FlexibleFlirter
USG Member
- Location
- Beijing, China
After reading a sweat-inducing forecast of 35 degrees one day this summer, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone: cycling and naked, or almost, hiking. While I wouldn’t usually wear anything underneath my cycling shorts, I felt that my array of new thong and jock purchases demanded a test run, and after much deliberation, settled on a enhancing red number, which btw, you will see in my recent pictures. With my small pert ass being lifted by the smoothly crafted Y in the back while simultaneously providing my low hanging balls with ample support from a generous pouch, I couldn’t do anything but become turned on while I flexed, posed, and clenched in the mirror. The silky-smooth material made it feel like I was wearing nothing, and after one final twang at the back sending it in to my hairy ass, I preceded to search for the shortest and tightest cycling shorts I could find. A few weeks prior to this – what will become an unexpectedly pleasurable day, I’d bought some expensive cycling clothes to replace the cheap knock offs I am always in a cycle of buying, which means they’re extra tight! After slipping my Bora bib shorts on and adjusting the shoulder straps, I jammed the chamois in to my ass for maximum comfort, and in doing so, moved everything to the right! Usually, the tightness would make everything disappear, but the enhancement kept me semi, which I had observed a few times, is down to the material.
I knew my bulge was visible to everyone, but I wasn’t at all bothered…. professional cyclists are always exhibiting, and nobody bats an eye, plus I was going too fast due to the excitement of an almost-naked hike at my usual spot. Due to the terrain and state of the paved areas, I could only cycle halfway up, from then onwards it is simply a wild road/gravel paving the way to the summit. Fortunately, there are seats located at certain rest points, to which I locked my bike and started my hike on foot.
Always being a sweaty bastard, but more so in the current weather, I took my saturated t-shirt off and took a sniff before putting it in my rucksack. After walking to about 200 metres of a 300-metre vertical height, I sat down for a rest on a large rock that was partially shaded by a tree. Having drunk tons of water due to the heat, I took my cock out for a huge piss, and as expected, I was hanging pretty low, which is a contrast to when I normally wear cycling clothes! After shaking the piss from the end of my dick, I shoved it back in the pouch without any care as to enhance the shape and bulge under the cycling shorts.
As I approached the summit, which in this case is not signposted, merely implied, I took the cycling gear off and put it in my bag. The closer I got to the top the more excited I got at the prospect of someone seeing me from behind, which would either result in embarrassment or excitement. Where I live, being naked, especially in a locker room is never sexualized, so being naked outside would seem more normal than wearing something skimpy. Anyways, consequential thoughts only ran through my mind for a few seconds before I disregarded them and carried on with my hike. Always having a small ass, I found it difficult to pose and present any sort of lift to a prospective admirer, even when wearing a jockstrap; however, walking with a wide stance altered the perspective from behind, which is what I now maintain when trying to catch anyone’s attention.
Once I got to the summit, which overlooked a valley of trees, I started to lift and caress my dick end with my right thumb – a recently-developed pleasure. As I got harder, I could feel the back of the thong pressing tightly against my ass, and within 10 seconds, had 7 inches stretching my sexiness to the point of breaking. My balls of course did fall out, which with the heat were down to my knees – perfect for a fondle. After a quick play with my balls, I took out a pathetically small towel, which was clearly not long enough for my stupidly long legs, though half of me lying in dirt doesn’t bother me, I get a much stronger sense of masculinity this way. Gratefully, my throbbing cock, which was on the burst of exploding, died down a little and the pressure on the seams of my new underwear was relieved!
I first laid on my back to bask in the glorious sunshine, which was causing my whole body to drip uncontrollably with sweat. I didn’t mind, it was perfect lube for the ensuing nipple play, which usually sends my heart racing and cock pulsating. Sadly, it was quite simply too hot and my nipples were waay to soft be sensitive enough; playing with them was simply like being touched anywhere else that day. After about 20 minutes of rubbing myself to a firm semi, being sure not to make myself too hard, I turned over to tan my back. I, of course, took the opportunity to arch my back and send a picture to a couple of my boys. At this point I wasn’t interested in bottoming, though this location would become my outdoor-play spot, I was just sending something suggestive and engaging in some online fun. While lying on my front, I couldn’t stop messing with the skimpy waistband of the thong, I also ensured that it was centred so on the off chance of someone walking past, it would look perfect. After 20 minutes of sunbathing, I received a text from one of my bottom guys (to whom I hadn’t sent a picture) asking what I was up to, to which I replied that I was sunbathing after a short bike ride and had nothing else planned on this glorious day. This guy and I had been trying to meet for a few weeks, but our schedules didn’t meet, I therefore, had to convert this into an opportunity. Following a brief conversation about outdoor fantasies, I plainly asked him if he wanted to get fucked at the top of the mountain. His response: I’ll be there in 20 minutes.
