Short story about Erica taking me on a rough bikeride.

***'Ooof'*** I thought as I felt the thump. "Erica hold up! I need to take a moment," I squeeked out to the rider ahead.

She was getting further and further ahead of me as the roadbumps came closer and closer, again and again. They didn't seem to bother her much at all, as she gently glided her tires and frame over each one. But every bump in the pavement bounced my bike seat up right into my crotch. I was able to stand on the pedals and lift myself up at first....

"What's wrong?" My cute friend giggled from up ahead. Erica pulled her handlebars hard to the right and did a graceful 180 and pedaled back to me as I awkwardly clambered my own bike to the side of the path with one hand on a handlebar. I tried to quickly pull my other hand away from my bruised sack before she noticed but her eyes were already fixed on that area.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She asked through a smile, barely trying to hide her enjoyment of my reaction. Her eyes kept flickering down from my eyes to the crotch of my shorts.

Embarrassed, I decided to play it off. "No....I...just need to readjust."

"Readjust what, exactly?"

The dull throb of pain was creeping up from between my legs up to my stomach. It was beginning to be difficult to ignore. I tried to answer her in-between long aching heartbeats. "Its just....all the bumps....and potholes...one got me...a bit harder than...."

Erica cut me off confidently and jabbed, "Have you never ridden a bike before? If I knew you were so sensitive I never would have invited you. This is one of my favorite routes, I ride by this lake all the time!"

Beads of sweat started dripping down my forehead despite the cool fall breeze. Instead of thinking out a response to that rude comment, I gave in to the pain. I let out a groan that turned in a wheezing sigh as my body fell forward onto my bike.

Erica giggled, "What's wrong with you?" It was a question but she said it more like a statement.

"I just kinda hurt myself, that's all" I mumbled while staring at her sneakers.

"How exactly did you hurt yourself?"

"The fucking bike seat jabbed my ass," I snapped at her as I eased myself to the ground in an unintentional fetal position and looked up her standing over me.

Erica raised an eyebrow and smirked down at me, "I've been bouncing off my own bike seat for the past 30 minutes and I sure don't feel like *THAT*. What happened?"

She was going to make me say it. "I just....kinda.....crushed my junk" I conceded.

"BAHAHAHAHAHA!" she yelled and leaned forward, hugging herself. A mist of spittle rained over my face from her outburst. "You said you hurt your ass, not your *BALLS*!"

Just then, a middle aged woman that was walking her dog along the path came into our space. She was clearly concerned about the commotion as she looked down at me on the ground while the dog sniffed a stick. "What happened to him?" the woman asked to Erica.

Erica gladly responded. "I'm just now learning that guys can sit on their own balls."

I quickly tried to clarify, "I didn't sit.....," but my mumbling was drowned out by the women's combined laughter as they both looked down on me with pity and amusement.

The middle aged women urged her dog forward as she said to me with a smile, "Well now, *that's* a hazard." Just as quick as she arrived, she was walking away as the fabric on her yoga pants made a *swish* with each step.

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I leaned back into the leaves and gently cupped my manhood as Erica plopped down next to me. I wished there was more leaves so I could hide my head under them.

"Sorry," Erica cooed as she put her hand on my forearm. "I can tell you're in pain. Its just.....funny. When I'm riding I just ride and bounce around. I don't even *think* about crushing.....anything really. And the whole ride over every bump, you're probably just trying not to crush your *balls* constantly." She giggled softly again while I groaned.

We sat quietly for a few minutes and listened to the chirping of the birds while Erica held my arm. "They don't hurt so much anymore, lets head back," I told her with a smile as she stood up first and pulled me up. "But maybe we could ride a bit slower" I joked.

Erica grinned and stole one last glance down at my crotch. "We can take it slow, but only if you promise to go horseback riding with me next week".

My eyes went wide as she laughed.

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