Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 17:17:07 -0700
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naked Neighbor

Skip it if you don't like it. This is all fictional.

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Other stories by me:
2011: gay/gift-repayed/encounters/gift-repayed (3 parts)
2011: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet
2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island
2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling
2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast
2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool
2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony
2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film
2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet
2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).


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I watched from the upstairs window as my parents drove away. They rarely leave
me home alone even though I'm 14. It's not that they don't trust me. It's that
they're two of the most boring people on the planet. But tonight they were
driving out to the coast for my aunt's wedding. I managed to beg out of going. I
like my aunt but really didn't need to be there to see her marry her 3rd husband.

I gave it 10 minutes watching from the window to make sure they didn't forget
something. Then I went around the house methodically closing all of the blinds
and turning off most of the lights. Then I went back to my room and stripped
naked, which was just a matter of taking off my t-shirt and dropping my shorts.
I'd been freeballing in anticipation. It was about six o'clock and I figured I
had until at least 11, probably midnight before they got back, and I was going
to spend as much of it naked as I could.

I stretched and then looked down at my semi-hard dick. I thought about having a
good wank right then but I decided to wait. I walked downstairs with my dick
bouncing in front of me and got a soda from the fridge. The cold air made my
nipples harden for a moment. I walked around the house sipping my soda and
looking around. When I got dark I'd go out to the pool and skinny dip, but what
to do in the meantime...

I went back to the kitchen and made a sandwich and sat at the table to eat it.
It was more weird than exciting sitting naked at the kitchen table. Not like the
last time I'd done this, a year or so ago. When I was done eating I went into
the living room and turned on the TV. I was a little cold so I got a blanket.
Maybe boring runs in the family if this is the best I could think of. I watched
a show and played with myself a little under the blanket.

When the show was over I went back upstairs to my room and stretched out on my
bed. I just stared at the ceiling letting my mind wander until my thoughts
turned to a cute guy at school. I didn't know him all that well but I'd seen him
recently on stage. It was everything you might expect in high school play. Bad
singing. Bad acting. Except for the part where a few actors, including him, came
out in just a speedo and did a dance number. You could hear most of the girls
and a few of the guys gasp. I hoped I didn't look too interested. He was a
compact guy with short hair, a well-muscled body, and a prominent bulge. My semi
was now a full erection and I started stroking it. I remembered how he came out
and danced, doing moves that were meant to be suggestive, at one point
practically humping the girl under him. I had a very clear image of him doing a
push-up over her. Toes bent, arms bulging, the curve of his legs, the curve of
his ass.... that did it. I squeezed my shaft as the cum shot out onto my chest.
I reached around for an old towel and wiped myself up.

Next thing I knew it was dark. I was laying naked on top of my covers with the
door wide open. Shit. I scrambled around to get a look at the alarm clock. It
was only a little after eight. Good.

I got up and went to the bathroom without bothering to turn on the light. The
day was overcast and it was dusk even though it was the middle of summer.
After I was done peeing I sat there for a minute realizing that I was hearing
something odd. Splashing. I stood up and peered out the high bathroom window.
There was someone in our pool. I could see motion but it was hard to see from
this angle. I padded around to my parent's room where I'd have a better view.
The outside lights weren't on but my eyes were adjusted to the dark and when he
turned his face toward me I realized it was Ethan from next door. We'd never
really been close friends even though we were about the same age, but we'd
played a lot when we were younger. I don't think I'd talked to him in a few
months. He went to a private school and we just didn't really hang out together
any more.

'What the hell is he doing in our pool?' I thought. He didn't have one and he
must have thought I'd left for the night with my parents. His parents and mine
were friends so he'd probably heard about the wedding. I stood there idly
scratching my balls, confident that he couldn't see me in the darkened window
even if he did happen to look up. As he stroked from one end of the pool to
another his butt momentarily poked out of the water. What? Was he skinny dipping
in my pool?

