Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2004 02:58:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Padraig o'Brien <genseric2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Triathlete training - Part Three

Triathlete training - Part Three. By P. Brien.
Copyright by the author.

The boy was still sleeping like an angel when I got
up, with the sun now quickly brightening the day. I
let him sleep on, and got down to get breakfast ready.
He was curled up like a sweet little boy - well, he
was kind of big but he had the innocent look. Today
was going to be biking day, so I was put on my riding
bibshorts with a padded crotch and a white T-shirt.
Then I got on with the rest of the preparations.

"Morning", Seamus greeted me groggily as he stretched
his arms upwards.
"Man, I must have had a hella dream - see, I've blown
off all my clothes". He was still in his red and gold
unitard, which I had left him wearing yesterday night.

"Maybe you're still having wet dreams ?", I teased
him. Of course, I was thinking of the saliva my tongue
had left all over his body and the precum which might
have left a stain on his crotch.

"Hmm, you've got a point there. Man, I know this is my
first real hangover and stuff, but truth is I feel
great right now !"

Was he on to something ?  Maybe he might have been
pretending to be asleep yesterday night, so that he
could enjoy my caressing. It would have been hard to
have stayed fully asleep with all my licking and
biting, even if this was his first drunkenness
episode...

We packed our stuff into our daypacks and wheeled off
into a trail. We were expecting to be gone for three
hours or so. We had our hydration kit filled, some
energy bars and sandwiches for lunch. Seamus was in
his element, pedalling in full power while going
uphill and skilfully taking advantage of the descents
to speed downwards. He wasn't about to give me much
handicap, but I did my best to keep up. With his
helmet and sunglasses on, he looked like a sleek
machine especially when he stood up to pump down on
the wheels, flexing his powerful arms and calves to
deliver the motion to his wheels.

We came to a clearing with a log set nicely in the
middle. This was a favourite resting spot for many
bikers around here. Seamus got there first, and was
now standing straight with his hands to his hips.

"Ow, my legs feel stiff. Must have gone at it a little
too hard just now". His whole body looked tense, with
his sinewy calves straining as it tapered into his
brown cycling shoes.

"Here, let me try a little massage on it. Should do
you wonders." He set his bum on the log, legs still
stretched out straight. I put my hands gently on his
calves and squeezed it slowly, gradually working up my
pressure on it. After a while, I could see that it
felt better for him already.

"That's good. Can you work further up here as well ?",
pointing to his thighs. I started to press against his
big muscles all the way up to where his legs joined
his torso. As I brushed against his crotch, I could
feel a little throb. I made it look accidental, but I
wanted to feel his stick. I was figuring he was
thinking exactly the same thoughts too, but then that
was mere speculation.

After I was done, I dug out some energy bars from my
pack and passed it to him. "This ought to make you
feel better". Sugar from the bar would help ease the
energy starved muscles, and it did work. After taking
in the view, we wheeled back using a different route
that joined up with the main road we had taken
yesterday.

"I feel like going for a swim," Seamus said as we got
back.

"Goodness, one wonders where you get the energy from.
Okay, I'll do some yard work while you are gone. Want
me to wash the bike for you ?"

"Yeah. Thanks". And with that, he'd gotten off his
bike and was by the lake kicking off his shoes and
pulling off his socks. Then he was fishing his goggles
out of his pack, which he then left on the little
beach. He waded into the water with his tri-suit on,
charging at full throttle.

"Must be his tri training", I thought, considering how
fast he had made the transition from bike to swim. I
hosed down the bikes and carefully dried them to make
sure they would be in good condition for our next
ride. Then, I walked into the bath and peeled off my
bibshorts and white t-shirt. They were sweaty and
caked with mud from our ride today. The shirt was not
exactly white anymore. I thought how convenient it was
for Seamus, since his swimming would get rid of most
of the dirt on his clothes in the lake.

