Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2019 20:17:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Sam Joseph Subject: The Cyclist Next Door The Cyclist Next Door Disclaimer stuff: This account is entirely fiction and not based any of my real life experiences. This is an original work of fiction. This story involves sex between a man and a teen. If this against laws where you are reading it, please don't. It was warm late May day in southern Wisconsin. I just got home from my daily 5-mile power bike ride. I was a dripping with sweat due to the warmer weather, an ice water in hand and starting to check my sex messaging apps, when the doorbell rang. To set the stage I am 29, fairly decent shape, no stomach, but also no abs. I have wonderful legs due to years of cycling. I have full head of short brown wavy hair and minimal chest hairs. I do have a nice treasure trail that runs down the front of me. I am married, but secretly bi. While my wife holds down a traditional office job, I am a management consult for the Wall Street firm and I work from home. I still have on my cycling gear. In anticipation of some hot messages, my 7-inch cock was starting to chub and its outline was quite distinct through my light blue lycra shorts. Fumbling a hand towel that I was using to mop my brow, I try to hide my bulge as I open the door. Standing before me were two neighbors, Jennifer and Jason Longwick. Jennifer was in her navy blue Girl Guides uniform and quickly started her sales pitch. "Hi Mr. Joseph, you remember us? We live on the street behind you. I am selling energy bars to pay for my trip to summer camp. Would you like to buy some?" Her brother Jason stood down on the sidewalk trying to stay in the background. Jason Longwick could never just stay in the background. I have seen him for years stroll by my house as he walks the family's French poodle to the community's park. I am guessing he is 15 now and the perfect boy next door. He has a reputation for being very respectful and helpful to the neighbors. He is an A-student and deeply involved in school and church activities. But I have seen him run and play basketball and I see a kid with super charge hormones. So Jason is standing there with his eyes glued to his phone and just listening to his sister's spiel. I see a 5-10 young man wearing a faded, 2016 T-shirt from the local Catholic summer service camp. The light green shirt is now too small on the growing boy. Its sleeves are stretched for some nicely forming biceps and the shirt now fails to reach his waist. It reveals a hard stomach and a wonderful black treasurer trail. He is wearing a pair of old yellow school gym shorts. These are also getting too small and there is a noticeable bump as he wears his soft cock down. His sister drones on with her pitch, "Jason is with me in case you want to pay for your order with PayPal or Venmo." At that Jason, looks up. But his eyes rest of my clearly visible cock and I see a quick smile form and this just as quickly disappear as he makes eye contact. He has the most intense, mesmerizing bottle green eyes and he looks directly into mine. "Yea, I am collecting the names of those who want to pay online and I will return later with my dad's account information so we can complete the sale. So are you interested?" he asks with a sly wink. I verbally stumble at this possible invitation. As I recover, I tell Jennifer and I will order $25 worth of her energy bars and wish her good luck. Looking directly into Jason's green eyes, "And, Jason I will be here all afternoon. I can handle the sale or you can wait until my wife returns at 6." "Oh, you are one of the last houses we are hitting today. I have a few others I need to stop back and then I will swing by here in say an hour." After the appropriate thanks, they both turned and headed down the sidewalk. As Jason, turned I was dumbfounded as I could see the outline a gay-friendly jockstrap that highlighted his bubble butt. "Shit, he must do his own laundry because I can't imagine his mother would allow him to even own such sexy underwear," I thought to myself. "And, he wears this in the locker room of his Catholic school? Boy is he sending out signals." As I sit juggling a dozen lurid online conversations, I am I am fondling my growing cock through the lycra fabric of my riding shorts. I hear footsteps on my wooden front porch and I quickly try to gain control of my thoughts as I approach the door. There standing in the doorway is Jason all decked out is a stunning white, one-piece Team Argos-Shimano cycling gear. If the kid's too small gym shorts implied he had a cock worthy of his name, Longwick, the outline of this growing teen cock was pressed against the thin fabric. After a very quick greeting we both quickly averted our eyes so we were not staring at each other's barely concealed cock. "Mr. Joseph, I am here to exchange," he began and then had a very pregnant pause as his eyes again drifted towards my cock. He caught himself and finished, "information so that we can charge your Venmo account for Jennifer's energy bars." "Jason, come on in. Have a seat on the couch while I get my tablet." I joined him on the black leather couch, which felt so sensuous again my thinly-clad ass. No sooner than I was sitting than