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I’d only been there for three days but I had already discovered that my house sitting summer job was a lot better than I’d thought, and I had already been quite pleased with the cash it would make me for my junior year in college!
The shy 18-year-old from next door was not too shy to be a voyeur through the one space of fence that allowed visibility into the back yard of my place, and with a cute stud like him watching my exhibitionism was boundless.
After seeing his cum on the fence where he’d jerked off watching me tan nude I strode back into the house groping my pole as I went. Less than a minute after I walked through the door giant blobs of white goo splashed down onto the polished hardwood floors in the dining room. I’d be rock hard for hours and that was all it took to push me over the edge. Quickly I cleaned up the mess and then headed for a relaxing shower to clean of the chlorine, sweat, and suntan lotion.
Coming out of the shower I wrapped the towel around my waist then headed to the kitchen to fix dinner. I slouched down into a ultra-soft leather couch in the den to watch something on TV as I ate. The advantage of living alone: nobody to complain about where I ate, my lack of table manners, or how I dressed for dinner. Rather, how I didn’t dress for dinner! I’d loosened towel at my waist and now it just draped across my crotch and wrapped around my left side but the entire right side was uncovered, which worked well in the warm house. I preferred to enjoy fresh air flow so I had turned the air conditioning off and left the doors and windows on the back of the house open when I was home. A slight breeze made the 75 degree air feel comfortable and the heavenly couch lulled me to complacency.
Finally near 11:00 I decided it was time to head for bed. In the morning I was going hiking with Norm, a guy I’d met at work so I wanted a good nights rest. Getting up from the couch I grabbed my dinner plate in one hand and the towel in the other, dropping one off in the kitchen and the other on the bathroom towel rack before brushing my teeth. Then flopping down on top of my bed in the warm night air I quickly drifted off to dreams of more erotic shows for Jason, who somehow melted into Norm.
A horn grabbed my attention around 7:00 as I simultaneously packed the lunch I’d just prepared into a small backpack and finished the last bites of breakfast. I grabbed the lunch, shoved the last bit of toast in my mouth and with a last gulp of juice headed to the door to see a grinning Norm coming up the walk from his Jeep. The entire morning was spent in the deep forest climbing steep hills and giving us a good workout. The hot weather combined with our work had quickly made both of us strip off our shirts and the sweat freely ran down the ripples in my muscled body. Norm was a few years older than I—probably near 30—and very slender. Nice guy but totally straight and the more I knew about it him the more irrelevant that became anyhow: he definitely wasn’t my type.
Shortly after noon we reached our destination, a plateau with a breath taking view of what seemed like forever. There we stopped and enjoyed the panorama as we consumed our lunches, then began the much less taxing descent.
It was around 5:00 when Norm dropped me off at home once again and I was ready to relax. What clothes I was wearing scattered on the floor as I walked through the house to the shower, then examining the collection of old clothing I’d dug out of my stored box the previous day I selected a very worn jockstrap, the pouch sporting a few small holes where the fabric had given out over time. Hoping Jason might be out for a look over the fence, I paused to eye myself in the mirror to size up what he’d get a view of. My rock solid body looked good and my time tanning over the past couple of days accentuated the muscle sculpted frame. Nothing too hulk-ish, but a pleasing balance of lean body fat and hard-won muscle on my six-foot frame. The tattered jock strap held me in place but the dilapidated pouch sagged from old, deceased elastic and the worn holes tantalized with peeks at my dick and balls. Turning around I looked over my shoulder to see my fleshy but well muscled ass cheeks cupped by the jocks worn straps. My dick surged as I considered the image I would be presenting. I looked around for my suntan lotion before realizing it was still outside from the night before, and sauntered out the dining room sliding glass doors. A furtive glance towards the short run of low fence showed no sign of Jason, but no matter: I suspected he’d show up before long. At least I sure hoped he would.
I sauntered over to the back corner of the yard enjoying the sun on my exposed skin and dug into the shed that housing the lawn mower and pool machinery. I retrieved an air mattress which caught my eye when Brad was showing me the lawn mower before they had left for the summer. I lay it on the tile right at the edge of the pool then dove in. Erotically the water felt like fingers sliding down my body and I skimmed along under the surface for several seconds not moving my body just enjoying its feel. Finally I reached out and propelled myself to the surface where I my arms cut sharply through the water in strong strokes as I began swimming laps. My legs had exercised hard on the mountain, but my arms remained unworked and the power of propelling my body through the water felt good, and the less common feel of it running over my bare ass cheeks kept my power tool partially aroused. Back and forth I went in countless laps, the jock’s worn cotton couch clinging tight to every curve of my form. Finally tired I casually swam to the edge, grabbed the air mattress and climbed aboard as it slid into the water. Much to my delight I could see Jason’s head just peeking over the fence when I glanced his direction.
