his white thong to his best friend Greg Bibins' graduation party. It was a pool party. All eyes were on Adam as he shucked his pants to reveal the scant white thong. He heard a few girls whisper and even a few guys commented on the fact that you could almost see his thick cock through the thin material. From the corner of his eye Adam noticed Greg's father eyeing up his fit young body. Adam loved the attention. He dove in the pool and swam a few laps around before emerging from the water, soaking wet. His thong clung to him like a second skin wrapping itself around his thick prick, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Mr. Bibins let out an audible gasp at the sight of Adam in his wet thong. Adam smiled to himself, knowing that he was driving his best friend's father wild with desire. Adam made his way into the house to use the rest room, not bothering to wrap a towel around his waist and therefore exposing himself to everyone he passed. Again he heard comments about his sexy body and choice of exhibitionistic swimwear.

Adam made his way down a deserted hallway and vanished into the rest room. When he was finished three minutes later he open the door, prepared to step back into the hallway. But standing in the doorway blocking his exit was Mr. Bibins. Adam smiled and said hello as he was forced to squeeze past his buddies dad.

"Excuse me." said Adam with a bit of a smile in his eye.

"Certainly." said Mr. Bibins, not budging an inch to let the teen through.

Adam began to wiggle past Mr. Bibins; Bibins put his hand out allowing it to gaze the youth's thong clad dick. Their eyes met and Adam saw lust in the eyes of his friend's father.

"Sorry," leered Mr. Bibins, acting as though touching Adam's cock were an accident. "Nice swim suit," he whispered looking down at Adam's package.

"Thank-you, Sir."

"You'll have to come over to "swim" more often," said the older man with a suggestive wink.

"Yes Sir," replied Adam slipping past Mr. Bibins and walking slowly down the hall.

Mr. Bibins just stood there openly staring at his son's friend. Watching his rounded ass jut out and jiggle slightly as he made his way down the hall. Adam looked back over his shoulder and gave his friend's father a big smile to say,

"Thanks for the attention. I enjoyed performing as much as you enjoyed watching." Then he was gone and back to join his friends at the party.

Adam had jacked off every day this past week thinking about that encounter. Today Adam was going to lay out in his back yard and put on another show; this time for his neighbor, Mr. Hopkiss. Mr. Hopkiss had lived next door to Adam and his family for a few years now. Adam guessed him to be in his early 50's or so. He was in good shape and had the good looks of a movie matinee idol of the 1940's or 50's. There was something very “Cary Grant” about him. And except for the slight graying around his temples, he did not look his age at all.

Adam had been trying to get a handle on him for a while now. He didn't really know the man at all except to say a quick hello as they