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Polly And Speedy Lycra Cycling Shorts Lust free porn video
I always knew ever since I tried on my first pair of tights and leotard that I wanted to wear this outfit for another man, that I wanted to be with a man who wore tights and skintight Lycra and leotards. Whenever I saw a girl in tights, pantyhose, leggings, spandex and leotards all I could think was how good I would look and feel in them and how much I wanted to dress this way for another man, how much I wanted to see another man dressed like this for me, not caring if they were fat or slim, gay, straight, married or older than me. I wanted to be in another man’s arms when I dressed like this. There was only so many times I could watch squatting American footballers on TV and spunk myself stupid before I wanted the real thing. There were only so many erotic stories or trannie porn films I could watch before I could truly relate to the thrill of wearing wigs, tight skirts, boots and pantyhose for men, fetishests and crossdressers. In a way the less convincing the crossdresser looked the more I yearned for them.
I met my first proper boyfriend who shared my fetish for Lycra and tights while I was still at Uni. He was an older work colleague of my friend, Kev. His nickname was Speedy. I fancied him from the first moment I met him on night at Kevs. He had a nice athletic build, small blue eyes and a sexy little smirk which he always seemed to be throwing my way when I was being a bit silly. Kev said while he was a drinking buddy he found him a bit boring because he always droned on and on about cycling but I didn’t care because I loved looking at and listening to him. One occasion after going on about where he cycled and bike parts I expressed an interest in going cycling only because I’d get a chance to see him in his gear, which he also told us about. We arranged a time but Kev sai he had double shifts and anyway he wasn’t into it. Speedy arranged to meet me near the entrance to the country park. The day after I was so excited and went out to buy a pair of black Lycra shorts in anticipation. I tried them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were really smooth and skintight. When the day arrived I almost didn’t wear them because I was embarrassed but the more I thought even if Speedy didn’t fancy me, at least I knew he would be able to get a good look at my arse.
When I turned up at the gate I couldn’t believe how hot he looked. He wore a silky tight cycling shirt and shiny blue professional cycling shorts. He laughed when I arrived. I went red. Was it my shorts or my bike? ‘I know my bike’s not as good as yours…’ I began.
‘It’s your shorts…your arse is going to hurt in them!’
‘But cyclists wear Lycra shorts,’ I said naively.
‘They do but look…’ He basically showed me his arse and how the padded area encased his arse. God it gave his arse more definition and how it fucking shone in the light.
‘Your shorts are fine for the gym, or dancing but when your arse hurts…are you wearing anything under them?’
I blushed. ‘I thought,’ I said.
Speedy laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I have a proper pair…they’re too small for me.’
‘But they look okay, my shorts look okay, don’t they?’
‘Relax they look fine,’ he smiled.
Speedy led the way and I couldn’t keep his eyes of his arse in his Lycra, how the sunlight hit the fabric, how his cheeks swayed in rhythm. Occasionally he would turn around and give me his sexy smile. We cycled for ages and I felt so lucky. I’d fallen for him. During one water break we talked more about our interests. We were into the same music and both slagged off Kev’s taste in rock music. In fact we kind of agreed that we found Kev a bit boring and a bit big-headed. Speedy laughed when I made jokes about Kev’s taste in girls, making in quite clear in not so many words that I found girls a little odd. I asked if he was married or with anyone. Then he said he was gay but didn’t have anyone. I smiled and said how I reckoned it wouldn’t be long before he found someone. ‘I hope,’ he smirked. I felt myself go red again. We had a water break a couple of times before we made our way back. ‘I enjoyed that,’ I panted.
‘Me too,’ he grinned. ‘We’ll do it again. There’s this other place I usually ride to.’ As I pushed off I turned and could see him watching me and smiling. I beamed back at him. When I got in I straddled the arm of the chair in my bedroom and ground my Lycra crotch into the arm rest as I called out Speedy’s name until I came. ‘Speedy, I love you Speedy, I want you, in Lycra, in Lycra and tights!’
The next time he called me and said we could go out for a drive. I asked if he’d invited Kev. He said he hadn’t and asked if I was glad, I said yes. He said he’d brought me the Lycra cycling shorts and if I wanted I could try them on at his, to make sure they were a good size. I told him what great idea it was. He beeped the horn of his car when he arrived in the square where I lived, I threw open the curtains and smiled widely as I waved to him. I ran out to the car and jumped in. We spun off and he drove me around as we talked about things. At one point as we were parked up before going into his house the car radio was playing that old cheesy song ‘Jeans On’. To make Speedy laugh I changed the lyrics from Jeans to Tights and sang over it as I looked at him. As the song faded out he turned off the radio while I was still smiling and singing ‘I put my tights on, I put my tights on…’ We looked at each other and he took my head in his hands and we kissed. Oh my god! We kissed. Kissing a man, a real man, in his car, feeling his mouth on mine, knowing and feeling his masculine jaw, in rhythm with mine, the hint of his very fine stubble…I was rock hard in seconds. We kissed like this for twenty minutes. I had to stop myself from saying how much I loved him. We paused and he said ‘This is better than hanging around with Kev!’
