Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2022 14:03:37 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 2 Title: The Nude Neighbors Installment: 2 Category: Gay, Incest, Adult Youth 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." As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 2 Ever since the first day that the new family had moved in next door, Peter had been watching them closely. Jack and his two young sons were friendly and welcoming, always waving to him when he was coming or going. Jack often did yard work around the house without a shirt on, his sweaty, muscled body glistening in the California sunlight. Danny, his 9-year-old son, often played in the yard while his dad mowed the lawn or pulled weeds, but Sam, the 13-year-old, was harder to spot, usually only reading on the porch or bringing his dad and brother water. Peter had hoped that the Saturday skinny dipping session he'd spied on would become a daily routine, but he hadn't been able to catch them swimming since. In fairness, Peter left for work after the boys had gone to school, and by the time he got home, they were usually inside, presumably having dinner. Peter went about his daily routine unchanged, with quiet, long days of work broken up only by regular morning and evening wanks. A switch had flipped since his illicit Saturday jerk session. He didn't think it was possible, but Peter seemed to be even hornier than usual. He usually pleasured himself once or twice a day, but the whole next week, twice didn't seem like enough. More than once, he found himself holed up in a bathroom stall at work, quietly relieving the pressure of his rock-hard boner while porn played on his phone. During one such session, he couldn't help but notice as he silently stroked his member that the skinny blond twink getting railed by the 9-inch cock in the video looked a lot like Sam, the older of the two neighbor boys. The thought pushed him over the edge, and he splattered the bathroom floor with pearly white semen. One morning, he noticed that the small window looking out from the shower at his house aligned perfectly with the bathroom window in the house next door. The glass was small and about 5 feet off the ground, so only his head and shoulders were visible, but he realized the if he looked at the right time, he could see the head and shoulders of the person showering in the house next door. He began to take longer and longer showers in hopes of catching a glimpse of someone. On Tuesday, he spotted Jack, the father, in the shower. The water soaked his stubbly face and well-muscled shoulders, but he was too engrossed in the shower to notice Peter staring. The next evening, he could see the shower running, but no one was visible - this must have been Danny, who was too short to be seen. Thursday morning, he saw Sam, the third member of the small family, washing off. The warm water cascaded over his beautiful blond hair and down his smooth neck and shoulders, far narrower and less muscled than his father's. Then he looked over at Peter and noticed him staring as water poured onto his chest. Peter gasped, but Sam just nodded at him and grinned. Peter's cock, already stiff with morning wood, jumped with excitement, and he looked down. 'There's no way he'd notice if I jerked off... right?' he thought to himself. He smiled back at Sam, who waved. Peter waved back with his left hand, but his right was occupied, busy pumping a load of sticky cum onto the floor of his shower. Thursday evening, Peter got home from work and went on a run around the neighborhood. The temperature was well into the 70s, and he ran shirtless, wearing only a pair of small Nike shorts. As he finished up his run, walking the last few steps to his front door, Jack waved to him from his front porch. "Hey, Peter!" He called. Peter stopped and the older man waved him over. "Nice night for a run, isn't it?" He remarked. He was also shirtless, relaxing with a light beer in a pair of tight denim shorts that barely fell past his hips. As Jack stretched his legs, Peter thought for sure his scrotum would pop out at any moment. "A little warm, but yeah," Peter replied casually, wiping sweat off his brow. Jack looked him up and down and his eyes seemed to linger around Peter's waist. Peter, at 22, didn't have much body hair, but his shorts were riding low enough that a few dark hairs were poking over the waistband. Peter blushed and adjusted his shorts; Jack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "So I was thinking, now that we're settled in," Jack continued, "think you can swing by for dinner tomorrow? I'm cooking and I'm sure the boys would love to have you." Peter pretended to think about his schedule so he didn't seem too eager. "Ummm... I think that could work," he replied. "Yeah, I should be free." "Great!" Jack replied. "Swing by around 6. Now go hop in the shower and cool off." He winked. Peter wondered if he was just saying that, or if Sam had told