Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2010 19:55:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Bell <arnold.bell@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Taking the New Guy Riding

Jeff and Eric heaved their heavy mountain bikes into the back of Eric's
pickup truck as early morning sunlight streamed between the houses and
trees on their hilly side street.  They were both clean-cut and
professionals in their mid-twenties by day, but when they set off on their
weekend mountain bike rides, they were different men.

Both were fit and strong, but Jeff was shorter and more solid.  He wore a
pair of baggy black shorts, and a tight black cycling jersey with no
sleeves, and a pair of silver Oakley sunglasses.  His shoes were dirty,
rugged climbing shoes that had seen years of use, just like his
boulder-like calves covered in scrapes and his bulging hamstrings.  Eric
was the opposite, dressed in a pair of white and orange cycling tights
covered in local sponsors logos.  They coated his long, defined, and evenly
muscled legs down to his showroom clean riding shoes.  He wore a sleek and
tight long sleeved jersey that was zipped up to his neck, defining his
handsome face and had full, white riding gloves on his hands.  He did not
cover his handsome blue eyes with sunglasses, but instead wore clear safety
glasses, still spattered with mud from last week's ride.

As they secured their bikes in the car, a compact hatchback came to a
screeching halt in the drive next to the pickup.  Another rider stepped
out; he was a few years younger and wore a pair of black cycling shorts and
a tight green jersey from the local bike shop's team.  The man was average
height but had a strikingly handsome face with blushing cheeks and intense
eyes.  He had black lycra shivers on his forearms and started to pull on
his gloves before he yanked his bike out of the rear of his modest vehicle.

"What is up with you two today Steve?  You guys both think it's going to be
cold or something?"  Jeff teased the new arrival and motioned to Eric's
long sleeves and tights.

"At least mine come off, but yeah, I like to be warm when I set out."
Steve rolled his bike over to Eric who carefully arranged it on top of the
other two.

"So, the new guy going to be here?"  Steve asked.

"Yeah, he called already, he's on his way."  Eric looked at his watch and
then up the street.

"So what's this kid's deal?  He know the program?"  Jeff asked.

"Yeah, he's twenty, he's hot, and he knows our rules."  Eric pointed up the
street at a car pulling up with a bike rack on top.  He waved to the driver
to stop and he parked at the curb.

A young man stepped out of the vehicle wearing a college team cycling kit,
including tight black shorts with a red stripe and a matching jersey and
gloves.  He waved at the three men and turned his back on them as he
brought down his bicycle.

All three men watched intently and admired the young man's tan, built legs
and his broad back and muscled arms.  His biceps flexed and strained as he
unlimbered the bike and brought it to the ground.  His cycling cleats
clip-clopped on the ground as he rolled the bike up to the group, his
bulging dick shifting with each step in an inviting dance.  Steve looked at
Eric and nodded in approval.  Eric received the newcomer, who visibly
checked out the other three men up and down.

"Glad you found the place Dave, nice bike man!"  Eric said as he inspected
the professional machine before putting it in the truck.

"Thanks, and thanks for inviting me."  Dave shook Eric's hand.

"I'm Jeff, Eric's roommate."  Jeff extended his hand; he and Dave gave each
other a firm handshake, and watched each other's arms bulge.

"Good to have a fourth Dave, I'm Steve.  So you work with Eric?"  Steve
waved instead of shaking Dave's hand.

"Yeah, just started, Eric's been showing me the ropes."  He smiled and
winked, the other three men all chuckled at the obvious flirtation.

"Let's get going, sorry, I don't have much of a back seat, but this is the
only thing that will hold all of the bikes."  Eric got in the driver's
seat.

Jeff pulled forward the passenger seat so the other two could get into the
small back seat of the truck.  Steve motioned for Dave to get in first and
he did so, his firm ass passing inches from Steve's face as he did so.
Steve smiled at Jeff and gave a thumbs up before getting in next to him.

