Hot Shot

It's been one hell of a hot summer, and this makes staying naked a pleasant necessity.  At least for me.  I put on my beige cap and lather my shoulders in sunscreen before I step into my flip flops and go outside.  I sweat and drink lots of water.  My ass cheeks get tanned by the sun and my balls hang lower than ever.  I've noticed that I sport fewer erections and my jacking has declined.  I save my energy for the gym and errands.  I pop electrolyte pills.  I only wear clothes when I absolutely have to.  All in all, not a bad summer, except for the scorpions.  They invade the house like never before.  They sting like nothing else.    

When the exterminator shows up I look out the window and don't get a good vibe from what I see, so I pull on a pair of loose fitting shorts.  The elastic is totally shot, but there is a built in string that I can tie to keep them from falling off.  I answer the door, my shorts riding low.  I don't really like this guy, so we discuss his plan of action and he goes to work.  I go to my computer and play solitaire.  He comes into my room and asks if I'm winning.  Not really, I say.  He then launches into conversation.  He was in the army, in Iraq, we Google his base and he recognizes many people.  He mentions the total lack of privacy when he was there.  Lots of detail.  I'm beginning to like this guy, mainly because he's so friendly and doesn't seem to be bothered by my bare chest or low riding shorts, but why should he?  I've definitely misjudged the guy.  He works all around me the whole time talking.  He puts out glue traps, opens a drawer in my bathroom and sees my cock and ball toys.   I Google the kind of dogs he has, and we look at photos.  They are loyal dogs he says, great pets.   Now I'm getting up and moving around too, kind of following him as he works, moving into various parts of the house.  The talk continues with frequent army references.  My shorts want to fall off but I manage to keep them on.  I pass a mirror and see that my pubes are spilling out over the top of my shorts and a fair amount of ass crack is showing.  Hm, I wonder if he noticed?  I try to catch him looking down there but I don't.  Then, suddenly I do catch him.  He's shows no offence and he's far friendlier than he needs to be.  He likes horses and dogs.  He's a rough sort.  I can feel my shorts falling lower but I don't want to look or be obvious.  I know they are going to fall to my ankles if I don't grab them and pull 'em up or tighten the waist string.   To hell with it.  I'm moving the ladder back into the closet when they fall.  He pretends not to see but I know he does.  I kick them away and put the ladder away.  I pick up the shorts, look at them and shrug, hold them in my hand like a security blanket and asks him if he needs anything, like water.  He says yes, and follows me to the kitchen.  I don't know what the hell to do with my shorts.  I don't want to put them on.  I put them on top of the frig.  I'm nervous.  And excited.  We both stand there drinking our water.  More army stories.  I imagine him trim and in shape, horsing around with his army buds.  Public showers, the hot desert, gritty sand.  Now I'm getting aroused.  I can control my erections fairly well but I cannot control the pre-cum that makes my cock a leaky faucet.  He glances down.  I glance away.  Yea, he says, no privacy in the army.  You take a shit and somebody's watching.  You want some private time to take care of stuff and someone shows up.  You get used to it.  Really?  I ask.   Oh sure.  He moves into the other room.  I hear him go outside, probably to get something from his truck, maybe have a smoke.  I go back to my computer and play solitaire.  I call up some porn.  Hot naked men.  I lube up and stroke.  I don't know where he is.  I hear the front door open and close.  He's talking briefly with my roommate.  He walks into my room with a clipboard and papers to be signed.  I swivel around in my chair, continuing to stroke.  No reaction.  I tell him he kind of reminds me of my dad, and that he was in the war.  I make up a story, telling him I watched my dad jack off, and when I came of age we jacked off together. I tell him I miss my dad.  He understands.  Now he's staring at my cock, glistening with lube and pre-cum.  I close my eyes and shoot my load.  He stands there.  Cum is all over my chest.   My roommate walks in.  I step into the bathroom and wash my hands, then sign the papers.  My roommate asks if he can watch next time.  I say sure, why not? 

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