BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
Today we were driving back from lunch in Waikiki, and a beautiful specimen of hunkhood was running up Diamond Head Road . . . with the thinnest, shortest running shorts that showed he was strapped. I was driving (my husband’s shoulder has him in the passenger position currently), and I slowed to enjoy the sight of a very bubbly butt framed by those straps through his transparent shorts for longer.
My husband surprised the shit out of me when as we were almost next to the stud runner he yelled — “My husband is driving slow so that we can admire your jockstrapped ass.” Well, I was.
The runner turned but didn’t slow and grinned, waved and gave his waistband a pull and snap. I’ll admit to having to concentrate to not stop altogether or run off the road. My husband game my fattening cock a squeeze and smiled. He also turned his attention to the right side mirror and made no attempt to hide that he was getting another look at the runner.
When we got up to the lookout near the high point on the road, I turned in and backed into a space, so we could watch the runner pass. I’d seen him in the rearview, as my husband had seen him in the side mirror. But the full frontal view was better.
My husband surprised the shit out of me when as we were almost next to the stud runner he yelled — “My husband is driving slow so that we can admire your jockstrapped ass.” Well, I was.
The runner turned but didn’t slow and grinned, waved and gave his waistband a pull and snap. I’ll admit to having to concentrate to not stop altogether or run off the road. My husband game my fattening cock a squeeze and smiled. He also turned his attention to the right side mirror and made no attempt to hide that he was getting another look at the runner.
When we got up to the lookout near the high point on the road, I turned in and backed into a space, so we could watch the runner pass. I’d seen him in the rearview, as my husband had seen him in the side mirror. But the full frontal view was better.