Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2004 02:58:46 -0800 (PST) From: Padraig o'Brien Subject: Triathlete training - Part Three Triathlete training - Part Three. By P. Brien. Copyright by the author. The boy was still sleeping like an angel when I got up, with the sun now quickly brightening the day. I let him sleep on, and got down to get breakfast ready. He was curled up like a sweet little boy - well, he was kind of big but he had the innocent look. Today was going to be biking day, so I was put on my riding bibshorts with a padded crotch and a white T-shirt. Then I got on with the rest of the preparations. "Morning", Seamus greeted me groggily as he stretched his arms upwards. "Man, I must have had a hella dream - see, I've blown off all my clothes". He was still in his red and gold unitard, which I had left him wearing yesterday night. "Maybe you're still having wet dreams ?", I teased him. Of course, I was thinking of the saliva my tongue had left all over his body and the precum which might have left a stain on his crotch. "Hmm, you've got a point there. Man, I know this is my first real hangover and stuff, but truth is I feel great right now !" Was he on to something ? Maybe he might have been pretending to be asleep yesterday night, so that he could enjoy my caressing. It would have been hard to have stayed fully asleep with all my licking and biting, even if this was his first drunkenness episode... We packed our stuff into our daypacks and wheeled off into a trail. We were expecting to be gone for three hours or so. We had our hydration kit filled, some energy bars and sandwiches for lunch. Seamus was in his element, pedalling in full power while going uphill and skilfully taking advantage of the descents to speed downwards. He wasn't about to give me much handicap, but I did my best to keep up. With his helmet and sunglasses on, he looked like a sleek machine especially when he stood up to pump down on the wheels, flexing his powerful arms and calves to deliver the motion to his wheels. We came to a clearing with a log set nicely in the middle. This was a favourite resting spot for many bikers around here. Seamus got there first, and was now standing straight with his hands to his hips. "Ow, my legs feel stiff. Must have gone at it a little too hard just now". His whole body looked tense, with his sinewy calves straining as it tapered into his brown cycling shoes. "Here, let me try a little massage on it. Should do you wonders." He set his bum on the log, legs still stretched out straight. I put my hands gently on his calves and squeezed it slowly, gradually working up my pressure on it. After a while, I could see that it felt better for him already. "That's good. Can you work further up here as well ?", pointing to his thighs. I started to press against his big muscles all the way up to where his legs joined his torso. As I brushed against his crotch, I could feel a little throb. I made it look accidental, but I wanted to feel his stick. I was figuring he was thinking exactly the same thoughts too, but then that was mere speculation. After I was done, I dug out some energy bars from my pack and passed it to him. "This ought to make you feel better". Sugar from the bar would help ease the energy starved muscles, and it did work. After taking in the view, we wheeled back using a different route that joined up with the main road we had taken yesterday. "I feel like going for a swim," Seamus said as we got back. "Goodness, one wonders where you get the energy from. Okay, I'll do some yard work while you are gone. Want me to wash the bike for you ?" "Yeah. Thanks". And with that, he'd gotten off his bike and was by the lake kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks. Then he was fishing his goggles out of his pack, which he then left on the little beach. He waded into the water with his tri-suit on, charging at full throttle. "Must be his tri training", I thought, considering how fast he had made the transition from bike to swim. I hosed down the bikes and carefully dried them to make sure they would be in good condition for our next ride. Then, I walked into the bath and peeled off my bibshorts and white t-shirt. They were sweaty and caked with mud from our ride today. The shirt was not exactly white anymore. I thought how convenient it was for Seamus, since his swimming would get rid of most of the dirt on his clothes in the lake. I decided to nap a little after showering, and would continue with the work after that. I fell into a deep sleep pretty quickly, but woke with a start as I heard a noise. I opened my eyes in a slit. It was Seamus leaving the room quietly, dripping in his wet lycra suit, and holding my bibshorts ! This was getting interesting. I heard him walk out the back door to the lake. I decided to wait a while before going on down to see what he was up to. I walked to a window with a clear view of the beach. As I raised my head to the level to see him, I could see that he was standing naked, his back to me and his red suit in a pile by his legs. He was holding my bibshorts to his face with his left hand, while his right hand was grabbing his own cock. He was rubbing his cock frantically, as if trying to hurry an orgasm in fear of getting caught. This was getting fun. I could see his ass, with the speedo tan lines nicely framing his white buttocks. His shoulders looked monstrous, tapering down to a nearly impossible skinny waist, with well-defined muscles all the way down. The calves that I had bitten yesterday were full of bulging veins as he sometimes tip toed, as if to get a higher high out of his jack-off. I decided to give him a little surprise. I quietly walked up to him, imagining that his eyes must have been closed and his senses quite dull from his visualization by now. As I walked closer, I could hear him quietly mouthing his fantasies. "Yeah, shove it in, harder. Pull it harder. Yeah, this is going to be