Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 13:02:26 +0000 From: Damian Morris Subject: Cycling - part 1 My son Gabriel had just finished University and was lucky enough to get a job near the town where I was living. His mother and I had never lived together, so though I'd seen him a lot, I had never had him round all the time. I had expected him to get a job in another town and to have him back living in his home town would be a treat. It was even more of a shock when he announced that he wanted to come and live with me. I assumed he meant until he found a flat, but Gabriel had other ideas. He wanted to come and move in. On the one hand I was delighted and of course I said yes. But I was used to living on my own and having a 21 year old song living with me was bound to cramp my style. Add to that the fact that since he'd left for university I had been a bit more open about preferring guys, but I didn't yet feel I could tell Gabriel. I suspected Gabriel was gay, but he'd not said anything about it to me. When he was 18 I'd come home unexpectedly to find Gabriel and his pal Tom sucking each other off in my study. I'd got a good view of Gabriel's long slender cock and a brief glimpse of Tom's thicker, shorter one. Gabriel hadn't seen me, but Tom had; I slipped away and waited before returning home. Gabriel never mentioned the matter and Tom only spoke of it when Gabriel had left for university, but that's another story. So here's the main reason why I was not keen for Gabriel to live with me. After I'd seen him naked and hard I'd spent the next few months wanking at the thought of that image, fantasizing that it had been me sucking his cock. It was a secret that I couldn't let Gabriel know. I spent the remaining month clearing out what had become a junk room and would be Gabriel's room. He persuaded a mate from University to drive over with his stuff and spent a happy weekend arranging it. It was strange, having my son living in the house. Then finally one sunny day he moved in, cycling the 50 miles from his mother's house. Gabriel is a real cyclist, he goes everywhere by bike and has a long slim cyclist's body. Me, I always intend to do more cycling but never do. I'm shorter and stockier than Gabriel, definitely not real cyclist material. When he arrived he was wearing just a tight fitting Lycra all in one which was covered in sweat marks. It fitted so well that you could see Gabriel's cock quite clearly. We had a beer in the garden and I tried not to stare at the bulge in his crotch. It was quite clear that he was wearing nothing under the Lycra, and it made me excited. I was convinced he'd noticed but he was preoccupied. Finally managed to get it out and admitted that he was gay. I told him that I'd suspected for a long time. We talked about it for a time, but I was a coward and did not tell him that I too preferred guys. Having Gabriel around was fun and annoying by turns. I was used to my own routines and he disturbed them, he also wasn't the tidiest of people. He seemed to make friends with his new work mates and would often be out, coming home late and managing to disturb me with his efforts to be quiet. One evening he returned quite late and seemed rather fed up. I offered him a drink and asked what was the matter. I rather expected him to say nothing. He turned to go to his room then at the last minute said he'd been out cruising at Townley Woods but the place had been deserted. Townley Woods is a good distance away and its not somewhere I'd go cruising, there are better places nearby. Perhaps it was the drink but I said this to Gabriel, who looked a little surprised at my comment. He said that Tom had recommended Townley Woods. I felt on a roll, it was now or never. So I looked Gabriel straight in the eyes and said that Tom knew my cruising haunts and had been worried Gabriel might bump into me if he went anywhere nearer to home. To my relief Gabriel's response was a grin. He admitted that he'd wondered but that I'd not given anything away. As you've probably gathered Tom and I have something of a history, it all happened after Gabriel left for University; I'll explain in time. But it seems that Tom had kept his mouth shut when talking to Gabriel, which was a relief. Over the next few days Gabriel had innumerable questions about my being gay, when I realised it, who had I told, had I had any relationships. I answered most of his questions, but kept quiet about my rather abysmal dating history. I think he liked the idea of having a gay Dad and didn't seem to resent that idea that my relationship with his mother had been a brief accident. The following weekend Gabriel suggested that we go out cycling together, I agreed reluctantly knowing that he was bound to be faster and fitter than me. I threw on an old pair of shorts and a t shirt. He was wearing his white Lycra one-piece. When he saw me he exclaimed and said that I couldn't go out with him dressed like that, I had to wear something suitable. He went to his room and came back with another one-piece, if anything smaller than the one he was wearing. I took one look at it and said that there was no way I would get into it. He looked at it and nodded, then said try this one and started stripping of the one he was wearing. Soon he stood there naked, holding out the white Lycra one-piece suit. Gabriel is tall and slim, not hairy but with a thick treasure trail that leads down to trimmed pubes and his long, slim cock; uncut but the head was showing. He