That warm glow
after swimming, it's cooled down and you've got the bonfire going to dry your trunks and towels. Did that all the time down the river when I was a teen. Nice, Until the water bailiff turned up and made us put it out. We thought he was just an interfering bastard, and kept telling him he should be looking for the mink instead of bothering us, and he knew damn well we always put it out before we went home, but it does occur to me now, seeing this pic, he might have been looking for something else . . .
Thighs matterth
Well, perched on a high bar stool, this guy came up and said "Oh you have such strong thighs". (I was wearing shorts at the time.) Do you think he wanted something?(A bit later, this other guy came up to me and shot his hand right up inside my shorts and grabbed my balls. Amazing. I mean the speed of it! Practice, I reckoned. I spotted him later (he was so quick, by the time I turned to find out who'd done it all I saw was his back) and he kind of reminded me of a PE teacher at school. Hmm. Practice, like I said.)
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