Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 11:50:11 +0000 From: Paul Biffin Subject: The Cyclist, Ch 2 Wednesday was a stressful day. The phone never stopped, moaning emails, the boss in a bad mood. I couldn't wait for 5pm to come, so I could fuck off for a beer. I had a couple in the local, picked up a take-away and a bottle of wine and planned to chill and get an early night. At home I ate, undressed out of the office gear and chucked a loose top and some jogging bottoms on. Plonked the TV on, more for company than anything, because it was the usual shit. About 8.00 there was a knock on the door. I couldn't be bothered to answer it. They knocked again, so I went to give whoever it was a piece of my mind, (I was still stressed from work). I opened the door to the beaming smile of Jimmy, with a package and a bunch of flowers. Wow! I was gobsmacked. I composed myself and invited him in. He followed me through to the kitchen, where I could put the flowers in water and get another wine glass. He had his arms round me, kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine. We went back to the sofa. He said the package had the shorts and T I lent him Sunday. We kissed, I poured wine, we chatted as I unloaded the cares of my day onto him. After a few minutes of listening to my rant, he held my head in his hands and pulled me in for a long, sensitive kiss. When I came up for air, I apologised for going on a bit. We made out on the sofa, I slid his top off, his hands roamed over my chest, teasing my nipples, making them erect. My top came off, he kissed my neck, nipples, down to my belly and back up. I just let him take the lead. It felt great to give myself to him. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As we stood beside the bed, he kissed his way down my body again, easing my joggers down, my cock springing over the waistband. He lovingly licked over my dick and round onto my balls, before working his way back up, teasing me as to what he'd do next. He kicked off his shoes, unclipped his belt and slipped his jeans down, revealing a yellow Diesel jock strap, with his cock already poking out of one side. He pushed me gently down, till he could slide his dick into my mouth. The smell of his mustiness was intoxicating. He fucked my face, till, with a gentle push I fell backwards onto the bed. He climbed beside me. He looked into my eyes and we just kissed and cuddled for ages. He asked me to lay on my tummy. He straddled me and started massaging my shoulders, then worked his way down my spine. I could feel his balls slide over my crack as he worked his way down. He then moved back up my body and kissed and licked my neck and back down my spine to my buttocks. He eased my cheeks apart and tongue fucked me. He seemed oblivious that I hadn't showered since the morning. I just sighed, put my hands under my head and swam in the sensations. He was kissing my neck again as I felt his mushroom head pushing my hole. I've only ever topped, so this was an entirely new experience. I just succumbed to the pleasure. He pushed his way in a little. I yelped as the pain hit me. He pulled out again and reached over for the lube. With us greased up, he gently entered me again. This time it all felt so natural. He leaned over, kissed me and asked if it was ok. I nodded. He got into the press-up position and fucked me oh so slowly and gently, it was Heaven. He pulled out and asked me to turn over. As I did, my cock sprang into the air. Jimmy straddled me again and lowered himself onto me. He eased up a little so I could fuck him. I noticed he didn't touch himself. I warned him I was getting close. He moved off me, lifted my legs in the air and pushed his cock deep into me. He started ramming me hard. Without touching my cock, cum started pulsing out of me. Jimmy thrust even more and I felt him ejaculating. He leaned over, we cradled each other in our arms. The best de-stress I could ever have dreamed of. Without bothering to dress, we went back to the sofa and cuddled with a glass of wine. It was nearly midnight when we kissed goodnight, promising to see each other Sunday. I picked up the package, inside were the clothes I lent him, together with the cycling shorts he was wearing when we met. I slept wearing them. Am I falling in love or lust?