At forty two I disliked how out of shape I was. It didn't help that I had just taken a job working behind a desk. I started walking, but that didn't do much to decrease my waist size. After getting frustrated with the spare tire above my belt, I decided to buy a bike. I just fell in love with a 21 speed mountain bike with big knobby tires.
After my wife wrote him a check he handed me a piece of paper and said,
"There is a local group that goes on weekend bike rides. Sometimes they are long rides some times short but it is a good way to get some exercise."
I gave the paper to my wife and told her I'd meet her at home. The four mile ride convinced me I was really out of shape. Going up a small hill near my home wore me out. Parking the bike in the garage, I was glad I quit smoking four years earlier. As I tried to catch my breath, I wished I had quite a lot earlier.
I called the number on the paper and started going to some of the weekend bike trips. In the beginning I went to the short ones and worked my way up to some 100 mile trips. Over the next couple of months I met some real nice people in the group.
Three of the guys, Rick, Mike and Tim, and I became real friendly. Their wives and my wife would get together for cards, or the guys would play poker while the girls watched chic flicks they rented. Sometimes we would all get together and go out to eat.
Over the next couple of months I had improved my cardiovascular and lost a few inches of my spare tire. I went on a lot of short bike rides, and a few of the longer trips.
One Friday evening during a game of spades Rick looked around the table and said,
"Next Friday let's take a bike ride to Daytona Beach."
Tim looked at him and asked, "For a day a night or what?"
Like he had the trip planned, Rick answered, "We'll leave Friday afternoon after work. We'll get a room and spend the weekend riding up and down the beach and Highway A1A."
I looked at my wife, waiting for her to say something. After an awkward silence, Mike said, "Sounds like fun."
Rick's wife looked around the table and said, "Kind of like a men's retreat. Only you guys will be checking out every thing in a bikini."
Over the next few days we finalized every aspect of the trip. We bought back packs to carry the things we needed. We reserved a room on the beach.
All day at work on Friday I was wishing it was four; so we could be on our way. Fighting the traffic on the way home I realized in our six year marriage Jan and I have never been apart for a single night. She seemed okay with the trip, especially the part about her and the other wives going to Tampa on Saturday.
We all met at Mike's house. I pulled my bike out of the back of the truck. After Tim and Rick arrived, we left. The eighty mile trip to the coast was hot, sweaty and very tiring. It was the middle of May, but it was hot enough to feel like the middle of August. We stopped several times for water and to rest.
We arrived a little before seven. Mike, Tim and I stayed with the bikes near some newspaper stands in the driveway, while Rick went to get the key.
Going into the room, it was nice to relax in the air conditioning. Rick laid on one of the beds. Tim made it to the other one. Mike and I sat at the two chairs at the small round table near the door. I looked at Rick and Tim and wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be. Rick turned on the television. He flipped through the channels and finally stopped at a Humphrey Bogart movie. A few minutes into the movie we started talking about dinner. After tossing around several choices we decided on going to Hooters.
Dinner was nice. It seemed like the waitress's tops were cut lower and their shorts had less material. On the way back we stopped at a liquor store and bought a small bottle of Seagrams 7 and a 2 liter bottle of seven up. After dinner, we hit the pool. We had a nice time swimming and playing with a beach ball in the pool. Going in to get ready to settle in the room for the night, we took turns going into the bathroom to change out of our wet swim suit. Mike went in first. When he came out, Tim went in. I was shocked to see Rick take his swim trunks off right near the sink. He dried off and hung his trunks on a hanger. Totally naked, Rick walked towards his pack for some shorts.
I tried not to stare, but I had not been in a gym in years and I wasn't used to seeing naked men. Rick is tall and muscular. The whole time he had his back to me. I don't know why, but I was curious what his cock looked like. I didn't realize I was staring until Tim came out of the bathroom.
I grabbed my shorts and went into the bathroom. After changing I started to wonder why I was so shocked and curious. I've seen naked men before. Pulling up my shorts I noticed I was getting hard. My seven inch cock was stirring as I thought about looking at Rick's naked body. Before leaving the bathroom I splashed some cold water on my face and tried not to think about Rick naked.
Walking out of the bathroom, I surveyed the room. Rick and Mike were on the bed closest to the door. Tim was on the other bed. I walked between the beds then crawled over Tim's legs to lie on the only available small area of bed left.
Mike had the remote. He was flipping through the channels. I watched him and the television for a short while. When he passed two different baseball games, I lost interest and went back to thinking about Rick naked. I also started to wonder what Mike or Tim looked like with no clothes or what they looked like with a hard cock.
Tim is short and slender. He has short blond hair. At thirty two, he is very athletic. I started to imagine his cock hard, when I realized Rick stopped on a pay per view channel. He was reading the conditions of purchase agreement and waiting for the choices of movies. I looked away from the television towards Mike. He looked like he was almost asleep. Like the rest of us he had on just a pair of shorts. His short red hair was barely touching his ears. Unlike Rick he had very little hair on his body.
I have always had this fascination about making love to a woman with red hair. Being curious of what she would look like with red pussy hair. I started to wonder what Mike looked like with red hair around his cock.
I have always been 100% heterosexual. I couldn't understand why I was thinking the way I was. I closed my eyes to try to change what I was thinking, then the movie started. With my eyes closed I could hear a woman moaning. I opened my eyes to see a naked woman on television she had a large cock in her mouth and another well hung guy was sliding his cock in her pussy. She had large round breast with large nipples. I looked at Mike, Tim and Rick they were all watching intently.
I could not believe what I saw next. Rick lifted his hips and lowered his shorts. His cock was huge. I guessed nine maybe ten inches long and thick. The mushroomed head was large. It was odd to see all the hair on his chest and legs, but his cock area was completely shaved. Just when I realized I was staring, Mike reached over and wrapped his hand around Rick's cock. Rick's cock was so big Mike's hand could barely fit around it.
Trying not to stare, I looked at the tv. It didn't work I was curious as to what they were doing. With a full view of Rick's cock, Mike leaned in and opened his mouth. He slowly took the head in his mouth. He started bobbing up and down on Rick's cock. Rick put a hand on the back of Mike's head. Watching Mike give Rick an expert blow job with such interest, I didn't notice Tim taking off his shorts.
His seven inch cock had a large purple head. With it so close to me I could see precum on the tip. Like Rick he was also shaved. I was thinking about touching it. I knew it would be like touching my own, but it was bald and I had never touched another man. Looking back at Mike he was going faster up and down on Rick's cock. He reached down and played with Rick's balls.
