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Sam tossed and turned miserably in his bed, the sheets damp, the air in his room thick and still.Same grumbled and rolled over, reaching for his phone. He squinted against the bright blue light of the screen and groaned. 1:43 am. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled.Same ran his hands through his hair and got up, padding downstairs in just his briefs, his phone tucked into the waistband. He rolled himself a cigarette and stepped out into his garden, only stopping to slip on a pair of trainers.The air was marginally cooler than it was inside the house, but there was a breeze moving through the air that cooled the sweat on his skin.He sat on the chair, next to the small table that held an ashtray and sighed. He picked up his phone, flicked through it while he smoked his cigarette, and let the cool breeze play over his bare skin.He glanced over at the other houses: all shut up, no lights on. He chewed his lip before grinning, and stood up, pulling down his briefs, letting the night air caress his entire body. His skin prickled, the breeze touching areas of his body not used to it.Sam reached down and felt Caddebostan Escort his balls, low and heavy from the heat, his cock thick and flaccid.He walked into the centre of his lawn and stretched, enjoying the freedom, the movement of the air over his cock. The motion-activated light by his back door came on, throwing his shadow across the grass, bathing him in bright white light. Sam flinched a little, but it was almost 2 am, and everyone had their lights out and curtains drawn.He walked slowly back to the chair, the metal surprisingly cold on his bare arse and thighs. He leaned back, letting his legs fall open. The feeling of the air in his exposed flesh was exciting, freeing, even. He felt his cock twitch a little,  hyper-aware of the sensations.He idly traced a finger down his shaft, enjoying the new sensations, the heady mix of excitement and a little fear. His pulse quickened as his cock grew, thickening in response to his touch, and the dark silent windows of his neighbour’s houses peering down at him. Sam wrapped his hand around his shaft, gently, Caddebostan Escort Bayan and stroked himself slowly, with a feather touch.”Oh fuck.” he murmured. He picked his phone back up.”Fuck, this is stupid,” he said to himself, unlocking with trembling hands.He paused for a second before opening the hookup app.He chewed his lip again, stepping back into the centre of the garden, where the light was best, and posed, taking some pictures of himself, exposed in the night air.Sam examined them before adding them to his profile. Tall, slim, a little hint of muscular, smooth skin, tight round butt, and a long thick cock. He posted them.”Bored, lonely, anyone up?” was the message. He already had the location in mind, he’d walked through there plenty in the early hours, on his way home from the pub, a little passageway behind the local train station.It didn’t take long for a hit. Older, taller than Sam, broad-shouldered, and most importantly, nearby. Sam’s cock throbbed urgently”Hey, love the pics. Fancy a chat?” the message read.Sam replied with only the Escort Caddebostan location, and “30 minutes, bring lube.””See you then ;)”Sam locked his phone and leaned back in his chair, heart pounding. His hands were shaking with anticipation. Sam plotted the route in his head as he stood, and quietly opened the garden gate, and stepped out onto the street.The streetlights lent everything an eerie glow, the air out here still warm and muggy. Sam started walking, his hard cock jutting ahead of him, swaying with his gait. He scanned the houses obsessively, watching for lights, a twitch of curtains, as he left the cul-de-sac he lived on, and rounded the corner onto the large community green.His cock was hyper-sensitive, every movement of the air sending shivers down his legs, precum bearing on his exposed head. He whimpered a little as he crossed and walked slowly across the green, the air delicious on his exposed manhood.It wasn’t far across the green, but with it so wide open and well-lit, it felt like it took hours. Sam had to stop for a second to steel himself, and then saw headlights, rounding the corner. They would have an unobstructed view of him. He sprinted, cock bouncing obscenely in front of him. He stopped behind a bush, crouched and only partially hidden from the road. The headlights swept past where he had been stood a second ago, and vanished around the next corner.

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