Let me give you a little background: I'm a junior at a major state university. In high school, I ran cross-country. I still love to run. Since I've been running six days a week for the last 7 years I've developed a pretty decent body. I don't have huge muscles, but I'm somewhat well defined and I'm pretty thin. I'm about 6'1" and weight about 185.
I met my girlfriend, Janet, my freshmen year of college. She lived in a dorm room down the hall, which was great for late night booty calls. She's a great girl. She is pretty too. Nice boobs, a cute butt, and curly red hair.
This story starts just after we moved out of the dorm. Janet got a great one-bedroom apartment in a really nice part of town. I didn't live too far away, just about 5 miles. One of my favorite features of Janet's apartment was its proximity to the town's running/biking trail. It was nice for me to drive over to Janet's after class, visit with her, go for a five mile run, then use her shower before going back to my place to study. The best part of that scheme was easily the shower. She usually couldn't resist the urge to join the naked guy in her shower. She loves to give head in the shower and I love to get it anywhere.
Since I have an alright body, I usually wear short running shorts with lyrca tight shorts underneath and no shirt in warm weather, but in the cold Midwestern winter, I go with running tights and a somewhat tight fitting top and a jacket if necessary. Generally I wear a matching pair of running shorts over my tights so my bulge isn't too evident, but on the trail near Janet's apartment I often go with just tights. Janet thinks it’s sexy that other women on the trail and in her complex can see the size of her boyfriend's cock. I also like the attention my bulge gets from Janet when she sees me in my tights. She is kind of a size queen and tells me about her past boyfriends with undersized units.
However, this story isn't about Janet and I showering after a run, its about Janet's mother catching me in an awkward moment. In December during our winter break, Janet attended a conference in Atlanta. It was good deal for her; the school paid her way. When I drove her to the airport on Monday, she told me to feel free to use my key so I could use her place after my runs, but she warned me her mother would be staying there on Thursday because she would be apartment shopping in town. Her mother had divorced a few years before I met Janet. She is a junior high school teacher and she had built up quite a tenure. She was taking early retirement and thought she'd move closer to her daughter. I always go along with her mother ok. She wasn't really the friendly out-going type that Janet was but she was pretty nice.
I figured I'd use Janet's shower until Wednesday then just run around my neighborhood so I wouldn't disturb Janet's mom. On Tuesday, I had a nice run of about 5 miles. I used Janet's shower like usual then went home to watch TV. On Wednesday afternoon I headed back over to the trail to get in run it. I did about three miles and stopped at the water fountain to grab a drink. There were a couple cute high school girls there who must have been riding their bikes. I heard them giggle and one side, "I bet you wish Joe's basket was as big as that guy's" referring to the bulge in my tights. It is kind of lame to be turned on by high school girls, but for some reason the girl's comment made me a little horny. I finished my run and went upstairs to Janet's place. I let myself in with the key and decided to grab a cold drink to cool down before shower. I took off my jacket and shirt revealing my upper torso, but left my tights on. I sat down and turned on the TV. I sucked down the Gatorade I got out of Janet's fridge and went back for another.
As I was standing with my back to the front door bending over to grab another Gatorade, I heard the door open and someone gasp for air. I wheeled around quickly to see who entered.
"Uh, Jeff?" Janet's mom said as I turned around.
"Oh hi," I said trying to hide my bulge behind the refrigerator door.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Oh, I use the trail outside and then Janet let's me come in and use her shower before I go back home. Janet told me you would be here Thursday." I explained.
"Well, that explains why there's a sweaty man in my daughter's kitchen," she laughed. "I thought I'd get n early start apartment hunting. It beats sitting around at home."
I was hoping she'd go sit down on the couch so I could come out from behind the door without her seeing the outline of my package.
"I'll just grab my clothes and go to my place and leave you alone, Ms. Jenkins." I said.
"Oh it’s all right Jeff. Why don't you go ahead with your shower? I'm just going to look over a couple floor plans." She said. "Aren't you getting cold standing there with the door open?"
"Gee, I didn't notice" I said. I took a gulp. I realized she was waiting to check me out. She must have had a great view of my ass when she came in and wanted to see more.
I moved slowly away from the fridge and she giggled, "do you wear those pants in front of my daughter? No wonder she let's you use her shower. I'd love a man of your size in mine!"
"He he," I chuckled unsure of what to say next.
"I'm glad she found an well-endowed guy. If my husband was a little bigger maybe he still be my husband. Well, you can take your cute college boy butt to the shower. I'll be out here if you need anything holler."
"Uh, ok" I said as a stammered off to the shower trying to fight off an erection caused by her viewing my cock and making her comments.
As I walked to the shower I noticed her in the mirror staring at my butt as I walked away. I was getting a little too turned on by this 55-year-old.
"Hey Jeff!" She called as I was entering the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"How big are you?" She asked.
"Well, I'm about 6'1"...."
"No I can see how big you are, but how big is your cock?"
"What? I, uh, I guess" I stammered.
She got up from her chair and approached me. "I haven't seen one in awhile; well not a regular man's anyway. I saw of few of the boys while they changed in the locker room and some of my teacher friend's went to a male revue last weekend, but those guys just got down to their g-strings. Oh, I'm sorry, this really isn't appropriate," she said.
"Uh, it’s ok," I assured her.
"Does my daughter get any action from that concealed weapon you carry? It’s ok to tell me I hope she is having fun."
