Only two men showed up today to finish the roof. I didn't know their names but we had talked a few times over the past days. I also noticed something else. They seemed to be watching me. I liked to work out in the yard and almost every time I did, they worked on that side of the roof. I didn't really think anything about it until one day as I straightened up from weeding a little of the garden, I looked up and they were standing looking down at me with grins on their faces. I smiled and continued on with the weeding, getting down on my hands and knees.
The shorts I had on that day were shorter than normal. They came up my thighs quite a ways so my crotch wasn't very far from being out in the open. I don't wear underwear either. As I weeded, my ass came up in the air more and more, giving the two men a great view of the darkness of my crack as it showed through the fabric.
When I looked up at the men again, they were still watching me, and it dawned on me what they were doing. I smiled and turned around again only this time I wiggled my ass a little and pushed it higher in the air. I heard a slight moan behind me. I knew they knew I was on to them and they were enjoying the game as much as I was.
I stood up and raised one foot up on the side of the garden wall, as I ran my hand down my leg, slowly caressing it. I pulled the bottom of my shorts up my thigh a little bit more and then turned around and looked at the two men.
I could see the bulges in the front of their pants from where I was standing. I ogled them for an instant longer than slowly walked towards the back of the yard. The yard is ringed by mostly bushes, but at the back, larger trees keep the yard fairly private from inquiring eyes. When I reached the trees, I looked back at the men and rubbed my hand nonchalantly across the front of my shorts. They got the message. I had just barely turned around and moved further into the trees when the two of them were right beside me.
One moved behind me, encircling me with strong arms while the other, moved in front of me, his hands sliding over my growing cock. I heard the one in front moan a little as he kneaded my cock until I felt his fingers on my waistband, slowly pulling my shorts down over my hips. The one behind was running his hands all over my cheeks, caressing them, occasionally, running a fingertip along the outside of my crack. I leaned back against the man behind me and closed my eyes as my shorts were pulled completely off. Next my shirt was pulled over my head and I was completely naked except for my shoes. The four hands on my body felt wonderful, kneading, caressing, pulling and poking every part of me.