(Story) Close encounters of the lycra kind

Someone held the door open for me. That’s how I got in. I wandered through the empty boathouse and up the stairs to the gym. It was pretty quiet, it must have been the last person out who held the door for me. I poked my head into the lads changing room. No-one here, just some gear. I went in and ran my hands over the stuff. A splash jacket and a lycra tee. Several pairs of wellies. Odd socks. Hmmm. Almost enough to kit me out. The jacket was a bit large for me though. I popped back out, checked for witnesses, and turned into the girls changing room, hoping to find something that would fit me better in there. Jackpot. Someone had left a whole stash of gear in a moldy looking hold-all. Lycra all-in-one in college colours. Splash jacket that fit beautifully. I shucked my trackies and hoodie quickly and kitted up. It was girls’ lycra so it didn’t quite fit right, but it was tight everywhere so it didn’t look bad. My cock stood up hard inside the lycra. I pulled the jacket over my head and went looking for a mirror. Fuck, I looked good. I almost had the body for this gear. My hand kneaded my hard cock through the thin lycra. Ah shit. Voices on the stairs. Raised voices, getting nearer. I grabbed my clothes and nipped into the showers to hide. “You fucking shitbag!” First voice was a girl. Angry. “I don’t understand what you want from me!” A guy. Angry and confused. “A bit of fucking respect, maybe!” The door to the changing room banged open, hard. My cock, meanwhile, wilted with fear. The shower was a big communal one, around a couple of corners from the changing area but not otherwise separated. “What have I bloody done now? Fucking tell me, would you?” The guy’s voice followed her into the changing room. “You’re so fucking condescending! It drives me bloody mad!” “What?” A little bit defensive now. “Just now, up by the petrol station, when you got that car to stop while I went by, you crossed the fucking line.” “I thought it was the right thing to do. Let you concentrate.” “Or maybe, you were so fucking bored waiting for me to catch up, you decided to humiliate and embarrass me in front of random strangers!” “Oh, that’s hardly fair...” A bit less defensive; more aggrieved. I started to take off the splash jacket as quietly as I could in my hiding place. It was made of crinkly material and it whispered loudly, so I tried to time my movements to the argument. “You just hate that I’m on the first eight and you’re not!” “You think I’m upset that women are naturally a bit weaker than men?” “What! What, you fucker! I’ll show you fucking weak!”Sounds of a scuffle. I had the jacket off by now, and my curiosity was getting dangerous. I slipped my trackies and hoodie on over the lycra and edged out to where I could see the main changing room in one of the mirrors. “Ah, ow! Fuck, that hurts!” The guy was squealing. “Are you sorry yet?” she was asking. I was greeted with a feast for my eyes when I got a look at them. She was a small, gorgeous, slim, mousy-brown haired lightly muscled, slightly tanned goddess. He was OK looking, but his face was screwed up in pain and he was mostly hidden underneath her. She had him pinned face down, kneeling on his butt and twisting his arm up and out. Both of them were wearing stunning shiny one-piece cycling outfits. Hers was a red-white-and-blue number and his was mostly a freakish banana yellow. “What do you want from me, you fucking psycho?” “An apology,” she said, and to punctuate it she reached down under him and twisted his nipple hard through his lycra. My eyes watered in sympathy. He screamed like a girl this time. “All right, all right, I’m sorry!” “What for?” “I’m sorry for embarrassing you!” “What else?” “Again?” “That’ll do, I s’pose.” Just like that, the fire was out and she was all smiles. She was lovely. I got hard again just looking at her in her fantastic skinsuit. I edged back towards the showers reluctantly, realising that they might both be less preoccupied and might notice me. “You going to take a shower?” he asked. I felt a surge of puke and fear in my guts. “Nah, I’ll do it at home,” she said. I almost collapsed with relief. I heard zips and rustles, then: “Woah, boy. Wave that thing somewhere else.” “Sorry. Love it when you get all butch, though.” A pause. “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” he said. “That’s all you get for now.” “You fucking tease!” But good-natured, not angry. “Don’t make me whup yo’ ass, boy.” “Shit, would you? It’s been too long...” “Maybe later.” Another pause. “Wooo!” From him. “Please?” “Nope.” “Oh shit, I’m going to go fucking nuts.” “Hey. Where’s my jacket?” Oh-oh. I started inching as close as I could to my previous vantage point without being seen. “Did you bring one?” “I brought it in my bag for coming back.” “Did you