It was one of those beautiful warm days that made all living creatures glad to be alive.I stepped outside in my shorts and felt the warm sun caressing my naked skin.I felt the breezes tickling my body hair and smiled as I pictured some invisible nymph flying around me, unable to keep her sylph-like fingers off my older, but well-preserved body. I can dream, can't I?

I moved into my back yard and got the shock of my life. My back gate was open and so was the neighbor's across the alley. There for my personal viewing was a handsome naked man washing his pickup.

The first thing that held my attention was how at ease he was in his nakedness.He didn't seem to be trying to display himself for any reason other than it felt good to be naked outdoors. However, I felt a stirring in my shorts that surprised me. I wondered if he knew I was watching. I wondered if he would care if he saw me standing frozen, watching his every naked move?

Then he bent over to get more soapy water with his back to me. Wow! What an ass! It was firm and rounded and invited caressing and - uh - maybe more.

Why was he turning me on? I'm not attracted to naked men! He was what people usually call chubby, but with an allure that surprised me.There were no sags or bags. All beautiful, huggable desirable manly attributes. He was one good-looking guy.

Well, to be perfectly honest, I was attracted to this naked sexy guy and I might as well be honest with myself. His total attitude was, "Here I am, world, and I don't give a damn if you see me or not! I don't give a damn whether anybody cares if I'm naked. I like it, and it feels good to be outside naked, and I'm going to stay this way! Don't look if you don't like it.

He even had a short cigar stub sticking straight out between his teeth that gave him a perky attitude along with his disdain for society's dumb rules about nakedness.

He could see me plainly if he happened to look my way but I got the feeling that he wouldn't do anything differently if he did see me watching. I realized with a shock that I was rubbing my bulge that was growing into an uncomfortablness. I also realized with another shock that I was slowly moving toward the back gate to get a better view.

I ended up in the open gate and watched him scrubbing the bug specks from the front finder.

As he rubbed, his body moved back and forth almost like a sexual act. It caused his handsome cock to swing forward and back against his heavy ballsack. I wondered if it felt as good as it looked. I wished for the freedom for myself but didn't have the nerve to remove my shorts and expose myself to the world.

He walked away and I thought I'd lost him.I almost yelled for him to not leave. However, he moved to the side of his house and bent over to turn on the water hydrant.

When he did, I could see his ball sack hanging between his legs and the butt crack almost opened up. God, what a sexy sight without him even trying!

He picked up the hose and began to let the fresh water rinse the soapy suds from the bright red pickup.

I wondered if the cold water ricocheting onto his naked skin was tickling and feeling good or too cold for comfort. He seemed to be ignoring it. I had the sudden urge to walk into his back yard, remove my shorts and join him in his nakedness. However, I just kept rubbing my hardened bulge and wishing my throbber was free of constriction.

He carefully rinsed the entire pickup and spent a few extra minutes washing the tires and rims. When he squatted down to get a better look, the grass reached up and tickles his ball sack hanging loose. I wished to be the grass with that view and that freedom to touch what was close.

I'm losing my mind, I told myself and then was brought back to reality as he stepped out of sight to rinse the other side. He threw the hose down, went to the hydrant and turned it off. He got two towels and began to wipe the shiny metal with a towel in each hand. He spent a long time on the glass so that it sparkled and glinted in the warm sunlight.

As he rubbed back and forth, his delightful dick swung back and forth, hitting one thigh and then the other. Then he stood back, admired his naked work and seemed pleased with the results.

I was almost at the point of no return and hadn't even given my pleasure pole one single stroke. I had continuously rubbed myself outside my shorts and the banquet of visually delightful edible parts had simply sent me into sexual rediness that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Then he totally surprised me. He pulled up a lawn chair, lit his cigar stub, and sat down to admire his afternoon's project. He took a long draw on the cigar, sending pungent but pleasant vapors into the atmosphere and then for the first time looked over at me, rubbing my throbbing bulge with a speed and determination and he almost smiled. He didn't seem to smile so much with his mouth as with his twinkling eyes that challenged me and were amused at the same time.

"Enjoy the view?" he asked looking at the bright red pickup sparkling clean and shiny. But at the same time, there was a unique tone to the question that challenged me to decide whether the beautiful red pickup or the handsome naked male was in the question.

That sent me over the point of no return as I felt my body decide it was time to empty the built up man-juice. My whole body began to tremble and shake. I knew my head was wagging from side to side and the moans that were escaping my throat couldn’t be interpreted as anything but orgasmic utterances.

I fell to my knees in the soft grass and pressed in on my exploding crotch. I squeezed my legs together and felt a shudder of total ecstasy flood my syStem.I knew I was filling my shorts with sticky jism that would quickly soak through and announce to the world that I’d shot my wad, but it only seemed to turn me on more and I shot another load into my soaked cut-offs.

"Well, that was a first," he muttered without changing the look on his face but letting his crinkly eyes delight in in the merriment.Was it me or the pickup that sent you into sexual orbit?" he asked.

"You are so relaxed - - -" I tried to explain but my mind was still in apres-orgasm and I couldn't think clearly yet.

"Join me?" he asked and got up to get another lawn chair.

I walked over to sit beside him and without any plans at all, unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them.I wiped up some of the sticky spooge and shrugged as I threw the them on the grass.

I was now in his backyard, naked, and as at ease with my state of naturalness as he seemed to be in his.