Running Loose Naked

Riverview Avenue was the main road going through the neighborhood.

The announcement went on, but Ted had laughed at the thought of an eighty-year-old man roaming around the neighborhood in he nude, and he missed the rest of what was said. He cut off the laugh, though, realizing it was no laughing matter for a man that old to be out in nearly 100-degree heat, whether or not he was clothed.

Whatever. He hadn’t seen such a man when he was driving back from the academy and there was little chance he see him on Overlook Drive, which was a short dead-end street nosing into a cove off the Severn River. His cottage, the former boathouse of a bigger house on the street, which had burned down, was pretty isolated for being close in to the Naval Academy. Ted liked it that way. He had young men in frequently–he was highly sexed and mentored his Academy students in the Greek tradition–and it suited him to have his privacy here.

Remaining in the nude, he went padded across the hall and into the guest bedroom, where he had fucked one of the Academy midshipmen, Randy, the previous night. Randy was a gymnast and they’d been swinging from the chandelier as Ted put the student through demanding positions. The bed looked like a battle had been fought there, and in terms of Ted pounding Randy into submission that wasn’t far off the mark. He’d been rough but Randy had begged to come back for more, so Ted was content with their relations.

He stripped the bedding and took it into the laundry room. Realizing then that he was thirsty, he went down the stairs into the great room and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator.