A Sweet Ride

Everyone is over the age of eighteen in this story. This is a short introductory chapter to a semi-autobiographical story from years ago...

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"..... OK, Professor Callahan, I'll swing by during your office hours on Monday if that's OK?"

"Sounds good, James. I'll see you then," replied the Professor.

Philosophy 2205 Critical Thinking was just letting out.... I overheard their conversation as I walked out the classroom door and headed downstairs to grab my bicycle that was secured to the rack in front of Delton Hall.

"Hey, that's a sweet ride," I heard from behind me as I bent over to unlock my bike.

"Thanks, it's fun and fast," I said proudly while unhitching my beautiful red Colnago racing frame with all Campagnolo components.

Pulling my bike out to show the person, I realized that it was James, the handsome classmate from Philosophy class.

"Wow," he smiled. "We should hook up for a ride sometime!"

"Sure, where do you usually ride? I have a great circuit mapped out to the lake and back... about 55 miles round trip. I'm thinking about heading out tomorrow morning on Saturday around 10, if you'd like to join me," I offered.

"Sounds excellent. I'm James, by the way."

"Sebastian," I responded, shaking his hand and making eye contact.

James began unlocking a red Holdsworth touring frame from the bike rack.

"Reynolds 531?" I inquired, assuming that tubular steel was used in his British touring frame.

"Indeed," there was that great smile again that lit his friendly face up. "Columbus?" James asked, referring to the steel used in my Italian steed.

"Exactly. With a 73 degree head tube angle," I showed him, demonstrating the tight turn in on my short wheelbase thoroughbred.

"You'll have to go easy on me, Sebastian, in order for me to keep up with you," James grinned slyly.

Something about his demeanor stuck a chord within me. I couldn't quite place it, but there was a happy feeling of butterflies in my stomach that drew me to James.

"Where do you want to meet?" James asked, bringing me to focus again on our conversation about tomorrow's ride. "I live near Five Points," he continued.

"I'm out near Dreher so I'll swing by and pick you up on my way through town," I responded, my voice giving away my excitement at having a riding partner for Saturday.

"I'll be ready to go at 10," James said as he handed my a note with his address scribbled on it.

"Cool. See you then!" I told James as I mounted my bike, clipped into the pedals and rode off.

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Saturday dawned with a cloudless blue sky and perfect riding weather. My mind wandered pleasantly as I showered. The nervous feeling of butterflies in my stomach returned as I thought of sharing the day with my handsome new friend, James.

The soapy loofah tickled my nipples as I washed my chest and shoulders, causing the taut little buds to bloom with pleasure. My hands wandered southward to my groin taking time to luxuriate, rubbing my balls with the new rose scented body wash I just opened up especially for this morning.

My cock thickened as I reached under my sack and gently bathed my taint. I slid my other hand behind me and soaped up my anus, rubbing the little knot and slowly relaxing it. I couldn't resist slipping my middle finger inside my bunghole, causing me to moan quietly with that uniquely male pleasure that comes from fingering myself.

Pulling at my ballsack, I bent over to further expose my hole and pushed my finger deeper up inside my ass.

"Oh, fuck me, James!" I exhaled in delight, surprising myself at this new fantasy being spoken out loud for the first time. My index finger joined my middle finger and slowly stretched my hole, accompanied by a burning sensation as my second sphincter tried to accommodate my probing.

I stopped for a moment and breathed deeply to help the muscle relax around my fingers as the burning slowly subsided to a warm glow permeating my ass and balls.

Groaning in pleasure, I pushed back onto my hand letting my two fingers slip further inside me. I loved the act of stretching my tight ass ring. It was so intimate and led to the gates of heavenly joy once I pressed on my love gland.

Standing under the warm stream of the shower and riding my fingers deeper, the warmth inside me intensified. My other hand was busy pulling and massaging my balls, eliciting sighs of ecstasy.

"Oh fuck yes!" I panted as I found that spot inside my ass that felt so good. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Falling over the edge of the cliff of intense sexual joy, I grabbed my turgid cock and jacked it furiously. The chasm opened in my mind as the rush of pleasure endorphins engulfed me.

"Oh my fucking godddddddddd, unnnh, unnnhhh, UNNNNHHHH!" I moaned as my ejaculation coated the shower stall glass with steaming hot ropes of cum.

Next chapter.... riding together at the lake with James...

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