We bought the old house when we first married, raised our children here, and were very happy. But time doesn't stand still and the children grew up, left home, and my wife became ill and died twenty years ago. I thought of marrying again but the thought of trying to adjust to another person left me dreading it. I lived alone and of course, the sexual urge continues so I experimented with different way of masturbation and loved them all, but was left just a little wanting.

My bedroom was upstairs on the West side and the evening sun was very bright, hot and disturbing. I bought black-out shades which helped a lot but then I wanted to see out from time to time and cut a hole eye-height and put a flap over it. I could easily lift the flap and check on the weather and what ever I wanted to see. It was during one of my times looking out the eyehole when I saw movement below. I looked down and realized I could see into most of my neighbor's back yard. What I had seen was a large dog, gamboling about in the grass, playing with a ball. He would toss it up and try to catch it, almost like a young child. I was enjoying watching the dog when I was suddenly presented with a naked man coming out to play with his dog. He had a high fence so I'm sure he felt safe from nosey eyes. Except mine. I felt a movement in my briefs and was surprised that I was sexually turned on to a naked man. I should have lowered the flap and let the man be free from prying eyes and the more I tried to make myself lower the flap, the more I was fascinated by the man and dog playing. Of course I noticed that he had a nice cock swinging freely as he chased the dog around the grass. Then I realized that the rest of his naked body was very nice also. He was very blond with straw colored hair that blew in the warm breeze and fell across his forehead in a casual way. He had a short blond goatee and a light dusting of hair on his well-developed chest. The hair narrowed to his navel and then widened a bit at his blond pubes. He had well shaped, muscular legs and a very firm but well-shaped butt. Several times as he bent over to pick up the ball, I could see his butt cheeks tighten and then loosen again as he stood. Totally as ease with his nakedness, he would sometimes run his hand over his stomach and down over his cock. Then grab the ball and throw it for his dog to chase.

I don't know how long I stood watching this handsome man and his dog but when they went inside and with nothing to watch, I lowered the flap and found my back to be very stiff and my legs tired. I had been so fascinated with the sight that I hadn't moved a muscles. I sat down on my bed, and could still see in my mind, his handsome cock swinging freely as he moved around. I was fascinated and surprised that I was having sexual feelings about what I had seen. I rubbed my hand across my groin and realized that I was much harder than I would have suspected. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard on and began to slowly enjoy the familiar sensations. However, the sight of the naked neighbor had caused me to be stimulated enough that I was soon breathing hard and stood and removed my clothes and stood in front of a full-length mirror and watched the old man in the mirror enjoy a very enjoyable orgasm building. My hand went faster and faster until I felt the moment of passion arrived. It shook me with pleasure and I couldn't stand still. I had to sit down suddenly for fear of falling, yet I couldn't stop jacking. It was the best orgasm I'd had in a very long time and it took me a while to finally catch my breath and return to some semblance of normal. I could still see then handsome naked man in my mind and walked naked back to the flap and lifted it. A pang of disappointment hit me when I saw the empty garden, and I let the flap back down. I walked back in to look in the mirror and saw an old man who was slender but not skinny. He stood tall and wasn't slumped like most men his age. He had nice legs but they were no match to the naked neighbor's. His hair was white as was his beard. He had a smooth body with the only hair being a bit around his pubes. His cock was smaller but nothing to be ashamed of. It was the first time I had actually looked at my own naked body in a long time and I was pleasantly surprised.

Inspired by the naked neighbor's uninhibited natural joy of nudity, I walked around nude and found I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected. On a whim, I decided to go down stairs and see what it felt like to be nude in different parts of the house. I enjoyed the flopping about of my dick as I took each step down. I liked the feeing of freedom that my nude body was feeling as I walked down the hall and into the kitchen area. I had a high window over the sink so if someone did see me inside, they would only see my bare chest and head. I got a drink of water and sat on a bar stool to sip it. Then I walked into the living room with the large windows facing the street and could see it was very busy. I stayed back from view and watched a bit. I walked on down the hall to the guest bedroom and closed the curtains so I couldn't be seen. I walked into the attached bathroom, saw my reflection and liked that my cock was still firmer than usual. I was definitely enjoying the "freedom walk".

Then the idea hit me and I walked to the back door. I opened it and looked out. My fence was tall enough that I couldn't be seen. I took a step out and the warm sun on my nakedness felt great. I smiled as I wondered if anyone had ever had a sun-burnt dick? The cool soft grass felt sensuous under my feet and I walked around luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of total freedom from society's rules about nudity.

After a couple of trips around my back yard, I went back inside missing the warm sun on my shoulders. I decided I would stay naked as long as it was enjoyable and not worry about clothes that I had been wearing all my life out of routine more than modesty.

Several times during the evening I peeked out the window but I didn't see anyone until it was too dark to see. It was a let-down to know that I wouldn't see him again that day.

The next day I went about my routine of daily living but was excited about it because I hadn't put any clothes on since the evening before. I wondered why I hadn't realized the freedom one feels from being nude. And the fact that anytime I so desired, I could reach down, take my soft cock in my hand and stroke it a bit and enjoy that freedom also.

I went up stairs and straight to the flap. An empty yard greeted my vision and I was disappointed. Then I realize that it has been late in the afternoon when I had seen the naked neighbor and I decided that he must have just gotten home from work, removed his clothes, and went out to play with his dog for a while. I quickly made a sandwich and got some chips and a glass of Merlot and went back upstairs. From time to time I checked the flap and sure enough, about the same time as before, there was the dog playing and then the naked neighbor came out and tossed the ball for the dog to chase. Once the neighbor looked over at my house and then toward the window. I froze until he looked away. I kept the light out so it was dark inside. He couldn't have seen me looking at him. He chased the dog around his yard and again I began to feel movement and this time enjoyed being naked, I could take my growing hardness in my hand and enjoy the slow stroking. Suddenly the man tripped and fell to the grass, laughing as the dog snuggled him and licked his face and neck. As the man wallowed back and forth, I noticed that he was no longer limp but had grown a bit and was not hard but full looking. It was beautiful with and pink head. I realized that I wanted to take it in my hands and give him pleasure. That thought made my cock go from a semi-hard on to a full throbbing erection and as shocked as I was at having this sexual feeling for another male, I enjoyed it also and soon was nearing the point of no return. The man rolled over on his side and his cock moved down and into the grass. I could almost feel the tickling sensation he must have felt as my imagination worked over time and that thought sent me into the most wonderful full-bodied orgasm which caused my body to writhe about and I lost the flap and heard it slap against the shade. When my orgasm began to let up and I could breathe again, I lifted the flap and saw his back as he and the dog went inside. It had been a wonderful peep-show and I was already missing the sensuous view.

"Oh my God!" I remarked to the empty room. "I'm a voyeur." I let that fact sink in and wondered exactly how I felt about it. I had read that men went to porno shops and watched peep shows and jacked off but I hadn't been too impressed by it and had wondered what kind of man needed to do that? Now I realized that I was one of those men and knew why men wanted to do that. A voyeur. That label haunted me for the rest of the evening and I went to sleep, wondering if I was a pervert and when had I changed.