**All characters are fictional and 18 or older**
Rick had a busy day ahead of him. It was Saturday, which meant the lawn had to be cut and the various flowers around his house had to be watered. Despite not having his wife around anymore to remind him of the chores, he did them like clockwork anyway.
He woke up at seven in the morning; he showered, ate breakfast, and began to get dressed. By now, the sun had risen and the air outside had become humid and heavy. Even with the summer heat bearing down on him, he enjoyed the outside work that pulled him out from the air conditioning for a few hours.
His old work boots were laced, and his pants were buckled. As he started buttoning his shirt in the mirror's reflection he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. The bedroom window looked out into his backyard that was contained by a dense strip of woods. This served as a makeshift fence between his land and Will's, his neighbor. Through the swaying branches there was a small opening where Will's backyard was visible. Rick walked over to the window and squinted, just to see if his eyes were playing a trick on him.
They weren't. A large blanket was laid out over the grass, and lying on top was a young naked person reading on their stomach. His cock twitched from excitement, and while Rick couldn't see their face, he imagined it to be a woman, due to their pale, hairless bubble butt.
He saw that the unknown nudist was reading a book; their bare feet rose in the air with ankles crossed, and rocked them back and forth lazily. This care-free exhibitionism turned Rick on so much, and so quickly, that his mouth became dry in an instant. He fell into a deep, primal state: his eyes were locked on the strangers' bare buns, and his pants were undone without him consciously doing so. Rick began stroking his own cock that bounced from his quickened heartbeat.
"Will doesn't have a girlfriend," Rick thought. "Who is this girl?"
While Rick continued to pump his hand back and forth on his girthy member, he saw another person walk up behind the blanket. It was Will.
A man in his forties, Will was younger than Rick, but he was attractive nonetheless. He had a buzzcut with a beard that fell below his Adam's apple, and wore his construction boots, jeans, and button-downs even when he wasn't at work.
Will, now standing directly above the nudist's rocking feet, must've said something to get their attention. They closed the book, rolled onto their back, and propped themselves up with their elbows. Rick could see that his intuition was incorrect: it was a young man. He had curly blond hair that was long enough to cover his eyes, and a soft cock that now rested against a thigh. He left his raised knees spread wide so Will could see everything.
Rick didn't recoil when he noticed the dick between the stranger's legs. In recent years he finally acted on his closeted bisexuality; with no one in the house anymore, he downloaded dating apps and slept with a few women his age, along with a few guys in their twenties from the nearby university. Most of them had a thing for older men, especially those who lived outside of town in a nice and secluded home with a pool and a hot tub.
Will unzipped his jeans and beckoned the young man toward him. The Blond rose to his knees, sat his bubble butt on his heels, and began to bob his head on Will's hard-on. Rick let out a primal grunt and quickened the pace for pleasuring himself.
The Blond must've been good, because Will tilted his head to the sky and opened his mouth from the pleasure he was receiving. Since Rick couldn't trade places, he quickly opened the closet on his left and grabbed a pair of binoculars. Rick's heartbeat sped up and shook the air inside his lungs.
Rick had good eyesight, but the binoculars brought him even closer to the action. Now, the Blond was lying on his back and holding his knees to his chest waiting for Will to pull his pants down. A bottle of lube appeared from Will's pocket before he dropped his pants to his ankles, just like Rick had done.
Will oiled the Blond's hole, anchored his arms on each of the young man's thighs, and slowly entered inside of him. Before long, both men were groaning in pleasure. Rick was the most sexually excited he had ever been, and was on the edge of coming, but he wanted more. He slung the binoculars around his neck and cracked the window so that he could possibly hear the moans and the skin slapping. The noises were distant but audible.
Will had the young man's ankles in his hands and continued to pummel his ass. The Blond came and moaned loudly before covering his own mouth and bucking his hips. Rick couldn't handle it anymore and blew his load onto the window pane and the bedroom carpet. He didn't care about the mess, the orgasm was earth-shattering.