Socrates
USG Member
- Location
- Exeter, UK
When I was younger, about 18, my parents had a yacht. We’d spend the summer cruising the Mediterranean.
it became entirely normal for me to spend the time all day and every day wearing just a pair of thin strap tanga swim briefs….. several sizes too small for me, with a tiny front and a half back. It was just…. Normal…. To be dressed like that. Even then I used to shave, using, to my horror now, those old fashioned razors with a removable blade. I’d wear the tanga in low rise mode. Ie. The front just above the base of my dick. The back….. well… it didn’t have much to cover. I’d be oblivious to my appearance. This was in puerto banus….. one of the most prestigious marinas in the med. I’d wander around without a care.
I had long blonde hair. I guess I looked quite girly.
anyway, one day, we were in the balieric Islands, anchored off the beach.
I took the dinghy ashore and because I was all salty I decided to take a shower in the cubicles lining the beach. I was in there a few minutes when someone knocked on the door. He was German, saying that we needed to share as all the cubicles were busy. I can speak German, so I understood. I unlocked the door.
He thanked me and started chattering, removing his trunks before he said to me ‘you can’t shower properly with those on. You must remove them!!’ So I did.
I saw that he was hard. I had a semi. In those days….. get this…. I didn’t know how to….. take care of myself. So I lived a sort of permanent frustration. I’d just…. Get hard…. And that was all.
I could feel him…. Bumping into me occasionally.
he said a few things to me about…. Me. Like, complimentary stuff. I developed something more than a semi, facing away from him. He told me to turn round. I did. And he saw the….. state of me. He said it was ‘normal’ to be like that.
Nothing happened. I finished showering. He left. I then had to spend a while ‘dearousing’ myself so tht I cld put my tiny tanga briefs back on.
I went back aboard and sunbathed on deck…. With my tanga very very low.
it became entirely normal for me to spend the time all day and every day wearing just a pair of thin strap tanga swim briefs….. several sizes too small for me, with a tiny front and a half back. It was just…. Normal…. To be dressed like that. Even then I used to shave, using, to my horror now, those old fashioned razors with a removable blade. I’d wear the tanga in low rise mode. Ie. The front just above the base of my dick. The back….. well… it didn’t have much to cover. I’d be oblivious to my appearance. This was in puerto banus….. one of the most prestigious marinas in the med. I’d wander around without a care.
I had long blonde hair. I guess I looked quite girly.
anyway, one day, we were in the balieric Islands, anchored off the beach.
I took the dinghy ashore and because I was all salty I decided to take a shower in the cubicles lining the beach. I was in there a few minutes when someone knocked on the door. He was German, saying that we needed to share as all the cubicles were busy. I can speak German, so I understood. I unlocked the door.
He thanked me and started chattering, removing his trunks before he said to me ‘you can’t shower properly with those on. You must remove them!!’ So I did.
I saw that he was hard. I had a semi. In those days….. get this…. I didn’t know how to….. take care of myself. So I lived a sort of permanent frustration. I’d just…. Get hard…. And that was all.
I could feel him…. Bumping into me occasionally.
he said a few things to me about…. Me. Like, complimentary stuff. I developed something more than a semi, facing away from him. He told me to turn round. I did. And he saw the….. state of me. He said it was ‘normal’ to be like that.
Nothing happened. I finished showering. He left. I then had to spend a while ‘dearousing’ myself so tht I cld put my tiny tanga briefs back on.
I went back aboard and sunbathed on deck…. With my tanga very very low.
And I'm happily conjuring mental images of you in your skimpy swimmers