take it out?” “Don’t think so.” I carefully left the jacket on the floor just around the corner and retreated towards the shower. “Sure you brought it?” “Yes I’m fucking sure, you want me to break your arm to prove it?” “Woah, sorry, not what I meant at all, hon.” “Help me fucking look. Maybe I dropped it somewhere.” I could hear them coming closer. “This it?” he asked. I held in my sigh of relief. “Yeah. Where was it?” “Just round the corner.” “How’d it get over there? Stupid thing.” “Some fuckers have no respect. You missing anything else?” Shit, shit, shit, shut-up you fucking smartass pussy-whipped arrogant prick boyfriend. “Hmm. Yeah. All-in-one.” “What’d you bring that for?” “Just didn’t take it out of the bag from last time.”“We should be able to smell it from a mile away then. Ow!” “Just go look where you found the jacket.” “Yes, ma’am.” I could almost hear his crisp salute. And then he started to shuffle closer. This wasn’t going to go well. He rounded the corner, and saw me. There wasn’t really anywhere to hide. He was totally naked and his hard cock waved out in front of him. “Hello?” he said, curious, threatening almost. “Um, hi.” I croaked back. Trying to keep eye contact. “And what are you doing in the ladies changing room?” “Um, I might ask the same thing.” “Who are you talking to?” she shouted from the changing area. “Are you decent?” he shouted back. “Pretty much.” “Come back here then.” She showed up a moment later, baggy jeans and tight sleeveless top. Gorgeous. Me: rab- bit in the headlights. “Who’s this?” she asked. “Hi,” I said, buying a bit of time. “I don’t know,” he said. “Could it be a spy?” “For the last time, Mossad isn’t watching you and they don’t care what you did last summer.” I had to smile at that one. “A peeper?” he suggested. “Um,” I said. “It speaks!” she said. Fuck, looks and attitude, I was so in love it hurt. “Not a peeper,” I insisted. “What then?” he asked. “Do tell,” she said. Jesus. This had better sound good. “I was going for a slash,” I started. “In the ladies?” they both said at once. They exchanged a look, like they were trying to hide a smile.“Is this the ladies?” I asked with a quizzical smile. Hoping I didn’t overdo it. “I only figured that out after you got here. And then there didn’t seem to be, uh, the right moment to leave.” “Hum,” she said, eyes narrowing a little. Could be she didn’t believe me. Or maybe she was embarrassed realising I had at least heard everything. But she couldn’t call me on it. “Have you seen some lycra lying around?” “Sorry,” I shook my head. “I’ll just be going, then.” “What are you doing here this late, anyway?” she asked me. I was just walking past her, right up close, when she spoke. I took a step past and turned back to her. “I like it better when it’s quiet. I’m... a bit shy.” She gave me a penetrating look that made my heart thump hard. “What crew are you in?” “Oh, I just come here to use the gym.” The lies were coming easier now. I could feel little pricks of sweat on my forehead though and I had to force myself not to quiver. “Then, whose all-in-one are you wearing under there?” “Eh?” How could she possibly know? She must be bluffing. “Whose lycra are you wearing under your clothes?” she repeated herself in a much less friendly tone. I could see her man by the door, blocking off my escape route. “I’m... I’m not wearing anything under here,” I stammered. “Then show me.” “What?” “I hate repeating myself. Show me.” There was a dangerous edge in her voice that I hadn’t heard even when she was furious with her boyfriend. “No, I mean, I’m not wearing anything under here.” “Then show me nothing.” “Like I said, I’m shy. That’s why I come here late at night. I don’t want to show you.” “You’re a very good liar. But I’ve had a lot of lying worthless boyfriends.” I stuck to my guns. “I don’t want to show you because I saw you on top of your boyfriend and I came all over myself, all right?” I raised my voice a little at this. Her face reddened a little. But she had a little smile. Like she was flattered at the thought. “So that’s what that smell is.” I was off the hook. It had been close. “Let me make it up to you.”Then before I could react, she reached out and grabbed my dick through my trackies, and felt the resistance of the lycra underneath. Her friendly, slightly condescending smile turned to a grimace. She pulled up my hoodie to see her lycra underneath. My legs were jelly as long as she had her hand on my cock. Before I knew it I was face down on the ground in the same position as her boy had been, arm twisted out behind me. Her weight and her heat on me, combined with the searing pain in my arm, got my dick harder than ever. “You fucking love this, don’t you, you little pervert!” she yelled at me. “Don’t you!” I realised she expected some acknowledgement. “Yes,” I croaked, as