The two men's athletic legs were too big to fit comfortable in the tiny
seat and they ended up overlapping their thighs, their spandex shorts
making them slide awkwardly against each other.  Steve looked down at the
close contact and back up at Dave, his cheeks blushing a little further and
his dick starting to betray his arousal.

"I don't mind, we're all guys here."  Dave joked and gave Steve's thigh a
loud and playful slap.

"Good to hear."  Steve smiled back and pulled his other knee up to his
chest for comfort.

"Whoa, awesome calves dude, you run a lot?"  Dave's childish sense of
wonder added to his already magnetic charm.  He looked at Steve's raised
leg.

"Uh, yeah, thanks.  I do a lot of triathlons."  Steve replied and was glad
to see Dave still checking out his waxed and sculpted legs.  He took the
opportunity to check out the younger rider's fat package.

After bouncing down and rutted fire road, Eric parked the pickup at the
base of a forested hill.  He threw the truck into park and stepped out.
Jeff did the same and pulled the rear seat forward for the other two to
exit before he rubbed his muscular bare arms to keep them warm.

"I told you!"  Steve got out and triumphantly rubbed a hand against his
covered forearms.  Dave got out behind him and put a hand against the truck
as he stretched his legs.  Eric leaned forward to stretch as well and
grabbed his thick quad muscles and shook them back and forth.

"Let's get rolling, I need to warm up."  Jeff heaved the bikes out of the
truck and threw a backpack over his back.

"You got the food?"  Eric asked.

"Yeah, the short guy always has to carry it I guess.  Next time I think the
new kid should take it."  Jeff pretended to complain.

"Hey, I didn't bring anything; I can carry it if you want."  Dave offered.

"Nah, it's why they bring us little fireplug guys along.  If I don't carry
the grub, I may not get invited."  Jeff situated his bike and the other men
laughed and did the same.

"So how far are we going?"  Dave asked as he straddled his bike and clicked
a shoe into a pedal and put on his red helmet.

"It's not too steep, takes about three hours to get to the Indian Monument
on the top, so we go that far and then come back down."  Steve mounted his
bike and took a few quick laps around the truck.  He stood on the bike as
he pedaled, showing off his lean legs and ass.

Eric pulled up his shirt to scratch his defined abs and reached into his
tights to adjust his dick for comfort before getting onto the bike.  As he
had hoped, Dave intently watched the action from his bike and quickly
looked away.  He pulled on his white and black helmet and adjusted the chin
strap and Jeff did the same with his yellow Specialized helmet.

"That a team helmet, eh Dave?"  Steve joked as he adjusted his own chin
strap on his green team helmet.

"Yep, kept my kit from school."  Dave thumped his helmet.

"Very cool."  Steve nodded in approval.

"Let's go, I wanna get across the stream as quick as we can so we can dry
off by lunch."  Jeff demanded and stood up in the saddle, his thick legs
straining to push his bike into the woods.  Steve took off next with Eric
behind.

"Try and keep up rookie."  Eric teased as he took off into the high grass,
his long legs immediately tensing up and showing off their sculpted form as
he did so.

The four men crashed through the woods with breakneck speed at first, their
bikes more than capable of managing the roots and ruts in their path.  Jeff
charged ahead, his legs pumping like pistons as he flattened the brush in
front of him and the others filed in behind.

Dave enjoyed his view from behind, but as the group got deeper into the
woods, there was less brush and more open space between the trees.  He got
impatient and went around the Eric and pulled up alongside of him.  He
opened his mouth to say something but saw Jeff drop down several feet and
then saw the ground fall away from him as well.  He slid off the back of
the saddle and crashed down the small rise, almost losing his balance.

"Whoa, that was close."  He shouted to Eric.

"Going to get worse than that in a minute, then it'll smooth out into a
nice easy climb."  Eric gasped out.

A few minutes later, Eric's prophecy came true as the four men clattered
down a steep ravine and dodged around old trees.  Steve nearly lost his
bike and had to stretch his leg out to keep his balance, making Eric almost
crash into him.  Dave swerved to the side and then came back into the line
next to Steve.

