"There you are again," chuckled Charlie Gordon as he leaned back against the wall of the hot tub and reached for his glass of iced tea. "You buy a house out in the middle of nowhere expecting privacy..."
The retired Marine chuckled as he left the sentence unfinished, because while he did like the seclusion his house out here provided, he also had no problem in somebody talking an interest in peeking at him over the privacy fence that separated his house from the now-vacant one.
That couple had left, because the guy probably couldn't keep his wife from looking over at him while Charlie sunbathed or sat in the Jacuzzi on his back patio, nude as was his custom. Even the fence hadn't kept the guy's wife from peeking at him whenever she could.
Charlie had no interest in the woman, since his tastes ran to members of his own gender. Her husband - he was too old though, probably about 50, but their son - he was another story. A whole lot of stories last summer before he went off to college.
Charlie liked them young - not TOO young of course - because he had no interest in spending time on the front page or locked up with a bunch of animals, all for sake of a roll in the hay. A nice 18 or 19 year old, like young Ellis had been last year, or like many of the young recruits that he had managed to mold into men in many ways back in his service days, that was perfect.
So who was that over there peeking through the fence at him, Charlie wondered? Probably over 6' tall, judging by the glimpse of brown hair he had seen over the top of the fence. There were some young fellows that lived down the road a ways. Maybe one of them heard about him and his... ways.
"Been a while," Charlie mused, and then decided to stand up and stretch, mumbling, "You want to see something -here you are."
At 61, Charlie Gordon was just as trim as he had been all his life, the 170 pounds that his muscular 6'2" carried pretty much the same as it had been back in high school.
The only sign of age was his hair color. His brush cut was silver, and needed a trim Charlie mused as he ran his wet hands over the bristle. The chest hair was now mostly grey now as well, and Charlie had been tempted to shave it more than once.
Not only would the hair gone show off his still fit physique, but might make him look younger. His pubic hair - that was long gone. The first time he had noticed a grey one in the forest, he had shave it all off, and it never grew back.
Charlie looked down at what his nosy friend was probably looking at, and as he moved his hips the long flaccid snake swayed lazily back and forth, the smoothness around it making the over-sized organ appear even bigger.
Charlie stepped out of the Jacuzzi and stepped inside, and just for the hell of it, went out the front door, grabbing a towel just in case somebody was out on the dead end street, because he was curious who was his secret admirer.
When Charlie came around the side of the vacant house, he saw that the person was male was not more than 6' tall, because he was standing on a milk crate. The kid, chubby it appeared, was unaware of his presence, and Charlie was amused when he saw that the lad, who was wearing t-shirt and shorts, had the shorts a little bit down and while his left hand was holding the fence, his right hand was busy doing something.
Charlie wished he could see what that hand was slowly moving on as the kid kept looking through the slats, no doubt waiting for him to come back out to the Jacuzzi when in fact he was standing about 12 feet behind him.
"Good afternoon," Charlie bellowed when he could wait no more, and when the kid jumped he lost his balance, causing him to fall down clumsily.
Charlie was over there fast, helping the boy to his feet as he pulled up his pants and tried to pull away.
"Don't go," Charlie said as the red-faced lad looked at him with eyes bulging.
"I wasn't doing nothing," the boy said.
"You mean you weren't doing anything, don't you?"
"Yes," the kid sniffed and he clutched his pants to keep them from dropping.
"It appeared you were looking over into my back yard," Charlie said.
"I was just looking at the jacuzzi. Want my Mom to get us one. It looks cool"
"That so? Looks like you were doing something more than looking," Charlie said as he nodded downward, and he let go of the lad's wrist and told him to fix his shorts. "Want to try again, son? The truth this time?"
"I'm sorry mister," the boy said. "I was just - I dunno. Bored. Curious."
"Nothing better to do that look at an old man?"
"I'm a friend of Ellis," the lad said. "Not a friend really. We rode the same bus to school."
"That right?"
"I heard stuff. Stuff about you and him."
"Really?"
"Can I go now?"
"What's your name son?" Charlie asked in a fatherly voice.
"Garrett."
"That your first name or last?"
"First. Garrett Strong. I live with my mother down on Route 29."
"Pleased to meet you Garrett Strong," Charlie said, extending his hand. "I'm..."
"Sgt. Gordon. I know who you are," Garrett said. "My Mom, she would kill me if she knew I was up here. She said I should never come near you."
"How come you didn't listen to your mother?"
"She treats me like a kid."
"You are a kid," Charlie chuckled.
"I am not," Garrett said. "I'm 18. Going to college in September."
"What's your birthday?" Charlie challenged, and after Garrett gave him the date he added, "What day of the week were you born on?"
"Thursday," Garrett said, and Charlie nodded.
"Would you like to join me in the Jacuzzi," Charlie offered.
"Don't have a suit," Garrett sniffled.
"Neither do I. See?" Charlie said, and the lad did a triple take, his head jerking around nervously while trying to pretend not to stare at what was revealed when the towel dropped.
"What's the matter, Garrett? Did I look better from a distance?"