I could see his pile of stuff at the shallow end. A towel, shorts, and
flip-flops. No shirt that I could see. I assumed he'd been wearing the shorts
over his swimsuit, but maybe that's all he'd been wearing. The more I watched
the more I became convinced that he was naked. And the harder I became. I
wondered if there was the chance to do something with him. When we were little
it was common to see each other naked. When we were ten we'd played show me
yours and I'll show you mine. When we were twelve he'd suggested it again. I
declined. Because by then I'd started to realize that I liked boys and I was
afraid he'd figure that out. Looking back at it now I wondered if he'd asked
me because he had the same thoughts.

I started to hatch a plan. I needed to cut him off from his stuff and catch him.
But did I go out naked myself? My heart thudded at the prospect. After a while I
built myself up to it. It was my damn house. Why shouldn't I swim naked? And I'd
been naked in front of other guys plenty of times in the locker room after
soccer (studiously ignoring everyone else's nakedness despite my interest...)

I went downstairs to the back door and unlocked it as quietly as possible. Then
I just stood looking through the glass door. There was no reason to take a towel
since we kept pool towels in the plastic cabinet just outside the door. I
quietly opened the door but left it almost closed. I looked down relieved to see
that my nervousness had made my cock droop back to near its normal state. I was
dripping a bit of precum though which I wiped off onto my leg. What the hell was
he doing just standing in the shallow end? Finally he started to swim back to
the deep end away from his clothes.

I flung open the door, closed it noisily behind me, and jogged to the shallow
end. I made sure I was knee deep before I feigned surprise, looked up and said,
"Who's there?" I wanted to make sure he saw that I was naked.

There was no answer for a second then, "It's me. Ethan."

"Shit, man," I said. "You scared the hell out of me."

Then I looked down as if remembering my nudity and quickly walked down into the
water and lowered myself to my chest. Damn, that was a lot colder than I
expected. I shivered for a moment. I made sure to stay between Ethan and his
clothes, which I pretended not to have noticed.

"What are you doing here?" I said. Staying on the offense.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you guys would mind. My parents are gone for
the weekend and I knew, I mean, I thought, that all of you were at your aunt's
wedding tonight. So I let myself through the gate for a quick, uh, swim." The
words had come out in a rush.

"That's ok, man," I said. "I managed to get out of going to the wedding so I'm
home until my parents get back." I paused for a second. "When they're not here I
like to skinny dip. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be in the pool." Well that
was now explained. The next step was his.

I was sitting on my knees in the shallow end. He was in the deep end holding on
to the side. With the pool and outside lights off it was impossible to see
anything in detail. There was just the light from the front of our house and the
distant streetlights. As the sun had fallen the overcast clouds had turned a
burnt orange, the color of the reflected city lights. The neighborhood was
filled with the usual evening noises: dogs, distant cars, and air conditioners.

"I, um, had the same idea," Ethan said. "My shorts are behind you."

I looked around and then I laughed. "Well, that makes us even then," I said.
"Might as well stick around a bit and enjoy it. My parents don't like to get out
of the house much."

"Mine are the opposite," he said. "Gone all the time. They're gone for the whole
weekend. I don't mind though. I like having the house to myself."

"Usually walk around the house naked too?" I asked.

"I've been known to do that. Like to swing free as much as I can," he said. That
surprised me. I'd only asked as a joke. Didn't think he really did it. Or would
admit it.

I swam out to the deep end and treaded water to keep my head up. Now that he'd
admitted he was skinny dipping I didn't have to guard his clothes. "Feels great,
doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah."

My legs were getting tired so I paddled over to the side opposite him and held
on. He stayed where he was. How was I going to get this to the next step?
Whether or not I got to do anything with him I wanted to see him naked. Find out
what'd changed since he was ten. Picturing what he looked like now started to
get me hard. I fought it down.

"How's the fancy school?" I asked.

"It's alright I guess," he said. "I hate the dress code. Some of the teachers
are complete buttholes. But I think I'm doing ok. Crap tons of homework."

"Tons of homework for me too," I said. "But I get to wear shorts."

"Asshole."

I laughed.

"Sports?" I asked.

"Nah. They're way too serious about it there. I didn't want to deal with it.
You?"

"Yeah," I said. "Still doing soccer."

