Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2022 16:28:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: D M <d.m324@aol.com>
Subject: The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 1

Title: The Nude Neighbors
Installment: 1
Category: Gay, Adult Youth, Incest

This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any
resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you
like what you're reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know
- I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my
other series "Exploring at Camp Hardwood" and "Middle School Swim Team."

Not much sex in this story so far, but things will escalate quickly, I
promise...

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The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 1

Peter's first job out of college was in a small town in a nameless
California suburb. It wasn't "the country," by any means, but it was
hours away from the nearest city and, as such, did not provide much of a
social scene for 22-year-olds.

On the bright side, his engineer's salary and the affordable housing
prices meant that he was able to rent a whole house on his own. It wasn't
a palace by any means - it was a simple, two bedroom cape with a small
backyard - but it was pretty and modern, located on a quiet, leafy street
in what seemed like a friendly neighborhood. The only real downside was
the lack of friends - and sex.

So Peter quickly settled into a routine. Wake up, stroke his raging
morning wood, cum on himself, go to work. Get home from work, make
dinner, sit down on the couch, and watch TV until his cock got hard again
and he switched to porn. Being 22 and having little to no access to sex,
his hormones were pretty much always in overdrive.

Dating apps didn't offer much luck either - there just weren't that many
people aside from families and senior citizens around. Peter was
good-looking enough - around 6 feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, a
fit body from regular running and swimming, and a healthy 7-inch cut
cock. He wasn't a model, but he was pretty much the stereotype of an
all-American boy next door. Peter wasn't particularly picky about whether
he preferred guys or girls, having had plenty of sex with both in
college, but lately, his porn searches tended to involve skinny twinks
taking big, thick cocks until they came.

A few months after Peter moved to town, a new family moved in next door.
One lazy Saturday morning, Peter was sipping coffee in his living room
fully naked, idly fondling his half-chub, when the noise of a truck
pulling up outside startled him. He walked to the window to see a moving
truck parked outside the house next door, a similarly modest but slightly
larger split-level, and saw a man walk around from behind the truck and
begin unloading boxes. He was tall and clean-cut, probably around 40,
with short dirty-blond hair and yesterday's five o'clock shadow. He
looked lean and fit but wasn't totally jacked, like he'd been a rower or
baseball player in his youth but hadn't let himself go too badly.

As he hauled boxes down from the back of the truck, two blond boys
appeared from behind him. One was taller but lanky, the awkward body of a
growing teenager, and the other was small and bouncy, with red cheeks and
a bright, smiley face. They began to pick up the smaller boxes the older
man had set down and walk toward the house. The older boy glanced over at
Peter's house and, for a second, it seemed like they'd made eye contact.

Peter slowly became aware that he was fully naked and the curtains were
open. From his vantage point, he couldn't tell if his cock was visible to
the new neighbors, dangling and still puffy from the lingering morning
wood that had begun the day. Had the teenage boy seen him?

He scrambled away from the window, nervous all of a sudden. He walked
back to his bedroom and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a tank top
and pulled them on. When Peter was home alone, underwear was rarely part
of his outfit - he either went commando in gym shorts or just hung around
naked, the mild West Coast weather always friendly to nudity. He decided
to do the neighborly thing and introduce himself to the new family next
door.

Peter walked out into the bright California morning, squinting a bit in
the sunlight, and crossed his small front lawn to the sidewalk where his
property met theirs. The older boy saw him first, and tugged the man's
sleeve to get his attention. He turned around, straightened up, and
grinned. Up close, he was a few inches taller than Peter but much
broader. a few beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and dripped of
his chin.

"Hi, and, uh, welcome to the neighborhood I guess," Peter said, extending
his hand. "My name's Peter and I live next door."

The older man shook his hand with a strong but gentle grip. His palms
were moist but not nearly as rough as Peter was expecting. "Great to meet
you, Pete," he said. "My name's Jack. My sons and I just moved down from
Portland and we're totally new to the area."

The older boy smiled shyly, but his younger brother bounded forward, also
extending a hand. "Hi Peter, I'm Danny!" He squeaked enthusiastically.
"I'm 9 years old and in fourth grade. That's my brother Sam - he's 13."

Sam blushed, seemingly embarrassed by his brother's forwardness. Peter
wondered if he was a shy, awkward kid by nature, or if the rapid changes
and hormonal onslaught of puberty had made him perpetually uncomfortable.
He raised a hand and waved awkwardly, but said nothing.

"Nice to meet you all," said Peter, looking around. "Can I help you with
anything?"

Jack smiled. "That's a kind offer, Pete, but I think we're okay. It's
just the three of us moving in, so we don't have much stuff, and my boys
are big and strong." He bent down and scooped up Danny, the younger one,
and lifted him high over his shoulder. Danny giggled and squealed as his
dad manhandled him.

"It's great to see that there are other young guys around for them to
bond with," Jack continued. "We moved a long way and we don't know anyone
yet. Are you all alone in there? Family, partner?" He asked, nodding over
Peter's shoulder to indicate the house behind him.

Peter nodded. "I'm actually pretty new here, too," he said. "Just moved
here at the beginning of the summer for work and don't know too many
folks myself."

"Well, we'll have to have you over as soon as we get settled in!" Jack
declared cheerily. "The boys could use the company, and we've got a big,
beautiful pool in the backyard that needs to be used."

Peter knew it well. He could see over the wooden fence between their
houses into the backyard from his bedroom window, and in the hotter
weather he would stare longingly at the clear blue water, never used.
He'd considered hopping the fence and taking a dip once or twice, but
never had the balls to do so lest he be caught.

"That sounds great," Peter grinned. "Well, if you're sure you don't need
any help, I'll stay out of your way. Have a great weekend!"

"Bye Petey!" Danny called out after him, smiling sweetly.

The rest of the day, Peter went about his business, occasionally peeking
out his window to check in on his new neighbors. They seemed loving and
happy, with Jack and Danny, the youngest, occasionally breaking up moving
tasks with playful roughhousing and Sam looking on in mock disapproval
the way teenagers do. Peter felt himself get a little jealous - he grew
up with two sisters, and never had a particularly close or cuddly
relationship with his dad, so this sort of male bonding was relatively
foreign to him. His roommates in college became some of his best friends,
and the relationship that the boys next door seemed to have reminded him
of those good ol' times: just guys being guys, silly and carefree when
there weren't women around to impress. Sometimes, that led to other,
slightly more adult activities, but that was another story...

After going for a run and eating lunch, Peter made the most of his
Saturday off work with a short, lazy nap in the afternoon. He awoke
around 4 to the sounds of splashing and laughing through his open window.

Peter rolled lazily out of bed and walked to the window, not bothering to
put clothes back on after his nap. He was high enough up that he figured
there was no way the neighbors would notice. He peered out the window and
over the top of the fence he could see most of the small, but
well-maintained pool in the yard. Jack and his sons were splashing around
in the water, cooling off after a long day of moving. The water came up
to Jack and Sam's waists, but even in the shallow end, Danny was up to
his chest and Peter could see his mop of wet blond hair flopping around
with more energy than his brother or dad.

Something looked a bit off though, and Peter couldn't quite put his
finger on it. Then he realized. It was hard to tell in the splashing
water, but it appeared that none of them were wearing bathing suits.
Peter squinted to look closer, but all he could see was the flash of
white skin under the water and a shadow of dark hair somewhere in the
area of Jack's waist.

Peter looked down and saw that he was hard. He wasn't sure if it was
waking up from the nap, the sight of the nude bathers next door, or
simply the thrill of spy from afar, but his 7-inch cock curved upward,
stiff and sturdy, as his brown balls dangled below.

He looked back up at his neighbors just in time to see Jack stretch his
tan, muscley arms then launch himself forward to glide across the pool.
This gave Peter a clear, unambiguous view of his pale white asscheeks
skating across the surface of the water. Even from far way, Peter could
tell that his attractive neighbor had a plump, well-muscled butt. He
wondered if skinny dipping was normal for this family, or if they simply
hadn't had time to unpack their boxes and find their swimsuits.

As Peter watched, Danny hopped out of the pool and ran to greet his dad
at the other end. Like most kids that played out in the sun all summer,
he had strong tanlines marking the change between his tan brown torso and
pale butt and thighs. The younger boy was smooth and hairless from head
to toe, and Peter could just make out his tiny, bouncing boy prick and
shriveled balls as he ran. Unlike his father, his buttcheeks were small
and skinny, but there was something thrilling about seeing them glisten
in the sun.

Peter felt something down below. He looked down again and saw that a drop
of precum had formed on the head of his cock and was dripping down the
underside of his shaft as it pointed straight up, settling at the base of
his scrotum. Instinctively, he grabbed a handful of himself, feeling the
instant relief that every man feels when he is about to pleasure himself
after being achingly hard. He gave himself one stroke, then another, then
began to pull on his shaft in rhythmic motions. He could already feel
that this was going to be a quick session - within seconds, he could feel
the mounting pressure of an orgasm building.

Peter looked back out at the frolicking boys and their father, trying to
catch a glimpse of the two older ones' genitals floating just below the
surface. Jack had a relatively smooth chest, his blond body hair hard to
make out from afar, but as it descended toward his waist, the hair
thickened and darkened into more of a happy trail. Sam was hanging out at
the near side of the pool and the fence hid the lower half of his body
completely from view, but Sam could still see his skinny, hairless torso
was just starting to develop a little teenage muscle. Danny, still
standing on the side of the pool, started to pee off the side, a golden
stream arcing out from his smooth penis and landing impressively far out
into the middle of the water. Jack shouted something, half-reprimand,
half-joke, and laughed.

Peter could feel himself getting close and looked around for a tissue or
a towel to finish onto. But nothing was nearby, and in an instant, he
could feel himself crossing the invisible line of no return. He looked
back out at the pool, but for the second time that day, he locked eyes
with Sam, the 13-year-old, who was staring up at his second-floor
window.

There was no hiding it. The base of the long glass pane, which provided
such beautiful natural light, only covered his knees and below, and even
from down below Sam could surely see his entire torso, including the
rock-hard cock pulsing in his hand. Sam stood there, motionless, locked
into eye contact with the young man watching him from the window. Peter
tried to stop himself, but it was too late: His cock twitched, and
jerked, and a rope of cum flew out and splattered across the glass. Then
another, then a third, then a fourth. The unmistakeable white stain
smeared down the window, fully visible to the boy watching below.

Peter woke up out of his trance in a post-orgasm panic and lurched back
from the window and out of view. He couldn't believe he'd just been
caught spying on his neighbors, and worse - cumming while watching them.
The thrill had surely contributed to the strength and impact of his
orgasm, but now he was worried about the fallout.

Hesitantly, he crept back forward so just his head was visible to see how
Sam had reacted. He hadn't moved, but from far away, it seemed like he
was smiling.

[end of chapter 1]