"Almost lost it."  Steve shouted through a breathless laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, good handling.  That fucking Jeff is like a bull man, he
doesn't slow down for shit!"  Dave spoke to his handlebars as he bounced
over a fallen tree.

"Yeah, he is.  Great rider and downhiller.  He'll slow down in a second
though, hasn't got the lungs like Eric and I."  Steve had to shout out the
last part as he turned to avoid the same tree Dave jumped.

"How is Eric so much better than him?"  Dave asked.

"Rides cyclocross in spring and fall, guy can put out some real power when
he needs to."

"No shit.  Good to know."  Dave had to turn his concentration back to the
treacherous slope.  As they approached the wide stream, Jeff slowed and
then stopped and let Eric pass him.  Eric plunged into the water but it
only came halfway up his wheels.  He crossed it quickly without getting
excessively wet, but his tights still shimmered with the water.

Jeff waited for Steve to cross and then Dave and then crossed himself.
Eric and Steve took the lead as they climbed back up the other side of the
ravine through the peaceful shade of the woods.  Jeff lined up next to Dave
and followed the.

"Why'd you give up?"  Dave asked.

"Eric's tall, so I let him go first, if he hits a deep spot, he'll be good,
I might get our lunch wet so I just wait and see."

"Then you let Steve go too?"  Dave started to breathe harder on the upward
climb and noticed the streaks of water on Jeff's bare arms.

"Sure, why not?  I like the view back here."  He pointed to the two men in
front of them.  Dave nodded in approval as he watched their muscled legs
strain and the occasional rippling of their back and shoulder muscles when
they hit a bump.

"Good call, definitely a veteran move."  Dave gave Jeff a knuckle-five and
settled in for the ride.

The men rode for another two hours through the placid woods, laughing and
joking and trading stories and jabs.  Dave was starting to sweat from the
exertion and noticed that Steve had pulled his shivers down toward his
wrists, nicely framing his tan upper arms.

Eric took a hard right and Steve followed with the other two lining up
behind him.  He came to the edge of an outcropping of rock in the sun and
stopped his bike hard.  Everyone gathered there and laid down their bikes.
As the sweating and winded men panted and shook out their tortured legs,
they admired the view of mountains and forests in the distance.

"This is where we stop for lunch."  Eric said as Jeff dropped his pack to
the ground.

The four men sat in various positions around the bag as if it would open
itself.  Jeff tore down the zipper and pulled out four sandwiches and a big
handful of cereal bars.  Each man grabbed a small bottle of water and
guzzled it down.  Jeff pulled out a thermos of coffee and poured himself a
cup.  He offered it to the others but they looked at him with sweat coming
down their brows as though he was insane.

"I told you guys not to wear long sleeves."  He chuckled as he drank his
steaming coffee.

"Fuck you, you just wanted to show your big bad arms to the new kid."
Steve teased and grabbed the coffee cup to prove his toughness."

"I'm nice and comfortable, you got those hankies around your wrist for the
rest of the day."  Jeff took his cup back.

"Like the ride so far Dave?"  Eric stood up and walked toward the edge of
the hill and looked out.

"Yeah, thanks again for taking me."  He started to stand up as Eric walked
back to him, the other two men anxiously glancing back and forth between
the two.

"You know what the new guy has to do after lunch right?"  Eric sneered at
him.

"You were serious about that?"  Dave looked around at all of them.

"You backing out?"  Jeff asked as he stood up.

"Did I say that?"  Dave stayed seated.

The other three men gathered close to him and he rose up onto his knees.

"Let me help you with these."  Jeff said as he pulled his baggy shorts down
to his knees and let his hard sweaty dick spring out.

