Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2010 21:06:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Bell <arnold.bell@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Cycling and Trickery

Joey sat on top of his sleek Kestrel racing bike amid a sea of lollipop
colored lycra and cyclists outside a local tavern at a small town race.  He
wore blue and yellow shorts and jersey and a bright yellow cap and
fingerless cycling gloves.  Even his shimmering sunglasses and shoes were
dazzling blue to match his clothes and contrast the bright yellow bicycle.
He was a lean and tightly muscled twenty four year old with perfect abs and
vascular forearms.  His legs were tan, smooth, and well defined from his
rock hard calves to his perfect ass.

Next to him was his best friend Mark on a clumsy but professional quality
mountain bike.  He wore a plain blue mesh jersey and baggy black shorts.
He had on a banged up helmet with some sponsor stickers peeling from it.
Mark did not have the lean and athletic look of Joey but there was no
mistaking his physical condition.  Under the baggy jersey it was easy to
see his huge pectoral muscles and his biceps strained the jersey fabric to
breaking.  Under his baggy shorts, swung his hamstring muscles like slabs
of beef and, below them, his boulder thick calves.  To complete the
mountain biker image, Mark had a shaggy soul patch on his chin and chomped
hard on a wad of chewing gum.  He had a heavy camera around his neck by a
cord and took an occasional picture of a passing piece of flesh that caught
his eye.

Joey looked around without expression, holding his elbow in his opposite
hand and rubbing his chin in contemplation.  He surveyed the scene as
though his head was on a swivel.  An official walked past him with a
clipboard and waved it in his face.

"Need to sign up?"  The man asked.  Joey shook his head and dismissed the
man with a wave of his hand.  The man departed shaking his head.

"What are you thinking?"  Mark asked as he snapped a photo.

"I don't know, you?"  Joey replied without taking his eyes off of the
scene.

"How about that one?  Looks like he'd bite and he's cute."  Mark pointed to
a twenty year old rider several feet away surveying a repair on his
bicycle.  He was a typical cyclist, not tall and very thin but with iron
legs.  He wore black and red shorts and a wind breaker.  He had hair that
was unruly enough to be trendy and two big blue earrings in his ears.

"No."  Joey shook his head.

"No?  You don't think he'd be interested?"  Mark seemed surprised as he
drooled over the young stud.

"Oh, he likes dick and I could get him no problem.  But where's the
challenge?"  Joey looked over at Mark and cracked a smile.

"Ah right, getting full of ourselves these days."  Mark laughed.  "So
which?"  He asked.

Joey surveyed for a while longer and looked past the elite riders to the
lower category group.  He pointed his gloved finger toward a tall muscular
specimen wearing black shorts and a black and white tank that looked like
it was painted onto his huge, muscular torso.

"Him."  Joey spoke with certainty.

"Him?  Come on man, he don't look like no fag to me."  Mark rolled his
eyes.

"He shaves his forearms, and look at that body..."  Joey was sounding
entranced with the wasp-waisted athlete standing over a sleek triathlon
bike, his shirt pulling up just a little show his navel.  The man laughed
at some unheard joke and the smile framed his handsome face.

"Dude, you're going to get yourself in trouble fucking with a guy like
that.  Shaved forearms don't mean shit!"  Mark disagreed with Joey about
the man's sexuality but was very happy with his telephoto lens.

Mark's argument melted when Joey waved a fifty dollar bill in his face.
Mark looked at it for a second then took it and crammed it in his hip
pocket.

"You're on dude.  I don't think you got a shot at anything but getting your
jaw broken."

"You owe me double, and a round on top back at the hotel if I can get him
to miss his pole time."  Joey smirked as Mark rolled his eyes.

"Fine!"  Mark clicked his pedal into place and waited for Joey to do the
same.  The two of them rolled to the edge of the grounds and found another
race official.

"Excuse me sir!"  Joey asked.

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me if there is a warm up course set up for the racers?"

"Sure thing.  Come here."  The man waved him over to a map on a moveable
display.  He motioned at a loop of road that was colored to indicate it was
blocked off for the race.

