Earlier today, I assisted my cousin in moving into his brand new house. He, along with his wife, daughter, and himself, had recently relocated back to our hometown from across the country. To make the process easier, he enlisted the help of two strong and muscular friends, one of my brothers, and me. Our task was to unload his belongings from the pod and place them in their respective rooms.

We woke up early and headed to his new house to begin our work. Throughout the day, we heard the phrase "Hauling cube!" being shouted quite frequently, which never failed to bring a smile to our faces.

At one point, one of his friends decided to take off his jacket, despite the freezing temperature of around 30°F. He was wearing a tight shirt with the sleeves cut off, claiming that he felt hot. And let me tell you, he definitely looked hot too! His well-built arms were bulging as he effortlessly lifted heavy objects, and his tight buttocks flexed as he climbed the stairs ahead of me. "Wow, he's attractive," I couldn't help but think to myself.

Once the pod was emptied onto the driveway, my cousin's other friend also decided to lend a hand in moving things into the house. He too removed his jacket, revealing a physique that could be described as nothing less than "hot" in a more alluring and attractive way, rather than the rugged appeal of the first guy. He had the looks of a model, with a well-defined and clean-cut appearance that was undeniably cute.

Observing these two individuals maneuvering around, their muscles flexing as they effortlessly handled heavy items, ignited a sense of attraction within me. It made me long for the days when I used to go to the gym and catch people's attention, as well as the feeling of getting hot and sweaty myself. Spending hours going up and down stairs with boxes had certainly stirred up some feelings.

After a few hours of unpacking my cousin's belongings, I finally headed home. The car ride back was quite a challenge, as I was incredibly turned on and struggled to contain myself.

As soon as I arrived home, I hurriedly made my way to my room. I quickly undressed and retrieved a couple of toys from my collection. One was a glass beaded hand dildo, while the other was a silicone rainbow toy shaped like a real penis.

I lay on my back, slowly exploring my body with the toys. I used them to pleasure myself, both in my pussy and my asshole, until I could hardly handle it. The glass dildo slid into my ass, one bead at a time, while the head of the rainbow toy stretched my pussy. It felt like my lips were devouring it, just like a venus flytrap capturing its prey. I turned on my side and continued sliding the toys in and out, enjoying the alternating pattern. The pleasure was so intense that my body trembled and I couldn't help but drip down the toys and my thighs.

As I imagined my cousin's friends taking me and satisfying me, my body convulsed with pleasure. I turned my head to face the mattress, lifting my left leg into the air and curling my toes. I let go of the glass dildo, leaving three beads inside me, so I could hold onto something as I screamed into the bed. My ass clenched tightly around the glass dildo, keeping it securely inside me as I removed the rainbow toy and reached climax. The intense pleasure made me squirt as I fantasized about the two men.

My sheets were soaked, just like I was. I lay there, exhausted, sweaty, and dripping after the eventful day I had.