Jason shifted so that his bare leg was touching my bare leg. The physical contact with those young legs with firm muscles and just a hint of black curly hairs sprouting on the back of his calves and the front of his thighs sent a strong jolt of electricity throughout my body. I swear I saw my cock do a double twitch. I now know I was hoping to find a way to seduce him. Just how? While I label myself a bisexual, I have not actually touched a man, or boy, for the five years I been married. God, I have looked and dreamed, but last blow job was by the younger brother of my best friend/best man. We carried on a hot, but secret fuck life for the final six weeks of my single life. That blow job was literally in a closet at my rehearsal dinner. My wife never suspected a thing because I continued to passionately fuck her on a regular basis. But my married sex life has been waning with pressure on her at work. With the freedom of working at home, I have been regularly viewing gay porn and engaging in video jack-off conversations with young men. I am hoping all these hot twinks have been legal, but I am taking them at their word. So as we sit there casually rubbing our legs together, I open up my tablet. To get to my banking app, I made of show of closing my sex messaging apps. I saw Jason's eye watch the screen and get larger as I closed some photos of hot jocks in speedos. "Ok, here is Dad's account information. Its, V. Harry Longwick." As he handed me the piece of paper with the long account number, his hand fell onto my cock and stayed there. Then he began to circling my mushroom head. My dick was fully erect and straining to get free the moment his finger completed the second circle of my tip. "Jason," I said sharply, but without raising my voice. "What do you think you are going?" As he moved his hand to message my balls, he stared at me with those intoxicating green eyes and in a low, voice, he replied, "SilentSam, I know you want this and so do I." Trying to gather my senses and regain control of the situation, my mind wondering, "How does he know my screen name on Grindr? And what else does he know. Have I been showing my cock to him?" But instead, I asked, "SilentSam? Jason, yes my first name is Sam, but what is this Silent shit. I don't think I have the reputation in the neighborhood as being a quiet, silent character." Pulling his hand away from my cock and now rubbing his own erect 6-inch cock, Jason with a sly voice, answers, "Because, I have been following you for six months on Grindr, Wickr and Kik. I know you like men, well actually you crave hot high school boys who are just starting to grow pubes. I think you call them starter pubes. You want that innocent looking, boy-next-door type rather than a hunky, muscle-bound football player. You want someone like me!" I am sure I began to turn three shade of red. He has indeed been reading my posts. I have been spying on him with my binoculars. From my upstairs office window, I can see through the backyard and watch him play basketball. I have told others about this hot neighborhood boy who plays ball wearing short, provocative trunks while his friends wear the longer in-style basketball shorts. This boy also manages to always be on the "skins" team. "He has the perfect, fuckable bubble butt," I wrote to a number of my sexting friends. The object of my wet dreams now sat beside me and he is seemingly offering himself to me. Oh, Fuck! Jason stood up and began to unzip his tight, white suite. As he slowly unzipped, his hard, hairless chest was exposed and then those flat, quarter-size nipples. He paused to rub one and then lifted his arms of the suit and stretched. I could now see the small patches of black hair in each of his pits. He stopped to smell his pits and then smiled. His green eyes were locked on mine as resumed undressing. That wonderful treasure trail was now exposed. He put his hand over his cock and rubbed it and sighed. Then he stopped. His cock was still hidden. Dropping to his knees, he reached up and fondled my cock. He leaned in and took a deep breath. His smile grew even wider and his eyes had a lustful gaze. He leaned in more and began to lick my dick through the black fabric. I swear my 7-inch dick grew another half inch as it became a rod of steel. He paused, gave me a shit-eating grin and dived in and with his teeth he pulled pack the fabric exposing my dick. My beautiful, 7-inch dick was exposed to the real world. No more video shit. No more graining still shots. And no more saving it for the wife. It was about to be touched by my extremely hot, self-assured 15-year-old boy next door. He tenderly took my cock in his hands and traced his finger along my vein. He then ever so gently, almost for the fear of breaking them, started to fondle my golf-ball size eggs. Again, he traces circles on each matching nut sending chills through my body. With the devil in his eyes and Satan on lips, this angelic Catholic school boy started to lick my steel rod. His tongue was like magic with the lightest touch on the underside of my cock. "God," I thought, "this kid has experience, but I don't dare ask him now for fearing upsetting him." With his bright green eyes now glowing with lust, his tongue circles my mushroom and he then plunges down on my cock. He