Riding High, Part 2 By Rider, MountingUp@aol.com A sequel to "Riding High" ************************************************************ NOTE: This story contains material of erotic content and is intended to be read exclusively by interested adults. ************************************************************ It'll be great to spend the weekend together at Joey's, Carol's voice purred over the phone. "You'll like him," she assured me. "He's very friendly, he's a serious bodybuilder, and he's bi." "What? I hope you told him I'm straight!" "Sure I did, but he's very interested in you anyway, because he likes using live weight for his workouts as much as I do. Don't sweat it. He's more Tracy's friend than mine, but the three of us work out together a lot. He's got a gym in the basement and a pool in back of the house. I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes. You'll like my wheels." I'll pick you up, she had said, and I could hear the grin in her voice. It made me think of the way she had done just that -- literally -- the day we first met. "Carol, you can pick me up any time you want," I replied before we hung up, and she chuckled, obviously having understood perfectly what was going through my mind. In fact, it was a safe bet that she had used that phrase deliberately. Carol has a sense of humor in addition to all her other remarkable qualities, and I'm crazy about her. I changed into a thong, gym shorts, and a tee shirt, and in fifteen minutes, there she was, and she was right about my liking her wheels. They turned out to be an enormous Kowasaki motorcycle, with Carol's powerful bare thighs in brief black gym shorts astride its deep saddle. Her tee shirt was white, and torn roughly just below her big, firm breasts, obviously braless, exposing her washboard abs, which were like a line drawing even in repose. She grabbed me without dismounting and kissed me with great concentration. "Mmmm. That's nice. Mount up," she said. I mounted. The buddy seat joined the back of her saddle but was a couple of inches higher, and as she leaned forward to the handlebars I found myself leaning over her, my thighs gripping her trim butt and my cock fitting perfectly into the groove of her hard buns. "That's nice too," she commented. "Here we go." Within three blocks it was pretty obvious how I liked her wheels. Somehow my hands had worked their way from holding her waist to holding those taut, firm breasts with their underpinning of solid muscle, and one additional piece of obvious evidence had developed, which Carol acknowledged by wiggling her boyish bubble butt between my thighs, so I guess I was a bit sorry when we reached our destination. She gently pried me loose, and we dismounted. "Don't worry," she reassured me. "I know you're going to like this a lot. They'll be waiting for us in the gym." Carol opened the door with her own key, and led me down the stairs to the basement. As always, I marveled at the play of muscle in her splendid body as she did even such prosaic things as walking. And she was right, they were in the gym, working out. That is, Joey was working out, doing leg curls prone on a weight bench, and Tracy was making sure that he kept his stomach flat on the bench as the exercise required by the simple expedient of sitting astride his waist, her knees bent so that all her weight was centered in her white-thonged crotch. She had her hands on his broad, powerful shoulders and wiggled a bit astride him with each of his reps. She was counting out loud for him but seemed to be losing the drift, and I realized that her mind was mostly on what was going on between her legs. But they saw us and jumped up to greet us. Tracy stood on tiptoe to kiss me (she's only a bit over five feet, with a perfect gymnast's body, graceful, athletic, and sexy, especially since the white thong was all she had on. I couldn't help noticing that the crotch of her thong was wet, yet Joey didn't seem to be sweating, so it must have been from something else, an interest that Tracy and I share. She had to reach up a little higher to kiss Carol, who's over 5 foot 10, and I had to crane my neck a bit to trade grins as I shook hands with Joey, who turned out to be a six-foot-four world-class bodybuilder with a mop of blond hair, innocent blue eyes, an infectious grin, and a partial erection in his black thong that he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about. Carol said "I want to work on my legs today, with David's help. How about you guys?" They were agreeable, and after a little stretching and aerobic stuff and with prompting from Tracy, Carol and I stripped to our thongs (all of us goggling at Carol for a moment; it's hard not to be a little awed by that fabulous, perfect body!). Followed by Joey, Carol headed for a padded horizontal bar on one wall with a piece of two-by-four attached to the floor below it and further from the wall. Carol and Joey grabbed the bar, positioned their feet on the two-by-four, and bent over. The principal difference was that Joey's back remained a bit arched, while Carol bent deeply from the hips, her back forming a slim natural bareback saddle I realized with a rush of anticipation was for me." C'mon, cowboys, mount