I was walking through a quiet alley in the afternoon sun when I spotted him — a good-looking guy loading bags into his trunk.
My eyes dropped. He was wearing nothing but a white jockstrap under his open jeans.
“Nice underwear,” I said, smirking.
He laughed, a little surprised. “Thanks… my girlfriend got it for me.”
The air got thick. We kept talking anyway, casual on the surface, but the tension was building.
Finally I couldn’t hold back.
“Pull your pants down. I want to see it properly.”
He hesitated for a second… then did it. The jockstrap looked even better up close — tight, framing everything.
I pulled out 2000 and held it out to him.
“For a better look.”
He took the money with a shy grin.