"Thanks pal!"  Joey smiled and rode off with Mark in tow.

The two rode for a half mile until they were out of the small town and on a
beautiful patch of country road.  Mark tapped Joey on the shoulder and
pointed to a rise of land with a few trees on it surrounding a fast moving
stream.  Joey nodded and the two plied the hill, Mark's rugged bike leaving
Joey struggling far behind him.

"How you want to make it happen?  The usual?"  Mark asked as he looked
around.

"Why mess with a good thing?"  Joey chuckled as Mark handed him a
fist-sized nylon pouch.  Joey fished through it and nodded when he saw
everything was there.

"So long as you don't mind being a damsel in distress..."  Mark jabbed.

"Whatever, let's hope I can catch him coming by.  I got a good feeling; you
just keep the film rolling."  Joey reached over and ran his nails over
Mark's back.  He clicked into his pedals and flew down the hill to the
road.

At the bottom, Mark watched as Joey picked a spot along the road that was
clearly in his view.  He was just past a bridge over a swollen stream and
near a group of trees.  Joey looked at him and raised both hands.  Mark
waved over his head to indicate he had a good spot.  He laid his mountain
bike against a tree and settled against it to wait.

After seeing Mark's wave, Joey took an inner tube and a pair of tools out
of the nylon pouch.  He put the tools on either side of his front wheel and
pulled it off of the rim, leaving the rubber tire and tube tangled around
the wheel.  He checked his handy work and set his tools on the ground.  He
straddled the front tire and leaned over the handle bars to relax.  He was
thinking about his risky game of seducing riders and his flaccid dick
started to stretch against his shorts.  He changed his train of thought to
fat women and multiplication tables.

Mark watched down the road past the trees with his camera.  He saw groups
of one or two riders come by to warm up before the race.  A few slowed and
questioned Joey but his partner waved them off.  Mark knew if their
intended rider came in a group, Joey would move on to someone else.  With
money on the line though, Mark hoped today would give him some good
material to shoot.

He snapped a photo here and there of a nice package or hot legs in tight
shorts.  Finally, the rider they had bet on came over the rise toward the
bridge.  Mark dropped to a squat and held his camera.  He photographed the
man's approach.

Joey waved to the rider and tugged on the loose tire.  The man saw him and
slowed to a stop.

"Hey man, got a minute?"  Joey asked.

"What's up?"  The tall rider straddled his bike, his cleated shoes scraping
the pavement.  Joey looked up at him, not anticipating his height.

"Fucking tire's flat.  Having a problem, need an extra pair of hands."

"Not a problem, I'll see what I can do."  The man laid down his bike in the
grass, he tugged at the crotch of his black shorts to loosen them.  He
walked back to Joey, his muscular legs making him seem to bounce a little
as he walked.

"Let's get it off of here first."  He unlatched the wheel and pulled it
from the fork of the bike.  Joey helped him by lifting his bicycle and
balancing it upright on the ground.

"Don't know exactly what I'm doing."  Joey laughed.

"Takes a while to get good at these battlefield repairs.  I've been riding
triathlons for so many years, I'm used to it."  The man laughed.

He proceeded to pull the old tire and inner tube off of the wheel. The
effort making his chiseled back and shoulders glisten with sweat in the
sun.  His nipples were hard under his lycra jersey and his pecs flexed and
loosened as he worked the tire back on little by little.  He put the wheel
back on the bicycle and tested the tightness.

"There you go, should be fine."  He took off his sunglasses and wiped his
eyebrow.  He caught Joey's stare as he mounted his bicycle.

"Thanks a lot."  Joey sat on the crossbar of his bike, his hard ass molding
around it.  He spread his tan legs slightly and rested his hands in such a
way that his fingers framed his partially erect dick.  The man looked down
at Joey's crotch but did not seem to notice.

"You look like you've been in a few races yourself.  How often you ride?"
The man asked and Joey smiled.

"I like to keep in shape.  Don't race too much anymore."

"I take it today is an exception then?"  The man grinned and slid his black
gloves up toward his crotch to cover his growing dick.  Joey had him.

