It was an ordinary summer day and I awoke at 1:00 pm as was my routine at the time. Rolling out of bed thoughts began flooding my head as for how I was going to spend another lazy midsummer day. I decided on calling up a couple friends to hang out for the rest of the day, but I made sure to leave time to jack off that night, as I was especially horny.

My dad poked his head through my door; I guess he heard me waking up, “So you decided to get up after all. I’m glad because I wanted you to mow the yard and then later we need to get fitted for our tuxes.” Well so much for my plans, at least I should still have time to rub one out to some Internet porn tonight. I had forgotten I was supposed to get a tux for my sisters wedding, not my favorite way to spend a Friday I had off work. I rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of green cargo shorts. I decided not to wear a shirt so I could show off my newly earned chiseled chest. Before this summer I was sporting a layer of baby fat and some droopy pecks that I managed to work off with a month of rigorous exercise.

I dunked my head into the shower and rustled my blonde hair into a messy but sexy style. After I was satisfied that I looked good I ran downstairs and pushed the mower out of the garage. It was an excellent day to be outside, the sky was clear blue and there was a light breeze to combat the summer heat. As I mowed all I could think about was sex, mostly fantasies with guys from school. I imagined being at a party and some hot jock inviting me in a threesome to fuck his girl. We would be in one of the spare bedrooms with the lights dimmed, and he and his girlfriend both go down on me leading each other’s tongues up my cock. He of course had a perfectly toned body and a nice round ass that I would soon fuck. Just as I got to the part in my fantasy where it was my turn to suck him off I reached the last corner of grass and turned the mower off.

I ran my hand down my sweaty torso and adjusted my now hard dick so it wasn’t as noticeable and went inside for an ice cold drink. No sooner had I gotten through the door before my dad came downstairs, “Put a shirt on muscles and let’s go, the tuxedo place closes in an hour.”

So I did and we were off. Cruising down the highway I pondered if I would ever tell my dad or anyone else that I was gay or at least bi. We drove by a cute couple walking down the sidewalk holding hands and I longed to be with someone. At that point I would have settled for anyone guy or girl to love and hold. Most of my friends would probably abandon me if they found out I was gay, so I tried to come to terms with the