The worker I am used to going to dating sites after a day's work, to relax. I put on my profile a photo to my advantage As often, the contacts are bogus, and I do not follow up, so I fantasize about handsome guys while masturbating. A house always requires maintenance, and this summer, taking advantage of the sun, the gutters had to be repaired. So I call a local craftsman for a quote. The boss is close to retirement, quite paunchy. Once accepted the amount, he sets an appointment for me, specifying that it will be his employee who will come to do the work, that there will be two days. When the day comes, I see a great guy, in his thirties, disembark at 8 o'clock. He wears construction overalls, baring a tanned, muscular torso of someone who often works outdoors. After the presentations, he looks at the scope of the work. He goes to find a large ladder, deploys it, places it along the wall and begins climbing the bars. The sight of her buttocks does not leave me indifferent. In the afternoon, he comes back wearing a tank top and tight-fitting denim shorts. He told me that with this heat wave it would be better like this. I'm not going to upset him, on the contrary, especially when I see the package that his fly hides and the roundness of his buttocks when he is on his ladder. Sometimes he turns his head to tell me what he's doing. As I am not wearing a t-shirt and shorts with nothing underneath, he can only notice the bump of my early erection. I have to go home to relieve myself of this pressure. When his working day is over, I offer to drink a beer. Sitting at the table he tells me that my face is not unknown to him. I answer that I have never seen him. Before leaving, he notices the outdoor shower and says to me: “This shower outside is great. " The night was restless, thinking of this as I see Apollo. I slept on the crutch as they say. The next morning, he comes back in overalls all smiles, telling me: “it's the last day of the week, tonight it's party time. " He resumes his work. At noon I offered him an aperitif as if to retain him a little more. He arrived half an hour earlier, this time dressed in a tank top, but mostly short shorts, with wide legs. Once back on his ladder, raising his head, I see his balls by one leg and the beginning of his hooded cock. I am hypnotized. I can't take my eyes off. I start to bend. He turns his head towards me with a smile that speaks volumes. As he finishes early, I offer him a beer that he accepts gladly, not wanting to return to the workshop too early. Before he asks me if he can use my outside shower. Of course I will not refuse. He takes off his shorts and walks naked to the shower. His feline gait works his muscles under his tanned skin. It turns on the water. He is from the back, his arms raised. I wait with my hand in my shorts for him to turn around. Protruding pecs, a belly marked by his abs. Her thighs are tight which highlights a hooded sex, dressed in a well-groomed brown fleece under which beautiful testicles hang. This guy is a living statue. Having forgotten to give him shower gel, I approach to throw him the bottle with a marquee at my fly. I return to my observation post. I am watching a film of flamboyant eroticism to see her body covered with foam. He does not forget his crotch and his buttocks. I'll ...

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