Less than 15 minutes ride from where I live there is a section of parkland where the ravages of development have been kept at bay in spite of the highways and developed park lands adjacent. It is obviously a used acreage as there are worn foot paths snaking through, but it is mostly varied long grass, trees and bushes.
Recently, whenever the weather has been mild I have used the virgin bushland space to break up my ride by tethering the bike to a fence and going for a walk through the bushland.
One Tuesday afternoon, as I neared the bushland, the movement of my perineum left and right across the racing seat of my push-bike had the effect of causing my penis to swell, and I had a noticeable erection when I stepped off the bike and locked it securely to the Cyclone fence.
Like most cyclists, wearing lycra riding shorts mean there is no need to wear underwear. As I began walking away from the bike and along the path, the slight movement of the sky blue lycra across my genitals kept my penis hard.
After walking for a few minutes, I noticed two men I estimated to be aged in their forties, standing near a tree talking to one another.
As I passed, one said, 'G'day mate. Have you been riding a long way?'
'Nah. Twenty minutes. I'm getting used to a new bike. A 19th birthday present from my girlfriend last week,' I said.
'You look like you enjoyed the ride,' he said pointing at my still swollen penis, erect from the effect caused by the gentle rubbing of the fabric of my riding shorts.
I was very embarrassed when he said this and I mumbled something incoherent.
He said, 'Don't be embarrassed. Apparently it happens to plenty of men riding bikes, particularly for a young lad like you'
'Is that true? Well it affected me too. Lucky it's private around here,' I said feeling as though my face was getting very hot. 'I wouldn't like to walk around with an erection showing in places more public than here.'
The other man he had been with as I approached seemed to have wandered away.
The friendly guy I had been talking to said, 'I'd be proud to show one like yours off to everybody. I would love to see yours in the flesh. If I show you mine, will you show me yours?'
This friendly stranger appeared to be harmless enough and didn't appear to be threatening in any way, but I was shocked and confronted, and I was completely unprepared for such a rude proposition.
With an embarrassed smile on my face, I said, 'You're kidding aren't you?'
I thought that this was the time to leave and just pass it off as a bit of a joke between blokes.
He asserted himself and said, 'No! Not kidding.'
