My ginger boy.
I was already moving as I watched Rod tumbling, the bike going over the top of him, he hit the road hard. The momentum pulled his right shoe clamped to the pedal off his foot. His left was still clipped to the pedal as he lay in a heap, the bike lay on the road. As got to him he was cursing something bad. You ok I asked? Here, holding out my hand. Let me help you up. Rod just swatted my hand away. I can get my effing self up. Kicking his left foot off the pedal he stood. Pulled his other shoe off the pedal and slipped his foot back in it.
Looking him over he looked like he got lucky, a few scrapes but other than that no injuries to speak of.
Now I say I looked him over, what I really mean is boy did I look him over. This was the closest I’d ever been to him. He took his helmet off and threw it at the bike. Full head of ginger hair down to his shoulders. Where’s that cat he grumbled. Cat? Yeah it ran right in front of me. I panicked and pulled the front brake. Ahh that explains you going over the handlebars. Yeah he spat out. The offending cat was under my truck on the driveway. Then it sprinted off into the neighbour's yard. Lucky cat I thought. If Rod had got his hands on it right then I think it would have lost more than a few of its nine lives.
I watched as he bent over, picking up his bike. Woof what a fine ass I thought so close I could just reach out and grab it. I didn't, of course. I wanted to, but didn’t.
Dammit he spat out. The handlebars had twisted back in the fall. Relax, I told him, placing my hand on his back between his shoulder blades. Hmm, firm. This boy is well built. I can fix that for you in no time at all. As he turned towards me I got a full few of his bulge. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. He is a big boy. Soft cock clearly framed by the lycra is easy 4 maybe 5 inches. Fucking hell i muttered. What he asked. Fucking hell I spluttered out. Come on, let's get your bike fixed.
I followed him into my garage. Hearing his cycle shoes clipping on the ground. His ass looked so fuckable. Stop it. Stop perving.
He propped the bike against the workbench. Come inside, I suggested, let's get you cleaned up first. Rod followed me into my kitchen. Sit yourself on the table kiddo. Kiddo? Sorry, old habits. Rod sits on the table. I grabbed the first aid kit and took the alcohol wipes out. Wiping the grazes on his legs he winced. Sorry I know it stings. I blew on his skin. I swear I heard Rod moan, what are you doing he asked? Don’t really know, I replied my mum used to do it with me. Said it helped take the sting away. It doesn't. I chuckled. I know but old habits kiddo.
Now so close to him I could smell the soap he used. My cock started to stir in my pants. The lycra he was wearing was skin tight. Clearly no underwear on. Just his big plump soft cock visible. The boy might as well be naked. His suit, apart from turning me on, looked familiar. It had pale blue on the front from his waist down to his thighs. White up the top and down the sides. Black and red detailing. Where had I seen it before? I finished cleaning Rod’s grazes. That thought was nagging away as I applied some antiseptic salve taking way longer than reasonable just loving the feel of his soft pale skin. Where? Where have I seen it? Running round my head. Then DING. Your. Your, your rodsanders** I stammered.
Now To be fair Rod had the good graces to look surprised. Huh. What are you talking about? In for a penny in for a pound as they say in Blighty. Looking him straight in the eyes, my hand running up his thigh to rest on his crotch. You're rodsanders** on xHamster. He looked right back at me. My hand still on his crotch I could feel the heat of his young cock and balls.
He leaned back propping himself up on my table AND he asked. I Took a deep breath, here goes I thought. Your rodsanders** on xHamster and I’m. I’m hornybusdriver. I could see it hadn’t registered. You remember the video,*** the one of a lad being rubbed in his lycra cycling suit with oil? The penny was dropping now. Yeah but, hush I whispered. Do you remember replying to a member, you said do that to me. As I was asking him I’d gone to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of olive oil. The penny dropped. Yeah He replied. Well the person you replied to was me. With that said I’d poured oil on his crotch.
Hmmm was all I heard form him. Rubbing the oil into the fabric it was soon slick and he was responding just the way I’d dreamed he would. Absently he opened his legs. Pouring more oil on his swelling dick. I got to work on his boyhood. Happily watching his plum soft cock getting bigger and bigger as he became aroused. Fuck me kiddo your a big boy aren’t you looks about 8 9 inches to me. Seeing him grin, it is and stop calling me kiddo I’m 25. Ok son I chuckled.
