It was a Saturday morning and I had been really looking forward to take a long ride with my bike. I woke up around eight and the temperature was already around 20C. I took a quick look in my wardrobe just to find out that my cyclingshorts and jersey was in the laundrybasket. Suddenly I remembered that I bought a skinsuit on a sale a couple of week earlier. I had only tried it on in the shop and at home, never used it in public. To be real honest I'm the more discreet type of person so just the thought of using a skinsuit in "public" scared me. I had not worn one since I did some timetrialing some years ago. Even then I felt strange since my dick by some reason always got stiff in such clothing. But it was cheap.

Out on the street I felt aroused, almost naked, but it was early and the town was almost empty. Suddenly I felt my friend in the lower regions growing stiff. First I tried to hide it, but have any of you tried to hide a hard-on in a skinsuit? I just pedalled on, feeling really great.

After about one hour I began to feel hungry and noticed that my usual rear pockets on the jersey wasn't there. Neither my two Mars. A drawback. Instead I stopped at an ARAL some kilometres later. I parked my bike so I could see it, took the money out of my saddlebag and went in. Suddenly I felt it again. My friend was growing, upwards and almost out of the lycra. I rushed to the shelf where the chocolates were, pretending to have difficulties in choosing. The girl behind the desk looked at me and could tell that my starring at the chocolate wasn't a normal behaviour. What the hell! I thought and took two Mars and went to the desk to pay. There I stood in front of her with the chocolate, a red face and a huge erection and when I looked down to hand over her the money I saw there was a big wet spot on the yellow lycra fabric. She just smiled and handed me the change.

Feeling even more embarrassed I went out and trying to forget about the situation, I put my things in the saddlebag and decided to take a break a bit down the road where I knew there was some benches and a table and a nice view. Back on my bike I felt more comfortable again. I leaned forward as much as I could and road on. As I rode on I could feel the wet spot become bigger and wetter. I must say that the whole situation was so strange and so arousing that I almost exploded, in my head the feelings and thoughts spinned around and I had to take some real deep breaths to not to come. After a kilometre or so my friend went back to sleep and after additional couple of kilometres I turned in to the pick-nick place. I was really hungry now. I sat down on a bench and enjoyed the view and chocolate. When I was to go back to my bike to get my waterbottle I saw some other cyclists coming on the road. I went back and sat down to enjoy the view of them passing by. When they were to pass by they suddenly braked and turned in to the parkingplace. It was two guys and a girl in the late twenties, around the same age as I. I looked at them and one of the guys looked at me and said "-Hi. " I replied with the same word. Quite delightful I noticed that I wasn't alone on the road today wearing a skinsuit. All three of them were dressed in identical bright ambercoloured skinsuits with black sidepanels. The name of some unknown team was printed on them. He asked me if they could sit down at the table. "-Uh, yes, of course" I said a bit mumbling with my head full of the pictures of their lycra covered bodies. I was fascinated about the fact that I could see so much. The bright fabric revealled a lot. I could tell that the extremely well shaped girl was wearing some kind of sports-bra and a ring in her navel. The guy who spoke to me was about 1.85m and really fit , his nipples and dick was clearly visible through the suit. The suit also had a small wet spot exactly over his dick. I could even see that he had pulled back his foreskin. I pretended not to see it. The second guy was a bit chubbier and a bit shorter and had an over average bulge in the suit.

They sat down and he started to speak again; "-I'm Peter by the way and this is Udo and Anne". "-I'm Stephan" I said. "-Do you belong to the same club or ?" I continued, nodding at their dresses. "-Yes, it's not a big club, only seven members so it's possible you haven't seen us before"

"-No, I haven't. Do you come from Dortmund?"

"-Yes, and as I recall you do to, I think I have seed you at some local races?"

"-Yes, I do" surprised that someone remembered me since I'm not a member of any local cyclingclub. The club I belong to is from another town. The four of us spoke about races that we been participating in, bikes, roads and tours. I thanked my lucky star that we were sitting at a table because my friend now was in the same situation as outside the ARAL, extreme stiff and juicy. After about fifteen minutes or so we decided that I should join their trip to a small village some 15km up north. My plan was to sit at the bench as long as I could, and there after take very quick steps to my bike but this was not to come. Instead Peter asked me if I could help him with adjusting the rear derailliur of his bike. Ofcourse I had to say yes and on stumbling legs I walked over to him. Now he was looking at my hard, juicy penis. A big smile came over his face as he said -oh, not bad, maybe it is because of the lycra? That he was into it was now obvious, his dick now measured about 20cm and the small wet spot wasn't small anymore. The other guy, Udo, stood some metres away looking at us as he started caress his dick trough the suit, it was pointing straight up, ending some centimetres over his bellybutton. I had never experienced such a situation in my life before. As I didn't now what to do I went to my bike and pulled out a little screwdriver to adjust Peters rear deralliur. As I was to open my saddlebag I could feel Peter sneak up behind me, started to gentle touch my hips as he said if I felt uncomfortable with the situation, I should just tell him so. I said nothing, just closed my eyes. I could feel his gentle hands over my chest and it took not long before he stroked my hard-on trough the thin fabric. I started to moan with pleasure, could also hear his breath become heavier. As I felt his cock leaning against my back I stretched my right hand back and took a grip around his stiff friend and started to stroke it gentle. There I stood at a parkingplace, with closed eyes, being jerked of by another guy, and I was jerking him! And I loved it! Not before long we both came in our suits.

Afterwards I could see that Udo and Anne had both pulled down the tops of their suits and had theirs on the table. Suddenly we all started to laugh. There I stood with a spermdrenched skinsuit, as it was the most natural thing in the world. I asked them if we still was to ride to the nearby village as I pointed at my juicy belly. Peter told me that I should not worry, they had their clubhouse on the way and that they would be happy to lend me another skinsuit. As we jumped on our bikes, Anne asked if I would like to be their eighth member in their cyclingclub, a cyclingclub secretly devoted just for lycra. Did a say yes?