Wear the Spandex

You shrug, thinking that if the spandex was good enough to wear back in highschool it was good enough now. As you look in the mirror, you can't help but grimace at the meager outline of your flaccid penis, as well as the roundness of your ass. You looked more like a girl than a man. Your thoughts hardly strayed to the fraying material of the tight shorts, or how they were quickly becoming transparent. Instead you saw the clock nearly at nine, and booked it to the park where you planned to meet Courtney.

It was a few minutes past nine as you pulled in, and you recognized the body of your old teammate standing beside her car. Pulling up beside her, you quickly hopped out and said hello. Her gaze immediately dropped to your crotch, lips contorting in a barely contained grin which made your heart race.

"Good to see you again anon... I see you've still got your old spandex."

You rub your neck sheepishly, saying it was the only clean clothes you had left.

Courtney laughed at that, following up with a sly "At least you aren't stuffing the crotch anymore. Now cmon, let's get the run started!"

That comment takes you off guard, and you instinctively put a hand down to cover your crotch. It was true, you'd padded your crotch with toilet paper back in high school, but how did she know that? As you began jogging away from the parking lot, you contemplated asking her.