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We just got back from several hours of working out and swimming at our local Y. It was great; kids had a blast, hubby and I are exhausted, my arms feel like lead. Anyway.
In the big pool I couldn't help but notice this man swimming lap after lap in one of the lanes. He was a fairly big guy, well-built (the part I could see, anyway) and his form on his breast stroke and back stroke was absolutely flawless.
He set a leisurely pace as he sailed through the water, stroke after stroke, followed by the traditional artistic flip turn at each end. I was impressed and a bit jealous at his obvious skill and was delaying my turn in one of the lanes until he left. Ahem.
Finally he finished his workout and climbed out of the pool.
Groan. And then the entire complex couldn't help but notice his skin-tight black spandex swim trunks.
VERY tight swim trunks. So tight they made this fairly lean man look as if he had a huge gut, so tight they dug furrows into his thighs, so tight they showed the wrinkles in his dick. Positively pornographic.
I averted my eyes (and those of my children).
Perhaps it was the wrong way for him to boast about his, um, talents?
In the big pool I couldn't help but notice this man swimming lap after lap in one of the lanes. He was a fairly big guy, well-built (the part I could see, anyway) and his form on his breast stroke and back stroke was absolutely flawless.
He set a leisurely pace as he sailed through the water, stroke after stroke, followed by the traditional artistic flip turn at each end. I was impressed and a bit jealous at his obvious skill and was delaying my turn in one of the lanes until he left. Ahem.
Finally he finished his workout and climbed out of the pool.
Groan. And then the entire complex couldn't help but notice his skin-tight black spandex swim trunks.
VERY tight swim trunks. So tight they made this fairly lean man look as if he had a huge gut, so tight they dug furrows into his thighs, so tight they showed the wrinkles in his dick. Positively pornographic.
I averted my eyes (and those of my children).
Perhaps it was the wrong way for him to boast about his, um, talents?