so sweet.." "..but my mouth is here and your cock is there. How am I going to taste your cum ?" I said in his ear, almost in a whisper. Then he turned around, looked at me, and had terror in his eyes. "No! Err, Bryan, listen I can explain. Oh God, what are you doing here.." He threw my bibshorts on top of his pile of clothes, and had both hands covering his face, as if in shame. "I'm just enjoying the view," I told him in my best comforting voice. As I said that, I put my right hand around his stiffy, now starting to point down a little. "I think you will find the room a little more comfortable. Come, let's go in ?" as I continued to gently squeeze his tool. He was now looking in my face. "Err, you're okay with it ? You mean you actually want to do me ?" He was now starting to look a little more hopeful. "Of course I do. Well, maybe I won't put it as 'doing you', but I'm cool about it.. that is if you are too" "OK. Then I guess let's go in". He picked up the pile of wet clothes and walked back to the cabin gloriously naked. I walked with him. When we got to our room, he said "Wait a moment. I want to get a little more comfortable first. You can have a look at these while you wait for me." He then took out his laptop and turned it on. "I told you that I took photos for people in races in my area ? Well, I took more than just race photos." He went on to tell me what he did in his free time - take kinky photos for his gay friends. "Most of them are people I met in the races. Then I got to know them a little better. Here, this is one gallery", and he clicked on a folder to enlarge the contents. The first photo was of two guys in a garden, one dressed up nicely and the other wearing only green triathlon race speedos and red running shoes. Both had short hair and were quite well built. The guy in speedos was younger looking, and he had a red collar around his neck, with a leash leading to the other guy's right hand. "The one dressed up is James and the guy in the speedos is Wayne. Wayne was a senior in my team and is going to college next semester. He met James at a race and he's been staying at his house for over a year now. James is in the finance line and doing pretty well. This was for a gay party and Wayne's supposed to be James' dog going for a walk, that's why he's wearing running shoes. I'll go and shower first". With that Seamus left me to enjoy his laptop's contents. The man named James was quite good looking, wearing a brown jacket, a scarlet silk scarf, khakis and shiny black shoes. He had a strong looking chest. The other one was boyish looking, smiling widely. He didn't seem embarrassed to face the camera nearly naked, but then he had a nice bod to show off. He had big pecs, and the nipples were quite stiff. The green speedos showed off a nice bulge pointing upwards, but the suit was quite modest as it was meant for racing. He had the look of a healthy, strong triathlete, much like Seamus, except Wayne was a little beefier, more like a bodybuilder. I scrolled to the next shot in the slide show. This showed a combination of two shots. On the left frame, you could see the boy crouching and sniffing the man's crotch. The frame on the right showed the boy sniffing the man's ass, like a friendly dog would. You could only see the man's shoes and khakis. The next shot I scrolled to showed the man standing on the boy's right pecs and abs. You could see his whole body tensed up, flexing his heroic muscles. His face was in a mock agony, and you could see his many-packs abs resisting the pressure his boyfriend was putting on his sensitive belly. The next shot had the man still standing on the boy, but one of his feet was now resting on the boy's bulge in his green speedos. Now, the boy had a wide open mouth, as if screaming, while the man's foot didn't actually rest on his cock - it looked more like he was stomping his black shoes on it. In all the shots, the boy's collar was on and the man held on to the leash in all frames. But it was clear that these two were actually having lots of fun. The next gallery I opened showed two guys in sunny daylight. One was a skinny guy with curly hair wearing nothing but a pair of red and gold speedos and running shoes, with a small gold-coloured trophy in his left hand. The other guy was almost bald headed and had the build of a wrestler. He was wearing a blue shirt and khakis, and looked hefty next to the skinny triathlete (he had to be one, judging from his skimpy clothes and shoes). They were smiling broadly at the camera, the bigger guy's left arm around the skinny guy's shoulder, while his right hand was touching the triathlete's waistband, the finger tips already underneath it and very well may have been touching the triathlete's cockhead already. The next shot I scrolled to showed the two guys lips locked in a kiss, eyes closed. The beefy guy's hands had lifted the skinny guy by the ass, clutching the red lycra barely covering his asscheeks. "Some lovers have all the luck," I thought, as I started to feel thoroughly aroused. I went to the next gallery. In the first shot, a skinny looking boy was kneeling on the floor, with his eyes closed and mouth wide open, facing the camera. Behind him and to his right, two guys had lowered their pants and were peeing on the boy. The boy wore a pink cycling bodysuit, which was getting wet from the two guy's piss. The man to his right was pissing on his forehead, so the pee was running down the boy's face, and it looked like he was trying to swallow the pee. The next shot showed the boy, still kneeling, with the man behind now pulling his red hair. The man in front was also on his knees, back to the camera and hands pulling on the boy's collar. The next shot showed the boy's uniform torn to shreds, exposing his lithe and skinny body beneath and the muscular creases of his abs, with a very small waist clearly visible. The lower part of the uniform was still intact and covering his cock and ass, but