Curiosity killed the cat...
I was working in our backyard when my wife, Linda called out that there was a moving van in the driveway next door. It looked like someone was finally moving into the old Jackson house after months of it sitting empty. We had both been curious to see who would be moving in. The previous owners, Mark and Carol Jackson, had been very good friends of ours, but Mark had received a large promotion that unfortunately required a move to the east coast. We were going to miss them and hoped the new owners would be at least half as good of neighbors as the Jacksons.
While I continued to putter around the yard, I kept my eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was moving in. When I opened our garage door to roll out the lawn mower, I saw that my wife, in her usual gregarious manner, was introducing herself to our new neighbor and was waving me over to say hello. "Honey, come say hi. This is Ray Babcock. Ray, this is my husband Tom." Ray was a well-built, handsome man in his early forties with dark hair, an impressive mustache, and a stubbly square jaw. He had a warm smile and shook my hand firmly in his strong grip.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. You must be responsible for all this beautiful landscaping," looking around at our front yard. "It looks like I have a lot to do to try and catch up."
I smiled back at him and said, "Thanks, guilty. Nice to meet you Ray, and welcome to the neighborhood." We chatted for a while, and it turns out Ray was a recent divorcee and would be living on his own in the three-bedroom house. While he had two adult children, they were both away at school and wouldn't be living with him at this point. I noticed his movers were unloading the van behind him but offered, "I know it's never fun moving, but let me know if there's anything I can help with, even if it's just rearranging or assembling furniture or sharing landscaping tips."
"I appreciate that, Tom, I may take you up on it." We eventually let Ray get back to work while I finished mowing our lawn. I caught a few more glimpses of Ray wandering around in his shorts and t-shirt before I was done, and I wondered if he worked out regularly. He really did have an amazing body and seemed to exude warmth and confidence. I was in decent shape myself for someone in their fifties but much leaner than Ray. Whatever he did for exercise or a living was working for him, and I was hopeful that I might pick up some pointers from him along the way. Most importantly, Ray seemed like a decent guy, and my first impressions of him were positive. My wife felt the same and added that he wasn't too hard on the eyes either. Hmm, okay.
Over the next few weeks, we got to know our neighbor better and had Ray over for a barbecue one evening. We found out that he was a firefighter, so that explained in part his physique. He said they had a decent amount of downtime between calls, and he often used his spare time to work out as they had a good gym at the fire hall. Linda seemed a bit smitten by Ray, but I chalked that up to him being a fireman. Don't all women love a man in uniform? I had to admit he was a handsome man. While I was attracted to women, I could appreciate another man's good looks.
We ended up at Ray's for dinner one night in return and saw what a beautiful job he had done with decorating and settling into the house. He was also an excellent cook, which Ray chalked up to having to take his turn cooking at the fire hall and that firemen were tough food critics, so he had to sink or swim. While Ray was younger and more of a man's man than my regular buddies, I found myself warming up to him, and we seemed to get along well despite our differences. He was fun to be around and a quiet, respectful neighbor. For a guy that seemed to have everything going for him with looks and personality, we didn't notice him dating much but figured he hadn't fully embraced being single again after his divorce.
Ray did have the occasional buddy over, and I assumed they were probably other firemen dropping by for a beer or to hang out. Like Ray, most of his friends were his age or younger and in great physical condition. Otherwise, Ray mostly kept to himself, but he was always friendly with us. While we missed Mark and Carol, we both felt fortunate to have Ray living next door, and Linda seemed to enjoy the eye candy.
Later that summer, we had a power failure in the middle of a heat wave. Apparently, the high temperatures had put too much of a load on our power grid to keep up. With no ETA in sight on when power might be restored, we did what we could to keep cool by opening windows, dressing lightly, and sleeping on the cooler main floor. The power was still off when Linda and I headed off to bed, but unable to sleep with the oppressive heat, I wandered the house in the dark to see if there were any other windows I could open for additional ventilation. Passing by the main floor powder room, I realized I hadn't opened the window in there yet. The frosted bathroom window was the only window facing Ray's house, and I couldn't remember ever opening it. It took a while to unstick, but finally I was able to open it. Immediately, I felt a welcome breeze and paused to enjoy the evening air on my face.
Glancing out the window, I noticed a light coming from one of the spare bedrooms in Ray's house. The light was warm and flickering, so he must be using candles. The curtains were partially drawn but moved in the breeze with the open window. Just then, Ray passed in front of the curtain, and I caught a glimpse of the side of his torso and hip as he walked by the window, and it looked like he might be naked. Whoa. I wondered what Ray was up to this time of night wandering around his spare bedroom in the nude.
Curious, I watched and listened. With the eerie absence of humming air conditioners, I could hear muffled conversation across the short distance between the houses. Did Ray have someone with him? If so, he must be getting lucky tonight. Good on him. I was surprised it didn't happen more often given his good looks. While there was only a small gap in the curtains, I'd occasionally get a wider glimpse of Ray moving about the room as the light curtains moved with the breeze, and he was definitely naked. So far, I couldn't see who he was talking to. As the breeze picked up, I caught a view of Ray's back and ass as he stood near the window facing the rear of the room. Damn, I knew Ray was built, but his ass was impressive. I felt my cock thickening, thrilled by the voyeuristic nature of the scene in front of me. While I could only see Ray, I pictured some hot babe in the room with him about to get herself some fireman hose. This was like watching my own private sex show.
While I was only seeing a small part of the spare bedroom, it looked like he had a bench covered in black leather against the far wall and a shelf with paddles and handcuffs to the right of it. It looked anything but like a spare bedroom. Did Ray have a
sex room
