The Boys of Summer

5.

Five hours had passed and mom and dad hadn't shown up. There must have been another delay in the airport which was like three hours away. I started to ponder on why the entire house was nearly in a remote area. Probably it was the cause of mother and father's onslaught to half ruining my life.

Playing some Spandau Ballet on my record player, I let myself get occupied on watching the summer birds fly around and above the lake. The balcony of my room had the best view in the house that overlooked the garden, garage, and the man made lake that my parents fervently spent money on to make.

Using my goggles, I leaned on the railing and followed the groups of birds doing pirouettes. One particular bird caught my attention; a beautiful lone bluejay flying around near the pile of timber by the garage.

I intently followed the bird's jumpy movements as it flew and landed on every single thing that was around it.

The bird hopped on one of the statues in the garden and sat there tweeting by itself. Blue and grey colours adorned the pretty thing which just so happened to be my favourite colours. The bird hopped around on the head of Artemis and even pecked it.

Out of the blue, Erik's hand came into view as he reached over to the bird. The little bluejay looked at him before hopping on his hand. My mouth parted a bit as I watched in astonishment the way he handled the bird on his hand.

I focused my goggles to Erik's beautiful rugged face which was looking down at the bird. With his other hand, he fished out more seeds and presented it to the bluejay.

The bird in return, pecked on the seeds eagerly as it flailed it's wings around. Erik in the other hand, was smiling as he ran his fingers over the bird's head. Like a father tending to his baby, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy for no reason.

When the seeds were gone, Erik watched as the bird flew away. I tried to find the bird but it had completely disappeared behind the trees.

Pouting, I averted my attention to Erik who was still dirty and sweaty. Slowly, he removed his top in a bonny manner. He slumped the tank top on his shoulders as his muscular body was exposed to the world.

I bit my lip when he ran his fingers over his hard chest and defined abs that cascaded down perfectly to his waist. Cheeks reddening, I licked my lips as I watched him run hastily towards the lake.

Erik's butt in his tight shorts bounced profoundly as they were going to pop out. It was sort of rude and perverted for me to be doing this and I knew I had no shame. As prim and proper as people would see me, I wasn't all tea and scones while reading the bible. Sometimes you gotta have a little more fun than just that.

When Erik finally reached the lake, the first thing he did was strip of his shorts in one swift push. My mouth felt dry as his muscular ass was exposed along with the tight blue underwear he was wearing.

But it wasn't until he started to strip his underwear my cock started to heat up. Crossing my legs, I resisted the urge to touch myself as he threw the underwear beside his clothes. It was pure sin for me to have seen this.

He was turning around but just as I was about to catch a glimpse of his front, the door of my room flew open.

"Charles! Mom, dad and uncle Logan at here." Raven announced, barging into the room like a walking alarm.

Panicked, I jumped and turned around; cheeks all flushed and hands gripping the binoculars tightly.

"Yes I'll be down there!" I hastily spilled out. Just then, the record player stopped after the last track.