The year was 1991. It was summer. My mom asked me to scrap the old paint and put a new one on the roof - alone. I was reluctant at first, but when she offered a hefty monetary compensation for that service that I would render, I was on the roof in nano seconds. It wasn't how I visualized half of summer would be, but hey, the upside to it I would have some extra cash to burn, exercise my upper body, and have a great slaving under the hot summer sun.
On the third day working on the roof, I had managed stripped half of the roof of old paint. My bare chest was covered with sweat, baby oil and chips of scrapped paint. I decided to take a break. I sat on the rug and reapplied baby oil in my body. I absently poured oil in my navel. I realized that I was putting more than I should when the oil had already covered most of my pubes and wetted my gray boxer shorts. I don't know what came over me, but as the oil continued to flow down my shaft, I instantly became hard.
I looked down on the street and saw that there were few passersby. I decided that no one would know since I'm on the roof and decided to yank my shorts down to my knees. I lavishly began pouring baby oil on my harden rod and it felt so good. This was the first time that I used lubricate other than my precum or soap. I spread the oil on my shaft and balls. Man, it was great. The added thrill in this whole experience was exhibiting this sexual act in public for the first.
As I began to pull my cock up and down, my heart was pounding like it wanted to break free from my ribcage. I continued to leisurely spank my horny pole until I heard my mom calling me for some snacks. I shouted that I would down in a bit. I've come to far to stop now, so, I sped my right hand and jack myself hard. My balls tighten and I knew that I was cumming. When I did, my spank flew to my chest and abs. I then spread the cum all over my body and stayed a bit to let it dry. After five minutes, I went down and had my snack.
That night, neighbor, Gilbert, invited me to play monopoly. The whole night that we were playing, I felt that he was stare at my crotch and then grinned. I got annoyed and asked him why he was doing that. He told me that he saw me jacking on the roof. I was so embarrassed and told him not to tell anyone. He told me that he wouldn't, if I repeat my performance in his room.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, our house is a bungalow. My friend's house has a second floor. His room is facing our house. That's how he was able to see my show.
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