Mark is committed to the legal profession's summer games. And training is about to begin, poor lad. Needless to say everything in this story is fictional and everyone is over 18.
It's been a long day in the office and, as the Spring sun sets over London, I find myself in a black cab heading North. Beside me is Helen, who is going to be my coach for the next few weeks, helping me train. She'd captained her athletics team at university where she'd picked up a first in law. Dark haired, dark skinned, slim, toned, she is wearing a pencil skirt and heels as she sits next to me on the back seat of the taxi. Nearing thirty, she is engaged to a city banker and is the young solicitor tipped to be the next partner. A real high achiever. And right now, I'm trying to work out why she's asked the cabbie to crank up the heating in the back. Surely we're both warm enough already?
"Right, it's time to undress."
I look round at her quizzically. I'm still in my work suit of course but I'd brought my gym kit in the bag that sits beside us.
"You mean, get changed in the cab?"
"No, undress. All training is done naked, it's one of the rules."
I've no idea where we're going to do this training. A gym or club I'd assumed. I can't be naked there, surely. I open my mouth to protest, but Helen flashes me a look. She is not a woman you argue with.
I take off my jacket and tie. The cabbie in front is concentrating on the road ahead. We are crawling through the rush hour traffic, people will be able to see in. But I can see Helen is getting impatient.
I take off my shirt and can feel Helen's eyes on my chest. I unlace my shoes, pull off my socks, unzip my trousers. Helen watches me. She can see the bulge start to grow and feel the heat of my embarrassment. I pull down the trousers and then my underpants. My bare bottom is sitting on the leather of the taxi seat. My balls squashed against the cool surface. The driver still staring ahead.
We're stopped at a red light. Anyone who looks in could see my erection. Thankfully no one does.
As we move off, Helen is folding my clothes and placing them in a suit bag. I'd naively assumed it contained her running gear. Right now it contains my modesty.
Helen is explaining that the club has been hosting the games for a decade now and is used to the nudity. "Don't you worry about anything," she says. "Simply concentrate on your performance."
I nod, aware of nothing except my hard cock, twitching in front of her eyes, desperate for release.
"There are seven events altogether with three points for a win, two for second, one for third and a fourth for style. Bear in mind that, for the first time this year, there will be a female judge for the style. When I say judge she's a real life county circuit magistrate. So we want you to impress."
Again I nod. My penis is pointing upwards at the ceiling of the cab.
"She'll be paying attention to your athletic grace of course, but will also be keenly inspecting your body."
Another set of lights. We're stopped again. I can feel the eyes of a woman glance in and see my naked chest. She looks again then hurries away.
"So for the long jump, we reckon she'll be pretty focused on your thighs. We're going to work on that, give you a bit of a strut to show them off nicely."
We're moving off again.
"For the freestyle swimming, it's the roll of your buttocks she'll notice. We want you to practice that roll." There was a short pause. "We all like your arse by the way. It's attracted a lot of attention."
I dare not trust my voice to say anything. I'm going to be no more than a piece of meat in all this. Something to be ogled, judged, commented on.
"For the steeplechase it's your willy. You won't be stiff like you are now and we'll be looking for a nice side to side movement. Something to catch the eye. What normally happens is the balls jiggle up and down in harmony. It's really very charming if done well."
I blush at the mention of my rampant hard on. But I also start to feel resentful. "Is there anything else I should be doing."
"Yes, win the race of course. Silly boy."
My cock twitches even harder at the gentle admonition but now we are drawing up outside the sports club and I start to wonder how on earth I'm going to get through the doors with so many people coming in and out.
"Best foot forward, Mark. Off we go."
