Jason stood and wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm. With biceps bulging, he hoisted the wheelbarrow in his hands and began walking across the construction site. He was shirtless, covered only by the high-vis that gently trailed behind him in the cool summer breeze. After dumping his heavy load into the refuse pile, he checked his watch.
"Time, gentlemen!" The foreman's voice resonated through the empty windows and scaffolding.
Tired and melting, the hardy men achingly bundled into an office portacabin to sign out. Single file, they slowly shuffled. A few of them nudging and eagerly shifting foot to foot. Jason ticked the box next to his name, threw his high-vis in the pile, hung his hard hat on its peg, and left like everyone before him.
He lightly jogged to his mates ahead. Untucking his shirt from his belt, he stretched it over his sweaty skin. The shirt accented his broad chest and sturdy shoulders. His belly protruded only slightly compared to the other lads but Jason was unquestionably strong.
The boys lifted their chins to greet him as he joined their formation. Jason threw a hearty slap on Ryan's back.
"How are we boys?"
The men answered each other with an unintelligible bellow of exhausted grumbles.
The labourers conversed talking about 'the game' and 'the missus'. Being 23, Jason was the youngest at work and his co-workers would often tease him but only in fun. Now and again it'd get on his nerves but he'd try not to let it bother him too much.
Ryan took his wallet out and tapped it twice in the palm of his hand.
"Pub?"
The boys rejoiced and began to race each other to the bus as it pulled up on the corner. Clouds of red dust kicked up off their boots. Jason threw himself into the nearest seat and exhaled loudly. The bus pulled away causing Ryan to lose his footing and tumble down the aisle of the bus, much to the delight of the rest of the lads.
Ryan shrugged off the embarrassment and perched on the seat next to Jason.
Jason rested his head on the rumbling glass that put a tickle in his nose.
"God I need a beer."
Ryan sat back and began man-spreading into the aisle, took out his phone and started swiping through a dating app.
"Me too man," Ryan spoke without taking his eyes off the ever-changing pictures of multicoloured flesh. "What are you doing after the pub then?"
"Hmm?" Jason was miles away. "Oh! Nothing special."
This comment hooked Ryans eyes off his phone and compelled him to slide his side chicks, -as he called them- into his pocket.
"You're not doing anything?" Ryan scoffed. "What did Catelyn get you?"
Jason remained quiet. As the bus turned the sun gleamed speckled into his eyes. He took his head off the shaking glass and cast a sideways glance at Ryan. Ryan looked around at the other laughing hard hats- it was near impossible to whisper over them. Ryan nodded in response.
"'You pissed off about it?"
Jason took a deep inhale. "Yeah, a bit. It's not about getting presents or anything- but her remembering would've made it, ya' know?"
A smile was slowly creeping onto Ryan's face. Cued by Jason's confusion, Ryan stood at the front of the bouncing bus and clapped his hands, before sharply snatching hold of the nearest handrail. Like mindless sheep, they all looked up from their conversations.
"Right boys, It's Jay's birthday so nobody let him pay. Drinks are on us. WAAAAY!" Ryan screeched.
The builders laughed and mocked Ryan's show of generosity.
"Sit down you tosser!"
Ryan sat.
Jason meanwhile was laughing into his hands.
"That went well didn't it?"
"What? You're not paying, are you? Happy birthday" Ryan smiled.
"Thanks, mate," Jason nudged him gratefully.
That evening, after a good few hours well spent, Jason took the bus back to his girlfriend's house, leaving his car at work. As he walked down the empty, humid street, he patted his pockets for his keys. In frustration and a bout of confusion, he dug his finger deep into his pockets.
"Fuck- oh fuck! I could've sworn-." His venting was cut off by a reassuring jangle. Jason peered under his arm to find his keys innocently dangling from the clip on his belt.
As he stumbled drunkenly down the driveway, he unclipped his keys and counted through them until.
"There you are."
With unsteady feet, he braced himself and remarkably opened the front door without much trouble. (He never found out his girlfriend had left it open for him). Jason snuck inside and gently closed the door behind him. He knew Caitlyn and her mum would be asleep by now.
He planned to jump straight into bed as soon as he got home so he could get up early and nurse his hangover. But he'd had a lot to drink and had been holding it in since he left the pub. Aching though he was, there was no way he was going to risk pissing the bed.
Jason clutched at the empty hallway feeling for the light switch when his foot caught on something. Picking it up, he continued his search before hastily smacking the cold plastic jutting out from the wall.