up," Joey directed. Tracy and I glanced at each other, and after an instant of perfect understanding and agreement, executed perfect unison rump-jumps astride our assigned mounts. Tracy hooked her feet back behind Joey's thighs, and I did the same astride Carol, marveling at the slim waist with tanned skin silky-smooth between my bare thighs as I wiggled into position riding the naked saddle of her bare back. Tracy was wriggling lewdly into position as well and I sensed that my guess about why the crotch of her thong was moist was correct. After several sets I was in another world and the bulge in my thong was in another dimension. Tracy had the faraway look she gets in her eyes when she gets sexually excited. And now there was no doubt -- she was creaming astride Joey's narrow waist. But Joey had ideas of his own. "I need more weight. This feels great, but I'm not really getting anywhere. Would you guys mind helping out?" Carol was willing to take a break, although it was clear that she could have handled a lot more weight than mine; belatedly it occurred to me that Tracy and I could have held weight plates in our arms while we rode our two big bodybuilder mounts. At Carol's suggestion I dismounted from her back and straddled Joey's, close behind Tracy. As Joey began another set, Tracy's trim butt between my upper thighs moved against my erection, which was pressed between my stomach and the small of her back, providing another form of acute pleasure, which seemed to add to Tracy's enjoyment. I suddenly realized that Carol had anticipated this. "Very nice," she commented as Tracy moved my hands up to her proud, perfectly formed breasts, nipples poking in her excitement, and Joey lifted us up and down, up and down until he began to tire. "I'm beginning to feel left out," Carol admitted, "But I can see one way we can work things out with the right amount of weight." Tracy guessed immediately what she had in mind, and slid backwards off Joey's back, unseating me in the process, and said "go on, Joey, you're the heaviest, and I want to do some donkeys too." And of course they had it worked out just right. Joey got astride Carol's back, providing a proper amount of resistance for Carol's calf raises, and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being lifted astride her trim waist with each rep. But even as I began to feel a bit jealous, Tracy put an arm around my waist. "Remember me?" she inquired, interrupting my train of thought. "I'm a gymnast, and I need to work out too. Time for you to ride me, cowboy!" And Tracy grabbed the bar, set her feet on the two-by-four rail, and waited for me to mount her. Her back was bent to form an inviting bareback saddle, which I know had nothing to do with what is normally considered proper form for the donkey exercise; in this way, she made sure that when I straddled her, wiggling delightedly into position astride her slim waist, I wasn't perched on her butt but was riding her bare back, my hands on her shoulders, and my hardon pressing into the groove of her spine with every rep. I was astonished at her strength, considering the difference in our weights, but gymnasts are no weaklings. "You seem to be having a good time up there," she commented," and the only answer I could offer (not counting the body language she was responding to in the first place) was a kind of inarticulate mumble: "Ohh, well, ohmygosh, yes, you could say that^," which the other three seemed to find completely hilarious. I didn't care. It felt so good! Before the inevitable happened, however, Carol announced, "Let's do some squats and lunges." And I reluctantly dismounted from astride my sexy girl-pony and found myself standing again (just a bit unsteadily, actually) on my own feet. Between them, Carol and Joey decided that the best weight distribution would be Tracy for Carol, me for Joey. And very soon I saw a repeat of the astonishing phenomenon I had seen at the beach the day I had the incredibly good luck to meet Carol and Tracy for the first time. Tracy turned around, facing away from Carol, standing in all her beautifully proportioned, muscular glory wearing only that black thong and her delightful, infectious grin of pure pleasure, a sunrise smile I had learned was the outward reflection of her delight at who and what she was, and what she could do, and -- not least ^ what she was about to experience with her friends. Tracy stood briefly with her legs apart, and Carol ducked her head between Tracy's waiting thighs, and rose standing with Tracy riding her shoulders high and proud, legs hooked back around Carol's sides, high under her arms, thonged crotch riding the back of Carol's neck, face radiant with excitement. I knew that Tracy could get off riding this way -- I had seen her do it at the beach, and that the generous Carol derived immense enjoyment out of being able to provide this special experience for her excited rider. "Yeah!" I heard Joey whisper, almost to himself, behind me. "Your turn, pal. Give me your hands and keep your arms straight." And then I experienced, for the first time in my life, the standard cheerleader shoulder mount. I bent my knees as I felt Joey's hands draw my own downward, and jumped