Chapter 3

As the towel drops to the floor, it reveals a round, chiseled ass, perfectly shaped, and I have to grab onto the telephone pole because I’m going to fall. I think I’ve alreadyfallen, and I can’t look away from the window as he tugs on a pair of white boxers followed by jeans, wiggling his hips to settle everything into place before he zips up. My mouth has to be open. My eyes must be bugging and staring and wide. Suddenly mypants are way too tight and every move I make chafes my cock, sending sweet splinters of pleasure through me. What did I turn around for again? What the hell am I doing up here?

The drop.

I look at the side of the house, and think that there’s plenty of cable to run over there. If not, I’ll climb up here again. Hell, at the moment? I can’t even remember how to get down.