neutrally as possible. “Get over here,” she said to her man. “He’s fucking getting off on this. What wouldn’t he like?” “Why are you asking me?” “Because I know you do too. So what don’t you like?” “Umm. He said he’s shy. Maybe we could use that?” “Like, leave him outside with no clothes?” “Yeah, or, take him somewhere with lots of people. And make him wear lycra.” There was a moment of silence. “I remember now why I keep you around,” she said. “So how do we do this?” he asked her. “He knows I can break his arm anytime I like. So he’ll do what I say. You got your spare suit with you?” “Yeah. You want him to wear it?” “Nah, I think the yellow’d suit him better.” “So are we going out again? Do we have another bike?” “We can borrow one of the club ones. If he damages it I’ll break his arm and make him pay.” For some reason it was exciting as hell to be talked about as if I wasn’t there. “Right you,” she said, addressing me finally in the same voice you might use on a bad dog, “get up.” And she got off me and let me lever myself off the ground. Her boyfriend left the room and I heard the door to the guys changing room creak open. “I really think this is just a big mistake,” I began, but she cut me off. “Never mind the bollocks, mate. You keep your mouth shut or I’ll hurt you.” I knew she would, so I did. “Now take it off.”I hesitated for a moment, searching her face for some sign of pity or indication that she wasn’t serious. I found none. So I complied. Slowly, I took off my hoodie and my trackies until I was standing there in front of her in her tight light blue lycra all-in-one suit. My cock was pointing up and to the side, held flat against my belly. She smiled, to herself I think. “Now take it off.” My face started to colour as I peeled the suit off. By the time I got it off I was flushed and pink everywhere and my cock was bouncing freely with my heartbeat. She handed me the yellow suit her boyfriend had been wearing. “Put this on.” It was shiny and smooth, padded in crotch, and still damp from his sweat. Even tighter than her rowing suit, it had short sleeves and a zip up the front. My cock was clearly, obscenely outlined by the stretchy material. She started taking off her clothes. My eyes bugged out of my head. She wasn’t bony or overly lean, just naturally slim. She dumped the bra that she didn’t really need, her breasts firm enough to support themselves. She slipped into her red-white-and-blue skinsuit, it looked like replica GB team kit. She watched me watching her, an amused sparkle in her eyes. She knew just what effect she had on me and she was using it to control me without even lifting a finger. She drew the zip up her front slowly, and I found myself on tiptoes by the time she finished, my every muscle straining, yearning for her. Her boyfriend came back in a plainer blue and black sleeveless skinsuit. His biceps bulged worryingly. If she could overpower me with superior technique alone, he could certainly do it through strength. He wasn’t a big lad --- his suit fit me fine --- but he was clearly in much better shape than me. He tossed me a pair of bike shoes. They were also yellow. I was going to look like such a prick. “Ready, boys?” she asked. “Oh yeah,” he said. I nodded my assent. I didn’t know quite where this was going but it didn’t look like I had a choice. She gave me a push in the right direction. She led the way downstairs, and I had plenty of time to check out her perfectly formed ass. I had to hold myself back from reaching out to touch it, I knew that would just lead to pain. Fortunately I could ride a bike, though I’d never had my saddle so high. It dug right in between my legs, making my erection uncomfortable but at the same time hardening it. I wobbled around a bit at first. They laughed at me. “Where to then?” he asked. “Down the market square, maybe,” she said, “see what the townies think of him.” Oh shit. They kept me going in the right direction by cycling very close to me. We rode around the square slowly a couple of times. I kept my eyes straight ahead. By the second time around people had noticed us and I could see heads swivel to follow us. Hopefully they were all looking at her and not at me. This was pretty late, after eleven. A lot of people were on their way home from the pub and many had stopped in the square to get a burger or chips. Soon we stopped a little way away from a crowd of people around a late night kebab van. “Get us some chips, would you mate?” she asked me. Oh fuck oh fuck. The van was in a pool of streetlight, in a crowd of young, drunk people. They couldn’t fail to notice my wood. “You can’t. I can’t. I can’t do this.” I was incoherent with the fear. “You will. Here’s a couple of quid, look.” She passed me a coin. “I can’t. I just can’t.” I started turning red and then the heaves came. I got off the