Sam looked out the window of his second story bedroom on clear, sunny Saturday afternoon and realized that it would be a perfect time for a bike ride. There was a trail not far from his house and it was just warm enough and late enough in the day that he might see some interesting activity if he wondered off the beaten path. Sam loved biking. He was a naturally stocky guy of average height and biking, along with trips to the squat rack, helped keep his muscular ass from getting sloppy now that he was in his early forties.
He pulled off the polo shirt that he had worn to church with his wife and teenage kids then pulled off the khaki pants and tight briefs underneath. There would be no room for those underneath his chosen biking ensemble. Naked except for a pair of socks he walked over to the dresser that he shared with his wife and pulled open the fourth drawer where he kept his workout clothes. He pulled out a black form-fitting shirt with a collar and a pair black spandex shorts. Many people would consider these shorts as underwear but there were many others - including Sam - who saw them as perfectly acceptable outer garments when engaging in physical activity.
As Sam walked down the stairs his wife caught a glimpse of his riding choices and wrinkled her face, giving him that concerned and stern look that she always gave when she suspected he was up to no good.
"What?"
"Nothing. I didn't say anything," she replied. "...I just think that those shorts are a little revealing..." Jennifer added.
"Yeah, dad" Ian, his oldest son added. "You're showing everybody your dickprint".
"These are the best thing to wear when you're a serious rider like me," Sam explained. "They prevent chafing."
"Well you might want to shove a banana or something down there. Just saying," his son replied.
Sam gave Ian a look that let him know that he was getting very close to crossing the line. He then turned to his wife.
"What about you?" he asked. "Do you think I need to stuff?" Diana ran a hand through Sam's dirty blond hair and sighed. She had resigned herself to sticking with this marriage until both of the kids were out of the house. It was just three short years away.
"You look very sporty," she said. "And you have a really nice ass." With a slap on Sam's buttocks she sent him out the door knowing that she had fed his ego enough to not have to be bothered with him for the rest of night.
*****
It was about a 1.5 mile ride to trail head near Sam's home and he got there fairly quickly. His excitement and desire for fitness propelled him. Those things and also the knowledge that as the sun started to set and many of the trail's patrons left for the day he might get a chance to see some interesting activity if he decided to veer off the paved path. He also knew that even if there was no activity, there would at least a few fit men in tight biking outfits just like his and he could drink in these visuals to keep him going until his next clandestine encounter.
But as Sam started in on the bike trail all other thoughts melted away for a time. His genuine love of riding took over as he worked hard to climb up hill and coasted carelessly downhill. As he neared the end of his ride however, he noticed a large man sitting/leaning against one of concrete tables at the exit of the trail head he had just completed. The man seemed to be looking in his direction and as Sam drew closer he decided that now might be the perfect time for a little break before riding home.
He hopped off his bicycle and walked it over to the table.
"Afternoon," Sam said casually, taking a seat.
"It sure is," the man replied.
Sam exhaled deeply. "Perfect day for ride." He said. "Not too hot. Not too many people around."
"Yea, it starts to thin out as the sun starts to go down." The man said, sitting down across from Sam. "Except for certain people." He added casually.
Now in close proximity Sam was able to check this fellow bike enthusiast out. He was very tall, about 6-2, and muscular. He looked to be in his mid to late thirties and had a completely shaved head which actually looked good on him. Sam thought the bald head made him much more handsome than a head full of thinning hair would have.
"So how was your ride, bike shorts?" The man said, choosing to refer to Sam by his chosen outfit.
"It was pretty good." Sam replied. "Bike shorts?" he said curious to know why this handsome stranger had chosen to refer to him that way.
"Yeah, well I don't know your name but I've seen you around here before. Always in those tight little shorts." The man said. His tone had no hint of mockery and Sam even thought he heard a bit of flirtatiousness.
"They're perfect for riding. Plus... I can't lie, they show off my best assets." Sam said, confident in the fact that he had a great ass. Sam wasn't like most closeted married men. He'd had enough experience to know want he wanted, what he was good at, and what he was willing to do for the right man. His experiences with other men - especially one specific man- had given him the confidence to go after what he wanted.
"Your best assets, huh? You're right, they do show a lot." The man said. "Sometimes too much, that's why I don't wear 'em" He followed, and slowly started to stand.
"Fuck, that is impressive." Sam said in surprise as he gazed at this man, wearing khaki shorts but sporting a bulge that snaked down his thigh in a visible dick line and made Sam's mouth water.
"You're impressed, huh?"
"Oh yeah, you have a nice one. No way you could hide that in shorts like these."
