The last....and close to first

Ever since we've lived in our current house, there's been a high coniferous hedge at the back, which has given us a certain amount of protection from being overlooked by the houses behind us, which are somewhat higher up. After a vague and unjustified (in my opinion) complaint by one of the rear 'neighbours' about the hedge blocking his light, my wife decided it was essential for it to be massacred, so that it's now less than half the height it was before. And now the people behind us can see straight into the rear windows of our house. We can see their rear windows as well, though, and the idea of what I might be able to catch sight of in one window in particular, of the bedroom of a rather cute 12/13 year old boy, led me to think about my (very) limited experience of viewing pubescent nakedness in the past.
Since I was that age myself, and was trying desperately not to be caught showing too much interest in my classmates in the showers after games lessons at school, there really has only been one serious instance of seeing what I want the most, and, ironically, it came beside a swimming pool in Greece when my wife and I were on our honeymoon. We were lazing around on sun loungers, topping up our tans, when I noticed a blond 11/12 year old boy, Scandinavian, in all probability, judging by appearances and snatches of chat I could hear, splashing around in the pool with an older male, presumably, from the way they were interacting, some sort of relative. The boy was just stunning, undoubtedly one of the two or three most delightful boys I've ever seen in my life, but things, for me, were about to get much better, if horribly dangerous. The boy had ended his time in the pool with arms and legs wrapped round the man who was with him, and had been more or less carried back to where his parents(?) were relaxing, directly opposite where my wife and I were sunbathing, about 15-20 feet away. Without embarrassment, apparently, the boy decided to change out of his swimming trunks poolside, so within moments, he was there, almost close enough to touch, naked and with a full erection. I just stopped breathing, basically - it was almost the most erotic experience of my whole life, but it was happening in public, with my wife of less than a week about two feet away. I simply couldn't tear my eyes away, and didn't even have the disguise of wearing sunglasses, because I never wear them. It only lasted seconds, of course, as the boy dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, but the scene was absolutely cauterised into my memory - if I close my eyes now (and I have done while writing this) every detail is still there in my head, I can go back 18 years in a heartbeat, to that Greek pool. To the last living, breathing, naked boy I've seen with my own eyes. If he proves to be the last ever, and there's not much prospect of his being succeeded as things stand at the moment, there could scarcely have been a better.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B