It’s at this time of year, when summer begins its gentle roll over into fall, that I take notice of the leaves on the tree in front of the large balcony windows of my third story apartment. In a few months the leafy curtain will dry into fantastic oranges and yellows then slowly fall to the ground, disrobing until the tree is shivering and bare. And it’s at this point that I wonder if you, in any number of the windows in the condo across the street, can now see my cock bouncing around like a skinhead in a mosh pit as I do high knees back and forth across the room in the nude.
Have you been able to watch as I muscle through squats until my pale ass is inches from the ground? Perhaps you were taking photos the time I dropped a bagel on my crotch and had to shower the cream cheese off of my scrotum? And if you were there, peeping and peering, can you tell me, do you think I should get the mole on my upper right thigh checked out?