You were paying for that speedo, not to mention the air fare, hotel and all the other expenses for that trip. Still, just being allowed to be in the presence of that 20 year old God, knowing he’d be pounding your husband’s ass all week long, was worth every cent.
You paid for the house….you’re still paying for it actually. You pay for the water he’s swimming in. Hell, you probably paid for that speedo that’s hugging his perfect twink ass so well….and yet, he still has the nerve to give you that look anytime you show up and he’s there, like you’re an inconvenience. The worst part is, every time he does, you get rock hard in your pants and start silently begging him to let you watch your husband pound his sweet ass on your bed.
When you asked your boyfriend to marry you, he accepted with one condition. You knew he’d been fucking some twink behind your back, and you’d lost count of how many loads you’d shot imagining it. You loved him, and he loved you, and all he asked for was that he could keep fucking him openly, without having to hide….well, that and paying for an extra ticket to bring him on your honeymoon.
A picture taken of me river swimming when I was younger - I was passing a small sports shop and saw these speedos hanging in the window. I thought there was something special about their cut that might be interesting so I asked to try them on in the changing room. I still remember how excited I was seeing what a great bulge they gave me and i felt very lean, muscular and potent wearing them. Although I’m large anyway there was something about the way they pushed my equipment up and out that meant my size was shown off to its best. The vertical silver stripes also made sure the curve in the bulge was as obvious as possible.