We fell back to silence. I needed to push this along some. I decided to do a
little exhibition even though he'd presumably already seen everything. I swam
over to the deep end by the diving board without saying anything. I hoisted
myself up, putting my stomach on the edge, making sure not to scrape the junk,
and reached out for a pool noodle. I made sure to take my time grabbing it then
eased myself back into the pool. I put my arms over it and then floated out into
the pool.

"Better," I said.

I could see him thinking.

"Good idea," he said.

He repeated my little show, swimming over to the same spot. Was it my
imagination or did he take his time too? I certainly enjoyed my first good view
of his pale and skinny ass. He slipped back into the pool and floated out toward
me.

'Now what?' I thought. He'd already probably gotten a good view of me but I
needed to keep this going.

I let myself float up on my back until my chest started to stick out of the
water. I tried to watch his face in the dim light and without being obvious
about it. His eyes were glued to me. I pushed a little more until my cock poked
out of the water. I was mostly hard. Just for a moment it stuck out then I let
myself sink back in. He seemed to be watching intently and I felt my cock
tingling.

He didn't copy my performance this time though.

"Man," I said. "I love skinny dipping when I can. You?"

"Yeah."

"Done it before?"

"Yeah," he said. "I, uh, I've snuck over here before."

I said, "Good for you." What the hell. That sounded stupid.

"Only problem is," I continued, "that it makes me kind of, stand up and salute."
What the hell was wrong with me? Why am I saying these dorky things?

"Me too," Ethan said. "It happens."

He didn't offer to show it to me though. Wait... maybe? Yes, he was letting
himself float upward and there was the tip of his dick breaking the surface just
for a moment then he sank back into the water.

I waited a few minutes then I did it again myself. This time I was fully hard
and I let the tip of my dick come all the way up out of the water, while
pretending not to notice his stare. Then he laughed.

"Looks like a periscope," he said.

I had to laugh too. I sank back into the water saying, "Dive! Dive!" We had gone
back to being ten-year-olds.

"Up periscope!" I said, and I pushed my dick up out of the water again, hanging
on the noodle. I laughed foolishly and Ethan joined in. I dropped back into the
water.

Now it was his turn, I hoped. Sure enough, "Up periscope!" he said and pushed
his dick up out of the water. His erection slanted a bit toward his stomach
though.

"Crooked periscope," I said. "Your sub must be broken."

He laughed. "Does throw off the firing solution," he said. "Have to be careful
not to take torpedo to the eye."

This sent us both into a fit of sophomoric giggles that took several minutes to
subside. After a while we'd calmed down but I at least was still completely
hard. I needed to think of something new.

I let go of the noodle and paddled back to the shallow end. Ethan watched me
without a word. I stood up on the bench which meant I was about knee deep, my
hard-on pointed directly at him. He licked his lips without realizing it I
think. I made a shallow dive and swam back out to the deep end and grabbed my
noodle. I watched him to see what he would do. He probably realized that I was
purposely showing off, and I wanted him to think that but I also wanted
plausible deniability if he didn't take the bait.

He surprised me by one-upping me. He went to the deep end and climbed up the
ladder, giving me a fantastic view of his muscular legs and ass, then he came
around the diving board and stood at the edge of the pool for a moment, totally
hard and making no move to cover it. Then he made a perfect dive and skimmed
just under the water before standing up in the shallow end without having made a
single stroke. I was actually impressed.

I knew there was no way I could top that, so I went to the ladder and climbed up
as he had. But I went out on the diving board and stood, still completely hard,
with my toes curled over the edge. I tried to look serious as I jumped, bouncing
on the end of the board a few times like I was preparing for a big dive. On the
last jump, I tucked my legs in and did a cannonball, aiming as much water as I
could at him.

When I came up he was laughing and wiping his face.

"You jerk," he said, and made a grab for me. I swam away.

He chased me. He really was a good swimmer and managed to grab my ankle and
pull me under. I righted myself and came up sputtering. I grabbed him and I got
his arm for a moment. He planted one foot on my stomach and pushed himself away.
I reach out and managed to grab his foot but he yanked it away too.