Lying on my chest, my knees spread outwards and down into the water on either side of the mattress while my ankles rested on its bottom edge. A very comfortable position and one that I knew showed off my ass in great form. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the mattress lazily drifted through the water. A few minutes later I cracked one eye open to look in Jason’s direction—he was right there. I adjusted my legs just slightly to ensure the view of my ass would be thorough, then reached down to adjust my cramped, now-hard dick. Closing my eyes I briefly drifted off into a semi-conscious state until the sound of a voice calling “hello?” could be heard. I jumped slightly and jerked my head up to see a man closing the gate from the front yard behind him. Quickly I straightened my legs out into a less obscene position and raising my upper body slightly I responded “Yeah?” as he started walking directly towards me.
“Sorry to bother you. I forgot to clean the screens when I was here this afternoon, so I thought I’d better catch’em on my way home.”
The man was 40ish and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Obviously this was the pool guy. “Oh, no problem I replied.” deciding that remaining where I was would be the best decision considering what I was wearing. He only spent two or three minutes expertly going about his task then as he walked by announcing his completion of the task I could swear there had developed a previously not present bulge in his shorts.
As he left I paddled over to the edge and climbed off my mattress onto the deck. Jason appeared to have been scared away by the appearance of the pool guy but I expected he’d be back. As I stood I glanced down. The head of my 7+ hard inches peeked out above the elastic waist, angled off to the left side and holding the waistband well out from my body. The pouch stuck to the shape of my dick and balls like it had been vacuum-sucked into place. My exhibitionistic side grinned inwardly and I strode off to the house to grab the mat I used on occasion when attending yoga classes. Bringing it back outside I unrolled it onto the pool deck then sat down in the middle of it noting that Jason had indeed returned.
I’ve always been a fanatic for stretching out after exercise, and this was a great excuse to do so again, even though it wasn’t right after exercising! But first I leaned over to the lounge chair and grabbed my suntan lotion. Squirting it into my hands I did just as I had the previous day: first applying to my face, neck, and shoulders. Then over my biceps and down each arm before rubbing it across my broad chest. I got up onto my knees as I stretched around behind to get my back, all the way down to work my fingers under the waist elastic, then slid them around still inside the elastic to the front moving at a slowed pace as my hand brushed behind the protruding head of my rigid shaft which jerked as the fingers bumped past it. My hands carefully worked up the tight surface of my abdomen careful not to miss any groove or indent of the skin. Then, with my weight solidly planted on my knees, I reached around and grasped my ass cheeks. Slowly moving my hands in circular motion I rubbed the lotion over the meaty globes getting wider until my fingertips reached the center crack. Then even slower I let them slide straight downwards giving me shivers of delight as I connected with the pink pucker there. Finally I rubbed the lotion down my thighs and all the way to my feet.
Now it was time to begin the stretching. I started simple focusing on the chest and shoulders, then my exhibitionism took over and my stretching became more focused on the display than on the function, though it did still have its merits. Spreading my legs as wide apart as I could while seated on the mat stretched the inner thighs but more importantly gave great view of my crotch mostly covered by the damp, worn, holey jockstrap. I leaned my body forward as far as I could, reaching my hands outwards to grasp my ankles. My dick pressed forward and I could feel the elastic sliding down the shaft. Remaining still for 30 seconds looked down as I began to slowly sit back up. About half of my rod was now proudly thrust above the waistband. Once back up to center I leaned to the left, sliding my left hand out along my left leg and my right hand up along my left leg. When I’d reached as far as I could on the left side I let the right hand keep sliding drawing it right through my crotch, first to tug a bit on the jockstrap pulling the elastic forward and down even further, then releasing it to lazily fondle my dick as my hand continued to slide across to the left leg and rest there a minute. After repeating the same movement on the right side I glanced furtively at Jason’s hiding face, then slowly turned around with my back to him as I planted first my left foot, then right foot onto the ground. Leaving myself folded over I slowly straightened out my legs while hanging on to my ankles and slowly uncurled my back up. Then taking a very wide step to the side with my feet about four feet apart I slowly folded myself over again, sliding my hands down my legs until my head rested on the ground. My ass well exposed and my fabric-covered ball sac hanging below for Jason’s view sent a shot through my body.
I casually reached up to the pouch and massaged the ball sack a bit as if it was itching, then slid my hands back onto my ass cheeks for just a moment before running them down my legs again, then stood back up. I took a moment to stretch upwards before walking over and diving into the pool where I skimmed under the water to the far end then swam back. As I reached the edge and stood up I paused to pull the waistband down on my hips about an inch ensuring that my dick would remain obscenely exposed. Hopping back out of the pool, my dick was now more out of the support garment than in but Jason was gone! Damn. I carefully looked and saw no sign of his shy face hiding in the corners so walked over to the 4½ foot fence and looked over. I grinned in delight at what met my eyes: once again the fence was splattered with white gobs of man-juice.
My appetite to show off sated, I happily went and put away the air mattress then collected my mat and lotion to head inside. Dinner seemed to taste better than usual, and an evening of reading put me in a dreamy state to lie on my bed and relive what Jason saw as I jerked off before drifting to a bliss-filled sleep.
 

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