A Fall Introduced Me To Him. And I Had A Nice Summer Affair Too.

As the saying goes, shit happens. I am a bike enthusiast and ride on weekends, mostly offroad. I went up into the mountains and came down at sunset. But shit happens and I took a nasty spill and broke my collar bone. I sat beside my bike for over an hour before a guy came by and stopped and helped me. He had to walk me back down to the car parking lot. He told me I was hurt and I needed to see a doctor and get an X Ray. We parted company and I thought that was the end of him.

I did go the doctor, a hurry up clinic in my neighborhood. The X Ray confirmed the broken collar bone and I was put in a sling and told to stay calm and quiet for the next six weeks. Of course it drove me crazy, I went back to the doctor's six weeks later and another X Ray confirmed I was healed enough to leave the sling behind, but I got the same advise, stay calm and quiet for another six weeks.

I don't know if it was loneliness or boredom. I found the piece of paper with the name and number of my rescuer and called him. We talked, I told him I had followed his directions, and he said I was probably OK to get a beer and we met at this outdoor beer and hamburger place where the bikers hung out. He had been biking and he looked sweaty and his tights clung to him and his bulge was perfect, not that I would notice something like that. I followed him to his place, a nice apartment in a nice controlled entry building, we sat on the veranda enjoying the evening breeze before I got down and gave him a blowjob. He did not mind it, at all. He let me enjoy myself and suggested that we go inside for a massage.

He has strong hands and he massaged me head to toe, spent a long time massaging my groin area, getting me into an erection, giving me the oral treatment before offering to get on with it. I lay back, and held him to me and lo and behold he was a master at work and I got a good fucking. We became friends and lovers for a while, until the winter months and we just faded away.

I know a lot about him, where he works, what he does, but I've kept it to myself. If I wanted to talk I could ruin him. He isn't a nobody like me. He's a somebody and I keep up with him and from time to time drop him a cutezy note and ask him what he's up to. If I hadn't taken a spill I would never have met him. So, in a way when I reach up and I hurt, I know why. It's all that work I did with my hand loving on him and his beautiful cock.