The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was.
The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what once was a work shirt, was soaking wet. Even with the sleeves removed and the neck wide open his body was still steaming hot and as he looked back from his vantage point in the yard towards the house he was tempted to duck inside and get a drink.
After all the single Mom was had hired him to install the shed in the yard and given him permission to use the bathroom or come in to get a drink of water but he had resisted the temptation since time was money and he didn't want this job to last more than one day.
As Curt looked toward the back of the split level ranch he saw the blinds swaying in a room on the side of the house. That wasn't the first time he had noticed that and initially he thought that it might be a cat playing on the window sill but as one of the slats raised up Curt knew that was no cat.
It wasn't the woman who owned the house since she had left for work and the car was still gone from the driveway, and as Curt pretended he didn't know he was being observed he wondered who it might be. The woman had at least one kid, that much Curt knew, but he didn't know if it was a boy or a girl.
"Doesn't matter to me," Curt mumbled to himself, and it was true because he was very broad minded when it came to sex and the way he was feeling he was more than happy to fuck whoever it was behind those blinds.
It had been a bit of a dry spell for Curt and while business was great there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. All work and no play makes a guy horny and the way he had been feeling lately even the crack of dawn looked good.
Get a good look sweetie, Curt mused as he stretched his arms and twisted his back, hoping that he was putting on a good show for whomever was there. They had to be interested in the body, because he knew that he was far from being a matinee idol, unless one considered the bulldog that used to be on those old Warner Brothers cartoons handsome.
Curt's face was ruddy and weathered, showing all the effects of his fifty two years and the toll of working out in the elements. Still, the body was still impressive even if it did ache a bit more than it used to.
The 210 pounds was packed tight on his six-foot frame and just about every bulge was muscle. His shoulders and arms were massive and his chest was as broad as it was when he was young. He had about a 10% body fat calculated during an immersion test at the gym a few years ago and little had changed since then. His biceps when tensed were as big as some guy's thighs and were one of the reasons he hung onto shirts like the one he had on because they got attention from a lot of people, both men and women.
As Curt flexed and stretched he watched the blinds jiggle some more, and since his lips were dry and he could use a drink as well as a trip to the bathroom he decided to walk around the side of the house to duck in. Who knows, Curt thought, maybe he could find out who was looking out at him.
The house was air conditioned and while it was probably about 68 degrees it felt like a meat locker, cool and refreshing on his sweaty hot skin as he went looking for the bathroom. Curt headed down a hall that wound down the wing of the house from the kitchen and although Curt found the bathroom he decided to take a few steps down the hall to the room at the end where he thought the moving blinds were located.
Although Curt was as big as a bear he was surprisingly light on his feet and had done his best to be in a stealth mode as he reached the end of the hall. The cause of the rattling blinds was there behind them, craning his neck to see where the workman had gone, and Curt smiled and shook his head at his secret admirer.
The kid was a boy, a tall and skinny lad who was as pale as a ghost and who hadn't lifted a weight in his life unless you called lifting what was in his right hand exercise. Curt could tell the kid's body structure because he was naked except for what seemed like pajamas down around his ankles and as he came into the room the kid still had the blinds lifted with his left hand while his right hand was - well while the kid had his back to him there was no doubt what he was doing.
I'm flattered, Curt thought as he entered the room still undetected and while it was a sleazy scene to see the workman's only regret was that the peeping tom wasn't older because while the pale bony little butt was inviting he had no intention on going to prison for it.
The kid was tall though and while the voyeur was obviously young Curt had noticed that they all looked young to him these days. The last guy he had picked up at a local bar looked 16 but was in fact 25, so he knew that looks were deceiving.
When the kid remained oblivious to his presence Curt decided to let the kid know that the jig was up so in his deepest voice he bellowed, "Enjoying the show, kid?" and as his voice echoed in the little bedroom the young man spun around, nearly knocking the blinds clean off as he did.
Harry Potter. That was Curt's initial impression when he saw the startled youth with his dick in his hand and his glasses akimbo turn to face him, and the boy let out a frightened bleat before bolting away from the window in panic.
Where he might be headed to Curt had no idea because there was only one exit and he was standing between the door and the kid, and besides the boy had forgotten that his pajamas were bunched around his ankles so his first stride was his last as they tripped him up better than a linebacker could have.
The lad went crashing to the floor, the only stop along the way being the foot board of his bed and after the back of his head thumped against the wood he went down to the carpet. He wasn't hurt but he was a bit dazed and more embarrassed than anything else.
Nice dick, Curt mused as he looked at the long skinny cock which was deflating as he watched the boy try to cover himself while getting up. Curt decided to help as he grabbed a lock of the scruffy brown scalp and pulled him to his feet. The boy was almost as tall as he was but weighed next to nothing, the body not much more than skin and bones.
"Sorry," the boy's reedy voice chirped as he shied away from the sweaty hulk holding him by the back of the neck. "Sorry."
"Didn't mean to spoil the party kid," Curt snarled, the anger in his voice an act since he enjoyed playing the dominant role anyway and the kid was anything but that, but when he looked over and saw a few crumpled tissues on the night table Curt realized that the party had been going on all morning.
I was young once, Curt thought as he looked at the crusty twisted tissues that likely held several orgasms and the older man longed for the days when that would have been him jacking off while watching Superman or Jack LaLanne in his bedroom.
"Your mother know about your habit?" Curt asked as he kept his grip on the boy's neck and although it must have hurt the boy didn't really protest.
"Mom - she doesn't understand," he sniffed.
"Well why aren't you out playing ball or riding your bike with the other kids then?"
"I'm not a kid. I'm 19."
"Yeah, and I'm 20," Curt replied as he looked at the lad's scrawny chest and at his long legs which were as smooth as a female fresh from a waxing. "I was born at night but not last night."
"I am. I'm going to be a sophomore at State in the fall."
"That so? What's your name?"
"Bradley, sir."
"Well Bradley, if you're 19 it's time to start acting like a man," Curt advised as he let go of his neck and looked at the kid in a different way. "You see something you like you go out and introduce yourself."
"Not good with people," Bradley sniffed, as if Curt didn't know that already.
