It was another Friday of remote work, thanks to the pandemic. I was the senior member of my work team, so I had first choice of which two days I'd work remotely. Seeing an opportunity to slack off most efficiently, I chose Monday and Friday, yielding a four day weekend every week!
The house was quiet, with my daughter away at college and my wife at work. My two sons had moved out for jobs out of state over the past three years, so my wife and I were virtually empty nesters.
My remote work routine had typically included a couple of hours of Zoom calls, a couple of hours napping, lunch, a couple of hours of watching bi porn while stroking, and two more hours of online work to create the illusion of productivity. On this particular day, before napping, I threw on a robe over my sweat pants, tied my sneakers, and went outside to retrieve the trash bucket from the end of the driveway.
As I strolled down our lengthy driveway, I noticed the familiar thump-thump-swisn of a basketball being dribbled and shot through the hoop in my neighbor's driveway. I glanced over, expecting to see the neighbor's son playing basketball. I had read about the boy's success on the local high school team and had hoped to see it for myself.
Instead of the boy, it was his dad draining shots from all over the place. He stopped mid-shot when he saw me watching and waved, greeting me with a loud "Good Morning!"
I hadn't met him formally yet. He and his family had moved in over the summer and, with social distancing the norm, neither of us had crossed paths. I had noticed how good looking and fit he was, as well as his wife. Having recently recovered from a mild case of the nasty virus, I saw no harm in introducing myself.
As I crossed from my yard to his, he seemed alarmed. I waved, hollering, "Hey, I'm Bill, been meaning to stop over! And don't worry, I had the virus, a month ago, and have tested negative twice since!"
He laughed, "I'm Seth, and I stepped back because I'm quarantining due to exposure from a co-worker. I feel great, expecting a negative test result soon!"
"Ah, the times we live in..." I laughed. Pointing at the basketball, I said, "I can see where your son gets his ability!"
"No, seriously, he's far better than me," Seth answered. "Do you play?"
I paused, my horny mind spinning other meanings out of his question. Taking the high road, I motioned for him to pass the ball. He bounced passed it right into my hands and, in one motion, I lifted it, and swished a jumper.
"Ok, let's see if we can keep that going!" He smiled, "Game of 11?"
I took off my robe, unashamed of my 45 year old "dad" bod, and took possession first. I soon realized how far my skills had eroded!
