The Voyeur

“God damn,” I whispered as the towel fell to the pool deck. I was surprised to see he was none of the above. Pleasantly surprised, if I was being honest. I was staring at Evan’s firm, round ass, his cheeks sporting the same light tan as the rest of his body. Sunbathing nude must have been his thing. He stretched again, and my brain reacted to the sight before me by sending a rush of blood to my cock. I started to get my morning wood back. I moved my hand to my crotch and gently rubbed my growing shaft.

“God, turn around, turn around, please turn around,” I whispered repeatedly. As if I had sent him telepathic signals, he adjusted the lounge chair so that it faced my house and turned around to lie down.

“Oh fuck yes,” I whispered as I stared at his limp, slender cock. He laid down on the lounge chair with his legs slightly open, affording me an unobstructed view of his flaccid penis. I quickly pulled my rock hard cock out of my shorts and started stroking. I ran my hand up and down my shaft as I stared at his cock, my mind picturing me down there with him…taking him in my mouth…making him hard…making him cum. Precum was pouring out of my cock as I then imagined turning him over…spreading his legs…moving closer as he arched his back and raised his ass towards me…