March 15th was like any other day, cool and dewy before noon, warmer as the sun journeyed across the cloud-dotted sky. It was the perfect weather for a day spent outdoors.
Jonathan arrived to the garden around eleven in the morning. Like most days that he spent in this manner, he wore his signature track pants and black hoodie. Mac, the owner of the property and Jonathan's best friend, wore something quite similar: grey sweats and a microbrewery-inspired tee.
After exchanging typical pleasantries, the two got right to work. They had too many vegetable starts to count, and if they were going to finish the work by the day's end, there would be no time to wait.
Mac got all the starts in place while Jonathan started punching holes in the ground. Though the weather was cool, it wasn't too long until Jonathan started to work up a good sweat. After the holes were punched, he took off his hoodie and threw it on the fence. Mac immediately noticed his olive muscles, glistening in the sunshine, and jokingly said, "Don't take this the wrong way, but if I were into guys, well, you know..."
Mac knew that Jonathan was bi, but he didn't think anything of it. Mac was straight, or at least that's what he told himself and others. So, as close as they were, their friendship was never anything more than platonic.
As the two men worked in the increasingly hot sun, they conversed like they always did, chatting about politics, philosophy, and other shared interests. For them, it was a typical day, except for one thing; periodically, Jonathan would catch Mac sizing him up. Because his best friend was straight, Jonathan thought nothing of it at first, but after a while, he believed that maybe something else was going on. Not wanting to make things awkward, he kept his thoughts to himself.
Around three in the afternoon, all the vegetables had been planted. To celebrate, Jonathan and Mac enjoyed a smoke of their favorite cannabis strain, and continued chatting until there was nothing left to chat about. Mac broke the silence first.
"Well, you can hang out here; I'm gonna grab a shower." After he said this, he got up and began to head inside.
Not wanting to spend the afternoon by himself, Jonathan quickly interrupted Mac's departure. "You mind if I use the other shower? I brought my own towel and shit."
"Of course," Mac replied, heading through the slider door.
Mac's shower was just how he liked it: long and hot. After a day spent with his best friend in the hot California sun, he jokingly considered taking a cold shower, but thought better of it. After all, it wasn't like anything was really going to happen.
Jonathan's shower was just as hot as Mac's, and nearly twice as long. Though they were in a drought, he couldn't help but bask in the heat of the water and steam. Plus, Jonathan was quite aroused after allowing his mind to ruminate over what he noticed about Mac today, and what better way to alleviate his desires than by lathering himself in body wash and rubbing one out. He had always fantasized about his straight best friend and what he imagined was his huge, uncut dick, but today's activities took him to a new level.
As he beat his rock-hard cock, Jonathan imagined Mac bending him over and fucking him in the garden, as raw and dirty as one might imagine a good outdoor fucking to be. In no time, he was spraying his cum all over the shower tile.
After a quick rinse, he shut off the water and shook off what had just happened.
As Jonathan exited the shower, there was a knock on the door. Not knowing what Mac could possibly want, he yelled, "What's up, homie?" over the noise from the fan.
Ambiguously, Mac responded, "Can I come in?"
Although Jonathan thought Mac's behavior was a little out of the ordinary, it made sense in light of today; so, he wrapped the towel around his waist, unlocked the door, and let his friend in.
