Gay Erotic Stories

It was a nice sunny morning; I awoke with a huge hard on, and felt very randy. I decided I would go out for a ride on my bike seeing as it was such a glorious day. I had a quick wash and got ready for my bike ride. I looked into my wardrobe, revealing many different coloured Lycra outfits. Black shorts, green shorts, red shorts and many other colours. I chose none of these and decided on my white bib shorts. I put them on, stretching the tight Lycra around my every pounding muscle, making sure they were as tight as possible. I pulled them as tightly as I could up my little arse, because I just love the feel of them as they grope my hole. I adjusted my dick to fit nicely. I went outside and got on my bike. Off I went and headed towards the canal bank, as I made my way there, I could see various people staring at my bulge as I pedaled, This really turned me on. I arrived at the canal side and carried on cycling down the path. It felt really sensual as the sun beamed down and I felt almost naked. The sun faded slightly and a shower of rain occurred, this felt quite nice, as I was hot and sweaty by now and needed to cool down. I forgot what effect water had on my white outfit. Within minutes I was soaked and you could see through my entire little suit. Which left nothing to the imagination. I arrived at one of those gates where you have to dismount to get round it. As I got off my bike, another cyclist appeared, he was wearing a red bib short suit and his suit was transparent, he had the most amazing bulge in his shorts. I couldn’t help but look. He smiled and looked at my bulging shorts with delight. “It’s murder this rain,” he said. “Shows everything off.” I looked again at his now growing shorts. “For the better I think,” I said. “Do you fancy a ride with me?” he said. Why not? It was good to have company whilst cycling, I thought. “Sure.” We went through the gate. He went first; his arse was calling my name. I was dying to stroke it, so as I went through the gate, I purposely knocked him and stroked his sexy silky arse. “I know a quiet place just over there; we could stop and rest if you like,” he said with a sexy glint in his eye. We cycled for a few minutes. He led me towards a small wood just to the side of the canal bank. Eventually we stopped in an area that was quite secluded. “What’s your name?” I asked, “Paul.” “I’m Gary,” I said. “Do you ride down here a lot?” I asked him. “Most mornings; I like to come here and play with myself. There’s no one around here so I love to wank myself off.” I was surprised at his openness, and turned on by it. We got off our bikes and laid them down on the ground. Paul came nearer to me and began stroking my bulging dick. “These shorts really suit you,” he said, stroking me more and more. My dick hardened instantly. I began stroking his arse, poking my fingers in between his legs through his sexy shiny Lycra. He then put his hand inside my shorts and began playing with my balls. At this point I was already so excited I knew I just had to get hold of his dick. He peeled my entire suit off starting at the top; it was still sticky because of the rain. He peeled it right down until my throbbing dick emerged in its full glory. He crouched down and put my dick into his mouth. He licked and stroked it, and occasionally rubbed his hands around my hole. As he did this to me I wanked him as hard as I could. His hard dick felt really good in my hand. This was heaven. He continued to lick my dick and I couldn’t contain myself. I almost came in his mouth, but managed to hold it back. “I’ll have to give it you,” I said. I peeled down his shorts. The feel of the silky Lycra made my end throb even more; I bent him over and put my dick right up his arse. I thrust and thrust with both my hands wrapped around his glorious dick. He groaned as I banged him, harder and harder. As I wanked him he moaned with ecstasy and his dick released the most amount of cum I’d ever seen. I banged a few more times, took out my dick and pointed it in his face. I shot my cum all over his face, his tongue hanging out with the pleasure we had given each other. I couldn’t believe what I had done; it was excellent. I’d often fantasized of this happening one day while I was out cycling. When it came true it was an absolute joy.