The movers have quieted and I go back to my solitary celebration. “I did it,” I tell Frank. I don’t believe in heaven or the afterlife, yet I talk to Frank all the time.
A splash below is so big I scoot my chair closer to the deck’s right edge to see what’s going on. I’m secure behind potted shrubs that stand a good four feet high. Frank planted them for privacy though I argued nobody could see up the hill. Now well positioned, I can peer through the greenery while going unnoticed.
What I see is a man bobbing in the pool while another stands at the edge, laughing and wiping the spray off himself. The swimmer appears to be quite large, but maybe it’s the water magnifying him. His friend is thin, blond haired, and well built. He wears cutoff jeans and an orange T. I can’t hear what they’re saying.
I note the swimmer has amber hair and a well-trimmed beard. He paddles over to the steps to climb out, which gives me the whole of him. Huge, is my first thought, but this is lost to the fact that he’s stark naked. More of that amber hair is spread across his chest and down onto an ample belly. Of course I’m eager for what’s lower but am disappointed as his big stomach blocks my view. I do manage a glimpse of his cockhead which seems impressive simply for escaping the bulk above
Sipping wine, I enjoy the scene below, which now turns playful. The big guy is attempting to undress the blond and I get a good rear view as the friendly tussle takes place. The big man’s butt cheeks are huge and I can’t help but think of getting in between them to probe for the center. I envision a finger lost in flesh and when I push it into him, my hand is consumed.