Let me introduce myself. I'm Robert. I'm 38 years old, 6' 3"s tall, 205 lbs. and am a happily married 100% heterosexual man. I am a fireman with a Battalion Chief's rank. It's a physical job and I work with my hands and back, so I'm in pretty good shape.
I make a pretty good living and love what I do. I take good care of myself, using the gym at our station whenever I'm on duty. My stomach is still tight and flat, accented by my 36" waistline. My arms and chest are defined and I modestly think I'm considered handsome.
In my off time, I love to play golf. After years of playing, I'm really not getting any better, but I'm not getting any worse either. I have a 2019 Harley Davidson Ultra Limited and ride some with fellow fireman friends when I have the time. We have a group of 8 guys in our local stations that get together for bike excursions, sometimes more guys from neighboring stations. Usually we end up doing about a 100 mile trip somewhere and end up at some burger joint, eating and drinking a few beers. One of the perks of being a fireman, is that women seem drawn to us. Again, I think I'm a better than average looking guy, but being a fireman is certainly a plus to drawing them.
My wife and I live in a really nice neighborhood, a better home than I could afford by myself, but my wife is a trust fund baby benefiting from her parent's generosity. It's a very upscale neighborhood, but like my dad always used to say, "It's just as easy to fall in love with a rich girl as it is to fall in love with a poor girl."
Last week, I came home from work about 12 noon. I noticed my neighbors sprinkler system was running, but one of the sprinkler heads was broken. Water was shooting up 10-15 feet in the air and the street curbs were flooded in front of his house and mine. Anybody that has a sprinkler system for their yard knows this happens regularly and maintenance is often required. I felt the right thing to do was to knock on their door and alert them as they would get a hefty water bill if it wasn't repaired.
As I knocked on their front door and waited for a response, I could hear music coming from their backyard pool area. I knocked again, waited a bit more, then rang the doorbell. Nobody answered, so I walked around the side of their house to their back yard gate and peered over the fence.
My neighbors, whom I had met a few times, seemed like a nice couple. They had moved into the neighborhood just a few months ago. The wife was very attractive, actually stunning and in great shape. Somewhat of a trophy wife I guessed, probably 15 years younger than her husbands age. The husband, who I would guess was mid 50ish, was pretty over weight. From my limited chats with him, he seemed like a nice guy. He was some kind of big shot in a property development company. They had mentioned that his wife had a son from a previous marriage, but I had yet to meet him. He was in his third year of college about 100 miles away and to my knowledge had never visited his mother's new house.
Looking over the fence, I saw someone laying poolside on a recliner, sunbathing with head phones on. The few times I had seen her exiting or returning from her trips to the gym, wearing those tight yoga pants, I almost drooled. I had never seen her in a bathing suit, but from what I could see now, she was definitely hot.
Her recliner was placed where her head was away from me, so I was looking at her legs and her million dollar bottom. While I couldn't see her face, her ass was absolutely amazing. She had one of those asses that didn't look real, the kind of ass that defied gravity. Prominent, over sized and globular, it was a thing of beauty. The kind of ass that stuck straight out and commanded your attention. What we called a "shelf ass", as you could set your drink on top of it while she was standing. What a view, so firm, so tight, it was breathtaking.
I hollered over the fence, but still oblivious to my presence, she didn't stir, so I guessed she was asleep or the head phones she was wearing might be those noise canceling types.
She was wearing the skimpiest bathing suit bottom I had ever seen on a woman. A black g-string that was wedged deeply between her cheeks. It showcased those gorgeous globes perfectly. I couldn't see a bra or bikini strap on her slender back, and guessed she was sunbathing topless. So, the perv that I am, I opened the gate and walked over hoping to get a better look.
As I neared her, I really got a good chance to admire her beautiful slender flawless back and that over sized spectacular bubble butt up close. I'm a total ass man, and hers was absolutely incredible. The kind of firm, toned, muscular ass that every woman wished she had, and every "ass man" wished he could play with.
