“Hi, mind if I sit here with you and enjoy the view?” He indicated the bevy of beautiful young bodies that filled our field of vision from periphery to periphery. He told me his name was Jay He had the most wonderful set of pecs I’d seen in a long time, full and round and covered with thick, gray hair. The nipples were prominent and begged to be fondled or, preferably, sucked. He wore a ring in the left one. He was pleasant-looking and sported a neatly trimmed salt and pepper goatee. I chastised myself for the blatant lusting.
“No, have a seat,” I stammered, immediately checking out his ample package, not so subtly concealed under a red, white and blue Speedo. He smiled. He knew I had been looking him over.
“Wonderful view isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah.” I wasn’t sure which view he was referring to.
“Any of them belong to you?”
“Ah, yeah,” I mumbled, totally caught off guard. I described and indicated Andy.