"Mom, are you home?" I called out as I closed the front door behind me.

"Jeremy? Is that you honey? How was your trip?" my mother's voice rang out from the kitchen.

I dropped my duffel bag beside the stairs and headed to the kitchen. "It was fine. You know me, I love traveling by train," I said as I came into the kitchen.

"I'll never understand why you insist on taking that train back from school when you can fly and be here in less than two hours," she said as she rounded the island to give me a hug.

"Aw, mom. We have this conversation every time I come home," I said, returning her hug.

"And we'll keep having it until you give me a good reason," she said, her voice bubbling with laughter. "But, now that you're here, why don't you go on upstairs. Your father will be home in a couple of hours. That'll give you enough time to unpack and grab a quick shower. I love you, Jeremy, but you stink."

I sniffed at my shirt and could easily smell the musky aroma of sweat that had soaked the fabric. "Yeah, I do. It's a real scorcher out there. I was drenched with sweat just waiting for a cab. I think I will take a quick shower. See you in a bit, Mom."

I went back to the foyer to retrieve my bag and trudged up the stairs to the room I grew up in. Stepping into my room was like stepping back in time. Nothing had changed, even down to the posters I had put up on the walls. It was like my mother was keeping my room as a shrine to my presence. I think that she thought, in the back of her mind, that if she kept my room the way I left it, I'd eventually decide that living at home was easier and move back.

I tossed my bag onto the bed and pulled the curtains back, surveying the familiar back yard. One glance was enough to tell me that the neighborhood was growing up. The seventeen years I lived in this room, my window always looked out over the back yard and the wooded copse at the edge of our property. Now, though, the woods were gone and a sprawling ranch style house occupied the space. A high fence blocked off the view from our back yard, but from my vantage point on the second floor, I could easily see into their yard. The pool in their backyard looked inviting, a sparkling oasis in the middle of the blazing heat of the day.

As I watched, a young man, about my age, came out the back of the house. Even at this distance I could see the definition on his body; the well formed pecs and biceps bulging and rippling beneath his bronze skin. As I watched him settle down onto a chaise, I felt a familiar twitch in my cock as it stirred back to life.

I quickly shucked my clothes, staying far enough back from the window so that my neighbor couldn't see me, but I could still see him. He walked out to the end of the diving board, his white shorts gleaming in the sunshine against his skin. His Lycra shorts, stretched taut over his round, well shaped ass hugged each curve in a loving caress. I could easily see a large mound in the front of his