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Lucas awoke in his bedroom. He stretched and yawned. He was excited to start his day. He ate a quick breakfast, and was looking forward to finishing his work early and going to work out. He needed to get in some good cardio today. He thought about how his body felt after working out. He loved the way his muscles burned and ached as he pushed himself to lift heavier and heavier weights. He loved the way his body felt afterwards. He shivered with anticipation. The only thing he didn't like was the cold shower afterward. Lucas was feeling particularly horny that morning. He thought about Tiffany, his beautiful wife. He thought about how good she would look covered in sweat and semen. He got dressed in gym clothes, and headed downstairs to the garage.

As he entered the garage gym he picked a song and turned on the radio, punching the button to open the garage door. Sam sat reclined in a beach chair on his lawn, waiting. Lucas continued with his workout. Sam had been watching Lucas every day after all. Why would that be weird? Lucas was very attractive. Sam watched him flex, pumping iron, running on the treadmill, doing sit-ups, jumping rope. Lucas worked out for an hour, then he took a break. He sat down on the floor and took off his shoes. He rubbed his feet and rolled his neck, stretching his arms above his head. He stood up and began walking towards Sam.

Sam greeted Lucas, taking off his sunglasses and wiping the sweat off his brow. Even in the thin tee shirt and small gym shorts one would be hard pressed to tell that Sam was a man, his body as lithe and graceful as any women Lucas had ever known.

"Good morning Lucas. How are you today?"

"I'm tired," Lucas admitted. He stretched his back.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Sam asked.

"I slept fine." He kept his responses curt. He wasn't entirely sure why he came over to talk to his neighbor. He felt like he was compelled to do it though. He felt like he needed something.

"You're tense. You're uncomfortable. You need to relieve some stress. Why don't you take your shower Lucas."

He grunted, that made sense. That was his routine. Work out, shower, fuck. He had stopped jacking himself off. He shouldn't have to after all. He nodded. He turned to go upstairs, grabbing a fresh towel as he passed the hall closet. He went straight into the bathroom. He started the shower and stepped in. He lathered up and began washing himself. Lucas thought about Tiffany. His cock was hard. He wished she was here. She would take care of him like a good wife should.

After he finished he toweled himself dry, his hard cock knowing no relief. He stepped out of the master bath and into the cool air of his bedroom. Sam sat on the bed, one leg dangling lazily over the edge. His weight resting on the heels of his palms. Lucas's brow furrowed. Sam shouldn't be in his house, right? No. No, it must be fine. Lucas's cock dripped precum to the floor. He felt like he needed to touch it, stroke it.