“P” Is For the Peeping Pat
by: E Walk
(© 2009-2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 1  

The Discovery

I was sitting on the balcony outside my bedroom, working on a new novel.  I was typing away when I heard Nate, “Dad, someone is on the other side of the lake looking at us.”

I went and stood at the railing, even though I was nude and looked down at Nathan, my nephew Don, who was Nate's age, my younger son Ethan and my nephew Mike, who was also 15.  The four guys were dressed as they came out of their mothers’ wombs.

“Nate, what makes you think that someone is watching us?  No one lives in that area of the lake.  Remember, we own this lake and the surrounding area.  It’s probably some bird watcher or someone exploring nature.”

Nate wasn’t satisfied, “Dad, look.  There’s a light flashing as if the sun is reflecting off some sort of lens.”

“Guys, believe me.  No one is watching us.  No one even knows that we’re here.  Just ignore the light.  We just got here last evening, so why would anyone be watching us.  Don and Mike’s parents are on their way to Egypt, so just have a good time before you have to start to work, on Tuesday.”

The four naked teenagers turned to me, “Whatever you say, boss.”

Nate looked at me, “Dad, your penis is obscene hanging over the railing.”

“Then don’t look at it.  I need to get back to writing, so I can make some money or we’ll starve.”

“Yeah right, Dad.”

Okay, so you want to know who I am and why I’m walking around nude in front of my sons.  I guess I had better explain who the players in this story are.  Me, I’m an author who writes primarily detective type stories.  Perhaps you have heard of me by my nom de plume, Sloane Stevens.  Actually my name is Stephen Sloane. 

For the record, I’m 39 years old and holding.  I have two wonderful sons, Nathan, who is 16, soon to be 17, and Ethan, who is 15 going on 25. They are both wonderful young men.  The Don and Mike, I mentioned, are my two nephews, Donald and Michael Wilson.  Their parents have departed for Egypt to participate in an archeological dig over the summer.  Don and Mike absolutely refused to go with them.  The four teenagers landed an ideal job.  They were going to work for a well known catering firm five nights a week.

Just so you know a little more about me.  I married Nathan and Ethan’s mother right after I graduated from college.  It was shortly after Ethan’s birth that she decided that she wanted out of the marriage, because I wasn’t making enough money to keep her in the lifestyle that she was looking for.  She left me with the boys, and asked for nothing, or so I thought.

I was to find out later that my parents had paid her to disappear.  It was shortly after she disappeared that I got a divorce and was awarded full custody of my sons.  They were still young, so I stayed home and wrote my novel in my limited free time.  We had been divorced about a year when my first novel, ‘The Case of the Alligator Shoes’ was published.  It became a best seller, and I sold the rights to Sonar Pictures.  They had me write the screenplay, and it was a smash hit.”

My ex-wife reappeared, all of a sudden, demanding that she was due half of the money I had made from the sale of the book and the movie rights.  We went to court and the judge ruled that she had no rights to any of the funds, since she had left me and the boys, voluntarily.  He went on to mention that since she had not helped to write the book or the screenplay that she was due absolutely nothing.  The Judge shook his finger at my ex and said, “Lady, I know for a fact that you were given a sizeable sum to disappear.  You didn’t even look back until Mr. Sloane was able to pull himself together and make a good life for himself and his two sons.”

Nathan and Ethan don’t even want to talk to their mother.  Anymore, they are lucky to even get a birthday card from her.  She is now married to her fifth husband.

I found out early in my writing career that I was much more creative when I wrote in the nude.  Nathan and Ethan grew up seeing me nude so that became a way of life in our house.  We had one rule in our house, and that was that we had to wear a shirt of some sort to dinner.

Ethan was five when my mother died and we brought my father to live with us.  My father was so devastated by my mother’s death that he lasted only about six months.  He left his sizeable estate to me and my sister, Don and Mike’s mother.  That’s how I came to own this small pristine lake in the middle of nowhere.  The boys' parents opted for the home that was near the university.  The boys and I have spent the summers, from Memorial Day to Labor Day, here at the lake for the past nine years.

I finally gave up trying to write because I kept thinking about the flashing light we had seen across the lake.  I started to fix dinner and  the guys must have smelled the food because they came to help me.  We had to put on our shirts before we could eat.  As we were starting to eat, the phone rang.