is taking the bulk of my 7-inch cock into his mouth. This is no small feat since I am shaped like a Red Bull can! Up and Down he pumps and then every 10th stroke he pauses to again give my underside some tender tongue action. "I am about to cum, please slow down," I begged. "Let me see your cock and give you a blow job." I am thinking it would not be his first head! He takes his lips off my cock and then unzipped his suit exposing his cock. I am in awe. It is six inches pointing straight out with the rigidity of a diving board. He has a nice black bush of course hair that matches the texture of his head. He has two nice matching balls about the size of jaw breakers. He has more than the starter pubes I like, but his bush is still a nice patch above his cock that has not spread to his legs. Boys are so wonderful. And, he was dripping pre cum in rather large amounts. I reached to stroke his cock and he brushed it away. "SilentSam, this is all about you and not pleasuring me. You can suck me another time. This is your fantasy come true. My fantasy has been to suck your cock rather than to be blowed." With that he pushed me down on the couch and was now laying on top of my legs. He was now aggressively reached for my throbbing cock and placed it in his warm, soft mouth. I just about lost it right there. He was now vigorously pumping me with his whole mouth. I could feel his hairless chin brush against my trimmed bush. Up and down he plunged, over and over again. "I am about to cum," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Take it. Take all of it," I yelled. And then with the deepest satisfied moan, I let go. I could feel my cum drive deep into his throat, pulse after pulse. He stopped pumping. I could feel him swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of my mushroom head. This he stopped, pulled away and with the biggest, shit-eating grin smiled and opened his mouth. There on his pink tongue sat my pearly-white cum. After displaying his trophy, he swallowed it. If I smoked, now would be the time for an after-sex drag and nice mellow scotch. Instead, he quickly covered me back up and zipped up his suit. Standing up and staring down into my eyes, he asked in a voice that still was a crackly mix between a tenor and bass, "Did I do good? Did I fulfill your fantasy?" "Jason, Jason, Jason, it was wonderful. I have never had a head as sensual and tender as you just gave me. And, I have been blown since I was 13!" "I want to satisfy you. Look, the front of your suit it is so wet with your pre-cum that it is almost see through. You need a release." "Not now," he said. "I am actually going on a training ride with my team. The exercise will take my mind off your hot cock. I will soon be sweating so my pre cum will just get mixed in. In 10 miles we will all have see-thru suits!" As he adjusted himself so he was wearing his Longwick up, Jason said, "I do want to do this again. And often. And yes, I do want you to suck me and even fuck me." With my eyes fixed on his bubble butt, "Jason there is nothing in this world that I would like more than to make love to you. I would not call it fucking, but loving. I would gently stroke and kiss you wonderful body and then I would lubricate your love hole with my tongue until you would be on the edge of an orgasm. And when you are moist and quivering, I would carefully stretch your love hole with my fingers. Only after an hour of preparing you, would I enter you and with each thrust I would softy caress your prostrate. I will not cum until you cum." His eyes were glazed and he had a frog in this throat as he tried to speak, "SilentSam that sounds so wonderful. I want you to make love to me. When can we do this." This is the tricky part, I thought. Neither of us can be seen spending afternoons in my house with drapes drawn. I have got to find a place remote and far from prying eyes. "Jason, you know we can't do it here. The neighbors notice things like a hot twink spending afternoons with a married man, who is home alone. Your parent will wonder what's up." "I have an idea. You obviously like to bike and so do I. Why don't we go on regular training trips along the river? I know a few dirt paths that have smaller hidden side paths. One leads deep into the woods and an abandoned cabin and another leads to an island in the middle of the river. I think both places would be safe for our love making. Does this sound like a plan?" "Yes, yes, yes," he shouts as he pumps his fist into the air. Jason leans forward, stands on his toes to close the 4-inch gap in our height, and whispers into my right ear, "How about tomorrow afternoon?" And gives me a soft kiss on the check and he slips away toward the front door. As he goes out the door, he turns around and says, "You can chat with me on Grindr. I am BJ Longstretch from Intercourse, Pennsylvania. You won't find a profile photo because I am Amish." He laughed loudly as he did an exaggerated sway to his bike. I just stared as that wonderful butt rode away. Tomorrow, that ass will be mine. There will be another chapter, but it may be a while before I can write it. Comments and plots suggestions are welcome. Contact me at jj22lives@yahoo.com Here is the photo that inspired my story. http://bit.ly/icyclistnextdoor. He is on my blog.