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From: eclipse
Date: 6/11/2004
Time: 6:49:04 AM
Remote Name: 64.12.116.196
I've had a lot of 'experiences, adventures, episodes,' etc. in lycra gear so its hard to define an 'exploit.' One of my most memorable was taking a day off from work one hot summer day and spending a few hours at an old gay theater in NYC. Wearing my black nylon lycra tights, white/black multi-pocketed cycle shirt and rubber c ring, I took the subway to the movies with an envelope of about 6 gay magazines I didn't want anymore (to leave around the theater during my cruising) and as fate would have it, I first ran into 2 company employees on their way to a project. They only ever saw me in my 3-piece business suit at the office. I was self-conscious about getting off the train at Times Square so got off at the next stop. By this time I already had a boner from all the attention on the crowded subway and platform but crossed over and took the subway back to Times Square. After about 3 hours of hot flicks and about 5 'encounters,' I decided to leave and as I'm waiting for the train home with still half a boner and a wet crotch -- who is also on the station waiting for the subway is my older brother who 'just happened to' get off work early that day. I must've turned purple as he says "what the hell is this?" (seeing me like this on a crowded subway). For some reason, I left all the mags around the theater but still had the large envelope, so in addition to futily cover my crotch, I told him I was playing messenger that day and didn't have to dress up. He knew my job position was 'WAY ABOVE MESSENGER,' but I let it go at that. He fortunately only stayed on for 2 stops with me (where he caught another train to his house) but rather than letting it embarass me, it actually got me more excited as I remained standing for the 20 minute ride home -- with the envelope at my side (just in case I might 'need it' again!) --with the c ring still keeping me hard inside my soaking wet tights. I 'took care of that' when I got home.
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