it wasn't going to hold for long, with these two guys attacking. I went through the other galleries of fine looking young men in various compromising poses. Man, my cousin was really getting busy ! The sexy shots had really aroused me, and my precum was already wetting my underwear. "Okay, I'm ready", Seamus announced, as he walked in to the room. He was wearing his champion's speedo again, the one with his name on it. "I didn't want those bastards on my team tearing this off, but you now have the honour of doing it.... of course I expect you to be gentle, so I can still pull this speedo up my ass again when you're done." "No worries, I like to see your ass..and your cock, in this suit." As Seamus drew close, I licked the thin line of hair on his abs, leading down to his bulge. I pulled the cock with my mouth, playing with it under his tight uniform. I grabbed under his armpits with my hands and pulled him gently down to the bed I was lying on. When his face was level with mine, I gave him a kiss on the lips. We played with each other's tongues, and when his came into my mouth, I gently bit at it. My hands were exploring his broad shoulders and combing through his hair. Then they were playing on his boyish cheeks and pulling on his ears, while our lips were still locked. I then proceeded to repeat my what I had done yesterday. I explored every part of his body with my tongue, sniffing all his sensuous smells as my face ran, from his neck to his collar, down into his left armpit. He had taken a shower and smelled good with a rose flavoured scent all over him. I gently bit his nipples, this time tasting the exposed skin with no fabric in between. I pulled on the thin hair on his abs, as he went "ah" each time I plucked a hair with my teeth. As I licked his upper thigh, I could feel the rush of blood in his wide veins, pumping from the excitement. I then went straight to the feet, ignoring his speedo covered crotch. I sucked his toes, one by one, admiring the big strong feet that had covered thousands of miles but now completely vulnerable to my teeth. I bit his calves and sucked his kneecap, as if to slowly dismantle his armour-like body, bit by bit. I groped his asscheeks, tracing the crack of his ass under his lycra suit. I then pulled my whole body, still fully dressed, on top of the excited near-naked triathlete. My mouth now reached his again, and I began to suck his face once again. Okay, exploration was complete. Now it was time to climax. I now drew my face to his lower abdomen again. I pressed his abs with my hands, to get them to tense up and sort of tickle him. I used my teeth to bite the drawstring of his speedo, and undid it easily. Then, going from one side to the other, I slowly pulled my cousin's pants down his thighs. Soon, I could see the thin bush around his pubic area, and the contrast between the tanned skin and the virgin parts which were not exposed to the sun. His cock was starting to escape from the tight prison of his business suit, and soon swung out completely. The impact of his cock suddenly sticking out made my cousin go "ah" again. Man, was he sensitive. I pulled his trunks down to his ankles and left them there. I ate his right testicle and munched on it a little, then spat it out and swallowed his left one. I was discovering every detail on it - the vas deferens, the saggy scrotum and the sensitive perineum, where he had a few hairs sticking out. I pulled on those hairs with my teeth, and it excited him even more. I went back to his cock, now sticking straight into the air. I put my mouth on the head, and pulled the skin down with my teeth. It almost looked like he had trained his cock for a triathlon as well, because it looked so muscular and full of blood vessels. I played with it awhile, and then took to sucking it. It was big and I had to open my mouth real wide to put it all in. Gently at first, and then more violently, I sucked with all my energy. Seamus was now grunting and moaning harder. My hands went to his asscheeks and pulled them wider apart, as his cock was about to climax. "Oh, wow. This is great. Uh, uh.." went Seamus, as his groin muscles tensed up. Then, it came ! Globs of cum shot in my mouth. I wasn't experienced, so much of it spilled out of my mouth, and fell on his abs. Remembering what I had seen the other day, I decided to rub the cum around his beautiful pecs and abs, holding his cum in my mouth while I rubbed with my hands. I then put my mouth to his, as if to do a "kiss of life", but passing his own cum to him instead. He ate it all greedily. I swallowed the remainder still in my mouth. He had kept his eyes shut throughout. Now it was my turn. I pulled off my pants and underwear, then turned my younger cousin around to expose his ass to me. I went to grab some of his body lubricant (used for getting out of wetsuits easily) and slapped it on my now hardening cock. I brought it back to Seamus and stuck some into his hole with my right index finger. This was going to be fun! I stuck my cock into his ass, which now tightened at the intrusion. It looked like my cousin was an ass virgin ! As I tried to violate his body, he grunted in pain, while my cock continued to enter uncharted territory. I slid it harder and could feel the rush of blood in my cock, and I was soon highly aroused. The pressure from his ass did the trick. I was going to cum. Then I shouted "you're no longer a virgin, you whore !" and with that, I managed to arouse myself to shoot cum. It was a bigger load than I had ever thrown out before. Well, this was the first time I had fucked anyone, though I had fantasised before. It was great ! I disengaged, and now lay on my own back. I was breathing heavily. I turned around, and saw that Seamus was also panting, face down on his pillow. The bedsheets were now full of our cum. We were both sweating heavily. A muffled voice came from my cousin. "Was it as good for you as it was for me ?" To be continued.