"No thanks, I got it."  Dave said as he ran his hands up Eric's legs to the
waist and then peeled his tights down.  Eric looked at the others and got
smiles in return.  They all stepped closer and Dave started to lick and
suck Eric's dick.  He did not have to look over to know where Steve was and
reached out with his hand and caught him by the waist and pulled his shorts
down hard.  He sucked for a while more on Eric while holding Steve's cock
in one hand and Eric's ass in the other.  Jeff got jealous with his lack of
attention and grabbed the top of Dave's helmet in a crushing grip and
pulled him over to his own dick.  Dave sucked the salty sweat off of it but
then let it drop and grabbed the coffee cup and took a deep drink.  He spit
it out and dove onto Jeff's dick and ran his steaming tongue all over it.

"Oh yeah, nice touch."  Jeff groaned as Dave ran his hands up and down his
legs.  Steve pushed Jeff's hand away from Dave's helmet and grabbed it
himself and pulled the young rider onto his throbbing dick.

"Come on Dave, gonna have to do better than that or we'll be here all day."
Eric teased as Dave's hand went up his thigh and onto his dick.  He worked
it hard with his hand while he enjoyed the groans of pleasure coming from
Steve.  He released his lips from the shimmering dick and went back to
Eric.

He stroked Jeff and Steve with his hands and rode his mouth up and down on
Eric's dick until he felt his knees buckle slightly.  He sucked harder and
harder and Eric started to gasp.  Steve took the initiative and tried to
pull Dave to his own dick but was thwarted by Jeff having the same idea.
Dave felt his head get pulled back and forth and he dropped the other men's
dicks and used one hand to unstrap his helmet.  It came loose into Jeff's
hands and Dave grabbed onto Eric's ass with both hands and held tight until
his dick exploded into his mouth.

Dave was caught off guard and coughed out some of the cum but stayed on
Eric's dick until he finished the job.  Eric sunk backward and Jeff grabbed
Dave's head in a powerful grip and pulled him over.  He was so close to
release that Dave only had to run his tongue up and down his dick a few
times for it to start spurting into his mouth.  He eased his lips onto the
throbbing mass of flesh until it calmed.  Jeff roughly pushed him back onto
his heels and grunted before attempting to pull his shorts on.

"Your turn stud."  Dave did not turn, but pulled Steve to him by his balls.
He felt all over Steve's tight quads and the backs of his legs.  Steve
rubbed his hands through Dave's short, sweat-soaked hair as his dick was
carefully and methodically sucked.  He let his hands pull away and held
them in the air as all of his muscles tensed before he flooded Tim's mouth
with a load of hot cum.

Steve was barely finished when Dave sprung to his feet and spit the
contents of his mouth onto the ground.  He brushed off his knees and
stomped over to Jeff who was sitting on the ground with one leg crossed
under him and another bent.  He rested his arm on his knee and smiled
smugly at Dave as he handed him his helmet back.  Dave snatched it back and
strapped it on.

"Not going to finish yourself?"  Eric was leaning against the cross bar of
his bike, his legs splayed out and his hand resting on the seat.  He
motioned to Dave's bulging shorts and chuckled.  Dave walked over to his
bike and picked it up off of the ground.  He started to mount it and Steve
walked over.

"Sorry man, that was just an initiation.  Nothing personal."  Steve plead.

"I know, that's the rules for the new guy.  Eric told me.  He also told me
what the first guy up the hill gets to do.  See you fuckers up there."
Dave rose up on the seat and took off onto the hillside.

"Fuck!"  Eric cleared his head and turned to mount his bike and Steve ran
back to his.  The two took off after Dave while Jeff gathered up their
belongings into his back and joined the chase.  Dave cranked away as hard
as he could on the pedals, his leg muscles burning as he was determined to
make it up the hill first.  He could hear Steve and Eric behind him but did
not risk looking back.

"Catch that sneaky fuck!"  Steve shouted to Eric as he started to drift
back behind him.

Eric was still in the race and his long legs were starting to burn
unbearably.  He hissed through his teeth as he saw he was gaining on Dave.
As he got close though, he realized he was only catching up because the
terrain was rough, and Dave left it as he entered.  Dave drifted away from
him, looking back for a second with a smile.

