The sun-baked path is his playground, and the throbbing between his legs, his itch to scratch. The bicyclist's chiseled thighs work tirelessly, propelling him forward as his cock strains against the thin fabric of his shorts. The friction is exquisite, pushing him closer to the edge with each revolution of the wheels. Finally, with a guttural groan, he surrenders to the sensation, his body convulsing as he cums heavily into his shorts, leaving a damp, sticky trail.