The temperature hit 30 degrees today, which is pretty good for the beginning of March. Determined to take advantage of the "heat wave," I decided I'd take an afternoon dip in my hot tub. I stepped out the backdoor and onto my deck wearing nothing but a ratty old green towel wrapped around my waist. My nipples immediately hardened in the cold air as I lifted the right side of the hot tub cover, releasing a cloud of warm steam.

Suddenly I noticed a repetitive pounding coming from nearby. I froze and glanced around. Two houses over, a man was positioned on some scaffolding, installing siding on my neighbor's house. Because of his angle, I knew that as long as I kept the left half of the hot tub cover closed, he'd only be able to see my top half. Nothing too scandalous about my hairy chest, I decided. I patiently waited for the carpenter to turn his head away from me, dropped my towel onto the wood slats, and vaulted into the hot, swirling water.

I sank into the massaging eddies around me and exhaled, feeling all of the tension leave my body. I lowered myself onto the built-in corner bench and let my head lull backwards, giving me a view of the carpenter across from me. He wasn't really my type, but he was appealing. Normally I go for bear-type men with chunky bodies and bushy beards. This man wasn't as big as I normally like my men, but he certainly did fill out his pair of yellow coveralls quite nicely; a tight belt of tools squeezed his waist, accentuating his round belly. His face was clean-shaven, but he had a broad neck, round cheeks, and kind features. A pair of sunglasses were pushed back onto the top of his head, riding high in his close-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair. I guessed he was in his early to mid 40s. When he turned away from me to hammer on a slat of wood, I got a good view of his backside; the material of his pants was stretched tight over his bubble butt. Being a sucker for a round, fuckable ass, my dick immediately sprang to attention.

"So maybe 'my type' is a little broader I thought," I admitted to myself.

Enjoying the view, I placed my left arm on the rim of the hot tub but let my right hand wander down to my crotch. Because of the warm water, my balls were hanging low in their sack. I cupped them and then juggled them between my fingers. I traced along the side of my balls, stopping at the base of my already rock-hard cock. I encircled its base with my thumb and forefinger and tightened the makeshift cockring. I could feel every inch of my thick cock fill with blood, the skin on its surface tightening as its girth and length swelled. I continued squeezing, letting the other fingers of my right hand become involved as well. My mushroom head grew to enormous proportions, turning red. Soon I held my dick in a fist, stroking up and down ever so slightly. Without even realizing it, my left hand abandoned the side of the tub to play with my nipples. Involuntarily, it was tweaking and flicking my erect nipples, alternating between them. Because my nipples are a direct hotline to my cock, I was now consumed with pleasure, my eyes closed.

Then I noticed the hammering had stopped.

I opened my eyes. The carpenter was motionless and staring right at me, a board in one hand. I slid down a bit more in the water, halting my jerking and putting both hands on the edges of the tub. As my dick shrank, my face grew warm and I knew I was blushing.

"He couldn't see your cock," I told myself. "Just you playing with your nipples and thrashing around in ecstasy." My pep talk really didn't make me feel any better.

Gathering my courage, I looked up again. The carpenter was still watching me, but he was now smiling. He had a really sexy, lopsided smile. I grinned back at him, still a little sheepish. Then he lifted one hand and made a circular motion as if for me to continue. Without a thought from me, my cock stiffened again. I arched one eyebrow at the man, my sheepish grin becoming wolfish.

He nodded.

I sat up in the tub, tweaking both of my nipples at the same time and not taking my eyes off of the carpenter. He sat down on the edge of the scaffolding, placing the board beside him.

As I played with my nipples, I leaned back and arched my back, moving my hips up and down as if fucking a hairy bear's ass. I was turned on from head to toe, every inch of my body an erogenous zone. Taking advantage of my horniness, I traced the length of my body with my hands, lightly brushing my armpits, my nipples, my balls, the crack of my ass, my calves, and the soles of my feet, but avoiding my throbbing cock. I even gave each of my thick toes a tug or two.

The carpenter leaned to the side, craning his neck to get a better view of me as I pleasured myself.

Throwing caution to the wind, I kicked the cover completely off of the hot tub. It landed with a thud of finality on the deck. I was totally exposed now, the transparent water caressing my naked body from all sides.

The carpenter raised one fist and extended the thumb of his thick, gray, work glove toward the sky.

I locked eyes with him. We both licked our lips. Beneath the surface of the water I continued to tease my body, lightly touching myself as I fucked the moving liquid above me. I turned over onto my stomach and floated upward, letting the carpenter get a good look at my ass. Pulling myself to the side of the tub, I lowered my knees onto the bench seat and lifted my backside completely clear of the water. I bent forward and spread my cheeks wide with my hands, exposing my asshole to him. A cold breeze blew across my tight pucker. With just one finger, I teased my hole, tickling its surface and forcing the tip inside. I looked behind me. The front of the carpenter's coveralls were visibly tented.

I rolled over again, pushing my pulsating cock through the surface of the water. I grabbed its base with both hands and squeezed, milking a drop of clear precum from its swollen tip. I gave my cock a firm shake, flinging the viscous liquid onto my wet, hairy belly. With one finger, I rubbed at my piss slit, coating it in the slippery nectar, and then lifted the finger to my mouth. My tongue darted from between my lips, curling around my fingertip to retrieve every bit of my natural lube. It tasted sweet, not salty as it usually did. Finally, I grabbed just the head of my cock in one fist. Precum filled my hand, so I twisted my fist from side to side, spreading the liquid across my throbbing mushroom head. I let my hand travel down my dick's shaft, greasing up every hard inch. My cock swelled large in my hand as I jacked, growing in girth with each stroke.

The carpenter was discretely rubbing his hard dick through his pants, his eyes burning with lust. He was fantasizing about being in the hot tub beside me, I could tell.

I continued fucking my hand, really giving in to my sexual urges now. I bucked my hips upward, forcing my slick, hard cock through my tight fist. The water of the hot tub thrashed around me, splashing over the sides of the tub with each of my thrusts. I was close to cumming already, which surprised me. I clenched my jaw and licked my lips repeatedly, staring into the carpenter's face. He never once broke eye contact. Then he nodded at me, urging me to cum.

That pushed me over the edge.

I pressed against the bottom of the tub with my toes, tightening my calves and raising my crotch as far out of the water as I could. As I squeezed the base of my cock, a load of steaming cum shot from its tip, splashing over my chest and belly. I growled low in my throat, preparing for another blast. The second shot went even farther than the first, splattering across my face and beard. I could smell my cum dripping down the side of my nose and into my moustache. In total, I shot eight ropes of jizz, most of the others pouring onto my gut and filling my bellybutton with milky white liquid. As my entire body quivered from the orgasm, I sank into the water.

The sound of applause brought me back to reality. I looked up to see the carpenter standing and clapping his hands. I grinned an exhausted grin and gave him a wink. He smiled back. I extended my pinky and my thumb to form the shape of a phone and raised it to my ear. He pulled off his left work glove, revealing a wedding ring, and shrugged. I laughed and leaned back, ready for a nap.