torso.  I lifted my left leg and put my hands on each of his shoulder
blades for balance.  This had the unintended consequence of him feeling
like I was pushing him down.  He pushed back slightly.

"Sorry.  I was just balancing myself."

I heard him take in a deep breath through his nostrils.  He was smelling
me.  My cock jumped.  I lifted my other leg and he quickly navigated my
underwear up my thighs.  He stopped short of pulling them up all the way.
He left them sitting just below my cock and balls in the front and snug up
against the bottom of my butt in the back - exactly where he had left his
own.  As he came back to standing straight his eyes quickly found mine and
he said "nice" with a nod downward.

I suddenly felt for the first time another man's hand on my cock as he
curled his fingers around my shaft and then glided them up and down slowly
stroking me.  His right hand guided my left hand to his cock and then he
laid his hand on my abs.  My right hand went to his side and I laid it
against his hip curling my fingers into the small of his back.

"Breath." he said in a soft but commanding way.

I pushed out what little air was left in my lungs with the quick laugh that
came out of me.  Yes.  Right.  I inhaled deeply and felt myself relax just
a little.  My heart rate was higher right now than during our sprints.  I
felt light headed, but breathing was starting to help.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I think so."

"You THINK so?"

"I... are you gay?"

"This is an amazing moment."

"Ha. This is amazingly gay."

"Don't put a label on it. Breath."

"Keep reminding me." I said smiling.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No... but I think I might have a heart attack if we keep going."

He smiled at that because he knew it meant I was really into what we were
doing.  He stepped up his strokes over my cock and glided his thumb over
the underside along the ridge at the base of my circumcised cockhead. With
his right hand he brushed upward and over my two hard nipples.  The
intensity of sexual pleasure shot through me like a rocket.  I wanted to BE
a rocket!

"Keep breathing." he reminded me.

So I sucked in another chest full of air.  I remembered my hands were on
him, too.  I started stroking his cock and with my right hand I started
exploring the surface of his body for the first time.  I wanted to feel
those hard muscles under his skin.  I felt him up along his left side then
dropped my hand across his abs circling around back to where I had started.

Naturally we moved closer together even though that took away space for us
to maneuver.  We both dropped our eyes to gaze on each other's bodies and
hard cocks in our hands.  I could now feel his breath on the left side of
my neck and chest.  All of this felt so sexy.  I was so turned on, but this
is all SO... gay.  I checked myself just a little but he noticed.  He
looked up into my eyes again.  I could see the questions he was asking
without speaking.  Should we continue?  Are you still okay?  It was fully
daylight now and at this moment two cars pulled into the parking lot.  We
weren't alone anymore.

He squeezed my cock and quickly wrapped his right hand around my back to
pull me into him. It was more of a body bump than a hug.  Then he released
me completely, stuffed his cock into his underwear and continued dressing.
I felt lost and had to play catch up getting dressed.  We were both dressed
within a minute.  He pushed the back passenger door closed opening up our
intimate space and stepped back.  I started putting on my socks and shoes
as he turned to open the door to his own car to grab a sports drink.
Suddenly I realized how thirsty I was.  Neither of us had rehydrated after
the ride.  He turned to look at me and saw me glance at his drink.

"Want some?"

"Sure. Thanks!"

"So, next Wednesday?" he asked quick and hard.

"Sure. Same time, same place?".

"Same everything."

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The end... of Chapter 2

Hope you are enjoying this story.  I'm having a lot of fun writing
it. Comments welcome.

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