Swinging About

My neighbour was in his hammock the entire Saturday. He knew I did garden work then, the bastard. I tried to ignore him, but every so often I’d forget, and glance over the fence, and see the stallion swinging slowly back and forth, nude as a baby. He spread his legs real wide, too, making me see his big balls. I tried to ignore him.

By midday, I was tired, hot, and sweaty. I leaned against a tree to wipe my brow and rest for a moment. His voice floated teasingly over to me.

“Hey man.”

Without thinking, I looked over. He’d tucked his hands behind his head, and hiked his knees to either side. His dick was out, dropping and lengthening as I watched. I couldn’t look away. My pants became tight, against my better judgement. But when did dicks ever pay attention to good judgement?

He gave me a salacious wink. “You wanna have some fun?”

I did.