My hand worked his shaft, pressing it against his firm lean abdomen. Some might call him skinny, but to me he is a lean young adonis. Stroking my hand up and down his long shaft. It wasn’t to thick, which I liked because I was already thinking I’d love him to fuck me with his cock.
After several minutes of rubbing him, adding oil to keep his suit wet and slick. Flopping his now throbbing cock from side to side so the fabric teased his swollen gland. I could feel his orgasm building. Placing my hand back on his shaft. I kept my index finger on his shaft letting the others grip either side of him. The heat was phenomenal. His orgasm was really getting close.
His pale skin was now fully flushed and sweat was running off his forehead causing his gorgeous fiery red hair to stick to it. Stop. Writhing he gasped out, stop I’m going to cum.
Hush son. I know you are. I’m going to make you cum. Enjoy it son because I’m going to fucking love it!
Please, please stop. I’m. I’m cu I’m gonna cu Oh fuck DADDY I’m cumming.
Feeling his young rock hard cock pulsing in my hand. Watching his body shuddering as his balls exploded. I could feel his orgasm was huge. Counting 9 really strong pulses and a few more softer ones. Judging he was now spent, I released the pressure from his cock.
Phew I exhaled. That was fucking fantastic.
Grinning Rod blurted out yeah It was ok, then looking down at the mess he asked, but what are we going to do about this? I smiled back. Simple son. You're going to have to take it off so I can wash it.
Without any hesitation. He had the zip pulled down and he wriggled out of it. Ok daddy he chuckled as it hit my kitchen floor.
I was fucking blessed. Standing in front of me was this angelic figure of a man.
Tall, just shy of six foot by my reckoning. Lean, a real cyclist or a swimmer's body. Pale oh his skin was a ginger boy's lover's dream come true. Pale all over, some freckles over his shoulders.
His cock was magnificent. Easy 8, 9 inches, the shaft so pale his veins shone through his skin. His gland is a deep purple. His balls pert with a slight pink shading to them. Even though they were tight from his orgasm it was clear to see Rod didn’t have low hangers; he had a fine perfectly formed round ball sack and hairless, All over that fine body not a sight of hair except for his head, his armpits and a handsome bush over his boyhood like a frame for fine art.
Looking him over he looked like he got lucky, a few scrapes but other than that no injuries to speak of.
Now I say I looked him over, what I really mean is boy did I look him over. This was the closest I’d ever been to him. He took his helmet off and threw it at the bike. Full head of ginger hair down to his shoulders. Where’s that cat he grumbled. Cat? Yeah it ran right in front of me. I panicked and pulled the front brake. Ahh that explains you going over the handlebars. Yeah he spat out. The offending cat was under my truck on the driveway. Then it sprinted off into the neighbour's yard. Lucky cat I thought. If Rod had got his hands on it right then I think it would have lost more than a few of its nine lives.
I watched as he bent over, picking up his bike. Woof what a fine ass I thought so close I could just reach out and grab it. I didn't, of course. I wanted to, but didn’t.
Dammit he spat out. The handlebars had twisted back in the fall. Relax, I told him, placing my hand on his back between his shoulder blades. Hmm, firm. This boy is well built. I can fix that for you in no time at all. As he turned towards me I got a full few of his bulge. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. He is a big boy. Soft cock clearly framed by the lycra is easy 4 maybe 5 inches. Fucking hell i muttered. What he asked. Fucking hell I spluttered out. Come on, let's get your bike fixed.
I followed him into my garage. Hearing his cycle shoes clipping on the ground. His ass looked so fuckable. Stop it. Stop perving.
He propped the bike against the workbench. Come inside, I suggested, let's get you cleaned up first. Rod followed me into my kitchen. Sit yourself on the table kiddo. Kiddo? Sorry, old habits. Rod sits on the table. I grabbed the first aid kit and took the alcohol wipes out. Wiping the grazes on his legs he winced. Sorry I know it stings. I blew on his skin. I swear I heard Rod moan, what are you doing he asked? Don’t really know, I replied my mum used to do it with me. Said it helped take the sting away. It doesn't. I chuckled. I know but old habits kiddo.