‘Oh fuck Kev, he’s such a boring, dull bastard,’ I smiled, which prompted another furious kissing session which this time lasted thirty minutes. He broke away while I was still panting and said we could go inside, maybe I wanted to try on the cycling shorts. I said only if he would put his pair on.
‘You’re into Lycra?’ he half-joked.
‘Like you wouldn’t believe,’ I said as I stepped into his house.
Speedy smiled as he handed me a pair of electric blue cycling shorts with reinf***ed padding. He went into the bathroom to change as I squeezed into the shimmery fabric in the living room. I grinned dopily as I ran my hands down my side and checked out my sexy arse. ‘Oh my fucking god, these are amazing!’ Just then my lover emerged in his skintight black lycra cycling shorts. His eyes lit up when he saw me proudly admiring myself. We exchanged a dirty glance as he came towards me, put our hands on our arses and kissed passionately. In my head I thought ‘I’m kissing a man, I’m kissing a man! Ooh…and I like it!’ We moved to the sofa and I sat on his lap while he stroked the padded panel of my arse, smoothing and caressing me. ‘I love Lycra, I love Lycra so much, Speedy,’ I panted. We kissed more. Speedy broke off and said, ‘You look amazing.’ He stroked my cheek and smiled. In between pecks I said ‘Lycra, Lycra, Lycra!’ Speedy threw me on my back, got on top of me and ground his body and crotch against mine. I thought I was going to come! His cock felt soooo big and hard through his shorts as he grinded against me. He huffed and pumped me as I gripped his arse, running my hands all over the tight and shiny material. We looked into each others eyes.
‘Oh Speedy, you’re the best, yes! Oh shit, this is sooo fucking good. Harder, harder! We’re humping in our cycling shorts!’ Speedy pumped me like this for ages until he asked me to turn over and then he humped my arse.
‘Ooh, you naughty naugh-ty boy!’ I cooed, like the sissy slut I always dreamed to be. ‘Tell me you love Lycra as much as me, say it!’
‘I love Lycra, I’m obsessed with Lycra,’ he breathed in my ear. ‘Lycra, Lycra, Lycra!’
‘Lycra, Lycra, Lycra!’ we shouted simultaneously as he humped me faster.
Speedy climbed off me, lay back and said ‘Sit on my face. It’s the one thing I’ve always wanted since we met.’ I grinned to myself and I slowly lowered my incandesecent blue padded arse on his face and pressed the skintight padded panel on his nose. Oh my! Not only was I wearing Lycra for another man but I was now sitting on his face and what’s more, he was now sniffing and gobbling at the tight material encasing my shapely arse! I was so turned on by now that even if he wanted me to fart I would sincerely hope that I could blast a tight stinky one up his nose! I bobbed lightly as he pushed his nose as far as my tight fabric would allow him, hoping, dreaming, that he could really get his nose right up my arsehole! I noticed his big, hard cock glistening through his black Lycra shorts and I wanted it! Oh my, I wanted it in my mouth! I leant over and took the shiny shaft in my mouth. Nothing could stop me now! I was sucking Speedy’s cock! I wanted his cock. Cock! Hard cock! I was doing what I always wanted, sucking his fucking hard cock! I love cock, I love cock in Lycra! Oh how I love cock, I love Speedy’s cock, in skintight Lycra! In my mouth! Meanwhile Speedy was nose fucking me! If anyone would have walked in at that moment they would have heard the loud, deep sniffing noises.
He asked me to stand up and put my hands against the table and part my legs slightly so he could frantically dry hump me. His lycra encased hips slammed hard against my shimmering buttocks. We were getting close. I looked over my shoulder at his tight determined expression, grinned and said ‘I’ll do anything for you, my darling!’ Speedy breathed deeply, whipped out his hard cock and piped his cream all over the seat of my glimmering arse, as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum inside the tight crotch of my cycling shorts. We were out of breath as he slowly eased me around and asked if I wanted to look at the damp seat of my cycling shorts in the mirror. The stain was dark and immense. What hadn’t seeped through was still dripping down my shorts and running down my legs. ‘Next time,’ I sighed, ‘I want that cream down my throat or up my arse,’ I smiled, stepping carefully out of my damp cycling shorts.
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