In my part of the country, the summer heat goes up pretty consistently around early June, and becomes unbearable this time of the year, and this is why everyone has a pool in the backyard. My backyard is mostly full of pebbles--we wanted a dry garden feel, but a few square feet was opened up for some greens. The pool has its lining changed recently, and it's a sleepy bowl of blue. I'm writing on my laptop in the sun, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized swimming trunks. I am having cravings for a cigarette. The children need to be picked up soon.
Is there time for a quickie?
I know there won't be any action for me later tonight. So maybe I'll get going now. I'm imagine myself being squeezed tightly by a smooth warm slippery thing, and I start to perspire profusely. I am going to take off my swimming trunks. Now that I am naked I'm going to put one finger in between my scrotum and my sacrum and press on it, feeling my prostate contracting in response. I see myself becoming larger and larger, and the veins expanding with fresh blood bringing felicitous oxygen. My eyes are closed and I'm feeling the warmth of the mid afternoon sun shining on me. I am sweating. My blood is boiling. That budding tickle of a feeling, growing monstrously from the depth of my pelvis, expanding like a weed sweeping across the field, throughout my body, as I moan, slowly and deeply, in pleasure. As the pressure builds up, my entire body contorts uncontrollably with each wave of indescribable orgiastic sensation. Suddenly a creamy, white jet erupts from the small opening at the tip of my erection, and I yell out, carelessly as I may be, as the neighbors might hear me and see me in a state of wonton decadence. Maybe a few drops of my fresh semen will fall into the pool, expanding into a psychedelic floral pattern, dreamily rushing down the filter accompanied by the incandescent bubbling of the filtering motor.
Ok I am going to do that now and then pick up my children. See ya later.