Frozen

*I sort of tried to write this from the perspective an a horny older man lusting after a hot young man he couldn't have. lol.*

I rock in my chair by the open window overlooking the back yards of my neighborhood. The radio blares music but my mind doesn't register the sound. Its hot, boy is it hot. I hate this summer heat. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and gaze out the window. The same old boring sight. The window overlooks the neighbors backyard, so naturally there isn't much to see. Then I notice him standing by his back porch.
Todd Reckler, the boy next door. He is practically drenched in sweat. His shirt clung tightly to his body, his hair was matted down  from the humidity.
He was a sticky, beautiful mess.
Ive always thought he was a beauty, with his golden skin and blonde hair. His pouty lips, firm jawline and his lean physique. He truly was a spectacle.
I continued to watch him as he strode across the yard to the water hose lying on the ground. I shift in my seat as I watch him remove his shirt, throwing it aside. His torso is perfect, he had a tight four-pac with a perfectly sculpted chest, broad shoulders and muscular arms. He looks around to see if anyone if anyone is nearby. I was pretty sure he spotted me but I wasn't sure. If he had then he seemed not to care as he unzipped his jeans and slid them off. For a moment he just stood there, eyes closed, realizing it seemed. He stood in nothing but his boxer briefs, sweat dripping down his body.
I grew more and more aroused by the second, which became apparent when I felt my pants tighten slightly at the crotch.
He turned on the hose, and held it above his head. The water poured down his from his head and over his chest. He continued soaking himself and I noticed his boxer briefs became almost see-through when wet. He turned around slowly, giving me a perfect view of his perfectly round ass. Turning back around I noticed how gifted he was in front as well, judging by the sizable bulge.
My eyes were glued to him as he continued to hose himself down. Relieving himself of the dreadful summer heat.
Suddenly he looked straight at me. Catching me staring lustfully at him from my window. For a moment neither of us moves. His expression changed to an almost challenging stare. A teasing stare...
He smirked and my breath caught in my throat as he slid his hand through the elastic of his briefs, touching himself.
So it seems Im dealing with a bit of an exhibitionist. My heart was racing, this was every voyeurs dream come to life. He continued to touch himself, all the while never taking his gaze away from my own. I just wish I could see what hid behind those briefs...
Suddenly he stopped. He took his hand out of his briefs, though not before I noticed his erection.
He grinned at me, and laughed to himself. He turned around and began walking back to his back door. My heart sank with disappointment and frustration. He turned back towards me, winked, and flicked me off before entering his house, out of sight.
Leaving me there alone. Wanting so much more...