made no move to put on the other one-piece and there was nothing for it but for me to strip off. I'm shorter and stockier than Gabriel, but no hairier. What little body hair I have, I keep shaved off. I shave everything, including my pubes. I also never bother with underwear so that all I had to do was slip off my t shirt and shorts and I was naked. Gabriel got a good look at his naked Dad but gave no indication about what he thought. The Lycra one-piece was tight and clearly showed by cock and balls, Gabriel's was the same; we both went out with our cocks firmly on show. I joked that we might get arrested, but Gabriel just laughed and said he'd been out like this thousands of times and never had a problem. I got the impression that he rather liked having his cock on display, this was confirmed when he told me that sometimes he would go out cycling naked. I found this idea enormously exciting and quickly got on the bike before Gabriel could tell that my cock was getting even harder. The first part of the ride was knackering. Gabriel took it easy but I still found myself enormously unfit. Finally he cycled up a lane to a green area, sheltered by trees. We got off the bikes, well I almost fell off, and lay on the grass. Gabriel said that he and Tom often used to come out here. Having seen them having sex once, this led me to fantasize on all the sorts of things that they could have got up to out here. I was covered in sweat and Gabriel suggested taking the Lycra one-piece off to let it dry. Before I could comment he slipped his off and draped it over a bush in the sun. I followed suit, and we were both naked again. Gabriel lay down on his stomach but I forced myself to lay on my back, refusing to give in to the embarrassment at being naked in front of Gabriel. After a pause when we both got our breaths back, Gabriel asked me a question. The subject startled me. He asked me what I would have thought if we had met each other cruising. I was a little taken about and responded slightly jokily, that I would have thought there goes a rather sexy young man who wouldn't be interested in an old guy like me. Not sure what else to say, I asked him what he would have done. He turned my response round and said he'd have thought there goes a sexy mature guy who wouldn't be interested in a young guy like him. I started to get a little nervous, worried where this was going. It wasn't helped by the fact that my dick had a life of its own and started to get hard. I was contemplating turning over onto my stomach, if I could do so without seeming obvious. But Gabriel turned over himself to reveal his own erect cock. He stroked it a little and smiled, then suggested that we should perhaps pretend that we had met whilst cruising. Perhaps sensing that I was likely to panic and move away, he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. I responded enthusiastically and soon we were both sucking each other's cocks and exploring balls and arses with our tongues. We were both pretty excited and came quite quickly. If I'd been at home I'd have been up for a second round. As it was Gabriel surprised me again. Still covered in cum, and grinning wickedly at me he got on his bike naked, without bothering to put his Lycra back on. I followed suit and we rode most of the way home like this. Whilst I felt a little nervous about being so blatant, my cock had other ideas; by the time we stopped to put our Lycra on again my cock was rock hard. When we arrived home Tim, the 14-year old from next door, was lurking in their back yard. He greeted us over the fence and watched us putting away our bikes, commenting on them and on our ride. All the while I could see that he was eyeing up our crotches. Both Gabriel and I were pretty hard and the Lycra hid nothing, showing our cocks in all their glory. Having an audience like Tim seemed to only make both of us more excited. Once the bikes were away Gabriel slipped the top half of his Lycra suit off, at first I thought he was going to strip off totally for Tim, but he seemed to stop at the last moment. Instead he announced that he needed a shower. Once inside we both stripped off and Gabriel suggested we shower together, I agreed with alacrity. At first we both washed the other, exploring our bodies then Gabriel started to go further and I felt the tentative pressure of his finger up my arse, something I didn't mind at all. The first finger was followed by a second and finally Gabriel thrust his cock up my arse. I have always liked getting fucked, and being done by a young vigorous man was an especial treat. At some point one of us switched the water off, so when we'd finished we had to shower all over again to wash off the cum. Gabriel then announced that he had to go off and meet some people from work for a drink. I was reluctant to let him go until we'd discussed what had happened. So as he got dressed I pressed him about our having sex, whether it freaked him out and whether we should repeat it. I didn't want to find that I'd manage to screw up our relationship. He managed to convince me that he found having sex with his Dad cool and he wasn't freaked out. In fact, by the time he left we were both hard again. As he left, I noted that he was wearing boxers, visible under his jeans, and wondered whether I could persuade him to go commando like I did. I was in bed by the time Gabriel returned, but by then I'd already wanked off a couple of times, remembering what it was like to feel his cock up my arse.