He got to the shallow end, stood up, and waited. I think he wanted to get
caught. I swam over to him and grabbed him from behind, wrapping my arm over his
shoulders. This meant that my cock poked him somewhere in the thigh or ass. I
couldn't tell but I damn near came right there feeling his hot skin against my
hard-on. He struggled but not very hard. Then he stopped and slowly turned
around. I loosened my grip.

We weren't really pretending any more. We stood face to face, not quite
touching, and I could hear his breath and the slap of the waves incredibly
clearly. I stood still and looked at him. Then suddenly sure I reached my hand
out and touched him lightly on the side. He sighed. I ran my hand down to
finally get my prize. I grabbed his cock in my hand and squeezed lightly. He was
circumsized but the skin was loose and I gave it a little tug.

"Dude," he said. "If you do that again I'll cum."

"No cumming in the pool," I said. "Let's go inside."

"Ok," he said a little hoarsely.

I led the way, walking up the steps with my cock leading the way. I went to the
cabinet and turned around in time to see Ethan climb out then bend down for his
towel. He quickly dried himself off then wrapped the towel around his waist. I
suddenly remembered I was still dripping wet so I grabbed a towel from the
cabinet and gave myself a quick dry. I put the towel just over my shoulder
though.

I opened the door and the cool air conditioning hit me. I stepped inside and
waited for Ethan. He knew our house well but I led him up the stairs, hoping he
was enjoying the view. We went into my room and I turned on my desk light. I
closed the door and we stood staring at each other. I tossed the towel over the
back of my chair and stood naked before him. I took a step closer and leaned in
to kiss him. I'd never kissed anyone before and I didn't quite know how to do
it, but it seemed like the thing to do. He returned the kiss and ran his hands
over my back, spreading the remaining drops of water and raising goosebumps on
my skin.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. I hooked a finger in his towel and tugged it
down. It fell down and his cock sprung back out. I pushed him lightly toward my
bed and he fell back on to it. I straddled his legs and placed my hands on his
chest. Leaving one hand there I grabbed his cock again and squeezed. He closed
his eyes and I felt his legs tense. I didn't want him to come too quickly so I
let go and rubbed his chest again.

My own cock was sticking straight out, nearly touching his balls, and leaking
precum almost continuously. I leaned forward and placed my nose almost on his
chest. I wanted to kiss him there but at the last moment I stopped, I don't know
why. I got close enough though that my hair brushed his chest and I felt him
shiver.

He reached a hand up and grabbed his own cock but I pulled it off.

"Please," he said. "I need to."

I grabbed his cock again in my hand and stroked it slowly. He tensed and I eased
off. When he'd relaxed I squeezed again and moved forward a little bit so that
my cock was brushing his balls. He tensed again and I let off again. He
whimpered. I sat up and reached behind me, running both hands up his legs, then
once more on his chest. I leaned forward and this time kissed his chest, then
leaned forward and kissed him again on the mouth, very aware of the fact that my
cock pushing against him. He groaned.

I sat up and grabbed his cock firmly again and felt it pulse. I squeezed
one more time and I felt his cock swell in my hand and then he grunted. He shot
once, then again, then again. I stroked him and he shot again. The first one had
cleared his head and landed on my pillow. The rest and spread all across his
chest. He was breathing hard.

I didn't let go of his cock but just kept looking down at him. He opened his
eyes and looked at my kind of fuzzily. I smiled.

"Holy crap," he said. "I've never, uh, like that."

I grabbed the same towel I'd used earlier and wipe him up gently. He shivered
again. When I was done I rolled off of him and lay beside him. Our bodies
touching their full length.

"That was, just, wow," he said. Then, eyeing my erection, "I think you need a
turn."

"I don't really know when my parents will be home," I said. I wanted it, but I
had started to get a bit nervous. At least I'd closed my bedroom door this time.

"Come over to my house," he said. "My parents won't be home until tomorrow
night. We can leave a note for your folks."

I thought about it. But not for long. "Ok," I said. "Let me just grab some
clothes."

"Yes," he said, grinning. "To bring. But you're not allowed to put them on."

"What?"

"I dare you. No clothes as you go over to my house."

"What do I get out of it?"

"Something special," he said, lightly brushing my cock. How could I not agree?

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