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“We’re boarding now. Call you when we land.”With that text from my wife Cindy, my ten days of bachelorhood officially began. She was off for a girls’ trip to the UK, touring castles, drinking tea, wearing fancy hats. All the stuff one does once the kids are out of the house and there’s more disposable income about.I’d feigned all the “babe, I’ll miss you so much” and “ten days is a long time” but we both knew a short break from each other wasn’t all that bad. Plus, I genuinely thought she’d have a blast on the trip, so when the opportunity arose, I urged her to jump on it.These little interludes when I had the house to myself usually lasted only two or three days. I’d spend them watching old spy movies or superhero adventures Cindy didn’t enjoy as much as me, or I’d doze in front of the television with golf or something droning in the background. When you’re a newlywed or a younger guy, your single friends all think, “Hey, you’re free a few days – let’s have some drinks, stay out late.” In reality, after a few years of marriage or when you hit middle age, you’d much rather enjoy peace and quiet at home with sole custody of the remote control and delivery pizza.But with a full ten days on my hands, I’d actually have to accomplish a few “honey-do” items on the list to keep Cindy happy. One of those was moving the furniture out of our son Steven’s old room and bringing in some new stuff. The idea was to turn it into a guest room since he was now happily married and living two states away.But first things first. Along with beer, pizza and comic book movies, there rus escort was one other passion I was able to indulge in more fully during my time alone: porn. With the wife gone, I could watch all the porn I wanted on a fifty-two-inch screen instead of being confined to a quick jerk watching a phone or tablet.There was also one other thing I could only do when I had plenty of time alone – Skype with a jerk-off buddy. It was something I’d discovered really only a few months ago. I’d made a couple of online friends, and we swapped pics and porn clips while beating off together. That included swapping pictures and clips of ourselves, and I’d recently graduated to cam sessions where I spent as much time watching my friends pleasure themselves as I did perusing the porn we shared.For fifty-five, I was in pretty good shape. I ran four days a week and swam the other three, so I was pretty lean, with even a little muscle showing. My face was definitely a little weathered, but there’s nothing I enjoy more than being on a boat or sitting on a beach, so a few wrinkles didn’t bother me much. A silver beard and salt-and-pepper hair completed the look of a fairly attractive older guy.I was just settling in when I heard a truck moving down the street and then my doorbell rang. I took a glance at the video from the front door and saw a delivery guy standing on the porch. I cursed a bit, then pulled my gym shorts up and a t-shirt over my head and went to answer the door.As I spoke to the driver and signed for the delivery, yenimahalle escort I saw his eyes dart down a couple of times. Sure enough, my still enlarged cock was tenting the gym shorts a bit, and I felt a little thrill when I knew he was looking. He was pretty nervous about it and quickly made his way back to his truck. The problem was, he’d left me with a “mattress-in-a-box” that weighed a couple hundred pounds right here on my front porch. I figured I could wrestle the awkward thing through the front door, but getting it upstairs was something I hadn’t thought about.I was just about push-and-pull it into the house at least when a red Mustang convertible came around the corner and swung into the driveway next door. Behind the wheel was the neighbor kid Brian.Brian was twenty-two and had just graduated from the state university. He was a couple of years younger than my son, but they’d been high school friends. Brian had hung around our pool a few times this past summer prior to my son’s wedding. He was usually in the company of a hot co-ed named Jen. They made quite a pair. She was a classic, sun-kissed blonde with firm tits, long legs and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She had a bright smile, a flirty nature and kissable lips. Brian was about 6’1”, with dark hair and eyes. He kept his beard trimmed to a stylish stubble, and I assumed he was manscaped, since his chest and legs were smooth. I’d had to fight off more than one hard-on when the two of them were laying out back, taking turns rubbing sunscreen onto each other.“Hey, Mr. J! How’s it going,” Brian called out, and I suddenly thought maybe I could get him to at least wrangle the big-ass box inside with me.“Brian! How’s the job search going?” I asked.“Two interviews next week – wish me luck,” he said.“You’ll do great,” I replied. “Hey? What do you have going on right now? Could you give me a hand getting this damn box up to Steve’s old room?”“No problem!” Brian said and walked over. He was wearing ranger panties and running shoes, and his t-shirt was damp. “Just did 10K – when are we running together again?”“I’m too old to keep up with you, kid,” I said good-naturedly. “But we have to get your dad back out there.”“Doc says his knee should be good to go in a couple of weeks,” Brian replied. “But he’s vowed to stick to the track or road and off the trails for a while.”A couple of years back, Brian and his dad, and my son and I, had teamed up for a relay trail race. It was a great time, and we’d been talking ever since about finding a similar event.“Well, if I don’t wrench my back getting this fucking mattress up the stairs, we’ll get in a few miles soon,” I said.“Is that what this is?” Brian asked. “That’s a giant damn box.”“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not trying to rope you into spending the day helping me clean out a bedroom. If you’ll just help me get it up the stairs, I’d appreciate it.”“No problem at all,” he replied and squatted down to “lift with his knees.” As he did so, his thighs flexed and his t-shirt rode up a bit to show his bare belly.I grabbed my end and backed up the stairs as Brian took most of the weight on the way up. “We can just leave it here in the hallway,” I said.“This thing is a beast, Mr. J!” Brian said. “Let me go ahead and help you get it on the frame now – it’ll suck trying to do this yourself later.”

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