"Not really, I'm not racing.  Just looking for a good time."  Joey slid his
pinky underneath the tight cuff of the man's shorts, running his finger
over the thick muscles in his upper leg.  The man did not protest.

"Guess you also know how to change a tire too?"  The man cycled his pedal
down to pull Joey's finger from his shorts.

"I know how to do a lot of things.  Including making a hot guy stop and get
a little sweat going for me."

"Right..."  The man laughed and put his hands on his handlebars as though
he was about to pedal off.

"You ever had your dick sucked through your shorts?"  Joey grabbed the back
of his seat, the side of his hand against his ass.  He put his own chiseled
calf along side his prey's.  The man looked down and chewed the side of his
lip.

"What you talking about?"

"I'm talking about me not flagging down the best looking guy in the race to
fix a perfectly good tire for nothing."  Joey grabbed the horn of his
saddle with his other hand, his knuckles against the man's hardening dick.

"I think you've got the wrong idea."  The man had nervousness in his voice
as he scanned the road.  Joey touched his back, confirming his shorts ended
at the waist and would be easy to pull down.

"A man who thought I had the wrong idea would be on his way.  I think we're
on the same page?"

"I don't know, I'm here to race man, I can't be fucking around."

"Come on..."  Joey thrust his pelvis forward, his hard dick straining
against the lycra as it rubbed in the tight space between the two men's
muscular thighs.

Mark watched through his camera lens, the machine clicking and clicking as
he chomped hard on his gum.  He saw how far Joey had gotten and started to
mutter to himself.

"Go for the waist...go for the waist...he's yours..."  He watched as the
hand Joey had on the horn of the seat moved lightly over the man's massive
dick and his fingertips hooked in the waistband of his shorts, his knuckles
rubbing his shaved abs.

"Fuck yeah!"  Mark clicked away as he spoke, watching as the man dismounted
and slung his bike over his shoulders, following Joey along tree line by
the stream.

"We gotta make this quick man."  Joey's prey looked around.

Joey pushed him against a tree with one hand and removed his helmet with
the other.  He tossed it to the side and the man did the same.

Joey moved in for a hard kiss, his hands around the man's ass.  He was met
with a thick, hot tongue scraping the inside of his mouth as the man ground
his throbbing cock against Joey's.  The two moaned as they kissed harder
and pressed their bodies against each other, each starting to sweat in the
humid air.

Joey pushed back a little but the man grabbed him again to pull him in.
Joey put a hand on his chest.

"Hold on!  Hold on..."  He half laughed and half whispered.

"What?"  The man was agitated.

"You don't have all day, let me do my thing."  Joey unzipped his shirt and
let the stretched fabric fly open, exposing a tan and muscular chest.

"Fuck yeah!"  The man hissed.

Joey ran his tongue down the man's neck and onto his chest.  He slid the
tip of it lower and lower until he hit a hard nipple.  He gnawed for a
brief second before letting up and moving further.  He smiled to himself as
he felt his target quiver when his tongue skipped over his bulging six-pack
and circled his navel.

Joey finally stopped when his tongue hit the top of the black shorts.  He
looked up with his disarming blue eyes and caressed the head of the man's
dick through the shorts with his chin.  The man looked down.

"May I?"  Joey asked, before biting down on his lower lip.  The man's head
lolled back without answer.  Joey starting to chew a little on the shaft of
his huge cock through the black lycra, making sure to make the fabric as
wet as possible.

Joey ran a hand up the back of the man's tight shorts and let his palm rest
against his steaming hamstring muscle.  He moved the other hand up and
grabbed the padded seat of the shorts around his testicles and squeezed in
rhythm as he ran his tongue up and down the man's cock and pulled the head
away from his body with his lips.

The man started to groan and moan with the action and he slid down the tree
a bit.  Joey knew he had him in a state of bliss, and a state of weakness.
He removed his hand from the leg of his shorts and ran it up the man's ass
and around the front of his waist.  He did not let up pressure from his
nimble mouth or from his testicles.  He giggled a little as he pulled the
man's shorts down and exposed his dick.

