Fit Gay Cyclists Strip Down for Raw Bareback Fuck After Long Ride

Sixty miles on the road builds up a very specific kind of tension, and these two competitive cyclists have been riding each other’s wheels — and each other’s nerves — for the entire route. They burst through the apartment door still clipped into their cycling shoes, sweat-soaked jerseys clinging to their carved physiques. Helmets and sunglasses clatter to the floor as they grab each other aggressively, channeling all that competitive energy into a kiss that is more war than romance. The spandex comes off in pieces — jerseys peeled overhead to reveal tan lines across sculpted shoulders, bib shorts wrestled down over muscular quads and diamond-cut calves. Both men are rock hard from the adrenaline, their cyclist bodies lean and vascular, every muscle visible beneath paper-thin skin. The top shoves his riding partner against the wall and eats his ass while they are both still wearing their cycling socks, his tongue working as hard as his legs did on the climbs. Then he stands, spits on his raw cock, and drives into that tight hole with the same explosive power he uses for sprint finishes. The bottom braces against the wall as he gets railed from behind, his own thick cock bouncing with every thrust. They move to the bed where the bottom rides reverse cowboy, his powerful quads pumping up and down while the top grips his narrow waist. Two massive loads later, both cyclists agree this is the best cool-down routine ever invented.