As any lycra fetishist knows, masturbation and spandex often go hand in hand, but where you decide to put your hand to yourself can make the whole thing seem so more exciting...
The first time I ever jacked off wearing spandex outdoors was the night I bought my first pair of bike shorts. My parents had gone out for the evening a few minutes before, and my sister was spending a night away from home at a freind's. I took my bike shorts out from a secret drawer and went to my parent's walk-in closet which had a three way mirror at the end of it. I put on neon green t-shirt, my yellow night glasses, my red bike helmet, and a pair of athletic socks. Then, putting on one of my sister's rap CD's, I put on the shorts in almost a reverse striptease, and stretched about.
I went into my garage from the inside doorway, and got on my bike. Turning off the front light, and going out by the side door, I rode off into the night. It was dark out, but I knew where I was going. I raced along streets with my ass in the air to a park a few miles away. After I got off a trail, I shut off the lights, pedalling to a picnic area, a fairly isolated zone where couples were known to horizontally exercise. I decided to do the same, solo. ;-)
There was a picnic table underneath a tree. I checked to see that nobody was around, then got on the table. I pulled down my shorts then spread my knees, to let the warm spring air blow through my pubes. Then, I drooled on my hands and began to play with my thick mamba. I fantasized about doing my girlfreind from the rear in the same place, and getting caught by the vice squad as I was about to cum. If only it would become true....
It nearly did. For some reason, I looked to the right and saw a light come on in a house not too far away. Two people were speaking to each other. One picked up a pair of binoculars and looked right at me. I panicked when I discovered they were night visions! I pulled up my shorts as fast as I could just as he opened the door and went out into his backyard. I got on my bike and raced off as he came to the fence. I put on my light as I got on to a street, when I heard a car roar behind me, following me every place I went. This couldn't be happening, I thought....
The guy was probably part of some lynch mob, as he chased me around, shouting "pervert", "sinner" and "fag" at me out his window. I didn't look back, just ahead. Just then, as I went through a red light, the guy crashed into a cement truck. I stopped, then drove on. I was relived and excited, so much that I stopped and drove into a back alleyway at a mall nearby, where I decided to finish my masturbation session. I went to the far wall, behind some boxes, and took off both my shorts and shirt. Being naked except for a neon fanny pack outdoors was so exciting. I stuck my dick into the spandex key pouch of my shorts, and entered it again and again until I shot a huge load. To avoid anyone else catching me again, I headed home, looking out for cop cars. As I was entering my garage through a side door, one cop car went down my street. Lucky he missed me. I put my bike up on the hooks, then went upstairs and took a shower.
As I lay in bed, my sister phoned to tell me that she saw the accident scene when with her freinds, and that the guy who chased me was rushed to the hospital. What she doesn't know won't hurt her....
TO BE CONTINUED