Biking (by SSB) It happened a year ago. The winter had just gone, so every great fan of biking, like me, took the chance to ride every day we could. There is a good network of cycling paths in and around the city, so it is not a problem to ride out of the city easily. There are some hills south of the city which are quite close and which are popular destinations for short trips. One of them is especially high, so there is not more than two or three roads over there and nobody lives nearby. But there is a look-out tower at the top and you can take a chair lift up there in the skiing season. At day, there are very many people around, but nobody is there at night. I like going there because there is a relatively flat road on the hill, and another quite steep one, so I can tear along on the trip down. I met this boy there. It was dark already. Sometimes, I go biking at night because nobody bothers me, you see. It was very dark because no road lights were on. It takes a fool to go there at night, others think. I took a short rest at the top before descending. He came out of the dark on the road pushing his bike. His front light had gone out and he was too afraid of riding it in the darkness. He came straight up to me and asked me for a hand. I am not such a great talent at mending bikes, so I had no idea what to do. I offered him to follow me slowly down. He said he was afraid of riding his bike without his front light on, even if he could follow my back light ahead of him. He asked if I would be so kind that I push my bike down together with him. I did not like the idea very much, I was a bit angry because my speeding had to be cancelled. But I agreed to help him. I hope somebody else would have helped me, too, you see. We started pushing our bikes down the road. My lights were on working on the battery so we did not walk in total darkness. We had not been walking long when he started asking me about personal things. He asked where I went out, for example. I told him the name of the place. Everybody, even straights, know what THAT place is famous for. Yes, your bet is right, for gays. He said he had been there, too. He told me how much he liked somebody, but his guy was never alone, and he could not even catch his eyes. In the end it turned out this guy has tried to have sex with another boy, but he had never been able to do so. I asked him what that guy was like. I realised he could not have been too different from me. Then I asked him if he liked me. Instead of answering my question, he started talking about different things. I asked him again and he said he was not sure if he really wanted gay sex, and he was afraid I would get on my bike and leave him right in the middle of nowhere in the dark right away. I told him not to worry, I liked him very much. He was basically slim ,but had a very well worked-out upper body. He was a bit shorter than me, so I was sure he would make a perfect partner for me. I steered my bike close to him, so that I could touch his hand. He did not steer his away. So I felt encouraged to go on. I embraced his shoulders. He said he liked it. Then we stopped and told him how much I had liked his face and body when we met and we could clearly see each other. He made a compliment, too, and then I made a few more but I do not remember them. Slowly and tenderly we started kissing. Our bikes had already been lying on the ground. Then we started kissing harder. I remember how much of his saliva I swallowed, how nice it was feeling some of it rolling down on my neck and how much he sucked my tongue. I do not know how our T-shirts came down. I could not see much of his body but I could feel it was solid as a rock. He wore shorts, I wore jeans. His cock was longer but lanky. By the time my arms started mapping that part of his body, its end was out. There was not enough room for mine in my tight boxer and jeans, either. I caught his hand and led it on my semi-hard cock behind my zipper. He knew what he was supposed to do. As he took it out, the first drops were pressed out, I felt them. He crouched and started sucking it. It was evident he had never had a cock in his mouth. I did not want to cum in his mouth, because I wanted to keep my load for his hole. When I could not stand it and was in danger of cumming, I took it out and held it strongly. Then I crouched and set his tool free. It was really long, so I could hold it with both of my palms. When I put it deep into my mouth, still I held it with one of my hands, so that he felt maximum joy along it all. It went on for about half a minute, because he told me he wanted to kiss again. I stood up, put one of my hands around his shoulders again, kissed him, but I did not stop masturbating his cock with the other . Not another half a minute went by and he came. I thought it was over and mine got trapped in. He said he was enjoying it very much and he did not understand why I stopped kissing him. We started kissing again and he found my cock with his hand. I started hoping again that maybe I could fuck him. I was wondering how to ask him if I could fuck him, when he told me, "I want to try everything." Maybe he meant he wanted to fuck me, but I put on the condom. I turned him around and asked him to draw back his shoulders. I was caressing his chest and abdomen as I tried to find my way in. It was not easy at all. Then he said he would bend ahead. It was much easier that way. I thought he would faint immediately. He nearly cried, as I pushed my thick cock inside. Still I wonder what type of condom it was, because it was so well lubricated. I told him to let me caress his chest again. He was in ecstasy. I heard he was masturbating. I took his hands away and told him, "Do not cum outside." I wanted him to fuck me, too. Usually I let somebody fuck me only if he wants it very much, and this guy did not say a word! When I came and pulled my cock out, he asked to pour my juice on his back. Then I did not think it was a strange request. Now I do. Then he stood behind me right away and tried to push his cock in. He was not talented at this, either. When he finally managed to get inside, he started worrying if it had not been bad for me. I enjoyed his cock inside very much and I told him I wanted to feel more of it in. I literally felt it slipping deeper and deeper. He was talking to me all the way until he came. He said he had never been in such a tight hole (pussy I guess) ever in his life. He said it was a real wonder for him that this was happening to him. I felt my cock was ready for action again, so I started working on it. It did not take much to cum again. Had he not held me, I would have fallen on my nose, I am sure. He came soon after me. I was standing and our tongues touched. We could not kiss in that position, you see. He took it out with great care. He could not stop speaking highly about the joy we had just had. We kissed as we put back on our clothes. Slowly we descended from the hill. I hoped we would never reach the valley. Certainly, finally we did. He told me his phone number and he made a note of mine. I knew I would not forget his by the time I got home. The events afterwards were not so good. I gave him a call the following day. We met and had a drink and agreed to meet in a few days' time at the weekend. We met, I was prepared we were going to have sex again. Instead he wanted to talk to me. He told me he had a remorse and he did not want to have sex with a guy again. I was very cross with him. He was very good to have sex with, but I did not want to heal his soul, which must have been in ruins for sure. We have never met again. And I have never taken those roads again at night. I keep a good memory of him still. Do you think it is all right this way or should I wipe him out of mind for good? An outsider might say I abused the situation or that I raped him. It was not the case at all. Somebody being raped does not cry of joy and his cock is not erected, is it? ------------------------------------------ Comments are welcome. Please write to me at ssb@pcpostal.com. Thanks. SSB ------------------------------------------
