sal ganuth

Mark had got to the end of the WNBR sooner than most. He was surprised that the marshals that were there prevented them from getting dressed, saying that they should stay naked until the last rider came in.
‘WTF?’ Mark looked round, dozens of them already there, hanging around in the city centre square, totally naked, and surrounded by clothed spectators with their cameras pointing at them.
“Smile!” shouted one.
“Hands down, mate. You just rode through the city centre bare assed naked. Don’t go shy on us now,” shouted another.
“Dang, this one is cute, right?” said another.
“Guys, c’mon, I’m not a piece of meat, you know,” replied Mark.
“No, course not. It’s just that I’d tap that,” grinned the first.
‘Lol, you’d tap or be tapped by anyone,” laughed the second.
“Hey, don’t embarrass the guy,” said the third, “I mean, we don’t want the lad to blush and get all that blood rushing round his body, now do we?”
“What, like blood rushing to that tasty looking bit of junk on him?”
“Guys, shut up,” Mark replied, with a rictus grin on his face. He could hear more bike riders coming into the square and he wondered just how long they would remain here naked. But Mark kind of liked the attention, it relieved the boredom a bit, and two of the guys were cute. He began to wonder what they would look like stood naked in the square.
“Look, he’s thinking about you,” one said to the other.
“What do you mean?”
“His cock twitched.”
There was a hush as they both stared at Mark’s junk. Mark becoming consciously aware of their gaze, and feeling his cock twitch, ‘Fuck’.
“Look, it twitched again.”
“Yeah, he’s coming up to have a better look at you.”
It only took a minute, maybe less, for Mark to go from soft to rock hard and twitching, his hood peeling back to reveal his head, his hands coming together to cover his junk.
“Dude, don’t. You know we’ve already seen, so no point in hiding it, right?”
There was some crazy logic to what the guy with the camera had said, so Mark dropped his hands back to his side, ‘I can’t believe this is happening.’
“Oh, be sure it is. Check out our blog tonight and you will be there, that’s for sure.”
“WTF. You can’t post pics of me naked and hard!” stammered Mark.
“Why not. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”
“Yes. But…”
“There you go. I mean, I read the rider notes. Says you are aware that photos will be taken of you and there’s nothing that you can do about it. To expect those pics to find their way onto the web. It’s what you signed up for really.”
“Woah, no, I, erm…” stammered Mark, still naked and still very hard.
“Tell you what, what’s your insta? Then you can see what everyone is saying about you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”