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I like to keep a minimal level of tan during the summer months, both for appearance and to lower the risk of sunburn. My busy schedule provides little opportunity to lie in the sun outdoors, so I periodically visit a tanning salon. In the past I occasionally stopped by a tanning salon on my way to work, first thing in the morning. The reason I chose this particular establishment was that it was open early, unlike most. Usually, at the hour I came, there were no other patrons present. The business was owned and staffed by a divorced guy in his fifties, who also had a jewelry-making business on the side. He normally worked in a small jewelry shop near the reception area. He was polite and friendly, but never did he give me any indication that he was open to gay pursuits. I might add here that I am a straight-acting, isvecbahis in-shape, 62 year old, married professional with family. No one would ever suppose that I might have interests that involved uninhibited sex with men. When I tan in the tanning bed I always wear a thong, mainly because of the nice tan lines, but also because of the sexy feel. Sometimes, if I am feeling really horny, I will wear a tiny ?torpedo? thong that features a torpedo-like tube into which I insert my penis, together with a sack-like pouch below for my balls. Other than that, it is a G-string thong. The tanning booth has a full-length mirror on the back wall, so I can see the visual effect. On one such tanning visit, the proprietor was absent, and the salon was staffed by a trim, attractive guy of around 30 years old. isveçbahis giriş He wore earrings, along with a summer shirt and very short cut-offs. He told me his name was Scott, and that he was the owner?s nephew. We interacted briefly at the counter, during which time I caught myself looking at him rather longingly. He led me back to the booth and set the time on the time switch just outside the door. I couldn?t help but stare at his tight bubble butt I as followed him back. I thanked him, entered the booth, and closed the door. I stripped completely and donned my torpedo thong. With the lingering visual image of the young man, I completely filled the torpedo, causing it to stretch and conform to the outline of my swollen cock. I activated the switch on the tanning bed, but to my chagrin, nothing isveçbahis yeni giriş happened. I had experienced this before on rare occasions, and in such cases I had to get the attendant to come back and reset the timing switch. So, I cracked the door slightly and called out down the hallway for Scott. I really didn?t want to go to the trouble of getting dressed, so I hid myself behind the door and looked through the crack to communicate. Scott fumbled with the outside timer, but without success. He said he would have to come in and reset the switch on the bed. I paused for a moment, thinking over the prospect of this young man seeing me in such erotic attire. But, being the closet exhibitionist that I am, and excited at the opportunity to shamelessly expose myself and my arousal to another guy, I consented. I backed away from the door and he entered. As he did, his gaze immediately focused on my ?torpedo.? Not only did he have an unobstructed frontal view, but the mirror on the back wall gave him a view of my backside as well.