In the dorm, his two roommates hadn't returned yet. Leo glanced at the time on his phone—it was nearly 10 PM—and that irrepressible restlessness began to surge again. Today he especially wanted to go out for some "exercise," not ordinary jogging, but the kind of exposure game full of extreme risk that sent adrenaline skyrocketing. He wore only loose black shorts and a thin white tank top, nothing underneath, his bare lower body faintly visible beneath the fabric. The moment he stepped out the dorm door, the night breeze slipped up his pant leg and brushed lightly over his already half-hard cock, drawing an involuntary low moan.
On the way to Riverside Park, every step made the sensitive glans rub against the inside of his shorts. Leo's breathing gradually quickened, his lower body rapidly engorging until it tented the fabric noticeably. He deliberately slowed his pace, savoring the anticipation of exposing himself in public, his heart pounding like a drum. At the riverbank, he chose a dimly lit spot beside the path, easily visible to passersby, and sat down. Occasionally night runners passed by; the distant sound of water lapping against the shore made the night feel especially quiet and dangerous.