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Steve really liked my trailer, and we got him settled into his new room after moving everything from his old house to a storage unit. I let him bring a few things into the trailer, like a recliner, and his own bed, and the things of mine that were replaced with his items, we took to the storage unit. We both were roasting half-way thru the job, cause it was a bright and sunny July morning. The temperature outside started at 78, and was approaching 95 by 2pm. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled off my loose fitting tank-top. Steve followed suit, and I admired his perfect form. His arms were huge, and they were NOT out of proportion to the rest of his upper body, at all. His pecs were like mountains, curving slightly and very defined on the bottom, each had a brush of blond hair that shimmered in bright sunlight. His upper abs had the same light dusting of blonde hair that spread out over his incredible 8 pack. Yes, 8-pack...he had worked his abs so much that the little ones under his pecs were defined too. His lower abs had a little more density in the amount of light blond hair that thickened and narrowed as the descending his abdominal wall. The hair tapered into a happy trail that ran from just below his navel, down the center of his lower abs, and disappeared into his baggy shorts. I caught myself staring at his hot chest and abs and was just about to lick my lips, thinking of what lay beneath those baggy shorts. I quickly looked up and saw that he was looking off to the side and hadn't caught my stare....Whew !!!

Steve and I finally got done with moving him around 7pm, and were both ready to fall over from hunger, and from the heat. We had opted to skip lunch, thinking we could get it done faster and out of the heat, but the heat ended up making us drag ass. I told him I was going to cook some steaks on the grill, and offered him a beer. He chugged the beer and had it down in less than 15 seconds, looked at me and said can I get another one? I told him he lived here for now, and didn't need to ask, so he got up, strode over to the fridge, and got himself one, and handed me one too. I finished my 1st one, popped the top on the 2nd one, and began drinking it, but didn't chug it. Steve downed his 2nd one, got another and told me he would buy more tomorrow. I chuckled, and told him that'd be fine, I was glad to see him replenishing all the fluid his body had sweated out. He laughed and told me he probably had lost 15 lbs., during the move from sweating and really needed a shower bad. I told him it's all yours big guy, I'll start the steaks. He headed into his room, got himself a change of shorts, and headed for the bathroom. Before he shut the bathroom door, I could hear him whistle and say WOW, when he saw the free-standing shower, and garden-tub style Jacuzzi. I set about get the steaks on the grill and could hear the shower water running when I went back in to get the steaks, after letting the grill heat up a little. I went down the hall, stepped in front of the bathroom door, leaned in, and had to put my hand on the wall to keep from falling over. Steve was in the shower, facing the door, with the glass door open, watching himself frantically stroking his cock, in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Seeing him going at himself, gave me an instant boner, and I rubbed my cock thru my shorts.

Steve's upper body was outstanding, but his lower body wasn't as developed. His legs were muscular, but looked more like the legs of a really good swimmer, long, sinewy and firm. His legs were also covered in a wet matting of blond hair that clung to his flesh, like it was holding on, trying to avoid being washed off. I couldn't see his cock too well through the crack in the door-frame, because he had both hands on t, one on top of the other, stroking his cock, in perfect rhythm.