I decided to nap a little after showering, and would
continue with the work after that. I fell into a deep
sleep pretty quickly, but woke with a start as I heard
a noise. I opened my eyes in a slit. It was Seamus
leaving the room quietly, dripping in his wet lycra
suit, and holding my bibshorts ! This was getting
interesting. I heard him walk out the back door to the
lake. I decided to wait a while before going on down
to see what he was up to.

I walked to a window with a clear view of the beach.
As I raised my head to the level to see him, I could
see that he was standing naked, his back to me and his
red suit in a pile by his legs. He was holding my
bibshorts to his face with his left hand, while his
right hand was grabbing his own cock. He was rubbing
his cock frantically, as if trying to hurry an orgasm
in fear of getting caught. This was getting fun.

I could see his ass, with the speedo tan lines nicely
framing his white buttocks. His shoulders looked
monstrous, tapering down to a nearly impossible skinny
waist, with well-defined muscles all the way down. The
calves that I had bitten yesterday were full of
bulging veins as he sometimes tip toed, as if to get a
higher high out of his jack-off.

I decided to give him a little surprise. I quietly
walked up to him, imagining that his eyes must have
been closed and his senses quite dull from his
visualization by now. As I walked closer, I could hear
him quietly mouthing his fantasies. "Yeah, shove it
in, harder. Pull it harder. Yeah, this is going to be
so sweet.."

"..but my mouth is here and your cock is there. How am
I going to taste your cum ?" I said in his ear, almost
in a whisper. Then he turned around, looked at me, and
had terror in his eyes.

"No! Err, Bryan, listen I can explain. Oh God, what
are you doing here.." He threw my bibshorts on top of
his pile of clothes, and had both hands covering his
face, as if in shame.

"I'm just enjoying the view," I told him in my best
comforting voice. As I said that, I put my right hand
around his stiffy, now starting to point down a
little. "I think you will find the room a little more
comfortable. Come, let's go in ?" as I continued to
gently squeeze his tool.

He was now looking in my face. "Err, you're okay with
it ? You mean you actually want to do me ?" He was now
starting to look a little more hopeful.

"Of course I do. Well, maybe I won't put it as 'doing
you', but I'm cool about it.. that is if you are too"

"OK. Then I guess let's go in". He picked up the pile
of wet clothes and walked back to the cabin gloriously
naked. I walked with him.

When we got to our room, he said "Wait a moment. I
want to get a little more comfortable first. You can
have a look at these while you wait for me." He then
took out his laptop and turned it on. "I told you that
I took photos for people in races in my area ? Well, I
took more than just race photos." He went on to tell
me what he did in his free time - take kinky photos
for his gay friends.

"Most of them are people I met in the races. Then I
got to know them a little better. Here, this is one
gallery", and he clicked on a folder to enlarge the
contents. The first photo was of two guys in a garden,
one dressed up nicely and the other wearing only green
triathlon race speedos and red running shoes. Both had
short hair and were quite well built. The guy in
speedos was younger looking, and he had a red collar
around his neck, with a leash leading to the other
guy's right hand.

"The one dressed up is James and the guy in the
speedos is Wayne. Wayne was a senior in my team and is
going to college next semester. He met James at a race
and he's been staying at his house for over a year
now.  James is in the finance line and doing pretty
well. This was for a gay party and Wayne's supposed to
be James' dog going for a walk, that's why he's
wearing running shoes. I'll go and shower first". With
that Seamus left me to enjoy his laptop's contents.

The man named James was quite good looking, wearing a
brown jacket, a scarlet silk scarf, khakis and shiny
black shoes. He had a strong looking chest. The other
one was boyish looking, smiling widely. He didn't seem
embarrassed to face the camera nearly naked, but then
he had a nice bod to show off. He had big pecs, and
the nipples were quite stiff. The green speedos showed
off a nice bulge pointing upwards, but the suit was
quite modest as it was meant for racing. He had the
look of a healthy, strong triathlete, much like
Seamus, except Wayne was a little beefier, more like a
bodybuilder.

