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If you have made it this far, then by now you should know this is a story involving gay male sex with consenting adults and adult situations. If you are not legally allowed to view this material or if it will offend your sensibilities, then leave and leave quickly cause the fun is just about to begin...
Note to Readers:
If you haven't discovered by now, I really like spandex whether it be zentai or speedo sized... sometimes it will be fleeting, but I will always put some in... I have been reading from Nifty for a while and decided to contribute... I would love to know what my fellow readers think... so if you have a thought or a suggestion, drop me a line DCNightwolf1@yahoo.com
Spandex Studs: Tim's Goodbye by DCNightwolf
Sweat ran down Tim's spinal column. His arms trembled from the effort to hold them in position for so long. His heart raced and his breath came in ragged, exhausted stutters. His ass was sore. Tim wanted to cry out for relief but all he could think about were those mangos of Brian's calf muscles and the gorgeous tree trunks of the man's legs rising to meet the hardened sweat slicked limb pounding furiously behind him. Finally the end was in sight. As the sun began it's slow descent from the noon peak, Tim felts his cheeks and legs tighten in the slick fabric that surrounded their hard bodies. Brian bellowed a "YES!" that echoed around them. Both men coasted to a satisfied stop. With a grimace of pain, Tim dismounted. Brian stood on unsteady legs also. It always took so much to remain riding so long!
"Damn! We haven't done that in a while!" Brian said with a smile and began rubbing his well muscled biceps.
Tim swallowed a large drink of water and stepped into an embrace with the 5ft 7in stud. He bent his own 6ft 1 frame over and kissed his lover. Both men tasted the saltiness of sweat and the after taste of their oral pleasure on top of Ord Peak. Their packages were stiff with need as each found the other's tongue. Brian gasped as Tim carassed his nipple. He rasped his finger around and finally pinched the hard pebble. Tim moved his tongue to flick it through Brian's flame red under armour long sleeve. Brian cupped and then traced two finger around the dimpled muscles of Tim's right ass cheek. The now gloveless finger glided over the skin tight fabric of the bib shorts.
Breaking away, Tim left a breathless stud and walked his mountain bike to a tree at their lakeside campground. The brunette moved to the picnic table. He put his helmet down and took off his shoes and socks. Extending his body, Dr. Tim Westfall stretched his sore muscles. The Pediatrician was covered in sweat from the ten mile ride up to the peak and back. His sandy brown haired hunk stepped up behind him and slid his pole between the blue fabric that separated his cheeks.
Dr. Brian Clifford had met his lover in the first week of residency in Seattle and had become best friends. Both were avid mountain bikers. It wasn't until their fourth adventure that suspicions they had were confirmed. The weekend was done with a swap of sweaty, cum stained gear. It also left Tim filled with Brian's cream. Brian was a total Top. The tall drink of water also introduced his pocket gay to spandex. The sex got even hotter as the two men began to wear the form fitting material under their scrubs.
After a year, Brian realized that he was also bisexual. When he had confessed this to Tim, his lover had been devastated and the fight awful. Tim re-evaluated things and found himself at the local pool. Clad in the skimpy black brief with the neon green piping, Tim found his thoughts settling as he sped through the water. His teenage sport, where he learned of his spandex feelings, was back in his life after a year's abscence. Being a resident was time consuming. Yet Tim began to make the time as it relieved his stress and he found a lot more energy after his swim. After two months alone, Tim invited Brian to coffee. During their talk, Tim requested periodic testing. Now that they weren't monogamous, Brian would also have to start using condoms. Dr. Studly wondered if they could resume their bike trips? And man did they resume! Apparently Tim's chlorine scented body turned Brian insatiable!
For Christmas that year, Tim gave Brian a package and had him wait. The now completely buff doctor went into his bedroom and slipped out of his clothes. His 8in shaft was throbbing as he brought the Zentai body suit up his legs. The navy blue fabric strained as he encased his groin in the cock sleeve and the concealing pouch. He pushed his long arms into the fabric that was bracketed on both the top of the sleeve and from the wrist to the armpit and continuing down to the ankle with a band of one inch silver fabric. With the zipper closed completely up to the mock turtle kneck collar, Tim squatted and felt the o-ring insert itself into his entrance as his cheeks separated into two pouches. Sitting on his bed, Tim slipped the booties and the gloves on while wiggling his butt . The sensation made a wet spot on his pouch. He stood and grinned wickedly into the mirror and carried his hood into the living room.
Brian heard the whistle from the doorway and his jaw dropped to the floor. Like a naked god, Tim stood there - the fabric clinging and tracing every ridge line from his dick to his beautiful shoulders. Without thought, Brian tossed his present aside and tackeled his boy friend. Tim found himself on his back with a mouth engulfing his shaft and balls and hands skimming across his body. The fabric set his body afire. He was almost sad when he pushed Brian off. His man was visibly disappointed. That was until Tim handed him his present again. Understanding dawned when Brian tore into the wrapping paper and saw the black with orange piping and ripped the plastic away from his own zentai suit. The sleeve was stretched to the breaking point from the thickness of his soda can dick. Brian lost control when the zipper was closed and neither hunk knew exactly how many times they fucked. They had memories from every room in the house and from under the christmas tree. The only concrete lucid memories were a drooling cop who had investigated about a noise complaint and on waking up two days later.