Jason's eyes adjusted and in his hands was a white cardboard box, the lid held on by an opaque orange bow. A post-it note was sellotaped on the side.
The handwriting was in perfect calligraphy in comparison to Caitlyn's.
"Dear, Jacob. I'll apologise now for the present, I didn't know what to get you. I hope you had a good day at work. Happy birthday! From Megan"
Caitlyn's name appeared hastily scrawled under Megan's.
Jason had no time to see what was inside. He was full to bursting. Tiny drops would soon be forming in his boxers! "Shit!" The present and keys were dropped to the floor, he swung open the bathroom door, hit the lights, raced to the toilet, flipped the seat and-
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Jason's eyes raised upward as relief washed over him.
It was just a shame that he didn't have time to unzip his shorts.
The relief was quickly replaced with disgust. His nose wrinkled and cringed as he looked down to see his jeans were now a darker shade of blue.
Releasing his held breath he unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them and his boxers to the floor, before kicking them away. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief at the new low that he had reached.
Another night he would've headed straight for the shower but he simply couldn't be bothered. He just wanted the long day to be over. So instead, he turned to the sink, washed his hands, and then turned the warm water up slightly.
Standing tiptoed, hands warm, and slippery with soap, Jason began to spread the soapy water across his furry middle and coated his cock and balls with suds. Jason slowed the movements of his hands, eventually stopping.
Tilting his head to one side he once again ran his hands across his shaft and cupped his testicles, caressing them gently in his fingers. It felt good.
It caused a shiver to run up his spine and make his dick a little bit harder. The water in the sink was starting to steam up the mirror.
Cupping his hands under the steady stream, Jason allowed the warm water to dribble softly down his cock causing it to jerk and grow longer. He let out a gratifying sigh as it did so.
Jason pulled his foreskin back revealing his red and throbbing crown. He repeated the same action and watched the soapy solution trickle down his member and tickle across his balls. He let out a long breath through pursed lips and held himself in his hand. He was fully erect.
Jason caught sight of himself reflected the shower door. His vigour was quickly drowned by a lethargic wave. He felt immature and stupid and was intent on abandoning the whole idea. "Then again," He thought "It's been a while since I've had a bit of alone time."
There were the lads at work, Caitlyn and her friends, and even with his mates online. Only now with his dick in the sink did he come to the realisation that- He rarely took any time for himself.
"Caitlyn's always going on about self-care," he thought. "It is my birthday, after all."
Throwing caution to the wind, Jason got his hands nice and soaped up and started to tug away. The soap smelt like jasmine, it was sweet and pleasurable. Jason usually got off to some pretty intense stuff but for once, he was relaxed and fully enjoying himself.
He was right at the edge of climaxing when the knob of the bathroom door began to rattle. He had hardly any time to look up from what he was doing and before he knew it, Megan, Caitlyn's mum, was standing in the doorway. It was also the perfect time to discover that Caitlyn's mum slept naked.
For Jason, time seemed to pause. She stood there, eyes widely fixed on his pulsing penis. She was wearing a dark purple satin kimono that draped down to her knees. She wore it open and untied, revealing the cleavage of her gorgeous breasts. Jason's mind raced. D cup? E?
His eyes panned to see her V line exposed and her neatly trimmed pussy above those stunning shiny legs. She was about 20 years older than him. He wondered how she managed to stay looking so hot.
Megan yelped as Jason snatched a towel off the door and covered himself with it.
"Oh, Jason!" Megan left and quickly closed the door.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly as she mouthed 'oh my god' at a mirror in the hallway. There was silence. She knelt and pressed her ear against the door.
"Megan? Are you still there?" Jason spoke in a hushed voice.
Red and flustered, she cleared her throat and responded in the same whispering manor.
"I'm sorry Jason. I thought you came in earlier."
"Urgh no," Jason rubbed his temple with his fingers. "We went to the pub after work. Megan, I'm so sorry, I am. It was just a long day and... I'm sorry."
Megan sighed and tutted sympathetically.
"It's alright, my love."
Megan's mind kept flashing back to Jason jerking his veiny shaft, toes curled against the steamy tiled floor. Her voice wavered as she found herself becoming more than a little aroused. She did her best to reassure him.
"Everyone needs a bit of time to themselves, especially after a long day."
The two chuckled through parted lips.
"Did you like your present?" Megan asked with bated breath.
"Yeah, thank you. I haven't opened it yet- but it means a lot that you remembered."