his dad that he'd seen Peter in the shower. The next day at work, Peter couldn't think about anything but his dinner plans with the friendly family next door. He wanted them to like him. Maybe it was the loneliness of his weekly routine or the general horniness of being a single 22-year-old, but he couldn't help but admit he found each one of them attractive in their own way. Seeing Jack's sweaty bulge in those tight denim shorts and Sam's wet, naked body in the shower did nothing to decrease his sex drive. Before long, he found himself once again in the bathroom stall at work, pounding away at his 7-inch cock. Peter got home from work early and changed into casual clothes, a navy cotton T-shirt and short khaki shorts. He looked at the clock, willing it to move faster. 5:30, then 5:35. Finally, at 5:45, he decided it was close enough, and walked next door, carrying a bottle of wine he'd picked up on the way. He knocked on the door and heard footsteps from within. After a few moments, Jack opened the door wearing only a towel. "Oh, hello Peter," he said, smiling. "Perfect timing- I just got out of the shower." Peter blushed and shifted awkwardly. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize I was early. I can... come back?" Jack waved his apology away with a hand. "Nonsense! Come on in. Great to see you." Peter followed Jack into the house. It was laid out in a similar manner to his, as both houses were clearly constructed at the same time, but he was surprised to see that it was decorated quite tastefully, with a cozy and welcoming feel that seemed out of place for a family of three men. Jack began to towel off his hair. A totally normal behavior, except the towel had previously been wrapped around his waist. In an instant, Jack was fully naked in his living room with his back to Peter, his round, plump ass fuzzy with blond fur. Between his legs, Peter could see the telltale movement of balls wiggling with the drying motion. Jack turned around and, without missing a beat, patted the couch. "Come on in; make yourself at home," he said. Now Peter was staring the older man dead on as he stood, naked as the day he was born, a few feet away. Jack had defined pecs and abs, but nothing so cut or shredded that it was intimidating. His arms and shoulders looked equally strong. The hair under his belly button darkened from blond to brown, thickening as it descended past his V lines into a thick but well-trimmed bush. A fat, uncut cock rested gently on big, low-hanging balls that fell halfway to his knees in the warm, humid air. His cock wasn't huge, but it certainly wasn't small either, and he was far thicker than Peter was when soft. His foreskin covered his cockhead entirely, ending in a small tip. Peter shook himself out of his trance and asked the first question that came to his mind. "So, uh, where are the boys?" He figured Jack would not be walking around naked with his sons home. "They're around here somewhere," Jack said, gesturing vaguely upward. "They'll be down any second." He plopped himself down on the couch. "Take a load off." Peter hesitantly walked around to the other end of the sectional sofa and took a seat. Jack couldn't have seemed less concerned with his own nudity - in fact, with his legs spread and angled toward his guest, he was practically presenting his genitals for inspection. Peter could feel his own dick starting to grow in his shorts and put his hands in his lap to hide it. "Oh, Petey, you're here!" A voice called from the other room. Danny ran in from the kitchen. He was also naked, his skinny little 9-year-old body darting across the room before Peter could react. He leapt onto the couch and bounced onto the cushion between Peter and his dad. Like his father, Danny was uncircumcised, but being his age, he had no hair at all and his small pecker poked straight outward above a pair of tight, shriveled balls. Neither father nor son seemed to mind that they were sitting inches apart fully nude across from a complete stranger. Peter figured he had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. "So, are you guys... nudists?" He asked Jack quizzically. Jack laughed. "I wouldn't say we're anything -ists," he replied. "Their mother passed away so long ago, that it's been just us boys for years, and after a while, you just get used to just acting like guys together. We have no secrets in this family." "Wow..." was all Peter could manage. "My family is pretty... reserved, so this is all new to me." "Absolutely nothing wrong with the bodies God gave us," Jack said. "I want my sons to be proud of their manhood and to know that they have nothing to be ashamed of." He ruffled Danny's hair, and Danny smiled up at his dad. As strange as it was at first to see two generations of men cuddled up naked on a couch together, it started to feel to Peter like the most natural thing in the world. "That's awesome," Peter said. "I mean, I'm naked at home most of the time, but I live alone, so