as I felt his hands rise, and he lifted me easily into the air for a moment as he passed his blond head between my bare thighs, and lowered me astride his neck as I gripped his sides with my legs just as Tracy had done. "Hey, you feel good up there," was Joey's comment as he felt my thighs around his neck and my hardon pressed up against the back of his head. "I feel GREAT up here," I replied, as the combination of riding Joey and watching the sexy, near-naked Tracy moving lewdly into position astride Carol's powerful shoulders added to my already considerable excitement. Carol and Joey did a series of sets of squats and lunges, while Tracy and I rode their shoulders, reveling in the feel of the muscular necks moving in our crotches and the wide, smooth muscles moving in the shoulders that supported our weight. Carol finished off with a few calf raises with Tracy still mounted on her shoulders, sensing that Tracy was nearing a climax and therefore making the movements she knew would guarantee one. Joey and I watched almost transfixed as Tracy's head lifted to the ceiling and an inarticulate crooning emerged from her mouth as she rode Carol's shoulders until she stiffened momentarily astride Carol's powerful neck, the tendons in her thighs showing in bold relief as her legs gripped the big, muscular girl who carried her, spasming in her moment of release. I gradually became aware that Joey was stroking my thighs absently with his hands as he watched, and his head was rolling a bit against my hard cock as I watched Tracy's ecstasy from my jockey's perch riding his broad, thick shoulders. "Pool time!" declared Carol, as Tracy slid a bit unsteadily down Carol's back to the floor and kissed her friend warmly in gratitude. Joey seemed a little disappointed as I dismounted the same way, although I noticed he stuck out his butt just a bit as I slid down his back so that for a second or two I was motionless astride his trim waist, my cock lodged in the groove of his spine. But he wasn't really too disappointed, because he knew what was coming, and you can interpret that term any way you like. I was the only one for whom this was a new experience. The day was hot, the pool was inviting, and I noticed immediately that its yard was enclosed in a high, opaque fence. So I wasn't too surprised when Joey said "we won't need these" as he began stripping off his thong, incidentally revealing quite clearly the degree of excitement he had reached from the feel of me riding his shoulders. He and Carol, the two real bodybuilders in the group, went through a brief impromptu posing routine for their appreciative audience, consisting of Tracy and me, and very soon the four of us dove naked into the pool. I wasn't uncomfortable about being naked with these people; we simply found that we liked each other. Besides, my genuine admiration, amply proven by my obvious physiological response, for their hard-earned physiques pleased them. We were all good swimmers, and in no time were swimming up down and around each other. I've always liked chicken fights, but I'd never experienced any like the ones we had in that pool. First of all, we were naked. Secondly, the four of us were all unequivocally turned on by it. And finally, the two superpowered bodybuilders enjoyed demonstrating for Tracy and me the kind of things that only superpowered bodybuilders can do. At first we quite naturally formed more or less evenly matched teams, at least according to overall height. It started when I unexpectedly felt Carol's head parting my thighs as I stood in the shallow part of the pool, and for the first time that day I was lifted astride Carol's neck, and was riding her shoulders naked, bare legs wrapped around her sides. It was so exciting I barely noticed when Tracy vaulted onto Joey's shoulders from behind, mounting him as a naked jockey, her beautifully-proportioned gymnast's legs gripping his sides as she rode him. Then the fun started, good-natured competition that wasn't really competition. As boxers shake hands at the beginning of a bout, Tracy and I kissed (our heads were about at the same level) and then began trying to unseat each other. At first we actually did have a couple of falls, but I think it was because Carol hooked Joey's feet out from under him, and I let myself be pulled off Carol's shoulders as Tracy got dunked when Joey fell, just for the pleasure of having Carol lift me astride her again. But soon we forgot all about competing because Tracy and I were both getting too excited. Our pushing and pulling merely made us move around astride our mounts' necks, and this time as I began to notice that Tracy was about to climax again I felt the approach of my own explosion as a spring inside me wound up to the point where I couldn't control it any more, and Tracy and I were yelling with pleasure, and the two bodybuilders carrying us on their shoulders were yelling encouragement, and we came almost simultaneously astride their necks. After that Tracy and I dismounted to catch our breaths, but of course Carol and Joey weren't the least bit tired; this was no real effort for them. They amazed me by swimming a few laps, side by side, with no sign of fatigue, and then diving