Resident Perv - Part 1
It wasn't me, my perversions were well hidden and restricted to getting on the running machine behind a fantastic bum, motivation indeed to run that little extra distance.

This guy was an absolute, out and out creep. The gym I was a member of (Clements Hall in Hockley, Essex for those in the area) had the cardio machines taking up the most of the room and the weights facing them, so steroid glove wearers could make sure everyone saw them. This short, balding, comb over man perpetually in his red T-shirt and suspiciously baggy jogging trousers would position himself on one of the weight machines, put his hands in his pockets and watch over the running machines practically drooling and rubbing himself for hours at a time.

What bothered me about this wasn't the pseudo masturbation (see above), but the fact that he would hog the machine not allowing anyone brave enough or blind enough to go near it.

And let's face it, I wasn't the one going to wipe it down afterwards.
(Peacocke, Thu 9 Jul 2009, 22:51, Reply)