Tour du JO
Marty kept up with the group of bikers, but the hill was coming up and he knew that that was where he would fall behind. He could feel it already; the ground was starting to incline and the group of bikers was starting to get ahead of him. It didn't take too long before the group was way out ahead of him and he fell behind. The longer they pedealed, the more farther they got ahead of him. Soon he was way behind, except for one rider he saw not too far ahead of him. It appeared the other rider was slowing down and letting Marty catch up to him.
"What're you doing back here?" asked the other rider as soon as he was close enough for Marty to hear.
"Jerking off," Marty quipped. "This hill is a killer."
"Yeah," agreed the other biker, "it's a bitch."
They pedealed side-by-side for a few more minutes before the other biker said, "That's not a bad idea."
"Huh?"
"Jerking off."
Marty looked at him like he was crazy.
"I know a path not to far from here were we can go down into the woods and jerk off," the rider said. "Hell, we aren't going to win the race, so we might was well enjoy the scenery with a jerk off session. How about it?"
Marty shrugged his shoulders. It's true that he wasn't going to win the race, or even finish at this point.
"Come on," urged the other rider. "I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. Ever see another guy jerk off?"
"Uh, no," said Marty.
"Well, now's a good time. It's pretty incredible watching another guy play with himself while you're doing it yourself."
"I don't know," said Mary. They rode in silence for the next few minutes. Marty thought about it as they rode. Maybe if this guy keeps talking to me about it, thought Marty, I might be persuaded to jerk off with him.
"Hey, it's right here," the other biker suddenly said. He stopped his bike and got off. "Come on."
Marty also stopped his bike and got off. They carried their bikes with them as the biker led Marty down a path between the trees and bushes along the side of the road. He told Marty his name was Jake. He didn't say much else as he led Marty, except to warn him about a bad spot to step or a tree limb. Finally they came int a small clearing and put down their bikes, leaning them against some trees.
"Great, I can't wait," huffed Jake as he turned to Marty and struggled to pull his tight biker shorts down, exposing his manhood. Marty tried not to look at his half-naked friend, but Jake saw his eyes dart around and said, "It's okay to look at my dick, Marty. That's what we're here for, to look at each other pulling on our dicks."
Jake stood in front of Marty, his shorts bunched up just above his knees. Jake waited for Marty.
"What're you waiting for, get those shorts down so I can see your dick," Jake finally said.
Marty hooked his thumbs in the tight waistband of his biker shorts and pulled them down, exposing his dick to Jake. The two half-naked bikers stood and stared at each other's dicks. Jakes dick was limp and about three inches as it hung softly in his crotch, slightly covering his sagging balls. Marty's was about a half inch shorter limp, but seeing another man's dick made his start to grow a bit. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Jake started playing with his. He took his dick in between his fore and middle finger and thumb and started pulling on it.
"How big does your dick get when it's hard?" asked Jake.
"Six inches," replied Marty. "What about you?"
"Same, maybe a half inch more." Jake played with his dick, rubbing it to get it hard enough for him to wrap his whole fist around it. "What're you waiting for again? Start pulling on that dick of yours so I can see it hard."
Marty took his dick in his fingers and started rubbing and squeezing it, making it hard.
Soon the two biker stood in the clearing with their dicks hard and sticking out in front of them. Jake rubbed his hard dick in his fist slowly, enjoying the feelings the coursed through his body. He noticed Marty stroking his hard dick rather quickly and said, "Hey, man, jerk slowly, you're not in the race any more. Let the feeling of your hand around your dick relax you. Feel the hardness of your erection and the heat of the blood."
Marty slowed as he was told, letting the feeling of the moment swell over him. He stroked slowly, and sure enough, he emersed himself in the hardness of his dick, the smoothness of the head of his dick, and the heat that flowed up his arm and ove r his body.
"This is really cool, isn't it?" Jaked asked. "Two guys watching each other jerk off. Two stiff dicks, good feelings." He paused, then continued, "So, you've never seen another guy jerk off, Marty?"
"Nope."
"I have. It's really cool, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm glad you talked me into it," said Marty.
As they continued to stroke their hard dicks in front of each other, Jake told Marty about the different time he watched other guys jerk off. He told Marty about the first time he watched another guy was when he was in high school and he and his friend jerked off in the back yard while they were talking about a girl in their school, and how they did it a lot after that. And there was a time when he went to a jerk off club and masturbated with a group of about twenty guys.
"Shit, that was really hot," Jake concluded.
"I bet," agreed Marty.
"Turn to the side and let me see your dick sticking out," Jake said, suddenly changing the subject to the one at hand.
Marty turned, showing Jake his erection that pointed into the air. Marty's erection throbbed in midair, bobbing with each beat of his heart as blood coursed through his dick.
"It's incredible," Jake said, "how a dick get's hard. Push your hips forward a little, it makes your dick stick out a little further."
Marty pushed his hips forward. Not only did it makes his dick stick out in midair further, but it made it look longer and thicker. Marty looked at it, bobbing in front of him, then he looked over at Jake, pumping his own dick as he stared at Marty's.
"Now you," Marty said.
Jake turned and stood beside him. Both men stood side-by-side, their dicks pointing out in front of them. They gripped their own dicks and stroked, each getting more excited as they watch the other enjoy the manipulations of their dicks.
"Man, I'm going to come," Jake said.
"Let's see who shoots the farthest," Marty breathed as he gripped his dick.
The two bikers began beating faster, their breathing quickening as they approached their orgasms.
"I'm coming," breathed Jake.
"Wait for me," Marty said, stroking faster. "Okay, buddy, let's blow."
On cue, both men came, shooting a stream of semen into the air. They grunted as the waves of orgasm pulsed through their bodies and the semen shot onto the forest floor in front of them. Their fists still moved fast and furious over their dicks as the semen stopped spurting and just oozed out of the tips of the heads and over their knuckles. Then they slowed their stroking, and finally stopped. As they stood next to each other, they panted, breathing in air, trying to calm down after their jerk off session.
"That was great, Marty," Jaked puffed. "I told you jerking off with another guy watching was great."
"Yup." Marty was feeling pretty good. His first time watching and being watched by another man while he was masturbating was something he'd always remember.
It took another fifteen minutes or so before both of their dicks went limp enough so they could put their biker shorts back on. They sat around discussing future times when they could get together and jerk off with each other. The discussion went on as they carried their bikes back to the road and rejoined the race. In another half hour they finally crested the hill, but by that time, the other racers were miles ahead.