bike and I was noisily sick on the ground. That got a few people’s attention. Thankfully my dick responded to my bodies need by softening, letting that blood flow back to where it was needed. “Get yourself a coke, maybe,” was his advice. Right then. I’d show these fuckers. I picked myself up and sized up the situation. A few people looking, but most not. There was a queue for fried stuff, but if I was only going for a can I could cut in, maybe. It seemed like being a prick in a banana-yellow lycra suit gave you amazing queue jumping abilities. People took a step back to stare. I was only moderately pink by the time I’d waded through the crowd, the redness offset by my earlier green. I completed the transac tion with a minimum of fuss, the guy behind the till having seen it all and then some. On my way back I had a little trouble though. There was a knot of rowdy lads blocking my way, they seemed immune to my banana-rays. I tried to go back and around but somehow they had now surrounded me. This didn’t look like an accident. I was in the middle of a bunch of happy crazy townie lads, most of them taller and wider than me and they looked like they were going to have some fun with me. “Jesus mate, I can see your nob!” “Fuckin’ ell, you can, look!” My body cranked up it’s fight or flight again, squirting adrenaline into my bloodstream. I felt the colour rising in me again, and the bile. “Where d’you keep your wallet, mate? Up yer arse?” “Back off,” I muttered, looking at no-one in particular. “What’s that, mate? Didn’t catch it. Say it again?” said one of them, right up in my face, scaring the hell out of me. “He said back off, you twat.” She had come to my rescue, a vision in red-white-and-blue, her aura clearing a space around us except for the one lad who was too dumb to realise I was about to puke again all over him. She pushed me to the side at the last minute and the pavement got a good painting. “He’s trying to be polite.” And she shot him a dark look and guided me back to the bikes where I sat down to collect myself. She opened the coke for me and let me sip it slowly. Her hand rubbed my back and I felt warmth flood through me. “Maybe we should head back,” he suggested. “Yeah, probably. It’s been fun though.”“Leave him here?” “Um... maybe not. Don’t like the look of that lot. Got to get the bike back anyway.” “Point. You OK to ride?” I think it was the first time he’d addressed me directly. I nodded, and we saddled up and rode back. After I’d shown that I could ride in a straight line, they cranked up the pace and we bombed down the empty back streets to the boathouse. I was exhilarated by the time we got back, high on the sugar and the speed. As soon as I got off the bike my erection came back. We went back up to the changing rooms. I stared at her arse again as she climbed the stairs. She smiled knowingly over her shoulder. “I know what you want,” she said. “Keep dreaming.” I was in the guys changing room with him. “You’re lucky she didn’t break your arm,” he told me. “It looked like she was going to do yours, before.” “Nah, she knows the limits with me.” We were both naked at this point, and both hard. Somehow I wasn’t embarrassed by this. Maybe my evenings experience had reset my boundaries. Then she came in, still in her lycra suit, and gave him a long kiss in front of me. His cock ground against her and left a tiny spot of fluid on the front of her suit. My hand sought out my dick unconsciously. She whispered something to him and came over to me, taking my hand away from my dick, holding each of my hands by the wrist. I was captivated by her smile, so I was surprised when he came around behind me and stuck his fingers in my ass. She kept a tight hold of my wrists, forcing them down to my sides while he loosened me up. Then he started with his dick, pushing it into me. When tears came to my eyes she leaned in and kissed me, and a minute later his cock head cleared my ring and he slid in smoothly. Soon he was hammering away at me, pounding in and out, grabbing my shoulders from behind for purchase. I only had eyes for her though, as she toyed with me, rubbing her thighs together. I came suddenly, spurting without warning, without my cock having been touched, my spunk falling on the floor between us. He came soon after with an animal noise. She let go of my wrists and grinned at me again, leaving us alone and spent. After a few minutes of just sitting there, he growled at me and took me again, just the two of us this time. I guess she kept him pretty frustrated. Her image was burned into my mind and I barely felt him riding me. “Did I say you could do it again? Did I?” And they were back to their row, my dick was hard again and it was like I was invisible once more. Maybe this time she’d spank him.

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