The man looked down in surprise but was knocked back into his fog of
ecstasy as Joey started to deep throat his cock like a jackhammer.  Joey
worked and worked until he could taste a flood of precum.  He back off and
sucked just below the head of his cock for a few seconds until his victim
calmed down.

"Ready to show me what kind of man you are?"  Joey asked as he held the
man's throbbing cock in suspense with the tip of his tongue like a snake
charmer.

"Go..."  The man hissed.  Joey smiled and dove back in, his knuckles white
from holding the spandex shorts down for so long.

Joey worked as hard as he could, sweat running down his back and staining
his blue shorts and jersey.  Mark snapped more pictures and wadded more gum
in his mouth.  His baggy shorts had a huge tent in them from the display.
He watched as Joey pulled his mouth off of the man's cock and freed his
hands.

"Poor bastard."  Mark chuckled as he watched and photographed.

Joey slid his hands up on either side of the man's pelvis.  He slid his
mouth sideways up the shaft of the man's dick as he felt it get ready to
burst.  He felt the man pass climax and stopped moving, only holding his
dick in his mouth.  Joey flicked his tongue back and forth over it as he
looked up.  The man snapped from his delirium and looked down as he
prepared to unleash his load.

He met Joey's mischievous gaze as his dick was pulled against his left
thigh.  Joey saw the flash of realization of what was about to happen and
grabbed the man's wrists.  A half moment later a flood of hot cum poured
out of his cock and sprayed all over his jet black shorts.  The man
convulsed once with the semi-satisfying orgasm and tried to push Joey back
in his weakened state.  Joey beat him to the draw, and shoved back an stood
up, an impish grin on his face.

The man staggered forward from the tree, his arms spread out.  He looked in
disbelief at the mess on his shorts.  He looked up at Joey with a wrathful
stare.

"Oops."  Joey shrugged.  The man snarled.

"What the fuck dude!"  He took a step toward Joey.

"Sorry man, thought you'd dump in the grass."  Joey's words dripped with
insincerity.

"You knew exactly what you were doing."  The man tried to wipe the mess off
and clean his hand on a tree.

"You didn't have fun?"  Joey moved a little closer.

"Come on man, I can't race like this."

"Got a stream right here, you can clean up.  What time you start?"

"Two forty-five."

"It's only two now, plenty of time.  Let me make it up to you."  Joey spoke
as he looked at a time of two thirty on his watch."

"What does that mean?  Another trick."  The man started to walk toward the
stream.

"Come on, over here.  If we can't clean you up, we'll trade shorts."

The man looked at him skeptically but hormones were still raging in his
body from his half release and Joey looked fine.  He slipped his shoes and
socks off and pulled off his jersey.  He stepped into the water in his
shorts until the warm stream covered the gray stain.  He started to scrub
at it when he saw Joey disrobe and put his clothes on a fallen tree.  He
smiled as he waded into the water naked, his perfect body slowly
disappearing into the stream.

The man stopped what he was doing and watched Joey walk toward him.  He
felt his dick get hard again and turned away a little.

"You don't have a chance, do you?"  Joey smiled and laughed as he pulled
his muscular chest against the other man's back and nuzzled his defined
traps.  He ran his hands over his abs and back down to his hard cock.

"What does that mean?"  The man asked.

"You're so horny, you'll never ride right til you get a good release."

"Yeah right, and you're going to help that how?"

"I told you I'd make it up to you."  Joey said as slid the man's shorts
down and made long tight strokes over his cock with his hands.

"I could ram my dick in your ass right now twink, and unless that's what
you mean by making it up, take a hike."  The man turned on him.

Joey smiled and turned away, his hand still holding the shaft of the man's
erection.  He led him by his dick back to the tree.  The two emerged from
the water, their bodies glistening as they dripped dry.

Joey led the man past the tree and was gentle as he nudged him toward the
stump next to his clothes.

"You want me so bad right now, you aren't going to say no."  Joey smiled
and reached into his jersey and pulled something out.  He put it in his
mouth and chewed for a second and went back down on the man.

"Hang on, don't pull that shit again."  His words were cut short as he felt
Joey slide a condom over his cock with his teeth.  Joey stood back up and
smiled.