Now so close to him I could smell the soap he used. My cock started to stir in my pants. The lycra he was wearing was skin tight. Clearly no underwear on. Just his big plump soft cock visible. The boy might as well be naked. His suit, apart from turning me on, looked familiar. It had pale blue on the front from his waist down to his thighs. White up the top and down the sides. Black and red detailing. Where had I seen it before? I finished cleaning Rod’s grazes. That thought was nagging away as I applied some antiseptic salve taking way longer than reasonable just loving the feel of his soft pale skin. Where? Where have I seen it? Running round my head. Then DING. Your. Your, your rodsanders** I stammered.
Now To be fair Rod had the good graces to look surprised. Huh. What are you talking about? In for a penny in for a pound as they say in Blighty. Looking him straight in the eyes, my hand running up his thigh to rest on his crotch. You're rodsanders** on xHamster. He looked right back at me. My hand still on his crotch I could feel the heat of his young cock and balls.
He leaned back propping himself up on my table AND he asked. I Took a deep breath, here goes I thought. Your rodsanders** on xHamster and I’m. I’m hornybusdriver. I could see it hadn’t registered. You remember the video,*** the one of a lad being rubbed in his lycra cycling suit with oil? The penny was dropping now. Yeah but, hush I whispered. Do you remember replying to a member, you said do that to me. As I was asking him I’d gone to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of olive oil. The penny dropped. Yeah He replied. Well the person you replied to was me. With that said I’d poured oil on his crotch.
Hmmm was all I heard form him. Rubbing the oil into the fabric it was soon slick and he was responding just the way I’d dreamed he would. Absently he opened his legs. Pouring more oil on his swelling dick. I got to work on his boyhood. Happily watching his plum soft cock getting bigger and bigger as he became aroused. Fuck me kiddo your a big boy aren’t you looks about 8 9 inches to me. Seeing him grin, it is and stop calling me kiddo I’m 25. Ok son I chuckled.
My hand worked his shaft, pressing it against his firm lean abdomen. Some might call him skinny, but to me he is a lean young adonis. Stroking my hand up and down his long shaft. It wasn’t to thick, which I liked because I was already thinking I’d love him to fuck me with his cock.
After several minutes of rubbing him, adding oil to keep his suit wet and slick. Flopping his now throbbing cock from side to side so the fabric teased his swollen gland. I could feel his orgasm building. Placing my hand back on his shaft. I kept my index finger on his shaft letting the others grip either side of him. The heat was phenomenal. His orgasm was really getting close.
His pale skin was now fully flushed and sweat was running off his forehead causing his gorgeous fiery red hair to stick to it. Stop. Writhing he gasped out, stop I’m going to cum.
Hush son. I know you are. I’m going to make you cum. Enjoy it son because I’m going to fucking love it!
Please, please stop. I’m. I’m cu I’m gonna cu Oh fuck DADDY I’m cumming.
Feeling his young rock hard cock pulsing in my hand. Watching his body shuddering as his balls exploded. I could feel his orgasm was huge. Counting 9 really strong pulses and a few more softer ones. Judging he was now spent, I released the pressure from his cock.
Phew I exhaled. That was fucking fantastic.
Grinning Rod blurted out yeah It was ok, then looking down at the mess he asked, but what are we going to do about this? I smiled back. Simple son. You're going to have to take it off so I can wash it.
Without any hesitation. He had the zip pulled down and he wriggled out of it. Ok daddy he chuckled as it hit my kitchen floor.
I was fucking blessed. Standing in front of me was this angelic figure of a man.
Tall, just shy of six foot by my reckoning. Lean, a real cyclist or a swimmer's body. Pale oh his skin was a ginger boy's lover's dream come true. Pale all over, some freckles over his shoulders.
His cock was magnificent. Easy 8, 9 inches, the shaft so pale his veins shone through his skin. His gland is a deep purple. His balls pert with a slight pink shading to them. Even though they were tight from his orgasm it was clear to see Rod didn’t have low hangers; he had a fine perfectly formed round ball sack and hairless, All over that fine body not a sight of hair except for his head, his armpits and a handsome bush over his boyhood like a frame for fine art.
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