Everyone is over the age of eighteen in this story. This is chapter TWO of "A Sweet Ride", a semi-autobiographical story....
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James and I were pulling strong up the hill that marked the beginning of the first ascent toward to lake. I had swung by his place to pick him up on my way through town. It was a perfect day for cycling and we were both excited to have a new riding partner.
My Colnago was humming along nicely as I took the lead up the hill with James drafting closely on my rear wheel. Keeping a fast pace to combat buildup of lactic acid in my leg muscles, my riding style was to attack hills with a vengeance and reach the top quickly. My Colnago was an Italian racing frame compared to James' Holdworth, which was a British touring frame, thus when I stepped on it my bike would leap forward instantly.
When I reached the top of the incline and looked over my shoulder, James was off my pace. I immediately backed off so he could more easily tuck into my draft again.
"Holy shit, Sebastian! You like the hills, don't you?" James exhorted.
"I like to get them out of the way! Come on,
we're almost there!" I encouraged him. "We can enjoy a nice swim in the lake when we get there!"
We continued our journey through the forested rolling countryside punctuated by steeper hills here and there, gaining altitude from the city. It was beautiful being out together in nature and we were enjoying the camaraderie of riding together.
I led the way off of the main road taking a couple of less traveled secondary routes with James following closely. The forest closed in around us as we rode toward one of my favorite spots on the lake, a secluded cove with a tiny sandy beach nestled among granite outcroppings.
We dismounted and removed our biking cleats to walk our bikes together down a narrow trail through the woods. As we came into the cove's clearing, we stopped and took in the view.
"Damn, how did you find this place? It's beautiful!" James exclaimed happily.
"A friend showed me this place last year," I smiled remembering the first time I enjoyed the hidden cove. My cock stirred in my bike shorts thinking of Henry, my friend who had graduated ahead of me last semester and moved to the West Coast to take a job.
"Well, thank you for bringing me here," said James as we both relaxed into the natural surroundings.
"Let's go for a swim," I replied, stripping off my cycling jersey and shorts.
"Hell, yes!" James agreed as he joined me getting naked for our swim.
The water was refreshingly cool after our ride. We paddled around together for a little while enjoying the view from the water of the beach and the surrounding granite outcroppings.
I swam over to a slab of rock where it was easy to hoist up onto a level spot. The rock slab was nice and warm from the noonday sun.
"Come on up, man, this is a good place to catch some rays and relax before the ride back," I said while sitting down in a comfortable spot.
Watching James lift himself out of the clear blue water and stand up next to me, I got a very nice close up view of his manhood. His cock was quite thick, hanging down over a big ballsack and the package was framed by a luxurious thatch of dark pubic hair. The water rolled down off of his chest and dripped off the end of his meaty phallus.
"Sebastian, thanks again for bringing me here. It's just so gorgeous and so peaceful," James said as he looked around taking in the view from the rock.
"Yes, indeed. Nobody ever really comes up here, at least while I've been here," I smiled at James, my eyes moving up from his cock to meet his gaze.
"Really? That's nice," James said quietly as he took a step toward me. I noticed that his cock was stirring as it hung before me at eye level and within reach now.