I could feel my cock thickening in my pants as I fixed my stare on those fantastically plump and firm cheeks. As I reached her recliner, I was in awe staring down at her perfect ass, taking more time than was necessary to wake her, while enjoying the view. She had a little tattoo in perfect script on the very small of her back that said, "Come get some". I thought to myself it would be my pleasure. All I could think about was what a treat it would be to fuck her spectacular ass doggie style.
As I cast a shadow over her, leisurely enjoying the view before disturbing her, suddenly she jerked her head up and stared at me. I was shocked to see it wasn't her, it was a young man.
As we just stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of us speaking. As I scrutinized his effeminate face, I got a weird vibe from him, almost like he enjoyed being displayed for my lecherous staring. There was just something a little off about his face. His lack of masculine male facial traits, didn't exude a manly appearance to me. His face was so feminine, that if I had met him somewhere else, I would of avoided using a gender pronoun as I wasn't sure by his face only, what sex he was. While he was a very handsome kid, actually "pretty" would be a better word, he looked overly feminine in my opinion. Studying his face closer, I was almost 100% sure he had eye liner on.
Trying to press through this, I incoherently mumbled an introduction while I watched him remove his head phones. Realizing he didn't hear me the first time, I re-introduced myself again as his neighbor and explained to him in some mumbled detail that the sprinkler system was broken.
When he finally registered who I was and what I was explaining to him, he replied, "Hi, I'm Timothy, Dani's son. I'm just visiting from college for Spring Break. Dani and Paul are in Europe and won't be back for 2 weeks."
"Well, again, I'm Robert, their neighbor from next door and their sprinkler system is broken and flooding the street. You want me to show you?"
As he slowly began to compose himself to rise, he stretched and leisurely twisted before arching his ass a few inches upwards from his lawn chair. Posturing nonchalantly, almost lingering purposely displaying his ass to me, again, I couldn't help but stare at his young sexy body. I remembered that his parents had mentioned when we first met, that Dani had a son in college. She had told me he was a gymnast on his college's gymnastic team and was very accomplished as one of their teams stars. Apparently this was something he had been doing from an early age and Dani gushed proudly over telling me how good he was, going into great detail over the medals and trophies he had won. Thinking back to that day, I remember checking out her sexy body and didn't really pay close attention to what she was saying.
But, here he was and I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect ass. Timothy's legs were toned and muscular, especially his hairless smooth thighs. He had just the almost faintest whisper of light blond peach fuzz on his legs, contrasting his dark mane of longish coal black hair on his head. His ass cheeks, like his mother's, also defied gravity as he squirmed around in his lounge chair stretching out from a nap. His arms were toned, but nowhere near as developed as his thighs and ass.
Like his mother's ass, Timothy's ass protruded straight out from his tiny waist. I couldn't wrap my head around how a guy could have such a spectacularly sexy ass, a woman's ass. It just looked unreal as he bent over to pick up his sunglasses, which looked like they belonged to his mother. I couldn't help but stare openly at his butt as he coyly turned his head and caught me glaring at it. This caused him to give me slight smile as he knew I was enjoying the view.
We walked to the front yard, him only wearing this tiny g-string that was wedged deeply into his massive ass crack. I purposely trailed behind him taking more time to ogle those firm cheeks as they bounced with each step. They reminded me of 2 over inflated soccer balls bouncing in rhythm with every step. So perfect and firm, so sexy and desirable. The way they stuck out from his back was unbelievable.
After I showed him the problem, I suggested we turn the system off til he could get it repaired. Timothy seemed confused, not understanding me when I finally said, "The controller is probably in the garage, if you take me in there, I can probably turn it off for you."
As we walked to the garage, me of course trailing behind him again enjoying the view he said with his soft voice, "Thanks, I don't know how these things work, but they will probably call tonight to check on me and I will tell them."
Once in the garage, I found the controller and turned the system off.
"There you go, that should keep you from running up a huge water bill til you get it fixed."
"Thank you so very much Robert, you're a life saver. I owe you now." he said staring longer into my eyes than necessary.