Thanks to J. N., whose life experiences inspired me to write this story.
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I was happily married for 24 years. Or at least that's what I thought at the time. I met my sweetheart in college. Our wedding was a year and a half later, and our two daughters were born within three and five years, respectively.
I am a respected OB/GYN physician in a big hospital. I work long hours on weekdays and am on call every fourth weekend. My busy schedule left me little time for entertainment, traveling, or spending time with my family. As a result, my wife and daughters arranged a week-long trip without me every few months. With my generous salary, we could easily afford these travels abroad.
Our large estate house is in an upscale neighborhood. It has six bedrooms, an outdoor 35-foot swimming pool, a 4-man jacuzzi, and a small basketball court. The 1.5-acre yard has five different trees and a small flower garden. The rest is covered with grass and surrounded by tall bushes, making the area hidden from casual onlookers.
For many years, the yard was taken care of by a company owned by my friend. However, he retired, and I started using another company. Most of the time, the service was satisfactory, but occasionally, inexperienced employees showed up, and the result was less than adequate.
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The story began on a Saturday morning when my wife and the kids left for the airport. They were going to Hawaii for an extended vacation, returning Sunday evening eight days later. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I planned to use the time tanning. Since the yard was hidden from people on the nearby street, and my children were gone, I could do something I loved - Tan in the nude. I liked the feeling of the sun's rays on my skin, though I did not have many opportunities to do it.
I undressed and spread a thin layer of sunblock lotion on the most sensitive areas. I lay down on the reclining patio chair and enjoyed the rare quiet. I closed my eyes, remembering the last time I was alone tanning like that.
I woke up hearing music. I turned to the right and saw a young black guy walking on the grass with a self-propelled lawnmower. He must have noticed me before I woke up because his eyes examined my nude body unabashedly.
I wasn't sure what to do next. Yes, I was naked, but I sat in my yard and wasn't expecting anybody to come to my property to cut the grass on the weekend! Meanwhile, the guy continued working, now and then gazing in my direction. I decided to ignore him and closed my eyes again.
The young guy worked for half an hour away from me and then stopped for a short break. He removed his tee shirt and came closer to do an area near my chair. I saw his young body glistening in the sun through my partially closed eyes. He was about 6'2", 190 lbs of pure muscle. The impressive pectoral muscles bulged, and his six-pack was flawless. His shorts could barely contain his large package... He looked like a black Adonis!
I watched his impressive body and thought he was the classic young black guy many women fantasize about. The mere thought of him as a sexual being made my cock stir. Initially, the notion that my prick reacted to his presence sounded ridiculous. After all, I was as heterosexual as they come. However, as I watched his developed muscles and graceful movements, my pecker continued extending.
It wouldn't have been a problem if I was dressed, but sitting with my erect pole exposed to this guy became uncomfortable.
Before I could think of a plan, he smiled at me and said in a deep voice, "Sir, I see you are very comfortable naked. I still have about half an hour of work on your property, and it's becoming hot. Do you mind if I take my shorts off too?"
"Go ahead. I have cold lemonade in my fridge. Are you interested?"
"Yes, sir. It will be nice."
I stood up with my erect dick in full display, turned my back to him, and walked to my house. I poured lemonade for both of us and waited several minutes for my prick to deflate. Once it reached its resting state, I went outside to my seat.
He stood by the chair, now fully naked. His cock was about 6", very thick, and was pointing down. Geez! I imagined how long it would be when fully distended... The thought about his phallus triggered my rod, which began rising again.
As the guy drank the lemonade, he looked at my growing pecker and grinned, "Sir, you like what you see, yes?..."
I hesitated, "You are a handsome young guy. Do you exercise a lot?"
"Not really. I played basketball in high school, but now I work for a landscaping company, saving money for college. I cut the grass four days a week, six hours straight. It's a tough job, and it gave me good muscle tone".
He moved before me and displayed his forearm, "I was much skinnier a year ago when I turned 18. Here, touch it and feel the difference!"
While he intended to display his muscular arm, his fantastic cock caught my eye. He glanced at me and observed where my eyes were aiming.
He extended his pelvis forward, "You look at my cock. You like it?"
