Recently I went out to mow the yard on a hot day. The neighbor was having his fence replaced, and an older guy was training a guy in his twenties. Normally, my balls are high and tight, but in the heat, they hanging down, hot and sweaty. As a walked pushing the mower back and forth across the length of the yard, my legs were pushing my balls and my thick, hanging cut cock around; my junk was moving around a lot in my loose boxers and very noticeably through my shorts. I had to keep an eye on my line of cut, but I did notice the good-looking twenty-something looking at me. Because I had to keep my eyes on where I was going, I couldn't get a look at where his eyes were looking. I could help but wonder if he notice my bulge being pushed around. The thought gave my mind a place to wander to while I sweat my balls off.