it's different." "Well, by all means, kid, join us!" Jack said with a laugh. "This is a clothing-optional house." Peter hesitated. The temptation to strip down and join these beautiful men was strong, but the growing semi in his pants made him self-conscious. "C'mon, Petey!" Danny urged him, looking up at him with big blue eyes. Peter stood up. Slowly, he removed his shirt, exposing his slender runner's body and hairy armpits. Next, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to his ankles, revealing his gray boxer-briefs with a visible bulge. Both father and son stared as he slowly hooked his thumbs inside his waistband and, after a deep breath, lowered them as well. His brown, cut cock popped out, not fully hard but pointing distinctly outward above his loose scrotum. He looked down and suddenly wished he'd done some manscaping before the dinner; his bush was a little more unruly than normal. He looked up and shrugged, as if to say: here it is, and sat back down on the couch. "Why is it different?" Danny asked, looking from Peter's cock to his dad, then back again. "His penis looks different from mine." Peter blushed, thinking Danny was talking about his obvious arousal, but Jack answered before he could say anything. "Peter is circumcised, Danny, which means that when he was born, the doctors removed his foreskin and that's why his penis head looks like that." "He's never seen a cut dick before, I don't think," Jack said to Peter as an aside. Danny leaned forward, inspecting Peter's dick closely. The attention wasn't doing anything to deflate his semi. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed it, wrapping his small hand around Peter's cockhead. Peter immediately looked up at Jack with a mixture of guilt and panic, but Jack just smiled and leaned back into the sofa. Danny slowly caressed Peter's head, then slid his hand down his shaft to feel the difference in skin. This action got Peter from semi-erect to rock-hard in a matter of seconds, which only encouraged Danny to play with it more. He pulled it downward slowly then let go, giggling when Peter's upward-curving cock slapped against his stomach. Peter wasn't the only one with a boner at that point. As Danny played, his own little cock grew in his lap and his little pink head poked out from under his foreskin, glistening with moisture. His father was watching the interaction between his son and the neighbor closely, and his own cock was twitching in his lap, starting to lengthen and lift. His cockhead, a darker red than his son's, began to emerge as well, and it was clear that his girth was even more pronounced when he had a boner. As Danny explored with his hands, Jack continued to chat with Peter as casually as if they were talking about the weather. "I think it's important that my boys to explore their curiosity, and not be repressed by society's expectations," he said. "It's my duty as a father to make sure they are able to learn about their bodies, and other boys' bodies, and the pleasure they can both give and receive." He began to touch himself as he spoke. His cock grew from semi-hard to fully stiff, not quite as long as Peter's, but over 6 inches and as thick as a beer bottle. Even rock hard, his balls hung loose and low, resting on the couch as he relaxed. Danny sat back against the couch between the older men and, with his left hand, began caressing his father's cock as well. The eager blond boy now had a large man cock in each hand, and although he could barely wrap his hand around each shaft, was eagerly stroking away at both. "That's... really nice," Peter said, trying to form full sentences while being overwhelmed with pleasure. "I had to figure all that stuff out for myself growing up." Danny looked up at Peter. "That sounds lame!" he exclaimed, making Jack and Peter both laugh. "I love playing with Daddy and Sammy," he beamed. As if to prove his point, Danny leaned over and opened wide, putting his father's cockhead in his mouth. He began to slobber and suck on it, although Jack was so girthy that he couldn't get more than a few inches down. Peter gasped, but Jack just sighed and leaned back- this was clearly not the first time for either of them. "Oh, hey- I didn't realize Peter was here," a voice called down from the stairs, and Sam, the 13-year-old, stepped into view. He entered the living room and took in the situation, his eyes widening and his face turning red. Unlike his brother, who clearly didn't know any better, and his father, who clearly didn't care, the teenager understood that a visitor from outside would find his family... unusual, to say the least. But he visibly relaxed a bit when he saw that Peter was naked as well and rock hard. Sam was also naked, and Peter was astonished by what he saw. From the waist up, Sam looked like the average 8th grader - around 5'6", skinny, with gangly limbs that were clearly growing at a rapid, uneven pace. He was mostly hairless, although his dirty blond hair probably made what body hairs he had grown even harder to spot from afar. As Peter's eyes traveled down, however, he saw that Sam was anything but average: Between his legs and below a wispy blond bush was one of the largest flaccid penises Peter had ever seen, boy or man. It was uncut, like the rest of his family, but unlike his dad and brother, a little of his cockhead poked out even flaccid. It wasn't as thick as his father's, but it was longer, hanging down past his balls a good 5 inches. Clearly, he was developing fast in one part of his body in particular. "Come on in and join us, Sammy!" His dad called from the couch. Danny didn't even bother looking up from sucking his dad's cock. Sam still looked a bit hesitant. "I didn't know Peter was..