#Male cyclist

[thedeadathlete]

[thb671]

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[winnter-xia]

[spndxjck2]

[bigdumbjock]

Speed racers

[hairychestloversblog]

When the cyclist stops you for directions 🥵

[thedeadathlete]

[athletictaipan]

[thb671]

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[spndxjck2]

[bigdumbjock]

[sorcerer-felix]

The Sport Shorts

@samstud9 asked:

Can you do a cool story with AI and this stud coming through the door in tight compression?

Felix stood at the window, the morning sun casting a warm glow on his face. He adjusted his crisp white t-shirt,  straightening his back, ready for some sport in the fresh air. Beyond the glass, the vibrant green park beckoned, a tempting sight for any outdoor enthusiast. Just as he admired the lush scenery, his friend Marco arrived, his sporty frame filling the doorway.

"Hey, Felix! Ready to hit the gym?" Marco's voice boomed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Felix turned with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Marco, my friend. Another beautiful day, and you want to spend it lifting weights? The great outdoors awaits! How about a game of tennis? Or a run through the park?"

Marco shook his head, his expression resolute. "No way, buddy. Leg day can't be skipped! Besides, who wants to get all sweaty and dirty outside when we can crush some reps in a nice, air-conditioned gym?" "But the fresh air, the freedom of the open road—" Felix began, his plea cut short by Marco's insistence. "Nope. Gym. Now. Let's go!" As Marco headed towards the bathroom, his steps echoing through the house, Felix sighed. He knew this argument was futile; Marco was a gym rat through and through. With a resigned chuckle, he waited, wondering why Marco was taking so long. "Everything alright in there?" Felix called out, his voice carrying a hint of concern. The bathroom door opened, and Marco stepped into the hallway, a sight that made Felix's jaw drop. Gone was the slightly built, average-looking guy he knew. Instead, a buff, broad-shouldered hunk filled the space, clad only in tight compression shorts.

Felix's eyes widened, taking in the bulging muscles and the confident stride of this new Marco. With a grin that threatened to split his face, Marco announced, "Check it out, Felix! I found this magic gym shorts in your drawer. I guess now you need to go with me to the gym as it is actually your fault that I’m a gymshark now!” Felix raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You see, my dear Marco," Felix began, his voice laced with amusement, "It's not my fault you decided to rummage through my drawers and put on those shorts without my consent. And might I add, those aren't gym shorts. They are, in fact, cycling shorts, and your sudden muscle growth was merely a temporary phase in the magical transformation process." Marco looked utterly confused. "What do you mean, Felix? I don't understand." His voice held a hint of panic as he tried to make sense of the situation.

As if on cue, the shorts began to emit a soft blue glow, and Marco's body underwent another astonishing change. His muscles, once bulging, deflated gracefully, as if the air had been gently released from a balloon. In mere moments, he stood before Felix as a slender, athletic cyclist, clad in a sleek full-body suit. "Ah, now we're talking," Felix said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Shall we embark on a cycling adventure? The great outdoors awaits us, my friend."

Marco, still processing the rapid transformation, shook his head, his voice laced with determination. "No, I must reverse this! I need my muscles back. Cycling... it's just not my thing. I mean, look at this outfit, it's so..." His voice trailed off as he became acutely aware of a peculiar sensation. A throbbing sensation emanated from his crotch, causing Marco to shift uncomfortably. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight of his now fully erect member, straining against the Lycra fabric. The cycling suit, designed for aerodynamics, left little to the imagination, and Marco's arousal was on full display.

"Oh, it seems you've discovered a newfound passion," Felix remarked, his voice laced with amusement. "Who knew cycling could be such a turn-on?" Marco's protestations faded into a low moan as he adjusted his position, trying in vain to conceal his burgeoning excitement. His body, once focused on pumping iron, now craved the rush of wind against his skin and the rhythm of the pedals. "Let's... go... for a ride," Marco moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please, Felix, I need to feel the wind, the speed... Cycling makes me... so... horny!" Felix laughed, a light, musical sound that filled the room. "As you wish, my friend. I'll just change into something more suitable." He disappeared momentarily, returning in a crisp white cycling suit, his lean body mirroring Marco's newfound athleticism.

They ventured out, their bikes glistening in the sunlight. Felix, a picture of elegance, pedaled with effortless grace, while Marco, still adjusting to his new form, struggled to keep up. The wind whispered through their hair, the sound of tires on asphalt creating a rhythmic melody. As they cycled, Marco's initial discomfort transformed into pure pleasure. The sensation of the lycra against his skin, the breeze caressing his body, and the rhythmic motion of the ride sent shivers down his spine. His cock, still erect, throbbed in time with his heartbeat, the tight confines of the suit only adding to his arousal. They rode for miles, the countryside unfolding before them in a blur of green fields and golden sunlight. Felix, content with the day's events, smiled to himself, relishing the sight of his friend's newfound passion. And Marco, his face flushed and body glistening with sweat, pedaled on, his moans of pleasure carrying on the wind, a testament to the magical transformation that had taken place.

[thedeadathlete]

[wouteke]

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[spndxjck2]

[bigdumbjock]

Cycle jocks