He was wearing a t-shirt and rather short gym shorts. We looked at each other for a moment. I'm pretty sure I wasn't breathing I was so nervous. Then ...ithout saying a word, he slid he shorts down revealing his already hard cock. It appeared just like it had in his picture, about six inches long, cut, cleanly shaved and rather thick. Without thinking about it, and probably still without breathing and a significant lump in my throat, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. I felt the. Fred jogged, exercised, and ate right to maintain his nice physique, still the black man dwarfed him. The black lifeguards were also getting a lot of attention from the ladies too, each one already fucking several and the season had just started.What really sent shivers of jealousy up Fred's spine was that the black man had a big cock. He glanced down at the black man's crotch, even now there was this huge, obscene bulge taunting him with its superiority and Fred had always been proud of his. We watched some crappy Friday night TV and a film until it got dark. Our front room overlooks a street, busy with traffic during the day but dead at night, however, at the weekend, the street was used by plenty of drunk people heading home from town. We left the window ajar with some music on very low so we could hear anyone coming down the street. My wife sat in a chair that I had positioned looking out the window. She wore only a dressing gown and a smile. We sat in the dark so nobody could. Miranda's creamy skin and golden hair glowed in the light of the full moon. Her fishnet clad legs carried her in long, purposeful strides. Her full, perky breasts bounced alluringly above the low cut bodice of her short black dress with every step. With frizzy, mouse brown hair, a build she didn't know how to utilize and a face that was more pleasant than pretty, Heather felt drab by comparison. She brushed at her black t-shirt and the front of her jeans self consciously. "Let's get.