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "...coming over before dinner was ready." Jack chuckled. "Well, he's our neighbor, so he's practically family now." He turned to Peter. "As you can see, Sammy here is the real man of the house." He laughed at his own joke, and Sam blushed. "Show 'em, kid!" Sam shuffled his feet awkwardly, but Peter couldn't take his eyes off the hung teen. After a moment, he reached down and gave himself a single tug, then a second. As was often the case with boys that age, that was all it took, and in a matter of moments, his cock was rising and growing, his foreskin pulling backwards as he got hard. It lengthened to what looked like 8 inches and rose to his waist, almost looking like it couldn't curve any higher because of its own weight. He looked up at Peter and shrugged awkwardly, still blushing. "That's... very impressive," Peter managed to say. He glanced down at his own cock and saw a river of precum was leaking down his shaft. "He's probably still growing, too!" Jack said proudly. "Kid's only 13. He may be bigger than me, but he takes after his old man in some ways - for the last two years, he's been leaving his cum on every surface of the house!" He laughed heartily. Peter chuckled awkwardly. "I remember being that age... I was the same way too." Sam glanced over at Peter and smiled sheepishly. There wasn't much room left on the couch, but Peter shifted over so Sam could sit. Danny wriggled over as well, still pleasuring his dad with his mouth and both hands, and his father slid a hand under his rear. Danny grinded into it eagerly, and his rock-hard prick bounced and danced. Peter couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like Jack had slipped a finger inside him. Sam sat down on the couch next to Peter, his hand on his now-throbbing cock. He looked over at Peter's. "So you're circumcised, huh," he said. "Is it hard to jerk off with less skin?" Peter laughed. "It's different, but I've never had a problem," he replied. "See for yourself." He released his hand from his cock, inviting Sam to try. Sam reached out and grasped Peter's cock, gently at first but then firmer. For a split second Peter thought he was going to cum the second he grabbed on. With deep breath and a small moan, he let the younger boy explore his shaft. The river of precum helped provide some lube, and soon Sam found a rhythm that worked. Peter reached around and grabbed the enormous cock in the skinny boy's lap himself and began to tug. It slid far easier than his tight shaft, and within a few strokes, Sam's cock began to pulse and his balls visibly started to tense up. Jack, who was still watching closely, leaned over. "He may have the cock of a man, but he's still got the trigger of a teenager," he said, chuckling. "Watch your eyes." Sam's strokes of Peter's shaft quickened as he approached orgasm, which in turn brought Peter close to the edge as well. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his fringe of blond hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. Peter felt the telltale twitch of the shaft in his hands and before he knew it, a rope of cum shot out onto the younger boy's chest, one drop landing on his chin. Then another splattered onto the couch between them and a few smaller spurts landed on his belly button and pubes. Peter was pushed over the edge by the display, and his load was even bigger - he shot three quick ropes in succession on his shoulder and chest, and one twitch of his cock even sent a shot of cum onto the floor. He shuddered with pleasure and rolled his eyes back, sighing as the last few drops spilled out. He and Sam both collapsed onto each other, with no boundaries left, their sweaty torsos and sticky loads intertwined. When Peter recovered, he looked over to see Danny grinning with a face full of his father's cum. A few drops still leaked from Jack's cockhead, but most of it was splattered on his son's chin and cheek. Eagerly, Danny wiped himself off and then licked his fingers, hungrily gobbling up the older man's seed. Jack sighed a heavy sigh, then caught a glimpse of his watch. "Oh, it's way past dinner time now!" he exclaimed. "You boys get cleaned up and then we'll eat." [end of chapter 2]