On the sunny side

Sun hits, I haul ass straight to the garden for a lay down and let it bake every inch. No meetings, no chores, just oil up and melt into the grass. Appetite hits? I hook a knee and slide that fat toy in, slow at first then pounding deep while the rails squeak like they wanna fuck too. Morning hard-on? Bulge kicked up hard under my shorts the second I step outside. Afternoon edging session? I milk the head until I spit, sun-warmed and panting, toys still dripping on the towel. No rags close enough? I lick it off, skin to teeth, tasting where that dick-shaped bar of silicone just stretched me raw.