Clyde had taken up cycling as another way to stay in peak condition. After hearing about the Brisbane Velodrome’s open training sessions, he decided to give it a serious try. He arrived late in the afternoon wearing brand-new, tight black lycra cycling gear — a sleek, form-fitting jersey stretched across his massive chest and boulder-like shoulders, and matching shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination.
The lycra clung to every ridge of muscle and, most noticeably, highlighted the heavy, thick outline of his permanent 12-inch gift. The bulge was obscene — a long, heavy sausage running down his left thigh, clearly visible even as he warmed up on the track.
The women’s elite cycling team was finishing their session when he arrived. Five stunning athletes in tight team kits turned their heads almost in unison as the towering cowboy rolled onto the wooden velodrome track.
Captain Ava – 28, tall and powerfully built with long toned legs, a tight athletic ass, and firm C-cup breasts. Blonde hair tied back, sharp blue eyes.
Mia – 26, petite but explosive, with a perky bubble butt and mischievous smile.
Harper – 27, curvy with thick thighs and heavy D-cup breasts that strained her jersey.
Zoe – 24, lean and flexible with a model-like face and long dark hair.
Lila – 25, fiery redhead with freckles and an incredibly toned, athletic body.
They watched him do a few laps, his powerful legs driving the bike with ease. But it wasn’t his cycling form that held their attention — it was the massive, swinging bulge in his skin-tight lycra shorts.
When he stopped near the team area to catch his breath, Ava approached first, helmet under her arm.
“New to the track?” she asked, eyes shamelessly dropping to his crotch before flicking back up. “You’re… hard to miss.”
Clyde wiped sweat from his brow and gave them a polite, slightly embarrassed smile. “First proper session. Name’s Clyde. Trying to stay fit.”
The women gathered around him, flirting openly. The tight lycra left nothing hidden. Harper bit her lip. Lila whispered something to Zoe that made her giggle. Within minutes, they invited him to join their cool-down session in the private team recovery area.
The moment the door to the private lounge closed behind them, the atmosphere turned electric.
“You’ve been distracting our entire team,” Ava said, stepping close and running a hand over his broad chest. “That bulge in your shorts is ridiculous.”
Clyde’s deep voice remained respectful even as his cock thickened visibly in the lycra. “Ladies… I’m flattered, but only if you’re all sure.”
They were very sure.
The women peeled his jersey off first, moaning at the sight of his god-like physique. Then they tugged his tight cycling shorts down. His enormous 12-inch, wrist-thick cock sprang free, heavy and already rock hard, bouncing against his abs.
“Fuck me…” Harper whispered in awe. “It’s even bigger than it looked.”
The five women dropped to their knees around him in a semi-circle. They worshipped his massive cock together — licking, sucking, and stroking with eager mouths and hands. Ava took the head into her mouth while Mia and Harper licked along the thick shaft. Zoe and Lila sucked on his heavy balls. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as they passed his cock between them, kissing each other around the fat head.
Clyde groaned deeply, his big hands gently resting on their heads.
He repaid them with patience and skill. He laid them out on the wide recovery benches and ate each of them in turn — his wide, strong tongue bringing Ava, then Harper, then the others to loud orgasms while the rest kissed and touched each other.
The real frenzy began when they started riding him.
Ava went first, straddling him on the bench and slowly sinking down onto his massive cock. She moaned loudly as her tight pussy stretched wide around his girth. “God, you’re splitting me open…” The bulge was clearly visible in her toned stomach.
The others took turns — Harper riding him reverse cowgirl so the team could watch her thick ass bounce, Mia in a standing position against the wall, Zoe folded in half in a mating press. They passed him around like a shared toy, kissing and touching each other the entire time.
Clyde fucked all five women with deep, powerful, controlled strokes — always checking their faces, always gentle despite his size. The recovery room echoed with their moans and cries of pleasure.
In the grand finale, all five women knelt in front of him, tongues out, hands stroking his glistening, throbbing cock. Clyde erupted with a deep groan, painting their pretty faces, athletic breasts, and open mouths with thick, heavy ropes of cum. The women kissed and licked each other clean, sharing his load with playful, satisfied moans.
True to form, Clyde immediately became the perfect gentleman.
He fetched clean towels from the team locker room, gently wiped them down, and gave each woman a soothing massage on the recovery benches. He held them against his massive chest, stroking their hair and kissing their foreheads tenderly.
“You ladies are incredible athletes and even more incredible women,” he murmured. “Thank you for letting me join your cool-down.”
Ava smiled up at him, still glowing. “Best recovery session we’ve ever had, Stallion. You’re welcome on our track anytime.”
As Clyde left the velodrome that evening, still in his tight lycra, the entire women’s team watched him go with hungry, satisfied smiles.
His legend in Brisbane’s sporting circles had just grown significantly larger.