I just can't stop myself. Lately all I can think about is exposing myself to girls in public. It doesn't matter where I go all it takes is seeing a girl I think is hot and I'm whipping my dick out and stroking it. What's sad is I could just be normal and most likely I'd get any of them to go out with me. I'm not ugly, not some nerd, not skinny because I do like working out, I'm if anything just shy of commitment. I notice girls checking me out just as much as I do them. I just find it more fun to tease and taunt, some cases they do the same to me. My point is, I prefer reeling them in my way with the right bait, fishing pole in hand.
When I hit the gym I go shirtless right off, lifting weights or doing cardio. I don't have a six pack mind you but my build is getting there. I work outdoors in the sun so I'm pretty tanned, I do tan nude at home when I can get away with it to avoid the tan lines. It gives me an exotic look to women if they don't see a lily white cock. Yeah, I show him off any chance I can. Like I said that's my problem, I love masturbating in public for women. You may think I'm a sicko but that's your opinion. If you had a dick my size you might be proud of it too. High nine and living the dream. I've been told I should even be a male stripper, that has merit I wouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure if I went that route. Maybe someday. Not today.
Not only do I go shirtless, I wear loose trunks so my dick can breathe, with my dick as big as it is it's pretty hard to hide. I get off knowing girls are staring, wondering, even trying their best to work out near me. I usually keep to myself and let them do the flirting. I seldom ignore their roving eyes and adjust my junk right in plain sight, acting as if I don't know how close of attention they're paying to me.
This is just one of those crazy days...oh, my name is Del.
I frequent a certain gym toward late night, because it's quieter than during the day. Being near a college girls dormitory I know the students come here a lot. Not every time is it full of girls but some nights more than usual. By going here often I think word gets out about me because I do notice more and more girls are joining. Guys sadly cannot be helped. They want girls as much as I do. My thinking is I get the girls primed and the guys get the payoff. I really should start getting laid more often. Right now I just prefer the fantasy I give them.
Recalling one particular night around 11:00 PM I showed up and discovered it to be 80% girls. The rest being guys kept their interest until I showed up. I knew they were there for me because every girl there even if they were talking to one of the guys found me with curiosity. One thing I tend to notice quickly is how sexy most girls dress in workout clothes. Tight shorts that like to show off a sweet ass. Sports bras so tight that boobs are ready to burst free. Ohhh yeah! All for me. I like to think so anyway. Erection time. Boasting a big boy.
Going to the locker room I stashed my bag then left my shirt in the locker. From there I hit the treadmill first, running a good three miles working up a sweat. My chosen treadmill was dead center of the fleet. Within that three mile run I had seven hot girls running around me from all sides. I felt honored considering all the treads beyond the girls were empty and lifeless. With my iPod jamming I did my best to ignore the ladies, I love my metal, jamming to Slipknot and Five Finger Death Punch most of my run. Occasionally I'd look over at the girls to each side of me and find them staring me down. Some looking bashful, others blowing me kisses. I merely nodded with a grin and finished my run. As my timer ended I stopped and just leaned on the hand rails to cool off and let my heartrate catch up. A towel attendant offered me a complimentary towel just to get near me without looking obvious. Lingering a bit as I thanked her I let her watch me dry my sweat. She was pretty cute too. I knew my dick was the center of attention, peaking my loose shorts a bit. When you have a nine inch cock the sheer weight of it keeps it dangling instead of the average early riser. Although it does have a nice curve when I get really aroused. Which is pretty often.
Most men might be uncomfortable with their dick size being huge, not me. Like the Greek God Priapus I feel large and in charge. Stepping from the treadmill I took that moment to explore the girls more. Winking at a few that I liked personally, not that any of them were ugly or outdated. I prefer younger women being 28 myself, 18-21 range is my favorite. Although I'm certainly not omitting sexy Cougars. There's a few of those here tonight too. They tend to be less obvious in checking me out and hanging back. Acting extra hot I like to grab my waist band and tug it out in front as if cooling off my junk. That usually gets a lot of nibbling lips going strong. When there's no threats in my way I do that pretty often.
