You creep outside to check it out

Stealthily, you walk outside. The screen door creaks as you open it and you cringe...nothing. He was probably underwater. You slowly close it and make your way to the bushes and the revealing peephole. As you pull down your pants and prepare to stroke it to Mr. Robinson's tight, senior body you hear a voice.

"Looking for something, Sammy?" Mr. Robinson's voice came from directly on the other side of the fence.

"Uh, I think I...lost my..." you reply.

"-Don't bullshit me Sammy, I know what you're up to."

"Oh..."

"I've known about your little peepshow for a while, why don't you come over and we'll talk about it."

"Well, I have to get to bed...I...have work in the morning?" you reply shakily.

"Don't lie to me Sammy, come over and we'll talk"

"Ok," you reply, uncertain of what to think now.

You walk around to Mr. Robinson's front door, nervous. What could he possibly want to talk about except your deviance? You're a little sweaty, nervous about being caught and your masturbation session earlier, and its starting to stink. This isn't a very good first impression is it?

As you walk up the front steps he opens the door.

"Come on in Sammy, we have something to talk about"

He leads you to the tv room and tells you to sit down,

"I'll grab us a drink, you could probably use one, you look a bit nervous"

"Sorry...sir, I..."

"Don't worry about it; let me grab us something, then we'll talk."

He comes back with two whiskeys and a decantur holding the remaining drink. You're only 18 but you've been drunk before, not a big deal. You **** down the whiskey and feel a little calmer. He sips his slowly with a smile on his face and asks if you want a refill.

"yes please" you reply.

He fills it up, you're calming down now, so you drink another and another.

"So tell me, Sammy, what do you like about old men?" he asks.

"Well, I...I just like to watch you swim, thats all, you have good form."

"Uh huh, ok" he says in a knowing tone with a smile, but you're a bit too oblivious to notice now. He scoots closer to you on the couch.

"Seems we don't know each other very well Sammy, we're neighbors, we should get to know each other.

"you're right, its only neighborly" you say.

You shoot the shit with Mr. Robinson on the couch, tell him about school and girls and whatnot, and progressively he scoots closer to you. He is only wearing a bathrobe over his now dry speedo, but his cock is starting to strain the material in the speedo, he moves his bathrobe to cover it.

As you talk, you start to notice that you really do smell, all that sweating and no shower, you should have showered before you got to bed, but you just had to go outside to see Mr. Robinson.

"Listen, Mr. Robinson"

"Yes?"

"It's late, I really need to get home and shower before I go to bed, so I'll see you some other time?"

He looks disappointed, but you think you catch a gleam in his eye.

"Alright son, see you later, tomorrow maybe?"

"Sure!" you reply, wondering what could happen then.

You head back to your house and hop into the shower...