I'm reminded of the time, I was about 30, when I had designed my first house for clients; I was also the general contractor. It was a large house in the country overlooking a scenic river.
The husband of the couple was a gorgeous hunk of a man, slightly taller than me--so probably 6'-3" and about 210#. I thought he was really handsome fully clothed; I had known him socially for several years. He helped us quite a lot on site with mostly hard labor sorts of things. One day he was helping the stone mason: hauling stones around, lifting them up onto scaffolding, mixing mortar etc. It was a beautiful early summer day, and he accidentally poured a bit of wet mortar down his sweaty T-shirt and it got into his loose fitting gym shorts....and down into his public hair, on his dick and balls! Well, there was nothing to be done except to go to the water hose, strip and rinse it all out. There were probably 6-8 guys working that day, and I was the boss, AND he was my client, AND I was back in the closet at that time....but damn! I wanted to help him rinse off! I would have scrubbed him down...and more. Bill was very muscular, had a nice light pelt of fur on his chest and abs, and the best 6-pack I had seen at that point.
And, he had a wonderful cut cock that was 8x6 as I remember it even at half-staff.
That image fed many of my bate sessions for years.
Later that summer, it was my turn. We got into the habit of the whole crew walking down to the river at the end of long days and going for a swim, but the first day Bill proposed it, I was commando and had no swim trunks with me as everyone else did. Bill said, "C'mon it's just us guys!" Somehow, I managed to not display a wooden to my client and crew, but we all had trunks after that.
