Time for a jog.

After I spanked out another couple of orgasms, I pulled on my tightest briefs and stuffed myself into them. Then I pulled on another pair of tight briefs, just to be safe. A too-large pair of baggy basketball shorts and an overly long workout t-shirt complete my jogging outfit.

Do I look like a total dweeb? Yes. But at least I won't have to worry about exposing myself to anyone while I'm trying to get in a little exercise.

I spend the next 30 minutes or so jogging around Lakeview Park. It's not too far from my home, and it's got a great little running trail that follows the shore of a pristine lake. I get in about three miles, and I'm feeling great. The weather is fantastic, and the trail isn't too crowded at all. In fact, I've only seen a few other runners out here. Maybe it's because it's mid-morning and everyone else is at work or school.

As I'm cooling down with a nice little walk, I start to notice that my pits are kind of ripe. When I left to jog this morning, I decided to forgo deodorant. I'm not going to school today anyway, I figured, so why the hell should I bother with it?

Now, though, I'm reconsidering. I know what you must be thinking, that I must really have terrible body odor. But, honestly, it's not even that bad. Just a bit of musk.

The thing I'm regretting about the situation is that I kind of get off on my own manly scent. And now that I'm thinking about it, well, I can't help but smell it.

I can already feel my dick plumping up in my shorts. Before long, a huge mound will start showing no matter how many layers of tight briefs I've tried to strap it down with.

Fuck my life. This is how it always goes. I get mocked constantly for being "tiny," but the ridicule and humiliation I'd face if any one figured out how huge I really am would be even worse.

I glance down at my crotch and am relieved to see that, so far, my efforts to conceal my monster bulge are succeeding. Everything is fine, I tell myself. Just play it cool.

And that's when my phone starts buzzing.