>>937560595 (OP)What do you think he wears under those shorts? Whitey tighties? Man thong? Banana hammock? Nothing at all? No homo, but imagine running into him in the locker room after he just completed a lengthy, sweaty aerobics dance session and then he doffs his sweaty, musky man thong - the royal blue one with the sequins - and hands it to you. You cup it in your hands and bring it to your face and deeply inhale as the pile of sparkling cloth presses firmly against your nose. Then he takes them from your hands and seductively places it in your mouth like a gag before bending you over and gently, but firmly entering your backdoor. He slowly glides in and out of you, the only sounds are your muffled moans of ecstasy and the plapping of his loins against your firm cheeks. Finally, he fills you with his love and you stand up, letting all of the aids cum slowly dribble out. He thanks you and let's you keep the thong. You go home, happy and with your head up in the clouds.