{Note: I am not a writer, but the story below is absolutely true. I can't seem to shake it from my mind, so I though sharing with others would be the best outlet. Depending on events that may unfold over the next week or two, there may be additional chapters.]
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I am far from perfect, but I try to stay healthy. As part of my regimen, I eat lots of fruits and vegetables, I run and ride a bike and go to the gym. I typically exercise in basic gear, running shorts for running and bicycle shorts for riding. My running shorts have typically been the split leg kind with the built-in panty and a short inseam. I tend to sweat a lot and found the longer legged shorts start to stick to my legs once I start sweating and the feeling is a bit annoying. But I feel like I look like some Bruce Jenner yahoo from the 70's in my short running shorts -- I sometimes even use a terry cloth headband to keep the sweat out of my eyes! So I also purchased a couple pairs of light compression shorts for running. I prefer the compression shorts because of the coverage, but the tradeoff is that I show off my package a bit, which makes me feel like a pervert at times. But they sure are comfortable, not too tight, and I figure I run too fast for anyone passing by to notice.
I prefer to ride outside, but sometimes I'll ride on the exercise bikes at the gym where I work. The gym offers several different types of exercise bikes, but I mostly use the upright stationary due to the features. It offers a screen which allows the user to select from a number of preconfigured courses, each with varying distances and climbs. I can choose to ride in the mountains, on the beach or even in the countryside of ancient Greece. I don't wear the padded cycling shorts to the gym because I also strength train there and walking around in cycling shorts feels really odd with the padding. I can imagine how a woman feels wearing a thick pad on those heavy days. No thanks.
It gets uncomfortable riding an upright with no padding in my gym shorts, so sometimes I also use the recumbent. It also has a screen that allows me to customize some settings, but the variety isn't very good. Most of the time I watch TV when using the recumbent, although the selection of channels at lunchtime is pretty dismal. Most of the aerobic equipment at the gym line the walls facing outward so people can watch TVs which are mounted on the walls. There are some pieces in the middle of the room which also face toward the TVs. Unless you turn around 180 degrees, you really don't see many people in the room, which has about 20 machines.
One day last week I decided to both run and ride during my lunch hour. That particular day I brought a pair of compression shorts and a dryfit running t-shirt. The day was perfect with hardly a cloud in the sky, temperature in the low 70's and low humidity. After 10 minutes of running, I realized I didn't want to go inside to ride. But I committed to go and stuck with the plan. I returned to the gym after running three miles. Because of the conditions outside, I wasn't too sweaty when I returned to the gym.
After a short drink of water, I grabbed a towel and headed to the exercise equipment. One of the two upright bikes was out of order and the second one was in use. So I headed across the room and grabbed a recumbent. I chose the tension, picked my route on the screen and started peddling. It's a good thing I grabbed the towel, because it was warmer and more humid inside than out and I knew I was in for a sweaty workout.
There were maybe six people in the room when I arrived, mostly women, although more could come and go without my knowledge as the door was directly behind me and 40 feet away. And being the lunch hour, more would surely come than leave. I settled on a pace of about 18 mph which is about average for me and started watching TV -- the local news was the most interesting thing on of the three TVs nearest me.
Only three minutes into my ride, I felt something I had not felt before -- a tingling in my groin. I had never worn compression shorts riding a recumbent bike. I looked down to notice that my penis had settled into the small valley that formed between by belly and my left leg. With each downstroke of my left leg on the pedal, my penis slid slightly toward my leg. Then on the upswing, it slid in the opposite direction toward my belly. So as I continued to pedal I found I was being gently massaged by my skin and Lycra shorts. It was a weird sensation and a bit distracting, so I adjusted myself a bit, pulling my penis over to the center of my belly. That seemed to solve the problem, so I resumed watching TV. I must have become interested in the news and didn't notice, but after a few minutes my penis slid back down to that small valley again. Once again I felt that tingling sensation, but I also noticed that I was getting hard.
Fortunately, the closest person was three machines away. I looked around the room and didn't see anyone take notice, so I adjusted myself again. But urges are urges. After shifting myself, I noticed that my half erection didn't go away, but rather grew larger. I'm average size at best, but the thought of popping a boner was unsettling to me given the environment. I took the towel and laid it in my lap. It was only a small hand towel, but it provided the coverage I needed.
Because I was now fully erect, my mind quickly shifted from the news on the TV to the breaking news happening in my shorts. I've had my share of fantasies over the years, and being caught in humiliating acts in public were near the top of my list. But this was work and those were strictly fantasies. Even though I work for a large company and rarely see any coworkers that I know at the gym, now was not the time to let my mind wander into fantasy. If someone saw my state, I would simply die of embarrassment. At the very least I would have to find a new gym. And the gym at work is free, so the last thing I want to do is pay for a gym membership.
I continued on at the same pace trying to think of anything that would take my mind off sex; farm trucks, baseball, then back to the news. The more I tried to think about anything nonsexual, however, the more I seemed to focus on my erect state. At this point I had a full-fledged boner with no signs of abating and once again my now erect penis slid to the left. As much as I tried to ignore it, that tingling feeling was slowly being replaced by pleasure. Here I was in the workplace gym with a half dozen other souls and I was gently masturbating hands-free with a thin layer of Lycra.
Adding to the growing awkwardness of the situation, I found that the hand towel that I had placed so strategically over my crotch would not stay in place. Perhaps a full towel would do the trick, but this small towel quickly began to slide off my body as my legs were constantly in motion peddling the bike. I grabbed the towel and repositioned it. This time I held it in place with one hand. Riding like this was awkward, however, as a more natural position was to hold on to the handles on either side of the seat.
