Chapter 29: SunbathingThe urge to spy on young Tacoma felt like an endless thumping sensation that found its way into my cluttered and infected mind, and my lower regions where I stored my ejaculate for him to taste and swallow. With utmost skill, I snaked the pathway along the East Garden that led to the majestic blue-blue pool by the lake. And from a short distance, with trembling and nervous hands, and arms at my sides, I stayed hidden behind a bunch of oaks, pines, and tall maples, watching him yet again; an action no different than what I had accomplished in the secret camera room.
As expected, he was on the cement patio surrounding the shimmering pool, this time sunbathing. Tacoma lay in the heated afternoon, shiny and golden-bronze, still and silent, his back positioned to the sun.