Nate pushed the speaker button, “This is Nate Sloane, how may I help you?”

“This is Sheriff Kincaid,  I’d like to speak to the owner.”

I took the phone, “This is Steve Sloane.”

“This is Sheriff Kincaid. I’ve had reports that there are people living at your house and they’ve been parading around in the nude.”

I was incensed, “Sheriff, what happens at this house is none of anybody’s business.  I happen to own the lake and the land surrounding it.  Whoever reported this has to have been trespassing.  I want them charged with trespassing on private land.”

The voice came back, “Sir, I’ll make sure the problem is resolved.”

After we finished eating and the young guys had done the dishes, they decided to go to town and see some of their friends.  They got dressed and left in Nathan’s car.  I was sitting, working on the new novel when the doorbell rang.  Without thinking I went to answer it.  I opened the door and a gentleman in a Sheriff’s uniform was standing there.

He didn’t say anything.  His eyes were transfixed on the middle section of my body. 

I made no effort to cover my body, “Sheriff, how may I help you?   This is private property so I can dress as I choose.  I didn’t invite you here and I have done nothing wrong, so what’s the problem?

The gentleman started to stutter, “B-b-b-but you-you-you’re naked.  You’re even better looking than when I saw you this afternoon with your cock hanging over the balcony.”

“So Nathan was right.  You were spying on us from across the lake.  Why in the world were you gawking at the four boys and me?”

“Mr. Sloane, I apologize.  I was patrolling the area when I saw movement here at the house.  I didn’t know that anyone was here, so I stopped to check it out.  I was flabbergasted because I’ve never seen people roaming around in the nude before.  Hell, when you leaned over the railing to talk to the guys with your dick on display for the world to see, I almost creamed my pants.”

“Sheriff Kincaid, when you are in my house, I would ask that you dress appropriately and use language that is not offensive to anyone.  You could have said, ’Heck, when I saw your penis flopping over the railing this afternoon, I almost had an accident in my briefs.”

“As far as us being here, we just arrived last evening.  My sons and I will be spending the summer here as we have done for the past nine years.  My two nephews will also be staying with us this year.”

“Mr. Sloane, I’m new at this job.  I’ve only had it about six months, so I had no idea who even lived here until this evening.”

“Then how did you get the number to call us?”

I stopped at the restaurant down the road and asked Maylin who lived here.  She told me who you were.  She even gave me your phone number.  She said you were a good customer in the summer and that you usually stopped in on Sundays after church.  Do you go to church in the nude, too?”

“Sheriff Kincaid, can we continue this conversation inside.  Someone could drive by and see me standing here naked.  While I am a nudist, I am not an exhibitionist.  Of course, if you come in, that means you need to comply with the house rules.”

He came in and I shut the door. He looked around, “ Mr. Sloane, where are the four handsome young men, now?”

“They went into town to see some friends.  Sheriff, my name is Steve.”  I stuck out my hand.

He put out his hand to shake mine, “My name is Pat.”

During the handshake, I had a feeling that was foreign to me.  I could almost feel my penis starting to react.  I let go of his hand. He continued, “Maylin said that you were a single parent, also.  Would your sons be willing to watch my sons during the day when I’m working?”

“So this wasn’t a social visit?”

Pat started to laugh, “Well, actually I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t imagining what I saw today; I wasn’t.  Now that I know that one of your sons is old enough to drive, I guess I was just hoping they would be interested in watching my boys.  They are getting to be too much for my mother to have to take care of all day.  It was fine during the school year but this summer will be a different story.”

“Pat, are you on duty or off duty at this time?”

“I’m off duty.  Why do you ask?”

“Good, then you can comply with house rule number one.”

Pat looked a little skeptical, “What’s house rule number one?”

I snickered, “As long as there are no women in the house, you will be naked at all times.”

Pat had a funny look on his face, “Mr. Sloane, you aren’t serious, are you?”

“Pat, I’m dead serious.”

 

Pat was shaking his head, “Mr. Sloane, are you propositioning me?”

“No, I just would like the opportunity to see your body, since you’ve seen mine.  For your information, I have never had male to male sex.”

Pat started to undress and I noticed that the front of briefs seemed to be showing a definite bulge.  He looked at me, “Steve, I don’t know if I can do this.  I have this slight problem.  This is causing my penis to get excited.”