Leaving the treadmills I hit the cardio bikes and rode another mile. Surrounding me yet again I felt pretty invested. This time girls rode ahead of me, some very tight asses were keeping pace with me. I was not having any erection issues. My shorts were tenting up and I decided to ride my bike no hands, leaning back a bit to show it off. Compliments were given from the sides and I shared grins. Looking behind me briefly at others nipping at my heels I chose the moment to run my left hand down the front of my shorts and literally grip my cock, the girls beside me dropping their jaws and almost missing their peddles under duress. I smiled at the girl to my left, a luscious blond with big blue eyes, I could see the hunger in her locked on gaze.
To my right a brunette with green eyes studied my hidden hand, both girls easily 20-22. I intentionally tilted my cock in both directions giving them a giggle. At least I acknowledged them, that night I was really feeling evil. I decided that night to take more risks than ever before. I wanted to know just how many of these girls wanted me. At the time of my undercover hand I wasn't certain just how far that entailed but I'd get there. As my bike slowed down I hopped off hand still down my shorts, showing the girls behind me my hidden performance. I played it off as adjusting then removed my hand. Four girls fanned their faces at one time overheated by the temptation. I at least smiled in passing.
Heading into the actual weightlifting area I ignored them and just pumped dumbbells at 40 pounds each. Facing the outer fitness area I found a number of girls clustered together eyeballing me and obviously talking about my earlier show of hand. Others looked my way but were spread out more. I could tell the guys around me working out on weights were judging me. It's not my fault they don't have my physique, nor my big cock. Most of these guys are out of shape anyway. The fact I had a raging hard on was not helping the guys. Not that I worried what they thought of me I just didn't need to be kicked out. Thankfully, the guys had been there long before I came in so they were pretty much on their way out. I bid my time curling iron and showing off without aggressively letting the girls know my true motives. A good ten minutes later the guys left me alone in the weight room. Once gone the girls casually moved in. Being located dead center myself gave them room to tease me. The blond from earlier chose to lift weights in front of me, bending over in her super short workout shorts. When touching the floor I can literally see her thong beneath in the gap of her loose shorts. Hot pink my favorite.
Funny how I tried hard not to react to the girls moving in around me. There were up to eight girls at one point, two leaving for some reason. I guess they had classes in the morning. I wasn't worried I still had plenty of eye candy. Maybe I was their thigh candy too. Deciding I'd had enough of dumbbells I switched over to barbells, finding a bench free between two of the girls with very little weights on their bars. Adding my weights to each end leading up to 300 pounds, my maximum thus far in my achievements, I sat on the bench and tugged my loose shorts up for less confinement. In doing this my erection draped over my left leg and held tight to my thigh, I knew the crown of my cock would probably peek out once I laid back. I wanted eyes to see it by now.
Laying it on thick was an understatement I've actually measured my girth at just under five inches, my crown however topped out at over five so I knew eyeballs were going to pop. Stretching back I heaved my barbells from their cradle and did seven repetitions before my arms caved. When I looked up I discovered three girls, the brunette from earlier crouching in front of me checking me out. They didn't even bother to blush, only smile up at me. Sitting up I winced at their odd behavior and laid back again. I knew I had a few more reps in me once I stretched my arms a bit. Lifting my hips first I tugged my shorts a bit higher until my crown crept out for air. Gripping the bars I managed four more reps then just lay there panting. A girl with red hair gripped my barbell from standing behind my head and looked down at me. She was the first girl to strike up a conversation. She wore a loose tank top and her cleavage was pretty dramatic. No bra I could see her nipples sticking out pretty intensely. Nice! Very nice.
Complimenting me at first she introduced herself as Erin. As if I needed a name. Somehow she knew my name but I just presumed she caught a peek at the front counters logbook where members and guests sign in. Yeah, not gonna tell you my full name, Del is good enough. You can just call me Dick instead. It's about my dick anyways. Erin pointed out her girlfriends as blah, blah, and Brenda. I remembered Brenda. The others? Not so much. Again, none of them were unfuckable should I go that route, just not as hot as Erin and Brenda.