Relaxing in the Yard

The summer air was stale, hot, humid. I lazily laid on the swing behind the house. My tablet fixed to the bar as the movie streamed just above me. Wearing just the lightest shorts I had. Every so often a hint of a breeze crossed over. I opened my legs to invite any relief possible to my balls trapped within. The heat had them hanging low and were resting down along my leg. Needing to cool off more I unfastened the button and opened the zipper to try and allow air to travel through. My dick just hiding under the open fabric. I continued watching the movie while swinging slowly to keep the air moving. I dont know if it was out of habbit or instinct but I found my left hand absent mindedly tracing my now freed dick. First the shaft, then the head, then back down again. I shuffled to get more comfortable and to allow better access for my hand. The feeling of the blood swelling in me. The warm summer air. And the sun shining through the leaves on the trees made for an inviting moment as my mind knew what my body wanted. I pushed my shorts down just far enough so the zipper was away from my now full erection. Looking around to make sure none of the neighbors could see. The sounds of lawns being mowed and people going about their day could be heard. Adding to the excitement of what I was about to do. It started as naturally as always. My right hand wrapped around. Slow strokes along the full length. With every passing minute my arousal pushed common sense out of my head. And my shorts were pushed down further and further. My balls were not retracting up towards my body from the heat. I could feel them slapping with the motion of my hand between my legs. I knew I needed to open my legs to feel them in full motion. But the shorts were keeping my legs together. My nudist desire took over as I kicked the shorts off my legs. Now resting one knee against the back of the swing an the other hanging off the front. My legs spread open as my sack freely moved around my open cheeks. Simulating the feeling of someone playing with my balls. My slow intentional strokes became faster only stopping now and again to give the head a little more attention. I was close. I raised my hand towards my face and let my spit fall into the palm. On its return I smoothed the natural lubricant all over. My fist took a harder grasp this time. I wanted it. I was ready to cum. With faster and harder strokes it was only a minute or two untill my cum was falling out over my stomach and chest. Taking a moment to catch my breath. The sounds of the neighbors brought back my sense of worry. I reached for my shorts and pulled them back up over my hips. Laying back I decided to leave them open. I had nothing to clean up with so I let my cum drip where it wanted and aloud it to dry. I began watching the movie once more but was soon sleeping as my body was content and relaxed.