You can't even call this masturbation, exactly, although it is self-induced orgasm, just with hands off. My penis has been arranged to point up to 12 o'clock, the stretchy leotard fabric holding it snug against my lower abdomen. I sit quietly in the stands, innocent and well-behaved as can be, my hands clasped under my chin. I admire all the terrifically sexy lithe young female bodies displayed in their sleek leotards. I just sit still and admire and admire until... I pop my rocks. And no one's the wiser. The leotard helps both to caress my root and add to the stimulation, and to contain the cum.
Women's gymnastics is the only spectator sport I like to watch. Is it any wonder?[/i]