Over the past year, I've discovered a love for running. Around the neighborhood, or at any number of nearby parks.
I've also discovered that I enjoy running commando, using just the lining in my running shorts for support. Which has led to now enjoying running with that lining pushed to the side with nothing but the shorts to cover me.
A few weeks ago I challenged myself to run a full 5k at one of the parks, non stop, and pseudo-commando. If I got hard, so be it. If I came out while stretching, so be it.
I finished the run, and was ecstatic for doing so. It was farther than I'd ever run.
Dusk had turned to dark by the time I got back to the quiet parking lot where my car was waiting.
Not wanting to go home yet, I decided to stretch a minute. Thoughts of my wife wearing some of the tight clothing I'd observed on my run got me hard.
My shorts were soaked with sweat, and I wasn't looking forward to sitting in them for the ride home. "What the hell," I thought.
Empty parking lot, dark night.
I opened my car door and turned off the interior lights. Before I got in, I slid my shorts to the ground. I picked them up, then stood up straight to let my dick get some air. Ten seconds later I was in the car.
"I'm coming," I texted my wife, snickering at my double meaning.
"Don't forget to run by the pharmacy for me. You can use the drive thru."
"Will do."
Before starting the car, I laid the seat back and stroked for a few minutes. Just gently, almost as if part of my post run recovery. Remembered my college girlfriend telling me about doing similar things after she worked out.
Decided it was time to go, so I buckled in and headed to the drug store, still pantless.
The bright lights and cameras of the pharmacy had me second guessing. But I calculated that if anyone could see me, it would only be the pharmacist herself, and she wasn't likely to notice that I was rock hard again when she asked if she could help me with anything else, after handing me the prescription.
"All good, thanks!"
I drove home one handed, gradually building up my speed and grip for what I hoped would be an explosion as I pulled into the neighborhood.
I exceeded my expectations, and had to use my shirt to catch as much as I could. After I licked my hand clean, I used my shorts to get the rest. As the garage door closed, I slid my shorts back on, headed inside, and quickly showered.
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