Caleb chugged a room-temperature glass of water while he waited for the shower to heat up. He didn't want it too hot though -- this summer afternoon, like most summer afternoons in Charleston, felt like an oven. And with no air conditioning in his parents' modest suburban home, there was no escape.
He looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was still glistening with sweat from a day of mowing lawns around the neighborhood. In that moment he knew he'd rub one out in the shower. The thought made him horny.
He was still a bit shy staring at himself like this, especially in his parents' house. But they were both at work. And he loved the way his muscles had developed over the past year as a freshman at WVU. His chest was hard and tanned from cutting grass thru June and most of July. His chiseled abs were smooth and hairless. His lower abs had an upside-down triangle shape that framed his cock, which, as he stared at it, was swelling.
He brushed one finger along the top of his shaft. Butterflies rushed into his stomach as it pulsed with every heartbeat. He was almost fully erect.
As he stepped into the shower, he wrapped his right hand around his shaft. It was firm and rising. He slid his hand up towards the head of his cock and then back down. By the end of the second stroke, he was rock hard.
He knew he could blow his load right then, so instead he made himself wash up a bit. He lathered his hair, then touched himself some more while he rinsed. The same thing with the conditioner. At this point, he was boiling with sex. He thought about Ms. McKenzie unloading her groceries from her car, and again he felt ready to burst. He thought about her hand, manicured and adorned with jewelry, wrapped around his thick cock. He was scheduled to mow her lawn the next day.
He knew his orgasm would be more intense if he continued to tease himself. So he let go of his dick, grabbed the body wash, and started massaging his whole body with it -- everywhere except his bulging erection and taught balls.
As he rinsed he put a hand on his ass and squeezed, then with his other hand, took two fingers and a thumb and lightly stroked the end of his shaft. He was uncut, and could pull the foreskin over the bottom edge of his penis head as he stroked. Every pass over it sent a rush of erotic lava firing down the bottom of his shaft and throughout his pelvis.
Then he heard loud footsteps down the hall. His father called to him through the bathroom door. "Caleb, we have dinner with your sister tonight. We're already late buddy, hurry up."
"Fuck," he sighed and quickly finished his shower.
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The next day as he worked out in the sun, all Caleb could think about was getting back to the shower to play with himself.
"Hey Caleb!" Ms. McKenzie waved, stepping out of her black Land Rover, dressed in a well tailored powerful dark grey pantsuit. Caleb was not expecting to see her this afternoon -- usually she came home long after he had finished his work.
"I took the afternoon off to take care of some things around the house. Didn't mean to interrupt. Wow, it's really hot today. How are you?"
"Good, fine, yeah it's hot but I'm ok."
"Oh hey Troy!"
Troy was Caleb's good friend and business partner, so to speak. They cut lawns together around the neighborhood. Sometimes they'd do some extra yard work too. Ms. McKenzie usually had them help with her gardens, weeding, mulching, digging.
"Hey Ms. McKenzie!"
"Well I'll let you two get back at it."
She walked inside and put her bag and keys down on the kitchen island and went to the master bedroom. As she changed out of her suit, she peeked through the blinds. Troy and Caleb weren't the most skilled landscapers available, but they were extremely pleasing to watch. She actually didn't have any good reason to come home early today, except that she was horny and bored of work. So she cleared her schedule and raced home, hoping to catch a few glimpses of the boys before taking some time to herself in her jacuzzi tub with her toys.
She put on leggings and a designer racerback and went back to the kitchen. The large bay windows gave her a delicious view of both of them, grinding away in her large back yard. They were dirty, sweating. She loved the way Troy's triceps flexed as he pushed his lawn mower. She thought about the time earlier that summer, when Troy had come over to pick up payment, and in a moment of weakness, she had seduced him on the living room sofa. It had felt so good have a younger man like that on top of her, and underneath her, and inside of her. But she wouldn't do it again. Too young.
He stopped to empty the grass bag. She noticed the outline of his penis through his mesh shorts. She smiled. Maybe she couldn't fuck him again, but at least she had all afternoon and night to masturbate wildly.
