We had a weather event in our region recently and many residents outside of the downtown area had lost power. During this time, I noticed a handsome salt and pepper daddy in our building’s gym. He worked out with a much younger woman I had seen around a lot. I wasn’t sure if he was her new bf or her biological father/older relative who stayed with her while he had no power at home. It was kind of hard to tell, and honestly it could easily be either.

He left the gym with me and we waited for the elevator together. I noticed he was trying to hide his crotch area with his hands, but I could tell he had an erection that was spiraling despite his best effort to conceal it.

I told him it was ok and smiled. I think that put him in a tough spot because I had called him out on his growing erection. It would be weird if he kept covering it. So he let go of his hands.

In the elevator I looked at the tenting of his gym shorts with an erection straining under the synthetic fabric. Poor man couldn’t get it down. And I wouldn’t let him. I made eye contact and smiled to encourage his erection more. He started chuckling nervously because, well, it was so odd. I stepped out of the elevator and gave him one last admiring look. He had a visible wet spot on his gym shorts where the tip was, and I was sure it wasn’t sweat. We smiled and I said good night before the elevator doors closed.

That was the last that I saw of him and he hasn’t been back in our building or gym. I don’t know who he was or what he was doing in our building. But I am thankful for the bomb cyclone daddy who made a brief appearance in my life.