I started to laugh, “So, are you saying that you were hoping that I was propositioning you?”

“Steve, this is not funny.  I, like you, have never had male to male sex.  I don’t know why my dick is reacting like this.”

I was enjoying giving Pat a difficult time, “Here, I'll help you take your briefs off, if you want me to.”

Pat pushed his briefs down and a beautiful sight was uncovered.  I too began to get excited.  Pat looked at me, “It seems as if you are having a similar problem to the one I’m having.”

This can’t be happening.  I can’t be turning queer at the age of 39.  Pat was standing there totally naked and I very much appreciated how absolutely stunning he was.  “Pat, let’s go out on the deck and have a beer.  Perhaps the cool air will help us get our bodies under control.”

“Steve, I can’t be caught here like this.  What if someone were to drive by and see the sheriff’s vehicle out front?”

“Pat, you said you were off duty.  So what’s the harm if you are visiting old friends for the evening?”

“Steve, how can you be an old friend when I just met you tonight?”

“So we are now friends, and I’m 39, so I am old.”

Pat unthinkingly reached over and patted me on the upper thigh, “That’s okay, old man.  You’re not much older than me.  I’m 36.”

I sat up, “Pat, please don’t do that!”

Pat looked at me with a questioning look, “Do what?”

I leaned over and did to him what he had done.  He started to laugh, “I see what you mean.  Do you think our cocks are telling us something?”

“I don’t know about that, but the thought is a little scary for me.”

Our conversation was interrupted by the sliding door opening.  Nathan was standing there shedding his clothes, “Dad, we're home.  Why is the Sheriff’s car out front?”

I stood up, “Because the sheriff is here visiting.  He has a question to ask you guys.  We’ll be right in.”

Nate was closing the door, “We’ll be in the kitchen.”

Pat stood, “Steve, I’m not sure that I ready to expose myself to the world.”

“Pat, they’re horny teenagers.  They have been reared around me and they usually don’t even pay any attention to my body.”

The four guys were sitting at the breakfast bar, naked of course, having a dish of ice cream.  “Guys, I’d like to introduce Sheriff Pat Kincaid.”

As I introduced each of the four guys, they stood and shook the Sheriff’s hand.

Nate was the last to be introduced, “Sheriff, Dad mentioned, on the deck, that you have a question to ask us.”

“Yes, I was wondering if perhaps some or all of you would be willing to take care of my sons this summer while I’m working?”

My practical one, Ethan, asked some very pointed questions, “Exactly how old are your sons and what hours would be involved since we already have another job?”

Pat looked at me, “Shawn is 14 and Shane is 13.”

Mike started to laugh, “Good, then we wouldn’t have to be changing diapers.”

Pat laughed, “No, they’re potty trained.  I work from 8:30 to 5:30.”

Ethan shook his head, “That presents a problem, since we start work at 5:00 five days a week starting next Tuesday.  There could be a way to solve the problem though.  You could drop the guys off here in the morning and they could baby-sit Dad after we leave for work in the afternoon.  That way we wouldn’t need to worry about Dad getting into trouble.”

Don spoke up, “Sheriff, how would the two boys feel about being out here in the woods without any of their friends being around?  Granted, two of us have vehicles as does Uncle Steve, but still, this would be a very different kind of life for them.  What will they do and think if the see us nude?”

I nodded, “Pat, the guys have raised some good points.  Are you working tomorrow?”

Pat shook his head no.

“Good, then why don’t you bring the boys and come about two o’clock tomorrow afternoon and we can barbecue something for the evening meal.  That way we can get a feel for what could happen,  and your boys would feel as if they were very involved in making the decision.”

Pat looked at the clock, “I need to go pick the boys up at their grandmother’s apartment.   Guys, it was nice meeting you.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I followed Pat to the den and watched him get dressed.  He sure was a good looking dude.  I pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and  walked Pat to his car.  I watched as he climbed into his car.  He grinned at me, “I’ll probably be so raw thinking about all of the hot sausages I saw tonight.”

“You better confine your thoughts to just one.  The others are jail bait.”

Pat started to laugh, “That one should be enough to satisfy anyone.  See you tomorrow.”

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:

Well Well Well, it looks as if we have ourselves a new story to enjoy.

Pat seems to be a very interesting person. And maybe a very interested person as well.  I guess we will have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens.  I like it so far though.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 09/24/10