The band was scheduled to play in a restaurant/bar on the beach near the Florida state line. It was a beautiful summer evening. We had a nice place right on the water’s edge and the view from the balcony was breathtaking. We had a fabulous seafood lunch that was fresh and seasoned to perfection. Now as the sun began to drop and the wind softly blew with a nice cool touch, life was perfection. There was a feeling of anticipation and we knew this was going to be a great night, we just didn’t know how great.
At first I noticed how scantily clothed many of the girls were, then I returned to the reality that this was a beach town in the summertime, which equals near-naked people everywhere. Though I did notice a lady who was in advanced years wearing only a bustier top and a Daisy Duke type of skirt. Let’s face it, nature is not always kind to women over 60, the best choice is cover up what you can. Deeply tanned wrinkles covered her from head to toe and seeing her butt cheeks hanging below her skirt line made most of the band members chuckle.
The venue we were in that night was a nice one. The staff was friendly and there was a large deck provided for smokers. The deck had many windows that were at least 8-10 feet tall and they allowed for the smokers to be able to see the band and the people as they mingled, danced or talked inside. This enabled them to feel they were not missing anything while they satisfied thier smoking habit.
A young athletic looking guy got up and headed to the smoking deck. He wore jeans and a beachy-looking shirt that buttoned up. As he made his way to the exit I noticed that several girls stopped to talk to him. It was obvious that he was very popular with the ladies.
I turned back to the conversation at my table for a few minutes, then I looked up to see this athletic guy who had gone out. He walked right up to the glass of one of the tall windows that allowed smokers to look in and us to look out. I noticed the ladies at his table inside were staring right at him in the window, so I looked too. He reached to his crotch area and slowly unzipped his jeans. Then he began to open his pants, so I elbowed my cousin Sue and said “Look!”
He proceeded to take out his penis without hesitation. The girls from his table were laughing and pointing by then. My cousin’s mouth had dropped open and she was unusually silent. I know we should not have looked. It was much like when we are told, “don’t look” when we pass a bad wreck on the highway. But we are human and curious.
It was the most unusual thing I have observed. This gorgeous young man had some gold hardware or jewelry protruding from his penis. As much as I starred I could not figure out how this happened or how he could have endured the pain of having it done.
I thought I had seen everything until that evening; I realized I was wrong. He was very proud of himself, and I might say, rightfully so. When I tell this story to my friends, I call it my BeachFRONT view!
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