"You little freak."  The man laughed.  Joey kissed him hard and the two
sucked on each other's faces and necks for a moment.

Joey climbed onto the tree, straddling the man.  He eased his ass back onto
his cock and worked it inside of him.  He winced a little due to the size
but got comfortable in a moment.

"Like that?"  He asked as he slid up and down.

"Fuck yeah."  The man grabbed Joey's thick thighs, in part to control his
movements and part to prevent him from bailing on him again.

Joey rode up and down on his cock for an eternity, enjoying the ride as
much as the man he was fucking.  He waited until his target's eyes closed
for an extended period of time and checked his watch, it was two
forty-seven.  He clenched his ass and fucked as hard as he could.  The man
started to whimper again and his through his teeth.  Joey stroked his own
cock as he laid chest to chest with the man.

A few minutes later they both climaxed hard, Joey dumping a load down the
man's abs and into his wispy pubic hairs.  He waited for his breathing to
become normal and slid off.  He grabbed his clothes and went to the bank,
the man smiled and laughed a little as he laid back on the tree, his dick
becoming soft inside the packed condom.

Joey pulled his clothes and shoes on with precision; his partner was not as
spry after his unusual treat.  He recovered and started to stand up as Joey
trotted away.  He reached for the condom as he saw the group he was set to
ride with rocket by.  He flashed into rage as he saw Joey running away.

"God Damn YOU!!!!"  He pulled his shorts on over the puddle of cum on his
stomach and his condom and pulled his shoes on with no socks.  He chased
after Joey and mounted his bike a few seconds behind him.  Mark watched
through the lens and dropped his camera in panic and grabbed his bike.

The man had rage in his face as he went to chase the laughing twink that
had humiliated him.  His legs swelled with the exertion of moving his
bicycle.  He reached the road and roared after him.  A second later Mark
came off the hill and stopped in front of him.  The man slid on his bike
and hit the ground.  Mark dismounted and ran to him.

He checked his road rash on his side and arm and looked up at Mark with a
murderous stare.

"You OK buddy?"  Mark asked.  The man marched on him but noted Mark's size
and build and thought twice.

"Get the fuck out of my way!"  He picked his bike back up.

"Whatever you been doing man, you might want to clean up before you keep
riding."  Mark was sober despite his amusement.

The man looked down and saw the sticky stains all over his shorts and the
end of the condom sticking from his waistband.  He gritted his teeth and
turned away and rode off.

Mark settled down and went back to his camera equipment.  A second later
Joey came riding up.

"You get it all?"  Joey asked, succumbing to laughter.

"Yeah, and let's the get the fuck out of here before that guy kills us!"



Mark was sitting at his laptop in a quaint hotel room.  He was not wearing
his shirt, and his bare muscular chest and an array of tattoos were lit by
the screen of the computer and a small lamp.  He clicked away on his
computer as Joey walked up behind him wearing only a towel.  The sound of
running water could be heard coming from the bathroom.

"Oh, you feel nice.  How much you benching these days?"  Joey caressed
Mark's bulging biceps.

"Enough."  Mark talked as though he was distracted.

"You put them up already?"  Joey asked as he hugged Mark around the neck
and nibbled his ear as he looked at the screen.

"Yeah, got the best ones packed up and sent."

"What you asking this time?"

"These are fucking hot!  I'm asking five grand."

"Come on!  That cheap fucker won't pay that much."

"He paid twelve hundred last time without blinking.  His viewers get off on
this shit."

"Okay, if he bites.  Now I get to get off in your ass."  Joey sucked on
Mark's neck.

"You did win that bet didn't you?  You're a little monster."  Mark stood up
and ground his package into Joey's through the towel.

"What did his face look like when he realized how I fucked him over?"  Joey
laughed.

"Who cares?"  Mark moved in close and licked Joey's upper lip as he let the
towel drop.

"I just care about getting my fifty back."  The two kissed for a moment
before Joey pushed Mark back and motioned for the bathroom with his thumb.

"Lucky for me I know your tricks.  Or at least I think I do."  Mark laughed
as he and Joey disappeared into the steaming bathroom together.



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