It could not have been a better day for a bike ride. The air was crisp, but the sky was a bright blue, with just a few clouds, and the sun was warm on my back. I chose to ride the rail trail Towards Nickerson State Park, a distance of 12 or so miles. In no time, it seemed that I was at the park.
I had planned on getting off of the trail and taking a break there, but instead, blew right by it, setting my sights on Harwich and Ruggies for a late lunch. It was a workout to keep up the pace to reach the restaurant in time for lunch before closing time, but I made it with 20 minutes to spare, just enough time to order a sandwich to go, use the bathroom and then find a quiet spot to eat. On the ride home I chose a leisurely pace which enabled me to enjoy the sights along the way. Until I got back to the house, and began stripping my cycling clothes off, I can truly say that my thoughts were dominated by the beauty of Cape Cod, the exhilaration of riding fast, and the enjoyable lunch from Ruggies which turned out to exceed my expectations. But that all changed as I turned the shower water on and pulled off my shorts.
Standing naked, testing the water before stepping into the shower, my cock immediately began to swell. It was as if it were trained to understand that a shower could lead to some of the most exquisite sensations that it had known and experienced. I did not need to rely on imagination to get aroused. It only took a few thoughts of the experiences from the day before to make my cock spring into action.
Of course, slowly washing it with my soapy hands didn't hurt! I did not want to let go, but I reached for the soap and lathered my hands again, and this time, I reached behind me with my right hand and and cupped my cheek before slowly moving my finger to the crack, and then down to my anus. Without the slightest hesitation, I probed it with a soapy finger, tracing the tight muscle that guarded the pathway to pleasure, and then making a conscious effort to relax before pushing it inside. All of a sudden it seemed that I craved to be filled. My finger felt good, but it wanted more. I was astounded by how quickly I had come to the point of wanting my friend inside of me. I wanted to experience the sensation, not of my own finger, not of a toy, but rather of my friend's cock, alive, real, intimate, erotic. In the shower, at that very moment, I confronted the reality that I wanted to be fucked.
I dried off and put fresh clothes on and then glanced down to see the panties that he had given me lying on the floor. In my haste, I had nearly forgotten Quickly I pulled off my jeans, and gradually pulled the panties, still damp from the bike ride up my legs until my cock and balls were cradled by the soft material. I decided that I had enough time to walk to my friend's home and set off on foot. The nearer I got to his home, the more I was filled with nervous anticipation. It was not a case of nerves questioning if I were doing the right thing. It was a case of anticipation about what was yet to come.
He opened the door before I was done knocking. Standing in front of me in a robe, loosely tied together and smiling.
"I was beginning to think that dinner time would never get here," he said.
I had to agree. I stepped inside and he closed the door. The cottage was filled with the aroma of dinner. He had just brought steaks in from the grill out back, and there were oven roasted potatoes and cole slaw. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw cookies cooling on the counter.
"I am totally impressed," I said. "I had no idea that you were so accomplished in the kitchen."
He admitted that it was a bit of a challenge to prepare dinner for guest in such a small space, but he seemed to manage quite well. We sat down at the table , our plates before us, and hot apple cider which added just a touch of the season . He asked about my day, and I told him about my ride. He asked me if I had followed his instructions regarding wearing the panties that he had given to me the previous day. I smiled as I assured him that I had complied with his request. That was the only reference to sex during the meal. Our conversation centered around life on the cape, the popularity of the bike trail, and the quiet season which lay before us.
At the conclusion of the meal, I offered to do the dishes. He was appreciative, and he poured himself a cup of coffee and watched, as there was only room for one in the kitchen. When I was finished, I made a cup of tea, put a few cookies on a plate and sat opposite him. There was a quiet moment as I picked up a cookie. Before I bit into the cookie, I asked if he was wearing panties under his robe.
He smiled and said, " You are the one wearing panties tonight. I can't wait to see them, and to touch them. I can't wait to breath in your fragrance and to kiss your cock through them."
He then went on to ask if I had any thoughts about what we had done the day before. I assured him that I was completely comfortable with all that had taken place, and then I paused.
"What is it," he asked?
I looked him in the eye and said, "I came to the realization this afternoon that I want you to fuck me,"
