DAWN GARDENING
The sun was just starting to come up when I saw my older cousin out in the garden. He was always up early, but lately, he'd been doing something weird. He was naked, watering the plants, and I couldn't help but watch. His body was all muscles and sweat, glistening in the morning light. It was kinda hot, if I'm being honest.
One day, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know why he was doing this. So, I went outside, trying to act casual. "Hey, what's up with you gardening naked?" I asked, feeling my face get red.
He looked up and smiled, not even trying to cover himself. "Morning, kid. I like feeling close to nature, you know? Being naked helps with that."
I raised an eyebrow. "Close to nature, huh?"
He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, it's like, I don't know, shedding all the stuff we wear and just being real. Plus, it's hot out here."
I couldn't argue with that. It was hot, and he looked good. Really good.
But then he did something even weirder. He started touching himself, right there in the garden. I was shocked, but I couldn't look away. He was staring right at me, his hand moving slowly. It was intense, and I could feel my heart pounding.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice all shaky.
He didn't stop, just kept moving his hand. "I think my, uh, essence helps the plants grow," he said, his voice all breathy. "It's kinda like fertilizing them."
I blinked, trying to wrap my head around that. "You're jacking off for the plants?"
He laughed, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Yeah, something like that. It's weird, I know, but it works for me."
I watched as he finished, his body tensing up before he let out a sigh. He sprinkled his seed on the withering shrubs, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement.
Afterwards, he walked back to the house, his body still glistening with sweat. We had breakfast together, neither of us saying much. But there was this tension between us, this secret we shared. It was weird, but it was also kinda hot.
As the days went on, I found myself looking forward to these mornings. There was something about watching him, about being a part of his weird ritual. It was like we had this connection, this bond that was just ours. And even though I didn't fully understand it, I couldn't help but feel drawn to it. To him.
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