At the top of the hill, Dave jumped from his bike and climbed to the top of
a small pile of stones with a plaque on the front of it and raised his bike
over his head.  His chest rose and fell with his gasping breaths and his
legs were wobbly and weak but he was laughing at the little triumph.  Eric
was flushed and furious when he rode onto the clearing.  He stopped his
bike and eased himself off of it.  He looked up at Dave, who was still
standing on the rock and grinning at him.

"Clever trick, punk.  You can come down now."  Eric pulled off his safety
glasses and wiped the sweat from his eyes.  Dave climbed down and laid his
bike on its side.

"Guess I win."  Dave gave Eric a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You wouldn't have if you didn't get that head start."  Eric's tight chest
muscles rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath without showing it.

"I wouldn't have had that head start if you hadn't made me suck your dick."
Dave pointed at him as Steve rolled up.

"That's what you get for telling the new guy all the club rules hot shot."
Steve reprimanded Eric.  They all heard Jeff lumbering through the woods
and into the clearing.

"Who won?"  Jeff asked.

"Dave."  Eric was breathing more steadily but sweat was pouring from his
chin.

"Oh?  How interesting."  Jeff tossed his bike to the ground and walked up
behind Steve and slapped him in the back.

"Why is that?"  Dave asked.

"Well, every run we take has a goal.  First guy to the Indian Monument
picks who he fucks."

"Oh really?  So I won, so I get to pick...."  Dave played coy.

"Yeah, you won and you get to pick one of us to fuck."

"Then I pick you."  Dave marched up to Eric, running his gloved hand over
his cock.

"Well, remember I'm your boss."  Eric protested.

"So what?  You're afraid things might get weird between us?"  Dave went
chest to chest with the taller man and ran his muscular arms down his side
to his ass.

"Nope, just telling you to do it right."  Eric ground his sweating bulge
against Dave's.

"Grab your bike."  Dave ordered and Eric picked up his bicycle.

"Try not to enjoy this too much."  Eric looked around as Jeff leaned
against the rock and intently chewed on a blade of grass.

"Not another human being for miles Dave, do your stuff."  Jeff spoke around
his grass.

"Right here champ."  Dave patted on the crossbar of Eric's bike and he
leaned his lycra covered arms on it, sticking his ass out.

Dave ran his hands down his tense lat muscles and to his waist and pulled
the tights down.  He peeled his own shorts down and let his dick out into
the air.  Steve and Jeff watched as Eric's wiry forearms and biceps tensed
and twitched as Dave worked his dick into him.

"Be gentle..." Eric urged but was cut off by the unpleasant feeling of a
hard dick being jammed into him.  He grunted hard as Dave went to work.

The young cyclist arched his back and looked toward the sky as he clutched
Eric by both ass cheeks and dug his fingernails in.  He eased himself back
and forth, not looking to hurt his new friend, but as he got more excited
he worked harder.

"Oh yeah..."  Eric hissed as his dick got thick again and he pulled one
hand down to it to start stroking himself off.

Dave put his hand on Eric's back and rubbed up and down his spine as his
back arched as far as it could go, showing his bulging muscles.  He ran his
hand up to Eric's neck and snapped his helmet loose and removed it.

Dave screamed in triumph as he released and when he felt the moment was
right, he held Eric's helmet under his dick and let him fill it with cum.
Eric looked down and sighed when he saw what happened.

"Nice ride."  Dave pulled out as gently as he could.  Eric eased himself up
and took his helmet out of Tim's hand.

"That was uncalled for."  He chuckled as he looked at the sticky helmet.

Dave pulled the water bottle from his bike and cleaned himself with what
was left and pulled his shorts back up.  He turned and saw Steve and Jeff
half sitting on the pile of rocks, Jeff's baggy shorts were discrete but
Steve's dick was clearly fully erect.  Dave sat down on the rock next to
them and the three watched Eric stumble around for a moment trying to
regain his composure.  They all enjoyed the view of his evenly muscled body
in his tight jersey and tights.  He looked back at them.

