Bi Bridges - Slight Trim and Edging

Jim arrived just after noon, the weather was great and being mid-week we should not hit a lot of traffic. We did a quick review of the planned route, there were 3 bridges not far from where I live, and the rest was a fun ride on nice scenic twisty road. We updated our respective GPS and headed out.

The 1st bridge was only about 10 miles away, nice structure with great backdrops. Naturally we took bike glamor shots and engaged in some ritual foreplay. The second bridge was only another couple of miles except a little more private. Again, glam shots of the bikes for the scrap book. This bridge had a path down to the creek and what looked like a nice trout pool. We walked down to check it out for future reference. Jim turned and reached down undo my riding pants fished my cock out and dropped to his knees and began greedily sucking. Just as I was starting to get erect, he popped back up and declared this should count towards the "Sex on the Bridge" merit badge. Bastard, payback will be achieved later.

We hopped back on our bikes and quickly made it to the third bridge. This one was more touristy, so we had to settle for some more glam shots of our bikes. The rest of the ride was perfect, with great roads, spectacular scenery and no Subaru's clogging the roads at 5 MPH below the speed limit. Two and half hours later we arrived back at my place, yanked our gear off and parked on the back patio with a couple cans of a great local IPA.

I suggested we both grab a quick shower to freshen up and I could start the burgers I had prepped earlier in the day. Jim went first and changed into some gym shorts he had brought along. I followed along and make a mental note to move up the timeline of the bathroom renovation for a bigger shower.

Back on the patio I fired up the grill and as it was warming up, I took the opportunity to start stroking Jim's cock through his shorts, he began to return the favor.

"Thanks for the great ride today, I have never really explored this section of the state."

"No problem but I do believe you initiated some nice head earlier, you know this will result is prolonged edging session"

"Well, being we are both in our 60's might as well prolong it, the days of multiple orgasms are but a memory."

I had to agree with him, but lustful desire remained.

We finished up the burgers and salad and relaxed again with a couple more beers. This time I took the initiative and dropped down in front of where Jim was sitting and started tugging at his shorts. He hitched up to accommodate and soon his prick was free. I wasted no time beginning to stroke him hard and he wasted no time in getting hard.

I quickly began sucking him and fondling his ball sack. Warm summer days straddling a bike seat is a blessing for ball sacs. The hot weather releases all tension causing the skin to just melt into a soft supple texture. Jim has a nice set of balls which were contained in an expansive pouch, just rolling around begging to be fondled. I was having fun sucking and stroking him and watching his nuts move freely on their own.

The only draw back was, hair, yup Jim was furry guy.

Being we had the evening to kill I broached the subject, "Hey, could I give you hair cut to smooth things up down here?"

Jim stammered a bit saying he was not into being bald, and I assured him that I would like to trim him up like I kept myself. About 3/4" of bush on top, but smooth on the shaft and sack. For emphasis I put his cock back in my mouth for a couple good sucks then licked his shaft up and down settling on his hairy balls. I purposely latched onto a sac pub with my teeth and plucked it out.

He cuffed my head, mentioned some unkind words about my mother's genealogy, and me being a fucking cocksucker. And with that the barber shop was open for business.

I quickly retrieved my trimmer, razer and pan of nice hot water and a bottle of cold water. Just stand at parade rest in front of me I ordered. First came the trimmer, to buzz down the brush at the top of his dick. I also neatened up the sides and inner thighs. I then had Jim sit up on the picnic table so I could have better access. Next came the soap and water to sudz things up. After all an erect cock is so much easier to shave. I started with the underside of his shaft then work my way around the outer edges of the scrotum to just where is joins the leg area. Then it's just a matter of pulling the sac taught and gentle swipes to clean off any remaining pubs. In just under 5 minutes, I had me a nice silky-smooth cock and sac to play with. I also did a full rinse of the soap with the cold water. I reminded him that he was due some payback for the partial BJ under the bridge.

For the final inspection of my work, I started with a tongue bath as base of his sac and worked my way up the underside of his cock to the tip. His hairless sac was a work of art, and a joy to suck on. I paid special attention to each nut, just gently holding his cock straight up gently sucking them in. After about 5 minutes I could sense his prick was starting to do that strained "Touch me please" dance. As I returned my focus to his shaft and watch the beginnings of his pre-cum began seeping out the end. I just savored the sight of it slowly dripping down the side and used a finger to capture it and smear it all around his head. This set off some more involuntary cock dancing, followed by more pre-cum, followed by more licks, strokes and me sucking.

By now I was the one getting restless for Jim's release, (ok so I'm a cum slut.) I continued again and again bringing him to edge with his cock violently straining for just the right sequence of sensations to explode. Jim was moaning and finally begged me to just finish him. Being just as ready to receive I took three more strokes making sure my thumb hit the magic spot, stuffed his prick in my mouth, wrapped my lips around the head, sucked hard and swirled my tongue up and around. Jim, apparently fearing I would back off, reached down, and grabbed my head holding me in place and bucked his hips up. His explosion was spectacular, and I quickly felt his powerful jets filling my mouth full of cum. I just let his cock rest in my mouth as I savored the taste and texture of his cum. He continued to twitch with aftershocks for what seemed like a few more minutes. Eventually letting go of my head I released his cock and licked up any remaining dribbles. Apparently, I did a good job because Jim was flat on his back heaving to catch his breath. (For the life of me I fail to understand why people do not enjoy giving head.)

We eventually made eye contact "So was it good for you?" I quipped. We both cracked up.

"Want another beer?" I asked.

He chuckled said "Yes, and a liter of pure oxygen please."

I returned with a couple more cold ones and we sat back in Adirondack chairs and enjoyed the view of the woods and stillness. Jim was equally in refractory mode staring blankly with a slight grin. I couldn't help but fuck with him, as I was not the one that just came.

"So, what do you think of rhododendron blossoms this year? Weren't they lovely? I am so looking forward to some fresh Rhubarb. And do you think I should go shopping for more shirts soon?"

Jim just glared then retorted, "Ya know what is better that a great blowjob? Being able to savor the aftereffects without all the damn yakking. FUCK, this is the best part of man-on-man sex, ya supposed to shut up after! Jesus H. Crist you sucked my brains out and now you want a conversation!"

We were both roaring with laughter. I couldn't help but quip, "Yes pussy is great, but it does come at a cost." The banter continued for a while then Jim suggested we move to a couch or bed. I had to agree, and we retired to my living room.

Jim wasted no time removing my shorts and began playing and sucking me. As he was licking my balls he did mention that yes, a shaved crotch is more fun to play with. He had his own unique style for administering to my cock. His touch was light and lingering and mixed in with tip of his tongue brought about slow steady assault towards bliss. I settled back to enjoy the sensations as he did. Like me, he became lost in the wonderful art of giving head. Over the next 30 minutes or so he brought me to the edge and kept me there at least 3 times, finally allowing my release that was just as explosive as his.

As I came back down to earth, Jim was sitting next to me grinned and offered a bottle of water then began.

"So, when is our next ride? Do you think we should explore the North East Kingdom or head over to Ocean? The ocean is so nice this time of year. The smell of sea salt and we could get lobsters, maybe go Whale watching?"

About all I could muster was for him to "Shut up and go make me a 'samich."