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The persistent marine layer kept Saturday morning cooler than usual. Jim fastened his helmet, latched his shoes, grabbed his bike, and was out the door. He had opted for a long sleeved jersey and was glad that he did when he felt the cool, Southern California morning air as he briskly pedaled his way north. Coast Highway was Jim's favorite place to ride. Jim had ridden just about every mile of Coastal California from San Diego to Santa Barbara.

Jim felt like a tiger today. He was cruising at 20 mph. His bike performed like the precision machine that it was. Jim was arrestingly handsome and loved to show off his buffed body any time he had the chance. He was wearing his white Assos cycling bib shorts that he just bought on line. He loved how the outline of his big, limp dick blatantly showed through the white lycra. His black and white jersey hugged his torso and showed his strong, muscular body. He looked amazing in his cycling gear. He passed other riders as he forged ahead at a fast pace. "Damn, I love my new bike!" Jim was one of the quickest guys in his cycling club and enjoyed entering races. Now he had an even better carbon fiber bike to showcase his talent.

Jim had been popular in high school and was the object of fantasy for all the girls. He dated a classmate, Lisa, in his senior year, but broke up after they graduated. He really didn't want to be tied down so he could pursue his true passion - cycling. It was the summer between his freshman and sophomore years of college. Just 4 more weeks before school starts. Jim was daydreaming while he rode along thinking back to one of the times he and Lisa were going at it while they were in Las Vegas for a weekend. She was a great girl, and their sex was good, but she was too demanding of his time. He was thinking about how he'd love to get laid again sooner than later. He was overdue for a good hand job and lamented that he didn't take care of it before he rushed out of his apartment.

15 miles from where he started his ride, Jim felt the increasing pressure in his bladder and knew that he would have to make a pit stop within the next 5 miles. There was one public mens room that he was holding out for just a few minutes up the highway. This particular restoom was Jim's favorite because the door was usually propped open to allow the air to circulate and the profile of the guy standing at the urinal was totally visible to the beachgoers walking by to get to the beach below. From the time that Jim was a little guy, he had always loved to have an audience when he took a piss and was never bashful. He never closed the bathroom door to pee even when his mom, his sisters, and her friends were home. He always looked for an excuse to pee in public when he could get away with it, and secretely loved the shocked reactions that he would get occasionally.

He grabbed the brake levers, unlatched his right foot, and got off his bike at the mens room entrance. He leaned his bike up against the wall next to the urinal, pulled the front part of his bibs down with his left hand, and proceeded to unleash his torrent of urine into the urinal. "Ah. I really needed this!" Jim exclaimed to himself. Seconds after he released his flow, a surfer set his board down on the cement right outside the doorway and began waxing it. Jim glanced over at the surfer. The surfer's eyes met Jim's. He nodded and said "What's up?" Jim replied that he was out for a bike ride and had to make a pit stop. The surfer gazed at Jim's 6" softie emptying itself like it was connected to a water supply, and said "Yeah. Looks like you really needed to go. I ride, too, and know how it is." Jim never considered that he was gay, yet really liked this hot young blond surfer guy watching him pee. 2 young ladies walked by and noticed the surfer. They looked up and saw Jim pissing away at the urinal, giggled, and kept walking. Jim loved that the girls saw him. He was just about done pissing and could feel his cock swelling. The surfer commented that the girls liked watching Jim pee. Jim laughed and said that it doesn't matter to him if people watch him while he pees, and that he actually likes it. The surfer confessed that when he saw Jim at the urinal that he decided to wax his board right there so he could watch. Jim asked him if he wanted a closer look. Needing no further invitation, the surfer walked in and stood next to Jim. Jim took the surfer's hand and placed it on his dick. The surfer began to tug on it back and forth. In seconds, Jim's dick was at its 8" rock hard length loving every stroke it was receiving. This was the first time another guy had ever touched his cock. Jim kicked the wedge from under the door so it would shut. He noticed the surfer sporting a long pole tenting the left leg of his shorts. He reached for the surfer's boner and touched it. The surfer moaned. "I'm Jim. What's your name?" "I'm Tyler." They both laughed. Jim undid the velcro closure to Tyler's boardshorts and they quickly hit the ground. Jim wrapped his hand around Tyler's love stick and started working it. Feeling another guy's hard dick in his hand was more of a turn on than he ever imagined. Jim's breathing started to get faster and harder. He knew he was close. Tyler was getting revved up, too. Jim's legs and torso tensed up and seconds later he shot ropes of cum with the force of an explosion. It was too much for Tyler to hold back and he shot repeated blasts of cum all over Jim's white bib shorts. Tyler apologized about messing up Jim's shorts, but Jim didn't care. "Dude, that was awesome!" "Yeah, bro, now I'm ready to get some waves." Tyler asked Jim if he could get his cell #. Jim agreed, and said maybe they could go for a bike ride up the coast on the weekend. Tyler replied "Sure!" and wrote Jim's # on the inside of his checkbook and said he'd give Jim a call. They both cleaned up at the sink, opened the door, placed the wedge under it and went on with their day.

Jim continued north on his bike almost in a dream state. Did that really just happen? He was smiling to himself. "I'd like to hear from Tyler again. He's a cool guy."

Jim stopped for a snack at one of his regular beach side cafes. He ordered a large glass of cranberry juice and a whole wheat bagel plain. Jim noticed a few people looking at him in his cycling shorts while he was waiting in line to place his order. He did an admirable job cleaning off Tyler's cum with a paper towel and water. He sat on the terrace with his bike by his side reflecting on how much fun the first half of his ride was. A few more sips, and he would be on his way south headed for home. Just before he got on the bike, a couple pulled up on bikes. The guy had the same Specialized carbon fiber bike as Jim's. He started talking to Jim about their bikes. Jim noticed that the guy kept looking at Jim's crotch. Jim chuckled to himself that all guys seem to notice other guy's dicks, even straight guys. Finally, Jim said "later!" to the 2 young cyclists and was on the road. The miles flew by as it was easy riding in the cool, cloudy weather. The cranberry juice was working its way though his system, and he knew that he would need to make another pit stop. Jim timed it well as made another stop at his favorite mens room. As he pulled up, he noticed a runner was at the urinal relieving himself. Jim smirked to himself as he waited for the guy to finish. By now, there was quite a bit of beach traffic passing by the restrooms. The runner left and Jim took his place at the urinal and started to piss. No one really noticed him, yet he enjoyed feeling the ocean breeze while he emptied himself. He thought about Tyler and what had happened just a few hours ago. "I hope he calls. That was fun!"

The story continues in "Further Adventures Of Our Young Cyclist, Jim"