Had a great time this afternoon, but you forgot your speedos at my place...

He's hot. His blue & white speedos fit him perfectly and show off his great package. He has a perfect Meditteranean tan, jet black hair, and a sensuousness about the way he shifts about on his towel.
"Gorgeous day, huh?" I say, sitting down beside him.
"Yea, it feels like summer!" He's got a deep, husky voice. And a days worth of stubble on his chin that accentuates his dark features.
"I'm Andrew."
"Michael."
We make smalltalk for a while, and lazily sip our drinks as we soak in the sun. Dolores Park is packed today: wall to wall flesh, bulges and speedos. I'm incredibly horny.
"Can you do me a favor?" Michael asks, reaching for his sunscreen.
"Sure!" I would love to.
I spread sunscreen on his back - savoring the feel of his taut muscles and spine under my fingers.
3 hours later, we're in my bedroom, entangled in each other's embrace. Michael is an
incredible fuck.
An hour after that, Michael is gone, and I find a pair of white and blue speedos in my bathroom, right near the shower. He had put his shorts back on, and had meant to put his speedos in his backpack... but probably forgot to.
Hey, no complaints here!

"Did it lead to sex?"

If you had walked into my apartment 10 minutes after that moment, you would have encountered the following in the kitchen: an empty Chunky Monkey icecream container on the counter, with 2 spoons in the sink, and a wet, sweaty t-shirt on the floor.
On the way to the bedroom, you would have seen Aaron's boxers strewn on the floor. (technically the red GAP boxers with a flamingo pattern are mine- I've had them for years). A few steps later, where Aaron tackled me, you would have seen a pair of white briefs.
In the bedroom, you would have seen both of us on the bed, aked & snuggled up together. At the foot of the bed, on the floor you would have seen a wet little handtowel we'd just soaked up our recently expended cum with. Aaron was dozing off, content in post-orgasmic bliss.
As I lay there, watching him sleep, I gently stroked his hair, thinking enjoy it while you can - you've only got a week left of it.