I watched him from across the pool. I thought it was pretty brave of a man his age to be wearing a shiny red speedo like that, and of course it caught my eye. Speedos do that to me. It doesn't matter who's wearing them, how sexy they look in them, or how old they are. When I see a Speedo, I do a double take every time. I can't wear Speedos. I'd be a walking erection. Instead, I wear my boxer swim suit and I conceal the erection I get watching the braver men in Speedos, just like him... my latest peep show.
I sat there in the beach chair, dark sunglasses on, watching him talk to the woman serving drinks at the poolside bar. His hair was wet, but drying in the hot Hawaiian sun. His body had a tan like he'd been there for only a few days, unlike mine. The tan of a man who's been living on the island for years. I couldn't help but admire his body. He must have been in his mid to late forties, but his stomach was still taught, his chest was still tight, his legs were still firm, and his ass... sat on his hips like two plum tomatoes in that red Speedo. His package was not in my line of sight, but I knew that wouldn't last. Eventually he'd have to turn away from the poolside bar, and then I'd get a look at that package in his Speedo, something I was hoping I'd eventually get to see unpackaged before the sun started to set.
I saw him sign his hotel tab, and it happened. He turned. I swallowed as I stared from behind my dark sun glasses at his Speedo encased package, pressing tight against his material. I could make out the shape of his penis, arching upwards, his balls being cupped tightly by the glistening red lycra. I swallowed again. I had to have this man.
Being 34, I figured he must have been at least 10 years older than me, possibly more than that, but the erection growing between my legs was continued proof for me that age doesn't get in my way, as long as there's a Speedo wrapped around a male's hips. He moved closely along the side of the pool with his drink in hand. It was one of those cute tourist drinks with the paper umbrella and a piece of pineapple. He had a manly gait. A stong confident stride that shifted his package from right to left and back as he made his way to his chair not far from mine. He came along side it, and turned his back to me as he set his drink down on the table next to his chair. As he bent to lower his glass to the table, my mouth watered as I stared at his ass, his cheeks spreading as he bent, and catching a glimpse of his Speedo encased balls between his legs. Ah what a view! I watched him navigate himself into his chair, and recline himself to bake in the perfect afternoon sun. His pecs and abs soaking in the sun were beginning to glisten with a light coat of persperation, sparkling. I subtly shifted my now raging erection so as to conceal it's size from anyone who may be watching. Seeing him spread out on that chair, I just knew I had to have him.
I got up from my chair and started to walk to the poolside bar; a route that would take me right past his hott reclined body. I walked slowly and got a closer look at this sexy being. He had blond hairs on his legs and chest that had a sublte wave of a curl. The hair on his head, though thinning, was slightly darker than the hairs every where else... I wondered how his bush looked... if he trimmed it, or if it was a tight mass of curls. His package looked wonderful as it relaxed between his legs. He was about the same size as me, from what I could tell. I moved on, and got my drink from the bar. I headed back towards my prey preparing to drop my drink's napkin on his leg as I passed him by. When I got to the foot of his chair, I let it go and it floated down and landed on his shin. He stirred and raised his head from the chair, flexing his abs as he looked to see what had landed on him. I turned to him and apologized as I quickly grabbed the napkin. I let my fingers run along his shin as I grabbed for my napkin, trying to gauge his reaction. My touch didn't phase him, and his gaze shifted to my face from his shin. I pushed my glasses up onto my head and reached a hand out to shake his.
"The name's Joe. What's yours?"
"Charles. Having trouble with your napkin?" he asked.
I gave a quick chuckle, "Heh, yeah, sorry about that."
"No problem. Enjoy your drink."