"What?"  He demanded.

"Nothing Eric.  Just enjoyed watching you bottom for once."  Steve smirked.

"Yeah, I bet.  I've got no problem with it, Jeff knows that."  Eric
pointed.

"It's true, but never on the trail, right?"  Jeff teased but did not get
any answer to his question.  Jeff stood up and grabbed his bike.  He
unzipped his shirt and let it flop open, showing his defined chest and abs.

"Time to go, getting a little warm for my liking.  Did Eric tell you what
the first guy to car gets to do?"  Jeff asked and Steve laughed.  Dave's
eyes got big and he looked at Eric.

"No, I didn't."  Eric laughed and Jeff took off down the hill at high
speed.

Without asking questions, Dave grabbed his bike and gave chase down the
treacherous hillside as the fearless Jeff pulled well ahead of him.  Dave
sunk deeper onto the bike and started to slam down the hill and over the
stumps and boulders strewn about.

Jeff flew down the hill with a shrieking war cry as the trees flew toward
him and he steered around.  The adrenaline rush went straight to his brain
as his unzipped shirt flapped open and the breeze flew around his chest.

After several minutes of descent, he came to one of the open fields on the
hillside and he started to slow.  Dave was pedaling as fast as he could and
rapidly overtook Jeff and started to shout and insult but was cut off when
Jeff yanked his handlebar to the side and sent him crashing to the ground.
Dave landed on his side and bounced over twice, his muscular legs
cushioning his impact.

Jeff circled around so fast he gouged the grass from beneath him and
stopped his bike.  He dismounted and dove on Dave and pinned him to the
ground on his back.  Dave looked at him in rage and took a swipe at his
face with his fist but Jeff easily dodged.  He held both of Dave's arms to
the ground and pinned him there for a few more futile attacks until Dave
got the hint he was not going to break the stronger man's grip.

"What the fuck man?"  Dave demanded as Jeff sat back and pulled his helmet
off and flung it to the side.

"Nothing, just wanted a little alone time."  Jeff knocked Dave's helmet off
and dove in to kiss him on the lips and down his sweaty neck.

"Alone time?  What happens when you're first to the bottom?"  Dave asked as
he put his hands onto Jeff's slabs of muscles under his shirt.

"Nothing, that was a trick."  Jeff laughed as he felt both of Dave's pecs
with his hands and ground his hard cock into Dave's crotch.

"Why?  Mad because I fucked Eric?"  Dave started to kiss back.

"Nah, that's a game they play, Eric and Steve, always ends up with me or
some other new guy getting fucked by one of them while the others watch.
You beat him at his own game."

"So why knock me down?"  Dave started to kiss one of Jeff's bulging biceps.

"So I can get a good couple of minutes of time to feel up that hot chest
and taste those lips."  Jeff sat up and then eased off of Dave.  Dave still
lie on the ground and looked at him.

"I'd have given you the chance if you asked."  Dave said as he took Jeff's
hand to help him up.  Jeff handed him his helmet and went to get his bike.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time.  If you still want to come back out
with us."  Jeff steadied the bike while Dave mounted it.

"Of course I'll come again.  I don't need a bike trail though, if you get
my drift."  Dave ran his hand up Jeff's arm.

"Good, but here they come.  Steve's hot for you too, keep that in mind."
Jeff said as he retreated to his own bike.

"You guys good here?"  Steve shouted as the pair rode up.

"Yeah, I wiped, Jeff won."  Dave said.

"I bet.  Let's take a nice slow ride back down huh?"  Eric chuckled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to slow you down."  Dave looked at his own shoes.

"Come on kid, plenty of time for me to get even."  Eric slapped him on the
back and gingerly eased onto his seat.

Comments and suggestions welcome.  Submit to Arnold.bell@rocketmail.com.
Special thanks to my friend Pete for the inspiration for this story.