Jack and Jones black briefs. As I was walking along the seafront in a part of Crete I came across four items of male swimwear hanging on a promenade railing to dry in the late morning sun. I recall a pair of pink swim shorts and something more akin to navy budgie smugglers amongst the drying items. The Jack and Jones briefs had fallen from the railings onto the raised brick wall. I sat next to the briefs and put my bag down so they were now hidden in the space between. Stopping to smoke a cigarette having checked who was around, I couldn’t see anyone who might own these items around, either on the small beach below or on the walkway. There was a van with some people outside further up but they weren’t looking my way. Somehow, I ended up scooping up the pants, putting them in my bag and then walking away as if nothing had happened. Further out of sight I transferred the still wet briefs into a carrier bag. Later, on arrival back at my room they were now both warm and wet. There was some shingle from the sea still in the crotch area. I swear there was pre-cum still in them too. I put them on and became instantly aroused. I don’t really need to tell you the end of the story except that it had a happy ending. Well, for me at least. I’m not sure about the owner who may be wondering what happened to them!

I’m in selfie mode today ….

Rear view ….

Sweaty in swimwear in Crete…….

I need something to do with these empty hands!!

Smooth ……

After my first ever upper body wax!

Ripe & ready …..

Jubilee Queen …

In my hotel bed …

In the open air pool, part of the spa complex in Bath.

Elderflowers……

I think my mate is brassed off! 😂

Large as life …

I smell so good …..

Blue eyes …..

Mischievous me…..

In the garden …..

I don’t often get my daddy body out so here’s a rare offering!

Evening look. It’s man make up ….