I scrolled to the next shot in the slide show. This
showed a combination of two shots. On the left frame,
you could see the boy crouching and sniffing the man's
crotch. The frame on the right showed the boy sniffing
the man's ass, like a friendly dog would. You could
only see the man's shoes and khakis. The next shot I
scrolled to showed the man standing on the boy's right
pecs and abs. You could see his whole body tensed up,
flexing his heroic muscles. His face was in a mock
agony, and you could see his many-packs abs resisting
the pressure his boyfriend was putting on his
sensitive belly.

The next shot had the man still standing on the boy,
but one of his  feet was now resting on the boy's
bulge in his green speedos. Now, the boy had a wide
open mouth, as if screaming, while the man's foot
didn't actually rest on his cock - it looked more like
he was stomping his black shoes on it. In all the
shots, the boy's collar was on and the man held on to
the leash in all frames. But it was clear that these
two were actually having lots of fun.

The next gallery I opened showed two guys in sunny
daylight. One was a skinny guy with curly hair wearing
nothing but a pair of red and gold speedos and running
shoes, with a small gold-coloured trophy in his left
hand. The other guy was almost bald headed and had the
build of a wrestler. He was wearing a blue shirt and
khakis, and looked hefty next to the skinny triathlete
(he had to be one, judging from his skimpy clothes and
shoes). They were smiling broadly at the camera, the
bigger guy's left arm around the skinny guy's
shoulder, while his right hand was touching the
triathlete's waistband, the finger tips already
underneath it and very well may have been touching the
triathlete's cockhead already.

The next shot I scrolled to showed the two guys lips
locked in a kiss, eyes closed. The beefy guy's hands
had lifted the skinny guy by the ass, clutching the
red lycra barely covering his asscheeks. "Some lovers
have all the luck," I thought, as I started to feel
thoroughly aroused.

I went to the next gallery. In the first shot, a
skinny looking boy was kneeling on the floor, with his
eyes closed and mouth wide open, facing the camera.
Behind him and to his right, two guys had lowered
their pants and were peeing on the boy. The boy wore a
pink cycling bodysuit, which was getting wet from the
two guy's piss. The man to his right was pissing on
his forehead, so the pee was running down the boy's
face, and it looked like he was trying to swallow the
pee.

The next shot showed the boy, still kneeling, with the
man behind now pulling his red hair. The man in front
was also on his knees, back to the camera and hands
pulling on the boy's collar. The next shot showed the
boy's uniform torn to shreds, exposing his lithe and
skinny body beneath and the muscular creases of his
abs, with a very small waist clearly visible. The
lower part of the uniform was still intact and
covering his cock and ass, but it wasn't going to hold
for long, with these two guys attacking.

I went through the other galleries of fine looking
young men in various compromising poses. Man, my
cousin was really getting busy ! The sexy shots had
really aroused me, and my precum was already wetting
my underwear.

"Okay, I'm ready", Seamus announced, as he walked in
to the room. He was wearing his champion's speedo
again, the one with his name on it. "I didn't want
those bastards on my team tearing this off, but you
now have the honour of doing it.... of course I expect
you to be gentle, so I can still pull this speedo up
my ass again when you're done."

"No worries, I like to see your ass..and your cock, in
this suit." As Seamus drew close, I licked the thin
line of hair on his abs, leading down to his bulge. I
pulled the cock with my mouth, playing with it under
his tight uniform. I grabbed under his armpits with my
hands and pulled him gently down to the bed I was
lying on. When his face was level with mine, I gave
him a kiss on the lips. We played with each other's
tongues, and when his came into my mouth, I gently bit
at it. My hands were exploring his broad shoulders and
combing through his hair. Then they were playing on
his boyish cheeks and pulling on his ears, while our
lips were still locked.

