A couple of years back, when I was about 19 I used to go cycling a lot in the summer. I'd built up a nice tight little arse and a pair of really strong legs which I got into showing off after I noticed guys looking at me when I rode round the park.
Over by the running track there was a men's toilets, it was a bit run down and I noticed that there were often one or two guys hanging about near by. This interested me and I wanted to see what was going on so I cycled near by quite a lot. I noticed that I got heavy stares as I rode by on my bike.
One day when I was passing I decided to go in for a piss and noticed that there were men hanging about inside.
When I took out my dick to have a piss it began to get a bit hard and I couldn't understand it. I put it away, to be honest it was a bit of a struggle to get it back inside my tight lycra cycling shorts but I didn't feel embarrassed and noticed one of the guys eyeing up the bulge.
I had been quite excited by the thought of being looked at, but wasn't sure what I was going to do about it so I went home. In my bedroom I jacked off inner front of a mirror whilst still in my shorts, thinking about being touched up by one of the guys.
After that, I found that every time I put these shorts on I ended up getting a bit hard thinking about what had happened and this guy looking at the lump in the front of then.
Late one evening I decided to go for a ride. I fished out my white cycling shorts, pulled them on and put on a vest as it was a warm evening. I rode down to the park which is a couple of miles away and was really warming up when I got there. I rode straight down to the toilets by the running track, there was nobody about in the twilight. I sat astride my bike, under a tree a few yards away from the toilet. I remembered what had been going through my mind a few days earlier and my dick began to get hard.
I was hoping someone would turn up soon so I could let them see. Then after a while, a guy of about 40 in a track suit came jogging across the running track. He was running towards the toilet and I opened my legs even wider hoping that he would look at me.
I wasn't let down and noticed his eyes land on my prick. I pretended not to notice though and watched him go into the toilets. After a couple of minutes I rode my bike over and got off, pushing the bike inside. By now I had a raging hard on, my dick was really going mad to get out of the tight lycra. As I went in I checked that he was looking at me, from where he was standing against a urinal at the far end. Whilst he was eyeing my bulge I made it throb and my dick jumped about inside the thin white lycra. I touched it very casually with my hand still pretending not to notice the guy.
Going over to the urinal three or four away from him, I stood back far enough from where I was going to get my cock out so that I knew he would be able to see. I pulled my tight shorts away from my stomach, slowly eased them down and flipped my raging hard cock over the top.
Realising how much I was enjoying showing off, I stood back another few inches, put my hand on my hips and let my dick bounce about on its own. It was twitching and throbbing and the guy was going mad looking at it. He made a move towards me but as soon as he did so I made to "shake the drops off", stuffed it back inside my pants and walked over to my bike. I was creaming a bit at the end and it was making a bit of a wet sticky mess. I made it throb again and casually stroked it along the length as I was moving my bike ready to get out.
The guy offered me some money to let him suck me off but I wasn't into that. I just wanted to flaunt my big dick, but didn't have the bottle to tell him that. "Sorry " I said, "gotta go".
"At least let me have another look at what ya got there", well I was nearly coming as it was and I decided I'd like to shoot off while he was looking at me. But the guy was determined to have hold of me and moved his hand towards my prick and balls. He squeezed the bulge in my pants and as he was doing it I spurted and spurted into the shorts.
Back in my room half an hour later I realised what I'd done. I'd practically let a guy toss me off, but the real excitement was the moment I walked into the place and felt his hungry eyes on my throbber. I was going back the next night.