Cromwell105
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It was early 80s. With my acute 20/20 hindsight I should have followed the guy onto the train but alas I was too stupid. Here's another true story:
One afternoon I was on the beach, near the seawall, when I saw two guys in the early 30s, approaching from further down the sand. I was close to the steps that led to the road behind the seawall, and I guess they were done for the day because they put their towels down onto the sand and got their shoes out.
One of the guys, a long-haired dude, had on what looked like a pair of white tennis shorts, and his balls spilled out when he sat down on the towel. No underwear I guess. He took his time carefully cleaning the sand off his feet, hairless balls hanging out in full view, and I tried not to stare too obviously. His companion was right next to him and even got up in front of him to get his shirt out of the bag they were sharing, but didn’t seem to care that his friends had so much on display and evidently made no mention of it.
He finally put his shoes on and got up, tugging down the hemline of his shorts to cover up (so he knew) and then the other guy was finished and they both left. I had a flagpole in my trunks as I thought about how, with those shorts, he probably had been showing all afternoon to anyone who walked by, and wished I had done so myself.
One afternoon I was on the beach, near the seawall, when I saw two guys in the early 30s, approaching from further down the sand. I was close to the steps that led to the road behind the seawall, and I guess they were done for the day because they put their towels down onto the sand and got their shoes out.
One of the guys, a long-haired dude, had on what looked like a pair of white tennis shorts, and his balls spilled out when he sat down on the towel. No underwear I guess. He took his time carefully cleaning the sand off his feet, hairless balls hanging out in full view, and I tried not to stare too obviously. His companion was right next to him and even got up in front of him to get his shirt out of the bag they were sharing, but didn’t seem to care that his friends had so much on display and evidently made no mention of it.
He finally put his shoes on and got up, tugging down the hemline of his shorts to cover up (so he knew) and then the other guy was finished and they both left. I had a flagpole in my trunks as I thought about how, with those shorts, he probably had been showing all afternoon to anyone who walked by, and wished I had done so myself.