At the end of their second year of residency, Tim began thinking about peds and Brian was heading for thorastics. Brian also proposed to a nurse in the ICU. When he had told Tim about his feelings for Cathey, he had agreed to be the Best Man happily. Tim thought their relationship was over, but Brian had asked to continue. Typical of a heart surgeon, Brian wanted it all. And Tim had tried to give it to him.
When Brian had told him about his feelings for Cathey, he happily agreed to be his best man.
Pushing back against the shaft, Tim wiggled and laughed heartily and moved to the shore. He sputtered after he dove into the pleasantly cool waters. That thick dick swung in Brian's bib shorts as he walked into the water. The two men loosened up their muscles and rinsed the sweat from the slinky clothes. Brian peeled the clothing off his lover. He could feel his friend pulling away emotionally. Tim hung both sets of cycling outfits from a tree limb and walked back into the water.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Brian asked.
Tim sighed. "It is the same thing we have been talking about since you started dating Cathey. I feel like the other woman. I actually like her and think of her as a friend."
Brian quickly back pedalled as usual when the topic came up.
Since Tim had already made his choices, he let it go.
The men played and romped and allowed their naked bodies to cool under the setting sun as they fixed dinner over the camp fire. After dinner and clean up was done, both men lay exhausted on the kings size sleeping bag in the tent. Traditionally Brian brought all the gear.
"I wanna give you something." Tim whispered in his lover's ear.
Brian felt Tim move around and roll him on his stomach. Tim took cool massage oil and began working Brian's shoulders to his butt. Both men had cleaned out and cleaned up after dinner and it felt great when Tim's elongated fingers massaged his gluts. Panic set it as he felt the tip of Tim's shaft playing at his entrance.
"It's ok" Tim said reassuredly. "This is my gift to you."
Without further adieu, Tim pressed his shaft deeper into Brian's core. The lube helped the bare dick slide in easier to the virgin hole. Brian was in heaven as the pumping began and they synced their rhythm. For an eternity, Tim drove himself into the heat of his lover. Tim felt his balls draw up into himself and he delivered a thick stream of juice into Brian.
Panting and totally amazed, Brian expressed his love to Tim. All too soon, Tim was ready and his lover greedily accepted once again. Soon they had fallen asleep. Near midnight, Tim woke Brian and he made love to him on the picnic table under the stars. Tim pulled his shaft free and sucked the goo from Brian's torso and hoovered the man's dick clean. He carried his pocket sized lover to the tent.
Well close to two am, Tim left the tent amid Brian's snores. He looked longingly at his lover and then gazed into the dying embers of the fire. The flames blurred as the tears fell silently. He walked into the woods and emptied himself and splashed quietly in the water to clean up. Still weeping he pulled on a set of tights and an orange under armour long sleeve to stay warm. He slid the bibs up the slick fabrick and took his jersey, tucking it in the back of his bibs. With his shoes now on, Tim left an envelope and a package on the picnic table in a plastic ziplock bag. Finally, Tim used the full moon and a head lamp to walk his bike slowly the four miles to the parking lot.
As the sun began to rise over the Cascades, Tim mounted his bike and embarked on the 20 mile ride home. A few hours later, just as Tim arrived in town. Always one with impecible timing, he handed off his bike to the movers and let himself in as they packed his belongings. Tim had just finished jerking off in the shower when the sun tickled Brian's face and he awoke. Wondering where Tim was, the brown haired man went and relieved himself. Walking out of the woods, his eyes fixed on the baggy and envelope. His heart sank. Without needing to look, Brian knew there was only one set of clothes on the tree. He took the note and gingerly sat down with the cold water lapping at his feet. The tears started falling as he read.
My dearest Brian,
As you read this you will know I was serious in our conversations. I love you and always will, but I can't live my life as the mistress. These last three years will always be cherished.
It will terrify you to read this, but Cathey knew about since us before you started dating. It was her idea that I keep going on our trips seeing how happy they made you. Cathey is a find in a million Brian.
To help you both embrace this, I have taken a job back east. She is disappointed that I won't be around. But she is happy for me. I have left you something that Cathey has expressed interest in.
Please consider our love making last night my final gift to you. I just couldn't say goodbye.
Love...Tim
Brian held the note and cried. He went over and unwrapped the present. In the small plastic pouch, was a matching set of zentai suits for both him and his wife.
Stricken and knowing Tim was right, he dressed in his gear as lovingly as if Tim was putting the clothes on him. Heavy of heart, he packed up the campsite and made his way to the car. He sat there with the knowledge that Cathey would hold him as he cried himself to sleep. Maybe this weekend he would start over with her and show her the suits. He pulled out onto the highway. At that moment, the plane's door shut. Tim readied for take off to Pittsburgh and the Children's hospital there.
In the car on the highway and the plane taking off into the sky, both men realized the time had closed and each launched into the rest of his life.
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