I have always told myself to keep special friends very separate from my ‘real world’ having been burned a bit in the past. I certainly never expected anything to go on with a friend I had known for years now. We were not close pals, but knew each other through mutual friends. When lockdown began it turned out that we messaged each other a fair bit, both being local we kept informed about the local area and like everyone, what shops were open and what the queues were like, mostly humdrum stuff. Then after a couple of weeks we passed each other on our bikes, stopped for a quick chat and then agreed that we should start cycling out at the same time. Still I thought nothing of it as we chatted and cycled across the next weeks, but I did get on well with him which was no surprise really, we are both decent people, but I do not normally hang out with people younger than me like this, he is 31 to my 46. My mind started to change when I picked up on themes of his conversation, mostly about being trapped at home, was even worse than usual, no time alone, his frigid wife. I sympathised but I was not much better off looking after some family at the same time. As we cycled more he complimented me on how I was doing, our distance was about the same, but over the course of a few weeks we had taken nearly ten minutes of the time. I feel naive but again thought nothing more of it even when he suggested that on our next ride, we should allow more time and he would take us on a different route. And he sent me some links for some ‘proper’ bike gear, which he had been winding me up about since we started all this. That Friday I was dressed and ready, feeling daft in tight lycra, but to be fair I was also pleased that I did not look as old man-ish as I thought I would as I looked at myself in the mirror. I met Jon at the usual spot and he joked how that seeing as the lockdown rules were relaxing we technically could get away with hanging out at our house, but the point was to be able to get out an about. He said it was good to have a nice connection, that he had missed over the last few weeks. After that he barely spoke let alone acknowledge my outfit and I felt really stupid. We rode off and I just followed, worried a bit at how far we were going and how would I make it back, but he seemed to sense this and managed our pace accordingly. I kept my eyes up and soon caught on where we were headed, the canal path was nearby and we followed it for about a mile, until we reached a bushy path to our right. It was overgrown and I got a couple of branches smacking past my head. When we finally stopped he was all smiles, we were in a very quiet spot, that looked out across the now deserted golf course. He told me it was remarkably busy in the day, but this time of the evening no one was around. I dropped my bike and gulped some water and he leisurely sipped from his bottle. I was uncomfortable and jostled my legs around trying shift things about. I caught him watching and we laughed and then he looked down once more, “are you wearing underwear?” “Of course,” came my obvious reply and he laughed. “No wonder you are wiggling!” And then he said the words that instantly turned me on, but I think I managed to hide it. “If I were you, I would take them off,” he looked me in the eye but let out more laughter which I found relaxing when I should have been more annoyed at this revelation. On some kind of reflex I found myself looking at his shorts, looking fro a seem, but I could not see any, the only thing I did clock was the frame of his cock. “Are you telling me, you are not wearing any?” He smiled and shrugged. “You tell me?” “I can’t tell,” I said, pretending to look in earnest and he pointed out that I would not, not from that distance. We both feel silent and I could see in his eyes that he felt desire like I did and the pieces fell together in my mind, the complaints about his wife, the compliments. “Maybe I will take them off, then” and I looked at him, “Would you like that?” He nodded and he flinched as I moved towards him and I laughed, “You think I meant mine?” And we both cracked up as I grabbed him and we were suddenly scuffling, pulling at each other, wrestling. It was no surprise that he pinned me with ease then quickly released and we played it out again. On the third time that I ended up on the floor I laughed through heavy breaths, “You win, you win!” He was stood over me and he was cupping his crotch, clearly holding a handful. He stood stock still and so I decided to lead him, “What will you claim as your prize?” As I lay there I rubbed my own crotch and as he stayed silent I slowly rose up (which felt like a real effort) and kept looking right at him as I shuffled forward and reached to his thighs gently pulling on his shorts. I heard birds and his breathing as I slipped them further down watching, and looking at his eyes too, as his neat pubes were revealed then