TRASH DAY
It’s not quite 7a.m. I’m relaxing in bed ‘enjoying’ some photos on my cell a friend just sent me. I can hear the rain as the wind drives it against my windowpane. I can also hear a heavy truck rumbling up the drive. “Oh My God, I forgot!” I jump out of bed and throw on a robe. Dashing thru the kitchen; I gather up a bag, slip into some flip-flops, close my robe, and throw open the door. The wind almost slams it closed, but I push through and head down the rain slick steps. Dashing to the curb with my can, my scrotum feels like a tennis ball bouncing against my legs, the head of my cock flirting with the opening in my robe. I make it just before the truck gets there, the guys laughing like hell. (it’s not the first time they’ve seen this race) As I head back to my house my robe blows open and I half-way hope that my neighbor is looking out her window, but it’s early and she is most likely trying to get her boys ready for school. Safely back inside I return to my photos. But now, I’m thinking of my neighbor too…
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Life of Elliott... 
looks tastee nice photo wonder if the g men would enjoy the show?
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Wardrobe malfunctions. 😉 Fun times. 🙂
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you’re making a rod for your own back Elliott! (and I think you like it)
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Great stuff – have a picture of you in full flight with your rubbish!
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Love it! Nothing like free entertainment for the neighbour and the garbage collectors – wonder if the have a dash cam?
Indie
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I don’t know what it is about this line…”my scrotum feels like a tennis ball bouncing against my legs” but I LOVE it. I could almost “feel” the heft for myself.
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