I did really well at school and at 6th form college and as promised dad bought me a Dawes Galaxy touring bike. We both loved cycling and had already built a fixed wheel fast tourer with no brakes. To stop the bike you just grabbed the wheel and tried not to go over the handlebars.
I was having no luck getting a job, I was either over educated or under experienced.
Dad was worried I would get in with the wrong crowd so he suggested I join the local cycle club which I did.
Back in the 70's cycle clubs hadn't really changed from the 50's. Mine was run like a military operation by the Chairman and Ride Captain, Ron.
Ron was ex military and a former sergeant major. He always wore a flat cap and sported a thin moustache. He was a solid man with strong arms and legs.
I went out on a couple of rides with them to see if I fitted in and I got on really well and managed to keep up with the group. I learnt all about the hierarchy, how you didn't overtake the ride captain etc.
Back in those days there was no Lycra and to be honest I don't think Ron would have allowed it. I hadn't been issued with my kit but it consisted of light weight tops, heavy weight jerseys and shorts with a real chamois liner made from either sheep or goat skin. There was lots of merino wool and gabardine.
After the second ride Ron asked me to come over to his house and his wife and club secretary would kit me out in all the gear.
I arrived promptly as Ron was a stickler for time keeping. Ron measured me up and his wife, Mary sorted out the kit.
I tried it all on and it fitted great. It wasn't skin tight like cycling kit today but it still left nothing to the imagination.
I'd already clocked that Ron was well endowed, I guess that's where his confidence came from.
Ron turned to me and said,
"Right we better sort out those hairy legs"
I smiled and asked if it really made a difference to amateur riders.
It was Mary, that piped up. She explained it was as much for safety reasons. Scrapes, cuts and more serious injuries were easier to deal with if you were not hairy. I listened and nodded in agreement.
Ron said he's put the kettle on for some hot water.
I said I was happy to shave my own legs but Mary piped up and said better to let Ron do it as he was experienced.
Ron called me into the kitchen where he had the stick of shaving cream and a big brush and to my horror a cut-throat razor.
Mary said she would leave us men to it and pop around and see her friend for a couple of hours.
Ron lathered up my legs and started shaving them. He was firm but gentle and didn't nick me once. I moved around so he could shave the fronts and the back.
"You're need to take those shorts off now young man", he said with a wry smile.
I hesitated, I'd never undressed in front of a man before apart from my dad.
"Come on", Ron said, "We are all men here".
I stood up and gingerly took of my cycling shorts. Ron stood in front of me watching and sort of nodded in appreciation when he saw my cock and balls. It was embarrassing because I was slightly aroused and of course Ron could see that.
He did the top of my thighs with the cut-throat. I must of looked scared as he told me not to worry as he would do the rest with his wife's little razor.
The razor was tiny but he said it had a new blade in it and he would be careful not to nick me.
He lathered up the brush and with me sitting on the kitchen table he told me to open my legs.
I felt so vulnerable in this position, the feeling really aroused me and then when the back of Ron's hand brushed against my balls I got a full erection.
Ron smiled and said, "That's quite impressive young man".
I was so embarrassed, Ron was very much a masculine man and here I was getting turned on by him.
By the time he finished shaving my cock and balls pre-cum was dripping from my little hole.
"Right that's done now for your ass crack", "Turn over and get on all fours with your ass in the air".
Oh my, I can't quite explain how this made me feel. It felt so naughty and far more exciting than anything I had done with my girlfriend.
Ron lathered up my ass with the brush, it tickled and both turned me on and made me tremble.
He really opened my ass cheeks wide and I could feel the razor against my rose bud.
When he'd finished he patted me down with a towel.
"Fuck I want to eat your asshole, do you mind young man"?
I was taken aback by Ron's request but before I had chance to say anything he buried his face between my ass cheeks and started feasting on my hole.
He was grunting and groaning like a man that hadn't eaten for weeks. I could feel his wet tongue against my rosebud probing my hole but I could also feel his rough stubble against my smooth skin.
He reached between my legs grabbing my cock and pulling it back between my ass cheeks.
I was in ecstasy, I never imagined or experienced anything like this before and I was loving it.
I just closed my eyes resting my head on the table my legs trembling with excitement.
Ron grabbed my thighs and motioned for me to get off the table.
I got down off the table and he said he wanted to fuck me. He bent me over the table with my legs apart and I complied willingly.
I heard him undue his zip and turned around to see a deliciously girthy looking cock.
He rubbed it up and down my ass crack, I rubbed my bum up and down it as if I'd been doing this for years.
He positioned his cock against my rose bud and started to push. I was a virgin of course and so tight, I'd never even fingered myself.
He got the shaving brush and lathered up my ass and slowly fingered me. I began top open up, first one finger then two.
"How many now", I asked.
Three came the reply.
"I want four", I replied and pushed back on his hand.
When he thought I was ready he tried again and this time he popped inside me. I started to cum straight away, with each thrust he pushed out some cum.
I'd never experienced anything like it before, it felt amazing and so much better than when I came inside a girl.
He started pounding me, quite hard, I could feel his balls slapping against me.
I started to worry about Mary catching us and asked when she would be back but Ron didn't answer, he just kept fucking me.
Then he let out a huge groan and flooded my ass with his cum. I was so wet by now but I felt sure I could feel it shoot inside me. He collapsed on top of me to catch his breath.
He passed me a tea-towel and told me to clean myself up. I reached around to feel my ass, it was sloppy and as wet as a woman's cunt.
We both sorted ourselves out just in time for Mary's return.
"Are you okay young man", she asked, "You look a bit flush".
That made me blush even more but I assured her I was fine.
I enjoyed my time with the club, we had some great 'rides'. To this day when ever I smell shaving foam I think of Ron
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