I love to sunbathe in my speedo for the sexy tan lines. At least, I think it's sexy.
First, a little about me. I'm early 40's, never married, and compete in sprint triathlons to stay in shape. I'm six feet tall, 180 pounds, and a swimmers build. I started shaving my body years ago, as many swimmers and cyclists do, for the perceived advantage it gives. Honestly, that's my excuse if asked about it, but I love the way I look and feel smooth. I've had my share of women. It was always good sex, but it never really clicked.
Even today, men wearing tiny speedos is thought to be gay, so to protect my privacy, I always sunbathe in secret. I had found a great spot in the mountains. You had to have 4-wheel drive to make it up an abandoned logging road, and then had a challenging hike down to a creek. There was a clearing next to a pool in the creek that was my favorite place. I laid my towel out, stripped down to my speedo, turned on some music and lay down to soak up some sun. I was about to drift off to sleep when I was startled by a crack. It sounded like someone had stepped on a stick, breaking it. I sat up to see a man walking into my clearing. He was about my height and well put together. I'd guess he had 25 to 30 pounds on me, and it was all muscle. The straps to his backpack outlined his muscular chest. He was wearing a t-shirt, cargo shorts and hiking boots.
"Sorry to startle you, but I was attracted by your music, and when I saw you, I was hoping you might like some company. I love classic rock, too."
I was embarrassed to have been caught by this georgious man, but there was no use trying to cover up now. "I'm surprised that you found me. I didn't think anyone else would ever be so far out in the middle of nowhere."
He asked, "Why are you wearing a bikini way out here? Why don't you lay out in the nude?"
"I love having the tan lines, I think they are sexy."
"Sexy to men or women? I would be surprised if any women would think that."
The song "Crazy on you" by Heart came on. He continued, I love Heart, especially this song. It reminds me of my wife sucking my cock so many years ago. I really miss her warm mouth going crazy on me."
As he was talking, he put his backpack down and unfastened his belt and shorts and let them drop to the ground. He pulled his boxers down and stepped out of his shorts and boxers.
I looked at his cock in awe. It was getting hard and was pointing at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He stepped towards me, straddling me as I continued to sit om my towel. He had a beautiful cock, nice thickness and 7 inches long, and it was inches from my face.
"You have the wrong idea. I'm not... I'm not..."
I don't care whether or not you're gay. I want you to go crazy on my cock like my wife used to do. Listen to the music. Suck my cock."
