Sprints and Intervals: Chapter 3
The sides of our cockheads touched... I heard him take in a deep breath through his nostrils. He was smelling me... He squeezed my cock and quickly wrapped his right hand around my back to pull me into him... His right hand guided my left hand to his cock and then he laid the hand on my abs... He stepped up his strokes over my cock and glided his thumb over the underside along the ridge at the base of my circumcised cockhead... His right hand brushed over my two hard nipples...
"Don't put a label on it. Breath. Let me..."
I was reliving it. I was replaying it. Over and over. I hear his voice saying those words and then my cock is so hard if I touch it I think I will explode cum into my paints. STOP! Unless I want a big wet spot right here in the middle of the office, this has to stop.
It has been five days since 'the encounter'. I guess I need a label for things. Especially 'this'.
"This is an amazing moment. Don't put a label on it. Breath. Let me."
Ugh! What am I going to do? When will I stop thinking about it? About him? About him touching me, and him stroking my cock, and rubbing his other hand all over my abs, chest and hard nipples?
It's been five days! Five days and not a word from him. No follow up text message. Like 'wow, lol', or 'that was intense', or 'omg!', or 'hey, want to finish what we started?'. Was what we did so insignificant to him? I'm dying over here!
I won't call or text. I have to wait until tomorrow night when I'm sure he will confirm Wednesday morning's ride. I already know what I want to send as my text message. "Same time, same place?"
"Same everything."
FUCK! I am never going to get any work done.
I awoke Wednesday morning before the alarm went off at 5:15am. Lying in bed I tried not to think about the encounter. Instead I focused on the ride, what I wanted to accomplish and what I needed to take with me for the ride.
"What should I wear for after the ride?" I asked myself.
Jeremiah suggested we grab Starbucks after the ride this morning. I jumped up and pulled out my faded red cut-off chinos, blue slim fit deep v-neck tee and a pair of Havaianas. I am thinking a lot about what I should wear, but that was normal for me.
"What underwear should I take? Hmm, no underwear. It will be easier for me to just slide on the chinos and the underwear is just another piece of clothing I'll have to wash immediately after the ride."
"Same everything." pops into my head again. Well, truthfully those two words are permanently playing on repeat. They are forever altered in my consciousness.
It was still dark when I pulled into the empty parking lot at 6:15am. I had passed a few runners and one cyclist on my way in. They must live in the neighborhoods around here. I quickly unloaded my bike and gear. I was in my cycling kit except for my socks, shoes, helmet and gloves. Jeremiah had mentioned to me that he really liked the tight fitting Castelli jersey I wore at the century ride when we first met. He said it looked like Gucci. I didn't see it myself, but I did think it was a hot looking jersey which is why I bought it. My kit coordinated but wasn't a matching set. I have to admit I checked myself out in the mirror this morning and thought I looked pretty damn hot. It gave me a boner as I admired my slim but muscular frame in the jersey followed by my powerful legs, my ass, and the bulge in my cycling shorts - it all started to make me horny. I prided myself on having good taste and some skills at how to dress for every occasion. When I decided to get into road cycling I didn't buy just any bicycle. I shopped and researched and test drove a dozen bikes. Ultimately I fell in love with a Bianchi. The bicycle had to ride well, sure, but I also wanted mine to be beautiful. Same thing when it came to the kit. I wanted to wear clothes that looked good. It turned me off to see guys riding in ugly kits or kits that clashed, or kits that clashed with their bikes - like it didn't matter. Well, it mattered to me, and I wondered if I was developing a fixation... or was it a fetish?
Jeremiah pulled in next to me as I stood in the open front passenger door digging my socks and shoes from my duffle. He sprang from the driver's seat, took a quick step toward me and smiled wide. My butt was half on the passenger seat getting ready to put one sock on when I realized he wanted to greet me with a hug. I stood up and he quickly took me into his arms wrapping them tight around my waist. His chin went into the hollow of my neck. A tingling sensation emanated from there to... everywhere.
"SO excited about our ride this morning." he said with a bear hug squeeze. My own arms squeezed him back.
"Me too!"
As he slowly loosened his grip around my waist our bodies moved slightly apart. There was hesitation to end the embrace on both our parts. As I watched the side of his face move slowly by and away from me I thought how much I liked the shape of his hair line as it traveled from ear to temple to his forehead, and his strong jawline. I really like that jawline.
He was checking me out too. He pulled back for a quick look up and down my body.
"You look amazing. I know. That's gay. Get over it." he said in rapid fire succession, and then he hugged me again just like the first time.
"Same everything." popped into my thoughts.
"Thanks." was all I managed and then pulled my head back just slightly away from being so close to him. It was out of habit. It wasn't normal for me to let a hug with another guy linger on and on, or have our faces in each other's neck.
As our heads moved apart from each other I could tell he was purposely keeping the side of his face close to mine. This time I didn't make a move to pull my face away from his. I suddenly decided that I wanted the sides of our faces to touch, so I turned my head just slightly toward his. The skin of our cheeks made contact - his smooth shaved face brushed against my own in passing. Then we stood face-to-face, but close. He was still holding his arms around me. A moment passed while we both looked in the other's eyes for what to do next.
Very slowly I saw his head move toward mine as his eyes studied my own. I could feel his breath on my lips. I knew he was about to kiss me and the idea of it was turning me on. I suddenly knew I really wanted to kiss him too - maybe even more than he wanted to kiss me. Our eyes stayed open watching each other as our lips came together.
I sucked in some air and then I felt his lips on mine. Softly our lips met. I liked it that way because I wanted to really feel this. It was the slowest, softest kiss I have ever experienced, but by far the most sexy. He knew how to kiss in a way that made the nerve endings in my lips tingle. The sensation spread through my body warming me from the inside out and making ALL my nerve endings stand up and be noticed. Our lips glided against each other playing over the shapes and surfaces while drawing out the contact because the pleasure was so intense. He gently sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and with my lips apart Jeremiah's tongue came into my mouth. I stopped breathing for a moment.
Something about French kissing a guy seemed beyond an imagined point of no return. Instinctively something in my brain was saying "stop now or there is no turning back".
"I am making out with this guy I just met two weeks ago! Not even two weeks!" my inner voice screamed and I thought how crazy this is... and how dangerous. This isn't you. But I didn't want to stop - ever!
His tongue thrust deeper gliding over the surface of my own tongue. In a moment's decision I decided to open up to this new contact. He mashed our mouths together and squeezed our bodies together to match. As Jeremiah did this I thought about his face, his manly body, and his manliness all kissing me like this. I was unprepared for how my body would react. Blood engorged my cock. I felt such a rush of sexual pleasure radiate from deep inside and from everywhere his body touched mine. And we still had our clothes on!
This was a high like never before. Already I knew that his moppy hair, his beautifully shaped eyes, his not too full/not too thin lips, his skin, his chin, his biceps, his amazing torso, and all I knew of him so far would be forever burned into my memory. But there were parts of him I still didn't know, and I wanted to know them.
I began feeling his muscular frame beneath his jersey and he thrilled at my attention to him. He ran his hands under the back of my jersey and then worked his fingers down my tight cycling shorts to feel my muscular ass. I suddenly decide to squeeze his biceps in each of my hands. This made him grunt, arch his back and thrust his cock into me. For the first time in what seemed like hours he pulled our lips apart. He studied my face smiling wide making it clear to me that he liked what he saw. I started to speak because I wanted him to know I liked what I saw, too. Before I could say anything he lifted me off the ground and stepped back to the rear passenger door. Still holding me off the ground he opened the door and turned me so my butt was against the seat.
"Get in." he commanded
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