But he’s not out in the front yard either, thank God for that. I could so see him still standing there like a lawn ornament, waiting for me to come back out, dressed in those boxers that hang lower and lower on his hips the later it gets. He’s just inside, I think as I start on the window that looks down into his room. I can see the mattress pushed up beneath his window and yes, there he is, stretched out on the dark bed sheet.
Naked.
No boxers, no shorts, no swim trunks, nothing. His legs are slightly apart, inviting, one hand behind his head and the other fisted at his crotch, covering his c**k. I can see dark hair curl around his fingers and wrist, the hint of red skin hidden in shadow, his muscled stomach and chest darker than usual. No lights on in the room, giving him that cool, du