I then proceeded to repeat my what I had done
yesterday. I explored every part of his body with my
tongue, sniffing all his sensuous smells as my face
ran, from his neck to his collar, down into his left
armpit. He had taken a shower and smelled good with a
rose flavoured scent all over him. I gently bit his
nipples, this time tasting the exposed skin with no
fabric in between. I pulled on the thin hair on his
abs, as he went "ah" each time I plucked a hair with
my teeth. As I licked his upper thigh, I could feel
the rush of blood in his wide veins, pumping from the
excitement. I then went straight to the feet, ignoring
his speedo covered crotch. I sucked his toes, one by
one, admiring the big strong feet that had covered
thousands of miles but now completely vulnerable to my
teeth.

I bit his calves and sucked his kneecap, as if to
slowly dismantle his armour-like body, bit by bit. I
groped his asscheeks, tracing the crack of his ass
under his lycra suit. I then pulled my whole body,
still fully dressed, on top of the excited near-naked
triathlete. My mouth now reached his again, and I
began to suck his face once again. Okay, exploration
was complete. Now it was time to climax.

I now drew my face to his lower abdomen again. I
pressed his abs with my hands, to get them to tense up
and sort of tickle him. I used my teeth to bite the
drawstring of his speedo, and undid it easily. Then,
going from one side to the other, I slowly pulled my
cousin's pants down his thighs. Soon, I could see the
thin bush around his pubic area, and the contrast
between the tanned skin and the virgin parts which
were not exposed to the sun. His cock was starting to
escape from the tight prison of his business suit, and
soon swung out completely. The impact of his cock
suddenly sticking out made my cousin go "ah" again.
Man, was he sensitive.

I pulled his trunks down to his ankles and left them
there. I ate his right testicle and munched on it a
little, then spat it out and swallowed his left one. I
was discovering every detail on it - the vas deferens,
the saggy scrotum and the sensitive perineum, where he
had a few hairs sticking out. I pulled on those hairs
with my teeth, and it excited him even more.

I went back to his cock, now sticking straight into
the air. I put my mouth on the head, and pulled the
skin down with my teeth. It almost looked like he had
trained his cock for a triathlon as well, because it
looked so muscular and full of blood vessels. I played
with it awhile, and then took to sucking it. It was
big and I had to open my mouth real wide to put it all
in.

Gently at first, and then more violently, I sucked
with all my energy. Seamus was now grunting and
moaning harder. My hands went to his asscheeks and
pulled them wider apart, as his cock was about to
climax.
"Oh, wow. This is great. Uh, uh.." went Seamus, as his
groin muscles tensed up. Then, it came ! Globs of cum
shot in my mouth. I wasn't  experienced, so much of it
spilled out of my mouth, and fell on his abs.
Remembering what I had seen the other day, I decided
to rub the cum around his beautiful pecs and abs,
holding his cum in my mouth while I rubbed with my
hands. I then put my mouth to his, as if to do a "kiss
of life", but passing his own cum to him instead. He
ate it all greedily. I swallowed the remainder still
in my mouth. He had kept his eyes shut throughout.

Now it was my turn. I pulled off my pants and
underwear, then turned my younger cousin around to
expose his ass to me. I went to grab some of his body
lubricant (used for getting out of wetsuits easily)
and slapped it on my now hardening cock. I brought it
back to Seamus and stuck some into his hole with my
right index finger. This was going to be fun!

I stuck my cock into his ass, which now tightened at
the intrusion. It looked like my cousin was an ass
virgin ! As I tried to violate his body, he grunted in
pain, while my cock continued to enter uncharted
territory. I slid it harder and could feel the rush of
blood in my cock, and I was soon highly aroused. The
pressure from his ass did the trick. I was going to
cum. Then I shouted "you're no longer a virgin, you
whore !" and with that, I managed to arouse myself to
shoot cum. It was a bigger load than I had ever thrown
out before. Well, this was the first time I had fucked
anyone, though I had fantasised before. It was great !

I disengaged, and now lay on my own back. I was
breathing heavily. I turned around, and saw that
Seamus was also panting, face down on his pillow. The
bedsheets were now full of our cum. We were both
sweating heavily.

A muffled voice came from my cousin. "Was it as good
for you as it was for me ?"

To be continued.