My neighbor and I lost several big trees that narrowly missed my house, but one big fucker clipped the corner of his roof and demolished both of his cars, and ripping the power lines from his house and leaving his wife and newborn six week old in complete darkness.
We were on it. The four of us who live right in a row began chopping, sawing and carting this cunt of a tree. GOD GUYS IT FELT AMAZING to pound, cut and break shit, throw it on my shoulder and walk these big ass branches and logs ot the curb and throw them. I've come to realize, I love this physical work and exhausting myself to the point of barely being able to hold my head up hours and hours later drinking with these guys.
The adreniline rush of cutting and chopping and sawing
of course made me feel amazing and glad to be a guy;
glad to have the physical strength to handle the job;
happy to have the opportunity to play with some big boy toys.
But mostly, having the ability to work with a bunch of guys with a common goal and all of the wisecracking horseshit that goes along with it.
It felt so good and mademe feel so alive to be able to work throught this shit with them
And yeah, it made me feel horny and connected to these guys
One in particular who I could not resist fantasizing about his ass, cock, and kissing his hot sweaty mouth.
Later, as I sat in the hot bath, I kept thinking about what he might look like fucking his wife and what he might feel like, with my weight on him and his legs wrapped around my waist.
Between the exhaustion and the heat of the water, my cum was flowing like crazy
And I shot this incredible, nut-draining load. So even though Sandy's bitchy path, created havoc and heartbreak, I took back what I could claim -- my friends and our collective celebration of what it is to be a man.