Your coworkers

The texts were from my co-worker Warren Edwards that immediately brightened my mood:

Dan, heads-up: Don dropped out of carpool due to scheduling change. His turn was up next, which means it rolls over to you for Monday. Reply when you get this, so I know we’re all set. I_f I don’t hear from you, we’ll move up to my turn instead.

No more prudish Don in the carpool! I envisioned plenty of rides to and from work with my cock buried in Ellen Hart’s warm mouth from now on, while I replied to Warren: “Okay, Warren. I’m all set for Monday.”

While I typed at my phone, I headed out back to the poolside deck, and sent off the message just as I reached the edge of the water. I smiled as I surveyed the newly-finished hardwood deck and the large concrete-and-tile pool. It was a beautiful sight, with the water glinting in the gold morning sun. I wasn’t usually much of a social sharer, but I decided this lovely view of my brand new pool called for a picture. I still had a fairly stiff dick leftover from my morning wood (replenished a bit by the thought of the many unstifled carpool blowjobs to come from now on), so I bent backwards a bit awkwardly to take a snapshot with my phone from a low angle behind my back, framing my stiffy against the backdrop of the pool shining in the sunlight. I posted it online with the caption: “Poolside nirvana at last!”

After posting the picture, I settled onto a lounge chair to enjoy the morning sun, taking a minute to rub some sunscreen on myself so I wouldn’t burn. When I rubbed the protective lotion on my cock (a sunburnt dick was one of the least enjoyable experiences I’d ever had, and not one I cared to repeat), the process naturally turned into a prolonged jerk-off since my morning wood still hadn’t been taken care of.

A couple of minutes later, before I’d really started to get going with my lazy poolside masturbating, my phone buzzed. Thinking it might be Warren confirming the carpool details, I paused my self-love for a minute to check.

Rather than my co-worker, it turned out to be a reply to my post of the pool picture from my mother. Mom was a social media addict who spent most of her day responding to everything anybody posted almost instantly, so I wasn’t surprised. It was a typical “Mom” comment, too: “The new pool looks great! And what a cock, Danny!