the base of shaft until at last his cock sprung free. It was as impressive out in the open as it had looked in his shorts and I extended my neck so I could lick it. It was clammy and we were both so sweaty, but I was so into it, lockdown had felt like an age and a half suddenly and this was my release. It was so satisfying to have my lips round it and so sexy how quickly his tip filled my mouth. I felt clumsy and out of practice and had slow down very quickly as I nearly gagged when he pressed on the back of my throat. Working up some saliva I let him get deeper once more and this time felt his thick cock slip further. I loved how he reacted to the sensation, moaning out loud.We nearly lost our balance a couple fo times and so after a while he crouched down then sat, laying back. I bent over, sucking him eagerly letting his breathing guide me as I could tell I was getting him nearer and nearer. When he suddenly grabbed my shoulder I knew that I had gone too far and while I was horny to try his come, I did not want this to be over so soon. His hips bounced slight on the ground as he jacked his cock into my mouth, the rock har tip suiting lube ahead of it as he pushed in deep. I gagged on his cock and come this time and cough-spluttered it out, but regained my composure to get my mouth back on him and suck the rest of his load. I was so horny, I straightened up where I was and pushed my shorts (and boxers!!) down, my cock looked small after his, I wrapped my hand around my slim six inches and tugged, tasting the come on my lips and around my gums, savouring the cool evening breeze. Lost in the moment I let my eyes squeeze open expecting to see him dressed an leaving, but instead he simply lay there, my eyes trailed his body and his hand was slowly pulling on his cock, still rock hard. I licked my lips. “What do you want to do with that?” I said, but my voice cracked to a dry whisper. In response he sprung up, facing me and rubbing our cocks together in one hand, I admit I nearly came, but he stopped just in time. He was still not good with his words and looked around my body as his hands rubbed over me, caressed me until he was more at my side with his hand on my lower back then as I let out a long breath, on the top of my bum cheeks. “I wish I had a condom,” he said sexily in to my ear. “What do you need that for,” I replied all to quickly and he paused a moment, “Because I would f-“ but I cut him off wrapping my hand around his meaty dick, “You won’t need one,” I teased, “But you will need lube!” I figured this would be the show stopper, but he reached across to his discard bum-bag and opened it revealing a small tube of moisturiser. It only occurred to me later how quickly he produced this and I love recalling how turned on he was. I motions him to lay back ask as he settled he tugged on his cock, rubbing cream all over it. I sat down on his tummy, feel his tip nudge my back and his hands, they felt dos good as they rubbed an explored me, pulling my tight top free at last as well. When his hands reached round my back I arched my back out and helped his finger tips find my hole. It was heavenly to b retouched like this, but I wanted more. I put my arms behind and pints his dick to me, then slid back so his tip kissed my hole and as his hand slipped free of me I eased back some more and he popped in and then slid into me. I cried out, it had been a while since I had something this big in me, but I loved it too. I rock back and forth softly as I adjusted to having him in me and then slowly rose up and then down as I slowly screwed him. It was no long at all that I felt my urges rise in me and I started to pull on my limp cock. On cue my hard on quickly returned to full mast and I felt my hole clenching on him as I got ready to come. To my absolute delight he started to engage as well and I lifted up off my knees a little and he fucked his hips under me. Putting a hand on his chest for balance I encouraged him as I tugged, “Yes, yes, fuck me, do it.” He swelled s big and I was so slutty I sat full on him grinding him the rest oaf the way as he still bucked his hips, pushing his cock deep inside me. As he grunted and groaned so did I and his first squirt arrived just before mine. As he flooded my insides, I flooded his chest as we moaned out our orgasms, not stopping until we were both spent and I fell off him to the dusty floor beside him. It was about ten minutes before we moved and when we did it was because his phone was sounding off. I lay there listening to him lie to his wife about how he had got a puncture and it was just about done and ready to get home. While he talked I pushed my shorts off and removed my boxers, pulling the high lycra back into place. We rode back in relative silence which was made worse for me with the damp that seeped from me as I rode. I was really sore by the time I got home, but very happy with how the evening had gone.