The neon yellow-green spandex clings like a second skin, so sheer it might as well be wet painted on my muscle cock. Every ridge and vein shows through the translucent fabric, the head outlined so clearly it’s on display, the shaft pressing a thick, heavy bulge that the material can barely contain.

When I shift my hips the fabric stretches and grows even thinner, even more see-thru, turning transparent over the fat dick head, the color of my penis skin glowing under that bright, slick neon.

The wet sheen of pool water on my muscle body only makes it more wild. The spandex shrink wrapped to every contour, riding the underside of my balls and tracing the full length of my shaft like it’s trying to map every inch of penis meat.

One hard pulse and the head strains harder against the fabric, getting red and stretching around the swollen tip until the outline of the slit itself is visible. It doesn’t hide my cock. It frames my penis for your eyes.

My see-through package shifting and thicken, the spandex gripping so tightly it looks like it’s milking my cock while I stand here essentially naked and dripping.