You get dressed

Despite your throbbing erection, you sit up and do your best to resist the urge to relieve yourself. You grab your least favourite band shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans. After putting in your earbuds and sliding on your shoes, you skip breakfast and head outside. You can see the storm growing in the distance, but thankfully you have plenty of time to mow the lawn before the rain comes.

As you put the lawnmower back in its place, you can feel the rain begin to strike your freckled cheeks. You jog quickly to the back door. Once inside, you remove your earbuds, and put it on a Bluetooth speaker so you can do the rest of your chores to some good music. While the metal music fills the room, you find a rhythm that gets your heart pumping. One by one, you grind out the tasks for the day.

While you are still alone, you decide to take a shower. You peel the sweaty clothes from your slim body, and toss them in a hamper. Once the water gets hot, you let it wash over every inch of you, including your wavy red hair. Now that you are alone with your thoughts, your mind starts to wander to this morning. You cannot get the cute cashier from your memory. Imagining her naked before you has you hard once again, and you take the opportunity to start stroking. An audible groan escapes your lips as you twist and yank on your throbbing erection. Before long, relief comes, and you have to clean the shower wall of your thick load. You feel focused and energized as you get dressed in a similar, but clean, outfit as earlier.

Unfortunately, once your dad arrives home, he begins criticizing the work you did. You bite your tongue as he verbally assaults you. “I should've just done this myself,” he complains. Now that you are an adult, the blows hit different. The years of emotional damage have built up to a point, and you are now seething in anger. The temptation to lash out is there, but you question if it is worth saying anything anymore.