Damn the neighbours, Jason's horny and needs to get off right now!

Tossing the stalk of the strawberry aside, Jason stepped down onto the lawn and lay back in the shade of the towering cleanstone peach tree, pulling his t-shirt off and tucking it under his head he ran his right hand over the light dusting of black hairs on his chest, his left sliding under the waistband of his jeans. Biting his lip he popped the top button, pulling the zipper down and raising his ass enough to let him push his jeans down to his thighs. He imagined Glen touching his chest, kneeling by his side, one hand tweaking his nipples and Glen's hazel eyes bright with love and lust.

It wasn't enough, he thought as he hauled his uncut cock from his boxer briefs. he was still to confined, the jeans too tight and he toed off his workboots, whimpering as his left hand teased the swollen nubs of his nipples, each touch causing his dick to jump against his palm as he worked the foreskin up and down over the head of his cock.

Pulling up one knee he worked the leg of his jeans off, sending his sock off into the grass as he did, relieved to feel the breeze on his naked skin. Closing his eyes he imagined Glen's fingers being replaced by his tongue, lapping against his chest and he growled involuntary at the thought of Glen's fingers trailing lower, cupping his balls and then moving lower still.

Jason gasped as he felt the finger breach his asshole, slipping easily into him, lubricated by his sweat and eagerness, he groaned as his cock swelled, sending erotic shocks through his body as the probing finger found his love-nut.

"Fuck me..." he whispered as he spread his legs, pausing only to rid himself of his clothing completely. A second finger joined the first and he worked his cock furiously, feeling a tingling begin at the back of his balls.

"Oh fuck," Jason grunted as his abs tightened and his ass spasmed around his fingers. Six spurts of white cum flew up, the first passing over his head and the next two splashing his face. Opening his mouth he licked his lips greedily, savouring his taste as he dribbled onto his chest and belly.

"Fuck..." he muttered again, relaxing onto his T-shirt. "That was good," he whispered to himself. He only hoped he'd get away without having being seen.