off each other's shoulders a few times. Then Carol called Tracy and me over. "I want to try something," she said. She put one arm between my thighs and lifted me astride one shoulder, my cock pressed against the side of her neck. Then she bent her knees, put the other arm between Tracy's thighs and lifted her so that she was astride Carol's other shoulder. The insatiable Tracy wriggled delightedly astride Carol's thick shoulder, pressing her crotch forward against the strong neck and gripping with her thighs. Tracy and I held on with our arms around each other as Carol rose easily to her feet and began walking around the pool. Soon she stopped, facing Joey, who was watching with great delight, and said "How about it? Can you lift all of us?" The answer was a foregone conclusion. Joey merely grinned, walked around us, disappeared for a moment underwater and rose with Carol riding his shoulders naked, with Tracy and me, equally naked, riding Carol, each of us astride one shoulder. He walked around a bit, and we managed to maintain our balance, largely because of Carol's great strength and sense of balance. Then he put Carol down, and we slid off her shoulders. "That was fun," Joey commented to Carol. "I love the way you feel on my shoulders. Come on. Now it's your turn for a real ride." Again he dove down between her thighs to pick her up on his shoulders. Watching the play of muscle as Carol rode him naked was fascinating because every movement each one made was reflected in the flexing of a whole series of powerful, well-defined muscles in horse and rider alike. I watched in fascination, getting excited again, partly because of the way it had felt to be carried high in the air astride Carol's shoulder. I was taken by surprise when playful Tracy's head suddenly made its way between my thighs, and the petite but powerful gymnast lifted me to her shoulders, supporting my weight far more easily than I would have suspected. She caressed my thighs, and I felt my hardon making a comeback with Tracy's neck in my crotch and her head rotating gently against my hardening shaft. "Look at that," Tracy said. It was plain that Joey loved the feel of Carol's powerful thighs straddling his neck, and made no secret of it. "Ride me, baby," he encouraged her. "I know how to make you cum!" And he began running, somehow, even mostly underwater, so that Carol looked as though she were riding a cantering horse, her hips moving smoothly astride Joey's thick, powerful neck, pumping like a bareback rider on a real horse. I watched her ride with her naked crotch moving astride the muscular neck she straddled, riding him with more and more visible excitement until we saw her freeze astride him, her head thrown back, and gripping his torso with her powerful calves, tightening her thighs astride his neck to the point where I was afraid she'd really hurt him, but she came with a roar that was met by his own. And still Joey was far from exhausted. Carol dismounted, sliding gracefully down his back, but just a little unsteady on her feet after her riding orgasm, and said "That was terrific -- but how about you? I can see that little ride got you as excited as I was" Joey replied, "True enough, but there's no problem." He came over to where Tracy was carrying me on her shoulders. By now my hard cock was poking over the top of her head. Joey noted this with pleasure. "I see you've got David all warmed up. I want to do a really special double lift with you guys. Put him down, Tracy, and I'll show you what I mean." What he meant was simple and effective. Joey ducked his head under me and lifted me to a riding position on his shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his sides. His neck was far thicker than Tracy's, and his muscles really added to the stimulation of riding naked on his broad shoulders. Then he grabbed Tracy's waist and lifted her so that she could straddle his hips, where she engulfed his hard member with an expression of sheer joy on her face. She held my arms to stay in position while Joey began humping rhythmically below the surface of the water, Tracy meeting his thrusts with her own. The result was that his whole body was moving rhythmically beneath me as I rode him naked, his head bucking against my hard cock, his neck muscles rippling in my crotch. The rhythm gradually picked up speed, and I began moving my hips to meet it. Faster and faster the three of us pounded our hips in rhythm, feeling each other's growing excitement and somehow tuning our own to the increasing frenzy of the others, until Joey gave out a yell and Tracy a scream as she froze astride his hips in climax as he came inside her, and I let loose with an explosion of cum that arced over the top of Joey's head, all at once, as we reached the top together. Tracy and I stayed astride the now panting Joey until he collapsed into the water, dumping his two riders in the process. Carol came over to kiss me. "Glad you came?" she inquired, and I couldn't help laughing as I kissed her back as I felt myself gathered in her strong arms. "I think you can guess," I replied. And it's only about half-past noon. Do you think we'll be able to figure out something to do for the rest of the weekend?"