After Jim finished me off in grand style, we hung out for a bit more and kind of set some ground rules for any ongoing encounters. Both of us are loners and realize that at our age we like it like that. Despite having 6 decades under our belts things still work well enough to enjoy some gratification of the flesh with a healthy dose of mutual respect. Neither of us are interested in making out or cuddling, we just enjoyed play with cocks and getting our rocks off. We planned out a ride for the following Thursday to check off some more bridges from the to do list.
The following Thursday turned out to be 80+ degrees and lots of sun, perfect day for a ride. We met up at a gas & go, double checked our gear and route before headed out. What's great about being retired is that you can pick ride days that typically don't have a lot of traffic and today did not disappoint. The route we chose had been freshly paved the year before and the road was flawless as a young coed's midriff. Riding along my thoughts drifted back to the weekend before and how nice Jim's cock tasted. Which caused a stirring in my pants, which required an adjustment. If you have ever been following a biker, you may have noticed them standing up and shaking one leg or the other to unstick things.
We arrived at our first waypoint and pulled off to the head of the bridge and parked for the token Bike/Bridge photo. This one dated back to 1904 and featured a multiple kingpost design. Jim and I walked out on it, admiring the mortis and peg construction. As I was looking up, Jim reached around and began stroking my crotch, "I saw you needed to adjust on the ride, ever do it on a bridge?" he quipped. Returning the grope, I reminded him that we had 3 more bridges on to cover on our ride, but technically we did just have sex on a bridge. He grinned, "Onto the next then."