Now my husband is not a young man, but he is still a stud. Just yesterday I was entertained for a full two hours watching him clean the pond in a pair of thin red Speedos. Sun golden hairs glistening on his back and chest in the light. My face hurts from smiling.
When he bent over, a full view of his rather plump ball sack would have made a good centerfold for Bear Magazine. I thought to take a photo, but instead burned the vision into my brain for future use.
He is a hunk. I should have a website: Jack in his Speedos! Youtube, Here I come! But then again, he’s all mine and I don’t like to share. But looking is fair.
At the pool one afternoon, Jack assumes we’ll be alone, so he takes off his board shorts down to the “Red Revealer” – the Speedos! No one is there and he is enjoying himself, swimming under water, doing laps….
Soon a couple of the old gals from the neighborhood show up. It’s like they phoned each other, “Hey! Jack is in the pool with those red Speedos!”
“Come on down!”
“I’ll meet you there!”
The two older women struggle with the gate latch trying to finagle their walker and cane respectively. They bolt right in! Instead of going to sit in the deck chairs under the shade canopy as was their habit, they make a bee line directly to the water’s edge.
They stand watching intently as Jack continues to frolic in the water. They have become mesmerized by his masculine form, perhaps recalling their own husbands or lovers when they were younger men. They follow his movement as he swims.
Jack stays in the pool much longer than usual that day somewhat shy to reveal his male member beneath the wet see-through fabric of his worn suit, every curve and angle of his substantial manhood and powerful buttocks defined.
The old women like to look at young men. They linger for quite sometime until seeing Jack’s discomfort, I hand him a towel. He makes his exit gracefully. The towel flies in the breeze just long enough to satisfy the women’s efforts. Granny got an eyeful!
