I really like the skimpiness of what they're wearing. It hardly covers the 'essentials', with the one on the left especially exposing a good deal of the hair around his cock and balls. And with both of them you can clearly see the shape of the bell-ends of their nobs underneath the material. I wish we could see them with backs turned. Are their bums exposed except for a thin cloth running up their bum-clefts? I wanna think so.
Reminds me of one of my several cop confrontations something like 40 years ago, when on a hot day I travelled to a particular town where I wouldn't be known and wanted to try out in a park wearing something like what these guys are doing - maybe not quite as revealing but definitely in that direction.
Lacking the nerve at first, I went to a pub in my army surplus shorts, had a few pints and got myself pissed enough to give me the courage to do it. In the park in some bushes I changed out of shorts and put on this slip of cloth. Originally it would have been white, probably a rag torn from some old shirt or vest, which I then would have stained (piss and shit, most likely) to give it a well-used appearance. Then I went out to where a lot of people were sunbathing and lay down on my back on the grass. Some others were in bathing trunks, some just shirtless, and I suppose I was the least clothed of all, but with the beer inside me I didn't care. It gave me a buzz of excitement. However, very soon I was rather alarmed to find I was getting a boner, which, if it came up fully, would put a strain on and threaten to loosen or even unfasten my loincloth. As I lay there trying to think of something else non-sexual I sensed from the corner of my eye someone approaching, a man in black pants and blue shirt - and a helmet. A cop! And he was walking straight towards me! Oh shit! How the fuck had he known? Had someone rung them up and reported me? - though this was well before the time most people had mobile phones so if someone had done so they'd have had to go and look for a phone box.
He approached me and stopped with his shadow falling over my near-naked body:-
"You can't wear that here!" he gruffly said.
"Why not?" I meekly answered, all innocence (My potential boner had virtually receded by then).
"It's not decent enough. Haven't you something else to put on?"
I wasn't going to argue.
"My shorts" I said, pointing to my army surplus haversack.
"Pull them on!" he ordered.
"There's nowhere to get changed" I pleaded, ignoring the fact that I'd just used the bushes.
"Put them on over!" he said, exasperation starting to come through.
I got up, muttering to myself, but not daring to turn round to reveal my almost totally naked backside with just the thin strip of cloth in my bum-cleft.
Noticing my reluctance to show my back he ordered me "Turn around!" - so I had to - and showed off what was - or wasn't - there.
He shook his head, tut-tutting - "Go on, get them on! I'm not leaving till you do."
So, standing up and bending over to get my haversack open and extract the shorts, trying not to expose more than he could already see, I then stepped into them. loincloth still in place, lifted them into place and buttoned them up.
"That's better" he growled. "Now stay decent. Dress modestly and keep out of trouble!"
He left me sitting there on the grass, red-faced, with many eyes glaring in my direction. Oh, the shame! 😒
Ouch! Just another of my life's embarrassments, many of them likewise with the cops - though this particular incident was mild in comparison with some other cop encounters I've had, which I'll detail in future posts.
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