Skin Tight

Last week, my friend Will ended up giving me two birthday presents. And being the douche bag that I am… I re-gifted one of them pretty quickly.

It was the day of my birthday and I really didn’t have much partying planned until later in the night, so until then I planned on going for a bike ride with my good friend Will. We were doing an early morning, up with the worm, ride of about 100 kilometers and I was dying to get out there and ride. At the time neither him or I were officially “gay” though I had had some prior experiences… It would be a few hours before I found out that his tree twisted left.

It was around 7 in the morning. The sun was just starting to break through the trees and I awoke to the dancing rays of sunlight hitting my eyelids. I got up, threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went to the kitchen for a biscuit and jam. After eating, I got ready for my ride.

I stretched out on the living-room floor and flexed my leg muscles. I loved running my hands over my soft legs (Yes, cyclists tend to shave their legs). My legs were long and narrow, completely rippled and ready for the journey. I finished off with a few yoga stretches, loosening up my thin yet nicely toned body. I took a lot of pride in knowing I had virtually no excess fat in my system. It was all beautiful lean muscle.

Then I got dressed. I took off all my clothes and slipped into my tight lycra single-piece. It fit my body so well… well you would just have to see how well because I looked hot and Will would back that claim up in a few hours from now. I struggled briefly to even things out and adjust certain anatomical appendages within my skin-suit but quickly made a job of it and was nearly ready to go. My bike was laying in wait and I had my water-bottle and nutritional supplements packed into my aero-pockets.

I was waiting for Will to show up at my dads house in Manhattan. He was spending the night because of the plans we had lined up for my birthday celebration so he was going to drop off some luggage. It was the first time he had ever actually stayed at my house for longer than a couple hours. We would then leave for our ride and be going through a series of desolate roads and farm-land before finally ending up back at my house in the city.

It was about 5 minutes past 8 when he finally showed up looking sweet in his Vodafane cycling gear. Will was taller and more broad-shouldered than me but equally as fast on the fly. I had always liked him even without the chisseled and lean form and alluding attire; I’m always the one falling for personality over appearance.