I went with Toby to his basement, stopped in my tracks when I saw his pot plants, lush, green, and thriving in the makeshift garden beneath the window.
"You're really growing weed," I exclaimed.
"What's the big surprise? By now all the neighbors have told you."
"Yeah. That's right," I admitted. I felt the need, suddenly, to be honest with Toby. It was right about that time that Toby dropped his drawers and I laid eyes on his massive cock. He had a hard-on that looked the size of Texas on a clear day, large, heavily haired balls swung low in back, reminding me of a picture of a bull I'd once seen. "Damn!" I muttered. "What the hell are you doing?"
Toby laughed and came toward me. It was then I realized I wanted him to. I felt my own cock stir in my pants. Unconsciously, I found my hand had lowered to cup my erection, stunned at my own reaction to naked Toby.
"Strip," Toby stood waiting, hands on his hips. "We've been eyeballing each other across that back yard for a month now. It's time we fed our lusts for each other."
"Lust?" I stupidly repeated.