I knew my bulge was visible to everyone, but I wasn’t at all bothered…. professional cyclists are always exhibiting, and nobody bats an eye, plus I was going too fast due to the excitement of an almost-naked hike at my usual spot. Due to the terrain and state of the paved areas, I could only cycle halfway up, from then onwards it is simply a wild road/gravel paving the way to the summit. Fortunately, there are seats located at certain rest points, to which I locked my bike and started my hike on foot.
Always being a sweaty bastard, but more so in the current weather, I took my saturated t-shirt off and took a sniff before putting it in my rucksack. After walking to about 200 metres of a 300-metre vertical height, I sat down for a rest on a large rock that was partially shaded by a tree. Having drunk tons of water due to the heat, I took my cock out for a huge piss, and as expected, I was hanging pretty low, which is a contrast to when I normally wear cycling clothes! After shaking the piss from the end of my dick, I shoved it back in the pouch without any care as to enhance the shape and bulge under the cycling shorts.
As I approached the summit, which in this case is not signposted, merely implied, I took the cycling gear off and put it in my bag. The closer I got to the top the more excited I got at the prospect of someone seeing me from behind, which would either result in embarrassment or excitement. Where I live, being naked, especially in a locker room is never sexualized, so being naked outside would seem more normal than wearing something skimpy. Anyways, consequential thoughts only ran through my mind for a few seconds before I disregarded them and carried on with my hike. Always having a small ass, I found it difficult to pose and present any sort of lift to a prospective admirer, even when wearing a jockstrap; however, walking with a wide stance altered the perspective from behind, which is what I now maintain when trying to catch anyone’s attention.
Once I got to the summit, which overlooked a valley of trees, I started to lift and caress my dick end with my right thumb – a recently-developed pleasure. As I got harder, I could feel the back of the thong pressing tightly against my ass, and within 10 seconds, had 7 inches stretching my sexiness to the point of breaking. My balls of course did fall out, which with the heat were down to my knees – perfect for a fondle. After a quick play with my balls, I took out a pathetically small towel, which was clearly not long enough for my stupidly long legs, though half of me lying in dirt doesn’t bother me, I get a much stronger sense of masculinity this way. Gratefully, my throbbing cock, which was on the burst of exploding, died down a little and the pressure on the seams of my new underwear was relieved!
I first laid on my back to bask in the glorious sunshine, which was causing my whole body to drip uncontrollably with sweat. I didn’t mind, it was perfect lube for the ensuing nipple play, which usually sends my heart racing and cock pulsating. Sadly, it was quite simply too hot and my nipples were waay to soft be sensitive enough; playing with them was simply like being touched anywhere else that day. After about 20 minutes of rubbing myself to a firm semi, being sure not to make myself too hard, I turned over to tan my back. I, of course, took the opportunity to arch my back and send a picture to a couple of my boys. At this point I wasn’t interested in bottoming, though this location would become my outdoor-play spot, I was just sending something suggestive and engaging in some online fun. While lying on my front, I couldn’t stop messing with the skimpy waistband of the thong, I also ensured that it was centred so on the off chance of someone walking past, it would look perfect. After 20 minutes of sunbathing, I received a text from one of my bottom guys (to whom I hadn’t sent a picture) asking what I was up to, to which I replied that I was sunbathing after a short bike ride and had nothing else planned on this glorious day. This guy and I had been trying to meet for a few weeks, but our schedules didn’t meet, I therefore, had to convert this into an opportunity. Following a brief conversation about outdoor fantasies, I plainly asked him if he wanted to get fucked at the top of the mountain. His response: I’ll be there in 20 minutes.
can also be well highlighted by a lycra bib 
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