"Desire for someone can consume your world."
Tyler Finlay is a freelance film critic spending a lot of his time working at home, he often daydreams about his gardener Jacob.
Jacob has worked for Tyler for a few months now unaware that he watches him from the bedroom window while he works. The secret voyeur satisfying himself as he watches Jacob’s hot body sweating in the sun.
Then on a hot sunny day, the wind blows the curtain allowing Jacob to catch a glimpse of Tyler through the window.
What will Jacob do? will Tyler get what he has dreamed of so many times?
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I cannot resist the temptation to look out the window to see him, sliding my legs off the side of the bed I place my feet on the floor and sit up. My leaking cock head slides against my soft, hairy belly. I don’t have a six-pack like Jacob, but I’m not too overweight. My hairy belly brushing against the head of my cock makes it wet and sticky. I stand and walk naked to the window, my cock hard as steel now from the anticipation of seeing Jacob’s sexy body. Pulling the curtain open a little, I squint as the sunlight hits my eyes, trying to focus on the garden below as I look for Jacob.READ MORE
I hear the rumbling mower getting louder as it comes into view from the side of the house. Thick, dark smoke bellows from the exhaust, like a car engine burning oil. I should buy a new mower. Then I see Jacob. He is shirtless, his gorgeous, tanned six-pack on show, wearing light brown cargo pants held tight to his hips by a utility belt with various gardening tools hanging from it and black work boots. It must be hot in the sun; his abs glisten as the sweat runs off his chest and the muscles in his arms swell as he pushes the old, heavy mower.
I slide my right hand down my stomach and brush against my rock-hard cock. I grasp the shaft tight as I watch him walk back and forth, sliding my foreskin forward over the head, then pulling it gently back, the pre-cum lubricating the skin as it slides back and forth. Jacob stops just below the window. Taking a water bottle from his utility belt, he lifts it to his lips, seductively sucking from the bottle. How I wish he was sucking my cock like he was that bottle. Then he pours water over his head; wetting his long, jet-black hair, he shakes his head, his hair flicking the water over his body. I want my hands to be that water running down his shoulders, onto his hairless, tanned chest. He places the water bottle back in his belt, then runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back off his face, allowing the sun to catch his chiselled jaw line and his dark tanned skin. He has a natural tan from all the time he spends working outside.
I’m sure he can’t see me behind the curtain, although it looks like he’s putting a show on just for me. My breath quickens as my hand moves faster over my cock.COLLAPSE